This part of my story contains just straight sex. If you are offended by any of this, or it is illegal in your area to read this, then please leave or hit the "Back Space" now. Names have been changed to protect the persons mentioned.
The section of this story is fact, but some parts have been "embellished" slightly to make for a better read.
I was getting out of this country, away from these corrupt women and their cheating ways. Maybe I was being paranoid, but to me this was the last time I would ever come to a country like this. I wanted my life back, I needed my sanity, I did not want to talk to people who were not normal, western, English speaking people, I wanted to be with civilised people once more...............
When I arrived back home I contacted my brother, and he agreed to put me up until I could find a place of my own. At least I had a little money now, and had cleaned my act up, so it would not be for long, nor would it be difficult for me. After a week I found a room in a house, where the toilet, bathroom and kitchen were all shared with 3 others, and moved my few belongings in and began to look for a job. The house was only 15 minutes away from my ex and kids, so I was happy that I could go and visit the kids, as long as the ex was happy.
This gave me a good feeling, knowing I had familiar faces around me and I was in an area that I had lived for many years.
Over the next few months I visited them often and helped out with the kids, the shopping etc, even staying and cooking a few meals for them when the ex was busy. Life was once again good. The funny thing was, I actually enjoyed being "almost" like a regular dad once more, but I did really miss all the travel and fun. Even the ex (Joyce) and I started to get on well once more. We often sat at night and talked about all the problems we had been through, our break-up, and how life had changed so much for us both. She even said that she did love me, it was just that she felt she could not live with me. It was around the second week when I suddenly remembered that she had left me for another woman. But where was this woman now. After carefully bringing up the subject, she told me that it did not work out because she had missed getting some cock, and that she had been alone since just after I had left the country.
Joyce and I began to get friendly and all seemed good to me. I had told her of my experiences and the troubles I had had since last seeing her. She in turn said she knew I would let my cock lead my life, and I would have much trouble. As for her, she said she was now seeing four different guys, and all were married men. She felt that she did not want to settle down, nor did she want a guy running her life. She felt a married man was safer, as she could always get rid of him easily. I wished I was married, for I still got excited when I remembered all the times we fucked, the way she could get me excited etc., it would be good if I had a wife somewhere here and Joyce would let me fuck with her as well.
After being back home for almost five months, I began to get irritable and restless, I was easily annoyed, but I did not know why. One day, while talking to a guy I had known for many years, we were talking about all my travelling, and he said he was very envious, how he wished he could do the same. He was actually not even talking about the sex side of my travels, just all the new and exciting places that I had seen, the chance to see much of the world. It was then that I realised I was not done with my wandering days. I also began to know that I had been wrong in "going off" of China. After all, 1.3 billon peole, and I met 2 evil women, why should I blame the whole country for them. I started to plan my next adventure, and even decided that China would be my first port of call, but this time I would go to a new Province.
Once I found a job, I cleaned up my room, gave notice and waited for the day to come. As my rent was paid up to the Sunday, and my flight was on the following Wednesday, Joyce agreed to let me sleep on the lounge so as to save on a hotel room for the last few days. It was great to be actually staying in the house with her and the kids, even if on a lounge. On the last night I cooked a special meal to say goodbye to them once more, and after we finished, Joyce and I sat in the lounge room and opened a bottle of wine. It was lke us saying goodbye in a nice and friendly way, instead of the last time we parted company. I was at peace with the world.
After the kids went to bed, we were talking about what lay ahead for us both, and she said she knew I would get into trouble again. I insisted that there was no way I would have those troubles again. From now on I was going to enjoy myself, stay away from women (unless a prostitute), I certainly did not want a girlfriend, and certainly not one from China. Just as Joyce was about to go to bed, I asked her to wait a moment, I went to my bag and retrieved a small going away gift I had got for her. It was a small locket, and inside was a picture of us on our wedding day. I told her it was my way of saying that we were once again friends, there were no hard feelings, and that she should just try to remember the good times we had. She began to shed a few tears.
A few minutes after going to her room, she returned and said that she was sorry she had not thought of a present for me, but had come up with one on short notice. I was bewildered as she did not have anything in her hands. My eyes popped open wide when she dropped her nighte from her shoulders, she was stark naked in front of me. I asked was she sure, and she said that as she had not been seeing anyone for a month or so, she was feeling horny, knew that we still loved each other, so could not think of a better way to say goodbye to me.
I sat her down and then removed my shorts. I knelt between her legs, gently pushed her head backwards, and I went down and tasted her sweet hole. It had been so long since I had smelt that nice aroma from her love home, and it had also been almost five months since I had been with anyone in a sexual way. I slowly licked around her opening before testing further inside. I was in heaven and she seemed to be getting very worked up as well. She asked me to stop as she was in great need of my cock inside of her. I was also eager, so I laid her out on the lounge and mounted her, not wasting time I drove my rigid member into her wet slippery cunt. I began to slowly work my way in and out, taking my time to savour this feeling, this wonderfully nice orifice that I had not tasted in so long. A few moments later she began to shudder and arched her back up and spewed her love juice all over my tool. I could not take it, I began to pump harder and faster and in a matter of moments joined her in unleashing my juice deep inside her cunt. I guess from the time I entered until I came, was only a matter of a few minutes, but a few minutes that I would remember for a long time. She kissed me, thanked me and was gone to bed in a matter of moments. It was now midnight, and I had to be at the airport at 4am.
At 3am the alarm went off, I showered, dressed and opened the front door to wait for the taxi. By 3:50 I had arrived and soon after was on a plane to Sydney to get my connecting flight to Beijing. By 9am I was on my way and soon coming to realise that I had fucked my ex wife only a few hours before. Was it real? Had I be dreaming all of this? At that time I could not tell truth from fantasy, but it sure did make my flight more enjoyable, as well as the time going quicker. I was met by a representative of the placement office and taken to a hotel. Over the next 5 days I was taken to many wonderful places and shown so much about this place and its history. It certaily was different to the two places I had so far been too, this was a big modern city with all the western trappings.
On the 6th day I was taken to the airport and put on a plane to take me to another Province where I would be met by the school I was to work for this time. The town was large and had many modern, western places, so I was looking forward to my next year in China. As we drove through the city I asked how long to the school, only to be told it was a 3 hour drive. The further we went, the smaller everything became. I was once again heading out into the backwaters of the Chinese countryside. Damn, and I thought I was to be in a large city this time. I was wrong, the town I was taken too was even smaller then my first place in China. There was not even one western style shop and they only had one hotel that was even remotely like a western one. It had a 3-star rating, but in my country it would have been maybe a one and a half star. This was going to be a lonely old time once more for me. I had already started thinking of a way out of here.
The day after arriving I was introduced to the other foreign teacher who had arrived that morning. As it turned out the "other" teacher, was in fact my older brother, who had decided to try his hand at teaching, as well as continue his travels after having been in Europe for the last few months. We were living next door to each other in the school, and this was strange as I had maybe only seen him twice in the last 10 years. We had to travel to China to meet up again, very strange. Anyway, about a week later he received a call from a Chinese English teacher from another school. Apparently she had met the previous foreigners and did not know they had left. After some small talk and finding that there were two brothers here now, she asked could she bring a friend and come to visit us.
A week later we were waiting at the front gate for these two "teachers" to arrive. Their taxi turned up and my first impressions were as follows:- One (Vera) was very skinny, about 23 or 24, had a great big friendly smile on her face, not very tall at all, and basically very plain looking. I could not tell if she had a nice figure, big tits etc., as it was winter and they were both covered in, who knows how many, layers of clothing. The other ( who was a Math teacher and did not have an English name) was a bit taller, maybe 5'5", appeared to be carrying more then a few extra pounds. It was hard to tell what her looks were like as she had her make-up on so thick. I could not tell what was real and what was not. She appeared to be around 30 years old or so. Vera began to speak right away and introduced her and her friend, whereas the friend did not seem to be able to speak more than a few basic words, and kept quiet.
We agreed to get in the taxi and go to town (which was more like a small village) and have a walk around and get to know each other. Vera attached herself to me quickly and never seemed to shut her mouth. She kept asking me questions, one after another, she seemed to be trying to find out my life story in a matter of moments. This was making me very nervous, for I knew if I began to open up, it would not be long before I was in a mess with another Chinese woman. After about 10 minutes of her trying to get me to speak, she gave up and said maybe I should talk with her friend, and she would speak with my brother. As the friend did not seem to speak much, and understood even less, I was more relaxed now. Slowly I began to ask her a few questions just to be sociable. After helping us to locate and buy some needed items for our kitchens and such, they put us in a taxi and gave the driver the address we needed. They promised to call us soon.
The following Friday night, at around 6pm, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, the two women, as well as another two, were standing at my door and wanted to know if we had time to chat. I told them my brother was in town with some students, but if they wished they could come in for a while and wait. The two other women were also English teachers and they and Vera asked me many questions about my country, travels and such. Then they asked if I could give their friend an English name so as to make it easier for me to address her. After finding out her name and what it meant (Chrysanthemum Flower), I suggested that Christine, Chrissy or even just Chris would be a nice choice. She chose Chris. Part of the reason they had come was to see if one of us would be interested in helping Chris to improve her English. Here I go again, I thought, but then, realised that maybe this was really just a matter of helping out another teacher to improve her skills, so I agreed. We made arrangements for her to visit me two times a week when she did not have night classes, Tuesday and Friday.
The following Tuesday, Chris, Vera and yet another woman turned up at my home. I tried to engage Chris in a conversation, but every time I spoke, and each time she tried, the others kept translating it all for us. This happened over the next four nights when they came. Finally, on the fifth night, I asked Chris directly if she was serious about trying to improve. She said she was, so I turned to the others and said that in future they were not to come, as they never gave her a chance to speak. Chris seemed upset by this, but after explaining that it was the best way, she agreed.
Tuesday night approached and at the appointed hour Chris arrived. She sat in a seat across from me and looked very nervous. I told her there was not a problem and then she slowly informed me that it was "not proper" for a single girl to be alone with a single guy, and as I was a foreigner, it made things more difficult for her. It turned out that I was the first foreigner she had ever spoken with. Hmmm, I had not realised they were so formal about things lke that in her town. I suggested that maybe we could just go for a walk, and that way things would not seem so bad. She agreed and we set off out the front gate and began to walk towards the town. Thinking she would take me to the busy part of town, I was surprised that she kept me in the smaller, out-of-the-way streets. I could not understand, but tought maybe it was so that not too many people saw her with me. I was correct, on the next night she told me she was scared of what people would say about her. The following week she said it may be better if we just stayed at the house and had our chats.
Over the next two months this continued and I started to feel a close "bond" with her, but, as this was not in my plans, and this sort of thing had already cost me dearly, I decided ( at long last) that it was best to say nothing. After all, she was a lot younger than me, like the previous women I had come in contact with, and I knew I would end up being hurt once again if I allowed this woman to get too close to me.
Every time she came to visit was at night because she worked during the days. Because of this I showed the "ususal western manners" and made sure she either got in a taxi or a bus back to her school. This only happened a few times as Chris did not believe in paying the ridiculus taxi fares (about $1AUD) as it was a waste of money. She would not let me pay either. For her to get a bus home it meant one bus from my school, then either walk or change buses to her school. And this would have cost RMB2 (about 33 cents AUD). So there was no way around it but to walk her home myself, to make sure she got home OK and I was seen to be a "Gentleman". Hahaha, what a joke now I understand better. This had actually made her look bad under Chinese culture, to be seen walking with a man.
The walk to her school would usually take an hour, but the return trip, alone, would take me 20 to 30 minutes. Guess either she walked very slow or we both dragged out the walk so we could talk longer. The later, at first, was the case. We had now been doing this for about 3 months and as usual she would turn up, we would have a small bite to eat, do some general talking, then sit in the TV room and start with the "bookwork". It was around this time that she said something that truely amazed and stunned me. It started when she said she wanted to tell me something, but she seemed to hesitate, and then started to shed a few tears. I was not prepared for her reasons and comments, when after some time she agreed to tell me what the problem was.
"Graham, I know you will be angry and upset with me, but I feel I can't keep doing this, and not tell you what I am feeling." she said to me.
I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong, and decided that it was obviouly something I had said over the last few months, and she understood that I had feelings for her. I was scared as hell, as I had actually enjoyed her company immensely and did not want to lose this friend. I had also put any hopes of her liking me out of my mind and was happy to just have her as a friend. It looked liked I had killed any chances of this continuing and was worried about what she would say next when she started to cry and said; "Graham, I think I am falling in love with you!" I could not believe what she had just said. Was I crazy? Did she just say she was falling in love with me?
Over the next 30 minutes, maybe an hour, she repeated what she had said, and I understood her, but I think I pinched myself to see that I was awake. I also told her (at first while laughing and making her even more scared) that I had had feelings towards her for some time and was too scared of losing her to tell her of my feelings. It was strange, but for two people to declare their love for each other, we were very strange. Not once did we try to kiss, touch etc., in fact, we became more aloof than before when we "were just friends". Eventually after a few weeks I worked up the courage, and did in fact start to give her gentle kisses on the cheek, neck and such.
From that night on, instead of having lessons we would sit and talk about our past, future, dreams and desires. And this actually turned out to be better than trying to read books to teach her. It worked because now I was able to correct her "everyday" speech. Her grammar, pronunciation and herunderstanding of the mechanics of English conversation improved rapidly.
One night when I was trying to explain a few things to her about the way she mixed her words, using past with present tense, I opened a book and asked her to sit on my lap while I pointed out her errors. I was surprised that she did not baulk at this request, and she obediently did as asked. We went over the few pages I wanted her to read, then she turned to face me and lent in and kissed me, pulling away and telling me how she really did love me. The kissing went on for a time longer, and eventually my hands began to wander all over her back and, sometimes, around her waist. She seemed to be enjoying this situation, so I continued to "feel" around with my hands as we kissed even more deeply.
After a time, I became more brave and started to undo her top; she did not stop me. Soon I had her top open, then slowly removed it, before moving my hand to the back of her bra, where I tried to undo the catch. I wondered why she began to laugh, but soon realised how stupid I must have seemed, she informed me that the catch was at the front. She undid it herself and removed it, and I got my first glimpse of her beautiful rounded mounds. I gently ran my fingers across them, then slowly moved her closer to me so as to run my tongue over each hardened nipple. They felt so nice and firm, as well as seeming to "tingle", when I sucked gently on each of them.
She never once seemed to try and stop my hands or mouth, so I decided that the "green light" was on, and moved my other hand down to her lower body. At first she seemed to jump a little, but slowly she relaxed and let my hand move down inside of her slacks until I was feeling around on the outside of her panties. My love pole began to stand very quickly, and I am sure that she felt it pushing into her backside, as she squirmed a few times when I throbbed. I took my hand out and then slowly eased her slacks down, then nervously removed her panties. She looked weary, but lifted her arse a little to give me a better chance at doing so.
By now she had started to open the buttons on my shirt, and her hands were running through the hairs on my chest. She was now naked, and sitting on my lap, and I could not help but take my time and take in the sight of her beautiful body in all its spleandor. Her figure was almost perfect, from her well rounded boobs, her hard brown nipples, her trim stomach, to the beautiful tops of her legs that were displayed in front of me. It was only when she asked me to stand up so she could see the rest of me, that I saw how muscular her legs were.
It was obvious that this girl had done a lot of exercise and looked after her figure.
We sat back down, once again with her on my lap, and returned to kissing and rubbing each other. Well, I was rubbing her boobs and gently stroking the outside of her pussy, while she just ran her hands all over my chest and down the outside of my legs. It seemed she was scared of touching my now erect, and free standing, cock and happy to just glance and marvel at it some times. She had positioned herself so that she was straddled across my lap, and facing towards me. The sight was fantastic.
I began to lose awareness of just what I was doing, and in what order by this time, I just remember that I was enjoying this womans beautiful body, and knew that soon she would be asking me to fuck her. Unfortunately she never did. Instead we just continued exploring each other and kissing deeply. Soon it was time I stepped up a notch with my exploration, so I had one hand caressing her breast, my tongue half way down her throat and my other hand had begun to get more serious in its work. My middle finger had made a move on entering her moist pussy. She jumped slightly when I first tried, but soon just went with what I was doing. After a few moments I had my finger inserted, and had found her G-Spot. I felt her shudder and that well know moist feeling hit my finger, she had cum from the feelings I was giving her. I also felt her go limp on my lap, but at this point I had my lips at her breast, so did not realise at first, that she had passed out.
When I looked up at her and realised she was unconsious, I almost died of fright. I gave her a gentle shake and slowly she opened her eyes. I was scared, was she a diabetic, epileptic or such, was there something wrong with her. I found out I had no need to fear when she explained when she becomes highly aroused, she tends to pass out for a few seconds.
Damn, made me feel proud that I was able to arouse her that much. I guessed it had something to do with blood pressure. It was then that she seemed to "come to her senses" and asked could we stop as she had never intended to let things go this far. I was disappointed, but agreed. We dressed and were soon back to just talking.
About 5 minutes later we were once again deep in the tongue lock position, and this time her hands had already started to undo my shirt. I thought if it was fine by her, then why not. I just wished she had not stopped me earlier. Soon her top was open and I had my hand down her slacks once more. We were sucking the life out of each other and things were again getting very hot. By the time my finger had reached her wet spot, she began to tell me how much she loved and wanted me. She never wanted tonight to stop. Once again, as she seemed to climax, she again passed out in my arms. I thought about this for a moment, and then thought maybe this was her way of saying she did not want to make a decision, but rather have me just take her. I took a firm hold of her, stood up, and proceeded to the bedroom.
Once on the bed I quickly took all her clothing off, then stripped as well, all the time she seemed to be letting out a slight moan. I knew then that I had been correct, this girl was "foxing" and wanted me to decide. I knew that she really had wanted me to fuck her all along, and I was not going to spoil her desires. I positioned myself between her legs and slowly nibbled at her boobs, before moving down lower to her love mound. As I did so she was letting out soft moans and saying how nice it was. I slowly licked around the outer edges of her pussy for a few minutes so as to get her wanting me even more. Then, when I began to enter her wet pussy with my oral tool, she purred and moaned as though she were about to climax once again, and then she did. But as she began to cum her legs tightened around my neck and I could hardly breathe.
As soon as she started spewing her hot juice towards my mouth she became even more aggressive and started calling out something in Chinese, I had no idea what it was until I heard her saying over and again "Mao" which was 'No' in Chinese. This confused me, so I sat up and asked what the matter was. She straight away began telling me how this was wrong, she did not want, nor could, do this with me. It was wrong, we must not. She has never done this before in her life, she was a 'good girl' and could not allow this to happen. I was stunned, what was I to do. Why had she let me start once again only to stop me again. Reluctantly I obeyed and moved closer to her head and asked what was I to do, how could I make her happy.
Chris said that although she was a virgin, she did want me to be her first. As she was Chinese, she must wait until married. As I was a foreigner and older then her, she must not do this. Now this was very confusing for me. All these yes and no things had me stumped. She said she was sorry, but as we were already naked, it was fine by her if we stayed that way a bit longer, and she could enjoy the naked closeness of our bodies. This was not going to work for me though, and I told her so. If we are naked and can see and feel each other, I certainly will want to try and fuck her. With this she began to cry a little and said she was sorry for making things hard for me (and in more than one way), and she started kissing my cheecks before deep throating me once more.
It was not long before she had moved on top of me and was kising all over my face and down my chest, I was getting hotter and hotter, but this time it seemed maybe she had decided we had gone too far to stop tonight. Maybe she realised that if she did not have sex now, she may never get a chance again. All I knew was, if she was going to start again, I was not stopping this time. I rolled her over and I took the top position and began to kiss her lips, then went down to her nipples and gave them some attention. While kissing her boobs, my hand felt further down, ever so slowly, but she never winced. I realised that I had been correct in my assumptions. I took the next step and moved lower to give her some more oral pleasure.
I could feel her getting more and more excited, and once again she "seemed" to faint, but this time I was not going to be fooled. This time we were going to consumate this act totally. I moved back up on her and positioned my throbbing member at the entrance to her now dripping pussy. As I began to push gently in, she shuddered, let out a very large 'NO!' and tried to grip her legs together. She began to cry loudly under me. I stopped right away and was very annoyed by now. I half yelled at her to explain what she thought she was doing, why was she letting me start, then making me stop, was she just like the rest and trying to confuse and control me totally. I got up and stormed out into the lounge room and threw myself down into the seat.
A few minutes later Chris came out, also naked like me, and threw her arms around me as she sat on my lap. She was trying her hardest to tell me how sorry she was, how she had upset me and led me on so much. She explained that she really did love me, really did want to make love with me, but her upbringing was holding her back. Chris spoke much about the troubles it would cause for her with her family, friends, the people in this town, if it got out that she had been like this with me. But, she also stated how much she really wanted to say 'To hell with them all' and just let her feelings take control. At this point I began to break down and let a few tears and sobs lose.
Gently, her lips went to my eyes and started to kiss away the tears, at the same time trying to say how sorry she was, and what could she do to make me feel happier. She seemed genuinely sorry that she had done all this to me. I told her if she had been anyone else, if I had not felt as much for her as I did, then she would have either fucked by now, or been thrown out. I realised at that moment just how much I loved and needed this woman. I told her how I would wait, try and show people that I was real in my intentions, and to one day be accepted by all the people around her. With this she kissed harder and deeper, while her hand took mine and placed them back on her bare breasts and pussy. Reluctantly at first, I held back for fear of more hassles, but then let lose with my hands and we were yet again in the deep throes of foreplay. After a few more minutes she was saying how much she loved and needed me, how much she wanted me right now, but was scared, and couldn't do this tonight.
By now my mind was racing as to what I should do. Should I just take ontrol and fuck her anyway, or should I call it a night and just have a wank and forget this night. I decided the latter was best and told her so. It was best that she go home, I could play with my throbbing cock and think of her, and all would still be fine with us both tomorrow. She would not hear of it and said that she was scared that I may do something crazy if left alone. I asked what she intended, did she want to stay and risk having sex with me after all. She said no, but insisted that she wanted to stay the night so we could just cuddle and be close to each other. This I had not bargained for, not did I really think it was a good idea. My cock had been teased and would not want to behave this night if there was a naked wooman available. But Chris was not about to be denied a night of cuddles and kisses.
We went back to the bedroom and I laid down on my side, facing away from her so as to try and control my feelings. She snuggled up behind me and began kissing the back of my neck, and it felt good, but confusing as well. After a few minutes of this, her hand came around to my cock and she started to run her fingers ever so lightly over the length of my shaft, but she made no attempt to grab a hold of it. My mind was running at a very fast rate trying to figure out just what to make of all this. First she seemed to want sex, then she pulls away and repeats this, and now she is starting to play with my cock. What was I to do? I asked her was she really trying to send me over the edge, and she just replied that I should just enjoy the moment and soon she would relieve my balls of the problem. I guessed that a hand job would be better then nothing and I was actually glad that she was prepared to empty my balls for me, so I would not have to sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate myself, and then feel guilty later. I rolled over onto my back to give her more freedom to do her job on me. She continued to use one hand to stroke up and down on my shaft and her other hand was busy rubbing over my chest and up to my head. Every so often she would lean across and kiss me.
After what seemed like an eternity, she moved herself, so that her top half was on me, and began a most erotic session of deep throating my mouth with her tongue, all the time continuing to treat my cock to an ever so gentle massage. My urges were once again going over the top and I rolled her onto her back and started to nibble at her nipples, alternating from one to the other. She seemed to be enjoying this more this time, so I moved slowly back down her stomach, tracing small circles with my tongue over her navel and then down to her thighs, this time avoiding her most prized of places.
I only stayed a short time there then moved down one leg, stopping at her knees and licked around to the back part which seemed to send shivers through her, then I continued down to her feet, where I kissed the under sides, and then lightly sucked on each of her toes. I retraced my line back up to her inner thighs and then down the other leg and repeated my movements once again. This continued for some time and each time I was near her cunt I would move a fraction of an inch closer, making sure to avoid actually touching. Eventualy I had got as close as possible without touching, so now I just ran my tongue over the top of her pubic hair and then retreated and moved back up to her nipples. She said she wanted to do the same for me as she had enjoyed it immensely and thought it the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced. I rolled onto my back to accommodate her.
She began at my nipples and spent a long time sucking and nibble on them which made me feel so horny, even my first wife of 20 years had never done that to me, it was wonderful. She did the same as I had done and moved down to my crotch, but avoided my cock, then she went down each leg and foot. I was in heaven, but feeling that I really needed something hot and wet to satisfy my raging hard-on, and the thought of her mouth around my swollen cock was on the "important list" right now. I asked her if she would suck my cock, to which she said that there was no way she could bring herself to do that, as she felt that it was too " dirty" a thing to do. I was greatly disappointed. She continued her tongue massage on me a short time longer, then she said she needed the bathroom. While she was away I bagan to play with my throbbing cock, trying to relieve the built up pressure, when she came back in she told me to stop, and I saw she had someting in her hands.
She sat down beside me and then I saw that she had 2 face towels, one was lathered in soap and the other just damp. She used the soapy one to wash my cock ever so gently, as well as my balls which were beginning to feel they would explode at any moment. When she finished this she used the other to remove the soap and clean my cock. When she had finished I was sure I knew what was about to happen next, but I was wrong (at least in part). She resumed kissing me and running her mouth and tongue back up and down my legs, but did not try and get any closer to my shaft. She did this for some time before she slowly edged her mouth down to my balls where she lightly licked the under side of them and then a little at a time she ran her tongue along the vein on my cock. Eventually she braved licking the head of my cock, but did not go any further. She said it was just not normal for Chinese to do this and she could not bring herself to do it. I was devastated!
I moved back on top of her and said not to worry, even though I was let down at this stage, and I began to kiss her. By now my cock was at the opening to her hidden pleasure spot and was aching to enter, but I thought maybe I should not try again as she was confusing my mind too much. I would soon go and have a wank if it got any worse. After a few minutes of kissing and rolling around I could feel the head of my cock start to part her lips and did not know if I should pull back or not. Just as I began to pull back I could feel her grip around my arse tighten and she was trying to pull me in closer to her. I decided to go with the flow and see what would happen next. As she pulled me in closer, I stopped my resistance and started to bear down a slight bit on her pelvis, she did not seem to resist and I felt the head of my cock slip inside her hot and dripping hole. I let it stay there a few moments and then eased back out a little then slowly back into her, each time entering just a micro of an inch more, before once again pulling back and starting over again.
This continued for some time and I was enjoying the thrill, and the absolute tight feeling, on my cock inside of her cunt, but also realised that if more did not happen soon I would explode inside her, and I was sure that she would get very angry if this happened. At this stage I was not even sure that she understood that I had slightly entered her. As I entered her each time, a little further and further, I realised that she had indeed lied to me, this girl was no virgin. I could only assume that she had lied because of my being so much older, and a foreigner to boot. I felt dissapointed, but at the same time I was over the moon, she was making me so hot and wanting her, that the lie did not matter any more.
Soon I was fully inside her and she was beginning to moan more and more, begging me to keep on going. It was soon apparent that not only was she not a virgin, but she had a lot of experience with sex, as her muscle control was great, every time I felt I was about to explode, she just tightened and held me until I was under control. By now Chris had let go of her inhibitions and was really into the sex and enjoying every moment. By now she had rolled me over and had got on top of me and was controlling the movements to her satisfaction. She had cum at least 4 or 5 times before she finally eased up on me and actually used her muscles to bring me to a full and throbbing climax. I had never been brought over the top like this before, it was great.
After I had finished, she stayed on top of me for almost 30 minutes, as she said she loved the feeling of security laying on my chest, as she liked the feeling and wanted to feel my heart beating against her own. Soon after she rolled off and we talked and kissed for some time and she explained why she said she was a virgin, about her first and only boyfriend during her Uni., days etc etc. She explained all her fears of the age, cultural differnces etc., all the time she was massaging my cock back into action. It was not long before she had me aroused once more and she was straddling me and going for her second fuck in 3 years and my second in a year. She seemed to be happy that we were once again fucking, and even said how impressed she was, and that her first boyfriend had never don it so quickly after the first one.
Now in my younger days my first wife complained that I wanted too much sex, but over the last 10 years I have only ever been able to go once a night (until the last year), and even that dropped to once or twice a week. Chris on the other hand had rekindled that feeling this night and she amazed me the way she got me up and running not once, but five times!!!! After the first 2 times I could not cum the next two times, but did manage to bring her off many times, which she delighted in. The fifth and final of the night she was getting very sore and I did manage to cum one last time. It must have been around 6 or 7 hours since we first started and the sun was well and truely up, and the time was getting close to me having my first lessons. I dont know if my students knew or not what I had been up too, but they did comment many times how happy I seemed to be that day and they had not seen me like this before.
In the next, soon to b written, chapter, I will take you on the journey of Chris's discovery of the internet sex chats, cams, and her bi-sexual feelings. I hope you stay around to find out what happens next, and hope you have enjoyed my travels so far in my crazy and mixed up life. Hope to hear form some of you in the future with your comments on my stories.