And so, I pulled out after a minute or two, as I felt driven towards nimble Nhu, who still was a virgin. I also wanted to watch her dexterity between Nguyet’s legs and caress her nimble athletic body while doing so. I held her hips, standing behind her, but when my glans kept touching her lower back and panties, I simply pulled them down her stunning thighs to her knees, before I kneeled behind her to lick her butt crack and tiny anus caldera, which reminded me of the top of a tied-up little pouch. Holding her small butt cheeks in my hands, I licked, sucked, spluttered, and moaned, and then caressed her nether lips with my fingertips, which earned me another slightly irritated ‘Oh, Ben!’ from Nguyet, while Nhu was giggling, clearly enjoying my treatment.
All in all, Nguyet was too aroused to stop me from what I was doing; even if she had truly wanted to, she knew she couldn’t prevent what was happening, as she had to lie still. Eventually, I fumbled Nhu her panties off her ankles and put them on top of her other clothes on the large board along the wall – not without taking a good long drag of her fine virgin aroma, though. Not to neglect Hanh, I positioned myself behind her and caressed her pussy through the Kotex pad and her underwear. She also seemed steaming, but then Nguyet used the only weapon again she had available at the moment: her gorgeous mouth, with its flying-seagull-shaped upper lip.
And so, she moved a bit to the other edge of the massage table, before I inserted my hot throbbing rod back into her wet, flexible cavity. Hiroshi seemed to be forgotten, as Nguyet turned her head sideways again, but then she gave the two young masseuses a few instructions, re-adjusting their nimble, dexterous hands, before she continued blowing me. Remembering the agonizing dithering last week, I held her head and began to face-fuck her, so that we would accomplish some milestone along the way; my arousal had reached the point where I was unable to bear it any longer.
Fucking Nguyet in the mouth was really the best thing we could do right now: her clit was peeking through her pitch-black thicket again, while naked Nhu was driving me insane as well. And yes, petite Hanh with the bulge in her panties wasn’t helping my sanity, either. I pretty much went berserk in my thrusting, while I remembered our first face-fuck at Nguyet’s house, when her mother almost caught us.
Which made me even hornier and more eager to come as quickly as possible. My desires had overwhelmed me, which wasn’t a surprise in the end, with the plethora of rousing sights, sounds, and smells abound. As my thighs were hitting the side of the table periodically, the girls probably could imagine what Nguyet and I were doing, but there was no other way. With one hand on her breasts and the other behind her head, I was watching Nhu’s and Hanh’s hands in my muse’s snatch, while I pumped more and more frenetically – also because Nguyet hadn’t blown me like forever – until I graced her pharynx with a decent load of whitish, gooey goodness, accompanied by escalating tremolos.
Nguyet sighed, before she opened her large, dark almond-eyes again. She seemed relieved and, perhaps, assumed that I was going to take my hands off Hanh and Nhu now, who Nguyet – as the oldest – may have felt responsible for. When Hanh and Nhu began to giggle, I looked towards Nguyet’s impressive bush and saw that the girls were drying their hands on a small towel; apparently, she had just squirted. Nice! But then Nguyet uttered the fateful line:
“Ben, you know that isn’t about massaging my pussy…”
“No, it isn’t?! What is it about then? The blowjob?!” I quipped, while I was following Hanh’s nimble demonstrations in Nguyet’s wet, juicy, convulsing snatch.
Hanh had taken Nhu’s small hand and was leading it through the various layers of dark-mauve flesh now. The smacking was simply divine. Nguyet gave the girls a bit more feedback, before she lay her head back down onto the grey vinyl to relax.
“No, Nhu wants… you know… Ben, just put the mattress over there on the floor… will ya? Nhu wants to see… she wants to feel how two people… do… make…”
Oh, sweet Jesus! Now, that was an idea! Eagerly, I stepped over to the wall and placed the large, cumbersome thing in the middle of the room. Nguyet told our two young masseuses what was going on, fetched a blanket from Hanh’s bedroom, and then the four of us took our seat on the large thick futon. I moved closer to Nhu, so that I could caress her six-pack as our foreplay and took one of her ping-pong-ball-sized breasts in my mouth to twiddle her nipple with my tongue, like I had done with Nguyet’s half-an-hour earlier.
Nhu caressed my hair, glad that everything was so sweet and lovely, and then sat down on one thigh, like the Little Mermaid to look for my cock. When she had found it, she squeezed the slightly pumping rod, before Hanh and Nguyet also moved closer and reiterated what Nhu wanted and what we were going to do:
“Nhu wants us to show her how people have sex…” Nguyet explained. “And then try it herself… just a bit…”
Now, that was the hottest thing that anyone had ever proposed. Not that it really mattered, but I briefly wondered if that hadn’t been the plan from the get-go or if this wish had developed over the last hour. Did Hanh, when she had told me on Monday to bring a willing pussy, have Nhu’s initiation in mind? Was the snatch massage just an excuse or a pretext? Well, Nhu was 19 and healthy; of course, she wanted to have sex, but couldn’t just go out into the world and find herself a young chap. But with another woman and her dear, more experienced friend here, things were easier, of course. Ha! Now, Nhu would fondle my cock going in and out of my muse’s snatch.
Nguyet lay down on her back to be ready whenever I was but then had to laugh:
“I promised Hiroshi and myself to stay somewhat chaste while he’s gone… but, Ben: this is something we can’t deny Nhu, can we?” she chortled.
But no, Nguyet loved the proposition as much as I did. I also wondered where her promise to just spend an hour here had disappeared to, but perhaps she thought that it wouldn’t be ideal if I demonstrated Nhu how one has intercourse in Hanh’s menstruating little snatch. I still asked Nguyet, as I was super-keen on fucking Hanh as well. That she was the only one still wearing panties was driving me insane.
“I mean, if you want to abstain today, Nguyet…”
She pondered my idea for a moment and then spoke with Hanh, who instantly relieved herself of her panties but then asked Nguyet to replace the Kotex pad later. When I looked at her slightly reddish and purple pubic hair and nether lips, I heard solemn church bells chime and knew that I had to bang her eventually, especially now that Nguyet was tenderly dabbing our young blind friend’s labia with the old, used pad. When Nguyet got up to throw it away and get a fresh one, I went to piss, as my cock needed some time to recover, anyway.
Now, Nguyet even put her skirt and blouse back on, albeit without underwear, to go downstairs to fetch cold tea, which the girls had asked for, before they went to the bathroom as well. Oh man, one day, the two of them would micturate upon me. Both. At once. Twice. At the hot springs. On Hanh’s birthday. Perhaps together with Nguyet. And Ly. And Yen.