Chapter 128 — Anal Allegretto

Two weeks back, at Charlie’s farewell party, I had fallen in Love with Thuy’s anus, as her little funnel had looked soft, warm, and inviting. Unfortunately, she had since been asked to change offices from the show home here in town, where she usually worked with my long-term affair Nguyet, to the company’s headquarters ten miles north of town. Adventurous as Nguyet was, however, she had offered to stretch her anus, instead. As we were both novices in the area of Anal play, last week, I had just fingered her sphincter gently, before we concluded our new favorite pastime with a good, plain, satisfying missionary fuck.

Nguyet and I both knew that our first real Anal intercourse would have to wait another few weeks, but we weren’t in a hurry. Today, us Anal rookies would go one or two steps further and perhaps strain her leathery, tight hole with my index finger and leave it there for a bit. Or, for a change, she could treat my anus with her tongue and fingers. So far, only Yen’s daughter Linh had ever done that to me here in our small town, but that was ages ago.

Secretly, I was still hoping I could meet Thuy over lunch at the show home this week, as her lunch break was almost three hours long, but Nguyet told me I would only see her and the fabulous new intern again. Truc was working morning shift till 11, and so we should be able to chat a bit, at least. Ever since I had met that succulent young lady last week, I couldn’t stop thinking about her; I had even tried to find her on Facebook twice, but since all I had to work with was her first name, my search had been to no avail.

So, I just took a long Shower and clipped my fingernails properly, before I went over to Nguyet’s office in the ‘burbs. I’d been racking my brain how to include the new intern in our salacious play but had a hunch that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. There was no way Nguyet would let 18-year-old Truc peek between her butt cheeks, even though my long-term affair was an avid exhibitionist. Truc was Christian and, presumably, still a virgin. And, in the end, our Anal preparations were too important and precious to invite random strangers. No, Nguyet and I would just go with the proverbial flow and see where our tender anus play would take us today.

When I stepped inside the show home, I had resisted the urge to smoke to be able to spend as much time as possible with Truc, since she would leave shortly after 11. And, yes, the lovely juicy intern was sitting at Thuy’s desk, while Nguyet was typing right behind the entrance. We smiled and nodded at each other, but Truc was wearing her spiffy, shiny black mask again, so that I still couldn’t see her face. But her sparkling almond eyes were pretty awesome, and the fact that she was blushing made her even more enticing. I found it hard to dedicate 50 per cent of my attention towards Nguyet; but then, she knew how much I loved young women and that the two of us would be alone once Truc was gone.

While I was standing near Nguyet’s desk, kinda undecided what to do, Truc got up and walked around hers, towards the big shelf with folders next to the copy machine, across from the entrance. Unlike last week, she wasn’t wearing a dress but blue jeans and a light top that left her shoulders exposed, which seemed almost too daring for an office. But then, Nguyet made up for Truc’s revealing bell-sleeve blouse that was held by a rubber band above her ample bosom, as she was wearing a fairly conservative grey shirt under her navy-blue blazer. As I was still standing, I could see that Nguyet was also sporting a skirt of the same color, but whether she was wearing pantyhose or even tights only time could tell.

While I was still wondering if I would perhaps have the chance later to relieve Nguyet of her stockings, Truc asked me for help. She needed a large arch folder from the top shelf, where neither she nor Nguyet could reach. The latter commented on the act with a mocking smile, waiting to see which folder Truc would actually pick.

“Aah… the priority notices of conveyance … Ms. Truc’s passion …” Nguyet chuckled.

Yes, perhaps Truc didn’t actually need the folder, but I still loved that she had requested it. Standing next to her, I could smell lotion or shampoo; her long hair went all the way down to the waistband of her jeans, which was relatively high up, though. Truc — which was pronounced ‘Chubb’, with a ‘u’ like in cushion — was taller and more womanly than Nguyet or Thuy, even though she was more than a dozen years younger. She had danced past me with the heavy folder after she had thanked me with sparkling eyes, before she plopped her fine butt back down on her swivel chair again. Eventually, I pulled a simple chair from the ‘waiting section’ closer to Nguyet’s desk and sat down.

Technically, I needed to smoke, but then Truc would be gone in five minutes, which I wanted to spend in the same room as her, and from where I was sitting now, I could see her upper half pretty well. I wanted to strike up a conversation, but as long as Nguyet was in the room, that would have felt slightly awkward. After all, I primarily was here today to help her stretch her sphincter again — which, admittedly, Truc didn’t know — but, still … and the two of them had to work anyway.

A little while later, though, Nguyet announced that she would need another ten minutes, and so I fiddled a cigarette out of the pack in my shirt pocket.

“Are we gonna go around the corner again for lunch?” I asked her.

“Well, I actually bought something this morning… it’s upstairs in the fridge… only two portions, though… but it’s quite a lot… Ms. Truc, ahem… are you going to eat with us?” Nguyet asked her kinda surprisingly.

Yes, it would have been rather impolite in Vietnam not to ask anyone present if they didn’t want to share the food. Truc blushed again, thought about it for a bit, but then relented. She nodded and seemed to be smiling under her mask.

“Well, actually, I should go home and eat with my mother…” she admitted.

Her bosom was heaving under her blouse, excited and exciting as she was. Well, with her ample figure, it probably wasn’t a good idea to eat twice, but this was our chance. She could stay another 20 minutes, couldn’t she?

“Well, if we eat right now…” Truc added, urging the situation a bit.

“Nguyet?” I inquired, praying that she wouldn’t fuck it all up.

After another mocking smile, Nguyet nodded: “Ok, I gotta finalize this, but the two of you can go upstairs… perhaps Ms. Truc could warm up the food in the meantime?”

Now, that sounded more like it. Yes. Nguyet talked briefly to Truc, and I asked if I could smoke upstairs if I puffed out of the window. Nguyet nodded again, and then it only took another few seconds for Truc to switch off her computer. Finally, she relieved herself of her mask — whose purpose I wasn’t convinced of, anyway — and I could see her beautiful face for the very first time. As the room was lighting up, Nguyet gave me a stern warning, with just one look, not to screw things up upstairs. Her Ass and anus — as well as Thuy’s — were on the line.

Truc and I went up the stairs together, completely fixated onto each other. Nguyet could certainly see that from where she was sitting, but I didn’t care. I mean, she had sent us up together. And, yes, Truc had also full, succulent lips, as Nguyet had told me last week, but her nose was more Western: not as squashed and flat as most noses in this part of the world. I told Truc that I was happy to finally see her lovely face.

“Yes, it’s better when one can see the whole person…” she concurred.

I nodded and smiled once more, before I went to the kitchen window to smoke. Truc leaned forward into the fridge, took some things out, and turned on the stove. Lovingly, she distributed the noodles into three bowls and then cut the greens, while I was smoking and watching her. From time to time, she glanced at me furtively, but perhaps she wanted to get the food on its way before we would talk. At some point, she excused herself to go to the bathroom, from where I could faintly hear her pee. The bedroom door was closed, unlike most days I had been here, but I still was reminded of our adventures with Charlie, Mira, and Thuy here on the second floor.

When Truc was back and I had finished smoking, I sat down on my usual chair with my back against the wall, at the smaller end of the rectangular table. She remained standing, keeping an eye on the soup, and I asked her why she wasn’t at university, like so many other young people of her generation:

“Well, m-my family … we don’t have much money … we d-decided …” she was hemming and hawing a bit, “t-that it would be better for me to earn a bit of money than spending a lot of it…” she chuckled, like she wasn’t unhappy with the decision at all.

I liked how graceful she had worded it.

“That makes sense…” I replied, as I knew tons of university graduates who were working at coffee shops and bars, after all the effort and the tuition fees paid.

I noticed that I also needed to piss but didn’t want to waste the precious time with her.

“Do you l-like it here at the office, t-though… the work, I mean… with… and Mrs. Nguyet…” I stammered a bit myself.

She nodded and mentioned that Nguyet had brought her son Minh on Monday, who was about two-and-a-half now, before she checked on the soup again, which was steaming already. After another twenty seconds or so, she turned off the stove, but then asked if she now should go downstairs to fetch Nguyet. As I didn’t feel that was necessary, I just pointed at the chair at the longer end of the table, and Truc sat down.

“Nah, she’s gonna come up, once she’s done downstairs …” I added.

Relatively tall and fully developed, as Truc was, she reminded me — of all people — Charlie’s aunt Yen, who was, at 47, by far the oldest lady of our orgy circle. Yes, Truc’s shoulders and hips were wider than Mira’s, Nguyet’s, or Thuy’s. The same was true for her boobs, it seemed. And yet, as young as she was, she radiated confidence, peace, calmness, and sensuality, even though she did seem nervous right at that moment. Was she really still a virgin? Difficult to say. The skin around her shoulders was nicely yellowish, almost tanned; I liked that she didn’t shy away from the sun, unlike most Vietnamese women.

Truc was kneading her hands and asked me where and how I had met Nguyet. But just when I had replied,

“Oh, she hasn’t told you yet?” to buy time, we saw her coming up the stairs, and so Truc got up to fill the bowls, as I finally left for the bathroom.

On the way, in passing, I asked Nguyet to answer Truc’s question. I saw that she was indeed wearing black pantyhose, and while I was pissing, I grew worried about the seating arrangement, which proved unwarranted, though. When I got back, Nguyet had taken the chair at the other short edge of the table, which left Truc between us at the longer end. Perhaps Nguyet didn’t want to be perceived as catty. Apparently, Nguyet was now relaying our story; but in Vietnamese, of course. It was perhaps better that she told Truc everything, as I wouldn’t have been sure what details to leave out.

Eventually, when Nguyet appeared to be done, I asked Truc why her English was so good, to which she replied that it had been her favorite subject in school and added that she had also attended one of the many private English centers in our town, similar to the one where I was working. And where Nguyet and I had met eight years ago.

“And there was an American missionary couple for a while… and then music, too… I often translated the words… also films,” Truc added.

“Isn’t that also how you learned English, Nguyet?” I asked.

Nguyet nodded with her mouth full but then inquired if I liked the soup.

“Yeah, not bad … Pho Nam Dinh?”

Truc giggled, presumably since I had recognized where they had gotten it. I hadn’t been there for a while, but that joint was pretty popular and not far from Nguyet’s house. When we were done eating, Nguyet instantly got up and moseyed into the bedroom, where she got a towel, before she went into the Shower, but when Truc wanted to do the dishes, I told her that I’d do them. After all, she wasn’t our maid.

“And you need to go home now, don’t you?”

She nodded and grabbed her phone, which she had brought to the kitchen. I went downstairs with her, as someone had to lock the door after she’d be gone, anyway. Of course, that would also give me another five minutes with Truc. I wasn’t sure if Nguyet had wanted me to wash her anus, but she would have said something, wouldn’t she? Or had she expected me to suggest it? Well, it was too late now. It would have been awkward to disappear into the bathroom together in Truc’s presence. And there was the entrance door issue, too, of course…

I watched Truc gather and pack her things and asked if we shouldn’t connect ourselves on Facebook. She didn’t find that strange at all and just scrolled through her apps and then handed me the contraption, after I had fumbled another ciggie out of the pack. As I was typing, I saw that she called herself ‘Casey’ there; no wonder I had been unable to find her. She put her mask back on, and then we stepped outside.

“Are you gonna be back later?” I asked her needlessly and somewhat naïve.

I mean, I knew she wasn’t, but I wanted to express my interest again. Now. Once more. Unmistakably. Not using an app.

“Well, no, actually… you know, I alternate between mornings and afternoons…”

“Ok, then we’ll see each other next week… I’ll talk to you on Facebook before…” I added, asking myself if she knew that Nguyet and I were having an affair.

Had she seen the towel in Nguyet’s hand? Well, even if not, she could imagine that Nguyet and I weren’t going to talk about the war in the Ukraine now. She put her helmet on, which I regretted, since I wasn’t done smoking yet, but yeah, we had accomplished more than I had hoped for an hour ago. We nodded and smiled at each other, and when she had pushed herself back enough with her beautiful feet in their spiffy black sandals, she took off, and I waved at her. Jesus, this young woman had an aura!

I was glad that she didn’t hear me turning the key in the lock, as that had something ominous, something final. Upstairs, Nguyet was preparing her anus for penetration, and I was wondering if the dildos that she had wanted to order online had arrived yet. I went upstairs and when I saw that she was still in the bathroom, I started doing the dishes. At some point, she came out — clad in only her blouse, which was unbuttoned, and her black cotton pantyhose, presumably without panties. She didn’t say anything but disappeared in the bedroom, where I could see her lay down on the bed. Was she miffed that I had taken the opportunity to chat with Truc once more downstairs? Nonsense, I had just wanted to be nice. And then there was also the entrance door…

Jesus, had Nguyet’s nimble 12-inch Ass looked Hot in her pantyhose. Like a girl taking ballet classes. She had a tender, supple body, which had never condoned a single ounce of fat on it. And I was doing dishes. Oh, well, just another minute. As I was shaking the water off my hands, though, I decided to clean the sink as well. Would Nguyet read this as admission of guilt?! Well, I’d find out.

When I stepped into the bedroom, she was in the fetal position, right smack in the middle of the bed, holding onto the bottle of lubricant like a drunkard would onto his booze, similar to last week. But then I saw a pair of scissors, too. Good Lord, what was that all about?! Castration? I undressed and positioned myself behind her again and pulled her light body towards my chest. With her eyes closed, she passed me the bottle, and I felt her nice, soft pantyhose on my glans.

I had imagined she would ask me about Truc now and what we had talked about downstairs, but she didn’t. She had a different concern:

“When the four of you banged Mira, did you all come inside her like two or three times?”

Just before Tet, the Chinese New Year, Mira had been the only girl available, as all the Vietnamese ladies in our orgy circle had been busy preparing the festivities. And as Mira had wanted to try a gangbang, Hoang, Vu, Charlie, and I had taken her to the old hotel.

“No, oh no… the boys jerked off onto her body in… like, a speed competition, first, and then Charlie smeared the cum all over her boobs… and then she blew Vu, at some point…”

“You said that all in all, you fucked her like seven times…” Nguyet murmured half asleep, while I was warming up her Ass cheeks with my right hand.

Her older pantyhose was incredibly soft, and I absolutely loved that she had put them back on after she had washed herself. Each butt cheek fit my hand perfectly. I loved how firm they were, and when I touched her between her legs, her perineum seemed already wet.

“That’s important to you: how many times we banged Mira?” I double-checked.

“Well, Ben, do you remember how we once, a long time ago, sheepishly talked about Vu and you fucking me as often as you could — which would be about five times?!”

“Sheepishly? I remember you sitting in your parents’ living room like a tailor, on a chair, and I was prying your snatch open during the talk…”

“No, that was when we talked about how much you liked my large, hairy Pussy… the other issue — Vu and you banging me — had been across the street at the pizza place… and that was in hushed voices, like we were almost embarrassed and didn’t really dare to speak about it…” she chuckled.

“Ok, yeah, that’s possible… if you want, Hoang, Vu and I could bang you eight times, so you get the record back from Mira…”

She snorted and giggled a bit, but I could tell that she wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.

“If you wait till the summer, Charlie will be back. And then we could even do it about eleven times…”

Nguyet was pondering the issue. She probably wanted to do both; first, eight fucks and then the eleven. It was a shame that I couldn’t’ do it three times in two hours anymore, as that would have been a full dozen.

“Yeah, I mean, one girl and three or four guys… I’ve never really done that…” she reminded me.

“Well, you could have… remember that one time with Hoang and Vu, when you tied Vu to the bed to punish him and then watched him come twice, while we were fucking…”

Instead of answering, she passed me the scissors now and requested I cut her pantyhose open in the back. Had she spoken with Thanh in the meantime, who then told her about her daring stunt at the coffee house? Or was Nguyet quoting herself, alluding to the open crotch-piece in her swim suit at Charlie’s farewell party?

“Are we cutting all pieces of garment open now?” I laughed.

“No, but I always wanted to do that again, ever since you ripped a hole in my pantyhose when you couldn’t wait… I forgot when exactly that was… remember? And these here are old anyway…” she added needlessly.

I reached inside her blouse first, however, and kneaded her awesome little titties, before I finally went to work with the scissors. I pulled a bit of fabric towards me and cut a two-inch hole, which I then extended with my fingers. I could feel her anus funnel on my fingertips and then also glans, but then felt a bit further towards her Pussy. Oh, yes, her perineum and Pussy were wet and sticky; I could even hear it. I borrowed a bit of the goodness for her anus, on which I didn’t want to use my pinkie today, however.

“Have the dildos arrived yet?” I asked her, panting.

“No, but I got a thick pen at home, with which I have tried to open myself up a bit back there…”

“Just make sure the cap doesn’t get stuck inside…”