Shit. Just went back to reread my story and realized I left a gap from the time the Aunts and boys are coming back on the ferry to the time Daniel got woken up by his father in the chalet.
Anyone know if it’s possible to insert a post between previous posts?
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pyrokinets
Shit. Just went back to reread my story and realized I left a gap from the time the Aunts and boys are coming back on the ferry to the time Daniel got woken up by his father in the chalet.
Anyone know if it’s possible to insert a post between previous posts?
Nevermind. Edited a post to add a paragraph for continuity.
I awoke to sound of low voices coming from outside the room. Looking around, I saw that Ben was still under the covers in his bed. I slid off the bed and went outside to see what was up.
My mother and aunts were chatting over breakfast at the dining table. It looks like they ordered room service.
“Oh, good morning Daniel,” My Aunt Florence greeted when she saw me.
“Good morning,” I greeted back.
“What you want for breakfast? I help you order,” My mother asked.
“Ummm, why no buffet meh?”
“We missed it already. It’s almost 11 you know?”
“Oh,” I said, glancing at their half eaten food on the table. “Err. Western breakfast lah. Same with you all.”
“Okay,” my mother said.
Aunt Corina looked at me before speaking, “Tell them to add extra eggs and sausages. Daniel needs to have more protein.”
Walau! What’s that supposed to mean? I glanced at Aunt Corina nervously then quickly looked away as I was unable to meet her gaze.
“Good idea,” my mother added. “I liked the sausage.”
“Me too,” Aunt Florence agreed. “Tastes pretty good for something locally made.”
“It’s also bigger than what I can usually find at the supermarket,” said my mother. “Unlike those Ayamas crap, you can really taste the meat in these ones.”
Calm down Daniel, I told myself. You’re just paranoid. You’re just overthinking it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it.
Dammit, I overthought it. Sausage equals penis.
“Errr,” I said, “I don’t want any sausage. Just eggs is fine.”
My mother and aunts looked surprised. “Are you sure?” My mother asked. “They’re delicio…”
“Yes! I’m sure! No sausages!”
My mother shrugged and got up to get to the phone. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and change first,” She added.
I waddled away awkwardly.
On the way to the bathroom, I checked the rooms one by one. As I thought, my father and uncles were dead to the world on their beds. They haven’t even changed out of their outfits from yesterday.
Ben was up by the time I returned from freshening up. He ordered lots of sausages. We ate in silence, each lost in our own thoughts as the women continued being sociable in the living room.
This was our last day on the resort. Tomorrow, we will head on home and try to lead normal lives again. But the question of the day is ‘what will we spend the last day doing?’
“How about we really relax for a change?” Aunt Florence suggested.
I guess she had a point. There had been nothing but excitement for the past few days. We needed to unwind. So after our late breakfast we went for a long walk, doing nothing more than taking in the scenery and enjoying each other’s company. Ben was predictably trying to cozy up to my mother and Aunt Florence. I saw the two women exchange knowing glances. They probably have a very good idea what was on the cheeky boy’s mind.
To my surprise, my mother came to me and hooked her hand around my elbow. “Come Daniel, escort mummy to the gift shop.” Aunt Florence giggled and came to hold my other arm, “Yes Daniel, a lot of scoundrels around these days,” she said, glancing mischievously at Ben.
Man, did my heart swell as I dutifully did as the two lovely ladies asked. After browsing the store, we went to relax by the pool in the shade. It was only then I realized that Ben and Aunt Corina had not been with us for quite some time.
The familiar sense of foreboding clouded over me.
“Mummy, where’s Aunty Corr?” I asked.
My mother and Aunt Florence took a look around.
“Where’s Ben?” Aunt Florence asked.
I was actually surprised at how vigorously they reacted. My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me along like a little boy again and followed Aunt Florence who lead the way back into the resort. We headed to the last place we visited, the gift shop. Just as we entered the shop someone called out to my mother from behind.
It was my father and my uncles. I felt my mother’s grip tighten around my hand. She and Aunt Florence forced a smile as the men caught up to us.
“Eh? Where is Corina and Ben?” Uncle Gary asked. “We want to go eat liao.”
“W-w-we’re looking for them too,” my mother replied.
We looked around the gift shop. It was a moderately sized store that sold some souvenirs but mostly holiday clothing. At the back of the store, where the changing rooms were, there was a senior man leaning against the wall and peeking around it.
It was the store owner.
He glanced back at my father and uncles who had walked up to him, smiled a lecherous smile, and gave them a thumbs up.
My mother was squeezing the life out of my wrist, but I didn’t notice. I just have a very bad feeling about this. My mother hurried forwards with aunt Florence, pulling me along. The men went ahead first and disappeared around the corner to the changing rooms. When we arrived, my father and uncles were standing outside one particular locked stall.
Something was thumping incessantly against the walls from the inside, causing the cubicle to shake, and there was low urgent voices echoing in the small confines of that space amidst soft whimpers and moans.
“Ben.. Oh Ben… Ben…”
“Aunty Corr! Uh… Uh…. Uh… Your pussy so tight.”
“Ah! Oh God! Ahhh!”
Chapter 2: Ben’s Milf Campaign.
The bell rang its shrill continuous note throughout the school complex, signalling the end of recess. It was promptly drowned out by the roar of thumping footsteps as hundreds of students thronged up and down the stairs towards their respective classes. In their clamor, none of the students or occasional teachers who streamed past the counselling room beside the faculty offices noticed the soft rhythm of flesh slapping on flesh coming from inside the room.
Ben bit his lip, enjoying the incredible sensation of his aunt’s quivering pussy clamp excitedly around his entire thick girth as she came hard on his cock. Florence Teo, known mainly as Miss Teo to the school population, or Aunty Flo to Ben, or the ’teacher with the hot long legs’ to the schoolboys, was standing bent over the round table at the center of the room with her formal skirt bunched up around her waist. Her slim shapely legs were positioned on the ground, parted, and her firm butt raised slightly towards her nephew behind her who had once again delivered one of the most intense fucks she had ever had.
Still panting in daze after her orgasm, she let out a pleasurable moan when she felt her nephew lazily withdraw his large steel-hard cock from her sopping stretched-out cunt.
“Ben… Class starting…” Florence managed to say between labored breaths.
She moaned again when she felt Ben slip his fingers into her well fucked lovehole, fingering her sensitive pussy into arousal once more.
“Oooh Ben…”
“You have class now Aunty Flo?” Ben asked.
“Not now,” She panted. Her back arched to push her shapely butt upwards against his palm, grinding her excited pussy against his deft teasing fingers. “Third period.”
“Then we have nearly 2 hours.”
“You have class Ben.”
“Aiya. I haven’t cum yet. Not fair la.”
Florence bit her lower lip as she felt tingles of pleasure wash over her. Oh God, what is he doing to me? She thought to herself. She couldn’t believe how quickly she succumbed to her nephew’s advances. After the Langkawi trip, which nearly ended in bloody murder when Ben was caught with Corina, Florence had severely chastised herself for cheating on her husband. And now, not a week later after they had returned from the island, here she was giving herself to Ben once again.
You’re so weak, she thought to herself. What’s wrong with you? Put a stop to this right now!
Yet her heart was racing with a perverse thrill while her body trembled non-stop with delightful from Ben’s expert fingering. When he stopped and withdrew his fingers, a strong yearning crept into her loins. Her pussy ached to be filled.
“Ughhh!” She groaned as Ben once again pushed his thick boy-meat into her cunt. All reservations fled her mind that instant. “Oh yes! Oh BEN!”
Ben fucked her with long deep strokes eliciting the beginnings of another orgasm from deep within her. Before she knew hit, she was rocking her hips back and forth, meeting each of his deep delicious thrusts. The pleasure built steadily, melting her mind with lust until it once again blanked white with pleasure.
Ben paused obligingly when he felt Florence’s hot, tight cunt spasm and squeeze his cock in climax. When he judged that she was done cumming, he gently turned her around and lay her down on her back on the table. Her slim calves dangled limply off the edge of the table at her knees.
She still had her white blouse on. Ben could see the outline of her black bra through the fabric, now that she had worked up some sweat. Even his own uniform shirt felt a bit damp against his skin. His trousers were still around his ankles. He reached down to take them fully off, scooping his aunt’s black cotton panties off the concrete floor in the process and stuffing them into his trousers pocket for safe keeping. He then went to the nearby wall to switch on the air conditioner. Things were going to get a lot hotter in here.
Ben approached the table and bent over his aunt. He began trailing kisses up her slim creamy thigh to her flat belly. He felt her raise her chest partially on her elbows. Peering up, he saw that she was looking down at him fondly.
“Ben, my God, you’re so naughty,” she whispered.
Ben smiled playfully up at her. “I can’t help it. You look so sexy today aunty.”
Florence bit her lip to suppress a smile. Ben can be so cute sometimes. Other times, he was so suave and aggressive. It was a dangerous combination, she realized.
Ben mistook her prolonged stare as an invitation. He leaned closer and kissed her on the lips, catching her by surprise.
“Mmmmmpphhh…”
Her heart skipped a beat. After a while, she began to kiss back. Ben scooped her bottom from under her and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. The sudden movement caused her to gasp. She broke the kiss and fell back down to the table. The sudden roughness sparked an unnatural thrill. It was like pouring high octane fuel to the already well stoked fire of lust burning in her body.
Raising her head, she peered down to see Ben’s mighty cock hovering over her shaved cunt. The sight somehow wrecked her with perverse anticipation. She unwittingly parted her legs wider.
Ben wasted no time delving once more into her sweet pussy. He was initially surprised by his aunt’s high pitched moan as he steadily sank balls deep into her tight cunt. Instinctively, he clamped his hand against her mouth to muffle her voice. His hips began working his large cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm. After a moment, he felt her legs wrap around him. Her breath was alarmingly rapid and her eyes was unfocused and glazed over with intense lust.
Ben had a hunch. After fucking her sweet pussy into a slick lather, He released her mouth and said to her, “You’re loving this aren’t you aunty? You like it rough? You like it when I fuck your naughty pussy hard?”
“Ughh, Uhh, Uhh, Uhh,”
“God, you’re so slutty aunty Flo. You love being pounded by my big cock don’t you? You dirty girl. You want you nephew to cum in you? You want?”
Florence arched her back and screamed. Her biggest orgasm yet wrecked through her lithe overheated body. Ben felt himself going over the edge. He hugged his aunt tightly and spurted a generous amount of his hot cum deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her on the table. Both of them fought, red faced, for much needed air. Ben wondered if anyone had heard her scream. He hoped not. After awhile Florence began to sob.
“W-w-why?” She asked him. “Why were you so rough?”
“Sorry. I’m so sorry. I got carried away Aunty. Please forgive me.” However, inwardly, Ben noted how much more turned on his Aunt was when he grew a tad more abusive.
After recovering their breaths, Ben helped her off the table. Florence was understandably unsteady on her feet.
“Oh God,” she said as she felt his warm thick seed ooze down her thighs. “Oh no… How could you climax inside me? It’s not my safe day.”
She looked visibly distraught. Ben hugged her and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you some pills.”
He began to kiss her neck in an effort to console and arouse her again.
“Enough Ben,” She pleaded.
“We still got time.”
“Faster go get me those pills.”
“I will,” Ben replied. “Right after this…”
He was curious to test this new side of Florence he had noticed. Slowly but firmly, he pushed her to face the wall.
“B-B-Ben?”
He ignored her and snaked one hand down to part her pussy lips as he slowly thrust his cock into her from behind.
“Oh God, Ben, No…”
“Aunty…” he said.
“W-what?”
“Tell me the truth. Did it feel better than usual when I was rough on you earlier?”
Florence did not answer. Ben impaled her onto his thick cock in one sudden stroke, causing her to gasp and shudder.
“Did you like it?” he hissed as he fucked her. He felt her quivering against him in response.
He fucked her for awhile, feeling her excitement grow. Then he decided to take things up a notch. Pushing his fingers through her hair, he grabbed a fistful and pulled her head backwards to one side.
“Argh!” Florence cried out.
Seizing the chance, Ben clamped his mouth over hers and pushed his tongue in. Her pussy immediately constricted around his cock as a result.
This confirms it, Ben thought. Never in his life had he suspected his Aunt Florence to be a closeted masochist.
“Put your hands against the wall,” he growled. “And don’t move.”
She complied, suddenly trembling very badly.
Ben put his hands on the flair of her hips and began thrusting his cock into her pussy in swift hard strokes.
“Ugh! Ahh! Agh!” She gasped.
He picked up the pace, and was soon slamming against her butt. Once again, the room echoed with the staccato of slick flesh slapping on flesh. To Ben’s amazement, Florence was soon having a series of orgasms, one after another. When he couldn’t take it anymore, He moved his hand to cover her mouth and then spewed his second load inside of her. Florence’s muffled cries and his animalistic grunts filled the room.
They rested in silence for a while. After 10 minutes, Ben was hard again and ready to rumble. He took her on the table again, pounding her in missionary position with her hands pinned above her head. They came hard together, moaning hotly into each other’s mouths.
“Aunty, are you angry with me?” Ben asked her later when they dressing up.
“No…” Florence replied hoarsely.
“So you liked it?”
“It was… different.”
Alex hugged her against his hard athletic chest. “Thanks Aunty. You are so amazing,” he said. He pushed his hand between her thighs, pulling up her medium black skirt, and cupped her pussy firmly over her black panties. Florence felt the gush of warmth spreading through her loins again.
Oh God, what is he doing to me, she wondered once again.
Ben nonchalantly rapped his knuckles against the classroom door and waltzed right in, earning his math teacher’s ire.
“Sorry Mrs. Tan,” He said to the woman glaring at him.
“I suppose you have a good reason for being late?” Stephanie Tan retorted, her full sexy lips twisting with displeasure.
Ben knew that it was a trick question. Whatever he said right now would just be brushed off as a lame excuse. Sometimes Ben wondered if teachers did these things on purpose. First they ask for a reason, then they tell you not to give excuses. His eyes gave her petite figure a once over. She was wearing soft black slacks which flattered her tight nubile curves and a modest buttoned up purple blouse. The silver framed spectacles gave the handsome woman’s glare an edge of malice.
“I was uh… helping another teacher with something,” Ben replied coyly.
“Which teacher?”
“Miss Teo.”
“Huh?”
“I mean Mrs. Ting,” Ben corrected himself, remembering that his aunt was married.
“I’m going to confirm that with Mrs. Ting. You can have a seat for now.” Stephanie begrudgingly said.
“Thaaank you, Mrs. Tan…”
Ben took his seat in the back row between his pals, Johan and Raju.
“Dude, where were you?” Johan whispered to him after Stephanie had turned back to the board and resumed teaching.
“Can’t you guess?” Said Raju. “Look at that smug smile on his face and his sweaty shirt.”
“Wah… got new girlfriend again? You’re such a slut Ben,” Johan added.
“Uh… technically not a girlfriend,” Ben said. “Anyway, I need a favor. You guys got morning-after pills?”
“Uh, no,” Raju replied. “Last I checked, we still can’t get pregnant.”
“Not from you la jackass. Ask from your girlfriends please. Raju, your father runs a pharmacy right?”
“Yeah… Not a charity shop.”
“Oi please la. You want to help me take care of a little Ben ah?”
“Ugh… There is already one too many of you in this world. I’ll ask Nina.”
“Thanks bro.”
Raju gave him a sly smile. “In return, you gotta tell us who you bonked.”
“What?” Ben asked. “Why you want to know?”
“So we can know which other pussy is now on the market la,” Johan said. “I thought we’re friends.”
“Heh. This one might be out of your leagues dudes,” Ben said.
“Huh? Why? Rich girl ah?” Johan asked.
Ben shook his head. “Not really”
“Foreigner?” asked Johan.
“Idiot. Where I find foreigner in school?”
“Then… Oh shit…” Raju said.
“T-T-Teacher?” Johan asked.
“Oh yea. But I’m not telling you guys who.”
Raju looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, just now when Mrs. Tan asked, you say you helping out Mrs. Ting,” He said.
“Shit…”
“Florence Teo? The counselor? Wife of Peter Ting? The disciplinary teacher?” Johan said, his mouth gaping.
“Fuck… you guys better keep your mouth shut.”
“Holy shiiiiiiittt…” Raju gasped.
Ben wondered what their reaction would be if they knew Florence was his aunt as well. His Uncle and Aunt was the backbone of the school disciplinary committee, playing their roles as the proverbial good cop and bad cop. Uncle Peter usually relied on harsh disciplinary action to scare students into submission. This usually made them pliable for advice from his soft spoken Aunt.
“You’re crazy,” Johan said. “Mr. Ting will rip you in half if he finds out.”
“Don’t I know it,” Ben replied, brushing his fingers across the bandage at the side of his forehead. The gash across his head from the time back in Langkawi was healing up nicely, though it itches like crazy. In any case, he knew full well the consequences of being caught in this dangerous game he was playing.
Daniel:
Truth be told, after our vacation to Langkawi ended in disaster, I gleefully thought that Ben would be booted out of our household for molesting Aunty Corina. Unfortunately, things weren’t so simple. There was no one for him to lodge with on such short notice. To top it off, it would seem all parties involved wanted to keep the incident under wraps, so there was no excuse to evict him.
Things were tense in our home for almost a week, especially between Ben and my father. My mother was clearly disappointed in Ben as well, but was less antagonistic towards him. However, she and my father seemed closer than ever. They had begun to kiss each other good morning every day and I had caught them locked in playful embraces around the house several times.
For one thing, their renewed intimacy brought me some degree of relief. My faith in my parent’s marriage had been badly shaken from what I witnessed at the island. On the other hand, I could not help but wonder if this was happening because she felt guilty of her tryst with Ben on Langkawi or because my father was feeling protective of my mother now that Ben is a perceivable threat. Maybe both. I reasoned with myself that it was all for the best if their relationship emerged stronger than ever from the ordeal.
The fact that Ben would start sulking whenever my parents displayed any degree of affection towards each other did not escape my notice either. Serves the bastard right. My relationship with him had turned sour ever since we got back from Langkawi. We ended up ignoring each other’s presence most of the time.
Still, I kept my vigilance. The past weeks had taught me that my cousin was not one to be left unchecked. I trained myself to keep one eye on him on all times. Well, almost all the time. It was difficult to keep tabs on him and have a life on my own at the same time.
From Ben’s actions, it was obvious he was still unrepentant. He would still steal glances at my mother whenever he was able. By the middle of the second week of school, he had successfully reestablished his former level of rapport with her. They were comfortably kidding around as before again, though it was always behind my father’s back.
I recognized several attempts on his part to take things to the next level. The fleeting touches, playful teasing, innocent flirting, and gaze locking. It was clear as day what he was trying to do. To my relief, my mother seemed to be wiser as well. Though she did not often chastise him for flirting, she would firmly rebuff him if his actions got too intimate.
Watching Ben’s frustration grow on a daily basis was entertaining to say the least. As time went on, my faith in my mother was restored. She seemed adamant about keeping Ben’s advances at bay and remain faithful to my father. What happened in Langkawi must have been a lapse of judgement caused by the alcohol she consumed.
After a month, Ben seems to have given up trying to seduce my mother. He began to spend more time outside after school. Even I was surprised that he was letting go. I guess he must have found another regular fuck-buddy. I wonder who it could be?
“God, I hate Mondays,” Peter Ting mumbled to himself as he sat waiting in the driver’s seat. With a deft flick of his wrist, he checked the time on his watch. “What’s taking her so long?”
He started the car engine and was about to sound the horn when his eyes caught movement in the rearview mirror. Florence, his wife, had just exited the front door of their modest terrace home. He let his gaze linger at the sight. Florence was wearing a soft yellow formal blouse and a tight fitting black skirt which clung to her body like a second skin, flaunting her slim tight juicy body. The skirt seemed to be made of a stretchable material and must be very thin as he could see the distinct outline of her thighs against the fabric as she moved. Her hair, was done up in a high ponytail, giving her a very schoolgirl look.
He saw her gracefully bend down as she slipped into her shoes to hook the straps over her heels. Since when did she start wearing high heels? Peter wondered. But when she stood up and began to walk towards the car, Peter could not deny that his wife looked very attractive indeed. His eyes locked on her hips, enjoying the allure in the sway of her tight round butt with every step she took.
Florence entered the car and Peter caught a pleasant whiff of her perfume. He had the sudden urge to take her upstairs and make love to her.
“Dear, we’re running late,” she said, breaking him out of his stupor.
“Hmm? Oh, right,”
They drove in silence towards the school where they taught as teachers. Peter racked his brain for a way to start a conversation. Florence was usually the talkative one, but now seemed distracted. She gazed out the window wordlessly, a blank look on her face.
“Uhh, dear?” Peter finally said.
“Huh? Sorry, you said something?”
“Y-your blouse. You forgot to button up.”
As Florence glanced down at her chest, Peter could not help trying to get another eyeful. Her top two buttons were undone, and the soft looking swells of flesh of her cleavage was showing. Florence blushed and began to button up. Peter felt a bit flustered himself. He wondered when did she start wearing push up bras?
They reached the school. It was still early in the morning so there were only a handful of students waltzing up towards the gate. The busses with their full loads would bring the majority of the brats in about 15 minutes time.
Peter had just made it several meters past the front gate when he brought the vehicle to an abrupt halt.
“What? What happened?” Florence asked.
“Them!” Peter replied with a growl.
Florence turned around to peer at the direction her husband was looking. Under the tree between the school football field and basketball court, two familiar figures was relaxing on a bench. Their hands periodically moved up to their mouths. Florence recognized the two as the well known delinquents, Raju and Johan. They were clearly having a smoke.
She sighed. “I’ll talk to them later.”
Peter stepped out of the car with a dangerous frown on his face. He extracted his sling bag and a long flexible rattan cane from the back seat.
“I’ll handle them now,” he growled. “Help me park the car dear.”
Sighing again, Florence exited the vehicle to take the driver’s seat as she watched her husband stomp off towards the offenders. She drove onward to the back of the school where there was a stretch of tarmac beside the concrete wall with crude zinc awning roofs that served as the faculty parking space. After parking between a van and an SUV, she got out and reached for her bag in the back seat.
That was when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. A strong pair of hands grabbed her and flipped her around. Florence shrieked.
“Shhhhhhh! Wei! Not so loud. After people hear!” Ben hissed.
“Ben! Oh my God, you scared me! I almost mistook you for a rapist!”
Ben flashed her a malicious grin. “You weren’t mistaken, Aunty!”
He twirled her around again and pushed her flat against the side of the car.
“Ben! No! Are you crazy! Not here!”
“Be quiet!” He snapped back sternly.
“Oh God… Oh God…” Florence panted.
She felt the familiar perverse thrill coursing through her body again. She had carried on this sordid affair with her nephew for almost a month now and Ben had proved impeccable in pushing her buttons. Their sex acts had grown increasingly lurid and Ben had grown more domineering and rough. But what horrified her even more was that her own body seemed to respond positively to him. Even now, the fires of her arousal was growing so fast, it was consuming her. She felt her pussy throb with excitement.
Ben’s hands immediately claimed and squeezed her round soft ass.
“Dress so tight ah Miss Teo? Trying to seduce your students is it?” Ben asked her, his voice low and mocking.
“No…” She managed to say before gasping sharply when Ben yanked her elastic skirt over the curve of her butt.
“You slut!” Ben hissed with delight. Florence could not help but tremble deliciously at his words.
Ben leered at his petite Aunt’s sexy round backside clad only in a lacy peach thong. “Some more want to deny? You’re practically asking to be raped.”
“No Ben! Please! Not here!” She pleaded in a low voice.
She heard a snap as Ben unbuckled his belt and felt a new wave of excitement wash over her.
“Oh God…. Ben…”
Ben pulled the flimsy material of her thong to one side, baring her smooth shaven cunt. As if it acquired a volition of its own, her hips automatically pushed back against him when she felt the tip of his manhood against her very wet slit.
“Ah, Ah, Ahhhh,” she moaned, feeling her insides fill up inch by inch with his thick boy-meat. Florence had estimated his cock to be roughly 9 inches in length. It was so thick, she could hardly wrap her fingers around it with one hand.
Judging that she was more than sufficiently wet to take him, Ben speared his entire hot rod into her in one thrust. He then fucked her hard and fast, slamming her against the side of the car. Florence’s mind grew numb with pleasure. She barely had enough mental control remaining to even keep her voice down. She bit her hand to keep from screaming out from orgasm after orgasm.
Ben himself was by no means trying to prolong the encounter. He was immensely frustrated with his lack of progress in getting under his Aunt May’s skirt. Right now all that was on his mind was to dissipate the pressure in his balls, so he used his Aunt Florence’s tight, hot pussy with wild abandon.
“Fuck! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uh!!! Yes Aunty! Take it all you sexy bitch! I’m cumming slut! I’m cummmmmming!”
Florence moaned loudly and came hard again when she felt her nephew sheathed his full 9 inches into her stretched pussy. As she came, she felt every strong hot spurt of his erupted boy-lava splash against her cervix.
Ben leaned against her as they both panted for breath against the car. After several minutes of silence, the sound of another vehicle could be heard coming down the parking strip. Ben reacted quickly, pulling Florence to the front of the white van parked beside her car. They hid in the slight shadows between the van and the wall as the newly arrived vehicle passed them towards a vacant parking space down the row.
Ben kept an eye on the car which promptly parked itself less then five vehicles down from the van they were hiding in front. The driver exited the vehicle. Ben recognized her as Stephanie Tan, his rather strict Math teacher. She had a petite frame, though not as slender and tall as Florence. Florence had really long legs, which made her look like a runway model. Stephanie was what he would describe as a handsome woman. She had a very firm athletically sculpted body and really fair skin. As usual, she wore her hair in a short, neat ponytail to work. The student’s tend to refer to her as Miss Tan, even though the message sent by the golden band around her ring finger was clear as day. Ben licked his lips. His perverted mind began to imagine his Math teacher screaming her little head off as he impaled her on his cock.
Stephanie gathered her things and proceeded to walk off to class. Ben was reminded that his first period today was math. He should avoid being late. Stephanie was a real stickler for timing.
Right then and there, he immediately felt a hot sensation on his penis. Glancing down, he saw that his Aunt Florence was squatting before him. Her tight skirt was bunched around her waist, her knees parted upwards, and a copious amount of cum was oozing out her red and raw lovehole, pooling onto the ground between her heels. Her face was deeply flushed from the thrilling fuck he just gave her and she was running her mouth and tongue along his cock which rapidly began to harden again. Florence then took him into her mouth, sucking his dick lovingly.
“Mmm… You’ve gotten so good at this Aunty Flo,” Ben said as she fellated him.
His cock grew to its full proud glory once again.
“Oh dear,” Florence said looking lustily up at him. “It would seem my rape isn’t over.”
Daniel:
“Daniel!”
I turned around to see Uncle Peter hailing behind me. He came up to me and asked, “just got here?”
I nodded. “I was just heading to class,” I replied.
“Have you seen your Aunty anywhere?”
“Aunty Flo? No leh why?”
“No… Nevermind. Go quick, the bell is about to ring.”
That was weird, but I shrugged it off and continued onwards to my classroom. My seat was smack in the middle of Adam and Jason, my two best friends. Actually, they might be my only friends. And we wouldn’t even be friends if their aunt weren’t such good friends with my mother.
Adam and Jason were brothers. Adam was my age at 16 while Jason was 17 like my cousin Ben but he was in my class because he was held back a year due to poor academic performance. He excelled in sports though, as well as extracurricular activities. Adam was the same way. Their Aunt Vivian was a close friend to my mother and was the one who always dropped them off at school. Apparently, the brothers’ mother runs a kindergarten, so every morning, their Aunt Vivian dropped off her kids at her sister in law’s place and subsequently picked up the boys to send them to school. It was the same deal after school. She would pick up the brothers from here and bring them back to the kindergarten where she would relinquish them back to their mother while picking up her kids.
“Are you enjoying your last few days of freedom?” Jason asked me gloomily.
I glanced to my left at Adam and noticed he had the same dispirited expression etched across his face.
“What are you talking about?” I asked Jason back.
“You don’t know? Your mom didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
Adam chipped in, “Aunty Vivian wants to start a coffee shop.”
“So?” I answered. “Everyone wants to open a coffee shop. There is a huge market of pretentious wannabes who needs to recite exotic sounding coffee jargon and pay 15 ringgit for a cup of coffee to make themselves feel sophisticated.”
Adam chuckled. “Better get used to it. You’re going to be listening to a lot of exotic coffee jargon recitals and taking people’s 15 bucks.”
“Will you guys just tell me what’s going on?” I fumed.
Jason sighed. “You know how your mom, our aunty, and their friends like to enjoy a cup of cappuccino after their gym sessions?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, it seems last week, they got this idea to start their own shop. You know la those aunties. The more they talk about it, the more passionate they become. So in the end our Aunty Vivian and a few of them decided to really go for it.”
“I don’t think my mom mentioned anything about starting a coffee place.”
“Yeah, that’s because your mom is one of the sane ones.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Who do you think is going to serve the coffee? Those old ladies ah?”
“Uhhhh…” I replied. “So you guys are going to be baristas. Congratulations. It is sure going to suck playing DOTA all by lonely self.”
Adam chuckled again and Jason smirked.
“I said your mom didn’t join the business venture, " Jason added. “It doesn’t mean she didn’t volunteer your services.”
“What the fuck?”
“Welcome to the minimum wage workforce buddy,” said Adam.
Me? A barista? Nooooo… Why me? Maybe if I draw dicks on the foam on the cappuccinos I serve, I’ll be relieved of my duty.
But then again…
“Soooo, what is your Aunt Vivian gonna be doing?” I asked them.
“She gonna be taukay loh…” Adam replied. “Just sit in office and count money.”
“Or she is probably going to be her own best customer. Those ladies love their coffee. I don’t get it. What’s wrong with Nescafe?” Adam added.
Hmmmmm… The gears in my heads began to churn. Maybe taking up this part time job won’t be such a bad idea after all. All in all, Vivian is quite a looker. She is younger than my mother, probably in her mid thirties. At first glance, she looks like an Ah-Lian type of girl - medium long hair dyed blonde-brown, often dressed in shorts and sleeveless tops when she hangs out with my mother. She has a very attractive face, like a korean model or something, and she took great care of her body. However she was in no way a bimbo. Quite the opposite actually. She is kind of sophisticated, a more modern type of woman, unlike my homely mother.
I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her. Things had gotten really boring at home lately, now that Ben was off my mother’s case.
A week later, When the last school bell rang, and the teacher exited the class, Raju and Johan glanced up from their desks to see Ben walking sheepishly towards them.
“Oi… where were you? You skipped like half of all the classes,” Johan said to him.
“Let me guess,” said Raju. “You need morning-after pills again?”
“Ahaha, you know me so well,” Ben replied.
“Ya Allah,” Johan exclaimed. “Are you banging miss Te- I mean, your new gal every day?”
“You know me la. I’m a horny bastard.”
Raju shook his head. “No, you’re a cheap horny bastard. How long do you expect me to supply you with anti-pregnancy pills?”
“Walau,” Ben replied. “You know I’m a poor orphan leh. I thought we were friends.”
“Friends don’t take advantage of each other.”
“Aiya, what you want from me then?”
Raju smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Raju exchanged a quick glance with Johan.
“Dude… you’re not serious…” Johan said.
“Why not. Come on la, we owe that bastard.”
“Ehhhh…. I dunno man.”
Ben was getting impatient. “What are you two babbling about?” He asked.
Raju took a quick look around to make sure no one was paying them any mind. Then he spoke in a low voice. “I want to fuck Miss Teo too.”
Ben was taken aback. “Wha? Walau. Go find your own teacher to be your fuck buddy la.”
Raju shook his head adamantly. His eyes gleamed with malice. “I want Miss Teo,” He said.
“Why? You got crush on her ah?”
“Nothing like that. Mr. Ting has been a fucking pain in the ass these few weeks. It’s like he made it his mission to make our lives miserable.”
“So you thought of fucking his wife as revenge? Aiya. Not to be in your face about it, but he is the school disciplinarian and you two are pretty much the biggest assholes in school. Ever thought of just being more obedient?”
“Haha, very funny. So we have a deal a not?”
“What deal?”
“You let me fuck Miss Teo.”
“Hey, she’s a free woman. She can fuck anyone she likes. But I’m not going to help you get under her skirt.”
Raju smiled. “Fair enough bro. Just keep out of my way, that’s all I’m asking.”
Ben glanced at Johan. “Are you in on this mad plan of his too?” He asked him.
Johan laughed a little. “No man. I’m not really into Chinese chicks. But you really got me riled up on the idea of banging a teacher. I think I’m gonna try to bang Puan Soraya.
“You guys ah…” Ben said. “Fuck it. Whatever. Don’t come crying to me if it blows up in your faces.” He turned to Raju again. “So about the pills…”
“Huh? Why you need pills? I thought I made it clear to stay out of my way.”
“What the fuck? I don’t mean that I’m going to sit out on the action.”
“Fuck you. I’m not gonna get your sloppy seconds.”
“Arrrggh…” Ben groaned. “Whatever la. You still owe me a life supply of pills dude. I gotta go.”
“Eh? Where you going?” Johan asked.
“To work,” Ben replied over his shoulder. “My stupid uncle insists I work in this new coffee venture he invested in.”
“Oh my God,” Raju exclaimed with a laugh. “You? A Barista? Oi, where is the shop? I want to take a picture of you in an apron.”
Ben stepped out the classroom door, offering his raised middle finger as a last reply.
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thingshappen
please update this story as well if you are free, Thanks bro!!
LOL. Won’t you guys get confused with the storylines? Since, you know, there is another May in the other story?