Author: J

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Red Tide

WARNING! The story below contains depiction of blood (menses). Please proceed with caution.

Christel: ‘Kor, wake up.’
Me: ‘Yes? It’s just.. 4am and it’s a Sunday.’
Christel: ‘I’m having my menses.’
Me: ‘Then?’
Christel: ‘Just come.’

I followed my sister behind closely into the toilet and she removed her soiled panties. I wasn’t even sure what she wanted me to do, since it was her period. Nonetheless, her cleaning up was making me a little horny, but the blood was getting into the way of my thoughts. After she placed her soiled bottoms into the laundry basket, she removed her pink nightie and hanged it on the wall.

Me: ‘Christel, what am I here for?’
Christel: ‘Kor, help me wash up.’

She lifted my shirt and I obliged, stripping down to nothing and rinsing her body with warm water. It took a little more effort to clean her up, still, she was my sister and I couldn’t leave her mess to herself. After we were done, a single stream of blood was still flowing down her legs.

Christel: ‘My stomach. Ouch! Let’s wait for a while for it to stop so I can put on a pad.’

My 14 years old little sister was standing in front of me, while I scrubbed her back. And now, she bent down in front of me to reach for her pussy, washing the blood away as it came. Both of us knew it would take some time.

Me: ‘Christel, stay where you are.’

I stroked my semi-interested penis to hardness and the slight contact with her opening was preparing her mentally for what’s about to come. With patience, she waited whilst I achieved maximum density. Then her sweet voice came into the squishing sound of the body soap I used to start my rod.

Christel: ‘Ahhh.. ahh.. ‘
Me: ‘What are you moaning for?’
Christel: ‘To help you get hard faster? It’s not just blood below now.’

She tilted forward and thin strands of her cum was dripping onto the floor, pinkish in colour. True enough, little sister was getting hornier as the waiting got longer. I quicken my pace and it was big enough to do the job.

I pulled her hips closer to me and pierced into her glory hole. Wasting no time, I pumped her as fast as I could, since there was no one except my older sister, who was sound asleep from the drinking she had. *piak piak piak* Echoed through the tiny shower in our house, my dick was covered in blood, but that was where the superb lubrication came into play. Christel was high, more than usual, her juice was busy diluting the bloody mess but that was the least of our concerns. This time felt different from any other, she was tight – damn tight.

The cramps she had was painful but as a brother, I was doing my job to ease the pain, using pleasure. Sad to say, the tightness was causing me unbearable ecstasy and the whole scene was soon to come to an end.

Christel: ‘Kor! Are you cumming soon? I can feel it. Slow down, slow down.’

I did as she asked and went into the controlled pace, with me spending more time ‘inside’ her than pounding. 4am was a time that if my body was horny, it would want to get the deed done with and over. But my sister wasn’t so easily satisfied, because as long as her menses continued, her sex drive would be higher too. This was just the opening ceremony.

She climbed onto the toilet cover and opened her legs wide, massaging her clit as her pussy gasped for a rest. My dick was still twitching from the over-excitement, but left alone. After a minute or so, Christel took me by my hand and guided my dick back where it belonged. I hammered the life out of her and barely five minutes, she felt the thrusters working and I was more than ready to cum.

Me: ‘Inside?’

She squeezed her pussy tighter for my answer and as I passed the point-of-no-return, warm thick sperms creamed into her, like how a can of whipped cream would, in pulses, with much harder force. For the sensitivity was over-bearing, I stayed in her as my dick twitched lifelessly.

Pulling myself out was quite a pity and a relieve. With pre-cum mix of blood and juice, the remains splattered onto the floor. Of course, the same blend inside her pussy was also oozing out, flowing from the seat onto the ceramics of the toilet. We washed ourselves up again and her bleeding had stopped by then, allowing her to put on the one of many pads she will be using.

Tucking cosily into my chest, Christel fell asleep soon and the scent from her was making me feel all safe and secure. Who wouldn’t give his sister his everything? Incest? I know, wrong. But just like when guys cum, there is a moment when doing anything would not stop the ejaculation. Since we’ve past that moment, why not ride on the sensitivity and pleasure till the end? There will be another point in time when it has to end.

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Confusion in Office

Sarah don’t even know why was she feeling this way. The guy she barely knew, standing behind her, plunging his rod deep into her, sending waves of pleasure into her unwilling body, clearly enjoying the freshness and leeching on her desire to be filled. Did the unconscious act of ‘trying to push him out’ created a tightness that the bizarre sex so satisfying? Her fingers that were below massaging her clit to relax wasn’t helping, instead, turning her on even more. The pain came from the depth, the pleasure came from the speed, every powerful thrust was sufficient to knock her out, but the quick pulling out was keeping her awake. As much as a slut she was, she didn’t like how dirty it made her feel.

The ‘unfortunate’ incident happened when she thought it was safe to change in her cubicle at work. It wasn’t the first time Sarah did it, but it was just one of the few rare occasions when she was invited to club at events like friend’s birthday. And the guy she barely knew was in another department, the I.T. side. Despite the different level allocated, the Sales and I.T. side do have some relation, especially when equipments break down. A bunch of the guys had girls they fantasize about in the Sales side, so they installed spy cameras which was easily viewable at their desks since the cables run everywhere.

Sarah was changing from her usual blouse and pants into a satin wrap skirt and a purple off-shoulder top. Larry, who was working overtime, saw her braless and pantyless and couldn’t control himself any longer. She had a habit of not wearing panties since people could tell through her tight skirt. Going commando was her style, but no one knew – until Larry came along. He dashed with Olympic timing to where her cubicle was and sneaked behind her. Disregarding any thoughts of sanity, he grabbed her the moment she stood up after wearing her 4-inch heels. Sarah screamed, but there was no one around to even hear her, let alone save her. Never once she thought such things would happen to her, since she always goes to club with friends, and they were just about to arrive to pick her up. If only she arranged to meet earlier.

Larry ripped the off-shoulder to her waist and allowed her breasts to bounce obscenely free, his strong arms had already pinned her to the table to restrict her arms movement. He then pulled her skirt and watched it dropping to the ground in his favour.

Larry: ‘Slut.’

He lifted one of her legs to a side onto the rolling office chair and took a moment to free his bird. It didn’t matter if she was wet enough, his pre-cum was already forming on his tip. He forced himself into her and found a slight wetness inside, which made the rest of the work easier. He was slamming into her, enjoying the service of this young commando slut, sadly blessed with a body everybody wants to fuck. Sarah was moaning before she even realised it. Her body had given in to his mindless pounding, admitting that this was exactly what she wanted by dressing up that way.

Her body wanted attention, no. Her pussy wanted attention. Her nipples were the ones waving, and her slit was waiting for a french kiss by a strong penis. His member was long, thick and hot unlike her boyfriend’s. It was like a key, going it and out of a lock, made to fit, the one and only. Just that it was six inches long. Juices was already being squeezed out of her pussy, and her breasts were sore from the pressure. But she knew it has to be over one way or another.

With her fingers massaging between her legs, the sudden tightness sucked the life out of Larry and she thrust her hips backwards, throwing him off his balance onto the floor and letting his thick cum spray wastefully onto the carpet.

Sarah: ‘You should die fucker!’

She ended his father’s day by stepping on his flaccid dick while he was trying to get up. You guys can imagine which part of the heels she used right? Sarah pulled up her skirt and put on the top she wore for work with a pair of panties she carried in her bag. Somehow, there was more tears than blood from Larry.

Fortunately, the cameras were discovered and taken down, with Larry and friends thrown into jail. Sure, there are some girls who seemed to be asking to get raped. But sadly, the word ‘seemed’ is the reason to keep thoughts and fantasies in heads.

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Waisted

A dirty book is rarely dusty. – Anonymous
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Slumber Party

A warming energy travelled down Clarissa’s nose, to her small mouth painted in a glossy pink lipstick, moving across her yellow halter bikini top, tingling the areola. Well, that was just the beginning of an adventure which will bring her senses for a wild ride. The two-level chalet near Changi Beach was jointly shared with two other couples, whom the girls (BFFs) brought along to help carry their stuffs, huge portions of food and do the cooking. Luckily, Eric and Benjamin were nice guys. With no intention to involve their boyfriends, these three guys (including me) were merely friends, at least on the surface. We, three, guys were sharing jokes and gossiping as we slaved away cooking and bringing food to the girls. Much of the day passed with enjoyable moments laughing and tickling while strolling on the beach, swimming in the lap pool and ending with a barbecue.

Clarissa and her two friends, Rel and Choi Ying were close friends, to an extent they even fantasized about sharing guys together, but thankfully, such a situation had not happened with their different taste for guys. Anyone could easily tell that their family backgrounds were similar, from their courteous upbringing, to their selective choice of clothes and outfits. Standing at 178, Choi Ying was the tallest among them, owning a toned body from the netball practices. Rel, was slightly shorter, but her slim frame made her a living fantasy of any men. Her waist was one you could easily picture holding while in doggie style, no matter in a cramped public toilet or on the bedsheets. Her skin was also one you could drop her dress with no resistance, especially on her baby face which innocence will turn you on even more. Clarissa was quite the tiniest of them, but don’t let that small frame trick you into thinking she was easily dominated. At 165, her mystically slender limbs contained power and speed that guys had problems matching in the pool. Okay, now that I am done introducing them, let me proceed.

The scent from the vaporizer Eric brought wasn’t a normal one. The girls were soon stirring in the bed to ease the sexual urge that was building up, forcing their minds to seek relieve between their legs. But with these three guys sleeping mere inches away on the mattress beside, it was impossible to get off without a single bit of moans escaping.

Clarissa wasn’t going to wait any longer. She hopped out of bed in her oversized white Singapore Poly T-shirt and a pair of red FBT shorts, came to my side and sat beside, ready to go out for a walk. Little did this ladies know, Eric had ‘prescribed’ a mild stamina drug to us, and went on as planned, to start the aroma ‘therapy’.

Clarissa: ‘Hey, you asleep? I can’t sleep. Could you accompany me for a walk?’

Even my half-closed eyes could make out the erection under her shirt, well, I was just pretending to be asleep. None of us could with that raging hard on in our pants. There was no hiding. I agreed and slipped on our beach footwear and left the building which was filling up with pheromones. Her icy cold hands met mine on the way to the coast and I guess my warmth was all she needed.

Me: ‘The sea smells so nice. Why don’t we go for a dip?’

She was already wet, just short of a place to free herself. Maybe this was what she needed.

Clarissa: ‘But I don’t have my bottoms.’

Me: ‘Just go bottomless? The water is quite clean.’

Clarissa: ‘Then you go bottomless too!’

There was no lights nor people around. The empty lifeguard post served as our pick-up point for our shorts. My erection was seriously making me awkward as it swung left and right. I pulled her hand and paced into the cold water, wading out into the sea. Not too far out though, we wouldn’t want to be swept into ocean. Clarissa’s arms were around my neck to weigh ourselves down from the underwater currents, as we clung onto each other, I felt her toes gripping my dick. She was really on her toes this time huh?

Clarissa: ‘Someone’s horny huh?’

Her big and index toe began moving up and down, inflicting a slight pain as the rough waters made her movements random. The mixture of pain, cold water, and pleasure was new, but subjectively appealing. I was rendered helpless as my hands couldn’t reach her, meaning she had total control of me for a while. This while didn’t lasted long as the choppy waters calmed, and so did she.

Like a koala bear, she manoeuvred around in front of me and slipped lower slightly to the perfect height for penetration. With some space between our genitals, I guided my ship into harbour which welcomed me with warmness. The journey to the centre of her was a smooth and easy one, well-lubed with the blend of nature-made fluid. She started bouncing up and down, generation micro-waves that followed a rhythm. As my dick went in and out of this legged mermaid, my middle finger was behind her, and drilling into her virgin ass.

Her pussy tightened about threefold as I eased my finger in and out, close to three finger bones deep. The pressure of her vagina was perfect to speed things up even more, causing tiny whirlpools to form around us. The water temperature could have well rose with this two sex-filled mortals procreating in the middle of the night. The waves helped the thrusts to reach deep into her, buoyancy assisting her up-down movements to be much harder.

Clarissa: ‘Why don’t you seem to be cumming despite how tight I’ve gotten? Oh god, your fingers are getting me wild.’

Our deep-sea adventure lasted for as long as I remembered with no signs of tiredness nor concern for the world. But all good things have to come to an end right? The thirty minutes of time bomb had finished counting down and had to blow.

Me: ‘Clare, I am about to cum. Where do I…’

She pushed herself off my blood / sperm filled dick and disappeared into the water, then devouring my stick into her mouth, and continued the warm treatment, which felt crazy in contrast to the temperature of the sea. In the fifteen seconds or so she was down there, her sucking was as fast as the resistance allowed, and that was all I needed for the launch.

My hands gripped her hair and pulled her mouth closer in, squirting the precious swimming organisms down her throat. She unhurriedly slid her mouth out and emerged at the surface, with a smile. Splashing water at her face and lips, there was no need to see if she swallowed. The depth was at such a level it would all neatly flowed like water down her gullet.

After a bit more frolicking, we left the beach and headed back to the bedroom, just in time to find the two couples interlocked in some oral fun positions. Of course, we didn’t interrupt and made our way to the kitchen for more dry land pounding. Then again, how could I resist going back and topped a few more droplets of the ‘magic’ essence into the vaporizer.

I hope Clarissa didn’t notice the few drops of concentrate into her drink before we went crazy for the second time in the night.

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Wrong Side

Like any other guy, girls in FBTs would draw attention and there she was, walking leisurely in front of me in the lesser visited store. It was an impulse to visit Art Friends to replenish my already-overwhelming stockpile of fancy paper.

Me: ‘Excuse me.’

I tapped on her strong shoulder and she turned around outside Mos Burger. Her pretty face was gentle, with a dash of schooling stress. Similar to any school girls you would see wearing casually to get something at the mama shop. I needed to send a message to her fast, before anymore embarrassment accumulated.

I nudged her to a corner and whispered not too closely in case I scared her.

Me: ‘I think you wore your shorts the wrong way.’

She stared down and dare not look up at me.

Me: ‘You should quickly correct it. I think some other people saw.’
Girl: ‘Could you cover me? I’ll just change here. There are no cameras around.’

True enough, there was none. She turned me around to face her and she pulled her FBTs down – pantyless.

Me: ‘Aren’t you afraid? Or at least shy?’
Girl: ‘You must have been watching me long enough to notice it, and I seriously didn’t think I could be so clumsy.’

She quickly flipped her shorts around and noticed the vigour growing in my pants. I wasn’t someone who would dress up to go anywhere, let alone town.

Girl: ‘Thanks. I’m Victoria. You?’
Me: ‘I’m Singapore. Kidding. I’m J.’
Victoria: ‘It’s your turn to get awkward huh? With that bulge.’

Not sure if she realised she just served me a downblouse, but the pair of big pau sized goodness, encased by a lacy translucent black bra was the triggering factor. She was portrayed as a kinky slut in my mind. Focusing back fast on her, my face glowed red and heat was all going to my cheeks.

Me: ‘Sorry. I couldn’t help it with that lace.’
Victoria: ‘Oops. Okay. This is getting awkward. Shall we go somewhere else?’

The seats outside the restaurant by the corner was where we rested, talking about her bravery and adventurous spirit. Victoria didn’t seem to think too much of it, compared to the ease and convenience of ‘shopping in comfort’.

Beside the restaurant was lifts, and across were the toilets. I guess that was all that’s on my mind. Not sure about her though, so why not find out? I excused myself to go to the loo and asked if she wanted to wait for me outside. Her answer wasn’t one I expected, it was better.

Victoria: ‘I could use it too.’

Luck was on my (our?) side. No one was around, so I figured the next move was to enter the handicap one. Since it’s fit for both genders and enough space for two person of different genders as well. Pushing into it, I went in and held the door open, looking at her with all my courage stuck for a second, in my throat.

Me: ‘You coming in?’

Skipping all waiting moments, she came in and I locked the door, tugging it to double check our privacy.

Victoria: ‘You first? You’re in more discomfort than I am.’

True enough, the bulge was getting too obvious and to restrain it any longer would result in a catastrophic hormone rage. I unbuttoned my pants and it fell onto the floor. Her eyes was watching through the mirror, at the throbbing beast.

Me: ‘I can’t per like this. Help?’

Her shorts and top went off and strewn onto my shorts I kicked away. Bending over the basin, she took her comb and tidied her hair. Be it intentional or accidental, her hips was perched at the perfect angle. Rubber or no rubber didn’t matter. I stood behind her and filled her in. The sheer tightness and wetness drove all my senses into red alert, pushing the ‘stop’ button to hold back my burst of cum.

Me: ‘You’re tight!’
Victori:: ‘Serious? Means you got me really horny too. Cause my body response to skilful teasing more than physical ones. Your lucky day I guess.’

She couldn’t be more right. It WAS my lucky day. My stick went on to do its work. While her pussy got tortured gracefully by the size of me, stroking her insides thoroughly, giving the most fulfilling clean job. Doggie was her favourite position, as her G-spot was right at the end of her tunnel. Every thrust stimulated it, and she would bend her back even lower, taking all the pleasure.

As the seconds ticked away, my pacing was tougger hard to maintain and the times where I had to slow down was getting frequent. Fortunately, her body was receiving too much of the madness that she had to end it and rest.

Victoria: ‘Finish it boy.’

The longest slow lane was ending and the expressway was in sight. My dick took a pause inside her as the sensitivity dropped drastically. I needed more time.

Me: ‘Ready? Are you sure?’
Victoria: ‘Just give it to me already! Or do you want me to extract it out of you?’

Her perspiring flushed face was giving a grin across her lips as she finished her sentence. I don’t know what it meant, but I would definitely want to be the one ending this. Closing her legs slightly, her slit got even closer around my meat.

I gathered all my energy and rammed her hard, moans muffled by her hands over her mouth, slapping sounds from our genitals were barely echoing in the well ventilated cubicle. Every out stroke was stretched longer by yanking it almost out, and injecting back into the abyss. Within a minute, the head got so worked up with sensitivity that I knew it was micro-seconds away from filling her up.

Me: ‘Where do I unload?’
Victoria: ‘Mouth!’

The withdrawal cocked the revolver ready, and as her warm mouth sent my dick into another darkness, her tongue welcomed the incoming juice with a tickle, along with a mild suction. My shaft gave its all and shot every single rounds I had. And as very squirt, her face buried deep into my pubic, milking me with the swallowing reflex of her throat.

Thirty seconds later, I was done. Victoria got up and combed her hair once more, before putting on her shorts, in the correct direction, followed by her t-shirt.

Victoria: ‘Not relieving yourself?’
Me: ‘Huh? Didn’t you just helped me?’

We exited the toilet and resumed our shopping. After that, we went our separate way, keeping the unusual encounter in the darkest and naughtiest part of our minds.

*What’s this slip of paper doing in my bag?*