Surreptitious Love Ch. 187

Literotic asexstories – Surreptitious Love Ch. 187 by BenGarland,BenGarland
Chapter 187 – Brining in the Shadow of Skirts

Our petite, blind masseuse Hanh had told us a while back that she also wanted to be part of a roleplay one day, and so, my muse Nguyet and I had often racked our brains what titillating part the blind young woman could play. Once, when Nguyet was trying to set up a mock-brothel at an old guesthouse that her real-estate company was managing, Hanh had joined us as the neighbor’s daughter, who didn’t like to be alone at home, because of her disability. But that had been her short acting career, so far.

Needless to say, Hanh had still enjoyed the lovely fracas with Nguyet, Charlie and me, but it had only been a one-time thing. Tina and Mira, I had – separately – filmed stealing at the supermarket and then taken to a cheap hotel with the promise to delete the footage after a solid round of sex and peeing. However, I never thought I could do that with Hanh. But neither could we doll her up with lacy stockings and park her at some curb or on a park bench and pretend that she was a part-time hooker. Or could we, somehow?

Well, for now we were covered, as we had found a role for our sweet, blind Hanh, who was 22 in real life and slated to get married when her boyfriend Minh would be released from the army. Until then, she would spend time with my bisexual ex-colleague and her girlfriend Mira, who had just turned into my 18-year-old student Hiroki, who would bring her girlfriend, whose name was now Yuki, along to a visit to my bachelor’s pad, which was located at the old, empty hotel, where our orgy circle had been meeting for more than two years.

Mira was a divine jokester, a tomboy and rare character, who could infuse any social situation with mirth and positivity. The unexpected turns that ensued belonged to the absolute highlights of my sex-life. Three weeks ago, we had met again after not seeing each other for almost half a year, but then, after our first round of sex at the old hotel, she had gone up to the sixth floor, where she had deposited some clothes during her unfortunate relationship with butch Emily, and then surprised me with her school uniform, which she had probably brought back on her last trip to the Philippines.

And so, Hiroki was born; inadvertently, yet aptly provided with a boy’s name. Our impromptu role-play had revealed that we, as teacher and student, had developed a crush on each other but, so far, only I had really divulged what went through my mind when I saw Hiroki sitting across in the front row from my teacher’s desk: My ultimate fantasy was to be able to watch her pee out from under her blue uniform skirt and then fuck her past the crotch piece of her white panties. The question was, though, if I would super-quickly throw myself between her feet, while she was peeing, or simply watch the deed from a short distance, while her skirt would be covering her thighs. Knowing Hiroki, I had a hunch that we would, eventually, try both to see which was hotter.

Or try both versions today, as blind Yuki was joining us. Anyway, we would see. Of course, I arrived first at the empty hotel where, allegedly, my apartment was. I smoked a ciggy downstairs to perhaps welcome the two of them right there and then walk up to the fourth floor together with the two lovely damsels. But then, Hiroki had already been here twice and could guide her blind girlfriend upstairs without my assistance. When I was done smoking and still couldn’t see the two of them, I went up by myself, opened the window and a beer, before I grabbed a chair and took it to the small balcony on the front to smoke again.

Around lunch-time, there were hardly any people or motorcycles around, since there was a large park across the street, which wasn’t frequented this time of the day, though. The Vietnamese had lunch early, around 11, to be able to take a nap afterwards, before they would return to work at 1 or 1:30. I kept looking up and down the wide, empty street, which had a median with palm trees, bushes, and flowers but then went inside to place two large old curtains under the bedsheet, in case we peed during sex.

Would both girls be wearing school uniform today? I asked myself during the final touch-ups. Did Hanh even still have hers? If so, wouldn’t it be slightly too tight, around her little bosom? Or, perhaps Mira was picking her friend up from judo training? Oh, wouldn’t I love to peel that wide jacket and the generous pants off our petite masseuse. And then smell her young skin after the physical exercise, but Hanh would probably take a shower right at the sports center, after the martial arts class, as it wouldn’t make sense to visit her friend’s teacher at his home without taking a shower after doing sports.

No, as the premise of our role-play was that Hiroki’s blind friend Yuki had difficulties finding a boyfriend – but was curious to have sex after her previous beau had left her – she would probably doll up and try to look her best. So no, she wouldn’t be wearing her judo outfit. Although: the smell of her young skin after two hours of exercise must be utterly beguiling. Anyway, when I stepped back onto the balcony, after I was done with the preparations inside the room, I saw the two of them trundling along towards the hotel together on Mira’s older Yamaha.

To be a good host, I went all the way downstairs again to greet them. And yes, it had looked like both of them were wearing similar, mostly blue-and-white uniforms. Perhaps Mira had two. What did her roommates actually say when she left their shared house dressed like that, though? Or had she changed only at Hanh’s house, while helping her to get ready? In our role-play, Yuki couldn’t go to the same school as Hiroki – where I worked as a teacher – but there was no School for the Blind in our town, as far as I knew. But then Hiroki would make something up, or it simply didn’t matter.

Anyway, when I arrived downstairs in the old lobby, Hiroki was pulling the large, screeching metal entrance door closed, before she placed the padlock into the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed. As Hanh-Yuki and I had known each other for almost three years now, she smiled when I said a few words to her, touching her forearm, which I then rubbed tenderly with my thumb. Her nostrils were quivering noticeably, while we were standing close to each other, when Hiroki introduced us.

Hanh was actually Mrs. Yen’s god-child who, in turn, was the mother of one of my former students, Linh. The day Hanh and I had met, she had massaged me together with Yen to gain experience with a male body, for a change, which turned into a somewhat bashful sex session. That day, Hanh had still been a bit reluctant but soon after, Yen had left the two of us at her house once, and then we really partied hard. This spring, Mira had played Yen’s daughter in another role-play, of which I had only the fondest memories; partially, since Yen was, hands down, the most attractive woman of her generation in our province. Yeah, we all knew our proclivities and inclinations really well and understood each other blindly. No pun intended. Otherwise, the role-play wouldn’t have worked.

“Ta-daah! Mister Ben, this is Yuki!” Hiroki was beaming, while doing a little curtsy, before she flipped her hand past her shoulder to point at our lovely, beautiful friend.

For a split-second, I thought that the two of them already had sex, as cheerful and relaxed as they seemed, but I couldn’t ask in my role as Hiroki’s teacher. Yuki smiled and nodded in my general direction, and I began to notice some details of their clothes, as we were walking up the stairs. So that Yuki had it easier, she was walking between Hiroki and me, and we were holding her nimble little hands. My student was wearing the same outfit as the previous week: a dark-blue skirt and – under her light-brown cardigan with the school emblem on the left chest – a thin, white blouse. Unlike last week, she had replaced her bowtie with the spiffy blue tie again that had diagonal, paired, light-blue stripes on it.

The icing on the cake, however, were Hiroki’s nylons, which she was sporting because she knew how much I liked her wearing pantyhose from time to time.

“Snazzy stockings, Hiroki… and the high heels… spiffy…” I remarked.

“Well, Mister Ben, didn’t you know I had to recite that long poem in front of the whole school this morning, during assembly?!” she reminded me.

Sure, ok, that made sense, but before I could think of a way to continue our conversation, Hiroki had a natural question for which we needed an affirmative answer for our roleplay to continue:

“Mister Ben,” she whispered, “Do you actually find Yuki attractive?”

“Oh yeah, sure… she has a sweet face and a lovely little body… enticing … oh, yes…” I replied truthfully.

Of course, this was a man’s dream, which would probably never be fulfilled in real life: a hot 18-year-old student is delivering her attractive blind friend to her teacher’s apartment, decidedly for sex. But then, that’s why we all liked roleplays so much: We could suspend reality and alter the settings, until the situation would be most arousing and conducive to fulfilling our fantasies. Mira and I had done it multiple times; the hottest of our roleplays was when she, as my long-lost daughter, had demonstrated how she had tried to find a sugar daddy in Quezon City, as a college student in the Philippines. Purportedly, Mira had been the result of a brief affair I had 26 years earlier with her mother Esmeralda at the German embassy there.

In fact, the whole father-daughter-incest role-play had been completely captivating, but if I wasn’t completely mistaken, Mira-Hiroki had been wearing the same pair of pantyhose the day we had met as father and daughter. At least, her legwear looked very similar: dark brown, almost black. Looking at Hanh, now Yuki, I was exceedingly glad that we were meeting during a time when she was really healthy. She suffered from a rare nerve condition, called Neuromyelitis optica, which had not only taken her eye-sight when she was about 13, but was now giving her other issues as well, including mood swings and phases of listlessness.

Today, however, Yuki seemed to be in exceedingly good spirits, the way she was pressing my hand and mirthfully swinging her arm. She was wearing a blue skirt, too, but it was checked, light-and-dark-blue. Hers looked more like a real Vietnamese school-uniform skirt, as did the light-grey blouse, which had blue-and-red facing on her collar, chest pocket, and shoulders. Yuki’s hair was relatively short but incredibly dense, like a helmet. She wasn’t sporting stockings but wearing her cute little black combat boots, which she knew I liked. Oh, yeah, the ladies had put a lot of thought into the details, and I was sure they had lots of fun when they were getting ready today.

“Yuki’s hair is wonderful… so thick and shiny… and dense…” I remarked, as we were sitting down in the only furnished room of the whole hotel.

Apart from the maid’s chamber on the sixth floor, of course. Hiroki confirmed that her friend had been to the hairdresser the day before, in anticipation of meeting me today. Lovely. To be a perfect host, I had bought an array of non-alcoholic beverages and now asked the girls what they wanted. Hiroki slipped out of her velour pumps with the help of the toes of the other foot and then told Yuki what drinks she could choose from, before she encouraged her to take her shoes off as well, as is customary in Asia.

Just like last week, Hiroki got cookies out of her backpack, which I loved, as that was really some sort of authentic student quasi-lunch. Had they taken their shoes off, though, as they were in a hurry to have sex? Probably not, but it was better, strategically. Now, Hiroki stuffed some cookies in Yuki’s hand, like one might do with a child, and I felt already really good about everything. Even the cookies were lovely, as they were filled with some sort of thick, fruity crème. After eating two, I lit another ciggy, though, as smoking and drinking beer went hand in hand. And the window was open, anyway.

“Hiroki, did you tell Yuki about the awesome period sex we had here last week?” I asked her to get the ball rolling.

Her Halloween essay, which Hiroki had brought the previous week, was also still on the table, but I didn’t feel like correcting it now. Surreptitiously, I covered it with the textbook that I had brought a few weeks back and then put the pens on top of it.

“Yes, sure… I’ve told her. And do you know what?! Yuki has her period roughly during the same days…” Hiroki was chuckling, happy about her amusing rejoinder.

“Oh, does that mean that we… the three of us… in three weeks?” I asked somewhat trepidatious.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Mister Ben?” Hiroki was challenging me.

“Sure, but I thought that had been sort of an exception,” I back-pedaled a bit, hiding my excitement. “I think I’d have to get used to the idea of… err, ahem, well, doing it with both of you when you’re both menstruating…” I was hemming and hawing.

As such, unctuous period sex was right up my alley. Hiroki seemed disappointed, though:

“I’ve promised Yuki… kind of…” she was pouting. “I don’t wanna tell her now that it’s not going to happen… Yuki wants to try it, too… she’s never done it…” Hiroki added, fibbing.

Holy Moly, the determination! I thought to myself. But of course, I didn’t want to be a killjoy. And it was still three weeks away; lots could happen between now and then:

“Ok, deal! I mean, if you’re already looking forward to doing it…”

Hiroki unbuttoned her cardigan and switched topics: She asked me if I was in the habit of looking at her bosom during class.

“Well, there isn’t much to look at,” I quipped, truthfully, as she was pretty flat.

“Oh, Mister Ben, now you’re being mean…” she pouted again.

Oh man, was she cute. When she had taken the tails of her cardigan to the sides, I saw that the material of her shirt was rather thin, so that I could make out her white bra underneath, whose cups seemed to consist mainly of lace, as I was almost able to locate her pinkish little nipples. Wow! I thought to myself, but pretended I hadn’t seen anything.

“But still…” she complained about what I had just said, pushing her chest out, towards me, before she admitted: “Yeah, Yuki has a bit more… true.”

Of course, now we both had to look at Yuki’s little chest, which was more formidable, even though the latter was, in real life, four years younger than Hiroki. Hanh’s little boobs were the size of apricots and, basically hemispherical. Firm, lovely, and roundish. With slightly darker nipples than Hiroki’s, whose tits always reminded me of crumpets. Yes, as Yuki was four inches shorter than her seeing friend, she appeared much more womanly – without weighing more – since her butt was also slightly bigger.

Hiroki took off her cardigan and moved her chair to my left, so we could sit closer together and touch each other. Of course, now I could also see her lacy bra under her thin white blouse better.

“Yuki said earlier that the two of us should start…” she told me quietly with an impish smile, as she was unbuttoning her blouse to about half-way down. “She’ll join us, somehow…” she added with her fingers on the next button down.

“Well, I’d asked myself earlier how we would begin… but, yes, your bra is pretty alluring… in fact, everything about you… the two of you is… also, your small boobs,” I finally added, so that Hiroki wouldn’t feel bad anymore about her modest young bosom.

“Well, ok, then…” she replied quickly, before she took Yuki’s right hand to place it on her left bra cup.

Yuki could, of course, feel the mesh and lace and now knew how far we were along in our choreography, which was a more charming and rousing way to bring our blind friend in than just telling her. I was pretty sure that the two young women had talked about the afternoon and the possible sequence of events beforehand, but now Yuki followed suit by unbuttoning her own blouse a bit, while Hiroki removed her tie.

“So that you can see everything better…” she commented, giggling mirthfully. “But I think you’re right: I’d want my boobs to be a bit bigger, actually…” she admitted.

“Yeah, me too…” I teased her again, only to quickly add: “No, nonsense. Everything about you is just right. You’re slim and trim, so your breasts fit the rest of your slender body perfectly… and you’re still young,” I comforted her. “There’s more to come…”

Well, probably not, as she was already 25 in real life, almost 26. But, of course, we needed some beguiling banter to swing ourselves further up, on to new levels of arousal. As she didn’t say anything immediately, I added, chuckling:

“If your boobs were bigger, I’d be too distracted to teach, though…”

After I had dropped my cigarette butt into an empty beer can, I moved my chair yet closer to Hiroki’s. After all, she had said that the two of us would start, bevor Yuki would join us one way or another. And there was indeed, it seemed, some sort of master choreography when it came to fore-playing and undressing: chest came before legs, perhaps, and the center of the universe came last, universally.

As Yuki had acute senses, she could probably tell by the rustling of the material and the accelerated breathing where we roughly were in our titillating game. In the meantime, I had reached for Hiroki’s small breasts and was now caressing them through the thin white mesh. While I was twiddling Hiroki’s nipples through the fabric of her snazzy bralette, she closed her eyes and sighed enticingly. To move things along, I pulled the tails of her blouse out from under the waistband of her skirt and then watched her slim belly heave. Which was quite an endearing sight.

“Mister Ben, are we going to do period sex again next month, please?” Hiroki begged me. “That was sooo beautiful…” she sighed.

“Sure, if you really want to, we’ll do it…” I promised her. “The lubrication is really nice, true… and it’s very unlikely that you’ll get pregnant…” I offered as the two main reasons, although there were more. “And sure, if Yuki wants it, too…”

“But could you also lick me then? And Yuki?” she notched up their game.

Well, that was the next logical step, but the two of them?! I felt a bit queasy but still nodded, as I didn’t want to disappoint her again, after our mini-tiff about her titties. Instead, I placed my hand on one of her nylon-clad thighs and fondled it, before I reached further up under her skirt to massage the soft, firm flesh. When I reached her sweet slim boat-hull, I squeezed it tenderly, like I wanted to milk it, before I admitted – already panting quite heavily – that she was driving her teacher insane:

“Hiroki, when I see you sitting in class, in the front row, I can barely control myself…” I wheezed and swallowed with my mouth dry.

Yuki had moved closer in the meantime and was now sitting across from me, with Hiroki to my left between us. Our petite blind friend was now exploring Hiroki’s young, enticing body on her own with her small, nimble hand, which right then was on Hiroki’s left knee, ready to move up further on her perfect thighs under the navy-blue skirt. I still cracked another beer open to pour some into Hiroki’s glass, as she liked to mix her tart lemonade with the slightly bitter lager.

After I had watched her taking a sip, Hiroki handed me her glass to put it back on the table, but then I couldn’t wait any longer and folded her uniform skirt back onto her belly. For Yuki and me. And Hiroki herself. For all of us. I wasn’t sure anymore if this really was the pair of nylons she had been wearing on that fateful day in January, when she had finally met her ‘father’, but if not, they were on the same level of snazziness: A relatively thick seam came down from the waistband on the front, where it bifurcated roughly over her clit to disappear into her groins, framing her pussy boat-hull perfectly.

Under the stretched material, which wasn’t as dark as her legs appeared, I saw a precious pair of white mesh panties, which formed a set with the bra and looked expensive. Similar to on her bra, small and medium-sized flowers alternated with plain mesh on the triangle in the front, while the seams and the crotch piece were of thicker, plain material. I placed Yuki’s dexterous hand onto this most gorgeous sight and then watched our petite blind masseuse trace the contours of Hiroki’s pubic mound and bone.

Yuki was now feeling the seam fork and then the large macadamia-nut lust stud underneath the two thin layers of fabric. After I joined Yuki, our hands were sometimes meeting on Hiroki’s lap landscape, but then I slowly unbuttoned Yuki’s blouse. Of course, she didn’t mind; she only smiled coyly in anticipation of the impending sensual pleasure. Bedazzled, smitten, and besotted, I then tickled Hiroki’s perineum and clit again, until I traced her bush one more time with the tips of my index and middle fingers.

The touches were hot in themselves, but seeing her whole lap clad in such a rousing fashion and heave added to the pleasure, of course. I marveled at the portions of brown pubic hair that I could make out through the mesh and the slightly glistening dark pantyhose and twiddled her large pulsating clit some more. I only stopped after Yuki had decided to pull up her skirt as well to invite Hiroki and me to spoil her with caresses.

Looking at Yuki’s small lap, we saw a pair of tight, pink-and-yellow cotton panties. I couldn’t quite make out the pattern but remembered that Yuki’s little pussy was like a toy: If not needed, all the parts folded up neatly, until there was just a flat surface. Which was quite a contrast to Hiroki’s slim boat hull, which often reminded me of the taillights of a vintage car, like a Wartburg 311. Like those superhero figures that could turn themselves into a car, Yuki’s little pussy could unfold itself and get ready for whatever task was at hand, after which it folded back all by itself, until Yuki looked like a doll again.

“Hiroki, how long does your clit get when you’re really aroused?” I asked her and put Yuki’s little hand back onto the impressive lust-stud.

“Maybe like this,” Hiroki guessed, holding up her thumb and index finger about an inch apart, after which she kinda hectically took off her blouse.

And then her bra, too. So that Yuki wouldn’t miss any major development, I placed her hand onto Hiroki’s flat little crumpet, to which they both responded with warm smiles. I watched Yuki’s dexterous hand massaging Hiroki’s boob and then had to smile myself, when Yuki twiddled the nipple between her thumb and index finger.

“Has Yuki ever touched your naked boobs?” I was curious to move our little chamber play along.

“Yes, you know: She sometimes massages me, at her house… her aunt owns a massage salon for women, and Yuki helps sometimes. And then we get almost naked… but I always keep my panties on,” she lied charmingly.

“Is Yuki a good masseuse?” I was curious, while I was watching Yuki’s rousing treatment of Hiroki’s chest.

“Oh, yeah… quite… she does it really well…”

“But the salon is only for ladies, you said?”

“Yes… but if she likes it here today, perhaps she’ll make an exception for you, Mister Ben…” Hiroki replied, sighing quietly.

As the girls were still caressing each other, I placed my hand on Yuki’s knee and then thighs, looking at Hiroki’s divine nylon-covered lap again. Man, that dark seam that split over her clit and the contours of her pubic mound were just awesome!

“Doesn’t your long clitoris arouse you when it rubs against your underwear? Or when you pee?!” I was genuinely curious.

“Sure, sometimes I even climax when I pee… a bit… nothing big…” she whispered but then chuckled, before she turned her head away from me to look at her blind girlfriend.

Since the latter knew that her friend’s chest was already naked, Yuki also took off her blouse, and her little bra as well, but only to put on her shirt again, which she didn’t button, though. Oh yes, she may be blind, but Yuki understood how eroticism worked. I couldn’t turn my gaze away from her relatively dark areolae under the light-grey fabric and then watched her left boob wobble slightly, through the opening in her shirt, as Yuki was moving her upper body. Of course, I then took the liberty to reach in and caress her sweet little hemispheres.

Yuki blushed but continued to fondle her girlfriend’s pussy and bush gently, unperturbed. Playing with Hiroki’s large clit as well as Yuki’s firm little breasts induced an array of boosts to my erection and, naturally, increased everyone’s willingness to completely forget themselves. More keenly than before, I refocused on Hiroki’s flat chest right next to me, bevor I even leaned forward and took her right titty completely into my mouth. I could feel Yuki’s hand on my cheek, as she was checking what was going on, but then she enwrapped her friend’s left boob with her moist tender lips, onto which she had applied lipstick with Hiroki’s help.

While Yuki was sucking her buddy’s areola, I caressed her cheek, and when Yuki finally let go of Hiroki’s nipple, we kissed in front of my favorite student’s chest, while we continued to stimulate her with our fingertips. Hiroki was moaning and sighing above our heads, but when I placed my hand again between her legs, I noticed that she had squirted in the meantime: the crotch of her dark-brown pantyhose was wet and sticky, while there was some foam as well.

“Mister Ben, I’m sorry…” she whispered.

“No reason to, Hiroki… I mean, that’s why we are doing this… but let’s go over to the bed…” I suggested.

The noise of the moving of chairs caused a bit of confusion for Yuki, of course, as she couldn’t be sure what was going on. So, I pulled her gently up from her seat and bent forward to kiss her, during which I reached into her open blouse again to fondle her young bosom, which I liked better and better; semi-hidden, as her firm young boobs were.

“Don’t you need to pee, Hiroki?” I asked her.

She nodded hesitatingly, and so I led the two girls the ten feet over to the mattress. Standing next to the bed, I quickly undressed, before I reached under Hiroki’s skirt to pull her pantyhose plus her undies down to about two-thirds her relatively long thighs. I then grabbed both of Yuki’s hands, of which I placed one onto my noodle, while the other went between the naked upper portion of Hiroki’s legs.

When Yuki had enough information, she took off her skirt as a result, so that we could admire her yellow-and-pink panties properly, which reminded me of vanilla-and-strawberry ice-cream. As the material was semi-translucent, Hiroki and were able to see her little black triangle underneath, and – if I wasn’t completely mistaken – there was a medium-sized wet spot further down, too.

After I had lain down, Hiroki swung her right leg over my head. I still had my chin on my chest, not entirely sure what was about to ensue. Her moist thighs got kinda stuck on my ears, folding them in, but then I finally rested my head in her panties-and-stocking banner that was stretching across her heavenly young thighs. Looking up, her glistening slim boat hull was emanating messenger substances galore with the most pleasing sourish, warm fragrance. With my head bobbing slightly in her underwear hammock, I truly felt like in heaven.

I took a sequence of deep breaths and was tempted to take a nap. But then, of course, it would have been foolish to close my eyes. And so, I kept marveling at her young, elegant snatch, which was sweating out pearls of translucent nectar, while Yuki had found my cock in the meantime and was perhaps ready to take it into her mouth. I reminisced briefly about the hottest moments with Mira-Hiroki but, naturally, regretted that Yuki wasn’t able to witness fully what was about to transpire.

As nicely as Hiroki’s skirt kept the aroma together, I felt warm and was afraid I would overdose on the delicious effluvia of Hiroki’s young flesh. And so, I lifted her garment for a second; also, to be able to see what exactly Yuki was doing and how she was placed. Well, close enough to fondle her roundish, firm butt, whose curves were outright perfect, the way she was positioned: Yuki was kneeling perpendicular near my left hip, where she now got ready to blow me.

Yuki was well-versed in blowjobs and didn’t disappoint: after pulling my foreskin back, she touched my glans with the tip of her tongue a few times, until she had found the opening of my urethra, while the rustling of Hiroki’s skirt indicated that something was about to happen. I looked up once more and noticed that her wet cleft had opened in the meantime, but then felt Yuki taking my rod between her lips. Sucking gently, I watched her whole body swaying and adjusted my head and neck once more in Hiroki’s beguiling pantyhose hammock.

Oh, good salacious Lord! This was almost too much. Hiroki’s stockings had, apparently, collected every molecule of messenger substances they could find, and now the cocktail of pussy nectar, sweat, and only-God-knows-what was overwhelming: musky, savory, sultry, and succulent, but also sourish-fresh as her pussy was, Hiroki now rubbed it into my face, after she had lowered her torso by two inches. When I felt her long pumping clit on my tongue, I almost lunged after it, but then decided to remain with my head in the world’s most beguiling head hammock.

Apparently, Hiroki had felt that I was going after her long lust stud and now fed it to me. Of course, I did her the favor of sucking it wholeheartedly and could feel her pulse between my lips. The vacuum created more intense blood flow toward her tantalizing midsection, which resulted in subdued, gut-wrenching moans and groans from the other end of her torso, as they only reached my ears through the fabric of her school-uniform skirt.

The lovely piece of garment was surrounding my head like a bell or a blanket, which kept all the rousing aromas in and intensified them. Dizzy and enraptured in and directly under the epicenter of Hiroki’s youthful divine vessel, I licked her wet, sticky treasure once more, before I took her twitching lust stud back into my mouth. As I was twiddling her long clit, with my nose directly on the opening of her urethra, Hiroki finally let go, and a pungent yet sweet waft of urea stung my nostrils.

I retreated by an inch or two to be able to witness the spectacle. Her tepid urine was dousing my whole face now, and the initial strong savoriness soon gave way to a more flowery and fresher scent, which was much more becoming her lithe, supple body and soul. I felt my head bounce a bit in the panty-and-stocking-hammock, as I was slobbering, close to the intriguing salmon-colored well. Not to get inundated completely and have some room to breathe, I pecked the insides of her lovely thighs and noticed that the jet wasn’t as strong today as it had been in the past.

When I lifted her skirt in the front to check on Yuki, I detected an impish smile on our blind friend’s lovely face, who could hear and smell what was going on but had decided to blow me rather slowly. I caressed Yuki’s back, while Hiroki was still dousing me, and then fondled Yuki’s roundish little butt some more, before I pulled her panties down with her help. With her butt crack now naked and exposed, I ever so tenderly let my hand run up and down that most enticing cleft, before the tip of my fingers found her wet labia slugs.

When I searched for Hiroki’s clit again, I found it thicker, longer, and more erect. It had left its parking spot on my student’s skin and was protruding into the air, pointing away from her pubic mound and vestibule. The way Hiroki’s whole midsection was trembling, she seemed well on her way to her first orgasm today, but when her little living-room fountain had subsided, I was able to focus on Yuki’s little snatch. When Hiroki saw it, she leaned forward, like she had forgotten that my head was still between her legs.

As intense and tantalizingly beguiling as everything was here, under Hiroki’s skirt, I didn’t want to crawl out; especially not now that I could sense that the girls were giggling and taking turns on my cock. Once every minute, I nonetheless briefly lifted Hiroki’s skirt, as there was a lack of oxygen under the blanket-bell, but when Hiroki pressed her pussy directly onto my face, I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and pried them apart, so that I could lick her brownish perineum and pale anus caldera. After a few rounds, she moaned upward in little cascades and then mirthfully squirted right into my mouth.

As I could already feel the characteristic prickling and tickling in my groins, I now grew eager to get out from under Hiroki’s skirt, but when there was a second round of translucent, fresh nectar, I tried to drink as much of it as I could. Some, of course, was running down my cheeks and chin, but then I pressed her light body up and crawled out from between her divine, slim legs.

After I had found my bearings again, I noticed that Yuki’s panties were also still banner-like between her lovely short thighs. Apparently, she had soiled herself, too, as her underwear was partially wet. I caressed her thighs and butt, whispering a few tender words, so that she knew where I was located, but then I couldn’t hold back anymore and removed her undies from her short little legs.

Kneeling on the bed with my upper body upright, I reached for Yuki to plug her little toy snatch with my pumping purple rod from behind. When her greasy lips had enwrapped my knob, I pulled her supple butt down, sliding upward inside her sheath. Hiroki had left the bed to take off her soiled garments but then came over again to assist her blind buddy in removing her blouse. When Yuki felt her friend was kneeling directly in front of her, she sought her nipples, of which she then took one into her mouth.

As small as Yuki was between us, Hiroki and I were able to kiss, while our petite masseuse switched from one of Hiroki’s nipples to the other, all the while cheerfully bobbing up and down my shaft.

“Do you wanna have a go as well?” I asked my favorite student at some point, who then briefly talked to our petite masseuse.

And so, we switched. I lay down on my back, however, upon the girls’ request, as I was larger and heavier than the two of them combined. And also, this way, the fun could be prolonged and our orgasms postponed a bit. After Hiroki had settled on my midsection, she fumbled my eagerly pumping rod inside her tight snatch, before she let gravity do her work: While Hiroki’s little ass was now slowly approaching my skin, I reached for Yuki to direct her to sit on my face. This would block my view of Hiroki, but I simply couldn’t imagine not licking Yuki’s enticing little midsection now, until she would also come.

Just as I had pulled her swell butt cheeks apart and was about to put my tongue inside her puckering sphincter, I could feel that Hiroki had begun her bobbing. Seeing Yuki’s brown, serrated rosette, I recalled her telling us that she had already tried anal sex at the School of the Blind she had attended in Quy Nhon but hadn’t been happy about it. I knew that she wanted to give it another shot. As I was rimming the little cone, I wondered if we couldn’t take a bath together one day and then carefully attempt getting inside her lovely rectum.

Yuki’s compact butt smelled nicely savory and aromatic, kinda wholesome, like a forest floor after some rain in the fall; not even close to overbearing. Just befitting her petite young body. I licked her quivering perineum some more, but then also checked what the two girls, who were facing each other on top of me, were doing. Sure enough, they were fondling each other’s boobs and faces with relish, and I hadn’t seen Hiroki so happy in a long time. Thankfully, that weird relationship with butch-Emily was over.

Now that I was tenderly rimming Yuki’s sphincter, I noticed that she had begun to squirt again, but when there was a faint sausage stock aroma, I looked down between her legs, at which point she began to piss. As she wasn’t pulling her pussy open with her finger, though, everything was splashing cheerfully onto my chest, throat, and face, and I quickly slid further under the libation. Both girls were still jubilantly bobbing their asses, but now I decided to use two fingers, so that her piss could form a proper jet.

I absolutely loved the nonchalance and utter debauchery of the act, which wasn’t gross at all. Basically, it was just water, a bit of urea, and something else: as fragrant as Yuki’s pee smelled, I almost thought of perfume. And wasn’t there also a hint of pickle juice, similar to her aunt Ly’s piss? Perhaps, that was genetic. No, yes, everything was absolutely lovely; I even liked that Hiroki had taken a break from fucking me and was just waiting, with my noodle still fermenting inside her.

Oh, my God, was Yuki’s little round butt awesome! It almost looked like inflated now, but – at perhaps 13 inches wide – it was still small by European or American standards. Butt outright perfect! A bit wider than Hiroki’s but not quite as tall. Just before Yuki was done peeing, she gyrated her bottom a bit, like she wanted to make sure I got properly doused, but now Hiroki dismounted to slide near my armpit, where she then assisted Yuki, who had sometimes difficulties holding her balance.

Before the three of us would change positions again, perhaps, I got another full, wholesome dose of Yuki’s fine ass- and pussy aroma. I loaded my nostrils with her savory molecules, until she must have been almost aseptic. I snorted and spluttered, smacking my lips contentedly, as I was voraciously licking Yuki some more, before I buried my nose directly in her dripping-wet snatch.

Of course, the whirlwindish events now kinda blended together: after Yuki lay down on her back, Hiroki and I covered her small body with dozens of dozens of kisses, until Hiroki even slid off the bed to have a better angle to lick her plaything. I plucked Yuki’s soft pubic hair in the meantime, before I twiddled her clit to get it out from under its awning. Hiroki was smiling at me, perhaps on account of Yuki’s little toy pussy, whose parts were disassembled now. Since her black triangle pretty much ended near her clit, everything further down below was easily lickable, for the lack of a better term.

“Oh, Mister Ben! I can’t believe it!” Hiroki exclaimed, as she was pretending that she was seeing her friend’s pussy for the first time. “I mean, I’ve helped her in the toilet but this here is something else… I can really look at everything…” she was genuinely happy, licking her pussy-juice moustache.

I didn’t comment but shot her a tender smile back and nodded; happy that the two of them were so madly in love with each other. As we were getting engrossed in Yuki’s supple, petite body again, the sound levels were also rising. Especially the two young damsels were cooing and moaning now, but as my cock was just whipping around in fresh air, I lifted Hiroki off the floor to see what other positions the three of us could try together.

Eagerly, Hiroki kneeled near the middle of the bed, so that I borrowed some sticky juice from Yuki to poke her puckering butthole again, while I tentatively placed my purple knob between the sticky, wet slugs below. After Hiroki’s anus, which reminded me of a raw squid ring, had opened, I pressed my pulsating glans inside her pussy below, while I kept massaging her surprisingly light sphincter. Bleating like a fawn, Hiroki kept asking for more, until she jerked away from me, pointing at her blind girlfriend again:

“Mister Ben, you do it with Yuki … she’s so small… I really wanna see how you get on top of her…” Hiroki giggled with her tinny teenage-boy voice, panting and seeming exhausted.

Looking at Yuki lying on her back was quite a sight to behold: her little toy pussy was wide open and pumping like a vertical eye, under the perfect equilateral pitch-black triangle, which was already smeared with whitish foam. Her small, nimble yet also womanly body seemed slightly bloated again, as if hormones, her first orgasm earlier, and the messenger substances all around had triggered a formidable chemical reaction inside her.

Yuki was ‘looking up’ at the ceiling, while her eyeballs were rolling uncontrollably behind her half-closed lids, as they often did when she was aroused. Of course, she may also have been a bit confused, as she wasn’t able to tell clearly what might happen next. Anyway, when she felt my hands on her thighs, she opened her legs eagerly, as wide as she could, and I quickly arranged myself in the sweetest triangle known to man. As my large upper body was approaching hers, I caressed her cheeks to comfort and prepare her for the monumental act of zesty intercourse, which prompted her to seek my noodle.

Concurrently, I lay down on her, while she was fumbling the throbbing knob between her slim, not crinkled inner labia. As petite as Yuki was, she completely disappeared under me, which caused Hiroki to giggle to my left, who then moved between our legs, behind my butt, like she wanted to ensure that my cock was properly positioned and would go all the way in, deep inside her young friend’s tiny torso.

The jokester Hiroki was, she now squeezed and juggled my balls, as I was trying to find my rhythm. Yuki was cooing into my chest wool, but she was too short for me to even kiss her hair, as long as she was holding my cock hostage in her tiny snatch. As intense as the last hour had been, the tantalizing prickling and tickling in my loins that announced a proper climax was flaring up again, while me polishing Yuki’s little G-spot – which must have been shiny by now – caused her to squeal and squirt quite a bit.

When Yuki bit my nipple, it actually hurt. But that was okay, in the heat of the fracas. Her hot, wheezing gasping caused my chest hair to fluff, and at some point, I rested my upper body only on my left forearm, so that my other hand could comfort her. Right around that moment, Hiroki joined us on Yuki’s left side to offer her support, kissing her temple and removing some strands of sweaty hair from our blind pal’s lovely face.

When I finally lavished myself inside Yuki, our bodies – which couldn’t be more different – were trembling and twitching spasmodically, while we could almost hear the smacking of the large whitish flakes inside Yuki’s mauve sheath. I bear-hugged her and turned us onto our sides, so that our youngest was now sandwiched between Hiroki and me. With our midsections still quivering, my favorite student and I kept caressing Yuki’s soft, roundish body, which was sweating and exhausted – and still carried traces of the girl’s fine urine.

Or was it Hiroki’s? It didn’t matter, as the subtle savory aroma only added to the overall pleasure. I got up to fetch us some refreshments and then asked Yuki if she had liked what we had done. She didn’t say much but smiled, which prompted Hiroki to kiss her tenderly again. Yuki’s eyes weren’t rolling around as excitedly anymore, and the whole atmosphere of the room had decidedly become more serene by now. I had my hand on Yuki’s heaving heavenly belly, before I ever so gently let my thumb run past her still-erect pumping nipple. Yes, Yuki was full of bliss. We all were. Entranced and enchanted.

“Oh, Mister Ben, that was sooo cool: to watch a couple have sex,” she was telling another charming fib, as we were getting up.

“It’s too bad that Yuki couldn’t see it, though…”

“Well, it is what it is…” Hiroki sighed, shrugged shoulders, and then took her petite friend’s hand.

As I was taking off the bedsheet, my student reminded me that I hadn’t peed on her yet. Or Yuki:

“During sex… wouldn’t that be fun?” she challenged me.

“Well, it’s too late for that now… and men can’t really pee with an erection…” I evaded the issue a bit, before I added: “But then, I don’t know… it doesn’t feel right to piss on a blind girl…” I chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

Without waiting for a reply, I carried the soiled bedsheet and the soaked curtains we had put underneath to the hall to fling everything over the banister, down through the atrium to the ground floor, where the old washing machine was.

After I had joined the young ladies in the shower, I offered to pee on Hiroki if she desired so: “You can tell Yuki about it later and ask her if she wants it, too… the next time…”

Of course, I was glad that I was finally able to pee and that we could do it here in the shower, together. Hiroki giggled when she saw the jet and then decided to play with my twitching hose. Not to make a big deal out of it, I soaped Yuki in the meantime, while she, in turn, was washing her awesome thick hair. Half-way through, Hiroki turned, so that I could micturate all along her alluring butt crack, but then the debauchery was over.

After we had dried each other, Hiroki reached inside her backpack and handed her friend a fresh pair of panties, which may have been Hiroki’s own, as she put on another pair of – lighter – pantyhose, without undies. Of course, Mira knew I liked that sort of stuff.

“That’s so hot, it’s disgusting…” I commented, pointing at her midsection, as I was passing Yuki her clothes.

I put her cute little combat boots next her feet and alerted her to the fact by taking her hand down to her shoes.

“Yuki forgot to bring fresh underwear,” Hiroki explained, as I was watching Yuki closing her bra in front of her little belly, before she twisted it by 180 degrees and pushed her arms through the straps to, eventually, hoist up her little hemispheres.

When we were all set and done and the room spick-and-span again, I went downstairs with the two of them as I, purportedly, had to go back to the same school Hiroki was attending.

“I wish I had you this afternoon…” I sighed, alluding to her pantyless, semi-naked crotch. “Just lift up your skirt for me, once!” I asked the enchanting little hussy.

Of course, she didn’t need a second invitation. As I said, this pair of nylons was lighter and not quite as nice as the darker ones she had been wearing earlier. I placed Yuki’s hand on her friend’s bush, so that she knew what was going on. Yuki smiled on account of the squeezed, fairly sparse hair underneath the pantyhose, which also had a darker vertical seam on the front.

To prolong the beautiful moment, I asked my student what subjects she had this afternoon:

“Music and Chemistry…” she chuckled, after she had thought a bit.

“Make sure the wind doesn’t fan up your skirt…” I advised her, as they were getting onto Hiroki’s older Yamaha.

I caressed Yuki’s cheek to say goodbye to her, but now Hiroki pulled her skirt up again, before she would drive away. Now both, Yuki and me, placed our hands again in our outrageously outgoing friend’s lap, between her stocking-clad perfect legs. Could Yuki hear Hiroki’s pubic hair crackle through the fabric?

Had the girls talked about all those details in advance? I asked myself, before I wanted to know from Hiroki if her blind friend wore tights or pantyhose sometimes. Hiroki turned her head back to ask Yuki, while I got on my Honda in the meantime and put my helmet on. Eventually, Hiroki replied, chuckling:

“Only on special occasions… and when it’s really cold…”