There's still a trait he wants to try.

Mason ran his hand up Yumi’s smooth, slender legs. They had barely begun and already her skin felt like it was on fire. He took a firm, but gentle, grip on her boyish hips. The giant teen took the opportunity to caress her with his thumbs just above the bone. That caused the tiny girl to, somewhat futilely, wiggle against his grasp. The smile she fought to contain and the huff that escaped her nose let him know he might have found a ticklish spot. Mason grinned evilly up at her. The Japanese girl gave him a look somewhere between pleading and warning.

Reminding himself that this was supposed to be a reward, he stopped himself. Though he would have to remember that in the future. But at the moment he would need to make good on his promise. He insistently pulled her hips down. First to the point where she had to drop to her knees. Then he kept going until Yumi was sitting on her cute, bare ass. When he started, the Japanese girl frowned at him with wide eyes. Then her brow crinkled and her head tilted to the side. But as her butt hit the comforter, her mouth formed into a small “o” as she finally realized what he was doing.

Mason gave his girlfriend a playful smile. It seemed she hadn’t expected this. Good. If he had become predictable on day three, he would have failed as a boyfriend. He placed one massive hand on her nearly flat chest and **** her to lay back until she was resting on her elbows. Giving him the best possible angle. At least according to some of the porn, he had seen.

As he spread her legs, someone his size would need plenty of room, the blond glanced at their audience. To his surprise, Vina hadn’t moved back after they shared their last kiss. But the way she watched them in puzzlement was expected. There was the possibility she had heard about cunnilingus. Maybe from one of the girls at school. Or maybe online somewhere. Who knows, maybe Mrs. Wibowo was a little more adventurous than she first appeared. But she certainly looked like someone who didn’t have a clue as to what was going on. Mason gave her a second to ask a question, but she didn’t. Vina just sat still as a statue, eyes shining like a hawk’s.

So without any more preamble, the massive teen got to work. He pushed Yumi back slightly, giving him room to work. Then he locked his gaze on the pink slit between her legs. Its lips glistened invitingly at him. Luxuria had supposedly made it quite the treat. It was high time Mason tested that.

He started small. At first, he just used a finger. That had worked well before. (Even if he probably had some demonic help with that.) He traced along her outer lips with the pad of his pointer finger. Then her slick inner labia. Then he found her entrance. As he gently massaged the opening more and more scalding honey poured forth.

Yumi’s eyes fluttered shut. She drank in even this small taste of pleasure desperately. As though she had been lost in the desert for weeks and her lover had finally brought her soothing, cool water. A pitiful groan bubbled up from deep within as she rolled her hips, desperately trying to draw his finger into her impossibly tight pussy. Mason had no idea if he was secretly the world's greatest lover, or if the Japanese girl was just easy to please. But he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

And he had no intention of resting on his laurels. Mason smirked at her closed eyes. It gave him the perfect opportunity. With a swift motion, he pulled his finger away and dove in with his tongue. Yumi’s hazel eyes snapped wide as dinner plates, and her glasses nearly slipped off her nose. With his mouth busy Mason couldn’t really smirk up at her. But he hoped the light in his cerulean eyes would let her know how he felt.

The taste was pleasant… but odd. “Sweet like honey” was definitely an exaggeration. It was closer to something like very dark chocolate. At least in its level of sweetness. The actual flavor itself was unlike anything he knew. So foreign as to leave without a frame of reference. It was just the taste of Yumi. An indescribably alive and unique presence on his tongue. The essence of his lover in his mouth.

But that wasn’t what really stuck out to him at that moment. As his tongue lapped at her, Mason stared up at Yumi. Blue and hazel eyes connected through their respective glasses. She was an open book for him, and he knew it was the same for her. And right now, even from between her legs, they both knew who held all the power. Every flick of his tongue earned a shuddering little gasp. He alternated between speeding up and slowing down, just to change her moans from eager and lusty to pathetic and whiney. When he pulled away she bucked her hips in an attempt to chase his mouth. But that was easily stopped with one hand on her petite hips.

Yumi was **** to accept her pleasure was in his hands. So to speak. Mason had no intention of torturing the poor girl, endlessly teasing her with just enough pleasure to almost reach a climax that never came. But judging by the way she wantonly moaned and groaned, unable to fully form the words to beg for more, it seemed it was a **** his Japanese lover could get behind.

So he took the opportunity to experiment. And to practice of course. Mason used the tip of his tongue to poke, prod, and stoke each and every fold over her pussy. He replicated what Yumi had enjoyed from his fingers. Though with a few added grazes and from his teeth nibbles from his teeth. Those caught his lover off guard. But after the initial shock, she seemed to enjoy it as long as he was extra gentle. But there was no contest, and no surprise, for what proved to be her favorite part. When his tongue swiped across her shy, little clit the Asian girl squealed in delight.

That was a turning point. Yumi’s desperation went from pleasurable to undesirable. Mason could see it in the fine details. Her large, round glasses finally fell free from her nose, hanging against her upper lip. But she made no move to put them back. The small fragments of sentences she had managed before were now totally gone. All that came forth were wordless cries of ecstasy. But perhaps most telling of all was her hands. They had been supporting her, admittedly minuscule, weight behind her. But now they had grabbed onto the back of his head, trying to pull him closer in a frenzied attempt to push herself over the edge.

It didn’t come. But her boyfriend had one more trick up his sleeve. His right hand, which had been pulling apart her lips, repositioned. He pushed his pointer finger forward, into her slick, velvety tunnel. Her inner walls instantly clamped onto the intruding digit, trying to pull him deeper. She longed to feel him within her. Even if it was just his finger. Mason moved in and out of her, massaging his lover’s core just the way she liked.

It only took a few thrusts.

Yumi’s warm thighs snapped up and squeezed his head. Mason’s own glasses were knocked askew. But if the metal frames digging into her soft skin bothered the Asian girl she didn’t let on. She wailed so hard and so loud that she almost instantly ran out of breath. Her adorable face was twisted into a rapturous, open-mouthed smile as all that escaped her was a barely audible whine. And the whole time the walls of her pussy clamped down on his finger again and again with each wave of pleasure that crashed through her.

For a moment Mason’s world consisted solely of Yumi. Her warmth and scent pressed into him from all sides. But he was fine with that. So he focused on walking her through her orgasm. He kept pumping his finger and lashing her clit with his tongue until she reached her peak. Then he slowed down, backing off the sensitive bud and slowly massaging her inner walls. All to walk his tiny lover down from her sexual zenith as gently as possible.

Then all at once, she collapsed. The Japanese girl’s arms and legs went limp and she flopped backward onto the bed. As she lay there panting, Mason pulled himself back to his feet. As he did he pulled his finger free. He couldn’t help but admire the wet sheen on his finger and coating his knuckles. As well as the wet patch she had left on the blanket beneath her.

“What was that!?” Vina asked hands on her cheeks. In all the excitement Mason had almost forgotten she was there. But the curvy hadn’t backed off when the fun had begun. She had been so close it was impossible to fully ignore her presence.

“What I did, or what she did?” Mason asked. He leaned down to give his slowly recovering girlfriend a quick kiss, even fixing her glasses for her. Then he looked back to Vina for an answer. But judging by the Muslim teen’s dumbfounded look, she couldn’t narrow it down at the moment. “Well, what I did was called cunnilingus. It’s a type of oral sex.”

Mason wasn’t sure exactly how much sex ed Vina had. Maybe he was starting a little too basic, but better safe than sorry.

“And that made Yumi orgasm,” He said.

“Women do that too!?” If Vina had been shocked before she was completely bowled over by that revelation.

“Yep,” Mason said. “At least that’s been my experience so far.”

Now he was just tempting fate. And he knew it. But as he looked down at Yumi’s petite exhausted form it was hard not to feel proud.

“Do they really feel that good?” The voluptuous, Indonesian girl asked.

“Yes,” Yumi muttered dreamily. But she quickly seemed to fully return to the world. The petite girl pulled herself upright, though it took some doing. It wasn’t until she sat up that she seemed to remember her current state of dress or lack thereof. One arm crossed over her chest and her other hand shielded her bare pussy. Even then she had trouble looking her friend in the eye. “Have you never… um… Y-You know?”

There was a long moment of silence where Vina just pouted in confusion. But then realization spread over her face, followed shortly by a blush. She looked away bashfully and brought one hand to her mouth.

“A few times,” His Muslim girlfriend whispered from behind her fingers. “But nothing like that ever happened.

That was an intriguing revelation. That he might not just give this lovely girl her first time. But even her first orgasm. When the time came he was going to have to make it truly special. But that would have to wait. There were other things that needed his attention now.