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Outfield Joy

Me: ‘How long do you think we have to be here for?’

Nasri: ‘I don’t know. Maybe till late at night?’

It’s just ten in the morning, and this very training took place at a natural reserve park at Lower Mandai. It was going to take a whole day of manning a communication radio to facilitate the training. Having our spot set up under a low canopy, it was secretive enough to avoid detection since no one was supposed to walk into our area. (Hint: Along the path to Rifle Range)

Then, something obvious came to our minds. It was a public park, and there would be civilians here. A pair of Caucasian ladies in their mid-thirties were jogging. It was their chance to take a break from the traffic and work in this leafy forest. As we prepared our area for the exercise, a pair of Caucasians in their teens were running in our direction, with our equipments and uniform getting their attention.

Girl: ‘Morning guys. What’s happening here?’

Nasri: ‘We’re setting up the equipments for training.’

Girl2: ‘Wow! That’s cool! So what are these?’

We had a long chat and learnt a few things about them. The two of them were sisters, thus explaining the blond hair of the same shade, and the two of them were born in minutes’ difference. Their daily run gave them the shapely contour and even the sports bra they wore could hardly hide their perky nipples, let alone hold their F cups breasts.

The best part? Their parents brought them here for a long holiday, having booked a suite at the clubhouse nearby to themselves (just a room for the two girls). Having the whole day to themselves, they decided to have a peaceful jog in the woods.

Their company certainly made our work easier, as we got closer sharing our lives. Then, one of them, Rae, asked us a daring question. It too, explained a lot about their openness.

Rae: ‘Since you guys spend long weeks in camp, and there are no girls in there, how do you relief yourselves?’

Knowing that it was a chance to be cheeky, I gave the best answer that popped into my mind.

Me: ‘When we meet pretty girls like you!’

Reia gave a smile and turned serious. Maybe my statement was too much.

Reia: ‘Ever did it out here?’

None of us men in green had an answer. Cause it could get messy if we were caught. But I could tell the two of them were serious, so I said no.

Rae: ‘Our boyfriends aren’t around to help us out either. And we haven’t tried it outdoors too. Maybe the four of us should do something fun.’

The same thoughts were ringing in our bodies, just that no one expressed it verbally. All of us got up and went deeper into the forestation, stopping at a well camouflaged clearing, yet offered enough space to maintain watch on our equipments.

The two girls pulled their track pants down and perched their ass backwards, holding on to a fallen tree trunk for support. It seemed like they were yearning for it as well, tempting us with their nether.

Wasting no time, I unbuttoned my pants and whipped out my blood-filled penis, fully pumped up to savour some foreign pussy. I stood behind Rae and fingered her pussy to wetness. Sinking my digits deep inside, she was telling me how much she needed it with the tightness she applied.

I don’t know why I picked her, probably due to her height, which was just right for me. Nasri had the hots for Reia though, from the moment they spoke to us, possessing a slightly longer hair and a floral tattoo imprinted on her shoulders. I find girls with tattoos hot too, but in this case, not on their fair complexion.

Anyway, I got to business and plugged my dick into the opening. She had quite a wide slit, possibly caused by the size of her boyfriend, or that blondes were simply designed this way. Still, the wetness and her use of the vagina muscles made my lose my balance and had to tug against her hips to reach the depth.

Both their moans were well controlled as we banged them as hard as we could. Despite our efforts to enforce noise discipline, nature couldn’t stop the sounds of the slapping sounds. The two girls then turned around after a while, spreading their legs wide for a full frontal attack.

Rae (whom I was ‘working out’ with) placed one of her legs on the log and took all of my hard work in, tilting her head back in ecstasy. The womanly scent of her body was such a turn on. You know, the aroma that girls gives off no matter if they were perspiring or not? Well, I could totally feel the end of the celestial experience by then.

Nasri: ‘You cumming soon?’

Me: ‘Yeah. About now?’

I continued my forceful thrusts and withstood Rae’s last vaginal squeeze. That being the last straw, I pulled it out at the same time as Nasri did. Not wanting to take the chance to have kids all over the globe, I directed the hot fudge onto her beautiful pussy and gave it a good coat between her butt.

We all suited up and paused for a while to sense any movements, which would mean someone was watching. Thankfully, there was none detected. They joined us back at our site after taking a moment to adjust their hair and composure, and continued the chit chat session.

Reia: ‘We don’t wear our underwear when we run so it wouldn’t get too warm below. But this time, I guessed it still got too hot.’

They would shave each other often and even get each other off. The topics we discussed got so heated up that they offered us handjobs in exchange for our fingers. Hehe. Get it? At one time, the two blondes even swallowed our sperms as a challenge.

In short, the few hours of companionship was well spent, with not a single trace of radio contact. Though we were exhausted, our little heads had a secret no one else would know.

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Good Vibrations

The short denim skirt Winnie wore kept her hands at the hemline, trying not to let it slide up unintentionally. The bus wasn’t crowded as it was just nine in the morning of a weekday. She had an appointment with her orthodontist to finally remove those braces of hers, which worked for 2 years to perfect her teeth. Now, she could say she looked the best on the whole of the bus. With straight white teeth underneath a natural luscious pink lips designed only for sipping, not drinking. And if she smiled, it would melt anybody’s heart into pure love – or lust. There would always be this hint of cheekiness or playfulness whenever she looks at someone. Lowering of her face, and looking innocently upwards to guys she speaks to, never fails to turn them on, no matter how decent they ‘claim’ they are.

The attire she was in, a cardigan over the short tube top which could easily reveal her 25 inch waist if she stretched, was attracting more eyes than she could handle. As the bus 851 travelled further, less people were on it and the few males left were seated sparingly, with one right in front of her. Gluing her eyes to her iPhone reading the newly bought Steve Job’s biography e-book, her legs relaxed slightly and the old geezer in front of her was staring. Looking without so much a blink at the baby pink cotton strings she wore, wrapping against her pussy so tightly the cameltoe was pretty obvious.

As the bus entered the high traffic area, short drive and brakes were constantly felt, but on top of that, is the strong vibrations older SMRT buses had. Whenever it stopped, the vibrations would be stronger near to the wheels and engine. For Winnie, it was unknowingly turning her on. The tightness of her underwear was barely breathable, yet comfortable enough to get wet in. About 40 pages into the book, she felt her panties wetting, with a dirty old guy sitting opposite her still looking with a hard on. What COULD Winnie do?

Knowing the more she kept her legs together, the wetness would seep downwards and make a patch on her skirt. Since the guy already saw what was under, it didn’t matter if he saw less. Crossing her legs were quite out of the picture as her legs would extend to the man. Winnie slouched lower, and opened her legs a little more, allowing the light from the morning light onto her panties, which started the guy’s stroking of his bulge.

Winnie quickly selected the ‘Aphrodisiac’ app on her Arc and randomly read a story, coincidentally related to public exhibitionism. She was a very intellectual person, so it wasn’t that difficult to turn herself on to the maximum. Her panties turned damp within a few minutes and she was just so close to rubbing herself to an orgasm. But just as her hand reached onto her skirt with her iPhone, the man turned away and shivered. Yes, you could guess what happened.

The guy did not turn back but instead alighted at the next stop bending over as though he had a stomach ache (with a hand on his pants?). Anyway, Winnie kept the edge of her iPhone on her panties and started a vibrator app, delivering one intense orgasm before heaving a sigh of relieve. As she packed her phone away, she snuggled into her seat and covered herself properly this time, with her cardigan.

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Playing A Fool

Clarissa: ‘You want to fuck one of my friends?’

Me: ‘Are you crazy? You’re more than enough to handle!’

Clarissa: ‘No. I really mean it. I don’t really like her, Xing Ni. And I want to see her wish come true.’

Me: ‘I don’t get you.’

Clarissa: ‘She once admitted, during a game of truth and dare, that one of her fantasies was to get raped.’

Me: ‘Okay. Now I get it. But that will get me into trouble. No way I’ll do it.’

Clarissa: ‘You just wait and listen. I already told her that she will be getting a surprise, quite out of this world – an experience. I even made her promise not to tell anyone, or I’ll expose the time when she got naked in front of guys during one of the dares.’

Me: ‘Haha. You’re crazy! But sounds like you’ve had it all planned. Where will we be doing it?’

Clarissa: ‘At my place of course! She’s been there a few times. And that would be the only place you can enjoy in peace right?’

Me: ‘What? No way. What if she decides to report me? And how are you going to explain my presence?’

Clarissa: ‘Haha! Don’t worry. I’ll lure her in there. Girls are easy to cheat right?’

Me: ‘I didn’t say that.’

We planned for a bit more and waited for the next day which it would be executed. It was simple, and it would probably succeed with me behind bars. No guy would even think about it, even if there is a possibility of getting free fucks for life from a pretty girl. The back up plan was to explain how she wanted to bring her (Xing Ni) out for a meal, and I would be her boyfriend for the day. she would then sneak up behind Xin Ni and cover her eyes, giving her directions to the bed after which I would then umm.. do my task.

So, much of the day passed without any surprises, and as expected, Xing Ni went home with Clarissa to try out new dresses and chit chat about guys. I was positioned under her queen sized bed, on the empty sliding compartment for extra mattresses.

Clarissa: ‘Time for your surprise. Keep your eyes close and walk.’

Xing Ni: ‘Hmm.. on your bed?’

Clarissa: ‘Hehe. Make yourself comfy and wait a while. I’ll bring your surprise to you.’

Xing Ni: ‘What is it?’

Clarissa: ‘No peeping! Use this to cover your eyes.’

She went to switch the lights off after handing her the scarf, and closed the door, bringing the room to darkness except for the glow under the curtains, which kept the corridor lights out. I crawled out under and got beside the bed, I was prepared to secure her hands and Clarissa was on standby to remove her clothes. The silent countdown was the defining moment of my future.

Holding her hands down with my two hands, Clarissa pulled her sport shorts and panties off at the same time, preparing her naked bottom. The poor girl was so shocked she couldn’t even scream, muted by fear. Her legs tried to close but by then, Clarissa lifted her legs for my viewing, which she did by wrapping another scarf by the knees and pulling toward her shoulders. Up till now, she hasn’t heard or seen me, still (willingly?) blindfolded.

Clarissa: ‘She’s yours now. And Xing Ni, don’t you want this?’

I guided my dick into her dry cave and started moving inwards slowly, realizing she got wet from the thought of getting raped. Further wanting to humiliate her, I lifted her shirt and pinched her nipples hard, sending her into a series of the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard. If only I had the means to record them down.

Me: ‘You are getting so wet while being raped. A horny slut aren’t you? Let the little demon in you out now.’

Her pussy was lubricated well enough for sex and I moved along, grinding her to the musically sounding moans most of the time instead of the intercourse. As I did my job, Clarissa was talking to her, telling her how ugly this could get if more people knew. Xing Ni was crying, but stopping before I cum wasn’t part of the plan. Oral was out of the picture since I couldn’t risk losing my fathers’ day. On a random note, I wasn’t using a condom so Xing Ni could be in fear for a long long time.

She stopped her tears and started enjoy the crime, eyes rolling backwards as her pussy tightened itself for the x-th number of orgasms which no one bothered to kept track. The floor around our privates were wet, not due to perspiration, but her juice which was flowing non-stop.

I went to work diligently for about ten more minutes and decided to end this ordeal for Xing Ni. Though I was about to speed up and cum, Clarissa had already freed her legs and they were around my hips, pulling me towards herself as the tightness squeezed the life out of me, sending the shaft pumps to work, delivering my proteins deep into her.

She held my hips close and her vaginal walls were still working, ‘swallowing’ and squeezing, channelling the ‘need-more’ signs to me. I was dried out, in the wildest and most dangerous fantasy ever made real. I pulled my shorts up and left, with the door closed so Clarissa could do the clean up.

Clarissa: ‘Did you like it?’

Xing Ni looked at her with teary eyes and a messy head of hair. They hugged for a moment and I guessed that they had became good friends (or BFFs) again? That was how the night ended. And sure enough, Xing Ni wasn’t going to report or even attempted to hint it at anyone.

Did she like it?

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Occasional Routine

It was a usual day of school for 15 years old Kathy, but once in a while, she would skip school, together with one or two ‘sisters’ of hers. She would log onto IRC and scout around the #sex or #teens channel for willing men who would pay her for a handjob or even just to fondle her. After the deed, S$100 and more, depending which of the service the men picked, would appear in her pocket mysteriously. This market was unorthodox, one which no one would mention. It started when one of her seniors, Cassie, an ‘ah lian’, tempted Kathy for a job, well-paying and easy. Heck, it was even quick. It didn’t take long for these two girls to become close friends who would look through pictures sent by guys who were looking to pay a student in uniform to jerk them off. Cassie even brought her for a preview during one of the meet with an awesome looking guy in his twenties.

Still, it took a couple of days for Kathy to convince herself. And finally, Cassie brought her to a staircase landing of a nearby block of flats for the first deal of her life. A man in his thirties was watching Kathy with his eyes wide opened, like the wolf, on red riding hood. He wasn’t too bad-looking, but the following actions ruined her impression of him. He unzipped his pants and took his disgustingly pinky length penis out, no wider than a test tube. It even reeked of pee smell as Cassie forced Kathy’s hand onto it.

Cassie: ‘Hurry. I’ll keep a look out.’

She disappeared behind the flight of stairs below them, and cigarette smell were in the air. She held his dick with three fingers and started jerking him.

Guy: ‘I’m Jimmy.’

Kathy: ‘Okay. I’m Kathy.’

Jimmy: ‘You’re good.’

She was merely shaking a ‘mechanical pencil’. The whole deal lasted approximately twenty minutes, but it seemed like hours to her. Still, his dick finally streamed cum out of the pee hole like a toothpaste tube. The stench got worse and Kathy had to hold her breath as he paid her. He put on his pants and left the place, while Kathy doused her hands with Dettol.

Cassie: ‘How? Easy money right? Just go to the shopping centre and wash up.’

Kathy did. And for the next few months, she just followed Cassie around as she either sucked or jerked, depending on the cleanliness. This job was getting easier, since worst-case-scenario would be a handjob. There was no need to have sex. That was about it all for how she started. Let’s get back to the day where she skipped school.

*flashing tab*

Ben: Care to intro?
Kathy: 15f chi
Ben: cash?
Kathy: Yes. bj. hj.
Ben: FJ?
Kathy: No.
Ben: Stay?
Kathy: Sengkang. Fernvale Lane.

Details were exchanged and she decided Fernvale Lane to be her workplace for today.  Packing a bottle of Dettol hand wash, water and iPhone into her bag, she left and sat at the isolated staircase where she was always stationed. Creaking sounds were heard and Ben appeared. It was a quick and straight-to-the-point job. Kathy sat him down, and removed her FBTs and white cotton panties in front of him. She was still in her school uniform, which was the whole point of the high payout. She planted her lips on his and started to unbuckle his pants, while his hands roamed around her body, hastily to her pussy, which was made wet with a little KY.

Ben went down a few steps and proceeded to lick her pussy, which was a totally great idea. She could get off, and get paid. His skilful tongue sent three waves of orgasms through her, and got juices flowing. Once in a while, Kathy would be tempted to fuck her clients when they were real good. But that was the very line she could not cross (even though she packed condoms in case).

She swapped places with Ben and went on to the handjob. He showered and was clean. He brought S$300 for a blowjob by this SYT, yet he could pull away two pieces of hundred dollars anytime if Kathy decided to give a handjob instead. Going for the big money, her lips wrapped around the dickhead and went down on him. Slurping the excess saliva which she could never stop from flowing down his penis, catching onto his pubs. She sucked him tightly, and quickly, knowing that her job was to get him to cum quickly.

Deep throat was a bonus she reserved, for those who couldn’t cum, or tries to be funny controlling themselves. She used it on Ben and he did what Kathy wanted him to – cum. His juices fired into the back of her throat, sending them directly down her throat without tasting. She swallowed a few times to get rid of the sticky sperms which stuck to her throat, but was fine otherwise.

Kathy: ‘Three hundred and fifty.’

Ben knew what the extra was for, but he did it. A well-bodied girl, sucking him to heavens, then using her mouth as pussy to drain him of cum, which was considered more of a detox so that his balls could make fresh ones. Nonetheless, the difference between those freelance (FL) and Kathy was just one factor – age.

The next SMS came from a regular who lived around that area, and was as skilful as Ben, requesting a two-shots package from Kathy. Here, money comes rollin’ in.

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Sky Roof

Me: ‘Risa, I’ve got the keys to the sky roof.’
Clarissa: ‘You’re kidding me!’
Me: ‘No I’m not.’

I swung the bunch of keys with my index finger like a helicopter’s rotor. That bunch of keys would unlock the door to the sky lab, which few knew existed on NYP’s highest roof. Well, it was more of a room with telescope and some astrology equipment. I was once handed those keys to retrieve some hard disks of data, and smart (stupid) me immediately went to duplicate a set – for emergency like this.

Please note that this entry was written from memory, it didn’t occur just yesterday. So don’t expect the roof or locks to be the same.

It was close to sunset, but it didn’t matter anyway. The roof out of anybody’s sight, and even if the closest flats or dormitories could see, the few room erected up there would block their view. Total discretion, also good for any controversial experiments running up here.

Clarissa was one of my group mate for most of our course’s modules. She was an attractive girl to start off with, taller than me at 1.68. And yet lighter than me, at 45kg. Not to skinny, nor too meaty. We developed our fuck buddy relationship under a weird situation, a feet tease. At one of the pair work in communication skill, she turned her chair (in front) around to face me. Since there were other students right beside us, our waist-down was well obstructed. Her heels accidentally brushed against my hairy legs and downwards to my slippers. She removed her heels and her toes toyed with mine, squeezing and caressing, stepping and even more stroking.

I sat closer to the table and her legs went between my shorts. Yeah. I was quite a casual dresser even though the school banned shorts and slippers. There, the teacher was telling us the importance of focusing and picking out critical words during speech, here, Clarissa was giving me a footjob through my shorts. Her feet wasn’t very big, she danced with an independent crew out of school. I asked her why not join NYP’s hip hop and all she could talk about was the ambient, and how she found tranquility, like baby in ‘Suckerpunch’.

We began flirt texting and sexting followed closely. Within two weeks, we had our first rendezvous in the handicapped toilet at Block E. And now, I present the skyline experience.

Clarissa and I went up to our new hideout and as expected, no one else was be up here. I took a few minutes to check out the other room and it was empty, save for two tables and chairs, and a fan! The other room was the one with a telescope and lots of other gadgets. Thankfully, we didn’t have to do it against the skyline outdoor.

We took the empty room and Clarissa began a walkabout. She found a blind which served to block out light, possibly for development of films or serve as an observation post. She tugged at it and up it went. The warm, orange light came onto out faces like a nuclear bomb going off. I shifted the table to the window while she stared at the dawning sun.

I went behind her and wrapped my hands around her possibly 25 inch waist. She wriggled and breathed deep, enjoying the comfort and warmth. My fingers then went down to her tummy and released the belt to her black Espirt shorts. She had put on a cardigan for her top, with just a bra underneath. She wasn’t a looker in terms of clothes, just simple tops and bottoms, mainly shirts and skirts. My pants was down to my ankles in record time and so were her translucent black laced panties, which was already wet with excitement.

I pulled my boxers down and swiped it along her slit, preparing if for the rear entry to come. As I was doing so, her body bent forward and legs spread. She pulled my her towards her and said the general magic phrase to any horny guy.

Clarissa: ‘Humph. You’re making me so wet!’

I pushed my dick into her tightness and pounded away happily, my dick was sliding in and out of her pink pussy, well lubricated with her juice. Other than the liquid catching on my pubic, it was wetting the floor as well. As we kept going, her pace of fluid release was hastening, drooling instead of dripping. That was Clarissa’s way of ‘squirting’, claiming it looked more demure and innocent than spraying everywhere like hose (whores?). The room was soon reeking of the scent of sex, and the mix of juice plus pre-cum.

Her pussy wasn’t tight nor loose. Maybe I was smaller, I don’t know, but it was a fit, at least according to her. Since the first time we did it, there was no stretching, neither did I miss and buttons along her vagina walls. We humped away as the sun set into the abyss. Once it disappeared beyond the horizon, Risa stopped and turned around.

Part one had close to thirty minutes of pounding. And now, it’s time for after dark activities. Pushing me down on one of the chairs, she sat on the table and I began licking up whatever was coating her pussy lips. Her clit was found to be super sensitive, since wearing something like open-crotch panties would get her wet in no time. In short, the lesser she wore, the hornier she got. I liked sucking on her clit and watch her struggle to keep her legs opened for more.

Within minutes, she decided the cunnilingus wasn’t enough. She got off the table and straddled me on the chair. Gliding her ass along my thighs, my Typhoon-class submarine docked for dumping of precious cargo. The slipperiness made the whole process of unloading easier. Her hips was moving like a dancer’s, grinding and slapping my thighs. I slouched on the chair so she can get more depth. It was quite a comfortable ride, like a cowgirl sitting on a chair the wrong side.

Her position squeezed the breath out of me and fifteen minutes later, my cum was filling the insides of her vagina with baby-making serum. Clarissa was a simple yet smart twenty-two years old. Contraceptive measures were in place, of course so we can do it without condoms for maximum sexperience. My dick was milked for all its worth – dry. She fell onto my body on the chair and we hugged for a little while.

Realizing a lacy underwear would not keep my cum contained, there wasn’t any other options. She slipped it on and dressed herself up. We kissed a little more and left the place, hot and steamy. I thought I even saw the astrology club’s members going up the lift as we exited.

We do still meet, just that our stories had not been declassified. Teehee :3

(Actual picture taken on NYP’s roof, Astro club would know it.)