text: The inn was not sumptuous, but adequate rooms were provided for rich travellers and samurai, their retainers, and their women. It was common to see even high-class nobles travel on pilgrimages in the summer, and Matsudaira Konnosuke's retinue, travelling badgeless, aroused no comment. Goemon, Okiku, and Rosamund made themselves comfortable in a suite of rooms overlooking an interior garden.
  
  Night fell. They dined on a stew of mountain vegetables, taro, and loach cooked in cheesy bean curd. A young maid served them. She was a small thing with an unusually large bust. As she bent over, the front of her robe would part, revealing enormous globes that almost, but not quite, rivalled Rosamund's own.
  
  She left after asking them if there was anything else they needed. Rosamund followed Goemon's thoughtful gaze as the maid left the room, and her bare foot nudged Okiku. Okiku grinned in agreement and looked at Goemon maliciously. An idea took shape in her mind, and she smiled at her friend and raised an eyebrow. Then something else attracted her attention. Casually she gathered her feet under her and tapped her rice bowl with her chopsticks. Goemon shifted slightly on his seat, holding his bowl loosely in his left hand. Okiku's hand flipped back over her shoulder with a long dagger held ready. Goemon held the rice bowl for throwing as a quoit.
  
  "Pardon me for disturbing you, Lord Matsudaira," a polite voice said from the veranda. There was something familiar about it, but Goemon cold not pin it down.
  
  "May I?" asked the invisible owner of the voice.
  
  Not to be outdone, Goemon first took another mouthful of rice. "Please do," he said.
  
  There was a step and an armed figure, dressed in black from head to foot, bowed to them on one knee from the veranda.
  
  "Hanzo!" breathed Okiku.
  
  Hattori Hanzo, the shogun's spymaster, bowed in acknowledgement. "I have a message."
  
  There was only one possible source for that message. Matsudaira Konnosuke, in the usual course of things Governor of Miyako, when occasion demanded an onmitsu, a private agent of the Shogun, bowed in respect.
  
  "There is a rumor of unrest among the people. The yamabushi, some of them at least, are following a new leader. He claims descent from En-no-Gyoja, or worse. Such could upset the current delicate situation."
  
  Goemon nodded thoughtfully. He knew what it meant. In the south, Christianity, fomented by Spain, was making headway notwithstanding edicts against it. In the center of the country a populist religious movement such as that of En-no-Gyoja, founder of the yamabushi order several hundred years before, could have grave consequences for the peace of a country which had been riven by civil war for the preceding hundred years.
  
  "You must investigate, if possible terminate, and report."
  
  "This may accord well with something we have heard. One of us is currently investigating... Do you have any other information?" demanded Goemon.
  
  "There is to be a great meeting of his followers in the Yoshino mountains. We hesitate to arrest him. It would definitely cause more unrest. The leaders of the Tozan-ha and the Hozan-ha, the two main divisions of the yamabushi, support us, and this new leader will not be permitted to go to the Summer Peak rituals with them, but he will be advancing on his own, perhaps from Mount Koya." The black-clad man bowed in farewell, then in a less formal tone added, "I am glad to see, Lord Matsudaira, that you are keeping a close eye on your prisoner." He bowed again and was gone.
  
  "Could Jiro be somehow aware of this? I wonder," Goemon said thoughtfully. "I wish the big man would let us know where he is. And what he is doing. In any case I should not be too late in my return."
  
  "To return to the matter at hand?" Okiku said, as if continuing an interrupted sentence.
  
  "Yes, indeed," said Rosamund. "You were interested in that little big-boobed maid, weren't you, Goemon?"
  
  He smiled. "They were not a patch of yours, my dear, but quite adequate."
  
  "If we weren't here you'd bed her immediately, wouldn't you?" queried Okiku maliciously.
  
  He entered into the spirit of the game. "Of course I would. I'm entitled to such pleasures as are necessary to my well-being."
  
  "How would you do it? After all, you wouldn't beg such a chit, would you? Like you beg me sometimes?" Rosamund leaned forward, her eyes bright. She moved her shoulders suggestively, and her full breasts swayed under the light material of the robe she had put on after her bath.
  
  "Of course not!" The very idea seemed to shock him, and both girls giggled lightly. "I'd order her here and have my way with her!" "Nonsense!" snorted Okiku. "She'd lodge a complaint against you. You're not the lord of this demesne."
  
  "True," Goemon winked, "but I have influence... Besides," he added in a serious tone, "do you really believe a serving maid at a public inn would complain about being played with by a high-ranking samurai, even if she were not ready for it?"
  
  Okiku nodded. "It's true. Most commoners would fear to report or complain, even if the law were on their side. The richer a man is, the more the law is on his side."
  
  "That's not what I meant!" Goemon cried indignantly. "The law is upheld for all regardless. I am a magistrate, and I tell you that. I meant she would be pleased nonetheless, because of the chance of favor..."
  
  "No matter," Rosamund said, seeing the cynical look on Okiku's face. "I want you to do it!"
  
  "Do what?" Goemon had lost the thread of the argument.
  
  "I want Matsudaira Konnosuke to call for the young maid with the fat tits, order her to lie on her back, and mount her, you oaf. We, of course, will stay here to see that your comfort is provided for."
  
  Goemon looked at her doubtfully. He rubbed his shaven pate and looked at his mistress out of the corner of his eye. "Pardon me for asking, Lady Rose, but what do you get out of it?" he asked suspiciously while bowing with exaggerated politeness. He knew that Rosamund was indefatigable in search of her pleasure, and though she was prepared to share him with her friends, that was on a reciprocal basis. In addition, Okiku seemed to be in cahoots with the blonde, and from experience he knew that the dark girl's manipulations could be painful at times.
  
  Rosamund bowed just as politely. "Why, master, to ensure your pleasure, what else?" she asked sweetly. At her side Okiku bowed politely too, though she could not hide the glint of a smile. "You couldn't possibly fear such a suggestion?" Rosamund added.
  
  Goemon made a face. He knew she was baiting him, hoping for a beating perhaps. Her indulgence in sex mixed with pain was a source of constant amazement to him, as well as a goad.
  
  Goemon called for service impatiently. The sliding fusuma door, painted with a faint view of an island in the sea, slid open. The maid was kneeling in the anteroom. She bowed, and the nightingale floor sang under her as she moved her weight. The guard outside the door looked in and, satisfied that all was well, resumed his vigil with his back to the room. Goemon motioned the girl to enter.
  
  "Close the door," he added as an afterthought.
  
  "Remember you are a samurai!" Okiku whispered his favorite exhortation to him as they watched the maid approach. She was short and rather plump. Her slightly crossed eyes gave her face a puzzled look. Her feet were bare and clean. Most impressive was the front of her dove-grey kimono, which bulged pleasingly forward. She stopped to kneel, but Goemon motioned her closer. She knelt and bowed, then asked, "Is there something...?"
  
  Goemon looked her up and down for a moment, making up his mind. There was a mild cough from Rosamund. His chin firmed, and he took a breath.
  
  "Lie down and spread your legs!" he barked abruptly.
  
  For a moment all four froze in a tableau. The maid's eyes swung from one to the other, the rich nobleman, his small concubine, and the other, the strange woman that looked like something out of a dream: yellow hair and round eyes. Her lips parted as if for a scream or a protest. But years of training and of service in the inn took over.
  
  "Yes!" she coughed. She lay back and spread her legs, her eyes closed.
  
  Goemon looked at her doubtfully for a moment, as if not ready to believe his eyes. He turned to look at Rosamund. The blonde smiled back at him, then flipped her skirts up, exposing her perfect, smooth-skinned legs. She stroked the length of her own thighs, ending with both hands in her lap, barely covering the golden cloud at the junction of her legs and belly. Goemon took a firmer grip on himself.
  
  "Open your robe!" he commanded, more surely, almost more gently this time.
  
  The maid obeyed. Some of the fear and surprise must have left her, because there was a hint of coquettishness in her motions as she flipped back the sides of her robe and uncovered first one and then another pale thigh. Her petticoat was a bright red. Okiku leaned forward, thinking how charming the combination of colors was. A small black triangle of hair was set at the angle formed by the pale tan legs, which in turn were framed by the blood-red of the spread petticoat. The red petticoat in turn was bordered with dove grey, the entire set out against the gold of the tatami mats.
  
  Goemon seemed entranced with the view. He looked at her spread before him for a long time. His lips pinched in thought.
  
  "Your sash..."
  
  She twisted her arms to get at the knot under her back.
  
  "No, do not move yet," he commanded. He leaned forward and loosened her tie with a few quick, practiced motions. She was breathing slightly faster now, and with languid motions pulled the sash from under and around her. The material made a slithering sound as it came away.
  
  "Open your robe completely!" He commanded.
  
  She obeyed with alacrity, her eyes open. Disappointed, she saw he was not looking at her breasts.
  
  "Now sit up!" She smiled at his order and rose, the better to show off her most promising feature. Her breasts were large, their brown nipples jutting cheekily upwards. The half globes were smooth and full. She lowered her lids and glanced at the tips of her breasts, then at the samurai before her. He was young and pleasant-looking, his hair newly oiled after bath, his skin shining with health. She smiled slightly. He might not turn out to be a perfect lover, but with his position it did not really matter. His handsome appearance only made things pleasanter.
  
  Goemon ran his hands over her breasts. He pinched the nipples lightly for a moment, then squeezed a breast with each hand. Each globe was larger than his palm, the nipple brushing against his skin. Still holding both breasts he pushed her back. She did not resist but assumed the position she had lain in before. He let go one breast long enough to flip back his robe, then knelt between her spread legs.
  
  "Guide me into you!" he commanded.
  
  Her work-roughened hand found the erect pillar of his manhood. It was thick and warm to her touch. For a moment she wondered what it would taste like, but she pushed the perverse thought from her mind. She laid the blunt tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt lips, teasing it up and down fractionally. But before she could rub it on her sensitizing flesh, he was on her.
  
  Goemon stretched out his full length on the girl beneath him. At the same time he pushed his cock deeply into her. She was still not wet enough. His thrust rubbed against the walls of her cunt, and she grunted a bit. Without pause he pushed forward until he could feel their hairs mingling. He let her bear all his weight for a moment. Then his powerful ass muscles went into action. He pulled out of her almost the entire length of his rampant cock, then pushed it back in again, slowly this time. Grinding his hips against hers, he brought a grunt from her again. This time there was more pleasure mixed with the discomfort.
  
  He pulled out slowly and began a steady sliding drive. The walls of her channel filled rapidly with slick juices, the smell of which penetrated to his nostrils each time the air between their bodies was forced away. He nibbled at her full breasts occasionally, his hands roaming her body freely. Her legs came up involuntarily and clutched at his heaving back. Her eyes closed, the whites showing under the full lids. Her mouth opened, and soft cries came from it. His movements speeded up, and she added the oscillations of her own full ass to his.
  
  Rosamund and Okiku looked on in fascination. This was not the first time they had seen Goemon fuck, but it was a pleasure for both of them nonetheless: the man's muscular frame easily controlled his companion's plump figure. The skin on his back and ass bunched with his effort. His topknot bobbed over the actors, its almost metronomic movements indicating the closeness of the climactic moment. Under him the maid's soft curves made a perfect contrast, highlighted by the bright red backdrop of her petticoat. Her soft round arms, their skin paler than his, snaked over his form. She was obviously taking as much enjoyment from feeling him as he from her. Her fingers traversed the length of his back, dipped between the muscles of his ass, fondled his balls gingerly. Their motions speeded up. Goemon closed his eyes and jerked in and out with the speed of a dragonfly's wings.
  
  Driblets of come, heralds of the flood soon to arrive, moistened her interior, and he ground his hips against her eager pelvis. She mewled with desire and uncontrollably arched her body under him, her knees clutching at his sides, her fingers digging into his buttocks. He clenched his teeth and eyes, and pumping streams of creamy come flooded her interior. She came at the same time, her head jerking from side to side, her frame quivering.
  
  For a long moment Goemon lay on her as if dead, his eyes glazed. Then he raised his head and looked at Rosamund and Okiku. Two sets of breasts, fully erect, stared back. Both women had bared their torsos. The upper halves of their robes lay about their waists, held by brocade sashes. He looked carefully for a long minute, his eyes clicking from one set to another as the women sat erect, hands in their laps, eyes steady. Only Rosamund, the less restrained of the two, could not contain the twitch of a smile. Her breasts, she knew, were the finest Goemon had seen. Perfect round globes, they glowed with a pale white perfection tipped with pink areolas and darker prominent nipples. Okiku's tits were smaller and flatter but still of perfect shape. Dark areolas forming almost perfect circles were centered by prominent nipples as erect as small stubby fingers.
  
  Goemon rose from the maid to his knees.
  
  "Lie down!" he commanded harshly.
  
  Rosamund, divining his intention, made as if to rise and flee. In a flash he was on her. The smack of his overheated body on hers sent her tumbling back. The air oofed out of her as his full weight bore down. He forced his knees roughly between hers. She struggled furiously, and he pinned her down with a clenched forearm. His other hand snapped down and gripped her hip painfully, then shifted between their bodies. His fingers found her lush cunt. It was dripping with her interior moisture. Without pause he shoved two fingers inside the lubricious channel. His palm served as a guide as his slick, hard cock made its way between the full lips of her cunt.
  
  She ceased her struggling as soon as he was well seated. Goemon, however, was carried away by the violence of the moment. His full weight came down on her soft curves as his rigid penis made its hurried way up her vagina and lodged deep in her belly. He stayed deep inside her for a moment, wriggling his hips forcefully, making her take in another fraction of his body. She responded by raising her head and kissing him on his lips. Her mouth covered his. Her tongue slid into the warm masculine cavern and submissively explored within. He licked her probing tongue, then pushed his own almost down her throat. His lips sucked at hers, extracting the taste to the full. Then his hips began pounding at hers.
  
  With long strokes at first, then more and more rapidly, his man-tower bore into her. She greeted such assault with a yelp of pleasure, each withdrawal with a sigh that was half enjoyment for the rapid friction, half regret. Their motions slowly grew to a climax. Goemon was still seized with the mood she had worked on him. He felt he could not pause for a moment. Rosamund was so turned on by the sight she had seen earlier that her own responses were as quick as his. They were soon both panting, her teeth nipping at his neck and shoulders, his fingers squeezing, pinching, scratching her at places he knew she liked. Her whole body started to tremble uncontrollably. Shudders ran down her skin. Her arms and thighs clutched at his pistoning frame in a frenzy.
  
  "Goemon... Goemoooon!" his assumed name burst from her lips as a torrent sluiced from her well-lubricated insides and made a sopping mass of their entwined hairs. His own climax was a pale thing compared to hers. Spurts of milky juice jerked weakly from the tip of his cock as he stiffened in her arms. He raised his head to see Okiku's hand between her legs. She looked at him and smiled broadly, three fingers making long, slow strokes at her clitoris. Her body too began shaking with the coming climax. His teeth clenched. She was laughing at him, he knew. In his present mood, he was not prepared to consider that she laughed with him, rather than against him. Rosamund, they all knew, had wrung him dry for some minutes to come. But he was a samurai. Sun Tzu's maxim about the use of many weapons came to his mind.
  
  "Stop!" he ordered peremptorily. Normally nothing could be better calculated to cause Okiku to disobey. This time, caught in the enchantment of the moment, she paused. Still lying with his full weight on Rosamund, who observed his actions closely, he pulled Okiku's hand to him. He sniffed at her fingers, enjoying the warm, rich smell of her randy cunt.
  
  "Lie down!" he commanded again. Okiku obeyed and spread her legs, raising her knees slightly. His flaccid, sopping cock emerged from Rosamund's cunt with a barely audible plop. He knelt between Okiku's legs and bent forward to study her lower lips. They were framed in a heart-shaped forest of soft black hairs. The lips were delicate, bisected by an almost invisible line. He opened them like a flower, uncovering the tiny nubbin and hole between. Then he lowered his head and began tonguing her cunt.
  
  He started with long, slow strokes with a flattened tongue. The slightly rough surface brought goose bumps to Okiku's thighs. His pace grew more rapid and he moistened his tongue with saliva and the inner juices from the channel between her cunt lips. He changed pace and began sucking hungrily at the tiny clitoris, which lay like a pearl within an oyster's tissues. She sighed and clutched at his head, her own head thrashing from side to side. Again his pace changed, and his tongue, stiff as a finger, drove deeply into her hungry cunt. She arched her hips in response, and her clitoral nubbin was crushed pleasingly between her pubis and his teeth, which he covered obligingly with his upper lip. The lingual fucking continued, and Okiku lost control. She gave herself up to the sensation. Waves of pleasure engulfed her, and her body spasmed into uncontrollable tremors as a wash of salty juice flooded Goemon's mouth.
  
  Goemon raised his head and rocked back to sit on his knees. The maid bowed before him and offered a sheet of pure white paper. He wiped his lips, and then she bowed before him and wiped his cock with another sheet, admiring the proportions of the member that had been in her. Goemon grinned at Rosamund, his composure returned.
  
  "Well?" he said, and cocked his head.
  
  Rosamund smiled broadly and, still smiling, bowed her face to the floor. The other two followed suit. Rosamund's tits, Goemon noticed, were the only ones to touch the tatami mat.