Part 7 :
Squirt Sawllower
We decided to go out. Changing into her still slightly damp & crumpled jeans left in the wash machine from last night & just the cardigan on top. This was when I 1st noticed her breast fighting gravity to little avail.
They were big & heavy-ish for a girl her built. Again she did not wear any undergarments but not by choice this time. I begged her to & she agreed. Shopping around, she got a short flare skirt just above her knee length.
A couple of times we were in stores, I sneaked into the changing room with her when no one noticed. I could turn her on with much ease much like the flick of a switch. Her protruding nipples would leave an imprint on her top whenever I played them.
She was defenceless while trying on new garments, no underwear to buffer my gropes. My hands went roaming around & soon enough I felt her wet again.
She joined in the fray by getting my dick erect then left me wanting
high & dry!
I wanted to bonk her again. Walking next to her, my hands constantly reaching to steal a grab on what lies beneath her thin skirt or cardigan. With the personal challenge I made to get this session done in a public area.
I scanned the surroundings always on the high alert for a suitable location. Doing it during a movie seems logical enough. We got tickets at this cineplex with sofa seats + privacy partition on the last row.. It was some romantic love flick titled after a calendar month. (No prizes for guessing the location & movie correctly)
The show wasn’t any good but it was the ‘
memoirs of a geisha
’ action plot that I ‘
shot
’ to fame in, unforgettable! I present my most daring sex-ploit in public…
To be Continued ……
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Anyway, be it been supported or not, I will continued the story and finish what i have started
Part 8 :
1/2 hour into the showing, we were already making our very own in-theatre Oscar nomination for an international short film. Our tongues like swordplay in ‘hero’.
Hands all over caressing each other’s privates. We need to get some clothes out of the way. Like some soft porn movie, I undid 2 buttons of her cardigan & began to fondle 1 breast while licking the other. She arched them towards my tongue for more till she let out a soft moan (not good for a covert operation like our’s). Unzipping my jeans she got to work, her pair of silky smooth hands taking turns sliding up & down as if to assemble my sniper rifle for some ‘shooter’ action.
I continue to fine-tune her moaning to an award winning Grammy track by rubbing her nipples & alternating to finger her clitoris as I go under her skirt. I even stuck 2 fingers up her for some wriggling. The look of pleasure on her face as the movie lighting flickered to expose was a sight to behold.
Her stroking has indeed improved with constant practice. Pace was ‘not too fast, not too furious’ & in no time I was ‘in the mood for suck’. As I approached my ‘erectile limit’, I signalled for ‘oralisation ’ & she obliged. ’28 seconds later’ & under the cover of darkness, I unloaded my 1st successful attempt in a public premise. On tasting it, she took in the entire shaft & mouth-ed my orgasmic proteins produce.
Getting up from her bended posture as if to whisper something into my ear she wanted me to hear her swallow! Good girl, no wastage. 3rd shot (CIM + swallow!) in like 8 hours tops; I’ve got myself a demanding, protein deprived sex slave waiting to be exploited further. Thus far, I actually enjoy this most. Maybe it was fatigue, having to bump up my seamen production on such short notice. It felt good to be served, none the less from such a lovely looking young lass with fast improving service standards.
The rest of the show had my mind wondering. Not about the movie plot but our status. Sexually, we progressed at such an alarming rate. I wish to keep her as a fuck buddy & mentor her skills to greater heights! She will not take an answer like that. But she has not brought up this issue either. Was she waiting for me to initiate?
I decided to adopt a wait & see approach. She could be using me for my ‘stud’ services. We all have needs that make us itch down south; gender regardless! Emerging from the show, she checked her phone to discover several missed calls & text messages not replied to.
Taking the excuse to answer the call of nature, I allowed her some space to sort her outstanding issue with her bf/ex-bf. I was undecided about getting on with her on a relationship myself. Maybe a final ‘wham bang’ before ‘thank you madam’ & good riddance perhaps…
To Be Continued …….
Part 9 :
We had some food before heading back for my place. I could sense she very much wanted to discuss something important but couldn’t bear to do so. My mind was only engineering another session as the ‘bonk festival’ was drawing to a close.
I suggested we take a dip in the pool before we turn in for the night. She mentioned not being a good swimmer but I assured her the pool was shallow. Of course swimming won’t be the main agenda; it’s my soldiers who need to!
It was late & the pool was empty except for us. I was in my trunks while she used my t-shirt & shorts. We were having fun when suddenly I grabbed her by the waist seeing she lost her balance & about to fall.
Turning around she gave me a warm peck on the cheeks. I asked what that was for & she replied: “Thanks, for such a wonderful time. I am really happy being with you.”
Thinking I was in hot soup, I sounded my retreating drums mumbling: “But I don’t want to be the 3rd party coming between you and your bf!” Letting go of her I pretended to be upset about this issue.
She reacted by wrapping her legs around my waist. Using her hands, she took my head towards her breasts area as if to comfort me. We were in this pose, silent for a long time.
I turn to kiss her neck & soon emotions ran high. My hand was under her t-shirt rubbing her already erect nipples. Varying my strength intensity, she moaned in harmony to my fine-tuning. The other hand was soon reaching for her shorts, ripping it off.
With an unobstructed path, my thumb was soon fully inside her. Inspecting the warmth my lucky flesh-bat has been enjoying all of last night & this morning, he sprang to life again.
We waited for the ‘flood-lights’ (those that shine into the sky looking for batman!) around the pool to go off before embarking on my 2nd outdoor ‘sexcapade’ in a day!
The sexy adventures of ‘Dark knight’: Batman & Cat-woman
Once the place darkened, the view from ‘Gotham City’ (pool-facing block) nearby was poor. I do not want any complains from residents. Sometimes they can be hard to please.
A complementary screening of public lovemaking yet they still want to bitch about it, barking away! Or maybe, my sex-buster accomplice was attracting them, i.e. ‘cat-woman’ (TLM). Her back was bent forward, front limbs clinging onto the pool edge. Like a cat in-heat & ready to pounce.
Her lower limbs spread apart resembling a well-designed ‘bat mobile’ (TLM’s sex hole). The ‘cock-pit’ doors (cunt lips) invitingly wide opened. I briefly instructed ‘cat-woman’ to meow softly during the stealth mission. The lurking ‘villains’ (neighbours) had to be caught unaware.
Bravely ‘batman’ sat in & adjusted to a welcoming ergonomics of his ‘bat mobile’. Humping & bumping cat woman like a sexually twisted spin off ‘batman’ comic, Cat woman tried her best to keep the volume down.
Her purring was restricted to a repetitive whine you are likely to hear from the girls in a Japanese AV flick. Very catchy track, but volume had to be kept a minimum. The experienced ‘dark knight’ brought out the ultimate drive experience of this ‘bat mobile’.
Engaging different speeds was like changing gears; mating transmission of the finest tolerance engineering. Super slick shifting made possible with abundant over-flowing natural lubricants despite the resistance of the pool water. Handling perfectly balanced as I grabbed her chassis (waist) to synchronise our meshing motion.
Reaching final destination, ‘batman’ disembarked from the ‘bat mobile’, releasing all his ‘little white bats’ into the pool with cat woman’s helpful hand strokes. Slowly, ‘batman’ limped & returned to reality: A flesh of lumpy extension from my groin.
The adventures resumed as we went back to the ‘bat cave’!
To Be Continued …………
Part 10 :
While she was soaping me down in the shower, my lump was rudely awakened.
Reminding her of the smarting pain she suffered earlier this morning, she stubbornly insisted on wanting more.
Carrying her to the bathroom sink counter & parted her legs wide, my thick lump entered her once again & drove with all my might. The screams she let out, echoed through the toilet walls.
Sensing that this could be my last intrusion into her, I pushed in without reservations. The sight & sound of my wet balls knocking her surrounding pussy wall was simply poetry in motion.
I was fast tiring out but didn’t want to exit without a bang. She offered her assistance. Engulfing my protrusion into her mouth, she made a last ditch attempt to resuscitate me.
Looking down, I saw smooth sliding movements & felt her wet saliva slowly nursing me for a last hurray. She disengaged her tight locking suction as I ejaculated.
Warm viscous cum were dripping of from her upper lips all the way down to her breasts as the final curtain came down before end credits showed.
I ended my brief spell with this gemstone soon after.
TLM left early before I woke. Managing 5 long energy-zapping laps in a 24hours endurance race, I had re-written the record books as the most number of successful bangs in a day (24 hour period).
It still stands today as age catches up & reloading takes longer than before. I never forget the cheeky after thought of noisy children learning to swim at the pool that morning.
They would have tasted ‘little bats’ along with drinking pool water during swim lessons! That’s for waking me early every Sunday!
We would bump into each other in lectures but never spoke about this sex filled weekend ever again.
Just a simple smile or the usual ‘hi’ surfaced. Knowing that she could not confirm my interest in making her my permanent fixture, she went back to her old prick.
Unsatisfied, she left him to hook up with other boys. Over the next year & half, gossip has it she switched partners often.
Did my unknowing craftsmanship transform this unpolished gem of a girl into becoming a highly sort after jewellery piece of a woman every male in campus wants to own?
I pretended to be interested in the latest canteen network of rumours, just so that I am updated. If she’s still as attractive after all these years, I might just entertain for another night of update recurring training.
In economic situations like these, I am offering my lesson ‘FOC’!
To Be Continued …….
Chapter2 Part 1:
I did not engage in any active search of other gems till my 2nd year. Then along came this precious stone of the same native origin, CXY. Not a typical girl you would fall for with silky white skin & long flowing hair.
She was a tomboyish type getting along great with most guys in class. Comparing her with TLM, CXY’s features are not as charming. She looks rather naïve for a girl her age, the same plain flawless skin except for some freckles.
Visible baby hair shows when she ties her short style backwards in a ponytail.
Her golden bronze skin, tanned from the many hours under the sun. She was athletically built; strong board shoulders. They harness a pair of healthy 36A+ perks.
I sneak previewed them when she wore a cleavage revealing sports top, turning around to ask me something during a computer based training session. She laid her assets on my table as I calmly explained the procedures to her.
My hard-on almost erupted trying not to stare too hard. Not a leggy girl at a short 1.63m, but she still takes ‘best legs’ title in my sex journals. They were well toned. She was a no-frills kind of babe ready for any adventure.
Very tempted, I left my signature by sculpting her into my ‘sex-venture’ world of pleasures that she will never regret.
With the semester exams just 1 month away, I pretended to ask for her assistance to tutor me in a mathematics subject. She met me at in campus on an early Saturday morning. We were involved in a class outing that afternoon, headed to Sentosa for beach volleyball.
She appeared in skin-tight gym shorts bearing a huge ‘Bum Equipment’ print spanning her lovely rear. I could not observe any visible panty-lining showing, never forgetting the deep impression she left on me. Her almost perfect shaped cheeks filling out the tight shorts nicely, they were calling out for a nice tight spanking!
Coupled with a body hugging white Lycra tee & a pink flower print bikini halter neck straps showing underneath. Half concentrating as she tutored me, I was dreaming if she was going to change into a matching print brazilian-cut bikini bottom piece covering only the essentials.
Nothing else was remembered except that I admired her muscular legs from thighs down sitting beside her. Also her rather small mouth opening as she spoke got me wondering how she would manage if I inserted my piece up in there!
Meeting up a couple other classmates by noon, we made our way to meet the rest of the group. Though we spoke casually, she could tell I showed interest to be more than just friends.
Often finding opportunities, I sat next to her so that I could get a greater deal of inspection done without her actual knowledge. Or so I thought… We had a fantastic time under the sun, playing a few friendly games with all of us forming 2 teams of equal strength.
Chatting between games, CXY always shared her bottle of isotonic drink with me & only me. As evening approached, most retired to just lazing on the beach front with a few still opting to go leisure swim.
To Be COntinued …………..
Chapter2 Part 2:
Wanting to post this part tomorrow, but after looking at my schedule I think I might not have time for it. Therefore, Here come the 2nd Part
CXY enjoyed herself, clad in her bikini top but sadly no matching bottom to reveal
. I enjoyed playing opposite her so I could have a full view of her from across the net.
She was brushing the sand off her lovely top assets every time she got up from a dive to save a play. As my teammate, I was mesmerized by the rear twins controlled movement just standing behind watching her in action.
Each time she got up seated from the fine sand, flicking it away just by tugging her tights brought about a throbbing pulse in my piece. All the hidden viewing pleasures in the comfort of my reflective shades.
Despite this being her 1st outdoor attempt. I could tell she was an above average player from the way she handled the games.
With the sun setting, I checked around to see if anyone in our group of girls wanted to partner me for a friendly mixed doubles game in the only lighted center court just next to Sunset Bay pub then.
CXY gamely took the challenge but we lost badly in our 1st match. Our competition looked more like professional players. Without my consent, she actually signed us up for another match & got our class to cheer us for another match.
Luckily this time around, our opponents were level on skills. We managed a narrow victory with the constant moral support behind us. She performed admirable with spirited running around setting up play.
On winning the match, I walked over to customary handshakes with the other team before turning to her to exchange another round of high-fives.
She surprised everyone by giving me for a warm celebratory hug instead. Egging us on, my classmates insisted I must ‘French’ kiss her in celebration of our win. I of course refused flatly, embarrassed at the audacity of such a request.
CXY actually pacified them by planting a kiss on my cheek. This girl is really a sport; I am amazed at her courage. Ended off, I bought everyone a round of drinks as forfeit. I took a quiet walk alone by the beach with a corona in hand.
Soon enough she caught up, apologising for her actions, thinking she made me feel awkward. I kept silent, smiling at her cheerful outlook thinking of how to conjure an appropriate answer. We sat down facing the open coast, arms stretched backwards & legs soaked in the therapeutic seawater.
With the tide coming in, waves were splashing at her lean abdomen. I replied: “Don’t worry, I enjoyed your company very much, thanks for a good game!” I raised my bottle to a cheer.
She took my drink, clamping her tiny lips around the bottleneck mouth as if to give it a blowjob & downed a big gulp. I knew from past experience this girl was smitten, I had her emotionally, now to get the physical aspect.
To Be Continued ……..
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Originally Posted by
JediSkull
hmmm… that reminds me of the days when my PRC classmates in poly weren’t shy about leaning on guys when they ask questions…….. and also those big boobs hanging loose when they’r at home wearing casual (usuually well hidden in school!)…….
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Originally Posted by
angelous
You r the man…
u make all man envy u
Thanks Bro.
THank you for your support, Here come the part 3:
Chapter 2 Part3:
Suddenly she shifted over next to my arms resting her head on my shoulders. Turning towards her, she locked her small lips on mine.
Almost like she’s giving away her 1st innocent passion filled smooch.
I responded by wrapping my hands around her slim waistline & then cupping her tight ass-cheeks as I carried her over to my lap. We continued in this posture with me introducing my tongue into her.
Soon she followed suit & used hers to discover me. My inactive craftsman tool jolted in excitement, recollecting fond memories of the previous gem he had carved on a distant few months back.
Suddenly remembering that I wasn’t alone with her, I broke off from the intimate kiss to a loud ‘oh’s & ah’s’ from a distance. I was caught red-handed!
A craftsman should never hawk his intricate work on precious stones in public.
Time to pack up & go home, we all headed for our separate ways after alighting from the bus service bringing us back to mainland.
CXY was clinging on tightly to my hand, just like a pair of young lovebirds unwilling to part. After a meal together at a fast food joint, I relented & offered to send her home.
We took the last bus service headed for her place. The upper deck was empty save for a couple of souls seated right in front. They seemed to be cooperating by giving us a moment of privacy.
Seating on the last row usually includes a wider legroom space. The extra space for engagement in wild public acts was a huge welcome.
I put this privacy to good use, never wasting a chance to strike off an item on my list of to-do sexual acts in various places. The session at the cinema with TLM had taught me many valuable pointers.
I was hungry for more outdoor action sports!
Mobile TV’s introduction on buses was still in its infancy stages. I decide to provide my own live coverage of a short film that night…
To Be Continued …….
Chapter 2 Part4:
Public Sex: Bus Shootout!
After the initial exchange of kisses & tongue exploration, we got down to her ‘main meat’ treat. She was caressing my rapidly enlarging piece on top of my boarding shorts.
I was in huge discomfort having to contain the growth within a confined space. My hand had dived into her top to unlatch the front hook sports bra & getting her nipples swelling.
Waiting for the last person to alight from the top deck, I loosen my Velcro patch. Ready & waiting, my piece sprang up from the emerging slit. Pressing CXY’s head down, she arranged herself into the recess area & sat by the latch block down below the window.
Slowly, she took my piece into her small mouth opening, lubricating as she went deeper inch by inch.
Feeling her teeth rubbing the skin on my fully stretched piece, I could tell her relative inexperience from her consumption of my ‘dawg’. However, I was pleasantly surprised she could actually accommodate the entire shaft length into her mouth.
I could feel a tingle of her tonsil rattling on my rod head’s most protruding cross section area at her deep throat-ing. Seeing her mouth stretch wide open just to barely wrap around my piece, I felt like a ‘porn-king’ showing off to her a ‘who’s your daddy?’ move!
She went on to the classical nodding motion, slurping away at my piece as the dripping started. Prodding away, strong suction force felt throughout my entire length as she engulfed me repeatedly. The bus just turned into the expressway, I could take time & maintain her mouthing for longer.
Disconnecting me after a tiring 5 minutes, she went for my tightened up testicles, licking away at a searing pace. Her fingertips had difficulty meeting her thumb as she tried to palm wrapped me for a hand job.
I slumped back into the seat hitting my head on the surrounding cushion board hard. Sensing climax was near; I forcefully shoved my piece into her helpless mouth.
Taking her by the ponytail, I engaged her into doing a quick few pumps before I pulled out. High-pressured piping hot seamen squirt into her still unclosed mouth before steering my piece away, wasting the rest.
Her saliva was partially still dripping from her own uncontrollable glands as her mouth was forced opened too wide. If my mobile phone had a built-in camera, I would have at least gotten a prize.
Titled under “readers’ shot” section of “National Pornographic”. My glorious moment of my foaming piece, with a trail of some ejected cum in flight & lastly some having smeared onto her mouth area; all frozen & captured in gloss finished 8R-sized print! A fitting tribute for all into photography.
To Be Continued ……
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Originally Posted by
chinacity
10 YEARS BACK???
pardon me for saying this, i think its a fake story, u should make up a story that goes back say 6-7 yrs
if i were not wrong, i think there isnt any PRC poly gals 10yrs back
Reply from my ghost writer:
This is a based on a real story, I dont have to make up the time account portion of it! Ask any poly student schooling from 1999 onwards,
they (polys) were already recriuting fiercely by setting up bases overseas to net them. I do not have anything to prove, only my style & colour I put into my accounts with them for reading pleasure. A case of sour grapes perhaps?