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.