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.