Eunjee's story was a remarkable one but fairly typical for a Korean student coming to the United States to study. Like most modern Koreans she started learning English at a young age and by the time she arrived at a major Midwestern university to study she could carry on a fluent conversation with Americans. Adjusting to life in the heartland was hard at first, but as she grew accustomed and her days got easier. She was able to use her automatic membership at the university athletic facilities, where she would go a few times a week to walk the treadmill or swim a few laps in the pool. She always was a firm believer that staying trim and healthy was important. 

Something else was happening, too. She'd lived with her parents all through her undergraduate education, meaning that her college life was just as rigorous and without a trace of social life as her high school years were. So when she finally left home for graduate school in the states, at age 23, she began to have an awakening about the opposite sex.  

Men noticed her, too, particularly when she slipped into the pool or exercised with her sports bra. Her Korean girlfriends thought she was exceedingly bold and cautioned her against showing off too much of her body - they said you never knew what Americans were thinking -- but she knew it was jealousy as much as anything. Eunjee's body was unusually, universally sexy for an Asian woman. She was trim and small-boned, with small and pretty feet, which all appealed to the crowd that liked those Asian traits. And yet she also bore some curves in her hips and breasts that were slightly larger than typical Asian breasts, yet still well-proportioned. That appealed to Americans who liked big breasts. All in all, she was pursued by all men in general. She had appeal for everybody. 

That's to say nothing of her wmoooth, olive skin, long sleek, black hair and eyes so round they could almost be Western. But of course Mother Nature smiled upon her in this category, too, and her eyes had just enough Asian in the edges of her eyelids to make her distinctly Korean. Her back was straight and angled in just a little at the bottom, which only accentuated her perfectly round buttocks even more. In a word, she was stunning, but in a sexy kind of way. Some women were so pretty that men were intimidated. But Eunjee had an easy smile and her eyes were naturally suggestive and inviting, and men were drawn to her like bees to honey. 

By the time she arrived in the U.S., Eunjee was accustomed to being approached by men and had many ways of preserving her relatively chaste reputation. Among them were the tactics that most women learn to show disinterest. Some men had trouble with rejection, but from her mother Eunjee had acquired what her family called the death stare, which her mother had used to settle many a dispute. The difference between Eunjee's death stare and her mother's was that her mother used it as a tool. Eunjee's was natural, emerging when she was angry. And occasionally when a man refused to take "No" for an answer she felt the ire rise inside her - they weren't entitled to get inside her pants, after all - and suddenly the man got the message loud and clear and was gone. Eunjee, in short was in full command of her relationships. 

Another way she had of preserving her reputation was what she called stealth sex. Being a normal and healthy woman, of course she possessed the hormones that all young people had. She didn't have time for a full-blown relationship, however, so her flings were entirely casual. She would arrange to have men come to her apartment at, say, 2 a.m., whereupon she would leave the door unlocked. They would have instructions to come straight to her room - she had a Chinese woman as a roommate that she didn't like much, but she slept deeply - and they'd find her naked under her sheets. Most men were so turned on by what they regarded as a remarkable turn of events that they hardly could get their clothes off before having an orgasm. Eunjee estimated that only half of these encounters resulted in actual intercourse. 

From then on there were a couple of possibilities. Some men concluded that she was easy, and became condescending, or knocking on the door some random late night, expecting the same thing to happen all over again. In reality Eunjee was thorough in her reviews of the men and extremely choosey over who she fucked. She was complicated, however, and her tastes varied. Sometimes she wanted a jock, and she would initiate contact with some muscle bound dude lifting weights to Metallica. Other times she wanted the shy and awkward type, and would pick up a computer technician. Once she wanted a married professor, and she picked one in another department, of course. Eunjee had a way of making men feel that she was succumbing to their advances, but in reality she had them singled out usually before they were aware that she noticed them. 

So the men who thought she was easy were cut off quickly. It was no loss to her since she wanted no long-term relationship anyway. Other men she allowed to hang around for a while. She usually enjoyed their conversation or they had similar tastes. So she'd have stealth sex with them a half dozen times or so, and then end it. She never carried on a relationship for more than a month, and they often overlapped. Sometimes she had two different men in a week's time. That didn't happen too often. By the time she met Dave she'd had one-night stands and slightly longer relationships with a total of eight men. Of course she didn't tell him that. 

The funny thing about Dave was that he thought he knew what sex with a virgin was like but he really didn't. Back in high school his first girlfriend - also an Asian, which was interesting, considering Dave was Caucasian -- told him that he was her first, but in reality she'd had about two yards of cock stuffed in her twat at some point or another before she dated Dave. So when Eunjee told him that she, too, was a virgin, he believed her. In his defense she worked to uphold the virgin image both in her actions and in her body. She did regular clenching exercises with her vagina so that when a man entered her she clamped down on him like a fist and he'd be in absolute ecstasy. Dave associated tightness with virginity so she had him fooled. 

But she went to great lengths to fool Dave because she liked him very much, in fact she grew to love him. He was kind and unassuming and reliable, and she was the absolute apple of his eye. She would ask him why he liked her so much, and he would say that he couldn't explain. But he treated her like a princess. He was passionate about his studies and future career, too, and so the workings of his mind interested her. One day when she found herself smiling about him in the shower she realized that unexplained romantic chemistry apparently worked on her, too. She gave in to the notion and stopped seeing other men in favor of banging Dave exclusively. He of course never suspected that she did things anything differently, and he would have flipped out if he knew that she had been seeing other men. But soon they were gone, and when Dave asked her to marry him, she said yes. 

He asked during a time of transition in their lives. He had graduated with a master's degree and gone on to the work world. She had stayed on for her doctorate. He worked a couple hours away and would come to see her on weekends. They would sleep together in her little single bed and generally fucked a couple times every weekend, with the rest of the time filled with couples stuff. Movie rentals, dinner out, walks, laundry, drives, concerts, etc. When they agreed to get married they weren't sure exactly when it would happen, but they knew it would be within a couple years. Which is a long time. 

About six months after Eunjee received her engagement ring she began to grapple with her old demons. With Dave absent during the week it was getting harder and harder. At first her ring was enough to ward away the men, but she was alone so often that they began to sense an opportunity. At first she would put a stop to it, but a couple were persistent, and despite herself she felt an attraction to them. 

There was another thing. When she first noticed Dave she picked him out for his long fingers. She knew it sounded silly but at some point someone told her that long fingers meant the bearer also had a large penis. She'd been in the mood for a big penis, but the first time she touched Dave she realized the finger theory was flawed. He wasn't tiny, but he wasn't enough to satisfy the "big" urge that she had. Still, his other qualities were marvelous and she overlooked his relative shortcoming. As the months dragged on without him in town, however, she became aware of the fact that despite the ring on her finger her taste for large penises had not gone away. She began to dwell on the fact that once she got married she'd have to be satisfied with a 5.75-inch penis for the rest of her days. 

Thus begins the story of Dick Perry, the night janitor at Eunjee's department building on campus. Dick was a tall man with a pot belly who worked while wearing various pieces of motorcycle leather and a bandana. He was an old biker who, at age 48, hadn't given up the cause. He had a ferocious appetite for women and developed a hankering for Eunjee. Truth be told, Dick had a hankering for lots of women, but his hankering for Eunjee was significant because she worked long into the evening in the building's graduate lab. Dick would come in to empty the trash cans or vacuum and strike up conversations with her. They had absolutely nothing in common but Eunjee was friendly, which he interpreted as opportunity, however slim. Every night he saw her he would stop to talk to her. Dick struck the other students as goofy and a little weird, but Eunjee had a way of seeing past the facades that men threw up. For example, Dick never revealed his full name to anybody. People knew him as Chopper, and that was that. The only person he ever told his real name to besides his employer was Eunjee. 

Eunjee saw a big vulnerable man whose bravado covered up a considerable amount of insecurity. She would have long, personal talks with him in hopes of giving him what he needed, but her mistake was that a man like Dick Perry would never be satisfied with just being treated kindly by the women he took a hankering too. Eunjee realized this one day when he asked her to come to his work closet to see some books of his. On the wall of the closet she saw several photos of women posing in the nude. She cast a look at Dick and he looked back at her intently, searching for her reaction. Eunjee kept her reaction under wraps; indeed, she didn't even mention the photos. She knew that Dick had hoped it would trigger a new beginning in their relationship, but he got nothing from her except a raising of her eyebrows. 

He was not a man to give up a hankering, however, and after the closet episode his conversations with Eunjee turned more and more suggestive when nobody was around. 

"You know how you could earn some easy money?" Dick said one night when she complained about money. "Dancing." 

"Oh I can't dance," Eunjee said, with a laugh. 

"No, the kind of dancing I'm talking about, talent don't matter," Dick said. "There's a place downtown that would hire you in a minute. You got that Asian look that men love. You'd be an exotic dancer, yeah!" 

Eunjee laughed and blushed as she realized what he was talking about. She shook her head no but was flattered despite herself. Dick picked up on that and just kept making his indirect moves on her, no matter how often she deflected them. The Chopper staked his pride on perseverance, and slowly he was resolving not to let this one get away, even though the endgame in his mind was little more than getting horizontal with her in the sack a time or two. 

One night Eunjee was in the bathroom when she ran into Pat, the other night janitor. She was a smoker and looked about 75 years old even though she was hardly 40. Eunjee liked Pat, and Pat picked up on that. Most students hardly looked at her, if they weren't asking her to clean the john, and Eunjee always took time to say hello and ask how her husband and kids were doing. Usually they parted after Pat filled her in on the latest, but on this night Pat looked around and leaned in close. 

"You seen Chopper much lately?" She said. 

"Yes," Eunjee said. "I just talked to him yesterday." 

Pat smirked. "He used to call in sick every couple of weeks or so. He hasn't missed a day of work in months." 

Eunjee smiled, feigning ignorant innocence. "That's nice," she said. 

"For him, yeah," Pat said. "You know why, don't you?" 

Eunjee played innocent and raised her eyebrows questioningly. 

"Oh, girl," Pat said, "he's got his motor runnin' for you, and that's the truth." 

"Oh!" Eunjee said, her hand flying up to her mouth. Pat smirked knowingly.

"Well," Pat said, turning back to her work, "take that for what it's worth. He's a good man, don't let nobody tell you different. He likes women for sure, but he always treats them nice." 

Eunjee finished primping herself. "I'm so busy," she said. 

"I know that, girl," Pat said. "I just thought I'd put a word in for him. I think the world of him." 

"Good night, Pat," Eunjee said. She left the bathroom with food for thought. Of course she knew that Dick liked her. What surprised her was that he had put up Pat to dropping this news upon her. She knew something significant would be happening soon. 

A couple nights later, it did. She noticed that Dick kept poking his head into the graduate lab. She waved the first couple of times. Finally she was alone and Dick came in. "How's it going, girl?" He boomed. 

"Just fine," Eunjee said, turning to speak to him. "How are you? You've been pacing around nervously all evening." 

"Yeah, yeah," Dick said. He sat down in the seat next to her. "Look," he said. "There's something that's been eating me up the past few months and if I don't say something I'll regret it. So here we go," he said. "I know some guy put a ring on your finger and everything, but I was wondering if you and me could go to dinner and the show. I won't lie, I want us to go as a couple. I was thinking maybe you would just try going out with an old fart like me and just seeing if you have a good time. Whaddya think?" 

He sat on the edge of his chair, smiling broadly to cover his anxiety. Eunjee smiled back and reached out and patted his hand. 

"Dick, don't be silly," she said. "You know I'm engaged." 

"I know that," he said. "But I never see the guy! Do you?" 

`On weekends," she said, with a laugh. 

"Weekends," he said. "If I were him I wouldn't let you out of my sight!" 

"Dick," she said. "He needs to work. Besides, we've told our families and everything that we're getting married. I can't just run off with someone else." 

"I'm not asking you to run off," Dick said. "Just let's have a good time!"  

She sighed. "I just don't think the timing is good." 

Dick sat back in his chair. "Alright, alright," he said. He stood up. "Sorry to bother you with asking. I just had to. Now I can go back to my boring life." He stood up abruptly. 

"Dick," she said. But he had turned to go, and he left without another word. 

She didn't see him for a few nights, and in her mind that was the end of it. The truth was that she wasn't much attracted to Dick at this moment, otherwise she had to admit that she might have agreed to it. She shook her head as she told herself that if only Dick knew how she ticked, he might ask again in a month and get a different answer entirely. But she was in for another surprise. The Chopper had a sixth sense about women, and he was aware that hers wasn't a total rejection. He began to plan. 

It happened like this. He had made friends with the department computer tech and would hang out occasionally in the man's office when he worked late at night. One night the tech had had a few drinks and decided to snoop around the department's computer files. Dick was there. The tech began looking at what the faculty were viewing on the internet. "Look at this," he said, pointing to the page history of the college dean. "Tranny hos go wild," he recited. "I could end this fuckin' guy's career." 

They looked at a few others. Most were on the up and up, but a few had some vivid sexual desires that weren't absent at work. 

"Hey," Dick said, as they scrolled over a list of names, "check that one." 

"Eunjee Kim," the techie said. "Why her?" 

"Aw no reason," Dick said. "We're just friends." 

"Some friend  you are, snoopin' around her files," the techie said. 

"Just do it, asshole," Dick said, poking him. 

"Oh what the hell, why not," the techie slurred. "She's so damn hot I'm curious too." He opened up her page history. In a moment they swore in surprise. It seemed that recently Eunjee liked to surf the web for images of big penises. 

"Whaddya say?" the techie laughed. "Think you could satisfy that urge for her?" 

"Hey," Dick said, "You watch your mouth. She's my friend." 

"Sorry," the techie grumbled, and turned off the computer. "Hell, you asked to do it. We shouldn't be doing this anyway." 

Dick thought back to that night as he stood in his closet, his forehead resting against the wall after being rejected by Eunjee. He was a big man, and big men had big dicks. Eunjee of course had surmised that he was well hung, Dick knew, but that still wasn't enough to convince her to go the distance with him. But he sensed opportunity in the air. He just had to figure out how to realize it. 

A week after she shot him down Dick appeared again. Eunjee was genuinely happy to see him. "I'm so glad I didn't lose a friend," she said. 

"Yeah, you ain't gonna get rid of me," he said. "But how about you make it up to me and let's go out for dinner. Just as friends. I know a great pizza place. To keep it honest I'll invite one of my friends and you can invite one of yours. Hell, your fiancé if you want, if he really exists. Anybody!" 

Eunjee laughed. "Okay, we'll be there," she said. 

That weekend Dick arrived early with his "friend," who really was just an acquaintance. His name was Tyson Reed and he was a bouncer at the strip club. He was about 25 years old, tall, broad-shouldered and with deep brown eyes that women fell into and never came out. He was part black, part Brazilian, giving him this magnificent golden skin and yet enough features to show the black in him. He had a big smile, and Dick never saw him with the same woman twice. He knew Dick, and one night at the club Dick told him he had a proposition. 

"You like Asian girls, dontcha?" Dick said. 

"I told you we need more of them down here," Tyson said. `Men love `em, and I ain't no exception to the rule." 

Dick smiled and outlined his plan. Tyson sat there nodding the whole time. "You got a picture of her?" he said when Dick finished. Dick fished one out of the two of them in the graduate lounge. Tyson looked at it and whistled. 

"Damn," he said. "Yeah, I'll do it. I'm all over that." 

"Terrific," Dick said. "She's a tough nut to crack, but I think she will." 

"That's what I like to hear," Tyson said, his eyes feasting on the photo. 

Now that they were at the restaurant, Dick saw a car pull up outside and Eunjee got out. She was with a man he'd never seen before. 

"There she is, with pindick in tow," Dick said. They got up as Eunjee and Dave came to their table. Eunjee was happy to see Dick and he noticed her eyes twinkle when she was introduced to Tyson. Dave smiled weakly and shook hands but he looked like he didn't want to be within 100 miles of the place. 

Dick peppered Dave with questions so as to give Eunjee and Tyson room to talk. Eventually they broke off into two chatting pairs, with Dick regaling Dave with talk about motorcycles and race cars and Tyson and Eunjee talking about this or that. Dick heard snippets of the conversation as the evening wore on. Tyson was saying that he was a law student, that he came from a poor but earnest family, that he once played college basketball and the piano, and other lines of spectacular bullshit that almost make Dick burst out laughing. He stole glances to see how Eunjee was reacting. She was leaning forward and making steady eye contact. Dick knew she probably whiffed the bullshit, but either she tolerated it or didn't mind. 

When the evening ended they parted ways, with Eunjee looking happy and flushed and Dave looking sick. On the drive Dick kept repeating the outrageous lies that he heard Tyson tell Eunjee, and laughing so hard the car swerved. 

"I know what women like to hear," Tyson said. "The truth don't matter." 

"Yeah, well, we'll see," Dick said. "She's a smart cookie and probably saw through it all. But maybe she doesn't care. Give it a few days. We'll see." 

Dick purposely skipped speaking to Eunjee the following Monday night. She was gone the night after that, but the night after that Dick saw her at her computer in the lounge. She was alone. He strolled in. 

"There she is!" Dick said. "Say, Dave seems like a nice guy!' 

"Really?" Eunjee said. "I thought he was a dead fish all night." 

"Hmph, how would you know?" Dick said. "I don't think you looked at us all evening." 

Eunjee's jaw dropped in mock outrage. `What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Hey, Tyson is quite a guy, isn't he?" Dick said. "I'll bet you didn't know I had friends like that." 

Eunjee laughed. "I'm not surprised you have friends like that. He is a great guy," she said, emphasizing the word great, as if she'd made a curious and pleasant discovery.

"Yeah, well, he told me he had a great night too," Dick said. "Apparently Dave and I aren't the only guys impressed with you!" And he left it at that. They didn't talk about the dinner again until a couple nights later. Dick was cleaning the hallway when Eunjee stopped to speak to him. 

"Hey, girl's bathroom is in the other hall," Dick said. 

"I know," Eunjee said. "I just thought I'd come down to talk to you. How's it going?" 

Dick filled her in on the usual: motorcycle rides, bar hopping, practical jokes.  

"Well," she said, "talk to you later. I really had a nice time the other night .Tell Tyson I said hello if you see him." As she walked away, Dick had to turn around because of the huge smile spreading on his face. 

He waited a week. He never could have known it, but the tactic he chose was about the best one possible for Eunjee. He came into the lounge. "What're you doing on Friday? Dave coming down?" 

He saw Eunjee perk up. "Why?" 

"Well, Tyson and I were going to get together for a movie at my place. We were wondering if you wanna come over." 

"Oh," she said, deflating. "Well, Dave can't come down Friday." 

"Then come on over yourself!" Dick said. "We won't bite you." 

"I don't know," she said. "I have so much to do..." 

"It'll be fun!" Dick said, trying not to sound too eager. "You'll need the break." 

She smiled. "Well, okay," she said. "Do you want me to bring anything?" 

"Just yourself!" Dick said. 

"I'll be there!" She said, beaming. 

"Hey that'd be great," Dick said. A few minutes later he realized that he'd forgotten his cell phone in the back room of the lounge area. He went in through a back door and out in the lounge he could hear Eunjee talking she was on the phone. 

"Yeah... yeah... sorry," she was saying. "I'll be so busy on that all night on Friday, so why don't you just come on Saturday this week? I know... I know... Honey, I've got a paper to do, so it's better to just come on Saturday..." 

Dick left silently. He dialed his phone. Tyson picked it up. "Good to go on Friday," Dick said. Tyson grunted in agreement and they hung up. 

Dick lived in a house far out of town on a winding, narrow highway. Tyson showed up first, smelling like aftershave. "Damn," Dick said. "You smell so good I wanna suck your dick!" 

"You wish," Tyson said, and laughed. He was in a good mood, as was Dick. Sex was in the air. Eunjee arrived just as it was getting dark, her car tires crackling on the gravel, and when she came in her smile was as big as the grill of her Toyota. 

"Dick!" She said, giving him a hug. "Tyson!" Tyson went over and they hugged. 

"Great you could make it," Tyson said. She nodded. They held onto each other for the briefest of moments before parting platonically. 

Dick popped some popcorn, poured a couple sodas and they settled in to watch the show. Sleepless in Seattle. "You were going to watch Sleepless in Seattle?" Eunjee said. 

"No way," Tyson said. "But we changed our mind when we knew you were coming." 

"Awww," she cooed, and patted his hand. He was sitting next to her on Dick's old couch. "That's sweet." 

Halfway through the show Dick introduced alcohol. He'd bought a few bottles of wine, strong stuff. Eunjee at first was tentative, but one sip led to another, and then her whole glass was gone. Dick gave her a little more, and she finished it. After that he stopped. He wanted just enough to erase her inhibitions, not make her slobbering drunk. He got up to go to the bathroom and Tyson struck up conversation with her and soon they were laughing away, not paying any attention to the movie. Dick puttered around the room, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Occasionally Eunjee would look over at Dick. "Are we being too loud?" She'd say. 

"Hell no," Dick said, with a wave of his hand. "I'm just having a great time seeing you two have a great time." 

Eunjee's eyes twinkled and he thought he saw something mischievous there. Then she went back to talking to Tyson.  

The alcohol ran its course. They started making contact, at first with silly stuff, like thumb wrestling, and the weird contortions of their hands with the game led to Tyson's arms getting wrapped around her, and they got whiffs of each other's odors. He tickled her and she collapsed to the couch in a fit of giggles, pushing at his hands. Suddenly Tyson's hand was on her cheek in mid-laugh, and he pulled her to him. They kissed. 

"Hey!" Dick said. "Get a room!" 

"Oh my gosh," Eunjee said, pulling away, her hand to her lips. 

"That's okay!" Dick said, from his chair. "Nobody is going to tell Dave! What happens at the Chopper's house stays in the Chopper's house!" 

She laughed and looked around. Tyson put a hand on her shoulder, and she gave in again. This time they kissed longer. Her hand went up to his jaw. 

"Get a room," Dick said, more meaningfully. 

Tyson looked around. "Well?" He said to her. "I ain't gonna lie..." 

"Oh my gosh!" She said. 

Dick laughed. "Go ahead! I just washed my sheets! I don't care." 

Tyson stood up and took her hand. "Tyson," she said, staying put. She was looking at her ring. The Chopper's sixth sense kicked in. This was a woman in need of a particular kind of push.  

"Ain't nobody got a Johnson like the black mamba here," Dick said, his voice low, but loud enough to hear. She gasped in mock outrage, but her eyes were on fire. Tyson pulled her hand gently and she got to her feet. She looked at Dick. "Dick," she said. "I didn't mean to--I didn't come to--" 

"Of course you didn't," Dick said. "But things happen." 

Tyson led Eunjee into the bedroom. He closed the thin door behind him. There was a single bulb lamp burning on an old dresser next to a somewhat weathered looking single bed. The sheets were clean and tucked in nicely. Eunjee had just a moment to look at the surroundings - posters of women and motorcycles adorned the walls - before Tyson pulled her to him. He kissed like a pro, then advanced his lips down her neck. Her body caught fire and she stood on her tiptoes to accommodate him. 

"I don't usually do this," she lied. 

"Me neither," he mumbled into her ear, and she tsked. 

"You have women beating down your door," she said. 

"Wanna find out why?" Tyson said. She pulled away and looked at him. "Let me go to the bathroom," she said. She went to the attached bathroom and closed the door. Tyson quickly stripped his clothing and climbed into the bed, and covered himself. He heard rustling in the bathroom and a little water. A moment later the door opened and Eunjee strode out, with not a strip of clothing on her. 

"Damn," Tyson said. "What are your intentions, girl?" 

She smiled and walked over, and Tyson whistled softly at her body. "You ... oh my GOD," Tyson said. "Good gracious girl. You're burning me up!" 

Eunjee pulled back the covers of the bed. Her eyes went wide and she practically salivated. Tyson was laying on his side, and his big, shaved penis dangled there, sprawled out on the bed. Slowly she eased onto the mattress. "That thing is huge!" She said, watching it as if it were an animal. 

"It's 100 percent real," he said, and she laughed. He put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her close. His penis rested against her bare thigh, and her breathing quickened as it stiffened and lengthened, inching up to her hip. 

Meanwhile, Dick had entered the bathroom from another door. He was undressing and listening. He stood there before the mirror and rubbed his penis slowly as he listened to the proceedings. There was some nervous laughter, then some low talking, then some mumbles, smacking of lips. The creaking of bed springs, just slight. A high little moan from Eunjee. A low moan from Tyson. More creaks. A longer moan. Creaks. Then, beginning slowly, he began to hear a rhythm in the bed springs. 

`Right there," he heard Eunjee say, through the door. "Right there Tyson, right there... right there..." 

In the bed, Eunjee was guiding Tyson's swollen cock with her hand. He was naked on top of her, and she felt his penis twitching around between her thighs, which until now she had clamped shut. She was going crazy with lust and grabbed his cock with her fist.

"You want me to spread my legs?" She hissed.  

Here's what Dick heard: "Ohhh FUCK, YES!" There was a pause in the creaking and then it resumed anew, furiously. Tyson had thrust his aching schlong into her pussy, and he began to fuck her in full, powerful strokes. Tyson was a silent lover, but given Eunjee's raspy cries and the smack of the bed against the wall, Dick knew things had gotten carried away in his little single bed 

Slowly Dick opened the bathroom door. Through the crack he saw Eunjee and Tyson entwined on the bed. Her smooth legs were wrapped around his dark waist tightly, and the sheets were balled up in her fists. Tyson's hard ass flexed and released as he thrust his penis into her. Dick's jaw dropped as he saw Tyson's massive testicles swaying against her ass, and his thick, eel-like shaft plunging in and out of her pussy. She had indeed spread her legs for him and had no inhibitions about taking every inch of him.  

"Oh GOD, Tyson, YES, oh, GOD..." 

Tyson arched his back and just kept plowing into her. Her her perfect little breasts swayed right along in rhythm with his testes. Suddenly her hands shot up to his abdomen and clutched them. 

"Ow, OWW, OH, DON'T STOP, OWWWW, OHHHH GOOOODDDD..." 

"Can I come in your pussy?" Tyson said. "Oh, baby, let me COME!" 

"Do it! Fucking DO IT!" 

Dick's cock was hard as a rock. This was better than he dreamed. He saw Tyson's cock begin pulsing, and white semen sprayed out from their midsections, splattering on the sheets as he ejaculated. He pulled his cock out and it spewed long bursts of cum. Dick took the chance and entered the room, stark naked. Breathlessly, Tyson climbed off the mattress.  

Eunjee looked at him, dazed. Before she had a chance to react Dick immediately filled the gap between her knees and pressed her wrists to the mattress. 

"Dick!" Eunjee cried. "What are you---" 

"I'm going to put my baby-maker in you," Dick growled. "I'm gonna sink it long, hard, and deep. I gave you Tyson now you owe me something." 

She gasped. Dick thrust forward, his belly pressing hers, and he felt his cock slip into her wet heat. After Tyson's cock he was an easy fit. Dick looked down at Eunjee as he began thrusting. He was surprised to see her eyes closed. She let out a moan. He let go. 

"Don't let go!" She cried, slapping at him, scratching, raking his cheek. "Rape me, you sonofabitch!" 

Dick wrestled her arms back down and thrust deep into her pussy. Their bare bodies rubbed together and he lowered his mouth and bit her breast. She shrieked and fought to separate herself, twisting her body, but he held her firmly he ran a tongue up her sternum. He kept thrusting his Johnson into her twat and in a moment he felt an intense heat running up his cock. 

"Gonna put a baby in there, gonna plant it deep in that pussy..." he moaned. 

"ohhh GOD NO," she cried. 

"Oh YES," he moaned. 

"Please NO, Dick, I'll do ANYTHING if you STOP..." 

But then his cock erupted, splashing his seed deep inside her. He shuddered deeply with the release, and only then did she smile broadly, moaning in orgasm, finally fucking him back. "Oh Dick, oh Dick, oh Dick..." she moaned, pulling him down and kissing him over and over. "Thank you for helping me see.... I wanna have your baby... I wanna be your woman..." 

Dick couldn't believe it but he was coming all over again. 

