Bro OO, with so many bros enthusiastically welcoming U back for your story telling skills, I think U are really a modern day Lei Tai Sor.
Bro O O, your stories are always filled though twists and turns, that only you know how to spin into it!! Well done, am enjoying myself again!! I’m fine thanks! And hope all’s well with you too bro! Thx and cheers ……………..
Welcome back bro Oink!
I enjoyed your bras and bedsheet story very much. Thank you.
Camping here for more juicy stories.
Thank you bros BCL25, gambit76, ZorGong, feral888, CibLover and mcvai for the support.
Also thanks bros for the votes! Looks like someone finds my writing terrible.
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Bro, can trouble you to translate d chinese writing to english for the benefit of your non-chinese reading fans. terima kasih banyak banyak.
Will do.
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eeemen
Bro O O, your stories are always filled though twists and turns, that only you know how to spin into it!! Well done, am enjoying myself again!! I’m fine thanks! And hope all’s well with you too bro! Thx and cheers ……………..
Thanks bro! I’m doing well. The 3 Bras are making me fat.
Continuing….
If I could dig a hole to hide in, I would. The lady was one I spent a night with about two months ago. Ashamed, I ought to be for not even knowing her name but her look, body and what we did together for a night were clearly registered in my mind. It was an “accident” that took place under constant “encouragement” from Ah Phui and when I was down in mood, also something I knew was inappropriate to do. To see her again without prior notice left me in awkwardness. Trying hard to pretend as though there wasn’t such a history, I caught her occasional glares.
Angel declined the invitation to the disco as Aunt Debbie would be expecting her back in the hotel. Taking advantage of the situation, I got off the hook as I had to send her back. Halfway through the beer, we took our leave and Ah Phui walked us to the bike. He was making the final attempt to get us to join him for a dance but Angel was firm.
Phui: You dare to ride on his bike?
Angel: It’s fun and exciting!
Phui: I ride with him one time, I drop my balls once.
Angel: Why?
Phui: He doesn’t know what is speed limit. Corner like want to kiss the road like that.
Angel: Ah Phui…..
Phui: Yes? Take cab with me go disco safer, right?
Angel: I don’t have no balls to drop so I am safe.
Both Ah Phui and I were totally bewildered by Angel’s words, absolutely unexpected of her. Sex related matters and sexual organs were not topics cross exchanged between males and females. Perhaps, it was time to realize that we had grown up.
While waiting for the light to turn green at the junction where we would be turning into the main road, Angel made a request. She wanted to experience what Ah Phui described of my riding and slid her hands down from my shoulders to loop my waist tightly. That same moment, I felt two soft patches pressing hard on my shoulder blades, causing me instant discomfort as my natural response was pushed against the petrol tank.
Angel: Am I holding on right?
Me: Make sure you hold tight or you may fall. Just a short one, ok.
Once the light turned green, I took the turn and went low enough to challenge the maximum centrifugal force. Out of the turn, I pulled the throttle full and shifted to second gear with my front wheel slightly lifted off the road. Down the straight road before we stopped at the next junction, we already hit 140km/h. In the span of less than half a minute, Angel was screaming at the top of her voice as if she was taking a roller-coaster ride. With one hand slapping on my shoulder excitedly, she demanded for another round. Traffic was relatively sparse that night and I acceded. Through a few more turns and junctions, I did what I could to fulfill her desire for thrill. Once onto the expressway, I was law abiding all the way till we reached the hotel.
Helping Angel to remove her helmet, she waved goodbye with gleaming eyes and a contented smile. Before she turned to walk into the lobby, she told me Aunt Debbie had something for her the next day and told me to make myself free the day after. Sure I would. I had all the time to kill for a few weeks but she would soon be flying across the Pacific Ocean back to her varsity life. Thanks to Angel and Ah Phui for that eventful day or I would have to be sitting around without much to do.
Almost reaching home, my pager beeped. Taking a quick look at the pager worn on my belt, I saw Ah Phui’s coffee shop number. He must be trying to persuade me to change my mind. After parking my bike, I dug out a 10 cent coin from my pocket and returned his call using the public phone at the void deck.
Me (Hokkein): What’s the matter? Told you I am not going.
Phui (Hokkein): Not I look for you.
Me (Hokkein): Not you then ghost looking for me?
Phui (Hokkein): CB looking for you.
Me (Hokkein): NB! Tell CB LJ not free, ok!
Phui (Hokkein): Tell you real one you also get f***!
Wait a minute! If Ah Phui wasn’t joking, then… from the other end of the phone came a female voice.
Ke ke, lucky for you bro, I am sure many bros would die to be in your position with the 3 bras!!
Wow, maybe you’ll get lucky with the “CB” that called u from ah pui’s kopi shop!!
Thanks for a very entertaining story bro, always looking forward to your posts!! Cheers …………….
A late update and wishing all a good weekend!
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Wah… Excitement coming…! Season my chicken wings now…
I go get some charcoal to start the fire!
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I missed Selina
hopefully this new story will be as epic as the previous story
2 stories, 2 totally different phases in life. Hope I don’t disappoint you.
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eeemen
Ke ke, lucky for you bro, I am sure many bros would die to be in your position with the 3 bras!!
I “died” many times over that couple of years to make things work out.
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luvuass
Bro OO, ur brown sugar story was fansextic, now with this yellow sugar hope it will be spicy n hot hahaha !!!!
Hello bro! You have been changing ‘S’s recently.
You will know the “true colours” by the end of my introduction.
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Thks for the interesting story, this type better than reading books.
Thank you. Glad you like it.
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Welcome back !!! Sitting beside my redifusion waiting for updates.
Hi Uncle KF, thanks for coming to support.
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Bro OO, story getting more interesting
Thank you bro.
Continuing….
A mistake it was, and a night of rendezvous had become a nightmare haunting me. SHE, one of the two ladies in mini-skirt, started teasing me over the phone with remarks like “where are you”, “why don’t talk to me”, “why you so proud”…. and so on until I couldn’t take them anymore. In a frustrated tone, I threatened to hang up if there wasn’t anything important. Immediately, I was slapped by another Chinese saying “rather offend a jerk, never offend a woman”. Raising her voice, she yelled “you have to pay for what you eat!”, and I couldn’t believe she did that at the coffee shop. Ah Phui took over the line and urged me to settle it once and for all at his place. Before hanging up, I managed to get her name, Wendy, to save myself some embarrassment. I knew it was confrontation time and I had to face it. Putting on my helmet, I rode towards Ah Phui’s house, which was located a few blocks away from the coffee shop. The flat belonged to his parents but they were staying with one of his elder brothers and Ah Phui was left alone as the caretaker.
Along the way to Ah Phui’s place, I was trying hard to figure out a solution to solve my problem but nothing came to mind. Took the lift up to the 6th floor, dragged my feet up 2 stories to the 8th floor and traversed pass the long corridor to see the last door wide open waiting for me. It looked more like the Gates of Hell to me than my good friend’s house, seemingly welcoming me to the world of torturing and suffering. The only hope was to count on Ah Phui to speak up for me and mediate the matter.
Uncertainty and fear filled my heart as I walked into the flat. On the sofa in the living room sat the two ladies and they were whispering to each other. Not seeing Ah Phui, I asked for his whereabouts and was told that he was taking a shower. Without a word, I stepped out again and stood by the corridor to catch some fresh air. Moments later, Wendy came out.
Wendy: 你在生我的气吗? (Are you angry with me?)
Me: 不敢, 我是来还债的. (I won’t dare, I am here to pay my debt.)
Wendy: 还什么! 那是Ah Phui叫我说的啦! 不要生气好吗? (Pay what? Ah Phui asked me to say one! Can you not be angry?)
Me: 死胖子! 他叫你说你就说,他叫你死我不是要付白金! (Damn Fatty! You do whatever he says. If he asks you to die, then I have to make funeral donation.)
Wendy: 我们跟你开玩笑的. 是要你来跟我们一起玩而已. (We were joking with you. Just wanted you to join us.)
Me: 无聊! (Nothing better to do!)
Huge relief it was for me that Wendy had no intention to pursue the past. Ah Phui finished his shower and found me at the corridor. He came out and Wendy went back in. The first thing I did was an elbow tug right at his huge belly that sent him groaning in pain.
Phui (Hokkein): So hard! Want to kill your old man is it?
Me (Hokkein): You deserve it.
Phui (Hokkein): Ask you come up to keep Wendy company mah.
Me (Hokkein): I thought you all going disco?
Phui (Hokkein): No disco. I want to ride my new horse tonight.
Me (Hokkein): Ride new horse?
Phui (Hokkein): Hee..hee… Fiona lah!
Me (Hokkein): Oh…. so the other girl is Fiona!
Phui (Hokkein): You know what to do huh!
Me (Hokkein): I don’t know.
Phui (Hokkein): Aiya! Bring your horse out or bring inside the bedroom also can.
Me (Hokkein): Ah Phui, why now people all got Christian name one and we don’t have?
Phui (Hokkein): Only you don’t have. I am “Bird….nard”!
Almost the same trick he used the previous time that caused the “accident” between Wendy and me. Dragging me hastily back inside the flat and closing the door, he poured beer and got the ball rolling for “five-ten”. The game drove beer down our stomachs fast and in no time, all four faces were burning red. Then came his “yellow” jokes and he took the opportunity to put his arms across Fiona’s shoulders. A few more jokes later, he began whispering to Fiona and I read that as a signal for Wendy and me to make ourselves scarce. Was I slow in reacting or was Ah Phui too good and too fast? Holding Fiona’s hand, they were giggling as they got up and went into the bedroom after saying “Excuse us. See you later!” (I later found out that Ah Phui told Fiona they should give Wendy and me some privacy.)
Seeing that Ah Phui succeeded in taming his horse, I finished my beer in a gulp and decided to leave. Out of courtesy and some degree of guilt, I asked Wendy if she needed a ride home since my pillion helmet was still with me. Knowing that the real party was taking place in the bedroom, she nodded. As we were about to leave, Ah Phui opened the bedroom door just wide enough to pop his head out and said in a jovial voice “So fast? There are bags in the drawer if you need. I sponsor one.” Closing the door after saying his piece, we heard even louder laughter in the bedroom. Consensus we had, Wendy and I changed our mind. We switched off the lights in the living room and stood outside Ah Phui’s room, waiting for a chance to disturb him and his new horse.
Those were still days of VCR and though I had seen a few “blue“tapes, listening to live porn without any visual was a different experience. It was really interesting to hear Fiona’s protest when Ah Phui took her clothes off piece by piece, the way he commented on her breasts and nipples, her refusal to fellatio until the actual horse riding began. Moaning replaced words and Fiona was quite a screamer. At the age of 21, that was sufficient to send blood gushing to a single organ on me and I actually could imagine what was happening behind that door. When the sound faded till complete silence about half an hour later, the light in the bedroom came on and it was our chance to strike once the door opens.
No, the door remained closed and we heard Ah Phui said “
再来一炮!
” (1 more round)
In the dark, Wendy came close by my side and held my arm, and we had to whisper our change in plan.
Wendy: 怎么办? 还要等下去吗? (How? Are we going to wait?)
Me: 我也不知道. 你要等吗? (I don’t know. You want to wait?)
Wendy: 想不到Ah Phui那么厉害! (Can’t tell Ah Phui is so good!)
Me: 这样就叫厉害? (Like that call good?)
Wendy: 你上一次好象没有那么厉害. (You don’t seem as good the last time.)
Big mistake! It was a big, big mistake for Wendy to make such a comparison in the face of a hot blooded young male who was already sexually aroused by the noise behind the door.
I walked towards the drawer……
Thank you bros tan-tan, BCL25, kingfuck, greatdrakgd, DreamOfLust, callmebad, 2centsworth, luvuass, stylistics and Secrets!
Apologies for the wait. A short week is to get 5 days’ work done in 4. HAPPY Neh-tional Day!
Continuing….
The first encounter with Wendy was an accident but the second was clearly a deliberate attempt. Young and egoistic, I accepted no defeat unless proven wrong. Opening the drawer, I had to use the combination of night vision and sense of touch in search of a box that was slightly bigger than a matchbox. Nothing in the first drawer felt like what I was looking for and I moved on to the second one. No rectangular box in there but it felt like I stuck my hand into a jug of candies. Where the hell did Ah Phui keep the rubber bags or was he pulling my leg?
Not wanting to give up, I combed the drawers again and realized I could have been misled by the perception of packaging. Those “candies” in the second drawer were rather flat with square wrappers and were uniform in size. Pressing them lightly between my thumb and fingers, I could feel the shape of a ring, about the size of a 50 cent coin. Oh yes! A discovery in the treasure hunt, I was quite sure I found it, and a whole drawer of them! Without hesitation, I took three and stuffed them into my pocket. Though wondering if Ah Phui ever held an odd job selling rubber bags, there was no urgency for an answer.
Turning my head towards Wendy’s direction, her silhouette showed she was down on her knees like a four-legged animal. As I was also in a squatting position, I crept over to her. She made way for me when I got beside and while I found my “candies”, she found a movie ticket. Old HDB bedroom doors had rectangular openings on the lower end fitted with 3 tilted wooden panes that looked like a half closed blind, probably to improve ventilation. Of the 3 pieces, the middle pane was missing and Wendy was peeping through that gap as the orchestra played in the room. A live show not to be missed, I gave her a pat on the shoulder together with a gentle push, a gesture to indicate it was my turn. Eager to see what was happening behind the door, I forgot about the challenge.
Kneeling down and getting my sights aligned about 30 degrees upwards, I could see two-third of the bed and what I saw only drove more blood to my protruding organ. From my angle, I could not see Ah Phui but Fiona was sitting upright on her knees and I saw her bare front. Apparently, I did not catch the part where Ah Phui rode his horse. Instead, it was Fiona who was riding. Her motions were slow, going up and down, and a pair of hands was making dough out of her medium sized breasts. The satisfying expression on her face was as though she was having the best massage of her life. Shortly, Ah Phui sat up and they were going to make a change in position. Watching in anticipation of what was to come, Wendy interrupted. Returning the viewing spot to the rightful finder, I stood up to lean against the wall and to adjust a grossly off positioned bulge.
The temperature was getting hotter, unsure if it was the room or me, and might soon be beyond tolerance. I knew I could walk out of the door and put everything behind my mind but all three legs refused to cooperate. Two lost mobility and another suffered a cramp. Not helping the situation was the continuous moaning emitted from the bedroom. Wendy was still watching her show but I had my hands cupping on the groin to prevent any escape through the zipper of my jeans.
Undecided on what I should do next, Wendy suddenly stretched one hand up and pulled me down to join her. She shifted a little to the side so that we could share the view. Almost cheek to cheek, we saw Ah Phui standing on the bed and Fiona knelt before him. How did he convince her? With one hand on his waist and the other grabbing Fiona’s hair, he was pushing junior Ah Phui in and out of Fiona’s mouth. Our eyes were locked on what we saw and I didn’t know about Wendy’s but my heart was beating really fast, and I was trying hard to hold my breath to slow it down.
No longer did it matter if I was just good as or better than Ah Phui nor did I manage to pull a full retreat to leave. My hands and body were losing control. I could feel my body being sucked towards Wendy like a magnet and my hands were on the brink of losing their hold. What should I do or what could I say to suggest that we retire ourselves to the other bedroom? Perhaps, I should simply say it but when I turned to whisper into her ears, the words did not match my thoughts.
Me: 你的朋友也很厉害. (Your friend is very good too.)
Wendy: 他们的 pattern 很多. (They know many positions.)
Me: 我….. (I……)
That was it! My hand lost grip….
No longer did it matter if I was just good as or better than Ah Phui nor did I manage to pull a full retreat to leave. My hands and body were losing control. I could feel my body being sucked towards Wendy like a magnet and my hands were on the brink of losing their hold. What should I do or what could I say to suggest that we retire ourselves to the other bedroom? Perhaps, I should simply say it but when I turned to whisper into her ears, the words did not match my thoughts.
nice paragraph especially ( the words did not match my thoughts. )…great job in the use of language to tease and provoke the audience’s imagination!
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That was it! My hand lost grip….
lol….
guess hand lose grip and landed on some balls (*)(*)
Thank you bros blade, greatdrakgd, callmebad, dreamlight, zyspt and gambit76 for support!
Continuing….
Before birth of the broadband internet and when the general use the word “sex” would almost immediately classify one as a maniac, I didn’t recall seeing the two words “sex” and “education” being put together. For people like me who studied in a boys’ school, sex education came in the forms of rare opportunities when someone circulated a “blue tape” or a copy of Playboy, Penthouse or “Dragon, Tiger, Leopard”. Though the first sex experience was shared with my second girlfriend, we had very few repeated acts subsequently due to the lack of place and privacy. Wendy was only the second woman I had sex with and I had no clue how much more there was to learn in the subject of sex. At that point when I was drowned by lust, I pulled the square wrappers out of my pocket and presented them to Wendy.
Me: 这种东西好象是要两个人才能用到的. (I think it takes 2 to use this.)
Wendy: 是吗? 谁要跟你一起用? (Really? Who is using it with you?)
Me: 现在只剩你跟我两个人,你说呢? (Only 2 of us left here now, what do you say?)
Wendy: 不要. (Don’t want.)
She might have verbally opposed to my suggestion but her body was leaning against mine and I didn’t even realize I had one hand around her waist as support. Was that a yes or no? Automatically, that hand moved upwards to rest on a mountain top from outside the sweater she wore and was not being chased away. We gradually stood up and made our way into the other bedroom as quietly as we could while whispering to each other…
一起用
…
不要
…
一起用
…
不要
…
一起用
…
不要
….
Locking the door behind us, we found no bed except for a stack of about 4 or 5 single mattresses. Pulling one mattress down onto the floor, we began our ”一起用”. We used up two of the wrappers one right after another in about 20 minutes of rapid firing, and the third was used up in the same hour before we decided to catch some sleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by some gentle stroking all over my body. On my side, I heard Wendy said “我还要” and she meant it not just by waking me up alone. There was no option other than to get up, put on my jeans and pick up more wrappers from the drawer in the living room. Luckily, Ah Phui and Fiona were asleep and their room light was off. Back in the bedroom, we一起用again and napped, and repeated that routine all the way till dawn. A final one was used when we woke up just before noon. Ah Phui and Fiona were already out and left us a note to lock up the place properly before we go.
After dropping Wendy off, I went back home as well. How many wrappers did we use I could not remember but I sure got ticked off for failing to notify my parents that I would be staying out for that night. Anyway, I took a shower and tried to catch up on sleep, at the same time nursing a sore part of my body. To say that I didn’t feel guilty or apologetic for what I did with Wendy would be a lie but I was definitely thankful to her for running alongside on my first marathon, and also for the first mouth vacuuming I received in a standing position.
The following day, Angel called early in the morning. She had plans for the day and I was glad to accompany her except for the last activity.
Angel: My good friend from secondary school has a BBQ for me in the evening.
Me: Where at? I can send you there.
Angel: At her house. Come along with me.
Me: BBQ with your friend’s family….. better not.
Angel: She invited some other schoolmates too.
Me: But you attended a nun’s school.
Angel: All the more you must come with me because you attended a monk’s school.
Me: I don’t want to be the only guy there.
Angel: Is there a problem with that?
Me: Gals don’t BBQ, they eat.
Angel: There are some pretty nuns from my school.
Me: It’s ok… I eat buns, not nuns.
Angel: Josephine’s father will be around.
Me: Good! Let him be the chef.
The persuading went on and on until I told Angel we decide on that later…