Chapter 225: Friends and Family

From the amount of orgasm energy that she is building already, she is about to cum from just this little bit of movement. Can she handle sex with me?

When the girl came the first time, she believed it was one of the best she had ever gotten in her life. It only lasted a second and was a mere twitch of her vaginal muscles.

That wasn’t an orgasm, that is a muscle spasm

I waited for her to have a second cum to confirm what I already expected. Her next orgasm, and the one after that, didn’t even touch her orgasm energy. They were all in her head. That isn’t to say that her vagina wasn’t sending waves of pleasure signals to her brain, but it was stopping herself from getting a real orgasm by believing the spasms were a climax.

She confirmed it to me herself when she said, “Wow! I have already had three, and you didn’t even shoot in me yet. That is the longest I had done it so far with a guy.”

I am going to show you a real orgasm, not the little flutters you are having.

With me still rock hard inside her, she didn’t complain when I pulled out, got a pillow under her non-existent butt, and slotted up my dick to slide it back home. She moaned out as I sank into her, and her pussy twitched around my dick. Her body still hadn’t used any orgasm energy. As I changed my dick’s angle, I was surprised to see that nearly anywhere inside the first quarter of her vagina sent her brain strong pleasure signals. Once I hit her g-spot, I noticed that the color of energy sent to her head was a different color and hue than that of her vagina. Thumbing her clit was yet another different color.

“Rub your clit while I use my dick to show you a real orgasm,” I told her confidently.

Her fingers were flying over her clit as I started to fuck her with long, full stroke as fast as her vagina would let me go. When she suddenly stopped rubbing her clit, I saw that she wasn’t even close to an orgasm. I told her to keep going until I told her to stop. She gave me a look of lust, or obedience, as she went back to polishing the man in the boat’s shiny bald pink head. No matter how many times I felt the little flutters, I knew she was making them happen in her mind. I was wetly pounding her tight pussy when she finally triggered her first real orgasm from rubbing her clit. Her pussy gripped my dick tightly as she came hard for over ten seconds. While she didn’t go limp, she was enjoying the post-orgasmic glow. That clouded her mind enough to allow the signals from her vagina to cause her to climax for real, followed by her g-spot as soon the vaginal stimulation waned. I kept bringing her to climax after climax until I felt that we had a lot of company.

Looking over, I saw two of the girls from the bath last night who were friends that slept over. Each was naked, pinching a nipple and rubbing their clits. The girl I was fucking and one of the voyeurs were fertile. I wasn’t shooting any sperm into any of them anyway, but I did want to make sure it appeared that I had concerns about them maybe getting pregnant. I wouldn’t cum inside them.

When the girl I was fucking came burned up all her orgasm energy, I pulled out and got her over on the edge of the bed beside the wall.

I went to the other fertile girl, guided her to the bed, lined up my dick, and then used very light pressure against her vagina, and then hymen, until there was no longer any resistance to sliding six inches of my dick inside her. She was the opposite of the girl I had woken up inside. Right off, she started to cum hard as she burned through her orgasm energy. Her body tried to keep up by converting good energy into what she burned through each time she came, but couldn’t quite keep up. She was a limp, wet, naked noodle when I slid her over next to the first girl.

The third girl climbed up in my lap, got her pussy over my dick, and then slotted it against her virgin vagina. As we tongue kissed and ran our hands over each other, she slowly relaxed her vagina so that my dick started sling inside a bit. When it hit her cherry, she froze up for a minute. Some hot kissing, and my rubbing her butt, relaxed her again. To open herself up, she lifted a bit and then used her strong legs to pull her pussy down against my dick. Her juices quickly coated my dick, so it slid five inches into her before the way she was sitting on my lap stopped us. That was as much as she could handle right now, so I didn’t make any adjustments to get in any deeper.

Two inches of my dick is all I needed to rub for me to cum, and she only needs an inch.

There is some truth to the jokes about Asian men having small dicks.

The two inches I worked in her tight cock massager more than took care of stimulating her vagina and g-spot to get her to cum. If she had a few extra pounds of muscle on her thighs, she might need three inches of dick to do the trick.

She got her first big cum a minute after she started riding me. Her body was in such good shape that she was replenishing her orgasm energy almost as soon as she finished climaxing. Once she tired her legs out, we tried a few different positions. She liked doing it doggy style with her butt up on the air and head down on the bed. I noticed that we were alone for a while before some visitors peeked in on us. I know I saw Hinata watching very closely as she masturbated where I could watch her. From time to time, I caught glimpses or girls ten and older watching briefly, all the mothers, one of the fathers, and three of the boys. The boys were there jacking off right next to two girls with their pants and panties around one foot with the other up on something to give them the access they needed to play with themselves. The boys and girls would look over to check out what each other was doing before they turned back to the action in front of them. I ignored the moans and grunts as the various voyeurs reached their climaxes.

As I got close to getting my cum, I noticed we soon had a much bigger audience who was trying to keep out of sight, badly.

Can’t they give the two of us some privacy to screw? Well, they are going to get what they deserve, whether they want it to happen or not!

I pulled in each’s unique colors of orgasm energy into me. I felt my body trying to jam all nine inches into the girl, even though six was her limit when I started to cum. I triggered the orgasms of everyone watching, or in the room oblivious to anything but their pending orgasm.

As the girl and I enjoyed the afterglow, I kept the peepers getting off. When the girl and I went to clean up, the boy and girls in the room were naked from the waist down as they rubbed themselves and moaned during their one big, long climax.

When passing the group of climaxing kids, I said something about Karma and stopped their orgasms right at the point they were going to crest the pleasure peak again but wouldn’t get the little bit more they needed to get over the edge. I dressed in the clothes Hinata had for me to wear to the forge.

It is a lot more entertaining to watch that many boys and girls inches apart trying to cum and not being able to do so.

Not one of the boys or girls were screwing each other. They couldn’t stop trying to get off long enough to try to see if fucking would do the trick. As I left the house with Hinata, I removed the block in their brains that were keeping them from getting off.

“Tonight, boys and girls will not shower together or seek to modify their segregated sleeping arrangements,” Hinata said very softly.

Over the link between us, she explained it came from the embarrassment at seeing the others masturbating and climaxing right there in from of the others. I this area of Japan, sex seeing the other masturbating was on some level the same as incest. Watching me having sex with one of their friends isn’t that way. Still, their peeping on us was dishonorable. Their mothers and fathers would be having some very unpleasant conversations later today.

She got herself off three times watching me fuck her friend, and still, she is hornier than she was last night when she had to slip out of bed.

Before we got to the forge, there was a small storage area that had wood, coal, and other things used in the forge. It had doors that locked from inside, so I guided Hinata there. In a flash, she was naked with my mouth between her legs and finger in her pussy. I worked fast as I brought her off as many times as she could stand. I got her dressed again and then pushed my hard dick against her pussy between our clothes.

“Just because your heart isn’t yet ready for what your body and mind want, it doesn’t mean you have to go without having me take care of your physical lust in ways other than how you want,” I told her and then kissed her.

She was all smiles when we walked into the forge. As her grandfather had wished, no others were in the forge except for the three of us. First off, he had me see if I could use the place in my head to check the alignment of the metal in the layers of folded metal. It was easy once I thought about how I wanted to have the place in my head let me see it. I was able to look at each of the thousands of layers of forge-welded metal in a few seconds. He was pleased when I told him that the folded pieces of metal, done by a young apprentice, had the “grain” of the metal all going in the same direction.

He looked at me and said, “Youthful exuberance causes the apprentice to hurry through his task to progress without applying that learning.”

For experimentation, he asked me to see if I could change the grains in the metal to alternate as they appeared in a sword he folded when instructing the apprentices. I closed my eyes to think of how I could do that. My first try was to heat every other layer to white-hot and then pull through the metal in the new direction. It changed the metal as desired but loosened the forge welded bonds. I ran through all sorts of ways to try to make the metal grain alternate between layers before I had to take a break to walk around the shop to see if I could figure it out.

About an hour later, while randomly folding pieces of scrap metals, I realized I was thinking about it too granularly. My first attempt at heating the alternating layers to align them was partially correct. What I hadn’t thought of at that time was to pull the heat energy out where I wasn’t changing the grain of the metal. It worked so well that I was soon able to do that through the layers to cause the metal to line up in rows in every other layer. I finally pulled the energy out of the metal to force it to cool as if I quenched it, cooling the metal to the touch in seconds. Once I felt that I had done as asked, I had the master check the metal to see if I had aligned it properly without weakening the folded metal.

While he did his verification, I went to test an idea of my own.

Throughout the forge, I found sword-length pieces of the two hardest type of steel they used here to make other layers for the swords. Some folded both metals together in alternating layers, and others were just a single hard layer of one specific hardness. Using a long trough in one of the worktables, I laid out the pieces of folded metal first. I heated these until they were hot enough to stretch under the weight of the various metals. I repeated this with scrapes I had found, so they ended up in the same layers of properly folded layers of steel used in swords like Katanas. I kept alternating the two metals until I filled the trough to the top.

I took that layered slab of metal over to what looked like one the big metal tables confectioners use to spread out various types of fudge or to cool taffy to work it into a big block.

Using the place in my head, I heated the layers in a way that let them expand outward to the raised lip of the table without losing the separation of layers as it spread out. It yielded a sheet three times longer and six wider than the width of a folded sword. The way I did it had each layer the exact thickness as every other layer. When I couldn’t find what I wanted, I flattened out some cast iron to form a large spatula. On the way back to the I picked up a large bucket of the special mud and straw ash mixture. My new tool helped me spread it evenly over the big sheet, and then I heated the metal underneath until white-hot before then folding it in half. I alternated applying mud before folding the sheet horizontally or vertically. I made it the temperature the master swordsmith told me yesterday and then pulled all the heat energy out of the metal to cool it quickly. By the time Hinata stopped me for lunch, clay had removed most of the impurities and reduced the total amount of metal in my block by a quarter.

After lunch, I used a knife to cleanly cut through the folded metal experiment into two sections for the master to examine. The quality of the metal and folding pleased him. And he asked me to repeat the process using two of their hardest metals. I folded the layers, but he didn’t require clay between each step. When I had thousands of folded layers in the sheet, he cut off a small piece to inspect. He had me compare the one where I used clay and the one folded without using it.

“Search out what makes the traditionally folded layers differ from the ones you have just created. Remove any of those differences, if you can,” the swordmaster told me.

I thought it over, and it hit me that if I heated the alternating layers, as I did earlier, I could straighten the direction of the metal inside that layer by pulling out anything which differed from the sheet made using clay. When done, I had a strip of slag at the top and on one side. I again cut off a small block of the purified sheet for him to review.

Hinata had a strong need to sit in my lap and hold her to me. I did that while the master swordsmith did a lot of hammering and testing of the samples I had given him.

He came over and said, “I am very impressed with how you create perfectly fused layers from two types of steel, without hammering or applying clay mixes with straw ash, each purer than those made using traditional methods. As I know you possess knowledge of sword making surpassing my own, I do not see the need to require you use traditional methods to create the gifts you wish to craft as presents to those waiting for your return home. Using your unique abilities and Alex’s gift, we shall be able to create four Katanas and six Tanto. Each will be decorated extravagantly with gold inlays and artwork as fine as if created with a laser.”

The rest of the day, I worked to create ten sheets of the layered and folded steel, cooled by pulling the energy out quickly and then removing the impurities. When those completed, I spread them out on a smaller table where we would fold them over cores of softer iron in the morning.

Tonight, I was the only boy in the bathroom when the girls came to bathe. Hinata was the solo girl in the room when the boys came to bathe. Two of the girls I had sex with this morning had gone home shortly after breakfast. Except for the younger girls, the rest of the girls blushed and looked away anytime I caught them looking at the seven inches of my limp dick waving in the breeze. The boys didn’t blush when I saw them checking me out too. They did look at Hinata in a much different way. A way that got them slapped and a cold spray of water.

When Hinata and I went to bed, she said over the link between us, “My heart may never be ready to love someone with the emotions and feelings within me that I felt since the moment we met. I spent much of today meditating over your words and my feeling. Our enjoying the physical pleasures of intercourse will not alter the way I think of you. I will still have the emptiness within me from your departing regardless of our having a physical relationship. When not meditating today, I spoke with those who give me the best guidance without taking offense to my writing my words instead of speaking them. From their guidance, I feel that we should progress to the physical expression of my love for you. I will soon approach my monthly window of peak fertility. I shall understand if you wish not to create a child within my womb, but I truly desire such a gift from you. The child will forever be a part of you, which will forever be close to my heart.”