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Good stories, and no offense one thing i have to comment is your english. It pleasant to read compared to the others. Don't flame me.
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Veri nice TS, keep it going.....
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My first time soaking in a bathtub was an interesting one. I remember learning in science that due to osmosis, water gets absorbed into the cells, causing the wrinkly effect, especially at the fingers and toes. Hell, even my dick looked like an alien worm.
We were probably in the tub for around half an hour before Tanya awoke. I brushed her damp hair off her face. Me: Morning. T: Hi. We got up and proceeded to the shower stall. Even the showers of the rich was unique. The shower head was some kind of powerful jet massager, and there was a chair like thing that you could sit on, while strong jets of water pummelled the accupressure points on your back. Me: This is so cool... Tanya looked at me as though I was the old tortoise who had just arrived from the mountain top. In truth, I probably was. Especially in the aspect of pleasuring a woman. I stood under the shower while Tanya hugged me. The jets gave me a revitalising head massage while Tanya gave my other head a revitalising massage. We started frenching again, and Tanya pressed up against me, crushing my erection on my stomach while she rubbed up against it. I tried to imagine what her pussy would feel like with my dick in. With only two fingers, it already felt tight, especially when she squeezed her pussy muscles. Obviously, my dick was bigger than my fingers. While I was fantasizing about sticking my dick in her, Tanya suddenly grabbed the shower head and directed the jets of water at my balls. I got a shock. Me: Woah. T: How does it feel? Me: Weird? T: How so? I use this to masturbate sometimes. Me: Does it work? T: Of course it does! Me: Show me. Tanya sat on the chair thingy and spread her legs. She held the shower head with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. It was an amazing sight. I got a little bolder and placed my erection next to her face, not expecting anything. Tanya took the cue and enveloped my cock. I did not know girls could multi-task this well. Her moans could not escape her mouth as my cock was preoccupying it. Everytime she went deeper, I could feel what I assume to be her vocal chords vibrating everytime she moaned. When she was about to cum, her sucking became more intense, and she even bit down slightly on the sausage. I flinched a little. Then, she came and dropped the shower head and started wanking me. The damn shower head somehow landed under me between my legs, and the jets of water felt like someone was trying to rape my ass. Me: Er, could you turn that off? T: No. She slipped my cock back into her mouth and reached around for the shower head, managing to grab it and aim the jets at my balls. I felt indescribable pain and wondered how she could use the exact same shower head on her clit. However, her soft lips and warm, wet tongue slightly negated the jets effect as I tried to concentrate on the sensations on my dick, instead of the incessant pounding on my balls. Tanya increased the pace of sucking and used her hand as well. Usually, I could cum a few times a day through masturbation, sometimes twice in a row. So I expected to cum again this time. But then she stopped and turned off the shower. My dick deflated like a pricked balloon. T: Let's get into bed. I did not have a towel so Tanya passed me a fresh one from her wardrobe. I dried myself, gingerly around the testicular area as it was sore. I felt quite cheated that I did not get to cum again, but heading to bed probably meant it was time for penetrative sex, and I could not wait. The mere thought of losing my virginity made me horny and my dick responded likewise. I finished drying myself and made my way to the bed fully nude, erection out for all to see. T: I wonder if there's a limit to the number of erections a guy can get in his lifetime. Me: Oh don't worry, this guy will get hard for you anytime. T: Flatterer. I climbed onto the bed. Tanya was in a sitting position. T: Think you can handle real sex? Me: Why not? T: Cos you never did it before? Me: I already came once, should be awhile before I cum again right? The refractory period or something... T: Well, only one way to find out. Tanya pushed me down and straddled me. My dick was already rock hard and there was no need for further stimulation. I wondered if she was lubricated enough for me to enter. She sat on my pole and slid down in one motion. The girl was a walking pussy juice factory. T: Woman-on-top. Sometimes called cowgirl. Let's the girl control the depth of penetration. She started grinding me in a kneeling position. I felt my dickhead hitting something. T: Some girls can cum this way. Direct clitoral stimulation. By the way, you're long enough to hit my cervix. Some girls might not like it as it may hurt. I remained silent as Tanya spoke, trying to remember all the things she was teaching me and commit them to memory. T: Touch me. Me: Where? T: Anywhere. Erogenous zone are preferred. I caressed her breasts and the rest of her body. Tanya continued grinding, our pubic bones clashing every now and then. She started moaning again, and her moans gradually got louder. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them, making me squeeze her breasts harder.Soon I felt familiar contractions down below and the usual spasms began. I knew women could multi-orgasm but this was getting a little ridiculous. Tanya came again. |
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Nice one lah ts
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After catching her breath, Tanya moved into a squatting position and started riding my cock. I was surprised that I could still maintain my erection.
T: I think guys enjoy this more than girls. It doesn't do much for me other than working my thighs. I agreed wholeheartedly as the sensation of Tanya's pussy swallowing my cock brought me to near orgasm. Me: Oh no! We aren't using protection! I stopped her from riding in case I came again. T: Yeah, forgot about that... Me: Er. You're clean right? T: What kind of a question is that? Frankly speaking, I was more worried about catching an STD than getting her pregnant. Me: Erm. It's my first time. T: Yeah I'm clean, and you are definitely clean. Me: Yeah... T: Well, if something happens, you'll know. Me: That's not very comforting... My dick instantly deflated. Me: Very funny... T: Could you not worry so much and enjoy the sex? Me: I'm trying! T: You went soft. Either I'm not not enough for you... Me: I'm distracted. T: Hmm.. Let's see what I can do about that... Tanya got down again and began teasing my dick with her tongue. I did not expect it as my dick was still coated with her pussy juice. T: Think you can get it up for me? Me: Think you can make it hard enough for you? Tanya laughed and went back to attacking my cock, swirling her tongue around the head, licking the shaft and balls. Sure enough, she got my cock standing again. T: Wank yourself to maintain the erection. But not too much otherwise you might cum again... Me: Where are you going? T: Getting the protection you wanted... She retrieved a large cardboard box from her nightstand. In it were many different kinds of condoms. T: I think you need two. To desensitise your dick. Me: Hey, you learnt that from American Pie... T: Haha, yeah. In the end, she did not use 2 condoms on me, but instead used a normal one. She also had flavoured condoms, ribbed ones, ultra-thin etc.. She mounted me again and began riding. Frankly speaking, I would have wanted to do her raw, since I had already entered unprotected. But maybe she was right, I might cum too fast, and even worse cum inside her and get her pregnant. After a few minutes of riding, she got off. T: Change position? Me: Ok. She got down on her knees and bent over, pushing her shapely ass towards me. T: This is called rear-entry or doggie style. Be careful when you insert- In my haste to not lose my erection and get the action started, I accidentally entered the wrong hole... T: Ouch! That was what I was gonna warn you about. Aim for the correct hole. My ass ain't lubricated enough for you to enter... Me: Sorry... T: Maybe if you could get it hard again later... I located the correct hole and entered. It was then that I realised that the different positions actually made a difference to the sensations I felt on my dick. I pumped for a few minutes to the melodic strains of her moaning. Me: I think I prefer the cowgirl... T: Hey it gets tiring for girls too ok? Don't be lazy... Me: Never mind... I continued thrusting again. Me: Can we change position? This is getting boring... T: Ok. She lay down on her back and spread her legs. T: Missionary position. The most basic. I entered and leaned over to french her. T: There are variations to his position too. Try while you're sitting up. I did. It felt the same. T: Now put my legs on your shoulder. I did. It too felt the same. But somehow, Tanya's moans got louder. I stopped thrusting after awhile. Me: You enjoyed that more. Why? T: That gives deeper penetration. Now try thrusting upwards but not too deep. I tried. Tanya was getting quite high. She tweaked her nipple with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. T: Ahhh... Yes... Ohhh.... You're.... stimulating..... the g-spot.... this way... I stopped, intending to torture her, knowing how much she liked it. She slapped my chest. T: Don't stop! Me: I can't feel much... T: Are you saying my pussy is loose? Me: No... Maybe it's the condom... T: Take it off it you dare then... I resumed thrusting again, contemplating if I should remove the condom. Tanya continued to pleasure herself as I hit her g-spot. Then I stopped again. T: HEY!!! I removed the condom and re-entered. The condom really did make a difference. I could actually feel how wet and warm her pussy was and her contractions felt more intense. T: FUCK ME!!!!!! I thrust hard and fast. Intent on making her cum again. It seemed to be working but I too felt a familar build up in my balls. T: Don't cum in me! I continued thrusting until I felt like it was the point of no return. I withdrew and climbed onto her stomach while jerking off. I decided to try to emulate Peter North. I tried to hold in the first shot while masturbating slower. It worked. Kind of. The first stream shot out at full speed and landed on her face, hitting her hair and right eye. She managed to rub it off. T: Please aim before you shoot. The next stream was less forceful but still quite substantial and it landed on her neck and boobs. She continued rubbing her clit and even fingered herself. I tried for the thrid shot. My dickhead felt like it was on fire and my legs were wobbly. My heart was threatening to jump out of my chest and my balls seemed to have retreated back into my body. But I wanked hard, trying to release the demon inside. The third shot was rather disappointing. Instead of shooting out and landing on Tanya, semen dribbled out of my dick instead as I collapsed in exhaustion, legs shaking badly. Then I realised that Tanya was using the same hand that wiped the cum from her eye to finger herself. Me: Erm, you're getting my sperm inside... T: Oh. Opps. Then she ignored me, and continued rubbing her clit with her cum stained hand. I lay down beside her and we started frenching again, despite my cum being in close proximity to my face. She grabbed my cum-coated dick and started wanking me again. I thought I was going to die. Soon, Tanya screamed as her lower body convulsed violently. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them, pinching her nipples. She sighed. T: You came alot, my virgin boy. Me: Very funny. T: How are you going to fuck my ass later? Me: Erm. I'm not? T: You almost did... You'll like it. It's very tight... Me: I doubt I can. Besides, my sperm is in your pussy. Maybe we should stop first? T: Haha. It's the safe period now. I'm pretty sure about it. I had no idea what a safe period was. Me: You sure? T: Yeah. Me: But I think I can't cum again. Let's wash up. And aren't we going out later? T: Yeah. What do you wanna do? Me: I don't know. T: Ok, we'll discuss it later. Me: Sure. We headed to the bathroom to wash up, but not before Tanya treated me to a porn-worthy sight of her rubbing the cum on her breasts all over her body, and licking the remnants of the cum on her face off her fingers. I felt myself getting aroused again. |
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Btw, you're getting me arouse too... I mean from your sexciting story...
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TS, your stories rock man, I've read the story from page one and I can tell you, its awesome. Your writing is great and very detailed, in fact, I can imagine it happening. I wonder how you remember these moments. Bro, she is not the one that's blessed. Your dick is above average, you are not bad looking too (judging from how the Eurasian girl thought of you), plus you have great self-restraint, not like most sex-maniacs in this forum. I think I should start working out at the gym too. All the best and don't stop!
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Huhu tanya babe.... TS fast cont for the next staff... XD
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Thanks for the feedback bros. I'm currently overseas. Will update when I'm back. Till then, happy wanking!
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Come back quickly TS. We will miss you !!!
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Looking forward to it bro ! Have a safe trip, cheers ..............
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Well, in the end, I did not manage to fuck Tanya's ass, no matter how tight she said it was.
After the shower, we changed and headed to Orchard Road, had a late lunch at Swensen's and caught a movie. It was one of those lame shows that I cannot even remember the title. I think it was Scary Movie or something. After that, we had coffee at Starbucks and headed home separately. I did not contact Tanya after that and neither did she contact me. Eventually, she left Singapore without saying goodbye and I have not heard from her since, except when I added her on Facebook about a year back and saw that she was married with a kid. How time flies. What Tanya did to me was not just taking my virginity, or teaching me the basics of sex, but she awakened the sexual demon within me. I felt horny all the time, and despite being totally worn out from my gym sessions, I felt the urge to masturbate everyday. I often look back and wonder how many trees I killed, judging by the amount of tissues was in my trash can. Anyway, the experiences with Tanya also made me look at girls in a different light. It made me aware that they were horny creatures as well, and they had sexual needs to be fulfilled. My previous impression was that they were all prim and proper, and dirty jokes or sexual connotations should not be used when around them. My next encounter was with a girl whom I noticed kept hanging around the stadium whenever there was Track and Field trainings. I paid no attention to her as she was probably ogling at the runners, who were mostly tall and lean, unlike the throwers, like myself, who were starting to look like minature bodybuilders. This happened for quite a few weeks but I totally ignored it, preferring to train hard for the upcoming Sports Day. I had enrolled for 3 individual and 1 team event, namely, Discus, Javelin, Long Jump and 4x100m relay. My class, as well as the Arts Stream had high hopes for me as a medal prospect, as well as to bring up the name of the Arts Stream, which had for a long time, been branded as Drama Kings and Queens, and not having much talent in the sporting arena. I wanted to prove a point, having gathered a couple of guys and girls who were not in Track and Field, but whom I felt had a relatively good chance of winning points for the Arts Stream. I trained with them on my off days from my regular training and we had a good chance. I was even made Captain of the Arts Team, usually such an honour was given to a Year Two student. Sports Day came and went, and the Arts Stream gave a good showing. We did not manage to pip the Science Stream for the overall championship, but we managed podium finishes for Discus, Javelin, Long Jump, Triple Jump, High Jump and the 4x100m relay. I had gotten Bronze for Long Jump and Javelin, and the Gold for Discus. My relay team did not finish due to an unfortunate disqualification, but I took satisfaction in the fact that almost the entire school were shocked when I took the gold for Discus, despite the two Science Stream representatives, two huge guys, way huger then me, both Year Two students, and school throwers for that matter, being the favourites for the event. I guess it was really technique over size and strength. Even the Track and Field Teacher-in-charge came up to me after the event and admitted that he did not think I had a chance over his senior throwers. There was no rivalry however, and I started training with the seniors after Sports Day, having been made to train with the Year Ones previously. But back to the story. I continued training after Sports Day and some of my Arts team had even joined Track and Field, most likely for the CCA points, especially with the prospect of representing the school. After training one Friday, I noticed that the girl who was always at the stadium was still there. It was already getting dark and the runners had mostly finished their training and had hit the showers. I grabbed my sports bottle and went to prepare my protein shake. I was at the water-cooler when I felt her presence behind me. Girl: Hi. I jumped. Me: Hey, you scared me. G: Sorry. Me: You need a drink? I thought I was hogging the water-cooler. G: Nope. Just thought I would say hi. Me: Oh. Ok. Hi then. G: I'm Charmaine. Me: I'm Enigma. We shook hands. Me: So you waiting for your boyfriend? C: Nope. I don't have a boyfriend. Me: Really? A pretty girl like you? Under the dim light, I noticed her features. She was not very, tall, not very curvy, but had a cute face, with big eyes, and a dimpled smile that could melt ice. Me: Waiting for your girlfriend then? C: Haha. Not really. I'm actually here to support Amanda. Amanda was one of the Year Two Arts girls whom I was training with for Long Jump. She had joined Track and Field after Sports Day. Me: Oh. I see. Well, we just finished. She should be changing now. C: I know. Me: The female changing rooms are on the other side of the block. C: I know that too. Me: So why are you here? C: I just thought I would say hi. And maybe get to know you? That was direct. Me: Haha. ok. So you're in Arts too? C: Nope. I'm from Science. Amanda's been my best friend since Primary School. Me: Wow. You two been in the same school since then? C: Yeah. Same class all the way until now. I tried to recall how many friends I had like this. None. C: I was amazed that she joined Track this year. She's usually more into Sea Sports and ODAC. That would explain Amanda's perpetual tan, and impressively toned body. Me: I see, how about you? C: I was in Sea Sports for awhile and now I'm an inactive member. Year Two is abit tough to juggle sports and studies. Me: I see. C: And Amanda did mention that the junior coaching her was quite hot... Me: Who me? No la.. I kind of blushed. C: And I heard the motivational talks you gave the team after training. I'm impressed. Me: It's nothing really. C: Anyway, would you like to hang out sometime? Me: Sure, why not? She asked for my mobile phone and I gave it to her. She keyed in her mobile number, saved it and passed the phone back. C: Anyway, I'm going to meet Amanda for dinner. We'll catch up soon? Me: Yeah, why not. She smiled demurely and left. I finished up my protein shake and looked at my phone. She had saved her number with the name 'Charmaine =p'. How cute. I had never gone out with older girls before, and this one was practically asking me out. I decided to give it a shot soon. I headed off to the changing room for a much needed shower. |
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go go go, bro! keep up the updates!
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I did not know what to expect if I decided to go out with Charmaine.
We had coffee a few times, went to see a few movies, went out for dinner, stuff like that. It was more like friendly dates. The sex monster in me was trying to get out, and I was struggling to keep it in. Charmaine was a quiet girl, cute, demure, gentle, shy, possibly a virgin. If I were to try any funny, it might be viewed as rape, so I decided to take it slow. Besides, the mid-year exams were approaching, and we did not go out as much as she needed to study. Furthermore, it was not as it we were a couple, but merely a guy and a girl who went out on dates quites a few times. In any case, I had my collection of porn and my left and right hands to keep me occupied. After the mid-year exams, Charmaine called me up and asked if I wanted to go out. We made a date for Friday night and planned to catch a midnight movie. I met up with her at Orchard Cineleisure that night. She was dressed simply, but sexily, in a one-piece sleeveless dress with a cardigan. Her hair, usually tied into a pony-tail, was let down. Me: Hi sexy babe. What do you wanna watch? She blushed. C: I don't know. Let's see what's available? Me: Ok. Either due to bad luck or bad timing, everything was either sold out or selling fast, and we decided not to watch a movie. Me: So what do you want to do? C: Let's go clubbing? Me: Seriously? C: Not really. I don't like clubbing. Me: Me neither. C: Then what do you want to do? Against better judgement, I wanted to say that we should go somewhere and have sex, but I decided not to. Me: Wanna play pool? C: Don't know how to play. Me: LAN games? C: Not interested. Me: Supper? C: Not really hungry. I was getting a little tired. There did not seem to be anything she wanted to do. Me: Let's go home then. C: And waste the night? Me: Well, I suggested things that we could do, but you rejected them all. C: Sorry, exams just ended. I want to destress. Me: Ok, so tell me what you want to do? C: I like going to the beach. Me: Ok, so let's go to the beach. C: Actually, I have a class chalet at Pasir Ris. Do you want to come? Me: Er. Who's going to be there? C: My classmates? Me: And what's happening at the chalet? C: I don't know. I didn't want to go. Not really close to my classmates. Me: But now you want to go? C: It's near the beach... I think they're having a barbecue or something. We could chill somewhere nearby... Me: Well, if you want to beat the midnight charge, we better get a cab soon. C: Er, no need. I drove. I was momentarily stunned. Me: You drive? Just got your license? You're 18 already? C: Actually, I'm 19. Me: How's that possible? Year Twos are usually 18... She looked at me as though I was dumb or something. C: I was from Normal stream. Me: Oh... So that probably explained why she was not close to her classmates, given the one-year age gap, which was not much, but perhaps it was an inferiority complex that stemmed from being from the Normal stream while the rest of her classmates were from Express that made her withdrawn and not feel like part of the group. We walked to her car. Me: So anyway, where did you find parking in Orchard on a Friday night? C: Cairhill. Me: Cunt-hill? She giggled at my reference to slang of female genitalia. C: Cairnhill. It's behind Heeren. Me: Oh. I never realised that there was such a place. C: When you drive, you'll find out about such places. I decided to try my luck. Me: So do you bring guys to dark areas in your car to make out? She giggled again, but I could tell she was blushing. C: No. It's my brother's car. And I don't have a boyfriend. Me: Never did? C: Just two. In Secondary School. Me: Are you a virgin? She appeared shocked at my straightforward question, but answered anyway. C: No... Inwardly, the sex demon was cursing that he was not going to have any virgin blood, but thankfully, the more composed part of my brain managed to overcome that nasty thought. Me: I see. C: I've heard stories about you... Me: Stories? They're just rumours... C: Really? I thought I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice. We reached the car and got in. It was a black Hyundai Accent. I was thinking how old her brother was to be driving a family sedan. She drove out of the car park and got onto the expressway. I decided to flirt with her and see if I could turn her on with just words. Me: Which rumours have you heard? C: Lots. Me: Like? C: You have many girlfriends? Me: Nope. Just one. A long time ago. C: You chase girls from all over the place? Me: Haha! That's new. Even I never heard of that... C: You have had orgies with girls from school? Me: HAHA! Now why would anyone want to say that about me? C: So you're telling me none of the rumours are true? Me: If they were true, and I'm a sex maniac, why would you go out with me? C: Hmm. That's true. I don't know. I find you intriguing I guess. Me: Ok. That's new. C: So you are a virgin? Me: That can't be a rumour right? Considering all the other rumours you just told me. C: Just asking... Me: You want to deflower me? C: Haha! Nope. Just wondering how experienced you are. They also say you have a big-" Me: Muscles? Brain? Heart? C: Er. Never mind. Forget I asked. Me: You seem disappointed. C: No no. We're just friends right? Friends shouldn't be discussing these things. Me: Oh. I thought we were more than that. Aren't we like dating? C: I don't know. I really shouldn't have a boyfriend now. Especially with the A levels coming up... Me: Well, we could just fuck and be friends! C: You horny bastard! Me: Sorry. Kidding. C: It's ok. I've got 3 brothers. We talk like this often. Me: Really? You discuss sex with them? C: Not sex per se. But sometimes we just talk. About stuff. Me: I see. C: So are we still going for the chalet? Me: Why not? Unless you have other plans for me... She took the hint. C: We'll just go and see what's happening, then go to the beach ok? Me: Anything you say babe. I wondered what was in store for me as she drove towards the chalet. My indecent fantasies caused a familiar stirring in my pants, in anticipation of some action later that night. |
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