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#271
08-05-2011, 01:14 AM
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Re: My auntie and I
bro i just start reading this story... will be waiting for more ... really enjoy it.. i dun really like to read but this time i love reading... hahaha... hope tat u could get back to ur story fast....
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#272
08-05-2011, 12:36 PM
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Saturday morning finally arrived, and not too soon. At 6.30 am, my auntie called and asked me whether I was ready. I was already up at 5 am. She told me to wait downstairs for her at 7 am. I wondered if she could hear the eagerness in my voice when I replied that I would be there on time. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went down at 6.55 am. My aunt arrived almost on the dot at 7 am in a taxi. The moment I saw her, my dickie started to stir again.
My auntie was wearing a red t-shirt which was cut low to the tops of her breasts and when she moved, I could see where the straps of her brassiere joined to the cups. She was wearing a pair of tiny black shorts and surprisingly high-heeled sandals that made her long white legs even nicer and more shapely than before. I was surprised by the heels because she had told me that we would be roughing it out by staying in a longhouse in Pulau Tioman. Her legs looked very smooth and shiny and I guessed then that she had probably just shaved and waxed her legs the night before. I had heard her telling my mother that she moisturised her legs everyday and scrubbed and waxed them once a week to keep them smooth. Her face seemed to be newly made up, the bright red lipstick accentuating her full-lipped mouth. As I stepped into the taxi, I could smell her perfume which enveloped me. The whole effect was devastating and, if I could possibly believe it, might even be partly for my benefit, which was incredibly flattering. But somehow it made me uneasy, but it definitely was arousing. I sat beside my auntie in the back seat of the taxi. I couldn't help myself and stole quite a number of glances at her white thighs. Once, I caught the eyes of the male Chinese taxi driver in the rear view mirror and I was afraid that he knew what I was doing. I believed that he, too, was trying to steal glances at my sexy auntie. We alighted at some place in Singapore, I couldn't remember exactly where, and took a bus from there all the way to Mersing. The journey was about three hours long and my auntie and I sat together on a two-seater behind. Occasionally, her white satiny thighs would rub against mine and caused my dickie to stir. At one stage along the way, my auntie seemed to nod off and she rested her head on my shoulder. I glanced at her chest and could see her cleavage. The top of her milky white breasts looked so smooth that I could hardly restrained myself from reaching out and caressing them. I could remember clearly that along the journey in the bus to Mersing, my dickie became hard quite a number of times and once even felt like exploding. I was very glad that my auntie could not notice that because my bag was resting on the top of my thighs and hiding my lust. Being so close to my auntie somehow made her in a way more accessible. The thought interestingly terrified me and turned my legs to soft plastic, but also automatically had the opposite effect on another part of my anatomy. The bloody thing had a mind of its own and even as I concentrated on controlling it, it pressed with increasing urgency on my white school PE shorts. I was glad when the bus finally arrived at Mersing.
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#274
08-05-2011, 10:53 PM
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stopped again??? lol
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#275
09-05-2011, 02:26 AM
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Bro TS, now looking forward to the "interesting" parts
 , do hurry eh? Cheers bro ...........
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#278
09-05-2011, 06:35 PM
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Dear bros, do you really want me to go straight to the action? The story will end very quickly. Do let me know your preference.
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#280
09-05-2011, 08:30 PM
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Re: My auntie and I
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#282
09-05-2011, 11:13 PM
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Please tell your story the way you have been doing lah.
DO NOT RUSH TO THE END, OK? Your story is engaging, titillating, arousing and kept the reader on edge and super HARD. If you are going to rush to the end and just hump away, then you are no different than most of the other writers here. Their story ends in one or two posts. Where is the thrill of anticipation? Don't listen to those who don't know how to enjoy a good flowing story. Please DON'T! Those who want quick fixes, please go elsewhere. I think the almost 500K views of this wonderful story tell a lot about how good it is. RIGHT? Be patient and enjoy brothers.
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#284
09-05-2011, 11:50 PM
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You want to read this instead? http://sammy.services/showthread.php?t=238731
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#285
10-05-2011, 07:45 PM
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Dear Bro Masterofunvi - thank you for your precious points. Much appreciated!
To continue: Being so close to my auntie somehow made her in a way more accessible. The thought interestingly terrified me and turned my legs to soft plastic, but also automatically had the opposite effect on another part of my anatomy. The bloody thing had a mind of its own and even as I concentrated on controlling it, it pressed with increasing urgency on my white school PE shorts. I was glad when the bus finally arrived at Mersing. From Mersing, we took a speedboat to Pulau Tioman. It was a small boat. We were told it would take about one and a half hours to get to Tioman. There were some other passengers and I couldn't tell whether they were also from Singapore. I only noticed an elderly Chinese couple in their 50s because the man kept looking at my auntie. I thought he knew my auntie but later I realised that he was more focused on her white legs. And the "sway" thing that happened was that when my auntie was getting into the boat, she lost her balance and tripped and fell, hurting her left ankle in the process. Her left heel had gotten caught in a gap on the wooden floorboard. My auntie sat down on the floorboard and started to massage her left foot. I dropped my bag and went to her aid. At this moment, the elderly Chinese man intervened. He squatted down beside my auntie and said that he was a trained Chinese physician and knew how to treat bone and muscular injuries. Without even asking whether my auntie was willing to let him help, he grabbed her left leg, lifted it slightly and started to remove her shoe for her. His action was too swift for any of us to react. He put down the shoe and started to squeeze my auntie's left white foot. He groped around her foot and then said that she would be ok as it was a minor sprain. He then pressed hard on my auntie's left foot. I could tell he was using a lot of strength and I could see my auntie's pretty face grimaced in pain. He started to massage her ankle area and the top of her left foot. Seeing a male stranger touching my auntie's sexy foot at that moment made me quite jealous. I didn't know why I felt that way then. I was taking in the details of my auntie's left foot. Her toes were slender and long and the nails well manicured and clear. She had not applied any nail polish this time around. There was no toe-jam. Her foot look so clean and so kissable. A few of the other passengers had gathered round to see what was happening. I could tell that the men among them were gawking at my auntie's sexy legs. I was glad she was wearing a pair of shorts. If not, her modesty would have been exposed. Still, her white shapely legs and the way she was sitting on the floor attracted a lot of stares. In a forbidden way, my loins started to stir again at the salacious sight of my auntie's white shapely legs being leered at by total strangers. After about 5 minutes, which seemed an eternity to me then, the elderly man said my auntie should be ok. He helped my auntie up and helped her to a seat. Then he returned to talk to his wife. My auntie thanked him gratefully. The gawking men started to move away. I felt relieved. In a funny way, I felt very protective of my auntie and wanted to punch up all the men and at that time, I was just a scrawny teenager. The short episode had shaken me to some extent. I felt a bit dismay too, thinking that I should have been the one rubbing my auntie's sexy white foot. The boat had already started on its choppy journey to Tioman.
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