Fang-Hua (“fragrant flower”) and I met when I first came to China. She was a friend of a friend who offered to teach me Mandarin. I think we both knew by the second lesson that we were going to be lovers, because at the third lesson, we didn’t speak any Mandarin or English, only the language of touch. It happened so hard and fast that I was already thinking about marrying her and moving to China. But she kept some distance, and I learned that she was a teacher, and teachers can lose their jobs over sexual liaisons. Then I learned she had a daughter. Hua, my pet name for her, would only say that she was not married and had been very young when she had Ling (“bell”). To keep our relationship secret from prying eyes, we never said anything about it over the phone, in e-mails, or in texting. My phone texts were always the same, “I need some help pronouncing some new words. When can you come over?”
We had been seeing each other for about a month, always at my place. But that meant we couldn’t spend the night together because she had to go home to her daughter. She finally arranged a weekend where her daughter spent the night at a friend’s. It was so perfect and wonderful that she decided we should take the next step, that I should meet her daughter. Hua took us to a kind of expo park and we had a great time.
Ling is very nice and well behaved for a teenage girl. I was surprised to learn she is 18 years old. She looks younger, and acts less mature than the 18-year-old girls in America. But being in China, an only child, and in a fatherless family might have something to do with that. She was very quiet at first, but her English was much better than her mom’s, so she ended up doing most of the talking and all of the translating. By the end of the evening, she was all smiles, comfortable enough to hint about wanting a present. You should have seen her eyes twinkle when I bought her a big stuffed lion.
On the way home, Hua had a long talk with Ling. I could tell it was serious. When we got to their apartment, I learned why.
“We’d like you to stay the night,” Ling said.
I smiled at Hua, then nodded. Ling squealed with delight.
Hua made a simple traditional dinner. I told Ling she could ask me any questions she wanted. After an hour of questions about America, her mother stopped her, saying it was time for homework. Ling explained how she was just starting at a local college and really needed her mom to help her. They worked together at Ling’s desk in the corner. Seeing them together like that, they were more like sisters. I wondered if Hua ever thought about Ling leaving the nest.
While they did homework, I looked around the apartment. There wasn’t much to see. The apartment was tiny, like most apartments in China, a bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a multipurpose room. The bed was big, a double bed, which made me smile. It looked just as hard and flat as mine. The kitchen was barely big enough for one person, as was the bathroom. The toilet and shower were close together. Made it easier for me to clean the toilet. The layout was similar to my apartment, so I was used to the compact design. The multipurpose room had a couch, a table with three chairs, two of them being used at Ling’s desk. There were no closets, just two stand-alone cabinets, one in the bedroom, one in the multipurpose room. The balcony was overflowing with stuff, mostly broken things that should be thrown out.
Ling came over.
“Can you help?”
It was her English lesson. I sat with Ling while Hua cleaned the kitchen. I don’t know if it was being in the privacy of the apartment, or just the time getting to know her, but Ling scrunched her chair close to mine and leaned against me as I started to drill her on her words. She snuggled closer, pulled my arm up around her shoulder for me to hold her. I gave her a hug, almost a kiss on the top of the head, but sensed something and looked towards the kitchen door. There was Hua, watching. I smiled, nervous because I knew that my hug and wanting to give a kiss were not completely innocent. Ling was a good-looking, endearing Asian girl. I was getting more than a little thrill being so close to her. But instead of being pissed, Hua smiled back, nodded, reassuring me that it was all right. So I did kiss her head, looked back up at Hua, who smiled again, nodded, then went back into the kitchen.
Ling responded to my kiss by putting her hand on my leg. It surprised me, scared me, too, uncertain if she was being innocent. Unfortunately, my third leg took it as an invitation and was engorging on the attention. When the bend in my penis became painful, I squirmed in my seat, hoping to get some relief. Ling reacted to my leg movement by giving me a little squeeze. Now I had to do something, and right away. I excused myself to the bathroom where I reached inside my pants and adjusted my erection to a less painful position. I turned to open the bathroom door and there, looking in, were Ling and Hua!
My apartment was the same way. The bathroom door has a window that runs from top to bottom. I always thought it was strange. The glass in my bathroom was frosted, so that only a shadow was visible. I had often watched the outline of Hua’s figure, before we stopped closing the door. But Hua’s bathroom glass was clear, transparent. I could see them clearly. And they had been watching me.
I came out of the bathroom, put on an exaggerated look of hurt, shrugged my shoulders. What else could I do? Hua was chuckling, her hand over her mouth. She whispered something to her daughter. Ling’s eyes grew big as her face flushed bright red, then she ran to her corner desk, sitting with her back to us.
I shrugged, again, offering my apologies, knowing that Hua didn’t understand, but hoping that Ling would translate. Ling mumbled something without turning around. Hua looked worried, then smiled, came over and gave me a hug, a little kiss, that turned into a big kiss. We were still kissing as I adjusted myself again, this time less worried if anybody saw me. But I did turn us and barely opened my eyes in the direction of Ling, even as Hua’s tongue was doing that thing that got me so hot. Ling was watching. Not just watching, she was studying us. She was imitating her mother’s stance, moving her hands as if practicing on some imaginary boyfriend.
Meanwhile, Hua was turning up the heat, doing things that told me she wanted to make love. I watched as Ling lift her knee, moved it to the side, spread herself open, imitating her mother, who was now literally humping me. Hua began to moan into my mouth. She was really going to do this, right here, right now. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about Ling. My hand went down to her knee, lifted her leg, slid back her skirt to her panties, then slipped my hand inside. Hua moaned loudly. She was gone, lost in her own world. I peeked a look at Ling.
Apparently, it had become too much, and without any complaints or comments, she had seated herself at her desk to study. I’m always amazed how the Chinese can put themselves into their own private space, even when surrounded by others. Now I saw just how early this was mastered.
Hua was ready to fuck, and told me so, with our chosen “penetration” word.
“Now,” she whispered, chewing on my ear, sinking her tongue as deep as she could get it.
I pulled at her, hoping to get her into the bedroom to close the door, but she was already undoing my belt. Her hand reached in and grabbed my cock, pulled it free. She shifted her position, hopped up on to my hips, pressed her crotch over my cock, rubbing me with her panties. I glanced over at Ling. She still had her back to us. But she was rocking strangely now. Then I saw her exposed leg, spread wide and to the side, her dress up above her thigh. Her arm was curved in and down. She was masturbating!
My body gave an involuntary shudder. The idea of her masturbating while I was fucking her mom overwhelmed my sense of propriety. With a quick turn and large step, I swiveled us both into the bedroom. At the same time my fingers grabbed under the edge of her panties and yanked. I felt the material give way, causing Hua to moan loudly.
“Now!” she cried out.
I leaned us over the bed, letting her fall on her back. She bounced, her legs flopping open. I leaned back up, grabbed my cock, leaned forward, and plunged inside her. She groaned with the spasm, immediately starting to come. I pulled out, then crashed back in. She cried out, scratched at my back, wrapped my shirt into her fingers and pulled me down tight. She grabbed harder with each contraction, both my shirt, and by cock. I didn’t move as she bounced and jerked on the bed with her quick-onset orgasm.
Remembering Ling, I peered over my shoulder. She had turned to watch us. But her eyes were closed now, and both bare legs were spread, exposing her panty covered crotch. A hand was inside her underwear and I could see the slight flicker of finger movement underneath. Suddenly I felt my own orgasm coming, I jammed my cock in and out a couple times and then let out a loud groan as I ejaculated, then another, growling, snarling grunt.
Everything got very quiet. I opened my eyes, my head still turned towards Ling. Her eyes were wide open. I glanced down at her crotch. When she saw me staring, she quickly pulled her hand out and turned away. Hua had become strangely still, too. I looked at her with a question on my face. Had I done something wrong? Of course I had. She tried to smile, not a very reassuring smile, nodded towards Ling, and moved to get up. She made a stop in the bathroom, then went over to sit by Ling, her arm around her daughter, consoling her. I sheepishly closed the bedroom door, to give them some privacy. And I needed some time to understand what had just happened.
I don’t know much about Chinese culture, nothing about Chinese family life or what goes on behind the doors of a Chinese home. I had heard all kinds of rumors, but nothing I thought I could believe. I had seen how whole extended families live in tiny homes in rural China. I had never seen more than one bed, and I’m sure the whole family got sex education on a regular basis. But did mothers really sleep with sons to prepare them for college, like I’d read about Japan? And did girls get pregnant at such early ages because a father, uncle, or grandfather had gotten friendly? Did children sleep in the same bed as their parents until age 35, when they moved in to a home of their own? If you got married before you had a home, were your parents there every time you made love? Did parents have certain visitation rights to compensate for housing sons- and daughters-in-laws?
All this was pouring through my brain when Hua came into the bedroom with Ling. I had to quickly do up my belt since they gave no warning, coming in without a knock, a custom I was still not accustomed to when Hua visited me in my own bathroom. Neither of them seemed to care or be concerned that I was undressed. I smiled, why should they care, Hua knows me inside out, and Ling just watched me fuck her mother.
Hua spoke first, giving Ling time to carefully translate. I could tell this was really important, so I cleared my head of everything that had just happened, and listened. It took about an hour, some very tricky translating, carefully confirmed with asking me if I understood and if this was okay with me. By the end, I was just nodding.
“Yes, I understand that it is impolite to stare at Ling when she is masturbating, and, yes, it is okay with me for Ling to watch us make love.”
I didn’t understand why it was impolite for me to watch Ling masturbate but not impolite for her to watch us make love, but I wasn’t going to try to understand right now. I just wanted everybody to calm down and move past this very confusing episode. That’s what I wanted to do, and based on the body language of Hua and Ling, it’s what they wanted, too. We was agreed that ‘okay’ would be our ‘tell’ signal. If Hua or Ling were worried that I was uncomfortable, they would ask, ‘Okay?’ And if I answered, ‘Okay,’ then everything would continue smoothly. Similarly, if I was uncomfortable, or thought Hua or Ling was uncomfortable, I could be the one to ask.
As an aside, looking back, I now know that their discomfort was only because of my discomfort. Nothing I had done had bothered Ling or Hua. It was the look on my face, which showed my confusion and discomfort, and their concern for me, that had disrupted everything.
By the time we were settled, and smiles were back on all faces, it was late. Hua told Ling to get ready for bed. She whined and moaned, until Hua looked over at me. Ling stopped short, bowed, and headed for the bathroom. She didn’t close the door, and I was hard pressed to keep my eyes on Hua. I caught glimpses of an arm, a leg. At the sound of pee in the toilet, I turned. Although I couldn’t see the toilet, Ling was leaning forward, peeking out the door at me, a head over a bundle of hands, knees, ankles and feet. She was smiling, and I wasn’t.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said, which brought back her smile, and mine.
Before I looked away, she stood. My curiosity and surprise kept me staring at her youthful body.
“Okay?” she asked, but I think she knew it was a harder question for me.
“Okay,” I said.
I looked over at Hua for guidance. Her face flashed with a question. She didn’t understand what I was worried about.
“Up,” she said.
When I didn’t stand up, she commanded.
I stood, having to shift my penis to keep it from tenting. Hua put her hand over her mouth and giggled, a sign of nervous tension. I was worried that I had done something wrong, but she quickly came to my aid. She said something to Ling, waved her into the bathroom. The shower started.
“Come,” Hua commanded, taking my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom.
Just outside the bathroom door, Hua stripped down, stepped into the bathroom and carefully hung her clothes on a hook.
“Fang-Hua,” she said, tapping the hook, pulling me into the bathroom.
I was now less than five feet away from Ling taking her shower and Hua naked as a jay bird.
“Ling,” Hua continued, tapping the hook holding Ling’s clothes. “Tombee,” she said, tapping the biggest hook on the end. “Tombee,” she said, again.
Tombee was my pet name with her. Tom was a strange name in Chinese, ending with a difficult consonant sound. We had tried several other names, but I hit on adding my middle initial.
Hua tugged at my clothes and tapped on the hook a third time. She wanted me to get undressed. The surprise on my face precipitated her question.
When I didn’t answer right away, Ling turned, bubbles drifting down her smooth, young body in such a way that it was impossible for me not to stare.
“Okay?” Ling said, too.
“Okay,” I said, stripping off my clothes, suddenly finding them a heavy burden.
We all squeezed under that little shower head, too small for even one person in America.
It was fun. The water was a little chilly for my tastes, but I was glad to have the help from getting an erection. Hua started washing me with soap. She turned me to wash my back. The soap and her fingers were soothing. She did a thorough job, going down and washing my butt cheeks, then slid her soapy hand up between to wash my asshole.
“Hey!” I said, jumping a little and turning to grab her.
But instead, I found it was Ling who was washing me.
“Okay?” she asked. I looked over at Hua.
“I teach,” she said.
“Okay,” I said, turning my back, letting those tiny hands scrub me, even my asshole. When she poked a finger inside, I glanced over at Hua.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I nodded, and widened my stance to give Ling easier access.
I tried to wash Hua, but she steered my efforts to her daughter.
“I teach,” she said, again.
And my fingers slid over Ling’s back, giving her a soothing massage, which I continued on her front, her breasts.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she whispered, a little lost in the sensation, I think.
I glanced over at Hua, who was drying off.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said, giving me a “thumbs up.”
I worked my way down to Ling’s crotch, turned to ask Hua if it was okay for me to wash Ling’s privates, but Hua had left. I looked at Ling. Her eyes were closed, the water streaming over her face.
“Okay?” I asked, as my hands soaped up and headed for her crotch.
She nodded, opened her stance, and I was washing her labia. I took my time, giving a nice massage. I started with her fine hair, then slipped down to her thin labia lips. I came back up to the bump that was her clitoris. I circled, washing with only one finger. I looked up. Ling was looking at me. It didn’t look like she was mad, just surprised?
“Okay?” I whispered.
I didn’t stop while I waited for an answer, kept going. She took several seconds.
“Okay,” she whispered back.
I could hear her trying to control her voice as the sexual tension mounted. She was getting off on my washing. So was I. Cold water or not, I was getting an erection. Her hand reached over and grabbed my cock. We stared at each other, into each others eyes. I kept massaging, and she began moving her hand up and down my shaft. Then her grasp tightened. Her whole body tensed. Her clitoris disappeared, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I stopped direct contact, but kept washing lightly up and down her crotch, massaging her labia, the way her mother liked. Ling’s eyes rolled shut and I felt more contractions tickle my palm. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I thought. Just to test something else, I reached my other hand around, over her butt, down between her cheeks, and rubbed her asshole. Her mouth dropped open and her body teetered. My finger found her anus and I popped it in. Her body shook. She reached out, grabbed my arm for support, which jerked my hand between her crotch. She cried out with the intensity of it all.
I turned. Hua was at the bathroom door. Embarrassed, I was going to joke with her by asking, ‘Okay?’ but Hua beat me to it.
“Okay?” she said.
But she wasn’t asking me.
“Okay,” Ling whispered, still obviously floating in her intense orgasm.
“Okay?” Hua asked, this time directed at me.
“Okay,” I said, nodding a couple times with a smile of relief.
“Okay,” Hua said, and disappeared.
I was starting to feel really comfortable with this family.
Ling was coming around, standing straighter, taking a deep breath. I met her eyes, sinking deep. I was going to kiss her when the water grew cooler. We both knew we had only a few seconds before it would be icy. Ling shut off the shower. I handed her a towel. She smiled, turned me around and started drying my back. I tried to turn, to protest that I was being treated too much like a king, but she pushed me back. Hua was at the door again, eating an Asian pear.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said.
Ling rubbed vigorously, then began to pound.
“I teach,” Hua said, pointing from Ling to me.
Hua took over pounding, much harder, then let Ling pound, harder now, too. The light bulb went on for me. Hua was teaching Ling how to treat a husband! In the absence of a father, Hua wanted to use me as an example of how to treat her man.
“Okay,” I said, to no one in particular.
Ling was going to let me dry her off, but Hua came in and hurried her along. Hua handed me a light robe to wear. Ling gave her mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Hua pushed Ling towards me. Ling hesitated, then gave me a nice wet kiss on the lips, giggled, and ran into the bedroom, our bedroom. She crawled into bed, our bed. I looked at Hua.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said.
I once lived with a woman who thought it was important for her children to see us making love. “Sharing the love,” she called it. But I never got used to having the kids crawl up on to my back to ride me while I was pumping into her. And when her daughter lay on her back beside Mommy one Saturday morning, naked, opened her legs wide, looked at me, and said, ‘just like Mommy’, I drew the line.
But now, in this different world, a culture of closeness, of sharing a family bed, I decided to go with the flow. Besides, Ling wasn’t underage, and her mother, the woman I loved, was encouraging us.
When Hua and I got into bed, I was feeling my blue balls, ever since the shower. I didn’t wait long before reaching my hand down between Hua’s legs. She seemed tired, but did not discourage me. Ling was asleep, and I was okay even if she woke up during the commotion. Hua was not responding to my gentle encouragement, so I switched to a more aggressive, self-satisfying strategy. I decided it would be fun to go around the world. Hua liked when I was aggressive, and I doubt Ling had ever seen anything quite like it. I tugged at a sleepy Hua to get her to move into the first position. She gave no indication of refusal, but neither did she seem that interested. The first couple positions were nothing particularly out of the ordinary. I think Hua was falling asleep. As I moved to fuck her perpendicularly, my feet brushed against another body, reminding me that we were not alone.
Hua usually has four or five orgasms by the time I get ‘around the world.’ Her first usually comes when I am in this perpendicular position. She’s not the only woman that has told me that thrusting my cock into the walls of her vagina is far more stimulating than straight fucking. But try as I might, Hua didn’t respond. She was asleep. I was about to stop when a hand slid onto my calf. It was Ling. Was she awake? Or did my brushing her just cause her to move in her sleep. I decided to keep up the perpendicular fuck, now that my movements was causing a tiny, warm hand to slide over the hairs on my calf.
Hua started to respond to the prolonged prodding. She moaned, and the little hand on my leg squeezed. My focus shifted from Hua to Ling. I fucked Hua, encouraged by the squeezes I was getting from Ling. When Hua ground out a groan with her orgasm, fingernails bit into my calf muscles. I heard another moan, much quieter, and from behind me. I stopped, stayed as still as I could, felt the final pulsing of Hua’s vaginal walls, but also felt the rhythmic jiggle of Ling. She was masturbating. Her fingernails pierced again. I heard her moan, moan again, quieter, then she slowly released her grasp of my leg.
I slid off Hua, cuddled with her. She was already snoring. I turned, keeping my back to her back. She murmured, then was snoring again. I rolled away, waited to make sure Hua was still asleep, then rolled towards Ling again. I stretched. My leg bumped into Ling’s. I pulled back, uncertain what her reaction would be. She gave a little mewing sound, then wiggled her way to tuck herself against me. I lifted my knees behind hers we settled into a spoon position. I put my hand up on her hip. She reached for it, pulled it down, pressed my hand into her breast. I nuzzled her with my chin.
“Okay?” I whispered.
“Okay,” she answered.
I started to move my fingers, rolling them in a wave over her breast. She moved her own hand away, up over her head, giving me more room. I lifted my hand, let my fingertips paint at her breast, barely touching, over the bump in her night shirt that was her nipple. I scraped at the bump as it grew hard as rock. Her knees gave a shiver. I slid my hand down, down, her body. She started to shiver all over. I reached the edge of the night shirt, slipped underneath. I was below her crotch, and passed it on the way up. She wasn’t ready, yet. My fingertips floated up, to her breasts, and the circles of goose-pimply skin, surrounding the tip of the mountain like a moat. I climbed the mountain, scaled it’s final ascent with the tip of one sole fingernail, right to the highest peak. She mewed again, her desire sounding painful. Her hips twisted as she arched her back, pressed her butt into me. Was she searching for my swollen cock? Whether on purpose or not, she found it, and pressed and pushed until she was cradling it, like a hot dog in a bun.
My hand slid down to her crotch. I played with the fine hair, twirling it, tugging at it, until she shifted, rolled more on to her back, stretched a bent knee up where her butt had been, rubbing at my hard cock, opening herself wide to my fingers. Her young, musty odor wafted up to my nostrils.
I slid my hand down, cupped the warm, moist panties, wanting to touch the place I had so recently washed.
“Take off your panties,” I whispered lifting my mouth to her ear, making sure my lips were close enough to tickle when I spoke.
She didn’t understand, so I demonstrated by tugging at her elastic strap.
“Mmm,” she said, then reached down and slid them off with the ease and grace of her supple body.
“Give me,” I said quickly, as she made to toss them on to the floor.
She swung her arm back, dropped them on me. I draped them over my face, moved the wet center over my nose, and sank a finger inside her soaking pussy.
“Mmm, you smell so sexy,” I said, letting her elixir intoxicate and excite me.
I rubbed and prodded inside her, feeling her desire growing as I tested to see if she had a maidenhead. I didn’t feel any obstruction. I pulled out my finger, added a second, and pushed inside her. How slippery she was, unlike the older women I was with so often these days, unlike her mother. I sank my fingers into her as far as I could go. Her whole body shook. She was ready, about to explode.
I pulled out my fingers, moved a leg over hers, pushed her other leg wider open, and rolled on top of her. I thought about putting her legs over my shoulders, Asian style, but then remembered something even more powerful, something I had forgotten, hadn’t even done with her mother. That was good. It made this be a real first time for her. I wondered if she would share the details with her mother.
My robe was loose, untied, and it opened as I lay down on top of her. My erection came to rest over her vaginal opening. She was shaking. It had been a long time since I made love to a virgin. Was she a virgin? She seemed scared, anxious. If she wasn’t a virgin, lovemaking was still a rare novelty for her. I let more of my weight press the length of my cock into her now-fluffy, swollen lips. I looked at her. She looked at me.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said, she said with a tiny nod.
I pulled back, tilted my hips up, my cock down, reached between us, guided my cock head, sliding it a couple times up and down her pussy lips to get it wet, then pushed down, along her slit, until the tip of my cock found her opening. I rocked carefully forward. She was tight. It had been a long time since I fucked a woman who had not born any children. But she was oozing gobs of lubricant, so I pushed inside. I watched her face, saw how my thick cock was uncomfortable for her.
“Okay?” I whispered, sinking deeper.
“Okay,” she said, but without the usual smile.
I was still a ways from sinking my full length inside her when I bumped into the top of her vagina. She winced.
“Okay?” I asked.
She shook her head, no. I pulled back just a bit, then stopped, inside her with a little more than half my length.
She didn’t answer right away, then nodded.
I reached between us, again, dipped my finger into the oozing lubricant at the base of her lips, then moved up to her clitoris.
I drew little circles around her clitoris, just like I had in the shower. It took a little while, lots of patience, and an acrobatic balancing on one arm, but I felt her start to relax. The first place I felt her ease up was inside her vagina. There was more room, less tightness. Then her thighs relaxed. Then her whole body. I kept up the same motion, making slightly bigger circles, spiraling in to twirl her clitoris, then back out. Her breathing quickened and her eyelids flickered. I smiled.
This time she grinned.
It didn’t take long from there to build her up, to sense that she was very close.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered when I took my finger away and put my thumb over her clitoris.
I pulled my cock out, almost all the way. She took a deep breath as she felt her vagina drain empty. She looked at me with surprise, that painful desire again. I smiled. I would never leave you like this, I tried to say with my eyes. I pushed my cock very slowly back inside her. At the same time I began to press my thumb into the base of her clitoris. Her mouth opened, like a fish. Her eyes lost their focus and stared off into the distance. She was going to come very soon. I stopped when I was only halfway inside, avoiding her cervix. I lifted my thumb up off her clitoris. Her eyes widened, focused on me for a second, then faded as the blood flowed back into the oxygen starved gland. Her hips gave a couple involuntary twitches, while her eyes blinked from the flashes that were turning her clitoris into a sparkler. I jerked quickly out of her. She gasped, arched. She stared at me in disbelief. I re-entered her as slowly as I could, but pressed harder with my thumb, until I was pressing as hard as I could, knowing I was successful because she didn’t feel anything, and wouldn’t until I let the blood come rushing back. I watched her pupils closely as I lifted my thumb.
One woman described it for me as her clitoris ‘waking up’, the same way her foot ‘woke up’ after sitting on it for too long. She said it was like pins and needles inside her clitoris. Another woman said it was like her clitoris was on fire, like a sparkler: intense heat and electrified explosions. Both described it as ‘overwhelming.’ Perhaps it was a bit over-the-top for a first time love-making experience with young Ling, but I wanted to give her something more than she got from masturbating, something she would remember. I was not disappointed.
Ling’s eyes lost their focus, glazed over, the pupils dilating. Her hips jerked, then her whole body. The powerful squeezing of her contraction around my cock told me this was a big one. She opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out, then little squeaks, high-pitched, like a mouse. Another contraction strangled my cock. I was nowhere near an orgasm, so I just enjoyed being inside her and experiencing her pleasure.
Suddenly her hips were pumping against me, bumping her clitoris into me, and I realized I was completely inside her. Her contractions had stretched her vagina, and she was banging at the base of my cock. I needed no further encouragement, and began crashing into her. She was gasping for breath, cried out, cried out again, then collapsed. I couldn’t stop, kept banging into her limp body, until I cried out, too, with the relief of long overdue pleasure.
I fell beside her, looked over, watched just to make sure she was breathing. It was only the second time I had been with a woman who had passed out from the strength of her orgasm. I was feeling weak and shaky myself, just wanted to close my eyes and float in the peaceful tranquility of my own orgasm. I forced my eyes open. Had to stay awake, at least until she came to.
Hua rolled next to me, reached her hand across me and took up Ling’s. She gave it a good shake. Ling stirred, looked over at her mom and me, smiled, then closed her eyes again.
Hua leaned over my ear and whispered.
“Bú cuò,” she said.
It means “not bad” in Chinese, words she used when I gave her a particularly good orgasm. She searched my crotch, gently took up my wet, slippery, flaccid, useless penis. She gave a couple gentle pulses, but getting no response, she kissed my ear.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I murmured, already on my way to a good night’s sleep.