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Webmeets Diary Ch. 01

By: starbelliedboy



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

I was nineteen when I found the site. Like most male nineteen year olds, in fact like most males past the start of puberty, I had sex on the brain alot, probably most of the time. In theory, as a bisexual guy, not too bad looking and easy to get on with, it shouldn't have been too hard for me to find a partner if I wanted. Unfortunately, I was far too shy to chat up anyone, male or female. To make matters worse, there was my tendency to fall ridiculously in love with my best friends for ages, which I then wouldn't do anything about either, or if I did things didn't work out.

So, to cut a long story short, I was nineteen, horny, and not getting any, when I came across a free internet adult personals website. It wasn't completely free of course, if you wanted to start messaging someone you had to be a paying member, and also if you wanted to see the details of most people's profiles. But I was feeling horny so I thought I'd give it a try. I posted my ad, saying I was young and bi looking for sex with just about anyone, with a few photos of myself without a face, mainly of my erect cock as that seemed to be what all the other guys there had done. Whenever I was bored I would add some more details, or a fantasy, in the hope that someone would be interested.

Soon some people were, there disappointingly but not really surprisingly, my admirers were exclusively male. Over several months I tried to meet up with some of them, but it always fell through. I didn't blame them, as I was quite nervous about meeting too, and I wasn't sure enough of my housemates to feel comfortable bringing guys back, so it had to be at the other guy's place or a hotel.

Eventually, after several disappointments, I got a message on the site that stood out from the others. The sender, Ed, was eighteen for a change, whereas most of the others were around thirty or even older. Also, for once the message was longer than one sentence and wasn't just complementing me on the photo of my dick. Now, I don't mind being told I have a nice cock, but I know I have a nice cock. Over seven inches long and not much under two inches thick, in internet adult dating world at least it's above average. In fact it's about the only part of my body I don't have issues about, especially then when I was really skinny with hardly any muscle at all. Still, it gets a bit monotonous when that's all the messages said, especially when they didn't lead to some hot fucking.

What made this one really stand out was that the guy had clearly read all my profile, even the extra bits linked to, and he was responding to a fantasy I'd put on another page. Apparently he also had similar fantasies about crossdressing, and after exchanging a few horny messages we arranged to meet. He lived in a town not far from my University, and although I was home on holiday, I needed to go there for the day and I'd have time after. He said his house would be empty, so finally I had a meeting likely to become reality.

We'd arranged to meet at the train station, so I rang Ed when I arrived and waited for him. A few minutes later a guy about my height with big frizzy hair approached, and as he got closer I recognised him from the pictures of him in women's underwear he'd sent me. We walked back to his house, talking, me a bit nervous as this was my first time with anyone, until we got to his place. It was a big house, with a barn attached that he opened and we entered. It was a bit sparse, but with some sofas and a table, so we sat down and continued talking, listening to music, both a little nervous but also quite horny. He said that he'd wanted to be fucked by a tranny for years, even though he was only eighteen, and I'd wanted to dress as a girl and be screwed for a long while too, although in the end our roles were reversed.

Eventually he couldn't take anymore waiting: "Would you like me to dress as a girl for you then?"

"If you like, yes," I replied, feeling awkward and not sure what else to say. Ed picked up his bag and left the room, leaving me to fidget and wait, nervous, but very excited, all sorts of thoughts going through my head, thinking of running out on him, what we would do together, and so on. I took my top off as the anticipation was making me hot, so I sat in my tight black t-shirt, which despite being labelled large, I suspected was a girls t-shirt, as the band I got it from were much more popular with girls than boys. Finally I heard his footsteps and he came into the room, wearing a tight pink skirt and a vest top, looking very attractive. As he sat down again in the armchair, I noticed he was well muscled, and in the shade of the skirt I could just make out the shape of his cock.

"What would you like your slut to do then?" he asked. This was actually what we said; after all, it was a bit of an artificial situation, so it was difficult to know what to say. I simply replied:

"Let's start with some oral," and Ed obediently got down on his knees between my legs while I quickly unbuttoned my flies and pulled my trousers and boxers down, taking my limp cock in his mouth while I was still kicking my shoes off. His mouth was hot and wet on my dick, which was quickly getting hard, so I pulled my t-shirt off too and touched his frizzy hair as he bobbed up and down on me. I was getting impatient now, and wanted to get at his cock, so he suggested a sixty-nine. First though, I had to unzip his skirt, pulling it down off his hips so her was just in the top and the black knickers, his hairy genitals poking out from them, then I lay back on the sofa and he got on top of me, adjusting his position until he could suck me and he was within my reach.

Holding his legs with my arms I pulled him closer and began licking his dick, pulling his foreskin back to get at his smooth head, gingerly licking at it with the tip of my tongue until he was hard and then took him into my mouth and began sucking. He tasted good, but he was quite a bit smaller than me in both length and width, and without any difficulty I managed to lake the entire length of his penis in my mouth, the head in my throat. I did this a few times, still feeling his warm wet mouth around my cock, his teeth dragging lightly over my shaft, and then I began licking his balls, flattening his pubic hair with my saliva. I was about to start sucking his dick again, when he got up to turn the music off.

I knelt up and asked him if he'd like to fuck my arse, or something along those lines, and reached into my bag to pull out my tube of KY jelly, that so far I'd only been able to use on my own with my dildo and vibrator. I was looking forward to it so much that I forgot to get the condoms out, but luckily Ed reminded me, so while he put one on I spread some of the lubricator on my shaved arse hole, then put a bit on his rubber-coated dick and turned around to face the wall, leaning forwards and pushing my bum out towards him. He put the end of his knob on my sphincter and began trying to push it in, and I pushed back, as I knew I was supposed to from reading on the internet and my solo experiences, so little by little I felt it edge its way inside. He pushed it in as far as he could in that position and then began thrusting, and it felt good despite not filling me as much as I would have liked, but after a couple of minutes it became clear that this position wasn't the best.

Immediately, I lay down on the sofa and brought my legs up as I'd seen on the internet and in videos, and then Ed, who was now just in a bra, lay on top of me supporting himself on his arms and entered me again. In this position he managed to penetrate me a little further, and he also started to masturbate me, as I was no longer as hard as before, even though I loved being fucked by a transvestite like this, his cock thrusting in and out of me, but both of us strangely silent. After a few minutes he said he was going to cum and asked if this was too soon. I said no, but afterwards I wished I'd asked him to cum in my mouth, because I was left wanting to taste cum at the end of the session. Anyway, I didn't, so soon he pulled out, his dick softening and the condom full of his semen.

We got up, and then he took my place, asking me if I wanted to fuck him, which I certainly did, and I put on the other condom while he lubed up his arse, and then I put some KY jelly on my cock, massaging it a bit to get it hard, and got into position. At first I thought I wasn't hard enough, because I was pushing hard against his sphincter, but it wasn't going in, and I suppose I was nervous so I was softening up, but it also became clear that Ed was just too tight for me. So we stopped a bit, he did some poppers and used a fairly small dildo to loosen himself up while I wanked to try and get myself hard again, and we tried again, but still no luck. Finally, he stood up and bent over, holding on to the arm of the sofa and I went behind him to try again, but still it would go in, so in the end we decided it must be too big. I was a little surprised, as I didn't think that less than two inches thick and about seven inches long was especially large, just average, but apparently not, which was a nice ego boost, especially after my growing humiliation at not being able to penetrate him!

Anyway, once we'd given up on the idea of my fucking him, I pulled the condom off, and Ed got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth again, pausing to laugh, probably because of the poppers, at how big it was. As I watched him give me a blow job, I began to relax again after the embarrassment of not being able to fit in his arse, and after a couple of minutes I was rock hard, and we could probably have tried for penetration again, but I decided not to suggest it as the condom had been on the floor. Ed sucked harder, and I could feel his tongue swirling around the head, and I began to murmur that it felt good. Placing my hand on his curly hair, I closed my eyes, enjoying his mouth on me, and eventually felt the pressure building in my balls and the familiar warm tingling in my head.

"I'm going to cum," I warned him, not sure if he wanted me to ejaculate in his mouth, but he just intensified his efforts. Finally, I gasped as the orgasm flooded my head, and I could feel my jism spurting into Ed's mouth but he kept sucking, prolonging the climax and increasing my pleasure even more. As it began to fade I looked down and could see drops of cum falling from his mouth to splatter on the floor. He pulled back and asked me how it was.

"That was fantastic," I told him after a pause of shock, not knowing what else to say. Still recovering, I looked around, and Ed passed me a tissue to clean up. Once we'd cleared away the mess and the condoms, we both got dressed and left to get something to eat, both of us pretty satisfied, and much less nervous.

Webmeets Diary Ch. 02



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the Internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect other's privacy, and mine, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

After my first experience with Ed, I took a break from looking for meetings through the Internet, mainly because I moved to a different country for a year. For a while I did amuse myself by creating a new account on the site pretending to be a girl, complete with a photo of me from the back dressed in some of my sisters clothes. Unsurprisingly this profile got a lot more responses than my male one, from men of all different ages, so if you're a woman finding someone to have sex with through the internet is a lot easier than for guys. The trick would be in finding someone who isn't a weirdo, and finding the meets that would be worthwhile amongst the tens for replies you'd get.

Once I was back in the UK I decided that a year without sex was far too long, so I started working on my real profile again, concentrating on getting some guys to begin with. Fairly soon I started getting some replies, but as despite the fact that I was quite clear in my profile that I couldn't accommodate, people still kept assuming that I could. One who didn't though, James, lived in a city not far from my university city, so I told him when I would be back there so we could arrange a meeting. He was 30, so a nearly ten years older than my 21, but from his pictures he looked pretty attractive, and was straightforward in his messages. We exchanged phone numbers, but then for a whole month after I was back within easy reach of him, we still failed to meet.

Finally though we agreed on a Wednesday morning, when I didn't have class and he didn't have work. Unfortunately it meant that I had to get up at 7.30 in the morning, but I managed it, taking a shower, dressing in jeans and a jumper rather than my more usual hooded top. I then waiting in my room rather than having breakfast as I didn't feel like explaining to my housemate, who I could here moving around, why I was up so early on a day without lectures. I left the house and went to catch the train, which took about an hour, during which I slept and fantasised about what we would be doing together soon, trying to get myself aroused enough to overcome the butterflies in my stomach at meeting someone new again. Once at my destination, I sent James a text to ask him where he was, half-hoping he wouldn't be there, and considering just getting back on the train and going home, but he sent one back straight away saying he was in a silver Clio opposite the station, facing me in fact. Taking a deep breath, I went over to it and got in.

"Hi, I'm Jack," I said, greeting him. 

"Nice to meet you finally," he replied. "It's been what, about a month we've been meaning to do this? We started making small talk, about the journey up, our two cities, going out, that sort of thing, and I was checking him out, noticing that he was very good-looking, a well toned body, nicely dressed, unlike my very casual gear, even wearing shades.

"You want to go back to my place then, yeah?" James asked suddenly in the middle of the conversation, maybe because I seemed nervous, which was reassuring to me, as he was clearly far more experienced than me, so he could have just taken it for granted that I would do what we agreed.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, sealing my fate.

He continued driving, finally pulling into a fairly nice estate of semi-detached houses, hardly a car to be seen, and pulling in a drive at the end.

"There's no one about is there?" he remarked getting out. I followed him quietly as he opened the door and punched in the code for the alarm, then into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Some water would be fine," I replied, my mouth bone dry as the nervousness, which had been ebbing away, came back full force. He passed me a glass of water, pouring one for himself, and I drank a couple of mouthfuls.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked. This was exactly what I didn't want him to ask. I was fine telling people my desires on the Internet, but saying them out loud seemed kind of corny. I took another sip of water before replying.

"Well, you know, we'll see how it goes," I mumbled.

"Do you want to start down here, or go upstairs?"

"Probably best to go upstairs, I think." I turned and climbed the stairs, feeling him close behind me, and followed his directions into the first room on the left. It was full of stuff, only a small area of floor free from clutter, and several big mirrors arranged around the place, behind the double bed and next to the door. A little taller than me, he came closer, and not saying a word more, began kissing me, his arms pulling my closer. I put my arms around him, mimicking his moves a bit, squeezing his buttocks and doing my best to tongue him back and return the kiss against his stubble. I began to relax, and decided it was time to take my jumper off. He did the same, and then we resumed kissing, the only sound we made the rustle of our hands over each others clothing, our breath and the occasional wet smack of our lips.

James began pulling my buttocks harder, grinding my groin into his, and then reached around to cup it. I also wanted things to progress, so I took off my T-shirt, and once again he copied me, so now I could feel his strong muscular chest while he felt me up. Grinding into his hand a little, I decided to see what his package was like, as the pictures he'd sent me months before had been automatically deleted and I couldn't remember what kind of size he had. To my surprise it felt pretty big, and I began to think that finally I was going to be properly filled by a real cock! 

Trousers were the next to come off and without the denim in the way, my estimate of the size was proved to be correct by the feel through the fabric of his boxers. Eager to see it for real, I knelt down and pulled his underwear off, releasing a beautiful shaven cock, only semi-erect for the moment, but clearly not much less than two inches thick and a little more than six inches long. To begin with I licked at his smooth balls, taking each in my mouth to suck gently, tracing the shape with my tongue, tasting his skin, but moving my attentions quickly on to his shaft, feeling it harden, circling the head a few times before taking it into my mouth. 

I actually had difficulty fitting it in without my teeth touching his skin, but I began sucking and pushing forwards, trying to use my tongue at the same time. James put his hand on the back of my head and began pushing me more down which helped, although it meant some silly sounds got made as air escaped between my lips and his cock, and I could soon tell that his cock was fully erect. Glancing to the side, I could see myself sucking his dick on the mirror, which turned out to be a real turn on. He began thrusting harder, pushing further into my throat so I could no longer really suck and just kept my mouth open, trying not to choke.

When I really was starting to choke I stopped him and stood up, and he took that to mean that it was his turn to go down on me. Pulling my trousers and boxers off, he repeated the ritual, licking my shaft and then peeling back my foreskin. As he began sucking I closed my eyes and really started to relax, resting my fingers lightly on his tanned shoulders and feeling myself grow in his warm wet mouth. His hands pulled at my hips, getting me to thrust at his mouth, which I did, but not as enthusiastically as he had, leaving most of the work to him. It felt real good, but this wasn't quite what I had been looking forward to for months, so I pushed him gently away and rummaged in my trouser pocket on the floor.

Meanwhile James had sat down on the side of the bed, where I passed him the condom I'd been searching for, and while he was putting that on I got out the tube of KY jelly I'd brought and began smearing it around my arse, before squeezing some into my palm and lubricating his rubber coated cock. Turning around, I was now standing between his legs facing the mirror with my back to him, then holding his hot shaft in my right hand and holding his legs with my left for balance, I bent my knees to lower myself down. I tried to relax my muscles, and guided his head to my rear entrance, pushing to my hips down to get him inside. At first, it stretched me too much, stinging a bit, so before it was all the way in I came up again, but gradually I relaxed more and admitted more of him inside, the slight ache soon eclipsed by the pleasant feeling of being filled.

In order to make things easier for me, James lay back, enabling me to bring my feet up on the bed so I was crouching over him and watching myself in the mirror as I bounced slowly up and down on his cock, holding my balls up out of the way so I could see better. Unfortunately, as I wasn't used to being in this position, my thighs were not strong enough to keep going for long, so I had to get off. James took the opportunity to get a little bottle of poppers out of the drawer next to his bed and take a sniff, offering me some but I refused. As he was still on his back, I decided to try kneeling over him so I could look down on his smooth chest decorated with tattoos while pushing my arse back to take him inside me again, doing my best to tighten my muscles now rather than relax them. We stayed in this position for a couple of minutes, but even with him thrusting up to meet me it was still going a little slow for what we were both in the mood for, and my attempts at giving him a tighter hole to fuck kept interrupting things each time it forced him out, so I got off once more.

"Let's try it like this," I suggested, getting on my hands in knees in the classing doggy stance, and waited for him to get ready. He entered me easily now, and it didn't ache at all, although I could feel all the way in, pushing against my insides and producing a fantastic sensation. His strong arms pulled my waist back to meet the thrusts of his hips, so I was able to just sink down on my elbows and enjoy him. But this position soon became frustrating as he couldn't penetrate me as deeply, so once more it was time to change position.

This time James asked me to get on my back and move closer to the edge of the bed. He was still standing, and lifted my legs right up out of the way to push himself inside my arse again. Now he could really start pounding my arse, thrusting deeper and faster, and reaching down I could feel his rigid shaft sliding in and out between my fingers, then I cupped my balls with my hand. As he continued to fuck me at that speed, the sensation began to change from just pleasant to fantastic, a hot feeling rising up into my chest so that I couldn't help but gasp, even though I was no longer erect it felt like I was about to cum, but the feeling stayed without anything further happening. James bent down over me, supporting himself on his muscular arms, and I arched my back up to meet his lips for a passionate kiss, mostly licking each other's tongue's.

"Let me know when you're near," I whispered.

"Why?"

"I want you to finish in my mouth," I said, and grinned to myself that I'd actually said it, and that I'd be able to live out one of my fantasies at last. He continued fucking me, and I tried to tighten my arse around him again, playing with my cock, and then wrapping my arms around his back, feeling his chest, moving my hands down his body as he kissed me and moved above me, until I spread my hands over both his taut firm buttocks, pulling him into me.

"Oh, I don't want to cum yet!" he said suddenly, and pulled out for a breather. I sat up, cupping and gently squeezing his balls until he was ready. When he was he didn't lean over me again, staying stood up instead but thrusting even faster, sighing "yeah, yeah", and then he pulled me right up so only my shoulders we still touching the bed, my legs straight out either side of his neck. He put me down again and started wanking me at the same time, my cock which had been semi-hard most of the time filling out again. I closed my eyes and spread my arms out on the bed, moaning and gasping as his hand on the outside and cock on the inside brought me nearer to orgasm. My breathing suddenly quickened and I gasped loudly, a haze seeming to fill my brain as I came, James still pumping his hand on my dick and my hot spunk splattering all over my chest, engulfed in it for at least a minute.

I'd barely come out of it when he pulled out and took off the condom. I quickly sat up, taking his had cock from his hand and putting it in my mouth. Sucking hard I played with my sticky cock with one and whilst massaging the shaft of his with the other, bobbing my head as fast as possible in response to his gasps of pleasure. Soon I could taste another hot liquid join my saliva on my tongue, and I slowed but sucked harder, enjoying the sound of his moans and the strange sweet taste in my mouth until I noticed no more had come out for a few seconds, swallowing and licking around the head, getting it nice and clean before I finally stopped and sat back.

We looked at each other and smiled, both catching our breath. "Just what the doctor ordered, I think!" James said finally, and we laughed. Not saying anything else, we both cleaned up and got dressed, then he drove me back to the station, making small talk on the way once again. We said good bye and I got out quite quickly. It had been great, but I was feeling a little strange from our abrupt parting. As I was waiting for the train though, I received a text message from him saying: "Cheers m8 that was fantastic, well horny! Hope u enjoyed it 2?" I replied that I had, and since then it our meetings have become a semi-regular thing every two or three weeks.



Webmeets Diary Ch. 03



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

I'd been using the swingers' site for more than a year but still had not managed to fulfil any of my fantasies of bisexual threesomes. So it was a very pleasant surprise when one day I found a message in my inbox from a couple with a bi male. My excitement was somewhat lessened when I saw their ages: 49 and 51. I felt a bit odd about the idea of sex with people the same age as my parents. 

However, I was feeling very horny, so I replied and we got chatting on MSN. They sent me their pictures and while the woman, Laura, was pretty good looking for her age, the guy, Patrick, looked like an old bloke down the pub with white receding hairline, less than flat belly and a face that reminded me of Howard from the TV soap Neighbours, right down to the glasses. But they also sent me photos and video clips of themselves with other guys my age, and the more I thought about it the less the age thing was a barrier, and in fact it turned me on. The deciding factor though was when I sent them some photos of me crossdressing that I had taken when after years of dressing in my little sister's clothes I had finally bought myself a nice little slutty outfit from an online shop. They loved them! I had often fantasised about being a girl and getting fucked by an older guy, and the opportunity to act this out in front of his wife filming was too great to turn down, so I arranged a meeting.

The night before I spent about an hour shaving everywhere above the level of my stockings. It was over an hour's train journey to where they were, and I got increasingly nervous, contemplating getting off and getting the next one back several times, but I forced myself to continue because I knew I would feel stupid if I didn't. So with butterflies in my stomach I stepped off at the right station to see Patrick waiting for me.

"Hi, did you have a good journey?" he said smiling and extending his hand. Forcing a smile, I shook it, smelling the reek of cigarette smoke, which grew stronger once we were in the car. I didn't speak much during the 20 minutes drive to their village, answering a few questions of small talk about university, feeling my mouth growing drier as I wondered if I was doing the right thing, if afterwards I wouldn't feel ashamed about what I'd done. Pat was nice enough though, so I thought if I did have second thoughts he would understand.

Eventually we reached the house, in one of those identical well-off suburbs that could be anywhere. Once inside he offered me a drink, which I readily accepted, hoping it would steady my nerves. I'd barely sat down when I heard the front door shut again and Laura came in. She was about my height with a good figure currently inside some jeans. Her hair was very light brown or dark blonde, with a few grey hairs, but apart from a very few wrinkles around her eyes they were the only indication that she was approaching fifty.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, and proceeded to engage in some jolly small talk. After he had finished a cigarette though, Pat interrupted.

"Jack is going to be Sarah for us today," he said, and I grinned stupidly.

"That's OK, you can be Sarah if you like," Laura said. "I need to change too, so I'll show you where you can get dressed." I picked up my bag and followed her up the stairs, where she left me, indicating a spare room.

Closing the door and pulling the curtains I realised that this was it, I was really going to go through with it. I stripped naked, including my glasses which I decided to leave up there so it would feel more like one of my fantasies and I would hopefully be less nervous, as well as because I wanted to look a bit different as my female alter-ego Sarah. Unfortunately I had no wig, but I did have a garter belt with fishnet stockings, a lacy bra and thong set with tissue padding for breasts, a very comfy short skirt that just covered my bum, and a singlet with a bit of lace decoration, all in black. The set was completed with some black high-heeled shoes, and I shuffled awkwardly downstairs. Laura wasn't down yet; there was just Pat sitting smoking on the sofa, the curtains still open for any of the neighbours to look in.

"Wow!" he said as I came in. "You look gorgeous Sarah. Come and sit by me." I picked up what was left of my beer and did so, finishing my drink while he began to caress my legs. I'm not sure if it was my vision being a bit blurred without my glasses, the alcohol, or just the relief of having got beyond the point of no return, but I began to relax a bit more. When he suggested we kiss, I agreed immediately, pressing my lips to his and meeting his tobacco flavoured tongue with my own. I was even starting to caress his belly when his wife walked in on us.

"Oh Sarah!" she exclaimed, sitting on the other side of me. "You look really pretty!" I mumbled thanks and she began asking where I got my clothes. She herself was wearing a tight and short black dress. "Right, we need to get you made up," she said and got up again. Come into the other room, the light is better." I followed her and sat down at the table while she applied make-up to my face. Pat also came in, now with a video camera, and when Laura had finished he got me to back in the living room, now with curtains drawn, to pose as a fully fledged Sarah.

Once he'd got all the shots he wanted, including plenty up skirt shots of my arse and the bulge of my balls squeezed into the panties, he passed the camera to Laura, and without too many more words exchanged we resumed kissing. By now I was getting into my role of a horny, slutty girl getting some extra-tuition from her professors, which was the scenario we had discussed online, although in the end it was barely mentioned. I let my hand creep down from his large soft belly to undo his flies and start feeling the prize. This done, I wasted no more time in kissing, sliding straight off the sofa while he pulled his trousers and pants down, and got on my knees between his legs.

He was completely shaved, so I started by licking and sucking his balls, massaging his shaft and feeling it grow in my hand. It was about the same size as mine, about seven inches long and nicely thick, so I couldn't resist it long. Soon I had it in my mouth and was sucking hard to his encouragement. He put his hands on my head pushing me down, the head of his cock pushing against my throat. It even went in a little a few times, but I almost choked so I pulled back and licked the shaft and circled around the tip with my tongue before sucking again, placing my hands either side on his t-shirt covered belly to keep myself from going too far down. Laura had come over for some close-ups, and passed the camera to Pat to get a look straight down at me, so I looked up into the lens, pulling back to smile and lick the tip before going down again, as I love it when porn actresses do that. Although I loved the feeling of his dick in my mouth and much preferred the taste of his precum to tobacco, I don't think I'd ever given such a long blowjob, because my mouth started to ache from all the sucking. So it was something of a relief when Pat announced that it was "Mistress' turn."

Laura had now taken off her dress to reveal a strange sort of underwear made just of black straps so her breasts were emerging through two triangular holes. As she took Pat's place on the sofa, I found I was less confident about what to do, not knowing what she liked. So I lay on top kissing her and stroking down from her neck, over her nipples and belly, then up from her knee-high boots. I decided this was silly, so I moved down, a little too quickly perhaps, licking her breasts on the way down, until I was once more on my knees between someone's legs.

I pulled aside the elastic strip that covered her shaved pussy to reveal the wrinkly mass of flesh that was her vagina. Tentatively I stuck my tongue in for a taste, licking upwards a few times, enjoying her juices, then becoming more confident I moved up from where my tongue was slipping into a hot wet hole until I felt the small shape of her clit. This elicited a moan and an arching of her back, so I began making circular motions here, occasionally succeeding in obtaining more moans, though I found it hard to resist the temptation to taste her wettest parts again.

While I was busy doing this, Pat was filming, but soon this seemed to be concentrated on my anus as I could feel him behind me pulling my thong aside. So it seemed it was my turn to sit on the sofa with my skirt lifted up while his big, short haired head moved up and down over my groin, my knickers held aside to free my balls and cock for the attention of his mouth. Of course it felt really good to have his warm wet mouth around it, and I was soon pretty hard, but I really wanted to have him inside me, so after he'd had a good suck I pushed him away and stood up.

First I pulled my skirt and knickers off, keeping everything else on so I still felt girly (and slutty), then reached for the condom and tube of KY jelly I had brought with me. Less than a minute of sucking was all Pat needed to get hard again, then I put the rubber on him and lubed him and myself up. We tried doggy style first, but I was too tight, so instead he sat on the sofa, now just in his t-shirt, and I squatted over him. This way I was able to control entry, just letting in the head at first, which stung a bit, so I eased up and tried again, letting a bit more in. Although it hurt a little, the pain ebbed away as I relaxed and the awesome feeling of a big dick in my arse took over. I began speeding up a bit, Laura filming everything, leaning back and closing my eyes. 

After a while my thighs started aching, so I climbed off and turned around, kneeling over him. This way I used different muscles, Laura got a better view, and Pat could thrust up into me easier whilst playing with my cock as it bounced against his stomach. I lasted longer this way, but it was still tiring and not fast enough, so again I got off.

Now I was looser so I knelt on the sofa, leaning on the back with my arse out for Pat. He entered me from behind and began fucking me hard, his thighs slapping against my buttocks. Watching the video afterwards I can see his big arse pounding away, with just my stocking covered legs visible accompanied by the sound of my moaning and crying out as I got really into it, feeling like a real slut. This wasn't just playing a role, it felt fantastic have his big dick slide in and out of my sphincter. From that position he got me to lie on my back with my legs up and lay on top pounding away and playing with my cock. Several times I thought I was about to cum just from the anal fucking, but I didn't.

He clearly thought the same about himself though, as he suddenly pulled out, ripping off the condom and shoving his dick in my face, just as we had discussed was my fantasy several times online. His cock immediately erupted, spraying cum in a long streak from my chin to my forehead, and then a more well directed one landed around my lips. I opened my mouth to received the third shot, most of which landed on my tongue, then closed it around his head to suck the rest out, dribbling a thick stream of semen out down my chin as my mouth filled.

As soon as he was done he pulled out and began sucking my cock again until I was hard, which didn't take long as I was so turned on from the taste in my mouth and sticky mess on my face and neck, not to mention from the previous action. Laura came over, now completely naked except for her boots, and I stood up, stroking her breasts and body again, Pat's lips still around my penis, then she got on the sofa with her legs open and beckoned me down.

I steered my cock down, brushing the slight stubble around her slit then through the fleshy lips to the hot moist tunnel beyond. She wasn't especially tight, but neither was she loose, and after all that prostate stimulation I was pretty close to the end already, so only a couple of thrusts and her moans brought me over. I pulled out quickly, and fought it back, succeeding the first time, after one more entry I thought I'd beaten it again, but ejaculated right on her slit. I thrust back in deep, pounding her mature cunt as fast as I could while I orgasmed, spurting load after load of my young spunk inside her, and continuing after I'd finished, until my dick became too sensitive and started to go soft. I pulled out and resumed licking, now tasting my own cum mingled with her juice, until she got up.

After a short rest to clean up, discuss my sexuality with Laura and try on her dress, I found myself sitting on the sofa with my head on Pat's lap sucking his already erect cock once more. And again my mouth soon started to ache, so luckily he was eager to suck mine again too. This time I just lay back and let him get on with it, enjoying the new sensation of the tight dress on my skin and amazed at how soon he got me hard again. Adding to his oral work he inserted a finger in my arse, which felt pretty good.

However, Laura must have been feeling left out, so she suggested I fuck her doggy style. Whether I was just not hard enough, or simply unused to taking a woman in that position, I'm not sure, but I couldn't seem to achieve penetration. She was very nice about it though, and instead began sucking my cock. It was nice not to feel the bristle of stubble while receiving a blowjob for a change, and I did get pretty hard, so probably could have fucked her after that, but I didn't say anything. Instead Pat knelt next to her and they took it in turns until Pat took over completely, and she just held me from behind, her breasts pressed against my back while her husband sucked me to completion.

That was almost the end of the afternoon, except for trying on her evening gown for a short photo shoot before it was time to get dressed and catch my train. Unfortunately in the following months, work and an injury conspired to keep me from meeting them again. In the meantime, they sent me a DVD of the session, and as far as I know they continue to meet young bi guys for fun, and I gave them permission to show the video to any they do meet. So if you get in contact with a mature bi couple, you may well get to see the Sodomy of Sarah!



Webmeets Diary Ch. 04



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

As I neared the end of my university course I had less and less time for playing around on adult personals sites, and spent most of my free time planning my journey I would be going on once I'd finished. Exams out of the way though, I suddenly had a few weeks of free browsing times, but instead of arranging immediate meets I decided I would see if there was anyone in the countries I was going to, as there I thought I would be less nervous with no chance of people I know learning of my meetings, and also because for many years I had fantasized about sex with Asian girls, and China seemed like a good place to find them!

So I paid the minimum I could to be able to contact people and set about searching for people on my route and contacting those who interested me. I was not too blatant in my intentions, as I knew women needed to be approached differently to men, and there was also the thought at the back of my mind that maybe some of these could become more than a brief physical encounter. I even devised a kind of hierarchy of who I contacted, with at the top women under 26 who seemed to be looking for romance and who came across in their profiles as people I might actually fall for, then women who were explicitly just after sex, followed by couples of any age with a bi male, apparently heterosexual couples looking for men, gay couples and finally transgender people. Apart from the latter who almost all seemed to be escorts, I got a reasonable amount of responses, gaining several pen pals who I still talk to on MSN, and a few prospective meets. All this may sound a bit obsessive, and I guess it was a bit, but I was still very horny most of the time and wanted more experiences with women and couples most of all, and this seemed a good way to raise my chances of getting them while travelling.

A week after I returned to my family home though, I found I had a few days alone with both my sister and parents away for a few days. Normally I would have used this opportunity to dress up in my girlie clothes and play with my toys (a 2 inch thick, 12 inch long jelly dildo, and a ribbed vibrating butt plug that was about 4 inches at it's thickest, though I never managed to get it in that far), but perhaps rather wastefully I had thrown all these in the bin before coming home so they wouldn't be found by parents "tidying" my bedroom while I was out exploring the world. Instead I had my sister's clothes to satisfy my crossdressing fetish as I had always done before buying my own, and I guess I could have just warmed up a cucumber in the microwave as a dildo, but I realised that I had another option. For quite a few months I had been in touch with a guy in a nearby town called Andy through the personals site who wanted to explore his bi side, but until now we hadn't managed to meet as I had no means of transport when I was at home, he was too far away when I was at university, and neither of us could host.

I had his phone number though, so one morning I sent him a text message asking if he was free, and luckily he was not far away on a trip for work after which he would be free, so we exchanged a few more messages giving him directions and telling him to bring some condoms and lubricant as I had thrown mine out with everything else. I had about an hour before he would get here though, so I decided to shave, although only my face as I didn't have the time or patience to do my legs and pubes. From our previous emails and messages I knew he liked crossdressing, so next I went into my sister's room to pick out an outfit. Luckily she isn't much smaller than me, so I wouldn't be noticeably stretching her clothes. I considered quite a few combinations, but as I turned to leave and try them on, a pile of old clothes in the corner, some of which looked familiar, caught my eye. Going closer, I saw that it was exactly what I should wear: her old school uniform. Just seeing the pink and white stripes of the shirt and the grey skirt had my penis twitching from the memories of my fantasies I'd had at school.

For the next quarter of an hour I enjoyed myself roaming the house dressed as a school girl, wearing one of my sister's bras padded out with rolled up socks to give me a bust, some of her knickers with small pictures of teddy bears on them (that I got out of the dirty clothes pile in case I got any cum on them) and some knee high white socks. My fun was interrupted by the doorbell, sending my heart racing. Carefully I peeked out the window, and to my relief it was Andy, who I recognised from the photos he'd sent me, and let him in quickly, paranoid that someone I knew would see and tell my parents. Despite being over 6 foot tall, at least eight years older than me, and from what I could tell under his white work shirt, had a pretty toned body, he seemed pretty nervous.

"Would you like a drink?" I offered him, breaking the awkward silence.

"Just some water thanks," he replied, and followed me into the kitchen. My mouth had gone rather dry, despite me being the teacher for this encounter, so I poured two glasses. Once he'd gulped down some water, he smiled, a very good-looking smile I must say, from behind the curtains of his long, shoulder-length blond hair. "You look really sexy by the way. Where did you get the outfit?"

"It's my sister's," I replied. "She doesn't have to wear it anymore, but we still have to be careful not to get it dirty. I'm afraid I don't think we have anything in your size..."

"That's OK." He finished his water.

"Shall we go in the lounge?" I asked when he remained silent, reminding me very much of my first few meets, and I was surprised to find that I'd grown a little more confident.

"Good idea." We went in and stood by the coffee table where I had placed my camera with which he would take photos throughout our encounter, looking at each other for a moment. "You really do look gorgeous, Jack." I smiled, moving closer. "Can I kiss you?"

By way of answer, I tilted my head up and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him towards me. Our tongues met in a long kiss, getting more and more passionate, and eager for some action I began undoing his shirt to touch his chest that was as firmly muscled as I had guessed, then further down to feel his crotch through his trousers. Growing tired of having to look up so much to kiss him, I moved my lips to his tanned chest, and moved down while my fingers fumbled with his fly. In no time, I was kneeling in front of him, his trousers and underpants around his ankles, his semi-erect cock in my hands, and his shaved balls in my mouth. They felt good in there, my tongue running over them gently, tasting the salt of his sweat while my hand pulled his foreskin back and forth, his penis engorging itself rapidly.

My licking moved up, teasing his shaft, but it was also teasing me as I was hungry for his cock that continued to grow, slightly bigger than mine at over seven inches and looking bigger because of the lack of hair around it. The head was a bit longer in proportion to the rest of it than those I had had so far, so I spent a while exploring the new shape with my tongue before opening my mouth and taking it inside. My own was growing to in the confines of my sister's knickers, gaining an extra jolt when I glanced to the side and realised that I hadn't shut the curtains. We were set a bit back from the road, and there were plants obscuring the window to an extent, but even so it would be fairly easy for passers-by to see us if they chose to look through, and the thought of what they would see really turned me on: a short-haired school girl giving head to a thirty-year-old. Really getting into this role, my thoughts of getting fucked began to slip further to the back of my mind to be replaced by hopes that he would cum in my mouth and all over my face, but it was not to be.

"Can I try?" Andy asked, pushing my head gently but firmly away.

"Yes, if you like," I said, trying to hide my disappointment, and stood up as he took his turn on his knees.

"You'll have to give me directions," he said, lifting my skirt and pulling my cock and balls out through one of the leg holes of the panties. "I've never done this before."

"OK, just kind of lick it a bit first and then suck it while rolling your tongue around the head, careful not to use your teeth... Just do what comes naturally really."

He followed my instructions, and proved a good student, soon bringing my semi-erection to a full one, and from the sounds he made, enjoying it a great deal. Once more I imagined what any nosey neighbours would make of what they would see through the window: a thirty-year-old guy with his head up a rather masculine-featured school girl, or more likely a thirty-year-old guy sucking the cock of a hairy-legged, clean-shaven 22-year-old dressed in a school girl uniform. However, the theoretical voyeurs would not have long to watch this, as I soon realised that not having a wank that morning had been a mistake, for now after only two minutes of having my cock sucked I was on the verge of ejaculation, far earlier than I wanted. Reacting swiftly, I pushed him away.


"Shall we go upstairs?" I suggested, hoping the pressure would subside. To my relief, he consented, and taking the camera he had put aside when giving me a blowjob, we went up to my room. Immediately, he began stripping off, but I was reluctant to get out of clothes that made me feel so sexy, so I just took off the knickers and unbuttoned the shirt.

"Can we try a sixty-nine?" Andy asked, standing before me completely naked.

"Sure," I replied, at once eager to try this as I had only done it once before with the first guy I ever slept with, and nervous that this might bring me over the edge too soon.

He lay down on the bed, his head on the pillow, and I mounted him, my skirt hanging down so I couldn't see his face then got down on my elbows, facing the full-length mirror on my wardrobe opposite the foot of the bed. This way I could watch myself take his cock in my mouth, the shaft disappearing between my lips until I could feel the tip on the back of my throat, then out it came again, sliding over my tongue, shiny and wet from my saliva. Concentrating on watching my own head suck cock between his long legs and dribble down on to his shaven balls distracted me for a while from the hot wet tongue swirling around my own dick, but this effect didn't last for long, and I had to really strain myself so as not to cum. It became too much, so I knelt up and got off as fast as I could without ripping my cock out of his mouth.

"Did you bring condoms and lube?" I asked in a rush. "I need to you to fuck me, now!"

"Oh, yes," Andy scrambled for his trousers, pulling out a condom and small container, handing the latter to me.

While he got the rubber on, I bunched my skirt up in my left hand to keep it off my arse and used the other hand to scoop liberal amounts of lubricant from the container to spread first around my sphincter, allowing my fingers to slip in a little, then over his throbbing, latex coated erection. Placing the container on the floor, I turned my back on Andy, who was now sat on the edge of the bed, and reversed between his legs, still holding the skirt up and my right hand still on his cock as, looking in the wardrobe mirror as I did so, I lowered myself down on to his shaft. I was no virgin to anal sex, but neither had I ever had it on a regular enough basis to loosen me up significantly, particularly in the few weeks preceding this session, so although he entered smoothly the first time, it was nevertheless a very tight fit, particularly as he seemed a little thicker than what I was used to. To begin with it was even a little painful, but it felt so good to be filled up there that I could ignore it, and after lifting up and down a few times it soon subsided completely. I released both his cock and the skirt so as to steady myself on his knees either side of me, with the added bonus of hiding my erect cock from view in the mirror that now showed a school girl clearly enjoying impaling her arse on a big throbbing cock. As always, though I felt I was getting better and lasting longer, this position used muscles that did not often get used, tiring sooner than I would have wanted as a result.

Not even bothering to explain this time, I simply stood up slowly, letting him slide out of me, then got on the bed on hands and knees, facing the mirror to satisfy my voyeuristic-exhibitionist streak. Cottoning on immediately, Andy got up behind me, positioning his cock at my arse hole and pushing in, pulling me towards him with his hands on my hips as he did so, entering me easily. I simply left him to fuck me, pushing back to meet his thrusts but otherwise doing nothing other than enjoying the feeling of a dick pushing in a out of my sphincter, pressing against my prostate so that my own cock leaked precum all over the underside of my skirt each time it swung and came into contact with it. My mind was also treated to the delightful view I had of, depending on how I wanted to view it, either me or a shorthaired schoolgirl, her shirt open to show her bra, being sodomised. Both our faces were becoming flushed and contorted, he was grunting with each thrust while I was breathing heavily and letting out little, slightly feminine moans to play the part of the school girl. It felt so good that I thought if he continued for another five or ten minutes I might actually get an orgasm just from the anal stimulation, so I resisted the urge to do as I often did and turn over on to my back to wank at the same time.

However, it seemed that I was not the only one ready to cum, as just as I was thinking this Andy announced he was cumming, slamming his cock deep inside me one last time and keeping it there, his reflection showing his eyes closed and mouth wide open, gasping. Doing my best not to show my disappointment, I let him finish inside me, resting my head on the bed as he withdrew and pulled off the condom, then rolled on to my back, undoing the skirt and removing it before spreading myself out before him, hoping that the sight of my hard cock, sticky with precum, would tempt him, or that he was at least a gentleman and would get me off as I had let him fuck me. It seemed he was, for once he had dealt with the used rubber he didn't hesitate but settled himself on his front between my legs, cramming my dick in his mouth and practising his newfound cock-sucking skills. For a few moments I was disappointed that he didn't stick a couple of fingers up my butt to replace his cock, but watching his face bob hungrily up and down, framed by his long blond hair, I soon forgot this detail, lying back to moan as I felt my long delayed climax finally burst forth, pumping load after load of semen into his eager mouth. Eventually he had sucked me dry, and pulled back smiling.

"Fuck that was good!" was all I could think to say. Once we'd gathered some energy, we began getting dressed, and I asked him: "So, how was your first time with a guy?"

"Great!" he answered, grinning, but slightly embarrassed. "Maybe we could meet again sometime, I want to know what it's like to be fucked in the arse too!"

"Oh, it's fantastic! But I'm going travelling for a while and this is probably the only day I'll have the house to myself, so unless you want to stay this afternoon...?"

"I can't, I have to get back to work."

"I'm sure you can find some other guy, I've met a few from that site."

"Really? I've met quite a few people on there too."

"Who have you met?"

"Oh, I had some great fun a couple of weeks back with a girl off there. What about you?"

"I've met with a few guys, and one couple. I had a few other possible meets that fell through... And hopefully I'll be meeting some people on my trip!"

"It's a great site isn't it?" We had wandered down through the house by now and we at the front door. "Well, I'd better be going. Thanks for this, it was great! And have a good trip, and lots of sex!"

"He he, thanks!" I replied, opening the door for him. "You too, and maybe we can meet up again when I get back."

"Yeah, definitely. OK, bye then!"

"Bye!" I closed the door and leaned against it smiling. Gingerly I reached behind myself and touched my still slight open, aching and sticky arse hole, and sighed, wondering when I would next be able to have a guy fuck me, not knowing how many of my possible meets along my route would be any good. Then with another sigh I set about cleaning up, as the skirt at the very least was going to need a good scrub before my sister got back...



Webmeets Diary Ch. 05



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter.

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As I have recounted in previous entries to this diary, once I finished university I decided to go travelling and spent the months between doing my exams and leaving using my favourite adult personals site to contact people on my route, seeing it as an ideal opportunity to expand my sexual horizons along with all the other discoveries you make while travelling. In particular I wanted to make up for my only, and not-too-spectacular, sex meeting with a woman, which could hardly count as loosing my virginity (this experience appears in Chapter three of this diary).

A couple of months later and I was off, starting in St. Petersburg before the long train across Russia to get to China and the rest of Asia. This first stop was also where I was meeting my first contact, and my first chance to fill this hole in my experience, the only one who had replied in all of Russia, a sweet 25-year-old English teacher by the name of Annie. She had sent me her photos, not nude ones of course, as I had only sent decent ones of myself, and she was quite pretty. Not one the tall stunning blondes of James Bond movies, which would have intimidated me, she looked rather more homely, a little plump but not obese by any means, a very cute open sort of smile and yes, blue eyes and blonde hair. 

Very kindly she had offered to take a day off work to show me around her city the day after I arrived, telling me to meet her by the column opposite the Winter Palace, as this would be easy enough for me to find on my own. I was a little nervous as usual, but not too much as after all there had been no promise of sex in our emails, simply friendly chatter, then when I saw her waiting for me, dressed casually in jeans and a blouse, she smiled in greeting, and my nerves melted away as she put me completely at ease.

"Ah, you are Jack, yes?" she said, and my spine tingled to the sound of a real Russian accent, even sexier than the fake ones in films. "I'm Annie, very pleased to meet you!"

"Pleased to meet you too," I said, shaking her hand. The day went by very pleasantly as she showed me around some of the well known and not so well known corners of that beautiful city, giving me much more information than I would have got from walking around with my nose in my guidebook. We got on very well, laughing together as we discovered we shared the same sense of humour, and I soon forgot the artificial way I had met her. I paid for lunch and dinner, as it was the very least I could do considering she'd taken a whole day off work to act as a free tour guide, and as we drank more wine, we both got a little flirty, so I was a little disappointed when she said she needed to go home.

"I can walk you home if you like," I offered thinking this was what you were supposed to do.

"Maybe it is I should walk you home," she laughed, "I am used to my country, you are not."

But in the end she didn't put up a fight and seemed pleased to spend another 40 minutes with me going back to her apartment. It was not in an expensive part of town, which if you've been to Russia you'll know means it was pretty run down, but then that was no surprise as she was a young teacher and couldn't earn that much. At the door of the block she paused, her key about to go into the lock, looking at me in a coy way she hadn't done all day, and a slight purr entered her voice.

"Would you like to come up for some coffee, Jack?" she asked. My heart skipped a beat, and I stuttered an affirmative reply. Could this really mean what I hoped it meant? Was it really that easy? Was she really that easy? Although I had been careful to not to imply that I was contacting her to have sex, that was kind of the purpose of the site we'd both used, and I recalled that her profile, along with being very honest about her personality, had also been very honest about her desires, yet so far during the day she had not given the slightest hint that that was what she was after. However, the mere idea of it, unlikely though it seemed to my still pretty inexperienced mind, started a twitching in my trousers, enhanced as I followed her up the stairs and had my vision filled with her large but very sexy bottom.

"OK, this is my flat," Annie said, unlocking the door and opening it, letting me enter before her. I barely had time to look around the narrow hall before there was the click of the door closing and I was pinned to the wall, Annie's soft, warm lips pressing against mine with her body, which was only a few inches shorter than my own. Fighting back my surprise, I kissed back, closing my astonished eyes to heighten the sensation as her hot wet tongue invaded my mouth, and I hesitantly returned her embrace, arms around her waist and back at first, but when she squeezed my buttock hard I suddenly gained confidence and reciprocated, sliding my other hand under her hair to cup her neck and pushing back against her body.

Things moved very fast, too fast for my brain to get nervous, as it was still a little dull from the wine, and our kissing became more passionate, both of us trying to push the other against the wall. Then she was dragging me down the hall, shedding our clothes as we went, and into her bedroom, pausing to rip off her knickers and peel off her white socks while I did the same, giving me time to take in the tiny size of the room, with just enough space for a single bed against the wall, a bedside table and a chest of draws. My observation of the room was cut short by her hand grabbing my now fully erect cock, the other hooking my head back into a kiss as she shuffled us on to the bed. She lay back with her legs spread open invitingly with a totally unshaved bush of dark blonde, curly hair in the middle with me kneeling between them observing her now flat stomach and large D or maybe E cup breasts heaving with her passion as she reached under her pillow for a condom and ripped the packet open.

Deftly and expertly she rolled it down over my dick, not saying a word but pulling me down by it towards her hairy pussy, I had to lean forwards, placing my arms either side of her shoulders for support, so unless I tucked my chin down to my chest, her face filled my view. Letting her take control as she clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted, I felt her rub my latex covered penis up and down amongst the hair, once, then twice, the moist sound it made so loud it was clear even to me that she must be very wet. She pulled me in and instinct took over, I thrust my hips forward, feeling my cock sliding inside her easily despite its respectable size, until my pubic hairs were pressed into her lighter ones, amazed at how much I could feel through the condom.

Slowly I withdrew as much as my hips would allow and then slowly went back in, thinking that slow and sensual was how women liked it, based on what I had read. Stupid really, in every other aspect of life I never assumed "women" were or liked anything as one block, why should it be any different in sex? I realised this soon enough as both her hands gripped my buttocks and pulled me down harder and harder, her own hips coming up to meet them. Cottoning on, I sped up, encouraged by her smiles and odder expressions on her face and one hand moving up to my back, pulling me closer so my skinny chest was pressed against her softer, more substantial flesh. Her legs wrapped around me and I tried to go faster still, slipping out a couple of times at first, which required hasty readjustment, but soon I was so hard that even when I came right out, I slid straight back in again.

My thrusts were so hard now the bed was shaking, banging loudly against the wall and squeaking madly like deranged mice. At first this was joined just by both our panting, and Annie occasionally moaned, whether from pleasure or as encouragement I neither knew nor cared as I got deep into it. Sexual fury taking over, to the racket was added my grunts as I simply hooked one arm around her head, burying mine in the hollow of her neck, occasionally kissing it, the other arm massaging her arse against which my balls we now slapping noisily too.

Annie began to cry out "Da! Da! Da!" in ecstasy, I hoped afterwards that it was genuine, and certainly when I glanced at her hot, flushed, contorted face I thought so, and with the contractions she was making around my dick I ceased all attempt to think of unerotic things, groaning loudly as I came. I continued to thrust and pant, feeling more cum shooting through my cock so I was amazed the condom could hold it all. Even after I had finished and had collapsed sweatily on her body, I gave a few more slow thrusts until it felt like I was going soft and I could muster the energy to lift my self up and pull out to remove the condom before it leaked everywhere. Tying it off and dropping it on the floor, I collapsed next to Annie's panting, sweat drenched body and kissed her.

"Ooooh, I needed that!" Annie sighed, as we both lay staring at the ceiling. After a while she turned on to her side, propping her head up on her arm to look at me. "You've not done this much before, have you Jack?"

"Nope," I said, reassured by the faint smile on her lips.

"That's OK," she replied, and laughed. "I am a teacher after all, I don't have time to teach you Russian but maybe I can teach you something else... When do you leave Peter?" Peter is what locals sometimes called the city, my guidebook had told me, so thankfully I didn't look too confused at this point.

"On Saturday."

"Saturday? OK, that gives us three nights after tonight then, I can't take another day off."

"I can take you out again tomorrow night if you like?" I offered, trying not to be distracted as her free hand wandered freely through my chest hairs.

"No, no, I have marking to do in the evenings... But if you come around at about half five in the afternoon when I'm back from school, I can probably afford an hour or two of relaxation before I start..." She finished this sentence with her hand, now between my legs and playing softly with my balls.

"OK," I said, as if I was going to object to an apparent promise of two hours of sex each night. "How about Friday night though? You won't have any marking to do then will you?"

"Friday?" she seemed to ponder for a moment, slowly pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head of my flaccid penis. "Yes... yes we can go out Friday if you like. We can go out properly, I can show you some Russian nightlife, it will be a lot of fun!" She bent down to kiss me, her hot tongue invading my mouth once more, though more gently than before, in time with the movements of her hand that was still jerking me off with my foreskin.

Tentatively I put my left hand that was not trapped against the bed by her large breasts on her waist, caressing up her side, enjoying the softness of her flesh. As she didn't stop me, I moved my hand up from her belly to the side of her right breast, furthest from me, slowly feeling my way until I was gently kneading her whole breast, or at least as much of it as would fit in my hand. The sensation of holding it joined with the actions of her hand started to arouse me again, so I was eager to get Annie in a similar state. Between squeezing her breasts, which she seemed to enjoy, I also began circling her nipples with my fingers and gently brushing them now and again, and to my delight they became erect after a few minutes.

My confidence was growing, probably in proportion to my dick that was almost fully extended now, her hands giving it a squeeze every now and again, so perhaps earlier than she would have liked I moved my hands down again, passed the round bulge of her stomach to the tangle of hairs below. I did my best not to rush things, as I really wanted to learn how to give pleasure as well as receive it and I had always read and heard that women prefer to go slowly, so I began by drawing my hands slowly up and down her inner thighs. 

Annie, however, had already shown that she preferred things faster than an apparently "typical" woman, and I was getting horny again, so as soon as she began pushing her hips out a little towards me I interpreted it as a sign to hurry up. Rather clumsily I moved my hand into her pubic hair, stroking my middle and fore fingers up either side next to her legs, noticing that the hairs between them were wet, a temptation I couldn't resist. Carefully, I pushed my middle finger down, allowing it to follow her hairy skin until it yielded and slipped into her hot wet slit. Resisting the urge to enter further right away, I brought my finger up through her juices, trying to find her clitoris. Eventually I found a small mound of looser skin at the top and assumed that this must be it, began to rub around it gently as I had seen in porn films, dipping back down periodically to wet my finger again.

She allowed me to do this for a while, occasionally correcting me with a gently touch of her hands, but apparently enjoying it, thrusting her hips more and more. The more she did this, the harder it became for me to continue, as my finger kept slipping off, but as she didn't seem to mind I tried inserting it in the hole below, extracting an even greater thrust. Encouraged, I began thrusting in and out, first with just the one, then finding that I could easily slip in a second, which actually made it easier. Doing my best to read her body movements, sighs and groans, I found the best technique was to simply keep my fingers inside her doing a kind of beckoning movement whilst pressing my palm down on the mass of hair above it.

I wasn't allowed to play for too long though, as she pulled my hand away gently but firmly and knelt up, telling me to move into the centre of the bed. She had another condom in her hand as she straddled me, ripping the packet open and putting it on me as expertly as she had the first time, adjusted her position slightly and sank slowly down, holding me in place so that her pussy slid easily over me. All I could think of to do was put my hands on her wide hips as she ground them against mine, my cock sliding deep inside her, our pubic hair pressed together in one mass, although when I looked down in the hope of seeing my dick inside her, all I could see was her stomach hanging down to touch mine as she leant forwards slightly to get a better angle. In fact, her position had made it fold a little, making her look fatter than she had lying on her back, but far from being a turn off I thought it looked rather sexy.

Bringing my gaze up I took in her large hanging breasts and her smiling face, obscured occasionally by her hair as it fell forwards from her movements until she brushed it away. Those big breasts were too tempting even for me, who had never been particularly obsessed by big breasts as I generally find smaller, well formed ones more attractive, and after a few minutes of watching them sway above me I had to reach up and cup each in my hands, squeezing them gently, and when I remembered to concentrate on them rather than the feeling of her vagina surrounding my cock, brushing the nipples and circling them with my thumbs.

For a quite a while she continued this steady grinding, my cock not moving that much inside her, although enough to stay erect, her face becoming more and more flushed, leaning into my hands holding her tits so they were pushed up. She began to speed up a bit, and moved my hands away so she could lean further forward on to her elbows, her face now breathing heavily on mine, her breasts and stomach pressed hard against me. I wrapped my arms around her back at first, pulling her closer, then moved them down to grab at her buttocks, falling and rising over my crotch, enjoying the feeling of them in my hands as much as I had that of her breasts. As her movements and breathing became even more urgent, I pulled my knees up so I could thrust up into her and take a more active role, allowing me to withdraw further from her and get a much better sensation for myself.

Once more, she started to cry out "da!" just as our thrusting began to shake the bed against the wall once more, but this time I wasn't as close to orgasm as before, so instead of being taken over the edge I intensified my efforts, and was delighted to find this made Annie cry out louder then ever. She pushed herself up, first on to her hands so she could push herself back on me, then right up and back, kneeling right up and leaning back on my knees so that to continue towards the orgasm I could finally feel building in me I had to thrust up harder, arching my back up. This position did have the advantage of allowing me to watch my latex-clad cock slide in and out of her hairy cunt, wet with her juices.

Annie had closed her eyes now and thrown her head back, yelling with each of my thrusts, and began to push down to meet them once more making her breasts wobble erotically, as I started to grunt louder too and mutter "Yeah! Yes!" over and over. As I felt muscles inside her vagina clamp even tighter around my dick I let out a huge sigh and thrust up one last time, my second orgasm forcing its way through my balls to explode into the condom, the euphoria spreading right through my body, a kind of haze filled my head so I barely noticed as Annie humped my ejaculating dick until she let out one last cry and slumped forward on top of me, panting.

"Oh, that was good, thanks for that Jack!" she said a few minutes later when we'd both caught our breath, and got off both me and the bed. "Now, I have to do some work for tomorrow, so you'd better go. You know the way back?"

"Er, yes," I replied, slightly taken aback by being chucked out so abruptly. "So, um, five thirty here tomorrow was it?" I asked, pulling off the condom and beginning to tie it off.

"Yes, five thirty," she took the untied rubber from my hands and dropped it with the other she'd picked up off the floor into a small waste paper basket by the door. While I started pulling on what clothes there were in the room and then following the trail out the door into the corridor, she put on a dressing gown and showed me to the door. "See you tomorrow," she said with a smile and kissed me on the lips, then as I was still saying goodbye, she shut the door.

The next day as I wandered around doing the things that normal tourists do, I went over the night before in my head, and the coming evening, naturally getting rather aroused. By the evening though, I had decided that as she seemed to be so openly and honestly after sex and nothing but sex, I should seize the opportunity to learn how to do it well, as she had kind of suggested, so should try something new each time. In practice, however, when I rang her bell at 5.30, free now of most of my nerves, things began pretty much exactly as they had when we'd walked through the door together the first time, although I did have some success in delaying my ejaculation a little bit by attempting to count down from a hundred in my head as we did it, though I still only just got past fifty.

It was in the rest period after this that I showed some initiative. When we both had recovered a little, and had become restless, playing with each other's bodies, I hesitated for a moment and moved my head down to Annie's nearest large, inviting breast. She giggled a little as I extended my tongue and gave her nipples an experimental flick, then clamped my lips to it and began to circle it with my tongue, flicking it again every now and then.

To my delight it soon became hard and erect, so I moved over to the other, which I had been gently massaging with one hand the whole time, moving my other hand up to play with her wet and slippery one I had just been licking. Soon the other one was erect, I assumed that was enough and began to move down, but as usual I was wrong, as Annie grabbed my head and pushed me firmly back into her bosom. I certainly wasn't going to protest, and continued what I had been doing with renewed energy from the knowledge that I was doing it right. I licked and sucked and kissed and squeezed her breasts, loving their texture against my mouth.




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Finally though, she relaxed her grip, and I took this as I sign that I could move down. Keeping my hands where they were I began to kiss in a line down her stomach, sliding awkwardly down the bed until my feet were dangling in the air and my head was between her thick thighs, facing the tangle of pale brown hair. I brought my hands down to stroke her thighs, remembering the only other time I had faced a woman's vagina like this and wanting to do much better than that amateur fumbling. Slowly I kissed inwards from a halfway point on one of her thighs, stopping the moment my lips touched a curly hair and repeating the same on the other leg, determined not to rush things. Then, spreading her legs a little wider with my hands, I hovered, my nose tickled slightly by one of her wetter hairs, looking down through the jungle of her bush to the mysterious folds of skin that was her pussy, inhaling the scent, preparing to do what I had fantasized about for the past ten years or so.

Carefully, keeping in mind the various guides I'd read on giving oral sex, I extended my tongue but tried to keep it relaxed, not wanting to do as before and just copy porn stars. My head bent down through her hairs and my tongue connected with something hot, wet, and fleshy, tasting a little salty maybe, it's hard to describe. I licked very gently at first, then increased the pressure, slipping through her out lips and finding myself touching smoother flesh. I pressed on, moving up, doing my best to find her clitoris with just my tongue. Trying to find out if I was doing things right, I looked up, but all I could see over the forest of hair was the plain of her tummy with the two mountains of her breasts on the horizon. My tongue had reached the top of the slit now and on to a clump of flesh, and a slight tremor accompanied by a sigh told me I'd hit gold.

From then on I concentrated on this area, pressing the flat of my tongue on it and moving my head to drag it over it. I was able to keep this up for much longer than my previous technique with the tip of my tongue, as keeping it relaxed didn't make it ache so, and although the hair tickled my nose and did sometimes get in my mouth it was not nearly as distracting or unpleasant as many people make out. Annie's tremors quickly became actual thrusts, pushing her crotch up into my face and grabbing at my hair with her fingers. Urged on by this, I began lightly sucking as well, my chin getting covered in her juices as it pressed against her slit.

Gaining confidence, I decided to try inserting my middle finger, very slowly, and then with it facing up, doing a kind of "come here" gesture as I had read in several online guides, stroking a mound of flesh inside her that I hoped was her G-spot. Whether it was our not I don't know, but she seemed to like it as her moans became louder, and she didn't protest as I slid in a second finger. She was really arching her body now, having small convulsions, and every now and again yelling out. It still seemed like she was building up to some climax, but I guess not as she reached down, and gently but firmly pulled me up by my jaw to kiss her with my wet mouth, smeared in her juices.

Not saying a word, she gently pushed me off her and slid down just as I had done but with less ceremony, to face my semi-erect cock. Immediately I could feel more blood pumping into it as she pulled back the foreskin and slipped it into her mouth. Looking straight down I couldn't see much, but by bending my neck to the side a little and brushing the hair from one side of her face I could kind of get a sidelong view, which was all I needed. With the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her lips and the amazing sensations she was giving me with her tongue swirling around the head, it was not long before I was rock hard once more. Unfortunately for me though, it seemed that a full blowjob was not what Annie was aiming for, as shortly after she'd achieved this she had sat up and mounted me again, getting me to pass her another condom from under the pillow.

Kicked out again less than half an hour later, I made my way back to the hostel I was staying at, thinking things over. My thoughts continued the next day as I wandered through the Hermitage (this is the huge museum housed in the famous Winter Palace), and by the time I was on her doorstep once more I had resolved to persuade her to let me try the other thing I had failed to manage with the first woman I'd been with. Again, the moment the door was shut we leapt on each other in a frenzy of sexual passion, but halfway down the corridor to the bedroom I pushed her against a door to the side.

"I want to fuck you doggy style," I whispered in her ear, my previous awkwardness about talking so explicitly about what I wanted having evaporated in the heat of the moment and the experiences of the last few days.

"OK," she panted, "but I don't have any condoms in that room, we have to go-"

"I have condoms," I replied, pushing on the door handle and pulling her into the dark room. This was true, I had brought some condoms with me on the first day in the hope that things would go as they had, but as they hadn't been needed they were still there. Annie had flicked the light switch on just in time to stop us colliding into a TV, as it turned out that the room I had chosen was a sitting room.

As we stripped off our remaining clothes (Annie was already down to her underwear, whereas I just had my trousers and boxers to remove), I saw it was also pretty small, with one old, brown couch, a bookshelf behind it, no window, another shelf next to the TV on which there was a small hi-fi system and some CDs. The light wasn't great, but frankly as I knelt on the carpet searching hurriedly through my pockets for a rubber to pull over my erect and throbbing cock, with a sexy blonde Russian girl on all fours waving her gorgeous big butt in front of me, a tuft of light brown hair poking out from under it, we could have been in a filthy public toilet or a luxury hotel suite for all the difference it would have made to me.

"Fuck me please!" she purred glancing enticingly over her shoulder, clearly enjoying talking dirty as I had done. I didn't need any urging however, as I was already behind her, poking a finger in experimentally to check she was nice and wet, and also to locate the right hole amongst her jungle of hair. There was no doubt that she was ready, so keeping my finger in I used my other hand to pull my dick down to the horizontal, and guided it in. I gasped, and for a moment was afraid I would come straight away, it was so tight with her legs held together. Catching myself, I took a couple of deep breaths, then when I was sure I'd stopped myself I brought my knees in from outside hers to the inside, so that she was a bit my spread out.

This eased the pressure quite a bit, so I slowly pulled out as far as I felt I could without being out completely and thrust back in, moving my hands away from the action to grip her hips. I repeated this slowly once more, until I was satisfied that I'd postponed my orgasm for a bit, and began speeding up into a more steady rhythm. Now and then I would risk a glance down at my latex-clad cock sliding in and out of her shining wet hairs between her beautiful big round buttocks, though each time I did this it made me more aroused, so I stopped. I also tried to reach around her to play with her dangling breasts that I could glimpse swaying with our movements, but a combination of her arse being the size that it was, and me not being quite tall enough, meant that to do this I had to bend so far over that I was almost coming out of her, so it wasn't too practical and had to be abandoned.

Despite these slight obstacles to fulfilling my fantasies exactly, it was still an amazing experience, my dick buried deeper in her than it had been before, the front of my thighs pressed had against hers whenever I entered, and my balls hanging freely to occasionally slap into the front of her bush, so that they were soon pretty wet from the moisture trickling down from my shaft.

Annie had also really got into the dirty talk, yelling at me "Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck! I'm a slut! Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" I replied in kind, calling her a slut and a bitch, but not quite so loud as I still felt a little self-conscious about it. Gradually though, the English swearing disappeared as Russian replaced it, and I could make out words that sounded like "yeban", "sukka", "zloebuchi hui", and "yelda", though I have no idea what they mean. It sounded like she was nearing orgasm, as her cries became more gasped and indistinct, and she was thrusting back into me as hard as I was thrusting into her.

It may have been a genuine orgasm, or maybe her arms were just tired, but with a loud moan, her front half sank down, so that once she had settled she was resting her head on one folded arm. The other arm I could feel was down by the entrance to her vagina, as I could feel a finger tip on my shaft now and then, and my balls were now slapping against her hand. I continued to fuck her for quite a few minutes, and I began to worry that maybe I had forced my orgasm too far back, as now I was straining to reach ejaculation but nothing was happening.

I began to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy the whole time, and varied my speed, slowly dragging myself out of her, then fucking her in a fast frenzy for a full minute, sweat dripping off my back so much it was starting to itch. When Annie started to yell again though, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt contracting around my thrusting head, things started to move again to my relief. The heat started to build in my cock and my routine grunts and gasps became louder and more desperate, there was a familiar clenching at the base of my shaft and then I couldn't help myself yelling in triumph as I climaxed in an immensely powerful orgasm, ejaculating again and again.

After a short pause inside her, I resumed fucking her while my ejaculations continued, and then after, for once enjoying the hypersensitivity of my dick after cumming, until I realised that I was softening up and had to pull out. Annie collapsed sideways, panting, her flushed face looking at me with a smile through half-closed eyes as I peeled off the condom and tied it, being careful not to spill any of its contents on her carpet, and then sat back on my heels, caressing as much of her legs as I could reach. Finally she sat up and kissed me briefly on the lips.

"That was fantastic Jack," she said, taking the used condom from me and standing up. "I really needed that after today, it was pretty stressful... It's made me hungry though, would you like a sandwich?"

"Um, yes please," I replied, unable to get used to her ability to change tack so swiftly. I got up and made to pick up my underpants.

"Oh, don't bother with them, you can get dressed later," she said and went out the door. Feeling a little odd, walking around a strange flat naked, even if it was the third consecutive day I'd been having sex with its occupant, I followed. She ducked into her bedroom to drop the condom in the bin, then showed me to the kitchen, which unsurprisingly was as small as the rest of the flat, with a small wooden table by the window and a couple of chairs. She made us both sandwiches, talking about the day she'd had, having to deal with unruly children and a stupid colleague, appearing completely unconcerned by the fact that she was eating stark naked. I on the other hand was starting to feel a little cold, which she must have noticed, as when she took my empty plate she suggested we go to bed and warm up for a while.

This we did, huddling together under the covers and warming each other up, running our hands over our cold skin. It didn't take long for this caressing to become sexual, and as I felt myself becoming aroused I worried that as I'd had problems with my first orgasm, maybe I wouldn't even be able to reach the second one if she was on top. As I started licking her nipples though, I was hit by an idea that I thought might just kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

This time, as I sucked and massaged her breasts, I moved my body slightly sideways, curling my legs up under me. When she eventually allowed me to move my mouth down her body, I was able to extend my legs again, but this time in the direction of her head, so that when I was kissing her thighs and facing her crotch, my semi-erect cock was level with her head, although being a polite young man I didn't thrust it in her mouth but held it a foot or more away. She took the hint though, her hands closing around my shaft and pulling back my foreskin.

I concentrated on her pussy, flattening her hairs, getting a good look at the slimy folds of skin before extending my tongue to taste them. I felt more confidant this time, taking my time, but soon placing my mouth over her clitoris and lapping at it with the flat of my tongue with my nose buried between her vaginal lips, resting my head on her nearest thigh and wrapping my hands around her buttocks partly to pull her towards me at the right angle, and partly because I liked to feel them. Meanwhile Annie had begun licking my now fully extended dick, also holding my buttocks for leverage, and our sixty-nine was under way in earnest, although it was with both of us lying sideways, one leg held up with the other serving as a cushion for the other person, rather than one of us on top of the other.

It was actually a bit more awkward than I had expected, as she was not at quite the right angle, so I had to strain a little, but apart from that it was the best experience of the whole week. I merely repeated my technique from the day before but upside down, which made it harder to get my fingers in at the right angle, though I still managed.

Annie, however, had only given me a taster of what she could do the day before, and was now showing me all her cock sucking skills, licking and sucking, bringing me to the brink of orgasm surprisingly quickly considering how recently we'd just had sex and the trouble I'd had, and then keeping me there. Whenever I had to take a break to breath (which was rather difficult with a noseful of cunt) I would risk a glance down and almost cum at the sight of her chin, just visible over her breast, and my dick half in her mouth above it. Involuntarily I would give a little thrust, and then feel guilty as I didn't want to choke her, but then she was thrusting away like mad against my face, and it wasn't like I was trying to force my way down her throat, so I soon gave into it. I began licking harder and faster to her thrusts, hoping that her hard breathing was a sign she was near a climax, as I didn't think I could hold off mine much longer.

In fact I couldn't, as a sudden increase in her sucking brought the heat raging up through my cock, and I could no longer control my thrusting, or concentrate on her pussy. Instead I moaned into it as I felt myself explode in her mouth, which continued moving around it, sucking every last drop. Regaining myself, I returned to eating her pussy, tingling as she continued to lick at my dick, even as it became limp. She allowed me to continue for a few minutes, her hips shaking a little at one point, which was accompanied by some moans, although this may have just been for my benefit, then she sat up and pulled me to her. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, making me taste the cum on her tongue even as she tasted her juices on mine. Then, as before, she abruptly changed her mood, and politely but firmly kicked me out of the house, although this time with the promise of a proper night out the following evening.

This "date" was actually a bit of a problem for me, for as a backpacker I didn't really have any neat clothes, but as it was Russia I was able to find some pretty cheap, and decided that would do. I was meeting her at 6.30 in the middle of a metro station before we went to a restaurant she knew, although I would be paying for everything, naturally. At first I thought she was late, as I couldn't spot her in the crowd exiting from the train, until she was barely less than two metres from me and I realised I hadn't recognised her.

The three previous days she had been dressed in very plain, casual clothes, with her hair either loose or tied in a simple ponytail and little or no make-up, but that night she looked very different. She had styled her hair in a complicated bun; she was wearing huge hoop earrings, heavy, possibly a little too heavy, make-up, a white jacket, high-heeled white knee-length boots, and a figure-hugging, low-cut light blue dress that barely came halfway down her thighs. In short, she looked absolutely gorgeous, and not a little slutty!

"Wow!" I said, lost for words.

"Thanks," she replied, smiling. She offered her arm. "Shall we go?"

"Oh, er, yeah, lead the way!" I took her arm and was steered out of the station and along the busy Nevsky Prospekt, the main shopping street. A little way along we turned into a side street, and then another, until after fifteen minutes we come to a restaurant. To my relief, it doesn't look too expensive, as I was on a pretty tight budget.

Inside it was warm and cosy, we were seated at a table in a corner, lit by a candle, and when the food and wine arrived it was very good. We talked quite easily together, Annie about her day at work, and I about how much I liked St. Petersburg (quite apart from the fun I'd had with her), and throughout I think I did very well in resisting the urge to stare continuously at her cleavage or wonder whether I couldn't see the line of her bra or she really wasn't wearing one. Towards the end of the meal while we waited for the bill, she went to the toilet, and as she walked away from the table I observed the shape of her body held in by the dress, her bare back, her leg muscles taught from walking in heels, and there was a slight jolt in my crotch as I noticed the unmistakable outline of a g-string through her dress.

"Now I think I shall show you some real Russian nightlife," Annie said as we left the restaurant, and lead me on another walk to a club where we had to queue to get in, despite it still being quite early in the evening. I don't normally like clubs that much, but with Annie I actually really enjoyed it, particularly once we'd had a few more drinks and she started dancing closer and closer to me.

Our dancing gradually had less to do with the music and more to do with our desire for each other, so to avoid colliding with others we withdrew to a corner. Annie was still pressing her body up against mine; turning around to rub her arse against my dick straining inside my pants, then back again to kiss me. I let my hands wander ever more freely over her body, making the passes over her buttocks and breasts gradually less discreet. Even hidden in our corner, our antics began to draw glances; so sometime near 11 Annie suggested we leave.

"Are we going home already?" I asked, a little drunkenly, not sure whether I should be disappointed or not, considering what we would do once we got back.

"No," she replied, steering me firmly down the street. "We're going to at least one other bar. But first we need to make sure things aren't over too quickly when we do get back."

She had led us into another side street, but this was more of an alley, and at these last words pushed me hard against the wall, kissing me. I kissed back, hugging her soft body against mine, but she didn't stay long, pulling away and to my amazement sinking down to crouch at my feet and began undoing my flies. As what she was doing dawned on me, I reached down to stop her - we might be in an unlit alley half hidden by rubbish bins, but the street nearby was quite busy, and anyone who looked down the alley would see us. Quite apart from the embarrassment I didn't know what the law on public indecency was, but I'd heard plenty of unpleasant stories about the Russian police.




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My protests were silenced though as Annie firmly brushed aside my hands, pulled out my rigid dick and stuck it in her mouth. Even in the semi-darkness we were in, I could see how sexy she looked sucking my cock so vigorously, her large earrings swinging and her painted lips taking me in msearing lipstick along my shaft. I gave in immediately, simply watching her at first, and then placing my hands on her head to pull her gently on to me as I pushed my hips forward, carefully as I didn't want to force anything, but I couldn't help moving a little.

It was clear that she didn't want to drag this out for a long and wonderful blowjob, but was just trying to make me cum as fast as possible so I would last longer later. Less then five minutes was all it took for her to achieve this, I closed my eyes gasping and leaned back against the wall as I emptied my balls down her throat. She swallowed everything with expert ease, then stood up again, leaving me to do up my flies while she scooped a couple of drops of spunk from her chin with her finger and popped them back in her mouth.

As if we had done nothing more unusual than go to an ATM, she took us back to the street and on to a bar. This one was a little quieter than the club, but we still danced for a bit, now that I was able to control myself a bit better. We had one more drink, although we were both a little bit drunk already, and retired to a table against the wall to drink them. The dancing had already started to awaken me, and as we sat down in the slightly chilly bar, my earlier question as to how much underwear was answered, as her nipples we unmistakably erect and covered only by the material of the dress, which immediately started to arouse me.

Our legs were hidden from other punters by the table, so inspired by Annie's backstreet blowjob I surreptiously placed my hand on her bare leg and very slowly moved up, squeezing rhythmically, until I was right under the hem of her dress and could feel her lacy knickers against my finger. All the time Annie didn't protest or let on, although I noticed her breathing was getting a bit faster and she was clenching and unclenching her legs.

Checking again that no one could see I ran my forefinger over the front of her thong, my other fingers brushing the few hairs that weren't covered by it, the rest forming a cushion under the material, until I reached a moist patch where her pussy had been leaking juices all evening. I rubbed this for a while, then slipped my hand under the lace at the side into her hairs and her hot wet cunt. When I started fingering her here she let out a loud moan that she covered up by finishing her drink and choking a little, drawing looks. Blushing, she pulled my hand away and gave me a significant look. I finished my drink and we left, having to simultaneously resist the urge to run and the urge to burst into fits of giggles.

We got a taxi back to her flat, which seemed to take an agonizingly long time, but finally we staggered in through her door and could abandon all pretence of decency. My coat and her jacket had soon been thrown aside, but we were both a bit drunk, and Annie overbalanced and instead of continuing down the hall I was pushed into the kitchen, holding on to her to stop her falling down, and crashing into the table. We leaned against this, and I undid the strap to her dress, allowing her breasts to spill out into my hands and I began sucking them sloppily, while she clamped my head to them.

Overcome with lust, I pushed out of her grip and spun her around, pushing her down over the table which thanks to her heels was exactly the right height, her breasts pressed to the wood, pushing her skirt up a few inches to bare her arse, pulling her g-string out from her buttocks and down to her knees.

She was yelling at me to fuck her again, her Russian accent stronger thanks to the alcohol, and I quickly dropped my trousers and pants, remembering just in time to get another condom from the pocket. Precious seconds wasted to get it on properly, I didn't bother with my fingers this time, gripped Annie by the waist with one hand and pushed my cock in her pussy with the other, and began fucking her as hard as I could, the table banging against the wall. Helped by the alcohol, her earlier blowjob had done the trick, and I was able to slam my dick in her cunt for what seemed like ages without even the hint of approaching orgasm.

As her cries reached a crescendo and then faded again, I slowed my thrusting a little, and felt her struggling to turn around. Hoping she didn't want to stop completely, I pulled out to allow her to do so, but my fears were unfounded as she simply wanted to lie on her back and pull her legs up and out, pulling her knickers off one leg at least to hang from the other boot, both of which hung either side of us like bizarre wings as I re-entered her.

This new position did give me a fantastic view of my cock disappearing into her vagina and of her huge breasts wobbling like jellies with each thrust, but it came at the price of her tunnel being less tight. Luckily she compensated for this with contractions inside, so it was not so long before I came too, thrusting deep inside her so my cum would be squeezed out of my dick into the condom by her pussy. Finally, with both of us panting breathlessly, I pulled out and she was able to relax her legs, letting them dangle from the table just above the floor. She didn't move until I made to throw the condom in the kitchen bin, which she stopped me from doing without a word, taking it from me and walking to her room.

Kicking off my trousers that we still around my ankles, I followed her, glancing into the bin as I passed it to see that she had thrown the condom on top of the other five, and the was a faint whiff of leaked semen coming from it, though I didn't dare ask what she was keeping them for, maybe she just wanted to see how many she could get in a week. Noticing that Annie was almost naked, I began stripping off my remaining clothes and we got into bed.

I was pretty tired now after the dancing, the alcohol and the sex, but before long Annie began to get restless from just a simple hug and a kiss, and began the usual foreplay, trying to get me aroused again. Though I was sceptical as to that happening I decided to play along anyway, and if nothing happened down there I could always resort to oral again. To my amazement though, I did start to stir, barely half an hour since I'd cum, and although it took a while to get fully hard, she managed it.

From there I decided to take over a little, as I didn't think I would be able to stay hard with her on top, so I pulled on a condom and manoeuvred us around so I was on top. At first we just went at a steady rhythm, my cock aching a little from having been erect so often in a night, but then I decided to speed up as there was no danger of cumming earlier and we got very noisy, the bed banging against the wall, me grunting, and Annie screaming out as usual. Presumably all the other times the neighbours had been out, but this time they were definitely in as after twenty minutes or so of making a racket, slowing down again, and then speeding up again we heard banging on the walls and shouting in Russian. We ignored it though, and luckily I finished quite soon after that.

Finally, we fell asleep. Sometime in the early hours, judging by the light outside, I woke and crept out of bed to the toilet. Returning, I found Annie facing the wall with her back to me. I got back into bed, hoping to go straight back to sleep, lying on my side facing her back with my arm around her as that was the most comfortable way to lie. To my surprise though, rather than go to sleep part of my body woke up, finding itself pressed against a pair of juicy buttocks, and started to get hard. Annie must have woken around then too, as she began pushing back against my shaft, helping it to stiffen, and within minutes we were fucking again, lying sideways on the bed in the same position, which made her very tight, going very slowly and quietly towards an early morning orgasm, before both drifting of to sleep again.

I didn't wake up again until quite a few hours later. At first I thought I was having a nice dream, and kept my eyes closed, but as my brain began to wake up I realised the warm wet sensation on my dick was not imaginary. Still, I kept my eyes closed, reacting very gently but pretending to be asleep for as long as possible. When Annie stopped sucking and pulled a condom on though, I stopped pretending so I could fully enjoy our final fuck together. It lasted a long time, both because we were going at a slow, hungover pace, and because having cum four times already in the past 24 hours, it was inevitably going to take a while to happen again.

Eventually it did though, and pretty much signalled the end of our short relationship. Sure, we took a shower together afterwards, went to breakfast together, and when she kissed me goodbye she promised to email and meet me if ever she was in the UK, but I never got another email from her. I didn't mind though, I had no real romantic feelings towards her even though she was the first woman I had really slept with, and she had greatly increased my confidence for future encounters. In any case, thanks to the Internet, I was to have no shortage of interesting people to meet in the coming months. 



Webmeets Diary Ch. 06



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I've done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters.

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First I would like to apologise for the length of time it's taken me to write this story up. If you have read the other chapters of this diary, you will know that I went traveling after I finished university, intending to meet up with people from adult personal sites along the way. But although I kept a diary of the trip when I got back last May, I only had time to write up the first encounter before other events in my life took precedent (such as finding a job, moving out, working, and exploring my new found sexual confidence found on my travels). I can't promise to write up the other encounters and ones I've had since returning at any great speed, but I will at least try to post reports of the rest of my trip by the end of the year.

So, after St. Petersburg I went all the way through Russia and Mongolia without meeting anyone else from the internet. Of course, I met plenty of other travellers and locals many of whom were very attractive, but for various reasons I didn't end up sleeping with any of them.

By the time I reached Beijing though I was itching for some action, particularly as I was now surrounded by Asian girls, and for some reason, probably just because I grew up in a very white area so they still looked exotic to me, ever since I was a teenager I'd found Asian girls more attractive than any others. Luckily in a city only a few hours by train away lived another of my adult dating site contacts, so during my week in the capital I arranged to meet them on my way south.

This was a married couple I'd exchanged quite a few messages with on the dating site and chatted to on MSN a few times. I was eager to meet them from the start for two reasons. First, the guy was bisexual and after other meeting with a couple with a bi guy (see Chapter 3 of this series) I longed for more experiences like that. Second, the woman was Chinese so I would be able to realise at least a few of the thousands of fantasies I had involving Asian women. And third, they were within ten years of my own age: the guy, Patrick from Canada, being 32 and the woman, Ai Ling, being 29, both pretty good looking, so it didn't seem to be some lecherous old white guy forcing his Asian wife to do things against her will.

Once we began chatting (mostly with Patrick although he asured me Ai Ling was reading too sometimes) I discovered a whole host of other reasons. We had swapped photos of us in action so I knew they liked to take them, and when I mentioned it he told me they also had a video camera they could use if I liked (I said I certainly did!). In our conversations we had talked about our fantasies so it seemed we had alot in common, and although they had managed to realise a few of theirs with other people they'd met they didn't seem to mind the idea of repeating them with me. Gradually their initial suggestion that we meet up for one night became an invitation to stay with them for an entire weekend, during which we planned to go through a kind of checklist of different positions and combinations of two men and a woman that we had come up with online.

As soon as I let them know I was in China we finalised the details and I got my train tickets. Trains in China are pretty good and generally on time so they agreed to meet me at the station. It was not hard to find them as the city was not a major tourist destination except for Chinese tourists, so Patrick stood out as the only other person of European origin there with his thin, ginger hair, blue eyes and his height. He was a little taller than me, which although in England is about average in China it's tall. Ai Ling stood next to him, a little shorter, her shoulder-length, wavy hair dyed a kind of reddish brown framing her pretty face, which was a shape one of my Chinese friends has described as a "moon face" - quite wide with high cheekbones. Both were dressed in suits as they'd just come from work.

"Hi," I said when I reached them and shook hands. There was no need for introductions after the photos we'd seen of each other. "We meet at last."

"Hi," they answered smiling, things already starting out much less awkward than my previous meetings - my experience starting to bear fruit. "How was the journey?"

"Good thanks. Did you both have good days at work?"

"Yes thanks. Would you like to drop your bag at our place?" Patrick suggested indicating my huge backpack, which as I was not returning to Beijing I had had to bring with me. "Then we could go and eat if you like?"

"Sounds like a good idea."

I followed them on a ten minute walk, though it seemed a bit longer thanks to the weight of my bag, and then into an apartment block. From the brief glimpse I got of their apartment while dumping my bag it seemed quite nice, not huge but about the proportions of an average well-off Western home, certainly bigger than Annie's place in Russia and probably several times the size enjoyed by most Chinese people.

We didn't linger long there however, and went straight to a nice little restaurant that they knew. In China generally the more people you eat with the better the meal as everyone tucks into everything on the table, but having someone who speaks Chinese also helps as then you actually know what you're ordering. Patrick and Ai Ling were obviously regulars from the way they were greeted so knew what to get, and the food was great.

As we ate we chatted quite easily together - I told them of my travels so far, and they related what it was like to live in China. Then the conversation turned to sexual experience, and it felt a little odd discussing this in public even though none of the other people there spoke English. I gave a short account of my previous experience with a couple and they told me about the last guy they'd met with, a few months before, who was more their age. As this began to arouse me I found my self looking at Ai Ling more and more, but tried to hide it as I wasn't sure if this would be considered rude even if we would be fucking later.

"Well if Jack's going to shave before we start having fun, we'd better get going hadn't we?" Patrick said eventually, refering to a conversation we'd had online about oral sex and how much more pleasant it is when people are shaved down there. We paid and left, going straight back to their apartment where I got the shaving foam and new razor I had bought for the occasion, and retired to the bathroom. It took me about half an hour to shave off all my pubic hair, which had grown back completely since the last time I had done this many months before, as I had warned Patrick it would on the internet. Even when it isn't so thick shaving your genitals is not a job it is wise to rush, so I took my time and eventually was smooth from front to back. I washed off the excess foam, dried myself on a towel they'd given me, got dressed, cleaned up my hairs and was done.

On coming out of the bathroom I realised I needn't have bothered getting dressed. In the middle of the sitting room was a video camera on a tripod facing the couch on which Patrick and Ai Ling were sat totally naked kissing and stroking each other. I approached slowly, taking the opportunity to admire their bodies: both were pretty fit looking, Patrick's muscles well defined without being particularly large; Ai Ling's body was also fairly toned beneath her slightly tanned skin, not stick thin like many Chinese women, and her breasts were also a little larger than I'd generally noticed despite only being maybe C cups.

"I suppose I should get undressed again," I said to announce my presence, making them both jump, then laugh.

"We were just warming up while we waited," Patrick explained getting up and detaching the camera from its stand.

"But you should get undressed, yes," Ai Ling added also getting up. "I will help you."

While I hastily removed my jumper and t-shirt I could feel Ai Ling's fingers undoing my flies and within seconds I was standing naked like them, my clothes disgarded in a corner. Patrick filmed as his wife ran her fingers over my body, lingering on my now bald and already twitching genitals, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, just flicking them with her tongue, and then sank to her knees before me.

"We thought that after so long a journey since St. Petersburg," Pat explained, handing me the camera to continue filming from my view point, "you might not last too long if we went straight to fucking, so you might need a bit of a release first. Plus we've both been looking forward to sucking that cock of yours since you sent us the photo so many months ago!"

Already Ai Ling was using her hands to play with my smooth balls, and as I arranged the camera so that it would record from a decent angle without me having to watch everything through the tiny viewing screen her husband knelt beside her, his face contrasting quite nicely with her pretty, Asian, feminine features, and peeled back my foreskin. So much attention could not fail to excite me and by the time soft female lips were kissing my balls I was fully erect. They continued to tease me for a couple of minutes, taking it in turns to kiss and lick the shaft or the skin below but ignoring the engorged head completely, until Ai Ling took pity and extending her tongue, giving the tip a lick. I gasped and she smiled before moving her tongue to the rest of it and then taking me inside her mouth.

It was ecstacy. Both gave excellent head and took it in turns, taking a break every time they swapped so that I wouldn't cum too soon. Frequently they also stopped to kiss each other, and that was as big a turn on as seeing either of them take my cock in their mouths. As a joke they began kissing through my cock, starting at the base, moving on either side and working their way up, thrashing their tongues around as if it was a barrier they were striving to get around.

I say as a joke but when they reached the head it was actually this that brought me over the edge - the touch of lips on each side, two tongues swirling over it, and the sight of my cock jammed between the lips of a beautiful Chinese woman and her Caucasian lover - it was even better than my wildest fantasies. So I ejaculated, taking them by surprise since they were kissing, the first couple of loads landing on their cheeks which were pressed together. Ai Ling was the first to react to my loud moan, locking her mouth to my spurting dick and sucking wildly, intensifying my orgasm so much I almost dropped the camera.

Patrick took over as it was fading away, drawing a few last shudders from me and the last of my cum, then he turned to his wife and they began kissing with some thorough tongue work. Well they'd told me they liked "cum play" so I wasn't surprised, but filmed the sexy sight of a spunked on couple snogging away and licking each other's faces clean. Then it turned even sexier, like something from the weirder bukkake porn I'd seen (where it was called "snowballing") but a bisexual version, as Ai Ling clamped her husbands mouth open and, holding her head a little above, possibly for the camera to get a better view, dribbled her mouthful of sperm into it. Patrick then returned the favour, and they did this several times until Patrick asked me if I wanted some.

Although rather dubious of tasting my own cum, since I was being given a weekend of unlimitted sex for free I agreed and got down with them, passing the camera to Patrick since Ai Ling had her mouth full. She took my head in her hands and I opened my mouth looking up to see her cute moon face spitting a mouthful of sperm into my mouth, the rest of my view blurred since it fell outside the lenses of my glasses.

I'd tasted other's sperm before, even a little of my own when I was still a stranger to giving blowjobs and wondered what it was like, but not as much as this. Diluted with two people's saliva it now really was a mouthful and more liquid than usual, but still warm at least and tasted OK as sperm goes. I passed it back to Ai Ling and it went back and forth between us until Patrick wanted it, then I did the same ritual with him. Finally, he passed it back to his wife and she swallowed it, along with all our saliva that had passed along with it. It sounds kind of disgusting perhaps, but at the time it seemed very sexy indeed.

"Thanks guys," I said with a sigh. "I can see I'm going to have a great weekend. I really needed that." I was still holding the camera so I focused it on Patrick's crotch. "I think it's Patrick's turn now though"

Sure enough Patrick had a throbbing erection, his dick also shaved though with a bit of stubble coming through above it, and was a decent size, about the same as mine we discovered later, maybe slightly smaller, but at the time I was eager to get my lips around it. Patrick seemed to be eager too for he stood up and took the camera from me, standing in front of me while I knelt up and began playing with it. It had been a good few months since my last cock, and this one was a beauty, so I didn't want to rush things. While I began playfully nibbling his ballsack with my lips, I felt Ai Ling's warm body move up next to me.

Together we began to lick his shaft just as I had experienced a few minutes before, until a little drop of precum leaked out the end. His wife lapped it up, then pulled back to let me have the first go. Eagerly I opened my mouth and took his head inside, touching it only lightly with my tongue at first, then suddenly sucking hard and fast. I did everything I normally did: swirling my tongue around the head, trying to deep throat him, and then passed it over to his wife. Pretending to be catching my breath I took a moment to watch up close as she gave him a blowjob, then ducked under her to lick his balls.

Sharing a cock is a bit more complicated than it seems as it gets quite crowded down there. More than once my glasses were knocked a little sidewise or steamed up, and several times if I was underneath I would be the target for streams of saliva dangling from Ai Ling's chin or running down Patrick's shaft. It was great fun though and I became emboldened, playing with Ai Ling's nipples, already erect, and when she didn't stop me, gently cupping and squeezing her breasts, which felt a little firmer than Annie's had.

All this was very arousing, so soon my body began to react. Ai Ling was the first to notice, bringing it to my attention by slipping her hand between my legs while I had my mouth full, and beginning to slowly jerk me off with my foreskin. By the time it was her turn to suck Pat's cock again, I was fully erect, though despite her continued massaging nowhere near a second orgasm yet. She drew me closer to it though, for once I had taken over licking her husband's dick rather than sucking his balls as before, she bent down further to suck on my cock.

Unfortunately, or so I thought at the time anyway, Patrick was near orgasm, which he announced loudly, pulling his cock from my mouth and grabbing it with his free hand, wanking furiously and telling me to get ready. Hearing this his wife came up to help in time to see him begin ejaculating into my open mouth. She pressed her cheek to mine, mouth open, and Patrick did his best to distribute his load on to both our tongues though a little missed its target, raining down on our faces, a few drops splattering my glasses. As the stream eased off he allowed me to suck the last few drops out, though taking care to keep it all in my mouth for I knew what was next. When he began to go limp I let him go and turned to Ai Ling who was waiting expectantly. We began kissing, slowly but passionately, our tongues pushing the salty-sweet cum back and forth between our mouths before we broke apart for a reprise of the earlier snowballing.

Once we'd had enough of swapping jism, Ai Ling again swallowed it, and I asked for a drink of water, as the aftertaste of cum, while quite erotic, was getting to me a bit, plus I was thirsty anyway. We all had a drink, then Ai Ling sat on the couch, looking at me expectantly.

I raised me eyebrows not entirely sure if she wanted what I thought, then decided not to ask verbally but rather to act, so I set my glass down and went over to her. Holding my body off hers I bent my head to kiss her, which she returned. As she didn't stop me I moved my mouth down on to her nipples, which were still erect. I began sucking and licking them, squeezing whichever breast I wasn't attending to with my hand and fingering the wet nipple, giving it all the attention I could, much as I had done with Annie in Russia, though Ai Ling's breasts were smaller and firmer. Ai Ling did not seem to be such a fan of having her breasts sucked as Annie though, for despite a few sighs and murmurs of encouragement Patrick had only come over to film for a minute before she began to push down on my head. Loving to eat pussy as I do, I did not resist.

Kissing down over her flat stomach I slid down to kneel between her spread legs to receive a wonderful view of her smooth, hairless, shaved pussy. Already I could see that the edges were wet, and as I watched I saw muscles contract slightly and more juice oozed out, but since my erection had already almost completely disappeared, I took my time, kissing her thighs and stroking them, teasing her as she and her husband had teased me, until she was straining her hips out to reach me. Deciding not to milk it any longer, at least this first time, I moved in.

At first, since I was being filmed, I used the technique of porn actors: extending and stiffening my tongue, I licked around the edge of her vulva with the very tip, making only very light contact with the area around her clitoris, which was easy to find with no hair in the way, and then back down again, circling a few times, teasing her even more before focusing the touch on her clit and the area around it. I kept my contact light as a feather, withdrawing every time she bucked her hips, and looking up to see with satisfaction that she was biting her lower lip with her eyes closed.

Feeling my tongue begin to ache, I relaxed it completely, and moved my mouth closer, changing to a technique I knew worked much better even if the details were hidden from the camera. I used the flat of my tongue to lap at her clit, which I could feel was nice and swollen, slowly at first, enjoying the abillity to lick her bare skin rather than a mass of hairs, despite my liking for a tasty hirsute cunt, but soon, in response to her bucking, a little faster, and she moaned, a long sexy moan. From then on it was all I could do to keep my mouth in place as she ground her crotch into my face, helped by her hands on my head, moaning and then crying out in pleasure.

Her thrusts subsided after a few minutes, so I decided to give her clitoris a rest and indulge my curiosity as to what she tasted like, as the subtle scent coming from her hole was so tempting. I thrust my tongue inside, just licking the edge to start with and then trying to stick it in further and further as she seemed to enjoy it. Sensing she was going to buck again, I moved my mouth back up to where it had been, but carefully inserted first my middle and then my ring finger, not so much thrusting in and out but doing a kind of beckoning motion as I had done with Annie, a technique that proved just as popular on this new woman.

While I was busy licking his wife's clitoris between the two fingers not jammed inside her cunt, Patrick had decided that a couple of minute of up close filming was enough and had replaced the camera on it's tripod. Now he climbed on to the sofa next to us, and after five minutes of helping me out by sucking her tits, he stood up, leaning against the back rest, and fed his semi-erect cock into her mouth. For another few minutes I continued to eat Ai Ling's pussy while she sucked her husband's cock, moaning into it whilst thrusting up towards me, until he was hard again. She pulled him out of her mouth and said, looking up at him with loving, lustful eyes: "I want it now."




Webmeets Diary Ch. 06



"OK," he said, as she pushed me gently away. "Maybe we should shift around a little though."

Realising what was going on, I stood up to allow them both to change positions. Ai Ling swung herself around, lying fully on the sofa but propped up by cushions and the arm of the couch, while Patrick knelt between her legs, getting ready to penetrate her. I stood back to watch by the camera as he bent down over her and let her guide his dick inside her. Although disappointed that I was no longer involved, I still enjoyed watching them fuck, the white guy thrusting into her, while the sexy Asian woman moaned in pleasure, all the action clearly visible to be filmed thanks to their bodies being held apart and the lack of pubic hair, I felt like I was inside one of my porno movies, which I guess I was really. I watched attentatively, not only because it was so sexy, but because I wanted to know what Ai Ling liked, iwith the expectation that soon I would be in his place.

My passive role didn't last long, as Ai Lng called out that she wanted to suck dick too. I moved closer to her head, which was now at waist height, and she reached eagerly for my dick, which after her early attentions, the eating of her pussy and the current show was semi-hard anyway, and brought it straight to her mouth without ceremony. She sucked at it hard and energetically, helping with both hands on the base and balls if she could spare them, but with at least one when the other was needed to squeeze her own nipples or stroke her husbands chest heaving above her.

By now any vestiges of sexual timidity in me had vanished, so I stood completely relaxed, enjoying her tongue on my dick and watching Patrick's thrusting into her cunt. I leant forward a little, impeded by the furniture, to play with Ai Ling's pert breasts, preventing them from shaking from her husband's thrusts but loving the feel of them in my hands. This brought me closer to Patrick, and as he began to near an orgasm, he reached up to support himself with one arm on my shoulder, and brought my head down for a kiss. It was more of a tongue battle than a kiss, since he was not very still, but it was into my mouth that he let out his final moan as he ejaculated, pumping his semen into his Chinese wife.

While Ai Ling continued to suck my cock, Patrick withdrew from her, his dick glistening with her juices and a strand of sperm dangling from the tip. He sat back for a minute catching his breath and watching as his wife devoted all her attention to me. So much so that I stopped watching him, though I had a faint impression of him getting up and moving about behind me, and then I sensed him standing next to me.

"You might want this now," he said, holding out a condom, the camera in his other hand.

"Thanks," I said, taking it and realising that I was unlikely to get any harder, so now was probably the time to put it on. I ripped open the packet and took out the rubber, then gently pulled myself out of the hot wet mouth to slip it on. Not wanting to waste time in which I might soften, I moved around to where Patrick had been, and since Ai Ling was already evidently more than sufficiently lubricated by herself and her husband, I plunged straight in.

Looking back, the condom was probably pretty pointless as a precaution against STDs, since over the course of the weekend we all came into contact with each other's bodily fluids plenty of times through oral sex and other play. Even with penetration, I could hear and feel Patrick's cum squelching out of her pussy and spreading itself over the uncovered base of my shaft and the balls below. However, at the time it just seemed natural for me to use one since they asked me to, as well as from habit, and I was actually glad of it. Despite the earlier blowjob taking the pressure off, the excessive lubrication and her pussy having been clearly well used over her almost 30 years, the whole situation would have been so arousing I would probably have cum within a couple of minutes without the latex to reduce the sensations.

To begin with I held myself up above her as I thrusted so both I and Patrick's camera could get a good view of my dick thrusting in to her bald vagina, but soon my arms began to ache in this unusual position, and anyway, there was only so long I could resist the sight of her pert breasts wobbling so invitingly below me. I buried my face in them, sucking greedily at those hard nipples while the rest of my body pressed against hers, apart from my hips which continued to thrust. With her mouth free of my cock she now began crying out, sometimes intelligible, English encouragement, sometimes Chinese that I naturally couldn't understand, and sometimes completely unintelligible cries of pleasure.

She wrapped her legs tight around the backs of my legs, thrusting up to meet me, and I could feel muscles inside her cunt tightening around my cock, contracting then relaxing, only to contract again. For several minutes she held me so tight to her bossom I had difficulty breathing, my mouth clamped so hard to her breasts, making them slippery with saliva. Then she reached down and forced her hand between our sweaty stomachs, until I could feel her finger tips rubbing against the base of my shaft, so I knew she must be attending to her clitoris. I raised myself up a little on my elbows to watch her face, her eyes closed and her head hanging back over the arm of the couch. When I remembered through the growing haze of approaching orgasm, I held and squeezed her tits, wet and slimy from my mouth, flicking my thumb over the erect nipples, then once I had caught my breath I dove down again.

This continued for what seemed like hours, although when I watched the video back I discovered it was really only just over ten minutes, and I was amazed that I had not yet reached a climax. When that climax finally did come though, it was intense. As it arrived, I arched my back, pushing as deep as I could inside her, my last few thrusts hard and violent, accompanied by my own involuntary yells and gasps of satisfaction. I could feel the condom filling with my cum, and after a brief rest I managed to resume my thrusts despite my cock head now being hypersensitive, so that Ai Ling could get a last few seconds of pleasure from it, then withdrew before I had softened too much. We both sat panting, my cock slowly drooping, the semen filled condom tip slipping forwards, while I watched Ai Ling's heaving chest and the glistening sheen of the skin around her crotch that surrounded her still slilghtly open hole.

"That was FUN!" Ai Ling exclaimed after a while, and we all laughed. Patrick turned the camera off and passed us a box of tissues so we could clean up a bit and dispose of the laden condom without dripping sperm everywhere.

"What's the time?" I asked, not wearing a watch.

"Just gone eleven," Pat replied after glancing it his. "Which I think is time for a beer. You want one?"

All of us still naked, we sat drinking cold drinks, feeling the sweat dry off our bodies and talking about what the weekend might hold. I thought maybe we were heading towards going to bed, to which I would not have objected after my exertions and the journey earlier, but I was mistaken.

"How would you like to see some of our other home movies, Jack?" Ai Ling asked me as the conversation slowed a little.

"I'd love to," I replied, not wanting to miss such an opportunity for REAL amateur porn.

"That's not a bad idea," Patrick added, getting up and moving to the TV. "It might give us some ideas and remind us what we've yet to try."

Watching their home videos became our standard time-killing activity, for those periods when our minds were still aroused but our bodies needed some recharging, and they had more than enough. They must have met up with at least a dozen people, mostly single guys although they had done some full swinging it turned out, and even managed to find a willing American girl, only slightly older than me by the look of her. Although some were obviously just there for a single evening, most seemed to stay the weekend like me judging by the variety of videos each appeared in, and some must have come more than once. They certainly liked filming themselves, and I think nearly all the times we had sex over that weekend was filmed, although I won't be mentioning all the camera movements for the rest of this report. This is meant to be an erotic story afterall, albeit a true one, and not camera directions for an exact re-enactment.

Gradually we finished our drinks, and next to me Patrick started to play with himself absent-mindedly. Glancing across him at Ai Ling, I saw that she was too, so while I was skeptical at raising a third boner only half an hour after my last ejacualation, I I decided to play a little too, if only to see how comfortable I felt doing so in the presence of others.

It took a few minutes, but blood did start to pump back in, only semi-erect at first from just dry pulling back and forth of the foreskin, but with the help of some saliva I got it all the way up, albeit aching slightly with the effort. Having achieved this, I glanced at my two partners: Pat was also hard and slowly jerking off watching himself fucking his wife doggy while she sucked another, rather swarthy looking, man's cock on the screen; next to him Ai Ling caught my eye and smiled, as she lightly touched her clitoris with one finger, barely in contact with it, and I saw she wasn't watching the screen but us two. I seemed to remind her of something, as she got up and left the room, and my attention returned to the TV. When she returned a few moments later she placed a tube of something on the coffee table then resumed her position.

The situation reminded me of two half-forgotten fantasies of mine, involving me masturbating in the company of others, and it was as good a feeling as I had thought it would be. Seized by a sudden impulse, I released my own cock and reached for Patrick's, pushing his hand aside. His eyes barely flicked from the screen as I closed my fist around the head and resumed my stroking motion. It was odd, feeling the cylinder of another's phallus sliding in my hand while my own rested on my stomach. This latter lack of stimulation did not last long though as, again not bothering to look at me, he gripped it and returned the favour. His hands were rougher and he was stronger, but not so much to be unpleasant, and it would be a good while before anything more happened. I enjoyed the mutual masturbation for a while, watching the video to it's not altogether unpredictable climax of both guys cumming in Ai Ling's mouth followed by some snowballing.

Then it went to the next scene, with the same guy this time on his knees sucking Patrick's cock by himself. Too tempted not to, I shifted position to lie on my side with my head in position over Pat's crotch and after a few starting licks, I began sucking his cock. My own was out of his reach now, but it was easy enough for me to attend to it myself, and in the sideways position I could also watch the TV or Ai Ling if I chose to.

I didn't hurry things, keeping my sucking and tongue action light, as I wanted to give him a nice long blowjob. So long in fact that his wife came twice on her own fingers beside us while she watched! Eventually though, I started to tire of giving oral sex, and pulled back a little, taking my hand from my own shaft to massage his, which was now rock hard. I had had plenty of opportunity to see what it was Ai Ling had placed on the coffee table, and was pleased with her forethought: it was a tube of lube, and now I wanted to use it.

I sat up and before I needed to ask for a condom Ai Ling passed me one. For the last ten minutes the TV screen had shown Patrick pounding the other guy's arse, and I wanted the same treatment. Deftly I ripped the packet and rolled the condom over his thick rod, having a little difficulty as I had had putting one on my own before, as it was a pretty tight fit, but I got it on before he started to soften. Straddling his lap now, but facing him rather than my usual position of facing away from my gay partners, Ai Ling presented me with the lubricant. I spent a few moments to lubricate my hole, pushing a couple of fingers in and out to loosen myself, since it had been a few months since my last buggering, then smeared Patrick's cock with the clear gel. We were ready, and I was filled with my usual excited anticipation.

I lowered myself down until I could push the tip of his cock against my puckered sphincter. My sigh of satisfaction as my muscles relaxed and allowed his penis to enter me surprised even me, but it was such a good feeling! As usual I didn't go all the way down to start with, getting my anus used to the invader, but this time there was not even a slight ache so after a few tries I sank right down, feeling his bulging prick sliding all the way up until my buttocks were pressed into his thighs.

Maybe it was a better position than my usual one for being on top, or maybe my fucking muscles were developing, but either way I managed to ride him much longer than I normally could. Another advantage of this position was that I got to watch my partner's expression and reactions to my bouncing up and down on his dick. Purposely I kept my arms on the back of the couch, both to take the strain off my thighs and to resist the urge to touch my own cock. I let it flap wildly in it's semi-erect state, slapping against my stomach or flicking droplets of precum on Patrick's chest, and I knew it would be great to touch it, but I wanted to cum just from the stimulation of my prostate from the anal penetration, just for once. However, Patrick was clearly like me in being unable to resist a nice cock, for he began to jerk me off even as I rode him, and it felt too good to stop him for at least a few minutes.

When I really started to feel an orgasm building though, I stopped, caught my breath from my moaning and yelling I had found came very easily to me, and dismounted. The scene we had been watching before had ended, but the DVD held several hours, so it had already gone to the next one, so the screen now showed Ai Ling sucking a cock, then the view swung to show a brunette, about the same age, sucking another cock beside her. 

"I want you to fuck me now," I said to Patrick, standing up. "On the floor." He didn't protest, so we moved around the coffee table and I got to my hands and knees, like a dog, facing the TV. Our change in position was matched on the screen by Patrick , Ai Ling and the couple they were swinging with. Pat, who of course knew how the video went, managed to time his thrusting into my arse with the on-screen Pat's thrust into the brunette's, and my cry was not so different from hers. I was treated to five minutes of them fucking like me and Patrick up close before Ai Ling and her swinging partner had clearly felt left out and had set the camera on a tripod, for the view moved further away. They entered the picture and were soon beside Pat, Ai Ling riding the other guy.

We continued though in the same position, my knees starting to get sore from rubbing against the carpet, though I ignored it. The action on screen faded from my mind, and I closed my eyes so my whole body was filled and dominated by the cock driving into my arse. My dick was crying out for attention, but even if I'd wanted to touch it I couldn't, as my whole body felt weak and trembled, I needed both my arms to support myself and brace against Patrick's ever more violent pounding. If I did open my eyes and look back down my chest, I could see it dangling, leaking a long string of precum down to a clear little puddle on the carpet. Behind me Patrick grunted and gasped, both his hands on my hips to pull me to him. A haze filled my head, and I lost track of time, of where Ai Ling was, even where I was, feeling I was floating in space with a cock driving up my sphincter and hammering on my prostate.

When it finally came, the climax was intense. I cried out loudly and incoherently, my arms giving way so I slumped forward. It felt like a fire was spreading from my butt, so powerful it was near the edge of pain, like no orgasm I had had before. Spunk poured from my cock, mostly splattering on to the carpet but also flecking my chest as it still flapped with Pat's thrusts. He continued to fuck me, even as my ejaculation subsided and the sensation in my butt became less pleasurable, I was too weak and shaky to stop him. It didn't last long though, as I felt him give a few last, fast thrusts and then stop inside me sighing in satisfaction. He slowly pulled out, allowing me to roll over on my side gratefully, fingering my dilated, and now slightly sore hole, sticky with lube. I lay there for sometime, playing with the wet part of my body while the other two moved about, then I shakily got to my feet.

"That was... fantastic Pat!" I told him, and he and his wife smiled.

"Yeah, it was a pretty good start. But I think it's time for bed if we all want to be rested to get seriously into the weekend tomorrow, if you know what I mean."

We all agreed, and once we'd cleaned up a bit I was shown to my room, where a little before 1am I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

On Saturday I was woken some time after ten by a knock on my door.

"Time for breakfast!" Ai Ling called through the door.

"OK, be out in a minute," I replied, getting up immediately and getting dressed. When I arrived in the kitchen I found a full English breakfast waiting for me.

"I know really I should eat like the locals," Patrick said when I raised my eyebrows. "But at the weekend I prefer something a bit more like at home, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I replied, sitting down. "Although this is an English breakfast, not a Canadian one isn't it?" He just shrugged and smiled. Actually, I was the same, always eating a full English breakfast when hostels offered them, even if I ate local food the rest of the day. I was pretty hungry, so tucked in once I saw it was polite to do so, and finished in no time at all, then helped to clear up.

"Shall we go into the sitting room?" Ai Ling suggested, a twinkle in her eye. We did so, and I was the first to sit down on the couch. Patrick and his wife seemed to have decided before hand what they were going to do, as instead of joining me they both knelt in front of me.

"You had so much fun last night I think I'd like a go this morning," Patrick said as we made our way to the couch, unceremoniously shedding our clothes. "But first Ai Ling will help me bring back your morning glory."

"Sounds good," I said, smiling, and sat down on the couch, my legs spread wide as the sexy couple got down on their knees between them to repeat the first part of the night before. As they had said, they only gave me a blowjob as long as it took to get me hard, and before I knew it I had been handed a condom and was pulling it over my shaft.

"You'd best go a bit slow," I said, a little nervously. "I've only ever taken anal sex, not given it, so this will be completely new to me."

"Oh, surely not completely new," Patrick replied, standing up with his hand behind his back, clearly lubricating his anus from the tube in his other hand, which he now passed to me. His expression was eager, and he already had a delicious looking semi-erection. "It's just like fucking an extra tight vagina, you'll see. I don't suppose I'll be as tight as you anyhow, as here I have plenty of time to play with toys..."

While he talked I squeezed a blob of lube into my hand and spread it down over the shaft, ensuring it was completely coated in the slippery gel. Already Patrick had turned around, presenting me with a view of his sexy firm butt, and straddled my lap. Before he started to lower himself, I grabbed one buttock experimentally, and used my other hand to explored his crack. Pulling it wide open, I slid my forefinger down, finding it shiny and soft from lubrication, and for the first time in my life, slid a finger into another man's sphincter. 




Webmeets Diary Ch. 06



Once he felt one finger sliding in to the knuckle so easily, Patrick started to bend his knees and lean forward, so I hurried myself, trying to fit in a second finger and then a third. Satisfied that he was not too tight, I stopped resisting his descent and withdrew my sticky fingers to guide my cock instead.

We had finished breakfast barely five minutes ago, and already I had the head of my dick pressed against Pat's arse, watching the muscles twitch as he tried to relax them. I had never appreciated how difficult the initial penetration was for the "top" in gay sex, but now I could feel his weight pressing down on my shaft, almost pushing it back into me, and I had to grip my cock quite firmly to keep it from bending under the strain. 

Slowly, his sphincter relaxed, and began to swallow my cock. Patrick reached around with both hands to pull his cheeks apart, gasping with pleasure as he sunk further and further down, my dick going deeper and deeper. It seemed to take a long time, but eventually he was as far down as he could go, sitting on my lap, and began to rise again, soon bouncing slowly up and down,the muscles at the entrance getting pulled out each ascent and pushed back in each descent.

My attention moved from his taut buttocks swallowing my cock to his long rather muscular back, which I began to caress. Not unexpectedly, fairly soon afterwards he began to lean a bit further back to take the strain off his legs, and his movements became shorter to conserve energy. Despite the tightness of his tunnel, this was not really enough stimulation for me, especially through the latex, so I began to thrust up a bit, not much, but enough to compensate for his change so I was still sliding all the way in.

However, I wasn't prepared for the next event. Ai Ling had gone out of my line of vision, but since my view was almost entirely taken up by her husband riding me, I assumed she was filming from the front, if I thought of her at all. Then I felt her touch on my legs, so I craned around Patrick's heaving body to an erotic vision: she was crouched before us, her hands between my legs gently squeezing my balls, and her mouth locked on to her husband's cock, sucking as hard as she could.

This was something I had only ever been able to imagine, as there seems to be a disappointing shortage of genuine bisexual porn, but the next stage was even better. Her goal was apparently not to finish things with her mouth, but only to prepare Patrick for her to mount him, which she now did. Pushing him back so that he pressed into my chest, temporarily inhibiting both our movements, she straddled the two of us, facing Patrick, and was soon humping her husband. At the time of course, all I could do was deduce this from her movements which I felt through Patrick, as my view was not completely obstructed, and from the moans that were soon escaping her, but the video showed it all in it's full glory later.

Us two men resumed our own movements, though now a little cramped, and our heaving human pile gradually got into a rhythm that gave us all satisfaction. Every time Patrick thrust up into his wife, he lifted off me, though not all the way, and then she came down to meet him. Then when he pulled out of her, he sunk down on to my shaft, and I thrust up to meet him, slamming my hips into his arse cheeks. At least, that's how we started, but understandably, Patrick in the middle, with the double stimulation, had difficulty concentrating, so it changed into me thrusting up further and Ai Ling thrusting down at the same time, while he just tried to stay in the middle and moaned. Ai Ling knew her husband well though, and she must have sensed he was nearing orgasm, for she suddenly dismounted, making him yell in frustration.

"I think it's time we change positions," Ai Ling said. "Or poor Jack won't be able to enjoy himself as much as you are." She was right, the stimulation the limited thrusting gave me was barely enough to keep me erect, now that he was so relaxed. Patrick reluctantly got off me and waited meekly for his wife.

"I think standing up might be easier for Jack, she said. "And besides, I feel like being done from behind now."

There was something delightfully filthy about hearing her be so frank about sex in her perfect but accented English. We were all standing now, and she had taken a position to the side of the couch, and now bent over, leaning on the armrest. Patrick immediately thrust into her vagina, standing behind her and began fucking. I watched for a few seconds, then gripped his waist to steady him and make him stop, seeing clearly how we were going to do this. Carefully but confidently, I pushed my dick back in his arse, pleased with the greater control this position gave me, and also began fucking. Now, when Patrick could no longer concentrate on moving himself, it was much easier for me to compensate, ramming my cock in and out with hard movements, sometimes even coming all the way out just so I could feel the extra tightness of his entrance around my head.

With his wife pushing herself back on to his dick from the front, he let out a yell, and was obviously cumming. Not wanting to miss out, I concentrated, and with an extra burst of speed managed to reach orgasm myself while he was still moaning. It was not as good as any of my climaxes the night before, but it felt good, and I could feel the semen swimming in the tip of the condom. Holding the base of the latex sheath tight, I pulled out, which allowed Pat to gingerly withdraw from Ai Ling (who had been moaning and yelling earlier before even he had), bringing a stream of rather liquid cum from his wife's pussy, which dribbled down her leg. Apparently I was not the only one to be affected by jelly-legs after anal sex, for he now collapsed on the sofa while Ai Ling and I still stood.

By the time we had each showered and got dressed, it was time for lunch, for which Ai Ling whipped up a quick stir fry, Patrick and I helping to chop the vegetables and so on.

1.30PM:(SWAP THIS WITH ONE BEFORE)

Once again we shed our clothes without ceremony, and ignoring the usual tradition of ladies first, Patrick and I both bent to each have a taste of Ai Ling's nipples. She didn't resist, but held our heads to her breasts like we were suckling babies, and closing her eyes to our flicking tongues and wandering hands. Patrick soon moved his way down, leaving her other breast clear for me to squeeze and manipulate. I could feel his head brushing my leg as he knelt at his wife's feet. He was kissing all over his wife's thighs, and occasionally mine, encouraging her to spread her legs wider. He even gave my dick a few teasing licks, as it must have been very inviting, hanging semi-erect by his face down there. But Ai Ling's sudden intake of breath told me he had started eating his dessert of juicy pussy.

Clearly this was not a practical position to either give or receive cunnilingus, so Ai Ling also began to sink to a crouch, Pat lying down to compensate and get his head into her wider spread crotch. I had stayed standing however, as I thought Ai Ling might like to start working on her own dessert. Apparently she agreed, as I hadn't even placed an encouraging hand on her head when I felt her hand on my balls and her warm wet tongue on my shaft. It took very little to get me rock hard, but she still teased me for a while before taking me all the way into her mouth, making me sigh in satisfaction. I allowed myself a couple of minutes of this pure ecstasy, running my hands through her hair as she sucked my cock, occasionally feeling her teeth but never too much, and always followed by a swirling tongue.

There was only me left without dessert though, and I felt like some cock too. Very slowly, for when we had discussed this earlier we had decided to try shifting to the new position with the minimum break in oral action possible, I sank down to the floor. Ai Ling released me with her hand, as she put it down to support herself, and leaned to the side and down to follow me, keeping me in her wet mouth even if she couldn't concentrate enough to suck or lick. Patrick also adjusted himself, moving his legs around.

Finally, after much careful readjustment, we were in positon, all lying on our sides, our top legs bent at the knee and pointing up to spread our legs as wide as possible, and our three bodies arranged in an approximate triangle, each of our head's resting on another's thigh so we faced their crotch. Patrick was still eating out his wife; she was still devouring my dick; and I was now well placed to taste her husband's cock, which I guided eagerly to my mouth once I'd given his balls and shaft a thorough licking.

It didn't take long for Patrick's cock to get as hard as mine in my mouth, despite the unusual angle at which I was sucking it. Though all our mouths were full, our moans of pleasure, though muffled, were still audible, and from the length of time we remained like that without anyone getting restless, it was clear we all enjoyed it immensely. I had experienced a sixty-nine with a guy once before (as I related in a previous chapter of this diary), and the sensation was similar, for there was a mouth on my dick and a dick in my mouth, but with the added bonus of the occasional glimpse of a stretched out female body and Pat's head between her legs, only his chin visible as he lapped at her pussy.

Eventually, though we were all capable of lasting a while thanks to the morning's activities, we moved away from simple pleasure to the hazy region of looming orgasm, and reluctantly broke apart when Ai Ling got her first taste of precum. By the time I had a condom on, she was already in position, on her hands and knees. As I positioned myself behind her, rubbing the head of my cock in her wet pussy, I was reminded briefly of being in a similar position with Annie in St. Petersburg, although Ai Ling's butt, and in fact her whole body, was rather skinnier and more athletic than the curvy, homely form of the Russian.

In Russia I had also not had my partner's husband kneeling in front and thrusting his cock into her mouth while I penetrated her and began fucking her doggy style. Like many of the sessions we had together, this one felt a little artificial, like acting out a porn movie, as we went down our list of things we wanted to do together and mentally ticked them off, but it was still very erotic. When I could feel myself nearing the end, I offered to swap with Patrick, but he kept his eyes shut, face contorted from the blowjob he was getting.

"Uh," he grunted, "I'm too near, not worth it. We're, uh, oh yeah! We're both gonna cum in Ai Ling's mouth though." 

The day before just the thought would probably have made we spunk in my pants, or the condom in this case, but already I had regained the control over orgasm I had learnt with Annie, so I continued for a couple more minutes, thrusting into the willing Chinese vagina, our thighs slapping together, before I pulled out altogether and pulled the condom off. Feeling me pull out, Ai Ling released her husband and knelt up, shuffling around on her knees.

"Ooo, does this mean we finally get to have dessert now?" She asked, he eyes sparkling.

I smiled, said nothing, but stood up and moved in front of her next to Patrick. His wife took each of our throbbing cocks in her hands and began massaging them, sucking on mine first, then her husband's, and then swapping back again. I already knew she was an expert at this, so it came as no real surprise that she was able to give each of us just the right amount of stimulation to bring us to the same point in the journey to orgasm. When it felt like a slight breeze would set me off, she pulled back a little, mouth open and tongue out, looking up at us expectantly, and I had seen enough porn films to know what was expected next.

Both us guys grabbed our dicks, well lubricated with her saliva, and began pumping furiously, pointing the tips at her mouth. About ten seconds after I started, I exploded, shooting cum straight at her mouth. The next one was less accurate, overshooting and landing in a streak on her cheek, and the third on her top lip where it was joined by Pat's first jet. I only had a few more in me, it only being a few hours since the last time my balls had unloaded, but Pat seemed to have plenty more stored up.

When we had finished, Ai Ling had a tongue loaded with cum, and a face splattered with semen, but she was giggling with delight as she licked up the rest from our twitching cocks. I had always liked porn movies that finished with girls coated in cum, not because I liked to see women humiliated as some do, but because they look so gorgeous like that (not to mention that it looked fun and I would gladly be on the receiving end of such treatment), and in real life now it looked even better. Our cocks satiated, Pat and I joined her on the floor to have dessert too, a delicious dish of cum served on a sexy Chinese woman's face and passed from mouth to mouth as they loved to do.

2PM:

"I have to do some work this afternoon Jack," Patrick said, pulling on his pants. "But Ai Ling said she's happy to show you around some of the tourist attractions. Not there's very many, but if you like you can do that, or stay here and watch TV or something."

"I wouldn't mind seeing some of the city, since I'm here," I replied, and so I had the afternoon with Ai Ling. Patrick was right, there wasn't really a lot to see, just the standard of Chinese cities: some temples, some parks, that sort of thing, although there were a number of springs for which the city was famous throughout China. It did give me the chance to talk to Ai Ling a bit more though, and get her take on life in China, meeting up with strangers for sex, that kind of thing. She was clearly very intelligent, and not in anyway a meek obedient Chinese wife, that was for sure, and I had a good laugh with her for a few hours walking around town until we'd exhausted all the places to go by around 5 o'clock and went back.

"Hi my love," Ai Ling greeted him, barging into his study and throwing her arms around him while I stood in the doorway, uncertain as to whether I should intrude on them here.

"Hi," he replied. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes, we did, but now we want to have some more fun, are you coming?" I hadn't expected us to start again so soon, so I was a bit surprised by that statement, but it was true that our conversation, and just being in the company of a sexy woman for three hours had made me pretty horny again.

"No, not now darling," Patrick replied, as if she was offering him a cup of tea, "I have to finish this, it's going to take another couple of hours at least. You two can go ahead though."

"You don't mind?" I couldn't help blurting out.

"No, I don't mind," he replied. "Just don't tire yourselves out for tonight."

"OK love, we'll see you later then." Ai Ling skipped to the door, closing it behind her and seizing my hand, grinning mischievously. "So Jack, shall we go and have some fun together?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Let's go to the bedroom then, it will be more comfortable in there." She let me go, and set off at a quick pace with me following.

The room was a decent sized bedroom, with a double bed in the middle and plenty of room around it for a wardrobe, chest of drawers and other furniture, all quite modern looking and a little messy, the bed only half made. Ai Ling was already on it, her jacket discarded, beckoning enticingly at me in her short yellow dress, kicking off her shoes. I obediently came forward, removing my shoes and jumper as I went.

"Mmm Jack," she said in an exaggerated voice that was clearly chosen to fit a fantasy she wanted to act out. "Jack, my husband is too busy to give me oral pleasure today, will you lick my pussy for me? He won't be back for ages,..."

"Well," I said, falling into the role-play easily, "I guess I could, if you're sure he won't be back soon."

"Actually, he's in there now, so I want you to make me moan so loud he can't work and will come here to help you fuck me. Now start licking boy!"

Lengthy role play was obviously not her thing, for she pulled me into a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss and then pushed my head down to her cleavage. I gripped her around the waist burrowing hungrily into her chest until she pulled the left strap of her dress down so I could extract her breast. It was already erect, and I could feel the same was true of her other nipple through the material before that one was freed from the dress and bra too.

I enjoyed sucking her firm breasts greatly, but from her writhing I could tell she was eager for things to progress, so when she began push down on my head I didn't resist but slid down over her dress, still covering her stomach as she leaned back on to her elbows. She moved her legs out from beneath her to either side of me and hitched up the skirt as my head was about to disappear under it, kissing and licking her smooth thighs. There I discovered she was wearing a simple plain white thong, already with a dark, near-transparent patch in the middle. I watched this patch grow, as I kissed and licked all around her knickers, even adding my saliva to her own moisture. I pulled them off, with a little difficulty due to her wriggling so much in anticipation, and found myself facing her gorgeous, damp, shaved pussy once more.

This time it was not mere foreplay. Though neither of us were fully, or even half undressed, I think we both wanted to go the whole way just with my tongue and my fingers. Ai Ling was certainly responsive enough, bucking and thrusting her hips, and her juices kept flowing, so much that not only was my mouth and chin and all around her crotch wet, but both her skirt and the bed sheets underneath were getting damper and damper. I had no difficulty in finding her clitoris, as it was pumped full of blood, and I was very careful to keep my tongue relaxed and light, sometimes barely touching it at all. Meanwhile my middle and ring finger were stroking away, sunk in her cunt up to the knuckles, and I don't think the shudders and gasping cries Ai Ling made could have been anything but ecstastatic cries of joy. In short, I was very pleased with myself.

Although by now I had found a technique that didn't tire my tongue half as much as one copied from porn films, I could not keep it up for ever, so although I loved being down there it was something of a relief when Ai Ling pulled me up by my chin to plant a grateful kiss on my soaking wet lips. Without any words exchanging, we both undressed completely, during which the Durex I'd had in my pocket since leaving Beijing finally got opened and, after a little held from her hands to reinforce my erection, was slipped on.

She pushed me on to my back, and straddled me, kneeling up. I let her take control, just holding her hips and caressing her smooth skin. With my glasses on and no pubic hair to obscure the view, I could watch her impaling herself on me, but as she started to ride me I became aware of how much my dick ached from its third erection with only a few hours rest between each. Other sensations soon replaced this one however, as she ground her crotch into mine.

I reached for her breasts to grip them, softly at first but harder at her urging, and she first leaned into my groping hands and then back, so far back I could only reach her bucking waist, her hands rested on my legs and her head was thrown back. Then she fell forward and I could grip her buttocks, thrusting up into her now. Her breasts swayed above me and after getting a positive response from some trial licks, I strained upwards, locking my mouth to her pert nipples and sucking and licking frantically while she cried out and rocked on my cock.

She pushed herself back up again for a while, and this time I let my hand wander to between her legs, feeling the slimy meeting of our genitals and rubbing gently at her clit. Then she was down again for another go at having her nipples sucked. This time it was too much for me though, being fucked by a beautiful Asian woman nearly 10 years older than me, even if she didn't look it, and having my face practically choked with her breasts, while she screamed shrilly with pleasure above me. I came while she still rode me, speeding up as soon as she realised, and then slowing down to a stop when I let my head flop back on the pillow.




Webmeets Diary Ch. 07



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I've done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter and chapter 5 feature only heterosexual scenes.

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After my first meeting with a contact near Beijing from the adult dating site I used (the encounter is the subject of the previous chapter of this diary), I planned to spend four days travelling south to Shanghai where I had two contacts.

One of these contacts was an older expat American couple in their late thirties who I had only exchanged a few, very business like messages with on the site. According to their profile they organised frequent sex parties in which the wife, a rather attractive African-American woman from the photos, enjoyed being gangbanged (the phrase they used). They hadn't actually promised I could join one of these, but instead said they preferred to meet new people individually first to decide if they were suitable. This seemed fair enough to me before I'd left England, from Beijing we had finalised the arrangement and I was to meet them on the Friday for the "audition", with the possibility of joining one of the parties sometime soon after.

The other contact was a young straight Chinese guy, only 27 years old, who claimed on his profile that he enjoyed meeting visitors to his city and could find lots of horny local girls for them to have fun with. This seemed a little exploitative to me, not to say arrogant, but I had contacted him anyway, and he seemed friendly enough. I was desperately horny, so after he had assured me that these girls were not hookers or anything, I agreed to look him up when I got there. He gave me a phone number and on the Wednesday night, the night before I would reach Shanghai, I gave him a ring.

"Hi," I said. "Is that John?" John was the name he'd given me, although I was pretty certain it wasn't his real name. I'd noticed that many Chinese people had an "English name" that they choose or was given to them when they learnt English, presumably so they didn't have to put up with foreigners constantly mispronouncing their real names, although sometimes they were pretty unsuitable names.

"Hi, yes, who is this?"

"My name is Jack, we exchanged some messages online a month or two ago, if you remember?"

"Jack, Jack... From America?"

"No, from England."

"England? Oh yes! I think I remember! Are you in Shanghai now?"

"No, not yet, but I arrive tomorrow and I'll be there for a week maybe, I wondered if you still wanted to meet?"

"Yes, of course! Tomorrow at what time?"

"About 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but then I have to go to my hostel and drop my things. We don't have to meet tomorrow, any time over the next week is fine."

"Tomorrow is OK. You arrive at 5? I can meet you at 7 on Nanjing Donglu near the Bund. This is the main tourist street you know?"

"Yes, I know, my hostel is near there. Where on Nanjing Donglu?"

"By the entrance to the train station Henan Zhonglu. How will I recognise you?"

"I sent you a photo didn't I?"

"Oh yes, I think I still have that. What will you be wearing?"

"Um, jeans and a red hooded top?"

"What is a hooded top?"

"It's a type of sweater."

"A red sweater? OK, I shall meet you at 7 tomorrow then. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Thursday evening I arrived and found my hostel without a problem, so I was able to drop my bag off there and then enter the crowd outside and find the meeting place more than an hour before. I did so surprisingly quickly, so then spent a while wandering around killing time until 7 o'clock. At that time I was there waiting, and after ten minutes or so, when I was starting to wonder if that was where he meant, a young, wealthy looking Chinese couple approached me.

"Hi, are you Jack?" The guy greeted me. He was about my height, well dressed, with fairly short, styled hair.

"Yes, you must be John," I replied extending my hand. "Pleased to meet you!"

"Pleased to meet you. This is a friend of mine who wanted to meet you, her English name is Juliet."

"Pleased to meet you too," I said, turning to shake hands with the attractive woman at his side. She was a few inches shorter than me, though I guessed that she must be a three or four years older than me, and was also well dressed as if she had just come from the office. Her elegant, slightly haughty facial features were framed by a long sweep of silky, straight black hair falling past her shoulders and streaked with red, not in the amateurish way of an unsuccessful bleaching as many girls have there, but in an intentional, professional style.

"Pleased to meet you," she replied, fluttering her eyelashes. "Do you mind if I practice my English with you? I like to improve it."

"No I don't mind," I answered. "Where are we going to eat?"

"I know a good place," John said, and led us off through the throng. I won't bore you with the details of the meal, other than to say that the food was very good, and the conversation similar to many I had in China with people who wanted to practice their English. Some people find it tiresome, but I quite enjoy it, even if things get a bit repetitive. In this case I had a very pretty conversation partner in Juliet, who flirted with me the whole meal in the very open way I had experienced from several Chinese girls already, telling me how handsome I was with my wide, light-coloured eyes, naturally fair hair, and so on. Both of them also spoke pretty good English so topics were not quite as limited as usual and their accents were not too indecipherable.

John insisted that I was his guest so he paid for the whole meal, which though I found awkward at first, I was more comfortable about later when I learnt that he was the son of a very rich businessman who had been able to send him to university in America, and so had inherited a lucrative position at the company, so I was hardly exploiting him. It turned out Juliet was in a similar situation at a different company, though she had not studied abroad, and in fact they new each other from business meetings.

From the restaurant we got the metro to John's apartment, which was only a few stations away in any case. The site of the apartment block immediately banished any misgivings I had about imposing on someone from a poorer country than mine, as it was clearly a place for the very wealthy. We entered the shiny marble lobby and took the lift up to the top, Juliet now holding on to both our arms and getting very giggly.

The interior of his apartment was certainly no let down from the rest of the building, far more spacious than Patrick and Ai Ling's place and far more expensively furnished. There was a huge window looking out on the colourful lights of the city, a large wide-screen TV, a leather couch and armchairs, all the furniture very modern and Western looking. All this I took in only briefly, as we passed straight through this room into John's bedroom, which was similarly well furnished with a large King-size double bed in the centre.

With no further conversation, Juliet got down on her knees in front of me and undid my flies, pulling my trousers and boxers down in one move. My pubic hair was still short stubble, only having had a few days to regrow since I shaved it the previous weekend for Ai Ling and her husband, which she seemed to like, brushing her fingers over it and examining the unhidden shape of my balls.

With a smile up at me, she ducked under my expanding cock to lick them, and I stroked her hair, feeling wonderfully relaxed. She look her time, working her lips upwards, letting me become fully extended before touching my head. When she did I gasped and tightened my grip on her hair, it felt so good, then relaxed again as she went down on me, moving her tongue sensually.

I glanced at John and grinned, and he smiled back, moving closer and dropping his pants once he was near, stroking his own erect cock as he watched us. There are many racist myths about Asian people, but although on average they're certainly shorter than Europeans, at least from what I saw it is an unfair slur that Asian men are poorly endowed. Of course I didn't look too closely at his, he might have got worried and called things off, and anyway the pretty woman sucking my cock soon pulled my gaze back. But from what I saw of him in action and casual observations, he was not noticeably smaller than my respectable 7 inches, though he had the disadvantage of being unshaved and so looking shorter than me as the first inch or so was hidden, unlike mine.

He said something in Chinese, presumably something along the lines of "I'm here too you know", as she pulled back, apparently reluctantly, and began to give him a blowjob, not bothering with any foreplay. I seized the opportunity to get rid of the rest of my clothes and then stood wanking with her saliva as lubricant, watching them. Much as I had enjoyed being filmed the previous weekend, and the idea that I and others could watch it all again sometime, it was a relief not to watch everything through a lens or to have to change position so the camera could get a better, porn-style view.

I noticed that Juliet only used one hand, and looking for where the other was I saw the top of her wrist, the rest tucked under the waistband of her skirt and panties. Eager to help her, I knelt down and found the fastening for the skirt, then pulled it down, letting her lift her knees alternately to let it pass off her legs.

To my great delight I found she was not wearing tights but stockings, held up by suspenders, a style I found incredibly arousing. Then I saw that her lace knickers, in which her hand was still thrust, had been put on over the straps, so they could be removed without interfering with the stockings. Absorbed in my exploration, I forgot she was still in her blouse and bra, and tugged her panties down. Now I could see her pale, slender fingers lying in the thick black bush of her pussy, which was trimmed neatly from what I could glimpse down there in the shadows.

"So who do you want to fuck first, me or Jack?" John asked, breaking my attention. She pulled back to answer.

"Jack," she said, then turned to me, her fingers still in her pussy. "I want Jack to fuck me first." And she grinned at being able to speak dirty in English.

We both stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes, though I made her keep the stockings and suspenders on. She got on the bed while I bent down to the pockets of my discarded jeans to take out the condom that I'd almost forgotten in my lust. It was on by the time I was kneeling between her legs, looking down on her gorgeous, petite body, from the black tuft of hair in her crotch, over her slim frame and small but defined breasts, to her smiling face, her hair fanned out on the pillow below her head.

I fell forward on to my hands, then supported myself on just one to run my finger through her bush. It was wet, very wet - she had done a good job at getting ready. So I lowered my hips and guided my cock to her entrance, pressing it in and pulling hairs out of the way. This was no tight virgin that was for sure, as I slipped in easily, and my hand could move to her hips, pulling her close. I began to thrust, watching her face and then kissing her lips passionately. She was a little more passive than the other girls I'd had though she kissed back and gasped, and once I began moving my hands around her body, cupping her breasts and stroking her thighs, she began to respond more, thrusting up towards me.

All the time John watched us, I could see him jerking off out of the corner of my eye, but when she started to let out loud cries he climbed up on the bed and knelt by our heads. I could guess what he wanted, so I pushed myself up as far as I could, leaning on my hands either side of her stomach. He guided his dick into her mouth, and with unexpected eagerness she began to suck it, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better angle.

Her hips ground at my crotch ever more insistently, and I could feel muscles inside her contracting around me, while her nipples atop her shaking tits were hard and erect. I was glad that nearly a week free of either sex or masturbation had both been enough to let me recover from the weekend's excessive exertions but not enough to prevent me lasting a respectable time, which in this kind of casual encounter was proving very important. I could see John wanted a go too though, so when I felt I was nearing a climax, I let it come, groaning and grunting and forcing my eyes open to absorb the sight of her sucking cock and her shaking breasts to add to the waves of pleasure flowing from the wet meeting of our genitals. 

Spent, I pulled out and made room for my new friend, who pulled a rubber on immediately and took my place. I cleaned up a bit and watched them fuck, which was enjoyable even if it wasn't enough to get me aroused again. Patrick and Ai Ling had been obviously in love, so their lovemaking, whilst lustful, had been tender, and at times even uncomfortable to watch. These two on the other hand, really seemed to only be friends, so it was interesting to see how well they knew each other, and how intense their screwing was. It lasted a while, but eventually their writhing slowed to a stop and John rolled off. After a short rest, Ai Ling got up and started to dress.

"I have to go now," Juliet said, stepping back into her boots. "It was very nice to meet you Jack, maybe we shall meet again before you leave Shanghai?"

"Yes, I would like that," I replied. "I will be here until sometime next week I think."

"So long! Then I shall see you again. Bye bye!"

"Bye!" She exchanged a few words in Chinese with John, then left.

"Would you like a beer?" John inquired, turning to me.

"Yes please," I replied, feeling I'd earned one. I went to sit on the couch while he took a couple of Tsingtaos from the fridge (Tsingtao is one of the best Chinese beers, in my opinion anyway), opened them and brought them over.

"What is it you say in English? Cheers?"

"Yes, cheers!" I said, and we both raised our bottles before taking a refreshing swig.

"So, you like Juliet?"

"Yes, she's very nice," I answered, then added as this seemed rather inadequate: "Very sexy too!"

"Sexy, yes. I have known her a year now, she is always very sexy, and she likes to meet Westerners. I know many more girls who want to fuck Westerners, you know? They all love you, with your big eyes, fair hair and so on, you could have any Chinese girl you want you know?"

"I have noticed that I'm very popular here, yes," I replied. This was true, often I would see girls glancing at me and giggling, they would crowd around me at tourist attractions to have their photo taken or practice their English, and many other Westerners I met in hostels had similar experiences, though I hadn't taken advantage of it until now. I told him the feelings were mutual: "I like Chinese girls a lot too, there are so many beautiful ones."

"As beautiful as Western girls? I like Chinese girls too, but not as much as Western girls."

"I think there are pretty girls everywhere," I said to be diplomatic.

"How long did you say you were staying in Shanghai? A week?"

"Probably about a week, yes."

"If you like you can fuck girls with me every day, really, I can arrange." I tried not to look too incredulously delighted at the prospect of 7 days of sex with Asian girls.

"Well, I'm not free tomorrow as I'm meeting someone else, and I might be meeting with them again next day, but I should be free the rest of the time."

"Do you have a mobile phone? No, you don't, do you. I will lend you my old one, then I can call you when to come, I will find it for you later."

"Thanks very much! For all this, you are a very good host!"

He shook his head in modest denial. "It is very easy, so many horny girls in this city, they all want to go with Western men, and I enjoy fucking them too. So, you like Juliet, I think she will come again, and I know other girls like her, but what other girls do you like? Young girls?"

"As long as they're legal, you know, over 18..."

He laughed. "Of course, of course, I don't want to get in trouble either. But I know a few young college students, you want to fuck them?"

"Um, yes please!"

"OK, so you like young girls, what about older women, have you ever gone with older women?"

"I'm only 22, so Juliet was older. In fact all the women I've been with have been older, last weekend I was with a woman nearly 30 years old, and before then everyone I've slept with has been at least a few years older than me. Once I even fucked a 49 year old!"

"49? Wow, that's much older than I was thinking! So you like older women too? That's good, I know a few very sexy and kinky older women, though none are over 40!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't normally go for a 49 year old either... She was pretty sexy though!"

"And what kind of girls you like? Thin girls? I know some Westerners find Chinese girls too thin."

"I really don't mind. Thin girls are very pretty, but I quite like girls who aren't that thin. I've not seen any Chinese girls that are too fat, that's for sure."

"So you don't mind if they're a bit fat?"

"No, it's often quite sexy actually. The girls I do like a lot though, and haven't seen so much in China, are alternative girls."

"Alternative?"

"Yeah, you know, they listen to rock music, have strange clothes like fishnet tights and a lot of black, have their hair in funny styles, and often have their nose or lips pierced-"

"Pierced?"

"Yeah, like earrings but in the nose or lip."

"Oh, yes, I think I know the girls you mean. There aren't many in China, but I'll see if I can find some for you. How do you like to fuck?"

"How do I like to fuck?"

"Yeah, do you like anal sex, do you mind if other guys come and fuck the girls with us, do you eat pussy..."

"Oh, well, that stuff is all good, I like it all I guess." I decided I may as well tell him everything, or as much as I thought wouldn't jeopardise our new friendship. "I do like to cum on girl's faces or in their mouths, you know like in porn movies? They look so sexy afterwards..."

"Yes, I know. The Japanese like it a lot I think. I like that too, but not all girls let you. Some do though, I'll tell you before we meet them."

The conversation continued in a similar vein until we had both finished our beers. I declined a second, beginning to feel a little tired after travelling all day and then the recent session in the bedroom, so decided it was time to go. Before I left though, as promised John fished out his old phone, which was flashier and more up to date than my one at home, so that he could let me know when he had arranged meetings with girls for us.

***

I spent most of the next day doing tourist stuff, taking photos, the usual, until 6.30 when I was due to meet Vanessa and Herman, the American couple. Checking my email, it turned out that the place we'd arranged to meet was about 30 seconds walk from where I'd met John the day before, so I had no problem finding it, but turned up early in any case so as not to miss them. This was lucky as they had done the same.

"Howdy!" Herman said, although from the grin on his face I guessed he was being ironic rather than truly stereotypically American. As we shook hands I recognised him from one of the action shots on their profile: white, mid-forties, a little taller than me but also wider - let's be honest, fatter - and balding, the hair he had left somewhere in its transition from black to grey. Even in his business suit he managed to look a little lecherous and seedy, as his face was unshaved and no longer that handsome.




Webmeets Diary Ch. 07



"So you must be Jack?" Vanessa, in contrast, though I knew she was approaching 40, had aged well. She was also taller than me by an inch or two, although this difference seemed about the same as the length of her heels, sported shoulder length hair with a fringe that she had left its natural black colour, an attractive face with big eyes, a wide mouth and generally very African features to match her dark brown skin. Although it was currently imprisoned in a casual, cream dress, there were still ample hints at what I knew from her photos was a very sexy body, from her long, muscular legs ending in a big round butt, through the slight curve of her stomach to her big E-cup breasts.

In the routine that was becoming familiar to me from all these meetings arranged online, they invited me to go for a meal to get to know them then if things went well we would go back to their place to "get down to business" as Herman put it. Dinner conversation was the usual, asking about my trip, my studies, and so on, though as there are more expats and just people who speak English in Shanghai, we couldn't be so sexually explicit as I had with Patrick and Ai Ling in public, implying things instead.

By the time we'd finished eating though, I had confirmed that they would not be the first couple I had met with, even in Shanghai, nor the oldest, and my growing confidence in these encounters ensured that I did not come across as too shy, so I was invited back to their apartment. It was a little further out than John's, and in terms of luxury came somewhere between his and the other Chinese apartment I had visited on my travels.

"So Jack," Vanessa said in her brisk, business-like manner once we were inside and sat on the couch. "I'll explain the deal very clearly first, then if you agree we can get straight down and dirty. I love to be fucked by lots of different men, preferably at once, and my husband Herman, being the dirty old man he is, likes to watch and film. The videos are just for us and the other people in them, we don't sell them or anything, and you'll have noticed that on our profile pics we hide the faces of everyone except those who explicitly tell us we can show them." I nodded to show I understood, feeling my cock growing in my pants at her frankness.

"Now, before we let someone join in one of our gangbangs we like to give them an audition, to check that they're OK in front of the camera, with other people in the room, can last long enough, that kinda thing. You're quite a bit younger than I normally have, but we thought we'd give you a chance, so don't worry, just relax, we'll have some fun together, Herman will film and if all goes well, as I'm sure it will, we'll let you know when our next gangbang is. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," I replied, pleased to note that I had hardly any butterflies in my stomach despite this pressure, in sharp contrast to some of my early meetings with people like this.

"Awesome, let's go then!" We got up and she led me into a large room, with the usual bedroom furniture but the addition of it seemed at least one large mirror for every side.

"Are you shaved? Down there I mean?" Without any ceremony she began to strip - this was a try-out after all - and I did the same as I answered.

"Yes, although not since last weekend."

"Well, if we decide we want you, you can come earlier and shave, it looks and feels better, but for now a few days stubble won't hurt. Let's see? No, that's fine hmm, you look kinda small, are you sure it was your cock in those photos?"

"Yeah, it's mine, it grows quite a bit when erect."

"We'd better test that theory." Vanessa got down on her knees, already naked. Her husband was filming, also naked, though unsurprisingly I hadn't noticed him getting undressed since all my attention had been taken by his elegant wife revealing her chocolate coloured body, particularly her voluminous breasts.

With a gentleness out of character with her business like manner, she began to massage my cock with her fingers and lick my balls. As soon as it had started to expand, she popped it into her large mouth and began to play with it using her wide tongue, and I could already see lipstick smears on the shaft. I relaxed, deciding to ignore her watching husband completely and show them what I could do. Raised eyebrows and an increase in the intensity of her sucking told me she wasn't disappointed with my size anymore, so I asked her if she would like to "do a 69."

"You wanna lick my pussy, is that it? OK, but I'm going on top."

No point in arguing when I had no objections, so I lay down on the bed, right in the middle and she straddled my head immediately, making me kiss and lick her thighs and the bald skin around her cunt before she condescended to bend back down to do her share. I was glad I had suggested this position, not just because it prolonged her expert blowjob beyond what I suspect she'd intended, nor because of my growing addiction to eating pussy (I did my best to give oral sex to all the girls John introduced me to, though here wasn't always time what with his and their other plans), but also because she seemed a bit dry. I don't claim to be a master at cunnilingus, but I must have been doing something right with my mouth as by the time she had pulled a condom on me and moved off my face, everywhere from my nose to my chin was moist from her juices.

"OK Jack," she said over her shoulder once she had shifted down to hover above my groin, "I'm gonna fuck you now, but I don't want you coming til I say, got that?"

"Got it," I said. I allowed myself to watch my pale, rubber encased cock enter her dark pink pussy and disappear between her brown lips, as her big, round black arse descended, but then I forced myself to look away. She bounced around noisily, and I did my best to thrust up, resting my hands on her rump, but that was the extent to which I could get intimate with her. It made it pretty easy to keep my mind off the fact a gorgeous, older, black woman was riding me, even with the occasional glimpses I treated myself to.

Obviously Vanessa decided this was making it too easy for me, as barely pausing, she lifted off me, turned around still holding my dick and then re-inserted it into her slick pussy, now facing me. This gave me no choice but to watch her, reaching up to hold her gorgeous E cup tits so they wouldn't move so wildly, and no doubt painfully, and to play with them. I'm sure her earlier moans and cries were for my benefit and the video's, but if she was faking it the whole time, she was very good at it, and I was thankful her vagina was so loose.

"You're doing good Jack," she panted at me, just as the last thought crossed my mind. "How about we make things a little more interesting before we finish? Rob, get your cock in me now!" The last was delivered in a commanding tone, and I heard some movement from her husband who I'd been ignoring til then.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a tripod ready, as in the DVD of our meeting you can't see the detail of the action that followed, since the camera was place on a chest of drawers a little to the side. At the time I didn't know or care. All I could see was that she threw herself forwards on to her hands, still fucking me but with her breasts dangling down to brush my neck, her hair tickling my face as it fell forward, and her sweaty face breathing into my head. Then I felt her stop, sinking right down so I was all inside her, just as I felt her husband's weight on the mattress, his legs brushing against mine, and then his fingers sliding along the front of my shaft.

My eyes widened as I realised what was happening, and gasped almost as loud as she did when I felt his hard dick sliding into his wife's cunt on top of mine, with the help of some lubricant so the friction between the two condoms would not impede anything. He began to fuck her, but I could do very little, so I remained inside her, jammed tight against his thrusting cock. It was a strange sensation unlike anything I'd experienced even with Pat and Ai Ling the previous weekend, the long, hard shaft a sliding pressure up and down mine, while the other side of my dick was stationary but pressed into her hot internal flesh.

Vanessa was now crying out all sorts of incoherent obscenities, and when I gave in to the temptation of the huge tits so close to my mouth, tentatively licking one of her nipples, she almost suffocated me clamping my head to them. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last, though whether the end would be an orgasm or my erection deflating, I wasn't sure.

Before either scenario, she cried out: "OH! I'm coming guys! Cum now! Cum now!" With an effort I tried to thrust with his speeded up thrusts, and filled my mind with her black flesh climaxing on top of me, bringing it back from its odd detachment of delaying orgasm, so that I managed to cum before her husband. He wasn't far behind though, and I can't describe the bizarre sensation of another guy's condom filling up against your own protected, and just finished ejaculating, hypersensitive cock. He withdrew immediately, obviously not liking the sensation much himself, and reluctantly she got off too so as to avoid any accidental spillages, but lay next to me breathing heavily.

"So, did I pass the audition?" I asked, once I'd recovered. Vanessa turned to her head to me, giving me a hard look.

"You passed the first part. How long before you'll be ready to go again?"

"Twenty minutes or so," I replied, not surprised that it wasn't over. Those 20 minutes were spent in a lengthy interrogation, which I answered as truthfully as I thought prudent. Almost to the second, when my twenty minutes we up she had her lips locked around my cock once more, but I didn't let this almost sterile, mechanical approach to sex turn me off. 

Although aching a little, I was soon hard for a second time and positioning myself, wearing a fresh condom, between Vanessa's legs and without any problems, sliding back inside her, this time with her on hands and knees. Had her legs been any longer I doubt I could have reached just kneeling, but instead she was the perfect height, and this the perfect position.

Her husband didn't think so though, making one of his few directions when he told me to get on my feet, placing them on the outside of her legs rather than inside, bending my knees and thrusting down into her cunt, as I had seen on countless porn movies. This position was very tiring, and rather impractical as I pulled right out more than once, but it did allow him to zoom right in on the action which was what he wanted. 

It also meant that she could squeeze her thighs together, tightening her pussy around my dick, which I couldn't object to. I was relieved, however, when she said she wanted to change position. For a quarter of an hour I was made to fuck her in various different positions, standing with her sat or lying on the bed, lying on top of her, on our sides with one of her legs in the air. I felt like we were going through a catalogue of sex positions, and I remember thinking once again how absurd most porn was when they changed position so often. And after all, that's what this was, porn, not real sex, but without any of the money pressure, so it was quite fun at least.

Eventually I was allowed to cum, this time on Vanessa's voluminous breasts - porn right down to the money shot! I've said before how gorgeous I think women look when they've been spunked on, and she was no exception, the whitish-translucent sticky mess standing out beautifully splashed over her big black breasts.

"So, what's the verdict Vanessa, does he pass the test?" Herman said, a dirty grin on his face.

"Hell yeah! With flying colours! I'd almost forgotten how much fun young guys could be, we should meet with them more often! So Jack, would you like to come to our next gangbang? It's next Friday night, there'll be about ten guys including you now, though the rest are all much older than you, I hope that's not a problem?"

"No, that's not a problem at all, although I'm afraid I won't be able to make it as I'll be leaving here on Thursday."

"Oh, that's such a shame! If you're ever back this way let us know, maybe we can arrange something especially for you. Damn! I was looking forward to us showing the regulars I could still get the young 'uns! Well, would you like a beer before you go?" Naturally, I couldn't refuse, exhausted as I was by the evening.

***

Saturday turned out to be a party night at the hostel, so I decided to turn down John's offer of a girl that night and socialise with my fellow backpackers. As well as missing out on what he claimed were two gorgeous lesbians doing each other for him and another guy, I also missed out on a another meeting with Juliet, as by the time my hangover had cleared on Sunday and John had managed to get me over there she had left, a new girl keeping him company. He had promised on the phone that this girl was even more adventurous though.

"This is Angelina," John said leading me to the couch. Angelina was a bit plumper than the other girls I met through John, in fact she was of a similar build to Annie who I met in St Petersburg, though with padding in slightly different places and a couple of inches shorter. Her face was round with a short nose bridged by glasses and framed by shoulder length hair bleached further than most to a very artificial and, on a Chinese girl, rather bizarre looking blonde. Apparently she was a university friend of Juliet, so must have been about the same age.

She beamed at me and stood up from the sofa, only just reaching past my nose, despite some deadly looking white stilettos she was wearing to match her white and obscenely short leather mini-skirt. This was the kinky slut John had been telling me about who loved to take it up the shitter. I greeted her, not bothering to disguise the way my eyes were drawn instinctively to her cleavage, accentuated by her boob tube - really, I was getting into some very bad lecherous habits here, it would take some effort to unlearn them later.

That day though, I could be as dirty-old-man-like as I wished, for Angelina was not there to practice her English for long, though she was surprisingly good, so clearly she was not just some bimbo. We'd been there barely five minutes before she was dragging me into the bedroom, tottering surprisingly fast on those heels, and pulling down my pants to suck at my cock, which had not had a chance to get aroused yet.

"Fuck my ass please," she said, once I was hard and she had shed the scanty clothing she wore, getting on the bed on her hands and knees, waving her big, round, fat buttocks at me. I slipped my hand between her thighs and up to her shaved pussy, feeling the spike of stubble as I pushed past and into a slimy wet, hot snatch. She moaned exaggeratedly at my touch, but I was not trying to masturbate her, in fact even if I didn't have other ideas there would be no need, she was already wet enough and from what I could tell loose and wide enough to take me.

All I wanted though was some of her juice on my fingers, which I now pulled out from their knuckle deep plunge. Dragging them over the skin below her front opening, I lay my wet forefinger on her puckered arse hole, pulling her cheeks apart with my free hand to get full access. Pushing in, I eased it inside her, getting a real gasp from her this time, her sphincter muscles tightening around my digit as I pushed it further in, then when I pulled out it at first seemed to be coming with my hand, as the finger was still gripped by it. I added a second finger, a bit rougher now that I knew she would raise no objections, then a third.

Had I not been having sex so frequently, I expect finger fucking a fat Chinese slapper's arse would have been enough to make me cum, but maybe I was being desensitised, because I had to start jerking off just to stay erect. John, meanwhile, had been undressing himself, and now passed me a condom, which I immediately unrolled on my shaft, and a tube of lubricant, which we definitely needed now as the limited lubrication from her juices had almost dried, so my hand thrusts met greater friction, even making it a bit hard to withdraw. Squeezing some over my cock, I smeared it over the shaft, and then put some more in her butt crack, sliding my fingers back in to spread it around thoroughly.

I continued to do this while I jerked off, a little more rigorously to get as hard as possible before moving forward to rest, or rather touch my head to its destination, as that was the angle it was standing to in any case. I used my thumb to push the head down through her greased anus, and then eased the rest of my length into the tight tunnel, turned on by Angelina's cries of "it's so big!" even if I doubted how genuine they were.

As it was only the previous weekend that I had first fucked a girl's arse, and I had known that it was not her first time, I didn't know how tight a virgin one would feel, but I would expect it to be tighter than this. Angelina's butt was only a bit tighter than some of the other girls' vaginas John introduced me to. There were no complaints from me though, as I slammed my hips repeatedly into her big buttocks, letting my gaze wander from my cock sliding in and out of the pink-rimmed hole between her wobbling cheeks, over her short back to her bleached hair and her rosy cheeks looking over her shoulder, until John grabbed her fringe to make her face forward and suck his cock. I grinned at him.

"This bitch is certainly as dirty as you told me," I said, perversely enjoying talking about the girl that way, even though I normally hated hearing others say it.

"Yeah," he said. "You're a total whore aren't you, Angelina?" The muffled grunt seemed to be an affirmation. I started to get into it, remembering how Annie had liked to be called a slut, I accompanied my insults with playful slaps, nothing too hard as I didn't want to hurt her, but enough to surprise her and make a nice loud sound.

"OK Jack," John said, pushing Angelina dismissively away to pull on a rubber of his own, "I want to fuck her too now. You wanna take my place?"

"Are you gonna fuck her arse or pussy?" I replied, still thrusting. "Cos I'd prefer to fuck either of those two holes really."

"Well, you're already in her ass, you'd have to change condom to go anywhere else. Anyway, I don't much like anal sex. I'm going on top though."

"OK," I agreed, and pulled out while we rearranged ourselves, me lying flat on the bed, Angelina lowering her bum back on my dick but still facing away from me. Then John knelt between both our spread legs and rammed straight in, thrusting hard and fast like a pneumatic drill, the shock of each entry going through Angelina to me.

To begin with this left little room for me to thrust at all, but once Angelina had settled and started to thrust up to meet thrusts or at least encourage them, I could start driving my pole up into her, though much slower than before. I made up for speed by reaching around and gripping both of the girl's breasts in my hands, pulling her top half down close to me to better grope her tits and hear her moans and cries from being fucked in two holes simultaneously.

John's face was contorted with concentration, and I thought he would cum fast, the way he was going, but he kept it up for what seemed like a long time, though this may have been because my position only really gave me enough stimulation to stay hard, despite this being the enactment of a long held fantasy of mine, and I'm sure many other guys.

"Finally!" I thought, when John's expression changed to the ecstasy of orgasm, accompanied by a sigh of relief, pulling Angelina closer to him as he came deep inside her. As soon as he had pulled out I moved my right hand down from her chest, first to arrange her more comfortably and encourage her to raise herself a bit higher on her legs to give me more room, and then to her cunt, slippery from all that action.




Webmeets Diary Ch. 07



I thrust up violently into her arse, and accompanied it with vigorous fingering in her front hole and more gently (despite my desire to treat her roughly as she seemed to want) rubbing her swollen clitoris. She seemed to like this, grinding her hips in a circular motion to encourage me, not that I needed it, as my enthusiasm had soon tipped us on to our sides. Here I could fuck her even harder, pushing my chest away from her back to get a better angle, and freeing my left hand to pull her hair, so I could see her face better, her glasses knocked askew.

In turn, she locked her thighs together and brought her knees up, her flesh tightening around my fingers and her sphincter squeezing me even more firmly. Predictably, in this position with her animalistic shrieks, I climaxed quickly, ramming deep inside her and stopping, allowing the contraction of her muscles to bring the full force of my orgasm out. I made sure to pull out before I softened even a little, as the tightness around my shaft now felt enough to pull any condom right off, especially one so full of spunk. To her surprise, I thanked Angelina with a deep, long kiss.

***

Of all the girls John managed to find for me, by far my favourite was one who went by the name of Britney (yes, many Chinese people pick their English name according to their favourite Western celebrity - I even met a "Pamela", who while she certainly didn't have boobs as huge as that name might suggest, was in my opinion far more beautiful and attractive). This may well be because she is the only one I met on my own, so I had more opportunity to relate to her, whereas with the others a meeting tended to consist of a short standard conversation to practice their English followed by them being spit-roasted by their host and honoured guest.

Monday night when I met Britney on the other hand, John slipped out of the apartment the moment I arrived, waving vaguely at the couch, saying he was late for an important business meeting and to enjoy myself, he would be back in a few hours. Bewildered both by the suddenness of his exit and his trust in me, whom he had after all only met the previous week, I turned to the couch. The girl seemed nervous, so I walked forward and extended my hand.

"My name's Jack, how are you?"

"Hi Jack, pleased to meet you," she had a strong, clipped Chinese accent, but otherwise spoke English confidently. "My name is Britney."

"Pleased to meet you Britney."

We sat down on the couch. She had obviously made an effort to look good for our meeting, wearing a dark red outfit of jacket and matching knee-length skirt, and I complimented her on it. She blushed, and nervously tucked her hair behind her small ears, sweeping it out of her face and looking at her shoes. She was my height, and looked about my age too, though I found out that she was a couple of years older.

Once we started chatting she became less shy, and I saw that though she wasn't as stunningly beautiful as a Chinese movie star, her more rounded features were still very pretty in other ways. Her English was very good, far better than most English teachers that I had met (for it turned out that was what she was), better even than the English professor. This meant we could talk for much longer about far more subjects, until the tea John had provided us with was getting cold. So involved was our conversation that I'd almost forgotten why we were meeting, and considering her shyness I was surprised she was the first to bring it up, particularly the way she did it.

"Do you really have a long cock?" she asked suddenly without warning.

"Huh? Oh, well, yes, it's a decent size ," I replied, nonplussed.

"Because I met with an African guy recently who said he had 6 inches but it turned out to be really four, and he was rubbish. I have a vibrator if I want shallow penetration."

"Yeah? What kind of vibrator?" Girl's toys have always fascinated me.

"It's called a rabbit. I can show you if you like."

"You have it with you?"

"I always have it with me," she replied without blushing, opened the handbag at her side and withdrew a pink cylinder to show me.

No doubt you have seen pictures of "the rabbit", it seems to be one of the most popular vibrators for women. I'll just jog your memory: it's the one shaped like a cock but with an extra arm that comes out at the base to stimulate the clitoris, with two "ears" that vibrate, and in this case rotating beads in the shaft that moved under the jelly skin while the head squirmed in a circular motion. I had never seen one up close before, and no I had found myself wishing I had the genitals to really appreciate it.

"Can I watch you using it?" I asked, handing it back.

"You want to watch me... doing it? On my own?"

"Yeah. Just for a bit. Then I promise you I'll fuck you as deep as I can."

"OK," she said after a moment's hesitation, and started to undress. I stopped her.

"Not here. Let's go into the bedroom."

I stood up and took her free hand, leading her to the bed like it was my own apartment. I switched the light on and closed the door to make it more intimate, then planted a kiss on her lips, softly at first, but she responded so my hands left hers and encircled her back, pulling her closer to me in a passionate embrace. Slowly, far slower than with any of my other partners, we began to undress each other, and I think we both felt there was a certain spark there. Who knows, if we had met under slightly different, less lustful circumstances, we might have fallen in love. Sex with Britney was certainly more tender and passionate than with any others so far.

Our clothes discarded and our bodies laid out on the bed, we continued our kiss, my hands exploring her naked body. Unlike many Chinese girls, she was not as thin as a rake, but nor was she as plump as Angelina or Annie. Instead there was what I consider a healthy amount of flesh - enough to both feel and look attractive, exemplified by her breasts that were a decent D cup but well formed, fitting delightfully in my hand as I squeezed gently, the erect nipple tickling my palm.

I moved naturally and instinctively, kissing down her neck to her breasts, which the hand on the back of my head told me she liked. I certainly did, my dick already hardening before I'd moved on to the next nipple. With the hand I wasn't leaning on, I pulled my foreskin back and forth, urging myself fully erect before I pulled away from Britney to kneel up, looking down on her.

"Is this big enough for you?" I asked, keeping one hand around my stiff seven inch. She smiled and nodded, turning on the vibrator she'd held in her hand throughout our foreplay, and brought it down to the dark hair of her pussy.

Thanks to my addiction to porn, I had naturally seen plenty of videos of girls pleasuring themselves, some more realistically than others, and at Patrick and Ai Ling's I had seen a women finger herself, not to mention some of the girls here in Shanghai. But as I knelt jerking off, watching Britney tease herself with her toy, was something different.

To begin with she simply held the vibrating arm in her hair, lifting it or lowering it closer to her as she wished. Then she pressed a button and the sound changed, so I guessed the speed must have been turned up, and she changed the angle from the full length against her crotch to just the wriggling head that she moved slowly between her lips and the area around her clitoris, though never touching it. Her hairs glistening now, so she must have been getting wet.

With her other hand she pulled her pussy lips apart, brushing hairs out of the way as she did so, and with another change in vibration speed that made her gasp softly, she began to insert it, but only the head, then withdrew it. Each time it went in a little further, until with two inches in she withdrew it again and rubbed it around the edges, moaning. All the while I had just been using my foreskin to masturbate, but now I spat on my palm for lubrication, going slowly though as I didn't want to go too far, there wouldn't be time for a second go tonight if I came early.

With a little cry she slid the whole length inside her, so that the clitoris stimulating arm was level with its intended destination, then she twisted slightly and it was resting lightly next to the swollen mound of flesh. When she began bucking with her hips and her moans had become constant, I once more bent down to lick her still hard nipples, caressing her hair with my right hand and stroking her thigh with my right, letting her continue to pleasure herself as she was clearly the expert, but brushing my cock against her side. A hand grabbed it firmly, and the vibrator was withdrawn, its buzzing silenced.

"Fuck me Jack," she whispered, pulling me from her breasts. "Fuck me deep. Now!"

I fumbled for the packet of condoms I'd seen on the bedside table, but couldn't find it. Britney reached across and pulled a pack from her handbag. They were a brand I didn't know, with dots to "enhance her pleasure" according to the packet. I took one out and got it on fast, then got between her legs. I paused, rubbing my shaft across her wet slit to make sure it was ready, and gives me time to think. I had glanced at various sex guides but never very closely, but now I needed a position that would allow me to go deep. Various diagrams and photos flitted through my mind, and I thought I had the general idea.

"You want me to fuck you deep Britney?" I asked and she nodded impatiently. "OK, let's try like this. Lift your legs up. Higher, right to my shoulders. OK, let me know if it's too deep."

Britney had to push my dick down into her hole, as my hands were busy holding her ankles, but once inside the going was easy. I held her legs up and spread, lifting her butt on to my kneeling legs, and leaning forward. She gasped and bit her lip, so I presumed it was going as deep as she wanted it. It was a bit of a strange angle, one I would not have thought practical, as I had little room to thrust, but once I started to lean even further forward, lifting all her lower back off the bed and kneeling up I could thrust down and deep.

There was the added bonus of my view of the action being unobstructed, though this time I only snatched a few glances, concentrating instead on Britney's face, flushing red. I let go of her ankles first, grabbing her legs lower down, then with her legs still over my arms, I put them either side of her. This kept her cunt wide and easy to penetrate, so I could come very far out and still slam deep back into her, the position of her legs allowing me to go so far in the shaved area above my cock was slapping into her clitoris, smearing vaginal juice on me.

Britney was essentially trapped this way, barely able to move her legs other than between resting on my shoulders or on my upper arms, and her arms were also limited in movement, although she could use her hands to encourage me to keep fucking her. She was not overly noisy, but the sounds that did escape her, sighs, gasps and moans, were highly erotic. Whether she could feel the raised dots on the rubber, I never found out, but actually they enhanced the pleasure for me.

Suddenly she began arching her back, such as she could, her expression contorting more, and from the contraction around my cock, I guessed she must be cumming. It was such a relief, as I had been withholding mine for about as long as I could, that I moaned loudly in gratitude and felt myself erupt, pushing down and in one last time, arching my back to get it as far in as possible, as I felt jet after jet of semen shoot out of my cock to drown the head inside the johnny.

Carefully, remaining inside her, I disentangled our limbs, and lowered myself to kiss her, panting. Arms squeezed me tight, and legs wrapped around me in a full body hug. We lay together for sometime, talking softly and tenderly, promising to meet again the next day, although at her place rather than here, as she didn't want to be shared with John. We stayed until John walked in on us with a girl of his own, having returned from his meeting, so, giggling, Britney and I got dressed and left together. The following night is one I still treasure, and the memory still occasionally makes me consider returning to China, but for that reason this is not the place for me to share it

***

Wednesday, my last full day in Shanghai, I spent doing more tourist stuff, although I was rapidly loosing interest in them, but the day was made to drag on even longer by John, who phoned me to say he had found some girls for that evening and to drop by his place around six. For the rest of the day I could think of little else, and ended up arriving ten minutes earlier.

"Hi Jack," John answered the door. "You're early! Juliet isn't here yet, but you can meet two new girls, I picked them up today at the university. They don't speak so good English, but want to practice."

I entered the room and saw two very young and slightly nervous looking girls sit together on the couch clutching cups of tea.

"Are you sure they're over 18?" I asked him quietly, finding it hard to believe.

"Yeah, sure, I've seen their ID, you can check too if you want. Why, are they too young?"

"No, no, they're very pretty, I was just checking." I turned to them. "Hi, my name is Jack, what are your names?" I addressed them now, smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring manner.

"I am tswaylee and this is my friend tswaytsway," the one on the left replied, blushing while the other giggled nervously, hiding her face in her hands and peeping through her fingers.

The one who spoke had a typically Chinese "moon face" with quite a short nose, framed by silky black hair down to her neck, while the other girl had a delicate, quite stunningly pretty face, very innocent looking, with her long black hair in two loose pigtails that were draped over each shoulder of her lime green jacket. Both were very petite, almost a foot shorter than me, though the one on the left looked a little taller than her friend, and wore fashionable looking jeans and tops.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," I replied, and there followed several minutes of much laughter and confusion as I tried to pronounce their names, until John took pity on me and wrote them out in pinyin, the standardised phonetic spelling of Chinese: Cui Cui and Cui Li, pronounced more or less as written above. I now appreciated why so many Chinese people chose to have an English name, a stage which it seemed these two hadn't yet reached in their English education. By the time I managed to pronounce them in a way they could recognise, Juliet had arrived and was flirting with John.

Cui Cui was the first to notice my boner, suddenly smiling and reaching out with her small hand to trace the shape through my jeans with her thumb and forefinger. I raised my eyebrows.

"You like that do you?" They both burst into a fit of giggles. Cui Li reached out too and forced her face into a serious expression.

"What is it called?"

"This? It's a cock."

"Cock?" And they both started giggling again. It was infectious, and rather than make me nervous was a real turn on.

"I like to eat cock." Cui Cui managed to get out, blushing and giggling some more.

"No, that would be painful," I corrected. "You should say 'I like to suck cock'. Go on."

"I like to suck cock," they said in unison, and even I was laughing now. "I want to suck your cock," Cui Li tried.

"OK, I said. I stood up, dropped my trousers and pants, and turned to face them, both flushed and still giggling, their eyes wide and suddenly shy and nervous again. But Cui Li seemed to get a grip of herself, and reached her hand out to touch my naked, erect dick. Her fingers were cold and thin, making my penis look even bigger in comparison. They exchanged some words in Chinese, and the other girl also started to touch it, moving next to her friend. They weren't laughing now, though they were still smiling gorgeous dimpled smiles. Cui Li kissed it first, giggling and then they both did, at the base of the shaft.

I started to play with their hair, Cui Cui's long silky hair running through the fingers of one hand, Cui Li's brushing against the palm of the other. Despite her innocent face it became clear that Cui Cui was the more experienced and adventurous of the two, being the first to take the head in her mouth and the first to remove her top and get her tits out, though her friend was far from unwilling in following her lead.

They seemed to enjoy sucking, and I certainly enjoyed watching, but that wasn't all I wanted that day, so I pushed them away gently and squeezed between them on the sofa after removing my t-shirt. As I turned to give Cui Cui a kiss, I caught sight of John having his own cock sucked by Juliet, but with two nubile little minxes of my own to play with, it didn't draw my attention. Their lips were soft and yielding, letting my tongue invade them, and I did my best to let my hands wander equally over them both, resisting the temptation to lavish all my time on Cui Cui. 

Their nipples were already hard, their breasts fitting perfectly in my hands, though it seemed Cui Li was too sensitive to enjoy having her nipples licked directly, flinching when I tried, so I concentrated on other parts of her chest. My hands wandered ever downwards, stroking their thighs through their jeans, and I was surprised when both gave an immediate, automatic thrusting reaction.

Intent on not letting Cui Li feel put off by the presence of her more attractive friend, I started to remove her jeans first, but Cui Cui immediately dropped hers. I was now in something of an uncomfortable, hunched position, licking their C cup breasts and kissing both of them alternately. My attention was drawn more to the smooth touch of their bare skin under my fingers, stroking up their inner thighs to the borders of their pubic hair, Cui Li's coming sooner as she was not trimmed like her friend to hide her black curls when wearing a bikini.

Cui Cui grabbed my dick and started jerking me off, so I decided to up the ante too, meshing my fingers into their bushes. Both were pretty wet, although I was surprised to find that it was Cui Li who was the wettest, juice practically dripping out of her vagina. With my middle and ring fingers I lightly stroked up their vulva lips, sensing the subtle differences in shape and texture between the two, using the moisture for lubrication and pleased when I noticed more was coming. Already they were both moaning and sighing, no longer attempting to speak any English, and they were so cute, the scent of their pussies so tempting, that I decided I had to taste them.

As they were sitting side by side I had to first get them to move the two legs that were touching or I would not be as able to flit between each of them very quickly, nor could I finger the one not feeling my tongue. They obligingly followed the directions of my hands even if they didn't understand my words, settling into a cute meshed position with each girl's leg held up by the other's hand under her knee. Now I began to lick through their hair to their clitoris, starting with Cui Cui since her friend was already so wet.

I inserted my middle fingers in each of their cunts, sliding them both in and out even if I could be licking them both at once. They taste different, both to each other and to others I had tasted, though I am at a loss to describe them. I was gentle, wanting this to just be foreplay, but I continued to swap between them as from the tightness around my fingers I knew they would need to be very wet if I was to avoid hurting them.

Once I could slide two fingers in and out of each of them, I was satisfied, and pulled on a condom. Kneeling up, I pulled Cui Li forward a little by her waist, and carefully began to enter, watching her face for any sign of pain. It was a tight fit, but not as tight as I had expected once I was all the way inside her. I began to thrust in and out, her friend watching beside her and murmuring something in Chinese.




Webmeets Diary Ch. 08



Note to the reader: In this diary I have told the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I've done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter, chapters 1 to 4 and 6 to 7 feature homosexual scenes, as well as bi and heterosexual scenes.

*

When I arrived in Hong Kong from Shanghai on Thursday evening, I decided fairly quickly that I couldn't afford to stay there long as it was so much more expensive than the rest of China. I would just spend the weekend and however long it took me to get my new visa, then leave.

Luckily, I'd already arranged a meeting with the one member of the adult personals site there who had remained in contact with me, although that contact had only consisted of exchanging a few brief emails and photos. They were a gay couple, a younger local guy called Jason, a couple of years older than me and his forty-five year old British boyfriend Mark. Apparently Jason preferred white guys and to be 'bottom' while Mark younger Asians and to be 'top', so they were perfectly matched.

As with others, we'd arranged to go for dinner, this time on the Friday night as thought I'd be feeling too exhausted from my activities in Shanghai. I was glad I had the extra day to recover from the last night there, get back in the mood for guys after so many girls, and also manage to find time to shave the stubble on my crotch before going to meet them. 

They were a handsome looking couple, Jason a little shorter than me and of similar build with a cute, slightly effeminate face and short black hair, while Mark was over six feet tall, clearly fit and good looking for his age with light brown hair and a goatee beard. They kindly paid for the meal at quite a decent looking restaurant, and I must have made a good impression because they invited me back to their place. It was in an apartment on the peninsular Kowloon, but a little while out on the bus from the central area with budget accommodation where I was staying. I was a little worried about being able to catch the bus back, as they'd said in emails that they didn't like people to stay the night, but they assured me there was a night bus, and anyway the taxis weren't too expensive.

"So what would you guys like to do tonight?" I asked as soon as we were inside. Shanghai had got rid of any tendencies I used to have for beating about the bush.

"I would like you to fuck me," Jason replied, apparently even more used to being frank in this way. "Mark will film, is that OK?"

"That sounds great" I replied. I was a little disappointed that we would not be having group sex straight away, as I had waited a long time to be with two guys at once, but there were going to be a few opportunities so I thought it best to let my hosts decide first before making any requests of my own. Not that the prospect of fucking that cute Asian arse while his older, white boyfriend filmed us didn't excite me, quite the opposite, as despite having been with a number of men, I tended to be "bottom" rather than "top". So we all went into the bedroom where Jason and I stripped off in front of Mark and his video camera, and got on to the bed.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, unsure of how intimate he wanted to get in the presence of his lover, and ignoring the irony that I had been asked the same question by a few of the guys I'd met in the UK.

"Sure," was the reply, so we did, shuffling closer until our semi-erect cocks bumped together. I closed my eyes and put my arms about him, thrusting my tongue far into his mouth, and gripping his buttocks, pulling his crotch to press close to mine, while he acted more passively, caressing my butt cheeks but nothing more. I cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, finding them bald, though here I could tell it was from shaving whereas the rest of his body was naturally hairless apart from a small patch of curly black hair that he'd left above his cock.

Once more, as in Shanghai, here was no evidence of Asian guys being smaller than Caucasians, as my hand next encountered a hard dick only an inch or less shorter than my own, and not much thinner. I wanted to taste it, so I broke the kiss, pushing him back and kissing down his chest, inhaling his scent, a deodorant similar to James' I realised, remembering my frequent trips to get buggered by him fondly. Down I went and hummed with satisfaction at my first taste of cock for nearly two weeks. I sucked greedily, bent over so my own hard-on pressed against my stomach, Jason leaning right back on his hands.

"I wanna suck yours," he said, after a few minutes. "Can we 69?"

I just rolled over as a response, barely releasing him from my mouth as I got on to my back, feeling it slap wetly across my nose when it did slip out and pulling him straight back in once I was comfortable, even before he'd knelt up and bent over to attend to me. First I felt his hands playing with my balls, then his tongue on the shaft: he was a pro, no doubt there. Meanwhile I continued to suck at his head, wrapping my arms around his waist and hips to pull him down on me, and beginning to play with his hole. I was glad to discover it was hairless, tracing around the outline of the puckered muscles, and even forcing a finger inside it. But he was so good I had to break the mutual oral sex just to prevent myself cumming too soon.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you," I said, pulling myself up as he knelt back, apparently disappointed.

"I do, are you ready then?"

"Yeah, have you got some lube and a condom?" Mark passed both these to me, silently, as his partner got comfortable on his hands and knees. I remember being surprised that Mark was still fully clothed, and remained so the whole time I was there, just quietly videoing the proceedings and not jerking off to them, although I could see a sizable bulge in his trousers. I didn't worry about it though, pulling on the johnny and spreading the silicon gel over it, then smearing the cute little arse in front of me with it.

He really was very skinny, as skinny as me, and despite him not being much shorter, I expected him to be much tighter than the other two bums I'd had the pleasure to fuck. I was a bit surprised therefore to find that once my fingers were lubricated, three of them slipped in very easily straight away, and a fourth presented no problems either, though it was a snug fit. Clearly they really did tend to stick to their roles, if such a small guy was this loose.

Kneeling behind him, I slid inside very easily, although it didn't feel like a vast cave as I had feared, but a very comfortable fit. He was also deep, not flinching when I buried myself to my balls in him, so I began thrusting enthusiastically with no fear of hurting him. To my relief this didn't resurrect the orgasm I'd suppressed earlier, so I was able to bugger him for a good while in this position, watching my dick slide in and out of his sphincter and listening to his sighs.

He gradually became less passive, thrusting back, so I bent over him, kissing the back and side of his neck, and he pushed himself up, pressing his back to my chest so our lips could meet. Since we kept losing our balance as he wanted to touch himself, I pulled out so we could rearrange ourselves with him on his back, his legs held up to his chest by his own hands while I made the initial penetration, and then by mine as I leant over him, fucking him as I had fucked so many girls' pussies the previous week, and finding the tightness of his experienced arse not dissimilar as he was spread wide.

I released his legs and he wrapped them around my back, pulling me down to kiss him once more. This limited my thrusts a bit, but brought our bodies closer, the skin above my cock touching his balls with every entry, and his sticky cock slapping frequently into my stomach to leave drops of precum as he jerked off. The pressure in my balls was starting to creep back in, so I changed to a slower pace and longer strokes. Staring into his flushed, gasping face didn't help though, so I didn't think I could delay much longer.

"Are you ready to cum?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, make me cum Jack!"

I knelt up and grabbed some more lube into my left palm, then leant back over him, on my right arm, oblivious to Mark filming us but unwittingly providing a great view for him. My wet hand closed around his firm cock and I began pumping it furiously, in time to my hard ramming of his butt, letting his hands roam freely over my body, managing to reach around and press a finger from each hand on my own sphincter.

He yelled suddenly, arching his back, and I felt hot droplets of semen spraying my chest. I kept wanking him, feeling it spurting out over my hand, and arrived at a climax myself, slamming deep inside him as I ejaculated into the condom, suddenly aware of his muscles relaxing and contracting around me. I groaned in satisfaction, squeezing some more sticky ooze from his dick before releasing it to free my hand to help safely extract my own from his hole. He lay panting, and with a last burst of lust before the post-orgasmic chill set in, I started licking his cum from his chest, then slumped beside him, grinning.

"That was great!" I said, and he grinned too.

"Yep, that was pretty good. I almost wish Mark didn't want to have you tomorrow, but we can have fun Sunday, for sure."

"Why what's the plan for the weekend? You hadn't told me."

Mark sat down on the bed, turning the camera off and speaking for the first time since we entered the room: "Well, you didn't give us anything in particular you wanted to do, so we decided tonight you would fuck Jason, since he loves to be fucked by white guys, then tomorrow night I would fuck you, and I'm quite dominant in bed, I hope you don't mind?"

"No, quite the opposite," I replied.

"Excellent. Then we thought Sunday we can all have fun together, since we're going away next week so won't have any more time after that. That sound good to you?"

"Definitely! It's a shame you're going away then, I'd love to have more than just three evenings, but can't be helped I guess. Shall I come straight here tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that seems like a good idea. About 9?"

***

Jason opened the door, the video camera already running and in his hand.

"You came!" he said, as if surprised.

"Of course," I said.

"Mark's in the kitchen waiting." I went ahead of him into the kitchen, where Mark was indeed waiting, still in a suit, which made him look even taller than his 6 feet. He seemed to be wearing a sour expression, and I wondered if something was wrong. He offered me a glass of water, which I took, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as he continued to glare at me. My eye was caught by something on the counter, and I saw it was the tube of lubricant and some condom, and I understood: he wanted to fuck me here, in the kitchen, and the gruff manner was just part of his dominant act. I relaxed inside, but tried not to show it, finishing my water.

"Finished?" he asked me. I nodded. "Then what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off."

Hurriedly I did so, fumbling a little here and there, but soon standing stark naked on the cold white tiles before this business man in his forties, videoed by his younger Asian toyboy. He regarded me critically, then undid his flies, but not the top button, and the buttons on the front of his boxers and reached inside, so that his limp dick and shaved balls hung out of his trousers.

My jaw dropped a little and my eyes widened: I had never seen a dick this big when soft, it looked almost as big and thick as mine was when hard! Sure, in porn I'd seen dicks that big, but never in real life, they'd never been significantly bigger than my seven inches when full, and often were less. My heart was beating faster even before he said: "On your knees. Lick it."

I obeyed, the hard cold tiles immediately uncomfortable, but I ignored it, fascinated, reaching for his penis.

"I didn't say touch it!" he said sharply, making me look up startled. "No hands, just mouth."

This was a challenge. I clasped both hands behind my back, and extended my tongue, licking the wrinkled foreskin covering the head. He smelled as all guys do after keeping their privates stuffed into hot underpants all day, and it made my cock twitch with its sweet scent.

I lifted the weight of it on to my tongue, bending further forward, then licked down the shaft to his big balls tracing all around them. I unclasped my hands to support myself on the cupboard behind him, and added my mouth to the proceedings, dragging my wet lips over his skin and then taking his flaccid cock in my mouth, circling around the head with my tongue, and sensing that it was starting to swell when I slurped at it. The tip of my tongue found its way under the foreskin to the smooth head, pushing it back as it became stretched by the swelling size of what it covered.

It continued to grow, filling my mouth and making me salivate a great deal, and when I finally released him it sprung up, almost taking my eye out. It was easier to lick the front of the shaft which was now hard, and though I'm not great at judging size, as it reminded me so much of my dildo at home I guess it must have been over nine inches long and two inches thick at the thickest.

I understood now why Jason's arse had been so loose, and instead began to wander how it wasn't just a gaping hole if it had this monster in it on a regular basis. My own erection, which I was normally so proud of, and which had already filled up just from sucking his and the drips of saliva that landed around my crotch, seemed so small and puny by comparison.

"That's good, you can use you hands now," Mark said, undoing the button on his pants and dropping them to his ankles.

He left me to disentangle his Calvin Klein boxers from his erect dick, pulling them down his hairy legs to his feet. The stiff shaft felt good in my hands as I slowly massaged it whilst sucking on his shaved balls, but even better when I guided it back into my mouth and tried to deep throat it. 

I gagged, pulling away to catch my breath, leaving a string of saliva from my bottom lip, then had to brace myself against his strong legs when he became impatient and pulled me back to his crotch. Wet cock slapped against my cheek as I struggled to get my lips around it once more, then I began sucking in earnest, bobbing up and down on it, massaging the shaft and ball with my hands. It was so big! Only a third would actually fit in my mouth, but it tasted and felt so good I could ignore my tongue aching, and would have loved to suck it until it disgorged gallons of cum down my throat. However, when I started to reach behind and grip his firm arse, a playful finger prodding at his hole then finally pushing inside, he seemed to have had enough, and pushed me away.

"Stand up," he ordered, and I did so, taking a step back so he had room to take his shoes off and step out of his trousers.

He kept his black socks on, presumably to keep his feet warm on the tiles as mine were already quite cold, but took his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was taking his time, and I felt a bit silly and exposed, standing naked with a hard-on in a fully lit kitchen with big windows, even if we were on a the 12th floor. For being over forty he was in pretty good shape, not a bodybuilder by any stretch, but his stomach barely bulged, his chest was well defined beneath its pelt of curly hair, and his arms were pretty thick from working out. Carefully he folded his shirt and tie over a chair and then began pulling on a condom. Unfurled all the way, it still only came to about an inch above the base.

"Turn around and bend over."

I obeyed, trembling with excitement, facing the worktop that looked out over the rest of the kitchen where the table was, and gripping the marble-effect surface to balance.

"Don't look around!" he said sharply as I strained to look over my shoulder, so reluctantly I turned my gaze to the front. Some cold lubricant trickled between my buttocks, and I shivered, and then sighed as I felt one of his fingers, about twice the size of mine, spread it around my hole.

When it slipped inside I closed my eyes, concentrating entirely on the digit prodding through my sphincter and I whispered a gentle "yeah", glad that two weeks previously I'd had Patrick in there to loosen me up a bit, since otherwise it would have been about 4 months since anything bigger than my finger had invaded that way, and I would probably have been too tight for him. Already I assumed he would have to slowly ease me open with more and more fingers, so I was a bit surprised when that one finger was withdrawn to be replaced with the unmistakable feel of a rubber coated cock pressed to my puckered hole.

"OK Jack, you said you liked to be fucked as well as to fuck, let's see how you really like your man-meat up the shitter."

I cried out in pain as he forced his hard, thick cock in, straining as hard as I could to dilate my muscles and ease the strain on them, but he didn't wait for me to adjust, plunging deeper and deeper into me, not fast, just at in inexorable rate, stretching my sphincter to the limit. For a horrifying moment I thought he might go as deep as I had with a cucumber once, that had given me a sharp pain when it hit somewhere delicate in my bowels, but before it reached that point his legs were pressed firmly against my buttocks. He stopped and I released the breath I'd been holding, panting with the dull pain of stretched skin and muscles, but nothing unbearable. I realised how tightly I'd been gripping the counter, and relaxed it, so blood could return to the skin around my knuckles.

"Tight little twink aren't you?" Mark said mockingly. "I thought you said you'd been fucked before, who by, pixies?"

"No one as big as you," I gasped, and then: "Oh shit that feels so good!" The pain was already fading, so I could enjoy the sensation of being truly filled, and for once by a real, hot, live cock.

"You like it huh? You little twink brat! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk! Would you like that huh? Would you?"

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me please!"

"Call me sir!"

"Fuck me sir! Oh, please fuck me sir!"

His cock lying so still inside me was driving me wild with frustration. A moan escaped my lips as he pulled slowly out, then he slammed back into me pulling me towards him by my hips. I'm not normally noisy during sex, but that night I couldn't help it, the pounding that huge dick gave me was just so great. He didn't thrust particularly fast to begin with keeping his strokes long and deep, but so hard it would have been difficult keeping my hands on their handholds if I could concentrate, so under the circumstances it was nigh on impossible. With his wands to firmly around my waist though, there was no danger of me losing balance.

As we slowly moved forward thanks to his powerful banging of my arse, I found it was easier to grip the far side of the counter, bending right over to rest my chest on the cool surface, and only pushing back enough to stop my hips or thighs banging painfully into the edge. My own dick swung wildly with the shockwaves of each thrust, swinging freely in the air and flicking precum at the cupboard below the counter, leaving a residue, which I saw afterwards built up to such an amount it dribbled the whole way down the cupboard. Suddenly to my disappointment, Mark pulled out without warning.

"Get on the table," he said, the authority in his voice tempered by his apparent breathlessness, and as I climbed up on the wooden surface I saw that he was flushed, though it was nothing compared to how I felt. "No, on your back. I want to watch you cum, but you mustn't touch yourself."




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The wood stuck to my sweaty back, and it was hard, but there was room for me to lie out fully where there wasn't on the counter. I longed to grip my dick tightly in my hands and wank myself to ejaculation with him inside me, but I obeyed his instructions and instead brought my knees up to my chest, keeping my hands occupied holding them in place.

As soon as I was ready he slid back inside, standing at the head of the table as he impaled me. In this position the upward angle of his cock rubbed even harder on my prostate, keeping me forever on the verge of an orgasm. By now my arse had got used to his huge schlong, so there was no pain, and in fact I longed for it to feel tighter, clenching my sphincter for greater friction. Still he fucked me, his face contorted in concentration, and still I didn't climax, no matter how he changed his speed or depth. 

Finally he grabbed both my legs, keeping them together across his chest and over his shoulder, so that I could clench my buttocks as he slammed his dick in and out of the resisting tunnel between them. To keep myself from sliding I gripped the edges of the table behind my head and within a minute of being fucked like this, I came. It was as powerful as any orgasm I'd ever had with anal stimulation, but some how different, more intense, due to the lack of any stimulation of my dick. The ejaculation was completely uncontrolled, flicking semen all over my stomach and chest as Mark's pounding continued.

It lasted a long time, longer than any other orgasm I remember, and it was slower to fade away than usual, so I was still in a state of euphoria when I heard Mark announce he was going to cum. So I didn't really understand the significance of him pulling out until he had dragged me off the table and pushed me to my knees once more, pulling back my head by my hair, and shoving his swollen dick, still smelling of latex from the condom now crumpled on the floor, into my stunned mouth.

Catching on, I started sucking it, but he pulled it out again almost immediately, jerking at it furiously and letting out a groan, as the first jet of spunk shot straight out of the end to splatter on my nose, thick warm semen slithering down my face to join the second one, which landed on my top lip. The next two did actually land on my tongue, coating it with the salty-sweet taste and joined by the first two once they had slid down that far. But the rest, and there was a lot, he seemed to purposefully direct away from my mouth, so that I had to close my eyes. I wasn't sure that he was finished until the big head was pushed into my mouth again, the last few spasm squeezing some drops of ooze out for me to taste. 

"Aw, yeah, that looks so hot!" I head Jason exclaim, and opened my eyes, or at least one and a half, as I could still feel some drops on my left eyelid. He was filming my cum splattered face very closely, so I gave a final suck of the massive, but softening cock, and pulled away, grinning at him.

"It feels pretty hot too," I said, then added as an after thought. "And tastes good!"

"Wow, we have to do this to you again on tomorrow, would you like that?"

"Yeah! I love playing with cum!"

I started to scrape the spunk off my face and into my mouth with my fingers while it was still warm, and even some of my own from my chest. Jason filmed it all, and even when I got up and washed the rest off at the sink. Mark was pretty relaxed now, dropping his dominant manner, and pulled me to him for a passionate kiss before releasing me to clean the rest off. I went to the bathroom to clean up properly, and when I came back I found Mark sucking Jason's cock, but I wasn't invited to join in.

"You're still OK for tomorrow then Jack?" He said, as if all Mark was doing was making some tea.

"Yeah, of course," I said.

"Come a bit earlier, at six. I'll let you show yourself out."

They ignored me while I dressed. I considered staying to watch, but decided since they hadn't asked, I was meant to leave, so I did.

***

At 6pm on Sunday, as we'd arranged, I turned up at their door, already a bit jittery with excitement as I wondered what they had in store for me that night, our final night, which they had promised would be a full threesome rather than just sex with one of them in front of the other. Mark opened the door and smiled, his dominant play acting from last time not yet having taken over.

"Hi Jack," he greeted me. "Come in, come in! We've been waiting for you, tonight's going to be even more fun than last time!"

He shut the door and led me into the bedroom where Jason was already stripping off, apparently changing from his work clothes.

"Oh," he said when he saw me, pausing in his tight blue boxers, "Hi Jack, how are you? I guess there's no point putting clothes on again now you're here." We kissed in greeting, electricity already in the air. 

"So what would you like to do tonight Jack?" Mark asked, also getting undressed, which I took as a sign that I should too. "Anything you particularly want to do?"

"Well, I said, not knowing where to begin. "I've never been spit-roasted, you know, sucked and been fucked at once, which looks like it would be hot, but then so does being sucked by someone being fucked or fucking a sucker, or fucking whilst being fucked...Really, I don't think I'll be disappointed whatever we do."

"Especially if we both cum on your face at the end, eh?" Jason said, now with his dick out, laughing. "We'll see where passion takes us then. Are you ready hon?" He spoke to Mark who had got a camera tripod ready and was now checking the video camera while we stood waiting, playing with each other's stiffening cocks.

"OK, ready to rumble! How about we start with a blowjob each from our guest?"

Obediently I sank to my knees, holding Jason's dick with my right hand, and reaching for Mark's still soft dick with the other as he approached, camera in hand. I took the smaller Asian dick in my mouth, as big as his lover's soft penis despite being nearly fully erect, and began the usual ritual of licking and sucking, massaging the shaft at the same time, and copying the hand motions with my left hand, coaxing Mark's to stand up too.

It didn't take long for Jason to be fully hard, so I changed to just using my hands on his, freeing my mouth to lick the even more tempting cock to my left. Despite having experienced it intimately the day before, its size still filled me with awe and excitement as it gradually filled out and extended under my dedicated tongue, and there was nothing fake in the expressions of delight I gave the camera.

Trailing saliva, I switched back to Jason, not wanting to let him soften, and also enjoying the feel of sliding my hand up and down the whole length of Mark's, slick with my spit. When I got bored of turning my head each time I wanted the other cock, I pulled them closer together, until they were touching, and then tried to cram them both in my mouth at once. The heads managed to fit, making my cheeks bulge, but I couldn't do much like that, even breathing was difficult, so I settled for just licking around both at once.

"OK Jack," Mark said, gently pushing my head away. "I want to fuck you tight little ass again now, so get up on the bed like a good little bitch Are you ready yet Jase?"

"I think I'll be alright for the moment Mark," he replied, "unless your tongue's getting tired Jack?"

"I can suck you cock for a while yet," I said, as I got up, climbing on to the bed on hands and knees. Jason also came on with me, kneeling up and leaning back against the wall behind so I could resume sucking his penis while his boyfriend was still attaching the camera to its tripod, then pulled on a condom and picked up the lube.

That time he did spend time preparing my arse by inserting his fingers one by one, coating the rim completely with lube. I pushed back on his hand, encouraging him to finger fuck me, but I soon felt his hot cock, slick with gel, sliding over my buttocks and then invading my sphincter, a feeling so good I moaned on the cock in my mouth.

The initial penetration still ached a little, but much less that the first time, so I stopped forcing myself to relax, hoping for some extra friction. Once he began fucking I changed my sucking technique to a simpler one of simply bobbing my head up and down, which involved less concentration and could be done to the rhythm of the dick sliding in and out of my arse. I loved this combination, I could even play with myself a little, but, inevitably I suppose, we didn't stay like this to the end.

"Are you hard Jack?" Jason said. "Or do you need some help before you enter me?"

"I'm pretty hard already Jason," I replied, and gasped as Mark gave an extra hard thrust, and stayed inside me. Meanwhile Jason had used the opportunity to turn around, presenting me with his cute pert butt.

"Then fuck me please Jack! I want to feel your dick in me again!"

Mark passed me a condom and the lubricant, keeping still inside me and holding me steady around the waist while I pulled the rubber sheath on. As I knelt up to do this, Jason shuffled back so he had room to bend over and lean on his arms as I had previously been positioned. I squeezed some of the silicon gel into the palm of my hand and put the tube aside, rubbing my hands together then using one to coat my dick. I used the other to spread it between Jason's buttocks, poking one finger inside him, but now I knew the size of what usually went up there, not feeling any obligation to loosen him. My left hand on his hip, I pulled him closer and pushed my cock in his arse with my right hand.

I was given until I was all the way inside before Mark started fucking me again, going slowly at first so I could get into my stride shoving my dick up his boyfriend's arse, but then speeding up. He must have felt me trembling from the pressure of doing this, because he slammed all the way inside me again and reached around me to pull Jason closer to me so I was all the way up his too.

"I think we'll all be more comfortable on our sides," he said, and slowly guided us all down to lie that away. He released us, shifted himself a bit and began fucking me with renewed energy. I tried to do the same, propping my right leg up and pulling at Jason's hips, but it was hard to thrust fully when Mark was holding on to my waist, though I eventually managed to get into some kind of rhythm. All three of us were panting and grunting, sweat dripping off our bodies as we strove to satisfy ourselves, two of us by fucking the arse in front of us and Jason by beating off.

Unsurprisingly, given I was being fucked by a massive cock and anally fucking an Asian twink, I came first, the orgasm springing on me too fast to delay it. I grabbed at Jason for support, crying out as Mark carried on fucking me, harder now I wasn't a moving target. It felt as though my crotch was having a seizure, the feeling was so intense, and I had to push back at Mark to stop him when it actually became painful, I was so sensitive.

They weren't going to stop now though when they were already so aroused, so I found myself being pulled off the bed and sat on the floor leaning against it while two cocks, one sticky with precum and the other with condom lube, were thrust into my unresisting mouth and wanked in my face. Somehow in the frenzy Jason had thought to take the camera from its tripod, so as the climax faded away, I found myself looking into the lens. 

Mark came first, though not by much, the sight of me having semen sprayed on my face apparently setting Jason off, though I only knew this from their gasps as I closed my eyes straight away. Cum rained down on my face, dripping into my open mouth, and some running down my neck. I always thought it looked hot in porn when a line of men spunked on someone's face, and thought it would be fun to be that person too, but now I knew.

I was not disappointed, though it felt sticky and almost glued my eyes shut, the smell and taste of semen was enough to get me hard again. When they were done I just sat there, slowly licking the cum from my lips, then scraping it from other parts of my body with my fingers and sucking my fingers, wiping my eyes. I tried opening them, but only one would, so a carefully got up, the condom still dangling half on my dick, and walked to the bathroom to wash off properly while the two lovers kissed on the bed.

I came back to find that they were still kissing, and for while I watched from the doorway, unsure whether I was expected to just go as last time or what. I decided not to unless they told me to, and moved closer. Their kisses were progressing from soft and loving to more aggressively passionate, as each played with the other's balls, raising them gradually back up to full erection. I noticed that I had moved into the frame of the camera, and was just standing on the edge of its view, absentmindedly pulling at my foreskin.

When Jason started kissing down Mark's chest, I still hesitated, until his lips wrapped around that huge shaft, and I made a decision. Mark was still masturbating his lover, but obligingly removed his hand when I knelt at their feet and started kissing the Chinese boy's thighs. The fragrance of his crotch, so recently active, drew me in. Once more I was licking his shaft, nuzzling his balls and then circling his head with my tongue. He placed an encouraging hand on my head, and I glanced over his leg to see that he was just as enthusiastic as me in the blowjob he was giving, the huge dick making his cheek bulge whenever he shifted his head to the side and let it slip that way.

"I can't wait any longer Jase my love," Mark said suddenly, pushing his boyfriend away and standing up. "I need to fuck you now!"

"Of course Mark," came the submissive reply, and my head was pushed away too. "Jack, if you want to continue doing that, you're gonna have to lie on the bed."

I stood up and quickly saw how he meant: I was to lie on my back, and Jason would be in a doggy position above me, his dick hanging down if I wanted to suck it, and Mark would naturally be behind. We got in place, and I expected a short break while Mark put on protection, but it seemed that with each other they didn't use any. He didn't even bother with any extra lubricant as from my vantage point below I saw him spit into Jason's butt crack, smearing it around to moisten the residue from when I'd fucked him, and then pushed his big, naked cock deep inside. My erection, which had been softening as I focused on blowjob technique, perked up at this gorgeous bareback spectacle barely a foot from my face.

A drop of pre-cum flicked on to my face to snap me out of the purely voyeuristic mode and alert me to the cock within my reach, so I strained my head up, even closer to the action, and stuffed Jason back in my mouth. It seemed Jason had been waiting for it, as his breathing changed sharply, and I felt a hand stroking my own cock, followed by hot breath on the shaft, and then a warm wet tongue.

With a cock up his arse, Jason's second erection now seemed to be remaining slightly soft as mine often did, so I found I could take more and more of it inside my mouth, without it pulling me towards his stomach as a fully hard one would have. As the head started to go down my throat a little way, my nose was brought closer and closer to the action, only a couple of inches above me, so I could see all the veins on Mark's cock as it slid in and out of the stretched rectum my own dick had violated not long before, and my nose was only a few millimeters from being whacked by Mark's swinging shaved bollocks.

As my arousal intensified, I grabbed Jason's buttocks, kneading them and pulling myself up to give a better blowjob. I then grabbed Mark's balls with one hand, squeezing them gently as he thrust into the hole near my other hand. When this made Mark intensify his fucking, I released Jason from my mouth temporarily to lick the jiggling testicles of his boyfriend, managing a few licks before Jason punished my negligence by ceasing his sucking. I immediately repented and returned my attentions to him.

Those large balls were too tempting though, so I began alternating the target of my tongue work between the two guys, using my hand to see to Jason whenever I was licking Mark. The recent orgasm was delaying a new one, but it didn't stop me getting excited, so I became more daring, licking the base of Mark's shaft and then holding my tongue out to lick whatever part of it was sliding past at the time, tasting precum and lubricant (though thankfully Jason was very clean, both to start with and even more now that he was on his second cock in half an hour, so it wasn't as unhygienic as it could have been, though if I hadn't been so aroused there's no way I'd have behaved the way I did).

Mark pulled out at this point and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth, grunting: "Is this what you want? Is this it, you filthy man-slut?"

To which I could only grunt and splutter as I half choked. This became a regular occurrence, only slightly less violent, when it was clear that I had no aversion to sucking a cock that had been in his boyfriend's arse. I even took it to the next step and stuck my tongue in that same hole, giving my first ever rimming. Apparently this was exactly the kind of group sex they wanted, because they both sucked and fucked ever more eagerly and were more vocal than either of the other two times.

Mark even lost track of how close he was to a climax, as he let out a surprised: "Oh fuck no! In Jason, in Jason" when the first ejaculation exploded into my mouth and it had to be hastily pulled out, squirting another load onto the open sphincter, which then trickled down to the balls near my nose as I deep-throated Jason once more, sucking harder than ever to get him to cum with his boyfriend, whose massive dick was still driving in and out of his arse, squelching with the extra help of his cum, more of which was leaking out.

My technique seemed to work, for I almost choked when warm liquid gushed directly into my throat, and I had to pull back, using my tongue to make up, spluttering semen out over my lips as I did so, and then sucking even harder on the ejaculating dick as I felt myself cum in Jason's capable mouth. Jason's dick was torn from my mouth, spunk dripping from it on to my face, and replaced with the sticky spent but still huge one of his partner, who apparently wanted his cleaned.

I had enough sense not to swallow if I could help it, as however clean Jason's butt was it was still an arsehole, opting instead to dribble saliva and cum out over my cheeks and chin. As my own orgasm started to end, Mark pulled me up by the hair and ordered me to clean Jason's arse of cum with my tongue. If he'd waited a few minutes I'd have refused, but the erotic mania still had a tenuous hold of me, so I obeyed, feeling his circular muscles contract around my tongue. Finally, we were done, the energy fading, and we fell apart, me covered in almost as much cum as the last time, diluted as it was by my spit, and concentrated on the lower half of my face and neck, so there was less urgency to get clean.

"Wow Jack," Mark said after a pause, "You are much kinkier than we thought. Didn't you say on your profile that you don't rim? Yet you not only just rimmed Jase, you stuck your tongue in and sucked my cock when it had just been in there!"

"It seemed like fun... First time for everything I guess," was my only reply, and we fell silent again. With a sigh, I lifted myself up and once more trudged to the bathroom, but this time they both accompanied me.

"Have a shower Jack, " Jason said, for which I was grateful, for I smelt unmistakably of cum and sweat. There was only room for one of us to shower at a time, so I was quick, and was exhausted so refused their offer of a meal.




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"Don't you guys need to pack and leave early tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess. It's a real shame you didn't get here earlier Jack, we could have had a lot more fun."

"Yeah, listen, if you pass through Hong Kong again, we'll forget our usual objecting to accommodating people overnight for you."

"Oh thanks guys! Yeah, I wish I'd come earlier." Actually I didn't, I'd had far too much fun in Shanghai. "I might be back sometime, you never know, I'll keep in touch by email. Hey, I don't suppose I can get those videos emailed to me?"

"No, sorry, we don't have the equipment. We'll let you know if we ever get the stuff to do it though."

We said our goodbyes and I left.

***

That was the last meeting I had with anyone arranged through the internet on that trip, although Hong Kong was in December and I didn't get back to the UK until July. Of course I met other people not through the internet, and some exciting things happened, but they don't fall under the subject of this diary.

Also, because I have recently started a very serious relationship with someone and want to use my erotica-writing time to write for them more or less exclusively, I shall not be writing up my encounters from the last year in any detail. The last few chapters took a long time to publish because I wrote them at work then only recently finished editing them together. However, just to whet your appetites, I shall give a brief sketch from my secret diary notes of what I did on my return home, so I apologise in advance for the lack of build up, detail and descriptive context.

I had about a month at home before moving back to Birmingham to finally move out and find work. Naturally, I was as horny as ever, now with confidence and experience, so as soon as I had found somewhere to live I started contacting those I had been meeting before, and soon became an even bigger addict to these sites than I had been before.

First up was James, whose phone number hadn't changed. After a couple of fairly explicit text messages, he remembered me, and was eager to meet, so that within two days of being back in Birmingham before I'd even found a job, I was on the train out again. Just as before, he met me at the train station, and we chatted in the car on the way to his new place that he'd bought with a friend. I didn't have a chance to look around though, before the front door was shut and I was pinned by his kiss against the coat rack. 

We managed to make it into the living room before I was pushed down to my knees and eagerly sucking that familiar cock. That wasn't enough though, as barely a minute after I started my face was pushed into the carpet as he yanked my pants down to my knees. With only his saliva as lubricant and no condom, I forced his hard cock up my hungry arse and fucked me. It was fast, dirty, and so hot, I came all over the carpet and he filled my arse full of spunk and kept going to I could hear it squelching out the side.

Luckily, it turned out he was tested regularly, and I had been after come back from abroad, so from then on about once every two weeks or so, I would go up to his city for a bit of bareback fucking, until only a few months ago. Once I started working we couldn't do it in the mornings as before, so occasionally I'd end up staying the night, which was nice.

Unfortunately I couldn't get hold of Andy, the guy who'd fucked me in my sister's school uniform before I left, but I was able to get in touch with the older couple I'd met with, Patrick and Laura, who were in their fifties. They seemed very pleased to hear from me, and even more so when I sent them a few samples of me with the other guy I'd met named Patrick and his beautiful Chinese wife, and showed my new adventurousness and willingness to try new things such as the bondage they had wanted to do before, so they were eager to meet.

Since they were far away, we had to meet at the weekend, and I had to wait till the second one before they were free. Patrick was busy in the morning, but to fulfill a promise we'd made over 18 months before, Laura came down to meet me at the Bullring (the giant shopping mall), where we spent nearly two hours shopping for clothes for "my sister". Before, when there might have been too many people from my course in town to recognise me and before I'd been around the world, I would have been too nervous for it, but I actually enjoyed it, dropping hints to shopkeepers about what we were really doing, though I don't think they got it.

In fact in Asia I had bought myself a few new clothes: a bunch of stockings, skimpy underwear, a few short skirts, tops, a tiny dress and a nurse's outfit, along with some new toys, which I'd buried at the bottom of a package of other things that I sent home. But girls can always do with more clothes, and I hadn't got any shoes, so there was still plenty to look for. And, to make my transformation more complete this time, we got some make-up, some wax and quite a convincing wig, with loosely curled light brown hair quite close to my own in colour.

Then, everything in the car, Laura drove us back to their house, about an hour away. Once there we went to the bathroom and spent a rather painful hour waxing off any hair not on my head, until I was smooth as a doll all over, and pretty sore too. To make up for it, I was led upstairs, still naked, and given a nice blowjob in line of a nice cool breeze coming through the half open window. She undressed too, then lay back for the fucking I'd promised a year and a half ago, and I obliged, making up for the shortness of our last screw by doing her properly, good and long, in her marital bed.

While we were at it, Patrick must have come home unnoticed by us, the sound of the car and doors no doubt drowned out by Laura's moans. The first I knew of his presence was when a movement caught the corner of my eye, and when I looked I saw it was him moving to get a better view, his dick already in his hand. He grinned and nodded to me to carry on, which I did, cumming in his wife's pussy since she'd asked me not to use a condom as she preferred it that way and they trusted me to be clean.

After lunch Laura sucked me hard again then mounted me while I suck Pat's cock, then he forced his way into her pussy too, all without protection so I could feel his cock rubbing against mine, and then ejaculating in her and on my cock. I dressed up for them then, showing the different outfits Laura and I had bought, and those I'd got on my travels. Pat's favourite was a school uniform of one of the local schools, so when I put that on, the video camera came out and I played the role of their daughter who'd been naughty at school sucking a boy's cock. I was tied up with shackles and made to suck "daddy's" cock while "mummy" used a dildo on me, then I had to eat her pussy while "daddy" fucked me for a long time until I came in my knickers just from that.

That was the first weekend we spent with them, and after that it was hard to resist meeting them about once a month, when I would spend a day or sometime two, as Sarah, their dirty daughter. To begin with we stayed in the house, so for instance I would have dinner with them as Sarah, and finish by eating Laura out and fucking her on table, then suck Pat's cock with her. If I stayed the night, I would get woken in the early hours by Pat sneaking into the spare room where I slept and rubbing cock between my arse cheeks, then fucking me, making me call him "daddy" even when I wasn't dressed up. 

I'd been getting better and better at acting like a girl, so we started walking around town with me as their daughter, and one day they introduced me as such to a local chav girl, who looked maybe 20, called Gemma they apparently knew, inviting her back with us. She really looked like a total chav, bleached blonde hair in a tight ponytail, big hooped earrings, too much make-up, short skirt in the middle of November...

But it turned out she was a kinky slut as well, as whether or not she really believed I was their daughter, or that I was even a girl, I don't know, but she agreed to group sex the moment she was in the door. Why weren't there more girls like this on the personals sites? I suppose they don't need to use the internet to find kinky sex partners if they're this easy and open.

Anyway, Gemma let me eat her hairy pussy while she sucked Pat's dick, then I came on top to help her, we kissed and writhed a bit, until Laura produced a double ended dildo told us to go "ass to ass", which she apparently had no objection to. After a bit of swapping his cock between our mouths Pat wanted to fuck her, so he did. Meanwhile I let her eat me out, revealing my cock which seemed to shock but then delight her, so when Pat came in her I got a go at fucking her while she licked Laura's pussy. When I came, they made me scoop both mine and Pat's cum out with my tongue, then after a rest Pat and I took it in turns to fuck the two women.

Another time they invited a new guy about my age called Matt, though they made sure I arrived first and got dressed as Sarah before hand. When he arrived as before I was introduced as their daughter, and we started to flirt. Soon I was sucking his cock, and Laura asked what I wanted, I replied: "I want daddy to fuck me, in the arse cos I don't take the pill." In front of the astonished Matt, Pat started fucking me while I continued sucking his cock. Laura was feeling left out so he fucked her next to me, and when he came I licked it out of her pussy, while her husband came in me.

After a bit of a break they asked him if he'd like to fuck their daughter and he said yes, no doubt clocking that I wasn't actually their daughter since we weren't the best actors in the world. With Laura I licked him hard and he fucked me alone at first, then spit roasting me with "daddy's" cock in my mouth until finally he came. He helped me finish Pat off, since as he'd agreed to meet with Pat and Laura he was at least bi-curious, then Laura suggested we should have drinks

Next I asked if I could fuck Matt blindfolded with a dildo, he was drunk and horny now so agreed. We tied him up, showed him a dildo, and then blindfolded him. Laura played with his butt and dildo, not inserting, just teasing, while took my skirt and knickers off, offering my cock to him to suck, not saying anything so he might think it was Pat's. Once I'm hard, I went to his tight lubed behind and fucked him hard, and he only seemed to realise I'm a guy when I came up his ass, making him cum too.

Another time I got picked up from the station, got in the back with Laura where I fingered her and then got a blowjob while driving along the country lanes, going out into countryside to some isolated spot. There I did her bent over the car bonnet in broad daylight, while Pat came up behind me and fucked me in the butt at same time. The last few times we met these outdoor fucks seemed to become their favourite, sometimes with me as Sarah and sometimes not. There were a few near misses of getting caught too, though I enjoyed the thrill.

Having re-established contact with people I had met before, I started re-contacting those that for whatever reason I hadn't met with before but had exchanged a few messages with, as well as some new people whose profiles caught my eye. As before, to begin with it was mostly guys who replied (particularly since I discovered a different, specifically gay site that allowed a lot more messaging for free) and that I ended up meeting with, and also as before, many of them were a little older than me.

Most ended up being one night stands, particularly the apparently endless stream of middle-aged, often married men, who just wanted to suck my cock - after three of these I refused any more, first unless they let me reciprocate, and after a few of those I limited them further to only those with a particularly kinky proposition.

Another, more attractive category that generated a lot of one nighters but also a few more regular or semi-regular meets was guys in their late twenties and early thirties, an age range that was closer to my own now than when I had first started using these sites. Among some of my best and hottest memories of these guys included a Sikh guy called Jasdeep who I met a few times for some long and exhausting nights of sex in hotel rooms, who had a gorgeous nine inch cock. Another was another Andy, a big beefy black guy, also with a larger than average dick, who while he seemed unsure about sex with guys at first, after inviting me to his house one night to suck has cock, couldn't seem to get enough of fucking, getting me around at least once a month to suck, be sucked, fuck and a few times, be fucked.

I also broke into a new category of meetings, one I couldn't play before: younger, inexperienced guys wanting a teacher to break them in. With these guys I generally found myself playing the role of "top" for a change, having plenty of opportunities to slide my dick into other guys' tight, inexperienced arses. Not all of them wanted this of course, and one cute 19 year old black guy, Steve, I became quite close to preferred to go to the movies, have a drink and then spend the night just hugging and kissing, possibly leading to oral sex, individually or in a 69, or mutual masturbation, or just watched each other get ourselves off.

Not satisfied with simple one-on-one cock action, I also arranged some hot sessions with a few guy couples. Some weren't too much older than me, but as with the single guys, there were also a fair few older couples. Generally, I preferred to by spit-roast, having my butt drilled whilst sucking a nice cock, and to have guys finish in my mouth or on my face, but I had a chance to play all roles of the course of the last year. One couple in their forties were particularly kinky, getting me to dress in a scout uniform, tying me up and inserting dildos, butt plugs, and even vegetables, spanking me and all sorts of crazy stuff.

A few times with these couples they would invite a friend or two to join in, but my real initiation to gay orgies came at the hands of one prolific advertiser on those personal sites, Aaron, a 35 year old guy in pretty good shape with some interesting tattoos, a pierced dick, and a big flat to host monthly orgies in. After a meeting with him and a friend to check that I was willing to suck cock indiscriminately, I was invited to one of them to be initiated.

This initiation into a fraternity of horny, kinky guys, mostly in their thirties or older, consisted in getting quite drunk watching gay porn with them all wanking, having my arse systematically violated by them one after the other whilst sucking available cocks, and finally having everyone there - and I mean everyone - cum on my face. After that I was free to join any subsequent orgies that he held, and while I didn't make it to each one, I did go to a few more, where there would be up to twenty guys in the flat, fucking next to each other or watching each other - and it was pretty fun.

Couples consisting of a bi-guy and a woman that I met with after getting back were not limited to Pat and Laura, they were just the kinkiest - and that title was theirs mainly because of their comparative age. Sadly there were not nearly as many of these couples as middle-aged single men on the sites I used, but I still managed to find a few more.

Tom, the guy from one such couple had contacted me just before I left, but as they were down in London I hadn't been able to meet them, which I had regretted as he was only a year older than me, with a similar skinny body, and had been able to send me a few tantalising photos of him with his girlfriend Nicky and another girl they apparently met with frequently. I actually put him in contact with Laura and Pat, and chatted to him while he was beating off to the video of me as Sarah the first time, which was quite a turn on. When we got back in touch, he was able to reciprocate with a video of Patrick fucking him.

Though they were down in London, since they were able to host and promised a good time, I tried to make time to go down there at least once a month. Nicky was blonde, skinny with small breasts but fairly good looking, and very open-minded. She didn't seem to mind a strange guy being invited to her flat to fuck her while her boyfriend watched, or phased by him then sticking his dick in my mouth instead of hers. As we got to know each other she would even suggest things such as him sucking my cock while she stuffed a big dildo in his arse, or getting their cute petite brunette friend Lisa over to join in so girl could fuck girl and boy fuck boy. Though I would go on the Friday and come back on Sunday, they were so horny I was always exhausted and had to wait until at least Wednesday before I could even touch myself again.

A lot closer to me geographically, though at around thirty a bit further in age, were a Birmingham couple consisting of Sebastian, a Spanish guy with short receding hair, and Samantha, an English lady with frizzy hair, and nice fleshy body. They were a bit less forthcoming, the first time we met they only wanted me to suck the guys cock and vice versa while she watched, still clothed. After that they thawed out a bit though, getting me to fuck him while he fucked her, followed up the next time with 69 with Samantha whilst being fucked by Sebastian after which I was finally allowed to enter her vagina.

We met quite a few times, as they were conveniently close and only ever took up one evening. I liked them a lot, as they were nice, friendly, relaxed people, and didn't seem quite as seedy, desperate or obsessed as many of those I met with. For instance they were both unshaven, and while it can be annoying getting hair in your mouth, after so many shaved dicks it did start to feel like a porn show, and I actually have a thing for nice hairy pussies. Mind you, I liked them even more when they bought a special strap-on dildo for Samantha to use on us, which featured removable parts that could penetrate her at the same time, a fantastic idea.

Using a different online identity, I also met a few straight couples. Some were older swinger types with women in their forties who wanted taste of young cock again, which I obliged a few times, others were about my age just wanting a threesome, which I found a lot more fun to be honest. None especially stood out, apart from an Asian (as in India, Pakistan etc., rather than East Asia) couple in their late twenties. I'd seen their ad before, and was surprised to see their profile was still active when I'd come back. I hadn't replied before because they were very clear that they wanted someone "experienced in double penetration" which of course I wasn't then - but on my return I was, and practicing with a Laura and Patrick quite regularly.

They were a gorgeous couple, really beautiful both of them. Amit was well muscled and handsome, and Deesha had a perfect milk chocolate coloured body with perfectly shaped breasts and long toned legs than ran into pert arse cheeks at the back and a thick, trimmed black bush at the front. Sadly the first time, he was on the bottom with her on top facing him so that I could carefully slide my cock in on top of his from behind. I had to wait until they invited me back before I could press my face to those soft tits, as they wanted to try the reverse position: her on top again but with her back to her husband.

With the same profile I was able to meet a few single women, though they were very hard to convince to even reply to me - I guess they got a lot of traffic. Most from my age to their thirties considered me too young still it seemed, though I had a bit of luck with the lonely middle-aged housewife demographic. A few of these, such as Maggy, a 46 year old, slightly chubby married woman with short bleached blonde hair, were really kinky, wanting anal sex, to be cummed on, to be tied up or tie me up, to be spanked or be spanked - but while it was generally fun, I felt kind of weird about it, so after a few I stopped contacting them and gradually stopped seeing most of them.