It seemed a while, a long and very pleasant while, Dear Diary, in that I was being transported to a new level of sensual pleasure. When the rush came, it started slowly, then built up into a crescendo of sensation that just wracked my body, forcing me to cry in pure delight at what was happening to me. “Oh, Dear God!” I cried when I could breathe again, “I have never felt that before, what did you do to me?” And here, Dear Diary, I was not being untruthful, I had never felt a xìng gaocháo like that before.
Dongshen chuckled and said, “Ahh, you felt transported to another plane of existence, a perfect sensation. We call it xìng gaocháo, but you Westerners call it a climax. It is an ending of the act of love.”
“Oh no, I hope not!” I said, “If that is love, I want more of it!”
“Oh, you will, but then it becomes for the man, “Yún hé yu shèng”, the Clouds and Holy Rain.”
“What does that mean?”
“Ahh, a man passes his seed into a woman.”
“I assume that happens in my nether regions?”
“Yes, the Jade Palace, or Jade Gate, we have many, many names for it.”
“Oh, I want experience that now, I think.”
“Oh, not yet,” he said, “Just as I have been qinwen ni de mìmì hua, or kissing your secret flower, you must now buru wo xiàngyá bing, suckle my ivory stalk.”
“Your ivory stalk?”
“My manhood, my prong, or any other of those many names you English call it.”
“Ahh, I suckle it?”
“Yes. I have given you great pleasure, have I not?” I nodded, “Then in return, you must do a similar thing for me.”
“I don’t know how!” I pleaded, “I have-”
“-Never done this before,” he completed. “I know, so it is a learning experience. Women can be greedy here, and demand to be satisfied several times, before a man can be satisfied but once.” He chuckled.
“Oh? Why would that be?”
“Ahh, that is a conversation for later, I think. We have until morning, so plenty time to learn things. Before that though, we will have to ta ma de. Then you will understand, so you will not ask the question. Come, I will guide you.” (I didn’t understand what ta ma de was, but it translates as an equivalent of the word fuck, in English, Dear Diary. There, I have told you, but please, do not repeat that word, it is not a nice word to describe the most wonderful thing in the world.)
Dongshen stood and quickly divested himself of his garments. His belly is firm, and skin smooth. He has no hair on his chest, and a large triangular patch, similar to mine in the same place. He has, however, a large piece of half drooping flesh hanging out from his body. I take it that this is his manhood. It is funny looking, does not have the smooth roundness of my breasts, nor the triangular shaped profile of Li’s breasts. It is like a short piece of thick rope, or the doughy, limp look of a bread roll that our cook would make. Not much to look at, I thought, but didn’t say it.
Dongshen moved closer and held his hand out to help stand me up. I felt his arms come around me, and our naked bodies came together as he kissed me again. His lips were still covered with the drying moisture from my bi, (pronounced bee, Dear Diary, not bye) my secret parts. There was a different taste from his lips than what I taste from Li’s lips in a similar event. Perhaps it is him, it just seems a richer flavour, another mystery to be pondered later, perhaps, Dear Diary.
I could feel his manhood moving, as if it had a will of its own. I could feel his bush on my stomach, he is five inches taller than me, and his stalk felt like it was changing shape. From a limp position, it now seemed to jut into my stomach, I had to look. I stepped back and looked down, to gasp at the change that had come over his stalk. It was small, no longer than an inch and a half, when I first saw it. Now it was longer, much longer, at least double, and it didn’t seem to be stopping its growth.
Dongshen gently pushed on my shoulders and said, “For this, you will have to be on your knees.” I knelt down and looked at it. “Now look carefully, before you touch it. This will be the same for any man you may become intimate with.” I looked up with a little surprise, then realized that there is likely to be other men. If their tongues are as good as his, there certainly will be a lot of them.
“Look at the smoothness of the skin, the roundness of the knob, if they have sores, or scabs, do not touch them.”
Again I was surprised. “Why?” I asked.
“There are a number of sicknesses that can be given through the act of a man and woman. You do not want any of them. This is why a virgin is so desireable. She is untouched and will not have any such,” he replied, and he was not being unkind. I then had the thought that he was telling me some very important things, things I will need to know, Dear Diary. “Now, if you see nothing, take hold of it, gently.”
I did, and felt a heat in it, and it seemed to grow a little more. Judging by the size of my hand, it was nearly five inches in length, and thick enough that I was unable to quite get my thumb and forefinger to meet. I hoped it wouldn’t keep growing, or it could be a problem. I knew it was to be inserted into me, but I didn’t want it not to fit.
“Now gently rub it up and down. Slowly at first, to get the feel of it.” I did as he asked, “And make sure that your hand goes over the bashou, the knob.” So I did that too.
“That’s nice, Victoria, now a little faster. Yes, like that” I sped my stroking up. “But don’t grip too hard. When you do this, look at the kong dàodi, the hole at the end.”
“What am I looking for?” I said, being quite fascinated by what I was doing. But I did not know how long I was going to be able to keep this up.
“Look for any liquid. It should be a shiny, clear liquid. So if it is not, stop immediately and make sure you wash your hands carefully before touching anything.”
“Would this be the pox?”
“Yes, that is what fan qui call it. It has the signs, most of the time, but even then they can be hidden. Now, rub your thumb along the line underneath and squeeze the bashou.”
I tried, several times, and eventually was rewarded with several drops of clear shiny liquid. “If it is that colour, then the man is clean. Now that you know what to look for, you can then take it into your mouth and do with your lips what you were doing with your hand.”
I must admit to a little squeamishness here Dear Diary, I have certainly been pleasured by Li and now Dongshen’s mouths. I have given Li a great deal of pleasure with my tongue, but taking a man’s thing inside my mouth was not a happy thought at first. You could say that I had to swallow my pride, but with gentle encouragement by this Chinese man, I opened my lips and took it.
I felt the heat, the silken skin, the soft hardness of his now fully erect stalk on my tongue, with my cheeks, and with my lips. Dongshen guided me through the movements, the pursing of my cheeks, the lapping of my tongue, the firm grip of my lips, a thrust of my head forward, then backwards, in a constant, rythmic, movement. I was rewarded by a series of moans and “oh, that is good, very good”, until I took too much into my mouth at once. I nearly vomitted, I think, I certainly felt like it.
Dongshen sympathised with me, then bade me to come and lie on the bed. Again he talked to me about the way of suckling on his stalk. He lay on his back and bid me to place a knee on either side of his head, lower myself onto him, bowing my head to his manhood. As I again took his manhood into my mouth, I felt his lips and tongue caressing my secret lips and that hidden, sensitive button of skin at the top of my private places. I was in a different heaven, a stalk in my mouth, to suckle from and my lover’s lips pleasuring me. The giving and receiving of pleasure at the same time with a man was beyond anything I had thought of, even deamt of.
I loved the feeling that Dongshen’s tongue and mouth was giving me, probing my innermost secret places. I love the feeling of having his stalk inside my mouth, the taste of him, his juices flowing sparingly. He tasted of sweet foods, of fruits and rice. He was salted, and fresh, and strong and hard. I was careful not to take too much of him in and it lasted quite a while. If I felt the stirrings of release, I ignored them and concentrated my will on his stalk. This was successful, and I just kept putting it off, until I could no longer do so.
I felt the sweeping push of a climax, as Dongshen called it. It released all the tension that had been building in me with a huge surge of muscular spasm and the tingle was a tidal wave compared to other times it had happened. Very strong, it swept me along with it, taking my body to places I didn’t know existed, it was sheer bliss.
I may have fainted, as I heard Dongshen calling me, he seemed a long way away. I found myself lying on my back, and felt Dongshen’s gentle kisses on my body, reviving that sensation of my climax in the part of the skin he was kissing. I took a deep breath and pulled his head to my breast, then to my lips. “Ooohh that was wonderful.” I gasped. I felt his hands on me and a finger played with my button, then tried to insert itself but it didn’t get far.
I must have flinched as Dongshen said, “Oh, that was careless. Now I am going to put my pestle into your fen kaihua, pink blossom.”
Oh Dear Diary, I was eager, afraid, tembling in anticipation and trepidation. I do not know how much which, but it was with a lot of excitement I had gotten to this point of my evening, at last.
Dongshen rolled over to be on top of me, and his weight was not unpleasant, or difficult to bear. He kissed me then I felt his arms reaching down and wrap under my knees, as he knelt onto his knees. He lifted my bottom a little and I felt his manhood sliding over my bi, then probing as he seached for the opening that held my maidenhead.
I didn’t move and his gentle proddings seemed to catch on that tiny cave and I felt his knob slide into me only to be stopped at that fleshy guard that had repelled his finger. I gasped, both at the invasion of my nether region and the audacity that his hardened rod was showing, thinking it could pierce that shield so easily. I felt him pull back slightly, then push in again, slowly until its further entry was again barred. He pulled back again, slowly, then pushed, hard. I cried out at the sudden stinging sensation his needle had given me as it broke through the flesh of my maidenhead and was much deeper into me. He pulled outward again and then thrust in with the power he mustered, driving deeper into me, opening me.
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