Many thanks for the interest in my earlier thread on my SIL. For bros who had contributed with encouraging feedbacks and inspiring messages for me to pen further, I am more than happy to have the next story especially dedicated to all of you, hope you like it!
Disclaimer:- Please note that this is a 100% untrue and fictional story with the sole objective of keeping good bros here occupied and entertained! for brothers who wishes only to read real-life experiences, kindly ignore this thread, thank you
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Cheers and Happy Bonking!
Aisha, My Malay Friend
Part 1
I was born 1970 and was brought up in Sembawang. My father owned a vast piece of land inherited from my belated grandparents. Though we had a relatively huge land, the built-in area that had sheltered us was very kampong type; made mostly of wooden plank, zinc roof, cement flooring and water resource was from well. We had rambutan trees, durian trees, jack fruit trees and a decent size self made cement pond… in it all the rojak fishes; guppies, oscar, even fighting fishes.
I had no short of activities during those days, almost everyday I would comb my ‘territory’ with a tree trunk which I imagined as a sword, climbing trees for fruits, catching fighting spiders, collecting red ants, houseflies and even burning rats out of trap cage was quite normal.
Unlike present times, the neighborhood back then doesn’t really fence up their properties (maybe it was too costly to fence up, I really don’t know), as for us we just used loose wire fencing which went rusty (no plastic coatings) easily and my dad would use wood stripes to repair damaged holes on the fences over the years.
Living next to us on a smaller plot of land was a Malay family; the man of the household was a tall and stout Malay guy name Musa, in his mid 30s whom I later knew was a sailor working in a oil bunkering company (those days marine jobs were most common). His wife was a pretty and feminine Chinese in her early 30s called Rita. They had 3 kids, all girls; Aisha (born 1974), Susanna (born 1982), Jescinta (1983). Aisha and her sisters were born with an age gap of some 8 years apart.
I remember on festive, our both families would exchange well wishes and shared food and fruits. I was then around 11 yrs old while little Aisha, 7yrs old; she was the only daughter then. I shared a lot time playing only with Aisha as I was the only kid in my family. Aisha didn’t come from a financially rich background, her father doesn’t make much from his job and so she was mostly playing with my available toys, paper balls and all kinds of kampong games including playing with mud on rainy days. Probably due to these, Aisha had developed a tom-boyish character since young.
Several months later on an evening around 9pm, Aisha came to my house weeping, rubbing her eyes with her arm horizontally and was mumbling, “kor kor Kingston…help! “. On seeing Aisha, I quickly dashed to her, “why cry, what happened?” I asked. “areeeeh…areehh” Aisha continued crying. “tell kor kor what happened?” I again asked. “Papa beat Mama… areeeh areeh” she cried out. Without asking further, I held Aisha’s hand and ran to her house to investigate. At her home’s main door, I signaled Aisha with index finger on my lips for her to be quiet while I attempt to listen for commotion inside. Aisha then led me tugging my hand, tip toeing and bending our bodies (even though far from the window’s height, Aisha still bended her body, I guess it must be natural reflexes hahaha) under the windows moving to the one belonging to her parents room. Pointing to the room from the outside wooden plank wall Aisha told me, “you see, tell em don’t… fight, Aisha scare!” almost crying again as she mumbled. I didn’t use that window because I was also scared but went to the smaller side window instead.
(the following description is by an ignorant 11 yrs old kid)
Hearing some noises made by Musa, I slowly inched my head up the window. When I finally got sight of the room inside; lighted only by a conventional yellowish bulb, I was surprised that what Aisha told me wasn’t true. What I saw seems to be more like Aisha’s mother Rita attacking her father instead, and he was kind of suffering with regular protesting groans and swaying of head in helpless manner. I stood there motionless getting my ignorant mind to figure out what exactly was happening.
Musa was sitting at the edge of his bed facing the other window. His hands were resting on the bed while Rita was on the floor. Rita was a slim Chinese lady standing at around 163cm tall and weighs only 43-45kg, a pretty sweet looking chinese. On that evening, she had her hair bundled up, wore a baggy white singlet with a flora sarong and was sticking her head deep into Musa’s loosen sarong. There was quite a severe movement made by Rita inside the sarong that had probably caused Musa all the agony, I thought. Not long after, I saw Rita raising her hands to release Musa’s sarong, it was then that I noticed Rita swallowing something deep, belonging to the body of Aisha’s father. Being an 11 yr old, I did not know what was going on, slowly Rita was releasing a meat rod from her mouth; quite a big one like a cucumber. Rita kept going in and out of the meat slowly and constantly making noises coming from her throat “nnng..hah, nnng..hah”, I could see the meat only gotten harder but Rita never seems to be excited, just continued at the same speed, slowly and deeply, closing her eyes most of the time…
To be continued…
Wow another story cooking. Wished i could up you bro, but not enough power….
Think you scored A1 in compo writing. Made the teachers go horny hahaha
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Originally Posted by
LeonKoh
Wow another story cooking. Wished i could up you bro, but not enough power….
Think you scored A1 in compo writing. Made the teachers go horny hahaha
i hope you are not a teacher though, else i certainly fear for my son’s ’education'!
joking la
enjoy it Teacher and have fun! cheers
Thanks bro …. you the good, can even come out with fictitious story …. haha can be scriptwriter liao ,….. U.S. writer’s strike, maybe you can apply …
Welcome back bro! Have been anticipating your Aisha story..we’ll b in for some great steaming action!
Thanks for yr effort in sharing yr story.
Cheers
Badboy
Part 2
This continued for few minutes until Musa finally placed his hand on Rita’s head, sat up straight and added strength by pressing on Rita’s head for deeper and yet faster movements. To me, this time it seems Musa was really the bad guy; imposing on and bullying Rita, I was confused!
This very moment I heard soft noises made by Aisha, she had managed to find a stool and was watching what I saw next to me. Quietly she asked me, “Papa beat mama?” with a worried look. I then assured her by saying, “Papa body got snake, mama helping Papa sayang the snake, so no fighting, you go, I tell you later!”. Believing me totally, naïve little Aisha muttered,”ohh snake… I scare, I go TV” then slowly stepped down and left the dark corridor into the main door while I stood in total darkness background filled with insects and lizard noises coming from surrounding trees and grasses.
When I turned my head back to the room, Musa was already reaching down to pull up Rita’s singlet. Slowly Rita’s naked body and breast emerged, for me it was the first sight of a woman breast. Rita has rather small perky breast with a nice erected brownish nipple just like a bean. I could see her breast bounce while she did the swallowing of ‘snake’ in faster movements. Then Musa reach down to squeeze her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipples before Rita makes funny moaning noises.
Musa next lifted Rita up and removed her sarong, beneath it she was bear. With her sarong dropping to the floor, I could recall vividly Rita’s complete body, clearly good cleavage, B-cup tits, slim body with visible lower ribs, firm flat tummy, beautiful and snow white skin with firm non-muscular calves and thighs (this image has etched into my memory clearly to be described today). At an angle, her bush looks thick and her pussy lineage was clearly at sight. Even at only 11, I was already swallowing saliva.
Rita then crawls slowly to the bed and position herself like an animal with her bare butt cheek facing up. Musa stood up helping his wife and slowly I saw him held his straight ‘snake’ and let ‘it’ into Rita’s butt. With a pulled on Rita waist backwards, his ‘snake’ just suddenly disappeared infront of my eyes, I was then really impressed!
Next I saw Musa holding Rita’s hips and was making front and back movements while both of them made funny noises like crying and also like begging for mercy. The ‘snake’ at this juncture looks less like a snake but more like a decent size broken tree trunk I would used to poke into holes by the beach on low tide digging for crabs. But Musa was much stronger and more experience with using his ‘trunk’, he would have his entire body muscle contracted, applying a lot of energy and strength for every single poke he made inside Rita and Rita would cry louder and louder. Then when Musa was like suddenly yelling, he would move his body even faster and harder, banging on Rita’s butt like he was striking a nail with a hammer. Rita whole body shake like there was earthquake, her head swing like mad woman and was literately screaming with ironic words, “faster abang…harder… wowwww wet…&–itc-hy…itchy..cuming… cuming arghhhh” as both of them yell like mad people and their body tightly connected. Musa yelled “ohhhhh…” before his body suddenly stopped, paused and then slowly there were gentler and weaker bangs on Rita’s backside while both of them struggle with heavy breath. Again whatever had seen visibly suffering to me; Rita’s pleasurable words confused me!
That was my first time seeing an adult female’s body and also first for an intercourse!
To be continued…
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Originally Posted by
luvuass
Bro, I think u can go n join MediaCorp n be a part time script writer. Their shows are rubbish.
Beside being a script writer, maybe he can write his own novel. It will be a best selling novel.
Part 18
After that faithful night, my relationship with Aisha could truly be classified as ‘complete’. From then on, she would gradually change herself into a more timid, feminine character and was seldom wearing pants, mostly skirts; infact her dressing improved so much she got sexier and sexier. In her early twenty, Aisha was like a moving attraction, everywhere I brought her, she wins lots of attention and head turnings not only from guys, girls were the same.
Aisha told me, “Kor, guide me to be a complete girl you like and teach me what is making love starting again from point zero, can?”
We became steady and for the next many months we were glued as a loving pair, going movies, shopping, beach tanning, swims, mountain climbing (bukit timah hill lah), some drinking session in disco etc. Every now and then Aisha would stay over at my place, initially started from only weekends to gradually almost 3-4 nights a week; from sleeping in the guestroom to gradually sleeping only in my room. My cabinet was slowly filling with her laundry; her dresses, her casual wear and lingerie and even kotex and condoms of course; even my parents had acknowledged and accepted her as part of us. Although already a pair, I still haven’t got a chance to visit Aisha’s home which Aisha told me she would arrange.
As for our sex life, since the last ‘acceptance’ intercourse, we truly tried again making love from point zero. We started to explore more then kissing, licking and caressing which Aisha was quite familiar even in her lesbian days. I guided and did more advantageous pussy licking, taught her deep throat penis sucking, balls teasing with sucks, 69, intercourse in missionary positions (legs over shoulder, legs wrapped around waist, legs to the side, legs wide apart), doggie, and intercourse with her against the wall and also with her seated on my dressing table. Throughout the experiences, Aisha was overwhelmed with thrills and anxiety, gradually learning to be a very good sex partner with absolute chemistry. Amongst all the positions, Aisha loves doggie best, I remember each time I bonk her in that posture, she would definitely have obvious saliva dripping from her mouth to the bed. Yes, that much saliva; that horny! As a young couple, we fucked regularly and she loves my dick in action!
To be continued…
Part 19
We went to a pub/ktv at the 2nd floor of Central Square on Aisha’s off day on a Thursday night. The Pub was housed in a relatively new building and was situated without many patrons above a movie threatre. There, on a promotional night we ordered two jugs of beer and were entertaining ourselves with chats, fun making of each other and playing 5-10 while we poured bubbly beer into our throat.
Close to mid-night, near finishing the two jugs, Aisha ordered 2 additional turkila pop and before the drinks arrive, she suddenly turned teasing, kissing me without me being ready and sucked my mouth before going to my ear to whisper, “Kor… I am WET!” in a slow soft high pitch voice and then gave a cheeky grin so horny it was not ‘Come Fuck Me’ but more like ‘I Wanna Fuck You’! kind of look.
“you… you little…horny kitten!” I told her as I started laughing while she giggled, “you don’t want ah?” then swiftly reached her hand to my slowly swelling little Kingston and jerked it from outside my zip. “see I know you are hard also” Aisha said with purpose and giggled on, “…let’s fuck wildly tonight, want?” she continued saying with her tongue playfully sticking out of her lightly ajar lips; doing a lick sign and simultaneously her eyes turns electrifyingly horny. I trembled with my heart pounding fast and all my blood rushing down to ‘develop’ little Kingston.
The drinks came and we quickly poured the small but highly intoxicating liquor into our system while I asked for the bill. Aisha then told me she would go to the restroom and asked me to meet her there when I am done with the payment. The corridor (for brothers whom had visited the joint would know) leading to the toilets was some distance away and because it was new it was almost deserted.
When I reached the restroom after walking for some 2-3minutes, Aisha was already waiting for me outside the toilet, wearing a bright yellow tight tube top without bra (her face, neck, shoulders and partial chest all red from drinking) and a denim mini skirt, black sorting and black high heels she stood with her body leaning against the wall, resting from the intoxication; her eyes looks extremely lusty.
To be continued…
Part 20
Suddenly Aisha tugged my hand and led me into the ladies, “come in Kor, I show you something” she said eagerly as I followed. I was surprise to find an unusually huge toilet inside with as many as 12-15 cubicles and the place was very clean and well maintained just like those you would find in 5-6 star hotel lobbies. “dar-linggg— what so special about this toi—let” I asked, as Aisha walked me to the last cubicle. Then with her fingers pointing inside she winked cheekily and grinned playfully, it was then I knew what Aisha had in mind. I giggled then said, ‘here? You are crazy—tonight…” before I could finish she dashed over, held my cheek and started frenching me before guiding our bodies into the cubicle.
Aisha locked the door and stared deep into my eyes while extending her hands to unbuckle my belt, pants and underwear, while I conveniently with little effort pull out her yellow tube top. Aisha’s entire body was pinkish red as a result from the drinks and her glorious twin blossoms were already firmly harden with her tiny nipple erected. The sight was so stimulating, my little Kingston was no longer little, it inched up to it’s fullest with the red head pointing directly at Aisha’s face. The pointing was like ‘it’s you, I want!”
With a hand on my shoulder Aisha tap for me to sit on the covered wc bowl (the whole cubicle interior was clean and like new), slowly she lowered her body while never leaving her sight from my eyes, she held my hungrily awaiting solid hard penis and gradually widen her mouth to accommodate it fully into her warm wet mouth. She sucked my cock like a lollipop; constantly looking up at me with those ‘I wanna fuck you’ looks and was making those tasty salivaish noises while popping her head up and down, with her hair and perky tits bouncing along.
To be continued…