niceee story. together with your previous stories. it's really well crafted. especially when fbt and syt is involved
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Originally Posted by zachary35
Brother runroader, did you get a masters in erotic literature?? Your works are damn good... From stranded on an island to this. Extremely creative and immersive, keep it kumming bro!
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Originally Posted by Swagelock
Should have become a writer and not an accountant...
no lar. i'm an average guy only. in fact, this story a bit wierd to write from a lady's point of view. but it's an experiment.
really appreciate all the support
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Originally Posted by embraced
such an interesting story! during x-mas will have more updates?
im a hyuna fanboy as well, so this story really turns me on!
That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn't counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown erection. All the while we were chatting and attending to guests at the door, we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did, however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were stuck together in the same costume.
By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts. There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without turning around, "Erm... Max, why don't we go upstairs to change? It is really too hot in here. I'm sure the guests don't mind if we just wear normal clothes for the rest of the party."
He replied, "O... Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi... High tide, haha..."
We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair ticking his hardness.
We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a kid of our parents' friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed. We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making rub against each other.
One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped onto us from behind. We bent forward and almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max's manhood tip was now in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.
We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs closed, I hadn't counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and directly against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.
That wasn't the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female lips and then bumped on my clit again. This time, a shock of pleasure electrocuted me. This time, I squirmed in the costume and unfortunately rubbed my slit even more on his hardness.
In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first, I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, "Stop it Max. You're making things worse. Control yourself."
He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised then that I could not depend on him anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on his side, telling him to wake up form his lust and come back to his senses. I could not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my cheesepie.
To be continued?
But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn't suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.
As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh...”
Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.
Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.
“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.
That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”
It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.
But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn't suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.
As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh...”
Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.
Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.
“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.
That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”
It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.
To be continued?
finish it all and copy paste it and we can enjoy !
06-12-2011, 01:35 PM
