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Fucked Childhood

Fan note – When I read your latest story, it reminded myself of mine. Although vastly different from yours(?), I think it might also be considered an ‘alternate’ scenario? For clarification, I am a male.

This happened way back but a recent (condolence) meeting brought the three of us together again, and that situation couldn’t get anymore awkward. While most of us (guys) would see it as a ‘fortunate’ event, I was still consumed by the ick and twistedness of it even after many years had passed, all because it has somehow shaped my current ‘personality’.

For context, I was about 12 then, going into secondary school. I could remember my exact age it happened because I had to move accommodations to my uncle’s house which was closer. His family had 2 daughters (14 & 15) studying in that same school, and a spare bedroom. I was the second (of three) child in my family so it was kind of a relief for my parents.

His 2 daughters were typical ‘lians’, likely due to how little my aunty and uncle was home. Skirts a little too short, elastic bands at the hems of their blouse, and piercings that had to be hidden from all adults. As a new member to their household, they kept their distance at the beginning. Since I was in lower secondary, the workload and subjects were fairly few compared to the stuff they were going through. So I was mostly home, and was taught to clean and upkeep the household to show my gratitude for their kindness.

I was doing the same thing in my own home anyway. Sweeping, mopping, wiping – and doing laundry. I was no stranger to panties and bras, though I usually just leave them in a clean laundry basket for my mom to pack it herself. But at 13, I was obviously stunned by how tiny and.. colourful.. teenage panties could get. Although none of it was lace or see-through, most of them were thongs.

How could I not be ‘distracted’? Right?

Anyway, I did their laundry as I’ve always done it and kept my thoughts to myself. Another small but important fact, their parents both had to work. Dad in some kind of engineering job, and mom as a hawker stall assistant. So none of them would be home between 10am to 6pm. Anyway, I kept my distance from the sisters, and they had little or nothing to say to me – until that day.

One fine day, on a weekend, we happened to be in the living room together watching whatever was on the TV when Natalie, the older of them, asked me if I ever felt weird doing their laundry. And I explained that it was normal. Emily, the younger of them, then asked, if I had ever seen a woman’s part upclose, to which I replied, ‘only on the internet’.

I couldn’t remember how that conversation went but someone asked if they could see mine and she would show me hers in exchange. To my youngers self then, ‘just see see’ was as harmless as it sounded. I stood in front of them between the coffee table and sofa, and slowly pulled my shorts down (I didn’t wear an underwear because I was home).

They looked, and held it. One of them took a whiff, and got her head nudged onto my dick. Then, it got bigger, and bigger, until it was fully erect. ‘Wow.. ‘, was that one word I remembered. ‘Have you shoot before?’, someone asked. I nodded. ‘How?’, and I replied, ‘I moved my hand up and down.’

‘Like this?’, as the hand moved, my knees almost gave way. I had never imagined it to feel so much better for someone else to do it, and my face turned so red they kept commenting on it. Being my first ‘experience’ with someone else’s hand, I tapped out within 2 minutes. I remembered how it happened too. I was about to cover the tip of my dick when they used one hand each to hold my hands down, and continued to jerk me until cum squirted far out onto their legs.

Instead of being shocked, their eyes were locked onto my face as one of their hands kept going, until I begged them to stop. Embarrassed and lost, they kept me seated on the coffee table while they wiped the cum off themselves.

‘Who’s pussy do you want to see?’, I kept quiet to that question. ‘You! You show him yours’, Nat shoulder bumped Emily and they had a little girl-fight to get her shorts off. Once her bottom was freed, she raised her feet onto the sofa and opened her legs. Needless to say, my eyes were glued. Skinny thighs, almost skin-coloured pussy. It wasn’t only after I got older did I know that that was how a 15 year old pussy should look like – untouched.

Natalie then got up and moved me to sit between them. Reaching across my legs, she then grabbed one of my hand and dragged it to her sister’s groin, isolating my middle finger and shoved me into her sister’s hands. ‘You guide him la!’, she chided at Emily. Emily then brought that finger up her slit, and stopped at the top before I reached her belly.

‘Rub here’, she pushed my fingertip into the slit and I felt that little nub. Her face too, was flushing like mine. As my finger went on autopilot, my eyes remained on her shut-eyes-face. She was panting deeper, and her thighs were shivering harder. One of her hands were on my forearm, and her other was on my wrist, resisting slightly in case I hurt her.

Natalie was not sitting idle either. She reached over my leg and grabbed my dick once again, which had gotten hard due to the ongoing situation. It was that exact moment, the loop was finally closed. Something came over me then to brazenly place my free hand over her legs, parting them slowly until her feet was on the couch as well. I then found my way into those loose shorts of hers and did the same as my other hand.

The three of us just sat in that position, jerking and rubbing each other off. The girls took turns with me as my refectory period took more time, but none of us really paused. We came one by one, and by the end of a 30-minute long cartoon, we were exhausted. No one said anything but the two sisters went to take a shower immediately, leaving me to sit alone half-naked, brain overwhelmed by ‘bliss’.

After them, I went and got myself cleaned up. Back in the living room, they told me not to tell anyone about this, because I was not supposed to know this at my age. I said ok.

From the next day onwards, they were home earlier than usual, to do that ‘fun’ thing with me before the adults came home. And I indulged myself immensely in it too, without any deeper thoughts. Soon, our ‘daytime’ activity crossed the line into the nights, when one or both their parents would be home. At first, it was just casual teasing, poking and rubbing over my shorts whenever they had the chance. Then, it escalated to those times when we would be seated side by side, although I was mainly the one doing the work because of how ‘messy’ my cum could get if they reciprocated.

About a year passed after it began, and Emily, the younger of them, came into my room one afternoon. ‘Go lie on the bed’, she commanded, and I obeyed. There was something about her that day, which felt more like frustration or anger, than the usual playful mood. Without any warning, she yanked my shorts off and took hers off as well. Then, she climbed over my belly and slid herself back, until our genitals touched.

‘Don’t say anything’, she quipped. Her wet and warm orifice then slipped over mine and my mind went blank immediately. I was so overwhelmed by how hot and slippery and erotic that I lost control of my body. My hands just clenched the sheets at my sides while she bounced her hips up and down, groaning and moaning into the wall behind me.

It was my first time, and it lasted minutes. Within a few strokes of that powerful hips, I was trembling like a fish while cum erupted into her pussy, and she just kept going. My head was twisting left and right from the agony but she just kept going. The cramps in my thighs, the ache in my abdomen, the coat of perspiration on my forearm, and the beads of sweat appearing on my face, all did nothing to slow her down.

She, just kept riding. After another load of cum fired into her pussy, she then slowly pushed herself upright, and kind of stopped moving. It was just her fingers on her clit now, rubbing left and right, as her moans softened into purrs. By then, my dick had shrunk out of her, but I managed to get a few of those initial squeezes in her pussy.

At last, Emily came, and she collapsed on my chest.

‘What happened to you?, I asked in a worried voice.

‘I let a guy finger me, and he kept doing it even though I said it hurt’, she sighed.

It was then I realised, that there were other guys out there – who didn’t care. We went on to do our own things that day, and it wasn’t long before Natalie found out about what we did. Being older, and having dated before, she knew more – about positions.

The two sisters then rotated between themselves, letting themselves into my room at around 3-4pm every afternoon, to release their stress, and mine. It would go on until I was 16 (and them 19-20) when I dated my first girlfriend, whom was clueless about ‘adult subjects’. My sisters being official teenagers then, had began to dress even more daringly, with those tiny tops and shorts. I had tried to decrease the number of times we’d do ‘it’, but they always had their ways with me. Be it random blowjobs, or completely one-side cowgirl rides, I was being treated more like a dildo then.

After I finished my final year of secondary school, I moved back to my parents’ place. And everything went back to normal. We met each other a few more times during Chinese New Year, but after a few more years, work and scheduling took CNY from us.

I eventually married my first girlfriend, and she is still in the dark about that part of my childhood. How did the sisters ‘ruined’ me you asked? Well, the sofa became my favourite spot to fuck on, and even more thankfully, my wife was into making amateur videos, right on said sofa, making some clips an exact re-enactment of my best childhood memories.

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Rekindled

PS; This story is very dialogue heavy, and the use of English is intentionally ‘downgrade’ to reflect real thoughts and natural speech.

(Ann began) ‘Kor.. you remember what we did when we were younger?’

At last, I thought to myself, the past has finally caught up with me after so many years. I could not deny how often I have thought about that incident, only because of how ashamed and guilty I was, for allowing that to happen no matter how old we were there.

(I sighed) ‘Yes. I don’t think I can ever forget about that. a long pause Why did you bring that up suddenly?’

In my mind, I knew it wasn’t ‘sudden’. It was more of ‘overdue’. The both of us have gone so far ahead, and apart with our lives, dating our fair share of partners, going through heartbreaks and bliss in equal parts, etc. As much as I wished that she had forgotten about that ‘incident’, I knew that there was no way I would get away with it. It will come back sooner or later, as karma.

(Ann continued) ‘We never really had closure.. did we?’

‘Nope. We definitely did not. We did something stupid, and we both thought it was.. fun.. and tried to.. get each other to.. sigh.. a few times. And we stopped asking.’

(Ann continued) ‘We stopped talking too. We stopped being there for each other.’

‘Yes. And we both know why.’

(Ann asked) ‘Do you blame yourself?’

‘Of course! Although we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing, I have watched some.. porn.. by that time to know better. I just wasn’t thinking.’

(Ann asked) ‘Do you blame me?’

‘Never! It was never your fault. You just did what I asked most of the time.’

(Ann rebutted) ‘No? I was the one who told you what to do and you did it.’

(Ann continued) ‘You said you remember what we did that time. What do you think about most?’

‘The shame.. the guilt.. almost every time when I get intimate with someone.. ‘

(Ann asked) ‘Did it affect your sex life?’

‘Not really.. but.. I’ve wronged you.. ‘

(Ann continued) ‘I couldn’t forget either. But I remembered it differently from you.’

‘How so?’

(Ann blushed) ‘I’d get wetter.. ‘

I whispered a ‘fuck’ and looked intently at her, heart slowly wincing as I realised how I might have messed her up, in a grave, grave way. The guys she met after me, the desires she had after me, her whole history after me.. was built on that foolish mistake.

Now, for some context. Our dad was a chain-smoker, so you can imagine how our house smelled on a normal day. On top of that, he has some paranoia about keeping our house very safe. So apart from the 3 locks on our gate, the windows in the house were mostly shut. You know, ‘in case of rain and no one hears it’. And! Our mom was a hoarder, so you can imagine how much free space we had. Our ‘introverted’ character were partly shaped by the character of our hot-tempered dad.

In short, he has to have the final say, and everything he says is right.

So we learned to keep our mouths shut most of the time we were home. Being a growing ‘boy (14yo)’ and ‘girl (13yo)’, we gradually had less (topics, thoughts) to share with each other. But we had one common habit, which I would say kind of kept us together.

Because of the cigarette smoke and occasional quarrels, we would often hang out outside the house. We started ‘waiting’ at the void deck, then we realised we couldn’t tell if the chaos was over, so we moved to the stairs. Then we bumped into our outgoing dad and got questioned about why we were not in the house he worked so hard to pay for. So again, we moved, up a few floors, still at the stairs.

Now, the interesting part. While all of us took ‘Math & Science’ in primary school, and have an idea of the male/ female anatomy, the act of ‘sex’ weren’t covered. In secondary school, we were the first generation of students to receive ‘sex education’. So while some of us ‘knew all about it’, all of us took it as a joke. ‘Who doesn’t know what is sex?’, we assumed. And might I remind you, we were still about 5 years away of the launch of the first Google phone (I remembered because that was my first smart phone – G1).

I couldn’t remember the exact phrase my sister asked, but she was wondering if my school had started sex education as well. She was at that age to get her first mensuration, and that was how we went deep into the topic. Days past on that fateful flight of stairs, and before we knew it, we were at that moment to show each other our parts.

‘Just see see’ right? Until Ann had to ask me how would it enter a woman’s vagina if it was that small. She actually held my (unerected) dick in her fingers and flipped it up and down to ‘see’. And I.. being a ‘growing boy’ – reacted accordingly. It grew, and she kept holding it to watch. That awkward moment didn’t last long, but she later admitted to me that she too, had a secret of her own – about how good she would feel when she rubbed a certain part on her vagina.

As embarrassed and shy as I was, I didn’t need to make any requests. A few days later, she was seated up a few steps behind me and her school skirt was apart. She pointed a spot to me, and I, in my unthinking mode, touched, and rubbed it like she had described. As you could have imagined, our default dwelling was no longer home, but at the stair where we would just please each other as fair siblings.

Juice-soaked fingers, cum-stained hands, we were in our own world for a long time. No amount of sex education could tell us that brothers and sisters weren’t allowed to do that for each other. It didn’t fit the criteria of ‘abuse’, and we weren’t strangers to each other. Plus, we have already started kissing a.k.a. making out with each other by then.

If the stairs was the ‘waiting area’ for us to head back home, then the nearby community centre was where we officially ‘hung out’. Before your mind starts wandering, we would only go to that community centre when our friends were around. For basketball, for doing homework, for wasting time, and never just the both of us.

We were about a year into that ‘relationship’ when we decided to explore that community centre – at 11pm. To skip the boring parts, I knew when the gates were closed because I had played basketball (with friends) until they had to lock up. So when Ann and I visited, we were literally trying our luck, for that one side door that was unlocked.

Once in, I could only say that all hell broke loose. Assisted by dim lighting from the street lamps coming in through the windows, we had truly let ourselves go as we hugged, kissed, touched, groped everywhere. She sat on a chair, and I was on my knees the next second, licking and sucking her pussy like a hungry tiger. Once she came once, we instinctively swapped places, and she went at it like a hungry baby, sucking and moaning while rubbing herself.

It was then we ‘discovered’ the 69 position, when we wanted to be in the same moment at the same time. It was just all glory when I came so hard into her mouth the same time she flooded my mouth with juices. When that was over, she turned around to keep making out with me, as her hand kept jerking me off.

‘Do you want to try it?’

Those six words.. I think I nodded when she suddenly stood over my waist, one hand holding up her skirt and the other going around my dick when she stooped herself into range. To date, I could vividly remember how ‘scorched’ the first inch of my dick was when it entered her. Both her hands suddenly fell onto my chest and I grabbed her waist hard. I wasn’t sure what we said to each other then, but I was slowly lowering her onto my dick.

I remembered how tightly we hugged each other (while penetrated), and it lasted a long time. The next thing I knew, we were moving our hips against each other as her groans turned to moans. Soon, she was on the floor while I assumed missionary, pumping my dick deep into her. Her legs were locked around me, just as our eyes did. We kissed gently, and hugged with me on top of her, until I came.

Until I came, into my sister.

While I froze inside her, her pussy started squeezing around me, growing in tightness until she threw her head back. I just stayed inside of her until she regained her composure, for a tears to roll down her temples.

‘Was it painful?’

‘No. It was beautiful.’

Those were the last words we spoke that night. We got dressed, went home, and never met at the stairs or community centre again. Our words were reduced to daily concern, though our eyes were hoping for more.

(Ann continued) ‘You never got hard thinking about me?’

‘A few times.’

(Ann asked) ‘When?’

‘When I get intimate with someone, and thought of you, and got angry with myself.’

Without saying a word more, Ann walked in front of me and hugged me, as tight as the last hug I had received from her. She just held me there until her hands came over my cheeks, tilting my watering eyes upwards to her.

Then.. a kiss – which I reciprocated. We touched, we groped, we felt. She still had that underweight physique I had established my past relationships on, and I was as chunky as the men she had posted on her IG with. Now with doors we could lock, there was no need to keep any clothes on. With experiences we had gained, we no longer had to take turns. With modern contraceptives, no more barriers could stand between us.

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You Lil Bitch

(Jade whispered) ‘heyyy.. can I just help myself? you can continue sleeping.. ‘

My brain had barely registered what she just said when a hand reached over my bulge, an unintentional one in the middle of my sleep. Within seconds, the elastic band of my boxers were pulled under my balls and her fingers quickly went around my shaft. Part of my couldn’t believe what she was asking at that hour, and the other part of me was smothered by her slow and gentle squeezing on my throbbing dick.

I kept my eyes closed as I had to conserve any remaining energy, and let her uncover the sheets from my waist down. After a couple of minutes of that superficial ‘handjob’, a warm orifice came over my dick and flooded my senses with euphoria. As she moved her head up and down, my toes curled at that same pace, being half-horny due to the origin of my hardness.

As I thought I would enjoy ‘more’ lip service, she ended it as soon as she lathered enough saliva over it. Shifting her body on top of mine, her pussy instantly enveloped my entire manhood in one stroke. It was a move she had always liked, despite how shocking it was on her body. In her own words, it would somehow get her wetter and crazier, than doing anything else during foreplay.

A few seconds of stagnation later, her hips began rocking against mine. Flicking that dick up and down as it slid against the underside of her vaginal walls. Her moans, pace, and hand-placement, gave me an approximate gauge of her current mood. Although she was going solo, it was clear how much she was enjoying this man-doll moment. There wasn’t any loud groans or deep moans, just rhythmic sighs and the occasional pauses in her breathing, as her pussy contracted tightly around me.

The sides of my belly was getting a little sticky as juices ran along her thighs where she was grinding on my body, turning slickly at the same time she increased speed. I had my half-asleep mind to thank as it desensitised my dick a little, though that same repetitive motion was taking its toll on my stamina. At one point, I could no longer keep my hands still and placed them on her tiny waist, gripping them hard while inching upwards to her cutesy B cups.

Once my fingers located her jiggling nipples, a hard pinch sent her into overdrive, forcing her to perch herself up in a squat and switching the back-forth angle to an up-down, slamming motion. Again, I had not thought of that when my thighs began to stiffen, the obvious sign we both understood to be my biological countdown.

The loud, thumping, wet-slapping sounds filled the entire room, as were her moans that matched the downward drop of her pussy. From the slight ache I felt in my loin, I knew I was harder than ever, and perhaps.. longer than ever too. She slipped out of me a few times, but she never failed to come back harder and deeper.

Finally, her body fell backwards and she caught my knees for support. An overwhelming squeeze in her groin effectively suffocated, and silenced all signs of my incoming ejaculation. Very carefully, I then raised my knees up, replaced my hands on her waist, and brought her chest down onto mine.

(I whispered) ‘is it over?’

(she hushed) ‘yes.. i just need to rest for a whaaaaaa…. ‘

Without warning, I thrust my hips up and rammed her pussy full of my cock, shocking her body to shut her legs immediately – if not for my upright knees that held them open. Biting my teeth together, I had to exact some revenge for her disruption, and made sure to unleash all I had in those forceful jabs between her legs. I was like a machine-gun that has malfunctioned, shoving dick into her no matter if it met its required depth.

No more than a minute had gone by when I suddenly felt a gush of warm liquid between our bodies, and the convulsion happening her pussy instantly triggered my overloaded senses. Cum poured into her without regards and she was just trembling like a battery-depleted ragdoll. Besides our satiated mood, it was the mess that really got to me.

I was supposed to be asleep, and she was supposed to do this cleanly. And instead, I was wide awake, and the sheets were stained.

(I called her out) ‘You don’t get to sleep just yet. Suck this clean.’

In her side-sleeping pose, I tucked my soiled dick into her mouth and moved my hips accordingly, until I was hard again.. and came again. By then, I was too tired to care about the soaked sheets, and slept next to her, on top of the blanket she was under.

Argh..

Waking up the next morning before she did, I went straight on my knees and rolled that sleeping, selfish girl over. I then yanked her by the waist and raised her hips in air, giving her no chance to react when I plunged my dick right into her pussy. Despite being somewhat-wet from last night’s leftover, she still let out a muffled scream when I penetrated her half-dry. It was my turn to take my frustration out on her, and it took about two shots before my marbles were finally calmed down.

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Fuck That

(In my shocked tone) ‘Melia.. why are you here?’

‘I followed you.’

‘When? ..and why?’

I was just about the shut the door when I saw my ex-girlfriend standing right outside, visibly skinnier than before, in a grey dress. My mind was still processing her appearance when she interrupted with her next question.

‘Aren’t you going to invite me in?’

(I stammered) ‘Yeah.. sure. Come in.’

Once again I opened the gate and she walked right in, seamlessly kicking off her slippers as she made sure the door was shut behind her. Immediately after, she grabbed me by the collar and dragged me further into the house, stopping right in front of the bed. Dropping onto her knees, she began peeling my belt off and I desperately held onto her wrists to stop her.

‘What are you doing? You are already married.. with a kid.. ‘

‘Do you think I care? Do you care?’

She twisted my grip away and continued tugging my jeans down, followed by my boxers. I barely caught her by her forehead when her face dived right into my groin, taking all of my uninterested cock in her mouth. As she sucked erratically, I was still fighting her off, taking steps backwards as she inched forward, until I collapsed onto the bed.

At half-mast, she was in place to push me down onto my back, while her eyes locked gaze onto mine, while sucking on my growing erection. Within seconds, my mind was buzzing with pleasure, thighs trembling to her overwhelming speed and depth. In that struggle for sanity and some self-respect, she had successfully stripped my pants off, and lifted her dress enough to expose her bum.

(Melia moaned) ‘Mmm.. mmm… ‘

At that point, I knew she was touching herself as she bobbed her head up and down on my fully-grown cock, throbbing and aching at her vengeful pace. As soon as she stuffed all of it down her throat, my eyes rolled back, and my mind went blank. That very tip was getting squeezed and massaged by her convulsing throat, as though she was milking me. More and more saliva leaked all over my groin at every stroke, until much, much later she decided to stop.

(Melia yipped) ‘I think he’s ready.. ‘

‘Ready for?’

Before I could react, she had climbed on top of my hips, and tucked my dick easily into her soaked pussy. With her feet dangling over the edge, she began grinding her hips on mine, sliding her pussy up and down my body. While she wasn’t too tight for my size, she was definitely too wet for my safety. All that rocking and grinding and twerking, she was hitting on my sensitive tip as much as I was hitting her buttons.

‘Melia? MELIA!! SLOW DOWN!’

(Melia panting) ‘Nope.. I will not.. ‘

‘I’m gonna cum if you keep going!! I’m serious!’

‘Then cum. You think I care?’

That said, there was nothing else to say. She continued riding me on her own leisurely pace, until my thighs started cramping.

(I grunted) ‘CUMMING! MELIA! I’M.. ARGH ARGH‘

I remembered the ache on my belly as my thighs froze, hips helplessly thrashing upwards as cum sprayed into her slippery cunt. I was sure I was making funny faces because she was gleaming at me, while moving her hips slower and slower. After I stopped my flailing and pleading, and was just panting, she then lifted her ass off me, but not more than an inch away from my weakening dick.

A few seconds later, blobs of cum spilled over that sad-looking penis, and that was when she finally climbed off me.

Returning her knees to my feet, she grabbed my cock again and began slurping all of the cum up, licking every crevice to make sure none of it was missed. My balls, my belly button, my inner thighs, the tip of my dick, and under that mushroom that was shrinking fast. Once cleaned up, her mouth resumed sucking on my lifeless cock, until a second erection appeared.

(I stammered weakly) ‘Melia.. that’s enough.. please.. ‘

‘Sure. For you. Not me.’

She kept sucking and deep-throating me until it was rock hard again, and a different kind of energy came over me. The vengeful type. With newfound strength, I sat up and pulled her by her hair off my dick, and swung her onto my bed.

(I commanded) ‘Rollover.. Faster!’

She was about halfway on her back when I impatiently grabbed both her ankles and raised them into the air. Once, twice, I jammed my dick in the direction of her pussy and got it in on the second try. Without wasting a second, I began slamming my dick deep into her as her moans filled the room. Her legs were kept wide open while she had one hand between her legs, furiously rubbing on her clit while I looked at her pitiful situation.

She was getting wetter than before and I couldn’t miss out on that opportunity to choke her a little.

(She heaved) ‘Jas.. do you want to film this?’

‘Sure. Keep your legs spread for me.’

I flung her legs aside and pulled out of her. I then grabbed my phone, placed it on a tripod I used for my exercise, aimed it directly at us. Once that was settled, I returned my dick inside her and kept going, laying both hands on her breasts that were jiggling so unhelpfully. After a few long boring minutes, I had enough. There was nothing more to enjoy from her overstimulated cunt.

(I sighed) ‘I had enough.’

‘What do you want me to do now?’

I sat back onto the bed and helped her up, bringing her between my legs and leaning back for a hint.

Without a word, she dropped onto her knees once again and went back to suck me. She went slow, fast, deep, shallow, every way she knew would stir me up. Honestly, her blowjob was the only thing I missed about her, since the break up. She was the only one who could make me cum every time, and never missed a single dose down her throat.

Since it was my second round, the camera got a lot of exclusive and extended footage of her pleasing that anime-like cock she once dominated years ago. I think almost 20 minutes had past before I felt the urge to cum, but it took longer than expected for me to actually cum. Yet, that married, mother-of-one, did not once let my excited mind rest once throughout.

(As I patted her head) ‘I’m cumming now Melia.. keep going.. ‘

She switched to long, slow strokes while fondling my balls, and my cock seamlessly spilled a second load into her vacuuming mouth. Satisfied with a smile, she cleaned me up a second time with her tongue, and quickly adjusted her clothes.

(Melia asked) ‘You ok?’

‘Yeah.. just exhausted.. ‘

‘Good. I leave you to it then.’

(I replied emotionlessly) ‘Ok.’

(She asked) ‘Jas?’

‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

(I interrupted) ‘Wait! Tomorrow’s my off day. I need to.. ‘

‘Perfect.’

The door slammed on that very last word, and I knew there was nothing else to say. We did not send each other any texts following that night, nor have we texted each other for close to two weeks before that night.

At 9am the next day, the gate creaked open, and the shuffling of shoes woke me. My habit of sleeping naked finally backfired once she laid eyes, and then her mouth, on my dishevelled, morning-state. The next few weeks were as intense, and messy, and wild, and exhausting. We spoke nothing of each others’ marital situation, and only had exchanges of bodily-fluids.

Welp.. gotta go now. She will be turning up any time now.

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Crash Landing

‘Just how much exactly did you drink?’, I asked as Jia Ying began stumbling while merely standing in the lift, with her face red like a lobster and clothes in disarray.

‘Just.. half a bottle? I think.. I just kept drinking once I booked the car.. I just want to sleep once I get here.. ‘, she slurred harder as the lift came to a stop, with me half-supporting her weight as we made our way to my place.

It has been at least 10 years since we broke up, and since it was a clean break, we didn’t have anything to do with each other. Although she was the one whom initiated the break, it wasn’t exactly hard to come to terms with her decision, based on you know.. the usual ‘if you want her to be happy, learn to let go’ that sort of analogy.

I still didn’t know how she found my IG, but she did. And there was no need for any second thoughts to help her when she asked, because after all, she was someone I had loved before.

Within 10 minutes of entering my home, she was already in bed, chest-down, sideway-facing with her arms strewn on the side. I didn’t get a clear picture of what happened to her, but I did understand the choice of ‘wanting a break’.

(Jia Ying slurred) ‘can you get me some water? i think i will need it when i wake up.. ‘

‘Ok.’, I replied her, taking a deep breathe after.

No more than 5 minutes later, she was snoring, and I couldn’t be more relieved. As quietly as I could, I inflated a mattress and went to bed on it, having prepared her water and spare towels in the shower if she woke up before me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I felt a tug on my arm, followed by a harder pull to sit me upright before I was fully awake. Half-fumbling and half-confused, I was led to the bed and the familiar side-cuddle came upon my shoulder.

(Jia Ying whispered) ‘this is your bed.. you should sleep here.. ‘

With that said, I fell into a deeper sleep than earlier, more resistant to any ‘sleep’ fidgeting.

Once again, after an unknown amount of time, I felt some tugging in my loin, and it took me a good few minutes to fully sober up to a warm face kissing my neck.

‘Jiaying?’, I muttered.

‘ya?’

‘what are you doing?’

‘nothing?’

I felt the sheets moved away from my body, and hair touching my thighs, and a mouth enveloping my fully erect dick. I finally forced my eyes opened to see a brown-cover binder book on the floor a distance from the bed, and immediately understood why she did what she was doing. Somehow, she found the scrapbook that we once had, filled with pages of photos and receipts and ticket stubs to the places we have been and did.

Despite my distant emotions to whatever sexual favours she was doing, I couldn’t help but feel for the familiar sight of her smooth, bare back, and her head bobbing over my hips. I could tell that she had gained some skills, and it was enough to keep my morning wood as hard as it could get.

(She paused and asked) ‘are you still single?’

‘yes.. ‘

‘good.. ‘

She then pushed the sheets further away and climbed right over my dick, face still slightly flushed. I look a quick look at the clock and saw 0500, a good 10 more hours away from my working time. Without more words between us, she starting riding me, face partly blocked by the swaying hair hiding her slightly-excruciating expression. According to my memory, she was never this good, to the point that I had to hold her back multiple times. There was no condoms between us, just pure lust and perspiration slowly gathering on our bodies.

Midway, she collapsed on my chest and I knew it was time to take over. I rolled both our bodies onto her back and maintained a push-up position as I jerked my hips back and forth, slower than either of us wanted. I made sure to go as deep as my balls allowed, hold it inside her for a few good seconds, before making a fast exit. That torturous pace soon caused her legs to wrap around my back, and she tried harder and harder to push me back in.

Seeing her pleading look, I had to give in, and resumed a rhythmic but controllable pace in and out of her pussy. That familiar pair of hands then went cupped on my cheeks, passionately pulling me in for a kiss that we never broke free from. Our lips, tongues, went all out as my thrusts picked up speed, from tucking, to piling, to hammering.

Her body was getting jutted higher and higher as I rammed my dick mercilessly into her. She threw her arms onto the headboard to ease the bumping on the top of her head, and her mouth went into a voiceless screaming mode.

(She moaned) ‘I’M COMING! I’M COMING RIGHT NOW.. FUUUUUCCCKKKK!’

Her thighs let go of me and her knees went up and down and wide and closed, unable to find a good position as her vagina sealed my dick in a vacuum. I was too, nearing the end as she got immensely wetter. After a few more violent strokes, I yanked my dick out and aimed it on her belly, and that exhausted girl knew to hold it in her palm with her fingers around my dick. I was half-thrusting in her half-stroking hand when I finally released a huge load across her chest, squirting cum into her belly button and all over her fingers in our expended state.

She remained on her back as I towered over her on my weakened arms, and we smiled simultaneously at each other.

(She breathed) ‘I think you’ve grown bigger than last time.’

(I reciprocated) ‘And you’ve gotten better in every way.’

‘Tighter or loose?’

‘Definitely tighter, and better riding and sucking.. ‘

We took a few long minutes to tidy up, had a quick rinse of our bodies, and climbed straight back to bed.

(Jia Ying whispering by my side) ‘i’m not sleepy yet. but you have work later right?’

‘yeah.. ‘

(She asked) ‘can I suck you again? or do you want to sleep?’

(I chided) ‘what a lousy question.. who would turn down a blowjob?’

She gave me a cheeky smile and went on her knees between my legs, in a proper ‘meal time’ position this time. With my eyes closed, I was sucked and milked in the most erotic-then-turned-comforting blowjob. To both our surprise, my second load was as impressive as my first, as measured in her elated, puffed up cheek smile. After that, we slept until the sun came out.

Jia Ying stayed for a few more days before leaving, and returned after a week with an irresistible proposal. The reason she had ‘ran’ away from home was due to some problems with her fiancé, and that few days she was absent, she took that time to official broke things off. Without an immediate place to stay, she offered to do more ‘work’, while she get her future accommodations sorted out.

So for the last few days we found no need to be dressed in our own home, it has been hard to resist seeing each other naked. And the alternative kind of exercise sure beats using dumbbells on yoga mats.