His Spring Break Harem (His Asian Spring Break Harem)

Chapter One

Chapter One

“Morning, sleepy head.”

Josh stirred as he felt a pair of soft lips press against his.

He moaned softly as a warm tongue pressed into his mouth and he reached out to touch the warm body leaning over the bed. His body awakening, he pulled her closer to him and she giggled as she threw her leg over him, straddling him through the covers.

His hands ran down her body, over the loosely-buttoned shirt she was wearing – the same one he had been wearing last night – down to her ass, his fingers tracing over the silk panties she had been wearing, for a little while, at least.

She moved on top of him, her body pressing into him but feeling so light he could toss her around with ease. He quickly found himself wide awake, his body raring to go, but then the apartment door slammed and he jolted.

“Breakfast!” proclaimed Chiho, jumping off him at the same time, as if his sudden movement had tossed her petite body across the room.

Josh sat up in bed and watched as Chiho made her way to the bedroom door. His shirt, crumpled, creased, and way too big for her, looked absolutely perfect on her. She had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, and as she walked away it looked as if it was the only thing she was wearing.

But when she reached the door, she turned and smiled at him, pressing the door open with her ass, giving him a view of the front of the poorly-buttoned shirt, large gaps of skin teasing through the holes and between her legs a pair of lacy black panties, the ones, he now realised, he had peeled off Aiko the night before.

She slipped out of the room and he pulled himself up, staring at the space where she had been, his body on fire as it ached for her return, for her to be on top of him once again.

But when the door opened, it wasn’t Chiho who entered, but Aiko.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” she said as she walked into the bedroom, a large brown paper bag in her hands, “so I got a bit of everything. What’s wrong?” she asked, stopping in her tracks, staring at Josh who was staring at her.

“Nothing,” he said, his heart feeling as if it was about to explode out of his chest. “Thank you.”

The truth was he was stunned by how good she looked. She was wearing one of his regular t-shirts (which looked like a dress on her petite frame) and a pair of shorts which came down to her knees and were undoubtedly tied tight around her svelte waist. He wondered if she was wearing Chiho’s red panties underneath his shorts, or nothing at all.

She smiled and made her way over to the bed as Chiho appeared in the doorway, watching the two of them as she leaned against the doorframe and munched on a bagel.

The two women looked so different from the previous night, when they had both been done up, their makeup pristine, their hair perfect, with bodies poured into elegant yet sexy dresses, their legs posed perfectly in high heels. Yet now, dressed casually in his ill-fitting clothing, hair tousled and make-up almost completely gone, they looked better than ever.

“You’re welcome,” said Aiko as she sat down on the side of the bed next to him. “Now, normally I wouldn’t approve of eating in bed…”

Chiho snorted

“But,” continued Aiko, ignoring her friend, “I think today we can make an exception.”

She opened the bag and he looked inside, almost overwhelmed by the variety on offer to him, although he was getting used to such options. He reached in and pulled out an item at random.

It was a doughnut, topped with a shiny white glaze that reminded him of last night for some reason.

“Maybe not for breakfast,” he said.

“But they’re

so good

,” purred Aiko, bouncing softly on the side of the bed. “Not that I had one on the way back.”

“Ha, I knew it,” said Chiho through a mouthful of bagel, pointing the remaining bread accusingly, “I could see the sugar madness in your eyes.”

“That’s not a thing,” said Aiko authoritatively, rolling her eyes then looking once again at Josh, “besides, I can do whatever I want. I’m on holiday.”

Images of Aiko doing whatever she wanted flashed through his mind and his cock twitched beneath the covers.

“And if you don’t want it,” she said, quickly sinking her teeth into the doughnut. She moaned as she bit into it, the white glazing smearing across her lips as she moaned with delight, tugging a piece off as he held the sugary treat, in shock at her sudden actions.

“Hey!” said Chiho, “I wanted one of them.”

“We can share,” said Aiko, mischievously through her full mouth, her lips white and her cheeks faintly spattered with frosting powder.

“No sharing,” said Chiho as she marched over, her large breasts threatening to burst the buttons of the oversized shirt, “

you’ve

had plenty.”

Chiho reached for what was left of the doughnut in Josh’s hand, but Aiko quickly snatched it away and took another large bite.

“Hey!” cried Chiho, “gimme!”

Chiho grabbed for the last of the doughnut but Aiko leaned back, arm outstretched back over the bed, as far away from Chiho as possible.

“I said, gimme!” cried Chiho as she threw herself over Aiko.

Josh watched in disbelief as the two women struggled on top of him, fighting over a half-eaten doughnut, their bodies arching and bucking as Chiho wriggled her way up her friend’s body, Aiko’s bare legs wrapped around her waist as she tried to hold her back.

“Aaah!” cried Aiko, half-scared, half-laughing as Chiho gained the upper hand and pinned her hands to the bed, Aiko’s legs still wrapped around her, squeezing her friend’s ass as they pushed Josh’s shirt up.

“Are you going to give it up?” asked Chiho, “or am I going to have to take it from you?”

“You can try,” said Aiko, defiantly.

“Yes,” said Chiho, “just watch me.”

Josh did just that, his eyes glued to the two panting women lying across his body, watching as Chiho leaned into Aiko and kissed her sugary-sweet lips, who moaned as Chiho’s tongue slid into her mouth.

Josh watched as the fight turned into something else, less playful but no less intense, the two women pressing themselves against one another now, Aiko’s back arching as Chiho continued to pin her to the bed, one hand sliding from her wrist up to her empty hand, their fingers entwining as they continued to make out.

Chiho slid her other hand up, both women moaning as they writhed against one another.

“You taste so good,” moaned Chiho.

“You too,” replied Aiko, breathless, eyes closed as she gave herself over to her friend’s mouth on hers.

“Victory!” cried Chiho, as she raised one arm in the air, holding the rest of the donut aloft.

“Hey!” cried Aiko, reaching up futilely with one arm as Chiho continued to pin her to the bed. “That’s mine!”

“

Was

yours,” said Chiho, a mischievous smile on her lips, which now shimmered with sugar, “now it’s – hey!”

Both women turned to Josh, watching in horror as he took a big bite out of what was left of the doughnut, a thin cloud of icing sugar falling from his lips.

“Mmm,” he said, munching on the doughnut, “you’re right, these

are

good for breakfast.”

“Oh no you don’t,” cried Chiho diving at him as he went to pop the last of the donut into his mouth.

Josh laughed as Chiho grabbed his wrist, struggling with him for the last piece of doughnut, then laughing harder as Aiko joined in, grabbing his other wrist, the three of them struggling on the bed, grappling for the last bit of doughnut.

“No fair,” he said, struggling with both women at once, “I can’t handle both of you at the same time.”

“We all know that isn’t true,” said Chiho, wriggling on top of him as she struggled to reach the doughnut, still tantalisingly out of reach. Fine,” she said, her motions slowing to a near stop, “if we can’t have it, we’ll have you instead.”

“Oww!” cried Josh as Chiho bit him on the chest, then cried out again as Aiko followed suit. His cries turned to a soft moan as their biting turned to sucking, both women sucking hard at his skin, their warm tongues teasing him as they did so.

“Mmm, delicious,” said Aiko as both women broke away from his body, leaving pink wet circles indented with teeth marks on either side of his chest.

“Oh my god,” said Josh, his fingers tracing the sensitive marks on his body, “did you just

brand me?

”

“So everyone will know you belong to us,” said Aiko, shrugging as if this was obvious.

“Like this last piece of doughnut,” said Chiho, snatching it from his fingers and popping it in her mouth.

“That’s my breakfast,” said Josh, leaning forward and tickling her sides, causing Chiho to scream and squirm, laughing and pleading.

“Aiko, help me!” cried Chiho through fits of laughter, then screamed even louder as Aiko leapt down the bed and began tickling Chiho’s petite feet.

And as the three of them rolled around on the bed, laughing and screaming and taking turns to torment one another, the paper bag fell off the bed and landed on the floor, sending a glazed doughnut rolling across the room.