Hey guys, due to life and work and other commitments, there will be a change in the posting schedule. From this point on, you can expect new posts to appear every Monday and Thursday. So for those whom have set an alarm at 10.01 every morning, you now have a fixed day(s) to wake up early to.
Starting this coming Monday! Hang tight!
(Female voice) ‘Umm. Hi! Jaden?’
‘Yeah.. Sin Yee?’
‘Yupp!’
As happy as he was to see an actual girl showing up instead of some catfish, Jaden was particularly concerned about how ‘young’ she looked. Dressed in a puffy, white, spaghetti-strap dress that couldn’t ecentuate her small-ish breasts, Sin Yee was, underaged at the very least.
(Jaden asked) ‘Are you eighteen yet?’
‘Mmm.. Seventeen! Is that OK?’
Although he didn’t quite believed her answer, he didn’t spend too much time worrying about that once she slipped her arms under his, leading him into the mall where they were going to catch a movie. After getting a box of popcorn to share, they entered the theatre and sat near the wall, wasting no time to make themselves comfortable as the show began.
Watching closely as she perched her feet onto the seat to escape the cold ground, he was treated to the rare sight of a ‘live’ upskirt event, even if she was too young for comfort. As the movie progressed, they became more flirtatious, from feeding each other popcorns to fingers, and holding hands to guiding hands (into their respective underwear).
By the time he was writhing in his seat, hips twitching uncontrollably to her spiteful handjob, she was in a similarly dazed state, panting to his every thrust and flick (of his fingers) in her pussy. Before the movie was over, they left the hall and went straight to the highest floors, for the baby rooms and toilets among the offices that were vacant over the weekend.
Upon entering a baby (or family) room, Xin Yee recklessly took her dress off and reveal the training bra underneath, triggering a previously-unknown, unstoppable, force in Jaden. He stripped his bottoms off at the same speed and they immediately locked their lips in fiery passion, trading saliva as their hands uselessly toyed with each others’ privates.
Once she was dripping wet, and him throbbinghard, he led her to the toilet bowl and sat her down, standing between her legs with those pussy lips spread too far for any last-minute regret. Resuming their french kiss, he aligned their genitals with a far-bend of his knees, and tucked his dick-head into her pussy, being extra careful to execute those short, shallow thrusts in accordance with whichever moans, groans, or gasps she breathed into his mouth.
After a few minutes of ‘careful’ penetration, he was finally deep enough inside her, to make some long, proper strokes that really took her breaths away. One thrust at a time, she gradually let go of her body as he ravished her like the princess she was, hips rocking back and forth to his soft, graceful pounding.
As tight as she was, he had grown ignorant about her age, a fact that would be more dangerous if he ever seek the truth in. In time, he flipped the thin, little girl over onto her belly and fucked her in standing-doggystyle over the bowl, until an unannounced orgasm almost crumble her into a pile. It was apparant that that beautiful, terrifying sensation had an effect on her when she started rubbing her clit for the first time during sex, to trigger yet another climax that she immensely enjoyed.
A while later, she asked to ‘try’ the cowgirl-stance and not only did she impressed him by how quickly she ‘mastered the waves’, she was also leaking quite a bit of juices over his groin and balls. Half-riding and half-rubbing herself, the hyperactive girl came a few more times before his timer was up. At his timely warning, she nonchalantly dismounted him and swiftly surprised him (again), with a blowjob so sloppy that he couldn’t tell was just too good or simply a mess for a first-timer.
Nonetheless, after ten or so minutes, he guided her to use only her hands to jerk him off, and respectfully kept her updated as his moment arrived.
(Jaden moaned) ‘Cumming.. I’m cumming soon. Kee.. eep.. ssshit shit.. I’ M CUMMING!’
Just as his hips buckled for a powerful orgasm, Sin Yee slipped her lips over his cock and contained the explosive, gooey, organic debris, to the extremely-grateful look that Jaden unconsciously had on his face. After swallowing his cum without demand, she licked him clean and even provided a massage to calm his senses.
(Sin Yee asked) ‘Will we do this again?’
(Jaden asked tiredly) ‘Do you want to?’
‘Yes please.’
Just like that, the couple went for a quick meal before they headed back up, for one of the baby rooms that none of them had entered before. Spacious, padded, and shrouded in sensual, warm lighting, the pair went at it again and drove each other wild at their ‘first’ position they did on the bed – 69. None of them would submit to the other person and when the both of them did so simultaneously, it was only after they both came at the same time.
Luckily, as young teenagers, they had ample stamina to last till the mall’s closing time. While he was emptied beyond exhaustion, she was filled to the brim with joy, lust, and a mild addiction she didn’t notice exist yet.
Before they parted ways, she had one more message for Jaden.
(She whispered) ‘If you don’t keep fucking this fourteen-year-old, guess who’s going to jail?’
With a wink, she skipped away in the direction of her home and Jaden just stood in his spot dumbfounded, unsure of what to do with his current-girlfriend.
After two days of consecutive fuck-date, she brought him to a women’s clinic and put herself on long-term contraceptive, as an early birthday-present for that resilient, careless boy.
Besides the ambiguity of her age, Sin Yee was, a gorgeous lady in the making, and knowing how sexually-wild and dedicated she can get to ‘retain-and-conquer’ a loved one, there wasn’t enough reason to stay with his then-girlfriend.
Undoubtedly, the younger of the girls would make his life ‘hell’, though mostly described with the words, ‘pleasurable’, ‘insatiable’, ‘absurd, ‘exhausting’, ‘unbearable’, ‘crazy’, ‘merciless’, ‘help’, ‘me’ and ‘please’.
It has been a long, long time, since I had to walk into one of these ‘infamous’ hotel 81s, passing though the flat, muted walls that had doors seemingly hammered into them – all by myself. I have never met the man who invited me here, and every of my pitiful life experiences had warned me to never do something like that. And yet, I was filled with more excitement, adrenaline, about what he would do to me, than worrying about what would happen to me.
It was ten minutes past four in the afternoon, when I finally reached his doorstep. With a tiny shiver in my limbs, I knocked on the door, and the same, panda-shaped man opened the door, in smiles that melted my hesitations away. He took my hand, led me into the unattractive room, and helped put my bag down.
‘Do you want to wash your feet? Pee?’, he asked as if I was in his home, and I could only think of myself in disgust as I was on my period. I just hoped he remembered that. After a long minute calming myself in the toilet, I came out, and he held out a silk-satin type sash to me. ‘Put this over your eyes’, he said, without a hint of care or affectionate I remembered him for. ‘Take your clothes off, but leave your panties on’, his next phrase wasn’t impossible to do, but who is that man before me, right now?
‘Can you lie down on the bed? Is your pad.. Umm.. Long enough?’, when he asked that, I knew he remembered what I told him earlier, and I nodded for him to guide me into the bed, lying on the cold sheets with my boobs spilling sideways. I was mentally prepared to be mishandled, or even hurt, but all I felt was his hands, warm, and somehow a little oiled. He was obviously sitting by my side, but his hands didn’t appear so. He began with my neck, imitating a ‘strangling’ posture before sliding them over my breasts. It felt a little strange, but the lack of any pain or discomfort I imagined was already too much to ask for.
Although he didn’t spend much time on my boobs, he paid extra attention to my thighs. His focus on my inner thighs took quite a bit out of me, especially from the way he dragged his fingertips across them, in multiple directions, and finally pushes down with his palms like a masseur would. He took the ‘sex’ out of this unexpected gesture, and presented a very ‘humane’ touch to me.
‘Are you relaxed?’, he asked like a professional, and I had to say yes even though none of my muscles were less stiff. He disappeared for a moment, where I could hear some ruffling of clothes, before he returned to my side. The next thing he did, was climb over my waist, and put his hands around my neck again, this time squeezing his palms over my shoulders.
‘You can hold my legs’, he graciously invited me to do so and I wouldn’t miss a chance to touch him, even if it was just his legs. I moved my hands higher to where his underwear would be, but I felt nothing there. Without more ‘information’ from my fingers, I couldn’t form a complete image, of his dong, in my head.
Just as my hands found their way to the front of his hips, but still some distance away, he spoke again, ‘are you very sure? there is no turning back.’ I shifted both my hands simultaneously to his groin and felt his cock for the first time, along with a breath-taking sigh. He then gripped my shoulders tightly with his oily hands and slid them down my arms, moving all the way to my fingertips where he could share some of the massage oil.
At once, I knew what I could do with my hands and wasted no time to milk him, twisting and grasping him in numerous angles he didn’t know of. Although it was a plain ‘tug-and-jerk’, the randomness of his twitching and writhing made me ‘see’ an image of a cowboy on a wild bull, except that this ‘wild bull’ hasn’t moved anything but her hands.
After a few minutes in this position, I just had to get up, and put him in a more comfortable position. One that he could ‘watch’ from, remember fondly, and easier for me to ‘dominate’ him if I wanted to. So, on my knees this time, I executed my best moves, while absorbing of all his muscular reactions. That moment I slipped my mouth over his loin, his body went half-stiff. Toes curling at my ankles, inner thighs twitching non-stop, belly rising and collapsing like a balloon, that restrained grip on my hands, and lest not, the occasional ‘pat’ on my head that he held back from turning it into a ‘push’.
Under my bewitchment, he expressed all the textbook-mannerism a man would, right to the point till he came. His cum, by far the only ‘thing’ that had traded ‘hands’, had a consistent, creamy texture with a tad of saltiness. While it wasn’t ‘impressionable’, the ‘ease’ of swallowing him made it one of the memorable moments of that evening.
Once he was emptied, we just laid next to each other, with my hands constantly touching him until he was up again. This time, it is his turn to be blindfolded.
‘Mia?’, with no other information besides her exact location in the mall, I had to brace myself as I approached the only Indian girl in the vicinity, whom just happened to be standing at the ‘level 4 directory’ as she had described. Without a word, she turned around and gave me a stare of contemplation, which successfully stirred up my confusion, before she flashed me that reassuring smile. Glad that I ‘got’ the right person, I was about to introduce myself, and even shake hands with her, when she suddenly grabbed hold of my wrist.
While I was a little shocked, it was mostly relief that I felt, having done the craziest thing of ‘approaching the right stranger’. What I did not expect, was for her to drag me into a handicap toilet next to where we met, and dived straight into my arms. Of course, I was at a loss for words, and a deeper loss for thoughts about where we were (toilet). I mean, what kind of meaningful relationship can we form here?
Being held in her arms, I couldn’t tell what she was up to until her hand brushed against my groin, advancing at a pace too fast for even a ‘thirsty’ old man. By the time I saw what she was up to, she was already stepping out of her panties, and swiftly went on to remove her bra from under.
‘Wait! What?’, those two Ws went nowhere as she slienced me with a finger over my lips, thereafter pushing me up against a wall. I was still in greater-shock when she brought my hand to the back of her head, as if she was demanding me to ‘make out with her fiercely’. Thankfully, I was wrong about that. Our lips never touched each other’s, but her quick descend down my body brought up another fear I did not want.
It was then I understood, what she meant by dressing casual. It was definitely easier, for her to undo a pair of running shorts, than a pair of jeans that one would normally wear to impress. Instead, she executed her plan to leave a deep, and lusting impression on me, right at that moment her lips went over my little head. Although she didn’t go any deeper, she reminded me about my ‘privilege(s)’, through our hands behind her head. I remained mostly afraid to do anything until she pushed against my hand, to drive her mouth down my shaft. Without enough ‘encouragement’, my hand began moving on its own, in the direction of my cock she was generously salivating over.
In a semi-high state of mind, I blurted ‘ahhh.. you.. suree.. ‘ as if it would make a difference, and it did. She flicked my hand off and slapped both her hands onto my hips, officially relieving me of my duties and strength, through those deep and mind-blowing strokes she landed on my cock. For a man, I was squirming and tipping left and right from pleasure, shamelessly putting on my most-vulnerable expressions for her enjoyment.
Before I know it, she wrapped a hand around my dong and jerked me as she slurped me dizzy, in a grin that was both naughty and scary. Faced with such adversity, my body couldn’t hold anything back and was in an overdrive mode quickly, cocking and readying my ‘ammunition’ without restraints. In a weak and pleading tone, I cried out ‘Mia’ twice more, only to send herself all the way down to the base of my manhood, for that defining explosion. For a long time, everything went quiet and still, save for that loud gulp we could both hear through the silence.
In a flash, she was on her feet, and yelped ‘J?’ as a continuance for my earlier greeting. How else would I reply, except in a breathless, and exhausted tone, ‘Yes I am’. With that, we left the forsakened corner and went for a movie. Under her flowy dress, ‘nothingness’ was all I needed to return the favour, effectiveness expressed in the form of (my) wrinkly fingertips, the moans she had to muffle with her hands, and ultimately how she needed help to walk out of the theatre.
No, she didn’t need a listening ear, nor did she want a sexually-driven man. She merely needed someone to help her feel alive again.
(Kayla asked) ‘Are you ready dad? For your birthday present?’
‘Uh huh.. please don’t put my hands on anything icky k?’
‘TSK! It won’t be icky! Slowly bring your arms up in front of you, and hold it there until you feel something. Hehe.’
From her footsteps, I could tell that she has ‘escaped’ while I have to execute her command, raising my arms until they were straightened at eye level. While my mind was somewhat bored of how she might surprise me, I had never expected to feel skin, on my palm.
A pair of hands then took my hands in them, turning my palms inward before they landed on what I suspected, were hips.
‘Woah woah woah. Do I know you?’
(A female voice) ‘Yes uncle.’
She then took a few steps towards me, until I could smell a feminine fragrance in front of my nose. My hands were led slowly higher, across her waist, over her ribs, and stopped right on a pair of small breasts.
A similarly small pair of hands then went onto my stubble-laden face, tilting my head upwards for a kiss on the softest pair of lips I had ever felt.
(She whispered) ‘Uncle.. don’t be scared k? My friend is going behind you.’
Before I knew it, another set of hands went around my chest and undid my shirt, peeling layers and layers off until I was in my boxers. The two of them, from different angles, proceeded to slide their hands down my pants, going straight for my manhood without any care for any other parts.
Surrounded by two gasping ladies, I could only stand still as they ransacked me, at the same time taking turns to ‘experiment’ with what they understood as a ‘handjob’.
(Girl 2 voice) ‘Mmmm.. it’s so hard now.. ‘
Suddenly, my boxers were yanked down to my feet and one more pair of hands came forward, caressing my balls while the other two girls jerked me off.
In no time, I was made to lie down on the bed, fully naked, while three whispering voices made inaudible remarks about my cock. Subsequently, their hands gave way to one of their mouths, which I could obviously recognise from the tongue and how wet and warm I was inside.
While it began as a lick-and-taste, another mouth took things to the next stage by going down on me, stirring sighs and moans from my confused mind. Before I knew who was doing what, there were three tongues running all over me, with one mouth sucking me senseless at all time.
Once I was barely conscious and consenting, they took things up a notch with a pussy, one so hairless and small, that she was squirming more than I was suffering. It felt as though someone was putting a condom on for me, with her pussy. That tight, and almost impossible.
In time, she managed to fit all of me inside, but there was no way she could move from the overwhelming ache. So I put my hands under her bum, and bounced her up and down like a pocket pussy, whining in both pleasure and pain with each jab.
After five or so minutes, she was finally wet enough to move on her own, and I could tell that she got help with she slammed her pussy too hard onto my cock too many times. It knocked the wind out of her, but she would always come right back for more.
Just like the blowjob, the girls took their turns with me, exposing me to three distinctively different pussies I couldn’t find a favourite amongst. I was soon allowed to participate actively, as long as I keep the blindfolds on. The girls ended up in either missionary or doggystyle, while I challenged myself to knock them out for the others to panic.
Knowing full well how ‘young’ Kayla’s friends might be, I chose to finish off outside of their bodies, pulling off a cum-on-face for the girls to then do their taste-test.
By the end of the hour, the girls ready to settle down, tucking me in bed before they jumped into the shower together. After a long, long time in there, they came to join me in bed, all three of them – including my own daughter, Kayla.
Let’s just say that both her friends got more dick that night, but not Kayla, ever again.