Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I've done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter and chapter 5 tell only of heterosexual encounters.
After my first meeting with a contact near Beijing from the adult dating site I used (the encounter is the subject of the previous chapter of this diary), I planned to spend four days travelling south to Shanghai where I had two contacts.
One of these contacts was an older expat American couple in their late thirties who I had only exchanged a few, very businesslike messages with on the site. According to their profile they organised frequent sex parties in which the wife, a rather attractive African-American woman from the photos, enjoyed being gangbanged (the phrase they used). They hadn't actually promised I could join one of these, but instead said they preferred to meet new people individually first to decide if they were suitable. This seemed fair enough to me before I'd left England. From Beijing we had finalised the arrangement and I was to meet them on the Friday for the "audition", with the possibility of joining one of the parties sometime soon after.
The other contact was a young straight Chinese guy, only 27 years old, who claimed on his profile that he enjoyed meeting visitors to his city and could find lots of horny local girls for them to have fun with. This seemed a little exploitative to me, not to say arrogant, but I had contacted him anyway, and he seemed friendly enough. I was desperately horny, so after he had assured me that these girls were not hookers, “compensated dates” (a phenomenon I’d read was widespread in Asia which is basically freelance, informal prostitution) or anything, I agreed to look him up when I got there. He gave me a phone number and on the Wednesday night, the night before I would reach Shanghai, I gave him a ring.
"Hi," I said. "Is that John?" John was the name he'd given me, although I was pretty certain it wasn't his real name. I'd noticed that many Chinese people had an "English name" that they choose or was given to them when they learnt English, presumably so they didn't have to put up with foreigners constantly mispronouncing their real names, although sometimes they were pretty unsuitable names.
"Hi, yes, who is this?"
"My name is Jack, we exchanged some messages online a month or two ago, if you remember?"
"Jack, Jack... From America?"
"No, from England."
"England? Oh yes! I think I remember! Are you in Shanghai now?"
"No, not yet, but I arrive tomorrow and I'll be there for a week maybe. I wondered if you still wanted to meet?"
"Yes, of course! Tomorrow at what time?"
"About 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but then I have to go to my hostel and drop my things. We don't have to meet tomorrow, any time over the next week is fine."
"Tomorrow is OK. You arrive at 5? I can meet you at 7 on Nanjing East Road near the Bund. This is the main tourist street you know?"
"Yes, I think I know, my hostel is near there. Where on Nanjing East Road?"
"By the entrance to the train station Henan Zhonglu. How will I recognise you?"
"I sent you a photo didn't I?"
"Oh yes, I think I still have that. What will you be wearing?"
"Um, jeans and a red hooded top?"
"What is a hooded top?"
"It's a type of sweater."
"A red sweater? OK, I shall meet you at 7 tomorrow then. Goodbye!"
Thursday evening I arrived and found my hostel without a problem, so I was able to drop my bag off there and then enter the crowd outside and find the meeting place more than an hour before. I did so surprisingly quickly, so then spent a while wandering around killing time until 7 o'clock. At that time I was there waiting, and after ten minutes or so, when I was starting to wonder if that was where he meant, a young, wealthy looking Chinese couple approached me.
"Hi, are you Jack?" The guy greeted me. He was about my height, well dressed, with fairly short, styled hair.
"Yes, you must be John," I replied extending my hand, feeling slightly awkward meeting someone from such a different culture like this, despite my growing experience at internet dating. "Pleased to meet you!"
"Pleased to meet you. This is a friend of mine who wanted to meet you, her English name is Juliet."
"Pleased to meet you too," I said, turning to shake hands with the attractive woman at his side. She was a few inches shorter than me, though I guessed that she must be a three or four years older than me, and was also well dressed as if she had just come from the office. Her elegant, slightly haughty facial features were framed by a long sweep of silky, straight black hair falling past her shoulders and streaked with red, not in the amateurish way of an unsuccessful bleaching as many girls have there, but in an intentional, professional style.
"Pleased to meet you," she replied, fluttering her (possibly fake) eyelashes. "Do you mind if I practice my English with you? I like to improve it."
"No, I don't mind," I answered. "Where are we going to eat?"
"I know a good place," John said, and led us off through the throng. I won't bore you with the details of the meal, other than to say that the food was very good, and the conversation similar to many I had in China with people who wanted to practice their English. Some people find it tiresome, but I quite enjoy it, even if things get a bit repetitive. In this case I had a very pretty conversation partner in Juliet, who flirted with me the whole meal in the very open way I had experienced from several Chinese girls already, telling me how handsome I was with my wide, light-coloured eyes, naturally fair hair, and so on. Both of them also spoke pretty good English so topics were not quite as limited as usual and their accents were not too indecipherable.
John insisted that I was his guest so he paid for the whole meal, which though I found awkward at first, I was more comfortable about later when I learnt that he was the son of a very rich businessman who had been able to send him to university in America. He had inherited a lucrative position at the company, so I was hardly exploiting him. It turned out Juliet was in a similar situation at a different company, though she had not studied abroad, and in fact they knew each other from business meetings.
From the restaurant we got the metro to John's apartment, which was only a few stations away in any case. The site of the apartment block immediately banished any misgivings I had about imposing on someone from a poorer country than mine, as it was clearly a place for the very wealthy. We entered the shiny marble lobby and took the lift up to the top, Juliet now holding on to both our arms and getting very giggly.
The interior of his apartment was certainly no let down from the rest of the building, far more spacious than Patrick and Ai Ling's place and far more expensively furnished. There was a huge window looking out on the colourful lights of the city, a large wide-screen TV, a leather couch and armchairs, all the furniture very modern and Western looking. All this I took in only briefly, as we passed straight through this room into John's bedroom, which was similarly well furnished with a large King-size double bed in the centre.
With no further conversation, Juliet got down on her knees in front of me and undid my fly, pulling my trousers and boxers down in one move. My pubic hair was still short stubble, only having had a few days to regrow since I shaved it the previous weekend for Ai Ling and her husband, which she seemed to like, brushing her fingers over it and examining the unhidden shape of my balls. With a smile up at me, she ducked under my expanding cock to lick them. I stroked her hair, feeling wonderfully relaxed. She look her time, working her lips upwards, letting me become fully extended before touching my head. When she did I gasped and tightened my grip on her hair, it felt so good, then relaxed again as she went down on me, moving her tongue sensually.
I glanced at John and grinned, and he smiled back, moving closer and dropping his pants once he was near, stroking his own erect cock as he watched us. There are many racist myths about Asian people, but although on average they're certainly shorter than Europeans, at least from what I saw it is an unfair slur that Asian men are poorly endowed. Of course I didn't look too closely at his, he might have got worried and called things off, and anyway the pretty woman sucking my cock soon pulled my gaze back. But from what I saw of him in action and casual observations, he was not noticeably smaller than my respectable 7 inches, though he had the disadvantage of being unshaved and so looking shorter than me as the first inch or so was hidden, unlike mine.
He said something in Chinese, presumably something along the lines of "I'm here too you know", as she pulled back, apparently reluctantly, and began to give him a blowjob, not bothering with any foreplay. I seized the opportunity to get rid of the rest of my clothes and then stood wanking with her saliva as lubricant, watching them. Much as I had enjoyed being filmed the previous weekend, and the idea that I and others could watch it all again sometime, it was a relief not to watch everything through a lens or to have to change position so the camera could get a better, porn-style view. I noticed that Juliet only used one hand, and looking for where the other was I saw the top of her wrist, the rest tucked under the waistband of her skirt and panties.
Eager to help her, I knelt down and found the fastening for the skirt, then pulled it down, letting her lift her knees alternately to let it pass off her legs. To my great delight I found she was not wearing tights but stockings, held up by suspenders, a style I found incredibly arousing. Then I saw that her lace knickers, in which her hand was still thrust, had been put on over the straps, so they could be removed without interfering with the stockings. Absorbed in my exploration, I forgot she was still in her blouse and bra, and tugged her panties down. Now I could see her pale, slender fingers lying in the thick black bush of her pussy, which was trimmed neatly from what I could glimpse down there in the shadows.
"So who do you want to fuck first, me or Jack?" John asked, breaking my attention. Juliet pulled back to answer.
"Jack," she said, and then turned to me, her fingers still in her pussy. "I want Jack to fuck me first." And she grinned at being able to speak dirty in English.
We both stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes, though I made her keep the stockings and suspenders on. She got on the bed while I bent down to the pockets of my discarded jeans to take out the condom that I'd almost forgotten in my lust. It was on by the time I was kneeling between her legs, looking down on her gorgeous, petite body, from the black tuft of hair in her crotch, over her slim frame and small but defined breasts, to her smiling face, her hair fanned out on the pillow below her head.
I fell forward on to my hands, then supported myself on just one to run my finger through her bush. It was wet, very wet - she had done a good job at getting ready! So I lowered my hips and guided my cock to her entrance, pressing it in and pulling hairs out of the way. This was no tight virgin that was for sure, as I slipped in easily, and my hand could move to her hips, pulling her close. I began to thrust, watching her face and then kissing her lips passionately. She was a little more passive than the other girls I'd had though she kissed back and gasped, and once I began moving my hands around her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her thighs, she began to respond more, thrusting up towards me.
All the time John watched us, I could see him jerking off out of the corner of my eye, but when she started to let out loud cries he climbed up on the bed and knelt by our heads. I could guess what he wanted, so I pushed myself up as far as I could, leaning on my hands either side of her stomach. He guided his dick into her mouth, and with unexpected eagerness she began to suck it, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better angle.
Her hips ground at my crotch ever more insistently, and I could feel muscles inside her contracting around me, while her nipples atop her shaking tits were hard and erect. I was glad that nearly a week free of either sex or masturbation had both been enough to let me recover from the previous weekend's excessive exertions but not enough to prevent me lasting a respectable time, which in this kind of casual encounter was proving very important. I could see John wanted a go too though, so when I felt I was nearing a climax, I let it come, groaning and grunting and forcing my eyes open to absorb the sight of her sucking cock and her shaking breasts to add to the waves of pleasure flowing from the wet meeting of our genitals.
Spent, I pulled out and made room for my new friend, who pulled a rubber on immediately and took my place. I cleaned up a bit and watched them fuck, which was enjoyable even if it wasn't enough to get me aroused again. Patrick and Ai Ling had been obviously in love, so their lovemaking, whilst lustful, had been tender, and at times even uncomfortable to watch. These two on the other hand, really seemed to only be friends, so it was interesting to see how well they knew each other, and how intense their screwing was. It lasted a while, but eventually their writhing slowed to a stop and John rolled off. After a short rest, Juliet got up and started to dress.
"I have to go now," Juliet said, stepping back into her boots. "It was very nice to meet you Jack, maybe we shall meet again before you leave Shanghai?"
"Yes, I would like that," I replied. "I will be here until sometime next week I think."
"So long! Then I shall see you again. Bye bye!"
"Bye!" I answered. She exchanged a few words in Chinese with John, then left.
"Would you like a beer?" John inquired, turning to me.
"Yes please," I replied, feeling I'd earned one. I went to sit on the couch while he took a couple of Tsingtaos from the fridge (Tsingtao is one of the best Chinese beers, in my opinion anyway), opened them and brought them over.
"What is it you say in English? Cheers?"
"Yes, cheers!" I said, and we both raised our bottles before taking a refreshing swig.
"So, you like Juliet?"
"Yes, she's very nice," I answered, then added as this seemed rather inadequate: "Very sexy too!"
"Sexy, yes. I have known her a year now, she is always very sexy, and she likes to meet Westerners. I know many more girls who want to fuck Westerners, you know? They all love you, with your big eyes, fair hair and so on, you could have any Chinese girl you want you know?"
"I have noticed that I'm very popular here, yes," I replied. This was true, often I would see girls glancing at me and giggling, they would crowd around me at tourist attractions to have their photo taken or practice their English. Many other Westerners I met in hostels had similar experiences, though I hadn't taken advantage of it until now, partly because I thought it was just curiosity towards people they didn’t see very often. I told him the feelings were mutual: "I like Chinese girls a lot too, there are so many beautiful ones."
"As beautiful as Western girls? I like Chinese girls too, but not as much as Western girls."
"I think there are pretty girls everywhere," I said to be diplomatic.
"How long did you say you were staying in Shanghai? A week?"
"Probably about a week, yes."
"If you like you can fuck girls with me every day, really, I can arrange." I tried not to look too incredulously delighted at the prospect of 7 days of sex with Asian girls.
"Well, I'm not free tomorrow as I'm meeting someone else, and I might be meeting with them again next day, but I should be free the rest of the time."
"Do you have a mobile phone? No, you don't, do you. I will lend you my old one, then I can call you when to come, I will find it for you later."
"Thanks very much! For all this, you are a very good host!"
He shook his head in modest denial. "It is very easy, so many horny girls in this city, they all want to go with Western men, and I enjoy fucking them too. So, you like Juliet? I think she will come again, and I know other girls like her, but what other girls do you like? Young girls?"
"As long as they're legal, you know, over 18..."
He laughed. "Of course, of course, I don't want to get in trouble either. But I know a few young college students, you want to fuck them?"
"Um, yes please!"
"OK, so you like young girls, what about older women, have you ever gone with older women?"
"I'm only 22, so Juliet was older. In fact all the women I've been with have been older, last weekend I was with a woman nearly 30 years old, and before then everyone I've slept with has been at least a few years older than me. Once I even fucked a 49 year old!"
"49? Wow, that's much older than I was thinking! So you like older women too? That's good, I know a few very sexy and kinky older women, though none are over 40!"
"Yeah, I wouldn't normally go for a 49 year old either... She was pretty sexy though!"
"And what kind of girls you like? Thin girls? I know some Westerners find Chinese girls too thin."
"I really don't mind. Thin girls are very pretty, but I quite like girls who aren't that thin. I've not seen any Chinese girls that are too fat, that's for sure."
"So you don't mind if they're a bit fat?"
"No, it's often quite sexy actually. The girls I do like a lot though, and haven't seen so much in China, are alternative girls."
"Yeah, you know, they listen to rock music, have strange clothes like fishnet tights and a lot of black, have their hair in funny styles, and often have their nose or lips pierced–"
"Yeah, like earrings but in the nose or lip."
"Oh, yes, I think I know the girls you mean. There aren't many in China, but I'll see if I can find some for you. How do you like to fuck?"
"How do I like to fuck?"
"Yeah, do you like anal sex, do you mind if other guys come and fuck the girls with us, do you eat pussy..."
"Oh, well, that stuff is all good, I like it all I guess." I decided I may as well tell him everything, or as much as I thought wouldn't jeopardise our new friendship. "I do like to cum on girl's faces or in their mouths, you know like in porn movies? They look so sexy afterwards..."
"Yes, I know. The Japanese like it a lot I think. I like that too, but not all girls let you. Some do though; I'll tell you before we meet them."
The conversation continued in a similar vein until we had both finished our beers. I declined a second, beginning to feel a little tired after travelling all day and then the recent session in the bedroom, so decided it was time to go. Before I left though, as promised John fished out his old phone, which was flashier and more up to date than my one at home, so that he could let me know when he had arranged meetings with girls for us.
I spent most of the next day doing tourist stuff, taking photos, the usual, until 6.30 when I was due to meet Vanessa and Herman, the American couple. Checking my email, it turned out that the place we'd arranged to meet was about 30 seconds walk from where I'd met John the day before, so I had no problem finding it, but turned up early in any case so as not to miss them. This was lucky as they had done the same.
"Howdy!" Herman said, although from the grin on his face I guessed he was being ironic rather than truly stereotypically American. As we shook hands I recognised him from one of the action shots on their profile: white, mid-forties, a little taller than me but also wider - let's be honest, fatter - and balding, the hair he had left somewhere in its transition from black to grey. Even in his business suit he managed to look a little lecherous and seedy, as his face was unshaved and no longer that handsome.
"So you must be Jack?" Vanessa, in contrast, though I knew she was approaching 40, had aged well. She was also taller than me by an inch or two, although this difference seemed about the same as the length of her heels, sported shoulder length hair with a fringe that she had left its natural black colour, an attractive face with big eyes, a wide mouth and generally very African features to match her dark brown skin. Although it was currently imprisoned in a casual, cream dress, there were still ample hints at what I knew from her photos was a very sexy body, from her long, muscular legs ending in a big round butt, through the slight curve of her stomach to her big D-cup breasts.
In the routine that was becoming familiar to me from all these meetings arranged online, they invited me to go for a meal to get to know them then if things went well we would go back to their place to "get down to business" as Herman put it. Dinner conversation was the usual, asking about my trip, my studies, and so on, though as there are more expats and just people who speak English in Shanghai, we couldn't be so sexually explicit as I had with Patrick and Ai Ling in public, implying things instead. By the time we'd finished eating though, I had confirmed that they would not be the first couple I had met with, even in Shanghai, nor the oldest, and my growing confidence in these encounters ensured that I did not come across as too shy, so I was invited back to their apartment. It was a little further out than John's, and in terms of luxury came somewhere between his and the other Chinese apartment I had visited on my travels.
"So Jack," Vanessa said in her brisk, business-like manner once we were inside and sat on the couch. "I'll explain the deal very clearly first, then if you agree we can get straight down and dirty. I love to be fucked by lots of different men, preferably at once, and my husband Herman, being the dirty old man he is, likes to watch and film. The videos are just for us and the other people in them, we don't sell them or anything, and you'll have noticed that on our profile pics we hide the faces of everyone except those who explicitly tell us we can show them." I nodded to show I understood, feeling my cock growing in my pants at her frankness.
"Now, before we let someone join in one of our gangbangs we like to give them an audition, to check that they're OK in front of the camera, with other people in the room, can last long enough, that kinda thing. You're quite a bit younger than I normally have, but we thought we'd give you a chance, so don't worry, just relax, we'll have some fun together, Herman will film and if all goes well, as I'm sure it will, we'll let you know when our next gangbang is. Sound good?"
"Sounds great," I replied, pleased to note that I had hardly any butterflies in my stomach despite this pressure, in sharp contrast to some of my early meetings with people like this.
"Awesome, let's go then!" We got up and she led me into a large room, with the usual bedroom furniture but the addition of it seemed at least one large mirror for every side.
"Are you shaved? Down there I mean?" Without any ceremony she began to strip – this was a try-out after all – and I did the same as I answered.
"Yes, although not since last weekend."
"Well, if we decide we want you, you can come earlier and shave, it looks and feels better, but for now a few days stubble won't hurt. Let's see? No, that's fine. Hmm, you look kinda small, are you sure it was your cock in those photos?"
"Yeah, it's mine, it grows quite a bit when erect."
"We'd better test that theory." Vanessa got down on her knees, already naked.
Her husband was filming, also naked, though unsurprisingly I hadn't noticed him getting undressed since all my attention had been taken by his elegant wife revealing her chocolate coloured body, particularly her voluminous breasts. With gentleness out of character with her businesslike manner, she began to massage my cock with her fingers and lick my balls. As soon as it had started to expand, she popped it into her large mouth and began to play with it using her wide tongue, and I could already see lipstick smears on the shaft. I relaxed, deciding to ignore her watching husband completely and show them what I could do. Raised eyebrows and an increase in the intensity of her sucking told me she wasn't disappointed with my size anymore, so I asked her if she would like to "do a 69."
"You wanna lick my pussy, is that it? OK, but I'm going on top."
No point in arguing when I had no objections, so I lay down on the bed, right in the middle and she straddled my head immediately, making me kiss and lick her thighs and the bald skin around her cunt before she condescended to bend back down to do her share. I was glad I had suggested this position, not just because it prolonged her expert blowjob beyond what I suspect she'd intended, nor because of my growing addiction to eating pussy (I did my best to give oral sex to all the girls John introduced me to, though there wasn't always time what with his and their other plans), but also because she seemed a bit dry. I don't claim to be a master at cunnilingus, but I must have been doing something right with my mouth as by the time she had pulled a condom on me and moved off my face, everywhere from my nose to my chin was moist from her juices.
"OK Jack," she said over her shoulder once she had shifted down to hover above my groin, "I'm gonna fuck you now, but I don't want you coming ‘til I say, got that?"
"Got it," I said. I allowed myself to watch my pale, rubber encased cock enter her dark pink pussy and disappear between her brown lips, as her big, round, black arse descended, but then I forced myself to look away. She bounced around noisily, and I did my best to thrust up, resting my hands on her rump, but that was the extent to which I could get intimate with her. It made it pretty easy to keep my mind off the fact a gorgeous, older, black woman was riding me, even with the occasional glimpses of her behind that I treated myself to.
Obviously Vanessa decided this was making it too easy for me, as barely pausing, she lifted off me, turned around still holding my dick and then re-inserted it into her slick pussy, now facing me. This gave me no choice but to watch her, reaching up to hold her gorgeous D cup tits so they wouldn't move so wildly, and no doubt painfully, and to play with them. I'm sure her earlier moans and cries were for my benefit and the video's, but if she was faking it the whole time, she was very good at it, and I was thankful her vagina was so loose as they were a big turn on.
"You're doing good Jack," she panted at me, just as the last thought crossed my mind. "How about we make things a little more interesting before we finish? Rob, get your cock in me now!" The last was delivered in a commanding tone, and I heard some movement from her husband who I'd been ignoring until then.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a tripod ready, so in the DVD of our meeting you can't see the detail of the action that followed since the camera was placed on a chest of drawers a little to the side. At the time I didn't know or care. All I could see was that she threw herself forwards on to her hands, still fucking me but with her breasts dangling down to brush my neck, her hair tickling my face as it fell forward, and her sweaty face breathing into my head. Then I felt her stop, sinking right down so I was all inside her, just as I felt her husband's weight on the mattress, his legs brushing against mine, and then his fingers sliding along the front of my shaft.
My eyes widened as I realised what was happening, and gasped almost as loud as she did when I felt his hard dick sliding into his wife's cunt on top of mine, with the help of some lubricant so the friction between the two condoms would not impede anything. He began to fuck her, but I could do very little, so I remained inside her, jammed tight against his thrusting cock. It was a strange sensation unlike anything I'd experienced even with Pat and Ai Ling the previous weekend, the long, hard shaft a sliding pressure up and down mine, while the other side of my dick was stationary but pressed into her hot internal flesh. Vanessa was now crying out all sorts of incoherent obscenities, and when I gave in to the temptation of the huge tits so close to my mouth, tentatively licking one of her nipples, she almost suffocated me clamping my head to them. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last, though whether the end would be an orgasm or my erection deflating, I wasn't sure.
Before either scenario, she cried out: "OH! I'm coming guys! Cum now! Cum now!" With an effort I tried to thrust with his speeded up thrusts, and filled my mind with her black flesh climaxing on top of me, bringing it back from its odd detachment of delaying orgasm, so that I managed to cum before her husband. He wasn't far behind though, and I can't describe the bizarre sensation of another guy's condom filling up against your own protected, and just finished ejaculating, hypersensitive cock. He withdrew immediately, obviously not liking the sensation much himself, and reluctantly she got off too so as to avoid any accidental spillages, but lay next to me breathing heavily.
"So, did I pass the audition?" I asked, once I'd recovered. Vanessa turned to her head to me, giving me a hard look.
"You passed the first part. How long before you'll be ready to go again?"
"Twenty minutes or so," I replied, not surprised that it wasn't over.
Those 20 minutes were spent in a lengthy interrogation, which I answered as truthfully as I thought prudent. Almost to the second, when my twenty minutes we up she had her lips locked around my cock once more, but I didn't let this almost sterile, mechanical approach to sex turn me off. Although aching a little, I was soon hard for a second time and positioning myself, wearing a fresh condom, between Vanessa's legs and without any problems, sliding back inside her, this time with her on hands and knees. Had her legs been any longer I doubt I could have reached just kneeling, but instead she was the perfect height, and this the perfect position.
Her husband didn't think so though, making one of his few directions when he told me to get on my feet, placing them on the outside of her legs rather than inside, bending my knees and thrusting down into her cunt, as I had seen on countless porn movies. This position was very tiring and rather impractical as I pulled right out more than once, but it did allow him to zoom right in on the action which was what he wanted. It also meant that she could squeeze her thighs together, tightening her pussy around my dick, which I couldn't object to.
I was relieved, however, when she said she wanted to change position. For a quarter of an hour I was made to fuck her in various different positions, standing with her sitting or lying on the bed, lying on top of her, on our sides with one of her legs in the air. I felt like we were going through a catalogue of sex positions, and I remember thinking once again how absurd most porn was when they changed position so often. And after all, that's what this was, porn, not real sex, but without any of the money pressure, so it was quite fun at least. Eventually I was allowed to cum, this time on Vanessa's voluminous breasts - porn right down to the money shot! I've said before how gorgeous I think women look when they've been spunked on, and she was no exception, the whitish-translucent sticky mess standing out beautifully splashed over her big black breasts.
"So, what's the verdict Vanessa, does he pass the test?" Herman said, a dirty grin on his face.
"Hell yeah! With flying colours! I'd almost forgotten how much fun young guys could be, we should meet with them more often! So Jack, would you like to come to our next gangbang? It's next Friday night, there'll be about ten guys including you now, though the rest are all much older than you, I hope that's not a problem?"
"No, that's not a problem at all, although I'm afraid I won't be able to make it as I'll be leaving here on Thursday."
"Oh, that's such a shame! If you're ever back this way let us know, maybe we can arrange something especially for you. Damn! I was looking forward to us showing the regulars I could still get the young 'uns! Well, would you like a beer before you go?" Naturally, I couldn't refuse, exhausted as I was by the evening.
Saturday turned out to be a party night at the hostel, so I decided to turn down John's offer of a girl that night and socialise with my fellow backpackers. As well as missing out on what he claimed were two gorgeous lesbians doing each other for him and another guy, I also missed out on a another meeting with Juliet, as by the time my hangover had cleared on Sunday and John had managed to get me over there she had left, a new girl keeping him company. He had promised on the phone that this girl was even more adventurous though.
"This is Angelina," John said leading me to the couch. Angelina was a bit plumper than the other girls I met through John, in fact she was of a similar build to Annie who I met in St Petersburg, though with padding in slightly different places and a couple of inches shorter. Her face was round with a short nose bridged by glasses and framed by shoulder length hair bleached further than most to a very artificial and, on a Chinese girl, rather bizarre looking blonde. Apparently she was a university friend of Juliet, so must have been about the same age.
She beamed at me and stood up from the sofa, only just reaching past my nose, despite some deadly looking white stilettos she was wearing to match her white and obscenely short leather mini-skirt. This was the kinky slut John had been telling me about who loved to take it up the ass (his words). I greeted her, not bothering to disguise the way my eyes were drawn instinctively to her cleavage, accentuated by her boob tube - really, I was getting into some very bad lecherous habits here, it would take some effort to unlearn them later. That day though, I could be as dirty-old-man-like as I wished, for Angelina was not there to practice her English for long, though she was surprisingly good, so clearly she was not just some bimbo. We'd been there barely five minutes before she was dragging me into the bedroom, tottering surprisingly fast on those heels, and pulling down my pants to suck at my cock, which had not had a chance to get aroused yet.
"Fuck my ass please," she said, once I was hard and she had shed the scanty clothing she wore except the shoes, which I stopped her taking off in a sudden attack of shoe fetishism (she looked hot in them). She got on the bed on her hands and knees, waving her big, round, fat buttocks at me. I slipped my hand between her thighs and up to her shaved pussy, feeling the spike of stubble as I pushed past and into a slimy wet, hot snatch. She moaned exaggeratedly at my touch, but I was not trying to masturbate her, in fact even if I didn't have other ideas there would be no need, she was already wet enough and from what I could tell loose and wide enough to take me.
All I wanted though was some of her juice on my fingers, which I now pulled out from their knuckle deep plunge. Dragging them over the skin below her front opening, I lay my wet forefinger on her puckered arse hole, pulling her cheeks apart with my free hand to get full access. Pushing in, I eased it inside her, getting a real gasp from her this time, her sphincter muscles tightening around my digit as I pushed it further in, then when I pulled out it at first seemed to be coming with my hand, as the finger was still gripped by it. I added a second finger, a bit rougher now that I knew she would raise no objections, then a third.
Had I not been having sex so frequently, I expect finger fucking a fat Chinese slapper's arse would have been enough to make me cum, but maybe I was being desensitised, because I had to start jerking off just to stay erect. John, meanwhile, had been undressing himself, and now passed me a condom, which I immediately unrolled on my shaft, and a tube of lubricant, which we definitely needed now as the limited lubrication from her juices had almost dried, so my hand thrusts met greater friction, even making it a bit hard to withdraw. Squeezing some over my cock, I smeared it over the shaft, and then put some more in her butt crack, sliding my fingers back in to spread it around thoroughly.
I continued to do this while I jerked off, a little more rigorously to get as hard as possible before moving forward to rest, or rather touch my head to its destination, as that was the angle it was standing to in any case. I used my thumb to push the head down through her greased anus, and then eased the rest of my length into the tight tunnel, turned on by Angelina's cries of "it's so big!" even if I doubted how genuine they were.
As it was only the previous weekend that I had first fucked a girl's arse, and I had known that it was not her first time, I didn't know how tight a virgin one would feel, but I would expect it to be tighter than this. Angelina's butt was only a bit tighter than some of the other girls' vaginas John introduced me to. There were no complaints from me though, as I slammed my hips repeatedly into her big buttocks, letting my gaze wander from my cock sliding in and out of the pink-rimmed hole between her wobbling cheeks, over her short back to her bleached hair and her rosy cheeks looking over her shoulder, until John grabbed her fringe to make her face forward and suck his cock. I grinned at him.
"This bitch is certainly as dirty as you told me," I said, perversely enjoying talking about the girl that way, even though I normally hated hearing others say it.
"Yeah," he said. "You're a total whore aren't you, Angelina?" The muffled grunt seemed to be an affirmation. I started to get into it, remembering how Annie had liked to be called a slut, I accompanied my insults with playful slaps, nothing too hard as I didn't want to hurt her, but enough to surprise her and make a nice loud sound.
"OK Jack," John said, pushing Angelina dismissively away to pull on a rubber of his own, "I want to fuck her too now. You wanna take my place?"
"Are you gonna fuck her arse or pussy?" I replied, still thrusting. "Cos I'd prefer to fuck either of those two holes really."
"Well, you're already in her ass, you'd have to change condom to go anywhere else. Anyway, I don't much like anal sex. I'm going on top though."
"OK," I agreed, and pulled out while we rearranged ourselves, me lying flat on the bed, Angelina finally taking of those heels so she could squat and lower her bum back on my dick, but still facing away from me. Then John knelt between both our spread legs and rammed straight in, thrusting hard and fast like a pneumatic drill, the shock of each entry going through Angelina to me.
To begin with this left little room for me to thrust at all, but once Angelina had settled and started to thrust up to meet thrusts or at least encourage them, I could start driving my pole up into her, though much slower than before. I made up for speed by reaching around and gripping both of the girl's breasts in my hands, pulling her top half down close to me to better grope her tits and hear her moans and cries from being fucked in two holes simultaneously. Her head fell back and we could kiss, or at least lick each other’s tongues. John's face was contorted with concentration, and I thought he would cum fast, the way he was going, but he kept it up for what seemed like a long time, though this may have been because my position only really gave me enough stimulation to stay hard, despite this being the enactment of a long held fantasy of mine, and I'm sure many other guys.
"Finally!" I thought when John's expression changed to the ecstasy of orgasm, accompanied by a sigh of relief, pulling Angelina closer to him as he came deep inside her. As soon as he had pulled out I moved my right hand down from her chest, first to arrange her more comfortably and encourage her to raise herself a bit higher on her legs to give me more room, and then to her cunt, slippery from all that action. I thrust up violently into her arse, and accompanied it with vigorous fingering in her front hole and more gently (despite my desire to treat her roughly as she seemed to want) rubbing her swollen clitoris. She seemed to like this, grinding her hips in a circular motion to encourage me, not that I needed it, as my enthusiasm had soon tipped us on to our sides. Here I could fuck her even harder, pushing my chest away from her back to get a better angle, and freeing my left hand to pull her hair, so I could see her face better, her glasses knocked askew.
In turn, she locked her thighs together and brought her knees up, her flesh tightening around my fingers and her sphincter squeezing me even more firmly. Predictably, in this position with her animalistic shrieks, I climaxed quickly, ramming deep inside her and stopping, allowing the contraction of her muscles to bring the full force of my orgasm out. I made sure to pull out before I softened even a little, as the tightness around my shaft now felt enough to pull any condom right off, especially one so full of spunk. To her surprise, I thanked Angelina with a deep, long kiss.
Of all the girls John managed to find for me, by far my favourite was one who went by the name of Britney (yes, many Chinese people pick their English name according to their favourite Western celebrity - I even met a "Pamela", who while she certainly didn't have boobs as huge as that name might suggest, was in my opinion far more beautiful and attractive). This may well be because she is the only one I met on my own, so I had more opportunity to relate to her, whereas with the others a meeting tended to consist of a short, standard conversation to practice their English followed by them being spit-roasted by their host and honoured guest.
On the other hand, Monday night when I met Britney, John slipped out of the apartment the moment I arrived, waving vaguely at the couch, saying he was late for an important business meeting and to enjoy myself, he would be back in a few hours. Bewildered both by the suddenness of his exit and his trust in me, whom he had after all only met the previous week, I turned to the couch. The girl seemed nervous, so I walked forward and extended my hand.
"My name's Jack, how are you?"
"Hi Jack, pleased to meet you," she had a strong, clipped Chinese accent, but otherwise spoke English confidently. "My name is Britney."
"Pleased to meet you Britney."
We sat down on the couch. She had obviously made an effort to look good for our meeting, wearing a dark red outfit consisting of a jacket and matching knee-length skirt, and I complimented her on it. She blushed, and nervously tucked her hair behind her small ears, sweeping it out of her face and looking at her shoes. She was my height, and looked about my age too, though I found out that she was a couple of years older.
Once we started chatting she became less shy, and I saw that though she wasn't as stunningly beautiful as a Chinese movie star, her more rounded features were still very pretty in other ways. Her English was very good, far better than most English teachers that I had met (for it turned out that was what she was), better even than the English professor. This meant we could talk for much longer about far more subjects, until the tea John had provided us with was getting cold. So involved was our conversation that I'd almost forgotten why we were meeting, and considering her shyness I was surprised she was the first to bring it up, particularly the way she did it.
"Do you really have a long cock?" she asked suddenly without warning.
"Huh? Oh, well, yes, it's a decent size," I replied, nonplussed.
"Because I met with an African guy recently who said he had 6 inches but it turned out to be really four, and he was rubbish. I have a vibrator if I want shallow penetration."
"Yeah? What kind of vibrator?" Girl's toys have always fascinated me.
"It's called a ‘rabbit’. I can show you if you like."
"You have it with you?"
"I always have it with me," she replied without blushing, opened the handbag at her side and withdrew a pink cylinder to show me.
No doubt you have seen pictures of "the rabbit", it seems to be one of the most popular vibrators for women. I'll just jog your memory: it's the one shaped like a cock but with an extra arm that comes out at the base to stimulate the clitoris, with two "ears" that vibrate, and in this case rotating beads in the shaft that moved under the jelly skin while the head squirmed in a circular motion. I had never seen one up close before, and now I found myself wishing I had the genitals to really appreciate it.
"Can I watch you using it?" I asked, handing it back.
"You want to watch me... doing it? On my own?"
"Yeah. Just for a bit. Then I promise you I'll fuck you as deep as I can."
"OK," she said after a moment's hesitation, and started to undress. I stopped her.
"Not here. Let's go into the bedroom."
I stood up and took her free hand, leading her to the bed like it was my own apartment. I switched the light on and closed the door to make it more intimate, then planted a kiss on her lips, softly at first. She responded, so my hands left hers and encircled her back, pulling her closer to me in a passionate embrace. Slowly, far slower than with any of my other partners, we began to undress each other, and I think we both felt there was a certain spark there. Who knows, if we had met under slightly different, less lustful circumstances, we might have fallen in love. Sex with Britney was certainly more tender and passionate than with any others so far.
Our clothes discarded and our bodies laid out on the bed, we continued our kiss, my hands exploring her naked body. Unlike many Chinese girls, she was not as thin as a rake, but nor was she as plump as Angelina or Annie. Instead there was what I consider a healthy amount of flesh - enough to both feel and look attractive, exemplified by her breasts that were a decent D cup but well formed, fitting delightfully in my hand as I squeezed gently, the erect nipple tickling my palm.
I moved naturally and instinctively, kissing down her neck to her breasts, which the hand on the back of my head told me she liked. I certainly did, my dick already hardening before I'd moved on to the next nipple. With the hand I wasn't leaning on, I pulled my foreskin back and forth, urging myself fully erect before I pulled away from Britney to kneel up, looking down on her.
"Is this big enough for you?" I asked, keeping one hand around my stiff seven inch. She smiled and nodded, turning on the vibrator she'd held in her hand throughout our foreplay, and brought it down to the dark hair of her pussy.
Thanks to my addiction to porn, I had naturally seen plenty of videos of girls pleasuring themselves, some more realistically than others, and at Patrick and Ai Ling's I had seen a women finger herself, not to mention some of the girls here in Shanghai. But as I knelt jerking off, watching Britney tease herself with her toy was something different. To begin with she simply held the vibrating arm in her hair, lifting it or lowering it closer to her as she wished. Then she pressed a button and the sound changed, so I guessed the speed must have been turned up, and she changed the angle from the full length against her crotch to just the wriggling head that she moved slowly between her lips and the area around her clitoris, though never touching it. Her hairs were glistening now, so she must have been getting wet.
With her other hand she pulled her pussy lips apart, brushing hairs out of the way as she did so, and with another change in vibration speed that made her gasp softly, she began to insert it, but only the head, then withdrew it. Each time it went in a little further, until with two inches in she withdrew it again and rubbed it around the edges, moaning. All the while I had just been using my foreskin to masturbate, but now I spat on my palm for lubrication, going slowly though as I didn't want to go too far, there wouldn't be time for a second go tonight if I came early.
With a little cry she slid the whole length inside her, so that the clitoris stimulating arm was level with its intended destination, then she twisted slightly and it was resting lightly next to the swollen mound of flesh. When she began bucking with her hips and her moans had become constant, I once more bent down to lick her still hard nipples, caressing her hair with my right hand and stroking her thigh with my right, letting her continue to pleasure herself as she was clearly the expert, but brushing my cock against her side. A hand grabbed it firmly, and the vibrator was withdrawn, its buzzing silenced.
"Fuck me Jack," she whispered, pulling me from her breasts. "Fuck me deep. Now!"
I fumbled for the packet of condoms I'd seen on the bedside table, but couldn't find it. Britney reached across and pulled a pack from her handbag. They were a brand I didn't know, with dots to "enhance her pleasure" according to the packet. I took one out and got it on fast, then got between her legs. I paused, rubbing my shaft across her wet slit to make sure it was ready, and to give me time to think. I had glanced at various sex guides but never very closely, but now I needed a position that would allow me to go deep. Various diagrams and photos flitted through my mind, and I thought I had the general idea.
"You want me to fuck you deep Britney?" I asked and she nodded impatiently. "OK, let's try like this. Lift your legs up. Higher, right to my shoulders. OK, let me know if it's too deep."
Britney had to push my dick down into her hole, as my hands were busy holding her ankles, but once inside the going was easy. I held her legs up and spread, lifting her butt on to my kneeling legs, and leaning forward. She gasped and bit her lip, so I presumed it was going as deep as she wanted it. It was a bit of a strange angle, one I would not have thought practical, as I had little room to thrust, but once I started to lean even further forward, lifting all her lower back off the bed and kneeling up I could thrust down and deep.
There was the added bonus of my view of the action being unobstructed, though this time I only snatched a few glances, concentrating instead on Britney's face, flushing red. I let go of her ankles first, grabbing her legs lower down, then with her legs still over my arms, I put them either side of her. This kept her cunt wide and easy to penetrate, so I could come very far out and still slam deep back into her, the position of her legs allowing me to go so far in the shaved area above my cock was slapping into her clitoris, smearing vaginal juice on me.
Britney was essentially trapped this way, barely able to move her legs other than between resting on my shoulders or on my upper arms, and her arms were also limited in movement, although she could use her hands to encourage me to keep fucking her. She was not overly noisy, but the sounds that did escape her, sighs, gasps and moans, were highly erotic. Whether she could feel the raised dots on the rubber, I never found out, but actually they enhanced the pleasure for me.
Suddenly she began arching her back, such as she could, her expression contorting more, and from the contraction around my cock, I guessed she must be cumming. It was such a relief, as I had been withholding mine for about as long as I could, that I moaned loudly in gratitude and felt myself erupt, pushing down and in one last time, arching my back to get it as far in as possible, as I felt jet after jet of semen shoot out of my cock to drown the head inside the johnny.
Carefully, remaining inside her, I disentangled our limbs, and lowered myself to kiss her, panting. Arms squeezed me tight, and legs wrapped around me in a full body hug. We lay together for some time, talking softly and tenderly, promising to meet again the next day, although at her place rather than here, as she didn't want to be shared with John. We stayed until John walked in on us with a girl of his own, having returned from his meeting. Giggling, Britney and I got dressed and left together. The following night is one I still treasure, and the memory still occasionally makes me consider returning to China, but for that reason this is not the place for me to share it
Wednesday, my last full day in Shanghai, I spent doing more tourist stuff, although I was rapidly losing interest in it. The day was made to drag on even longer by John, who phoned me to say he had found some girls for that evening and to drop by his place around six. For the rest of the day I could think of little else, and ended up arriving ten minutes earlier.
"Hi Jack," John answered the door. "You're early! Juliet isn't here yet, but you can meet two new girls, I picked them up today at the university. They don't speak so good English, but want to practice."
I entered the room and saw two very young and slightly nervous looking girls sat together on the couch clutching cups of tea.
"Are you sure they're over 18?" I asked him quietly, finding it hard to believe.
"Yeah, sure, I've seen their ID, you can check too if you want. Why, are they too young?"
"No, no, they're very pretty, I was just checking." I turned to them. "Hi, my name is Jack, what are your names?" I addressed them now, smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring manner.
"I am Tswaylee and this is my friend Tswaytsway," the one on the left replied (or that’s what it sounded like), blushing while the other giggled nervously, hiding her face in her hands and peeping through her fingers.
The one who spoke had a typically Chinese "moon face" with quite a short nose, framed by silky black hair down to her neck, while the other girl had a delicate, quite stunningly pretty face, very innocent looking, with her long black hair in two loose pigtails that were draped over each shoulder of her lime green jacket. Both were very petite, almost a foot shorter than me, though the one on the left looked a little taller than her friend, and wore fashionable looking jeans and tops.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," I replied, and there followed several minutes of much laughter and confusion as I tried to pronounce their names. Finally John took pity on me and wrote them out in pinyin, the standardised phonetic spelling of Chinese: Cui Cui and Cui Li, pronounced more or less as written above. I now appreciated why so many Chinese people chose to have an English name, a stage which it seemed these two hadn't yet reached in their English education.
By the time I managed to pronounce them in a way they could recognise, Juliet had arrived and was flirting with John. Cui Cui was the first to notice my boner, suddenly smiling and reaching out with her small hand to trace the shape through my jeans with her thumb and forefinger. I raised my eyebrows.
"You like that do you?" They both burst into a fit of giggles. Cui Li reached out too and forced her face into a serious expression.
"What is it called?"
"This? It's a cock."
"Cock?" And they both started giggling again. It was infectious, and rather than make me nervous was a real turn on.
"I like to eat cock," Cui Cui managed to get out, blushing and giggling some more.
"No, that would be painful," I corrected. "You should say 'I like to suck cock'. Go on."
"I like to suck cock," they said in unison, and even I was laughing now. "I want to suck your cock," Cui Li tried.
"OK,” I said.
I stood up, dropped my trousers and pants, and turned to face them, both flushed and still giggling, their eyes wide and suddenly shy and nervous again. But Cui Li seemed to get a grip of herself, and reached her hand out to touch my naked, erect dick. Her fingers were cold and thin, making my penis look even bigger in comparison. They exchanged some words in Chinese, and the other girl also started to touch it, moving next to her friend. They weren't laughing now, though they were still smiling gorgeous dimpled smiles. Cui Li kissed it first, giggling and then they both did, at the base of the shaft.
I started to play with their hair, Cui Cui's long silky hair running through the fingers of one hand, Cui Li's brushing against the palm of the other. Despite her innocent face it became clear that Cui Cui was the more experienced and adventurous of the two, being the first to take the head in her mouth and the first to remove her top and get her tits out, though her friend was far from unwilling in following her lead.
They seemed to enjoy sucking, and I certainly enjoyed watching, but that wasn't all I wanted that day, so I pushed them away gently and squeezed between them on the sofa after removing my t-shirt. As I turned to give Cui Cui a kiss, I caught sight of John having his own cock sucked by Juliet, but with two nubile little minxes of my own to play with, it didn't draw my attention. Their lips were soft and yielding, letting my tongue invade them, and I did my best to let my hands wander equally over them both, resisting the temptation to lavish all my time on Cui Cui.
Their nipples were already hard, their breasts fitting perfectly in my hands, though it seemed Cui Li was too sensitive to enjoy having her nipples licked directly, flinching when I tried, so I concentrated on other parts of her chest. My hands wandered ever downwards, stroking their thighs through their jeans, and I was surprised when both gave an immediate, automatic thrusting reaction.
Intent on not letting Cui Li feel put off by the presence of her more attractive friend, I started to remove her jeans first, but Cui Cui immediately dropped hers. I was now in something of an uncomfortable, hunched position, licking their C cup breasts and kissing both of them alternately. My attention was drawn more to the smooth touch of their bare skin under my fingers, stroking up their inner thighs to the borders of their pubic hair, Cui Li's coming sooner as she had not waxed like her friend to hide her black curls when wearing a bikini.
Cui Cui grabbed my dick and started jerking me off, so I decided to up the ante too, meshing my fingers into their bushes. Both were pretty wet, although I was surprised to find that it was Cui Li who was the wettest, juice practically dripping out of her vagina. With my middle and ring fingers I lightly stroked up their vulva lips, sensing the subtle differences in shape and texture between the two, using the moisture for lubrication and pleased when I noticed more was coming. Already they were both moaning and sighing, no longer attempting to speak any English, and they were so cute, the scent of their pussies so tempting, that I decided I had to taste them.
As they were sitting side by side I had to first get them to move the two legs that were touching or I would not be as able to flit between each of them very quickly, nor could I finger the one not feeling my tongue. They obligingly followed the directions of my hands, even if they didn't understand my words, settling into a cute meshed position with each girl's leg held up by the other's hand under her knee. Now I began to lick through their hair to their clitoris, starting with Cui Cui since her friend was already so wet.
I inserted my middle fingers in each of their cunts, sliding them both in and out even if I couldn’t be licking them both at once. They taste different, both from each other and from others I had tasted, though I am at a loss to describe them. I was gentle, wanting this to just be foreplay, but I continued to swap between them as from the tightness around my fingers I knew they would need to be very wet if I was to avoid hurting them.
Once I could slide two fingers in and out of each of them, I was satisfied, and pulled on a condom. Kneeling up, I pulled Cui Li forward a little by her waist, and carefully began to enter, watching her face for any sign of pain. It was a tight fit, but not as tight as I had expected once I was all the way inside her – apparently I was not her first, which as was happy about since it would not have been the best way for a girl to lose her virginity. I began to thrust in and out, her friend watching beside her and murmuring something in Chinese.
A noise behind distracted me, and I saw John fucking Juliet doggy style on the floor, but I turned my attention back to my partners, as I had just slipped out. Leaning forward and lifting myself up on my toes to get a better angle, I began fucking her harder, turned on by her little squeaks, pausing now and again fully inside her to let her grind her clitoris against me. My head bent down so I could lick and suck at her nipples, I then leaned to the side to give the same attention to Cui Cui, who I noticed was using her own fingers in the absence of my cock. When I felt Cui Li cease to buck, either from having an orgasm or just to rest, either way I decide her friend should have a go - I had resisted her long enough. Seeing me withdraw Cui Cui immediately drew up her legs to give me full access and beckoned me in with her hands saying "My turn! My turn!"
Again I was careful to begin with, actually having some difficulty with the initial penetration, but once some hairs had been pulled out of the way things went smoothly. She was much more vocal than her friend, pulling me close to her and giving me a wet, tongue-filled kiss, then bringing me down to her breasts, wrapping her legs around me to keep me in place so all I could do for Cui Li was squeeze her small breasts. Approaching orgasm gave me the reason and strength to pull out of her embrace, sliding my wet, rubber-clad member over her thighs and then repositioning myself between Cui Li's legs again, teasing her by brushing the head amongst her pubic hair and over her swollen pussy lips to give myself a chance to recover before re-entering her.
I let the girl do most of the work, rubbing her hair into mine, not wanting to cum yet. Cui Cui wasn't helping with her loud cries from the pleasure she was giving herself, or the way her flushed screwed up face was so sexily framed by the loose long pigtails. Cui Li also started to join her in being noisier, her cries higher pitched and shorter. Again I let her get to a point where she seemed either to have climaxed or exhausted herself before swapping back to Cui Cui. Cui Cui was as eager as before, and wouldn't let me rest in order to last longer. In response I decided to fuck her as hard and fast as I could, supporting myself on my arms against the back of the couch and lifting myself right up and out straight, slamming down into her.
For some reason this did actually push my orgasm back, but not for long, and soon I could feel the inescapable burning sensation and gasped as I started to cum, filling the condom but continuing to pound her long after my ejaculations had subsided, until it felt like the sheath was slipping off. I pulled out and collapsed next to her, panting, watching the room come slowly back into focus. John was still fucking Juliet, but when the two small sweaty bodies next to me started to cuddle up I had no regrets. We chatted for a while, once our contented silence had been broken, and I began to teach them words and phrases to use during sex. The other two came to join us shortly, and with Juliet's encouragement I taught them more and more kinky things to say, as far as I could think of them.
"What does it mean?" Cui Li asked when I got them to say "Cum on my face."
"Well, when a guy ejaculates," I began, as saw that this didn't help. "I cum at the end of sex, and semen spurts from my cock," I illustrated with hand gestures. "So if you say 'cum on my face' I will spurt my semen on your face."
Cui Li gasped and made a disgusted face before giggling when Cui Cui did an exaggerated impression of herself having an orgasm and yelling "cum on my face!" Juliet looked thoughtful.
"Do guys like that?" She asked.
"Yeah! Well some do. I think it looks really sexy."
"Maybe we can try later," she said.
"You want try?" Cui Li stared at her.
"Yes," was the answer, and she said something else in Chinese, the other two giggled, but nervously, and had a rapid conversation in Mandarin.
"We want to try too," Cui Cui said finally, once they'd finished talking, the two youngest girls looking serious to prove they weren't joking.
"You don't have to," I began.
"But we want!" Cui Li interjected, eyes wide. The mere thought of it sent my dick twitching.
"OK," I said. "Later."
We continued chatting, stroking the girls' bodies. John seemed to have decided he wanted Cui Cui next, which was a shame as she was by far the cutest girl I'd ever had sex with, but my disappointment soon evaporated under the hands of Juliet and Cui Li, who combined to get blood pumping back into my penis. With me hard and protected by a new condom, Juliet and Cui Li took it in turns to mount and ride me, both their soft bodies caressing and pressing against me. Most of the time this kept me from being distracted by the noises John and Cui Cui were making as they fucked in some very interesting positions.
When my two girls started to tire and I was still no nearer to a second orgasm, they pulled me off the couch and lay side by side on the carpet with their legs held up and spread, inviting me to fuck them as hard as I liked. This I was now ready to do, changing between them every time I felt things getting too close as before. Cui Cui joined the line and John knelt next to me, so that it became something of a game with us two guys swapping around to fuck which ever girl cried out the loudest.
As promised though, when Cui Cui noticed that I was getting very close each time, she began calling out "Cum on my face!" in her clipped Chinese accent. Seizing the opportunity, I ripped off the condom and knelt down on one knee as the three girls, all taking up the cry and giggling, though looking rather nervous and apprehensive, propped themselves up on their arms to be level with my crotch on Cui Cui's side, and with John's, who had assumed a similar posture to me on Juliet's.
We were both pumping our cocks, realising why there was usually such a long break between porn stars pulling out and the arrival of the "money shot". With a gasp I came, ejaculating right into Cui Cui's open mouth. Her friend let out a muffled squeal as I aimed my next shot at her, mouth and eyes squeezed shut so she couldn't see it coming. John started to cum too, streaking Juliet's face and breast before trying to reach the girls further away. I managed a few more spurts, mostly on to Cui Cui, a few drops splashing into her gorgeously sleek hair, the quantity surprising me for a second orgasm.
When Cui Cui took me into her mouth though, and looked up at me with her sweet, pretty, and now cum-splattered face, I felt I was cumming again, though only a little oozed out into her mouth. Now the girls found it hilariously funny, insisting John take photos of the four of us, naked and covered in cum, then started flicking it and smearing it on each other, and even me and John. Spread over such a large area, it soon dried out, so we had to go into the bathroom to wash, an activity that soon degenerated into a hysterical water fight. A great end to a decadent week in Shanghai I felt!