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Ignored

When the both of us passed our 35-year-old birthdays, and did not marry, or even have a serious partner, our parents no longer rushed us for anything. They knew, that my sister and I had applied for our own apartments, and it was understood that our separate lives would soon be further apart than ever. But until then, we had our own rooms, that were half here, and half not here – in carton boxes.

It was just another night, when I heard a soft knock on my door, before it opened slowly to dampen the creaking sound that never got addressed. A few footsteps in, and my blanket was lifted to accommodate another being. Way before the footsteps reached me, I had already wriggled myself closer to the wall, in a corner that I found to be quite comforting.

When everything had settled down to a silence, I waited, as a hand reached across my chest, and a face pushed up against my shoulder. The faint scent coming from her, instantly stirred up a gradual erection, for it wasn’t everyday I come close enough to her to smell ‘home’. For whatever reason we remained single, this, wasn’t what held us back.

As the hand moved downwards for my boxers, I took a deep breath in anticipation, of her fingers that would wrapped themselves around my dick. She knew how hard to grip me, just like how I know, to slip my hand over her thigh, and into her groin that her sleeping gown barely covered. Smooth, cold, and spread, my middle finger went straight for her clit, as she tightened her grip on me.

Her breaths came out hurried and shallow once my fingertip started vibrating, and it took her a few seconds to recall, that she had favours to return.

One of my (sleeping) quirks, was my extreme, sometimes-impractical, tendency to structure a fully-blacked-out, sensory-deprived bedroom. Since I was footing the utility bill, air-conditioning was present on most nights, for five hours minimum.

Despite being in complete darkness, I knew that her face was right in front of mine, subtle heat radiating from her forehead as air from our nostrils incited turbulence. While it wasn’t the first time our skins were in contact, our faces were, in fact, too close – to resist.

Our lips, finally touched each other’s, and we kept leaning, until our noses touched. I opened my mouth slightly ajar, parting hers, and stuck a tongue out, only for her to suck gently on it. As our tongues came out to play, our hands, became more adventurous. We turned our bodies on our sides, allowing our thighs to intertwine between and over each other’s. By then, both her hands were on my dick, and I had one one her supple Bs, and one between her legs.

Out of nowhere, she pulled away and pushed me back down on my back, slipping under the sheets to give me one hell of an intro to a blowjob. If not for the slack in the blanket that I pulled over my face, my low groan would certainly raise some suspicion. Quick, deep strokes swiftly threw me off world, arching my back as she sank her lips all the way down to my stubby pelvic. I had no scene in my head to replay, nor could I imagine someone else more ‘appropriate’, not while she was bouncing her head and down in my loin.

In the midst of that mind-blowing attack, I was struggling to reposition myself, to the centre of the bed. Taking blanket off both of us, I then shifted her little by little until her legs were at my shoulder-height. Immediately, she knew what I meant and lifted a leg over my face, then raising her chest to lay on my belly. I was, finally in place to give her a taste – with my tongue.

Unlike my other.. encounters, I had much less reservations about going down on her. Perhaps, I had seen what body wash she uses, which brand of feminine wash she owned, how clean she kept her razors, and where she left her epilator. Heck, I even knew when she showered. ‘Mmmmmmm!’, a suppressed moan echoed down my shaft as I began eating her out, going outright caveman style at the angle I knew I had little control over.

I just licked and sucked and tickled wherever she rubbed on my face, while breathing in whatever aroma she was secreting from her pussy. When she had her way with my dick, I already knew how long I would last, but if! If I could just disrupt her momentum, and distract myself at the same time, I didn’t have to wait till the next day, or time, she decide to join me in bed.

With a push of her arms, she peeled her chest off my body and dragged her hips off my face, sliding her pussy downwards until it met my dick. A quick spin brought her hands to my chest, and a single, up-down motion sent my dick right up her alley. Hot, and then tight, that was the sequence my member screamed, if it could. There was not a single pause in her movement right up to that point, and I was being rocked like a horse the next second.

Up and down she went, and black and white I saw, in my eyes that my brains couldn’t quite catch up. That electrifying sensation from my dick was shooting everywhere. Up my spine, into my arms, legs, fingertips, toes. Her fisted up hands on my chest told me she was going through the same, hitting whatever spot that made her so wild I thought I saw an evil smile in her direction.

While no alarms sounded in my head, I still went on to tap on her thigh, signalling ‘cum’. She knew what I meant and hopped off me at once, waiting for whatever supposed to shoot, ooze out of my dick. Yet, nothing came. Neither was I going to let her figure that out. Still shrouded in darkness, I carefully made my way behind her and nudged her back forward.

‘Tsk’.

In doggystyle, I was about to guide my dick (blind) when I suddenly felt an upward-grip on my erection. It was her, sticking her hand out from under her pussy, holding onto me, and leading me back where I belonged – inside her. My hips began moving on its own as I reached out for her shoulders, yanking onto them as I arched my waist forward to plunge it deep, without those slapping noises. As for her, she was up to something else. She threw loose bundles of blanket onto her back, then switched hands to pull them down her other side.

Right! At once, I padded her ass with the blanket and proceeded to hammer her as hard as I could, dipping all of my cock into her while producing no excess noise. Her face, buried in my pillow, also killed off any sound she made. In that comforting silence, I just let myself loose while pumping at her rear, both hands on her waist to steer, and secure the blanket at the same time.

After a long five minutes, my chest were covered in perspiration, and balls in her juices. I was reaching the end.

*tap tap*

Two taps on her thigh alerted her to my demise, and an outstretched arm pushed against my belly for signal. I slowed down to a stop and remained on my knees awaiting for further instructions. Her hands found me in the dark and led me back to my rightful spot in the bed, before parting my legs to sit between them.

With my head resting on the pillow, I was placed in my sleeping position, except her mouth continued to work. Moving her lips up and down my shaft, I could tell that she was gentler this time. Long, controlled strokes melted my brain into a pulp, filling me with pleasure and sleepiness with every motion.

*tap tap*

Two more taps on her head, and she got my message – or did she? The same motion, at the same pace, finally triggered my orgasm into an orifice that knew exactly when to stop, and go. Every spurt was assisted, every pump was excavated, every drop was so skilfully drained out. Six, six squirts were all I had to offer, from my then-emptied, refreshed, voided testicles.

*gulp*

(She confessed) ‘i came twice’

(I asked surprised) ‘when?’

(I repeated curiously) ‘WHEN?!’

The door knob clicked shut. Once again, silence in the room. She was gone.

*buzz buzz*

My phone lit up.

(She texted) ‘Once when I am riding you. Once when you are behind. Once when you came.’

(I texted back) ‘So three times?’

When I woke up the next day, it was noon. And in the living room, was my sister, still in her nightgown, just getting out of the chair with an empty coffee mug on the dining. She looked fresh, and smiley, until she bent over the table to reveal her bare pussy to me.

‘I made you coffee. In exchange for a quick one?’

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Tara’s Faith

‘J?’, a voice coming from my side jolted me from my phone, looking in the direction of a cutesy, sharp-chinned face. ‘Ta..ra?’, I murmured. She gave an awkward nod with a slight smile, then looking back at another girl, whose t-shirt-jeans outfit contrasted with Tara’s oversized shirt. ‘Her name is Faith. I asked her along because.. we’re meeting for the first time and I am.. shy?’, I made sure to give Tara a smile of confidence, as I was sure nothing else was going to happen, unlike the nature of our texts which had progressed from platonic to sexual.

‘So’, I heaved, ‘still want to come to my place for a drink? Or shall we.. ‘, before I could finish my sentence, she nodded eagerly and reached into her sling bag, holding the mouth wide enough to flash a 6-pack carton of Carlsberg. I gave her another smile and shook my head, partly in disbelief, and partly in relief, of her excitement with that bag of beer.

After a short walk to my place, I opened the door to an air-conditioned, dimly-lit, studio-like apartment. The two of them just stood at the door until I ushered them in, to the couch against the living room wall. Faith wasted no time in falling into the couch, and tugged repeatedly on the collar of her shirt to direct some airflow into her shirt, while Tara followed me into the kitchen with her beer. After tucking the beer into the fridge, she wasted not a second to tip-toe in front of me, both hands yanking on my shirt to plant her lips on mine. Tongues began intertwining in a flash, and her hands were already reaching under my shirt.

From where we were making out, I could see Faith’s head reaching over the armrest of the sofa, taking a peek at us before disappearing. Tara couldn’t have cared less if her friend was there, her hands had already returned under her shirt to extract her bra. Once it fell to the ground, my hands were guided over her chest, onto her firm, perky mounds I deduced were about 34A. While I massaged them to her gasps and sighs, her fingers were fidgeting at my belt, then zipper, until one hand was coming out from under my boxers, and her other entered from the waistband.

Sanity was immediately flushed out of my head the moment she started the handjob, and my hands were also descending upon her groin, which startled me briefly to find no panties in the lounge shorts of hers.

‘EHEM!’, a loud cough from the living room brought us to our senses, shocking us to the point where none of us wanted to acknowledge her.. cough.

‘Not that I mind but wouldn’t the bed be more.. comfortable?’, Faith calmly suggested.

Still a little dumbfounded, I began moving off first, holding one of Tara’s hand as I led her to my super-single bed, passing by the watchful eyes of Faith, then zipping past the TV separating the living room from the ‘bed’. Normally, a huge sliding door would divide the bedroom from the living room, but I had the genius idea to tear it down, and use a large, flatscreen TV instead, to break ‘view’ from the couch which was pointed at the bed.

Once in our little ‘space’, I took up the more.. shameful angle of ‘facing’ Faith, though the TV was in our way. Tara, in an increasingly-reassured manner, began loosening my shorts, until they clanged on the floor. She then dropped her knees onto my shorts and began stroking me at dick-level, occasionally glancing up at me to see me alternating my gaze between her, and Faith.

Since my waist was still a little high for her, I gradually let my hips down onto the bed, where a more-comfortable height let Tara worked her lips better. In and out, my dick appeared and disappeared into her hungry mouth, a little too eager to show me how good she can be. And between the wheeled TV stand, Faith’s eyes could be seen peeking at us.

In no time, my head was tilting back in ecstasy, fully immersed in the full-length blowjob I was treated too. Soon, my dick got too hard for comfort, and it was my turn to ‘perform’. I swapped places with Tara, and placed her right at the edge of the bed. ‘You’re not allowed to lie down’, I gave her a stern command and she perched her upper body on her elbows, still wondering how good I could be when a loud ‘fuuu.. ckkk’ escaped her mouth.

I began by making long, slow laps along her slit, upwards from the bottom to her clit. After that, I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit, vibrating as fast as I could while she tried to suppress her moans with one hand – to no avail. Seeing how I was succeeding, I planted a kiss on her clit, before sucking that pearly-pink onto my mouth, and then flicking it with my tongue. That suction, already making her extra sensitive, pushed her further down the rabbit hole with the clit-attack. It didn’t take her long, to collapse on the bed in sheer tiredness.

Despite her wariness, she managed to grab hold of my shirt, pulled me up to her face, and wrapped her legs around my back.

‘I want you inside me.. please.. now.. ‘, she sighed so sexily that no man, not even me, should resist.

‘How old are you again?’, I reminded her.

‘Eighteen? But you already knew that right?’, she answered worried.

‘I do. So you want to be stretched apart by someone twice your age, with a dick that’s almost twice as thick?’, I asked shamelessly, not to get an ego boost, but to make her anticipate what might possibly be coming.

‘Uh huh’

Without saying another word, I grabbed one of her hand, tucked it between our bodies, straight onto my dick. I then let go and left the rest to her, slowly guiding my dick to her opening, feeling her use my dickhead to rub on her clit a few times, then pushing it lower at her pussy.

‘Faith? Faith?’, I called out.

‘YES?’, she replied as she strutted over, following my hand signal to sit at Tara’s side. I then took one of Tara’s hands and placed it on one of Faith’s, visibly watching their hands clench tighter as I slid my dick into Tara. Before us, we watched closely as Tara’s eyes rolled back, and almost staying in that state as I arched my hips back and forth, dipping deep into her vagina. By then, I had already known that she wasn’t a virgin, but her previous experiences were with just one guy, one year older than her, who broke up right after he had taken her virginity.

I kept up with a steady pace as her legs began flailing in the air, until Faith caught hold of one and I got another. My gaze were mostly on Faith then, looking at her looking at our genitals, tucking and stretching to my invading member.

‘Are you ok Tara? Is it comfortable? Or painful?’, Faith asked caringly as Tara replied, in weak but satisfied smiles. I just kept going at the same pace as her tightness poised no danger, until I blurted out a more daring act.

During a pause, I asked Faith, ‘do you want to rub her clit while I keep going?’ ‘Her.. clit?’, her eyes widened. ‘Yeah. Do you know where.. ‘ ‘Of course I do, but.. ‘

I grabbed her wrist and brought it to Tara’s bare belly, before angling my hips lower to reveal the tip of Tara’s pink slit. Faith carefully reached for her clit and began to rub on it, to which Tara gave off a comforting sigh of relief.

Instantly, I could feel her tightened, straight to the point where it required substantial more force to drive it into her. If I am honest, I only managed 5, or 6 thrusts before I had to stop. Despite that, the milking motion of her vagina kept going. Squeezing, throbbing, expelling, it took her a mere minute, to shove Faith’s hand away and held onto it tightly, before slamming her thighs shut and convulsing.

Yes, she came. Yes, I froze. Her orgasm sent her hips thrashing, throwing me out of her. Even scaring Faith away a few inches. The next few minutes were tense, as my mind synced with Faith’s to wonder if we have to call emergency services. But until we saw a smile broke across Tara’s face, did we managed to relax.

Once everything settled, we pushed Tara into position to take a nap. I remained by her side to make sure she was breathing, and Faith, at her feet.

‘So.. what are you going to do about that? Don’t you guys need to shoot after it gets hard?’, she wondered as she pointed to my dick. ‘Well.. he did his job. So I guess another time?’

‘Another time? You can do that?’, the frown on her face showed her disbelief. ‘Heyyy..’ , a weak call from Tara distracted us, but it was for the better. ‘Sorry I came so hard.. before you shoot. It never happened before’, Tara continued.

‘It’s alright. You just rest’, I gave her head a little pat before she rolled sideways, reached over to my groin, cupping the shrivelled nub in her palm to give it a squeeze. As she continued her massage, Faith’s eyes widened as my dick got harder, finally poking out into the air through Tara’s finger. Silently, she climbed off the bed and came to my side, peering at her friend’s shifting hand.

‘Just like that?’, she probed. ‘I guess?’, I answered. Faith then got off the bed again and sat on the rug in front of me, eyes fixated on its sheer size. By then, Tara’s hand had stopped moving, and a soft snore came about.

I peeled her fingers off and widened my legs, allowing Faith to soak in the full glory of my member, twitching as it softened to inactivity. Out of nowhere, Faith suddenly reached for it and held it up, observing the underside, then its tip, then its top. It was at this instant I got hard again, to its former length when Tara and I first began.

‘How do I do it? Just move up and down?’, she asked, and I nodded. As depicted, she stroked me a few times till our skin was dry-sticking, and the quick-witted girl knew it wasn’t ‘normal’ too. Without giving her any instructions, she let a glob of saliva fell into her palm and continued jerking me of.

As minutes passed, I grew thicker and harder, most of it due to her adorably inconsistent strides, and her curious expressions. Soon enough, I was reaching my limit and I had to call out.

‘I’m cumming.. now.. NOW!’

In her frantic, she tightened her grip and looked up at me, before shifting her eyes down on my swollen shaft. Then bringing her mouth right over the tip, akin to giving a kiss. Right at that moment, my pipe burst and waves after waves of cum puffed her cheeks up.

Out of instinct, she kept an open palm under her chin, as she began swallowing my load that felt like it would go on forever. But little did she know, I had already began firing blanks towards the end.

‘Shit! I’m so sorry!’, I jumped out of bed and brought her a towel, holding it open for any cum she was about to spit out. Except, that there was none left in her mouth, and she unsuspectingly used it to wipe her lips.

‘I am so sorry’, I blurted in the face of an semi-pouting girl, who didn’t seem too affected by the CIM. ‘For what?’, she wondered. I couldn’t help but put a hand on her cheeks as I smiled at her silly, fully aware of my ungentlemanly behaviour.

I placed the used towel over my groin and gave it a good wipe down, before disappearing into my kitchen for the washing machine. When I returned to the bed, she had laid down next to Tara, who was sound asleep.

Now satiated and a little exhausted, I turned down the lights and tucked them both in. On the couch, I too let my eyelids fall as they should, and went for a deep, long sleep.

After God knows how long, I was awakened, by the loud ruffling of bedsheets, along with some smooching noises.

Now, would I be forgiven if I had not joined them under the blankets?

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Finally, the time has come for me to rest, not for the lack of stories, but for the shortage of time to write new ones. Between life, work and rest, you too, have given me a sizable portion of your time by visiting and reading my stories. With this off my chest, I hope everyone has been well these few years, and wish that you will be better over the many to come.

Thank you for your support. I will do my best to keep this website running, and when the day come to a Page Not Found, everything and everyone will be remembered, treasured and missed.

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Interest Paid

(Milly asked) ‘Why didn’t you reply my texts today? Are you angry at me?’

‘Nooo.. I just feel lost. I know I said I would help you. But that amount.. sigh‘

(Milly agreed) ‘I know it’s a lot a lot of money. I’ll pay you back. Sorry to make you worry so much.’

Although I didn’t exactly ‘lose everything’, the amount of money required to get her out of that fix was – literally everything I had. All the investments, potential returns, emergency fund, anything that I could ever fall back on, suddenly wasn’t there anymore.

(Milly asked) ‘Do you want me to.. do anything for you? I don’t mind helping daddy every now and then until I pay you back everything.’

‘It’s ok. I’m not really in the mood. Thank you for still being here.’

(Milly replied) ‘Aiyooo. I’m not going anywhere. Go shower first. I’ll bring your towel to you.’

Without wasting more time, I headed straight to the shower and took my standard ten minutes wash. Unlike before, when my towel would be waiting right outside for me, she had forgotten to bring it.

(I shouted) ‘MILLY! MY TOWEL!’

‘COMING!’

That cheeky, grinning, skinny girl then skipped into my view, wearing just the strappy, two-piece caged bra and panties. After handing me the towel, she immediately squatted down and took my dick straight between her lips, teasing the tip incessantly with her tongue. With sparks flying in my head, my legs turned jelly in no time. Hanging onto the walls for support, she switched to a handjob while admiring my orgasmic face.

(In my trembling voice) ‘Can I go sit down?’

All smiley, she led me to the bed and perched me down, before going down on her knees again to lick all over my shaft. All I had to do was to lean back, and shiver to every up-down motion of her lips, fitted snug around my girth. Despite staying constant in her rhythm, my body was breaking down steadily. Soon, I was laying on my back, and she calmly climbed over my waist.

In utter silence, she collected some saliva in her fingers and smeared it onto her pussy between her open-groin ‘panties’. Very gently, she then grabbed my dick and rubbed its head along her slit, until she herself, was wobbling in her knees. Her pussy carefully slipped over my twitching head, down my engorged shaft, all the way down onto my groin. Letting off a shy sigh, she began moving her waist up and down, quite awkwardly I would say, but to her best efforts.

(I spoke softly) ‘Milly? … Let me.’

I sat up and hugged her in my arms, before I stood up to plop her down on the bed. Perched atop her body chest-to-chest, I began thrusting my hips, slamming mindlessly into her helpless, frail body.

(Milly moaning) ‘OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME HARD DADDY.. DON’T STOP.. KEEP GOING!’

As my mind reasoned with my body to maintain a manageable tempo, her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in, forging a tension I needed most of my strength to ‘resist’ (a.k.a. pull out). With the ongoing ‘power struggle’, a sudden clench of her vaginal walls threw me off far and high, thoroughly eradicating any self-control left.

Right there and then, I slid out of her, rolled her onto her chest, grabbed her waist, and lifted that pussy right up. Holding that slender body in my hands, I swung my hips skilfully towards her ass, slipping my dick ever so easily in and out of her overly wet cunt. It was that position, paired with a slightly angled upward thrust, she buried her head hard into the pillow while letting off a deep groan.

‘FUUUUUAAAAAHHHH!’

Her vaginal gradually became tighter, to the point I could no longer hold it in anymore.

(I groaned) ‘Milly! I’m cumming!’

Out of habit, I arched my groin away from her, abruptly ending the delivery of pleasure in her pussy. Little did I expect, she slid herself off the bed and retook my dick in her hand, stroking it affectionately while aiming its tip at her bony neck.
‘CUMMING!’

I let off a gasp as my breath left my body, as my load did straight over her collarbone and breasts, like a watered-down cream of mushroom. None of my cum was wasted as she spread them as far as they’d go on her skin, citing ‘a good moisturiser according to the Internet’ for her action. Once I was exhausted, she cleaned me up like a fine wife, and tucked me into bed.

That night, we both slept so well that we had the energy, and drive for a little workout the next morning.

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‘And you’ll be fine spending the night away from home? Won’t your boyfriend be angry?’, I chided as I fell onto the bed, still fully dressed in the presence of a new ‘friend’ that generously ‘offered’ to be my tour guide. ‘Oh he will be angry. But I am already half-done with him. So he can’t do anything about me’, she replied in a fuck-all attitude, clearly tired of fearing any consequences that her overly-controlling partner has over her. Our situations, despite one of us being attached and the other, single, it has been a while since we made any new friends, much less meet someone whom we could get along well with and joke without boundaries.

Throughout the one-day ‘tour’ Angie had brought me on, around Johor Bahru, we spent more time chatting in any restaurants and cafes we took breaks in, than going on actual journeys. It wasn’t long before the sky turned dark, and she asked about my plans for the night that I revealed to her that I was going to spend the night before heading back to Singapore the next day. When she heard that, her face immediately lit up, and more questions about the accommodations popped up. After our final meal of the day, a sumptuous dinner at a roadside stall, we checked into the hotel and that was where it all ended – or began.

Like an impromptu striptease, there was no warning given when she casually reached behind her back, did a snap, and yanked a pair of black, strapless bra out from underneath. ‘Haaa.. finally.. ‘, she breathed a sigh of relief as I unconsciously did just the opposite, breathes interrupted by her homely behaviour. In a dumbfound state, I gathered my thoughts and popped my next question, ‘are you going to shower first?’

‘And you? Going to shower at all?’, standing right in front of me, she slipped her hands under her pink, ruched skirt, and peeled her thongs off. ‘Umm.. after you?’, I stuttered, still in disbelief of the chaos that I might provoke if anything more was to happen that night. Without any more words from her, she proceeded to tie her hair up, and swiftly removed all of her clothes before stepping right into the shower. Once she was gone, I began unpacking my bag, readying my phone charger, the new shirt I bought at Uniqlo, and jumped back into the bed to see what food I could get delivered when I get hungry.

Not more than three minutes later, she called out, ‘J! COME SHOWER WITH ME! I’m going to take a while. You better shower first and I’ll take my time here’. Breathing out a long sigh, I took my clothes off and did as she asked, stepping into the spacious bathroom where the curvy, young lady has yet to even soap herself. Like an adult baby, she did the work of wetting my body from head to toe, then squeezing a load of shampoo into my hands before she helped herself to the body wash. While I took care of my head, she took care of everywhere else, coating every crevices with fresh smelling soap, right down to my little head, which was already hard and up in the mere presence of her perfect body.

After making sure I was covered in foam, she turned her attention to my manhood, applying an extra bit of soap into her hands before stroking, jerking my shaft, and a thorough grasp-and-squeeze cleanse of my balls. ‘Nice?’, she asked that rhetorical question to which I could only answer in moans. Next, another round of hot water flushed all the soap away, and I made it my mission to return the favour.

‘My turn now’, speaking in a firm, fatherly tone, she was quick to hand the showerhead to me, to wet her body once more before I squirted some soap on her chest. With two hands, I ran them over her soft, yet ample bosoms, making sure to give those perky nipples a little pinch. I moved my hands down her ribs next, going over her butt before reaching down for her knees. I then carefully brought one of her feet to a cut-out in the wall, hands going for her private region thereafter.

With some soap left, I massaged the outer area of her pussy before giving her clit a ‘scrub’, causing her to shiver and lean onto me for support. ‘We’re almost done’, I reached above for the running showerhead and aimed it over her neck, rinsing all the soap away. ‘Yes daddy’, she whispered as I continued to rub on her clit, all the while feeling her shameful tremors on my shoulders. Once the soap were gone, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she suddenly let out a deep groan, vaginal walls closing in around my digit in shock. Gradually, as she relaxed, I resumed the gentle fingering and she was moaning with rolled-eyes with a smile, as if wanting to say something but all the moans interrupted her.

Finally, after close to fifteen minutes in the bath, I slowly pulled away and her mind was right back with me. ‘Was it a good shower?’, I cheekily asked to which she cheekily replied, ‘yes, it was fucking good’. We dried ourselves and I climbed into the bed first, barely having enough time to set the blanket when she jumped right on top of my feet. Like a madwoman, she pried them wide apart and dived right in, shoving her mouth with my dick before she brushed her hair to one side. Without delay, she started sucking me at full length, exhausting any strength I thought I had to ‘lead’ the way. All I could remember, was that my head and neck, was mostly tilted back as she unleashed deep, long strokes along my shaft, half-sucking, half-twirling her tongue on the base and tip. My arms, were flailing all over the bed as my toes remained clenched, mind blank except for the continuous burst of euphoria generating the violent convulsions I was known to have.

For the next five minutes, I was disabled by her mouth to do anything else, and each time I tried to look at her, all I saw was a determined gaze, completely glued to my demise. As she went on, I became more and more lifeless, partly desensitised by the overpowering pleasure delivered through my dick. When I was barely making any noise, did she finally stop, and went on to place her knees on both sides of my head.

At last, I saw what effect I had on her, from the merciless blowjob she just gave. It was a pump, pink pussy, covered entirely in a glistering shine of her juices. Slowly, she lowered her groin over my mouth, and I gladly took it into my mouth. My tongue started swiping all over her clit, lips shutting and opening on her labia, while lapping up all her juices. It didn’t take her long to start feeling weak, slumping her chest onto my belly, and for her mouth to take my worn out penis back where it belonged.

Since she had done her work, it was time to do mine, in a loving, gentle manner that took her breathes away one at a time. My tireless tongue, brushed across her erected clit, along the sides of her vagina, and even a little into her pussy. I simply did the same moves until she came, releasing a wave of gooey liquid into my lips and spilled some across my cheeks. Once she recovered, she rolled off my body and we laid side-by-side for a while, both contented with how the night progressed.

‘You haven’t cum yet’, she muttered sleepily.

Taking things slow, I got off the bed and rotated her to where the pillows were, perching her knees up this time for a proper feast I deserved. Going for my round two, my hands were kept busy on her breasts, kneading, pinching, massaging her as I ate her out, to a milder series of moans this time – of pure relaxation and pleasure instead of rage and lust. Once done, I shifted my body over hers, and stared into her eyes as she returned to her senses.

For all of you guys, you knew how it should continue, but we, Angie and I, understood how we should not continue. Unwilling to utter a word more, my dick found its way to where her opening was, twitching in anticipation for the unknown. The positions of her hands, one on her groin, spreading those moist lips apart, and the other, on my hips, had echoed our desires loudly across the silent room. Yet, none of us wanted to be the person to cave in.

After an intense two or so minutes, I leaned back, replaced her hand on my dick, and started to thrust slowly in her palm. Whilst that was happening, she pulled my spare shirt over her eyes and moaned, more sensually than I’ve ever heard that night. As my hips moved back and forth, her underhand grip began moving towards her pussy, still as wet as before the stalemate. As soon as the first inch pierced into her body, her legs sprung apart, went around my hips, and pulled me all the way in.

Suddenly, my righteous thoughts overpowered my body and froze me in that position, to which she ignored and continued to pull her body towards my dick. All it took was 2-3 strokes before my body was convinced, to start fucking the mess I’ve created. I leaned forward and pinned her down by the neck, and began slamming my dick into her, triggering loud groans and sighs as our smacking groins made their own noises. I was pounding her for a good three minutes before she relented, pulling the t-shirt over her face away, and flashed a deadly looking expression at me.

Slightly fearful, I backed away without pulling out and she sat herself upright after, shoving my chest down on the bed. Shocked by her unexpected stance, I was literally bracing for the worst when she crawled angrily towards me, kneeling upright to hold me by my neck.

‘You! Better be the best reason I cheat on my boyfriend for. He and I will be done after this, and you better not run’, in the strictest voice I have heard, and never imagined her to be capable of, I was partly relieved, and partly excited, for what was going to blossom between us. Whaaaaaat? was the first thought that came into my mind, but it wasn’t out of shirking responsibility. I was simply stumped by the honour of such a demand.

Nothing more needed to be said as she replaced her pussy above my dick, ‘using’ me to get us back into the mood before sliding it right into her body. With her two hands on my chest, she started riding me, rolling her ass back and forth, hitting all my buttons with every stroke. I was getting into the mood when out of nowhere, she spouted, ‘warn me when you’re cumming k?’

‘K?’, I hastily replied her as I faded into bliss, eyes rolling white as she rocked her waist harder and harder. ‘Cumming yet?’, she asked. ‘Not yet? I think. Why?’, I was puzzled by her question, as it was usually the guy who would want to know that. ‘Because you’re getting bigger.. and it feels too good.. ‘, right after, her moans took over and it was all that for the next few short minutes.

Never the less, I had to call it when my climax was near, and she was livid enough to process those words. Carefully, she dismounted me and helped me sit up, turning me to the edge of the bed for a nice, romantic cuddle.

‘You heard what I said just now right? If I am leaving him for you, you better be better than him’, she reiterated her point, and I couldn’t agree more with her. If we have to cheat, it had better be done for a better future, better life, and not a moment of folly. After hearing my response, she fell onto her knees, tied her hair up, and went down on me – lovingly this time.

Long, deep slurps, thorough licking, balls sucking, head teasing, hands stroking, I hate to say that it felt better than the raw, unchecked sex that we just had earlier. I could see the sparks in my head, resonating through my body in slight tremors, translating to those unstoppable urge to push her head down, or push her away due to oversensitivity. She knew exactly what she was capable of, and I was reaping the full reward of her past relationships.

She is, the full package any man dreamed of having, to love, to own, and to enjoy.

Slowly, in an unassuming pace, my body began to stiffen up, balls ready to bust before I was even aware of the situation. Like a kitten lured affectionately to a home filled with love and food, my hips buckled as the first load erupted into her mouth, filling her cheeks up a little, before the second shot excavated more cum out of me. The third, fourth, and subsequent squirts then took my soul, along with any thoughts, doubts, and ‘leftover’ love for my exes.

She has become the first, to reset my heart to love someone wholeheartedly – again.

After being drained, we cleaned each other up and went back to bed, where she took my hand, and used it to masturbate – knowing well that it would surely get me up again. Let’s just say after a night together, we woke up more tired than before we went to bed.