Fucking Lucy

So I kiss down her belly, her thighs, down her legs, and back up, circling in. first, I blew on her pussy, gently, careful. That alone made her jump, sigh, but when I used my tongue.. My god, what a reaction. She began with ohmygod sighs, umms and ahhs, and up and on, on and up, higher and louder, reveling in it, taking it like she could barely believe the feeling, louder, passionater, hotter; and then her body joined in, bucking, writhing so much so it was hard for me to keep up as she jerked and ground around the bed, her hips raised high, her shoulders rucking up the duvet, her head, neck prone over the edge of the mattress.

But here was where her ignorance showed, as it did several times; for I do not think she knew what was happening to her. Now, Gloria knows how to come, and closes her thighs when she does, gentle pressure on my head to move me away; but I think Lucy didn't understand this, and just rode it as long as I did it, because it ended with her saying `Oh, stop, stop, stop..' I guess either that or -- and as this is more flattering so it less likely to be true -- she was multi-orgasmic.

So then we took a little rest. Now after all we had been through she had still not really taken a good look at my cock, was too charmingly shy to look; and that got me going as well. So as we rested I moved her hand to it, urged her to look.. ‘Oh my god, oh my god, it's so big.’ That's what every guy likes to hear, of course, but I demurred slightly – ‘How do you know, you've never seen any others?’ So she wanted to know if I had seen many others, for she had the idea Chinese guys were smaller than foreigners, and of course I told her this was generally true.

And then I reckoned to try and enter her. And after her reaction when I ate her I felt like a sexual superstar, and commensurately horny; and her passion mixed with naivety was very stimulating. So I began to ease in, and it hurt her, as it was sure to; but she impressed me pretty big with how well she bore it. It hurt, and her whole body trembled, tensed, and there was a rim of wetness in her eyes, but she was much tougher than, say, Mona or Gloria, and bore it well. She really wanted to know what fucking meant. I moved slow as I could, just rested inside her; and after a while began to move slow, shallow, and the pain subsided a little, and she relaxed, began to feel whispers of pleasure. But I kept it slow, gentle, and relatively brief.

After, she wanted a change of scene, so when she'd got dressed, sending me into the bathroom while she did so, we went out to eat to a nearby Bi Feng Tang. There, the staff claimed to recognize me which, I think, made her wonder a little if I did this every week. It's possible they did really recognize me, but since I'd not been in there for maybe six, eight months, I rather think it was merely a case of ‘all foreigners look the same’; which I think they do to Chinese people who know few foreigners, just like Chinese people do to foreigners who know few of them. And then coffee, and then back to the hotel. And she would not let me undress her, hid in the wardrobe to change. Again, her shyness in letting me see her undress was a real a turn on; but while she showered I inspected her clothes and of course pressed to my nose her panties which she'd neatly folded and hidden away. Sexy blue silk panties, their sexy perfumed odour.. they felt good, smooth and sexy around my cock.

After she'd showered we moved to the bed, and again I ate her, to every bit as much reaction from her as before. Again, on until she begged me to stop so I was not sure if she came lots or not at all. A rest, and then I entered her again. At first, it hurt. I had told her earlier it would only hurt the first time.. I had to modify this now to ‘the first few times’; but the difference was that the pain passed off quicker now, and she began to get into it more and then more, and yet more.. oh, and she got into it so hot, was so uninhibited; I laid her on her side, spooned into her back, entered her so, and that just lit her up; and after a little while of that she rolled onto her belly and put her ass a little up in the air; and so I went down on her thus. Neither Mona nor Sara were comfortable when I wanted to kiss them there (and I really do like anal play); Gloria was more at ease, but even she did not offer in the easy, natural way Lucy did. I guess she has so utterly little sexual knowledge she does not even has the modesty that is often assumed with it. And so I went to work on her asshole, kissing and licking and just knocking myself out; and then a little down to her pussy. When I entered her and she just bit the pillow in pleasure. It was something else, and even just writing it here, thinking it, turns me on all over again.

Yet she was not as wholly innocent as all that, maybe, for she does have some retail schoolground knowledge, said at one point she had heard Chinese guys didn't last very long in bed. I did not quite know how to square this with the apparent fact that she did not realize I had not come, nor seemingly realize that the guy coming was the conclusion of making love for him. Can she really be that innocent? And so again here I wondered if I was being played, if she did have more experience than she let on. So I explained the mechanics of sex to her, and how some guys came quick and what that meant. I also told her some guys liked to do anal, and was intrigued by her reaction -- not of disgust, but merely of ‘Wouldn't it hurt?’ This was after we'd been fucking a good couple of hours, on and off; and I have to say I was feeling quite impressed at my own stamina. I'm pretty good at controlling my orgasm, and here, as every time, it was the doggy fucking that brought me closest to coming. That position is so good for me, the way the angle of entry rubs the underside of my cock, the most sensitive part; and when I put a finger in her asshole, it is too sexy to endure long.

Since she was getting a little sore, I decided to let my orgasm rise; after a little more doggy, I signaled her to roll over, entered her, classic missionary, and after just a few strokes I was ready. I withdrew, came over her belly, spurting come up to her breasts. Again, no reaction of disgust; she just lay back, let it happen - which makes sense, I guess, with her innocence; she did not know at all what it was about, was just finding out.

This was all some time ago; more recently, just a week or so ago, I had a new girl in my bed, Jingjing, who was also a virgin; but when I came on her, she chided me, seeming to find it messy and perverse.

‘It’s the normal way’ I told her.

‘I thought you would use a condom when you came’ she said.

Of course if I was in the least bit responsible I would have used a condom. But really I am just a bit too selfish; plus the girls I go after (at least this is what I tell myself) are largely innocent and, thus, the risk of disease is low. Plus also the fact that local condoms are just far too small.

Lucy’s attitude, then, was far more open minded than Jingjing’s, and after I’d come she lay back, recovering, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, drawing patterns on her come-covered belly with her finger.

We showered together (another first for her, which she much enjoyed, though was giggly and bashful about it at first) and slept. She seemed to sleep light and happy, though the angry roaring traffic outside kept me awake longer. But anon I slept too until the early morning light ended what rest we both'd got at half six or so. I closed the curtains in hopes of more sleep, but it did not come for me, and nor her either, for we talked a little, whispered words, and, as I soon felt horny again, again I went down on her. It was as before. But when I entered her this time, there was much less pain beyond the initial twinge, and that lit her up, that made her happy – ‘I am used to it!’ she said, sung. And we went at it, hard, passionate, from behind, front, on the chair, me standing and her arms round my shoulders my hands under her ass, moving her up and down on me; and her on top and, in short, whatever I could think of, all of which she took to with pleasure. This time I had to concentrate a bit harder not to come, especially as I came into her from behind, for if it made her yelp it made me mad, too. Indeed, as I moved in and out of her, I gave myself something else to concentrate on at one point by reading (unknown to her, of course) Clinton's ‘My Life’ which I'd left open on my bedside table the night before.

As before, the missionary was the best way to end it, for it's fun to come over her thus, when she can see. I was so excited and knew it would be a big orgasm, but I let it go anyhow, my come shot up her belly, across her face, into her hair; ah, it was turn on and turn on; and here as before she took it all as if a matter of course, as if it was what everyone did.

There was lots I had to tell her this night, for she knew little indeed. She told me she believed until 16 or so what her father had told her - that she came from his bellybutton; and even now she did not know quite where babies came from -- I think she half suspected it was the mother's belly button. Or was it `back here?' she asked, gesturing to her ass. I showed her where, with a gentle finger, and her eyes widened in shock, ‘But how? It is so small..’ Also I told what a blowjob was, and this she took to like so much else, with the ‘if that's what you do, that's what you do’ attitude.

And this too was when I wondered, for she was damn good at it, better than other lovers, more uninhibited even than Gloria. Did she know more than she was letting on? But I think not, for when I told her later that sometimes the guy would come in the woman's mouth she widened her eyes and breathed a charming question – ‘Is it poisonous?’ I think she was indeed rather innocent, and just lacked the conditioning that `nice girls don’t.’

So we showered, dressed, and checked out. It was still early, before eight, earlier than I ever normally get up. So we went for breakfast at Keven cafe, where the service has slipped. And then she went home, back east across the river. Since I intended to go home too, our paths were in the same direction, at least as far as the station interchange. But since she thought I lived in the Xujiahui area, where we had spent the night, she said goodbye at the tube turnstile, and I did not disabuse her, loitering above ground awhile until I was sure she'd have moved on, so that she would not know where I lived. I guess that's a mark of the heel I can be.