Surreptitious Love Ch. 120

Chapter 120 -- A huge Mess</p>
Charlie would certainly have to wait for a while, before he could lie down between his aunt Yen's immaculate legs. A few days ago, I had asked her if the two of us couldn't swing by her place for a sensual massage, but she said was busy because of the impending Tet holiday that celebrated the Lunar New Year, which was going to happen on February 1 this year. At least, Yen added that we could definitely see each other in about two weeks' time. Which was legit, as every Vietnamese woman had to do the majority of the cleaning and the decorating of the house before the traditional spring festival--and also cook and bake. In some ways, I actually liked that Charlie's fantasy had a little more time to ferment.
Six weeks ago, Charlie had injured himself playing football, but when his glorious aunt was massaging his thigh, he ejaculated onto her hand and arm. Unlike him, his older relative hadn't been embarrassed but even jerked him off again, tucking her flimsy house dress in the belt around her stomach and then pulling her panties down half-way on her thighs. To notch things up a bit, she had encouraged Charlie to touch her butt and, hesitatingly, he had even taken the liberty to play a bit in the succulent biotope between her cheeks. The capstone of this rousing experience had been a dangling, silverish string of pussy juice, which had eventually landed in said panties, alas. Now, Charlie was dreaming of getting another such thread of nectar out of her divine snatch, before he would perhaps sink his hungry cock between her fiery lips.
My former student Vu, who had been part of a dozen of our sensual escapades over the last two years, had recently hooked up with my 20-year-old niece Giang, who--needless to say--was also busy ten days before Tet, and so he asked me if we still met once a week for little orgies at the old hotel. Since our Filipina buddy Mira was the only one who didn't have to take part in the Tet preparations and wanted to get to know Vu anyway, the three of us arranged to see each other this Thursday. When I asked Nguyet for the key to the hotel, she told me she would give it to Hoang, another young lad who was part of our debauchery circle, which made it four. Charlie would probably join us, too. When I double-checked with our bisexual Filipina, she seemed positively thrilled about the prospect of getting properly banged this week, as she hadn't had intercourse for about a month.
With guys, that was. Mira was seeing her girlfriend--our blind, young masseuse Hanh--rather frequently, though. The two of them had become a couple over the last few weeks; as Hanh was blind and didn't speak English, the two of them probably ended up exploring each other's bodies every time they met. Unlike Charlie, Hanh didn't mind Mira's large clit, which resembled a tiny penis. The day Mira was supposed to deflower him, he had flinched when he discovered her rather long lust stud, but during the following weeks, they had made up for that lost opportunity.
I didn't even ask our real-estate agent ladies Nguyet and Thuy if they wanted to be part of our rumpus this week, as I already knew what their answer would be: Tet. They surely had to finalize things at work and, of course, get their respective houses ready for the big celebration. I actually wanted Charlie also to meet Hanh but figured her mother wouldn't let the blind girl out of the house until Mira was her official girlfriend, spoke some Vietnamese, and knew how to ride a motorcycle. Perhaps I could take Charlie to Hanh's, however, so that he could pick up the art of pussy massage. But that, again, would have to wait a few weeks, until the Lunar New Year celebrations would be over.
Although I really liked the combination coffee-shop-and-then-sex, as it promised food for the soul, the mind, and the body, this week we decided to go straight to the vintage hotel-- the default venue for our debauchery--as Charlie, too, had to help his mom with the preparations for Tet. Or, perhaps, his splendid aunt? Anyway, as we had pretty much exhausted his favorite topic of the incest with Yen just a week ago, I only asked Mira if she wanted to wrap our gangbang in some sort of role-play, perhaps, as she was into consensual non-consent, but she couldn't think of anything unique or rousing, and so she just said something along the lines of 'all she wanted was a good bang for the buck'.
Charlie had already pledged to take care of our lunch, which was all the more amazing as he would probably eat with his family around 11, before we would meet at the old hotel an hour later. As usual, Hoang was in charge of the beer and ice, but Vu would be busy until about 12:30. To strengthen the ties between Charlie and our young Filipina, I asked him to pick her up near our private English school, where she lived. Nguyet had reminded me to change the bedsheets at the hotel and to see if anything else needed attending. Once everything was set, Hoang and I would have a beer or two, smoke, and wait for the others.
Hoang arrived right on time, unlike Ümraniye Escort most Vietnamese would have, as I was still smoking outside the hotel. He had bought beer and a large bag of ice--sometimes, dreams did come true. We pushed the entrance door open and our motorcycles inside, before we closed it again and went upstairs. I liked the dignified tranquility of the old hotel when no one was speaking. If Mira had been here already, we could have banged her once on each floor or something, perhaps here in the stairwell with the gorgeous chandelier in view. Hoang hardly spoke any English, but we managed to exchange a few words in Vietnamese. He told me that his girlfriend Thanh, who had been instrumental in getting our orgies off the ground last summer, would be back in town for Tet. Once, Thanh and my dear Anna had even choreographed a striptease to have a beguiling lead-in, but then the girls suddenly had to go back to their respective universities in Saigon, so we still hadn't seen it.
In the kitchen, Hoang put the beer and the ice in the fridge and began to clean a bit, while I went upstairs to change the bed sheets and to see what else needed attention. I saw that Nguyet had placed new towels here, too, and there were also a bunch of old curtains on the floor, next to the bathroom door. Changing the sheets didn't take long, of course, but Hoang had even been quicker. He had brought me a beer as well as a glass with ice and suggested we go to the balcony to smoke. We passed the old wooden bench, on which I had forever wanted to lie with Mira's naked ass over my face, so that she could pee on me in small installments, while I would be licking and sucking her snatch. I detected a small erection, just from seeing the bench and envisioning the epic debauchery; hopefully, Charlie and Mira would get here soon.
The weather was pretty mild; the sun was out, and it was around 82 degrees. The wide street and the park across were pretty dead, though, this time of the day. It felt good to be standing here with Hoang, smoking, even though we couldn't talk much. Perhaps because of it. We were both looking up and down the street below us, like we couldn't wait for Mira to arrive. Perhaps three minutes later, there they were: She had the styrofoam containers with the food on her sizzling lap, sitting behind Charlie on his cookie-saw. She didn't look up to the 4th-floor balcony where we were smoking but got off the tiny bike to push the entrance door open. As she was wearing a face mask, glasses, and a baseball cap, one couldn't see her pretty face. Her peanut-butter-colored hair was dangling on the sides of her head, which made her look like a wiener dog. Of course, it was her hair and life, but it always bothered me when young women with shiny black hair tried to improve what was already perfect.
Anyway, Hoang and I went back inside to greet the others downstairs in the kitchen but, for some reason, I decided to lean against the railing to watch them ascend, instead. Mira looked hot in her black cargo pants and boots, which emphasized her long, slim legs but also her almost-too-small, boyish butt. When she got closer, I checked if she was wearing a bra but there seemed none under her white polo. To mirror Charlie's style, she was wearing a checked lumber-jack flannel like a jacket, just like him. Perhaps Charlie had lent it to her, as it seemed a bit too big for Mira's narrow shoulders.
Eventually, I waited for them on the corner of the stairwell on the third floor, and Mira took her mask off to kiss me right then and there. Unbelievable, how my cock pumped itself up immediately. As a bisexual young woman, she apparently was underscoring her masculine side today, with her combat boots that had three or four horizontal Velcro fasteners across, even though the suede leather seemed rather soft. But, yes, her fairly tight cargo pants reeked of martial arts or war; perhaps that was what a young woman who was into consensual non-consent wore to a gangbang with four guys.
When she turned in front of me to enter the kitchen, she put her hands in her pockets, which lifted up her shirt in the back and exposed her little butt. Oh, how I would have loved to press her against the banister in the stairwell, unbutton her pants, and pull them down to her thighs. I wasn't sure what would have been hotter, though: pulling the pants down together with her panties in one fell swoop or, first, admire her small butt for a few seconds, while it was still clad in her--I presumed--white girlish panties. Anyway, eventually, I would have kneeled down behind her and serviced her little savory brown anus crater with my eager tongue...
My reveries came to an abrupt end when Charlie took my upper arm to guide me to my seat, like I had never been here before or like he was the host. Or like I was in a retirement home all of a sudden. Well, I was sure he had meant well and, of course, we had to be grateful that he had taken care of the food. I asked him if we owed him any money, but the generous young lad he was only brushed me off. He had assigned me Escort Ümraniye the seat next to Mira, which I liked but, this way, I couldn't ogle her properly. But we still had two hours that would leave nothing to be desired, I was sure. I was amazed again about the innocence of the scene: Charlie was chatting with Hoang, who had dressed up for the occasion, while Mira was filling me in with the newest gossip from our private English school. I asked her about her new girlfriend Hanh, and if someone had entered the kitchen here right at this moment, they would not have been able to guess what epic debauchery was about to unfold.
I was surprised to see Charlie eat, as I thought that he had already had lunch with his family at home. I wondered what fibs he dished up his mother when he disappeared after lunch once a week. Well, he was 18 and--as long as he didn't neglect his university work--probably free to decide for himself with whom and where he spent his days. Hoang went over to the fridge to get us more beer. Mira requested a Pepsi instead, and asked Charlie across the table about one of those manga comics they had been talking about on and off. Hoang and I were ready to smoke when we were done with the food; he seemed perfectly content not having to carry on any conversation. Mira and I chatted a bit about trivial things then, but when she whispered that she needed to pee, I took a deep breath, considered our options, dumped my cigarette butt in one of the empty cans, and decided that that was a now-or-never moment.
Yes, we had reached the point-of-no-return. Mira and I got up, slowly, like we didn't want to disturb the others. Or like we were perfectly aware of the monstrosity of the act. I truthfully stated that we were going to piss, adding that it might take a while. Charlie nodded hastily, reaching for Hoang's pack of cigarettes, and cracked another beer open, like he wanted to show Mira and me that that would be just fine. I took her hand, and we left the kitchen to finally indulge in one of my--our?--enduring fantasies, something which I had only done once so far: with Jenny, at her modest home in the countryside, two summers back, before she had left to attend the Teachers' College in Vinh.
A few weeks back, Mira and I had passed the wooden bench upstairs, on the fourth floor, and I had told her that story with Jenny. Naturally, the pissing had to be done before all the boys and I would have come inside her, as I wouldn't relish the dripping cum on my face. Walking one floor up, we were still holding hands but not saying anything. At some point, I let go of her hand to fondle her firm little butt through the surprisingly soft material of her cargo pants which were, after all, not made for combat. I decided that it would be even hotter if she left both, her pants and boots on for the act. We kissed once more, and I reached under her polo, where I found an undershirt, which I immediately pulled out of the waistband of her pants to caress her naked skin. After squeezing her soft belly, I moved upward to fondle her tiny breasts, holding her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers for good measure.
We were both panting heavily when, finally, I unbuttoned her trousers to touch the front of her panties, at least. I could feel her somewhat wiry pubic hair through the fabric, and after our tongues had danced for another bit, she whispered:
"C'mon!"
I sat down on the bench, before I realized that I'd better take my clothes off. I requested that she leave hers on but, of course, she pulled her pants, together with her cute pastel panties, down to her knees. With her midsection exposed, she was now standing in front of me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever seen anything more endearing, beautiful, and hot. Well, Anna's lithe young body in her skyscraper panties topped it, but that was about it. Mira lifted up her flannel, holding the shirt and undershirt above her pubic mound, while I lay down on the bench, which she stepped now onto, towering over my hips, facing in the same direction, towards the balcony, from where Hoang and I had witnessed her arrival earlier. Ever so slowly, she was lowering her splendid savory ass onto my face now, which was a sight and smell I would never forget. I could hear her breathe, and in order to not lose her balance, she was holding onto the back of the bench with her left hand.
Small wafts of her beguiling ass aroma were gracing my nostrils, when she asked me to support her butt with my hands, while she tightened the grip on my hips with her combat boots to position herself firmly. We heard the door downstairs screech, which probably announced Vu's arrival. Even though I was not ashamed at all to have my young, half-naked Filipina colleague sit over my face with her naked ass, ready to pee in small installments while I would lick her, I still wanted Vu to turn into the kitchen one floor below, so that there wouldn't be any witnesses to this tantalizing utterly private act. I wondered if this hall here had ever beheld such depravity. Mira double-checked if she could piss Ümraniye Escort Bayan now, and I reminded her that--if she could--to do so only in brief jets. I grabbed her ass and began to lick and suck her peach, admiring her long clit from this unusual perspective. It didn't seem swollen yet but certainly would get stimulated close to bursting during the next hour or so.
After I had been licking her for a minute perhaps, she let out the first splash. Lukewarm yet fresh, her divine floral urine bedewed my lips, cheeks, and nose, and I tried to drink as much of it as I could. I laughed, as chipper as can be, when she offered her second splash, which lasted longer than the first. Her half-open cleft was trembling, and I watched two or three more drops leave her heavenly body and fall on me. I was still kneading her butt cheeks when she let go again for a third--and in many ways--also fourth time, but then she took my cock in her right hand. If she had taken off her pants, she could have blown me now, but I still was glad that she was still dressed, just exposing those parts of her young body that we needed for our beguiling, titillating game. I found everything irresistibly alluring. Oh, my good salacious Lord! Of course, she peed a bit longer every time she did, but after the seventh time or so, she asked, panting, if that was what I had had in mind:
"Yeah, yep... d-definitely. Ooaach, t-this is just awesome..." I assured her.
Her whole body was trembling now and, downstairs, we could hear the boys laugh. I wondered if the three of them knew what we were doing, while she was pissing for the eighth and ninth time. I drank, slobbered, licked, and sucked like there was no tomorrow and lost count. At some point, I chocked on her steaming elixir, but when I had recovered, I reached a state of quasi-religious rapture. Jesus, this was great! We had to do that again the following week. Somehow. Perhaps naked, and combined with a blowjob. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked her dry, before I started eating her cunt like an oyster, which led to a small explosion the next time she let go. Her urine was burning inside my nostrils, but I was in heaven. Wet as she was, I slowly pushed my middle finger up her sheath and admired the different layers of wet, swollen, vermillion flesh. Eventually, she drowned me with everything she still had in her cavities, swinging sideways with her hips like she wanted to extinguish a forest fire.
Completely satisfied, we got up at some point, but now I needed to pee as well, which Mira had apparently anticipated, as she now took off her boots, pants, and underwear. She put everything on the floor, on top of my clothes, a few feet away, before she completely undressed. The only things still attached to her body were her glasses and wrist-watch; apparently, the thing was water-proof. Standing in front of me, looking incredibly hot with her wet thighs and soaked, dripping pubic mound, she seemed to ask me to pee onto her. I looked at her peanut-butter-brownish hair, hoping that perhaps my piss would wash out the silly ugly dye. Eventually, she handed me her glasses to put them on the pile of clothes near me, when I remembered that she liked it when things happened quasi against her will. I told her to kneel down in front of me and apologized half-heartily that I had difficulties peeing in smaller increments.
"That's alright," she nodded, and so I just let go when she had parked her hot little butt on her heels.
I aimed directly at her forehead; of course, hitting her hair and face in the process. I watched how my urine was dousing her head and promised myself to tell her to stop using hair-dye. Mira had her eyes closed and was enjoying the depraved warm shower, which at least didn't smell bad, I thought. But not as good as hers. After the first half, I focused more on her shoulders and tiny titties and then even further down on her belly and lap. The whooshing and swooshing was amplified by the strange acoustics of the large hall and stairwell, and I asked myself if the boys downstairs in the kitchen could actually hear our orgiastic chanting as well as the rippling of our steaming fountain of youth. I was glad that the three of them were having a good time, allowing Mira and myself to indulge in one of our strangest and strongest fantasies. Perhaps we would have even done it with witnesses, but for some reason I would not want to be around when Charlie peed on her. Perhaps his aunt, though.
The lads probably knew that they needed to wait until we would be done and I would come down to get them. I pulled Mira up on her shoulders after the disgrace had ended, and we went into the only half-furnished room left in the whole hotel to take a shower. But then I grabbed one of the old curtains here on the floor to soak up the puddle outside, first. Mira insisted on helping, and we decided that, for now, it would be best to toss the wet fabric onto the balcony where it wouldn't bother anyone. It could dry there, or not, and eventually we would just toss it to the ground and throw it into some dumpster nearby. As there were openings above each window and door, the constant soft breeze would eradicate the smell as well. After all, that's what made this bench here on the fourth floor at the old hotel, which was slated for renovation anyway, so perfect for such kind of thing.