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123456787654321
18-03-2010, 08:19 PM
This is a real story as told to me by a friend. I will write the others later.


PART 1

As cliche as it sounds, it started when I was in secondary school. I was a short, quiet guy with an above average academic record, the sort that blended well into the background but kept an eye out for anything and everything. Being the youngest in the family probably had something to do with it. You have to be watchful and assert yourself at the right moment, since you don't exactly have the most priority by default. In class I remained non-descript and attracted little attention, which suited me. Of course, it was the age of puberty, and most guys were very randy, as well as girls. Compared to the present the 90s was a pretty hard time to get information on sex. I didn't have a room to myself, so even if I could get my hands on magazines or video tapes, there was no question of ever viewing them privately. Getting caught was not an option. So I simply feasted my eyes on what little racy pictures the newspapers had to offer, and stole glances at the more attractive teachers and students at school. Masturbation was something I picked up naturally, but of course my technique was simply to finish as fast as possible because I didn't want to come up with awkward explanations to my family about being stuck in the toilet for so long. Then she came.

A new teacher transferred to my school, and she was taking geography for my class. By the way, she was far from the stereotypical sweet young hot sexy teacher. Every guy naturally gravitated towards the tall and slim, young and pretty, sweet and sexy. This teacher was what you would call a MILF, but for a MILF she definately wasn't out to attract anyone's attention. She was tall alright, but big-boned, which meant she had big shoulders, big boobs, big hips, big ass. Her complexion was very pale and very smooth, and she had a face that reminded me of those classical Chinese beauties. However, she wore thick-rimmed, serious-looking spectacles, had a stern expression with downturned mouth, tied her long hair up in a bun and completely covered herself up with frumpy, over-sized clothes that didn't quite match. When she opened her mouth it was very clear that by her tone and words she would brook no nonsense whatsoever. She kept everyone on their toes with many random questions and gave extra homework very frequently to anyone whose answer didn't meet her expectations. It didn't take long for her to become the most disliked teacher in my class. Of course I myself didn't like her at all at first, but during her class where others mostly looked down hoping not to attract her unwanted attention, for some strange reason I just kept wanting to observe her. And I did so discreetly of course, or so I thought. As weeks went by I thought I caught glimpses of the real beauty she possessed in her face and figure. Even her voice sent shivers up my spine, not fear but slight pleasure. Finally I started fantasizing about her when masturbating, and it took me real effort not to have an erection every time she stepped into the class. Then it happened.

No I did not have sex with her. I did not ever have sex with her, real life isn't quite so exciting all the time. But there was a relationship, of a sort. One fine day, she commanded me to meet her at the staff room after school. She had me carry a whole bunch of books to her car (it took three trips) before telling me to get in. After that I had carry the whole lot (three trips again) up into an apartment. It was hot and I was winded and it was a Friday. I had just spent precious time doing overtime for a teacher, and I wasn't feeling very happy. She gave me a drink and as I drank she looked me over. When I set down the glass she was still looking me very intently, so much so that I had to look down. Then she spoke.

"You seem unhappy."

Silence.

"What's the matter?"

I just shook my head.

"You want to go home?"

I nodded.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

I looked at her and felt the familiar shivers up my spine. I couldn't answer.

"I know you've been observing me in class. You look at me all the time."

My mouth fell open, then shut. She looked and sounded so fierce. She came right up to me.

"Am I right?"

I nodded.

"So why do you keep looking at me?"

Again I couldn't answer. I thought I was dead meat. My mind grew wild thoughts. She was going to punish me, file a complaint at school, get me expelled.

"Why?"

And then she put a hand squarely on at my groin. I was confused and flustered.

"You like to look at me because of this right?"

Believe me I was frightened, but she keep stroking lightly through my pants. I didn't dare to look at her.

"Look at me."

I looked up. She still looked fierce, but beautifully so.

"You will do as I tell you, and tell no one. Do you understand?"

I nodded. She was my teacher, and at that time the authority of a teacher was almost absolute. There was no question of filing complaints or giving lousy feedback to MOE about her, I never even entertained such thoughts.

She had me sit on a table, then proceeded to unbutton my pants and remove my underwear. I thought I would die of embarassment, but the way she did it was very clinical and professional, like the way nurses strip patients. I had no time to feel ashamed or shy. She spread my legs and placed my feet atop two chairs, then took a chair herself, sat down and simply looked at my penis. I found myself intensely aroused by her sharp gaze, and within minutes I had an erection. Then she reached out with both hands and started massaging my penis from the base up. When she reached the head I gasped and writhed in pleasure. I never had anyone touch me that way before. She repeated the massage several times until I so hard and stiff it was painful, but wonderfully so. By this time, I had closed my eyes and was breathing hard. Next I felt her grasp my penis and start to jerk me off. Slowly, then faster, harder. Her grip was strong and her stroke hard. Just when I was about to explode in ecstacy, I felt a strong, wet pressure being applied hard and all around the head of my penis. I didn't know what it was and I couldn't have cared, my eyes were tightly shut and my head was thrown completely back as I reached the point of no return. It was the most pleasurable, intense orgasm I had ever had then. When I finally drifted back to reality and opened my eyes, she was already standing away wiping her face. Believe me, this didn't register in my mind at all, nor did I wonder where did all my sperm went to. She looked at me and suddenly I knew I had to get dressed. No words were spoken as she drove me to somewhere I could go home conveniently. When I reached home I was in a daze. At night I still couldn't believe what had happened, nor did I fully understood what had happened. But I needn't have worried then, as I learnt much from her later on...

Romany
18-03-2010, 09:43 PM
Eloquently written. Please carry on.

bochap2010
18-03-2010, 09:55 PM
Please continue the story

123456787654321
19-03-2010, 01:07 AM
PART 2



You guys can easily guess what had happened to me. But back then it wasn't the IT age yet. The huge avalanche of porn available on the internet nowadays wasn't around to enlighten me. I knew nothing about sex, let alone what a blowjob was. Sure, we all somehow or other knew sex involved boys putting it into girls, but such a scant technical description did little to explain anything. Like a total virgin, which in fact I was, I knew something had happened, just not what it was. I had no one to turn to, and even if I had, I just couldn't ask it without drawing unwanted attention to myself. Besides, I had given the teacher my word to remain silent, and I respected her authority as a teacher, so that was that.

My thoughts during the next two nights alternated between worrying about how to face her on Monday, and the sheer pleasure of that moment on Friday. Thankfully I had other things to occupy myself with during the day, otherwise I probably would have gone mad daydreaming. Saturday and Sunday drifted by and then it was Monday again. Illogically for some reason I mentally prepared myself to face eternal retribution from her, but the moment she was in class it was all business, and I had no time to spend thinking about what she thought about me. In fact, everything carried on as though nothing had happened. But nonetheless I reduced the frequency of my glances, just in case. She, on her part, behaved as imperiously as ever. The days went by as usual, until Friday came again. And history repeated itself. I had to lug books for her. She pleasured me once more. The only difference was there was even less conversation than before. She simply commanded me to sit on the table, and from there I knew what to expect. This carried on for the next couple of weeks. I was starting to look forward to Fridays, but for a different reason. Being a horny young boy you may think that's all I thought of, but believe me my fear of her was so great I never took it for granted that she would do me the next time. Then she did something different.

Long story short, once more she was sitting between my spread legs, massaging my penis. My eyes were closed and I was breathing hard. I was expecting her to grab my penis like before, but then there was nothing. I was fully erect and aroused, but nothing was happening. After some time I got curious and opened my eyes. Imagine my shock when I saw her face very close to my penis. In fact, I was so shocked I jerked away. She glared at me and I immediately kept apologising.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I... I..."

"Sit back down!"

I quickly got back into position and watched her as once more she placed her face very close to my penis. She looked all around it, as though conducting a thorough examination. I was puzzled, but at the same time quite aroused. I never imagined that the sight of her face examining my most private parts would make me so excited! And then I realised she wasn't wearing her spectacles. I had never seen her without her spectacles before. This was a real treat indeed, to see the mature face of a classical Chinese beauty! But I had the presence of mind not to say or do anything stupid, after all this was all about her and I'm just along for the ride. She kept up her examination, and then, with her head at the side of my penis, very slowly and deliberately extended her tongue. I watched, mesmerised, as the long red tip emerged from her full lips and approached the head of my penis. I gasped when I felt the warm wetness touch the sensitive skin. I continued watching as she trailed her tongue all around, using her hand to move my penis, down towards the base, and then up towards the tip. She did this very slowly and deliberately for a few loops, leaving me gasping for breath. Again, I had never felt anything like this before! Finally she grasped the base of my penis very firmly, as though trying to crush it, and opened her mouth, moving it toward my penis.

Immediately I cried out in fright and she jerked up, giving me a look of concern.

"What is it?"

"Don't... don't..."

"What are you talking about?"

Remember I have never actually seen her blowing me before. So when she opened her mouth to do so irrationally I thought she was going to bite my penis off or something. Sounds foolish? I was that innocent, please forgive me.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

"Stupid boy."

Because of my outburst the moment was in very real danger of being destroyed. And this was the second time I screwed up in one session. I pleaded with her.

"Please, please, don't stop. I'm sorry. Please."

She seemed to be somewhat mollified but still not entirely satisfied. I took the initiative and made to move as though I wanted to get closer to her. That did the trick. I gasped in delicious pain and she used her other hand to squeeze my balls.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing... nothing..."

"Be quiet."

There was silence for moment.

"Next time, if you're not sure, ASK. Do you understand?"

I looked away and nodded again and again, afraid to incur her wrath further. Then I cried out in pure pleasure as I felt something warm and tight engulf the entire head of my penis. I forced myself to look down and finally saw for myself what she had been doing all those times I had orgasmed. Her head was bobing up and down, sideways, rotating, moving furiously up and down along my shaft. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was using her mouth on my penis! I felt a slight pang of disgust. After all, a penis was where pee came from too. But the pleasure simply overcame what little opposing thoughts I had. It was a different kind of pleasure, not so intense as to make me orgasm quickly like using her hand, but very enjoyable nonetheless. I watched as she varied the pace and style of her sucking, sometimes fast and furious, sometimes slow and steady, sometimes concentrating only on the head, sometimes swallowing it all. I was totally entranced. When I was close to orgasm, she suddenly stopped and moved her face away, giving my penis a haughty glance. My penis was painfully hard and firm, very red and very wet, and occassionally contracting involuntarily. I looked at her and the impression I got was of a shark moving in for the kill. From then on I closed my eyes and totally surrendered. Suddenly she was blowing me again, attacking my penis with hard sucking motions. My head was thrown back, my back arched. It wasn't long before the end came. The orgasm was so intense it was painful. Every contraction really hurt. It didn't help that she was sucking so hard either. But the pain hurt so good, it was just so good. When the sensations finally died down, my eyes were wet and I was perspiring. I looked down weakly and she still had her mouth on me. It took a while before I became soft, and then she got up to wipe her mouth. Once again it was teacher and student (or perhaps it was always that way), and when I reached home, I just laid down and didn't move for a long time. Like before, I couldn't what had just happened. In fact, there were more things I couldn't believe...

red_squirrel
19-03-2010, 01:27 AM
Bro, perhaps you can try to space out your story in paragraphs? It is quite difficult to read when most of it is in a big chunk. That is just my humble opinion. I will still be camping here for more of the story :). Keep it up bro.

Schneider
19-03-2010, 01:49 AM
Much as I enjoyed the story, still find it hard to believe there could be such a horny teacher around.

stupendous
19-03-2010, 03:19 PM
Marvellous story. Thanks.

123456787654321
19-03-2010, 03:19 PM
PART 3




You'd probably be thinking I was luckiest boy alive. Perhaps I was, but the reality of the situation wasn't quite as fantastic as one would think. First, the "relationship" was totally one-sided. The teacher was always in command, always in control. I had absolutely no say in anything. Second, the fear of getting caught was constantly on my mind. Thinking back, ironically she had a lot more to lose than me if our deeds were somehow exposed, so she should be the one fearing, but back then I never looked at it that way. Third, sometimes she was so vigorous my penis would be sore till the next day. But the soreness was strangely enjoyable, a welcome reminder of what had come to pass. Given all this, you could say that I was being abused sexually. However, I managed to bear it all, because in the end it all came down to what she was able offer me. Mind-blowing orgasms. The ends justified the means so much I would have probably done anything she demanded.

After a few months she stopped picking me up directly from school. Instead, one day she drove me to a certain bus-stop some 15 minutes away from school and instructed that I should meet her there from then on. It wasn't exactly a short walk, but I had no choice but to comply. She also started to pick me up on random days rather than just on Fridays. How did I know when I was suppose to meet her? The day I had to lug books to her car, that would be the day. These new arrangements inconvenienced me quite a bit of course, but at least my family wasn't particular about my comings and goings. As long as my grades were good, they didn't bother too much. Looking back she was just being cautious, at my expense of course.

These sessions with her normally lasted around 10 to 15 mins, faster if she was giving a handjob, slower if she was blowing. Before, during and after such periods the only things I could focus on was her and the extreme pleasure of the moment, so the question of why she kept consuming my sperm regularly never crossed my mind at all until the thought suddenly struck me one night. Initially I didn't think it was such a big deal, but the thought stuck, and it grew till I felt I just had to ask her the next time, if only for curiosity's sake.

Once again, there she was between my legs. And I promptly forgot all about the question. This time she was blowing me, and I watched her lustfully as she alternately worshipped and savaged my stiff erection with her mouth and tongue. Her eyes closed for a while and I took advantage of the moment to admire her face. Then I remembered the question I had wanted to ask. I cursed myself, thinking this was absolutely the wrong time to be having such thoughts. But at the same time, I remembered her instruction to ask if wasn't sure. After a few more moments of agonising indecision, I decided to take a gamble.

"I have a question."

It just came out just like that, a breathles plead. She stopped blowing, took her mouth away and stared at me. In my mind I thought that it's, I had really ruined the moment this time and I was going to pay dearly for it. Well, since I had committed to this gamble I might as well continue betting.

"You said before if I wasn't sure I should ask, so..."

I petered out and looked down.

"You may ask."

I looked at her with surprise. She gazed back with an expression that indicted she would definately kill me if my question was an inappropiate one. I gathered my courage.

"Why do you... eat my sperm?"

I was so anxious I stopped breathing. To my relief she didn't look angry or furious. Instead, she replied very matter-of-factly, with a neutral expression.

"Eating sperm is good for a lady. It balances the yin, and keeps my skin in very good condition."

I was totally floored by her answer.

"Real... really?"

"Yes."

Then her expression changed. I thought I was going to die.

"And because you have asked such question, I'm going to punish you."

And then she went straight back to blowing me, with a vengeance. My mind couldn't keep up, I was confused and flustered and at the same time totally aroused. Eating sperm, good for ladies? Punish me? If so, why keep pleasuring me? These thoughts were all jumbled up in my mind, I couldn't make any sense of it. Then I felt the point of no return reaching, and I thought no more. Until I realised I was not reaching that point anymore. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, her gaze haughty, one hand gripped tightly around the base of my penis. Then I realised she wasn't letting me climax. She read my expression and gave a teasing smile.

"I told you I was going to punish you, didn't I?"

So that was it, she wasn't going to let me orgasm. I felt totally helpless. Here I was, completely aroused, my hard penis throbbing with excitement, and she wasn't going to let me come. After several tense minutes I was almost convinced she was going to just sit there and let me grow soft. Suddenly she started to blow me again. I gasped and threw my head back, enjoying the agonising pleasure of her strong mouth and tongue. The point of no return was in sight again, when once again she simply stopped and left me hanging. This time I just had to say something.

"Please, don't stop."

"Why? This is your punishment."

I couldn't say anything. Once more there we were, my painfully stiff penis between us, I looking dismayed and she looking truimphant. And once again, after several minutes she continued to suck me. I was on a rollar-coaster ride, alternating up and down but never reaching anywhere. She kept up the tease a couple more times until my legs started to writh uncontrollably and my eyes started to tear. This was punishment most agonising and pleasurable, it was almost unbearable.

"Please please please..."

"Do you want to let it out?"

"Yes, please, please!"

She held my penis and stared at it. After what seemed like eternity she resumed her assault. When the end came, the orgasm was so good that I didn't ejaculate immediately. For several heavenly seconds I was pleasured beyond belief. I clenched my hands to my sides and pressed my legs down hard on the chairs. She kept up the painful pressure, voraciously sucking, squeezing the head of my penis all around with that skilled mouth of hers. Then I felt my groin muscles contracting uncontrollably, painfully hard, again and again. I remembered letting out a long whine that went higher and higher till there was no sound. When I finally returned to earth, I was totally conquered, utterly defeated. My surrender was thorough and complete. I'm sure she managed to wring and suck out every single last drop I could've produced that day. I was so spent I laid on the table and could've move. So that was what her punishment entailed. What then of her rewards? I had yet to find out...

Romany
20-03-2010, 03:37 PM
Thanks. More please.

david_yew
23-03-2010, 07:10 PM
nice teacher and student(slave) story

birdie8819
23-03-2010, 07:33 PM
WoW sounds like a BDSM story . :p

Shall camp here for more . :D

JoySeeker
23-03-2010, 07:38 PM
very interesting story:D

pandaguy
23-03-2010, 07:45 PM
wow seems like an interesting story :D

123456787654321
27-03-2010, 12:27 PM
PART 4



There isn't much left to tell actually. This fearful yet strangely wonderful episode of my life only lasted for a couple of months till the final examinations. The few weeks leading up to them were spent feverishly studying, or rather mugging. I didn't have the time nor the mood to masturbate, and the teacher didn't arrange any sessions with me, which was just as well because there was nothing else I could concentrate on except passing with flying colours anyway. Like all students, I ran the gauntlet of each examination and went away each time with mixed feelings of dread and elation, of what I could've, would've, should've but didn't do. However it was over before I knew it, and there was nothing to do but enjoy some time off before looking for a temporary job and applying for a junior college. It was the year-end and there were numerous barbeques, chalets and trips, both local and overseas, organised by friends, school clubs and other acquaintances vying for my attention.

Yet at the back of my mind I was wondering what was to become of my relationship with the teacher. As it happened, I needn't have worried too much. I was back at school one day to attend a passing out ceremony organised by my club, and when it was over, I was walking out to a bus-stop with some friends when I happened to see her car in the school parking lot. I was elated at first, because it meant she was in the school compound! I thought of looking for her and then realised it would be the first time I would be initiating the the first move. What if she rejected me? What if she feigned ignorance of the whole matter? I had to make a snap decision and decided, for better or worse, to turn back. So I did, muttering some excuse to my companions about looking up a teacher one last time and promising to catch up with them later.

I sat at the school canteen at a bench from where I could easily monitor her car. After a while I started thinking about how to approach her, and was having second thoughts. Suddenly a movement ahead registered in my mind, and then I saw her! She had burst out from somewhere with two bags in each arm and was walking rapidly towards her vehicle. I knew that once inside she would simply drive off, so I ran towards her. She must've heard me approaching as I neared, for she turned around and gave me a neutral gaze, so I stopped, feeling extremely apprehensive. This was the moment of truth! The moment was much less exciting than expected of course. She merely nodded and handed me her two bags. I was all too happy to do so, but I was careful not to let it show. Once her car was loaded I made to get in, but she stopped me.

I believe I mentioned before she was tall and big-boned. I gulped as she stood right in front looking down at me, her face fiercely beautiful with pale flawless skin. Then she smiled, not a chilling or sarcastic smile, just a smile. I felt so relieved. The conversion went well enough. She talked about my future endevours and I answered as much as I could. Then she put her hands on my shoulders, brought her face close to mine and whispered very clearly to meet her at certain date and time at the usual bus-stop. She also told me to 'save up". As she said those things I felt the familiar sensual chill creeping up my spine once more. I nodded my assent, and then she simply bade me farewell, got into the car and drove off. I went to catch up with my friends, but my mind was elsewhere the whole time.

The date to meet her was a weekend and the time was somewhere after dinner. I thought long and hard about what to wear and bring, but in the end decided not to do anything outlandish and just dress down. By then I had also realised what she meant by "saving up", and was wondering what she had in store for me.

The pick-up was nothing special. I thought she looked different but then realised she had dressed down in a T-shirt and shorts. All along I had never seen her in anything other than the same old frumpy unattractive over-sized clothes she always wore to school. And her hair was down, not tied up severely with a chop-stick.

As she led the way to the apartment, I couldn't help noticing her superb figure. Mind you, she was not attractive in the usual young slim pretty sense of course. She was a MILF, a tall big-boned MILF. Big shoulders with somewhat meaty arms. A large bust. Slight tummy. Wide hips with a big ass. And long legs with thick thighs. Her skin everywhere as far I could see was pale and very smooth. I was totally entranced by every bit of her.

Once inside she took command again. But it was markedly different this time. She seemed more relaxed and open. She invited me to sit and chat, and so we did for some time. I found out she was a divorcee with her children in her ex-husband's custody. I asked her why she had had her sessions with me, and she answered she needed a regular supply of sperm from healthy young men to maintain her looks and complexion and balance the yin. I told her that sounded like rubbish and she laughed. She asked me what I thought of our arrangment. I replied truthfully I was fearful but at the same time very satisfied. She looked at me thoughtfully and then grew serious.

"This is to be our last time together. Do you understand?"

I was taken aback, but felt strangely relieved. There was closure at last, and besides it wouldn't be practical once I started school again. I would sorely miss her sessions though.

"I understand."

"Very good."

Looking back, I didn't realise the implications under much later when I was more worldly-wise and less innocent. She had probably seduced, jerked and sucked off other young students, for who knows how long. Thus it was no wonder she behaved like a dominatrix during our sessions, she simply could not risk a student squealing and creating a scandal. But she was very intelligent and cautious in her modus operandi, and I have no doubt she got away with it all. It was highly likely she had lovers as well, but her private life was her private life, and she never revealed any of it to me.

"Alright, let's begin."

123456787654321
27-03-2010, 12:43 PM
PART 5




I got up to sit on the table, but she beckoned me to her bedroom instead. No, I'll repeat once more, I did not have sex with her, I never did. I got to lie down on her nice big bed instead. She dimmed the lights, then told me to strip and turn over on my stomach. And for the first time in my life I had a massage. It was a good massage, and I felt very relaxed. When she told me to turn over, I already knew what to expect. I didn't look down at her as she jerked and sucked me, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Having been "saving up" for a few days, even she took it slow and steady, it wasn't long before I felt an orgasm approaching. She knew from my gasps and body language however, and denied me several times. I valiently tried not to be bothered by this, but at last I begged to be released, so she assaulted my penis til I exploded. The pleasure was excruciating, and because the room was dim I felt much less self-conscious, so I cried out freely without trying to suppress anything. As I floated back down to earth, there she was at my side, massaging my face. I made to move, but she told me to lie still, so I did.

After some time I felt her hand reaching towards my groin, and as it grasped my penis to my utter surprise my erection was hard as ever. I don't know about you, but usually after experiencing a really good orgasm, my erection would not go down for a long while. I didn't know at that time however, so I sat up in shock.

"What's the matter?"

"It's still hard!"

"Isn't that good?"

It took me a while to realise the implication.

"You want to do it again?"

"Why not?"

I had never been done twice in a row before. I was intrigued and simply laid back down. As some of you may know, the sensation is different the second time round. No doubt my penis was still fully erect, but when she touched and foundled it, there was much less feeling than before. I could feel her but it was kind of numb. But she must've known how to deal with that, for she continued, alternately with her hands and mouth, very slowly and deliberately, unhurried. It was all very pleasant, and after some time I could felt the sharp streaks of pleasure shooting through the core of my penis again. I moaned and she ramped up her assault. Once I started reaching the climax, again she denied me. She made me ride the rollar coaster a couple more times till I was shaking my head from side to side and my legs were writhing uncontrollably. Then she made her final assault and I orgasmed in sweet surrender. It was every bit as excrutiating as before, and to my shock I could feel my painfull, utterly swollen and stiff penis erupting just as much as before.

I laid there blissfully in that dreamlike state for who knows how long, neither awake nor asleep. I suddenly came to and realised her mouth was still on my penis! This time however, it was only semi-erect, and I didn't feel quite as aroused as before. I made to get up, but she took her mouth away and told me to sit if I wanted. She continued to look at my penis, then looked at me.

"Would you like another?"

I gasped in shock. Another?

"Another? I don't know if I can, I don't know."

She smiled at me like a predator.

"I know you can. Like me handle it."

I sat up this time, very interested in seeing how I could come yet again. She brightened the lights first before resuming, and this time I could observe how she pleasure me, as well she herself of course. My penis felt tired and sore however, and it remained semi-erect and numb for some time, in spite of her efforts. She then looked up at me.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What would you like to see?"

Once more I was shocked. I couldn't answer, but for some reason my gaze fell on her breasts and stayed there. She noticed immediately and got up.

I stared totally wide-eyed as she took off her T-Shirt. Her breasts were large and heavy, the breasts of a mature mother. Most of them were covered up by a large support bra however. She didn't take off her bra and most certainly she didn't let me touch her, but that was the most I had ever seen of any woman then, and it was enough for me. We went back to the usual table, and she made sure the room was brightly lit. As she stroked and licked my penis, she would frequently lean back and stretch her arms, letting me gaze at her gloriously full breasts. My heart was pounding relentlessly and my mind was filled with lust. And then it happend. Suddenly I felt a shaft of pure pleasure. The sensations were returning! It started somewhere on the outside then travelled deep within the core of my penis. Then my semi-erection sprang to full attention. It happened fast and hard, and I moaned as my penis came back to life. Some of you may know the feeling. I could feel the deep soreness right in the centre of my penis from the base to the head, radiating out. It felt very sore, very swollen and boy it was painful. It looked so red and angry I thought it would burst. She smiled in delight and immediately assaulted it quickly, sucking it hard and painfully. She had me and wasn't going to let me go. She didn't deny me this time, she just kept going, her mouth making me moan and writhe in pure agony.

Suddenly as I felt the orgasm approaching, I begged her to stop, because I thought my penis would really explode, and I couldn't handle the sensations anymore. She ignored my pleads and kept savaging my poor penis. Because of my previous orgasms the period between the plateau and orgasm took longer, so there was nothing I could do but simply endure the sheer agony of it all. At last, just when I thought I could take it no longer, the sensations went so high my back arched, my head was thrown up and my mouth gave out a high-pitched whine. For several sheer wonderfully agonising moments in the orgasm, I did not ejaculate. But just when I thought perhaps I didn't have anything left, my groin muscles contracted, hard, and I cried out as though spurting out my very essence. For the first time in my life my groin muscles (pc muscles to be precise) were strained and tired, and I continued to cry out as each strong ejaculation caused me much pleasure and pain. Coupled with her incessant sucking, which became even harder as soon as she tasted sperm, I didn't know how I managed to remian conscious throughout. When it was all over at last, she helped me towards her bed, and I feel asleep.

Up till this day, this episode of my life is one of the most vivid and memorable memories I've ever had. Needless to say, I never saw her again, neither did I bother to look her up.






Stay tuned for another true story told by another friend.

123456787654321
26-07-2010, 12:38 AM
2ND STORY

This is another true story told to me.


PART 1

This is kind of a story about how I discovered the joys of sex, or to be precise, sexual pleasure, because it's definately more about the pleasure than the act of procreation. I'm just an ordinary Singaporean girl, with the strict upbringing that comes from a typically stable, if boring, family. If you have to know how I look like, I'm tall and slim with big eyes. That's it. I don't have much of anything, except a big appetite for sexual pleasure. But let's not talk about that now, got to save the best for the last you know?


My first foray into sexual pleasure began when I enrolled into a polytechnic. Sure, during secondary school we girls compared bust sizes, discussed relationships and giggled about penises. But nothing serious, I didn't even know what masturbation was then. I was a netball girl, so in poly naturally I joined the club. Poly was kind of an eye opener. It was like... kids trying to behave like adults but failing. I suppose when you can finally dress up everyday, skip lectures and make far more noise than you ever could in secondary school, you just let your hair down and go crazy. Or maybe I was too innocent and sheltered, I dont know.


Anyway, along with the other freshies we were initiated into the netball club with a lot of fun activites and silly games. As usual with sportsmen, or rather sportswomen, there were the "butches", the hot ones every guy would slivate at, the serious ones who ate, lived and breathed netball and everybody else. Little did I know there was actually another kind. I wouldn't call them lesbians, they didn't target females exclusively. I would call them sexually repressed. Or depressed, or whatever. Here's how I got involved with one, and that was the start of my own sexual awakening.


Every time after practice we showered in the toilets, and in case you're wondering female toilet habits are just like guys. There are those who cover themselves up completely in and out of the cubicles. And there are those who let every bit hang out. I know guys don't usually talk about their muscles or dick size amongst themselves, it's gay. But not for girls. We can compare every bit about ourselves with each other and not be bitchy about it. Ok, maybe occassionally someone gets offended, but don't forget the focus is not on ourselves, it's often on being pretty for someone else. We can chat about hairstyling, make-up, fashion, grooming etc for quite a while. And yes, in case you guys are wondering that's usually why we take so long, we're not doing anything FUNNY.


Anyway, as time went by I got close to one of the senior netballers. She had a really fantastic figure with killer looks, the sort that always attracted attention wherever she went to, whether to the canteen or the library. However, she also sort of extruded an aura of sadness. She often seemed most sad after using her mobile. On one occassion I bumped into her and she actually took me aside so she could cry on my shoulder. I was very surprised but I simply hugged and comforted her as best I could. It was a couple of days later that she confided to me her relationship problems. Basically her boyfriend was becoming meaner and meaner to her, plus seeing another girl, and she was very upset, but girls being girls, it's not easy to break off the emotional attachments that have grown. Don't ask why the jerks get all the pretty ones, it may sound cliche but so far in my short life beauty can either be a blessing or a curse.


To cut a long story short, I became her emotional crutch temporarily. It was a difficult period, but eventually she broke up with him. Many days were spent loitering around void decks, walking around shopping malls, sitting down at MacDonald's, lying down listlessly on park benches before that happened though. I still kept in touch with my other friends but I became especially close to her, and she to me. One weekend she invited me to spend the day at her place, and so we did. We sat on her bed and talked about a lot of things, and though I was embarrassed initially, I was very interested when she described how she made love with her former boyfriend.


I was fantasizing as she continued her description, when suddenly I realised her face was very close to mine. Before I could react, she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth! My very first kiss! It wasn't an aggressive kiss, it was a soft gentle one that made me shiver. She broke it and looked at me before kissing me again. This time she was more aggresive, and when I tried to pull back she cuddled my head and frenched me. I wanted to fight back but I didn't, the soft feminine scent of her and the sweetness of her breathe actually made me want more. I didn't know what to do, but she obviously did. As she frenched me she pushed me down on my back and lay on top of me...

Bangster
26-07-2010, 01:22 AM
This is fucking fantastic writing.

In 1 page, we have 6 long posts by TS, this is serious!

UPPZZZ!!!

dromedary
26-07-2010, 11:37 AM
You are a good story teller. Thanks.

123456787654321
26-07-2010, 08:23 PM
PART 2


I felt her full weight thrust upon me and strangely it felt good. It's that wonderful feeling one gets when someone dear is already in such close proximity to you, yet wants to get even closer. Her eyes were closed as she continued to french me, and I felt as though she was drinking out of me, as though she was desparately drawing much-needed strength that had been drained out from all the turmoil of the past few weeks. And as she tasted and drank more of me, I was more than happy to give it all to her.


She broke the kiss and we stared at each other. Her face was flushed, and mine probably was as well. Suddenly she grabbed me in a bear hug, trapping my arms, and starting necking me. It felt ticklish and I wanted to push her away, but my arms were stuck. She stopped and asked me how I felt. I was confused and simply replied without thinking that it felt great. She smiled and looked me up and down slowly. As she gazed, I could actually feel the raw passion of her desire bearing down on me. And when her eyes locked with mine once more, instinctively alarms bells went ringing throughout my head. I fought the urge to run however, and held her gaze. She then laid beside me, leaned forward, close to my ear, and whispered how much she loved my long legs, how she wished she was my height. As she did so she reached a hand down to stroke my thighs. I gasped, both at her words and actions, and wanted to jerk away and brush her hands off, but I didn't. I watched, memerized, as she continue carassing me. Again, she used her other arm to grab and french me as her hand reached higher towards my hidden places. I closed my legs together, but there was still a gap in between where they don't meet, and she deftly inserted a hand there and pressed it against my shorts.


I squirmed and pressed my legs together even harder to push her hand out, but that only made her press harder. And that was the first time I became sexually aroused. Some girls may take a long time, but for me it happened fast and hard. My nipples grew erect and kept brushing against my bra. My hidden places swelled up as well and to my embarassment there was a feeling of wetness. A hot flush quickly crept up to my neck and face, until finally I could bear it no longer and roughly pushed my dear friend away. My breathing came in gasps and pants and I started fluttering my hands around my face and neck, making silly clucking noises whilst trying to dissipate the incredible heat. I must've looked very comical, like a crazy chicken. My friend gave me a bemused look as she peeped up from the side of the bed, and that was I realised I had accidentally pushed her right off! I quickly apologised and we sat together once more.


Thanks to my rash action, the mood was already gone and we were back to normal. However, she did ask me seriously if I was offended in any way. I was more shocked than anything else, and frankly being aroused for the first time was just so amazing, so I simply told her if she wanted to do something like that at least tell me beforehand. She gave me a sultry look and invited me to do it again at a later date. I gasped and nodded. We said goodbye soon after, and as I headed home my mind was a blur of thoughts. That night I didn't send my usual smses to her, and we didn't chat online either. My emotions were at an all time high, leaving me sleepless. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn't want to ask too many questions, and I had no one to ask without risking ridicule anyway. My haughty morals told me somewhere somehow it wasn't right to make out like that with another girl, but then again this was a girl who was currently my closest companion and she definately wouldn't hurt me. Why take a chance with some unknown guy? If he didn't know anything we wouldn't have a great time, and if he did, he was a player, and I was not going to be played like my poor friend. In the end, I drifted off, exhausted, but decided to remember the dear feelings I had for her, and brushed off her behaviour as simply realising stress. It was decision that would open up a whole new world to me in the days to come.