Chapter 43: The Challenge of Filling
The storm had lasted. All four bodies were drenched in sweat, exhausted, but seemingly unwilling to stop. Desire, once fully unleashed, demanded a finale, a final release, an end to the madness.
Minh was the first to stop. He pulled out of Ngan, panting, his chest heaving.
“Stop! Stop!” he shouted, his voice hoarse and broken. “Last round! Last move!”
He looked at Tung, then at Quan, a wild smile on his lips.
“Let’s see who can shoot the most… and fill up Miss Ngan’s pussy!”
Minh’s challenge hit the primitive competitive instinct of men. Tung roared in response. Quan just nodded, his eyes flashing a cold light.
They do not let Ngan rest.
Tung was the first. He flipped her over, using the missionary position, giving the last few thrusts as hard as a hammer, without any mercy. He roared, and didn’t pull out. He shot. All of his hot semen shot deep inside her womb, a hot stream of possession.
“My share!” he shouted.
When he pulled out, a stream of thick, white liquid immediately flowed out, dripping onto the sofa’s leather cover.
Minh didn’t wait a second. He pushed Tung away, made Ngan lift her ass up and without any preamble, thrust straight in from behind. Ngan’s pussy, already slippery with her juices and Tung’s semen, received him easily. He thrusted frantically, in a rapid rhythm, then roared and shot.
“More! Fill it up!” His semen mixed with Tung’s, making the flow even more abundant and milky white.
Last but not least is Quan.
He was in no hurry. He helped Ngan lie back down. He used his hand to brush the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, then looked straight into her eyes, eyes that were wild with pleasure.
“Mine,” he whispered. “To end it all.”
He entered slowly, but as deep as he could. He held her tight, and when he came, he held it inside her for a long moment, as if to make sure not a drop escaped, like a final seal.
As Quan slowly withdrew, the final scene of the party appeared. Ngan’s vagina was completely filled. A thick, milky white river of semen from three men was continuously flowing out, flowing down between her thighs, spreading all over the sofa’s leather cover. A scene of excess, of absolute possession.
Four naked bodies, smeared with sweat and semen, lay scattered on the floor and sofa. No one had the strength to move. There was no embarrassment. No guilt. Just the silence of ultimate satisfaction, of an unbreakable bond forged through fire.
After a long while, Ngan stirred slightly. She was so tired that she could barely lift her arms. Her voice was hoarse and weak, but it sparkled with laughter.
“Tired… to death… But… fun…”
The three men, exhausted as they were, smiled. Minh reached out, not to touch her, but to gently stroke her sticky hair.
“Next time… let’s play again, sis.”