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Tall Tale

FYI – I am a female, in my 30s, mentally stable and physically healthy. I have lived through an ‘epiphany’ that corrected my thoughts, so any long term damages were accounted for and corrected.

As much as I wished that this ‘story’ didn’t have to appear on an erotica site, I think putting it here would hopefully cast some doubts on the realism of what I am about to recall.

On the day my mother stormed out of the house, was the very night my dad made his move on me. I am not his step-child, I am not adopted. I was born to a very young mother, and I knew that from the way she dressed and stayed out late.

My dad was, and still is one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He raised me right, despite how my mom treated him. According to him, he was already in his mid-thirties when he met my mom. She was about twelve years younger than him, but it was exactly his maturity and stability and discipline that led her to him. Being way younger than him, she was as expected, wilder an hornier than him. So she wanted it more frequently than his body could handle.

Eventually, after about 2 years of dating, they started doing it raw, and that was how I came about. Within 3 months, they got married, and moved into a home without taking on too much debt. Soon, I was born, and she received the best care he could provide to get her physical and mental health back to normal. From getting married, to giving birth, my mom had this group of friends that never left her side. My dad didn’t give too much thoughts about them too, since it was only right for girls to have their own click.

Years then passed, until I turned 13 and my mom, 38. I was about that age when started questioning the way my mom dressed, in skirts and dresses, with full make up, hanging out till late. And my dad always had good reasons for her. The late nights soon turn into staying out, and I could tell how my dad needed her occasional presence when he had to work a different shift. Being raised by a thinking and analytical dad, we managed to do it without my mother.

One day, she was awake earlier than the both of us, and dad kept me in my room while they spoke. Less than an hour later, I was let out of my room, just in time to see my mom shut the main door behind her. For the first time, I saw tears rolling down his face while he kept smiling.

And throughout the entire day, tears kept rolling, and I kept wiping. This, was a lesson he had once told to me – anyone can leave anyone for no reason, in pursue of their own happiness, no matter how much it would hurt others. That day, I didn’t ask him any questions about mom, and just stayed by his side while he did the chores.

At night, we just sat on the sofa in front of the TV, but only I was watching. Then, he asked me, ‘xxx, can I kiss you?’, using my Christian name. I nodded, and held his cheeks as he kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, and then my lips. It was my first kiss, so I could remember how soft, and wet they felt. Tears were coming even harder, at the same time his lips parted mine to stick his tongue out.

Not knowing what else to do, I just did the same, and his hands started squeezing my legs gently. He parted them, and continued moving upwards until he reached my panties. Then, a finger pushed against my pussy, and began vibrating. It felt more weird than uncomfortable. Next, he pushed my panties aside and placed his finger directly on my slit, and moved up and down.

My vision started fading white, and I found myself panting. My dress was lifted above my chest, and his mouth went over my nipple. For some reason, they were more sensitive than I had ever felt. Soon, his finger went deeper, and deeper until I felt ‘filled’, and ‘happy’. There was no pain, nor blood, just bliss.

We kissed so much that night, and when he finally laid me down on the sofa, my eyes were full of that man who loved me way more than my mom did, and cared more than any teachers did. He took his shorts off, and I looked at my first sight of a penis. It was large, and red. I asked if he was going to put it inside me, and he asked if he could.

I think I nodded.

He then slid it inside me very, very slowly, with our fingers interlocked as my thighs muscles twitched. My next memory of us were fuzzy, but I knew how much my body was jerking against the sofa. On the cushions, his hands were on my hips pushing me back and forth. I was just heaving and covering my mouth to suppress any weird noises I was making.

After what felt like an overwhelming roller coaster ride, he finally slowed down, and leaned down for a hard hug – at the same time my pussy felt a jet of hot liquid getting pumped into me. He came, and came lots, but it wasn’t until a few minutes later when he carried me up (sitting on his lap), and lifted me off, to truly comprehend how much he had cummed inside me. It felt like incontinence, but there was no way I could ‘hold’ that load inside me.

‘I’m sorry xxx.’

I didn’t know why he apologised, but I knew it helped him feel better. That night, we took a shower together again (after many years), and slept in his bed. I still didn’t know what we had done, but I was ready to sooth him if he needed it. I reached into his boxers again, and touched that organ that went inside me. After a few minutes of massage, he asked again, ‘can i put it inside you again?’

I think I nodded.

He put me into doggystyle this time and I felt a different kind of ‘happy’. It was more intense, though a little achey when he went all the way. My head was just shrouded in bliss and love and happiness for those few minutes he was thrusting his dick into me. When he finally slowed down, I knew what was coming, and I just dropped my chest onto the bed out of exhaustion, letting him fill me up again – lesser this time.

A routine was then formed, from the next night when I moved into his bedroom. He started licking me, then fucking me. Kissing me, then fucking me. Rubbing me, then fucking me. Outside the bedroom, I would start rubbing him, then ride him, kissing him, then bending over for him, hugging him, then spreading my legs for him.

Two years of that later, a lesson on biology awakened me. It’s bad to have sex with a blood-related person, but not wrong to do it with someone I love. That afternoon after I finished school, I went home, and told him about that lesson.

That weekend, on my request, he brought me to a women’s clinic, and funded a check up, along with an IUD.

Decades have passed, things have changed, and he might never know this, but he is the only man I would give everything to.

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Fucked Childhood

Fan note – When I read your latest story, it reminded myself of mine. Although vastly different from yours(?), I think it might also be considered an ‘alternate’ scenario? For clarification, I am a male.

This happened way back but a recent (condolence) meeting brought the three of us together again, and that situation couldn’t get anymore awkward. While most of us (guys) would see it as a ‘fortunate’ event, I was still consumed by the ick and twistedness of it even after many years had passed, all because it has somehow shaped my current ‘personality’.

For context, I was about 12 then, going into secondary school. I could remember my exact age it happened because I had to move accommodations to my uncle’s house which was closer. His family had 2 daughters (14 & 15) studying in that same school, and a spare bedroom. I was the second (of three) child in my family so it was kind of a relief for my parents.

His 2 daughters were typical ‘lians’, likely due to how little my aunty and uncle was home. Skirts a little too short, elastic bands at the hems of their blouse, and piercings that had to be hidden from all adults. As a new member to their household, they kept their distance at the beginning. Since I was in lower secondary, the workload and subjects were fairly few compared to the stuff they were going through. So I was mostly home, and was taught to clean and upkeep the household to show my gratitude for their kindness.

I was doing the same thing in my own home anyway. Sweeping, mopping, wiping – and doing laundry. I was no stranger to panties and bras, though I usually just leave them in a clean laundry basket for my mom to pack it herself. But at 13, I was obviously stunned by how tiny and.. colourful.. teenage panties could get. Although none of it was lace or see-through, most of them were thongs.

How could I not be ‘distracted’? Right?

Anyway, I did their laundry as I’ve always done it and kept my thoughts to myself. Another small but important fact, their parents both had to work. Dad in some kind of engineering job, and mom as a hawker stall assistant. So none of them would be home between 10am to 6pm. Anyway, I kept my distance from the sisters, and they had little or nothing to say to me – until that day.

One fine day, on a weekend, we happened to be in the living room together watching whatever was on the TV when Natalie, the older of them, asked me if I ever felt weird doing their laundry. And I explained that it was normal. Emily, the younger of them, then asked, if I had ever seen a woman’s part upclose, to which I replied, ‘only on the internet’.

I couldn’t remember how that conversation went but someone asked if they could see mine and she would show me hers in exchange. To my youngers self then, ‘just see see’ was as harmless as it sounded. I stood in front of them between the coffee table and sofa, and slowly pulled my shorts down (I didn’t wear an underwear because I was home).

They looked, and held it. One of them took a whiff, and got her head nudged onto my dick. Then, it got bigger, and bigger, until it was fully erect. ‘Wow.. ‘, was that one word I remembered. ‘Have you shoot before?’, someone asked. I nodded. ‘How?’, and I replied, ‘I moved my hand up and down.’

‘Like this?’, as the hand moved, my knees almost gave way. I had never imagined it to feel so much better for someone else to do it, and my face turned so red they kept commenting on it. Being my first ‘experience’ with someone else’s hand, I tapped out within 2 minutes. I remembered how it happened too. I was about to cover the tip of my dick when they used one hand each to hold my hands down, and continued to jerk me until cum squirted far out onto their legs.

Instead of being shocked, their eyes were locked onto my face as one of their hands kept going, until I begged them to stop. Embarrassed and lost, they kept me seated on the coffee table while they wiped the cum off themselves.

‘Who’s pussy do you want to see?’, I kept quiet to that question. ‘You! You show him yours’, Nat shoulder bumped Emily and they had a little girl-fight to get her shorts off. Once her bottom was freed, she raised her feet onto the sofa and opened her legs. Needless to say, my eyes were glued. Skinny thighs, almost skin-coloured pussy. It wasn’t only after I got older did I know that that was how a 15 year old pussy should look like – untouched.

Natalie then got up and moved me to sit between them. Reaching across my legs, she then grabbed one of my hand and dragged it to her sister’s groin, isolating my middle finger and shoved me into her sister’s hands. ‘You guide him la!’, she chided at Emily. Emily then brought that finger up her slit, and stopped at the top before I reached her belly.

‘Rub here’, she pushed my fingertip into the slit and I felt that little nub. Her face too, was flushing like mine. As my finger went on autopilot, my eyes remained on her shut-eyes-face. She was panting deeper, and her thighs were shivering harder. One of her hands were on my forearm, and her other was on my wrist, resisting slightly in case I hurt her.

Natalie was not sitting idle either. She reached over my leg and grabbed my dick once again, which had gotten hard due to the ongoing situation. It was that exact moment, the loop was finally closed. Something came over me then to brazenly place my free hand over her legs, parting them slowly until her feet was on the couch as well. I then found my way into those loose shorts of hers and did the same as my other hand.

The three of us just sat in that position, jerking and rubbing each other off. The girls took turns with me as my refectory period took more time, but none of us really paused. We came one by one, and by the end of a 30-minute long cartoon, we were exhausted. No one said anything but the two sisters went to take a shower immediately, leaving me to sit alone half-naked, brain overwhelmed by ‘bliss’.

After them, I went and got myself cleaned up. Back in the living room, they told me not to tell anyone about this, because I was not supposed to know this at my age. I said ok.

From the next day onwards, they were home earlier than usual, to do that ‘fun’ thing with me before the adults came home. And I indulged myself immensely in it too, without any deeper thoughts. Soon, our ‘daytime’ activity crossed the line into the nights, when one or both their parents would be home. At first, it was just casual teasing, poking and rubbing over my shorts whenever they had the chance. Then, it escalated to those times when we would be seated side by side, although I was mainly the one doing the work because of how ‘messy’ my cum could get if they reciprocated.

About a year passed after it began, and Emily, the younger of them, came into my room one afternoon. ‘Go lie on the bed’, she commanded, and I obeyed. There was something about her that day, which felt more like frustration or anger, than the usual playful mood. Without any warning, she yanked my shorts off and took hers off as well. Then, she climbed over my belly and slid herself back, until our genitals touched.

‘Don’t say anything’, she quipped. Her wet and warm orifice then slipped over mine and my mind went blank immediately. I was so overwhelmed by how hot and slippery and erotic that I lost control of my body. My hands just clenched the sheets at my sides while she bounced her hips up and down, groaning and moaning into the wall behind me.

It was my first time, and it lasted minutes. Within a few strokes of that powerful hips, I was trembling like a fish while cum erupted into her pussy, and she just kept going. My head was twisting left and right from the agony but she just kept going. The cramps in my thighs, the ache in my abdomen, the coat of perspiration on my forearm, and the beads of sweat appearing on my face, all did nothing to slow her down.

She, just kept riding. After another load of cum fired into her pussy, she then slowly pushed herself upright, and kind of stopped moving. It was just her fingers on her clit now, rubbing left and right, as her moans softened into purrs. By then, my dick had shrunk out of her, but I managed to get a few of those initial squeezes in her pussy.

At last, Emily came, and she collapsed on my chest.

‘What happened to you?, I asked in a worried voice.

‘I let a guy finger me, and he kept doing it even though I said it hurt’, she sighed.

It was then I realised, that there were other guys out there – who didn’t care. We went on to do our own things that day, and it wasn’t long before Natalie found out about what we did. Being older, and having dated before, she knew more – about positions.

The two sisters then rotated between themselves, letting themselves into my room at around 3-4pm every afternoon, to release their stress, and mine. It would go on until I was 16 (and them 19-20) when I dated my first girlfriend, whom was clueless about ‘adult subjects’. My sisters being official teenagers then, had began to dress even more daringly, with those tiny tops and shorts. I had tried to decrease the number of times we’d do ‘it’, but they always had their ways with me. Be it random blowjobs, or completely one-side cowgirl rides, I was being treated more like a dildo then.

After I finished my final year of secondary school, I moved back to my parents’ place. And everything went back to normal. We met each other a few more times during Chinese New Year, but after a few more years, work and scheduling took CNY from us.

I eventually married my first girlfriend, and she is still in the dark about that part of my childhood. How did the sisters ‘ruined’ me you asked? Well, the sofa became my favourite spot to fuck on, and even more thankfully, my wife was into making amateur videos, right on said sofa, making some clips an exact re-enactment of my best childhood memories.

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Rekindled

PS; This story is very dialogue heavy, and the use of English is intentionally ‘downgrade’ to reflect real thoughts and natural speech.

(Ann began) ‘Kor.. you remember what we did when we were younger?’

At last, I thought to myself, the past has finally caught up with me after so many years. I could not deny how often I have thought about that incident, only because of how ashamed and guilty I was, for allowing that to happen no matter how old we were there.

(I sighed) ‘Yes. I don’t think I can ever forget about that. a long pause Why did you bring that up suddenly?’

In my mind, I knew it wasn’t ‘sudden’. It was more of ‘overdue’. The both of us have gone so far ahead, and apart with our lives, dating our fair share of partners, going through heartbreaks and bliss in equal parts, etc. As much as I wished that she had forgotten about that ‘incident’, I knew that there was no way I would get away with it. It will come back sooner or later, as karma.

(Ann continued) ‘We never really had closure.. did we?’

‘Nope. We definitely did not. We did something stupid, and we both thought it was.. fun.. and tried to.. get each other to.. sigh.. a few times. And we stopped asking.’

(Ann continued) ‘We stopped talking too. We stopped being there for each other.’

‘Yes. And we both know why.’

(Ann asked) ‘Do you blame yourself?’

‘Of course! Although we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing, I have watched some.. porn.. by that time to know better. I just wasn’t thinking.’

(Ann asked) ‘Do you blame me?’

‘Never! It was never your fault. You just did what I asked most of the time.’

(Ann rebutted) ‘No? I was the one who told you what to do and you did it.’

(Ann continued) ‘You said you remember what we did that time. What do you think about most?’

‘The shame.. the guilt.. almost every time when I get intimate with someone.. ‘

(Ann asked) ‘Did it affect your sex life?’

‘Not really.. but.. I’ve wronged you.. ‘

(Ann continued) ‘I couldn’t forget either. But I remembered it differently from you.’

‘How so?’

(Ann blushed) ‘I’d get wetter.. ‘

I whispered a ‘fuck’ and looked intently at her, heart slowly wincing as I realised how I might have messed her up, in a grave, grave way. The guys she met after me, the desires she had after me, her whole history after me.. was built on that foolish mistake.

Now, for some context. Our dad was a chain-smoker, so you can imagine how our house smelled on a normal day. On top of that, he has some paranoia about keeping our house very safe. So apart from the 3 locks on our gate, the windows in the house were mostly shut. You know, ‘in case of rain and no one hears it’. And! Our mom was a hoarder, so you can imagine how much free space we had. Our ‘introverted’ character were partly shaped by the character of our hot-tempered dad.

In short, he has to have the final say, and everything he says is right.

So we learned to keep our mouths shut most of the time we were home. Being a growing ‘boy (14yo)’ and ‘girl (13yo)’, we gradually had less (topics, thoughts) to share with each other. But we had one common habit, which I would say kind of kept us together.

Because of the cigarette smoke and occasional quarrels, we would often hang out outside the house. We started ‘waiting’ at the void deck, then we realised we couldn’t tell if the chaos was over, so we moved to the stairs. Then we bumped into our outgoing dad and got questioned about why we were not in the house he worked so hard to pay for. So again, we moved, up a few floors, still at the stairs.

Now, the interesting part. While all of us took ‘Math & Science’ in primary school, and have an idea of the male/ female anatomy, the act of ‘sex’ weren’t covered. In secondary school, we were the first generation of students to receive ‘sex education’. So while some of us ‘knew all about it’, all of us took it as a joke. ‘Who doesn’t know what is sex?’, we assumed. And might I remind you, we were still about 5 years away of the launch of the first Google phone (I remembered because that was my first smart phone – G1).

I couldn’t remember the exact phrase my sister asked, but she was wondering if my school had started sex education as well. She was at that age to get her first mensuration, and that was how we went deep into the topic. Days past on that fateful flight of stairs, and before we knew it, we were at that moment to show each other our parts.

‘Just see see’ right? Until Ann had to ask me how would it enter a woman’s vagina if it was that small. She actually held my (unerected) dick in her fingers and flipped it up and down to ‘see’. And I.. being a ‘growing boy’ – reacted accordingly. It grew, and she kept holding it to watch. That awkward moment didn’t last long, but she later admitted to me that she too, had a secret of her own – about how good she would feel when she rubbed a certain part on her vagina.

As embarrassed and shy as I was, I didn’t need to make any requests. A few days later, she was seated up a few steps behind me and her school skirt was apart. She pointed a spot to me, and I, in my unthinking mode, touched, and rubbed it like she had described. As you could have imagined, our default dwelling was no longer home, but at the stair where we would just please each other as fair siblings.

Juice-soaked fingers, cum-stained hands, we were in our own world for a long time. No amount of sex education could tell us that brothers and sisters weren’t allowed to do that for each other. It didn’t fit the criteria of ‘abuse’, and we weren’t strangers to each other. Plus, we have already started kissing a.k.a. making out with each other by then.

If the stairs was the ‘waiting area’ for us to head back home, then the nearby community centre was where we officially ‘hung out’. Before your mind starts wandering, we would only go to that community centre when our friends were around. For basketball, for doing homework, for wasting time, and never just the both of us.

We were about a year into that ‘relationship’ when we decided to explore that community centre – at 11pm. To skip the boring parts, I knew when the gates were closed because I had played basketball (with friends) until they had to lock up. So when Ann and I visited, we were literally trying our luck, for that one side door that was unlocked.

Once in, I could only say that all hell broke loose. Assisted by dim lighting from the street lamps coming in through the windows, we had truly let ourselves go as we hugged, kissed, touched, groped everywhere. She sat on a chair, and I was on my knees the next second, licking and sucking her pussy like a hungry tiger. Once she came once, we instinctively swapped places, and she went at it like a hungry baby, sucking and moaning while rubbing herself.

It was then we ‘discovered’ the 69 position, when we wanted to be in the same moment at the same time. It was just all glory when I came so hard into her mouth the same time she flooded my mouth with juices. When that was over, she turned around to keep making out with me, as her hand kept jerking me off.

‘Do you want to try it?’

Those six words.. I think I nodded when she suddenly stood over my waist, one hand holding up her skirt and the other going around my dick when she stooped herself into range. To date, I could vividly remember how ‘scorched’ the first inch of my dick was when it entered her. Both her hands suddenly fell onto my chest and I grabbed her waist hard. I wasn’t sure what we said to each other then, but I was slowly lowering her onto my dick.

I remembered how tightly we hugged each other (while penetrated), and it lasted a long time. The next thing I knew, we were moving our hips against each other as her groans turned to moans. Soon, she was on the floor while I assumed missionary, pumping my dick deep into her. Her legs were locked around me, just as our eyes did. We kissed gently, and hugged with me on top of her, until I came.

Until I came, into my sister.

While I froze inside her, her pussy started squeezing around me, growing in tightness until she threw her head back. I just stayed inside of her until she regained her composure, for a tears to roll down her temples.

‘Was it painful?’

‘No. It was beautiful.’

Those were the last words we spoke that night. We got dressed, went home, and never met at the stairs or community centre again. Our words were reduced to daily concern, though our eyes were hoping for more.

(Ann continued) ‘You never got hard thinking about me?’

‘A few times.’

(Ann asked) ‘When?’

‘When I get intimate with someone, and thought of you, and got angry with myself.’

Without saying a word more, Ann walked in front of me and hugged me, as tight as the last hug I had received from her. She just held me there until her hands came over my cheeks, tilting my watering eyes upwards to her.

Then.. a kiss – which I reciprocated. We touched, we groped, we felt. She still had that underweight physique I had established my past relationships on, and I was as chunky as the men she had posted on her IG with. Now with doors we could lock, there was no need to keep any clothes on. With experiences we had gained, we no longer had to take turns. With modern contraceptives, no more barriers could stand between us.

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(Winnie asked) ‘Coffee for you uncle?’

‘Oh yes please. That would be nice.’

Sitting on the study table amongst the girls who had just finished decorating the hotel room to celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday, I was just touched and grateful that she had them as friends. Witty, cheerful, and forward-thinking, it was then I realised how much they had influenced her, even though it consisted parts of a ‘rebellion’. While they seemed like the type who would go wild if they ever had the chance, I was not worried at all worried about my girl’s safety, for I know their strong-willed nature would not let any harm come to the group of them.

As soon as the coffee was cold enough to be drank, I slurped up the entire cup hungrily and resumed my ‘old man talk’ with them, trying my best not to ‘disgrace’ my girl as I cleverly kept up with their random change in topics. In the next few minutes, I gradually lost coherence (in my words), along with increasingly-weaker limbs that I could no longer lift.

(Claire asked) ‘Uncle? Are you ok? You’re not speaking straight.. uncle? Uncle?!’

The three of them then rushed to my side, prodding my arms and legs to make sure I wasn’t numb in those places. Despite my fragility, I managed to conjure a smile, that reassured them of my awareness. They then brought me to the lounge chair, arranged my arms in a comfortable position – and began tugging at my pants.

All my ‘screams’ and ‘shouts’, were easily ‘ignored’ as they were no louder than the TV blaring their club music in the background, partly disabled by whatever drugs they had slipped into my coffee. At one glance, I realised that of all my ‘limp’ parts, there was one that wasn’t affected.

Janice, the fittest of them, grabbed my cock and began to fiddle with it, dragging her fingertips along my shaft repeatedly to the amazement of the rest of the girls. One by one, they took turns and used my hopeless, helpless, facial expressions to ‘see’ who did the best. Bombarded by such, fantastical hands that excelled in their own ways, I was more tired than if one of them had just finished me off.

(Janice asked) ‘Who wants to taste him next?’

(Winnie raised her hand excitedly) ‘I’ll go!’

Leaning in from my right, she put her lips over the tip of my cock before she gathered her long, wavy hair, tying them into a ponytail before diving further down my shaft. With no other means to channel my exasperation, I breathed deep to the rhythm of her strokes, unintentionally ‘growing’ my manhood while I broke out in hot sweat.

Sensing how I was turned on by her mouth, Winnie ended the blowjob just as I was at my hardest, and held the girls back as I lost some ‘motivation’ down there. Once it dwindled far enough, it was Claire’s turn to have a go, starting with a slow, sensual handjob. A few minutes of that later, she slipped her mouth over my cock and went all the way down, shocking her friends with repetitive, deep throat thrusts that sent my hips shivering uncontrollably.

All of them were in silence as Claire devoured me like a sex-starved kitten, jerking the lower-half of my erection while suckling the other half hard. In mere minutes, I was groaning beyond my control, and she knew better to stop and let me catch my breaths.

(Claire asked) ‘Janice? You wanna have a go?’

‘Umm.. I think not. There’s some liquid coming out of the tip.’

(Claire replied) ‘Tsk! That’s just.. licking droplet off pre-cum.. It’s sweet!’

(Janice interrupted) ‘Can I just.. ride him?’

(Claire and Winnie oof-ed together) ‘Woooo.. GO GO!/ YOU GO GIRL!’

Without hesitation, Janice pulled her panties down from under her high-waist, pleated skirt and climbed over my member, ready to guide my meat into her, if not for the two girls who had already caught it. Like good tag-team partners, they pointed ‘me’ in the right direction as Janice lowered herself, in whimpers and gasps as she was split around me.

Adding some spit and saliva to where she had not ‘covered’, the rest of the distance were made easier once Janice started moving, back and forth in an autonomous trance. Soon, loud, livid moans echoed around the room as her vagina tightened around me, leaking more juices as her movements went out of tempo. In less than five minutes, she came and crashed hard into my shoulders, body still trembling when they helped her off me.

Still as hard as a rock, Winnie mounted me in reverse-cowgirl and went wild like Janice. It was when she became much tighter, and wetter, did I learnt what her hands were so busy with. Adding some fingers to her clit at the same time I ‘entertained’ her pussy, she came once, then twice, then thrice before a gush of warm, viscous bodily-fluid rained over my balls.

Her orgasm, that came a few seconds after the squirting-spree, was undoubtedly more intense when she almost fell off the chair, saved by Claire who was flabbergasted, by her explusion. Once she was tucked away into the bathroom, it was Claire’s turn, to receive the full brunt of my restored vigour. Some time between Janice and Winnie, my strength was slowly returning, but it wasn’t until Claire’s turn, could I ‘test’ all of my muscles to know that I was ‘back’.

Claire, was taking up the forward-cowgirl stance when I suddenly sat upright, hugged her clothed-body close, jumped up, and laid her on the bed. Since I was already, and still, inside her, I showed no mercy when I unleashed the dragon, pummeling her with full force that knocked the wind out of her for a second.

For some reason, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull Janice’s leg to put her next to Claire, and swiftly jammed a finger into her sloppy-wet pussy. Finger-fucking her as I pounded Claire silly, it was no wonder Winnie had to ‘rush’ out of the toilet to see what was going on. I just needed to point a finger at her (Winnie), and then the bed, for her to crash right beside Claire.

Filled with either two fingers, or my dick, the girls were too eager to let me punish them, in an unharmonised melody of moans. Thankfully, I was able to swap between them for a bit before I had to explode, without knowing how they would take it.

(I groaned) ‘I’m cumming.. how do you girls.. ‘

Before I knew it, Winnie, the smallest of them, flipped onto her back and flung her legs into the air for me. No more than a few seconds later, Claire crawled on top of her in 69 and sat over her face, in an attempt to mute her while she finished me off.

For fairness’ sake, I didn’t allow Claire to just undermine her friend and shoved my cock into Winnie, jerking her whole body as I slammed my groin at her pussy. Moving faster and harder with each passing second, I had to delay my orgasm by grasping Claire’s ample bosoms, tuning her nipples like a DJ while she got eaten out.

‘CUMMING FOR REAL THIS TIME! KA.. MINGGGGHHH!’

I pulled out just in time to litter Winnie’s belly, with thick, gooey cum that sprayed as far as her tiny chest. Making use of Claire in that unique position, I brought her face to my cock and made sure I was thoroughly cleaned, before I let her go.

To end it all, I fell back into the lounge chair as Claire and Janice, the two girls I didn’t cum on, laid next to Winnie and proceeded to slurp my cum up, tickling Winnie in the process. After that unspeakable session, the four of us took a shower together and got dressed, with a time to spare before the party began.

Like a un-idiotic dad, I let the girls have the room and only returned late at night to check on them, which really were just my daughter and Claire. I had just tucked my drunk little girl properly into bed when Claire, the light-sleeper unaffected by any amount of alcohol, woke up to my presence.

Unwanting to disturb my girl, she asked me into the bathroom and we had a long talk, about what we did earlier, and how sensitive her over-developed breasts were all the time. It was there, when I decided to show her the allure, of her unconventionally-sized boobs – in doggy-style, in front of a full-length mirror.

In her minced-up, choppy words, ‘there is nothing, sexier than, to see my boobs jiggle, to a big cock sliding in, and out of my, pussy that no one else, could see, and only I, can feel.’

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Guilt Undone

‘Hey umm.. can you come in for a while? I think I need your help.’

‘Sureee but.. are you sure?’

‘Yesss.. just come.. ‘

At her last sentence, she just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the handicap toilet she had spent the last few minutes in, and caught me rightfully off guard with her bottom half naked. Maintaining a firm grip on my arm, she didn’t let go until she was seated on the toilet (lid down), and me standing right in front of her. I was still cluelessly waiting for some description of the ‘help’ she needed when I realised what she was after, once she started fidgeting with my pants.

Needless to say, I was very hesitant to give in to her since it was the first time we met, but she was definitely not shy about touching herself in front of me. After some back-and-forth words of reassurance, I let myself go and helped her with that finicky belt on me. Once she broke my cock out of its little cotton pouch, it was all show and no tell with her small, nimble hands. Somehow, she managed to impress me with the perfect rhythm of jerking me off, and fingering herself, that I couldn’t react fast enough when she shoved me into her little mouth.

Within seconds, I was tipping back and forth from the high she delivered through my loin, sucking and slurping as hungrily one could on an inedible man-part. I too, wasn’t just going to let her do all the work and went to her side, sliding one hand over her pussy while she ate me out. For me, it was all about clit-play and she was more than happy with (just) that, rewarding my efforts with deep throats I wouldn’t impose on any partners.

After she was wet beyond satisfaction, and I was hard beyond comprehension, she got up and brought us both to the sink, where my fat, wide body seemed too mature for her disproportionate age-to-body ratio. It didn’t take her much to convince me to proceed, with sliding my engorged manhood into her slippery cunt – without protection.

While the ‘entry’ was a little worrying, the ‘docking’ wasn’t. In little time, I had split her vagina wide enough to accommodate me, and then deep enough to knock the wind out of her. Holding onto that unbelievably-thin waist of hers, she felt like a ragdoll, with a sexual appetite that I didn’t know if I could please. Wordless, I just humped her as hard, and as fast as I could, often losing control of my overrated stamina. Every once in a while, I had to pause, for that achey, over-stimulated cock to settle down before I could go again.

As for her, she had a fingers to keep her mood up, uncaring if she had gotten too tight for me to handle. Soon, I found a sweet spot and a manageable tempo, to expend the last of my energy into. Keeping a loose, but swift rhythm, she no longer needed the assistance of her fingers. For a brief moment, we became one being, hips moving in sync to the most terrifying buildup ever.

‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

There was no way I could say that without slowing down, and for a good reason too. I came to a complete stop before she pulled me slowly out of her, and led me back to the toilet where everything began. This time however, it was me who was seated on the ‘throne’, and be further surprised by her boldness to ride an unexploded cock.

‘I will stand up in time, trust me.’

Uttering those very (last) words as she lowered herself over my cock again, I was somehow convinced by her confidence in executing that one, single move. There was nothing more I could do except to brace myself, and cope with the danger of impregnating her, while repeating the warning cry under my breath.

‘OK! NOW NOW NOW!’

And lo and behold, not only did she keep sliding that soft, wet hole down my pipe, she even ‘squeezed’ a little on her way up and down. Unprepared to ‘push her away’, my dick did the one thing it has always wanted to – cum huge loads into a pussy.

Unable to ‘take back my cum’, I vividly remembered how I felt so defeated, that I could no longer care about the overflowing cum that dripped loudly onto the floor. When I finally saw her moving again, it was so she could use my fluids, to lubricate her fingertips as she rubbed herself off once more.

By the time she dismounted my member, I was wholly consumed by guilt, more than any consequences that could stem from a creampie. Sensing my unnerving silence, she caught my face between her palms and gave me a kiss, and revealed her secret that replaced my disappointment with fear.

‘I haven’t gotten my period yet. So don’t worry ya?’

It was then, I knew I had other things to worry about.