During his visit to Japan, Paul Weldon took a trip one day to the
          northern island of Hokkaido, staying in a small hotel near the
          town of Hokodate. It was a complete change for him and for once in
          his lifetime he was completely cut off from newspapers and contact
          with the outside world. But, inevitably, for a man as active as
          Paul Weldon, time began to drag after a day or two and he decided
          to spend a day in Hakodate, a place he had intended to avoid as
          much as possible.

          Hakodate is not a particularly interesting town. It is on the west
          coast of Hokkaido, a fishing center with such industries as fish
          canning and sulfur extraction. It is big enough, however, to
          sustain a red lamp district and it is there that Paul went to get
          some relief from his boredom.

As he walked down one of the streets where he had been told he would find
the 'best' girls he saw a strikingly beautiful teenager looking down at him
from the open window of her room on the first floor of a house where four or
five girls had their headquarters. He was at once attracted by her lovely
eyes and beautiful smile and he had no hesitation in going into the open
doorway and up the stairs when she nodded to him.

She was waiting at the door of her room, dressed in a blue kimono. She was
no more than five feet tall and judging by her slender arms visible in the
wide short sleeves of her robe she was altogether small and almost fragile.

She continued to smile at him as she bowed an invitation. As soon as he'd
entered the room she closed the door, hanging a card in Japanese on the
outside to the effect that she hadn't to be disturbed, and then waved him to
a low divan with numerous delightfully embroidered cushions. As soon as he
sat down she produced a teapot and two small cups, handing one to her
visitor.

'You like Japanese girl?' she asked him as she sat on a cushion in front of
him.

'Very much, very much,' said Paul. 'Especially you. What is your name?

''Kiwiko,' she said. 'It was also the name of my grandmother. Do you like it
too?'

'Kiwiko. Yes, I think it suits you. But tell me how old are you?'

'Seventeen,' she said smiling again. 'It is already quite old in Japan, you
know.'

She certainly didn't look more than fourteen, thought Paul but he was
relieved to hear that she would be considered of age in Europe. She might be
better developed than he had thought when she took off her kimono, though he
had never seen a Japanese woman with particularly large breasts or prominent
buttocks.

She sipped her tea and then, putting her cup down, she got to her feet and
began to unfasten the sash which held her kimono together. Paul watched
eagerly as the robe slipped down her body to reveal her nakedness.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that her breasts were larger than he
would have expected and that her thighs were not as slim as those of most
Japanese women. When the robe slipped to the floor he saw that she was
attractively built, despite a certain fragility about her. He would
certainly enjoy going to bed with her.

'You like?' she asked him as she turned round so that he could also get a
back view.

'Very beautiful.' He was on his feet and he grabbed hold of her and pulled
her onto the divan. She let him kiss her soft voluptuous lips but then she
said that she would have to prepare him.

'Prepare?'

'Yes, I wash you first,' she said.

He was quite happy to be washed by her and when he had undressed she began
to wash the lower part of his body in warm soapy water, paying particular
attention to his genitals and then to his crotch and anus. When she was
satisfied that he was clean she dried him in a soft towel after which she
sprinkled and rubbed in a scented powder.

It was then that Paul had his first real surprise.


                          Kiwiko Suggests an Enema



'I now give enema,' Kiwiko said as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.

'Enema?' echoed Paul.

'Yes, an enema,' she said matter of factly.

'What on earth for, Kiwiko?' Paul demanded. He was completely at a loss.
First he thought he hadn't heard her properly or that perhaps an enema meant
something different to her. But now it seemed that she meant what she said.

'Best Japanese girls always give enema,' she said smiling.

'But, Kiwiko, I don't want an enema. Why should I want an enema?'

'You always have enema with best Japanese girl. You must be clean inside as
well as outside. You enjoy too,' she spoke reassuringly.

He had never heard that there were prostitutes in any part of the world that
gave enemas to their clients before sex. It must be something peculiar to
Hokkaido, or was it just an idiosyncrasy of hers?

'I'm not sure that I want an enema, Kiwiko,' said Paul now speaking in
earnest. 'I've never had an enema and I don't particularly want to start
now. I want to make love to you.

'You must have enema,' she said firmly. 'If you never have one you are not
clean inside. Besides many men they like and enjoy as much as sex. It is
like what you call an orgasm. Some men they can come with enema. And I will
help you in other ways.

'Well, if you are sure, then I suppose I'll have to have it.' It sounded
rather bizarre but if some men got an orgasm from an enema and she was also
ready to assist him, then it might be worth trying, he decided.

'Englishman right to have enema with Japanese girl,' she said. 'Now I get
you ready.'

He was sitting on a low bed but the girl now asked him to stand up whereupon
she placed a rubber-covered board over the bed and asked him to lie down on
it.

'You lie on left side,' she told him as he placed himself on the firm rubber
board.

When he was in the right position she pushed his left leg forward and felt
for his anus. He felt her fingers which she had quickly lubricated with her
saliva pressing against his anus and a moment later one finger must have
penetrated perhaps half an inch, though with some difficulty. She drew it
out and as it was insufficiently lubricated it seemed to draw the membrane
with it and Paul began to feel uncomfortable. But it was something worth
putting up with he decided, for it wasn't everyday you had a Japanese
teenager pushing a finger into your arse.

Kiwiko had now used a tube of lubricant and at this stage of proceedings
continued to explore with her fingers, parts of his anus.


                           Japanese Preliminaries



She pushed her finger into his anus again and this time it slid in a little
further, but she was still finding considerable resistance from the
sphincter muscle. She enjoyed these preliminaries and was certainly in no
hurry. She was certain, too, that unless her client was very different from
other men he would soon begin to get a considerable amount of pleasure from
the way her finger worked on his anus. He did.

It was the first time any woman had ever touched him in that part of his
body, or, for that matter anyone of either sex had touched him. He found it
pleasing at first and gradually it became almost exciting. He liked the way
she kept lubricating her finger and then pushing it gently into the orifice,
a fraction further each time. Then she would make a gentle attempt to widen
the hole slightly before withdrawing her finger to lubricate it again.

He felt his whole body relaxing to the unique massage of his anal orifice
and he had soon decided that it was an erogenous zone that he would have to
pay more attention to in future. It was also a strangely pleasant thing to
have a girl paying such a lot of attention to a part of the body that is
generally despised and neglected.

He thought she must be almost ready to go ahead with the enema, and as
suspected, she told him that she was not going to give him the enema.

'While your bottom is relaxed and you are excited, that is best time,' she
announced.

Paul was now ready to believe in her judgment implicitly and he eagerly
waited while she prepared the enema.

She busied herself in an adjoining room and a few minutes later she came in
carrying a large jug. Judging from the steam the jug must have contained a
hot liquid. Kiwiko then moved a small stand into the room to which was fixed
a glass jar, narrowing at the bottom to a short tube (reminding him of the
upper part of a coffee percolator) to which was attached a long rubber tube
fitted with a stop-cock and nozzle.

Kiwiko brought the stand which moved on noiseless casters close to the bed
and after adjusting the stop-cock she poured some of the liquid from the jug
into the glass jar. It was cooler now and looked to Paul like soapy water.

The young girl then took the temperature of the fluid.

'It is a little hot for you yet,' was her comment, 'But I prepare the
nozzle.'

The nozzle, attached to the end of the rubber tube, was about a quarter of
an inch in diameter at its widest part, Kiwiko took a tube of what appeared
to be a lubricant and smeared it over the nozzle.

She bent over Paul, pushed him into position and then slowly urged the
nozzle into his anus. Paul felt like a man on an operating table. His heart
began to beat faster and for a fleeting moment he almost got to his feet to
tell her he was not going to go through with it.

But when he felt her calming hands on his buttocks he relaxed again. She
appeared to know what she was going to use, and however strange it might be
it wouldn't kill him, he decided. The, after all, he was going to enjoy the
pleasure of her body afterwards: what did an enema matter if you got the
beautiful young Japanese girl's body in return?


                         Kiwiko Administers an Enema



She flexed his right leg again and pushed the nozzle deeper into his rectum.
Paul could feel it, but he was rather surprised that it didn't hurt at all.
As he had never had anything inserted into his rectum in his life before he
had assumed that it would be painful.

The fluid now flowed into him and he could feel it inside, creeping higher
and higher. When he began to feel the weight of the water was going to be
too much for him to hold he half turned to her.

'Don't turn round,' she said quickly, 'or it will be extremely painful. I'm
switching off now.

He lay there with the warm water inside him, trying to persuade himself that
he was going to be really clean for her. After all it had not been so bad,
much less painful than he had expected and at the end of it was - Kiwiko.

She stroked his head gently and then reached down to take his limp penis in
her hand.

'You like?' she suggested.

'Like what?' he wasn't sure whether she meant the enema or the way she was
fondling his cock.

'The enema?' He asked her again.

'Well, I meant all the things that I am doing to you,' she said. 'You see a
Japanese girl likes to please her man.

'Of course,' said Paul. 'I like everything you do, even the enema.'

He was growing erect and he wondered whether she would bring him to an
orgasm with the enema still inside him.

But after a while she let go of him and told him to get ready to use the
bedpan she had placed near the bed. He really didn't fancy the ides of using
a bedpan in her presence, but she said there was no alternative as the
lavatory was on the next floor.

He got to his feet, sat on the bedpan and released the fluid. It took a
minute or two before he felt that all had been evacuated.

But as he got to his feet again more water trickled from his anus and she
told him to sit down again. After another minute or two he felt sure that he
had evacuated himself thoroughly.

When he got to his feet Kiwiko came over and wiped him. No one had ever done
that to him since he was a baby, he thought.

The warm water had all been ejected and he felt a strange kind of emptiness.
He was still in a state of sexual arousal and now more than ever eager to
get his hands on Kiwiko.

The girl quickly removed the pan from the room and then pushed out the enema
stand and the other paraphernalia. When she came back into the room she
closed the door with an air of finality and joined him on the bed.

'You feel better?' she asked him, smiling into his eyes.

'Yes, I do. It was an extraordinary experience for me. I think I shall enjoy
it even more next time. But you can see,' he moved her hand to his swollen
prick -you can see how you have affected me.'

'Yes, now I make love to you, yes?'

She stroked his throbbing organ for a moment or two and then after briefly
kissing his lips, she concentrated on his penis.

He shuddered with excitement, hardly able to control himself. rolling his
head from side to side as she roused him to fever pitch.

'Oh, please stop now,' he gasped, almost on the edge of orgasm, he lay back
to stroke her hair until he felt able to let her continue.

'Come to me,' he asked her and drew her up the bed until he could kiss her
soft, warm lips. 'You mustn't make me come too quickly, my darling,' he told
her as he took her in his arms and slid one hand to her thighs.

'Yes, darling, I understand,' was her soft rejoinder.

He lay with her in his arms for a while and then he moved her onto her back,
looking down at her girlish attractions before moving between her thighs.

He had time to look at her properly now and he thought she must be younger
than she had claimed. Her face was so unbelievably beautiful that he almost
began to hate himself for using her. She ought to be the wife of some very
kind or very rich man instead of letting men use her body for payment.

Her breasts were a little larger than he had expected and despite the sense
of fragility that he felt about her she nevertheless had a nice buoyant body
with good arms and strong though slim thighs.

He pushed his penis into the inviting lips and then he slid into her. She
wasn't large, he was pleased to discover, and when he was right inside her
she gripped him tightly for a moment to show him that she could hold him
inside her if she so desired.

Now he lowered himself, all his weight on top of her, and she at once put
her legs around him. When their mouths met again it was almost electrifying.
Her beautiful mouth at once triggered off the most delicious feelings in his
body and as the sensations moved to his genitals he started to move inside
her.

Kiwiko had had only a few men and it was still an exciting experience for
her. She liked this Englishman and she was ready to enjoy herself with him,
forgetting for the time being all the problems in her life. She felt his
phallus begin its invasion of her treasure. His lips were on hers and he
slowly began his thrusting movements into her soft warm sheath. He reached
the top and then he drew it down the clinging sheath again before impelling
it into her, now deeper then before, urging it to the very hilt till he felt
their pelvises crunch together, their pubic hair enmeshed. His tongue now
probed her sweet mouth, tasting her saliva as the first pre-orgasmic spasm
took his breath away.

Kiwiko squirmed and pulled him tighter as he rested for a moment inside her,
taking a deep breath to inhibit the involuntary spasms of his prick, and
then he bent her thighs up and she moved her legs to his shoulders.

Looking down at her now he could see his prick entering and leaving her as
he moved up and down, a sight which at once intensified his desire for her.
Slowly he increased the tempo of his thrusts into her lovely cunt, often
using a screwing movement to provoke and stimulate her to the maximum,
probing and racking the luscious, gripping membrane as her muscular spasms
came faster and faster and as her body responded completely to his
energetic, body-penetrating thrusts.

His hands moved under her buttocks, one in each palm; then he dug his
finger-nails deep into her girlish flesh until he could feel the hard rod of
his prick moving inside her. Then from mild thrusts he began to ram his
greedy phallus into her with lustful abandon, felt his prick pulsate on the
edge of orgasm, and in a few brief moments of tempestuous, uncontrolled
sexual ecstasy, he came in a climax it was impossible to control. He sent
his spunk into her soft, girlish flesh, sent it deep into her innermost
recesses, filling her with it and provoking her to rapturous cries of
delight as she twisted in uncontrollable ecstasy.
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