The Arts of Korean Nursing 2

The Physiology Class

It was spring semester. The long bitter winter had passed, but I remember it as one of my warmest, surrounded by my friends. Kyong, Suwon, Joung and I met often, and discretely, for we didn't want to have to explain anything. I was teaching Human Physiology. It was all interesting to the young students, but I anticipated most of all the part about sex physiology. I was one of those teachers who wanted to demonstrate as much as possible in class. Some things, of course, you could not demonstrate, but I tried. The curriculum called for the nurses to watch a video on some of the human sexual physiology. This was fine with me. I don't think I could perform in class! But I did think about it! The risks, however, were too high. The day before I was to teach the students about men's sexual physiology (hard-ons, ejaculations and orgasms), the VCR broke! What to do? The tape scheduled for tomorrow was to show the students how to take a sperm sample. I was in a slight panic. Sitting in the afternoon sun in the teacher's lounge, I contemplated what my options were. While I was thinking, Prof. Kim walked in. "She owes me a favor," I thought, remembering back to the days when she got me to model in her art-therapy class. I told her the situation, and asked for her help. "What I do?" she responded. "I would like for you to take a sperm sample from me in class. Since the VCR is broken, we can't watch that part on video. But we can demonstrate it, you and me. The students would be grateful, and I'm sure they'd remember this lesson for a long time." She sat down, red from embarrassment. I took the initiative. "I think you owe me a favor. Besides, think of this as a professional duty. We have students to inform. We don't want them to botch their own nursing practices because they haven't been properly trained." "OK," she said. "I'll show your class tomorrow, and we'll give students real demonstration!" She left the room and I went on with my work. About an hour later, as I was leaving school, I remembered that I had left my papers in one of the classrooms, and so went to retrieve it. From the window in the classroom door, however, I noticed that Prof. Kim was in there, and she was doing something. From my angle, it looked as if she had a banana in her hand, and she was stroking it. She was practicing for the class tomorrow! Pretending not to see her, I walked on in, and surprised her with her hand around the banana. She looked at me, and then looked at the banana in her hand, and turned the darkest color red. She was able to stammer out: "I no husband these days. Practice for tomorrow best way I can." "My dear Prof. Kim," I said. "Why don't we practice together. If you are feeling nervous about class tomorrow, let's practice so you'll be confident before all the students?" "Here? Now?" she asked. "No, how about 8:00 tonight." "Your place or mine?" she asked. "Mine is in need of serious cleaning. Can we make it your place?" I asked. At 8:00 that evening, I showed up at Prof. Kim's house. Her son was away at college, so it was just her and her daughter, Hwa. Hwa opened the door and I was taken immediately by this younger version of Prof. Kim. She was dressed in her pajamas already, actually a long sleep shirt. We began talking while her mom came out. She said that she was studying in her room. I asked her innocently if she knew why I was here. She said her mom said something about a demonstration that her mom was going to help with tomorrow. "What kind of demonstration?" she inquired. With a wink of my eye, I said, "Can't say. You'll have to ask your mom." Just then Prof. Kim came into the room. She had obviously just finished showering. "OK Hwa," she announced. "Back to study." "What are you going to do with Prof. M. tomorrow?" she asked outright. "That's none your business now. Go study. Now." Hwa slowly left the room, and Prof. Kim and I were alone. She suggested we go down to the basement. On the way, she talked about her Hwa. "She so curious about everything; I cannot control her these days. She's so smart and sweet, so it's hard to be controlling parent to her, especially with what father does to us." Once in the basement, we made ourselves comfortable. I told Prof. Kim about my objectives for the lesson tomorrow. "I would like to give every student a chance to get up close and see for themselves what happens to a man. Think you can help me?" "Yes, I hope so." "Good. Let's begin." I took off my clothes and put on a light cloth johnny I had brought. "I want to make this as realistic as possible. At the right time tomorrow, I will lift up the johnny and ask you to massage me until I have an ejaculation." Prof. Kim gulped and nodded OK. I lifted up the johnny, and there she saw my penis in its flaccid state. She gulped, and her hands started to shake. Trying to ease her mind, I tried distracting her: "I will tell the class that this is what a normal penis looks like, but that when stimulated, an entirely new physiology takes over. You will help me demonstrate that in real life. I'm depending upon you." "OK, now take my penis and start massaging it. It won't take long to get hard." With some hesitation Prof. Kim's stretched forth her hands and touched me. "It's been such long time for me. Please to understand." Her small hands felt wonderful on my dick. I could not tell she was out of practice. I began to grow. "Tomorrow, I will walk around the room with you and show each girl exactly what you are doing. You will point out the very sensitive glans part under the head. And I may even ask each student to place their hand on my penis as well." Prof. Kim's massaged my penis for about 10 wonder-filled minutes. During that time I noticed that she was wearing just her bathrobe and a light cover on top of that. Occasionally, as she addressed my penis, I could see down her cleavage into a wonderful sprouting of breast flesh. She was not huge, but she was rather large for her diminutive size. I wondered if Hwa was going to be the same way. As I wondered, who should come into my view (but not Prof. Kim's) but Hwa herself!! She had crept secretly down the steps of the basement, and sat on the fifth stair from the bottom. She could see everything that her mother was doing, as well as her effect upon me! Her mother's back was partially turned to her. I just winked at Hwa and blew her a kiss, something her mother missed in her concentration. I spoke to her mom now. "Any moment now. When I say 'yes,' please grab the head of my penis and the glans with your palm, and twist it all in your hand round and round, back and forth." Just in time, for I was about to blow. I looked up at Hwa on the stairs and caught her eye as I said "Yes." Hwa had one hand on her bosom, one hand hidden down south somewhere on her body. I came all over Prof. Kim, who seemed really to enjoy this "practice". When I looked up again, Hwa was just disappearing up the stairs. "Wow!" she exclaimed. I haven't done that in quite awhile. Her face was flushed. "Was it enjoyable?" I asked. "Very much so." "Well," I began, "Perhaps there's something I can do for you in return?" "OK, but quickly. I don't want my daughter catching us." So she kept robe on, while I helped her remember what a man's hands felt like on her breasts and inner thighs. Soon she was wildly thrashing on my hands. I could hardly keep them on her more erogenous places. As I left, Hwa came out to the front door to see me off. She slyly slipped a note into my hand as we shook hands goodnight. "Oh my God," I thought. Once outside, I unfolded the note. It was on pink paper, and lightly perfumed. The note read: "Prof. M. I want to be your student. Please teach me what you and my mom were practicing. I'll come by tomorrow night. I'll be your good student. You'll see. Your Hwa." The next day was D-day in my physiology class. It was a day everyone was looking forward to. I was taking a big risk doing things the way I was doing them. But I felt that my students would be shortchanged unless I followed through with my plan. I began class by announcing that the VCR was broken. Since this tape was legendary, the students groaned at the news. They had been looking forward all semester to see this particular video. After the groans ended, I explained that I had a special treat, however, to take the place of the tape. "I want everyone to know what will happen before hand, so that you may leave if you are uncomfortable. Also, I want you to know that you cannot speak about what happens here to anyone, on pain of failing this class. Sorry, but that's the way it has to be. I asked Prof. Kim to repeat what I had said in Korean. She did an great job intimidating the students about the consequences. "In a few minutes, Prof. Kim will take a semen sample from me." I stopped for a few moments and let that sink in. The students, among whom included Joung and Suwon, started talking excitedly one to the other. They spoke in the very Korean way of speaking behind their hands, and occasionally sniggering. "Class," I commanded. "We are to be professionals about this, for your help will be required. We need a professional attitude to prevail in the class. Prof. Kim and I will be coming around during the demonstration to make sure you understand exactly how to take a sperm sample. Each of you will have a couple of minutes to practice and ask questions. Any questions now? Anyone want to leave? If not, try to enjoy what happens today. I think I will." Everyone giggled. That gave me confidence that I was doing something right. Then a first-year student raised her hand and asked, "Can I collect the sperm when you're ready?" I had not thought about that, but I said, sure. The student was named Yung. She was a stunning beauty, and I was starting to lose my professional composure as I fantasized about her handling me during my orgasm. "Class," I began again, "I'll be disrobing in a few minutes and putting on a johnny, just like in a medical examination office. And then I'll have Prof. Kim supervise the procedure. She will lift the johnny and show you my penis at rest, and then show you what happens physiologically when that penis is stimulated. I stepped behind a screen and changed my clothes and into the johnny. Coming out, I approached Prof. Kim, and whispered: "Are you OK?" She smiled back. "Let's begin." She lifted the johnny to reveal my flaccid penis. A collective breath was drawn by ten young nursing students. "Notice," Prof. Kim said, "how small and wrinkled it is. I now take penis into hand, and hold it gently, lightly touching it all around. Notice how it responds to touch. See. It is growing rather quickly. Not all men do it this fast. Some you'll have to take extra time with. If your patient has trouble growing, find spot just under penis head, on the underside, called glans. You'll see a picture of this in your textbook on page 284. Rub the glans, because that's where men feel it most on penis. Or ask him what he likes. " Prof. Kim then took me around to each student in the classroom. She showed each one where to hold my penis, and how to rub it to maximum effect. Each student had more than enough to hold and massage my penis. Some were shy and just barely touched me; others tried to take longer than the allotted time. Joung and Suwon, sitting together, did their duty as I passed them by, as they knew this routine by now. Joung remembered my favorites spots and smiled shyly up at me as she rubbed away. One girl wanted to finger the slit at the top of my penis, but Prof. Kim slapped her hand away. Another tried to hold my balls, but Prof. Kim discouraged her. I told Prof. Kim that it was OK, holding my balls like she did felt wonderful, and might help some men come more easily. Finally, after all the young women had touched, rubbed and handled my penis, I was about ready to come. They had seemed to enjoy themselves too. Faces were flushed, breathing was irregular, and there was squirming in the seats. Suwon's nipples were sticking out noticeably. "Note patient's breathing rate," said Prof. Kim. "His penis really excited. If we stimulate it much more, he will ejaculate for us." She was right. I was ready. I motioned for Yung to approach. Approaching me, Yung looked at me and held my gaze and commanded me wordlessly not to look anywhere else until she was finished. She seemed to communicate that she would enjoy this as much as I would. But she said, "Prof. M. Are you ready?" I nodded, licking my dry lips. Yung's technique was unique and wonderful. Her touch was light, but firm. Instead of lightly wringing the head of my penis like I had instructed Prof. Kim, she instead pulled lightly from the mid-point of my penis to the tip with her fingers. She grasped my penis with the head in her palm, and the fingers splayed out lengthwise over my penis, drawing her fingers up toward the head. I was totally unprepared for the sensation, and my orgasm arrived sooner than I had thought. Luckily, Yung had the specimen collecting jar ready, and didn't miss a drop. All the while she stroked and collected, she held my gaze with her eyes and wouldn't let it go, any more than she didn't let my penis go until she had milked the last of the sperm from it. With a shudder, I came back to reality. Yung had taken me somewhere I had never been before, but now I was back, and virtually naked to my class. The students had watched their professor have an orgasm in front of them. In the name of teaching. The class erupted into applause, and some were clapping Yung on the back. I reminded myself to give Yung an A. Yung was the last to leave as I was putting on my clothes. She came up and surprised me. "I liked that," she said. "I did, too. You have a great technique for rubbing a penis." Without blushing, she said, "Thank you. See you later." I remember thinking, "I'm pretty sure I will." That evening, Hwa came by as promised. I welcomed her in with a handshake, in which I slipped her a note. It read: "Dear Hwa: I am honored to be your teacher. I will try to be a good teacher to you, but you must tell me what you want to know. Good teaching depends on good communication! -Prof. M." She read the note and smiled. Her smile seemed to light up her features. She had dark brown hair that she let fall every which way. But it was shiny and smelled nice. She had on an off-white t- shirt and short pants. I invited her into the kitchen to have some tea. While the tea was brewing, I asked her about her life and made small conversation. She was in the 11th grade, made all A's, and wanted to major in piano at a conservatory in either Seoul or New York. "So why are you here?" I asked. She blushed. "You know why I'm here. I want to learn about what men and women do together." "But you're not a woman yet," I teased. I wanted to see how serious she was. "Oh yes I am! I've got breasts (patting her breasts) and I've got hair down here (pointing to her lower regions), and I feel strange things when I saw you and my mom last night. I want you to teach me." "Why me?" I persisted. "Because I don't have anyone. My father and mother don't get along. She thinks I am a kid. I have no boyfriend because I study too much. I have see you naked. So I want you to teach me. If you can..." Now she was playing with me. "I think we can learn from each other," I said. "Now, tell me what you know." She told me, "All I know is that men and women have different parts, and somehow they use them together, and it's fun. I saw you last night with your part grown all big, and my mother holding and rubbing it. Why does it grow big?" I explained: "My 'part', called the penis, or 'chaji' in Korean, grows big whenever a beautiful woman excites a man." "How does she excite the man?" "It happens many ways. It could be a glance, a wink, a show of her flesh. Almost anything. You see, the man's biggest sex organ is his brain, his imagination. If he thinks he's going to have a woman come near him, he thinks all kinds of thoughts, and he grows big." "Then what happens." "Well," I said. "If a woman rubs the penis enough, or if he is stimulated enough by inserting his penis into the woman's vagina, he has an orgasm. You saw me have one last night with your mom." "Do you like orgasm?" she asked. "Yes, of course. An orgasm is the best physical thing you can ever feel, no matter if you are a man or a woman." "Do I make you big?" Whew! She was fast! "I think you can, and I think you will before you leave tonight. Now, are you excited by me?" "What do you mean?" "Do you feel excited, nervous, dry in the mouth, or wet in your vagina area?" Hwa blushed when I said this, but she nodded yes. "What? Where?" I asked. "I feel wet down here, and I feel an aching in my breasts. It's almost like they all need to be touched. If they don't, I feel like I'll burn up. I think I need orgasm, no?" "We'll do that, soon enough. Let's go into my bedroom where we'll be comfortable. On the way I switched on some Schubert piano music that set the mood. When we got to my room, we sat down on my bed. "Hwa, are you ready to begin?" She nodded her approval. "What do you feel like doing most right now," I asked. "I want to see your penis. I want to see if I can make it excited." "OK, then starting looking for it." And she did. She asked me to stand up and then she took off my pants, and hiked down my underwear. My penis was flaccid at the moment. I had willed it not to move while she was talking about her wanting to discover what sex was about. She took the small penis, and asked what to do with it. "Remember what your mother was doing last night? And so she did. She wrapped it around her small hand, until soon it was larger around than her hand could reach. I could tell she was really enjoying herself. She would occasionally shift in her seat as her own excitement overtook her body. An occasional hand would stray to her breast as she pulled and tugged and rubbed my penis. "How am I doing, teacher?" she asked. "Very well," I commented. "You learn quickly. What do you feel like doing now?" "I need something to happen to my breasts and my vagina, but I don't know what. Will you help me out?" she asked. So I got her to stand up and I pulled off her pants, her underwear, her shirt and her bra. She was very shy to do so, however. I asked her why she was shy, for it seemed like I would not get to see her body. She replied, "I am ashamed of my body ... not pretty." "My dear Hwa," I replied. "You are a beautiful woman. Would you like to see how really excited I can get?" She looked up at me and nodded yes. "OK, then, please let me take off your clothes. You promised me you would be a good student." After that, she seemed very willing to give in to the moment. She asked me to take off her shirt and bra first, and then her pants and underwear. As I did, I worshiped each part of her body with my hands and tongue. She obviously liked all this attention, and her eyes shone with desire. "Dear God, what a body!" I whistled under my breath. Her legs were long and thin. Her thighs were solid. The sculpture of her stomach contrasted with the stunning architecture of her breasts rising out of the plain of her chest. Flowing over everything was her ample hair. Occasionally a nipple would poke through her hair, or a thigh, or the wafting smell from her excited vagina. Her breasts were size "A", I figured, but their beauty made me weak from pleasure. Topping these mounds were light pink nipples which were the first things I touched. As I did she immediately changed her expression and loosened her hold on my penis as I shifted the focus of attention from me to her. "OH, I feel like I am on fire! How do I put out my fire?" she exclaimed. "Guide my hand," I said. She took it and rubbed her breasts with my hands for a good five minutes. Then she took them and had me touch her clitoris. Just a few seconds of that was enough to send her over into orgasmland. A few minutes later, she released my soaked hand. A few minutes after that she was able to talk. "Oh, that was unbelievable. Now I understand my mother better. I even think I understand my father better, because I hear he has lots of women around Korea." And on she went, talking about this and about that ... until she finally realized she had a naked man in front of her. "Oh my God, look at me. Here I've been concentrating on me, and forgetting you." And so she began tugging and fondling me again. I rubbed her wondrous breasts some more (to which she purred her appreciation). After a few minutes, I told her that I was about to come. She said she was ready, and lay down beneath me, never letting go of my penis. Somehow, I completely lost track of where I was and who I was, only that some power had me by the penis and I had to give it my full attention. When I finally came to my senses, she was covered in my semen. Even her wonderful hair had some in it. "Well, professor, what's my grade so far?" I managed to say, "A+". Are you ready for the next lesson? Sure, but I've got to get home now. Can we save it for next week? The next day at school Yung was the center of attention. Many students had heard something about her experience yesterday in the physiology class. But I heard that she was not talking. Neither were the rest of the students. All the inquisitive students could find out that something happened; no details. Late in the afternoon, Yung came to see me. She was dressed in a conservative black suit that hinted of casual, but also of sophistication. My face lighted up when she walked in my office. She greeted my smile with her own broad grin. "I guess we were a hit yesterday," she began. I decided to play it cool at first. "Well, it was either a demonstration, or just read about sperm collecting from a dull textbook, with 1 picture." "Prof. M., what happened yesterday was really wonderful. I want to thank you for it. But it has also raised some problems. You see, I got all excited yesterday by you, and I just can't get you ... I mean ... the experience yesterday out of my mind." "I see," I said, noncommital. "And what I was wondering," she continued, "Well, I was wondering if we could do it again?" Immediately she blushed. "What I meant to say is, you got your excitement, but I didn't get my excitement." "Ms. Yung," I said. "You have an excellent point. So we went out to dinner, and then agreed to end up at my apartment. Over dinner we talked about our lives. She had grown up in Seoul, but moved to this small city when her parents divorced, and her father returned to his hometown. (Kids of divorced parents were often taken as a trophy by the father, who then had his parents raise them.) This was what happened to Yung. She was being raised by her grandmother in an outlying district. She went home from the dorm on weekends. I asked about boyfriends, and the usual. She said that she had had boyfriends before, but they were really immature for her. Plus, she wouldn't even look at a man now unless he had completed his compulsory three years of military service. "I'm not waiting around for anyone," she said rather strongly. "What is your sexual experience?" I asked. "Yesterday it seemed like you knew your way around a penis!" She blushed, but kept my eye. "You're right. I've known a couple of men. But the bodies which those penises were connected to were boys. Especially in the brain department. I have watched you over the year, M, and I think you're different." "How so?" "I think you will respect me, no matter what we do. I watched you yesterday. You would not break my gaze when I was ... holding you. That tells me that I can work, or play, with you." "Shall we leave, then?" I asked. "It sounds like we've some things to do!" On the way home, we stopped several times on the street to kiss. Each time she came close and pressed up against me. Our carnal knowledge of each other had begun. It was not long before she had my penis hard-pressed against her thigh. This, coupled with her breasts so consciously poked into my stomach, I was rapidly wishing we were back at my apartment! When we arrived, Yung asked to disrobe me first. She took her time, which drove me wild with desire. Whenever she took off a piece of my clothing, she took at least five minutes rubbing or sucking whatever came into view. It took 20 minutes before she got to my penis. By then, it was weeping like crazy with pre-cum. She started her famous pulling technique, and then stopped. "My turn," she announced. Her black suit seemed to have no buttons or zippers. It stayed on her through an excellent tailoring job, and elastic in the right places. I began with her top. Underneath that was a tank top t-shirt, under which was only her skin. Turning her around, I decided to undress her fully before taking in her entire body. All I really saw before turning her around was her exquisite buns. When she did turn around, I was in shock! Her nipples were puffy, the first time I had ever seen them "in the flesh." They capped medium sized breasts with a beautiful pear shape. She saw my reaction to her breasts and nipples, and said, "M, these fruits are yours for the picking. Enjoy yourself." I reached out and touched the tender puffy nipple of her left breast. The reaction on Yung was as immediate as it was evident. She came! Just one touch of her breast, and she was in orgasmville! I tried the other breast nipple, and she came quickly again. I wondered aloud what was going on. "I'm really turned on," she said. "Almost anything will set me off." And she moved in closer, doing a full body press on my body. My cock was caught up in her belly button area, but I managed to shift it down so that the top of it rubbed its way along her entire vagina area. She obviously liked that, and came several more times in this fashion. By this time, I was ready to explode. We went over to my bed, and she climbed on top of my penis, impaling herself. I reached out with my hands to torment her puffy nipples, and she came several more times in the process. Her up and down movement on my penis made her beautiful breasts jump and move in magical ways. It was almost as if she were treating my penis like a baton, and her entire body was responding to its leading. Would her orgasms ever stop? I asked her that question. She said it rarely happens that she gets all fucked out, but if we really try, she might last only an hour more. "An hour more?!" I thought. "I'll be killed by this woman before I can satisfy her." But I tried nevertheless. I thought about anything and everything in order to keep from coming. I massaged her clit with my fingertips, my tongue. I went after those luscious nipple candies again. Finally in one furious five minute burst, I attacked her vagina with my penis, her nipples with my mouth and fingers, and her clit with my free hand. After one continuous orgasm of several minutes, during which I blasted my load inside her, she finally settled back down to earth. What a woman! After we took a shower together, all that rubbing in the shower set her going again. It was all I could do to bring her to 15 orgasms, which her superior nipples aided, before I had to call it a night. The following weekend, I am home alone on Saturday night, and the doorbell rings. I had forgotten! It was Hwa's time to come over for her next lesson. I let her in and we hugged before she could take off her shoes. "I am so glad to see you, M," she said. "Why is that?" I asked. "Because I have looked forward to tonight all week long!" "What do you want to learn tonight?" I asked. "Oral sex." I asked her to take off my clothes and then I would take off hers. Like last time, she got very interested in my penis, and almost forgot what she was doing. Knowing the beauty that lay underneath her clothes, with trembling hands, I took them off her incredibly sexy body. She seemed to enjoy all the attention I was paying her breasts and vagina. By the time we were both undressed, she had already had two orgasms. "Oral sex," I began, "is when you take your partner's sex organs into your mouth or lick them with your tongue." Allow me to demonstrate two ways. I leaned down to her vagina, and started licking her entire vulva area, closing in slowly but surely on her target of love, the clitoris. By the time I reached her clitoris, she was convulsing heavily with breathing. The first touch of my tongue to her clit sent her off. When she came down, she said that was wonderful. "I want to do the same thing for you," she said in her eager voice. Let me lick you. So I showed her how. "Give me your finger." I took her finger into my mouth and sucked on it, licked it and gave it all the attention it needed. She looked at this demonstrating in complete wonderment. "That feels wonderful, too." I guess everything to a neophyte in sex felt fresh and new. Hwa was so much fun. "Remember, when you suck, treat my penis as a lollipop, and remember not to use your teeth."" I lay down on my bed, and let Hwa take over. Licking my penis' underside, Hwa transported me to another place and time. She was very good, and gentle. Then came the time when she started taking me into her mouth, remembering not to use her teeth. At first, she was awkward (but even that felt wonderful!), and then she got into a rhythm, taking more and more into her mouth, until she was able to swallow my entire penis. "Oh my God," I thought. This daughter of my fellow professor has me under her complete control. I reached over and rubbed her breasts and nipples, which responded to my touch. Hwa stopped her attention to my penis long enough to have an orgasm of her own. This girl was amazing. Finally, Hwa put her mouth into high gear, and before long I was about to shoot. But I had forgotten to explain what she should do with my semen. What would she do? I told her that my orgasm was just about to come blasting into her mouth, and that she could either swallow it or not. It was up to her. My nuts were tight. She grabbed them and gave a yank and I was over the edge, coming first in her mouth, and then all over myself. She had some effect upon my sperm count! Hwa was happy with all that she had learned that evening. After resting a bit and talking, she started pulling on my penis again. What did she want now? "I've just got to have it again before I have to go!" Her mouth clamped down on my penis, and didn't let go until she had milked me dry. I returned the favor to her, and then it was time for her to go. I walked her most of the way home. In our conversation, I told her how grateful I was at being able to teach her. She said the same thing about my teaching her. We parted with a long, soulful kiss in which she rubbed my penis to its maximum hardness. "Something to remember me by, until next week," were her parting words. The next week at school, I avoided Prof. Kim, fearing that she might suspect what her daughter was doing with me. But my fears were groundless. In fact, she seemed to trust me in some sort of way, and relied upon me in the kind of way she might rely upon a husband. On Wednesday afternoon, she found me in the cafeteria, and asked to talk to me. "Sure," I said. "What's going on?" "I really appreciate all your help to me this year. You have helped me in ways I cannot speak about. But now I need a big 'pu-tak' (favor) from you." "Whatever you need, I'll try to help out. You saved my physiology class and I am thankful to you as well." "This weekend," she said, "I need to go Seoul for medical conference. I was going to have my son come home from college to take care of Hwa. But he has final exams and cannot carry out his promise to me. I don't have anyone to ask but you. Will you stay with Hwa this weekend at my home? It'll be for two nights." As nonchalantly as I could I managed to get out, "Sure." Relief flooded Prof. Kim's face. She forgot her normal demeanor and hugged me. "This is important conference, and I must attend. I know Hwa will have good time with you." "Right," I thought. On Friday afternoon, I went over to Prof. Kim's home with my things for the weekend. Prof. Kim had to catch the train, so she quickly kissed Hwa and shook my hand, and she was off. Hwa and I just smiled as she left. It was a strange sensation to have such an opportunity handed to you. "Come and let me show you my home," Hwa said. "I don't think you've seen anything except the basement." She led me on a tour of the house. It was modest in size, a first level and a basement; however, out in the fenced back yard was a small pool. Pool furniture lined the apron surrounding the pool. Off in one corner was a box, which Hwa proceeded to drag out towards the pool. She opened it up and started taking out party materials: paper plates, cups, chopsticks, drinks and things. "What's going on?" I asked, though I suspected. "I'm throwing a party for you and some of my friends tonight. It starts in a couple of hours." I helped her get things together around the pool, and then she said, "Come on inside. I want to show you my new swim suit." I didn't have to be asked twice for that! She led me to her room, where she casually stripped in front of me and then stepped into her new, white bikini. She was exquisite in her new suit. And I told her so. "Thank you for the compliment. What do you think is the best: the top or the bottom?" she asked playfully. Responding in kind, I said, "Well, I'd have to make a careful inspection, to see which part felt best to me." "Go right ahead." We have an hour before the first guests arrive. Like a boy at a candy store for the first time, I didn't know whether to go upstairs or downstairs. This was the kind of hard decision I liked! For a change, I started with her bottom. Stepping up to her face to face, I looked into her eyes as I placed my hands around her on her butt. I just rubbed her through the bikini's fabric for a few minutes. Eventually she responded by grinding her pelvis into my left leg. Of course, this friction made my hard as well. Lowering her bikini bottom to the floor, she stepped away and then resumed her original position against my leg. Her breathing became irregular and faster as she abandoned herself to the feeling, my hands massaging her buns, and her pelvic region stimulated by my left leg. Then, I reached up and removed Hwa's bikini top. Her extended nipples invited my touch. We lay down on my bed, so my hands could get busy with these very sensitive tips to her beautiful, pear-shaped breasts. Laying down behind her, I reached around and took each breast in one hand, and did not let go for several minutes. The effect was as immediate upon her as it was effective. Almost no time elapsed before she came, with just my stimulation of these nipples. After a few minutes, she turned around, and said, "Let's not concentrate on me so much. I feel bad for doing that the last two times with you. I'm going to take off your clothes, and make you a happy man." With me lying now naked on my back, Hwa brought her body to bear against my hard penis in a most imaginative way. Starting with her feet, she used all the body parts she could to stimulate my penis. Her massage with her feet left me surprised and gasping. Her small feet kneaded my penis flesh in very erotic ways. The sight of those feet on my penis was really turning me on. Her small toe traced small figures into my penis flesh. Then she started mouthing my penis. A light, teasing tickling with her tongue kept me hard, but on this side of an orgasm. Then she used her breasts. While they were not large enough to have the kind of cleavage to wrap around my penis, she used her nipples to stimulate the glans area. This was the most erotic thing she did. Kneeling at my side, perpendicular to me at my penis, she dragged her body sideways, so that first her right and then her left nipple dragged across that extra-sensitive penis part. This erotic scene was heightened because it started in her a string of nipple-oriented orgasms. "Oh my God. Ai-go. Too much!" she panted. After about ten minutes of this, she then lay down beside me, but with both of us on our sides, with me behind her in a "spoon" position. She reached around and grabbed my rock-hard penis and guided me to her pussy area. "But you're a virgin," I exclaimed. "Do you want me to enter you from the rear?" "No, a virgin I'll remain. I just want you to take your penis and rub across the outside of my pussy." What a nice position. With her squeezing her legs together, and with me inserting my penis into the small area formed by her legs just outside her pussy area, it was almost like entering a real pussy. With each thrust, her juices coated my penis, making the experience more and more enjoyable. For her too. Each time I thrust forward, I tickled her clitoris with the head of my penis.After a few minutes of this, she was gasping again from the far side of her multiple orgasms. I reached around with my free hand and stimulated her clitoris directly. The effect upon her was immediate. She stiffened her entire body, grabbed her nipples and came for all she was worth! That was all I could take as well, and I withdrew my penis and came upon her back. What this young girl could do! And to me! A few minutes later, her guests arrived. It was to be a small party of five people. In addition to Hwa and me, she invited two of her girl friends from high school, Mina and Ahn. Ahn's boyfriend also arrived with the two girls. His name was Byong. Byong was a small, wiry, but muscular young man of 18. He was on the wrestling team at school. His face was very ready to smile at just about anything, plus he was a bit nervous, which made him smile even more. His girlfriend Ahn was also small, perhaps one of the smallest young budding women I had seen. Perhaps 4' 6" tall and 80 pounds, she was nevertheless a mature 18-year old package of womanhood. I estimated her breast size to be a 29A. Her English was not that great, so she and I were to converse what we could in Korean language. She had on a loose shirt and jeans. Her glasses made her look like an intellectual. Ahn's face was lovely, a classic-styled Korean beauty she was to become! Mina introduced herself to me. She was also 18, just last week, but also well on her way to becoming a lovely woman. Her tight orange top covered what appeared to be a 31A or small 'B' breast size. Her jeans flared out to show a nice set of buns. But it was her eyes that I noticed most of all. They were hypnotic. They seemed alive with their own life and energy. When she looked at me, I could not break her gaze until she released me. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place her right away, until she told me, "Yung is my twin sister. We are fraternal twins." My mouth dropped, speechless. Yung was an incredibly sexy young woman, and it looked like her sister was too. Mina came over to me and kissed me on the cheek, and whispered, in Korean: "I know everything." Then she backed away and locked my eyes again in her gaze. It was going to be an interesting party! We ate first. Hwa had ordered Chinese take-out (in Korea, Chinese food is the best!), and we took it out beside the pool and ate. Hwa produced some beer, which everyone enjoyed. After half an hour, with the sun going down, we were mellow in each other's company. During dinner our conversation turned to school, to life in America, and to the typical things that teenagers talk about. After we cleared away the food, Hwa instructed us to gather near the pool on a blanket. She had a deck of cards in her hand. "Now, we're going to play strip poker," she announced in a slightly tipsy voice. "Here are the rules. Each person takes one card. The ace is high, the two is low. Whoever has the low card, loses. He or she will have to sacrifice one piece of their clothing. Socks count as one piece. The person with the highest card will be the one who gets to remove that piece of clothing. But that's not all. The person who wins draws another card, and the value of the card is the amount of time they have to remove that piece of clothing. They can only touch that part of their body where the clothing covers. If there's a tie for winning or losing, the persons with the tie have to share the same fate, whether it is removing a piece of their clothes, or removing a piece of someone else's clothes. Finally, if two people of the same sex are winners and losers, only the loser has to remove his or her clothes, by themselves. That is, unless they want to remove each other's clothes. Everyone ready? We all looked around. Mina, sitting across from me, gave me a knowing look. And we all gave Hwa our signal we were ready. The first round, Byong lost to Mina. Mina drew a 4 after that, so she took 4 minutes to remove Byong's white socks. But the way she did it was a sight to behold. She fondled his toes as if they were individual penises. The game was off to a hot start! The second round I lost to Ahn. Since I had not put on my socks after Hwa and I had our pre- party romp, Ahn removed my shirt after drawing a 9. Asking me to stand up, she started to take off my t-shirt. But that proved difficult. She was so small, and I was so tall, that either she had to stand on a chair, or I had to kneel in front of her. For safety, I kneeled. As she peeled off my shirt, she came close in so that more than just her hands handled my body. Her breasts, hidden within their own fabric, rubbed intentionally, brazenly, against my stomach and chest. And this had an effect upon my penis. My short pants tented with my penis straining to get free. Ahn ended her 9 minutes with her covered breasts rubbing my uncovered nipples. After this demonstration, the party entered a new gear. We realized this was going to be serious fun! The third round Hwa won, and Mina was her target. She drew a Queen, and so had 10 minutes to remove Mina's clothing. Mina elected to have Hwa do the honors, but she started with Mina's pants! Within minutes, Mina was in her underwear. She looked surprised at how fast things had gone, but she gave me another look, and opened her legs slightly so I could see her dressed that way. In the next round, Byong and I drew 9s, and Ahn drew a three. We then drew a 7 for our time to remove a piece of her clothing. Taking a cue from the previous round, Byong and I consulted with each other and removed her top. She stood up and held her arms up, and Byong in front and I in the back lifted up the shirt of this lithe, tiny beauty. No bra! I quickly discovered. She hardly needed one, however. Her breasts were absolutely firmly anchored to her petite body frame, but soft to the touch. Byong took one, and I the other, and for the rest of our time we admired her tits with our hands and tongues. She shivered in delight as we all sat down, and sat up proudly with her breasts in full view. Byong's and my penises were just as obvious, though hidden. I won the next round, and Mina lost. Since she already had her pants off, I looked her in the eyes and communicated that it was shirt-time. I had 3 minutes. Standing up together, we approached each other and I quickly lifted her orange top. Her bra was a sheer one that showed that she had exactly the same nipples as her sister Yung. They were puffed out! Her bra left nothing to the imagination, and so for 3 minutes I let my fingers to the walking around her upper body, including over her bra. She purred her pleasure. The next round went to Hwa, who beat Byong. He had only lost his socks, and this time he lost his shirt. For 10 minutes, Hwa played with his upper body and nipples, and occasionally brushed her body up against his hard-on. He lost the next round to his girlfriend, who drew a 5. His pants left the scene quickly, and Ahn mercilessly rubbed the front of his underwear until wet, pre-cum stains appeared. It was obvious they had done things like this before, but both were out of breath when time was called. Hwa lost the next round to me. Since she had not yet lost, I knew she had on her underwear, a shirt and her short pants. I went for the shirt in the 8 minutes I had. Her breasts drews gasps of delight from the small crowd, and soon Hwa was doing her own gasping, as I let her have 8 minutes of nipple-focused heaven. Her orgasm in minute #2 was the first of the evening. Her orgasm at the end of minute #8 was the tenth. We were all very turned on by this. Our hands started rubbing our own bodies in response. Ahn lost to me in the next round, and I completed her disrobing with the removal of her underwear. In the four minutes allotted to me, I caressed her vulva area with my hands, and then my tongue. She came at the end of our time together, her small body tensing and then releasing in pleasure. Mina and Hwa both drew cards with 5 on them. Ahn and I drew 6s. Together we would disrobe each girl. Hwa would lose her short pants to Ahn, and Mina would give up her bra to me. I drew the card that would give us the time. It was an ace! YES! Ten minutes! And what a 10 minutes they were! Ahn quickly liberated Hwa's pants and started to rub her southern regions, back and front, where they had covered her skin. Her hands even reached to her pussy area, and Hwa resounded with more orgasms. With that sound in the background, I worked on Mina's bra. Reaching around, eyes again locked on each other, I dropped her bra to the ground and then lightly touched her breasts with their puffy nipples. She collapsed into me, staggered by the feeling. As she collapsed, she ground herself into my penis. What an exquisite, wonderful feeling, to have this girl melt into a shape that conformed to my own body! By the time our ten minutes were up, she had come several times. Also at the end of our time, no one seemed to be able to stop, and Byong joined in, first removing his own underwear to reveal a sizeable penis, and then removing Hwa's underwear (leaving her naked). Mina stopped long enough to announce: "M here has his clothes on. He wins. What's his prize?" Everyone stopped to think, but very reluctantly, because each was involved in their own world. After a little thought, my prize was to be whoever I wanted, if she wanted to be my prize. I looked around. Ahn was certainly alluring with her diminutive, fully developed body, but I didn't know Byong well enough to assume Ahn and I could take our liberties together. Hwa and her super-sensitive body was also demanding my attention, but I had already tasted of her that evening. So, my choice was easy. I looked at Mina and said, "I would like to be yours tonight. Will you have me?" She only responded with her eyes. A space was cleared on the blanket while Mina removed the rest of my clothes. Ahn came over to help her, with her breasts rubbing my legs as she struggled with my jeans. Together, they revealed my penis. After Ahn took one long feel of my penis with her extra-small hand, she went over to Byong and sat down with the rest. It was show time with Mina and me in the center of the blanket. She began with her look at me. I think she was hypnotic with the way she looked at me. Something pre-verbal and primal came through in her look. I was certainly entranced by her. After we broke our eye-hold on each other, I rubbed her breasts with one hand, and her pussy with another. Her puffy nipples quivered with each orgasm, as if they had tiny muscles underneath them. Tasting her nipples during her orgasms, they felt as if tiny popcorn kernels were going off under her nipples. She then changed position to lick my penis. All the while she licked, she locked my eyes with her almond-shaped eyes. I could see my reflection in them. "Come," her eyes urged. "Come!" And so I did. I splashed her mouth, her breasts, and even got one shot that landed on Ahn's foot. "Great show!" everyone clapped. I was spent, and so I rested and watched as the rest of the teenagers poked and explored their bodies. Byong was lying on his back, with Ahn impaled upon his penis. She was bouncing up and down, with her perfect breasts keeping time. Hwa sat on his face, as she came time and again with his attention to her clitoris. Her hands kept her nipples in a state of constant frustration. After a few moments, Byong let his sperm spew on the back of Hwa, still on his face. Ahn reached down to assist him manually through his orgasmic throes. It was an amazing sight. Ahn then came over to Mina and to me, and asked if she could join me in some love-making. That was cool with Mina, and so Ahn leaned over and sucked new life into my limp penis. Her mouth was small, so she could not get much in, but what she lacked in equipment, she made up for in technique. She knew exactly where my sensitive spots were (had she consulted with anyone?), and in just two minutes I was hard. During that time, I was mesmerized by the feel of her breasts in my hand. Lying down, she invited me to enter her vagina. Knowing that she was not a virgin, I did not hesitate. My penis was large for her. It took several minutes of slow in-and-out movement to prepare the way for my entry. During that time, she came and came and came, cooing like a song bird, and I was not even inside her yet! All that coming action must have prepared her well, for all at once, I glided in and bottomed out in her, just as I was fully inside her. The velvety tightness of Ahn was certainly overwhelming. Her coos of pleasure attracted everyone's attention, and it was not long before we were the main event. The sight of my large penis and body inside and next to her pint-sized body was arousing, and everyone had their hand on either their own sex organs, or were massaging someone else's. Finally, during one of her earthiest orgasms, I had mine. What sweet pleasure it was! And everyone else soon came again, either with their own hands or someone else's hands upon their body. I had had three orgasms that night, and so I was spent. I spent the rest of the time watching the three girls and one young man enjoy themselves, but I could tell that their energy was waning. Mina was the first to uncouple herself from the crowd, and came over to where I was. She was positively flushed from her sex play, and sweaty too. I suggested either a short swim, or a shower. "How about both?" Naked, we jumped into the pool and swam some laps together. Her eyes kept on searching mine out, and I found myself again strangely taken by her. Jumping out of the pool, we found the shower. I lathered up my hands and rubbed her clean, inside and out. She grunted a few times in orgasmic satisfaction to that, and then returned the favor. The feel of her small hand and the lubricating soap was the right effect, and I had my fourth release of the evening. I was having an unbelievable time! When we got out to the pool, everyone else was in as well, and so Mina and I joined them. "Are we spending the night here?" someone asked. Hwa said it was OK, however Byong had a wresting team curfew to keep, and Mina had her own parents' curfew to keep. So within a few minutes, they had to leave. I walked them both to the door. Byong said he was glad to meet me, and hoped that I would enjoy my evening, whatever happened. Mina melted against me again as her way of saying Goodbye. Her kiss aroused me once again, because when she left, I was left with a boner. I walked into the living room where Hwa and Ahn were, sporting my erection. "My God," said Ahn in Korean. "What shall we do with M?" And it wasn't long before each was handling my penis in her own way. Asking me to spread my legs out, Hwa started working on my balls with her hand, and then her mouth. Ahn got some suntan oil and applied it to my dick with her small hands. Using both, she was able to complete the circumference of my penis. Up and down her hands went, with her two thumbs paying special attention to my sensitive glans. This went on for quite awhile, for I didn't think I could come again. Finally, however, when I placed each of my hands on each girl's chest, that was enough. I erupted, and then collapsed. I think I fell asleep right there, for when I woke up it was dark and I was covered up on the carpet where I had collapsed. I looked at my watch and discovered it was 4:00 in the morning. And I needed to pee badly! When I have to pee badly in the night, I wake up with a raging hard-on. So I went to the bathroom, only to find out that I was not alone. A naked Ahn was just finishing up. I greeted her with a kiss and a hug. "Good morning," she said in Korean, "Did you sleep well." "Like a baby," I said, and she grinned. Our hug kept on going, and my penis, still hard, nestled between the breasts of this young, small beauty. She rubbed me back and forth between her ample chest, rubbing my penis on her chest from nipple to nipple. As my penis came into contact with her nipple, she breathed in sharply. Then I picked up this 80 pound young woman with my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We locked our lips and tongues together as she lowered her now gaping pussy onto my iron hard penis. It was not long before she bottomed out on me this way. Gasping through her mouth, and snorting through her nose, she started her cooing again, but quietly so as not to disturb Hwa's sleep. Her orgasms were intense and long, and pretty soon I had mine as well. Disengaging ourselves, we stepped into the shower and proceeded to clean each other as Mina and I had done the night before. We each left the shower having peaked again. I was never tired of this small-package woman and her charms. Later in that day, Ahn and Hwa and I went out to the pool to enjoy the sun. Hwa had her new bikini on, Hwa had found on old one of Hwa's and I was in my shorts. Korean's usually don't sunbathe, because they think tanned skin reminds them of blue collar workers who have to work outside, so the sun oil was SPF 60. They would not cook at all if they had the sun oil on them. Naturally, we asked each other to do the honors. Hwa was first, and asked me to oil her up. First on her stomach, I rubbed the oil into her legs, then into her butt, taking special care to linger there (she loved that!), and then her back. Turning her over, I repeated the exercise, lingering under her bikini bottoms, but removing her top before dribbling the oil on her nipples and breasts. "OH GOD!" she cried. That feels so good. A few seconds was all it took for her to come. Ahn was next. She asked me to take off her swim suit first. It didn't really fit, so why bother? Stretching her magnificently small body on the blanket, I rubbed the oil first into her back and legs. Turning her over, I rubbed her breasts and nipples with my oil-lubricated fingers. She could not get enough, and came hard when I reached down to her clitoris. My turn. My shorts were tented already, so I asked Hwa to release them from me. Standing, with Ahn in front, Hwa in back, they rubbed me down with the oil. Ahn was especially delicate with her small hands on my penis. She twisted her small hand back and forth on my penis head with one hand, and then rubbed my glans with the other. I had to lie down when she did that, and I took the rest of their application lying down. Hwa joined in the lubrication of my penis, one hand on the lower part and the other coating my balls with oil. Together they started a four-part rhythm with their four hands on my dick, and I responded with a massive orgasm that Ahn took on her face. We could now stay out in the sun with some peace! That evening, after Ahn had to leave, Hwa and I continued our private lessons, but I don't think she needed them anymore. The next morning, I graduated her with a multi-orgasm session, and then we cleaned up the house before her mom returned. A few weeks later, Yung came by my office. Dressed in a pair of shorts and halter top, she quickly got my attention. Again, her eyes were mesmerizing. I could not tell if she really had some power over me or not. All I knew was that when she looked at me, I could not refuse anything se asked. She closed the office door behind her and came over to my desk. Laying her books on the chair, she said that she and her sister were inviting me over to their home the next Friday evening. Their parents were gone for the evening and the next day until the afternoon, so it would be just us. Before she left my office, she leaned over and kissed me great passion. "I think you'll find Friday night very interesting," she said. I asked, "Who will be there?" "Just Mina and me." I was instantly hard, which Yung noticed, and which she teased through my pants. Friday finally arrived, finally. I wonder what the girls had in mind. I knocked on the door, and both girls opened the door. It was something to behold both of them at the same time. Each girl tried to get my attention with her eyes, and each was hard to resist. Now, with them together, I could see them both. Both girls were both the same height; the older one was perhaps 7 pounds heavier. Yung was a 32B, while Mina was a 31A, or perhaps a B. Mina's breasts were just a bit smaller than her sister's. I could tell this even though neither had her clothes off. Both girls had on very tight silk tops with black leotards. Mina's top was light pink; Yung's was bright red. I could also tell that each girl had puffy nipples unhindered by any bra. "Come in," said Yung, acting the host. Mina took my offering of wine, and took it into the kitchen to open it. She returned a few minutes later with three glasses and the bottle. While she was gone, Yung and I got caught up with her classes. When Mina returned, she and I spent some time talking about her high school. She did not want to do nursing when she graduated, but rather art work. I mentioned that I had posed before, if she ever needed a model. The wine started to work, since it was nearly a meal time, and our stomachs were empty. The effect of the wine upon both young women was obvious. Their faces were flushed pinkish red, a color somewhere between the two colors of their tops. I wondered if their flushed state extended to other parts of their bodies. The stares of the sisters into my eyes grew more obvious and intense. Finally, the Yung said, "M, thanks for coming over tonight. Both I and my sister have had the pleasure of making love to you separately. Tonight, we'd like to have the unique pleasure of making love with you together. I hope that meets with your approval." Her stare was hypnotic. I nodded yes, and asked, "May we begin?" Mina said, "Now is good. My sister and I would like to have a little competition to start things off. As you know, both of us come quickly when you stimulate us, so we'd like to propose that you begin with a contest: which of the two of us will take the longest to have her first orgasm?" The sister who won this contest would get to bring me to my first orgasm. This was going to be fun. I loved long foreplay sessions. Using the "scissors-rock-paper" game, Mina was selected to go first. That probably put her sister at a disadvantage if she were to watch the two of us engage in erotic play first, and then her turn would come. I expected Yung would cream in my hands in seconds. But we would see. I approached Mina on a couch and we started kissing, while her sister started timing. I started a very light kissing routine on her face and then her upper body, not spending any extra time on her breasts, which were still wrapped in pink. By the time I started to remove her top, she was starting to breathe heavily. Her puffy nipples seemed larger than before. I remembered the little sensations that her nipples had when you sucked them while she was having an orgasm. Using the absolute lightest of touches, I brushed her nipples with my finger, causing her to moan and squeeze her legs together in agonizing sweetness. Then I traced the outline of her beautiful breasts with my own palm, encasing each breast with my hand in ever-so-light embrace. It would not be long, I was sure, before her first orgasm. But I wanted to give each girl an equal chance, so I did not rush this most wonderful of assignments. Meanwhile, my own penis is just screaming to be released. These two sisters' bodies are the hottest I have known in Korea, and the chance to be with just one of them alone was privilege enough. While I concentrated upon Mina's breasts, Yung came over and sat on the other side of me, and started to rub my body. She was able to remove my shirt, and then my short pants, and finally I lifted my body so that she could get to my penis unhindered. Her memorable hold on my penis began. Slipping her entire hand over the head of my penis, she brought her fingers into contact with my penis, drawing her hand away from me, and ending with a wonderful tug around the rim of my penis head. "Oh my God," I thought. "I might be the first to come if she does that!" Her sister did not touch my penis, so that she would not be overly stimulated and lose the bet. Fortunately, Yung did not play with me so intensely. Most of her touching were light stimulations designed to get me rock hard, but no more. As I continued to stroke Mina's breasts, she started slipping away to orgasmville. "Ohhhh, I'm comingggg," she said in Korean. Since her time had come, I grabbed one puffed out nipple with my mouth and intensified her pleasure. Her nipple was alive! Muscles beneath it were going off right and left, so that her nipple literally vibrated as she came. She was pinching her other nipple with the fingers of one hand, and grabbing her crotch with the other. Her first orgasm came at minute 9 and 35 seconds. Yung had her work cut out for her. She had rubbed my own cock into a frenzy, and had witnessed her sister's orgasm. How long would she last before her first one? I remember the first time I kissed each of her puffy nipples, she came each time. To prolong her staying power, I asked her to remove her own red top. Her skin beneath matched the color, because the wine made her skin turn pinkish-red. With the appearance of her nipples and pear-shaped breasts, she stared at me her old stare. Her gaze seemed to scream out to me: "Do whatever you have to, I want to win this one. You won't be sorry." So slow and gentle I took her. Mina started playing with my boy toy while I carefully touched Yung so as not to cause her to come. I didn't see how she could last. Already, with just a few fleeting touches of her breasts and nipples, her panting was loud, her mouth open and dry, her eyes closed. The competition ended after only 3 minutes with Yung. She "lost" the competition with a very strong eruption accompanied by a throaty growl and snorting. She did not seem sad to have lost to her sister. Mina therefore won the orgasm competition. That meant she was to give me my first orgasm. She asked me how I wanted it: by hand, by mouth, or by pussy. I wanted her hands on me and her mouth. So I asked her to start off by hand, and then change to mouth for the finale. Yung settled in to watch, her arms folded just under her wonderful, extra-sensitive chest. I lay down on the carpet, closed my eyes, and gave in to the exquisite feelings coming from Mina's manipulation of my penis. Starting at the tip, she would force my cock through a small hold she made with each of her hands, then when she had made it over the head of my penis, twist her hands back and forth across the most sensitive parts of my penis. From there, she worked her way down to the balls. Each time she did this, I arrived closer and closer to the doorstep of my orgasm. Her slow, deliberate and measured pace ensured that I would not come too soon. Yung got impatient with her sister's patience, and came over and offered her nipples by turn to my mouth. She was well into her double-digited orgasms by the time I was ready to blow my load. Mina switched from her hand pleasuring to her mouth. The tightness of her lips and mouth was as good as it gets, and I was quickly rendered helpless. Knowing my release was imminent, she stepped up the pace until I growled and heaved, bucked and spewed. Both girls still had on their pants, and so I removed each pair, starting with Yung's. After I had completely unclothed each sister, I began to lick each one's pussy. Their renewed groans were my reward. It took almost no stimulation to make each girl come hard. After awhile, Mina grabbed my dick and started massaging it until I was hard again. I wasted no time in using my tool on Mina as her reward. Soon we were into some serious fucking. She had come several times before I then turned my compass pointer to Yung's magnetic pussy. Like her sister, she heaved and howled several times in the space of a few minutes. For nearly an hour we went like that, first one sister, then another. Some breast work, then cock to pussy contact. And all over again. During one of these rounds, while deep into the pussy of Yung, I reached the point of no return, and came and came and came. Their multiple orgasms must have been infectious, for I seemed to be having a series of my own, or else a very long orgasm. Afterwards, I was exhausted by these two inexhaustible sisters, and I fell asleep on Yung's breasts, very contented.