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Stranger Danger

(She asked) ‘Hey.. long time no see?’

‘Yeah. I’ve been busy with work these days. How about you?’

‘Oh. Same same. Not much free time either.’

Beyond formalities, there were hardly any other words exchanged, as we walked side-by-side on the same path, in the direction of the ‘corner’ where we first met. When we ‘overtook’ each other in an alternating, timely-but-subtle manner, it was, more or less, an unanimous decision for ‘it’.

After strolling for another five minutes, we reached the block of silence and boarded the lift, heading straight for the top-most floor where the only, familiarly-eerie unit stood. I have to admit, that it was that exact moment when we entered the lift, that ‘fantastical’ thoughts had began clouding my head.

Standing politely behind the petite, fun-sized woman, it was too easy for my mind to wander, the beauty under that body-hugging t-shirt, neatly tucked into a black, high-waist, buttoned-down, A-line skirt. In the brief, twenty-seconds of privacy the lift gave us, she had managed to twist that very skirt sideway, and unbuttoned the four lowest caps to instantly turn it into a high-slit skirt.

Once we arrived at the same, nice patch of ground one flight (of steps) down, she graciously took a seat and waved me closer. Upon stepping up to her, she carefully undid my pants and whipped my growing erection out of my underwear, before pulling it up again for a quicker ‘turnaround-time’ in case.

Given how it was only our second encounter, I had not expected her to take the lead, much less initiate a gentle, but invigorating massage on my cock. Curling her fingers into a loose fist, she extended a thumb vertically under my shaft and very caringly, ‘milked’ upward. That simple, two-stroke motion, was all I needed, and not expected, to pump even more blood into my pipeline.

Within a few minutes of working her magic, I had a glowing, swollen little head, that a speck of glistening pre-cum was seeping out of. The rest of my dong was, needless to say, solid, or about as stiff as I could get. Despite all that foreplay, I still didn’t feel an ouce of ‘rushed’, or the least bit ‘impatient’. She did, know her way around my little one.

For a moment, she felt more like a well-trained nurse, than the ‘pleaser’ she suddenly unleashed when her lips went over the reddish, marshaling ‘wand’. Like me, I supposed, she displayed no signs of hurry as she pulled my waist forward (in her direction), maintained her gradually-cheerful gaze on my blissed-out expressions of joy, while sucking me high.

On every ‘outward’ stroke, my manhood could almost imagine, itself being drowned in lust as she tightened those luscious lips at the bottom, dragging up and along the entire shaft, with an abundance of saliva ofr lubricant, until the tip ‘popped’ out. In minutes, I was rock hard, ready to return whatever favour she demanded out of me.

Sticking her arms up at me, I swiftly helped her onto her feet and awaited her next cue – though I admittedly should do a little more before she turned her back at me. In that position, she reached from under her legs and caught hold of my dick, thwarting any further attempts to reciprocate her efforts.

Nevertheless, I went along with her and shifted myself closer, to a distance where she could ‘park’ my cock – at an unbelievably wet opening.

My gasp, didn’t went unheard as she immediately slipped me inside, only stopping as far as she could safely reverse into (my motionless body). To our pleasant surprise, she froze right there and then, for a three-second struggle before placing one of her legs three steps higher to ease the ‘tension’.

(She whispered breathlessly) ‘you’re bigger.. than.. hahhhh!’

The evil me didn’t let her complete her sentence when I fastened my hands on her waist, and jammed the rest of my exposed organ into her, for an immediate relief like ActiFast. With that groan diminishing into an exasperated sigh, it was my turn to repay the favour and I continued thrusting my hips, leaving no inch(es) uncovered as her juices trickled down my balls.

For insurance, I cupped one hand over hers on her mouth, and made sure to ram her extra hard, to ‘test’ the noise suppression. I guess it was a good kind of problem, that those muffled cries of sex only made us hornier as her body jerked erratically to my engorged cock splitting her insides apart, over and over again.

Now, as we know how ‘speed’ can muddle sensations, it wasn’t the case then. Because of my sheer size, every thrust felt difficult, in the sense that I could strongly feel her pelvic bones squash-stopping me as I forced my way in – in reluctant willingness.

A few minutes of fast-humping later, I released my hand on her mouth to get a better hold her hips, for a much harder, deeper, and faster pounding to get the best out of her, as we both rightfully deserved. Soon, besides the unmistakable, futile gasps of pure pleasure, we were producing dirty, skin-on-skin slapping noises, representable only by respectively; her mindless, uncontrollable body tremors, and my all-out, cringing facial expressions.

(She gasped) ‘IMMM.. IMMM.. gonna.. kaaa.. mmmghhhhh.. ‘

That groan lasted for as short as her knees gave way, bringing her into a spread-eagle kind of stance (with one leg forward), me onto my knees, and her vagina buckling my dick painfully down to a standstill.

Being the man I am/ was, I went against all odds and resumed making rapid, shallow thrusts into her convulsing pussy, until I was too worryingly thick.

(I whispered breathlessly) ‘shit.. okok.. I’m going to.. take it out slowly.. ‘

In the blink of an eye, we turned into sheep as I, carefully dislodged my cock from her love hole. The exhausted lady then collapsed onto her butt to catch her forgotten breaths, at the same time grasping onto my cock like a slippery eel.

The initial feeling of a cock-block, or blue-balls, soon went away once she started jerking me, to the same rhythm she was rubbing her clit. Switching between her warm mouth and juice-covered hand, my body slanted in every direction until I regained my ‘mood’.

Just about time it felt ‘too long’, my countdown has started and I gave her the final warning. Without risking a mess, she stuffed me into her mouth and let me face-fucked her, for the few seconds until I let go of the sides of her head (I was holding onto).

Like how all good things must come to an end, she pushed her face away from my cock when I was about peak, leaving my twitching, sad cock for ‘all’ to see. Faced with that sort of a snag, I instantly lost all meanings in life, let alone the pity-massage she was giving to my balls.

(She whispered in concern) ‘do you still feel like cumming?’

‘now? not really.. not anymore.’

‘OK.. good.’

By then, my mood has gone from ‘maximum arousal’, to a possible blue-ball event, that not even a sexy hand-blowjob might alleviate. Not wanting one more person to leave disappointed that night, I went along with her request, to sit on the stair while she straddled my lap.

I had supposed, that no matter how much more ‘thrilling’ things might get, too much time and disappointment, have overwhelmed any more enthusiasm I might have.

In short, I no longer felt like cumming.

The determined woman then took her time to rub me hard again, thereafter plopping me back into her pussy. Since she was in a cowgirl position this time, her insides were naturally more relaxed, enveloping me like a weighted-blanket instead of a bear-hug.

After I was ‘tucked’ in place, she reached backwards for my testicles and caressed with them again, in her cold palm while her other hand fondled her clit. It was then, I understood how seconds could feel like minutes, as lucid images of her vaginal walls, squeezing down on my manhood, sprang to life in my head.

In a way, in that particular, cowgirl-style, public display of affection of ours, it was the most discreet, tranquil, unhappening scene, where the breathtaking magic was actually taking place under her displaced skirt.

The tiniest response, from the rhythm of her breaths, to the shifting of her eyes, to the varying distance between her two lips, could not be any more infectious, piling right onto the sensations my dick was bombarded with.

Her helpless breathlessness, made me a little harder, her hopeful, darting gaze, made me a little longer, and her invisible, shy grasps from down under, made me a little thicker. Still, there were no ‘big’ movements by any of us, which only drove me crazier.

A ‘symphony’, would be an understatement to how I was awakened, at the physical, mental, emotional, and sexual level(s). It didn’t seemed too difficult then, for me to be so ready, for whichever, higher-beings out there to claim me.

(She panted) ‘ready?’

(I whispered) ‘yes.. do what.. you have to.. ‘

With that, she wrapped her wet fingers over the base of my exposing shaft as she repositioned her feet to squat, rising just high enough for most of my cock to exit. On her way down, the hand she placed behind her, groped whichever part of me was within reach, from my shaft, to my testicles, and finally to the perineum, where it was knowingly the most sensitive region then. Being engulfed in a hot, throbbing pussy, certainly didn’t went well with the fingertip massage she was doing in that tiny space (between my anus and balls).

The rest, took less than five seconds, before I blew my entire load, plus overdraft, deep into her vagina that left no drops unturned, as she derived her subsequent climax from mine.

Following that wholesome release, the two of us just sat in the unnerving stillness, faces full of satisfaction from the constant ‘squeezing’ and fidgeting to tease our mutually-vulnerable state of weakness.

When we were done, we were really done without any mess caused, save for the drops of wetness she expelled from our doggystyle romp. It was honestly a little worrying, when we found ourselves limping out of the lift, like we just had a good workout and only felt the effects later.

It could be a pity, that the effects of such a mind-blowing, refreshing, fetish-awakening kind of fun, not too different from the unexpected epiphany of choking, slapping, etc., could only be done once.

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‘Such a slut huh?’, he whispered in a conceited tone into her ear as he slipped one hand over her ass under the short skirt with no resistance, while he continued grinding his bulge over her curvy hips. Unknown to him, all, but one word of that phrase offended her, and she knew exactly how to put him back in his place.

Without hesitation, she grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and reminded him, that ‘I’m only allowing you to do that cause my boyfriend says so.’ Immediately after that, she released her grip, swung both arms behind (around) him and firmly held onto his hips, to make sure he could feel how ‘deep’ she could put his hard on between her ass crack.

The shocked, jealous, and beaten-down clubber could only follow her lead, if he wanted more ‘treats’. Sure enough, he was no more than two steps behind her as she left the dance floor, making her way out of the club for someplace else.

Both high on the effects of alcohol, it took them a while to reach the shopping mall a few minutes away, and even more time to find a dark, quiet spot at the second, topmost floor. Just as a man, presumably her boyfriend, showed up around the corner, she quickly turned his attention towards her, by placing his hands under her D-cups as she stripped her thongs off from under her skirt.

‘He allows you to do this too?’, he asked in a doubtful tone, as if she would disobey her man. A simple ‘uh-huh’ awakened the hardest erection he had for the night, that was promptly relieved from the tight confines of his jeans into her caring, gentle hands. Lucky for the wall behind him, he had something to lean against as she massaged his cock, in long, lasting-upward strokes while he expressed pleasure in the varying volume of his groans.

Out of goodwill, she allowed him to touch between her legs, in turn giving her clit some kind of motivation while she weakened him even further. It wasn’t until five minutes (of the torturous handjob) later, did he whisper his deepest desire, ‘am I allowed to fu.. have sex with you?’, with perhaps, the most pitiful look.

Her spiteful and playful vibe went away at once, and he wouldn’t be wrong if he thought he had screwed it up. Clenching her fist a little tighter around his cock, she snapped her teeth at him and hissed, ‘No. But I’m allowed to fuck you. Do you want me to?’

How else do you think he responded?

Still out in the open, she dragged him by the cock into the handicap toilet, shoved him onto the toilet bowl, went down on her knees and gave him an unforgettable, taste of her powress. Almost immediately, he let off a loud grunt as her lips sunk right down his shaft, to the tensed-up balls, before she made her way ‘up’ so ever slowly to push him over the edge.

It was about that time she began her little feast, that her man popped his head into their activity space, to alert her of his presence, and also assure her of their privacy. With less to worry about, she went even faster and harder on his cock, drawing out his strength as he squirmed in the ‘comfort’ of his seat.

Listening to the dirty, erotic noises coming from within, the man outside, couldn’t help but reminisce, about his girl’s soft lips, gently wrapping around his manhood before prescribing pure bliss. There was no denying, that it was the abundance, excess, and thickened-texture of her saliva, that made her blowjob so ‘effective’. Wet, warm, and slippery, the way she made him feel never fail to make him shudder in excitement.

The tired, dishevelled man was almost lifeless when she decided to go for more, by straddling herself over his cock – raw. As soon as his cock slid into her overly-wet vagina, he was mentally disabled, literally. Except for his dick that remained rock-solid, the rest of that gentleman, was swiftly reduced to a moaning, groaning and twitching pile of meat, at the mercy of her relentless, hard bouncing.

Feeling that thick, hard piece of fleshing diving in and out of her erogenous walls, it was difficult for her not to climax, as much as she wanted to save it for her rightful man. Within minutes, she let off an exasperated moan as she shrunk around his hotrod, whose throbbing only extended her joy.

Once she resumed rocking her hips on his lap, it was a matter of seconds, before he started making strange noises. As expected, it was his turn to cum and as the sexually, well-trained woman she was, she alighted the ride with nanoseconds to spare, despite her immutable craving to be filled with his warm, white substance.

Replacing her pussy with hands, she aimed his cock upwards as she jerked him off, using some saliva to hasten the process. Fast enough, the man came, and went (limp) as cum sprayed into the air, and landed onto his inner thighs. As the thoughtful girl she was, she wiped him as clean as she could before leaving, with her man to another corner nearby for more raw, unprotected sex that would deliver his cum to its rightful spot (and depth).

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Kinship

‘Massage chair’, was the very term she used whenever she wanted to hop onto my lap, which initially started out as a way to get attention whenever no one was giving her any. As innocently as it began, it was also an increasingly risky behaviour as her body matured, even somewhat faster than her older sister.

I could still remember how light and tiny Yuna (‘Y’ for younger) was, bearing a figure not too unlike Tina (‘T’ for taller, older), especially when they swam actively. By the time they entered secondary school, I was in my late teens, doing my diploma in Business analysis.

Even then, possibly having gone through the mandatory ‘sex education’, they would still jump into my arms, while I burned midnight-oil. It was about then, their firm, perky asses poised a problem for me, at an age where most guys were most – ‘sensitive’.

It was a no-brainer, that both of them could sense my unwanted erection poking into their thin, flimsy shorts they wore for sleep, but neither of them ever said anything. At most, we would just remain silent as I distracted myself with the work on hand.

One night, a particularly late one, Yuna joined me in my budget, gaming chair from Courts. My plan to open my legs for her to sit between, was graciously thwarted as she actually held onto my knees, before sliding her ass over my thighs. At once, I could sense the ‘nakedness’ under her, though there was, respectfully, a pair of panties around her butt.

When she saw that I had some difficulty sliding those old, creaky, unlubricated wheels forward, she helped, by jerking her hips back-and-forth. To put it simply, both the chair, and I, got closer, to different ends.

I barely lasted ten minutes into my project when it started to ache between my legs, largely from her fidgeting to get her legs in a comfortable position. Finally, I could not take any more of this ‘awkward’ habit and let off a deep sigh, at how weird our relationship had become.

‘Kor.. can I ask you something?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Does it feel good?’

(I replied harshly) ‘Not really. The natural angle is up, but it’s not.’

(She cried guilty) ‘What? Really?!’

She immediately slapped her hands on my forearms (which were resting on the armrest), pushed herself up, and relieved my manhood of any more suffering. With a guilty and concerned look, she turned towards me, bent forward for my shorts, and ‘cleverly’ used the few seconds I was stunned (at her bare-chest in a down-blouse view) to right my ‘discomfort’.

That springing effect of my dick, certainly amused her as she swiftly wrapped her fingers around it, and instantly replaced ‘ache’ with ‘pleasure’.

(I snapped) ‘Hey hey.. that’s enough.. ‘

The clueless, inexperienced girl then sent me into another hell as she tightened her grip, pulling too much skin up as she slipped one leg at a time into the space below the armrest, immobilising me with the fear of her, ripping something off.

‘Can you continue your work like this?’

‘No? How could any man?’

The last word, or rather, expression, I heard from her was a giggle, before she tucked my rock-hard manhood into one side of her panties. To that, I must admit, that I was surprised at how un-abrasive her choice of underwear was. It felt really smooth, as I stayed snug under her damp, warm pussy.

‘Yuna.. you went through the sex education class right?’

‘Uh huh.. ‘

In her yet-another, naive attempt to sit closer to me, she firstly slid her hips forward, forcing me deeper into her undies, then arched her back outward (towards her back) to relax, and coincidentally let her soft, delicate opening meet the tip of my penis.

‘Hey hey.. don’t move anymore.. ‘

(Yuna whispered) ‘you’re.. so warm.. ‘

With that, she moved her butt another inch forward, forcing my tip to press so hard into her pussy, that a resulting ‘pop’ opened her world up to someplace more desirable, yet fearfully-mysterious.

(She whispered) ‘are we having sex now?’

‘Al.. ahhffu.. yes.. we are!’

Another inch popped into her and there was nothing else holding me back, from pulling her tiny waist right onto my belly. At that depth, her untrained body fell limp in my arms and I knew better, to quickly relocate her elsewhere before we actually did anything.

Very carefully, I climbed onto my bed with her hugging me like a koala bear, only to find her reluctant to let go.

‘Yuna! let go! quick!’

No amount of ‘shaking’ would free her legs around my waist, at least not until I was tired enough to crash into bed with her. It was at the moment, when my dick went all the way into her vaginal, did she sober up. Instead of listening to me, she pulled my face into hers for a kiss, that kickstarted my engine below my waist.

No more sensible words came out of her that night as we exchanged familiarity for the explosive, indescribable bliss, generated through each push that widened her eyes in a silent scream, and each pull she savoured with her eyes closed.

Thrusting in and out of her gapping vagina, every stroke was sufficiently lubricated for a repeat visit. In more proverbial terms, the baby duckling was turning into beautiful swan, as her shutting vaginal walls made each passing second less bearable.

(I whispered loudly) ‘yun? i’m.. ca.. haa.. haa.. ‘

Before the worst might happen, I yanked my cock out of her and fell backwards, in an upright sitting position. Yuna then proceeded to impress me with a split (of her legs), just so she could place her chest near the bed, head hovering right above my skin-tight shaft.

As soon as she laid a hand on my throbbing pipe, she placed her mouth over it and gave it a hard suck. Seeing that she was doing nothing else besides that, I gently held her head and moved her lips up and down over my cock, until her tongue arrived to stroke the underside of my cock.

‘yun? shooting! shooting now!’

Right at that instant, I fell (back) onto my back as she replaced her small hand around my shaft, jerking so ever lightly to the impending eruption.

(Yuna moaned) ‘Mmm! mmmmmm!’

Hot cum spewed into her mouth, filling her cheeks up like I had never came before. Just as I was about to pick myself up, I noticed a shadow, resembling a head, at the door.

(I asked) ‘Yun? Did you close the door when you came in?’

(Yuna sighed) ‘I don’t think so.’

‘shit.’

That was all I thought of myself at the end of it, despite having emptied my balls. I braced myself for the unthinkable and turned the bedside lamp on, to face Tina whose face had this disapproving void.

‘Mei.. go back to your room now.’

Upon hearing that, she straightened her t-shirt and left the room. There was no other word to describe how I felt, except ‘sick’. As ‘agreeable’ as Yuna was to this, there was no reason to subject Tina to such a dilemma (to rat, or hurt through blackmail).

‘Kor.. you lie down.. on your back.. ‘

Whatever she had planned, even if she wanted the same, it would never make up for the wrong I did. Hopeless, I obeyed her instructions and laid down, all to ready to go through her punishment.

Little did I expect, to see Yuna peeping at us, as Tina held my cock vertically upright. Sure, her hand felt good, but it only made things more painful when she flicked her middle finger at the small, brainless head. After one flick, she took her time to soothe the pain, before unleashing another.

The strange, mindless snaps caused an unexpected reaction, of an erection that was harder than before. And as for Tina, she seemed to be enjoying how much power she had over her poor, pitiful brother.

Without any mercy, Tina landed another blow and swiftly gave it a kiss, where her lips then descended to give me a much-needed relief. I was honestly that stupid to expect anything else, when she had intended to bite me for the longest minute of my life.

As the pain overwhelmed any sanity left in me, I grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face into my groin, to the point where she had no choice but to choke on my cock. Once she freed her teeth, I pulled her away and flipped her onto her fours.

It wasn’t until my cock was parked right outside her pussy, in doggy style, did I relax any of my grip on her.

‘Tina.. I know Yun and I.. ‘

(She whispered loudly) ‘JUST.. Fuck me already.. ‘

Once again, I replaced my hands on her waist and brought my hips forward, momentarily poking at the wrong hole before I ‘slipped’ into the right one. That shock almost sent her leaping forward, if not for my grip around her waist.

Having nothing more to lose, I rammed my cock deep and hard into Tina, pounding her at the fastest speed I could manage. Yuna, who was looking from the side, went up to her sister and helped manage her mood, by fondling her breasts to smoothen out the ride.

Unlike Yuna, Tina’s body was so sensitive, and responsive that she reached her second orgasm within three minutes, causing her vagina to collapse so hard I had to concede earlier than I wanted.

Wanting to give her sister what she got, Yuna rolled Tina onto her back and laid on top of her, in missionary-style. With their pussies lined up, I spent some time inside each of them until I was near orgasm. From there, I sandwiched my cock between their hairless, smooth groins and resumed getting myself off.

In the end, we managed to direct my cum into Tina’s mouth, though she just let Yuna suck most of it out. Since the two girls were exhausted beyond rescue, I went to their room to catch my rightful sleep.

Since then, the three of us more or less stayed together, doing what we do for love. Despite our vastly different lifestyles, none of us looked elsewhere (for love), and remained closely ‘bonded’, until I got my own flat.

Because from then, we were (un)officially free to do anything, and everything we ever wanted to, and for each other. And yet, strangely enough, ‘massage chair’ returned, as the girls’ way of hinting ‘quickie’ at any time they wanted to just mount me and ride out an orgasm.

Just imagine.

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I Came to Dance

(Girl yelling) ‘OHHH.. YEAHHH!’

Before I knew it, a girl had came up to me, at my table right in front of the dance floor, and began grinding her ass on my groin. Thinking that she would either move away or be ‘claimed’ in a few minutes, I didn’t resist her advances and simply remained still, enjoying the unexpected intimacy while being ‘polite’.

Under the blinding laser-show and heart-thumping music, I could not get a good look at her despite her spins and using me as a makeshift dance pole. There was, ultimately no need for me to see her any closer since I didn’t think any of us was there for long-lasting friendships.

After going through two more (music) tracks, the lights had been dimmed to such a level I could not see anything, save for the diffusion of the lasers hitting – things. Somehow, during the mess of all that dirty, crazy dancing, the girl began to unzip my pants, in privacy of the unwarranted darkness.

For one, my head was still spinning, as my body started to process the amount of alcohol I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle. Needless to say, I felt extremely unsafe and vulnerable the moment she whipped my cock out of my pants.

To provide some sort of cover, she replanted her ass over my cock and stealthily, tucked my dick head into her panties, right at where her pussy was. She then promptly resumed swaying to the music, at the same time sliding my shaft vertically across her increasingly-wet slit.

At one point in time, I felt her backing up too far onto my groin, bent my penis a little to far for comfort, before she reached between her thighs to ‘reposition’ me – into her pussy.

And just like that, I was getting fucked in front of so many people, who probably knew-but-kept-silent about our erratic movements. It was partly of my doing too, to be that consumed by the random pussy sliding up and down my erection.

After five or so minutes of the uncomfortable sex, she let me out and I pulled my zipper up, only to have her drag me into another corner where couples were daringly engaging in varying levels of intimacy along the wall.

My disoriented behaviour, gave her the chance to push me up against the wall, undo my pants, and slide my cock right back into her warm, wet hole. Next, my hands were slapped onto her hips as she humped me backwards, before I finally took over to give her the hard, doggystyle banging she deserved.

Watching her head fling up and down in ecstasy, I was suddenly refreshed with the vigour, ferocity, and lust to ram my cock so deeply into her until she was moaning. In the bewildered looks surrounding us, we showed no signs of shame as I hammered her dumb, somewhat instigating a few other couples to do the same.

In a few minutes, her body began shaking as she neared orgasm, forcing me to hold her firmly down onto my cock as she shook. All of a sudden, her vagina formed a vacuum around me and let her involuntary tremors deliver my trigger-point.

(Crying into her ear) ‘FUCK! I’M CUMMING!’

I carefully let go of her and she collapsed onto her fours, then turning slowly, but eagerly towards me. With her hair strewn across her face, there wasn’t a chance to take another look at her once she placed her mouth over my dick, slamming her face into my groin for a deep-throat, face-fuck.

Her violent engagement, coupled with a gagless reflex, shoved me so far down her throat that it momentarily felt better than her pussy. Within thirty seconds, she was relieved of her job as I throbbed hard, pumping load after load of cum down her throat.

The cleanup was done pretty quickly, and thoroughly as she gave me a hard, forceful suck on her way ‘out’, leaving me with emptied balls for a clean refill.

(She said) ‘Mmm.. shall we go home now?’

When I saw who that was, I finally understood what a ‘void’ meant. She was my step-sister, who also knew that our parents, were fucking other people behind each other’s back, sometimes in our own home.

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Wild Flowers

As soon as I opened the door of my GrabCar, a hand landed on my shoulder and managed to jerk my drunken ass swiftly around. To no one’s surprise, it was two, fair-skinned Indian ladies, one looking more intoxicated than the other.

(Drunk asked) ‘Can you take us home? Please?’

‘I can’t.. this is a GrabCar.’

(Drunk continued) ‘Then can we get off at your place? Where do you live?’

‘Umm.. ‘

Before I could reply, she fumbled into the backseat and her friend had no choice but to follow, though she did pull me along out of guilt.

(Driver confirmed) ‘Are you J? Going to Toa Payoh right?’

‘Yes.’

By the time the car moved off, Drunk had fallen asleep, peacefully on Sober’s shoulder. It didn’t take me long too, to get a little drowsy, tipping left and right as the car swerved. It wasn’t until Sober put my head on her other shoulder, did I actually napped for a while.

After we arrived at the carpark of my house, the three of us alighted, with Sober expending the most energy getting us to the void deck. As soon as the familiar, strong fluorescent lights hit my eyelids, I knew I was almost home and continued my way to the lift, where the two ladies followed into as well.

(I asked doubtfully) ‘Are you.. girls coming up?’

(Sober asked) ‘Can we? Just for a while.. ‘

‘Yeah sure.. ‘

I had no idea where they were once we entered the apartment, but I couldn’t be happier to lie in my own bed, face down, in my soft mattress where I could sleep till the cows came home.

Suddenly, another body slammed into my precious bed and emitted a gratifying sigh, like it was her own bed. I summoned all the remaining strength I had to roll myself sideway, to see the lifeless body of Drunk, smiling blissfully with her eyes closed.

(I whispered weakly) ‘hey.. this is my bed.. ‘

As soon as I staked my claim, my eyelids gave way, and shut all the lights (coming from the open door) out. I could sense her moving, but would never expect her to wriggle herself into my arms.

For one, she did smell good, and her roaming hand made it harder for me to push her away. As sloppy as it was, she managed to undo enough of my jeans, to stick her hand into my briefs. With some up-down motion, I was hardened, somewhat unwillingly.

At some point in time, she took a break and placed one of my hands over her groin, where she then rolled her black, high-waist flare skirt up far enough to expose her underwear – a pair of G-string which its triangular part perfectly went over her pussy.

(As Drunk panted) ‘I always get horny when I.. when I drink.. ‘

With that said, she pushed my hand into her thongs to soak me in her wetness, making it so easy for me to slide a finger between the delicate, soft folds of her pussy. At that point, we were moving autonomously, getting each other off on the pleasure we mutually created for each other.

(Sober exclaimed) ‘OH MY GOD! CAN YOU TWO NOT!’

It was only when she grabbed our hands, did we (both) really woke up. Instead of shock, we responded by pulling her into the bed, for Drunk to tickle her until she shouted defeat. Just when I thought the fun was over, Drunk began touching her inappropriately. Even going as far as under her tube top, to caress her boobs until she was bedazzeled.

(Drunk whispered secretively) ‘she’s really sensi.. *Sober interrupted* HEY! What are you.. *Drunk hushed* Okok.. shhh.. shhhhh.. ‘

As she resumed writhing and sighing to Drunk’s fondle, Sober undid her denim hot pants and removed it with my help. In return, she did the same for me and before we knew it, all three of us were naked waist-down.

After Drunk whispered something into Sober’s ear, Sober rolled her body on top of Drunk’s and the girls relocated themselves to the middle of my bed. As Drunk continued to tease the nipples dangling above her, she signalled me to go behind Sober, who was perched in an alluring version of doggystyle.

Next, Drunk stuck a hand down Sober’s pussy and I handed my cock over, to be used as a vibrator on Sober’s clit. Not more than a few seconds later, Sober was moaning for her life as she was stimulated both ways, at her nipples and clit.

Just as juices began to gather at her opening, Sober took over my cock and positioned it right outside her pussy, so she could ‘sit’ right over it. Tightening my grip on her tiny waist, I could only hold my breath as she rocked her body back and forth, fucking me in an off-beat tempo until I took over.

The second I slammed my cock all the way inside her, she became louder, in a raging, insatiable, vengeful way. Perching her chest upright, she grabbed both of Drunk’s breasts as I jerked her up and down, splashing juices with my hard thrusts deep into her vagina.

Sober only managed to rub Drunk’s clit for a couple of minutes before she collapsed in an orgasm, forcing me to pull out of her due to the overwhelming tightness. Drunk swiftly climbed on top of Sober to work her nipples (again), while I inserted my manhood into Drunk.

Obviously wetter than Sober, I hammered her loose-er pussy until she drizzled Sober’s body with her bodily-fluids, before she crashed into her friend.

By then, Sober had regained her strength and was clearly revitalised, from the way she flipped Drunk’s limp body away. This time, she went back into the doggystyle, except that her face was right at my groin.

At the instant she took my cock into her mouth, I knew what my job was and I just mindlessly shoved the entirety of my erection down her throat. Without any gag-reflex, I did felt dominant, enough to keep going faster and harder until I was ready to blow my load.

(I grunted) ‘CUMMING! I’M CUMMING.. NOW!’

Sober pulled her head backwards far enough to contain my cum, but not dirty the sheets. The unexpected, ball-massage thoroughly emptied me, right down to the last drop. Without warning, Sober then jumped off Drunk’s body to give her a passionate kiss, that transferred my load into her mouth, and remained sealed until Drunk swallowed it so she could breathe.

That night, the two girls displayed a comical version of a ‘cold war’, each sleeping on either side of me, and showed signs of irritation when their hands touched while trying to get me ‘up’ again.

During my mid-sleep, toilet visit, Drunk sneaked along and we went for another round that I finished inside of her. The next morning, I was woken up with a blowjob by Sober, that quickly turned into an intense, all-out, cowgirl-sex that would definitely wake Drunk up. That round, too, ended with an explosion deep in the nether region of Sober.

Having had enough of the crazy pair, I went to make some breakfast for our hangover. When I returned, I found them in 69, eating each other out as they were knuckles deep in one another’s pussy.

And the reason they gave? It was to ‘dig and squeeze out my cum (through orgasms) that she (each other) didn’t deserve’. For the better of us, I helped them out with my fingers, while they ate on their fours.