B: It seemed that he could read my mind because he really started going faster. I lifted myself a little so that he could hit my g-spot as he thrusted me hard. I clenched my muscles tighter as I felt myself going to cum. It was probably the anticipation that made me so horny, and the fact that I was chained and helpless.
B: I felt the world going dark for a moment as my legs went weak and I came.
C: Got squirt?
B: No la… I never squirt before. Eh don’t interrupt leh.
A: Ya don’t interrupt.
I chuckled slightly as Ashley reached across the small circle we’ve subconsciously formed on the floor around Britney’s chair and hit Charlotte on her arms playfully.
B: I continue ok?
B: I felt more sensitive after I reached orgasm and I felt every thrust even more. He went on for almost an eternity before he suddenly pulled out and shot his load all over my face. I could not close my eyes in time but I was lucky none of it went in.
B: He quickly unchained me and passed me a box of tissue which I gladly accepted. Even though I was so tired from the session, I felt so dirty because of all the cum on my face. It was only after that I realised some of it got on my hair as well. So eew…
The girls kept their promise and refrained from asking Britney any other sexual questions. I could tell that they were all horny but still trying their best not to show it.
Their questions slowly tapered off to less sexual topics again until it was time for some of them to go home.
Most of the girls had left by midnight as we had to be in school the following day. Elsa chose to take up my offer to stay for the night, partially to save on cab fare as well. She stayed relatively near school and I would be sending her home to change into her uniform before school the next day.
Elsa was supposed to sleep in the living room while Joanne and I slept in the bedroom. Joanne had suggested that Elsa sleep with her in the bedroom for added privacy but I rejected the idea, saying that I was not giving up the comfortable bed for Elsa.
I started touching Joanne inappropriately after closing the door that led to the bedroom. We progressed from French kissing to me sliding my fingers up her pink dress and to her white panties. She stopped me before I could proceed further.
Me: Dear… Can we?
J: Elsa is outside!
Me: She won’t know… I’ll be quiet…
I tried my best to hold onto her as she increased the force, pulling her fingers away from me. I felt her soft white fingers slip out of my grasp as she headed into the bathroom to wash up. I eventually fell asleep in her arms, too tired to cajole her into giving me a blowjob.
10 August 2012
I found myself awake in the middle of the night with an urge to pee. The phone had not rang for the wakeup call I asked for yet and I concluded that it was probably too early for me to wake up. I looked at the clock on my phone and realised that it was only 3am.
The hotel room was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioning. I slipped out of the warmth of the quilt and walked quickly to the toilet to relieve the build-up in my bladder. I was walking back to bed when I realised that there were only 3 of us in the hotel room and both of the girls were sound asleep.
I crept into the living room of our small suite and found Elsa’s belongings neatly placed in one corner, next to the sofa she was sleeping on. Elsa was curled up on the sofa, her butt facing the seat back. I squatted on the floor in front of her bag and slowly unzipped it, curious about what was inside.
In the dim moonlight that shone through the large glass doors, I could see that Elsa’s bag contained a mixture of items you would expect to find in a girl’s bag. There was a small mirror, comb and a spare pad packed in a sub-compartment, with her phone, a powerbank and purse in the main compartment.
I zipped the bag and saw that her orange Converse shoes were next to it, with her socks pushed neatly inside. I brought the orange pair socks up to my nose to smell the sweat scent it contained after Elsa had worn it in the day. The fabric felt cold when it touched my nose and my rod struggled to burst out of my pants.
What I saw when I turned my head to face Elsa made it impossible for me to not unzip my jeans there and then and start stroking my tool to the sight in front of me.
Elsa’s short pink dress had hiked up to her hips, revealing the matching pink panties she was wearing that day. The wet spot I saw earlier that night had disappeared but I knew that the scent would linger on the cotton.
One hand on my rod, I slowly inched closer to the panties and looked at Elsa one last time. Satisfied that she was still sound asleep, I balanced myself precariously on the sofa back, careful not to press down on the foamy parts.
I reached my head forwards to sniff on her panties while I pumped away on my rod. The faint scent of her sweat and pee was overpowered by the smell that was unmistakably that of her vaginal juices. It smelled slightly damp and sweet in a manner that I cannot describe.
I stayed in the position for a minute or two longer before it was too strenuous for my neck to take. I went back to squatting in front of her shoe and took out both her socks with my free hand. I took them with me as I walked towards her peaceful face. She looked so cute that I felt the urge to cum faster than I expected. Perhaps the risk of getting caught was adding to the excitement because I did not usually feel the urge so quickly.
Thank you bros for your support.
I brought her left sock up to my nose and inhaled the scent once again while I wrapped her right sock around my tool. The soft fabric felt so good that I came wave after wave into it. It was only after I was done that I felt the full gravity of the situation.
I made sure once again that Elsa was not woken up by my loud and rapid breathing while I stuffed her left sock back into her left shoe carefully. I took the cum filled right sock into the bathroom and wiped the cum off it with toilet paper then a used towel, hoping that it would dry in time tomorrow. I then did the same, placing it back into her shoe carefully.
I awoke the next morning at 5am and ordered a continental breakfast for Joanne and me while Elsa had cornflake for breakfast. All three of us were obviously still quite tired but we had to head for school. I heaved a sigh of relieve when Elsa put on her socks without saying a word.
22 August 2012
It seemed like another normal day in school – I arrived at the usual time, went for lessons, recesses – until I came back from the second recess of the day. I opened my bag to take out my math notes to find a ziplock bag inside.
The transparent bag’s contents were obscured by an orange piece of paper with some words written on it. ‘I know you like this. Hope it does not smell too bad – E’
My heart pounded against my chest as I turned the ziplock bag around inside my bag. My rod pressed against my underwear when I saw its contents. My rod shrunk instantly as a terrible thought rushed into my head.
The only way Elsa knew that I liked her socks was if she knew what I did with them that night in the hotel room.
There were hundreds of possibilities running through my head at that time, wondering what else Elsa would do now that she knew I came into her socks.
Elsa could have told Joanne or she could blackmail me. There was also a very small possibility that she would continue to do this without Joanne’s knowledge. Who knew, there was even a chance that something could happen between Elsa and I.
I grabbed my black iPhone 4S from the front pocket of my pants and gripped it tightly. Then I decided I would not message her. It would be foolish if I fell for the bait. Instead, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and let my day continue as if nothing happened.
I met Joanne for dinner after school that day. She made no mention that she knew what was going on. All was fine when I sent her home after dinner as well, even after I gave her a goodbye kiss and she disappeared into her lift lobby.
I began to suspect that Elsa may not have told her anything after all.
Elsa did not contact me after that day either. I never found another pair of socks in my bag. It was probably a good thing, better than if she had used it as blackmail material.
The pair of white socks that she left in my bag smelled like they have either just been taken off or that they have been worn for more than a day. The soles of the socks were slightly dirty, indicating that they could have been worn during her CCA (Elsa was from Gymnastics). Either way, they provided me with many nights of fun, which I shall not go into.
Here is a photo of Elsa if anyone is interested.
School and life in general was pretty mundane. I still met Rachel after school to study. We would fuck sometimes if both of us were in the mood but it didn’t happen very often.
Joanne and I went out after her CCA twice a week and sometimes on weekends as well. She understood that I had to devote my time to my A levels and mostly left me alone if we were not outside together. The downside was that we never progressed past blowjobs once in a blue moon when she was in the mood to give me one.
I wanted a short getaway during the September holidays but Joanne knocked me to my senses, reminding me that my A levels was just around the corner. That deprived me of another opportunity to sleep with her.
11 October 2012
I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was walking out of school with two of my male friends beside me. I saw Rachel dressed in formal wear (just like the rest of the J2 cohort) behind me, her hair let down from the ponytail it was in.
R: So, how are you celebrating tonight? Going for drinks?
My friend Fred looked at Rachel like he wanted to devour her. Gary was quick to reply Rachel as I was thinking if I should include her. Unless she wanted three dicks in her, she probably should not join us tonight.
G: Yes. We’re drinking at BWM69’s house. Want to join us?
Me: Rachel isn’t into such things…
F: Oh you have no idea. I heard she could be very wild when she partied with Marcus.
The mere mention of Marcus made my muscles twitch. Some part of me was still angry at Rachel for running off with him last year. I secretly hated him even though he was probably not in the wrong. Hearing that from Fred just made me want to punch Marcus even more. All the things he did with Rachel, it could have been me doing them with her instead.
R: Yeah. I’d love to come.
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aiyo bro bmw, you may need to reupload the picture of elsa leh!
and any upcoming chapters of britney? hahahaha
Nothing ever happened between Britney and me. Have reuploaded the photo of Elsa. Thanks for pointing it out
I felt my tool twitching when Rachel said she was coming but I was apprehensive that I could stop my two friends should they get overly touchy with Rachel after some drinks.
I made sure that Rachel sat in front with me for the drive from my uncle’s house to my house.
Rachel left her bags in my car and walked into my house confidently, kicking off her short black heels (part of our formal attire) at the doorway where I put my shoes. She was still wearing her slightly translucent white long sleeved blouse (now folded up) and her shorter than allowed school skirt with a pair of skin coloured pantyhose.
I caught Fred gaping again as he looked upwards while removing his shoes. I gave him a glare which he returned with a smirk. Gary too, had a sly smile on his face.
I got my maid to bring out the 2 bottles of liquor I bought last weekend and the mixers to go with it. She included a bucket of ice before retreating to her room in the kitchen.
We started drinking on the glass top coffee table facing the TV. We were all sitting cross legged on the floor and I could see Rachel’s skirt was hiked quite high up because of the position she was in. I could still not see her panties yet though, because we were in a semicircle. I needed to get her opposite me somehow.
The four of us chatted about our 2 years together in JC and found that we had a lot of common memories even though we were in different classes. That turned into idle banter as we got more high on the alcohol we consumed.
We got quite rowdy after finishing both bottles of alcohol and I asked my maid for another bottle. The only thing I had at home was a bottle of Chivas 25. I decided to open it even though I was not a fan of whisky (which was probably why it was still unopened).
The conversation turned rather sexual after finishing another half bottle of Chivas and our mixers ran out. I could tell that Fred and Gary were sporting raging hard ons (and so was I) and decided to move things up a notch.
I suggested that we play Indian strip poker and the two guys were quick to agree, but not before Rachel squealed excitedly and slapped me on my leg repeatedly.
Me: Eh Rach, you need to remove your pantyhose first. Otherwise you’re cheating.
R: Cheating? How am I cheating?
Me: It’s bad enough that you have a bra on and we guys don’t but you’re wearing a pair of pantyhose as well.
R: But you guys are all wearing underwear right?
Me: And so are you?
R: That’s new to me.
Gary was almost knocked out when he heard that. Too much blood was flowing away from his brain, to his small head. Fred was doing no better.
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damn, thought you’ll have something on with her while she’s in her cast!
Nope. She’s Joanne’s friend. That’s more dangerous than playing with fire.
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*Pitch Tent*
I am so going to camp here till you get tired of posting your stories bro.
I usually update at around midnight
I brought everyone up to my room and locked the door so that my maid would not budge in by accident. I found a deck of Bicycle cards in my desk drawer and passed it to Gary to shuffle it. Fred connected his iPhone 4 to my B&W Zeppelin Air speakers and started to play some club music to get our bodies moving.
We sat in a circle facing each other with the remaining alcohol and our cups in the middle. We would have to make bets as usual and the people who did not win would have to drink their bets while the winner had to strip.
I made sure that I was sitting directly opposite Rachel so that I could catch a glimpse of what she was wearing under her school skirt. I knew that I would probably see her naked soon but it was the thrill of seeing her upskirt that drove me.
The first few rounds were not very interesting. Fred and Gary took turns winning and had stripped down to their underwear by then. Fred was wearing a pair of purple underwear while Gary had Calvin Klein boxers on.
I won the next round and had to take off my shirt – no biggie. However, it suddenly dawned on me that I had to win more often, or make Rachel win more often somehow. The game would end when one of us no longer had any articles of clothing left on us and Rachel was still fully clothed.
My prayers were answered when Rachel lost the next round. There were cheers from my left and right as Rachel gamely unbuttoned her top slowly. It felt like she was doing a mini striptease to the beat of the music.
I released my breath that I did not know I was holding when she finally removed her top completely and threw it across the room.
We continued playing after that and it seemed that Rachel’s luck was finally running out. After winning the first round, she went on to win another two rounds consecutively.
We were almost tied now. Fred and Gary were down to their underwear while Rachel was only wearing her pantyhose. I was still wearing my pants and underwear but there was no doubt that the stakes were higher than ever.
I could afford to win another round. But if Fred or Gary won the next round, all was lost. One of them would strip completely naked (and I would have to see his boner) and Rachel would walk away with her pussy still covered by the thin skin coloured cloth.
The three of us losers drank up while Gary dealt another round of card.
I won the next round, making the situation tenser than ever. Now, we were all tied. Regardless of who won the next round, the game would end here. If Rachel won, we would be duly rewarded with a view of her pussy which I know would be super wet by now.
Gary dealt 4 more cards. I could see that Rachel was holding a 7 of spades, which was bigger than Fred and Gary’s. But there was a large chance that the card I was holding to my forehead was still higher.
We decided against making bets. We poured the remaining alcohol in equal amounts into 3 of the cups. This round was not about who drank the alcohol. We all knew it was about whether we would see Rachel completely naked.
Fred sniggered and Gary laughed. I cannot tell if they were laughing because they had to see my hard rod or because Rachel had won.
It seemed like an eternity when we put down the cards but it was finally clear. Fred and Gary were cheering when Rachel put her legs together and I bit the end of her pantyhose and slowly pulled it away from her legs.
Rachel made no effort to cover up after that. I am not sure if it was the effect of the alcohol making her so wild or was there a wilder side of her that I have not discovered. We were all raging hard at that time but there was something in me that just didn’t want to share her with Fred and Gary. Whatever she did behind me is none of my business but I was not sure that I could stand the sight of her banging my friends in front of me.
I made the two guys wear their clothes despite their protests and chased them out of the room while Rachel sat there stoned and still naked. Somehow I felt guilty for Rachel winning and stripping everything even though it was not my fault.
I quickly gathered her clothes and brought my blanket from my bed and wrapped it around her. She gave me a weak smile and mouthed a word of thanks.
I sat next to her staring into blank space after helping her into her cold clothes. She leaned her head against my shoulder and seemed to have drifted off somewhere.
We sat like this until my phone vibrated from an incoming SMS. I stirred from my drowse and reached for my phone. It was 1 in the morning.
I picked Rachel up from the floor and carried her to bed in a fireman’s carry. I laid her down as gently as possible and caught a glimpse of her wet pantyhose while I pulled her skirt back down. I thought my tool would spring to life after seeing that, but I must have been suffering from whisky dick.
12 October 2012
I rushed to the toilet the moment I woke up and regurgitated the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. I turned back to see Rachel sitting on my recliner, giggling softly at me.
R: Don’t worry. I did that too when I woke up. You’ll feel better.
Me: I think we better get some breakfast.
R: Let me have mine first.
I was wondering what she meant while I brushed my teeth. I dried my mouth and turned around to find her slowly pulling her pantyhose off.
There was no doubt in my mind about what she wanted for breakfast.
Sex cures hangovers. That’s what I learnt from that morning. Or rather, sex makes you want to vomit more, which cures hangovers.
I pulled the rest of Rachel’s pantyhose off her long sexy legs and pushed her back onto the recliner. I pulled down my shorts next and hovered my member near her cave.
She spread her pussy lips expectantly and I saw that they were wet and ready for my entrance. I thought about foreplay but my small head had other plans.
It found its way into Rachel’s warmth and started moving in and out of her. I pushed the recliner backwards and unbuttoned some of her buttons. As her white shirt came apart, I could slowly see that she was no longer wearing her bra.
My right hand started attacking her erect nipples, tuning them slowly. Rachel’s moans carried themselves across the room and I glanced at the door to make sure that it was locked.
I could not have gone for more than 5 minutes when I felt extremely nauseous and ran to my toilet bowl again. I hurled the bile from my stomach into the clear water and proceeded to brush my teeth once again. I was spent.
I wanted to go straight back to bed when I walked past my recliner and saw Rachel finger fucking herself with her index and middle fingers. Her face was pure ecstasy and I had half a mind to take over what her fingers were doing.
I felt nauseous again and that thought immediately left my mind.
My feet dragged itself back to my bed and my body plonked itself onto it. I was enjoying the softness of my bed while trying to distract myself from my pounding head when I felt someone else climb onto my bed.
The person lowered herself onto my still hard rod and started riding me. I opened my eyes and saw Rachel gyrating herself while bouncing up and down my bed. She had already stripped herself completely naked and was playing with her boobs with one hand.
I could hear the soft creaking of my mattress as Rachel satisfied herself with my tool. The feeling to cum was accompanied by the urge to vomit. The rocking motion of the bed must have set me off again.
Me: I think I’m going to cum and vomit.
R: Come and vomit?
Me: No… I feel like I’m going to ejaculate and vomit.
Rachel got off me finally. I thought she was giving me a chance to go to the toilet but I was so wrong. Her mouth engulfed my member and she expertly sucked me off. I could last no more than ten strokes in her mouth before I spewed all my seed into her waiting mouth.
Rachel stuck out her tongue to show me how much I came before swallowing it all. She showed me a clean tongue before helping me to the bathroom where I emptied my stomach once again.