The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 23

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 23 - A Ribald Lunch at First Lieutenant Kim's

Last week, I met our pregnant masseuse Ly, as she had been devastatingly horny. Unbeknownst to me, she had also invited Hoang, however, and it turned out that the two of them were having sex at a regular basis, ever since she had coaxed the young stud into trying to conceive, about six months back.

During our tryst - for which we went to the older vacant hotel, after Ly's older sister had surprisingly shown up at their home to spend her long lunch break there - it had turned out, however, that Hoang wasn't the father of Ly's baby, but they didn't divulge who was the culprit, although it sounded like he was someone I knew.

I was kinda expecting Ly to call me again this week to come over to her massage parlor; after all, she was probably horny every day. Every hour. Or minute. But Hoang could take care of that, and my muses Nguyet and Mira almost certainly would want to continue their charming Stepmom and -daughter ruse as well.

Sure enough, Nguyet texted me on Monday, asking if I was going to come over to her purported place at the model home she was working at, selling town houses to the aspiring Vietnamese middle class. She mentioned that her stepdaughter, Sachiko, who was given by Mira, would return to school after lunch, which would allow us a tender hour full of bliss.

In the past, we had met at said model home more often, but recently I had only been there once. To spice up our threesome-relationship, the ladies were pretending to be stepmother and -daughter, like I just said, which gave wings to our weekly sensual rendezvous. Under some pretext, however, the two of them could also have surreptitiously invited Ly again or her blind niece Hanh, who was Mira's girlfriend.

About eight weeks back, Nguyet married Hiroshi Nakamura, who I liked wholeheartedly; partially, since he was quite a charming, diligent sex fiend. But he would be at work, his new wife had already told me, which probably meant I would be alone with my muses: Nguyet, in her new role as Secret Service officer, and her enthralling eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Sachiko, allegedly from Hiroshi's first marriage.

Or would the new sex doll be lying on the bed, naked, in black lacy silk stockings? Sachiko had told me that the new robot purchased by the External Department of the Ministry of the Interior had been transferred to Nguyet's home, where Sachiko, as a result, was then forced to share the bed with her young ravishing stepmother for a few nights.

Which then had led to the tantalizing moment when Sachiko had discovered how mesmerizingly large and dense her dad's new wife's bush was. Purportedly, Nguyet had still been wearing panties, but the sheer sight of her stepmom's midsection was naturally tickling young Sachiko's fancy.

I didn't know if the younger of the two had already had the chance to see her stepmom's pubic mound in the flesh, though. Knowing the two ladies and their vivid, exuberant imagination, we would probably end up talking about Nguyet's impressive midsection over lunch. Just as Sachiko's titillating and beguiling game about four weeks back, when she had presented me her lap, clad in nylons but without panties, under the table.

Under her skirt, sitting next to me, across from her stepmother. Nguyet and Mira understood perfectly how they could create sensual suspense and tension, and they always flourished in their roles. And so, I was smoking outside the model home again, where my muse worked, which was functioning as her home again today.

As I was puffing away, I noticed their respective motorcycles, and so I looked up at the kitchen window again from where, purportedly, Sachiko had seen me on my first visit here and almost instantly squirted into her panties, because I was so tall and imposing.

I didn't think that was true, but what was true was that Mira and I desired each other so much that the sheer sight or presence of the other in the same room stimulated our imagination and inevitably aroused us. But the same was true for my original muse, Nguyet. Who felt similarly toward me for seven years already.

When I was done smoking, I went inside, of course. Nguyet was sitting to the right from the door at her desk, wearing a somewhat old-fashioned, generously tailored greenish dress. Her smock had a long beige button tape on the front and a collar of the same color.

I instantly noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her roundish, elastic MILF titties were further down on her front than usual. But then, she was at home here, allegedly, and she knew that I appreciated such beguiling details. She knew that I would notice - and like it.

Nguyet, now First Lieutenant Kim again, quickly asked me to turn the key, because the office would be closed to clients from 11:30 to 1:30, before she began her charming, titillating banter:

"Your lovely is upstairs," she smiled at me, referring to her purportedly eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Sachiko.

"Well, my lovely... today, I'm here for you, First Lieutenant," I reassured her.

"I know how much you like her... yes, those teenage girls... they turn your head," she shook her own, before she murmured: "I know I can't quite compete with her... anymore."

I thought of a clever reply, but then decided to let it slide, for now, and let my actions speak for themselves, later. During lunch. And thereafter. But how would Sachiko, the sensitive teen, take it if I focused more on her stepmom today?

I could have proposed a threesome right away, but that seemed too early on our journey, although I was pretty sure that that was exactly what would happen later. I mean, the two of them had created their stepmom and -daughter quasi-taboo to spark up the intensity of our sensual relationship, hadn't they?

"Mom, where's the hairdryer?" Sachiko was now yelling from upstairs.

When I turned to greet her, she was only wearing a yellowish towel, wrapped around her upper body, and her hair looked indeed wet, like she had just taken a shower. From my low angle, my eyes got stuck in the dark triangle between her perfect young legs, under the towel, for a few seconds, until she turned and walked away, after her stepmom had pointed her to the master bedroom.

Nguyet was shaking her beautiful diamond-shaped head again, half amused and half aghast:

"Those teenage girls these days... tsk-tsk..."

"Well, Sachiko apparently knows how attractive she is," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

To not offend the older of the two ladies, I didn't want to praise the younger one too much, however.

"Overall, I think that's a good thing," I added eventually, trying to make it sound as neutral as possible: "Her, admittedly, youthful and fresh appeal is no match for your presence, though, First Lieutenant," I felt I had to add.

What had been meant as a compliment didn't take off, though. In fact, my words landed clumsily and hard, like a badly folded paper plane.

"Yeah, right: presence. You come here to have sex with me but, in the end, you'd rather do it with my stepdaughter, I know that. I could see it in your eyes... when she was standing up there, like a minute ago..." the, today, not so spiffy First Lieutenant told me and sighed.

"Well, she's gotta go back to school after lunch, you've told me," I lamely responded, leaving it open if Sachiko's stepmom wasn't right, actually.

"Yes, she does, but I'm already dreading lunch," Nguyet was notching up their game: "She's gonna flirt with you again..."

"Well, do you want me to leave and come back after lunch?" I facetiously offered, knowing that our titillating banter would serve our ruse well.

And: Nguyet loved threesomes, particularly if they involved two gals and one guy. Before we could continue our conversation, however, Sachiko yelled from upstairs if she should go ahead and fry the rice. After Nguyet have told her to do so, she looked at me sternly and asked if I had banged Sachiko two weeks ago, when I had taken her to the old vacant hotel:

"I mean, I know that Sachiko's girlfriend, Hanh, was there, too, but... while you were at it?"

"How do you know that I was at the hotel with your stepdaughter? Did Sachiko tell you?" I decided to go on the defensive.

"Well, remember: You have nanoparticles in your body, ever since the day we recruited you. They communicate with our satellites..."

"In space?"

"Yes, sure. I can locate you wherever you are on the planet," First Lieutenant Kim smirked.

Which was actually quite a sexy moment. And yes, she had thought of everything again. As always.

"Sachiko, too?" I had to ask, of course.

"No, but she had lied to her teacher, saying that she needed to see the dentist, because of her braces."

Mira was actually wearing braces, at 27. Which made her look much younger than she was.

"I called her school, and then put two and two together," First Lieutenant Kim reiterated.

"And now, you assume that Sachiko met me at the hotel, instead of seeing the dentist?!" I asked - or stated - the obvious.

"She's admitted it. Stop playing dumb, Mister Ben. Did you do it with her, too?"

"No, just with Hanh. The girls told me that she was really horny, because she's pregnant, you know..."

I decided to keep for myself that I had sat on the floor between Sachiko's enthralling naked legs, so that she could pee on me, out from under her school-uniform skirt. After I had licked her mesmerizing young labia for, at least, ten minutes. And the salmon-colored juicy flesh inside...

Now, Sachiko yelled from the second floor that the food would be ready in a minute. And so, we got up, leaving the tension in the room between us. For now, First Lieutenant Kim seemed satisfied with my answer, though; perhaps, as it matched what her daughter had told her. She still mumbled we'll talk about it later, as we were going up the stairs together.

Which did sound rather ominous. Anyway, Sachiko was now wearing her nice blue school-uniform skirt, together with a fitting white blouse, under which I spotted a lacy undershirt, which was so thin that we kinda could make out her nipples. Lieutenant Kim had noticed it, too, but when she made a remark in that regard, the recalcitrant teen only snapped back:

"You aren't wearing a bra, either, mom."

Ha! I loved their mock-intense teen-and-mom banter. Actually, I was tempted to kiss the younger of the two, but that would have been too much in the presence of her stepmom, I surmised, although Sachiko and I had partied quite hard when I had been here the last time, when her stepmom suddenly had to leave to attend an important meeting at the headquarters.

Oddly, she had never asked about that day again. Maybe she would, over lunch. Or she was saving that discussion for some special moment. Unfortunately, Sachiko wasn't wearing pantyhose today, nor a tie, as it was too hot - but possibly no panties, either. She had already set the table and now brought over the hot pan with the fried rice, which she put on a large cutting board.

When First Lieutenant Kim bent forward into the fridge - a lot like Ly had the previous week, at her house - to grab a beer for me, I couldn't make out a panty line, but her dress was too generously tailored for that, anyway. Was it actually part of the plan that she had dressed down today to look somewhat unattractive?

But then, Nguyet knew that I liked said dress. Once, she had played coy and inexperienced and only taken off her panties, from under the very same dress, before she lay down so that I could lie down on her. She knew that the tension between culture - the dress - and nature: her large, dense, pitch-black bush between her light nimble legs, turned me on like nothing else.

Sachiko knew that too, of course. That's why she had picked an undershirt that was barely hiding her chest. Funnily, the two of them now even got back to the issue:

"I don't know if you can go back to school like that," the stepmom remarked, before Sachiko replied, once more:

"Well, you're sitting here with Mister Ben, not wearing a bra. Everyone can see that."

"Sachiko, I'm at home here. But you have to go to your chess club in 30 minutes," her stepmom reminded her.

"I don't HAVE to go back. The chess club is only optional," Sachiko reminded her stepmom, in turn, before she nodded and smiled at me.

Well, what gambit would First Lieutenant Kim choose now?

"Sachiko, you can't stay. Not today, at least," she was almost pleading: "I know how much you like Mister Ben, but..."

"Do you like the food?" Sachiko surprisingly asked me now, directly looking at me.

When I nodded, Nguyet got up to go to the fridge again, where she got another can of beer, which she then placed right in front of me to exchange it for my half-empty one. I reached around her slim waist and fleetingly traced the contours of her little butt cheeks with my right hand, but she quickly eloped, blushing and muttering Not now.

While Nguyet was taking her seat again around the table corner, Sachiko shot me a jealous, disapproving glance, before she asked her dazzling stepmom:

"So, mom: Mister Ben is gonna bang you after lunch?"

Oh, this was divine. Of course, we all could be pretty certain that some sort of threesome would ensue; Sachiko wasn't going to chess class after lunch. I didn't think she even knew how to play the game. What she did know, however, was how to spice up our sensual encounters: with fresh wit, humor, charm, and her inimitable breeziness.

No, yes: I absolutely loved our slightly contrived situation, as it was so much better than simply calling each other up to fuck. Perhaps, today wasn't going to be the most erotic session we would ever have, but the tension between stepmother and -daughter provided a nice framework for our preordained loin twirl, later.

"Sachiko, pleeease! You know that Mister Ben and I have known each other for a long time. And, yes: occasionally, we enjoy sex together. Your dad knows about it. And he's fine with it. I need it, especially today," First Lieutenant Kim tried to defend herself, swallowing with her mouth closed when she was done, probably wondering if she shouldn't reprimand her stepdaughter for her harsh language.

"Mom, ever since I saw Mister Ben in action with Hanh, two weeks ago... I mean, I want to do it with him, too," Sachiko sketched what her plan was.

"Sachi, you're only eighteen. And you're still going to school," her stepmom reminded her, needlessly, appearing slightly upset.

"But mom, his thing... and Hanh's sooo tiny," Sachiko giggled.

"And you watched, while they were doing it?" First Lieutenant Kim was curious.

"Well, Hanh's blind... she needed my help, from time to time," was Sachiko's rather plausible excuse, before she sized me up again.

As they were going back and forth, I began to wonder who I desired more, at that point: my original muse, with her sharp intellect, chiseled petite body and large, dense, black bush? Or the younger of the two, who was blessed with more wit, a more extrovert personality, and warmer emotions? With whom I could engage in the craziest piss play?

"I don't know: Watching other people having sex..." First Lieutenant Kim was still unsure.

"Mom, Hanh is blind... she couldn't see how closely I was watching," our ravishing teen defended herself cleverly.

Yeah, not being able to see if someone was watching: Did that change anything? That was an intriguing, clever thought. Anyway, since we were done eating, Nguyet now offered ice-cream.

While Nguyet was standing over at the counter to fill three small bowls, however, Sachiko quietly came over and sat down on my lap. With her back against my chest, I caressed her belly and chest through the fabric of her thin white blouse, rubbing her nipples with my thumb. Her fluffy hair smelled enticingly, and I felt an erection oncoming.

"I can't wait to do it again with you," she whispered in my ear, with her small elegant hand on my neck.

"Sachiko!" her stepmom almost yelled, though, when she saw what had transpired after she had turned her back.

As if the ice-cream was cancelled now to punish us, First Lieutenant Kim put the three small bowls back into the fridge, while Sachiko lifted her little butt for a split-second to pull her skirt out and back, toward my belly.

"You can reach under it, if you want," she whispered, while her stepmom was still eight feet away, near the fridge.

On my hand, I could now feel Sachiko's naked skin as well as a pair of soft, stretchy panties. Which were probably the grey ones that I was already familiar with. Of course, all this would have been way too much, even if one was having an affair with a young stepmom. But for us here, it was the perfect foreplay to arouse and channel our sensual energy - which we would discharge soon.

"You can pull the crotch piece to the side," Sachiko offered now, whispering again: "Mom can't see it... it's under my skirt."

I didn't know if this all had been planned out beforehand, but it didn't seem like it. Anyway, Nguyet passed us now to use the bathroom - which I somewhat regretted as I had hoped that she would pee on me, possibly together with her enthralling stepdaughter. And Nguyet knew how much I liked such slightly depraved play...

"Hey, Mister Ben, get your thing out, while mom's in the bathroom," Sachiko suggested: "I'll sit back down on your lap, and we'll cover everything with my skirt," she chuckled.

"Sachiko: You know how much I like you, but I'm really here today to bang your stepmom," I reminded her.

"I know. I just want to see your dick again. And play with it. And then, you can bang my mom... hurry up, she'll be back any moment!"

And so, I quickly took off my shorts and underpants, which I then draped over the back of my chair. Nguyet, who was in the bathroom for quite a long time, would parade past my knees on her way back, thus unable to see that I was naked under her stepdaughter's skirt.

Now, Sachiko lifted it up, of course, to marvel at my cock under her young, barely hairy pussy. She seemed exceedingly happy, and I almost asked her if she wished she had a cock. But instead, I just watched her how she was carefully fixing the crotch piece of her light-grey panties in her left groin.

Feeling the tender skin of her hazelnut labia and the few hairs on my shaft felt heavenly. Gently, I began to play with her long clit, after I had licked my fingertips, but then she spit into her hand to playfully jerk me off. Eventually, I dipped my fingertip into the moist sticky biotope between her nether lips, but then we heard the bathroom door; Nguyet would be back in ten seconds.

"Why didn't you take your panties off?" I asked Sachiko quickly, whispering and panting.

"I think I would come. Or somehow, your thing would end up inside me. I wouldn't know where to put them, either," came her response.

Just when I was about to ask Sachiko what would be bad about my thing slipping inside her young sheath, Nguyet passed us again and went straight to the fridge to, finally, serve the ice-cream at the table. It didn't look as if she had wanted to punish us; it was more about enjoying the treat together, now.

My thick noodle was pumping and throbbing nicely under Sachiko's blue skirt, between her young perfect thighs, but hidden from our eyes, including Nguyet's. Now, however, our youngest even began do swing and gyrate her little ass, so that her sticky cleft was stimulating the upside of my shaft.

When I whispered that now I might come if she continued like that, she only blushed and sighed, saying that she just couldn't help it.

"Mister Ben... I d-don't know," Sachiko whimpered.

Of course, her ravishing stepmother noticed the commotion and now commanded her daughter - like a good, thorough Secret Service officer - off my lap, where Sachiko, in her stepmom's words, didn't belong. Needless to say, the teen wasn't listening; partially, since I was naked under her skirt, which her stepmom didn't know yet.

So, Sachiko just kept bobbing and swaying her dazzling, almost naked midsection directly on my rod. I didn't think that this had all been planned out beforehand; it all had looked as if she acted on the spur of the moment earlier, and now she was just too aroused to worry about etiquette or propriety.

Eventually, her stepmother had enough, though: She slammed the table with her flat hand. Her metal spoon fell out of the little bowl and clanked a few times on the surface; a noise, which reverberated off the walls. Which prompted me to place my cup on the table, while Sachiko was provoking her mom further:

"Oh, this feels sooo nice. I just wanna keep going," she cooed, still swinging her young, almost naked butt.

To spice things up further, however, I now unbuttoned Sachiko's school-uniform shirt to be able to massage her somewhat flat yet cute chest.

"Mister Ben, the girl got carried away, yes... but you need to be more responsible," First Lieutenant Kim admonished me sternly now: "Remember, she's my stepdaughter."

"This was all Sachiko's idea," I defended myself half-heartedly, like a school boy who had been caught red-handed, but now the alleged teen even lifted her skirt for a split-second to show her stepmom what was actually going on under the blue fabric.

First Lieutenant Kim seemed genuinely shocked how far Sachiko and I had already proceeded with our foreplay. She also seemed impressed, however, and didn't know what to say. Judging by the look on her face, though, she was clearly fascinated with my manhood and would now probably want in on the action.

"Mom, I just make Mister Ben come and then go to the chess course. Then, you can do it with him..." Sachiko quickly outlined her plan, swinging her narrow hips and perfect young ass on my naked lap some more.

Oh, sweet Jesus, was this awesome! I didn't really know what to say now, either, but I knew that we had to bring Nguyet in. And so, I suggested she could blow me, so that the flakes of my elixir wouldn't splash all over the place, here in the kitchen. But then, there were two wet pussies, right here...

Sachiko had a different plan, though. Or maybe, it wasn't a plan at all, but just a spontaneous utterance of her young body. Anyway, perhaps to mark her territory and let me know, at least, what she thought of her stepmom blowing me, Sachiko now squirted under her skirt or even peed a bit.

I could feel the surprisingly cool liquid on my cock and balls, but then we even heard the trickling onto the vinyl seat cover, if I wasn't mistaken; as quiet as it was here, in the kitchen. No, no blowjob or intercourse, for now; Sachiko was gracing my manhood with her divine girlish urine.

Or was it some other kind of ejaculate? And just a little bit of pee? In the end, it wasn't too much. As far as I was able to tell, nothing had dripped down to the floor. But: the libation had a profound cooling effect on my cock, which was still hidden under Sachiko's school-uniform skirt. I believed, though, that the air around us was suddenly suffused with heavenly messenger substances.

To be able to enjoy the divine sensation for a bit longer, I pulled Sachiko's undershirt out of the waistband of her skirt and then squeezed the dazzling tender flesh of her girlish boobs, while her stepmom still seemed unsure what to do. But Sachiko quickly broke the stalemate:

"Mom, unbutton your dress!" she demanded: "I wanna see your boobs!" she almost yelled, in some sort of quasi-climactic rapture.

Of course, her stepmom hesitated to break the taboo, but then our youngest screamed twice, before she slowly slid off my lap, as if she was drunk. I reached around her waist to hold her, and then all three of us looked at the few drops that were dripping down to the floor tiles from under Sachiko's skirt, between her naked legs.

"Oh, Mister Ben, I'm so sorry," Nguyet murmured, but we could see that she, also, was aroused beyond all measure.

Of course. Looking at Nguyet's heaving little chest under her thin dress, I let go of Sachiko and got up to offer the young stepmother my cock directly in front of her mouth. She took the bait without missing a beat, even though there were traces of Sachiko's celestial liquids on it.

After only a few seconds of sucking, I began to thrust in my muse's mouth, which prompted Sachiko to take off her blouse, panties, and skirt. Particularly the latter of which lifted my level of arousal up to the point where I almost felt nauseous: her wet pubic mound and hazelnut pussy were glistening, while her long clit was twitching happily in our direction.

First Lieutenant Kim wasn't in the mood to scold or reprimand her stepdaughter, though, but just kept sucking my dick, while I pulled Sachiko closer again with one arm to kiss her and fondle her small titties as well as her perfect young butt, where the tip of my middle finger quickly found her sphincter.

Nguyet did manage to shoot me a disapproving look, though, while I was still thrusting in her mouth. Clumsily, since I had to bend forward and sideways a bit, I finally unbuttoned her dress now, which elicited relieved sounds from Sachiko's maw, before she began to coo again, when she saw my hand fondling her stepmom's breasts, which were larger than her daughter's.

What was even hotter, surprisingly, was seeing Sachiko, just clad with a flimsy undershirt, but otherwise naked. Soon, I noticed the characteristic prickling tickling in my loins and pulled First Lieutenant Kim's generously tailored dress down over her narrow shoulders, so that her torso was naked, to lavish myself profusely in my muse's throat.

Which caused Sachiko to shriek and squeal rapturously again, while her wet midsection was trembling and quivering. I now also noticed how swollen her pink nipples were under the thin undershirt. Sachiko was as overstimulated as I was and now, we watched my twitching cock in Nguyet's mouth and how she relished receiving the copious load of whitish sticky elixir.

Of course, I had roared up toward the ceiling but I was glad that Nguyet seemed relieved and content that she had, at least, caused me to climax - although the sheer sight of Sachiko's young aroused body was equally to be blamed for that.

When First Lieutenant Kim let go of my thick, wet noodle, she instantly sent me to the bathroom, saying that she and Sachiko would clean up, in the meantime.

"And you gotta go now, young lady," First Lieutenant Kim told her stepdaughter, as I was already on my way.

I fleetingly thought of stopping to see what our youngest would reply, but I needed to relieve myself. Would Sachiko just take off and leave the house to her stepmom and me, now that she had her orgasm? That seemed unlikely, since the two of them had created the ruse of pretending to be stepmother and -daughter specifically to increase the tantalizing tension between us...

But Nguyet and I definitely needed to fuck properly, still; a simple blowjob simply wasn't enough. Anyway, when I stepped out of the bathroom, naked, holding my shirt in one hand, so that there wouldn't be any misunderstanding, not much had changed in the kitchen, but the table was cleared and the little puddle on the chair had been wiped off.

Sachiko was still standing there, just in her undershirt, which was a powerful yet endearing sight which tickled and aroused me again right away. Since Nguyet may have felt a bit neglected, I instantly went over to where she was standing, and she didn't flinch when I kissed her.

As my hand disappeared inside her dress again to fondle her boobs, she let out a few quiet moans, and so, I suggested that Sachiko could skip the chess class, for once, and stay.

"We're too aroused, First Lieutenant... I know this wasn't planned, perhaps, but..." I kinda apologized.

Nguyet closed the front of her dress with one hand but didn't button it again, while she was thinking about our options.

"I can't do it with Sachiko watching... she's Hiroshi's... my stepdaughter," she reminded me, sounding wonderfully melodramatic.

"Mom, I want to watch once, how you... have sex with Mister Ben," our youngest reclaimed her stakes in the action: "I promise to leave him alone after that... that would be worth it..."

Of course, an alarm instantly went off in my head but then, we all knew that Mira was about to leave our small nondescript town for good in two months if not less. But I also noticed that Nguyet was admiring her stepdaughter's slender body, who was pressing her flat belly in our direction, looking devastatingly horny; almost like Ly, the previous week.

No one said anything but, like puppets on a string, all three of us were moving slowly toward the bedroom across the hall, even though I would need another twenty minutes to recuperate.

"Mom, I promise, I'll just watch and not be in the way," Sachiko reiterated her somewhat modest proposal, although she clearly seemed too aroused to remain passive.

"I don't think you'll be able to contain yourself," I chuckled, accordingly: "But, to be honest, I want to lick your pussy; especially, now that you have already squirted and peed a bit... when you were sitting on my lap earlier," I admitted, although First Lieutenant Kim perhaps didn't like the sound of it.

In the bedroom, I sat down on the mattress, first, but when Sachiko lay down on her back and opened her legs, I slid onto the floor, after I had grabbed a pillow, and positioned myself between her wide-open perfect thighs.

Nguyet was still wearing her cassock, but the front was open again, so that we could see her lovely, albeit slightly sagging tits with their pointy burgundy areolas in the semi-darkness inside.

"First Lieutenant, come here and look!" I requested, before I leaned forward to lick Sachiko's enthralling flesh.

Her pussy was half-open and exuded a heavenly fresh odor: slightly sourish, the salmon-colored folds around the opening of her urethra tasted like fruit, dipped in salt.

"Mom, don't be shy... you can lick me, too, if you want," Sachiko was offering herself.

The former only blushed, though, saying that she had never done anything like that. Which was, of course, a charming fib.

"There's a first time for everything," I laconically reminded her, before I took another bite of Sachiko's succulent flesh, after I had pulled her dripping-wet labia apart further with both of my thumbs.

Sachiko was stroking my hair, as if her stepmother wasn't even in the room. I kinda regretted that I had already come once, in Nguyet's mouth, but that had been the most plausible thing, over there, in the kitchen. And, as far as I knew, Mira was close to ovulating; she had told me about ten days ago that we couldn't meet since she had her period.

Well, I couldn't get enough of my favorite ex-colleague's young snatch: Now, I was sucking and twiddling her clit with my tongue. I tried again to get Nguyet to join me, but she was feeding her alleged stepdaughter one of her dangling boobs, kneeling next to Sachiko's shoulder.

"Mister Ben, I can't look directly between her legs," First Lieutenant Kim chuckled, clearly relishing the idea, though.

Sachiko seemed more than happy, however, to be fed one of her stepmom's lovely tits. Now, she was going around the circle of areola blisters with the tip of her tongue and then even tried to take the whole soft, elastic fruit into her mouth:

"Hoaarh, mom... oooaar..." Sachiko panted and moaned a couple of times.

Watching the two of them from my vantage point between Mira's perfect young legs was quite something. Just like twenty minutes earlier, over there in the kitchen, it was an incredibly endearing, almost dainty, but also dauntingly, hauntingly powerful moment.

"M-mom... when we sl-slept together... here, those two n-nights, I r-really w-wanted to touch you... b-but I didn't dare to ass-k," Sachiko admitted, stammering and panting, before she took her stepmom's dangling mature MILF breast back into her mouth.

I wondered how we could proceed from here, but since Sachiko's young flesh was so enticing, I decided on one more round inside her heavenly vaginal vestibule. Sure enough, soon she began to squirt again, before she even peed. A little bit. Probably being proud that we had been able to squeeze that in surreptitiously, without her stepmom being aware of it.

Not just to keep the bedsheet clean, I tried to catch the modest cascades, but when I looked up again, Nguyet had pulled the upper portion of her dress down to her hips, so that her stunning little chest was fully exposed. Proudly, she was feeding her stepdaughter her tits again, but then she asked me if I couldn't kneel on the bed, too.

"That way, I could lie underneath your penis and suck it," First Lieutenant Kim told me with an impish smile: "If you want, you can keep licking Sachiko," she even offered generously.

"But then, I can't see anything," Sachiko contented: "And, mom: I wanna see you naked now."

First Lieutenant Kim thought about the proposal for a few seconds, but then pushed her dress over her hips, from where it dropped on the floor. Now, we were looking at a pair of mauve or light-purple panties, under which we could make out her large bush. And there were, as usual, a few long black hairs sticking out left and right, in her groins.

Meanwhile, I had moved up onto the bed and was now playing with Sachiko's nicely swollen modest boobs. Her stepmom still hesitated to relieve herself of her underwear, so that Sachiko had to beg her again to take off the last remaining item of clothing. Considering that Nguyet was a staunch exhibitionist, she did seem genuinely reluctant, as if she had thoroughly internalized her role today.

When she saw, however, that Sachiko was playing with my ever-growing noodle again, First Lieutenant Kim knew that she couldn't be sheepish for much longer, as I would have swung my midsection onto Sachiko's and unceremoniously banged her. What First Lieutenant Kim now offered as an excuse for her reluctance, however, left me thunderstruck:

"Sachiko, I'm having my period," she told us quietly, before she pushed both thumbs into the waistband of her panties to push them down her light little legs.

Rather lasciviously. Massive, as my muse's bush was, we instantly saw a wide strip of dense, pitch-black hair, and I grew revoltingly horny; partially, since I hadn't seen Nguyet naked for more than two months.

Fleetingly, we also saw the narrow Kotex pad that she had glued into her underwear, which she ignored, however. Instead, First Lieutenant Kim slowly pushed her panties all the way down to her feet, fiddled them off her ankles, and then stepped out to present herself in all her MILF glory, stark naked.

Yes, when she had disappeared in the bathroom earlier, she had freshened up, so that there wouldn't be any need for interruptions now. I was pretty sure, though, that Mira had known about Nguyet's period in advance and then, either, said that that wouldn't be a problem or actually stated that she wanted to experience me having period sex with our muse.

Nguyet knew that I didn't find period sex revolting at all. To the contrary, I found the guava-jam lubrication stimulating, and we had had period sex before; once, she had played a part-time hooker in a grey stretch-minidress, whose punter had declined when he learned that she was bleeding, as she had put it. And then I rescued her, as she was horny and had been looking forward to a good bang.

Oh no, yes: This was hot. Now that we knew it, we were able to detect a thin veneer of glistening purplish liquid on Nguyet's labia, which she gracefully ignored. Instead, she grabbed a dark, thick towel from the chest of drawers, which she then spread on the bed, before she lay down on her back.

Mira and I were watching her, but I liked that Nguyet wasn't showing off. Of course, I still inquired if she had cramps:

"No, not really. Actually, sex helps me with my period. It's relaxing," she replied, probably truthfully: "And I'm really horny now, after what happened over in the kitchen," she paid her truculent stepdaughter a huge compliment in passing.

"But, Mister Ben, perhaps without licking today. You'd spread everything on my skin and face," she nodded at me, smiling impishly: "Just come on top of me!"

And there it was again, our favorite phrase. Nguyet had asked me once - after we had spent a night together at a small hotel in a different town - if I wanted to come on top of her right away, after we had just woken up, or later, after breakfast. I still thought that this was the single hottest utterance a woman could make.

Meanwhile, I had been to the kitchen to fetch us some drinks, before we would get it on. Not only because it was a hot day, but also since my lips had still tasted slightly salty, as Sachiko had peed briefly into my mouth. When I returned, our youngest was sitting next to her alleged stepmother, caressing the insides of her thighs.

"You're beautiful to watch," I commented, when I handed the ladies their glasses.

"But your thing, too," Sachiko chuckled: "I can't wait to see how you push it inside mom."

"Do you wanna help?" I offered, in turn, and Sachiko reached for my throbbing noodle.

I adjusted my forearms next to Nguyet's head, and then lowered my midsection onto hers. While Sachiko's hand was still on my shaft, I could now feel Nguyet's greasy, slick labia on my glans. Slowly, I pushed in, after I felt my throbbing knob was where it needed to be.

Of course, the silky wet sensation was heavenly: without effort, my shaft plowed through Nguyet's guava jam, consisting of blood and tissue which her uterus didn't need this month. Sachiko had probably been watching the divine in-and-out, but now, she lay down next to her stepmom, as if she wanted to take a nap.

As quiet as it was in the bedroom, we could hear the smacking typical for succulent intercourse, and First Lieutenant Kim closed her eyes to enjoy the tender languid loin twirl. Which prompted Sachiko, in turn, to shove her head between Nguyet's and my chest to nibble on my nipples, after I had propped my upper body onto my outstretched arms.

Together with the heavenly tickling around my glans, this brought me close to the brink in no time. Almost in trance, I kept pumping, muttering aroused phrase of praise: Ooooargh, hoaarr, I kept moaning, while Nguyet let go of whole cascades of cute little groans and sighs.

At some point, Sachiko slid back down to our midsections to fill her eyes with what she had come here to see today: me banging her slightly older friend, her young purported stepmother; the sheer mechanics of period sex were too fascinating, after all.

When I finally came inside my muse, it didn't feel like half a dozen of splashes but more like a continuous stream, accompanied by the feelings of relief and bliss. I didn't know if Nguyet could feel the liquid hitting her mauve cervix, but I also roared, so the ladies knew that our ribald little party today was about to be concluded.

Exhausted and panting, I lay down directly on Nguyet for perhaps a minute, before I rolled off to the side. Sachiko was looking fascinated between her stepmom's short little legs, where I was sure a red-and-white sloshy mess was presenting itself. Curiously though, our youngest didn't say anything.

When she had filled her eyes with the sight of my fat, glistening, reddish shaft as well, Sachiko shuffled off to the bathroom; perhaps to allow Nguyet and me a few minutes of unimpeded intimacy.

"Thank you, Mister Ben. My husband doesn't like period sex," she admitted.

Which was hard to believe, as kinky as Hiroshi could be. But of course, I didn't contest her words or argue, and when Sachiko stepped out of the bathroom, we got up to take a shower together. We left the door open, so that our youngest could return and join us, but she decided to lean against the door frame and watch from the distance, instead.

Still naked. While Nguyet and I were peeing onto our feet after we had turned on the water, I asked her about the new sex doll of the Ministry of the Interior:

"Oh yes, Mister Ben, I almost forgot: We still need to teach it... or her... table manners. Do you want to do this here, or at the older guesthouse, where you met her?" First Lieutenant Kim asked me, for some reason.

"Here sounds good. But, in the end, the location may not matter too much," I just shrugged shoulders.

Before she would answer, First Lieutenant Kim reached for my neck to pull me down, so that we could kiss once more. Kneading her lovely, slightly sagging MILF boobs and her nimble little butt, I saw from the corner of my eye that Sachiko had come over again. Did she want to be kissed, too?

„Mom, you said that if I do well on my big math test, I have a wish," she reminded her dad's new wife.

Well, I already had a hunch what she would ask for.

"Nope, Sachiko. I know what you want, but you. just. can't," First Lieutenant Kim was firm: "Forget about it!"

"But, mom: I'll have my period again in ten days... pleeease," Sachiko pleaded: "You could watch, mom..."

Oh, boy! First Lieutenant Kim and I looked at each other, suppressing our excitement. Well, could we reject Sachiko's most titillating offer?