Webmeets Diary Ch. 07

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.

Monday night when I met Britney on the other hand, 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 of 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 no I had 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, but 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 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 gives 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 sometime, 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, so, 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 loosing interest in them, but 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 sit 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, 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, until 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 was not trimmed 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 could be licking them both at once. They taste different, both to each other and to 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. I began to thrust in and out, her friend watching beside her and murmuring something in Chinese.