Jasmin's Tale
Author's note:
I recommend you read the earlier Jenny and Jack stories first or at least some of them to become familiar with Jack and his corrupting influence on Jasmin's elder sister Jenny and her two daughters.
My name is Jasmin. I am Jenny's youngest sister living in Taiwan. I'm the youngest of four sisters and the family often joke that I came as a big surprise to my mother who thought she was past her child bearing days. For the purposes of the story I am about to tell I guess that you'll want to know some personal details.
I am twenty-five years old and am single at present.
I am 5ft 4inches (1.63metres) tall with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes.
I weigh 110lbs (50Kg).
My measurements are:
Bust 34 inches (86cm) B cup
Waist 26 inches (66cm)
Hips 34 inches (86cm)
My sisters and friends tell me that I am attractive but whenever I look in a mirror I just see plain old Jasmin. As for my body, I'd rather keep it covered because to my eyes everything is either to big, too saggy or just plain ugly.
Before the story that I'm about to tell I had had two boyfriends. Like my older sister Jenny and most other girls in Taiwan I had been brought up to believe that sex outside of marriage was wrong. I think that I have a high sex drive and so, having denied my first boyfriend any sexual contact other than his occasional groping of my breasts from outside of my clothes, I always returned home aroused to masturbate and climax alone.
My first boyfriend then dumped me for another girl who I was sure gave him what he wanted. One night soon after the break up My sister Jenny asked me why I looked so unhappy. After pouring my heart out to her and telling of my sexual frustration, she convinced me that, if she could have the chance again, it would have been much better to have experienced sex before getting married and probably with a different guy or guys.
This initially sounded quite shocking to my naΓ―ve ears but a few weeks later whilst out on a date with another guy I made the decision to stop resisting his advances.
I did not surrender immediately. I can still remember the excitement I felt the first time his hands slipped under my top, into my bra and touched my naked flesh. I made him wait for days before finally allowing him to open my shirt, take off my bra and touch my naked breasts. I remember both the feeling of shyness at having my breasts exposed to his gaze but also the disappointment at the way he just roughly mauled them without any tenderness.
It wasn't long before I experienced having a hand other than mine inside my panties. Again, the expectation was far better than the reality as his inexperienced fingers probed and pushed into my virgin wetness.
Allowing his hand inside my panties coincided with my first experience of both seeing and feeling an erect penis. After groping my crotch for a while he asked me if I wanted to see his dick. I remember just nodding enthusiastically and then watching as he unzipped himself and pulled out his erection. He encouraged me to touch it and asked if I wanted to help and see him ejaculate.
At the time it was the most exciting thing I had ever done. With instruction from him I soon had my hand gripping his hard shaft and moving it up and down. I remember being fascinated by how the head of his erection was completely exposed as I pulled the skin of his shaft downward. He encouraged me to keep rubbing him and was soon moving his hips and thrusting his penis back and forth in my hand. I remember feeling very aroused and wet as I tried to imagine his hard penis thrusting into my vagina. Then, in a short space of time his thrusts increased, I felt his shaft throbbing in my hand and then spurt after spurt of semen squirted from its head.
After he'd finished he took me home and later that same evening I had another talk with my sister Jenny. She asked me about my latest boyfriend and I was soon confessing my sexual exploits with him. I was half expecting her to tell me that I had gone too far but instead she told me that she felt jealous and wished that she had been as adventurous before her marriage. She then sounded serious as she said, "Jasmin, are you still a virgin?"
"of course!" I replied somewhat indignantly.
"Well," she continued, "by the sound of it you'll soon be losing your virginity."
I giggled shyly saying, "I'm ready and I want to."
"I think that you should too, but before you do you must take birth control precautions."
A few days later Jenny took me to see a doctor and I started taking the pill.
I remember it felt like a big step and I was impatient to finally feel what it was like to have sexual intercourse.
After seven days my boyfriend and I were alone at his parent's house. We were in his room and, as usual, we started petting. As he was thrusting his hand up between my legs I blurted out, "we can go all the way if you want because I'm on the pill!"
He paused for a moment and then acted like a madman as he more or less ripped off my clothes and underwear. I felt acute embarrassment as I lay totally naked in front of a man for the first time, worried that the sight of my body might not meet with his approval.
I watched nervously as he hastily stripped naked before climbing on top of me. In my dreams losing my virginity was going to be an act of sensuous tender beauty but during the next few minutes it was done and finished. He fumbled between my legs, roughly shoving a finger into my wetness. Seemingly satisfied, I then felt the head of his penis repeatedly prod and poke my crotch until finally, and mainly by luck, it found my virgin hole and immediately plunged right in up to the hilt.
There was no real pain, just an initial feeling of discomfort. He paused for a moment saying, "is that good," and then, without waiting for my reply began to pound into me like a wild dog.
It was all over in a minute as I felt him ejaculate inside me before pulling out and exclaiming, "that was great Jasmin!"
We then talked for a while before I went home and finished myself by hand.
Our relationship only lasted a little while after that. We had sex a few more times but on every occasion, I was left unsatisfied and disappointed.
Deciding that I must be able to find better, I dumped him.
That was over a year ago. I'm still on the pill, just in case, but am still single.
It had been a few months since my sister Jenny left the company and moved to southern Taiwan to pursue her dream of studying for a master's degree. We had a company farewell dinner where we all wished her the best of luck but, between the predominantly female sales team, we all wondered who would take her place as European sales manager.
It was probably the most important position within our company because it involved responsibility for looking after Jack's company in England who were by far our largest and most important customer.