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Would you threaten to expose her for money/sex?
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Would you just expose her slutty true nature to the world? Tell the world about her misdeeds?
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Do nothing?
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Other suggestions?
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Offer to pay/fuck me?
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Offer to do ANYTHING so that nobody knows?
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Go to the police?
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Ignore?
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Others?
I DRANK. I AM DRUNK. SO I POST. ENJOY…
Before the breakup with Sophia and me getting my 2nd gf, I actually had a few adventures on the side. Nothing too exciting but I will fill you guys in anyway. A girl called Bessy (from HK) actually professed her love for me. This incident actually started my journey towards the dark side. Because, I found the excitement of cheating and realized that I was not as ugly as I thought. Why else would Bella like me? I took Bessy out to our school dance and tried to kiss her. Then she did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act, which for was a total turn off for me. It didn’t help that Bessy wasn’t pretty and had hair that looked like a lion’s mane. Many years later, I found out that she eventually married my classmate. I was actually their match maker. Incidentally, when I pointed Bessy out to my classmate for the first time, he went “Eeeeeee… I don’t want. Can you introduce Junko to me?” What a bastard. Isn’t it funny that he ultimately married the “Eeeeeee…”.
During a period of time when I was back in SG for a while, as it was the pre-internet age, I did the pen-pal thingy. Got to know a girl whose name I can’t remember now. She was a nice girl but our difference were just too great. She was from a very very low income family, did not do well in school, not pretty, and plump with no boobs. Brought her out for a movie and she had this foul smelling perfume on her… yucks! It was a torture sitting through the movie with her but I took it all in my stride, because I wanted to bring her to somewhere quiet after the movie and see if I could kiss her. Anyway, she did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act with me too, so I didn’t pursue further. She wasn’t worth the trouble.
After that was a girl called Elin. Elin was a very clever and pretty girl. I was 18 and she was 16 when I met her. Unfortunately, after we went steady for 2 days, her parents found out about me and forced her to break up with me. I was sad because she was very pretty (7/10), and all we managed to do was a short kissing session and a quick feel of her boobs (Small B Cuppers). I lost contact with her and had totally forgotten about her when 2 years later, out of the blue, she called me. We went out. I brought her home. Managed to strip her naked, played with her breasts, licked her pussy and got her to give me a HJ. I think she would have let me fucked her if I had asked, but I didn’t dare. She was a virgin. I was very surprised she had let me go as far as I wanted without any resistance. She disappeared again after that session and I never saw her again. But I know she eventually became a government scholar. I am glad I met her because she made me realized that I have the ability to attract pretty girls and not only the few ugly ones before her. She was a big confidence booster for me. She changed my life.
Then I met a girl called Christina. 1 of my platoon mates introduced her to me. She was OMG!!! Pretty!!! She had fair skin, a very pretty face and reasonable boobs. I was totally SMITTEN by her even though she was a Lian (I.T.E. student who spoke perfect Singlish). Unfortunately, she knew that, and she literally brought me for a ride. I was her chauffeur, always driving her around. I was also her paymaster because I would be paying for her meals and movie tickets whenever we went out. Now before you guys call me a cheapskate, I want to let you guys know that she always initiated the dates. She would call me whenever her friends weren’t free for her, or when she wanted to watch a particular movie or wanted to go to a particular restaurant. Sure I could have said no, but I was still a Jedi Knight then (couldn’t make girls pay) + I was lonely + I was horny. Back then, when I was still a innocent young man, I thought that girls would let you spend so much money and time on them only if they liked you (now of course, I know that to be false). So given that I had spent so much time and money on her, I concluded that she must like me. (haha, what a fool I was) Then I tried to hold her hand and kiss her. She did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act with me too. I gave up after that not because she wasn’t worth the trouble… she was worth ANY trouble. She was really very pretty. But I gave up because I had to leave Singapore again. Anyway, many years later, I found out that she had a shotgun marriage and married a cook. She then proceeded to cheat on him with a colleague, divorced the husband, and married that guy. I wonder what happened to that virtuous girl who wouldn’t hold my hand or kiss me???
Just before I left Singapore again, I met a girl called Yen. She was a nice girl from one of the polytechnics. I met her when she was performing at the community near my home. I wasn’t keen on her at all because she her looks wasn’t my type. But as I treaded slowly towards the Dark Side, the temptation to pass up a free meal was just too great. I decided to go out with her. Might as well since she was readily available. We went for walks at the beach and had suppers often. And because I was leaving Singapore, the “goodbyes” when I sent her home would be quite teary (for her), which then turned into I-don’t-want-you-to-leave-kisses, which then turned into full make out sessions in the car. I touched her breasts only. Never did anything more. I was stupid back then.
For the reader/s who is/are more interested in my financial history… after my parents’ divorce, we actually moved in with my maternal grandparents. Just like us, they were also in a very sorry state. We moved into their very small flat and sometimes there wasn’t enough food to eat. Electricity was cut off whenever someone forgot to pay the bill. We lived like that for 2 years, till my mother was able to afford a 3 room flat. Even though the living conditions improved, it was still tough. There were few luxuries if any. However, slowly, my mother’s career started to take off. By the time I met Elin, my mother was already able to afford a humble Suzuki and were living in a much bigger flat. I want to point out that as poor as we were, we were never on welfare, nor did we borrow money from anyone.
P/S I had wanted to tell my tales chronologically, but some recent events have made my life a torture. As such, from the next posting, I will write about a recent event and I would love to hear your views.
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I DRANK. I AM DRUNK. SO I POST. ENJOY…
Before the breakup with Sophia and me getting my 2nd gf, I actually had a few adventures on the side. Nothing too exciting but I will fill you guys in anyway. A girl called Bessy (from HK) actually professed her love for me. This incident actually started my journey towards the dark side. Because, I found the excitement of cheating and realized that I was not as ugly as I thought. Why else would Bella like me? I took Bessy out to our school dance and tried to kiss her. Then she did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act, which for was a total turn off for me. It didn’t help that Bessy wasn’t pretty and had hair that looked like a lion’s mane. Many years later, I found out that she eventually married my classmate. I was actually their match maker. Incidentally, when I pointed Bessy out to my classmate for the first time, he went “Eeeeeee… I don’t want. Can you introduce Junko to me?” What a bastard. Isn’t it funny that he ultimately married the “Eeeeeee…”.
During a period of time when I was back in SG for a while, as it was the pre-internet age, I did the pen-pal thingy. Got to know a girl whose name I can’t remember now. She was a nice girl but our difference were just too great. She was from a very very low income family, did not do well in school, not pretty, and plump with no boobs. Brought her out for a movie and she had this foul smelling perfume on her… yucks! It was a torture sitting through the movie with her but I took it all in my stride, because I wanted to bring her to somewhere quiet after the movie and see if I could kiss her. Anyway, she did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act with me too, so I didn’t pursue further. She wasn’t worth the trouble.
After that was a girl called Elin. Elin was a very clever and pretty girl. I was 18 and she was 16 when I met her. Unfortunately, after we went steady for 2 days, her parents found out about me and forced her to break up with me. I was sad because she was very pretty (7/10), and all we managed to do was a short kissing session and a quick feel of her boobs (Small B Cuppers). I lost contact with her and had totally forgotten about her when 2 years later, out of the blue, she called me. We went out. I brought her home. Managed to strip her naked, played with her breasts, licked her pussy and got her to give me a HJ. I think she would have let me fucked her if I had asked, but I didn’t dare. She was a virgin. I was very surprised she had let me go as far as I wanted without any resistance. She disappeared again after that session and I never saw her again. But I know she eventually became a government scholar. I am glad I met her because she made me realized that I have the ability to attract pretty girls and not only the few ugly ones before her. She was a big confidence booster for me. She changed my life.
Then I met a girl called Christina. 1 of my platoon mates introduced her to me. She was OMG!!! Pretty!!! She had fair skin, a very pretty face and reasonable boobs. I was totally SMITTEN by her even though she was a Lian (I.T.E. student who spoke perfect Singlish). Unfortunately, she knew that, and she literally brought me for a ride. I was her chauffeur, always driving her around. I was also her paymaster because I would be paying for her meals and movie tickets whenever we went out. Now before you guys call me a cheapskate, I want to let you guys know that she always initiated the dates. She would call me whenever her friends weren’t free for her, or when she wanted to watch a particular movie or wanted to go to a particular restaurant. Sure I could have said no, but I was still a Jedi Knight then (couldn’t make girls pay) + I was lonely + I was horny. Back then, when I was still a innocent young man, I thought that girls would let you spend so much money and time on them only if they liked you (now of course, I know that to be false). So given that I had spent so much time and money on her, I concluded that she must like me. (haha, what a fool I was) Then I tried to hold her hand and kiss her. She did the “I haven’t kissed any guy before” act with me too. I gave up after that not because she wasn’t worth the trouble… she was worth ANY trouble. She was really very pretty. But I gave up because I had to leave Singapore again. Anyway, many years later, I found out that she had a shotgun marriage and married a cook. She then proceeded to cheat on him with a colleague, divorced the husband, and married that guy. I wonder what happened to that virtuous girl who wouldn’t hold my hand or kiss me???
Just before I left Singapore again, I met a girl called Yen. She was a nice girl from one of the polytechnics. I met her when she was performing at the community near my home. I wasn’t keen on her at all because she her looks wasn’t my type. But as I treaded slowly towards the Dark Side, the temptation to pass up a free meal was just too great. I decided to go out with her. Might as well since she was readily available. We went for walks at the beach and had suppers often. And because I was leaving Singapore, the “goodbyes” when I sent her home would be quite teary (for her), which then turned into I-don’t-want-you-to-leave-kisses, which then turned into full make out sessions in the car. I touched her breasts only. Never did anything more. I was stupid back then.
For the reader/s who is/are more interested in my financial history… after my parents’ divorce, we actually moved in with my maternal grandparents. Just like us, they were also in a very sorry state. We moved into their very small flat and sometimes there wasn’t enough food to eat. Electricity was cut off whenever someone forgot to pay the bill. We lived like that for 2 years, till my mother was able to afford a 3 room flat. Even though the living conditions improved, it was still tough. There were few luxuries if any. However, slowly, my mother’s career started to take off. By the time I met Elin, my mother was already able to afford a humble Suzuki and were living in a much bigger flat. I want to point out that as poor as we were, we were never on welfare, nor did we borrow money from anyone.
P/S I had wanted to tell my tales chronologically, but some recent events have made my life a torture. As such, from the next posting, I will write about a recent event and I would love to hear your views.
Now now, I feel this is a more plausible story than the other one about his best friend bonking his gf!!!!!
Yeah Good story and seriously, youre not nottiboy at all, it part and parcel of sexual venture during your days of growing up. Well, at least you have much to tell than mine which is less adventurous and worst less encounters. Maybe I was too proud back then. Lol of course now I have much to regret as age catches up. Sadly singapore toooooooooo repressed on sex, that many marriages broke up cause of sexual incompatibility and and woman or young panic girls dont know what they want out of the partner besides financial support to her.
Hoping to read from you more from as to also encourage others to open up and be able to voice out. Life is really a roller coaster man,…. hope one day can share mine with you guys too ,…
This story actually involves my sister-in-law. (Do I hear people screaming “SCANDAL! SCANDAL!”?) She is my wife’s younger sister and I met her when she was in her early teens. She wasn’t pretty then and compared to my wife (who is a stunner and stronger in every aspect, including intelligence), my SIL wasn’t worth a second look. Throughout her growing up years, I never looked or thought of her sexually, until she asked me to asked me to help her with her stuff. She either had things that needed fixing or things that she needed me to teach her or things that she need to move.. During those times when I helped her, she was always bra less (she’s a B Cup) and even though she wasn’t pretty, to me, I was still attracted to her boobs. I love all boobs. I love breasts in case you guys have forgotten. So I was always trying to catch her down blouse and, of course, I succeeded numerous times. But even then, sneaking peaks at her nips and boobs where just cheap thrills. Nothing sexual… until one day…
When she was 22 (by this time, she had become a beautiful woman 8/10), I found out that she had a boyfriend and it had been going on for a few years. Her boyfriend turned out to be her student a few years her junior. She was a tutor back then. I was SHOCKED. And the reason was because my wife’s family is as clean, and pure and uncomplicated as most families come. They led very simple lives and the main reason was because they had very little money (simple folks lead simple lives). They did not have enough money to lead complicated lives. Furthermore, my MIL was a housewife and she watched the kids like a hawk. Another reason why I was SHOCKED was because my SIL had always maintained a very clean and pure image. Other than a failed puppy love in school, she was never known to have been involved with guys. And as a tutor, I expected her to take the moral high road. (I always thought a teacher is supposed to be a guardian, not a predator. Anyway, I am not here to debate the issue, but for her case, to me, was immoral, mainly because of the nature of the relationship, how she got to know the boy and the boy’s age) And when I found out about the illicit relationship, I surprisingly discovered a few emotions in me. I felt anger, jealousy and lust. There was anger and jealousy because that bf of hers was a loser. He did not do well in school, came from a poor family and even had the cheek to take money from her. While, on the other hand, I was a relatively successful businessman who outsourced work to her and allowed her to make thousands of dollars a month. I could have given the jobs to someone else. So I was indirectly giving her money to give way to her “toy boy”!!! And of course, the feeling of lust… if she could bring herself to be intimate with a young boy, it would mean that she is quite open minded.
Without giving away too many details, my SIL and I are pretty close because of our jobs. We are in the same industry and so we met up quite often as we were often invited to the same parties. One day, as chance would have it, we were invited to a mutual client’s anniversary party. The atmosphere was nice. The food was good. The music was catchy and the alcohol flowed. We were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. It wasn’t long before she started getting high and started hugging me. But I was cautious. I didn’t want to get myself into any trouble so I didn’t reciprocate. I merely hold onto her waist to steady her. But it was only another 10 minutes before the alcohol got to her and she started throwing up. I decided it was time to send her home.
After helping her into my car (rear seat), I quickly got into the driver’s seat to send her home. Unfortunately, I had barely driven 100m when I could hear her puking all over herself and my car. I drove to the nearest 7-11, bought some water and a big bag of tissue paper. I could not let her go home in that state. Her mum would kill her. After getting into the car, I drove to a quiet spot, parked, got into the back seat with her and started cleaning her up. As I cleaned her with the wet tissue paper, I studied her features and realized that she had become a very beautiful woman. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at me. The cold wet tissue must have woken her up. I asked her to drink some water, relax and I was going to clean her up. Then she started crying.
SIL: My mum will scold me if she sees me like this. (sniff…sniff…)
Me: Don’t worry. She won’t see you like this. I won’t let her. I will clean you up.
SIL: I am very smelly. I am so sorry. (sniff…)
Me: Don’t be sorry. I am always happy to help a beautiful girl.
SIL: I am not beautiful. I am sorry.
Me: Don’t be sorry…… I love you.
SIL: I love you too.
And at this moment, I didn’t care anymore. I kissed her and she kissed me back. My arms were around her and I held her close to me. I didn’t care that she was soaked with vomit. I just wanted her. Our tongues danced with each other and my hands went in search of her breasts. Finally!! The breasts that I had been waiting for so long. They were now in my hands. I squeezed her breasts and kneaded them with her bra on. My other hand went down looking for her pussy. She was moaning through our kisses and her breathing was heavy. Her hands moved down to my jeans and she started rubbing my cock through it. I was super high!!! At that moment, nothing mattered anymore. All I wanted was her. We petted with each other for 15 minutes, (maybe more, I don’t know), and it was punctuated from time to time with words of “I love you”. Then I decided that I wanted more. I had to fuck her that night. But she was wearing a dress with no buttons and she was wearing thick stockings over her panties. I tried to undress her but it was impossible. I was drunk. She was drunk. It was too much work getting naked. I decided not to proceed, partly also because I thought she was a virgin. We cleaned up. She passed out. And I sent her home.
It was about a week later when I asked to meet up with her. The emotions inside me were killing me. I arranged for dinner at a very romantic restaurant. She looked stunning when she entered the restaurant. We talked about nothing and when dinner ended, I asked if we could take a walk by the beach. I needed to talk to her.
Along the sandy beach and the gentle breeze, we started chatting…
Me: Did you enjoy the party we went to the other night?
SIL: Yes. It was fun, but I drank too much. Thank you for bringing me home safely that night.
Me: No problem. It was my pleasure. Do you remember what happened that night?
SIL: Not really. What happened?
Me: You started hugging me. Do you remember?
SIL: Issit? Sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Me: Oh… then do we remember that we kissed?
SIL: We did? Oh no… it’s impossible… I don’t remember.
Me: Really? You don’t remember anything at all?
SIL: I don’t remember anything. What did we do?
Me: You want me to tell you everything?
SIL: Yes. Tell me everything.
Me: We kissed and I touched your breasts. You were moaning and you were enjoying yourself. And we said “I love you” to each other.
SIL: Did we fuck?
Me: We wanted to but we didn’t. Both of us were too drunk.
SIL: Phew…
To cut the long story short, she basically broke my heart that night. Over the next few days were a few unhappy meet ups. She refused to console or kiss me. She was very cold to me. All she offered was a consolation hug. I was deeply hurt. I had given her so much (concern, love and money) and she couldn’t even be bothered to console me. I gave her everything but she chose to give her body and money to that little boy she called a bf. I found out from her that she had been giving him educational and sexual lessons in his room. Also found out that she had sex with that puppy love of hers at age 15.
Since that night, I have been suffering. It has been a few years but the pain remains. At first, I took to drowning my sorrows in alcohol at night and when I realized that the pain wasn’t subsiding, I went to KTVs often to look for girls who look like her to fuck. I have been doing that for years. Spent tons of money and even though the pain has lessened somewhat, it resurfaces from time to time. It seems that nobody can replace her in my heart. Also found out not too long ago that she was a tycoon’s mistress for about a year. (Tycoon is married with kids.) And the irony…… I was the one who introduced them to each other. Sigh… I must be the world’s greatest fool. He must have entered her pussy thinking that it’s just another piece of pussy he bought, when it’s a piece of pussy that meant the world to me. She would rather give it to an old man than me… I also suspect she had a fling with at least 1 of her classmates.
This was a life changing experience for me. This was a classic case of “Don’t judge a book by its cover”. She would be 1 of the last few people on Earth that I thought was capable of being a rich man’s mistress. Her image has always been SQUEAKY CLEAN!!! I kid you not!!! Other then the men she has fucked, nobody knows her true colours. Only she and I know of all her relationships. AND she doesn’t know that I know. She has always thought that she was flying below the radar but ha…ha…ha…(evil laugh).
She has a boyfriend now, but he has no paper qualification. No money. No background. Not much of a future. And, yes, she is fucking him too. Although I haven’t found out if she has done it with any of his friends.
Because this whole saga is quite dramatic (by my standards), I can only share it with a very close friend of mine (who happens to be my FB). She suggested that I drop hints to my SIL that I know about all her relationships. “She might let you fuck her. Ha! Ha!” said my good friend.
Of course I won’t do that. I don’t have the guts and I have too much to lose. But I am wondering, what would you do? Let me know and share it here.
For my female readers… if you were my SIL, and you are in love with your current bf and want to marry him, and I were to threaten to expose your past/true nature, would you:
Please feel free to comment. If any of you want to share your experiences with your SIL or BIL or some other relative, or some friend, please feel free.
TS…you shld altogether drop the idea of banging her.
Like you’ve mentioned…you’ve got too much to lose.
Don’t understand why you are sad & drown yourself in sorrows when you have a fucking “Stunning” in every aspect wife (as you mentioned
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She’s not even your mistress as you called it - just cause you cannot get into her pants, you feel so sad
Oh btw, when you drink - pls do not drive & endanger the innocent parent’s son or daughter outside
Yes, I shouldn’t be sad, but affairs of the heart are often beyond our control. It’s not like I can stop loving/liking her. But I will try. The way I have been reacting, with regards to her, has surprised me. Didn’t expect myself to lose my mind over her. I have always been very rational, always taking into account tangible and intangible costs and benefits. The potential costs of this saga is high and somebody has to pay for it and it isn’t gonna be me.
Anyway, forgot to ask, would you guys be able to accept a woman like my SIL as your wife? would you be able to ignore her past? do you think your parents can accept her past?
OK, moving on… having posted “non-fucking” events in my life, my following posts shall be on how I lost my virginity and how I went on my way to be a real nottiboy
When I was still with Sophia, I had 2 friends who were super Bengs. They were into commercial sex and they shared with me details of all their paid sex experiences. At that point in time, I was totally disgusted. “Paid sex are for losers.” I thought.
Slowly, as my pool of friends grew, so did the teasing. It seems that guys like to tease guys who are still virgins. I would have male friends asking me if I had fucked before and when I answered “no”, their response would be e.g.
“Saving it for what?”
“Wanna call chicken? I can help”
Blah Blah…
It never bothered me although I wished they wouldn’t ask me so often. I was somewhat proud to be a virgin. I wanted my first time to be with that special someone and that someone had to be a virgin. And so, I met Ally.
Back in the 90s, travelling wasn’t as common, cheap or easy as today. A significant number of new students were unseasoned travellers. So in college, the seniors take it upon themselves to help the newcomers settle in. There were no rules as to who was to help who. It was all very informal. Newcomers will meet other newcomers and they will form their own clique with a senior usually joining them. I was in a clique of 3 girls (Ally, Yan, and a super fat girl) and 3 guys (myself, Jay and a unimportant character) for a total of 6 people.
Ally was not a looker (4/10) but she had an amazingly warm and easy character. It was easy talking to her. Daughter of a successful Taiwanese food manufacturer, she was very accommodating. Her parents sent her lots of money every month and so she was able to join every outing the clique organized. I almost forgot. Ally was a C Cupper. Just a little big at the thighs but otherwise slim.
Yan was a looker (9/10). A stunning beauty from HK (think Cecilia Cheung), she could have easily been an actress if she wanted to. Petite, slim, long straight hair, perfect skin and teeth, Yan’s only flaw were her A Cups. Because she knew she was pretty, she often walked with her nose in the air. She seldom joined in the clique’s activities. She must have looked down on us at the beginning. She caught my eye the first time I saw her, but I kept my distance. I didn’t think she would be interested in me. She was after all a stunning beauty. Also to note, she and Ally were BFFs.
Super fat girl- don’t think any of you would be interested rite?
Jay was a pretty average dude. Average looks. Average intelligence. Average everything. But he was a nice guy. Genuinely kind. And genuinely desperate. I could read him like a book. I could tell that he would use his kindness as his main choice of weapon. And I was right! Haha…
Jay was the organiser in the clique. He would arrange for all of us to go for hikes, karaoke sessions, pot luck, and for the clique to watch and cheer me on in whatever sporting event I participated in. (I was playing basketball and baseball then.) He was really sweet (but I knew that he did all those things to get closer to the girls.) I never did anything except gave them travelling information. Nobody had a car then. We had to use the trains or buses to get around.
So slowly, as the weeks went by, all of us got to know each other better (except for Yan) and were more comfortable in asking for help or favours. As I was the resident sportsman (I watched all types of sports, even curling), Ally came to me for help one day. She wanted to get a baseball glove for her bf back in Taiwan. So on a particular Friday after classes, we went to the local sports megastore to look at sporting equipments. We took a pretty long time shopping. That megastore had everything-canoes, winter sports equipments, summer sports equipments, etc. It was my wonderland then. Ha! Ha! When we finally settled on the glove to buy, I asked her out for dinner. Now before you guys thought I was having notti thoughts, please remember I was still a Jedi Knight then. Overseas, it was normal for schoolmates to eat together because our family weren’t with us. If she didn’t eat with me, the alternative was to eat alone.
Over dinner, we chatted about everything-her family, her bf, and about herself. Found out that her family was very wealthy, that her relationship with her bf was so-so, etc. From the conversation that we had, I realised that she was a rather simple girl. She laughed often at my jokes and I thought she enjoyed my company. Even though I enjoyed her company too, she still didn’t come across as “less ugly” (the way how nice people come across as less ugly and evil people uglier) but her body made up for it somewhat. Her breasts bounced whenever she laughed. Because it was a Friday and there weren’t any lessons the next day, I invited her to my home/room to look at my baseball equipments-gloves, balls, bats, shoes, etc. She agreed and off we went.
The walk back to my home was a non-event, but the moment she entered my room, she was fascinated by all my sporting gears-bballs, bball shoes, golf clubs, ice hockey sticks, skates, etc. My room was like a mini sports megastore. I then took out my sports equipments one at a time and told her stories of my battles-the victories and the losses. She seemed totally engrossed in my stories. We chatted till midnight till she yawned. She was getting tired and she wanted to leave. But I was enjoying her company so much that I asked her to stay a little while more. She was quite hesitant, because her roommate (Super Fat Girl) would worry about her but she was enjoying herself chatting with me. Suddenly, we had a voice in the dead of the night shouting “Ally! Ally!” from below my window. It was Jay. (Hmph…!)
Apparently, Super Fat Girl was worried about Ally because it was already late and she wasn’t home. She called Jay to tell him that Ally might be with me so he came to check. He was trying to play the knight in shining armour, telling her that it was late, it was time to go and he would walk her home. For some unknown reason, she kept looking at me and then back at him. Back and forth her eyes moved between me and him. Then she gave me the “what should I tell him" look, so I told her to tell him to go home and that she wanted to stay a while longer. And she did just that.
When Jay finally left, she sat next to me and said that she was tired already. I offered her my bed and I promised that I wouldn’t touch her. She didn’t quite believe me but laid down anyway. I slept next to her and just like I said I would, I didn’t touch her……………… for 15 minutes. Ha! Ha!
I turned around, spooned her and asked if it was alright that my arm rested on her tummy. It was a rather small bed. She reluctantly said yes but I could tell that as much as she wanted to remain the “chaste and virtuous” girl, she was also secretly enjoying the attention and the bodily sensations. My arm stayed there for a good 5 minutes before I started sliding it upwards and cupped her breasts. I heard her take in a sudden breath. I started massaging her breasts for a few minutes, totally enjoying the feel of her FULL breasts in my hands. Suddenly, she turned around to face me.
Ally: “I can’t. We shouldn’t be doing this. I have a bf.”
Me: “But don’t you like me? Aren’t you enjoying this?”
Ally: “I am enjoying this and I like talking to you but if we continue like this, bad things will happen.”
Me: “Are you a virgin?”
Ally: “Yes, I am.”
Me: “Don’t worry. I promise to be good. I won’t put it into you.”
After I said that, we got into one of the hottest frenching sessions ever!!! Gone was her resistance and she was thoroughly enjoying the sensations of our tongues twirling. My hands were kept busy too. I was busy squeezing and massaging her BIG breasts. Squeeze and squeeze… I was squeezing them so much I thought they would burst. Slowly, one of my hands crept below her T-shirt and started caressing her back. I needed to undo the bra hook. When I found it, I unhooked it in a swift motion. The moment she felt the tension of her bra loosen. She froze.
Ally: “Don’t (shyly)…”
Me: “Please… I really want to see your breasts… I like them.”
Ally: “Promise me that you will only look at them?”
I nodded my head and soon she was topless. I studied Ally’s breasts closely. MY GOD THEY WERE HUGE! I was in breast heaven. But her nipples were kinda big too which would have meant that her bf in Taiwan had been playing with them quite intensely. I was a little disappointed. Wasn’t used to using 2nd hand goods back then. But when the cock is hard, the brain doesn’t think. So once she was naked, I frenched her again and used my hands to massage her now naked breasts. They were so soft and full to the touch. All this time, I was also dry humping her. I was mad with lust. Out of control. And soon, I did more than just look and touch her breasts. I tore my lips away from hers and planted my mouth on her nipples!!!
Ally: “Arg… no… no… don’t” There was a mixture of pleasure and rejection.
I ignored her and continued alternating between sucking and twirling her nipple in my mouth.
Ally: “Arg…no…please stop…please…”
And so I stopped and looked at her.
Me: “Why?”
Ally: “Because I am gonna puke.”
Me: “Huh? Why?”
Ally: “I don’t know. I just feel like puking whenever my bf sucks my nipples.”
I had no reply to that except……
Me: “Can I get a HJ?”
Ally looked at me lovingly me and helped me take my jeans off. Once they were off, we started frenching again. My hands started playing with her breasts and her hand roamed to my cock. She had a gentle but firm grip and started with short steady strokes. This girl really knew how to give a HJ. (That is the difference between a girl with a bf and a girl who is a relationship greenhorn.) After a while, her strokes started getting faster and I could feel the pleasure building. My squeezing on her breasts tightened too. Her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure. Faster and faster she stroke. Tighter and tighter was my grip on her breasts. Then it/I cummed. The cum was powerful and my semen must have landed in a thousand spots all over the room. We cleaned up and went to sleep-skin to skin.
After that night, we sort of became an unofficial couple. We didn’t commit anything to one another, but we were often together. She was my unofficial cheerleader at my sporting events, and we met every day for dinner and most importantly, we would get together to satisfy our sexual needs. So on a typical summer night in her room……
Ally: “Can you come over and help me with my work?” She was laying on the carpet floor.
I went over, laid down next to her (our bodies were parallel) and looked at her textbook.
Me: “Ok, this is what you need to do…blah…blah…blah…”
After she understood the solution, she went about writing it all down. Meanwhile, I had nothing to do, so I decided to let my hands roam. My hand started caressing her back. Then I played with her hair and slowly moved to her ears. I could tell that she had trouble concentrating because she would write and then stop, and then continue writing again, and then stop. Seeing that she was enjoying herself, I placed my body on her back and started kissing her neck. She stopped writing and her breathing got increasingly heavy. I started to suck her neck lightly and then moved to licking her ears. This was when she started going crazy.
Ally: “Ahhh…! It’s so good…”
Me: “Sh… not so loud. Your roommate might hear us.”
Ally: “I don’t care. You make me feel so good. Quick! Let’s take off our clothes. I wanna feel your cock rubbing my pussy.”
(Just in case all of these doesn’t make any sense…remember Ally said that she was still a virgin? I was very timid then. I was afraid to break a virgin, so to speak. So our petting sessions typically ended up with us getting naked, my cock would then rub the entrance of her pussy but never going in, she would get high and once she had enough, she would give me a HJ to wrap up the night.)
So we took off our clothes very quickly that night. And we were in the missionary position with me frenching her and 1 hand holding my cock to rub against her pussy. Usually it would have been enough for me, but that night, for some weird reason I was very very horny. I rubbed my cock at the entrance of her pussy for a REALLY LONG TIME. (Don’t ask me how long.)
Me: “My god! It feels so good today. Your pussy is so sweet. All that juice is making the sliding feel sooo… good. Ah…!”
Ally: “Ah… I feel very good too… Don’t stop… Keep rubbing…”
I kept holding and sliding my cock up and down the entrance of her pussy. It felt really good.
Me: “Ah… I hafta stop now… I am going to shoot… You wanna give me a HJ?”
At that moment, Ally stopped moaning. Her body also stopped moving. She looked at me and said.
Ally: “I lied… I am not a virgin…”
After saying that, she reached down, replaced my hand with her hand and was now holding my cock. She then guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. She then moved her legs over my butt, locked me in, and pulled me down!!! And that was when my cock felt as if it had gone home. As my cock went in, I could feel the warmness of her pussy engulfing my cock. It felt so comfortable… so homely. It was at this point when I lost control. I just pumped and pumped and pumped. All I could feel was the heavenly sensation transmitting from my cock. Nothing mattered anymore. I was riding her like a crazy animal.
It wasn’t long before I felt the cumming sensation and she could sense it. She quickly pushed me off and put my cock into her mouth. She then started bobbing her head up and down and made me shoot into her mouth. It felt so good. I felt so spent. And after the initial euphoria subsided, reality sank in. I had just been raped
P/S I would like to hear more views or comments on the little episode with my SIL. She was the main reason why I decided to come online to share my stories. Somehow that little non-event with her is my most erotic experience to date. On another note, the postings will slow down a little cos I am having internet connection issues and kinda busy these days. Meanwhile, you guys have fun.