Chapter 40: Feast of Tongues
Ngan did not sit still. She did not wait for them.
She moved, crawling on all fours across the fur rug, like a female cat patrolling her territory. Her soft, bare back arched, her round ass bouncing with each movement. Her heavy breasts swayed, brushing lightly against the soft fur of the rug.
She stopped in front of Minh. He was sitting there, his hands behind his back, his erect penis pointing straight up, trembling slightly with each breath.
Ngan smiled, a mischievous smile. “You are the loudest and talkative. You have to use your mouth for other things.”
“I’m ready to serve you, baby!” Minh laughed happily, his hips gently moving up and down invitingly.
Ngan grabbed his penis. It wasn’t too big but it was long, slim and had a provocative curve. The pink head was already oozing a drop of clear fluid, sparkling in the firelight. She wasn’t in a hurry. She used her tongue, licking a long line from the base to the tip, tasting the first salty taste. Minh let out a moan.
Then she slowly took it in her mouth.
She sucked passionately, not only using her lips, but also her throat, creating a strong suction. But her eyes were not closed. She looked straight at Minh, then glanced at Tung and Quan, like an actress checking the audience’s reaction.
“Fuck…” Tung panted, his voice hoarse. “Look at her mouth… So wet. It’s swallowing Minh whole.”
Quan, still sitting still, his voice low and analytical. “She knows how to use her tongue and throat. She’s not just sucking, she’s creating a vacuum. Very skillful.”
After a while, she pulled away, leaving Minh’s cock red and shiny. She turned to Tung, who was trembling with jealousy and excitement. She looked down between his legs.
“Wow…” she pretended to be surprised. “Tung’s is really a big one. Let me see if my mouth can hold it all, baby.”
Tung’s cock was the complete opposite. It was big, thick, dark, with blue veins that crisscrossed like tree roots. It looked raw and raw. She struggled to take the entire head in. She had to use both hands to wrap around the shaft, beginning a greedy, almost voracious, sucking rhythm.
“Feel good, you buffalo!” Minh said, stroking his penis and laughing. “Look at how she makes him shrink!”
“Interesting,” Quan commented. “Her reaction was different. With you it was teasing. With Tung it was conquest.”
Finally, she came before Quan.
He was the only one who remained outwardly calm, but his rapid breathing and his almost purple erection betrayed him. It was moderately sized, well-proportioned, anatomically perfect.
Ngan looked straight into his eyes. “And you, my analyst. You are the quietest. Let’s see if your ‘little brother’ can be ‘silent’.”
She took it in her mouth, but this time very gently, almost reverently. She used the tip of her tongue, circling the head, licking the opening lightly. But then, without warning, she suddenly increased her speed, using the most skillful techniques she had, attacking him in a relentless manner.
The army could not stand it.
“Ah…” A strangled groan escaped his throat. His rationality shattered. His hands grabbed her hair, fingers tightening, pushing her head deeper into his cock, an act of pure instinct.
The appetizer party is over.
All three men were at the peak of their arousal, panting, their cocks leaking precum.
Ngan looked up. Her mouth and chin were covered in a layer of clear fluid from all three of them. She didn’t wipe it away. She just stuck out her tongue and licked a circle around her swollen lips.
“Delicious,” she said. “Now for the main course?”
Ngan sat between the three men, breathing heavily. She lazily stretched, a movement that made her full, bare breasts bounce provocatively. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the remaining liquid from her lips, then brought it to her mouth and licked it casually, as if it were honey.
All three men swallowed.
“Is it good, baby?” Minh smiled lewdly, his voice hoarse. “Is yours or Tung’s better?”
“Mine is definitely better,” Tung growled, his eyes never leaving Ngan’s wet lips.
Ngan laughed loudly and shook her head. “Equally delicious. But that’s enough appetizers. Now I want the main course.”
Her eyes swept over the three still erect penises, towering between them like stone pillars. One was Minh’s, long and provocative. One was Tung’s, large and powerful. One was Quan’s, well-proportioned and sharp.
“But…” Ngan’s voice suddenly became spoiled, like a child making a condition. “Just one round. I want to try each of you.”
She paused, looking into each person’s eyes, making sure she had their undivided attention.
“The condition is… you have to keep my ‘house’ clean.” She smiled, a smile that was both innocent and cunning. “You can come inside me as much as you want, but whenever you want to cum, you have to scream and pull out immediately so I can ‘catch’ it with my mouth. Wanna play?”
Her offer went off like a bomb in the room.
It was crazy. It was sick. And it was incredibly arousing. The game wasn’t just about the possession of being inside, it was about the watching, and it culminated in the sweet humiliation of surrendering, of having to give her his cum in front of everyone else.
“Let’s play!” Minh shouted first, excitement evident in his eyes. “I play by all of Sister Nurturing’s rules!”
Tung didn’t say much. He looked at Ngan, his eyes red, then nodded decisively. “Okay. You first.”
Quan just smiled slightly, the smile of someone who has just found a difficult problem to solve. “An interesting game. I don’t object.”
The deal has been made.
“You are the strongest, you must surrender first!” Tung roared, not giving anyone time to react. He rushed forward, put his hands under Ngan’s back and knees, and lifted her up gently like a doll.
He didn’t put her down right away, but held her suspended in the air for a second, looking straight into her eyes, then slowly laid her down on her back in the middle of the carpet.
Minh and Quan understood, stepped back a bit, and found a good position to be spectators.
The dance of observation is about to begin.