My finger was now slowly thrusting inside her. Luckily, I had remembered to clip my nails before we went out, and the smacking of the greasy stickiness filled the room. Mira opened her legs wider, relaxed, and began to moan heartily. I polished what I thought must have been her G-spot, still expecting some sort of protest. But, no. Aaaahh, was everything lovely and divine! I promised myself to be more gentle with her, as her writhing lithe body was a hot, but also endearing sight. She seemed to have positively melted, as there was now a small arch of completely translucent elixir springing from under her clit, like the little stud needed a wash. She threw her head back like a frolicking young horse. Of course, I initially had thought that she was peeing, but, no. With this additional lubricant, I pushed a second finger inside her and began to see-saw, while my wet thumb was now twiddling her clit.
Would Hanh wait downstairs until we’d be done? Anyway, Mira was sliding towards me, with her legs as wide open as possible. She was ready to stretch her sheath over my pulsating cock, but I still thrusted some more with my fingers, first. Faster and more demanding, though. Her pelvis shot into action instantly, thrusting violently towards me and spouting ever new cascades of lukewarm heavenly manna. Which turned out to be piss, though, this time. I pulled my fingers out and just watched for a few seconds but then leaned into the arch to receive her blessings. Wow! I marveled at how her pee was gracing my belly and then rejoiced when the frothy libation was running down my groins. I took my cock out of the equation, though, as I was afraid it would get limp by the treatment. But seeing Mira with her mouth gaping, gasping, moaning and groaning with closed eyes, was a sight to behold. She seemed to just have climaxed again–for the third or fourth time today?–the way she was still throwing back her head and, eventually, her whole body was in flames.
I let my body rest on my stretched arms next to her head, after I had taken a final look between her legs. My keen purple head found its way without any additional help, and I pushed heartily upwards, through the delicious, delicate mix of grease and grool. What we had been doing the last two hours was longing for its natural conclusion. Mira’s body and soul had melted over the course of this fine noon hour, and now her velvety sheath was rushing to milk my dick, like the dildo half-an-hour ago hadn’t been enough. She put her lovely hands on my quivering ass cheeks and supported what was happening anyway.
Had she really been surprised when I had ripped her panties off earlier? Well, with her newly-found proclivity we had to introduce some new elements, didn’t we? Or was she cross that I, additionally, had plugged her with my glans to relieve myself so nonchalantly and unceremoniously? ‘Used as a receptacle’, like she had said? I still couldn’t be sure. But then, what did she expect?! There it had been, her beguiling little eager cunt, close to my bursting cock. Both wet. Oh, don’t be like that! Eventually, when I lay down on her with all my weight, she gyrated her pelvis some more, after she had wrapped her legs around my back. Well, I wouldn’t protest that she wasn’t protesting.
No, right now it was too late to create artificial impediments. There had already been enough bumps in our journey today. Now, as we were melting into one, I could hear Hanh shuffle towards her bedroom behind my back. Mira had pressed her head back against her neck and was belching hot pneuma towards me. When my loins began to vibrate, sending tickling and tingling currents through my body, I propped myself up again to watch Mira’s body resonate that last dozen of vigorous thrusts, before I let out a gut-wrenching roar to announce the formidable splashes, which then went whipping and whirling up inside her. Wasn’t that what she had wanted when Hanh had thrusted the dildo inside her earlier?!
Yes, a good old natural cock with cum provided the conclusion of our journey today–the way she had just finished wincing, shrieking, and moaning under my weight. I roared once more towards the window, before I looked at Mira, waiting for her to open her eyes. She nodded gratefully, and we froze in this position, until we knew there was nothing more to do or come. I pulled out and then sat down next to her. Together, we watched Hanh shuffle towards the mattress, trying to find the edge with her naked feet. She was holding some can of soda, which she offered us. I cracked it open but passed it to Mira, first, before I had a sip.
Hanh had noticed that the floor and the mattress were wet, and I apologized. I got up and wiped Mira’s pee off the mattress and floor, before I put the thing back against the wall. Under the shower, I asked Mira if she was happy with everything and if I hadn’t gone too far, perhaps. We kissed, but then she stammered:
“Yep, Ben… don’t worry… the only thing is…” she added slowly.
Oh, no, Jesus! What was she going to say?
“Well, if we continue like that…”
No, please… what was it?!
“I’ll fall in love with Hanh…”
That took the load off my mind. Fittingly, now Hanh undressed and joined us under the shower. And, no, she hadn’t been wearing panties the last 30 minutes. We both caressed her nimble little body and soaped each other. I watched Hanh play with Mira’s long clit but stepped out early and quit the field. I checked if there wasn’t anything else I could do to help and wiped down the mattress once more. When they were finally done, Mira helped Hanh across the small ledge that separated the shower from the room, and we all got dressed. Hanh refused, however, when we wanted to pay her. She insisted that we should show our faces more often, which probably meant Mira’s more than mine. That was fine. I was tempted to bring up Charlie, but resisted, as I didn’t want to alter the mood there and then. We could talk about him later.