As she had stopped, I tried to fill in the missing information: “And then his dick got limp again and he couldn’t get in? But that’s no reason to cry…” I tried to diffuse the tension.
Mira was shaking her head, which could mean both, though: Yes, no, it didn’t get limp, or it went limp and thus didn’t get in… finally, she gasped and told us:
“N-no… m-my… cl-clit.to.ris…”
Oh, shoot. I had totally forgotten about that one unusual, endearing detail of her anatomy. Well, yes, it stuck out for almost an inch and looked like a tiny penis, which had never bothered me, though. Apparently, she had been on her back with her legs wide spread; had she kneeled or been on her belly, Charlie wouldn’t have noticed. So, he had flinched when he had seen her little lust stud? Did he say anything hurtful, perhaps? Oh, well, I was afraid to ask at that moment but thought of ways to rectify the whole situation. Charlie was still thoroughly embarrassed but, at least, the two of them were comforting each other, trying to take the blame and, perhaps, thinking of ways to make up for the mishap. No, it didn’t look like they were cross.
But what were we going to do now? Somehow, we had to find a fresh start. I took a sip of my tea, just like Thuy. Mira wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked at me, without saying anything, though. And so I continued:
“Well, Charlie, Miraculous, shit happens… sometimes, there’s nothing you can do about it… hey, lets’ all undress and do something nice,” I propitiated.
I knew this might have sounded trite and naïve, perhaps also a tad corny, but the alternative was even worse: If we went home now, this day would remain in everyone’s mind and soul as failure. Charlie and Mira would suffer some sort of trauma, which was the last thing we wanted. I passed Mira a napkin, as I could see more tears streaming down her cheeks, before I took another and wiped those tears myself. She looked at me grateful and then turned her head upwards to nod at Charlie, who was still standing next to her in his underpants and open flannel shirt. Yes, his body was flawless. I asked Mira if he had come inside her, but she only shook her head. Speaking of coming: I wondered when Nguyet would be back, as she would be good to have in such a predicament. But, obviously, we couldn’t sit here and wait for her, and so I extended my hand towards Thuy, who then got up. I kissed her and caressed her remarkable breasts through the fabric of her dress. She seemed in the mood and perhaps also felt that she owed Charlie and Mira.
Great. I pulled Thuy into the bedroom, but left the door open, of course. I could feel my cock pumping in my pants, which I just took off. Together with my underwear, and then also my shirt. Luckily, Thuy and I had known each other for years, so that I could be sure she would play along. I asked her to kneel onto the bed right here, near the foot end, but when she asked if she should undress as well, I shook my head. Charlie went to the bathroom, but Mira came over and sat on the bed as well, close to the headrest. She blew her nose into the napkin I had handed her earlier and didn’t look so bad anymore. When Charlie came out of the bathroom, he joined her and caressed her hair and then also her cheeks, with the back of his hand. She still sniveled from time to time, but now the two of them were looking curiously at the kneeling woman in front of them, a bit like in a lesson or the puppet theater.
While I was caressing her back and butt, Thuy and I chatted quietly, and I told her that I would try to redirect Charlie’s lust towards her, as seeing Mira’s clit one more time might only yield the same result. With even more devastating consequences, though. No, we didn’t need that again today. And, no, I wouldn’t mind at all to fuck Mira myself. I asked Thuy if everything was ok, to which she smiled and nodded but then requested that Charlie use a condom. Perhaps she was ovulating, or just cautious not to have unprotected sex with a young lad she didn’t know. Did Nguyet anticipate all of that when she had called Charlie earlier? I couldn’t be sure if Thuy liked Charlie but, knowing her, she must have felt a little guilty about disturbing the two earlier. She would do almost anything to make up for it. And Charlie was pleasant enough, with his trim, firm body, which, in its proportions resembled Mira’s. Perhaps that had been a problem, too.
So, things were already looking brighter. Perhaps the next time, Mira could lie down on her belly, so that Charlie would not see her long clit and just penetrate her from behind. Or, even better, he might get used to it and even involve her formidable lust bud in their fore-play. I looked at the two of them one more time; Mira had a timid smile on her lips, while Charlie also seemed somewhat relieved, and so I lifted up Thuy’s dress in the back and parked the skirt on her back. Now, we were looking at her nondescript white panties. I had done similar things with Nguyet at the beginning of our relationship and decided to follow the choreography of those successful encounters, as none of the three had been there. To bang Thuy now in the missionary position wouldn’t have been particularly rousing, anyway, I found. I didn’t feel like putting on a condom, either, and couldn’t be sure if Charlie would want to lick Thuy’s cum-filled snatch. No, at some point, we needed to trade. But, for now, I let my fingers circle Thuy’s firm, round butt playfully, already trying to get inside her panties. The skin on her butt cheeks felt cool, while she seemed a bit wet between her legs.
I loved Thuy: she was 34 but still had the nimble, petite, roundish body of a much younger woman. She was already panting and moaning, just like me. When I turned my head towards our two young lovelies, they were both smiling, and so I waved Charlie to come closer, as I wanted him to undertake the monumental act of pulling down Thuy’s panties. Oh, no, yes, I loved everything and grew increasingly gladder that he hadn’t come yet. I reached under Thuy, like under a pony, to caress her breasts, while Mira took off her marvelous red T-shirt to present us her vanilla bra. Good Lord! Yes, we were getting somewhere.
Charlie did look a bit like a dog, the way he was kneeling next to Thuy’s ass. I asked Mira if he had seen or sniffed her butt earlier, but she only shook her head. Thuy lowered her torso onto her forearms, which lifted up her awesome ass in the back, and I told Charlie to stand next to me, before I encouraged him to pull her panties down. Mira suppressed a giggle, but when Charlie wanted to remove the good piece completely, I put on the brakes, as I wanted the waistband to press her flesh upwards, first. When everything was set, I licked my middle finger and rubbed Thuy’s cleft tenderly, admiring the yellowish-brownish skin around her anus and her outer labia. When I dipped my finger into her honeypot, the smacking of her juices filled the, otherwise, completely quiet room. Leaning forward, I took a deep drag of her butt and pussy aroma but then asked Charlie to tenderize Thuy’s meat.
He looked a tad skeptical, at first, but then leaned forward and copied the steps I had taken: the rubbing and caressing, before he stuck his finger in Thuy’s sticky snatch. He, too, got some grool to grace her anus with, but then I suggested he get naked as well. Like he was embarrassed that he had forgotten that major step, he undressed in three seconds, and the way he presented himself, he seemed to know that there was nothing wrong with him. His cock, which reminded me of a bockwurst, wasn’t large, but not bad for an 18-year-old East-Asian. To reciprocate, Mira removed her bra and presented us her flat, small, delicate yet incredibly hot breasts, whose nipples already seemed to be stiff.
Seeing half of her body naked brought my blood to boil. I quickly opened Thuy’s dress here on the back, and we could see her bra fastener, which I asked Charlie to undo. Eventually, he needed to learn how to do this one-handed in the dark, but we didn’t want to be too strict on this fine day. He fumbled for twenty seconds, but when he had accomplished the epic task, he burst with pride and grinned. As wet as Thuy was, I took some nectar with my glans and then rubbed her butt crack some more with it. To mark the occasion, I pulled her butt cheeks apart, so that Charlie could peek inside her and knew where exactly he needed to aim later, before he diverted some sticky juicy to brush her butt cheeks in broad strokes.
Now, Thuy looked backwards, like a pony, and asked if she shouldn’t blow him. Of course, Charlie had heard her and was looking at me with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Convinced that he shouldn’t pass on the offer, I sent him towards Thuy’s mouth. When Charlie had sat down next to her head, she pulled his foreskin back and then let her tongue travel the ultra-sensitive bottom of his glans, but now Mira came over to join me here next to Thuy’s naked, wet butt. I removed Thuy’s panties, finally, then pried her butt cheeks apart once more, and Mira remarked that that reminded her of her girlfriend Hanh.
“I did that with her a few times last week…” she giggled quietly.
“Well, you could caress Thuy a bit…” I suggested, but Mira opened her mouth, like Thuy had just done, and I slowly pushed my rod between her lips.
Mira began to bob her head up and down my cock, and for a few minutes there was nothing but excited smacking and sucking noises, interrupted by the occasional moan or two, until Charlie hollered, as he was coming in Thuy’s mouth. I watched his contorted face and remembered the time I had received my first blowjob. Well, ok, at this point, we had achieved the minimum, I thought: He had seen two women half-naked, touched them, and received a blowjob. Mira let go of my cock and clapped, before she lay down on the bed, reached under her skirt and removed her panties. The skirt she would perhaps leave on, so that her clit wouldn’t unsettle virgin Charlie. However, I found it incredible sexy; perhaps even hotter than if she’d been naked.