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A Glass of Milk

Kelda was about to head to bed after her warm glass of milk prepared every night by her mum. And since young, drinking that glass of milk had another more sensual link to sleeping thanks to her sick dad. But her age of 14 soon passed the stage where he could manipulate her, so Kelda was left alone, but not without a little muscle memory.

Since eight, her dad would bring the glass of milk into her room and read a book of short stories to her as she sipped away. Watching his little girl hold that tall glass with her tiny hands kind of turn his paedophile side on and when it was time to tuck her into bed, his hand would run up her legs and push them apart before beginning his gentle massage on her clitoris, going in circles and up and down. Kelda, whom did not know anything didn’t know her body was responding by secreting those sweet liquid, that daddy would claim to be his form of night drink and lap it up off her pussy.

Of course, it escalated to giving daddy some lollipop licking and drinking the new ‘milk’ that had a different taste. But that’s another story. Back to that glass of milk, Kelda was about to sleep soon and that imaginary hand creep up her legs, that warm palm that heated her inner thighs. Slowly gilding to her panties that revealed when her knees instinctively spread. Quietly removing her kiddy looking panties off her shapely legs, fingers started to roam onto the familiar spots that felt best when daddy did his magic on her years ago.

Her eyes rolled back and the movements of the clit-tease hastened, throwing her into body into a slight shiver, which she knew was far from what she needed. Quickly adjusting her nightdress, she tip-toed into her parents’ room to find that daddy’s lollipop had not fell asleep. But mum was just right beside, facing away from him. Like a ninja, Kelda knelt beside the bed on her dad’s side and lifted the sheets up slowly. Watching the bulge rose to a stand. Putting her hand into the sheets was the best scene, it was like reaching into a mystery box, grabbing it after a millisecond of search. Needless to say, dad woke up.

Placing her finger on her lips, he knew it was do or die, mostly for himself only. Her hand skilfully stroke his raging dick up and down in graceful motion, stopping before the sensitive ring and then back down and up, so not to make the head too sensitive to make dad twitch or shiver. For two years, this was what she learned, to pleasure and read the signs of men so well, that she could own any guy with just a handjob. Daddy could only smile to himself as he knew what Kelda was doing apart from masturbating him, she was pleasuring herself too, fingers almost ready to disappear into her love hole.

Bending over the edge of the bed, her head disappeared beneath the sheets and the soothing warmth of her mouth began work on his 7 inch, going down on him and taking it right to her throat without any gagging. The uncontrollable salivating helped her to take it better and she knew the speed could not be too fast to be generating any recoil on the bed. Her hand was still between her legs, half-bent from the overwhelming excitement she gave herself, and moving her fingers into her slit. As it darted in and out of her wet hole, her head increased the pace to reduce oxygen flow for a much intense orgasm. Kelda could take it well thanks again, to the training, conditioning her to know that the enhanced climax was worth the deprivation of air.

Not wanting to risk waking his wife up, daddy did not held back and reached for his daughter’s pussy as he was closing into his own orgasm. Fingering her with his strong thick digits, her knees gave way and his dick almost slipped, if not for his other hand which pressed her head firmly onto his groin as he unloaded his choked pipe of three weeks plus. Which skilful Kelda took it all and swallowed it without letting the texture of it bother her mind.

Mummy wasn’t asleep after all, as she turned around after hearing the door closed with that tiny little click sound.

Mum: ‘Dear.. there’s something I have to tell you. My brother and I.. had been having sex since young and we’re still doing it behind you. I’m sorry. Just be safe with our daughter k?’

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TheRapist

Fucking slut! Terry could not control his own thoughts as he continued towards his destination, behind a girl around his height, with wavy hair up to her mid-back. It wasn’t her long legs nor fair complexion that turned Terry on, but the laced hoodie she wore did nothing to hide the seemingly braless figure of hers. Actually, this lady was wearing one of those silicon stick-on bra that compliments those outfits that require none of the bra to be revealed. Terry had heard of them, but never expected to see one in her attire. It was atrocious, but he wasn’t complaining for the free eye candy.

As they continued walking, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her thin skirt which swayed so hard in the wind, lifting just little enough to reveal that bit of skin. Those brief of his was about to break apart as his thoughts started the fantasy to ambush this sweet young thing in the dark tunnel leading to the private houses. Wait.. wasn’t there a house under a full renovation that did not lock its back door? And that door.. faced the walkway they were on.

That fantasy of his quickly turned into a plot and given his meticulous character, the finest details of the plan were put into the picture and it seemed like a foolproof plan – He walked close to her, and approaching the door, he would pull her hair and shove her into the unfinished kitchen, lifting her short skirt up and ripping whatever off and did his job. Would it work?

Within minutes, his biological clock struck action time and he scurried quietly behind her, giving her a shove and throwing her by her hair into the dark kitchen. Illuminated by the flickering street lights, his perfect eyesight helped him more than anything. The poor girl was blind without her glasses and those clothes she wore was too little to be considered ‘cover’. Pinned by the strong arms, Sarah could not even make a noise as he quickly kept her mouth quiet with a ball of cloth. Feeling her panties being pulled off, her kicking legs were next to be disabled by jabs to her inner thighs, resonating a lingering pain that almost knocked her out.

Terry couldn’t be more excited and happy to own this helpless lady, dressed to be raped. Pulling his old berms down, his cock sprang to life and he spat a load of saliva to lubricate his own dick. The muffled plea for help was ignored as he was more interested in getting his satisfaction fulfilled. No way he would take such a huge risk and then give in to pity. With a tug at her waist, her hips slid back into a doggie position and her knees had scraped along the rough concrete ground as he spread them wide apart. Pushing his middle finger into her pussy, her hymen tore and blood streamed like a pellet through skin.

Fucking virgin slut! Terry couldn’t believe his eyes. Being a virgin, she dressed as though she had sex with so many men. Was she naive or had the wrong upbringing? Nonetheless, he dived in for the kill and within three strokes, his full length of dick was slurping in and out of her love hole, opened to public for the first time. Unknowing to her, the new-found pleasure was turning her body on for more abuse and the juices made work a lot easier for Terry.

With an increasing pace, he was yet able to control and made the session last a good one hour, alternating between strong powerful thrusts into her painfully sore pussy and long moments of break inside of her while he enjoyed the warmth of a fresh conquest. His hands were savouring the softness of her flesh while his dick continued to scrub the insides of her contracting pussy, pistons like a locomotive wheels. The sensation of her hot virgin pussy embracing his invasive penis closely like skin to flesh. It felt really sexy like they two was a couple having sex for the first time.

Finally, the hour had gone by and he decided to release his mind and body of control, his hips continue pounding onto her, echoing loud slaps across the empty house and the faint moans of Sarah’s abused body. Her skirt and top was still on, only her panties and virginity were lost.

A few more powerful thrusts deep and hard into her, Terry was at his limit and the orgasms were strong, since he was trained in harnessing the power of his mind to maximise sensations. Sarah wasn’t too ‘bad’ either, the strokes of his dick diving in and out of her, filling her new tunnel with lots of energy and heat, gave her at least three unwilling orgasms that she would never forget. Plus, in mere minutes after, the intense load of warmth that was pumped into her womb kept her awake for the longest time in her life. Her mind ruined by the pleasure and sickness of enjoying a rape, yet her body kept her vaginal juices flowing non-stop since her cherry was popped. Pure creampie.

Having his balls emptied, his escape plan was simple, to get dressed and out of here. Poor Sarah once again was left blind in the dark, glasses crushed, and pussy damaged. With that mix of cum and fluid still leaking from her pussy, she fainted and went into deep sleep, only to be awakened in the hospital for injuries and multiple rape bruises, given to her by the foreign workers which came to work early to find a sex doll on their workplace.

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Sweet Dream

Like all dreams, it started without head nor tail, but it did however woke something in Jacelyn up. It was a normal school day, ending at noon which made her shirt wet enough to make out the pink bra she wore to school. Schooling just three stops away from home on the MRT line, she was glad the air conditioned room of hers would be within grasp soon.

As the train left Bishan, a guy in his 20s just pulled her rubberband off and whispered, ‘You look nicer this way.’ If only you could see how her lightly perked hair bounced free, onto her shoulders, visually extending the length of her face by covering bits of the cheeks.

The guy did not stop there though, he pulled her close and started kissing her. Jacelyn had reacted a little late and was overpowered by his hug, with his tongue slipping between her lips. Why did I not close my mouth or keep my teeth together? Why did my body let him in? She was trying to push him away while his tongue was making her weaker by the moment.

Soon, his hands wandered up her skirt and reached her panties. Seems like her habit not to put on her shorts under her pinafore turned against her, not that it would make any difference though. The gradual rubbing of his fingers began and it was turning Jacelyn on, feeling wrong, she found herself powerless from the teasing. Like how sex happened, progress took place.

The guy pulled her panties down and went on to pry her thin pussy lips apart, circling her clit with his middle fingertip. That poor little girl needed no command to open her legs wider. Her knees gave way and slowly, she lowered herself to the ground with her legs apart. The wetness that was dribbling down her thighs don’t lie and can’t hide how horny she was. It was going to advance to a point for something long and thick to satisfy her.

Right in the middle of the cabin, the people around didn’t seem to be aware, or perhaps she was invisible. The only thing that kept her upright was the slippery silver pole. Just then, the male leaned on her back and whispered another sweet nothings.

Guy (whispered) : ‘Bend over baby.’

Arching her body forward, her palms met the texture-designed floor and he pushed her butt away from the ground, into a doggie position. Feeling his hips against hers, his rod was stroking up and down across her hungry slit, lubricated with the glistering juices of raging hormones.

Suddenly, something hard and warm was jammed into her. Without regards to her physical well-being, the meat slab quickly shoot in and out of her pure untouched vagina, using it like a Fleshlight or any fake pussy that he could control at his pace. Increasing in speed as he felt numb and slowing down to prolong his ejaculation.

That guy wasn’t keen in getting Jacelyn high or satisfying her, rather, just to cum and empty his balls. Nonetheless, she couldn’t stop right now when the adrenaline was pumping like mad in her, filling her body with that surge of energy that tightened her forbidden fruit. Unknowingly, she was enjoying the prescence of people that couldn’t see her and the mindless, primitive pounding of pure sex.

Guy: ‘You’re.. fucking tight! Arghh!’

With that, he jerked the non-stopping flow of warmness inside, and causing the nearly-crazed girl to stream an endless supply of sticky hot clear honey that poured out of her sex-addicted pussy. Somehow, Jacelyn couldn’t wipe her pussy clean of the wetness and a thought struck her right there – a dream?

Little Jacelyn woke up to find the cute panties she slept in to be completely soaked and her nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling. Still throbbing with life, the desire of losing her virginity to a deserving man got stronger.

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As a Teddy Bear 2

Note: This story is written in the point-of-view of a teddy bear on Janet’s bed.

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It wasn’t long before Janet invited her friend for a stay over, but I would call it a slumber party. Since the first time she ‘used’ me, I had been seasoned by her cuddles. Moving on, her friend’s name was Judy and she had quite the figure like my mistress too, but with short hair, those stylish type with a slant from the inside out. They entered the room and placed their bags down before changing into their swimsuits. How I wished I could join them. Watching them strip to their undies and then poking fun at each other, tickling at the same time while trying to put on their bikini top and bottom.

Judy: ‘Borrow your toilet!’

Only wearing the top, she went into the bathroom attached and Janet came over to give me a hug, sniffing my paw. I could tell she wished to use me right there and then. Perhaps I had some kind of good karma that Judy had to make another remark from the echoing room.

Judy: ‘Oh no. I need to shit. This is going to take a while.’

Janet: ‘Alright! Take your time!’

Quickly untying her bottoms, she knelt in front of her cupboard and fumbled in her drawer for presumably a condom. My nose was already wet at her pussy, forcing me to take in her bodily scent, which I must say, wasn’t bad at all. Finally, the wrapper sound came and she peeled open the pack and pulled it over my arm. Rubbing her clit with her fingers, she was almost ready for a.. pawing?

Janet: ‘Are you almost done?’

Judy: ‘Haven’t even started!’

Wasn’t that great? Once her juices started to gather around those flaps of pink raw flesh, she used the tip of my paw to tease herself up and down her slit for some time, spreading the natural lubrication throughout for a smooth entry. Pushing my supportless (cause I am made soft) paw in, I could feel my fingers prying her tight tunnel loose. It had been almost a week since she last fingered herself or I should say, pawed herself.

Pulling and pushing my body like a limp soft toy (pun!), the pressure from her slit entrance would have stopped any blood flow if I was truly living. The warmed and ease of the fisting was turning me on too, but sadly, there wasn’t any part of my body that could express that thought. As Judy groaned in the toilet, Janet got a scare and sat on me in the Japanese style, forcing my arm right deep inside her, making her moan as well. Oops! How could I forget the cute action of her covering her mouth.

Quickly resuming our little adventure, the jerking of me in and out of her was making me dizzy, but the imminent climax came and this time, it was so strong that my paw had trouble staying inside of her. How could she let me slip out right? Holding me tightly between her legs, I enjoyed the full view of her slender young body with that tiny neck-tied bikini. That choke was unforgettable too, holding me between her thighs for so long, wetting my fur at the same time. Finally, her body relaxed and she slipped on her bottom once again and lay on the mattress to rest.

Clamping me at her soft sore spot, my nose was teasing her clit once again. It was so discreet that I looked like a bolster, Judy could not understand what made her best friend so tired before the swim. Okay, my nose is itchy and I can’t scratch it. Cause the condom is still on.

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Supermarket

The newly opened 24 hour NTUC was a nice place to go when you can’t sleep at night. So Rose did the same, draped in her night slip, the translucency of her dress was too little to bother her. Stepping into her lacy black panties, she pasted the nipple cover after she adjusted the height of her undies. For a twenty year old, there was no reason for her boobs to be sagging, and she would love to flaunt the fit little body she owned.

A pair of wedges completed her grocery shopping outfit and she made her way after picking her matching purple purse. Rose had a loving boyfriend, always making sure she was taken care of, no matter sexually or physically. Though he was only twenty three, his clever mind ensured her constant lust to be flowing through her body. From how she was dressed, he was the one she asked for opinion, including this visit to the supermart.

Did she know he would following her that night?

Jawn (SMS): ‘Take a cab.’

Obeying his instruction like how a girlfriend should, the parting of her legs to enter the taxi showed more than what the driver deserved, giving him a growing hard on beneath those work pants. With just the nipple cover protecting her modesty above, the shapely round breasts revealed how naked she was below the thin night dress.

Rose: ‘Ang Mo Kio Jubilee.’

Within ten minutes, they arrived and the cab driver took one last look at her slightly parted knees down to her black laces, showing her flesh between the spaces. The faint yellow light had illuminated well for his eyes.

Cab driver: ‘Take care girl.’

Do you think that’s what he was thinking? Concerned for her? Or really wishing some guy luckier would just do what she was dressed to do? Making her way to the NTUC would pass by a S11 with many beer drinking uncles, which true enough, generated a lot of stares and even whistles.

Jawn (SMS): ‘Go to a corner, remove your panties there.’

Huh! Shy? Maybe. Then again what are those glistering moisture doing at her pussy lips? She made her way to the second level, and into a corner that wasn’t fully renovated. Peeking around for cameras and late night shoppers, she finally gathered her courage and made a quick pull at her panties, the black laces left her body and into her bag.

Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her from behind and the bracelet felt all familiar, that only her boyfriend could be behind her.

Rose: ‘Oh my God! You’re here!’

Jawn: ‘Shhh.. Don’t let anyone hear us.’

Pushing their way into the loads of unopened cartons, he lifted her dress to her waist and dropped his pants. Spreading her ass with his strong hands, the wet slit was waiting for him. Without wasting another minute, he dived right into her and slurped in and out, merciless, and sexcitedly. There wasn’t much time to waste in case they get caught, but rushing did not help the fact that Jawn could last for quite some time himself.

Just like how speedily he penetrated her, the hole changed to her ass which only been done once, with lots of lubrication. But this time, there was no need for that. Her juices were overflowing down her thighs and it was more than enough. Plunging into her once again, Rose was doing all she could not to scream, both in pain and pleasure. Giving into her body, all the energy had been drained and it was all his to play and abuse.

Jawn wasn’t doing fine too, her tight anus was testing his limit, squeezing his manhood so tight he could cum any moment if he didn’t control. Not wanting to put it back into her pussy for hygiene reasons, it had to end there and then, in her ass.

Increasing his tempo, Rose’s pussy was excreting even more cum and almost driven crazy by the mix of pleasure and pain of both her holes. Another ten minutes later, Jawn paused and Rose focused her attention between her legs, feeling his love flow into her, from deep down in her intestines to her anus. It was true love he had for her, giving her all he had, who else could loved her more?

Rose: ‘I’m too wet to move, and it’ll leak.’

Jawn: ‘Don’t move. I’ll clean you up.’

Taking her panties, he wiped whatever that went down her legs and fluid that would stain her dress. After they done their grocery shopping, the cab ride home was eventful too, as Rose lost control while Jawn fingered her to orgasm, leaving the driver the voices of her moans and heavy breathing.

Where did they leave the black laced panties exactly?