1 comments/ 31927 views/ 6 favorites Welcome To The Panda House Ch. 01.1 By: filthygingers WANTIN' A WANTON WONTON PART I: Sexier Chinese Checkers And when I get excited my little China girl says,'Oh Baby, just you shut your mouth!' -- David Bowie, "Little China Girl" In China, the National Day holiday is an extra-long weekend in early October, and millions of people make short trips to see this temple-dotted mountain or that two-thousand-year-old village. I was doing the latter with a fellow expatriate teacher and one of our common students. Ginny was a fetching red-haired twentysomething—a first-year teacher who, like me, knew very little Chinese; it was my second year teaching oral English at our university in Wuhan, so I was making it my business to show her the ropes, and in the process make myself both indispensable and irresistible. She lived right upstairs from me in campus housing, and we seemed to hit it off right away, so the game was on. Yu DuMi, or Mimi, was my favorite student by far. She was a charming nineteen-year-old — big smile, big eyes, a talent for speaking English, a penchant for frankness, and a special gift for coming to class tardy. I favored her because she dressed really eccentrically, like an artist, and had a nice, curvy figure—something of a premium in Eastern China, where chicken-bone thin is the norm. Something about it...all that I've mentioned together with her big, round eyes made her look and act like a Westerner. She lived with her mother across the street from our apartment building, and she'd invited Ginny and I over to eat with her family on weekends. She seemed like a natural choice to ask along on a National Day trip. She was excited to see more of the countryside, and had a few ideas on where to go. There was a town called Jingdezhen, pretty far south of the city, that was famous for the invention of porcelain. Ginny had a keen interest in this place, because she used to throw pots in her hippie-girl phase back in England. One could still get ultra-cheap porcelain and art in Jingdezhen at the factory galleries. Ancient villages surrounded the city, and we'd check out a few of them along the way. Our itinerary was set, and my journey with the two hot girlies began. We started on a long, hot bus ride to the train station in Wuhan. The er er ba (228) was packed with travelers attempting to do the same thing we were—standing room only on a huge, old city bus, coughing along at 20 miles per hour, stopping at every other block. I had a huge backpack better suited for hiking trails than traveling in crowded buses and trains. I nearly knocked over a few little old ladies as I unstrapped it and wedged it along the floor in the tight space where I had to stand. Mimi couldn't help asking, "What do you have in there?" Just clothes and a few supplies, I assured her. "You pack like a girl," she teased, with that big heart-melter of a smile. It was unseasonably warm for October, and Wuhan is sticky and thick even on a good day when it's hot. Mimi was standing in front of me, Ginny behind me, and all of us were facing the front in the crush of humanity that overloaded the vehicle. The opportunities for pleasure, even the simple feeling of beautiful young bodies pressed against one's flesh, are not to be denied in situations like this. I'm no perv (at least I like to think I'm not!), but you'd have to be a dead man not to get off a little on being sandwiched between two beauties like that. I wasn't the only one with this on my mind, it seemed, because Mimi, who'd always had eyes for me—always sat in the front of the classroom when she came in late, always followed my boring lectures with nods and bright eyes, and followed me home with questions and excuses to visit me in my flat—Mimi seemed to back into me a little too much as we stood there with our left hands raised to grasp the handles. This was our first real physical contact aside from an accidental (and electric) brush of hands or bump of the hips on our walks home. Today she was in sexy travel mode, as if consciously trying to woo me on our first trip together: her long, straight hair was pulled into two cute little-girl braids that hung over either shoulder, and I focused on the back of her neck, revealed by a scooped muscle shirt, just a few inches away from my lips. I could see the faintest tiny black hairs matted with her sweat, pointed down in the direction of her spine on either side, directing the flow of the cool down her back, tiny droplets beading up like pearls of saltwater. I desperately wanted to give her a lick, a kiss there, right down her back and to that perfect peach-shaped bottom. What a hot little body she had—and it was pressed against mine. The bus bounced along for a while, which was a very pleasant feeling for a man in a girl sandwich. Every bump or corner we took allowed inertia to shove me into a new part of either girls' body—Ginny's generous breasts against my back were an especially nice treat. I could swear I felt her gorgeously big, stiff nipples through our clothes. We hit the brakes hard once, about halfway through the half-hour ride, which set my pelvis (and awakening cock) hard against Mimi's backside. She must've liked that, because I thought I could feel her start to lean back against me, wiggling that rump against my growing cock. Yes! She was intentionally backing that thang up, no doubt about it. My face flushed as I realized the problem with this pleasant circumstance; this was my student! A sacred relationship, especially for the Chinese, now in direct conflict with Eros. I had to admit, even at that early stage, that it's an undeniable law of nature: a hard dick and a wet pussy are soon joined. She was working that ass against me with a purpose—slow, rhythmic pumping that ran my rod up and down the crack, pussy to bum and back again through those loose, silky soccer shorts. Hopefully the old woman sat to the side of us didn't notice what was quickly descending to full-on dry humping. Did Ginny know? I tried not to telegraph any information to her through my body—I let Mimi work it however she pleased, and just firmly poked against that excellent ass in counterpoint. Ginny shouldn't have felt any action in my hips or back: she would know it if I had, because by now more people had come on board, and as they packed into the aisle, squeezing us ever closer, I felt the full impression of her body against mine. Whether it was intentional or not, Ginny was spooning me standing up, bumping her chin against my muscular shoulder whenever we pulled up to a stop. A little later, nearly at the end of our tiring bus ride, Mimi slowed down her pumping, and I felt her shoulders drop back. She was resting against me as if I were a wall, stretching out her back, grinding her butt against my pelvis in slow circles. It was the sexiest feeling I've ever experienced in a public space—two women crushing their ripe young bodies against mine, and apparently enjoying the contact as much as I. I nearly groaned in disappointment as the bus started to disgorge its passengers near the train station. We peeled away from each other, and I relished the coolness at the sweaty spots where our bodies had touched. So much for my own private heaven—it never lasts long enough! After the usual confusion that comes in the train station—scrambling to find the right terminal, car, and seats, we settled into our nook for the few hours' ride to Jingdezhen. On the way we played cards and gossiped about professors and students. We sat close, all three of us, leaned in, touching each other unnecessarily, a tangle of legs and arms on those cramped seats, and we laughed a lot. I got out a flask of whiskey that Ginny and I nipped at. Mimi had tried it when I first got it out and pronounced it undrinkable, which is what I would call the usual swill made out of rice that they were partial to here. We got silly enough to start talking about sex, pretty loudly. There were probably other English speakers in our car who could understand, but we didn't care. Mimi told us she'd fooled around and even had full-on sex a few times with a boyfriend before, but it was never much fun—she'd never had an "Oh-gashum," as she called it. It was sweet. We corrected her, got her to practice that word, along with what she called "pee kneesh" and "pushy" and "floorplay," a word which took an amusingly long time to decipher. All the words her English teachers somehow missed in her training! Now was the time to fill her in. Ginny and I bonded over coming up with new words for Mimi's sexual vocabulary. Indeed, I was taking a great deal of interest in young Mimi, my little ethics violation to be. We arrived in Jingdezhen just in time for a cloudburst which turned out to be a big lightning storm that would drag into the night. Dodging raindrops, we rushed to the nearest hotel on foot—right next to the JDZ train station. This city's like any other in the middle of China, pretty grungy and polluted, except for the gorgeous white-and-blue decorated porcelain bases for all the streetlights, like monster candlesticks. After checking into the hotel—three beds in one room!(though of course one bed for three would've been MUCH better)—we poked around like bulls in a little china shop where we found tiles, vases, antique carved doors, and other artwork of varying quality. There was every style and color combination you'd want, but the back wall really caught our attention. Mimi was the first to point them out—the adult section. Everything had erotic or just playful themes—an ink and paint piece showing a boy opening his underpants to show a little moppet what he's got in there; a gorgeous painting of a man and woman locked in a hot embrace—sort of a variation on Klimt's "Kiss" in broad strokes; a decorative plate with a strange tableaux of couples fucking and sucking in various positions. "This one is very old. It must be about the village we're going to tomorrow," said Mimi, focusing on that pervy plate. She explained that Nidong Village was once the headquarters for the local sex industry; the provincial governor made frequent visits to its brothels back in some dynasty or other. I stood extra close to her, our hips touching, as she explained the writing on the plate. The scent of her skin cream was mixed with her own heat--was that a faint whiff of her sex? I was dying to taste her. She was obviously fascinated by the different things the figures were doing on the plate. Maybe she wanted to ask a question or two of her teacher? I looked into those big eyes studying the plate, while in an effort to point something out, I carelessly dragged my hand over her tight young belly, which was just exposed at the midriff. To get down those shorts...it needed to happen soon, whether she was my student or not. I knew the bus-humping incident was not just a stolen moment as her eyes met mine: she wanted me. "Nidong?" I asked. "Isn't that the same 'ni' that means 'your'? And in English, 'dong' has a special meaning." "What does it mean?" asked Mimi, leaning in conspiratorially. "You filthy man!" cried Ginny, who'd sneaked up behind us. We must've looked pretty suspicious back there. "Stop corrupting our student." I gave Ginny a grin and said, "It means 'didi'!" Mimi instantly colored with embarrassment, and laughed her fool head off. "Yes," she said among gasping laughter, "We shall tour your pee kneesh tomorrow." She hadn't had a drop of the whiskey, but you'd never have known it. The rain was driving down and showed no sign of letting up. We weren't too interested in exploring the darkening streets of Jingdezhen in that weather, and all the taxis had predictably disappeared. We were tired from the travel, so we agreed to stay in, grab dinner in the hotel restaurant, maybe have a few more drinks, and hit the sack. The girls went up to the room to shower and change while I ordered the local specialties, deep-fried goldfish and squab stew, which were both a little tastier than they sound. Surprisingly, Mimi was the first one down. Ginny must've been showering while Mimi dressed, because Ginny never would have let the girl downstairs in such a hot thing—a loose linen top that was next to transparent. She wore no bra underneath, and her dark aureoles were very pronounced. It was an awesome, awesome thing, because Chinese girls are notoriously modest in this part of the country. I greeted her warmly, saying, "On time for once," and she answered with her sexiest smile. I ordered a few cold beers in my terrible Mandarin with an eye on getting a little friendlier with my favorite student, who was showing a much sluttier side than I expected on this trip. After a little small talk about Mimi's family which I spent basically staring at her chest, Ginny put in an appearance in the tightest shirt I think she owned. Were these two sending me some sort of signal? Even better--were they competing? The soup was served and the first of the beer opened, and we got back into that merry mood we shared on the train. Soon we were giggling and tossing entendres at each other just as before, this time punctuated by zaps of lightning. It was truly an electric night—and it seemed that nature was laughing along with us in deep, thunderous peals. We bashed the oversized goldfish in record time, and got into a drinking game: I Never. This one's useful for getting into the deep, dark recesses of the players' sexual histories. A general statement about sex is made with the opening "I never..."—and if the statement is untrue for you, you have to drink. We all drank on Mimi's turn, never faking an orgasm (Oh-gashum! I suspected Mimi was just saying it now to make us laugh), and then on never having spent more than 15 minutes doing oral, and even never taking a finger in the ass. (It hurt like hell my first time, but when a girl slides it home and hits that prostate bump while she's jerking me off, it's worth it!) Mimi and I drank when Ginny said "I never" to frequent masturbation, which translated to more than once a day. Mimi drank on preferring oral to fucking, and Ginny drank on preferring the girl on top. I wondered if all that meant Mimi liked oral with the boy on top, so I asked in the "I never" format, and sure enough, she drank! Ginny and I both gasped at the kink behind that image...I'd expected most girls to hate that sort of 69. Naturally, Mimi drank again on never forgetting to wear her bra in front of her teachers, and again on talking about sex with relative strangers. Ginny and I had her good and juiced up by the end of that night, as we were to find out only a little later. When we'd tired of that nonsense, I swiped a Chinese checkerboard (yes, yes, the Chinese do in fact play Chinese checkers, and I've even been lucky enough to observe a few of my students perform a real, live, spontaneous Chinese fire drill) from the front desk and we made a mess of playing at that, with each of us playing two sets of marbles. Mimi and I kept locking eyes during my attack on her pieces; this gave me a little confidence, and I managed to bring my foot out of my sandal and slip it right between her legs, since she was sitting across from me at the square-topped table. She closed her thighs around my big foot, and shifted forward, grinding her tiny pussy against it. It was great feeling the folds of her little mound up against the top of my foot. I wiggled my toes to see if she'd react, and she wiggled her butt accordingly. I'd accidentally brushed one of Ginny's gorgeous milky-white, silky-smooth legs when I tried making contact with Mimi's funhole; Ginny had to have known something was up, because she kept looking first at me and then Mimi, turning her head as if she was the Queen sitting mid-court at Wimbledon. Despite Ginny's eagle-eye, I slowly and determinedly brought my big toe around the crotch of those shorts Mimi had on, and she obligingly cocked her hips to better receive it. As I shoved aside the bunched-up material, the pad of my toe encountered the soft, wet folds of her very pouty pussy lips, and grazing upward, a soft tuft of monkey hair. No underwear at all! I should've known by now that this hot little bitch was ready to play. I'd like to say I sank that toe into her as far as it would go, but that girl was tight! I was lucky to work the tip into that increasingly soppy slit. So we cruised along like that during the course of the game--both thrumming to that erotic beat of "floorplay." By then I was on my sixth or seventh beer, and honestly I have no memory of the endgame or even going upstairs, with the exception of having Ginny's ripe rump fill my view. I gave it a nice, hard slap on the way up to our fifth-floor boudoir while singing some silly Chinese children's song Mimi knew. Ginny gave a loud yip of surprise with that hit, whipping around and giving me an earful of shit while rubbing that nice booty better. She forgave me as soon as it happened, and maybe even liked it a little--all girls I've ever played with secretly do. As far as I can tell, we all collapsed in our three lonely little single beds without any further incident, drunken, giggly, and full of yummy Chinese goodness and sexy stories, too drunk to fuck, ready for a long snooze under the soothing rhythm of steady rain. That is, until I woke to hear the tell-tale wet slapping sounds of a horny girl trying to rub one out... © 2008 The Filthy Gingers Welcome To The Panda House Ch. 01.2 PART II: Naughty Night Noises Near Nidong [Story continues from Chapter 1, Part I. Here's where the down and dirty begins! - FGs] I want to tell you a storyAbout a little cutieShe's ass-slappin' pretty . . . She looks good enough to eat me-- Jeff Buckley, "Your Flesh is So Nice" Now one of those two girls in my room during that sticky hot night in the Jingdezhen hotel was in a deep and innocent sleep, and one of them was enjoying herself with a passion. Since I was sleeping in the third single bed, the one nearest the door, I couldn't judge the distance of either sound. There was that rustling of the sheets and slight creak to the bedsprings, but cutting through that, the sound of wet slurps and aroused breathing filled the room. It was unmistakable, and loud enough to wake me. Picturing either girl doing that in the dark had me enthralled, but I just had to figure out which was dirty enough to stick her fingers in her pussy so brazenly in a room with two friends. Was it Ginny, who was in the bed next to the window? She'd always said she was a heavy sleeper--but was she the one giving such vigorous attention to the wet snatch I heard squelching away in the darkness? I had my suspicions about Mimi, too, the hot little slice of China girl between us. She was sort of solitary since she lived at home rather than the dorms--more the diddling type, perhaps? I couldn't believe my luck, but also couldn't figure out how to exploit the situation without causing a messy scene with the mystery masturbator, who might not be open to getting a little help from her friends. I carefully shifted from my left side to my back, where I could get a little better idea of who was at it. I was completely unable to keep from groping myself in the process, naturally, and hoped the noise from the fingerfucker would cover up my own rustlings. That night was all about wetness--between the drip, drip, drip at the sliding glass door as the rain seemed to slow up, the sloshing in my diddler's snatch, and the precum already leaking from my seriously engorged tool. I held it in what I call my kung fu grip, a technique honed over years of jerking with abandon - thumb and forefinger of my left hand pinching the base of my cock, trapping the flow of blood and hardening me up almost instantly, and my unoccupied fingers toying with my balls and giving them an occasional hard squeeze; my right hand is always closed tightly around the shaft just beneath the sensitive rim of the head, giving it that extra flaring throb I need to get off. Heavenly when there's a little extra stimulation in the room! My eyes were adjusted to the dark, but the curtains were closed and there were no lights on in the room save the cherry-red clock numbers - not very helpful for spotting rapid hand action in those conditions. The noises seemed to pick up, and I thought I heard the faintest vocalizations--a sort of soft, repeating grunt, building up to the frenziedly heated breaths of a girl who's an expert at getting herself off. She was getting close to oh-gashum, as Mimi called it. I positioned myself more to the right, still pumping my cock at full thrust. But my elbow caused a thumping sound as it jammed against the mattress, and instantly the erotic rhythms coming from my girl stopped. I quit moving as soon as I sensed the change, but it was a beat too slow. Whoever it was, she was obviously waiting there in the dark, holding her breath, eyes wide open and unblinking, hand stayed over her cunt, shielding it, warming it, keeping it moist. Maybe she was keeping it hungry, too, making an occasional featherlight stroke along the oily slit with her ring finger--all she needed, compared with my barbaric fist bearing down tightly around my cock, the throb of my pulse there against my palm, echoed in my pounding temples. My breath had just begun to come faster before she hit the brakes, and I struggled to control my noisy heaves now, mouth open, sweat collecting on my pillow. It lasted for several minutes like that--a kind of sexual staring contest there in the dark. Of course, I could have ended the tension to avoid morning awkwardness. I could have faked it by imitating the long, full breaths of a deep sleep and waited till she tucked back into herself: chances were she would just pick right up where her fingerbang left off once she was assured I was asleep again, and I was perfectly happy jerking off to my mystery girl's beat in the still of that Jingdezhen night. But the truth was I wanted, much, much more. I was going to exploit this somehow. I was getting sex tonight, and not from my hand. I made my move, passive as it was: I let her know I was awake and enjoying her. I rolled onto my back, threw back the covers, peeled off my shorts and t-shirt, and started jerking off again, this time with no attempt to hide the sounds of sausage-slapping. It seemed like an eternity before I heard anything above my own sounds, the heavy breathing of the sleeper, and the drip-drops on the balcony as the storm dissipated. But then there it was. She went right back to working that obviously gushing-wet cunt of hers in concert with my own music. I drew in my breath sharply, with a little quaver as I neared climax. We were getting each other off with just our ears and imaginations there in the pitch. Soon her breath came more quickly again, and then a quite loud girl-grunt--something I'd heard in some of the Japanese porn that was popular here, high-pitched, almost that of a little girl. That HAD to be Mimi! I had to touch her, embrace her, see through what we'd started. This girl wanted a fucking. But before I could even think of rocking out of my bed and into hers, I hear movement across the room--and the girl was bending over me, her long, straight hair undone and tickling my face. I still couldn't see a thing, which heightened all my other senses. Her face brushed along mine, her petal-soft skin smelling of lavender and sweat: Mimi's scent. I caught her lips in our first illicit kiss, wrapping my arms around her middle, pulling her over me. She awkwardly legged up onto my bed and stretched out along the length of my body, running her hands down my strong arms until I took her hands in mine and brought them back onto those killer hips, circling around to that perfectly smooth, firm ass. Her entire body was tense, absolutely trembling with anticipation, fear, or desire--it was hard to tell, but was it ever exciting. I always think of first kisses as learning a new language. We kept missing each other's cues, crashing noses; one kisser had the mouth open, the other mouth closed, and then the reverse, until we finally found our place. Her kisses were softening against my lips as we explored those different combinations that all new lovers must--loud smacks, hard urgent pecks, and eventually those gorgeous, soft open-mouthed kisses that melt like the darkest chocolate. Her whole body was beginning to melt a little, relaxing, showing the release after the buildup over the past weeks (especially the nearly unbearable tension of that day). I relished the feel of those pert little breasts crushed against me, her prominent nipples like two lovely little gumdrops poking through her sheer top. She was in a baby tee and pajama shorts, and my hands were roaming all over her, under her shirt to feel the perfect flare of her hips and lithe leanness of her back, traveling down into her shorts to that incredible bubble butt. Soon her shorts were tossed aside, with the top to follow. She settled right back onto me, nuzzling my chest hair, kissing my nipples, the base of my throat, all over my cheeks--pouring out adoration. I could smell the remains of her finger session big as life, and I craved a sniff of that snatch, but as she sighed and pressed her mouth to mine and dug in her nose and breathed in my scent in that most passionate sort of kiss, I decided just to take it as slowly as she wanted. She seemed to be mapping out my body, its smells, its textures, tastes, and sensitivities, with hers. I did a little of my own mapping by tracing a wet trail with my tongue over the top of her chin and down, down, down the hollow at the base of her neck and along the gorgeously smooth and soft skin at the slight cleavage between her breasts, breaking off into a closing spiral at her right breast and nipple, a quick pinch with my lips, and then another loopy line described across to her left side with similar treatment there. Her breath was coming faster, loving it, running her fingers through the thatch of reddish hair on my chest, her other hand clasping my head to her breast, clutching my hair. It was such a tender embrace, all in the darkness of the room; I remember wishing I had a picture of it. Inevitably, I felt my cock stir, trapped as it was against her wiggly, trembling, warming pelvis covered by that bush of ultra-fine, straight pubes, that cute little monkey hair I'd mussed at the restaurant. I couldn't hold back any longer: my hips rebelled and bucked my cock against her slit. She gasped loudly, as she had before in her own bed. Had Ginny heard? She brought me back up for a deep, passionate kiss--our first clash of tongues--and it went for minutes of sheer heaven. My cock was desperate now, throbbing, knocking down her door: her folds were hot, yielding, mustering a flood of her juices, absolutely welcoming the hot hardness sliding against it. She touched her lips to my ear: "Make me oh-gashum" she whispered with her warm, aroused breath. "But... not that way." Quickly she lay back at the foot of the bed--I made out through the darkness that she was making a spinning gesture with her hands, a little too flustered to explain. For a moment I was confused--how the hell else did she want it? Then I remembered our game of "I Never," and what her favorite position was. I got up and walked around to the foot of the bed, checking to see whether our mutual friend was still snoozing. All I could make out was Ginny's outline in bed at the other end of the room. Mimi inched up so that her head hung over the edge of my bed, and in the darkness she must've got an interesting upside-down view of my shadowy, drooling cock as I stood over her head. She opened her mouth and opened her arms, urging me on. I gently guided the head in, just into the opening of her mouth, and relished her hot breath on my shaft. Her tongue snaked its way over the top of my glans, and I shivered with pleasure. The 69 with man on top. She'd definitely done this before, and she preferred it, a position I always considered to be on the advanced level, and one I rarely had the chance to enjoy with the American chicks I'd known. Crazy college girls! Just what had Mimi been doing with those boys in the bushes outside the dorms? She brought her hands around to my butt with a smack on each cheek, and pulled me in all the way to the hilt, sucking hard, drawing in breath through her nose until my big balls were caught at her nostrils by the vacuum. I could feel my head poking at the back of her throat. It seemed she wanted to take in every molecule of my sex with her most sensitive organs. Quite a compliment. I wanted her with exactly the same passion. I leaned over, and dragged my tongue right down the middle of her incredibly tight, delicious body, with a nip at her ticklish belly button, pausing as I reached that wonderful-smelling dampness in the air that hung over her sex. I smoothed the pubes that stood out from her with my cheek, nuzzled that zesty-smelling bush with my nose right at the hood of her already-prominent clit, and then brushed the gooseflesh of her inner thighs to signal her to open her legs. She lolled her tongue around my shaft in answer, and granted me better access by swinging her legs wide, into a V. I teased her a bit here, zigzagging my tongue all over one thigh, heading straight for her slit, then hopping over it to write Zs all over the other thigh. She grunted in frustration, blew air out of her nose, which flopped my balls away from her face; then she sucked them back up again. She swallowed, with some difficulty, and I realized just how far down her throat my rod was. I felt a huge throb of pleasure, and bucked against that poor girl's face. I pulled back as quickly as I'd shoved in, worried that I'd gone too far and hurt her. She made a muted cry and pulled at my butt cheeks, where her hands were still firmly planted, as if urging me all the way back down. She really loved this treatment! My back was getting sore, bent over as I was, so I scooted her butt back about a foot to could get my knees comfortably on the bed. We didn't break our connection as I passed back a pillow for her to support the angle of her neck (always prided myself on being a gentledemon in the sack). She gave me a nice suck and mumbled something, possibly a thank-you, as she propped her head--and my cock slid even further down her throat, a fantastic feeling. Did she even have a gag reflex? Whether accidentally or not, she perfectly cocked her hips by bending her legs at the knee. No more pussyfooting around--I planted my mouth on that tiny slot she'd offered up, and slobbered it with my spit, which elicited a long, muffled groan from sexy Mimi. The juices had built up behind her labial folds, and as soon as the opening was breached by my probing tongue, I was met with a lovely warm flow of fresh, young pussy juice. It's the most delicious thing God ever created, and I'm lucky to be alive just to taste it. I dug my tongue deep into her soppy hollow and probed every nook and cranny I could reach to her approving (and stoppered) groans. We weren't being that noisy, but I was surprised to hear Ginny's regular breathing just a few feet away. I thought, as I greedily corkscrewed my tongue into Mimi's lovely hole, that Ginny could sleep through a house fire. With my tongue, I practiced my Mandarin handwriting on the lips of Mimi's tiny, tiny slit, with special attention to her nice, hard little nub on the downstroke. There is a regular rhythm to Chinese writing, somewhat in the way of writing Roman letters, but the rules of how to draw the characters are hard and fast, which makes for a good steady beat in pussylicking with fantastic variations, depending on what you're writing. I tried licking out a long poem I'd written about a sacred mountain and a divine grotto onto that creamy, dreamy cunt, and it seemed to make Mimi very happy, judging from the tune she was humming on my cock. Her groans were getting longer and louder, even with her mouth stuffed, and it wasn't long before her thighs clenched, and her pussy seemed to tense, which in turn made her clit poke out its little head. I seized it between my lips, created a vacuum in my mouth to engorge her clittie further, then made my tongue into a hard-yet-soft, silky-wet brush that pounded into that jumping, buzzing little bud in a series of exclamation points to punctuate the poem I'd composed. I rode her like that all the way to her shuddering climax. She clamped her thighs around my head until her slurpy grunts gave way to whimpers of tremulous satisfaction. Mimi yanked her sensitive pelvis back from my efforts to continue. I softly, ever-so-gently placed my lips on her netherlips in a chaste, gooey kiss. Her juice clung to my face as I raised my head slightly for breath, and it dripped back down after collecting for a second on my chin. I haven't described it half as well as I remember it. It was among the greatest 69s in the history of the universe, I can tell you, and truly there was nothing else in the world at that moment but us locked in that divine embrace. Everything else completely fell away-- there was nothing but beautiful, delicious, sloppy Suck. What seemed like an eternal moment was only a moment of repose, after all, and soon Mimi renewed her efforts on me, sliding her tongue down the top side again as I slowly pistoned my shaft down. She caught the head on the upswing with a hard slurp and a swirling, swabbing, feathering action. That together with the humjob she was providing (her grunts at the aftershocks of her orgasm) was such a good feeling, I couldn't help pumping in a little faster. She squeezed my ass cheeks with those perfect, soft little hands, urging my pelvis into deeper penetration, as if she really just wanted to be stuffed there. I must have got a little carried away, because as the pressure and pleasure got almost too intense, and my cock got as steel-hard and driven as ever, I heard her gurgle for air, and felt her throat close exquisitely over my bone. It made me lightheaded, it was so good, but I knew I needed to pull out of that poor girl. I mustered my willpower and yanked myself back and up, and as I did I uncorked her muted cries, which suddenly filled the room; she quickly drew in a huge breath of air, and craned her neck to get back at my cockhead, stretching her tongue out to graze it with the tip. I wanted to let her breathe for a minute, not to mention tease her just a bit by withholding her pacifier. But now I feared the game was up, since Mimi had let out such a shout. I remembered the hotel, and the room, and our roommate-- "I think he's ready for you, Ginny," Mimi said between gasps, to my complete surprise. "The name's Phil, remember?" I whispered, laughing. I actually thought she'd mixed up our names, but of course she hadn't. There was the snap of a lighter across the room; a candle flamed up on the table between Mimi's and Ginny's beds, casting a faint flickery glow on the room. It was one of those fat fragrance candles exactly like the ones that Ginny had around her apartment back in Wuhan. I looked up from the tightest, tastiest snatch I'd eaten in my life, my mouth glazed with fresh, young pussy juice, to see Ginny wide awake and watching us. Ginny, or Ginger more properly, my upstairs neighbor, prim English girl with a name that matched her hair color, who a had boyfriend back in the U.K. Before that moment, she'd seemed to me the type of girl whose idea of a bad night was reading Jane Austen over a glass of sherry, with her aromatherapy candles burning and Coldplay turned all the way up. Here was this sweet, supposedly harmless girl sitting stark naked on her bed, gazing on the spectacle of a tangle of bodies across the room as she settled her back against the wall, creamy white legs spread lewdly in our direction, right hand buried in her pussy, working it fast. Panic caught up to me with a thumping rush of adrenaline. The true situation began to dawn, and fortunately for me, the morning light was far off yet. "Good," sighed Ginny, locking eyes with me, slightly out of breath from her enjoyment of our little show, "because I'm damn sure ready for him." © 2008 The Filthy Gingers Welcome To The Panda House Ch. 01.3 CHAPTER 1: WANTIN' A WANTON WONTON PART III: Middle Kingdom, Middle Bed See me comin', mama, throw your man out the door I ain't no stranger, I been this way before. . . . Put on your night shirt and your morning gown You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em on down. -- Robert Plant & Jimmy Page, Custard Pie There was Ginny by candlelight, legs splayed, fingers thrumming that creamy-looking snatch again; she awaited my reply, and she'd wait a while longer, because I was completely stunned. I was pumping adrenaline from the shock of being discovered sitting on our student Mimi's sweet little face—and discovering my sexy stalker, my co-worker, no less, awake and enjoying the scene there in our room. My cock was throbbing from all of Mimi's attentions, still jumping as Mimi caught it in her sweet, soft, squeezing fingers again, palm cupping my balls. She gave the head another swipe of her tongue. God! What a feeling, and what a moment. All the world seemed open and ready for me to fuck to my heart's content in that dark, dank little hotel room in the ass end of China. Mimi gave me a nice hard tug, and shifted out from under me. I enjoyed my first look at that yummy little pussy: it was a gorgeous little orchid in that flickering light, wet and satisfied, drooling for more. She slid away from my wanting mouth, the insides of her thighs glistening with a mixture of our sweat, my slobber, and her cum. I lifted up more to allow her to gracefully get up and slide face-first into her own single, the middle bed of our little ménage a trois. "Look at this sweet little mei mei," said Ginny, ogling that little tart with tousled, just-fucked hair all in her eyes and booty sticking up. That foxy red had the same lascivious intentions as I did. "Come and teach me something, xifu, favorite teacher," said Mimi into her pillow, wiggling that sweet, tiny ass invitingly. It wasn't clear which of us, Ginny or myself, was her true favorite—maybe she was just missing the plural as she usually did in my oral class—but it was obvious that she was about to give us a hot lesson of her own: "Enough floorplay." Just as she said that, the window closest to Ginny lit up with intense flashes—first green, then pink, then gold. This was turning into a mystical experience! It couldn't have been lightning—none I'd ever seen anyway. Ginny's hair caught these instant washes of colored light, with her in shadow, legs akimbo, and the sexy silhouette of Mimi's body in the foreground of that horny landscape. There was a pop with every flash, and each was greeted with shouts just outside the window. I stood to check it out. Through the gap between our closed curtains, shadows flicked by with each burst of a Roman candle; some Nationial Day celebrants were cutting loose with fireworks on a rooftop next to the hotel now that the rain had stopped. Even so, it felt like the universe was reflecting our near-bursting excitement. My eyes readjusted to the candlelight when the volley was over. "Ooh, honey," cooed Ginny, fingers working a downward V against her clit and slit. She slid off her bed and brazenly mock-mounted Mimi from behind, not humping, but caressing Mimi's cheeks with that furry (proper orange!) mound of hers. I stood and met them both there in the middle, stroking the perfect skin of Mimi's backside, soft, silky, firm—and, for the first time, taking a long look at Ginny in all her glory. Ginny had been hiding one of the tightest, most luscious bodies I'd ever seen. She smiled at me gorgeously, enjoying my gawking attention, as my gaze fixed on what I'll call her sleeper tits—full, ripe, peach-sized handfuls with quarter-sized aureoles and pert pink nipples, absolutely perfect on her lean frame. (I'd never noticed them till she started slutting it up on this trip.) Her hips flared out like the Fertile Crescent, ready for babymaking. (Between these two beauties, I realized then that I am definitely a hip man!) And she had nice, tight little thighs parted just enough that I caught the shadow of her fuzz again over those wet little lips of her slot. I was more than ready to get in there, I can tell you, after Mimi had started me up. My gaze came back up to Ginny's sweet smiling look, eyes traveling from my lips to my hair, and to my eyes again, taking me in with what could have been either adoration or out and out lust—but it was clear it was at least the latter when her eyes darted down to my engorged tool. She needed a fucking. Things were definitely going to change around our university's foreigners' quarters—the Panda House*. Standing there naked before each other, over a hot little bitch on all fours, we just melted together in the sexiest embrace I've ever experienced. She was small compared with me, and when I took her in my big arms, she surrendered to me, relaxed, laid her head on my hairy chest, her commanding dom act completely dropped. She looked up after a minute of this, me rocking her lightly in my arms, squeezing her tight, and she offered those full pink lips, wet, and slightly parted, waiting for our first kiss. Our tongues met before our lips, urgent, wanting. She began to tense noticeably with excitement, and our kiss deepened, our tongues probing more ardently; we wanted every particle of the other. With all this passion stirring, my cock was sure to follow, and it easily snaked up between her thighs, knocking against her sweetly popped clit bud. I could feel moisture gathering on the head, allowing me to slither a little further into Ginny's sodden quim, hands free. She sucked my tongue harder and, without breaking the kiss, she angled her hips and opened her legs out until I was inside her, able to slide my full length up that hot, buttery cunt to the hilt. Ginny let out a surprised cry of joy; standing up proved to hit all her right spots. Quickly we found our rhythm and we were bucking away standing up, though Ginny rudely leaned against Mimi's lazing ass. Mimi was looking back at us, head still in her pillow, and that sexy look she had in her eyes was priceless. I'd seen it on admiring Chinese women before. It was as if Mimi were saying, "It's a yellow movie [porno] of my two favorite foreigners—my best, most perverted dream come true!" She was looking over her right shoulder at us as we brushed the cheeks of her ass with our humping, and I noticed her right hand tucked between her legs...taking delicious solo pleasure from our fun. There was the familiar sound of her squelching wetness—she really worked that hole! We were starting to get uncomfortable—dare I say stiff?—so we eased back onto Mimi's bed without missing a beat. Ginny nuzzled Mimi's tiny A-cups as the girl turned to her, still frigging herself; Ginny tweaked and sucked those brown-berry nipples with gentle bites and loud smacking. I enjoyed the view hovering over them both, pumping away at that tight orange dreamsicle of a pussy. Both girls were gorgeous: lithe and horny and moaning. Ginny locked her feet around my middle as our groans filled the room now with every magical upstroke. She would squeeze and I would throb just as I was pulling out of that dripping-wet pussy. She clamped onto me in this heavenly kegel clench that was hardening my dick to steel with every thrust. I was amping up to a huge load, and I wanted to dump it right in her hot, hugging little twat, but just as those sparkling waves of ultimate fulfillment began rippling through me, she instinctively squeezed that powerful pussy with all her muscles—thought I'd explode as she milked me that way—and pulled her hips back. My dick shot out with a plop, aching to reenter. "Let's taste him," she whispered to Mimi conspiratorially, after sharing a deep slobbery kiss with her, "the way we've been fantasizing." They had definitely been plotting this for some time—while plying each other very nicely, it appeared. In perfect tandem, both of these little sluts turned on me with an unforgettable, matching look of perfect horny desire. They cat-crawled toward me on the bed, and I stood there at the foot, grinning, a naked, erect idiot. Mimi's hand shot out, just as eager as before to get her hands on my nice, fat didi. She was just fascinated with it, couldn't take her eyes off it as she jacked the shaft at a nice pace, and held on loosely. Those hands were spellbinding. Meanwhile Ginny's tongue was out, lolling over the head, feathering the cleft like a pro and sucking the knob in and out with a pop. A bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I shivered all over, my hips spasming deliciously. I was the luckiest man on the planet, and I knew it: "I've wanted you both for so long." "And now we have YOU!" Ginny cried, sucking me in again with a rush of inbreathed air. She waggled her head from side to side as she took all my cock down her throat in one gorgeous slurp, her tongue undulating under the shaft until it tickled my balls. Fucking incredible! Where the fuck did she learn that? I was enjoying her so much, I didn't bother to ask. Mimi's eyes got wide, and she asked to try this new trick. Ginny gave her pointers: "There, yeah. Relax your throat, and don't be afraid of it." "It's so big, yeah?" said Mimi, clearly intimidated even by my modest member. It must not have felt so big when she was gagging on me in the dark. "Bigger and bigger." "No, you're just psyching yourself out," I said, unhelpfully. She had no idea what that meant, but she renewed her attempt to make that rock-hard, throbbing cock spurt my sticky cum all over her. Mimi lunged at the underside of my cock and gave it a nice, wet, open-mouthed, sucking kiss. That got me running again; I guided the head to her nice plump lips and slid it all into her mouth, slowly and deliberately, as she wiggled her tongue underneath...almost to the balls! "Open up a little more...mmmm, that's right. You little dirty slut!" "I'm dirty, I'm bad," she said after pulling me out, gasping for breath. "Do it again," said Ginny, getting into the lesson. She grabbed the base of my dick and gave it another rasping shake as Mimi bobbed on the knob. She took more and more in, as before, letting her throat close down and her eyes to water adorably, lapping a little at the balls before coughing me out—then back to it again. "Shit!" I groaned, getting impatient for that tight, tight snatch I'd sampled, so I blurted, "You gonna give me some of that wet Chinese pussy?" "Do it in my pushy...give me an ohgashm that way, xifu," Mimi said in a babyish voice—those Asians know how to drive a guy wild. Ginny was feeding my cock to Mimi, so I said, "Show her how, Ginny. Put it in that tight little twat for her." "Oh, she knows how all right," she said with a giggle, but she laid Mimi back in the midst of a gorgeous kiss, nipples brushing nipples, shoulder brushing against shoulder, every move smooth and intentional, in a dancer's way. She was still hanging on to my cock, so she guided me up, brought me to that pretty apex capped with the tuft of straight, black fur. "Put it in, put it in," Mimi whispered breathlessly. "Fuck me, teacher." Ginny gave me a nice squeeze with those slender fingers of hers and swabbed that tiny slit with my oozing cock, mingling our love juices. Mimi's pussy lips parted, releasing a flood of wetness, and as I felt the gooey warmth surround my cock, my reptilian brain kicked in with the fuck reflex—I plunged my cock in as far as it would go. She gasped, but didn't seem to be hurting. It was like trying to fuck a beer bottle, it was so tight, but it went in just fine. Ginny was definitely adding to the feeling, still hanging on to me at the base, squeezing as if she already knew my kungfu grip technique. Mimi's pussy clamped down and it set off a throbbing, spasming, pleasure chain reaction that had us both shouting. Ginny egged me on, smacking my ass with her free hand, shouting, "Do this little bitch! She's been begging for it!" I had to follow orders. Ginny let go of me and legged up on the bed right over Mimi, facing the hot view as I increased my pace against that clamped-down clam. Ginny leaned down for a closer look, reaching out to rub down Mimi's protruding clit, her ample tits swaying right over Mimi's mouth. Mimi squealed quietly, tremulously, with each bounce of the bed. She played with those tits, too, catching each one for lip-smacking tongue play, nestling her face in the cleavage. I was in perverted ecstasy. Once Ginny had elicited a few groans from Mimi for all the frigging of her love bud, Ginny dragged herself farther down Mimi's body, till her pelvis rested firmly on Mimi's face. I could just imagine Mimi slinking her tongue up to Ginny's own dripping hot little button, taking the lips and hood into her mouth for a good tonguing slurp, nose buried in her slit. I wanted to taste that too, but this tight China girl twat was not to be denied. Mimi had intense muscle control—a sign of deep experience for someone so young! She could open jars of pickled turnip with that fucking twat. Again and again, she milked my cock in a regular rhythm, bringing so much force down through her kegels that it didn't even compare with my own fist tugging at me. I felt every millimeter of her cock sleeve, right down to the tiniest little nub. It felt like ten tongues swabbing even the glans; I had to be bumping against the cervix every time she squeezed like that. Ginny had zeroed in on the transit of our fucking, wrapping her arms under Mimi's thighs, lolling Mimi's clit and stealing a lick of my wet cock on the uptake. Ginny's fingers even tickled at my balls from underneath—it was a total sensory overload. These secret sluts were bringing this old dog to the biggest climax of his life. The waves began, and it felt like my middle just opened up, ready to cut loose and flood that tiny quim with spunk. "I'm gonna cum!" I managed to say between gasps for air, "Where ya wannit!" "On my face! Cum all over my face," cried Ginny, who was driving me mad with this talk. "Do me like a proper fucking whore!" That was it for me. My cock started growing and spasming immediately, and Mimi's own spasms echoed my climax. I knew she wouldn't be on birth control, and it was probably too late already, but I pulled out, much as I hated to, and blasted all over poor sweet Ginny's sexy face. All up her nose, in both eyes, in her hair—I ruined her! But she took it like a champ, and even thanked me for it. Oh, the pleasure was all mine. I guided my blinded sex bunny to a towel, and we pushed two beds together and cuddled with our exhausted tyro for the short hours until morning, trading kisses and copping feels the whole time. We filled the rest of that weekend with shopping and sightseeing and sex, the highlight being the last night, when Mimi and I fucked Ginny's holes with fingers and my cock. I thumbfucked Ginny with a finger in her asshole—she'd never tried the backdoor. She seemed to like it, quivering and bucking and gasping like a madwoman...a promise of good things to cum. When the last morning finally arrived, we hadn't slept a wink, but as Romeo said, "The sweeter rest was mine." We washed up separately and packed our things as if nothing unusual had happened, despite that wrecked bed in the middle, which was very suspicious to the maid service, I'm sure. All the way home on a bumpy mini-bus and the train, though, we sat together on the bench seat, heads on shoulders, bodies draped on bodies a little too familiarly, as we tried to sleep off that amazing, life-changing weekend. Their scents were mingled on my every finger, and I shared that with my sexy girls, passing my hands under their noses, to furtive smiles and gropes. This was definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship. * [* Students like Mimi would visit us like a zoo attraction at the aptly-nicknamed Panda House, and after this trip, Ginny and I started getting funny ideas about some of the others. To be explored in upcoming issues! --FGs ] © 2010 The Filthy Gingers