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Ol’ Days

‘Stand still and?’

(I replied) ‘.. don’t make a sound.. ‘

I was just pleased to get that answer right despite what she was about to do to me, was totally wrong. At that age, I certainly did not know what was ‘that whole thing’ called, and to make matters worse, it made me felt good.

Within minutes of reaching that second-top-most floor where only one of the units were occupied, she had unbuttoned my school shorts, and lowered them to my ankles for me to stand in. My tiny underwear, went down to my knees and remained there, while she gave my weiner a ‘physical’.

Once she was satisfied with my cleanliness, she popped it into her mouth and did weird things to it, mostly using her tongue to swirl, prod, and tickle the tip which made me felt a little dazed. Whenever I looked down (at her), she was always eyeing me, some times in smiles, other times emotionless.

It didn’t take long for me to big and hard, giving her more area to drag her lips along. The wetter I was, the faster she was, the better I felt. My small body (back then) was too easy to hold up, in those instances where I swayed a little off balance.

She would keep moving her mouth up and down, sucking extra hard to make me groan, once in a while not stopping until I begged her to. Repeating that same up-down, in-out motion over and over again, I took about ten minutes to get that rush of energy, building up in my loin before something came forcefully out of the tip.

For one, I never saw what came out throughout the duration she was with us, and not once did she let any of it out her lips. Once done with me, she helped wore my pants back and we returned home, to homemade food I was always so famished for.

When there was no one home, she would take off her shorts and do the housework like that, in just a baggy, oversized shirt. Seeing her bare breasts was a daily occurence, no matter if there was anyone else.

After dinner, she would always help me with my homework, then massaging me through my shorts while she checked it. My mind, had accustomed ‘pleasure’, with the sexual motion of her hand stroking it up and down. Since more length would mean more surface area, it had became some sort of second nature to keep erected whenever she was nearby.

My parents, they would always go to bed first, partly due to my strange interest in the debate programme after ten o’clock news. And like how she has taken care of me wholeheartedly, she was right next to me, playing with my cock while I stayed engrossed.

At the end of the day, she brought me to bed and tucked me in, minus the lower parts of the blanket that she raised above my waist. From where I laid, I could really see much, but that was also part of the thrill, of ‘sensing’ everything instead of watching her.

She would place her palm near my mouth, for me to spit into, then combining it with her share, she would rub that warm mock tail over my boyhood while jerking it. Once I was hard as a rock, she popped it into her mouth again and sucked on it until I came.

I never had one sleepless night with her, and would always fall asleep before she left the room. In the morning, on days I didn’t have P.E., she would wake me up earlier than usual, to shower, clothe, and feed me.

Going back to that top-floor unit, she would meet her hometown friend, with their daughter in her friend’s hand. Right at that doorstep, my pants would be lowered in front of all of them, though I had long gotten over the embarrassment. Even that little girl, wasn’t shy to ‘do as they told’, playing with my willy until her helper took over.

Needless to say, the morning-load was always small, but clearly sufficient enough for them to giggle over. In return, I would touch her girl under the dress, hitting sweet spots she would have that mental struggle to push me away or pull me closer.

It wasn’t until when I attended the compulsory sex-ed in school, did I have any hesitation about what I had done all along. That piece of memory, was as bright as day as I faced my fourteen-year-old neighbour again. She too, had attended some classes on that.

After some awkward, back-and-forth stutter, we decided to just touch each other like usual, except that we kissed, and let our genitals did the ‘finger work’.

Over the few months our helpers were still with us, we spent most of the ten minutes we met daily morning, to resist ourselves from doing anything more. The furthest we had gone, was using our mouths. You know, to do some blowjobs and cunnilingus.

Once we were allowed to go to school on our own, we still met outside her door, to do the same things. About a month later, in our free time, we found the top-most floor to be completely vacant, like there were no flats there.

It became our new ‘playground’, at times getting completely naked to satisfy each other. That was also the place we took each other’s virginity, going all wild and uncontrollable the moment we had penetrative sex.

Now that we are together, that floor remained as our outdoor-sex venue, for times when both our parents were home. To think back about it, it was pretty crazy for two ten-year-olds to be doing adult stuff for over ten years, from our ‘illegal’ to ‘legal’ age.

Whom should we blame, or thank for this?

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Present Participle

Although you had always allowed, and even encouraged me to ‘go out’ with guys, I always have my reservations about what, or how you really feel about it. I may not completely understand the appeal of seeing your own girl sleep with other men, but I am no stranger to fantasies of having another man’s cock in my pussy.

Despite how many times I have tried to organise one, I found myself losing interest as quickly too, partly because you were indifferent about participating, though I really wanted you to. In my mind, I just have that ringing thought, or rather, ‘inspiration’, that – your birthday, somehow seemed to be a good, and appropriate time to do such a thing. You wanted ‘memorable’, right?

There was always someone I had in mind, and that person, was in a way, conflicting, yet, possibly helpful, if I can get myself in the right mind. A good analogy, would be something along the lines of psychotherapy, perhaps facing my own fears, or coming to terms with my past.

I guess I needed you to know, that a lot of things, history and emotions, went through my mind before I had even texted him, but I know how meaningless that (thinking about it) really is, and there was only one way to find out.

With all my courage, I dropped him a text, asking him if he wanted to meet, and relive the old days – one last time. At that point in time, I didn’t care if I appeared needy, scheming, or even weak, because I was really more interested in what was going through his mind.

(He replied) ‘Sure. Studio M?’

That hotel, was one we had visited before, and was pleasant enough that I had no reason not to say ‘no’ to. So, we further set a date and time, to see each other there, perhaps for our last time.

On the actual day, I showed up in that tight, black dress which never failed to get him hard, especially when it keeps riding up my butt. Upon meeting me, we gave each other a customary hug and proceeded upstairs, completely overwhelmed by the emotions we once had for each other.

In the lift, standing at such close proximity to him, there were frankly quite a number of things I wanted to do to him. First, a hard slap, then, a kiss that ends with a bite, then, more kissing to take away the pain, and lastly, a continuous, playful squeeze of his groin until we reached our floor.

But thankfully, we did none of that. He just kept his distance until I put my arm around his, officially breaking the ice for him to hold me by my waist.

Once we entered the hotel room, I pushed him into the toilet and pinned the door shut while I set my phone up for video-recording, only dashing off for a few seconds to reach a dark, discreet corner. When I finally let him out, my bra and thongs were folded and placed neatly on the table, instead of staying under my dress.

To be unfair, I didn’t give him any time to react and just dragged him to the study table after that, where I went on my knees, and began sucking him off in the most affectionate manner. Maintaining eye contact with his expressionless face, I couldn’t help but thanked you mentally, for being so engaging, responsive, and most importantly, appreciative of simple acts like sucking you off. Despite my senses being physically present in the same room as him, I could still hear your arousing, helpless groans as I executed the same maneuver for this other man to experience.

About fifteen minutes into the oral sex, I felt the familiar, micro-tremors in my mouth and we both knew exactly what was going to happen. I loosened my lips around his girth and continued pushing my lips as far down as I could go, midway fondling his balls until his hips buckled and filled my mouth full of cum. I was unsure if it was habitual, but I swallowed his load without hesitation, or flinching my eyes.

Once I was done ingesting his first load, I climb on top of him and pull my dress off, flashing my long-lost, G-cups for him to grope to his heart’s delight. Since I was straddling him, I could more or less, tell if he was ready. But for the time he wasn’t, I made sure to smother him with my lips, moaning and sighing in kisses as he played with my breasts.

In little time, I felt his bulge pushing itself into my lower-lips and I promptly plopped him inside. Three-seconds, was all I took before I progressed to the crazy-cowgirl ride, bouncing up and down hard on his cock. Spanking me like he used to do, I was just surprised to detect tiny, little gasps happening in my pussy. It was a mixed element of surprise, and pain, which didn’t feel bad at all.

Motivated by sheer pleasure and my dominance over him, I remained mostly tight for the whole ride, stretching his stamina out over fifteen minutes before he began convulsing again.

Seeing his pitiful, helpless face, I slammed my hips even harder over his cock and kept my eyes peeled as he took his last breath, before he sank into the sheets like a deflated balloon. Though the ‘air’ was just his cum pumping freely into my pussy.

Unlike in the past, I didn’t have to worry making a mess, or babies. You have ensured my safety for our sake. I dismounted him and went straight for my phone, while he laid there drained of any strength. I was so ready to send you our video once I finished connecting to the hotel’s WiFi.

(He asked) ‘Are you staying the night?’

No, I wouldn’t miss your birthday for anything in the world.

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Love, and Sex

Love, I don’t know if I told you this before, or have communicated this to you through other means, but I feel truly lucky to have you. Aside from being the perfect girlfriend, wife, and mother, you are, on a whole other level, a perfect lover.

I don’t know how you do it, or if you can also do this to another guy, but you have put me (multiple times) in such a relaxed state that I cannot think of another time that I was ever in such a mood.

You would always begin by placing both your lips at the tip of my cock, keeping them pressed together so ever gently, before you slide them very slowly downward. You would first go over the smooth, sensitive ‘big head’, then hit the vital, over-stimulating bump, before you let those lips slide down my engorged shaft. You would keep doing that over and over again, at first feeling the build-up of my stress and desperation, followed by the most liberating, exasperated sighs and heaves of relief.

Your hands too, are completely capable of pleasurable wonders even though you didn’t have much faith in them. There were times you covered me in so much saliva, or oil, and then used your hands to keep me ‘up’. Those times were so memorable, not because you seldom did it, but they reminded me of how careful you are that it felt like you were doing it for the first time – no matter how many times you did it.

I liked hearing your thoughts, or rather, your implied answers, whenever I spoke ‘dirty’ to you. To be fair, I wasn’t jealous of them, or worried that you did something for them that you didn’t do for me. You are, in every sexual ways, accommodating and flexible, so much so that I know every guy would fall victim to your magical hunger.

I asked about your exes, and sometimes flings, because I wanted to find out, or be sure, that they failed to appreciate you as you deserved. You have loved me so wholeheartedly, and even wildly, to the point that I must keep getting feedback to give you more than you have given me. Thus, I sometimes taunt you a little, delay your orgasms a little, so you can have it stronger when it comes.

And for the most wonderful gift you allowed, was your desire to have my cum inside of you, no matter where. I don’t know of any guys who would want otherwise, but your outgoing insistence on that was a huge ego-boost. Although I have not said this to anyone, but I can imagine how proud I would be if I can tell all the guys that my girl loves for me to cum inside her.

Jiggy-jiggy things aside, I like how clingy you are. In a way, you like us to be as intimate as we can, as situations allow. My hands on you, my lips on yours, my cock in you, what more can a man ask from their woman?

That’s why I used the word ‘lover’, because you loved me in every ways you know, sometimes even giving in to my demands you aren’t fully comfortable with.

I love you baby.

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The Hungry

‘I’m not wearing anything under the sweater and tights.’

Those very words, that Maeve has whispered into my ears on the ferry, were made more unbearable when she put my hand between her thighs, in the taxi, to show me how wet she already was. Skipping the unimportant details of checking in, I was so close to losing my mind when we were finally granted some privacy in our hotel room.

Like the well-prepared gentleman I was, it was just part of my routine to get everything in place, and both of us comfortable, before anything begins. But unlike me, Maeve was less bothered by my perspiration when she started ‘tearing’ at my shorts, stripping my bottoms off quicker than I could whip my camera out.

(Maeve asked) ‘Is it on?’

‘Ye.. Yes!’

At once, her mouth went straight over my cock and left me exasperated as my mind faded to a blank, half-worrying if she was still in the camera frame. Drifting in and out of sheer-pleasure, I struggled to put the camera on a tripod before my hands were finally free, to hold onto her double-plaids she had done specially for me.

Pulling on her hair with minimal force, Maeve did most of the work maintaining my europhic tremors, along with the breathless groans of relief on every slow, downward stroke. Combining that slippery, hot blowjob with a rhythmic, opposing handjob, she had perfectly replicated the sensation of her vagina, made better with the occasional mind-blowing suction on the dick head.

By the time she got tired, I was mostly drained of any life, but enough to keep an erection going. I was brought to the bed next, placed on my back, and before I knew it, she was already on top of me.

Sliding my saliva-coated cock haphazardly into her pussy, not a single second was wasted once she started riding me. Bouncing, rocking, and twerking her hips to her delight, I was really just writhing and squirming to the unbelievable ease of my cock slipping in and out of her.

My desperate groans and hoarse moans, seemed to only spur her on as she moved even faster, neglecting any sense of goodness that I should be feeling, in place for her inevitable, rightful reward.

In less than five minutes, I was so wasted that my mind was all over the place, made worse by my erection that was still going strong for her to ride her mind out on. When I was halfway into unconsciousness, I finally felt the orgasm coming and could do nothing else, but groan the warning call out loud before unloading my whole load, into the unsatiable girl who was still milking for more.

(Maeve asked) ‘Can I.. Cum with you.. Inside?’

My respond couldn’t matter when she was already rubbing one out herself, squeezing and pinching my expended member multiple times until she came on her own. Our sweaty bodies then laid close to each other for a long while before she filled the tub up, for me to rest in until I was ready to go again.

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Ultra-woman

I think we all know what a ‘sub’ is, being someone who is ‘obligated’ to, within reasonable limits, obey all instructions given by her ‘dom’. And I guess we also can imagine those couples dedicated enough to push themselves right up to the edge. Things like degradation, mild punishment, use of demeaning terms, won’t be too far off too.

But this girl, this short, small-sized undergrad with decently-proportionate bosoms and rumps, was clearly on another level. Although unverifiable, I could tell with high certainty that she must have gone through some shit – for me to write so extensively about her.

When we met for the first time, I had an understanding that it was an opportunity for us to hang out, spend some time together, and see if we could get along. Although I was properly dressed in t-shirt and jeans, I was still worried about ‘ruining her image’ if she had shown up in something classier.

It wasn’t until later when I recognised her from the crowded escalator, did my heart skipped a beat knowing that she would be more comfortable than me in a spaghetti top and high-waisted, FBT shorts.

The ‘date’ was honestly, unremarkable at best. We settled for dinner at McD, which can be quite novel depending on how you look at it, and had share some fun details on our lives before we went to catch a movie.

The movie we picked wasn’t anything hot or new, so everyone, or couples, was able to find some rows or corners to themselves. It was because of the sparse seating arrangement that we could continue talking, albeit in whispers while the show went on.

It couldn’t be helped when some scenes got too loud for us to hear even ourselves and so we would just turn our attention to the big screen until it was quiet again. Up till that point, I was pretty stoked to know that I could still be of interest to another human being. That was indeed, a good feeling.

As we went quieter and focused on the show, she coyly pulled up the armrest between us and leaned into my chest, tucking herself comfortably in. Since it was happening in the dark, I didn’t mind being of some use to her and held her close.

(She whispered) ‘Do you want me to suck you?’

(Confident that I had misheard her, I whispered my answer) ‘Sure.’

The next thing I know, she had undone my zipper and was whipping my cock out when I asked her to repeat her question again. And no, I didn’t hear her wrong. She gently pried my hand away and resumed unhiding my cock, fearlessly letting it stand tall while she bunned her hair up.

Within seconds, my cock was in her mouth and she was really good at it. Her tongue went all over the place and my toes never uncurled. Cramping inner thighs, clenched fists, gapping mouth, rolled eyes, toes curled, I could literally see flashes of black and white shooting within my fluttering eyes.

Her lips, although they didn’t move far from the base of my cock, delivered the most intense euphoria I ever experienced. Her swiping, sweeping tongue, tickled every inch of my skin that I wanted her there forever. She went at it tirelessly until I felt bad for her, and finally stopped her crazy onslaught of pleasure.

(She whispered) ‘Was it good?’

(I replied breathless) ‘Fucking good.. ‘

Out of courtesy, I asked if I could touch her and she just leaned back into her seat, adjusting the centrepiece of her shorts to one side for my access. We returned to our ‘normal’ sitting angle while I kept one hand over her pussy, rubbing and toying with her clit endlessly. Never once did she initiate or stop me from doing anything to her, and so it was only a matter of time before fingers started disappearing into her.

Without any signals from her, I just teased her until the bad guys were defeated, marking the end of the movie, and fun, for both of us. My wrinkled fingers came out of the light-headed, mesmerised-looking girl and we just laughed our earlier crazy ‘exchange’ off.

We chatted heartily all the way to her void deck where she then made a request for me to send her up. There was no way I would shy away from that, especially when it could be the last time I see her.

As soon as the lift door closed, she reached under her top and unclasped her bra, pulling it out with a sigh of relief. And to top that off, with five seconds left in the lift, she popped the golden question. Yes, her.

‘Can I suck you off properly this time?’

‘Ok. But am I allowed to please you too?’

‘Of course.’

We skipped so suspiciously happily to the stairwell and she freeed my bells and whistle again, ‘blowing’ on it as soon as it came into sight. Knowing that she didn’t have an upper time-limit, I kept my eyes on her every move to fully appreciate her effort, and at the same time learnt that she too, was closely monitoring my every physical response.

After five or so mind-blowing minutes, I helped her up and she politely asked what position I wanted her in.

‘Doggystyle.’

She leaned over the railing, stuck her ass out, and arched her back down. It was, from my perspective, the ideal, core-supported stance I could ever imagined. I took my spot behind her and slid my cock right into her juiced-up pussy, unleashing my monster in a steady, rhythmic pace.

(I groaned) ‘Why.. are you wet.. already?’

(She moaned) ‘I.. I just get wet when.. whenever I come in.. contact with a dick.. ‘

Her slippery vaginal walls were on one hand, a joy to shove my cock through, and on the other, unforgiving in over-stimulating the raw nerves on my dick head.

No more than five minutes later, I was grunting and writhing, only for her to assure me that it was ok. We slowed down to an awkward stop and she very gently led me to a wall, where I leaned on with my knees ‘half-bent’ at her request.

She then went on her knees the second time and took me into her mouth again. This time, she moved faster and harder, perfectly replicating the life-changing sensation of her pussy. To that, there were no better indicators than my ego-crushing orgasm, filled with loud gasps and desperate pleas to no one as my balls were vacuumed dry.

(While she panted) ‘You didn’t hold my head.’

‘No I didn’t. I wouldn’t know how to do it safely at your speed.’

A smile then broke across her face as she laid her gorgeous brown her down, pulling my hand along to join her (to sit) on the steps. It was at that location where she shared more of her sexual history, mainly exes whom weren’t afraid to break her in return for their ‘ultimate’ pleasure.

Public sex in cars, staircases, park benches, pavilions, void decks, cinemas, changing rooms, toilets, clubs, were no stranger to her. Getting slapped, punched, pinched, choked, whipped, tied up, peed on, doodled on, photographed, shamed, cuckold, loaned, swapped, were also not too uncommon for her.

By then, I was the one feeling so broken that I just held her in my arms for a long time, patting her back and kissing her forehead while repeatedly telling her that those days are over. I had no idea how my impromptu prep-talk went since we only remained as flings, until she met someone worth making love to.

It was the sex we had during our short fling, that showed me how broken she was, when she became the one requesting me to ‘rape’, ‘hurt’, and ‘berate’ her. Things did get better towards the end, but definitely not gone before we broke contact.

If you are reading this, I hope you are in a better place now.