Chapter 27: Symphony of Two Gates
On the leather sofa, in the dark study room, Ngan was being attacked from two sides: Tung below, Minh above. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, Tung’s anger and Minh’s sick pleasure, creating a chaos of emotions. The sound of the wind whistling through the cracks in the wall, the steady snoring from the other room, created a creepy background music.
Ngan’s mind was screaming in humiliation. She bit her lips to keep from making a sound. But her body was a traitor, uncontrollable. Tung was engrossed in “punishing” and “worshiping” Ngan’s ass and pussy, completely immersed in his own jealousy and desire. Minh was tormenting Ngan’s breasts, but his eyes were not only on his “territory”. He was observing the whole play, especially Tung’s reaction, like a director. Tung and Minh’s goal was to unconsciously compete to see who could make Ngan submit first. The conflict was Ngan’s mind trying to resist against the uncontrollable betrayal of her body.
Tung’s tongue found Ngan’s clitoris and sucked hard, creating a wet “chut chut” sound, a direct attack on the pleasure center. At the same time, Minh used his teeth to lightly bite her nipple, a bite that did not cause pain but only increased the stimulation, the soft sound of teeth biting. The simultaneous attack on the two most sensitive points completely broke Ngan’s restraint. A soft moan, almost a sob, escaped from her tightly clenched lips, “um… ah…”, a primitive sound of surrender, her panting became urgent. “So good… so good…”
That moan was like a thunderclap, an unmistakable signal. Tung and Minh both looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting on Ngan’s trembling body, a sick connection. In a second, jealousy and hostility disappeared, giving way to a naked understanding of two predators. They were no longer rivals, they were partners. They both realized that individual torture could not compare to a coordinated attack. “Your pussy is amazing!” Tung growled. “Your tits… are so delicious!” Minh whispered.
The signal has been given. The cooperation pact has been sealed with a glance. The period of territorial disputes has ended. The period of chaotic consolidation is about to begin, a new madness.
The understanding between the two men changed the atmosphere in the room. Their individual anger turned into a sickening common purpose. The wind whistling through the cracks in the wall, the steady snoring from the other room, created a creepy soundtrack.
Minh let go of Ngan’s breasts. He crawled up, sitting on the sofa cushion right next to her head, the sound of skin rubbing gently “rustling”. Tung also stopped, moved up, kneeling between her spread legs, ready for an invasion. They had automatically divided their positions.
Ngan, her mind shattered, now acted on her most primal instincts. She no longer resisted. She saw Minh’s fully erect penis right next to her face, a lustful invitation. She saw Tung kneeling between her legs, preparing for an invasion. Instead of turning away, she reached out, her fingers long and trembling but determined. Not to push Minh away, but to grasp his penis, feel its heat and hardness, the soft sound of skin touching, and take the initiative to take it into her mouth, an act of power.
She sucked it, her warm mouth completely covering his penis, a wet “slurp” sound rang out, then turned to look at Tung, who was stunned by her actions, his eyes wide open, not believing what was happening. Her eyes were dreamy, her voice was hoarse, like the whisper of someone who had surrendered, but full of power. “At the same time… I want both of us… Fuck me to death!”
Her words were an order, an absolute permission. It erased all the last hesitation. Minh let out a moan of pleasure, a deep “mm…” sound. “Your mouth is so good!” Tung, looking at the sight of his woman sucking on another man’s cock while begging him, also roared like a beast and started to act, a strong “slurp”. “I’ll shoot all inside you!”
The arrangement was complete. Ngan was no longer a battlefield. She had become the director of her own destruction.
Ordered chaos ensued. The room was reduced to the primal sounds of flesh, a sick symphony playing. The goal was a synchronized assault on both of Ngan’s entrances, creating an absolute sensory overload.
Tung thrust hard into Ngan’s vagina. His rhythm was strong, urgent, full of possessiveness, each thrust was a declaration of power, the sound of wet, urgent “slurping”. He didn’t just use his hips, he used his whole body, like a beast plowing its territory, without any mercy. His two large hands were not idle. They gripped Ngan’s big, round buttocks tightly, squeezing hard, kneading roughly, causing the soft flesh to flow out through his fingers, leaving red marks. He used that grip to pull her hips towards him, receiving each thrust deeper, stronger, not giving her a moment to breathe. The sound of flesh hitting each other “bang thump”, “slurp smack” echoed. The sound of the old bed creaked sadly. “Fuck harder! Your pussy is mine!”
Above, Ngan was sucking hard for Minh. There was no gentleness, only passion, an instinctive obedience. Her head moved up and down frantically, like a puppet being pulled by strings, without any consciousness. The wet “uh huh” sound from Ngan’s mouth, her “um… ah…” moans were muffled. “More… deeper…” Minh threw his head back, his two hands gripping the sofa, he enjoyed the ultimate pleasure, while watching Tung madly “torturing” his woman from below. That scene made him even more excited, a sick stimulation, a harmony in destruction. The leather of the sofa creaked sadly.
A scene of constant movement. Tung’s hips, Ngan’s head, her writhing body, all in sync with a frantic rhythm. The sound was a sick symphony: Tung’s “bang thump” of skin colliding. Ngan’s wet “slurp” of mouth. Her muffled moans. The two men’s gasps. And the leather sofa’s mournful creaking, like a lament.
The symphony started with Tung’s strong rhythm. The sound of skin slapping resounded regularly. Ngan could only let out suppressed “um…” moans. Minh, in the audience, chuckled softly in the darkness before deciding to join in.
He crawled over, leaned close to Ngan’s ear, and began his psychological torture. “See, Sister Nuoi? You’re spreading your legs for Tung to fuck you… you look so slutty…”
His words made Ngan’s moans become louder, a mixture of humiliation and pleasure. “Ah… ah…”
Tung, hearing this, thought it was for him. “Does it feel good?” – he growled. “Your pussy is mine… mine alone…”
Minh decided to push the game to the highest level. He whispered a vicious question: “Tell me, whose cock do you like better? Mine in your mouth, or his in your pussy?”
The question broke her. “Stop…” she sobbed, her voice pleading. “Please… I can’t take it anymore… ah… ah…!”
But Tung, lost in his madness, roared again: “Scream more! Scream so she can hear that I am your bitch!”
Ngan could not bear it anymore. The attack from Minh’s words and Tung’s actions broke all limits, pushing her to the brink of madness. She let out a heart-rending scream, no longer a moan, but a scream of release, of absolute surrender, the sound of “ah… ah… ah…!” was long, echoing throughout the room. Her whole body convulsed violently, her back arched like a bow, her vaginal muscles tightened around Tung’s penis. The sound of flesh hitting each other “bang thump”, “smack smack” echoed. The old bed creaked sadly.
Her scream and frantic spasms were the final signal. Tung roared, a roar of a wild beast that had reached its climax, hoarse, thrusting his last powerful thrusts like thunder and ejaculating deep inside her. His hot, thick semen was a final assertion of his sovereignty, filling her. “DIE!”
Minh, witnessing that scene, and feeling the convulsions from Ngan’s body, could no longer hold on. He roared, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, the sound of her hair being pulled “slurping”, and ejaculated all over her face, neck and chest, the white, viscous semen flowing down, the wet “slurping” sound, like a sick blessing. “FUCK THIS!”
Attacked from both sides, Ngan’s body went into convulsions. An orgasm broke out, not of joy, but of overload, of absolute surrender. She let out a long, heart-rending scream, releasing all her pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up pent-up scream, the scream echoed throughout the room. The sound of flesh slapping against each other “bang”, “smack”, frantically, the old bed creaked mournfully, like a final lament.
Her contractions were the signal. Tung let out a deep, hoarse growl, gave the last few thrusts, and then ejaculated deep inside her. Minh, witnessing it all, could no longer hold on, collapsed, and ejaculated on her chest and stomach, a short “ah!”, like a blessing.
The storm passed. All three collapsed. Minh let go of Ngan’s hand, the sound of skin separating made a small “slurp”. Tung pulled out and lay down beside her, panting, his breathing heavy. Three naked bodies lay in a mess on the sofa. Skin was sticky with sweat and semen, the sound of friction “slurping” as they moved slightly. The room was eerily silent, only the three people’s panting remained, echoing in the narrow space, mixed with Ngan’s weak sobs.
The first lesson in sharing was over. The innocent “sister-brother” relationship was dead. The happy “best friend” relationship was distorted. From the ashes, a new, sick and wordless contract was signed with flesh and blood. No one said anything, but all three understood that everything had changed forever, there was no turning back.