Kit Kat.

Elaine (shouting): ‘Do you want Kit Kat? I’ve got a lot in my fridge.’

Gwen (shouting): ‘Okay! Bring more!’

Elaine went back to her room with 4 packets of kit kats and handed two to her sister, before going back to her bed opposite hers to continue with her show. Gwen was on her bed as well, facing Elaine so she wouldn’t notice the gay video playing on her screen. The two sisters ate the chocolate and Gwen’s panties was getting wetter as the men started doing each other.

Covering her legs with her blanket, she started masturbating herself discreetly, while Elaine typed away on her computer. Taking breaks in between, Gwen accidentally touched on the second packet of Kit Kat on her bed, and a temptation to ‘use’ it came to her. She unwrapped it casually and dropped one under her legs, while quickly finishing the other piece.

Back under her thighs, the cold chocolate was making its way into her pussy and Gwen’s body reacted weirdly.

Elaine: ‘Are you okay? Why are you shivering?’

Gwen: ‘Just a bit cold.’

As Gwen moved the chocolate faster, some of it melted and formed a gooey warm lubricant that emitted a strong chocolatey smell. Suddenly, more shivers came and her face went red with a little shortness of breath.

Seeing that her sister got so tired all of a sudden, Elaine went over to her sister’s bed when her eyes were closed and saw the wrapped all over the blanket, with two men engaging in some dirty acts on her monitor.

Although the blanket was covering Gwen’s lap, a tiny gap at her feet was all Elaine needed to peer into it and saw the mess between her legs. Elaine then lifted up the area around her feet up to her knees, giving Gwen a shock.

Gwen: ‘Oh my god! What are you doing?’

Elaine: ‘Just having a better view? You’re such a dirty girl! Why did you use the Kit Kat?!’

Gwen: ‘I was just.. you already knew what I did! Why still ask?’

The small talk went away and Elaine helped her get her laptop off, and exposed her chocolate-covered pussy so Gwen would not dirty the sheets.

Elaine: ‘It’s quite interesting to use Kit Kat bars eh. I’ve never thought of it.’

Gwen: ‘It’s just an accident.’

Elaine: ‘Yeah right.’

Gwen held the wet tissues in her hand, and prepared to wipe the mess up, but Elaine had stopped her before she did it.

Gwen: ‘Why? What’s wrong?’

Elaine: ‘I’ll help you. I can see better from here.’

Elaine sat on the floor between Gwen’s legs and used her fingers to reveal more of the chocolate stuck under the clit, intentionally turning her innocent younger sister on even more. Elaine swiped her fingers up and down her slit to wet her before pulling the rest of the wafer out, putting it into her own mouth to finish it.

Gwen was surprised at what her sister just did, and was wondering if she was turned on too. What Elaine did next gave her the answer, as she licked the chocolate at her clit with her tongue. Gwen was immediately thrown back to the wall next to her bed while her pussy was being stimulated by the hungry licking of her sister. The strokes around her labia was carefully directed to gather the gooey chocolate before a suck came forth to clean it up.

After some time of enjoying the cunnilingus, Gwen’s hands disappeared up her braless shirt and played with her own nipples. The sisters were having fun with each other and things were only about to get hotter.

Elaine finally cleaned most of the mess between her sister’s pink lips up and she went to her drawers, taking out a L shaped dildo. Without a word exchanged, the shorter end of the dildo went into her sister and Elaine climbed onto the bed, going over her sister’s feet and lowering herself down the longer end.

Elaine’s wet pussy made it easy to ride the stick and Gwen was getting hotter by the minute movements as her sister positioned herself on top. Once the toy found its way into the girls, not one inch of the dildo was left uncovered. Elaine then started moving her hips to thrust the toy into her sister and their faces rested on each others’ shoulders while soft moans were escaping their mouths.

Elaine (whispering): ‘I’ve long wished to use it with someone.’

Gwen (whispering): ‘I like how deep you are inside me.’

They continued the missionary style without much trouble and the younger sister (Gwen’s) mind was slowly going blank from the orgasm that was building up. Slowly but surely, the toy rammed harder into her and Elaine whispered to her that she was cumming soon. In a rhythmic manner, the toy slurped in and out of them until Gwen’s hands suddenly grabbed Elaine’s boobs, squeezing them so hard as a wave of orgasm flooded her mind. At the same time, Gwen’s pussy tightened so hard that the toy missed its chance to slip out, secured firmly instead inside her while her hips thrusted so hard that the tempo went messy.

The girls paused on top of each other panting, feeling their pussies working on the lifeless solid dildo.

Gwen: ‘Jie, can I try doing it in doggie?’

Elaine: ‘Yupp. Let’s change positions.’

Elaine pulled the toy out of her and went into doggie, awaiting her sister who was still fiddling with the dildo. Gwen had took the short break to change her shorter end with the longer one, and masturbated herself for a while before switching it back.

Elaine: ‘You don’t want the longer end?’

Gwen: ‘It’s too much for me, I don’t think I can move properly with it. I’ll just stick to the short one.’

The dildo extended out of Gwen’s legs like a penis and she guided it right into her sister’s pussy, delivering the full package in one stroke. A loud scream broke the silence as Elaine almost came from that one single thrust. That would be the result of a penis replacement as Gwen could not feel how dry or unprepared her sister was.

Anyway, since it was already in, Gwen wasted no time and began pounding her sister, making her scream in pleasure as the rod stretched her vagina deeper. The movements of the toy in Gwen was pushing against her g-spot as well and the incoming orgasm made her thrust even harder at her sister, hoping to cum together.

Five minutes passed and Gwen came right when Elaine went silent from the torturing speed she went at, moving so fast that it overwhelmed her pussy to a numbness. A gush of juices hit Elaine’s anus as Gwen held firmly onto her waist, trying to recompose herself. The fight with her squirting moment was a tough one and Elaine was helplessly teased by the random probing of the toy inside her.

Elaine: ‘I am going to cum. Sit down on the bed with the dildo inside. Guide me k?’

Gwen carefully sat herself on the bed and kept the connection stable, letting her sister adjust herself to ride in reverse cowgirl. Kneeling towards the front, Elaine started riding and made sure their pussies swallowed the dildo whole, giving her sister no chance to recover. The urgency to satisfy herself was overpowering and there was no time to waste.

With Gwen’s hips slapping hard against Elaine’s butt, the synchronised orgasm was coming quickly, giving Gwen the energy to ram upwards too. The two girls groaned and moaned like a slaughter house for a good five minutes, before a sudden slam onto Gwen’s groin ended the ride. A few motionless seconds lasted like hours as their pussies were inclining towards climax. The first domino fell and the Elaine jerked backwards, lying on her sister’s body as the dildo did a final rub on her g-spot.

Gwen hugged her sister tightly as their bodies started shaking, gradually intensifying from a small tremble to a convulsion. Possessed and exhausted, they allowed themselves to flip everywhere their minds wanted and squirted like an unmanned machine gun, spraying all over the bed. Their sanity managed to keep their hands together, but the mind blowing orgasms had already put them in a trance without hope of undoing what they had just experienced.

Slowly, the girls recovered their composure but was already too worn out to properly get dressed and sleep in their own bed. Dozing off in the messy bed, the dildo was in one corner while the sisters slept holding each others’ hands, too tired to say anything besides smiling in satisfaction.

So, this is how much pleasure a Kit Kat can give to a pair of sisters. ;)

Simple Intercourse.

After baby and I completed the projects that were due for the week, I headed for the shower while she tidied the room. We had booked a night in one of the budget hotel to rush the work and it was almost 8pm when we finished work with a small Mos Burger meal. Coming out of the small bathroom, I saw that baby had fallen asleep on the bed in the translucent white nightgown I bought for her. Actually, we already had one round of hot sex before we started working, and now, I was turned on by her pantyless butt facing me.

I climbed onto the bed silently and turned her on her back, before flipping her legs opened. Although she was exhausted, there was no resistance once I planted my face in her groin and started licking her. Baby did not favour my licking her pussy due to her shyness, but nonetheless, she liked what I did and looked at my hungry expression feasting on her pussy. It was a special feeling to see how baby got turned on by my mouth, and the moans she made sounded extra sexy.

Baby: ‘Baby horny?’

Me: ‘Yeah. You can rest. I will serve my baby tonight like a princess.’

She gave a weak smile before closing her eyes and going back to sleep. I continued licking her for a while more until she was wet to a point we did not need any lubricant. For most of our sex, we had to use the strawberry flavoured Durex lubricant except on occasions she was hornier than I. After her body was well juiced, I reached my hands under the mini dress to her nipples where she could not resist me pinching on them.

Once she pulled my hands away in pain, I knew she was ready and I raised her knees to my shoulders. It was an unusual position for the first entry, but she was too drowsy to care. I placed my thighs against her butt and pried her pussy lips opened while my dick pushed its way into her. Mechanically, it entered her at a steady pace and she only made a groaning noise throughout the whole process. Once I felt my dick fully indulged in the pleasure hole, I leaned my body forward to bend her legs further down. My lips touched hers and my tongue forced its way into her lifeless mouth.

As I had expected, she was too worn out to react and I just went on to pound her hard, making her struggle in a sleeping mode. From her knees together, they dropped apart to let me in deeper and she woke up slowly to my prodding tongue.

Baby: ‘Baby, wearing this kind of clothes actually turn me on a lot you know?’

Me: ‘I know. You were wet before I even lick you.’

Baby: ‘Humph! Expose me only.’

Her remarks assured me of our secret but fun relationship filled with sex and food. The only thing on my mind was to keep going and make her climax with my dick. It was after all hers to enjoy. I kept moving without rest and she was making faces of pleasure and agony, both from the sensitive areas I hit and the speed I went. It was the first time her pussy was so wet without any aid. It showed how much she wanted this.

Baby: ‘Change position? I am going to climax.’

I pulled out of her hastily and she flipped herself over. I helped her waist get into the height I needed and rammed my dick in without any warning. She did scream from the sudden entry, but the following strokes I made quickly turned her pain into pleasure. I was feeling hotter and hornier each time I felt her pussy tightened around me. Her dress was sticking onto her sweaty body too, while jerking back and forth from the force I applied into her.

Baby: ‘Are you going to shoot?’

Me: ‘Not yet.’

Baby: ‘Okay. Keep going until you are about to k?’

Me: ‘And then?’

Baby: ‘I want you to shoot in my mouth.’

Her mouth? It had never happened in our two year long relationship that she asked to unload at that spot. The taste of cum had never appealed to her, and I could clearly remember I only creamed in her mouth twice. This time, she gave up her comfort and offered me to finish it in her mouth. Why not?

I pounded her hard at varying speed until one of her arms reached backwards for me to stop. After she failed to ‘alert’ me, she went for the pillows instead and gathered two of them into her face. A long groan was screamed into it as her body relaxed while her vagina forced the life out of me. I could barely take the pressure in my dick and I knew she had cummed. Another first for her would be the pee-like fluid that flowed out of her pussy during the orgasm.

All I gave her was a minute to calm down before I continued the ramming into her pussy. It had gotten wetter and tighter, much to my delight. Without further ado, I fucked both our brains out until I felt the impending sense of doom. At that instant, I pulled my raw dick out of her and sat on the bed.

Baby: ‘You are shooting?’

Me: ‘Yeah.. ‘

She sat on her hips and pulled me to the pillow. I laid on the saliva smelling part accidentally and she laid her head on my stomach. My dick instantaneously teleported into another dimension as her tongue worked up and down my shaft, mixing the juices with her saliva. Her head had a boost of energy to keep bouncing in my groin until I asked her to close her lips tighter.

What a mistake. It shortened my stamina greatly to a minute and the moment I felt it coming, I warned her about it and her lips slid all the way down to my shaved pelvic. Embedded deep in her mouth, the hot stream of cum sprayed around her throat and she kept herself still. The futile attempt to force her head down was useless as her teeth was already at the base of my dick.

From where I laid, I could not see her expression, and gave up trying to get her to show me my little marines. Truly worn out by the last part, her head fell on my stomach and glided towards my chest to let my rod out of her. It was a small but sensual feeling on my penis when she made a little suck on her way out. Once she was done, she went back onto my outstretched arm to cuddle in my chest and I looked worriedly at her.

Me: ‘You okay?’

Baby: ‘Yupp. You shot a lot.’

Me: ‘You didn’t show me.’

Baby: ‘Next time k? Let’s sleep now.’

Still dazzled by her sexy form under the nightie, the simple yet loving act of love ended and we fell asleep together. What happened the next day was pointless to say. We had about five hours before check out and there was no intention to waste the privacy we paid for. The countless rounds of orgasms for her, and about three ejaculations for me, pretty much summed out how much fun we had.

Despite having sufficient rest, baby and I still fell into a deep sleep after we reached my place. Whatever happened, strengthened our relationship and there was no regret being with baby.

Outlianish.

After completing this entry, I found it only right to inform you guys that the introduction might be a little long winded compared to the ‘action’. Please pardon my enthusiasm and lack of skills to shorten it any further. I think it will be more complete to paint a background and describe the scenes leading to the best part. Hope you will enjoy it as much as I write it.

Rebecca would appear to you as how a misguided teenager would, often appearing in a body hugging spaghetti or tank top, small FBTs or short denim shorts. In a way, her clothes matched the ‘ah lians’ (Singapore term for gangster-like behaviour in females) of a previous generation, but still maintained the same level of ‘danger’ (heck care and easily agitated mood). However, one thing that made her stand out was her character, preferring to hang out and shop alone, without the usual gang that most of us assumed she had.

Frequently, the males of similar background, asking for her number or a date, and she would brush it off with style, saying that she doesn’t make friends that way. Somewhere inside in her heart, the tendency to behave still kept her proper. Apart from her hermit way of life, there was something about her that no one knew, and that was a obsession, or rather, a fetish for our National Service guys.

One of her fondest memory came from an encounter that she never mentioned to anyone, and it was after many emails with her that she felt comfortable to reveal it for the first time on Staplerman’s blog. And so, here is her story that she hoped everyone would like.

It was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning, where few people would hang out around the shopping areas in town. Rebecca actually liked the quietness and uncrowded malls more than the weekend bustle where everyone would be in their best outfits, going on dates or meals. That day, she had decided to head for Bugis to get some lingerie to replenish her worn out undies, and the weather could not be any better. Wearing a white U-neck sleeveless long tee and a pair of slightly torn light blue denim skirt, it was the perfect attire to keep her legs cool and arms free.

Getting into the direct bus towards the South, she sat in the front where the seats faced the back of the long bus. As per normal, her phone kept her entertained until a tanned guy boarded, and took a seat on the other column, facing the driver. Rebecca could not stop stealing glances at him after she noticed the black sling bag he carried, with an army logo on it. Sure, it was kind of distasteful to be carrying the standard issue sling bag out for normal use, but the current generation should know how useful it was, with its spacious interior and compartments.

It was obvious to her that he was still in the army, probably at the BMT stage with the number 1 hairstyle. Two more stops into the joyful ride, the change in road lanes directed the sun into her eyes and the only logical move was to change her seat. So, she went to where the NSF sat and took the empty space adjacent (in front of him, but on the left) to his position. Their meeting eyes made her a little embarrassed, and the subtle smile on his face totally melted her heart.

Somehow, she felt the urge to make conversation with him, and get his attention to calm her senses down. After a minute of thought, she finally had a plan, and it was probably the most daring thing she did in her life then. Placing her bag on the side, she rest her bare feet on the edge of the seat in front of her, exposing her tiny floral designed, white panties to him.

A few quick glances into her skirt quickly made his face blush and he did not spend more time looking at her, turning away so he wouldn’t offend. Seeing the cute expression of the guy made her more confident and she removed the one earpiece she plugged into her ear.

Rebecca: ‘Going to Bugis too?’

Guy: ‘Yeah. Going to buy some clothes. You too?’

Rebecca: ‘Yupp. Shopping alone?’

Guy: ‘My friends prefer to sleep. So I had to go alone.’

Rebecca: ‘Haha. Me too. Want to shop together? I don’t mind some company.’

Guy: ‘Sure. If you don’t mind. Oh.. and.. your panties.. ‘

She realised how ‘decent’ he was and placed her feet down, delighted at the flash date she set up. The bus reached their stop after thirty minutes and they went into the air conditioned mall, where they spent the next hour trying on clothes and commenting on each others’ choices. Rebecca found out that his girlfriend broke up with him after he enlisted, while she herself had been single for a long time.

Slowly, she took the chance to hold his hand and the firm grip he gave needed no more description. They were going on a one-day date that none of them had expected. After a quick meal at Bugis+, they found themselves sitting on the topmost floor, where the open garden was too hot to hang out at. So, the cooling space at that level became the ideal spot to sit and continue chatting.

Rebecca: ‘I need to use the toilet.’

Dexter: ‘Alright. I’ll just be here.’

Rebecca: ‘Wait outside the toilet for me? Then we go back to Bugis to see if there’s any shows to watch.’

He got up and followed her to the narrow opening, where she suddenly pulled him into the ladies where she had been keeping watch to see if anyone entered. The empty cubicles instantly turned her on a little and he just tagged along into the last door. In the privacy and silence, nothing held them back and he grabbed her by the waist to lean against his chest. Their lips met and a dazzling dance appeared on their tongues, flicking and swiping against each other.

Without waiting, Rebecca began unbuttoning his shirt and those firm muscles just made her weaker to his progress. After his top was out of the way, he lifted her loose white top off and revealed those black bra with lace designs on the cups. All that was left was her skirt, that flowed seamlessly down from her waist. While their lips were still busy, his fingers undid the buttons on her skirt and it fell to her feet. His pants were harder to remove, but wasn’t much of a hassle once he offered some help.

Both of them got to their undies in no time and Dexter was in a hurry to move on. He turned themselves around and took a seat on the toilet, before unclipping the hooks of her bra. Before she could take it off for him, his mouth had taken her nipples in full and sucked on them like a hungry baby. Her mind was immediately distracted by the flush of pleasure and the bra took a longer time to come off. Once her chest was bared, his free hand went to fondle the other breast and it added to her craziness. Every once in a while, she would opened her eyes to peek at the energetic young man feeding on her boobs, flicking and nibbling on her nipples until they got sore.

Rebecca (whispering): ‘Dex, they are sore!’

He stopped teasing her and at the same time, the main door opened and a couple of ladies entered, chattering loudly while talking about the pervert at their workplace. And while Rebecca was waiting for them to leave, Dexter’s hands were moving up her legs, and pulling her panties off slowly. Still distracted, she let him remove them under her legs and stood frozen. Sensing her adrenaline working, he made a little space for her feet to stand on and one of her legs was raised at 90 degrees.

The footsteps headed towards the door and he got off the toilet, squatting under her body where her wet pussy was ready for him. Opening his jaws wide, he cupped his mouth over her privates and attacked with his tongue, moving erratically everywhere. From her clit, along her slit, and poking at just the entrance of her pussy. Amid the orgasmic foreplay, Rebecca could see his dick pushing painfully against his underwear, and she knew it was her turn next.

After some time, he got tired and stood back up, only to be pulled to the toilet again to sit. She fell on her knees onto his trousers. Kneeling between his legs, his underwear was yanked lower to let his little brother breath and it did not remain in the open for too long either. Her small mouth went over the tip and tickled it until he was trembling helplessly. Once his sensitivity was heightened, her lips stroked along his shaft, going all the way to three quarter of his full length.

Shoving her face smoothly in a moderate pace, Dexter was thrown into another world where few men had gone. Her salivating mouth made the trips up and down so slippery, yet warm and calming. Those lips that lightly caressed the nerves filled underside drove him into ecstasy, overwhelming his senses like never before. Less than two minutes into the momentum of her blowjob, he could not take the stimulation anymore.

He stopped her and helped her up, tugging away his underwear at the same time. It was time for the climax of the show. But there was one issue.

Dexter (whispering): ‘I don’t have a condom.’

Rebecca (whispering): ‘Huh. Then how?’

There was clearly nothing he could do, except to pause and buy it. Unless.. she was okay with doing it without. Rebecca was thinking about going raw instead of getting a condom, and by the time he decided to buy, she had made up her mind.

Rebecca (whispering): ‘Let’s do it without. But be careful k?’

Dexter was all smiles when he heard it. He got up and let her take the seat, lying her backwards onto the tiled walls of the toilet. Missionary was a little tough to get into without exposing his feet under the cubicles, and so they spent more time thinking of other poses. Finally, she suggested standing doggie and he was open for it.

Getting on her knees over the toilet cover, he stood behind her with his feet opened, beside her calves. As gentle as he could, the head went in and Rebecca bit on her arm to contain the moans. Slowly, his rod entered her unused pussy of a long time and it completely filled her up. The size of it was pressing so closely against the interior, and she could even make out his heartbeat from the dick. His hips wasted no time and began pumping at her, piercing deep into her womb and pulling out all the way to her entrance. These long strokes truly drove her insane and there was nothing more she needed now.

Her pussy remained moist without any wastage of juices, and his vigorous thrusts totally immersed her in a trance. The first orgasm that came almost caused her knees to slip, but he had held her in place and kept going despite her pleas to take a break. His non-stop pounding turned her single climax into a chain of orgasms, flooding her mind with pleasure as long as he kept going.

Dexter’s body was lead by the tightness of her pussy, squeezing him harder as each orgasm passed. He knew it would be hard to delay without spoiling her mood. And it was only five minutes into the sex.

Dexter (whispering): ‘I can’t take it anymore. Shall I pull out?’

Rebecca (whispering): ‘Yeah. Take it out. Take it out.’

He exited and helped her off the toilet, taking his seat on it as she wanted him to. She took a minute to wipe away the dripping juices and asked him not to touch his dick, possibly wanting to help him finish off. As soon as his dick started going down, she used her panties to wrap around his rod and stroked it a few times back to life.

After which, she climbed on top of the toilet with her feet beside his hips, and lowered herself carefully. His slouching body allowed her to find a firm place to sit, and he pointed his dick upwards to her pussy. With two of her fingers spreading her pussy lips open, it was easy to sit over the rod and she needed less than a few seconds to get it fully embedded.

The bounce started once she stablised herself, and it went on with soft moans into his ears. It wasn’t those hard slapping action on his lap, but a forward-backward grind that teased the sensitive areas of his shaft. She was in her own world too as the angle kept poking against her g-spot, unfounded until Dexter came along. It was a whole new sensation when her orgasms came, throwing her off balance if not without him holding her down.

This particular position and motion sent him into an alarm mode since it was especially sensitive. He could not hold his load in any longer.

Dexter (whispering loudly): ‘Becca! I can’t hold it in anymore. Get off me now.’

She suddenly woke up from her trance-like state and hopped off him, going between his legs and taking his reddened stick into her mouth. This time, she made sure to push her head all the way down, reaching his manhood to her throat. Although there was some gagging, the determined girl kept going until his hand hit on the sides of the toilet, grabbing it tightly as his semen streamed out of his pee hole into her mouth.

Rebecca quickly lifted her head to only hold the rod halfway deep, and created a suction. Thereafter, a shallow blowjob was executed to extract all of his flavours out. To think a fit, young NSF going weak from an ejaculation, she felt a sense of achievement as he begged her to stop. Still not giving up, she slammed her face into his groin after she swallowed his sperms, and went on despite his shivering lower body.

Her tongue pushed hard against the bottom of his rod and the slightly shrunk size made her confident of getting him to shoot another time. At that position, it was hard to maintain eye contact with his expression, but it was not needed. All she wanted was to make him cum another time with her mouth.

It only took her five minutes of face fuck to get another climax from him, and the second load was as huge as the first. The only difference was the grip of her head, forcing her down as his dick rammed into her throat. She had skipped the tasting this time, since it all went down into her stomach direct.

Dexter realised his forceful actions and let go of her once he was done, apologising profusely to a smiling girl with tears in her eyes.

Rebecca (whispering): ‘It’s okay. As long as you like it.’

She sat on his lap sideways to clear her throat and got dressed after a while. They had spent another ten minutes in the cubicle putting on their clothes, and making out for a bit more. It was an unspoken connection they felt towards each other and whatever happened today that made them felt loved, even if it was temporary.

In the theatre, his fingers kept themselves busy under her skirt, while her hand was warmed by stroking his dick to yet another cummage. That day, Rebecca couldn’t be more pleased with what she went through, and the plan to masturbate all night long to whatever happened had long been clouding her mind.

After their day ended, they made their separate way home, making it a point to keep this special day a secret. Although he had left her his number in case some of his ‘marines’ (read: sperms) did make her pregnant, there was no formal contacts exchanged, and no physical memory (like photos). It was truly an experience that Rebecca deserved to keep secret.

Bikini Bottom.

A message from Jess’ form teacher came through her phone as her last lesson ended, requesting to see her in the air-conditioned music room next to the hall. She went to the room after school and saw that Mr. Lee was marking papers, while his phone buzzed away by the stack.

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee, you wanted to see me?’

Mr. Lee: ‘Yes. Have a seat. I want to talk about your attire that you are in today.’

Jess: ‘What’s wrong with it?’

She had almost reached into her bag for the pack of cigarettes in the tense situation, but quickly switched to taking her phone out.

Mr. Lee: ‘Ms. Tay had told me about your bright coloured bra you wore today. She saw you a few times, and male students were looking at your chest. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate?’

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee, I am going to the beach with my classmates after school. That’s why I wore the bikini top under my shirt.’

Mr. Lee: ‘But you can change into it after you go home or something.’

Jess: ‘I don’t think it’s a big deal to wear it under the uniform.’

Mr. Lee had little idea about how to rebut his rebellious student. Jess was one of those whom had been on the watch list for misconduct along with many other rules that the school had, one of them being her outfit that consisted of short skirt and worn out white blouse.

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee, am I the only one who is marked? Cause Elizabeth and Janice also wore such bra before.’

Mr. Lee: ‘They are also on the list, you don’t have to worry about them. This is not the first time I have warned you, and I think the only way is to talk to your parents.’

Jess: ‘Huh. Can you don’t make a fuss out of this? What do you want me to do?’

Mr. Lee: ‘I don’t know how many more chances I can give. Even if I can, the other teachers will keep catching you too. Tell me, what will you do so such things won’t happen again?’

She sat quietly beside her physics teacher, filled with guilt about what she had put him through. Ever since she was in his form class, he had stood on his students’ side, assuring the discipline committee and teachers that they needed time, and so the class got leniency from his affirmation. Perhaps, she had done it so frequently that he was demanded to take actions against her.

The chair she was on did not have any hand rest or slide out tables, making it easy for her to see what he was doing. Also, the position they were in was away from the door, making it harder for people to look into the narrow glass panel. Gathering her courage, she walked for the door and twisted the lock, getting down on her knees in front of Mr. Lee’s feet.

Jess: ‘This is what I can do. Sorry for the trouble all these while.’

Mr. Lee was shocked at her position and quickly got up on his feet. Never would he want to be caught in such a situation that would jeopardise his livelihood. The thin sixteen years old girl began unbuttoning her blouse and the brightly coloured pink-white bikini bra revealed themselves to him. Seeing that he had jumped away from the chair, she hung onto his pants and dragged herself to his direction. While he was in front of her empty chair, she gave him a shove and sent him seated, almost knocking the chair over.

Mr. Lee: ‘Jess. Stop it. I won’t let you do that.’

She grabbed onto his belt and forced him down on his butt, ready to make her counter offer.

Jess: ‘If you don’t accept this, I will run out of the room and scream rape.’

Mr. Lee: ‘Jess, stop your nonsense.’

Jess: ‘You try running?’

He saw how disadvantaged he was in and remained on the chair, while her long fingers undid his pants. Once his underwear was halfway down his thighs, Jess got up and pulled him by his 4 inch unerected dick to the air sofa that was in the corner, slightly dusty. Mr. Lee was made to sit on it while she went on her knees again.

Her mouth needed no instructions as she lowered her head with her mouth opened, letting saliva drip onto his tip before she went down on him. Her small lips pressed tightly around his width and his dick sank into her mouth, sending his head backwards onto the headrest with a groan.

Mr. Lee: ‘I can give you an A for this.’

Jess: Mmm~

Her sweet mouth continued up and down his shaft, making him shiver whenever she tickled his tip with her tongue. It was interesting to her seeing how a grown man could fall so easily with just a blowjob, much less about what was about to come. She kept sucking him until his dick grew to a size she had difficulty containing it in her mouth, plus the amount pre-cum was making her swallow every few seconds. Mr. Lee by then was in a trance and possibly so horny that he might just rape her.

Jess stopped after another few minutes, ending the overwhelming oral sex Mr. Lee had ever received.

Mr. Lee: ‘Okay. I think that is enough. I know what to do now.’

Jess: ‘But I am not done.’

Mr. Lee: ‘What’s next?’

She removed her white shoes and stepped onto the sofa, before raising her skirt up to show him the matching bottoms she wore. It was the same pink-white stripped design, only that it was a tiny triangle that shielded her privates.

Mr. Lee: ‘You wear that to the beach?’

Jess: ‘No.. rolling her eyes I have a wrap skirt over it.’

Mr. Lee: ‘You just scared me.’

Jess: ‘You like what you saw?’

Mr. Lee nodded and she knew what to do next. She squatted over his lap and pushed the thongs to the side, before spreading her pussy lips apart for his entry. Slowly, her body descended down the 8 inched rod and the discomfort was showing on her face.

Mr. Leee: ‘Jess.. stop stop.’

Jess: ‘Why?’

Mr. Lee: ‘Let me help you.’

He stood up and placed her in doggie on the inflatable sofa, knees resting at the edge of the sofa while her body leaned onto the backrest. He went behind her and gave her pussy a lick, before using his tongue to slurp all the juices that was coating it. He couldn’t believe how wet she was even before he laid a finger on her.

Mr. Lee: ‘How did you get so wet without me touching you?’

Jess (shyly): ‘When I saw how big you were.. ‘

His tongue made it impossible for her to complete her sentence, and her back arched up and down with every lap he did. The attempts to poke into her love hole made her wetter and the desire for him to go inside became desperate.

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee, can you put it in now?’

Mr. Lee: ‘Good girl. At least you know how to ask.’

He angled his dick downwards for her tight cunt and gently pushed the tip in, stretching her opening to its limit. Too bad he could not see her eyes turning white from the sensational penetration, because her mind was barely holding it together with his size thrusting slowly inside her. The strokes he made was those long but gentle ones, stimulating the full length of her vagina as it stretched around him.

Jess (whispering): ‘Mr. Lee.. you are so big.. I can’t take it anymore.’

Mr. Lee (whispering): ‘I am just getting started.’

The moment he increased his speed, Jess went into her first orgasm and her body shook uncontrollably, contracting her pussy to a point Mr. Lee had to stop moving. It was definitely the tightest hole he visited. Once she recovered, he resumed pounding her, but from then on, there was no stopping even when she climaxed. The result was a chain of orgasms that resonated through her body for the whole duration of his rampage.

Her mind was begging for him to stop, yet her pussy was so hyped from the stimulation he was giving her. She had no idea what to expect when he came. The action lasted as long as she could remember, but she could never get enough of his dick. The long, powerful thrusts drove her insane and she kept moaning for him to go deeper and faster, until one time she asked him to stop, for her pussy was getting too sore.

Mr. Lee: ‘Have you had lunch?’

Jess: ‘Not yet. Why?’

Mr. Lee: ‘Cause it’s coming.’

Did he meant to finish it in her mouth? Or inside her where she could feel full the same? Anyway, that’s for him to decide later. For now, he was panting as he went all out pumping her, splashing juices all over his shirt and pants.

After what seemed like a long time, he finally slowed down and her pussy began to feel the intense heat building up. He pulled out of her after the last orgasm brought her into a fit, with her pussy squirting into the air once she laid on her back against the couch.

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee. I am so sorry for dirtying your clothes.’

Mr. Lee: ‘Dirty? I have never thought that anything from you was dirty. Come.’

His twitching dick was in front of her and his knees were by her hips, on the same sofa. She grabbed his rod and started jerking it, mouth sucking at the tip. He continued to make little thrusts at her face and used her lips for a shallow mouth fuck.

Mr. Lee: ‘I want you to swallow. Okay?’

Jess: Mmm~

One of Jess’ hands were stroking his erection, and the other fondled his balls. In less than two minutes, his hands went to her head and held her still, forcing his dick a little deeper into her mouth. It was still too shallow for her to choke, but the load of cum that coated her throat made it necessary for her to swallow as he cummed.

Two mouthful, three mouthful.. it took her five gulps to empty her mouth, and the last swallow came after he pushed her lower jaw upwards to use her lips to squeeze out any leftovers. Once his rifle was emptied, he wore his pants back sloppily and knelt before her again, giving her a soothing cunnilingus to relieve the ache between her legs.

His tongue worked tirelessly at the juvenile pussy, flicking her clit so quick that she climaxed intensely. By the time they were done, there was not much interest for her to go to the beach anymore. They rested on the couch while getting their clothes tidied, and the satisfying sex-in-school came to an end.

Jess: ‘Mr. Lee, I am not going to the beach anymore.’

Mr. Lee: ‘Why?’

Jess: ‘Too tired. But can I go to your place instead?’

Mr. Lee: ‘Hmm.. you don’t want to rest at home?’

Jess: ‘I can rest at your place.’

Mr. Lee: ‘But we won’t be resting much too. If you know what I mean.’

Jess: ‘I don’t mind.’

Mr. Lee left the room with the stack of papers he was supposed to mark and picked Jess up a distance away from school, before making their way to his place in his sedan, where his focus was put to the test with a masturbating school girl next to him.

Too Much Education.

Rachelle: ‘Okay class. That’s all for today.’

She let the students leave the classroom before walking out, heading back to the staff room to drop her folders. As she tided her desk, Ron stood up among the cubicles and took a quick glance at her, smiling nonchalantly, and went for the door.

Upon seeing his departure, Rachelle took her box of mint sweets and followed suit, till he disappeared into the science block where he was nowhere to be found.

There, one of her student, Max, was on his phone but stopped to see who had walked in on him.

Rachelle: ‘Max, did you see Mr. Tay?’

Max: ‘Yeah. He went into the staff toilet. I was about to text you.’

Right then, a door slammed from behind the ladies, where they both heard it out and clear. Just before curiosity got the better of her, she ushered for Max to go over. They listened on the door of the staff toilet but heard nothing, only more noises coming from the female toilet.

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Who else was here?’

Max: ‘Cynthia. But she went into the toilet. Maybe it’s her making the noise?’

Rachelle then grabbed her student’s hand and made their way into the ladies, paying close attention to the only cubicle with shadows shuffling from underneath.

Ron (whispering): ‘Take it off.. ‘

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Wait la. It’s not that easy.’

The freshly graduated NIE math teacher did not wait for anymore signs and pushed their way into the empty cubicle next to the busy one. The finger on her lips summarised how quiet they should be. After all, no one should know what they and the couple next to them, were up to. Two students with their teachers, side by side, getting steamy and hot in cubicles next to each other.

Rachelle took her sweater off and pulled her spags over her head, while her student, Max unbuttoned and stripped his uniform off. In less than a minute, they were fully naked, save for the bra his Math teacher was still wearing. The stall next to them began generating slurping sounds, with loud gasps of a manly tone.

Max let Rachelle sit on the toilet and placed her feet over his shoulders, quickly diving head-first into her pussy. As his licking grew wilder, she failed to keep quiet and went on to moan sensually. With her eyes closed, and Max occupied, they never noticed the head that peeped over the dividers.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Max and Ms. Lim.. ‘

Ron (whispering): ‘Shit.. they are.. ‘

Max got up from his knees and swapped places with Rachelle, beginning his share of blowjob from the short, brown-haired lady. Her round face only made her seemed cuter when she took his rod in and messed up the curves of her beautiful cheeks.

*Ahhh..*

Cynthia’s voice broke the silence as her pussy was fingered, going as deep as her body would accommodate. Ron’s hand had been squeezing her breasts so hard that red marks were showing around her nipples. Right, both her nipples got so sore beyond description but it felt good, hard, hard kind of good.

Suddenly, the two couple changed their positions simultaneously. Rachelle bent over the toilet cover in doggie as Cynthia laid back on the flush tank, awaiting the dicks that they were paired with.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Does it feel good?’

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Oh yes.. it feels fucking good.. ‘

The two students were dumbfounded by the coincidental response, yet did not hold back when the onslaught began. Moans filled up the toilet, groans rang like monsters in the attic, teachers were talking dirty to each other, and students showed more concern for their invisible partners.

To the four of them, it felt more like a swing that occurred in two separate rooms.

After the longest ten minutes in their lives, Ron was heard slowing down, issuing a warning to Cynthia who was overdosed with pleasure. Her limbs hung lifeless to the sides, and legs were held up by his strong grip. Max in the other cubicle, had stopped moving a minute ago, but Rachelle kept thrusting herself backwards, fucking his dick to a dangerous edge.

Ron (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

Max (whispering): ‘Me too Ms. Lim.’

A loud bang woke Cynthia and silenced Ron, forcing him to pull out of his teacher and cover her mouth from behind.

*knock knock*

Ron: ‘Ms. Lim?’

Rachelle: ‘Yeah?’

Ron: ‘Shall we?’

Max understood his words and gathered his uniform, unlocking the door, a sweaty man with a smile greeted him.

Ron: ‘Take care of Cynthia. I think she won’t mind.’

The doors clicked shut and Ron pushed Rachelle up the thin, plastic wall, one leg dangling over his arm that was holding onto her waist. His dick spread her tight pussy opened and sank all the way in, thrusting almost as soon as he felt she was relaxed.

Max had helped Cynthia to kneel at the centre of the seat cover, ass raised to his hips. Without warning, he dug his way in and shocked her, but without any resistance to get away from him.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Let’s finish this. Max! Safety first!’

A knock replied his worry and the skin slapping noises appeared. Rachelle barely contained her moans behind Ron’s hand, continuously nudging her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke. Her pussy had began to tighten and Ron wasn’t that far away from his climax too.

Three hip thrusts from Max was all it took to knock Cynthia to near-unconciousness. Held by her arms, he rammed into her non-stop as his peak neared, shaft widening as his cum loaded into his shaft.

In sync, they spent their last three minutes fucking together before the men pulled out, emptying their load on the stomach and ass-crack. Where their precious man-juice then flowed down across the most risky spot to get any cum on.

Exhausted, the ladies cleaned themselves up with the low-grade toilet paper, and helped the men to dry their cocks too. Belt clanged, zippers pulled, everything went quiet for a moment until Ron and Rachelle left first.

Left alone in the cubicle, Max had saw the sparkle in Cynthia’s eyes. One that travelled up and down his chest in shyness.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘You want to come to my place?’

Max (whispering): ‘How ’bout we discuss this after we leave this place?’

They held hands as they dashed out of the toilet, running into the teachers who were standing by the railing.

Ron: ‘I won’t have any accidents from you two right?’

Rachelle did not see the worried look on Cynthia and everything was probably fine. They went back to the staff room with a secret gained, and the two students went skipping out of the school, arms going around each other once they arrived at her block.

Max: ‘Cyn.. I don’t have any condoms.’

Cynthia: ‘I have. Just in case.’

With that, they went into her house and bedroom, only to learn that she had been going pantyless (and shorts-less on non-PE days) to school since forever. Now, how convenient would that be?

Asumi’s Gift.

This is the second part to another entry I wrote for Asumi, a fellow blogger. As this story remains exclusively hers, I had delayed it with the other entry (see part 1 below) until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Just a week after our first meeting, Asumi texted me to tell me that she missed the alcoholic treat and politely asked if we should meet one day to get really drunk together. After the short SMS conversation, I prepared something for the next meet up by purchasing a of a newly released magic scent. It was to be used on the next day when I was tasked to close shop yet again. The invitation to head down to the cafe after closing garnered an instant respond from the lovely writer.

Everything happened that night kept replaying in her head despite the busyness of her work and she confessed that she was wet the whole time on the day of our second meet.

I turned off the lights for the bar like how I did every night, while she waited at the first floor, having arrived early. Just as I came back from the main power box, she requested to use the ladies and it wasn’t too much hassle to let her use it either. She brought her tote bag with her and I thought nothing of it, brushing off as a standard make up moment. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the door she entered five minutes ago, swung opened and her fair skin with the pieces of lingerie blocking out the important areas, forming a poorly visible silhouette.

Immediately, I turned my head around to the pavement where people were still walking past, fearing that she might put herself in danger. Sure, sexy and fun is good, but not when it risked a complaint to the place I work at.

Me: ‘Sumi, it’s too dangerous here.’

Asumi: ‘Relax. I’m not going beyond these tables. And I won’t jeopardise your job.’

She stood right in front of the service counter of the kitchen, skin appearing luminous from the dimmed streetlight behind me. I waited no more and made my way to her, standing a few inches in front of her to breath in the warm and fragrant scent. You guys know how good girls smelled even though they just perspired? From what I could tell, there was a hint of restraint, but it was more for her to manage.

Asumi: ‘You know. Just by being so close to me.. I am having trouble holding myself back not to jump on you?’

Hearing her sweet voice making such nice comments, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. To feel her boobs on my chest was the most motherly thing I could imagine. Those soft, succulent, fleshy breasts were known to be life-giving. And a pair just presented themselves to me. I hugged her in return and unhooked her bra with a pinch, letting them fall silently on the floor. The next thing my hands did was to get on her chest, to hold the pair of luscious fair buns, and kneading them like soft dough.

Her head tilted sideways on my chest gave off moans that was the opposite of our first encounter. Soft and obedient, putting me in a charitable state. It seemed that she understood how cats could get people to keep petting them, by being the cutest little things on earth. Plus, the change in pace that made her impatience detectable underneath those well-behaved actions. I held her chin up and gave her a peck, pulling myself away just as I felt her lips part. She was under my control which was not exactly in her advantage.

Asumi: ‘Feel how wet I am?’

Me: ‘No. You feel how hard I am, without seeing, or touching.’

Asumi: ‘But.. Oh!’

Exactly, she was cute with a pinch of blueness, but not insensible at all. She undid my belt easier this time, and my loose jeans did half the work of getting out of the way. Like a down riding lift, she descended out of my sight, and I felt cold air against my groin. Right after, a warm, slippery vacuum, devoured my dick with a tight seal, like a snake having a mouse for dinner.

She sure took her time and put me in the same state I did to her, sheer desperation and urgency. Asumi only gave me one single stroke, that resulted in a satisfying gasp from me and took her mouth away, smiling as her eyes approached me from the ground.

Asumi: ‘I’ve checked. It needs a thorough clean with alcohol, but the size is right.’

How could it just end with one stroke? I made a dash behind the bar counter for the same shot glass of Bacardi and made my way to her. She snatched it from me and emptied it into her mouth. Needless to say, I was shocked. Was she that thirsty? She squatted down and went down on me again, this time, letting me know where the drink went. The Bacardi had a cooling effect on my dick and the 360 flooding of it made me felt drunk in the shortest time I couldn’t imagined to be possible. Her tongue was like an eel, fondling the shark to taunt it.

Once I had felt the effect of it, I couldn’t help but wanted to have my revenge. I brought her to her feet and kissed, transferring the mouthful of alcohol to me. I lifted her up on the table and took a seat, unable to make out the situation between her legs.

Asumi: ‘Waaait..’

I paused with my mouth full and she stepped lightly on my thigh to slip those satin panties off, colours visible for the first time when she placed it by her side. She laid flat on the table that was joined with another, keeping her heels just at the edge. Without further ado, I began feasting, drooling Bacardi all over as I sucked vigorously on her cleanly shaved pussy. The arching of her back hit the tables against the wall, but there was no cause for worry as it was a steady brick wall we were working out on. I soon got my wish of hearing the continuous erotic moans as I did a sloppy lick, until she decided it was too much for that short time.

Asumi: ‘Do you have one in your jeans?’

Me (mouth full): ‘Umm-hum.’

I nodded with my mouth full. She sat up and pulled my shirt off, while I handed her the shiny wrapper. She tore it open with skill and held it with two fingers between her legs, waiting to help me put it on. Of course, I made my way in and it took some time for it to roll down my shaft, at the same time penetration into her pussy.

Asumi: ‘Let the Bacardi run down your body as you do it k?’

My lips opened and a single stream trailed down my chest, across my stomach and onto our privates, closely connected. As gentle as I could, I began moving and her legs went around me. In our position, we could easily turn our heads to look out of the bar for curious eyes. And it showed to be ‘all clear’ up to that point.

The tables began hitting the walls harder and I was groaning with her, fucking in a drunken state like previous. There was a certain novelty to it as we did it twice in the same conditions – high on alcohol. Just after five minutes, my mouth was finally emptied and I stopped for a change in position.

Asumi: ‘Do you think we can shift there?’

She pointed at a corner with more visibility where customers would seat and I was doubtful about her decision. Still, I had arranged the chairs back to their positions once she was off the tables, so no one would suspect anything. In the short period of time, I managed to sneak out the magic bottle I bought earlier. And going over to where she pointed, my eyes could make out her shapely slim figure, sitting crossed legged facing the glass windows in front, obvious to a point I got a little worried.

Me: ‘Are you sure no one would see us?’

Asumi: ‘I don’t know. But I feel more excited here. What’s that in your hand?’

Me: ‘Oh. Something for you. It’s coconut flavoured.’

I placed the tiny brown bottle in her hand and she uncapped it, giving me little time to warn her not to ingest it. A little whiff was all she took before her body almost lost balance, and a senseless smile appeared on her face as well.

Asumi: ‘This is good.’

Me: ‘I know.’

She sat on the table in a Japanese style but realised that I couldn’t reach her pussy at all. The only remedy was to sit between her legs and tip her pussy over the edge of the table, exposing it for my dick’s entry.

Still holding onto the bottle, she took occasional sniffs at it while I straightened my knees, pushing my dick with the safety helmet on, into her pussy.

The entry was the most sloppy one you could imagine, juicy sounds being heard as I pierced my way in. She was just so wet. Once connected, I pressed her onto the table and began thrusting my hips like the wheels of a locomotive, increasing in speed as I felt her pussy relaxing.

From then on, it was a point of no return. I was pushing myself so hard that her body was trembling non-stop, pussy clenching onto my dick with every orgasms that did not seemed to be more than two minutes apart. Of course, I was no superman. Frequent ‘power downs’ were needed but never once I took a break without giving those pointy nipples some loving. I would pinch them between my thumbs and index fingers, then rolling them with increasing pressure until I felt a sudden squeeze of my rod.

Fun being fun, everything that has a beginning has an end. But in my mind, I hoped that the next phrase would always work – every end marks a new beginning. And I knew I had to work hard for it.

Driving my hips hard on her butt, the meaty gluts had unknowingly created a soft padding with a great rebound. I found myself using less effort as momentum found its rhythm.

Asumi (muttering): ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

I was indeed surprised when I heard that, so I took a quick peek at what was happening in front. Her face was sideways on the table, with the opened bottle in front of her nose. There was no overdose to worry about, but her dripping pussy was contradicting her words.

Me: ‘Okay. I think you had enough too. Let me finish it up k?’

Not expecting a reply, I rammed into her with all my might and her body suddenly picked itself up, groaning in an agony-like state. We understood that it was beyond her already. And I was about to cum as well.

After just two minutes of the insane-mode, I changed my strokes to long strides and before I knew it, the last thrust kept me in her as the condom stretched to contain my semen, deadly yet necessary.

Asumi: ‘Oh my god. I can feel the condom getting filled.’

From what I could see, sticky white fluids were being forced out of the space between my dick and condom, streaming down to her pussy.

Me: ‘Oh shit. I think some might have got into you.’

She showed no change in expression, mumbling softly with only the words ‘safe.. days..‘ audible. Assuming it was no big deal, I exited her tight love hole and tied the condom up neatly. After disposing the evidence, I wore my clothes back and helped the feeble lady get dressed, skipping the lingerie to her clothes.

At exactly one in the morning, we were finally done and walked out of the bar, oblivious to some wandering eyes.

Asumi (shocked): ‘Oh my god! I think I left my bra and panties inside!’

Me (confidently): ‘They are in your bag.’

She opened it and heaved a sigh of relief, contented that she did not forget them instead of fearing not wearing them home. After we separated to make our way home, a text from her came about ten minutes into the taxi ride home.

Asumi (SMS): ‘At first. It was the Bacardi trick that kept me thinking about you. Now, it’s the little brown bottle.’

Me (SMS): ‘I think it is a little addictive.’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Whatever the case, when will you be free again?’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Asumi’s Night.

This entry is written in appreciation of another erotic blog – Asumitok. As this story exclusively belongs to her, I had delayed it until now for all to enjoy. So do expect this entry to be familiar if you had visited her site. 

Part 1 | Part 2

After I had closed the bar at twelve, a lady wearing a white blouse and mid-thigh length black skirt, alighted a cab that had pulled up along the busy road. She walked right to the glass door of the bar and I was ready to inform her that we were done for the night, but a quick raise of her hands to make an ‘A’ shape brought our meeting to mind.

I hastily placed the last of the beer glasses back on the rack and invited her in, handing her a cold beer from the fridge before asking her to proceed upstairs where it was more comfortable to chill. Finally, the lights at the shop was turned off and I made my way up, to find her drinking quietly while typing away on her phone.

Me: ‘You’re on time.’

Asumi: ‘Yeah. Today was my off day, and I was wondering what to do when you emailed me.’

Me: ‘Lucky day for me huh?’

She patted on the empty space beside her and I took my seat, taking a large mouth of the fruity beer. As though we were long lost friends, her friendliness made it easy for my quiet nature to talk to, covering pretty much about everything under the sun. And it was through the conversation that I learnt a fair bit about her too. With the time passing unmonitored, we found ourselves to be sitting closer as we drank, even letting me wrap my arm around her neck to give her a taste of what I was drinking and in return, a sip from her bottle of beer.

Slowly, my last bottle was emptied and hands were free to rest on her exposed thighs, talking right in front of each others’ face about the secret stuff of our blogs. With the close proximity and the high from alcohol, the advances from my hand up her skirt met no resistance, and she was constantly resting her head on my arm behind her.

Sensing her state of high, I knew it was only right to ask for permission, and in a non-offensive way too. It was the time to think out of the box.

Me: ‘Can I show you a trick to get drunk without drinking?’

Asumi: ‘Huh? How?’

Me: ‘Wait for me.’

I ran downstairs to the bottle of Bacardi, containing 40% alcohol. It was simple knowledge to those who took drugs, but definitely unknown for average people like us. I poured a shot glass full of it and brought it to her, dipping my finger into it to get a generous coat all over my skin.

The next thing was a ‘do or die’ move. I slipped my hand with the Bacardi under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, in turn getting a stern look from Asumi. ‘Shh.. ‘, I whispered that before she could question me, and my fingertip ran up and down her slit, wetting it until her bodily fluid came to dilute the solution. From that, I knew she was feeling a little horny, and the alcohol made work easier.

My hand exited her skirt and made another dip into the shot glass, going back to her panties to sink my digits into her. After three short minutes, her face was redder than ever and was muttering words I couldn’t understand. And so, I’ve got what I wanted. I got up and slipped my hands under her skirt to pull those panties off, putting it in a pile on the wide arm rest. She was totally aware but unable to gather any strength to help. A push of her skirt lifted it up to her hips and I raised the shot glass to her tummy, pouring it in a steady stream while fingering her.

It was an instantaneous effect when alcohol was absorbed through the part of a woman’s body with so many nerve endings. Seeing her drunken state, I gave in to my urge to kiss her and it advanced to a passionate tongue fight in no time. The next thing I knew was the frenzied rush to get my jeans off, and getting her perspiration-soaked top unbuttoned. Staring at those beautiful curves of her breasts in her bra, my fingers were still busy keeping her wet.

Asumi: ‘Are you just going to look at them?’

My free hand quickly reached under her shirt to her back to unclasp the hooks, replacing the restrictive bra with my mouth, trained to use the teeth and tongue to put her into overdrive. It wasn’t pain that my technique created, but it was the alternating hard and soft teasing that made her lose control.

With my jeans halfway down my legs, she gave my underwear a hard tug and grabbed my dick painfully. By then, her body had slouched a bit down on the sofa and I stood with my body bent over her so I could reach between her legs.

Me: ‘Can’t you be more gentle?’

Asumi: ‘No, I prefer to do it as how you would.’

She took the glass of unfinished Bacardi and poured a little over my rod, stroking it up and down to get every part covered. For a low alcohol tolerance person like me, I had to sit down after a few minutes as my mind was turning into a white screen, and she seemed sort of happy to put me in that situation too.

She then turned her body towards me and pushed me down to lie on the sofa, head resting next to her sweet smelling panties. I did not know why but I stopped her before her mouth touched as it was not right for me to get this privileged treatment from her, especially from a lady I respect for writing awesome contents.

Asumi: ‘Don’t worry. I’m just going for the liquor.’

Liquor? She meant the Bacardi she wiped on me. Her mouth engulfed the tip and sent me into a trance, mixing pleasure with the high from alcohol. As expected, she stopped after a while once the ‘drink’ was finished, and returned to her seating position, legs wide opened for my turn.

I hopped off the couch and sat between her legs, diving in for the yummy, juicy abalone that was dripping wet. It was more like a XO abalone treat to me then. My lips sucked on her clit and my teeth came forth to give it a nibble, resulting in a struggle from her to push me away but my head was firmly buried between her legs.

Knowing she couldn’t last long with this mode of attack, I intentionally kept going until she was groaning in pain, thereafter swapping the licking with my fingers to rub on her sensitive clit. After some time, I just couldn’t hold myself back from putting my fingers inside her, especially when she was so tight.

Me: ‘Come, turn around and kneel on the sofa.’

Asumi: ‘Is it time already?’

Me: ‘Nope. I think I’m late.’

She gave me a sly grin and turned herself over, sticking her butt out as an invitation. I quickly rummaged through my jeans lying on the floor for a condom and rolled just the tip over, before using her small opening to complete the job. I started off slow to let the condom roll down the length, and once it was on, I emptied the glass of leftover Bacardi to use as lubricant and rammed hard into her.

The sight of her turning into a little monster was most unexpected as she clamped her pussy down on me even harder. Her translucent blouse from the perspiration and the waist height skirt was a feast to my eyes despite the dimmed environment. With that tightness, the only thing my mind wanted me to do was ‘go harder’. And so I did.

The grip on her waist was making sore marks, and the half-drunken state was making me insane. I could only kept ramming the breath out of her and myself, totally losing the power to delay. After some time of crazy rear pounding, I flipped her over to her back and did a half-squat to position my dick downwards at her pussy.

She held it in place for me and I simply lowered myself to sink it in. That serious look appeared once again on her face and I could only smile as I did my miniature squats. The new angle from my entry was pushing all of her buttons that sent her body into an adrenaline pumping mode, flooding her mind with the buildup to a huge orgasm she could never be ready for.

Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, I kept going, changing to a forward thrusts after my calves tire themselves out. Pounding my hips hard on her butt, the juicy sounds were squishing loudly in the empty floor. Oh how much I wanted it to last longer, but her last few orgasms truly made me wild and crazy, pushing me to my wit’s end.

After the last clench of her pussy on my dick, it was time to end the night, or so I figured. I closed her legs together and flipped her to the side, resting one of my knees on the edge of the sofa. Making shallow but quick thrusts, my dick only went in 80% but the response from her was overwhelming the same. It was the change in angle doing the work again, but that was where it would all end. I kept going non-stop as fast as I could, until the creamy load rushed up my dick and I sank the full length deep into her, while letting my cum fill the condom up.

It was a moment that I wished would last forever, to be inside of this wonderful, witty girl, warm and cosy, passionate and respectable. Still, I knew it was impossible in any universe for that wish to come true and I pulled out of her, dripping cum onto the floor with the overfilled condom.

I turned my attention to the disposal of the rubber, careful not to let any of my sperms touch her and she wore her clothes back, adjusting to straightness as though nothing had happened. Leisurely, we packed the place and left the bar, making our separate ways home to rest after the eventful night.

On the way home, she sent her first text to me which I left my number in my email to her.

Asumi (SMS): ‘When was the last time you cummed?’

Me (SMS): ‘About two weeks ago?’

Asumi (SMS): ‘Wow! No wonder. Just want you to know that it was the most I have ever came across. ;)’

This is a fictitious entry and in no way reflect the character of the fellow blogger, Asumi. In my impression, she is still that lovely girl who simply wanted to share her fantasies and sexual life with her supportive readers.

Part 1 | Part 2

Sticky Substance 2.

After Junie’s mum was done with putting the laundry into the washing machine, she went back to join her girl in front of the TV, keeping silent until she asked her a deadly question.

Junie: ‘Mummy, so what was the craziest thing dad and you did?’

Mum: ‘Oh! So it’s my turn?’

Junie: ‘Just want to know.’

Mum: ‘Fine. Hmm.. Back in the olden days, carparks had concealed staircases and dad was one of the few who owned a car at his age of 28. We too had dinner, and he drove me to the top most level of a carpark, to enjoy the open air view of the stars. There wasn’t so much high rise compared to now, so it was easy to find such places.

In the darkness and silence, it was me who initiated your dad. I remembered leaning over to him and going for his pants, unzipping it and struggle to yank his dick out. He didn’t resist at all, since men are bound to stay motionless when a girl pounces on them. Something just came over me to make a good memory out of this romantic night, and my mouth was over him before he could even adjust the seat down.

I wasn’t going to let him relax or what, so I just sucked him fast and deep, choking myself a few times but I was happy doing it for a man I loved. His manly groans is still in my head today. What you call it erotic-asphyxiation was what I went through. The lack of air was making me light headed and getting it over and done with was all that was on my mind.

He had sensed that and stopped me before things went out of hand and into my mouth. And it was that which brought me back to this world too. He climbed to the back seat and I followed suit, lifting up my black skirt and exposing my butt to whoever was looking at the car, if there was anyone at all. He was lying on top of me and tearing a hole in my pantyhose, then attacking me with his mouth. He could go on and on, at the fastest speed that drove me wild with orgasms. And when he got tired, his fingers would take over to create those slurpy sounds that I always loved when we got intimate.

Once I was wet enough, he just shifted his hips to the position and shoved it in one stroke. At that moment, I was resenting him for not being a gentleman, but the quick entry reduced the pain once he started pumping. Oh god you should see how crazy he was. He threw my legs out of the way and placed his clenched fists next to my head. I was looking at him in the eyes while licking my lips.

He was like an animal, pounding and shaking the car so much. The suspensions worked well as it helped him to ‘bounce’ better. My pussy was always in a contracted state with the orgasms that hit me so hard and frequent. He knew how to delay as well, shifting his attention to my breasts when he needed a rest. He ripped the buttons apart and just bite on my boobs so hard that it felt good, coupled with the pain I couldn’t care about.

Once he recovered his energy, his mouth found its home on my nipples and sucked so hard on them while his hips pumped that thick slab of meat into me. My pelvic bone was hurting but it felt too good to stop. He just went non-stop in a frenzy until I got so tight that he couldn’t wait any longer to cum.

Pulling it mercilessly out of my needy body, I sat up and changed to a kneel, taking his cock into my mouth once he found his balance on his knees on the seats. I just kept sucking until he held my head down and unloaded his creamy thick load down my throat. All along, I was afraid of the taste, but that was when he showed me that a little suffering of my throat will make things better.

So from then on, up to this day, I would always let him shoot in my mouth whenever we did it. Since having you and brother was more than enough to handle. Occasionally, when we told you we are going to spend some points at the hotel, it was more of an excuse to have marathon sex with your dad.

Now that I’ve told you about daddy and I, are you happy?’

Junie: ‘Yupp! I didn’t expect you two to be so wild!’

Mum: ‘Young days!’

By the time she finished her story, dad came home from work and found the two girls bonding better than before. With a smile on his face, he asked mum to help him change out in the bedroom, and perhaps a night of wild sex too.