Chapter 3

The girl's name was Audrey, and she indeed came the next day. And in spite of her protests, I managed to get my rod into her virgin channel. She had objected right down to the last minute, but I had found her weakness. I would bring her to near climax with my hands; then I would leave the bed and light up a cigarette. Next, I would whip her into a violent sexual lather with my lips on her sweet young cunny, then leave her as I went to the bathroom to take a leak.

On the fifth time around, I brought her to the peak and started to get up. She clung to me and begged me to stay. I shrugged and lay across her body, kissing her violently on the mouth and massaging her young breasts with my hands. As I worked on her mouth and tits, I maneuvered my cock into place and punched him through the tight entrance of her pussy.

"No," she cried.

"Okay," I said.

I got off the bed and went to the dresser for my cigarettes. She cried and pleaded for me to come back. I snuffed out the cigarette and went back to her. After more kissing and fondling, I guided my tiger once more to the appointed spot. She wriggled her buttocks and broke the connection. This time, I went to the bathroom, leaving her to stew in such violent juices that I knew she would be ready for anything on my return.

And that was enough to do it. On the next go-around, she accepted me readily, and before she knew what had happened to her, she had a healthy man cock buried to the hilt in her virgin cunny.

Then, to make up for all the frustration and teasing and turn-downs, I nailed her brutally on the bed, ramming, charging, thrusting, pushing, jamming, pounding. She screamed in ecstasy and pain and began a long string of schoolhouse obscenities, some of which I had never heard before.

When I came inside her, in a great burst of spunk that had been built up for a long time of desire for young flesh, she cried in wonder and awe. As we lay side by side on the bed, her long, slender fingers played with the black hair on my chest.

"If I had known it was that beautiful," she said, "I would have let you do it to me yesterday. In fact, I would have been doing it all along."

Before she left, I made sure I got her full name. It was Audrey Wollsworth, and she lived several blocks away in a rather shoddy neighborhood. Although there were several young bucks who had been trailing her through the neighborhood, she had repulsed them all in favor of older men. She did not know why-perhaps it was a substitute for her father-but she simply loved older men, loved to have them fondle her and, now at last, screw her.

She explained as she left that she would not be able to come to me during the next few days. She had promised a very ill neighbor that she would care for her children while the woman went to hospital for treatment. It should only take three days at the most. That meant I would not see the precious child until Saturday, and then my week of solitude would be over. My family and Eclair would be back, and my great desire for strange young pussy would have to be shelved until they left the city again.

Fortunately, business was at low ebb in the office, and not only did I not have an overseas trip planned soon, but there was little reason for me to spend my entire day in the office. The next afternoon at two o'clock, I closed up my desk and went to a small coffee shop in my neighborhood. I had noticed that the shop was frequented by younger girls in the King's Road. I had been there about twenty minutes when a Chinese girl of great beauty came in alone. There were a few places available, but she sat at my table and ordered coffee.

I began a casual conversation with her-in a quite disinterested fashion at first. She talked freely and openly, and I realized that the girl was not only beautiful, but quite intelligent to boot.

She was a pupil in King's Road school, but she was beyond the gym-slip stage. She was at the ripe old age of seventeen. But it mattered little, because her tiny frame and open, innocent face gave the impression that she was far younger. Chinese girls seem to retain their extreme youth much longer than other girls. And I had had this long-standing desire to deflower young Chinese girls, along with Negro, Japanese, and any others who happened by.

We discussed music, politics, London, China, the weather, and finally sex. She looked down when the subject of sex came up, and I hoped that she was a virgin. She talked about the promiscuity of some of the girls in these times and gave the distinct impression that she was jealous of the escapades and successes that some of them were having. As she talked, I watched the movement of her hands, so graceful, so sensuous. Her breasts, I noted, were not large, but they were somewhat larger than I had expected from a Chinese girl. And as she talked, my desire for her yellow flesh grew to such proportions that I was amazed at the restrain I exercised in not deflowering her right there on the table in the crowded coffeehouse.

Finally, I took out my pocket watch, checked the time, and declared that I would have to leave soon.

"If you like," I said, "I could drop you past your house. I will be hiring a carriage for myself."

"I live far away," she said. "I live at World's End."

"I just happen to be going that way," I said, "for a business appointment. You're welcome to ride with me."

She smiled her agreement, and within a very few minutes she was beside me in a carriage and we were off toward World's End. When we had gone several blocks, however, I suggested we stop at a quiet pub I knew and have a small drink. She said she never drank but would be happy to join me while I had one. I explained that I was reluctant to keep the business appointment because it was with a wily Arab who had cheated me before, and I wanted to keep him waiting.

I ordered whiskey for myself, and after the first drink, I talked her into trying a mild drink made especially for ladies. She agreed; in fact, she seemed quite willing. After three of them, she became quite agreeable to anything and, if I may say so, considerably charming, clever, and desirable. When we left the pub, it was still quite bright outside, and I told her that I had decided not to keep my business appointment;-that I was so angry with the man with whom I had the appointment that I would show my disdain for his business practices by not even showing up.

"I feel exhilarated," I announced. "I feel like doing something entirely foolish, something wild and crazy."

"So do I," she said. "What shall we do?" In her half-inebriated state, she kept falling against me, and I thrilled to the touch of her yellow skin and the hardness of her small breasts.

"Let's get a carriage and have the driver run us into the river," I said. "It is a warm afternoon, and we could use a swim."

"Wonderful idea," she said. I nagged another carriage, and when we were seated in the comfortable folds of leather, I put my hand on her thigh to test her. She made no protest, and I told the driver merely to drive around the streets while we talked.

"Try Prince of Wales Street," I said with a grandiose wave of my hand. "It's a quiet street, and there is lovely old Battersea Park for us to enjoy."

"Wonderful," the girl said.

It became obvious to me that the girl had a very lonely and probably disgusting home life. This was a fine lark to her, and she was willing to do almost anything to keep it from ending. I learned that her name was Shawn Wai, that she was indeed seventeen, that her parents were still in China, and that she was attending school here. She lived with two other girls in a dormitory, and since both of them had steady boyfriends, she was left alone much of the time. To my surprise and chagrin, I learned that she was not popular with the boys of London. It was their considerable loss, I reasoned.

"Besides," she said, "I have always liked more mature men. When I return to China, I will probably marry a friend of my father-a much older man than you and to whom I have been promised. However, he wants a girl who has been educated to other ways, and that is why I am here."

As the carriage drove past the park, I instructed the driver to pull to the curbing. Shawn Wai showed surprise when I gave the instructions.

"My flat is in this building," I said. "I just remembered that I must get something there. Would you care to come upstairs and wait?"

She agreed, and I paid the driver, then winked for him to go on his way. He waited until we had gone inside the building before he left. It was the least he could have done-I had given him a ten-bob tip.

In the flat, I fixed two strong whiskeys and we sat in the parlor listening to Paderewski. The girl sat with her legs pulled up under her on the divan, and her lovely yellow knees were exposed to my view. In that day, it was not customary to see women's knees when they were in street clothes, and after all that I had seen of young girls and older women, the sight of the knees still had a delightful effect on me.

When the first whiskey was gone and we were sipping on a second, I decided that the moment had come. I had picked the girl up in rather bold fashion, and she must have known that I had not planned merely to converse with her. Besides, I was getting impatient to commence what I hoped would be a night-long escapade with this delightful and beautiful child.

"Let's go into the bedroom," I said abruptly.

She raised her glass in a toast.

"To the bedroom," she echoed. "What is there to see in the bedroom?"

"Let's find out," I said.

"I love mysteries," she said. "Let us go to the bedroom and find what mystery is there."

I led her down the corridor to Eclair's room, partly because I had not cleaned up the mess in the master bedroom and partly because I wanted the extra sensuousness that would come from screwing in the bed where I had tasted Eclair's young flesh. The room was bright and clean, and Shawn Wai did a delightful pirouette on the polished floor as she entered.

I wasted no time. I took the drink from he? hand, placed it on the dresser, and pushed her gently to the bed. I fell on top of her clothed body and kissed her violently before she knew what was happening. I pushed my hands up along her thin legs to her thighs and then on to her crotch. She began to writhe on the bed and to breathe heavily as I fondled her cunny through the smooth silk of her panties.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I want you, Shawn Wai," I said. "Do you want me?"

"You mean...? "

"Yes," I said hurriedly. I put my lips to her soft ear under the coarse black hair and whispered hoarsely, "I want to fuck you."

She moaned, and under the pressure of my hand on her sex, she writhed under me. I kissed her again, this time probing the depths of her mouth with my tongue. She came up panting.

"I've never done ... I mean, I haven't done this before."

Great leaping lords, I thought. It had not occurred to me that the girl would be a virgin. I had always heard that Chinese girls were deflowered at the age of twelve. It was inconceivable and uncanny and completely delightful that she would be able to present a virgin channel to me. God, it knocked four or five years from her age, as far as I was concerned.

"It will be good," I assured her. "You should consider it a vital part of your overall education so that when you return to China and to your older husband, he will not have such a bad time of it."

I gave her no chance to think, no chance to change her mind and refuse me. I found the buttons on ner dress and quickly removed it. I was surprised to find that she wore no corset, that she had only a brassiere and the pink panties. I removed them with tremendous dispatch and knelt beside her, studying her long, slim body, her small but erect breasts with their black nipples, the coarse thatch of hair at her pubus. She quivered under me on the bed, and I threw my cloJh:ng every which way until I, too, was naked and my rigid member was weaving menacingly above her.

She stared at the great tiger for a long moment, then reached a tentative hand out to it. She touched the swollen knob, and I felt the coolness of her fingers all the way up to my neck. To complete the picture, I slid my hand over her mount and inserted a finger into the tight cleft of her cunny. The tiny creature dilated slightly to allow my finger entry, and I poked and jammed it in as far as possible.

I was well prepared for the tough ordeal, and I knew that the girl would receive me well. I had also heard that the Chinese had a marvelous capacity for pain and that the women would endure almost any amount of pain, without complaint, for their men. I was about to find out if that rumor were true.

I kissed and nuzzled the firm young breasts and sucked gently on the black nipples. In my enthusiasm, I swung down to her pubus and cast my tongue into the narrow cleft. She fairly shrieked at the sensation, and her hands gripped my head and pressed my face deeper and deeper into her puss. When I was certain that she was near climax, I pulled away from her sweet puss and kissed her full on the lips again. She responded with a more professional manner this time, and her tongue dashed into my mouth and licked my teeth and lips with a tremendous passion.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, I longed to have the strong, wet lips over my prong, and I backed off to look into her black, slanted eyes.

"Do you love my body?" I asked. "Oh, yes," she said. "So very much."

"Would you kiss me in other places."

"Anywhere," she said. "Tell me where."

"Everywhere," I said.

I rolled off her and lay quite still on the bed, waiting for her to begin. She raised to one elbow and began by kissing each of my flat nipples. I had not known that a man's nipples possessed any special sensitivity, but her kisses thrilled my entire body and I wanted her to continue. When her lips left my chest and began kissing my stomach, I knew that I was near my goal of having her take my hungry tiger into her mouth.

While I was thinking it, I felt her soft cheek against the knob of my dork, and I looked down to see her contemplating the immenseness of the animal. I cupped one of her small breasts and pinched the black nipple between two fingers. This spurred her on to greater triumphs, and with a sudden jerking gesture, she planted my knob between her lips and began to suck magnificently.

Her rough tongue lashed the head of my dong, and she eased more of the wild beast into her small mouth. It was almost like shoving it into a virgin twat, her mouth was so small. When the velvet knob pressed against the back of her throat, she drew back, sucking as she went, until her lips were just barely touching the very tip of my cork.

Then the precious Shawn Wai did a very strange and unexpected thing. She left my tool and swung around so that she was directly between my legs. She lifted my legs so that they rested over her shoulders, my heels digging into her back. She plunged into my bottom like a man thrusting his face into a woman's twat. She slipped my entire ball-bag into her mouth and sucked on the throbbing dum-dums, all the time frigging my rampant prick with her right hand. When her mouth left my balls, she began kissing the sensitive skin beneath them, holding my balls out of the way with her nose. Suddenly, her tongue lashed out and touched my anus. I bucked under the strange and delightful sensation and raised my buttocks to give her better access to the area.

She turned me over and kept on kissing the sensitive area, spreading my buttocks with her strong hands. Her lips set a course up through the crease in my buttocks and along my back to my shoulders. Then she forced me to turn again on my back and began kissing my face. She was some virgin!

Her kisses had brought me to full sexual power and a towering rage of passion. I had lain passive during her fine demonstration, and now I knew that my body cried out for action of another sort. It was time for me to regain the initiative, however pleasant it had been to be the subject of her kisses and manipulations. I rolled on top of her, and wildly kissing her face, her lips, and her breasts, I poised my throbbing cock above her waiting pussy and lodged the velvet tip in the entrance of her vagina.

"Oh," she cried. "Oh, oh, oh."

"Don't worry," I said. "It won't really hurt."

"I don't mind the hurt," she said. "It is just that I have never felt a man's instrument there before. Once, I was on a date with a boy from school and he put his hand on me, but this is the first time my little kitten has felt a huge rod upon its tender flesh."

I kissed her again, probing her mouth with my tongue, and exerted slight pressure on her pussy. The aching knob penetrated the entrance, and I rubbed it up and down to stir the juices to full lubrication. All I could think of was having my cork all the way in, all the way up a fascinating, strange, and inviting Chinese cunt. I wanted to ram into her without mercy, but I had promised her that it would not hurt, and so I kept up the steady pressure in an attempt to slide him in gradually.

But she was more woman than I had imagined. She flipped her legs around me, and her heels dug into the small of my back, urging me to press forward with more vigor. I pulled out a half inch, and then, certain that the direction was proper, I rammed into her like a battering ram breaking down a fortress door.

She screamed with pleasure and pain as the husky intruder ripped into her virgin channel, breaking the hymen and settling into the tight pussy. She clung to me, and her lips sought mine, and I rested on her, waiting for her to respond in a way that would tell me that the pain had disappeared.

After a long moment, her buttocks began to gyrate slowly, and I knew that she was ready. I had planned the screw to last for a long time. I had even thought about pulling out from time to time and smoking a cigarette during our lovemaking. But plans of that sort are almost always short-lived.

"You are so wonderful," she said. "You are a most wonderful and sincere person. I am so glad I let you take me, my beloved. This is even better than I imagined that it would be."

That was the ticket I needed. I withdrew to the very tip and plunged downward like a battering ram. She screamed, and her legs tightened like a vise around my back. Her hands clawed at my buttocks in an attempt to drive me farther and farther into her lovely yellow flesh. Without further hesitation, I began the classic motion that is described, in almost any language, as just plain old fucking.

As the tension built and as her passion rose from the steady, rhythmic stroking into her untried love channel, she began to buck and leap and hump with me. Her legs squeezed me tighter and tighter, and her narrow hips rose to meet every plunge. I was pleased to note that each downward plunge brought me to maximum depth and that her hungry twat absorbed every possible millimeter of my dork.

She began to shout in Chinese and then spilled over into her faltering English, "Oh, fuck me, my Louis. Take me brutally. Fuck me into little pieces.

I love you and I love your great man-organ. Oh, my great Buddha in heaven, fuck me terribly."

As I plunged into her hairy twat, I pressed my chest against her firm, small breasts and clasped her small buttocks to me in a tight and rhythmic embrace. There was ho necessity for me to pull her buttocks to my plunging animal; she was there with every plunge, meeting every movement with a precision that normally does not come without long experience. Someone had coached the girl well in the ways of love, because even without any experience at all, he was better than most of the girls I had screwed.

The coming was another experience of great pleasure and surprise. When she knew that my time was near, she plunged one slender finger into my anus. It was uncanny how such an action, at that particular moment, added so greatly to my enjoyment of climax. I came in great, spasmodic gobs into her virgin twat and knew that she, too, had expired all her sexual energies at the same blissful moment.

Even as we lay in each other's arms, spent and exhausted and happy, my mind began to think of my next conquest. True, I wanted a repeat performance with the beautiful young Chinese girl, but I knew that I could not be happy with her for very long. My mind now raced through bright alleys and wide boulevards, avoiding ruts, avoiding and deploring the mundane and the ordinary.

I knew then that I was destined to become a cocksman, a veritable rascal who would seek out strange pussy no matter where it lurked and whose throbbing dong had no conscience. It was no longer a matter of being faithful to my wife; in fact, I decried all those lonely, idiotic years in which I had indulged in such foolish propriety.

At the moment of my greatest sexual satisfaction and exhaustion, my yearnings continued and expanded and reached out for more and more and more.