Bú cuò, not bad!

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.

"Okay?"

She didn't answer right away, then nodded.

"Okay."

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.

"Okay?"

This time she grinned.

"Okay."

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.