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Voided

It was 3am when Rinnie was home from studying, the burden of college life was hardly giving her any time off to play. Since it was a Saturday, there was no hurry to get home early. To reach her block, she will have to cut through a series of blocks and cross some eerie multi-storey carparks. About 30 metres  away was her letterbox, which she had to check everyday for bills.

*footsteps  shuffling behind her*

She turned around and found no one. Singapore was very safe, too scary for anyone to be committing any crimes, unless they were desperate, usually for money, or angry. Maybe she might get robbed, but she was just steps away from her lifts. After discarding the unwanted flyers, she passed a wall behind a flight of stairs and got pulled by her hair, and covered with a cloth reeking of Chloroform. Being in D&T in secondary school, she knew the side effects of direct inhaling. Her limbs felt weak and the pain from the pulling of her hair was making her eyes swell with tears.

Placing her at the lower end of a flight of stairs, her eyes could only see ‘3’ but not mutter any words. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes and gave in to the ordeal. Though she was close to fainting, the fumes from the solution didn’t knock her out, making her feel every bit of the disgusting rape she was going through.

Her small shorts were pulled down and off from her thin legs, and shirt lifted up to forcefully tug her tube bra to her waist. The man then angled her knees up and fondled her B cups like he haven’t touched a woman before (maybe he really never had one before) while going down on her, sucking and nibbling on her clit so hard that Rinnie couldn’t help but wet herself. Her pee sprayed hard into a distance and the assailant carried her from the back, holding both her legs wide open as the splashing sounds of her pee further shamed her. He then carried her to the next floor above and continued his clit attack, forcing her to orgasm against her mind. Streams of clear thick juice oozed and he knew she was ready, but unwilling.

Unzipping his pants, Rinnie turned her head away and bit her lips as he placed his rod at her entrance. Slowly pushing into her soft wet muscles, his dick was throbbing harder than before. The both of them had something in common, pleasure deprived for over a week. Her pussy was at her tightest from the fear and humiliation, and he was at his biggest from the thrill and excitement. As he continuously sunk his rod into the honey dip, the heavenly feeling clouded his mind, sending his hips into autonomous movement. She couldn’t feel any worse, to be abused, or to be enjoying the rape against her body’s wishes.

The longest twenty minutes of hell passed and the man was pumping her at a faster pace, making her drips of juice splatter onto the floor. He had then lifted her legs above his shoulders in missionary, meat slapping her violently. Groans, moans, and the first words were heard from him.

Man: ‘I’m cumming!’

Whispering a soft ‘No’, the rapist hardly heard her but he had no intention of leaving even more DNA behind. He pushed himself off after a few strong thrusts and emptied his balls on her breasts, stomach and legs. He then zipped up and smoked a joint before leaving, staining her body with the smell of tobacco.

Rinnie recovered in an hour’s time and made her way home, still in a dilemma to tell someone about what happened to her.

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Train Quickie

Lyna was sitting beside me on the train ride to Joo Koon,  where I usually walked to my camp. Wearing a pink floral short dress, guys of all ages were sitting opposite us, feasting their eyes on her no matter how short their ride are. It was fairly packed but since we were not on the reserved seats, tiredness was haunting her, from the studying she did for the last paper for O levels tomorrow.

After we transfer to the west bound train at Jurong East, we stood for a few stops until we reached Boon Lay, were most passengers got off. She pulled me to the couple seats behind the train conductor’s door and covered both our thighs with her hand-knitted shawl. Naughty fingers had undid my zip and sneaked inside to stir the little monster awake. There were a few sleeping passengers, but they were too far away to see what she was up to. Once the cabins emptied themselves at Pioneer station, my jeans button came off and she was giving me a full handjob under the piece of cloth.

As usual, the train paused in the middle of the two stations (Joo Koon and Pioneer) to let the oncoming on to pass. One minute passed and Lyna was getting impatient. She stood up and adjusted my dick out of the boxers I wore, standing in full view of any sharp eyes.

Me: ‘Lyna! Are you sure?’

She lifted her dress above her hips and took her strings off. Coincidentally, the train’s cabins stopped at a curve which hid us from anyone looking in our direction. I moved the the edge of the seat and she sat over my excited rod. We immediately went onto our deed without considering how much time we had, her butt was slamming onto my thighs, stretching her pussy open and inwards, giving her the quickest fuck I could imagine.

After a few minutes, Lyna climbed onto the seats barefooted and lowered herself over me, in cowgirl’s position, and continued whacking my sore thighs (from the swim earlier). Not knowing how much time we had, she tightened her muscles for as long as she could, while enjoying the impaling of my spear. Suddenly, a train in the opposite direct shoot past us and a warm stream of juice flowed over my balls. At her tightest, she increased her pace to get me cumming almost immediately.

Me: ‘Lyna, I’m cumming!’

She hopped off me onto the floor silently and went down on me. A few seconds into her wet pink lips was all I needed to give her the reward she worked so hard for. Lyna was a rare girl who enjoyed the taste of cum and how warm it felt in her stomach. She slurped up whatever was overflowing and helped me got dressed. We were only 2 minutes away from Joo Koon, but it was more than enough for us to get dressed and cleaned up.

I left the train for her to return home on her own. She was still standing at the door pulling her dress sideways innocently to check if she would give herself away, a dark patch of wetness at the hemlines showed her she did. Parting way, pouting lips, she waved goodbye to me as I walked towards the nearest stairs, smiling gleefully as I reached into my bag to feel her wet G-strings.

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Oopsie

Does it turn you on when a girl comes out into the corridor in just an oversized t-shirt and seemingly nothing below? After wearing the boy shorts I bought for her a few times, she was pretty happy with the comfort and had something to confess a few things to me.

Baby: ‘There was one day I woke up and had to buy something downstairs. So I just went out after taking my wallet. It was only at the mama shop when I realised I looked like I wasn’t wearing any bottom. The shop uncle was staring at my legs while giving me my change – which was more than what I gave him. Anyway, I just took the money and left.’

Since it was ten in the morning when she went downstairs, too many eyes were on her and it made her uncomfortable, so she quickly scrambled back home to settle her hungry stomach. Nonetheless, she claimed it made her felt a little naughty and she was so tempted to keep teasing those lustful eyes. She did however went down again in the black skirt I gave her, pulling it higher to reveal more of her thighs.

Making her way to the bus stop sure gathered more lustful eyes onto her. She was a sex magnet, making hard ons point at her. The bus came a lot later and she boarded the bus, noticing the driver’s eyes between her legs as she climbed the steps. That lucky guy’s bus was those older ones, with a higher steps. Not too lucky though, since she was just wearing boy shorts below, darkened enough to keep the suspense ongoing. The bus had vertical seats behind the driver, which baby took her place on and needless to say, the two guys opposite her was giving the awkward faces as they struggled to keep their eyes off her skirt. For the trip, she didn’t cross her legs no matter how insecure she felt. The little triangular of mystery seemed so unbearable for the guys who boarded the bus whom had their eyes glued to her slender long legs, and those who stood and sat in front of her. ‘If only..’

As it reached Ang Mo Kio Interchange, she stood up and got off the bus to meet me in front of Mos Burger. Waiting there for about ten minutes, she didn’t realised her legs weren’t closed until I told her about it, giving the public going down the escalator a feast for their eyes. For the whole day, it was merely the darkness that made minds went wild. Not the colour or absence of panties, but the fun and thrill.

We went home I had to start pulling her boy shorts off in the lift, which she gave in to quickly, since she couldn’t resist the surprise attack. Once the door slammed behind us in my room, dickie escaped into pussy and her attempt to mute herself turned me on too much. I shall leave it to your imagination about the rest of the time we spent together.

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Sharing

Jovin needed one more person to be eligible for a S$45 trip to Bintan, and I needed a cheap getaway since my number of leave days weren’t unlimited. We arrived in the morning and since it was like those group-purchase discounted offers, we hardly had a clue about the accommodation plans, which meals did we have to pay on our own and what can we do if we decide not to follow the group. One of the staff brought us to our room and the two beds looked awesomely soft to jump onto.

Jovin: ‘I want the window view!’

Being the gentleman, I took the one nearer to the door and unpacked my chargers, since there weren’t too many pieces of clothes brought along. Having no plans till the evening time, Jovin stripped her sun dress to her cute lacy pink undies and strolled naturally into the bathroom, which boasts a tub big enough for two.  Under my blankets, blood was stirring into my dragon, waiting to be unleashed – if there was even such a chance.

After tapping away on my phone to update my location, the music blasting in the showers stopped and the door slid ajar. Her head then popped out, almost revealing her naked self.

Jovin: ‘Can pass me my clothes?’

I went over to her bed and took the stack topped with a yellow bra and thongs of matching colours to her.

Me: ‘Need help?’
Jovin: ‘Go to hell lah!’

After a few moments, she came back out in just her top and thongs, probably with bra on too. As  I was waiting for close to 30 minutes for her to be done, I was close to falling asleep. Suddenly, she pulled my blanket off the bed and jumped on me, landing perfecting with her butt over my mountain.

Jovin: ‘Wah lau! You are so horny ah?’
Me: ‘Uhh.. sorry?’
Jovin: ‘Say sorry for what? Hehe. I was quite glad that you could make it here with me. I was sort of getting wetter than what the bath made me.’

With that, she tugged my shorts off and stared blankly at my wide monster.

Jovin: ‘It’s so big.. and it’s moving on its own.’
Me: ‘Yeah. Pretty girl looking at it mah.’

She slid down my thighs and rested her head on the bolster beside my hips, watching it carefully while gently teasing it by poking and drawing strokes with her fingertips. She carefully held my foreskin with two fingers and pulled it down, to expose the surprisingly clean head (even I was surprised).

Jovin: ‘Even my boyfriend’s one isn’t as clean and nice as yours.’
Me: ‘Nice?’

Her small mouth then went over my little head and held it for a moment, to allow the salivating to moisten the trip downwards. Jovin was a freelance model, working part time in various high paying events like I.T. Show and cosmetics advertisements. Not your conventional tall, beautiful girl, but a petite, cute one that works best for game shows and events with children’s involvement. Her lips was of perfect thickness, brushing up against the mild veins and vessels pumping my dick full of blood. Her tongue was skilfully stroking the underside of my shaft, putting in extra attention to the groove where the shaft and head connects.

After five minutes of her heavenly fellatio, her soft small hands took over and we changed position. Her pillow supported her hips while I took her position, kneeling Japanese style between her arched legs. The height was perfect for appetiser. I worked my tongue all over her pussy, reaching as deep into her pussy as I could, flicking up and down the whole length of her slit. Finally, when she started to moan louder and taps started work to lubricate herself for penetration, I focused on her clit, sucking and rolling both my lips over it, pressing tight on to it before pulling my mouth away.

Jovin: ‘Come come, don’t lick anymore. I want you inside me now.’

She wrapped her arms around my neck and I prepared myself outside her entrance. Pulling herself up, we hugged tightly as I savoured the moment her pussy was split open by my dragon. The penetration was disrupted once I entered close to 75% of my full length, something was pushing against me very tightly, and it felt foreign.

Me: ‘Jovin, is this the maximum you can take me?’
Jovin: ‘I don’t know. It stops there every time.’
Me: ‘Hmm.. Okay. I’ll try pushing it deeper k?’

Her legs wrapped tightly around me and I pressed harder onto her freshly showered body, forcing the unexplored area open for my entry. Her head swung backwards as I kept my position to keep her open. Body started convulsing and I started pumping her. Everything was happening very wildly and I had to calm her down by pausing for many times, in case I lose control. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes passed without changing position, and my mind trying desperately not to cum to make this trip last a little longer.

Finally, as I tried pulling my dick out due to over-sensitivity, her calves pulled me back into the tightened walls and squeezed the trigger to my 6 – 7 rounds of sperms, loading into her like pressing on those squirt-type shampoo bottles. Jovin’s body arched backwards as her pussy went into a few rounds of orgasms. As her body trashed around a mildly, I went on to empty my remaining rounds by continuing to pump her, slurping my dick in and out of her wetness, going for the second round of clearing. Within the ten minutes I lasted for round two, her body was at its limit, tightness to a point my body screamed warning signs at me not to push in or pull out, for it may just explode again.

To beat that would means to cum, which I needed so I can let her rest and get some for myself too. My dick was about halfway out before I creamed into her, like a can of whip cream filling her to the brim, for that few drops to trickle down her pussy onto the sheets.

After a long pause, her motionless body went into slumber and I cleaned most of the mess up, giving her a simple wipe down and dressing her in the casual clothes. She slept till dinner time and I was there watching over her the whole while. She might be a little rebellious, but her happy and cute nature would make guys fall involuntarily in love with her, same to girls with an open and jovial character.

Jovin: ‘Did you help me put on my clothes? And you didn’t sleep?’
Me: ‘Yeah. So you won’t feel used? Haha. I’m not tired anyway.’

Dinner buffet ended with a few guys in their teens trying to hook up with Jovin, but they soon got turned off when she stayed close to me. We left as everyone did and went back to our room for the non-stop action we had in mind unanimously. Her pussy was still well lubricated with my cum when we started our night activities.

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Turning Sexy

Baby was a girl who had insecurities wearing skirts or dresses, though she claimed she felt better wearing dresses than short skirts. So, I went to Etsy and ordered boy shorts for her, along with a skirt that was made of a nice cotton and spandex material. Last week, she tried the shorts and it felt comfortable, intimately close but not too tight like panties, and more versatile than FBTs since it was not that thick and wide at the thighs.

We met yesterday and she wore both the shorts and skirt, with a cute monster print black t-shirt. Since she doesn’t have heels, she came in her usual pink slippers. It was quite a sight to behold, she felt natural in it without any awkwardness and I felt different from satisfied. I was far from satisfied, according to the tightness in my jeans.

Me: ‘I’m horny.’

I whispered into her ears outside Mos Burger of AMK Hub. She cheekily looked at me and grinned.

Me: ‘Let’s go for a walk before going to my place.’

I led her hand-in-hand to the upper floors where the cinemas were. Going past the capsule vending machines, I was looking forward to the door which movie-goers would exit from. Within just three minutes of waiting, the door flung open and the few audience walked out. Quickly stopping the door before it closed, I pulled her in and went down a flight of stairs, away from the window pane in the door below and even further away from the exit of the theater, so we could hear if anyone is coming our way.

There wasn’t much to do on her side, just bending over and awaiting the docking procedure. I was in a more troubled position, requiring me to undo my jeans and underwear. Braving the risk of invading privacy, I took off my shoes and jeans in record time, and put on a PT shorts and slippers I was carrying in my flight bag (which contained dirty laundry since I was heading home after book out). Putting the tight waist band below my five incher, I lifted her skirt up and lowered her shorts with my other hand.

With her hands free, baby used one to guide my sausage between her two slices of bread. As the self-producing ‘butter’ lubricated our abrasion, I increased my tempo with it, bearing in mind that her body gets wet slower and usually doesn’t produce juices. This time, however, her juices was dripping onto my slippers between her legs and we were reaching terminal velocity, ramming in and out of her without the elastic hindrance of her panties. I wasn’t keen in changing position as this (standing doggie) was her favourite and generally quickest to recover from if we were seen.

The rear humping lasted a short five minutes and I slowed to a controllable speed, just in case I lose the wheel and cause any accidents.

Baby: ‘Are you shooting?’

Me: ‘Yeah. You’re squeezing me so tightly.’

Baby: ‘Hehe.’

This little girl learnt to push her muscles together to make it extremely stimulating to force her tunnel open and squeezing me outwards so I have to thrust with a bit more effort. She gently pushed me out of her and turned around, kissing me passionately while she adjusted her shorts and skirt. Baby then squatted with her legs open to show me the moist part of the satin shorts material. Her mouth went around my pinky and sucked hard, slurping in and out as deep as possible, working her tongue in circles around my little head. I was caught tip-toeing in ecstasy while she increased her speed to send me shivering and sending warm whipped yoghurt into her mouth. Sealing tightly around the head, she tickled my pee hole lightly and took everything in her mouth.

Baby: ‘Hmm!’

I gave my baby girl a kiss and she spat the nutritional man essence in the middle of the steps. Licking her lips deliciously, we frenched for a while longer before going to clean ourselves up. Well, the bus ride home was quite uneventful, baby was discretely rubbing herself through the shorts beneath the skirt till we reached my room for another few wild rounds with just her skirt on.