Formosa Love

From the story "Seven Years" --- As he walked in the door, precisely at 6:30 P.M., his wife was there and, appropriately enough, taking a shower.The Kai family had an enormously large window built in the wall between the bedroom and the bathroom, just like one sees in some of the finer Taiwanese resort hotels. Kenji noticed, the curtain was drawn back. He could see Atsuko naked from the hips up, with her shower cap on, using the hand shower apparatus to water herself down all over. The window frame captured her like a live, beautiful work of art or, alternatively, a steamy erotic movie. Kenji figured he was in for a treat, and immediately laid himself back on the bed with his head propped up on a pillow, to watch.His wife moved the hose around her slender and perfectly proportioned upper body. Under the water's flow her nipples pointed up like tiny turrets. The soap bubbled around the curves and crevices of her femininity, seemingly accentuating the delicateness of her form and inviting caresses. The matronly breasts still maintained their fullness and beauty, (Atsuko had given birth to two children), but hung a little lower. Kenji wanted to kiss each nipple and lick around its areola - the way a hungry, starving boy licks all around his plate. Indeed, exposed to the room's soft light, with dark nipples that hardened before Kenji's eyes, her resplendent breasts were, in his mind, inviting saucers of milk.Soft, vulnerable and fully exposed under the shower's light, the woman began to make Kenji thirst for her. Atsuko's skin was smooth and shiny from the flow of the running water. With one foot up on a small stool, and legs spread apart, water ran from the hose and dribbled off her thigh, and to the floor of the shower.She reached down. With her back toward Kenji, Atsuko soaped up her vaginal corridor, her belly, breasts, and then rinsed. Bending slightly forward, and looking down, she used the hand shower's warm even flow on her clitoris. Kenji could see that the hose made his wife feel a deeply arousing sensation, down below, as steam rose around the shower and began to fog up the window. Before long, she cast her face up, looking at the bathroom's ceiling and slowly closing her eyes, as if now feeling the full force of the hose on her private part.Kenji had witnessed enough. He pulled off all his clothes and headed for the shower . . . From the story "Wounded Child" --- Alas, once again, while walking along one of the narrow paths down to the beach, Rosie's thoughts pathologically returned to meat men and sausages. She imagined her man's handle flopping around in his pants. Rosie started to get really hungry. She hadn't eaten all day. The only food the hikers had brought was in cans, which would have to be opened and cooked on the campfire, in the evening. Some potatoes, buttery carrots, canned fish, and a little meat, she thought, would taste just grand. Of course, Rosie had brought along a few sausages.Well, finally, nighttime rolled in. They reach a lush, flat-bottomed valley near a village. Rather than travel all the way back to the city the campers decided to quietly set up for an overnight stay. They had a gas-stove dinner, and ate the buttery canned carrots. Rosie roasted the sausages over the stove.Sitting with the group of campers, she took a piece of hot meat between her chopsticks, and held it up to her lips. After blowing on it for a while (to cool it off), she put her nose very close to the end of the link, and inhaled. The spicy scent of pork and grease aroused something deep within her psyche, almost a kind of flashback. In another moment, though, it was gone.She chewed a little on the end of it and licked with the tip of her tongue up and down the casing. By now it had cooled off enough so that she no longer needed the chopsticks. Rosie coiled her fingers around the long link, and held it directly before her nose, tongue, and lips - looking at, even kissing, the end of the warmed piece. She placed her other hand below the link as if she were titillating a bag, or something at the base of the link.Then Rosie pushed the link slowly down her throat - inch by inch. She pursed her lips over the meaty thick end of the sausage that, incidentally, had busted open as it toasted. She moved her lips up and around it, then pushed it in a little father, whirled her eyes up and then closed them --- as if she were experiencing great delight.Each few seconds, she pushed the sausage in just a little bit more, giving the other hiker a sideshow about how exactly to handle such a whopping stick of hot pork. When she got it all the way in, she pulled it out again. Then, in again. Out again, on and on . . . Finally, after a long while going back and forth, and up and down, Rosie bit the sausage in half, and swallowed both pieces. It happened so abruptly that one hiker got bit frightened. The show ended and everyone retired to the tents. From the story, "Mah Jong" --- She collapsed from the force of her orgasm as the side of her face lay flat on the floor, then she rolled on to her stomach, exposing the tiny Mah Jong scar on her rear. She yelled, "Oh god, Mah Jong!" Thump, thump! At about the same moment the four women performed a "kong" of orgasms. First, as just described, it was Yao Ma. Then, Wendy and Molly simultaneously screamed and squirmed. They contorted their hips and limbs as if something had locked itself up inside the women's bodies. By now, the gigolos' dicks were steel-hardened girders, jousting and punching ways in, and working a free regimen with the two women's tightly forged grottos. Frankly, the woman had nothing left with which to resist. Each one spread her legs as wide as possible, to create a bigger chasm for the seemingly invisible and sensuous hand that she felt probing in her orifice and fisting its way up, working around, reaching for something, and then pulling out. Whatever it was inside, the thing desperately tried to hitch a ride out of the body every time the ephemeral paw moved in, and then out.Suddenly, there was a loud coordinated sigh and it was finally, forced out. Feeling a deep sense of release, the two women lay there spread-eagled - with the guys' sauce dripping out of them. They were little more than limp, bony, and empty bags. Their mouths were open, heads to one side, and chests expanding and contracting in triple bellows shakes.At last, Jennie turned over her chips. She shook her thighs and made a very painful expression as she briefly held her breath, then exhaled all the way out. Her breasts lowered in a trough then raised up. They crashed down again as horny cravings rush from her body in a comparatively low key, yet powerful orgasm. The gigolo pulled out and sprayed her with mayonnaise.