8 comments/ 35646 views/ 8 favorites Engrish Rang Ridge By: RetiredReprobate Stepping into the gathering was like being pushed under a waterfall of sound. The Cocktail Party Effect was operating at full power. Everyone was talking at the top of their lungs ... and voices. Trying—and failing—to out-talk their neighbors in the crowded rooms. Your ears automatically try to tune out the din, but, with each person trying to out-shout all the others, a soft-spoken person couldn't get a word in edgewise. I'd been invited in the usual way, as a friend of an acquaintance of a buddy. So I didn't know anyone. But it was better inside than out, what with the chill in the air, as a Philadelphia late fall frosted the outside air. Drifting between knots of people earnestly trying to converse with flailing hands and jerking bodies, seeing lips move, and hearing disjointed words and phrases, I wandered from group to group. Finally, I settled near the cooler where there was some beer, and wondered why I'd come. Certainly not to flirt and make time with a woman, as I desperately wanted. The prostate operation that'd saved my life from cancer had also resulted in a damaged nerve, resulting in a permanent case of "floppy doodle." Retaining sensation, and still having functioning balls just made it worse. Longing, wanting, desperately needing some sex, and unable to get any, ever again. I still remembered the last and only time I'd been successful picking up a girl, post-surgery. I can still hear the cruel laugh and screech in my ear's memory, when it became obvious that I couldn't "get it up," then or ever. That's when I had to leave my job, and go out on my own as a self-employed guy, just to avoid the buzzing vicious female gossip centered around "old dickless." I worked 24/7, trying to drown myself in work, but found I just had to get out and socialize. So, finding myself at this party, I backed up against the wall, and tried to make sense of the noise. One group was talking textile design, as I heard fragments like "weave," and "bias," and "color vulvas" (I think that was "values"). My attention wandered to another node, where I sorted out computers and systems. No thanks, my former friends did too much of that as it is. Sigh. No one seemed to know what a Public Adjustor was, or did, or cared to find out. Sigh, again! As I was searching for another group, something kicked at my shin. I glanced down at a pretty Asian face of about 5' nothing inches, looking up to my 6' 6". The face said something like, "gimmit uh bear." I answered intelligently, "huh?". She tried again, shouting, face working, "gimm tuh bert." Again, I answered, also yelling, "what?" Her face spasmed in a quick grin, and, reaching up, she grabbed by necktie, and yanked my face down to her lips. This time, I distinctly heard, "Get me a vuckin' beer," she commanded, adding "God damn Engrish rang ridge." Four steps to the cooler, surrounded by nodes of screaming party-goers. My height was an advantage, as I simply snaked two beers with one hand from the cooler, hauling them dripping ice-water across two sets of half-exposed bosoms, complete with blond hair and vacant expression. Boob-possessor girls squealed and spun around, the wrong way. Smiling smugly, I gave one to my necktie-pulling companion. I tried to talk, but with the noise, plus our unequal heights, I couldn't catch but one word in ten. I solved the problem by simply sitting on the floor, cross-legged. My chance-met companion squatted in front of me, sipping from the bottle, and banging her elbow on the wall, same as me. We both missed each other's names in the noise, and much of a few minutes of attempted small talk. But I did catch that she'd watched as I dribbled the ice from the beer cooler on the two sets of breasts. Meanwhile, I got an eyeful, looking up her slim thighs to the shadows under her short skirt. Yes, she caught me looking. Then she just grinned again (100-watt grin), and sipped her beer. My forever-to-be limp cock tried pathetically to stiffen and jerk, but had to settle for a weak spasm. Then, without warning she set her beer down on the carpet. It promptly fell over spilling beer in a puddle on the carpet. "Give me han'," she ordered. I extended my right hand, as the left still held my own beer. She guided my admittedly slender middle finger down to my palm, and applied some force to mark the point my finger made on the palm. In my case, just to the muscle at the base of my thump. Then she put her little hand into her small purse, dangling from her shoulder, and pulled out a small tape measure. She measured from the lowest point that my finger tip reached on my palm to the tip of the finger itself. I raised my eyebrows, questioning. She said, casually, as she put the tape measure away, "finger tip to finger reach is crows to pemish side." "Pemish side? Crows?" "No. Not 'crows,' crowsh. Not 'pemish,' pemis. God damn Engrish rang ridge. You know. Rong finger rengt means pemice big." "Spell it?," I asked "You know. Pemice. Eight and haf' inches. Dat's right, yes. P-E-M-I-S." I finally figured out that my chance-met Asian pretty girl was talking about estimating my penis size from my middle finger length! Then came one of those moments. At a party, when everyone is talking, yelling, there comes a moment, unplanned, not organized, when everyone simultaneously stops, takes a breath, to keep on speaking. There is a brief, stunning silence, into which I yelled, at my absolute loudest, into the deafening silence ... "NO. PENIS. P-E-N-I-S!" The stunned silence continued for one, two, three heartbeats, as all eyes turned toward me. An anonymous voice from the other side of the room clearly commented, "that's something I really wouldn't want everybody to know, don't you think." The roar of laughter drowned everything else out. I heard other comments like, "Hey, dickless, I can lend you an inch or so to spare." Someone else said, too clearly, "maybe you better let us take care of your date." The old song started up, "Does yer cock hang low? Does it wobble to and fro? Can yuh tie it in a knot? Can yuh tie it in a bow? ..." And so on. I started to get up, to slink away from this party, ready to vow never to see another person socially again. My little Asian chance-met companion grabbed me by the necktie again, grabbed up my beer, snatched another from the cooler, and guided me out the door onto the patio. She dragged me to the far end of a plastic lawn couch, and pulled me down to the seat. Then she grabbed at a pile of black something, and forced what seemed like an oversized black cotton quilt over the both of us. Some scrambling arranged it around our legs, and over our heads. Only our faces were exposed. The rest piled up on our laps and at our feet. Still holding firmly onto my necktie, my party-met girl friend kissed me thoroughly. I kissed back, wanting to be urgent, knowing that I literally had all the time in the world to kiss. But I broke first, as I had to know, "what about the hand and finger thing." "Ah, dat easy. Finger reach to hand is close to pemis size. You eight and haff inch. You sure to be big white boy. I rike dat." Her hand stole up my thigh to land lightly on my crotch. Her face crossed into a little frown. "How come you not get hard? Got pretty girr: talk dirty, with gerr hand on pemis. You not gay, I know for sure." So I told a girl I'd just met a few minutes ago the whole story. About the diagnosis. About the surgery. About waking up with a good prognosis, but a warning about how much tissue they had to take out. About finding out that my erection wouldn't erect. My "wooden whistle wouldn't whistle." Speaking faster and faster, I told about getting herbs, drugs, about the couple of dates I'd had, about the vicious teasing and humiliation at work, how even masturbation to hard-core pictures took a long time and made "peter" sore. And you can't do anything with a sore peter. About how Viagra didn't work. About striking out on my own work, because I had to. When I finally ran down, and stopped crying, I looked over at my little Asian party-met girl, and waited for the evil words, the cutting remark. Which didn't come. I even saw a little smile, quirking up one side of her lips. One hand and arm snaked around my head. I had to look fast, because those lips were on mine a moment later. As we kissed, I felt her other hand tug several times, as she lifted her body and squirmed around. Then she said, "Dere, dat better. Giff me udder hand!" She grabbed my free hand, and guided it to her leg, which was bare. She urged my hand up, past a skirt hem that had been hiked up, and further up to a pair of nether lips radiating heat. I caressed her bare pussy. My exploring fingers found the skirt, bunched up around her waist. My other hand went exploring as well, to find her blouse also hiked up to my touch. Those so large, un-Asian breasts, encased in what felt like a sheer soft bra cup, waiting for my touch. I roamed my hand over the globes she presented me, and quirked my own eyebrow. She gave me the 100-watt grin again, and whispered, "bess tizz for da money." She added, "fear very good when you fear me. Finest kind nips, too. You touch, purr, make China gurr fear rear good." My still sensitive but flaccid member was jerking and twitching, struggling to get some length. Alas. I said so, starting to break away. She grabbed my hands and replaced them, on boob and pussy. "Fear me. Truss me. Make China girr body fear good. God damn Engrish rang ridge." Gently, but firmly, my questing fingers found her sheer fabric enclosed nipples and her (soaking!) pussy, and started to stroke. She started to move and slowly heave under the heavy black quilt. The heavy quilt sagged down over our faces, until only our eyes were showing. The patio door slid open, and two strangers stepped into the frosty night. My companion and I froze, motionless. A man and a woman stood there. He was dressed casually, and she had on the "little black dress," common to the cocktail party circuit. Emphasis on 'little'. She had a half-empty glass of something or other in her hand. Neither paid the slightest attention to what must have looked like a pile of black cushions and blankets on the bench. I stopped my stroking, and opened my mouth. Her hand from around my head whipped further to cover my mouth. In my ear, I heard the softest whisper possible, "Shhhh. Show iz start. We rook. You fear me more. Put finger in, deep" My hand began the slow breast feel and nipple pinch I'd been doing, plus the gentle penetration of her slippery pussy lips, probing for her pleasure nub. Almost noiselessly, she sighed and oh-so-slowly contrived to open her thighs a little more, under the covers. We could see the intruding couple in a slit opening, covering our heads and bodies. We must have been invisible, and anyway, they were totally fixed on each other. No preliminaries, she put her drink down on the balcony edge, and started fumbling with the guy's trousers. He started working on her dress zipper ... the front zipper, unless she had it on backward. My companion again whispered so very softly in my ear, "Day gonna make rove. We see. I rove watch, get rear hot. You watch gurr, I watch guy. Rove to see big hard pemis in, out of gurr." My cock, ached for release in the woman's pussy, as her date for the moment's cock fell free. Without a word, she sat on the low railing of the apartment balcony, one bare leg over his shoulder, spreading her thighs wide. The other leg, nearest us, she let dangle, so we could see every detail. Saw as the man's cockhead paused at her bare pantyless body, and then, with a grunt, pushed inside. Watched--clutching my companion--as he pushed his length in and out of the woman, each time sinking deeper until he was balls deep in her. Watched as the woman's dress was pulled wide open by her. Watched as she grunted and moaned, breasts heaving and shuddering, as he thrust into her. Watched in disbelief, because as fast as he was thrusting, her orgasm came first, and her body jerked and writhed, to his frantic pounding. Heard the barely intelligible grunted words, as he ground out, "I'm gonna cum." And continued to watch, as she suddenly pulled away from him, guiding his rigid member toward the balcony railing, hand blurring in motion on his member. Watching as he stiffened, grunted again, and spermed his own orgasm, the liquid sailing over the railing and arcing downward to the street below. Pulse, squirt, groan, "fuck, oh yeah," four times. Heard with unabashed glee, as from the street below came an anguished, hate-filled female cry, "Girls, there's a GODDAMN MAN up there!". Finally watched as his diminished and now flaccid member was wiped clean on a patio napkin, also casually tossed over the balcony. He closed up his trousers, and she zipped up her cocktail dress, and they both re-joined the party. Neither had said a word to the other. I turned my eyes to my Asian companion, who was laughing and cumming around my questing fingers at the same time. My still limp cock was laying in her palm, frantically spasming and trying to erect, and leaking pre-cum into her fingers. She released my member, and stuffed it back into my trousers, and then giggled, "oh, you wan it so bad. I rove watch man do pemis into woman. I rike it bess when I dat woman. You and me reave this dumb party, go your prace. I make you hard, you put hard pemis inside. Den you make me cum rots." "I've tried to tell you, I JUST CAN'T," I cried out softly. "You rike me. You truss me, yes. I know way. I stay for night, ronger. You shove big man pemis inside, whirr I watch. I say, 'yes, yes, yes,' whirr you do it. You do it over and over. I promise, yes." "I've tried ancient Chinese herbs, and they don't work." "You truss me, and I fix beauty-fur pemis for you. I know way, yes." I had nothing left to loose, wanting to get between those legs in the worst way ... the best way ... any way at all. I nodded, 'yes,' even knowing that nothing was really going to happen, but wanting to cling to the merest fantasy. "OK, ress go. Get coat. You drive here? Replying, I said, "no, I took the subway and a cab." "Even better. We take my car. You drive tick shift? No? Thass good, I drive. Ress brow joint." We pushed our way through the still screaming partygoers, and found my jacket and her light sweater. We'd almost made it to the door, when I felt my arms pinned to my sides, and her arm held tight by a couple of blond-haired guys, thug-type, and drunk. "Hey, dickless, where you take this little cutie? We both got better things for her to do than talk Chinese comic books with you. Hey cutie, let's see what under that skirt." One guy made a clumsy grab for my companion's thigh. She slowly turned, and gave him a cold stare, saying, "Ah, so, you wan do rape, do you? OK, big guy, show ritter Asian chick whacha got." I struggled, and got a solid blow to the head for my troubles. A circle had magically appeared in the party, as the drunk guests looked to see whether my woman would do it in public. She turned slowly, pushing out her chest and raising up her blouse, exposing her boobs. I caught a wink as her glance landed on me. As she turned back, I saw her hand drop toward her black shoulder bag, and push inside. She reached up with her free hand, and slowly drew down one blonde's trouser zipper, exposing a large bulge in boxer shorts. She continued fumbling in his shorts, while, invisibly to him and to the party, her other hand found objects in her bag. His trousers and underwear dropped to the floor, as his turgid drunken member emerged. I felt my captor's hands relaxing. Knowing that I could expect surprises from a woman who kept a tape measure in that same bag, ready to measure a man's potential penile size, I was ready for anything. She simultaneously started manual work on that cock, vigorously stroking it, as her other hand hovered an object over his now dropped trousers and underwear. I smelled the sudden stink of alcohol, and saw her hand drop one object and grab up another in her palm. "Ah, so, you have big one. I make you hot. Rear hot. Hot as fire. RIKE DIS!" A tongue of flame leapt out of the modified butane lighter in her hand, directed downward toward the concentrated alcohol-soaked underwear and trousers. The flames from the suddenly burning clothing bunched at the blonde's ankles shot up toward his dangling balls, as she dropped his now rigid penis, grabbed both his balls and gave these a viscous squeeze. He screamed, and fell, writhing, to the floor, trying to clutch his testicles, vomit, and struggle out of his flaming clothes at the same time. Applying some Aikido of years past, I pivoted around on one foot, toward my captor's loose grip, and continued the turn. Pulling slightly back, his reflexes kicked in, pulling me inward, which I reinforced, completing the turn, and overbalancing him into a heap on his friend's burning trousers, underwear, scorching cock and burning publc hair. On the second turn around, I upset the whisky bar into the now flaming pile of clothes and thugs, smashing several bottles, some of which also began to burn with a blue alcoholic flame (some asshole is always drinking highly flammable clear-grain alcohol on a dare.). My companion screamed something in an other-than-English language, but the meaning was completely clear: "Take that, you drunken, girl-groping, raping sots," came through loud and clear. The party dissolved into a struggling mass of panicked drunk people, and my 'date' and I slipped unnoticed out the apartment door. Laughing and gasping, we ran to the end of the corridor, where we opened the emergency service door to the stairs. She suddenly jumped into my arms, shoved her skirt-covered pussy in my face (yes, I tried to lick it) and reached up with her lighter. She played the long tongue of flame over the sprinkler head, which erupted water. The other sprinklers in the corridor also turned on full force, as we slammed down the stairway three floors, and exited onto the street. "Dis way," she called, and we ran around the corner, and up about half a Philadelphia long block, pausing at an old Volkswagen, painted a bright orange. Around to the driver's side, which she opened, and shoved me in. Expecting to find a passenger's seat, I tumbled onto a flat surface, and thrashed in what seemed to be a rag factory. My companion started the car, jammed it into 1st gear (stick shift!), and we roared out of the tight parking space and up the one-way street (the wrong way). Turning right, we passed the apartment where we'd been and saw blue alcohol flames licking up from the balcony, and people in party clothes trying to climb down and to the sides, while the fire sirens echoed in the near distance. She drove up the street, toward Broad. Turning right on Broad, we headed toward City Hall, and freedom. She was still laughing, her pretty face grinning from ear to ear, as I tried to extract myself from the 'rags' around me. "Where you home?" she asked, as we passed Vine. "Keep on up Broad, then onto 611, until we get to Jenkintown. Long way." I suddenly saw why I was struggling. There wasn't any passenger seat. Squirming around, I managed to face forward. I was on a narrow platform, covered in clothes, and a couple of blankets. There was a deflated air mattress under me. I realized that my little Asian partner-in-arson-crime was probably living in her car. I said as much. "Yeah. Rive in car. Safe money. You rike my boobs. Bess tits money kin buy. Save rot's money, no pay rent. Pretty safe, park at my job prace. Dat gone, now. Damn doctor lef' with nurse he fuck, no warning. Need new safe prace wiz prug for heat. God damn Engrish rang ridge." So I said something stupid. "Come live with me at my place." Oh, God, what did just do? I can't get it up, and now I have another stray cat to take care of. Engrish Rang Ridge She looked over at me, unconsciously working clutch and stick shift as she drove her car. "Dat be nice. I be gurr frien, yes. But firs', we sex. Can't be hot-shit gurr frien until do sex. Put nice big pemis in hot gurr. Take time, do right." "I keep trying to tell you, I can't do sex any more. I can lick you, but I can't get hard." She grinned at me. "You promise you truss me. We have sex tonight." She looked at her watch, and then over at me. "In one hour, you be hard, and inside China little gurr. Fris' go fas, do han', brow job. Den srow. You rast rong time. I get to see big pemis go in, out, in, out. Promise. Firs' we sex. Then you decide 'bout new gurr frien." "But ... but," I said intelligently. "Shut you mouse," she said, grinning and stroking my lips with a suddenly free hand, between 2nd and 3rd gear shifts, adding, "you no talk now. Rook at me. You tink how you sex me, when you get home. Tink rear hard. Rots of sex ways. But shut mouse now." We rode up Broad Street, past Olney and Logan, to where 611 split off just past 66th street. On past Elkins Park and Cheltenham. I directed her into the Acme supermarket turn off, and into the parking lot behind my apartment building. We slid into one of the parking spaces, and my companion slipped out of the driver's seat, beckoning me out. As I crawled out of the shelf and across the driver's seat, she said, "had udder door wierd shut, can't open now." Then she added, "you stan' here," as she slid back into the VW's driver's seat, rolling down the window. "Up to window. Drop pants." "What," I yelped. "Drop pants on ground. You have to truss me. You promise." Her hands fumbled with my belt and zipper, and suddenly I felt the frosty October air on my crotch, as my pants and skivvies slid down my legs to puddle on the ground. My God, what if someone comes and sees. Grabbing my exposed manhood, she tugged firmly, pulling me to the open VW window, with my limp cock hanging in her face ... in her grasp. Thus distracted, I barely felt the sudden liquid coldness at the base of my abruptly tugged cock, or the slight stinging sensation. She held to my now-always flaccid maleness, as the stinging stopped. Then she let my penis go, and said, "Go on, purr up pants. Why you stand 'round in pub'rick park rot with pants down? You pervert or sumpin'?" And giggled. Thinking that this was some kind of crazy game, I bent down to pull my trousers and underwear up. Buckling my belt, I saw her roll up the VW's window, slide out of her car again, and lock the car. "Dere. Every ting safe here." She grabbed my neck tie, again, pulled my face near, and thoroughly kissed me. Then she held up her watch. "Haff hour to get out of town, den quarter hour to get here. You got 'nudder quarter hour left, den you sex me rear good. Now kiss. You be too busy to kiss gurr rips in few minutes. So China gurr want kiss now." Wondering how she was going to react when her ancient Chinese herbs didn't work, I pulled her close and started exploring her mouth, standing there in the parking lot. I perched her on the hood of the VW, and we kissed like frantic lovers. A little while later, she helped me break apart, and headed up to the elevators, toward my apartment on the 6th floor. I carded her inside and activated the elevator. We left the elevator and walked down the carpeted hall to my place, where I keyed her in. Closing the door, I raised my eyebrows. She grinned again, and ordered, "get crows off, rover." Again, she handled my belt, button, shoes, socks, shirt and trousers. Then she said, "rook down." I looked down. Eight and a half inches of long-denied male penis was standing rigid and protruding. My trousers were again puddled around my ankles. I had a mamouth erection, with the pre-cum bubbling out of the tip. Not just any old, middle-aged erection, but an 18-year old, teenage boner, the kind that could support two wet towels and still stand. The erection that I couldn't ever have again was quivering and jerking to my heartbeat. And it was pointed at my date, whom I'd forgotten about. The date who was staring at it, grinning, with one of her hands caressing her exposed breast and nipple, with the blouse pulled out of her skirt, off and thrown on the floor. The other hand working on her pussy, skirt itself pulled up to her waist, one middle finder disappearing into her pussy slit. And her lovely eyes dancing, 100-watt grin still on her lips. "How ...?" I began. She put the finger lately inserted inside her own pussy on my lips, and murmured, "rater. Now do han job, brow job on you. No wait. You need too much. I get srow rovin' rater. Do mouse music hard, fast, deep. I rove fear of man jism drip off China gurr. Make me crazy. Right now." Her lips were liquid music on my penis head. She swirled her tongue around the head, and worked it back and forth. First mouth deep, then sucking lips, them back to mouth. She sucked, looking up at me and grinning, then sucked more, concentrating on the shaft and fur directly in front of her. I strained to keep from coming, but she was too good, too fast. Her hand blurred up and down my shaft, lightly striking her lips, as her tongue caressed my screaminly aching member. I heard her, "yeah. Thass it. Sex rittr gurr. Fear so good. So big, so fast. Ungh, yeah, thass ... do it ... go fas, don wait ... yeah, good sex ... yes, yes, yes ..." Her skirt was a thin band of black around her waist. Her legs were locked wide apart as she knelt, and she urged me to thrust more toward her face with a rocking motion of her legs and thighs. I felt the pressure rising. I wasn't going to be able to last. She read my mind. "No wait. Ungh, yeah, thass it. Gonna cum, don't wait, cum on, rover, sex me ... ungh, now, yes, now, now, yes, now, sex on me ... AHHH, CUMM ... yes, YES, YES." My long deprived balls delivered up their jetting sperming jism. Spasm shoot. She screamed, and yelled, "yes, on me, yes, yes." Jism flooded, spurt after spurt, as she writhed, breasts heaving and jumping in three dimensions, hips bucking her face forward into my cock base, getting my hot sexual essence in deep into her mouth as we both could, without deep-throating her. Last jism spasm, and dry squirt, as I came back to myself. I'd spermed her upper body. Powerful, explosive ejaculations. They landed on breast, belly button, chest and neck, as she guided the pulsing flow all over her exposed upper body. I screamed and groaned with sudden release, as sexual release flowed over me. Blow job or no, this was the sex I'd needed and not had. Finally, real sex with a real woman! I looked down at my cum-covered rescuing maiden. My thick jism hung from a still distended nipple, about to drip onto a still skirt-covered thigh. I watched it fall, in slow motion. More sperm graced her chest and neck, and a strand adorned the underside of her chin. Two more strands decorated her belly, and a final bit filled her deep navel. Her delicate finger first touched my cock, and then each jism spurt in turn. "Firs' did dis' one, an' den dat' one. Den you shoot onto my tit. Dat nice. Big fat jism shoot. My tit fear when it hit. I start cum when you shoot on tit. Den you shot on girr' neck, an' den ..." She finished, "den you stop shoot jizz. I still cumming, fear you jerk, you keep cuming too." She looked up at me from her knees, adding, "my nips very sense-tive. Can bearry stan' touch of bra, crows. I go crazy when my tits get touched, kissed, sucked, purred, spermed. I cum just on tit touch. You let me stay here wit bare tits, yes? I push tits at you. You touch, purr, twiss, kiss, suck. I scream and cum for you, over and over. Prease, yes, you do for me? Then she look up and giggled. She said, "yeah, I know. You do dat anyway. But it fun to ask, pread for what you gonna do every time you see my no-bra tits bare for you. I rove be show-off. Start now! Where bat room, I get jizz off now. Den I come back and we have srow, rear sex. Deep sex. Nip kiss wit deep sex. I go crazy. Den I be gurr frien. But we sex first." "Uh, lover," I began, "Don't you think it's going to take some more time for me to recover until I can ..." "You crazy man," she echoed from the bathroom, with the water running. "You look down, check pemis. Den you tell me when we have more sex." So I looked down. I still had an 18-year-old surging, throbbing cock, raging, ready for deep penetration of an Asian sex slut. I yelled just that into the bathroom, as I slumped back into a low, wide, nearly armless chair, my rigid and turgid cock pointing toward the ceiling. My girl came out of the bathroom, and, staring directly at the spectacle my penis made, slowly swayed across the floor toward me. I could see the rigid tips of her breasts, and the deliberate rotation of her hips, and she walked the length of the room toward me, eyes fixed on her many-inch-long prize. No skirt, no boots, no clothes at all. Nor pussy fur. Nor any desire for a condom. Mouth a little open, lips parted, skin flushed, fingers slightly spread. Moving deliberately, she knelt over me, my tool pointed up at her, and positioned her pussy lips over the tip of my cock. Both delicate fingertips slightly pulled her lower lips apart, and she lowered herself just a little, until the cockhead was just touching the sides of both lips, and the penile tip aimed into her body. She released the lips, which quickly sprang to lightly, wetly encompass my member. I started to thrust upward, but she stook her head. "Ret girr do every ting. You watch. Watch big white-boy cock disappear into little Chinese srut. You watch, dis time. Odder time, I get to watch. I rove watch cock go inside girr, then come out, arr wet, shiny, siperrery. But now you watch cock go in. Hear girr go crazy. Yeah, yeah." And I did watch, as my straining male member was swallowed into the lips and further. Watched and felt, as ever few seconds, she raised herself to re-coat her lips with her liquid, only to see it disappear again, plus a little more, into her fluid heat. It must have taken five minutes for her body to make firm contact with mine. My cock was pushed deeply into her, as she took every silly-millimeter of my length. All the time she was descending, her eyes would go wide, and she shook a little, and then they would narrow, only to repeat the process. I think she was having little mini-orgasms as my length penetrated her body. She balanced on my cock, and then, one at a time, slowly lifted her legs to position them around my back. "Hoad me up," she commanded, as she lifted her other leg. My new Asian girlfriend was balanced on my legs and my cock, thrust so deeply into her. "Ah, dat nice. You got rearry big cock. I rike dat so much. I firred up so much with cock. Rove fear up with big cock." She reached forward, and grabbed my ears, pulling my astounded face to within a inch of hers, and growled, "I rearry rike dis. I doin' exacry what I want. Right where I want to be, in your prace, on your cock, having best sex fuck ever. I want your big cock right here. I want push and shove. I want nip kiss, suck. You kiss me, too. Dad fear sooo good. Ahhh. You rett me move on cock now." She matched her body to her words, with her hips thrusting back and forth, with some round and around, as my still sensitive, aching cock, deep within her, absorbed the attention. I knew I'd have to start thrusting soon. She straightened up, arched her back, and hissed, "kiss tits, nips. Suck, lick. Make girr crazy." I took her left nipple into my mouth, encompassing the aurole and nipple in my mouth, applying suction, and flipping the nipple with my tongue. My left hand sought and found her right nipple, pulling it and lightly twisting, and kneading the breast as a whole. She jerked and moaned, then keened in a shrill, nasal voice. "Ahhh, yesss, makes me crazy. Good, nice. Yeah, yeah, make me cum. Suck, lick, yeah, yeah, rove crazy nips, yeah, Argh, ungh, cumming, now, now, RIGHT NOW!" Her hips accelerated on my deeply penetrating cock, and she spasmed, mouthing incoherently, in a nasal unintelligible mix of Chinese and English and just sex-caused sounds. Plus grunts, as her body went rigid, then limp, and then rigid again. I felt the base of my questing cock grasped by her cuntal muscles, as she cried and shook, her pent up juices leaking from around the base of my tightly-clenched shaft. And I was still hard. Iron hard. Asian girl-slut-pleasing hard. She turned her face up at me, as her body relaxed from her last rictus, and her face went still. Then she smiled that 100-watt grin, as she said, "toll you I go crazy when you pray wit nips. Give dem rest now. Fuck into me with big cock." I grunted, as she clenched at me again, with her muscles, as I bunched my hips and started thrusting deep into her body. "Oh, yeah, dat's right, dat's what I want. Deep fuck. You watch me cum, prease. Gonna cum rear soon. Come on, big boy, give me big cock. Yeah, yeah, push, up in dere, come on, no be shy, want it hard, want it deep. You make ritter China girr scream. Oh, Oh, OH, YESH!." She grasped my shaft again, as she arched her back and thrust back. I started to feel the old familiar dull tingling. I could cum again. I was gonna cum. Push, thrust, lift her body off the chair. Don't care what she's feeling. Thrust, thrust. Yeah, fuck you little slant-eyed girl slut slut thrust cunt thrust fuck fuck, slutfuckcuntfuck cum cum. GROAN. YEAH, OH YEAH!" For the second time in an hour, my jism exploded out, and for the first time in many months, it exploded into a willing woman's body. I pounded and thrust and screamed and shouted and grunted, not knowing who it was going into, not caring, just orgasming, jizzing into the female cunt covering my jerking shaft. My vision tunneled down to her breasts, red at the edges, as I emptied months of frustration into the girl, in the form of liquid spermal life. I was fainting. I stopped, and gasped for breath, the red tinge leaving my eyesight, which widened to encompass the whole girl, and my apartment. Her eyes were rolled up into her head, and her body hung loosely in my grasp. My hips released their tension, and I fearfully eased her, still impaled on my partially rigid member, down to the chair pad. My God, I've battered her. She must be in terrible pain. I looked down at my lover, expecting to see suppressed agony of a sex-battered woman. Instead, I saw a lazy smile, followed by her cuntal grasping at my still engorged manhood. She looked directly at me, and said, "That was great. I'm gonna be one well-fucked first-class girl friend. But you already know that. You're still up, did you notice, but I know I'm gonna have to wait a little, your cock is probably so sensitive you'd jump outta your skin if we tried to use it again for a while." Wonderingly, I asked, "What did you do? I really was impotent!" "Not any more, lover. With a little help from the medical profession, and some distraction by me, we can have all the sex we want, pretty much any time we want. I gave you an intramuscular injection of Bimix, composed of phentolamine and papverine; three-quarters milliliter in the base of your lovely penis." "Remember when I was still in the car, and you had your pants down, with your cock shoved in the window, right in front of my face? I had the needle ready. One quick swipe with an alcohol prep-pad, grab the dick, give it a firm pull, dart in with a 30-gauge ultrafine needle, push-press the plunger and back out. I jammed the used syringe and needle into the red plastic disposal jar on the car's floor. Five to ten minutes for it to diffuse in, and you were set with a four-hour teen-ager's boner, guaranteed. Just time enough to get you distracted, upstairs, kissed, stripped and then, BINGO ... followed by BANGO." She added, "by the way, I'm Mei Lee Ashlynn, just in case you want to call me something other than the 'Chinese-slut-fucking-cunt' you were yelling when you came in me. Yeah and I loved hearing it, too." "Uh, by the way ..." I said intelligently. "Yes, oh-so-penetrating-partner, Lord of the Phoenix who sports in the Cinnabar Cavern." "How come you're so different from other Asian ... uh, well, so ... uh." I could feel myself getting into a swamp of words, as ethnic stereotypes could swarm up from such simple statements. She rescued me, saying with a big grin, "you mean, why I'm such a Chinese sex slut, and why I really enjoy having your big cock inside my body, shooting your jism into me as often as you can." "Well, yeah, 'cause most other Asian girls are so, uh ... so ... you know ..." She grinned, and finished, "Prissy. Shy. Puritanical. Cold. Or who don't think of sex nearly as important as education, money, a corporate job or political power." "Well," she added, "I love sex. I decided that early on—about age twelve or thirteen, I forget just when—when I saw my aunt getting it on with her boyfriend. She was grunting and thrashing around his pounding cock, and when she saw me watching, she winked and did it some more, cumming and cumming. So I wanted some. I lost my virginity at sixteen, and just have to have it pretty often. I got my tits fixed up a year ago, so that boys would stand up and take notice. Now, you're elected to give it to me. Lots and lots of thrusting, penetrating sex. Until you're too old to fuck. And that won't be for ... well, a long time." "and," she finished, " I just loved to hear you call me a Chinese fuck slut. Do it some more, right after you slide that hard cock into me ... or maybe just before you do. I want to show you just how much of a slut I can be. You're gonna like it; every slippery fucking moment." My new, Chinese girlfriend slithered off my still-hard but still-sensitive cock. I slid out of her body, admiring the gaping dark hole where my cock had just been, and watching it slowly close to her normal sexual opening. She watched my distended rod jerk and twitch, as she carefully cleaned it off with a warm washrag and light pats. It was so sensitive—she was right—that I could barely stand the touch. I quirked my eyebrow at her, and observed, "your little Asian-slut-girl accent seems to have evaporated." She grinned that 100-watter again. "You mean, this accent? You sex me sooo good. I rove you do dat. Not have dat much man in me ever. Dat th' troot. I want your big pemis, do dat again. No hurt me. You jus' right size. My nips want you, too. I nippur-orgasmic, no shit. Want deep fuck sex again, soon. You gonna nip sex me again, too. You want. I want. You do rearry good sex. We do again, go srrow, take time, have good srow sex with new boy frien, gurr frien. Want it in mouse, in pussy, maybe up ass. I be rear hot girr frien', no shit Shurrock." She started giggling, and rolling on the floor, laughing and hugging herself, as I joined in, my still bimix-injected, mostly-hard cock swaying and waving in the warm air of our apartment.