Once An Idol Ch. 01

All characters are 18 or older. This is a commissioned work for a patron.

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A former Japanese idol blooms again with American seed.

Kyoto, Japan September 2023

Everything in my life for the past 3 months had been irresistible momentum. It’d carried me from Tremper High in small town Kenosha to UW Madison, and now halfway around the world on an exchange program with Kyoto University. Here I was in an airplane for the first time, headed across the Pacific, 35,000 feet up. Imagine that, a wide-eyed kid like me who’d never set foot outside Wisconsin, caught up in what felt like the craziest adventure of my otherwise unremarkable young life. I leaned back in my small Economy-class seat and thought back on how it all started.

You could say I was an all-American teenager who stumbled into manhood at 18. You might not know it if you looked at me – I was a big guy, standing at 6’3, with 200 pounds of lean muscle that I put to use as a Varsity linebacker for the Tremper Trojans. I had boyish good looks with my curly black hair, blue eyes and friendly smile – or so my purely-platonic-friend-who’s-a-girl Maddie told me anyway. I might’ve been aggressive on the field, but in person? I was a quiet, mild-mannered kid. I was raised by my conservative grandma to be kind and polite, which…probably hadn’t been the best for my relationship game. I was still 0-0 for that one, a non-scoring virgin.

But it didn’t bother me too much. I was an outlier in high school too, drifting between the jocks, who I got on the physicality level, and the less socially desirable geeks and nerds with who I’d shared a kinship in interests since Middle School. Especially pink-haired Maddie McClure and outcast Tyler Ida. As we got older and I got bigger, I was the Simba to their Timon and Pumbaa or something, protecting them from becoming easy prey to the bullies that lurked just outside my orbit. In return, the two of them indulged that side of me that was curious about more than just my position on the football team. All that geek culture had translated into my interest in trying Japanese as a language in high school. I turned out to be pretty good at it, and my teachers naturally encouraged me to study abroad. With my acceptance to UW, I leapt at the chance to enroll in their exchange program. It was a daunting, whirlwind process to get my first passport, the student visa, and all that paperwork done with Kyoto U.

Things I’d only seen in movies, or the pages of Maddie’s manga books, or the anime I watched with Tyler while we got high – now I’d get to experience what it was really like over there. They’d painted such a romantic picture of a country saturated with colorful and intense pop culture, striking vistas, and incredible history. Not to mention their beautiful and exotic women.

Japanese girls, with their lithe figures, their delicate faces and smooth, dark hair. Their voices high and sweet, and their cute, expressive faces. Slanted eyes, pouty lips, and pale, silky skin. Their subservient nature and gentle personalities. Their barely repressed, voracious sexual appetites.

While I did research about Kyoto, I started thinking about the real possibility of actually finding a Japanese girl over there, and my Google searches naturally went to porn. After one deep dive into Xvideos, I was hooked. Asians were so unlike what I was used to seeing in whitebread Kenosha. Their bodies were so petite, tight and slender, and the way they took care of their men and let themselves be dominated was mesmerizing. It was a parade of female Japanese flesh that I increasingly jacked off to late at night as my trip got closer.

The only thing that didn’t do it for me were the men that fucked them. Tiny, stunted Japanese dicks that were more pubes than meat, looking ridiculously insignificant between the their women’s graceful fingers or their sultry mouths, or their tight Asian pussies. How the fuck those pathetic Nihonjin cocktail sausages could satisfy any female was beyond me. Maybe that was why the poor country’s population was in serious decline. Me, though? I’d been blessed with over 8 inches of big, long white Wisconsin farm-fed dick, and while I hadn’t broken it in yet, I was sure that it’d make a slave out of some sexy Japanese chick over in Kyoto, if I got lucky enough.

Far from being one of Tyler’s weeb fantasies, for the year I was there, I could have a sweet, submissive Japanese girlfriend at the university, a pretty Asian who I’d make blush when I whispered dirty things in her ear. I could already imagine myself, my big white body towering over hers on her dorm room bed, her delicate features upturned, looking adoringly at me as she begged for my big American cock. My dick so huge and ready. Her small, nimble fingers unable to encircle the circumference of my girth. That sweet little Japanese mouth stretched wide to take my length down her throat. The way her slender thighs would tremble, and her bald pussy would glisten with juices when she begged for my cum. She'd squeak and wail as I filled her, fucking her like a wildman as she encouraged me in moaning Japanese.

It was an opportunity of a lifetime for an incoming froshie that I wasn’t going to pass up. I’d just have to be a man.

It’d been hard to say goodbye to my friends, especially Maddie, who I’d known since we were five; she’d followed me to UW Madison but her Japanese wasn’t good enough to make the cut for the Freshman program (she was more interested in reciting badass lines from her favorite anime instead of learning actual sentence structure and vocabulary). So Maddie did the next best thing, and as a self-proclaimed otaku, tried to tell me everything she could about Japanese culture in a crash course before I left, reasoning that there was no way a big, goofy Midwestern guy like me could fit in where I was going. I could see her little grin under the wild pixie bangs of her bubblegum-dyed hair, badgering me.

“...Just remember, Nate, remember, when in doubt, bow and smile! It works like magic, and even if you're not sure what's going on, people will appreciate you being your big dumb polite self."

"...If you're ever stuck in a conversation you don't understand, just nod and say 'sou desu ka?' It's like your get-out-of-jail-free card for awkward moments."

"...And don't stress too much about the language barrier. Just throw in a few 'sumimasen' and 'arigatou gozaimasu', and you'll be golden!"

****

Momentary turbulence jolted me out of my reverie. I was crammed near the back of the plane, surrounded by a sea of dark-haired Japanese wearing masks. Covid might’ve been over, but the fear of it and collectivist germaphobia weren’t going anywhere. I was head and shoulders taller than most of them, and I was already getting stares. I glanced at my phone again for the itinerary, still too excited to try to sleep even 8 hours into the flight. Tokyo Narita, then Kansai, where I’d be picked up by the university. I patted the precious passport I kept secreted in the inside pocket of my Trojans starter jacket for what felt like the 100th time. Grandma had warned me if I lost it I’d be arrested or trafficked or something. At least, that’s what she’d heard on Fox.

I leaned back, glancing at the full seats of sleeping Asian faces, obscured behind N95s and surgical masks. Didn’t see hardly any foreigners among them. I really felt out of place.

‘Don’t be afraid to embrace your inner tourist!’ Maddie’s cheeky voice and face smiled in my head. I shrugged and took a big grinning selfie.

Ganbatte!

A day later, I was in Kyoto. It was a hell of a lot bigger than Madison, and while Narita airport was a trip, when I was finally out of Kansai Airport, that’s when I knew I wasn’t in Wisconsin anymore. The city sprawled out before me, white and gray urban buildings and skyscrapers interspersed with centuries-old temples. Mountains rose in the distance, beckoning the lush green countryside. Cherry blossom trees lined the streets with fiery red and orange leaves as locals in colorful kimono and business suits bustled by on foot and bicycles, always on the move. It even smelled different than Madison. I rubbernecked everywhere I went. It was both awe-inspiring and completely foreign to my limited Midwestern world view.

I felt a profound sense of anticipation as I was picked up and driven to the Sakyo Ward, my Japanese broken and unsure in my nervousness as I tried to compliment the university driver’s city and country. Just an hour in and I’d used a few sumimasens already. Oh well.

As I arrived at Kyoto University's Yoshida Campus, I couldn't help but notice the distinct architecture of the campus buildings – I’d seen photos but it felt so different in person. The structures combined traditional Japanese design elements with modern construction, predominantly low-rise and had tiled roofs with graceful eaves. The campus grounds were meticulously landscaped, with lush gardens and pathways that led to historic buildings. More cherry trees framed it all with a dreamlike quality, fall leaves sifting with a gentle breeze. I couldn’t wait to see them in the spring. The campus felt empty without the students, but there was an air of expectation, with teachers and school workers bustling about to get everything ready for their arrival.

The school’s International Affairs department was really nice and informal – everyone spoke English, eager to help me register for classes and get settled in. I’d opted for a homestay a month back at Maddie’s insistence, as it’d help me get the most out of my year-long experience in Japan. I decided to go with a family living out in the nearby countryside in this little old village called Kanose. I’d joked with Grandma that it was the Japanese equivalent of Kenosha. Get it? Kanose? Kenosha?

The family, Mr. and Mrs. Sato, didn’t have any kids. I didn’t know much else about them except that they’d hosted a freshman chick last year and wanted to do it again – their guest seemed pretty happy with the time she spent with them. Unlike most of the homestay options, they had ‘Some’ in the English language ability box in their profile. The system didn’t come with photos of the couple, just their charming traditional-style house, looking like something out of Last Samurai or something, but with modern amenities. Maddie and Tyler loved it, anyway. And Kanose was just a 45-minute commute by bus to the university. Best of both worlds.

I met Mr. Sato at the stone gate of the university with my luggage at 11am. He was middle-aged, short, and squat, with a chubby, almost potato-like countenance. Sato's eyes were beady and small between his thick epicanthic folds, looking me up and down. His body type was the polar opposite of mine, with a gut that strained against his polo and track pants. His hair was balding, with the remaining salt-and-pepper tufts framing his crown.

I bowed to him.

"Um, konnichiwa, watashi wa Neisan-desu. Sato-san, yoroshikuonegaishimasu. Tomete kurete arigato." Hi, I'm Nathan. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sato, and thanks for letting me stay with you.

The older man seemed a little intimidated by me, but warmed some to my Japanese. "Sou da ne, sou da ne," he said in a high, wheezy voice. "Daijobu da, Neisan-chan. Kyoto e yokoso." Right, right. No worries, Nathan, welcome to Kyoto.

I bowed again. "Utsukushikuni o...uh...o mochidesu ne." You have a beautiful country.

He nodded. "Kanose made kuruma de ookuri shimasu. Son'nani toku wa arimasen. Hanako wa chushoku o motte watashitachi o matteimasu."

Okay, harder to translate. Uhh…he'd drive me there and his wife would have lunch waiting. Nice.

With a final bow, we set off together, Sato walking quickly to keep up with my long stride.

We got along just fine as he walked me to the car, and I was able to communicate with him on a basic level, albeit with a few pauses. Mr. Sato opened the trunk of his 2001 black-and-white Fiat Panda for me to load my oversized blue softside suitcase and my UWM backpack, and then the door for me to get in. The interior was worn, but comfortable, the seat and carpet both a light gray and stained with age. There was a thick, musty, sweaty smell to the car, and pretty soon, I realized the source, with Mr. Sato's perspiration and body odor creeping over into the backseat. But I wasn't complaining. I was in Japan.

We got underway, and my host father drove fast. My head was still swarming with the sleepy, zombie buzz of jet lag, urging me to sleep but stay awake. My gaze was fixed on the window as we left the bustling streets of Kyoto behind. Mr. Sato was a quiet, timid man who tried to fill the silence with obligatory conversation – clipped words in a mix of Japanese and poor English about his job at the power company in Kyoto, where he worked long hours as a shift supervisor, the beauty of the countryside where he'd grown up before heading to Toyko for university and meeting his wife, Hanako. But then he turned on the radio and the car filled with the classic croon of Kyu Sakamoto's “Sukiyaki”.

'Ue o muite arukou

Namida ga koborenai you ni

Omoidasu haru no hi

Hitoribocchi no yoru…’

The urban landscape gradually gave way to a more rural setting, and the highway became a picturesque pastoral road. Quaint houses nestled among vast expanses of rice paddies came into view, and now and then, traditional shrines with their wooden torii gates appeared like glimpses into another world. As we drove deeper into the mountains along the main road, small villages scattered along the way, surrounded by rolling hills. It was a scene straight out of the pictures I had seen online and in movies, but being here in person was something else entirely.

I spent the rest of the ride thumbing texts to my Grandma and friends back in the US, even though most were asleep by now. Maddie was thrilled by the selfies and photos I was posting on my Instagram.

A small brown cow wandered into the road during our approach, but Mr. Sato didn’t seem to think this was anything out of the ordinary; he just waited like the animal was a regular pedestrian. Maybe it wasn't so different from Wisconsin after all, I mused with a smile, sending a snap back to Maddie along with a text:

Nathan: <cow crossing lol>
Maddie: <Kobe beef??? >:P~>

Mr. Sato slowed as we came upon the entrance to Kanose, the village that would be my home for the next year. The street was unpaved and the tires crunched as the little car pulled onto it, the suspension lurching as we hit a series of potholes. I had a feeling I wouldn't be seeing a lot of the bustling Kyoto nightlife for a while.

We pulled up a hill and into a more residential area, and the car jerked and guttered as my host father brought it to a stop. We were right outside the traditional Japanese house I saw in the homestay registry – we’d arrived at the Sato home.

I looked up at it in awe, seeing the familiar tiled roof with a gentle upward slope, and the wooden beams. The garden was modest, with a rock path leading to the front porch and a small stone basin for water. It was beautiful. Damn, I really felt like I could get used to this.

Mr. Sato got out and started ambling the narrow path toward the house, so I got my bags and followed suit, my iPhone shutter working overtime as I documented everything. Up the stairs to the wooden engawa veranda, we arrived at the front fusuma screen door. I could hear movement within. The door slid open, and my host mother greeted us.

My heart skipped a beat when I laid eyes on her.

Hanako was a tall, slender woman of unexpectedly striking beauty who put all the MILFs I saw on Xvideos to shame. She was younger and stood over her husband at maybe 5'9, body trim and graceful. Mrs. Sato had a timeless beauty that made it hard to guess her age, but she couldn't be more than really early 30s. Hanako wore a simple black skirt and a tight white blouse that contrasted her pale skin and her silky, straight black hair, which she had tied back. Her breasts, maybe a small C-cup, were vaguely bell-shaped and full against her blouse. When she stepped out and turned to open the door wider, I could see her ass was a big fat perfect peach; the hem of her skirt rode up a bit and I could make out the curve of her hips and the outline of a panty waistband. Her face was lovely, with high cheekbones and an attractive mouth that was small and pouty, framed by a delicate chin. Hanako looked like she could have been an honest-to-god movie star or something. How the fuck did she end up with Mr. Sato??

Mrs. Sato had a demure expression and a pair of deep, dark eyes that looked me up and down, widening slightly at the sight of me. I could've sworn there was a moment of interest, too. But maybe it was just my nights of JAV inappropriately coloring my thoughts.

"Tadaima!" Mr. Sato called out. I’m home.

"Okaeri nasai!" Hanako answered. Welcome back. "Oh, Neisan-chan, konnichiwa!" She turned, her face lighting up with realization as she saw me, even though there was only the vagueness of a smile. She bowed her head slightly, once, then again. Hanako addressed me in surprisingly decent, but heavily-accented English, like she hadn't spoken it in a while.

"You are the American boy from university, yes?"

I bowed and nodded, grinning wide and awkwardly. "Hajimemashite! Yoroshiku." Nice to meet you.

Hanako's flushed slightly and she bowed, her lips parting a little as her eyes met mine. "Oh, I am so happy you are here!" Her gaze trailed away demurely. "Pleaseu, come in. Dozo."

My host parents both moved to the side and gestured for me to enter their home. I remembered to remove my shoes and tried not to keep staring at Hanako. She was so freaking beautiful. As I walked past, I could smell her light perfume, something sweet and floral.

Sato grunted something about doing work and disappeared deeper into the house while Hanako led me to the guest room, where I would be sleeping. I was amazed at how nice it looked. Everything looked spotless and they’d put a new-looking futon with a quilt out for me. There was a low wooden table in the center, a closet, and a few cushions for seating. It was a humble, unassuming room. A large paper scroll with a poem was the only decoration. The walls were made of tatami mats and a sliding shoji door was open, letting the mild autumn breeze in. There was a small garden outside the house and a bamboo fountain.

"It is not very big, but we hope is enough," Mrs. Sato said, gesturing to the bed.

"No, it's awesome," I smiled. "Er, ie, sugoi yo." I said in Japanese.

Hanako covered her mouth, eyes smiling. "Your Japanese isu pretty good," she complimented. "But you can help me practice my Engrish too."

I grinned. "Sure!"

But what I really just wanted to grab this Asian goddess by the waist and fuck her Japanese brains out. Not...that I'd do that to a married woman or anything – especially not my freaking host mother. Still, the forbidden thoughts were enough to make my thick cock stiffen and engorge with lust. I felt it rise unwelcomely against the front of my jeans. Mrs. Sato seemed oblivious.

“Thisu where you can keep your clothesu," Hanako said, pointing at the closet, her English becoming a bit broken and shy. I wheeled my suitcase over and and set my backpack on top of it for later. Mrs. Sato offered to take me on a tour of her home, which I eagerly accepted.

As I walked behind Hanako, I couldn't help but check out her amazing ass as she moved. That skirt hugged her round, plump asscheeks perfectly, and in another helpless moment of guilt, I imagined how good it'd feel to get my hands over those globes or sink my big Caucasian dick between them.

Goddamn, I really had to stop thinking about that stuff.

The door to their bedroom was closed, as was the study that served as Sato's office. With a lively light in her eyes, Hanako took me to the last stop on the tour, the tokonoma of the house, which had what looked like J-pop memorabilia – framed posters, awards, and photos from different performances. She allowed me to go and have a closer look.

The photos and posters featured this group of beautiful Japanese teenage girls, the Subarashi Stars – but there was no mistaking the slender, gorgeous woman that was Hanako, their central figure, a star among stars. In the largest poster, young Hanako was wearing a sexy schoolgirl uniform with a super short skirt and tight top while the other members had their arms wrapped around her, posing cutely. The camera caught Hanako mid-laugh, her face full of youth and beauty. With an explosion of stars, The photo was captioned, "花子ちゃん、あなたは私たちの息子なのよ！"

Hanako-Chan, You're Our Sun!

"Woah!" I gaped, shaking my head at the tens of thousands of people they performed for at the Tokyo Dome. "You were famous!"

"I...wasu." Hanako said, with both pride and sadness. She gazed wistfully at the photo, walking up to rest her fingers on the image of her face in the midst of her group, one of them encircled with the unadorned gold of a plain wedding ring. "It wasu long time ago."

I noticed that there were several awards and even a gold record on display. "That's incredible," I said, looking at a newspaper clipping of her in an idol magazine, holding up the gold record triumphantly. Her stage name was Hanako Mizuki.

I remembered back to what Maddie had told me about Japanese idols as part of my Nippon cultural crash course. They were basically pop stars and were huge, huge deals.

"So did you...have a lot of fans?" I asked.

That seemed to coax Hanako out of her shell a little. "Hai! I had best time ever. And we sold the most records, and went on the tour, and everysing wasu so much fun. We were big hit." Hanako's voice was nostalgic, but a bit melancholic too.

"It sounds like you loved your life back then," I said.

A dreamy smile came across her pretty face. "I wasu star of stars."

"And what made you want to leave all that?" I asked.

Hanako's expression darkened, her eyes trailing to the floor. "I wasu silly girl." She looked pained for a moment, but then put a hand on the large definition of my shoulder, her touch lingering. It felt good.

"But it wasu 14 year ago. Now I have my husbando and...we areu happy." It felt like she was trying to convince herself than me. It felt like there was more, but Hanako was holding back.

"Sa, chushoku o torimashou," she lilted and stepped away, clearly wanting to move on and get me some lunch. "You must be hungry."

"Yeah, thanks. Arigatou," I replied, trying to sound polite.

Then it was back to the kitchen, where she began making me lunch. I noticed her eyes linger on my broad chest and shoulders. My t-shirt was just a little too small for me, and I liked the way it pulled tight across my musculature and showed off my physique. I kept seeing Hanako steal furtive glances at my body. I mean, I wasn't in any way experienced with women, but…did she...want me?

"Oh, no," Mrs. Sato shook her head, smiling apologetically as I tried to help her in the kitchen. "You are guesto. You sit and I makeu lunch."

I sighed and put my hand to the back of my neck, leaning against a wall and trying to make small talk. "It's nice out."

"Oh, yes. We haveu good weather now," she answered. “But soon rain comingu, typhoon in south."

"Wow, really? Is it going to be bad?"

"Ie, justu more rain," she said evenly. She gestured toward the table. "Sit, prease."

"Oh, okay." I sat down on one of the cushions and Hanako brought over two bowls, kneeling down gracefully to serve me. One was a plain bowl of rice, the other had what looked like a fish paste or pickled seaweed and vegetables.

"Dashi shiru desu," she explained. "We call it soup, but is not soup."

"Dashi shiru,” I repeated. “Uh, thank you, Mrs. Sato."

"Pleasu, Hanako-san," she said pleasantly.

I took a bite of the fishy concoction and made a face that I quickly twisted into a smile for her benefit. "Mm-mm!"

Hanako giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Itsh very goof," I said through a mouthful.

She looked pleased, amused with my antics.

After lunch, I felt jetlag start to overtake me again. I excused myself and went back to my room to unpack and take a nap. Classes would start in a couple of days so I had time to settle in at least. I started to sweat as I worked, and peeled off my shirt. Hanako walked past my half-opened screen door and saw me naked from the waist up. She stopped and watched. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped a little as she stared.

She was clearly checking out my ripped chest, her eyes fixed on my nipples and abs. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and was a little weirded out. When Hanako realized I'd noticed her watching, she quickly shut the screen door and moved on.

What was that about?

I thought about her earlier reaction when I first arrived, how she checked me out, how her gaze lingered. The touch at the tokonoma. There was definitely an attraction, and something else too. Lust? Was Hananko...?

I shook my head, thinking about how inappropriate that was. No way. I must've been imagining things. She was married, after all. But still, I couldn't get Hanako out of my head, and found myself replaying the image of her beautiful, Asian face, her big dark slanted eyes, the tantilizing outline of her Japanese breasts; her incredible fat ass.

I had a raging hardon, and my mind began to wander. Hanako was so sexy. Would it really be such a bad thing to fantasize about her a little? I reached for my phone and went online to pull up the pictures of her old Subarashi Stars group.

Damn, they were so fucking hot, especially her.

My dick was getting so hard it hurt. I wanted her so fucking badly. It felt really wrong, but I just couldn't help myself.

I looked down, my face flushing as I unzipped my jeans and freed my rock-hard prick. My fat 8-inch dick bounced free, and I began to stroke it gently in my palm. I settled onto the futon with my phone in one hand and my cock in the other, stroking while thumbing through photos of Hanako Mizuki when she was the teenage ace of her idol group.

God, I was so depraved, jerking off in my host family's house on the very first day. Right under their roof, and to my host mother no less. But I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Hanako-san.

Hanako-san.

Hanako.

I imagined her on her knees in front of me, her full lips wrapping around the head of my cock and engulfing it into the hot, wet cavity of her Asian mouth. I imagined the feel of her tongue caressing my shaft, and the tightness of her throat as I fucked her mouth. I imagined the feeling of her silky black hair in my fingers as I guided her head down, pushing the full length of my meat deep past her lips.

"Take it, take my big, American dick." I would grunt in the fantasy.

Her slanted eyes would roll back in her head, and she would gag, choking a little as my thick 8-incher slid into the depths of her throat. I could imagine her soft, high-pitched gasps, and the way her hands would clutch the front of my jeans.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you, baby?" I would groan, bucking my hips up to push my dick even deeper down her throat.

Hanako could only nod her head, her eyes tearing up, her mascara running. Her long, straight black hair falling past her shoulders. She would look up at me with a lustful, pleading gaze. Her mouth would be so incredibly tight and warm around my shaft, just like I imagined a blowjob to be.

Mrs. Sato’s lips would stretch taut and thin, and a ring of lipstick wouldve encircled the base of my prick. I’d be able to feel the tip of my dick nudging the back of her throat.

"Take it, you hot fucking Japanese bitch!"

Her cheeks would flush as she choked on my dick.

"That's it," I’d groan, "suck that white cock!"

Back in my room, I felt myself getting close, pumping my cock hard, grunting quietly as I tried not to make too much noise. I felt myself swell, balls churning as I stared at Hanako Muzuki's face on my phone screen.

"Fuck!" I grunted, my orgasm exploding.

I erupted, spurting hot cum into my fist, coating my fingers and shooting thick jets of white seed across the tatami floor. I shuddered and gasped, groaning quietly as my dick throbbed and pumped. I lay back on the futon, breathing heavily, sweating a little.

I couldn't believe I'd just done that. It was so fucking hot though. I grabbed a shirt and wiped the mess up off the floor, feeling a bit guilty about it. My screen had congealed cum on it, beaded over Hanako’s teenage face. I wiped it off and balled up the soiled shirt to toss into the hamper.

I was sated, for now, but my thoughts of Hanako still lingered. How was I going to survive in the same house with her? I didn’t want to get thrown out of the game before the first down. I was here for the championship. I closed my eyes and let an uneasy sleep catch up with me.

***

When I woke up, it was early evening. Hanako had left some rice balls wrapped in plastic wrap and a glass of cold tea on a tray outside my door. I ate hungrily and washed up before I started reading through the guidebook that Maddie had given me before I left: Kyoto Unveiled: Your Cultural Companion. Eventually, I got restless, put on a sleeveless gym tank top and decided to explore the Sato house.

I'd never been in a Japanese home before. Everything was so compact and neat. It was interesting, and I wondered if all the homes were like this, or if the Sato household was particularly old fashioned. There were sliding shoji doors everywhere, and each room had a small window or skylight that opened onto the garden outside. I could smell incense and sandalwood; I could hear the bamboo fountain. The place felt so tranquil.

The garden had a little pond with a stone bridge, and there were lots of stones and moss, as well as a few bonsai trees. There was also a large red pagoda near the back and a small shrine. I hadn’t seen any pictures of the garden on the homestay site, so it was a wonderful surprise. It was beautiful, and the sound of the trickling water was so soothing. I wandered over and sat down on the bridge. It was a nice night. Cool, but not cold yet. The air smelled crisp and clean, like trees.

Hanako was inside the house, folding laundry when she noticed me from the open screen door. "Neisan-chan! Konbanwa!" she called out.

I waved back and got up to walk over.

"You still looku tired," she said with quiet concern.

"Oh, um, yeah, a little." I admitted. "I'm just so jetlagged. Six thousand miles, right?"

"Come, sit. We talk," Hanako motioned toward the dining room table, and then went back into the kitchen.

I sat and waited, and a few moments later, she came out and handed me a cup of hot green tea.

“Matcha,” she said pleasantly. “Specialty in Kyoto. I think you likeu.”

"Arigatou," I said, taking the cup. It was sweet and grassy with a little nutty aftertaste. Not bad at all.

"Welcome, welcome," she answered with motherly tenderness. "How wasu your nap, Neisan-chan?"

"It was great. Thanks."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Haha, of course!” I said. “I mean, hai, arigatou!"

I was sitting across from her, and noticed how her eyes trailed down over my arms, resting on my bulging biceps under the sleeves of my tank top.

Hanako smiled, and her gaze dropped a little. "Your arm, so big."

"Oh," I said awkwardly. "Um, just born big I guess. Or maybe it's all the cheeseburgers," I joked.

Hanako reached out to squeeze my bicep, her touch lingering again. The wedding band on her ring finger made me feel kind of uncomfortable. "So this made of beefu?" she teased.

I was a little embarrassed. "Um, no. Just muscles."

Hanako smiled playfully. "Strong. So strongu American boy."

She kept touching me, and it felt like her graceful hand was a magnet, fingers tracing, squeezing up to the hard slab of my shoulder. Her touch was sending sparks through me, making me hard, and I shifted uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't notice the growing blulge in my pants.

"Ah, so sorry," she said, removing her hand and looking away. She had this deer-in-the-headlights look, like she couldn't help herself. It was kind of cute. "Y-you wantu more tea?"

"No, thank you, I'm fine," I said.

"Sa, we should eat dinner soon. We have special night for you for welcome. Big meal for our bigu Neisan-chan!"

"Oh, wow, you didn't have to do that."

"Yes, yes, it is a honor. Tonight, you are a guesto of house, Neisan-chan. What is ours is yours too!"

What about your wifey Japanese pussy? I thought with wicked irony, though I felt guilty about it after and got firm with myself to cut that shit out.

"Um, uh, that's very kind of you,” I smiled. “Arigatou."

Normalcy settled in and the vague, pining sexual tension and cultural awkwardness lessened during the meal, a delicious spread of rice, miso soup, a vegetable stir fry and grilled fish. Hanako had gone all out, and seemed delighted to have a guest. Mr. Sato didn’t say much, just grunted, drank, ate, and sweated before excusing himself to fuck off back to his room again.

****

As the days passed, my jetlag finally faded, and the house grew colder. The rain started up again. Sato shied away from me most of the time, like he was intimidated by the giant American living in his house. Thankfully, my host-father worked long hours in Kyoto anyway, so it was just me and Hanako most of the time. We talked about her past life as an idol, about my dreams for the future, and we got a little closer, though the two of us had settled into a precarious, cautious distance. I could have been reading it wrong but it felt like both of us were waiting for the other, wanting, but then suddenly shy, afraid of what might happen in the starkness of reality. So it simmered and slipped into a parade of fantasies in my mind, of young idol and mature pale Japanese female flesh, lurking, silently demanding release.

University began and I either drove with Sato to Kyoto on the same road that brought me to Kanose, or took the bus. Mr. Sato was a quiet man, meek and not especially warm or friendly. At the house, he usually kept to himself. When he was home, he was often shut in his study. I seldom saw him with Hanako. Their relationship felt very businesslike.

I wondered how they really felt about each other. If Hanako was unhappy, then it wasn't obvious. But then again, she was a trained actress. I could see the subtle signs though. Her smile always slipped a little when she thought no one was looking, and her eyes dimmed. It looked like the sadness of a woman who'd resigned herself to something she didn't necessarily want. A life lost, replaced with so much less than what she’d had before. Sometimes Hanako was like a ghost, haunting the house, so diminished from the idol she used to be. It was sad. At least when we were hanging out together I started to see light in her eyes again.

The tension though, was starting to build. I couldn't stop thinking about Hanako, and she couldn't keep her eyes off me. I felt wound so tight, and I'd had to masturbate more than usual to satisfy the craving. I couldn't help but fantasize about her every night, and even daydream at school. The desire was eating away at me. I felt like a horny kid in puberty again, always ready to go, always half-hard, always having to adjust myself.

And then there was the storm. The typhoon that Hanako talked about dumped down rain and drowned the beautiful countryside, forcing us indoors. The weather was unrelenting and the rain was coming down so hard, it was difficult to even leave the house, much less enjoy the garden. We spent our time reading or watching tv, or doing chores, but Hanako and I were alone together in the house almost every night, up late talking while Sato snored loudly in their bedroom.

One evening after I'd returned from a long day of classes, I found her sitting at the dining room table, drinking a cup of sake and staring out the window at the falling rain. It was coming down harder and harder. I'd barely made it home on the bus myself. Her phone was blaring something that sounded newsy in Japanese, spoken by a droning female voice.

'Oame kozui keiho...Kyotofu...' Heavy rain. Flood warning. Kyoto area.

"Hi, Hanako-san," I said as I came in, setting my backpack down.

She looked over, relieved to see me. "Oh, hello, Neisan-chan. You are okay? You haveu umbrerra?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little wet, haha."

"Rain so bad. Sato-san stay at company, cannotu leave Kyoto, road too dangerous. Many power line down."

"Oh, damn."

"Neisan-chan, sit. You wantu drink with me, no? You no tried sake?"

"I'd love to," I said, taking the seat next to her.

"This is a speciaru, very goodo. Ginjo sake."

She poured a cup and slid it over to me. It was pale and smelled flowery and sweet, but had a strong bite of alcohol. She raised her glass to clink with mine. I noticed she wasn’t wearing her wedding band.

"Now we say kanpai," Hanako instructed.

"Kanpai." I took a sip. It was delicious, and I told her so.

"You like?"

"Very much. Thank you." Hanako looked at me with a quiet smile, fingers playing over the lip of her cup. “You make many friends at university?”

“Yeah, a few guys in my class, we’re gonna go to check out Gion District next week.”

"What about girl?” Hanako pressed with a purr. “Or you haveu girufriend in Wisuconsin?"

"Uhh..." I fumbled at the sudden directness. "No. I mean – not yet. Er...I mean – I've never had one."

"Oh! Neisan-chan,” Hanako giggled from behind her hand. “You are so handsomeu and strongu. Why no girlfriendo? So shame." She poured herself another cup of sake and took a long swallow.

"I guess uh, I have a hard time talking to girls," I admitted.

"But, you so easy to talku to me."

"Well, I like you. You're easy to talk to," I answered honestly.

"Oh, Neisan-chan, so sweet," she replied, putting her hand on mine and squeezing it affectionately.

Hanako’s Japanese skin was smooth and soft, and the warm contact made my cock twitch a little. I could tell she'd been drinking more than a little already. I was starting to notice that there was a tiny bit of a slur to her words, and her slanted eyes looked a little glazed.

"Neisan-chan, do you likeu Kanose?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely," I said, nodding. "I love the house and the garden. I can't wait for it to stop raining so I can explore the village some more. And of course, I've loved getting to know you...and your husband."

"Thank you, thank you. That means so muchu. It isu very special here. I love it very much."

Hanako was smiling and flushed, the alcohol loosening her up. She looked happy and relaxed. Her face was bare and free of makeup except some mascara, and her hair was tied back. She was wearing a loose pink blouse that fell open at her chest, revealing the swell of her breasts. My gaze lingered on the delicate shape of her collarbones, and the slender, graceful curve of her neck.

She noticed and glanced down, adjusting the front of her shirt self-consciously. I was mesmerized by the motion, the way her small, slim hand brushed over the fabric.

Hanako poured more and more sake, and we continued drinking and talking as the storm intensified outside. The wind picked up and rattled the sliding screen doors. Rain pelted the house, and the dark sky was lit up with streaks of lightning. Thunder rumbled.

Hanako looked alarmed, balling her small fists near her neck. "So loudo!"

"Don't worry," I said. "We're safe inside."

"But the house..." she fretted.

"It's fine. Don't worry."

Hanako was still concerned, and went around the house, checking on the sliding doors and windows to make sure they were tightly closed and locked. We ended up with an armful of beers in the living space, siting on the floor mats next to the couch. There was a flatscreen TV and a stereo as well as a few pieces of art and scrolls on the wall. The room was softly lit with table lamps that flickered every now and then. The storm had barely eased up. The wind howled and shook the roof, and rain beat against the windows. Conversation went on and the beer cans started to empty. We were both getting pretty drunk.

"So bad," Mrs. Sato said, drinking another Asahi. "I hate storm." Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks ruddy. She was drunk, her head a little wobbly on her neck. I was feeling good and buzzed, and we'd been flirting for the past hour, talking, laughing and touching on the very edge of what could be considered chaste. A shoulder, an arm, a hand, the top of a knee. The sexual tension was intense. It was just the two of us, alone in the house, and the weather had trapped us together.

"I need another beer," I said, standing up.

"Me too. I willu go with you." She finished her beer, shotgunning it back with a giggle.

I walked through the house and into the kitchen, the sliding door clacking behind us. I opened the fridge, grabbed a couple beers and turned. Hanako was leaning on the counter, her lips slightly parted, sexy slanted eyes fixed on mine. Her face was so red and flushed, sweat beaded on her temples and matting her bangs. She was fucking hammered. Hanako was looking up at me, and I saw her tongue peek out and wet her lips. My dick stirred.

"Neisan-chan," she purred, her voice a little shaky. "You are so nice."

"Thanks," I murmured, not knowing what else to say. Everything started feeling like slow motion.

Hanako stepped closer, and her eyes drifted down, lingering on my arms, their definition, the veins, the way they stretched the fabric of my t-shirt. "You are so big," she said quietly.

"Um...I guess. Is that good or bad?" I smiled, unsure.

"Goodu," she whispered, her thick Japanese accent so exotic and sexy. "You make me feelru safe. So safe. Hold me...preaseu?"

My heart was pounding, and I swallowed. I set the beers down and went to wrap my strong arms around Hanako, and she leaned into me, laying her head on my chest. She was so much smaller compared to me but I could feel her slender body fit against mine so easily. Her breasts felt soft and full, pressed against my ribs. Hanako breathed a little sigh of contentment and rubbed her cheek into me.

"I wish I wasu young again, like you…” she murmured. “Now I am oldu and ugly."

"Don't say that, Hanako-san," I tried to soothe her. "You're still young. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No. Noo," she moaned softly. "Notu anymore."

I could feel Hanako’s hot breath and the press of her lips through my shirt. She rubbed her face into me further, her fingers squeezing and clutching at the muscles of my back.

My hands were on her shoulder blades, trembling slightly. I didn't dare do anything more, even though I ached to. Mrs. Sato’s breath was warm and moist, and the scent of her was so feminine and enticing, sweet and floral; the smell of her hair, her skin, her sweat. I could feel myself grow harder, the huge bulge pressing into her stomach. She shifted, and her hip rubbed against my hardness. I felt her tense.

Hanako was quiet for a long moment, her face buried in my chest. She seemed frozen, like a frightened deer again. Finally, she slowly peeled away from me, acting like nothing had happened. Mrs. Sato patted a hand on my chest, swaying some as she took a beer. "Come back to washitsu," she purred.

"Sure," I answered, my voice hoarse, numbly going to get the beers. I felt the wetness of pre spots soak through my pants as I carried more Asahi back to the living room.

What the fuck was going on?

We settled onto the mats in the living space and sat with our backs against the couch, our sides touching. The rain was still beating on the roof. Hanako talked to me more about her days as an idol as we drank. It sounded like a dream. She had everything – money, fame, millions of adoring fans. She missed it terribly.

"Sounds like you really loved being an idol," I said with sympathy.

"Oh yes, I love. I have so many friendsu, fansu. I live in biiiigu penthouse in Roppongi, so beautiful place. And everyone lovesu me." Hanako was getting drunker, her words slurring. "I am biiigu ssshtar."

I'd taken out my phone and started playing one of the Subarashi Stars videos where Hanako was singing solo in front of a huge crowd waving pink glowsticks. She was so hot and cute with her dance moves and her beautiful voice was flawless. Hanako Mizuki was wearing a skimpy outfit, a tight black and pink sailor uniform top with a short pleated skirt, white leggings and tennis shoes. The idol's long, shiny black hair studded with glowing, multicolored stars, streaming down her back. The screen behind her exploded in a coruscating cosmos of perpetual supernova.

"Kira kira, hikaru yo

Watashitachi wa, anata no hikari

Egao de utaou, ashita e to

Zutto issho ni, yume o kanaeyou!"

Sparkling, shining bright, We are your light,

Let's sing with smiles, toward tomorrow,

Always together, let's make our dreams come true.

"Oh, Neisan-chan," she cooed, leaning in to watch. "So fun, my old videosu! This one wasu in Nippon Budokan." She put her hand on my chest and started singing along. Hanako was almost pitch perfect, despite all the years that had passed. I was enthralled.

“Watashitachi no hitomi ni hoshi ga kagayaku,

Yoru o dakishimeru

Yume no sekai de

Kokoro wa tobu tame ni!"

With stars in our eyes

We'll embrace the night

In this world of dreams

Our hearts taking flight!

The video ended and Hanako was flushed and excited, her breath coming out in little gasps.

"Why'd you quit?" I pressed as she leaned back on her hands, not as willing to let it go this time. "What happened?"

"I..." she stuttered. "There was a problem withu...my manager. He, ah, he...he did thingsu. To me. And other girls. So I leaveu Subarashi Stars."

"Oh," I said. "Is that why you moved here? To get away from it?"

"Yesu," she sighed. "It could be a bigu scandalru, so I run away to Kyoto to be with my mother. She introduce me to Sato-San."

"Do you love him?"

Hanako stared into her beer can, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. "No. We hadu nothing in common. He is a cold, small man," she said with some bitterness. "He can never even give me baby. Now he does notu touch me."

My heart broke for her. Poor Hanako.

"I am lonely. It hasu been so longu. So longu. So longu," she sobbed.

"Hanako-san," I murmured, pulling her to me and wrapping my arms around her. "Don't cry."

"No, no. It is…snfff…alrighto," she sniffed.

Mrs. Sato buried her face into my neck, and I could feel her breath, the press of her soft lips against my skin. My heart was pounding again. I stroked her back through the silk of her blouse. I ran my hands up and down, feeling Hanako shiver, and then finally cupped her head. She let out a soft, pleasant sound and snuggled against me.

My hand slid up her back, and over the nape of her neck, and her soft, lustrous black hair. I touched her cheek, skin was so hot and crimson. I could feel the warmth radiating off her. Hanako’s hands were gripping my shoulders and I was trembling. The alcohol and the heat, the desire for her was getting to me. Mrs. Sato lifted up to look at me, her mouth inches from mine. We'd reached that forbidden threshold again. I could smell the beer heavy on her sweet breath.

I desperately wanted to kiss Hanako but I was terrified of fucking everything up. I wanted this so badly but was I taking advantage of her? I'd never been in a relationship before or ever got this far with a girl, just some drunken making out at an after party with some townie chick who was being passed around the team. I was frozen.

"Neisan-chan," Hanako breathed. "I can feel you...I can feel you. You wantu..." she whispered, her lips hovering over mine. "...me."

"Oh god," I groaned, her words going right to my cock. All resistance crumbled. I cupped Hanako’s face in my big palm and she whimpered as my fingers brushed her ear. She was burning up, her skin almost feverish.

"Ohh, Neisan-chan," she moaned when she felt me harden and swell larger and larger against her.

More on instinct than anything else, I leaned down and put my lips to hers. Mrs. Sato was hot, hungry and eager, her womanly mouth opening under mine. She tasted like beer and sake, her tongue warm and wet. She clung to me, her small hands grasping at my t-shirt. My body was screaming at me and my head was a fog of lust and alcohol. I could barely breathe. My cock was rigid and straining in my pants against her thigh.

My hands fell to Hanako’s sides and I could feel her svelte ribcage and waist. She was so slender, but still curvy, her hips wide and her ass so round and full. I was kissing her deeply, not sure if I was doing it right or not, my tongue searching hers. We were moaning together, our breath loud.

Hanako pulled away and panted, "Ohhh, Neisan-chan, hai, hai, haaaaaiii." Hanako's face was flushed a deep hot, crimson. She was sweating so much, a little damp patch spreading on the front of her blouse. Hanako looked down at the huge tent in my jeans, stretched against the outline of my shaft and big cockhead. "You are so big," she crooned, biting her lip, reaching out to touch my covered hardness with shaking fingers.

I grunted and leaned back as Hanako’s slim hand pressed against the denim, feeling the shape of my throbbing length. She rubbed her palm up and down, her eyes widening as she felt the size and girth.

"Sato-San...his is so smallu," she whimpered. "So smallu..."

"Am I too big for you?" I asked, the drink making me blunt and bold, my heart racing.

"I-I don'tu know..." Hanako whispered as she worked the zipper of my pants, her expression like a scared but eager little cat. She fished around in the folds of my jeans until her grasping, probing digits found what they were searching for, and then gasped when she discovered how hot and hard I was, how swollen and stiff my shaft was in my briefs.

"Oh, Neisan-chan," she breathed. "Is big, is so biiiiigu..."

I groaned out loud at the feeling of Hanako’s fingers around my length. I was aching,leaking, and desperate. I wasn't thinking about the wrongness of what we were doing anymore, or the consequences. I'd never had a woman touch me like this and it was heaven. Mrs. Sato slowly pulled down the waistband of my underwear and let me free with an obscene slap and throbbing bounce before her. Her slanted eyes widened as big as they could go.

"Nante koto…" Hanako breathed, her fingers gripping my potent, naked cock in the open and sliding up and down my girth, tracing the angry veins. "You are so bigu, so, so bigu. I do notu know...if you willru fit inside me."

I throbbed hard in her hand at that.

"Looook, is so looongu," Mrs. Sato cooed drunkenly, running her thumb around the swollen head and over my glans, slick and wet with my precum.

Hanako leaned over, her breasts pushing against my thigh. She inspected my big, heavy cock closely; I could feel her breath so tantalizingly close on my foreskin. "I tsoughtu Japanese man penis wasu small andu hardo, ando American man is big and floppy..." she murmured, and gave my shaft a long, wet lick, making me gasp. "But this so hardo," she whispered.

"Hanako, we shouldn't..." I managed at the escalation of her infidelity.

"Shh, shh, is okay. Sato-san does not need to know." Hanako's tongue flicked out lewdly to lick the side of my shaft again, making it flex and bounce.

I let out a quiet, strangled sound, scarcely believing that this was happening, that this unbelievably hot, drunk Japanese ex-idol housewife was starting to give me head. It was my first time to get fellated and my heart was slamming in my chest. Hanako’s lips were on my fat mushroom head now, sucking softly. It felt indescribably good and my young body responded. My hips thrust up involuntarily and my cock slid over her lips and cheek, smearing it with pre.

"Neisan-chan," Hanako giggled, stroking my dick with both hands, her voice thick with alcohol. "So strongu, aaaangreee American diiiicku," she cooed, licking and suckling at my fat tip with her full lips and pert Asian mouth. Watching this Japanese woman suck my dick was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen in my life. Better than any fantasy. It was just like one of those POV JAV pornos I'd been jerking to, only this was real life. My whole body was humming, and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears.

I put my fingers through Hanako’s hair, past her angular cheekbone to cup the back of her head, stroking it as she suckled me. Mrs. Sato took me in her married mouth again, this time pushing down, swallowing my length into her hot, wet, throat. She made a noise as my cock pushed into her, gagging slightly, but she kept going, her small hands around the base. Her slanted eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, face red from lust and embarrassment.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered. "God, Hanako...no one's ever done this to me before...nnnngghhh!"

She didn't answer, her lips and mouth stretched so wide around my big shaft. Hanako bobbed her dark head up and down, drooling copiously, the spit and precum making obscene wet noises. Her red cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and her eyes rolled back as she swallowed me down again and again. It was too much, and I could feel myself getting close.

"Hanako, I'm gonna-gonna cum," I warned, my fingertips tightening their grip at her roots, but her head kept bobbing. She moaned around my meat and looked up at me, her eyes begging me to cum. I groaned loudly as the pleasure built up, the hot pressure in my balls ready to explode.

"Oh god, oh fuck," I moaned, thrusting my hips upward, my shaft flexing. I cried out and threw my head back, my cock flexing and spewing rope after thick, creamy rope into Hanako’s eager, ex-idol mouth.

I could hear her gulp and swallow my load, a trail of my seed dripping down her chin. Hanako was panting hard, her eyes half-closed in lust, her whole face and chest red. She licked her lips and wiped the drool and cum from her chin, dark, slanted eyes suddenly intense on mine.

"I amu so hot, Neisan-chan," my host mother groaned, and stood on wobbly legs, turning around. "Help me, preasu," she entreated, pulling her skirt down, her full, fat panty-clad ass coming into view.

Hanako knelt on the floor and pushed her big, sexy Japanese rump against my face. I inhaled her scent, the musky, spicy smell of her, and it made me groan. She was so wet. The crotch of Hanako’s panties was completely soaked, her thighs wet with arousal.

"Neisan-chaaaan," she moaned softly as I grabbed the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her long, toned legs. The musk and aroma was stronger now, Hanako’s married cunt lips pink and wet and engorged with blood, a tuft of thick, black Asian pubic hair covering her mound. I only had the pornos and raw male instinct to go off of, but I was determined to pleasure the Japanese goddess kneeling before me. I pushed her thighs apart and Hanako’s labia opened slightly, revealing her inner, glistening wetness. I groaned and leaned in, inhaling her scent, letting her hot, slick, pungent womanhood coat my senses. She was so drunk, such a bitch in heat for me.

Hanako was panting hard, her body moving against my mouth, her juices flowing, gasping out and squeaking in strained Japanese. I found her clit and tongued it, lapping at the little bud with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs quivered, and her ass tensed, hips rocking, toes curling. My hands were on Hanako’s perfect round ass, squeezing and kneading her doughy Japanese flesh. I was in a frenzyy with my tongue, loving her taste and heady scent, pulling apart her cheeks to lap from her clit to her asshole. That set her off.

"Dame! Eenngh! NEISAN-CCHHAAaaaNn!" Hanako shrieked, and her back arched. Her body went rigid and shook, and her cunt spasmed, thighs snapping closed around my face. My mouth was flooded with her juices, and her clit swelled, pulsing.

"Oh, fuuuuckuu…" Hanako hissed, shuddering, her fingers clawing at the tatami mat. Her orgasm had been sudden, and intense, and she was panting and whimpering and quivering, her thighs still clamped around my face. Finally, she relaxed and leaned back, her chest heaving.

Hanako’s body quivered like she was in the grip of mild electric shock as she lay on the floor, breathing hard, slanted eyes closed, temples dripping sweat. The rain was falling in a hard staccato outside as I sat there, watching her. Hanako's breathing evened out, and I realized that she'd either passed out or had fallen asleep, curled up on her side with an extremely blissful expression on her beautiful, angular face.

I sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do, my cock already hard again and pointed directly at her helpless, lithe little body. But drunk as I was, I still wanted to do right by my host mother-turned lover. I pulled my pants up and gently rolled her panties back on to cover her, then her skirt. I picked Hanako up easily and laid her on the couch to warm her with a blanket.

With a pang of regret, I knew this would probably be the only chance I'd get to fuck Hanako, and I'd let it go – but at least I wasn't a fucking asshole.

I wiped my mouth and walked back to my room in a daze. Had what just happened really happened? My cock felt semi-drained and pleasantly fuzzy; I was still riding that high of release. Hanako‘s taste was still on my lips. I stripped down to my briefs in my room and lay back on my futon, my mind still filled with lurid images of Hanako's hot, forbidden married flesh.

What had I gotten myself into, I wondered, before I drifted off to the sounds of the intensifying storm.

****

I awoke to feel a strange presence in the room. The lights were still off, and my head was pounding from a hangover. I could hear the storm howling. It must've been just a couple of hours, so super late at night. I could barely make out the female form hovering over me, and I started.

"Hanako…san?" I asked blearily.

My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I could see her kneeling next to me, but she was wearing something else – that same idol outfit from the video we'd watched. Hanako reeked of alcohol; she’d clearly had more. I rubbed my eyes, staring.

The rain was pouring hard outside. The thunder hadn’t abated and the wind was whipping the trees around. All around us I could hear the old house creak and shake. I thought for sure I must be dreaming.

"Neisan-chan," Hanako’s sweet voice, heavy with drink, purred. "Are you awakeu?

"Am I awake?" I murmured. "This is a dream, right?"

"No, notu dream," she giggled. "Is real."

I blinked. "Why are you wearing your old idol costume?"

Hanako smiled and ran a hand up and down her side, posing slowly, sexily, like in one of the posters but much more lewd. "You like, yes? When you show my video, I tsought maybe...you like me as idoru."

My host mother was so drunk, so desperate for me.

"Oh, fuck yes," I breathed, sitting up, staring at her. She was a vision, the way the tight little outfit hugged her sexy, sensual figure. The top was cut low enough to reveal the tops of her ample breasts. It didn't matter that Hanako wasn't eighteen anymore. To me, she was the hottest woman alive. I was so fucking horny.

Hanako giggled at my reaction, blushing, her fingers touching her full, parted lips. She rose and started to dance at the foot of my futon, so sensually. She sang the Subarashi Stars song from earlier, but so intimately; not for an audience of millions – just me.

“Kira kira, kagayaku no...”

Hanako’s eyes were half-closed, her expression a mix of lust and longing. Her hands glided up and down her sides and stomach, hips rocking and moving in a slow, seductive rhythm. My head was pounding with hangover to the beat of Hanako's dance, drowning in the roaring downpour and wind outside.

She came to straddle me, her pale thighs spread on either side of my torso. Hanako’s body was so hot, so curvy, her mature breasts heaving in her top. Hanako’s covered cunt was pressed against my bare abs, the crotch of her panties rubbing on my skin. She started to grind on me, her fingers running through her glossy black hair, head lowered, bangs covering her face in shadow.

"I-I am so bad girl," Hanako whispered, her hips rolling. "Sato-san, he no takeu care of me." Hanako's small hands were running all over my broad, muscled chest, her teeth nibbling the bud of her bottom lip. "You takeu care of me now..."

I realized I was about to lose my virginity. A surge of white hot adrenaline filled me, pushing back the ache in my temples. Each breath I sucked in through my flared nostrils drew me towards the inexorableness of this Japanese wife's need. Whatever resistance I had left ebbed away, replaced with the pulsing growth of my dick.

My hands ran up and down the length of Hanako’s lithe, sexy body, feeling her willowy curves.

"Yes, I will," I groaned, watching her dance and sway on top of me, her hips gyrating, her movements growing more and more sexual, the air crackling with mutual lust. I had a raging erection.

Hanako leaned in close, her hands cupping my face. Her covered crotch was so wet it was squishing over my abs as she ground into me.

"Takeu care of me, American boy..."

She kissed me hard, her lips full and pouty, her breath a mix of sake and mint.

I groaned out loud, feeling Hanako’s small, eager tongue dart into my mouth. Her kiss was so sensual, the way she moved her lips. My fingers went to her hair, threading through it, and I pulled her face to mine. My other hand was on her big ass, gripping her tightly, holding her against my large, muscular body.

Hanako pulled her mouth away, her forehead pressed to mine, face flushed,  breathing ragged. Her small fingers traced the lines of my chest, her eyes closed, hips still grinding.

"Inside me now Neisan-chan…" Hanako whispered, dark almond-shaped eyes lidded with drink and desire, reaching back to free my big white dick from my briefs. “Gaman dekinai…”

My swollen precum-dripping cock bounced out and stood proud, Hanako’s delicate, pale fingers trailing up its length.

"So hardo," she murmured, her eyes half-closed in lust. Hanako wrapped her hand around my girth and gave me a slow pump, her grip firm.

My host mother rose up onto her knees as she straddled me, pulling her panties to the side. I could see the vagueness of her glistening black bush, married Japanese cunt lips shiny and engorged with arousal. I was breathing hard, the sight of her so damningly erotic. Hanako slid back and I felt the hot, sticky, wetness of her cunt against the shaft of my cock, lips sliding up and down my length, her clit grinding.

I groaned out loud, and it was like a dam broke. Hanako's fingers tangled into my hair, and her lips met mine. Her body was so warm and soft, her tongue slipping past my lips. Her hips moved faster, her cunt dragging and sliding up and down my shaft. Hanako was making a keening noise, almost a sob.

I blurted out an idiotic mumble amidst my groans of pleasure. I don't know why I said it, or why I thought she should know.

"I-I'm...a virgin..."

Hanako broke her kiss and pulled back, her breathing ragged. "Wh-what?"

"I'm a virgin," I managed as I held her hips, my whole body tense.

"Oh, Neisan-chan," Hanako’s voice was soft and husky as she slowed her movements. "Letu…me…be you firstu woman." She looked into my eyes, her own full of lust but also a kind of motherly compassion. "I wantu take care of you, giveu you everysing."

The storm was still howling, the wind rattling the windows, sky illuminated in flashes of blue and white. I could hear the thunder crack and boom in a low roar against the lashing of the rain. Hanako lifted herself up and gripped my cock firmly at the base. My shaft was slick with her juices. I groaned and closed my eyes, waiting.

This was it. I was almost at the end zone.

Hanako pressed the big, tumescent head of my cock against the lips of her cheating Japanese pussy. They opened for me, her cunt stretching wide as she impaled herself on my shaft with agonizing slowness. I could feel Hanako’s walls squeezing down on me like a vise. It was so warm and wet and tight, and I could see Hanako's mouth open and her head throw back in a silent, unending gasp. She put her hands on my chest and sank lower, her body shaking.

"Ee…eeeeuunnnhh!" she breathed, face screwed up with pleasure and pain, slanted eyes shut tight. Her fingernails raked against my pecs. "Itu...hurrt..."

I looked down and could see my huge, pale, veiny Caucasian cock buried in the tight, wet hairness of Hanako’s cheating Japanese cunt. I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Touchdown.

Hanako's mouth was exquisite, but the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my shaft was teenage nirvana. It was a warm, wet grip, squeezing down, her thick inner walls pulsing around my meat. It was a delicious, exquisite torture.

I was breathing hard. Hanako’s tight pussy clenched the shaft of my cock as it slid further into her, splitting her open to accommodate me. She was panting, sweating profusely, her face a straining mask. I could see Hanako’s fat nipples through her Idol uniform top, her hair falling in a glossy wave over her shoulders.

"Neisan-chan," she groaned, sinking down another girthy inch, her quivering thighs spread wide on either side of me in a needy squat. "So bigu...kimochi ii..."

My fingers dug into Hanako's fat ass as she bottomed out with a moan that crescendoed into a scream. Her body was tense, and her thighs were trembling.

“YABAAIIIeee!”

"Oh god," I groaned, my dick throbbing inside her, my head crushed up against the entrance to her Asian womb. She was so incredibly tight and hot around me that I nearly came inside her. It felt amazing, the way her hot, slick, cunt spasmed, clenching down, her thighs tense, her face contorted.

"Nathan-kun," she hissed, her hands on my chest, her head thrown back, her glossy black hair falling down as she came, hard. Her steaming pussy squeezed and gripped my cock, her walls contracting.

"Hanako," I gasped, holding her hips, her tight cunt milking me. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good inside you."

"Neisssaaaan," she mewled, voice trembling. "...I'm come again...ikuuuuu..."

Hanako's taut body shuddered weakly as she rippled around my cock. It took everything I had not to cum in her from the intense pleasure. Whatever rational thought I still had, I didn't want to get her pregnant. I didn't know if she was on the pill or anything, but I'd taken sex ed and I knew what we were doing was so risky, but it felt so. Fucking. good.

When it passed, Hanako leaned forward and put her arms around my neck, her full lips pressing against mine, her hot tongue probing into my mouth.

"Neisan-chan," she purred into my ear, her voice husky, her hips starting to grind. "You move now, move. Isogu…"

Lost in my own lust, I eagerly obliged. Holding Hanako in place by her hips, I followed instinct again and started to rock her back and forth, slowly at first, her tight cunt gripping me. The motion was exquisite, and her mature Asian body felt so good on top of mine. I was in absolute heaven on earth. I started to speed up, fucking her harder.

"Yes, yesss, Neisan," Hanako hissed, her breath hot and heavy on my neck. Her hands were on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh.

The air was heavy with the sound of rain, the wind howling, the thunder rolling, hiding our forbidden tryst. The room was dark and humid, and we were both drenched in sweat. Hanako was squealing and grunting almost nonstop above me, a slave to her pleasure and my huge American dick.

"Fuck," I grunted, fucking her faster. I was lost in the tightness of her body, her warmth. The room was filled with the lewd, wet slapping of our flesh. Her cunt was slick, the heat of it almost too much. Her hairy bush rubbed against my stomach, her clit dragging and sliding on me. Hanako was panting, gasping, moaning, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. Seeing her in her old teenie idol outfit fucking me like a wanton whore was so deliciously obscene.

"Fuuuucku me," she begged, her voice strained. "Fuckmefuck me, Neisan-kun. So biguu, so biiiig you American penis, moremoreMORE...kimochi iieehheeunnnnnn!"

Hanako threw her head back with a gasp, her glossy hair wild and unkempt, and came, hard, body tensing, her pussy squirting around my cock. I felt a rush of wetness as her hot fluids gushed over my crotch.

"You like me," I grunted, still thrusting, "Like my big American cock? You want me to fuck your little Japanese pussy with it?"

"Unnnhh, yes," she groaned, yelping with every thrust. "Y-ye-ye-yes, give it to meee!"

"Tell me you love my white dick," I growled, her tight body squeezing and milking me. “Say it!”

"I-I love it, I love it, Neisan-kun," Hanako moaned. "I want you cum inu me..." she panted. When she saw my frightened expression, Hanako calmed me with her reassuring words. "Is safe day, Neisan, is safe...you come insideu me."

It was my first time, and she was an experienced older woman, guiding me. I believed her.

"Fuck," I grunted, thrusting as deep as I could, my whole body tight and tensed. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh, oh, yes," Hanako gasped. "Cum for me, cum inu me! I wantu you seeed!"

"Oh, sh-shiit," I gasped. My cock started to twitch and expand, my balls boiling up with cum. "Fuuuuuuckkkk!" I grunted, burying my dick in her and coming, hard. My balls erupted, spraying jet after jet inside her hot, grasping cunt.

"Oh, eennggggghhhhhh Neisan-kuuuuuun!" Hanako cried out, her back arched, her pussy squeezing and milking, wringing my spurting cock and sucking it up into her hungry, cheating Japanese womb.

Hanako collapsed onto my chest, panting and heaving. I held her close, feeling her covered breasts heave against my pecs. I luxuriated at the feeling of still being inside her.

We were silent, the rain still pouring, the wind roaring.

"Neisan-kun," Hanako said softly, lifting her head and looking into my eyes, her bangs hanging.

"Yeah?" I murmured, reaching up and brushing her hair away, her face ruddy and dripping sweat. She looked at me, so supremely satisfied and well-fucked, eyes filled with love. Hanako smiled and just lay her head on my chest.

Before I knew it, Hanako was sleeping again against the rise and fall of my chest. What a crazy fucking night. I'd lost my virginity to my host mother, a gorgeous ex-idol. Drunk as hell, we’d just cheated on Sato, her husband. I didn't know if I loved her, or what I was supposed to feel, but this felt right. I didn't care anymore that Hanako was married. She was mine. Sato didn't deserve her. I pulled a cover over us and nuzzled my Japanese mate's dark head, closing my eyes as the exhaustion of euphoria took me into the darkness.

****

When I woke up again the rain had stopped. Morning had started to stream in the screen windows. My head still swam from the hangover, but it had receded to an uncomfortable throb in the back of my eyes.

Hanako was still lying against me on the futon, and my nose was heavy with her womanly scent. I was softened but still inside her.

"Hanako-san," I whispered.

"Oh," she said groggily. Hanako looked disheveled, her hair a mess, mascara smudged from all of last night’s sweat, but she was still so beautiful. Her eyes shot wide when she realized where she was.

"Oh, Neisan, we..." Hanako looked down, horrified but also aroused by my big half-hard white dick buried in her cunt. The two of us moaned quietly as she lifted her leg and gently rolled off, my soft member pulling out of her. Hanako rose up off my cock and my sperm spilled out of her, the sheets beneath us stained. She let out a little squeak at the sensation and the mess.

"Oh no...we should not have..."

I groaned, my head still pounding. I got up to sit, my legs weak.

"Nathan-kun, what we did was very bad," Hanako said, her face a picture of concern, sitting up and looking at me, then at her disheveled Subarashi uniform. She clearly remembered it, despite being incredibly hammered.

"Last night we drinku too much..." She touched her dripping cunt, staring at the thick puddle of cum collecting in her palm, dumbfounded and in awe, before numbly pulling her panties back over her hairy twat.

I didn't know what to say. The hangover, the guilt. It all washed over me.

"Sato-san, he...he–" Hanako began.

"Fuck him." I suddenly said, eyes flashing. "You said yourself he doesn't touch you, doesn't care about you."

"That isu notu fair, Neisan-kun," Hanako's tone was scolding.

"Doesn't make it less true," I replied.

Hanako pursed her lips. "You do notu understandu, we should not haveu..."

"We were both drunk and lonely and you were real sad," I interrupted, crossing my big arms over my chest. "Don't act like this didn't mean anything, not to you. You took my virginity."

Hanako's expression changed. She sighed, and her face fell. "That is notu fair either, Neisan," she replied, her voice soft, looking at her cum-covered hands. "What I feelu...it is wrong, but...I want to..."

I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.

"What, Hanako? You can tell me."

She turned to me, her face filled with need. "I stillu want you," she whispered, her eyes glassy. "I wantu you."

My heart was pounding in my chest, but my dick was growing hard and my naked body was eager. Hanako's slanted eyes roamed over both.

"What...what about your husband?" I asked.

Hanako shook her head, her expression pained. "...He...will not know. It will be a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yes, secret," she breathed, moving closer, her lips parting, her breathing rapid, her eyes glassy and lustful. She put her hand on my thigh, and I could see her nipples through her tight schoolgirl outfit. "Between you andu me."

I stared at her, dumbstruck, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Her full lips were soft and sweet. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss.

"Show me your body," I breathed when Hanako's lips left mine.

Her mouth curved into a sultry smile before she moved back a bit to stand before me, her fingers touching the buttons of her idol uniform top. I could see Hanako’s heavy breasts heave, her nipples hardening. My host mother’s slanted eyes watched me as she started to open her top, exposing her creamy Asian cleavage. She was taking it slow, tantalizing me. Hanako reached up and slid the left shoulder of her top off, then the right. Her mouth opened and her face flushed with pleasure as she slid the uniform top down from her chest.

Hanako's modest Asian breasts spilled free. They were full, her areolas puffy and large, capped with thick, erect light brown nipples. The tops of her tits were streaked with red where the fabric had dug in. She let the uniform fall from her fingers.

Hanako’s cheeks reddened as she shimmied down her pleated skirt. Her plump Japanese ass cheeks jutted out from her slim hips, soiled panties tight across her round butt. They came down too, along with her leggings, and she stood totally naked before me. Hanako's stomach was smooth, toned, and flat. Her thick, long-haired Japanese bush above her twat pushed out, beckoning me. Hanako looked shy, but her slanted eyes were dark and hungry.

Hanako was so submissive, so vulnerable it was easy to feel like I was in control. I got so hard watching her. I stood up, my big white cock swinging and bobbing between my thighs.

"Get on your hands and knees." I commanded luridly.

Hanako obeyed, moving down and getting on all fours, her juicy ass sticking up in the air. Her breasts swung down beneath her. She looked back at me with an inviting bite of her bottom lip, spreading her legs and arching her back. She reached behind and pulled the cheek of her ass, exposing her glistening, hairy cunt and tiny puckered asshole.

I stepped forward and knelt behind Hanako, grabbing the fat globes of her delicious Japanese rump. I roughly cupped her pussy and pushed two fingers into her slick cunt.

"Ahh," Hanako moaned, her hair spilling down as she lowered her head, breasts swinging as I started to fuck her with my hand. I was more forceful than I needed to be, but she was loving it. I bent down to spread her cheeks as I pumped my fingers, lapping at the nectar of her lips.

"Ohhh," Hanako gasped, her back arching, her pussy squishing and gushing as I lapped at her. "Yes, Neisan, yess..."

I was rock-hard, my dick aching for release.

She was panting, losing her mind at all the incredible sexual attention she was getting after so long. "Neisan-kun," Hanako groaned. "Do it now. Put it insideu me. Fuck me likeu dog."

"Yeah, that's what you are, huh? A bitch," I groaned, lapping at her cunt.

"Ungh, yes," she moaned, her accent so sexy. "I amu Japanesu bitchh."

"You want this big white dick?" I growled, rising up to slide my shaft between her buttcheeks, the large tip rubbing heavily across her wet pussy.

"Yes," she pleaded. "Give me, Neisan-kun. Give to me. You big youngu American dick. Fuck my Japanese pussy."

Hanako was so hot and horny, her needy Asian pussy drooling and sopping. I put my hand on the back of her neck. She squeaked as I angled her forward, her cheek hitting the tatami mat.

"Oooh," she enthused, her hands gripping the floor.

I took my other hand and put it on her hip. I pressed my hard, swollen cockhead to her sopping, hairy cunt. Hanako groaned, pushing her hips back and grinding on me. I moved my hand from her hip and grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair, and I saw her face twist in a lewd smile against the floor.

I pushed forward, the big, flared head of my manhood sliding past her lips and parting her wet folds. I was still amazed by the sensation.

"Nngh, ah!" Hanako let out a throaty, pleasured groan in time with my long grunt of estacy, and I felt her body tense. Her cunt clamped down on me. She was cumming, and hard.

"Already?" I breathed, watching her body shudder and convulse. She was such a filthy, wonderfully wanton slut. I just kept fucking her through it with my raging morning wood.

"Hnnnnggh, ahh, ahh," she moaned, her back arching, her cunt squeezing and milking me, trying to coax my seed. "Y-you make meu cum, Neisan-kun..."

Her eyes were clenched shut, her lips parted, her tongue hanging out. My fist was tangled in her dark hair.

"It's because you're a nasty little Asian slut," I grunted. "Isn't that right, Hanako?" I gently but firmly wrenched her head up by her roots.

"AhhAAAhh!" she screamed, her back arching even more.

"Tell me you're a slut for white dick," I growled.

"I amu slut for you white dick, Neisan-kun," she moaned.

"That's right," I grunted, slamming into her, the sound of our hips slapping together filling the room.

"Ahhn, ah, ahhhhh!" Hanako panted, ass bouncing, her shapely breasts swinging wildly.

I reached around and grabbed a breast, feeling the hard nipple and softness of the fleshy, supple teat, my other hand still tangled in her hair. We fought to satisfy ourselves; her parched after years of carnal neglect, me a young beast awakening to the pleasures of sex.

Hanako groaned, wriggling her hips, her tits bouncing and swinging, her face twisted with need. She whispered the next. "I wantu baby..."

My cock swelled even harder, my heart racing. Somehow that triggered an alarm. My brain was saying I should stop, that this was dangerous, but my dick wanted to flood this fertile little mongoloid bitch with cum.

She'd said it was a safe day last night though, right? Maybe this was just her talking dirty – and it was working. Impregnating this sexy Japanese bitch was next-level depraved, the thought turning me on so much.

I fucked Hanako harder, and her eyes widened, her mouth slack. I reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her down as I mounted her like an animal.

"Oouuuu..." she groaned. "Give me you American hafu babies, Neisan-kun."

Hafu. The term was so derogatory, a slur that meant a half-breed. That's what Hanako wanted from me. God, she would look so hot pregnant with my child. I was getting deeper into her fantasy, lost in the pleasure. I couldn't stop. I needed to breed this bitch. I slapped her big cheating Japanese housewife ass as I fucked her, once, then again.

"Ahh!" Hanako gasped, her pussy clamping down on me.

I spanked her again and again.

"Aauuuunnnnn!" she groaned, her cunt squeezing and sucking. She was so tight, so hot and horny, her voice a whining, high-pitched groan.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I grunted, thrusting hard and fast, my balls slapping against her, the pleasure building.

"I want you babies in me, Neisan, I wantu whole Kanose to see I carry American man baby..." she mewled.

"Fuuuuck," I roared, slamming into her. My cock swelled up, and my seed erupted in a geyser of pleasure, emptying my balls deep inside.

"Ah! Ah, aaahhhhhnnn!" Hanako screamed, cumming so hard, her back arching. Her cunt milked in a vibrating thrum that was almost painfully tight as I filled her, the orgasm exploding and shaking both of us.

The release felt like it lasted forever, my balls pumping, pure sexual estacy washing over me. My mind reeled, and I couldn't stop cumming.

"Uuuunnghh, aaaaahhh, uunnnnnnghh," Hanako's eyes were rolled up, her body shuddering.

Finally, it ended.

We fell forward, exhausted, breathing heavy. I pulled my cock from her dripping, creampied Asian cunt. Hanako was whimpering, her cheek rubbed red against the mat, her hair disheveled, expression dazed and delirious, her body trembling.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

My host mother looked at me with glazed eyes, nodding her dark head weakly.

I sat back, my legs still jelly. Hanako moved too, rising slowly and turning, crawling forward on her knees and taking my half-hard dick in her mouth gratefully, suckling and cleaning her own juices off me, her big fat brown areolas grazing my thigh.

I watched her, stunned. It felt amazing.

When Hanako was finished, she looked up at me and smiled, daintily wiping the corner of her mouth with a fist.

"You areu so good, Neisan-kun," Hanako purred, stroking my shaft. "I feel better. Thanku you."

"You sure it's okay, like your safe day and everything?" I said tentatively, a little anxious now that I wasn't thinking exclusively with my dick anymore. "That was just you talking dirty, right?"

I was so naive.

Hanako's slanted eyes looked up at me, and she smiled strangely. "Is okay. You no worry. You just giveu to me and I takeu care of it. Okay?"

I was still a little uneasy, but I nodded, relaxing as she started to stroke me. Hanako's eyes widened when my flaccid dick started to stiffen at her ministrations. She covered her mouth in surprise. "Uso…You…ready again?"

"Well, maybe if we shower," I said.

"Okay, let'su go shower," Hanako giggled, her face flushed, her eyes bright.

We went into the master bathroom, where Hanako assured me there was no way Sato would brave the roads after the storm last night, so we could take our time enjoying ourselves. I was still a little hungover. Somehow Hanako was doing better than me – maybe she'd built up a tolerance during her party days as Hanako Mizuki?

In the shower stall with its gloriously hot, cleansing spray, Hanako enjoyed herself, playing with my big white dick, marveling at the size. She was so playful and curious as she batted at it like one of those fucking maneki cats.

"Mmm…What shouldu I do, Neisan-kun?" she asked, biting her lip. "It'su too big."

"You don't have to do anything," I laughed, a bit nervous.

"No, you are guesto," she protested, shaking her head. "I am your hostu-mother, Neisan-kun," she purred, looking up at me. "It isu my job to helpu you."

She got down on her knees, looking so sexy with her long black hair matted to her cheek and neck with water, shower spray running off her body in rivulets.

I gasped. "Whoa, Hanako, what are you-"

"Shhh," she interrupted. "This is Japanesu bath, Neisan-kun. Let me preaseu you."

The hot water was cascading over us as I watched as Hanako's soft, ample tits sway while she craned forward, her mouth opening to take the engorging head of my dick into her mouth.

I groaned in pleasure, watching her Asian lips wrap around the tip of my throbbing cock, her tongue flicking the underside. She started to suck.

"Oh my god," I moaned.

Hanako giggled around my cock, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at me. She reached out, grabbing the base, stroking and massaging me, her other hand fondling my balls. She was loving every minute of it, her eyes rolling up, her lips making lewd slurping sounds, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled my musk.

I put my hands on the shower wall and closed my eyes, groaning and panting. She was good, her technique practiced and expert, but it was the taboo, the knowledge that she was married, and the fact that I knew she was just desperate to please and have sex that really turned me on.

It didn't take long for me to start swelling.

Hanako sensed this, her mouth bobbing up and down on me, her breasts heaving, her cheeks sucking in. She wanted me to finish, but I wasn't going to do that.

I reached down to touch her head, and she understood, looking up and smiling with a giggle, her face flushed. Hanako stood and let me maneuver her by her hips to press up against the tiled wall, spreading her legs for me to penetrate her from behind.

"Oooh," my Japanese lover moaned, arching her back and putting her hands on the wall, her big ass grinding against me.

I cupped a creamy breast, fondling her as I pushed my hard dick between her soft cheeks, my cockhead sliding against her hot, wet slit.

"Pleaseu," Hanako pleaded. “Irete hoshiiii…”

I my other hand wrapped around her stomach, and I guided myself inside.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her eyes closing. "Ahhh..."

My swollen head parted Hanako’s slick folds and pushed into her silky-smooth pussy. Her cunt was slightly looser than before, but still squeezed and massaged me, coaxing me to slide ever deeper, to fill and stretch her little Japanese ex-idol cunt so completely.

"Mmm, you're so tight," I grunted, pressing against her back and pushing forward, my hands holding her soft hips, her Asian tits squishing against the wall.

"Unnhhh, aahhh," Hanako groaned, her face scrunched up in pleasure.

Her phone began to ring from the counter right outside the shower stall. I glanced up at it and saw it display the kanji for Sato's first name, Yoshio.

"It's Sato," I murmured, kissing her neck.

Hanako groaned, her body shaking and arching, her breasts flattening against the tile. "Aunn...I need answer...moment preasu..."

I stopped thrusting, and turned off the shower spray. I grabbed the phone, and handed it to her while keeping myself inside, moving lewdly like we were knotted together. Hanako answered, her voice strained, speaking quickly in Japanese.

I couldn't understand all her words, but I understood the tone. Her husband was checking in on her and wondering how she was after the big storm and the flooding in the area. I was still hard inside Hanako’s cunt and and pressed up against her. She was breathing heavy, trying to keep her composure.

Hanako kept talking. My greedy dick grew impatient and started moving inside her again, slowly, luxuriating in the feel.

"Ah," she groaned, her voice rising a pitch. "A… ie, daijobudesu, anata, sore hodo waruku wa arimasendeshita..." Hanako glared back at me helplessly.

I put my hands on her wide, shapely hips and started fucking her slowly, her sexy butt cheeks clapping against me.

"Wa d-daijobu, s-shinsui wa azuma hayamidesu...soko m-made hidokunakatta nodesuga…" Hanako stammered through her teeth as I pounded her more insistently.

"Ie, Neisan-chanto ganbatte iru tokorodesu. More...o-o shusei-chudesu... Ikanakereba narimasen...nnngh..." The phone clattered from her hand to the wet floor but she didn't seem to care.

"Hanako? Anata??" Sato's voice whined up from the speaker. "Kitto denpa ga warui ndarou na…"

"Ah! Aaahhhnnn!" Hanako moaned as the call ended.

I was fucking her hard and fast, the shower stall filled with the slapping sound of our bodies colliding, and the echoing of her high-pitched moans. We were overheating and I rested heavily against her for a moment to turn the spray of the shower back on.

"You're such a dirty slut," I hissed through my teeth, my dick talking as I pounded her. "Getting fucked by by your host-son while talking to your husband on the phone, huh?"

"Mnnnnnggh," Hanako groaned, arching and grinding her ass against me.

I spanked her, my hand cracking across her plump ass.

"AAIEeh! Ah! Neisan-kun…!" Hanako panted, her temple against the shower wall, her face contorted with need.

I started fucking her harder, my cock drilling her little Japanese cunt.

"You gonna have my white baby too?" I grunted, playing into her fantasy. "Gonna have your host-son's kid growing inside your belly?"

"Y-yes, ah, ungh, hafu baby, y-your baby," she whimpered, grunting, her ripe tits bouncing and clapping together. "Maybe I pregnantu already..." she said huskily.

"Oh fuck, oh god," I moaned, pounding her, the pleasure building.

"P-put your American hafu inside me, Neisan-kun," she urged, panting, her eyes wide. "I want us have beautiful daughter...Euhnnghh! B-become Idolru one day..."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I grunted.

"Yes, pleaseu," Hanako begged, her face scrunching up in pleasure, her voice a high-pitched whine. I pulled her long black hair and slammed into her as deep as I could as my orgasm overtook me.

"Ooouuuaaaahhh," Hanako cried out, cumming, her voice echoing so loudly.

"UUNNnghHH!" I groaned, pumping her full of cum, her pussy squeezing and sucking.

When we were done, Hanako collapsed against the shower wall.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried I'd been too rough.

Hanako turned, her face flushed, and nodded weakly. She reached up and stroked my cheek.

"Yesu, that was perfectu. Thank you, Neisan-kun. You are such good boy," she smiled. Hanako stood and I held her, our mouths meeting in a hungry kiss.

****

That's how it was over the next three months. Fall began to chill towards winter. Classes were enjoyable, and I made plenty more friends – my Japanese improved a lot too, but none of it really mattered when I had Hanako to come home to.

We fucked like animals every day under her husband's nose. We were careful, but we let down our guard as time went on, mating in every room of the house, even once in the backseat of Sato's ugly, stank-ass Fiat Panda. A few times when Hanako couldn't contain her lust and came to my room at night while her husband was still in the house, I could have sworn I saw a shape at the sliding screen door, watching. But if it was him, he never said anything, just let me cuck his hot, cheating Japanese wife. Hanako didn't seem to care, and over time seemed increasingly disdainful of him, even during their conversations, all while noticably warmer and more handsy with me. Sato didn't seem to notice; he just spent more time in his office shut away.

Hanako's fetish for impregnation only grew stronger, and I came to love it too. I stopped asking about protection or whether or not it was a safe day. Inexperienced and naive, I just trusted her. She was my first lover and I was completely infatuated, probably in love with her. We always fucked raw and I always came in her married, needy Asian pussy.

One night when Sato was out of the house in Kyoto for some training, Hanako called me into their bedroom after a particularly delicious meal. She was wearing a simple blue and white butterfly robe and a sultry, almost feline smile. She invited me into the dark room, illumination provided by a few sparsely placed scented candles.

"Tonight isu special night," Hanako purred as she stood in the center of the room to face me.

"Oh yeah?" I grinned.

My Japanese lover untied her robe and let it fall from her shoulders to pool at her feet. She looked stunning in the candlelight, her pale, creamy skin almost glowing, her long, straight jet black hair down. Hanako was cheekily wearing an American flag bikini top and bottom underneath for me, barely constraining breasts that had seemed to have grown larger, veinier and more engorged in the past few weeks. Her big nipples were hard and straining the material. Hanako’s bikini bottom was tiny, hugging the lips of her pussy, her wiry black pubic hair peeking out. In the flickering shadows of the low light, I could see that her sexy belly was a bit distended and swollen, her hips wider and curvier than our first night together. It'd been hard to tell under the baggy, loose kimonos she'd started to wear recently, and it had been easy to overlook since our sex was so active.

I still didn't get it.

"What's with the stars and stripes?" I grinned.

"For we American hafu baby," said with a bitten lip, putting her hands on her belly. "I am pregnantu."

"P…pregnant?" I balked, blinking in surprise.

"Yes," Hanako nodded, stroking her little bump, her dark slanted eyes holding mine. "Is yours."

"What…" I mumbled, taking a step back. Oh god. My entire world began to swim. I was going to be a father. Part of me was terrified. Part of me was strangely proud. But somehow I wasn’t that surprised. Somewhere, deep down, I knew. I’d known since that first night when she’d likely lied that it was safe. I didn’t care. My dick swelled immediately at her pregnant visage and her life-changing words, harder than it had ever been.

"Are you happy?" Hanako asked, her smile faltering, her expression uncertain.

"I-I mean, yeah," I said, shaking my head and regaining my senses. "Yeah, I am, Hanako."

Her smile returned and her eyes lit up. "Then I have present for you," she purred, voice becoming husky as she walked towards the bed. "For give me baby Sato cannot. Tonight I give you my ass. Anarusekkusu."

"Wow, really?" I said, blinking in surprise. Maybe I should have felt used, or entrapped, but Hanako was so unbelievably sexy…and now this? As I looked at her newly pregnant body, I felt my desire for her only grow. I’d impregnated her desperate Japanese wife pussy. She was truly mine now. It was so fucking hot.

Hanako knelt on the bed and pulled her tiny, star-studded bikini bottom down, baring her fat, round Asian ass, cheeks slightly spread. "Yes, Neisan-kun," she said, her voice trembling. "All for you, for good job, for giveu me daughter. Aishitemasu."

"Oh…" I breathed, watching her bend over to get on all fours, her pendulous, milk-bloated tits hanging heavy beneath her, long black hair cascading over her back in a way that looked almost animalistic.

I stepped closer and reached down, massaging Hanako’s fine, full peach of an ass.

"Mmm, yes, feel," she said, wiggling her butt. There was a pink jewel anal trainer plugged into her asshole, glinting in the low light. "I'm ready, I promiseu," Hanako whispered, glancing back at me, her voice trembling. She looked frightened but also so aroused.

I pulled the jeweled plug free and her rosebud was open and glistening.

"Haaa," Hanako moaned, reaching over for a bottle of lube to hand back to me. "Put on."

I grabbed my dick and rubbed the head up and down her crack, testing my swollen head against her puckered anus.

"Ah," she gasped, her voice tense. "Nathan-kun...be gentle. You are very very bigu."

"I will," I assured her, popping the lube and pouring a generous amount on my throbbing dick and on her hole.

"Ah, little cold," she squeaked, her anus contracting.

"Sorry," I said.

I pushed, and her rosebud pouted open, taking my head slow and thick.

"Aaahn," Hanako groaned.

"Fuck," I grunted, her tight, smooth anus gripping me, squeezing and coaxing.

"Yukkuri yukkuri…" she breathed, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open. “Go slowly…”

I gripped Hanako’s hips and pulled her back, sliding my huge dick deep, deeper, and then all the way inside. The anal expander had done good work. I wonder how long she'd secretly stretched her ass for this moment for it to go in with such profane, easy smoothness. It was such a subservient, romantic, filthy gift.

"Auuunhhhh-hhhh-hhhhh…" she groaned long and loud, her breath shaky.

"Oh fuck," I panted, the pleasure intense.

Hanako was breathing hard, her anus squeezing me so incredibly tight.

"Okay," she nodded.

I pulled back through her canal and started fucking her.

"Mmm!" Hanako moaned, her eyes fluttering. "Ooooouuh!" Hanako was moaning and pushing her pregnant ass back to meet my thrusts. I spanked her firmly.

"Yes! Ah!" Hanako cried out. "You likeu my ass?"

I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, our bodies smacking together. "S-so fuckin good..."

"Ahhh! Aha! Nngggh!" Hanako moaned.

I reached around and squeezed a breast, mauling it, and she leaned forward and put her hands on the wall, arching her pale, feminine back and offering herself to me.

"Oooh! Ooouuuhh!" she moaned, her fattened, heavy teats swinging and slapping together.

"Ungh, you're so hot," I grunted, pounding her ass. "Now you got your wish, you're fucking pregnant."

"Yesss," she hissed. "I love haveu you baby. You are so bigu, so strongu, real American man, make me…Ungh…pregnantu! Ahhhh!"

I slapped her rear again and pulled her hair rougly, her needy cunt dripping as I pounded her ass.

"You're a fucking Japanese slut," I spat, grunting and fucking her.

"Ahh, yes, I am Japanesu slut, ungh, for American man, ahh, yes, fuck, yes, fuck, fuuuuck," she cried out, her body quivering, her anus gripping me.

I slapped her ass and kept fucking her.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I grunted.

"Yes," she cried. "O shiri ni naka-dashi!"

"Ahh, ungh," I grunted, thrusting, and the pleasure burst.

"Auuuunnh!" Hanako cried out as her orgasm crashed.

I shot a thick load inside her tight anus, and she moaned, cumming, her juices gushing and dribbling as I filled her wanton little rectum.

We collapsed together, breathing hard.

"Holy shit," I panted, spent.

"Yess, holy shitu," Hanako agreed, looking back at me, her cheeks ruddy, forehead beaded with sweat. Her lips quirked in a sated smile.

"That was incredible," I told her.

Hanako pulled away and we fell together, kissing passionately, her naked, freshly pregnant body pressed against me. As we lay back together on the futon she shared with Sato, I trailed my fingers over the slightly rounded curve of her pale stomach.

"Your belly is really starting to grow," I commented, grinning. It was terrifying to me, but so fucking hot.

"Sou, sou," Hanako nodded with motherly pride, her dark eyes warm and happy, hair mussed and her face ruddy.

"When will it be?"

"Mm," she hummed, doing the math, her brow creasing. "Beginning April, probably."

"So we still have a few more months."

"Yesu, a little while. We will needu to be even more careful."

"Yeah," I agreed, caressing her swollen belly and marveling at it. "What will we do? I'm not sure something like this works in Japan."

Would she divorce Sato? Would she convince him it was his? Would she run away with me or something? I was really aroused but also still pretty freaked out deep down.

"Will be okay," she assured me, stroking my cheek. "Trust me."

"I do," I nodded, gazing into her slanted dark eyes.

"Good," Hanako purred, her lips quirking in a sultry smile. "Then we justu enjoy our time togetheser while our daughter grow insideu me."

I nodded and kissed her, my heart swelling, and I fell a little more in love with her. I was a long way from Wisconsin, my days dreamlike and filled with exotic sex with a gorgeous Japanese ex-Idol.

My Hanako Mizuki.