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Chapter 155 – Rectifying the Purple Goddess’ Rectum

Last week, Mira had joined me at the charming older guesthouse for the first time, where my long-term affair Nguyet was setting up a mock-brothel to reunite our orgy circle. As we had just been the three of us, Mira’s impressively long clit had quickly turned into the main attraction: We had twiddled, toyed with and sucked it, before eventually Nguyet had even maneuvered the little lust stud inside her greedy sheath. To cap everything off, Nguyet and I had demonstrated Mira backdoor sex – something she felt she was almost ready to indulge in herself – but when Mira, at the end, had been looking at my half-limp cock still inside Nguyet’s nimble little ass, she had conceived a wonderfully depraved idea again: Couldn’t I micturate a bit inside Nguyet’s rectum to crown everything?!

Nguyet had taken it with humor, but now she expected Mira to reciprocate, for which she had invited us to return to the dainty older B but then Mira told me that she would take a break and rather see her blind girlfriend Hanh, for whom it was impossible to seek entertainment independently. In a last-ditch effort, I asked Mira to drag Hanh to the guesthouse, but she only smiled and insisted on a quiet afternoon for herself and her petite girlfriend, during which she would get her snatch polished by our blind masseuse’s dexterous fingers.

Well, this all had sounded convincing, but since we were meeting on a Thursday, perhaps our slightly dopey wallflower Nga might show up, as she had a workshop close to the B Nguyet would be here in five minutes or so, I was sure, but I instantly sent a few prayers upward regarding Nga’s presence. She and I had discovered anal sex together over the last six weeks, and I had to admit that I had developed strong feelings for her; partially, as she had undergone an astounding metamorphosis over the last three years: from a dopey and shy girl to a witty, quirky, mesmerizingly beautiful, spunky, and almost cheeky 28-year-old woman. Her figure had nicely developed, too; only her breasts had remained small; too small for her, otherwise, fine harmonious curves.

Funnily though, it was Hoang who turned up first. He had had an affair with Nguyet about two years ago, before he dedicated more time to her petite, lovely colleague Thuy. Lately, however, he had spent a lot of time with Casey, who I had had anal sex with for my very first time in Spring. I hadn’t met her or Hoang forever and was glad to see his handsome face again. Hoang was quite a stud; pretty much every woman I knew had a thing for him; even Mira. He still drove his beige-and-blue Suzuki but only nodded when he saw me, as we didn’t know each other in our role-play. But, yes: his relatively long wavy hair was nicely combed and gelled, and his sharp features were as impressive as ever. Now, as he was taking off his coat, he looked even more dapper in his tight white shirt. He kinda reminded me of Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, as he was also sporting glasses for the very first time.

Nguyet had told me the previous week that she had given in to his charms a fortnight ago and would probably introduce him as a young, aspiring real-estate agent later. And there she was, our mock-bordello queen, coming around the corner on her older Honda. After she had parked it and taken her helmet off, she formally introduced us. Hoang was the handyman for all the objects in the vicinity, she said, which was kind of true. Of course, we played along; he actually was an electrician and plumber, who had worked for Nguyet’s company in the past. But now, he wanted to train and then try his luck as a proper real-estate agent, selling homes in the burgeoning Vietnamese market, Nguyet explained further. Which was perhaps even true; it was conceivable that Hoang didn’t want to work as a handyman for the rest of his life but, of course, it was our hot MILF – the experienced, sassy broker Nguyet – who was going to show him the ropes. And her impressively hairy boat-hull pussy.

After I had been listening to their little ruse – or not – I inquired about Nga, though, while Nguyet was letting us in.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I think she might be here… perhaps in 30 minutes, as she tends to go home first,” Nguyet told me.

Nga was actually from a village about ten or twelve miles south of our sleepy, nondescript town but, like I said, had some sort of teacher workshop near the charming guesthouse here every Thursday, before which she liked to fornicate a bit, as – unlike her – the marriage market in her village and Sex Hikayeleri the vicinity was barren. As she was still a bit shy at times, she liked the safe yet sensually very open atmosphere here at the B the day he had joined our orgy circle here. That day, he had delivered food, and then Nguyet had asked him to stay. And, just like that, he ended up between Nguyet’s nimble little MILF legs. I had immediately liked the guy, as he always radiated good spirits – with his wit, care, and intelligence. And, just like Hoang, he personified the right mix of coolness, or almost restraint, and bravado, which was essential for our orgy microcosm to function well.

Minh’s hair was awesome, too: dense and spiky, it looked like a brush; I was sure that now that Charlie was in Da Nang for his lengthy internship, Nguyet had replaced him with Minh. She liked younger men, and so she had turned her favorite cook into her lover – who would first spoil her tummy and then the area below. I wasn’t sure if Minh had already banged any other girl in our circle but that didn’t really matter. I had the suspicion, though, that in real life he was our blind masseuse Hanh’s boyfriend, but then the two of them would have to have some sort of agreement that they were allowed to amuse themselves with others, sexually, which would be a tad unusual.

Of course, I had long sat down. Hoang and I were smoking, and I inquired if Hanh, who was playing the neighbor’s daughter, had shown up again in the meantime. When we had met her here, the story had been that she didn’t like being by herself at the house next door, as she was blind. But Nguyet only shook her marvelous rhombic head, before she went to the bathroom. Nguyet actually was a sharp dresser, but today, she was only sporting an emerald-green blouse and jeans. Well, perhaps she would change in a minute and impress us again with her black-and-white-and-magenta frock, which resembled a kimono and had some Korean lettering and a crane or egret on the front. When she was returning, she hadn’t changed but now had to rush, as her phone was ringing and buzzing here on the table again. Was it Minh, once more? Or Nga, finally?

No, probably not, as Nguyet seemed rather deferential, almost demure, which was a side of her I hadn’t seen for a long time. Perhaps it was her boss, as she kept nodding, like she was receiving orders, and I already had a sense that our afternoon wouldn’t go as planned. I had wanted to pay Hoang, who didn’t speak English, a compliment, but now the door bell was ringing frantically as well. When Nguyet finally had finished her call, she hung up and then hollered downstairs for Minh to just come up, before she told me that she had to leave in twenty minutes to drive over to the headquarters of the company, which was like five or six miles away.

“I’ll text Nga to see what she’s up to,” she still offered, obviously concerned that there would be no female form here at the guesthouse for the first time ever.

As she was texting, Minh was coming up the stairs, and Nguyet fetched us bowls and chopsticks, so that we could eat together quickly, at least. When she offered to place the sushi on a plate, however, I cautioned her to leave the rolls for Nga, later, and so she just filled our bowls with noodles, green beans, and beef and then sat down. To boost the mood here at the table a bit at least, I now told Hoang via Nguyet how spiffy he looked but without the Gregory Peck reference. None of the three knew To Kill a Mockingbird, and I didn’t feel like googling the images.

Minh smiled at everyone and kept nodding his head, as he was wont to do; he and Hoang didn’t seem very familiar with each other, though. It was a pity, of course, that Nguyet had to leave so soon, but there was nothing we could do about it, of course. Mira would keep her fuck record for another week or two, the way things looked. Yes, Nguyet could be quite competitive when it came to artful, zesty fornication. She told the boys that she had to leave in fifteen minutes, which naturally put a damper on everything. At least, the food was outstanding. And the beer was pretty good too, of course.

But yeah, we had never had this situation that the only woman in our round had to retreat. Once, Nga and Thuy had been at the old hotel with Hoang, Vu and myself, but then Thuy had gotten a similar call as Nguyet had ten minutes earlier. Nga had, however, given in to the mirthful sensual play and offered herself to us three boys with impunity. Together, we had banged her six times, which probably had been a turning point in her life. I didn’t think she had felt abused Erotik Hikayeler for a second; no, rather, she had felt appreciated as she had graciously and proudly accepted her role as the center of attention. And we had known that Thuy would come back – which she did – to receive another two loads from my and Hoang’s loins. Yeah, that accidental gangbang – to which Nga wouldn’t have agreed in advance – had perhaps changed her life.

Or had Nguyet just acted again? Was her exit part of the plan? Well, if she was acting, she should receive an Academy Award for it. No, she decidedly looked worried and preoccupied. Sensuality wasn’t on her mind. She was eating in a hurry and didn’t even try to lighten things up here at the table. But who could we get here on short notice, if Nga wasn’t going to show her lovely face and form? Hanh and Mira? That would be too contrived, perhaps. Charlie’s aunt Yen liked Hoang and a good fuck, but I hadn’t spoken to her for ages. Like seven months or so. Thuy, Nguyet’s petite lovely colleague – the one who had been at the older, larger hotel with Nga, Hoang, Vu, and me – would be an idea, but I hadn’t seen her for months, either.

When I was done eating, I lit another ciggy, of course, and opened three more beers. But then we heard the doorbell again. Would that be Nga, or just the mailman? Nguyet sent Minh downstairs with a nod of her chin, and Hoang lit another cigarette, too. When Nguyet got up and wanted to clear the table, though, I promised her we would take care of it later, and then we heard Nga’s lovely voice and mirthful laughter, as she was prattling with Minh in the landing. Slowly, we could see a relatively tall young woman ascend, and I was sure we all were utterly relieved and amazed how graceful and gorgeous she looked in her long, traditional, purple dress. There was long lotus flower on the front, which was wonderful close to the area where there was another juicy lotus flower behind the fabric. Nga looked at us with her apple cheeks and her fairly pointy nose, and I knew we had been saved.

Nguyet asked Nga – with was pronounced ‘Naa’, with a deep, long ‘a’ like in ‘rather’ – if she wanted to eat something. Nga sat down, like she needed to rest and then put her purse on the floor, next to her chair. She apologized that she had arrived so late, and then checked out Minh a bit more. She knew Hoang from our splendid encounter in September last year, but she had only heard of Minh but not actually met him, as far as I knew. Actually, she had requested that I give Vu a call, as she found him cute but today, she would have to make do with Hoang, Minh, and me. I watched her flat bosom heave under the deep-purple material and marveled at her stunning figure. And, yes, now the lotus flower – which strongly resembled an open pussy – was pretty much exactly above her pubic mound, which was a nice touch.

I paid her two or three compliments regarding her looks and the dress – not mentioning what the flower reminded me of – which she received with a bashful nod and smile, but then Nguyet got ready to leave. She instructed Minh what to do with the key later and reminded us three guys to make sure ‘Ms. Nga has a grand time’.

“I’ll talk to her later…” our bordello queen warned us.

They both giggled briefly, before Nguyet waved at us and disappeared downstairs. Nga was still huffing and puffing a bit; perhaps she was already nervous and aroused, as she could see another gangbang on the horizon. Well, perhaps Nga would topple Mira’s record now? When Minh offered her the sushi rolls, though, I asked everyone if we shouldn’t think of some sort of choreography.

“Well, we could feed Nga…” Minh offered feebly, smiling endearingly, though.

Hoang rolled his eyes a bit and showed a worn-out smile, as that was too obvious, perhaps? Or corny? But, at least, Minh had tried to effectuate Nguyet’s wish – which I was sure was also our purple goddess’s.

“Well, Nga what do you want to do?” I asked our main protagonist, as I felt was proper.

“To be honest, I just ate at home…” she bashfully sailed around answering my question.

Now, however, Nga turned towards the boys, and they briefly talked in Vietnamese, after which both, Minh and Hoang, were blushing – which I had never thought would even be possible. But then they nodded, got up, and took her hands. They looked decidedly eager to please all of a sudden; did I miss something?! To not miss a beat, I instantly tossed my cigarette into one of the empty beer cans, swirled it, and then Hoang already turned and nodded at me impatiently. Apparently, she Tecavüz Hikayeleri didn’t want to waste time but was craving cock. What else could the hurry and haste be about?! I shook the can once more, as smoke was still coming out of it, hastily reached down to the floor to grab the remaining cans and ice, and then followed the young bunch into the bedroom, diagonally opposite the alcove.

Of course, I was curious what Nga had just said to the boys but didn’t want to interrupt the natural flow of things. Obviously, our sensual, erotic dance had just begun, and as soon as we had entered the small quaint motel room, Hoang started to unbutton his shirt, before he placed himself directly in front of her to kiss our purple deity. Minh decided to caress her fine butt together with me in the meantime, and when I lifted up the rear of her dress, Minh pulled her pants down her thighs to get more direct access to her cheeks, which were covered in simple white panties. Oh, man, her ass was pretty much perfect: womanly, yes, but with no trace of superfluous fat. Just the right mixture of plump- and trimness.

After a few rounds on her underwear, I also pulled down her panties and leaned forward, getting the first whiff of her fine aroma. Hoang had relieved himself of his pants in the meantime and now directed her onto the bed. While he was lying down on his back, so that she could blow him, she undressed unceremoniously; apparently eager to save her fine dress – which she was going to wear to the workshop at two – from bodily fluids. After the brief intermission, which Minh and I used to undress, Hoang put a pillow under his head, before he grabbed her wrists and pulled her head into his lap. Minh and I wasted no time and swooped down on her ass again. Minh motioned me to go first, and so I pried her cheeks apart and pushed the tip of my tongue right into her brownish escutcheon, which seemed responsive and malleable. Just like the last time, of course, everything tasted earthy, savory, wet, and slightly bitter, like Vietnamese Robusta coffee.

I briefly felt Minh’s hand on my throat, as he was exploring her snatch and then watched amused when his thumb disappeared between her greedy, juicy labia. Oh, sweet salacious Lord, were her thighs heavenly! Firm, long, smooth – outright perfect! I kissed and licked them, while Minh was now exploring and licking her butt crack, smacking his lips from time to time. I could see that his cock was as stiff as mine and conceived the idea of a double-penetration – for which none of us was patient enough right then, though. Minh talked briefly with Hoang, after which the two of them traded places. When our handyman-Adonis saw my twitching cock, he motioned me to go first and then watched how I was sinking my fat throbbing glans between her creamy labia. In no time, Nga’s eager sheath had milked my rod almost all the up inside her, and so I just began to thrust heartily.

While my balls were banging her clit and bush now, Hoang got up to fetch the lubricant, after which he got her sphincter ready. I guessed the plan was for me to switch orifices in a few minutes or whenever we were ready. When he seemed chuffed with his preparation, nodding at me, I entered her rectum gently with my middle finger, all the while banging her pretty heartily. Nga had started to moan and squeal, of course, but now I noticed that she was blowing Minh, who had placed his lap directly under her fine lovely face. When my finger was fully inside her rectum, I briefly wondered if she had done her backdoor sex preparations today but couldn’t detect any evidence to the contrary. And yes, she had said she had been home before she showed up here at the guesthouse. Well, anyway, everything was so fucking hot that I didn’t really care or worry; I pulled my finger out and re-entered her superb young body again two inches above her young pussy with my cock.

As my glans was now plugging her sphincter – not quite in yet but in the process – Hoang moved away and sat down on her side to play with her small titties, for which he had even greased his fingertips. As his cock was nicely swollen and stiff already, I didn’t want him to wait and pressed my dick inside Nga’s fine rectum, for which my shaft hadn’t bent much. Warm and slightly moist, her ass enwrapped the upper half of my whip, but then I remembered that she liked the whole nine yards. Inches. Well, not even that, but enough to make her happy. I still hadn’t encountered any unwanted substances yet, as far as I was able to tell, and so I kept banging away happily, with my balls now hitting her labia and clit again. Oh, what a pleasure it was to be polishing her precious insides, and she obviously liked it too: periodically, she let out a nice little sequence of aroused, mirthful squeaks. Not sure if that was even necessary, I still asked Minh not to come in her mouth and then notched up my game again.

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