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Synchronised Peeping.

Jane could not sleep from the light coming in from her parents’ room and she knew they had some work to rush for the next day. After a while of fidgeting on bed, she got up and went to the kitchen for a cup of ice cold milk. That would always help her get to sleep on such nights. A glass later, she walked silently across her parents’ door and saw through the partly opened door, her mum’s naked top covered from her chest down. Quickly, she went back into her room and covered her blanket over her head, keeping silent for any sounds, yet going against her curiosity to see what was happening. The door was opened enough for her to see her dad as well, but she did not remember anything else.

As soon as she was feeling drowsy, fast and shallow breathing were coming from the room and the groans from her dad was getting louder as well. Now fully awake, she pulled opened the drawer from under the lamp table beside her, and took her rubber dildo out. Jane’s legs spread out and the tip of the toy poked into her, just slightly as her eyes shut to imagine what her mum was going through. Just after a few minutes into her masturbation, there was no sounds coming and she just had to get out of bed to see what went on.

Peeping into the gap, she was looking at her dad lying on the bed, and adjusting her view, she saw her mum’s mouth open in the silhouette and took the giant in. The figure of her head going up and down the singular rod was very prominent and the toy in her hand was begging her to do something to it too. Jane sat lightly onto the waxed wooden floor and her legs parted enough for her fingers. With the groaning from her dad, Jane realised how good her mum was and her fingers followed her body’s instructions to rub on her own clit and get started.

After a short while of dad receiving a blowjob, Jane watched closely as she climbed over his body, to give him a peck, and started to lower herself over her dad’s dick.

Mum (whispering): ‘You’re so big!’

Dad (whispering): ‘Shhh! Our girl might hear us!’

He held mum’s waist and led her up and down, bouncing the pair of firm boobs in the light. Jane quickly got on her knees and let the toy get sucked firmly onto the floor, beside sitting slowly on it and feeling her pussy get filled by the cold toy. She wanted to get into the tempo of her parent’s riding position, the toy only went about two inches in before she started to lift and drop herself, allowing the toy to penetrate deeper into her as her juices flowed.

If her parents ever looked at the door, they would spot the glimmering eyes that were staring right at them, but luckily, they had not noticed. Jane finally matched her mum’s tempo hopping on daddy’s hard cock and she had sighed an orgasm, that sent her body shivering over daddy. Her mum got off his dick and it was that instant where Jane received her orgasm as well, shivering just like her mum after the last stroke from that dildo.

Mum had gone to lay on the bed in front of daddy and Jane too, laid on the floor with her head turned, eyes on her parents. A shock came when her dad whispered something to her mum and looked as though he wanted to check on her, but her mum just pulled him towards her and he fell over her boobs, kissing her as she stuck her tongue out. Heaving a breath of relieve, her head rested back on the floor and the toy slowly poked into her wet pussy.

Mum: ‘Oh god!’

Daddy (whispering): ‘Shhh!’

His hips worked like a machine thrusting forth and back, sending her mum’s hands all over the bed, searching for something to hold on to. His hands grabbed her breasts hard and squeezed them while his dick satisfied the fuck out of her, pumping madly at her. For Jane, everything was so clear in the light and her hand were also pushing the toy at extreme speed into her. The other hand reached for her braless breast under her shirt and twisted her nipples, copying her dad’s hand to her best effort.

For a good ten minutes, the two ladies were moaning and frowning at the silent orgasms that kept flowing through their minds, one with a real hard dick and the other with a strong rubber dildo. Dad’s voice suddenly was heard and it was unmistakable. Her parents’ fun was about to end.

Dad: ‘I’m shooting!’

Mum (whispering): ‘Shhh!’

The last few strokes from him was hard and deep, sending mum into a small fit that jerked her body up and down, arching to an impossible angle. Jane’s eyes were no longer on them as the toy was forced deep into her pussy, forcing some of her juices out onto the floor. Dad’s dick bounced out after he retracted his hips and the shots of white translucent cum sprayed onto mum’s body. She took his dick into her hand and continued stroking him until the last few drops were pushed out like toothpaste.

Jane was also exhausted from the masturbation with her trusty toy but still got up quickly enough to return to bed to pretend nothing happened. Her doors were closed lightly but not shut. Her eyes were closed, breathing was shallow, but her parents’ conversations were still very audible.

Dad (whispering): ‘The floor is warm outside our room, and there are some liquid too. I think our daughter heard us.’

Mum (whispering): ‘Shit. I think we have to explain to her just in case.’

Dad (whispering): ‘No no! It will be awkward. Just let it be. She is a grown up, and will understand.’

Of course she understood what they did. The size of her dad amazed her and the toy was nothing compared to it. Perhaps it was the budget constraint when she bought it, but it was barely satisfying her. That night was one of the nights she took a long time to fall asleep, with the silhouette of her dad’s dick etched in her mind for the longest time.

Maybe in future there would be a chance to see the size for herself?

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Enlargement Exercise.

After I watched the video of a massage to enlarge my dick, I knew I had to try it out, but going to those sleazy massage parlours for it was just not my style. A little hopeless, I went to my bed and placed my iPad on my chest while the video played, so I could mimic to my best. It did not take me more than a minute to realise how impossible it was, and the last person I wanted to ask came to my mind. I pulled my blanket over my nakedness and called out to my sister, Clara.

She came into my room in her nightgown, nipples poking at the thin satin wear. I sat her on my bed and showed her the video, which she felt disturbing at first, but got interested once the size began to increase on the male’s dick in the video. She took the iPad and placed it across my hips, before going to the wall at the other side of my bed. A bottle of baby oil was handed to her and she dropped a few drips on her hands before rubbing them together to warm it up.

I pulled my blanket away and she immediately held my dick with both hands without looking. The video played and she followed every move as best as she could. The pressure on a few special points did make me almost cum immediately but it was normal to not being able to cum. My eyes shut themselves and all I could feel was her pair of soft hands repeating the same action over and over again, gliding up my dick, and ended with extra stimulation on my dick head, before going back to the base to glide upwards again. The few extra massage areas were around my balls and above my groin, which I think she found it without problems.

The whole massage lasted about ten minutes before she shook me awake. I opened my eyes to the darkened room and saw how big my dick had gotten, illuminated by the light from my iPad’s screen.

Clara: ‘I’m going to help you finish it k?’

Me: ‘You know how?’

Clara: ‘The video showed me how to do it. Just relax.’

The same actions resumed, but the tease on my cockhead was missing. The urge to ejaculate had kept me awake and I thought my dick was going to explode if she continued. Finally, the deadly pause came and my semen shot high up into the air, like a rocket taking off. The waves lasted for at least thirty seconds and she was surprised at the amount of cum that caught on my body. I knew it was over when my eyes started closing, like the reaper was here.

Clara: ‘Kor.. don’t sleep yet.’

I opened my eyes and saw her place my iPad on my chest, playing a clip that showed a woman lying on her back, and a man standing between her legs, giving directions to a vaginal massage that sent her squirting. Clara had been dragging the frame bars and I knew what she wanted.

Me: ‘Alright. We’ll try that. My room or yours?’

Clara stuck her tongue out and handed me my shorts. I put them on and went across to her room, where her single bed was sitting right smack in the middle of it. She climbed on top of it and lay near the foot of her bed, legs together in shyness. I reached to her hips and she lifted her butt up for me to remove the sweet smelling panties I’ve came across and spread her legs. She instinctively took the iPad and rested it on her stomach, shielding her face from the awkwardness that would follow once I started.

Without the video, I knew what to do. Still, I wanted the video as a guide. I lubed my middle and fourth fingers with the baby oil and smeared some around her pussy, accidentally teasing her clit and the tempting poke at her vagina. Her hips had been moving involuntarily as I fondled her groin area, almost fingering her if I did not stop her pulling hands. I pushed the two fingers in and curled it upwards, like a C shape, before pulling and pushing my hand at her pussy.

There wasn’t much variation to the stance, so I maintained my pace, not wanting to tire myself out before she climaxed. True enough, it did not take more than two minutes for her to start convulsing and I knew I was on the right track. My scraping got faster and the burn was soon felt in my forearms. I switched over to my upper arms to do a scooping actions and in no time, her body arched scarily upwards and the squirt started like a water cooler, small stream, to a bigger one, to the forceful one that reached the wall in front, splashing all over the basket of dirty laundry.

Her legs pushed me away after the squirting was done, but her body kept thrashing on the bed like a fish out of water. The concerned me stayed by her side stroking her hair to calm her down, which after about two or three minutes, worked. Her exhausted expression, closed eyes, panting chest, weakened limbs, let me know she was still alive. I pulled the blanket over her and went back to my room, taking no more than five minutes to fall asleep.

What a day..

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Prawns

Being the restless me, I could not sleep even though it was already 1am. So, I did the usual thing, to take my iPad, and make my way to the prawning area in Bishan. It was a ten minutes walk, but the serenity of the empty roads and clear skies was so calming. I reached the place soon and realised it was especially quiet, on a weekday morning. Putting my bag on one of the chairs, I paid for my rod and a box of worms, ready to put my attentive mind to work. Seated in front of the yabbie pond, there was not much people walking past, probably cause everyone was zoning out and tired.

The prawns bit my bait at a steady number and I was quite happy with the frequency. Just then, at the corner of my eye, a lady in a navy blue polka dot skater dress walked up the stairs to the prawning area and sat adjacent to me. A demure looking girl, ponytail hair with brown streaks. I went back to prawning and she had caught her first prawn.

Girl: ‘Umm.. excuse me. Can you help me?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

How could I say no to such a pretty lady? I removed the pincers off the prawn and threw it inside her net to keep the prawn alive. But what bothered me was the fact that she knew how to set up the bait and do the flicks to hook the prawns, yet not able to handle the catch.

Me: ‘You know how to catch a prawn, but why not to free it from the bait?’
Girl: ‘I used to come here with my boyfriend.. but he is no longer with me.’
Me: ‘Ouh. Don’t be too sad. I’m Caleb. What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘Christine. Thanks for helping me.’

We smiled at each other and went back to prawning, which was no longer lonely with each other. As time passed, she could not fight the fatigue and was dozing off on the chair, which her legs opened wider and wider, almost exposing herself. A quick look around showed that there was no one else except the two of us, and some sitting far away. I placed my palm on one of her knees and shook, but she just gave a weary glance at me.

Me: ‘Christine.. do you want me to send you home?’
Christine: ‘Yeah okay.’

We packed our stuff and I got all the prawns she caught. We made our way to her car, which I totally did not expect at all. Now it would seemed like she was the one sending herself home, and me getting in the way. Well, at least not that the age she looked like. I knew she was drowsy, but the packet of sweet was finished by my itchy mouth.

Me: ‘Can I give you a massage with you drive? So you can stay awake.’

Christine turned her head to me and reached for my left hand, which I handed her. She placed it under her skirt on her right upper thigh, before moving the car out of the slot. Of course I knew what to do, and what was about to come. My hand lightly brushed against her smooth skin, and went further up to her panties, which was extra soft and.. moist?

Christine (whispering): ‘The knot is at the side.’

Knot? I shifted my hands to her hips and found the release to her panties, which I gladly undone. Her bare private still felt moist, but softer in another sense. I reached deeper into her clit and teased her sensitive spot, which was doing well in keeping her awake. We reached her place before I put my fingers inside her, but that was all I needed to get her home safely.

Christine: ‘Come up. There’s no one home.’

The lift ride was a quiet one, but I could sense the density of thoughts flooding the small cube we were in. Her doors opened and we entered, just after putting my bag of prawns on her kitchen sink, her arms wrapped around my larger-than-average body, sobbing very lightly. I turned around to her and she immediately planted her lips on mine, which her tongue slowly invaded my mouth and we started frenching. Like long lost lovers, our mouth never separated, but her tears just seeped between our lips expressing her bitterness.

I carried her to her room with some directions and placed her on the bed like a baby. I lay beside her and my hand roamed along her legs again, up her thighs, and onto her hidden clit. She was giving out soft sensual moans all the time and her ecstatic face just made me feel better making her feel good. My fingers soon found their way into her pussy and every time I sank my middle finger in, she would arch her head and back, to show me how good it felt.

Her free hands came to my shorts, and with one hand holding the waistband open, she slipped her other hand in and went right into my underwear, to where my little one had set up tent. With her delicate hand, she started to get me off and it was as good as masturbating myself, long strokes, in a comfortable grip. After a while of deep fingering, she nudged me away and sat up, removing my shorts and underwear all together. Her head lowered over my hips and I watched my dick disappeared into her mouth. She had opened her lips to the widest, and it had fitted me just nicely.

It had been a long time since someone had done something like this for me, and her diligence just warmed my heart over and over again. Although she did not know how to give proper oral sex, the fact that it didn’t hurt was good enough for me.

Me: ‘Do you want to take off your dress?’
Christine: ‘I prefer to do it clothed.’

It was an unspoken thing in common. I loved it too, doing it as though we’re in public. Best of all, she said ‘do it’. I was about to suggest missionary but she rejected it, saying that it was too unglamourous to be in that position in her dress.

Christine: ‘How about standing up?’

Of course, I was to say ‘sure’ to any suggestions. She knelt at the edge of the bed facing away from me, and I stood right behind her. Holding her waist, she rested her upper body on her arms and parted her legs slightly so she could take me in. I raised her skirt just high enough for me to spot her pink lips, and I dipped my meat into her saucy slit. Christine clenched her fists as I inched my way in, but it was nothing she could not handle. I pierced my way in in about twenty seconds and she tipped a little to her sides to close her legs together. The squeezing sensation was even stronger with this and I could totally feel her every bump inside.

I held her hips and began thrusting, gradually increasing my speed as I monitored her moans to climax. But it did not take long before I was ramming so hard into her that she was screaming for her life at some points, my hands were busy at her pair of succulent boobs while my dick was still hard at work. As she was rocking backwards at me at times, I took the chance to look around and noticed her camera sitting on her desk. Secretly, I took it and recorded our sexcapades, anyway, the camera was hers.

I pumped for as long as I could remember and it was getting tired. So I had no choice but to slow down to a pause and let her take over. She sat me on the edge of the bed like how she did, and like a graceful little girl, she bent her knees down standing in front of me, facing outwards. She only slowed down when my dick poked into her pussy under her dress but she still continued sitting down. Once fully inside of her, she pressed her hands on my thighs and started to bounce. Imagine my legs was opened beside her, and she sat over my dick, with her legs closed together.

There wasn’t much work for me to do, but the camera that was kept out of her sight was still filming. Time was running out for me so I did not bother to last any longer than I had.

Me: ‘Christine, where do I cum?’
Christine: ‘Let me know when you’re cumming.’

She continued hopping in front of me and her pussy just got tighter by the minute until I realised I could not hold on anymore. The ejaculation I was about to have would be a huge and intense one.

Me (panting: ‘Christine, I’m.. cumming.’

She got off me and knelt on the pair of fur slippers she had under her bed. Her mouth once again worked on my dick but this time, she did it differently. Her jaws were kept opened and she merely rammed her head down the shaft, using her throat to stimulate her pussy. Unbelievably, it did not take more than twenty seconds before I held her head down on my dick and just pulled out enough to shoot my juicy load into her mouth. She shoved her face down my cock again, with the cum and did a great job sucking everything out before showing it to me.

Christine was like a little girl who won a bet, so excited and proud of herself. She swallowed it and pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me and giving me light pecks, before sliding her body down mine, and let my cum-covered dick penetrate into her. It rested inside of her as we fell asleep and it wasn’t until morning when my dick was fully erected in her. What a night, and a day.

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Secret Admirer

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A few days after Nicole received her vibrator, another package arrived at her mailbox and she managed to pick it up while she was checking for her other blogshop purchase. Feeling confused, she felt the package through the brown wrapping paper but was unable to make out what it was. As soon as she got home, a penknife slid across the top and a set of normal pink panties with some lacing at the edges were contained in it, along with some semi-hard objects at the base where her pussy will be in contact with.

Upon opening a little flap, she squeezed the device out and it was a bullet vibrator, in a shiny plastic casing. Apart from that she could only make out the little button at the back of it, similar to her dildo she received a few days earlier, which vibrated once it was clicked. Unsure of what or how the device would work, she just kept it aside and peeped into the envelope again, taking out a card that was in a contrasting white.

A little thank you gift from your friendly neighbour, 9276****

She realised that it might not be the same company that she ordered from, but the word ‘thank you’ could mean that he might have caught her during those times at the stairs or somewhere. No matter how hard she thought, there was no one or any chances that she could recall that someone could have spotted her.

Nicole packed everything back into the brown bag and kept it aside, while pondering if she should give the number a message, just to find out where it came from. Going back to her nap, she slept for a while before her parents called out to her for dinner, which they had planned to head out for a good meal given her good O levels result.

She picked a plain white shirt to put on over her navy coloured bra and a pair of elastic waist band skirt that looked normal in every angle. And under that skirt, the panties that arrived earlier came to her mind and she took it out to put it on. The little toy between her legs felt somewhat weird, but it did not cause her to be in any discomfort. A few minutes later and they were out of house and onto a bus.

Coincidentally, a familiar face had also came aboard, someone she recognised from her neighbourhood. But Nicole could not remember which block she saw him before, and there was no hint or eye contact that made her suspect it was him who gave her that toy. The bus started moving after they got on and right as she sat down behind her parents, the vibrator set itself off and the position it was in, was right between her soft pussy lips.

Nicole leaned harder onto her seat and raised her knees to lock it against her parents’ seat. Of course, they did not give her that face which other people might give had they been anal about being kicked in the back. The vibrator was working so well, with no buzzing noises and the speed of it was just right for her. She wasn’t expecting it to be giving her orgasms, but kept her relaxed and horny, which was something nice for the fifteen minutes trip.

The ride went on with all the stops, and even a little jam at certain parts. Nicole’s hand was between her legs and under her skirt, which looked decent since her knees were higher and there was no one around who could spot her. Pausing at a traffic light, the vibrator suddenly went two speed faster and a yelp just came out of her mouth. Luckily, her parents were talking and did not hear it, but she could feel her pussy getting much wetter and juices were absorbed by the panties. She knew an orgasm would come but it was only a matter of time.

As she did not have a bag with her, she could not remove her panties. The minute wait at the traffic finally pushed her body to the limits and she pushed the toy harder onto her pussy as her reached climax. Her head had rested on her arm which she placed over her knees. The usual shiver she got was much meeker than usual in that seated position but her face was flushed to a warmth. Estimating a five minutes before they reach their stop, she tried to slow down her breathing to calm herself down. But it was no easy feat with the vibrator tuned down one speed.

Just three minutes away, the roads were suddenly cleared and the vibrator abruptly stopped. Right then, a SMS came into her phone and the vibrator buzzed at a familiar pulse, something like what she had heard whenever a phone is placed near a speaker. Her neighbour who was sitting in front got up and walked towards to rear of the bus, and while he passed her seat, a simple black rectangular plastic box was dropped beside her, with three buttons with arrows and a letter ‘P’ on it.

She immediately looked at him and picked the controller up. Looking at the back of it, she saw a message that read,

The panties can be activated by this controller, or phone radiation from messages or calls. Hope you like it.

She reached her stop and her dad called out to her, giving her a shock and she quickly got up, walking behind her parents going down the steps of the double decker. A smile appeared on her face as she looked at him who was also smiling in return.

The dinner was enjoyed not just on her palette, but also from the messages her phone was receiving. That night, a first text was sent to her thoughtful neighbour and it was a simple but powerful message,

Nicole (SMS): ‘Your girl-next-door wants you to know that you are the first person to give me an orgasm without actually touching.’

Of course, he had to reply this gorgeous little girl, who had masturbated at the stairs outside his residence.

Neighbour (SMS): ‘And your neighb here reply, hope to see you often at my area. :)’

Although they only texted each other whenever she was going over to his location, they had a bond that was part magical, part special. While he could have phone sex with her whenever she wanted, she knew the frequent texting would be more than she could handle. Needless to say, that pair of panties became her favourite.

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Downstairs.

Shelia’s mum nagged at her for the last time after dinner to get eggs and bread for the next day, if not, her sisters and brothers would go without breakfast. She sighed and went into her room, dressed casually in a singlet and boxers. She did not wear anything under, since it was her own house. Her door closed behind her and she took her jacket out of the hanger on the clothes rack. She pulled away the singlet from her waist and wore the jacket over her bare skin. She slipped out of her boxers and put on a pair of FBT shorts, probably was the slackest bottoms she had. The silence and coolness of her room made her felt lazy to go out of her house.

Since there was no one, she opened her secret stash of toys her boyfriend had bought for her and flipped around for something random. A shiny steel dildo with a slight unique curve to it caught her eyes and she took it out. A thin chain was linked to the little circular hoop at the base of it and it led all the way to her ribs before splitting into a Y shape, ending the chains with small adjustable clamps. She pinched the handle of the clamps and gently let them hang onto her soft nipples. As both the clips increased in pressure, she felt her nipples fighting back with their own hardness, trying to pry the clamps open.

A rush of chill went down her spine and she knew what was next. With the dildo in her hand, she sat onto her bed and guided it into her shorts, raising one of her legs so she could push it inside her pussy after a quick rub on her clit to get it wetter. Finally done, she got up and was a little more willing to run the errand, and even spend more time outside since she was all ready to play.

Shelia took the S$10 note her mum left on the coffee table and left her house, tugging at the connecting point of the Y-shaped chains. Her nipples were as hard as they could get and the tugs only made them more sensitive. Her face was flushed but her dark complexion hid it well. The mama shop uncle looked at her bewildered but did not pay too much attention, returning to his small TV as soon as he gave the change.

Now freed and alone, she sat at one of the brass couple seats at her void deck and took out a packet of cigarettes from her jacket. A flick and her mouth drew in a large breath of smoke, sending the mind into relaxation from both the ambience and nicotine kick. Her free hand went under her jacket and played on the chains, tugging the side at her boobs.

Out of nowhere, loud chattering were heard and Shelia’s attempt to get out from under her jacket had been clumsy and the wrong direction actually pulled at the dildo that was inside her. The noise past without anyone appearing and so she continued. This time, she toyed with the chains at her pussy and felt heavenly at the spot where the metal touched her flesh, to be exact, her clit. The teasing was barely enough for her, and it wasn’t relieving her at all.

Checking again to see if there was no one around, she placed one of her feet on the chair and slid her free hand into the thigh openings of her FBT. Her finger hooked onto the loop instantaneously and she began to move the dildo in and out of herself, taking puffs at the cancer stick at shorter intervals. Despite the short length of the steel toy, her speed was considered to be fast and she was desperately fighting not to lose conscious and even trying to stay focused on a lookout for passer-bys.

Her cigarette finished fast and another one was lit. Her uncomfortable hand soon moved to her navel and into her shorts. The movements from this angle were much more obvious, but it felt too pleasurably oblivious to her. Her first public orgasm came and sent her body into tiny fits, shivering her body in a rhythm and she just kept jerking while the rest of her body froze.

Once the convulsion subsided, her fingers in her shorts resumed their thrusting and accidentally, she started too fast and the urge to cum had just passed like that, without warning, she embraced herself and sunk the dildo deep into her pussy as the next round of orgasm came and took her breath away.

The dildo was left untouched after that. Shelia made her way home and went to bed almost immediately, still having the clamps and toy on her. That night, she fell asleep from a different kind of tiredness. Her fingers were so addicted to masturbating and thrusting a toy that the steel dildo had found a new home, apart from the occasionally rinsing in the showers. Day and night, home or not, alone or with boyfriend, her fingers would be working on that toy whenever she could, and her boyfriend now realised he could barely keep up with her new-developed stamina.