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Taking a Breather

This is a non-sexual entry, and could well stir up some mixed feelings about erotica and pornography (but pornography mostly). Do not continue if you don’t care about what goes behind each professionally-produced porno flicks. It is going to sound a little disconnected once you start reading, and I would like to ask for your intelligence to fill up the gaps.

Firstly, I did not do any in-depth research about pornography, so nothing mentioned in this article should be taken as a scientific standpoint. This little post for ‘awareness’, is solely based on my, J’s, point of view and there WILL be parts where the purpose of my site contradicts what I write here. After all, it has been five years since I started, and my purpose (for this site) has changed throughout.

Pornography – is one of the biggest industry in the world, that is almost, if not, on the same level as drugs, illegal arms trade, gambling, prostitution. Dark and shady, impossible to eradicate, embracement is specifically based on needs and demands. Besides money, there seems to be nothing else of value.

After watching a TEDx talk (titled ‘Why I stopped watching porn’), pornography in other words, is ‘Filmed Prostitution’. I had to agree that it was nobody’s childhood dream to become a porn star, a career often linked to trouble and distress. The collective message from every porn made, purely depicts male dominance over women. (The previous sentence is one of many that you will need to let your intelligence tell you that female-over-male domination sex clips exist, but not enough to create an impact as big as male-over-female.)

So what does the industry defines as ‘sexual’? The answer is whatever men find arousing! And what exactly arouses? Now, that’s a question that has a million answer. Choking, seeing a woman or a child cry, rape, [insert your favourite fetish]. No doubt, more and more production companies (of porn) are moving away from hardcore or robotic old school style shag-and-shoot. No more of those low res, straight up sex and messy spray of bodily fluids. Taking advantage of HD cameras and artistic film making, they attempt to make ‘porn’ a little more ‘beautiful’. But the bottomline never changes.

Now for a brief coverage on the cinematic involved. Look at any clip in general, where is the moneyshot (before ejaculation happens)? Definitely not ‘how they end up there’, or ‘what did he say to her?’, but it is actually the single scene of penetration. That scene itself marks where the whole show starts. The male lead has to make sure he is angled correctly, without obstructing the camera, and the female, has to make sure she supports herself without messing her hair or make up. Then comes the close up, slow entry filled with moans before he was even deep enough. The penetration comes very quickly in any films, cutting out all the boring parts so you get the jizz before your erection dies. Do you find that sexy? Is that the definition of ‘chemistry’?

When we are alone, and have found time to reward our minds with an ‘unload’, what do we think about? For all of us, it’s always a short movie (in our heads) of meeting someone, talking to him/ her, the build up that will create a possible scenario leading up to sex. Yes, she might be quick to go down on you, but you know she is ready. He grabbed your boobs in surprise, but you already expected that. You convinced her or him within your means and that is worthy of an amazing orgasm. At least that’s how I fantasise when I ‘PCC’.

Once we started watching porn, a wall suddenly comes up around our creativity. We loses the ability to imagine. Pornographic scenes pop into minds and slowly kill our social responses and initiatives to get laid, or less crudely put it, to fall naturally into a relationship. Thirty minutes of hardcore sex video changes your perception of sex a little. And thirty minutes of that everyday.. just imagine what kind of damage you are doing to yourself willingly. Slowly, we turn into aggressive actors of our own sex lives.

What takes place in porn, we will never know how much of it is reenacted in the confines of the bedroom. No one ever talks about it. The aggression, the reluctance of a partner to do what a porn star did, the discomfort that the on-screen actors showed none of. We never considered about what porn did to couples and families, young children aside. We never had data about people being coerced into playing the roles of porn actors. Simply because sex is an intimate activity behind closed doors.

Suddenly, young teenagers desired to be loved, turned awry by appearing like porn stars, just that they are clothed. To appeal visually is their first step to get love. Quite the irony huh? It just frightens me to think that in the future, my kids might just turn out that way.

Whatever we search on porn sites, will put one film maker out there looking for what you searched for. No bullshit. I do that here too, I follow trending search terms and recalls or fantasise about it. Sometimes, the interest is just a piece of clothing, but most of the time, it is a category of pornography on its own – rape, incest, drugged, underaged.

What about here, on Phantacee? Isn’t J doing all he said above? When I started collecting data about commonly used sex terms, it was Google I referred to. Human anatomy, psychological responses, chemicals responsible for pleasure, sexual positions, even the basic characteristics of men and women. Yes, I am a consumer of porn, heck, I even recommended a few here. But they are never a mean to jerk myself off. Those close up medical-equivalent shots of genitals never helped in anyway.

People might classify my site as a pornographic site at the first look, with detailed depictions of men and women engaging in primal acts. But deep down, we know what missionary and doggy style is, and I could totally swap that intense, steamy section with inserts like [missionary happens], [banging doggy style], [5 mins blowjob] and my stories would still get you hard, or wet. Our minds has too many images of sexual positions.

But for the x numbers of readers, that is you guys and girls, I believe it is the plot you are here for. The meeting, the conversations, the situations that led to sex. Then the aftermath, the clean up processes, and the most important part, the psychological impact.

Can I proudly announce here? That not one single human being is harmed in the process of writing. Not one single human being is subjected to abuse, physically or mentally, with every story published. Everything on my site is treated as one or more of the following; knowledge, entertainment, lifehacks, a medium to understand the mind of a writer.

How many of you felt no need to get yourselves off after reading my stories? Or are there more people inclined to masturbate after reading?

Well, after saying all the above, something in me tells me that nothing is going to change. People will still watch porn, I will still be churning stories, and exploring a possible venture into sales of sex toys as well.

J writes stories in his free time away from work, and gets paid S$0 for his efforts here. If you would like to show your appreciation through a small donation or a simple meal, feel free to contact him through here.

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Cumming Home

Lazing on the couch after I’ve woken up, it was such a cold day that I did not feel like doing anything at all. The shows on the TV was boring as hell and my iPad was the only thing that provided me with entertainment. After an hour of drowsy gameplay, my housemate came home and she walked clumsily onto the empty spot of the sofa, carelessly dropping her bag. I went to her and held her up while leading her back to her room. Lydia had been living in my apartment for half a year now, and I still couldn’t get wind of what she was working as, only knowing that she would leave house at night and only return in the morning.

I brought her to her room and fetched a glass of warm water for her, unable to smell any alcohol, just the same perfume she wore out the previous night. After she was done with the glass of water, I tucked her under the blankets and made sure everything was tidy, before turning to leave the room.

The drunk-looking girl suddenly pulled my arm and stopped me, bringing me down onto her body. With my face right in front of her, the tear stain down her cheeks seemed so much more obvious.

Me: ‘Are you alright? Don’t cry k?’

The beautifully make-up face did not utter a word but held me close, hugging me in an attempt to feel wanted again. Then in a sobbing voice, she breathed a few times of hot air into my ears before speaking in a tired tone.

Lydia: ‘After all these months, you are the one who would be there for me when I need.’
Me: ‘Well, you said I was the only friend you have in Singapore. Haven’t you been meeting your old school mates?’
Lydia: ‘My girlfriends have been avoiding me while my male friends just see me as a girl gone wild, approaching me only to hope I sleep with them.’
Me: ‘Such things do happen when you’re overseas for such a long time. People change.’
Lydia: ‘I just want someone to be there for me. I don’t want to be alone anymore.’
Me: ‘You’re never alone.’

She thanked me in a accidental sexual voice and pulled the blanket away, leaving her low cut V neck cleavage in my view.

Lydia: ‘Help me undo my bra?’

I was about to reach behind her back when she held my hands, giving me a mesmerising stare.

Lydia (whispering): ‘The hook is in front.’

Since she said that, I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms and examined the lacy silicon bra with a gold-plated lock between. I tugged at the cups to free her breasts and she grabbed me closer to her, kissing my lips with life. I remained seated next to her but was leaning down over her soft boobs, letting her tongue summon the devil in me. Our wet tongues kept brushing across each others’ and her hands quickly removed my shirt, while my hands slowly went back to her breasts and tuned her nipples.

Me: ‘I can’t be your boyfriend you know? You deserve someone better.’
Lydia: ‘I don’t care about better. I just want to thank you for being there for me.’

She pressed my head to direct my lips to her nipples, where I sucked and licked them until they were wet with my saliva. As I was busy with my mouth, she asked me to strip naked and I did so, without stopping the nipple-play. Her free hands lowered her dress all the way to her feet and she held onto my dick gently, playing with it as redness painted across her cheeks.

Lydia: ‘Lie on the bed. Let me service you.’

The excitement made me jump into the bed next to her and she leaned on my chest, listening to my heartbeat for a minute or so. After that, she brought her head to my groin and the sensation of her warm mouth covered my little head. The cute probing of her tongue around my tip was unbearably arousing, and she knew I had been longing for this moment too. Flashbacks of the sweet looking girl walking around the house in just a long t-shirt, sometimes translucent, but mostly braless, flooded my head. The day-to-day visual teasing was completed with the openness of her attitude, hanging out with me and getting so close as though I was her guy.

That was what a girl would pick up when she had spent three years overseas studying. Her speed picked up shortly after and my rod was thrusting in and out of her face, driving me crazy with moans that urged her to go further. Once pre-cum was flowing much faster, she stopped the intense oral sex and held my shoulder.

Lydia (sensually): ‘Will you make love to me?’

My action of climbing between her legs gave her the answer and she held my rod in place, aimed at her pussy. I let myself in and a pee-like shiver was seen running through her body.

Me: ‘Like it?’

Lydia: ‘It has been years since I had a dick inside me.. and yours fit perfectly.’

Hearing how pleased she was, I did not make her wait anymore and thrust my hips in long and slow strokes, slowing down the one-day love affair we just started. Her body was responding well to the gentle fuck by her abs rising and lowering with my thrusts. Her opened eyes kept themselves on my face, watching my expression while she squeezed her vaginal muscles. For someone who usually cum before it was time, I found the confidence to deliver my goods at the right moment this time.

Lydia (whispering): ‘Faster?’

I picked up my pace and the wet, slopping sounds came from our privates. The girl’s head was tilted upwards and moaning sexily, with her hands on my forearms gripping tightly at times. Suddenly, she looked at me innocently and told me she was cumming. I kept my tempo steady and went on, until her body trembled in the cutest, small move ever. Her legs went around my waist to keep my inside while the orgasm overtook her body.

Panting hard, she had shown me the look that she enjoyed it a lot. I could only smile at the happier girl and she relaxed her legs to let me continue.

Lydia (whispering): ‘Shall we go wild this time?’
Me: ‘But I don’t know if I can last long if we go faster.’
Lydia: ‘It’s okay. I’ve gotten what I need.’

I placed her bolster under her hips and raised it so I could do her while kneeling. Once we were in position, I began ramming harder into her, making sure to go as deep as I could. Her relaxed pussy made my life easier by not being so tight, and I just kept going. The second orgasm hit her hard and I did not let her legs stop me. I grabbed her waist and kept tugging her pussy over my rod, jerking her so hard that another orgasm came right after.

Lydia: ‘Oh my god.. you’re making me crazy.’
Me: ‘That’s the whole point right?’

Her legs got stronger and this time, she stopped me after she recovered. We flipped over to let her ride me and her dance classes she took during her studies abroad was put into use. Her belly-dance ground me in high speed and my dick, which was constantly pushing against the underside of her pussy, was overwhelming me with sensitivity. The stimulation on her g-spot threw her into a frenzy as she continued going even in the midst of a climax.

Me: ‘Lydia, I can’t take it anymore! It’s too sensitive.’

She climbed off me and wore a loose white singlet, bringing me to the kitchen, where the opened windows offered no protection. My naked body stood behind her as she raised her shirt up, tugging hard on my dick at her pussy. I guided myself in and rammed her so hard that it shook the grills. Her perfectly arched back still managed to achieve the maximum depth I could reach and as I pounded her harder, her knees gave way and we found ourselves doggie-ing on the kitchen floor.

Me: ‘I’m cumming now.’
Lydia: ‘Don’t shoot yet. Not inside me.’

I yanked my raw and swollen dick out of her and she ran into the living room, standing in front of the sofa. I took my seat on the couch and she kneeled before me, like how a concubine would serve her king. Her head went over my rod and took it right into her mouth, slurping on it without wasting any time. The shoving of her head at my groin totally made me weak as I felt the load building up in my balls.

I gave an *arghh* as my cum fired through my barrel, pumping furiously on its own to channel the load into her mouth. The girl kept ramming her lips down my shaft and it further sucked everything out of me, giving me no chance to recover before my oversensitive tip lost control. As much as I was begging her to stop, she continued sucking me and mouth fucking me. I had no choice but to keep my hands holding onto the headrest, while my body prepared for the next round.

The growth in my groin came after minute and she just kept going, as though she was trying to kill me. The playful hands on my balls did not help either and I just kept shivering to her domination. It was only five minutes later, where I finally gave up and pinned her head into my balls, thrusting a few times before the second wave fired into her mouth.

The gagging girl did not fight my forceful hands and just swallowed, giving me a feel of my dick down her throat. Only then did she remove her mouth from my dick, which was totally confused from what it just went through.

She stood up and sat over my lap, held my face in her hands and kissed.

Lydia: ‘You like it?’
Me: ‘Yeah. But it’s sore now.’
Lydia: ‘Aww.. ‘

She reached behind her butt for my dick and fondled with it, massaging it to help me get well. We sat in that position for some time while my mouth went to her nipples to relieve the pain she just went through. That night, we made dinner together while she wore the same loose top without any underwear, and I was asked to only wear my top. Once dinner was finished, we did a quick workout on the dining table so we could have dessert. This time, I licked her pussy so hard that she came into my mouth, quenching my thirst (for her). She then sat on the chair around the table and I got on the table top, letting her suck me off till the measly drops of cum came to sweeten her night.

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Two Weeks

After two whole weeks of wearing the chastity belt, the desire to have her pussy filled with her boyfriend’s dick was growing like a drug addiction. Doreen had to squeeze a pad between the strap where her pussy was constantly rubbing against, to keep her juices from leaking. Her boyfriend, Ryan, was just enlisted into the Army and she had confidently assured him that she would not cheat on him by wearing that belt. Now that he was about to book out for the first time in weeks, her heart had been racing to quickly get her sexual needs satisfied.

The buses ferrying the recruits finally arrived and she waved excitedly at his green uniformed boy, who was looking out for her as well. The outfit of a red bustier tube top with a loose black flare skirt attracted the army boys’ attention but she was only interested in one. Ryan bided his campmates goodbye and walked towards Doreen, who had jumped into her arms, whispering that she had been so horny for him the whole day.

In her wallet was some extra cash he had put with her during the two weeks, but on her mind was the plan to check into a hotel for some wild sex with him. They went to his place shortly after to get him out of the uniform, before they left house in a hurry, cabbing towards one of the many hotels at Geylang. In the quickest possible manner, one of the spacious rooms was booked and they checked in, frenching each other the moment the door shut on them.

Ryan: ‘Can you shower first? I want to unlock the belt together with you on the bed.’

Without hesitation, she went for the bathroom and spent some time inside, while Ryan stealthily set up two pin hole cameras, and dialled one of his buddy’s contact on Skype.

Ryan (Skype): ‘Come in when I ask you guys to.’

The phone was left on and he laid on the bed, waiting for Doreen to finish. A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom with just a towel around her chest and she joined him on the bed, dropping the towel onto the carpet beside.

Ryan: ‘Lie down and put this over your eyes. I’m going to unwrap my present now.’

He took the few seconds when his girlfriend was tying the blindfold to send a text to his two friends, asking them to wait at their door. After she was prepared, he unlocked the door and ran back to her, unlocking the belt that contained her deprived raging hormones. The two guys stepped into the room quietly and removed their shorts, taking their positions beside the bed and Doreen.

As soon as Ryan clicked his fingers, they moved to pin her arms down, and Ryan’s hand went to her pussy to rub on her clit.

Doreen (screaming): ‘Dear! What is happening! Who is holding me down?’

Ryan: ‘Shhh.. just two of my friends whom I asked to help.’

She struggled to free her arms but was helpless against the strong hands holding her down. As Ryan continued to tease her clit, the strength to fight was slowly drained away, leaving her begging for him not to let them do anything to her. The guys picked up their belts and tied her hands together, securing it to another belt around the bed frame to keep her still.

Once she was restrained, Ryan pushed her knees upwards and positioned himself at her pussy. Giving his dick a coat of his saliva, he impatiently drove his cock in and began thrusting, sending Doreen screaming with pleasure as her body approved the forceful thrusts. The men had climbed onto the bed and one of them took her hand to his dick, making her stroke him while the other placed his manhood at her mouth.

Ryan: ‘Open your mouth and take it in. Help my friends out too.’

At first, she did not listen, but the pounding from her boyfriend finally broke her silence and she opened her mouth, giving the guy his chance to shove his dick in. Doreen’s head did not have much space to move, not when her arms were over her head. So she quietly let his friend mouth fuck her, while the horny side of her slowly gave in to suck on his pee hole.

Only working her mouth for a few minutes, she was made to turn to the other side for the other guy, who was much larger and she blew him like a horny slut, engaging in a 4p that her body had secretly wanted.

Soon, Ryan’s hips got tired from the fast paced sex and he waddled his way over her stomach, stopping his dick a few inches from her face.

Ryan: ‘Suck me baby, I’m in front of your mouth now.’

She stopped playing with the dick in her mouth and switched to her boyfriend, feeling more comfortable with the size she was used to sucking. The guys beside her had disappeared from her sides and went over to her pussy, where one guy pinned her thighs painfully by her sides, spreading her wide. His dick then pierced into her unexpecting cunt and rammed furiously, giving her no chance to ask for forgiveness.

The guy was clearly starved of sex when he pounded her, cause it was delivering some of the hardest orgasms she had. At the speed he went, Doreen was letting Ryan fuck her mouth faster as the slight suffocation amplified the climax her body was constantly shivering to. The other guy was heard disturbing his busy friend until her pussy had a chance for a rest. But not for long after the third guy stuck his rod in, thrusting in hyper speed at Ryan’s girlfriend.

Guy2: ‘Oh god! She’s so tight!’

Ryan: ‘Shut up and fuck. Don’t need you to comment.’

Laughters were heard in the background and Ryan got off her body. In under ten seconds, two mouths went over her nipples and sucked on her firm cups, making her body sensitive with the triple tease.

Guy2: ‘I’m cumming!’

Ryan: ‘Shoot inside, she’s on the pill.’

Doreen (pleading): ‘No no.. please dear.. don’t let him.. ‘

The gush of warm liquid filled her womb up and she knew it was too late. The unknown guy’s cum kept pumping her full and she felt dirty yet hornier at the same time. Something inside her knew her boyfriend would be the last to cum, and the extra wetness would help him go super fast.

With some tinkering of the straps on her wrists, she was flipped over to doggie and the larger dick found its way into her again. Her waist was held firmly and the banging resumed on her ass. The extended dick tore its way into the untouched region of her pussy and she came immediately, pushing the guy to his limit with her contracting cunt.

Guy: ‘She’s really tight bro. I won’t last long.’

Ryan: ‘Just finish it and then it’s my turn.’

He rammed her so hard that her head hit against the headboard, and the waves of pleasure echoing through her body was so intense that she could not make anymore sounds, except to open her mouth wide.

Doreen: ‘Dear, let me suck you.’

Ryan knelt in front of her head and she found his dick without seeing. With the pounding at her rear, the momentum was in the guy’s hands and Ryan simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the automated blowjob.

At last, a groan from the dick inside her pussy came and he pulled her waist down hard over his groin, flushing his cum into her while he squeezed her breasts. It had taken him a full minute before he was done, and the exit from her cunt accidentally dirtied the sheets.

The guys wore their clothes back while Ryan untied his girl’s hands, but kept her sucking him until they left the room.

Ryan: ‘Don’t take the blindfold off first.’

He led her to lie on the bed before he pierced her in missionary, before pulling those cloths off her eyes.

Doreen: ‘Who are they?’

Ryan: ‘My camp mates. Don’t talk anymore, let’s finish and clean ourselves up k?’

The change in atmosphere calmed the sex-hyped girl down and she hugged him closely, while his hips sank his rod in and out of her. They kissed passionately while their genitals kept thrusting, until Doreen began squeezing her pussy tight.

The change in Ryan’s expression pleased her to know that he loved her work, and he went faster, without holding himself back. He placed her legs over his shoulders and pounded her ass hard, reaching so deep that some of the cum got forced out.

Ryan: ‘Baby, I’m cumming now.’

Doreen placed her hands on his ribs and pulled him slightly, making him go faster until he reached his maximum speed. The hot streams of cum sprayed into her, hotter and in bigger volume than the other two guys. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him inside, not letting him go until his dick started shrinking.

They disconnected from each other and a thick spat of cum dribbled out of her pussy, onto the towel Ryan quickly snatched from the floor.

Doreen: ‘It’s so much coming out.’

Ryan: ‘I know. It’s beautiful.’

Doreen: ‘Really? You don’t mind?’

Ryan: ‘No, I love it, especially when you enjoy it that much.’

He picked her up and went into the showers, giving her a thorough clean up and she did the same for her, sucking him to clear his chamber, and at the same time going for another round of deep throat. The second load exhausted him and they went to bed in that early afternoon, cuddled up in each other’s’ arms.

Doreen (whispering): ‘Will you bring another two friends the next time? Or will it be them again?’

Ryan (whispering): ‘What do you prefer?’

Doreen (whispering): ‘Sam is in your bunk too right? I can ask his girlfriend if she wants to join us, she’s my secondary school friend.’

Ryan (excitedly): ‘So it will be a foursome but with two couples?’

The cute nod from her answered his question and thoughts of fucking his buddy’s girlfriend stirred him hard again. It’s a fair trade after all, cause Sam would be having Doreen in exchange too. That weekend was filled with non-stop rounds of sex and just before he left for camp, she had put on the chastity belt again, saving her pussy for him (and his buddy) to enjoy the next week.

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Under Her Dress

Donned in her short black dress, her alluring legs were tempting me to just grab her waist down on my dick if there wasn’t anything under. But such a innocent lady like her would definitely protect her modesty from such minds like mine. We strolled through the wavy paths of the park leading to her place, and time was running out for me to break this girl in. The straps across her shoulders complimented her fair complexion and the boney structure showed me how thin she actually was. I had never seen her in a dress, but this one time she wore it, was sufficient to inspire the darker side of me.

Just in time as we walked passed a pavilion, her phone dropped onto the grass patch and she conveniently bent over to pick it up, allowing the laced knickers under her dress to greet me. Well, the shortness of the dress did seemed shorter after the upskirt, but what really turned me on was the pair of shorts-like protective knickers. It wasn’t skin tight, and appeared to be more of a pair of shorts than undergarment.

Casually, she turned to see if I was still behind, and I smiled at her.

Me: ‘Do you need to go home before a specific time?’

Her: ‘Nope. I was about to ask you that too.’

Me: ‘That pavilion?’

Her: ‘Okay.’

We walked over to the shelter and the single LED lamp provided an ambience so soothing and sensual, especially the warm yellow lights that bounced off her smooth skin.

Her: ‘I have something to tell you.’

Me: ‘Go on. Don’t scare me with any surprises k?’

Her face was turned towards her own hands on her lap as she blurted the secret she had been keeping, and to be frank, my heart was pounding real fast after she had something to say.

Her: ‘I.. actually liked you, but you’re my best friend’s boyfriend. So I didn’t dare to say anything.’

Well, she had asked me out that night cause I had an unexpected day off for an urgent meeting at the management level. Coincidentally, we were in contact to solve some of her laptop’s issues and we met up so she could thank me over a dinner. It was so last minute and sounded so casual that my t-shirt and shorts attire did no justice to her elegant outfit.

Me: ‘Is that why you wear this nice for a dinner at a shopping mall?’

Her: ‘Part of it?’ I wanted to know if this dress looked nice too.’

The shy lady sat closer to me and rested her head on my shoulders, while ‘accidentally’ showing her cleavage to me. I simply placed my arm around her waist and held her, as she kept her eyes on my shorts. Pervertedly, I moved my arm to her neck, and massaged her so she would feel more.. tempted – hopefully. My hand then slid down her collarbone, and poked my fingertips into her dress, pressing lightly onto her breast.

Me: ‘You know we can’t be together right?’

Her: ‘I know. But I don’t mind sharing even just for a moment. I want to know how she feels.’

I was still trying to figure out if she meant how her best friend (also my girlfriend) felt while I was inside, or being together with me. Still having no resistance to my naughty hand, I pushed my way into her top and felt the silky, soft padding holding her boobs. It went over my fingers and my hand was over her left breast, with her nipples between my digits.

From where I was, I couldn’t see her face and guessed she would be too shy to look at me too. As I fondled her nipple, her hand moved to my shorts and felt the bulge in her palm. I shifted to the other side of her chest and she slipped her hand under my shirt, wriggling her way into my pants. Expectedly, her manicured nails touched my manhood and it twitched excitedly. It was the thought of an innocent and ‘untouched’ girl advancing on me that was making me so crazy about the whole thing.

Right after her fingers went around my rod, I adjusted my position to let my other hand go under her dress, where her safety shorts protected.

Her: ‘You want me to remove it?’

Me: ‘Is it convenient?’

Her: ‘I don’t mind.’

She pulled the loose shorts off and placed it into her bag, before resuming with stroking me and giving my hand the space to come in contact with her privates. Right as I was about to probe down her slit to her clit, she gave the surrounding a quick glance, and raised one of her feet to the seat. Though it was still cramped between her legs, I could not care anymore and just went for her clit, rubbing it slowly so as not to disrupt her pace. There was something to check before I stuck my fingers up the wrong place.

Me: ‘Have you ever fingered yourself?’

Her: ‘Everytime I think of you.’

My hard on became harder from her reply and she felt it thickening slightly, before pulling the waistband wide to let it out into the earthly smelling fresh air. The petite girl’s head went down my chest and let a small amount of saliva drop over it, before pumping it with her hand faster.

Me: ‘Do you want to help me shoot?’

Her: ‘Yupp.’

A handjob is better than none right? I shoved one of my fingers into her and a tight grip on my arm signalled me to slow down. I went at low speed, pushing my fingers in and out of her, and felt her pussy tightening around me.

Her (whispering): ‘You can go faster if you want.’

Of course, I rammed my hand into her faster and she responded by opening and closing her thighs. I messed up the tempo she had on my dick but I was determined to give her an orgasm before anything else. Sinking two fingers into her pussy, I went at my fastest till her head fell backwards and both her feet went onto the seat, widened. A few minutes later, she abruptly hugged me and a slight shiver went through her body, while juices leaked calmly out of her lovely slit.

Her (whispering): ‘I like it when it flows down your fingers.’

Me: ‘Did you do this with your ex too?’

A sense of guilt overcame her and she nodded, but quickly adding on that he was more concerned about ejaculating and only helped her after he had unloaded. True or not, it didn’t matter to me, cause he was the past. I had won her heart and perhaps her body with this move and my slow moving fingers kept her jerking me.

Her (whispering): ‘I want you inside me. Can?’

Me: ‘But you’re supposed to save it for your boyfriend, or future husband.’

Her: ‘I don’t mind giving it to you. I won’t regret.’

Me: ‘You sure you want it?’

The determined face nodded and I made her stand, between my opened feet. She peeled her dress upwards and sat over my raw dick with her legs together, leaving the guidance to me. I held my rod upright to let it in and her pair of hands on my knees grabbed tightly. Her pussy was wet enough, but I was already at my maximum length, so it would definitely hurt. She did not take any breaks and just lowered herself until her butt was on me.

Me: ‘Why don’t you stand? I’ll do the work.’

She stood up with me and I turned her over to the seats, so she could rest her body on her arms. Once I tided her dress to cover up our interconnected genitals, I began moving gently at her, giving her time to accommodate my size. She groaned softly, while her pussy stretched and remained at that width as I pumped.

Soon, whispers of ‘faster’ came from her and I picked up speed, moving in small motions, keeping most of my shaft inside her. The virgin hole was definitely small and suffocating, but her attempts to relax paid off and I could last much longer. Although we were doing it in a public park, the high concrete backrest hid us well and any passer-by would be spotted before they could see us in the dim pavilion.

Thrusting faster, the petite girl was trying her best to keep quiet, but moans were still coming from her. In under five, another stream of wetness coated my balls and I knew she came. There was no change in tightness as she was already squeezing me so hard, and I just kept going. This was a time when minutes felt like hours, often suspecting that we had been spotted. She was already urging me to hurry, since it was getting late.

I listened to her commands and went in longer strokes, triggering an orgasm that lasted for the last lap of my race. With a non-stop flowing pussy, the extra lubrication was easing the strokes and I used it to my advantage, driving my rod so deep and hard into her that her knees had to rest on the seats instead of standing.

After another three minutes, my dick was screaming all the warnings into my head and I slowed down, enough to let her know that the delivery was arriving.

Her: ‘Shooting?’

Me: ‘Yeah.’

Her: ‘Take it out? I’ll help you shoot, just not inside me.’

I stepped away and she tapped on the wooden seats. I took my spot and she shifted away from me, lying her sides and facing my dick. She took my dick into her mouth and pressed her lips together, gracefully gliding her mouth up and down my rod. I laid back and enjoyed the view of the untrained girl sucking me off, until my load came knocking at the pee hole.

Me (whispering): ‘Shooting!’

She sank her mouth deep twice and held my hood between her lips, pumping with her hand for the last stroke. It finally came and I exploded into her mouth, giving me one of the most intense cumshot ever that kept my rod pumping despite being empty. Her mouth filled up quickly and she took another few trips along my shaft, before removing her mouth from my wasted rod.

Giving her lips a tongue lick (pushing a little of her tongue out between her lips), she gulped without a flinch of an eyelid and tucked herself into my arms after. A simple tug of my waistband hid my ‘childhood’ (cause the man had became small) and she raised one of her feet to the seat, hand disappearing under her dress.

Me: ‘Still horny?’

Her: ‘Just a little sore.’

We hugged for a while more without kissing once and she had to leave for home. A quick pat of her dress straightened everything and I picked up our belongings, ready to split for the night.

Her: ‘Thanks for tonight.’

Me: ‘I should be the one thanking you. I enjoyed myself a lot.’

Her: ‘Me too. Let me know when you want to meet again?’

Me: ‘Yupp.’

She reached into her bag and took her knickers out, giving her pussy a wipe in an unglamorous manner under her skirt and handed it to me.

Her: ‘Use it when she and I are not free to help you?’

I took it with thanks and we parted under the stars, leaving me a small gift which was made dirtier the moment I reached home, using the thoughts earlier to truly tire myself out for a good night’s sleep.

Her (Whatsapp): ‘I masturbated again thinking of you.’

Me (Whatsapp): ‘So did I. :)’

And that was how an underground relationship came about.