Chapter 24. The cannons were fired twice but still did not…explode
Because I struggled to sleep, when the alarm clock went off for school, I reached out to turn it off and slept in until almost 7:30. After finishing my personal hygiene and changing clothes, I was on the stairs to the third floor when I heard the gate bell. I quickly jumped up. The gate opened, and it turned out to be Ms. Thuy and her husband, Mr. Dung, and their little boy. Ms. Thuy saw me and seemed to have let go of some vague worry; she blamed:
– Ringed the bell dozens of times but he didn’t come down; I guess he overslept again; sure enough.
I politely greeted Uncle Quang, teased my son a few sentences, then turned to say to her:
– I just woke up; I was going down the stairs when I heard the bell and ran out here.
– Just now, the two of you came up to call her to go have breakfast, but she kept ringing the bell but didn’t come out, so you got impatient; Uncle Quang said to explain to Ms. Thuy.
– If you don’t open the door this time, I’ll call back later to see how things are; I’m so impatient! Ms. Thuy’s voice was softer.
– I bought you breakfast too. Uncle Quang reminded Ms. Thuy to give him the sticky rice bag.
– I was going to buy pho but I was afraid the plastic bag would tear and get cold, so I bought sticky rice to eat instead. Ms. Thuy explained!
– Come down for lunch, some of your friends are coming over. Uncle Quang’s voice.
– Stop it! You guys still have things to talk about, what does the child know? They’re new and they’ve been drinking too. Let me go to the market to buy some food and bring it here. Ms. Thuy looked at me and said, I felt like she just gave me a light wink so I immediately agreed.
– Yes!
– Come in and eat, general. I’ll go to the market and buy some food to cook. What would you like to eat?
– You can buy anything; you know I’m easy to raise; besides lime powder, neem leaves, and poison ivy, there’s nothing I can’t eat.
Uncle Quang’s laughter, the sound of the motorbike, the little boy’s greeting and Ms. Thuy’s light wink made me feel so happy!
I don’t really like sticky rice, but I still have to finish the package and prepare for battle because I have a feeling today will be… fierce and I will have to be quick and neat; go to the rooftop, get some big towels and small towels, hang them in the first floor bathroom, and hang them on the handrail of the stairs. As soon as I finished, the bell rang!
Quickly running to open the gate, as expected, Ms. Thuy; in short, without saying much, opened the door, drove the bike in, put on the chain, and locked it quickly.
Entering the house, closing the door, like a hungry tiger, I rushed to hug her; she also hugged me; lips found lips, hands groped for sensitive areas; when I opened her bra, hands touched her breasts, she said softly:
– I have to go to the market and cook rice, so I won’t go upstairs; I’m in a hurry!
Just like that, I understood; my hunch was right! We both sat down on the sofa.
When she was completely nude, I was about to switch from sucking and squeezing her breasts to giving her a blowjob, but she held my head with her hand, signaling me not to:
– It just ended yesterday so don’t…come down.
– So yesterday…you didn’t let Quang do his homework? I teased back!
– No; I just finished it yesterday morning so…I’m afraid it will sting…
I just know that now or does it depend on each person?
My hand touched down and felt it was wet, I rubbed her clit a bit making her moan softly in pleasure and spread her legs slightly. Understanding, I… let the artillery go into action.
Just the traditional position and just the unsteady up and down motions, she was already biting her lips to keep from moaning out loud from pleasure. I bent down and licked her earlobe, making her curl up, goosebumps, and let out a cry of pleasure. I asked softly:
– Happy huh?
– I like it so much, I’ve been craving it these past few days.
– Hey, why do you crave it? Why don’t you say so?
– Just come…I crave it more but how can I, just come! Her voice became a little spoiled.
– Oh my, but you still held it in when your husband came home yesterday? I teased back.
– Be patient; have to try; save it.
– Save it for…for Thang! Oh, how lovely that voice was, how touching those words were…
A few more beats, 3 shallow, 2 deep, 1 more speed up and pound harder, then Ms. Thuy pulled her legs up and squeezed my hips hard, her 2 hands screwed my neck down to her chest while I still tried to pound harder…
– Out…a…a; stop…oh… Ms. Thuy’s voice came out but was held in her throat and sounded intermittent.
I stopped…physically using special…tools, and asked softly:
– Out…uh?
– Uh…
– Wow, you finished early today? I said it like I was used to it, like we were doing it like it was our daily routine.
– Uh, I’ve been craving it for days now…
I was about to change position when she sat up and said:
– Today…okay; I’m sorry because…I still have some work to do; tomorrow…can I make it up to you?
After saying that, she gently pinched my cheek and pulled me down to kiss her deeply. When the kiss ended, I moved down to take one of her breasts into my mouth, my hand cupping the other breast and squeezing it lightly, making her moan softly.
To let me relax for a moment, she gently pushed me away and said:
– Okay, Thuy, I’ve asked (this time there’s no more “aunt” pronoun, it sounds very… affectionate and loving).
I had to…give up the game before the firecrackers were fired; I went to the bathroom to quickly wash my little brother and then brought her a towel. She reached out to take it, stood up and wrapped it around herself and held it so the product wouldn’t leak out; I reached for her clothes, signaling her to go inside and wash it, I’d bring it in later, but her eyes turned to her shoulder bag, signaling me to open it for her.
– Get it for Thuy.
– What’s up?
– There, there…
It turned out she asked me to get the sanitary napkin she brought with her (how creepy, she was prepared); I picked it up, a bit embarrassed but still wondering:
– Why???
– If Thuy gets all wet and doesn’t wear it, her pants will get wet, huh?
Ah; I see; another piece of knowledge.
….
Before opening the door to go out to get the bike and open the gate for Ms. Thuy to go to the market, she lightly kissed me on the cheek again and said:
– Go to the gate to get cooking ingredients later; today Thuy asks, tomorrow Thuy will pay!
Remember that.
….
So the sticky rice package to fill the stomach probably cannot be digested because the battle has not ended yet, the troops have not yet…departed.
Clean up the backstage again, take the used towels upstairs and throw them in the washing machine, open the door wide to let the smell of pussy juice out (just in case there’s a German Shepherd with a sharp nose), sweep the house and yard because it’s been a few days since the yard was swept…
A while later, Ms. Thuy came back from the market; the gate was already open, so when she called, she dropped her broom and ran out. She said:
– Not knowing what to buy for the general to cook, luckily I met Nga going to the market; she said she wanted to buy meat to stew with eggs, she would come over to cook for me later. You’re the best!
– That is braised pork and egg (usually called braised pork)? You cook that all the time, why do you have to ask Ms. Nga to cook it?
– Here, Nga said she would go to the market later and come up here, she came in and helped cook for me, here is the food.
– Oh my god, what a mess! I’m not a child anymore. I pretended to be displeased, but in my heart I was already picturing Miss Nga.
– Take your things in; Thuy has to go home! she lowered her voice.
– I’m going back to serve them drinks. When can I come back? I asked softly.
– I’m not sure, but somehow…Thuy will be able to get over it by tonight…
…
When Ms. Thuy came back, I brought the things she bought for me to the kitchen table and then went out to sweep the yard while… anxiously waiting for Ms. Nga, also preparing for the situation if she went alone, what if she brought the little boy along… In less than 10 minutes, Ms. Nga’s car arrived in front of the gate; without waiting for her to say anything, I went out to get the car and close the gate to her… surprise.
No more long-winded descriptions; after a few lines of dialogue, we led each other to the sofa and gradually peeled off the onions and garlic. As I said, Ms. Nga had a cute Hue accent and was also lewd, so she cooperated very proactively; after massaging and sucking her breasts to my heart’s content, I also had my own thoughts of comparison; they were not as big as Ms. Huyen’s but firmer, with smaller, pinker nipples…; Ms. Nga performed her marble kicking and licking skills; it was so good; I almost ejaculated, luckily I pushed her away in time to stop her, otherwise… I would have been very embarrassed.
I had to wait a moment to cool down before signaling Ms. Nga to move on to the next stage; and asked very rudely but honestly:
– Do you like it on top or bottom?
– Let Ivory go up.
Then came the swinging and bouncing of Miss Nga; I was below, reaching out with both hands to squeeze her grapefruits 5 times in pleasure; every time I was about to climax, I would… move my hands to hold Miss Nga’s hips to slow down the rhythm; after a few times of slowing down like that, my little brother got used to it and was quite comfortable responding to Miss Nga’s bouncing rhythms.
The bouncing position is a position that makes it easy for women to reach climax because of the deep friction…so after a while of shaking and turning myself into a bouncing position combined with my hands reaching up to fondle her breasts, suddenly Miss Nga lowered her butt down, shivered and closed her legs, her 2 hands pressed tightly on my 2 shoulders; knowing she…reached the peak, I responded by pushing back a few times. Her butt pressed down hard, her hands hung down and squeezed my shoulders tightly, her legs clamped…her lips pressed tightly…that’s what I felt from Miss Nga at this moment.
A moment later she prostrated herself, pressing her cheek against his chest.
A moment later, he looked up and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Then she slowly lifted her butt out.
The towel was already placed on the chair next to her, so she carefully reached out and wiped her little brother who was still heroically reaching up to the sky. Then she bent down to kiss him again to encourage him, then she gently said:
– I’m busy today so I can’t stay long with Thang. Nga hurry up and prepare the food, put it in the kitchen and Thang will watch it. Nga has to go home.
– Oh oh; so you just leave me alone?
– Please understand; Mr. Y has to go to the unit on duty this afternoon.
– Come on, Mr. Y, go back to Mr. Y; leave it there for a bit, I’ll cook. I changed the pronoun, sounding angry in my speech.
– Hey; don’t say that; we are husband and wife after all, we still have responsibilities; then in the evening he will come over… freely. And I also have to pack things for Mom, tonight we will go back to Hue.
– You’re going to Hue again?
– Uhm, you go in there to celebrate Tet; after Tet when Nga goes to school, you go out again.
Having said that, she went inside. I also knew my place, sat up, put on some pants and shirt, then took Nga’s clothes and waited at the door to give them to Nga when she came out. I went back in, took off my clothes… took a shower again while Nga was in the kitchen preparing food for me.
(A side note; at that time, airplanes were expensive, few people could afford to travel; cars going to the Central and Southern regions often departed at night)
Going out and watching Ms. Nga quickly prepare, marinate… in the kitchen, I felt so close, even though I was not yet fully grown up, a thought flashed through my mind: When I get married, I have to choose someone like this (only in terms of virtue, not in terms of… lust and ability… to cheat). Ms. Nga instructed me how long the stove should be boiled, when to add the caramel… cook the soup yourself, it was already prepared… etc. then I felt secure to leave; before opening the door to go out to the yard, she turned back to kiss me deeply and promised to come over this evening or tomorrow; but damn it, I immediately thought that if Ms. Nga and Ms. Thuy bumped into each other… then I had to warn them in advance:
– So before going to Nga, please call me.
– What’s up?
– It’s break so the kids are calling to go to the arcade or play soccer.
– Disgusting; I thought you were grown up? Miss Nga said in a vague voice…
– Ah, many amounts are not only big but very big…I also objected.
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Preparing lunch alone with the feeling of frustration because… I haven’t been able to vent yet, so I’m not feeling like eating, but I still have to swallow 3 bowls because… who knows what will happen this afternoon and evening???