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One-One

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Cindy (shouting): ‘GOOD MORNING SLEEPY HEAD!’
Me: ‘Whatttt? How did you get in?’
Cindy: ‘Orh hor! Someone is having morning wood.’
Me: ‘Cocks rise and shine earlier luh.’
Cindy: ‘The cleaning auntie let me in de. Not my fault. Let’s go for a massage together?’

The morning ‘alarm’ kept me uptight throughout my preparation for the day, until we wre at the lobby where Sarah waited.

Sarah: ‘Ready? Let’s go!’

The perky voice was completely unlike yesterday, but I figured it was a good thing for her too. We went for the traditional Indonesian breakfast consisting of rice, eggs and veggies, served in nice chinaware just to rip a few more thousand rupiahs from tourists.

Our driver brought us to a massage place well known for their bone-cracking wonders, naturally ‘clean’ since there were girls following me. We took two different packages between the three of us and fixed a time for pick up. All of us were led into a huge room, divided into one large and one small section separated by curtains.

Staff: ‘Cindy, J, inside here please. Sarah, here.’

As if it was normal for them to host very opened guests, Cindy was fine with stripping down to her lingerie, and I had to find a corner to change into the shorts they provided. Well, I couldn’t wear the wet underwear from the swim last night right?

Cindy (whispering): ‘Eh. Why didn’t you wear underwear?’
Me: ‘I went swimming last night?’
Cindy: ‘With Sarah? Did anything happen?’

The wink she gave felt like a double-edged sword. I couldn’t tell if she already knew or if Sarah kept things under wraps. For safety’s sake, I whispered ‘nothing’ to her before our masseurs came and loosened our joints.

Apart from laughing to each others’ groans, the two of us were actually stripped naked while lying on our chests. The oil massage next really worked my muscles well, so well that I didn’t catch the masseurs leaving.

When I felt a soft pair of boobs touching my back, did I jolt awake in shock. All Cindy showed me was a finger over her lips, and a few other hand signs to tell me she asked them to leave with some money. I was made to flip over and she did a thorough job wiping the oil off my cock, not that anywhere else mattered.

Needless to say, I was hard as rock from her touching and she wheeled her bed next to mine, climbing onto it in doggy before she lowered her head over my cock. With ample space to reach between her legs, I stroked her clit as my lips were pressed tightly together. Her mouth, was drawing air out of my lungs with every deeper reach, and she was slippery down there with oil.

The blowjob lasted five minutes and it was apparent to me when she laid on her back on her own bed. I crawled over the dangerous pieces of furniture (on wheels) to her and let my hips down to her groin. The grinning, lip biting expression really threw me off my feet, especially when she gasped on my entry.

Not as tight, but definitely soft, like cotton soft. I began moving my waist to ram those small cameltoe apart, and felt the most unbelievable sexual relief on my fierce tool. Why so worked up?, those were the only thoughts when I slammed into her swiftly, trying to understand the huge contrast in our biological structure.

Her thin legs went around my hips as I moved faster, summoning more violent shivers (compared to Sarah) to the orgasms that was plunging my dick into desperation. The tighter she got, the longer my stamina went. It didn’t take me long to appreciate the sturdiness of the massage bed as I mercilessly pounded her pussy, almost causing her to scream at certain points.

I knew what she was trying to say when her head shook left and right, in small but quick movements. I grabbed both her boobs and kneaded them hard, ready to cum after I burn my last bit of energy. Our oily bodies slid against each other as I rocked back and forth, sensing her vagina ready to give up anytime.

Me (whispering): ‘where?’
Cindy (whispering): ‘inside.. ‘

Her hands on my back barely stayed still as I arched my hip into her, panting as forceful as my cum that jettisoned out of my shaft. The soft vaginal walls milked me for every drop’s worth and we couldn’t move after the act.

Our curtains whined ajar after a while and the massage ladies were kind enough to help us get off their beds. They have probably seen worse stuff in this same room. With towels around our bodies, the three of us took our showers before driven back to our hotel.

Tired (for Cindy and I) and well rested (for Sarah), room service was all we were capable of ordering. That night, we drank and watched TV over dinner, ready to ‘ton’ the night before we head home next morning.

Sarah: ‘Why don’t you crash here tonight? We’re not sleeping right?’
Me: ‘I’m fine if you girls are.’
Cindy: ‘Of course! We are two-nights stands buddies ma.’

Stomachs filled and lethargic, the girls playfully cuddled with me in the middle, and the alcohol effect suddenly activated.

Cindy: ‘Sarah, did you do anything with J in the pool?’
Sarah: ‘No.. why did you ask?’
Cindy: ‘Cause I saw your thongs in his room! Don’t think I don’t know.’
Sarah: ‘Fine.. we had sex in the pool.’
Cindy: ‘And we did it in the massage room. One one each.’

A hand went over my jeans and the crackle of the zip was an unmistakable hint.

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One-Zero

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Just as I almost dozed off in the ferry headed for Batam, a hand next to me woke me up. The girls, one in a black dress and the other in t-shirt and shorts, looked at me with much eagerness.

Girl: ‘Are you Singaporean?’
Me: ‘Yeah. What can I do for you?’
Girl: ‘Oh! Same here. We are just wondering if you can accompany us for our short vacation there. Have you made any plans? Like meeting your friends there or anything?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’m going there alone, for about 2 nights? Haven’t made any plans yet.’

I could spot the excited hand of her friend nudging her legs, and the t-shirt girl continued telling me about their 2-night stay there, which consisted of mostly shopping and some relaxed activities. Since I was going there for similar reasons, the three of us decided to stick together throughout.

Cindy, the girl who spoke to me, was the adventurous type that didn’t think much about trying new things or speaking to strangers, making her a little scary with her enthusiasm. Sarah, on the other hand, was a quiet person whom followed Cindy around, cool and composed at the emotional level. They both had similar figure, skinny waist and curvy hips for the average trendy twenty plus year olds.

Upon arrival, the second time visitor, which was me, led the way to the pick up area where my driver brought us to a higher class hotel. The girls were cool about paying for the expenses and we bunked in two separate rooms, right next to each other. They dashed into my room after they placed their stuff and hurried me to bring them out.

For the rest of the day, I sat at the only cafe I know of while they shopped and did their sprees, brandishing their prettified nails, permed hair, revitalised skin (which I can’t tell any difference), along with bags of clothes. We went for a sumptuous seafood dinner recommended by our driver before heading back to the hotel, where Sarah popped into my room after a while.

Sarah: ‘Do you want to go for a swim?’
Me: ‘I didn’t bring my trunks.’
Sarah: ‘Just swim in your underwear?’

The first burst of laughter came from her and the relaxed side of her finally appeared before me. I replied a ‘fine’ to her and followed her to the pool, empty except for the guy working in the small, quarter-island bar. We bought a cocktail each and I entered the pool first.

The only salvation of wetting my only underwear would be the sight of her stripping her dress off, revealing a set of bikini that exposed the rims of her boobs. After I helped her into the chilly pool, she never let go due to her slight fear of water.

Sarah: ‘I’m very lousy right? Appearing so strong until I touch water.’
Me: ‘It’s alright uh. No one is rushing you here.’

My fingers were crushed together when she tried to wade around, finally settling for a corner where we unknowingly went into. Swimming up to me, the touch of her soft skin went around my neck, and she clung onto me like a baby ape.

Sarah (whispering): ‘are you getting hard?’
Me: ‘Duh. Look where you are grinding on.’

She gave a giggle and made me hug her with a gap between us, freeing her hands that shocked me by wrestling my cock out from the urinal-access gap.

Me: ‘Hey! I don’t want that.’
Sarah: ‘Why not? You got hard to me. That shows that you’re not gay right?’
Me: ‘I didn’t agree to join you girls to get this.’
Sarah (whispering): ‘But what if we asked you to join because of this?’

I couldn’t let the hydrophobic girl drop into the water and only moaned when she fondled my cock, thick and hard from her teasing. Her bottoms faded deeper into the pool after she undid the knot, to place her pussy right under my shaft.

Sarah (gasping): ‘Fuck.. I’m already so wet.’

Still hanging on to her waist, she did all the work of descending over my dick, followed by a mesmerising embrace that I would never forget as part of my pool experience. We locked our lips and dived for a moment, letting our free-moving bodies shift my cock around inside her.

In our little corner, the resistance of the water slowed my thrusts enough to her tempo, pumping her pussy with heat and vigour until she came. The lights around us went off suddenly and the bartender gave a ‘high five’ signal to me. Sarah did not look nor ask anything about that and we just continued frolicking.

Me: ‘Can you go to the daybed? Cover yourself up with the towel.’
Sarah: ‘Mmm-hmm~’

I let her step on my palm and lifted her, catching a glimpse of her waxed pussy from under. I then fished her thongs out of the pool and went behind her, duplicating an upright-kneel position before sitting down on my calves. She fitted snuggly well on my lap, and she rested her hands on the mattress for balance.

Me (whispering): ‘Ready?’
Sarah: ‘Hurry up!’

The white towel on her thighs slid off as I thrust wildly at her rear, unleashing an attack that would warm both of us up. Slowly, we went into doggy style for a deeper penetration, and her moans were barely audible in the rustling of the foliage above our heads. Everything was so beautiful then, fucking right out in the open under the starry sky

Sarah was as wet as she needed to be and there was no shortage of cute, tiny trembles from her sensitive pussy. All I could felt was her getting tighter, and my hips losing control.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m going to cum!’
Sarah (moaning): ‘Me too! Go all the way for me!’

Our loud gasps of air echoed in the silence of the night and we climaxed together, groaning in sync to the explosion that we both felt inside her. My cum pumped relentlessly into her contracting vagina, filling her up with such intensity that made her quiet instantly.

Picking her up by her boobs, our wet bodies touched as we kissed again, imprinting the most awesome sensation deep into our minds. When we were completely drained, she lifted her ass off me and leaned forward, to feel the cum that was leaking out of her.

Sarah: ‘I think I might get pregnant even with birth control. See how much you came!’
Me: ‘Shhh!’

I tucked my cock back to where it should be and crumpled her thongs in my hand. Walking back to our rooms with towels around our waists (and clothes in our arms), I could hear excited screams coming from her room.

Wait! Her thongs!

Whatever the case may be, it was impossible to return it to her right then. After exchanging goodnight wishes, I went to bed first, though it was hard falling asleep to their noisy chattering.

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I Volunteer

Girl: ‘I’m Michelle! You are?’
Me: ‘J.’
Michelle: ‘Oh! Nice to meet you. You also volunteered to collect goodies for the old folks?’
Me: ‘Yeah. I have some free time today.’

I partnered the daughter of a community centre lady to collect food and non-perishable items from the neighbourhood, as part of the twenty plus strong community who took time off for this event.

Michelle was in poly then, and had little say when her mum asked her to help. Perhaps it was my appearance that relieved the dreadfulness of such community service, that she did not think twice about partnering me. The abundant disapproving looks kind of told us how selfish we were by putting two younger (and probably faster-moving) teens together. She wore a Bintan singlet that fitted her slim figure and a pair of FBT shorts slightly lower than the hems.

As the two ‘fittest’ members, we were given a block to ourselves and went down floors after floors, holding up the lifts with generous donations and compiling them at the void deck. Somehow, it was revenge they wanted to exact on us when the block-to-detail plans were made. For two person to finish an entire block (also one of the widest), we were lucky not to any old folks breathing down our backs.

Michelle (panting): ‘Let’s take a rest first. My mum is asking if we are hungry. Are you?’
Me: ‘Nope. You?’
Michelle: ‘I’m ok.’

We sat at the floor we just finished and spoke about the nice but arrogant residents that donated under our pressure. Even though money is scarce everywhere, we do still have heart for the less privileged.

Michelle: ‘Massage?’

She suddenly wrapped her arm around my neck and pinched my shoulders, giving them a relief after carrying most of the heavy bags. After I told her to stop, she playfully tickled my ribs to check if I was ‘afraid’. Bravely, I did not flinch until she went all out, sending me onto the railings without knowing if I should retaliate.

As the tickles kept me on defence mode, I had no choice but to return the ‘favour’, going for her armpits where some of her bra was showing. In the midst of our fight, she leaned closer to my chest to better withstand my wriggling fingers, until I stop and held her waist tightly, enduring her advances.

Michelle: ‘Hey, you okay? I’m just playing with you.’
Me: ‘Yeah. I just didn’t want to bully you.’
Michelle: ‘Don’t scare me leh. I’m not good with people suddenly going quiet.’
Me: ‘Haha! Don’t worry la.’

She came in for a hug and we rubbed each other’s back, till she started sobbing. I held her tighter and she just climbed over my lap, unconsciously grinding my hard on as her tears wet my shirt. What did I do?

Me: ‘Hey.. ‘
Michelle (crying): ‘Sorry. No one actually cared for me like you in a long time.’
Me (whispering): ‘Don’t say that.’

In gratitude, she held my cheeks in her palms before kissing me, locking our lips together for a period we couldn’t break free no matter how hard we tried. Her hand went under my shirt to caress my back and I couldn’t stop getting harder.

I entered her shirt as well and worked on her padless sports bra, moving under them as she kissed my ear. That move alone softened and hardened me at the same time, to a point she turned around on my lap to face the cloudy skies. My fingers kept teasing her nipples and she moved one of my hand into her shorts, to meet her pussy that was drooling in excitement.

When she arched her back on my chest, I felt a kind of sexy like never before. Her ass was twerking on my groin, and a finger was sliding in and out of her wet hole.

My maroon-coloured shorts went to my knees after she got off and only felt a brief moment of her hand. In no time, she was back on my lap again, but held her shorts to one side as she lowered slowly over my raw dick. I wrapped one arm around her belly before standing up on our feet, leading her to the low parapet of the corridor. Facing the beautiful evening sight of our estate, her body was upright besides being a few inches away from my sweaty shirt.

I could never forget the tight grip on my wrists as I jerked my hips at her, plunging my cock into the depth of her pussy. Both my hands alternated between her breasts and clit, filling the sky up with her soft moans. Just as I found my rhythm, she swung her arms to the railing and bent her chest downwards.

Michelle (moaning): ‘I’m cumming!’

I grasped her waist firmly as I used the pivot to shove my cock deeper, crumbling to the ground with her as her pussy sealed my shaft in a blackhole-level suction. Her orgasm kept her trembling till I held her up again, and we went to the steps for a rest. Besides twitching uncontrollably with a smile on her face, her legs were wide open to her massaging fingers.

Michelle: ‘On top?’
Me: ‘Nah. I don’t have a condom with me.’
Michelle: ‘You can cum outside ah.’
Me: ‘Sure?’
Michelle: ‘Uh huh.’

Her nod got me up on my feet again and I did a push up pose over her shoulders. She guided my rod back into its rightful home and held those knees open, for me to ram my hips all the way inside her. Our hovering heads caught kisses from time to time, and she had enough space to rub her own clit.

As her tightness increased, I was soon losing my sanity to her seductive look.

Me (moaning): ‘Fuck!’

I lifted my hips up like a half-fuck push up and she wrapped her delicate fingers around my exposed cock. I dropped back down and pumped into her hand, going faster and faster till I slammed onto her waist.

Huge load of cum sprayed up her belly before she caught them all, gathering the sticky, thick substance to its last drop. Once I plopped my ass down on the stairs, she searched around for something to clean her hands.

Michelle: ‘You don’t have tissue with you right?’
Me: ‘No eh.’

The girl with messy fringe took her shorts off and fished her stretchy thong out, to clean my load off her palm. Using only the areas facing ‘inside’, she skilfully wrapped my goodies up before stuffing it into my pocket.

Michelle: ‘Wash then give me back k? Don’t keep it ah. I don’t have many.’
Me: ‘Orh.’

With new found strength, we finished our assigned block ahead of others despite our extended ‘rest’. As agreed, we were allowed to go off after we were done, and went for dinner at a nearby coffee shop while waiting for her mum’s team.

Auntie: ‘Okay! The team with the heaviest collection is Michelle and J! Their food products alone outdone the collective weight of the second place. Good job!’

Even though we were unfair to the older folks in terms of vigour and speed, it was the teamwork of the whole community everyone was excited about. After receiving two packet of Yeo’s Lemon Barley for reward, the whole group took a photo for memory’s sake.

Michelle and I met up after a few days, but her thongs had to be washed again after we used it to ‘wipe’. Guess I will be more involved with the community club’s activities from now on.

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Drowning on Land

Working as a lifeguard in a peaceful neighbourhood swimming pool, Paul bade farewell to his regular visitors before going back to the Olympic-sized pool. Stripping his yellow shirt off, he dived into the cold water where Brenda, a daily visitor to his pool, was doing her laps.

Together, they did a five sets of fifty metre laps before she stopped at one end, marking the end of his day as well. He wasn’t highly educated, but his social skills were great, keeping the place alive with returning customers.

Paul: ‘Shall we?’
Brenda: ‘Yupp! I’m done.’

He pushed himself out of the water with his muscular arms, followed by lifting her out of the pool in one move. They had become friends from meeting daily, but he was a man she knew the ladies always spend more time around.

Going into their own separate changing room, he had his own favourite cubicle where his favourite bottles of soap waited. Since he was always the last to go home, he did not shut his door, and Brenda coincidentally did the same thing too. Halfway through the tranquil but wasteful rinse of water over his head (down his body), her voice went over the walls into the gents, asking him if he had extra body wash.

Paul (shouting): ‘Yeah! I have! Wait a while.’
Brenda: ‘Uhh.. just behind you.’
Paul (surprised): ‘What! So kan cheong ah? Nah.’

She snatched the bottle and stepped into his cubicle, sending him into a corner out of decency. Brenda did not think twice and walked up to the confused guy, kissing him and cupping her palm over his cock that was enlarging.

‘Mmm!’, he mumbled some words that she completely ignore, going on to stroke him up and down. The tanned, 37 year old was in a little shock over what was happening, but his erection was undeniably huge. Brenda would be wet even without a shower, sensing how strong his pulse was on the thick pipe.

Paul (groaning): ‘I didn’t know you are so wild.’
Brenda: ‘Are you as wild?’
Paul (excitedly): ‘I think so.’

He led her out of the cubicle and threw a towel over the old wooden bench with double-pronged clothes hook overhead. When he bent her back forward, she knew what position he was into and climbed onto the spacious bench for him. Shaking her butt to tease him, the shy gentleman adjusted his grip on her waist a few times before guiding her back, for his dick to tear straight into.

Brenda (groaning): ‘Arghhh! Fuck! You’re so big!’
Paul (groaning): ‘You’re not the first to tell me that.’

He stood skin-to-skin against her perky ass and kept her hips firmly in place, ramming his 7 inches right into her deepest spot. Her sexy moans turned into loud groans, finally turning into breaths of hoarseness. He was confident of him own stamina and never stopped hammering her, making the athletic young woman into a victim of good sex.

Brenda felt so helpless in his strong thrusts, pumping adrenaline and euphoria into her brain with every jiggle of her boobs. With his looks far away from his actual age, he was the ideal man to own, no matter the age gap. Her vision began to fade into white as he shifted her body lower, letting her legs hang over the edge while he fucked in half-squat doggystyle.

Paul (groaning): ‘You! You’re too.. I can’t take it anymore!’

Brenda was harshly flipped over on her back like a dead fish before she let off another moan, to his cock piercing into her. His hips jerked at hyper-speed for another few minutes, giving her another orgasm that blew her mind even harder than ever before. Her sight got narrower as every muscles tensed up from the intensity, including his penis that disconnected without warning.

The only sound she could hear was his bear-like growl before a hot load of cum splattered over her chest, distance and force decreasing in relative to the streaks over her groin. Done, he was so. Not only he was still hard, he could princess-carry her into the cubicle and supported her wobbly posture.

Paul: ‘Shower?’
Brenda (panting): ‘Wait outside for me?’
Paul: ‘Take your time.’

She leaned onto the push-knob button to start the water, washing away all the kinkiness on her chest. There was hardly anything more satisfying than a cold shower after sex, and she couldn’t believe how close she was from crumbling to his size and brute force. Images from their romp kept surfacing, somewhat like a subtle reminder to ‘get desperately more’.

He waited outside with her clothes for her to be done and watched her make up into a gorgeous beauty. Finally, they were done and he locked the place up, heading for their favourite western food stall at a coffee shop nearby.

Brenda: ‘Am I too daring today?’
Paul: ‘Daring? No la. I will do the same thing too. (murmuring) If I can.’
Brenda: ‘Haha! Don’t think I didn’t hear that. You can try tomorrow if you want.’
Paul: ‘Crazy. Let’s finish up. I’m getting tired.’

The gurgle from their empty cups signalled the end of their supper and they went home. Brenda couldn’t help but get wet imagining Paul appearing behind her with a raging hard on. She would be so ready to scramble into a corner, so he could hopefully.. well..

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Wearing Out

Heidi: ‘Let me sleep for a while first luh.’
Gordon: ‘You can try to sleep.’
Heidi: ‘I cannot la.’

His hand under her dress had not stopped moving since she went to rest on his bed, lying on her side while he spooned her. Her panties were wet long ago but after a long day at work, she was more tired than horny. There was no better time for Gordon to get her in the mood, working past his office hours for the past five days just to get her off his mind.

Heidi (whispering): ‘Hey.. ‘

The Malay-Chinese girlfriend slowly turned to him, and tucked her hand into his underwear. Feeling his hardened state in her palm, she gasped loudly and held him for a moment, to feel the warmth of his stored energy. Gordon felt an immediate relief coming over him, and let her return the favour he did for her.

Her agonisingly slow hand movements drove him crazy after just two minutes of teasing, and he abruptly pushed his finger into her wet hole. Heidi’s chest rose in shock and the demon took over his wrist first. Fingers shoved deep into her body made her give off the most intense moans, contracting her muscles around her waist till cramps started coming.

Heidi (moaning): ‘Stop stop.. My stomach hurts.’

Gordon paused inside her that moment to let her breath, and only dared to go slow after. The change in mood led her into his pace and his lips met the softest mouth ever, tongues licking each other playfully.

Heidi: ‘Can you do the work today?’
Gordon: ‘Of course. You just need to get some sleep after that.’
Heidi: ‘Thank you baby.. ‘

She lovingly watched his beloved cap himself with the ribbed condom, and squeezed a tiny bit of lubricant over the reservoir tip. Letting him raise her opened knees to each side, the familiar sense of security made up for the vulnerability she was in. The next thing that took her breath away, was the gentle and composed entry of his cock, sliding through the gate of pleasure to her deepest spot where everything was bright and warm.

Gordon (sighing): ‘Ohhh! It’s sooo good.’

The brown haired girl under him just bit her lips when he got into gorilla mode, both hands clenched and pushing hard against the mattress right next to her neck. His chest remained completely still while his hips ‘scooped’ into her vagina, excavating air out of her lungs as he swung deep and far. Her sensual moans were compliments to his ears, urging him to push her hips together so she could scream louder.

Throwing her calves on his shoulders, he leaned forward to expose her pussy so he could reach as deep as before. Her futile resistance around his thighs went to waste when a sharp scream came out of her mouth, from the forceful thrust that ripped through all her sensitive spots in one go.

Gordon could not believe his ears when the girl went frantic to his repeated pounding. There was no turning back when he almost knocked her unconscious with his speed, moving way too fast for her to process each orgasm.

Gordon (shouting): ‘Fuck! I’m shooting!’

Before he could do anything else, the spectacular finale had came for him, and mini hip thrusts sent his cum into the condom. Still moving slightly, Heidi kept moaning for him till he was done, panting rapidly as he felling over her body

Heidi: ‘So much?’

She helped him with the condom and tied a knot around the O-ring, holding the sagging white pouch for them to see. Gordon had no more strength to smile after that climax and laid still, falling asleep before his girl even did.

Heidi (whispering): ‘Goodnight baby. *Muacks*‘