From time to time, a series of stories, a collection of volumes, The Letters Books, are mentioned in my stories and in those being published by sexysue12 and kiakim12. These books are used to connect our stories and run a common theme through them. There is actually a real version of these books too, one copy of these 17 volumes is sitting on the shelf here in this office.
We are following the exciting and sexual journey of the young Japanese woman, Tukiko. In this chapter, she gets into sexual activities with more than one man, then goes on into her first experience of group sex. Her first orgy you might say.
This story ends with a note about her boyfriend. She is feeling guilty about cheating on him but doesn't want to stop. How is Tukiko going to deal with this? How is she going to reconcile these separate parts of her life? Watch out for more in Chapter 10. - Anne.
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We Agree to Write This Story.
Hello again, from Tukiko,
For this series, you may have noticed that it is me, Tukiko, who is telling much of this story. There are a couple of reasons for this.
First, the story seems to be mainly about me. Not the way I planned it but just how it worked out or maybe they planned it.
Secondly, my new friends have this letter/story writing thing going where sexy stories and adventures are recorded for a limited group of friends.
Mum and I had begun writing the earlier stories with Dad getting involved a bit too, where we wrote about Mum and I buying bikinis (Tukiko Ch. 05.) and then came home to model them for Dad. She went on to write about other things that happened that week while I started on our trip to the nude beach. (Tukiko Ch. 06.) Now Shanti has asked me to write about going up into the sand dunes with Mike. (Tukiko Sh. 07.) Telling about the fucking we did. Such intimate things. I wasn't so sure about that. After talking with Mike, we decided to do it together.
But I think I am getting a bit ahead of myself, aren't I? Let's begin by backtracking so you can see why I became one of the key writers in a book I knew nothing about.
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It all began about a month after that first dinner with Joseph and Lizamoa and the sexual evening that followed. (Tukiko Ch. 03 & Tukiko Ch. 04) We had gone to the beach the following weekend which also has been recorded in earlier stories. Exciting adventures, the sex was great and I learnt a lot too.
Since we were now involved in this sex group, they had decided to give us copies of all the stories. I was there that night Joseph and Lizamoa brought them over; it seems they had particularly requested my presence too. Mike and Shanti were there too.
It was after dinner that they brought the books out, two boxes of volumes placed on our dining table. One set had my name (Tukiko) on them and the other was for Mum and Dad. (Hirohiko & Sayako) We had heard about this writing thing because they had been open with us and no attempt was made to hide anything. But knowing of them and seeing them, were two different things. We were amazed to discover how extensive they were. As I watched Lizamoa spread Mum and Dad's copies out over the table I wondered how they could have found enough to write so many volumes.
Black leather volumes with the name 'Letters of Shanti and Joseph' embossed in gold on the front cover each. Below the name was the volume number in smaller text. There were sixteen volumes and one empty one labelled 'Volume Seventeen.' It all looked a very professional presentation the way it was done.
I picked up Volume One while they were talking and opened it. There was a short introduction addressed directly to my parents followed by a table of contents for this volume. (I found out later, my volumes had a similar introduction, addressed to me.)
I began reading the first couple of story/letters. They were short, written more like letters than stories. I realised they were actually real letters. I even read the first couple out to my parents too. From as early as that, I was intrigued and couldn't wait to read more. It appeared these were correspondence between Joseph, who lived in India, and Shanti who lived in New Zealand. At that point, it seemed Shanti must have been about my age. That was a long time ago.
Joseph picked up Volume Fifteen and showed us the two stories they had written about our adventures at Mokoroa Falls. We wanted to know what they had written so they agreed to read them.
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Moving to our lounge, we sat in more comfortable seats. I sat down on the couch and I was slightly surprised Joseph sat down beside me getting me to move over to make room for him. Meanwhile, Mike sat at the other end, leaving me sitting in the middle, between these two big men. I know why now; should have seen it at the time. They had planned it like that, for what they were intended doing to me later. But for now, we all sat listening as Joseph began first. "Story 230," he read. "Japanese Pussy at Mokoroa Falls." (Tukiko Ch. 01)
Japanese pussy? I suppose that was meaning Mum and my pussies. I was rather amused at that title and giggled as I said so. I think Mum was amused too.
Joseph began to reading while I leant over closer to watch. He read slowly and clearly while we listened to how they met us at the main waterfall and invited us to join them at another, better swimming place. It was a good story, well written and brought back many memories of what happened that day. The sex had been good, some of the best I had ever had. Sex, where I learnt some things I won't forget in a long time. It came out well in the story too. Exactly how I remembered it.
My body remembered it too. I felt my nipples harden against my bra and lower down I felt my pussy responding too. Just a story and I was reacting so quickly to it? But no, it wasn't just was a story was it? It had really happened and I'd been involved in it too.
Then Lizamoa took over, Story 231," she read. "Horny Hirohiko." (Tukiko Ch. 02)
I looked over at Mum, as I knew what she thought of that name. At first, it was hard to read her face, but then she smiled.
"I didn't like that name back then," she began. "But events since have shown it to be true." Then turning to Dad, she asked, "What do you think, Horny Hirohiko?"
Dad smiled; we all knew his opinion of that name. He liked it. "A good story name," he replied.
Lizamoa began to read and we learnt what happened between my Dad and her. I thought this story was well written, was in a more exciting and sexual way. It was a bit of a turn-on, just to listen to it. But both stories were good, both sexy stories and we were happy to allow them to stay in the letter's books. Although I sort of realized they were permanently there anyway.
This second story surprised me a bit, that even back then, Dad was interested in watching Mum and I fucking Joseph. I remember being a bit nervous about fucking in front of my parents like that. Up until then, I thought they didn't know anything about my sexual activities with my boyfriend. It had only been a few months since I'd lost my virginity but it seems they had worked out what was going on.
Looking at all these volumes on the table I decided I'd have a much better look at these Letters Books when I could. If those two stories were anything to go by, I thought there might be some very interesting reading.
I must add I found them very explicit in their sexual detail. Not that I considered that bad. This was actually quite a turn-on, considering I was one of those in the story. I felt my pussy had really begun to juice up. I felt how my panties seemed to be pulling tight and realised that my pussy lips were probably swollen too. It made me make a slight movement of me squeezing my legs together.
Mike noticed it, "Naughty girl," he whispered in my ear. "Getting horny over a story, are we?"
I looked at him and smiled. "A bit," I admitted.
"Wait until later," he grinned back. "We'll fix that."
I knew what he was implying there. We were going to be fucking again in some way that that evening. Not that it was in any way a surprise, I was kind of expecting something would happen. But at that moment, the thought that we were about to do it all again, added more fuel to the fire of my growing sexual excitement. I must add that the response of my body kind of surprised me since this was only a story, words on a page in a book. But now, with Mike promising me there would be more coming my way that evening, I was getting quite horny.
