When I saw Mabel after so many years, I couldn’t believe how thin she was. The singlet did not even try to hide her pink bra she wore underneath, and to meet at ’10th’ floor of a block was even a more weird request.
Mabel: ‘Eh! Come here.’
Me: ‘What? Where are we going?’
She knocked twice on a door and a face appeared between the gap, before we were allowed in. It seemed like a normal apartment with a mix of guys and girls on the couch, until I saw the syringes on the coffee table.
Mabel: ‘Jie. Knock before you come in my room ah.’
Girl: ‘Go in for what? Siao ah?’
She led me into the bedroom and locked the door, confusing me with what I just saw. When I learnt the truth behind the ‘house’, an unnerving thrill was hyping me up. I was actually in a safe house where runners meet outside their distribution ‘jobs’.
Mabel: ‘Don’t worry la. We don’t keep much drugs here.’
Me: ‘Eh. If I am caught.. ‘
Mabel: ‘You won’t la. I won’t sabo you one.’
With the text messages and intent clear, I was clearly a line between them and my presence. We went on to catch up on our lives, while she took a transparent straw with some white substance at the end. ‘Can help me?’, she asked while handing me the straw.
Me: ‘With what?’
Without explanation, she wriggled her shorts off and flipped onto her chest, raising her ass up in the air. Her panties were lowered to her thighs and she pried open her ass crack in front of me.
Mabel: ‘Blow it into my ass.’
Me: ‘You sure?’
Mabel: ‘Yupp. I’ve always wanted to try it. But the guys outside.. I trust you more.’
I stuck the tip shallowly into her rear hole and blew really hard, not wanting to smell whatever she smelled like down there. Her body flattened on the bed and it took her a minute before she lost herself, stripping her shirt and bra off her skinny chest.
Mabel (heaving): ‘Oh god.. I’m feeling so warm. Come.. ‘
I remained seated on the bed knowing what might happened but she just pulled me down with her, removing my shorts despite my resistance. In front of a high and needy girl, how long could I resist my urge? Her hand was jerking my cock before I knew it and my fingers were forced into her dripping pussy.
The next ten minutes were just furious masturbation happening on bed, both of us eager to drive each other crazy. In a way, she knew stroking me faster would get me to finger her as fast, thus escalating the sensations she was feeling.
Mabel (whispering): ‘Let’s fuck.’
Mabel: ‘Let’s do it raw.. ‘
She laid flat on the bed and guided me on top, holding my cock delicately in her sweaty palm. Even though she had gone awry, the sincerity and truthfulness I hear from her voice did not make me doubt her choices. In safe hands, I pushed my way easily into her pussy and her eyes rolled white in ecstasy.
Mabel (moaning): ‘Oh fuck.. you’re making me crazy!’
My hips started to move on their own and she was a loose fit over my shaft. It was a soft, warm but gently pressurised, without surprising my mind. I couldn’t believe how sensual it felt, without any intense groans, just beautiful, slow pace of repetitive penetration.
Before I realised it, her arms had gone around my neck and we were kissing, to an orgasm awakening in her belly. Though she got a little tighter, it was still manageable. The perfection of the delicate pressure on my cock was in fact another experience to get me to cum soon. To put it simply, intense, raw sex belonged to the physical challenge. And a slow, graceful type of sex belonged to the spiritual level of love-making. Both having the same effects on a man’s mind.
I could feel my orgasm building up as she purred into my ears, complimenting my size and depth non-stop. For some reason, I could tell this was going to get more out of me than just regular sex. Some time later, our exhausted body slowed down and she finally stopped my thrusts with her feet.
Mabel (panting): ‘Is someone feeling it too?’
Me (panting): ‘Feeling what?’
Mabel: ‘The drugs.. some of it might be transferred to you.’
Right.. Why haven’t I thought of that? As I regained my energy from the much needed pause, my hips was slamming harder into her pussy, transcending beyond the beautiful love-making speed. Her fingernails amplified my senses as she dug into my back, kissing me harder to muffle her moans.
Me (groaning): ‘I’m shooting!’
Mabel (moaning): ‘Inside me baby.. inside me.. ‘
I let myself go and hammered the hell out of her, jerking her knees back and forth as my pelvis hit her thighs. Her vaginal muscles closed on me and created a vacuum, in time for my first load that was sucked out of me as I withdrew. The next thrusts loaded my incoming waves and I pushed my cum deeper into her, filling her up with all my balls’ worth.
Each entry would push some air out and then empty my shaft, repeating it until I was spent. Collapsing on her body, she carefully rolled me over and stayed ‘intact’, riding me for a while and resting on top of me.
Our bodies stuck together in a sweaty state for a good fifteen minutes, allowing me cock to shrink out of her. Just moments after, she began snoring and I let her take her nap in my arms, genitals taking their break after such an unbelievable session.
When I woke up much later, she was seated by my side, slurping noodles hungrily from a large bowl. I sat behind her and placed my hands on her breasts, toying with her pink nipples while she ate.
Mabel (whispering): ‘Hey.. you’re making me wet again.’
Me: ‘Can you feel me poking you?’
She finished her food at the fastest speed and bent over in doggy again, signalling me to give her another dose. I did what I shouldn’t and she was on top of me this time, riding wildly with renewed energy till I creampied her again.
Me: ‘Are you on the pills?’
Mabel: ‘No. I can’t get pregnant anymore.’
Me: ‘Why? Did you see a doctor?’
Mabel: ‘Yeah. It’s the drugs.’
Upon further probing, her menses had not came for years and she knew the results even without a check up. I was allowed to move in with her after a new safe house was established (constantly moving) and the amount of sex we had only increased upon her recovery from the addiction.