Li was straddling me in our favorite, big chair and had wriggled her tight little twat down onto my hard, aching member. Her pussy was certainly the tightest I had ever known. She rose and fell on my cock, over and over and I was reminded of why I was falling in love with that little China-doll. I was convinced that Li was the finest lover I had ever had.
I was falling for her as hard as it appeared Katie was falling for Adam. I heard Katie squeal and leaned to my right to look around Li to see those two in the bed. Li moved with me, and kissed me. Each time I tried to look at the bed she blocked my view. "Hey, remember me?" she said."
I finally realized how rude that was and, said, "I'm sorry, Baby." She kissed me hard and squeezed my member with the muscles of her pussy, then ground my cock beneath her. I was falling in love...again. It seemed that, in those days, I fell in love with every girl that gave me great sex. I didn't fall in love with every girl that gave me good sex, only those that gave me great sex.
First and foremost was my dear, sweet, sister, Leslie, who I still, to this day, love more than any other creature on this planet. She taught me the fundamentals of love and sex. Then there's Annie, of course, who further refined my education in the finer arts of carnal knowledge. Then there's my protege, Katie. I tried to teach her all the things that Leslie and Annie had taught me. Katie taught me a thing or two, along the well, as well.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention my precious little Nikki at this point. I will not go into detail, right now. I will only explain that she was Katie's younger sister, who stole my heart away when we were both quite young. I can't tell you here and now, how it all began with Nikki and me, but she figures into the grand scheme of all this, and I will introduce her into this story later.
It may appear that every girl I ever loved was related to me. That's not the case at all. Those are just the ones I've loved most deeply, and those are the relationships that have lasted. The others have come and they have gone.
That's how it was in those days. It was the time of the revolution, the sexual revolution. It wasn't only about sex, though. Our hearts and minds were caught up in that shit too It got messy at times We fell in love along the way. Sometimes for a minute, or maybe a month, or a year; perhaps, even a lifetime.
I refuse to quantify any of those relationships based on their brevity or longevity. Some of which passed through my life like a shooting star, or burst into my heart like a super-nova, and faded in an instant, into that black hole we know of as the past. Others still smolder in my soul, sending up the occasional wisp of emotion that stings and clouds my eye, bringing forth a tear that I could never explain.
We loved, we lost, we cast our dreams like nets. Hearts were broken. Most of us trudged on, while others were trampled underfoot and left behind. There are always casualties in a revolution.
Li had gathered my undivided attention by that point and was bouncing faster on my cock, letting out a tiny grunt at the bottom of each bounce, the cheeks of her cute little butt slapping against my sweaty thighs. My balls ached and wanted to explode. I was just about to erupt in to Li's wet, tight little twat, when she sensed it and stopped. It was amazing to me, the way that she could do that. We held motionless, with my cock buried deep in my sweet, new little lover. My heart raced and every muscle in my body was tensed, trying to hold back that geyser. Then a most wondrous sound caught my ear. It was a faint, high pitched, hum.
It sounded as if there was a mosquito hovering just out side my ear. But it was Li, humming a single, steady note. I tuned my mind into that note and relaxed. My heart beats slowed, my breathing calmed down and felt awash with an overwhelming inner peace. It was so fucking Zen. I lost track of time and space. I had no idea where I was. It was sexual nirvana. The humming slowly faded and I opened my eyes to see Li opening hers. She smiled at me. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. She was even more beautiful than she had been before, if that was even possible.
I thought I could read her mind. She seemed to say to me, without words, "Take me to bed and make love to me." I rose from the chair with Li pressed tight to me. She wrapped legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I my wrapped my arms around her and walked to the bed. I lowered the two of us gently on that big feather bed. Paying no attention to the other pair of lovers there. No one else existed in the universe at that moment.
As I lowered my weight I felt my rock-hard cock drive even deeper into her. She let out a long, low moan. I lifted myself up a bit, so as not to crush my little lotus blossom and slowly pulled my dick almost out of her, and then, just as slowly thrust it deep inside of her again, and again, and again. With each long, slow thrust she moaned.
Gradually the pace of my thrusts increased until I felt myself nearing the point of no return, but I stopped and held perfectly still. I thought I heard that tiny hum and was instantly calmed. I look down at Li and she smiled at me. She was proud of me and that meant the world to me.
I had always prided myself in my ability to postpone the inevitable. I'd had excellent teachers. I worked hard at bringing my lovers to orgasm. Most guys didn't even consider that, in those days. It was 'The customer always comes first,' with me. I would struggle to hold out, by pacing myself, distracting myself with mind games and such, until my partner got off, then I would allow my self to release. I had a number of mutual orgasms. I don't have to tell you how special that was to the women in my life.
On occasion, I could bring a girl to climax two or three times before I had to let go. Those were rare times and as memorable to me as they me to my partners. For a girl to reach multiple orgasms was unheard of in those days. Not many girls were capable of that.
In the days of my sexual peak, I might get off twice or three times in a night, spaced out over several hours. Those were rare and incredible nights.
It was different with Li. She was a tough customer. It took a long time to get Li off. She would usually get off once a night, if at all, and it would be incredible.
She would literally fuck me all night long. She was in control. She would bring me to the boiling point, then suddenly shut off the heat and let me simmer down, time and time again, before finally letting my pressure cooker blow, resulting in some of the most explosive orgasms of my life. That night I was learning that sexual Zen thing of hers, and I had some control. We both loved that. And she was proud of me. She slowly unwound herself from me. I pealed my sweaty chest from her glistening, heaving little breasts and we were refreshed by a gentle breeze that wafted across us.
As I gathered my senses, I became aware of the other lovers sharing our bed. As we had fallen on the bed, in slow motion, we landed with our heads toward the foot of the bed, while the other couple lay the other way. Their legs had been just a foot away from us all along. We hadn't noticed. They were lying perfectly still beside us. I could hear them breathing, softly, in unison.
