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#256
29-12-2013, 12:53 AM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Nice nice, no Christmas special? Maybe got new year's special??
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#257
09-01-2014, 01:15 PM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Where is ts!!!!!
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#259
15-01-2014, 01:24 AM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Ts, where u go?? Pls don't abandon
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#261
16-01-2014, 03:27 PM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Wud love to read more...
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#263
10-02-2014, 11:17 AM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Daniel:
It’s my fault, it must be. I just need to figure exactly how it was my fault. The air in the taxi was heavy with unspoken resentment. Sensing the tension, the taxi driver tuned the radio until it churned out something agreeable to lighten the mood. I should let him keep the fare change later. Eunice Lim, my girlfriend of three months sat beside me in the back seat, behind the taxi driver. Her face was turned away from me towards the window, sparing me her expression of annoyance tipped with fury. Hell knows no fury, like a woman scorned. Was that what happened? Have I been particularly scornful this evening? I thought I was pretty decent tonight as we went for a dinner and a movie with several of our classmates. Okay, maybe my mind wasn’t entirely on the movie, or on dinner for that matter. But I couldn’t help myself. My Aunt Joyce’s moans from more than a week ago were still echoing between my ears and my mind kept summoning up images from that fateful night when she and Uncle Kenny got intimate in the living room. “Sorry…” I said, both to her and all the women of the world for not being able to understand them. Eunice didn’t offer a response. “Will you at least tell me what I did wrong?” I added, growing a little annoyed by her cold treatment. She glared at me. At least that was an improvement. “Why don’t you ask yourself?” She said. What kind of a request is that? Why would I ask her if I could get the answer from myself? “Don’t like that lah. Give me a hint okay?” was my reply. “You’ve been staring at the slut Tracy all night! Right in front of me some more!” Tracy? She’s our classmate. I guess I noticed her early on in the evening, but who wouldn’t? She showed up wearing an extremely short tube dress. All the guys in our group no doubt ogled at her legs at one point or another. Funny thing was, I hardly ever did. In fact, I more or less had forgotten that she was part of the group. Like I said, my mind was elsewhere. “No I wasn’t! Since when?” “Some more want to deny?” she spat back. She then leaned closer to speak in a lower voice so that the taxi driver wouldn’t get a gist. “You had an erection the entire evening, you pervert!” she hissed. Fuck me. So that’s what it’s about. Now here I am at a dilemma. Should I lie and say I’ve been checking out Tracy, or do I let my girlfriend know that I was fantasizing about my own aunt? How would she react if she knew the lovely boner I so shamelessly spotted the entire evening was dedicated to my Auntie Joyce? “It’s not like that lah…” I said. “Whatever.” “Seriously, my mind was someplace else.” “Obviously. You didn’t even notice that your so called best friend was flirting with me.” My so called best friend? Who’s that? I have friends, but no more best friends. Not after the last one seduced my mother. “See!” she said, “you don’t even know do you?” Who? I wondered. Michael? Roy? Kennard? No, those guys are already attached. They wouldn’t try to pull anything with their girlfriends right next to them watching their every move. “Richard?” I finally answered. He was the only one that made sense. Richard Lee is notorious in our school for being a shameless playboy. So much so that the girls in our class made it a point to steer clear of him. That never stopped him from fishing in the other classes though. New arrivals at our school were his favorite targets. As soon as word reached his ears that some belle just transferred in from somewhere else, he would be hot on her heels. I’d put his success rate at about 30%. His relationships rarely lasted more than three months though. Usually, he would drop them after having his fill of them, but sometimes, it was the other way round when the girls realized what a pig he was. “Who else?” Eunice replied, sulking. “That guy is disgusting. You’re worse. It’s like you don’t even care.” “Sorry la. I got a lot of things on my mind. I really didn’t notice.” “Why do you guys keep inviting him along anyway?” That was a good question. Let’s just say, Richard has got himself somewhat of a fan club among the male population of the school. It was a no brainer. Most of us are teenagers plagued by constant horniness and desperate to get laid. Richard was a guy who has got into the panties of about 20 girls since secondary 3, plus it was rumored that he once seduced a teacher as well. Put the two together and you get a scene like in the old Chinese kungfu movies where students would travel from far and wide to the master’s dojo and kowtow in front of him, begging tutelage. “I don’t know…” was all I could say. “Why are you even friends with him then?” She asked back. What’s with her? So much excellent questions today. I guess I was drawn to Richard for the loot. What is the loot? Well, get to know Richard well enough, and you get to enter into his inner circle, and his inner circle gets to rent his pendrive every now and then which contains videos and pictures of his conquests. Richard was careful though. The drive would be protected. One could watch and view its contents on a computer but would never be able to copy the files. Yeah, I was kind of hoping to get my hands on that pendrive, hence my apparent friendship with Richard. I’ve only heard gists of its fabled contents from small snippets of gossip among the boys. There was apparently upskirt shots of almost every girl of note in the school, plus hardcore videos, not only of Richard and his conquests, but many others who had traded in their own amateur clips in for a chance to glimpse the flashdrive’s contents. Being a hopeless voyeur, it was my wet dream. “Aiya, Richard isn’t so bad once you get to know him.” Eunice glared at me like I was dirt from another planet. We did not speak throughout the trip back to her home. Of course she left me without splitting the fare. God damn it. The taxi driver dropped me off at my home 20 minutes later where I kissed goodbye to the meager remains of this month’s allowance. Before I could get past my front gate, a car parked behind me flashed its lights several times. It was a deep blue BMW M5. I know that car. I walked up to the passenger side and pulled the door open. “What do you want Richard?” I asked. “Whoa, why so serious?” he replied. I sighed. Richard was a handsome guy. Charming too. He had an air of relaxed humor about him. No one seemed to be able to stay angry at him. “Eunice is pissed,” I told him. He shrugged. “Get in, I want to show you something.” “It’s late bro.” “Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.” One thing about Richard, he was usually right about what I would want and I don’t want. This was it! I thought to myself, I’ve made it into his inner circle. So I hopped in. Richard drove us to a karaoke joint downtown. “What are we doing here?” I asked. All the secrecy was getting me nervous and excited at the same time. “You’ll see,” he replied mysteriously. We went inside. My first impression of the place is that it was way too shady to be a proper karaoke place. The dim lights and overwhelming smell of air fresheners makes it seem that people come here to do everything else but sing. The guy at the counter only nodded at Richard as he walked past him towards the back where the rooms were. The first room we passed was rumbustious with laughter. In the second and third, some people were singing very badly. As I walked past the fourth, I thought I heard the desperate moans and gasps of a man and a woman. I felt my heart race for what might be in store for me. Richard led the way past the next few doors towards the very last room in the row, deep within the belly of this suspicious place.
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#266
10-02-2014, 02:14 PM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Daniel:
Richard let us into the karaoke room. The same sleazy atmosphere pervaded the interior. There were already people sitting on the long couch facing the projector screen. 2 guys on the either side of a single girl. It was Tracy. She was wearing the same slutty tight tube black minidress as before. I recognized the other two boys. It was Brandon and Roy, our fellow classmates. However, they were not among the group of friends I, Richard, Eunice, and Tracy were part of during the dinner and movie earlier. Tracy had the microphone to her mouth and was singing, or trying to at least. At certain moments, her speech would slur and she would start giggling incoherently. Brandon was sitting in a relaxed posture to her left, his eyes were fixed hungrily on her slim white thighs which was almost entirely revealed thanks to her already very short skirt riding up her legs. I could freely glimpse of the front of her silky white panties. Roy rose to greet us. He seemed surprised to see me. Richard and Roy exchanged meaningful glances. After that, Roy sat back down beside Tracy again. Richard bade me to sit on a separate sofa while he took the one opposite to mine. There was a tray of bottled drinks on the table, most of them Heineken beer. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a place like this has no qualms serving alcohol to minors. I reached in to pick up a glass and an opened bottle of beer, still half full. “Eh, Daniel, that one has been open a long time,” Richard said. “Open a new one lah.” I thought that was odd, but obliged anyway. As I sat there nursing my drink, I paid close attention to Tracy. She was sexy as hell as always, tall for a girl, with a slim nubile body, and a sultry face. She wore her hair long, permed, and dyed brown. She was a constant tease to the boys in the class and was often between relationships. I went from admiring her legs to studying her face. Her cheeks was flushed and she was acting a bit odd. For starters, her breathing seems to be heavier than the rest of us and she kept fanning her face with one hand, as if she was hot. I thought she might be drunk, but glancing at the table before her, there was a half empty glass of beer. No other beers had been opened, so she couldn’t have had that much. Richard, Roy, and Brandon wasn’t even drinking anything. They just sat there making small talk and ogled at Tracy. “Eh, why is it so hot here?” Tracy muttered. Her eyes looked glaze over. “Ya lor… the air-con must have problem,” Roy replied. “This place damn shitty la guys. When you say want to keep partying, I thought you mean we’re going clubbing,” she said. “Where are the others anyway?” “They couldn’t make it liao.” Richard told her. “Ish. No fun la, those ppl,” she said. “We keep you company lor,” Brandon said. “Damn lucky for us get to spend time alone with someone as pretty as you.” “Ish, so sweet la you,” she said with a smile. Tracy was panting now. Her cute petite cleavage was straining against the top of her dress with every breath. “So sexy…” Brandon added. He slid one hand slowly up her inner thigh. “Ahhhh…” Tracy moaned. I was caught by surprise. Was she turned on? Roy joined in, placing his hand on her other thigh and pulling her leg so that her legs parted. Her panties were in clear view now, and it was soaked. She did not even try to resist. Tracy’s eyes was closed. She looked like she was enjoying Brandon’s hand caressing up and down her inner thigh. Roy slid his hand up from her other knee, tracing the soft smooth flesh of her thigh until his fingers found the damp spot between her legs. “Eh, Tracy, you so horny ah? You so wet you know?” Roy whispered. “Ahh? No lah… I…” “So naughty ah you?” Brandon added. He pulled her other knee towards him. Tracy now sat spread lasciviously wide open on the couch. Roy began stoking his fingers up and down her slit outside her damp panties. I could see Tracy’s hips jerking up from the couch in excited little spasms. “Eyyy Roy, duuun laaa…” she pleaded. “Mmmfff…” Brandon had pulled her face towards him and had kissed her right on the lips. Tracy helplessly received her classmate’s affections. I was already rock hard myself. I looked at Richard who was watching the whole thing with amused indifference. Roy graduated from rubbing her over the panties to slipping his fingers under it. I could see his fingers moving vigorously under the soaked fabric. It drove Tracy crazy. She broke the kiss with Brandon and began to moan. “Ahh, Ahhnn, Ahh, Oh God!” Encouraged, Roy intensified his efforts. Brandon moved closer to grab her hands which were trying to push Roy’s hands away. “Uhhh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhrrggg!!” Tracy cried out as she visibly reached climax. Her entire body shook violently. “Yeah, cum for us you naughty girl,” Brandon said. “Ah, Oh God, Oh God…” she panted. “Was it good Tracy?” Roy asked. “Oh God… Yes… I never cum like that before.” Roy nodded to Brandon who stood up and began unbuckling his jeans. Roy himself pulled on Tracy’s panties and peeled it off her legs. Tracy still looked pretty out of it, and she did not resist. His fingers soon returned between her legs where he inserted two digits into her tight slit and worked his magic. “Ahh, Oh yes Roy, Ah, so syok…” she panted. “Mmm… we want to syok also, okay?” Roy said, his fingers pumping in and out of her pink wet hole. Brandon knelt on the couch again, bottomless, his hard cock pointing proudly at Tracy. The two boys turned her around and positioned her so that her head was lying on Roy’s lap and her legs was spread welcomingly to Brandon. “Brandon, nooo, cannot, please. At least use a condom,” she said between hoarse breaths. “Aiyo, we dun have condom leh,” Brandon replied. Then, without warning, he dove in, pushing his face between Tracy’s legs. Brandon began to eat out Tracy’s well-trimmed pussy, causing her to squeal in delight. I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was killing me. In a flash, I freed it from its confines and stroked it to the erotic scene playing out before me. Brandon seemed adept in cunnilingus. He was bringing Tracy's moans to new heights. “Oh, Oh, Ahhhh, Cummming…” Tracy gasped once more. Brandon quickly brought his face up, leaving Tracy hanging on the edge of orgasm. “Ahhhnnn, nooo, Brandon why did you stop?” she wailed. “You want it?” “Yes! Yes! I want.” “I no condom wor…” “Never mind, never mind. Just pull out.” Brandon grinned a victory smile. He positioned himself over Tracy’s body and pulled her leg to coil around his waist. He sank his hips almost immediately. “Oh God!” Tracy moaned. Brandon fucked her slowly, savoring her tight teenage pussy. Tracy moaned continuously with a gaping mouth. “Ugghh.. Uhhhh Brandon… Cumming!!!” Tracy gasped and then shuddered with bliss. Seeing her cum within a few minutes of getting fucked was so erotic, my hand slid up and down my cock faster and faster. “Wei,” Richard call out to me. “Dun waste la, don’t you want to try her?” I was dumbfounded. Was this why he brought me out here? To fuck Tracy? All of a sudden my slow brain finally seemed to connect the pieces. The beer! He must have drugged the beer. No wonder Tracy was so easy. She had begun to moan again. Brandon had begun to fuck her again after giving her a couple of minutes to enjoy her orgasm. This time, his thrusts were more vigorous, seemingly with purpose. It was obvious he was seeking to cum. “Brandon, hold up!,” Richard ordered. “Let’s give our newcomer a chance,” he said looking towards me. Brandon stopped, obviously annoyed. Tracy didn’t seem to want to stop either. She was grinding her hips lasciviously against him. However, Brandon ultimately obeyed and got off. He and Roy cleared the table in the middle of the room then lifted Tracy off the couch and lay her on the table. Tracy’s eyes was still glazed with lust. When left alone, her hands would snake down between her legs to finger herself. What the hell kind of drug did they use on her? I walked to the edge of the table and her legs immediately parted on her own. Tracy was looking at me, her chest still heaving, her face tomato red, as was her aroused pussy. Looked down at my hard dick hovering above her slutty hole. The only thoughts that came to mind was: ‘Good bye my virginity’.
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#267
10-02-2014, 02:16 PM
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Re: My Mother, May.
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#270
12-02-2014, 12:14 AM
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Re: My Mother, May.
Tonight I read this thread from first page all the way... i really want to thank thread starter.... first time in my life I read for so long.... kum sia u very much.... n first time I no touch girl no watch sexy porn my cock can pre cum while reading.... really u is the man....lol...autograph can?
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