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My Best Friend 2

This is part two to a story submitted by a fellow reader/ writer, who has been nice to pen his experiences down and allow me to post it on my site. Guys, do drop any comments below to let him know how you guys feel after reading both stories and what turns you on the most. Ladies, I’m sure he would love to hear from you girls too! Have a good time reading, I assure you it could almost happen to you if you were at the right place and at the right time.

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Part 1 | Part 2

In the earlier story, you guys read about how I had sex with Claire, one of my best friends. This second segment is my experience with my other best friend, Joanna.

Joanna is always known by all of us as the ‘blur’ one. She often got confused easily and could not catch on to the jokes we made sometimes, especially the dirty ones. Me and Claire used to laugh at her expression as she struggled to understand these jokes. When either one of us would explain to her, she would say ‘Oh!’ very loudly, proceed to slap the shoulder of the person who explained it to her and would go red in the face. This was a very comical reaction and we all had a good laugh every time she did that.

With time, Joanna also became experienced in her own way and soon, she was telling us about her sexual escapades. Naturally my imagination would fire up and I would imagine her fucking me instead. Joanna used to club extensively at one point of her life and thus, she had no lack of sex and causal partners. But I was always well-behaved, till one night…

I had set out to meet Joanna for drinks at a pub. I normally don’t drink so I would send Joanna home after she got tipsy. Believe it or not, although I wanted to sleep with her, I never once took advantage of her when she was drunk or tipsy, as I believe that sex has to be enjoyed by both parties. So there I was, walking into a pub, looking around for Joanna when I saw her already seated at a table.

Fuck. She was wearing what seemed to be only a very long shirt as a top and it flaunted her perfectly toned legs. Joanna is a runner and also plays various sports, hence she had very beautiful legs that I was gazing at through a glass table. She had already started drinking and was on her second bottle of beer that night. Joanna is an excellent drinker and can really hold her alcohol, so I wasn’t too worried. As we talked, I tried to discreetly peep through the glass to perhaps catch a glimpse of something more, but she always sat properly and thus I was denied the opportunity.

‘Excuse me Randy, I need to go to the washroom’ she said as she stood up to make her way to the washroom. As her legs parted slightly, I caught a brief glimpse of her black panties. Score! I was aware that I was becoming hard and I thought ‘Why did she have to dress like that? She knows that I have a very high sex drive, is she trying to make me do something inappropriate?’ Joanna came back then, taking her seat and flashing her panties at me briefly before she closed her lovely legs. I took a deep breath and focused on our conversation. Soon, our conversation turned to sex.

Me: So, how has your sex life been? Any particularly memorable guys recently?

Joanna: Haha, actually I did have sex recently but it was kind of disappointing..the guy could not get his stuff up despite my best efforts and when he did, I could not feel anything despite the fact that he said he already put it in.

Both of us burst out laughing at this point

Me: Aww, that’s too bad. You should try sleeping with me, I guarantee you’d enjoy it

Joanna: Wow, you really have so much confidence in yourself?

Me: Well, I deliver regular and punctual orgasms

Joanna: Haha. Good for you. Too bad I don’t sleep with friends.

This continued for some time, as we changed topics. Every time I steered the topic back to sex, I could tell that Joanna was getting more and more interested in it. She had also began to get a little tipsy and she began to unconsciously spread her legs slightly, making it difficult for me to focus on the conversation at hand.

Joanna: We can’t seem to stop talking about sex, huh? Are you really that turned on?

Me: Of course! I’m ready to go anytime, anywhere. All you gotta do is say yes.

Joanna: We’ll see about that. Haha. Excuse me I need to go make a call.

And with that, Joanna left the restaurant. I presumed she would be back in about 10mins and when she didn’t show up after 20mins, I started to get worried as the pub was located along a pretty deserted stretch of road. God forbid, something could have happened to her. I went out to look for her and I saw her standing next to a car.

Me: Hey Joanna!

Joanna turned around and to my surprise, she looked pretty red in the face.

Me: Is everything okay? You didn’t come back in so I got worried.

Joanna: Yeah it’s all good..sigh.

Me: Hey, whats up? You can talk to me. I said, putting my arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

Joanna: Okay, well the thing is..I got horny after our conversation and I’ve been trying to call a guy I normally have sex with, but I think he’s asleep!

When I heard that, I swallowed. Now was the opportunity to ask, to gamble for it.

Me: Joanna, how about..we do it?

Joanna: Do what? Have sex? No way, I told you I won’t sleep with my good friends.

But she didn’t seem so sure of herself this time and I pressed on.

Me: Look, it’s really simple. It’s just sex, something which I know both you and I want very badly right now. So why can’t we help each other out? And besides, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve… kinda slept with Claire.

Joanna: Seriously? Wow, your sex drive is really out of control!

She turned away from me and faced the car, as if it would drive me away. I hesitated before I stepped forward and embraced her from behind, one hand undoing the last button on her shirt.

Joanna: Hey, what are you doing? Stop, we can’t do this..

But she was not putting up much of a struggle

Me (whispering into her ear): Just trust me, alright? We both want this and I know I can make up for that unsatisfactory experience you just had.

I said, as my hand slid into her panties and slowly begin to finger her moist pussy. I felt for her clitoris and when I found it, I used my middle finger to slowly rub it in circles, causing her to moan and lean back onto me, her small tight ass making contact with my hardening dick. Her hands slipped behind and freed my aching dick from my pants.

Joanna: Mmm, you are really long..

Me: Tell me you want my dick in your pussy.

Joanna: I.. need your dick in my pussy. I need you to fuck me now.

She moaned as I pulled her panties to her knees and slowly, I rubbed my dick against her wet clitoris. She moaned and turned around ‘Fuck me already!’ she exclaimed as I teased her warm, wet pussy. Without hesitation, I pumped my dick into her small and tight pussy and groaned as I fully penetrated her, her small, perky butt in full contact with my body. I could not hold myself back and I pumped her as hard as I could. She began to moan louder and louder and it was like I was in a Japanese porno, as she moaned and cried every time I entered her.

Without warning, the urge to cum came and it was so swift that I barely cleared my way out of her pussy when I came on her butt, my warm goo hitting her butt and dripping all around onto the floor. I was shocked. I had never came so quickly before and as she turned around to face me, the inevitable question popped out:

That was it?

Me: Joanna, I’m really sorry it ended so soon but you were so fucking tight and your moans just drove me over the edge. I barely pulled out in time myself.

Joanna: Sigh, but I’m still not satisfied…

Me: I got an idea, come with me.

And so, Joanna pulled her panties back on and we hailed a passing cab when she was ready

Me: Uncle, Hotel 56

I said, beaming at Joanna. Her smile was equally wide as her hand rested on my crotch and began to squeeze discreetly while we were travelling there.

Part 1 | Part 2

Story published with permission, courtesy of Randy.

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Freelance Encounter.

Jessie reached John’s room as planned at 8pm and she understood that her freelance job would usually require to have sexual intercourse with her clients. Rarely she would enjoy the session like how a lady would wanted, but it was the money that kept her doing it. The flexible hours, minimum pay, all helped to give her life some sort of organisation. Back to John, he had an unusual request that Jessie had not done before, to put a chastity belt with a two inch dildo attached to it. Trying hard to contain her sigh, she took it from him with a smile and slipped it on after a quick shower.

The belt was slightly obvious under her one piece dress that had a diamond shape cut out around the sides of her waist, but with some adjustments, she got it on and her panties had to be left in the room. They hopped on his car and he drove her for dinner at one of the food stalls opened for the night crowd. She was instructed to order the food at the counter and she got to keep the change for just two S$4 meals paid with a fifty dollar note. The dildo in her went off as she spoke and it had gotten her knees to shiver for a few seconds. An awkward shift of her hips caught quite a few eyes but she was still safe.

Dinner was done at a normal pace and he drove her further out to a packed carpark. This man clearly had some fetish she could not understand.

John: ‘Hold my hand and we’ll walk one round around the carpark.’

They went from the first floor to the fourth, that was open air and the cooling weather definitely helped to sooth her mind. The toy once again came on and she felt more willing to let her moans escape through her glossy red lips. The surrounding was facing some flats and the rest was pretty much unblocked.

John: ‘You can take that thing off now.’

Jessie: ‘Right here?’

John: ‘Yes.’

She turned her head around quickly to make a quick scan and her dress was lifted, high enough for her to find the belt buckle and remove the dildo that had made her felt so sexy in public. John then brought her to the little shelter where the stairs lead up to and placed her against the side that was not facing any buildings. He leaned onto her and started to kiss her lips lightly, switching between pecks and french.

Somehow, his kisses had brought memories of her ex-boyfriend back and she realised he had been missed a lot, so much so she almost cried. His palms that was on her back shifted to her hips, to slowly lift her dress up to expose her pussy. She did not resist him and let him pull it higher. Her fingers went without instructions to her clit and she placed her legs apart, beginning to touch herself freely. He hugged her closely and gently gave her ears a lick.

John (whispering): ‘You like it?’

Jessie: ‘Mmm~’

Her own fingers had done a great job making her wet and the noise of his belt being undone was a signal for her to do what she needed. Sliding her back down the wall, she held his dick that was about 5 inches, taking a whiff before bring her mouth to it. Starting with a kiss at the tip, her lips did not opened too wide before she sank her mouth down his shaft, until it reached his base. Perhaps it was a good thing he wasn’t too long, she could still do a deep throat for him.

Jessie did not rush through and was blowing him quite steadily, sucking him hard and going at unpredictable speed. So far, he only held her head and not forced her in anyway. He was turning into someone she enjoyed pleasing. Close to five minutes later, he brought her to her feet and he took his time rolling the protection on. As a favour, she helped him with that and rolled it with her mouth until the rubber ring was as far as it would go.

John: ‘Trust me okay? I won’t let you fall.’

That sentence did sound a little scary, but she knew he was different. He held the back of one of her knees and raised it to his rib level. With just one leg balancing herself, she then understood what he meant. John went as close as he could to her and bent his knees slightly to let his dick glide into her pussy. Although it did not feel as good as doing it without a condom, she was happy with his gentleness. Very slowly, he made thrusts not more than once at a time, until the leg in the air went behind his back, yearning for something wilder.

His elbow held onto her leg behind him and as much as he could, supported her by holding her sexy slim waist. Right then, he moved faster and the whole package of a sensual sex was fulfilled. Her body was enjoying every bit of him, not just sex. From his kissing, to the skilful thrusts he could do. She only felt how her pussy accepted him strokes after strokes. In less than two minutes, her other leg had wrapped around him with a light jump.

He caught her and pressed her against the wall while pounding excitedly, caressing every inch of her intimate cave. With their close body contact, her clit was stimulated by his prickly pubic area, driving her confused with the senses. First there was vaginal satisfaction, then came the clitoris teasing. Her first orgasm came quick and it had hit her really hard. John’s firm grip allowed her to relax her arms hanging on around his neck and the trembling of her body (from the climax) was given enough time to recover. Of course, she did not just get one orgasm from his position given his unhurried pace.

The two of them went into the shelter after a while and she was asked to bend over the railing. With no questions, she complied. His dick penetrated her again and the crazy fuck began. With her mind being pushed to the limit, she realised that it was this that was missing from her ex, the considerate factor that this client had managed to capture. Her hands held on to the rails tightly as he pounded hard into her, making her drip her thick cream onto the floor.

His hands did not stay long on her butt or lower body. They went to her breasts under her bra and gave them some love as well, rolling them between his fingers not too hard to cause any pain. All that stimulation drove her crazy and her moans was getting louder by the minute. Despite knowing that, he did not try to silence her but went faster and faster.

John (whispering): ‘Shooting! Shooting!’

She gave him a light push backwards and turned around quickly, kneeling on the floor with a thud and yanked the rubber off. She then pulled him by grabbing his butt, pushing his dick into her mouth and just threw her face at his pelvis. On and on she went, with her fingers masturbating herself to another orgasm, it was so comfortable doing it for this man unlike others.

He lost control for that moment and grabbed her head with two hands, thrashing his dick at her until the point of no return had passed. The eruption of his love juice flooded her throat and although the first few waves were extra sticky, the last few were more watery and it flushed the load down into her gastric. He stepped to let her catch her breath, but not before her body shivered again, with her wet fingers at her pussy. The sight of her throwing her head back was priceless given that her job was done, but she showed her how much she enjoyed having sex with him.

John rested for a while before helping her to his car, panting and cleaning at the same time.

Jessie: ‘You don’t exercise a lot do you?’

John: ‘Hehe. Caught by you.’

Jessie: ‘Looks like we need more work out to get you fit again – down there.’

The smile remained on his face for as long as she was with him. They took a shower together with less foreplay and more ‘love’, kissing and touching each other so sensually she wanted to give him another shot for free. But it wasn’t his style to take advantage of her. They were done in a while and the call to notify him that the time was almost up disappointed him a little.

John: ‘Where do you stay?’

Jessie: ‘Around Thomson.’

John: ‘Okay. Wait here until I call you. Let me leave first.’

That wasn’t hard to do. She spent the time alone to touch up her make up and get her dress straightened. It took about five minutes for him to call and she picked it up almost instantly.

John (on phone): ‘Jessie, you’re still in the room right? I’ve extended the room to overnight. Have a good rest. It was a tiring day for me, and you should be as well.’

Jessie (on phone): ‘Oh my god, serious? Thank you so much! Call me soon yeah?’

Why wouldn’t he RTF right? Hehe. What’s RTF? :P

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Gangsters

This entry is written on behalf of a girl, Mandy, 22 years old. Recounting a nightmarish event that happened not long ago.

That night, I had no idea why I was so horny after some beers with my boyfriend, Shane, at a nearby hawker centre. Maybe he dropped the pills that he was wanting me to try into my drinks, but all I remembered was myself getting so wet under my multi-coloured striped beach shorts he bought for me on that very day. My nipples were poking so obviously under the padless bra, which was also bought by him. We just left the tables of unfinished bottles of beer and I knew I was walking ahead of him, seeking a dark corner to get off.

We turned into a short building that was government owned, like a power generator house or something and the tall bushes were great for cover. After we went into the end of the bushes, which coincidentally, led to a metal gate that was opened. I went first through it and found a dark corner. My mind was so distracted I no longer cared if the place was dirty.

I pulled him close to me and pushed him up against a wall, kissing him with lips that did not really wanted to taste his mouth. My hands went down to his Hawaiian design shorts and undid the knot, forcing my hand into his underwear and played with his dick. All I wanted was to get him hard, so he could do things to me. I jerked him while he reached his hands up my shirt and squeezed them so hard I was sure I moaned. He knew my nipples were sensitive, and he did not let that go unnoticed. Non-stop pinching and twisting only drove me crazier. I needed him inside.

Once his shorts was lowered just below his balls, I squatted and let him put his dick into my mouth, depraving my brain of oxygen with the gradual thrusts he made. I merely kept my lips around his girth and he was mouth fucking me fast. Groans were coming out of him and I knew he was enjoying it as much as he could, before it was my turn to get satisfied. He was midway to cum and when he stepped away from me, I knew he wanted to empty his load elsewhere.

I got up to my feet, turned around to face the wall and stuck my butt out a little for him. Just as I felt his hands on my pants against the crotch, I heard some whisper and my head just slammed hard into the concrete wall before me. The pain had put me in a daze but it was a number of people that shocked me. I saw about three person who had tattoos on their arms rush in and pulled Shane away. Two of them threw him on the ground and started to attack him. My arms were placed in a wrist lock position before turning around to watch them beat my boyfriend up. Clearly, three of them was enough to handle the both of us.

The man behind me held both of my wrist behind my back with one hand and the other reached in front of me, undoing the strings and reaching into my shorts. I had gone panty-less that night and it was a fucking wrong move. His fingers rubbed my clit so fast that my legs went weak, almost slamming knee first into the ground if not for him holding on to me. He was brought to the ground while supporting me but it was alright, since it was a better position to get what he wanted.

In front of me, was Shane covered in blood, and behind me, was a man pulling my shorts down. Needless to say, he felt my wet pussy and a zip sound confirmed my fear. He pushed me onto the rough ground and held my back down. My cries weren’t any good with him slamming my head on the floor the moment I tried to scream. In a flash, I felt his dick pierced into me and it went all way in without a break.

The force he pulled be back with was so strong that his dick just filled my pussy up like how a tap on full blast would fill a balloon. I could sense my vagina trying to push him out but it was useless. With his two hands on my waist, I was brought back and forth while his dick was satisfied with the convenient fuck. It was that moment when I hated how nicely I kept my body, because of how the world looked at us girls. The other two guys came over after they made sure my guy was too badly injured to move. They pulled my tank top off my body and my bra was ripped off painfully. Their hands just went all over my body, touching me in every spot they enjoyed, including putting their fingers into my asshole.

That move was the fatal one as I lost control and moaned in a squealing tone, giving away the sensitivity of that spot. One of them just kept digging my ass while the guy behind kept ramming. Five minutes of hell passed and the finger in my butt finally gave up. Although my ass was no longer stimulated, the sensation was bombarding in my head so badly I almost wanted to beg for it, but no. I wasn’t going to do that. The man behind me groaned and went faster, until I felt him froze and a hot gush of semen flushed into my pussy. It was truly hell. I was on a birth control patch prescription and one of them noticed.

After the first guy was done, he went off and gave my boyfriend a few kicks in his face. The agonising scream was so pitiful in my helplessness. A second man came over and flipped me on my back, dragging me a distance to where he knelt. The pain on my back, head and pussy was so excruciating I was about to give up holding back and just scream. But it did not happen. The man who was done with me took off his underwear to clean his dick, and stuffed that disgusting thing into my mouth.

The second man then kept pounding into my cum-filled pussy relentlessly, while the last guy tried to shove his dick into my mouth. Thankfully, the height and angle and everything was wrong and it hurt him too much before his turn. Taking revenge on the fact he was last, he went for my nipples and sucked on them, biting them every now and then to make me go crazy. He wouldn’t have known it was my weakness, but he was doing it.. sort of well. My nipples bled after a while and he went behind the guy doing me, stroking every corner of my pussy with his long dick.

Although I definitely wasn’t enjoying the rape, I had to admit that the orgasms were so intense when coupled with pain and the rough handling. The wound on my head was going numb in the cold wind, and my nipples only got harder as the night blew on the cuts. My mind was going blank and my vision was disappearing. The second man paused again and I felt the second rush of sperms into my cunt. That was how I felt while they abused me freely – a cunt. I tried to push some of the cum out and it was warmth that I felt trickling out of my pussy and between my butt to the anus.

The last man turned me over like a bitch and jabbed into my pussy without restraint. The pain tore me apart and my knees were bleeding as well. The jerking of my body was so strong that I knew my knees gave way to the pain. The man just kept pounding into me, giving me at least three more orgasms before he withdrew, rushing to my front and brought me back on my ass, seated on the floor. My legs rested sideways as he thrust his dick into my mouth, going throat deep continuously despite my gagging and overflowing saliva.

Until about a minute later, he shook uncontrollably and emptied his balls into my mouth, giving me a taste of his sick, man juice. I spat it out immediately and he slapped me hard. It was worth it, if a slap could prevent the previous two men from ejaculating into me. The first guy then came to me and pointed his dick at me, which I thought would be another round of mouth fuck, but he just shot his second load at me and the three of them took off after pulling their shorts up.

Shane and I remained at the same spot for a long time, unsure of what to do. My shirt, shorts, were stained with blood, and my bra could not be found, presumingly in the bushes. He was just blood, with just patches of clean skin showing. The rest was history as we sneaked back to my place which was the closest place for him to rest, before going to A&E the next day.

We made the relevant police reports but all they could assure us was finding the assailants. From that day on, I no longer wore such skimpy outfits, since I also had to cover up the scars that they left on me. And Shane left me after watching me get raped in front of his eyes. Who could I blame? Well, the answer for that question was Shane, now ex-boyfriend, for drugging me and being unable to protect me at my most vulnerable.

My life was officially fucked. Till date, I had not told anyone this as I still needed to get a job (losing the previous one due to recovery and counselling to fix my god damned mind), and maybe, just maybe, a man who would be willing to accept my past. For J’s sake, and gratitude to him for writing this for me, I will put an image of how I looked like in your minds.

I stand at 160, weighing 48kg. I once got addicted to weight loss and the good habit that I picked up was going to the gym (but just for bodybuilding), which kept my figure attractive. My stats at that point of incident was 34-29-32. A small tanned figure, with mid-back length brown-black hair. But seriously, guys, protect your girls, no matter what you want us to do for you, we would, only if you can protect us.

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Prawns

Being the restless me, I could not sleep even though it was already 1am. So, I did the usual thing, to take my iPad, and make my way to the prawning area in Bishan. It was a ten minutes walk, but the serenity of the empty roads and clear skies was so calming. I reached the place soon and realised it was especially quiet, on a weekday morning. Putting my bag on one of the chairs, I paid for my rod and a box of worms, ready to put my attentive mind to work. Seated in front of the yabbie pond, there was not much people walking past, probably cause everyone was zoning out and tired.

The prawns bit my bait at a steady number and I was quite happy with the frequency. Just then, at the corner of my eye, a lady in a navy blue polka dot skater dress walked up the stairs to the prawning area and sat adjacent to me. A demure looking girl, ponytail hair with brown streaks. I went back to prawning and she had caught her first prawn.

Girl: ‘Umm.. excuse me. Can you help me?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

How could I say no to such a pretty lady? I removed the pincers off the prawn and threw it inside her net to keep the prawn alive. But what bothered me was the fact that she knew how to set up the bait and do the flicks to hook the prawns, yet not able to handle the catch.

Me: ‘You know how to catch a prawn, but why not to free it from the bait?’
Girl: ‘I used to come here with my boyfriend.. but he is no longer with me.’
Me: ‘Ouh. Don’t be too sad. I’m Caleb. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Christine. Thanks for helping me.’

We smiled at each other and went back to prawning, which was no longer lonely with each other. As time passed, she could not fight the fatigue and was dozing off on the chair, which her legs opened wider and wider, almost exposing herself. A quick look around showed that there was no one else except the two of us, and some sitting far away. I placed my palm on one of her knees and shook, but she just gave a weary glance at me.

Me: ‘Christine.. do you want me to send you home?’
Christine: ‘Yeah okay.’

We packed our stuff and I got all the prawns she caught. We made our way to her car, which I totally did not expect at all. Now it would seemed like she was the one sending herself home, and me getting in the way. Well, at least not that the age she looked like. I knew she was drowsy, but the packet of sweet was finished by my itchy mouth.

Me: ‘Can I give you a massage with you drive? So you can stay awake.’

Christine turned her head to me and reached for my left hand, which I handed her. She placed it under her skirt on her right upper thigh, before moving the car out of the slot. Of course I knew what to do, and what was about to come. My hand lightly brushed against her smooth skin, and went further up to her panties, which was extra soft and.. moist?

Christine (whispering): ‘The knot is at the side.’

Knot? I shifted my hands to her hips and found the release to her panties, which I gladly undone. Her bare private still felt moist, but softer in another sense. I reached deeper into her clit and teased her sensitive spot, which was doing well in keeping her awake. We reached her place before I put my fingers inside her, but that was all I needed to get her home safely.

Christine: ‘Come up. There’s no one home.’

The lift ride was a quiet one, but I could sense the density of thoughts flooding the small cube we were in. Her doors opened and we entered, just after putting my bag of prawns on her kitchen sink, her arms wrapped around my larger-than-average body, sobbing very lightly. I turned around to her and she immediately planted her lips on mine, which her tongue slowly invaded my mouth and we started frenching. Like long lost lovers, our mouth never separated, but her tears just seeped between our lips expressing her bitterness.

I carried her to her room with some directions and placed her on the bed like a baby. I lay beside her and my hand roamed along her legs again, up her thighs, and onto her hidden clit. She was giving out soft sensual moans all the time and her ecstatic face just made me feel better making her feel good. My fingers soon found their way into her pussy and every time I sank my middle finger in, she would arch her head and back, to show me how good it felt.

Her free hands came to my shorts, and with one hand holding the waistband open, she slipped her other hand in and went right into my underwear, to where my little one had set up tent. With her delicate hand, she started to get me off and it was as good as masturbating myself, long strokes, in a comfortable grip. After a while of deep fingering, she nudged me away and sat up, removing my shorts and underwear all together. Her head lowered over my hips and I watched my dick disappeared into her mouth. She had opened her lips to the widest, and it had fitted me just nicely.

It had been a long time since someone had done something like this for me, and her diligence just warmed my heart over and over again. Although she did not know how to give proper oral sex, the fact that it didn’t hurt was good enough for me.

Me: ‘Do you want to take off your dress?’
Christine: ‘I prefer to do it clothed.’

It was an unspoken thing in common. I loved it too, doing it as though we’re in public. Best of all, she said ‘do it’. I was about to suggest missionary but she rejected it, saying that it was too unglamourous to be in that position in her dress.

Christine: ‘How about standing up?’

Of course, I was to say ‘sure’ to any suggestions. She knelt at the edge of the bed facing away from me, and I stood right behind her. Holding her waist, she rested her upper body on her arms and parted her legs slightly so she could take me in. I raised her skirt just high enough for me to spot her pink lips, and I dipped my meat into her saucy slit. Christine clenched her fists as I inched my way in, but it was nothing she could not handle. I pierced my way in in about twenty seconds and she tipped a little to her sides to close her legs together. The squeezing sensation was even stronger with this and I could totally feel her every bump inside.

I held her hips and began thrusting, gradually increasing my speed as I monitored her moans to climax. But it did not take long before I was ramming so hard into her that she was screaming for her life at some points, my hands were busy at her pair of succulent boobs while my dick was still hard at work. As she was rocking backwards at me at times, I took the chance to look around and noticed her camera sitting on her desk. Secretly, I took it and recorded our sexcapades, anyway, the camera was hers.

I pumped for as long as I could remember and it was getting tired. So I had no choice but to slow down to a pause and let her take over. She sat me on the edge of the bed like how she did, and like a graceful little girl, she bent her knees down standing in front of me, facing outwards. She only slowed down when my dick poked into her pussy under her dress but she still continued sitting down. Once fully inside of her, she pressed her hands on my thighs and started to bounce. Imagine my legs was opened beside her, and she sat over my dick, with her legs closed together.

There wasn’t much work for me to do, but the camera that was kept out of her sight was still filming. Time was running out for me so I did not bother to last any longer than I had.

Me: ‘Christine, where do I cum?’
Christine: ‘Let me know when you’re cumming.’

She continued hopping in front of me and her pussy just got tighter by the minute until I realised I could not hold on anymore. The ejaculation I was about to have would be a huge and intense one.

Me (panting: ‘Christine, I’m.. cumming.’

She got off me and knelt on the pair of fur slippers she had under her bed. Her mouth once again worked on my dick but this time, she did it differently. Her jaws were kept opened and she merely rammed her head down the shaft, using her throat to stimulate her pussy. Unbelievably, it did not take more than twenty seconds before I held her head down on my dick and just pulled out enough to shoot my juicy load into her mouth. She shoved her face down my cock again, with the cum and did a great job sucking everything out before showing it to me.

Christine was like a little girl who won a bet, so excited and proud of herself. She swallowed it and pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me and giving me light pecks, before sliding her body down mine, and let my cum-covered dick penetrate into her. It rested inside of her as we fell asleep and it wasn’t until morning when my dick was fully erected in her. What a night, and a day.

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My Best Friend

Here I am again, this time to feature another story submitted by a fellow writer/ reader who had been visiting my site for a long time. Reading this story does turn me on and it reflects some of the ‘so close, yet so far’ scenarios we had experienced in our lives. I am sure all of us have friends that appears to be tempting from how they dress and act, but rarely we feel close enough to ask them to be FWB. Below, is the long, but totally arousing story Randy had submitted, and I am sure you guys will find it fun to read.

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They say that a guy and a girl can never be only friends. That sooner or later, either one would fall for the other. Well, this was not so in my case. I have two female best friends from my days in school and we’ve been great friends for the past 5 years. We talk to each other about everything and anything under the sun, and thus when my best friends started having sex with their boyfriends; these details were also included in our conversation. Being the only guy in the group, I was often asked questions that guys could answer best, like why some men like deep-throat, anal and certain fetishes among other questions. I did my best to explain this to them and they in turn told me about how they liked a man to fuck them.

This story is one part in a series of many stories we shared and this first story involves me personally. Yes, I broke the cardinal rule and had sex with both my best friends.

My friend, let’s call her Claire, is your average girl next door type; sweet with long hair that reached to her waist and brown eyes. Claire spent her childhood overseas and she’s very fair as a result, some guys even think she’s a Chinese Caucasian. Claire lost her virginity at a very young age of 14 and she has a sexual drive that is very high. By the time I met her and when we got closer, she shared with me many stories on the different experiences she has had. I really wanted to fuck her but the fact that she was attached and she was my best friend kept my dick in my pants. Till one afternoon…

My friend, let’s call her Claire, is your average girl next door type; sweet with long hair that reached to her waist and brown eyes. Claire spent her childhood overseas and she’s very fair as a result, some guys even think she’s a Chinese Caucasian. Claire lost her virginity at a very young age of 14 and she has a sexual drive that is very high. By the time I met her and when we got closer, she shared with me many stories on the different experiences she has had. I really wanted to fuck her but the fact that she was attached and she was my best friend kept my dick in my pants. Till one afternoon…

Claire always woke up late and I was forever going to her place to drag her out of bed. That afternoon was no exception as I made my way to her house. ‘Seriously, Claire!’ I muttered angrily for it was a scorching afternoon and it was a long walk to her house. I was let in by her maid and I went straight to her room, having been there countless times to wake her up for school. Claire had a habit of sleeping naked so the maid peered into the room from the door before saying ‘Okay sir, she got wear something’ Part of me was silently disappointed, but I pushed those thoughts aside and entered the room.

Claire was lying on the bed wearing a singlet and a pair of very used shorts. The singlet was green with ‘ARMY’ written on it, probably from one of her ex boyfriends or flings, I could never tell and the shorts were worn and fraying. Claire used to go out with guys but she lost faith in men after a particularly bad breakup and since then she had decided to try out being a lesbian. ‘Pity’ I thought gazing at her long white legs. As my eyes traveled upwards, I noticed her firm ass curled up and that her B cup breasts were stretched tight against the singlet. I looked away for a moment to calm down and reached out for her shoulder.

‘Oi wake up, time to go already! We’re going to be late in meeting Joanna!’ I said, annoyed. At least her room was air-conditioned, so I was cooling down fast. She turned over onto her back and moaned gently in displeasure before pushing my hand away. ‘Five more minutes lah, Joanna also confirm gonna be late’ she murmured sleepily. I realized then that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples were erect, probably due to the cold. ‘To take my mind off, I looked at her face and shook again, ‘No no wake up now, I know you take forever to get ready’ I said. ‘Mhmm…’ Claire slowly opened her eyes and squinted at me. ‘Oh it’s you’ she said tiredly. ‘Let me sleep awhile more lah, last night got late night activity you know’ she grumbled as she made to turn on her side. But I was not going to let her turn away and I put my hand firmly on her shoulder. ‘Haha well good for you, but not my problem. Let’s go, Joannna will be waiting’ I insisted.

Claire turned to face me then. I gazed at her brown eyes and thick red lips, and she stuck her tongue out to mock me. Claire told me that guys used to request that she give them a blowjob as she really knew how to use her tongue and I longed to ask her for one. But instead I said ‘Let’s go..’ ‘Fine, but you give me a massage first!’ and with that Claire turned onto her stomach. Claire loved my massages as she claimed that I could really massage her with strength compared to her girlfriend. When I didn’t move, she begin to whine and shake her firm butt that had near perfect curves. ‘Hurry up! Faster you do, faster I go shower!’ she promised.

Having no other choice, I took some cream from her dresser nearby and begin to massage her shoulders. I stayed on my knees as I did not want to sit on her butt and let her feel my growing erection. After about 5 mins, I began to make my way down her back. ‘You know that you can lift it up right? I won’t mind’ said Claire as she lifted her singlet up to her chest. I could only grunt in agreement as she exposed her back to me and I could see her side boobs, which made my dick harder. I did not dare go lower than her waist but my thighs were complaining about the position I was in. ‘Eh Claire, don’t mind if I sit on your butt ah, more comfortable for me’ I said as I lowered myself onto her butt. Her response was a low moan, she was enjoying the massage too much to bother how I did it. As I sat on her butt checks I felt my dick respond immediately to the soft curves of her shorts. Holding back a moan, I began to massage her lower back. ‘Harder, harder!’ she said as I began to apply pressure to her lower back. I decided to use my momentum to press down harder on her back and I began to rock back and forth slowly on her ass, grinding it. ‘Mhmm..don’t stop. Right there, that spot..just keep doing that, you’re doing great’ said Claire and she sighed in pleasure.

This was going out of control. My dick was nearly fully erected and it was becoming uncomfortable to keep in my pants. Claire also was beginning to moan like I was fucking her and I was becoming frustrated at not being able to do anything. ‘There, done!’ I said reluctantly as I lifted myself off her butt. ‘Wait, wait I want more!’ Claire complained as she lowered her singlet and turned around to face me, sitting on the bed. ‘No I can’t, no more strength’ I lied, trying to remain calm as I saw her generous cleavage of her milky white breasts peeping out of her singlet. ‘Don’t bluff, you tell me you work out and you can’t even do a 30 min massage’ Claire pouted. ‘It’s not that, I..can’t lah’ I said, starting to rise from the bed before she could ask me anymore questions. ‘Hey, what’s the matter, tell me lah’ said Claire as she pulled me down beside her.

I decided to go for broke and tell her the truth. ‘Look Claire, you’re my best friend and I don’t want to do anything stupid but I’m a guy too. When I’m massaging you like that, I’ve got an erection and I just want to fuck you so badly.’ There was a moment of silence. Then Claire giggled. ‘I know, I could feel it through my shorts. That’s why I was moaning, because it felt good. I haven’t felt a dick on my ass since I became a lesbian and..I kind of miss it’ Claire then looked away. ‘Claire, I know how you’re feeling, it’s not easy for you to just stop fucking men’ I said with some hope in my voice. ‘ If you want… we could just do it. I’d keep it a secret and your girlfriend would never have to know’ I whispered softly into her ear as my bulge slowly started to stroke her thigh. ‘ Promise?’ asked Claire in a small voice. ‘I really promise, I know how much you love her’ I said, turning Claire to face me and looking into her eyes. She closed her eyes and kissed me softly on the lips.

She moaned as I slid my right hand into her singlet and gently massaged her left breast. I leaned her back as I removed my shirt and she removed her top, freeing her breasts. We then had a tongue fight as she removed my pants and I moaned when her cold hand grabbed my warm, hard dick. ‘Mhmm..finally’ whispered Claire as she stroked my dick. ‘ Not yet, hang on’ I said as I gently took her hand off my dick and placed both my hands on her B cup breasts. She had pink nipples, which I begin to nibble on delicately at first. Claire moaned loudly and I attacked both her breasts with my tongue and mouth, slurping up every last bit I could taste.

Claire could not wait any longer and after letting me lick her nipples for a few minutes, she pushed me down and began to kiss me fiercely as her thighs clamped shut around my dick, stroking it. I could not belive it, I was actually dry-humping my best friend! A small part of me felt guilty, but I pushed that part away and focused on looking into Claire’s eyes. She slowly descended, leaving a trail of kisses till she reached my dick. Without taking her eyes off mine, she slowly licked my head once. I shuddered in pleasure. She gave it a little kiss before slowly licking the sides and bottom of my dick. She then formed a seal around my head with her thick lips and proceeded to lick me using the tip of her tongue. I could not hold back any longer and I held onto her head, slowly guiding her lower till she had my entire dick in her mouth. She then released her grip with a sucking sound that left saliva dripping from her mouth all over her bed.

‘You like that, Claire?’ I asked as she went down again on my head. Her response was to go faster and she went on for a good five minutes at the fastest speed she could before she slowed suddenly. ‘This is what I do that to make the guys want me to blow them again’ Claire said as she slowly sucked on my head. And without warning, the tip of her tongue entered my pee hole and began to flick up and down. I went berserk and turned her around before she could go down on me again. I jammed my tongue into her already soaked pussy and I heard her moan as her lips were around my head. I found her clitoris and began madly flicking my tongue the same way she was doing to my head. She gasped in pleasure and pressed her vagina onto my mouth. I felt her muscles tighten and loosen suddenly as she moaned her loudest ever. ‘You came, eh?’ I said as I gazed at her face through her breasts that were swaying, begging to be fondled.

‘Yes, and now it’s your turn..’ she murmured as she got off my dick and lay on her stomach. Claire liked to be fucked doggystyle and I was only too happy to oblige. She laid flat on the bed and closed her legs, perking up her butt. I slowly entered her, and we both moaned as I filled her up. ‘Fuck, you’re tight!’ I said as I slid my entire length into her pussy. ‘And you are so fucking long..of course I’m tight you’re the first dick I’ve had in at least 2 years’ she moaned as she grabbed the bedsheet. I did not waste any more time and begin to bang her hard, smacking her ass as the sounds of ‘piack, piack’ began to fill the room. If I thought Claire was moaning till now, I was wrong. She was moaning so loudly now that I was afraid her maid would come to investigate. ‘Fuck me, fuck me, oh that’s right it feels so good, fuck me!’ she cried as I pulled my dick out and flipped her over to fuck her in missionary. As I banged away, she held on to my shoulders, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as I pumped my dick into her wet, tight pussy.

She crossed her legs over my butt and tightened her grip. She was so wet and tight that I could feel her muscles contract and relax every time I went in and out. ‘Oh fuck, I’m cumming!’ cried Claire as I felt her pussy juice flow down on my dick and all over the bedsheet. ‘Oh baby, you’re so good..let me help you now..’ murmured Claire as she pushed my chest down and began to ride me, her pussy pounding my hard dick. She leaned forward to lock lips with me and her breasts were crushed against my chest. My hands made their way up her legs and found her firm ass. Cupping her butt, I lifted and dropped her on my dick, making her grind her pussy harder.

The countdown had already begun and I was already in the final stages before I gave her a creampie. ‘Babe, slow down you gotta let me out’ I said as she pounded hard on my dick. She did not want to stop and I could see on her face that she was making up for two years of not having a dick inside her. But I was not going to give my best friend a creampie. ‘Claire, get off!’ I said as with one final burst of energy I pushed her off and pulled out, my dick coated with layers of her pussy juice which began dripping on the bed. Without hesitation, Claire got up and rammed my dick down her throat. I could not take it anymore and I held her head down as I came, wave after wave of pleasure going through my body as I emptied my load into my best friend’s mouth.

After I came back to earth, I looked at Claire and realized that some of my load was leaking from the corners of her mouth. Grabbing a tissue, I cleaned it up for her. ‘Thank you’ she murmured as she swallowed the rest of my load. We looked at each other for about 30 seconds, then we realized ‘Oh fuck, we forgot about Joanna!’

Both of us were so fucked that day :)

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Story published with permission, courtesy of Randy.