The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 22

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 22 - Our masseuse Ly is devastatingly horny

Two weeks ago, I met my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines at the older vacant hotel, where she then surreptitiously texted her girlfriend Hanh or the latter's aunt Ly to come over to grind off the apex of the young blind girl's desire. Both, Ly and Hanh were five months pregnant and horny as fuck.

In the end, Ly took off again, after delivering her niece to the hotel, but - as one is able to guess - this week, she wanted her own sheath profusely polished. Since Mira wasn't feeling well going through her period, I simply went to Ly's massage parlor, where I had woken her up from a quasi-celibate slumber two years earlier.

Mister Ben, Ly's waiting, Mira had written to remind me in the morning. Perhaps, Mira was visiting her girlfriend Hanh, who lived in the same house as Ly, together with the latter's older sister, Hanh's mom. Ly had been trying to get pregnant for more than half-a-year but now, she was exceedingly happy that she finally was expecting a child.

Her husband had died after only eighteen months of marriage, almost fifteen years ago; as far as I knew he had suffered from something related to the war. On the way to Ly's house, I wondered if Hanh or her mother would be there as well; probably not, as Ly's sister probably wouldn't condone sex out of wedlock, unless it was done to conceive.

And Ly wouldn't want her older sister to be there, either, since she would have to suppress her orgiastic shrieks and moans during the act. After I had parked in front of Ly's house, I saw that the entrance door was pushed half-open, and then Ly stepped out to greet me. When she noticed that I was fiddling a cigarette out of my shirt pocket, she invited me inside, though, saying that I could smoke in the kitchen.

And enjoy a beer with it. Yes, Ly probably didn't want people see me standing there, in front of her massage parlor, which was exclusively for women. Inside her house, it was completely quiet; there wasn't anyone else there, I surmised. But Ly's firm shapely butt, clad in a pair of older cyclist shorts, was hot, as she was walking in front of me through the hall.

Since it was warm here in Vietnam year-round, the windows in the kitchen didn't even have glass panes, only bars. So, smoking wasn't a problem here; Ly's sister would even notice when she would be back later this afternoon. When Ly bent forward into the fridge to grab a beer for me, her ass was being pressed nicely in my direction, and I felt an oncoming erection.

By and large, Ly wasn't a particularly attractive woman, though: She was a hands-on, no-nonsense woman, but her face was flat, like a pancake, while her boobs were small, on her not so petite, a tad masculine body. Luckily, her tits had grown because of her pregnancy, while her whole form was softer now. Her narrow lower jaw was still protruding, though; her teeth sometimes reminded me of a piranha.

Ly wasn't convinced of her sex appeal and attractiveness; she was often bashful as a result, but she knew how fond I had grown of her over the last two years. But she also knew that I desired her petite blind niece Hanh much more. Now, I asked Ly where Hanh was, realizing too late that this might fuel her resentment:

"At a friend's house. But not Mira. And my sister is in her office, over lunch," Ly replied, after she had broken down a large ice cube into smaller pieces to drop them into my glass.

Ly didn't speak English, but my Vietnamese was good enough by now to have simple conversations and coordinate action. In the worst case, we could also use Google Translate, which we had done on several occasions in the past. Today however, we would let our senses, hands, and desires let do the talking, anyway.

Now, Ly suddenly left the room, instead of sitting down with me. Perhaps, she wanted to take a quick shower or just get changed. As I was smoking by myself, I recalled sitting here with her niece Hanh, on her birthday, feeding her cream cake with my erect cock. Which had led to a veritable blowjob down here in the kitchen, during which I had also smeared cream on her naked boobs, to lick if off again. And again.

Later, we had gone upstairs, where Hanh had lowered her massage table, before she kneeled on it, so that I could take her from behind. If I wasn't mistaken, her period had started that afternoon, too, and at the end, she had even relieved herself. That, I remembered clearly.

Ly now stepped back into the kitchen, unchanged. Technically, we could have undressed right here, since no one else was present in the house - which we had already done twice; once even with my muse Nguyet's new husband, Hiroshi. Which had ensued in double anal sex, upstairs in Hanh's lair.

Hiroshi could massage pussy like a pro. Like Hanh who, because of her blindness, was offering snatch massages here at her parlor - which had been my idea, actually. I had never seen Ly as aroused as when Hiroshi was massaging her inner flesh like a pianist. Ly had been writhing on the massage table, whose leg portion we had folded down.

Her calves were resting in two plastic trays left and right, and at some point, she had requested we massage her anus as well, as perfectly positioned as she had been. When she squirted, she even hit Hiroshi in the face. Was she up for a similar bash today? Well, as horny as she was, she probably wanted me to fill her pussy, instead of her sphincter.

Twice, if possible. Now that Ly was back, my reveries retreated, while my eyes were eagerly filling themselves with her pregnant form. Considerably taller than her niece, as Ly was, her belly appeared smaller, although I was convinced that both children were sired by Minh, Hanh's fiancé, when he was home for a long weekend on holiday from his obligatory military service before Tet, in late January.

What happened now was a formidable surprise, though. We heard a scratching noise on the metal entrance door, which sounded like a key. And so, Ly got up once more to see who it was. She hadn't seemed too surprised, however, so I didn't think it would be Hanh or her mom; perhaps, it was some delivery guy.

In the end, I could hear a male voice I was familiar with, though: Hoang, who was also part of our orgy posse. He had been together with Nguyet's petite colleague Thuy for a long time, after which he fell in love with Thanh, who was a former student of mine. Currently, she was in Saigon, however, where she had a good job. And lots of suitors, I was certain.

Ly had tried to conceive a child with Hoang as well, after Hiroshi's chauffeur Khoa had been firing blanks for months but somehow, I was still convinced that Minh was the biological father of Hanh and Ly's children - as had been the plan, so the genes would stay in the family, so to speak.

Or had it been Hoang? Perhaps, I would ask them later today. When Ly bent forward into the fridge one more time, my brain instantly projected her anus ring onto her cyclist shorts and Hoang and I exchanged a knowing glance. Oh, yeah: our little bash today could only end well, and I was almost proud that Ly had asked him to join us, so that she could get a good fill.

No, there wouldn't be any ravishing pantyhose with a dark vertical seam or other titillating details today, nor any slow build-up of erotic tension - which the language barrier between us already prevented; just four or five good, honest, carnal fucks.

Hoang could do it three times in two hours, couldn't he? Perhaps he was the father of Ly's child, but would they get married? He was about ten years younger than Ly, so that seemed unlikely.

Yes, if I had been alone with Ly, I would have undressed her now, right here in the kitchen, as that would have meant breaking a taboo. And we had done that too, the two of us, once before, with astounding results. But, no: Hoang, who never said much, had already lit a ciggy and was now sipping from his beer.

Ly disappeared once more in the labyrinth of her home and so, Hoang and I struck up a conversation. Hoang and Mira liked each other enough to become a couple, and they always enjoyed their sex together, but she probably didn't want to settle in our small, nondescript town, I always thought. She was an adventurous soul, who had too much energy for sleepy places, such as ours.

And Mira was bisexual; perhaps, she wanted to share her life with a women, rather, in the end. For some reason, I had a hard time imagining her as mother and wife. But then, Hoang was cool: He was calm and strikingly good-looking, with broad shoulders. He was a skillful craftsman, who had done some extra training to start a career in real-estate, at the same company as Hiroshi and Nguyet.

The way Ly was fiddling with her necklace and the buttons on her blouse and looking at Hoang, she surely appreciated his large craftsman hands, and I noticed again how spiffy he looked with his usually long, gelled hair. I was sure, Ly would have consented to undressing right here, in the kitchen, had we proposed or simply gone ahead with it.

Since the two of them were talking now, I recalled Ly's and my first time here, on that fateful day in May, two years back: I had actually wanted to drive out to the hot springs with Hanh and Sally, but the former hadn't been feeling well, all of a sudden. When Sally's boss requested her presence over lunch at her office, we scrapped the trip, but then I ended up smoking on the sidewalk outside, trying to figure out what to do.

I had probably looked sullen, or at least disappointed and so, Ly felt sorry for me and offered me a massage, after Sally had left and Hanh had disappeared upstairs to rest in her bower. Quickly, Ly moved on to a handjob, after some alibi massage on my legs, but after lunch, we ended up in her bedroom - where I banged my head against the wall during our loin twirl, since her bed was rather narrow.

"Massa?" Ly asked us guys now, kneading the air in front of her belly and shooting both of us a really cute smile.

Of course, massa was short for massage; the Vietnamese didn't bother pronouncing multi-syllable words. Now, she was pointing upstairs with her vertical index finger; apparently, we were going to go to Hanh's massage room, since the table there was niftier. Like I said, the lower half could be folded down - and the other half tilted - so that, once the calves were in those plastic trays higher up, the perfect fuck position could be created.

The way Ly and Hoang were interacting, they seemed well attuned; he probably visited her every other day or so, over lunch, for a quick loin twirl. As far as I knew, he and my former student Thanh in Saigon had promised to wait for each other, but perhaps that promise was void by now.

Thanh looked stunning, was smart, had a good job and regularly made exquisite sartorial choices. She was quite a catch, but probably wouldn't want to spend the rest of her life here in our somewhat dull town; just like Mira.

I tried to make out what Ly and Hoang were talking about but couldn't. It was too much at once. When I caught the word massa again, I surmised that they may be talking about the logistics of our tryst: who would massage whom, perhaps.

Since I was twice as old as Hoang, he would certainly want Ly to massage me, first, although us two guys treating her body might have been best, as that had yielded such rousing results when Hiroshi and I had done it.

Well, while Ly would be massaging me, on the other hand, Hoang could take her from behind, while I would fondle all the parts of her body that I could reach, lying supine in front of her on the table. Yes, I could see that.

For some reason, we still went into Ly's massage room, here on the ground floor, first. Which was fully equipped and even had a large mattress spread out on the floor, with a bedsheet on it. Probably because I had bumped my head against the wall back on that fateful day; I was sure Ly also remembered that substantial thud.

Yes, Ly could give me a massage on the table and then, Hoang could take her from behind, while she would get my cock ready with her hands and mouth. I liked the boldness of her move to turn her massage room into some sort of fuck paradise, where we would now grind off the apex of her desire.

First, on and around the table, and then on the mattress on the floor; perhaps with a lunch intermission. Naked. With Ly's already juicy pussy, dripping. Two hours of carnal bliss were waiting for the three of us.

Ly now took off her blouse like a T-shirt, without unbuttoning it, first. She was sporting a brand-new bra, it seemed, which was almost white, but not quite; it had some sort of vanilla hue and seemed stretchy; perhaps to accommodate her ever increasing bust. As I was admiring her larger chest almost in awe, Ly reached behind her back to snap the spiffy item open, as Hoang was relieving himself of his clothes.

He then went to the bathroom, while I had the chance to fill my eyes with the sight of her gorgeous roundish, swollen breasts and her new, larger and darker pregnant-woman areolas. In the distance, I heard church bells chiming, before I leaned forward to greet the circles of blisters around her nipples and her warm soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.

Ly was smiling at me, knowing how fond I was of and how eager to spoil her. Accordingly, she pushed her cyclist shorts down her thighs and her panties emerged, which formed a set with her new bra. Ly's large brown pubic mound, which was curiously round, was still behind the soft fabric, but the long curly hairs sticking out left and right looked more than promising.

Just when Hoang was back from the bathroom, we heard another commotion, though: Someone was banging on the metal entrance door, so that Ly had to pull up her shorts and put her blouse back on, without her bra. Man, who could that be, now?! My muse Nguyet or even Mira? Or Hanh? Which would have brightened my day.

Blushing, Ly left the room in a hurry to see what was going on, but this time, we heard a female voice. Hoang told me that that was Ly's older sister, Hanh's mom.

"Shoot. What are we going to do now?" I asked him, more or less rhetorically.

At least, I was able to report that I had the key to the vacant hotel on me, while Hoang was putting his clothes back on. It was kinda funny to watch him stuff away his pumping, half-stiff cock. When Ly stepped back into her massage room, she palavered with Hoang, who told her that our plan was to drive over to the older hotel for our tryst, as she was putting her bra back on.

"My sister changed her mind. She's going to be here over lunch," Ly told me sheepishly.

Lunch breaks were long in Vietnam, about two hours.

"We can't... here," she added, needlessly.

"Well, we'll buy some drinks and ice on the way... perhaps, the hotel is better, anyway," I tried to say in my clumsy Vietnamese, but the other two knew what the situation required.

I mean, all three of us were too horny to cancel the whole thing now. Ly probably felt bad, since her older sister knew what we were up to, but she almost certainly preferred that the debauchery wasn't going to happen under her roof. Unfortunately, Ly's older sister wasn't attractive or adventurous enough to join us, although that would have been a titillating and tantalizing breaking of taboo.

No, muttering something, Ly's sister went back to her lair, as the three of us were stepping into the hall. Ly decided to ride with Hoang, instead of taking her own Honda, which made sense. We pulled the door closed from outside, and got on our motorcycles.

One the way, close to the older hotel, we bought some drinks and ice, as it was another scorching day, but Ly added a large pack of chocolate cookies or muffins, since we wouldn't be having lunch for another hour-and-a-half.

When we reached the vacant hotel, I unlocked the large metal sliding door, and we brought our motorcycles in. While I was still pulling the door closed, Hoang had already grabbed Ly to kiss her, but then he passed her onto me.

As our mouths were sucking each other, I demandingly fondled her cyclist-shorts-clad midsection, before I pulled her legwear down; after all the commotion and hubbub earlier, all three of us were horny, eager, and ready, to the utmost.

As far as I remembered, I had only begun the action three times down here, in the lobby: once, with Emily, before she became Mira's girlfriend, another time with Quyen, around Christmas, and then, most recently with Sally, who had blown me down here with her dress down to her hips, with her large, almost white tits exposed.

But even Ly and Hoang knew that today, this was the thing to do. He removed his clothes in no time and then draped them over the seat and dashboard of his Suzuki, while I kneeled down in front of Ly to marvel at and sniff her midsection.

Pretty hot, as it was again today, lukewarm wafts of her sourish pussy aroma came gracing my nostrils, and when I had pulled her new spiffy panties about half-way down, I even buried my nose in her dark-brown wiry wool. As round as her pubic mound was, it always reminded me of a pot scourer.

Which was still darn hot; especially now that her bush was still only half exposed. While I was still sucking all the messenger molecules that I could get a hold of deep down into the crevices of my lungs, Hoang relieved Ly of her blouse and bra, before I pulled her cyclist shorts and panties fully down.

And then, I also undressed, of course. Since we wanted to fuck upstairs, however, on the bed in the only furnished room of the otherwise empty hotel, we just took our lady of the day's hands and began rushing upstairs, after I had grabbed the two older curtains that we had hung up here over the banister to dry.

As titillating and beguiling as it was to see Ly's swollen breasts with their large, darker areolas and her pregnant belly, it was also a pretty chipper moment. Ly was giggling for the whole time, while I asked Hoang where Hiroshi's chauffeur Khoa was, with whom Ly had tried to get pregnant for at least five months.

As he was answering now, I grew increasingly fond of Ly's whole body, which radiated health, plenty of sensuality and fertility, of course. Her tits were mostly resting on her belly, but when she took a larger step, they bobbed nicely to the music.

"Khoa's been in Japan already. For six weeks. Hiroshi's helped him to find a good job," Hoang told me now, over Ly's head, who was several inches shorter than us guys.

"You're doing it a few times a week?" I asked the two of them now.

Ly only blushed, but nodded, but before Hoang could say anything, she mentioned in passing that she needed to pee, which sent my antennas quivering. She put on an impish smile and appeared to have forgotten the little row she had had with her older sister earlier.

Since I was still holding the two older curtains, I spread one of them on the stairs leading up to the fifth floor, once we had reached the fourth, and told Hoang to go ahead and prepare the room.

I sat down on the stairs and propped my upper body onto my forearms next to me, readying myself for a cheerful dousing from Ly's heavenly body. Her pussy looked swollen and larger than I knew it, and it was also half-open, although Ly nor anyone else had deliberately pulled her labia apart.

First, I caressed and kissed her belly, which was still smaller than half a soccer ball, but regretted that my position didn't really allow me to suck her snatch. Anyway, since she was already positioned in such a rousing fashion, I didn't want to disturb the natural flow of things and rearrange us.

Hoang knew about my predilection, and he had let Mira micturate upon him in the past, but he was less keen on ladies peeing on him than I was. And he saw her several times per week, as he had just told me. Anyway, right when I could hear Hoang opening a bottle of beer inside the room, Ly let go.

Her fizzing matched the sound of the beer bottle being opened, and now a formidable jet was hitting my hairy chest. Ly was towering over me like the Colossus of Rhodes but had decided to pull her treasure open with both of her index fingers. Shamelessly, Ly was now dousing my upper body with her fine, frothy libation, whose scent was enwrapping my head.

Ly and I had engaged in urophilia a few times already, so she wasn't surprised that we would make this peculiar kink part of our foreplay today. But yes, it was much better to be here, at the older vacant hotel, as we didn't need to be careful with the furniture and everything was easy to clean.

Right around half-time, Ly even began to swing her pelvis back and forth to ensure I would be doused properly, and I could see in her face how much she was enjoying the sweet, innocent transgression. Instinctively, she probably understood that the messenger substances in her urine would aid our fuck in ten minutes, and so she relished the charmingly depraved act.

Her piss was running through my chest hair, from where it sought its course over my belly, down my groins onto the older curtain, which my muse Nguyet had organized back in the day for that very purpose.

Interestingly though, Ly's piss smelled different today, perhaps because she was pregnant, but I lack the words to describe the change properly, as everything still smelled fresh and fruity, but the heavenly liquid lacked the hint of beef stock or pickle juice that I had detected a few times in the past.

When she was almost done, I slid further down on the stairs, so that I could cusp her treasure with my lips. Ly's inner labia were thick and crinkled to begin with, but today they had swollen so much out of proportion that they were almost grotesque, while the salty, quivering, soft flesh around the opening of her urethra reminded me of some primordial marine creature from the primeval ocean.

Eventually, we got up to take a quick shower, of course, as hot as it was. I dropped the curtain through the atrium, down to the ground floor, before I grabbed her hand to join Hoang again. He had put a fresh bedsheet on and was smoking by the window, with his cock half-erect. Contre jour, that was quite a sight as well.

Yes, Hoang probably couldn't wait to drive his eager noodle into his fuck buddy's hungry, thirsty sheath but, first, Ly and I hopped into the shower, where she grabbed my noodle and let me douse the lower half of her stunning pregnant body.

I was kinda glad that we weren't and wouldn't be engaged in some sort of role-play today, although they always were a lot of fun. No, today, we were here for some honest bangs to satisfy our horny masseuse's cravings. Without compromise or careful build-up of a proper arch of erotic suspense.

Speaking of: The moment we stepped out of the shower, Hoang grabbed Ly to smooch and kiss her. His, now stiffer cock poked her belly, as if it wanted to enter her right through the navel, but then Ly kneeled on the bed, offering us her peach and also her anus, it seemed.

Hoang placed one knee on the mattress and, without further ado, fiddled his hot throbbing knob between her wet, sticky labia. Which prompted me to lie down on my back, with my midsection under Ly's face, so that she could blow me, while getting banged from behind. I folded my arms behind my head, full of joy of anticipation: in five minutes or so, it would be my turn.

The only downside to being under Ly was that I wasn't able to watch Hoang's cock's action back there, in Ly's sheath, but it wasn't that I hadn't seen it before. And then, I didn't want to drool over the intimate act like a schoolboy. But, judging by the sounds emanating from between the two of them, I already envisioned whitish-yellowish foam, while Ly's pussy had probably increased in size once more.

And yes, just like almost any woman in Southeast Asia, Ly was a diligent, eager bloweress: Perhaps not quite as daring or dashing as her blind niece or the latter's girlfriend, Mira, Ly still pressed all the necessary buttons. She not only sucked, but also kissed and pecked my shaft, while she was tenderly fondling my balls, although she was getting banged rather fiercely now.

But, yes: Ly was exceedingly chipper that her sheath and G-spot were being polished nicely, finally. Looking at her bun, which reminded me of a large snail shell, I caressed her cheeks and neck, but then decided to turn by 90 degrees and push myself directly under her now larger, swollen breasts.

As if Ly had been waiting for that move, she instantly began to very deliberately feed me her thick and long dark nipples; careful that I wasn't going to come in her mouth. I could now see Hoang's balls periodically banging her pubic mound and clit, which - together with the commotion in her sheath - caused her to squirt.

Now, we could already hear that he was about to come. Of course, Ly herself was also cooing and wheezing, like she was about to climax, which unleashed itself a minute later, when Hoang was splashing his first load against her mauve, probably also swollen cervix.

Ly let out a cascade of heart-wrenching sighs when the deed was accomplished but then looked at me, under her boobs, as if she wanted to say What are you waiting for?! So, Hoang and I traded places, but before I reached my destination behind Ly's butt, his cock had already disappeared in her mouth.

Ly was insatiable, already bobbing her head up and down his noodle to suck the last bit out of it. Although I was tempted to kneel on the floor to examine her swollen pussy, I didn't, since obviously Hoang's cum was in the way.

When a third of it came sloshing out, I caught it with my throbbing glans and pushed it back in, since the lubrication would be divine. Roomy, as Ly was, I slid about halfway in in one fell swoop but, after a few thrusts, I pressed her ass cheeks together at the bottom, as I was pumping, to make her tighter and establish a rhythm for the two of us together.

Looking at her back and butt, I noticed her generous anus caldera again, and the lust grew in me to penetrate it. I almost asked Hoang if they engaged in backdoor sex from time to time, but he now got up kinda hectically to use the bathroom. Well, Ly needed the cocks in her pussy today, anyway, didn't she?

Getting banged heartily for the second time, Ly had begun to groan and moan, which was again interspersed with some long guttural a-ha-a-has, which did sound like she was telling me that I was doing things right. As there was so much of it, I still borrowed some of her nectar with my fingertip and then penetrated her sphincter, which I had been looking longingly at for at least five minutes.

I was still glad that we had given free rein to my urophilia earlier and that I had satisfied my curiosity about what changes her pregnancy had brought to Ly's body, including its smell. Now, she wasn't just cooing in little cascades but had begun to shriek excitedly, and I knew already that I wouldn't be thrusting inside her sheath for much longer, before I would lavish myself inside her.

Hoang was smoking over by the open window; his cock was just dangling limp, taking a well-earned rest. He had also opened another beer, and gave us a thumbs-up, while Ly was panting and wheezing to the rhythm of my bangs from behind. Her cooing reverberated off the walls and the ceiling, and when I finally came, I closed my eyes and threw my head back to enjoy the heavenly sensation in my loins and groins.

Although I had stopped pumping, Ly was still thrusting, as if she hoped that there would be more and more whitish elixir for her hungry sheath. Lastly, I slapped her ass a few times with my flat hand, as was actually Hoang's habit, but then she fell forward to rest on the mattress, seeming completely exhausted.

After a few minutes of rest, we got up and went into the shower, as hot as it was, here in the room. Ly hollered that Hoang should open the pack of cookies, and I noticed that I was hungry. Oh well, we would probably go for lunch together, after another double-round on the bed.

Or should we go for lunch, first, and then back to her house? Nope, her sister might still be there, and Hanh may have returned in the meantime as well. But Ly wasn't done yet, judging by the wanton look on her face.

Back in the room, we sat closely together near the table, still naked, but just when I wanted to explore Ly's fascinating soft pussy with my fingers, Hoang leaped forward and placed his large craftsman hand between her legs.

Judging by the surefire look on his face, a thorough fingering was part of their routine: with his thumb on her clit, he diddled the soft salmon-colored flesh inside, near her G-spot and caused Ly to squirt again right away. Shrieking, she threw her head back, enjoying the additional stimulation during intermission.

When they kissed once more, I opened another beer, asking myself if there was more to their relationship than just sheer carnal lust. As well as they clicked, Hoang could be the father of her child. But then, they sure would have gotten married already, even though he was ten years younger than she was.

I had just taken a deep breath, still thinking how I would put that question in words, in Vietnamese, Hoang got up and presented Ly his twitching noodle directly in front of her face. Of course, she instantly snapped after it, before she rolled her tongue over his purple tip as if it was an ice-cream cone.

Eventually, he ended up thrusting in her mouth, but then the two of them got up to scoot over to the bed, where Ly lay down on her back for him to mount her. Of course, he was careful not to squeeze her belly, but soon they were at it again.

Man, I had never seen Ly so horny and hungry after cock. In some ways, it was a shame that Hiroshi wasn't here; the pussy massage artist, who was quite into Ly, himself. And she positively adored him. Or Khoa, his chauffeur, with whom Ly had tried to conceive for almost half-a-year. But he was already in Japan, as Hoang had told me earlier.

Still sitting near the table, I was now watching their mating dance. Hoang had propped his upper body onto his outstretched arms to not put too much pressure on Ly's stomach. Overall though, their fuck was quite an aesthetic pleasure. Their well-proportioned bodies were writhing and moving rhythmically, while a chorus of aroused sounds was ricocheting off the walls again.

Now that I was looking at Hoang, he did have the body of a body-builder, although I didn't think he went to the gym at all. He was just an active guy, who still repaired appliances on a regular basis and fixed all kinds of things. And Ly's shapely light legs were almost perfect, although she was pushing forty.

Her skin looked like porcelain. But no, she didn't seem to be keen on anal sex, today; she would probably have said something in this regard already. I couldn't see it clearly at the moment, but her treasure was more succulent than I had ever experienced it, oozing enough nectar for half-a-dozen formidable hearty bangs.

The chocolate cookies weren't bad but, yes, we would go for lunch together, where I could ask the two of them about their relationship and, also, who the father of Ly's child was. I was glad, of course, that everything had worked out, in the end; Ly appeared grateful beyond all measure.

After he had come, Hoang dismounted relatively quickly and waved me over, to the bed. His back was glistening with sweat in the midday heat, but Ly couldn't get enough: Whimpering, she rearranged herself a bit, but decided to remain in her supine position. I briefly marveled at her copious creampie, under her brown pot scourer bush, but then I unceremoniously lay down between her fabulous light legs.

Her whole midsection was quivering and trembling, and now her sheath was sucking my throbbing knob in and up. As gloriously as she was lubricated, I was all the way in in no time, but I also kept my upper body at a distance from her belly, just like Hoang had earlier.

Yes, it was a pity that I hadn't sucked and licked her gorgeously swollen salmon-colored pussy more today, but the events had taken a different turn, quick and fast. Neither of us had used their hands, but my cock had made its way inside effortlessly and then up through the thicket of our gooey whitish elixir, but now Ly hugged me, before she brushed my back like windshield wipers.

From time to time, I lifted my belly to not squeeze hers but overall, we both seemed paradoxically keen on prolonging the pleasure and getting everything over and done with, at the same time. We could hear that Hoang was already in the bathroom, taking a shower; perhaps, they would do it for their third time at her house. Or he had to return to work soon.

The way Ly was lilting under me, she was gone, in some sort of delirium, while her midsection appeared to be expanding under me. Of course, I wasn't able to see it the way we were positioned, but our cum loads were probably foaming at this point. And, sure enough: a minute later, I exploded formidably inside Ly for a second time.

Seething and sizzling, my flakes were gracing her cervix, which must have been swollen, too; just like all the other divine flesh in her body. Panting, we rested together for a bit, but then she wanted to get up; maybe she was expecting customers at her massage parlor. And so, we quickly went into the bathroom for another shower.

Hoang had moseyed over to the window again to smoke and enjoy another beer, naked, but - when we stepped back into the room after our uneventful shower - he had already put his clothes on again.

While Ly and I were getting dressed now, I asked Hoang if he was the father of Ly's child, as I wasn't sure if we would still go for lunch together. The two of them laughed abashedly, but shook their heads:

"No, that was someone else," he finally replied, but before he could continue, Ly placed her index finger vertically over his lips, blushing:

"Psst. You'll know one day," she added, smiling mysteriously.