X and I had drunk a fair bit that evening, and we pretty much passed out after our first flush of lovemaking… but not for long! I woke up a few hours later with that lovely feeling of a warm naked body pressed against mine, arms wrapped around each other, and that beautiful sensation on my chest that can only come from a pair of prime C-cups. The speed with which my penis sprung into a full salute could have broken an F1 record, and I naturally thrust forward to allow my little head to seek her warmth.
It was one of those most amazing moments. X awakened simultaneously, tightened her arms around me, and moved her head forward to kiss me. We started pecking each other gently, and then more furiously, and finally moved to passionate frenching. She pushed me down on my back and straddled me, leaning forward to continue our kisses. As my hands moved to caress that delicious low hanging fruit, X put her weight on her knees and started teasing my penis with her pussy. She would lean back and let her pussy touch the head of my penis so that I could feel her wetness and then lean forward, moving her pussy away and bringing her breasts closer to me. I started thrusting my hips up in hope of greater pleasure, but she was too clever and quick for that. Brothers, the woman was in control and I was so enjoying it, especially as it was an unusual experience for me.
In one swift move, X moved right back and bent over my penis. As she did that, her hair cascaded over her head and obscured my view, but that hardly mattered as she started gently licking and sucking on my balls. She applied liberal amounts of saliva that created a delicious sense of warmth, and the whole sensation had me writhing and gasping. X started licking the length of my penis, starting from my balls and moving right close to the tip, but never quite there, so building up the anticipation even more. After a while she started circling the skin around my head with her tongue, while using her fingers to apply pressure below my balls and at the entrance to my anus. I’d never realised how erogenous those areas were and, boy, was I gasping! Finally she gently pulled back my foreskin and started lapping up the precum on my little head with the tip of her tongue. Gradually she started taking more and more of the head into her mouth, always swirling her tongue around, and eventually took my length deep into her throat. She started fucking me with her mouth, in and out, and with that tongue continuing to wreak havoc there was no way that I could restrain myself any further. As a powerful orgasm tore through me, I burst into her mouth. I pulsed again and again and filled her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then sat up and looked up at me with a wicked and saucy smile. I was floored!
Thank you kindly for the encouragement, brothers. It has motivated me to keep on writing. Please stand by for further updates. This is going to be a long tale and I hope you won’t lose patience. I will do my best to deliver on my promises
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Bigbanger
Thank you kindly for the encouragement, brothers. It has motivated me to keep on writing. Please stand by for further updates. This is going to be a long tale and I hope you won’t lose patience. I will do my best to deliver on my promises
Commando camping here… Can’t wait to read your story bro…
You are my hero…. Camping for more juicy story…
Love u bro. Don’t let us wait toooo looong
I’ve been around the block a few times and have had my fair share of sexual experiences but till then I’d never met a woman who took the lead and uninhibitedly fucked me the way X did. She slowly lay down next to me, giving me a nice rub up in the process, and rested her tits on my chest. Her nipples were enlarged from excitement, and she ran her hand across my penis to see if there were any signs of life.
Fat chance of that! I’d come twice in a few hours and, even in the face of all the supermen that one encounters on this site, I have to say that my little bro needed a coffee break. Fortunately I am blessed with a thick finger or two and good arm muscles. I kissed X and then moved my lips to her breasts. The lady clearly liked a slow build up, so I gave her the same treatment, licking her breasts but staying away from her nipples initially, and then slowly circling and teasing them until I finally elicited a long moan from her when I pulled a nipple into my mouth. As I sucked and teased her nipples, my hand crept towards her pussy. I gently parted her lips and rubbed my fingers in the lovely slime that was oozing out. I started approaching her clitoris, but again took my time to come to the point where I started rubbing my well-moistened middle finger against it. X moaned and opened her legs wider so that I could have free access to her treasures. I started rubbing her slowly while continuing my onslaught on her lips and breasts. I have to confess that I got carried away and started giving her love bites on her breasts and abdomen (which got her quite upset with me later) and the momentum built. We were both gasping – she with pleasure, and I from the exertion. I started increasing the pace of my arm movement, and X started writhing and dug her nails into my arm. I gritted my teeth and kept the pace of movement going. My arm muscles were screaming in agony, but so was the lady – though in pleasure – and I wasn’t going to let her down. Her writhing and moans became more frenzied, and then with one big scream she came!
Brothers, I then realised that I’d been blessed with an errection. There was no room for delay, and I swung myself over her and plunged into her wet hole in one swift move. There was no though of capping myself. Her eyes widened, maybe from surprise at my recovery or perhaps at the feeling of skin on skin, but she quickly put her arms around me and joined me in thrusting at each other. The joy of raw sex knows no parallels, and I actually revelled in the thought that I could impregnate her as I fucked her. We both came pretty much at the same time and, as I pulled away, X grabbed my arm and said, “You fucking idiot, you’ve come in me! You’d better go and get me that damned pill in the morning”. Then she smiled and we hugged and nuzzled each other, well in the realisation that this was only the beginning.
Brothers, that was the beginning of the most joyous phase of our relationship. You know what a woman’s like when she’s working on getting a man! All smiles, every idea I came up with was wonderful, we wined, dined and fucked and fucked. I never had to ask twice, she was always ready! And she made me feel like I was some superhero lover ☺
Through this time I never went to X’s house or met any of her family. She had her daughter (of course), and two brothers. One flew for a Malaysian airline, and X’s mother stayed in KL with him. The other was a shippie – a captain of a cargo ship who came back to Singapore every now and then. She told me about her family but didn’t really encourage me to meet them. I wasn’t too eager to meet them either, obviously, so that worked fine.
X slowly began moving more and more into my life. First a toothbrush and some shampoo found a home in my bathroom. Then a negligee, followed by some clothes and soon she had her space in my apartment! She soon started showing her unhappiness if I went out alone with my female friends, and you know where that was leading! Once a woman has shown you her goods, she moved to wrap up the sales contract quickly. I don’t know just how it happened but one day I realised that I was in a steady relationship with her. Let me not say that it was a bad situation to be in. Yes, I had to give up my flirty dinners with my various girls, but on the other hand there was the comfort of having a companion to spend my time with. And of course we did get on very well with each other -or so I thought! Women are so much smarter than men, aren’t they ?
In due course of time X’s shippie brother got his home leave and came back to Singapore. Their mother also came down to spend some time with them, and soon they planned a family reunion. The brother from Malaysia and his family had agreed to come, so there were quite a few of them, 9 or 10, I think. As they were congregating after quite a while they decided to do things in style and booked a private room at a well-known club for a swanky banquet.
Around the same time I was invited to a conference in Paris. This was a great forum to network in my business area, and I decided to go. As it was winter in Europe I decided to make a quick trip and not linger around, because the weather wasn’t going to be too good. X was really enamoured by Paris and pouted a bit when I told her that it didn’t make sense for her to come along for this reason. Little did I know how wilful the girl could be!
X’s family had some idea that she was dating someone, but they didn’t know too much. Apparently they had a late night talk session at her place a few days before their big get-together, and that’s when she told them about me, and it was decided that I should be invited too. I was really nervous about that. Things had moved too far ahead for me. I was still married, albeit separated, and didn’t want to confront a family asking awkward questions. Nor did I really want to get dragged into being part of their family – I guess I still had the itch to be footloose after many years of marriage, Brothers here will know how I felt. But what could I say? I was enjoying our time together and didn’t want to rock the boat, and I also couldn’t let her lose face in front of her family. The only brainwave I had was to say that I had an important conference call that evening which was planned because I hadn’t been invited earlier (haha), and could only come towards the end of the evening. That way I wouldn’t have to stay for more than an hour, which was manageable.
On the eve of the banquet I dressed in a smart jacket and knocked back a couple of quick cognacs before heading to the venue. The club was on the rooftop of a tower block, and had stunning views. I was escorted to their private area where the party was well under way. Everyone was talking loudly and there was lot of laughter, and the food was being well enjoyed. Of course all the noise stopped as I walked in and was seated next to X. She gave me a charming smile and introduced me to her mother, then her brothers and her one sister-in law, and then she pointed towards the younger guests – a young boy and girl, who were her brother’s twin children, and then finally to her daughter…..
I must admit to some curiosity about D. I knew she was going on 17, and had seen her photo on X’s cellphone, but nothing had prepared me for what I saw now. As I leant over and shook her hand, she portrayed a lovely image! Well groomed long hair, lovely fair skin, attractive features with high cheek bones and big eyes, a slight touch of make-up with lipstick and a slim, well toned body with nice-sized breasts. D wore jeans and a white t-shirt that showed her curves to good advantage.She was very alike her mother, and almost her height, except that D had an air of softness while X was clearly a tougher cookie! D smiled shyly at me, with a hint of a blush, and I have to say that I was quite taken by her. I can also put my hand on my heart and say that no evil thoughts crossed my mind at that time. I was still smitten by her mother, X, and besides I was too busy wondering how I was going to field some of the questions that might come up!
I turned my attention to X’s brothers and mother and the table resumed its conversation. The Captain was telling us of his exploits in Shanghai where his ship was in port for a few days, and he was a colourful raconteur! Obviously their family was pretty open in their conversations because he was talking about the girls in Shanghai. That was the cue for his mother to ask him when he was getting married, to which his reply was ‘so many fish in the ocean, why tie yourself to one’ ! That made everyone laugh, and I too relaxed.
The even was full of light hearted conversation and leg-pulling. I mostly listened, and knocked back a few more brandies. It was soon my turn to get my chain yanked! “So X, you seem to have a nice fellow here. Doesn’t speak much though, maybe he’s the shy type…”
“Don’t be fooled” said X, “he’s pretty hard hearted, I’ve been begging him for days to take me with him to Paris, and he won’t agree”.
“Maybe he has a French mademoiselle waiting for him” said the Captain. Much laughter.
That put me on the defensive, and I put my hands up “Please don’t get me wrong, I’m going to be really busy at the conference and won’t have much time to be with you…. Don’t want you to feel bored and neglected. And it’s winter, let’s go in summer”.
Suddenly a soft voice spoke “I don’t mind coming along to keep mum company, if you’re going to be that busy”. I turned around in the direction of the voice, to see D looking at me with a mischievous smile on her face. “And I’ve never seen snow”. Everyone broke into laughter. I kept looking at her and sensed that she wasn’t entirely joking, there was also some hope and excitement in her expression. She looked back me expectantly with those big Bambi eyes and, well, what could I do ? X had begun to show her wily ways and now that young girl was beseeching me too. I cursed X inwardly but put on a big smile and said “Right, then, what can I say to such charming entreaties, let’s all three of us go to Paris!”
X gave me a beaming smile, and D jumped up and down with glee, while the rest of their family looked on with amusement. I guess they knew X.
I wasn’t too happy. X undoubtedly had shopping plans at my expense, and now there was a young girl coming along to spoil the fun. We couldn’t all stay in one room, so I was going to have to arrange a second room. Never mind, I thought. I shall take revenge for this. And revenge is a dish best eaten cold…..
Many thanks to Brothers KYR, Wildsoulx and Highlysex for their contributions to my rep points. Much appreciated!!
The time to go to Paris arrived, and off we headed to Changi on a Saturday night. I fetched X and D from their building. No Steve this time, just a Comfort Sonata ☺. I usually travel Business Class, but this time there were too many tickets to buy so we all travelled in Economy. Not a bad thing, as I discovered later, ha ha. We were all dressed in a uniform of jeans and t-shirt, and were carrying warm coats in anticipation of the cold in Paris. On the plane D took the window seat, X sat in the middle and I had the aisle seat. It’s a long flight to Paris, but I sleep pretty well on planes and knocked off almost immediately after take off.
I woke from deep slumber to find myself being shaken by X who wanted to go to the bathroom. D was fast asleep, and I was really groggy, so X told me to take the middle seat and carry on sleeping so that she wouldn’t disturb me on the way back.
When I next awoke, two warm bodies were pressed against me! X had her head on my shoulder and her arm around my arm, with my head resting on hers. On the other side, D was also leaning against me, with her head touching my upper arm. I closed my eyes and surrendered to that lovely sensation in a half-asleep state. Anyway, it was soon time to get ready for breakfast and our arrival in Paris. I shook them both lightly to awaken them. As D’s blanket fell away, I noticed that her t-shirt had moved up and was contoured around a shapely breast with a visible nipple. It looked like she had taken her bra off for the journey. I quickly turned my face away, ignoring this innocent display, and we all woke up, stretched, moved around a bit and devoured our breakfasts hungrily just in time to prepare for landing.
I’d forgotten what a beautiful city Paris is! Despite the cold it was a clear, sunny morning and we could see some of the famous landmarks of the city as the plane approached the airport. We went through the usual rubbish formalities of arrival, collected our bags and took the coach to L’Opera. Our hotel was close to the coach stop so we quickly walked there. We were given two interconnecting rooms, one with a king bed and one with two singles. I took the king, while D was sent to the other room. X flapped around a bit, a little uncomfortable about sharing with me in the direct presence of her young daughter, so I told her to go and stay with D.
It was too good a day to waste, so we quickly freshened up and headed out. I’m not going to recount where all we went, but we had a great time and both the girls were enraptured – but for different reasons! I realised with a groan that we were staying right in the middle of the fancy shopping district. X’s eyes lit up as we walked past brand after brand but everything was shut, as it was Sunday, so she could only look. D on the other hand was enjoying the charm and beauty of the city.
We returned to our rooms after lunch, and decided to take a nap before heading out in the evening for dinner. X and D retired to their room, while I climbed into my bed wondering if I was destined for celibacy. Just as I was dozing off I felt some quiet movement, and X climbed into my bed with a finger on her lips. The girl was excited, you know why, and she came into my arms quickly. We frenched furiously, then X pulled off her negligee giving me a whiff of a wet pussy and a display of those lovely breasts, and I launched myself at her. I nuzzled her neck, soaking in the lovely smell of her, nibbled on her ear and gently bit her all over while moving downwards. This time however she put a hand over her pussy and motioned me to get on top. As I swung over she gently massaged my penis, tickled my balls and pushed the foreskin back while leading it towards her opening. The sensation of a hot, juicy pussy on an unsheathed dick is mind-blowing. Yes, she’d gone on the pill so we had dispensed with condoms. I almost came just from touching her. I entered her with one thrust, she was so wet that I slid right into her, and she clutched me tight as I hammered into her trying to make as little noise as possible. X stiffened and I took my cue and came in a wondrous orgasm, with wave after wave of cum gushing into her pussy. Normally X likes to cuddle after sex, but this time she quickly pulled away, went into the bathroom for a quick wash and then silently moved back into the other room while blowing me a kiss!
It wasn’t easy waking up after my nap, but I knew I had to force myself to get up else I would wake up at 3 am with jet lag. The next day was a very busy day for me as I had to go to the conference, and I wanted to sleep well beforehand.
I banged on the girls’ door to get them up, and then had a quick shower. When they finally appeared in my room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. We were supposed to head out for dinner, and I thought that it would be a casual affair, but the ladies had been caught by the spirit of Paris and were dressed to kill! X had on a short black dress with a frilly skirt that brought out her figure, black sheer tights, ankle boots and a fur coat that was so sexy that you got the sensation that she was naked underneath it. (Maybe that was to do with one of my still unfulfilled fantasies – to be met at the airport by a limo with darkened windows carrying a beautiful girl in a fur coat, with nothing else on underneath, who would give me a blowjob while I sipped chilled champagne, and then proceed to fuck my brains out!).
D was dressed in a woollen top and a blue mini skirt with striped leggings, floppy boots and a small Burberry bag slung on her shoulder. She looked hot as hell too! I was clearly going to get envious looks!
“Girls”, I said, “you’ve put me to shame. I need to dress smarter if I’m going to accompany two women as beautiful and chic as you, so please allow me to change” – which is what I did.
Dinner was a pleasant affair. We went to a smart Bistro near the hotel where we shared a bottle of wine and ate some very fattening French food. We got a great deal of attentive service, as well as looks from many of the other diners, which I really enjoyed. It gets dark very early during winter in Europe, and it had rained a bit, so we were feeling quite cold and didn’t linger long after dinner. Back in the hotel, X and I decided to go to the bar for a drink while D, who was yawning and very tired, went upstairs to change and sleep.
“Shall we order a nice bottle of wine, dear?” asked X. “Wine or Champagne”, I asked. She preferred red wine, so I ordered a lovely Bordeaux and we sat side by side, sipping wine, enjoying our intimacy and the warmth of the fireplace in the bar.
“Oh my god, where is my bag” X suddenly exclaimed? She had been carrying a small clutch, which wasn’t to be seen. I said that I thought that she’d given it to D along with her coat to take upstairs, but X wasn’t so sure, so I offered to go up and take a look and confirm that it was there. D was probably asleep so we didn’t want to phone and disturb her.
I quietly let myself into my room and then moved towards the interconnecting door, which was slightly ajar. There was some sort of noise coming from D’s room. As I started to knock on her door, I got a view through the gap, and stopped dead in my tracks. Far from being asleep, D was awake and lying on the bed with her nightgown pulled up to her waist. She was naked below, and was fingering herself with one hand while in the other she held what looked like a picture - of her mother and me!!!
Thankfully I had great presence of mind. The child must not know that she had been observed in such a private moment, else she would have been devastated. I quickly moved back to the door of my room, and opened and closed it loudly. I then moved towards D’s room calling out her name, and giving her enough time to get under the covers.
I knocked on the door, and said “Hello D, are you still up? Your mother was worried about her bag, so I came to see if you’d brought it up”.
“Yes, of course” she said, “there it is on the table”. D had covered herself and there was no photo or anything else in sight. She looked quite flushed, but I didn’t look much in her direction and simply said, “That’s fine then, I’m off to enjoy my wine. Good night, and sleep well”.
“Good night”.
And away I went, to the bar ……