The walk to the hotel takes only five minutes. Hana on my right, holding my hand, Reina on my left, holding my other hand. Both talking nonstop, laughing, sometimes bending forward or backward so they can talk to each other around my body. I try to look at them, but the basecaps hide their faces most of the time, and they don’t look up at me. Mom’s walking in front of us. Brisk pace.
The hotel is at the corner of the next block from the warehouse. A small neon sign, the windows at the entrance are dark. I can see the guy from the warehouse standing in front of the main door, smoking. There’s a dark, narrow alleyway right next to the hotel, and mom takes a sharp turn, makes a ‘come here’ gesture to the guy and walks into the alley.
He follows us. Neither Hana nor Reina welcome him, take his hand or anything. They stay with me, and I have a feeling this might become a problem later.
We walk up a metal staircase on the outside of the building. It creaks and shakes when we climb to the third story. Mom opens a metal door with a small key from her purse. The hallway is dark; only a few emergency lights are on, and they are more like waypoints than illumination. We go to the end of the hallway, another key from the purse. Mom lets all of us in before she turns on the light.
A small room, like a combination of kitchen and dining room. Functional. Not quite run-down, but not new or modern either. It looks like something from the last century. And it looks like something which doesn’t need to look better. Three doors to adjoining rooms, one slightly ajar, the other two are closed.
The twins run to a metal container, about the size of a small shoebox, on the drab kitchen table. It has a keypad and a display on top. They jump up and down and yell at their mom, who replies with a stern tone — and they are quiet, but still keep their hands on the container. Mom says something, they both turn around, away from the table, and mom enters a 6-digit code on the keypad. A click, the twins turn back around, open the box and fish two phones out of it, both in pink covers, one with kitty ears, one with bunny ears.
They throw themselves on the kitchen bench along the wall and the next 10 minutes are furious typing, showing each other things on their screens, more typing, plings and beeps and ding-dongs and short snippets of kid’s songs, like ringtones. Very annoying ringtones.
I sit down, too. Mom leaves another laminated card with a QR code on the table. Scan. 250k. This time, I get a text message from my bank, telling me that I have to reply with the word “BEVESTIGD” (all uppercase, Dutch for ‘confirmed’) to release the funds. This is new. I reply, it takes a few minutes, then mom’s phone beeps, she checks it and nods at me.
We all sit around the table, all busy with our phones. I send a brief message to Hans telling him that I won’t come home tonight and that I don’t know when I will be back tomorrow. Two minutes later: “you ok?’ — “yes, all good…’ — ‘be careful — and have fun’, together with a rocket emoji, I reply with another halo smiley. I’m glad he doesn’t know. Or does he?
The other guy is also on his phone. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look up. If you told an AI to generate a picture of ‘middle-aged Asian man’, it would probably produce something like him. He’s so nonde***********, I can’t find a single adjective that fits, besides superficial attributes. Black pants, white shirt, short crew-cut, clean-shaven, glasses. That’s really it. His facial expression varies between ‘bland’ and ‘annoyed’.
Mom says something and the twins jump up, and it looks like they are going for a race who gets to me first. Both almost bump into me and stand in front of me with big grins. The other guy’s face definitely is in the ‘annoyed’ state now. Another stern command from mom. The twins grimace, and then it seems they play something like the Japanese version of “Rock, Paper, Scissors”. Two rounds and Hana wins both. Reina gives her a bit of a look, shrugs, turns around and walks to the other guy. Before I can see what she is doing, Hana is sitting on my leg, like a kid would. Sideways, her butt on my thigh, her legs dangling between mine.
She puts her hand on her chest and says: “Hana”. Then she points at me.
“Heiko.” Hana snorts and has to put her hand in front of her mouth.
“Heiko?”
“Heiko.”
Her smile is so big I can see that two of her buckteeth are missing.
She points at herself, then at Reina, then at her mom. “Heiko.” Then she points at the other guy and at me. “Heiko.” — and shakes her head.
I understand. Heiko is a girl’s name in Japan. Damn. Now I know why Hans’ and Ikio’s kids always giggled when they said my name.
I smile at her and shrug. She puts her hand on my cheek and looks into my eyes.
“Heiko” and kisses my neck. Another harsh command from mom, Hana shrugs and smiles. I can still feel her lips on my neck.
She raises her hand, palm pointing at my face. Wait.
She jumps up, runs to Reina, whispers into her ear and points at me. Reina bursts out laughing and looks at me. “Heiko” and makes a heart with her hands. The other guy grunts something and grabs her arm and turns her back to him. Hana walks back to me. She lets a bit of spit run out of her mouth and sucks it back in. Mom didn’t see, and Hana is back on my lap. Now she’s straddling my leg, moving back and forth, slowly. “Hana. Heiko.” and she puts her head against my chest. She can probably feel that my heart is beating like crazy.
We sit like this for a while. Hana on my lap, moving slowly, so slow and so little movement that her mom doesn’t even notice it. Reina is on the other guy’s lap, he’s still looking at something on his phone, and she gives Hana and me a couple of very bored looks, rolls her eyes and sighs.
Hana turns to her twin sister, makes a heart with her hands and I try the same, but mine looks more like a dented triangle.
Another bellowed command. Does their mom ever talk to them in something resembling a normal tone? Like a mom would talk to her daughters? So far: no.
They both get up. Hana kisses her index and middle finger and presses them against my cheek. That smile… no, there’s nothing that could possibly get hard or excited, but it still sends a wave rolling from my balls up to the tip of my cock. I look down, there’s a faint wet spot on the leg of my pants. Hana.
The twins push against the door on the right, the one that’s half-open, and walk inside. Close the door behind them. Mom, now back to her polite, customer-facing tone, says something to the guy, he gets up and walks to the door on the left. She looks at me, nods. I get up and follow him.
Clean
The bathroom. Or more like: something between a locker room and a mini-spa. On the wall across, a big, open shower stall with three shower nozzles, spanning the whole width of the room, like a group shower. On the left, a big whirlpool for four people, in the shape of a cloverleaf. Two massage tables in the middle of the room, shiny chrome and black leatherette. And a few lockers and a washing machine and dryer on the right side.
Mom points at a laundry basket between the two massage tables. Says something and makes an ‘unbutton shirt’ gesture towards me.
She leaves and closes the door behind her. I look at the other guy, he doesn’t look at me. I start undressing. It feels awkward. It has been years… no: decades since I have undressed in front of another man. T-shirt, pants, socks and… I cringe. My boxers are starched with semen, not even spots, the entire front is like cardboard. The inside… don’t even ask. My dick is red and looks… wrinkled. My balls didn’t just feel like they were twice their normal size. They are. And this is… unsettling. No more action from these puppies.
We throw everything in the laundry basket. I head for the shower, but the bland guy yells something, he sounds like a drill instructor. Or like the cliché of one.
I stop — and then we stand there and wait. I lean against one of the massage tables because standing and walking is still a bit of a challenge. A shower sounds like an excellent idea. Shower. Bed. Sleep.
Hana. Reina. Hotel. Sleep.
The door opens. Mom walks in, and I instinctively cover my private parts with both hands. The bland guy just stands there. I haven’t looked at him yet, but if stereotypes are any indication, he’s probably not packing. And doesn’t seem to mind the woman in jeans and blouse bending down next to him. She picks up the basket, walks over to the washing machine. Puts on disposable gloves from a box on top of the dryer, does a quick inspection and throws everything but our pants in the washing machine. I’m not sure how I should feel about his soiled undies being washed together with mine, but suddenly, this doesn’t seem like the most pressing issue.
Hana and Reina walk into the bathroom. Hand in hand. Smiling. And naked. Completely naked. I want to return the smile, but my mouth is just hanging open. They’re both gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Perfect. The smiles and their hair pinned up. The tiny dark nipples on flat chests. Their little slits, not a single hair and two very erect clitorises sticking out of their cute pussies, visible even from 2 meters away. My cock twitches and they both look at it and giggle and shriek. They bump shoulders and Hana is holding her hands about 30cm apart - very very generous on her part. Reina looks at me and makes a heart with her hands… and then also holds her hands about 30cm apart. No giggling or shrieking for Mr. Bland, and the atmosphere is again tense when he says something that sounds and feels rude.
Hana walks up to me, her eyes locked on my cock, her mouth half-open and again a bit of spit is dripping from her lower lip. Another twitch and now she is looking at me, into my eyes. Takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
Reina and Mr. Bland take the left side, and we take the right side. They turn the water on, but lead both of us to the middle of the shower stall. Water runs over Mr. Bland’s and my back, but we’re not under the shower. The twins stand between us, a little to the side.
Reina says something and picks up Mr. Bland’s cock with two fingers. It’s tiny. Like a short, purple thumb. Hana closes her hand around my cock, and she can feel how her touch makes it pulse and stiffen. Not a lot, just from shrivelled to normal, but it still gets me another shriek and a quick jerk with her wrist. The tip of her thumb massages my frenulum, the little knob where the foreskin is attached to the penis.
I’m so ready to enjoy this for like an hour or two when Reina speaks up, her voice sounds kind and supportive… and then Mr. Bland starts to pee. To pee. In the shower. With Reina and me looking at his spurting dick, Hana’s eyes are still on my cock and the effects those little twists of her wrist and her gentle thumb have. But she knows what’s happening, and looks at me and nods. Come on.
I can’t. I have never pissed in front of another person, let alone some guy I don’t even know and two tiny kids. Hana jiggles my cock and I can see the water running down the drain in the middle of the stall, now a pale yellow. And I can smell it. I gag.
Hana looks into my eyes, licks her lips and gives my frenulum a hard rub… and then I let go. Hana squeaks when she has to get out of the way, but some of my pee hits her hips and her eyes flutter.
I’m still pissing when Mr. Bland is long finished, and Hana is jerking my cock slowly while I’m emptying my bladder. She lifts my cock a bit and the jet of pee hits Reina, first her legs, then her ass. Hana laughs and Reina makes a catfight gesture at her — and then laughs, too. My cock is getting hard while I piss… now even the guy has to take a step back. Hana jerks harder, and I have to steady myself with one hand against the wall.
The stream withers down, to a trickle, and Hana’s thumb is still rubbing. My cock is now fully erect, something that seemed impossible just a few minutes ago.
The girls bow to both of us, Hana’s lips are trembling. She quickly washes her hands under the running shower behind me. Then she crouches down. So does Reina. I know what’s coming. And my cock is pulsing slowly. Hana looks into my eyes… looks down: Look down, Heiko. And then her golden stream splatters on the floor. She leans back so I can see her gushing pussy. Thrusts her hips a couple of times, so the jet goes up and down. Some of it splashes against my legs, but I don’t mind. This is too beautiful.
And then it stops. In mid-stream. They both get up and from Hana’s face I can see that she wasn’t done. Isn’t done. A bit of a grimace, but also the smile and the wink. She turns around, reaches behind her and takes my hands, moves them down her sides. When my hands are a little above her knees, she lets herself fall back and now the back of her head is resting against my hip, my stiff cock next to her face. She gives it a quick kiss, and this gets her a very loud command from her mom. Reina does the same with her guy, and he lifts her up, her back against his belly and chest and her legs wide open. I lift Hana, and she has to hold on to my arms because now she’s much higher up than Reina. I’m at least one head taller than Mr. Bland, and this seems to piss him off now. Piss. Yes.
The twins start pissing as soon as they are both up in the air. They have held it in for at least a minute, and we all know how this feels. It gushes out of Reina’s peehole and then Hana joins in. The first jet is so strong that they almost piss on each other, but Reina’s pee misses Hana by a few centimeters, and Hana’s pee doesn’t even come close to Reina. But it does reach Mr. Bland’s and my legs, and the warm stream of pee makes my cock jump. Hana rolls her eyes when she feels it against her ass and looks up at me.
Mr. Bland takes a step forward. I take a step forward. Now the twins are pissing on each other’s pussies. Shrieking, giggling, gyrating hips… one step closer, both of us… and we press the twins's pussies together, rubbing them against each other while they are still showering in each other’s pee. It’s the first time I hear Mr. Bland laugh. A deep, mean “har-har-har”, this is his idea of a good time. Little third-graders pissing on each other. And who am I kidding, it’s my idea of a wonderful time, too. This is beautiful.
Moaning. Breathing. I tilt Hana to the side, so her pussy can rub against Reina’s even harder. The twins shriek with joy, laughing as they piss in each other’s pussy, sucking in their breath when their clits rub against each other, a deep moan from Hana when I make sure that Reina’s thick stream is hitting her clit directly. We tilt the twins up, so their asses are pressed against each other. Pee shoots up like a geyser from their pussies. I see pee in Hana’s belly button, squeezed out every time she laughs and shrieks… yellow drops on Reina’s tits, the light hits them just right to appear golden.
My cock is pumping against Hana… I feel her ass cheeks clench down on the tip… I don’t know how long I can… before losing it… and then the twins are empty, we lower them. They are both dripping with pee, from their chest down to their thighs… they both do a quick bow and then make a dash to the running showers.
A moment to breathe. Relax. A long moment because I’m treated to the heavenly sight of Hana showering and rubbing soap all over her body. Before she starts, she gives me another signal to keep my hands behind my back. I enjoy watching her… the white foam on her porcelain skin. The water running down her body. So many different smiles and winks and thrown kisses… we lock eyes when she washes her pussy and the delight in her eyes almost makes me cum… cum with empty balls… but still…
Another gob of soap into her cupped hand, and now she’s coming closer. Her smile is killing me… I get hard as soon as she touches me… my belly — and yes, unfortunately, it’s a belly, as dad bod as it gets… but she doesn’t seem to care. Her small hands go in little circles around my belly button, the liquid soap turns into foam, and my cock is pointing right at her and is slowly rising, like erecting a flagpole. Her smile… her eyes locked on mine… her little tongue darting out and licking her lips as her hands go up to my hairy chest. She still comes closer, and it feels like an electric shock when the tip of my cock touches her chest, right between her stiff nipples. If she had breasts, I’d feel the valley between them, but with her little girl body, all I feel is silken skin and I swear I can feel her heartbeat, vibrating through the head of my cock.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see mom coming a little closer, walking in a half circle to get a better angle, watching us, observing, checking that Hana doesn’t do anything I haven’t paid for.
I stiffen my hands behind my back, bend my upper body backwards so my cock doesn’t touch Hana anymore. By now it’s pointing straight up, almost touching Hana right under her chin… the look in her eyes… I’ve never seen a kid look like this. Never. Couldn’t even imagine this kind of fuck-me eyes on a girl her age… I try to push the thought to the back of my head… try not to think about it. Eight.
Reina giggles and then lets out a little, high-pitched scream, not in fear, more like the giggle escalated to something more. I was so hypnotized by Hana, by her hands, on my chest, going up and down, by the feeling of my cock against her little girl tits… I totally forgot about Reina and Mr. Grumpy… I tilt my head to check on them, but all I can see is his back and a bit of Reina’s waving hands, like she has touched something hot.
Mom lets out a hiss, barks something, and walks towards them, both hands raised like she wants to grab their heads and bang them together. I don’t know what has happened, but obviously one of them did something verboten. I lean over to the left to look around them, checking if Reina is ok or if this creepy guy has overstepped a line… a line I would overstep in a second if mom wasn’t here.
Something yanks my attention back to Hana… something… a tight grip… around my cock… just below the head. I look down, Hana is holding me with both hands. Even two tiny hands can’t reach all the way around my hard cock, and this image alone is so hot I can feel a drop of precum boiling out of my cock… Hana squeezes again and now I look at her. Her eyes… fire… one hand goes up my cock and just as she catches the drop of precum with her cupped hand, she licks her lips, bites her lower lip.
I have to steady myself against the wall. Mom is still barking and yelling, holding Reina’s arm and pushing the guy back. Just when I find a steady stance I feel Hana’s other hand sliding down my cock, quickly. The brief moment she cups my balls and her hand pushes further. My eyes locked on hers; a thin thread of spit is hanging from her lips, dripping down… down on the head of my cock, the head she’s massaging slowly. It feels like ice water has hit me… and her other hand is still pushing further, past my balls… I feel my scrotum gliding over her wrist, her lower arm… what? Before I can even react, before I realize what’s happening, there’s a finger. A tiny finger… a soapy kid finger… pushing into my ass. I suck my breath in, double-checking that mom is still distracted… I tighten my ass involuntarily, a reflex.
In all my years, no girl has ever done anything with my ass, not even a bit. And I’ve only tried stimulating a girl’s ass - or woman’s ass - a couple of times and never felt that it was wanted or appreciated. But now… Hana’s finger… it’s so deep, I’ve never felt anything like it… I feel it pushing, curling inside me, twisting, turning… all while her other hand is pushing my foreskin back, rubbing the glans with her finger.
It comes out of nowhere… no build-up, no pumping, no warning… the first spurt hits Hana right under the chin, and her eyes get so big she looks like a character right out of a Manga. It’s not cum… I don’t know what it is… I hope I’m not pissing on her… but it feels like something right in the middle between ejaculating and peeing. It’s a hard, fast spurt, looks like milky water and the way it runs down over her tits and a hard push from her finger, a jolt when she finds the right spot deep inside me. The second spurt, longer and now directly on Hana’s face, coating her smile in a layer of milk, and she immediately licks her lips, sucking a good portion of it into her mouth, a thick thread is hanging from her lip, dangling. A second finger pushes into my asshole and now my cock is just spraying clear liquid all over Hana’s face, her sweet, little girl face. I’m glad my moans and screams are completely silent, I probably look like a mute Ghostface from Scream. She never stops smiling, she never stops looking into my eyes, even as she opens her mouth to catch more of the drops flying out of my cock. Her thumb circling my frenulum and two fingers moving in and out of my asshole. My legs turn to jelly, the image of Hana drinking my cum (or piss?) is just too much. We both notice that mom has stopped barking and Hana takes a casual step forward, her fingers in my ass pull me backwards… and then she pulls out, just as the water from the shower hits her body and washes all traces of our little transgression away… I can see mom turning towards us, she looks like she knows something is up. But all she sees is me with my back against the wall, my hands locked between my body and the cold tiles. Hana standing away from me, one hand on my leg, and then she licks two fingers of her other hand. Those fingers. The fingers right out of my asshole. My cock jumps. She sucks her fingers clean, and this really almost makes me pass out. I can still feel cum dripping from my cock, but under the running water it seems safe. And I can see a drop of cum in the corner of Hana’s mouth, and she fishes it up with the tip of her tongue, her smile so big it looks like a promo shot for the Junior Idol show… Junior…
Mom eyes us for a while, comes close.
“Hana good?”
Mom looks at me, and I can see Hana opening her mouth, out of mom’s sight, and her mouth is full of white cream. Hana winks, closes her mouth, swallows and opens it again. Look, all gone.
I clear my throat.
“Yes, very good. Hana very good.”
“No hands.”
“No, no hands.”
I have no idea if she can see how my cock is twitching. She keeps her eyes on me. Takes Hana’s chin and turns Hana’s head back to her. Looks at her. Checks for traces of any violations of The Rules. And is satisfied when she sees nothing. I realize my hands are clawing the joints of the tiles behind me. I feel Hana’s fingernails digging into my leg, a little tease…
I look over to Reina. She’s washing the guys back and I can see that she also uses mom’s distracted attention to give his ass crack a few extra rubs. She reaches between his legs from behind, and even though I can’t really see it, I know she’s pulling his balls and I hear him groan.
Mom looks back at them, but by then Reina is already back at rubbing up and down his spine, giving her mom an innocent “I’m just working here” smile.
Mom stays close to all four of us until we have finished showering. Hana and Reina bow to both of us… I can’t focus, all I’m thinking of is my cum in Hana’s mouth, how she swallowed, that it’s inside of her, inside her little girl tummy. My cum. Hana’s tummy. Eight. The world is turning. Slowly.
The girls turn the water off, mom gives each of us a big towel. I start drying myself off when I feel Hana’s hand on my arm. She shakes her head. Starts dragging her towel over my legs. In slow motion. The guy is drying off Reina and I can see that even with his brutish movements, she’s enjoying that, doing what looks like little pirouettes under his touch.
I can feel Hana’s hands through the towel when she dries off my cock and balls. But since mom is watching, she’s all business-like and just moves on to my belly and chest. I wrap my towel around her back and let it glide over her wet skin. The towel gives us enough cover for her to give my cock a quick pinch with two fingers before she moves on to my arms. I dry off her chest and just when mom is looking over at Reina and the guy, I pull the towel to the side so I can brush the tips of my fingers over Hana’s hard nipples. Her purr is barely audible, it’s just for me - and her look up at me makes my balls contract so hard I make what is probably a very silly face. But I still manage to flip my fingers over her nipples two more times before I have to pretend again that I’m drying her off.
This goes on for several minutes. When mom looks at us, Reina steals little squeezes of the guys tiny cock. When mom looks at Reina, Hana spits into her hand and gives my cock two or three hard yanks, like she’s trying to pull another load out of me.
After we’re finished, the girls take our towels and put them away, running to the laundry basket like two little school kids… kids…
Break
Mom gets our undies from the dryer and hands them to us. The other clothes are still in the washing machine. I put my boxers on, now clean and still warm from the dryer. The girls stay naked and mom leads all of us back to the kitchen area. There are paper plates and small paper bowls on the table. Five bowls and 3 plates. Rice balls the size of pingpong balls on two plates, something that looks like strands of green seaweed on the third plate. The girls shriek and dive right in, skillfully using chopsticks to load their bowls with rice balls and seaweed. Mom, the guy and I sit down, too. Hana is sitting next to me, naked. But for now, she’s not paying much attention to me and just shovels in mouthfuls of food. Something I noticed at Hans’ and Ikio’s and also at the ramen place: Japanese table manners are different. Eating is loud and the only thing that interrupts the munching and slurping are little burps.
Mom is sitting on the other side of the table, a good two meters away from Hana and me, and still one and a half meters away from Reina and her guy. She loads her bowl with rice balls and seaweed, takes out her phone, eats with one hand and types with the other hand.
I take two rice balls and a good portion of the seaweed. The rice balls are horrible, barely warm, the rice seems undercooked, and they taste like nothing, not even like rice. But the seaweed - or whatever it is - is delicious, it takes me two or three bites and a few side glances at Hana to understand that you’re supposed to eat both together. Hana eats with one hand and offers two different sauces to me with her other hand. A sweet-ish soy sauce I don’t like and a spicy fish sauce that’s fantastic. I watch Reina feeding her guy, he still looks grumpy but her little games, like playing ‘here comes the aeroplane’ with him, make him smile… well, almost. It makes his mouth crooked in a way that looks slightly better than his usual crooked mouth.
Mom is eating and is still typing on her phone. Hana uses the opportunity to put her hand on my leg and for a few seconds, her tiny fingers slip up the right leg of my boxers. My cock is, for lack of a better word, dead. Even when she touches the tip and pushes one finger between glans and foreskin, it barely moves. She can see in my eyes that I like her touch, but she also looks a bit disappointed that there’s zero reaction down there. She pulls her hand back, raking her fingernails over my skin.
Mom is still lost in her phone… I can see Reina spitting on a rice balls and offering it to the guy. Another crooked smile and he wolves it down, spit and all. Keeping my eyes on mom, I put one hand on Hana’s leg. I can feel her purring but can’t hear it. Like a vibration all over her body. My hand wanders up her inner thigh and I can feel how she’s spreading her legs a bit for me. She pretends to be on her phone, too… eating with one hand, scrolling with the other hand. The little finger of my right hand is almost on her pussy… another look at mom. Hana giggles and shows me her phone. A picture of a kitten with a pork pie hat. I fake a laugh and Hana leans back, moving her pelvis forward… and then I feel it. Hana’s pussy. Warm. Wet. My little finger is parting her pussy lips. Imperceptible movements, grinding against my finger, her upper body perfectly still. She types something on her phone, shows it to me. Japanese characters and I look at her and shrug, my whole body trembling with excitement when she turns a bit and my shrug allows me to push the finger in a bit… really just a tiny bit, just enough to feel how tight and tiny and closed her little hole is. Hana presses a little icon right beneath the characters she had just drawn. A little animation and English text appears right below them.
“Pre-school Whore”. Hana laughs and with every little shake of her body, my finger rubs over the hard little knob… Hana’s baby clit… she must feel how my hand is trembling… and I feel how her pussy turns from moist to wet. From wet to dripping when I tap her clit one, two, three times.
I look over to Reina. She’s sitting back, relaxed, a big smile on her face. Her eyes tell me that she knows exactly what we’re doing. And the tiny, barely noticeable movements of her elbow tell me that she’s jerking the guy under the table.
Hana shows her phone with the writing in Japanese and English to Reina, and Reina has to cover her mouth with her hand before she bursts out laughing. She rolls her eyes, lifts the hand that was just under the table, looks at mom, who’s still looking at nothing but her phone. Reina spits into her hand, a big gob of spit, and moves it back under the table. I can see it in the guy’s face… she has found the right spot. With her little hand dripping with little girl spit.
Reina leans forward and takes the phone from Hana, writes something herself. Turns the phone around and shows it to Hana. Japanese, no English translation yet. Hana leans forward, my finger slips out of her pussy. But before I can even feel disappointed, she pulls her legs up and is now kneeling on her chair, leans forward and offers me her little ass. I look down and can see a little thread of pussy slime dangling between her legs… and she wiggles her ass a bit while talking to Reina, just girls talk, a little too loud, with fake outrage and little shrieks. The guy suddenly coughs, like he accidentally choked on a piece of food. His whole body shakes with each cough and I have a hunch that this is not choking but…
Mom looks up. A look at me, both hands on the table. She can't see that the tip of my little finger is wet with her daughter’s pussy juice. Hana, kneeling on her chair, far enough from me to satisfy mom’s critical glances. She turns her head to Reina. She’s writing on Hana’s phone, her other hand under the side of her chin, hidden by her hair. The guy is sitting like a Buddha statue, motionless, staring into the distance. Mom looks at Reina until she gives her an annoyed “What?” look back. Mom turns her head down to her phone again. And Reina drags her hand from under her hair; it’s dripping with thick white semen. I can see that some got into her hair and the side of her face is smeared with it, too. She licks it off her hand, makes sure both the guy and I are watching her as she licks up every last drop from in between her fingers. She sucks it out of her hair, scoops it off her face and licks her fingers clean.
I watch, mesmerized… but I also put my right hand on Hana’s chair. Back of the hand on the chair, index finger curled up, thumb pointing upwards. I brush Hana’s foot with my little finger, she looks down… sees it… her eyes light up, and she lets herself fall backwards. She lets out a hiss when she sits down and feels my thumb pushing into her little asshole. It’s too thick to go right in, but I can feel her sphincter relaxing, can feel how she tries to open it for me, but it’s too big. Just when she finds the right angle to gyrate on my thumb and get it a little further in with each circle of her hips, she feels my middle finger on her slit. Not pushing in, but rubbing her clit from below. Now it’s her who has to hold back, has to try to keep still. Her asshole is opening and closing, the tip of my thumb enclosed by the sweetest firm flesh.
Reina is licking her lips, making little spit bubbles, and her hand is back under the table. It’s obvious the guy needs a break. But Reina is relentless. With mom distracted, she goes to town on his dick and moves her whole arm up and down, furious pace. Hana looks at me, her eyes desperate, she pushes down on my thumb and I can feel how her asshole is sucking it in, how she tries to open it, how she arches her back and clenches her ass cheeks… it’s heaven. I can feel her pussy dripping all over my hand, and I flip my finger directly on her clit. She goes still. No movement. I can feel it. Running out of her. In little spurts. She doesn’t make a sound. Is perfectly still. One breath in. One breath out. Her asshole quivers. And then she has to get up. Too much. She exhales. A puddle in the palm of my hand. Warm.
I look at mom. Feel it’s safe. And I bring my hand to my mouth, like I’m cupping a mouthful of water… and I lick it all up. The taste… never tasted anything like it. So clean. So fresh. I’ve heard that girls taste differently before they… you know… bleed. But this is… divine. Hana looks at me, and she has tears in her eyes. She’s beautiful.
Reina is still pumping her guy’s dick, and he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, face red, veins on his neck pulsing… and then he sinks into his chair. Reina stops moving… checks that mom is still distracted and then licks another load of cum from her hand. Watching her, her little tongue slurping up threads of semen, how she rolls her eyes when she finds a particularly big splash… even Hana is impressed.
We finish our meal in silence. Hana is glowing. Like really. She smiles like somebody who has just found out about cotton candy. The guy looks like he’s about to fall asleep - or pass out. Reina gives him an amused side-eye. Mom hasn’t said anything since we sat down and I wholly preoccupied with her phone. Probably moving money between accounts or something. Judging by how the afternoon and evening went, quite a lot of money.
What next? Hana, Reina. Hotel. Sleep. I’m excited.