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Chapter 107 -- Revenge is Sweet</p>
Our brief introduction to the art of massaging pussy last week had been a huge success: My former student Vu, my young niece Giang, and yours truly had driven to Hanh's massage parlor, where our blind friend had shown us the ropes of tenderly arousing a woman's body and senses. My niece's wild country-bumpkin pussy had blossomed, and even though Hanh hadn't been feeling too well, she still had offered herself to us. This week, we thought we could repeat the success by acquainting Giang to massaging cocks, but Hanh's aunt and mother preferred individual massage visits, and so we decided to postpone the cock-worshipping to remain in good standing with Hanh's family.
Changing plans was easy, though, as Nguyet's quarantine had finally ended, so that she would be able to join us at the old hotel again. We agreed to have lunch there, before we would all get naked and engage in some sensual rumpus again. Nguyet had to catch up with the others. As far as I knew, Thuy would also be there. Vu admitted that he had fallen in love with Giang, but since he was also Nguyet's lover, we decided against inviting my young niece to the bash. I completely understood, though, why Vu appreciated Giang: Just like him, she had grown up in the countryside, loved nature, and had an easy-going personality that was far superior to that of middle-class girls from the city, who were often prissy, skittish, and overly concerned with their Instagram likes.
In some ways, though, I thought it could spice up our orgies hugely if my niece Giang would be there. I wondered what Nguyet would do, as she seemed already incredibly upset that her lover Vu had thrown himself so determinedly into the vortex of our sensual bashes. Well, Giang was ovulating anyway this week, and Vu had also told me that he was going to see her next weekend, just the two of them. To not rock the boat too much when Nguyet was finally able to join us, we just agreed to meet the five of us: Nguyet, Vu, Thuy, Thanh's beau Hoang, and me. Thanh and Anna, who had both been pivotal in preparing our orgies were still confined to their homes, as Thanh's mom and Anna's dad both were doctors, who had contact with Covid-patients daily.
Even though some of the Corona-restrictions had been lifted, cafés and restaurants were still closed, so that we agreed to meet directly at the old hotel. Nguyet promised to order lunch, and Hoang was going to get beer and ice. I asked Vu if it wasn't strange to see Nguyet again, after he had just fallen in love with my niece, but he just put on his I'll get as much pussy as I can-face on and cautioned me to not get carried away, as the relationship with Giang hadn't properly started yet. He also hinted that he was afraid what Nguyet--finally ready to spread her legs again--would do if he refused to be there.
When I arrived at the vintage hotel, I smoked a ciggie outside, even though I could have easily done that upstairs. When Hoang got there, I took the bag with the beer and ice off of him, so that he could drive his Suzuki inside. As my Vietnamese was still kinda weak, we didn't even bother to make conversation on the way up, which wasn't unpleasant, though. We had known each other for a while and had fucked together half a dozen times, if not more. We understood each other almost blindly as a result. Upstairs in the kitchen, Nguyet was filling in several lengthy forms. She nodded briefly, when she saw us, but then we just cracked two beers open and plopped into our seats. Strangely, Thuy was nowhere to be seen, but then we heard the metal door downstairs screech once more. Perhaps it was her. When Vu entered the kitchen a minute later, though, still out of breath, I was surprised that it hadn't been Thuy but didn't say anything. He also grabbed a beer and then lit a ciggie. When Hoang followed suit, I couldn't resist and lit another one as well.
Jesus, looked Nguyet hot! She was wearing that tight, grey mini-stretch-dress that she had worn once in a role-play, when she had pretended to be a leisure-time hooker. Back then, in the role-play, her beau had stood her up at a café since she had suddenly gotten her period. Of course, I 'rescued' her, which was, incidentally, the only time the two of us had had period sex together. Was she wearing that dress as an homage, like a sign of what was about to come? Sure, those two young guys probably never had had period sex, but perhaps they would be repulsed if they were expected to do it in front of others. Nguyet was also wearing fire-engine-red lipstick and black high-heels. Good salacious Lord!
She had pinned her hair up in the back, which always looked astoundingly rakish and hot, as she wore her hair parted on one side with bangs, had high cheekbones, and a diamond-shaped face. Her dark eyes were glowing, and her long eye-lashes were the icing on the proverbial cake. When she got up to fetch bowls and chopsticks, she dexterously moved her slim hips through the maze that the table and ankara sınırsız escortlar our chairs had formed. We weren't going to eat yet, apparently, as she still had to take care of the forms, first. I had just discovered her panty line and noticed how feisty she seemed. Nguyet was in exceedingly good spirits, radiating energy and élan but, yeah, her feistiness was the most astounding. Vu and Hoang hadn't noticed yet, though, as they were talking like she wasn't even in the room.
And so I simply asked her about Thuy:
"Oh, she's in the office in the model home," Nguyet only replied somewhat curtly after she had had to interrupt her work for two seconds.
Nguyet and Thuy were real estate brokeresses who normally worked in the burbs, selling cookie-cutter units to the aspiring Vietnamese middle class. About a month back, we three guys had banged Thuy six times or so. She was really petite and until very recently had been breastfeeding. Her nimble body, paired with an awesome set of large breasts, was one of the hottest things I knew.
"Well, doesn't Thuy have a long lunch-break today, like everyone else?" I inquired.
"No, she's gotta wait for a phone call," Nguyet knocked me back, almost as if she had ordered Thuy to stay away from the hotel under all circumstances today.
Well, in some ways, that would have been consistent, as Thuy had been the leading lady in two out of the last three orgies. Since Nguyet was the GOAT, however, in our province, as far as sex was concerned, perhaps she wanted to chase away her lovely, petite competitor with her large, milk-filled breasts. I knew that Nguyet wanted to get all the cum for herself at least once, as she had told me about a year ago. Perhaps today would be the day. Nga, our dopey ex-colleague, was holding the provincial record of having been banged six times in a row together with Thuy, but I was sure it wouldn't take much for Nguyet to beat that, especially as hot and spirited as she seemed today. Finally, she put her papers away and lifted two large styrofoam boxes from a bag on the floor onto the table, took a Pepsi from the fridge, and filled our glasses with ice, before she handed each of us another beer. Then she sat down, and opened the styrofoam containers, which had glass noodles, beef, and vegetables in them. Everything was still steaming and smelled tempting.
As we were eating quietly, I sensed something like a thunderstorm brewing. The tension was mounting, while Nguyet finally tried to make some smalltalk. Vu focused on his buddy Hoang, however, like he was afraid to talk to her. Or he thought that I should do that, but she wasn't gonna have it: She now asked him directly what had happened during the last few orgies. Since they were talking in Vietnamese, however, I couldn't completely follow the conversation. At some point, I heard Vu downplay the whole thing, saying something like 'Oh, that wasn't much.' Then he mentioned that Hanh hadn't felt well the previous week at her house but admitted, truthfully, that he liked my young niece Giang. I wasn't sure if he also mentioned that he had actually banged her twice.
Nguyet was sitting across from me, at the shorter end of the table, so that I could admire her beauty and poise. She had crossed one leg over the other, which not only brought out her splendid thigh muscle but also those of her calves. In the tiny triangle that had been formed by her thighs and dress, I could sense her red panties and immediately imagined how her dense, long, and ample pubic hair would stick out on the sides. My dick was pumping, and I watched Nguyet nervously sliding in her chair, like she was getting horny, too. She was also ogling Hoang; with whom she had fucked once at the hot springs. Our conversation swung lackluster back and forth a few more times, but then we three guys cracked another beer open and lit another cigarette.
The funny thing was that Mira had asked me a few days back what it was about our orgies, even though she had declined my desperate plea to borrow her pussy for the massage demonstration two weeks prior. Apparently, she had changed her mind and now was, in principle, ready to join us. Mira had a large clit, almost like a small penis, of which she was super self-conscious, but perhaps she was so bored in this whole semi-lockdown situation that she needed a good fuck? She was bisexual, but since her girlfriend Carol's dad had died, the latter had decided to relocate back to the Philippines. Mira was shunned by her Filipino colleagues for being sexually adventurous and bisexual, so she was probably suffering from more than just boredom. Since Nguyet was, today, able to join us for the first time, though, I had put Mira on the proverbial backburner, promising her that we would meet soon.
While my thoughts had been revolving around Mira, the atmosphere in the room had tensed up some more: Apparently, Nguyet had berated Vu, her lover, for taking part in all the orgies with impunity during the last few weeks. Both, Nguyet ankara suriyeli escortlar and Vu, were blushing, while Hoang seemed embarrassed to be sitting in the middle of all. He was writhing uncomfortably in his chair but then cracked another beer open, like that would solve the predicament. Well, I asked him to pass me another one, too, and--just like him--I also lit another ciggie to distract myself from the dressing-down. Nguyet was obviously cross, which only made her hotter though, especially as she now switched her legs like Sharon Stone in that one movie. Obviously, Nguyet here was wearing underwear, but if I wasn't completely mistaken, there was already a darker spot on the fabric. I took an incredibly long drag off my cigarette and asked myself if we shouldn't go upstairs to the only semi-furnished room that was left in the whole hotel.
It seemed like Nguyet wanted to string us along a bit longer, though, as she now put her foot down next to the other, before she opened her legs. The others couldn't see her crotch, but I could. Oh, how much had I missed seeing her panty-clad bush. Only a tiny portion of her slim, muscular thighs was covered by the dark-grey fabric of her mini-dress, and the whole woman looked absolutely beguiling. Nguyet was gazing at me challengingly, probably knowing that her panties were already getting wet and that I had already seen it. And, yes, some pubic curls were sticking out left and right: With her legs white as snow, her panties red like blood, and her pubic curls black like ebony, she was turning me on like only Anna could, otherwise. Absolutely divine! Her stretch-dress snuggled up to her nimble MILF-body, which had never condoned an ounce of fat on itself.
I moved my chair closer to Nguyet and put my hands on her knees, as soon as I was done smoking. She cocked her head and smiled, ignoring the two young guys like they weren't even in the room.
"Ben, it is so nice to see you again..."
"It sure is. It's been a while. Are you as horny as I am?" I asked rhetorically to entice her to get up, so that we could retreat upstairs.
She only nodded and licked her lips, bevor she looked at Hoang again, who was sitting diagonally across the table from her, next to me. Ignoring Vu, next to her, she started to massage her small breasts through the fabric of her dress and bra, bevor she opened the three top-buttons on her chest, exposing one of her red bra straps. I found it remarkable how she snubbed her lover, and I wouldn't have been surprised if she now had sent him home or on an errand under some pretext. Hoang got up to piss, which ended our lunch here in the kitchen but didn't release any of the tension. When he came back, we got up, and Nguyet and I put the bowls together.
Finally, we went upstairs without further ado. Nguyet admitted that she would have preferred to be alone with me, but Vu had apparently invited himself and had also asked Hoang to tag along. I thought of Mira but was glad that I hadn't brought her. Somehow, that would have been an awkward situation, even though I admired her courage of wanting to join an orgy with strangers, as she would have to show her impressive clit to a bunch of young Vietnamese. Well, perhaps Mira was also proud of it, meanwhile. But, yeah, sure, if she still wanted to join us, I'd take her along the following week. I was sure no one would mind her anatomic anomaly; they would probably get a huge kick out of it, actually.
Upstairs, I went to pee in the bathroom, as the scenario today didn't look like we were going to pee onto each other at all. Neither Hoang nor Vu had ever mentioned that they were into that kind of thing, but when I got back to the room, Nguyet was tying Vu to the single bed. Hoang had taken his seat on the double bed and was watching her. Vu had already taken off his pants and looked a bit sheepish. Now, Nguyet paused to cut a few more pieces of string to the appropriate length. Well, we had never done that before.
"Do you sometimes do that when I'm not around?" I inquired, not overly serious.
Nguyet smiled and shook her head: "No, but I always wanted to try it..." she told me, as she was tying Vu's hands to the metal bedframe under the mattress, near his hips.
His cock looked swollen in his underpants, I noticed, and when she had tied his feet to the frame below the mattress at the foot end, I asked:
"Is it gonna be Hoang's and my turn later?"
Nguyet only laughed and shrugged shoulders: "If you want..." she replied nonchalantly, before she pulled Vu's underwear down to his knees.
His half-stiff cock was pulsating but looked lonely. Nguyet sat down next to his belly and unbuttoned his shirt, before she leaned forward to take his nipple in her mouth. I sat down to enjoy this breathtaking chamber play and felt my own cock stiffening. The single bed was like three or four feet away from the double and perpendicular to it. Nguyet stuffed a pillow under Vu's neck and unbuttoned her dress some sincan türbanlı escortlar more, so that he also could enjoy the view of her red bra straps. Eventually, she kneeled between his legs to take care of his cock. At least, that's what we assumed.
Nguyet didn't seem to be in a hurry, though, as she was licking and kissing his thighs first. Her small butt was protruding in our direction. Hoang and I looked at each other with pursed lips and nodded impressed, and when she pulled up her dress so that we could admire her panties, we both took our clothes off, so that our cocks could get some fresh air and pump more freely. Nguyet seemed to avoid Vu's cock, however, and it dawned on me what this bondage thing was all about. I was tempted to just pull down her panties and rip them off her legs, but I didn't want to spoil her spiel. She seemed to have a devious plan--I mean, c'mon, that rope hadn't ended up here in the room by coincidence. Hoang and I nodded appreciatively at each other once more, glad that we could witness Nguyet's rousing show.
Both, Nguyet and Vu, were breathing heavily, while she was still covering his heaving body with pecks, kneeling between his legs. From time to time, his glans was touching the fabric of her dress, and I kinda expected him to come on it any moment. Christ Almighty, was this titillating! I was stroking my cock, just as Hoang, who didn't seem like he could hold out much longer. At some point, Nguyet pulled her panties down and off her legs, before she deposited the moist garment on Vu's face, so that he could get a good whiff of her acidic, slightly metallic aroma. As he was tied to the bed, he tossed his head back and forth to relieve himself of the savory fragrance, though, as it was probably too intense for him.
Nguyet didn't want to leave anything to chance and pulled up her dress up onto her back, still kneeling between her obstreperous lover's legs. Now, Hoang and I had a good view of the most beguiling snatch in the universe: glistening with fresh nectar, her hairy pussy looked rather large between her lithe, light legs and gloriously white ass cheeks. Her juices had started to foam, so that her pubic hair was already sticky. Very briefly, she reached back on herself to separate her black, beveled inner labia, so that we could admire the entrance of her vermillion sheath. Nguyet must have noticed how stiff her lover's cock underneath her was. Would she just sit on it now to relieve him? Oh, no. Instead, she let him pant and wheeze, thrusting her ass back in our direction, until she demanded:
"Hey, you two! Whatcha waiting for? Who's hornier?"
In reply, she probably didn't expect a spoken answer but a stiff rod, with which she would punish her beau, as he had fucked a bit too much in her absence. Yes, that was probably what was going to happen. She didn't care that Nga and then Thuy had gotten banged six times in a row, as long as she could see her beau suffer. Hoang pointed at me to go first, but I was so fascinated by the rousing, tantalizing scene in front of my eyes that I sent him to bang Nguyet, partially since I found the position of her snatch--five inches above the mattress--a trifle inconvenient. As soon as Hoang got to her moist bum, though, he lifted her ass up a bit, fiddled his cock in, and began to pump frenetically.
Yes, initially, Hoang was struggling to find his rhythm, as he was fairly tall. His dick was about half-way in now; her dark inner labia looked super-hot, as they were snuggling up on his rod. Yes, those little lips weren't going to see much of each other for the next hour or so. After Hoang had pushed her forward and lifted her up some more, he was thrusting more rhythmically now, and I was sure it wouldn't take long for him to explode inside her. As I was still stroking my cock, I marveled at Nguyet's plan. Oh, yes, that shit was hot! Hoang's bald ball sack was dangling nicely, hitting her clit from time to time, which triggered little cascades of ever-increasing arousal. One side of me wished that she would at least take Vu's cock in her mouth for a minute to relieve him, but I wasn't going to suggest it. That was between the two of them. If she was determined to not touch his dick today, so be it.
With tied hands, Vu now had to endure his friend Hoang dispatching a lavish load inside his lovely. Hoang roared properly and twitched but then pulled out quickly, so that I could have a go. The transition was seamless, as I had already gotten up. What was different today was that I stopped his cum with my glans from running downward into her pubic hair or from dripping onto the bed and pushed it back inside her, instead. The additional lubrication was, strictly speaking, not necessary but it didn't hurt, either. Nguyet wheezed and shrieked, before she hollered 'Ah, Ben!' back towards me, sounding hoarse like an animal in rut. Hoang was standing next to me, watching, while I was admiring the small landscape of her small muscular back. At some point, Vu was hollering underneath her; presumably, he had just soiled her dress, without anyone actually touching his cock. Nguyet waited until I was done and had pulled out, before she got off the bed and took her dress off. A bit of cum had dripped onto Vu's calves; I wasn't sure whether from my cock, Nguyet's dress or her snatch.