Author: J

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Milkier

(I asked) ‘Will you just relax, and let me?’

Seated casually on my left with her back turned towards me, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, and slid my hand over her flat belly. Small as they were, it was fairly easy for me to push the tips of my fingers into her tights, and over her soft, cotton panties.

Unwanting to overwhelm her immediately, I cupped my palm over her groin and warmed her up a little, before pressing my index and forth fingers deeper between her pussy.

Kneading through that kiddy-looking, blue-stripped underwear, my crafty mind conceptualised the outer mould of her fleshy, love cave, and where her clit – should be.

It would be the first time I touched her this way, in terms of speed, mood, and more importantly, objective. We were on a mission for ‘discovery’, to see if there was a right spot, or method, to give this girl an orgasm she so well deserved.

Within minutes of the warm-up, I could detect some dampness in her pants, along with a less-tensed body. I continued moving my fingers until I heard her loud breathing, and proceeded to carefully let myself into her restricted zone.

Upon close contact, an exasperated gasp just escaped my lips as my middle finger ‘accidentally’ dived into the major folds of her pussy, encountering a level of wetness more comparable to a dipping sauce.

Despite our ‘obstructed’ angle (she is leaning on my shoulder), I knew she was as excited to impress me with her readiness as I was to stumble into it. Unable to resist the ‘deep pool’, I pushed my middle finger further down her slit, and poked its very tip into her unexplored region.

It was fully flooded in there, for a good reason too. It meant that I had convenient access to more ‘lubricant’, as well as an alternative gap to tease if I wished to. With my finger drenched in her juice, I made sure to drag myself very slowly, between her labia until I reached the top of her slit.

And there it was, a familiar shape of an inverted ‘V’, where a tiny hood kept her clitoris warm and shielded. Sure, I know that she knew where that was, but to be excavated this way, by someone else, definitely stirred up some euphoria in her.

Joining my fourth finger with the middle, I maintained my position over her clit and rubbed her gently, for a brief moment before sending them (my fingers) down her pussy to gather more moisture. It was most thrilling to hear how she gasped to that, as it broke her body’s rhythm for some ‘unexpected’ sensations.

The process of rubbing, sliding down, then up, and rub, slowly became ingrained in her, and built up a recognisable pattern of body movements in her. Each time my fingers went lower, she sat straighter, and on my way ‘up’ (back to her clit), she would melt back into a slouch.

It was about then I introduced another ‘killer’ move, that involved splitting my (two) fingers apart, to go over her outer labia as I went down. Being neglected the whole time, they were especially sensitive when my fingertips brushed over them, garnering a deep sigh as I worked those delicate, meat valleys. I made sure, not to do that too often, or it may well take the ‘surprise’ away from my predictable strokes.

Having spent so much time in this single, yet emotional position, her legs were beginning to tremble, as her arms were. Hands gradually turned cold, and thighs twitching more frequently, I knew I had to keep my mind, and fingers steady from changing any aspect of what I have been doing.

That meant, keeping (the same) speed, pressure, finger movements, and angle, for as long her body needed.

About two minutes after, she wrapped a hand around my wrist, and grabbed it tighter and tighter as more fluid rushed out of her. By then, my entire hand was ‘moisturised’ by her soaked panties, in which my efforts were about to be paid off.

‘shit.. J! I.. Nghhh!’, she left her sentence unmade as her body went into a fit, barely containing the orgasm that was blasting up her spine. Her shivers came in waves, after waves, and took more of her breath away each time until she fell limp into my chest.

Under her exhausted, overwhelmed voice, she muttered, ‘fuck wei.. I cannot..’. But I knew she could, and have done so.

Unwilling to risk staying any longer in the family room, I helped her up and did as she asked, to remove her panties as it was impossible for her to do anything in it, let alone sitting in the train.

For the better or worse, she tasked me to ‘keep her panties’, before she wiped herself down to a moderate dryness. From then, her eyes, they never looked at me the same again, and I wasn’t sure if it meant good or bad.

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Milky

I could not have faulted her, for not knowing what emotions a ‘slap’, or a ‘smack’, might she bring about in a guy, whose jokes she has been laughing at for as long as they existed together. And there was no lack of ‘wit’ in me, to keep her beaming at the silly comments I made out of her rampant goofiness.

Her squinty-eyed smile, her carelessly-infectious laughter, has never failed to lighten my heart as well, having all worn down by the daily demands of my industry. Like a well-pampered baby, she showed no signs of tiredness, no matter how long the day was, and I would like to think that I am contributing to her endless source of strength.

It wasn’t long after, that we found ourselves out and about, in the dead of the night, to look for tiny little corner shops for comfort food that warmed our hearts. Over the few evenings we satiated our peckish mood, I couldn’t help myself from making little mental notes about what she likes.

I know, it must be so weird, to overthink things this far, but I was frankly enjoying myself, as I took great care of this little one. Crafty, I would say she was, but she also possessed this ‘charm’ derived from a mix of beauty, cluelessness, and curiosity – that could get her into sticky situations if unaddressed.

Seeing her munch with her mouth agape, sit with her legs apart, she seemed like the kind of girl who packed a punch – for those unfamiliar with her. And yet, there I was, gleaming at her, as she spewed another string of words to lamented how I was always ‘critical’ of her.

As time passed, as we became closer, I began to throw seemingly-random questions at her, pertaining to her body, habits, and even her closed-door activities. A part of me was thrilled to know, that aside from answering most personal queries I had for her, she has also learned how to ask the more-disturbing questions.

Before I knew it, she had sent the first ever selfie I have secretly been wishing for, dressed in the distasteful army (admin) tee that I had given her instead of binning it. As if one (photo) wouldn’t do the job, her second picture only made my heart race a little quicker, even if it was just a normal-as-hell, changing-room selfie.

As unrelated as this may sound, I am proud to declare that my top-two favourite pictures on my phone were no longer any of those mindless photos I snapped for the Gram. For a deep-thinking kind of man, I knew exactly how far we should be apart, instead of trying something funny only for it to ruin what we had.

In any case, I was more than happy to keep things as they were, basking in her loud and obnoxious chuckle that always brightens my day. For a few more weeks after that, I kept our relationship at that dangerously-close distance until that night when we went for a late-night treat of dim sum at a 24-hour outlet.

It was, on that special evening, under the cool and breezy weather that we decided to stop at a pavilion, some distance away from the then-closed train station, to let our food-coma pass. Having had our fill, and spoken our minds, we just simply sat there next to each other, with my mind too drained to make any(more) sarcastic remarks.

Sitting by my side with her eyes peacefully shut, I couldn’t resist staring at her sharp, well-defined face that looked even more perfect under the moonlight. I was lost in my own world when I noticed her open palm that was resting on her kneecap, in a very, very tempting upward-facing position.

And so, what would a tipsy idiot do at that instance? I held my breath as I playfully dragged my fingertips over her wrist, across her palm, and slipped them through her boney joints. The following soft, firm grip she gave, then sent my mind in all directions as the thought of ‘it’s all over you little shithead’ shot through my mind. Nothing, could prepare me for the moment she passed ‘me’ to her other hand, and tucking a free arm under mine to rest her head on my shoulder.

Without a word, I let her ‘keep’ my hand until she started playing with them, replicating some motions that coincided with very sleazy undertones. In no time, I was hardened into an upright state, pants barely able to contain the wrath unless I made some small, discrete movements. Just as I did that, she looked up at me with a disapproving smile, and a shake of her head before putting it back down (on my shoulder).

Less than five seconds later, she tossed my arm over her head and onto her back, where I instinctively brushed along her spine to instill some kind of tingle. I just kept stroking her back until she abruptly sat uptight, pulled the back of her shirt out, and shoved that very hand of mine, underneath. Naughtily, I slid my hand up her bareback and located her bra, which after several ‘pinches’, came undone.

Once that was freed, she wriggled herself closer, for me to wrap my hand around to her front. On my first contact, a gasp escaped my mouth as I ‘met’ her cutesy little soup dumpling. After some fondling, her ensuing restlessness then spurred me to take my arm out, for my next move.

‘what are you doing?’, she asked sleepily, while I butt-shifted myself directly in front of her legs. Like a hungry diner, I loosened her jeans button before pulling the hems of her jeans down, where she ‘unwillingly-assisted’ me by raising her shapely hips above the wooden bench. ‘here?’, I left another of her question unanswered as I peeled the final few inches of denim away her groin, for the glorious sight of a smooth, moist pussy.

As soon as I pried her inner-thighs open, I dove right in, planting my tongue in the middle and tilted my face towards her clit. Her immediate reaction, was definitely as amusing as it was hot when she realised how important it was to keep a ‘look-out’, while being burdened by the excited flutter of my tongue.

For a guy without much practice, I pulled the only trick I knew, and attempted to ‘spell’ the alphabets with my tongue, except that I had to keep restarting because of how ‘alluring’ her moans were. With her on watch, I focused on that one task until she could no longer keep her head up, thus risking our reckless tryst-in-the-park.

‘condom?’, she shyly asked, as if any decent man would be caught without one. I immediately whipped one out and used the chance to teach her how to put it on, almost dashing my fantasy when she accidentally launched it into the air. With it in place, it was her turn to play – in the same cowgirl position her ex-boyfriend loved.

There was nothing left to wonder as she worked her hips skilfully in my lap, bouncing, grinding, and hopping as ecstatically as she could to get the most out of my ultra-sensitive body. As if riding for her life, the sprightly girl swiftly put my limbs out of commission, doing the same to my mind except it was my consciousness that I could no longer get a grasp on.

Once she pushed my body too far beyond comfort, I had to stop her in order to retain some sanity. We then moved to a darker, better-hidden corner of the pavilion for a unbiased stance – the standing doggy.

After we were safely stashed in the new spot, I guided my cock into her from the back and returned her the ‘favour’, holding nothing back as I smashed, thrust, and filled her up with a cock a decade older than her. In the heat of the moment, I started wincing from her prominent pelvic bone, that initially fueled my perpetual sex-drive. It soon became my Achilles heel as the pressure around my dick skyrocketed, squeezing me so hard that it hurt. Nonetheless, I took it as a signal of an orgasm that I wasn’t sure could happened.

Within a split second, my mind went blank as my body turned lifeless, for a huge explosion that erupted into the rubber. Our weakened knees then gave way and we simultaneously fall back onto the seat, with her back crashing into my chest. It was at that point, the super-awake me recalled the one thing she missed during her last relationship, and that was the one and only thing I could do for her then.

It was once again quiet and tranquil as I tucked one of my hands between her thigh gap, letting my middle fingertip between her outer lips, and dragging it outward of her groin to discover her all-sensitive clit, under a tiny hood. Adding another finger into her ‘club’, I continued to rub her clit carefully as I explored between the other, outer-folds of her vagina, causing her to release more cock-raising moans. As for my final task to ‘deliver’, I simply mixed everything up, serving up a bigger portion of ‘rub’, than ‘swipe’ (along her vaginal folds).

And there we have it, a new achievement – an orgasm-in-the-park.

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A Silent Boom

(She asked) ‘So?’

(I answered) ‘So?’

I couldn’t help but break a smiling-sigh as she revealed a smirk, at the one-off chance that we found ourselves in the staff-only, single-cubicle washroom, of our modest workplace.

My attraction towards her, though respectful and distant, had an element of ‘lust’ that I never expected to see any light, let alone her ‘approval’.

Given how ‘far’ we had always kept our close relationship, I was extremely careful about this – opportunity. ‘Does she really want this?’, ‘What if she regrets later?’, those were some of my doubts that I knew could wreck our future interactions.

From where I stood, behind her, I could see her entire face, and there was nothing but gratitude, and perhaps a hint of consent.

Warily, I placed my hands on her boney hips that no men could ever resist, and saw no signs of discomfort in her eyes. From there, I gently peeled her leggings off her waist and unraveled her bum, thighs, down to her knees where she continued to wriggle them off.

I then pushed the zipper-part of my jeans on her ass, before undoing my pants to let her know ‘where’ was I, and that she was welcomed to stop me at any point.

Once my undies were off, she stuck a hand between her legs and brought my cock under her pussy, showing off her freshly-shaven, icy cold slit that only one other person had accessed.

Unwanting to rush anything, I simply moved my hips back and forth, dragging my shaft along her pussy as I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach her clit.

Once I found her sweet spot, I rubbed it very lightly until she was moaning and getting increasingly wet, for the lucky me.

(I asked) ‘So?’

I took another look into the mirror and noticed her blissful, serene expression, obviously enjoying my little ‘dance’.

After a few minutes, I was sufficiently ‘juiced’ to attempt my first entry. Retracting my hips further than usual, I angled my waist slightly upward before poking my cock into her vagina.

Without much effort, and an unexpected yelp, I was overcome with warmth, wetness, and an endearing grip of lust. For the few seconds we didn’t move, she was just throbbing around me like I was, inside of her.

‘Ok?’

‘Mmm.. ‘

My body then took control and began moving back and forth, pushing my thick member in and out of her hairless glory. There was no dirty talk, or profanities, just deep, heavy sighs and hisses at each time I hit the deepest spot.

As her body relaxed to my rhythmic thrusts, she began to lie lower across the sink, arms barely holding her high enough to see my shamless, grinning face.

In time, I went all out at her brittle frame and unlocked her hoarse-sounding moans, along with heavily-accented ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’.

The prowess of her tightness, was not one to be meddled with as her pelvic bones were very prominent, on her delicate insides. I had to admit, there were some discomfort, but they were few and far between the forceful pounding I was lashing out.

About ten long minutes later, she began trembling as her vaginal wall shut around me, sealing me within the tiny space I could still ‘pull’ myself out of.

(I cried) ‘MILLY!’

Unsure if it was even my ‘moment’, I yanked my cock out of her for safety and stumbled backwards, just in time to watch a stream of thick, transparent fluid dribble out of her pussy and across her thighs.

Weak as she was, I helped her to the toilet where she caught her breath, and also my dick in a firm grip. From down below, she looked up at me and ‘reignited’ my engine, jerking me off to an unintrusive eruption over her skinny hand.

Only at the clean-up part, did we resume our mutually-destructive scorns and jokes about how ‘we’ performed earlier. And not a word more was said once we left the premise.

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Phone Sex

‘Did you put anything else into the pi pa gao?’

(Maeve answered cheekily) ‘Me? No? Why?’

‘My heart is beating quite fast.. like I am on the pill.’

‘The pill that makes you last longer?’

With an unapologetic grin on her face, Maeve proceeded to pull my boxers off before laying sideway on my belly, taking me to the heavens with her lips that was slowly descending upon my shaft. As she put me repeatedly in and out of ‘agony’ with those playful, hard sucking, she was also busy on her phone, though I didn’t mind that at all.

She has put me in my place, and in her mouth where I could not stop groaning to. Making long, slow strokes up and down my cock, I couldn’t keep my eyes peeled for more than a few seconds each time I peeped at her, a delightful sign of her unknown prowess.

Her phone ringing

‘J?’

‘Yes?’

‘It’s Shaun. He is video calling me.’

‘What does he want now? I’ll only allow voice call.’

Immediately, she rejected his call, and made one of her own. Within seconds, the ringing stopped and his familiar voice broke the silence.

(Caller asked) ‘What are you doing to him now?’

(Maeve answered) ‘Sucking? Mmmm~ exaggerated slurping noises‘

In order to ‘spice things up’ for him, I moved her lower body within my reach and put my fingers straight to work, rubbing her clit to garner an even ‘deeper’ response from her. Along with her invigorated spirits, she also moaned louder into her phone, to which the caller responded by making some manly groans of his own.

After I was thoroughly drenched to my balls, I placed Maeve on her back and repositioned myself between her thighs.

(I said) ‘Tell him what am I doing. Keep him updated.’

(Maeve replied) ‘AHHH! He.. he made me lie on the bed and.. ahhh.. his cock is sliding into me now.. can.. ahhh.. can you hear it?’

I raised her feet higher into the air, placed her phone on her chest, and began thrusting slowly into her pussy. For a delicate ‘dick’ like me who often requires extra lubrication, she was especially wet that evening, all thanks to the unwanted attention that the caller was giving her.

In no time, I found myself going all out in her soaked hole, plugging her vagina unrestrained, in extreme comfort. Following her upbeat mood, I pried her legs opened gradually until they were as wide as she could go, so I could really go all the way in.

After a few minutes of that, she gently pushed me out of her and perched herself up, to give me another round of the mind-blowing, addicting oral sex. In my half-squat position to match her petite body length, my knees didn’t take long before they wobbled too much to hold me up anymore.

I was at once placed on the bed, in her spot, while she climbed over my twitching manhood. Holding the phone in her direction, she leaned over my chest and unleashed the little monster in her, which mostly consisted of unbridled slamming and hopping on my groin.

Now that she has full control of the speed, her moans became even ‘sluttier’, for the man listening on the other end of the line, whom has not stopped groaning as if it had any effects on our tryst. His muffled, unhelpful dirty talk went unnoticed as we busied ourselves with passionate french kisses, and some clit massage to tune her up.

(Maeve asked) ‘Can you fuck me from behind?’

‘Yes please. I would love that.’

And just like that, she bounced off my cock and went onto her fours, leaving her phone untouched on the pillow as I pierced my sword into her fleshy, hot sheath. No time was wasted as I banged the brains out of my gorgeous lover, dipping my rod into her hot cave over and over again, as hard as I could.

The short, four whole minutes I went crazy in her pussy felt like an eternity, filled with ecstatic cries and pleas, before I had to tap out. Maintaining a rapid tempo, I kept humping until I froze in my spot, our cue for the imminent, subsequent blast that sent my viscous seeds into her snatch.

(Maeve sighed) ‘Ohhh.. yes.. there’s so much.. you’re filling me up to the brim.. ‘

Like any man who hears that, one might think that she was just making such comments for the other party to hear. But when I crouched backwards to see exactly how ‘much’ I had cum, she was indeed, true to her words. A ring of whitish-fluid has escaped her cum-pouch, but was quickly ‘swallowed back’ as soon as I pulled my cock out of her.

No tissues or towels were needed that particular day, as she slid one of her hands over that cum-stained creampie, to rub one off. While she half-fingered, half-teased her clit, I prepared the towels we needed and spent the rest of the time admiring the reluctant flow of love-nectar out of her, with an orgasm giving them a final ‘push’, out onto the towels between her legs.

(Maeve playfully yelped) ‘That’s all for you! Goodnight Shaun.’

With that, she collapsed in bed and I rolled her over, to smear my cum further around her groin – until I was hard again. Another simple, vanilla round of sex summed up our night and we didn’t need much time to fall asleep.

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Trying

After forcing myself to stay awake for two hours past my usual bedtime to surprise Maeve on her birthday, you can imagine my excitement when I heard some footsteps outside the door. However, once I noticed that the noise wasn’t going anywhere, I looked through the peephole to see if I was just imagining things.

Instead, I was ‘greeted’ by the sight of her, being on her knees and slurping off the cock of unknown man. On top of that, she was also smoking from the same cigarette the man puffed on. Given how late (or early) it was, the whole place was quiet enough for me to hear what little words they exchanged.

No more than five minutes later, she had bent over the handrails for him and he was even quicker to plunge his dick into my beloved woman, thrusting his hips violently as he violated her breasts. Her moans, were especially carefree under his ‘care’, mostly complimenting on his size while reminding him not to cum inside her.

Without any birth control, she should have insisted on a condom, especially when we were trying for a baby. Unable to bear with the sight anymore, I slowly pried the door open, far enough to point my phone camera through.

By the one-minute mark on the video recording, I had given up so much that I didn’t care if they saw me, and swung the door as wide as I was – to watch, like how a teacher would when they catch naughty children red-handed.

Almost instantly, the guy saw me and was about to stop her when I put a finger on my lips, silencing him into finishing up the act. He took my cue seriously and put her into a proper doggystyle, where he fucked her loud enough for our neighbours to hear.

It was about five minutes later when he suddenly lost control of his hips, hammered her silly to an orgasm if I recognised her correctly. And just like how ‘fair warnings’ go, he did the exact opposite and let his seeds loose into her, garnering a bit of gasps and exhilarating sighs before she came to her senses, if any was left.

Straightaway, she jumped onto her feet and gave that man a slap, before looking at the door where I was standing, under the cover of the dark. At that instance, she just fell onto her knees and I did the only thing I could, to help her into her house and ‘smh’ the guy off.

I then took a shower with her before she took the spare Plan-B pill we had. That night, I slept alone to sort my thoughts out and by the next morning, my mind was generally clear(er) except for some numbness when she went down on my morning wood.

It was partly due to her commitment to ‘undo’ her mistake, that she will be supverised from now on in any hookups.