text: Rosamund's hair lay spread on Midori's flat brown belly. Their fingers were entwined while the others slumbered on. There was the sound of stealthy movement in the room. Two silent figures rose and cautiously stalked around the group of huddled sleepers. Tatsunoyama's snores hid the quiet sounds of their passing. Feigning sleep, Rosamund was not surprised to see that the figures were those of the twins, Lady One and Lady Two. Their faces were set, and their eyes glared.
  
  Rosamund's chain and Midori's pilgrim's staff lashed out together. The chain wrapped itself around Lady One's leg and brought her down with a crash. Midori's staff smacked into Lady Two's exposed rump with a sound that brought Jiro and Goemon to their feet, weapons in hand. Tatsunoyama snuffled and grunted, coming awake in his own good time.
  
  They sat around the two miscreants, Jiro giving mighty yawns. Tatsunoyama was furious. He harangued his charges, slapping exposed portions of their anatomy freely. Okiku noted with amusement that none of the blows were as powerful as those he had landed during the fight. The twins scowled and yowled occasionally, but it was clear they expected the treatment—and worse.
  
  "How can I apologize, Mr. Miura? Their behavior is inexcusable." The wrestler was almost incoherent with fury. "I shall give them to you to dispose of. Kill them if you choose."
  
  "Why are they trying to kill Jiro?" Rosamund intervened in the harangue.
  
  "Yes, why?" The sumo wrestler glared at them.
  
  "He killed our master!"
  
  Rosamund, Okiku, and Goemon exchanged glances. They too had participated in that killing, when the twins' master, Lord Matsudaira, had conspired to unseat the Shogun, effective ruler of all the Japans. The twins evidently did not know that, though they remembered Jiro's face.
  
  Okiku was looking at her companions while the debate about the girls' future was going on, Tatsunoyama insisting on handing them over to Jiro, the latter refusing to dispose of them. Rosamund and Midori, she noted, were both flushed. The blonde's disarray indicated more than the normal dishabille of sleep. An idea struck her. It arose, she knew, not from her head, but from her emotions.
  
  "I have an idea," she cut into the conversation. Heads turned in her direction. Jiro and Goemon looked at her sideways, like shy horses. Both knew her powers of invention, and the silky tone she was using meant an interesting, if exhausting time for them.
  
  "Tatsunoyama-zeki, why don't you turn them over to Jiro? Since he does not want to kill them, let him exhaust them in punishment instead." She slid a hand up the nearest twin's smooth calf, avoiding the half-hearted kick aimed at her. She flipped the actor's short robe aside, uncovering the downy expanse of her cunt.
  
  Tatsunoyama leaned back and considered. He smiled broadly. "That may indeed be their problem. You see, they have not felt the weight of a man on them for some time now." He grinned. "I am not exactly built for that, and they may be getting above themselves simply because they are above me some of the time." He laughed at his joke.
  
  "How about it, Master Jiro? Do you think you can exhaust them into submission? I tell you what—let Master Goemon assist you."
  
  Goemon licked his lips in agreement.
  
  Sullenly the twins submitted to being stripped. They were alike in every detail, Okiku noted. Their skin was smooth and brown, and their elfin faces showed identical scowls.
  
  Jiro was clearly embarrassed, but Okiku was not to be put off. She squatted between the two twins and examined their figures curiously. As far as she could determine, there was not a point of difference between the two. She laid a palm on either flat belly and stroked downwards. The twins kept their legs stubbornly closed. She pulled at the black smooth hairs that rimmed the bottom of their bellies, and they merely scowled at her.
  
  "Open your legs!" she said pleasantly.
  
  They clenched them still tighter, their looks becoming murderous.
  
  "Open your legs," roared Tatsunoyama in his hoarse voice. They obeyed with alacrity. "Do whatever she tells you to! Do you understand me!"
  
  "Yes!" they chorused in unison.
  
  Okiku fingered their smooth, tight cunts. Both were dry, intent on not participating. She smiled at them, then jabbed her fingers in to the knuckles. The twins grimaced with pain but merely tightened the muscles of their inner channels.
  
  "I think you will like them," said Okiku cheerfully to her men. "They're almost as tight as virgins."
  
  Tatsunoyama laughed. "Maybe I do not use them enough, eh?"
  
  Goemon merely licked his lips. Rosamund looked on with interest. The entertainments Okiku put on were always interesting and innovative.
  
  Okiku rubbed her palms against the twins' soft mounds, one finger still in each cunt. Gradually, against their will, the walls of their cunts responded to the treatment and their insides turned slick with their interior moisture.
  
  "Will they obey all my commands?" Okiku asked sweetly.
  
  "They will do anything you command!" said Tatsunoyama forcefully. His tone softened somewhat. "They are, for all their faults, extremely obedient."
  
  Okiku turned to Goemon and Jiro while she laughed lightly. "You poor things. You've had to make do with us alone for so long. Come here."
  
  Obediently, as if hypnotized, the two men positioned themselves between the spread legs of the twins. Okiku exposed both erect cocks, Jiro's tremendous one and Goemon's which was no shorter, though it was thinner. She shook them in the air, offering the prone twins a full view of the stubby branches that were soon to be inserted in their soft bodies. Then Okiku guided both staves home, stopping only when the two tips came into contact with the two delicate pairs of lips, framed so pleasingly in black hair. She rubbed the tips up and down the length of the girls' cunts, spreading the lips ever so slightly, lingering over the clitorises, dipping them slightly in the direction of the clenched anuses. Then, with much delight, she gradually led both cocks into the waiting bodies. The two fleshy swords gradually sank out of sight.
  
  Rosamund was charmed by the picture. The two slim figures of the women, alike as mirror images, lying flat on their backs, and the contrasting figures of the men. Between them a guiding woman, who obviously enjoyed her work. The two men started to work away with a will. Their hands clutched the two asses beneath them and then started moving over the captive figures. The twins were soon gasping, their legs contracting around the muscular figures covering them, whether from the weight or from real enjoyment. The men too were soon reaching a climax, as could be seen from the rapid oscillation of their buttocks and the strain that showed in their faces.
  
  "Stop!" Okiku's imperious command was not immediately obeyed, but two strong slaps to the men's backs slowed their motion.
  
  "Change!" she ordered. Goemon looked at her uncomprehendingly for a moment; then a grin split his face. He pulled his slimy cock from Lady One's sopping cunt and nudged his friend. The giant withdrew too, trailing a streak of froth. The two men changed places and recommenced.
  
  Rosamund could not restrain herself. "Is there any difference?" she asked Jiro, who was closer to her.
  
  The young samurai was too dazed to answer. He mumbled something and returned to sucking the supine girl's nipple. She moaned and her head thrashed from side to side. Lady Two was as deeply sunk into a trance as her sister. Her face was as contorted, her hands and heels clutching at Goemon's back, kneading the muscles, pulling more and more of the delightful morsel into her.
  
  "It's time to play kemari," Okiku announced. Satsuki looked at her in surprise. Kemari was a court game in which a ball was kicked from point to point within a courtyard garden while the players recited verses appropriate for the season and the garden. This was hardly the place or the season, and in any case, the only balls were firmly attached to the men.
  
  Okiku laughed at their puzzlement. "In court kemari, the ports are immobile while the ball is kicked from one corner to another, not being allowed to fall to the ground. In my kemari, the balls will be stationary while the players will rotate." She stood up and stripped, motioning Rosamund to do the same. They stood there for a moment, allowing their audience to admire their beauty. Even Jiro and Goemon, used to the sight, paused at their efforts. The twins looked on, a look of envy in their eyes. Both women were impressive. Okiku's figure was smooth and without blemish. The heart-shaped fur of her pussy complemented her slim figure and her delicately shaped breasts. Long black hair fell past her shoulders. She ran her hands suggestively over her body, cupping her breasts for a moment, then slipping a finger momentarily between the delicate lips of her cunt.
  
  Rosamund was no less beautiful, though a complete contrast. Her figure was lush and full, and the golden hair at the juncture of her legs fluffed out provocatively, setting off the pale alabaster of her thighs, the bold pink of the slit between her legs, and her prominent nipples. Her breasts were full and stood proudly away from her chest. They trembled as she strode forward to stand before her friend. They knelt together over the twins' faces, and the two miscreants, knowing what was expected of them, began licking the two expectant cunts lustfully. Rosamund and Okiku sighed happily and settled deeply onto the twins' faces.
  
  Goemon and Jiro resumed their labors, pausing now and then to touch or tongue either of the girls before them. Goemon promptly leaned forward as far as he could and shared the task of laving Okiku's cunt with his twin, stealing delicious licks of the busy tongue at the same time.
  
  The treatment soon brought all participants near a climax. Okiku, alert for the signs, promptly stopped them. She rose and pushed Rosamund from her position on Lady One's face. Rosamund, seeing the game, dispossessed Jiro of his place, and Jiro pushed Goemon. The latter found himself kneeling before Lady Two's head. Gingerly he inserted his long, thin prick into the twin's mouth, forcing her neck back to accommodate him. His cock slid into her mouth with ease, somewhat to his surprise, but rather than biting it, she wrapped the length of the shaft with her tongue, then closed her lips gently around it. He was soon pumping wildly into her, anxious to relieve himself of the pressure growing in his balls before Okiku could remove him from the sweet, hot furnace of the girl's mouth. His hand shared Lady Two's breasts with Jiro, and he leaned to one side and bit Rosamund forcefully on her shoulder. His consort screeched her delight.
  
  Okiku spread Lady One's thighs farther, then spread herself so that one of her thighs lay under the supine girl's upper thigh, the other over her belly. She pushed forward until their hairs and lips meshed. Rubbing herself back and forth feverishly, she experienced the indescribable thrill of their slick lips sliding together. She continued for a while, lost completely in her pleasure, then focused on Rosamund, who was riding Lady One's face with abandon, squeezing Goemon's face into her bobbling tits the entire while. With a suppleness possible only to one who had exercised her body since childhood, Okiku doubled her body and joined her lips to those of Lady One. Together they licked Rosamund on.
  
  Tatsunoyama regarded all the foregoing activity with impassive bemusement. His mask of impassivity was starting to slip, however. He wet his lips with his tongue and opened the front of his robe. The bulge in the robe was very apparent. Satsuki, who had enjoyed the show so far, returned immediately to her professional and personal courtesy.
  
  "Tatsunoyama-zeki, pray forgive me for not offering myself immediately, but I imagined you would wish to regale your eyes before anything else—is that not so?" She bowed to him a second and then motioned to Midori. Together the two rapidly stripped the massive wrestler. To the undiscerning eye, Satsuki thought, the wrestler might appear monstrous. His belly was a massive dome overshadowing his erect prick, which was bent almost forward under the shelving. His hams were as thick as logs, his hands the size of shovels. And yet, she noted, he sat fully erect, and his shoulders were firm, smooth, and broad. His belly, far from sagging with fat, was a mountain of muscle. She contemplated him for a moment, while Midori crouched before his belly and delicately sucked his cock into her mouth. He regarded the crouched figure before him benevolently, his huge palms resting lightly on her back.
  
  Satsuki smiled at him. He was the best possible customer, expecting her to arrange his pleasure to the best possible advantage. She rose and helped him recline on his back. His flexibility was such that he could do so without moving his legs and disturbing Midori, who continued suckling at his aroused manhood. Satsuki opened his robe and exposed herself to his gaze. She stood so for a time while he minutely examined her figure. Just before she judged the sight was about to pall, she moved from his view. She crouched over him, lightly teasing the muscles of his belly until they quivered with anticipation; then Midori guided her down onto the waiting shaft.
  
  She did not have Rosamund's control of her inner muscles, but she was very accomplished nonetheless. First she glided up and down the extended shaft, the panting and sighing from the others in the room lending cadence to her moves. The tempo increased, then changed as she ground her ass onto his prick, then contracted herself forcefully around the base of the shaft. Midori was leaning over him, nibbling the massive muscles of his chest, stroking his arms and belly, her light fine hair tickling his skin to a climax. He came almost without moving his body, and Satsuki supplied the necessary movement, urging him on with wild gyrations of her hips. He grunted happily as he felt the last of his sperm gush out and fill her cavern. She rose slightly to change her position, and instructed Midori to place cushions behind his back so he could see as well as feel.
  
  Okiku signalled another change in the ballgame. This time she straddled Lady Two, then lowered her ass so that her cunt lips barely kissed the other girl's. Slowly, then with increasing tempo, she slid the lips together in an extended kiss. Lady Two welcomed the delicate touch. Her mouth was extended fully by Jiro's gigantic cock. She sucked as best she was able but finally found the solution in relaxing her mouth and allowing him to fuck as he would. Mindful of his size, Jiro inserted only the broad head of his member. Touched by his gentleness, notwithstanding the enmity between them, she found herself lightly cupping his massive balls, stroking the length of the shaft that could not enter her.
  
  Goemon positioned himself over Lady One's face. He looked down at the inverted woman, and a new fancy struck him. He gathered her small tits together, squeezing them delicately. Then he leaned forward and placed his sopping penis in the channel between the two breasts. The sensation was nothing like that supplied by Rosamund's. The blonde looked on approvingly.
  
  Rosamund was not as flexible as Okiku. Rather than try to emulate her friend, she stretched out on Lady One's body. She engulfed Goemon's prick with her bright red lips, and her tongue caressed the length of the shaft until the tip touched her uvula. Her head bobbed up and down as Goemon fucked slowly through the channel of Lady One's breasts and into his mistress's mouth and throat. As he moved he felt the young woman lying under him surrender completely to the discipline imposed by her wrestler. Diffidently, almost shyly, Lady One began licking his balls as they passed above her mouth.
  
  Satsuki sank deeply onto Tatsunoyama's cock. Her ass rested comfortably against the bulk of his belly, and she luxuriated in the feeling for a brief moment. He was indeed as pleasurable as she had thought. Then she raised her ass slightly and bowed forward, knowing how charming a picture her upturned ass showed to his eyes. He slid his hands in appreciation down the perfect half globes, lingered for a brief moment on the tiny pursed bud of her anus, then briefly stroked the forest of damp hairs lower down. Midori knelt before them, parted Satsuki's legs, and laved the length of his shaft and her slit as the strong male member briefly appeared, then hid again. The six on the floor before them continued obliviously towards a climax, while the two professionals slowly and surely reached the expected outcome of their pleasure while watching amateurs perform.