Janice Part 2 - Lady in the rain

Janice Part 2 - Lady in the rain
By ssc
Taken from here.

I waited for my colleague after I have alighted from the bus. To give myself something to do without needing to turn around to face the bus, I put on my jacket so that I no longer have to hold it in my hands when we walk to the office. I'm still a little bit embarrassed about sitting on the man's nose and did not want to let him see my face.

My colleague tapped me on the shoulder and we walked to the office together. I thanked her for telling me to cover up, she eyed my low-cut top and raised an eyebrow, telling me to be careful. I laughed it off, both of us knowing that I often dress sexily. Working in the busy banking district, I do not want to look too dull and boring, what with all the pretty girls in the banking sector.

The air was still as warm and humid as before I had boarded the bus so I am glad I did not have to walk far before reaching the air-conditioned comfort of the office lobby. I'm wearing a pair of pin-striped, tight-fitting pair of pants that show my bum very nicely. The vertical lines follow my curves and show contour lines. I had learnt about contour lines in my secondary school Geography lessons and found them fascinating; no doubt guys who had been through the army can appreciate contour lines more. The lines are further apart where my bum is rounder and closer together at my legs, so my shape can also be seen. During the day, I realised that the guys in office ogled at my rear more than usual. Admiring my contour lines? The thought of that delights me.

Lunch time! I went for lunch with the usual group as usual. Squeezing into the lift, I brushed my bum against someone, I don't know who it is and did not notice much at that time since such accidents are frequent. Nobody pay much attention to them. When more people entered the lift at the next storey, we moved further in. One of my male colleagues stepped in and stood behind me. The door opened at ground floor and as we shuffled out, his hand knocked into my butt and I tried to twist to one side to avoid his hand. I pretended that I did not notice of course, it would not be nice to complain about such a small thing, but I could not help but notice that such "accidents" happen more often when I wear tight pants. Is it that I'm more sensitive when I'm wearing a g-string and pants? The material on my bum is less thick. Or is it just my imagination? I don't know, I had felt it with more than one colleague.

Where to go for lunch today? We decided to take the bus 2 stops down to one of our favourite eating spots. I was hungry after a busy morning and soon forgot how my clothes were following all my curves until I did not notice people ogling at me until I had finished eating. No matter, with good food in my tummy I feel more able to handle such things. The tropical weather changes very quickly, dark clouds were gathering while we were queuing up. We took quite some time since the queues were long and we hurridly made our way back to the bus stop after eating. Unless we hurry, we will need an umbrella soon! I had not brought my jacket out for lunch since it was such a hot day, and I did not want to get wet today when I'm wearing white and the material is so thin. Without my jacket I know that I will be giving quite a free show.

We made it to the bus stop before the downpour started, but not before our bus came. Oh stupid tropical weather! So hot one moment, flash flood the next! And I could not really afford to wait out the storm because I had to attend a meeting after lunch and needed to prepare for it. After alighting from the bus I had to run across 2 roads to reach my office and the rain got heavier as I ran. I dared not run too fast for fear of slipping and falling on the wet and slippery ground, and narrowly missed the spray that a speeding taxi threw up when it struck a puddle of water at the road side. Nevertheless, I was quite soaked by the time I reached my office block, and so were all my colleagues.

The security guard who was sitting behind his desk stared at us, all wet from head to toe, and I could feel his gaze stopping at me. No mirror in the lobby, so I could not see, but I know I must be quite a sight : wet t-shirt, thin bra, perky boobs, breathing hard. He could probably see the shapes of my breasts as they go up and down. I turned away but that would be to face my male colleagues, so I crossed my arms and turned the other way, but with my arms folded across my chest, they are just under my boobs and pulled at the fabric of my top, making my nipples even more prominent. Yes, my nipples are starting to erect now in the cold lobby air-con and getting sensitive. My wet top is sticking to me like a second skin, and I could feel the cold wind all over my body. I put my hands down and tried to hide myself behind my only female colleague in the lobby. That will teach me to always eat with the guys! About time I spent more time with the ladies! I'm tall for a girl and my colleague could not hide me totally.

The lift had mirrors and I found myself looking at my reflection to see how visible my nipples are. Wonder if anybody else noticed me looking at myself! My colleagues pretended not to notice how wet and revealing my clothes got. At least they were good enough to do that! Some of us went to the toilets to try and dry ourselves as best as we could before returning to the office. I was surprised to find water gathered in my bandeau bra! Some water flowed down when I lifted the bottom part, the water having been trapped between my boobs and are not as cold as what I squeeze out from my top. I did not squeeze too hard for fear of stretching and spoiling the material, and anyway it was the quick-drying type. I was more worried about my bra trapping water and drying slowly. I have sensitive skin and the wet material plastered to my boobs will leave rashes eventually. The last thing I want is to have rashes on my beautiful and precious breasts!

The hot-air from the hand-dryer helped a bit, but I could dry only the side by letting the hot air blow the side of my boobs. I tried to let it blow down my cleavage to reach the bottom of my bra but the air is too hot! I almost scalded the sensitive skin on my boobs! How on earth am I going to dry the bottom part? I do not have all day! Well my pants are thin and dry fast, and my g-string holds even less water. I did not wear my g-string pantyliner today since it was a very hot day, so I did not have to dispose of it. I wore slippers today and it can handle some water. My body heat will dry up my clothing very quickly, except for my bra, so my problem is reduced to getting the bra dry. Oh well, take it out, I suppose. I stepped into a cubicle to remove my top and bra and put my top back on again. This is bad. How did the short run in the rain soak up so much water in my bra? Could have been the low-cut top, I suppose. The opening scooped up more water and channeled it all to my bra.

I stepped out of the cubicle and looked at myself in the mirror. If anything, I looked worse because now my erected nipples were more visible than ever. The dark area around my nipples could be seen clearly as well under the damp top, and when I shook my body they wobbled. What a sight for my colleagues! I would be safe once I reach my desk and put on my jacket, but I have to be careful not to let anyone see me on the way back. I can try to dry the bra first and maybe I can put it back on after that. No luck, the hand-dryer is just beside the door and I could be seen by anyone passing by the toilet since this door is always kept open to help keep the floor dry. Now, I am very sure I do not want to let my male colleagues see me drying my bra here!

The best that I could do was to wring it dry as much as possible, and then to tuck in under my arm, cross my arms and sneak back to my desk. I made sure I know how to cross my arm so as to hide my nipples. Instead of folding them across my chest, I bent them into a V shape with the elbows pointing down and held onto my upper arms with my hands as though I am very cold. In this pose I could hide my nipples behind my upper arms.

There are 3 routes back to my desk and I made sure to take the route that usually have the least people, but it passes by the manager's office. Well, the safest route is also the most dangerous, it is because it passes his office that everyone avoids it and thus it is the safest. Nobody in his office! Maybe he is still stuck outside in the rain! Just as I thought I am out of danger, he came from around the corner and I almost knocked into him! In my surprise I threw up my hand and dropped my bra, but managed to catch it before hitting the floor and I quickly stepped around him and continued to my desk sheepishly, not daring to look at him. Did he notice my nipples? Maybe he was looking at how my hair was dripping water and did not see my nipples. Fat hope! I'm sure he saw. I cursed silently under my breath. Oh well, stuff my wet bra into my handbag and start preparing for the meeting. Too late to do anything now, hope he does not call me into his office to tick me off for my attire. I put on my jacket and continued working. Hot water helped warm me up from within.

I made it through the meeting and the rest of the day, my clothes dried by the time I knocked off. Boss did not say anything, perhaps he really did not notice my nipples? It would be really embarrassing if he had to tell me to cover up. I had an appointment in the evening and went home to get changed. I did not put on my bra again since it was still wet, so this time I kept my jacket on until I got home. What a day!

Janice Part 1 - Lady on the bus

Janice Part 1 - Lady on the bus
By ssc
Taken from here.

It was a hot morning, the sort that makes me perspire even after I have just taken a shower. I am so glad to be in my g-string today.

Walking to the bus stop from my HDB flat, I can feel my C cup boobs moving in my soft bra but I'm late for work this morning and so I walked a bit faster. My boobs are swaying more prominently now, and I know that the guy walking towards me was ogling at them, but I ignored him. You learn to tune out such nuisances when you have big soft breasts like mine, or the irritation will wear you out.

The bus stop is in sight now. Just as well, I'm starting to feel the dampness on my back despite the thin, stretchy material of my spagetti top. The low cut at the cleavage helps me release some heat too, but the weather is really hot! I could see my bus turning around the corner and I had to run the last few steps to flag it down. My high heels clicked loudly on the pavement and attracted the attention of a few waiting passengers. Bad move. Now a few guys are looking at my bouncing boobs while I made a mad dash to the bus stop. In my low-cut top, they could probably see the flesh on my boobs moving. Shit. My jacket was still hanging from the crook of my arm and I could not cover my chest.

I made it to the bus, at sat down on a seat just after the rear door, sharing with another passenger. The air-con helped me cool down, and before long I was able to touch up on my makeup. When I was just about done, I received a SMS on my mobile phone. What? My colleague telling me that there is a guy standing behind me staring down my blouse? Is she on the bus? I turned my head, intending to look for my colleague and saw this huge guy standing just behind my shoulder looking down at me. I raised my head to look at his face and our eyes locked. He looked away guiltily and I pulled my jacked onto my chest to cover that exposed cleavage. He was standing next to the seat just behind mine, his legs just behind my shoulders and he was at a good angle to get a downblouse view of me. Another irritating pervert! I will have to be more careful, that's all.

I chose a top with a plunging neckline to help me cool off. I would usually be wearing my jacket already when i board the bus to ward off the cold air and to protect from such free-riders, but today's weather was unusually hot and i was still exposed. I adjusted my jacket to make sure it covers my cleavage properly so that nobody can see the bare skin of my orbs.

Fortunately i was wearing a good bra today and did not embarrass myself. I was wearing a bandeau bra, so at least he could not see the ribbon between my cups. Sometimes when i had to stand near another lady, i fnd that i can see her exposed cleavage and i would take a second look if she was as well-endowed as I am. Well, I can hardly be blamed for wanting to look, since not many asians have such big and round breasts as i do, and i think that perky, firm breasts, such as my own, are beautiful. Not the flabby breasts of fat women, which are big and filled out only because of the layer of fats. Mine are mde of breast tissue, shapely and firm, able to hold their own weight when the bra is removed, unlike the shapeless mounds of fats of some women. So I do not really blame the guys who try to look, really, but i just don't want to be caught offguard and not know that someone is peeping.

Oh, and about my bandeau, it is different from your typical bra because it does not have two cups, it has just a broad horizontal band running across the front, more like a tubetop. So it looks very smooth from the front and you will not see the ribbon between the cups because there are no two separate cups. From the downblouse view, you will not see that little ribbon either, so it looks better in a low-cut top. I have a thing against that silly little ribbon. It is one thing to see the cups and boobs, but to see the ribbon between the cups is another, as if you have seen a secret buried inside. Only problem is that a bandeau does not provide the same support that a good bra with 2 cups gives. Since there is only 1 larger, less rigid piece, the boobs can move more, and mine were bouncing embarrasingly while I was chasing the bus earlier.

Anyway where's my colleague? Where is she sitting? I had forgotten all about her! I found her sitting further back, and exchanged a wave with her. Just then the person sitting beside me got up to alight and another passenger wanted to take the empty seat. I moved in so that I will not be such an easy target for other men. Ouch! The seat was so hot that I had to put my hands underneath my bum and I sat on them instead. Well, one bad thing about wearing g-strings is that your bum is left more unprotected from the elements and is more sensitive to irritations.

A few more stops and it is my turn to alight. This passenger sitting beside me is a guy in long-sleeve shirt, probably works around my area, not the same guy as the pervert who peeped down my cleavage. The bus was still quite crowded so he did not stand up as some people would. Instead he turned his knees to the side and I had to squeeze out, bending forward to avoid bumping into him. The bus driver stepped on the brake and I felt thrown forward. Just as I recovered my balance, the bus came to a stop and I was thrown backwards instead. I felt my bum landing on something, his nose? Oh no! This is so embarrasing! I stepped out, apologized to him and quickly walked off without daring to look into his face. To stuff my bum into someone's face is so embarrasing!

Once off the bus I pulled on my jacket and did not dare turn around for fear that he will see my face. I waited for my colleague to join me. What a start to my day!

The story of my friend - Part 11

The story of my friend - Part 11
By ssc
Taken from here.

Tanya managed to trap Susan under her and was squeezing her breasts. Susan told me, rape Tanya! With pleasure. I stuck my hand under Tanya's white office skirt and grabbed her legs, which were already spread during their wrestle. She yelled at me and wanted to kick me. What a violent woman! As her heels are still on, they can cause quite a bit of pain. I wanted to pull her off Susan but their friendly match was not yet finished, and Tanya bit Susan's A-cup breasts. Susan howled at me to quickly rape Tanya and get Tanya off her. I stroked my hand up Tanya's thigh, touched her crotch and she squirmed away. I moved my hand in again and this time she closed her legs to trap my hand between them, still refusing to release Susan. Bad move for her, I tickled her pussy with my fingers which were trapped there anyway. My other hand moved to unzip her skirt. She countered this by moving her butt away to avoid letting me grip her zip. She could endure my tickling very well, I commented. I changed tactic and pulled out my trapped hand so that I had both hands with which to push her skirt up her thighs instead. She could not do much more than to squirm helplessly.

When Tanya's gstring-clad buns were exposed, I slapped them and started to pull off the gstring and she sat up so I could not pull it off, but this released Susan. Instead of fighting me off, however, she stripped off her jacket and tossed it to one side. With the breather, Susan crawled away, only to be pounced on by Tanya, who had no problem unzipping that skirt, exposing Susan's buns. Great! Now two pretty girls have their thong buns in front of me, who should I attack? Both were still weak from their laughing and strenuous exertions. Susan yelled at me to hurry and finish up, and that decided it for me. I pulled Tanya's string further down, exposing her hairless pussy and stuck two of my fingers in and started digging. Incredibly, she ignored my fingering, seemingly oblivious to the stimulation at her sensitive zone. She bit Susan's butt cheek, not very hard but enough to leave red teeth marks and to cause her to yelp. She kissed and massaged Susan's ass with one hand while the other unbuttoned her maroon blouse. My fingers were getting wet now, either from my fingering or from her excitement at having Susan's fabulous ass.

Susan fought back by pushing Tanya's bra up her chest but had some difficulty getting the band past her big breasts, so Tanya helped by unclipping her bra. Now one of Tanya's nipples was nibbled by Susan while she rubbed the other, her pussy was fucked by my fingers, and she moaned, pushing Susan's head onto her breast and getting to a kneeling position so that her legs could open and let my fingers access more easily. She seemed very into it now. After a while, Susan released the nipple and pulled her thong off, letting Tanya lick her pussy. Now we were in a chain, my fingers in Tanya and her tongue in Susan.

Tanya's pussy was either just shaven or had been waxed. It was smooth as a baby's skin and did not have the days old stubble that Susan's had. I saw that Tanya's clitoris was now standing and flicked it, getting a tortured groan and collapsed onto the floor. Finally unable to ignore me, she turned around and gave mer her full attention, dropping my pants and briefs, swallowing me in one mouth, taking me down her throat. Her hot mouth and full lips felt wonderful, her angelic face a pretty addition to my dick. She was definitely much more skilful than Susan, but she does not look at me, closing her eyes in concentration. She was hard at work on my tool and in fact till now had mostly ignored me. Is she a lesbian? But she is so skilful! Perhaps too skilful and professional?

Now that Tanya faced away from Susan, she attacked from behind, licking her wet pussy and Tanya moaned, muffled since my hairy dick was stuffed into her mouth. Susan goes for women too? That surprised me. I had not known her to be bisexual, but she must be good, for Tanya kept up her muffled moans, sometimes breathed out hard against my trapped penis. That was a new sensation.

Tanya released me before long and got into a 69 position with Susan. All I could do was grab Tanya's big dangling breasts from the side and squeeze them, feeling their firmness and thumbing her hard nipples. Susan called out to me again to fuck her, and I approached that baby-smooth pussy and inserted my fingers again. After two thrusts, I found that she was not resisting, and was already dripping with love juice, so I inserted my erection and felt her pussy walls press on my penis. I had to push harder to open her up and enter fully. She grunted as I pushed in all the way, her unusual heat and tightness sending my heart thumping harder than ever. I started pumping in and out, enjoying her cunt. It had been months since I last had sex, and this was not just any cunt, this was tight as a virgin. I slid in and out slowly, enjoying every stroke, plunging all the way in.

Tanya pulled away before I was half done and told me not to deprive Susan. Ssuan told me that Tanya prefers women and seldom allow a man to penetrate her, so I should not feel rejected. Susan wrapped her hands around my wet dick, slick with Tanya's juices, and stroked it a couple of times before guiding it towards her own dripping pussy, but stopped just before I went in. Since both of us hesitated, unwilling yet to cross the barrier and go from friends to sex partners, I turned her over onto her hands and knees and I gave her ass a resounding slap. Her ouch was encouraging. I put my dick between her butt cheeks and pressed them together on my brother. She leaned forward and relaxed her butt muscles so that I could mash them together on my dick and thrusted them a few times. My penis was already lubricated by Tanya's juices and slid between her cheeks easily. I moved on to her clitoris and tickled it, sending shudders of pleasure along her body as her juice trickled down from her hole.

I slapped her hard again and I hugged her around her hips when she ouched. Shall we, I asked. She turned around and we stared at each other for a second and decided to go for it. Moving onto the sofa, I guided my brother to Susan's love hole and inserted carefully, savouring the moment when we became one, when she felt me sliding into her, when I felt myself being enveloped by her, feeling her heat and wetness. Never thought that the first time we crossed that barrier would be as part of a threesome. I pumped slowly again, enjoying the sensation, then picked up speed and her moanings increased in volume. Her round and firm buttocks made a good cushion, I can grab onto them and pull her onto me, her fleshy ass bouncing off my body and jiggling like breasts. She was not as hot and tight as Tanya, but her buttocks were fantastic and unmatchable. She had naturally flared hips, and her perky buttocks were thus even bigger in size, but yet are firm.

I do not know how long I pumped her, my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying each other. What I did see was that even though Tanya fondled Susan's breasts and offered her pussy to be licked, Susan was more interested in my dick and did not pay Tanya as much attention. Her servicing was all half-hearted, and Tanya soon left us alone. For a while all that existed was Susan's pressure on my penis and her moans. Even the bouncing off her ass became part of the background, all that I knew was the stimulation of my most beloved and sensative organ. I continued to pump until I felt myself crossing the limit and emptied my balls into her. She could feel my spasms as I held onto her tightly, she could feel me squirting inside her, and came as well, just as my orgasm was ending. The contractions of her pussy squeezing my rapidly deflating manhood, yet I could feel the wave sweeping over her body, and her moans were most satisfying.

We collapsed onto the sofa, with me lying on top of her, and now I could feel the size and roundness of her ass. She suddenly squealed and pushed me away. I could see my cum starting to trickle out of her pussy and down her leg. That was when Tanya took over again and lapped up the cum. She pulled Susan's vaginal lips apart and swallowed the cum the flowed out. She sucked it all out with a relish and with a loud and wet sound. She would not want to be fucked by me but had not problem swallowing my load! What perculiar taste! But what a hot woman! I fingered her clitoris and this time she did not turn me away. Between Susan and me, we got Tanya off.

I have no doubt that Susan and I will have more fun in future, with or without Tanya.

The story of my friend - Part 10

The story of my friend - Part 10
By ssc
Taken from here.

The night after I visited my friend, let's call her Susan for simplicity, I finally slept well. She gave me a blowjob and I licked her pussy crazy. I guess the much-needed ejaculation released the tension within me, giving me the rest I lacked for so long.

In the office, morale was still in the pits, lousy company, and the boss needed to do something about the morale or he will have a problem on his hands. He came to ask me if I know any strippers, can I find one for him. Why me, he said it was because I am the only person in the pathetic company who might be able to help. Wonder if this means I am the most perverted man there. I had to call up some friends for help, and finally Susan's boyfriend had a link - an old school friend of Susan's. He stole her number from Susan so that he could hire her services for his friend's stag night, without Susan knowing, of course.

A few days later, he called for our attention halfway through the morning drudgery. He introduced a pretty female executive and told us to gather around. It is not often that we get to see a pretty face in our office, staffed by only men and a single receptionist who is not that young or pretty. She walked around shaking hands, introducing herself as Tanya. A few of us were gazing at her slack-mouthed, admiring her lovely features, her long hair, dyed brown and tied up primly, the curves of her boobs and hips, obvious even under that white skirt suit. She looked quite angelic and definitely stirred the desires of us bored workers. Naturally, we were surprised at what a sweet young thing like her was doing in a dull place like this.

What was more surprising was when boss played mp3 from a laptop, plugged into a pair of borrowed speakers. With that impromptu dance beat, she started moving, swaying her body, let down her hair and removed her specs. The angelic being transformed into a sensual seductress. When she climbed onto somebody's desk, shaking her buns at us, it was obvious that this was not a mere colleague our boss was introducing to us. Everybody's eyes must be glued to her as she stripped off her white jacker and threw it onto a chair, pulled her maroon blouse from her skirt and started to unbutton it from the top, showing her black bra and her rather decently sized breasts. With the top few buttons undone, she started removing her skirt and there was an audible gasp when she revealed the black g-string she wore underneath. What a hot woman! She gave us a sultry look and I suddenly recognized her as the slutty-looking woman who approached me, but was rejected, on the night I saw how Susan was abused by her boyfriend.

She lost her blouse, then after mashing her breasts in her bra for a while, stripped it off to our enthusiastic cheering. She had pasties stuck on to cover her nipples, but we could see her unrestrained breasts hanging freely, firm and perky, at least C-cup. She shook to the music, her boobs swaying with the rhythm, and we had already gone wild. When she jumped off the table to land in front of us with her breasts bouncing, all of us cheered like mad. She continued to shake to the music, sending her twin globes jiggling for quite a while, an unforgettable sight, so up-close. One colleagues reached out to touch her breasts but was slapped away. I noticed another had his hands inside his pants, jacking off. Her performance was pretty crass for someone who looks as classy as her, perhaps she adjusted it to fit my crass colleagues.

When the music ended, boss came forward to explain that this session was arranged to reward us for our hard work and to boost our flagging morale. Tanya's not really a colleagues, that was part of the show, since he knew many of us would like to have a colleague as hot and pretty as her. She chatted with some of us for a while, wearing only heels and that g-string and pasties. I stood behind her with another colleagues, who wanted to touch her naked ass but dared not. Her butt was filled and firm too, but nowhere comparable to Susan's naturally round and perky buns. Everytime she laughed, her naked breasts shook some more, what a sight. She would not have any physical contact with us, no photos either. Apparently she was a professional stripper, and had a license to work as an entertainer, but physical contact was strictly prohibited. I thought it was a good idea to hire a stripper for a few hundred dollars to boost the morale of fifteen men. Spread that money as cash among us and it would not go far, but hire her and we would feel much better about working in the company. Only boss got to take a photo with her, but she put on her bra again for the shoot, not wishing to expose so much to the camera. With breasts as firm as those, she does not need a bra to look good. Boss was grinning from ear to ear, standing next to her with a arm around her waist and his hand on her hips. From where I was standing, I could see his hand slip down to stroke her ass after the photo was taken and they broke up the pose. He got his hand slapped for touching her bum, but I think that was a good memory for him. That idiot should have shoved his hand between her butt cheeks while he had the chance.

She recognised me from that night in the pub and signalled to me to meet her outside. The show officially ended and she retreated to the unisex toilet to put on her clothes and groom herself. On the way out, she stuffed her namecard into my hands and told me to call her. That I did, and got invited to a drink at the same pub, tonight. I had rejected her before, but I was in a lousy mood then. Her strip-tease warmed me up to her and I opened up, telling her about how I got her from Susan's boyfriend. She commented that he was very lucky to have Susan as his girlfriend, and that she loved Susan's ass. With the alcohol loosening my tongue, I also told her of my obsession with it, but I did not mention the groping or spanking or birthday presents. Unexpectedly, Susan came into the same pub with friends. I explained that I met Tanya a few days ago in the pub, and hired her for my boss, which was not far off the mark. Neither of us mentioned Susan's boyfriend hiring her services. The three of us drank a bit too much before staggering off to Susan's apartment.

While Susan was opening the door, Tany grabbed her ample rear end and started squeezing it, causing Susan to squeal and drop her keys. Susan grabbed Tanya's breasts in revenge before picking up the keys and opening the door. I laughed at their antics and Tanya made a grab for my balls, the two of us ending up in a bit of a wrestle outside Susan's apartment. She pulled the two of us in as quickly as she could before neighbours came to see what the noise was all about. Once in, Tanya switched on the music and started dancing and slapping Susan's butt and they wrestled for a while, tumbling to the floor and holding each other in a lock, gasping for breath, laughing, hair in their eyes and mouth. Oh how I love to see pretty girls wrestle! It would be better if they wrestle in their lingerie.

The story of my friend - Part 9

The story of my friend - Part 9
By ssc
Taken from here.


When I woke up the next morning, I went to work as usual, but thinking of the hard spanking I had witnessed the previous night left me feeling strangely uncomfortable. I felt repulsed by the cruel treatment and the way she bawled due to the pain, and want to cuddle her and comfort her. For her boyfriend, only contempt and anger. How could he have defiled such a beautiful thing so thoughtlessly?

I had to go to work as usual, but could not seem to get anything done. I took the afternoon off and roamed around, still thinking of what I had seen last night. I had to call her up and find out how she was, but I did not want to let her know that I had seen everything. I did not want to let her know I had followed them home, climbed a pole and peeped into the bedroom window at them having sex, and witnessed her humiliation and punishment. I did not want to shame her further by letting her know that her disgrace had been seen. I did not want to let her know either that I was a peeping tom. Yet I had to see if she was ok.

She sounded fine over the phone, perhaps a bit subdued, but I could have been over-sensitive. Asking if I could meet her after work, she said that she was at home, not feeling well today and did not go to work. I wanted to go over at once, and explained that I was tired from being overworked and so I took the afternoon off. Thus I soon arrived at her apartment. She looked fine, dressed in mini tee and shorts, her usual style at home. She always looked so homely, the kind of girl you would want to bring home to show your mum, and you know that they will get on fine. Of course she can look quite different in her working clothes, a confident and mature woman who can show her sensual side and sweep you off your feet. In her home clothes she looked just like a girl next door. A girl with a very fabulous ass, I reminded myself when she invited me in and turned around to close the door behind me.

She was surprised when I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked her how she was. She had not expected that concern coming from me, it was obvious from her eyes. Fine, just needed a rest, she said. She detached herself from me and went to pour me a glass of water. Returning, she handed me the water but would not sit down on the sofa. Why did I come back, did I want to take back my briefs from her, she asked with a grin. I had exchanged it for her white thong unwittingly 2 weeks ago after she made me remove it and walk around the shopping centre with my pants unzipped, my dick sticking out. Till today we have not yet returned the underwear to each other, and I would much rather hold on to the pair of thongs she had worn. Too bad her juice was gone by now, having been washed already. She seemed to have worn it the whole day already, and for hygiene reasons I washed it.

Not for the briefs, I told her. I placed a hand over her butt and told her I missed her even as she twisted away and avoided my caress. She said that her boyfriend was back already. Did she mean to say that I was only a distraction while she was bored, until her boyfriend came back? I did not risk straining our relationship by saying that. Did he treat you well, I asked her. He's fine, she lied. She seemed a bit slow to reply, or was I over-sensitive again? I already knew what was going on, so it was only a matter of asking until she gave the answer I wanted, probably needing to go in circles a little to sound her out and open her up. We bantered for a while, I teased her about how he must have given her such a workout last night that she was too tired to work today, and she teased me for wanking off with her thong so much that I am not able to work. I would rather wank off with her butt than with her thong, I told her. She blushed. This time she did not pull away when I reached for her behind again. I stroked it lovingly through her shorts, then slid my fingers in from the bottom, teased the bottom of her butt cheeks and caused her to squirm away. She did not protest when I went in again and pulled her shorts down.

She was in another white thong and I asked if she often wear thongs at home. It can be more comfortable sometimes, and she like the naked feeling on her butt, she said. Half her panties are thongs or strings. She would sometimes change to a panty just before sleeping as the thong gives her a sensual feeling and she wants to sleep in peace. I slapped her ass lightly and she jumped. Feigning surprise, I asked if I had hurt her. She was now quite anxious not to let me see her butt, but I insisted. Bruises. What happened? You could not have fell down and bruised both sides of your butt at the same time, I said, did he do this to you?

She sheepishly said that both of them got carried away last night and he spanked her too hard. She told me how he would sometimes spank her, and it turns both of them on, but last night both of them were too drunk and he spanked too hard. If she had been less drunk she would have stopped him, she said. How could he have been so rough, I asked. She shrugged. You like to be spanked? She nodded shyly. That is why she shaved her pubic hair she told me. She knew I had seen her bare pussy when she took off her thong and made me put it on that night. He liked her pussy to be bare when he spanks her, as bare as a little girl, but with her clitoris full-grown and erect. She blushed again at the details she was telling me. She told me how he used to just pinch her butt cheeks because he liked their roundness, and she found that she did not mind the pain, in fact it can be a turn on. Then he started slapping her to erect himself so that he can continue fucking her even when he has just finished and was exhausted. That night he could not erect due to drinking too much, and spanked her to achieve erection. Neither of them expected to leave bruises on her buttocks.

Her story was finished, and by now I was envious of her boyfriend. He alone has access to this fantastically round and firm butt, and was allowed to slap her silly, and to screw her with her butt cheeks bouncing. Not knowing what to say, I placed a hand on her butt and stroked it lovingly, but she said ouch when I rubbed on a bruise. I bent forward and kissed it, telling her that I will kiss the bruise away. She giggled at my ridiculous words, and at my dribbling. I salivated over her bruised and kissed them tenderly. Before long her finger was between her legs rubbing at the crotch of her thong. I had to set my brother free eventually, dropping my pants to my knees and letting my dick stand up while I continued kissing. As an after-thought I stripped off my shirt as well.

We made our way to the cushion and she bent over doggy style, her firm and voluptuous ass sticking up, still as round despite the posture. Her fingers moved vigorously between her legs, the crotch of her undies moving with it, allowing me to catch glimpes of her pussy lips. Before long she started sticking her fingers into it while rubbing back and forth over her lips. She started moaning and I could see the white material getting damp. I offered to help her and we removed her thong. This is the first time I am licking a shaved pussy, and I was fascinated to see the details so clearly. Her pubic hair was entirely shaved off, but now a stubble was growing back and had a rough rasping feel on my tongue. Her clitoris was already erected and her lips had opened, with her juices starting to ooze out. I worked on them, tasting her juice and scent. I may not have had a huge number of sex partners, but all of them were a bit different, perhaps every woman has her own taste and smell that is different from other women. My tongue tickled her clitoris, licked her inner lips and dug its way into her, then circled her lips again. Her flow of juice told me she was enjoying this. My tongue was starting to get tired, so I changed to another tactic, spelling out her name with my tongue, writing each letter on her clitoris. I told her about it and spelled out the letter I was going to draw, and the anticipation and sensation drove her wild. Her moaning was probably loud enough for her neighbours to hear, but she was probably out of control by then, in serious need to climax and beyond caring already. She came after I was a bit more than halfway through her name and I drank in her juices as they gushed out in spurts, my hands closed on her injured buttocks to increase her sensation.

After she subsided, she told me how delighted she was to finally be licked off, since her boyfriend would only demand oral sex from her and would not give it to her in return. So how about you do it for me in return, I asked. She was eager to return the favour and swallowed me, her head bobbing up and down, sucking earnestly but without much skill. I told her how I liked it and she proved a fast learner. Even while I was enjoying myself, I realised that this could be a problem if she used her new skills on her boyfriend, who will be surprised and would like to know how she had acquired new skills, and if she had been practicing on somebody else. We can deal with that later, I made it a point to tell her about it after we finished. When I neared ejaculation, I stopped her and told her that I had come because of concern for her, not to get a blow job. Wiping saliva from her lips, she said that she was enjoying herself on my hard dick, which was also easier to work with since I was less thick and longer than her boyfriend. Ok, that did not come down so well, but her innocence and naivety was appealing. She took me into her mouth again, pausing to remove stray strands of hair from her mouth, and continued using her tongue, pressure, her head movement and fingers together on pleasuring me.

When I could feel the pressure building up and starting to cum, I pulled out from her mouth and turned her over her cushion again, standing behind her and spraying my load onto her butt cheeks. She squealed when she felt my hot cum land on her buttocks and turned her head to look at me, as far as she could do so without moving her ass. When I have finished, I squatted down and rubbed my semen over the bruises on her butt cheeks. She asked me what I was doing making such a mess, I told her that the protein is good for her health and might help her recover faster. She was skeptical so I told her stories of how some girls claimed that seminal fluid improves facial complexion and smoothens the skin on their hands, so perhaps it would her with bruises too. She remained skeptical but I told her to keep it on until it has dried off.

I took the last opportunity to grope her ass and feel out its roundness, getting her to stand up and weighing her butt flesh in my hands. I held her close against my body again and pressed my dick, now limp, against her crack, letting it be swallowed into her rear cleavage. I hugged her from behind and felt her hands moved onto mine, and she turned around to hug me, snuggling into my arms as though she were a lover. Our relationship has moved beyond mere lust, and there is a certain amount of caring as well now. What do we do now?

The story of my friend - Part 8

The story of my friend - Part 8
By ssc
Taken from here.


It has been 2 weeks since she has had her birthday present from me, and I'm getting very horny by now. I still have her white thong, but had not done anything with it yet.

I missed our gathering last week, and now that her boyfriend's back, I can't even ask her out. Work commitments are piling up and I'm experiencing a lack of desire for the first time in my life. Too tired to stir my brother even when I see a pretty girl, it was getting worrying and I'm starting to read up on erectile dysfunction. It is probably due to not sleeping enough, and I will probably recover when I have finished what I'm busy with right now, but I want to get some reassurance that my tool has not gone rusty. I'm usually not without offers when I go pubbing, but I just cannot be bothered right now, not even with that slutty-looking woman whom I've just turned away. So I decided to call it a night after having drunk enough to ensure I can get to sleep tonight, and headed for home.

Unexpectedly, I saw them coming out from another pub down the road - that girl with the dream butt and her asshole boyfriend - climb into a taxi. Not driving today? He must have planned to drink quite a lot today. I hailed another cab and followed them to his house which was left to him by his parents when they emigrated. A very nice place to show off to girlfriends, and a lot of privacy for them to suck up to him, probably. I cannot see much after they have staggered upstairs, so I looked around for a higher place to look. All surrounding buildings are two storey houses and the trees are not close enough, so I had to climb into his garden and up a pipe. It was a bit dangerous to be doing this considering my drunken state, but now that I finally see her again, I would not just go home without seeing her undressed again. Will they be making love? The thought of that bastard touching her made my blood boil. If I had been less drunk I would have asked myself why I had gotten so possessive over someone else's girlfriend.

After a few missteps, I finally climbed to the roof and saw her lying on a bed. This window is not far from the road so I am quite visible, I maneuvered to another window to the same bedroom that is facing the back with only trees, no prying eyes. He walked into the room with 2 glasses of water and she woke up to sip it. It was not long before they started kissing and caressing. His hand followed her leg up her skirt and was busy massaging her buttock while she pulled his shirt off but stopped him when he tugged at her top. Sighing, he went to draw the curtain at the window facing the road for privacy, and returned to her. It was fortunate that he did not bother to draw the curtains at my window, since there wouldn't be anybody to see from here. She stripped off her skirt and I was not surprised to see that her ass was mostly bare, except that the red g-string looked familiar, it was probably the one I had bought for her. They stripped off her top and his pants quickly and she was not wearing a bra underneath. Now that was surprising, since she always wears a bra when with us. Perhaps she goes commando when with just him. He rubbed her ass as she squirmed, and did not seem to be rubbing it very gently.

She tugged at his dick but he would not let her pull down his briefs, instead turned her over and slapped her ass hard. Even from outside the window I could hear the sound of his hand striking her flesh. She protested that it was painful but he struck again, and again, leaving his red handprints on her butt cheek while she struggled to get away and pleaded for him to stop. She seem to be offering to suck him but he was more interested in spanking her. He was still limp when she took him out of his underwear to suck him, and after a while lost interest and turned away, pulling his dick out of her mouth, still limp. I did not know how good her oral skills were, having been sucked by her only once, but I did not see how he could be so disinterested. She looked visibly distressed when he went to put on some loud music. Coming back to her, he gave a command and she reluctantly raised her butt till she was no longer lying on the bed but was standing beside it, bent over and gripping the bed cover. From my window I am looking at her side view, and can see both her ass and her facial expression. She dreads what is coming to her.

He stood on her other side and I had to hide myself in one corner so that he will not see me. Holding her butt firmly tucked between his hip and his arm, he stroked her butt cheek and slapped it hard, getting a cry of pain from her. Even with the music in the background I could hear her cry, though not what he said. He slapped it a few more times, landing a blow on each cheek in turn while she cried out and started sobbing. He was a muscular man, works out in the gym and his hands were the meaty and hard type. That must have hurt. He let her rest for a while and tugged at her g-string with his free hand, pulling it upwards so that the crotch of the string is digging into her pussy and ass. She squirmed some more and he spanked again. She was unprepared and her hands lost their grip on the bed, she sank down and had to push herself up again despite the pain. He continued to strike only her right butt cheek this time, and it must have hurt a lot more than when he alternated. She was crying freely in a while, the music drowning out most of the noise, and nobody would be able to hear anything outside of the house compound. I winced at the treatment. What a cruel thing to do.

He eventually dropped her and waved his hand to disperse the pain. If he feels the pain what about her? She dropped to her knee and I could see that her right cheek was very red and had palm prints all over. Crossing to the other side, he started spanking the left cheek. Her body jerked with each blow but she made no move to stop him, instead stared straight ahead and screamed her lungs out, tears flowing down her cheeks, ruining her makeup. I shook my head, but continued to watch. When I shifted my legs to avoid the cramp, I found that my dick has awakened while I was watching the spanking, to my surprise. Something about his abuse and her pain made me forget my own worries and it has erected. Keeping my eye on them, I unzipped my pants and took it out to hold in my hands. The spanking ended before long and he dropped his briefs, his dick finally erected. Has he got a problem getting it up without hurting her? Was that why he lost interest when she sucked him and needed to spank her? How did she get stuck with him? He was not particularly big, around my size, and already he had difficulty getting it up by himself. What a loser.

He pulled down her g-string to mid-thigh level and plunged his dick into her, without a condom. She cried out when his body bumped into her sore butt and when he closed his beefy hands on her butt cheeks, grabbing the red and tender flesh. She squirmed and made a lot of noise at the pain, but that seemed only to turn him on even more. He screwed harder and faster, squeezing those round cheeks and spanking them again. He did not last very long, fortunately for her, and soon discharged his load deep inside her. The sight of him in ecstacy while she sobbed made me sick. He pulled himself out and left her crying sprawled against his bed while he went to get tissue to clean himself up. After a while he came back and his fingers went to her pussy. From where I am, I could not see much, but he must have parted her lips, because I could see his white cum coming out of her, flowing down her thigh. He kissed her tender cheeks and slapped them again, causing her to cry out again.

She eventually recovered enough to suck his dick and this time managed to get it hard. Then they went for round 2 and he continued to pump her pussy with his rod, her cheeks still red and hurting. Halfway through he pulled out and said something to her. She collapsed on the bed and turned to look at him as he walked towards his desk. He came back with clothes pegs that he took from a drawer and she protested, covering her breasts with her hands and tried to get away. In her weakened state she fell from the bed and landed on her ass with a cry and much rubbing of her buttocks. This left her nipple exposed and he quickly clipped it with a clothes peg. She squealed even louder than before and tried to remove it but he held her hands and would not let her remove it. His dick had been only half-erected when he pulled out and walked away from her, it stiffened now as she fought him to take away the cruel peg. He managed to plunge into her pussy again and her protests weakened as he fucked her. After a couple of minutes of plain, uninspired in-and-out motion, he added another peg to her other nipple and her squeals returned to strength. Before long she stopped abruptly and her body trembled and she came, and he stopped to share in it. When it was all over he pulled out again and turned her over, now putting his dick between her butt cheeks and pushed in. He went in smoothly, so they must have been doing this anal stuff for some time. Not surprising, I had long since suspected that with a butt as fantastic as hers he would want to do it the anal way. He came inside her again and pulled out, the 2 of them laid back on the bed and rested for a while before taking a shower.

I couldn't take it anymore. It was too shocking and I needed to get away from it. I straddled the pipe and was already halfway down before I felt my dick pressing against it. I had forgotten to put it back into my pants and was trying to climb down the pipe with it still sticking out! I had no choice and tried as best as I could to slide down with minimal friction to my confused brother, who did not know whether to be erected or repulsed by their play. I remembered to zip up before walking out to hail a cab, and went home to sleep another unsatisfied night.

The story of my friend - Part 7

The story of my friend - Part 7
By ssc
Taken from here.

Having agreed to obey her for a day as her birthday present, I have to figure out a way to do as required. With a penis that is stiff as a rod after her teasing, one way to soften enough to pee is obviously to jack off and ejaculate, but I did not want to do that at the staircase of a shopping mall. Surely there are better places to do that, such as at her place. She had enjoyed having my dick between her ample butt cheeks, so I'm hoping that all these teasing will lead to more action for me later.

I asked her if she was mad to be peeing here, she replied that she had always wanted to do so, but dared not, so now she's making me do it. But I cannot go with this stiffy, why don't she do it herself since she wanted it so badly. So she squatted on the stairs and lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side and started to let loose a yellow stream. I was further down the stairs, watching her, noticing that her pubic hair is all shaved off. Seeing someone I know shaved off cleanly is very much a turn-on, and having a girl pee in my presence is such an erotic thing, sharing a very private moment with me. However instead of getting stiffer, I found myself softening enough that I am starting to droop. Perhaps hearing the sound of falling urine has the effect of encouraging me to pee as well. It is a conditioned thing.

She wiped herself dry with tissue and told me it was my turn. This is the first time a female is watching me pee since I was a child, as well as the first time I am peeing in such a place. Thinking about all these distracting thoughts helped to keep me soft enough to let out some pee, but no sooner had it come out before she giggled and distracted me, causing me to harden again. I concentrated and tried to continue, but before I was done, she was already showing me her fabulous ass, half-bent over with her skirt flipped up, slapping her cheeks. Now there was no way for me to get any more urine out, so I told her I was done. Seeing that my dick had jumped up again when she slapped her ass, I didn't think she believed me.

I tried to shake myself dry as much as possible when it is so stiff while she walked up the stairs cautiously, avoiding the puddles we have created. Handing me a piece of tissue, she insisted that I wipe myself dry, saying that it is not hygienic to just shake the urine drops off. I refrained from telling her that she had just cleaned me up quite thoroughly when she sucked me off just now, and had not seemed to mind the dirt. There's the difference between guys and girls.

We went outside and flagged down a taxi with my penis still sticking out, behind my briefcase. It was not so bad now since the shops were mostly closed and there were fewer people around. Fortunately, the taxi stand was empty and we did not have to stand in queue for a taxi, so nobody noticed me. The taxi driver would not see anything with my briefcase blocking, so I need not be embarrassed, but the moment we got into the taxi, her hand came over to stroke my tip. The feel of her soft, small hand and smooth skin on my penis is very different from my own far rougher and less gentle hand, and hers is far more comfortable and relaxing though she kept me stiff all the way home.

I had tried to stroke her buttock while we were in another taxi with her boyfriend beside her but had not dared to. Now she is sitting beside me, my hand can feel out her shape and curvature while she was stroking me. She felt my hand sliding under her ass and cooperated by lifting her butt so that I could slide my hand underneath, then she sat on it so that my hand was grabbing one fantastically round butt cheek, squeezing it, feeling its fullness. It yields to the touch, yet is firm. It feels wonderful, and I was kept hard all the way to her home.

The moment we got into her house we started stripping our clothes off. I was naked after peeling off my shirt and pants, and stood there ogling at her with my dick in the air while she removed her top and skirt. She remained in her white bra and white thong and looked at me appraisingly. She asked me to turn around and commented that I will look good in a thong. She took out the newly bought red thong and wanted me to put it on. While I sometimes wear a thong, it is not my habit to wear women's undies; I buy my own men's thong to wear. As I reached out to take it from her, she changed her mind and instead pulled down the white thong she was wearing and handed it to me instead. I got a better view of her shaved pubic area and commented that she looks like a little girl down there. She demurely placed a hand over that area and told me to respect a woman's privacy and stop looking there. While I was laughing at this she threw her white thong at me and snarled at me to put it on. By chance it landed on my erect pole and hung there as though a bamboo pole had been put through it, making us laugh till our sides ached. I left it hanging there until we recovered, which was quite some time later. By this time I was weak and drooping.

She put on her new red thong while I held up her white thong to smell it, inhaling her womanly scent, rubbing my thumb on the moist crotch. I got a scolding from her as she pulled the thong away from me while I was sniffing it. She told me to stop smelling and to put it on and I teased her for being wet. Surprisingly, she blushed. I stepped into her white thong and pulled it up as high as it would go. It obviously cannot contain me, and a substantial amount was left sticking up like a sore thumb, literally so. It looked really wierd, but the material felt good against my skin and her wet patch was pressing on my balls, though I cannot really feel anything.

When I turned around to show her my behind she complimented me on my small and tight rear, and said that my tan lines are very obvious. She hardly swims and has no tan line on her butt while I swim every week and there is a white triangle against my otherwise sun-browned skin. She asked if I ever suntan in a thong. Of course not, guys don't do that, I told her. In fact I have yet to see girls do that at the pool or beach.

She struck my bare butt with a resounding slap and a yelp from me. Her small and soft hand sure can deal out a sharp blow! I massaged my rear while she waved her hand to disperse the pain. She had always wanted to slap someone hard, she said. I did not complain as the pain felt good when I was in a thong, her thong. She struck again on the other cheek and again. I had to step away to avoid her while I rubbed the pain away. She chased me around her house, trying to slap me. I suppose we looked rather comical running after each other in our thongs, my penis quivering, only half-covered in her thong. There was not much room to evade her, so she soon caught me in a corner and caught hold of me, pulling me to her bedroom and made me kneel down at the edge of her bed, bending over it with my butt sticking out slightly. She told me the highlight of her birthday present is to give me a spanking. I suppose I owed her that, after having slapped her butt at the staircase landing that night, but she seemed to be having a much better deal than me, slapping me so many more times that I did to her.

Her open palm landed on my butt cheeks alternately, first on the right side, then left, then right again. She struck rather hard and I found myself squirming to get as far away from her as I could. Of course I could not get away, I only managed to drive my erection into the side of her bed. She switched to using her hairbrush when her hand hurt too much, and the hairbrush was much harder and really caused me to tense up my buttocks and dig even deeper into her bed to filter out the pain. I hissed at the pain.

Abruptly, she stopped and said twenty. I had already lost count, and did not realise that she had already spanked me 10 times on each cheek. I got up and massaged my rear, looking into the mirror at the red marks she left behind. I had not had a spanking on my rear since I was a child, and the feeling was strangely humiliating and humbling. I felt strangely deferential to her now and did not talk back when she scolded me for leaving my precum on her bed where my penis had been digging into.

She went out of the bedroom to get a drink and slapped me again when she passed me. My skin was still sensitive and that light slap stung. After we drank quietly, she told me to get dressed and I did as told, wearing her white thong inside my working clothes. She pulled on a bathrobe and pushed me to the door, giving me a light peck on my cheek and another light slap on my butt and told me good night, thanks for the wonderful present, she will treasure it, and slammed the door in my face.

I went home with a strange feeling and a dick that was not satisfied, left mostly sticking out of her thong, under my pants, this time zipped up.

The next time we met again, it was an even stranger experience.

The story of my friend - Part 6

The story of my friend - Part 6
By ssc
Taken from here.


A few days after the party, she asked me out for a drink. I knew she had something planned after we have both enjoyed that apron and g-string session and that this is meant to be my birthday present for her. After all she had given me such a wonderful present for mine. The question was simply what, and where, her house or mine.

We met after work at a cafe in a busy shopping centre and settled the drink quickly. Small talk rapidly dried up as our minds were on what would be coming later. I started to tease her, saying that she seemed to be distracted by something. She caught the look in my eyes and told me that her boyfriend will be finishing his business trip soon and will be coming back, we had just today to ourselves.

I was a bit surprised at how openly she is discussing our affair, which was not really an affair yet. I would love to hump her, especially doggy style, my body slamming into her round butt, sending it jiggling, but how would I face her boyfriend after I had done that, and how would we behave in front of our friends? It was as though as long as we did not have intercourse it was still possible to hide it, so did she want to cross that barrier? So I asked her what she wanted from me. She looked innocent and told me that it was not much, just play a little game with her and do as she tells me to for one day. I must have looked very suspicious because she laughed and told me that she just wanted to tease me a little, that I have nothing to fear, she will not make me do crazy things such as strip naked and run down the street. Nevertheless, just that example gave me reason to pause and reconsider, since I thought she just wanted me to buy her something, or do something silly such as to jerk off in front of her, maybe more than once. How naive I had thought of her!

Before I could say anything she had already settled the bill and dragged me out of the cafe. The shopping centre was still crowded on this weekday night. Handing me a plastic bag, she told me to go to the gents and take out my underwear and give it to her in the plastic bag. So she is prepared today. I did as told and she stuffed it into her bag. My dick stood up when it felt the material of my pants rub on it, and before long she noticed my erection and teased me about it. We went to a staircase leading to the carpark and there she told me to unzip for inspection. My stiffy popped out at once and she was satisfied that I had indeed removed my underwear as instructed.

Stroking my penis, she tugged at my pants, adjusting the opening so that more of my dick could come out. She was quite a dominatrix today, very different from the shy and gigglish girl she was when I groped her ass at the staircase near her apartment. While she had been a participant then, she was confident and very much in control today. I am the one glancing anxiously at the staircase door, worried that someone might come in. She turned around and gently pressed the cleavage of her butt into my bare dick, the way she knew I like it, her skirt like a trampoline that my dick bounces off. This was something I had always wanted to do.

Next she hiked up her skirt and exposed her butt, letting me sink my dick between her cheeks. While her hands were still holding up her skirt, her fingers pried her cheeks apart so that I could go in all the way, my dick touching her thong, next to her anus. When she released her fleshy cheeks they spring back and trapped my penis between them, as she had before the party. And as before, I started sliding it up and down, feeling the grip of her cheeks and the friction, the warmth of her ass. Maybe this is better than sex! When I slide up, my dick propped up her skirt like a little tent pole against the cloth of her skirt. Before long there was a wet spot on the skirt where my tip touched it.

She pulled herself away before I had enjoyed enough and told me to hide my cock in my pants and to follow her without zipping up. In my state of heightened arousal how was I supposed to move around publicly with my zip down and no underwear to cover? Zip down with underwear on or zip up without underwear was fine, but both together was a bit dangerous, I told her. It might pop out at any moment and we would be in trouble. She wouldn't listen and is already opening the door leading back into the mall. I hurridly shoved it back into my pants and pulled the opening as close as I could without zipping up. I thanked my lucky stars that my working pants were quite baggy.

Just before going stepping out, I arranged it properly one last time, and hoped feverishly that it will not poke its head out and reveal itself. From past experience I knew that most of the people will not even notice that my zip is down or that I am erected, and even then it is still easy to cover up or pretend that I had simply forgotten to zip up. However to unzip without underwear would most likely be interpreted as flashing, and can get me into prison. I followed closely behind her and tried my best to cover up with my briefcase. If I had been empty-handed, I really do not know how I would have coped. Even with the bag covering my front, I did not feel safe.

As I walked my pants moved and my penis poked his head out eventually, so I had to press my briefcase against it to cover and hold it in. There was no way I was going to calm myself down enough to let it go down on its own. She had stirred me up and left me high and dry and I cannot just calm down with so many people around. I know she did it on purpose so that I will stay erected while following her around the mall. She mischievously tried to pull my briefcase away and got her hand slapped by me.

After walking aimlessly for a while, she realised that most shops will close in another 15 minutes, and she spotted a lingerie shop. The shop was not very big and there were still a few lady customers so I did not have much room to hide. I was the only guy inside and already sticking out like a sore thumb. I look even more strange hugging my briefcase to my hips. By now my dick was already halfway out and I had to be careful how I moved. It was easier to get it out than to move it in. I avoided looking at the lingerie on display and the lingerie-clad models in the advertisements, a torture in that shop.

She picked a few thongs and asked for my opinion. The thought of her in one of those skimpy things sent my dick throbbing again, the merciless girl! I picked a red lacy thong and she wanted me to buy it for her. No problem, I said. How much? She wanted me to go put it on the sales counter and pay for it myself! She stood a distance away as though I was there buying lingerie on my own. The salesgirls did not kick up a fuss of course, but maybe the way I held onto my briefcase looked a little strange. One of the girls must have seen something, because she was startled and whispered to her colleague, who also looked at me. I quickly walked out of the shop with my purchase, my bag barely able to hide my dick now.

She came out of the shop behind me laughing at my pathetic state and dragged me to another flight of stairs despite my poisonous look. Closing the door behind her, she held my dick, and laughed that it had remained stiff. She squatted down and licked its tip a few times, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. By now it was so much fun that I had given up and now I am willing to try just about anything she want, even if she wants me to go show my dick to a girl to shock her! She took me in her mouth and sucked once, slowly, lightly, and took it out. Her hot mouth and smooth, full lips felt like paradise! I throbbed another few time in her mouth.

Then she surprised me by telling me to pee. How was I supposed to pee when my penis is hard as a rock, I asked her.

The story of my friend - Part 5

The story of my friend - Part 5
By ssc
Taken from here.


It was a few weeks before we met again, since all of us were busy with work or something else, and it was not until she threw a birthday party for herself that I saw her again. Meanwhile I masturbated to the memories of that night when I held her fabulous butt in my hands and smacked it.

The usual gang would be arriving in the evening, but I went early to buy groceries with her so she can prepare some food for us. My job consisted of just carrying whatever she bought. Her boyfriend was away on a working trip, and I could not help thinking that she would have wanted to celebrate her birthday with him. Could he not have pushed the trip away? I did not touch her, and neither did we talk about that night. We acted as though it never happened and we were just friends. It was not until we took everything up to her apartment that she asked if I was happy with the birthday present she had given me. Of course I was, I'm crazy about her ass. She smiled coyly and told me to put down the groceries in the kitchen and go to the fan in the living room to cool down, since the weather is so hot.

Well, she had said that the present is a one-time thing, and I was not expecting another session. Imagine my surprise when she appeared again in a while wearing an apron and little else. Her tee shirt was gone and I could see her bare shoulders. How do I look, she asked, turning to the side and striking a pose so I could see that her butt was exposed (lost her shorts too) and I could see a white thong running along the side of her hips. She was not even wearing a bra underneath the apron. My jaw dropped and she giggled. It's a hot day, she said, and dressing like this lets her feel the wind. With that she turned and walked back into the kitchen, showing me that her round ass was covered only by a g-string. She started to prepare the food and I went to "help" her.

I held her hips from behind and pushed my groin into her behind, watching her buttocks jiggle like breasts when struck. She scolded me, saying that my belt buckle is hurting her, and that I should remove my jeans and be easy on her. With that I dropped my jeans and kicked them away. As an after-thought I pulled down my briefs to my thighs and let my dick stand half-erect. It woke up when she appeared in that apron and now while I'm deciding whether to jam her from behind, it continued to rise.

Oh heck, just do it. I stood behind her again and pushed down slightly on my erection so that it pointed down, and moved my hips nearer her, positioning my dick between her legs, just below her pussy. Then I let go, letting it spring back up and push against her pussy which was covered only by that flimsy double layer of cloth of her g-string. She squealed and jumped a bit. My dick moved away when she jumped and not it is standing, pointing up. I pushed forward again and now it is jammed in the cleavage of her butt.

She tried to turn around but I held her there with my body, my hands squeezing her butt cheeks, my dick between them. She said she had expected my underwear to be on. When she turned her head I could see that she was blushing. I pushed her cheeks closer together to squeeze my dick, then pulled them apart so my dick can go in further, and squeezed them again on my dick again, sandwiching my sausage between her hot buns. Her cheeks are full enough that I can hold onto them and move them left and right, up and down to rub on my dick, which was by now standing upright stiffly. Oh another fantasy fulfilled, masturbating by rubbing her ass on my dick, letting her cheeks do the work that my hands had been doing!

Her hand reached around her and touched my dick, which poked up above her cheeks and she touched its tip, sending a jolt through my body. I started to move my hips up and down, practically screwing her butt, but not into her ass, along her ass. I asked her if she liked the feel of my dick there. In reply she stammered that it feels good. It was then that I realised her breathing had gotten ragged, she sounded short of breath. My own breathing was also getting heavier and deeper, my pulse raced and my dick throbbed with every beat of my heart and I wondered if she could feel it throbbing.

Her body twisted as she reached for my dick and her apron pulled away from her body, exposing her nipples. One of my hands moved up her body and found her nipple. My dick was practically lost between her buns, so she fingered my balls and my dick continued to rub between her buns. When I rubbed her nipple she started making light moaning sounds. I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and finger and felt it starting to harden and erect. Her other hand now went to her other nipple and was massaging her breast. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. I was surprised at how easily she gave herself to me and how much she is liking this. Had her boyfriend truly been less than satisfactory with her?

Abruptly, someone knocked on her door and we jumped apart, scrambling for our clothes. She had to strip off her apron, climb into her tee shirt and shorts, and brush her hair before she could open the door. We had to open the door to some of our friends before we really had enough time to calm down, and we probably looked a bit suspicious with our flushed faces. We blamed it on the hot weather, of course, and nobody had cause to doubt our words. After all, nobody knew what we were up to, nobody saw the way I molested her, nobody saw the lustful looks in my eyes when I looked at her.

Later, halfway through the party, she whispered to me that she will arrange with me to get her birthday present from me. She would not tell me what she wanted, and I was kept wondering what her mysterious smile was all about. Without a doubt, it will be a good time for her, but what exactly does she want me to do for her? Screw her? Should I cross that line?

The story of my friend - Part 4

The story of my friend - Part 4
By ssc
Taken from here.

She finally confronted me about my groping. I knew she will find out about it some day.

We were with the usual group of friends dining at a restaurant at one of the shopping centres here, where the seats were very close to each other and we were all mashed together like sardines. Halfway through the meal, she got up from her seat beside mine. Turning the other side to tell her friend that she is going to the ladies, she tried to slide out and her ample ass rubbed against my shoulder as she squeezed out between our chairs. I was stunned for a moment and nearly bit my tongue. I had already been horny just sitting beside her and now the ass I love just bashed into my shoulder! I would not mind if she hit my face with it, but when we have friends around I have to be discreet in my enjoyment.

She bumped into my shoulder again when she squeezed in again later. After sitting down she turned and aplogized, saying she hoped she did not make me lose my appetite. Why, I asked. She said that some people would not like to have a butt shoved into their face while they are eating, and added that her butt is too big and takes up too much space in a crowded place like this. I replied that it is not too big, it is just nice. Is it, she asked. I said that it was nice.

At the end of the meal, we got up and filed out of the restaurant, which was still packed. Naturally, I made it a point to bump into her rear gently, feeling its warmth and softness. We dispersed eventually, I would have left if she had not called me. She asked me to go with her for a while as she wanted to talk to me about something. Her boyfriend was not able to join us that evening, so it was just the 2 of us walking to the bus stop while the rest took other transports. She asked if I could send her home tonight, and I said ok, though I was surprised as our relationship had always been very platonic.

She asked if I had enjoyed it when she bumped into me during dinner. I tried to act nonchalant and said, yes she had a nice butt. There was a wicked smile on her face. She said that she had known for some time that I liked it. I asked if it had been that obvious. She replied that though she get groped all the time she is still sensitive when she gets touched, and she knew I had been bumping into her "accidentally". Sitting beside her on the bus, I asked, you knew all along? Yes, and I enjoyed the attention. She told me that it was because I was gentle, and her boyfriend was rough and liked to grab and squeeze her in public so that people can see, and in private would pinch her. Did she like it when I touch her, I asked. Was that why she did not stop me even though she knew what I was doing. She confirmed that.

An incredulous laughter came over me, now that I have crossed the line and everything is now made known to her. What was she going to do to me, I wondered. She took my hand and placed in between us, against her butt and told me to feel for myself if I did not believe her, the conditions being that I must be gentle and I must not tell other people about it. I suppose by posting here it is still ok since there is no way anyone can identify her as the girl.

We soon alighted from the bus and I walked her to her block. She took me to the staircase and told me she knew I did not really the present the group had bought me for my birthday recently and now she want to make it up to me and give me a memorable present I would like. Standing at the landing between floors, she got me behind her and told me that she is now permitting me to grope her ass.

I placed my hands against her buttocks and felt their roundness and gave a light squeeze. I looked at her but she was looking straight ahead with a blank look on her face. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards me, my dick pressing in between her butt cheeks and then onto each cheek in turn, feeling it sink into her. At this she drew a breath and said that I seem to be quite happy. She said it in a mischevious manner and I was more at ease, knowing that she really liked what I was doing.

So I squatted and stroked my palm along her thighs up her skirt, lifted it and exposed her thong-clad buns. A dream was fulfilled when she took the skirt with her own hands and held it where I had lifted it so that I could place my hands on her naked butt cheeks! My fingers trembled when I pinched her cheeks softly wth my fingertips and palmed them to feel their weight and firmness. I stroked them to feel the roundness and smoothness and kept rubbing it. She started to giggle in a girlish way and I bent closer to sniff her nether end. There was a womanly fragrance from between her legs, having been trapped under her skirt the whole day.

I kissed her smooth cheeks and she squealed as I left wet trails that chilled her in the wind, and she flexed her buttocks in reflex. I pushed my face nearer to feel that tension in her butt and my nose was almost touching her anus through her thong. I licked around it and she started moaning quietly and she continued to push her butt into my face, until it was practically hanging over my face. I grabbed the butt cheeks and squeezed them, pushing them together and mashed my face between them, and pulled them apart such that I could see the edge of her anus.

My fingers eventually found my way between her legs and stroked her pussy through her thong, and that was when she stopped me. She did not want to go that far, she said. Seeing the disappointed look on my face, she said that I can have one last grope. I asked if I could spank her a couple of times. Expecting to get a scolding from her, I could only smile when she thought for a moment and said that it is ok, her boyfriend do that to her too, and she asked why we like doing that. I said I will tell her after spanking. She permitted only 2 times.

I stood to one side and looked at her beautiful thong-clad buns, round and perky. She bent over and took hold of the wall to support herself, such that her ass was pointing in the air and at a convenient position beside me. She looks well-trained! I looked in disbelief at what her boyfriend must have been doing to her all this while. All that abuse! I stroked her lovingly once more, standing at her waist with her butt in front of me. In that pose her butt is the highest point of her body and is offered up to me, vulnerable to punishment. I think that at this point a fetish for spanking is suddenly born in me.

Lifting my hand, I slapped once, not very hard. She relaxed her buttocks and laughed at how gentle I was. It was then that I realised she had been clenching her buttocks in anticipation of a hard blow. I told her to get ready and then delivered a hard smack on her right cheek, much louder than expected. She did not scream with pain but said ouch and lowered her butt till she was squatting and she massaged her sore flesh with one hand while balancing with the other. That hurts, she said after a while.

I apologized and thanked her for the wonderful birthday present. I told her it was the best ever, and that she had fulfilled a number of fantasies I have had. She smiled and told me she enjoyed the attention I gave her, but I must stop touching her when there are other people around as she does not want anyone to notice. She told me not to send her all the way home, and seeing as she was still massaging the red palm print on her butt, I offered to kiss the hurt away. She agreed and I tenderly kissed and licked the spot my hand had just landed on, taking away the pain I had just inflicted with my tender loving care. Such a strange feeling, but it brings us closer for having smacked her and now comforting her. Heck just allowing me to touch her brings us much closer already.

On my way home I recalled the feel of her round ass on my hands, and my dick was standing all the way home.

The story of my friend - Part 3

The story of my friend - Part 3
By ssc
Taken from here.


The girl's boyfriend is still unaware that someone else had been groping his girlfriend's ass, and he continues to do it himself in public, much to her embarrassment and discomfort. I guess she does not enjoy the attention it attracts from other people. She is A cup sized, so her assests are all down there. Few girls like to have their breasts squeezed in front of everyone, so I believe she is as uncomfortable when he slaps and squeezed her voluptious rear assets in front of us friends.

I had never been a very close friend of the boyfriend, just that we have mutual friends and we often go out together, so I feel little guilt in what I do. As for her, if she does not know, it does not hurt her, does it? Beauty is to be admired and cherished, not abused and destroyed carelessly. She has become one of the main reasons why I enjoy our group outings.

We played pool once, and unlike other guys I did not look into the girls' top when they bent over to shoot. I was busy admiring her round bum. In the dim lighting I cannot see her thong when she bent over in her pants, but I had already seen its outline earlier and knew that she was wearing a thong again. She hardly wears panties these days. Perhaps the most surprising thing was that other guys who walked past our table did not pause to look at her butt. When she bend over to position the cue, her butt sticks out so invitingly, but nobody noticed. Then when the cue had to be positioned far away she had to sit on the table to reach, and I wished I was the table.

We got into a taxi and I sat behind, with her and her boyfriend. I boarded first, followed by her, and then him. When she stepped in and swung her bum in to sit down, I placed a hand on the seat near where I estimate she will be sitting on, pulling on the rear seat belt, pretending to be searching for the socket to plug the belt into. No luck, for she sat further down close to the door and slid in towards me and I had no excuse to be leaving my hand there. Her boyfriend then climbed in and sat on the other side, and his hand sometimes stroked her ass during the taxi ride. I would certainly want to do that myself, but cannot do that. I though of doing that while he was not looking, and maybe she will think that it was his hand, but dared not try. Too dangerous.

It had been a long time since we went to a chalet, and at the last time when we went I had not been crazy over her yet, so missed out on all the opportunities. Just imagine what I will do now if we were to go again : steal her panty, peep at her showering or on the toilet. Maybe when she is sleeping I will be able to grope it again? Sometimes I freak myself out.

However, she finally confronted me one day and told me that she knew I had been touching her. To be told in the next installment.

The story of my friend - Part 2

The story of my friend - Part 2
By ssc
Taken from here

A couple of weeks later we went pubbing again and she was wearing a thong under her skirt, which had an inner lining. The material of the skirt is slinky and clinging and would show off her curves wonderfully if not for that inner layer, and perhaps it insulates her from minor bumps so that she does not notice them.

She is one of those who look fantastic in a thong, especially when you realise that she is wearing one underneath. Her butt is so round and full that the thong almost vanishes into that cleavage, leaving only a little triangle at the top. Until you see that you cannot be sure if she was wearing panty or is she commando tonight. It was like thongs are made for her, not many girls can wear it as snugly as she can.

I have often fantasized about seeing her undress at home, seeing her big and well-shaped rear end with just a thong peeking out. So I was naturally horny the moment I spot her rear end and plotted how to continue worshipping it. I wanted just to stroke the under surface of the 2 round globes hanging behind her, which was harder than just touching the top. To touch the bottom I have to push back the skirt, and this might cause her to notice before I had reached my target. One chance might be all I have.

While squeezing our way through the crowd, I positioned my hand so that I could strike while she was distracted, but someone knocked into her and she almost fell onto me. I was in shock as I found myself holding onto her left buttock, feeling its weight and firmness in my hand, totally unexpected and unprepared to enjoy the sensation. It was for just a moment as she turned to me and pushed herself away and I had to let go of her.

I was really apologizing and she looked a bit embarrassed too, but told me that it was all right. I tried keeping my distance from her that night, while reliving the wonderful experience.

But just before leaving, I decided that I must get what I had come for, and positioned my palm against her butt with my finger tips pointing down, then closed them onto her ass to stroke one cheek.

She must have felt the skirt brushing her legs even before my fingers reached her cheek and she turned her head. I stepped to one side, but from her behaviour I think she was aware that someone touched her and that it did not feel like an accident.

Was that the last time for me to touch her? I had not had enough yet!

The story of my friend - Part 1

The story of my friend - Part 1
By ssc
Taken from here.

There is this group of friends, and one girl fascinates me in particular. In fact, I'm obsessed with her ass, and always wonder if she knows about it.

Her boyfriend might have suspected, since he's very obviously a butt man and always like to grope her butt, but we've never talked about it. The way I see it, as long as my interest is not very obvious, we can both close an eye to it. He pretend not to know and I pretend not to notice that he like to look at zao geng girls and I don't embarrass him by telling her.

One day when she was wearing a thong I pretended to bump into her butt while we were taking the train. I remember she turned her head slightly to one side to see if there was anyone but it was half-hearted, and I bumped again. This time she moved away slightly and placed a hand over her butt to protect it from attack. Of course her slender wrist placed between her butt cheeks cannot cover, but her guard was up, so I had to stop. It was a light touch and I did not feel much, but it seemed firm. The skirt was thin, and I could not help thinking that the skirt would feel good against her bare butt, caressing it as she walked.

Whenever we meet up I like to see whether she's wearing a thong that day. She almost always wear skirts, and her round butt looks fantastic in skirts if they wrap around and show the shape of her rear end. Even when the skirts are not so tight you can still tell that her butt is unusually full for someone her size. It always gives me a hardon to see her rear and imagine what it will be like to touch it, and to know that there is nothing underneath except a thong. There isn't even a layer of panty under that skirt, her buttocks are naked under the skirt!

Months later we went for countdown and I tested water by bumping from the side again. It was a very crowded place and accidents can be overlooked. She did not even notice, so I bumped into her crack from behind, lightly, and she did not react. I bumped again harder and felt my hand between the flesh of her butt, but she still did not react. It was a wonderful experience, something that I had dreamt of for quite a while, and needed only a suitable opportunity. The feeling was fantastic. Howevere I dared not do anything more as I don't want to end up like the bangladesh who are arrested every year at countdowns for molest.

And after that we continued joking as normal, so I believe she did not notice anything at all. Perhaps she was more sensitive and alert initially as she was not used to the naked feeling of wearing a thong, and by now had adjusted and ignored such accidents. Next time I will try to stroke the underneath surface of that round globe.

Sam's Little Surprise

Sam's Little Surprise
By an unknown author

It came out of nowhere, that was for sure. Samantha had been nothing more than a platonic friend to Jake. They were classmates in one of the top junior colleges in Singapore, part of a group of closely-knit friends who studied and played together. It wasn't as if there was any special relationship between Sam and Jake, but the events that night sure didn't play out that way...

It all started with a proposed group outing; the four friends had planned to meet up that weekend at the National Library to blow off some steam after the stress of the recent exams. However, a last-minute promise to his girlfriend had taken Sanjeev out of the equation, while Michelle had to run some errands for her family. That left just Sam and Jake, and he'd nearly considered calling it off, but Sam had persuaded him otherwise. She'd teased him, "What, are you afraid of going out with me alone?", and that had forced his hand in the issue.

So Jake had taken the MRT down to Orchard from his home in Novena. His family had a car; a spanking new BMW 320i, but he'd barely started taking his driving lessons and borrowing it wasn't even a consideration. He'd dressed in a plain Ralf Lauren polo tee and a pair of ripped jeans under the assumption that they weren't heading for any outlandishly upclassed establishment.

Hence, he was fairly relieved when he finally caught up with Sam outside Cineleisure Orchard. She was decked out in a similarly casual manner; a white tube top with a pink band across the middle and a pink lace ribbon peeping out her cleavage, jean shorts that ended halfway down her thights and a classy pair of black low-heels. A little brown sling purse completed the outfit. Deciding on a quick bite before catching a show, they stopped by Long John's Silver to fill their stomachs with greasy fish and chips before taking a slow walk up to the box office.

As they stood on the escalator that would carry them up to the fifth floor, Jake couldn't help but feel that Sam had dressed up just a little bit more than she usually would. Then again, she didn't need to dress up much on regular days to catch the eye.

Sam wasn't a very tall girl, standing at about 1.67m tall. She also wasn't what you'd call a buxomy figure; a chest that featured an A cup at best. Then again, it wasn't those features that drew the boys to her. She had a slim body, lithe and tanned from afternoons spent out at the local riding club on horseback. The muscle definition was there, but not overwhelming in its presence; the balance that typified the sporty girl that guys so loved to chase. Then there was her face - beautiful almond eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows, a pert little mouth, and a delicate nose that complimented her features. Her silky shoulder-length hair was held back (as it always was) by a sky blue hairband with a few spare wisps of hair framing her face while classy clear crystal studs adorned her ears.

As he looked at her, his attention was drawn to her bare shoulders, where he could see bikini tan lines. There was just something about them that Jake found so alluring on girls, though he was equally distracted by her shorts, for they revealed shapely tanned thighs and slim legs that many girls could only dream about having. In fact, he drifted in and out of the conversation enough times that he'd caught Sam frowning at him in disapproval. Whether she realised that she was the source of his distraction or not, he hadn't a clue.

By the time they reached the box office, Jake felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Being a typically Saturday night in Orchard Road, he'd forgotten that he should've bought the tickets before eating, for all the recent blockbusters were sold out to the last seat. He'd nearly given up when Sam had cheekily nudged him in the side and pointed out a Korean film that had available seats. And it wasn't just any old drama for it was rated R21 and with a title that approximated "Forbidden Lust" or something along those lines, one didn't need to think much to guess at the contents.

Jake felt his face flush red as he saw the movie details, but Sam's puppy-dog 'pretty please?' expression forced him to swallow his discomfort and walk up to the counter to buy a pair of tickets for the show. Being two years under the minimum age of the show, he'd given his 'best mature guy' impression and looked away as the cashier scrutinised him from behind her glass window. Eventually, she conceded and handed over the tickets, which Sam gleefully picked up and raced off with.

Sneaking through the ticket-checkers wasn't a problem either - the old man stationed outside was more concerned with ogling the chest of a well-endowed lady yakking on the phone than with checking their ages. His loss.

It turned out to be not as bad as Jake had expected it to be. It was worse. Scenes of drunken debauchery were sprinkled with mass orgies and rampant sexuality filled the screen. He found himself caught between turned on by the on-screen fornication and discomfort caused by Sam's presence in the very next seat. In fact, he'd glance over occasionally and caught Sam watching with a rather disturbingly intense look in her eyes. Her hand briefly flitted down to her crotch region, though she withdraw it after she caught his sideways glance.

When the movie ended, there was an awkward silence between the pair of them as they exited the building. While Jake was far from being a prude, watching the explicit content in close proximity with a close friend of the opposite gender made him feel a little uncomfortable. Then again, being the gentleman that he was, he walked her back to her semi-detached house along Cairnhill Road; just across the road and a stone's throw away from Orchard Road.

They stopped before the yellow brick house and Sam fished out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the gate and stepped in. Jake was about to say goodnight and walk away as quickly as he could to end the awkward moment, but Sam's hand flashed out and caught his arm.

"Jake, my parents are out of the country and I'm.. well, I'm feeling a little lonely in this empty house. Could you come in and sit with me for a short while? Please?"

The butterflies in Jake's stomach were slowly growing by the second as he was torn between breaking away for a hasty exit and a close friend in need of his companionship. The latter eventually won out, for he reluctantly mumbled in agreement and followed her up the steps into the house.

The interior furnishing was simple yet elegant in the manner of an 18th century country house. There were no extravagant Picasso prints or marble inlays; just a few pieces of western-style wooden furniture and pictures of rustic country scenery. It was more cosy than posh and made Jake feel right at home.

"Come on, take a look at my room," grinned Sam as she led him by the elbow up a wooden staircase to one of three rooms on the second floor. It was a smallish room, with just enough space for a queen-sized bed and a small desk, but like the rest of the house, it was cosy with a full-length mirror on a wall and animal-themed decor scattered all over the place. Jake even spotted a plush horse stuffed toy that he'd given to her on her last birthday.

Sam threw herself backwards onto the bed and patted the edge next to her with a grin. He shuffled over and sat down, leaning backwards while propping himself up with his arms.

"So, how'd you like my house?" said Sam, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a very nice place," Jake offered truthfully. "Sure beats my little condo. I'd love to have a place like this to myself one day."

"Well, maybe you can't have that tonight, but you can have me."

Jake blinked, opened his mouth to utter something but found that the link between his brain and his mouth had been disconnected. It took a double-take or two before he composed himself well enough to offer a lame, "what?" in reply.

Sam didn't answer that in words, but got up and leaned across him, hooking her arms behind him such that she was face to face with him. Then she moved in and kissed him on the lips.

Jake was too shocked to move. Sure, Sam was single and was one of the most desirable girls in their faculty, but he'd always thought of himself as being too plain for someone of her stature. But this was different! She'd made the first move and he'd.. he'd... aww heck, if the opportunity was there...

He broke out of his self-imposed state of immobility and returned the kiss with an equal amount of passion. Her slender tongue probed his own, her lips locked with his in a moment of pure magic. He reached out and put his hands around her slight waist, drawing her into him as they savoured each other.

Then she broke off the kiss, staring deeply into his eyes for a long second or two before a big smile appeared on her face and she uttered a single word.

"Strip."

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Jake as he found himself sinking into deeper and deeper water.

"Aww, come on J. It's not that difficult," quipped Sam with a cheeky grin as she got off the bed and stood facing him. "I'll even go first!"

Jake felt his heart skip a handful of beats as he sat there rooted to the spot as Sam loosened the pink ribbon hanging out of her tube top. Like a sensous dancer, she wriggled as she pulled the top over her head in one smooth move, disclosing a lacy strapless white bra that covered her small breasts. He felt his dick swell in his pants as he watched her pull off the hairband, letting her smooth hair fall in black waves over her shoulders.

She followed it up by unbuttoning her shorts and sliding it off her shapely legs, with only a matching lacy thong to cover her pussy. And how she did it in such a sexy manner, Jake didn't know, but the growing bulge in his pants was testimony to her skill. On closer inspection, he could see that the thong was already damp, with the outlines of Sam's pussy visible through the thin material.

Her bra was the next to go, unclipped and tossed to the floor like a forgotten toy, exposing two smallish breasts that were topped by perky nipples. Sam wasn't a Pam Anderson by any stretch of the imagination, but her boobs were nicely shaped handfuls that were just pleading to be played with.

She almost stopped his heart as she hooked her thumbs on her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing a completely bald cunt that just looked oh-so-tight! The fact that she'd paid so much attention to her pussy immediately made Jake recall the various rumours floating around school that she'd lost her virginity in her first year at JC and had been lying with a few guys since then.

Then it was his turn and Sam was standing in the buff staring at him expectedly. He cringed. It wasn't as if he was unexposed to sex; he jacked off to porn just like most guys (and that NYP Tammy video? Just HOT!) and had engaged in heavy petting with his ex, but he'd never done the full it with a girl before. But he was stuck there with no other choice, so he removed his shirt and pants, throwing them in a pile on the floor and hesitated over his boxers.

So Sam reached out and snagged the elastic band of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees as his dick sprung free of its confinement and saluted her slim, supple body. She didn't seem at all shocked by the sight of it - something he put down to her experience - and knelt down in front of him to take his Mr Happy into her small hands, spreading the gobs of precum all over the head of his dick as she looked up at him with a mischievous look on her face.

Before Jake knew it, Sam had bent down and wrapped her thin lips around the head of his cock. He felt a brilliant sensation of warmth shoot through his body as she slid her mouth up and down as she massaged his balls with her hands. Her tongue played along the length of his dick, creating an intense sensation that caused a novice like him to fly into a climax when she sucked particularly hard on one stroke. Not wanting to gag her in case she wasn't ready for it, he pulled out of her mouth just as he lost all control, sending a spray of thick gooey cum flying at her, landing all over her mouth, nose and hair. In fact, one particular glob just hung from her chin, which Jake found to be an incredibly sexy look for her.

To Sam's credit, she didn't flinch at all as she took the load in the face. In fact, she seemed to love it as she used a finger to gather the semen on her before sticking it in her mouth and swallowing it with a smile. So she had done it before! In fact, he was doubly sure that she'd done it quite a few times as she took his softening dick into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum off it. It was like living in a real life porno flick or something. But it was all real and it was happening to him!

Sam flopped back down onto the bed, motioning for him to join her. As they lay beside each other in silence, she alternated between sucking and stroking his cock, causing it to stiffen once more as she worked on it. When it was nearly back to its full size, she reached to her bedside table and pulled a loose condom out of a box. With a knowing grin, she expertly slid the thin plastic over Jake's hardening member, probably assuming that he'd not know how to put it on himself.

Despite his inexperience, he found himself greatly aroused by her touch as she ministrated to his sexual longings. The sight of her face with remnants of cum streaking it was as much a turn-on as the temptation of her neatly shaven pussy as she straddled him, gently lowering her opening over his erect penis.

Jake felt the sensation of her pussy lips cupping his swollen dick head, which turned from a slow tingling to unbelievable ecstasy as she slid herself onto him. Her pussy was indeed as tight as it had looked at first glance, her vaginal walls pressing firmly onto his dick as Sam impaled herself on his manhood.

Just as he felt the very top of his dick reached as far as it could go, she leaned over and kissed him again on the lips before easily sliding off him. He must've looked like he'd had a brain freeze for she smiled sweetly at him before she slowly sunk back down onto him, drawing his dick back into the warm tight folds of her inner sanctum. This time, she felt more relaxed and was able to take almost all of his manhood into her pussy, before squeezing her vaginal muscles to draw a startled gasp from Jake.

He just lay there, his gaze locked onto her ebony eyes as she rode him in a manner not too dissimiliar from riding a horse. In fact, Jake wondered if that could be the very reason why she'd taken up horse riding with such a passion! He reached up and cupped her little breasts in his hands, squeezing them and tickling her erect nipples, causing her to elicit a sharp gasp of her own.

The springs of the bed creaked softly underneath them as they made passionate love to each other, slowly forming a rhythm as their two bodies merged into one. Jake felt his balls aching, but it was an ache of desperately-awaited pleasure as he savoured the moment.

He felt his second load of cum build up in his dick and Sam must have too, for she reached down and placed his hands on her ass and whispered loudly, "fuck me now Jake, fuck me!". He reacted instinctively as he pulled her deeper and deeper onto his dick with each thrust until he felt her pussy twitch and clamp down on him like a vise as she neared her own orgasm.

"Harder, J! HARDER!! I'm.. I'm.. unnhh.. AAAHHHH!"

Jake felt his dick twitch hard before he saw Sam close her eyes and throw her head back with a cry of utter rapture as he climaxed, sending a shot of jism into her while her whole body shook with sheer pleasure. It seemed like eternity before she slumped beside him with a look of satisfaction plastered across her face.

Sam reached down and slid the used condom off his softening dick before tossing it into a bin beside the bed. The sheets were soaked with sweat and the air had the musty smell of lovemaking, but Jake was in bliss as he cuddled with Sam on the bed.

"So, was that good for you?" she inquired cheekily as she slid a hand across his chest.

Jake could only nod in agreement, kissing her on the forehead as they held each other in the silence of the deepening night.