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diputs1269

Upz you for such an enjoying story, more please.

thank you bro, i have returned up to you also.

I will normally try to post once a day except weekends. Here’s the next chapter for you. Have a good weekend.

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I pulled April in for another deep French kiss, and my hands began to explore her body once again. I hugged her closer, and ran one hand down her back and the other down her side. I had a feeling I was not going to meet much resistance to my next action.

I slipped my left arm under April’s right leg, and hugged her close from the left side. As I stood up, she also went into a standing position but with one leg in the air tucked over my left arm.

I knew she would be wet enough. I made one thrust, and began the true invasion spearheaded by my little dragon. April pulled her head away from my kiss and huskily breathed, “Oh my God, oh…my….GOD”.

I pumped furiously for a few seconds, eliciting a rapid succession of moans from April as well.

Then, slowing down the tempo, I began to withdraw from her pussy, whispering, “I should get a condom… we don’t want any accidents”.

I had no such noble intention. I was testing water.

April shifted her hips forward so that my spear was once again impaling her at full length. She squealed a little before whimpering, “It’s ok…. Safe for me… and I’m clean… I trust you”. Of course.

I mean, wouldn’t you trust a fat man who chatted you up in the middle of the night, ladies?

I resumed pumping April’s pussy while engaging in a prolonged round of tongue fighting. We stayed in that standing position for some time before I flipped her around, and into a standing doggy position. April seemed grateful that I was letting her right leg have a rest, even though her love hole was still being pummelled. She could also put her hands down on the coffee table in front of the sofa as I fucked her.

I wanted to feel more of her boobs, and I really wanted to feel the rest of her. So I put my hands on her tummy just at the underboob, and lifted her up slowly. April got the idea, and arched her back so that I could get a good angle for fucking her hole while I fondled her boobs and everywhere else.

I took this time to also take a look around her place. It was a pretty regular sized HDB flat. 3 bedrooms. I guessed it was classed as a 4 room flat, maybe about 110 sq metres? I roughly knew the layout of her flat, as I had previously visited friends living in similarly shaped units. I looked for the master bedroom, and knew that I had found it when I saw a light coming from the door diagonally on my right.

“Shall we finish this somewhere more comfortable?” I asked April. I turned April’s body to point towards the door to her room, and she began to walk slowly towards it while I was still parked inside her.

This was a fantasy I had, but had only tried out only on a few previous occasions. I did it the first time with a Chinese FL I picked up at a club overseas. She wasn’t very pretty, but I was urgent that particular night. As it turned out, so was she. Once we had gotten through the door of my apartment, we had stripped each other off and started banging right there and then. When I saw that she was a bit tired, I pointed her in the direction of my bedroom, and we walked there together while I continued pumping her in doggy style. Good times. Since that first time, I think maybe I have only done it once more in the last decade.

And here were the good times again. April, who wasn’t even known to me before this night, was fulfilling an old fantasy. Each time I thrust into her while walking, April would let of a soft moan. Each time I pulled out slowly, she would slam her hips back into mine to ensure little dicky did not slip out.

No wonder it took five minutes to walk five metres to the bedroom door.

Once in the bedroom, I made one strong thrust which sent April tottering towards the bed. She steadied herself with her palms on the mattress, and I entered into rapid pumping mode. Since I was unfit, I could only maintain it for about a minute or so, but it was enough to send April into yet another rapturous orgasm. She twitched and shook, and actually held up her right palm, muttering, “wait…. I not ready, yet..AAAHHHH”.

Like real I was going to wait. Instead I resumed pumping at medium speed but with long strokes. Then I pulled out quickly, flipped her to turn facing me, and pushed her onto the bed. I used my arms to spread her legs and stabbed my spear in to the hilt.

April’s eyes rolled upwards almost to the point where all I could see were the whites of her eyes. Her hands were grabbing at her bedsheets as her body tried to process the latest stimuli. Her legs were in the air, pinned down by my arms as I stood at the side of the bed slowly fucking her with deep, long strokes, alternating with rapid fire short strokes.

I then moved my hands to join with hers, and made my way onto the bed in a kneeling position. Everything below my knees was still dangling off the bed, but it was still safe. As I wriggled inwards towards the centre of the bed, April got dragged in with me. She was pelting me with kisses and pecks all over my chest and wherever she could reach while still pinned down and impaled.

“Your stamina…really….good…” April moaned, amazed that I still hadn’t finished.

“Baby, we’re just getting started”

Thanks to bro steventan; randily; juzz; ly0912; oxeso; CoCk shoCk for giving me rep points. I will return when I can.

To be clear, rep points is not the reason I am writing this story. Nevertheless, I am grateful.

Writing down these experiences is something of an exercise and a way of venting. Sex, both commercial and casual, has been a big part of my adult life. I have always wondered if there was a way to tell these stories.

As mentioned before, I aim to post 1 section daily on weekdays. If I have enough material, maybe I will release on weekends.

Have a good week ahead, all.

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Originally Posted by

waahaa

you have just made the fat guys like me feel a bit better

bro waahaa and enigma88 - it’s not easy, but i will share some observations:

a. being fat in 20s is not great. makes it hard to get any action beyond commercial.

b. in 30s, it’s different game. i find that being a bit overweight is no impediment if you are confident in yourself, and you have a good personality. i believe the experience also makes a difference.

no matter how you look, you have to have confidence in yourself when pursuing someone you are interested in. and keep an open mind.

We continued our fucking in the missionary position for another five minutes or so. I was alternating between the long, slow strokes, and short bursts of rapid pumping, mainly because I wanted to prolong the session.

It had been awhile since my last fuck. My drive is pretty high, but my wife’s is rather low. While I have no qualms about going to FLs and KTVs to ease my urges, I had not had a casual encounter like the one I was currently having with April. So my priority was to extract maximum personal enjoyment.

I grabbed both of April’s wrists and leaned backwards to ease her up into a sitting position. Then I hugged her close but didn’t really try to thrust. I savoured the feeling of my engorged cock nesting inside April’s pussy. I wouldn’t she was tight – but it did feel like a perfect fit. Her cave was the perfect lair for my dragon.

While my left arm was curled around April’s lower back to support her in that position, I stroked her cheek with the back of my right hand. April had this dreamy look in her eyes, lost in a haze of pleasure. She had a half smile forming around her lips, and she almost looked like she was about to fall asleep.

I moved my right hand to the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss. That half smile and those bedroom eyes were feeding my desire, and a deep French kiss would be the icing on the cake. Also, I knew April was a good kisser from her first assault.

Kissing is my weakness. It might sound odd to some folks, but I for one am glad that most FLs and working ladies don’t do much serious kissing during sessions. They usually resort to light pecks or over-exaggerated movements meant to simulate a real tongue fight. If all the working ladies of the night kissed like April did, I would have fallen for the KC trap so many times over.

And April had me trapped, all right. The way her tongue glided into and around my mouth, exploring each nook and cranny as though she was looking for something turned me on massively. She was also just as receptive to my own expedition, and the tongue fighting seemed to be more like a secondary act of love making taking place simultaneously. Our tongues would interlock in ways similar to our bodies wrapped up and around each other in the last 45 minutes or so.

My little general was beginning to harden even more as blood rushed away from my brain towards it. April must have felt it, because she then gently moved her hips up and down and side to side. She moved slowly, allowing my member to withdraw about halfway from her entrance before swallowing it up again. And each entry movement drew a soft mmmm from her as we continued to kiss.

I let myself fall backwards to lie down. April’s hands had been cupping my face while we kissed, and she now moved one hand downwards to massage her boobs. I continued humping her slowly from below, as she reciprocated with her own hip movements. I could tell that she was still quite sensitive from her earlier orgasms, as she reacted not only to my spear attacks, but also each touch of her erogenous zones.

April broke off the kiss and sat upright. She also moved her legs into a squatting position, and placed her palms on my boobs. Moobs. Whatever. She started sliding back and forth slightly, before moving into a vertical pattern. Classic cowgirl, and this girl had good fundamentals.

I grabbed her bum from both ends, really getting a good feel of the cheeks. As she continued fucking me from the squatting position, I gave her a bit of support with my arms, and slapping them bountiful booty cheeks once in awhile.

April then picked up her speed. I could feel the space in her cave getting smaller and the walls getting tense and hard. Another O wave was about to hit. April went for a last burst of glory, rapidly accelerating before arching her back, stopping, and letting out one long, deep ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…..’ Her left arm was supporting her from behind so she did not fall backwards, while her right hand was squeezing her right boob as she soaked up her latest climax.

It was time for my last burst.

April’s orgasm had also caught me by surprise somewhat. I knew she was close but when she came, I was not ready. My member felt the pleasure too and was about to fire, but I managed to hold off by thinking about how butterflies and mosquitoes have the same life cycle – egg, larva, pupa, adult – and yet one is considered a pest and the other a beauty.

I was also thinking that I was a mosquito making love to a butterfly at that moment.

I pulled April downwards, and quickly flipped our bodies over together from cowgirl to missionary. The spear was still impaling April, and it was ready for the final wave.

“I need… a bit… of rest..” April pleaded. Her pussy was still sensitive from having just cummed hard.

But that meant it was ripe for another one right now. So I ignored her and picked up the pace. Each of my hands were on one of April’s ankles, spreading her legs apart to facilitate the fucking. I leaned forward and licked and nibbled on her areolas, and also her underboob, sideboob, all boob.

“Oh…. Oh… God… again… I’m cumming… again….” April moaned as I pumped her ever harder, ever faster. I could feel her walls tensing up again. This time, I was ready.

I pulled out my dick leaving only the head inside April’s pussy. I held it there for just an instant before I drove it all the way in to the hilt. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” April responded to the sudden stab.

Feeling that my moment of glory was at hand, I resumed pumping her fast and hard. The wet sounds from April’s pussy was a testament to the hard fucking we had shared for the last hour or so.

My balls were primed, and my cannon was ready. “Here I come, babe,” I told April. She just nodded, wordlessly, as she rolled in her own pleasure. With one last thrust, I shot a massive load into April’s pussy. She gritted her teeth and was grabbing at her bedsheets with both hands. Her lower back was arched in the air as her own orgasm hit. “Ooooh… uhhhh… aaaahhhhhh!” her moan grew into a scream of ecstasy.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh…” I grunted in satisfaction. The deed was done and the package delivered. The delivery vehicle was still in the loading bay, but the estate owner wasn’t complaining.

I was about to withdraw when April pulled herself up by grabbing my arms. She gave me another deep, long kiss. “Thanks,” she said. “I really needed that.”

I told April she was welcome, and looked at the clock on the wall in her bedroom. Almost 5 am. It was about time I cleaned up and make the short walk home. April offered to shower together, so off we went into the bathroom.

A hot shower after a steamy sex session is like dessert after a great meal. It is especially sweet when you’ve got a lithe, toned, young body in front of you, which you can explore fully under pretext of soaping. We would occasionally exchange light kisses and petting, and chatted about our respective lives.

I dried up, and went out into the living room to gather up my clothes. As I was about to put on my boxers, April sneaked up from behind and grabbed my sleeping snake with her right hand. When it’s sleeping, it really is a cute little snake. April had the snake and eggs all in her hands. She was literally carrying my balls.

With her free hand, April snatched my boxers from my hands. “This will be my souvenir for tonight. And a reason for you to come again, soon,” she whispered into my ear.

I promised April I would see her again soon, and loosely put on my shirt and pants before getting my shoes. It was only a short walk to my in laws’ unit.

I gave April one last peck on the lips before opening the door to leave. “Wel-cum back to Singapore,” April bid me farewell, emphasising the word cum to ensure I caught her pun.

I smiled at her and turned to my unit’s door. I quietly turned the key in the lock, and stepped stealthily to my bedroom. Like April, my in laws also owned a 4 room flat. Of the three bedrooms, one was used by them, one by my wife and kids, and one just for me. My bedroom was effectively the guest bedroom, but the super single bed inside was not big enough for wife and me, nor big enough for the two kids.

The room my wife shared with the children had two single beds pushed together which my wife shared with the kids, but I didn’t like the mattress so I didn’t mind not sleeping there with them. In any case, having my own bedroom made things very convenient for nights like these.

So that was one week ago. And here I am, sitting on my bed in my in laws’ unit, getting yet another awesome blowjob from the goddess next door. No one else was home, and would not be home for a few hours at least.

And in that time, I intended to fuck April’s brains out again.

It started with a broken heart. I was getting ready to leave Singapore for my university studies. I was all set except for one unresolved matter.

Yifei.

I met Yifei in junior college (JC). She wasn’t particularly pretty or had a fantastic figure. Tall, thin, nerdy looking. But there was something that drew me to her. We were friends, somewhat close, and always platonic. She knew I had feelings for her, but since I had not said anything, there was nothing for her to respond to.

She had already started in NUS. I was venturing beyond our shores. I resolved to tell her how I felt before I left.

The conversation took longer than I thought it would. Looking back, I should not have been surprised that it took so long. I had no balls to confess outright, so I beat around the bush for damn fucking long.

Eventually, I told her, “I like you. I think I might be in love with you. I’m hoping we can be more than friends.” It was actually quite abrupt because we had been talking about a recent movie just before I confessed.

Yifei admitted that she had known all along what I felt for her. She didn’t think it could ever work out for us as a couple. Yifei pointed to the differences in our outlook towards life, our hobbies, our music, and all kinds of differences.

Even though I had pretty much expected her response, it still hurt. We promised that we would remain friends.

But what the fuck did that mean? It’s not like I could just turn off the switch for my love function. It’s much easier to suppress an erection than a love-lorn heart. Was I supposed to just not feel anything for her when I saw her again?

At that time, what I wanted was relief from the heartbreak.

Some days, I think that’s all I want in life. Even though that heartbreak was almost two decades ago, I was still thinking about it as April continued her blowjob. I was looking down at her head bobbing up and down and gently on my spear as I was encouraging her along with my hand at the back of her head.

She looked absolutely amazing as she continued her sucking of my little snake. I loved it when she would switch to licking the shaft before once again taking the whole dick into her mouth for more sucking.

And her fingers, oh those fucking fingers. Even as she sucked, she was using the tip of her fingernails to stimulate my shaft further with light scratching. Her other hand was stroking my balls, gently squeezing them at times before stroking them with those wonderfully agile fingers.

I felt a sudden urge to kiss April, so I cupped her face with my hands, moved her upwards and away from little dicky, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. April reciprocated and our tongues began their courtship dance, exploring and touching each other, expressing the desires and lust within us.

I ran the fingers of my left hand through April’s hair and down her back. My right hand was securely fastened to her left butt cheek, grabbing and enjoying the bountiful mound while also pulling her closer to me.

“Please… put it in me…” April moaned, momentarily breaking our kiss. Her sweet, husky voice was dripping with urgency. Her right hand was stroking my cock down below, while her left hand was playing with my right moob.

With one pulling motion of my right hand, I drew in April’s pussy closer to the dragon until the tip was just outside the entrance.

Wet. Her juices were trickling onto little bro already. That realisation gave me extra motivation, so I thrust upwards and slid into her love cave easily. A soft gasp escaped April’s lips as she savoured the sensation of penetration. She threw her head back and started rocking on me slowly. I attacked her exposed neck with kisses and nibbles.

“Ooohhh…” moaned April appreciatively. She pushed my head downwards towards her beautiful breasts. I gave her what she wanted and tongued her lovely areolas. My own actions were augmented by April’s rocking, delivering her more bliss.

We stayed in that sitting position as April slowly grinded and rocked on my dick. She wasn’t going to orgasm from that, but that was fine with her. She was clearly going for the slow burn. I could appreciate that. I was myself taking my time to savour the taste of her boobs, her neck, and her absolutely gorgeous face.

Ever since that first night together, April had granted me total and complete access to her body anytime I wanted. She said she trusted me.

I reminded her that I was a) her neighbour; and b) married with children. I wasn’t trying to turn April away. I wanted to set clear boundaries. Even if we develop feelings beyond lust for each other, there was no chance of me giving up my family for her.

April told me that she understood what I was saying. She reiterated that she trusted me, and added that she really needed my company ‘for now’. When I asked her what that meant, she replied that she would tell me in time, but all I needed to know was she was trying to move on from something. It had to do with why her roommate had moved after having moved in together for only a week.

I didn’t pry. I learnt a long time ago that when someone asks you for time, you give it if you care about that person.

I couldn’t help remembering though that I gave Yifei all the time in the world, and yet she slipped from my grasp.

Then again, it was because Yifei broke my heart that I learnt to enjoy fucking and not giving a fuck.

The album “Crush” by American rockers Bon Jovi has a special place in my heart. It was released around the time that I was headed to Scotland for my university studies.

Which was also when Yifei broke my heart. When I had to accept the hard truth that I had known from the start – we would never be a couple.

The first track on Crush, ‘It’s My Life’, was like a call to arms for me. My favourite line from that song was “Luck ain’t even lucky, gotta make your own breaks.”

That is one truth I believe about life. You can’t rely on luck, you have to make your own opportunities.

And I would be damned if I did not make the most of my life in Scotland. It was my first time living alone overseas. I arrived in Edinburgh a young, fresh faced, broken-hearted young boy who had never had a steady girlfriend and was nervous talking to girls.

Four years later, I would leave with a hardened heart, and a very experienced dick.

Oh, and I managed to get my BSc and my MSc too. All in all, it was time well spent in developing myself. I made a lot of mistakes and missteps along the way. But I took each experience, good and bad, as lessons in life and in living.

Thinking back to the past is a great way to control your orgasm. You distract yourself from the moment but pay just enough attention to the current action to still be able to enjoy it. And if you have problems finishing, cast your mind back to a sexy memory. I guarantee you that your dragon will soar and be ready to spit fire with the right memory stimulus.

I was thinking about Yifei and my early period in Scotland as April was rocking on my member. We were continuously making out and held each other in a tight embrace, swallowed up by our lustful sex session.

I decided it was time to switch tempo, and slowly lowered April on her back onto my bed. My piston drill was still locked within April’s juicy clamshell, and I continued to pump her slowly and deliberately in missionary position. I lowered my head to flick my tongue against her right nipple, and then the left. I did not forget to run my tongue along April’s ample cleavage, and left a trail of saliva up to her chin before once again kissing her luscious lips. April’s fingers were interlocked behind my neck, while her legs were loosely crossed behind by back.

“Oh God, baby, I love it… when you… fuck me… just like that… “ April whispered between gasps of pleasure. She appreciated the long, slow strokes, and her pussy walls could feel every inch of my member as it slid in and out of her cave. For me, the best moment is when my dickhead is right at the entrance but still within the pussy. At that particular point, the glans at the tip of the penis makes contact with the edges of the inner labia.

It feels. Fucking. Great.

Yifei’s rejection of my advances would weigh on me as I started my new adventure in Edinburgh. I moped around a bit, and felt especially down when I was on my own.

I had been lucky to secure a room in one of the university halls of residence for my first year. I was even more fortunate that the guys living on the same floor were friendly. It was a mixed hall, and on my block, the floors alternated between all boys and all girls. The dining hall was shared by all. Breakfast and dinner were served.

Aside from the guys in the halls, I also made friends with the Malaysians and Singaporeans studying at various universities in Edinburgh. It was easy enough to introduce myself to them. Aside from sticking out like sore thumbs because of our distinctly non-Scottish looks, the way we spoke English was the great identifier.

Singlish or Manglish, all same lah.

Drinking is an integral part of life in Scotland. I learnt from my Scottish friends to hunt for beer bargains, and explored the world of single malt scotches. The Scots weren’t snobbish either and appreciated Johnnie Walker as much as their prized single malts.

I did a lot of clubbing while I was studying in Scotland. While I was studying in Singapore, it had been hard to go clubbing because I was more focussed on studying, and the friends I hung out with never brought me out with them. In National Service, I went to a few clubs here and there with camp buddies.

Scotland though, was a whole different world of clubbing and pubbing. The night usually began in someone’s room in the halls, where we’d have a couple of cans of beer to get slightly buzzed. Then we would usually do a pub crawl, and took turns buying rounds for each other.

By the time we got to the club, we would have usually downed about 6 pints of beer. And talked a lot of cock. The beer goggles would also be firmly in place, and every half decent looking girl walking past looked like Grade A Prime Rib.

Back then, the club culture was still new to me. I was amazed at all these girls going to the clubs, dressed and made up clearly to get attention. I see it more now in Singapore for sure. Sometimes though, I wonder if it was always like that and I didn’t notice when I was younger.

Clubbing was great therapy for my broken heart. Drinking loosened me up, which made me pour out my woes to my buddies. Then we all agreed that I should not be fucking moping so much, and just explore the sea for more fish. Then I would lose myself to the music and dance the night away, fuelled by alcohol.

I always enjoyed watching the girls strut and shake their stuff on the dancefloor. A naked girl is good, but a girl that’s dressed to kill flaunting what she’s got on the dancefloor can be a great turn on. I never made a move on any of the girls though. Part of it was being hung up on Yifei. Part of it was sheer inexperience.

Before you ask, yes, I was still a virgin at the time. No joke. I made it through NS without losing my virginity.

My first winter in Edinburgh is one I will never forget. The first semester was almost over, and all the clubs were holding special nights to commemorate the end year period.

That night, the week before Christmas vacation began, I met her.