text: A warm, soft body laid itself down by Jiro's side. She slid a hand down his body and whispered, "Are you awake?"
  
  He responded by reaching for her. They felt one another in silence for a while. Her tits were small and firm, their nipples erect.
  
  "I need it so badly, Mr. Samurai—I hope you won't mind. I watch my mother from the loft, and... you know, I have to amuse myself. The young men... I like them, but of course they are from the village and one of them will marry me, so they can't... they can't..."
  
  Jiro stroked her shoulder. "I understand." The peasants, he thought, were not proper people. Some expected their women not to have sex before marriage, but in another village they might demand it, and in still others they did not marry at all but mated when lust overtook them. What mean people they were.
  
  Her stroking hand reached the length of his penis, which was squeezed between them, and she gasped as she became conscious of the reality of its size. He stroked the insides of her thighs. The long beard that lay between them was moist with dew. He could tell she had been playing with herself, from the slick state of her fingertips. He fingered the fleshy tip of her small clit for a second. She squirmed against him, her mound pushing roughly into his palm. Her efforts at his staff grew frantic and rough. She jerked at the honey pole urgently and was rewarded with a drop of moisture as his weapon cleared its throat.
  
  He lowered his head to kiss her nipple, proudly erect in the dark, but she moaned, "No, no," deep in her throat and pushed his head away. She rolled back onto the hay, spreading her legs as wide as she could. "Please, now, now!" she demanded feverishly.
  
  He knelt between her legs, looking down for a moment at the picture they made in the dimness. Her pale body was spread in an inviting Y, a dark patch at the juncture of her legs. His massive balls hung down, pulling him by their weight, while his pole projected aggressively forward.
  
  She looked at his face for a moment; then her eyes followed his. The thick end of his pole was pointing her way. She wondered perversely what it would feel like in her mouth, on her tits, then drove such unnatural thoughts from her mind. Impatiently she reached for the source of her pleasure. He lowered his body, and the tip of his pole poised at the hungry entrance to her cunt. She arched her body upwards and pulled ferociously at his buttocks. He came down heavily upon her waiting body. There was a momentary resistance and a gasp from her, and Jiro knew she had been a virgin. Then her arms and legs clamped hard around him and her teeth bit into his shoulder.
  
  He thrust his way well up her lubricated channel, and she grunted at the feeling and the weight. He started a back-and-forth movement, and she held on to his body grimly. He dug his hands through the hay and clutched her firm buttocks. She squirmed in his grasp, but her grip did not slacken. It was obviously up to him to move for both of them, and he set to work with a will. Her channel was tight enough so that every thrust was an effort as she clung to him like a dead weight. Annoyed, Jiro started pummelling her with his cock in earnest. The full weight of his erect penis smashed into her, her hips bruised by the weight of his loins. She began a snorting, stertorous breathing, and he paused, afraid that his violence was killing her. Her hands clamped onto the muscles of his back, then shifted to his ass and dug in, urging him on.
  
  The urgent movement was too much for Jiro. He let himself go completely, pounding into the girl's passive body. At last she began to respond, her hips matching his movements. She threw her head back, and he could see the whites of her eyes and the dark cave of her mouth. He forced his tongue into her mouth, and she barely responded at first, then began to suck at his mobile upper cock with enthusiasm. They twisted wildly in the sweet-smelling grass until Jiro felt his balls twitch in violent orgasm. Streams of sperm jetted out and flooded her hot interior. She responded with an orgasm of her own, as she imagined his cock filling every orifice she had.
  
  She relaxed her grip and smiled at him in the dark.
  
  "That was very good, Mr. Samurai. It was wonderful. It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Now I know what it is to be married. I must be married very soon."
  
  He smiled in the dark. "There is more to marriage then that. Perhaps I should teach you other things, too..."
  
  "Oh no—I am only a peasant girl. This will do very nicely."
  
  "But there are many other things men and women can learn to do," he protested halfheartedly.
  
  "I know, Mr. Samurai—I have seen my mother through the crack here, many times. But I had rather learn them from my husband. Otherwise he will think I was not a good girl."
  
  Jiro shook his head in disbelief.
  
  She left him as the sounds of the young men's goodbyes came through the wall. Jiro lay back and prepared for sleep. His cock was pleasantly flaccid on his thigh. He wondered what his friends were doing, back in Miyako. Unconsciously his hand stroked his manhood, playing with it and jerking it from side to side. In a little while, he knew, he would be wondering where Etsu had gone. Since she was unavailable, he thought philosophically, he had better stop playing with himself and go to sleep.
  
  The hatch above his head opened, and a whisper came to him.
  
  "Mr. Samurai? Are you awake?"
  
  He grunted assent.
  
  "I just wanted to check that you were comfortable. Can I get you something?" The widow slipped into the loft, unable to see him in the dark. Inadvertently she trod on his outstretched hand. In trying to avoid hurting him, she stumbled and fell onto his broad chest. "I am sorry, terribly sorry!"
  
  Her body was warm, soft—and completely naked. She held on to him as if to get her breath back. Jiro leisurely ran a hand down her back and between her buttocks. Her hairs were damp from a washing, and he recalled having heard the sound of sluicing water. She shivered at his touch. His other hand ran down her front, lingering on each tit and its erect nipple. He held her bush with a flat palm, then hoisted her easily over his body. She squealed; then her hands searched out his erect pole.
  
  "Ah, it's wonderfully big!" she breathed. She tried to roll over, bringing Jiro to cover her, but he resisted. He parted her legs, then raised her in the air. The tip of his prick tickled the hairs of her pussy, and she breathed heavily. Fucking for her had been a natural thing, with no artifice. Jiro had experienced experts, and he knew the game of love as none of her previous men had. He teased her crack for a long time, the tip of his cock penetrating her gently then withdrawing. She struggled in his arms, anxious for the morsel of flesh that she knew would spell relief for her demanding cunt. He delayed some more, his mouth seeking out her nipples in turn.
  
  For a moment he poised her unmoving over his cock, then suddenly brought her down the length of his shaft until their hairs mingled. She squealed with delight and grunted as her soft, warm, lubricious interior gripped him. To prolong the pleasure he raised her again until only the tip was left in her. She struggled to lower herself again, her hair and nipples brushing his massive chest. At last he surrendered to her demands, and she straddled him with her muscular thighs, his cock stuffing her belly. She rode him wildly, as if untired by the effort of eight muscular men she had been mounted by before. This time she was mounting the man, and the newness of the sensation removed all her tiredness. She experimented boldly, riding high with her back arched and head thrown back, then crouching over him at full length. At times he encouraged her to grind her hips deeply onto him, and she squealed again at the sensation.
  
  His finger slipped behind her buttocks, and she raised her ass slightly as he slid it along her juicy lips. Then, finger moistened, he tickled the brown bud of her asshole. She rode him more wildly for that, driving his cock deeply into her until she could not contain her fury. Her cunt exploded with spasms of passion, her thighs clenched his, and she lowered her head to bite painfully at his chest.
  
  Jiro raised himself on his shoulders and heels and drove into her as she forced herself downwards. Her insides were flooded for the ninth time that night as he spurted a diminished load of sperm into her cunt. She lay on him for a while as he played with her ass and stroked her back. Then, still without a word, she rose from the loft and departed to her pallet.
  
  Jiro fell into a deep sleep.