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   SHANGHAI Chapter One

   1968

   IT WAS THE DAY

   for me to return to school for the next term.  I had been staying with
my parents, both missionaries, at the village where they currently lived
about a hundred kilometres from my boarding school in Shanghai.  I suppose
I was a normal, happy girl, just had my sixteenth birthday, a little
lonely, never had a boyfriend, and looking forward to rejoining my friends
at school.

   My father had arranged for me to travel with a chinese businessman in
his car all the way to Shanghai instead of the train, I didn't mind, it
would be better than the dirty slow old train and I was used to being
around chinese people.  We set off early, the man giving me a ride was
about forty years of age, educated and spoke excellent english.  We sat in
the back of his big car while his chinese driver drove at a steady pace.

   I was sitting on his right side and we had not gone far when I got a
surprise and a bit of a fright when the man casually placed his right hand
on my left thigh.  I didn't know what to do, I held my breath and tried to
think.  Maybe he had just done it without thinking.  Nothing happened, and
I decided to try to ignore the warmth of his hand through my school tunic.

   After a few more minutes, I felt his hand slide forward onto my knee.  I
relaxed a little, thinking that that seemed better than if he had moved it
up towards my middle.  He hadn't spoken and neither had he looked at me or
given any indication of what was happening.  Then I felt his hand slip down
over my kneecap and then back up onto my knee, this time under the skirt of
my fairly loose tunic.

   I felt myself go tense, holding my breath, waiting to see what would
happen next.  I somehow felt scared to do anything, and just sat there as
the big car bounced aong the bumpy road.  I felt him try to push my knees
apart, I resisted at first and then gave in so that my knees were about six
or eight inches apart and I trembled as his hand slowly moved up the inside
my thigh until I could feel him touching the top of my black lisle
stocking, then his fingertips moving slowly over where my suspender strap
was coupled to the band of my stockingtop.

   I could feel my heart thumping inside me, I didn't know what to do,
should I push his hand away, should I say something?  I thought to myself,
I have already let him put his hand on my leg, now this.  I sat there, my
legs apart, my whole body trembling, I felt his fingertips exploring the
little button coupling on the suspender,then his fingers moved a little
more up my thigh, the tips slowly and gently caressing the bare skin above
the top of my stocking.

   I felt a shock of surprise as suddenly I felt a spurt of wetness at my
middle, so much, I could feel the wetness spreading, soaking the crotch of
my panties, even spreading down between the cheeks of my bottom.  Oh no, I
thought, as I realised I could smell my body, the enclosed air conditioning
of the car circulating the air around and around.

   I heard him make a little grunting sound and I realised to my shame that
he had also smelled me.  I sat there, my head spinning, trying to think,
what should I do.

   I felt full of shame as I saw the look on the face of the driver,
smiling, reflected in the rear vision mirror.

   I realised my nipples had hardened, they were tingling, and I glanced
down, I could see them pointing out, their shape pronounced through my old
thin bra, cotton blouse and the the top of my tunic.  I sneaked a quick
glance at the shape of his hand under my tunic, and suddenly realised how
excited I was at what was happening.

   I felt myself swelling at my middle as another spurt of my wetness came
from my body.  His hand moved upwards until I could feel the side of one
finger against the fabric of the leg of my panties; wet panties I realised
to my shame.

   I sat as still as I could, my heart pounding, waiting, wondering, unable
to grasp how incredibly exciting it was, then I could not stop myself from
suddenly letting my breath go with a low moan as his fingertip slowly moved
over the cotton of my panties and began to slowly slip up and down, ever so
slowly, in the wetness of the groove formed by the swollen lips of my
vagina.

   It was so wonderful, nothing like the sensations I had ever felt when I
did it to myself in the privacy of my bed at night, especially at school
when I would try to stay awake until the other girls were asleep lest I
make a sound.

   I trembled as I felt another spurt of my juices at the opening to my
body, and then there began the incredible joyous sensations as his
fingernail began to slowly stroke up and down in the wet cotton groove.  I
felt myself opening, wanting to open, wanting something to open me wide,
something to enter me, something firm and big, to go inside me, deep and
then deeper, filling me more and more until I was totally filled.

   I felt my legs parting more, of their own accord, I felt myself pushing
my middle out, again I heard him grunt softly.  His fingertip left me and
was replaced by one of his other fingers, a longer finger, lying along in
my groove, pressing gently, I could feel my wet panties parting my swollen
lips down there, it was so exciting, thrilling.

   My nipples were burning, I wanted to feel them, rub them and squeeze
them, but I didn't, I just sat there, surrendering myself to this chinese
man, this stranger.

   I adnitted to myself I was letting him do as he wished, letting him play
with me, something no one else had ever done, I was sitting there, not
objecting; my legs apart, allowing him to explore my private place through
my panties, allowing a total stranger to learn the shape of my swollen
vaginal lips with his fingertips, and then, ---- Oh God, he found my
clitoris!

   I felt a surge go through me, like a thump coming out from inside me, I
could hardly breathe, I thought my heart would stop, I was dying, I felt
hot and cold all at once.  I felt this electric shock through my body,
radiating out from my middle, to my nipples, my eyes, my mouth, my anus, my
arms.

   His fingertip gently caressed the tip of my clitoris through my panties,
the panties old and the cotton so thin, so wet, caressing so lightly,
pausing at times, and sometimes removing his fingertip until I could almost
scream wanting it back, my senses almost left me, my juices spurting.  I
realised my clitoris was so hard, so big, bigger than it had ever been, I
became aware that I was moving around on the seat, my legs far apart,
murmuring, groaning and grunting, my middle pushed forward.

   I imagined his fingertip was like a butterfly making love to my most
sensitive part, and then it happened.  I had brought myself to orgasms
before, and enjoyed them, but always somehow a little disappointed.  This
time it was like an approaching freight train, my body began to tense, it
seemed I was cramping every muscle, I began to feel frightened, like I was
losing consciousness.  The muscles inside my vagina began to pulse, kind of
ripple, then the muscles inside my rectum began pulsing as well, I couldn't
breathe and then a huge fireball swept over me, I dimly realised I was
saying something or groaning or making some strange noises and then the
centre of the universe exploded at my clit, inside my vagina and rectum.

   I felt him continue to excite my clit, it was almost too much for me to
bear, I wanted to say something, I didn't know what, to thank him, to ask
him to stop, to keep on doing it, to feel my nipples, to suck them hard, I
couldn't decide, my mouth was full of saliva, I swallowed.

   I sat there, my body trembling, my heart thumping, trying to control my
breathing, trying to think about what had happened to me.

   He gave my clit one final delicate touch then withdrew his hand, pulling
the skirt of my tunic down over my knees, still not saying a word, as if
the most incredible thing in the world had never happened to me.

   He took a large white handkerchief out of his pocket and carefully wiped
his hand and then returned it to his pocket.  I sat there, waiting, trying
to sort myself out, but the car just continued down the road.

   We travelled for a further few miles and then we were stopped by a
chinese policeman standing in the middle of the road.  The man next to me
wound down the window and I heard them talking rapidly in chinese.

   I was then told that a mob was rioting in the next village and that it
would be unsafe for us to continue.  There was no road suitable for the car
for us to go around and so we were going to return to the village we had
just passed and we would have to spend the night there.

   We were able to turn the car around with some difficulty and were soon
back at the village.  We pulled up at the side of the only decent building
there and the chaffeur was sent in to arrange our accomodation for the
night.

   I was very nervous, wondering what might happen.  The man sitting next
to me told me that there were only two rooms and that I would be sharing
one with him.  He spoke normally, as if this was just something that might
occur anytime.  At last I learned his name in english was Herbert Fong.

   We went inside and I was very concerned when I realised there was only
one big bed in the room we were to share.  We sat in chairs and Herbert
hardly spoke to me, he spent the time reading what looked like files from
his briefcase while I tried to read some of my schoolbooks.

   After our evening meal which was not very enjoyable, two chinese girls
brought in a metal bath and filled it with warm water.  I sat there trying
not to look as they then undressed Herbert and he got into the bath and
then they bathed him.  I couldn't stop from looking at his penis and
scrotum.  I had never seen a man in the nude before, we girls had sometimes
talked about what men have in their pants at school but I really had no
idea.

   He hardly spoke, allowing them to dry him and then dress him in what
seemed a very thin silk nightshirt which had a slit right up the middle so
that as he walked around I could see his penis and scrotum were showing. 
The girls changed the water and I realised that they were going to bathe me
too.  I didn't know what to do, and then I let them undress me and put me
in the bath.  I heard them talking softly, they seemed to be facinated by
my blonde hair, particularly my honey coloured pubic hair.

   I could see Herbert watching as they washed me all over, everywhere,
between my legs and my bottom too.  I felt shy and embarrassed but the
girls seemed as though this was a normal thing happening which made me feel
a lot better.

   After I was dried all over they dressed me in a very short silk slip
which only came down to my lower belly, I could feel the hem was just above
my pubic mound.

   Herbert grunted something to the two girls and they emptied the bath
into buckets and took the bath and buckets and the towels out of the room,
casting little smiling glances at me as they left.

   They soon returned with a small glass containing a cloudy looking pale
amber liquid which they handed to me, motioning for me to drink.  When I
hesitated, Herbert urged me to drink, telling me it would help me sleep.

   I drank it down, it tasted unlike anything I'd ever tasted before,
slightly bitter.  After a few moments I felt myself relaxing, but very
excited at the same time.

   Herbert sat on the end of the bed and motioned for me to come over and
stand in front of him.  When I stopped a couple of feet away he reached out
and put his hands around the back of my thighs and moved me closer.

   I felt as though I couldn't resist anything.  I looked down and watched
as he lifted my little slip right up exposing my breasts.  He smiled as he
reached up with his other hand and felt my breasts one at a time, feeling
their weight and firmness and then playing a little with my nipples which
quickly became swollen, tingling as he teased them.

   I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, unable to resist or say
anything and then suddenly realising that I actually wanted to see what
might happen.  I looked down into his lap, I could see that his penis was
erect, it was hard, about six inches long and as thick as a cotton reel ,
standing up in full view as the sides of his nightshirt had slipped apart.

   He let go of my nipples and then still without saying a word, used his
hands on my thighs to turn me around.  I felt one of his hands around my
belly and his other hand in the middle of my back, pushing me so that I was
bent over forward.

   Again I couldn't resist, I stood there bending over as his hands moved
my buttocks apart and I looked over my shoulder to see he was looking into
the crack of my bottom, looking at my anus.  I realised he had a clear view
of my vaginal pouch as well.

   I held my breath, trembling, and watched over my shoulder as he wet one
of his long fingers with saliva and then I couldn't stop from shivering as
I felt the tip of it seeking into the middle of my anus and then gently
entering me there.  I couldn't believe how incredibly exciting it felt!

   I tightened up and then when he grunted again, I realised he wanted me
to relax and when I did so I felt his long finger slowly go all the way up
inside me.

   He made a sound like he was pleased and then slowly withdrew his finger.
Strangely, I felt a tiny feeling of loss as the tip was fully out of me.

   He turned me back around to face him and I realised he was now going to
examine my vagina.  My slip was short enough so that he could use both
hands and I looked down and watched as his fingers parted my outer labia.

   I began to feel so incredibly excited again, a mixture of sensations of
shame, excitement, fear and trepidation.  I trembled as I felt spurts of my
juices just inside me and I didn't resist as he moved my feet apart.

   He made another sound of what I took to be satisfaction as one of his
fingers went fully into me.  I could feel him feeling around the tight ring
of my hymen, he seemed to be very experienced as he felt all around inside
me and I realised he was now aware that I was a virgin.

   "Goood" I heard him say softly

   I had never ever used anything inside me whenever I had played with
myself and when he began to use two fingers to enter me it felt
uncomfortable and I found myself making a noise showing my discomfort.

   he took his fingers away and then used both hands on my buttocks to pull
me towards him.  I felt his hot breath on my swollen vagina and then the
exquisite joy as the tip of his tongue began a slow lick upwards over my
labia, arriving to seek out my clit and begin to tease it out from it's
little hood.  I could feel him curl his tongue around my clit as it
swelled, I had never ever felt anything so incredibly sensitive.

   I dimly realised that he was opening my anus with one of his fingertips
and again entering my body there, my senses went from the joys of what his
tongue was doing to my clit to my anus to feel another finger joinng
alongside the one already in me, both of them invading my tightness back
there.

   I realised his fingers were both wet from the juices of my vagina when
he had had them in me there and as the sensations were not really very
uncomfortable I let myself relax back there as much as I could and soon I
realised he had both fingers in me as far as he could get them.

   I stood there, trembling, my legs apart as his tongue then left my clit
and began long slow laps upwards from the bottom of my labia to the top of
my clit, spreading my outer lips as they became even more swollen, his
fingers in my rectum working just a little in and out of me in time with
each long slow lick.

   I felt the roughness of the surface of his tongue as my inner petals
swelled against it.  It was too much, I began to orgasm, huge strong
orgasms, almost painful, one after another, like ripple lightning, over and
over, I realised I had my hands on his head, my crotch working forwards and
backwards in time with each long lick, my rectum and anus tightening and
relaxing around his long fingers deep up inside me.

   I felt his open mouth against me, his lips pressed firmly against the
lips of my vagina, sucking and sucking my juices out from me.  My legs
began to tremble even more and I felt as though I would fall over.  I
realised that the fingers in my body were being slowly withdrawn and I
heard him telling me to kneel down.

   I did so, I could feel the swollen lips of my vagina protruding between
the tops of my thighs, and found myself to be on my knees with my face only
a few inches from the end of Mr.  Fong's rigid looking pemis.  The drink I
had taken must have been affecting me so that I felt happy and pleased that
these interesting and exciting things were happening to me, I felt that I
was lucky indeed.

   I looked at the hard penis just in front of me, I was intrigued to see a
clear thick looking liquid was oozing out of the open tip on the end, and I
only hesitated for a few moments when he told me to lick it.

   I stuck out my tongue and leaned forward a little and just touched the
tip of his penis with the end of my tongue, and then slowly licked around
his swollen knob.  The liquid was thick and tasted a little salty and then
I felt this incredible slipperyness all over my tongue and all around
inside my mouth which made me imagine it was all coated with silver.

   I felt my mouth seemed to be filling with slippery saliva and I did as
he asked and let my lips close around his penis and slowly slip down over
his knob until they were in the groove around his penis just under his
knob.

   It was so strange, I could feel myself wanting to please him, and I
wanted to please myself too, I seemed to know just what he would like me to
do, and I began to suck and suck while my tongue roamed over the end of his
penis, the tip of my tongue seeking into the opening, wanting more of that
special slippery juice from his body.

   I could hear him making his little grunting sounds which I now knew were
sounds of his pleasure, and I felt his hands lifting my silk slip at the
front, and then pleasure and joy as they found my swollen breasts, then my
nipples, my hard nipples, pulling and squeezing them as the muscles inside
my vagina caused some more of my juices to seep wetly between my swollen
labia.

   His hands began to work at my breasts as if he was trying to milk them,
I felt sorry that I had no milk for him, but the sensations were wonderful
and I found myself using the muscles of my inner thighs to squeeze the
swollen lips of my vagina in time with his milking movements, my heart was
singing with joy.

   Suddenly his hands left my breasts and moved so hold my head, I heard
him tell me to keep sucking as the first of many strong spurts of his semen
jetted into my mouth.  I did as he wanted, I wanted to do it anyway, I
wanted him to enjoy pumping his semen into my sucking mouth and I sucked
and swallowed as he flooded me with his wonderful thick liquid gift.

   All too soon I could get no more and I felt a little sad as he withdrew
his penis, telling me what a wonderful girl I was and how good I was at
making love to his "cock".

   He helped me to my feet and motioned for me to lie on the big bed and
then he lay down beside me.  I was lying on my back, he on his side next to
me, facing me, I felt to excited, wanting more and I was thrilled as I felt
one of his hands seeking upwards between my thighs, ever so slowly until it
found my swollen wet vagina.

   It was heaven again as he slipped his fingertips up and down in my wet
groove, and I heard him telling me what a delicious big fat "cunt" I had.
He slifted my loose slip up and then his lovely wet mouth found my nipples,
sucking and sucking at each of them in turn as he continued to tantalise my
"cunt" as he called it.  I was thrilled to feel his "cock" hardening
against me, I knew he hadn't finished with me, and I wanted to feel it
going inside me instead of the long finger that was currently learning the
interior shape of my "cunt"...

   To be continued Please email me at cherrylossat15@yahoo.com.au if you
are enjoying this story and you would like me to continue.  I would love to
hear about your first time too.