Phung's Quest Ch. 05

Phung's Quest - Chapter 5

Phung wants to party hard

I had barely entered her parents' house, Phung had already pulled me toward the bathroom door and the one to her bedroom, where she then nimbly opened my shorts and reached inside my underpants to cheekily get my cock out. Which she was now stroking and weighing in her hand, with an enraptured smile on her face.

Phung was barefoot and wearing her shiny brownish-purplish leisure-suit pants, whose color reminded me of fresh liver and had an elastic waistband, which she had combined with an older light undershirt, through the loose lace of which I could see that her little titties were already swollen; just as her burgundy nipples.

Meanwhile, my pants had dropped to the floor, and now Phung pulled my underwear further down and unbuttoned my shirt - coming from below - so that she would be able to see everything better. Before we would continue, however, I reached for my shorts, which I then flung through her open bedroom door onto the foot end of her bed.

We could hear the rain outside crescendo, which elicited a relieved sigh from Phung:

"No one can hear us, today. And no neighbor will come over, because of the storm..."

Six weeks ago, Phung and I had twirled our loins at a hotel for the first time; partially, because her neighbors had found out why her former English teacher was coming over to her house once a week. Since Phung had wanted to try what it felt like to be taken by force while being in a foul mood, I had come up with a background story for said hotel visit, during which she had tofuck off debt.

We had actually planned to continue at the hotel for a second round of working off debt in the most rousing fashion, but then Phung had strong cramps during her period, so that we hadn't seen each other again before she departed for Saigon to take a few intensive classes in her Master's program.

Of course, we daily wrote back and forth during those four weeks - and even considered ending our little affair - but, as soon as she was back, Phung asked me to see her at her parents' house north of our small, nondescript town for another tryst:

"This Wednesday would be really good. And there's interesting news, too," she added.

I still didn't know why today was better than others, nor what the arresting news was, but I was going to find out during the next half an hour. I noticed, however, that Phung had spent a decent amount of time to make sure her hair looked nice, and she had even put on make-up, including lipstick, although she had welcomed me in underwear, basically.

Well, she was probably horny, after not having sex for six weeks. Or, was the news that she did? I was tempted to pull the straps of her undershirt down her cute little arms but refrained, as I kept marveling at her continuously swelling little boobies, including their puffy areolas, under the older loose lace of her garment.

"Were your cramps bad again, during your last period?" I inquired, ogling her elegant little hand and my cock, which was hanging heavily in the warm midday air.

To ask about her last period may seem odd, but I probably did it to talk about something sensual, in the widest sense, and pave the way for her to divulge what the cool news was. The first time we ever had sex was during her period two-and-a-half months ago, which may have been the third reason.

Still playing with my dangling rod - which Phung probably missed during her stay in the big city - I noticed how cute she looked, with her tongue clamped between her teeth, and the lovely impish smile on her face. By now, she had shaken her head to let me know that her last period hadn't been as painful, but she decidedly looked as if she had a titillating plan for today.

She wasn't saying anything, though, but simply kept stroking my dick, which had become longer, thicker, and heavier but wasn't about to be stiff any time soon.Which was fine with me. We hadn't seen each other for six weeks and were just relishing the moment. If it had been possible, I could have detached my cock from my body and left.Left the house and left my cock here for her to play with.

At some point, I had pulled Phung's undershirt up, so that I could caress her flat belly, but now I decided it was time to pull her simple purplish-brownish pants down. Reaching into the elastic waistband, I let my hands travel around her hips, but then my fingertips felt that her marvelous butt was naked.

Before her pants would be spanning her dazzling athletic thighs, her pitch-black bush snapped out, seeming super chipper about being in the open. Marveling at the relatively large hairy triangle, her ostrich-egg butt cheeks felt surprisingly cool. And also, slightly damp.

Phung was grinning at me, knowing how much I liked her figure and her ample bush.And the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. For a split-second, it looked as if she was about to say something, but then she focused back on treating my cock in the most rousing and tender fashion. Eventually, she pulled my foreskin back to admire my fat throbbing glans:

"It would be great if you could just splash some cum... right now," she murmured, clearly thrilled by the prospect: "On my belly and the hair down there."

"I'll come profusely, later. Probably twice," I chuckled, before we kissed surprisingly passionately.

Apart from the kiss, Phung didn't say anything; instead, she let me ruffle her bush, before I reached deeper between her little legs, where I found a plethora of sticky juices, which seemed to already have fermented a bit:

"Hey, you're soaking wet," I laughed, before I licked the heavenly sourish concoction off my fingertips.

"Yeah, I've diddled myself a bit, just before you got here," Phung smiled endearingly.

Man, she's almost dripping, I thought to myself, while my middle finger was entering her soft demanding flesh inside deeper and deeper. Listening to the tantalizing smacking, Phung finally explained why she had wanted me to come over today:

"My parents are at a wedding in Tam Ky, all day. They won't be back until 9 or so tonight."

"Ahh, that's why..."

"Yeah, Douglas: If you want, we can go to the hotel again next week. And I'll fuck off more debt. But today, we can do anything here... and I mean: anything," she reiterated: "The rain is so loud that... well, you know..."

"Yeah, we can holler and scream during our orgasm... but do you want to do anything specific or special?"

"Well, no... I didn't want to plan what we do... but you always have great ideas, Douglas," she paid me a compliment, as my hands were traversing her stunning young body.

Behind Phung, there were the maroon kitchen cupboards as well as the counter, while to my right was the kitchen table with, oddly, five chairs. Looking at the wooden plate with two mangoes and a bunch of rambutan on it, I wondered if we couldn't come up with a rousing choreography for the next hour-and-a-half:Yeah, what was something we had never done?

Well, it definitely was too late for a role-play, and so, I pulled the straps of her undershirt down her lovely short arms. Phung slipped out of the straps and pulled the shirt down to under her boobs, so that I was able to admire and take them into my eager hands. All the while, Phung kept playing with my cock, which had grown to as long as it ever would.

But still: it wasn't stiff yet, which was fine with me, however. Relishing the moment, I didn't feel we had to do anything special. But then - also, because Phung had said that she wanted me to come on her belly and bush - I just let go and began to piss. The floor tiles wouldn't mind, the window was open, and Phung wanted to see liquid leaving my urethra.

And the rain was our wingman. We both were watching how my piss was filling her bush like a sponge, until her pants - which were still spanning her thighs like a banner - were getting filled up as well. Phung uttered short cascades of joyous sounds, while the noise of the living-room fountain was only subdued, mitigated by the rain, which was still pounding the corrugated-tin roof for the motorcycles outside.

"I don't know why, but... this is lovely," she whispered, half in trance.

I didn't say anything but just continued ruffling her bush and massaging her pussy with one hand, which kept oozing sticky, viscous nectar. The coolest thing would have been to throw myself on the floor and have her piss on me next but, of course, I didn't want to lick my own piss off her marvelous skin.

"Do you need to go, too?" I still inquired, so that we could come up with some beguiling, rousing scenario for that as well, perhaps.

"No, I went just before you got here," Phung giggled, before she took off her pants and undershirt, with which she then wiped the floor, before she pulled me into the bathroom.

Phung grabbed the showerhead to quickly wash the lower half of her body and my hands. When we were done, she sat down on the closed toilet, as that was the perfect height to finally take my cock in her mouth. Eagerly, Phung bobbed her head back and forth, sucking the last bit of urine out of my urethra.

After a minute or two, though, she let my shaft snap out of her mouth and got up, before she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom next door, where she motioned me to lie down on my back. Knowing what we both wanted the most, Phung kneeled over my chest and lowered her ass, so that I was now able to lick her senseless.

Although she had just washed her snatch, her juices were already being replenished. Oh, yes: There was no shortage of nectar today. While Phung was completely immersed in her blowing, I believed I felt perhaps two towels under the bedsheet:Was she going to surprise me and piss spontaneously right onto my face, knowing how much I liked such shenanigans?

Anyway, her ass looked splendid, as stretched as her ostrich-egg cheeks were now. I also noticed that her sphincter was red, as if she had diddled it with a dildo earlier. I had never seen the little puckering dark hole so wide open, more than half-an-inch.Just like that. Did Phung know, as she kept blowing me, that I was able to look inside her rectum?

In either case, she kept swinging her little torso back and forth like a planing machine but then remarked that she was close to ovulating:

"Yeah, tomorrow, or the day after."

When I tapped her little reddish bunny snout with the tip of my middle finger, however, as if to answer, Phung declined charmingly:

"No, Douglas, not... not today. Not yet."

Well, if she's ovulating but didn't want her butt hole stimulated further, there's no need to rearrange ourselves, I thought to myself. And so, I kept licking her little perineum, which wasn't too hairy, prodding her anus a bit here and there in the process. Everything smelled delightfully fresh and earthy, but then - as hot as her ass was - I felt the urge to watch her blowing me.

So, I asked Phung to turn around and kneel between my legs, but before she would continue, the young lady confessed that shealmost peed on me:

"You could have... Don't hold back," I chuckled, but she had already snapped after my throbbing rod again.

Caressing her face while she was bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, I repeated my offer, but Phung only laughed, saying that she didn'tneed to go again yet. Anyway, she now remembered that I had told her once that the groove at the bottom of my glans was the most sensitive part: And so, she pressed her lips onto said section, before her tongue performed some magic inside her mouth.

In turn, I folded my arms behind my back and decided to just keep watching her, enjoying the tickling that was already announcing my impending climax. To amuse myself quietly, I asked myself again, though, what the exciting thing was that had happened to her in Saigon.

Did she meet someone?That was unlikely, as she wouldn't have invited me to come over today.Or would she?Well, she would surely tell me in fifteen minutes, and the prickling in my loins and groins was getting more intense now, so I just gave in to the last dozen of wet strokes on my rod.

"If you don't want to swallow, let me come on your face!" I requested, genuinely keen on seeing the outcome.

"Or my boobs?" giggled Phung, before she took my fat throbbing glans back into her mouth.

When I felt that my elixir was rising through the catacombs of my midsection, I gently stopped her bobbing to let her know that I was about to explode. Phung was holding my ejaculating dick close to her face, first, before she let me grace her firm boobs, which were still - at 31 - barely dangling.

Eventually she even reared, still kneeling, and let me admire the gooey concoction, which was now dripping in little cascades down from her face onto her breasts, from where it then graced her belly, bush, and thighs.Nice!

The way Phung was proudly presenting me her stunning, freshly decorated body, she reminded me of a fertility goddess, as I was hollering profusely toward the ceiling. Phung was wheezing and panting and had screamed briefly, but it hadn't really been a big orgasm, from what it had sounded like.

On the other hand, looking at her, I could tell that she wasn't missing anything. Phung had been able to observe how the lifeblood had asserted itself and now was exceedingly chipper about it. In the end, she even took my glans back into her mouth, so that no drop would be lost, after she had briefly wiped her face with the back of her hand.

Now, she was licking the whole length and girth of my rod a few more times but eventually, we ended up lying side by side. I instantly reached for her boobs and smeared the elixir all over the blisters on her areolas, which often seemed too dry and crisp, anyway. Although this bucolic scene could have continued forever, Phung quickly requested we get up:

"I wanna wash my face," she explained, not even waiting for an answer.

I watched her nimble figure hop across me on the bed, but then I followed her, of course. In the bathroom, I insisted on washing her young chest, during which we kissed again. And, after our mouths had detached, Phung promised to tell me what had happened in Saigon:

"I'll peel a mango?"

Before we would sit down in the kitchen, naked, Phung fetched us two towels to sit on, but I suggested she plop her butt down on my thigh, perpendicular to me. Phung tossed the second towel on the chair around the corner but, as soon as she had sat down, I reached for her pubic mound again.

Of course, my hand quickly ended up between her legs, which Phung encouraged by spreading the latter as wide as she could. Massaging her still unfucked snatch, I now watched her peeling the mango, which she did - like all Vietnamese women above 30 -nimbly and dexterously. In fact, her licking her wrist from time to time was almost erotic:

"It's funny to be sitting here naked, in our kitchen," she giggled: "With your hand between my legs, playing with my clitoris..."

"And the other hand playing with your butthole," I added; in case, she hadn't noticed: "You could also pee at any moment, you know..." I reiterated.

"Yeah, I know that you like that, but..." Phung nodded.

But what?! Would that be too much; here, in her parents' kitchen, where they ate together every day?Anyway, I combed her pubic hair to the sides, to that I could caress her pussy better and then her well-greased sheath snapped after my middle finger like a hungry carp.

Anyway, at some point, she got up to place the plate with the peelings into the sink, out of reach for the ubiquitous ants. Once being over there, Phung decided to eat the flesh around the large pit, for which she turned, however, so that I was able to admire her supple athletic body with the large pitch-black triangle in the middle once more.

Yes, her pussy was slightly smeared, and the hair around it was shimmering silverish. I also envisioned some cum running down her tight thighs.Well, next time, again. As October was rainy season, it was no surprise that the storm had continued. The thought that my Honda was covered by my raincoat comforted me; that way, people couldn't make out from the street that it didn't quite belong here.

When Phung was done eating, she returned to my legs but, this time, she sat down on my left thigh, so that her right knee was poking mine. She immediately took my hand and placed it back where it belonged - between her legs - but, after a few rounds on and in her vaginal vestibule, I felt a strong urge to massage her chest a gain.

Which was right in my field of vision. While Phung kept feeding me slices of mango, as my hands were busy on her young firm bosom as well as her puckering butthole, she began to knead my cock again, as if she couldn't wait to have it inserted into one of her captivating orifices once more.

"C'mon, tell me about Saigon!" I requested impatiently.

I already knew by now that it would be some sort of delicate, piquant story, but was she too sheepish, after all?No, the way Phung started firing away, she was only too eager to get it off her firm young chest:

"Oh, Douglas, listen to this: My friend is married, but her husband is in the army, and they were sent up north about three or four months back. I don't know when... so, she is living by herself. Their child is here, at her mom's house."

"So?!"

"Well, we slept in one bed, of course, but then... I don't even know how it started," giggled Phung, before she took two more pieces of fruit, one of which she fed me one, while I was still absentmindedly playing with her tits.

But now, Phung pressed my right hand back between her legs, before she continued:

"Well, anyway: once I was taking a shower, and Binh came in the bathroom to pee. But do you know what?! It turned me on. And I also thought of you," Phung cracked up: "And then, we lay down on the bed, naked... and caressed each other, for the first time."

"And from that point on, you also slept naked together, at night?"

"Yes... and Binh showed me her little anal plug. It's green and looks like a tiny Christmas tree," she chuckled: "She even bought one for me, but I forgot it in Saigon..."

"Oh. Now, would that be something for you?" I was a bit skeptical.

"I don't know. It hurt... but, Douglas: I saw another woman's pussy, for the very first time," Phung divulged the most exciting part, perhaps.

"Oh... now, did she... did Binh invite you to look between her legs?" I was genuinely curious how two young women would go about that.

"Well, another day, we were lying on the bed together again, after lunch. We're caressing each other between our legs, and then... I think Binh just asked me... whether I had seen a pussy, ever. Apart from my own... which I can't really see," Phung chuckled again, blushing this time.

"And then, she looked between your legs? Or did you have a go, first?"

"Well, you've licked me and seen everything. I told Binh that she could just go ahead if she wanted to. But then, the doorbell rang. Someone fromLazadaorShoppee."

Those were large Southeast Asian online-stores.

"So, while Binh was dealing with the delivery guy, you were sitting there ready, with your legs spread?" I chuckled, this time.

"No, she opened the package to see if everything was right. But Binh knew now that she could... I mean. We did it the next day. She even gave me an orgasm that night, with her fingers."

"And you, her, too?" I inquired clumsily.

"Sure. And then, nothing could stop us. She also has this special dildo... which has like little balls that get bigger and bigger. Or smaller and smaller. But she wanted that thing in her butt. With a lot of lubrication... gel, you know..."