Chapter 165 – My daughter I never knew of (VIII)
Last week, my young Filipina colleague Mira had shown me how she had tried to find sugar daddies at the mall when she was a college student, which was part of our engrossing father-daughter roleplay that had already brought out the best in us during the last three months. Mira had dressed rather spiffily in a tight, white sweater with a cute bra underneath, a black skirt and pantyhose, under which she hadn’t worn panties, though. Needless to say, I wasn’t aware of this tantalizing detail, until she had lifted up her skirt about an hour into our titillating mating dance on the fourth-floor balcony at the empty vintage hotel, where our orgy circle was meeting fairly regularly.
Seeing her salmon-colored vaginal vestibule under the dark fabric had almost caused me to faint and, overall, those three hours a fortnight back were among the hottest I’ve ever experienced. We both knew that more such roleplays would soon follow but, this week, Mira wanted to ‘party hard’, as she had told me, with Hoang and Thuy, who she had watched having sex during a threesome with me at the model home, where they worked. As Mira had discovered a voyeuristic streak in herself, she had hidden somewhere in the bedroom, but I still didn’t know where exactly, as we had met as strangers the previous time in our sugar-daddy roleplay and thus I hadn’t asked her yet.
Mira had developed quite a crush on Hoang over the last few months. And since I also had a thing for Thuy – with her cuddly, tight figure, including her substantial breasts with their large dark nipples – and also found Hoang handsome, I liked the idea of a foursome from the get-go, as I had only favorable memories of my times with Thuy and Hoang. Thuy also had a rather soft anus, which functioned like the aperture mechanism of a camera lens. As her rectum had remained closed during our threesome – with Mira surreptitiously watching – I was particularly eager to get inside Thuy’s lovely little ass this week, while I also like the idea of peeing together during sex. What else could Mira have meant by partying hard?!
When I asked Hoang in my somewhat pedestrian Vietnamese if he and Thuy wanted to meet Mira and me this week at the old hotel, he seemed hesitant, as he didn’t reply for more than a day, which was a tad unusual. But then he texted me, agreeing for the two of them. He had surprised me three weeks ago with a super-tender treatment of his slightly older coworker Thuy, with whom he had been having an on-and-off affair for almost two years now, but I was sure that there were still unfulfilled desires sleeping in our soft, good-natured Thuy that had to be satisfied from time to time. And Hoang also had a thing for Mira, as far as I knew.
When Hoang offered to bring lunch for the four of us, I insisted on paying for it, but then we were all set. As Mira was allegedly working at Thuy’s office, together with Hoang, she would get a ride with him, and so I just went to the small store near the empty Art Deco hotel to get some beverages. Unfortunately, it had started to rain just before I got to the stately pile of bricks, so I decided to smoke inside the empty lobby, waiting for the three of them. At least, it was warm. When they arrived, they peeled their cumbersome raincoats off their bodies, but my mood instantly brightened when I saw Thuy’s cute little legs in her whitish stockings peeking out from under her checked blue-and-red dress. Mira was just wearing tight black pants with pockets outside and a loose beige sweater.
After they seemed set, I grabbed the bag with the drinks and the ice and handed Hoang the lunch money; he had paid the previous time we had seen each other. He looked – as always – rather spiffy in his tight white shirt and black dress pants. Mira was carrying a backpack again, in which I presumed not only fresh underwear but also a complete set of clothes, as she liked to micturate during sex. I was really fond of Thuy’s dress, which she had already worn a few times in my presence, even though its white crocheted collar looked a bit old-fashioned. No one who saw the four of us like this would have assumed that we were about to indulge in insane, carnal debauchery in about half an hour.
After Hoang had lit a ciggie, we began to saunter upstairs. I was holding my roleplay daughter’s hand, as we would talk in English, while the other two, of course, were conversing in their native tongue. Mira told me that she had already arranged to meet Emily and Sally the following week, when the former would draw sketches for tattoos onto her lovely light skin – which, naturally, would also end up in a veritable bash. I wasn’t able to make out what Hoang and Thuy were talking about behind us, but when we got to the kitchen on the third floor, we quickly decided to eat in the only semi-furnished room upstairs, where there were not only a taller table but also two beds, half a dozen more mattresses, fresh sheets, towels, soap, and lube.
After we had put the bags with the food and drinks as well as the bowls and chopsticks on said table, we were standing around a bit awkwardly, as we all wanted to eat but then also fuck as much as we could in as many combinations as possible. Mira whispered that Thuy had been in the bathroom for quite a long time at the model home, which seemed to indicate that she had already prepared her rectum. I asked my daughter if she and Hoang had perhaps done it at work over the last few weeks, but she only shook her head, adding:
“No, I wanted to save that for today…”
I detected a wanton smile on her face, as she was looking at our Adonis across the table. I cracked four cans open, and then Hoang and I went over to the window to smoke. The wind was still blowing strong but, at least, the rain had stopped. Hoang grinned, holding the window open with his back, and then we watched Mira and Thuy setting the table. I saw that there was only one bottle of lube left; perhaps, Emily and Sally had used the other one up. Thuy went in the bathroom where, luckily, she didn’t pee but only washed her hands, it seemed. Okay, maybe she just didn’t need to go, but my secret hope was that she was as keen on pissing on me as I was on receiving her fresh, flowery libation, which surely would be full of tantalizing messenger substances.
Thuy had never micturated upon me directly, and I had only seen her do it once; at the hot springs, when she – together with Nguyet and Charlie’s aunt Yen – had urinated on him under the outdoor shower. Since the Styrofoam boxes with the food were still closed, my hopes for a quick session before lunch were rising as, that way, we could do it again for a second time after the meal. Since Nguyet, who would take charge in a similar situation, wasn’t present, it was my turn to get us off to a decent start. As I was keen on Thuy anyway and knew that my sweetie was longing for Hoang to polish her sheath, I stepped closer to our petite real estate MILF and lifted up her dress to admire her pantyhose-clad butt and nimble legs.
Hoang and Mira had watched for a few seconds, but now they kissed, while he was kneading her little boobs under her bra and blouse, after he had removed her sweater. Thuy’s stockings seemed relatively thick, but – as small and cuddly as she was – she looked cute as a bug, partially because she was wearing girlish, floral panties under her semi-translucent pantyhose. But still, I let go of her dress and stepped in front of her to massage her bosom through the thick fabric, during which she was fondling my cock and crotch, in turn. Looking past Thuy’s head, who was only 4’11” or so, I watched Hoang unbutton Mira’s blouse, until we could see her light, lacy bra.
Everyone in the room was aroused and already panting, and so I lifted up Thuy’s dress again, but now she sat down on a chair here at the table. As I wanted her to pee on me, I undressed completely, before I sat took the chair next to her. While we were kissing again, this time more passionately, she began to stroke my dick, super-excited and sweating, but then we rearranged our chairs a bit to be able to watch what Hoang and Mira were doing. I folded Thuy’s dress back up into her lap and enjoyed the view of her cute pantyhose-clad thighs, but then everything I got overwhelmed and reached on her butt to peel those stockings down to her knees to heartily squeeze and fondle her juicy twat.
Even through her girlish panties, I could hear her labia smacking, but now she asked me to pull the zipper on the back of her dress down. When my hand was again between her supple light legs, I reached past the crotch piece of her somewhat generous panties, right smack into the epicenter of action. Her gorgeous country bumpkin pussy was dripping with all kinds of broth, and somehow my fingers ended up massaging her inner labia out of her, so to speak. As they were dangling, I flicked and twiddled them a bit as her flesh was swelling swell.
Thuy had long brought my cock up to working temperature, but now she slid towards the edge of her chair. Stimulating each other in said fashion, we looked back over to Hoang and Mira, who were about to lose their minds. With her blouse open, my daughter was kneeling in front of him, working on his whipping cock, as one can imagine. Enthralled, she was rubbing his glans on her lovely smooth cheeks but only to lick the underside of his rod from time to time – like an ice-cream cone in Florence. As hot as the sight was, I still repositioned myself to properly take care of Thuy, who was now fumbling her dress off her shoulders. Not exactly shy, she then snapped her bra open and leaned back to present me her ample beguiling bosom.
Unable to hold back, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to suck and lick her relatively rough areola but then refocused on the furry, sticky animal between her legs, so that I would be able to watch the other two some more. Hoang had taken off his shirt in the meantime, while my daughter was blowing him, and I noticed that Mira was wearing a hairclip on the left to harness her hair, which had gotten substantially longer over the last three months. Gone was the bob. Unable to withstand the onslaught of Thuy’s cunt, I ripped her pantyhose off her lower legs – and then also her panties, while I was at it – and moved my chair closer to continue my tender, demanding treatment of her snatch.
Mira interrupted her blowing briefly, so that her beau could relieve his legwear, and then she was ready to let him disrobe her zestfully. First, her little titties snapped out of her bra, before he kneeled down in front of her to pull her pants and then panties down to eat her out right there and then. With her pants and panties on her thighs, Hoang was crawling between her legs, like he wanted to bite off her little boat hull, while she was tousling his dark wavy hair. Oh, yes, this insanity had another quality than the threesome three weeks back, which Mira had watched, hiding somewhere in the bedroom. In comparison, that charming little rumpus had been more like a cheese-and-cracker party with potluck at some professor’s house at 5 o’clock on a Friday during the first week of the new academic year.
Oh, my God: No, this here was much more carnal. Raw. The whole room was brimming and seething with energy, as our sweat was sending messenger substances through the air. The panting and wheezing grew to new levels; like everyone had realized that there had been something amiss at our previous encounter and now wanted to make up for it. I told Thuy, gasping for air, that it would be perfectly fine if she peed on me at any moment. She held back, however, perhaps as she was too mesmerized by the other couple. Or jealous. With her cute little legs open and her warm, wet, hairy cunt exposed, she kept looking over to the bed, where Mira was kneeling now, looking way, presenting us her cute little butt, which prompted Hoang to sit down on the floor, put his head between her legs, and lick her. With his neck thrown back and his shoulder blades resting on the edge of the bed.
I would have loved to see Thuy suck his cock in this position, but she seemed determined to stay here with me, exposing her midsection and hot tits. I briefly saw a long thread of grool develop between my daughter’s legs, but then she lowered her supple little ass directly onto Hoang’s face. Slobbering and smacking, he seemed to already have driven her close to an orgasm, but now Thuy wanted to go down that path, too: She finally took off her dress – which she put on the table, together with her bra and panties, directly next to the food – and then sat down again. I kinda needed to piss myself, but felt it would be too counter-climactic to leave the room now. Or should I just pee on naked Thuy?!
Mira had apparently felt that she didn’t want to continue looking out of the window, facing away from the action, and so she turned and lay down on her back, which prompted Hoang to kneel over her face, so that she could warm-up his cock in her mouth again, while he could continue licking her boat hull and large clit. As hot as little Thuy was right here next to me: Seeing Hoang’s long stiff cock contre jour, dangling right above my daughter’s endearing mouth in the semi-darkness between their young bodies, was quite a sight to behold. She was making her first round on his glans, like she wanted to make sure it’s clean once it would enter her treasure. Oh man, when she pushed up his foreskin to get to the groove at the bottom of his glans, I almost lost it. How beautiful and almost dainty, yet tantalizing it was! What Hoang did to my daughter’s snatch we couldn’t see clearly, however, as his curls where covering hers but, judging by the shrill, elongated shrieks that were coming out of Mira’s mouth, he must have been doing it right.
Of course. Anyway: now, Thuy was ready for our escalation. She had nodded at me, and so we redirected our attention back to ourselves. I quickly grabbed one of those fairly ugly yet nifty old curtains, which I folded once but then spread on the floor to kneel on it, before I reached under her thighs and leaned into her enticing, seething lap. At first, she squirted a bit of translucent liquid onto my face, while I was licking her labia and then the entrance of her urethra, but then she truly let go and was now peeing straight in my face. Enraptured, I laughed like in trance and pulled her pussy lips further apart to be able to watch the origin of such fine libation. I wallowed in the lukewarm, yellow jet until it petered out and then even shed a few tears, trembling.
Of course, our microcosm was now truly suffused with aromas and the most titillating messenger substances, but I wanted to enjoy the debauchery a bit longer, and thus placed my right ear on Thuy’s bush. While millions of savory molecules were now entering my system through my quivering nostrils, I was able to watch the bed again, where Mira had interrupted her cock-treatment and was looking at us. Just like Hoang, both of their mouths were frozen orgiastically oval, but I was pulled back into Thuy’s lap, where I began to lick and suck her again. Unlike in most micturition episodes, neither of us made an effort to clean things up, which I found incredibly hot.
Yes, I didn’t mind kneeling on a curtain that was soaked with Thuy’s heavenly fresh piss, partially because she had reached a level of arousal that would not condone mundane, counter-climatic intermissions. Thuy squealed and moaned in cute little cascades, while I was biting the insides of her lovely light thighs, until I saw that her snatch was producing enough lubrication for both, her sheath and her awesome flat sphincter. After I had pulled her further towards me on her chair, I licked her perineum but then pushed the tip of my tongue right into her anus. On a whim, I turned her chair to adjust our positions again, and then I was able to watch how things were unfolding near the bed.
For some reason, Hoang had gotten up again, and now Mira was climbing his body like a tree. With his hands providing support on her ass, the two young lovers seemed up for some true acrobatics. Holding on to his neck, Hoang fumbled his cock inside her sheath and then bobbed her up and down, like a medicine ball. Mira almost flew through the air with every thrust, and the way she had wrapped her slim legs around his back did remind me of a playful little monkey. As he was penetrating her, they kissed and smooched, laughed and giggled, but I wondered if Thuy wanted me to do the same with her now.
Well, perhaps Hoang had already done that with her, as he was young and strong. And they had been carrying on their affair for close to two years now. Thuy didn’t weigh much more than 100 pounds, as short as she was. Still queasy, I was waiting for her to suggest mimicking our two young lovers, but when I got up, she just slid off her chair and took my cock in her mouth. With her little knees in her own piss, she blew me like her life depended on it and then rubbed my glans on her nipples, which was a nice homage to the session three weeks earlier. After she had taken my cock back in her mouth and sucked it for another minute, she looked up at me and nodded, saying that she was ready.
Mira had climbed down from the tree and was sitting on the bed, and the two of them were negotiating something in Vietnamese, briefly using their hands. When I saw him go over to the shelf with his whipping cock, where there was a stack of old caramel curtains, I instantly knew what they were up to. He spread the drapes on the floor, before he lay down on his back, and Mira squatted over his face. I was a bit jealous but glad that they spared the bed. And so, I just took Thuy’s hand and led her over to the bed.
The distance between the table, where I had been sitting with Thuy, and the bed was perhaps ten or twelve feet, but during those few seconds, we made the transition from frothy foreplay to the more serious project of anal penetration. With my finger circling and poking her anus, I confirmed with her that that’s what she had in mind, too. Yes, I would fuck her in the ass now, like we had done once already at the model home where she worked. She lay down on a pillow under her belly to prop her ass up a bit, but when I handed her a second one, she smiled and nodded. I grabbed the bottle with the gel off the chair next to the bathroom door and then kneeled between her thighs.
Thuy’s flesh around her sphincter was light and soft; very flexible – like I said – a bit like the aperture mechanism of a camera lens. Both, her perineum and her anus were pumping eagerly, like they knew what was coming. Thuy seemed aroused yet also calm and let out a cute little sigh when she felt the relatively cool liquid enter her rectum. All in all, I spent maybe about an ounce of gel, during which time I marveled at the intricacies of what was between her light butt cheeks. Of course, Mira and Hoang had finished their little micturition session and now came over to join us on the bed.
So that she could watch what we were doing, Mira positioned herself perpendicular to Thuy’s butt, on her knees, and then even put her chin on the latter’s left ass cheek. Without further ado, Hoang shoved his cock slowly inside my daughter here to my left and she nodded at me with her teeth clenched; presumably, to do the same with Thuy. Or was Hoang even in Mira’s ass?
“Hey, are you guys having backdoor sex?” I inquired, panting.
“N-nah… n-not yet… la-later, p-p-perhaps… a bit… a-ha!” Mira stammered and screamed as Hoang was gathering steam, banging her quite hard.
Thuy’s anus was bit smaller than Yen’s, in the end, but softer, so that penetrating it wasn’t problematic in any way; partially, since the area surrounding it was malleable. Now, her back iris was holding the lower part of my glans hostage and, technically, I didn’t even really want to press all the way in, as our current arrangement seemed outright perfect. At least, for me. Surmising that Thuy would want to feel my whole cock in her rectum, though, I tenderly pressed further, and my glans disappeared inside the mysterious warm black void.
Thrusting carefully, I placed my torso on my outstretched arms next to Thuy’s head, which unfortunately caused my daughter’s to disappear from my field of vision. I could still hear her combatting the forces inside her, but when things suddenly turned quiet to my left, I turned my head and noticed that Hoang was switching orifices. Unlike me, he didn’t have a mushroom glans and seemed to have gotten inside my daughter’s tight ass rather effortlessly and quickly, and the two of them were gathering steam again, which prompted me to thrust harder; perhaps, as I was jealous.
As the whole last hour had been suffused with salaciousness, including new and titillating sights, sounds, and smells, I came rather quickly inside Thuy’s fine, hospitable rectum. Roaring and hollering towards the ceiling, I listened to what Mira and Hoang were doing, while I was caressing Thuy’s hair, who was still quietly panting and moaning with her head sideways on one cheek. She seemed super-content if not happy, but when I felt again that I needed to pee, I just let go, with my cock still inside our little real-estate broker’s lovely ass. While the lukewarm liquid was splashing noisily between our bodies, we heard Mira and Hoang scream gut-wrenchingly.
Pissing inside a girl’s rectum had actually been Mira’s idea, back last autumn. Since then, we had a done it a few times, and she had also seen me do it inside Nguyet. But today, with Hoang’s marvelous cock in her own ass, being able to watch me flood Thuy’s hospitable cavern was probably too much for her, and she completely lost it. From what it sounded like, Mira was now ejaculating onto Hoang’s cock, ball sack, and legs, too, but I wondered if what I had done hadn’t been too much for Thuy, perhaps. Well, her face still looked serene, like she was enjoying everything and exceedingly happy that the four of us had met here today, which was confirmed when I looked at Hoang and Mira: their contorted faces showed a wonderful mix of fulfilment, pain, and bliss.
I lay down on Thuy and whispered an apology in her ear. She took it with humor, though, and just said that she had liked the warm sensation. Which couldn’t cause any true harm, anyway; Thuy appeared almost like she had expected and wanted me to do it but hadn’t dared to ask for it directly. In hindsight, she may have also preferred me peeing inside her ass to receiving the whole load directly on her face. Yeah, it was ‘nicely warm’, she had said. Sure, we now had to change the sheets but that was easily done. When I finally pulled out and propped myself onto my knees and arms above Thuy, Mira slid closer to present her anal creampie to her dad, while Hoang offered her his cock again. I marveled at the whitish bubbles and the strings of cum that were dripping onto the bed here right next to me, before I licked and kissed my half-Filipino daughter’s light, small ass cheeks.
I was surprised again that most women didn’t have a problem with sucking a cock that had just been in their rectum, but then we got up. Hoang went to pee in the bathroom, as we could hear, while I took off the bedsheet and, outside in the hall, threw it down to the ground floor through the atrium, together with the two soiled curtains. When I got back to the room, Thuy had joined Hoang in the shower, and when the two of them were done, I tenderly washed my daughter. When my noodle was clean again, Mira played with her dad’s cock and then even kneeled on the floor to playfully suck me a bit.
When we stepped back into the room, Thuy and Hoang were sitting across from each other at the table, but what I liked was that they hadn’t bothered to get dressed. Yes, we would eat naked now, and so I sat down next to Thuy, as Mira certainly wanted to be next to her beau. But then Hoang got up again for a quick smoke, for which I joined him at the window. Enjoying our ciggies, we watched Mira sit own next to Thuy, which made sense, too. The two of them struck up a simple conversation, admiring their respective young bodies. Hoang refilled our glasses with beer and ice, but then we saw Mira handing Thuy a small towel or something, so that her lovely butt wouldn’t get stuck on the seat, while Mira herself plopped her ass down on a track suit jacket, which she had brought.
Before Hoang sat down again, he put his underpants back on, which was probably a good idea, as we guys knew that we weren’t going to engage in tender love play over lunch. Mira, on the other hand, seemed super-keen to discover more about Thuy’s body, which was about eight years older and more feminine. She even turned her chair a bit, and now Mira’s hand was resting on her roleplay-colleague’s thigh. Finally, we opened the Styrofoam boxes with sweet-and-sour beef, green beans, and rice. Of course, the food was barely lukewarm now, but that didn’t matter today.
As the sauce faintly reminded me of Thuy’s pussy, I asked my daughter if her anus hurt.
“A bit, sure… but it was insanely good… but, dad, what you did with Thuy… oh, Good Lord…” she giggled.
She probably meant the peeing inside, but I was glad that she didn’t think it was over the top. I mean, it was, but it wasn’t anything terrible. Just a nice push beyond boundaries. To also involve Hoang, however, I asked him about my long-term affair Nguyet, who I hadn’t seen like forever. She was still, as a single mom, in the marriage market and had met some guy. And Mira and I had been busy with our father-daughter roleplay, including the most rousing one two weeks ago, when she had demonstrated how she had purportedly prowled the mall for sugar daddies, back in the day at college. I still harbored the suspicion, though, that Mira had cranked up the heat so much, as she was jealous of bashful, lithe Sally, who had surprised us here in this very room once, together with her girlfriend Emily.
When I saw Thuy’s panties here next to the food, I playfully sniffed them and then marveled at the whitish grool and the yellowish, vintage urine-spot on the crotch piece, which must have been the product of countless days of working in the office. I still loved such details, but even when I sniffed her underwear for a second time, no one batted an eyelid. Hoang laughed and shook his head, though, when I offered him Thuy’s soiled panties to sniff. ‘Thanks, but I’m good,’ he only said and took a long drag of his ciggy, instead.
When he mentioned Nguyet’s new lover, I put the underwear back on top of Thuy’s dress and bra. I lit a cigarette as well and then nodded appreciatively with pursed lips. Looking across the table, I realized how engrossed the two ladies were and wondered if they had even noticed that I had just relished the aroma of Thuy’s panties.
“Where’s Minh, actually?” I asked Hoang now, as I liked that young chap but hadn’t seen him since November or so.
Minh had been working at the lovely restaurant from which Nguyet liked ordering lunch. One day, the delivery guy had stayed for the meal. And then some dessert between Nguyet’s nimble tight legs.
“Soldier… army,” Hoang told me.
“Oh, but isn’t he like 27 already?”
“25. Or 26. He hasn’t been yet…” added Hoang nonchalantly, like that explained everything.
Which it did. So, Minh was in the army now. Well, then we wouldn’t see him for a year. Or longer. But wasn’t he also Hanh’s, our petite blind masseuse’s boyfriend?! As I still didn’t know where Mira had been hiding during our last threesome three weeks back, however, I finally asked her, before she would lose her mind again and slide down between Thuy’s nimble open thighs.
“Behind the curtain, next to the window…” she giggled.
At the model home, before our little bash in the bedroom, the four of us had had lunch in the kitchen, at the end of which Mira had snuck into the bedroom across the hall. I had been under the impression that Mira had been hiding in the closet for the whole time, but when Thuy had opened the doors, she wasn’t in there. So, behind the curtain… yep, they were so long that they even touched the ground, for some reason.
“Right or left, when facing the window?” I was curious.
“Right, back close to the corner… but I couldn’t see much… and everything was like in light-blue… and you kept directing everyone away from the window…” she giggled.
“Yeah, because I thought you were in the closet…” I defended myself, chuckling.
“Anyway, we’re here together today, having a blast…” Mira let me know that she wasn’t upset.
“Do the other two actually know that you were there?”
Mira only grinned and shook her head. Now, no one was saying anything for a while, but I was perceiving all good vibes. We all knew we would fuck heartily for a second time, and so I cracked another beer open and lit a ciggy again. My cock was pumping tentatively in my underpants, and I remembered the day I had met Thuy, while Hoang and I were watching the titillating ladies’ titillating love play. About four years ago, when Nguyet had told Thuy about her affair with me, still working at the company headquarters seven miles north of our town, Thuy had asked if she couldn’t garner a bit experience, too, as she still was a virgin at almost 30. And so, Nguyet and I went to her house for lunch twice and rolled pieces of fruit in her pussy to warm her up.
Thuy wouldn’t have called herself ‘bisexual’, but she was enjoying Mira’s tender caresses immensely, just as she had Nguyet’s during their lunch breaks at work, after I had deflowered her. The next time, we could get some fruit or sashimi, which we could then dress in the ladies snatches for dessert. Well, today, there was only cock but, I was sure, that would be fine.
“Shall we swap now?” I asked everyone, but Hoang only replied something like ‘after half-time.’
To underscore his point, he had ‘cut’ one index finger with the other, but now the ladies got up and I quipped, nodding at the enticing backs and asses, as they were sauntering towards the bed, contre jour:
“Or we’ll just watch them.”
Thuy instantly lay down on her back, which prompted Mira to suck her nipples, kneeling perpendicular to her again. Thuy’s breasts were rather large; especially, since she was so small. She had her eyes closed, and now Mira reached between her legs. I opened another round of beer for us two guys, but then my daughter moved, kneeling down between Thuy’s legs, and kissed her new favorite pair of breasts again. Mira’s anus looked red, of course, as our real-estate Adonis had polished her orifice rather nicely earlier. There were no regrets on her part, however, I was certain as I went to pee, since it seemed that our thirst for that special kind of debauchery had already been quenched.
Back in the room, I watched Mira turning and then parking her ass above Thuy’s face, with hers between the latter’s legs. Hoang seemed to agree with my sentiment, as he went to the bathroom now, behind my back. Thuy had put her hands on Mira’s slim butt, and now tender smacking was filling the room. Oblivious of all around them, the ladies were taking care of the other’s perineum and snatch, which was a bucolic scene; partially, as I hadn’t expected it. The only downside was that it left us guys a bit baffled. Since Hoang didn’t want to interrupt their journey of discovery, either, we went over to the window to smoke again, as one does in such situations.
Of course, we also cracked another two beers open, but then Mira dismounted and lay down on her back next to Thuy. She grinned challengingly, and then the two ladies simultaneously opened their legs invitingly, almost like they had a plan. Their wet, glistening snatches were smiling and pumping at us, and we hurried to drop our cigarette butts in one of the empty cans. I noticed how similar the color of their bushes was: a pale dark brown. But while Mira’s wasn’t dense at all and a bit elongated, Thuy had almost a ball of hair above her clit.
The two damsels turned their heads towards each other, smiling. They were probably envisioning another, longer lesbian encounter, or they were just chipper, as more cock was about to arrive. Vaginal intercourse seemed to be looming now, and so we guys took off our underpants in unison at the foot end of the king-sized bed. With a grand gesture, Hoang invited me to pick a lady, and I decided to spoil my daughter, first, as he had already indicated that we would switch ‘after half-time.’
Kneeling over Mira’s chest, she began to stroke my cock artfully. Looking to my right, I saw that Hoang was getting ready between Thuy’s legs to mount her. Playfully, he rubbed her wet labia with his glans, before he unceremoniously entered her sheath, which prompted me to lay down on top of my sweetie, who spread her legs as wide as possible; perhaps, so that her left knee could touch Hoang’s or Thuy’s legs. I then could feel Mira’s hand on my shaft, which she directed where she wanted and needed it. When I was in, she wrapped her awesome light legs around my back, and I wasn’t so sure about the swapping idea anymore.
Yes, now we were fucking to the beat of our own thrusts; a cadence which reverberated of the walls and ceiling. Everyone was hollering and yodeling mirthfully from time to time, which gave wings to further arousal. After our pre-lunch depravity, that kind of crude, carnal energy had already been spend, and so we relished our frisky frolicking, until my daughter asked me if we didn’t want to swap partners. Thuy looked over, like they had talked about it earlier, which was fine with me. And so, I just propped my torso onto my outstretched forearms and marveled at my girl’s slim, heaving body, which had my cock inside, but then we guys quietly dismounted, trading pussies.
“Oh, dad, next week, I’m ovulating… but we’ll meet Emily and Sally here… for the tattoos, you remember?” Mira reminded me, grinning.
Emily was a colleague of Nguyet, Thuy, and Hoang, from the PR division of their large real-estate firm. Her drawing was excellent, and so Casey had asked her spontaneously once, here at the hotel, to draw some sketches for tattoos on her voluptuous young body. Of course, we had ended up fucking in the end, which had been my first time with Emily. Sally was Emily’s girlfriend, and the two of them had been meeting here in this room for months, after Emily had fallen in love with the younger one’s perfect thighs and large bush last summer.
Of course, I was keen on seeing Sally again; partially, as we hadn’t had sex proper yet: When the two of them had surprised Mira and me here, we had left it at chest bukkake and a lovely, tender intercrural session. I had a hunch, though, that Mira was jealous of Sally but then, she had the hots for Emily and was super-keen on getting one or two new tattoos. Emily’s specialty was to develop dragons out of Chinese characters, which even I thought was beautiful, even though I didn’t care too much for tattoos.
When Hoang briefly pulled out, Mira got on her knees, which prompted Thuy to follow suit. When everything was back in place, we guys grinned at each other, both holding onto the hips and asses of our playmates. I slowly drilled a fingertip back inside Thuy’s rectum, as it was just too easy, but then dismissed the idea of fucking her anus once more. But, at some point, Hoang and I needed to double-penetrate her again, like we did once last summer. Mira would certainly love to watch. And squirt to the music.
As was his thing, Hoang was now mirthfully slapping Mira’s sweaty ass, before he would come, which caused everyone on the room to crack up. The ladies had their heads turned sideways, towards each other, again, and we guys sped up to finish for today. Of course, Hoang came before I did, but seeing his cock twitch inside my daughter brought up my juices from the depths of my midsection shortly thereafter. After I had roared upwards again, I saw a long thread of cum dangling from Hoang’s cock, and so I playfully thrusted a bit more inside Thuy, during which my balls were hitting her clit.
Both ladies had shrieked and groaned earlier, like they had climaxed, but now Thuy’s supple body relieved itself of a whole array of fresh, enticing liquids, like a peeing pony. I didn’t think it was piss, but it didn’t really matter, as long as she was having fun. Mira lay down on her back and crawled under Thuy to suckle her tits again, and when Hoang presented Thuy his cock, while mine was still inside her at the other end of her torso, all four of us were finally united.