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Lin and Amanda were sisters who ran a small bakery in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname. They were of Korean descent, but had lived in the United States and spoke good English. The multicultural society of Paramaribo included a large number of Indians and Chinese as well as blacks and some white Europeans, mainly Dutch. And then there was me: British, silver-haired and remarkable.

I had gotten to know the sisters when I explored the quiet residential streets of an extremely hot and busy shopping district. It was a strange place to have a retail business, with almost no passing business, and you can walk past their shop without noticing it.

The Korean girls, as I thought, were intelligent and sociable and seemed to enjoy my friendship. It is not as if we have so much in common, other than not really integrating into this rather aggressive society with its low standards of efficiency and integrity.

They were good at what they did and quietly proud of him. Lin was the leader, the creative half of the partnership, and Amanda, the backstage worker and smiling face at the front. She was round and cheerful and often wore a burst of sweat on her face as the tropical heat raised the kitchen temperature even more.

Every time I went to see them, I had a little hug with everyone – and that’s what it was like: go see them. They knew as well as I did that I wasn’t going for the bubble tea Amanda served and the exquisite cupcakes Lin made.

They wouldn’t even make me pay for anything. I had to insist on paying.

I went for the hugs and the conversation. We talked about life in this particular, rather uncharming country, which, although positioned at the top of South America, considered itself part of the Caribbean. This is despite the fact that its coastline had no sandy beaches except for one or two that had reached an almost sacred status as places where turtles danded on land to lay their eggs.

The rest of the coast was lined with mangroves, which environmentalists and traditionalists fought fiercely to protect, citing their flood-proof properties and erosion, when people like me would have ripped them all off and made beaches appropriate to take advantage of the legendary Caribbean Sea.

Erosion? The rest of the world builds walls.

But back to the girls. They were both in their 30s. Amanda had a teenage daughter, but Lin was essentially a co-mother. Neither seemed to have a boyfriend, and they were not talking about ex-husbands, although I suspect there was a very private subculture of Southeast Asia in which discrete social lives were conducted.

Lin was thin but not thin and had a tangible physical strength that I could feel when she hugged me. There has never been a lame hug with her. She shot me in a way that a polite Briton would not dream of doing to a woman.

Lin was also more serious than her sister. She was fun but studious and had held authority positions as a pastry chef in major hotels in the United States.

Frankly, I could not make up my mind. I would have liked to have sex with both, but I didn’t want to try it with the bad and blow my chances with both. It was assuming that one of them wanted that too. And only one of them.

Every time I went, probably once a week, I thought I’d do something, but I never really did.

And then one day I found them laughing and playful as I entered.

“Vic, ” they chorused, and Amanda continued, “We were just talking about you.”

We exchanged jokes for a minute or two before Amanda said, “What would you like to eat?”

As she said, she looked at her sister.

“I would like to eat you,” I said softly, hoping not to appear perverse, “and of course they laughed and accepted it as another joke.” But it was there now, in their memories, our memories, to reflect and examine, analyze and interpret.

The conversation moved to a food fair at a resort in the north of the city the following week, during which they would have a booth. I, of course, as a champion of their brilliance, promised to be there to lend his support.

The following Monday I finally found a place to park in the street of this new station, but not car-friendly and jumped the wooden steps to where the action was, in a shady reception area.

In one corner, I saw their sign and I was able to take Amanda out, talk to people. I waited until she was alone before returning. She looked at me.

“Oh, Vic, thank you very much for coming,” she said, brimming with traditional politeness and gratitude, but obviously authentic too. We sat together and spent half an hour in the light conversation. Lin was at the bakery, where they also lived upstairs, catching up on some work, and the girl was at school, so Amanda was, by their intensive standards, free for the day, with just a little chat and sales to do.

I walked around the other stands, then I went to a nearby mall just to pass the time. I had arrived after lunch, and it ended at six o’clock. I had offered to help Amanda pack her bags at the end, and that’s what we did when the sun went down and the mosquitoes went out to play. I spotted a landing on Amanda’s shoulder, and I hit him dead. She looked at me with a somewhat shocked but grateful expression. We sat together on the ledge at the back of her little van, and she returned the favor when a little prickly devil appeared on my wrist.

“I’ll give you, young lady,” said I, “a mockman.” “I’m going to take you to my house and spank you.”

Amanda laughed and waved her eyelashes and hit me again, this time on the thigh.

Half an hour later, we were at home, having a drink on the balcony and perfectly happy in the company of the other.

“Come in,” I said, “and she followed me into the drawing-room.” “Turn around,” I ordered, “and she stood in front of the sofa.” I hit her, and she turned to face me again, a spark of something in her eyes. I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me, loving the deep padding of her stomach and the out of her breasts against my chest.

We kissed, and it was almost a relief after all this waiting time. Amanda’s tongue was loathed with mine, and she stroked my back happily as my hands roamed her landscape, squeezing her buttocks and going up to her breasts.

“Mr. Vic,” she murmured. “You’re a villain.”

I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and squeezed her left breast, then pulled the loose cup down and pinched her nipple.

Amanda’s hand went down to my dick, and she started to feel me through my jeans. I gave up her breasts and I was able to work on her button and zipper. On my knees in front of her, I pulled her jeans to the floor, and she came out of them. I repeated the process with her panties and found myself face to face with her pubic area, shaved in a small arrow pointing down.

I buried my face on Amanda’s lap and sucked her clitoris. She gasped and parted her legs, and I licked her. She was a little sweaty all day, and her crotch was a steamy jungle of aromas of everything that had happened since her morning shower.

She knelt on the couch, and I hit her bottom. She moans and says, “Okay.”

I spanked her over and over again, and she said, “Yes” and “Yes” and “Oh yes.” Then she began to moan in this curious oriental way, a combination of dread and pleasure that I had always suspected was artificial. The Chinese and Japanese girls seemed to enjoy being touched where they had not given permission and did acts that they should not appreciate, but were.

So it was with a strong, snivelling Ah ha, that Amanda greeted my tongue in her.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do,” I thought, but I didn’t say it because I was too busy with my tongue between her buttocks. I let my licks make the conversation, and they seemed to make the point quite eloquently.

“Let me suck you,” she says suddenly, turning and sitting forward to take my creeping erection in her mouth. She looked at me as she did and her eyes told me that she wanted this meeting as much as I did. She licked my stem. She kissed me and ran her tongue as far into my crotch as she could handle.

Take me to your room, Amanda implored, and I slapped her to direct her in there.

I pushed her onto the bed, and we both ripped off our remaining clothes. She was lying on her back.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Do you want that IE do it?”

“What do you think?”

“Tell me, then.”

“I want you to fuck me, Vic,” she says boldly and pulled me down as I boarded.

Amanda raised her legs with her knees bent as I plunged into her wet and expectant.

“Beautiful,” she says cheerfully.

“You are beautiful,” I replied.

“I’m fat,” she said with disdain.

“You look great,” I replied, tickling his anus. Haven’t you noticed how much I liked licking your?

“I love the way you say that,” she said. “My aaarse. You were licking my aaarse.

I want to lick your again, I said, pulling it from her and manipulating her on her forehead. She was lying flat, provocative. I hit her pink, blushing buttocks.

“Harder,” she says quickly. I slapped her bottom as hard as I could and she barked.

“Kiss him,” she ordered, “and I gently kissed her buttocks before separating them again and pressing my face into the slit.” I stung my tongue in his little rosebud.

“You want to get in?” he asked. “Do you want to fuck my ass?”

“I don’t have any lubricant,” I said, apologizing.

Use my juice, Amanda said, taking my hand and guiding her into her vagina and then wiping her between her buttocks. “Do it four or five times.”

I did what I was asked to do.

“Now wet your dick, ” she said, and went as open as possible, so I could lubricates my cock with her abundant natural stuff.

Amanda crouched with her knees bent under her and her quite exposed. I pressed cautiously but firmly against his hole and my cock jumped in without difficulty. I dived in and out of it, and she moaned with pleasure.

I said, “Ah. Ah. Aaahh,” she said. “Deeper. Yes. Yes. Ah, I’m coming.

And with that my plump Korean friend collapsed into a heap writhing on my bed, moaning softly. I knelt over her and jerked off, my sperm gushing down her back, and I managed to serve a squirt or two in her crack.

We wiped each other and lay in each other’s arms.

“God, Vic. I thought you were a gentleman,” she laughed.

“I thought you were an inadis zone,” I replied. “Private property.”

“I am,” she said earnestly. “But you’re allowed to access.”

 

 

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The Korean Sisters