Life changed after Christmas

[xiaohong]

My name is Mimi Cheng, a 23 year old accountant, and I have something to share. This unfortunate incident happened last year, when my family held our annual X'mas party. At a very young age, my parents divorced and my custody was awarded to my Dad as my Mom had financial issues. My very eligible Dad remarried shortly after when I was 8, to a younger lady who was a divorcee herself. She had a cute and obedient son named Max, who was 4 years younger than me. After marriage, they moved in with us.

Since Max and I were still young, we did not know the complications of the grown-up world. We bonded instantly and got on well while growing up together. He has been like a flesh-and-blood younger brother to me through the years and he even calls me ‘Zeh Zeh’, meaning elder sister. My stepmom treated us fairly, and I grew to love her more than my own distant mom. Life was normal in our family, just like any other. I felt blessed and grateful that my Dad did not have to raise me as a single parent and I had the warmth of a true family.

I have been told many times that I resembled the K-Pop singer Hyuna. With a figure of 32C – 24 – 33, I always got a lot more attention than I would have liked. My height of only 1.65m and my voluptuous assets only served to make my body curvier. My proud, round tits and my firm, perky butt just drives the opposite sex nuts. All the boys at university and then the guys at my present workplace constantly give me weird and piercing stares. I have even caught a few openly gawking lustfully at me when I walked by. Despite all that attention I was getting, my busy work schedule now didn’t allow me to find a boyfriend.

Every year, my parents would organise a party on X’mas Eve and invite everyone they know. Our house would be packed full of guests and there would be food, drinks and games for the kids. Due to the sheer number of guests, Max and I would leave our own friends out of this party. The house would already be so crowded with our relatives and our parents’ friends. Last year, my Stepmom proposed that we do something special like a costume party. Well, it was certainly a welcoming detour from the usual X’mas routine.

Max came running to me anxiously a week before the party. He had bought a 4-armed monster snowman costume off eBay but he had been careless in the details. When the costume arrived on our doorstep, then he realised it was meant for 2 persons. It wasn’t viable to send it back to wherever he bought it from due to the hassle and shipping cost. He knew I hadn’t bought my costume yet, so he begged me to be his costume partner. I was reluctant at first because the monster snowman look really didn’t appeal to me, but knowing that none of our friend would be coming and he had no one else to turn to besides his trusty elder sister, I agreed.

X’mas eve finally came. Due to the stuffiness in the costume, we had a hard time deciding what to wear in it. He settled on a singlet and a pair of boxer shorts. I picked out my flimsiest t-shirt and a pair of FBT shorts. As Max dwarfs me by half a head, I had to take the front so my sight doesn’t get impeded. That also meant I could go braless and Max wouldn’t notice. But I could never stand even a little heat and decided to go for broke. Not only did I go braless, I decided not to wear anything under my shorts as well. There wasn’t any harm, I naively thought.

Before squeezing into the costume, we had to make sure to empty our bladders because it sure wasn’t easy getting out of it. I’m not sure if he was oblivious to the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear, but I thought it shouldn’t pose any problems to him. We slipped our arms into the 4-armed snowman costume and stepped our legs in. It was unexpectedly tight because it was made up of mainly foam and not much room inside despite its round and bulky shape. My back was basically glued onto his torso in the costume. And just then, I became conscious of the front of his boxers on my butt. I could make out his limp manhood sticking into my left butt cheek through our shorts.

I thought nothing of it. After all, this was my younger brother and I should have seen this coming the moment I agreed to squeeze into the same costume with him. Walking in the costume wasn’t much of a problem. We just needed to time our steps. We practiced a little before the guests got here and we were pretty pleased with our teamwork and coordination. All the while, we stayed cool by staying under the air conditioning. When it was almost evening time, the guests were slowly arriving.

My Dad asked us to stand at the door to welcome the guests as they came in. We stood at the door to greet everyone and handed out candies to the kids. After an hour or so, it was getting warm in the costume. I had started to sweat and so was Max, I could tell. Our thighs were skin on skin and the sweat between us was making it sticky and a little uncomfortable. Because of that, he started to have a habit of fidgeting in the costume much to my chagrin as I didn’t like the way his front was rubbing into my back.

I tried to disregard what he was doing behind me, but he was causing more heat in the costume. And I could feel that sticking point on his crotch pressing onto me repeatedly. I have had boyfriends in school, and I know when a boy has a hard-on. Max was really not helping himself with his fidgeting. I tried to act normal and I didn’t want to point this out and cause him embarrassment.

While handing a candy bar to a little girl, I bent forward slightly while he stayed upright. It caused a pull in opposite directions and the tight costume stretched. When it sprung back, my butt jammed back onto his crotch and his manhood slipped right between my butt cheeks. The both of us kept very silent at this awkward situation. Damn it, I could feel it rubbing on my behind with every little movement we make.

Before we knew it, the guests were really streaming in now. We could not keep up with the greetings and kids running circles around us, eyeing the candies. The guests all came in various costumes. Some were lame and some were creative, none of them genuinely eye-catching. All that constant turning and twisting about in the costume while trying to coordinate our steps were working against us. Our practice hadn’t prepared us for this flood of guests. And it just kept getting hotter and hotter in here.

In the midst of it all, he had stopped his constant fidgeting. That was odd. Then I realised I had a semi-erection between my butt cheeks and it seemed to be hardening. There was no getting out of this situation with the number of people we had to attend to, so I secretly hoped that his erection was due to the heat and when the last of our guests had arrived, we can cool off under the air conditioning.

Max tried to turn to his side to squeeze his semi-erection out of my butt cheeks and did not succeed. He then bent his knees a little to lower himself to find space to maneuver. And what we didn't expect was that his manhood slip off my butt crack, rubbed along my cheeks and sprung up below my shorts. To make things worse, the thin strip of cloth covering my naked pubes was dangerously exposing my privates to his still-hardening meat.

He realised that too. His breath behind me was quickening, and I could feel his heartbeat on my back beating furiously now. The only option for us was to keep very still and i had to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could for fear of his erection rubbing directly on the bottom of my shorts and accidentally making contact with my naked woman-flesh.

That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn't counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown erection. All the while we were chatting and attending to guests at the door, we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did, however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were stuck together in the same costume.

By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts. There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without turning around, "Erm... Max, why don't we go upstairs to change? It is really too hot in here. I'm sure the guests don't mind if we just wear normal clothes for the rest of the party."

He replied, "O... Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi... High tide, haha..."

We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair ticking his hardness.

We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a kid of our parents' friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed. We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making rub against each other.

One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped onto us from behind. We bent forward and almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max's manhood tip was now in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.

We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs closed, I hadn't counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and directly against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.

That wasn't the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female lips and then bumped on my clit again. This time, a shock of pleasure electrocuted me. This time, I squirmed in the costume and unfortunately rubbed my slit even more on his hardness.

In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first, I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, "Stop it Max. You're making things worse. Control yourself."

He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised then that I could not depend on him anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on his side, telling him to wake up form his lust and come back to his senses. I could not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my cheesepie.

That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn't counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown erection. All the while we were chatting and attending to guests at the door, we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did, however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were stuck together in the same costume.

By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts. There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without turning around, "Erm... Max, why don't we go upstairs to change? It is really too hot in here. I'm sure the guests don't mind if we just wear normal clothes for the rest of the party."

He replied, "O... Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi... High tide, haha..."

We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair ticking his hardness.

We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a kid of our parents' friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed. We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making rub against each other.

One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped onto us from behind. We bent forward and almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max's manhood tip was now in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.

We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs closed, I hadn't counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and directly against my clit. I couldn't help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.

That wasn't the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female lips and then bumped on my clit again. This time, a shock of pleasure electrocuted me. This time, I squirmed in the costume and unfortunately rubbed my slit even more on his hardness.

In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first, I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, "Stop it Max. You're making things worse. Control yourself."

He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised then that I could not depend on him anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on his side, telling him to wake up form his lust and come back to his senses. I could not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my cheesepie.

But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn't suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.

As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh...”

Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.

Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.

“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.

That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”

It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.

:cry:

My life changed and now I am in Sydney... call me mimi for massage at 0406848488

[mongolian]

A round of applause...

[AHLUNGOR]

So for $90/30 min, can I be MAX too ??

[AHLUNGOR]

Oh, Mimi, just one more question, did you write all that, or did you copy and paste that from somewhere ??

[Punter Poontang]

Cool story bro.

[Sextus]

Obviously copied and pasted, but a very nice marketing idea. Anyone else get a hard on reading it?

[Travelmate]

no. just like another story from 10 year old penthouse magazine

[wilisno]

Hehe, if she can write that, she can write porn novel for a living instead of giving massage !

[macuser]

am i the only one who this ahlungor is a bit thick in the head... always stating the obvious etc?

[CunningLinguist]

A quick search yielded this (http://runroaderstories.blogspot.com.au/?zx=c3c9dbd4d5d10180)

[mongolian]

Cool marketing, I reckon. Was certainly tempted to call the number earlier.. ;)

[wilisno]

It's entertainment alright, but should it be in the After Report section ?

[rooter]

Pure cynical manipulative marketing rubbish !!
If you believe this then you may as well also believe the Easter bunny will come around to your house along with Santa Claus, Yeti, Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, the Tooth Fairy and deliver 10 Playboy bunnies to you to do with as you please.

[rooter]

This is the lowest depths this forum has ever sunk too.
I would rather put up with with 100 New Dehli hooker spams than this shite !!!
... actually NO! the New Dehli hooker spams are the worst !!

[lollypop]

called the number , no answer
bloody hell ...50 shades of grey

[AHLUNGOR]

am i the only one who this ahlungor is a bit thick in the head... always stating the obvious etc?

Haha, you don't know who I am?? Never mind, I am nobody really!!

But you have been around for a couple of days, perhaps you can share some of your past or current affairs so that we can all get to know you better!!

Welcome to the forum mate

Cheers

[Gucci2012]

A quick search yielded this (http://runroaderstories.blogspot.com.au/?zx=c3c9dbd4d5d10180)

I read with great interest the rest of this tale...but the more I read the more I realised this poor fictional girl was actually getting raped by her step brother.

[rooter]

Haha, you don't know who I am?? Never mind, I am nobody really!!

But you have been around for a couple of days, perhaps you can share some of your past or current affairs so that we can all get to know you better!!

Welcome to the forum mate

Cheers

Haha!! newbies !! You gotta love 'em ;)
"who this Ahlungor?" Quote of the night !!

[gimpy]

what the what?

[wilisno]

Haha!! newbies !! You gotta love 'em ;)
"who this Ahlungor?" Quote of the night !!

Read his text carefully : " Always stating the obvious etc ? " ...

That means he's not a newbie ! :miao:

[chandra_man1]

What the hell is this post all about?this is the all time worst post ever. Geez

[cheungchau]

Read his text carefully : " Always stating the obvious etc ? " ...

That means he's not a newbie ! :miao:

Actually his post has hidden message.... ha ha ha lots of cents!

[Daitowha]

Hei, this is a public forum, no harm to have a little bit of variety, provided that there're no "hidden" agenda. He He!!!

[Travelmate]

This is Part 2


Just now my young aunt sat on my lap


My mom has a 35 year old single younger sister. We are all very close and today we helped her to move house. After we packed everything and were about to leave, we realised there was not enough room in the car for everyone to sit. My dad was driving, my mom sit in front, and the back seats was fully stacked with stuff. No choice lor, she have to sit on my lap. I was wearing shorts and have a habit of going commando. I'm a 23 year old young man with a little experience with women. How to tahan a 35 year old slim and shapely lady wearing a short dress on my lap?


When she sat down on my lap, i realised my limp kkj was pointing between her butt crack. I was hoping she doesn't back up into me and feel me poking her behind. As we got on the way, the bumps and swerves made her grind her butt into my lap. Damn it, my kkj was getting hard. Then when my dad had to jam brake bcos of a lady driver, she almost fell off me. When she sat back on my lap, she made sure to back up all the way onto me. My half hard kkj was trapped under her, pressed directly under her dress.


Maybe she felt me poking thru my shorts into her from below, but she didn't say anything. She continued to make small talk with my parents. I decided I had to adjust my kkj to make the poking less obvious to her but I can't use my hands with her on top of me. I tried to think of the upcoming presidential election and Tony Tan's face to make my hardness go away but it was not working. Every bump on the road was working against me. Every thrust of her butt on my kkj was making me harder. Until I am very sure she could feel my erection thru the thin cloth of her short dress.


I also realised my kkj is directly under the entrance of her cheesepie. I was praying very hard that she did not realise I was having a full blown erection bcos of her. I would die of embarrassment. Then at a road hump, as if she read my mind, she lifted herself a little and allowed my erect kkj to spring back towards my abdomen. When she sat back down again, my kkj was trapped between her butt crack. The two of us were then very quiet in the car. Only my parents were chattering on and on.


When I looked down, my kkj has made a wet spot on my shorts. This was going to be very hard to explain later. I don't think they would believe it was sweat. Anyway, as the journey continued, her butt crack was somehow massaging my kkj thru my shorts bcos of her movements in the car. I needed release very badly now. Her butt was driving me insane. I decided to take a risk.


Hoping that my aunt doesn't notice, I peeled back the top of my shorts to expose my kkj head to try to masturbate a little. I thought that after I pew pew, my erection subside, there won't be a tent in my shorts when we arrive at our destination. If my parents saw that they would kill me. I took an empty vase from one of the boxes and was ready to proceed as planned. Bloody hell, there was another bump and this time, my aunt was lifted up by the force and unintentionally sat back down on my very erect kkj.


This time, my shorts were pulled down from the waist as her weight crashed down on my kkj. The friction of her dress on my naked kkj was too much for me. I groaned quite loudly and she turned her head to check on me. I saw her concerned face was red from embarrassment and there was something else from the look on her face. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were glazed and half closed. I think she had been single for too long liao. She had her last bf two years ago. All that sexual tension with no release has also been very hard on her.


That look on her face caught me by surprise and she could tell from my expression. She quickly turned away from me and pretended that nothing was happening. I was now very sure she could feel my erect kkj below poking up into her. All that prevented me from breaching her cheesepie was her dress and panties. The turn of events was really unexpected. Now, I don't know what to do. If she got up from my lap, my kkj was going to spring into full view of everyone in the car. I was so screwed by the situation.


Suddenly, her hands dipped between her thighs and she adjusted her position on my lap. There was a little fidgeting and a few seconds later when I saw her hands, I noticed her fingers were wet. I looked down on her thighs and saw her panties were pulled down to mid thighs. Now, only her short and sweat-soaked dress was the only barrier between my kkj and her cheesepie. The dress had ridden a little higher than before. Just an inch higher, and our naked private flesh would be rubbing in full contact. I had to keep reminding myself this was my dearest young aunt on my lap.


I was contemplating what I should do now. Since she already knew my kkj was rubbing on the door to her cheesepie and she still pulled down her panties, it was obvious she was ready to go all the way with me. The car ride was making us grind against each other. Her fists were gripping the front seat shoulders very tightly. I could see from the rear mirror that her eyes were shut and her face was deep in concentration. I guess my hardness must be now rubbing against her sweetest spot.


Another few minutes of this felt like an hour. I think it was driving her crazy as well. Suddenly, she lifted herself off me about half an inch and flipped up the back of her skirt. That was it. Now i could feel her nether lips on my 2nd in-charge. My years of pcc practice did not come in vain. If I had less control, I would have shot out my pew pew out in front to the dashboard. There was no way I would let that happen. Being totally fugged would be an understatement.


But if don't pew in front, what option would I have? And my young aunt starting to slide herself along my length was definitely not helping. Her hot juices were seeping down and soaking the car seats. The smell of girl juice would have given us away if not for the stinking boxes in the car. My most pressing problem would be my pew pew since my kkj is pointing infront. That would be a disaster.


As if she read my mind, she did the only thing that would not give us away. She dipped her right hand down and bent my kkj head upwards towards her cheesepie entrance. Right at her nether lips. OMG, what we were about to do would get us both in prison. With a last shred of sensibility, this thought flashed across my mind. My parents will disown me. My face would be in the papers and my life would be ruined even after prison.


At the thought of the consequences, I tried to reached out in front and pull her right hand away to stop her. She gave me pinch on the inside of my thigh and I gave a yip. My mom turned around and asked me if her sister was too heavy for me. I gave an awkward smile back at her and said my aunt was pretty light, just that my lap was getting numb. My aunt gave an awkward laugh and said I was just being sweet and her hours of yoga might have paid off. At the same time, I felt an appreciative stroke of her hand on my kkj to return the compliment. As if trying to break my spirit, her stroking continued in a slow and constant pace. It was firm enough to give me maximum hardness but not fast enough to make me pew.


My dad then said we are reaching in about ten minutes. Damn it, I thought. When everyone gets off the car, my fully erect kkj would be exposed to everyone. If I stopped my aunt from stroking me and concentrate hard enough, I may be able to make my erection subside. I tried to pull off her right hand on my kkj again but his time I accidentally grazed her cheesepie lips with my fingers. She shuddered and gave a soft moan. Luckily my parents did not hear that. She quickly pinched my thigh again but I endured the pain. Seeing that it did not work, she pinched me right on my kkj head. The pleasure shot through the roof and almost made me pew. That softened my grip on her wrist.


She took the chance and squeezed in my kkj between the folds of her lips. I felt my tip slip into an extremely hot velvet oven. Rather than go too far, the best option would be for me to shoot now and have my pew juice run down her outer lips than shoot deep inside her and get her pregnant. I could hear her heavy breathing and I knew she had lost all self control long long ago. My mom could feel her breathing down her neck and turned to ask if she was alright. My aunt said that she was feeling a warm but it was nothing to worry about. While talking to my mom, she was trying to push herself 45 degrees downwards towards my kkj. Damn it, she was trying to push me in balls deep.


I tried to fight her by squeezing my kkj inwards so that it doesn’t get any further in. She tried using her hand to grip my kkj again but I reached infront to stop her. As if finally relenting, she released my kkj and proceeded to stroke her pleasure pearl. Since she was not going to push me further in, I should just let her stroke herself and get this over with. Her breathing got heavier and heavier and I could feel her trembling above me. Her climax must be very near liao. Finally, I thought we could stop before things get out of hand and I let down my guard. I was so wrong.


Thinking that she would give up just like that was the biggest mistake I made. Her right hand immediately went from her pleasure knob to my kkj. Her fingers curled around my length and positioned it for entry. Luckily from her sitting position on my lap, she wasn’t able to adjust my kkj very well. The space constraint did not allow her to get that angle that would make my kkj slide all the way in. She improvised and leaned forward to ask my mom some cooking questions. At the same time, she lifted her butt off me and used her hand on my kkj to position me at the right angle for entry.


Luckily all the boxes and her belongings were blocking my parents’ view. They were still unsuspectingly chatting with my aunt. While talking to my mom, she remained lifted a few inches off my lap. Then she pointed my kkj at her pearl and teased it a bit first. I could see her sweat soaking thru her dress now. The thin dress stuck to her body and her slim and nubile figure was now more obvious. Her long hair was sticking to her wet and sexy neck. I could see every curve she had. Her body was shaking in anticipation at the imminent penetration.


As if she had teased herself enough, she suddenly sat back down on me with her full weight. Maybe that was partly to punish me for not helping her and purposely making this difficult for her. At first I felt the painful thrust of her butt on my lap. After the pain subsided, I realised a searing hot sensation below. More specifically, that sensation was around my length. That warmth was nothing I had experienced before. It felt infinitely better than my right hand in a way I couldn’t put into words. I looked down between us and I saw my aunt’s butt had backed up all the way into my abdomen.


I could not see the whole situation now but this new sensation surrounding my entire length was the only thing I could think about. I could not care whether the whole world finds out about us. All I want is the sensation to continue massaging my length. At first, I could not believe she really did it. I noticed she was suddenly out of breath and gyrating, writhing her sexy neck and back as if in serious pain. Then, I finally accepted that she had just impaled her slim frame on my kkj, all the way to my hilt.


Since I had been visiting Geylang for some time now, I immediately realised she was much tighter than any of the youngest FLs I had ever piaked. It felt almost like I was piaking a young virgin girl. Maybe I should declare first that I am not very big. I am around seven inches when full blown erect. While a FL will not have any problems with me, I am not so sure about my rarely laid young aunt who had not had any action for two whole years.


It felt like I was breaking her in all over again and I was pretty honoured and privileged to be that guy. As much as I knew this was wrong, her feeling of her cheesepie around my kkj just felt too good. I had never been more desperate for relief and the only solution would be to go along with my aunt. She was slowly getting used to my entire length inside her until she eventually stopped her trembling and writhing, and kept very still on my lap. Her breath was returning to normal but I knew she was trying very hard to not to give us away. Her hands went back to gripping the front car seat shoulders.


She was already very wet below but surprisingly, her juices never stopped flowing. Her depth was constantly massaging, sucking and clenching hard on my kkj. I guess she could only work her inner muscles on my length to make herself cum instead of raising and lowering herself on my kkj. Even if she could keep the up-and-down action at a minimum, I think she knew she would still get my parents’ attention.


I should probably stress that there was a large box of my aunt’s paintings right between my parents’ seats and it reached almost to the back seats. It covered us up to our chests. I was so thankful it blocked their vision from what was going on behind them. By now, we are just one turn away from her new neighbourhood. Time was seriously running out liao. She struggled to regain enough composure to tell my mom she felt a slight headache and needed some Panadol from the nearest convenience store. My aunt was desperately trying to buy more time, and her voice was still a little shaky as she spoke.


My mom then told my dad to drive around the neighbourhood to look for a store to get the aspirins. As soon as my dad made a detour, my aunt removed her right hand from the front seat and dipped it down between her thighs. I could feel her finger tips at the base of my kkj as she frantically rubbed her sensitive love button. She was trying to speed up her climax. Her breathing was speeding up again and I could feel her slowly starting to grind her butt down on me.


More accurately, she was putting her entire body weight on her crotch and she was grinding it down in a circular motion against the base of my kkj. There was now an extra sensation of sweet pain from the friction of her pubes on mine, in addition to the feeling of her velvet hot, wet flesh squeezing along my whole length. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. But at the same time, her weight squished my balls flat and it felt a little painful. I accidentally let out a moan. My concerned mom turned around and assured me that I can get down from the car for a while to ease my numb thighs when we reached the convenience store.


My aunt kept up the act and told my mom that it was probably the heat inside the car that added to my discomfort. My aunt’s voice was even shakier now but her excuse of a headache was ingenious. The whole car was stacked with boxes and it indeed made it stuffy inside. But nothing was hotter than that cheesepie that my kkj was plugging, I thought to myself. I then joked to my mom that I was soaking wet below. My young aunt lifted herself a bit and backed down hard to give me little pain. Maybe she thought I was being sarcastic.


My unsuspecting mom thought we were just being playful with each other, but she would flip if she found out her son’s kkj was buried deep in her youngest sister’s cheesepie. That little act by my aunt also got me wishing quietly for her never to stop doing that. I would give anything to feel her slender, sexy body and shapely butt riding up and down on me now. To feel that dripping wet cheesepie moving up and down on my kkj. To feel that cheesepie lift up to my tip and slide back down along my entire length slowly, all the way until I’m balls deep again. To feel her tremble uncontrollably with pleasure, bouncing herself on my lap while she worked her own juicy pearl with her fingers.


My horny imagination was driving me crazy. Staring at her sweat-soaked, hot and sexy frame in front of me, I had the urge to grab her dress from behind her and rip it to shreds. In my mind, I would stuff my fingers in her mouth to suck, maul her perky boobs, grip her slim waist and rub her lava-hot cheesepie all at the same time. But with my parents here, that would be suicide. So I reached my hands around to at least grab a boob. She intercepted my hands and put them on my side, as if telling me to behave and not be disrespectful by molesting her body. She was my aunt after all.


I was disappointed but I could not complain about what I was already getting. I could feel the wetness left behind by her fingers when she grabbed my hands. I lifted both my hands to my face and took a whiff of her glistening juices. It had a musky and pungent aroma. I proceeded to lick my hands clean. It was a little thick, tasted heady and sweet, mixed with a little bit of sweat. I had always thought cheesepie secretions were dirty and I would never go down on a girl. But my aunt was an exception. I would eat her out anytime, if she wanted me to.


From the corner of her eye, she was always conscious of what I was doing. When she saw me lick her juices off my hands, she gave me a few extra squeezes within her depths. I guess it made her hot to see me do that. Then she slid her butt forward, making a horizontal sliding motion of her butt from my abdomen to my thighs, and back up to my abdomen again. I realised this motion allowed my kkj to slip two inches out of her wet cheesepie and then push back in again. Holy fark! I was glad she was also thinking what I was thinking earlier, about her riding me.


When she backed up into my abdomen, she arched her back all the way and stuck out her butt, making an S shape with her body. It was the female form in all her glory and it was incredibly sexy. When she slid forward to withdraw my kkj from her depths, I could see our point of connection, where my kkj was stretching out her wet hole. I could see her greedy, tight nether lips pulling on my kkj when she slid forward, as if unwilling to let me slip out, not even for that couple of inches. I could see her pink bunk hole, cute and unviolated, constantly squeezing and undulating as my kkj moved in and out of her cheesepie. With this horizontal sliding action of her on me, the juices between our private parts had dried up a little and were starting to get sticky and lathering up. I could also see our mixed carnal juices forming a thin ring of white froth around her nether lips where I enter.


Just then, my dad spotted a Shell station up in front and told us he was going to get the Panadol and refuel at the same time. As my dad drove towards the petrol station, my aunt stopped sliding and playing with herself. She then tapped my mom on her right shoulder and asked her if she could help to get the Panadol. She explained that the back seat was stuffed full of boxes and she would not be able to get out of the car without unloading some. As she leaned forward to talk to my mom, she inadvertently allowed about three inches of my kkj to slip out of her.


My mom agreed that it would be too troublesome to unload the boxes but she was still concerned about my discomfort. Truthfully, my legs were indeed getting numb. I told my mom that I could lessen my agony if I shifted my weight a bit. Without waiting for my aunt to respond, I put both hands on the seat to lift myself up and glide my butt lower down the seat to adopt a slouchier posture. The sticky mixture of sweat and female juices beneath me made it a little difficult to lift my butt from the seat. But more importantly, with my mom still looking at us, I prayed hard that she did not detect the faint but unmistakable smell of intercourse that escaped as I did.


As I adjusted myself on the seat with my aunt on me, my kkj made a jarring probe up into my aunt’s tender cheesepie. I had unintentionally thrust the three inches of my uncoupled man meat back in. She was completely taken by surprise and gasped loudly, right at my mom. Then she immediately covered her mouth and hung her head down, as if overwhelmed by the feeling of sudden penetration and afraid it might show on her face. Her hapless slender frame was shaking, trembling uncontrollably again and she broke out in more cold sweat under her dress. I think I just made her cum.


My clueless mom asked her if she was feeling nauseous and really sure about staying in the car, in this position with me, instead of taking a break outside. My panting aunt struggled to catch her breath before lifting her head and assuring my mom that she was alright. She said she was feeling a little sore below, that’s all. She was lying. She absolutely came. Her yielding depths were desperately tightening and squeezing on my kkj. I could see her left fist gripping tightly on the front car seat and her knuckles turning white. Still, she was resisting the intensity of her climax. Her right hand was still covering her mouth. I guessed she must have very nearly screamed out just now.


As my dad pulled into the Shell station, my aunt tried her best to act casual and adjusted her dress. She took care to smooth the back of her dress down over her butt and cover up the sight of our sinful union. I had no idea what my aunt was up to when she requested for the stop, but I was dead sure she was not having any headache. I knew the only sensible thing to do now was to end this nonsense before we get caught. I was caught in two minds. The levelheaded side of me was praying hard that my aunt was buying time for us to compose ourselves while my parents were out of the car. The lustful, and prevalent, side of me was hoping she would pull out all the stops and fark me outright.


The Shell station was empty as we pulled to a stop, except for one pump attendant. As my aunt sat still on my lap, my dad got down from the car and told the attendant to pump full tank. I noticed that the attendant was a young lady in her mid 20s with average looks, a little skinny and quite safe for landing. She was wearing the Shell uniform and a cap with a pony tail. She seemed quite guniang so I presumed she was a management trainee. My mom got her wallet and followed my dad into the Shell Select store to get the aspirins. As the attendant went to hook the pump nozzle into the fuel tank outlet, her eyes were fixated on my aunt.


There was a look of awe and envy on the attendant’s face. I wasn’t surprised at the attention my aunt got. Everywhere she went, she had no shortage of admirers. That’s mainly owing to the fact that she looks a lot like the Hong Kong actress Chen Fala, especially when she smiles. Even their figure was similar, but I think my aunt has a fairer complexion. If she wasn’t so camera-shy, she could have been a model with her good looks, perfect fair skin, long legs and slim, curvy figure. She would captivate everyone when she walked in the room, regardless of guys or ladies. I always thought that her future husband will be the luckiest man on earth. Her ex-bf was a real idiot for cheating on her.


The attendant couldn’t stop staring at my aunt. I think she sensed that something was amiss. I cocked my head to check the rear view mirror. When I saw my aunt’s face, her cheeks were flushed red and her forehead was wet with perspiration. At this instant, her brows were tightly knit and she was biting on her lower lips. She seemed like she was really enjoying the feeling of my manhood inside her. God damn, she looked so sexy and in heat. No wonder the attendant was staring. Any sexually active woman could tell my aunt was very aroused. And it was obvious there was some hanky-panky going on between us. I panicked a bit. If she blew the whistle on us, we would both be going to jail.


Just as I was worrying, my oblivious aunt finally lost all restraint and took matters into her own hands. She had been longing badly for my parents to leave the car. With them out of the way, she couldn’t give a hoot about who was watching from the side. Her original position was close-legged, with her legs on my knees. Her panties had only been pulled down to mid-thighs. Now, she hooked her soaking wet panties with both thumbs, bent over, pulled them all the way down her long, shapely legs and took them off. She hurriedly stuffed them into one of the packing boxes. I would definitely have to get my hands on those panties later, I thought to myself.


After that, she spread her legs apart to place them on the outside of my calves. As she moved her lovely legs, they were still shaky from her orgasm. I could feel cool air at once on my previously trapped balls. Next, she put both hands on the front seat shoulders for leverage and balance, lifted her right foot then her left, and placed them flat on the seat next to my outer thighs. Her breathing was getting increasingly laboured and she let out soft moans as she shifted. She was now squatting on me with my erection buried to the hilt inside her, primed for an all-out reverse cowgirl ride on my hard meat. I was really panicking liao. The attendant was still watching.


The attendant’s mouth was open in shock at our audacity. Her face was blushing as she stared. Just then, my aunt finally noticed her too. She sat frozen on me for a moment. Incredibly ashamed but too far gone to stop now, my aunt could only put her right finger slowly up to her lips, gesturing to the attendant to keep this naughty secret for her. The attendant replied with an awkward smile and turned her face away with embarrassment, but all the while she could not take her eyes off my beautiful young aunt. Boy, was I glad the attendant was a kinky girl herself. Maybe she thought we were a couple. If only she knew this was my own aunt about to ride me. Anyway, this was our lucky day.


Given this go-ahead from the kind and understanding onlooker, my aunt looked down at her wet opening and fidgeted a bit to get used to this new position. When she finally settled down and made herself comfortable, she looked up to check on my parents. They were window shopping around the store while waiting for the refueling to finish. She then leaned forward a little and put both her hands on my knees. The few strands of stray, thin hair on her fair nape was damn sexy. I knew she was going to ride me now so I couldn’t resist reaching my arms in front of her to try and grab her boobs again. She immediately blocked me by folding her arms on her chest and glanced back at me with annoyance. No hands. Okay, I got it.


I was disappointed. She was treating me like a sybian machine. At that moment, I exist only for her pleasure and to relief her sexual frustrations. Maybe she couldn’t handle any further stimulation to her hot body. Or maybe she was blaming me for seducing her with my erect kkj and making her do this. She put her hands back on my knees and raised herself up my kkj slowly, inch by inch. Droplets of her sweat was rolling down her hot, exposed butt and dripping on my hips. As she lifted her cheesepie up, her pink nether lips were dragged snugly along my man meat. There was also a trail of filmy white cream on my meat trunk as it withdrew from her womanly depths. She continued until only my tip was in her.


My balls and pubic hair were completely soaked in her sweat and juices. I dipped my head down to get a look at her cheesepie. She was almost hairless down there. Even her wet lips were smooth and bare. There was only a small patch of moist, short furry hair on her pubes that resembled a thin mohawk. That sight would be a real turn-on for any guy. My aunt kept herself trim and neat below. She remained elevated for a couple of seconds before slowly lowering her cheesepie down again. From the rear view mirror I could see her mouth open in silent pleasure as I filled her up again. She has long gotten used to my girth and length in her, and she was going to have to ride my kkj hard to reach the next peak. I could feel my sensitive kkj spreading her buttery inner folds as she sat back down on me.


Because she was leaning forward slightly now, I think I hit her g-spot. When I was completely back in her depths, I could feel her shudder and her arms on my knees almost gave way. I intuitively lifted my hands from the seat to hold her above her waist, my fingers just below her clothed breasts, lightly feeling the undersides of her bra underneath her dress. This time she did not resist. I guess she knew I only wanted to help her out instead of trying to cop a feel again. She went faster when she lifted herself to my tip and lowered all the way down again. She was gradually picking up the pace. I checked my parents again. They were still walking around in the store.


We were both aware of the urgency. By now, my aunt’s hands were gripping and pushing hard on my knees, and she was anxiously driving her wet hole up and down on my meat rod. There was a loud and constant piak piak sound when her butt met my hips repeatedly. Her juices and sweat were all over my abdomen, pubes and thighs. My hands were supporting her body, helping her work herself on me. I was also thrusting my hardness upwards to meet each of her downstrokes. She cried out everytime my kkj bottomed out, as my tip would rub against her g-spot. Her hot, wet cheesepie was desperately kneading, sucking and squeezing on my kkj, trying to coax my cum out. God, I would give ten years of my life to plug a hot cheesepie like that again.


The bad news was, all my pcc experience was working against me. Despite the life-changing sensations, I needed to cum and end this quick. Her strength was waning in this position, so she arched her back and leaned backwards on me. She removed her hands from my knees and reached below to spread her wet lips and finger her dripping button. She rested her head on my left shoulder. I admired her fair skin from her collar to her cleavage, and the sweet smell of shampoo in her hair. While she changed her posture, she never broke her rhythm. In fact, she sped up with renewed vigor until she was now frantically riding me out in reverse cowgirl like a pawn star. She was getting more vocal. Her girly moans were getting louder. I could tell she was near but I was still some way off.


My kkj was pistoning in and out of her receptive depths like a well-oiled machine. Her juices were flowing and provided much-needed lubrication. If I let her dictate the pace, I wouldn’t be able to cum with her. I took the initiative and put both palms under her asscheeks and pushed her up. She got confused for a while and stopped. As she remained elevated, I started to pump my pelvis, forcefully driving my meat rod in and out of her from below. I withdrew until my kkj almost disengaged, then stabbed it all in again. She almost screamed from the intensity of my thrusts. My swinging balls slapped against her love button on every upstroke. There was no need for her hands anymore. She removed them from her cheesepie, then covered her mouth with her right hand and pulled her luscious hair with her left, as though lost in ecstasy.


I was driving her nuts with my powerful thrusts. She was letting me take charge, so I gave her everything I got. I could feel my tip banging on the door of her cervix, rubbing her g-spot along the way. My breathless aunt pouted her open mouth in an o-shape and tilted her head skywards. She had completely given in to my kkj. The attendant licked her lips while watching my aunt and I fug with abandon. Fortunately, she noticed my parents were already paying at the counter and decided to help us out seeing as we were too engrossed to notice. She went into the store and stalled them by coming up with an excuse. I didn’t know what she said but it worked. My parents stayed in there while she came back to wipe our windscreen.


My parents looked towards the car, wondering if we were alright. From where they were, it was hard to see what was going on in here. Moreover the attendant was blocking their view. The helpful attendant now had a full view of us making out. She could see how hard I was thrusting my hard kkj into my aunt, our mixed juices overflowing from her saturated tight hole, down my balls and inner thighs, and onto the seat. She could also see my aunt’s blissful expression as I lifted and dropped her with my hands under her hot naked butt, her chest rising and falling with caught breaths, loud moans and suppressed screams amid immense satisfaction.


Having a spectator brought the excitement to new heights for me. I felt like a pawn actor, virile and idolised, who was making taboo love to an incredibly attractive woman while turning an envious stranger on. The attendant was sure taking her own sweet time wiping the windscreen, waiting for us to finish. My thrusts were sending ripples of pleasure up my aunt. I could feel her starting to tremble and grind her cheesepie in a circular motion again as she was pumped up and down on my hard rod. She was going to cum again. This time I could feel myself getting close too. If I could cum with her, we could stop this in time for my parents to return to the car.


My arms were getting exhausted from supporting her weight, so I slid them up her body and held onto her waist. Without my hands on her butt, she had to take over control once more. She sat straight on me and moved her arms behind her to push against my tummy while she used her legs to bounce herself. As she laboured above me, all her concentration was on the ride. She had no more energy to fight me when I moved my hands from her waist to under her grab-size breasts, probably C-cups. I weighed them in my hands and spread my fingers upwards to cup them and give them a teasing squeeze. I could feel her erect nipples poking thru her thin dress and bra, just under my finger tips. As I gave both nipples a light pinch and rolled them between my index fingers and thumbs, she took in a sharp breath.


She sighed as I continued assaulting her twin mounds, resigned to letting her nephew have his way with her body. I bet she didn’t expect me to be the one to enjoy the fruits of her hard work in all those hours of yoga. She kept her body fit, trim and nubile in hopes of finding a good man for marriage. But here she is riding her nephew’s erect pole, moaning like a wanton whore, trying to make us both cum. She should be very ashamed of herself. It would be very hard for us to look each other in the eye again. But I was not done. I had to feel her down there. To push a finger tip between her cheesepie lips and play with her love pearl. To hear her moan a little louder and shiver a little more as I fingered her.


Just as I was about to cup her crotch in my right hand and spread her wet lips with my fingers, she jerked violently down on me and screamed. I had to use both hands to cover her mouth or she would have blown our cover. Her wet depths were grasping and squeezing on my kkj for dear life. Her whole body tensed up and I could see the strain on her back and neckline, as I muffled her screams. Fark, she had cum again and I was so damn close. So I hugged her waist and pulled her back on to me. I thrust my pelvis upwards and pumped her strongly with another ten full strokes of my hard meat. My climax finally arrived and I started shooting my long-awaited cum deep into her on my last stroke.


When the dam broke, it had a feeling of pain and liberation. I felt the first burst of liquid hotness breach my tip, before releasing the flood of cum into my young aunt’s depths. As I hugged her tight around her waist, my jerking kkj kept creaming her insides, splashing ropes and ropes of pent-up frustration deep into her. This was enough to give her the most intense orgasm yet. She bit hard on her left knuckles to stifle her own screams as she came all over my kkj once again. Though we climaxed in tandem, I was completely drained after a few more jerks in her, but her whole body kept shaking and twitching uncontrollably. With my kkj still buried in her cheesepie, I could feel her continue to have multiple mini orgasms even after I was done.


I slumped back onto the seat with my arms still around my aunt, totally exhausted. She lay on me, winded but slowly coming down from her climax. We were basking in the afterglow of sexual satisfaction. I could feel my overflowing man juice brim over from her saturated hole and escaping thru her stretched lips. A stream of cum seeped out around my still-hard kkj and down my balls. The attendant had already finished wiping the windscreen but stayed riveted to the scene before her. She must have been mind-farked to see us do each other and cum in broad daylight. But she was the least of my worries. I looked up to check on my parents. They were coming out of the store.


My aunt hurriedly freed herself from my embrace by pulling my arms off her waist and put her feet down from the seat. Then she sat up, straightened her dress and smoothed it over her bare butt while catching her breath as my parents walked back to the car. By the time they reached the car, we were sitting quietly and trying to act nonchalant. Except for my aunt’s flushed face and our sweat soaked clothes, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. At first they didn’t suspect anything. But as my mom opened the door, she noticed a strange smell in here. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. It was familiar, yet indistinct. Seeing as the car was stuffed full of my aunt’s old belongings, she brushed it off and got back in the front seat. My dad was oblivious to his surroundings as usual. Thank goodness.


As my dad prepared to drive off, my mom turned and reassured me that I only had to bear my aunt on my lap for just a little while more. As my mom said it within the attendant’s earshot, her jaws dropped. She was instantly stunned and stood rooted to the spot, shocked by the realisation that we were aunt and nephew. She must have thought we were just a regular couple all along, so I guess it was hard for her to digest what had just happened. While my dad drove away, I could see her still staring at the two of us with a bewildered look on her face. After we left the petrol station, we were now about only three minutes from my aunt’s new place. I could feel myself going limp inside her.


There was hardly any time left to discretely free my kkj, pull up my shorts and clean up this mess without my parents noticing. Aware that we are both very short of time, my aunt leaned forward and asked for the Panadol and a bottle of water from my mom. She slid forward on my lap to disengage my kkj as she was talking, giving me the chance to pull out. My kkj had gone completely flaccid by then, so that was easy. As I pulled out, I could see a small gush of cum run from her gaping female hole, down between her legs and onto the seat. I lifted my butt a little off the seat, and pulled my crumpled, sodden shorts up. Only the juices on the car seat were left to clean up. I feigned innocence and asked my aunt for a towel to wipe my sweat.


Without replying, she quickly reached for one of the boxes at her side, took a clean towel out and threw it behind her. All the while she was facing the front, too awkward and embarrassed to look back at me just like when she was bouncing on my meat stick earlier. As she was sitting slightly forward on my lap, there was a space between her butt and me. I reached under her with the towel and wiped up all the sweat, mixed juices and cum on the seat. After that, I pressed the towel against the moist gap between her legs to soak up my cum from her sore, still-leaking hole. She subconsciously arched her sexy butt upwards and let out an obliging mew while conversing with my mom. Just as I finished cleaning us up, we had arrived at the carpark of her block. I quickly stuffed the damp towel into a box.


My parents were first to get down and open the door for us. My aunt handed them her keys right away and asked them to help bring the things in the trunk up to her flat first while we unload the stuff from the back seat. After they had gone, my aunt grabbed the front seats, lifted her naked butt and finally got off my lap. As she proceeded to unload the boxes, she turned away from me and kept silent. She was deliberately avoiding me. After we got out and cleared the car of her belongings, I decided to break the ice and told her gently that I was fine with what happened. She turned around and slapped me hard on my face.


There were tears in her lovely eyes and her lips were quivering as she said in a very soft but indignant voice, “I’m not a slut.” I tried to comfort her but no words came out. I understood she wasn’t ready to speak to me yet. But I sincerely hoped this incident will not cause irreparable damage to our kinship because I still love and respect her as my dearest young aunt. As these thoughts ran through my head, she left me alone with the car, quietly carrying her stuff with her. As I watched her climb the stairs, I could see a thin trail of my cum running down her inner thighs. And once more, there was an unapologetic stirring in my loins.

[AHLUNGOR]

Good job Brother Mate,

Looks like similar writing style, probably came from the same source or the same author, but I didn't bother to read through the whole lot, it took too long and too wordy.

Where did you find it ??

:question:

[Travelmate]

Good job Brother Mate,

Looks like similar writing style, probably came from the same source or the same author, but I didn't bother to read through the whole lot, it took too long and too wordy.

Where did you find it ??

:question:

all little fantasy stories ....

http://runroaderstories.blogspot.com.au/search/label/Just%20now%20my%20young%20aunt%20sat%20on%20my%20l ap

[macuser]

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[AHLUNGOR]

go to magic massages at circular quay - they make dreams true!
ask for Tandy or Sanky

Where is this shop ??

[xiaohong]

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Part 2

“Sor… Sorry Zeh!!! I… I didn’t mean it… I swear to God! I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!!” But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I had one of those in me. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Max really surprised me with his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my lips and insides.

My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now, but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my vaginal folds.

I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, “Ar… It’s… It’s okay… Zeh is alright… Just… Ar… Don’t move… Until I’m ready…” Wary that he might accidentally plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could. My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing while Max remained scooted behind me.

My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.

I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive female opening again. I hoped he didn’t hear that. My arms were shivering on the railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock triggered my pussy’s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.

I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly dampening pussy.

When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was getting out of breath and so was he.

My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.

During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.

I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.

And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.

I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.

I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.

“Oh… Oh my God… Ar… Faark… Max… Arr… It hurts…” I moaned incoherently. It felt like a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren’t enough for a cock of Max’s size. Although I couldn’t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully erect but I wasn’t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I’m talking about!

He moaned softly, his lips very close to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He sounded seriously excited and in heat now. I was really worried that this will escalate into something more so I had to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes again and bent forward in the costume as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy off his large cock. But as I tried to put some distance between us, he pressed forward with his hips, indicating his unwillingness to let up.

I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was loath to admit it. I wasn’t about to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn’t need to know how aroused and wet my pussy was.

“Aww… Zeh… Ar… Shiiitt… You feel… So good… Zeh…” he murmured, breathing heavily across the left cheek of my face. He didn’t try and fuck me but his hands slowly reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get curious. I wouldn’t want that.

I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.

In a few short steps, we finally got into Max’s room. I hastily reached for the door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping. With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume’s head, reached for the zip on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.

To be continued...

[macuser]

xiaohong, plz explain yourself

[Punter Poontang]

kkj???

cheesepie???

:grimace:

[Tomosavic]

xiaohong, plz explain yourself

free advertising is what he's after, just like what yamada did in the old forum, using many usernames to write reports for his girls. but when he discovered the power of the forum, he would rather pay to be an official advertiser

[cmk76]

kkj???

cheesepie???

:grimace:

kkj (ku ku jiao) - chinese dialect meaning dick
cheesepie (chee pie) - chinese dialect meaning pussy...

[Max Impact]

free advertising is what he's after, just like what yamada did in the old forum, using many usernames to write reports for his girls. but when he discovered the power of the forum, he would rather pay to be an official advertiser

Ok Tomosavic! Man up! What were the usernames that Yamady used in the old forum?

Yeh! You are full of shit. Don't talk unless you tell the truth!

[Tomosavic]

Ok Tomosavic! Man up! What were the usernames that Yamady used in the old forum?

Yeh! You are full of shit. Don't talk unless you tell the truth!

ask him about it yourself, you stupid shit. he even sent pm to me and a lot of other members pushing his girls. keep pushing it you gonna expose his dirty laundry even more, yeah names include japanesegirls, alexlelo etc, you are full of shit, ignorant blind!

[macuser]

Tomosavic is clearly one of those banned forum members

[AHLUNGOR]

ask him about it yourself, you stupid shit. he even sent pm to me and a lot of other members pushing his girls. keep pushing it you gonna expose his dirty laundry even more, yeah names include japanesegirls, alexlelo etc, you are full of shit, ignorant blind!

Haha, Mr Tomo, you should watch your language here, many people have got themselves banned for less

Good luck

Cheers

[Tomosavic]

Tomosavic is clearly one of those banned forum members

unlike you, look at the date of my registration, and I've been a member since 2010 in the old forum

[Max Impact]

Ok Tomovufukwit! Which names did Yamada post under? You didn't answer my question? Are you the Tiger or another enemy of Yamada or the forum?

[Tomosavic]

Haha, Mr Tomo, you should watch your language here, many people have got themselves banned for less

Good luck

Cheers

I know that, not picking on Yamada as much, it's understandable when one wanted to venture into uncharted territory, watching every dime, he's clean now, it's all good. just pissed at the stupid blind supporter that's all

[Tomosavic]

Ok Tomovufukwit! Which names did Yamada post under? You didn't answer my question? Are you the Tiger or another enemy of the forum?

ok Max Blind! no wonder I had to call you blind, I clearly stated that his usernames include japanesegirls and Alexlelo, you still can't see it in my reply, you blind? ask him yourself stupid! and other names he used to send pm to members too.

once again, if you want to make this a big debate, it's not gonna do him good, you nut!

[macuser]

ok tomosavic is right .. i can vouch for alexlelo as being yamada's old name

[Max Impact]

Sorry, third time! You look really stupid now Mate!

What were the names that Yamada posted ARs under in this or the old forum?

Limp dick is all I think of now when I hear the name Tomosavic

[Max Impact]

I hate bullshit!

[Tomosavic]

ok tomosavic is right .. i can vouch for alexlelo as being yamada's old name

thank you bro, btw, I've never been banned yet! lol

[Max Impact]

ok tomosavic is right .. i can vouch for alexlelo as being yamada's old name

Yamada has already stated that he used this handle a year ago Sherlock, but no reviews from him!

[macuser]

yamada even said his old name was alex once .. but i have a life so i cbf digging it out...anyways yamada is a shady character - that much is true

[Tomosavic]

Sorry, third time! You look really stupid now Mate!

What were the names that Yamada posted ARs under in this or the old forum?

Limp dick is all I think of now when I hear the name Tomosavic

I haven't got time to dig up the old forum yet, ask him yourself you retard! or if I found it, you gonna eat shit?

[Max Impact]

Find a review from Alexlelo, you said it not me!

You are a limp dick prick that pulls down the advertisers.

What is you motivation?

[Tomosavic]

Find a review from Alexlelo, you said it not me!

You are a limp dick prick that pulls down the advertisers.

What is you motivation?

language softening up now eh?

I didn't say he wrote reports with the name Alexleo, he had lots of usernames, don't try to divert attention.

and I don't intend to pull down the advertisers, I even said it's understandable for him to do so at the start of the business, it's you who try to pull him down by making this a big deal!

[Punter Poontang]

kkj (ku ku jiao) - chinese dialect meaning dick
cheesepie (chee pie) - chinese dialect meaning pussy...

Learn something new every day. Cheers!! :cool2:

[Max Impact]

"I didn't say he wrote reports with the name Alexleo, he had lots of usernames, don't try to divert attention."


Tomosavic, I asked you under what names Yamada posted reviews.

Tell us, or do you agree that was a lie?

[65idd]

No offence to anyone. here is a funny post on the other site

http://auxxxreviews.com/forum/f35/fuck-japanese-porno-star-last-night-15358/

[Sextus]

As I keep on saying, Yamada makes me laugh, and anyone that makes me laugh I feel warm towards!

[CunningLinguist]

No offence to anyone. here is a funny post on the other site

http://auxxxreviews.com/forum/f35/fuck-japanese-porno-star-last-night-15358/

This thread has been removed now.

[Tomosavic]

This thread has been removed now.
deleted? of course. maybe on Max Impact's advice too

[xiaohong]

For the readers that appreciate my efforts...and support my studies in Sydney

Part 2

“Sor… Sorry Zeh!!! I… I didn’t mean it… I swear to God! I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!!” But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I had one of those in me. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Max really surprised me with his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my lips and insides.

My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now, but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my vaginal folds.

I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, “Ar… It’s… It’s okay… Zeh is alright… Just… Ar… Don’t move… Until I’m ready…” Wary that he might accidentally plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could. My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing while Max remained scooted behind me.

My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.

I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive female opening again. I hoped he didn’t hear that. My arms were shivering on the railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock triggered my pussy’s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.

I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly dampening pussy.

When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was getting out of breath and so was he.

My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.

During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.

I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.

And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.

I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.

I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.

“Oh… Oh my God… Ar… Faark… Max… Arr… It hurts…” I moaned incoherently. It felt like a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren’t enough for a cock of Max’s size. Although I couldn’t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully erect but I wasn’t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I’m talking about!

He moaned softly, his lips very close to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He sounded seriously excited and in heat now. I was really worried that this will escalate into something more so I had to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes again and bent forward in the costume as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy off his large cock. But as I tried to put some distance between us, he pressed forward with his hips, indicating his unwillingness to let up.

I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was loath to admit it. I wasn’t about to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn’t need to know how aroused and wet my pussy was.

“Aww… Zeh… Ar… Shiiitt… You feel… So good… Zeh…” he murmured, breathing heavily across the left cheek of my face. He didn’t try and fuck me but his hands slowly reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get curious. I wouldn’t want that.

I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.

In a few short steps, we finally got into Max’s room. I hastily reached for the door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping. With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume’s head, reached for the zip on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.

To be continued...

Part 3

He took me completely by surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifted me off my feet and stepped out of the costume. As my feet hovered above the floorboard, I felt his hard cock drill even deeper into my pussy. The tip of his manhood was touching me in virgin territory and it felt like the night my first boyfriend deflowered me. But it was a little different this time. No man had ever gone so deep, or stretched me out so much. He was almost buried to the hilt inside me, and could have gone deeper if not for my tightness.

I had to cover my mouth with both hands as I screamed into my palms from the stinging pain and sensitivity. Despite the shock from what Max was doing, I couldn’t let anyone find out what was going on upstairs. What would our parents think?! We would be ruined! Our lives would be over! How could we face the world?! I couldn’t let that happen. I had to stay rational, and I held hopes that Max would come back to his senses. But to my anguish, it seemed like he had completely lost his mind.

I tried to reason with him, “M… Max!... Put me… Down… Please!... Don’t… Do this… I’m your Zeh!” My pleas fell on deaf ears. He carried me to his bed and threw me facedown on it. He pressed my butt with his palms and pinned me down. As he slowly drew his cock out of my pussy, I groaned softly into his mattress. I could feel his burning, lustful eyes looking down at where he entered me, when he gasped in awe. He must have been watching my wet pink lips being dragged out as he unsheathed his meat pole.

I have been told by my ex-boyfriends it was quite a pretty sight, and it always drove them wild. And the fact that I always kept myself fairly shaven, save for a sexy little Mohawk, could have added to Max’s insane desire. As I felt him vacate my depths, I could also feel my warm, overflowing juices escape from my stuffed female opening, droplets gathering at my pussy lips and running down my inner thighs. Deep down inside, I was fighting the temptation to drive my ass back onto his cock and ride my wet pussy to orgasm on his thick, hard cock. I was determined not to give in to my bestial urges.

I turned my head to the side and saw our reflection on his full length wardrobe mirror. It had the whole view of his room and there I was, kneeling on his bed in my sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts. My back was arched, my arms were slumped under me and my long hair had fallen around my face. He was standing behind me in his singlet and boxers, with his cock poking through his fly. That little pervert had forgotten to button his fly before we got into the costume, which led to this predicament!

I could see the left leg opening of my FBT shorts pushed wide to the side as his meat shaft went through it. I could also see his exposed, glistening cock at my wet entrance, raw, obscene and utterly drenched in my juices. It was like a scene from a porn flick. His eyes never stopped staring down at my ass as he drew his cock out of my pussy, inch by slow inch. His fingers kept kneading and stroking my butt cheeks. By now he had already pulled about 6 inches out, leaving only his cock head inside me. But my pussy still felt stuffed. God, he was big.

After he had pulled away, I could feel cool air behind me. Beads of warm sweat rolled down behind my thighs and onto the back of my knees. The heat was getting to him, so he pulled his singlet up, took it off and threw it to his side. His chest was rising and falling in anticipation with every breath he took, as if he had some sinister plan in store for me. Getting afraid, I tried to crawl forward on my hands and knees to get away from him but before I could even dislodge his cock from my pussy, he reached down and gripped me at my hips to pull me back.

I pleaded with him again, “M… Max!... Please!… Lemme go… I… I don’t wanna do this… You… You’re my brother… Pleeeasssee!… Nooo!!...” But it backfired on me. It turned him on even more after hearing me beg. I could feel his steely grip tightening on my hips, hurting me. Then as he pulled me onto him, he rammed his cock balls deep in one hard thrust. It was more than I could take. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. My knuckles turned white as I held onto it for dear life. Goosebumps broke out all over my body as I could feel the tip of his manhood rub past my sweet g-spot and bump into my cervix.

He reached forward with his right hand and pulled me up by my shoulders. Then he held onto my right collar as he slid his left hand under my waist and pulled my hips up. I was still trying to cope with the pleasurable pain that came with the deep penetration of my pussy, so I put up no resistance as I let him manipulate me into position. The sound of my panting breath and the squeaking of the mattress springs suddenly sounded deafening in the otherwise silent room.

From the mirror, I could see myself on all fours, pushing my palms down on his mattress for support and my head lowered with his right hand pulling on my shoulder. My wet clothes exposed every curve I had on my body. My slim arms were damp and gleaming with sweat, my long hair clinging onto my sticky, fair neck and partially obscuring my face.

As he lifted my waist with his left hand, my back arched, thrusting my firm, hanging breasts out below me. I could see my nipples poking on the soaked fabric of my flimsy t-shirt. He was kneeling between my spread thighs, his tanned dark skin contrasting with my fair maiden-like skin, slowly withdrawing his hard cock from the depths of my pussy once more.

“Mmmm… Faark… Aaa… Mmmm… ” I whined as I felt his man meat dragging on every nook and cranny of my tight female canal. My wetness was seeping out in between as he pulled out, a few droplets of girly fluid dripping down between my legs, and onto the bed. He continued to withdraw slowly until only his tip was in, and then slid his whole cock in balls deep again. I felt like I was in sexual heaven, being fucked by him. I really hated my body for enjoying it as I reluctantly sighed and moaned to myself.

He repeatedly pumped his large, rock-hard cock into my dripping wet snatch at a slow and constant pace. I was shaking and shuddering from the continuous sexual assault. All this while, he was using his right hand to pull me back onto his thrust, using my shoulder for leverage. He started to feel my tight pussy walls relaxing and opening up to his cock for easier entry, as if encouraging him to go harder and faster.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. “Max, are you in there? What are you doing inside? Don’t lock yourself upstairs. Come down and help serve our guests… And where’s your sister? I can’t find her anywhere…” It was our Mom! I panicked. We hadn’t realised we had been up here for at least 10 minutes. I couldn’t let her know I was in the room with Max and I dreaded to think what would happen if she was to find out what we were doing in here.

Max stopped his thrusts and thought fast. He hesitated for a few seconds before finding his voice again and shakily answering, “Er… I… Err… Don’t feel so well, Mom… I just… Need to rest for a bit…” As he waited for Mom’s response, he pulled on my hips and sneakily resumed his fuck thrusts. He did not give any regards to how alarmed I was as our mother stood just outside his room. This time, he went teasingly slow with his deep strokes. I was so angry with his audacity and selfishness. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was pushing the right buttons and starting to make my juicing pussy lose control.

Mom replied after pausing for a while, “Oh… Okay. Just rest and get well… And have you seen your sister Sophie?” I glanced at him on the mirror and he casually looked back at me as he continued fucking. Our eyes locked on each other as he said, “No, Mom… I haven’t seen her anywhere… But you know her… A helpful girl like her… Is probably busy… Helping someone out… Right now…” He never missed a beat and kept up his fuck rhythm while conversing with our Mom.

Our unsuspecting Mom said, “Aiya, that girl. Why did she run off without informing me? I’m so busy. Come and help me after you feel better. Alright, Max?” I could see him reveal a slight smile as he replied, “Sure thing… Mom…” As soon as he heard our Mom step away from the door, he put both hands on my collar and picked up the pace. My shoulders were pulled back further and my back was arched even more as he manhandled me harder than before. Loud smacking sounds of skin meeting skin resonated in his room while he powered in and out of my poor, wet slit.

To be continued...