"Modeling" #3 of 3 (voy, Asian)

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Modeling, By Stor...@aol.com
Section #3 of 3
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Frank slid off of Huni, whose breathing sounded much like whimpering. I
listened intently, wondering how she would react now that the deed was
done Wondering if she would come to tears, or even age. Or... maybe she
would throw herself hungrily at Frank again.

Huni was so still. I could see the glistening moisture of her pussy,
and the heaving of her chest.

“I had sex.” A simple, potent understanding Frank looked at her. “I had
sex.” she said again. Frank took her hand. “WE had sex.” he corrected.
She seemed so stunned, so sure that we world around her was going to
crumble, or that some unknown vigilant force would come to punish her
for accepting Frank’s cock. Of course, nothing happened. No sound was
made except for their breathing and the rustle of the sheets.

Huni was glowing. The sweat glistened and gleamed on her body . Her
body was telling of her pleasures and sensations she had no words for.
At once she felt satisfaction and an incredible curiosity to explore the
world she had just entered.

“Can I see your penis?”

Frank smiled. He slid onto her naked body, kissing and licking her
breasts as he did. He sat on her chest, placing his knees at her sides.
He propped up his semi -hard cock like a trophy for his queen. I
couldn’t actually see it, but I saw Huni’s eyes widen with interest. She
was seeing her first penis up close. She was seeing the shaft that
penetrated her, and the head that exploded inside her. She nervously
reached to touch it, stopped, then brushed it slowly with her fingers.
She didn’t even look at Frank anymore, just his penis. Whether she saw
it as a source of great pleasure, an anatomical curiosity, or even a pet
I don’t know. But I could tell by her eyes, she was going to let it
inside her again.

“Put it in your mouth.” Huni now looked at him. “taste it.” he
instructed. Huni leaned forward as far as se could. Frank moved up,
blocking my view of her lips. But I could see her hand moving it follow
is request. Then, a few slight sucking sounds broke the silence,
followed by several low groans from Frank. I’m sure she wasn’t doing
much more than kissing, and possibly licking the tip, but Huni was
giving her first head. She was tasting her first sperm.

Frank held out as long a she could, then pulled himself from Huni’s
inexperienced mouth. In time, she would have been able to make him cum.
Or maybe even if he hadn’t already filled her with most of his sperm.
But Frank needed her cunt again. He need to hump her again. And even
then, I knew he wouldn’t have his fill of fucking her. I didn’t know if
anyone could ever get their fill of fucking her. Huni was the kind of
woman you could love a lifetime.

Huni’s new familiarity with Frank’s cock wasn’t enough to keep her from
wincing and squealing as he pushed it into her again. She didn’t know to
moan a “Yes!” Se didn’t know to scream “Oh, God!” The sounds, those
delicate Chinese sounds, that escaped her lips were of pure sexual
delight. An expression of bursting pleasure in her vagina that sought
escape from her body, tingling her fingers, arms, and nipples and
finally finding strength in her gasping moans.

Her fingers clenched the sheets. Her toes curled in ecstasy. In time,
she would learn to let go. She would learn to excite her body and mind
with thoughts, words, and actions. For all this was, I knew it wouldn’t
be near the sensation that awaited her with her first orgasm.

Things really didn’t change much after that day. Huni continued to go
over Frank’s when Rob was busy. She continued to dress herself in
everything from bikini’s to hot pants to teddies. I continued to watch
as Frank slid off, peeled off, and ripped off the clothing covering the
bare, feminine beauty underneath. He fucked her, again and again and
again. Every single drop of his sperm shot inside her or onto her. Huni
practiced her oral technique, and started to learn to suck his bulging
cock and take it deep into her throat.

And she never said a word to David. To him, the modeling was over. He
dated his girlfriend, abided by her wishes for a platonic relationship,
and dreamed of the day he could make love to her. The day he could take
her virginity from her. The day that now could never happen.

I guess it was about three weeks of that before anything changed. In
class, Huni was as friendly to me as ever, as unaware of my knowledge of
her body as ever. She talked with Frank, giggled at his jokes, but never
let on she was taking his cock. I had long paid Frank my hundred bucks,
and now had long suffered an oppressive guilt as I watched her be his
lover.

I didn’t go to the studio anymore. As much as I loved seeing Huni in
any naked, sexual position I could imagine, I didn’t want to see her
with Frank. I knew it was a matter of time before David found out. Soon,
his life would be absolutely shattered when he discovered his deep, true
fear of Huni’s modeling for Frank was proven true.

But something happened to surprise me. I had some studying to do, so I
decided to head to the library. It was late, and I wondered if I was
the only one in the building. I studied for about an hour when I needed
a walk to stretch my legs. I walked around the floor, noting how empty
and lifeless it seemed. Except for one small, feint, crying voice. I
turned a corner.

It was Huni.

She was alone, huddled in one of the study rooms with her head in her
hands. Something was wrong. I didn’t know what, but something was
definitely wrong. I went to her.

She was hesitant to tell me anything at first. she just sat there,
covering her face and telling me it was nothing. Finally, I was able to
get her to look up at me. I’m her friend, I told her. A friend she could
trust. I knew it wasn’t true, but maybe she didn’t.

She wiped her eyes, leaned back in her chair, and pulled off her
jacket. She was in the top. Once again, I knew I was a bastard. I knew I
was as bad as Frank. This fragile, desperate Chinese girl needed
someone, and I was wondering how to hide my hard on.

“Frank has found another model.” she told me.

My mind wanted to yell, “That fucking bastard!” But I had to act as if
I didn’t know. “So? I asked. What does that mean?” I knew what it meant.
Frank found a new chick to try to fuck.

Huni sobbed, and told me she wasn’t going to be a model. That Frank had
broken his promises to her, and that he had lied to her. I think she now
realized there was no contact. There was no chance at fame. There was
lust, and a chance to fuck her. A chance that she turned into certainty.

“It’s ok, Huni, really. You can still be a model if you want to! You’re
beautiful! Frank was nobody! He was nothing to you!” Except her first.

Huni cried some more, unable to form words for a few minutes. I knew
the betrayal she felt. After all, I co-created it. I gave it life, and
conspired with Frank just so I could see her body. I knew everything,
and yet could say nothing. How could I tell her what had happened? How
could I confess to setting her up, and costing her virginity?

“It’s not like you were sleeping with him.” I don’t know what made me
say that. A desperate sentence to feign my innocence I guess. Huni
looked at me, and burst into tears.

Now I knew. I couldn’t show it before, but her reaction was enough to
enlighten anybody. Right then and there, Huni told me without words she
had shared her body with Frank. That she had made love, fucked, screwed,
humped, and had sex with a guy. A guy that wasn’t David.

“Oh, Huni...” I said, and offered a hug.

She fell into my arms, and I held her tight. I felt tears come to my
eyes, as I felt the betrayal full force in my heart. I had screwed this
girl. I had fucked her. Not in the physical sense I so longed for, but
in the mental sense I so despised. I had seen her undress. I had seen
her in a bra, and in her panties. I had seen her bare breasts, and her
equally bare pussy. But at what cost? Her virginity. He innocence. Her
trust. So was so beautiful, so wonderful. I could smell the scent of her
hair as she held me tightly. I could feel her chest heaving against.
Her chest... that top...

Huni was resting against me. I felt the softness of her hair against my
chin. I felt her arms on my sides. I felt the slight shift in her weight
with each heave of breath. I wondered if she could sense my racing
heartbeat. She felt so soft, she smelled so sweet. I sensed her emotion,
I sensed her need. At that moment, I felt her body and soul.

She felt my erection.

She looked up at me, her eyes damp with tears and full of shock. Here
was my friend’s girl, hurt and vulnerable. So magnificently pretty and
trusting. So hurt, alone, and vulnerable. And wondering why I was
aroused.

I was responsible for her fucking. She was no longer a virgin because I
paid a man to dress her in lingerie and fuck her. She had been fucked,
purely. He had no love for her. He put his dick in her because of her
beauty, her body, and her virgin pussy. I wanted to do it for love.

I moved my lips to hers. I kissed her. My lips lightly pressed against
hers, then moved gently across her mouth. Huni stopped her whimpering,
and looked at me with those trusting eyes. Had I groped her breast, she
could have pulled away. Had I reached for her cunt, she would have
jumped away. But I kissed her, something I had never seen Frank do. But
because I was soft, because I was tender, and because I showed emotion,
she was helpless. I looked down the length of her body, noting the
feminine curves of her chest, her super thin waist, and her bare,
slender legs emerging from the jeans shorts. And that top. Those
wonderful, pert breasts awaiting beneath that tight, white top.

Huni leaned back, and started undoing the buttons. For the first time
tonight, she smiled. She was going to feel beautiful, loved, and wanted
again. She was to be idolized, revered, and admired again. Her shirt
fell from her chest, and I moved my open hand to her right breast. So
soft... so perfect. My heart d inside me. My cock pulsed with fire. Huni
would no comfort by sharing her body. I would know fulfillment. She
unclasped her bra and stuck out her chest, offering me her beauty. I
closed my mouth on her sweet right nipple, nursing at it like a
desperate child. I played and fondled with her left breast as I tasted
her. The unfortunate parts of my body that weren’t touching her lost
feeling. She must have seen the tears in my eyes. The tears of joy that
welled from happiness. I was going to fuck her. I was going to fuck
Huni.

We slid out of my chair down to the floor. I tasted her hair as it fell
between my mouth and her breast. I could smell her. I could hear the
salivating squish of my tongue on her flesh. Her thin frame seemed
barely wider than my face. My entire body was burning with want. Her
name... Huni... circled my thoughts and caressed my feeling. There was
no glass between us now. Her body... my body... meeting together in
sexual nakedness. No more watching. It was time for fucking.

Our arms tangled as we both worked to free the top from completely from
her body . Though I was more interested in experiencing the warmth I
felt between the smooth fabric and her skin. Despite the fact the was
now sexually active, despite the fact she had felt the hard slamming of
a cock inside her, she still seemed like a lost, innocent girl as she
sat in front of me. Her face showed so much need, so much longing, and
so much curiosity. We looked at each other for a moment as I slowly ran
my fingers between her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as
I tickled her right nipple with a slow, circular motion. She took my
hand, not to reprimand it, but to bring my fingers to her mouth. She
kissed each fingertip, and took the tickling one into her mouth, whether
to taste herself or reward its efforts I wasn’t sure.

Huni slid lower, and moved her hand to my zipper. I arched as I felt
her touch e there. Huni’s delicate hand was on me... on my cock. I slid
backwards a bit, resting against the wall and giving her easy access. My
zipper came down, and Huni slipped her spread palm into my jeans. I
cried out as I felt her touch through my underwear. Me erection extended
past the band, and her slow stroking touched the naked tip. My cocked
flared with anticipation, my hips twitched in a combination if lust and
despair.

Huni’s soft hair cascaded across my hips, preceding her lips that
kissed the naked portion of my cock. My hands moved to her head,
caressing the silky hair as she pulled my underwear down and covered
more of my cock with her sweet kisses. She worked my clothes down, and
my erection sprung straight up. She lightly rubbed her fingers against
it, examining it as if she wanted to compare notes between it and the
only other penis she had ever known. Then in a quick motion, her head
went down, plunging herself onto my cock.

Huni was giving me head! Her wet, warm mouth was sucking at the length,
bobbing up and down with her still developing skill. I couldn’t believe
the sight of my cock in her mouth. This was how it was supposed to be. I
was to be Huni’s first lover. I was to be the first one to disrobe her,
and the first one to orgasm into her virgin pussy. Not David, and
certainly not Frank.

She wasn’t jerking me off. Her lips and tongue were all she used. She
licked, kissed and sucked me as if she was enjoying an oversize ice
cream cone. Sometimes, it bounced away from her, but she giggled, and
eventually got it back in her mouth. I knew I didn’t have long to last
with the touch of her lips, the brush of her hair, and the tickling of
her naked breasts all against my cock.

But I needed to feel her cunt. I needed to hump her. I needed to cum in
her pussy. I reached down, and started to pull her towards me. Her body
rested against me. My cock pressed warmly against her chest, and slid
silkily down her breasts and abdomen as she lifted towards me. Her naked
breasts pressed against my still clothed upper body. My naked penis
pressed against her still clothed pussy. I moved my hands to her bare
legs, tickling the backs of her legs under her jeans shorts. We kissed
slowly, almost nervously, a I worked my hands between us and unbuttoned
her shorts. Huni lifted her body an inch off mine, allowing me to pull
the denim down her slender legs. I couldn’t see her panties yet. I
struggled to get a look, to see what silken garment was clinging to her
womanly area. Huni reached back to work her shorts the rest of the way
down her legs. She turned her body, allowing me to see down the length
of her body.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

I don’t know exactly how to explain it. But seeing that she wasn’t
wearing any underwear, that she was discovering the pleasures of sex and
the experimentation with her own body, kicked me into unconscious lust.
I had to fuck her. I had to fuck her right then. I looked at her, then
fell onto her, pinning her beneath me. My cock found its way easily, and
pushed deep within her. Huni’s voice cracked as I began humping
steadily..

I could feel all of her. All of her beauty. All of her flesh. All of
her breasts, cunt, and nudity. I could feel her sapling sexuality, and
the woman that had been held back for so long. I could feel my want of
her, my months-old want and the final scream of relief that my body
felt. I had seen her tightly dressed, and wanted to fuck her. I had seen
her undress, and wanted to fuck her. I had seen her have sex, and wanted
to fuck her. At last, I was fucking her.

Her pussy was tight. I looked down at my penetrating penis. God, her
hips seemed barely wider than my shaft. Her hips seemed to tremble as
they took me inside her. My cock glistened with her juice, and pumped
inside her without my control. I realized my incessant fucking had
caused us to slide across the floor. I was starting to bang Huni’s head
against the wall. I pulled out of her, and felt the cold air wash
against my penis. I needed to be back in her, quickly. I lifted her to
her feet, then bent her over the study table. Huni leaned against it,
her ass rising invitingly into the air. I molded my self to her shape,
and again found the entrance inside her.

My hands roamed across her tits as I resumed my fucking. Our collective
moans rose without inhibition. If anyone was in the library, I’m sure
they heard us. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if David himself
came in. I was fucking Huni.

I came in her. In an orgasm of almost excruciating sensation I released
my sperm inside her. It felt wet, wonderful, and warm. I caressed her
body as my hips humped slower into her.

“Huni... Huni... Oh, Huni...” I whispered into her ear. I had done it.
I had sexual intercourse with this beautiful Chinese girl. Her nude body
was still under me. We kissed. We smiled. We felt each other. We let
ourselves return to the floor, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of each
other’s bodies. Then, we made love again.

So, there were was a thing I could have prevented. The bet. The entire
set-up that took a young, attractive, Chinese girl from a traditional,
moral person into the world of sexual intercourse. The bet that cost my
friend the chance to share a special moment with the girl he loved: the
losing of her virginity. I suppose the guilt from that is what lead me
to do what I did next. Not the fucking of Huni myself, not the ramming
of my own cock into her, but the treatment I gave her after.

She was my friend’s girlfriend. And though I lusted for her wanted her,
and desperately needed to have her, I still knew that. Now, I had
achieved what I wanted. Now, I was a bastard but what I did, and not
what I prevented. I told her to stay away.

For the second time, Huni had been rejected. She broke into tears when
I told her I couldn’t be with her again, that we couldn’t share
anything. She was Dave’s girlfriend, and I couldn’t steal her from him.
I guess I could fuck her, but not take her.

I didn’t see any of them for along time. Frank I avoided out of
hatred. David and Huni I avoided out of guilt. Out of all this, I had
forgotten about my girlfriend. I owed her guilt as well. Nobody knew hat
had happened, at least not the whole truth, but me. So now my life was
reduced to watching my tapes of Huni, remembering what it was like to
touch her, and then fucking my real girlfriend.

I discovered some time later that Huni and David had broken up. I don’t
think she ever wanted him, despite all the love he had to give her. I
don’t know, maybe she did. But David would have nothing to do with her.
He would have nothing to do with the beautiful Chinese girl he had so
loved. Not with her, and not with the baby she carried in her womb. Huni
was pregnant. I still don’t know who the father is, Frank or me. In
either case, the child’s destiny seems to be set. It is a bastard.

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