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Angel in the Night 01

By: ReefBeach



I'm new to this, so comments are welcome!

I lay on my back on the bed, stroking slowly. I thought of the sexy, unapproachable girls on the beach. I thought of their pert breasts in bikini tops with the nipples showing through (nice effect in the cold seawater). The wet fabric clung to their bottoms, and even showed their pussies if you got the chance to be in front of them. I stroked harder. I imagined them stroking me, their hand around my cock instead of mine. The other hand on their pussies, pushing through the curly dark hairs, opening their lips, fingers going inside...

Come spurted out onto my bare stomach. I watched it shoot out the hole in the top of my cock, sticky strings across me. My teenage need partly satisfied, my breathing settled down. I was going to reach over and get the familiar kleenex when I heard a faint gasp, outside my open window. I knew no one was out there (otherwise I'd be a whole lot more discreet), so what was it? I lay perfectly still in the warm summer evening. I thought I could hear breathing, or was it the breeze? No sound now, did I imagine it?

The neighbours were the Phuongs, originally from Vietnam, a middle-aged couple. They were extremely quiet - you barely heard them at all. They could not possibly have been the source...

I was put off any more self-pleasure, for a few days anyway, but a teenage boy still has needs, and I was too shy and awkward to approach the real thing. (At eighteen years old I was starting to wonder when "the real thing" would happen.) So I visited my fantasy girls. I was back on my bed one warm evening again, hard as a rod of iron. But this time I was more alert. Yes, I could sense something, someone, breathing.

I started to stroke myself up and down, up and down. The breathing outside got heavier, with occasional gulps. It's weird, but I found it a turn-on to be watched like this. I changed the rhythm a bit and stroked my legs as well. I may have been shy and awkward, but I had an imagination!

With my come shooting out again and splashing on my stomach, I heard the gasp. Definitely the same gasper, a female I guessed. I had placed myself so I could sneak a glance out the window without (I hoped) being noticed. It worked.

In the window of the Phuongs' house I could make out the outline of a head, with long straight hair, bobbing slightly. I knew it was a young-ish person, and I was sure she was enjoying the sight. I should have been mortified, but the warm night, the mystery, the whole craziness just got to me. I loved it. Definitely coming back tomorrow, I thought.

Tomorrow and over the next days I put on more of a show. I "accidentally" arranged my bedside light to show off my cock better. I turned on the bed and spread my legs. I ran my hands over my balls and backside. Hell, I thought, girls do it for guys, and in fact it feels pretty nice. I was learning a lot.

The watcher enjoyed it all. I guess she worked out pretty quickly I was performing for her, as she came much closer to her window. I could see her long dark hair, and almost see her fine Asian features. I could tell she was stroking herself, across her breasts and down between her legs. I didn't mind, in fact it made it special. The fantasy girls had left the scene. I was doing it only for my "guest".

Then there was a very special night. She turned her light on. I could see clearly, she was a slim Asian girl, a bit older than me maybe, with long hair and very small breasts. As I lay looking up at her (their house was up the hill), she undid the buttons of her blouse and revealed her dark brown nipples. They looked gorgeous. My cock stiffened even more as I pulled the foreskin over the head and back. It was a great climax.

It got better. Next night, she was raised up at the window so I could see her dark thatch of pubic hair. Then to my disbelief, she did a wonderful thing to a shy late-teenager. She lifted up one leg. The light caught her hairy triangle and I watched her slide her fingers down and open her lips to me. With one hand she rubbed her clit, with the other she slid one, then two fingers into her waiting channel. I can see it to this day in my mind's eye. It was gorgeous.

I think she came. She rubbed harder and harder, her head bobbing slightly, then suddenly held her breath, then I heard the gasp I'd noticed all that time before. I'd stopped pulling myself as I was lost in awe, but I only needed a few more strokes to make own happy ending.

I remembered then a daughter, older than me, also so quiet the rowdy Anglos in our street didn't really pay her attention. I couldn't even get a name from memory. Successful at university or something. Was she visiting?

Then it got the best. I was on my bed, this time I had got up on all fours facing away from the window. I stroked my thighs and pushed my cock down between them so she could see. I rolled back and let it stand tall and hard, when I looked at her. She was beckoning.

She pointed at me then ran her finger round in a U-shape to show me I should come around. I didn't need a second invite. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and raced over. My brain was in my cock and I didn't think of anything else. Did I mention I was a shy teenager?

She was waiting at the door. She let me in silently and took me to her room. The bare floorboards were cool and there was a strange spicy incense smell in the house. A tiny caution light went off in my head.

"Are we... alone?"

"My parents are visiting relatives. There's only us."

In her room we stopped and stared at each other. This was a new game, and we both felt it. Then she slowly took off the top she'd hurriedly dressed in. I took my clothes off too, and my throbbing cock bobbed between us. She stood there, a beautiful sight. Her small breasts put barely a curve on her chest, but her nipples stood up, already firm. Her pyjama pants came down slowly over her slim legs. She was slim from top to bottom - her hips were hardly wider than her waist. Her bush was very dark in the dim bedroom light.

She sat on her bed and started to play with herself again. She opened her legs wide. I could see the skin of her outer lips was slightly darker than the honey colour of the rest of her, but her inner lips were pinker. The thick dark curls receded around her lips. She rolled her hips back so I could see all her crack, down to her little anus. As she put her fingers in and out they glistened wetly. She stared at my cock, which had leaked a bit of precum already. I suddenly realised why she stared, and started working my shaft for her.

We played our own duet, she in her increasingly wet pussy, me on my pink shaft. Our breathing got heavier. I lapped up the sight of her fingers thrumming her clit. She rolled her lips from side to side and I could see her juices spreading onto her thighs. It was a great sight, I can tell you. I felt my stomach muscles tense as I tried to hold off - I wanted to come with her. But no, my balls leapt, there was a rippling under my cock and my come spewed out, dripping loudly on her polished floorboards. The sight of my spurting cock clenched in my hand, its head pointing at her, sent her over and she frantically rubbed herself to orgasm, with the same gasp I had got to know.

We still faced each other, breathing heavily. I could make out the clear fluid seeping out of her, and a sweet intoxicating smell. The sight and the smell emboldened me. "Can I touch?" I asked.

She stared. Up to now it was almost the same as last night, but close up. This was a line, to stay behind or to cross.

"Be very gentle," she whispered.

I knelt down and carefully opened her flower. The smell was stronger, and I could notice the spicy smell of the house on her honeyed skin. It was wonderful. Her lips were thick and pink now. I could see her vagina, opening and closing, with the clear nectar seeping out. I touched it. She breathed in suddenly, but pushed her hips up to me more. I put my fingers in and felt around. She put her hand on my head, but didn't stop me. She seemed to like it. Some of her come ran down the back of my finger.

There seemed a soft bulge inside at the top. I felt around it & she gasped. She pushed my face into her groin, which pushed my fingers further in. She rolled her hips more and kept saying "Yes... yes... yes." Turned on now, I got right into it, nuzzling her clit, licking her lips from bottom to top. I could feel her vagina muscles flexing on my fingers.

She wriggled back and forth, up and down. Her pussy juice went everywhere. "Yes... yes... aaahhh." She stretched her lips wide apart with her hands and i thrust my tongue further into her vagina, actually sucking and swallowing her juice. She went from thrusting her bush up to me, to clamping me with her slim thighs as her climax washed over her. I was on top of the world. My cock was taking more interest already, which she noticed. She lay there, breathing hard, watching my bobbing member. "Sit here," she said.

I sat on the bed, one leg tucked under, next to her tummy. She was laid out, head on her pillow. Completely naked, her ribs were easy to make out and her breasts were nearly flat above. Her dark brown nipples stood proud. She looked across, smiled at me and started to pull my cock. My cock loved it. She stared at her hand on my rod as it gripped my shaft and pulled the skin right over the head, or made smaller strokes that kept my helmet in view. While she pleasured me I stroked her beautiful legs and she wriggled her bush with delight. I rustled my fingers through her pubic hair.

The tugging seemed to edge me closer to her, so that in the end my cock-head was over her breasts as she lay on her back. "I'm nearly there," I said.

She gave me long hard strokes, brushing my balls with her hand. My balls rose up and I poured my come out, across her breasts and covering one nipple completely. Strings of come joined my bouncing cock to her chest. She watched the whole thing intently, squeezing my cock as it softened in her grip. She dipped her finger in the pearly fluid and sniffed the very different smell of me.

"Thank you," I gasped. "I've never felt that good. Thank you."

"I liked it too. I've never handled a boy before. It's all so new. Could be fun, though."

"You're my first real girl. You are so beautiful. What's your name? I'm Nick."

"Thien." She said it 'tyen', but with a breathiness around the 't'. A beautiful word.

"Thien, it sounds lovely. Thien, I think I'm in heaven."

She laughed softly, musically. I was puzzled.

"My name means 'angel'," she said. Now I laughed.

"We should clean ourselves up a bit, then would you like to go to heaven again?"

"Oh yes... I would like that a lot."

Angel in the Night 02



This is part of a series. It should stand on its own, but will make more sense if you start at no. 1. Please enjoy; and vote if you like it.

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"Would you like to go to heaven again?"

What a beautiful way to put it, from this beautiful slim girl. A girl I had barely remembered until recently. Now, I knew her name, I knew every inch of her graceful body, I knew the gasp that escaped her as she came. And she knew me

"Oh yes, I would like that a lot." Why did I sound so witless? A clumsy Anglo, in a darkened house with this amazing Asian girl. She was lying back on her bed, her long black hair fanned out over the pillow. She was idly playing with my come spread across her small breasts, pale smears on her dark nipples.

"The bathroom first?" Thien said. "Come with me."

I followed her down the long corridor to the bathroom. In the dusky light I could still make out her graceful figure, from slim legs and boyish hips to her firm round bottom; her long black hair swished above that as she walked. It was poetry in motion.

In the bathroom she bent down to find some face cloths. The line of her bottom, curving round and down her slightly bent leg, belonged to an exotic statue more than a living girl. I thought, I'm having some weird, but wonderful thoughts. Facing the mirror, Thien started to wipe her breasts down. It seemed natural to stand behind her and take over. In the mirror I watched my hands gently wipe over her small breasts with their hard nipples, circling each and feeling the response. Thien sighed and leant against me. I kissed her neck and shoulder. My cock was reacting by now and nudging her perfect buttocks. She wriggled and smiled. My hands crept down her front, paused around her belly button, then rolled over so my fingernails brushed down and into her curly pubic hairs. She leant back harder and spread her legs as her breathing became heavier. With one hand I caressed each nipple or ran fingers up her neck and around her ear, with the other I eased in around her pussy lips, then gently spread them and slid in. By now she was pushing hard against my chest and making tiny whimpering noises. She rocked her shoulders across my chest. My fingers found her inner lips, her clit, the soft opening of her vagina, warm and slippery and wet.

Suddenly she broke away, grabbed my hand hurried us back to her room. The air felt electric in the quiet house. As we got to her bedroom door, we noticed the silhouettes in the glass of the front door...

"My parents!" Thien's voice was barely audible, but it might as well have been a gunshot.

We scrambled into her room. I grabbed my few clothes, using one to hurriedly wipe my semen from the wooden floor. There was nowhere to go now but the window, so I rolled over the sill, completely naked, clothes in one hand. The drop was a bit more than my height (our houses were on a hill and Thien's overlooked ours). I was startled by the cool air and by the fall, but somehow landed on my toes without hurting myself. I steadied myself against the wall and looked up. I could hear indistinct voices speaking Vietnamese, then my t-shirt sailed out the window and settled on my face. I had dropped it in the mad exit. Pressed against the cold bricks, I silently willed the Phuongs to say goodnight to their daughter and go to bed. And if someone had come to my window and seen me naked and trespassing... I really don't know what I'd have done.

Safe at last in my room, a torrent of emotions rushed through me. Weeping fear of being caught (remember I'm still a shy 18 year old!) jostled alongside exultation at my escape; the wonder of Thien's glorious body lying on her bed, her spicy smell, then the excitement of my first handjob, of licking her to shuddering climax. Her magical walk in the dark, in the nude, her figure in the mirror, then that gentle seduction - almost. Tenderness, joy, a slight ache in my cock and the memory of her little hands, the feelings rolled and tumbled over each other. I didn't sleep much.

Next morning, standing in our corridor, my sleepy eyes saw her walking in front of me again, with her slightly wiggling bottom and long swishing hair. I blinked and she was gone, but I was rattled. This happened again: I could see every line and movement of her slim figure whenever I closed my eyes, and almost with them open.

This went on for a few days. I was too taken aback to do much more than wonder, that was amazing, wonderful, did it really happen? At night, the windows next door gave nothing away. Until five days after.

A tiny note, taped to a corner of my window. "The swings. Now."

Did I need any more encouragement? I was out of the house and down there.

Not far from our houses there was a small cemetery. Bizarrely, the council had installed a small playground at one end of it. Although there were several things to play on, it was always called The Swings. They were good strong swings, that even a sturdy teenager could use to get some height before sailing off into the grass. Thien was there, standing in the twilight.

She pounced, grabbing my arms and kissing me urgently. She kissed my chin, my lips, my cheeks, my eyes. She held me close and pulled my head down to hers. Her breath was spicy, panting slightly. Her hips were against mine. She led my hand up under her blouse and I could feel her small firm breasts moving with her breathing.

"Touch me," she said, putting my other hand around to her skirted bottom. She was insistent, demanding. My fingers scrunched up the fabric to feel bare skin - Thien had no panties on; even outdoors I could feel her wriggles and the heat from her crotch. "Thien, we're in a playground!" I stammered.

"Yes! Do you know how much it's turning me on? I've gone crazy since you came over that night. All I can think about is coming, and making you come. Then I was here the other night, and I don't know what happened, but I needed to feel myself. I sat on the swing, could put my fingers inside - it was such a turn-on! In public! In the open! Like when... I know, I'm crazy..." Her hands had found their way under my shirt, and were brushing my nipples, making me gasp. She pushed her mound against my thigh. It was turning me on, too, also terrifying me. I wanted to feel her heat again, her wet entrance... but here? Even at night the streetlights lit up the playground. I had an idea.

I led her over to a park bench. It was on the edge of the lit-up area. I sat down and she sat on my lap, legs spread, facing me. Her scent wafted up to me, mixing with the smell of her hair. Again she kissed my face, my ears, my hair, giving me tiny bites as well. She ground her hips urgently against me. I stroked her beautiful firm cheeks and thighs, but it was hard to reach inside.

"Turn around," I whispered.

Thien looked blank for an instant, then smiled the naughtiest smile I've ever seen on a girl's face - though I did come to recognise that look of desire later on! She slid off me then positioned herself facing away. Her skirt was pushed up so her bare thighs were against my shorts and legs. She leant back on me and sighed as my fingers crept around her legs and into her special place.

It was perfect. I could tease her with fingertips or nails, brushing up from her knees towards her cleft, then starting on top of her thighs and almost sliding down into her pubic hair. She rocked and whimpered as I felt her need rising. She gasped when I found her soft outer lips and gently pulled them apart from both sides. Her fluids leaked out over my fingers as I brushed the folds of her inner lips. One hand moved down to her vagina, following the heat exuding from her. Her hand rested on mine as I slid into her willing hole. She moved my other hand over her clit and pushed it there. I could feel it rigid and ready. Part of my mind was thinking, this is unbelievably sexy, another part was saying ARE YOU SERIOUS? It's a park! A public park!

Thien sat still now. She hung her head down so her hair shrouded her face. Only her heavy breathing and her hand brushing mine gave away her oncoming climax. Also the heat from her thighs tensing against mine. "Oh, oh, oh!" she said, then that gasp I knew and loved. As she came she threw her head back and her hair flicked over me. I could see her tiny breasts heaving, see her hand clutching mine in her slippery hot cleft. Her come soaked my fingers. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of relief on her face as she leant back on me. 

Her hand slipped down to the bulge in my shorts and she absently stroked it. My cock twitched in its prison of clothing. Thien laughed her musical laugh. She burrowed into my shorts and exposed my cock to the evening air. It stood up between her legs and she laughed again.

"I've got a dick now! Mmm feels nice!" She stroked it up and down with her tiny hand. It felt so good I wanted to buck. I had to hold her on my lap and try not to heave her off. She stared down at my shaft as worked the skin.

"So hard and soft. Hard inside but a soft skin. It's going redder. Oh! A drop came out! Is that wee?" She was as curious as a child.

"It's precum. Sort of clear, before the white stuff."

Thien wiped it onto her fingertip and sniffed it. "Hmm, smells like..." She tasted it. "Salty." She went back to stroking my cock. I saw stars.

"You can try the white stuff soon!" I gasped. Thien just stared down as she slid her hand up and down. My cock sent tingles through my hips. As I twitched I could feel her hips on mine, feel her leaking cunt wetting the base of my shaft. She pulled my skin up over the head and down between her thighs. My cock throbbed with pleasure. "Oh, I'm close..."

"Make my dick come! Spurt for me! Come! Oh, wow!!"

A great twitch, then my come shot out of my cock, as high as Thien's fringe, an arc of pearly white. Another spurt as far as her knees. As she stroked, more dribbled out of the cockhead and over her fingers. She was fascinated. "Stroke some more" I mumbled. She did and a last spurt ran out and down the softening skin. The salty smell came up beside her scent.

"That was amazing! So much! So far! I want to do that again! You are good. So good for me."

"Oh Thien, that was pretty good for me too! And I'd love to do it again, but you might have to give me a few minutes to recover! You're... you're wonderful." All I could do was sit there on the bench. One hand gently brushed Thien's calf. Thien idly played with my cock, sticky from her juices as well as mine. She rolled the soft skin in her fingers. We both knew it wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.

"This is fun." She looked up and around the playground. "I used to play here, and now I am again. I remember... the bushes were bigger. There used to be a see-saw. Often there were heaps of kids, all making a noise, I remember it as always sunny. I was a quiet little Vietnamese girl, on a trike. I liked to watch all the kids play. I played when it was quieter, I copied the other kids so I knew what to do. And I liked to ride my trike on the path round the outside. Round and round. Past the parents, sitting here. I remember now, there was a double crack in the concrete path. If I leant forward as I rode over them, the jolts felt nice, between my legs." She paused. "I used to touch myself sometimes. Sitting on the trike it was easy. Then one day, I saw another girl doing it - she had a blue patterned dress, her hand in her pants. Near the swings over there. Her mother came over and slapped her arm. Hard. Her face, she... looked so surprised. Then she cried. She howled. I think her mum took her away. And I knew then, you didn't do that. It was... bad or something." I felt her tensing with the memory. I wanted to hug her.

"So I didn't. No touching, no naughty stuff. Didn't talk about it. My friends didn't bring it up, it was a nothing. In high school I had one or two crushes, and those awkward lessons about "relationships" but, I didn't do 'that'." Thien's voice was so soft, if my face wasn't buried in her long scented hair I would have been too far away to hear. Then she laughed. I love her laugh.

"Till uni! Then I was in a women's group in First Year. We went to a "Women's Talk" and this crazy lady said we should all do it, as a political act against the patriarchy. In public, everywhere. If she saw me now! At the Swings!"

"So... did you..?"

"Well, no. I sort of, couldn't after all those years. But there was another girl there, her name was Talaya. Pretty quiet and reserved too. Middle-eastern maybe? I don't know how it started but we found out we were both the same, complete virgins but curious. We talked, we had a few drinks, then I was in her room somehow. We'd made some sort of pact, to explore ourselves - hey, it moved!"

I jolted up and looked around. Unbelievably no one had passed on this warm night, but I was still jittery. "What moved?"

"You did! Your dick moved - my dick moved. Are you liking the idea of two girls in a room together??" She had caught me out totally; the idea was exciting me. My Thien and this other girl - Talaya was an unusual name - sitting on the bed, undressing, touching...

"There it goes again! A bit harder already. I can pull the skin down now. Keep thinking those thoughts!" She stroked my stiffening cock, which responded by bobbing. Tingles spread from my hips, mixed with the sensation of her skin on mine. Suddenly she twisted around on my lap and gave me the second-naughtiest smile I've ever seen on a girl's face. Or maybe the naughtiest.

"I need a cloth. Take your underpants off!"

"Thien! You're not serious!"

"You wanna bet? Come here now!"

She led me between some bushes planted as a screen against a paling fence. The ground was covered in she-oak needles; it was surprisingly soft. She pushed my shoulders down. "Get them off. Quick!" she hissed.

I wriggled out of my shorts and jocks. Thien urged me further up behind the bushes. There was a tiny scrap of discretion left in her. She took my jocks, brushed them on some dewy grass nearby, and wiped down my cock and balls, which had become tacky while she had told me her story. The cold damp cloth surprised me and I gasped. Thien only laughed again, and smiled.

I was lying back, propped up on my elbows. She was crouched between my knees, holding my steel-hard cock. Without taking her eyes off mine, she leant down and kissed the head. It was the faintest sensation, but I nearly bucked again. I think I moaned. She licked the underside. I did moan. She kissed and sucked the head, staring into my eyes all the time. Crouched over my cock, bobbing slowly on it, she ran her hands up my legs and under my t-shirt.

Every nerve of my skin screamed with pleasure. Her little hands sent electric shocks through me. Her lips and sometimes teeth tickled and teased my shaft I could feel the cool ground underneath me, feel my face getting flushed. My muscles tensed and relaxed without my control. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight, my beautiful Thien sucking my reddening cock. She lifted her head and whispered, "Are you close? Tell me when you're close." She smiled her naughty smile and let a dribble of her spit slip out and over my cockhead. Then she bent and sucked it up.

The look of her shiny spit linking her lips to my cock, the smell, the lush wetness almost made me explode. I was grateful I had come earlier. She tickled my balls and ran a finger down to my anus and scratched lightly. "You liked that!" She said "I felt you twitch in me. Are you coming? Is your come going to spurt out of my dick?"

"Your dick? Oh Thien, oh fuck you are incredible, this feels so good, and your talk! You can have my dick. Take it all. Take my balls my cock my head my come... Oh fuck I'm close, I'm coming!!"

Thien had worked this out. She gave me a last suck then furiously rubbed my shaft with one tiny hand, with the other she cupped my balls and somehow pushed her finger into my anus. I clamped her finger as my balls lifted and come arched out of me, in front of her face and down onto my shuddering torso. A second spurt shot up a short way then down across her fingers, still pumping me. A third spurt dribbled out and over my wrinkled foreskin. 

Strange to say, Thien had the tenderest look as she studied my now-shrinking cock. As it softened in her hand she bent over and kissed the creamy head, licking just a bit of my come into her mouth. She looked at me.

"Oh Thien, fuck, you're, you're wonderful... sexy..." I wasn't making much sense.

"I love giving you this pleasure. I love playing with my dick. One day, one day I'll suck your come out, but tonight I want to see it." Oh don't worry. I can wait.

"Thien," was all I could say, but she understood. She moved up and lay on top of me, but not before wiping me down with the well-used jocks. She stared into my eyes. Her long hair fanned over her shoulders.

"Thien, I think I'm falling in love with you." I had no idea where that came from, it just came out.

"And me for you. Love, or crazy feelings."

"Here, under the bushes, at night, with you, is perfect."

"So good with words! You sound like Vietnamese poetry."

"You are Vietnamese poetry." She poked me and lay her head on my chest. She was smiling. I stroked her black hair in the dim light. For how long? Who knows.

"Tell me about you and that other girl, Talaya was it?"

Thien laughed. "That, dear Nick, is another story!"



Angel in the Night 03



This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and write a comment if you like.

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I was on another planet. Or in heaven.

Thien, who I couldn't remember a week or so back, had taken me on such an adventure. From awkward virgin, to petting each other (and ourselves) to my first blowjob, with a touch of anal, which happened to be in a nearby park. Even when I told myself what had happened, and relived every second (several times), I still didn't believe it. Thien's name meant "angel" in Vietnamese, and in my weirder moments I wondered if she was in fact an angel visiting me.

So imagine my surprise when she appeared over our fence. I was helping mum put the washing on the line.

"Hello Mrs Watson, I'm Thien, from next door. Do you remember me?" I nearly collapsed.

"Why Thien! How nice to see you! And haven't you grown up!" (Oh yes mum, you have no idea.) "You're at uni now aren't you, and doing well I hear from your parents." (You know the parents?? I really am going to faint now.) "You remember Nick don't you? Only a bit younger than you I think." (Mum, I'm not here. I've disappeared into a hole in the ground.)

"Err, hi, um, Thien." Angel? Angel?? A demon, more likely. I could tell she was loving my torture.

"It's a bit quiet at home here. I was wondering - if Nick's finished all his chores - if he might like to go out for a coffee?" She gave us a wonderful smile. Oh Thien, I'm going to pay you back for this. Somehow.

The cafe was pretending to be urban grunge, with odd chairs and tables and ragged posters carefully stuck on the walls. Not busy. Luckily they forgot the inner-city arrogant waiters. The coffee and cake actually was pretty good. Thien smiled calmly across the table at me, completely in control.

"Your face when I looked over the fence. I won't forget that look for a long, long time!" She laughed her musical laugh.

"You are in big trouble! I don't know what, but I'll think of something. How could you? In front of my mother! Brazen!"

"Just being a good neighbour. Besides, I needed to know if she knew what... was happening. We can't hide this for long you know, but I think it's still a secret."

"I think it must be obvious something's happened to me. Everything feels mad and wonderful. And I keep seeing you, in my house, your hair, your walk..."

"Same for me. I lie on my bed and I can feel your hands on my chest or my thighs."

"Careful, Thien! Don't start!"

"But I promised you the story, of Talaya." I thought she'd brushed my leg by accident, but her bare foot up between my thighs, just as she spoke, was not by chance. I wasn't holding my cup, so I didn't drop it. My fingers dug into the table top.

In a public cafe, she was stroking my balls with her foot. It felt fantastic. And scary, which made it more fantastic. I tried to look normal.

"It was a Women's Night at the Union. Guest speakers, pamphlets, uni politicians. Free entertainment, free condoms. No guys that night. And discount drinks. One of the speakers was a crazy lady with bright clothes, not black like all the others. She talked about the joy of self-sex, I think she called it. It was an act to "reclaim our bodies". I remember she had a slide show of many many women, mostly naked, with one hand down between their legs. Enjoying themselves. Then she put her own hand down over herself - outside her pants thankfully.

"Well, you know about me and sex, about not touching, just - nothing. But the pictures, so many women, all touching, all happy; I felt something inside. Then she started on herself! She shouted, "Come on girls!" Or something. I couldn't look. I looked away; that's when I caught someone's eye. We both were, well, embarrassed. We both got the giggles.

"Later in the night they played videos. "Xena, Warrior Princess" and something else old, a police lady with big hair. I was at the bar between episodes and there was the girl I'd seen before. We had another laugh together, we got talking. Turns out, she was just like me in many ways. No sex. No thought of it. No brothers with cocks to see. She was Middle-eastern I think, so maybe, it wasn't discussed. 

"We watch Xena and cheer the bad acting. We talk and talk and talk. About family, courses, life, clothes. Our bodies. We have another drink, then another. I don't know when, but we made a pact, to explore our bodies, and tell the other one what we found. Yeah, pretty mad, but it made sense at the time."

"Suddenly it's really late. No more buses home for me. Talaya shared a house not so far away, so we caught a taxi to her place. All I remember of the trip is her teaching me "I am Woman" while we waited outside for the cab. I am woman, hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore!

"At her house we stumbled around and she took the cushions off the couch. She put them in her room and put the heater on. I sat on the cushions. She was sitting on the bed. We stared at each other. "This is it, isn't it," she said. We knew it was. The exploring.

"She put on this Middle-eastern music and started to dance. The music had long flowing lines, and that's how she moved. She swirled and spun, even shook her hips like a belly dancer. she wore a longish skirt , she could make it swing one way then the other with the music. She stretched her arms up, then slid them down her front and sides . She had long hair like me, and she rolled her head round to make it swing, like willow branches. When she turned off the main light her bed light put shadows and lights across her arms. It was the most beautiful, sensuous thing I've seen in my life. 

"And the music! Haunting, longing music from far away countries. I found out later what was playing. It's called an oud, a bit like a guitar. The music and the dance was just right together."

Thien paused. Her foot tucked under my balls paused. She had a faraway look as she remembered. I had heard an oud played before, so I had an idea of what she was saying.

"She dance and dance. For how long, I don't know. Then in the middle of it she just moved her hands up in the dance and took off her top, over her head. She came down and undid her bra. I saw my first boobs for real, big and round, rolling free. Big dark nipples. She wore a gold chain that lay across her collarbone and it glinted as she turned. Her skin and her eyes, her graceful hands, they were magic. She danced like a goddess from ancient times. Her shoulders rocked, her boobs swung when she danced. Not like mine."

"Yours are wonderful," I interrupted. She blushed slightly. She's a bit self-conscious about them, I realized.

"I remember my nipples tingled when I saw hers. She put her hands out to me. I got up and danced to that music. We danced together, my little boobs facing her big ones. It just seemed natural to take my top off. Talaya just nodded with her eyes half-closed.

"My bra. Do I take it off? Part of me said, oh yes, part of me was horrified. Talaya's smile settled it. I took it off. She said, "Thank you. It's my decision to do this, but it's easier when you're with me." I couldn't say anything.

"She brushed her boobs, stroked them and lifted them. The gold chain danced on top. She held her nipples between her fingers. She stroked her chest and neck. She was so sexy. She rolled her hips around, forwards, back. Then she sat down and rolled her head slowly back. She was running her hands up her skirt by now. I could faintly smell her sweat, and another smell, arousal.

"I was in jeans, sitting opposite. Suddenly I wanted to be part of this. I stood up and took my jeans off. She slid her skirt off. We stared at each other, then slowly, together, slid our panties off. I'll never ever forget that, her dark bush and mine, her boobs rising and falling, her mouth open. Her scent, my scent. Then we sort of, did the same things. She opened her legs, I opened mine. She spread her pussy lips - they were bigger than mine. We found our clits - hers small for such a bigger pussy. And the little hood over it. She said it was so sexy to watch me as well as touch herself. It was for me too. All those years, now I knew, this was how it should be. It should be pleasure for me. We laughed, we said 'fuck' and 'cunt' and 'arse'. 

"Then Talaya just started strumming her clit. Just like that. I had to get closer, so I knelt in front of her. And I started to stroke her legs, they were so smooth. She was sighing with pleasure. Then she lifted her legs up so I could see and smell her whole pussy. Her hairs came down her lips and curled gently around her anus. She took my hand and put it on her crack, down low. She was pushing it down, while her two fingers worked her clit. She was panting, and I was getting hot too. Her pussy lips had got bigger and thicker; I spread them and watched the inner lips getting pulled by her fingers on her clit. Her vagina was moving, opening, so wet. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Inside," she breathed. "Fuck me with your fingers." She was panting by now. I crawled my hands inside her thighs and slid one finger in. It went in so easy... I could feel the walls of her vagina, they seemed to widen inside, so I put two fingers in. Talaya was loving it, making whimpering noises.

" I put a finger on her anus, it seemed to be flexing, moving as well. I pushed and it went in. Her eyes opened wide, then squeezed shut as she came. She started to scream, then just froze with her mouth open. Then this huge gasp. Her juices came out, so clear like your precum, and she smelled different. she lay back on the bed, laughing and thanking me. That's why I thought you might like my finger too. You're a lot bigger than Talaya."

"I have to say I was pretty surprised, but yeah I liked it. In fact, it was incredible."

"So. That was last year, and you're my first boy. Good timing!" Thien spoke absently, as if to herself. She was reliving that night. It gave me a chance to really study her. (I know, I should have before now, but we'd been too caught up with... our activities.) She was slim all over, a slim figure, small face and hands, small mouth, skin a beautiful honey colour. Long jet-black hair. What was startling were her eyes: dark brown, they changed with her mood, dreamy then intense, naughty then tender.

"Now I've got myself excited talking about it. Come with me!" She pulled me out of my seat. Somehow I managed to pay the bill before she dragged me out of the coffee shop and up a lane beside it, which led out of the shops. Suddenly she stopped and swung round to me. She pulled my head down and kissed me fiercely, deeply, her tongue searching over my tongue and teeth. I could feel her fierce breath on my cheek, I could see her long eyelashes. She seemed to calm down slightly, pulled away and whispered, "Em yeu anh. I love you."

A few minutes walk from the shopping street will take you up a nearby hill. Too steep and uneven to develop, it was made a park when the area turned from farms to housing. It had grassy slopes up to irregular rocky ledges and even had some remnant trees and bushes. Thien hurried us up a track, looking back at me intently at frequent intervals. The track led up through bushes and around to a low ledge, about seat height. It was in the full sun and had a view across the neighbourhood. Somehow private and open at the same time. Thien's intensity, her hurry, her grip on my hand was making me uneasy.

"Look Thien, something's up I can tell. Whatever it is, if you don't want- "

"Oh, I want. I want so much. I want you." She held my hands and stared into my eyes. She gently sat me down on the warm stone. I looked up and had to close my eyes against the sun behind her hair. I felt her breath as she came in and kissed me again, gently, lovingly. She stroked my head as she kissed my mouth and rolled her tongue around inside. Her warm hands and the warm sun were matched by a lazy breeze across my skin. "Em yeu anh," she whispered again.

"Thien, em yeu anh." 

She laughed softly, musically. "You're silly. I say 'em yeu anh', you say 'anh yeu em.'"

"Just kiss me."

"Oh, I will, you watch!" 

She tugged at my shorts. I had half-expected this before, then thought otherwise with all the intense looks and her odd mood, then her kisses had completely distracted me. "Thien!" I said but already was easing them down. The hard grainy stone was warm to my bare skin.

She had been standing between my legs, now she knelt down. She stared at my cock, swelling under the sunlight and her gaze. She brushed it gently and it sprang up. "My dick, to play with," she smiled. Staring into my eyes, she bent down and sucked the head into her mouth. It felt fantastic. She licked slowly down the underside, brushing her nose against the top. She licked each ball - something that would normally make me anxious after a few sporting accidents "down there", but this felt wonderful. Tingles and stars shot from them down my legs and up my torso. She licked up my shaft, then pushed her tongue into the hole in the top - where did she get her ideas? She paused to whisper to me.

"Em yeu anh."

"Anh yeu em." Speaking was tricky but I even managed the grammar. "God, Thien, that feels fantastic. I don't know how long I'm going to last..."

"Come when you want, lovely boy." She was rolling her tongue around the head while her little hands pulled the skin up and down the shaft. Her falling hair tickled my thighs, the sun warmed my bare skin. I was in heaven, and time seemed to slow down.

How long was she there, giving me such pleasure? I still have no idea. 

I felt a familiar urging in my cock, it seemed to get harder still. My thighs tensed Thien could tell I was close and she gave me long strokes down to my balls. My balls rose up. She paused as I spurted my come into her mouth. Her lips were closed over my cockhead as she took it in. When I stopped and lay back, breathing hard, she looked into my eyes. She had her naughty look.

Still bent over my cock, she smiled and opened her mouth slightly. My creamy come trickled across her lips and down my cock, mixing with her spit and shining in the sunlight. It cascaded over the head and her little hand, still holding the shaft. The sight excited me and one last little shot rose out and joined the sticky streams pooling in my pubic hair and trickling around my balls. My cock seemed to shrink back and relax against her hand, spent and satisfied. God I love this girl.

In a surprisingly matter-of-fact way, Thien let go of my cock, spat on her hand and wiped it on the grass. She sat back on her heels and stared at me. I gazed back, enjoying the afterglow of coming, the sun, the sight of my Angel sitting there, even the sticky mess as it started to dry out.

Something was still brewing inside her. She knelt up and pulled me up to a sitting position. She gently cupped my cheek with her hand, stroking my lips with her thumb. The softest touch I can remember. I mouthed 'anh yeu em' to her and she smiled briefly. 

"Lovely Nick, lovely Nick. I will have you, and you will have me."

We did not say a word for the whole walk home. 



Angel in the Night 04



This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy; as always your comments are welcome. 




It seemed as if Thien had had enough sex, and just wanted to talk. I was happy to talk, happy to be part of whatever game she thought of. But I thought I knew what I wanted...

We went to all the local cafés and chatted. We shared stories, sometimes the same story from different angles, sometimes totally different, out of our respective cultures. I was introduced to Mr and Mrs Phuong, who were very polite but didn't talk much. Not at all really. Mrs Phuong moved gracefully and I could see where her daughter got her beautiful moves from. Coming into the house and down the corridor after my last visit - nude, behind Thien's glorious naked rear - was a challenge. Thien deliberately catching my eye did not make it easier.

I introduced Thien to my parents, who offered us cold drinks on the veranda. And we talked. We talked about everything and nothing. Growing up, friends, family. Hopes and expectations, movies and music. It was slightly odd to hear of myself as "the neighbour", as if I was being observed; which I was.

"Being Vietnamese in an Anglo town, is not that easy," Thien said one day. We happened to be in the same café where I heard about Talaya and their sexual awakenings. "Many many people, they're not hostile to us, but not friendly. People would sometimes stare, which is very bad manners to us. I always remember your parents: your mum was very kind. I remember you! You were so polite, you didn't look up at all. I thought what a nice boy you were, especially for an Anglo. It was years and years later, I realised you were just shy!" That musical laugh again. Thanks, Thien.

"I don't remember that at all. Are you sure it happened?"

"Of course! That's when I used to listen for you in the back yard. You would always help with the washing and the heavy lifting. So then I knew you were a nice boy." Now I'm glad mum made me help all those times.

"I was always in the back yard. I loved the outdoors. Loved the sun. It's funny, my school friends hated it. My uni friends ignore it. But I feel good when I'm in nature. And that's where you were: always outdoors." True, that.

"You know, I used to sunbake topless? Only when my parents were still at work. Sometimes when you were just over the fence!" 

Oh the agony! If I'd only thought to have a look! "Thien, you torture me!"

"I haven't started! I found a tiny gap in the fence palings. I was curious about how much you used the hose. You were washing surfboards and wetsuits... and you remember what else?"

"Did you see me- "

"Oh yes! A few times! I know the system: you came in carrying the board, with the wetsuit hung over it. Your towel was round your neck. You put the board on the grass and the towel and the wetsuit on the washing line, on opposite sides." She had studied this. I started to blush.

"You hosed down the board, the wetsuit, then, you stripped and hosed yourself! Naked in your yard!"

"It seemed easier than having a shower inside. If I'd known- "

"You had a nice body, lean, good arms, but a funny tan. Your bottom was white! And under your arms. What I really noticed was how natural you were. Kind of, not sexy, just natural, with your funny dangling dick, drying yourself off, humming badly."

"I was going to thank you for the compliment, till that last bit."

"You'll get over it! I dunno what I as thinking, but I wasn't thinking sexy. I didn't. I'd turned it off years and years ago, after that little girl got spanked at the playground. I just liked being outdoors. I liked the feel of the air on my skin, that's why I was topless - or later on, after seeing you..."

"Thien! Don't say it, please, I'm begging you!"

"Nothing at all on! Naked, on a towel! Next door! In the sunshine! You just had to look over the fence! Oh Nick, you look like you're going to cry!" She put her little hand on my cheek. You are in so much trouble, 'angel'. Something stirred in me, a sense of purpose.

"You encourage me a lot. To feel free. I noticed you pleasuring yourself one night - you Anglos, you hardly ever notice other people! I was shocked a little bit. But you were so natural, and you had nice arms, I saw it was pleasure for you. Then it was so nice to watch you, you and your dick, through our bedroom windows. After that I'd look out for you. Watching you gave me funny feelings. It seemed to encourage me. Then Talaya started something! Now here I am, I'm going to- " she stopped herself.

We were lost in our thoughts. The same event, with two completely different viewpoints and consequences. It was a lot to think about. Thien sipped her tea.

"I'm teasing. If I heard you coming into your yard, I usually covered up. It didn't happen often. I wish maybe more, now."

I wished too. Wished I'd not been an awkward shy boy, with this amazing girl next door. Next door! But if I'd been louder, brasher, would she have liked me? Don't all girls love the bad-boy rock stars? Or do they? I've no idea, really. What do I wish? I wish... suddenly I had a plan. Now I know why I put thongs on instead of my usual sandals.

I silently slipped off the thongs. I had to do this perfectly, I only had one chance. If something on my face gave me away, I wouldn't even have one chance. I lifted my leg, noting where the table legs were. It was crucial that nothing gave away my surprise attack. I extended my leg, I judged I must be past her knees now, this is gonna be good...

Thien knew nothing until my toe brushed her inner thigh. Her short summer skirt gave her no defence. My sneak attack was almost at the target already. Her eyes went round, her jaw dropped, her thighs clamped onto my foot, preventing me from withdrawing.

She glared at me. Those eyes! So much emotion in them! But I had the advantage. I was the one laughing this time.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"As far as I can see, I'm having a cup of tea with an attractive neighbour." I tried hard not to smirk. I wriggled my toes slightly, and got a response.

"Nick, you'd better not..." But she could see it was inconsistent if she could do it to me and not me to her. She still glared furiously, but her thighs were telling a different story. She was not in control, and it rattled her. "When did you last wash your feet?"

"Showered this morning. In the shower." Each little wriggle was answered by her thighs parting slightly. I very gently eased in. I was imagining them under the table, in their short skirt. Did she have white panties? I hoped so. "I'm sitting with my attractive, gorgeous neighbour. I'm the envy of every man in the cafe. I'm sitting opposite my own piece of Vietnamese poetry." I can lay it on thick if I need to. My foot kept stroking her soft skin.

Thien finally smiled. She might even have slid forward on the seat slightly, as suddenly I had reached her precious cleft. I gently rustled her pubic hairs through the cotton. I could just sense a few that were outside the fabric, against my toes. She closed her eyes, her mouth hung open slightly. She opened her thighs more.

"You're a dog, you know that?" Her voice was husky.

As an answer I wriggled my big toe between her pussy lips. They were growing bigger and softer with my caresses. I could feel her heat and the start of some dampness. I brushed up and down her slit, up and down.

"Open wider. I want more of you. I want your clit. I'm going to rub your clit, rub you to the edge."

Her eyes narrowed, but she obeyed. 

"Your thighs want it. Your lips want it. Your clit wants it. I'm going to give it to you, right here." Who the hell was speaking? Me? But it felt good. It felt great. In command.

"Fucking dog," was all Thien could manage. Her head was down now, her breathing heavy. She started to squirm against my toe, buried now in her slit. I could just feel the hard button of her clit through the damp fabric. I brushed my nail against it and she gasped.

"You're so aroused, you're hot, you're ready. Are you ready? Ready to come? Right here?" I was giving orders rather than asking her.

"Oh yes, Nick, I need to come. I need you. But please not here, take me somewhere, take me." She was nearly whimpering. Her scent came to me.

Outdoors. She loved the outdoors. I loved her enough not to humiliate her. I suddenly stopped, stood up, took her hand and led her out. As I paid she stood in silence with her head down, hair a curtain around her face. We hurried out and into the lane where she had kissed me so tenderly. This was the place, I realised.

A little further along was a yard with a wire mesh fence. There was a gate with a step up to it. I pulled her there. "Up on the step. Face the gate." Was this me talking?

Thien readily agreed. She spread her arms and clutched the wire mesh. I came up behind her and grabbed her hard. The extra height put her slim body at exactly the right level. One arm was around her middle, one hand was snaking under her dress. My hard cock was pressed against her buttocks.

"Can you feel that? Feel my cock, feel my hands? My hands going inside you?" I pulled her panties aside and felt the wet folds of her pussy.

"Dog. You dog. Oh, fuck." She leant hard against me. Luckily I have some strength in my legs or we would have gone down.

As my fingers found their way between her pussy lips I kissed and bit her neck. She tossed her head but my arm had her pinned. I tucked a finger in her vagina as I rubbed her clit. She was panting and her legs seemed to weaken against my thighs. She was so wet my fingers moved easily.

She didn't last long. As I dragged my teeth down her neck I felt her shudder and heard the gasp I knew so well. "Oh, oh, Nick... oh fuck, oh Nick, in me! Fuck... I'm..." She panted as she came.

She said my name as she came. A rush of tender feeling came over me as I relaxed my grip on her. She was still gripping the wire, scoring her hands with it. She turned around. She looked astonished. Her hair was a mess.

"OHHH, Nick! Nick, my love! Thank you! Oh, thank you for being so good." She hugged me tight, face buried in my neck. Was she sobbing? I noticed I had torn her t-shirt when I had bitten it.

We stood there, her arms tightly round my neck, my arms gently round her waist. She is so slim. Her breathing slowed, calmed. As if on cue, a little old lady appeared in the lane, pulling a little wheeled basket. As she passed us she smiled at the two young lovers, demurely embracing. Can I thank you ma'am, for not turning up one minute earlier.

Thien looked up. She had been crying. "Thank you Nick. Thank you." I kissed her wet cheeks, only slightly puzzled by all the thank you's. It was  simply not the time to ask. We stood. We embraced.



Angel in the Night 05



This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and votes and comments are welcome. Nick and Thien finally...




I got a postcard. Proper stamp and all. 

"You are invited to a special picnic. Saturday, 12 o'clock, we will pick you up. Yours, Thien." This was a bit odd. A written invite, to a picnic? Why not just yell over the back fence?

That's how I replied, to Mrs Phuong later that day. I bought a nice Riesling and had it chilled ready. I had absolutely no idea what to expect after our cafe trip earlier on, when I took advantage of her.

I didn't actually know if Thien could drive; that topic had never come up, so I was puzzled by that part of the note as well. I found out on Saturday when a creaky old car pulled up and two Asian girls stepped out.

"Hello Nick, I'd like you to meet Thuy. Thuy is my very best friend. She gives me lots of good advice and she knows everything about me." Everything?

Her name was said "tuwee" but with the same breathy T sound as Thien. I liked the sound of it, but I wasn't sure of the name's owner. She was appraising me, like a horse-buyer checking a colt. And how much of 'everything' did she know? But let's be polite; Thien thinks I'm a nice boy, at least I think she does...

"Hello Thuy, it's nice to meet you."

"Thuy is lending us her car today. She's also kindly going to drive us. She knows a perfect picnic spot. She'll drop us off, do some errands and then pick us up. How good is that?" Too good, was my first thought, what's going on here; but then thought, c'mon, give her a break.

"Thanks Thuy, that's really generous. It sounds like a lot of trouble for you."

"Not really. I'm visiting a friend not far away, and I can get some shopping done. No trouble." Her voice was deeper than Thien's, but had the same musical lilt. Mostly she was the opposite of Thien: her hair was short and dyed when Thien's was long and black; she was a bit plump and more endowed than Thien; her eyes roamed around but they did not show her emotions. Thien had a gaze that held you like a netted fish.

I offered the wine and a dessert from the freezer. Thien appreciated the dessert and the right drink to go with it. We got into Thuy's car, which had a wonderful old vinyl and motor oil smell. A smell to remember.

I was in the back, the girls in the front. They started to chat rapidly in Vietnamese, I was sure I was the subject of the talk. Then Thien said, "We should speak English." She almost said "Engris", which made me smile. I spoke English, they spoke a mixture, but we all enjoyed the drive.

Thuy drove well. The car, being older than she was, was in no hurry but managed to keep up with the highway traffic. Not very far from town we came to a large inlet, in fact an ancient flooded valley that opened to the sea some distance downstream. We arrived at Brooklyn.

Not that Brooklyn. This Brooklyn has about a hundred houses, a marina and a huge railway bridge. I guess it was the settlement for the workers who built the bridge, with the name being a joke: at the time there would have been nothing but wilderness all around. Thuy took us through the place and up the hill above it. She stopped at a small car park. The sign said,

DEAD HORSE BAY WALKING TRACK. No Dogs Allowed. 

Seriously. I found the picnic case, Thien took a backpack.

Thuy started in Vietnamese until Thien squinted at her. In English she said, "Down the trac', then you go leff. You see a ledge, you go up. You there." She had a huge smile.

"Good good. Now you go, quick quick!" Their English had been damaged by all the Vietnamese chit-chat.

"Three hours. See you la'er, little sista!"

The directions were good. They led us to a broad ledge of sandstone, with a slight slope of warm grass behind it. We were surrounded entirely by bushland, with a view across the water. The sun shone, there was no breeze. In the distance a train rolled over the bridge, then disappeared into a tunnel. That and the far-off seagulls were the only sound. It was a small piece of paradise. Thien unrolled a camping mattress and put a towel over it.

The picnic was worthy of the scene. Spring rolls, dumplings, special meatballs that we ate with fragrant rice, all wrapped in a lettuce leaf. We fed each other. My Riesling was still cool enough and we sipped each other's drinks. Thien's hair shone in the sunlight. Her smile made time slow down for me. She laughed, I laughed. We sat, leaning back on our elbows, comfortably leaning against each other.

Then Thien stood up. She looked out to sea, thinking. Then she slowly turned around, undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one.

She turned sideways on and flicked her blouse off her shoulders. Staring at me intently, she slid the fabric down. She took one arm out and let the blouse drift to the ground. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps sensuously down over one arm, then the other. She twisted towards me with her head tilted so her hair brushed her bare shoulders. I had a vision of our first meeting, in her room when she stripped for me. That had been at night, but here in the full sun I could see every detail. Her coffee-brown nipples, standing above small areoles on honey-brown skin. Fine downy hair. The faint outline of her ribs, beneath her beautiful tiny breasts. Her belly button on a flat tummy. Her hands slid past it and into her skirt. Her thumbs caught the material and slowly pushed the waistband down. Her hips widened very slightly, then her dark bush appeared. Skirt past her knees, she lifted one leg and swung it out. This exposed her pussy lips and pushed the skirt to her ankles. She stepped out, naked in the sun. She ran her hands up from her thighs, over her breasts and up into her hair, running the strands through her fingers. A goddess. A vision from heaven. The goddess reached her hand out to me.

As I rose, she turned us round slowly so that she sat where I had been. It was my turn to undress. I tried to remember my moves in my own bedroom, so long ago it seemed. I felt such a big clunky Anglo beside this Asian deity, but I had to do my best. Maybe not overdoing it was the trick.

I stood with my shoulders back. I undid my shirt buttons, exposing my chest. I'm fairly slim, with a few muscles here and there, but I got the sense from Thien it was how you moved that made you look good. I spun around and let the shirt tails rise up. I undid my shorts, but my hard-on was in the way. I worked the shorts over it, let them fall to the ground, then, using an old trick of mine, I flicked them up into my hand. I snatched them out of the air and tossed them aside. I pushed down my jocks, exposing my cock standing proud. I flicked them up, grabbed them and tossed them. I turned and stood naked looking out over the ledge, legs apart. I stroked the backs of my thighs and my buttocks. I twisted my arm behind my head and flexed. I looked back to Thien and smiled.

Thien approved. Sitting cross-legged she was stroking her thighs and already had two fingers in her pussy, fondling her clit. Her eyes were half-closed. She was starting to roll her thighs. I knelt down in front of her. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. I breathed in her spicy scent of arousal. She sighed.

I was liking the track we going down, but I was also worried. "Thien, I love this. I love you. I think I know where this is going, but, should we, have... protection?" How clumsy did that sound!

"You lovely boy! It's all right: I've waited this long because I'm now on the Pill. I started after our time on the hilltop. A whole cycle ago. And we're both virgins." Are we? I know I am, but Thien? I always assumed she was experienced, but in fact it was with Talaya at uni, and with me.

"Your, you know, your family culture. Am I the right one? I don't want to make it all wrong- "

Thien laughed, but kindly. "You're silly! It's the same as yours. Used to be very strict, controlling, but nowadays it's more relaxed. Just be discrete."

With that she put a finger on my lips and gently pushed me down onto the towel-covered mattress. She stroked my whole body, from my feet up, over my shins to my thigh muscles, flexing under her touch. Up my torso, carefully avoiding my cock sitting up in the middle, across my chest, rubbing my shoulder muscles hard, then going down the arms simultaneously. She held my hands and stared into my eyes, her eyes full of tenderness and lust (somehow). She stroked up my arms and held my head in both hands. She kissed my lips, pushing her tongue in. Our tongues brushed and re-brushed, I felt her teeth, she felt mine. She tasted faintly of Riesling and exotic spice.

She put down my head gently, then stroked my neck and down my chest, when she got past my waist she gracefully lifted one leg over my face so I was straddled. She put her head at the top of my thigh in the classic 69 position. I could feel her sun-warmed skin near my cheek.

What a sight! Thien's precious centre, all for me. Her tight round bottom above all, with her tiny puckered anus between her cheeks. Her outer lips were puffy and dark with arousal, with a few wispy hairs curling around. Her inner lips were peeping out, impossibly wrinkled. Further on her furry mound was the boundary of this garden of pleasure. I gently parted her outer lips so her inner lips hung free. I saw the most perfect thing.

Her inner lips went up to her clit, standing out as a little white button, but further down, a teardrop formed, a drop of her her crystal-clear fluid. I watched it slowly grow and hang from her lips. The bright light made it glisten. My Thien, her precious nectar, dripping for me.

The drop hung from one wrinkle. I could see sky and honeyed skin through it. I just stared. Thien, who'd been idly pulling the skin of my shaft, sensed I had stopped and she paused.

The drop extended more and was about to fall. I stretched out my tongue and caught it. It was Thien's spicy smell as a drink. Wonderful. I pulled her inner lips apart to reveal pink shiny walls of her juices. My greedy tongue lapped it all up, pushed its way into her vagina so that my chin brushed her clit. Thien gasped and squirmed. I licked her inner lips, her outer lips, I pulled her hairs with my teeth. I ran my hands over her bottom and into her crack. Thien whimpered.

"Nick I have to watch you eat me!" Thien sprang off me, spun around and lowered her crotch onto my mouth. I put my hands up for her to sit on and went back to tasting her sweet fluids. My view now was over her hairy mound, up her slim body to those tiny breasts to her face, gazing down in a halo of shiny black hair. Her face was filled with lust. She murmured my name.

"Ah, Nick I'm getting close..."

"Come for me, Angel. Come in my mouth, love." Thien giggled, hearing her own words.

I could feel her pleasure building up. Her juices were everywhere now, tasting and smelling wonderful. She had been stroking her breasts and legs but now she put her hands down beside my head. She was impossibly curled over, with creases in her tummy and her breasts hanging upside down (barely changing their shape). I had fingers in her vagina and round her anus, my other hand was strumming her clit as she came, gasping and panting. Her thighs quivered and I let her sit on my chest. Her smell was everywhere.

She gave me her naughty look and wriggled her legs down my body, smearing her juices down through my chest hairs. Oh Thien, some angel you are. She lay on me, still breathing heavily. "Nick. So good," she managed after a while. "I want to make love to you."

"Sweet Thien, we are. This is. I've been making love with you for weeks. Don't make yourself do anything more than you want."

"But I want you." Thien propped herself up. "I want you inside me. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you come." She got up on hands and knees.

"Thuy says this is the best way if I'm small and you're big."

Thuy! The "big sista"! Thuy with the car, Thuy who knew this spot. How much had they planned this? I could guess now, she did know everything. She had been looking me up and down before; now I think I know why. She was looking after Thien. If I hadn't made the grade, would the picnic have been cancelled?

Thien was kneeling over my cock. It manfully stayed hard through Thien's climax, but the tender lying had softened it. It didn't take long to respond to Thien's little hand and wet pussy lips.

She rubbed it up and down between her lips, finally positioning it, a long way back I thought. My cockhead could feel warmth and wetness everywhere. She put it in and pushed down. It felt very tight. She frowned.

"If this is hurting, don't do it, Thien."

"It's a surprise, that's all. I'm relaxing, thinking sexy thoughts. I'm thinking of us in the lane outside the cafe. You had me for the taking then. Could have fucked me hard."

"Could I? It was weird, that's for sure. I felt I could've used you and abused you."

"Yeah. Thanks for being so kind. I wasn't sure about the birth control yet, but I would've taken it for you, you had me so turned on. Fucked me against the fence. You dog!" Thien had now started moving up and down on my shaft. It still felt so tight, but fantastic.

"Angel, be careful." She was now tilted over, nearly over my face.

"Nick. I love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you." With each sentence she pushed her way down my pole. She closed her eyes. One tear rolled out. My cock was now buried in her cunt, bone to bone. I thought I'd come straight away, but my concern for my lover had put my pleasure second. Another tear trickled across her cheek.

"Kiss me, boy."

I kissed and kissed. I kissed the tear, her eyes, her lips. "Thien I love you, love you, love your hair, love your walk your smell your breasts your laugh. I love my cock inside you in the sunshine, outdoors..."

"I know, lover boy. I love you. Fuck me gently. I still want to feel you come."

"You won't be waiting long!"

Long, short, I don't know what time we took. When she lay on me I ran my hands over her thighs and felt her cunt lips stretched around my shaft. She sat up and I watched my cock sliding into her furry cunt. 

"I'm getting close."

"Shout."

"Shout?"

"Call out when you come. I want to hear you and feel you. Feel you spurting inside me. Come for me!"

Now I was thrusting into her, so hard her tiny breasts were actually wobbling. "Oh Thien I'm close oh Thien Thien Thieeeeeen!"

I held her hips to mine. My cock launched my semen, a long sustained pulse of come rose from my balls and out of my shaft. Another smaller one followed. The last things I remember were her brown Asian nipples against the sky, her black hair sparkling in the light.

I awoke. Thien was still sitting on me. My throat was dry. Tears had dried in the corners of my eyes.

"Hello lover. Welcome back. I felt your come."

I couldn't talk. I just smiled. She smiled back.

"Drink," I croaked.

She squirmed around, reached over and found the wine bottle. She tipped the bottle to her lips, took some, then bent down to me. Warm white wine slipped over my tongue, reviving me.

"You're still inside me. I've been feeling you shrink and feeling your come leak out. It's thicker than mine."

My Thien. So matter-of-fact sometimes.

"You said my name. That was beautiful, thank you. You looked so fine as you came underneath me. All your muscles stood out. And I've never seen a smile like that on your face! I want to do it again!"

"Thien, I think maybe- "

"But I'm aching a bit now. Maybe tomorrow!" She gave me her naughtiest smile.



Angel in the Night 06



Thanks for getting this far with the adventures of Thien and Nick. You're welcome to start at no.1, or go in here. As always, extra thanks for a vote or a comment!




We had made love.

In the glorious sunlight, in a beautiful secret place of natural bushland, my Thien had ridden me for the first time. Climbed over me, put me inside her, went from tears to pleasure, to joy. Time had been interrupted for me: how long was it? What time was it? I didn't know, didn't care.

Finally we untangled our legs, put just our shirts on and sat side by side enjoying the view.

"Out here, with you, naked, making love, is perfect."

Thien poked me. "Not more Vietnamese poetry!"

"You are my Vietnamese poem. You are a poem walking the earth, a vision."

"You're silly. I'm not. I'm not even good looking."

Woah. Suddenly we were in risky territory. I knew the wrong word could crush her, and spoil the whole day. Why do girls fret about their appearance so much? Don't you realise us guys like you as you are? Wish me luck, everyone...

"You look good. To me, you are everything, you are graceful, lively, intelligent. You are an angel."

"But look at my hips. No hips. I got no tits. And my hair, just straight and black - sometimes I hate it, hate it all." I felt the tension rise. I put an arm around her.

I needed to change the subject. "When is Thuy coming back?"

Thien relaxed a little. "I don't know. She said three hours. I guess we'll see her coming. Funny, when she suggested this picnic I was surprised. I knew she had a boyfriend around here some time ago, So maybe that's who she went to visit. Seems a bit odd though."

"She seems a good friend."

"Oh yes. The best you could have. I trust her completely. I tell her everything and she gives me good advice. About boys especially. She helped me find the doctor for the Pill."

"So you've told her about us?"

"Of course! And about Talaya before you." Lucky girl.

"What will you tell her about today?"

"Well mister, I can't possibly tell you, can I? It's a secret for the girls." She poked and pulled me. "Mr Strong Arms. Mr Hairy Balls. Mr Big Dick."

Someone giggled.

Giggling is that cheerful, carefree sound. Giggling means happy people. When you hear someone giggling it should make you happy and relaxed. Jolly. It made us rigid with tension. Someone was there. Who? Had they seen us? What would they do? Thien leaned against me and I instinctively tightened my arm around her shoulders. I don't think we even breathed.

Some bushes nearby parted, and Thuy stumbled into view. She was smiling but seemed flushed and uncertain. Thien looked astonished, then her eyes flashed fury. Thuy tried to brave it out.

"Hey, sexy sister. Hello Mr Sexy Man!"

"Thuy! What the hell? When – how long have you been there?"

"When Mr Sexy Man stood on the ledge. I can't believe he didn't notice me. Pale, but nice body! Nice cock!"

"But weren't you seeing a friend?"

"You mean Van? He moved away years ago. He showed me this place - and a few others before that. When you talk about this new boy I thought about this place. You wanted a special place for your first time. I wanted my little sister's first time to be perfect in every way." Thuy faltered. She was biting her lip. "Oh Thien, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have watched, but I love you and I wanted it to be the best, especially with this nice boy. I couldn't stop myself. And you, you are so pretty and clever and slim and I am fat and ugly. You are all perfect."

Abruptly Thuy sat down near us and burst into tears. Thien knelt down and hugged her close. They spoke softly in Vietnamese. Thien stroked her hair while she sobbed. Thuy was saying something which Thien seemed uncertain about. There were lots of glances at me. Presently Thien looked up.

"Thuy think you very nice. Very kind to me. She want some." The high emotion and the Vietnamese was spoiling Thien's grammar. "She want you to touch her."

"An toi."

"And, eat her. You want to?"

Seriously? Thuy and me? And Thien would be, I dunno, watching? Looking away? Was this a trick question anyway? I studied Thien's face, hoping to see an answer. She gave me a tender look as she held Thuy in her arms. It was okay. Boy, my Thien can be one naughty angel sometimes.

"I will," Thuy's face brightened. "if Thien and me both do it." Thien's face looked astonished. Thuy was taken aback, so I spoke to her.

"Look, you love her. I love her. She loves you. We should be together. We be kind, and we don't do anything we feel uncomfortable about."

Thien thought, then decided."Okay." My matter-of-fact Thien, did I say I love her?

"This will be beautiful," I assured them.

We sat Thuy down on the cushioned camping mattress. She was breathing heavily, expectantly, with a few gulps from the crying. She was dressed in black jeans with silver studs. She had black layered tops and was wearing black pumps. She had heavy black and purple make-up, now streaked with tears. Pretty incongruous for our bushland setting, really.

I wasn't sure how to start, 'til I noticed a strand of hair over her face. I gently tucked it behind her ear. This led me to stroking her neck. Facing her, I stroked down and across her shoulders. She closed her eyes and I watched her face soften. Her shoulders felt softer too.

Thien was behind her now. I started to lift off one layer of her top. Her arms hesitated, then rose to let me remove it. Thien finished it off. I slipped my hands under her next top, to feel a singlet underneath. As we peeled that off her figure started to take shape. I looked to Thien and nodded. The two of us gently lifted her singlet to reveal a black bra.

She was plump without being fat, a Rubens-esque figure. She had some tummy rolls and there was a bit of weight in her arms, which matched her bigger thighs. 

On my nod Thien unclipped the bra. Thuy's breasts eased slightly. She clamped her arms to her sides, holding the bra up. I leant forward and lightly kissed her on the lips, at the same time pulling the straps down her arms.

Her breasts rolled free. They were quite round, with very pale areoles. Her nipples pointed out to the sides much more than Thien's tiny mounds. I crouched and took one into my mouth. Thuy gasped, but then thrust her chest out to let me suckle both. I could see Thien's hands on her shoulders, her lips on her neck.

With the nipples hardened, I lifted off them and raised an eyebrow to Thien, who seemed to know what was next. She took over, rolling the nipples and squeezing each breast. I was free to kiss and lick my way down Thuy's soft plump tummy, nuzzling her deep belly button and coming to her jeans.

Interestingly, the top button and zipper were already open. Had she been playing with herself while she watched us fucking? I tugged on the waistband. She lifted her hips to let me strip her naked. She let off a musky, earthy, somehow 'thicker' smell; I looked at her knowingly and she grinned. She was stroking Thien's head behind her own, which stretched her breasts up in a beautiful curve.

"So, who got started before this?" I said, stroking her inner thighs and brushing her bush. She wriggled and sighed. Her bush was as dark as Thien's, a little thicker, in a natural strip down between her legs. The striking thing was her hairs were not curly. Nearly straight, they made a pattern that led you into her cleft. Her big outer lips kept the hairy line to her anus. "So sexy," I said, almost to myself. Thuy whimpered.

"You like to hear you're sexy?" She nodded. I noticed Thien's naughty smile. She was now rubbing her nipples against Thuy's shoulders and had her hands stroking her tummy.

"We'll, I'll tell you how sexy you are when I've opened your pussy." She whimpered again. "I'm going to spread your pussy lips and see how much come you've already made without me. I'm going to lick up your old come and make you come again. I'm going to suck your clit." I sucked and she squirmed and cried out. "I'm going to push into your hole." I spread her wide and wriggled my tongue into her vagina. She cried out again. "I'm going to lick your cunt from top to bottom, very inch. Thien will hold you and you'll just have to come and come."

Thuy sounded urgent and she rolled her hips around. As I dived in she writhed and whimpered. I tickled her thighs, I stroked my nails against her buttocks. This seemed to give her extra pleasure, judging by the sound. It gave me an idea.

I lifted her legs right up and indicated to Thien to hold her ankles. This gave me a perfect view of her wide thighs and buttocks, divided by her dark furry pussy and puckered anus. Her pussy lips were slightly raised and prominent. I smiled when I noticed the darker tinted skin around the hole, along with her pussy, made a neat exclamation mark. Take your pleasures where you find 'em, I say.

Now I could run my nails across her thighs and bottom wherever I liked. And she like it too, struggling against Thien, but mewing with pleasure. I criss-crossed the broad smooth skin and brushed the darker area round her lips. I stretched her buttocks apart and bent down to her dark little anus. As I licked around the hole I could feel the skin flexing. I dribbled some spit on it and massaged it with a finger. Again Thuy cried out with pleasure. A mental picture flashed across my mind, one worth sharing.

"You've got a sexy dark hole there. Would you like me inside there? Would you like my hard cock pushing into your hole? You want my cock to open you up, to go in deep. You want to be fucked up there!" Yeah, I was overdoing it, but Thuy was loving it. 

Another thought came to me. Here I am, rimming someone for the first time ever, talking dirty, and it's a girl I only met this afternoon. Doesn't make sense to me either.

With one finger around her anus, I moved the others to her her furry folds and opened her vagina. Her fluids were spreading up and down, her smell was stronger. I pushed my tongue in and worked it between her inner lips and up to her clit. I knew from Thien to be really gentle with clits, so I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. Thuy's vagina rippled on my fingers and her voice went higher. 

"Nick, she's too strong. I can't hold her up." Thien had been watching and enjoying everything, but Thuy's pleasure was straining her little hands. I caught Thuy's legs and lowered them down. Thien then came round and grabbed her heaving breasts while I tapped her clit with my tongue and rubbed the folds around it. Watching us working her body up, Thuy was pretty close to orgasm.

"Ah Thien, ah, ah, con trai..."

"You come soon, Thuy. Feel Thien suck your tits. Feel me rub you clit, feel my fingers in your cunt, so wet and hot and open."

"Ah, ah, Thien, aah aah con traaaaaiiiii!" Thuy screamed as her climax washed over her. Ripples crossed her soft tummy and went down her legs. One hand were stretched out on the grass, one had found its way round Thien's thigh and up into her cleft. She thrust her furry mound up into my face. She seemed to be sobbing with the pleasure.

She calmed down, but kept her hand on Thien's pussy. Thien stretched over to me and kissed me tenderly, a thank you kiss for pleasuring her best friend. The she kissed her friend.

"Oh Thien, please. Can I have him inside? Inside me? Please?" She stroked Thien's thigh.

Thien thought. "Nick, you want to fuck?" 

So fucking matter-of-fact Thien. But her look was of love. I knelt up so my cock swung over Thuy's pussy. I kissed my wonderful, sexy, generous Thien. "Anh yeu em," I whispered. " I love you, so much." I positioned myself between Thuy's big thighs. Thien reached down and spread Thuy's outer lips. the dark hair contrasted with the pink interior. Both girls watched as I slid my cockhead gently between her inner lips. I stroked up and down her channel, so shiny and wet and warm. I found her deeper hole and slid my shaft in. Her cunt was willing and easy to enter. She sighed happily. I pulled out - my rod was now as wet and shiny as she was, and thrust in slowly.

She had got her first two requests, so she made another. "Thien, I want to taste you at the same time."

"Oh Thuy, that would be nice, but I still feel achy. Nick is very big!" She flashed me a smile.

"You got two holes right? I have the other one."

Thien was surprised again. Her answer was to swing her legs over so her pussy was over Thuy's face and she was facing me as I fucked her. She held my head and gave me the softest, tenderest kiss I'm ever likely to get. Her look said love, I love you, you are wonderful.

Another thought came to me. I was a virgin this morning. I'm now fucking my second girl, who I've just eaten, who I met only this afternoon. My lover is kissing me and getting eaten by the girl, who happens to be her best friend. We are effectively naked, in the bush. It really doesn't make sense to me now.

I realised I needed to be fairly gentle to keep Thuy in the right position. I wanted Thien to enjoy her part, so I used long deep strokes on Thuy's cunt. As Thien's tongue caressed mine I had to fight an urge to ram my cock home hard. Thien let out an involuntary sigh very now and again.

"Mmm Thien, you taste of boy. You got come everywhere! Mmm... I like it!" Thien smiled to me.

"Nick's a big boy, with a lot of come." Thien, you are turning me on even more. "Soon you taste of boy as well!" She whispered to me now. " I see you fucking her. so nice to watch your big wet cock. But you can't see me, can you. I tell you. She's licking around my anus now. Feels nice." Oh Thien, don't stop.

"She's licking your come from my lips. My come now, not so sticky. Now back to my anus. Mmm, pulling my cheeks apart. Oh! Her tongue up my hole! Her fingers pulling the hole wider! Her tongue moving!" Thien let go of my head with one hand and started to rub her clit. She couldn't kiss me any more. Her mouth hung open.

"Tongue... in... my hole..." She rubbed her clit harder. Her breathing became ragged.

For me it was delicious agony. My cock screamed fuck! Fuck this woman! Fuck harder! The sight of Thien's face filled with lust made it worse. My love for her made me careful. Fucking too hard will spoil her climax, which isn't far away now. Thuy was rolling her hips up to my thrusting cock as well. It was pushing me to the edge.

"Nick, sweet boy, fuck my friend for me, oh, I'm coming, oh OHHH!" Thien gasped. I love that gasp.

So did my cock, which knew that was the green light. Suddenly I was ramming into Thuy, sending ripples up her tummy. Her come was over my shaft, my hairs, her hairs. Her hand appeared and started to strum her clit furiously.

That was it for me. I felt the pulse up my shaft. Thuy rolled her hips and my cock popped out onto her dark hairs. My semen spurted out of the head, making white beads on the hairs and her hand, still rubbing hard in her cleft.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" She screamed as she climaxed again. She grabbed my cock and pumped it with an iron grip. A new trickle of semen came out and across her fingers. Thien watched the whole thing.

That was it for all of us. Thien climbed off and snuggled down against Thuy. I snuggled on her other side, but somehow ended up on the grass beside the towel and camping mattress. The afternoon was drawing on and it was getting cooler, so we found ourselves in a tight embrace.

"Thien, you are the best friend I could have. Thank you for being so kind."

"You're my special sister. You do so much for me, I'm glad I could do something for you. But you should thank Nick as well. He's very special too."

"Nick, you're a very sexy man! And so kind! Gentle and rough and loving. It was so good... I've never come twice, or been with two people before. God, so much fun!" I smiled. Girls, you can talk me up as long as you like, I'm not gonna stop you. Thien stroked my hair.

Thuy spoke very softly. "Thien, do you forgive me for peeking?"

Thien made a face. "Maybe. I was pretty mad then. Maybe." I knew my Angel, she'd got over it and made some fun for herself into the bargain. Matter-of-fact Thien. Besides, she loved Thuy, cared about her. It was damn strange to be shared around sexually (whatever the porno movies might tell you), but Thien really cared, so it felt okay.

A tear ran out the corner of Thuy's eye. "I'm so happy I'm here. So happy for the fun, so happy to see you two together. You are a wonderful beautiful pair." She looked at me and gave my exhausted cock a tug. "You make sure he is good to her all the time. No forcing, only loving. Some men are bastards, I don't think you. She loves you so much. I've never seen so much before. You look after my Thien, or I come after you!"

I laughed. "She's my Thien as well. You don't have to worry, my cock and I will look after her! Thanks for all you've done, and being pretty sexy yourself. Thanks for sharing her."

"Hmm, sharing her... and you? Sounds like a good idea? We could do this again?"

Caught. "Ummm..." Luckily Thien interrupted.

"Hey, that's my boy, remember! My dick too - you gave it to me that night at The Swings! This was fun today, but could we repeat it? I dunno. Maybe sharing, but don't you ever try and take him from me. You wouldn't go, would you, Nick?" Her eyes blinked back tears. Crazy Thien had swung from cheeky to serious to wavering. 

I stretched over Thuy and cupped my hand against Thien's face. "Thien, you're silly. You are everything to me. You're my angel on earth, my Vietnamese poetry. You make my life bright. How could I leave? Anh yeu em."

Two tears rolled down her cheeks at exactly the same speed. "Oh Nick, Nick my love. Em yeu anh."

The shadows lengthened. A breeze came up off the water. So much bare skin meant we were soon chilled. We hunted around for our clothes and tidied the picnic away. I never found my jocks.

We walked back to the car in silence. We didn't need words, a glance was enough to know how much we loved and cared for each other. At the car, Thuy gave me the key and got in the back seat. I started up and silently begged the heater to kick in. Thien slipped in the front seat and slid up against me. Heaven be praised for bench seats in old cars!

Thuy leaned forward and kissed the two of us. "Happy couple! Ding dong! Ding dong!"

"Thuy! Stop that!" Thien laughed.

I eased the car onto the road. "I don't know what you're thinking - or maybe I do, you pair of nymphos! - but I need a drink. Is there a bar in the marina in Brooklyn? Who's for champagne?" No one disagreed with that.

******

Driving home, Thuy asleep in the back, Thien's head on my shoulder, dozing. Peace.

"Nick?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Em yeu anh."

"Anh yeu em, Angel."

"What is nympho?"

Ah.



Angel in the Night 07



this one's more descriptive, but with some nice sex in it (well that's my view - comment if you like). Thanks for read up to this far. You're welcome to start at no.1, or go from here.




The houses had their backs to us as they whisked past. Walls covered in bright, garish, illegible lettering went past in a blur; growing, towering above us, receding, gone. Steel posts whipped past in a hypnotic rhythm. The lack of vegetation made the whole view bleak.

As the train slowed and eased into the station, Thien scowled at me. Again.

"Ads on trains, they're so bad, why would you ever buy their stuff?" She had a point. "I'm bored now. I was excited but now it's boring. Remind me why we're doing this?"

"We'll, two reasons mainly. You love the outdoors, but you've never really been there, you've only done day trips. This is the real deal. No rooms, no car even. We catch the train, then a bus, then we hike. Two nights in a tent, then we walk out again. Bus, train, home. Victorious. THIS is the outdoors, just Nature and you."

"This, is a dirty train. And we're on it for two hours."

"There's one other thing. You've led me to all kinds of crazy, wonderful things, but there's one wonderful thing I can show you. Swimming..."

"Swimming? But I didn't pack swim things." She shot a worried glance at our rucksacks, hers a new, modest-size one, mine the giant old Irish-made Lowe I had carried on dozens of hikes.

"This, my Angel, is Wild Swimming. Naked swimming."

Thien smiled at last. My Thien, if it's a bit naughty, I can rely on you.

The train was a huge commuter carrier, now empty as we raced out of the city early on this Friday morning. At the central station our packs and hiking clothes marked us out as not going to the office for the day, or drifting around the tourist sights. We were adventurers. I always loved the feel of my good walking boots, the weight of the pack on my hips (where a proper pack sits), my old sturdy camping clothes. Striding through the station was an extra joy as the commuters scurried past, knowing I had set my course and it was their job to steer around me.

The carriage itself had doors at each end that opened to a platform-level floor, but the main body was a double-decker. We sat alone on the upper deck, just us with our packs and rows of empty seats up and down the carriage. There was a newspaper folded on the seat, a courtesy from some inbound office-worker.

Thien had livened up again. Earlier, we had started well, peering down on the travellers on the platforms, inventing stories about them. I sang Simon and Garfunkel's 'America' to her:

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together, and later, Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces; She said the man in the gabardine coat was a spy.

We spotted a few millionaire hobos, an axe murderer, six people having affairs and Bill Gates's love child.

Then boredom had set in. We hadn't brought books (we'll just talk to each other, darling!) and we didn't feel like talking. The bleak view out the window made it worse. 

Now feeling lively, Thien moved and sat in another seat ahead of me. She looked seductively over her shoulder at me, like a Shanghai gangster's dame. She slipped down, I heard a shuffle across the aisle and she reappeared in a different seat as a wide-eyed innocent schoolgirl, even sucking her thumb. Down she went again, shuffle shuffle, and she came up as a raving bag lady, hair a fright, mumbling to herself and arguing with the posters on the wall. Down again, shuffle shuffle, up again, this time completely normal, except she'd undone her blouse and one pert breast was showing. I laughed 'till my eyes watered.

"Ah Thien, you make a bad day good, and a good day better. Please stop, my sides hurt."

"I have another idea." She came back to our seat with a dangerously naughty look on her face. "There's no one else in this carriage; just you and me. You know what that means..." Her chest was rising and falling with her arousal.

"Thien! We can't in a train! What if someone gets on?"

"I looked at the map. The stations are further apart now. After the next stop we've got the place to ourselves."

I was starting to feel cornered. "But, but what about the security cameras?"

"Might brighten their day! No, it's all right, we're in the middle, so we're as far from them as we can be. If we keep lower than the backs of the seats, we'll be shielded."

"I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Of course not! It's crazy, that's why I want to do it. Now, fuck me here or not this weekend!"

I should have seen that coming. I was cornered now. I hadn't mentioned a third reason for the trip was to fuck ourselves senseless, but we both knew that was a given. The train's siren jeered at me as we slowed for the next station. Thien was already lying on the bench seat.

As we started rolling again, she gave me another naughty smile and began wriggling her shorts down over her slim hips. As her bush came into view I got the faintest scent of Aroused Thien. This woman! I love her so much, and she is such a turn-on for me - which is just as well, or my performance in places like train carriages would be pretty poor.

The naughty girl had thought it all through. Half out of the shorts, she put one leg on the seat, one on the floor. Swinging her leg wide exposed her pussy to my eyes and hands. Her scent was stronger. Her eyes flashed.

"Inside me! Now! And stay low!"

I couldn't help thinking about the security camera. I made a show of looking around as if I'd dropped something, then bent down to get it. Thien grabbed my head and kissed me.

"Fuck me or I'll bite your big Anglo nose off!" She might just have been serious.

Held down by Thien, I managed to get my cock out of my shorts, but it just wasn't going to work that way. I had to undo my pants and wriggle out of them. "Hurry!" Was Thien's unhelpful comment.

She put a bit of her spit on her fingertips and opened her furry pussy for me. Sliding into her warm wet hole was always a good feeling, mixed this time with terror at being caught.

"Ah! That's good! Come quickly, big boy. Uh, uh, uh, uh..." It was almost a grunt that came out of her with each thrust.

I pushed into her channel fast and hard. Her hands on my buttocks pressed me into her and out of camera sight. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the whole mad experience. I could feel a tingling in my balls.

"Here I come, lover."

"Come! Inside me Nick, beautiful boy!"

I love it when she says my name. A surge and my come launched out into her vagina. I paused and lay most of my weight on her. "Oh god, Thien, that feels good. Coming in you... it's wonderful."

The train was slowing down.

We froze. Thien stared at me. I had the best view out the windows, so I watched for passengers and prayed. There were some close by, but thankfully they chose the next carriage.

I gulped. "I think we got away with it." I sat up, just as if I'd found my pen at last and now I was going to finish the crossword. Naughty Thien just lay there, thighs spread, smiling at me and biting her lower lip. I gazed fondly at my crazy lover. A white streak of fluid was appearing between her pussy lips, starting to trickle down her buttocks.

"You're going to leak now, aren't you. Will that be uncomfortable?"

"Not much. Nice to be reminded of you. Or maybe we should have used a condom."

"We've never used a condom. We were both virgins, remember!" Thien smiled mysteriously. That girl, I don't know-

A crash of the door. Someone had entered from the other carriage while we were in motion. They stomped over to the short stairway and started to climb to our deck.

Thien squeaked. Quick as lightning she sat up, but her shorts were round her ankle. The stranger had reached the deck and was walking slowly up behind us. The newspaper. I pointed to it and Thien grabbed it and opened it wide across her lap. Quick thinking by the two of us.

The stranger walked morosely down the carriage, pausing at each empty seat. He would look blankly then move on. When he reached ours he stared at us. We looked up at him. There was no reaction. He walked on. A few rows on, he stopped and sat down. He'd found a paper at last, so with a grunt of satisfaction he opened it out and began reading.

Thien dressed in complete silence. When she leant forward to get her shorts, I noticed a tiny wet patch on the seat. I silently pointed this out, as well as poking her and silently laughing at her. She glared at me and stuck out her tongue. Then we sat with my arm round her.

The train line follows the ridge of the mountains. It climbs and loops on itself as it leaves the river plain, then keeps its height until it has crossed the main range. Towns have sprung up around the stations. At our stop, I found our bus and caught it to the edge of the escarpment. I explained the system to Thien.

"Most mountains, you go up to them, you climb up, you go down, then you go home. We like to do it differently here. You start at the top, you go down for a while, then you go up, then you go home. You'll get used to it." Thien looked dubious.

The start of the walk is at a huge tourist development. The view from the top of the sheer cliffs was truly stunning, but the tourist shops, tacky gifts, bad food and bored teenagers made me desperate to get away. I found the familiar sign tucked almost out of sight to one side.

It startled me again, it always does. A hundred steps down the cliff walk, away from the tourist trap and you're free. The giant trees tower over you protectively. The damp, rich smell of living forest clears your head. You can almost see the toxins leave you with each lungful of good air. You learn to trust your feet as they take you down the irregular track - even with a full pack's extra weight. 

What was new was to have my Angel with me. This added a shiver of excitement to my pleasure at being back on the track. I could hear her behind me, delighted but awe-struck by the silent ancient majesty of the bushland.

The campsite was a rare patch of level ground at the bottom of the valley. As I expected, no one was there, but I chose a quiet, secluded corner anyway. Thien flopped down, using my pack as a back rest.

"I'll set up the tent; I'll show you where the water is, and how to find wood that won't disturb the animals."

Near our site, a small stream joined the larger flow that went down one side of the camping area. I gave Thien the pot to fill. "Choose flowing water if you can; pick the smaller stream if you've got a choice, like here. If you can find a cascade," the water ran off a mossy ledge and fell ten centimetres or so, "you get fewer floaty bits. See you back at camp."

I saw her back at camp. She walked through the dappled light and up to me, naked, except for her boots. Her long black hair caught the light as it swished around her. her bare skin rippled light then dark as she approached. It was a vision from heaven.

"Thien. My Thien, so beautiful..." was all I could manage.

"Silly boy, what's come over you?" She knew very well. "My pussy needed a wash. Wow, it's cold! Tingling cold but, I dunno, so free. So natural. My pussy's still tingling. Makes my whole body tingle."

"Thien, make love to me. Make love to me here."

She walked up to where I had slumped to earth. I knelt up and put my hands out to receive her. I buried my face in her bush as I stroked my hands up her calves, her thighs, her slim, curved buttocks, the small of her back. She stood and ruffled my hair as I breathed her delicious scent. I put both hands around her thighs and felt the warmth of her cleft. She opened her legs to let me play with her pussy lips. To my surprise I could actually ease a finger up into her vagina, as well as caressing back up her crack.

She was pressing on my shoulders as her desire rose, lightly scratching my neck and collarbone and making sexy, contented noises. She paused, held my chin up and whispered, "Something to lie on, and take some clothes off."

I was next to the tent, so I reached over and hauled out a mattress. She lay back on it and opened her legs impossibly wide, parting her pussy lips. I glimpsed the pink skin inside the darker furry lips. I stripped faster than I thought I could.

"Come inside me, lover."

My cock was hard and ready. I lay over her, brushing my chest hair against her nipples, making her giggle. She put some spit on her hand then reached down to guide me in.

My cock first entering Thien's warm wet cunt is a sensation I will never tire of. The sliding home, the fitting together, the surge of pleasure, Thien's long blink as she accommodates my shaft in her special place... I didn't realise such delight existed before meeting Thien. I thrust into her with long strokes, gently rocking her as I buried my cock inside her. Thien stroked my head and looked up.

"Mmm, the trees are watching us fucking. They like to see us making love. This is right, this is good. Fuck me deeply, Nick."

I fucked her deeply, lovingly. Glancing down to see my shaft extending out of her hairy mound, I noticed she still had her boots on. The mix of sturdy utility and soft honey-coloured skin sent a surge of pleasure through me.

We weren't long. We didn't need to be. I moved gradually faster. She ran her nails over my buttocks and on up to my neck, sending tingles all over my body. As her hands came up over my head she clasped me and kissed me. Her tongue sent more tingles down my front and into my cock. My cock strained. The scent of her skin and the woodland combined. I gasped as my come spurted deep into her, one long stream.

"Aaaaahhhh, Thien! Thien! My angel, forest goddess. Soooo good."

She simply smiled up at me and whispered, "Nick."

That night, snug in our tent, with the taste of hot chocolate still in our mouths, we did a slightly surprising thing. We cuddled. We rubbed each other's backs. We kissed noses. We nuzzled ears. Each of us ran their eyes over every detail of their lover's face. We weren't aroused or demanding, we didn't ask for or give sex, we just lay together, skin to skin, absolutely content. We both knew, this day could not be improved, the only thing left to do is marvel at how good life can be.

The next day saw us off for a swim.

"Osmodeus' Bath? What kind of a name is that?" Thien grumbled.

"No idea. That's its name on the old maps. It doesn't even show up on the new ones. Just an unnamed pool now, or completely left off some maps."

"How mysterious! Maybe Osmodeus was an alien who needed to stop and have a wash."

"Maybe..."

At the track junction the park rangers had put a sign across the turn-off, actively discouraging walkers to go on up. I stepped over the sign and started up the path, pushing through the overgrown bushes. Thien was doubtful.

"Is this the way? And are we even allowed up here?"

"Huh. I've been walking past 'Keep Out' signs all my life. A bad habit my father taught me. As long as you're careful and respectful, you'll usually be rewarded. And hang on, aren't you the one who goes in for the crazy not-quite-legal stuff?" My Thien, clearly out of her comfort zone! Which means I need to make extra sure it's all worth it.

I don't know why I worried. It was the little paradise I remembered. 

Osmodeus Bath is a natural pool, cut by a waterfall over millions of years. The stream had made a curved cliff face around itself, with great boulders at the base that had had their corners rounded over time. Every rock and stone was rounded smooth. Tall ferns stood on the shady side, while small trees growing in the sun made good towel rails.

The sun had heated the day up already, especially where we were in the bottom of the valley. The cool air of the glade only added to the attraction. I dropped Thien's pack, got our towels out and put our lunch in the shade. We undressed in silence.

Thien had already treated me to the sight of her glorious naked body in this natural setting, but I still wasn't ready when she lightly stepped out to the water. Her skin glowed against the dark rock face. Her black hair fell down her back as an echo of the waterfall. She was a forest goddess again, delicately stepping over smooth rocks to the water. I soaked up the sight of her arms outstretched to balance her, her small breasts with their strong nipples, her slim legs - sometimes exposing her dark bush, sometimes coyly hiding it as she stepped.

She paused at the edge, looked to me, then laughed musically.

"Nick! Are you awake or asleep? You silly boy, stop staring at me like that!"

Apparently I was still daydreaming, as the next thing I knew was chilly water spattered across my face. I started, and another spray hit me, making me gasp.

"Gotcha! Ha ha! Betcha can't catch me!" Thien chanted, splashing me mercilessly.

I leapt into the pool. Thien's squeals echoed off the cliff walls. She was pretty good at evading me and splashing me at the same time. But I was advancing.

"You're for it now! You know what happens when I catch you!"

"Promises, promises!"

Her cries of pretend fright rang around the pool, mixing with our splashes and gasps in the fresh water. I found a submerged rock and leapt from the middle of the pond to trap her facing the cliff. She was breathless and panting, her hair was plastered down in crazy patterns across her back. Her eyes sparkled when she looked over her shoulder at me.

"You must take your prize here!" she said, leaning against me and spreading her legs.

My fingers found her pussy, wet but cold on the outside this time. My cock was still very happy to enter her. The angle felt unusual, but exciting. I managed a few thrusts before Thien spoke up.

"Ooh, feels cold!" With that she wriggled out from under me and splashed away with a shriek.

I chased her down again as she tried to hop along the rocks on the bank. I caught her in my arms and held her close. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Take me again!" she laughed.

I wasn't letting go this time. Holding her thighs I wriggled my hands under her bottom and felt for her pussy lips. She put a hand down between us to help. I lowered her down onto my waiting cock, then somehow we managed some movement to go with it.

Thien was impressed. "Such strong arms! You powerful man!" She caressed my tensed shoulder muscles and ran her hands down my back. It felt wonderful.

But the strain was too much. I was standing in the water and I could feel the rocks moving under my feet. I tried everything to keep my balance, but it was no good. With Thien's face inches from mine I fell backwards into the water. She squealed with delight as we sank in a tangle of arms and legs.

I came up for air and floated in the water, watching clouds drift above the trees. Only the very tops were moving in the calm air. Peace settled on the waterhole again. Absently I grabbed a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it under my arms and across my chest and back. It was an old camper's washing trick, cheaper and better than soap, as well as kinder to the environment. I looked over towards Thien.

Thien was sitting on the bank in the sun. She had her head tilted back, so my view was of her chin on a pair of shoulders, above two coffee-coloured nipples. Her legs were wide apart, allowing her hand easy access to her clit, which she was rubbing vigorously. Two fingers parted her hairy lips and moved side to side. She looked up.

"Better hurry and catch up with me!" she said lazily.

I swam over and rose up in front of her. Water streamed down over my nipples, chest and legs. I brushed it out of my hair and off my body. "What have you done with my dick?" she cried. Lying in the cold water had taken its toll on my manhood and there was not much to see.

"Bring it here. We'll try and revive it." She opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out.




Angel in the Night 07



I stepped over her legs and straddled her. I fed my soft cock into her mouth, where she sucked it in and played her tongue over it. There was the strangest sensation of it actually waking up to her attention. When it started to grow in her mouth she looked up at me with satisfaction. She pushed my foreskin back with her teeth and licked around the edge of my helmet. She closed her lips over the head and bobbed slightly. She pushed it out.

"Time to put it where it belongs." She had worked the place where it belonged for the entire time.

I backed down her body and found myself kneeling in the shallows when my cock was at her vagina. She paused her clit-rubbing to spread her lips wider. I pushed up and into her in one easy action. So good inside her, especially feeling her fingers tugging the lips around my shaft. I started thrusting into her, which she thought was good too.

"Oh. Yes. Fuck me Nick. Fuck. Nick. Fuck it's good." She spoke in time to my strokes. He torso rippled in time. "I'm close, so close, ah, ah, aahh, aaAAHH!" Her little hand and my cock brought her orgasm on. Her cunt squeezed my cock. She stared at me with lust in her eyes. I kissed her and kept ramming. My thrusts made her lips jog against mine. She started to wriggle more.

"Oh, oh, oh, not again! Oh Nick, fucking, fuck me... ah, aahh, aahh oh God! FUCK!" Her second orgasm built up and washed over her. Her eyes were closed now and I could see unswallowed spit in her open mouth. My cock sped up in her wet willing cunt. Her skin shone with sweat.

"Fuck, it's AGAIN! Oh Nick you fucking animal, fuck me fuck me fuck faaAAHH! Oh no!" Thien's third orgasm came up faster and grabbed her. Her small breasts heaved on her chest. She had dribbled into the valley between. "You have to come you fucker... getting tender..." she muttered into my mouth as I kissed her again

Her dribble gave me an idea. As I felt my balls rising and my come building up I pulled out of her. I grabbed my cock and worked the slippery wet skin. In a few strokes my thighs tensed and I shot my load onto her breasts. My creamy come spurted over her nipples and mixed with her spit and sweat.

"Lick it," she slurred. I climbed over her again and offered her my cock. She took the head in and ran her tongue around it. I squirted a tiny bit more come into her. She licked my shaft, the head, my still-clenched balls. She smiled her naughty smile at me. I found our towels and stretched them out. We lay down at last, still in the warm sun.

"Oh Nick, beautiful Nick. Fucking amazing fucker Nick. I love you."

"I love you." I stroked her chest and sides. I ran my hand under her thigh - I needed to feel some of her come that I had smeared all around her pussy with my thrusting. Her juices were everywhere. "I can feel the imprint of sticks and leaves on your bum. One leaf's still stuck on." I peeled it off. "You never said what a romantic I was!"

In the tent at night, after another simple, cheerful meal, we lay on our sides staring at each other. I was idly rolling a nipple between my finger and thumb. Thien was rubbing my hip up and down, working up and over my buttock. I felt her fingers in my crack. One finger started circling my anus.

"Your hole is wrinkled."

"Hmmm, sorry! I'm not asking you to do this - but don't stop, it feels nice."

Her hand lifted off briefly, then came back, colder and very slippery.

"Lube? What are you planning? Uhh." She didn't speak, she just pushed into me. A finger wriggled and probed inside my anus. Just as I got used to that, a second finger entered, then a third. "Ahh, this is... surprising." I tried to loosen and open up for her. It felt exciting and odd, being entered and stretched. Part of me wanted more, part wanted to shrink back. I wondered if this was what girls experienced. I was going to find out.

"Now my turn."

"Your turn?"

"Finger me first, then I want your cock in the back door." She got the lube and a condom. "Thuy says use these always. Easier for the girl." Thuy again! Her hard-won experience benefits us once more. Thien got on all fours and faced away rom me. She was wearing white panties,slightly damp from her come.

I pulled the panties off her small round buttocks. Her scent filled the air. The hairs in her cleft were still damp and sticky. Between the hairs I could see her pussy lips looked pink and tender. Above them, her tight little anus waited.

I had rimmed someone only once before. As it happens, it was Thuy, one afternoon at a private picnic she had arranged for us, but where she dropped in. Somehow she had ended up on her back, naked, with Thien holding her legs up to expose her furry cunt and dark hole for my tasting. Later that afternoon, Thien had been rimmed to orgasm by Thuy while I fucked her in that big cunt of hers. I was confused by it all as well.

Thien's hole seemed smaller, but had a similar rough feel to my tongue. I stretched her buttocks wide and pushed my tongue around. She squirmed and sighed with pleasure. Lubed up, I eased a finger in. Inside the hard hole, the surface was much softer. It seemed to offer more space. I eased a second finger in. "Ooohh, gently," whispered Thien. " put another one in." The hole flexed, tightening then loosening as I pushed in.

Thien was rolling her hips back and forth in the air as I gingerly pushed a third finger in. She gasped.

"So big. Let me open a bit. Move them only slightly. In and out. Mmmm, I think I'm ready for you."

"I can't get over you in the tent. You'll have to lie down. Lie on your side." On her side, I moved one leg up towards her chest and stretched her buttocks open. Her anus was open, but still seemed small. I hesitated.

"Nick, I want you to butt-fuck me. Please."

Sheathed and lubed I introduced my cock to her hole and pushed. There was a resistance at first, then the hole opened and my cockhead slid in. It was incredibly tight, with the skin stretched round my rod. Thien gasped.

"You okay, love?"

"I, think so. Don't go any further yet. Now in, real slow."

It was like a delicate medical operation. I gently nudged in, pulled back, nudged in. Thien took deep breaths. "Come soon," she murmured.

Thien was too still. This wasn't right. Still crouched over her, I reached round to stroke her face. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

"Thien my love, what is it?" I was dreading the answer as I eased my cock out and stripped off the condom.

"It hurt," she said in the barest whisper. 

My world tilted and started to spin sideways. I felt seasick. My cock had, no, I had hurt my beloved Angel. Tears caused by me. In my dizzy, queasy mind I imagined I saw Thien sliding past, away from me. I had to get a grip. I held her in my arms.

"Oh Thien, Thien love." I brushed her hair and cheeks. She sobbed and shuddered in silence. "Why?" I let slip, while knowing I shouldn't ask.

"For you. For you."

"For me?"

"You were s'posed to like it. I've watched the pornos. Seen the pictures. All those girls taking it up the butt, then the come on their faces..." Thien shuddered again.

"For love. We do what we do for love. We love each other, we care for each other." I gently rolled her round so she was facing me. "We do what WE want, not what some made-up porno wants. If you want come on your face, I'll do it, but really it doesn't feel to me like I'm respecting you enough. Look, look at most of the models - and don't forget they are models: they're shaved. That's not for me. I love you natural and hairy. Please stay hairy for me!." 

Thien's sobs were easing. I kissed her forehead as I held her tight.

"You love this outdoors stuff. It excites me, the public stuff terrifies me too. But WE choose it, not some porno."

Thien's breathing was nearly back to normal.

"We don't do anal. I do like you having a play with me, so go right ahead if you like with that. But inside you... we don't, unless you know you really want it."

We lay in silence, she a little curled-up creature in my arms. It was so long, I wondered if she'd fallen asleep.

"Nick?"

"My Angel."

"I think I love you even more." 



Angel in the Night 08



This story should stand alone, but is part 8 of the series; thanks from Nick, Thien and Thuy if you've started from 1. I'm trying to evoke more feelings and humour this time. Feel free to give feedback or votes - it's very encouraging!

Now I was at university. Classes, reading, talking, coffee, more reading, sunny breaks, more reading...

I was very lucky to get in a shared house with four mates, in a shabby area near the main campus. Brown rental carpet, mismatched furniture, part-time TV, the usual stuff. We had a few gross habits, like the Morning Report and the Pube Challenge, but overall we were pretty clean.

(The Morning Report was invented by Stevo. It involved delivering the best breakfast-time burp or fart; the winner was called Burper or Farter of the Day, if you managed both you were called God of the Day. Performance-enhancing supplements were encouraged and celebrated. Stevo was himself a strong contender in both classes. The Pube Challenge was to claim the longest pubic hair. Alleged lengths were written on the bathroom mirror with a whiteboard pen, with examples occasionally stuck there with Vaseline or toothpaste. They were Good Times. We were Class with a capital K.)

Thien had won a scholarship and stayed in a college on campus, a beautiful neo-gothic attempt at an Oxford college. The arched windows put shafts of light across the halls and it smelled of floor polish and roast dinners. Her room was in an old part of the building set around a quadrangle. It was tiny but at least it looked out over the square of soft grass, which always seemed to have a sleeping student somewhere on it.

I should admit, my university was classes, reading, talking, and sex with my Asian angel in her tiny room, in the afternoon sun. She stayed at my house a few times (the boys really made an effort for her, tidying up and no unusual habits while she was there), but she was actually a good student who worked hard and refused to get distracted. She also had a taste for the outdoors.

Her college had an old slate roof, mediaeval-style battlements and a clock tower. I know this because Thien showed me one afternoon.

How she found the tiny staircase up to the tower I'll never know. It looked like a plain closet door to me. The narrow stairs led up and onto the roof of the tower, allowing us to enjoy the view across the university.

"And no one can see us," she said, peeling off her top to expose her tiny, perfect breasts with their coffee-brown nipples. "Kneel here." So that's why she brought a towel.

I knelt in front of her. She stood assertively, hands on hips, proud nipples standing out. She looked down at me lustfully. "Stroke me through my panties," she ordered.

Sitting back on my heels, I ran my hands slowly up her legs, from her sandals, up her calves, behind her knees and on under her belted skirt. Her thighs stopped at the panties, which covered her pert round bottom and her delicate pubic hairs. I brushed my hands up the front of her thighs and ran them across the cotton fabric. I could feel the outline of her outer lips, from the warmth between her thighs up to where her cleft faded away at her pubic mound. Thien sighed happily. I got the faintest scent of her, which gave me a wonderful idea.

I lifted the skirt over my head. The world went pale blue as I found myself in front of her glorious firm thighs and pale cotton panties. I pulled the panties down to reveal her curly hairs and soft outer lips. But the smell...

What a subtle cocktail of perfumes it was. The base was the sunny grassy smell wafting up from the neat lawns in the quad. Under Thien's skirt the first smell was her natural, slightly spicy smell, mixing with some body spray and her secret flavours: a touch of sweat, a trace of wee, her vagina. The scent of her arousal was there too, growing stronger. It was intoxicating, breathing lungfuls of the mixture. Stroking her furry outer lips and gently parting them added to her arousal and the sexual perfume. Her inner lips were shining with nectar already. I kissed her hole and eased my tongue up the folds. To add to the aromas I stuffed the panties under my nose and moaned with pleasure. Thien responded with a sigh.

"You're liking that a lot aren't you, lover!" Thien scratched my shoulders and stroked my head. "I have an idea that you might like. I know I will. Give me my panties."

She got me out from under her skirt. Taking off her thin belt, she deftly put the panties across my eyes and tied them in place with the belt. My eyes were disabled, my nose was in overdrive. And, as always happens when your eyes are shut, my hearing was enhanced. 

"God, Thien, this is incredible already!"

"Let's see what else we can do!" From her tone I could tell Thien was obviously smiling, I guessed the naughty smile. I could also hear her breathing affected by her arousal. "Strip, then sit over here."

She helped we round so I was sitting with my back to the stone battlements. The warm stone added its own smell. I could sense Thien's movement.

"AAAHHH fuck! Thien that's... that's..." Words failed me. Thien had got down to my standing cock, rigid since licking her pussy. She had lightly bitten it, no hands, just her teeth working the foreskin down. Lips tucked under the helmet, she was licking the head. I was seeing stars. "Thien, that's magic..." Still no hands, she slid her soft lips up and down the shaft. I blindly groped and found her long hair swishing as she bobbed. "So damn sexy..." I gasped. It made me dizzy.

Then she stopped.

I heard feet adjusting themselves, sensed movement, then a tiny hand on my pulsing cock.

"FUUUKKK! Thien! O God Thien, fucking incredible..." Not saying it well again. Thien had spun around and must have been squatting, facing away from me. Her little hand had guided my cock straight into her soft wet vagina. She sat down, burying my cock to the hilt. Electric shocks ran from my cock down my legs and up my front. I bucked up into her cunt, scratching my back on the stonework as I did it. She let me thrust up into her hot channel. I could feel her rubbing her clit above my ramrod, stretching and flexing her pussy lips.

I could see nothing, but my nose was filled with her damp panties, as well my skin and hands and cock were giving me unbelievable sensations. Her hips brushed mine, or slapped down onto them. her hands on my ankles flexed and shifted with her movements and breathing. I could feel her juices leaking out onto me. My hands stretching over her tight bottom could feel every curve and ripple, and the narrow line of sweat in her crack. I tickled the hard little ridges round her anus. My cock drove on.

"Oh Nick, you feel good inside me. Feels good you tickling my hole. Your huge cock ramming my cunt. I can feel your balls, ah, ahh, ahhh." Thien's breathing was ragged, she was shuddering. "Ah, Nick, ah, ahh, ahh. AAAAHHH, Nick!" She gasped as she came, a sound I will love all my life.

She sat heavily on my lap, still impaled on my cock. "Ride me. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

She got off me but I could feel her close.

"Fuck me like a dog. Fuck me, you dog."

I felt and found her hips. I was desperate to finish, so didn't use much subtlety. Her lips were open and I thrust in. A few prods and suddenly my cock slipped in and I slapped against Thien's buttocks. "Oh yes!" she cried, "Slap against me!"

My cock was already in charge, slapping into her wide cunt so my thighs hit her skin. My balls swung against her hairy lips again and again. I could feel my orgasm boiling up in them, stiffening my cock even more.

"Oh fuck Thien, you feel fantastic. So wide open. I want to fill you with my come."

"You will. Come in me lover, fill me with come, spurt in my hole." Thien, you naughty angel. That sort of talk will set me off...

Suddenly I was coming. Streams of come shot out of my cock and deep into Thien's cunt. She held still while I gasped above her, thrusting just a few times to get a last spurt.

"Ah Thien, Thien my love, sooo fucking nice! Sooo good with you. Thank you."

"You're pretty fucking hot yourself, lover."

Not all afternoons were that intense, but we enjoyed each other's bodies freely. We made love with each other, many times.

Then Thien gave me a surprise at lunch one day.

"Thuy called."

Thuy! The best friend Thien ever had. The one who helped Thien so much with boy advice and birth control. The one who set up our first complete fuck, then joined in to make it our first threesome. Very different from Thien, tough on the outside but vulnerable inside. I hadn't heard about her since our adventure together.

"She's thinking about getting married."

"Wha?? Who? How? But, isn't she your age or close?"

"Easy tiger. She's a bit older than me. Yeah, still a bit young for a wedding, I s'pose. She sounded funny on the phone, so I don't know the whole story, but she told me some of it."

"And...?"

"You heard of Van? A boyfriend years ago. Good-looking, sexy boy. She didn't let on to him, but she was crazy about him. Didn't quite treat her right, I thought. He used to work on boats. So, he's come back. He's now the main boat-handler at the Brooklyn marina. Refuels the big cruisers, stocks the bar, takes them round to their rich owners, that sort of stuff."

"This Van's come back, and it's suddenly wedding bells?"

"I don't know! Why don't you ask her: she wants us to visit. She said something about another lesson. Does that make sense to you?" Of course it doesn't, Thien. My life with you is wonderful, but completely crazy.

Thuy shared a flat with a friend. Small, functional, uninteresting, but at least it was in a smallish block. There was no lift. On the landing, there was a bucket full of concrete, with a chain coming out of it. A bike was attached to the chain. Cheap and effective, I thought.

Inside were Vietnamese nick-knacks, a little Buddha, a statuette of Confucius, simple but beautifully-made bowls for every purpose. We sat in the kitchen, sipping green tea. Thuy was explaining how she had bribed her flatmate to be away for the afternoon, so we could catch up "properly".

"She will have total control of the TV for two weeks! I hope I can stand it!" She drives a hard bargain and no mistake.

Thuy was being evasive. She asked silly questions that she already knew the answer for. She repeated herself. She kept offering more tea. Thien got down to business.

"So Thuy, what the hell?"

Thuy was too off-guard to lie.

"That day we had. I made it to be perfect for you and your boy, and it was. Then I came in and nearly spoilt it, but you made it more perfect. Before that I loved you and I was a bit jealous, after that I loved you and was so happy for you and everything. 

"Ever since then, I've wanted something as special as you and Nick. I love you both because you showed me what great love is. I could never take that away, never. I couldn't live if I did that. But now I am looking everywhere for the perfect love, the perfect boy."

Thuy's voice took on a harsher tone. "I've met many boys, fucked a few of them and sucked a few cocks, but they're not perfect. Some of them a long way from perfect. No one gave me the feelings you gave me." She reached out to clutch our hands.

"Van was my first, years ago. Oh, he was so good-looking! Very sexy, very proud. I loved him, but not quite like you two. Also, he was clumsy. I think I was his first, maybe. He didn't know how to please a woman very well. He cared, but sometimes he forced me..."

Thien flared up. "Forced you? That's rape!"

"Well, not force with fists. He make me consent sometimes."

"That's NOT consent! Ah, I know what girl you are, submissive Asian lady!" Thien was furious, but aiming at the wrong target.

"Thuy," I said, "it's not your fault. It's never your fault. Whatever someone does, they have to take responsibility for their actions. If you've said no, or maybe not, or even maybe, you haven't said yes. You don't have to do anything more. Please remember that."

"Thank you Nick, you are a kind boy. But Thien is right, sometimes I am submissive Asian lady."

"I hope you submit only to what you like doing anyway." Thuy smiled at that.

"But you must hear this. At Christmas time, Van was working up the coast on big yachts. He was troubled, he told me. He didn't know why. Well, one night he have a terrible motorbike accident. Smash the bike. He was lying beside the road, bleeding, he thought he would die, he so wounded." Thuy's English suffered when she was emotional. As she spoke, tears came to her eyes.

"In the night, on the road, he see an angel. An angel!" She looked at Thien. "In a glowing gown, with long hair. The angel said to him, I will save you, you will live; but you must go back to Thuy. You did harm to her. You must fix it up.

"Then he pass out. He wake up in hospital. The doctors are puzzled, he should be much worse after such a bad accident. But he is not puzzled. He knows the angel saved him, so he must do his part.

"He move back. He was here, in this kitchen. He apologise, say he is so sorry, he was in love but his head was mixed up. He wants me back. He is such a different person, more gentle, more giving. He sat here and cried and cried. Can you imagine Van crying?"

Evidently Thien could not. She was silent, thoughtful.

"So I think, do I want him back? How do I want him back? And I suddenly realise, of course! What did my Angel show me? You two: perfect lovers! Then I realise, it's the same angel - you! Thien Than, you save Van! You save him for me!"

Thien was astonished. So was I; this was heading straight for Weird City, somewhere in the Twilight Zone. Thuy's face was shining wet, but beaming. She couldn't let go of our hands.

Thuy was whispering in Vietnamese to Thien. Thien was clearly unsettled by the angel talk. We often made a joke of her name meaning 'angel' but this was at another level. I guessed 'Thien Than' was some formal angel address, maybe not sitting easily with my matter-of-fact Thien. The last thing she said was "Engris!"

Thuy spoke. "I need one more lesson, just one. You are so special, you have a special love. I need you to show me the special love so I can find it, or make it."

Well Thuy, that's easy. You start by growing up next door to each other, you need the boy to be cheerful and a bit witless, the girl pretty savvy and crazy-daring. Sex in a nearby playground is an important ingredient... oh come on! What the heck do we say? How on earth did we plan any of our mad, wonderful few months together?

Thien and I were lost for words, but Thuy was waiting for an answer. We had to say something.

"Thuy, we weren't special. We were lucky, really lucky and I guess receptive to the chances we were given. You probably know we were neighbours for years before we got to know each other. I suppose the one big thing we did was really listen to each other, words and feelings and actions." I was starting to sound like a motivational speaker.

"So you really listen to each other. I will try that. How do you do that?"

Easy, babe. You just open your mouth and stick your foot in as far as it will go. No, that won't do. Come on son, the ball's at your feet now, let's see your moves.

"How do you start? I guess you get to know someone. Really know them. Talk. Go out for a simple lunch. Ask yourself what your gut feeling is."

Thuy was trying to follow this. "My gut feeling, a funny thing to say but I think I get it. Let's say, you have a nice boy, you are ready for, for sexy loving. How would you do it?"

"Well, it has to be in a nice place. I've heard some horror stories from friends, and I think how wonderful you made it for us, I'm sure everything should be as special as you can make it."

"Is this a nice place?"

"Could be. Make some nice lights. Make the room warm." Thien slipped off her chair and silently went to Thuy's room. Thuy didn't appear to notice.

"But how do you start?"

"Maybe, a glass of good wine, not spirits. Touching, that's it. Hold hands. Stroke gently. A massage or a back rub usually helps people relax." God Thuy, don't ask this clunky Anglo for seduction advice. "I think you need to tell the boy what feels nice, what you want him to do. And you have to tell him what you don't like, but try and be nice about it."

Thien had reappeared. "Think nice thoughts. Sexy thoughts. Nice memories. Be strong, but take care of each other." I wondered vaguely if that was Confucian wisdom I was hearing. I wondered if this was actually making it easier for Thuy.

The conversation was not going the way she wanted. She fidgeted on her seat like a schoolgirl in trouble. Thien glanced across at me, for once unsure what to do next. What does she want anyway? Suddenly it came to me.

"You want to tell him what to do. You want him to explore you and treat you right. You want him to make love to you, but care for your needs."

"I guess that's it."

"Thien, let's try this. I will make Thuy feel good. She can tell me what to do to make it special, that way she's had some practice for when Van's here. Then she can show him how to make it, perfect." That's a dangerous word, boy. "If you feel uncomfortable about any of it, you just say so and we can stop. We can show that No means No, then."

Thuy's smile showed I was onto something. Thien was uncertain, hesitating but (I hoped) intrigued. She jumped the wrong way.

"Are you just trying to take him away? My lovely Nick?" Oh Thien love, why do you doubt us? Thuy didn't doubt us.

"NO! No not for Nick. Never for Nick. He is yours, for ever I wish. This is for Van. When he comes back, what do I say, what do I do?"

Something made me take charge. Time to cut through the pack and score some goals.

"Let's see your room."

In her room the heater was on. the curtain was closed and the light came from the bedside lights twisted and shining onto coloured scarves. Thuy loved it. 

"Thien! You make it look so pretty! And thanks for picking up." The last part she said very quietly.

I kept command. "Thien, would you like to sit here and tell us anything you think we should hear. I'll start. Thuy, I think you should sit on the end of the bed, but face up the bed." They both complied.

Standing behind my 'pupil', I started to massage her neck and shoulders. She hung her head forward and started to relax. I worked some way down her arms and over her shoulder blades.

"Undress," I whispered, helping her up out of her top. Thuy had a little bit of weight, which made all her features soft and giving. I rubbed down her back and she rolled her shoulders easily. I undid her bra and she let it fall - not like the last time, on our picnic. Her beautiful round boobs settled on her chest. The soft skin of her sides sat easily with her breasts.

"Lie down." When she was stretched up the bed I rubbed her rib cage, her shoulders again, her arms. "You like this?" She made contented sighing noises. Thien watched intently.

I ran my hands from the small of her back to the sudden rise of her buttocks, then realised she was lying on the Buttons. Spot the learner driver.

But it was okay. "Unbutton yourself," I whispered, tugging her jeans. She put her hands in and unbuttoned, then lifted her hips up so I could slide her last clothes off. She was naked. Her wide soft thighs tapered to slim ankles and little feet. Her round bottom curved into her smooth back and up to her short purple-dyed hair. Her buttocks showed tiny ripples when she shifted.

I massaged her back, her legs and her buttocks, kneading the soft pliable skin. I asked her what she liked the most. "Mmmm" was all I got from her. I asked for more detail. 

"Mmmm." And she spread her thighs, revealing her dark thatch between. She wriggled her hips, waiting for me to make a move on her.

"Thuy, don't be submissive Asian lady." Thien was not bossy, she sounded more like a sincere friend. "You must ask." 




Angel in the Night 08



Thuy ventured at last. "I want to undress you."

Thien smiled. "That's good, you have to tell him, nicely but firmly."

I knelt on the bed in front of her. She undid my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders. Next she unbuckled my belt and worked the zip of my jeans. On her signal I stood and helped her pull the pants down. My hard-on was pushing out of my jocks. She ran her finger across the fabric, going down the shaft and giving the head a tickle. It twitched. She put one finger on the elastic and pulled the cloth over my cock, which sprang out almost in her face. She gave it a huge smile. She started to smile a lot.

"Sit in front of me," she said. I sat with my legs either side of her. She ran her hands up and down my legs, over my thighs and across my torso, pushing me backwards onto the bed. As she stretched up to handle my chest muscles, her chin brushed my cock. Straightening up again she took it in both hands and put her lips around it. I twitched again. She had nice wide, moist lips.

"Hey! No sucking my dick!" Thien felt this crossed a line. Besides, she had claimed ownership of the dick early in our relationship.

"Sorry, Thien," murmured Thuy. "This is nice, but a bit confusing."

"You're doing well. Keep going."

Thuy crawled up beside me now. Her breasts swung in every direction as she pawed her way up the bed. She knelt up and swung one fleshy leg over my face. Looking down on me on the bed, she had a similar lust-filled smile to Thien. My view, up her slightly opened pussy lips, her furry mound, her soft, plump tummy and her breasts pointing out at 45 degrees each way... it was a good view.

"You eat me now, sexy boy."

"I am going to lick every part of your delicious pussy. I'm going to spread your pussy, put my tongue round your clit and right up your hole." I remembered that Thuy enjoyed talk. She cooed as she lowered herself onto my face.

Her smell brought the memory of that afternoon rushing back. It was fresher, but still the same musky scent. I loved the sight of her pubic hair, nearly straight, in a vee leading to her vagina. I squirmed my tongue between the thick furry outer lips and explored. I found her inner lips, folded up inside, and worked my way around into them. She tasted wonderful.

Thuy had started a rhythmic breathy mewing, which went up or down, depending on how well I was doing. Kneeling above me, she had her hands on my chest. Her fingers also told me whenever I did something extra special.

I managed to get my hands in and spread her outer lips, helping me gently touch her clit with my tongue. At the same time I rubbed the hard little rod above. She gasped at the combined touch.

"Thuy, you look so fucking sexy," Thien said in a husky voice. I recognised her arousal in her voice.

"Thanks Thien, this is so, so good. And I like you watching. I love you, Thien."

"We love you, Thuy."

I could sense her becoming gradually more demanding. She clutched my chest and started to swing her head as her pleasure rose. Then she stiffened.

"Thien, you suck him."

"What?"

"Suck his cock. In front of me. Look, it's gone soft." I had been concentrating so much on Thuy's generous fluids.

"Me suck him??"

"Take your clothes off, come up here and suck his cock for me." Can't say clearer than that.

I listened for the rustle of clothes dropping, then the bed lurched as a third body climbed on. With no sight I had to imagine Thien as she brushed against my inner thighs and positioned herself. My cock was hardening at the thought.

A little hand stood my cock upright. I knew that hand, that touch, that tiny rubbing with the thumb. My beautiful Thien, I know the feel of her! I love that girl.

Then I couldn't think. She must have worked up some spit, as her lips slid effortlessly halfway down the shaft. My whole body stiffened and I cried out into Thuy's pussy. My hands around her big buttocks pressed into the yielding skin. Thuy laughed aloud as Thien bobbed up and down on my straining rod.

"He likes that! Feel him stiffen! Thien, you are the best cocksucker! But you keep eating me, boy - this is for my pleasure!"

It was so hard to stay on the job. Even with Thuy's hole open above me, just the thought of Thien bobbing and licking, let alone the tingles spreading out from my cock and the cool-then-warm sensations, were all driving me crazy. Luckily Thien stopped before my explosion.

"I have another idea," she said. I could actually hear the naughty look on her face.

She licked her way up my torso and chest, then I felt her chin on my chest. It seems she was now going up Thuy's soft body. She had wriggled up me and was sitting on my waistline.

"Mmm, yes, suck my tits. Suck them both." Thuy's voice was softer. "Kiss them. Kiss me. Give me your tits. Mmm, hard nipples."

My two Asian princesses were now sitting on me and tonguing each other. I could feel tiny changes in weight as one then the other took over. I wasn't in it, but boy it was sexy.

Abruptly Thuy broke off and stood up on the bed.

"Now we do something different." She had a smile that was more than naughty, so I was looking forward to this.

"You both kiss my tits." We knelt like slaves in front of her and obeyed. I ran a hand around her bottom and up into her wet cleft and she wriggled with pleasure, then pushed it away.

"Stroke my front and my legs, but not my pussy. I will do my pussy. Brush my body."

She sighed as we caressed her plump tummy and legs. I licked her thighs while my hands reached up to her soft round boobs. Thien copied me and our four hands played with each other as well as her nipples. Thuy watched contentedly.

"Good, this is so good. You make me feel so strong & sexy, I love this. I love you both. Now, fuck for me."

I did not see that one coming. Thien and I looked at each other. Is this a line not to cross? Thien sat back.

"Okay." Oh my God Thien, you are a sexy angel.

"On all fours. Nick fucks you from behind. Your bum in the air!"

Thien squinted at Thuy and stuck her tongue out, but she could see there was no way out. She climbed off the bed and knelt on hands and knees, arching and curving her back. She knew Thuy liked the sexy talk. "Who wants to fuck me? Who wants to fuck this cunt? Who wants their cock deep inside me? Who wants to watch us fucking?" She was getting into it. Her furry thatch peeped out when she curved her back downwards.

I knelt behind her, glorying in that fine view. While being blindfolded with Thien's panties was an exquisite experience, the sight of her was that much better. Thien's small buttocks curved around a tiny anus, circled with a few hairs. I loved gently pulling those hairs. Further down her pussy lips hung open, ringed by more curly hairs. My cock was like a rod again as I eased it between her lips. Thuy stood on the bed and watched, stroking her own pussy.

"Wait. I want to see it go in. Come closer. Move around so I can see it going into her hole."

I ended up kneeling with my feet under the bed. Thien backed onto me so her opening was just in reach. Thuy knelt behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.

It is a special sight as your cock eases into a cunt from behind. The ring of the anus reacts, the pussy lips are wide open if you pull the buttocks gently apart. If the lady is aroused, her juices and her smell will delight you. There is less resistance inside as the cunt hangs open slightly. With a bit of spit you can slide all the way in in one easy thrust. And another easy thrust.

"Ah. So that's what fucking looks like." Thuy studied every detail as I pushed in and slid out of Thien. "Looks so good." I could feel her strumming her clit behind me.

Thien's long hair shook as I thrust into her. I could hear her ragged breathing. She put her shoulders down on the carpet and I felt a familiar tiny hand up touching my ramrod and rubbing her button. I started to work faster. Thuy's hand gripped my shoulder, her other was in her cleft rubbing madly.

"Can you wait till I come?"

"Fuck Thuy, I'll try." I slowed slightly. Thien growled at that. "Fuck! Fuck me! I want to come too! Fuck fast!"

What could I do? My cock was rock-hard, I could feel a surge building up in my balls. How was I going to stop this express train, I agonised.

Thuy solved the problem, by coming. "Ah, ah, ah, ggaaahhhhh!" She was bent over and above my head. I felt her breath in my hair and her nails digging into me.

"AAAHHHH! AAAHHHH! AAAHHHHHHNNN!" Her climax gripped her entire body. I would have shot my load except for her nails drawing blood on my shoulder. But Thien didn't know that. The sound of her best friend loudly coming tripped her over. She gave that gasp I love so much. Her cunt flexed around my cock.

I was still going. I rammed as much as I thought Thien could stand. She was back on all fours and panting. I was really close.

"Out of her. Come on her arse, so I see your come. " Fuck Thuy, are you still giving orders?

I must say I timed it perfectly. I felt my balls rise, a great surge started. I pulled out of Thien's cunt and rested against her anus. A sticky stream leapt out of my cock and up her back. I jerked and spattered my cum on her buttocks, in her butt hole, even on the floor probably. Thien grunted as she felt the pearly drops. Thuy sighed with satisfaction. She kissed my head.

A last spurt left my cock and it lay in the channel of her crack. the come joined the pool already there.

"Give me some, please. I want to taste yours." I scooped some up and stretched my hand over my head. Thuy sucked it in and ran her tongue between my fingers. One more tiny spurt left my cock. I scooped up some more and offered it to Thien. "My come, for my love." She licked it absently. 

Thuy let out a long sigh. "Please Nick, I want some more."

I was feeling happy. Happy in the warm room, with my gorgeous naked princesses. Happy to take and give so much pleasure, especially when my princesses came literally all around me. Happy just to be gazing at my Angel Thien, now sitting on the carpet beside me. Happiness and love welled up and overflowed. So when Thuy accidentally quoted the movie 'Oliver!' I completely lost it. I burst with laughter, fell over and rolled. I laughed as the tears rolled. I had trouble breathing. I imagined Harry Secombe shouting "Moooooore? Oliver's asked for more!" and I fell over laughing again.

Thuy was puzzled and very uncertain. I couldn't explain, so I mimed. I knelt before her and cupped my hands into a bowl. "Please sir, I want some more!" 

An instant of silence, then Thuy and Thien got it, laughing too much just as I was. Thien reached over and tugged my exhausted cock. "Please sir, I want some more!" We cracked up.

Thuy put her cupped hands out to me and lewdly flickered her tongue. "Please sir, I want some more!" Thien squealed, then sprang up. She got behind Thuy and wobbled her boobs at me. "Please sir, I want some more!" We howled with laughter. From behind she grabbed her plump tummy and stretched her belly button to make it talk, "Please sir, I want some more!" I couldn't breathe at all now. Thuy wiped some come off Thien's back and offered it around. "Please sir, here's some more!" Thien threw a cushion at her.

We wept and gasped with laughter, hugging and whispering into someone's ear, "Please sir, I want some more!" then roaring off again. We finally settled down, snuggled into Thuy's double bed, wiping the tears from each other's eyes. It was a time I will treasure for all my life.

Thuy had somehow put herself in the middle again. She held our hands under the cover.

"Thank you so much, again. You give me pleasure, you show me my own body and how sexy I am, you show me what to do to be a lover. I am so lucky, I have two angels, not one." On impulse we both kissed her on the cheek.

"Thien, I will be good. I will look after myself, and make sure Van looks after me. I'll make sure we have lots of fun! It's funny, I gave you lots of advice early on, but you've given me the best lesson I could have. You and Nick." She gave me a tender kiss full on the lips, then kissed Thien the same way.

"Thank you for this treasure. Thank you for giving me Van. You are my angels." Thuy is going weird again. Saved by the door.

There was a knocking. "Come in!" Called Thuy. Her flatmate looked in, saw three bodies in the bed, saw clothes everywhere and said nothing. She went out again.

THUY'S EPILOGUE

Van came back. He stayed true to the angel, and to me. I told him the angel had taught me a lot as well. He was surprised to hear this, very surprised by my change in attitude. There was no more Submissive Asian Lady! But he liked a lot of the changes and he respected the others. He liked the fun we had! He gives me pleasure I did not think possible.

We are married; he could not be a better husband. We have a baby on the way. Everyone says, baby in the house, sex out of the house, but I want to be different. We are different. I don't know if we have the perfect love of Thien and Nick, but this is the special love I was looking for.