Chapter 33: The Second Agreement
The wooden floor of the homestay, in the pitch darkness. Ngan’s original agreement – “don’t tear my thing” – still hung in the air, turning the confrontational tension into a provocative anticipation. The fun had begun with touches and kisses.
Ngan is in complete control. She is the rule-maker, a queen commanding her beasts. Minh and Tung are excited and submissive. They are ready to play by the new rules, her rules. Ngan’s goal is to make the final bargain, a test and reward for the “tribe’s” loyalty. The conflict is that the habits and safety rules of society are about to clash with the desire to create a primitive, unfettered bond.
Minh returned to his “territory” – Ngan’s breasts. But this time, he did not torment. He worshipped. He kissed every inch of her skin, licked lightly, felt the softness and warmth, then sucked hard on her nipples, making wet “chut chut” sounds, enjoying the original salty taste of her skin, a salty taste of sweat and desire. He could smell her body scent most directly, a primitive, enchanting scent.
Tung did the same. He bent down, starting his oral service. But now, he could taste her juices, a rich, pure taste, unadulterated by any barrier. He licked passionately, stirring the small cave with his tongue, making wet “slurp slurp” sounds, like a believer drinking holy water, an absolute devotion, without any hesitation.
Ngan moaned, not only from the ultimate pleasure, but also from a feeling of being accepted, of being trusted completely, of being completely released. She was offering her entire body, without any concealment, to her two men, the two men she had granted her privileges to. Tung and Minh’s gasps mingled with Ngan’s moans.
After the foreplay, Minh slid down, preparing for penetration. As was the habit of a playboy, his hand found the jeans thrown on the floor, where his wallet was, where his “self-defense items” were kept.
Ngan, whose upper body was being cared for by Tung, immediately recognized him. Her hand gently reached out in the darkness, placed on Minh’s hand, stopping him.
Minh was surprised, his voice hoarse. “What’s wrong, Sister Nurturing? Don’t you like it?”
Ngan did not answer him immediately. She turned to look at Tung, then looked at Minh. Her voice was low and even, without a hint of joking, carrying a weight of solemnity. “No need.”
She paused for a beat, letting them both understand. “With you two.”
Her words were like a bomb. Both Minh and Tung were stunned. In Minh’s mind, a thought appeared: “What? No need? She… trusts us this much? Damn… this is no longer sex.” In Tung’s mind: “She… really lets me… be inside her?”
The surprise quickly turned to a wave of euphoria and morbid excitement. The second contract, the ultimate contract, was made. This orgy was taken to a new level, a primal, no-holds-barred connection.
Ngan was at the peak of excitement, her body trembling, ready for the first fusion.
Ngan softly called Tung’s name, a weak but powerful call. It was a signal. He understood. Minh temporarily stepped back, becoming an audience member, his eyes glued to the performance.
Tung moved up, kneeling between her legs. He looked into her eyes for a second, a gaze full of desire and worship, like a believer admiring a holy relic. Then slowly, very slowly, he entered. The soft “bang” sound of skin colliding. A feeling that cannot be described in words, a primitive union. There was no rubber barrier. He could feel her heat, wetness and softness enveloping his penis in the most direct way, each fold, each contraction of her sucking him, like a lustful welcome.
From Ngan, for the first time, she felt his bare skin inside her. A feeling of complete and genuine fulfillment, without any barriers. The direct friction, skin to skin, hot, like a burning fire, burning away all reason.
No one said anything. Only Ngan’s soft moans and Tung’s heavy breathing mixed together, creating a symphony of desire. Tung began to move, a slow, deep, and powerful rhythm. The first absolute penetration had taken place. But the symphony had only just begun, and many high notes were waiting.
Tung was moving rhythmically inside Ngan. Minh slid up, and Ngan, without hesitation, took the initiative to accept his penis into her mouth. The symphony started with two separate rhythms. Tung’s “bang thump” sound below, and Minh’s wet “slurp” sound above.
The two rhythms began to find each other. Minh, between breaths, cheered, his voice full of excitement: “Come on, brother! Show her our strength!”
Tung responded with a growl and increased his speed. Ngan moaned, her voice full of pleasure and no longer hiding anything: “Ah… both of us… yes… so good…”
The harmony turned into a chaotic storm. They were no longer three individuals, but a three-headed pleasure machine. Ngan’s moans turned into commands. “More! Don’t stop! Fuck me to death! Both of you… fuck me!”
“We are here!” – Minh and Tung replied almost in unison, an affirmation of shared possession. “Your pussy is ours!”
The synchronized attack pushed Ngan to her climax. She screamed, a piercing scream of absolute release, their names mingling as one. Her spasm was a final command. Tung roared and ejaculated deep inside her. Minh released in her mouth soon after.
The pleasure machine was on its last lap, the energy in the room was pushed to the point of explosion.
The attack from both sides pushed Ngan over the edge. She screamed, a heart-rending scream, no longer a moan, but a scream of release, of absolute surrender. Her entire body convulsed violently, her back arched like a bow, her vaginal muscles squeezed Tung’s penis in a final spasm, like a lustful invitation. The sound of flesh slapping against each other “bang”, “smack” echoed.
Tung felt Ngan’s contraction, he couldn’t hold on any longer. He roared like a wild animal, a roar of release, and ejaculated. His hot, thick semen shot straight into the deepest part of her, an indelible mark, an assertion of power. Minh felt the explosion of both of them, he also released in Ngan’s mouth, the white, thick semen flowed down, a naked offering. The sound of lips touching lips “chut chut” wet.
Tung’s semen was more than just a release. It was a mark, an oath, a seal to their no-holds-barred pact. They had truly become one, in the most primal and naked way, without boundaries.
Everything stopped. The three bodies collapsed, tangled together in the darkness, in sweat, in each other’s fluids. Their panting echoed in the room. There was no more awkwardness, only the absolute intimacy of a pack of animals sharing everything. The contract of flesh had been sealed, a bond for all eternity. They were no longer friends, no longer sisters. They were family, in a completely different sense.