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  "Well, lots of things happen at parties that people regret the morning after. Not everybody can hold their liquor–and grownups letting their hair down is a subject you have lots of time to learn about," her father said, trying to close the matter of what had been going on at the party.

  Charisse now felt that both her parents were quite uncomfortable. They both looked uneasily at each other and at their daughter, wondering if she had seen any of their guilty behavior.

  "Even though she's kind of loud, I think this girl, Sheila, has got something on the ball. Like a very good figure–why don't you audition her, Dad. Her body would certainly register, even if her acting didn't!"

  "Let your father make his own business decisions!" Minna said sharply to her daughter. "He's got enough trouble making up his mind about anything as it is."

  "Now that you mention it, Sheila is a most attractive girl and I might give her a break at that!" her father said.

  Charisse couldn't resist saying, "Oh, I thought you already gave Sheila an audition, Dad."

  She knew that what she was saying was bothering her parents. She had thought things out about her mother and Cora, and knew there probably was a good reason for their affair. Emotionally, she felt her wonderful, wise, strong mother could do no wrong. But her weakling father was another story. What right did he have to lay this girl Sheila right in his own apartment, with his wife and daughter present? It was in line with what she had always thought of his wishy-washy character–now she knew he was thoroughly immoral as well.

  "You're talking a little too much about things that really don't matter, Charisse," her mother said. "I think you're still over-excited by having left school, so why don't you lie down and listen to some records in your room, and just rest? You're father's going to the station and I have a rehearsal, so we'll both be gone most of the day. Relax, dear," she concluded.

  Charisse took her mother's advise, went to her bedroom which overlooked the park and lay on the bed listening to her record-player. Naturally, she played a Minna Mantell album.

  She must have dozed off for a few minutes when she was startled by the bedroom door opening abruptly. There was a hissing noise as the well-knit, compact body of their Japanese butler, Taka Hachiburo, bowed in apology for having disturbed her.

  "I beg Miss Charisse's pardon," Taka said in his excellent English, "but I did not know you were at home and your mother told me to clean all windows in every room today."

  She was rather glad to see Taka Hachiburo again. He was a handsome exchange student from Tokyo who was taking his degree in psychology at Columbia University. He worked as Minna's part-time butler and houseman for his living expenses. He would be getting his degree within a few months now.

  "Oh, that's all right, Taka," she said, noting how strong and virile his muscular arms and legs looked. He was clad only in tennis shorts and a T-shirt for his window-cleaning job. "Don't let me keep you from your work."

  The attractive Japanese student-butler moved gracefully into the bedroom with his squeegees and pail of water. He started to wash the first window, near the bed on which she was lying. As she watched his manly, athlete's body clean the first window, she smiled slyly to herself at certain warm, wet feelings she was experiencing between her legs . . . She had certainly been sexually stimulated by all she had seen the previous evening.

  "Listen, Taka," Charisse said sweetly, "I don't want to disturb you while you're working, but I like watching you. You've got a real tennis player's physique, I can see, and I have a weakness for good-looking tennis players. I'd like to see You walking around in those tennis shorts all the time."

  "I only wear them when I wash the windows, Miss Charisse," Taka grinned back at her and went on using the rubber squeegee on the windows.

  "But, Taka" Charisse said; impishly, "aren't they kind of tight in the crotch?"

  Ignoring the question, the good-looking Japanese continued his work.

  "Maybe you ought to take your record-player into the living room," he suggested. "This is a kind of messy job and I wouldn't want to splash you."

  "You can splash me anytime, Taka," she said. "Watching you work in that outfit shows me how graceful you are." She looked at him coyly as she watched his torso straining as he cleaned the upper-half of the window. Like most Japanese, Taka was not very tall, but he was very compact and brawny. His skin was the color of yellow gold and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his upper and lower lips and his chest. Taka turned around, wondering what gave with Charisse and then applied himself to the windows once again. Charisse was staring right at his crotch, which had quite a manly bulge and he wished he had put on a jock-strap.

  Quite casually, Charisse let her house-robe fall open, exposing the valley between her lush tits, as well as a good deal of her bra. As Taka turned around for a cloth, he was startled by the sight of her voluptuous knockers, so temptingly and "accidentally" displayed.

  "This apartment is rather warm and close today," she smiled at Taka. "How about letting me use your squeegee on the window for awhile. I'm so bored."

  Suiting her actions to her words, she bent over the pail of water to get the squeegee. As she did so, her house-robe fell even more open and she heard Taka's sharp intake of breath as the sight of her lush titties straining out of the top of her bra greeted his eyes.

  She began to use the squeegee on the window, brushing against Taka as she strained to reach the top of the window. Her robe fell even more open as she worked, and she knew that the sight of her full titties and the glimpses of lace panties, was lighting his fuse as she exposed herself.

  Taka had paused and watched the jiggling movement of her breasts as her arm rose and fell with the squeegee.

  Deliberately, Charisse teased him. "What's the matter, am I using the squeegee wrong?"

  "Not at all Miss Charisse," he answered, trying to regain his cool, "but maybe I ought to finish the job. I can see there's a lot of straightening up I have to do in the other rooms."

  "Here, why don't you show me the right way to squeeze the windows, maybe I can help you get through quicker," Charisse said, taking his strong right hand and folding his fingers over her slender waist. "Work my hand up and down and show me the right way to squeeze. You do it so beautifully, Taka!"

  As she touched his hand and felt his manly body brush her robe, she began to sense the same hot, wet, juices flowing from her cuntlips as when she was watching the dildo episode. She knew that she was deliberately provoking Taka by showing her breasts and leaning up against him. Even the bulge in his crotch seemed to be throbbing and getting larger. But watching all the out and out fucking which she had seen last night had made her very hot for a man, any man.

  She wanted to see what a real cock felt like, she was sick and tired of this finger stuff. That was for kids. She wanted a big stiff pecker to ram up her cunt, and didn't want to wait another day for her first screw. Being alone with the handsome Taka while her parents were gone was a made to order situation. She felt so wet and funny down there that she instinctively knew that a real cock would be the only thing to relax her sexual yearning. She had never before realized what a handsome fellow Taka, their Japanese butler really was.

  She leaned against him for a few moments longer and then asked him, "Taka, why are you so reluctant to let me help you?"

  "I don't mind Miss Charisse," Taka said slowly. "But I think you're mother wouldn't like it if she came back and saw what you were doing."

  "Oh, don't worry about that Taka, they're both out for the day. And I'm really so bored. I want to help you," she said, letting her robe fall open even more.

  Taka gulped at the sight of lace-trimmed panties and white thigh which met his gaze and said, "O.K. Miss Charisse. But I really have got a lot to do in the house and I've got to make one of my classes in psychology at six p.m. . . . so we'll have to make it fast!"

  Charisse turned towards him, letting her robe fall completely open and shrugged it to the floor. Her breasts were whiter than the s
atin bra which bulged with them, she was wearing no slip, and her panties were the see-through type. The triangular shadow formed by her thick bush was clearly visible to Taka.

  "Miss Charisse," Taka exclaimed, lowering his eyes and looking away, "don't you think you'd better put your robe on? What if somebody should walk in?"

  "Why, don't I look good to you?" she asked him coyly, nudging her breasts into his chest and glaring down at his now visibly growing crotch-bulge.

  "Maybe you look a little too good to me, Charisse," Taka gulped, his eyes on her bush-triangle, shadowing her see-through panties.

  "I've got a confession to make Taka, you've always attracted me ever since you started working here. And now I'm grown up enough for both of us to do something about it!" Charisse said.

  "Don't forget that I still represent the "Yellow Peril" to a lot of red-blooded Americans. Why if anyone found me fooling around with a white girl, I'd be in real trouble Charisse," Taka told her, still looking away from her enticing body.

  Charisse pressed herself more firmly against Taka's strong body, really pressing her lush titties hard into him.

  "Come on Taka, I won't say anything if you feel them. I've got bigger and nicer ones than any girl in the school."

  Taka leaned away from her and said, rather sadly, "Please Charisse, don't tease me into something I know will cost me my job!"

  Looking down at his tennis shorts, she saw that his big, manly penis was practically rigid and almost perpendicular to his body.

  "Why lie to yourself, Mr. Psychology Major? We both know what you'd like to do to me!" and as if by accident she let her hand brush against the hard-on straining his tennis shorts.

  "I'm going to leave for the day!" said the perspiring Taka. "Please make my excuses to your honorable mother, but tell her I got sick, or something," and he turned to go.

  Charisse sensed that being yellow-skinned and of another race gave Taka an inferiority complex, and made him fearful. She decided to use a little psychology of her own on this aroused, virile young man. She had suddenly felt she wanted to put his prick in her, to fuck her.

  "Look Taka," she said in a tone of sweet reasonableness, "you might as well take what I'm giving you on a silver platter. If you don't I'm going to tell my mother that you raped me while I was asleep–and you know my mother! You could say goodbye to your career as a psychologist. There might even be a nice, long jail sentence."

  "Come on Charisse," Taka said, "tell me you're only kidding around and let me finish cleaning the damn windows!"

  "I mean it, Taka," she said firmly. "If you don't do it to me, I'm going to make trouble. So why don't you unbend and give me a sample of that," as her hand brushed his hard-on once again.

  "Let me throw the bolt on the door," she said, as she stepped away from her robe on the floor. The bolt slid home with a click.

  "Now we have nothing to worry about," she said as she leaned hack on the bed, her hand clutching for the hard-on in his tennis shorts. "Is that tremendous thing all yours?" she said as her hand closed on it. "It's so big, how could a little Japanese girl take a dick that size?"

  His hard-on throbbed and she could feel the prick pulsing in her hand. She shoved her hand under the leg of the shorts, and gasped as she felt the hot head of his dick.

  She leaned back on the bed and said, "Please take off your shorts, Taka, I must see it uncovered!"

  Taka's golden-yellow skin was bathed in sweat as he watched the voluptuous curves of Charisse as she posed tantalizingly on the bed.

  "You're a gorgeous kid," Taka said breathing heavily

  Taking the bull by the horns, Charisse leaned forward and squeezed his hard-on. With an oath, Taka unzipped his tennis shorts and stepped out of them. Released of all its restraint, his cock jutted forward. It wasn't so tremendously long, about nine inches, but its shaft was as thick as a small salami. He was uncircumcised and his big dick-head was covered by a tight, yellow foreskin. The golden glint of his yellow dong and hairy balls tore the last shred of restraint from Charisse.

  "Put that big dick in me, fuck me, Taka, I want you to fuck me with that yellow club!" she cried.

  She was surprised at the intensity of her feeling, and she knew there would be no turning back now. Why Taka's cock was ever bigger than the "Mr. Dildo" Cora had thrust into her mother's cunt last night. She was glad she was going to have a real cock, instead of a rubber one, for her first fucking. She was so horny she didn't even care about its being yellow.

  "God, Charisse," Taka panted as he climbed into the bed beside her, one of her hands still holding on to his prick. He leaned over and gently worked her flimsy panties down over her knees, pulled them off her ankles and then took a deep breath at the sight.

  Her thick bush covered her white belly and under the hairy triangle he could see her slit, moist and pink-lipped. He leaned over her legs and his hot lips kissed her inner thighs.

  She spread her legs as he kissed and his lips moved up to her bush. He kissed it and felt the crisp hair crackle between his teeth. Then his lips moved down and gently he shoved his tongue between her cuntlips. A shudder went through her body as his hot tongue licked her cuntlips and then began to suck her clitoris.

  Charisse put her hand behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her big beautiful titties from all restraint. Taka's strong hands were kneading her asscheeks, and he slid them up to her tits. He still kept licking and sucking between her cuntlips as his hands massaged and felt her lush tits.

  She sighed "Ah, aaaah, aaah, Taka, that hot tongue of yours is just killing . . . but don't stop . . . I've never felt anything quite like this . . . oooh . . . oooooh." Grabbing handfuls of his hair, she alternately pressed his face to her cunt, and then finally pulled him away from her wriggling cunt.

  "God, Taka, if you keep on, I'll come, and I don't want to, not that way. I need that yellow cock of yours, in me, in me!" she panted.

  Taka reached his tongue down to her cuntlips for one last lick. His red tongue played with her hard erect clitty and he put his fingers between her cuntlips, caressing their soft virginal texture. Then one of his fingers found her vaginal hole and as he felt her unbroken cherry, she gasped, "Darling, remember I want you to put your cock in there, don't break it with your fingers.

  Her legs thrashed as Taka put his mouth over her cunthole and gently breathed in and out against the membrane of her cherry. "Eeeee, Eeee, ooorgh . . . " she squealed and then choked.

  "Stop it, stop it, you'll make me come with those Oriental tricks!"

  She pushed his head away from her pussy, and he rolled on his back for a moment, next to her. He let his huge yellow dong stick up stiffly, throbbing with excitement. Charisse's eyes bulged at Taka's truly tremendous prick.

  "I hope you take it easy, Taka," she said, "your dick is so . . . so thick . . . and . . . well, you must have felt my cherry! Please try not to hurt me."

  "I didn't even know you were a virgin," Taka said, "that makes the whole thing worse for me if your mother ever finds out."

  "Oh, Taka, you can't stop now! You can't! You've got to fuck me–or I'll talk!"

  She grabbed hold of his dong and began to caress his yellow, satiny shaft. She pulled the foreskin down and exposed his reddish-blue dick-head, throbbing and moist with drops of "glad-come" at its tip. His shaft was so thick, she could hardly span it with her thumb and forefinger.

  Taka's cock was really exceptional, it was even bigger than "Mr. Dildo," the enormous red rubber cock Cora had thrust up her mother's cunt last night. She wondered what her mother would say if she ever got a good look at Taka's gigantic pecker. Maybe if she knew what her butler had between his legs, she would never even bother with that lesbian, Cora and her crummy rubber dildo. And now she wanted that yellow prick to go into her cunt, to destroy her symbol of girlhood, her cherry!

  Taka took his prick from her caressing lingers and rose to his knees, holding his cock in both hands. Charisse lay back on the bedspread and flung her legs apart, exposing her cunt
lips, moist, pink and expectant. He moved between her spread legs, still holding his cock. Her big pink nipples on her white breasts were irresistible to him and he leaned over her, gobbling them in his mouth, sucking on each tit in turn. They became stiffly erect as his wet lips nibbled them hungrily.

  "Mmmmm, those titties taste good," Taka moaned. "Never tasted a white girl's titties before . . . this is real nice stuff!"

  The hot cuntjuice oozing from her yearning pussy made her rub her bush and cunt against his balls and cockshaft. Taka began easing his buttocks between her spread legs, one hand still holding his cock, the other playing with her cuntlips, trying to locate her cunthole so he could zero in with his dick.

  He found her tight vaginal passage, and began to direct the tip of his cock between her wet, pink lips. He wanted to get the head of his cock positioned just right.