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Part 1 –
Tran had worked his rice fields for nearly his whole life, at 42 he was comfortable in his life. For some people, farming was back breaking work, sloshing around in the mud planting rice, then harvesting and all that went with it. Tran saw it as a great pleasure, he paced his movements, never rushed and always finished his daily tasks and had time to rest and sit under a tree and appreciate the natural beauty of where he lived and the simple routines of his life as a farmer. Maybe because of his appreciation of his life and his comfort, it also happened that he was a very successful farmer and despite his humble appearance and simple way of life he was wealthy enough to afford a good education for his c***dren and even took holidays by the sea, when his wife was still alive. Nowadays he would still go for a holiday but he missed the companionship and the physical contact of a woman in his life.

His son Vinh, often helped him in the rice fields and, unusually for a young teenager, he too saw the beauty of his family’s simple life. When he was 17 he took up a study scholarship and had to move to the city to a residential college. Hanoi was not very far away, but he was devoting himself to his studies and rarely had time to come and help in the fields the way used to when he was younger. But Vinh still had the farming rhythms in his blood, and he was sad to know that when planting season was near, he couldn’t help his father the way he had since he was a little boy. It’s not that the work was particularly difficult, but he knew that his father would appreciate the help of an extra pair of hands. So he rang his girlfriend Phuong, and asked if she would mind helping his father plant the young green shots in the flooded paddy fields. She was happy to help, even as a young c***d she had worked and helped her parents with their rice fields so helping Vinh’s father was not difficult at all. Phuong was younger than Vinh but they were betrothed in the traditional sense. Her appearance belied her young age, she was already as tall as Vinh, she had a handsome rather than pretty face, and seemed to have a worldly wisdom well beyond her 14 years.

So on the appointed day, in the cool of the early morning Phuong arrived at the house of her boyfriend’s father. It was going to be a hot day so they wanted to make an early start, today’s rice fields were in a remote corner of land at the foot of a limestone hill so they cycled together along the shady lanes, around the outcrop of limestone hills and through a small forest until they reached the fields that Tran was planting that day. There was small stream running alongside the field, babbling with clear cool water and fringed by a dense grove of weeping willow trees, with their long slender tendrils trailing in the water. Tran and Phuong parked their bikes under a group of trees – and unpacked the supplies that they would need for the day. Phuong’s mother was a long time friend of Tran, in fact her daughter had caught her mother gazing at Tran in a way that seemed to suggest that somewhere in the dim past they were much more than just neighbours. Phuong’s mother was pleased that her daughter was betrothed the Vinh and she liked the idea that her daughter was spending the day helping her future husband’s father in the fields. She had packed a picnic for both of them – some sticky rice, chicken, some corn and two sweet mangoes. Knowing that they would be working for a few hours before they took a break, Phuong hung the hamper from a tree branch to keep it cool and out of reach of ants and other hungry creepy crawlies.

As she reached up high over her head to secure the hamper, Tran looked guardedly at Phuong’s lovely long slender body. Reaching up high her shirt lifted above her pants and revealed a flat smooth stomach, the waistband of the pants fell low and seemed to rest just above her pubic mons. Everything about Phuong reminded Tran of her mother. She moved with the same casual elegance of a Siamese cat. This morning she wore a pair of louse fitting simple cotton pants and a white singlet top with thin string shoulder straps. While they were riding together and chatting Tran had already noticed that Phuong didn’t bother with a bra – her singlet top gapped open – Phuong knew that Tran was looking at her young breasts, she enjoyed the little thrill it gave her and the way that thrill made her nipples shrink and tighten and grow longer. The more excited she became the more obvious it was, the more Tran could see – small pleasures for both man and young girl.

Tran had previously set up a square of young green rice seedlings in one corner of the field – it was a bright green square within a small lake of brown muddy water, it was quite a spectacular sight. He folded back the gauze cover that kept the birds away and started dividing the seedlings into smaller clumps that they would carry and use for planting.

Planting work is wet and messy – and they had to change out of their daily clothes to put on working clothes. Despite their little voyeuristic game earlier, Phuong felt a bit shy and awkward, being in the open air and with alone her boyfriend’s father, so they each stood little distance apart and stood back to back as they underdressed – Phuong faced towards the stream and Tran towards the field of muddy water.

Although Phuong was growing up in a country community, it was a well-to-do community and more or less each house, had a computer and internet access. Phuong and her school friends were almost addicted to internet chatting and despite her mother’s stern warnings, she had a number of internet ‘’friends’’ who were clearly older men who obviously got a thrill from chatting to young girls in very explicit sexual terms. These men were always trying to arrange meetings in secret locations, but being modern girls, Phuong and her friends were awake to such trickery and always managed to side stepped such entrapments – besides, they lived in the country and these liaisons were usually in the city. Despite avoiding entrapments, by the age of 14 nearly 15, Phuong and her friends already had a pretty good idea of the gender politics of sex – access to web sites that gave them a education in a wide range of sexual pleasures – they didn’t bother with the fringe fetish sex sites, they looked very strange and the girls all decided that those sites were probably only interesting to girls from Saigon.

As coy as Phuong was in the company of her future father in-law, she was still feeling slightly aroused and couldn’t resist sneaking a quick peak at the man as he got undressed. She turned a little so she could look without being obvious, to her pleasant surprise she saw that Tran was completely naked and standing looking across the field. Years of manual work had given him a strong slim body – at 42 he was still a very good looking physical man. What really caught Phuong eye was that he was so obviously aroused. His penis was much longer that she had imagined and just now, although it was not erect it certainly was as fat as her wrist and hanging well out from his body – his penis was circumcised so the head was smooth and had a thick edge around it, the shaft of his cock was long and looked a delicious meaty sausage - he had what was quite simply, a really good looking cock. Phuong was instantly aroused, she u*********sly caressed her breast with one hand while hold her pants half way down her slim legs with the other.

With his back to Phuong, Tran bent over to pick up the baggy cotton pants that he was going to wear in the fields – with his legs slightly apart he bent from the waist, Phuong’s eyes lingered down his naked body, deep into the cleft between his firm rounded buttocks, she explored him in great detail – his firm round balls hung in their skin bag, the left one slightly higher than the other and still his fat penis hanging down, tempting her hungry mouth. Whether or not Tran knew that Phuong was watching, is impossible to say – but he certainly made no attempt to move quickly, he never looked in her direction and Phuong enjoyed watching this mature muscular naked man bending over for her pleasure. He finally stood up and looked across the fields and then donned his baggy work pants and light jacket, all in a relaxed and unhurried way. Without turning around he called out,
‘’Phuong, are you ready yet?’’ Phuong had become a bit mesmerized and in fact she was still was completely naked,
‘’oh no! ah no, not yet!’’ she stumbled her words out and she flushed bright red with embarrassment. As Tran started down the embankment he continued talking without turn around,
‘’I suppose you’ve been enjoying the view? And so you should, it’s a beautiful day and we’re in a beautiful place.’’ Phuong’s guilty conscience attached all sorts of innuendo to his innocent words.
‘’What did you say?’’ she asked, then suddenly she realized that she shouldn’t have asked a question, because now he’ll turn around and see that she is still naked – her erotic pleasure was rapidly turning into acute embarrassment. To Phuong’s immense relief Tran didn’t turn around and walking towards the seedlings he repeated over his shoulder,
‘’I hope you enjoyed the view.” Again, a sentence full of innuendo to the guilty mind,
“oh yes,” Phuong recovered a little “....the view from here is truly lovely, i can see into the mountain valley and the rocks and lovely thick tree trunks beyond – it looks like a very nice place to be.” Phuong was happy with that response.
“Well your mother certainly thought so – did you know that she and i used to go on picnics in that place, years ago back in the days before marriage and c***dren and that sort of thing?”
“no, ah no, i didn’t know that.” Phuong was now sure that Tran and her mother shared more than a banana leaf of sticky rice together,
“No, she never mentioned that.” This had given Phuong time to pull on the large baggy pants and tie up the draw string, around her slim waist. She wrapped the cotton jacket across her body – it didn’t have any buttons, just another draw string that she wrapped around her back and tied at the front. The halves of the jacket seemed to be constantly at war with each other because they really didn’t like staying close and tended to gape at the slightest movement. They each wore the traditional conical straw hat – even in these modern times that ancient hat was still the best thing to wear in the fields of Vietnam.

And so it was that while the day was still young and air had not yet started to get too hot, Phuong and Tran, wearing more or less identical outfits stepped barefoot into the knee deep muddy waters of the flooded rice paddy and started planting the beautiful bright green young seedlings one by one in straight lines. Each clutched a group of seedlings and while bent forward, with one hand would take a seedling from the other hand and plunge it through the water and bury it’s roots into the soft mud. They worked by walking backwards, side by side in separate rows, and churning the mud with their toes loosening it ready for the next seedling.

For the first hour or so Phuong was constantly adjusting the warring two halves of her light cotton jacket. Looking down, even she could see her lovely breasts – she was quite proud of her breasts, they were already taking on the smooth full curvaceous shape that her mother still held at 35 years old, even after 3 c***dren and a very attentive husband. Their house was one of the better houses in the village, three storeys and brick. But even so, the passion and the pleasure that her parents enjoyed together was obvious to everyone – and a comfort. The k**s liked the fact that their parents were lovers as well as parents – it seemed to be the natural order of things. Within the household they were quite open about their naked body with each other, it wasn’t until Phuong was about 12 or 13 that she started to be hesitant about her own nakedness around the house – as a young girl she thought nothing of wandering into the bathroom while either of her parents were showering – or would sit on her parents bed and chat away while they got undressed – her father would often kiss her mother on her breasts or the back of her neck while they were naked together. She remembers as a young c***d being with her parents while they had sex together – it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world – their pleasure and love for each other was obvious even to a young c***d, and it was comforting.

Seeing a naked man was not news for Phuong – being in the open air and alone with a naked man who was not her father, now that was a totally different experience.

As the morning wore on Phuong’s attire became more and more revealing. The baggy pants were now soaked with water and they stuck to her like a second skin. Tran enjoyed letting his gaze wander up her long slim legs and dwelling on her firm arse, as she bent further forward the wet cloth became transparent and he could see the swelling and folds of the sweet outer lips of her smooth hairless vagina. After a while Phuong could no longer be bothered trying to pull her jacket together with her muddy hands, so she just kept working alongside her boyfriend’s father. From time to time Tran looked across at Phuong and enjoyed the sight of the young girl’s breasts as they hung inside the jacket. More than once Phuong looked across to see Tran’s attention, she smiled slightly and let him know that he was welcome to enjoy this view as much as he liked, he smiled back.

As they finished planting each clump of seedlings, Tran went across to the diminishing square of seedlings, and returned with two more clumps to plants. Grateful for the break, Phuong would straighten up and put her hands on her hips and then arch her back to relieve the strain in her muscles. Her jacket was open to her waist and she enjoyed the warm sunlight on her chest.

As he walked towards her, Phuong noticed that under his pants, Tran’s penis was now bigger than before – it pressed forward under the fabric it was easy to make out the exact details for the head and shaft of his cock as it shifted from side to side. Phuong made no effort to conceal her interest in the man’s cock, and Tran simply met her gaze with a rye smile, and continued to walk towards her holding a muddy clump of green seedlings in each hand. Without the slightest hesitation Tran stopped close enough to Phuong for her to feel his half erect penis brush against her thigh, he bent down and kissed her in the middle of her chest. Phuong was astounded – not shocked – she was astounded, impressed, thrilled and finally, deeply aroused. No man had even kissed her in such an intimate way before. Tran stood up, looked Phuong in the eyes and smiled,
“Here this is for you.” As he handed her the clump of seedlings, again his half erect cock rubbed against her thigh,
“Once we have planted this one, and then one more, we can take a break in the shade.” Phuong wasn’t quite sure what to think, she simply answered,
“Yeah, OK. That would be good, I’m getting pretty hot out here in the sun.” oh no, she thought – Phuong you idiot - i’m getting pretty hot – where did that come from? Why didn’t i just say, i’d love to suck your cock – he must think that i’m such a dag.
“i know what you mean, it’s not a good idea to work in the sun at this time of day. And it would be nice to get these muddy wet clothes off and wash them out. We can hang them off a branch and let them dry while we rest together in the shade after we have something to eat and drink before we start again for the afternoon.” Tran didn’t wait for a reply he just bent over and started planting seedlings again. Phuong’s ears where burning, her mind was racing, her breasts were swelling – what did he just suggest?
Phuong bent forward and out of habit Tran looked across to see the beautiful young girl working bare breasted along side of him, they both smiled at each other and raced through the next two clumps of seedlings.

Side by side they sloshed across to the embankment that separated the rice field from the stream. Being taller than Phuong, Tran easily climbed out of the water and up to the top of the embankment, there he turned and offered his hand to help Phuong up the steep slippery slope. By now Phuong’s jacket was completely open, even the draw string had come adrift – actually, that accidental final falling apart of Phuong’s jacket had taken her quite some effort to achieve – he looked down at her lovely face and her half naked body, long a slim with young girls breasts filling and becoming shapely – Phuong returned his lingering gaze without a hint of self consciousness or embarrassment, by now she was well accustomed to Trans caressing eyes. She held up her hands and Tran hauled her up the slippery slope, as she reached the level ground she drifted forward and apparently accidently crashed into him, instinctively Tran caught her by the waist. They stood like this for just a moment, Tran took Phuong’s hat off and kissed her on the top of the head and said nothing, actions speak louder than words and that said plenty.
“Come on, time to get washed and we can have a look at this picnic that your mother has prepared for us.” Tran gave her a hung and they took a small step back.

Their clothes were soaked in muddy water, their raw cotton colour had become a brown as the flooded paddy, and that now they were out of the paddy and had time to pause and look, they saw that their bodies were smeared with mud. Not just their faces, somehow mud had got into Phuong’s hair – she had streaks of mud across her body and her breasts. For no accountable reason, Phuong suddenly started to wonder if there were other people around and she pulled her cotton jacket closer and covered herself. Tran smiled when he saw Phuong’s modesty,
“There’s no need to worry, i work this field a lot and there is nobody even close to here. This is a completely private corner of the countryside, as i said, many years ago your mother used to enjoy the view form here, I’ve been coming here for a long time.” Phuong had forgotten his earlier comments about her mother – in an odd way it gave her some comfort.
“Let’s get these clothes rinsed off.” Tran said as her walked between the trees and across the soft grass towards the stream. “We can hang them in these trees to dry off.”
Phuong noticed that he didn’t make any move towards getting his dry clothes, a small flush of sexual arousal washed through her body, the natural inevitability of it was exciting.
As Tran walked ahead Phuong looked around and like before, she was struck by the beauty of where they were. The grass was soft and green, the trees provided a canopy of leaves giving soft dappled light. The stream bubbled happily along and then spilled over a small waterfall to form a pool just in front of them, and then over some rocks and became a babbling brook again as it flowed away. The stream bed was obviously rocky, made up of the same limestone that formed the surrounding hills, as a result the water was crystal clear and sparkled and danced in the sunlight. Beyond were the steep peaks and thick jungle that surrounded this private little Shangri-La.
Phuong could clearly see the bottom of the pond – she never imagined such a place existed near her home. Tran veered left, downstream,
“We should wash the mud off on the downstream side so we don’t muddy up the pool.” Phuong was walking behind him, she was all as once excited, shy, aroused, hesitant and oh so very willing. Tran walked into the stream and took off his muddy jacket. Phuong sat on a large flat rock at the edge of the stream and watched. The rock was warm from the sun, but the trees kept the direct sunlight off. Tran sunk the jacket and washed out and rinsed the jacket several times,
“What’s up – are you coming in?” Tran asked, he knew she was now feeling shy, their little game in the paddy was one thing but bathing together is another. He was happy to let her make her own time. Tran finished rinsing the jacket, it was always going to be coloured like mud, but at least now it was relatively clean, he rinsed it one last time and then wrung it out and walked across to Phuong. Wrapping the jacket into a tight ball he put it on the rock next to her. Wearing just his soaking wet pants, he smiled to her’
“Are you coming in?” Phuong looked up and then back down his body, the wet fabric was clinging to his legs, he was standing slightly lower than Phuong, his penis so obviously aroused but not really erect, was wrapped in clinging wet fabric was at about Phuong’s face level, she fought to resist an urge to reach out and take hold of his thick long shaft.
“yes, in a minute, I’m just enjoying sitting here in the shade. This is such a beautiful place – I’m surprised nobody else seems to know about it?”
“It’s not that much of a secret, it’s just that at this time of year it’s very hot and especially at this time of day, nobody wants to come out here, that’s why we started so early this morning.” Tran stood up and started back into the water, untying the string around his waist as he walked. In the shallow water, Tran slipped off his pants and was now naked in the dappled sunlight – it was all so natural and relaxed. He now bent over and repeated the washing and rinsing with his pants. Standing with his legs apart Phuong again enjoyed letting her eyes linger and explore between his naked buttocks, his balls were hidden in his pubic hair, his cock hung down and swayed as he washed away – Phuong’s mouth watered as if she were about to take a mouthful of food.

As Tran washed his pants, Phuong stood up on the shady rock and took off her jacket, then untied the drawstring around her pants and let them fall to the ground. She stood there for a moment – relishing the thrill of being naked in nature, naked in the sunshine and naked with a man who was probably her mother’s former lover and naked with the man who is her boyfriend’s father – it was all very sinful, she felt surges of sexuality washing through her body. She reached up and stretched her long slim body up towards the lovely green canopy of leaves.
“aah, this is so beautiful.” She almost whispered, but being sure that Tran could hear. He turned around and drank in the forbidden fruit of her young naked body, her small but shapely breasts her slim waist and hips and nestling between her unusually long legs, a deep cleft with just a blush of soft hair. Phuong relaxed her stretch and then squatted down to pick up her clothes. Tran’s eyes naturally sought between her legs the sight of the outer lips of her young vagina, smooth and hairless. Phuong felt his gaze as surely as if it were his fingers gently exploring her body, she stayed squatting this way as she gathered her muddy clothes and eventually stood up and walked into the stream close to Tran.

Phuong sat in the stream and let the cool clear water wash around her body, being naked in nature, the outdoors was a new sensation for Phuong, and she liked it, it was an odd feeling of freedom, it was certainly a feeling of erotic pleasure – a few old taboo’s were crumbling in her mind. It was nice to be naked in the sunshine, it was nice to swim naked in the stream – although some taboo’s stayed in place and the sinfulness of it is what made it an irresistible allure.
Phuong found a sandy patch on the bottom of the stream and knelt to wash her clothes. When they no longer leached mud she stood up and walked back to the rock wrapping them in a tight bundle and bending from the waist she placed them on the rock next to Tran’s clothes, she stood up and turned back to the stream,
“There, that’s the clothes washed.” She smiled to Tran. He really couldn’t take his eyes off her elegant body, and Phuong allowed herself the pleasure of her eyes exploring the naked man. Tran returned her smile, his hands ached to touch the young girl’s body, but he was a patient man and he could see by her body language, she was relaxed and obviously enjoying the erotic thrill of just taking her time and wandering around getting in touch with her new feelings. Tran walked to the edge of the pool and then with the grace of a fish he slipped under the surface without a splash and swam underwater. Phuong’s eyes followed his naked body under the water, he surfaced at the end of the pool next to the little waterfall and stood in the waist deep water,
“Well, are you coming in? You’ve still got mud all over your body and your face, it’s probably in your hair. Come over here and I’ll wash it out.”
“But i can’t swim like you.” Phuong looked suspiciously across the water. She was happy to see that it wasn’t very deep.
“That’s ok, you can walk it’s not very deep.” And so Phuong carefully worked her way across the pool. He was encouraged that when he invited her to let him wash her naked body her biggest concern was the depth of the water. Tran watched her every movement, under the water he felt with satisfaction his penis starting to become fuller but not yet an erection. As she reached Tran, Phuong let him wash water across her shoulders and down her chest, his hands lingering across her breasts and then down her sides and across her flat stomach and back up, massaging her breasts upwards. Phuong was happy to let him do whatever he wanted; touch her wherever his hands led him. They remained standing naked in the clear pool in the soft shaded light of the day caressing and exploring each others body.
All the time Phuong’s mind was swirling with contradiction, this felt too good to stop, but this is my boyfriend’s father, he is a trusted family friend and my mother’s former lover.
Phuong was overwhelmed by senses, the ceaseless sound of the waterfall, not roaring or crashing just plunging water filled her ears, when she opened her eyes and looked up there was the filtered light through the trees, she was weightless in the water, he carried her along in the shallow pool and tenderly washed her body, she explored his body with nervous and curious hands, reaching around behind him and feeling deep into his body with her fingers, she penetrated him slightly, he gasped with pleasure. She held his erection in her hands masturbating him, fondling his balls being careful to give pleasure and not pain. They continued in this way for who knows how long, smiling and moaning from the pleasure of being touched. After an age, Tran looked down at the floating girl;
“I think your body is clean, would you like something to eat?” his words didn’t break the spell, they just introduced and new option,
“Yes, that would be nice i’m very hungry – we planted and lot of seedlings this morning.” Tran laughed to himself, there’s a seed i would like to plant inside of you he thought.

Together they waded back across the pool and down the stream and to the rock to pick up their clothes. Tran picked up the pile of clothes and hung them in the tree, his erection had subsided and although his penis was still large it wasn’t erect anymore.
As Tran hung their clothes Phuong took the picnic bag down from the branch, she spread out the cotton cloth and they sat opposite each other with the food between them. Phuong sat with her legs folded behind her, so did Tran although whereas Phuong managed to conceal her sex, Tran’s penis was still prominent.
They unwrapped the two sticky rice from the banana leaf and laid out the chicken and pieces of corn that Phuong’s mother had cooked she had peeled the meat off the bone making is easier to eat.
They ate the food in an absent minded kind of way, each a little lost in their own thoughts. Phuong shifted her position a couple of times, each time Tran glanced between her legs and noticed that her lips where glistening with moisture.
“You have such lovely breasts.” Tran said admiringly,
“thanks, most of my friends don’t have properly formed breasts yet, i think i’m lucky.” She thought best not to mention that his son was very keen on her breasts and enjoyed sucking her nipples, to her surprise Tran went on,
“They’re very much like i remember your mother’s breasts.” That was a small revelation,
“Were you two lovers?” Phuong couldn’t resist asking, Tran laughed,
“Oh no, you’re not getting me to answer something like that.” He reached across and cupped his hand over Phuong’s left breast, “I simply said you have beautiful breasts and they remind me of you mother.” He laughed and sat back wishing he had kissed her nipples as well.

Changing the subject Phuong asked,
“i always heard that if a man gets and erection and doesn’t have an orgasm then it does terrible things to him. Is that true? You seem ok?” Phuong looked calmly at Tran,
“That is such rubbish. I think that’s a story boys tell little girls so that the girls will either suck them and masturbate them to an orgasm. If a man has an erection and he doesn’t go through to an orgasm, then nothing happens, no doubt he feels frustrated and wishes he had cum, but in fact nothing happens. The blood that swells his penis simply circulates back into his blood stream, the semen that was produced also is absorbed back into the blood stream and he gets angry because he didn’t get an orgasm.”
“Oh really, my friend told me that her boyfriend said he would get very sick and might even die if she didn’t keep masturbating him.” Tran laughed, “and so i suppose she kept going and he got an orgasm?”
“Yes, except she was sucking him.”
“lucky boy.” Then as an after thought he asked, “How old was she?”
“that was last year, i suppose she about 13 then.” Phuong felt Tran’s penis grow in her hand, she noticed the clear sticky liquid coming from the eye of his cock, Tran wiped it onto his finger and held it to Phuong’s lips, she opened her mouth and sucked his finger.
“That’s nice, very subtle taste, what is it?”
“It’s pre-cum, it’s the fluid the body produces to lubricate the inside of the penis so that the semen flows smoothly.”

They ate as much of the chicken and rice as they felt like and wrapped up the remainder and put it back in the basket. Tran took a small knife from the basket and sliced off one side of the mango, cut it into squares, folded it back and passed it to Phuong. He cut a piece for himself as well. Sitting naked in the open air and eating mangoes is one of life’s erotic pleasures. Phuong made no attempt to stop the mango juice from dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts. In a joking mood Tran took Phuong’s half of the mango and his own and cupped them over each of Phuong’s breasts,
“There, a mango bikini top.” he laughed
“Yes, very tasty – but what am i supposed to wear on the bottom half.” Phuong held the mango skins in place and Tran got the seed, still thick with juicy sweet flesh, he positioned it between Phuong’s legs covering her pubic mons.
“It’s not really the right shape.” Tran looked at the seed,
“Maybe it would fit better somewhere else. It’s certainly the right shape?” Phuong turned the seed and ran the fleshy edge against the lips of her vagina, “but i’m still a virgin, so it’s not going to fit, i guess i’ll just have to go bottomless.” With that she handed the seed to Tran, “here, you can eat this.” She smiled and Tran obliged.
Phuong now had bits of mango across her breasts, stuck in the fine thin hair across her pubic mns and now bits of mango stuck in her young vagina. Making no attempt to clean herself up Phuong packed up the rest of the picnic things and hung the basket back in the tree.

When she turned back, Tran was laying on his side along the cotton rug leaving a space form Phuong to lay beside him. Phuong lay close to Tran her motioned her to lay facing the opposite way to him and on her front with her arms folded under her head, he gently spread her legs wider apart, Phuong enjoyed the sunlight on her body, but instinctive tensed her body when he touched her high up on her inner thigh,
“Just relax.” he whispered, and then started to gently trail his finger tips along the whole length of her lovely young body, from her shoulders down her back and across the back of her hips down the outside of leg legs, then returning upwards along the backs of her legs and then up along her inner thigh and slowly trailing across her vagina not penetrating her but slipping between her moist lips, across her arse, Phuong breathed out as she was consumed by an inner calm ecstasy. Again and again Tran gently caressed her body in its most intimate places, his fingers slipping deeper and deeper into her wet vagina,
“be careful there.” She whispered, “i told you, I’m a virgin and i want to stay that way.” Tran opened her lips and could see the skin covering her vaginal opening, the small opening was flowing with clear sticky fluid. He bent forward and licked his tongue along from her clitoris along her vagina and final across her arse – again and again his tongue explored deep into her virginal body. Phuong was breathing a bit more loudly and rapidly – she felt this surely must be close to her orgasm. She slipped her arm out from under her head and went in search of Tran’s penis, she wrapped her long slender fingers around his cock, it was soft to touch but hard through the middle, the head was sticky with pre-cum. Tran kept masturbating and sucking Phuong’s vagina – finally she was overwhelmed, her body was ridged and loose all at the same time, she was flushed with hot and cold, her skin tingled suddenly she couldn’t stand Tran’s mouth touching her vagina but she wanted more and more. He firmly massaged her breasts pinching her nipples in a glorious confusion of pleasure and pain. Her body convulsed her breathing was erratic – her orgasm crashed through her like giant wave leaving Phuong exhausted and alive. After a while she relaxed again and Tran slowed and reverted to his gentle caressing. Phuong lay back and enjoyed the combination of masturbation and massage for a while longer.

When she felt composed again, Phuong shifted over and got Tran to lay on his back, she then sat astride his chest with her back to him, holding and masturbating his cock. As she leant forward to suck him she presented him with her wide open view and then pushed herself back to engage his mouth against her vagina.
Phuong masturbated and sucked Tran’s cock while he again licked and sucked her virginal opening. From his breathing she sensed that his orgasm was building. She changed position and sat next to Tran and kept masturbating him, one hand sliding up and down his cock the other exploring between his legs massaging his balls and her finger wriggling into his anus. From time to time she would bend forward and suck the head of his cock licking the pre-cum, finally he sighed,
“Oh yes, that’s so good” he whispered in a sigh of pleasure “i don’t want to hold on, i’m about to cum.”
Phuong opened her mouth over the head of his cock and started to suck as she masturbated him. Tran opened his eyes to watched Phuong masturbating and sucking him, her small breasts moving to the rhythm of her lovely young body, unable to hold back any longer he let go and a bolt of warm semen quickly filled Phuong’s mouth. She felt his penis thrusting deeper into her mouth as more semen shot out of his cock. She sucked him noisily trying to hold the semen in her mouth and not swallow yet. The sticky white liquid mixed with her saliva and dribbled out of her mouth and back down his cock, when she was sure he had finished his orgasm, Phuong sat up and smiled back to Tran, his sperm filled her mouth. She smiled and swallowed the mixture of semen and saliva in one gulp.
“Mmmm, not so bad, it doesn’t taste like i thought it would – do want to try some?”
To Tran’s surprise Phuong then lent forward and clasped her mouth over his, she let the remnants of the mix of saliva and sperm flow back into Tran’s mouth, he tasted himself inside her mouth. She sat back and held his still erect penis in her hand and milked out the last of the semen, as it escaped form the slit Phuong sucked it off and passed it to Tran’s mouth again,
“Nice taste?” she smiled
“Well that was a first for me.” Tran said in genuine surprise, “But you taste much better.”
“It’s amazing what you learn off the internet.” Phuong smiled and then lay down and snuggled against his body – the taste of his semen and the residual feeling of her own wonderful orgasm, Phuong was asleep almost instantly.

They slept each others arms, naked in the open air, under the gentle shade of the trees watched over by nature – the young girl and the man together having drunk from each others body, the taste lingering in their mouth.

When they awoke they went back to the stream and washed each other, their erotic desire now transferred to loving care. They decided that it was too late to plant the rest of the paddy rice so they reluctantly put their clothes back on, and packed the bicycles and cycled back to their village.

Tran accompanied Phuong to her front door, her mother came out and welcomed Phuong with a kiss. The mother paused and looked at her daughter – and kissed her again,
“Did you manage to plant all the rice?” she asked looking at her daughter with a bemuse quizzical look,
“No mum, not really, we fell asleep after lunch and it got too late.” Her mother looked across to Tran, he could have swore that she smiled slightly,
“Ok darling, how about you go inside and ring Vinh? I’m sure he would love to hear all about your day helping his father.” she kissed her one more time – she was sure that she caught the scent of a familiar pleasant memory. As Phuong wandered inside, the mother looked to Tran, her former lover,
“She seems very happy for someone who has just spent the day in a flooded paddy field.” She smiled whimsically at him, “i think you said you were going to the paddy near the stream around the hills? I remember it’s quite secluded and a very beautiful place.”
“Yes, and it still is. Just a beautiful day in nature, planting young rice.” Tran smiled,
“yes i do remember about planting young rice.” She kissed the Tran, lingering maybe a little too long, but who would have noticed, and he cycled home.