The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 29

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 29 - Mira and Quyen are getting to know each other

Hi Douglas,

Hiroshi has to go to Haiphong this week, but then he has two weeks off. Do you want to go to the hot springs with me and perhaps, Hanh and Ly? And maybe Quyen?

Your loving Nguyet

Well, going to the thermal springs with my muse and the two pregnant masseuses sounded like a plan, although Nguyet and I had been trying, for weeks, to arrange for the ultimate Golden Shower debauchery: Her husband Hiroshi wanted to witness our muse squatting over my face while blowing me, during which we both were to pee; ideally, concurrently.

Hiroshi, in turn, would be banging another lady from behind on the same bed, so that they both could watch Nguyet and me. Yes, he did have some rather unusual kinks, but this elaborate scene also seemed the capstone of Nguyet's and my affair, which lasted about seven years, had spiraled so splendidly out of hand, and now was to come to an end soon.

Hiroshi was the Vice President for Commercial Property at a large real-estate company, which operated all over Southeast Asia. Needless to say, he needed to travel a lot in his position, so that the wonderfully depraved session had to be postponed again, but the ladies loved trips to the hot springs, where we could frolic naked and freely give in to our inclinations.

Including the pissing. Hanh and her aunt Ly were both pregnant and, presumably ludicrously horny. As the former was blind, she particularly enjoyed outings to the thermal springs, as she was house-bound most of her days. Since my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines was Hanh's girlfriend, I surmised she would join us, but I still asked Nguyet:

Of course, your beloved sweetheart will be there, too. And, the good news is she has decided to stay here in our town for a few more weeks, my muse wrote back.

Mira had scored a good teaching position at an International School in Taiwan, which probably started on September 1st, so that we would have another four or five weeks together. I had been worried I would never see her again, since she had wanted to relocate around the end of July, but now I was relieved.

It had taken Nguyet and me several tries to find the second lady for what Hiroshi had set his mind to, but eventually Quyen had agreed to the unusual foursome, during which Nguyet and I would pee onto each other, while Hiroshi would bang Quyen on the same bed. From behind.

As it looked like I was going to the hot springs with at least four ladies, if not five, I asked Nguyet to invite Hoang along - a young colleague of hers, who Mira really liked and who had been a member of our orgy posse for years - but my muse told me that Hoang was away for a week:

He's in Vinh, for some corporate training, Douglas.

It was a bit odd to invite Quyen along, I thought, because she only knew Nguyet, as far as I knew, but perhaps the latter had taken her to Ly and Hanh's massage parlor recently and introduced her to the two charming pregnant relatives. In her room upstairs, Hanh offered pussy massages, which had been my idea and become a veritable success over the last few years.

I was sure that Quyen would enjoy having her treasure treated by Hanh's dexterous, nimble hands. It certainly helped that Hanh was blind, as her clients were probably more relaxed if the masseuse wasn't able to see their snatches. I wasn't sure if Hanh's aunt Ly offered the same treatment; perhaps, I would ask them at the pool.

Nguyet and I wrote back and forth some more, during which she told me that Quyen was actually quite eager to have sex with another woman. Nguyet had been the very first lady Quyen had experienced lesbian sex with, but now, she was apparently ready to expand her horizon some more, for which the relaxed atmosphere at the hot springs - to which she may have never been - seemed outright ideal.

The funny thing was, though, that Nguyet had to attend some important meeting, while Hanh - who suffered from Neuromyelitis optica - wasn't feeling well enough to go on a trip to the thermal springs. Which meant that her pregnant aunt Ly had to stay at home as well, which left Mira and Quyen - who didn't know each other. And yours truly, of course.

When Quyen told me that she only had an hour-and-a-half over lunch, however, we scrapped the trip and decided to meet at the old vacant hotel in town, which was slated for renovation, Nguyet had told me. In other words, pregnant, as Ly and Hanh were, with Mira leaving town soon, and Nguyet and Hiroshi trying to conceive a child, our orgy circle was coming to an end.

But before, we would party hard a few more times. Since Mira and Quyen didn't know each other well, I proposed we come up with some cheerful, cheeky role-play, since I didn't like those Hey, let's meet and fuck arrangements. Mira promised to think of an idea, but then I didn't hear from her again, but Quyen reminded me that we didn't have much more than an hour:

Douglas, if we pretend we don't know each other, it'll take too much time, she was certain.

Anticipating some sort of piss-play with Mira and Quyen, I only bought some lemonade, guava juice, and water, instead of beer, and then went straight to the vacant hotel, which had seen so much debauchery over the years. I arrived early, since I always wanted to smoke a ciggy outside, and now I was wondering what the next hour-and-a-half would bring.

Although Mira and I were the urophilia couple par excellence, would Quyen's presence inhibit Mira? But then, she was only going to be in town for another five weeks, at the most. And Quyen had enjoyed our sweet piss-play immensely, two weeks back, so I was rather hopeful that the three of us would end up partying pretty hard again today.

As the ladies were a bit late, I lit another ciggy and thought of Gemini, with whom I had such a surprising little adventure just a few days back: We had been at the only bar in our town that offered beer on tap, where she asked me if it was actually true that I wanted the devastatingly cute petite waitress to pee on me.

And things had escalated nicely from there: After talking about Golden Showers for almost an hour, Gemini and I had ended up at her bedroom at her school, where it turned out, though, that she wasn't quite ready to splash me with her fine urine. Instead, Gemini rode and then blew me, until I came in her mouth and on her right boob, before she did pee in the shower.

With my hand between her legs. Which was cute and not disappointing at all. I couldn't wait to see her again. Right when the thought occurred to me that, today, Quyen might want to prepare herself mentally for the incredible debauchery with Hiroshi and Nguyet and see if watching a micturating couple could arouse her as much as Hiroshi, I saw the two young ladies on their respective scooters approaching.

Riding next to each other, as friends do, in Vietnam. Which was a lovely sight, as it promised a much freer and more raucous sex-party over lunch. Perhaps, they had met at Hanh's house and gotten acquainted a bit already? Well, Hanh and Ly's house was on the way from the International School, where Quyen worked, to the hotel here.

Since the large metal entrance door was already half-open, the two of them simply drove past me and straight in, only briefly interrupting their friendly chatter. Mira was wearing a relatively short blue skirt, which may have been part of her school uniform, but since it was hot today, she wasn't sporting pantyhose.

Which was fine, as she had the finest thighs of them all. Yes, they had already looked delish a second ago, and now I stepped inside and closed the screeching metal door, before I put the padlock through the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed. Looking at my favorite ex-colleague's perfect young legs was sending the first shivers of arousal through my metabolism.

Quyen, on the other hand, was wearing the same combo as always, since she was on her lunch break: the International School's purple polo, combined with a grey pleated skirt and sneakers. Her relatively large heaving chest caught my attention, but then I grabbed the old curtains that we used to prepare the bed, which we had hung up over the banister here to dry the last time we had been here.

When Mira and I kissed to say hello, Quyen piously looked away and began to rummage through the stuff she kept under the seat of her Yamaha, but when we were done, she simply grabbed my hand - without a kiss.

"I met Mira at Hanh and Ly's house," Quyen was beaming, seeming exceedingly glad that she had met the three.

"Have you had a massage there, too?" I inquired on the way up.

"Yes, the day before yesterday," Quyen chuckled, but instead of relaying more details, she just told me how big the bellies of the two relatives already were.

"Ly massaged me. Hanh wasn't feeling well," she added, without divulging if the treatment had included her pussy.

I didn't want to ask, though. Instead, I said I hoped Hanh would feel better soon.

"She's already better," Mira told me, who had taken my other hand in the meantime.

Upstairs, on the fourth floor, in the only remaining furnished room, nothing had changed. In the past, there had always been some traffic in between my visits here, but Nguyet's cute petite colleague Thuy was married again, Sally was about to move to Saigon, where Charlie was already living, and Mira's former girlfriend, Emily, had disappeared altogether.

And Ly and Hanh were both heavily pregnant. Casey had purportedly found her path back into the lair of the Christian church; Nguyet had bumped into her recently. That day, Casey was reading the Bible on a park bench, wearing an old-fashioned greyish-greenish dress; a scene that turned me on like only a few others.

Casey was the first I ever had anal sex with, and I was damn sure that I would have gently closed the Holy Book and tried to take her here, to the old vacant hotel, to polish her fine sphincter with my throbbing knob.

Mira was wearing a light, white, short-sleeved shirt, which had some blue writing over her modest chest. It looked like the blouse was part of her school uniform, too, which she brought back from the Philippines maybe two years back to lend authenticity to our teacher-student roleplays, which had turned out exceedingly well.

The cool thing was, though, that I could sense a blue bra under the relatively thin fabric, which I didn't think I had seen before. Gazing and gawking at Mira's small chest, we got interrupted, however:

"Hey, I need to take a shower, first," Quyen stated: "I took one this morning, but it's so hot," she explained herself.

I didn't find it particularly hot today; instead of 98 degrees, it was 'only' about 88 or 90, but it was pretty balmy, sure. And Quyen certainly wanted to be at her best for her very first time with Mira. So, I just drew the curtains half-way, after I had opened a window, before I prepared the bed with the two folded curtains that I had brought up from the lobby.

When Quyen was only wearing her underwear, she quickly went over to the single bed to grab the long white dress she had worn in high school. She had brought it here the previous time we had met, since she knew I loved looking at her when she was wearing nothing but the long innocent dress:

"Shall I put it on afterwards?" she giggled.

Both, Mira and I, were looking at Quyen's fairly massive bush under the white front of her simple cotton panties, which looked fairly new. Since no one was saying anything, Quyen unceremoniously relieved herself of her bra, and now we got distracted by her large pair of boobs, which she knew I liked.

Thirsty, as we all were, I still fixed us drinks, first; ogling Quyen's strapping body. And her impressively large bush. Some hairs were sticking out on the sides; just the way I loved it. The air in the rom wasn't just hot but also crackling, for the lack of a better word, but then Mira relieved some of the tension, saying that the three of us should take a shower together:

"I think that's better."

Of course, she was right: that way, the two young women could get to know each other in a playful, mirthful way. It would be impossible to build a nice arch of erotic tension, but they were right: it was hot, and a quick shower would refresh us and put us in the mood.

Quyen didn't seem to mind at all and took off her panties, while Mira was undressing as well. Of course, I relieved myself of my clothes as quickly as I could, but noticed that Mira's tight dark-blue pair of panties - which were at least four inches high on the sides - was probably the single most elegant and beautiful item she owned.

She could have easily worn those navy-blue undies on the beach; together with her bra, the set looked astoundingly elegant. And kinda expensive. The way she was now lasciviously pushing her undies down her perfect thighs was quite a sight to behold. Quyen seemed as enamored as I was, but when we were all naked, we just moseyed into the bathroom.

The best thing about Mira's panties was that they wrapped her pussy boat-hull perfectly. Yes, Mira's snatch always reminded me of a toy boat, as it protruded quite a bit between her fairly long, slender legs. Yes, her outer labia formed a perfect unit, which one was able to see if Mira was just standing up, while Quyen's lips were much larger, resembling two small bananas.

The cool thing about Quyen's pussy was, however, that her fleshy pair of inner lips formed a vertical strip of mauve flesh, which one could also spot when she was just standing up, naked. But Quyen's bush was much larger than Mira's, and also darker. Unrulier. Wilder. More savory, and less elegant. Much less so.

I didn't know if Quyen had spotted Mira's elegant little pussy and how snugly her dark-blue panties had enwrapped it, but the whole scene caused my cock to grow, pump, and twitch, of course. What a blessing it was that Mira wasn't leaving next week.

"I've never undressed in front of another woman," Quyen giggled, briefly covering her crotch his both hands: "Apart from Mrs. Nguyet."

"And now, Mira," I added, needlessly, as Mira was soaping her hands.

"Well, we're all naked. So, it's okay," the latter added, pointing at my cock, which was dangling heavily here in the tropical heat.

"Douglas, I need to pee, but are we going to do it together?" Mira was curious, not ashamed of talking about her - our - leanings: "You don't mind, Quyen, huh?" she still inquired.

Charming. Disarmingly so.

"No, you guys go ahead," Quyen only nodded, before she told Mira what she had done with me here, two weeks earlier: "I never thought that peeing together during sex could be so... so lovely... and exciting," she added, for the lack of better words.

Now, we were soaping each other's bodies, and I noticed that Quyen - who had a tendency to put on weight - was admiring Mira's slender graceful frame; almost as if she was tad envious. Perhaps, she also would have preferred Mira's boat hull pussy, with her inner labia folding up so nicely.

In the end, we decided to pee right here in the shower to save ourselves the trouble of having to change the bedsheet again, even before our rousing loin twirl proper would begin. And we would have to take yet another shower, afterward.

"We'll do it again, on the bed, at the end," Quyen was optimistic, but then she blushed as if she was afraid that she had plowed ahead too far.

Unlike the previous time I had been here with Quyen, I didn't sit down on the ledge surrounding the shower but just remained standing, letting the ladies pee on my feet. Their joyful jets were crossing and causing the ice to melt. Both young ladies were giggling, but at some point, I stepped behind Mira, since I knew that she always enjoyed it if I pressure-washed her butt crack.

Since I had done the same thing with Quyen the last time, the latter stepped around to watch me pulling Mira's girlish butt cheeks apart, before I let go. I swung my cock up and down a bit, but eventually pressed my glans directly onto Mira's light pulsating sphincter, which always reminded me of a raw squid or octopus ring.

I assumed that Mira had rinsed her rectum this same morning, so I wasn't afraid of any Nutella leaking out of her, but I knew that she liked having the cavity behind her anus flushed with my tepid jet. Quyen was blushing and giggling, but she surely gave off the vibe that she found what we were doing incredibly hot.

Of course, I couldn't be entirely sure if Mira agreed that a girl she didn't know well was watching me pissing inside her rectum, but then, on the other hand, by coming here together, the three of us had tacitly agreed to let go of all inhibitions and social norms.

As warm as it was, we only dried ourselves very quickly, but when Mira noticed that the blue fitted sheet needed some adjusting, she bent over to put on some finishing touches. When she pressed her little light butt backward, as she was bending over, her brown, barely hairy peach between her perfect young legs looked utterly delish: succulent and juicy, ripe and ready.

Somehow, Mira then ended up sitting between Quyen and me, on the edge of the mattress. I turned my upper body by about 45 degrees to face her, and I caught Quyen again looking longingly at Mira's small disc-like breasts, which seemed already swollen. I licked my fingertips, before I tenderly fondled the tender flesh under and around Mira's small pink areolas, which prompted Quyen to hesitatingly reach for the tempting fruit as well.

Yes, Mira's small boobs always reminded me of crumpets; not just the size but also their texture. Flickering over Mira's developing nipple and admiring her little dark-brown bush, I asked the ladies if today was their very first time of having sex together:

"Yes, but Mira's told me already that she's bisexual," Quyen said, seeming darn sure that Mira had the hots for her.

The latter looked super-relaxed; especially now, after she had propped her upper body on her outstretched arms next to and a bit behind her. She, too, clearly enjoyed the tender curious caresses, with which we were spoiling her slim frame. It was heartwarming to see how much more open and comfortable with her own, slightly androgynous body Mira had become over the last four years.

After Quyen had played with Mira's boobs for another minute, she remarked that they were similar to Mrs. Nguyet's. I didn't think so - my muse's were rounder, slightly larger, had a more classical shape, even though they were also sagging a bit - but decided not to contest Quyen's claim. I mean, what would we have gained?

Meanwhile, Mira had reached for my cock, with which she was absentmindedly playing, while enjoying our caresses. It was only about half-stiff, and so I put one foot up onto the bed, so that Mira could lean against my leg and had her hands free to continue her tender treatment. But now, Quyen asked if she could kneel on the floor, between Mira's thighs:

"You know, the only pussy I have ever seen is Mrs. Nguyet's," Quyen explained her curiosity: "But hers is totally different from mine," she giggled, before promising Mira that she could also examine her pussy and grabbing a pillow to kneel on.

"Your pussies are both really beautiful," I stated the truth: "But totally different as well."

Now kneeling on the floor, between Mira's perfect thighs, Quyen put her forearms on the latter like on a banister, before her fingers began to caress Mira's slim belly. Plucking and playing with Mira's sparse pubic hair, Quyen seemed to be gathering the courage to push her knees back and lean further forward, directly into the center of our universe.

Yes, it would take another minute or ten, before Quyen would kiss Mira's nether lips, but that was fine, of course: such things took time, and I wasn't going to push her. In the meantime, Mira and I kissed again; partially, it seemed, to not give Quyen the feeling that she was being watched.

At some point, I contorted my upper body further - as small as Mira was - to be able to take one of her crumpets into my mouth. I then let my tongue flicker over her pumping, surprisingly large and stiff nipple, but eventually, I kneeled on the bed with my torso upright, so that Mira could suck my cock, while Quyen was exploring her elegant boat-hull.

Should I kneel down on the floor, too, next to Quyen, so that we could dive into Mira's treasure together? Did she want me to be her wingman or be shown how pussy is licked? No, again: I decided against the project; partially, because there wouldn't be enough room and then, Mira was a divine bloweress.

No, Quyen shouldn't feel pressured into something that she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted it. I tried to remember if she had licked Nguyet's snatch during that one rainy afternoon, when we had ended up in the maid's chamber on the sixth floor. As far as I recalled, however, Quyen had only seen Nguyet's pussy but not touched nor licked it.

No, Quyen hadn't pried Nguyet's nether lips apart to take a good look at the relatively dark folds of flesh inside my muse's vaginal vestibule. At least, Quyen was now pecking Mira's divine thighs and squeezing her flesh a bit more forcefully, but the cunnilingus proper was still about to happen.

I can't say how exactly, but at some point, the three of us ended up in the middle of the bed. Mira and I were lying on our backs, next to each other. She snuggled up against my armpit and shoulder, while Quyen had decided to blow me a bit. After we had readjusted our bodies once more, I was able to play with Mira's bob, reaching around her small frame.

While Quyen was blowing me, she kept ogling Mira's elegant little pussy below her sparse bush, which I was unable to see at the moment, the way we were positioned. Perhaps, Quyen was still thinking about pulling Mira's snatch open and licking her, but she didn't seem to be able to muster her courage quite yet and thus kept bobbing her head up and down my greasy shaft.

"But later, you'll put on your dress from high-school?" I tried to get some reassurance.

"Yeah, yeah," Quyen was huffing and puffing, as if to say Don't you worry.

"Quyen, you could kneel over Douglas' chest. Then, we could see your ass," Mira cracked up, in her inimitable tinny teenage-boy laugh.

Quyen hesitated, probably unsure if she wanted Mira and me to look straight up her pussy and butthole, although we were also slated to try anal sex soon. Perhaps not today, though; with Mira here. To gracefully get out of the predicament - of course, Quyen didn't want to be a coward - she proposed that Mira could ride me now, as my cock was clearly ready.

I wasn't sure why she didn't just wrap her own generous sheath over my throbbing noodle; maybe she was concerned that I wouldn't lick her treasure, after I had come inside her. Or she wanted Mira have a go, first, because she knew that we had known each other for much longer.

Be that as it may, since Mira and I hadn't done it for a relatively long time, she eagerly slipped out from under my right arm and slid along my body to swing her young frame over my midsection. Interestingly, facing away from me, looking at my feet, which prompted Quyen to take Mira's spot right next to me.

Mira had been rubbing my glans between her beveled pink inner labia, first, but now the pair fit snugly over it. And so, she pressed her weight downward, wiggling her girlish little butt along with it. Her smooth light anus was a bit open and looking at Quyen and me like a third eye or a camera lens.

Positioned like that, Mira's ass appeared more womanly than it was, and we were watching mesmerized how her labia were traveling upward on my shaft at least half-way, every time she lifted her butt. I also kept an eye on her rosette, which I expected to open further over the next ten minutes, which prompted a strong urge on my part, again, to have anal sex.

When Quyen giggled and bit my earlobe, I got distracted, but also concluded that backdoor sex might be too much today, with Quyen around, for the very first time. This is so much hotter than sex with my boyfriend, I now heard her chuckle in the distance, falling in love more and more with Mira's squid-ring sphincter.

Although Mira had found the perfect rhythm, riding my shaft at medium speed, she still interrupted herself to turn around, so that we could also admire her enthralling front, including her crumpets, which had swelled some more in the meantime. As she was thrusting her ass more forcefully and faster now, after she had turned around, they even began to bob, which prompted Quyen to exuberantly bite my earlobe again.

The fact that Quyen was watching Mira riding me seemed to give wings to our cheerful fuck but, knowing her voyeuristic tendencies, Mira probably couldn't wait to watch me bang Quyen in half-an-hour.

"Hey, let's switch!" Mira suddenly proposed, panting, which did come as a surprise to both, Quyen and me.

Did she simply want to be polite? But could Quyen decline? I briefly thought of my encounter with Gemini again, which also had elements of a test of courage and, sure enough, now Quyen got on her knees to scoot three feet down to replace Mira.

Well, not so quick: After my favorite ex-colleague had dismounted, she kneeled perpendicular to me to blow my cock, but then she let Quyen take over. The latter seemed unperturbed that traces of Mira's juices were on my shaft, as she was sucking more heartily now - before it was Mira's turn again.

As the two of them seemed unable to decide who should ride me all the way into the sunset, I rose onto my knees and made my way over to Quyen, whose butt crack I then brushed my wet throbbing glans, before I lowered my ass onto my heels to shove my eager cock up Quyen's wet, sticky sheath from behind.

I instantly embraced her upper body and took her firm large tits in my hands, while she wiggled her ass, until she knew my cock was all the way up inside her. Quyen gasped and let out a first cascade of aroused shrieks, but then began to thrust downward, so that I stopped moving and let her polish my rod, instead.

When Mira lay down in front of Quyen and spread her legs, I let go of the latter, who then fell forward into Mira's petite young lap - where Quyen then nibbled on her young skin again. From my vantage point behind Quyen's back and ass, I wasn't able to make out how close Quyen was to Mira's elegant pussy, but that didn't matter, at this point.

Now, we were perfectly united: Quyen was kneeling between Mira and me, connecting us, which meant that, while I was fucking Quyen heartily, while she could explore Mira's lap a bit more. Quyen had complained more than once that - although she liked kneeling in front of a guy - she hated the fact that she was either staring at the wall or the bed during the rousing act.

Not today, baby. Although having another couple fucking here would certainly have been even hotter. Or maybe, not. For a young woman such as Quyen, who wanted to experience lesbian sex, having the chance to lose herself in Mira's young lap while being banged from behind was probably as good as it gets. Had Quyen already noticed Mira's long clit, though?

Even though I couldn't see exactly what Quyen was doing with her mouth in Mira's lap: the latter was laughing at me past Quyen's back, and the cacophony of aroused grunts, moans, and coos told me that we were on track to a thoroughly satisfying little conclusion. No one would go home today unfucked or unsatisfied.

In said spirit, I switched to banging Quyen faster and harder, which elicited a whole series of succulent smacking noises that reverberated off the walls and the ceiling; and now, Quyen began to squirt. Which Mira may have noticed as well, as she had pushed herself toward me, under Quyen, so that I now, looking past my thrusting cock, could see my favorite boat-hull pussy, which was already half-open.

While Quyen was able to suck Mira's modest breasts. During the last minute, I kept looking longingly at Mira's perfect snatch, which gave my system a boost: Oooaarh, oooaarh! I kept hollering, with one finger almost inside Quyen's anus, which was rather responsive and appeared surprisingly soft and malleable.

Since Mira didn't know of Quyen's frustration - of not being able to see anything rousing during intercourse on her knees - my sweet ex-colleague crawled out from under Quyen to witness our climax. And perhaps, the ensuing creampie. Now kneeling next to me with her upper body upright, Mira offered me her little crumpets once more, which I had never seen so swollen.

Well, maybe it hadn't been about the creampie, as Mira swung herself back under Quyen, like a car mechanic, to suck her large dangling boobs. Her legs were wide open, which was quite a sight to behold, of course, and I noticed that now even Mira squirted. Her lips were glistening wet, and I couldn't wait to fuck her as soon as I would be able to again.

Eventually, Mira joined me again, however; here, behind Quyen's strapping sweaty butt. Contorting my upper body once more, I tried to take one of Mira's titties into my mouth, but then I erupted: Hollering and moaning, my elixir was making its way up from deep down my labyrinth, before the cool whitish flakes leaped toward Quyen's mauve cervix.

When my midsection had stopped twitching, I took another bite from Mira's crumpets, before I reached around Quyen again to grab one of her, much larger, tits. Which prompted Mira to fling herself back on the bed with her back, but now with her head right underneath Quyen's dripping hairy pussy.

It was amusing to watch how eagerly Mira was waiting for some liquid to drip down from Quyens sheath and vestibule - and the latter not being aware of what was happening right under her beguiling ass. Mira grinned at me, but when Quyen moved to sit down at the headrest, neither of us told her to stop.

Quyen looked exhausted, of course, and so Mira settled next to Quyen's thigh, sitting on one of hers, like the Little Mermaid. Of course, Mira placed one hand on Quyen's leg right away, pretty close to her wet and tousled bush, and when she saw the first drops of whitish elixir ooze out from between Quyen's inner labia, she took a dollop to smear it onto Quyen's formidable boob.

"This is awesome," giggled Mira, fondling Quyen's boob, while the latter just smiled at us.

I was kinda waiting for Mira to reach inside Quyen's pumping fleshy pussy to excavate more cum, which she then could smear all over Quyen's strapping body or her own. Or, Mira could even throw herself on her belly and suck some of the jizz out; especially now that Quyen had opened her legs further.

But Mira seemed content with looking at Quyen's wet, smeared, and exhausted pussy, including the quite impressive creampie. There was a surprisingly large puddle of various liquids right under Quyen's perineum, and now, we could even see whitish bubbles - that I believed I could even hear pop. Which may have been just an illusion.

I loved how open, literally, Quyen was presenting herself. She let Mira and me fill our eyes with her beguiling, tantalizing midsection, but I still got up to fetch us some drinks. After I had brought the ladies two glasses with refreshments and ice, I went over to the window to smoke; perhaps, they would appreciate some privacy - and then dig deeper into each other.

Accordingly, I tried not to look at the two of them on the bed, while I was smoking, so that Mira and Quyen could give in to their inclinations, without having the feeling of constantly being watched. I could hear them whispering and giggling behind my back, and my hunch that today would not be the last time that the two of them had sex grew.

At some point, both young ladies got up to go to the bathroom together, though. I was hoping, almost praying, that they would just wash the cum off their skin and hands, before Quyen would finally put on her long white dress from high school. Or did they want to pee as well?

No, it didn't sound like it, and they had also left the door open. When they came back out, still giggling and chatting with each other, Quyen went straight for the single bed, where her dress had been located since last week and got the generously-tailored, also white, pants out, which had been rolled up in between.

Mira instantly tried on the legwear and, as she wasn't wearing panties, we could make out her little brown bush behind the fabric. Which was a cute little scene, although the trousers were too big for her, so that she had to hold the waistband. While both girls were giggling and blushing, Quyen suggested Mira try on the dress, instead, and so Mira stepped out of the pants.

Of course, the dress was also too large for our slender pixie. As well as too long. She still looked endearing, like some nymphet on a misty spring morning. As generous as the dress was, we couldn't make out her little bush, this time, which would have been the icing on the proverbial cake. At least, the material was resting on Mira's fairly stiff nipples, which was also a nice touch.

"When did the two of you have sex for the first time?" asked Quyen us suddenly.

"Three... four years ago, during Covid," Mira replied.

"Really?! I thought you were younger than me," Quyen was surprised, but Mira told her, in her inimitable teenage boy chuckle:

"Not, I'm already 27."

Well, Mira did look like a high-school student, especially in her blue skirt and white simple blouse, which together looked like a school uniform. And then, she was wearing braces again, after she had had them removed about two years back. And Mira was also three inches shorter and decidedly slimmer than Quyen.

Only her short, dyed hair kinda gave it away that she couldn't be attending school anymore. No girl had such a spiffy hairdo, and students weren't even allowed to dye their hair here, in Vietnam. Although, maybe during summer break, they could.

"Yeah, I thought you were still in school... or, at university," Quyen dreamily responded, seeming puzzled and unconvinced, as if she thought that Mira was taking her for a ride.

Anyway, now Quyen grabbed her dress and put it on, which she knew would entice me to the utmost. As the fabric was close to her skin in the front, both, her nipples and tits as well as her large black bush were clearly visible under the material, which was a revoltingly hot sight to behold.

Mira nodded at me with pursed lips, as she knew what was going through my mind but then, Quyen took her dress off again, as if she was too fascinated by Mira's slim and slender frame, her small disc-liked boobs, her sparse brown bush and long clit, which was peeking out from between and above her nether lips like a macadamia nut.

Somehow, we ended up at the table, where Quyen began to rummage through her backpack, while I was pouring us some more drinks and putting fresh ice in all three glasses. Eventually, we sauntered back over to the bed, and I saw that Quyen was holding a large pack of cookies or wavers, which the girls presumably had bought on the way.

"Douglas, they didn't have those nice cookies we had here, the last time," Quyen sounded disappointed.

Yes, those Jaffa-cake-like treats had been nice, but the chocolate wavers her were also pretty good. Meanwhile, I was lying on my back, watching the two naked damsels, who both ended up resting their heads on my large and fairly soft body: Quyen had her head on my thigh, while Mira's was closer, on my belly.

"Douglas took my virginity, actually," Mira now said quietly, right as I was wondering how much of our relationship we wanted to divulge to Quyen.

"Right at the first time you did it together?" Quyen was instantly curious.

"No, it all started with weekly blowjobs in my room at the school, where we used to work together."

"And then, I asked you if you couldn't pee for me," I chuckled, thinking of Gemini again.

And Trang, the little waitress.

"And? Did you do it?" Quyen inquired.

"Sure. At first, I thought he just wanted to watch. And so, I prepared the floor with an old blanket and sat down on my swivel-chair, after I had blown him. And then I peed, in the middle of my bedroom," she cracked up again in her teenage boy laugh.

Quyen found this scene so interesting and rousing that she immediately proposed we do something similar today.

"You know, this is our very first time together," she explained herself: "Or do you want Mira to actually pee on you, Douglas?"

"Oh, I haven't thought about it, actually," I replied truthfully: "I could just watch you, yes. Sure," I laughed, before I grabbed two more of the wavers.

"In the Philippines, pretty much everybody is Catholic. Sex before marriage is frowned upon and so, young women often blow their boyfriends. Maybe, they also have anal sex, but people don't talk about that," Mira summarized, but her mentioning her home country made me think of Gemini again.

And then also Casey, who Nguyet had caught sitting on a park bench recently, reading the Bible. Casey, whose actually name was Truc, was Vietnamese, though. But also, Christian.

"Were you happy that it happened, before you got married?" Quyen asked.

"It was bound to happen. I knew I couldn't blow him forever. We had to move on..."

"But maybe, you need to add that you resorted to blowing me, because you were ashamed of your long clit and didn't want me to see it," I said, unsure if I hadn't divulged too much.

But then, Mira's long clit was right there, in broad daylight. I noticed that the peeing must have happened after we had had real sex for at least two times, as I was certain that she hadn't done it after I deflowered her, but I didn't say anything.

Naturally, Quyen had sat up, in the meantime; perhaps, to get a better look of Mira's lap, where the little lust stud was twitching happily above Mira's elegant beveled inner labia.

"Yeah, I noticed, earlier," Quyen nodded, and Mira was perhaps wondering if she shouldn't invite Quyen directly to take a good long look.

As if pulled by strings, all three of us changed our positions now: in the end, Mira was still on her back, while Quyen and I were near her perfect thighs; Quyen to Mira's left, while my face was close to her right hip and thigh. Quyen instantly began to caress Mira's smooth light skin next to her sparse brown bush, but then Quyen's curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled Mira's pussy open with the tips of her index and middle fingers.

After Quyen had admired Mira's cute little anomaly for a few seconds, she began to kiss her thighs, omitting the area near her pussy. After Quyen was acquainted with the smell and taste of Mira's young skin, the latter encouraged her to slide a bit closer and take her clit into her mouth:

"You can touch it... my clitoris... everything," Mira whispered with her belly heaving.

I noticed again that her little crumpets were nicely swollen; they looked as if they were about to burst. Now, Mira opened her legs as wide as she could, and Quyen hesitatingly dug deeper, which brought her ass up in the back. Should I rim her sphincter with my tongue? I wondered but decided against it, as moving as it was just to watch the two ladies:

Quyen was playing with Mira's clit, which had grown, meanwhile. Carefully, Quyen pushed the folds of skin back and up to peel Mira's lust stud out of its awning, before she leaned forward further and began to nibble on the little rubber antenna.

Well, since I didn't want to remain completely passive, I repositioned myself once more to suck Mira's girlish breasts. As a result, her whole body began to convulse and heave; especially, after I had begun to bite her nipples tenderly. Quyen was still busy in Mira's lap, and now it even sounded as if she - or both of them? - had squirted again.

Oh, yeah: Mira was on her way to a profound orgasm if things continued the way they were going. She kept uttering cute little cascades of joyous moans and shrieks, while her whole slender body was responding. Should we keep Mira on this level of arousal and postpone further stimulation? By telling Quyen the story how her boyfriend had betrayed her?

"Well, do you want me to tell Quyen what happened during that Skype call with your boyfriend, on the ship? Our story with the weekly blowjobs makes more sense that way..."

Since Mira didn't respond, however, apart from tossing her head around, I refrained from relaying the whole piquant tale; next time. And Quyen was busy herself; she didn't care for stories, as rousing as they might be. No, she had just opened her first pussy ever with her fingers and was now relishing the fresh and slightly salty salmon-colored flesh inside.

The cutest scene occurred when Quyen prodded Mira's clit with the tip of her tongue, which caused all of us to laugh refreshingly. Quyen seemed relieved that she had overcome her trepidation, while Mira was certainly happy that there was absolutely no need to be ashamed of any facet of her stunning young body any longer.

To celebrate, I decided on a few more rounds on Mira's crumpets, carefully licking the circle of light blisters around her small pink areolas. Mira placed both of her hands onto Quyen's roundish soft shoulders as if to say Thank you, but then our ravishing friend from the Philippines divulged that she needed to pee.

Of course, this was another existential moment. To get up and go, either, to the bathroom or the table would have been cowardly, in the widest sense - and utterly counter-climactic. Quyen looked at me for a suggestion or action; she probably thought that I could just place my open mouth directly over Mira's little fountain.

But then, Quyen didn't seem ready to quit the field; now that she had started her exploration and anatomy lesson. And so, Quyen simply got up to fetch one more of those old curtains we kept here in the room for said purpose, which she then quickly stuffed under Mira's little butt.

This whole scene reminded me a bit of our Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions, which we had set up here in this very room to help our friend - Mira's girlfriend Hanh's aunt - Ly conceive. Yes, Mira was lying on the bed, needing to pee, like a hospital patient, but the idea to shove one of the drapes under her butt to catch the frothy libation was pure genius.

Yes, now Bob was our uncle, and Mira seemed exceedingly happy that she didn't have to get up to pee, in her aroused state. Without pressing her lower pelvis, Mira just let go and let her fine urine amuse us: like a living room fountain, her pee was gushing upward in cute little cascades, which caused the ladies to giggle almost uncontrollably.

Since the tepid jet was passing her long clit, stimulating it along the way, Mira let out a few more excited shrieks, which reverberated off the walls and the ceiling. Quyen smiled endearingly as she was watching the charming, slightly depraved but also utterly harmless, almost wholesome spectacle, and she even uttered:

"This is so... sooo nice..."

The sound, the smell, and the whole scene were causing my cock to grow considerably, and I decidedly felt ready to mount my favorite ex-colleague from the Philippines, for what would, in all likelihood, one of our last times. Ever.

Since Quyen had leaned forward into the jet to have Mira's pee dabble her lips, I decided not to be rash and go straight for Mira's lap, pushing Quyen aside. Instead, I settled for Mira's mouth, in which my cock was now thrusting again. Kneeling near Mira's head, I had lowered my ass to almost my heels, and now, she was bobbing her head up and down my ever-swelling rod.

"This is sooo hot," Quyen cooed now, licking her lips, before she got up quickly to fetch her glass from the nightstand and wash the taste of Mira's lovely piss from her mouth.

When I saw my beloved Mira lying here, all wet from the navel down, an unstoppable urge to fuck her washed all over me. And so, I simply mounted her without further ado. Sure, I could have licked her, first, and suck all the messenger substances off her young skin, but there was no need; the sheer sight of her small, slightly androgynous wet body aroused me so much that I pushed my cock up her sticky sheath and unceremoniously began to thrust.

I've never fucked Mira after she just peed, I thought to myself, but then I remembered that once, on the day before Christmas, she had offered herself half-naked, covered loosely by a bunch of blankets and only wearing her PJ's top, in her room at the school, like a Christmas present.

She had remained completely passive over the next half-an-hour, but as I was licking her little snatch, she had let go and peed on me. And then, I had mounted her. One day, I would share that story with Quyen, perhaps.

Pumping somewhat languidly between Mira's young perfect legs, perhaps for the penultimate time, I saw no need to change anything. No, we weren't going to reposition ourselves to offer Quyen a better view. The latter would be absolutely content with the scene she was witnessing, I was sure.

I could hear and see her move about from the corner of my eye; after Quyen had been near our heads for a bit, it seemed that she was now sitting next to our midsections; perhaps to watch the divine in-and-out for the first time ever, live.

As long as we had known and as much we trusted each other, our quick and simple missionary fuck was still heavenly. Mira had closed her eyes under my chest, as I could see after I had positioned my upper body onto my outstretched arms. What made everything even hotter, almost like a dance, was that she was thrusting her pelvis upward.

With all the commotion, my cock had grown as large as it would get and was now all the way up Mira's tight sheath. Although Quyen didn't have a dick working inside her birth canal, she was still yodeling as she was getting fucked as well. Being watched by Quyen was so stimulating that we were able to reach new heights of arousal and satisfaction.

Mira was kneading my butt cheeks, something she hardly ever did during sex. Now, she even pinched them, before she scratched my back, writhing, hollering, and moaning underneath my large chest. When I felt my elixir rising, the question was crossing my mind if Quyen and I would pee onto each other, after Mira and I had climaxed.

Sure, we would. But would we celebrate it or just let it happen, somehow? No, there had to be some sort of capstone scene, I felt, although I couldn't think of a special choreography. Anyway, to lavish my load I pressed my torso further up, so that Quyen would be able to see my twitching cock inside Mira's divine sheath.

And then, once I pulled out, the creampie, which promised to me massive again. Quyen then could suck everything back out of Mira's snatch if she desired to do so. But, hold it: first, with my glans as close to Mira's salmon-colored cervix as possible, I splashed the gooey whitish goodness toward her uterus, hollering and yodeling up, toward the ceiling.

I had barely pulled out, expecting Quyen to suck Mira's pussy now, but the ladies had other plans: they both were eager to suck my slimy, dripping cock. When Quyen noticed that there were two mouths for only one rod, however, she redirected herself down between Mira's perfect legs, where her slurping was soon louder than Mira's on my shaft.

That there were still traces of Mira's fine urine between her legs didn't seem to bother Quyen, who had forgotten everything around her. I again thought of rimming Quyen's sphincter or poking my tongue inside, since her ass was high up in the air. Or should I throw myself under her pussy to catch her piss?

"Shall we pee in the shower?" Quyen suggested eventually, which was a tad surprising, as we needed to change the bedsheet, anyway.

"Hell no! You'll put your dress back on for that," Mira chuckled - and I instantly realized that that was the missing piece to our puzzle: "Sit on a chair! Just like I did with Douglas, our first time. Well, okay, I was just wearing an undershirt."

In the end, we directed Quyen onto one of the chairs, after we had spread another of those old curtains underneath. Of course, by now, I needed to piss as well and wondered how we could weave that into the scene but, when Quyen was seated in her dress, naked underneath, I got distracted:

Just like Nguyet three weeks back, Quyen also placed her heels onto the seat before she pulled the front of her dress up and held it in over her soft belly. Which was quite a sight to behold, since she didn't pee right way but let Mira, who was sitting on my thigh, and me take a long look at her large and juicy, wet and pumping cunt.

Right when Mira grabbed my cock to play with it, Quyen let go and was now pissing between the two chairs and our feet. Her jet was rather substantial, as long as she had been waiting, and the splashing noises as well as the aroma filled the room. Both ladies couldn't contain their mirthful laughter, clearly enjoying defiling social norms so flagrantly.

So playfully. If I hadn't just fucked twice, this scene would have aroused me to the utmost and I would have banged the purported student mercilessly. Twice. Or both of them at once. Exhausted as I was, though, I just peed myself, while Mira was moving my noodle about.

Yes, next week, we needed to begin like this and see if we couldn't transform the energy into the ultimate fuck.