Chapter 1: Saturday Mountain Biking

I was out mountain biking as I did most weekends. The friends I usually went with were out of town so I was just out on my own. I was descending a narrow single-track fast. I came around a blind corner. My hands were on my brakes the moment that I saw her. There was a girl sitting in the middle of the track with her bike lying on the ground. I skidded to a stop just before I crashed into her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve a flat tire. I don’t have a repair kit.”

“That’s not very sensible. You should never go out without a repair kit. You never know what might happen.” I decided to be a little bit flirty. “It’s like going to a singles bar without a condom. You never know what might happen.”

She blushed. “Do you have one?”

I knew she meant a repair kit, but I pretended she meant a condom. I didn’t actually have one but that was no reason not to pretend I did.

“Of course. You might come across a pretty girl on the track. You never know what might happen. It’s best always to carry a condom.”

She looked at me trying to determine if I genuinely misunderstood or if I was teasing her. “I meant stuff to fix my flat.”

I looked at her chest. She had nice sized breasts in a sports-bra. She also wore a loose mesh vest over the top that hid little, just a small veil of modesty. “You are not flat at all.”

“You have a one track mind.” But she wasn’t offended, she was smiling.

“Yes. Single track. Like where we are sitting. We’d better move before someone else comes down and crashes into us.”

I looked down through the trees and could see a grassy clearing. “Let’s go down there,” I said. We both picked up our bikes and carried them the few dozen yards to the flat grassy area.

“Please can you repair my flat for me?” she asked, playing the girl-in-distress.

“What are you going to do for me?” I asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

“You know the answer to that.”

She blushed again. “I’m not going to do anything that…you know…well, involves your condom.”

“Take your bra off while I fix your tire.”

“Are you serious?”

“It would be nice. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re truly uncomfortable with. I’ll fix your flat anyway.”

I took the wheel off her bike and used tire-levers to get the tube out. I pumped it up and it only took a moment to find the hole. I put glue on the tube and let it set up for a short time. The patch would stick better that way.

I looked at her. “I guess you aren’t going to do it. Coward.”

“I have a boyfriend. I can’t just go flashing my boobs at strangers.”

“I’m Roger,” I said, holding my hand out over-formally.

“Diana,” she said as she shook my hand.

“See. We are no longer strangers. You can do it now.”

She laughed. “No I can’t.”

“Take your shorts off then.”

She laughed again. “That would be even worse.”

“Are you shaved?”

“You can’t just ask that,” she said smiling. “It’s too personal.” I got the feeling she was loving my flirting.

“I bet you are. No panties under those shorts either.”

She blushed.

“Your face answered for you,” I continued.

I put the patch on the tire and removed the plastic backing. I looked over and was surprised to see that she had taken her vest off. She was just wearing her cycling shorts and sports-bra. I could see hints of her nipples through the material, perhaps she was getting a little aroused. I replaced the tube in the tire, seated the tire and then put it back on her bike. I looked at her.

“I want to,” she said. “To thank you. But I’m not brave enough.”

She just sat there silently. I reached over with one hand and grabbed the bottom of her bra between her breasts. I expected her to push me away but she just sat there expectantly, almost daring me to do it. I slowly pulled the elasticated front of her bra out and up and released her breasts. They looked a little bit bigger than I expected, and nice and firm. I know it is a cliché but her nipples were like pink pencil erasers, surrounded by brown-colored areolas about the size of a half-dollar.

I didn’t want to embarrass her too much so after inspecting her breasts I pulled her bra back down again.

“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she said.

“It is harmless fun. Nobody will find out you did it.”

“I’ve not done anything like that before.”

“You’ve never let a guy take your bra off before?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. But only lovers. You are not my lover.”

“I’ve got a condom. We can fix that.”

She punched me playfully. “You are incorrigible.”

“Come on, I’ll ride down with you in case you get another flat. Or change your mind about the condom thing.”

“That is not going to happen, and you know it.”

“I know. Another flat would be really unlikely.”

She smiled and shook her head at me as she pulled her vest back on over her sports-bra.

We climbed back up the bank to the track and set off downhill. She was surprisingly good, it was much harder than I expected to keep up with her. Going up the other side of the valley she climbed away from me. Her slim body and muscular thighs meant she had an advantage over me carrying a few extra pounds. I raced down the wide track back to the trailhead, just catching her as we reached the parking lot.

“Do you want to go for a beer?” I asked.

“I’m all sweaty and horrible, I should get home.”

“It’s sexy.”

“Really? Why?”

“You look like you just…used my condom.”

“Are you just going to flirt with me if I go for a beer with you?”

“Come on. Girls love attention, especially when it is innocent.”

“What do you mean innocent? You are not being innocent at all.”

“Well, we both know you’re not going to go home with me. So flirting is just a bit of innocent fun.”

“I suppose. You saw my boobs. Was that innocent?”

“Not quite so innocent. But it’s not up there with giving me a blowjob.”

She gasped. “You are so explicit!”

“You can give me one if you want.”

She laughed. “I’ll go for a beer with you. But no blowjobs, that’s reserved for my boyfriend.”

“He’s a lucky guy. I bet you are good.”

“Well, I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Show me.”

She punched me playfully again. “No way, you perv.”

We put our bikes in our cars and soon we were walking into a dive bar on the road back into town. We’d both pulled sweatshirts on, partially so we didn’t get chilly now we were no longer cycling hard, and partially so we were semi-respectable in the bar. I bought two beers and carried them to the table at the back, away from everyone else. At that time of day there were just a couple of other people in there and they were sitting at the bar itself.

I looked at her. She had taken her helmet off, of course. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a dark blue sweatshirt with the logo of the local state university. Still in her black lycra cycling shorts, showing her nicely tanned shapely legs. She’d taken off her cycling shoes and socks and was just wearing flip-flops. Somehow I find girls who aren’t even trying are much sexier than girls all dressed up to go out for the evening.

“Are you a student?” I asked her, looking at her sweatshirt.

“No. I graduated earlier this summer. I’m working as a paralegal. Trying to decide whether to do a master’s degree. I’m nearly 23.”

“Almost exactly half my age.”

She laughed. “Yes, I’m too young for you. You shouldn’t be flirting with me, you dirty old man.”

“So what about your boyfriend?”

“He’s a couple of years older than me. He is unemployed right now.”

“Do you live together?”

“No, I share an apartment with a room-mate.”

“Is he a keeper? Is he the guy you are going to marry?”

“No. We are good together but he isn’t really going anywhere. He’s too much of a couch potato. His idea of an afternoon of exercise isn’t mountain-biking, but playing Call of Duty all day. In fact, that is his idea of looking for a job too. I don’t think he is husband material. At least not for me.”

“Not the father of your hypothetical future children.”

“For sure not.” She paused. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you really take one with you when you are cycling?”

“A repair kit? Always.”

“No,” she said laughing. “This time I meant the other thing.”

“A condom, you mean?”

She looked around as if perhaps someone in the bar had heard me.

“Yes,” she said quietly as if she was admitting something guilty.

“No, I don’t. To be honest, today is the closest I’ve ever been to needing one, and that wasn’t very close. I’ve not done anything like that before either.”

“What? Taking a girl’s bra off?” She was teasing me back just the way I had teased her earlier.

I put my hand on her bare leg. “A total stranger out in the woods. That was a first time for me.”

She looked away from me. “It was surprisingly exciting,” she said.

“Are we going to go cycling together again?”

“I should decline. I can sense the danger.”

“You might get another flat tire.”

“That’s not what I’m not worried about. You’ll fix it for me.”

“Only if you show me your breasts.”

“You’ve already seen them.”

“Oh right. Next time you need to show me more.”

“You wish. You have to do a lot more than fix my tire to get my shorts off.”

“Such as what?”

“I didn’t really mean it. It’s not like I had something in mind.”

“You’d better think of something then.”

She thought for a moment. “Finish a marathon in under three hours.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Come on. You have to choose something that gives me at least a fighting chance.”

“I know. You seem to like flirting hard. Let’s see how good you really are. You have to seduce my room-mate.”

“Tell me about her.”

“She’s still at college. She’s 21. So she’s probably horny as hell, at least from time to time. That’s the good news.”

“And what’s the bad news?”

“She’s a virgin. I don’t think she has even been kissed.”

“That sounds like a real challenge.”

“There’s more bad news. She’s Chinese. Came here to go to college. She was brought up in conservative Asia.”

“Any more bad news?”

“She is a committed Christian. Goes to church every Sunday. I expect she plans on being a virgin on her wedding day.”

“Well, I guess that is more of a possibility than breaking three hours for a marathon at my age. But only marginally more. Is she cute?”

“Very.”

“Have you ever seen her naked?”

“No way. She is much too shy for that. But she is really pretty.”

“Boobs?”

“Small ones. She’s very petite. Nice figure though. You’d want her if you saw her.”

“So how am I going to see her? I know. Next time we go cycling you invite me back for dinner.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose I have to set you up to meet her or it would be a bit of an impossible challenge.”

“It sounds like an impossible challenge anyway. Let’s go cycling again tomorrow.”

“We could. But my boyfriend is coming over tomorrow evening.”

“Perfect. You’re with your boyfriend. You invite me over. You two can go to your room and leave us alone. We’ll see if I can start to get anywhere with her.”

“This is so depraved. My room-mate would be shocked to know what we are discussing.”

“It is a bit like Dangerous Liaisons where the Vicomte has to seduce the virgin fiancée and then the Marquise will let him into her bed. So what’s the deal?”

“I’m not sure how you talked me into this. But I suppose the deal is that if you seduce my room-mate Jasmine then I’ll spend the night with you.”

“So define ‘seduce’ and ‘spend the night’.”

“This is like Bill Clinton asking what the meaning of ‘is’ is.”

“Well, the Vicomte in Dangerous Liaisons never got into the Marquise’s bed despite succeeding at the challenge. He ended up dead.”

“So you want me to be totally explicit?”

“Yes.”

She leaned over to make sure nobody in the rest of the bar had a chance of hearing a word. “If you fuck my room-mate Jasmine then I’ll fuck you too.”

“I want more.”

“Like what? Promising to fuck you is pretty out there.”

“I want your ass too.”

“Anal? No way. I’ve never done that.”

“That’s the deal.”

“Wow. You drive a hard bargain. But to be honest, I don’t think you have a chance with Jasmine. But it will be fun to watch you fail. So OK.”

“Really?”

“Yes. If you fuck Jasmine, I will fuck you. And let you do me in the ass.”

“OK. Deal.”

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. It’s insane.”

She drained the last of her beer. She picked my iPhone up off the table and texted herself. We both had each other’s numbers.

“Let’s go,” I said.

“Yes,” she said. “Before you persuade me to agree to anything even more unwise.”

Chapter 2: Sunday Dinner

The next day Diana and I went mountain biking to a different park. She didn’t get a flat tire, I didn’t get to see her breasts again. But I did get to admire her lycra-clad ass quite a bit as I followed her up the climbs. Neither of us mentioned the challenge so there was a definite sexual tension in the air. I knew that she expected me to fail, and it seemed likely that I would. But I also knew that she would keep her word: if I

succeeded, she would willingly come to my bed, and give me her body. All of her entrances.

One the way home we picked up a couple of pizzas and some beer. After being out cycling all day, neither of us felt like cooking an elaborate dinner for four.

“Let me introduce Jasmine,” Diana said, although of course I knew exactly who she was. My challenge. My target. She whose panties I hoped one day to remove. Not that day, of course, that would be going too fast. Just getting a second meeting with her would be enough. A kiss, a real kiss, would be an achievement given that she was a religious Chinese virgin.

Diana had described her well. She had a very pretty face. Her black hair was pulled back into a student-standard ponytail. She was petite. She had small breasts but she was so small herself that they looked nicely in proportion. She had the curves of a female, there was nothing boyish about her at all. She was dressed in shorts and a top with a bra underneath. A pink one, I could see the straps. I was pretty sure it would be an Asian-style bra, so thick that even if her nipples were like steel points nothing would disturb the smoothness of her top. And underneath, those panties, about which I could tell nothing.

“And this is Paul,” Diana said. Jasmine looked at me. I tried to detect any interest but there was none, not surprisingly. I was twice her age. But not bad looking, if was being immodest. I was fit from mountain-biking most weekends. In shorts and a polo-shirt my arms and legs were tanned and muscular.

She introduced me to her boyfriend, who was called Ben. He had just the shape you would expect given that he seemed to spend most of the time playing video games. Overweight. Unshaven. Wearing a T-shirt with sweaty patches under his arms. Diana was really attractive, she could do so much better.

The four of us ate the pizza and each had a couple of beers. The conversation remained casual, I didn’t try and turn it to sex or anything. That would wait until Jasmine and I were alone.

“I’ve got something to show you,” Diana said to Ben. She took him into her room and shut the door. Jasmine and I heard the door lock.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea what she wants to show him,” I said.

Jasmine blushed but she said nothing. I could sense her embarrassment.

“Do you have a boyfriend too?” I asked casually.

“No.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

She looked at me in surprise. I was pretty sure nobody had dared ask her such a personal question like that.

“No,” she said, looking away so she didn’t have to look me in the eyes.

I laughed. “So you’ve not tried it then?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

She looked away again. She shook her head.

“Sorry,” I continued. “I’ve embarrassed you.”

“I’m afraid it’s not very difficult to embarrass me.”

“Because you can’t talk about these things?”

“Not really.”

“You have a bit of an accent. So I assume you were brought up in China.”

“Yes, I came here to go to college.”

“And in China these things just aren’t talked about.”

“Right.”

“Do you want me to change the subject?”

“No, it’s OK. I need to learn how to do it.”

“Have sex?”

She laughed. “No, I sort of know that, we’ve health classes at college. I just haven’t done it. I just meant learn how to talk about it. As if I were an American.”

“Well, you’re doing fine right now. But I’m surprised you’ve never had a boyfriend. You’re really cute.”

She blushed. “Thank you. Nobody has ever said that to me.”

“You are even cuter when you blush.”

“Just as well, I get embarrassed so easily.”

“So do you wish you had a boyfriend?”

“Sometimes. But I don’t really know how to get one.”

“You can do the internet thing.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that. It’s too, I don’t know…not Chinese.”

“Then you have to go the more traditional route.”

“Go to bars?”

“No. That is a sensible thing to do if you just want to…don’t be embarrassed again…get laid, but it is a poor place to find a real boyfriend. If you want a boyfriend you need to put yourself in an environment where you meet boys.”

“How?”

“Do you have any hobbies?”

“Not really. I pretty much focus on getting my school-work done. I go to church on Sundays. I suppose there are boys there but…”

“How long do you hang around after church?”

“I usually come straight back here.”

“You should hang around longer. Give boys a chance to chat to you, maybe find an excuse to ask for your phone number.”

“I suppose.”

“And you should have some hobbies. Get Diana to show you how to mountain-bike. I bet there is a mountain-biking club at the university and I bet girls are in the minority there.”

“I don’t have a bike.”

“I’ve a spare one. I’ll take you out next weekend if you like, and show you the basics.”

“Really? I don’t want to accept if you are just being polite but I’d love to learn.”

“Deal. Next Saturday we go mountain biking. Give me your phone?”

“Why?”

“You really haven’t done any of this before, have you?”

She passed me her phone, I texted myself so I had her number, and then I entered my own number.

“Now I have your number,” I said.

She laughed. “Gosh. A man just asked me for my number. Even if it isn’t that sort of asking, it still feels special.”

“It would feel even better if it was a hot guy who…”

“Who what?”

“I realized I was going to embarrass you again. A hot guy who made you tingle.”

“Tingle?”

“Now I’m the one who’s getting embarrassed.”

“Why? It’s just not a word in English that I know. What does it mean?”

“When you have feelings for him.”

“Love, you mean?”

“No. Lust, more like. When you have feelings…between your legs.”

She blushed but said nothing. I decided to press on and see where the conversation went.

“Do you sometimes?”

“What?”

“Have feelings there?”

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”

“You are being un-Chinese. And brave.”

She paused for a moment before speaking. “Yes.”

“Yes, you are being brave?”

She looked away. “No. I mean, yes I am. But I meant yes I sometimes have feelings.”

I decided I’d better tone things down a bit before she got skittish and changed the subject completely.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

She shook her head again.

“I bet you’d like to be.”

“I need to find a boyfriend first. I can’t just go hoping some random guy tries it.”

“I told you that you were cute earlier.”

“Yes. It felt good.”

“When a guy tells you that you are cute, it means he wants to kiss you.”

“Really?”

“You aren’t going to freak out are you?”

I don’t think she had any idea what I meant. Before she even realized what was happening, I leant forward and kissed her mouth. Just a brief kiss, nothing passionate or anything. Then I sat back up again. She sat there stunned.

“How was it?”

“It was a surprise, for sure. But it was okay. Good even.”

“Now you’ve had your first kiss. Do you want me to do it again?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to have to say.”

I realized she wanted me to kiss her again but it was completely against her upbringing and her own sense of who she was to admit it. I put my hand on her neck and I pulled her a little bit towards me. I moved and pressed my mouth against hers. This time I lingered. She didn’t try and pull away so I moved my lips a little bit against hers. I could see she had her eyes closed. Finally I sat back.

“It’s even better if you move your lips too,” I said.

I bent forward again and our lips met. Immediately I moved my lips against her mouth and after a few seconds she responded, moving her own lips against a man’s for the first time in her life. It was too soon to push my tongue forward, the last thing to do when seducing an Asian is to try and go too fast. It is more like getting a cat to come and sit on your lap, you have to let it come to you, nothing good comes from chasing.

“What was that word?” she said.

“Tingly.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t embarrass you by asking if you are.”

“You already know, don’t you? What it feels like. For a girl I mean. To be kissed.”

“I think so. Even if I don’t have what you have down there.”

She blushed bright red.

“I’d better change the subject,” I said.

“No, don’t.” She looked at me. “I’m completely out of my comfort zone. But I want to carry on before I lose my nerve.”

“OK. What word do you like to use for…where you are getting tingly?”

“Hmm. I only know Chinese words for it.”

“Your pussy. That’s the most common English word.”

“Really? I thought that meant a cat.”

“It does. Kitty is another word some people use. I’m going to kiss you again and make your pussy all tingly.”

“Oh gosh I’ve never had a conversation like this. I don’t think my face can get any redder.”

I leant forward. I was pleased that without any encouragement she leant forward too. Our lips met. She started to move her mouth against mine immediately. I put my hand on her bare leg as we kissed, down near her knee, nothing too daring, but she had to notice it. I knew her pussy would be quivering with excitement. We must have kissed for a full minute. Finally, almost reluctantly, she pulled away.

With perfect timing, as we sat there in silence for a few seconds, there was the unmistakable sound of Diana having a loud orgasm.

“Do you know what that is?” I asked Jasmine quietly.

“No.”

“Have you never had an orgasm?”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend, remember.”

“Do you know what masturbation is?”

“Yes, they told us about it in health class.”

“Do you do it?”

“No. I don’t really know how.”

“Well, you’ll have to find out on your own. But here are a few hints. When you are lying in bed and you feel all tingly…down there…in your pussy. Spread your legs apart and touch yourself there…stroke your pussy. Experiment as to what feels good, which bits are the most sensitive.”

“Gosh,” Jasmine said. I don’t know if she was amazed about having the conversation or just eager to try taking her body for a test-drive.

“When you get it right, you’ll sound like Diana did just then.”

“Gosh, really? When she sounds like that it sounds like she is in pain.”

I laughed. “She is totally in ecstasy, overwhelmed by pleasure.”

It was her turn to laugh. “I can’t wait to try it now.”

“I’ve got to go,” I said, standing up. Best to leave her hungry for more. I already had another meeting arranged, to take her mountain-biking the following weekend. Plus I had a pretty good idea she would be masturbating all week. She was like a peach, sour this weekend but by next weekend she would be ripe and juicy and ready to go further.

She walked over to the front door to the apartment with me. I put my arms around her and pulled her against me. She put her arms around me too. She looked up, her mouth a little bit open, her eyes completely closed. She was a quick learner, she already knew exactly what was going to happen. Better still, she wanted it to.

Our mouths met. She ground her mouth against mine. At the same time I pulled her against me. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against my chest. I decided it would be too much to reciprocate and push my hard cock against her body, it might scare her. Instead I tentatively pushed my tongue forward into her mouth. She let out a little moan when she felt my tongue touch hers. I started to move my tongue against hers and after a moment she started to respond and move her own. I knew that the moment I was gone she would be in her room, her shorts and panties on the floor, exploring between her legs. I let my hands slip down her back a little until I was caressing the cheeks of her ass.

Finally I broke the kiss. I could see the disappointment in her eyes as I opened the door, she was hungry for more even if she wasn’t sure what more was.

I felt pretty good driving home. My goal for the evening had been to arrange a second meeting with Jasmine and, if all went well, kiss her. The fact that we’d had such an intimate conversation was a bonus. The fact that she had pushed her tongue into my mouth was a double bonus. And the fact that I’d left her excited with her pussy all damp and demanding was a triple bonus.

Chapter 3: Wednesday Date

My dinner on Sunday night when I had kissed Jasmine had gone even better than I dared to hope for. Plus I had another meeting with her set up for the following weekend. But I only lasted until Wednesday before I decided I didn’t want to wait that long.

“what are you doing this evening?” I texted Jasmine.

“schoolwork :(” she replied immediately.

“i’ll take you out for dinner”

“wow. is this a date? i’ve never been on a date”

“don’t you want to get kissed again?”

Before she could reply I texted again. “i bet you are blushing”

“u know the answer to that ;)”

“the blushing or the kissing”

“both lol”

After exchanging a few more texts it was agreed that I’d pick her up from her apartment, take her for dinner and drop her off afterwards. Actually I had a slightly different plan. I would pick her up, take her to my place, and cook her dinner. I’d probably still take her back again afterwards, it would still be too soon to try and get her panties off, but my living room was a much better environment than a restaurant for kissing. And, I hoped, more.

I drove over to pick Jasmine up. She was wearing tailored black pants and a white blouse. She thought she was going to a restaurant, plus she was going on her first date, so she had clearly dressed up. Since Diana was there I didn’t greet Jasmine with a kiss, I knew she wasn’t ready for her room-mate to see that. Once the door to the apartment closed behind us I took Jasmine’s hand, pleased that she didn’t seem to show any reluctance, didn’t try to pull it away.

I leant over and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to kiss you later.”

Of course I hoped to get further than kissing, but I wasn’t going to say anything about that. I didn’t want to scare her off.

“Oh my god,” she sighed.

When you have had lots of sex, holding hands and thinking about kissing seems pretty tame. But I knew it was the first time a man had held her hand, and I was pretty sure she would have been doing plenty of thinking about kissing when she experimented with touching herself. I could sense her arousal.

Back at my place I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat down on the sofa. I moved over so that I was sitting right beside her, our legs touching. I turned my head towards her. She didn’t need any encouragement. She turned her head towards me and our lips met. I waited, letting her go at her own speed, seeing what she would do. Her tongue experimentally pushed forward until it touched mine. She was breathing heavily as her tongue started to dance against my own.

As we continued to kiss I put my hand on her side and lightly stroked her. Gradually I let my stroking slide higher until my hand was just grazing the edge of her breast. Even with the thick bra I could feel, I knew she was aware of it. Very aware. Finally, I broke the kiss and took my hand off her body. I took a sip of my wine.

“Come to the kitchen with me while I make us dinner,” I said.

We walked from the living room to the kitchen. I cooked some lamb chops and delegated preparing a salad to Jasmine.

She was standing at the counter slicing some tomatoes. I came up behind her and put my arms around her. I kissed her on the back of the neck. She let out a little sigh. I slid my hands up a little higher until I could just feel the edge of her bra. She put her hands on top of mine. I could sense that she wasn’t quite ready to have her breasts touched and I decided to wait until after dinner before getting a little more adventurous.

After dinner, I poured us both another glass of wine, put a movie on the TV and we sat on the sofa again. I put my arm around Jasmine and she snuggled against me. She seemed completely comfortable.

Suddenly I paused the movie.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“I have to kiss you again.”

I moved my mouth to meet hers, drove my tongue into her mouth. Before she realized what was happening my hand was on her breast. I could just make out the hardness of her nipple through her bra. I stroked her breast as my tongue jousted with hers. She was letting out little moans of pleasure.

As I continued to kiss her, I undid a few buttons of her blouse. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I moved my hand up and stroked her neck. Then I slid my hand back down, into her blouse, into the cup of her bra. Her whole body shook and she let out a long groan. Her nipple was hard as a pebble. I took it between finger and thumb and pinched it gently.

She broke the kiss for a moment. Then, as if she had only just noticed what was going on, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out of her bra.

“You can’t do that,” she said as she did up the buttons I’d undone.

“Because it doesn’t feel good?”

“It feels wonderful. I just don’t think I should be letting you do it. It’s too…I don’t know…it seems wrong.”

Jasmine picked up her wine and took a big gulp. I re-started the movie. A few minutes later I noticed her wine glass was empty. I poured her another glass. I noticed she took another large gulp. She was deliberately trying to get herself drunk so that she could let me go further than her Asian Christian upbringing would be comfortable with. When she had finished that glass I paused the movie again.

She didn’t ask why I was pausing the movie, she pretty much threw herself at me. I put my arms around her and pulled her over. In no time we were lying on the sofa kissing. She was on top, taking the lead.

“Sit up,” I said.

She sat up on top of me. I reached up and slowly undid all the buttons on her blouse. She sat there watching, as if it was something happening to someone else. I opened up her blouse. Like was something she had done many times before, she slipped it off her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Now she was just wearing just jeans and her bra. She lay back down on top of me and started to kiss me again. I could feel my cock, pressed against her pants. She must have been able to feel it too, although she might not have realized exactly what she was feeling, she was so innocent.

I reached around her body with one hand and unclasped her bra. I thought it might be a step too far but, to my surprise, she sat up and tossed her bra on the floor to join her blouse. I knew it was the first time anyone had seen her breasts, but somehow the wine was doing its bit to overcome her inhibitions.

I looked at her to make sure she wasn’t too uncomfortable. Somehow she guessed what I was thinking.

“It’s OK,” she said.

Her breasts were small but very firm. She had surprisingly large brown nipples the color of milk-chocolate. I reached up and put my hands on her breasts, letting my thumbs rub her hard nipples. They were clearly very sensitive, each time I stroked her nipples she let out a little sigh of pleasure.

I slid out from underneath her and rolled her onto her back on the sofa. I closed my mouth over one of her nipples and gently took it between my teeth. I flicked the tip of my tongue over it eliciting more sounds of pleasure. I moved up and kissed her mouth. I started to kiss her in a triangle, first one nipple, then the other, then her mouth. Her eyes were shut and she was moaning almost continuously.

I let one hand slide down across her stomach. I just got the tips of my fingers underneath the waistband of her pants when she grabbed my hand and stopped me. I would clearly have to go slower. I let my hand slide back up to caress the smooth firmness of her breast. Finally I stopped kissing her. I was sitting on the floor and she was lying topless on the sofa.

“Let’s have some more wine,” she said.

“I can’t, I have to drive you home,” I replied. “Unless you don’t mind sleeping on the sofa.”

Of course I actually hoped that if she stayed the night it would be in my bed, but I had no intention of being explicit about it. Especially since another glass of wine might lubricate the zipper on her pants and let me get her completely naked.

“OK,” she said.

“OK what?”

“OK I’ll sleep here. On the sofa.”

I went and got another bottle of wine and poured us both a glass. She took a sip, not a gulp. She knew that if she lost too many inhibitions then her panties would be on the floor to join her bra and she wasn’t ready for that. Yet.

I pulled her to her feet. I took my shirt off and put my arms around her. I pulled her against me, skin against skin, her breasts against my chest. I let my hands caress her pants-clad ass as we kissed passionately again. Her hands were stroking my back. Clearly Jasmine loved to kiss. I knew she would love everything when we got there but that I had to go at her speed, very slowly.

I continued to kiss her and moved one of my hands to her breast. Then I let it slide down over her stomach again. I didn’t try and push it inside her pants this time, instead I slid down over the top of the fabric until my fingers were lightly touching her mound. She moaned but this time she did nothing to stop me. I let my fingers slip move down a little more but she was standing with her legs together so I couldn’t go further. I could feel the fleshiness of her mound through her pants as my fingertips gently massaged her. She was almost shaking with arousal and I wasn’t even truly touching her pussy yet.

I picked her up and carried her down the corridor to my bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I slid onto the bed and lay alongside her. We started kissing again and for a second time I let my fingers slip down over the top of her pants. She still had her legs together but I must have been touching her at the very top of her slit. Stroking over her pubic hair, assuming she hadn’t shaved, which seemed unlikely for an Asian virgin.

I pushed my hand forward a bit harder. She parted her legs a little and I forced my hand into the gap. I pressed my fingers against her. I could feel the fleshiness of her outer pussy lips through the material. Her body twitched and she let out a low moan as someone else’s hand touched her pussy for the very first time. Her legs parted wider as I started to rub her pussy. Her tongue stopped moving against mine, she was getting lost in the intensity of her arousal, the feelings between her legs overwhelming her thoughts.

I moved my hand up and undid the button on her pants. I slipped the zipper down slowly. I could see the black cotton of her panties in the gap. But before I could slip my hand inside she grabbed it. I was still going too fast for her. So I moved my hand back between her legs and caressed her pussy through her pants. I didn’t think I could make her cum over the top of all that fabric but I had no doubt that those black panties were soaked.

I started to rub her harder and faster, and at the same time I moved my mouth to one of her nipples. I bit down on it, a lot harder than before. She yelped, maybe a little pain, certainly a lot of pleasure. I could sense that her body was flooded with arousal. She was moaning continuously, her body writhing around, she couldn’t keep still.

I moved my hand and before she noticed it was gone I slipped it into to top of her panties. I could feel the soft down of her pubes, then the little dimple that marked the top of her slit, then her labia. Her pussy was dripping. I pushed a finger into her, the first finger she had ever had in there. Her body twitched and she let out another yelp of surprise. Even though she probably didn’t know, I could tell she was close to cumming. I pulled my finger out of her cunt and found the unmistakable tiny hard point of her clit. It only took a few soft strokes.

“Oh my god,” she cried out. Her body jerked, “oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as what might have been the first orgasm of her life consumed her. She shook and trembled underneath me as I stroked her clit and nibbled on her nipple. Once her climax had passed she lay there limply for a few seconds.

“Wow,” she said. “That was incredible. It wasn’t at all how I thought it might be.”

“How do you mean?”

“I thought it would be all…down there…between my legs. But it was all over my body. I think my toes curled even.”

“So that was that the first time?”

“Yes. I didn’t manage it when I…you know.”

“How long did you wait after I left on Sunday before you you-knowed.”

She laughed and put her hand over her face as if she was very embarrassed. “About ten seconds.”

“How was it?”

“It was wonderful. I don’t know why I’d never explored down there before. Just gently rubbing my…my…pussy…I’ve never said that word before…was brilliant. But this…whatever you call it…is even more brilliant.”

“Cumming. An orgasm.”

“I so need to find out how to do it to myself.”

“Take off your pants.”

“Now, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“Gosh. I suppose so. It’s a bit scary though. On one condition.”

“What?”

“You keep yours on.”

I reached over and grabbed her pants and her panties and pulled them down. Suddenly, to her seeming surprise, she was naked with me. I was still down near her feet having just pulled off her last items of clothing. As if reading my mind she took a deep breath and then spread her legs for me. I became the first person to see her pussy, silky black pubes and little light brown labia peeking through the fleshy outer lips that I had felt through her pants earlier. I could see the hint of moisture seeping out of her post-orgasmic vagina.

“Am I OK?” she said.

“You have a beautiful pussy.”

“Aren’t they all the same?”

“No. Every girl is different. Like faces.”

I set an alarm so that I could get her back in the morning since she had classes at school first thing in the morning. We cuddled and went to sleep, the first time she had been in bed with someone overnight, just one more first to add to the other new things she had experienced that day. Saturday we would go mountain-biking and, I hoped, she would be ripe.

Chapter 4: Friday Diana

Friday evening I had just got home from work when my doorbell rang. That was a surprise since I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door to find Diana there. One glance at her and I could tell she was sexually aroused. She didn’t say a word, she stepped into my apartment and closed the door and leaned back against it. She was wearing denim shorts and one of those spaghetti-strap summer tops.

There was tension in the air. Neither of us said anything. I stood there waiting to see what she would do. After a moment she reached up and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a separate bra. She rolled the top down until it was gathered at her waist. I got my second look at her beautiful breasts.

“So did Jasmine suck your cock?” she asked.

I realized what was happening. Diana had noticed that Jasmine stayed over at my place on Wednesday night and assumed we had fucked. She had lost the bet and now she had to forfeit. Jasmine and I hadn’t gone that far, just fingering her pussy until she came, but there seemed no reason to give Diana all the details yet. I wanted to see what would happen.

“No, she didn’t,” I replied truthfully.

“I will.”

Diana squatted down in front of me. She undid my belt and opened up my pants. She reached inside my underwear and pulled out my cock, not yet hard but already starting to show some interest.

She held my cock with one hand and wrapped her lips around the head. Her tongue slowly swirled around all the sensitive spots. She had said that she had never had any complaints about her cock-sucking skills and I certainly would not be the first. Her fingers gently stroked my shaft as her mouth created wonderful feelings that spread through my body. Gradually my cock got larger and harder in her mouth until I was fully erect. She sat back and looked at it, still holding it with her delicate fingers, inspecting it closely.

“So tell me about it while I suck you.”

“What?”

“Wednesday night. What happened with Jasmine? I want to know all the details.”

Diana took the pink mushroom of my cockhead into her mouth again and ran her tongue around the ridge.

“Oh that is good,” I sighed. “Well I picked her up as you know. We sat on the couch and kissed for a bit.”

“Just like that?” she said, lifting her mouth off my cock.

“We had already kissed at your place. While you were fucking Ben.”

“Wow, really? I didn’t think you’d got anywhere with her that evening.”

“I didn’t get far. Just kissing.”

“Did you get her to use her tongue?”

I laughed. “You really do want all the details, don’t you? But yes I did.”

“She must have been on fire. I’m sure it was her first time kissing. I can still remember my first time. I was fifteen. I don’t think I was really aware I had a pussy until that day. Until that first kiss woke it up. It’s not gone back to sleep since.”

She pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I was just wearing a T-shirt so I pulled it off. I was naked.

Diana squatted there, caressing my balls with one hand and with one fingertip she stroked that really sensitive spot just below the knob.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock,” she said as she leaned forward and took it back into her warm wet mouth. She started to take it a bit deeper, pushing her head forward so that her lips slid down the shaft and my cockhead was almost in the back of her throat.

“After we’d kissed for a bit,” I said, “we stopped and went and made dinner. Drank some wine. Then we watched a movie. But it was boring and I stopped it so we could kiss again. I managed to get my hand inside her bra but she took it out again. She wasn’t ready.”

She lifted her head again. “I told you she was a shy Asian virgin.”

“She drank a couple of glasses of wine. Then she wasn’t so shy. She let me unbutton her blouse. Then we were kissing again and I unclasped her bra. I thought that might be too much but she was fine with it.”

Diana started to really fuck me with her mouth. It was intense and I found it hard to speak without letting out little moans of pleasure between sentences.

“I took her down to my bedroom. I started to touch her pussy. Over her pants. I doubt she’d ever been so excited. I undid her pants but she still wouldn’t let me into her panties. Oh my god, you are good at this, I’m not far from cumming.”

She let the hand caressing my balls slip back a little until a fingertip found my asshole. As she fucked my cock with her mouth, she worked a finger inside.

“After we’d kissed some more,” I said, “and I’d rubbed her pussy more she was delirious with pleasure. I pushed my hand into her panties and stroked her clit. She came instantly. Her first orgasm. Oh my god keep going, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

She pushed her finger deeper into my ass and took my cock even deeper into her mouth, pressing it into her throat. I felt my climax welling up inside and then the dam broke and I was pumping her mouth full of creamy cum. She didn’t stop using her mouth and her tongue on my cock until the final drips.

She sat back, swallowed and looked at me. “What happened then?”

“I pulled her pants and panties off. She was naked for the first time in her life. With someone else. She spread her legs for me. Showed me her pussy.”

“I bet you’d like to see mine.”

She stood up. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do but I reached forward, undid the button on her denim shorts and slid down the short zipper. I pushed them over her hips and she stepped out of them, now wearing just a bright pink thong. I flipped the sides of the thong over her hips too and she was naked. Her pussy was shaved, a deep groove at the base of her belly with the hint of the pink lips of her pussy visible in her slit. She had a small tattoo on her mound, a rose that looked as if it was growing out of her pussy.

I took her hand and led her down the corridor to my bedroom, just as I had with Jasmine a couple of evenings before. She lay on the bed and spread her legs.

“Ta dah,” she said. She reached down with both hands and with just her fingertips she spread the fleshy outer lips of her pussy, revealing all the pink folds within. I moved between her thighs and tasted her, running my tongue lightly up and down the length of her furrow, pushing the tip inside her already soaking wet cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she squealed, “I love being licked. It’s so special. Friendly. Intimate.”

I let the tip of my tongue slide up between her labia until I could feel the hard little button that I knew was her clit. I very gently caressed it. I brought a hand up between her legs and let a fingertip find her entrance. Slowly I worked more and more of my finger inside her. She was moaning and sighing with pleasure. I started to curl my finger up inside her, stroking her internally as my tongue caressed her clit. She moved her hands from holding her pussy open so that she could stroke her own nipples. She was obviously close.

Her body stiffened for a second and then she let out a loud groan, a groan that I’d heard through her bedroom door the previous weekend.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Her body was trembling. She was pinching her nipples as I licked and fingered her. I could feel her cunt rhythmically clamping around my finger.

“Oh my god, it’s a strong one. Don’t stop.”

She lay there for a moment with her eyes shut and a broad grin on her face.

“Wow,” she said. “That was pretty intense.”

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. We kissed for the first time.

“So what happened after you got her naked?” Diana asked.

I laughed. “I’m feeling guilty now.”

“Why?”

“Because nothing happened after that. We went to sleep.”

“You didn’t fuck her?”

“No.”

“So I didn’t lose the bet?”

“Well, not yet. I hope you will tomorrow, after I take Jasmine mountain-biking. I plan on getting more than my bike-saddle between her legs.”

She reached down and held me. “Like this lovely cock, for example.”

“Exactly.”

“And do you want to get it between my legs too?”

“You know I do.”

“We’d better get you stiff again then,” she said as she started to stroke me. I felt myself starting to get harder. She moved down the bed and once again attacked my cock-head with her mouth. It didn’t take long for me to be completely erect.

I lay on my back. She straddled me, reached down between her legs and guided me to her opening. She slowly lowered herself and the first bit of my cock entered her. She lifted herself up and sank down again, taking a little more of me inside. Gradually she worked my entire length inside. She started to fuck me, vigorously rocking her hips back and forth.

Eventually she got tired on top. She rolled off me and was on the bed on all fours, presenting to me like a mare to a stallion. I moved behind her and re-entered her. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. She was grunting each time I slammed back into her.

I noticed the little brown starburst of her asshole, an asshole she had promised me if I fucked her room-mate. Well, I hadn’t fucked her room-mate yet, but I wanted her ass anyway. I licked a finger and roughly pushed it in there.

“Oh god,” she groaned. “I’d forgotten about that part of the forfeit.”

I reached under my pillow and found the little bottle of lube I kept hidden there. I dribbled some onto her asshole and then worked it in with my finger. When it moved easily I worked a second finger into her.

“Fuck, that feels so bizarre. I’ve never had a finger in there before, let alone a cock.”

It didn’t take long for me to get a third finger into her. By then she was groaning and moaning, the area between her legs a smorgasbord of feelings, some familiar and some completely new. I pulled out of her.

“Lie on your back right at the edge of the mattress,” I told her as I got off the bed, “and pull your knees right up.”

She moved so that her ass was right at the edge of the bed. She pulled her knees up to her breasts and held them with her hands so that she was spread open, her asshole completely exposed, glistening with the lube. It was an obscene pose. I positioned the point of my cock on the tiny pucker and pushed, firmly but slowly. Her asshole, having grown accustomed to three fingers already, gradually distended around me until my cockhead vanished into her.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Go slowly. Fuck, it’s intense.”

I pulled back a little and then pushed my hips forward again, working a little more of my shaft inside her virgin backdoor.

“Fuck, it’s tight, go gently.”

Eventually my cock was completely inside the young woman’s ass. The muscular ring of her asshole started to relax a little and I could move more easily. She was clearly starting to enjoy it more too.

“Oh yes, that’s good. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, that sounds so dirty.”

She reached down with one hand and started to stroke her pussy, pushing a finger inside her vagina while my cock plundered her ass. It was a sexy sight, her finger slipping in and out of her shaved pink pussy, my cock sliding in and out of her no-longer-virgin ass. She was tight and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Somehow anal sex is extra-exciting because it feels dirty and taboo even though it is pretty mainstream these days.

I felt my orgasm beginning. I pulled out of her and stroked myself, pointing my cock up her body. A long white rope of cum blasted out and landed on her belly and up between her breasts almost to her chin. A moment later a second rope of cum joined the first and as the squirts of cum got weaker gradually a pool of it collected on and just above her mound. She reached down with one hand and rubbed her fingers in it as if she was applying sunscreen to her mound and her belly. She put her cum-coated fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.

“Can I have a shower?” she asked.

“Of course.”

The two of us went into the bathroom and got under the shower. I took a washcloth and washed her body clean of my cum.

“You’d better go home,” I said. “Not stay the night. Jasmine might get skittish if she realizes we fucked.”

“I suppose so. I want to stay so much.”

“You already have a boyfriend to go back to.”

She looked away. “I dumped him,” she said.

“Really? Why?”

“Because I thought I’d lost the bet. And so I had to fuck you. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to fuck you, it wouldn’t just be the forfeit for the bet. It didn’t seem fair to him keep him as my boyfriend and fuck you. After all, I was pretty sure that fucking you wouldn’t be a one-time event. Right?”

“I hope it won’t be too.”

“I guess I’ll have to put up with the fact that you’ll probably be fucking Jasmine as well.”

I laughed. “I hope that too. Maybe we can have a threesome.”

“Wow. Innocent little Chinese virgin to a threesome, like 0 to 60 in five seconds. That’d be something. Even I’ve never had a threesome and I’ve had…let’s just say more partners than I want to admit.”

“Maybe you’ll get to lick her pussy.”

“Oh my god, that’s such a bizarre idea. I’ve never even seen another one. In the flesh, I mean. I’ve seen plenty of porn.”

She got off the bed and we walked downstairs to where her clothes lay in a heap on the floor. She pulled them on.

“Good luck with Jasmine tomorrow,” she said before she kissed me goodbye.

Chapter 5: Saturday Biking

Saturday morning I texted Jasmine: “hi cldbn”

“cldbn?”

“cute little dark brown nipples”

“omg you are bad”

“i’ll pick you up at 11”

“ok. what should i wear?”

“shorts. sports bra. running shoes. what you would wear to go to the gym”

“ok”

“and bring a change of clothes too”

“why?”

“because afterwards we are going back to my place and you are staying the night again”

“i’m not sure i should. i think diana noticed last time”

“it’s ok. she probably thinks we did more than we did. don’t worry about it”

I picked up Jasmine with two bikes in the back of my car. We went to a really easy park with no big hills, no tricky descents. Mr Toad’s Wild Ride it wasn’t. I taught her how to go up hills and how to keep her weight low when descending. After an afternoon of cycling I drove her back to my apartment. She grabbed her rucksack that presumably contained a change of clothes and a toothbrush.

“Let’s have a shower.” I said.

“Together?” she asked, clearly a little surprised.

“Of course. We’ve already been naked together.”

“You’ve seen me naked. But I’ve not seen you. Or any other man for that matter.”

I laughed. “So it’ll be a first.”

I grabbed her hand and took her down to my bedroom. She stood nervously in front of me, as if waiting for instructions.

“Kiss first,” I said.

I pulled her towards me and our mouths met. I could feel the change in her body as our tongues touched, the tension of her arousal. As we kissed I pushed my hands into the back of her shorts, inside her panties, so I was stroking her ass.

I broke the kiss and I peeled off her top and her sports-bra. I kissed her again. At the same time, I pushed down her shorts and her panties. I took off her shoes and pulled everything off. I stepped back and looked her up and down as she stood there, completely naked.

“You have a lovely body,” I said.

She blushed a little. “Really? You are not just saying that because you…I let you see me naked?”

“Don’t be insecure. You have a pretty face and a nice figure.”

“Aren’t my boobs too small?”

I reached out and lightly ran my fingers over her breasts. “You have perfect breasts. Just the right size for your body. And cute little dark brown nipples.”

I flicked my thumbs over the ends of her nipples. She shivered.

“Oh they are so sensitive today,” she said quietly.

“And you have a beautiful pussy.”

I let one of my hands slide down off her breast, cross her belly until I reached the little triangle of black hair. I pushed my finger into her slit and around underneath the curve of her body. She moved her feet apart a little without my asking. I slid my finger into the cleft of her sex. I curled my finger up inside her and she let out a long groan as she felt me penetrate her slippery entrance. It was still a completely new feeling to her, a part of her body she had only recently become aware of.

“Gosh I’m so wet,” she said.

“Let’s get in the shower and get you even wetter.”

I took off my shirt and then undid the buckle on my belt. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down along with my underwear. Her eyes were taking in every detail. Soon I was naked too. She stared at my cock. I wasn’t hard but I wasn’t completely soft either.

“You can touch it,” I said.

She reached over and very gingerly held my cock. “Oh my god,” she squealed and she let go as if it were a dangerous snake.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yes, it just didn’t feel how I expected. Let me try again.”

Once again she took hold of my cock.

“What do I do?” she asked.

“Stroke it up and down.”

“Like this?”

She started to slide her hand up and down on my cock.

“Oh gosh it’s growing,” she said, when she felt me growing longer and harder and thicker.

“Oh Jasmine, that feels good,” I encouraged.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Perfect. If you keep going like that, but do it faster, you will make me cum.”

“Really? Like that baby stuff, whatever it’s called, sperm, shoots out.”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I want to see that. It sounds amazing.”

“Later. Let’s go and get clean first.”

The two of us went into the shower. I took the washcloth and washed her, paying completely unnecessary attention to her breasts and between her legs. I kissed her, with the warm water cascading over us both. As her tongue found mine, my hand found its way between her legs and I started to stroke her pussy lips. The shower is not an ideal place for sex, the water washes all the girl’s lubrication away immediately. But I wanted to keep her in a permanent state of semi-arousal, keep her pussy tingling and nagging for attention.

She got out of the shower and dried while I washed myself. When I came out of the bathroom she was lying on the bed. I had expected her to be naked but she’d put on a clean pair of panties, plain white briefs.

“Are you shy?”

“A bit. I’m still really self-conscious letting you see me there.” She laughed. “It’s not as if I can even see it myself.”

“Haven’t you ever looked? With a mirror?”

She shook her head.

“I’m going to go and get a mirror. You are going to take off your panties.”

I went to the bathroom and picked up a shaving mirror and brought it back. She had done as asked and was lying pantiless, but with her legs firmly together.

“Spread your legs,” I told her as I moved onto the bed beside her.

She parted her legs and I moved the mirror so that she could see her own pussy for the first time.

“Oh my god, it’s like…I don’t really know…not part of me.”

With the hand not holding the mirror, I reached over and spread her pussy lips apart. She continued to stare in surprise.

“Wow, it’s all brown. And pink inside. It doesn’t really look like the drawings in our health class.”

While she watched in the mirror I let my hand slide down between her labia. We both watched as my finger vanished inside her vagina. She let out a little squeal of surprise, whether from the feeling of my finger inside her or from watching the scene in the mirror I wasn’t sure. As I gently finger-fucked her I leant forward and kissed one of her nipples, and, once it was hard, took it gently between my teeth. I could feel her pussy getting wetter as I teased her nipple.

I put the mirror to one side and then kissed my way down from her nipple to her mound. I wrapped my arms around underneath her legs and with my fingertips I opened up her pussy. Her whole body jerked when I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit.

“Nnngh, fuck,” she groaned. I slid my tongue up and down the whole length of her slit as she continued to let out little moans of pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she shrieked when I suddenly jabbed my tongue inside her cunt as deep as I could go. She squirmed around underneath my mouth as if she was trying to escape, the feelings were too much. I moved back to her clit and started to circle my tongue around it.

“Oh that’s so good,” she sighed. “I can’t believe you are licking me there. Where I pee.”

I lifted up my head. “I can stop.”

She put her hands on my head and pushed me back down between her legs. “No way,” she said.

I started to lick her more rhythmically, circling her clit a few times and then sliding my tongue back between her labia and inside her virgin opening. I decided to surprise her even more. I slid my tongue out of her but instead of going back to her clit I went the other way. The tip of my tongue found the rough pucker of her asshole.

“Fuck, you can’t lick me there too. That’s even more weird.”

Once I had her asshole all slick with saliva I moved my tongue back to her clit. I pushed the tip of my finger into her entrance and gradually worked it deeper into her. Then I pulled it out and let it fall to her asshole. She squirmed a little underneath me as I tongued her clit and worked a fingertip into her ass. She was breathing heavily. I could tell she was close to orgasm although, since she had only cum once in her life, she probably could not. I pushed one of my other fingers back into her cunt.

Just at the moment I sensed she was about to cum, I licked her clit hard and fast. At the same time I roughly jabbed my whole finger into her ass. She screamed in surprise and ecstasy as her body exploded with wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh Roger, that’s wonderful, oh my gosh,” she moaned.

She was bucking her hips as if she was having a fit and holding my head between her thighs. I finger-fucked her ass and her cunt as I did my best to keep my tongue on her rocking clit. When her climax was finally over, I moved up the bed and held her in my arms and kissed her gently.

“Roger, that was like…indescribable. I felt so close to you.”

I kissed her again. “I take it you enjoyed it.”

“It was the most intense experience. I couldn’t believe it when you started to lick me down there. I didn’t even know that was a thing. They never told us about that in health class. Then when you started to lick my ass it made me really uncomfortable at first. But after about two seconds it started to feel wonderful too.”

“You can lick a cock too, you know.”

“Really? That sounds gross. What happens when you cum?”

“It pumps into your mouth.”

“That sounds even more gross.”

“Then you swallow it.”

“Euww. What does it taste like?”

“You can have a taste later, once I cum.”

“I’ll try kissing it. That doesn’t seem too bad.”

Jasmine moved down the bed. She held my cock in her hand and at the same time she started to plant a little trail of kisses around the edge of my knob. I so wanted her to wrap her mouth over it but I didn’t want to do anything to spoil the magic. I knew there would be other days. After all, that was the first day she had seen a cock, and to a petite Asian a big erect cock was clearly somewhat intimidating. But the little kisses and the strokes of her hand did their work and soon I was rock hard.

I rolled her onto her back and moved up between her legs. I nuzzled her pussy with my cock as I kissed her gently. I started to move my hips a little, not really pushing my cock inside her but just knocking on the door. I knew she would be getting little sparks of pleasure each time I pressed my cockhead against her labia.

“Do you want to stick it in?” she said. She laughed. “That didn’t sound very sexy, but I don’t know how else to say it.”

“You could say ‘do you want to make love to me?’ or even ‘fuck me now’.”

She wrapped her arms around me, kissed me. Then she said, “Make love to me Roger.”

I reached under my pillow and found the bottle of lube. I squeezed a few drops onto my cockhead and stroked myself so that my whole cock was slippery. Then I positioned my cockhead so it was just in her opening. Her virgin opening. I pushed forward slowly and felt a little of my cock slide inside her.

“Ouch,” she squeaked and she clamped her thighs around my body to prevent me going any deeper.

“Is it OK?”

“Yes. It’s very tender. Go slowly. But I don’t want you to stop.”

I pulled back a little and then pushed forward a little deeper. I could see her almost gritting her teeth, she so wanted me inside but it was clearly not comfortable at all. I pulled back out a little. I pressed my hips forward again and suddenly about half of my cock slipped inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she squealed. “It’s wonderful and painful all mixed up together.”

I pulled my cock almost out of her pussy. I noticed a few smears of blood on it. She let out a long groan of undiluted pleasure as I thrust my hips forward and completely buried my cock inside her. She was deflowered.

“Oh that’s amazing. Do…I don’t really know what…whatever you do.”

I grabbed the mirror that was still lying on the bed and I positioned it so she could see my cock in her pussy. I thrust in and out of her a few times.

“That looks so odd,” she said. She’d never seen a cock before that day, never seen her own pussy either, so now seeing one inside the other was clearly an even bigger first.

I put the mirror down and kissed her while my cock started to thrust deeper and harder inside her tight little 21-year old pussy. She lay there sighing and moaning with her eyes shut, lost in her own world of arousal. Clearly it was no longer painful. She even started to move her hips, pushing her pussy up a little to meet my cock coming down into her.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. “Open your eyes if you want to watch it.”

She was so aroused she seemed to have difficulty getting her eyes open. I pulled my cock out of her and I knelt over her stroking my shaft.

“I’m going to squirt all over your little Chinese body,” I said as I felt the first warm jet welling up inside. Her eyes opened wide with surprise when the first pulse of cum shot from my cock onto her belly and her breasts. I took her hand and put it on my cock and guided her to stroke it as my body emptied onto hers.

I put a finger in the little pond of cum that seemed to have collected in her navel.

“Have a taste,” I said.

She opened her mouth and then tentatively touched my finger with her tongue. Once she found out that it didn’t taste horrible she closed her mouth over my finger and licked it clean.

“That was incredible,” she said. “I’m so glad you changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I came here today I knew what you’d want from me. But I wasn’t prepared to give it to you. Against all my upbringing. Chinese. Christian. All that culture of virginity. I can’t just have casual sex, especially the first time. But then I did. I don’t even feel guilty.”

“So what happened?”

“You got me on fire with your tongue. And then my pussy did all the thinking instead of my brain, I guess.”

I laughed. “I hope it isn’t going to be the only time.”

“Of course not. Now I’m not a virgin, it doesn’t get any worse if I do it again. Lots of times. Can we do it again now?”

“Not immediately. Men need some time to recover before they are ready to go for a second round. Let’s cook some dinner.” I was going to say I’d fuck her again later but then I decided to soften it. “I’ll make love to you again after that. And in the morning.”

“I can’t wait. It feels so special when you are inside me. Not just physical. I feel so close to you.”

“Don’t fall in love with me. That’s probably not a good idea.”

“I’m trying not to. But I’m not sure it’s working.”

Chapter 6: Sunday Finale

Sunday morning I woke up. I opened my eyes to see Jasmine looking at me all doe-eyed.

“This is so good,” she said, “waking up naked in bed beside my lover.”

I pulled the covers back off her body. She had her legs casually spread and I was pleased that she no longer felt so self-conscious that she had to move them together immediately. I didn’t hide the fact that I was inspecting her exposed pussy. Her fleshy outer lips just had a sparse spattering of hair and then peeking out in between were her light-brown inner labia. Hidden inside, of course, was her no-longer-virgin cunt.

“You are looking at me!” she said.

“Yes. Your cute little Chinese pussy looks so delicious.”

“Will you lick it again? Like you did before. It is so special.”

She spread her legs even wider as I slid down the bed and moved myself between her outspread thighs. I lightly ran just the tip of my tongue up and down her slit, nudging her labia out to the side a little. She let out a little sigh of pleasure. I pushed my tongue inside her opening. The perfect Sunday brunch, a young girl’s pussy juice, it tasted lovely. I pushed inside her as deep as I could, eliciting more little moans of arousal. I reached up and with one hand I spread her lips wide open so that her clit was totally exposed. I just nudged it with the tip of my tongue. She let out little whimpers of excitement.

“Oh gosh, that’s so good Roger. So intimate. It’s perfect.”

I slipped a finger into her opening and slowly pushed it inside. She was tight and wet. Once a single finger moved easily I added a second. She moaned as she felt her pussy being spread wider.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Fuck me with your hand.”

I started to circle her clit with my tongue as I simultaneously started to stimulate her insides with my fingertips. I could sense her arousal building up, her body starting to tense. Having seen her orgasm a few times I had some idea how close she was from how she was behaving.

“Oh Roger, you feel so like a real boyfriend,” Jasmine sighed.

I felt her pussy starting to spasm a little on my fingers, a sign of her upcoming orgasm. Suddenly her body jerked and she let out a loud grunt. “Nnggh, oh my god, I’m cumming.” I could feel her orgasm in her cunt as I felt the clenching pulse through her body. Unlike the previous times I licked her I decided to see whether she could cum a second time.

I stopped moving my fingers in her cunt and almost stopped licking her clit. I knew she would be extremely sensitive at just after her orgasm. As she seemed to relax again, I started to lick her a little harder and start to move my fingers.

“What are you doing? Stop. It’s too much,” she moaned.

But I didn’t stop. I started to lick her harder. I lifted my head up off her pussy for a moment.

“Girls can sometimes cum more than once.”

“Really? Cool. Let’s try it.”

I started to stroke her inside and lick her little hard button. In no time she was sighing and moaning again. “Oh gosh, don’t stop,” she cried. Her body twitched and then she was trembling a little. Her second orgasm was nowhere near as intense as her first, but she had her eyes closed and a little smile of happiness on her face. I licked her until she lay still, then I moved back up the bed and kissed her.

“I feel so close to you when you do that,” she said. “When I cum for you. It feels like I’m doing it for you, although I suppose it is mostly for me.”

Jasmine went to the bathroom. For some reason the sound of a woman peeing is surprisingly intimate. While she was in there I texted Diana.

“we’ll be over around 11. be an obedient slave”

She texted back immediately: “yes sir”

I drove Jasmine back to the two girls’ apartment. Once the door was closed I reached out and pulled her against me. We kissed, standing in the living room. Her tongue probed forward, seeking out mine. She’d never been kissed a week ago and now it was one of her all-time favorite activities.

Diana came out of her room. She was wearing a bathrobe. Whether she was wearing anything underneath I had no idea, but I soon would find out.

“Take off your robe,” I said.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

She undid the belt, slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a pink thong. I put my arm around Jasmine’s waist, partially so I could sense her comfort level and partially so she couldn’t run off to her room in embarrassment.

“Take off your panties,” I ordered, “Jasmine has never seen another pussy.”

“Yes sir.”

She slipped the sides of her thong over her hips and let it fall to her ankles. I glanced at Jasmine. She was staring at her room-mate’s pussy, unable to tear her eyes away from the smoothly shaved mound split by the deep cleft of her slit.

“Sit on the sofa and show it to us properly.”

Diana sat down, then she slowly spread her legs wide. Jasmine and I got to see the pretty pink flower of her labia presented for our inspection.

“Open it up.”

“Yes sir.”

Diana reached down with both hands. With just her fingertips she spread the outer lips of her pussy, opening herself up. The pink petals of her pussy parted to reveal the shiny wet entrance to her cunt.

 “Stick a finger in,” I said.

Diana moved her hands. One hand still parted her lips so her pussy was exposed. Jasmine and I watched as one finger of the other hand slipped into her vagina.

“Oh my gosh,” Jasmine sighed. I could sense her discomfort but also knew she wasn’t going to miss whatever was happening.

“Come and kneel in front of me.”

“Yes sir.”

Diana knelt down on the floor. She licked her lips.

“Is she really going to do it while I watch?” Jasmine said.

“If you tell her to.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Tell her.”

Jasmine took a deep breath. “Suck him,” she said.

“Yes ma’am.”

Diana undid my belt and my pants and pulled everything down along with my underwear. She put her hands behind her back and leant forward, taking my cock into her mouth. She used her lips and her tongue to start to get me harder.

“You can stroke me too,” I told Jasmine.

She reached down and wrapped her small hand around my cock. As Diana attacked my knob, she gently stroked my shaft. After a while I was rock solid.

“Do you want to try it?” I asked Jasmine.

“Gosh. It’s scary. But I’ll have a go.”

She knelt alongside her room-mate. Diana took her head off my cock and put her hand on Jasmine’s head. She guided her towards my cock. Jasmine opened her mouth and wrapped her lips over me for the very first time. Diana pushed and pulled her head so that she rhythmically slid me in and out of her mouth. She grabbed one of Jasmine’s hands and guided it so she was caressing my balls as she licked me. After a short time, Diana pushed Jasmine away and took my cock in her mouth again. The two girls took it in turns to suckle on me. It wouldn’t take long for me to cum in their mouths but I wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Do you want to see Jasmine’s pussy?” I said to Diana.

“Yes please sir.”

She moved in front of Jasmine, reached out and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down along with Jasmine’s panties. I knew it was the first time that Diana had seen another pussy up-close like that. She looked at it for a moment. Then she reached out, grabbed Jasmine’s ass with both hands and pressed her tongue into Jasmine’s slit.

“Fuck I’m not a lesbian,” Jasmine shrieked. But as if under autopilot she moved her feet apart to give her friend more access. She even bent her knees a little to offer her complete access.

“Gosh,” Jasmine moaned. “This is so wrong. Against my upbringing. Not Chinese. Not Christian. But…fucking thrilling.”

I led Jasmine over to the sofa. She sat down and without being asked she spread her legs. Diana moved between them and her tongue vanished into the Chinese girl’s cunt.

“Oh gosh, you know what you are doing,” Jasmine sighed. “I never knew you were into girls too.”

“It’s her first time too,” I whispered in her ear.

I pulled Jasmine’s top off, undid her bra. I took off my own shirt too. Now all three of us were completely naked. I sat down beside her, my cock pointing enthusiastically to the sky.

“You can go on top this time,” I said to her.

She stepped up and stood on the sofa, with one foot on either side of me. Diana grabbed my cock and, as Jasmine lowered her body, guided it inside her. She was tight but wet and slippery. She had to raise and lower her body a couple of times to work me inside.

“Finger her clit.”

“Yes sir,” Diana said.

I thought she might have difficulty finding it, as it was her first time with another girl, but Jasmine guided her in like air-traffic control.

“A little higher. A tiny bit more. Yes, there. Perfect. Can you feel it?”

Jasmine started to rock her hips. I just sat there and let her do the work for a time. I knew she would get either tired or too aroused. Diana was rubbing her clit. But it felt good, as if Jasmine was fucking me rather than me fucking her, as it had been the previous times.

As Jasmine got more and more aroused, she kept forgetting to keep moving. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up a little. Then I could move my hips up and down underneath her, pistoning my cock in and out of her. In no time I could sense her impending orgasm.

“Oh yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh fuck me. That sounds so dirty. But do it. Fuck me hard.”

The effect of my cock inside her cunt and Diana’s finger on her clit worked its magic. “Oh don’t stop, I’m cumming,” Jasmine moaned. She thrust her body back and forth on my cock as her climax burned through her like a forest fire. Diana kept tickling her clit as the flames flared up and gradually died back down. Jasmine rolled off my cock and lay on the sofa semi-comatose.

Diana moved and positioned herself on the floor on all fours. I moved behind her. She reached between her legs and guided my cock inside. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard. I looked over, Jasmine had recovered and was lying there watching us fucking. I knew she had never seen porn, so this was her first time getting the visual experience of people fucking, a personal show we were putting on for her.

I fucked Diana hard. She was moaning with pleasure. I got close to cumming.

“Come here,” I said to Jasmine.

She sat on the floor alongside me. Just before I exploded into Diana’s cunt I pulled out of her.

“Put your mouth over it.”

Jasmine’s lips wrapped over my cock just as the first blast of cum spurted from my cock. I put my hand on her head and held her there for the first few jets.

“Keep your mouth open,” I said.

I moved back and the two girls watched as I squirted into Jasmine’s mouth and filled it with cum. When I was nearly empty I put my cock back in and let her suck the last dribbles out of me.

Diana sat up and kissed Jasmine. The two of them sat there kissing, twirling their tongues through my cum as they moved it from mouth to mouth before, finally, they both swallowed their share.

I took them both by the hand and led them into Diana’s bedroom and we all lay on her king-size bed, a tangle of arms and legs and breast and pussies. And a cock.

“Diana hasn’t cum yet,” I said to Jasmine. “Do you want to try it?”

“This is so sinful. But I want to try everything.”

Jasmine moved down the bed. Diana spread her legs. I reached over with one hand and held Diana’s pussy open. Jasmine’s tongue touched her room-mate’s pussy experimentally. Then, as she got used to the idea, she started to explore, pushing her tongue inside Diana’s cunt and then seeking out the unmistakable tiny bud that was her clit. Diana put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up towards her chest, exposing herself completely to Jasmine’s tongue. Jasmine was licking enthusiastically now, making up in passion for what she lacked in experience.

“Oh yes Jasmine, just keep doing it like that, hold that rhythm” Diana sighed, obviously getting close.

I reached around under Diana’s leg and found a little of the juice that had leaked from her and run downwards. I rubbed it onto her asshole. Just at the moment I felt she was about to start to cum I roughly forced my finger into her. She squealed in surprise and then she was cumming, thrashing around on the bed like a demented madwoman. I worked my finger in and out of her throbbing asshole as Jasmine did her best to keep her tongue on her bucking hips.

Finally the three of us lay on the bed, kissing and cuddling.

That was how the summer went. I had two girlfriends, who seemed quite happy to share. We would go out mountain-biking and work up a sheen of sweat. Then shower. Then work up more sweat as our naked bodies soaked up all the pleasure we could give each other.

Bonus Chapter

I had the perfect summer. I had two girlfriends who were happy to share me. Not to mention giving each other pleasure too, when I was unavailable. Or wanted to watch. Of course it was a challenge keeping two young women satisfied, their ages almost exactly added up to mine.

During the week, sometimes either Diana or Jasmine would come over to my house for some one-on-one time. That seemed to work better than going to their place since then the girl not getting fucked had to listen to the sounds of the orgasms of the one who was. Going from one girl’s room to the other’s, ‘cunt cycling’ Diana named it, was even less satisfactory.

Then most weekends they would both come over and we would all be together. It was like I was in a single relationship, it just happened to be with two girls instead of one. We would cuddle on the couch and watch TV, we would cook together, shop together, shower together. And, of course, fuck together.

Jasmine was totally in love with me, or at least thought she was. She was certainly infatuated with me and couldn’t get enough of my fingers and tongue and cock. From being shy about her body she now liked nothing more than to walk around the house naked. Not that I was complaining of course.

Diana was more realistic since she had been in several relationships before, not to mention her unfair share of one-night-stands. One thing Diana loved during one-on-one time was anal sex. I think it was because she knew I’d never taken Jasmine in that particular orifice so it was something that only she did for me. Plus I was the only person who had penetrated her there so it made it extra-special. We only ever did it when we were alone, so Jasmine had never seen it and probably didn’t even know such a thing existed.

But all good things come to an end. My job was moving to the east coast and so I was going to be leaving in a couple of months. I wasn’t worried about Diana, she didn’t seem to have had too much difficulty finding boyfriends in the past. But Jasmine was clueless about such things. If Diana hadn’t bet me I couldn’t seduce her, then she would still be a lonely virgin.

Diana and I persuaded Jasmine to let us put together an internet dating profile for her to ‘see what happened.’ I took a picture of her naked and cropped it just above her nipples so you couldn’t tell, but the picture still oozed sexuality. I took a picture of her and Diana out mountain biking. I made Jasmine take her vest off so was just in a sports-bra and lycra shorts, and her figure was on view. We dressed her in her smartest clothes and took her out to a bar and photographed her there. I wouldn’t let her wear a bra so just a hint of her cldbn were visible if you looked at the photo closely. We put a little effort into the other part of the profile but men care a lot about looks and care little for what five things you can’t do without in life, or what you would like to be doing on a Friday evening (fucking, but nobody ever says that).

Diana and I triaged the replies that came back. Gratifyingly there were a lot. The photos with an aura of eroticism were doing their trick. We rejected the men who clearly were players, Jasmine wanted to be someone’s girlfriend not their fuck-toy. We rejected the wimps who seemed too shy. They wouldn’t be able to carry on a conversation with Jasmine when she retreated a little into her shell. We carried on email exchanges with a few until we finally decided on one in particular to be Jasmine’s first date. He might work out, and if he didn’t then it would still be good practice for Jasmine for next time. He was good looking, worked in marketing, mid-20s. He listed one of his hobbies as mountain-biking.

“You are going on a coffee date tomorrow,” Diana said.

“Oh gosh. That is terrifying. What do I do?” Jasmine replied.

“You’ve two goals,” I said. “The first goal is to keep the conversation going for at least 45 minutes. He is a mountain-biker so that gives you one thing to talk about. And he is a guy and you are a girl, so that gives you another. The second goal is to get him to invite you to go mountain-biking at the weekend.”

“What if I don’t like him?”

“Even if you don’t like him, try and achieve the two goals. Otherwise it is too easy to chicken out and rationalize it to yourself. If you don’t like him you can always cancel the mountain-biking later. But you win the prize if you do both.”

“So what if it goes well? What happens next?”

“He may try and kiss you.”

“And I let him?”

“If you want to. If you think that would feel good.”

“What if I want more? You know how easily I get aroused these days.”

“Don’t do more on your first date. The purpose of the first date is for you to get to know each other and then to arrange a second date if you both want one. Nothing more. Don’t let your pussy take control.”

Jasmine laughed. “You know me too well!”

“So do I fuck him on the next date. Let’s say we go mountain-biking at the weekend. What then?”

“If he likes you then he will invite you for a drink, or maybe dinner. Since you don’t have a car he will bring you home afterwards.”

“So what happens then?”

“He will kiss you in the car, almost for sure. He will want to touch your breasts.”

“And I have to stop him? Or it is OK?”

“If you are fine with it then let him touch your breasts,” Diana said. “But don’t let him get your bra off. And for sure don’t let him get his hand in your pants.”

Jasmine laughed. “This is like a computer program for dating. Syntax error: panties misaligned.”

We agreed that Diana and I would go to the coffee shop too, and listen to the conversation. Then afterwards we could give Jasmine feedback on how she did. We went to a different coffee shop and parked the car. Diana and I walked to the coffee shop scheduled for the date and found a table. William arrived and got a coffee and picked a table fairly near us. A few minutes later Jasmine came in, doing her best not to look in our direction at all. William got her a coffee.

They started by talking about his job and her college courses, the usual sort of small talk as they started to get to know each other.

“So you are a mountain-biker?” William said.

“Yes, but I only started this summer. I’m not a real expert.”

“Do you have your own bike?”

“Yes. But I’m just a student. So it’s not one of those carbon-fiber ones with full suspension and disk brakes and stuff.”

“Have you ever ridden one like that?”

“No. Just other people’s cast-offs and my own cheap bike.”

“I can take you out, if you like. What are you doing on Saturday?”

“No plans. Rescue me from schoolwork!”

“OK. We’ll go mountain-biking at the weekend.”

“Deal.”

“So what do you want out of a relationship?”

Jasmine thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. More than just…you know.”

“Sex?”

Jasmine blushed. “Sorry, I’m Asian. I get embarrassed so easily.”

“Don’t worry I had a Chinese girlfriend once before.”

“Really? Where was she from?”

“She was ABC. From Miami of all places.”

“I was brought up in Guangzhou. I came here to go to college.”

“And are you planning on returning afterwards?”

“Not if I can help it. But you may have to marry me if I don’t get a visa.”

William laughed. “I think that is the first time I’ve ever heard anything like that on a first date.”

Jasmine laughed too. “I didn’t really mean it. Although I do want to stay after graduation. I love the freedom here compared to China where there is a lot of pressure to conform.”

Diana and I decided to leave. Jasmine and William seemed to be getting on well and she would be more comfortable if she weren’t worried about the fact that we were listening to every word. We went back to the girls’ apartment. A couple of hours later Jasmine returned.

“How did it go?” Diana asked.

“Pretty well, I think. After you guys left the coffee shop he asked if I’d like a real drink. One with alcohol, not caffeine. We went to a wine bar. He was touching my arm a lot as we drank our wine. Then he put his hand on my leg a couple of times. Then he drove me back here.”

“Did he kiss you?”

“Yes. He stopped the car. Then he leant over and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, of course. So he started to kiss me harder. He had his tongue in my mouth. His hand was on one of my breasts. My pussy was tingling.”

“Did he get your bra off?”

“No. He tried to get his hand up under my top but I stopped him. But I think he could feel my nipples anyway. I’m only wearing a thin bra. Plus they were hard, obviously. I didn’t really want to stop him getting his hand up my top. I mean I would have been quite happy for him to touch my breasts properly. But I was following your instructions. The computer program.”

“You need to make him wait. Don’t be too easy or he won’t think you are serious about wanting a real relationship.”

“He asked me to go to dinner on Saturday. After mountain-biking. And then maybe go to a club. I’m not entirely sure even what a club is.”

“Bars. Dancing. Lights. Loud music.”

“So what will happen afterwards?”

“He will bring you back home,” Diana said. “He may want to come in but you don’t let him. Kiss him again in the car. Maybe let him get your bra undone this time. But no hands in your pants.”

“I’ll be on fire. You know what I’m like when I’m kissed.”

“I know it seems odd. But the more you make him wait the more enthusiastic he will be to chase after you. It’s how you can tell if he really wants you for more than just a one-night-stand.”

“I suppose.”

Saturday was a long time coming, especially for Jasmine. She and Diana spent ages deciding exactly what she would wear, a subject I was totally unqualified for. I couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for which pair of shoes went with which outfit. The plan was that William would pick Jasmine up and take her mountain-biking. Then he would drop her off so she could shower and change and pick her up for dinner. Presumably he would drop her off back here later.

Diana and I went to her bed and took advantage of Jasmine’s absence to have some vigorous sex. Then we lay there like anxious parents waiting for their daughter to come home from her first date. At around 1am the door opened. Jasmine came into Diana’s room. She was a little drunk and hyper.

“I’m so on fire,” she said. “I need you guys to fuck me this instant.”

“How did it go?”

Jasmine took her clothes off as she told us.

“We went for dinner at that steakhouse downtown. We were sitting across the table so he wasn’t able to be as touchy as he was before. After that we went to the club. I drank vodka and cranberry, which I don’t think I’ve ever had before. After a couple of drinks we went out onto the dance floor. The music was so loud it was almost impossible to talk. I can’t really dance but he put his arms around me and held me close. In the semi-darkness his hands were all over me, my ass, my breasts. Then we were kissing again. He was grinding his cock against me. I could tell he was hard.”

Jasmine was naked now. She slid up onto the bed. I moved down between her legs and started to lightly lick her pussy. Not surprisingly she was already pretty wet.

“What happened next?” Diana said.

“Then we left and came back here. He turned the engine off in the car. I don’t remember the details but suddenly we were kissing. His hands were on my breasts. This time when he tried to get his hand up my top I let him. He slid one hand up my back and neatly undid my bra. His hands were all over my breasts. My nipples were like steel points. He was rubbing them and pinching them. I think I was moaning. Without thinking I reached over and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. I know I wasn’t meant to yet.”

I was licking Jasmine lightly, not enough to make her cum but enough to keep her on the edge while she told us the story. I glanced up. Diana was rubbing one of Jasmine’s nipples.

“He unzipped himself and got it out. He is enormous. It’s going to fucking hurt again when he puts it in me, I expect. So what do you think I did then?”

“Gave him a blowjob?” Diana said.

Jasmine laughed. “Yes. I bent over and took him in my mouth. He was really excited, I think. He didn’t last long anyway. When he finished he produced a lot of cum, more than I could keep in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but he just kept pumping.”

“Did you let him into your panties?”

“No. He wanted to. But my pants were too tight. And I certainly wasn’t going to take them off somewhere as public as the parking lot outside here. Then I came back and now I’m here. Get me off now, so I will be calm enough to be able to sleep.”

I started to lick Jasmine harder, circling around her little clit in just the way that I knew she most loved. Diana started to kiss her as she continued to pinch her nipples. In no time Jasmine was lost in arousal, moaning and sighing with pleasure. All three of us could sense Jasmine’s impending orgasm. “Oh fuck that’s good,” she moaned. “Yes, perfect.” Her body twitched and then she was almost shrieking as her orgasm flooded her body with ecstasy. Diana and I kept stimulating her until finally her body was still.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Jasmine said once she was back in the real world. “I’m going mountain-biking with him again tomorrow.”

“I think you’re going to get laid tomorrow,” Diana said.

“Is that allowed? I don’t have to keep fighting him off?”

“If you want him then just take him to bed.”

“I absolutely want to. You can tell how fired up I was tonight.”

Jasmine went back to her own room to sleep. Diana and I wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. Soon we were asleep too. In the morning when we got up Jasmine had already gone.

“Do you think we should go to my place and give her some privacy?” I said.

“No way,” said Diana. “I want to hear my little Chinese room-mate getting nailed by her new boyfriend.”

I laughed. “You can be such a pervert.”

We went and had a brunch. We played our usual game of trying to decide which of the people who were also in the café had had sex that morning. Being a Sunday the answer was probably most of them, but it was fun imagining it all. It was more fun at dinner trying to decide who was going to get lucky for the first time. When we got back to the apartment there was a car with two mountain-bikes on it in the visitor parking area.

Diana and I crept into he apartment as quietly as we could. At first we weren’t even sure if Jasmine and William were there until we noticed the trail of Jasmine’s mountain-biking clothes across the living room floor. Then we heard William’s voice.

“Spread your legs you little Asian bitch. Oh fuck, your pussy looks so lickable.”

“Oh I love it when you talk dirty. So lick it. Lick my Chinese pussy. Oh yes, just there. No, not so hard, yes like that.”

I imagined Jasmine’s naked body spread on her bed, with William between her thighs licking her. I was sure Diana was imagining it too. I came up behind her and rubbed my hardening cock against her ass. I reached around and gently rubbed her pussy through her pants.

“That’s it. Just keep going like that. You’re going to make me cum. Oh yes, yes.”

We had heard Jasmine cum so many times we knew she was just on the cusp. A few more seconds and her orgasm would burst into her body and she’d be twitching and shaking with ecstasy.

“Oh don’t stop, oh yes, I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Oh my god.”

Finally Jasmine was silent. I had the picture of her lying limply on her bed, her eyes closed for a moment.

“Open your legs wider, you little Chinese slut. I want to get my big cock in your tight little cunt.”

“Oh gosh, yes. I want your mammoth cock inside me…but be careful. You’re so thick.”

“Bigger than any you’ve had before?”

“Yes.”

“And how many boyfriends have you had before?”

There was a pause and then Jasmine said, “Two.” She decided to give the honest answer that she’d had two lovers, but omit the inconvenient fact that one of her two boyfriends was a girl. So she’d actually only had one cock inside her.

“Hold my cock and put me in.”

“OK. Ouch. Go slowly. It’s very tender. Ow. Shit, you’ve not even got your knob in yet.”

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, you little Chinese whore.”

“Oh just shove it in hard. Forget about being gentle. Just get it in.”

There was a pause. Then Jasmine screamed loudly. “Oh shit that hurt. But at least you are completely in me. Fuck me hard. I love it rough.”

The rhythmic squeaking of Jasmine’s bed meant that Diana and I could tell she was getting what she desired. Gradually the squeaking of the bed started to be accompanied by Jasmine’s own squeaks of arousal.

“Your fuck-hole is so tight,” William said. “You feel like a virgin. You’re going to make me cum in no time.”

“Yes,” Jasmine moaned. “Fill me up. Fill my little Asian pussy with your cum.”

It was odd hearing Jasmine talking like that, when she was with us she was more demure, more Asian. Plus I was glad that Diana had persuaded Jasmine to go on the pill earlier in the summer. She loved the feel of a cock cumming inside her, twitching in her cunt as it filled her up.

“Oh yes, I’m gonna cum,” William grunted. “Ngh, ngh, ngh.”

“I can feel your cock jerking. Shit, you produce so much, I can’t take it all. It’s already leaking out everywhere.”

“Squeeze me with your cunt. Get the last drops out of me.”

“It’s pouring out now. I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back.”

Diana and I ran into her bedroom and pulled the door to. We heard Jasmine go to the bathroom. Then we heard her walk across the living room. Suddenly the door to Diana’s room opened and a naked Jasmine stood there. She put her fingers to her lips to make sure we stayed quiet. Then she winked at us and closed the door. She knew we were there and she didn’t care. The three of us really had no sexual secrets that summer.

About an hour later we heard William and Jasmine leave the apartment. We didn’t know if they were going somewhere or whether Jasmine had just gone to say goodbye. Five minutes later she came back, ran into Diana’s room and leapt onto the bed like a child promised a present.

“So what happened?” I asked.

“We went out mountain-biking this morning,” Jasmine said. “But to tell the truth, our heart wasn’t in it. Although neither of us had said anything, we both knew we were going to fuck when we got back here. We got in the door and he was kissing me and tearing my clothes off. Not that I was doing anything to try and slow him down, I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I noticed your bedroom door was open so I knew you weren’t around, so I wasn’t too worried about being stripped in the living room. Later the door was closed so I knew you’d been listening.”

“I guess that was a bit of a giveaway,” Diana said.

“What did you hear?” Jasmine said.

“Everything,” Diana said. “You being licked. You being fucked. Your Chinese bitch fuck-hole being plundered.”

Jasmine laughed. “Yes, he does like to talk dirty.”

“Sounds like he produces a lot of cum,” I said.

“A lot more than you. And you are the only guy I’ve had sex with until today. It was practically spraying out of me as he pumped me full of it. I can still feel it dripping out of me into my panties.”

“Did it hurt? We heard you scream in pain.”

“Not as bad as my first time. But yes. It’s like ripping off a band-aid though. Best just to get it over with and take all the pain in one go.”

“So do I get dumped now?”

“No way. You have been fucking two girls all summer. I don’t see why I can’t fuck two guys until you leave.”

“How about me?” Diana said.

“It never crossed my mind. You are a girl. Somehow that doesn’t even feel like it might count as cheating. But I’m still sore. Neither of you are fucking me today.”

“Would you like to fuck Diana?” I said.

“Lick her, you mean?”

“No. Fuck her. With a strap-on cock. I bought a present for you both when I am gone and I’ve been waiting for a good time to give it to you. Now seems like a good time. But it’s at my place.”

“What are we waiting for?” said Diana. “I’m totally up for a plastic fucking.”

“And I’m totally up for being the fucker,” Jasmine said.

“And I’m going to do you in the ass. You are not sore there.”

“What!” Jasmine said. “That’s not possible, is it?”

“I regularly let him take me there,” Diana said. “It’s pretty extreme and it feels really dirty and taboo.”

“Yesterday, you said you wanted to try everything,” I said.

“Yes but…how does it fit?”

“You have to go really slowly,” Diana said. “It takes a lot of trust.”

“I’m not so worried about that. I trust Roger completely. It’s that…it seems like it would have to hurt. A lot.”

“It’s right on the borderline. Like when you took William’s cock today.”

“That wasn’t right on the borderline. That was way over it. It was fucking painful at first.”

“Anal sex is a bit like that. Maybe a little painful at first. I bet you have a huge orgasm even though it is hurting. I usually do. It’s so intense.”

The three of us drove back to my apartment. I got out the plastic cock and its harness. The cock was a realistic shape but it was jet black. It was a bit bigger than my own. I thought Diana might like a little stretching.

“It’s big,” Diana said.

“William’s is even bigger,” Jasmine said.

“Wow. No wonder you screamed the house down when he first went in.”

The three of us slipped out of our clothes and got onto my bed.

“How do I put it on?” Jasmine asked.

We worked out how the straps worked and buckled them around her waist. She looked incongruous, a petite Chinese girl with a huge black cock sticking out. I reached under the pillow, found the lube and dripped some on the cock. Jasmine stood there stroking the cock as if she were a guy masturbating. Soon the cock had a glistening sheen of lube.

Diana lay face down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her pink pussy was perfectly framed between her thighs, pale down to where her biking shorts ended, a deep tan lower on her legs. I knelt behind her and pushed my tongue into her. I swirled my tongue in her entrance, getting her ready for her room-mate’s cock. I let my tongue drift up and started to lick her asshole. Maybe I’d get Jasmine to fuck her in there too. That would be hot to watch. Once Diana’s pussy was all wet and shiny with my saliva and her juice I moved out of the way.

I took hold of Jasmine’s dildo and pulled her forward, positioning the point just in Diana’s opening. Jasmine pushed her hips forward. I watched Diana’s pink pussy lips distend around the black plastic as just the cockhead slipped into her.

“Fuck. It’s big,” she said.

“Do you want it all in one go like me with William?” Jasmine asked.

“I don’t know.”

I made the decision for her. I put my hand on Jasmine’s ass, then lifted it up and brought it down, spanking her hard. Jasmine instinctively thrust her hips forward and forced the plastic cock deeper into her room-mate’s pussy.

“Yeow,” Jasmine squealed as a pink hand-print appeared on her ass.

“Yeow,” Diana squealed, a mixture of surprise and pain.

I spanked Jasmine a few more times. Her ass was glowing pink. The black cock was completely inside Diana’s cunt. Each time my hand landed on Jasmine, the cock jerked inside Diana and she let out a moan of pleasure.

I moved behind Jasmine, grabbed her hips, and guided her thrusting motions. She would pull the cock almost out of Diana’s pussy, you could see the ridge of the cockhead, then thrust it back in roughly. Diana let out little whimpers of pleasure each time she felt her cunt fill up with plastic. Diana reached underneath her body and started to masturbate herself.

Once Jasmine got the hang of it I let her fuck Diana on her own. I slipped my hand between her legs and fingered her. She was very wet and excited. I found her clit and held my finger there. Each time Jasmine thrust into Diana, her clit ran the length of my finger and she let out a little sigh.

I moved alongside Diana. I picked up the lube again and let a little bit dribble onto the tight pucker of her asshole. I rubbed it in and then worked a fingertip inside. As the ring of muscle relaxed I worked a second one in.

“That looks so obscene,” Jasmine said watching my fingers slipping in and out of her friend’s ass.

I dripped a little more lube and then worked in a third finger. Between my fingers in her ass, her finger on her clit, and Jasmine fucking her cunt with the plastic cock, she was a bundle of arousal, panting and groaning.

I spread Diana’s ass cheeks. I indicated to Jasmine what to do. She pulled out of Diana’s pussy and put the point of the plastic cock on the asterisk of Diana’s asshole.

“Push slowly,” I said. “But also hard or it won’t go in.”

Jasmine pushed her hips forward. Diana’s asshole opened up and part of the black cock slipped in.

“Nngh,” she grunted. “I can barely take it.”

Jasmine pushed again and a little more of the black shaft vanished into Diana’s rectum.

“Oh fuck, it’s intense.”

Jasmine started to fuck Diana, gradually working a little more of the cock into her on each forward thrust of her hips. Eventually the entire cock was inside.

“I can’t believe how fast anal makes me cum. Don’t stop. Be forceful. Yes, yes. I’m fucking cumming already. Oh Jasmine, you have to try it. I think you’ll love it. Yes, yes. Keep fucking me. It’s going on and on.”

Jasmine continued to fuck Diana even after her orgasm. I started to spank her ass again to add to the fun. I could sense that the pain of the spanking was turning her on.

“I need to stop,” Diana moaned. “I’m getting sore and exhausted.”

One problem with strap-on sex is that there is no natural end, no ejaculation to finish things. Jasmine pulled out of Diana. I undid the buckle on the harness and put the cock to one side. It was time for my treat, Jasmine’s ass.

I made her lay face-down on the bed. I spread her ass-cheeks. Her asshole was dark brown, much darker than the rest of her body, almost the same color as her nipples, a dark brown pucker that a moment later I was licking.

“That still feels so weird,” Jasmine said. “Like something I shouldn’t be doing. A guilty pleasure.”

After having a good lick of Jasmine’s little Asian asshole, I picked up the lube and let a little stream drip out. Then with a finger I rubbed and spread it around the area. I pushed a finger into her. She was used to having a finger in her ass, I’d done it many times during the summer. But when I pushed a second finger in alongside, it was a first for her. She was very tight, but my fingers gradually started to move more easily in the lube as her asshole relaxed a little. I always figure that three fingers is about close to the same diameter as a cock, so I like to get a girl prepared that way.

“Oh my gosh,” Jasmine moaned as she felt me work the third finger inside along with the other two. Once all three fingers could move it was time for my cock. I dribbled a little more lube onto my cock. You can’t have too much lube with anal, the girl doesn’t produce any of her own juices.

I moved over Jasmine’s body and centered my cock on the dark brown pucker. I pushed down, firmly but not fast, forcing my cock into her tight asshole.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jasmine moaned. “It’s nearly as bad as taking William’s monster cock earlier. In the other hole.”

“Reach under your body and stroke your clit,” I said. “The distraction helps control the discomfort.”

As Jasmine rubbed her clit, I gradually worked myself into her little Chinese rosebud.

“Oh I’m gonna cum. I think. So weird. I’m not even really enjoying it right now.”

I started to move in her ass now that she was starting to be relaxed enough that I could.

“Oh gosh, this is fucking unusual. I’m going to cum. Oh yes, what a surprise.”

I felt her asshole clamp on my cock, those muscles are strong. I looked over. Diana was watching intently as her Chinese room-mate lost her anal virginity. Jasmine was trembling underneath me as her small surprise orgasm flared up and then burned out.

I pulled out of her and lay on my back. Diana grabbed my cock and held it so that it was pointing straight up. Jasmine squatted over my body and then lowered herself. Diana guided my cock back into her now-relaxed ass.

“It feels good going in now,” Jasmine said. “Thank goodness.”

She started to rise up and down. I could feel the tight muscle of her asshole sliding up and down my cock. I was already close. Diana started to cradle my balls in one of her hands, lightly stroking me.

“I’m going to cum,” I said.

“Oh yes, cum in my tight little Asian backdoor. Defile my ass.”

It was odd hearing Jasmine talking dirty like that, something she seemed to have learned from William earlier in the day. Or maybe she always wanted to throw off her Asian inhibitions and William gave her permission.

I grunted as the first blasts of cum fired deep into Jasmine’s body.

“Oh yes you fucker,” she said as she felt my cock pulsing. “Fill me up. I’ve got two different guys’ cum in me now. Fill up all my holes.”

I pulled out of her. Diana put her mouth over my cockhead and coaxed out the final few drops.

“How was it?” I said to Jasmine.

“I hated it at first. Then, like you predicted, I came even though it was still hurting. After that my body was more relaxed. I suppose it’s not something I want to do all the time but occasionally for sure. Plus it feels really naughty to be fucked by two guys within the space of a few hours. Both my holes down there are full of different men’s cum.”

“So when are you seeing William again?”

“Not sure. One evening next week. This is pretty depraved. I have a new boyfriend. And you two are still fucking me. Doing new stuff even. You have changed me. If you asked me a few months ago whether I’d have sex with two guys in one day I’d have said you were insane. I wasn’t even going to have sex with one. Virgin until marriage and all. Or at the very least until true, passionate, committed love. Not that I had a clue what that was. Now I’ve just had sex on my third date. I’d have done it on the second, I think. It wasn’t my Asian background, or my Christianity that stopped me though. It was the knowledge that you two guys would tell me off.”

“It’s your body so you can do whatever you want with it,” Diana said. “You don’t have to worry too much about what we think.”

“I know. But I do value all the advice. You’ve had a lot more boyfriends than me.”

Diana covered her face with her hands. “You make me sound like a slut.”

“No, that’s not what I meant at all. If anything, I’m jealous. I should have started younger like you did.”

“You’ve had more experiences than most girls, whatever age they started.”

“Fuck yes. First Roger somehow seduced me. Even now I’m not sure how it really happened given how naïve and shy I was. Luckily I loved it when you first kissed me, I guess. Then you guys pushed me into my first threesome. Now you have got me a new boyfriend. And just today I’ve played with a strap-on, got spanked, had anal sex, had sex with two guys. And a girl. All that for a reserved Chinese virgin, it’s quite a change.”

“So do you think William might be a real boyfriend for a time?” Diana asked.

Jasmine laughed. “I’ve no idea. But he likes mountain biking and he’s got a big cock. For now, I’m a girl of simple tastes. Plus I’ve got you two for…hmm…tastes that are not so simple.”