I nodded at Charlie to come back to Thuy’s butt, assuming that he would only need minimal time to recover. I kneeled down on the floor, pulled Thuy’s butt cheeks apart once more, and then leaned forward. I sucked and licked the jagged pink entrance of her sheath, leaning back from time to time, so that Charlie could pick up some moves. After a while, we helped Thuy take off her dress, after which she just sat down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Charlie and I kneeled down between her lovely, cute, short thighs, and I pried her labia apart. I spotted the opening of her urethra among her vermillion pussy flesh and would have found it only natural if she had peed a bit. She didn’t, though; instead, they got a condom out of the wrapper together. As there was nothing else to do here, I left the field to our young Asian friend to crawl up to Mira, who had already pulled her skirt up further.
Mira was smiling in anticipation, looking relieved and ready to fuck. After all the fuzz, she probably couldn’t wait to just get a proper cock inside her, close her eyes, and get banged. I folded the cover on her legs back onto her belly and took a good look of her macadamia-nut clit, which reminded me of a pendant, but then lay down on her, covering her slender body with my massive barrel of a chest. I travelled her skin with my mouth, pecking her breasts, belly, nipples, collar bones, and face, before I felt that my glans had arrived at its destination.
Mira reached down between her legs, stroked my cock for a few seconds, but then put it where we both wanted it to be. I slowly pushed upwards but then began to thrust immediately. I was worried that our ruthless carnal act might hurt Charlie’s tender feelings for our young Filipina; on the other hand, he seemed busy with Thuy behind my back, if the smacking and sucking noises were any indication. We heard what sounded like lovelorn stammering in Vietnamese, which was such a relive. I kept pumping happily, kinda automatically, as I was trying to find out if Charlie had already achieved the enormous act of entering unchartered lands.
Mira had her eyes closed, but I was sure she would not pepper today’s love-play with a little ‘Force-me to be happy’ episode, as was her new shtick. That would only confuse Thuy and Charlie, who weren’t aware that consensual non-consent turned Mira on. They probably didn’t even know what that was. My cock seemed to get bigger and bigger in her hot, tight sheath, and the way Mira was now positively milking my shaft, she seemed to want to get done, so that we could watch Charlie climax inside a woman for the very first time. I kissed her a few more times, during the last two minutes, as I just loved her cute, pleasant face, which radiated serenity again, after the disconcerting emotional upheaval. Finally, she was getting fucked; not by Charlie, though.
From what it sounded like behind me, Charlie was now inside Thuy, banging her like a man. He was panting along with the rhythm of his dick, and everything sounded normal and promising. I banged Mira harder and faster to get done, propping my upper body onto my stretched arms. Mira contorted her body a bit to see from under my armpit what was going on behind my back and then nodded at me:
“Looks good,” she whispered.
Sure. Thuy was a patient and empathetic woman. When I came, I just waited till the splashes had subsided and pulled out, as I was eager to turn around. My orgasm had given me extensive shivers all over my body, which weren’t over when I took Mira into my arms. She bit my earlobe to thank me that I had saved the day. I reminded her that Thuy’s part might even have been bigger. Of course, I was grateful that Mira had let me come on top of her and lifted her head up onto my shoulder, after I had rolled over onto my back.
Charlie was still pumping inside Thuy; she was on her back, while he was kneeling close to her snatch between her thighs, which were resting on his. He was fondling her tits along the way but not looking at us. He seemed to be in trance, the way he ‘looked up’ at the ceiling with his eyes closed. When I asked Mira if we shouldn’t get up and leave, she just put her index finger vertically over her mouth. Well, Thuy and Charlie didn’t seem to mind, actually, that Mira and I were present, and, of course, I kinda liked that we were all here together on one big bed. Yes, we had envisioned everything different, but the whole story had turned out just fine, I found.
Mira grabbed my limp cock like she wanted to do it once more, but then said, again with tears in her eyes:
“Ben, I don’t know what to do…”
“Your clit?”
She nodded, sobbing again, while we were watching Charlie’s throes of passion. He was thrusting really fast now; perhaps, he was afraid of losing his erection? Oh, please, dear Lord: let him finish already! I prayed. What Charlie was doing wasn’t erotic art, but it wasn’t bad for the very first time. I kissed Mira, telling her not to worry about her clit for now. I even twiddled it a bit with what felt like my own cum.
“Has that happened before: That a guy didn’t want to fuck you anymore after seeing your clit?” I asked her, since I knew that she was worried about it.
“Of course… twice… no, actually three times. One guy had even played with my pussy under my skirt a few times… so he kinda knew… but then he didn’t want to do it… Ben, this is so frustrating,” she sighed.
Well, sure. But what could I tell her? For now, I didn’t say anything, but just tenderly caressed her, making a point to fondle her clit some more, until she stopped me, perhaps as she had climaxed and didn’t want further stimulation. Luckily, Charlie was coming now, yelling at the ceiling with his twitching ass until the splashes would subside. Interestingly, Mira took off her skirt now, like she wanted to show off her creampie. Charlie didn’t react, though; perhaps he couldn’t see it with his glasses off. Mira and I got up when the room had quieted, but while walking to the bathroom we both gave Charlie a heartfelt thumbs-up.
In the bathroom, Mira just sat down on the loo, without offering to pee on me or something along those lines. And, true, we had experienced enough already. Nguyet seemed to have gotten back, as I could hear her voice outside, behind the door, which was only ajar. Mira and I washed quickly, standing in the bathtub, before we dried ourselves and then paraded past Nguyet, who was leaning against the frame of the bedroom door. We looked for our clothes and got dressed; I couldn’t make out what they were talking about, but when Thuy and Charlie went–giggling and holding hands–into the bathroom, I knew things had gone well.
They closed the bathroom door, however, and now Nguyet shared that, when she had seen the yellow dress downstairs, she knew that something must have gone awry. Considerate as she was, she had brought it back upstairs, though, so that Thuy could wear it now. I asked her what the time was, and Nguyet reminded us that we, basically, had to leave. When Charlie came out of the bathroom, she asked him to remove the used condom, which he did together Thuy. From the look of the two, they seemed to want to do everything together from now on.
When we were done, we all went downstairs. I regretted not having seen Nguyet naked, but one can’t have it all. And it would have meant overdoing it. When I heard Nguyet say the Vietnamese word for ‘hotel’ I knew she was inviting Charlie along to a bash at the vintage building, where most of our orgies took place. The way he nodded and listened, we would probably see him there soon. Nguyet would surely let him come on top of her, perhaps without a rubber. And, if the stars aligned, Charlie might even bite the bullet and stuff Mira with his young, eager noodle.
Thuy and Charlie didn’t kiss again, perhaps as Nguyet was standing nearby. I had wanted to see her fabulous thighs, clad in black, lacy tights and framed by her garter belt, but I couldn’t ask her now to just lift up her skirt. Charlie had seen, smelled, tasted, and felt enough for the day, and I was sure that Nguyet would present her assets to him soon. And, yes, he was holding his head high, and his chest seemed larger. He wouldn’t have traded what had just happened for an Olympic gold medal.
Ha! Thuy. The petite, motherly, in some ways non-descript woman, with her pigment anomaly, which gave her freckles and silver eyelashes. When we stepped outside, I lit a ciggie, nudged Charlie with my elbow and grinned at him with my chin up in the air:
“Well?! Everything alright?”
He grinned back like a Cheshire cat, gave me a thumbs-up, and told me he was feeling great. Mira smiled when they said goodbye, but there was no talk that Charlie would drive her home. On the way back, I suggested to soon meet for coffee to talk about her blues, but she only shrugged shoulders and said:
“There’s nothing to talk about…”
It wasn’t far to our English center, where she lived, and during those few minutes I couldn’t think of anything uplifting to say, apart from that I and, apparently, Hanh loved her clit.
Mira laughed, sounding relieved: “Yeah, true. But now I gotta find a way to learn Vietnamese.”