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Tall Tale

FYI – I am a female, in my 30s, mentally stable and physically healthy. I have lived through an ‘epiphany’ that corrected my thoughts, so any long term damages were accounted for and corrected.

As much as I wished that this ‘story’ didn’t have to appear on an erotica site, I think putting it here would hopefully cast some doubts on the realism of what I am about to recall.

On the day my mother stormed out of the house, was the very night my dad made his move on me. I am not his step-child, I am not adopted. I was born to a very young mother, and I knew that from the way she dressed and stayed out late.

My dad was, and still is one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He raised me right, despite how my mom treated him. According to him, he was already in his mid-thirties when he met my mom. She was about twelve years younger than him, but it was exactly his maturity and stability and discipline that led her to him. Being way younger than him, she was as expected, wilder an hornier than him. So she wanted it more frequently than his body could handle.

Eventually, after about 2 years of dating, they started doing it raw, and that was how I came about. Within 3 months, they got married, and moved into a home without taking on too much debt. Soon, I was born, and she received the best care he could provide to get her physical and mental health back to normal. From getting married, to giving birth, my mom had this group of friends that never left her side. My dad didn’t give too much thoughts about them too, since it was only right for girls to have their own click.

Years then passed, until I turned 13 and my mom, 38. I was about that age when started questioning the way my mom dressed, in skirts and dresses, with full make up, hanging out till late. And my dad always had good reasons for her. The late nights soon turn into staying out, and I could tell how my dad needed her occasional presence when he had to work a different shift. Being raised by a thinking and analytical dad, we managed to do it without my mother.

One day, she was awake earlier than the both of us, and dad kept me in my room while they spoke. Less than an hour later, I was let out of my room, just in time to see my mom shut the main door behind her. For the first time, I saw tears rolling down his face while he kept smiling.

And throughout the entire day, tears kept rolling, and I kept wiping. This, was a lesson he had once told to me – anyone can leave anyone for no reason, in pursue of their own happiness, no matter how much it would hurt others. That day, I didn’t ask him any questions about mom, and just stayed by his side while he did the chores.

At night, we just sat on the sofa in front of the TV, but only I was watching. Then, he asked me, ‘xxx, can I kiss you?’, using my Christian name. I nodded, and held his cheeks as he kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, and then my lips. It was my first kiss, so I could remember how soft, and wet they felt. Tears were coming even harder, at the same time his lips parted mine to stick his tongue out.

Not knowing what else to do, I just did the same, and his hands started squeezing my legs gently. He parted them, and continued moving upwards until he reached my panties. Then, a finger pushed against my pussy, and began vibrating. It felt more weird than uncomfortable. Next, he pushed my panties aside and placed his finger directly on my slit, and moved up and down.

My vision started fading white, and I found myself panting. My dress was lifted above my chest, and his mouth went over my nipple. For some reason, they were more sensitive than I had ever felt. Soon, his finger went deeper, and deeper until I felt ‘filled’, and ‘happy’. There was no pain, nor blood, just bliss.

We kissed so much that night, and when he finally laid me down on the sofa, my eyes were full of that man who loved me way more than my mom did, and cared more than any teachers did. He took his shorts off, and I looked at my first sight of a penis. It was large, and red. I asked if he was going to put it inside me, and he asked if he could.

I think I nodded.

He then slid it inside me very, very slowly, with our fingers interlocked as my thighs muscles twitched. My next memory of us were fuzzy, but I knew how much my body was jerking against the sofa. On the cushions, his hands were on my hips pushing me back and forth. I was just heaving and covering my mouth to suppress any weird noises I was making.

After what felt like an overwhelming roller coaster ride, he finally slowed down, and leaned down for a hard hug – at the same time my pussy felt a jet of hot liquid getting pumped into me. He came, and came lots, but it wasn’t until a few minutes later when he carried me up (sitting on his lap), and lifted me off, to truly comprehend how much he had cummed inside me. It felt like incontinence, but there was no way I could ‘hold’ that load inside me.

‘I’m sorry xxx.’

I didn’t know why he apologised, but I knew it helped him feel better. That night, we took a shower together again (after many years), and slept in his bed. I still didn’t know what we had done, but I was ready to sooth him if he needed it. I reached into his boxers again, and touched that organ that went inside me. After a few minutes of massage, he asked again, ‘can i put it inside you again?’

I think I nodded.

He put me into doggystyle this time and I felt a different kind of ‘happy’. It was more intense, though a little achey when he went all the way. My head was just shrouded in bliss and love and happiness for those few minutes he was thrusting his dick into me. When he finally slowed down, I knew what was coming, and I just dropped my chest onto the bed out of exhaustion, letting him fill me up again – lesser this time.

A routine was then formed, from the next night when I moved into his bedroom. He started licking me, then fucking me. Kissing me, then fucking me. Rubbing me, then fucking me. Outside the bedroom, I would start rubbing him, then ride him, kissing him, then bending over for him, hugging him, then spreading my legs for him.

Two years of that later, a lesson on biology awakened me. It’s bad to have sex with a blood-related person, but not wrong to do it with someone I love. That afternoon after I finished school, I went home, and told him about that lesson.

That weekend, on my request, he brought me to a women’s clinic, and funded a check up, along with an IUD.

Decades have passed, things have changed, and he might never know this, but he is the only man I would give everything to.

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‘And you’ll be fine spending the night away from home? Won’t your boyfriend be angry?’, I chided as I fell onto the bed, still fully dressed in the presence of a new ‘friend’ that generously ‘offered’ to be my tour guide. ‘Oh he will be angry. But I am already half-done with him. So he can’t do anything about me’, she replied in a fuck-all attitude, clearly tired of fearing any consequences that her overly-controlling partner has over her. Our situations, despite one of us being attached and the other, single, it has been a while since we made any new friends, much less meet someone whom we could get along well with and joke without boundaries.

Throughout the one-day ‘tour’ Angie had brought me on, around Johor Bahru, we spent more time chatting in any restaurants and cafes we took breaks in, than going on actual journeys. It wasn’t long before the sky turned dark, and she asked about my plans for the night that I revealed to her that I was going to spend the night before heading back to Singapore the next day. When she heard that, her face immediately lit up, and more questions about the accommodations popped up. After our final meal of the day, a sumptuous dinner at a roadside stall, we checked into the hotel and that was where it all ended – or began.

Like an impromptu striptease, there was no warning given when she casually reached behind her back, did a snap, and yanked a pair of black, strapless bra out from underneath. ‘Haaa.. finally.. ‘, she breathed a sigh of relief as I unconsciously did just the opposite, breathes interrupted by her homely behaviour. In a dumbfound state, I gathered my thoughts and popped my next question, ‘are you going to shower first?’

‘And you? Going to shower at all?’, standing right in front of me, she slipped her hands under her pink, ruched skirt, and peeled her thongs off. ‘Umm.. after you?’, I stuttered, still in disbelief of the chaos that I might provoke if anything more was to happen that night. Without any more words from her, she proceeded to tie her hair up, and swiftly removed all of her clothes before stepping right into the shower. Once she was gone, I began unpacking my bag, readying my phone charger, the new shirt I bought at Uniqlo, and jumped back into the bed to see what food I could get delivered when I get hungry.

Not more than three minutes later, she called out, ‘J! COME SHOWER WITH ME! I’m going to take a while. You better shower first and I’ll take my time here’. Breathing out a long sigh, I took my clothes off and did as she asked, stepping into the spacious bathroom where the curvy, young lady has yet to even soap herself. Like an adult baby, she did the work of wetting my body from head to toe, then squeezing a load of shampoo into my hands before she helped herself to the body wash. While I took care of my head, she took care of everywhere else, coating every crevices with fresh smelling soap, right down to my little head, which was already hard and up in the mere presence of her perfect body.

After making sure I was covered in foam, she turned her attention to my manhood, applying an extra bit of soap into her hands before stroking, jerking my shaft, and a thorough grasp-and-squeeze cleanse of my balls. ‘Nice?’, she asked that rhetorical question to which I could only answer in moans. Next, another round of hot water flushed all the soap away, and I made it my mission to return the favour.

‘My turn now’, speaking in a firm, fatherly tone, she was quick to hand the showerhead to me, to wet her body once more before I squirted some soap on her chest. With two hands, I ran them over her soft, yet ample bosoms, making sure to give those perky nipples a little pinch. I moved my hands down her ribs next, going over her butt before reaching down for her knees. I then carefully brought one of her feet to a cut-out in the wall, hands going for her private region thereafter.

With some soap left, I massaged the outer area of her pussy before giving her clit a ‘scrub’, causing her to shiver and lean onto me for support. ‘We’re almost done’, I reached above for the running showerhead and aimed it over her neck, rinsing all the soap away. ‘Yes daddy’, she whispered as I continued to rub on her clit, all the while feeling her shameful tremors on my shoulders. Once the soap were gone, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she suddenly let out a deep groan, vaginal walls closing in around my digit in shock. Gradually, as she relaxed, I resumed the gentle fingering and she was moaning with rolled-eyes with a smile, as if wanting to say something but all the moans interrupted her.

Finally, after close to fifteen minutes in the bath, I slowly pulled away and her mind was right back with me. ‘Was it a good shower?’, I cheekily asked to which she cheekily replied, ‘yes, it was fucking good’. We dried ourselves and I climbed into the bed first, barely having enough time to set the blanket when she jumped right on top of my feet. Like a madwoman, she pried them wide apart and dived right in, shoving her mouth with my dick before she brushed her hair to one side. Without delay, she started sucking me at full length, exhausting any strength I thought I had to ‘lead’ the way. All I could remember, was that my head and neck, was mostly tilted back as she unleashed deep, long strokes along my shaft, half-sucking, half-twirling her tongue on the base and tip. My arms, were flailing all over the bed as my toes remained clenched, mind blank except for the continuous burst of euphoria generating the violent convulsions I was known to have.

For the next five minutes, I was disabled by her mouth to do anything else, and each time I tried to look at her, all I saw was a determined gaze, completely glued to my demise. As she went on, I became more and more lifeless, partly desensitised by the overpowering pleasure delivered through my dick. When I was barely making any noise, did she finally stop, and went on to place her knees on both sides of my head.

At last, I saw what effect I had on her, from the merciless blowjob she just gave. It was a pump, pink pussy, covered entirely in a glistering shine of her juices. Slowly, she lowered her groin over my mouth, and I gladly took it into my mouth. My tongue started swiping all over her clit, lips shutting and opening on her labia, while lapping up all her juices. It didn’t take her long to start feeling weak, slumping her chest onto my belly, and for her mouth to take my worn out penis back where it belonged.

Since she had done her work, it was time to do mine, in a loving, gentle manner that took her breathes away one at a time. My tireless tongue, brushed across her erected clit, along the sides of her vagina, and even a little into her pussy. I simply did the same moves until she came, releasing a wave of gooey liquid into my lips and spilled some across my cheeks. Once she recovered, she rolled off my body and we laid side-by-side for a while, both contented with how the night progressed.

‘You haven’t cum yet’, she muttered sleepily.

Taking things slow, I got off the bed and rotated her to where the pillows were, perching her knees up this time for a proper feast I deserved. Going for my round two, my hands were kept busy on her breasts, kneading, pinching, massaging her as I ate her out, to a milder series of moans this time – of pure relaxation and pleasure instead of rage and lust. Once done, I shifted my body over hers, and stared into her eyes as she returned to her senses.

For all of you guys, you knew how it should continue, but we, Angie and I, understood how we should not continue. Unwilling to utter a word more, my dick found its way to where her opening was, twitching in anticipation for the unknown. The positions of her hands, one on her groin, spreading those moist lips apart, and the other, on my hips, had echoed our desires loudly across the silent room. Yet, none of us wanted to be the person to cave in.

After an intense two or so minutes, I leaned back, replaced her hand on my dick, and started to thrust slowly in her palm. Whilst that was happening, she pulled my spare shirt over her eyes and moaned, more sensually than I’ve ever heard that night. As my hips moved back and forth, her underhand grip began moving towards her pussy, still as wet as before the stalemate. As soon as the first inch pierced into her body, her legs sprung apart, went around my hips, and pulled me all the way in.

Suddenly, my righteous thoughts overpowered my body and froze me in that position, to which she ignored and continued to pull her body towards my dick. All it took was 2-3 strokes before my body was convinced, to start fucking the mess I’ve created. I leaned forward and pinned her down by the neck, and began slamming my dick into her, triggering loud groans and sighs as our smacking groins made their own noises. I was pounding her for a good three minutes before she relented, pulling the t-shirt over her face away, and flashed a deadly looking expression at me.

Slightly fearful, I backed away without pulling out and she sat herself upright after, shoving my chest down on the bed. Shocked by her unexpected stance, I was literally bracing for the worst when she crawled angrily towards me, kneeling upright to hold me by my neck.

‘You! Better be the best reason I cheat on my boyfriend for. He and I will be done after this, and you better not run’, in the strictest voice I have heard, and never imagined her to be capable of, I was partly relieved, and partly excited, for what was going to blossom between us. Whaaaaaat? was the first thought that came into my mind, but it wasn’t out of shirking responsibility. I was simply stumped by the honour of such a demand.

Nothing more needed to be said as she replaced her pussy above my dick, ‘using’ me to get us back into the mood before sliding it right into her body. With her two hands on my chest, she started riding me, rolling her ass back and forth, hitting all my buttons with every stroke. I was getting into the mood when out of nowhere, she spouted, ‘warn me when you’re cumming k?’

‘K?’, I hastily replied her as I faded into bliss, eyes rolling white as she rocked her waist harder and harder. ‘Cumming yet?’, she asked. ‘Not yet? I think. Why?’, I was puzzled by her question, as it was usually the guy who would want to know that. ‘Because you’re getting bigger.. and it feels too good.. ‘, right after, her moans took over and it was all that for the next few short minutes.

Never the less, I had to call it when my climax was near, and she was livid enough to process those words. Carefully, she dismounted me and helped me sit up, turning me to the edge of the bed for a nice, romantic cuddle.

‘You heard what I said just now right? If I am leaving him for you, you better be better than him’, she reiterated her point, and I couldn’t agree more with her. If we have to cheat, it had better be done for a better future, better life, and not a moment of folly. After hearing my response, she fell onto her knees, tied her hair up, and went down on me – lovingly this time.

Long, deep slurps, thorough licking, balls sucking, head teasing, hands stroking, I hate to say that it felt better than the raw, unchecked sex that we just had earlier. I could see the sparks in my head, resonating through my body in slight tremors, translating to those unstoppable urge to push her head down, or push her away due to oversensitivity. She knew exactly what she was capable of, and I was reaping the full reward of her past relationships.

She is, the full package any man dreamed of having, to love, to own, and to enjoy.

Slowly, in an unassuming pace, my body began to stiffen up, balls ready to bust before I was even aware of the situation. Like a kitten lured affectionately to a home filled with love and food, my hips buckled as the first load erupted into her mouth, filling her cheeks up a little, before the second shot excavated more cum out of me. The third, fourth, and subsequent squirts then took my soul, along with any thoughts, doubts, and ‘leftover’ love for my exes.

She has become the first, to reset my heart to love someone wholeheartedly – again.

After being drained, we cleaned each other up and went back to bed, where she took my hand, and used it to masturbate – knowing well that it would surely get me up again. Let’s just say after a night together, we woke up more tired than before we went to bed.

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Cum Jerking

‘Will you watch over me?’,

As soon as Maeve finished whispering those then-meaningless words into my ear, she wandered towards the crowd and weaved in and out of a few people along the edge, before she reappeared behind a guy I couldn’t quite make out. While I didn’t mind her dirty dancing with other guys, especially in a club, it wasn’t until she ‘spun’ him around did I realise, who he really was.

I have to admit, that she did a really good job, of not letting him see her as she rocked her body behind his, maintaining her form as she caressed him, by running her small, fantastical hands along his chest and occasionally, reaching a bit too far down. As the songs changed from a fast, to more sensual one, her body seamlessly adjusted her swaying movements to the tempo.

Just like we had expected, it didn’t take him long to ‘dance’ in a more distracted manner, purposefully guiding her hands towards where his groin was. As the spiteful, and playful girl Maeve was, she wasn’t shy about groping him, at where he used to pleasure her with. From fondling his body under his shirt, she slowly progressed to his jeans, then followed by the subsequent, awkward endeavour of trying to contain his ‘excitement’ while she massaged him in the tight, confined space.

In small, unassuming steps, she finally had him where it was dark, cosy, and lined with couples making out. Even then, she didn’t let him do anything more than touching her from the front, which proved inadequate no matter how he bent his arms to return her ‘favour’. Within minutes, he was rendered immobile, save for the small, jerky movements, once she commenced her in-pants handjob, toying him well enough to make him squirm strangely in their spot.

With her two hands in his pants, I could only imagine what he went through as he gasped and writhed, while unable to disable her forwardness from the front. At one point in time, he finally stopped struggling and was in a ‘certain’ mood, that lasted for a good few minutes before he suddenly squatted down – like how a boy would react when a girl made him jizz in his pants.

For some reason, it was especially entertaining to watch Maeve pulled her hands out in his squatting position, thereafter wiping those soiled hands with his shirt that he couldn’t care less about. It was then, Maeve used those same hands to turn his face to her, before doing a little skip-dance back into my arms.

After we exchanged a kiss, she left to clean herself up, and dragged me out of the club for a dark, sketchy corner to let me ‘reclaim’ her, with a rushed, but passionate, quickie to refill her pussy.

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A Devoted Wife

(Soft sucking noises)

‘Hmm.. Baby.. so early? Don’t you want to slee.. (moaning) ahhh.. oh shiii.. ‘

For the third time in two days, Melvin was awakened by the same, life-changing blowjob that he didn’t know where his wife had learnt from, putting waste to all his senses at the same time rejuvenating them. Slumped in the bed like the husband he never was, she was just pushing all of his buttons over and over again. Halfway through that sensual blowjob, she began moaning into his cock, a clear sign that she had began touching her wet gap that would soon be used against him.

After he groaned for her to give him a break, she took out her phone and launched the camera app, in selfie-video mode. Aimed at herself and the lower half of his body, she climbed over his groin and captured all of his glory, disappearing into her love hole. Once fully inserted, she ignited her tireless engines to ride his cock to seventh heaven. Although he wasn’t doing any ‘real’ work, he was panting and wincing as hard as her, screaming voicelessly as she further teased her clit.

(Speaking into camera) ‘So, since my hubby is too tired to fuck his beautiful wife, it’s my job as his wife’s job to fuck him.’

Suddenly, her cry for attention awakened his otherwise-asleep monster, and it took him less than a few seconds to topple her over onto her back. With a renewed burst of energy, he straightened his back and jerked only his hips, thrusting that engorged penis fast and deep into his dear wife.

(Groaning as he thrusts) ‘you.. want.. this.. big.. fat.. cock.. right? Huh?!’

Her watering, pleading eyes, combined with that seductive lip-bite, only aroused him more as he bumped up his t.p.m., or thrusts-per-minute, to satiate his lovely wife. The two of them then started trembling at around the same time, both signaling their urge to climax with deathly-gaze.

Simultaneously, they grunted deeply as their bodies went into overdrive, unleashing whoever had any fluids that seeked for escape. Given how recently he just came (the previous night), he did not have much to offer her, but she on the other hand, left a tiny puddle at where she laid.

Void of any more strength, his body fell backwards into bed and his cock popped out of her, jolting her attention to the lack of ‘him’ inside. So she swiftly crawled between his legs, laid on her belly, and took his spent little rod back into her mouth.

Over the next thirty minutes, she managed to breath life into his chub chub and spent a good amount of time adoring and worshipping his erection, against his wishes.

While the newly-wed husband couldn’t keep up with his wife’s sexual appetite, she was there to help him in ways he didn’t want, but didn’t reject.

Perhaps, it is time, to reach out to the ‘Alex’ she had mentioned before, who wanted to fuck her so badly. She had, long ago given her word, that he could do anything to her (sexually), even listing things like ‘anal’, ‘threesome’, ‘personal cum dump’, ‘pimping her’, and fucking her wherever he so desired.

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Just Done

I was honestly dumbfounded, when you squeezed between the workdesk (that my laptop was on) and myself, onto the stool that was already ‘just nice’ for me. What I didn’t expect, was your playfulness when you slipped my hands under your loose, oversized shirt, to meet your pair of beautiful, soft boobs.

At that point, I was just impressed by how daring you were, and felt totally safe when you reached behind your back to massage my cock. It was only when you undid my pants, did I understood what you had made me wear that ‘grey, 3/4 pants’ for. You were quick too, at the button, at the zipper.

In no time, I was nicely tucked in your palm, enjoying the sloppy, erratic strokes you pleased me so intensely with. You then attempted to stand up, with your belly pressed against the table. I only shifted myself backwards because I had thought that you wanted to take something, or move away from my lap.

Instead, you bent further down over the table and let your shirt hike up naturally, stunning me with an even more absurd revelation. I couldn’t be more excited, to see the shaved, glistening slit between your smooth, well-rounded bum.

After moving myself to the edge of the chair, you held me in your gentle hand once again, this time guiding me to my rightful place inside you. I had guessed, that it was too ‘unlike’ you to step out of my place in such a tardy attire, but that was how you were able to make your man’s day.

You, sacrificed comfort, security, to give me everything at such a random time.

Once you have tucked me in, you went about and do your ‘thing’, riding me so wildly and rapidly that I was mostly at my limits for however long you could endure. I have to say, that it was somewhat joyful, to see you wear yourself out so quickly, having depleted your strength to ensure my ‘happiness’.

So, it shouldn’t come as a surprise when I bent you over the stone table, and hammered away while you sneaked a hand over your clit. Given how ‘open’ we were, it was probably for the better too, for the both of us to get some form of reward out of this endeavour.

Just like how your orgasm have always pushed me over, I crossed the point-of-no-return at the same time you did, except that next few seconds was truly my ultimate high before I blew my load.

You too, could tell how shocked I was when I pumped a few times more than I usually did, and faced the never-before sight of a mini-waterfall once I pulled out. You immediately caught some of it and tasted it, before you flashed that look of approval at me.

You even kept the transfer going, while I packed my belongings. I was glad to rub one out for you before we headed upstairs. I would never blame you for cutting my break short so we could go at it again.

But then, which man will ever complain about that? In short, thank you for the wonderful experience, and the thorough effort to make sure I sleep deeply well.

I have no idea what came over me the next morning though. My morning wood was just screaming for me to give you an amazing start to the day. Did you enjoy the lazy, no-effort-needed morning sex too?