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Just Once

This entry contains blood which is disposed off by female bodies every 28 days. Yes, this story has depictions of sex during menses. Not for the faint-hearted.

Valencia had met up with Shaun at 3pm, at Paya Lebar MRT so they could hang out for a while after she met her friend at 2. Making their way to the new hideout he discovered at the City Plaza shopping mall, it was at a staircase that led to the top floor of the carpark, mysteriously locked. They went up the flights of stairs until they reached the second topmost level, confirming that the door was locked before making themselves comfortable on the steps. Since she was having her menses that week, Shaun knew there was no chance to play, and she kept her distance from being tempted as well.

Sitting at the quiet spot, they browsed through her pictures taken from her end of the year trip with her family. Sheepishly, he had managed to sit closer to her and stole glances at her long legs.

Shaun: ‘Eh! I thought you said you won’t be wearing dresses? What about the blood?’
Valencia: ‘Since you wanted me to wear one so badly, I just picked one for you. The pad will be enough protection I guess.’
Shaun: ‘Haha. So nice of you? I thought the vibrator I brought along is going to be safe.’
Valencia: ‘Safe? Eh! Just let me have a look? Please?’
Shaun: ‘Look at what?’
Valencia: ‘The toyyyy.’

He took it out of his black sling bag and showed it to her, still wrapped in the clamshell plastic packaging. She handed it back to him after reading the description behind, actually made it more obvious she was attracted to it. ‘Can you open it?‘, she asked with a hint of playfulness. Why not? Shaun thought. He peeled the packaging apart and removed the cling wrap around the toy, before giving it back to her. She saw the button at the end of it and clicked on it to no effect. Giving it a twist, the battery compartment came into light and made more sense to her.

Valencia: ‘Umm.. Can I try it?’
Shaun: ‘But your menses?’
Valencia: ‘Can wash in the toilet here right?’

He looked at her pulling her dress up to her waist and then carefully lower her panties that had a stained pad on it. Without a single bit of shyness, the toy was given a lick and it then went into her. Guessing that it was the blood that made it slippery, Shaun did not say anything but sat further to watch her begin the long awaited relieve.

She was careful not to dirty her fingers by holding it at the far end, where the button was. Apparently, she was so caught up in her own world that his idle presence did not bother her a bit.

Valencia: ‘Do you have access to the stories J had not yet published?’

With an ‘are you sure?’ look, he fired up the WordPress app and handed his phone to her. She clicked on the first entry on the list and started reading with a relaxed posture. Fingers still moving the toy, it was speeding up and slowing down as the story progressed. For a while, he thought this would be how they would spend the few hours together, but luckily she did not went that far and ended at the start of the second post.

Valencia: ‘Umm.. You know.. I am actually very tempted to know how it feels to have it inside me.’
Shaun: ‘Haha. It’s already inside you.’
Valencia: ‘Not this lah! You think I so stupid meh? I mean.. a dick.’
Shaun: ‘Wah. You go try with your future boyfriend, not me.’
Valencia: ‘Please? Just for a while?’
Shaun: ‘But the blood.. ‘
Valencia: ‘And you’re the one who kept saying the toilet is just nearby!’

She gave him a pouted lips plus frown that he cannot resist but laugh at her cute expression. His pants were removed completely and her panties with the pad was placed neatly in a corner. Just as he thought he would be leaning over her for the cherry pop, she had a different idea instead.

Valencia: ‘You just sit still. I will sit on top. I want to take my own virginity.’

Does it even work that way? He did not argue with her but leaned back against the uncomfortable edges of the steps. She squatted over him and lowered herself like a helicopter landing, slow and steady. The initial contact had coated the bit of blood on the tip and as she lowered herself, he looked away to skip watching the process.

Her entire penetration did not show any signs of pain, proving that she had fingered herself way more often than she should, and with something wide all the time. Once her pussy pasted onto his groin, Shaun gasped at the final moment as she just let herself slam into him, or rather it was him slamming into her. She kept still for what seemed like a minute or so, before lifting herself up. Shaun adjusted his knees to ninety degrees, ready to stand up to head for the loo but it was not yet over, at least not in her mind.

She brought herself down and continued riding him, making him jump at the overwhelming tightness that had squeezed down onto his dick.

Shaun: ‘Eh eh! You can get up now.’
Valencia: ‘But it just feels so good. I want more.’

With the fear of the blood catching onto his shirt, he pulled it up and thought about how to get this horny girl off. Yet, she had placed her hands on his shoulders while riding on top, bouncing for a moment before changing to grind against his hips. Shaun’s mind was filled with worry and confusion, having no idea what to do with her. She just kept going on and on with that tight pussy of hers, driving him into despair – and groaning.

Her usual orgasmic phrases shot out of her mouth and ‘Yes! yes! yes!’ repetition showed that there was no end until she came at least once. The worry was what if he, came first. Holding onto her waist and trying to slow her down, she simply overpowered his force, gaining her strength from the virgin entry. Shaun then began to think about unrelated thoughts to delay his ejaculation, and it proved effective when he brought his attention to math. So, the suggestion from his friend to do complex calculation to delay actually worked.

After a while of her bumping against his aching thighs, her tight grip on the shoulders gave a hint of the oncoming climax. Breathing a sigh of relieve, he let her sit down on his lap a few more times, and watched the shiver overcome her body, sending her trembling like before, only harder and lasting longer. As the short fit came to an end, her bouncing resumed and Shaun was once again thinking of math!

Fuck! Is she going to make me cum? Those thoughts kept screaming into his head but a part of him simply chose not to fight back. The intended slow down his hands had tried to do was instead guiding her to go faster and faster. His focus was brought back to her slim waist and tiny boobs that was jerking up and down in front of him, which he playfully reached under her dress and bra.

In less than five minutes of the frantic sex, Shaun felt my balls shrivelling to load up and had no choice but to warn her.

Shaun (shouting): ‘I’m going to cum! Get off me now!’

She used his neck as support and raised both her feet to the steps behind him, bouncing harder until he had to hold her shoulders down. But it was all too late. He felt him cum spray into her pussy and despite him fighting to get her off midway to lessen the cum that was getting inside, she had managed to keep herself firmly on top of him. Valencia had completely worn him out with her vigour and his cum was officially introduced to her virgin pussy.

She rested on his chest for a while before getting up. He got up along with her and waited for her to take out the packet of wet tissue that she brought. They cleaned themselves up as best as they could and she stopped him at one point in time so she could show him something. Standing a few steps above her, she went down to the concrete landing and squatted in a peeing position. The mixture of cum and blood dripped out of her in gunky blobs and although it was interesting to see it up close for himself, it had assured him that he would never go through such risk again.

They went to the toilet in the carpark and took turns in the single cubicle gents, using the hose to douse themselves clean. Being the guy, Shaun went in last and expectedly cleaned up faster. They then stood outside for a while to dry and giving each other weird looks.

Valencia: ‘You said you wanted me to be your fling right?’
Shaun: ‘Yeah?’
Valencia: ‘I’m in!’
Shaun: ‘Crazy woman.’
Valencia: ‘Hehe. Sorry luh. But it just feels so good with you inside. It gave me the sense of safety and security that I don’t know how to describe. I just could not stop myself.’
Shaun: ‘Okay. Shall we go see a doctor for the morning after?’
Valencia: ‘What’s that?’

Oh damn it. She had no idea what it was, but he brought her to get one anyway, giving it to her as soon as they exit the clinic. Her attitude had changed to a more loving and concerned one, but still maintained their proximity to appear as friends, with the benefits part hidden away. On the way home, whenever there was no one around, she would tell him in detail how she felt his cum filling into her and that she had to squeeze her pussy lips together to prevent it from flowing out. In summary, how awesome it felt to be ‘de-virginised’.

To Shaun, it seemed that she wanted to get pregnant. But he understand that she was more sensible than that. It was just an act of impulse, that had opened up new doors for their future meet ups. No doubt he felt a little guilty about claiming a virgin, but the fact that she wanted it so much also made him felt better to doing it for her.

After all that has happened, he was sure she didn’t minded him at all, that was why his phone still receives her teasing pictures every now and then, reminding him how lucky he was to have a girl that knew how to keep her distances, while enjoying the occasional wild sex.

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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.