Horny girls

CHAPTER 20 - WHERE SHE CAME FROM

After the swimming lesson, Tuyet wrote me the same evening how much she had enjoyed the time at the beach and how happy she was for Phuong. If we had the opportunity, we should do it again with her and Vu, she suggested. But next, Tuyet wanted to be alone with me, possibly at her grandma's house in the mountains, or we could go for coffee and then to a hotel. She also wanted me to learn more about Nguyet and how the two of us had met.

We had agreed to drive to the mountains for another adventure, but that morning it was raining heavily. As sitting at a café in the rain wasn't much fun either, we didn't know what to do. Tuyet said she was already dressed and ready to see me, so she suggested I just come to her house, as her mother had plans for the day and her dad was in Saigon with his parents-in-law. So, their house was pretty much available.

Well, that was ballsy, but she was 19 now and, technically, it was no one's business what she did. If someone asked about me, Tuyet would probably just tell them that she enjoyed our conversations. And that she could practice her English that way. I wasn't in the mood for more hide-and-seek either, so I just went and parked my motorcycle right outside their house. Frankly, I didn't have a problem anymore meeting her mother.

Tuyet looked lovely, as she had thought we'd go out. She was wearing a white, collarless blouse with tiny dark-green leaves all over it. Her tender collarbones looked marvelous. Her tailored pants were rather loose and ended just below her knees. I could see her white panties underneath the thin fabric, as she was walking barefoot in front of me after she had let me in.

The rain was comforting. We were standing in the kitchen downstairs, waiting for the kettle, when the screeching metal door at the entrance was pushed open and her mother appeared. She probably had forgotten something. She didn't look particularly enticing with her helmet, glasses, face mask, and rain coat, but she shook my hand with her keys in hers, and Tuyet introduced us briefly. As her mother was leaving, she told Tuyet to be a good host and fix me something to eat.

"Well, good thing we weren't banging each other in the hall," we laughed.

"She's in town, so she could come back at any moment," Tuyet cautioned. "To f**k, we'd have to go upstairs to my room," she pointed out.

"I know. But now she won't come back for a few hours, huh?"

"Probably not. She has a lot of errands to run," Tuyet confirmed. "She told me she'd be back around three or three-thirty."

"Do you think she finds it strange that I'm here?" I was curious.

"I don't know. Maybe a little. But you are well-known in town, and respected as a teacher. She would probably say that I'm in good hands in your company," she laughed. "She knows who you are and probably has already seen you on Facebook."

As the water was ready, we put everything on a tray and went upstairs. I admired her graceful body and all its movements. The rain was still pounding our town, and there was no chance to go anywhere. But we didn't need to. We had everything here, and the afternoon promised to be exciting and relaxing at the same time. Tuyet asked me if I was hungry—probably remembering what her mother had just told her—but I declined, saying that I could easily wait for another hour or so. It was just around eleven.

Up in her room, we sat down on the bed after we had piled up a few pillows at the headrest. It was nice to listen to the rain and be able to spend time together without thinking about s*x immediately. It was a little strange, however, that today the overture was missing. We were alone, but for now it didn't feel like we would undress or f**k any time soon.

"How did you meet Nguyet, actually?" Tuyet asked.

"We used to work together. I met her on my very first day at the school and fell madly in love with her," I told her.

"Well, that's been several years already," Tuyet remarked.

"Yeah, I know. Almost six. She was only 24 at the time and that was one reason it didn't work out. She told our boss who relayed that to me—that I was 'too old and too big'. I guess she probably meant that I'm too fat," I laughed.

"Well, you are kinda big," Tuyet nodded in agreement. "You weigh almost three times as much as I do. But you aren't fat. You still kept pursuing her for a while?" Tuyet asked.

"Of course. I invited her out for coffee, lunch or dinner multiple times, but she always declined. She had never had a boyfriend and eventually told me that it wasn't gonna work."

"Oh, well. You seem to love your wife. And now you're having an affair with Nguyet. So, it did work out, in some way," she concluded.

"Oh, in many ways, this is the best of both worlds. My wife is cuter than Nguyet and warmer, kinder; she has a bigger heart. As small as she is, my wife has the biggest heart in the whole world."

"How exactly did your affair start, though? At a hotel?" she giggled.

"No, we went to a hotel the second time. The first time, her parents weren't at home for a few days and she invited me to go for coffee knowing we could go to her place if things went well."

"And?"

It seemed unavoidable to talk about s*x with Tuyet.

"When we were at the coffee house, I got pretty horny and asked her to show me her legs, which she hesitatingly did. I also saw her panties then for the first time. We were at that big old coffee shop, where the two of us met twice last summer."

"And then you went to her house," Tuyet continued my story.

"Yeah, she lives close by."

"Tell me more, come on: how did you f**k? I mean everything must have been new to her since that was her first time."

"We had tea near the entrance in their living room. And then I took my shorts off and I asked her to take off her panties. She also removed her bra, but left her blouse and her skirt on. I still can't believe that she did that after so many years. And then she jerked me off. I came right there, in the living room, splashing all over the place, even her face."

"That's hot. I want you to do that to me today," Tuyet immediately insisted. "And did you f**k her properly too, I mean later that day?"

"Yeah, maybe two hours later, upstairs in her bedroom, she rode me and I came inside her. I took her virginity. Just like yours," I laughed.

Tuyet admitted that made her hot. She was panting a little, and her small bosom was heaving. She unbuttoned her pants and took them off. I could see her bush through her thin, white panties but she sat down again for now. The ceiling fan was humming, but the rain seemed to have subsided.

"What did you do up in her room?"

"Well, first, before we f****d, I fingered her til she climaxed, as my d**k wasn't ready to get up again. I had just come downstairs, remember? Yeah, then I deflowered her as she was riding me. The bed was completely soaked, as you can imagine."

"Did she like the s*x?"

"I really think so, yes. But what she perhaps liked the most was that a man was giving her his full attention. That and that she finally wasn't a virgin anymore. Keep in mind she was almost 30 when it happened. She desperately wanted to know what a d**k looks like, how it feels to hold one and to have it in your mouth. And your p***y, of course."

"Beautiful. But I didn't wanna wait til 30," she giggled.

"Yeah, I know. People definitely need to take their time, I think, and wait til they're ready, but 30 is kinda late, isn't it? And if no one ever hits on you, your self-confidence goes down, doesn't it?"

"Sure. By all means," she confirmed. "So, are you gonna come on my face today?"

"If that's what you want. But your period is just over so we could f**k with impunity today."

"I don't know. I just feel like we play a little and when you're ready, you come on my face. I think it's the most fun if we do what we really feel like. And we have the time to do it twice today."

"Good point. Ok, I'll lick your p***y really long, because that's something we haven't done for a while, and if you still want me to come on your face, I'll do that."

"OK. Sounds nice."

I got up to pee and when I came back, she was undressing. I took my clothes off, too, and realized how pleasant it was here in her room. It wasn't hot or muggy, just perfectly warm. She folded the bedspread, handed it to me, and sat down on the bed with her p***y close to the edge. I kneeled down between her legs with my back towards the wardrobe. I looked up one more time and we kissed profusely before we embarked on our long journey of lust.

I reached under her knees and pulled her closer. Her p***y was still closed and didn't seem to be moist. Tuyet was now on her back, relaxed and folded her arms behind her head. I licked her inner thighs and groins, which were of a light brown color but had barely any hair on them. Her bush pretty much ended above her p***y.

I hadn't shaved for five days, which added tickling to the adventure. I was licking the outside of her p***y now, but I still hadn't opened it. I separated her lips with the tip of my tongue, but only ever so slightly. Tuyet moaned a little and moved from time to time. I licked upward from her perineum to her c**t. Now, I pressed my tongue between her pink lips more forcefully. When I retreated, they closed again, which was beautiful to watch. The rain was getting stronger now, just like my d**k.

Kneeling on the bedspread was pretty comfortable. Her whole lap was like a painting. Pristine, almost too clean, and small. I wondered about her hipbones; as beautiful and tender as she was, she would have been almost too small to bear a child. Her thighs were absolutely free of any hair, but now I received the first whiff of p***y aroma.

I licked the tip of my middle finger and touched her lips softly, still hesitant to get in. I really wanted to enjoy everything slowly on this rainy day, like this was the one and only chance I had. I licked her p***y again just outside, before I pried her lips open. Slowly. The sound of p***y lips separating was probably my favorite noise in the world. I licked maybe quarter-of-an-inch deep and then started to suck her c**t. Her body responded by producing thick, sticky juice.

My d**k was half-stiff, and I wondered how long I could be doing this without just pushing it inside her for relief. But her p***y was really a sight to behold as endearing, small, young, fresh and clean as it was. I got up on the bed, and pulled her butt upward, towards my face, with her back resting on my belly and thighs. Only her head and neck were still touching the bed. Her p***y was like the opening of a vase. I let some spit drip on it and kept going.

She didn't flinch and seemed determined to stay in said position as long as needed. She weighed 90 pounds perhaps, or even a little less. She was easy to move around. I pulled her lips open a little more and saw more nectar oozing out, which was now running down her perineum into her butthole, where I picked some of it up with the tip of my tongue. When I looked back at the inside of her p***y, I saw the opening of her urethra and decided to suck her c******s. She was heaving and squirming now and let out a long, excited 'Aaaah'.

Her p***y had become a well. I bent her further forward and sucked the whole area until my mouth was numb. Her feet were next to her ears now. One side of me wanted to ask if the position was too uncomfortable, but I didn't wanna blather when I could be doing more useful things. Her butt was pretty bony in this position. There wasn't an ounce of superfluous flesh on her whole body.

Nguyets butt was softer, rounder, more harmonious. Nguyet's p***y was also tastier and more aromatic. Of course, Tuyet's small, tender lap here was enticing but it was not quite wild enough, as hairless and clean as it was. I just loved straggling, proliferating bushes. Oh, well, she wasn't even twenty yet, and things would probably change once she got older. I also preferred Nguyet's dark purple inner lips to Tuyet's pink ones. Yet, I wasn't gonna complain.

As a last act, I pulled her p***y as wide open as possible and looked at the jagged entrance of her v****a. I pushed my finger in to look for her G-spot, but the position had become too uncomfortable for her, so she wanted to lie down. I kept my finger in her as she was repositioning herself. She moaned louder, squirmed more and was writhing when she said:

"I'll jerk you off and you come on my face."

My d**k was nicely stiff, so Tuyet stroking it would make it come in a heartbeat. We were standing next to the bed on the bedspread, which was still on the floor, and I lowered myself to get a load of p***y nectar onto my glans. I let go of my d**k, and she went down on her knees, stroking my d**k close to her face. I loved it, even though I wasn't into porn-video-induced fantasies. I made a mental note to ask her later why she wanted me to come on her face so badly.

"Get some more juice from your p***y!" where the last words spoken for a while.

She got up and dipped my glans in her honeypot once more. When she went down on her knees again, she had her teeth clenched. She was panting hard when I fixed her head with both hands so as to not waste any precious liquid, and then I unloaded maybe eight decent splashes of c*m onto her beautiful face. Her long eyelashes, one of her eyes, her nose, and mouth were all covered in whitish, gooey, sticky c*m.

I had seen bukkake-videos before, and if I liked the woman, I thought them somewhat sexy. Admittedly, seeing Tuyet's face covered with my own c*m now turned me on tremendously. It was a sight I'd never forget. c*m was dripping from her cheek, and a large blob was dangling from her chin, about to drop onto her small bosom. All in all, half of her face was covered nicely, the shape of which curiously reminded me of the shape of Vietnam on a map. Maybe we should take a photo?

One of her nostrils was plugged but now bubbles were emerging from it. She had watched me cumming on her until I had hit one of her eyes, which was still covered. She opened the other eye now and requested I get her the small mirror from the chiffonier.

"Shall I get your phone too?" I asked semi-facetiously.

„No, don't be silly. What if someone finds it?!"

While she was talking, some c*m was dripping into her mouth, and she smacked her lips. Another drop left her chin. She was looking at herself in the mirror, with one eye still closed.

"Beautiful," she said. "Just like I had envisioned it. Apart from Vu last week, I hadn't seen any guy ejaculating for quite some time," she laughed.

"Do you want me to rub it all over your face? Semen is good for your skin. Leave it on for a while."

"No, I'll admire it a little more and then we'll take a shower together."

I presented her my d**k, on which a little more c*m had gathered inside the foreskin, and she sucked it dry. Just as I was looking down at her c*m-covered face one more time, with her beautiful set of teeth close to my glans, the metal door downstairs was screeching again.

In shock, Tuyet shrieked: "Holy s**t. My mother. Get dressed! Hurry up!"

She wiped the c*m off her face with her panties, grabbed the clothes she had worn earlier and tossed them down inside the wardrobe. She reached for a flimsy summer dress and closed the wardrobe door. She had just finished putting her dress on when her mother was coming towards the room, yelling her name. After I had gotten dressed hastily, I jumped over to the desk near the window, sat down, and opened a Vietnamese teenage magazine for girls. I was looking at a double-page of pink interior decoration when her mom appeared in the doorframe.

"Tuyet, have you made lunch for Mr. Ben yet?" she asked in Vietnamese.

Tuyet's mom looked over to me and I nodded. I got up as I didn't want to be impolite and moved a little closer towards the door. From the corner of my eye I saw the white panties Tuyet had been wearing earlier on the floor, outside the wardrobe. Even from the distance, they looked soaked. The folded bedspread had also slipped off the bed again. I was pretty sure that Tuyet's mother had already assessed the situation with her eagle eye of an experienced mother and wife. Well, I saw no way for me to rectify the situation but to distract her. I asked her for her name and reassured her that Tuyet had asked me, but I had insisted that I wasn't hungry.

Just like any Vietnamese host, Tuyet's mom wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. She told us to go down to the kitchen, where Tuyet would fix us something to eat. She was hungry too, she said, and would join us as soon as she had changed into something more comfortable. Tuyet and I went down and I asked if I could be of any help.

"Oh no, we're at our house and I'm 19. I can't make a grown man, or any guest, help in the kitchen. Go and have a smoke, will you?"

As I believed that would have been rude, I stayed and Tuyet got a pot out of the fridge and put it on the cooker.

"Well, I'm glad we were at least done with your facial," I remarked.

"Yeah, just imagine she saw my bukkake face," Tuyet giggled quietly.

"Did you see that your panties where on the floor, outside the wardrobe?" I asked.

"Oh, shoot. Really? Gosh, do you think she saw them?"

"Frankly, yes. She's a middle-aged woman who has three kids. They see s**t like that immediately. The bed looked a mess, too, with the bedspread folded on the floor. I think it was pretty obvious what we must have done while she was gone. She can also see your n*****s here through your dress, which you weren't wearing when she left."

"Well, I often change into something more comfortable when I'm at home," Tuyet defended herself half-heartedly.

"Yeah, but did you tell me to wait outside so you could get changed? I don't think she would buy that. If she puts two and two together, she knows that you took your clothes off and then, in a hurry, grabbed a dress quickly to cover yourself. I really think it's okay. You're 19 and in college. It's all right. But maybe put on a pair of panties if you can?"

"She can't see under my dress," Tuyet said. "I'll just hold my legs together. It'll look stupid if I go upstairs again now."

"Right. Well, she's coming anyway."

Tuyet's mother had taken a quick shower, it seemed, and put on some make-up. Tuyet got up so her mother could sit down at the table across from me. Her mom was maybe 45 and looked good for her age. Youthful, actually. She smiled at me and told her daughter to cut the noodles and place them in three bowls. Tuyet's mother was wearing a colorful cotton dress that was rather short. It covered her thighs about half way down as she was sitting. She had picked the dress wisely: I couldn't tell if she was flirting or even putting out, or just casually dressed because she was at home and at ease. In any case, she looked enticing.

Now, she directed her daughter through the kitchen. Tuyet was probably used to that but didn't seem to be too happy about it. Her mother wasn't going to help and, evidently, there was some rivalry brewing now between the two women. Tuyet's mom was clearly vying to get my attention. I offered to help Tuyet once more to show on whose side I was on, but her mother just told me that her daughter would be able to manage.

And there wasn't much to do, actually. After the noodles had been cut, Tuyet chopped some greens and waited for the soup to boil. The rain had stopped now, and Tuyet's mother asked me how I ended up in our sleepy provincial town. When the soup was hot, Tuyet turned off the cooker, filled the three bowls, and brought them over.

Tuyet's mom had shapely calves, and her skin was smooth. She was of a slightly darker complexion than her daughter, as she had been in the tropical sun for 25 more years. She had her legs crossed, but upon a second glance she seemed a little full in the middle. I could have been wrong here, though, as she was sitting and as her dress was rather loose. I was glad we didn't go over to the big entrance hall to eat because Tuyet's shrill screaming during our wild f**k on the dinner table would deafen my ears.