Interregnum

“Girls,” you crossed your legs. “This is very unfair.”

“What’s wrong, sir?,” Jiwoo scoffed. “We just asked if you liked what we’re wearing.”

“You’re not wearing anything.”

All five of them stood before you in see-through robes, the thin fabric barely masking the pinks and browns of their firm bosoms, or the clean-shaven, smooth surfaces of the front of their groins. At this point, you’d now seen enough of the curves and colors of them naked, but they made a great deal of teasing to obscure what little was obscurable.

The girls moved closer, in a half ring now around your sofa. Asa placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay if you’re hard, daddy,” she cooed.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Well, I find it undignifying to have my emotions toyed with.”

“Oh come on, daddy,” Jiwoo crossed her arms. “I would’ve thought this was a good thing for you.”

“Hoho,” you chuckled, “I’m definitely having the time of my life right now. But it is literally,” you looked at the clock in your living room, “9 in the morning.”

“But we cooked breakfast early this time!,” Haerin scoffed.

“You’re– that’s not the point,” you surrendered.

They looked and nodded at each other, and let the robes fall to the ground, and now you were surrounded by their pale, unblemished skin, their toned abdomens forming a wall of flesh that made your mouth water. You swallowed a mouthful of drool that globbed up while witnessing their brief performance.

You stretched your arm wide and wrapped it around Eunchae, but she held you by the hair as she approached you. “You promised, daddy,” she urged.

“Promised what?”

“That you’d have sex with each one of us,” Kyujin smiled.

You kissed Eunchae’s soft belly. “I thought that was obvious.”

“You’ll make us cum, daddy?,” Jiwoo added, and you planted kisses on Kyujin, Asa, and Haerin all in front of you.

“Obviously,” you taunted.

“And you’ll take care of us equally?,” Haerin piped in, as you finished your abdominal appreciation with Asa on your left.

“There’s a difference between giving you equal treatment,” you sighed, “and you all doing it with me at the same time.”

“But where’s the fun in it if it’s just us one by one?,” Eunchae replied bluntly, now kneeling right next to you on the sofa.

“I’ll try my best,” you nipped at her chin with your fingers.

“Don’t worry daddy,” Kyujin reassured, “your dick’s big enough to make all of us cum in minutes.”

“Kyujin!,” Asa, Jiwoo, and Eunchae complained. Haerin slowly sat on you, holding back her laughter.

“Please, daddy,” she whispered, pulling your hand towards her chest. Her breasts were soft mounds against her petite frame, and you massaged it with one hand while she kissed your neck.

“Me too, daddy,” Jiwoo excitedly declared, pulling one of your legs from under Haerin to reveal the same soft-mounded build as her. You suckled both as they moaned in your ears.

“No fair,” Asa whispered to Eunchae. “Daddy likes that they have bigger boobs than us.”

“I can hear you,” you groaned, standing up and pulling the two of them into a shared kiss, tongues touching tips at a single point.

“So, daddy,” Kyujin pressed. “Are you ready?”

You laughed, letting Asa and Eunchae go. “Still no.” You stood up and led her to your room. “But what can I do about that?”

As you walked back to your bedroom – bed still unkempt from the total mass of six bodies miraculously fitting and sleeping in it – the girls planned their attack without hesitation.

“I’ll go last,” Asa smiled slyly.

“Me first!,” Kyujin butted in.

“No fair! I wanted first!,” Eunchae whined. “Fine. I’ll go second.”

“Haerin? Wanna go first?,” Jiwoo offered.

“No, I’ll go before Asa,” Haerin permitted. “You go first.”

“Daddy needs to get hard,” Asa cooed. “Ready, girls?”

You laid on the bed, hands behind your head, lying down like a champion, listening to them claim you, want you to their core. You don’t know what exactly made you prouder: the near-perfect synergy, or the raw, honest desire.

You smiled in excitement as your underwear immaterialized and the synchronized wave of kisses peppered your shaft all over.

Each of them hummed as they left peck after peck on your skin. They were slow, methodical, tantalizing; they knew, or at least were confident enough, how to keep you on edge, each smooch light to the touch. Not a finger, tongue, or any other stimulus – only the taunting that was their careful and calculated worship. Each one was too brief to leave the searing mark of affection; altogether and it kept your length buzzing. And of course, you twitched in approval, balling up your fists to hold back the desire to distract them.

Kyujin crawled over, her bare pink pussy hovering over your face. It felt warm even from far away, as she’d been watching it all happen and felt herself wanting you exceptionally badly.

“W-will you be okay if I sit on your face, daddy?,” Kyujin asked. You simply pulled her down in response – and she yelped to counter.

With your hands pulling her by her thighs, she rocked back and forth, rubbing all of her scent on your lips and nose. You stuck your tongue inside her, far as you could, and her gyrations hastened.

“Mmh!,” she squealed. “Daddy, fuck! Your tongue is so– ohh!”

She tried to lift herself up to rest, but you held her back down, instead forcing a slower, sensual pace, and Kyujin’s moans felt immediately more relaxed.

The girls temporarily slowed to witness, and you could feel their kisses become more contained, holding back the urge to take you in whole in desperate yearning. Breaths felt heavy and hot as they wafted against your length, still within reach of their wettened lips. You could even see Haerin and Jiwoo bite their lips and furrow their brows, keeping their inhibitions intact.

Except Asa. Asa had stopped kissing you entirely, moving up to your belly until she went for your neck. She laid beside you, playing with the lobe of your ear with her lips, moaning as she rubbed her nipples in stimulation.

“Me next,” she laughed deeply. “Fuck, I want daddy’s tongue.”

“H-hey!,” Eunchae whined. “Why doesn’t anyone wanna give me a turn?!” She crawled next to your other ear. “Daddy, please!”

“I’m already going last!,” Asa whined back. “Don’t you wanna squirt all over daddy instead?”

Eunchae froze at the thought, and Jiwoo and Haerin looked at Eunchae excitedly.