The night May, my new oriental girlfriend, left my apartment to return to her parents’ house, I stood on my balcony, beer in hand listening to the night sounds of Bangkok, feeling rather contented. As the massed ranks of windows stared back, I smugly reflected. The pretty Thai girl I had hunted for nearly five months had finally revealed her naked body to me, and best of all, I knew this was merely the start.

I pictured her arriving home, greeting her parents with the traditional ‘wai’ and them having no idea she had sucked her first white cock that afternoon, let alone that she had ridden on his face, my face, to a climax. A feeling of self-satisfaction permeated me and seeing one of her long black hairs caught on the wooden chair, I freed it, placed it in an envelope and still have it to this day. Passion had exploded so powerfully, it could be only days, hours maybe, until our lust was fully consummated, until I fucked her.

Three weeks later I stood on the balcony feeling a lot less smug. What had appeared to be a matter of hours, was threatening to become a month. The iron was rapidly cooling. The several dates we had had, to the cinema, to a park, for dinner, had shown there was no regret over the lust that had been shared in my apartment that afternoon. We had kissed when the chance arose, felt like kissing when it hadn’t and each time our lips had spoken of sexual intent in their meeting. Yet for three weeks every time I invited her back when the purpose was expressly sex, she refused. I challenged her for a reason and she told me she wanted the first time to be ‘special’. I didn’t care.

A few days later we sat having coffee in a quaint café. By this time the mockery of my friend, his insistence she was just a ‘cock teaser’, was beginning to ring more persistently in my ears every time I met her. I told her I had a week’s holiday approaching and thumbed absent-mindedly through a guide book as she texted her friends. As I listed places I wanted to see Koh Samui, Phuket, Krabi, she looked up. For once, misunderstanding worked in my favour. My thinking aloud had been interpreted as fact.

‘When are you going to Krabi? I want to go!’

‘Next week.’ I took a gamble. ‘Your parents wouldn’t let you, would they?’

Her eyes and thoughts were already far away, pondering the possibility and for the next few days, she spoke and texted of nothing else. Apparently, it had been a long-held dream of hers to go there. Yet I held little hope of us going there, even after booking the flights until, there she was waiting for me at Suvarnabhumi airport, with a little bag and big smile.

May, dressed in a white knee length skirt and a pink t-shirt, looked uncomfortably younger than her years and this was accentuated by her childlike excitement and fervor about flying for the first time without her parents. She attracted a few lingering glances, laced no doubt, with men wondering whether she was old enough to be looked at. I felt the pride that one does when one's girlfriend attracts such attention, knowing that you are the only one in the busy airport that knows what her pussy looks like.

As the plane ascended towards the afternoon sun and we gazed down way upon the urban sprawl of Bangkok, we huddled tightly together. Assured by the improbability of bumping into someone who knew her parents, May was far more relaxed. For the first time in our relationship, a modicum of public affection was acceptable and I seized the chance, literally, with both arms. With our relationship surely about to be consummated, I was keen to show the world that the pretty, petite eighteen year old Thai girl was mine.

Hours later Railay Bay opened up before us like the gate to paradise. Sheer, jungle crested, karst cliffs tumbled dramatically in a near perfect semi-circle, down to a pristine white sand beach, gently kissed by the warm, clear waters of the Gulf of Thailand. There were no roads here, no cars and the few resorts were squeezed into a gap between the towering cliffs. If any place was special enough for her first white cock, this was surely it.

We climbed out of the boat, into the shallow water and as we reached the sun-baked sand, the boat had already turned and was heading towards the setting sun. We turned and flung our arms around each other. Our lips met open and as our tongues pushed and curled in each other’s mouths, she gazed up longingly, wantonly. Her hesitance, her uncertainty, that had plagued my attempts at seducing her, appeared eradicated by the beauty of where we were.

It took some persuading by her, that I shouldn’t fuck her there and then on the warm sand, gazed upon by the orange sun and customers of the beachfront restaurant. The proverbial dog on heat, my hand was pushed away with increasing force from the front of her skirt. Defeat accepted, temporarily anyway, I followed her to our resort, barely lifting my eyes from the movement of her ass under her white skirt.

We dropped our bags and her plea that she was hungry and that we should have dinner first, was rational, but not the preferable choice. I took solace, however, from her use of the word ‘first’. Dinner proved forgettable and was frustratingly followed by her insistence on a romantic walk along the beach.

I sat behind her in the sand, holding her tightly, as the moon took its turn in illuminating the beauty around us. My arms folded possessively around her, the breeze toying gently with her silky black hair which fluttered up into my face. We sat as close as our clothing allowed, occasionally I kissed the side of her head, but mostly, we just sat in comfortable silence, a silence broken only by my repeated suggestion of going to our bungalow.

Finally, she relented and hand in hand we headed back to the privacy of our room. It was comfortable, rather than luxurious and a wall of windows opened onto the resort pool. May could not wait to see the view in daylight; I could not think that far ahead. I watched May unpack her little bag, hoping it may contain sexy underwear, but to no avail. Then she disappeared into the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity.

I waited out on the terrace, watching other couples pick their way through the dark garden as they headed back hand in hand to their bungalows. The romanticism of the scenery made this a place where making love was obligatory. Across the pool, a tall, muscular man cuddled a petite blonde girl on their terrace, his hands confidently moulding her into a state of readiness. As I watched she stood, her hand trailing his as she stepped seductively into their bungalow and closed the curtains.

Behind me, I heard the door shut and I went in to find May had emerged wearing a dressing gown and towel that, due to her petite size, was like a second dressing gown. I was beginning to find her innocence as frustrating as it was arousing. As I showered I could not help but jealously and unfairly, imagine what the blond girl was changing into for her lover. Yet as I left the bathroom, I had a pleasant shock.

She lay face down on the bed, reading a Thai book and she looked utterly edible. Her slender, toned brown legs were stretched out and as my eyes found her thighs, the naked curve of her bottom was teasingly hinted at and hidden, by a pair of tight, bottom hugging silky white panties with large pale pink spots. The tightness of her panties fully displayed the pertness of her sexy, teenage ass. Above, a matching strappy top, silky, temptingly innocent and deliciously feminine. It was a perfect blend between sexy and innocence that epitomized May. I told her she looked like an Asian doll and it was to be the first of many photos I took of her wearing it.

It was much later that I found out that wearing it made May feel sexy. She adored the soft friction of the tight silk on her body, the femininity of the lace trim and the feeling of showing just enough of her sexy body to harden a cock. This was accentuated by her sense of vulnerability, the feeling that she might be grabbed and fucked at any moment. It was an outfit deliberately and painstakingly chosen, to wear for her first white cock.

She did not move as I sat on the end of the bed, in just a towel, my hand stroking up admiringly over the back of her taut calves. Neither did she move as I stroked my hand along the back of her smooth, polished thighs. Her long, black hair lay to one side and I stroked it, my hand trailing down over the back her silky little top, over her silky little ass.

Uncrossing her legs and separating them, I began to kiss gently, lovingly over the back of her teenage thighs, the tautness unyielding against my pressing lips. My tongue moved in circles, tickling her thighs, higher and higher until it brushed the curve of her ass cheeks. May had stopped reading, her head now resting on her arms. Gently kissing the back of her head, I eased the pillow she had placed under her chest down, under her hips, until her Asian ass was raised like a target.

My kissing became more urgent, over the back of her panties, the silk so soft against my face, her ass cheeks beneath so firm. My tongue trailed along and beneath the lace trim of her tight panties, getting ever closer to where it hungered to go. May began to make little mewing noises, her head buried in her wrist. I sat upright, admiring the sight of her with her young Thai ass propped up, like a lion proudly surveying a fresh kill, my eyes scouring the perfect ripeness of her teenage body.

My hands slipped under the tight, lace trimmed elastic of her panties, stroking the perfect firmness of her pert bottom cheeks. Her mewing grew louder as my cock lengthened, begging for attention, frustrated by the patience of my kisses. I tried to ignore my cock’s plea to rip her panties down thrust right up her and fuck her hard, delight in her shocked cries as she helplessly felt her first white cock ramming into her. It was throbbing with anticipation, desperate to experience an Asian pussy for the first time, but my love for her, my desire for her to enjoy the experience transcended the pleas of my cock.

Easing her thighs wide enough for my face to fit between, I began to trail my tongue over the back of her panties, down until my tongue felt the warm softness of her pussy through her panties. Her head lifted and she gasped, my tongue teasing her young pussy through the silk until her gasping grew louder, until her gasping was a plea for more. Sweet little May wanted to be fucked.

Gripping her panties, those fragile, delicate oh so rippable panties, I slid them down, slowly exposing her naked bottom and then her little oriental pussy. I hurried them over her legs and flung them across the room, she wasn’t getting those back until I had fucked her. My eyes and cock feasted on the delicious view. I wanted to see all, I had waited long enough and easing her bottom cheeks open, I admired her tightly puckered little ass and below, her young Thai pussy was glistening with readiness. Dinner time.

I nestled between her thighs and licked my tongue up along her brown slit, watching her head rise and her mouth sigh loudly, as my tongue delved between her Asian pussy lips. She was more aroused than I had expected and I sucked each of her lips into my mouth, gently at first, letting them slip out from the grasp of my lips. Then, lifting her ass higher, harder, sucking her Thai cunt as hard as I could, her juices spreading over my chin and mouth.

I slurped, feasted on her tight little pussy, moaning how good she tasted, and she did.

May lifted herself up, arms straight, back arched, bottom up, doggy style. Her petite body perfectly exposed and presented, the epitome of the submissive oriental girl offering her body for her hard white cock. I knelt behind her, my lust now spiraling out of control, as my tongue furiously licked and probed her sweet Asian cunt and I couldn’t stop myself.

Gripping her slim hips, I thrust my face between her ripe bottom cheeks and licked along the cleft, my tongue unable to resist resting on her tight hole. May jerked forward with shock, trying to move her ass away from me, but I strengthened my grip on her hips and circled my tongue over, around the puckered little hole. She strained to be freed to no avail, I wasn’t letting go and held her tiny body easily, opening her cheeks wider, flattening my tongue and licking, worshipping her Asian asshole.

She became frantic, her body writhing with her innate shyness as she felt my tongue pushing, probing desperately trying to slip into her tight ass. In our struggle, we rolled over the bed, yet still I refused to relent and my tongue followed her ass as she tried to stand and her cheeks opened.

‘Stop, please!’ May gasped.

I stopped. ‘Sorry,’ I panted. I wasn’t. ‘Don’t you like it?’

‘It’s not right,’ she gasped, ‘so rude. That’s not for make love’.

I held her, both panting and sensed that despite her reaction she had enjoyed it. Yet May was not yet ready to fully accept her desires and pleasures and abandon societal concepts of morality when making love. That would come. For now, love making had to be by the book.

We moved back onto the bed and a short silence was ended as our eyes met in suggestive combat. When our lips met, the hunger in her kiss spoke a different emotion to the shock she had spoken of. May pulled her top up and off and lay back naked. Panting with lust, my hands explored her, circling her firm tits then gently tugging her sharp, Asian nipples as her mouth fell open. My fingers circled then returned, pulling her nipples gently in unison as I watched the pleasure on her innocent face.

I felt her fingers wrap around my hardening cock and she slowly wanked me, urging me to be erect for her. My wait was over. Pausing to admire the view of her sweet face, little tits, and dark pussy, I regained control of my cock from her. I put my hands under her legs and pulled her to me, her thighs loosely opening, ready to take me.

Below the neat thatch of black hair, her freshly licked pussy was moist and hungry for cock. Holding my stiff erection I kissed the swollen tip against her pussy lips and then gently nuzzled it up and down her slit. She was straining to see and I lifted her hips higher so she could see what I could, my hard white cock threatening her Asian pussy.

‘Do you have condom?’ she whispered.

I shook my head. I did, but it was somewhere in my bag and there was no way I was getting it now.

‘I won’t cum inside you May,’ I replied.

Before she could object, I began pushing the bulbous tip of my cock against her young slit. My cock looked unusually large against her tiny brown pussy and, worryingly, too large. I pressed my cock with more persuasive force against her wet lips and, cautiously they began to yield. The tip of my cock eased, squeezed between her tight lips, until most of the tip had disappeared inside her. I looked down at May, her face contorted with a grimace.

‘Are you okay?’ I panted.

She shook her head. ‘Please be gentle.’

I was being as gentle as I could and I withdrew my tip and tried again. Yet the moment my cock tip forced her lips to widen, her grimace returned. I was desperate to fuck her, my sexy young girlfriend and lay on her, holding her as she whispered her apology.

‘My body small, maybe it’s not designed for white men.’

‘Try going on top, it will be easier.’

I lay down and May straddled me, holding my cock beneath her and moving her wet pussy over it, teasing my erection. I held onto her legs loosely, watching the expression on her face, admiring the perkiness of her Asian tits as I waited for us to become joined. She stopped, and biting her lips, began to lower her hips. I felt my cock tip, hard and unyielding; once again kiss her pussy, tight and unyielding. Biting her lip hard, her eyes closed, May began to lower herself again, and this time, I felt my cock tip hugged tightly by the wet warmth of her pussy.

‘Yes May’, I encouraged her, smoothing my hands over her smooth young body, her lovely brown tits.

She lifted herself, panting, then lowered herself again, lower, deeper. Her Asian body began to adjust, to welcome its first white cock as my cock speared gradually up into her. Again she lifted herself, paused then lowered her slim hips, her body shuddering as half of my cock filled her. Once more lift and lower and I was inside her, all of me.

May opened her eyes, resting her hands on my chest, her hips static as she adjusted to the feeling, panting gently. I stroked her arms reassuringly. Months after that first glimpse of her at the wedding, she was right where I wanted her, her tight, sexy little Asian body impaled on my hard white cock. She leaned forward and kissed me, then sat upright, astride me and began to slide her hips gently back and forth.

I lay motionless, enjoying the myriad of visual and physical sensations one enjoys when ridden by a pretty young oriental girl. Her taut thighs glided over mine as she moved on me, her hips bucking gently, her eyes on mine, her mouth open. With her fingertips brushing my stomach, she began lifting her hips then lowering them, wanting to feel the thrust of a cock inside her.

My friend’s nickname for her came to my mind, ‘Little Miss Tight Pussy.’ How true it was. Her little Asian pussy was clamped tightly around my cock, gripping it like it had never been gripped before. As she moved up and down, her soft wet vagina walls massaged and sucked on my cock, becoming ever more lubricated with every movement.

When she briefly stopped riding, her face betrayed her pleasure. Gone was the grimace, her eyes were now half shut with lust, her mouth hanging open, wanting to cry out and I knew her body had adjusted. As hungry as I was to push up into her, I wanted her to lead me, enjoy me and enjoy the feeling of riding a white man that she had secretly fantasized about for so long.

Her hands moved from my stomach to her hips, which quickened as she began to ride me with the sexual energy of the teenager she was, her tight pussy simultaneously wanking and sucking me off. I tried to grope her tits, hang on to her nipples, but the rapidly increasing speed of her thrusting, bucking hips made it difficult. The bed began to squeak noisily with the lust driven energy of her writhing young body.

Gone was her shyness too. I had expected the tentative movements of the initial penetration, I hadn’t expected her to ride me with the unbridled lust she now was. Whereas at first, her pussy had been scared of my cock, lowering onto it with trepidation, it now thrust down like it wanted more. May lifted her hips and plunged them back onto me, fucking herself on my cock. Her hips were wriggling and grinding to get every centimeter of my cock inside her

‘Please’, she sighed, ‘push, please.’

I gripped her bucking hips and rammed my erection upwards, as deep as I could into her tight Thai cunt. Her eyes closed tightly, she pushed down onto me as I thrust my cock up, her hands gripping my arms and her fingernails beginning to bite. She cried out my name, loud enough for adjacent rooms to hear as her body tensed and through gritted teeth she came. Her body jerked repeatedly, as every muscle in her body tensed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I held her, watching in awe as my shy girlfriend succumbed to the intensity of her climax, impaled on my cock, oblivious to the world around her.

Her body relaxed and she lay on me, panting gently. I wrapped my arms around her, my cock still in her pussy. No words were needed. After all the months of waiting, Krabi had proved to be the ‘special’ place for our first fuck.

‘Did you finish?’ She whispered.

‘No, but it’s ok.’ I kissed her ear.

‘Sorry if I made too much noise.’

I laughed and reassured her no one would have heard. No one would believe that it was her at breakfast anyway such was her look of innocence. I certainly had no idea the shy, quiet, innocent girl I had seen at the wedding would be such a passionate and energetic fuck. Never had I been ridden with such aplomb, such innate sexual energy. Only years later did I discover I had taken the usual place of a bolster pillow in her bedroom.

May gave me a cheeky glance and her hips began moving again, gently, seductively wanking me off with the tightness of her pussy. I held her tiny body tighter as May licked my ear, my neck with her sensuous tongue and then sat upright, astride me again, her eyes ablaze with a coquettish smile. With those innocent, oriental eyes staring down at me, her hips gently rocked, teasing my cock back to full hardness. With her own lust now sated, her attention was turned fully to sating mine.

Her body, tiny as it was, seemed inherently able to deliver pleasure with every muscle and her desire to maximize my pleasure, fuelled her every movement. I was in ecstasy as May took full control of me; lifting her hips, seemingly tightening her inner muscles and then sinking slowly back down. A raft of new sensations coursed through me as May sucked me off with her pussy, her virginal almond eyes wide with awe at the affect she was having on me.

I knew I could not hold back, but as that realization hit, May’s eyes filled with pleasure once more. I tried to relax, delay the end and my hands adored her perky Thai tits, willing her to another climax. She clasped her hands over mine, threw her head back and rode me, her girlish hips grinding and bouncing again. I tried to relax, think of mundane things, anything but the reality that I was being ridden energetically by a teenage oriental beauty.

It worked. With her palms flat on my stomach, her hips thrusting wildly and her mouth panting, May came again, her body lurching with waves of sexual pleasure. I needed release, and after her body relaxed, she hovered her hips above mine, allowing me to thrust up into her. Several thrusts later, I pulled back and splattered everywhere, her thighs, stomach, and her ass.

As we lay in bed later, her shyness returned and all my attempts to assure her how much I had enjoyed it was diverted into plans for the next day. Eventually, her sweet head on my chest, she slept. I lifted her head and sat alone on the little terrace, feeling that same conflux of emotions one does when one has wanted something for so long then achieved it.

Immediately ahead, lay several days of sexual exploration, but beyond that, lay uncertainty. I knew I had fallen in love, I knew also that the chance of her parents ever agreeing for us to be a couple was improbable, even if it was what she wanted, which meant that at some point in the future we would be separated. I knew already I could not bear that thought. Yet I had not prepared myself emotionally for what began in the ensuing days.