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Overflowing Panties

Getting out of the shower in a hurry, Charis slipped on the panties she prepared the night before, wriggling it up her waist for a comfortable fit. It was one of those PE days and her school sport shorts went over it, along with the white shirt that had her ‘house’ on it. She was running late for school despite staying just beside and dashed into the assembly area just before the bell rang.

Her semi-dried body caused her panties to feel a little damp but it did not bother her until PE started for the first lesson of the day. While most of her body was dried, the part where her pussy came in contact with, still felt somewhat wet, in fact, the word to use was ‘gooey’. There was no time to check what was happening and she followed the class after stripping her skirt away.

Teacher: ‘Alternate leg thrust!’

One of her knee tucked at her chest and the other stretched out straight. The wetness had gone but a sticky feeling took over instead. The poor secondary four girl did not understand what her body did and continued with the exercises that kept reminding her of the discomfort.

Wei Hao: ‘Why are your movements so weird today? You got hit so many times.’

The PE lesson ended with a loss on her side in a mini dodgeball game, that had really pushed her physical limits running around in that sticky panties. The sweat from her body soaked into her panties, making the gooey feeling return and she disappeared into the girl’s bathroom without giving him a reply. The rest of the class returned to their classroom for lessons, leaving Wei Hao, the class monitor, waiting for Charis.

Wei Hao (shouting): ‘Charis! Are you alright?’
Charis (shouting): ‘Hao! You want to go back to class first? I am having a stomachache.’
Wei Hao (shouting): ‘Andrew just texted me. Mr. Ho is on MC. There’s no relieve teacher too. I’ll wait for you. Faster!’

She sat on the toilet with her panties in her hands, wondering what the white sticky substance was. There was no other males in her house except her younger brother, whom had returned for a short while yesterday to pick up some clothes. Her dad was overseas and there was no one else. Unless it was really.. her brother?!

There was no way she could wear that piece of panties back, but she had never gone pantyless before. The PE shorts had soil over it when she fell on the field during a warm up run and it was damp from the dew too.

Charis (shouting): ‘Hao! Can you ask Sheryl to bring me her shorts? Mine is too dirty.’
Wei Hao (shouting): ‘I have an extra pair. My mum accidentally packed two. Want mine?’

Shit. Must she wear his? Anyway, things couldn’t get any worse and size just didn’t matter then.

Charis (shouting): ‘Can you pass it to me? Not convenient to come out now.’

After he ‘hello’-ed a few times into the ladies without a reply, he hurried through the door to help his friend out. Suddenly, through the slanted windows above the wall, the giggles of girls AND fast shuffling footsteps came out of nowhere! Wei Hao instinctively dashed into the only cubicle with its door ajar, covered her mouth and signalled for her to keep quiet with a finger on his own lips. Since Charis’ initial plan was to retrieve his shorts through the door, she was still half naked with her school blouse unbuttoned when he barged in.

He only pulled his hand away when he sensed a few nods from her, and in place of his hand, she laid her index across her lips, agreeing to stay quiet for their benefit.

The two of them dare not moved as the girls outside did not know there was anyone else in there. It is actually stealthy like mission impossible, except with more fear than excitement mixed with awkwardness. Wei Hao kept swallowing his saliva in the tensed situation and the sight of the frightened, half-naked girl, was the only thing taking away those fearful thoughts of getting caught. The ‘intruders’ left after a while and things returned to normal, for Charis to wear her new shorts.

When she sat on the toilet to wear them, her eyes caught the obvious huge bulge, and Wei Hao wasn’t even looking at her, for he had already seen enough of her smoothly shaved pussy.

For the first time in her schooling life, she found herself in the most embarrassing position without any idea on what to do. Charis had looked upon him as a leader but never crossed her mind to be that close to him in a toilet cubicle. Not that she liked or hated him, she was at a ‘inbetween’ state that didn’t mind being his. He has been watching her since she stopped wearing that pants, and was more than hopeful for something to happen.

With best intentions, her trembling hand reached for that bulging area to rub up and down against, and Wei Hao brushed his hand past her face for her boobs. One standing and the other sitting, that was all the space they had. He began fondling those nipples as soon as he laid his hand on them and she was gracefully lowering his zip to meet his monster. The shy gentleman took his dick out after she struggled with his underwear and left it ‘in her hand’ for her to play with.

Wei Hao (whispering): ‘Sit back?’

She adjusted herself to lean against the flush sensors and raised her feet to the corners of the seat. He had gone to stand beside her and gently glided his hand down her thighs, progressing towards her pussy.

Wei Hao (whispering): ‘You shave it everyday?’
Charis (whispering): ‘Yeah. It just feels cleaner this way. Doesn’t it?’

Yes, it truly did. With that said, his fingers contacted her clit and she gasped in shock. It was the first time someone else’s hand had touched her and the quick vibrations calmed her doubtful thoughts down. It had definitely felt better doing it herself and she returned the favour by jerking his hard on, thick to a point only her fingertips could touched each other. A few more girls entered and left quietly, as they progressed in their silent play.

It did not take long for Charis to let slipped the kinky side of her and it totally sent Wei Hao’s mind wild.

Charis (whispering): ‘Put your fingers in.’

He stuck his middle finger in and thrust at her innocent looking pussy carefully. He was admiring her slit most of the time to watch how the juices covered his finger, and the beauty of her was well hidden between a plump, fleshy mould of skin. He had accidentally triggered the most sensitive spot in her and she was responding to him in arousing arches of her back. Her handjob was moving at the same pace as his fingering hand, sending momentary waves of pleasure through his slow-shutting and opening eyes.

Subsequently, her mouth opened and turned towards his dick, where he stood up for and let her lips went around his shaft. The girl did not know how to execute a blowjob then and just moved her head up and down, maintaining a suction that caused him to groan.

Wei Hao (whispering): ‘It feels damn good.’

She had thought the same too, with a second finger poking into her body, spreading her pussy lips even wider. He was prodding at her g-spot non-stop and the fingering only lasted a minute before her legs closed onto his hand, immobilising him with a strong contraction that hurt his fingers.

Now, she had came and he had not. Charis folded her legs and turned her body to face him, at the side of the cubicle. One of her hands went between her pussy and continued masturbating herself while she sucked faster, with a little help from his hands that were licked clean (by Wei Hao himself). He was shoving her head down on his dick and she was holding out fine from some unknown reasons.

The discreet ‘physical exploration’ slowly came to an end as his hips buckled in a couple of strange, twitching wriggle. She had expected things to come to an end about then.

Wei Hao (whispering): ‘I’m cumming. How?’

She took her dirtied panties without thinking and wrapped the butt area around his dick, using it to jerk him off. After a minute plus, he blew his load into her underwear and it seeped through the thin material easily, sending her into a frantic mode to contain his cum. The deep, breathing schoolboy did not move as his dick kept squirting, till every drop was out.

Wei Hao was done in a few long seconds and was mostly cleaned during the panty-rub. He then helped her put on his spare clean shorts and buckled her bra for her, before leaving the toilet behind Charis. Just so no one would spot him coming out of the ladies first.

Charis: ‘Don’t tell anyone about it k?’
Wei Hao: ‘I won’t. Who do you think I am?’
Charis: ‘Our class monitor. And my good buddy.’

They walked uneventfully into their class that had gone havoc in the absence of a teacher. No one had questioned their disappearance and appearance, leaving them to be the only ones to know what they did.

Classes came and passed quickly for that day as their MC teacher was supposed to take them for two subjects over three periods. It was freedom for everyone after their last lesson and Wei Hao got a message after he stayed behind to ensure everyone left the classroom.

Charis (WhatsApp): ‘Left school yet? There is no one in the toilet now.’

Of course, it was a Friday and everyone had rushed off for their weekend activities. The school emptied itself in a flash, and even the teachers were no longer around. I guess we would understand how it felt. Wei Hao happily made his way to the toilet and did the same, hello-ing a few times before going into the same cubicle where Charis was waiting in her school uniform.

Charis: ‘We have till five before the uncle locks the gate. This time, you are going to strip me.’

A smile broke his cool look and her buttons popped off easily. What would they do this time? Using just their hands and mouths? Who knows? ;)

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Against My Bag

As I cramped towards the middle of the double carriage 851, I couldn’t adjust my office bag (rectangular in design) in time and hit the legs of a girl standing behind me against the curved plastic wall. I gave her an apologetic nod and received a small shake of her head to tell me it’s alright. With close to 45 minutes before I get home, I was prepared to be standing on this εˆδΈ€ (first day of the lunar month) packed bus. Most of my attention was in fact on the girl, whom had to endure the discomfort of my bag.

As more people boarded, things only got worse after I was forced to lean backwards at her. There was just so little space and passengers were in a hurry to get home in the rainy weather. After the crowd stopped increasing in numbers, my hand on the centre pole was slowly draining the strength in my arm.

The poor girl behind me had adjusted herself a few times along the way and my bag was slipping between her legs in the most embarrassing accident.

Me: ‘I’m sorry.’
Girl: ‘It’s okay.’

Those were the only words I could say to her. The bus whizzed past stops from then and it was a smoother ride. The handle of my bag was detecting more movements from the girl and a discreet glance at my bag actually gave me a view that made my ride slightly better. The edge of my bag was pressing against her groin and she was in fact using it to get herself off.

Her hands went to my shoulders and pulled me backwards, feeling the tip of her bra on my back.

Girl: ‘You want to turn and face me?’

It was then I took note of what she was wearing, a see-through chiffon blouse with a spaghetti top under, and a pair of high waist denim shorts. Face to face, we were so close to each other that I could smell the subtle floral scent from her. The blushing on her face made her looked cute and I was head over heels for that brief moment.

Me (whispering): ‘Am I accidentally turning you on?’
Girl (whispering): ‘A little?’

I took a step closer to her and placed my bag behind her feet, using my pants to hide the hand that I had covered her groin with. My fingers had to work hard over that thick material but she was receiving well. The constant swallowing of her saliva, and eyes looked mostly downwards. I could tell she was enjoying it.

Me: ‘How old are you? You look young.’
Girl: ’20? I’ve seen you a few times taking this bus.’

Is it? How could I have missed her? The neck length rounded haircut totally fitted her well and the make up was light enough to showcase her smooth complexion.

Girl: ‘I can feel you against me.’

Feel me? My hand is rubbing you.. wait.. did she meant my hard on? She held the collar of my shirt and put my head beside her. Now, anyone would think that we were a couple, which wasn’t so bad with this pretty lady. She undid the zip on her shorts and then did a quick turn of her body to face the boring zigzag wall just so I could have an easier access. Pushing my hand into the tiny zipper opening, I felt her panties under and continued rubbing her pussy, trying to reach deeper each time.

We stood in that awkward position for close to five minutes before she suddenly pushed her butt against me, and I had to pin her to avoid hitting the passenger behind me. The dampness of her panties had told me she had came and she turned herself quickly after to prevent any suspicion.

Girl: ‘Your turn.’
Me: ‘How?’
Girl: ‘Cover with your bag? Face forward.’

This time, I did hit the guy in front of me while getting my back turned and had to lean on her to make space for my briefcase. Instead of unzipping me, she wriggled her hand into my belt and made her way into my underwear. The restricted space did not allow her to do much except fondle my dick until she was reaching her stop. That thumb of hers rubbing over my dickhead was so unbearable but that was what made it fun, to hold back my sensitiveness in the presence of the public.

Girl: ‘Sorry I couldn’t help you. I’m getting off the next stop.’

By then, her hand was out and we were looking as ‘normal’ as possible. I gave her a casual smile and told her it’s okay, since I had more fun than what I expected on this bus ride. The guilty look was unavoidable as she took it as a mutual exchange of pleasure.

Girl: ‘Do you want to alight with me?’

It was only 2pm in the day and I had time to go anywhere I wanted. Getting off the bus with her, we walked to a block deep into the neighbourhood and stopped at a stairwell. The huge wet patches gave us only a few steps to sit on and she was eager to get started. Never had I met a girl so anxious and initiating towards a stranger, we haven’t got each others’ name too.

After listening to the noises in the floor for a few minutes, we felt safer and I undid my belt, lowering my zip to let her handle my hard on. The handjob started off rough as there was no lubrication. The strokes couldn’t get any faster without a burn and it wasn’t good for me as well.

Me: ‘Do you want to put some saliva over it?’

She dropped some saliva over it and continued pumping her fist, smoother and more slippery this time. It was kind of one-side from then as I was the only one who had not came yet. As much as I wanted to lay back and enjoy, it didn’t feel as good as two person cumming together.

Me: ‘Would you like to have sex?’
Girl: ‘I.. I wanted to ask you that too.’
Me: ‘Is it easy for you to cover if anyone walks pass?’
Girl: ‘My shirt is long enough. I think.’

Shirt?! It was translucent! Even if it could cover, it won’t hide anything. At that time, I couldn’t care less and watched her removed her shorts, leaving a plain pink cotton panties to clad her private part. We stood against the railings and I lowered her undies enough to see her pussy. It was that shaved, smooth goodness that every man would like to lay their hands on, I won’t deny I had that urge too. I ran my fingers along her slit a few times before she hurried me in a slightly desperate tone.

Yes, there was no time to waste. With my pants sliding down my legs, I angled my hips upwards and penetrated that sweet, wet hole. Reckless, raw and possibly dangerous. She held onto the handrail tightly while her body shook violently from my pounding. We had to keep ourselves as quiet as possible not to alarm the neighbours, plus the silent sex didn’t feel too bad too.

The mature looking 20 year old was moaning softly as I made deeper strokes, ramming her till she was begging for more. There wasn’t much dry spots to try other positions and we weren’t complaining about the standing doggie too. My naughty hands kept massaging her breasts under the tank top and she was getting tighter from the excitement of being discovered.

Girl: ‘Cumming soon?’
Me: ‘Yeah. A bit more. I’ll go all the way till I shoot k?’
Girl: ‘Before you shoot please.’

A breathy ‘haha’ came and I picked up my speed in that risky situation. Pounding her ass hard, I was doing my best to cum at the same time with her. True enough, after another few minutes, her vagina closed around my shaft and I felt my dick bombarding my mind with an ejaculation siren.

Pulling out of her shivering body turning cold from chilly weather and orgasm, I went to the small drain to kill the biological tadpoles. She rushed over to me, standing in the opening in the wall where anyone could have seen her, and hugged me from the back. Hand jerking me off, I let her did the rest and lazily rested my head on her shoulders.

Unknowingly, she had aimed my meat pipe upwards and the load totally went all over her fingers. Unwilling to stop halfway, she stroked me faster to milk every drop and I was exhausted in no time. With her dirtied hand and nowhere to sit, I took the pack of tissue in her bag for her and helped her cleaned up.

Girl: ‘There’s cum over you too. I should have aimed it at the wall.’
Me: ‘It’s okay luh. I am heading home to clean up.’
Girl: ‘No. I’ll clean up for you. Don’t move.’

I was ready to hand her another piece of tissue when she nudged my hand, crumpling the pack of tissue. She squatted down in front of me and pushed me against the wall, taking my cum-covered dick into her mouth and sucking it clean. More of my goodies went into her mouth and she swallowed it conveniently, citing that she did not want to dirty her stairs.

Thoughtful isn’t she? The short oral ended after my dick was smoothly cleaned and she wore her shorts back. We got dressed and the unexpected quickie came to an end. It was the most random sex I had with a not-too-bad looking chick. How I wished more of such opportunities came, weren’t you guys thinking to same?

Girl: ‘Do you want to keep in contact?’
Me: ‘It will be my honour.’
Girl: ‘Don’t say so soon. You might not be able to keep up.’

A cheeky smile came as we exchanged contacts and she went up stairs back home. Before I left, she pointed at the wall where she lived and that was when I realised we were fucking so close to her house. Someone could have just walked to the lift and see their sweet looking neighbour being boned under the cloudy weather. Does such life-threatening outdoor sex actually excites her? Now I understood what she meant by ‘not being able to keep up’.

For the rest of the journey home, I felt at peace despite boarding a bus as crowded and just could not stop thinking about that beautiful face sucking me off so obediently. I would definitely want more of that. At least I have something to look forward to when I work right?

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A Long Time Ago

Uncle Patrick: ‘J kor kor! Long time no see. All grown up huh. Breakfast alone?’

It was comical for an uncle to call me ‘kor kor’, but it had been my identity to him for the longest time. Because her daughter had always addressed me by that, he too, picked that up so she knew who he was taking about. Uncle Patrick was that modern dad who could make jokes that every generation would laugh at. He was a hardworking father in my eyes, sometimes, too hardworking that his wife felt neglected, but still thankful for the money he made.

The small talks started at a coffee shop where I decided to have a lonely breakfast on my rest day. With a plate of three pratas, I couldn’t help but smile at gentleman whom I had not seen since I was still in secondary school. His wife was a good friend of my mum but I seldom see them now, staying at my grandmother’s place as it was closer to work. He had went overseas for an oil rig assignment and once he left, it was for years. It was so heartwarming to see him healthy and almost accustomed to Singapore’s culture again.

As we ate, a young girl with brown hair tied into a ponytail came and sit with us, placing the stack of coins on the table. Suddenly, I felt so ‘lok kok’ (a term used to describe poor dress sense or old) in the presence of the fashionable lady who was wearing a white t-shirt over the high-waist bottom, one that girls knew as a flare skirt.

Ahh shit! What was I thinking? Uncle Patrick introduced me to his daughter, Felyn and she reached her small hand out to shake. I promptly took her soft palm and gave it a few waves, hoping she would not detect the oiliness I accidentally caught on my pinky.

Uncle Patrick: ‘Remember J kor kor? He always bring you out when mummy isn’t around to take care of you.’
Felyn: ‘I don’t remember. It has been too long.’
Me: ‘Yeah. It’s almost six years ago already. I couldn’t recognise her too.’
Uncle Patrick: ‘She’s now in secondary three, and you’ve completed your army. Time past so fast.’

We laughed and ate up our breakfast, before he picked his bag up as I was done. Felyn was only halfway with her hot bowl of porridge but he was ready to leave?

Uncle Patrick: ‘Come home early tonight k? Don’t stay out so late. Enough money?’
Felyn: ‘8pm okay? Umm.. twenty?’

He opened his wallet and slipped the notes into the corner of her bag, and shook my hands again, with intention to catch up with me some other time. Drinking my ice Milo slowly, I was eyeing on Felyn who was taking super small spoonful into her lips, careful not to smudge her glossy lipstick. A few mouths later, she turned for a sneaky glance at her dad and rummaged her bag for a pack of cigarette.

Felyn: ‘You smoke?’
Me: ‘Nope. You can go ahead.’

She lit the stick and drew a small puff using the middle of her lips, like a sucking a straw. Somehow, this unhealthy habit appeared so seductive in her actions and it only drove my thoughts wilder. I couldn’t bring myself to make any moves on her since she was the daughter of a good friend. I finished the last bit of drink and did a pinch over my lips to clean it up.

Felyn: ‘Tissue for you?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Thanks.’

She pushed the packet on the table to me and I used one, folding it neatly before wiping. We continued chatting about our lives and she was actually single, with that pretty face. How could it be?

Felyn: ‘Where do you live now?’
Me: ‘In Ang Mo Kio. With my granny.’
Felyn: ‘That’s nearby. Oh.. Don’t tell my dad about me smoking k?’
Me: ‘I won’t. Where are you going now?’
Felyn: ‘I don’t know. My friends haven’t replied me yet. I just finished my exams, so I didn’t want to stay home.’
Me: ‘I see. Hang around for a while then.’
Felyn: ‘You free to go out today?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Today is my off day.’

She took a one second sip at her straw and that was all for her breakfast, a quarter bowl of porridge, and three quarters of bandung left untouched. We headed for the bus stop where 88 would bring us to Junction 8 and I was feeling uneasy. Not because I was going out with such a hot looking school girl, but eyes were on me, an old guy with a young girl. Our age gap was almost seven years in difference but she was comfortable with me. What more could I ask for?

We hopped on the bus and she went up to the upper deck, sitting at the second last row of seats. She took the window view and I sat silently beside, waiting for our stop to come.

Felyn: ‘Where does this bus go?’
Me: ‘To Bedok Bus Interchange.’
Felyn: ‘Are you sure?’
Me: ‘Yupp. My camp is there. Takes about one and a half hour.’
Felyn: ‘Okay. Let’s just take this all the way and then come back. Alright with you?’

Her head turned and her ponytail fell to her shoulder. My lips stretched helplessly into a smile and nodded at her. Before we even reach the third stop, her head went onto my arm and leaned comfortably against me, as though she had known me for a long time.

Me: ‘Tired?’
Felyn: ‘Nope. Just that your fatty arms looked so soft.’
Me: ‘Eh! Your head is hard k?’

I looked out of the window and the shampoo scent went up my nose, reminding me how nice girls smelled no matter if they just had a work out – or not showered. Like boyfriend and girlfriend, boarding passengers gave us a look when they came up but sat towards the front, as though they were imagining that we chose this spot so we could get touchy. Well, let’s not talk about others, while 95% would move into the rear, I was one of the few who would respect the privacy of other couples too.

Felyn: ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Still attached.’
Felyn: ‘Oh! She won’t mind right?’
Me: ‘Mind what? You are just putting your head on me.’

She adjusted her knees to push against the backrest of the seats in front of us and the skirt fell lower to her hips. About 85% of her legs were showing now and things would get ‘harder’ from what she just did. We spoke only ten sentences throughout the journey and the morning breakfast was causing me to get tired as well.

Me: ‘Felyn, wake up. We are reaching.’

Her sleeping face was angelic, and it was the only word worthy. I planted a light kiss on that forehead to reminisce the times with my girlfriend, just for fun I guess. The bus turned into the interchange and we alighted, heading for the side gate immediately so she could get a smoke. The few army boys that booked out stared at her and one even winked at me, not like I haven’t been through what they had.

Felyn: ‘I need to use the toilet. Can you wait outside?’

I stood at the door of the ladies and she went about her business. As some of us knew, the main doors at that toilets were seldom shut and the wide opening below could be seen. The stream of pee hit the bowl and I acted blur while listening to her. Now I can tell her ‘I know what you did last summer’.

She exited while adjusting her skirt higher and we sat at the stone chairs, just in time to board the 88 back home.

Felyn: ‘Where are we going now?
Me: ‘Toa Payoh.’
Felyn: ‘Okay. That should take as long right?’
Me: ‘Longer.’

We hopped on and went to the upper deck, even the driver had recognised us. This time, she picked the last row and we left our bags in the middle seat.

Felyn: ‘Do you like me?’
Me: ‘I do. As a good friend of your dad.’
Felyn: ‘Shall we spent today as boyfriend and girlfriend? Your girl don’t have to know.’
Me: ‘I don’t mind. But you can’t tell your dad.’
Felyn: ‘I won’t.’

She kissed my cheeks and the silly me placed my hand on her inner thigh. She covered my hand with hers and turned to land my kiss on her lips instead of her cheeks. Accident? I don’t know. Our lips parted but our gaze remained locked, as though something in us wanted more. Unexpectedly, her hands went around my neck and pulled me in, starting a tongue fight that left our tongue brushing against each other.

While our mouths were busy, my hand was sliding down her legs and under her skirt. I didn’t know how open she was until then. What was it that attracted her? Loneliness? Gratitude? Or just lust? I did not advance any further under her skirt and stopped an inch away from her panties.

Felyn: ‘Why did you stop?’
Me: ‘Why did you let me do this?’

She swallowed her saliva and placed her face a distance from me. Something important was coming out of her, or so I guessed.

Felyn: ‘You might not know me that well, but I remember you and what you did for me. Remember when I was still in primary school? You took care of me for a few days when our parents went to Malaysia to shop. I felt like a princess when you cooked for me and let me buy whatever I want when we went out, staying beside me all the time. Until just now when we met, I was kind of stalking you on FaceBook. My dream was to be yours when I grow up.’

Me: ‘I am sorry for bringing your hopes so high. I didn’t expect this.’
Felyn: ‘It’s okay. You didn’t know too. I can tell you’ve changed when the three of us spoke. You have no idea how excited I was when you stared at me. I.. I want to be with you and feel like a princess again.’

Me: ‘I’ve changed? But I didn’t treat you like a princess today.’
She pushed my hand onto her skirt and I stopped in fear. There was no panties over her pussy and it was even a little wet.

Felyn: ‘You don’t have to cook for me or care for me like in the past. I have grown up now. You can make me feel like a princess with your fingers.’

Her middle finger went over mine and went to rub on her clit. Her breaths got deeper and I understood what she meant. You guys have no idea what a dilemma I was in. My girlfriend is a wonderful girl who understood me, and this 15 year old, seemed so much more tempting to own. I sat myself upright but kept my fingers rubbing, there was just so much going through my head. It wasn’t everyday a girl would throw herself at me, plus I only looked at her like a sister.

Me: ‘I can’t break up for you. Cause I might just break up with you for another girl.’
Felyn: ‘I know. Let’s just spend today together. I don’t want to hurt her too. I am happy just to have you for one day.’

Her hand went over to my shorts and went along my thigh. She dug her way into my underwear and held the shameless erection in her soft palm. The fact that she was underaged made me much hornier despite knowing rotan might come my way if she ever exposed me. Her legs opened wider for me to finger and I went in after a few shallow thrusts, causing her to breath loudly in place of moans.

Felyn: ‘Do you do this with her too?’
Me: ‘No. She doesn’t like to be fingered.’
Felyn: ‘Then what do you guys do?’
Me: ‘Just normal sex. Nothing else.’
Felyn: ‘No blowjob?’

I shook my head and she had a sparkle in her eyes for a new idea. My waistband was lowered to my thighs and she laid herself over my lap in the small corner, taking my dick into her mouth without warning. Those small lips of hers pushed every possible button and my mind went blank immediately. The inexperienced girl had no problem executing the standard up down motion and even used the chance to practice her tongue. The cutesy swirls on my tip totally drove me out of control and I almost groaned to the sudden descend of her mouth.

She went on for at least five minutes before I picked her up, stopping the one-sided pleasure gift. She was after all, a princess in my eyes. Going between my legs, she stood and packed her skirt to the sides, lowering herself over my dick as I was still figuring out what she was doing.

Right before I could deflower her, I jerked back onto the backrest and let my dick slip between her butt cheeks.

Me: ‘We can’t have sex. I won’t do this to you.’
Felyn: ‘Then I will do this for myself.’

I couldn’t nudge her body away as she was pushing against the headrest in front, and her other hand had went under her pussy to bring my dick out. There was nothing I could do in that little struggle and my tip was in her before I knew it. She bounced awkwardly for a few times to get my stick deeper and we took about ten seconds before she fully sat over it.

Felyn: ‘We have to be quick, before anyone comes.’

I tilted my head at the camera and assumed we were out of sight. Holding her waist still, I flopped like a fish and sank my dick in and out of her, while listening to the soft moans that escaped. Soon, she was left bouncing atop me once we realised it was too cramped for a standing doggie. As the minutes passed, Felyn got tired and we were dangerously doing nothing while inside of her.

Looking at the window next to us that had a banner over it, it was a good cover for another position.

Me: ‘Over here. Kneel and bend over.’

‘Get into doggie‘ would be too crude for a sweet girl like her, and she did not mind that angle too. We kept one knee on the seat and the other standing on the floor, it wasn’t too bad a stance for a public ‘ride’. I started to pound her rear shortly after and things got crazier. I was pumping her so hard for a tiny body and she was barely managing it. I went on for at least five minutes before the bus stopped for a boarding passenger (we could see him from the one way window), and returned to our seats still panting and horny.

Felyn: ‘Why did he have to come up. There are so many seats below.’
Me: ‘You won’t know.’

Side-by-side, there was only that few ways to finish our job. She kept one feet on the seat and let me continue masturbating her, while she jerked that slimy rod of mine. With the thrill of being heard, her next orgasm came quick and she was slouching lower as I kept thrusting my fingers into her contraction.

Felyn: ‘Stop stop.. I can’t take it anymore. Let me finish you?’

She squatted in that little floor space and I turned to face the window, keeping my legs opened for her. The man turned and saw that she had disappeared, but did not have any reasons to move towards us. By then, Felyn was working on my dick again, sucking much faster and deeper. We remained in that position for close to ten minutes before I gave her a warning.

Me: ‘I’m cumming.’
Felyn: ‘Okay.’

Her mouth went over it again and forced herself to deep throat me. That five strokes were all I could take before my volcano erupted the white lava into her mouth, where her tongue took over the job to tease my pee hole. I kept shooting as she continued sucking, till my mind gave up and body exhausted to pump anymore cum.

With her mouth filled with cum, we returned to our original position and sat calming, acting stupid about what just happened. She slapped my face between her hands and turned me to her, forcing me to watch her opened mouth swallow. The load slid down like a refuse chute and the only bit of cum stuck on her tongue was gone after she closed her mouth.

Felyn: ‘Like it?’
Me: ‘A lot. Your first time?’
Felyn: ‘Yupp. Everything I did today was my first. Except when you put your fingers inside.’

Now, what have I got myself into? She wouldn’t use this to threaten me to leave my girl and be with her right? Cause she could keep me with her for the rest of my life if she wanted. We adjusted our clothes back and she wore her panties back, using my hand to massage her pussy for the rest of the journey.

Surprisingly, I was rushed to alight at the same stop we boarded the previous bus and she let me walk her home. Hitting on the fifth floor in the lift, I only remembered she lived on the third floor after getting out. Bringing me to the stairs, she made me sit down and proceed to remove her panties once again.

Felyn: ‘Since we are only together for a day, can we do it again?’
Me: ‘I.. ‘

She went down on her knees and tugged my shorts down. Being a gentleman, I did not reject the girl and her mouth went to suck me hard again. After it returned to the fuckable size, she climbed over my body and sat down on it, face to face. Engaging my mouth in a salivary war, she humped onto me vigorously and none of us could moan in that situation. I was getting hornier from her daring initiation and her pussy was much tighter than before.

I only let her rode for a few minutes before I carried her like a baby, giving her time to stand on her feet before pulling out.

Me: ‘Open your legs for me?’

Was it a little too offending? She bent her body over the railings of the stairwell and let me plunge my dick back in. It was still wet from the public bus ride and I got started in no time. Pumping away, she was climaxing faster and more frequently, commenting on my size that was growing inside her. As we fucked each other senseless, her knees weakened and we were in doggie. This time, I held her slender waist and jerked myself hard at her.

Since I was at a point of no return, might as well go all the way right? We spent the next five minutes in a frenzy doggie style until she collapsed to the side, letting me catch her before she hit the edges of the step.

Felyn: ‘I.. no more.. ‘

The look on her face was a mix of pleasure and agony. She had obviously pushed herself to the limits and her body could not take anymore of it. After all, it was her first time. She sat on the concrete ground right below the flight and I stood with my legs opened over her. She held my dick and aimed it downwards, covering the tip with her mouth.

Since she had no more energy, I took great care as I thrust my hips, using her mouth to end the game. Unhurriedly, she paid more attention to what was happening in her mouth and used whatever she had learnt to caress my rod. We went on gracefully for some time before my delay-timer was up.

Me: ‘I’m cumming.’
Felyn: ‘Mmm.. ‘

I stopped moving and let her move her mouth, till the second load was emptied into her without the forceful gush. She could only suck harder to help me clear my balls and I let her catch her breath after I was done. How my previous load went down repeated itself again, and she licked her lips this time to show how yummy it was.

Felyn: ‘I’m so tired now.’
Me: ‘Me too. You made me really crazy.’

I helped her wear her panties back on and my clothes were straightened. She used the stairs to get back home and I made my way home as well, walking in the rain that started falling midway. We had each other’s number and it did not take long for her to contact me.

Felyn (WhatsApp): ‘Have sex with your girlfriend and find me for the foreplay. I won’t mind at all.’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Shhh.. secret.’

An image came for her reply and it was a picture taken in her bathroom, standing in front of a mirror with her clothes off. No faces, but it was a good piece of memory to keep.

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Smoking A Pipe

Taking long drags from his box of cigarettes from Malaysia, Edwin stood at one of the staircase of Downtown East chalet where his friends were still drinking away. He had found this quiet spot from his many visits and knew little people would walk past. Deep in half-drunk thoughts, footsteps were suddenly heard behind him and he tucked his box away, worried that it could be the police making their rounds.

Girl: ‘It’s just me. Don’t worry.’
Edwin: ‘Scare me. Thought it’s the police.’

The short haired girl stood next to him in a silky, one-piece night dress and took his lighter to lit her stick. Edwin only took a glance at her and went back to his thoughts, smiling to himself knowing a beautiful girl was accompanying him.

Edwin: ‘Spending the night here huh?’
Girl: ‘Yeah. My friends were all asleep. No fun one.’

He took a sip from his bottle of Carlsberg, wiped his hand dry and reached out for a handshake, giving his name and getting hers in return. The name Eliza fitted her well as a certain high-class aura surrounded her, especially how her manicured fingers clamped the cigarette.

Edwin: ‘Not drinking tonight?’
Eliza: ‘Nah. They are a bunch of good girls. I think I’m the most badass among them.’

He turned his body around to face the steps, while she slanted sideways at him. Under the dim moonlight, he could make out the shapely figure that was actually braless. The nightdress was slightly loose for her, but it was meant to be comfortable right? He finished his last breath and stamped out the butt with his feet, in no hurry to leave this pretty lady.

Edwin: ‘You.. want to do something together?’

A short blow of smoke concluded her smoke break and she flung the butt into the grass patch through the opening. His bottle was further emptied when she gulped a mouthful down and she stepped up to him, outrageously cupping her hand over his groin to rub it up and down all the time keeping her eyes on his.

Eliza: ‘Something like this?’
Edwin: ‘Yeah. Exactly what I am talking about.’

He grabbed her waist and flipped her back onto his chest, hugging her closely while his hand lifted her dress to get under. In no time, her boobs were getting fondled to her moans and the hand over his crotch was digging awkwardly into his shorts.

Edwin (whispering): ‘Let me remove it for you.’

With one hand, he unbuttoned his shorts and she handled the zip. The cold touch of her fingers on his dick took his breath away and they were getting hotter by the minute. Edwin had no idea how far she was willing to go, but certainly did not want to lose his chance even if it was only a handjob. Subsequently after the breasts play, he ran his hand between her legs to find her panty-less pussy a little moist.

Not risking any mood killer words, he pressed onto her clit and vibrated his fingers, causing Eliza to tremble as an orgasm came for her fast. He had been holding onto her throughout the climax that weakened her legs, smelling the womanly perfume she had wore as her head leaned back on his shoulders. Oh how much did he want to kiss on those thin, red lips of hers.

Eliza: ‘It’s your turn now.’
Edwin: ‘You’ve had enough?’
Eliza: ‘I wasn’t even supposed to get any tonight. It’s more than enough.’

She squatted down in front of his shorts and he let his closed feet drop the pants. The girl gave it a few pumps to get his pre-cum flowing and then took it into her lips, shoving her head forward for a start. Edwin was in the most relaxed mood as he did not need to do anything, for she was diligently sucking him at her own pace.

Her tongue had pushed his dick against the top of her mouth and served as a pussy replacement, maintaining a soft environment in the warmth. Her saliva had flooded her orifices and it was truly as good as being in a pussy. Edwin’s job was simple, to shoot. As the girl placed her hands on his butt, the increase in speed caused him to lose his balance and had to hang onto the railings for support.

Eliza was listening closely to his breathing and voice, slowing down as soon as his rod started pulsating. Edwin was looking down at her when she gave him a grin with his dick still in her mouth, and did a last outward stroke to push the eject button. A little lip massage under his hood caused him to bend forward and exclaim that he was cumming.

As if she was a doctor, Eliza stood up and stepped aside, grabbing his dick and stroking it in the opposite direction. The inward force of his sperms was uncomfortable at first, but she gradually synchronised her movements with the waves, forcing him to keep shooting beyond ten rapid rounds. Edwin had never done this before and it felt good despite the initial discomfort. There was so much cum on the floor that she herself was glad she did not take it in her mouth.

Eliza: ‘Like it?’
Edwin: ‘It was the best in my life I think.’
Eliza: ‘I’ve heard that many times from my ex.’

Edwin passed her the bottle of beer to drink so she could rinse her mouth. He offered to get her off another around and she agreed, sitting on the steps while he sat between her legs. This time, his fingers entered in a +1 sequence until three was all she could take, and body convulsing uncontrollably to his powerful jabs.

As the night ticked away, she was smoking and moaning in pleasure, filled with his hand that had the roughness on the right parts. The first time having three fingers totally drove her beyond her limit and the next orgasm came very differently.

A huge gush of cum squirted over his thrusting hand and onto the ground over the semen, mixing in as it splattered. Edwin kept going despite the fact she held his hand in resistance, triggering a back-to-back squirting move that proved too much for her. After seeing the girl collapse in exhaustion, he finally stopped and helped her back to her room.

With a big patch of wet stain on her dress, she was fully worn out and could sleep better. They exchange numbers at her door and he left after a peck on his cheeks. Lying on the empty bed (while his friends were still drinking), his mind was still thinking about the blowjob she gave and a hard on was slowly appearing in his shorts.

Eliza (Whatsapp): ‘I like your cigar. It is good to smoke.’
Edwin (Whatsapp): ‘Let’s not get me started on your water gun. Thanks for tonight. Really enjoyed myself.’
Eliza (Whatsapp): ‘I had fun too. Am tired now. Goodnight.’

What a wonderful night to be so lucky to win a fling. He went to sleep after her last message and wasn’t disturbed until it was time to check out. As they met again on their way to the gantry, he smiled at the shy girl with friends around looking as great as her. The sight of her in a bikini under a sheer halter dress stayed in his mind throughout the ride home.

As for Eliza, he was just one of the guys she had blew on the three nights stay at the chalet. Who cares if she was a slut? Just so long she doesn’t have any STDs right?

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Wedgie

It was intentional when Ivy felt a wedgie between her pussy thanks to the close fit panties she wore. That range of undies had an open crotch designed for ladies to protect their privates while they peed, and the seam right between her slit was pressing onto her clit. Getting wet in a crowded last train was what she needed last and the swerving of the cabin just kept her on her toes to keep massaging her pussy against the uncomfortable panties.

Face reddened from the unwanted teasing, she alighted at her stop to the staring eyes of strangers at her beautiful face, brightened by the natural glow under the make up. Clicking her heels all the way to the station toilet, she was urgent to relieve her bladder from the two cups of orange juice she had before leaving work. Upon slamming the door in the hurry, she wiped the seat clean and sat over it, carefully spreading the seams of her new undies to pee.

A shudder came and went as the pressure was eased, and a quick clean up was done with two pieces of toilet paper stacked together. Ivy got up without adjusting the opening and fell back down when she felt her pussy lips got squeezed together, delivering a mind numbing sensation of pleasure along her slit.

Since the toilet was quiet, she knew there was no one waiting and once again opened the crotch area, taking out her lipstick vibrator. Putting it over her clit was the last thing she needed to relax after a tiring day of work and she rested on the cover, placing one leg over the toilet paper holder to reach her intimate spots.

Dipping the vibrator deeper, she ignored the noises coming from the next cubicle and focused on getting herself off. As the ruffling of clothes stopped, two voices were heard from next door and she realised it was a couple doing something they shouldn’t.

Man (whispering): ‘Are you sure there is no one else?’
Woman (whispering): ‘Don’t care. I want you inside me now.’
Man (whispering): ‘Shhh.. turn over.’

A few seconds later, the shadows under the cubicle stopped and a moan was heard as Ivy imagined his dick penetrating the girl’s pussy. Ivy’s mind was getting distracted by the soft slapping sounds accompanied by groans and moans, while her fingers moved on their on. That red part of her toy was getting useless to fill her urge and she switched to use her fingers. Fingering herself faster, a juicy wet sound was produced and the couple next to her had picked it up during the moments of silence.

Man (whispering): ‘I think there is someone next to us.’
Woman: ‘Hello?’
Ivy: ‘You guys can continue. Don’t mind me.’

A long break came and a black satin drawstring pouch was slipped into Ivy’s cubicle. She took it up and unwrapped a black rubber dildo, clean and smooth to the touch.

Woman: ‘Use it. It’s clean.’

The man shoved his dick harder to cause another louder moan and pounded his girl harder, to help Ivy imagine better while the dildo thrust deep into her. As time past, not a single soul stepped into the toilet to disrupt them and Ivy was getting dizzier from the orgasms she had quietly.

Woman: ‘You want to join us? I have condoms with me.’
Ivy: ‘No thanks.’
Man: ‘And eight inches.’

8 inches?! Ivy had not tried that before and the offer with protection seemed too good to pass. She quickly unlocked the door and the couple entered naked, with the girl leaning over Ivy’s body to use the water tank as support. The man took his time to roll the condom on and the girls spoke for the period.

Woman (whispering): ‘I am too weak to continue. He made me cum three times already.’
Ivy (whispering): ‘You’re okay to share him?’
Woman (whispering): ‘Yeah. He’s my loving husband. And we’ve never done it before with someone else.’

The man was done in no time and his girl shifted away, giving Ivy space to stand on one leg and the other kneeling on the toilet cover. The other girl sat with her legs folded in front of Ivy and rested her head on the tank, since there was not much space for three person. He carefully guided his rubber covered dick between Ivy’s open crotch panties into her pussy and started moving in slow strokes, splitting her vagina with little difficulty.

In a few more thrusts, he was ramming into her deepest spot and the other girl was touching her neck to increase the pleasure. She went on to unbutton her chiffon blouse and went under her bra, twisting those nipples as Ivy got redder from the pumping dick.

Ivy (whispering): ‘He’s really big.’
Woman (whispering): ‘I know right.’

After that sentence, a small shiver shot through her body and a couple droplets of juices landed on the toilet cover with a thud. The man was pounding her harder as her pussy tightened, driving him wild.

Man (whispering): ‘Fuck arghh.. I am shooting.’

The woman stretched her hands towards him and pushed him away, before helping Ivy step to the side. She removed the condom and sat at the edge of the seat, bringing her mouth to his dick and let him mouth fuck her. Ivy took the small space behind her and returned the favour, pinching her nipples and rolling it between her fingers.

His hands shoved her head so deep that it frightened Ivy, but she knew the girl would be alright. The minute felt like an hour to Ivy and when he finally froze, the girl pulled her mouth till her lips were just around his dick head. The man fell hard against the door and his hips trembled, pumping his man juice into his girl’s mouth.

The couple was done once she swallowed and they sneaked back into their cubicle after he checked the corridor. The toy was taken when she left and Ivy was once again alone.

Man: ‘Thanks for the chance.’
Ivy: ‘Don’t mention. You’re good.’

They got dressed and the three of them left together, girls holding hands and the guy carrying his girl’s bag.

Woman: ‘You live around here?’
Ivy: ‘Yeah.’
Woman: ‘Let’s do it again if we’re fated. I think he loves it. He came so much in my mouth.’

Ivy loved it too, having a round of sex filled with that huge piece of meat that gave her two orgasms in a row, and there was no strings attached, not even names. They went their separate ways home and Ivy was pleased with the undies she bought. That night, thoughts about that quickie kept bothering her and she masturbated herself in that same soiled underwear she wore after shower, draining the rest of her energy for a good night’s sleep.