
  Re: Cold War Era Stories: MamieDonna 4*                                  


        Thanks to the few who have expressed their liking for my stories. 
Those positive words will keep me posting.

WARNING: Many scenes in Cold War Era Stories contain graphic written 
depictions and expressions of a sexual nature intended solely for adult 
readers. If this type of material is offensive to you, you must not 
proceed further.  

        These are my stories. The characters and events are fictional. 
The stories are "realistic" in that some locales are real, the 
protagonist divulges his saga in the first person, and the characters do 
not prefer fantastic sexual acts. I have refrained from applying a 
descriptive label. If a descriptive label was to be applied, it would 
have to be *mf*. 

Cold War Era Stories

Intro

        Those were the days, before today, even before the sixties. It 
was when the Russians hated us; when the Cold War made military service 
seem a reasonable alternative to unemployment for millions of young men. 
MamieDonna  4
by RAM

Mariko

        I go to the Mardi Gras. I am curious to see if Mamie is still 
there. Lovely Mariko comes rushing up to me. I have not seen her in over 
an year, when she worked at the Manhattan. I have wondered, with regret, 
if I would ever see her again. But, here she is, and she remembers me, 
her body charming my cock into dripping erectness. Visions of Mamie's 
lips float away. 

        Mariko is fabulous looking. She is wearing a knit dress which 
sheathes her fine body like a sock, outlining her curves, casting 
attention to her small but beautiful breasts and her fine tight womanly 
ass. Mariko is young, maybe 20 now, I remember. Thoughts of her have 
always turned me on. Her shy demeanor sparks my lust. She is soft spoken; 
but I suspect that she knows the magnetic attraction that her face and 
body has on men.

        I buy Mariko drinks, wanting to impress her. She accepts them, 
sitting with me most of the time. I ask if I can spend the night with 
her. She says that it will cost me 2000 yen but that we can spend the 
night at her place. I agree, thinking that she is saving me money that 
way. When closing time arrives, I have 2500 yen left. That will leave me 
more than enough to get home on the train and even get breakfast in 
Fussa. 

        Mariko's place is small. It is one room, with a bed and a few 
stray pieces of furniture. It is very clean, like Mariko. She has access 
to a community Ofuro and we utilize it. She sits across from me in the 
hot steaming tub. She is even more beautiful naked than clothed. Her eyes 
are brown and bright. She definitely looks Japanese, but it is a look of 
exotic Asianness which, for me, is a cock-hardening turn-on. 

        After our bath, we embrace in bed, resting on our sides, looking
at each other, talking. Mariko tells me about another boyfriend, a 
Marine, that visits her about once a month. He is always out in the field 
and doesn't get to see her very much. She wants another boyfriend, she 
tells me, besides her Marine. I get the impression that she wouldn't mind 
me contributing to her life in exchange for her pretty pussy. I can 
reserve her about four times a month for 8000 yen. I am interested, but I 
know that I can not come up with any spare money for her out of my paltry 
$170 a month pay.  After banking $70, I only have $100 a month to spend 
on myself. I have to think about my future; the future that will arrive 
next year when I return to the U.S. and am discharged.

        I tell Mariko that I am interested in her proposal, but that I 
want to see her more than once a week. She says that I can, but that 
sometimes she will be with her other boyfriend and I can not make claims 
on her, other than to what we agree to. I am enjoying hearing her voice 
and I am not really interested in dealing in serious business matters. I 
am young, and I like to talk, to fill the air with sounds, even if it 
doesn't mean anything. At the moment, it seems, that I am considering her 
offer, but deep down, I know that I am not. I don't want a girl who will 
reserve one day of the week for me while, during the other six, she will 
be fucking other guys! I think of the whore in From Here to Eternity, 
stringing Robert E. Lee Pruitt out, letting him fuck her when she wasn't 
busy with other guys. I think of Mamie having to do duty with the 
landlord, compensating with, exchanging her body for, low rent.

        As Mariko talks, explaining more of her proposition, I lower my
head to her small breasts and suck her nipples. I swipe her nubs with the 
flat of my tongue; they grow rigid in my mouth. I like a woman with 
nipples that stiffen when I play with them. I run my hand across her 
smooth stomach and insert my middle finger in her pussy. She stops 
talking; her warm moisture coats my hand. I have wanted to fuck her for 
almost a year; I am glad that she is a hot number. Fucking is only good 
for me if the girl is hot. It doesn't matter to me if she fucks other 
guys; I have come to realize that girls that fuck a lot of guys get hot. 
They really like to fuck; probably, they like to fuck more than girls 
that fuck only one or two guys. 

        I slide down toward Mariko's belly to lick her pussy. She rolls 
over onto her back, splits her thighs wide, and takes hold of my head 
with both of her hands, pressing it to her cunt. 

        "My Marine boyfriend no do," she tells me, passion in her voice, 
grinding her pussy into my face. "You make me feel good! You do all the 
time, okay!"

        "Yeampf," I mumble and suck at the same time. I pull my tongue 
out of her pussy, take her by the hips and roll her over. She does not 
resist. I pull her up by her hips and put her on all fours. I lie down on 
my back. I maneuver my head underneath her split legs, put my hands on 
her ass cheeks and pull her pussy down onto my face. She rocks back and 
forth, rubbing her pussy into my face. I busy my tongue, licking at her 
tight labial lips; I take an occasional adventurous swipe at her asshole 
with my tongue, marveling at the clean taste of it. I am not sure that I 
should do this. I do not want to turn her off, thinking that I am a 
pervert that licks girls' assholes. But, I didn't mind Mamie fucking 
other guys; or Donna squirting pussy liquid in my mouth; and, Mariko is 
so beautiful! Fuck it! I'm a pervert! I refocus my tongue on her anus and 
lick her, loving her taste. As I ream her asshole, I think of Hogan, in 
tech school, saying things about a beautiful woman. "I'd eat a pound of 
her shit just to smell her asshole," he'd say. I'll say!

        I pull myself up from underneath her, move myself onto my knees 
behind her, and take her hips in my hands and fuck her dogstyle. She is 
in a lubricating frenzy; her warm wetness is bliss; my dick slips in and 
out easily in her slick hole. I gaze down at her heart shaped ass in my 
hands. This is heaven for me. When I die, I will be thinking of fucking a 
woman like this. If God fucks, I'd bet he does it dogstyle! I know that 
he'd like fucking Mariko. Why fuck the Virgin Mary when you can have a 
really good pussy?

        I feel myself building up to a cum. I am not ready to stop. I 
pull my cock out of her to stem my impending orgasm and lower my head to 
her ass. I can't reach her pussy, so I jab my mouth muscle into her 
circular brown one. She tastes wonderful. I love the taste of her 
asshole.

        "Ooh! You make me crazy!" Mariko wails.

        I hold securely onto her hips and pull her asshole into my face. 
My nose brushes through the valley crack of her ass as I swipe my tongue 
at her, covering every pinkish-brownish cranny of her asshole, giving her 
a good time.

        "You make me crazy! You make me crazy!" Mariko repeats, over and 
over, shaking her fine ass, driving it back onto my tongue. I stab my 
tongue into her hole, feeling its tight resistance. I insert my fingers 
into her cunt, double pronging her with my tongue and hand. Her cunt is 
squishy wet; a hot pussy!

        I pull my tongue out of her asshole. I straighten up and move my 
cock into her pussy. I grab her hips and jam her onto my cock. It slides 
right in, up to the hilt. I grip her firm hips; her warm ass presses 
against my hips; her pussy securely clamps onto my cock. I pull my cock 
out halfway; then I slide it slowly back into her; then out; then in. I 
feel her cunt muscles like soft warm wet fingers massaging my cock 
piston. I explode in her. My cock muscle convulses; my semen blasts 
through the tip; first, a big shot; then several more smaller shots; my 
eyes involuntarily shut; I swear that I see Fourth of July fireworks 
inside my lids. My ammunition is exhausting; my cock spasms again, 
begging my testicles for more hot liquid sacrifice for the Pussy God. I 
am empty. I hold my breath. I have given her everything. I fall off to 
her side, sweating and breathing quietly hard. Mariko rolls onto her 
side, facing me.

        "You don't make noise. Do you cum?" she asks.

        I am taken aback at her query. I assume that she feels my cum 
oozing from her pussy. But, then again, she is a big lubricator and she 
may not even notice the mix of a guy's cum with her own juices.

        "My Marine boyfriend always make noise when he cum," she goes on. 
She is looking at me curiously, as if there is something a bit amiss. I 
know that I usually keep quiet when I fuck, like when I used to 
masturbate in my grandmother's bathroom and had to keep my heavy 
breathing down so that I would not be discovered. Yeah. I get my nuts off 
but I don't want anybody to know that I enjoy the dastardly deed!

        "Well. I came," I tell her. "But, I don't make noises." 

        "I like hear man say, 'I cum, I cum,'" Mariko explains. "It make 
me feel good. That way I know he like me." 

        I am mildly astounded hearing a girl explain that she likes 
hearing the sounds of sex. I have to scream out to convince her that she 
is giving me a good time? I think that I have been very open about sex, 
especially since I have been in Japan but apparently I am repressed. I am 
so repressed that even though I love fucking girls, I can not even make 
sex pleasure noises when I am cumming! Even when I am blowing a glorious 
wad into a beautiful woman's pussy! Mariko's comments make me wonder 
about my sexuality.

        Mariko asks me to leave because she has to go shopping. She tells 
me to come back the next week and we will continue from there. She kisses 
me and tells me that she likes me. Even if I don't make noises when I 
cum? I tell her that I will be back. How can I help it. She is so 
beautiful and such good pussy that any man would be foolish not to pursue 
her.

Bicycle Redux

        I walk slowly toward the train station. I am still mulling over 
Mariko's observation on my sexuality. The Bicycle Whore comes pedaling 
up. I have not seen her in a long time. Like Mariko, she is beautiful; 
and, bigger and more voluptuous. Even though it's the middle of a bright 
day, it is cold and she is cutely bundled up in a large big buttoned 
coat, a wide brimmed felt hat and a wool skirt. I wonder why a such a 
nice looking woman would pedal her ass around on a bicycle instead of 
settling down and working in a bar? She could probably do very well 
working as a bar girl. I reason that she does not like the responsibility 
of showing up to work on time; that she is better off running her own 
business this way. She can work any hours she wants; she doesn't have to 
wait until the evening to become a lady of the night; and she can pick 
her customers by pedaling right up to them. I want her to suck my cock.

        "Blow job?" she asks me. Deja vu!

        "Five hundred yen," I respond, remembering that's what I have 
left. She nods her head. Well, that totally exhausts my money. Maybe I 
can find someone to give me thirty yen for the train. I can approach a GI 
on the street and ask for a favor. It shouldn't be too hard.

        We go to a very small room where I lie down on my back, on a thin 
futon, on the floor. I do not remove my clothes because it is fairly 
cold. The Bicycle Whore takes off her hat, but leaves on her clothes, 
including her large coat. She unbuttons my trousers and pulls them 
halfway down my thighs so that only my hips and cock are visible. She 
expertly massages my cock into a wonderfully stiff shining hard-on. She 
moves her head to it and licks the sides of the stem, bringing me almost 
to orgasmic bliss before I even penetrate her mouth. After a minute or 
two of her expert tongue licks, she engulfs my cock totally in her mouth, 
sucking it without letting it pop out, sucking without any large 
up-and-down head pump movements. As she sucks, she looks up at me, 
wide-eyed. She has large, almost western round eyes. I wonder if she has 
had surgery on her eyes to remove the Asianness from them? I am 
stimulated by her looking at me, apparently gauging my response to her 
performance. I like being watched!

        She is an artist reacting to her audience of one. She slurps 
quietly, her mouth salivating on my cock. She moves her head slowly, 
excruciatingly, up and down on my rod. I feel my cock explode. A torrent 
of cum pours out of the tip. I feel her mouth leave my cock, her lips 
only a fraction of an inch from the tip, her lips wide apart to receive 
my gusher. I see the first jets of semen shoot into her mouth, then the 
rest of my jism squirts out of the head, covering her lips with it, and 
some splashes onto her hands. Her lips, her hands, are frothy with my 
cum. I love the view; I love seeing a whore with the most intimate part 
of me on her! She clamps her mouth down on my cock and finishes me off, 
sucking out the last reserves, draining my strength. I close my eyes as I 
feel her throat tugging out the last drops of my manhood. It is a moment 
of sweet bliss; heaven is real!

        I open my eyes to catch her licking her lips, still watching me, 
with that curious interest. I suppose that she uses every experience like 
this to develop her skills. I wonder if she does all men like this. Of 
course, she does! She's a whore! 

        The thought turns me on even more, thinking about her selecting a 
stranger on a street; taking him to her room; and sucking the jism from 
his balls. This is a woman without any misgivings about her craft, who is 
skilled at what she does; and whose only objective in life is to provide 
for herself by applying her skill, sucking off men. I respect this woman.

Debt

        I head toward the train station. It is still early in the 
afternoon. I look for GIs, but I have not considered that I might not 
find any. I walk around for about an hour, realizing that I could have 
begun to walk the seven miles back to the base instead of just wandering 
around looking for a thirty yen favor. I have let lust rule my life and I 
am busted and stranded. I am a victim of sex. I am only glad that I am 
not too far from home.

        I pass the New York bar. I recall that this is the place that 
Donna had said she was going to work in. I wonder if she could be there 
this early. I do not want to go into the bar without any money and not 
find her there. I stand outside the place, trying to get my courage up to 
enter and ask. 

        A woman, going into the bar, speaks to me. "Bar open. You can come
in."

        "Does Donna work here?" I timidly ask. 

        "Donna? You want to see Donna?" She seems a little surprised that 
I am asking for Donna. She nods her head, "Yes, she CQ," she says. I 
follow the woman into the bar. 

        Donna, cute and round, is wiping a table. She sees me and rushes 
over to me. She takes me by the hand and sits me in a booth, sliding over 
on the seat next to me. I feel the warmth from her chubby thigh pressing 
against me. She looks into my eyes with adoration. I have not seen her in 
several months. She must have thought that I had passed out of her life. 
Well, I had, but I need thirty yen.

        "You want beer?" she asks me.

       "I don't have any money," I respond.  "I lost my wallet," I 
explain. "I have to get back to base and I don't have any money for the 
train. I was walking past the New York and I remembered that you told me 
you were going to work here. So here I am."  I hope that my lame story 
will not matter to her. "Can you let me have thirty yen?"

        Donna looks at me, curiously. But, then she jumps up and goes to 
the back of the bar. Thirty seconds later, she emerges, and sits back 
down with me. I feel her hand underneath the table pressing a piece of 
paper into my hand. When I look down, I see that it is a thousand yen note.

        "You buy beer. It okay. You buy me drink, too. Then, you go back 
to base. But, you promise you come back and see me, okay?"  

        I agree. What else can I do? 

        I do hold Donna dear in my heart, even if she is chubby and 
older. I am a flake. I do not know when I have a good thing. Here is this 
woman, sincerely expressing her love for me by giving me money.

        "I will come back, really." I assure her. She nods her head.

        "I work daytime." She says. "CQ. You know?" Donna's value does 
not extend to soliciting drinks from drunk GIs late at night. Apparently, 
she isn't good looking enough to compete with the Tachikawa bar girls, to 
generate income for the bar. She is good enough only to do permanent CQ 
work; cleaning up and tending bar during slow hours. She is a genuine bar 
maid.

        I finish my beer. I lean over and kiss Donna lightly on the lips. 
She presses her lips against mine. We stand up and she walks me to the 
doorway. As I walk down the street, she waves to me with her pudgy hand 
and a sad smile. She wonders, I think, if I will really come back. 

        I make up my mind that I owe this wonderful person. I will be 
back, I know. I will meet this promise.

Letters from Patsy

        I get a letter from Patsy. Sweet looking little Patsy. Lush 
auburn hair, liquid brown eyes, cinnamon skin, curvy little body. 
Thoughts of her breasts in my hands pass through my brain. 

        She is married, but she says that her husband would like to meet 
me. I bet! Why would a husband want to meet his wife's old boy friend? I 
am not sure how to react to that. I've never fucked Patsy but I know how 
much she loved to let my hands roam her young teen body. It's been four 
years since I saw her. She should be eighteen now. 

        I try to imagine Patsy's pretty face sucking my cock. That's all 
I do now; whenever I think of a woman, all I can think of is the woman 
sucking my cock. I am a pervert, I think. Do all men, when they see a 
woman, think of their cock in the woman's face? I don't think of women's 
pussies; I think of their lips! That's all that ever goes through my 
mind! Japan has thoroughly corrupted me, I think. Honey Bee, and all her 
female Japanese blood line have ruined me! I will never be happy with a 
woman that does not suck cock.

        Patsy asks me to visit her when I get a leave. I think that she 
believes I can just take a weekend off and drop in on her. Even if I 
could, I wouldn't. I don't want to die just yet. Some husbands, I know, 
don't take to kindly to the thought of their wives cavorting with old 
boyfriends. I write and tell her that I have one more year to go over 
here; that I have used up all my leave. I hope that she writes back but I 
am sure that she will not. Pasty is hot; if she can't get me, she'll get 
someone else.

A Promise Kept

        She sees me as soon as I enter the bar. Her eyes light up with 
happiness; her small mouth breaks into a wide smile. I have never seen 
her look so happy. She rushes  to me, and sits me down in a booth. She 
slides in next to me, thigh to thigh. I squeeze the thousand yen note 
into her hand. She takes my hand in hers, the note still in mine. She 
puts both her hands on mine, rubbing them affectionately, looking at me 
with love on her face.

        "I wonder you come back," she says in her broken English. "I 
worry you don't see me no more."

        "I want to see you," I respond. It's been only a week since I 
borrowed the money from her. "I always like it when we're together," I 
speak, truthfully. Of course I like it! She's a great fuck, even if not a 
looker. 

        She slides out of the booth. "I be back," she says as she walks 
to the bar with the thousand yen note palmed tightly in her fat little 
hand. She returns.

        "What time do you get off?" I ask. It is very soon. She only 
works in the daytime; she doesn't work nights.

        We go to a movie. It is still early evening when we get out of 
the show. As we walk to her place, I glance over at her, occasionally, to 
see what it is about her that makes me come back to see her. I could have 
kept the thousand yen that she had loaned me. Honesty, imbued in me by my 
father has caused me to return it. I can lie, but I can't steal. But, 
what am I hanging around for? 

        There is nothing physically attractive about her. She is fat. 
Well, not fat, really; maybe round. She has an average face, round, like 
her body, with plump cheeks. She told me that she was once a Geisha. I 
find that hard to believe. Are there fat geishas? Maybe she's gained 
weight since then? Her hair is not combed in a modern hairdo; it is 
shaped somewhat like those strange Geisha wigs, so maybe it's true; maybe 
she really was a Geisha? I examine her hair. I detect gray in it. I 
reconsider her body. She almost waddles when she walks. 

        It is not a body that promises delight. But, that is a paradox, 
like her nation. I know the sexuality that is hidden in its rotundity. 
What is it that makes our sex, and our orgasms, together, the spectacular 
events which they are? I remember, when I had walked with my old 
Stateside girlfriend, Alma, years before, that I was not particularly 
proud of the way she looked either; that I wished that she had looked 
more like the other better dressed girls that men appreciate.        

        At Donna's place, we use the communal bath in her apartment 
house. We resume where we had begun, earlier that year. The bath is a 
port where we embark on our erotic voyage, where we begin our arousal of 
each other. Each time we have had sex, it has been preceded by a hot bath 
together. It is no different this time, except that we have to hurry 
because there are others who will be wanting to use the Ofuro. I am glad 
that the bath goes quickly because I want to handle her body as soon as 
possible. I am hot for my chubby Japanese woman! I want to taste her 
Japanese pussy; I want to feel the pleasure of her lips on my cock, I 
want to see her round Asian face suck me into her head.

        In her room, we disrobe and lie on the bed. She is on her back. I 
move myself over her naked body; I kiss her on the mouth. She licks my 
lips, holding me by my waist. She runs her hands all over my back and 
buttocks. I move my head down and suck her nipples. 

        I open her up with my fingers, feeling her legs spread 
wonderfully as I probe her. I feel her warm, wet slickness down there. I 
want to see her up close. In our previous get-togethers, in the dead of 
winter, it had always been a frantic sexual exploration leading to 
orgasmic bliss. But, this time I want to examine, in close detail, 
tactilely, visually,  the sexual organ on this homely looking, chunky, 
dumpy woman. I want to find wisdom in her genitals. 
        I move my head further down, and my eyes are only inches from her 
pussy. Donna does not have a hairy pussy. She has pubic hair, but it is 
not a big thick bush, the kind that I think that I prefer. Her labial 
lips are very short and tight. Her pussy looks more like a little girl's 
than a grown woman's. I am amazed that it can even absorb my thickness 
into its narrow depths. 

        I sit back on my haunches. With the fingers of both of my hands, 
I pry open her pussy lips. I move my head closer. My nose is an inch from 
her pinkness. I can smell her warm wetness; it is a good smell. I 
consider licking it. I look inside. Her clitoris is fat and rigid, like 
the rest of her. It is a beautiful pink clit. Her beauty is internal. The 
moisture in her pussy glistens in the evening light peeking through the 
small window. Inside, she is luscious.

        I have no idea why sex with Donna is better than with more 
beautiful women. I only know that it is. I am not a good person, to 
ignore this woman who is obviously interested in me as a lover. I have 
always strayed over to the next yard, seeking from the greener grass more 
meaning in my life. Today, I will stay in her yard; I will mow her 
fragrant yellow lawn.

        I look up to see Donna watching me inspect her. There is an 
embarrassed smile on her face. But, the attention that I am devoting to 
her is making her happy. She is letting me do this. She obviously loves 
me so much that I can do anything I want with her. This is scary. I am 
not sure that I can take responsibility for a woman who will let me do 
anything I want to do with her. 

        I continue my probing. With both hands, I open her up even wider, 
my hands spread the walls of her cunt apart. I look into the depths of 
her soul, several inches into her interior. 

        I bend my head down to her pussy, and with her clitoral button 
between my left thumb and forefinger, and and my right forefinger buried 
up to the knuckle in her pussy, I lightly lick her clit and labial lips. 
I hear her gasping as I lick. I proceed, gently, slowly, purposefully, 
lovingly, to plunder as much pleasure loot out of my foray as I can. Her 
legs spread even wider to accommodate my rape and pillage. 

        Donna looks like a big fat frog on the bed. Her arms are straight 
out from her sides, bent at the elbows, her forearms tossed up. Her short 
fat thighs are spread out, their sides flat on the bed, almost 
perpendicular with her body, bent at the knees. It is a vulgar, carnal, 
sexual scene. She lays there, allowing my examination of her most 
intimate part, allowing me to proceed, wherever my fingers, wherever my 
tongue, desires to go. This is total abandonment to my prurient desires. 
This is what I want from a woman! 

        Donna is not even close to being the most beautiful woman I have 
ever inspected. When I did almost the same thing to Mamie, I recall, the 
effect was different because Mamie had a desirable body, a body that most 
men, I believe, find sexually appealing. Mamie is stacked, her body 
desirable; and when she lay open for me, the sight was not base, it was 
alluringly beautiful. 

        With Donna, it is pure sex. It has no loveliness in it, save that 
perverse sensuality that consorts with lust and debauchery, with 
debasement and submissiveness. "I'm yours," it speaks to me. "Do what you 
want! Have your fun!" it says, putting the burden of sexual 
responsibility on my lust. I do not quite know what to do with a woman 
like this. Am I taking advantage of her submissiveness? Am I not astute 
enough to realize that I have a precious gem on my hands, something worth 
caring about? 

        I have seen men, before, with marginal looking women at their 
sides, and I have wondered what in the world makes those men want their 
average, dumpy, skinny, ugly, plain, undesirable looking women? Am I not 
bright enough to realize that, perhaps, those women give them something 
that makes them more desirable, more lovable, than the most beautiful 
women in the world?

        Donna is huffing and puffing from my close inspection. She is 
getting off on my lust for her. I am amazed. Should she be liking this? 
Are all women motivated by their clitoris? 

        I pull myself up beside her, to let her rest, and to allow myself 
a respite from my debauchery. I am feeling guilty. While I am considering 
my actions, Donna moves her head down to my cock and begins to lick it. 

        I am thrilled; I am astounded. I thought that, since I was 
"taking advantage" of her, that she was just enduring my sexual 
proclivities and would be glad for the reprieve from my sexual sentence 
on her. Instead, she has become so aroused by my manual stimulation that 
she is now going to enjoy herself, too, and stimulate her ego while she 
tantalizes my equivalent sexual organ.

        "You no tell nobody," she mumbles, wonderfully, between her 
slurps, as she noisily, enthusiastically, licks and sucks my cock like a 
lollipop. I love hearing her say that! I look at her; I am sure that my 
face is loaded with lust.

        "You promise. No tell. Okay?" she insists, between slurps.

        "No, I won't," I answer. 

        No, I won't! Suck my cock, baby! Suck my cock you fat little 
fuck. Suck my cock! You deserve my cum in your mouth! You deserve my 
depravity! 

        We deserve each other.

        Donna sucks me until I am rock hard and my cock is pointing 
straight up toward heaven. At its full erection, she can barely contain 
it in her small mouth. As she struggles to retain it between her lips, I 
pull it out of her face, reach down, put my hands underneath her armpits, 
and pull her fat little body up on top of me. She moves over me, ready to 
drive. I slide my cock into her tight, super lubricated pussy and begin 
to give her a bouncing fuck journey.

        Donna is rasping and wheezing and humping her hips in sexual 
ecstasy. I feel her cumming on me, in her usual but unusual copious 
liquidity. I hear the excitement in her voice, her voice moaning "Ooh! 
Ooh!" over and over, in rhythm with our thrusts. 

        She is cumming continuously, and her warm fluids, jetting on my 
crotch, spur me toward altruistic fucking, giving her all I have, letting 
her have her way with me, to prolong her bliss. She may be urinating on 
me when she cums that way, but the way it feels, she can piss on my chest 
and I will not mind! I am hers! 

        I cum in her. Her compact weight crushes me to the bed as she 
collapses on top of me, her chest and back heaving with exhaustion, her 
sweat wetting my hands and chest and thighs, salty drops of it running 
off her face and head onto my shoulder where she has buried her head. 

        I feel my cum running out of her pussy onto my crotch. All this 
warm wetness feels disgustingly wonderful. I feel the delicious pleasure 
that I love so much whenever I do something that borders on 
self-humiliation. I love my little sweaty fat fuck.

        I wake up. It's morning. Donna has ordered katsudon. As we eat, 
Donna tells me about an officer, a major, she says. I am surprised, 
thinking that, because of her homely looks, even if she is a bar girl, 
she could not possibly have had many lovers, especially an officer.
She tells me that the Major has her pee in a cup and that he drinks her 
urine. She doesn't use those words, but I get the gist of it. 

        What is it? This woman attracts only perverts, like me and the 
Major? Does she like pissing in our mouths?

        I put down my bowl and reach for Donna. She comes into my arms 
and our loins engage in a hot straight fuck, she on her back, her chubby 
thighs spread wide again, me on top of her, my hands braced on the bed, 
pushup style, humping my dick at her until I gush in her again. It is 
pure lust, I think, as we finish, breathless, gasping for oxygen.

        After a short nap, I dress and kiss Donna goodbye, promising her 
that I will be back.

        "If you no come back, I understand," she says, understandingly, 
watching me lace up my shoes. 

        She knows me better than I know myself, I think, waving to her at 
the door. Am I letting a good thing slip out of my life, I consider, as I 
walk to the Tachikawa train station? 

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