THE TIGER'S ROAR

(M/F; illustrated)

Ching-Mai was a frightened girl. Frightened of many things, but frightened most of all that Ali's parents would come home unexpectedly. She should never have come to his house, never have agreed to spend an afternoon here instead of going to the library to study, as she'd told her own family she was doing. Yet instead of working on her books like a good daughter and a good student she was here instead, and wearing little more than one of Ali's gowns. Which was one of the most satisfying things she could think of, to be wearing something of his, to be sharing it with him.

The truth was that everything to do with Ali excited her almost beyond bearing, and had done ever since he had been introduced to her. Handsome, strong, self assured, a brilliant student from a wealthy family and always relaxed and full of fun. One look at him, one glance back from his eyes, and she'd almost stopped living for anybody or anything except Ali. Somehow, not believing her luck, she'd stared dating him and the emotions boiling inside her had become stronger and stronger, demanding a release which she knew could only be achieved in a bedroom with Ali as her lover. And, now finally, the moment had come.

She should have refused to come to his fortuitously deserted house. She should have passed by this chance to become Ali's woman instead of his girl. But she hadn't. Which was why she was lying on Ali's bed in Ali's room and listening for his steps outside. He'd said he would come back after he'd locked all the doors and taken the phone off the hook. And it was the hotly imagined thoughts of what would happen when they were on the bed together which had her heart trying to hammer its way out of her rib cage like a trapped animal. If anybody else ever found out about this ... but that was too terrible a thing to even think about.

There was a movement outside the room.

"Ali?"

She heard him chuckle: "Relax, everything's cool now."

He came into the room, quietly, his own gown hanging open, and smiling down at Ching-Mai. She wondered how he could seem so relaxed at such a time. Then she wished she hadn't begun to wonder if any other girls had been here before her.

"You look like a kitten," he said teasingly. "A kitten waiting to have its tummy stroked."

Eager to break the tension, Ching-Mai rose up on her hands and knees, and then made a mock snarling sound deep in her throat. Ali chuckled.

"Ah, this is no kitten, this is an angry tigerimages. Perhaps I should fetch a chair and a whip to make her behave."

She pouted, twisting her lips: "A whip?"

"No, no whip for you, Ching-Mai. I know a better way of getting you to do some clever tricks for me."

"But what if I don't know any clever tricks?" She was reluctant to openly admit her inexperience in sex though contrarily proud of implying it.

"Oh, I hope so much that you don't know any tricks, my lily petal. Then it will so much fun to teach them to you."

He knelt down on the bed beside her. "Start learning from here, Ching-Mai. Pretend that this is the first night of our honeymoon. What would you do to show how much you love me?"

She felt herself blushing ... and smiling. She lifted up one hand to stroke the back of his neck. The other hand seemed to have a mind of its own, reaching down to stroke the inside of his thighs. Ali chuckled at her hesitant fumbling.

"Why, I thought I was marrying a nice innocent girl and now I find I've got myself a little volcano ready to blow her top. Maybe she'll burn me up if I get too close."

Ching-Mai was unsettled by his joking words, but not nearly as much as she was by having her face against his naked chest and the smell of his male body in her nose. The hand she was disowning for its shameless behavior ran across the fabric of Ali's briefs, stroking what was underneath them. She felt his chest move against her cheek as he drew in his breath sharply.

"Well, well, it is a wildcat that I've brought home -- and she has sharp claws. I wonder what her lips taste like?"

Ali's hand came around her waist and pulled her closer yet to him. In a second he was kissing her fiercely, then pressing his tongue against hers. Ching-Mai returned the caress in the same way, the air blowing through their noses becoming as mixed as the saliva in their mouths. She could feel a hard projection growing and thrusting impatiently against her belly as if an angry elephant was trying to push aside a barrier in its path.

How could such a small thing as being close to a boy let loose such force? Ching-Mai was no witch, she had no magic powers, yet her closeness to Ali and her kisses had made this change in his body, as though she could call out this elemental power from deep within him whenever she chose to. This was her own power, the power of being a woman for a man. Her hand gripped and caressed the swollen flesh and then the fingers tweaked the tip of his cock like the ear of a pet dog. Ali moaned and quivered in response.

"So, the little tigerimages knows some tricks already," he said in a suddenly husky voice. "But how can I see how beautiful she is with this robe on? It has to come off her."

Ching-Mai wondered if he really thought she was beautiful, or if he could ever think of her as beautiful when she was naked: to her eyes she was skinny and only half grown, whereas Ali's own body was as near perfection as God could make. But there was nothing she could do to change matters from the way they were.

Ali reached up to the lapels of the robe and gently eased it back over her shoulders: the silken interior rubbed lightly against the hot skin of her arms as it slipped down. Her partner -- her partner! -- leaned forward and nuzzled against the crook of her neck as if he was paying homage to some religious relic.

"Ching-Mai, I've been in love with you ever since the day I first saw you," he whispered.

She arched her back in satisfaction at hearing his pledge, sure it was genuine. "And you, Ali. When I first saw you I knew what Juliet felt when she saw Romeo."

"But you're not going to die, my Juliet. I'm going to make you live like you've never lived before."

Ching-Mai trembled and kissed him again as his fingers slipped around her back, up and down her spine, and then unhooked her bra so deftly it seemed to fall apart at his very touch. She blushed as she saw his eyes looking down at her bared nipples. And not only was her flesh openly exposed to his eyes, so was the effect he was having on her body.

"Beautiful, so beautiful," he whispered. "They deserve to be stroked like the finest pieces of porcelain."

Ali turned her round and slipped sideways in one quick movement which put him behind her, a hand taking hold of her right breast as he pressed his lips against her neck again.

"Isn't this more exciting than being in a library, tigerimages?"

"Yes ... yes. But I should be studying!"

"Study most of the time, if you must. But tigerimagess have to come out of their cages sometimes or they would never know how wild they can be."

Ching-Mai felt herself giggling at the idea of her being a tigerimages. But the touch of Ali's hand rubbing her nipple certainly had her ready to behave like a wild animal.

"Did Confucius say that?"

"No, Confucius, he say that a girl's panties are like Great Wall of China. Impressive to look at but never stop strong man from going where he has to go."

She didn't giggle then but spoke simply: "And you're strong, aren't you, Ali?"

"Yes, my sweet one, I am strong."

His hands proved him right, softly but undeniably turning her so that he could tug down the waistband of the only piece of clothing she had left on.

"Well, well, look at what I've found to play with on my honeymoon. A perfect little tail. A piece of ass that would be totally wasted just being sat on, especially in a library. This belongs in a bikini and on a beach where it can drive all the guys wild."

Ali slapped her gently on the right buttock as though he was as proud of it as she should be. Then Ching-Mai gasped in excitement as he pulled the rolled up panties down her legs. All the pretence was finally over, she was completely naked and there was no turning back.

"You do love me, don't you, Ali?"

He chuckled and pulled her towards him again, mock growling at her as she had earlier done to him: "How could I not love a girl as beautiful as you, little tigerimages? Aren't you the most wonderful thing I've ever seen? All you need to be perfect is some special treatment from your trainer. Let's see is this makes you purr ... "

Again, his strong fingers on her breast. But that was as nothing compared to where his other hand was touching her. Ching-Mai gasped as if she was sliding into a tub of too hot water, unable to believe how skillfully her lover was manipulating her most secret parts. He seemed to know what to do for her even better than she knew it herself. But where her fingers had to be the whole orchestra this was only the overture to what was to come.

"Oh, Ali!"

Her nails reached up and behind her to scrape the back of his neck.

"I can't hear you purring yet, tigerimages. Perhaps this will do it."

The finger in between her inner lips found her blood gorged rosebud: found it and tickled it as delicately as a concert pianist beginning a maestro's performance.

"Ali!"

"tigerimages, do you think this is the best I can do for you? Because if you do think that, you're wrong. Go down on your hands and knees and see what happens."

She did as he ordered. She felt his breath on the moist flesh between her opened legs, and then his wetness became part of hers as he touched her pussy with his tongue. And as he lapped up and down he covered both the entrances to her body while his finger teased Ching-Mai's clitoris again.

"Ali, oh God, Ali ... that's incredible!"

He took his mouth from her to speak: "If you want some instruction, little tigerimages, I want to hear you growl for it."

"Grrrrrr ... grrrrrrrr!"

She heard him laugh, felt the breath coming from his lungs fluttering against her skin.

"Now that's something you wouldn't have learnt to do in the library, my sweet one. Now for another lesson, and to stop it you have to tell me you want to be fucked, fucked good and hard."

There had been a time when Ching-Mai could never have imagined herself saying that out loud to any boy. But that had been before she'd met Ali, and before she'd found out what he was willing to do with his tongue. Before she'd found herself kneeling on his bed clutching at the sheets and crying out with passion.

Now he had he so turned on that she needed him as badly as any bitch in heat had ever needed a mate.

"Oh ... fuck me, Ali, please! Fuck me good and hard."

"Wow, tigerimages, are you ready to kill or what?" he jested with her. "Is it really you waving this beautiful little butt at me? You want me to do something with it?"

"Ali, come on!"

"What happens next is like a Star Wars movie, tigerimages. First of all you get a sneak preview before the force is finally with you."

He knelt behind her and then something else touched her where his tongue had been. Something hard yet incredibly smooth and hot and shaped to fit into her like nothing else could be.

Ching-Mai opened her mouth and tensed in anticipation of Ali taking her. But it seemed as if he wanted to tease her even yet, with only the tip of his cock rubbing against her cunt like a cat pressing against its owner's leg at mealtime. Except that she was the one who felt like purring.

"Do you know what you have to do now, tigerimages, to show you're ready for this?"

"No."

"Oh, Ching-Mai, and I thought you were such a woman of the world," he teased her. "Well, think again and if you get any ideas, tell me."

Of course she knew what he meant and she was so eager for him there was no time left for modesty.

"You want me to suck it for you?"

Ali chuckled: "A girl as smart as you would be wasted in a library. Come on, tigerimages, show me what you can do."

Ching-Mai had often thought about she would behave in a situation like this. She'd expected to find herself bashful and awkward about going down on a man like a common bargirl. She certainly hadn't expected to enjoy the experience. But now it was happening she lived up to Ali's teasing name for her, taking his perfectly shaped shaft in between her lips as if it was something that belonged to her, something she'd fought for and won with tooth and claw against other female animals.

"Well done, tigerimages. Now do you know what to do with it, or shall I tell you?"

She shook her head, a fraction, then wriggled closer to him so she could draw as much of his flesh as far into her mouth as she could.

"Oh, yes, you do know what to do."

Ali's voice was quivering in a way Ching-Mai had never heard before. It was a revelation to her of how much pleasure she was giving her lover by simply pursing his lips tightly around his cock and moving them up and down it. She clutched the base with her fingers to steady the swollen monster as she kept on giving it the kiss of life. A sudden thought made her chuckle, a chuckle which turned into a snorting cough in her tightly filled throat. But Ali had sensed her mood, and his hand gently stroked her hair.

"I wonder what's going on inside your lovely head, tigerimages?"

How could she ever explain a memory of a first aid class at school, with the girls taking it in turns to kneel beside a plastic dummy and practice giving it mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? A sudden ridiculous image had crept into her mind, of a dummy with a huge plastic cock, and the class teacher giving each girl detailed instructions on how to administer a blow job as she sucked on it. The thought was so crazy she couldn't help having a fit of giggles. But Ali had become serious.

"On your back, tigerimages. Now I'm really going to make your roar."

She rolled over as he wanted, staring at the erection nuzzling at her. Ali's hands were holding her legs apart, ready for the beginning of the final act of love making. Ching-Mai's own laughter had stopped and she felt almost as frightened as she was excited. But nothing was going to stop her now from making Ali hers and she reached forward to take him in her hand. In fact it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to do it and put the thrusting cock exactly where it wanted to go -- and then Ali pushed forward with his hips and Ching-Mai felt him open her up as if she was a morsel of meat being skewered onto a satay stick.

"Ali! Ali!"

"Don't worry, Ching-Mai, everything's fine. You're wonderful. And now we can start fucking ... "

He began to move his prick up inside her cunt, driving a little further forward with each beat. She screamed in sheer delight and clung to the bed end as though she was in fear of being swept away by a typhoon or a flood.

Ali snorted, finally driving into her tightly gripping muscles as far and as hard as he could. Ching-Mai cried aloud with pain, with pleasure, and with pride in being woman enough to hold all his manhood within her.

"I told you I'd make your roar, tigerimages," he boasted. "Am I doing it?"

"Yes, my darling! Oh, yes!"

She saw Ali's teeth flash white as he grunted out his own satisfaction from her welcoming body. His swollen flesh fitted inside her so exactly, so perfectly that there couldn't be anything wrong with what they were doing -- it was what both of them had been made for.

"Now we'll try something else, tigerimages," Ali said. "Tell me how this feels."

He lifted up her ankles as high as he could, together, so the tip of that rutting cock could get even further inside her. Ching-Mai groaned again and again as the dragon's head struck home, getting ever closer to the place where it would eventually breathe his fire into her.

Ali's voice was loud enough to hear over her own panting and cries.

"You like being screwed this way, little tigerimages?"

His words, the feeling of being under his total control, these things excited her almost as much as his body was doing.

"Yes! Yes!"

"That's good -- but it takes both of us to really do the job. Start licking your finger."

"What?"

"Lick your finger and then jerk yourself off while I'm fucking your tight little box."

Ching-Mai wondered if he was joking with her but then looked into his face and knew that he wasn't. So she put one of her fingers in her mouth and sucked it as Ali strained against her, the part of him inside her riding up and down like a boat in a stormy sea. She could feel her own inner muscles creating the waves and even hear the wet noises as her movements matched his

"I wish we could do this forever," she thought wistfully. It was like one of those half asleep and half awake dreams where something wonderful is happening but must soon fade away.

"Hey, planet earth to Ching-Mai! Are you receiving?"

She opened her eyes and saw Ali's amusement at the way she'd been lost in herself. "Are you up in orbit, girl? Floating away?"

"I'm off the planet, Ali."

"Then start fingering yourself and see if you can go round the moon."

Ali put his hands down on the inside of her knees and spread her legs wide apart, increasing the rhythm of his love making.

"Now, Ching-Mai, now," he whispered urgently. "Now we do it together."

She reached down to the junction of their heaving bodies, found her clitoris and did as Ali had ordered her. Then she found herself screaming out at the combination of sensual pleasures exploding through her body.

"And we have lift off," Ali said proudly. "From now on you'll always be wanting more of this."

"Yes .... yes .... "

"You'll get wet just by looking at a banana -- as long as I'm holding it."

His boasts were a young man's arrogance, the arrogance of strength and success that came from having her totally controlled by his cock. Yet the truth was that he was telling the truth about how she felt now.

"Roll over for me, tigerimages. It's time for your next lesson."

Ching-Mai cried out in protest as he withdrew from her, then quickly lay down on her stomach. She vaguely wondered how long it had been since Ali had come back into the bedroom, how long they'd been making love. How much time did it take to make your life entirely different from what it had been?

"Right, you horny little bitch, here it comes from behind."

She felt the dragon's head lunging at her once more and lifted her hips up to welcome him home again. Ali's voice called out from behind her as he plunged deep into her cunt.

"That's it, tigerimages, move that sweet ass for me!"

She did, jerking herself back against him as if she was a wild mare trying to throw off a rider determined to break her in.

"Oh, you're a wild one, tigerimages. Wait until I tell all the guys in the class about what a great fuck you are. They'll be following you around with their cocks hanging out."

Ching-Mai cried out in fear at the thought: "No, Ali, no!"

"OK, then you'll have to do a double date with Peoni."

"Peoni? Peoni Tan?"

"That's right, your very good friend and classmate, Peoni Tan. I've been screwing her for weeks now -- didn't you know?"

Ching-Mai didn't know, had never even suspected any special chemistry between her friend and Ali. Peoni seemed too intent on her studies to have any time for dating even though she was such a good looking girl. And if she had gone out with a boy, even Ali, it seemed incredible that Peoni should have let herself be seduced like a common slut.

"I don't believe it," she said, or rather gasped as Ali plunged deeply into her quivering loins again.

He laughed: "You mean she's too much of a good girl -- like you?"

It was a shot which was right on target. If Ching-Mai herself had come to Ali's bedroom who was she to say that another girl wouldn't -- or hadn't?

"She's no better than you are, tigerimages, but maybe she doesn't screw as well. So I'm going to get you to show her what to do."

"What!"

"You heard. I'm going to have the pair of you in bed together and fuck you both." Ali gloated. "I'll call Peoni and tell her when I've finished with you today. And wouldn't I love to hear you two talking about that when you get to school tomorrow."

It seemed as if the exultation in his mind was driving Ali's body even more energetically. The dragon head went so far and so hard into Ching-Mai's cunt she yelled out in disbelief before coming in a shuddering rush.

Ali's hand caught hold of her breast as he pounded at her like a never ending earthquake. "Which way do you want it, tigerimages? You want to watch me fucking Peoni first, or do you want her to watch us doing this?"

Ching-Mai whined in disbelief that he could suggest such a thing, yet also because the wave of physical pleasure which had just passed had already been succeeded by another. She was going to come again and it was an awesome experience.

"No, Ali, no! I couldn't!"

"You're right, tigerimages. The first thing I'll do is to make you and Peoni suck my cock together."

Ching-Mai had no words to answer with as the second oncoming shock of passion exploded as violently as the first.

"Hey, how about that? Two of you stuck up teacher's pets with your ice cold panties right here on my bed, putting my cock in your mouths whenever I tell you to. What a story that would be for the school magazine."

"Ali, please ... " She had no more energy or breath for more than a weak protest.

Then the dragon's head was suddenly gone from its flooding cave inside her and was spreading its hot breath in patches up and down her back. She could also hear Ali gasping as a sticky little puddle formed at the top of the cleft between her buttocks.

"Now that was fun, girlie, real good," Ali said. "And it won't be long before we do it again, you can bet on that."

Ching-Mai was surprised to find that she'd sweated so much that the sheets underneath her were clinging to her body. But what really mattered to her was Ali's talk about Peoni Tan.

"She wouldn't come here with me -- never! Not Peoni."

Ali laughed as he stroked her butt: "Then you'd better persuade her to, otherwise I'll spread the story all over the school about how you came here. There's nothing like giving a good girl a bad name to get people interested in the gossip. You can either take my word for it or find out the hard way."

"But ... but I though I was going to be your girl friend?"

"No problem, sweetie, you've moved straight into the A team. All you've got to do now is to meet the other gals on it and learn the moves." His palm slapped down hard on one of her ass cheeks.

"Ouch!"

"What did you think, tigerimages? That I was coming home and jerking myself off every night while I waited for you to make your mind up? Hey, you'd better know you're the last cab off the rank, not the first."

"Oh ... "

Ali leaned forward, the tip of his still hard cock brushing up against her thighs. "So what do you want to do, tigerimages? Are you going to keep on loving me or not? You'd better think carefully before you make your choice."

Ching-Mai didn't even have to hesitate about making her choice. Anything at all was better than having the reputation that Ali could pin on her. And, anyway, if she was going to be bad she might as well be very, very bad.

"I guess I want you to fuck me again, Ali," she said carefully. Then she reached up to pull his head closer to hers so that she could kiss him hard on the lips.

Ali chuckled and whispered: "Old Chinese proverb say that man who rides on tigerimages can never dismount. That sounds like a hell of a good proverb to me."

THE END
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