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28 Ocak 2022, 21:59
Chapter 90 -- Truly alone with Hanh
After Nguyet had jerked me off under her dress last week, my blind massage friend Hanh asked me to come over to her aunt's parlor on Thursday, since both, her mother and aunt, had been invited to an engagement party, so we would have the whole house to ourselves. Interestingly, she had added that we ?could maybe do something different, not a massage'. Like almost everyone else, she was probably tired of her job from time to time and needed a break. Fair enough. And with ?something else' she had meant sex, hadn't she?
When I asked Hanh if Mira and Carol had shown up at her massage parlor, Hanh declined. On my part, I hadn't had a good opportunity to remind my two young Filipina colleagues to redeem the vouchers that I had given Mira for her 25th birthday in April, either, and Nguyet had played down the issue as well, since she ?didn't want to be touched my a strange woman', which, of course, was just an excuse within the parameters of our coy, demure role-play.
To increase the tension in said masquerade with Nguyet, I told her I was really happy with what she had done the previous week and turned down the offer to see her in her office over lunch. If Hanh was enjoying the whole house to herself, I was definitely not going to pass up that opportunity, especially since I had detected some yearning in Hanh's lines. Nguyet notched up her game as a result and promised that I could see her naked or even touch her during our next encounter, but then partially rescinded the offer again, saying that I'd have to choose between the two. Our banter was definitely hot, but for now I just told her that she could have both at the massage parlor, for which she still had her voucher.
One thing crossed my mind on my way to Hanh, though: what if Nguyet showed up at Hanh's aunt's salon right when I was there? But when I arrived, I saw that they had put a sign outside that the place was closed that day. I pulled the door open, went in, and closed it right behind me with the typical screeching sound that virtually all metal sliding doors in Vietnam make. It was relatively dark and cool inside the house. Hanh had certainly heard the door screech and was slowly coming down the stairs, quietly calling my name. I confirmed that it was me and took her hands. At first, I only kissed her forehead, but then we smooched for a minute, before she pulled me into the kitchen.
We were both panting already, even though I had just been there for five minutes. Hanh grabbed my hand and pointed towards the stove, telling me that we could heat up the soup, which her mother had prepared, any time we wanted. I wasn't sure what to do: I had had a late breakfast, so I wasn't really hungry. We could go upstairs first for a little bit, I thought, but when I asked her if she wanted to eat right then, she nodded, after thinking about the issue for a few seconds. So she turned on the cooker, and we sat down at the table.
Hanh was wearing a relatively thin, checkered lumber-jack flannel shirt, which ended half-way down her thighs. I didn't know if she was wearing anything underneath; probably panties, but no bra, was my guess, since she was at home all by herself. She got up once more and fetched us a jar with cold tea from the fridge and then asked me to fill two glasses. She had her hair pinned up on the back of her head, but the longer bangs coming down from the temples framed her lovely face beautifully again. She looked dashing, cute, and sexy, the way she was lolling in her chair. Her smooth thighs were divine.
"Yesterday, the two young women from your school were here," she began.
That must have been Mira and Carol. Like I said, I had given them two vouchers for a massage with Hanh. What they hadn't known, though, was that Hanh would offer to massage their pussies. Mira and Carol had been having an affair pretty much since they had begun sharing their room and bed at our school.
"Oh, did you massage their butterflies?" I asked.
'Butterfly' was the poetic term for 'pussy' in Vietnamese.
"One of them, but not the other," Hanh told me.
Nice. Now the question was in which gorgeous young snatch Hanh had reached, of course. Mira was more adventurous, but I couldn't be sure. Should I ask Hanh to describe the pussy she had massaged? My Vietnamese probably wasn't good enough, though, to appreciate such detailed descriptions. I could have asked Hanh about Mira's large clit, which I was sure she would have noticed, but I didn't want Hanh to know that I was familiar with that part of Mira's anatomy. I'd find out somehow, perhaps by asking Mira herself.
"Did she like it?" I kept asking, since I didn't want to drop the subject.
"I think so," Hanh said.
At least, that's what I made of what she had replied. We were speaking in Vietnamese, but a lot of times I wasn't sure what exactly people said. But it wasn't terribly important, and we didn't have her translating samsun escort (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) device down here in the kitchen.
"They both laughed a lot, and the sister on the table moaned quite a bit," Hanh was telling me now.
Great. Chi?'Sister', in Vietnamese?was the generic way of talking about or to a woman of one's generation. Mrs. Yen was 'sister' for me.
"Did they ask for the curtain to be pulled?"
The customers could choose if they wanted to see Hanh or not during the pussy massage.
"No, it was open," Hanh remembered.
"Did they say anything to you in English?" I wanted to know.
"No, they spoke in a different language," Hanh told me.
That was probably Tagalog, although I wasn't completely sure what Mira and Carol's first language actually was. I believed there were several in the Philippines.
"Did she lie down naked on the massage table right away?" I asked, since I wanted to imagine the pivotal event.
A few weeks earlier, we had prepared a code of conduct, which Hanh gave all clients to read before the massage. It included information how customers who couldn't speak Vietnamese could communicate with their blind masseuse. Keeping their panties on would tell Hanh that they weren't interested in having their snatch touched.
"No, she had put her panties back on after the shower," giggled Hanh. "But then she changed her mind," she added after a brief pause.
The soup was boiling now, and so I got up and switched off the stove. I sat down again, however, to finish the story. Hanh had put down her foot next to the other in the meantime, after she had sat with her legs crossed before. Then, she let her knees fall to the sides, but her shirt was still resting on her thighs, almost up in her lap, like a banner, so that I could see her older white panties. They weren't anything special, but since they had been washed so many times, they had become somewhat thin. I could sense her dense little bush underneath the fabric, and also saw an older yellowish spot on the front. Hanh probably wasn't aware that she was exposing herself like that, but since we had had sex a few times already, I didn't feel like pointing it out to her. She looked hot and endearing, and my dick started to pump itself up.
I liked that inadvertently rousing scene. Hanh was 'looking' in my direction, but once in a while her eyes rolled upwards. As she couldn't see where I was looking, I enjoyed the cute sight of her midsection some more. I simply couldn't turn away from her smooth, cuddly thighs and what was in between. Unfortunately, no pubic hair was sticking out but, at least, her lips were bulging towards me, like small bananas. Perhaps Hanh had masturbated a little upstairs, as swollen as her labia were?
If we had never had sex, I probably would have told her to cover herself, but since we were well-acquainted with our bodies, I decided that it was okay to look between her legs with impunity. We had touched each other everywhere, and we had already fucked three times: once at Mrs. Yen's house, who graciously had left her abode to give us room, and then twice upstairs here at her house. The last time was from behind, while Hanh actually had had her hand inside our older friend Yen's gorgeous sheath.
I moved my chair closer and put my hand on her thigh. Hanh smiled and asked if we shouldn't eat first, now that the soup was hot. I replied that she was hotter, but she didn't seem to get that joke, and so I just caressed her beautiful young flesh tenderly, still looking at her precious little undies with the older yellow spot and the bulging labia. The innocence of her whole appearance made everything ten times as titillating. My desire made me almost nauseous. If she had moved, her shirt would have fallen into her lap, I was sure, but she was sitting still. The view was just too tantalizing to burke it. When I asked her if she was hungry, she nodded, though.
Well, okay then. It would have been somewhat contrived to run upstairs and fuck first and then come down again to eat. And then go upstairs again, perhaps. I didn't see a good place down here to engage in some tender loveplay. So, I just got up, fetched spoons and bowls and eventually put the pot with the soup on a newspaper here on the table. Hanh had moved since, but luckily the hem of her flannel shirt was still parked across her glorious thighs, close to her hips, which allowed me to ogle her lap some more, while we were eating.
Nice! Even after we had started to eat, the fabric didn't move much, and so I kept glancing between her legs from time to time. My cock was getting nicely stiff, and the soup was excellent, too. I asked her if she cooked sometimes.
"Yeah, I usually help a bit. But my mom or my aunt always do the more difficult parts," she told me.
I briefly imagined my blind friend chopping vegetables, which seemed perilous to me, but, then, she was pretty dexterous with her hands.
"The escort samsun (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) other young woman masturbated sitting on the massage chair, while I was massaging her friend's butterfly," Hanh suddenly picked up our conversation again.
I laughed: "Oh. Did she?! Did you hear that?"
She nodded and giggled: "Yeah ..."
Now, she added that the girl had even moved the chair closer at some point, presumably so that she could see the other gal's snatch better. Since Hanh hadn't mentioned an abnormally large clit yet, it had probably been Carol who had her pussy treated.
"Did she come?" I asked since I found this whole story amusing and arousing at the same time.
"I think they both did," Hanh giggled again. "They both moaned quite a bit ... they also laughed a lot. My aunt had to clean the table after they had left ..."
That shit was hot.
"But the other girl didn't want her butterfly massaged?"
"No, I think they had enough," Hanh laughed. "I only heard how she washed her hands afterwards ..." Hanh added rather prosaically.
I immediately imagined Mira and Carol hopping into a cab outside, rushing back to the school, running up to their room on the third floor, and licking each other again. Oh, how much I would want to be there! Mira would have to tell me her version of that story very soon, but looking at Hanh's small crotch here, directly in front of me, was actually hotter. I forgot my young colleagues from the Philippines, after I had asked myself once more who had had her snatch fondled. Nah, it must have been Carol, since Hanh would have said something about Mira's long clit, which was almost like a small penis.
While we had been talking, I had caressed Hanh's thighs some more, and now I detected a dark wet spot on her panties, which overlapped a bit with the older yellowish juices that had left their mark on Hanh's panties at some point in the past. Hanh had apparently realized that some nectar had rolled out of her and took her panties off. Her inner labia had separated a bit already, and I saw some pearls of juice in her fluffy dark bush, which framed her tiny young pussy nicely. I didn't know if she had a plan but took off my pants and underpants as well, knowing that that couldn't be wrong.
Of course, Hanh couldn't see my dick, but she must have heard the rustling of my clothes, so she certainly knew that my rod was pointing at her. I moved yet closer and handed her my cock like a toy. She stroked it a bit, and I leaned forward to kiss her.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked.
She nodded but then began to unbutton her shirt first. She wasn't wearing a bra but then she asked me to carry her. Before we had had sex for the first time, I had carried her from the massage table to the bedroom in Yen's house, which seemed to have left a lasting impression on her. And the stairs were fairly wide here; so, I just put one arm around her shoulders before I bent down and reached with the other arm under her knees. She smiled when she suddenly was up in the air, and I felt my glans touching her naked little butt. Her boobs were still covered by her shirt, and I couldn't wait to suck her little nipples. She giggled, perhaps because she felt my dick between her legs, close to her delicious ass crack.
Hanh probably weighed 95 pounds, and so carrying her wasn't a big deal. Of course, I got out of breath a bit, but her endearing smile and figure made up for that. She told me that she hadn't taken a shower yet, but I was too horny and just told her we could postpone it. I liked young women's body odor and was keen to bury my nose and mouth between her soft yet firm little thighs. So I went straight through the massage room and put her down on the bed in her chambers. My dick had shriveled back somewhat; if she had been sitting, I would have put it in her mouth. But spread as she was on the bed, some cunnilingus seemed the more obvious option. Hanh took off her shirt, too, but curiously she put it under her butt, like she wanted to protect her bedsheets.
When I saw her spread out on the bed, naked, I already lost it, but when she pulled her pussy lips apart with her index fingers, I went positively insane. I ripped the blanket off the bed to kneel on it, pecked the insides of her thighs in a hurry, and began to eat her out. Her treasure exuded a slightly sour and metallic warmth, and it didn't take long for her to start writhing. I sucked her clit and licked along her beveled labia, sucking away all the precious molecules that I could get a hold of. I was glad she hadn't taken a shower yet, and if I continued like that she wouldn't need to, as I would incorporate all of her delicious smell into the labyrinth of my lungs. Looking up across her heaving belly, between her boobs, at her face, I realized that she was gone already, in trance, in a different world. She had lost control over her small, nimble body but couldn't get enough of my tender caresses.
For samsun escort bayan (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) some reason, the little yellowish stain on her panties crossed my mind's eye once more, and I realized that our underwear was still downstairs in the kitchen. I marveled how soft and fluffy her bush was and thought of Tuyet's and Tina's, who I hadn't seen forever. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the opening of her urethra and sucked her clit like I wanted to remove it from her body. Millions of aromatic particles went through my nostrils and across my tongue when I licked the groove between her inner and outer labia. In a last step before I would mount her, I licked the tip of my middle finger and played with her anus-rabbit-snout a bit, watching how her supple body was producing and pushing out copious amounts of crystal clear nectar.
Hanh had never presented herself so freely and generously; perhaps it was the absence of her family that helped her let loose. Without any inhibitions, she now demanded that I mount her, and so I pushed her towards the middle of her small bed, before I buried her under my twice-as-large, heavy body. She adjusted my dick in her sheath, before I placed my legs outside hers and pushed the whole arrangement together. Our desire smelted us together when I started thrusting, and her cute little shrieks turned into a more guttural deeper moaning.
Hanh had written one sentence in Vietnamese a few days ago that I still couldn't figure out. As the content was certainly something sensual or even lewd, I didn't want to ask anyone for a translation, though. Perhaps she wanted to try something new? But what we were doing was so enjoyable that she didn't seem to miss anything. And it fell well within the canon of sensual experiences that everyone wants to experience. Oh, well, now was not the time to worry, and so I just kept banging her artfully, trying to stimulate her little G-spot with my glans. Perhaps she would tell or show me later. There were a few things that we hadn't done yet: she had had my dick in her mouth, but she had never properly blown me, for instance. Well, she could do that once she had her period again in a few days or once she'd be ovulating.
Hanh was so tight that my cock was positively squeezed by her sheath, but since Nguyet had only jerked me off under her dress the previous week, I was exceedingly glad that we were fucking properly today. No one else was here who could dampen our enthusiasm, and her body milking my cock felt divine. For some reason, though, I sensed that our wild fuck was just the beginning of a sensual trip that neither of us would ever forget. I grew keener and keener to find out what else might be in stock this afternoon and realized that I needed to pee?something which Hanh and I hadn't done together much, either. The pressure in my bladder was curiously increasing my lust, however, and Hanh maybe was feeling the same: her screams under my hairy chest had turned into an inferno. During my orgasm two minutes later, I roared towards the ceiling, though, so as to not startle her too much. And then I blew more than half a dozen thick and heavy splashes of cum in her little canal.
Jesus, was I exhausted! I had had propped my upper body onto my stretched arms, but now I collapsed on Hanh and listened to her last throes of passion, which consisted of cascades of little As-Ahas-Oohs. Of course, I couldn't be certain, but I suspected that Hanh had never come so furiously and massively. She was shivering and shaking, like she was cold, but sweating and panting at the same time. Curiously, she was still holding my shriveling dick hostage in her tight sheath, but even when I rolled a bit to the side to relieve her of my body weight my diminished little rod was pinned inside her tiny vice, like she wanted to prolong the amalgamation.
When she came crawling out from under me, I attacked her breasts for a second time, like we hadn't fucked yet. I was still lusting after her young, supple body, and she couldn't get enough either, the way she was pushing her little titties in my mouth, squeaking lustfully all the way. Her pussy was dripping cum and her own nectar onto my belly, when she finally was arranging herself to sit down on my chest. I turned onto my back, so she could sit more comfortably and looked deep between her legs, where her third, pulsating eye was looking at me straight. Fascinated, since she had never presented herself like that, I couldn't turn my gaze, until a large swath of lukewarm yellowish liquid hit my face right smack in the middle.
Well, at first, it had been large yellow drops, but I was too knackered to react. And too greedy to experience this novel sensation. Like she had forgotten her upbringing and everything around her, Hanh was pissing straight in my direction: my chest, neck, and head. But the frothy libation wasn't gross or anything: it was fresh, natural, and the completely logical extension of what we had been doing for the last hour. Our lustful, sensual play had been oozing with juices anyway. Perhaps her cryptic sentence had tried to announce this particular expression of desire and relief? I wasn't going to ask her but, one day, I might find out. For now, I just wondered how she was going to clean her mattress.
After Nguyet had jerked me off under her dress last week, my blind massage friend Hanh asked me to come over to her aunt's parlor on Thursday, since both, her mother and aunt, had been invited to an engagement party, so we would have the whole house to ourselves. Interestingly, she had added that we ?could maybe do something different, not a massage'. Like almost everyone else, she was probably tired of her job from time to time and needed a break. Fair enough. And with ?something else' she had meant sex, hadn't she?
When I asked Hanh if Mira and Carol had shown up at her massage parlor, Hanh declined. On my part, I hadn't had a good opportunity to remind my two young Filipina colleagues to redeem the vouchers that I had given Mira for her 25th birthday in April, either, and Nguyet had played down the issue as well, since she ?didn't want to be touched my a strange woman', which, of course, was just an excuse within the parameters of our coy, demure role-play.
To increase the tension in said masquerade with Nguyet, I told her I was really happy with what she had done the previous week and turned down the offer to see her in her office over lunch. If Hanh was enjoying the whole house to herself, I was definitely not going to pass up that opportunity, especially since I had detected some yearning in Hanh's lines. Nguyet notched up her game as a result and promised that I could see her naked or even touch her during our next encounter, but then partially rescinded the offer again, saying that I'd have to choose between the two. Our banter was definitely hot, but for now I just told her that she could have both at the massage parlor, for which she still had her voucher.
One thing crossed my mind on my way to Hanh, though: what if Nguyet showed up at Hanh's aunt's salon right when I was there? But when I arrived, I saw that they had put a sign outside that the place was closed that day. I pulled the door open, went in, and closed it right behind me with the typical screeching sound that virtually all metal sliding doors in Vietnam make. It was relatively dark and cool inside the house. Hanh had certainly heard the door screech and was slowly coming down the stairs, quietly calling my name. I confirmed that it was me and took her hands. At first, I only kissed her forehead, but then we smooched for a minute, before she pulled me into the kitchen.
We were both panting already, even though I had just been there for five minutes. Hanh grabbed my hand and pointed towards the stove, telling me that we could heat up the soup, which her mother had prepared, any time we wanted. I wasn't sure what to do: I had had a late breakfast, so I wasn't really hungry. We could go upstairs first for a little bit, I thought, but when I asked her if she wanted to eat right then, she nodded, after thinking about the issue for a few seconds. So she turned on the cooker, and we sat down at the table.
Hanh was wearing a relatively thin, checkered lumber-jack flannel shirt, which ended half-way down her thighs. I didn't know if she was wearing anything underneath; probably panties, but no bra, was my guess, since she was at home all by herself. She got up once more and fetched us a jar with cold tea from the fridge and then asked me to fill two glasses. She had her hair pinned up on the back of her head, but the longer bangs coming down from the temples framed her lovely face beautifully again. She looked dashing, cute, and sexy, the way she was lolling in her chair. Her smooth thighs were divine.
"Yesterday, the two young women from your school were here," she began.
That must have been Mira and Carol. Like I said, I had given them two vouchers for a massage with Hanh. What they hadn't known, though, was that Hanh would offer to massage their pussies. Mira and Carol had been having an affair pretty much since they had begun sharing their room and bed at our school.
"Oh, did you massage their butterflies?" I asked.
'Butterfly' was the poetic term for 'pussy' in Vietnamese.
"One of them, but not the other," Hanh told me.
Nice. Now the question was in which gorgeous young snatch Hanh had reached, of course. Mira was more adventurous, but I couldn't be sure. Should I ask Hanh to describe the pussy she had massaged? My Vietnamese probably wasn't good enough, though, to appreciate such detailed descriptions. I could have asked Hanh about Mira's large clit, which I was sure she would have noticed, but I didn't want Hanh to know that I was familiar with that part of Mira's anatomy. I'd find out somehow, perhaps by asking Mira herself.
"Did she like it?" I kept asking, since I didn't want to drop the subject.
"I think so," Hanh said.
At least, that's what I made of what she had replied. We were speaking in Vietnamese, but a lot of times I wasn't sure what exactly people said. But it wasn't terribly important, and we didn't have her translating samsun escort (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) device down here in the kitchen.
"They both laughed a lot, and the sister on the table moaned quite a bit," Hanh was telling me now.
Great. Chi?'Sister', in Vietnamese?was the generic way of talking about or to a woman of one's generation. Mrs. Yen was 'sister' for me.
"Did they ask for the curtain to be pulled?"
The customers could choose if they wanted to see Hanh or not during the pussy massage.
"No, it was open," Hanh remembered.
"Did they say anything to you in English?" I wanted to know.
"No, they spoke in a different language," Hanh told me.
That was probably Tagalog, although I wasn't completely sure what Mira and Carol's first language actually was. I believed there were several in the Philippines.
"Did she lie down naked on the massage table right away?" I asked, since I wanted to imagine the pivotal event.
A few weeks earlier, we had prepared a code of conduct, which Hanh gave all clients to read before the massage. It included information how customers who couldn't speak Vietnamese could communicate with their blind masseuse. Keeping their panties on would tell Hanh that they weren't interested in having their snatch touched.
"No, she had put her panties back on after the shower," giggled Hanh. "But then she changed her mind," she added after a brief pause.
The soup was boiling now, and so I got up and switched off the stove. I sat down again, however, to finish the story. Hanh had put down her foot next to the other in the meantime, after she had sat with her legs crossed before. Then, she let her knees fall to the sides, but her shirt was still resting on her thighs, almost up in her lap, like a banner, so that I could see her older white panties. They weren't anything special, but since they had been washed so many times, they had become somewhat thin. I could sense her dense little bush underneath the fabric, and also saw an older yellowish spot on the front. Hanh probably wasn't aware that she was exposing herself like that, but since we had had sex a few times already, I didn't feel like pointing it out to her. She looked hot and endearing, and my dick started to pump itself up.
I liked that inadvertently rousing scene. Hanh was 'looking' in my direction, but once in a while her eyes rolled upwards. As she couldn't see where I was looking, I enjoyed the cute sight of her midsection some more. I simply couldn't turn away from her smooth, cuddly thighs and what was in between. Unfortunately, no pubic hair was sticking out but, at least, her lips were bulging towards me, like small bananas. Perhaps Hanh had masturbated a little upstairs, as swollen as her labia were?
If we had never had sex, I probably would have told her to cover herself, but since we were well-acquainted with our bodies, I decided that it was okay to look between her legs with impunity. We had touched each other everywhere, and we had already fucked three times: once at Mrs. Yen's house, who graciously had left her abode to give us room, and then twice upstairs here at her house. The last time was from behind, while Hanh actually had had her hand inside our older friend Yen's gorgeous sheath.
I moved my chair closer and put my hand on her thigh. Hanh smiled and asked if we shouldn't eat first, now that the soup was hot. I replied that she was hotter, but she didn't seem to get that joke, and so I just caressed her beautiful young flesh tenderly, still looking at her precious little undies with the older yellow spot and the bulging labia. The innocence of her whole appearance made everything ten times as titillating. My desire made me almost nauseous. If she had moved, her shirt would have fallen into her lap, I was sure, but she was sitting still. The view was just too tantalizing to burke it. When I asked her if she was hungry, she nodded, though.
Well, okay then. It would have been somewhat contrived to run upstairs and fuck first and then come down again to eat. And then go upstairs again, perhaps. I didn't see a good place down here to engage in some tender loveplay. So, I just got up, fetched spoons and bowls and eventually put the pot with the soup on a newspaper here on the table. Hanh had moved since, but luckily the hem of her flannel shirt was still parked across her glorious thighs, close to her hips, which allowed me to ogle her lap some more, while we were eating.
Nice! Even after we had started to eat, the fabric didn't move much, and so I kept glancing between her legs from time to time. My cock was getting nicely stiff, and the soup was excellent, too. I asked her if she cooked sometimes.
"Yeah, I usually help a bit. But my mom or my aunt always do the more difficult parts," she told me.
I briefly imagined my blind friend chopping vegetables, which seemed perilous to me, but, then, she was pretty dexterous with her hands.
"The escort samsun (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) other young woman masturbated sitting on the massage chair, while I was massaging her friend's butterfly," Hanh suddenly picked up our conversation again.
I laughed: "Oh. Did she?! Did you hear that?"
She nodded and giggled: "Yeah ..."
Now, she added that the girl had even moved the chair closer at some point, presumably so that she could see the other gal's snatch better. Since Hanh hadn't mentioned an abnormally large clit yet, it had probably been Carol who had her pussy treated.
"Did she come?" I asked since I found this whole story amusing and arousing at the same time.
"I think they both did," Hanh giggled again. "They both moaned quite a bit ... they also laughed a lot. My aunt had to clean the table after they had left ..."
That shit was hot.
"But the other girl didn't want her butterfly massaged?"
"No, I think they had enough," Hanh laughed. "I only heard how she washed her hands afterwards ..." Hanh added rather prosaically.
I immediately imagined Mira and Carol hopping into a cab outside, rushing back to the school, running up to their room on the third floor, and licking each other again. Oh, how much I would want to be there! Mira would have to tell me her version of that story very soon, but looking at Hanh's small crotch here, directly in front of me, was actually hotter. I forgot my young colleagues from the Philippines, after I had asked myself once more who had had her snatch fondled. Nah, it must have been Carol, since Hanh would have said something about Mira's long clit, which was almost like a small penis.
While we had been talking, I had caressed Hanh's thighs some more, and now I detected a dark wet spot on her panties, which overlapped a bit with the older yellowish juices that had left their mark on Hanh's panties at some point in the past. Hanh had apparently realized that some nectar had rolled out of her and took her panties off. Her inner labia had separated a bit already, and I saw some pearls of juice in her fluffy dark bush, which framed her tiny young pussy nicely. I didn't know if she had a plan but took off my pants and underpants as well, knowing that that couldn't be wrong.
Of course, Hanh couldn't see my dick, but she must have heard the rustling of my clothes, so she certainly knew that my rod was pointing at her. I moved yet closer and handed her my cock like a toy. She stroked it a bit, and I leaned forward to kiss her.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked.
She nodded but then began to unbutton her shirt first. She wasn't wearing a bra but then she asked me to carry her. Before we had had sex for the first time, I had carried her from the massage table to the bedroom in Yen's house, which seemed to have left a lasting impression on her. And the stairs were fairly wide here; so, I just put one arm around her shoulders before I bent down and reached with the other arm under her knees. She smiled when she suddenly was up in the air, and I felt my glans touching her naked little butt. Her boobs were still covered by her shirt, and I couldn't wait to suck her little nipples. She giggled, perhaps because she felt my dick between her legs, close to her delicious ass crack.
Hanh probably weighed 95 pounds, and so carrying her wasn't a big deal. Of course, I got out of breath a bit, but her endearing smile and figure made up for that. She told me that she hadn't taken a shower yet, but I was too horny and just told her we could postpone it. I liked young women's body odor and was keen to bury my nose and mouth between her soft yet firm little thighs. So I went straight through the massage room and put her down on the bed in her chambers. My dick had shriveled back somewhat; if she had been sitting, I would have put it in her mouth. But spread as she was on the bed, some cunnilingus seemed the more obvious option. Hanh took off her shirt, too, but curiously she put it under her butt, like she wanted to protect her bedsheets.
When I saw her spread out on the bed, naked, I already lost it, but when she pulled her pussy lips apart with her index fingers, I went positively insane. I ripped the blanket off the bed to kneel on it, pecked the insides of her thighs in a hurry, and began to eat her out. Her treasure exuded a slightly sour and metallic warmth, and it didn't take long for her to start writhing. I sucked her clit and licked along her beveled labia, sucking away all the precious molecules that I could get a hold of. I was glad she hadn't taken a shower yet, and if I continued like that she wouldn't need to, as I would incorporate all of her delicious smell into the labyrinth of my lungs. Looking up across her heaving belly, between her boobs, at her face, I realized that she was gone already, in trance, in a different world. She had lost control over her small, nimble body but couldn't get enough of my tender caresses.
For samsun escort bayan (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/samsun-escort/) some reason, the little yellowish stain on her panties crossed my mind's eye once more, and I realized that our underwear was still downstairs in the kitchen. I marveled how soft and fluffy her bush was and thought of Tuyet's and Tina's, who I hadn't seen forever. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the opening of her urethra and sucked her clit like I wanted to remove it from her body. Millions of aromatic particles went through my nostrils and across my tongue when I licked the groove between her inner and outer labia. In a last step before I would mount her, I licked the tip of my middle finger and played with her anus-rabbit-snout a bit, watching how her supple body was producing and pushing out copious amounts of crystal clear nectar.
Hanh had never presented herself so freely and generously; perhaps it was the absence of her family that helped her let loose. Without any inhibitions, she now demanded that I mount her, and so I pushed her towards the middle of her small bed, before I buried her under my twice-as-large, heavy body. She adjusted my dick in her sheath, before I placed my legs outside hers and pushed the whole arrangement together. Our desire smelted us together when I started thrusting, and her cute little shrieks turned into a more guttural deeper moaning.
Hanh had written one sentence in Vietnamese a few days ago that I still couldn't figure out. As the content was certainly something sensual or even lewd, I didn't want to ask anyone for a translation, though. Perhaps she wanted to try something new? But what we were doing was so enjoyable that she didn't seem to miss anything. And it fell well within the canon of sensual experiences that everyone wants to experience. Oh, well, now was not the time to worry, and so I just kept banging her artfully, trying to stimulate her little G-spot with my glans. Perhaps she would tell or show me later. There were a few things that we hadn't done yet: she had had my dick in her mouth, but she had never properly blown me, for instance. Well, she could do that once she had her period again in a few days or once she'd be ovulating.
Hanh was so tight that my cock was positively squeezed by her sheath, but since Nguyet had only jerked me off under her dress the previous week, I was exceedingly glad that we were fucking properly today. No one else was here who could dampen our enthusiasm, and her body milking my cock felt divine. For some reason, though, I sensed that our wild fuck was just the beginning of a sensual trip that neither of us would ever forget. I grew keener and keener to find out what else might be in stock this afternoon and realized that I needed to pee?something which Hanh and I hadn't done together much, either. The pressure in my bladder was curiously increasing my lust, however, and Hanh maybe was feeling the same: her screams under my hairy chest had turned into an inferno. During my orgasm two minutes later, I roared towards the ceiling, though, so as to not startle her too much. And then I blew more than half a dozen thick and heavy splashes of cum in her little canal.
Jesus, was I exhausted! I had had propped my upper body onto my stretched arms, but now I collapsed on Hanh and listened to her last throes of passion, which consisted of cascades of little As-Ahas-Oohs. Of course, I couldn't be certain, but I suspected that Hanh had never come so furiously and massively. She was shivering and shaking, like she was cold, but sweating and panting at the same time. Curiously, she was still holding my shriveling dick hostage in her tight sheath, but even when I rolled a bit to the side to relieve her of my body weight my diminished little rod was pinned inside her tiny vice, like she wanted to prolong the amalgamation.
When she came crawling out from under me, I attacked her breasts for a second time, like we hadn't fucked yet. I was still lusting after her young, supple body, and she couldn't get enough either, the way she was pushing her little titties in my mouth, squeaking lustfully all the way. Her pussy was dripping cum and her own nectar onto my belly, when she finally was arranging herself to sit down on my chest. I turned onto my back, so she could sit more comfortably and looked deep between her legs, where her third, pulsating eye was looking at me straight. Fascinated, since she had never presented herself like that, I couldn't turn my gaze, until a large swath of lukewarm yellowish liquid hit my face right smack in the middle.
Well, at first, it had been large yellow drops, but I was too knackered to react. And too greedy to experience this novel sensation. Like she had forgotten her upbringing and everything around her, Hanh was pissing straight in my direction: my chest, neck, and head. But the frothy libation wasn't gross or anything: it was fresh, natural, and the completely logical extension of what we had been doing for the last hour. Our lustful, sensual play had been oozing with juices anyway. Perhaps her cryptic sentence had tried to announce this particular expression of desire and relief? I wasn't going to ask her but, one day, I might find out. For now, I just wondered how she was going to clean her mattress.