text: "Where are we going?" asked Rosamund.
  
  "I saw you looking at some of those men," Okiku said irrelevantly. Her eyes moved as if she were searching for something in the dark.
  
  "Yes," said Rosamund thoughtfully. "They were rather pretty, weren't they?"
  
  "Don't you think we deserve some entertainment?"
  
  "If you're thinking what I think you are... How would I choose one anyway? There were so many of them!"
  
  "Why choose?" laughed Okiku. "Can't you take them all on?" She hugged her friend, who smiled and arched her back. Her big breasts jiggled suggestively, their nipples erect.
  
  "I imagine I could service them all, and that might just satisfy me. But still..."
  
  "I'll help you. I'll choose the best ones for you. Ah, I hear something. This must be the place I was looking for."
  
  They turned in to a narrow lane, at the end of which was a large, rather dilapidated old barn. Sounds of laughter and music came from between the cracks in the walls.
  
  "We must find a place for you," Okiku added. They wandered about for a few minutes before finding a tiny building that was used to store grass for thatching. At Okiku's direction, Rosamund made herself comfortable on the soft, sweet-smelling pile. She spread her outer robe, released her sash, and lay back. Okiku could see Rosamund's teeth flash and her perfect white body glimmer in the dark, barely shadowed at her crotch by her golden bush. Okiku knelt quickly and kissed the blonde between her legs. She tasted pleasantly salty, and Okiku could not forbear a quick lick.
  
  "They must not see you, so it will be all in the dark. I'll send them out one by one and caution them against showing a light. Have fun, my dear."
  
  "What about you?" Rosamund asked softly.
  
  "I have something I want too. Don't worry; I'll be around. If there are any problems, call out. You have your chain and dagger at hand? Good." Okiku was gone like a shadow.
  
  The festivities in the barn were at full tilt. The young men who had battled so valiantly for the village's prosperity were being repaid for their efforts in wine, food, and an evening's respite from their daily labors. In one corner a group of young men were gambling, their faces flushed with drink and excitement. The largest group was sprawled on piles of rice straw in a rough circle. A man wearing the mask of an old peasant had just finished acting a comic skit. The punch line was rather obvious from the jerking of his hips, and his audience were helpless with laughter. The young man in woman's clothes was making ready to dance. His makeup had run and he was reapplying it, and his neckline was rather more open than a respectable matron's should be. Other young men lay about the barn, telling stories, drinking, or talking quietly. Some had passed out. In one corner a drinking contest was in progress.
  
  No one paid much attention to Okiku's entrance. One or two of the revellers called out to her, offering a drink, recognizing a visitor to their festival. She was still dressed in her page's outfit, the heavy reddish male makeup obscuring her features just as the loose sark and pantaloons obscured her figure.
  
  Encouraged by cries of "Kichibei! Kichibei!" the young man in woman's clothing began to dance. For a man he danced a woman's role quite well, and his audience displayed its appreciation. Gradually the tempo of the dance changed. It became more languid, then faster and faster as the dancer, helping himself with his fan, displayed the stages of a woman's passion. The music changed and the dance became a burlesque, with the fan portraying a reluctant lover and Kichibei an amorous old courtesan. The audience rolled on the ground with laughter, tears streaming down their cheeks.
  
  A heavyset, well-muscled man sat near Okiku. He had been drinking rather less than most, and his eyes, full of laughter, were on the dancer. His loincloth bulged pleasingly. Okiku leaned over to him and whispered, "Excuse, me, but you must earn some merit. The nun Sister Bara has ordered me to call you to her. She awaits in the small hut where the grass is stored. Please be punctual and, of course, discreet."
  
  The young man looked at Okiku in puzzlement. She met his gaze squarely, and he lowered his eyes. She noted he had fine cheekbones, notwithstanding the coarseness of his life. He rose and left the barn. The sky was bright with the light of the moon. He oriented himself and stretched. Loosening his loincloth, he pissed against a convenient tree, then shook himself dry. He approached the small hut cautiously. There was someone in there. He sweated somewhat nervously. Ghosts were about in the night.
  
  "Do not fear. Come here—there is a gift you can give me." The voice was definitely female, if oddly accented. He crawled inside. In the dark he could barely make out the outstretched thighs of a young woman. His courage rose in him. Drink was fine, but this was better. He slid a hand up each long and tapering thigh. The legs were smooth and perfectly shaped, not the muscular, stocky thighs of the village girls into whose matting he had crept several times before. His face was near the soft bush at the juncture of her thighs, and he sniffed appreciatively.
  
  Rosamund shivered in delight as the dark bulk of the man knelt between her legs. She raised her knees slightly to allow him his moment of quiet contemplation; then suddenly his weight was upon her. She sighed in satisfaction as his thick cock found the gluey entrance and drove up her channel. He was rough and uncaring, and she was grateful. His hard hands, callused from net and oar, squeezed her full breasts. He drove himself into her rapidly, while his mouth was busy about her neck and shoulders. She felt the pleasure of his hands on her full breasts and the weight of him on her frame. "Harder!" she whispered, and his movements became frantic and his hands tore at her full mounds.
  
  "This... is... so... good!" he gasped. "I have never felt such full tits." He bit a nipple in emphasis, and she moved delightedly under him.
  
  "Yes, yes, bite them, squeeze them! Don't stop!" she pleaded.
  
  Sensing her mood, he left all restraint behind. His cock bore into her, the bones of his pubic mashing her beneath him. He bit at her full breasts and followed each bite with a twist of the nipple. She ran her hands the length of his back and buttocks, marvelling at the frantic bulging of his muscles. One finger teased his anus, and his buttocks tightened, driving his prick yet deeper into her. She scratched hard at the soft portion of his inner thighs, and he jerked in agony. The first faint drops of emission emerged from the tip of his prick, and then his sperm burst from him in full thick sprays that soaked her interior. Spent, he lay on her soft belly, his body still undulating slowly as the last of his sperm dribbled from his softening cock. Suddenly she stiffened under him, her teeth bit into his salty-tasting shoulder, and she moaned. Knowing she was coming, he squeezed her breasts as hard as he could and was rewarded with the flash of a smile and a mad dancing of her pelvis. Her spasms died down, and she stroked his back.
  
  "You must go now," she said softly. "Return later if you will, but many more must earn merit this evening."
  
  He climbed off her and while still between her legs, bowed deeply. The night air was cool on his sweaty skin as he walked back to the barn. The party was still going on at full blast when he walked in the door and helped himself to some sake. The young samurai servant caught his eye, nodded, then leaned over and spoke to another youth...
  
  Okiku finally decided it was her turn. Young men were leaving quietly on schedule for rendezvous in the grass shed. Kichibei ended his dance to the delight of his audience and scampered off. She spoke to three young men who had just finished a long and serious talk, and watched them troop off into the dark doubtfully. They would occupy Rosamund for some time. Then Okiku slipped off into the night after Kichibei, who had no doubt gone off to change.
  
  He was standing by a well, about to draw water for himself, when Okiku approached.
  
  "Let me do that for you," she said in a soft voice.
  
  He stared at her warily. There was something about this young samurai lad that stirred his blood. He had no objection to the sort of relationship he thought was being proposed to him, but there was something decidedly odd here. Okiku ran her hands down Kichibei's chest. It was muscular but not too bulky. She leaned forward and bit a pectoral.
  
  "I am sweaty and stink," he objected.
  
  "You smell just fine to me," the figure before him countered coolly. "I like sweaty bodies, my dear."
  
  Suddenly Kichibei felt he knew what was expected of him. He turned his shoulders coyly and glanced down. The samurai lad laid a hand gently on his shoulder and tilted his shy chin, then kissed him deeply on his painted mouth. They shuddered together, and the samurai youth's arms went around Kichibei's hips.
  
  "I am ashamed," he whispered.
  
  "Nothing to be ashamed of," countered the youth, leading Kichibei to a nearby patch of grass. They knelt together, and Okiku's firm hands slowly explored Kichibei's body. She stroked his chest and his sides then loosened his sash while he sat passively on his knees, hands fluttering on the silk sleeves.
  
  "You look so fierce with your short sword," Kichibei murmured as the hard pommel dug into his hips.
  
  The samurai youth laughed and loosened the scabbard, laying it and the sash aside. A hand descended lower and touched Kichibei's sturdy erection. "Mine is hardly as magnificent as yours," Okiku laughed.
  
  "No, no!" protested Kichibei, still enjoying his role as a woman. He reached forward and the samurai youth's hand guided him between the folds of loosened breachcloth. He felt the crisp hairs at the bottom of the muscular, yet soft belly. But then his fingers slipped surprisedly into a warm, slick channel and were guided downwards between the plump female lips. He strained to push on but was restrained by Okiku. She wanted to enjoy the perverse situation to the full, and she continued to act the role of the man. Her demanding hands explored Kichibei's body while holding his hand prisoner between her legs, where she forced his blunt fingers to masturbate her to the full. At last the game reached a plateau. She seized his erect rod and drew it forth from his robe.
  
  "Why, you're a man!" she said in mock surprise. He strove to move forward, but she restrained him again. She turned away from him, her hand still firmly grasping his erect member. Her pantaloons fell by her knees as she knelt on all fours before him. He rose and lunged, guided by her hand. His turgid cock lodged in the thicket that guarded her juicy cranny. She held him there for a moment, supporting herself on her elbows and rubbing the plum tip against her soft lips. Frantic with desire, he pulled her to him, his body humping like a dog's.
  
  At last, satisfied that he had been raised to a fever pitch, Okiku let him have his way. With a grunt, Kichibei sank deep into her juicy interior. He was about to set to work at once, when she restrained him. She smiled at him over her shoulder, holding him in with her muscles and a restraining hand that commandingly held on to his hairy sack of balls. He felt himself expand in the tight, wet warmth. She let him go, and he began to drive into her with an increasing tempo. His hands clutched at her hips, and then when she directed them, he squeezed her small breasts and their prominent nipples. She moved back against him forcefully, her smooth, tight buttocks smacking against his hard belly. He felt his come rise from the depths of his balls, and he cried out in agony when she squeezed the base of his prick.
  
  Without mercy she pulled at the base of his cock, exposing the cream-lathered length to the cold air. Spasms of pleasure racked her as he withdrew and as she slammed herself backwards onto its waiting length. She came furiously, her insides dripping the honey of her come as he watched helplessly in her grip. Her smooth, tight buttocks trembled before his eyes, and he could feel the walls of her cunt shake as she took her pleasure.
  
  Again she exposed his cock to the night air. She smiled over her shoulder and shifted her grip to the plum tip. She raised the aim of his fleshy cannon and moistened the entrance to her ass slightly with the juicy knob. She placed it properly and inched backwards until the rod was firmly seated in the tiny bud opening of her anus. He felt the muscular ring grip him comfortingly, stronger and more demanding than the entrance he had been in before.
  
  "Now!" she commanded, loosening her grip and positioning her hands firmly on the ground. He needed no encouragement. His cock rammed home into her tight nether orifice. Her ring muscles fought him all the way, constricting his entry and milking the length of his shaft. His hairs rubbed roughly into the softness of her buttocks, and his full weight bore down on her. She let out a breath at the fury of his assault. He rested there for a short moment until a twist of her buttocks reminded him there was much to be done. He tried to withdraw, only to find that her muscles had purposely constricted around his length. The withdrawal was slow, milking the length of his cock in a way he had never experienced before. He rammed forward again furiously, and again, each time having to fight his way out, his irritated cock sending messages of exquisite pleasure to his brain. They were both panting now, his hand clutched convulsively at her sides. He pushed in again and this time found relief from the strain. From the root of his manpole he felt the rush of liquids streaming forth. He pumped masses of sperm into this woman's backside, while she twitched and jerked beneath him, eyes closed in pleasure as her own climax mingled with his. Finally they collapsed in a pile on the grass.
  
  "Hey, Kichibei, nice performance, but he should have been on top, not you!" A passing drunk regarded them owlishly, then ambled on into the dark.
  
  "I've ruined your reputation." Okiku smiled at him, still panting.
  
  "It was worth it. Please do not worry."
  
  "It certainly was, and I won't," she replied coolly as she gathered her clothes. "It was a good festival."
  
  Rosamund was waiting for her in the booth. Her robe and the grass beneath her were sodden. They walked off into the moonlight, holding hands and laughing together.
  
  "Did you have a good time?" asked Rosamund anxiously.
  
  "Of course. Did you think I wouldn't enjoy myself? He was all I could expect."
  
  "He? Only one?"
  
  "I don't have the same appetites as you. It was nice and kinky."
  
  "Mine were too," laughed the blonde girl. "There was this one with enormous hairy balls and a rather small prick..."
  
  They waded into the sea to wash. "Do you think...?" they both started saying at the same time, then laughed.
  
  "Yes," Okiku continued the thought for both of them. "I'm sure Satsuki took good care of our men."
  
  They walked sleepily onto the boat.