Love-Hate-Betrayal-Regret - Page 19

fd1234 · #**271** 21-11-2013, 08:18 PM

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Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

What what? Besides, you're the only one reading...

So very not true~

emokia · #**272** 22-11-2013, 12:08 AM

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Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

What what? Besides, you're the only one reading...

I too am waiting for ur updates!!

EnigmaofSorrow · #**273** 22-11-2013, 08:26 AM

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Originally Posted by jeroho

I also waiting for your update.

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Originally Posted by fd1234

So very not true~

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Originally Posted by emokia

I too am waiting for ur updates!!

Didn't realise I still had avid readers... lol.

Update coming up...

After my modelling assignment later. Lol.

koebshaq0_0 · #**274** 22-11-2013, 08:28 AM

Can't wait for TS' next update

shinozuke · #**275** 22-11-2013, 11:05 AM

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Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

What what? Besides, you're the only one reading...

This post made me as a silent reader to make a post.

I am waiting for your daily updates everyday too!!

EnigmaofSorrow · #**276** 22-11-2013, 12:19 PM

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Originally Posted by koebshaq0_0

Can't wait for TS' next update

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Originally Posted by shinozuke

This post made me as a silent reader to make a post.

I am waiting for your daily updates everyday too!!

Lol. Ok. Seems like there are lots of silent readers...

gotnotime · #**277** 22-11-2013, 01:13 PM

Don't forget me too

EnigmaofSorrow · #**278** 22-11-2013, 01:22 PM

The first day was mainly orientation. Alex was getting extremely bored. He wondered why the hell he had chosen this Junior College. History, Literature, Economics and Mathematics C was not a subject combination he was confident about. As it is, his first 3 months in XXJC was spent in the Science stream.

He could not wait for the day to end and his first training to start.

Strangely, he had yet to see Jane. He was pretty sure she did well enough to stay in this Junior College, and definitely in the Science stream. Or perhaps she was still pissed at him for abandoning her. They had not talked since that day and the majority of his time was spent training or with Grace. He wanted to talk to her, to apologise, but somehow he could not do so.

Meanwhile, Brenda was restless in class. This Alex guy was somehow affecting her. He was definitely checking her out. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in class, trying to get rid of that strange sensation below. Was Alex using some pheromonal cologne? Why the hell was she feeling horny? No doubt she was already sexually active with her boyfriend, but only on weekends as he was serving the country.

Grace was also struggling in class. Her O level prelims were coming. While she was glad she was not pregnant by the bastard Ben, she was a little worried about having a record with the Institute of Mental Health. She was sure she was not crazy but she definitely needed some help coping. Especially with her sexual addiction. Ben had turned her into sex maniac and she found herself masturbating almost every day. She very much wanted Ben to fuck her again. Hard, just the way she liked it. But he had practically disappeared from the face of the Earth. Even when Alex tried looking for him to make him take some responsibility for his actions, no one knew where he was. Grace was lucky that Christine was aware of what had happened, and acted as her ad hoc counselor whenever she needed someone to talk to. Grace also wanted to patch up with Alex, but she knew that realistically, that was never going to happen.

The seconds ticked by slowly, and Alex could not wait to get on the track again.

After dismissal Alex headed to the gym first as it was still early. Strangely the gym was empty except for an extremely long pair of tanned legs and a very perky butt.

Brenda was there too, probably getting a weights session in before training started. And Alex had caught her just as she was bent over, stretching her calves.

A: Wow. Nice.

Brenda pretended to jump up in surprise. But she had seen Alex enter the gym through the full length mirrors and had held the stretch for longer than required on purpose. Her boyfriend did say before that she had a good body for doggy style.

B: Hey. Don't be so perverted.

A: Who me? What did I do?

B: You were staring at my ass.

A: No I wasn't.

B: Don't bluff.

A: Bluff you got money to take?

B: Haha. Ok. But I know you were looking at my ass.

Alex ignored her and placed his belongings on a bench nearby. He stripped off his uniform top and folded it nicely before rummaging through his bag for his running vest. Brenda's jaw dropped as she admired his well-toned body. She felt the saliva accumulating in her mouth and quickly swallowed it. She could not wait for him to remove his pants.

Thankfully for Alex and sadly for Brenda, he was already wearing his FBT shorts under his pants. Brenda turned away in disappointment and proceeded to stretch her back, raising her hands above her head and thrusting her C cups out. She was hoping that Alex would sneak a glance over but he did not, probably afraid of a potential sexual harrassment complaint.

After packing his uniform into his bag, Alex proceeded to the matted area for his stretching.

As he sat down and tried to touch his toes, he realised that he had not been stretching properly since his last competition which was a couple of months ago. He was now extremely inflexible and stiff.

A: Damn.

B: What?

A: Nothing. Lost some flexibility. Haven't stretched properly in awhile.

Brenda saw her opportunity.

B: I'll help you.

A: What? No it's ok.

But she was already behind him.

B: Spread your legs wider. Stretch your hands out.

A: Look. I know how to- owww... what the fuck...

Brenda cut him off mid sentence and pushed his shoulders all the way forward, her knees gripping onto his hips.

Alex really had not been stretching much.

A: Ow ow ow ow ow. Ok. That's enough.

B: Hold it there and don't move until I say so!

A: What?

Brenda leaned forward and her breast brushed against his back. She slid her hands down his upper arms on the pretext of helping him stretch, but was in fact feeling his triceps.

Alex could feel it, but all he could do was grimace. This bitch was way worse than his previous coach when forcing a stretch. But at least it was boobs pressing against his back and not the knees of his ex coach. Unfortunately, he was really regretting his choice of only wearing his FBTs without briefs. For slowly but surely, little Alex was being awakened from his slumber.

Fthemall · #**279** 22-11-2013, 02:18 PM

Nice one bro! Keep it coming. Any luck with christine?

EnigmaofSorrow · #**280** 22-11-2013, 02:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Fthemall

Nice one bro! Keep it coming. Any luck with christine?

Bro... this is a fictional account.

But since you asked... I guess I could crap something out...

EnigmaofSorrow · #**281** 22-11-2013, 02:47 PM

A: Ow ow ow ow ow ow... stop. I think I pulled something.

B: Don't be a wimp. Just 5 more seconds.

Alex held it here for the required time and breathed a huge sigh of relief when Brenda released him. He did not know if it was because she was absurdly strong, or if he was getting weak.

B: Now stretch your hamstrings.

A: Wait wait. Let me rest for awhile.

B: Wimp.

Brenda forcibly twisted Alex's shoulders to turn him to his left side and forced him forward. He felt a weird pull on his left groin.

A: Owww... fuck. Stop. I think I pulled something.

B: Quit complaining and stretch!

A: No really.

He shrugged her off and lay down, rubbing his thigh.

Brenda went in front of him.

B: Where does it hurt?

She knelt down and grabbed his left thigh.

A: What are you doing?

He pushed her hands away.

B: You're really wimpy for someone who looks so fit and strong.

She grabbed his thigh again and forcefully massaged inwards towards his groin.

A: You don't have to-

He was cut off when she found the offensive spot.

A: Ahh... yes... that's where I think I pulled something.

Brenda smiled and continued rubbing the area.

B: I don't think it's pulled. Just tight. You really need to stretch more.

Alex thought that by engaging her in conversation, she might not notice his erection.

Brenda concentrated on trying to release the knots in his inner thigh.

A: You're pretty good at this.

B: Yup, used to get this all the time.

She continued massaging and her hand "accidentally" brushed against his rod.

B: Woah. What's that hard thing?

Alex blushed.

A: Sorry. Natural reaction.

She brushed against it again.

B: Why is it pointing to the left? I can't massage your leg properly.

A: Err..

Alex was about to shift his dick away when Brenda forcibly removed his shorts.

A: What the??!!!

Brenda gasped as his cock sprang out. It was long, thick, and rippling with veins. She gulped. He was way bigger than her boyfriend. And he was cleanly shaven.

B: Oh my god.

She continued massaging his thigh but was getting distracted by his raging boner.

Alex wanted to find a hole, crawl into it and die. He had never felt so embarrassed before. He had barely introduced himself to this girl, probably a year two senior, and yet little Alex decided to jump the gun and make himself known to her.

Brenda kept her eyes on his twitching stick as she tried her best to continue massaging his thigh. But she was severely distracted.

A: Erm, Brenda?

She snapped out of her daze.

B: Yes?

A: My leg feels better.

B: Oh?

She removed her hands but continued staring at his manhood.

A: Erm. You're sitting on my shorts.

She ignored him and instead, extended a finger and lightly stroked him along the shaft. Alex inhaled deeply.

B: May I?

Alex did not know what she wanted but he nodded anyway.

B: Looks like it needs some relief too.

She circled one hand around the base and the other on top of it. There was still alot of it left. She was truly amazed.

Brenda leaned forward and released a copious amount of saliva from her mouth, letting it coat his dickhead and flow down the shaft before wanking him slowly with both hands. Alex squirmed. No one had touched him like this for a long time.

Through mere wanking alone, Brenda felt herself increasing in wetness down below.

B: Are your hands working?

A: Huh?

B: Touch me.

She grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs, pushing aside the inner lining of her FBTs. She too was not wearing any underwear.

B: Feel that wetness?

A: Yeah.

B: Stick your finger in.

Alex did as he was told. The second his middle finger went in, he felt her pussy tighten. He probed around slightly for the spot, listening carefully for her moans. He felt the juices around his finger increase as he finger-fucked her.

Brenda was getting damn excited. In her mind, Alex was definitely not a virgin from the way he fingered her. He could find all the right spots. Soft moans escaped her lips. Without warning, she got on top of him and pinned her hands above him.

A: Stop! What are you doing?

B: Fuck me Alex.

He struggled.

A: I can't.

B: Why not? You're attached? It's ok I have a boyfriend.

A: I'm single.

B: Then?

A: I'm a virgin.

Brenda released his hands and looked at him in mock horror.

B: You're kidding.

A: No really.

B: Are you some kind of weird Christian? Saving it for marriage?

A: I'm Catholic.

B: So you don't want to have sex?

A: Well....

B: I'll be gentle.

Once again, Alex was thrust into a position where his excellent decision making skills were called into question.

What would he do now?