Horny girls

The More, the Merrier 2

I had a hunch what Nguyet wanted me to do. She had caressed Trinh thoroughly and, in turn, been diddled and fondled by her for quite some time already. She was wet, but probably didn't want to work more on top of me. She was lying on her back with her legs wide open. She took my face in her hands and pulled me closer. She reached down between us and adjusted my d**k. I got in and started thrusting. I don't know what Trinh and Quynh were doing. It sounded like they were having fun over there on the chair. I was holding Nguyet's knees and pressing her legs down next to her torso. Her p***y was the highest point of her body right now, and my d**k was fully inside her.

Nguyet asked to put her legs down and I propped myself up on top of her with my elbows resting next to her head. I switched to longer thrusts and going in and out in long strokes felt good. Trinh and Quynh seemed quiet now and, sure enough, they came over to the bed and sat down.

"It's good to see you f*****g, Nguyet," Quynh said. "Back when still worked with us, we were worried you would never get laid."

Trinh commented she wanted to get f****d more often too. I made a mental note of that.

Nguyet didn't reply, and I knew I was coming soon. One of them started caressing my back and my ass. I couldn't see who and I didn't care. It felt good, though. I thrusted faster again now, like I was angry and wanted the get the whole thing over and done with. Nguyet closed her eyes and turned her face to the side. She was panting and wheezing. Quynh sat close to our heads and said she wished I could come in her mouth. Generally, that wasn't a bad idea, but I only had one d**k, which wanted to come where it was: inside Nguyet's p***y. And it did. As it was the second time within an hour, though, there wasn't as much. But I'm glad I came again—and that it was over.

As there wasn't enough room for all four of us to cuddle and wrap it up a little bit, the two ladies got dressed quietly and waved goodbye. They had to get back to work and said we would talk when we saw each other there.

After a minute or two of silence, I asked if Nguyet if she had liked it. "Yes, but just the two of us is better. I don't think I want anyone else here for a long time now. I don't like getting horny and then there's no d**k. Or at least not right away. But, then, on the other hand, when do you get to do something like that and get away with it? Certainly not once I'm married."

"You got any leads?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "I like one of our new coworkers. He's six months younger than me and kinda handsome. I want him to ask me out."

"Why don't you ask him?" I inquired.

"That's not how it works in Vietnam," she said in a slightly bitter tone.

"I still think you should try. It's always awkward when you ask someone to do something they could refuse. When I asked you to show me your legs at the coffee shop, there was a good chance you would say 'no'," I reminded her.

"Couldn't you sense that I was going to do that?"

"No, not really. You had refused to go out with me in the past, and you're not exactly known as lascivious. I asked because there was small chance you would, finally, do something like that. As you remember, we had never been out before. And no one was there. There was a decent chance that you would do it; otherwise, I wouldn't have asked," I explained.

"We'll talk more next time," Nguyet ended the frenzy. "Let's clean up. My mom is gonna be back soon."

I helped Nguyet to change the sheets after I got dressed. As we were carrying them to the bathroom downstairs, her mom was standing outside her sewing room. We must have cut quite some figure with that pile of bedsheets and underwear. I felt completely deflated and debilitated. We just kissed briefly in the hall and I left her house.