Back in college I dated a small Asian girl from Hong Kong name Ling. Her father was strict and so she came to college both a virgin and ready to explore what she had been missing. Understandably she was reluctant to dive right in the way some of the American students did and simply hook up, but she did want to experience what she had heard so much about, and, our college being co-ed, and quite liberal, was hearing every night.
Ling dated a few tall, athletic white guys before me, liking the comparison of how we towered over her and could toss her slender barely over five feet tall form around. Her father would have been appalled to know that his strict upbringing was rapidly put to use. Ling was used to obeying orders, and once she was convinced to come back to a guy's room both of the guys she dated before me put this habit to their own uses.
The first guy, Fred, moved too rapidly for her, and she ended up fleeing and breaking up with him, but not before he had felt her up, pinched her small brown nipples, and dragged her down to her knees. On their first or second date he whipped out his cock and told her to suck it. She did, but got scared by his roughness and eight inches of plump phallus. When he let her up to breathe she made excuses and got away.
Still the stories both of them told their friends made us all aware Ling was looking to learn and dangerously unaware of how to refuse a guy. American girls all knew how and when to say no and we knew better than to push our luck on a feminist campus. Ling was used to doing what she was told, and with the right guidance could be manipulated to serve a young man's wild lusts. She needed a patient teacher though and Fred had moved too fast for her, and frightened her off.
Her second boyfriend Mike had heard through the grapevine about how Fred had managed to get her back to his room, grope her tits and gag her with his rod for several minutes. He moved more wisely and courted Ling, taking her out to dinner, studying with her, getting her to gradually open up, but like Fred he was ultimately a young American guy with lots of testosterone and after the third date he began with the classic back massage to relieve her stress from studying, gradually getting her shirt off and bra unfastened. For a Chinese girl Ling had a pleasing set of full B cups, not large, but enough to fill a guy's hands. Her nipples were small but tented out nicely, like pencil erasers, and she enjoyed Mike gently reaching around and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, cupping her breasts, and soon pulling on her sensitive tits.
It took a few more dates but by the end of the month Mike had taught her the pleasures of being licked to orgasm and how to give a decent blowjob. She couldn't yet deep throat his slightly slimmer seven inches, and unlike Fred he didn't try a force his cock into her throat, but let her get used to swirling her tongue around him, bobbing her head up and down the upper half of his cock, and she did learn to swallow.
Mike might have been more patient than Fred but he knew enough to make Ling obey him. He got to where she would get naked for him and he would move behind her and toy with her round firm ass, his hands almost meeting as he held her waist, rubbing his cock between her butt checks, and dipping down to thrust against her hymen and rub the slight black triangle of frizzly hair that barely covered her slit.
When it came time to breaking in her virginity though he was too impatient, too rough, and her hymen too sensitive for him to succeed in taking her virginity. After the first couple of her reluctant efforts to let him try to break her cherry Mike began to play with her asshole, rubbing the head of his greased cock around it, and plunging his thumb past her rosebud, finger fucking her ass and stretching it out.
Ling knew what he was doing and the evening before her American room-mate had told her lots of girls let guys use their asses as an alternative to giving up their virginity. So when Mike lined up his cock and pushed it against her brown hole she grunted, and then groaned in pain as he forced his cock up her back passage. Mike had enough sense to have lubricated himself and in short order he was able to rest balls deep in her tight ass, luxuriating in her quivering muscles as he gently flexed his cock, letting her get used to the idea of being used for his pleasure. He soon was gliding in and out, ignoring Ling's quiet sobs and moans of degradation and pain as he worked himself to orgasm deep in her.
Ling let him ass fuck her a few more times, and gave him a couple more blowjobs, but eventually Mike, drunk one night, fucked her ass too vigorously, and she left his room sore, staggered home determined not to do anymore anal, and broke up with his sorry ass.
So by the time Ling came to me she had learned large white guys would use their privilege to enjoy themselves at the expense of her throat or ass if she let them. She still had her virginity, albeit slightly stretched by Mike's attempts to bust her cherry. She was willing and obedient still, but determined not to be put in the pain Mike had inflicted on her asshole with his large cock.
I knew her story, both from her own telling and the guys and moved slowly. I also had a more average six inch cock, and was able to use my size to my advantage, gradually coaxing her to take more of my shaft deep into her mouth until she could, after several weeks, easily deep throat my entire rod, gazing up at me with my balls pressing her chin.
I taught her to hold this position for several long seconds before easing back for a breath, and then repeating a deep stroke taking me almost to my root, rubbing her soft tongue against the sensitive underside as she bobbed up and down. Ling gradually got use to my hands tangled in her long glossy black hair, guiding how deep I wanted my cock thrust into her wet mouth. Once I had control and she knew how to bring me to orgasm I used her mouth frequently, often having her naked but for her delicate panties, kneeling between my thighs, as I enjoyed her growing oral skills.
I eventually earned her permission to pop her cherry, and once she recovered from the initial soreness she took a natural and intense pleasure in sex. She had, she discovered, a strong sex drive and loved being taken from behind, or riding on top, or having her thighs pressed up into her armpits as I thrust above her, burying my cock to the balls before withdrawing and surging back. She quickly obtained birth control pills and I always rode her bareback and came deep in her pussy unless I was in the mood to have her swallow my cum.
We'd been dating several months before I began to want to push her subservience further. I had done everything I could think of, fucked her in every position I wanted, standing, whether bent over or gripping her ass cheeks as she wrapped her ankles around my waist and I bounced her up and down my rod, forcing her to hold her thighs tightly together to increase the slippery friction her incredibly tight channel offered to the point I'd cum just from the sheer pleasure of feeling her flesh gripping my cock on all sides, or simply from behind with her head and shoulders pressed to the blankets and her ass raised high, her pussy and tight brown hole glowing with her juices.
It was then, like Fred and Mike, I decided to put her endurance and obedience to a test. I was bored, and I owed a black friend of mine, Phil, a favor or two from some weed.
Now Phil was famously hung, porn star large, long, and thick. He was dark and muscular, a fellow athlete, and proud of his status as a literal big man on campus. Some girls sought him out, determined to experience his unusual size and girth, and some avoided him. He had a reputation for being rough and forcing his thick rod up tight white cunts even if the girls changed their minds halfway through. Sometimes I heard he relented and let them suck him off, but more than one girl claimed he'd all but raped her. His status as an athlete and the fact that his brutal nature and size were so well known made the women reluctant to do more than confess to their friends, but word did get around about both his size and rough nature.
Now Ling was far smaller than any girl who had taken Phil's monster, and one day, over a joint, we made a bet.
Phil didn't believe she could take more than the plum sized head of his ebony cock in her mouth, and I thought Ling would probably, if we played our cards right, let us find out, and that she, having lost much of her gag reflex over the last few months, might be able to surprise Phil with her oral skills. We bet an ounce of weed and I put my devious plot in motion.
Ling still smarted from how Mike had forcefully used her ass, and refused me her tightest hole. I began to play on that, rubbing my cockhead against her back door between strokes of doing her from behind, ass up and head down. She'd moan and protest, beg me not to push my cock head into her ass, offer her tight pussy and throat. I'd pretend to be reluctant, and mention how Mike had bragged about fucking her ass roughly for his pleasure many times. She'd insist it was only a few times, that it hurt too badly.
