[M]y [F]irst Asian, Part II (M/F) | 2016

This is follow-up story to “My First Asian”. It picks up right where the last one left off.

As I’m coming down off of my post-orgasmed-on-an-asian high, I was thinking one of two simultaneous things: 1) “Holy fuck, it’s cold out here!” and 2) I just totally fucked up my friendship with Eric. I immediately started feeling guilty about what I just did with Becca.

Or, more accurately, what she just did to me.

Becca stood up, straightened her shorts, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I actually tried to resist because, yes, I’m one of those guys that doesn’t like his own shlick in his mouth. Well, Becca wasn’t having that. She said, “Don’t be a bitch. I’m going to want to taste my own off of your tongue in a few minutes so man the fuck up.” Who was I to argue? Asians are apparently very persuasive.

As she pushes me, once again, up against her car, I get the shocking reminder of how cold it is. “So, my ass might actually freeze to this car if I don’t move.” She said that that was fine, opened up her back door (of her car) and told me to get in. Well, now the guilt was starting to set in a little harder. You would think that barrier had been broken down since I just came on Becca’s face, but Eric was a friend that I’d prefer not to lose.

As Becca climbed in the car on top of me, I voiced my concerns. Yes, I’m a dumbass.

Incredulously, she stares at me for a second with this “Are you serious?” look. “Look, Eric and I were doomed from the start. Our relationship wasn’t working. We’re broken up. Plus, I came onto you. And no one is going to know about this, anyway.” With her tongue back in my mouth and her hand started to softly stroke my member, my rational thought process ended right there. In a rare moment of taking the low road, any barriers of guilt or otherwise dissipated. Off went her shorts. Jiminy Christmas her ass looked phenomenal.

I pulled Becca on top of me in the back seat of the car, with her soaking wet panties rubbing up against my flaccid cock. A soft moan escaped her mouth as I attacked her neck, collarbone and jaw line with my lips; trailing aggressive kisses south. I unzipped her hoodie (we don’t get dressed up to go to the bar after sports) and tore it off of her to reveal a very small tank top. Her amazing, young breasts were practically spilling out of it, while her hard stomach was outlined against the tight cut. It was then that I realized that she had actually planned part of this. This was not a tank top in which to play soccer. She never took the hoodie off and never intended to until right now. For some reason that just turned me on more.

With her petite body grinding against my manhood, I started to get hard again. I put my hands under her tank top to touch her smooth Asian skin. As we started mauling each other’s mouths, I slid one hand up into her black hair, curled it, and gave a light pull. Becca growled into my mouth, her tongue vigorously fighting with my own. I pulled again, harder, as my other hand slipped up under her tank to to her breast. She broke the kissed with an audible hiss. She was so god forsaken hot. And she loved the little roughness that I was using, so I went with it.

My finger tweaked her nipple, making her moan, but confusing me for a split second. Becca giggled. “What? You’ve never been with a girl with pierced nipples?” With that she lifted her tank off, unhooked her bra and slipped it off so I could revel in the perfection that was her body. Becca has pert C cups with tiny pink nipples. Her nipples each had one piercing through them and they were as hard as diamonds. Her toned and flat stomach was moving quickly with her heavy breathing, but I just stopped for one second to trail a finger down it, soaking in her sexiness. At this point, I was rock hard, and only her thin fabric of soaked panties was between me and her.

I had to say something, but like a 14 year old kid looking at boobs for the first time, all of my charm and wit went out the window. So, “You are so hot,” became my wonderful, albeit short monologue about Becca’s body.

A simple smirk and a “Shut up” from her and the break in the storm was over.

We, once again, attacked each other’s bodies. I laid her down in the back seat and started to pay close attention to her breasts…with my mouth. Each time my tongue flicked over her pierced nipple, she had a sharp gasp of breath, followed by a moan or growl. When realizing how sensitive they were, I began to tease them a bit, keeping them in my mouth, and then blowing cool air onto them after releasing them, keeping my warm tongue just far enough away to drive her crazy. Becca would grab my head and shove her tits towards my mouth, with me teasing her. This continued for a few minutes before I decided to not keep her waiting any longer.

I stopped and sat up, ran my finger down to her warm snatch, moved her panties to the side and slid the tip of my finger inside. She tried to buck her hips to get my finger further inside, but I anticipated that. I had another hand on her hips and I held her small, hard body down. She loved and hated me. I took my finger out and brought to my lips, tasting her juices, once again. I could wait to get down there and make her scream with pleasure with my tongue.

The car was a confined space, so going down on her while she was lying down was impossible. I commanded her to get up so I could lie down. She started to protest, “Wait a second! You don’t get to-“ I pulled her up to me, crushing my lips against her, letting her taste just the little bit of her pussy that I had put in my mouth. She melted. She was small enough that I was able to maneuver her around so that I was lying down and she was sitting on top of me. She was enjoying the command I was taking and I wasn’t sure I didn’t like it either. I had never been a dominant person in bed, more of a mutual co-pilot. Being with Becca, though, brought out a confidence that I had never had before.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her dripping pussy to my mouth, so that she was just straight up sitting on my face. Her head was cocked to avoid hitting the roof of the car, so she wasn’t able to bounce. Soon, as my tongue was buried deep into her cunt, lapping up all of her sex, she was screaming. “Oh God! God your tongue is amazing! Mmmmppphhhff!”

I started alternating between her snatch and her clit, gliding my tongue in long flat strokes from bottom to top. After a bit, I started attacking her clit with vigor as she grinded on my face. “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!!” Her cum flowed onto my tongue and into my mouth. It was so sweet and sexy. I licked up as much as I could as Becca slowed her grinding and eventually slid down onto my chest. Her eyes were closed with her mouth still open, the small aftershocks of orgasm flowing through her. She stayed like this for a couple minutes, before opening her eyes and looking down at me like a tiger looks at an antelope. She dove for my mouth and we, once again, started the dance of our tongues. She was licking every bit of her own juice out of my mouth, and I found it so fucking hot that my cock was a steel rod again.

Without any notice, I reached around, took her panties in my hand and pulled. I only meant to pull them to the side for access, but a little bit of them ripped. I was about to apologize, but when Becca purred into my mouth, I decided to keep the dominant façade going. I gave one sharp hard pull, and her thong ripped away from her body. Holy shit, they were absolutely drenched. I tossed them into the front seat as Becca reached around and guided my cock into her hole. Now, as I said, I’m not hung by any means, but I’m at least a bit more than a light switch. Becca, however, was a petite girl. So when I began pushing against her hole, I met more resistance than I thought, given her soaked state. Her finger wrapped around my cock and her tongue attacking mine, I felt like my penis could poke through a piece of ¾” plywood like a fork through melted butter. She noticed the resistance, sat up as much as she could, looked me in the eyes, and slammed her body down onto my spear. Her face once again contorted into a silent scream of pleasure, only to be followed by the extremely audible version.

Confined space, ear splitting scream. That’s the spot.

Becca began rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit against my body as my cock actually filled her up. This was an ego boost. No more pencils down empty hallways! Her hands were on my chest as she grinded, her fingernails digging into my skin. After about 30 seconds, her breathing got quick and heavy again, as the throes of orgasm overcame her once more. This time, though, it didn’t slow her down. She was insatiable, and ready to ride through wave after wave of orgasm. I pulled her to me, reached around, spread her amazing ass cheeks, held her for stability, and went to town. My cock began pistoning in and out of her as she squealed with delight every time my balls slapped against her taint.

The sweat, the sounds, the smell; we were both in heaven. This girl had no walls, no restrictions. I slapped her ass. She loved it. I slapped it again, hard. She did that sexy growl thing again. She moved her body up a bit so I could play with her nipples. I used my teeth a bit to tweak her piercing and that sent her over the edge again. She rode me like I had never been ridden before, and this coupled with her impending orgasm, causing her pussy to massage my dick even more, sent me over that same cliff.

“I’m cumming!” So creative I am in the throes of passion. The wordsmith just awakens in me.

“Yes! Cum inside me! It’s Ok! Please!” The fact that she begged made it explode out of me. I pumped her amazing pussy with my seed while her mouth clamped over mine, screaming.

For a while, we just laid there, panting, reveling in this experience. She leaned up, kissed me again and said “Thanks for that. I was hoping you couldn’t resist forever.” I just smiled.

For me, this was, by far, the filthiest and sluttiest thing I had ever done. For her, well, I found out later she found it amazing and definitely a “diddle jam” (Apparently spank bank is only a male term. I didn’t realize this), but didn’t really crack her top 5 of “crazy sex experiences”. We promised not to tell anyone, so it wouldn’t get back to Eric.

Unfortunately, Eric found out. Apparently, after he had left the bar early, he had forgotten his wallet. 3-4 hours later, he drove back to get it, and he saw Becca and I in the parking lot, making out against her car. He got pissed and we stopped hanging out for a bit. Becca and I only had a few more experiences after that (other stories?), all within a week. After a few weeks, I was able to corner Eric to talk to him about it and apologize. We worked it out. He said mostly the same things Becca did, and that it wasn’t fair for him to take her out of the dating/fucking pool since we lived in a smaller town just because they hooked up for a bit. I ended up being a groomsman at his wedding a couple of years later.

Note: Whew, you don’t realize how many details you remember until you start to think about the experience!

TL;DR – Slutty asian car sex. Eric and I are buds.