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phenom
22-07-2004, 04:23 PM
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hammering out the FRs at the keyboard


I have been enjoying the offerings at the GL MM scene for the past three years and had written FRs of varying lengths on some of them; as and when time and inclination permits. Initially, I posted the reports in various different threads but later I grouped them all in hoodlum’s popular MMCI thread. Except for the latter, all my earlier FRs in the current forum and the late-lamented Delphi Forum were now lost forever…..sigh!!!

Sometimes, to relive the sweet memories with the unearthed jewels I had made out with, I would delve into the past pages and re-read my writings and to save them onto my hard disc….a long overdue task that I had only recently begin to embark upon. Some of my fellow netizens had meanwhile also clamoured for a consolidation of my written experiences with the MMs.
Having all my retrievable MM FRs laid out chronologically in a single dedicated thread do make good reading sense as it will make referring to them very much easier; as opposed to sieving through thousands of postings in the ten dozen odd pages of the MMCI.

I will now re-post the MM FRs (and some of my more substantial comments) that still exist in this forum; beginning from the earliest I can find. This might or might not be the optimum section for this thread but as I understand, it will definately not belong to the one where the MMCI is sited.
As this undertaking might take some time to bring to eventual fruition, may I please have your indulgence to bear with me.

Here goes:

camry
22-07-2004, 04:31 PM
Bro , sorry to ask u this Q . But I really like to know lei , how to post the pic here ?

kangtow
22-07-2004, 04:39 PM
Bro , sorry to ask u this Q . But I really like to know lei , how to post the pic here ?

click on the quote for the previous post and you can see the source. this is the tag that embed the image for the post. remove the **

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GiftonJS
22-07-2004, 04:46 PM
http://www.tolkar.com.tr/image/typing.jpg
hammering out the FRs at the keyboard


I have been enjoying the offerings at the GL MM scene for the past three years and had written FRs of varying lengths on some of them; as and when time and inclination permits. Initially, I posted the reports in various different threads but later I grouped them all in hoodlum?s popular MMCI thread. Except for the latter, all my earlier FRs in the current forum and the late-lamented Delphi Forum were now lost forever?..sigh!!!

Sometimes, to relive the sweet memories with the unearthed jewels I had made out with, I would delve into the past pages and re-read my writings and to save them onto my hard disc?.a long overdue task that I had only recently begin to embark upon. Some of my fellow netizens had meanwhile also clamoured for a consolidation of my written experiences with the MMs.
Having all my retrievable MM FRs laid out chronologically in a single dedicated thread do make good reading sense as it will make referring to them very much easier; as opposed to sieving through thousands of postings in the ten dozen odd pages of the MMCI.

I will now re-post the MM FRs (and some of my more substantial comments) that still exist in this forum; beginning from the earliest I can find. This might or might not be the optimum section for this thread but as I understand, it will definately not belong to the one where the MMCI is sited.
As this undertaking might take some time to bring to eventual fruition, may I please have your indulgence to bear with me.

Here goes:

Hi Bro Phenom,

All of us will be eagerly awaiting your wonderful memories and FRs. By the way, I still have not seen or tried Sha Sha yet... Haiz
:( No luck with her at all.

Thanks & Best Regards
Giftonjs

phenom
22-07-2004, 04:55 PM
Originally posted on 29-08-2002, 01:54 AM
Sighting of Shasha

http://www.xfreehosting.com/fetish/aso/bh5/pc31312/cell1_jpg.jpg
monster melons similiar to those sighted


27/8 circa 2000hrs - I was with some Indonesian buddies shopping for MMs in chinatown. Started from the golden triangle, through the backlanes and the main thoroughfare of L8,10 and 12. At 2020, we spotted a long haired sweet young thing at L10. One of my Indo buddies was attracted immediately and ons her n@ S$100/- inclusive of hotel. The s.y.t.'s name is Wen Ting, nineteen years of age, and hails from Hunan.
We then headed north and turned right into the sidelane. A lorong away at L12, another of my Indo companions spotted a bigboobed lass and was about to approach her when everyone MM within sight started to move away. The AV has struck again.
No choice but to make our way back to L10 to await our buddy to finish with his bonk. The AV minivan, a grey private vehicle was parked in front of the hotel and inside the van was two delisted MMs. After a further 10 minutes, three others were bundled onto the van and the AV then called it a night. I recognised the latter three as being together with Wen ting earlier. What a narrow escape for the s.y.t.
After a half hour's wait resulted in still no sight of the MM's return, we too called it a night.

28/8 - circa 1800 hrs to 2100 hrs. The whole area is full of activities. We were just looking around when we spotted Wen Ting again. As with the previous nite, she dressed in the same all-white outfit that make her so lovely looking. We had a friendly chat for about 10 minutes before my buddy whose attempt for the bigboobed MM was aborted by the appearance of the AV the previous nite decided to have a go with the s.y.t. Wen Ting is indeed a nice girl and I would also be tempted to bonk her if only her boobs were bigger (I'm a melon fanatic). Anyway, according to my 2 buddies who had her, her service was, as with most MMs, only so-so but her sweetness more than made up for it.
And yes, for all melon freaks out there, I had spotted a huge cantalouped MM at the golden triangle. Her figure is quite slim and she is also of a good height. Face, thought not really that pretty is more than acceptable. In fact she bears a passing resemblance to Amy Yip and her assets are actually bigger than that of the former softcore actress.
Hmmmmm, got me really tempted though I had decided to save my ammo for my coming 9-day Manila trip. In the end I still managed to deprive myself. But..... I'm having regrets now! Well, if those two monstrous orbs appeared in my nightmare, I'll have no choice but to make a beeline for her tonight.

phenom
22-07-2004, 05:10 PM
Hi Bro Phenom,

All of us will be eagerly awaiting your wonderful memories and FRs. By the way, I still have not seen or tried Sha Sha yet... Haiz
:( No luck with her at all.

Thanks & Best Regards
Giftonjs

Sighhh!!!
As I've mentioned in some of my posts to this effect; when you want that particular MM, she will be nowhere to be found and when you do not or could not have her, she will keep appearing. *shake head*

Though not very often, I do still come across her every now and then in the past few months. She usually station herself at the Golden Triangle, in front of HS. On a couple of ocassions, I tried to ask her for her hp but she would let me have it. Guess you will have to try harder if you die die must lay your hands on those outrageous monstrous juggs.

Tell you what; since you are so earnest about it, how about this little suggestion. Pm me your hp no and I will alert my MMCI kakis to give me a call the moment they catch sight of her. I will then relay the msg to you and you can get the hell there at breakneck speed if possible. Also, if I happen to see her again, I will do the same. This plan is not guaranteed to bear fruit but at least it will increase you chance.

kaypoh?
phenom

phenom
22-07-2004, 05:27 PM
Originally posted on 30-08-2002, 12:55 AM
The Monstrous ORBS of Shasha

http://www.minkaxxx.com/entry_anim1.gifhttp://www.minkaxxx.com/entry_anim2.gif
No, that's not Shasha but Minka, the world's
mightest boobed Asian pornstar. Though
Shasha's are not that huge, they are close
enough on the melonic scale. ;)


True to my self-fulfiling prophecy, I couldn't get those monstrous melons out of my mind the whole of last nite and today. At five on the hour, I was at the golden triangle, sperm nearly flowing out just from the anticipation of burying my face into the deep abyss between her soaring mountains.
But, damn, damn, damn!!! The minutes crawled along and no sight of those Mount Everests. In the end it was two solid hours before I spotted those gargantuan cantaloupes. Losing no time I immediately zeroed in on her as she came to a halt at her usual spot near the power box. She quoted the standard $100 excl. hotel which costs another $13. Once inside the room, I lost no time in laying my paws on those nightmare boobs. They are absolutey the most colossal of all the melons in GL currently .

(Hey, cuntking, if you're reading this; let me tell you that this is the mother of all melons. Huge, soft, smooth and juicy - die, die you must try. Li Wen is an airport by comparison.)

Anyway her name is Sha Sha, is 25 years of age and hails from Shanghai. She'll be heading back home on the 2nd.
Attitude is ok and she flashes an occassional smile.
No human muscle, especially those of a quarter century can hold those weighty papayas against the pull of gravity. Once the bra is off, they drooped heavily as to be expected. We showered together and to her credit she really gave me a good soaping down. On the bed, she also did put some effort to lick my upper body, but no bj. She says say doesn't like the feel of a throbbing dick in her mouth. For me, no way. By hook or by crook I will stuff my almost exploding warrior into her dainty mouth. I offered to pay her more and after a few moments' hestitation, she quoted an extra $30/- On.
The bj is nothing fancy, just a few licks with the tongue and then her mouth engulfed my phallic column to begin a 3 minute slide up and down half my rock-hard length. No mattter. I was so overcome by her gigantic bazookas that when she finally slipped my sheathed lance into her pearly gates, I could hardly hold back the torrents that threaten to squirt forth. After not more than five minutes of pumping action, first with she on top and then a flip over to the missionary and finally me thrusting her vigorously dogstyled. Overall a very sextisfying release though it was due chiefly to my enchantment with her twin towers.
On general reflection, blowing a total of $143 for less than twenty minutes of sexual gratification on a service standard far below that of the cat150 is not value for money. But then for a oversized-cantaloupes fanatic like yours truly, even a five minute chance to grab and fondle those marvelous treasures are worth every single cent of the total amount I forked out.

GiftonJS
22-07-2004, 05:29 PM
Sighhh!!!
As I've mentioned in some of my posts to this effect; when you want that particular MM, she will be nowhere to be found and when you do not or could not have her, she will keep appearing. *shake head*

Though not very often, I do still come across her every now and then in the past few months. She usually station herself at the Golden Triangle, in front of HS. On a couple of ocassions, I tried to ask her for her hp but she would let me have it. Guess you will have to try harder if you die die must lay your hands on those outrageous monstrous juggs.

Tell you what; since you are so earnest about it, how about this little suggestion. Pm me your hp no and I will alert my MMCI kakis to give me a call the moment they catch sight of her. I will then relay the msg to you and you can get the hell there at breakneck speed if possible. Also, if I happen to see her again, I will do the same. This plan is not guaranteed to bear fruit but at least it will increase you chance.

kaypoh?
phenom

Bro, thanks for your kind help. I must admit I am unable to make very frequent trips to GL due to numerous constraints. But during the times I do go, I never spotted someone like her. I keep remembering to go to to Golden Triangle HS Hotel, trying to spot someone hiding footballs in pink but to no avail, so your help is greatly appreciated. I will PM you now.

Thanks & Best Regards
Giftonjs

phenom
22-07-2004, 05:40 PM
Bro, thanks for your kind help. I must admit I am unable to make very frequent trips to GL due to numerous constraints. But during the times I do go, I never spotted someone like her. I keep remembering to go to to Golden Triangle HS Hotel, trying to spot someone hiding footballs in pink but to no avail, so your help is greatly appreciated. I will PM you now.

Thanks & Best Regards
Giftonjs

Ok, I wish you all the luck in your pursuit of the elusive gargantuan mammaries.
Let's hope I can spot her tomorrow as I will be touring wonderland in the evening. However, don't put all your hopes here as I am outstation more than half of the time so my sojourns to GL tend to be not as frequent as I wish it to be.

melon spotter
phenom

phenom
22-07-2004, 08:56 PM
Originally posted on 03-01-2003, 01:49 AM
UFO sighting at the Golden Triangle

http://www.djurvall.burken.nu/Borgholm/043%20-%20Ufo.jpg
no, not that....
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but something like these:
http://anekee.bigxtits.com/anekee_04/thumbnails/tn_anekee_pics10.jpghttp://www.daily-tits.com/04/030704/tn_anekee_pic_05.jpghttp://www.hugeboobpics.com/webmstrtopthumbs/tnsable_holiday_m1801.jpghttp://www.hugeboobpics.com/webmstrtopthumbs/tncasey_m6chair03.jpg http://www.braboobs.com/pics/tripleddd-140.jpghttp://www.braboobs.com/pics/0026_12-140.jpghttp://www.braboobs.com/pics/xxsupergirl00-140.jpghttp://www.freeclubpics.com/pinup-cat-TaylorK00.jpg


Circa 02/01/03, 2300hrs.....I was walking aroung Chinatown with 2 of my Indo buddies when I suddenly spotted a pair of UFOs - Unwieldy Fondle-able Orbs lah) at the Golden Triangle. Waaaa...Wheee...Wheeeeee......
Not since the boobastic Sha Sha (see my FR of 30/08 in this thread) had I laid my leering eyes on such a brace of globulous mounds. This must surely be the new queen of melons in all of GL.
She had to be seen to be believed. Those are not breasts...they are goldfish bowls!!! She must be a genetic freak. Or a gene-tempering experiment gone delightfully wrong. She isn't human...she's a fairy sent from the heavens for all melon freaks to feasts their sights on. And for all male horny perpetual babies to lay their filthy paws on.
Her name is Ah Min, she's not more than 1.55 metres and her body size is smallish. Her overflowing assets though of about the same gargantuan proportions as those of Sha Sha's, is relatively more monstrous as she is easily more than 10 cm shorter. She's also about half a dozen years younger than the mid-twenties Sha Sha. Face not really pretty but passable. If she were to be as sexy as Sha Sha I would not be banging away at my keyboard now, but banging at those dastardly deathstars instead.
Another reason why I resist the overpowering lure of her planet sized orbs is her apparent lack of customer-friendly attitute. But that being said, I am reserving my final judgement of her after I have a chance to have more than the minute of conversation I had with her. And as to whether I will smash those menancing mass of doughs on my face and phallus, let me see if I can get over their awesome attraction tonight.


================================================== ==========


Orginally posted on 04-01-2003, 01:04 AM
UFO.....still no Close Encounter of the Third Kind

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circa 2100hrs to 2200hrs, 03012003.starlog.
The UFO has landed again at the Golden Triangle, this time cloaked in a slutish terrain-hugging all-black outfit. Hmmm.....even sexier than her white overstretched T-shirt the night before.
My mouth drooled, my nose bled, my eyes got clouded and my xiao chiong my nou.
Oh heavenly mammaries, thou shalt suffocate my face, thou shalt engulf my phallic column, thou shalt smash me to smithereens.
I was totally entralled once again.
But wait; shouldn't I be heading for the hotel room with her by now? Well I guess it was self-denial; I was trying to prolong the feeling of enjoying the viewing of a forbidden fruit. I could have it now but chose not to. I know that once I grabbed those fairytale fleshjugs and savour the physical contact, that sensation of high anticipation of a soon-to-be mine treasure would be gone forever.
The very action of finally kneading and squeezing her devilish hooters will also be a case of deja vu as I had of course tasted not a few of bazookas of that enormous proportions and even bigger. Still, I would eventually ravage her.
I will try to delay taking the plunge but not for long..........

Have (gigantic) Tits Will Revel
- with apologies to - Paladin of Have Gun Will Travel

triple h
22-07-2004, 09:08 PM
talk about massive. her boobs surpasses even the biggest i've seen anywhere. she must have strong tissues to hold it up. sheesh.

Originally posted on 30-08-2002, 12:55 AM
The Monstrous ORBS of Shasha

http://www.minkaxxx.com/entry_anim1.gifhttp://www.minkaxxx.com/entry_anim2.gif
No, that's not Shasha but Minka, the world's
mightest boobed Asian pornstar. Though
Shasha's are not that huge, they are close
enough on the melonic scale. ;)


True to my self-fulfiling prophecy, I couldn't get those monstrous melons out of my mind the whole of last nite and today. At five on the hour, I was at the golden triangle, sperm nearly flowing out just from the anticipation of burying my face into the deep abyss between her soaring mountains.
But, damn, damn, damn!!! The minutes crawled along and no sight of those Mount Everests. In the end it was two solid hours before I spotted those gargantuan cantaloupes. Losing no time I immediately zeroed in on her as she came to a halt at her usual spot near the power box. She quoted the standard $100 excl. hotel which costs another $13. Once inside the room, I lost no time in laying my paws on those nightmare boobs. They are absolutey the most colossal of all the melons in GL currently .

(Hey, cuntking, if you're reading this; let me tell you that this is the mother of all melons. Huge, soft, smooth and juicy - die, die you must try. Li Wen is an airport by comparison.)

Anyway her name is Sha Sha, is 25 years of age and hails from Shanghai. She'll be heading back home on the 2nd.
Attitude is ok and she flashes an occassional smile.
No human muscle, especially those of a quarter century can hold those weighty papayas against the pull of gravity. Once the bra is off, they drooped heavily as to be expected. We showered together and to her credit she really gave me a good soaping down. On the bed, she also did put some effort to lick my upper body, but no bj. She says say doesn't like the feel of a throbbing dick in her mouth. For me, no way. By hook or by crook I will stuff my almost exploding warrior into her dainty mouth. I offered to pay her more and after a few moments' hestitation, she quoted an extra $30/- On.
The bj is nothing fancy, just a few licks with the tongue and then her mouth engulfed my phallic column to begin a 3 minute slide up and down half my rock-hard length. No mattter. I was so overcome by her gigantic bazookas that when she finally slipped my sheathed lance into her pearly gates, I could hardly hold back the torrents that threaten to squirt forth. After not more than five minutes of pumping action, first with she on top and then a flip over to the missionary and finally me thrusting her vigorously dogstyled. Overall a very sextisfying release though it was due chiefly to my enchantment with her twin towers.
On general reflection, blowing a total of $143 for less than twenty minutes of sexual gratification on a service standard far below that of the cat150 is not value for money. But then for a oversized-cantaloupes fanatic like yours truly, even a five minute chance to grab and fondle those marvelous treasures are worth every single cent of the total amount I forked out.

phenom
22-07-2004, 09:10 PM
Originally posted on 04-01-2003, 02:57 AM
Melonic MM - "Zhang Ker Ker"

http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/a/n/aneumann/chprincess.jpg
an approximate likeness of "Zhang Ker Ker"


After visually devouring the outlandish superstructures of the boob queen of GL earlier, I was all primed to bonk a normal bigtitted MM.
My half hour search eventually resulted in a gem of sorts called Zhang Xiaoyun. She hails from Liaoning in the northeastern reaches of China which used to be part of Manchuria. I jokingly called her Zhang Kerker - or Princess Zhang as kerker means princess in the Imperial Manchurian Era of bygone days. That brought a smile and a giggle from her. It really set her to give me the second bestever service from a MM.(The alltime best was from my "girlfriend" MM; Coco).
I found her in the alley between L14 and 16. I had spotted her substantial cleavage and was just standing around surveying the area for other melons when she bekoned to me. I just smiled at her but kept my position. She then walked the dozen steps towards me. At that closeup position, I can clearly discern the deep valley between her soft creamy mountains. My warrior sprang to almost full attention and I thereby engaged her in light conversation for the next five minutes. She's no longer young, having witnessed the passing of twenty-eight winters. Her facial map had indicated her years but her personality belies that. A younger girl in an older body, haha! Face not really pretty but pleasant enough.
Anyway she quoted fifty bucks and I accepted. Paid another ten quids for the room at the nearby Champagne Hotel.
When she shed her clothes, she revealed a reasonably shapely body and large soft slighty-droppy breasts. Though leagues below the awesome massiveness of Ah Min's unholy temples of desire, Xiaoyun's ample knockers will put to shame many a so-called big-boobed GL150's. Her milk factories are larger than those of Lee Wen, BiBi2, and Zhen Zhen, just to name a few.
She gave me a good shower and we rubbed and slidded our bodies under the raining shower. With the water streaming down, I gave her hard nipples a mighty good suck, kneading the doughly papayas in the process.
More playing with her cantaloupes on bed whilst she licked my body. Next comes the capped bj which though last only a minute or so, was fully satisfying. Even more playing followed; me with her melons and she with my hairy balls and engorged rod.
She then started the fj on top, with me once again playing with her hanging and swinging globs. Occassionally our lips locked and I would send in my darting tongue to explore the secrets of her oral cavity. I continued and finished with her in the missionary position. Towards the end her initial groans and rumbles cresendoed to an almost earshattering scream.
It was way past midnight then and she decided to call it a night. I offered and she accepted a lift from me back to her home which was along the way to mine. She was so happy to have ridden on one of the top two imported brands of car in China that she gave me a surprised hearty goodybye kiss when she alighted.

triple h
22-07-2004, 09:15 PM
keep up the gd fr's..... and may all REST IN PEACE.

Originally posted on 04-01-2003, 02:57 AM
Melonic MM - "Zhang Ker Ker"

http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art/a/n/aneumann/chprincess.jpg
an approximate likeness of "Zhang Ker Ker"


After visually devouring the outlandish superstructures of the boob queen of GL earlier, I was all primed to bonk a normal bigtitted MM.
My half hour search eventually resulted in a gem of sorts called Zhang Xiaoyun. She hails from Liaoning in the northeastern reaches of China which used to be part of Manchuria. I jokingly called her Zhang Kerker - or Princess Zhang as kerker means princess in the Imperial Manchurian Era of bygone days. That brought a smile and a giggle from her. It really set her to give me the second bestever service from a MM.(The alltime best was from my "girlfriend" MM; Coco).
I found her in the alley between L14 and 16. I had spotted her substantial cleavage and was just standing around surveying the area for other melons when she bekoned to me. I just smiled at her but kept my position. She then walked the dozen steps towards me. At that closeup position, I can clearly discern the deep valley between her soft creamy mountains. My warrior sprang to almost full attention and I thereby engaged her in light conversation for the next five minutes. She's no longer young, having witnessed the passing of twenty-eight winters. Her facial map had indicated her years but her personality belies that. A younger girl in an older body, haha! Face not really pretty but pleasant enough.
Anyway she quoted fifty bucks and I accepted. Paid another ten quids for the room at the nearby Champagne Hotel.
When she shed her clothes, she revealed a reasonably shapely body and large soft slighty-droppy breasts. Though leagues below the awesome massiveness of Ah Min's unholy temples of desire, Xiaoyun's ample knockers will put to shame many a so-called big-boobed GL150's. Her milk factories are larger than those of Lee Wen, BiBi2, and Zhen Zhen, just to name a few.
She gave me a good shower and we rubbed and slidded our bodies under the raining shower. With the water streaming down, I gave her hard nipples a mighty good suck, kneading the doughly papayas in the process.
More playing with her cantaloupes on bed whilst she licked my body. Next comes the capped bj which though last only a minute or so, was fully satisfying. Even more playing followed; me with her melons and she with my hairy balls and engorged rod.
She then started the fj on top, with me once again playing with her hanging and swinging globs. Occassionally our lips locked and I would send in my darting tongue to explore the secrets of her oral cavity. I continued and finished with her in the missionary position. Towards the end her initial groans and rumbles cresendoed to an almost earshattering scream.
It was way past midnight then and she decided to call it a night. I offered and she accepted a lift from me back to her home which was along the way to mine. She was so happy to have ridden on one of the top two imported brands of car in China that she gave me a surprised hearty goodybye kiss when she alighted.

phenom
22-07-2004, 09:25 PM
Originally posted on Sat Jun 14, 2003 7:46 pm
My Manchurian "Princess"

http://www.asianfineart.com/images/manchurian_empress.jpg
Miss Yang Yang as she might have looked like had she been born in the 19th century


I have not had a China mei mei for long while now. Recently, in fact last week, when accompanying some out of town visitors to chiong in GL wonderland, I had noticed that the Golden Triangle area was teeming with life again. Though not as bustling as in its heydays last year, the birds’ and by extension the buayas’ population had grown compared to months ago. Rows of chicks lined up along both the side walks of Talma Road and the driveway to the entrance of the hotel at the T-junction of the former and Lor 8.

What a flesh parade? Dressed to entice, a good proportion of the ladies of the night there virtually bared their heaving bosoms, so low cut were most of the blouses and dresses. Some of the melons threatened to pop out of their inadequate bras. Substantially hefty though they are, not all the semi-exposed globes are in reality as huge as they were made to appear by the wonderbras that most of the beauties wore. Still, most of them are juicy enough to make a hot blooded male miss a heartbeat or two.

Wednesday evening found me there on a strolling tour of the flesh market. I was on the way back from Joo Chiat towards Aljunied, after the conclusion of some errands when memories of those cantaloupes made me do a small diversion to the other chinatown.
The current batch looked good and the oglers were out in force, drinking in the libido arousing sight. The crowd was there but they are mainly browsers, not buyers. Bookings were few and far in between. As I filtered in and out among the human flood the gals seem to be less passive than before. In the past, it used to be that the guys would do the approach, and either moved off or paired to the nearby hotel after a short verbal exchange. Not so now. As I walked pass them, the majority of them would beckon and initiate the conversations which also tend to last longer than previously.

Such is their dearth of business that the MMs are now into cajoling and cavorting with their potential customers. Some hours after I started doing my rounds of “inspection”, one of the melons at the golden triangle pulled me by the hand and struck up a conversation of small talk which of course lead to the one hundred dollar question.
She was of a good height, about 1.6 metre if in her stockinged feet, but at that moment, I had to look up at her slightly as she was in her heels. Long tinted stresses flowed down her exquisitely chiseled face, lending her an air of a middle class career woman. Dressed in sheer black pants, mid-drift tantalizingly exposed and upper torso teasingly wrapped in a see-through black blouse that could not hide her semi cup black bra, she does oozes sex appeal. But she did not get under my skin……not yet.

I went there to window shop, not to buy. However, if her already substantial bosom were to be the oversized gargantuan cantaloupes that were my waterloo, I would have gotten her there and then. But as I started to move away, after about five minutes of chitchatting, she put her arms around my waist and began drawing me against her body. She rubbed her enticing boobies ever so fleetingly across my arm, sending blips of electric current all over my network of veins and arteries. My awakening warrior started to rumble and after a few more of her mammary machinations, stiffened sufficiently to dismantle my earlier resolve of abstention. Her fluttering fingers on my chest and soft whispering of promises of carnal bliss into my ears completed the rout. Her relentless assault on my defenses were virtually successful and I was in a stupor as she half dragged me towards the hotel entrance a few short steps away.

At the reception, while I was signing in, she wantonly slithered behind me and pressed her twin globes onto my back. That’s not all. She rubbed her knee against the back of my thigh and breathed heavily upon the nape of my neck, raising my temperature to a perilous zone. By then, I was totally under her vixenish spell. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t have pulled me away from her.
As soon as the lift doors slammed shut, she wrapped her vivacious self all around me and showered my lips and cheeks with wet smooches. I must have looked a sight when we got out of the elevator; with shirt crumpled, hair messed up and lipstick imprints smeared all over my face.

In the room, she made me sit on the bed and performed an impromptu striptease, slowly peeling off her clothes piece by till she was down to her birthday suit. As I had known all this while, her wonderbra encased treasures were not as large as they were made out to be but they still belong in the melons class. And what melons they were. Smooth, rounded and perfectly formed, they were the epitome of a cantaloupe connoisseur’s desires. Except for a slight hint of a tummy, her slim shapely figure could have launched a thousand ships. While not exactly a drop-dead beauty, her delicately carved face nevertheless resembled a classical maiden of an emperor’s imperial harlem. This woman was built to satisfy the sexual cravings of a hot blooded male.

I hurriedly relieved myself of my own clothings and enjoined her in the shower. There she soaped and scrubbed me of the day’s dirt and grime. After toweling ourselves dry, we lied down on the bed and I promptly surrendered to her promised banquet of sensual delights.
Her long silky hair swished across my whole body from head to toe, an appetizer to a ten course royal spread of sensual nirvana. She was of Manchurian stock and she could very well have been an imperial concubine from a bygone era, pleasuring her sire. Next, her dainty mouth did their magic, smothering my torso, thighs and knees with a vacuuming action that brought my tingling nerves almost to a complete breakdown. When she saw that I couldn’t hold out her oral onslaught any longer, she switched to tonguing
mode. From the neck down, the flickering tip snaked all over my chest, lingering for long moments on both my aroused nipples. It then traveled across my stomach, inching maddenly to my patch of black noodles. She did not stop there but continued along my right thigh to my knee lower south, then moved side wards to the other knee and up again along the left thigh to finally nestle on my hairy balls.

Hidden by the veil of her long stresses, I couldn’t witness her hungry mouth envelope my shiny single eyed mushroom head. I could only feel her hot breath and soft lips caressing my phallic column as she devoured the entire six-inch length. The smooth reciprocating movements and raw sucking power almost drew forth the boiling white lava from the subterranean depths in the bowels of my volcano. Summoning every iota of will power, I forcefully lifted her bobbling head.
Surprise! My weapon was already sheathed. She must have put the cap in her mouth and maneuver it into position. What consummate skill! I had always preferred a bbbj over the inhibiting barrier of a plastic film along my sensitive shaft and abhorred the use of the condom in oral sex. But what she had just dished out made me realize that with the right technique and out of sight, the rubber could be made to seem like it doesn’t exist.

After a few minutes to regain my composure, I let her mount me. As she lowered her pearly gates upon my heavenly stem, her flowing juices lubricated the mighty shaft as it sliced deep into her wonderful abyss. My two hands fondling the hanging spheres, she humped up and down for an eternity. Indecipherable mumbling and moans emanated from her tortured throat. I could only faintly make out a few sweet nothings such as darling, laogong, faster,I’m dying and other similar mono-syllabuses.
Beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead and bosom. She was tiring. I let her wind down her thrusts and flipped her over. I speared into her hot wet passage, buried my gilded sword right to the hilt, and cranking my head, began to devour her twin raisin tipped snowy mountains. I suckled the nipples to groans of ooohs and aaahs. Then I zeroed onto her honeyed lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth to explore her cavern. Her own tongue struck back and we parried or a short while.

I was by then almost on the home run and laying my body flat upon hers, my bump finished the job by powering in and out furiously for a hundred or so thunderous strokes. Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! In unison, we cried out and I collapsed, totally spent. Miss Yang Yang smiled coyly, sat up and removed the cum filled rubber. We proceeded to the shower again for a wash up.
What a sex animal, this twenty-four year old probable descendant of the Empress Dowager Cixi.

phenom
22-07-2004, 10:19 PM
Originally posted on 19-06-2003, 02:04 AM
My Lady of the Steppes. ...part one.

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The vast Mongolian steppes of Min Min's ancestors


I first laid my lustful eyes upon her voluptuous form ten full days before I finally subjugated her to the raging fire in my simmering volcano.

That evening I had been prowling GL chinatown - where I had been absent from for a considerable interval - with a couple of overseas visitors. Due to my frequent regional business travels with the attendant inevitable chiong sessions, the GL scene was as far away from my mind as Mars these past months.
Anyway as my companions was availing themselves of the charms of a brace of demure Indo FL, I went forth to the Golden Triangle to while away my time drinking in the congregation of eye candies.
There were quite a few meloned Meimeis around but my attention was drawn to one particular statuesque beauty. Unlike most of the other cantalouped vixens whose wonderful assets were virtually exposed by the inadequate bra cups and plunging necklines, the object of my transfixion’s attire did nothing to enhance her
own bountiful treasures. She was clothed simply in an almost ankle length flowing high necked white dress with an over abundance of big red flowers. Though her attire was a throwback to the seventies and almost countryside-like in design or rather the lack of it, her regal bearing presents a totally different picture altogether.

In another setting, she could very well have been an unattainable urbane career woman but here standing by the railings of the perimeter fence, she can be all mine to ravage, albeit for a fleetingly short period of time. She was having an ice cream; the way her tongue flick out to lick at the tip and her lips “O”-ing to suck in half the four inch length of frozen delight would have caused a dead man’s meat rise again.
It was unintentional on her part, but the sight was so reminiscent of that libido arousing act of fellatio that it had the effect of transfixing the attention of the bunch of nearby oglers.
In a sudden realization that her accidental parody had charged up the atmosphere in more ways than one, she hurried disposed of the partially eaten popsicle. Embarrassed, she hurriedly gaited away to the back of the hotel, head hanging down at a tangent.

As the guffawing and smirking crowd ambled away, I waited for her to recompose herself and resume her station by the fence. At close-up range, I was able to intoxicate myself with her exquisite facial features. Shoulder length wispy strands of browned hair framed her high cheekbones and partially obscured her face. A prominent nose perched solidly above luscious lips which curled sexily at the ends in a barest hint of a smile. Twinkling eyes dreamily peered from under luxuriant ebony lashes as she locked gaze with my unadulterated stare.
She was perceptibly aloof, answering my inane questions with mono syllabuses. However my joking reference to her earlier fortuitous “performance” managed to loosen up her initial reserve considerably and in no time we were conversing animatedly.
Min Min is a thoroughbred Mongolian residing in the Dongbei region. A Khitan descendant of the vast undulating plains of the land of the Great Khans who eons ago were probably on the verge of conquering the European continent. She’s positively now all set to a conquest of a different kind – the seduction of amorous men.

Her worldly sophistication belied her tender age of twenty-two. Her demeanor certainly suggests a mid-twenties corporate high flyer. Enamored as I then was, I lost all sense of the minutes in my verbal engagement with her so much so that when my phone rang, I was jerked back rudely to planet earth. It was my companions who had just finished their monkey business. I moved off a few steps to answer the expected call, telling them that I had my target and that they would have to hang around the area whilst I set forth to a lust-relieving rendezvous with my awesomely stacked enchantress.
But when I turned back to the spot where I had left her, I was staring at empty space. WHAT!!! Where in tarnation had she gone to? Frantically, my eyes swept the environs for evidence of her but to no avail. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Undaunted, I prowled around the vicinity till my overseas guests came along. Together we made a couple more rounds searching unsuccessfully for my love of the minute.

Ah well, so be it. I was not meant to have her, not that night anyway. Ok, I did not give up, not that pair of heavenly cantaloupes. I had her hp number and she’s a new arrival too. I will be back for her………soon.


to be continued..................

phenom
22-07-2004, 10:21 PM
………………………..continuation.

Originally posted on 22-06-2003, 01:57 AM
My Lady of the Steppes....part two


Almost a week had flown by before I was to set foot on GL chinatown again; as was duly recounted in my earlier FR titled “My Manchurian Princess”. I had then diverted there with the prime intention of taking up where I left off the previous week.
She was not at the location where I first spotted her. No problem about that as I wanted to drink in the sights of those fabulous semi-exposed melons of the legion of bewitching sirens as an aperitif before having her as the main course.
An hour later, after completing the whole circuit from L6 to L20, I was back at my starting point. However there was still no sight of my target. As I had her contact no., I can still take my time in further enjoying the wondrous spectacle of the plentiful cantaloupes.
Another hour of eye candies without catching a glimpse of the object of my lust and I was starting to fret. Where was she? Was she booked for the night? Did she take a day off? Was she still in Sg? Was she de-listed? Those were the questions that flitted through my mind as I walked through the Golden Triangle for the umpteenth time that evening.
Then I remembered that I do have her hp no. I made a call to her. It went through but no answer. Minutes later, I tried again; still negative. On the third try some ten minutes later, her voice came on. What a relief! I started to ask her about her location but damned!!! The line went dead. Repeated attempts for the next half hour only brought the message that there was no response from the subscriber’s phone or something to that effect. Her phone battery had probably gone flat. Again, as was the case the week before, I resigned myself to the fact that I would not be able to fulfill my lust for her marvelous cantaloupes. Still, I went back home that night with a thoroughly satiated libido due to my eventually ecstatic sexventure with “My Manchurian Princess”.

My by now raging desire for Min Min was summarily consummated this Monday. Earlier in the evening, I had met up with fellow forumers vinnie, hoodlum and hustler. After some rounds of kopi, we went for our inspection tour which eventually ended up with the two h taking turns with a certain MM superstar whom I had also initially felt more that a tinge of desire for. She had everything I would have wanted in a lady of the night – except one. Pretty, sexy, shapely, poise, bearing and succulent tits that were proportionally ample, she nearly epitomize all that I desired in a broad; save the cantaloupes that had always been my fetish. Still if there were not so many of the melons around I would have taken her too. Hmmmm, maybe another time.
So leaving my preoccupied fellow chiongsters to their devices, I continue forth to my rendezvous point. She was not present again. I took out my phone and called her. To my relief, I got through but the line rang for a long minute without her answering. At least I now know that she’s still in Sg. So, unfazed I went across the road to review the bevy of melons all over again. Less than a minute passed and my phone rang. I recognized the number immediately. It was HER.
I asked her about her present location and she replied that she’s at her usual station. Huh? I looked across and there she was talking into her phone. She spotted me at the same time and I hurried back to where she stood. She told me that she had just arrived.
I was immediately smitten by her again. She’s now in a pair of tight fitting faded blue denims with flayed cutaway horizontal slits along the length. A figure hugging yellow halter-top that did nothing to camouflage her navel completed the vista of a knockout body. I almost stopped breathing at what I had fantasized for the past 10 days. Her deliciously undulating contours are now fully discernible where it was only hinted at when she was clothed in her loose fitting dress when I first spied her what seemed to be ages ago.
Shaking internally like a happily agigated child being presented with his favorite toy, I locked arms with her and hastened towards the nearby hotel. My built up excitement at finally being able to release my accumulated lust for her nearly imploded like a fusion device. I couldn’t wait for the registration formalities to be completed and the elevator to transport us to the landing of the floor of our room. Once we were inside, I hugged her tightly, smashing her heaving superstructure shiokingly against my chest.
I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent which was an intoxicating mixture of her natural glandular secretions and the applied artificial fragrance.
I almost cummed in my pants merely by locking her in my iron embrace. Reluctantly, I let go of her and sat down on the bed to catch my breath and to enjoy the precious sight of her slowly peeling off her clothes and revealing her mesmerizing assets to my depraved eyes. The blood rushing to my brain clouded my vision as her amazing cantaloupes were at long last displayed in front of me in all its naked glory.
Phew! What a pair of godsend treasures! These will surely rank as one of the best brace of mammary delights I have ever laid my hand on. Very close to perfection in size, shape and texture, they were slightly pendulous due to their hefty weight but her firm 22 year old muscles are still doing yeoman’s service in holding out against the effect of gravitational pull. In years to come they would eventually succumb to atrophy but for now her still young body is in full control.
The size of her boobies, very substantial as they are in my melonmetric scale are of course nowhere near my all time prodigiously enormous racks. Those abnormal monstrosities are in reality not a pretty sight. They are only appreciated and worshipped by perverted Freudian freaks such as yours truly. My sick fetish aside, this Mongolian Lady’s near perfect melons are more than I could have wished for in a sex goddess.
After my fibrillating heart had settled to its regular beat, I undressed and we headed to the bathroom to a much needed shower. Under the overhead spray of the warm welcoming water, as she soaped by body, my hands were wandering all over her treasures; fondling, kneading, squeezing them till we were finished with the clean up.
As I lied upon the bed, she positioned her glorious body front to front lengthwise upon mine. We were an exact fit as her height matched by almost 1.7metre frame centimetre for centimetre. Yes, she’s tall but her figure was so proportional (except for her melons) that her height was not obvious at a cursory glance.
She started by favoring me with a passable catbath on my torso and thighs, lingering for a long period over my nipples, suckling them as would a hungry baby. She then capped my stiffened phallus and duly placed her pursed mouth over the angry head. I watched with much anticipation as her luscious lips slid down the veined column to the base. I was lost in sextopia as her mouth slithered up and down my tottering flagpole.
Not wanting to cim, I signaled her to move up so that I can nestle my face between the deep valley of her twin mountains breathing in her sensual pheromone. I slurped and sucked on her pinkish brown nipples turning them to an erect state till they were hard as pebbles. At this stage, all my pent-up lust of the last 10 days for her cried out for immediate release. With a superhuman effort, I controlled the rising torrent, shutting the floodgates before I burst my dam.
For the next couple of minutes, I just held onto her lightly, both of us lying on our sides. With my equilibrium temporarily back on track, I got her to mount me for the initial ride. Then we reversed our position for me to gently pump her. Tried as I did, I was aware that I couldn’t hold out for much longer. For the final touch, I did her doggie styled, with my hand grabbing her hanging globular marvels while I pistoned her pearly love-tunnel all the way to a energy sapping, heart wrenching, soul numbing armageddon.

phenom
24-07-2004, 02:38 AM
23-06-2003, 12:27 AM
My Zhong Yuan Nu Xia
Or Swordswoman of the Central Plains.

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These heroines are skilled with their swords. Well, Min Min's skill is with "my sword".


In the space of ten short days, she’s my third straight cantalouped MM.
First it’s the Manchurian followed by the Mongolian and now this Han ren.

Demographically, the Chinese as a nation comprised the Han, Man, Mon, Hui(Uygur) and Zhang(Tibetan) as the five main races. It’s a coincidence that I had bonked a representative each of the first three tribe in a row.
I had described the Manchurian as a princess as she had accorded me one of the best services I ever received at the hands – and legs and mouth – of a china gal.
Next, my attraction to the Mongolian’s body in general and her superlative melons in particular was such that my climax scaled the almost unprecedented dizzy heights despite her service being a notch below that of the “princess”. That’s why I had titled her as my Lady of the Mongolian heartland.

Now, as for the Han Chinese; my first impression of her when I noticed her gently swaying her bulging melons ten days ago, was that in another time and another place she could very well have been a lady knight errant, a heroine who soar above the rooftops to swoop down on purveyors of injustice.
In those ten days and my four trips to GL chinatown, she was always at her usual location in the Golden Triangle, standing ramrod straight, periodically vacillating her shoulders gently causing her smooth round globes to undulate ever so imperceptibly. Her countenance bespoke of a steely “little dragon lady” casting her chivalrous sights on the “lau pai xin”, ever ready to “ba tau xian zhu”.

Enough of wu xia fantasy and back to the evening of last Thursday. I was cruising along the Golden Triangle looking for a place to park my meimeimobile when I spied Vinnie and Rubber among the plethora of buayas. They got me a lot at Ocean and I disembarked to join them on a inspection tour. We eventually ended up where the Han maiden stationed herself. She was there in her “uniform” of black denims and plunging V white blouse. The many times that I had gone past her previously she had been icy cold, glancing at me nonchalantly as I had stared unabashedly into the awning valley of her virtually half naked cantaloupes. Despite being mesmerized by their full rounded form each of the numerous times I had stared long and deep, I knew by my experienced eyes that they were partially augmented by her wonderbra. That is to say that though huge by any standards her bosom was not as enormous as it had been made out to appear.

I had actually been contemplating between her and another slightly bigger pair of bazookas whose face bordered on the just barely acceptable. Its then a choice between the better looks and the bigger boobs. Ordinarily, the pair of melons that was a tad bigger would have won the day, but edged on by Vinnie, I approached the Nu Xia. To my surprise, she greeted me with a smile and asked me whether I had finally made up my mind to go with her. It turned out that she had noticed and remembered me all these past days that I had been ogling her full moons. The ice maiden had thawed and that warmed my then flaccid stovepipe as my blood coursed into it. She thrust out her superstructure as she spoke of witnessing my previous go at the Manchurian and Mongolian babes who were as fate would have it, not around at that moment.

She said that she would normally not speak unless spoken to first. She did the approach with me as she felt that I would take her that time since her melons were the biggest on parade along that stretch then. Hmmm, she had been observing my fascination with oversized mammaries. Such talk and the very close proximity of those heaving mounds broke down whatever little reservation I still had of her wonderbra.
We adjourned immediately to the hotel and onwards to our room. Boy, was I in for a bout of ecstatic sexcursion. Down below she had promised me exemplary service and now she lost no time in working towards its fulfillment. She flung her arms around my neck and began pecking my checks and lips. Then she stuck out her tongue and bade me to do the same to parry with her. Like a pair of swords, our tongues clashed, thrusting and flicking till finally I sucked it deep into my mouth. Mmmmm, it tastes sweet.

The little game over, we undressed and what I saw pleased me. Her 1.65 metre frame is of exactly the same height of my previously mentioned Manchurian princess. Boobs are also of the same melonic size and almost similar shape except that its slightly rounder. Her body was even more hour glass than the former and with not even the slightest hint of a tummy.

Or Swordswoman of the Central Plains.

In the space of ten short days, she’s my third straight cantalouped MM.
First it’s the Manchurian followed by the Mongolian and now this Han ren.

Demographically, the Chinese as a nation comprised the Han, Man, Mon, Hui(Uygur) and Zhang(Tibetan) as the five main races. It’s a coincidence that I had bonked a representative each of the first three tribe in a row.
I had described the Manchurian as a princess as she had accorded me one of the best services I ever received at the hands – and legs and mouth – of a china gal.
Next, my attraction to the Mongolian’s body in general and her superlative melons in particular was such that my climax scaled the almost unprecedented dizzy heights despite her service being a notch below that of the “princess”. That’s why I had titled her as my Lady of the Mongolian heartland.

Now, as for the Han Chinese; my first impression of her when I noticed her gently swaying her bulging melons ten days ago, was that in another time and another place she could very well have been a lady knight errant, a heroine who soar above the rooftops to swoop down on purveyors of injustice.
In those ten days and my four trips to GL chinatown, she was always at her usual location in the Golden Triangle, standing ramrod straight, periodically vacillating her shoulders gently causing her smooth round globes to undulate ever so imperceptibly. Her countenance bespoke of a steely “little dragon lady” casting her chivalrous sights on the “lau pai xin”, ever ready to “ba tau xian zhu”.

Enough of wu xia fantasy and back to the evening of last Thursday. I was cruising along the Golden Triangle looking for a place to park my meimeimobile when I spied Vinnie and Rubber among the plethora of buayas. They got me a lot at Ocean and I disembarked to join them on a inspection tour. We eventually ended up where the Han maiden stationed herself. She was there in her “uniform” of black denims and plunging V white blouse. The many times that I had gone past her previously she had been icy cold, glancing at me nonchalantly as I had stared unabashedly into the awning valley of her virtually half naked cantaloupes. Despite being mesmerized by their full rounded form each of the numerous times I had stared long and deep, I knew by my experienced eyes that they were partially augmented by her wonderbra. That is to say that though huge by any standards her bosom was not as enormous as it had been made out to appear.

I had actually been contemplating between her and another slightly bigger pair of bazookas whose face bordered on the just barely acceptable. Its then a choice between the better looks and the bigger boobs. Ordinarily, the pair of melons that was a tad bigger would have won the day, but edged on by Vinnie, I approached the Nu Xia. To my surprise, she greeted me with a smile and asked me whether I had finally made up my mind to go with her. It turned out that she had noticed and remembered me all these past days that I had been ogling her full moons. The ice maiden had thawed and that warmed my then flaccid stovepipe as my blood coursed into it. She thrust out her superstructure as she spoke of witnessing my previous go at the Manchurian and Mongolian babes who were as fate would have it, not around at that moment.

She said that she would normally not speak unless spoken to first. She did the approach with me as she felt that I would take her that time since her melons were the biggest on parade along that stretch then. Hmmm, she had been observing my fascination with oversized mammaries. Such talk and the very close proximity of those heaving mounds broke down whatever little reservation I still had of her wonderbra.
We adjourned immediately to the hotel and onwards to our room. Boy, was I in for a bout of ecstatic sexcursion. Down below she had promised me exemplary service and now she lost no time in working towards its fulfillment. She flung her arms around my neck and began pecking my checks and lips. Then she stuck out her tongue and bade me to do the same to parry with her. Like a pair of swords, our tongues clashed, thrusting and flicking till finally I sucked it deep into my mouth. Mmmmm, it tastes saccharin sweet.

The little game over, we undressed and what I saw pleased me. Her 1.65 metre frame is of exactly the same height of my previously mentioned Manchurian princess. Boobs are also of the same melonic size and almost similar shape except that its slightly rounder. Her body was even more hour-glassed than the former and with not even the slightest hint of a tummy. All said, a very good body for a twenty six year old. As it turned out, her name was Hong Xia which sounded very much like Red knight. Very apt indeed.

.....to be continued (the number of characters exceed the limit)

phenom
24-07-2004, 02:42 AM
My Zhong Yuan Nu Xia

............continuation

After a quickie shower, I plonked down onto the bed, lying in the supine position. She knelt at the edge and started to suck, and I mean SUCK at my body; all the way from the shoulders to my knees. Oh heavens, her mouth was like an industrial vacuum cleaner sweeping all over my sensitive skin; especially the nipples, rib cage and knees – more so the KNEES. Damn it, I was numbed. My nerves screamed at the torture. It seemed as if she was hell bent on extracting the blood right through my skin. And my kneecaps, oh my KNEECAPS; she clamped her mouth over them in succession, threatening to rip them right off their foundation.

I was by then thrashing around the bed like a lunatic held captive by her agonizing yet sexciting oral ministrations. She only stopped when she was exhausted and took a breather before embarking on her next phase. She went down onto my groin and worked on my family jewels. Her tongue licked and lapped at the ribbed skin of my scrotum sending delightful tinkles up my spine. Then she gobbled up my testicles one by one, dispatching waves of dizziness into my semi-conscious mind. She flicked her tongue and brushed her lips along my shaft but stopped short of devouring the swollen head till she pulled a cap over me. By then I couldn’t care anymore. I was virtually a spent force. I was over the top. Cumming would be just a formality. Therefore, after a mere minute of cocksucking, I hastened her to climb on top for her to ride me to the conclusion. And needless to say, (still I’m saying it anyway) all this while my hands and sometimes my mouth, were busy with her celestial cantaloupes.

phenom
25-07-2004, 12:24 AM
Originally posted on 24-06-2003, 01:22 AM
The Consummate Professional

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silhoutte of professional; not unlike Xiao Ling


Such had been the disrepute of the meimeis that having a good bonk is great fortune, and if a second consecutive one turned out to be in the same league, the heavens must be smiling. As I had recounted in my recent FRs, I had had THREE stupendous encounters in a row. Now, that was unbelievably satisfying.
This current batch must really be something! There can’t be too much of a good thing. Shall I push my luck for a fourth target? Why not as there are a few more enticing cantaloupes that I had put on my reserve list during my sojourns in GL over the past two weeks.
My mind made up, I rendezvoused with Vinnie, Hoodlum and Rubber in the evening and began our excursion of the GT and its vicinity. An hour of hunting narrowed my preys to the two most well endowed ladies of the evening. They looked appetizing enough, though all appeared less palatable in comparison to my three earlier conquests. My cursory light bantering with them paid credence to my apprehension that I might be in for an anti-climatic conclusion to so far joyous two week MM sexventure.
This will be my fourth and final MM in this current batch whose tour of duty will come to an end in a couple of days’ time. The service had better be good. To be totally sure, I decided to consider a surefire option: the by now almost legendary Xiao Ling or Ling Long Belle.
After a hurried powwow with my “been there done her” kakis, and with their assurance that her boobs though not in my melon class are still of considerable size and shape, I finally ruled in favor of service over fetish. I had seen LLB numerous times and had greatly admired her lithe shapely figure. Her bosom had appeared relatively plentiful if a notch or two below my melonic standard. Still to a normal man, (that means I’m abnormal, kekeke) she could be considered to be well endowed.
So with the nudging of Vinnie and company, I headed for the hotel room to await the arrival of the “Singtel of MMs” whom the good Vinnie had summarily activated.
She hugged me immediately upon entering. Wasting no time, she peeled off all her clothes and bade me to do the same. A quickie shower and we were down on the bed in a flash. She started off with a very wet cat bath, slurping my body noisily. Her tongue lingered over my nipples for a minute before her mouth journeyed southwards to my upright column. Without using her hands, she zoomed in her mouth and fully engulfed my bare rocket right down to its base.
Slowly, eyes locking onto mine piercingly, she deep throated my dick for a dozen or so strokes and then withdrew her lips upwards till they encircled only the doomed head. The tip of her tongue danced maddeningly around the smooth surface as her lips held my warhead in a vice-like grip. Next, her lips moved along the length and circumference of my totem pole, tongue flicking out like a snake every now and then to teasingly lick the engorged veins.
She had one final oral position. With her mouth still enveloping my phallus, she swung around till her pussy hung above my face. Hmmmm, sweet smelling and dripping wet with her love juices. I brushed my lips along the slit a few times and ended up with my tongue rimming the egress of her alimentary canal.
As she sucked my cock, I thrust the stiffened tip of my tongue into the puckered hole of her rear. It was tight but I eventually managed to force almost an inch into her asshole. And so it was that I tonguefucked her anus as her head bobbed incessantly on my stalk.
Then came the much anticipated assault into the depths of her vagina. She lowered herself into my capped warrior and adopted a froggie stance. Hands holding onto her hanging grapefruits, I powered upwards to meet her thrusts. We parried in this position till she began to tire out. Flipping her over, I lied flat upon her sweaty body and thumped heavily into her for an indeterminable eternity.
All this while, her wondrous sound effects worked its aural magic, crescending at the appropriate moments. My libido was heightened beyond the normal bounds of ecstasy. I was crazed by this sex android. I was frenzied by her reciprocity of my every stroke and thrust. I was made to push myself over the limits of my physical endurance. I need to subjugate her to my final onslaught. The master shall prevail.
I made her go on all fours like a dog. Holding my tongkat to the folds of her labia, I stabbed into her sex tunnel in one fluid thrust. Ignoring her cries of agony, I grabbed and squeezed her wholesome tits tightly as my tool rammed and pounded systematically into her upturned cunt. My tortured lungs labored heavily as I poured every single once of my waning energy into bringing about the culmination of the past ten minutes of intensive hammerjacking lovemaking.

phenom
25-07-2004, 01:11 AM
Originally posted on 24-06-2003, 03:00 PM
Of Roaches and Fairies

http://www.planetdreamcast.com/residentevil/images/pages/sketchbooks/re2/final/roaches.jpghttp://www3.baylor.edu/~Tracy_Nguyen/cg/oekaki31.png
varmints and angels: may the twain never shall mix


I have received numerous PMs from Toms, Dicks and Harrys asking for the contact numbers of the MMs whose FRs I had posted recently.
What I want to say here is (i) I do not have the hp of every of the gals and (2) I wouldn't pass around personal numbers given to me in good faith. So please do not flood my PM box. I am tired of clearing those unwanted msgs every so often.
My FRs were written primarily because I felt like it at the time of doing so, reliving those torrid moments, experiencing the delectable sexventures all over again. They are also written to share with friends past, present and future the wonderful (and sometimes not so) services as dished out by our unsung heroines who for a pittance (all right, a little more than that) subjected themselves to sufferings that the populace at large can't even begin to imagine.
In the case of the MMs, they had to leave for some far away unfamiliar land under the ruthless (though there are exceptions) control of the OKTs to a squalid life of hide and seek with the powers that be. They had to stand for an eternity in the streets till the wee hours of the morning tolerating the leering eyes of all and sundry. For the sake of a fistful of miserable dollars, they had to subject their young and delicate bodies to wizened perverts old enough to be their grandfathers. They had to endure doing what would be debasing and disgusting to our spoilt brats of a nothing-to worry-about-all-provided-for generation of frog-in-a-well frillies.
Yeah, they chose to be in it, we might say. But who would willingly want to walk the path of the soiled dove if they REALLY had a choice? But lets not debate on the ethos or whatnots. Suffice to say that without these ladies of pleasure, life would indeed be very much duller for us chiongsters.
Back to the message I’m putting across to those who had and who might want to PM me about the MMs who were the subjects of my FRs, if you sincerely want to have them, there are many clues I left behind as to how to locate and identify them. I had mentioned the location and had described the gals in some details even to their dress which are what they wore almost every day as I had observed. Their names were even given. All you guys had to do is go down there, spend some time to do the legwork, talk to the ones you narrow down and ask their names. Of course this is not going to be a piece of cake but it ain’t that difficult either.
I and other like-minded forumers are here to help, not to spoonfeed. We are in it for the fun, not to provide an OKT service. We don’t mind sharing but not to the extend of answering to the whims and fancies of lazy roaches who wouldn’t even make the singular effort for seeking out their own targeted pleasure.
The Manchurians, the Mongolians, the Hans and the “professionals”; they are all still out there – but only up to tonite and Thursday nite. After this, the current batch will leave our shores for good, with most of them never to again set foot on Sillypore. But as the saying goes: if the old do not go away then the new would never come. For us, the game would have to be replayed. We will continue to spend countless nites at GL wonderland; observing, evaluating deciding and finally taking the plunge into the unknown; seeking out the next angels of our erotic dreams, to our sexual nirvanas.
We had and will continue to pick up some duds along the way but in our neverending search for our “Golden Lotuses”, our “Singtels" and our "Lolitas", we will perserve.

phenom
25-07-2004, 01:56 AM
Originally posted on 27-06-2003, 10:30 PM
My Pearl of the Orient

http://www.pearlcollection.com.au/oyster.jpg
an oriental pearl


She is not as exquisite as the title I bestowed on her would suggest; far from it. A pearl is an organic precious stone that is formed around.a foreign object within the shell of certain mollusks. She is a flawed pearl in a sea of sand as she is the only meimei among the horde of Indo ceweks in L12.
Her name is Dou Dou (bean) and she hails from the Pearl Delta or Zhuhai, near Macau.
Aha! A bean from a sea of pearl, how apt a description.

I got her last evening when I was too early for a meeting not far away. To kill the hour I had on hand, I decided to make a quickie reconnoiter of GL wonderland. Dusk had only just started to creep in but the ensemble of eye candies in the Golden Triangle was already in full swing, enticing the browsers and window shoppers. Hmmm, I was tempted yet again. I looked at the time display on my hp screen and noticed that I had only enough time to either have a shot or have my dinner, not both. My meeting should be over by 10pm while I need to fill my stomach as I had skipped lunch earlier.

I then headed east along Talma Rd towards my car which was parked a short distance away. At “Cewek Street”, I noticed a few melons milling around under the trees. Like a magnet, my transfixed eyes pulled me off course to their direction. As I got closer, one particular pair of perky bulbous boobs on a slender shapely body caught and ignited my full attention. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a spaghetti strap white tube top that barely covered the bottom of those mounds. I can clearly discern her fair flat stomach and exposed navel.
“Ni hou, yau chi ma?” I was momentarily taken aback by the Cantonese accented Mandarin that spouted from her mouth, with a tinge of coarseness. I tore my bewitched gaze from her stacked figure and looked into her face. She’s Chinese! What a surprise! This stretch of road is where the Indo chix gathered. There were the occasional Indian and even Thai but I have yet to come across a meimei hanging around the pavement here.

A smooth slightly ellipsoid face framed by tapering cropped tinted hair that reached almost to the nape of her neck smiled cheekily. Her set of teeth could do with a visit to the dentist. She has a bubbly sort of personality and a chatty trait that betrayed a touch of harebrained mentality. Her youthful exuberance knows no bounds. As we talked, her enthusiastic demeanor and her animated responses made me gradually do an about turn on my earlier resolve to leave the matter of a fling to later on in the evening. She’s no beauty, not by any stretch of imagination, but she’s not ugly either. For sixty quids her unremarkable looks could pass muster. But her body is another affair altogether. Though not huge by absolute standards, her solid globes are nevertheless proportionally large on her taut lithe shapely form. Best of all, they are naturally firm, rounded and fleshed out. By Jove, it is a body to die for….or at least to forgo my dinner for.

We crossed the road to one of the “boarding houses” opposite. These places are usually used by the ceweks for turning their tricks and the ambiance, or rather the lack of it, are a far cry from the hotel 81s and the like which are favoured by the other meimeis. But that’s the arrangement made by her okt and I was then so much into in a state of heightened anticipation for her promised goodies that I decided to bear with the rundown place.

After stripping me bare of my threads, she moved back and did the same to her voluptuous self.
Whoa whee whee!!!…..as her bra came off and her devilish orbs came into my full view I virtually freaked out. I fondled the creamy silky full moons and twiddled the raisin tips. I rubbed my face into the valley of the opulent growths, luxuriating in their aroma and texture. The medallion-sized rose tattooed on the lower inside half of her right breast enhanced the sensuality her body exudes.
Punch drunk with my groping of her wonderful treasures, I was led to the rudimentary shower where she gave me a refreshing wash down and where I continued caressing her magnificent duo.

Once finished, she bade me to lie prone on the bed while she administered a relaxing massage on my tired back muscles. Then comes the action proper. Her tongue roamed all over my torso, licking my nipples and trailing down to the insides of my thighs. It traveled to the base of my bare column, slurping up and down its length before twirling round the smooth mushroom head. Her mouth then clamped squarely onto it as her finger nails tickled my balls. She did not deep throat but performed a fairly good job in vigorously sucking about three quarters of my by now fully extended phallic monolith. This goes on for quite a few minutes and eventually her mouth tired out.
Putting the cap on, she impaled herself onto my stake as it inched steadily upward into her tight pussy. Accompanied by moans and the occasional groan, she pumped up and down furiously, stopping now and then to wipe off her perspiration. Soon, we changed position for me to do the missionary. When I felt the rumblings of the impending tremor, I withdrew and turned her over for the doggie. Hands grabbing onto her pearly spheres, I powered mightily and deeply into her depths, forcing an agonized scream from her throat as I emptied my full load into her inflamed vagina.

phenom
25-07-2004, 10:55 PM
Originally posted on 29-07-2003, 03:50 AM
The noisy Silence!

http://esp.sr.unh.edu/lynette/sal_data/noise.gif
noise; as "seen" through an oscilloscope. Xiao Jing brought this aural cacophony to a stratopheric level


Noisy silence? Isn’t that oxymoronic? A contradiction of terms? Well, not actually. Her name in Mandarin means silence and as for the adjective?….well, read on.

She together with the prematurely departed BB are the two melons I had line up in my to-be-bonked list last Thursday when I was indisposed. Expecting to recover fully over the weekend, I had then made up my mind to do BB who, as was noted in a recent post, had to leave our shores very much earlier than expected.
Silence aka XJ was still available and though I was distracted by other melons, I eventually made out with her.
When we entered the room, we chatted for a short while after which she methodically removed my clothing piece by deliberate piece. I then sat back on the edge of the bed to relish the spectacle of her busty body emerging from first, her revealing blouse & hotpants and subsequently her inadequate bra & panties. In all her naked glory, she sashayed the few steps to the bedside for me to fondle her pink tipped snowy white globes. I buried my face in the musky valley, drinking in the ecstatic sensation of the firm celestial spheroids between my cheeks…..heavenly.
Drunkenly, I allowed myself to be led to the shower where she painstakingly soaped my sweat embedded body. Finished, we toweled ourselves dry and adjourned to the bed. She started with a meltingly arousing catbath, softly licking and laving my body from my chest to my knees. Her tongue and lips lingered on my nipples and kneecaps for a relatively inordinate length of time, raising the fibrillation of my heart to a near critical level.
Her hot tongue continued its odyssey, pleasuring the insides of my thighs with extended swipes and jabs till it rendezvoused with my inflamed scrotum. She left a wet trail of saliva on its perimeter, leaving the entire surface of the ribbed skin untouched. She gulped a mouthful of warm water and plunged her clenched lips over three quarters of my hardened phallus, tongue twirling around its circumference till the water cooled to body temperature. She then spilled out the liquid and repeated the process twice more before popping in a mint sweet. Her head bobbed up and down on my engorged stem till the mint melted completely. This hot and cold treatment compounded my excitement of viewing her luscious mouth suckle my deadly weapon of singular destruction.
By then I was all primed and ready to implode. I interrupted her and moved her up towards me so that I could again manhandle her delicious boobies. She capped me, positioned her hairy pussy over my column and smoothly glided it into her warm passage. As she rode me, I fingered her rosy nipples and kneaded her creamy breasts, eliciting loud moans from her throat. She hastened the pace, groaning louder and louder, bringing me nearing to an impending supernova.
But I was not done yet. I changed our position to doggie, grabbing her two hanging delights while I pumped her from behind leisurely. Unable to speed up the pace, she grew impatient and made me withdraw her to lay supine. I then did her missionary, gradually increasing the tempo as her cries grew noisier till it became a crescendo of moans, groans, growls and grumbles………..
Our rambunctious coition thus concluded, we fell back for a short rest before cleaning up for a parting of ways.

SgtPepper
26-07-2004, 10:35 PM
YO bro . It is true that some things that money can't buy ..
SHasha is best .

40 mins on the Fcup breast -$100
Sight of yr cock inbetween the melons- Priceless

phenom
29-07-2004, 06:51 PM
Originally posted on 05-08-2003, 04:01 PM
A Yearning for the Fragrant Bean

http://dontatro.bryce-alive.net/other/yearning.jpg


http://www.orcity.com/museum/gfx/fragrance.jpgHer full name is Xiang (fragrance) Doudou (bean) and she also calls herself Xiangxi (yearning) Dou (bean). She’s another jewel in the cap of the MM aficionados ‘gang’.


http://webremake.hp.infoseek.co.jp/rq-sonota/fragrance-r.gifOur Bandit was the first to ravage this baby voiced willowy but meloned northwestern belle and he was all praise for her stratospheric level of service. Though she was also on my list of targets for the past 2 weeks, I had yet to waylay her till last nite. After some further deliberation and additional prodding by he-who-had-walked-that-path, I finally approached her at her favourite haunt. She was momentarily taken aback when her perfunctory “qi bu qi?” was instantly affirmed. She had seen me and had also had some small conversations with me the past fortnight but had never popped that question. It really surprised her when her off-the-cuff proposition brought forth an immediate affirmation from a person whom she thought had no interest in bonking her. Hahaha, I must be very successful in cloaking my lust for her melons from her eyes all this while.
When I finally convinced her that I was not pulling her legs, she locked her arms in mine and we ambled forth to the hotel. Her chirpy personality must have endeared her to many of her customers. Her smile never left her cheery face. In the room, I studied her streamlined form as she peeled off her figure hugging white blouse and blue jeans. Her tiny tongs were wholly inadequate, exposing half the round moons of her buttocks and some strands of her pussy hairs peeked out from the top.
In contrast her big bra cups hid the twin mounds almost completely. I unclasped it, letting her bountiful treasures flowed onto my open palms. Not as creamy & rounded, and a tad smaller than Xiao Jings’, but still delightful nevertheless. Not too hard or too soft, they’re perfect for kneading and burying my face in…which I did till I almost suffocated.
I slurped the raisin sized nipples into my mouth, suckling them alternately till they hardened. My hands surfed down from the sides of her melons, along her ribcage and hooked over the waistband of her panties,.
sending them southwards to her feet. I sat back on the edge of the bed and surveyed the lush undergrowth. Hmmm, a neat triangle with just the right amount of hair. Her stick-on tattoo to the upper right corner has a cosmetic function to mask her appendicitis scar. She is slim, almost on the thin side but her racks stood out prominently. Not a lot of curves but athletic looking and nice ass too.
She pulled me up and proceeded to unbutton my shirt. My pants were the next to go. By then my truncheon had bulged out almost perpendicularly, straining, threatening to burst through the soft fabrics of my silky underwear. She removed that as well and led me to the bathroom, right hand clasping my pulsating column, pulling me along.
She soaped me thoroughly, paying special attention to my crotch, tickling my balls, and rubbing & hand-polishing the shiny smooth dickhead. I held my heavenly stem and stirred it around her bush, teasing the watery wet slit. I then went behind her and slipped my hard weapon into the crack between her firm asscheeks, gyrating hard whilst my hands enveloped her delicious boobs…fondling…rubbing…squeezing…kneading……
After drying ourselves, I plonked down flat on my back as she positioned herself over me. Her hot flicking tongue snaked all over my body, leaving a trail of cold saliva from my chest to my knees. She slipped my prick into the deep valley of her breasts and I began to titfuck her, at times rubbing the sensitive head around her aureoles and nipples.
She started to work on my family jewels, riming the base of my scrotum and sucking in my testicles one by one into her hungry mouth. Her hand held up my flagpole, pointing it upwards as she painted the underside of the stiffened rod with her hardworking tongue.
The warm water treatment came next. From the glass she had filled earlier from the shower, she gulped a mouthful and popped a testicle into the water-logged mouth, swishing the marble about inside whilst her tongue did further magic over the surface. When the water cooled to body temperature, she spit it out into the trash can beside the bed, refilled her mouth and zeroed onto the other testicle. On the fifth mouthful, her mouth moved to my prick and favoured the head with the same warm water treatment. One more round and she’s done.
The blowjob proper then begins. Her lips clamped onto the circumference of the head and slid downwards till her nose lightly brushed my bristling pubic hair. She couldn’t go further than that, therefore no full deepthroat. She bobbed her head on my stalk for quite a while before disengaging to lick and nibble along the length of my veined phallus. She then swallowed back my meat and sucked hard for another few minutes till I find it hard to control the rising tide from the insides of my spunk reservoir.
Capping me, she then impaled her tight slimy tunnel onto my overheated hotrod. As she pumped, I held onto her overhanging jiggling melons, occasionally raising my head to bury it between the two bouncing blobs.
Soon, she began to tire and asked to turn over. I did her missionary for the next five minutes, pumping ever so slowly at first but increasing the speed of the thrusts till her groans were in danger of turning into full throttled screams. I was also almost on the brink by then. With a superhuman effort, I got her into the final approach. This is one of my favourite positions when bonking a pair of soft bouncy melons. Riding her doggie, I reached my hands under her upper torso, grabbed hard onto her twin overhanging cantaloupes and pumped away for dear life.
The beans fragranced and my yearning was satiated.
Meanwhile ,the Bandit down below could also no longer contain himself, clouded probably by wild visions of his precious beans engaged in carnal pleasures and his vivid recollections of his own previous erotic sexventures with her. He had to satisfy his yearning. I had hardly settled into the crash railings beside him when off he went to another coitus rendezvous with Xiangxi Dou.
http://www.beautyblossominternational.com/fragrance/images/fragrance-footer.gif
http://www.ohiohistorycentral.org/ohc/nature/geograph/using/images/beans.jpg

GiftonJS
30-07-2004, 09:29 AM
Originally posted on 29-07-2003, 03:50 AM
The noisy Silence!

http://esp.sr.unh.edu/lynette/sal_data/noise.gif
noise; as "seen" through an oscilloscope. Xiao Jing brought this aural cacophony to a stratopheric level


Noisy silence? Isn?t that oxymoronic? A contradiction of terms? Well, not actually. Her name in Mandarin means silence and as for the adjective??.well, read on.

She together with the prematurely departed BB are the two melons I had line up in my to-be-bonked list last Thursday when I was indisposed. Expecting to recover fully over the weekend, I had then made up my mind to do BB who, as was noted in a recent post, had to leave our shores very much earlier than expected.
Silence aka XJ was still available and though I was distracted by other melons, I eventually made out with her.
When we entered the room, we chatted for a short while after which she methodically removed my clothing piece by deliberate piece. I then sat back on the edge of the bed to relish the spectacle of her busty body emerging from first, her revealing blouse & hotpants and subsequently her inadequate bra & panties. In all her naked glory, she sashayed the few steps to the bedside for me to fondle her pink tipped snowy white globes. I buried my face in the musky valley, drinking in the ecstatic sensation of the firm celestial spheroids between my cheeks?..heavenly.
Drunkenly, I allowed myself to be led to the shower where she painstakingly soaped my sweat embedded body. Finished, we toweled ourselves dry and adjourned to the bed. She started with a meltingly arousing catbath, softly licking and laving my body from my chest to my knees. Her tongue and lips lingered on my nipples and kneecaps for a relatively inordinate length of time, raising the fibrillation of my heart to a near critical level.
Her hot tongue continued its odyssey, pleasuring the insides of my thighs with extended swipes and jabs till it rendezvoused with my inflamed scrotum. She left a wet trail of saliva on its perimeter, leaving the entire surface of the ribbed skin untouched. She gulped a mouthful of warm water and plunged her clenched lips over three quarters of my hardened phallus, tongue twirling around its circumference till the water cooled to body temperature. She then spilled out the liquid and repeated the process twice more before popping in a mint sweet. Her head bobbed up and down on my engorged stem till the mint melted completely. This hot and cold treatment compounded my excitement of viewing her luscious mouth suckle my deadly weapon of singular destruction.
By then I was all primed and ready to implode. I interrupted her and moved her up towards me so that I could again manhandle her delicious boobies. She capped me, positioned her hairy pussy over my column and smoothly glided it into her warm passage. As she rode me, I fingered her rosy nipples and kneaded her creamy breasts, eliciting loud moans from her throat. She hastened the pace, groaning louder and louder, bringing me nearing to an impending supernova.
But I was not done yet. I changed our position to doggie, grabbing her two hanging delights while I pumped her from behind leisurely. Unable to speed up the pace, she grew impatient and made me withdraw her to lay supine. I then did her missionary, gradually increasing the tempo as her cries grew noisier till it became a crescendo of moans, groans, growls and grumbles???..
Our rambunctious coition thus concluded, we fell back for a short rest before cleaning up for a parting of ways.

Great recap of your FRs, Bro!!! You are the best!!!. Of the numerous big boobs MMs written here, I only tried Xiao Jing. I must say her white breasts with pink nipples are 1 of the best pair I have ever seen. Not the biggest I have tried but in terms of the colour, size, shape and firmness, they are one of the best pairs around.

Have a good trip to Balibago!

Regards

Giftonjs

phenom
30-07-2004, 10:33 AM
Best? No lah. I absolutely abhor that appellative. It makes me cringe in repulsion.
I much prefer the declaration of an ancient swordsman whose favourite line goes something like this: "I am only the no.3; the 'top-gun' is dead and the second best is yet to be born".....just tokking cok only huh. :D
There are many other writers out there who are way better. I had my fair share of fans and detractors; with some of the latter threatening to throw their dictionaries at me....kekeke.
I type out my recollections as and when I am inclined to - time permitting of course - and mainly to relive the sextifaction of yet another carnal encounter. The sensual gratification of the moment is but a fleeting physical experience, the delectable mark it left in our memory should be preserved for as long as we wish to be reminded of the event.
But our atrophying grey cells tend to blur our recall capcity through the sands of time. Therefore recording the treasured encounter in black & white or bits and bytes will ensure that the savoured details will endure for me to retrieve whenever I so desire.

phenom
12-08-2004, 12:33 AM
Originally posted on 3/9/03, 0236hrs
Dragon Pearl

http://www.needlegraphics-downunder.com/ezimerchant/images/37_g.jpg

Pleasured beyond my wildest nightmares:

Just got back from GL and STILL REELING FROM PLEASURE OVERLOAD!!!
Not much time to type out the full experience but couldn’t hold back the report; so here’s a preliminary FR.

These days I usually title every MM fr I posted but for this stupendous experience, I had too many in mind and haven’t decided on the most appropriate yet.
Boob-dacious Butterfly? Heroines of Heroines? Beijing Blowout? Chu Ying Tai? Dragon Pearl? As do all my previous ones, each and every one of the titles carried a meaning to it and all would describe her nicely but never have I came out with so many for a single chix. I think in the end I might choose the heavenly Dragon Pearl as she is more than any ordinary gem. She’s a precious stone forged in the CELESTIAL REALM. She’s one of my best all-time bonks and definitely the very best of all my MMs bar none. And of course she’s a MELONS….with measurement by jugs (.) (.)

Ok, her boobs are nowhere near my all-time mountains but they are certainly much more than a handful and they are firm. Her skin is not creamy but smooth enough. She’s not tall but she’s ain’t a dwarf either.
Not a beauty but pleasing looking. She’s friendliness personified. Service is out of this world – no horse run (but with the standard disclaimer of ‘to each his own’ as my friend who took her just before me rate her as only a tad above average.
She provided me the full works; shower, body massage, traditional massage, deep frenching, bbbj, hj, fj, ddt, ar, you name it, I got it…and we even ‘fought’ a brief waR
Damage is 80 quids. And the timing? My friend got 45 minutes and me 70 minutes. YES, seventy full minutes!!!
RTF? – die die must return
And now for some pointers to her. Name’s Ying Ying. Stationed at L12. She has a pair of one of the biggest if not the biggest melons among the current crop of MMs. And finally the clearest clue of all: light brown hair with streaks of blonde. That should be more than enough for anyone interested to locate her, and DON’T PM ME FOR HER CONTACT COS I WILL NOT RESPOND.
She will be here till the 18th.

overhelmed
phenom

phenom
12-08-2004, 12:37 AM
Originally posted on 9/9/03, 0232hrs
Dragon Pearl

http://0-0-0checkmate.com/Hot/iHot/Chinese_Dragon_Poster.jpg

Finally, my die die must RTF of Ying Ying:

Ok, just a quicky quicky FR.
The first bonk last week was stupendous.
This time its earthshaking.
The complete course that was dished 6 days ago was even more intense.
The waR that was just a brief skirmish had escalated to an all-out conflagration and only my fear of probable unwanted consequences resolved me to avoid armageddon.
After a mindboggling total of 115 minutes, did I eventually limped home.
And she even refused my money this time!
My oh my, how I look forward to our appointment to paktor in about twelve hour's time.

ai siao liao
phenom


p.s. My long delayed full FR of that earlier first encounter is still being kept on hold. So will be this latest episode. I'll try to make time in the next few days to put them up.

phenom
12-08-2004, 12:41 AM
Originally posted on 13/9/03, 1225hrs
Dragon Pearl

http://www.tamzin.eurobell.co.uk/chindragsuncatcher2.jpg

I couldn't find my short quicky FR of my second RTF of Ying Ying on the evening of 9/9. I remembered distinctly that I had described that event as a Supernova.....after the Stupendous and Earthshaking first and second bonks respectively.
Must have mis-clicked or completely missed the 'submit' button when I tried to post. Being too tired in the wee hours of the morning then, I did not check as I customarily did before logging off.
To briefly recount, we had a romantic "Lovers' Set Meal" (damn expensive but worth every cent to see the delight of my dragon pearl) at a secluded seaside restaurant.....after an outing to the Haw Par Villa and our subsquent rapturous coition in the hotel room.

phenom
12-08-2004, 12:46 AM
Originally posted on 13/9/03, 1225hrs
Dragon Pearl

http://www.glasscaketops.com/dragons/p/dragon6.jpg

Episode four was wrapped up late this afternoon:

We went out again for dinner, this time at Suntec City last evening, dressed to the nines, and co-incidentally both completely in black.
My....how she made heads turn and necks stiffen with that deep plunging neckline which virtually exposed the awning chasm of the enticing valley between her soaring twin peaks. And her mini skirt (so short that her panty was almost visible) did nothing to slow down the palpitating hearts either.
Also, the young waiter who served us kept coming back on the skimpiest of pretexts....I spied his furtive darting eyes. If he had been an old man, he would have died of a heart attack when she later surreptitiously hiked her skirt even higher and I covertly tugged down her neckline further south. Hahaha, we were going ballistic over the fuelling of that poor boy's budding voyuerism.

After dinner, I dropped her off at her usual station to strut her stuff.
As this is yet another preliminary FR, I shan't go into any details from then till about 4.30 am when I picked her up.
We checked into a hotel away from her working one on her vehement insistence that unlike our previous romps, the coming rendezvous shall be like that of a lovers' conjugal union, not as a commercial transaction.
And my-oh-my........what an astounding 'sex-tion' that turned out to be. We crossed the Event Horizon into the Black Hole; not of calcutta but of that hypothetical spatial body where even light could not escape.
That ten hours might possibly have taken away ten months of my remaining years.

comprehensively atrophied
phenom

phenom
12-08-2004, 12:50 AM
Originally posted on 17/9/03, 2237hrs
Dragon Pearl

http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/4075/art/chinesedraco.jpg

Just got back after my last dinner with my Dragon Pearl.
But before that meal, she requested me to accompany her on a shopping spree.
My oh my, how the woman can shop. Branded underwear, cosmetics, watches and souvenirs - she blew a wad of fiftys just like that. Sheer Calvin Klein bra at $80 and a matching see-through panties for $45, she didn't even bat an eyelid.
And in case anyone's wondering, no she did not 'knock my carrot'. She paid for every single item herself. (Dinner was on me - as usual).
Leaving all her bags of purchases in the boot of my car, she went forth to her last night of 'business' at her customary spot where I dropped her off.
As she wants her last bonk here to be non-commercial, we arranged to meet before 6 am when she knock off from 'work'.
Looks like I will have a long before-breakfast romp with her before I'm due at my office at 9 am. (I've left word that I might be late. kekeke)
And of course, I'll be sending her off to the airport in the afternoon.

auld lang syne
phenom

phenom
12-08-2004, 01:13 AM
Originally posted on 09-05-2004, 03:40 AM
Reminiscences of my
Dragon Pearl

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My two top WLs of last year who also rank among my all-time top commercial sex experiences were Starr; a mixed blood Thai-Filipina and Ying Ying; a GL MM. For the former I had written a what is possibly the longest FR (almost ten thousand words) ever posted on SB in my Balibago thread at the International FR section.
Combing this MMCI thread for my FRs on my various MMs, I realised that apart from brief snippets on some of our trysts, I had not posted a single real FR on Ying Ying though I had intended to do so from the start. I can only surmise in reflection that I was too overwhelmed by the stupendous experiences during our two and a half weeks to word them down. Also, soon after she left, when my muse should have been at it, I was again overloaded by my other fantastical sexual odyssey with the aforementioned Starr in the Philippines.
Now that I am enjoying an unusually long respite (3 weeks) from my regional travels, let me reminisce on those days, evenings, nights and dawns with that truly rare MM jewel. I shall start with our very last sexual encounter.

Its been almost eight months since my last boudoir romp with my precious Dragon Pearl aka Ying Ying, a MM from Beijing but most of the events are still very clear in my mind.
In the wee hours of the morning of her final day here we had a funtastical 2-hour sexventure after she turned her last trick. I had then presumed it to be our swansong coition and had given it my all before limping off to my office. We then arranged to rendezvous again 4 hours before her evening flight; to settle her fiscal remittance and other last minute shopping matters. When all had been taken care of, she glanced at her watch and looked me wickedly in the eye, saying “Hai you yi dian shi jian, wo men zai lai zhui hou yi chi ba” – we still have a little time left, lets have one more for the road.
We were in my car, heading east from town and before I can reply, her right hand which was on my thigh crept to the root of men’s evil. With her other hand, she took my left counterpart from the steering wheel and placed it on her semi unbuttoned tight shirt that barely concealed her creamy melons. The double whammy of sexual enticement had their desired effect as my over-stressed manhood which surprisingly rose to the occasion and I was hard put to keep my mind on the road.
Minutes later we checked into a L6 hotel. There’s still 2 hour plus before her plane’s take-off, more than enough time for a leisurely hour of farewell lovemaking.

For the umpteenth time, we caressingly removed each other’s outer clothings. Her melonic body was awesome in her newly purchased (the day before at Seiyu) black Calvin Klein bra and panties. So sexily splendid she looked that I was reluctant to remove them. We sank together onto the bed in our similar all black undies, appendages interlocked, to savour our last intimate moments. Our hands and mouths got busy exploring familiar terrain all over again.
We spent about ten minutes of rubba-ing in that semi-nude state before deciding to finally have our shower. Slowly, almost agonisingly so, I peeled off her sheer lacy bra to tantalisingly reveal her chesty treasures. I was never tired of admiring and fondling them even though I had them so many times in the last 17 days. I then pulled her off the bed and slipped off her panties, planting a quick smooch on her lush triangle in the process. She did the same to my briefs and also favour the length of my shaft with light loving brushes from her luscious lips.

A quick shower and drying up, and we adjourned back to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Earlier, after our morning bonk, I had told her that I was totally spent and though I was aroused, there’s still some way to go before I was to be up to the task of drilling her again. She knew that and told me to just lie down and relax which we did. But not for long.
Soon, her hands were busy, one fondling my hairy balls whilst the other began its task of bringing more life to my embattled truncheon. Her finger tips and nails fleeted and fluttered along the hardening shaft cajoling blood to flow steadily into the sacs. Her ministrations slowly bore fruit and centimetre by centimetre, my battle-weary warrior rejuvenates. She shifted her head to lay one cheek on my chest. Her tongue flick out to lick a nipple. Her lips then enveloped the tiny bud, suckling noisily. She moved along to the other nipple, all this while hands still on my family jewels. My weapon had almost primed. She laid down face to face on my supine body, planting a long breath-drawing kiss on my mouth before slithering south to catbath my torso.
Her flicking tongue and fluttering lips worked their magic, turning my nerves into a tangled mass of crisscrossed electrical conduits. She was generous with her oral fluid, leaving watery trails which turned icy cold under the blast of artic air from the purring air conditioner. I shivered involuntarily.
“Ni kan chue de ren re shi ma?” - Are you feeling cold now? Her matter-of-fact tone turned that question into a statement.

She maneuvered her hot body on top of mine…into the 69 position. Initially we just lied still, waiting for my body to warm up against hers. But she was not idle for long; her finger began to dither all over my balls and shaft, pinching the sensitive skins occasionally. Drawing back my foreskin, her nails scratched lightly on the bulbous head. I felt the hardened tip of her tongue forcing it’s way into the slit of the tiny pee hole. The supersensitive inner skin sent a tingling tide of electrical pulses into my nervous system; turning my insides topsy-turvy.
I convulsed in spasms, eliciting a girlish giggle from my torturer. She ringed her lips over my cockhead, sucking forcefully. Her tongue laboured in concentric circles over the smooth bald sphere, all the while pumping my hardening rod gently with a free hand. The other had cupped my balls, massaging the sagging testicles and rubbing the ribbed skin of my scrotum.
I put my hands over her ass cheeks and peeled them ajar. Her puckered anus looks neat and inviting enough. I flicked out my tongue to rim the rough edges. She moaned softly in response. I twirled around the asshole, stabbing at the closed aperture but not penetrating. I licked her backdoor in ever increasing circles, eventually moving downwards to her labia. The neat folds were invitingly pinkish and they down smell fresh. I started painting along the edges, occasionally venturing beyond the inner lips.

More muffled groans emanated from her fully stuffed throat as her busy mouth continued with the pumping action on my thoroughly engorged phallic column. Mmmm…this is approaching the zenith, the apogee, the omega of lustful gratification. I couldn’t concentrate anymore on giving her pleasure. She was dishing out more than she was receiving.
Like a consummate artisan, she was putting her all into heightening my already highly-strung libido. Her fingers, tongue and lips worked in unison to slowly but surely restore my previously depleted penile energy to hair-trigger readiness. She brought her considerable manhood-pleasuring skills to keep me just at the precipice of eruption. She was prolonging my ecstatic abandonment, keeping me on the edge and ensuring that I do not slip over just yet.
The gentle suction of her mouth brought undulating waves of gratification from the tip of my raging erectile to the deep abyss of my smoldering jism bowels. My over-pleasured system had gone into overdrive. The high gears were straining to spin out of control. I tensed my body to counter the ever-shortening fuse to my ejaculation.

My Dragon Pearl felt the rumblings. Reluctantly, she withdrew her delicious mouth from my steely rod.
“Wo men nen jing de xiu xi yi huai ba.” - Let’s cool off and relax for a while. She advised, and moved up to rest her head on my shoulder. A hand slithered across my chest to playfully draw imaginary pictures on my rib cage.
A Zen-like serene feeling enveloped my consciousness. I started to drift into the twilight zone between real slumber and actual wakefulness. I felt her being drawn into the same vortex as well. We were in that limbo state for indeterminable minutes. Gradually the fires in my groin were under control.
She turned her head upwards to smile into my eyes. Without a word, she climbed onto me, squatting over my still hard column. Come on in, she muttered in Mandarin and lowered her glistering pussy. I watched as my upright pole slowly disappeared into the mysterious chasm of her heated furnace.

Even though it was the umpteenth time, its still a great moment of joy on that first touch. The electric jolt of slimy bare contact of my smooth DRAGON head into the ooze-lubricated folds of her PEARLy gate. The gradual but sure penetration as her labia enveloped my cockhead millimeter by sweet millimeter. The brief tentative pause before she bored downwards in one swift consummate action. The gratifying sensation as our pubic hairs interlocked and became one dark foreboding cloud cementing our physical union. We are now as one. The dance of the rain and cloud as expounded in the ancient Chinese sex classics had commenced.

to be continued.......

phenom
12-08-2004, 01:18 AM
Originally posted on 09-05-2004, 03:40 AM
Reminiscences of my
Dragon Pearl

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.......continuation

She held her body ramrod straight, arched her vertebrae and thrown her head backwards with eyes tightly shut. She remained still for a few moments, savoring the welcomed invasion of her private chamber by my rampaging warrior. I flexed my inflamed meat shaft and her vaginal walls responded by constricting its concentric rings of muscles. We gyrated and ground our pelvis; imperceptibly at first but with increasing urgency till we were thrashing wildly. A low groan rumbled from her throat and she flicked her head forward, her myriad strands of long flowing hair floating up and then gravitated in a glorious swirl before settling on her shoulders and bosom.
Hands resting on my chest, she raised her rump and began to pump up and down. I met her headlong as she came down and then pulled away on her upstrokes, matching our reciprocating pistoning action to perfect synchronisation. I put up my hands to fondle her bouncing melonic treasures. She canted backwards a little and brought her hands to clasp over mine, pressing them hard against her heaving bosom. That position was maintained for a fairly long while as we humped away sometimes in a leisurely pace and other moments racing away at high revolutions.

We were on a high. We were on a roll. Our pleasures were building up. She had done most of the work and its high time for me to take over. I brought her down against me and reversed our position.
I buried my head in the deep valley of her sweaty globular melons, which I squashed with my hands against my face. I drank in her sweet musky aroma and proceeded to lick and suckle the giant mammary glands.
As I played with her racks, my hot dick kept slicing powerfully into her even hotter pussy. She was beginning to convulse. She pulled my head towards hers and brought my mouth smack into her own. Our lips locked and our roving tongues stirred desperately into each other’s oral cavity sucking and being sucked in turn. Her arms and legs encircled my body as she hung on for dear life.
We were reaching our climax. Nothing can stop us now. We kept pumping mightily into each other. Our organs were exploding. My jets of white burning fluid shot out into her own cauldron of boiling liquid. I had spewed my seeds into her. Our cums were blended into a cocktail of love juices.
The Ying and Yang elements were in absolute harmony.

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benz
12-08-2004, 04:44 AM
wow great graphics and equally good writing i must say!

Merl
12-08-2004, 07:51 AM
Tis is really interesting, just like reading a dairy. Tks for sharing the FRs :)

ah huathuat
12-08-2004, 10:29 PM
Originally posted on 04-01-2003, 02:57 AM
Melonic MM - "Zhang Ker Ker"

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an approximate likeness of "Zhang Ker Ker"


After visually devouring the outlandish superstructures of the boob queen of GL earlier, I was all primed to bonk a normal bigtitted MM.
My half hour search eventually resulted in a gem of sorts called Zhang Xiaoyun. She hails from Liaoning in the northeastern reaches of China which used to be part of Manchuria. I jokingly called her Zhang Kerker - or Princess Zhang as kerker means princess in the Imperial Manchurian Era of bygone days. That brought a smile and a giggle from her. It really set her to give me the second bestever service from a MM.(The alltime best was from my "girlfriend" MM; Coco).
I found her in the alley between L14 and 16. I had spotted her substantial cleavage and was just standing around surveying the area for other melons when she bekoned to me. I just smiled at her but kept my position. She then walked the dozen steps towards me. At that closeup position, I can clearly discern the deep valley between her soft creamy mountains. My warrior sprang to almost full attention and I thereby engaged her in light conversation for the next five minutes. She's no longer young, having witnessed the passing of twenty-eight winters. Her facial map had indicated her years but her personality belies that. A younger girl in an older body, haha! Face not really pretty but pleasant enough.
Anyway she quoted fifty bucks and I accepted. Paid another ten quids for the room at the nearby Champagne Hotel.
When she shed her clothes, she revealed a reasonably shapely body and large soft slighty-droppy breasts. Though leagues below the awesome massiveness of Ah Min's unholy temples of desire, Xiaoyun's ample knockers will put to shame many a so-called big-boobed GL150's. Her milk factories are larger than those of Lee Wen, BiBi2, and Zhen Zhen, just to name a few.
She gave me a good shower and we rubbed and slidded our bodies under the raining shower. With the water streaming down, I gave her hard nipples a mighty good suck, kneading the doughly papayas in the process.
More playing with her cantaloupes on bed whilst she licked my body. Next comes the capped bj which though last only a minute or so, was fully satisfying. Even more playing followed; me with her melons and she with my hairy balls and engorged rod.
She then started the fj on top, with me once again playing with her hanging and swinging globs. Occassionally our lips locked and I would send in my darting tongue to explore the secrets of her oral cavity. I continued and finished with her in the missionary position. Towards the end her initial groans and rumbles cresendoed to an almost earshattering scream.
It was way past midnight then and she decided to call it a night. I offered and she accepted a lift from me back to her home which was along the way to mine. She was so happy to have ridden on one of the top two imported brands of car in China that she gave me a surprised hearty goodybye kiss when she alighted.

nice drawing. tat's a good pencil shading, bro.

phenom
13-08-2004, 12:32 AM
nice drawing. tat's a good pencil shading, bro.

Yes, its great piece of sketch but I can't take credit for what is not of my own creation. Though I penned the accounts, all the pics and graphics in this thread are picked up from the web. Its very time consuming to thrawl the net for the appropriate images to convey and complement the relevant FRs, but when I set out to repost my previously written FRs, I though it would spice up the writings.

Call it old words in new packaging.
The results and accolades are certainly worth the effort. :)

phenom
22-08-2004, 05:15 PM
Originally posted on 15-05-2004, 06:37 PM
My Suckatary

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It was a night in which I was initially in half a mind of a bonking session but ended up at the receiving end of a whale of a superlative deepthroat bbbj by a Monster Melons Mei Mei.

It all began on Monday night with me picking up a visitor from the airport at about 11 pm and sending him to a Lavender hotel. Since I was so nearby, I detoured to GL for just a brief recce…or so I thought.
The main wonderland was totally devoid of MMs. I then parked my car and headed for the odd lorongs. In the backlane of L19 I spotted half a dozen of meimeis.
First, a sub-melons accosted me; looks sweet but could not raise my barometer even a notch. Then a just-melons ambled up and we chit-chatted for a while. Friendly enough, and though her melons were definitely surgically enhanced – not an issue with me – they were perfectly shaped and looked very inviting. My mind was seesawing; shall I or shan’t I?
As my pocket was virtually empty at that point, I thought: I’ll go to the ATM first and then head back here and see what happens. If I can still find her and she remained as approachable, I’ll think about it again. If not, I’ll just go on home.

Walking along the main road, I chanced to sweep my roving eyes across the road to the carwash area of the Shell station
I got hit immediately by a mother of a whammy!!!
A pair of outrageously huge cantaloupes was by the roadside, talking to a guy. I went towards her right off but too late! She had started to walk away with the man to a hotel in the vicinity. I followed at a distance and noted the time as the pair disappeared into the lift. My mind was immediately made up: I die die MUST lay my hands on that pair of monsters….they looked as gigantic as Shasha’s.
Off I went to the ATM and then I wandered around the odd lorongs again for a look look see see, but my thoughts were on that gargantuan racks I came across earlier. I looked at the time; twenty odd minutes had passed. I strolled towards the hotel, looking out for a sign of her presence.
Nothing. Good, she’s not a fast worker. Thirty minutes and still not a trace. I decide to take a quickie walk through the L20 backlane to break the boredom of staring across the road at the hotel entrance. I was back in two minutes. Ah, there she was. Jackpot? Yeah, but not for me. Grrrrr. She was heading back to the hotel…with another guy. Damn!!! She must have got out the minute I went off.

What to do? Wait again lor.
She was in with the first customer for between 30 and 32 minutes. I reckon that that should be her average service time. Ok, let me take a little stroll along wonderland and then stake her out again. I returned in less than twenty minutes….didn’t want to chance missing her another time.
Again, I stationed myself across the road from the hotel, eyes trained on the entrance. Twenty-eight minutes from the time she got onto the lift, she reappeared. I followed after her but her pace was brisk. I caught up with her after she stopped at the L20 coffeeshop. As she was fishing into her handbag, I approached her. She looked up and smiled barely perceptibly.
I nodded at her and asked; “Duo shao?”
“Liu shi, bao fang chien.” She replied.
“Hao!”. I shot back without hesitation.

We made our way back together to the L18 hotel without exchanging a further word. How will she turn out to be? Will she among my better commercial lays or will she be just another of the heap of forgettable melons? I don’t care! All that I was concerned at that particular moment was that I would soon be able to enjoy her two heaving behemoths. Everything else will be secondary.
A quick registration and into the elevator we went. The moment the door closes, she flashes a wide smile; “Ni Hao!”
“Hao.” I answered and gathered her into my arms, crushing her bewitching atomic flesh bombs into my palpitating chest. She hugged me in return and we stayed that way till the door opened…eons later.

As soon as we got into the room, she was all palsy-walsy. Her singsong whinny voice permeates the confines of the small boudoir chamber. She was mothering me; inviting me to take a seat, fanning my hot flustered body, wiping beads of perspiration from my face and removing my sweat-stained shirt to the wall hanger.
She then sat down beside me and we engaged in mundane conversation. She had brown beyond-shoulder length hair, almond-like eyes, and her small rectangular rimless glasses lent her a private secretarial air. At that moment her countenance conveyed the impression that she was about to take down some corporate notes as she looked askance at my pointed inquiries. Her slightly ovoid face was pleasant enough to gaze at.
Except for her melonic knockers, she was the kind of female that you would happily bring home to your grandmother…. and your grandfather would probably feel decades younger at the sight of her jumbo bubbles.
She’s no young sweetie pie, having witnessed twenty-eight full revolutions of the Sun. She hails from Szechuan and it was her fifth night in Sg,, though not the first time.

She stood up to remove her clothes. First off was her form-fitting flowery blouse. The short black skirt was next to go. Her white bra was padded. As she unclasped it, her twin mountains burst forth and hung down a little. Yes, that bra had accentuated her giant melons but still, they are monsters. Indeed, they are just a tad smaller than the all-time GL boobs queen Shasha.
Her fingers hooked the elastic band of her panties. Slowly, she inched the satiny underwear downwards till her bushy triangle peeked out. I yanked it down the rest of the way. She did not possess a perfect body but her skin was fair and pretty smooth with only minute, almost imperceptible ridges of flab. Her weighty giant melons did not droop too much and the only real grouse I had was her wrinkly overly generous tummy.

Xiao Wen – that’s her handle – pulled me to my feet to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. She rubbed her fingers over my ensconced gherkin, hardening it even further. As she peeled off my briefs, she bent her head to lick and suck my nipples.
We took our time in the shower, she soaping my whole body thoroughly whilst I concentrated mainly on her Himalayan Mountains. My fingers and palms trekked through and explored its creamy snowy terrain and the brownish-pink pinnacles. Finally we rinsed off the sudsy lather, dried ourselves and adjourned to the mattressed bedstead.

She told me to lie down and relax as she set about the task of bestowing pleasure on my sensual nerves. Her soft lips and light flickering tongue began their long arduous journey from my ears, meandering along my cheeks, round my neck and settling on my chest. She lingered there for a fairly extended period before moving on to my stomach. There, she paused for a while at my navel and then continued down one thigh to the knee. She went on to the other leg and ended up licking at my inflamed balls.
One hand then grabbed hold of my erect towering column, pumping it gently as her tongue lapped at the base of its underside. That striated muscle began to tirelessly paint the veined shaft in wet forceful strokes. Her intense oral ministrations eventually culminated in her honeyed lips ringing my angry purpled crown. She sucked hard and let her tongue twirl maddeningly around the smooth polished spheroid tip.

The came her coup de foudre.
Her deepthroating masterstroke hit me like a thunderbolt from out of the deep blue yonder!
Her tight constricting mouth descended abruptly down my rigid manhood, completely swallowing its entire engorged length. Her lips came down hard against my bony pubis, grinding into the tangled mass of curly black pubic hair. My cockhead had stabbed through the soft palate at the rear of her oral cavity to nestle against her thyroid cartilage. She stared into my eyes intensely and slowly withdrew her vacuuming mouth as she allowed her teeth to scrape tantalizingly against the skin of my phallic monument.

Absolutely mind-blowing!
Damnit, I was in mortal danger of instant expiration. The sheer pleasure was driving me nuts.
Her tongue did more dancing magic on my bulbous head when she reached the end of her upstroke.
Then with the same teeth-scrapping treatment, her mouth continued with its deep fellatio actions.
Up and down, in and out, sucking, licking and scraping, my suckatary’s considerable consummate oral skills were brought to bear on my painfully engorged phallus. Her raw appetite for my meat was truly ravenous. I mentally pictured her gorging on my sausage, biting it off and devouring it greedily.
I let her feed on and turned my attention on her dangling monstrous melons. I grabbed and kneaded her succulent giant mammaries. I was in the upper strata of sexual gratification.

Gargantuan cantaloupes and powerful deepthroating blowjobs – together with the actual act of copulation - are among my most enjoyable pleasures of life. Having them both at the same time transcends the usual threshold of erotic pastime. With her bountiful assets, DTBBBJ skills and friendly attitude, Xiao Wen certainly is a rare find among the GL MMs.
Most the time her deepthroat sucking was leisurely, breaking into high-speed bobbing of her head only occasionally. That was just perfect as it kept me from spewing off my seeds prematurely. Her industry seemed to know no bounds. She just kept blowing and blowing.

I had stated before that at times, the journey is more satisfying then the destination. As it were to later turn out, in this particular instance, it is only slightly more so. That stupendous deepthroat bbbj was almost equaled by my eventual volcanic eruption in her warm responsive vaginal heaven.


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……………..to be continued.

phenom
18-09-2004, 03:08 PM
Originally posted on 16-05-2004, 01:28 AM
My Suckatary
Continuation……………….

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Like the marching drummer bunny in the old battery advertisement, the deepthroating by my suckatary went on and on and on.
But as with all good things, it too had to eventually cumm to an end. She pulled one final longggggggg suck on my rock solid meat stick before popping it out of her vacuum-seal lips. That last act almost lopped my dickhead off the rest of my penile skyscraper.
Miss Suckatary lovingly placed the prophylactic at the apex and rolled the 0.02 thin sheath down the very stiff ramrod. I asked her to go on top first and she graciously obliged. In this position I was able to fully indulge in the mangling and ravaging of her twin globular treasures. As she pumped steadily into my piston, I raised my head to bury it into the chasm of the deep valley between her hanging and swinging cantaloupes.

Despite my near suffocation amidst all that mass of flesh bombs, I managed to get into her rhythm. As time wore on, she increased the tempo and I followed suit. Soon, beads of perspiration began to form on her face and body. She was tiring but still she kept on with the thumping albeit slowing down gradually. I then turned us over and laid flat on top of her body. We brushed our lips lightly and parried briefly with our darting tongues. I increased my drilling speed. Her moaning grew louder, her arms hugged me tightly and she started to thrash about a little, raising her pelvis to meet my downward hammering with great urgency.
She shuddered and went into sporadic spasms. I was getting near too but there was still a stance I wished to get into…doggie. This position would allow me to grab hold of her suspending mighty juggs while I bang away into her love tunnel.
I rested on top of her for a while to get back my breath and for her to simmer down. When our heartbeats almost resumed their normal pace, we took up our respective postures.

Though she does not possess a breathtakingly grandiose hourglass figure, the view of her smooth white form on all fours in front of my kneeling position is attractive enough to send an extra c.c. or so of blood into my already well filled penile sacs.
She reached under to insert my raging rocket launcher into her dripping pussy. I speared right in as I held onto her rounded ass cheeks. My final journey had gotten underway. As I sliced powerfully in and out of her slimy abyss in ever-increasing frequencies, my hands started to crawl away from her bum along her back. When they reached the ribcage just above her undulating bosom, I moved them underneath to gather what I could of those doughy malleable oversized milkbags.
She responded by arching up her back till they came into contact with the front of my forward canting body. Effectively spooned in an obliquely vertical plane, my hands full with her wondrous chesty overflows, I pounded my sledgehammer in rapid-fire bursts into the convoluting walls of her vaginal passage. Tidal waves rose within my seminal depots and coursed through its freeways. An ejaculation with the brute force of the exploding Mount. St. Helen erupted and I fell forward, comprehensively satiated.

In the aftermath of my energy-sapping spermatic discharge, we cuddled together, serenely smooching and necking till my heavy breathing had subsided. We washed up again, dressed, checked out and bade each other farewell. The time taken for that rapturous romp was a tad over forty minutes. I will look forward to further sessions with this heavenly suckatary.


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After word: The next night, walking along L18 with a fellow forumer, I chanced upon Xiao Wen again. Though I had intended to go for her a second time only on Wednesday, the sight of those delectable bazookas made me reluctantly leave my companion in limbo as she and me headed to the hotel.
But as we were about to check in, a call came in from another customer and she was in a quandary. It transpired that that person had earlier called that he is on the way and she had promised to wait for him for a few minutes. It looked that she had to break that promise. I told her to go ahead as I can fall back on my original resolve of looking her up the following day. She was ecstatic for my gracious gesture and we made an appointment for a early afternoon rendezvous. In one fell decision I had everybody happy; that caller for not having to wait for the best part of another hour; my companion who wouldn’t have to stand around stupidly waiting for me; myself for a chance to get out of an unintended session and most important of all, my suckatary’s gratitude.

*The next day I called her and we arranged to meet at a quarter past two. We had lunch and then spent almost an hour reliving the funtastical sexventure of our first mating. Things were pretty much the same except that our relatively brief frenching had progressed into deep searing extended oral conflagration.

*I picked her up at almost midnight on Friday and we went for an hour-long spin along the east coast, ending up on Mount Faber. We then checked in for another hour of bedtime activities. The third time was just as great and we even transgressed to an almost all-out carnal waR.

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phenom
18-09-2004, 03:31 PM
Originally posted on 27-05-2004, 01:52 AM
My Suckatary
(My 4th & 5th trysts)

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Just a quick one:

My first 3 times with Xiao Wen were on the 10th, 12th and 14th of this month. I had always intended to call upon her again but was kept busy with other diversions.
Finally able to find some time, I phone her in the early afternoon and subsequently rendezvoused half an hour later.
After a relatively long interval of twelve days, I had an hour of ruptuous fun again. The dtbbbj, the body licks, the deep frenching and the memorable fj were as great as before.
With the attainment of my sextifaction, I left her for an appointment after promising to send her to the airline office for her ticket amendment in the late afternoon.
Her travel re-arrangements done, we later went on to a Thai restaurant for a leisurely spicy dinner and sweet desserts.
We were done with our palates at nightfall and I drove her around the whole of GL for a sightseeing.
Well....one thing led to another as we touch touch and before long, my initially flaccid member began to stir. Soon, I gave in to the lure of her monster melons yet again, especially with her cajoeing and promises of another thrilling ride.
Being dog tired,I told her that I will just lie down and that she would have to do all the work. She enthusiastically replied that she would blow me to sexual nirvana.
True to her word, I didn't have to move a muscle as her mouth laboured all over my body to catbath virtually every pore. Then came her speciality; the deepthroat bbbj. For the best part of half an hour, she sucked and sucked on my ever hardening phallus without relent as I busied my hands with her giant cantaloupes.
Eventually, the rekindled fire in the fathomless ravine of my searing groin imploded to set off a nuclear fusion chain reaction that culminates in a mother-of-all-ejacuations....into her mouth!!!

http://www.josephprep.com/BioChemical/images/nuclear_explosion.jpg http://home.swipnet.se/~w-45653/pics/mouth.gif

phenom
25-09-2004, 06:36 PM
Originally posted on 13-07-2004, 07:41 PM
The Twins from Taichung

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Throughout the decades of the dark debauched side of my cavorting life, I had many occasions of making out with sisters; some separately and others together at the same time. I did not set out objectively to embark on the sexual "conquest" of siblings; I had them when opportunity arises and when they attract me with their individual attributes, insofar as my carnal desires dictate.
The pair of identical twins I picked up a few days ago was a great departure from the norms of my criterion for a quickie shag. I took them primarily for the fact that they are twins which I never had before, either in unison in different sessions. They are not particularly attractive nor are they in possession of my singularly most important attribute in a WL: melons. Also, the fact that they were heavily dolled-up would not ordinarily have endeared them to me. Actually, if not for a companion who was with me at the time, I would not have noticed them in the first place as my eyes were always on the bosoms, looking up to the faces only when their proportions are hefty enough to pass my muster.

Flashback to last Wednesday's early evening; I was cruising around in GL wonderland with a friend who for reasons of anonymity (being in a somewhat public life) had not and would not venture on foot in red-light districts.
In the safe sanctuary of my roving car, he took in the attractions of the plentiful flesh on parade as illuminated by the twilight of that midweek dusk. As on previous similar sojourns, we would traverse the lorongs a multitude of times for an hour or so before he would invite the lady of his choice into my vehicle for a short ride to a hotel in a less frequented part of GL.
It was during an initial ride along L10 that he called to my attention that two of the chix loitering outside La Mode were virtual carbon copies of each other. Though my eyes had scanned the assemblage as I drove at a snail's pace, I was naturally only interested in their chests, not their faces, so I did not notice their similarities till it was pointed out to me. I then pulled up next to where they were standing, rolled down the window and hailed them.
Their names were Ah Hong and Ah Xia (together Hong Xia means the Red Heroines which was also the moniker of a meimei I had before and who happened to be a returnee at that moment). They are not mainland meimeis but are from the central Taiwanese city of Taichung. Twenty-five years of age, they have fair and slim bodies but miniscule (to my melon standards) tits. In great contradiction to my usual turnoff to lack of heavy superstructures, I was aroused by the evil deviant thoughts of the two identical doll-like nymphets (albeit relatively aged ones) servicing my supine body.
Upon enquiry, they quoted 100 bucks but immediately offered 160 for the both of them in a FFM session. I hesitated, weighing the unprecedented potential sheer excitement of bonking twin sisters at the same time against the relatively hefty amount for maybe half an hour of indeterminable carnal satiation. Will they be service oriented? Will I be left with unfulfilled welled-up anticipation? Shall I chance the 160 quids going down the drain with what might turn out to be PCNs? If they happened to be melons, I wouldn't mind much even if a session ends unsatisfactorily. If nothing else, the chance to mash melons (especially monstrous ones) will be money well spent. But these twins were barely oranges!
I gave the excuse that I have to go find somewhere to park and thereupon drove off. We went for dinner and thereafter to catch up with other forumers before returning to GL at about 10pm. I had persuaded my companion to drop his more traditional outlook towards unconventional sexual acts and go for the twins with me; consecutively of course. I reasoned that if we were to take them together in succession, I would shoulder the effrontery of offering just $240 for them to take on the both of us in two sessions. That is both me and my companion will be willing to fork out 120 each for the experience of doing the twins together but he after me or me after him, not as in a four-some.
But alas, there were no sight of them, not even when we hung around the area for the next half hour.

phenom
25-09-2004, 06:40 PM
Originally posted on 13-07-2004, 07:41 PM
The Twins from Taichung


The next night on Thursday, after sending off another friend at the airport, I diverted alone to GL to try my luck at sighting the twins again. It was almost midnight but voila! They were there!
I parked immediately opposite them, got out and crossed the road to them. We chit-chatted inanely for quite a while before they popped the "qu-bu-qu" question. I remarked that 160 is too high a price to pay for a short-time as even though I will take the two of them, I would only cum once in either of them. The younger one replied that they will be willing to accept a lower price; like 140. Hmmmm, sounds interesting. My libido went up a couple of notches. I told them that I am ordinarily not in the habit of bargaining for the rendering of sexual services but I would return the next day with my earlier companion and take them on at 120 each. That would make it worthwhile for them as it each of them would make 120 from each of us. I told them I would not feel comfortable paying them 120 alone but surprisingly they said they would take me on for just that amount if I agree immediately. It’s an offer I couldn't refuse, can I?
In the room, I pensively observed their lithe bodies in all their naked glories as they peeled away their clothing. Not surprisingly, their structure and texture were very similar. Both have the same smooth, fair skin and slim frames. The neat triangular thatches over their pubic region were also mirror images of each other, as were their light pinkish nipples. However, there were a few minor dissimilarities; the elder twin, Ah Hong was slightly taller (less than a cm) and Ah Xia, the younger had slightly larger and more rounded tits. Their almost waist long hair were worn differently; Ah Hong's were free-flowing whilst Ah Xia's were tied in a pony tail. Interestingly, their hairstyle was reversed the first time I saw them.
Though friendly and on large parts obliging, they declined to shower together with me; saying that the bathroom can only accommodate one person at a time. I know that all three of us can still squeeze in together but I let the excuse pass. No point harping on such minor niceties.
I was the last, and when we were all clean and nice-smelling, we laid down on the wide-enough queen-sized bed, the twins on either side of my supine form. My arms went over them, gathering their slim bodies tight against mine to warm up against the blasts of cold air from the air-conditioner.
Slowly, their hands wandered all over my body and they moved their heads onto my chest, tongues flicking out to lick my nipples. I entwined my appendages all over them, wallowing in the extremely rare opportunity of savouring two virtually identical nubile females. The sight of the two monozygotic forms over my sensually heightened body brought my lusty mind to the outer realm of reality, into a quasi-surrealistic dimension of carnal nirvana.
The elder sibling moved southwards to cap my solidified phallus while the younger one continued to favoured my upper torso with her tongue and lips. Ah Hong's lips ringed my prophylactic encased column, pausing to suckle the mushroom head before beginning their reciprocating journey along its engorged length. As she blew me, my hands were busy fondling her sister's rounded tits. Their hands were also traveling lightly all over my body, finger nails scratching fleetingly along my sensitive regions such as my ribs, the insides of my thighs and my scrotum. The senior twin then disengaged her sucking mouth and positioned her neat pussy over my hard-on which gradually disappeared into its welcomed warmth. She pumped up and down for the next five minutes or so as I continued playing with her younger sister.
Soon, it is time for the changeover. Ah Hong got off me and removed the condom after which Ah Xia slipped a fresh one on. Now it is the younger sister who sucked my schlong while the elder one licked my body. All the earlier action was repeated, with the two sisters' roles being reversed.
As I've mentioned to this effect earlier, the awesome spectacle and delectable feeling of being serviced by two identical entities is a soulful experience which should be grabbed at if and when an opportunity presents itself.
Though their skills and interaction with me were run-of-the-mill, the shiokness factor was rather high due to my excitement at the never-before situation of screwing the two clone-like mature dolls together.
When Ah Xia who had been diligently bouncing up and down on my upright pole for quite a while remarked that she was getting tired, I turned her over and did her in the missionary position. Ah Hong, to her credit, did not look on passively but instead clambered playfully onto my back, sandwiching me between them. I humped heavily into Ah Xia which was not an easy task; what with Ah Hong riding prone on my dorsum.
Before long I felt the rumblings of a soon-to-come eruption. For the finale, I would like to be on top of their bodies looking into their four eyes as I spew my seeds into one of their holes. I made the elder one climb down from my back and had them lie closely side-by-side so that I can sprawl myself diagonally across both their bodies as I drilled mightily into Ah Xia's heavenly tunnel of desire.
Yes, that was certainly a real socko of a carnal encounter. Though my favourite vastidity element of the mammary equation was sorely missed in this instance and the service level was not as high as I would have liked it to be, the plain unadorned fact that I was ravaging a pair of identical twins simultaneously made my ejaculation the climax of a very fulfilling sexventure; an experience I will savour for a very long time to come......


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phenom
25-09-2004, 06:55 PM
Monster Melons Cutie Pie
Originally posted on 21-07-2004, 11:11 PM


Hahaha, I finally managed to lay my paws on the monstrous boobs of the 21 y.o. Hunan petite cutie at Talma Rd last Friday. I first noticed her about two weeks ago, standing at her habitual haunt by the power box near L10.

Unlike most of the other MMs who flaunt their assets - natural, augmented or wonderbra-ed; Xiao Zhuen’s usual white blouse covered up her bountiful endowment, though not very successfully.
On the many occasions I talked to her, she came across as girlishly friendly. Yes, I was terribly tempted each and every time but unfortunately I had to desist then for one reason or another.
Our banter worked against me as she viewed me as not a serious potential customer so much so that she declined to give me her contact number. Still, I was lucky in the end. Prior to that fortunate Friday, every time I decided the time has come for me to climb her twin Everests, she was not at her chosen station whereas she was there when I was indisposed.

On that evening at about 7, I drove past Talma Rd but there was no visual trace of her. There was a vacant lot opposite the power box, so I parked and then embarked on a tour of the parading beauties in wonderland. Twenty minutes later, on my return to her spot she was there. Viola! This time however, she was dressed differently; all in form fitting black and with a plunging neckline that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
What a transformation from cutie pixie to slutty siren!
I was already all pumped up to take her and at the sight of the “new” her, my adrenaline flow heightened into a tsunami. I almost sprinted the last few steps to face her, and holding her hand I said to her: “Qu pa!” She was surprised and giggled in disbelief.
“Zhen de. Wo mei yo phian ni. Tern wo yi xia.” With that, I hurried across the road to my car and picked up the little present I bought specially for her.

She smiled widely as I locked my arm in hers and ushered her to nearby La Mode. The usual check-in procedure completed, we went up to the assigned room and settled in. She still found it hard to swallow the fact that I had actually intended to bed her, as all the time I had chatted with her she had thought that I was not buying.
In fact her favourite phrase to me was “phian ren de” ie I was only “pulling her leg”.
She asked what was in the carrier bag that I took from my car. I handed it to her and said it is a little gift to her for all the times that I did not “qu” with her.
She reached in tentatively and took out the elaborately ribbon-ed little boxes of dainty chocolates. She squealed in delight and hugged me, crushing her massive mumbo jumbos deliciously against my chest. Most girls love chocolates; especially the quainter ones such as the seashell shaped pieces I bought her, and she is no exception. What a simple economical way to a MM’s heart. Kekeke.

We made small talk as we undressed. Co-incidentally, both of us were clothed completely in black right own to our undies; a fact that she noted with her trademark girlish giggles. My eyes were glued to her slowly unveiling body.
As she yanked off her inadequate top, I noted that the exposed lacy ebony bra could hardly support her pair of malleable humongous mammaries that leaped out invitingly as she unclasped the restraining undergarment. I scooped the palatable mounds into my eager hands and buried my face into the awning chasm of the deep valley, drinking in the sweaty musk of her femininity.
More giggles from Xiao Zhuen as she gently caressed my embedded head. Time stood still for the minute or so till my muffled face turned blue from a critical lack of oxygen. I reluctantly disengaged my fainting self from the mammary mass and let her continue with her disrobing.

She stepped off her black pants, revealing an itsy bitsy satiny panty. I reached out to peal it off, tracing my eager digits over the luscious thatch that surrounded her delectable slit. I fingered her lightly over the outer folds of her labia, eliciting imperceptibly soft moans from her throat.
I quickly shed the last remnants of my garments and brought our fully naked bodies together. Our arms snaked over each other’s back and we embraced tightly. She brought up her legs to encircle my bottom and in that configuration, I ambled towards the tight confines of the attached bathroom.

Bunching her long flowing hair into a bun, she clipped it firmly in place and proceeded to soap my body. I did the same to her, lingering an inordinately long time on her mighty heaving bosom to knead and fondle their bountiful softness.
My increasing sensual pleasure was further exponentiated by her diligent ministrations at cleansing my correspondingly inflamed genitals.
I was reluctant to call an end to that fun filled soapy appetizer but terminate the prelude we must, so eventually we toweled ourselves dry and adjourned to the inviting bed. I lose no time in gathering her into my arms once again; to savour the sheer gratification of my chest pressing hard against her pliant globular treasures, without any encumbrance.

When we were sufficiently warmed up by our mutual body heat, we disengaged ourselves and lay down beside each other. She started to play with my family jewels whilst I continued my earlier mangling of her doughy over-generous cantaloupes. She then raised her head and concentrated her lips and tongue on my nipples, licking and sucking them lightly while her hand carried on with the stroking of my stiff column.
Soon it’s time for the action. She took out the rubber, placed it on the tip of my crowning glory and daintily rolled the sheath down the erectile.
First she favoured the rigid stem with flicking touches from her darting tongue, then she smooched it with her pursed lips and finally her O-ed mouth encompass the mushroom head, suckling it with a dash of vigor before descending down two thirds of the engorged length. Her mouth then withdrew right to the crown and the whole up and down motion was repeated….again and again and again.

She did not deepthroat me but I couldn’t care less. Nowhere does her blowjob begin to even come close to the fantastical bottomed-out power strokes of Xiao Wen aka “My Suckatary” but Xiao Zhuen’s gentle and not so deep sucking did turn out to be pretty enjoyable in its own right.
Analogically, if the former is be likened to a out & out Formula One asphalt burner, the fresh faced teen-looking cutsy could very well be a Daimler-Chrysler “Smart” roadster – a lightweight automobile with the smooth auto transmission, gentle handling and hi-tech electronic management.
http://www.thesmart.co.uk/images/car_range/roadster_brabus_image.jpgthe Smart Roadster

The fellatio lasted quite a few minutes after which she positioned her vulva over my upward pointing phallic pillar. The first contact sent a light shiver of pleasure along my nerves. I was ready to do battle.
She grimaced a little as I arched my pelvis and speared my torpedo into the opening of her love tunnel a couple of inches.
She was rather tight. I felt the constriction of her vaginal passage. Together, with coordinated reciprocating movements, I slowly but surely bored right into the warm abyss. I fastened my mental seatbelt, grabbed hold of her two hanging giant headlamps and humped my way into carnal gratification.
She moaned audibly and made a concerted effort to get into my rhythm. The feeling was sweet. No high-octane action here; it was more like a leisurely cruise, with the occasional acceleration as I hit the high gear momentarily once in a while.

After ten minutes or so we changed to the missionary and continued with the joy ride, with my hands never far from her heavenly mountains of milk sacs. For real or otherwise, her groans of pain cum pleasure filled the heavy air through most of the luxuriant session. We had been at it for quite a while and soon the apex would be reached.
But I still a few reserve strokes left in the tank. For the finale, I made her go into one of my fav positions for gargantuan melonic chicks; the doggie. As my dragon staff sliced in and out of her pearly gate, my ardent hands grasped her overflowing outsized moons, squeezing them till the soft flesh threatened to ooze through my outspread fingers.
Arrrrrrgggggg. With an accompanying klaxon-like blast from our throats, we promulgated the simultaneous release of my seminal fluids and her love juices.

My lust thus fulfilled, we collapsed upon the bed and rested for some minutes before washing up. That done, we egressed the room and bade our good-byes.
The time she spent with me was a creditable 35 minutes.

phenom
07-10-2004, 05:29 PM
Shasha Re-visited
Originally posted on 24-08-2004, 02:33 AM

http://www.bigbustymodels.com/models/minka2.jpg
Korean-American pornstar Minka: she's the closest
- in terms of body and melons that I can find on the
net - to Shasha. Of course Shasha's mumbo jumbos
though huge by any standard are not in minka's league.


Whoa whee whee!!! Yippi yippi yip yip!!!
After six days short of two years, I re-ascended the twin soaring peaks of Mount Shasha.

I first stumbled upon those majestic orbs in the evening of 28th August 2002. I was immediately mesmerised by the colossal mounds but regrettably failed to go in for the kill.
Troubled by deep regret for missing out on such a gargantuan set of mammaries the entire night and the whole of the following day, I decided to right the unsatisfactory state of my mind and my yet-to-be-satiated urge. That was summarily settled when I made a beeline for her station in the early evening. Her service was nothing to shout about though I would say that I had gotten my money’s worth just for being able to ravage her awesome flesh bombs.
Having got those enormous funbags out of my system, I did not pursue them again. In the meantime I had the great fortune to come across - and cum in - many other monster melon MMs who though are a tad or two below Shasha’s outrageous leviathans, are nevertheless very much more service oriented.
Even when she returned again and again, I did not feel like repeating her though many a times I was mightily tempted by the sight of her immense outcroppings. Only the memory of her lack of the kind of fine service I was accustomed to held me back. I had scaled her Everests before and I would not have to re-climb them….or so I thought.

Fast forward to last Friday night:
I sighted Shasha for the umpteenth time this year and as promised to a fellow samster who had yet to relish her mighty treasures, I immediately activated him. As he recounted to me immediately after his partaking of her Brobdingnagian cantaloupes, Shasha was CAUGHT by AV just the night before and have to leave our shores the very next week!
WHAT? Will she ever be back again. Would I ever lay my paws on those humongous masses? My reaction proves that deep inside me, I do still miss her oversized assets. What to do?
During the weekend, I self-debated on whether I shall throw away a hundred quids for so-so service or the heck with the money and just re-live the sheer pleasure of thrusting both my heads into the deep chasm between her brace of towering monoliths.
My extreme fetish for massive Jupitian globes won the day and this evening saw me heading for the Golden Triangle. I spotted her squatting on the steps of H S Hotel as I drove by and was lucky to find an empty lot a few metres away. But as I alighted after parking, she was gone in a flash. She had into the hotel to have her tapao dinner as she told me later. I hung around the vicinity and shortly, about 15 minutes later, re-emerged alone. By then I was all pumped up in high anticipation. Excitement swelled inside me as I hurried across the road and approached her from her side. As she turned her head, I held her by an arm and uttered “Let’s go, Shasha”. She was expressionless as she followed me into the foyer, through registration and even as we waited for the lift.
Ah, her bochap demeanor! I had expected that and was ready to again go through my first experience with her of two years ago. Was it to be the same old motion. The So so service? The cold, work-to-rule attitude?
But surprise, surprise! Once the elevator doors slammed shut, her face broke into a wide smile and she said “Wo ren shi ni. Liang nian chien ni yo chiao kuo wo”.
Another surprise! When she remarked that she recognised me, I had thought that she was about to refer to the many many times she had noticed me walking by her and starring at her monumental superstructure. So the ice lady had all along been cognitive of this worthless melons-worshipping freak? :D
In absolute contrast to my previous tryst with her, Shasha was all chatty; talking about her numerous returns to Sg. Her current planned one-year English language study stint for which she had paid RMB50k. Her arrest last Thursday night. Her coming flight to Zhuhai come Thursday morning, and her resolution to be back again.
As we conversed - well she did most of the talking and me the listening - we took off our garments and adjourned to the shower. There, she illustriously cleansed my body, paying close playful attention to my responsive warrior as my roving hands wandered all over her mighty hanging cantaloupes.
I was beside myself with those dream milk jugs. They were as I remembered them; soft, succulent, plaint, malleable and most important of all; gigantic.
On the bed, she immediately got down to her business of bestowing positive stimulus to my senses. She started by painting my torso with her tongue, lingering a long while on my nipples. By the by, her hand snaked between my legs to grasp my totem pole, kneading and rubbing its ever growing hardness. She then slithered downward to trap my dragon sabre in the warm valley of her fleshly globular superknockers, fully enveloping the hapless weapon as she sought to rub its length along the vast walls of her outsized milk bags. My weapon’s size is not insignificant, in fact is is quite hefty, but under the flood of her overflowing mammary sacs, it was totally and comprehensively eclipsed. My little brother down there was happily drowning in Shasha’s waves upon waves of breastly onslaught.
Soon, she capped the fiery lance and moved her head southwards to plant her mouth over the sheathed warhead. She sucked and licked at my truncheon till no more blood could flow into its myriad interlocking sacs. She was focused in fellating my well-aroused member, lips and tongue working in unison to sink me to greater depths of sensual gratification. That combined with the heightened ecstasy of mashing and kneading her mega racks brought me perilously to the precipice of premature ejaculation. Shasha sensed the potential impending deluge and eased off.
She allowed me to take a brief breather and then positioning herself over my supine form, she lowered her inviting pussy into my waiting rocket. I raised my body and buried my head into her suffocating galaxy-sized spheres as the cloaked missile sliced smoothly into her heavenly passage. I was on my way to my second cummmming in Shasha. I rammed upwards into her and she met me forcefully at every thumping stroke. She kept pumping up and down till beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead, all the while moaning and groaning fairly loudly. Eventually she collapsed upon me and rolled us over so that I landed up in the missionary. I continued the drilling into her pleasure tunnel till I felt the first rumblings in my family jewels.
Time to go for one of my favourite finales for monstrous melonic bodies such as Shasha’s…….the doggie. In this position, my hands could wander all over her overgrown hangers, grabbing them tightly as I jackhammered mercilessly into her hot slimy furnace. I would not and could not contain it any longer. My sluice gates opened up and the white molten lava gushed forth from the length of my engorged penis into her mysterious depths of her vagina, its journey dead-ended only by the latex membrane of the prophylactic.

In retrospect, the basic scenario from the time we went into the shower till my climatic release was a mirror image of our first coital union of two years ago. The body licks, the bj, even the sequence of the three fj positions; namely she riding my dick, me doing her missionary and then doggie – they were all the same except for one overriding difference……
She was a lot friendlier, dished out way better service, was much more responsive to my actions and yes, the duration of twenty-plus minutes is a vast improvement over my previous sexperience with her.
I will definitely take on her Twin Weapons of Mass Destruction again should she return to wonderland.

Tension68
07-10-2004, 08:55 PM
Impressively incredible writting skills Bro Phenom!!

To your credit, I had a hard on reading ur exploits from start to finish... xiong ah!

Wish I could have the finances to at least achieve 20% of your exploits.. haha

waiting to read more from u

Elementary
09-10-2004, 12:41 AM
Impressive writing Bro Phenom.

Your writing style reminded me of Bro OneEyeSnake from Sammyboy Fourm at Delphi back in the days of 2000 and 2001. I was a follower of his great writings. :D

Keep up the excellent work. :)

phenom
10-10-2004, 06:19 PM
My $1/- bbbj GL MM
Originally posted on 17-09-2004, 03:15 AM



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I was at the alley behind Bright Star Hotel waiting for a friend doing returnee Xiao Jing upstairs when I chanced upon this cute early twenties sub-melons MM whose all-white attire accentuated her innocent look.
She quoted fifty bucks to which I testingly countered her to throw in the room as well. After a moment’s hesitation, she agreed and we summarily proceeded to the backdoor of the rooming house nearby. Being my first time in such a place, I had no idea of the system but was told by the reception to just pay a dollar for two clean towels. As I have my own condom, I did not have to come out with another buck for it.
Actually I had not intended to have any action but her friendly and girlish attitude melted my butter heart. In the room she hugged me, frenched me long and deep, her hand snaking between our bodies to rub my slowly hardening tool. We disengaged our warring mouths only when we ran out of life-sustaining oxygen.
She started to undress me and upon completion; herself. Her rounded moons though below my juggs standard of measure is substantial enough to fill up my grabbing hands. Nice body too; even with the traces of baby fat in the tummy area.
She did not peel off everything, leaving on a pair of lacy black long stockings that covered her entire legs. I wondered why till she told me to go wash myself as she did not want to get her stockings wet. She said she wants to leave them on as she have some real ugly scars along the outside of her left leg; the legacy of an accident years ago. That’s was the only blemish on her otherwise nice enough body, but with the stockings on it doesn’t matter.
After my cleaning up, I lied down and let her commence dishing out her promised session of sensual delight. I reached out to fondle her delicious semi spheres as her tongue began their long journey of exploring my body, starting from my lips. When she got to my pubic region after a relatively long while, she raised her head to smile at me beguilingly as she asked innocently: “Ni yao wo zhi ni de tong xi ma?” (Do you want me to eat your thing?)
Wow! That had the effect of raising my heartbeat to a life-threatening level.
“Yao, yao.” The two monosyllabic words gushed out like a couple of bullets from a gun barrel.
Her lips and tongue then did their magic on my balls and shaft, laving them with thick gooey saliva.
She sucked well, teasing the tiny pee hole the the tip of her tongue, then enveloping my mushroom head firmly around her lips. She bobbed her head deligently, her mouth travelling down to three quarters of my engorged length. She did tried to deepthroat it all the way as I asked her to, but failed. She was apologetic about her inability to do it but I assured her that its alright. After all, she did not have any professional training and she had done her best. ;)
Next, she buried my glistening dick in the ample-enough valley of her boobies and pumped away, flicking her tongue to lick the shiny dome as it emerged near her mouth. After some time, she resumed her blowjob, working on the weapon till she felt it was time for the entry into her awaiting pussy which I had been rubbing with my fingers. As she was about to peel off the packing of the prophylactic, her phone went off. Grrrrrrr!!!. Why do the damned gadgets have this nasty habit of ringing at the most inopportune times???
But what followed was much much worse.
She said that her mafu called to tell her that AV had raided some hotels and a few MMs had been arrested. She had to get out fast.
Damn it. This had to happen just as I was at the apex of carnal joy.
Dou Dou (that’s her name) was rueful that she had to leave. Unlike an earlier similar occasion with another MM who insisted that she be paid though I had not had my fun yet a few months back, Dou Dou stated that she wouldn’t take any money from me. She hurriedly put on her clothes, gave me her hp no and practically ran off.
So, there it is: my $1/- blowjob.

An hour later I phoned and told her that I will be back the next nite - she will be flying off on a Saturday morning flight but will be back again three days later - to pick up where we left off. I also told her that I will bring along a present for her nice attitude.

phenom
10-10-2004, 06:31 PM
My $1/- bbbj GL MM
Originally posted on 17-09-2004, 06:17 PM


First there was the $1/- flights and now a $1/- bj? :D

No, that was not an extension or cashing-in of Tiger Airways’ $1/- promotional flights to Bangkok and Phuket.
It was a resultant circumstantial situation arising from a AV swoop on GL wonderland while I was in the midst of a enjoyable bbbj as a prelude to an anticipated joyous carnal culmination that in the event was not carried to its logical conclusion.

As I had mentioned previously; in an earlier similar interruption months ago with a different chix, that MM asked me to pay despite being unable to complete her service. Though I was not happy about it, I did give it to her together with this admonishing line: the $50/- won't make me much poorer and it won't make her much richer either. She said she would make it up to me on my RTF....but she must talking through her a**hole. With such an off-putting mercenary attitude, I won't even consider it at all. I still come across her every now and then; and every time without fail, she would try to her utmost to charm me into an rtf. Yes, I was tempted at times by her mighty melons which she would rub against my arm but my resolve had remained strong. NO WAY.

Back to Dou Dou who being of in possession such good attributes; I felt that I must not let her twenty minutes with me go unrewarded. She had worked hard to to orally stimulate my libido even though in the end it was a physical and mental torture to leave with a unreleashed rock hard erection.
When I see her tonight to continue with our unfinished business, I will give her a present of a Givenchy perfume from my substantial stock of duty-free articles accumulated from my years of travel. I will still pay her only the agreed $50/- for the coming session, not more and not less - as that will be a purely commercial transaction.
The bottle of fragrance will be for a very decent human being untainted by the crass mercantilism that continues to permeate through society at large. The fact that she is actually in the game for the prime consideration of financial gain made her gesture of last night even more endearing.
Hooray for a person of positive character.

http://www.signature-perfume.com/Images/men/Pi%20by%20Givenchy.jpg This was exactly what I gave Doudou

phenom
10-10-2004, 06:36 PM
My $1/- bbbj GL MM
Originally posted on 18-09-2004, 02:27 AM



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In the $1/- flights, some travellers were lucky to get that rock rock bottom price two ways whilst others have to pay the regular low fare on the return leg of their journey. For my S$1/- bbbj, I was stranded as I failed to make the return trip. In air travel parlance, I would say that my aircraft could not take off due to unfavourable enviromental conditions.
Enough of anology. I did not manage to see Dou Dou due to a massive AV operations in which I witnessed a vanload of MMs being driven away.
I went down to GL late; almost eleven. The whole wonderland was devoid of MMs. I phoned DD and made arrangements for her to meet me below her lodging at L13 after which we will go for a tour of the nightscape before adjourning for our dance of rain and cloud.. However, ten minutes later she called back to cancel our appointment, saying that her okt advised her not to step out of her temporary home.
Ah well, since she will return on the 20th, I shall wait that few days for our much delayed sequel.

FLfun
10-10-2004, 08:33 PM
Bludder,

Ler Reports si bay solid.

No horse run.

Salute you man!

phenom
12-10-2004, 11:54 PM
Return to My $1/- bbbj GL MM
Originally posted on 23-09-2004, 01:05 AM



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The eagle has finally landed….or rather, my return flight has finally taken off.

When I switched on my hp late this morning I was surprised to receive Doudou’s sms….in ungrammatical English stating that she’s back in Sg (I later asked her and she said that she knows a little of the language).
Anxious to complete the prematurely terminated session last week, I made a beeline for GL in the late afternoon. Called her to confirm that she had already started working. Jackpot! She will be meeting me at her usual haunt behind Bright Star Hotel in a jiffy.
I cruised around for a parking lot but damn it, they were all full though I did spy a few empty ones on my way into L17 earlier. Talk about my good friend Murphy and his cursed Laws!!!

Doudou meanwhile had called me that she’s waiting at her spot. Damned, wasted a full fifteen minutes before I got lucky. We met up and went into that rooming house which now that it was daylight I observed that it was formally called Flora Inn Hotel. The girls in that back lane got the rooms by the day and that’s why the charge for each customer is a dollar for the towels and another for a prophylactic. As I’m a BYO person as far as the rubber is concerned, I paid the $1/- like before.

Doudou was ecstatic when I gave her my gift of a bottle of Givenchy perfume. I told her that it is my present to her for being a girl of good character. She grinned widely and gave me a mother of a hug.
She wore the same all white pants and blouse as the first time I saw her but instead of the previous pinkish, her G-string is now an arousing red. The undersized bra was still white and so were her black high stockings that covered her unsightly scar along her left leg. She took her time to slowly remove my office-wear. The way her fingers fluttered over the knot in my tie and then the buttons on my shirt exudes a Lolita-like seduction. She was meticulous with my clothes, carefully putting the shirt, trousers and tie on the hangers and into the locker. She gave me an uncomfortably familiar feeling of me coming back home after a day’s work. I mean I was only to be there for a short while and there she was taking care of my threads as if she had been doing that for me everyday.

As soon as we were both down to our birthday suits, she melted into my welcoming arms and turned up her lips, looking into my eyes expectantly. I brought my mouth down upon hers and we frenched deeply, tongues stabbing and parrying into each other’s oral cavity. At the same time, one of her hands disengaged itself from my shoulders and slid between our bodies to my awakening dragon. She stroked the gradually hardening shaft and lightly scratched the inflamed balls.
She was quite short, hardly 1.4 metres in her bare feet. Her body looks just about right, neither plumb nor skinny but with a trace of baby fat in the mid-section. I had previously mentioned that her melons were a tad below my usual juggs standard but on her small frame they are proportionally very sizeable. She’s on her way to the mid-twenties but her cherubic face, ready smile and friendly disposition made her appear to be in her late teens. I jokingly told her she should be wearing school uniforms.

After washing up myself (her stockinged feet made it inconvenient for her to shower me, remember?) I headed for the bed where she was waiting. She went on top of my supine body to service me orally, starting from my ears, down my neck to concentrate for a while on my nipples. She moved upwards to smooch me again before zeroing in on my family treasures.
She alternated between the ribbed sac and veined shaft, tongue and lips working industriously on transposing my orgiastically deluged mind to the celestial realm. All the familiar deft touches of her oral appendage on my engorged column were being replayed. The licking, lapping and sucking of my phallus were just as enjoyable as before. She also tried unsuccessfully again to swallow me to the hilt.
Soon it was time for the much looked-forward-to consummation. She capped my impatient warrior and impaled her pearly gates of pleasure over my waiting spear. Slowly, inch by agonising inch, she devoured my raging monster till it disappeared from my sight. She flexed her moist canal, sending ripples of constriction along my submerged rod.

For the next twenty minutes we thrust and humped along in various positions; doggie, froggie and missionary. She was rather noisy with her incessant groans and moans. Eventually my racing heart got the better of my libido and I had no choice but to decouple from her still convulsing vaginal passage.
Spent from all that exertion, I laid flat on my back to catch my breath. But she spared me no mercy. Peeling off the condom, she proceeded to favour me with another series of blowjobs, augmented by her pumping hands. I tried to reach for another condom to resume the copulation but she refused to let up. Her head bobbed faster as do her fingers around the lower half of my truncheon. I told her that I can’t hold out much long but she continued to ignore me. “If you don’t stop, I’ll have to cum in your mouth.” I warned her.
She paused for a moment to look at me, nodded and went back to her task of sucking the life out of me.
I was surprised as she will be only the third MM that I will CIM.
The seething cauldron deep in the recesses of my fiery balls erupted, sending spurts of flaming white lava into the roof of Doudou’s mouth. She stopped her head movements, clamping her lips tightly around my cockhead and letting my firehose continue emptying my juice into her closed mouth. She gave one final prolonged suck and went off to the washroom.

She had spent about 45 minutes with me…………….and all these for $50/- plus $1/-.


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phenom
16-10-2004, 10:37 PM
Re-return to My $1/- bbbj GL MM
Originally posted on 27-09-2004, 11:58 PM


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As arranged during our last session five days ago, I called Doudou just before noon to pick her up for lunch at Suntec City. She stayed at L13 and I was there for her in a jiffy. Nothing of note during the mid day meal, following which I drove her for a short spin along Orchard Road. Contrary to my earlier intention of abstinence, I was aroused by the sight of the prominence of her melons accentuated by the seatbelt straining diagonally across her chest. By the time I sent her to her station behind B S Hotel, I just had to lay my hand on her two rounded moons again. So up we went again to her usual room in that former Flora Inn.
Her eyes lighted up when I handed her two boxes of Swiss chocolates….most chicks love ’em. Kekeke.
The action that followed was pretty much the same as previously. She took her time to remove my tie, shirt, pants and finally my underwear. Her bra was still white but her G-string had been changed to yellow. The body licks and the blowjob was as before too. The fj that followed was in various positions too, the only deviation being the finishing. Finally, feeling my impending ejaculation, I withdrew, took off the condom and sprayed my gooey stuff all over her heaving bosom.
She will be heading for home next Monday morning and she is not sure whether she’s coming back.
Though the overall fun was not as great as my all-time top MMs, her friendliness, good character, readiness to oblige and of course her full hefty boobs more than made up for the slight shortfall.

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bhoven
10-05-2005, 10:06 PM
Originally posted on 24-06-2003, 01:22 AM
The Consummate Professional

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silhoutte of professional; not unlike Xiao Ling

I had seen LLB numerous times and had greatly admired her lithe shapely figure. Her bosom had appeared relatively plentiful if a notch or two below my melonic standard. Still she could be considered to be well endowed...
As she sucked my cock, I thrust the stiffened tip of my tongue into the puckered hole of her rear. It was tight but I eventually managed to force almost an inch into her asshole. And so it was that I tonguefucked her anus as her head bobbed incessantly on my stalk.
All this while, her wondrous sound effects worked its aural magic, crescending at the appropriate moments. My libido was heightened beyond the normal bounds of ecstasy. I was crazed by this sex android. I was frenzied by her reciprocity of my every stroke and thrust. I was made to push myself over the limits of my physical endurance. My tortured lungs labored heavily as I poured every single once of my waning energy into bringing about the culmination of the past ten minutes of intensive hammerjacking lovemaking.

Did a search n found 4 ( !) threads on Ling Long Bell...thot it best to revive using brudder phenoms' as he gave a detailed FR which was how i discovered her 2 years ago. Anyway, sighting confirmed. She's back on a 1-month SVP and is stationed at old killing ground..previous Ocean Hotel at L 6. Hair now blondish but tattoo of rose? on left arm still there plus nose stud and cheeky funky almost Ah lian looks. Wonders of wonders..she recognized me when i did my recce an hr ago although I bonked her only twice before ( reason why later ). Never ceases to amaze me..the elephantine memory of these FLs! Or is it good PR? Anyway, gave me her new contact but was unhappy that I did not on her ( gave partly true excuse that my qi yet to recover ).

Not a FR but my recollection of the sessions with her ( since brudders who do not know her may be curious ): first session was pretty much as brudder phenom has narrated so excellently in his FR ( therefore no need to repeat as cannot write even 1/4 as well as him ). She was wild and those keen on in-your- face commando type sex will relish the experience. Myself have grown out of such energetic endeavours...these days prefer the languid relaxing GFE type bonks such as with Limei and Ah Li.... Why no follow-up then and now? My second session was a disaster. Called her at 4.30 pm when she was still sleeping ( my MO for FLs with mafus is to try and have sessions with them when they do not have to keep timing as dictated by their mafus ). She was moody ( perhaps she had not enough sleep or got bonked too many times the previous day/night and was fatigued ). Anyway, she was not enthusiastic or responsive and it was like a OMO throughout. Worse, I could not even release as the change in tempo was a real let down compared to the heightened sexcitement of the first session......thus no RTF.

To be fair, mebbe it was just one of her bad days ..you know like the lemon car assembled on Mondays. Talking to her just now, she seems discouraged
( made an hour sortie and found her still without a client on my retracement ) and will probably be an enjoyable literally eye popping bonk for those brudders who like, or wish to experience rough energy sapping sex. No need to PM me for her contact ( unless u want to arrange off - working hr bonk ) as you can easily spot her ( as I did myself two years ago just based on brudder phenpm's clues) at carpark of ex Ocean Hotel. She stays at the apartment/(hotel?) building behind. Apologies for this long post... and enjoy

phenom
14-05-2005, 03:24 PM
My deepthroating supersucker monster melons Xiao Wen is back!
Originally posted on 05-12-2004, 01:45 AM

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It had been well over six months since I last did my suckatary. She had then said that she would return to our shores pretty soon and I had regularly called her Sg hp to check her return……till I lost my hp months ago, and with it all my contact numbers. Since then, I had made numerous trips to her hunting ground at L18 & L20, hoping to bump into her.

No luck, till on Monday when Rubberband told me that he had sighted her last Friday as he was driving past GL. I immediately made a beeline to Wonderland and scoured her area for over an hour without success. Repeated the recce the next evening, again with negative results.
I scouted the vicinity once more for half an hour on Thursday after receiving further intelligence from Rubberband that he had seen her yet again on Wednesday. Sighhhhhh! I still could not manage a glimpse of my elusive suckatary.
But shortly after I left to attend a long meeting, friend of mine called me to say that he had spotted, talked to and secured the contact number of Xiao Wen. Hahaha, the benefits of having a wide circle of fellow chiongsters.

Wow!!! I was elated!!! He had not even met her before but based on my description, he had approached her, asked her name, verified that she is indeed the one, and told her of my search. I wasted no time in calling her and we arranged to meet at 3pm the following day, which is Friday.
At 2.30, I phone her and confirmed to pick her up at 3pm along L20 where she stayed. I got there on time, called her to inform her of my arrival and a few minutes late, she appeared. Those heaving mountains of flesh were the first part of her I sighted. She beamed widely upon seeing me and dropped into the seat beside me. We conversed animatedly for a few minutes before I drove the short distance to her regular workplace hotel at L18.

A quick registration and we were in the room in no time.
No doubts about it, both of us were very excited to be in each other’s arms again. She told me that she had also lost my contact and had been wondering why she had not heard from me. She had actually returned to Sg last month on the 8th and then went back to China for a few days before getting back here again last Friday, and will leave on the 15th…. perhaps for good.
We spent a good fifteen minutes sitting on the edge of the bed; in each other’s arms chatting, catching up with the half-year’s separation. As we talked, she moved to sit on my lap, gradually rubbing the valley of her ass-cheeks against my progressively hardening tool. My hands were not idle; of their own accord, they were all over her soft mighty cantaloupes, fondling, kneading, rubbing and grabbing their creamy succulence.

I was getting increasingly flustered by the excitement of her rump on my hump. She smiled at me beguilingly and brought her lips down upon mine. Like a limpet mine, she locked her mouth on my own firmly. Our thrusting tongues stabbed, parried and entwined incessantly. We drank in each other’s saliva which flowed freely from one mouth to the other. Finally, out of breath, we disengaged and stood up. Miss Suckatary proceeded to remove my clothing stitch by stitch till I was down to my pair of briefs. She then undressed herself and fully naked, she melted into my arms once again, her hands tracing the prominent outline at the front of my underwear which she peeled off eventually.
Using my stiff staff as a handle, she led me into the shower and proceeded to soap me up. I did the same to her, lingering around her majestic orbs for a lot longer than necessary. Meanwhile she lavished the same kind of attention on my family jewels, particularly the veined engorged truncheon and its smooth shiny dome.

When we were clean as can be, we dried up and hit the bed. We continued our deep frenching and oral exploration as we lay down on our sides. I moved my other shoulder down to a full supine position as Xiao Wen began to favour me with her catbath. Starting from my left ear, her tongue and lips snaked their way from my head, through my torso and along my legs to end up licking my feet. She then moved up along the insides of my thighs, zeroing in on my balls, laving on the ribbed skin and suckling the testicles in her mouth one after the other.

The buildup was both excruciatingly sweet and torturous. The highly anticipated deep-throating teeth-scrapping bbbj was cummmmming. Eyes locking onto mine, she put the tip of her tongue against the base of the underside of my towering gherkin and slowly fluttered upwards. She stopped short of the mushroom head, moved to the topside and nibbled on the surface of the shaft as she directed her dainty mouth all around the thick circumference. She re-assumed her position between my legs, lightly wrapped the fingers of one hand around my pulsating column, and ringed her saccharin lips on the purpled warhead, plunging her mouth down in one coup de grace stroke.

Wow! Wow!! Wow!!!
The déjà vu –ish feeling of her lightly gnashing teeth on my prick was out of this world. There I was again enjoying the delicious talents of one of the best blowjob artists I had ever encountered in my decades of sexperiences with WLs, FLs and Ons.
The way her teeth scrapped along my blood-filled erectile, from the very apex to the root, on her sucking mouth’s up and down journey was without equal. I had had the good fortune to taste quite a few other topnotch cocksuckers but none had Miss Suckatary’s consummate skill with the teeth. The pressure on my stalk was just right; neither too fleeting nor potentially injurious. I savoured the pure unadulterated pleasure of being deepthroated by this melonic sextoy. I basked in the gloriously sinful enjoyment of reaping the fruits of the labouring mouth of this hungry vixen. There should be a law against such unbridled debauchery but since there’s none, I just let her do her job of pandering to my insatiable lust.

Her industrious mouth worked their wondrous magic on my inflamed libido and it was all I could to keep my wad from erupting prematurely. As she blew my cock, I almost blew my mind. For close to half an hour, she slowly but surely sucked the hell of me. Many a times I was brought to the precipice of ejaculation but on each of those close-to-call occasions she managed to keep my raging fire under control by disengaging her vacuuming mouth and just let her flicking tongue on my throbbing phallus and its knobbed head maintain the steady streams of pleasure.

When my rock hard pole was no longer on edge, Xiao Wen drew herself up and positioned her inviting pussy over my ready missile. I arched up my posterior and sliced smoothly into her moist tunnel of love till my lance’s tip settled into her innermost depths. She then began to pound down on me as my hands enveloped her hanging and swinging pendulous juggs. The end won’t be much longer in coming and as she was visibly tiring from her incessant pumping, I bade her to lie down for me to finish the job.

She opened up her legs and brought her over hands to spread her pussy lips, revealing the luscious pink and glistering entrance to vaginal passage. I speared her brutally, eliciting groans of pained pleasure from her parched throat. A few fast and furious strokes later I felt the first rumblings of my seminal reservoir. Time to shield ourselves from possible calamitous consequences. I reluctantly withdrew for her to sheath my proud warrior and then resumed the attack. Barely a minute later, my floodgates folded and released torrents of hot milky juices. The white jets shot into her convulsing cunt, stopped in their tracks by the thin membrane of the prophylactic that was slipped on only a short while ago.

I collapsed upon her and kept still for a couple of minutes to savour the sweet aftermath of our gratifying love-making. Only when my defeated centurion was fully deflated did I get off and led her to the washroom. Evidences of our coital union removed, we went back to bed to embrace and french to our hearts’contend. As I sparred with her orally, my hands were again busy reshaping her giant mammary glands.

Soon, our hour was up and we had to leave. But I will be having her again early next week. If my home situation permits, I might even be over-nighting with her. Meanwhile, I will contact Doudou (my $1/- bbbj MM) to see if she will agree to a threesome with me and my suckatary. Xiao Wen had already given me the nod on my indecent proposal though she was not acquainted with Doudou. The ball is now at the latter’s feet…………..

phenom
14-05-2005, 03:30 PM
My deepthroating supersucker monster melons Xiao Wen:
the sucking continues!!!
Originally posted on 15-12-2004, 05:26 PM



Last week’s Tuesday night was awaited with much anticipation. I had planned to have a threesome with My Suckatary and My $1/-MM at one past midnight in the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Both had already agreed to my indecent proposal last week and the prospect of being bombarded with four nuclear (Dou Dou’s) and thermo-nuclear (Xiao Wen’s) BOMBS brought my fissionable trigger to a near-critical mass.
At midnight I called XW to arrange to meet up with her at her L18 workhotel an hour later. It was affirmative. I then tried to contact DD………..to no avail. Her phone was off. I tried again and again but without success. I then realised that she was due to go back home on the 6th. Damnit! My forgetfulness yet again! Then again, it doesn’t really matter. I had had many threesomes before and will continue to have them if and when the right mix comes along every now and then in the future.

I arrived outside the appointed hotel, phoned XW and within two minutes she was crossing the street with a wide smile that lighted up the moment she saw me. Arm in arm, we went to the reception, did the necessary formalities, and in no time we were once again in the room hugging and frenching like passionate lovers. After the shower, I laid back to enjoy her by-now-very-familiar mind-blowing deep-throating super bbbj.
In the event, she dished out all that I had experienced and expected…..and then more!

She had said so many times and by her actions I had taken it as no bullshit on her part. She simply adored my frankfurter. The size, the girth, the shape, the tone and the texture; it was her dream phallus. She loved my dick as much as – maybe even more so – I loved her cantaloupes. Somewhere along her sucking, licking, laving and nibbling, she requested to bite, yes BITE, my over-bloated, over-heated sausage.
She was proposing to bring her formidable oral skills on my helpless lapcheong to yet another level of sextisfaction. With familiarity, she must have grown mildly sadistic towards me.
I am not into the S&M scene but she was so enthusiastic – like a child eyeing an invitingly yummy ice cream cone – that I reluctantly acceded to her pleading and cajoling…..after a few more deep suckling of my vulnerable meat pole.

Upon my acquiescence, she let out a yelp of pure exultation and set about positioning herself comfortably for a long session of carrot munching. She laid down on her side between my legs, her right cheek resting on my left upper thigh. Her right hand hefted my balls while her left palmed my column at an angle without enclosing her fingers round it. Her mouth found the object of her hunger and her sharp teeth clamped down tentatively on my apprehensive serpent. She bit down right in the middle of the column, slowly applying more and more pressure till I cried out in pain. She then did some exploratory chomping a few times till she found the right balance between her preferred force without causing cutaneous pain and my threshold of tolerance.
For what seemed like eons, she indulged in her newflanged pastime, shifting her head from one of my thighs to the other and turning my prick every which way. She left no square centimetre of penile skin uncovered, even occasionally attacking my scrotum and my even more sensitive testicles.

As her teeth tortured me, her lips and tongue provided some diversionary solace by intermittently licking and smooching my besieged artillery. When her mouth got tired, she would lay back and let her soothing fingers run fleetingly all over my firestick and fieryballs, maintaining my weaponry at its heightened state of readiness for the final decisive battle. Between the deep sucking and heavy biting, with the intervening finger jobs thrown in, I was brought ever more precariously to the end of the world. The pleasure and to a lesser extend, the sensual pain was so extreme that I had literally forgotten about every other mortal existence.

There were just me and My Suckatary cum Miss Chomp Chomp!!!

Full credit goes to XW for her ability to control and prolong the dire situation. Whenever my insides threatened to erupt, she would slow her tempo and retreat to safe ground; only to charge forward again when my liquid gooey troops had regrouped. So the strategic buildups and tactical withdrawals alternated till she felt it was time for my Armageddon.

She cloaked my war vessel and then positioned her hovering Black Hole over my atomic warhead.
I hit my turbo thrusters and powered my way up across her Event Horizon into her spatial Wormhole.
I engaged my HyperdriveI
Maximum Warp Speed ahead!

For every action there will be an opposite and equal reaction.
XW returned my every pounding stroke with gusto. We bore into each other so hard that it was a wonder that our pubic bones did not break up into smithereens. She had also been fingering herself (my hands were too busy navigating her mountainous terrain. kekeke) earlier when she was blowing and biting me. Her flowing juices lubricated our drilling so well that smooth uneventful sailing was assured.
Our incessant power banging soon brought along the ominous rumblings.

The end will be nigh. For the finale, I turned her over to the missionary and continued the sledgehammering without missing a beat. For a few long minutes, I hit her with everything I had and she returned in kind; with interest.
As we screwed our way to our hearts’ contend, our mouths were locked together in mortal combat. My hands snaked their way to grab at the sides of her overflowing milk jugs which were being squashed between our chests. Her own upper appendages were not idle either; they raked my back with such force that I was lucky that her nails were flush against her fingertips as otherwise I would had been terribly bloodied….literally.

Arrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!
Our agonised screams pierced the midnight/early morning calm as we simultaneously supernova-ed, spewing forth white-hot jets of superheated bodily lava which were prevented from mixing into a seminal cocktail only by the thin membrane enclosing my blazing cannon.

That was one hell of an ejaculation!
Every once in a while, an eruption of titanic proportions would happen along and last Wednesday’s pre-dawn earthquake that could easily cruise past a 6.9 (I didn’t have the instruments to measure ;) ) on the Richter scale was one of those heavenly releases that reeled and numbed the senses!!!


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phenom
14-05-2005, 03:36 PM
My deepthroating supersucker monster melons Xiao Wen:
the sucking continues.....and continues!!!
Originally posted on 22-12-2004, 11:51 AM


A little more than fifty hours after that thundering explosive discharge of my viscous seminal seeds, I was once again headed for the lure of the suckingly delightful charms of Xiao Wen. The late afternoon sun was beating down mercilessly on me as I hurriedly scurried across the short distance from the carpark to the hotel (not her usual one at L18). She was already at the lobby looking out expectantly. Her smile grew broader as I approached.
“Ni Hao”, her usual greeting dispensed, she wiped at the little beads of perspiration that had formed on my face and neck with a tissue which she just fished out of her pocket.
“Bu bi tern chi”. She pulled me into the open lift and in next to no time we were in our room. Apparently she had already registered on my behalf while waiting for me. How thoughtful of her.
“Tian qi hou re orr!” She exclaimed as her fingers started to unbutton my shirt, her pursed lips blowing a stream of cool air at my neck and chest.

What followed was basically a repeat of our last rendezvous. The shower, the cuddling around, the peppering of small talk and then fifteen minutes after we stepped into our love nest; ooooooooh-aaaaaaaahh…..her zeroing mouth landing onto my erect warrior catapulted my tingling senses to the realm of erotic paradise. Her hardworking lips and tongue laboured at lapping and smooching my veined column. Her nibbling teeth then took over her determined self-appointed task of sadistically inflicting searing pangs of pain-induced pleasure; first on my blood engorged phallic rod and then all over the polished surface of its purpled domed head.
Like the previous ocassion, she hungrily set about devouring and biting my embattled warrior. Her strategy seemed to be giving no quarters and taking no prisoners. It was “suck to kill and kill to suck.” Her busy mouth worked on all fronts of my artillery emplacement. She looked like she was enjoying a sumptuous feast……..of my hot meaty sausage!

All through her power sucking and her menacing biting, my wandering hands were all over her heaving bouncing melonic monsters. I manhandled them; milking, squeezing and mangling their voluminous juiciness till they were in mortal danger of being mashed and re-sculpted beyond any semblance of their original form and substance.
She laughed at my deep fascination with her giant mumbo jumbos. She was fully aware that I had always worshipped mammoth mammaries…..the bigger the better.
Size matters, everything else is secondary! Hahaha!!

“Hao la, bu yao jai wan wo de nai re.” She chided with a sly smile. She then deposited her mountainous mass over my family jewels, trapping them between its vast luscious valley. Well lubricated by her saliva from her long blowjob, my solid shaft sliced smoothly through her abundant cleavage as she pumped her twin overgrown mounds along its hefty length.
Her hands pressed the sides of her bazookas firmly to fully ensconce my ever-straining totem pole, hemming it in tightly. As her voluptuous chest rose, it completely enveloped the rigid column and then as it fell, her mouth opened to receive the glistering tip.

Up and down, I thrust my pelvis to meet her thumping bosom.
In and out, my cockhead went past her sweet lips.
Her dripping saliva ensured that my little brother’s mammary journey remained smooth and easy.
She had been at her mouth and breast jobs for almost half an hour and soon, pearly beads of pre-cum started to ooze out from the tiny slit hole of my dickhead. Miss Suckatary repeatedly flicked out her tongue to collect those precious droplets, smacking hers lips noisily in culinary appreciation.
I went over the moon at the sight of her slutty face tasting the vanguard of my cum torrent. The end would come soon. I had a hard time mentally debating whether to shoot into her willing mouth like I did during our last romp those six long months ago.

“Tern yi xia! Wo yau……” She cried out on sensing my impending deluge and immediately withdrew from her breastly and oral assault. Her lapping tongue left a trail of cool wetness as her mouth traveled up my body to plant itself squarely on mine. As we deep kissed, her hand reached from under our bodies to grip my stovepipe. She then playfully rubbed the knobbed head against her dripping wet vulva for a minute before letting it slip pass its silken gate. She gave it a few short urgent strokes as a few groans escaped from her rumbling throat. The other hand snaked under the pillow for the earlier-opened packet of prophylactic. She took it out and moved that hand down between our bodies to skillfully slip it on my hardness which she then guided unerringly into her waiting tunnel of lust.

Aware of my hair-trigger condition, she took it easy, moving her rump at a leisurely pace. She held down my attempts to drive hard into her as she prolonged the reciprocating pistoning of my hotrod into her combusting chamber. Only when she eventually approached her climax did she allowed me to take charge.
I lost no time to command her to go down on all fours for me to spear her doggie-styled. I then reached down under her bouncing, free-swinging pendulous cantaloupes to grab what I could of them. Holding on for dear life, I rode her to a heart-wrenching soul-tearing point of no return.
We thereupon collapsed upon the rumpled bedsheets and dozed off lazily into the grey border between quasi-awakeness and peaceful slumber. And as per my preceding sessions with her, we were reminded that our hour was up by the intruding ringing of the bedside phone into our light nap. We quickly washed up and went on our separate ways.

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No, this is not XW



Epilogue:
I had planned to up XW again before she left for her home in the afternoon of last Tuesday. Accordingly, we made arrangements for an overnighter from 1am. However, I was diverted to Indolane at L12 on late Monday night while trying to pass the time before our agreed meeting. I was walking nonchalantly by when suddenly I came face to face with a pair of obscenely monstrous melons.
They were much much bigger than the already very much oversized Suckatary. I stopped dead in my tracks. She was chatting away on her handphone but when she noticed me starring transfixed at her gargantuan globes she smiled and reached out a hand to hold one of mine. I had no choice. My fate was sealed. We went across to the f-shop opposite and did our stuff (I will post my FR on her at a later date in my Indo thread).

At half past twelve I made my call to XW.
I was then in half a mind whether to withdraw from my original intention to pass the night with her.
You see, she had hours earlier told me that her period had just started and I had replied that it doesn’t matter as just some dtbbbj from her will do and I can always cum in her mouth.
As we talked, she said that she had just came back from supper with another regular of hers and that I can go to her room immediately. At that moment I chickened out. I just had my lust stiated with the Indo flesh mountain and I was thinking that I might be too tired to be sucked so comprehensively again. (Actually it turned out that I was very wrong as barely an hour later I ended up banging another Indo chick but that’s another story.)
I made some excuses to the effect that I had to go back home and so had no choice but to cancel our appointment. At noon I called her to bid goodbye and Godspeed. So it was sayonara till she returns to our shores in a month or more. Meanwhile, I will wait to be re-activated by her SMS when she does.

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phenom
14-05-2005, 03:49 PM
Clone? of My Dragon Pearl
Originally posted on 09-01-2005, 06:23 PM

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Not since my ecstatical encounter in September ’03 with the incomparable Ying Ying aka My Dragon Pearl ( http://forum.sammyboy.com/showpost.php?p=537274&postcount=27 http://forum.sammyboy.com/showpost.php?p=537310&postcount=32 ) had I come across another MM who shared so much chemistry with me. Although she trails behind Ying Ying in terms of melons and carnal skills, my latest MM discovery is on a par where the exquisite GF treatment factor is concerned.

The initial circumstances of our first contact were eerily similar. Like the events of sixteen month ago, I let my same visiting Indo friend have the first shot at the MM who then went along for a ride with us when I sent him to his home in Katong after their tryst. And like before, my earlier intention to have her only the next day was brought forward on our ride back to GL when our close physical contact brought forth my rising tide of desire.

It all began when I was having dinner in the evening of 5/1/05 at L20 with a group of friends that included the aforementioned Indo friend who hails from Bandung; and another chiongster from Jakarta, my longtime buddy Ximen.
Earlier in the afternoon, Ximen had picked a MM called Ai Ping and they had formed an immediate bonding in both the carnal and soul departments. She had latched on to him and had agreed to be with him till his planned return to his home on Friday night.

Midway through our dinner, Ai Ping left us for a minute to bring along her roommate who had just finished turning a trick to join us. When the two girls appeared, six pairs of buaya eyes were trained on the newcomer. She had brown over-shoulder length hair, looked to be in the region of 1.55 metre and was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and figure-hugging white sleeveless and neckless top. Her prominent tits were sub-melonic by my voracious standard but were favourably accentuated by her relatively slim frame.

She did not have the look of the typical MM. Her sharp facial features lent her an exotic appearance and my first impression was of the Purple Clothed Dragon Queen, one of the top exponents of the Ming Sect in Jin Yong’s Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre. (She did bear a passing resemblance to the actress who portrayed that wuxia character in the first TVB version that starred Adam Cheng.)

For me it was not lust at first sight as her mammary assets though substantial enough by normal reckoning fell a tad short of my “juggs” standard of measure. But to two of my companions who kept oggling her for the almost two hours that we were eating, drinking and merry-making, she must be like a sex goddess for their obviously rising libido. I was seated next to her and though I could see that she was consciously making efforts not to engage me too much during our group’s inane cokking, her knee was telling a different story under the table.

Tentatively at first but gradually more boldly, she surreptitiously rubbed that part of her lower appendage against mine whenever my attention was focused on other members of our little gathering. And whenever I caught her looking at me from the corner of her eye, she would blushing-ly break eye contact immediately. As time passed, I found myself increasingly attracted to her, though not to the extent of putting her into my immediate must-bonk list.

Soon, our dinner party broke up. Ximen paired off with Ai Ping for a night of rapturous ecstasy and the othe guys went their own ways. As my Bandung buddy would be flying home the next morning, I decided to let him try her out first. Like before, he was hesitant but upon my assurance that according to my judgement (of which he trusted a lot due to previous experiences) she will be a good lay, he agreed to have a go. Leaving him to partake in the indulgement of carnal pleasures, I went off on a sightseeing tour of the parading GL MMs with another forummer.

Thirty-five minutes later, my Bandung friend called to say that he had finished. I went over to the hotel to send him to his abode in Katong. He greeted me with a megawatt smile that would easily light up the whole of GL. So I was spot on. She had dished out exemplary service. I told her that I would be sending my two companions back, the other guy all the way to Bedok and asked her whether she would like to come along for the ride. She nodded barely perceptibly but her expectant eyes had shone brightly upon my suggestion. That reinforced my creeping feeling of a latent affinity between us.

After I had dropped off my two fellow chiongsters, she became increasingly coquettish. She had earlier along the journey told me to send her home to her boarding house in L28 as it was nearing midnight but as the drive progressed her stroking hand traveled more extensively and boldly.
From running her fingers along my arm, her palm came to rest upon my thigh. It lay there for a while before creeping ever so slowly towards the root of men’s evil.

Needless to say, I did not drop her off at L28. Instead, I drove straight to a hotel at L18, did the registration formalities and in a jiffy, we were inside the room. But we did not get straight to the monkey business. For fifteen minutes, we lie on the bed fully clothed, holding hands and engaging in general conversation. She together with Ai Ping been in Sg for over a week but were covering the KTV scene instead of prowling the streets and backlanes before deciding to hit the road. In fact, it was their very first day in GL when my Jakarta buddy Ximen came across Ai Ping in L20 earlier in the afternoon. She’s 25 and Ai Ping is 22. Both hail from a village near Fuzhou city in Fujian province.

Pretty soon, we got up and undressed. She unveiled a pair rounded sub-melons that fitted nicely into my palms….with a little room to spare. Still, in relation to her body’s small girth, she could be considered big-boobed by the average man’s yardstick. With generally fair and somewhat reasonably smooth skin, her overall package could past muster at the L12/L14 parade of S$80 category. At her L18/L20 rate of S$50 w/o room, she is more than a bargain even without factoring in her what-turned-out-to-be virtually 5-star service.

She did not join me at the shower as she already had hers a short while ago. No matter on this score and I did not push it. When I was clean as can be, I joined her in bed, snuggling into her warm body to negate the after-chill effect of the shower. In such intimate proximity, we drank in the animal scent of each other’s body. Our busy hands explored each other as our scorching mouths locked in deep breath-sucking saliva-cross-flowing frenching.
There was a sense of realist urgent passion in our foreplay…..way beyond the perfunctory moves of the usual commercial interchange of sexual favours. It brings to mind my aforesaid episodes with My Dragon Pearl of almost one and a half years ago.

We took a breather from our heavy oral parrying. She laid her head on my chest, a hand playfully wandering around my nipples as we engaged in more small talk. She then started to lick my body, wet tongue painting my neck and ears before moving south to cover every single square inch of my torso. That done, she continued onto my legs and feet, stopping short of the toes. She turned me over face down and cat-bathed the back of my body and legs, completely enveloping me with a cold sheen of a copious amount of her saliva. My nerves tingled with excitement from her lapping and fluttering tongue. I involuntarily shivered and convulsed with her merciless oral onslaught. I told her I couldn’t take the torturous pleasure anymore.

She giggled, executed a long forceful tongue stroke from the back of my neck all the way down one leg to its heel and then turned me over again. She did not pause but instead zoomed onto my skyward-pointing rigid column. One hand held its thick pulsating stem as her dainty mouth circled the bloated head and sucked deeply. Unlike [i]My Suckatary Xiao Wen[i] she could not deepthroat; much as she tried, the most she could devour was three quarters of my meat pole. What she concentrated on was sucking the heavens out of my dickhead. As her lips clamped tightly on one third of my length, her tongue would do their artful twirling and dancing around the smooth dome inside her mouth whilst her puffing cheeks did their best to pump the yang essence out of my dragon sabre. The pleasure I derived from her cockhead sucking skill is no less than that of XW’s superlative teeth-scrapping deepthroating blowjob.

Almost twenty minutes of her potentially amnesia inducing fellatio later, she clambered on top of me and began a fun roller coaster ride into the threshold of nirvanaland. When I felt the warning signs of the impending seminal tsunami, I assumed the missionary position, held onto her delightful twin mounds and jackhammered her into tidal waves of sexual gratification…amid her plaintive cries of pleasurable throes.
As the staccato of my hot spurts of sperm shot machinegun-like into the tip of the prophylactic, her contracting vaginal walls sent undulating rings of constricting pleasure along entire the length of my penile column. Our climax was so intense that it left us thoroughly drained..….till we were almost comatose in its aftermath.

phenom
14-05-2005, 04:01 PM
Clone? of My Dragon Pearl; continuation..............
Originally posted on 09-01-2005, 06:25 PM



Five minutes of rest and she led me into the bathroom to shower us together, lovingly cleaning up my still-hard stovepipe. By then the hour was almost up and we got ready to leave. I took out a fifty-bill to hand it to her……BUT she smilingly said NO, “Wo tang ni shi peng you. Bu yau ni de chian!”

WHAT!!! I know that we had it hit off amazingly well but for her not to accept payment for services rendered is simply beyond my comprehension and acceptance. I spent over ten minutes arguing with her and lecturing her on the inadvisability of letting feelings and emotions get in the way of financial pursuits. Finally, I managed to put my foot in and forcefully slip the money into her handbag….but she got in the last word and stated that she will not accept any cash from me on our subsequent rendezvous. WELL, WE SHALL SEE ABOUT THAT!


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Later, on checking out, I was fined for exceeding the time limit by the hotel ~!@#$%^&*~

BTW, she had asked me not to disclose her name, which is her actual hometown nickname. In case anyone came across her, she is willing to be known as Ker Ker.
And as before, I will give out her contact only to those whom I am acquainted with. Three of my friends already had the good fortune of being serviced by her and more will in the coming days.
For those who don’t know me personally, don’t waste my time and yours by pm-ing me. I will never respond.
For some others who know someone who knows me, get that person to contact me and not ask me to contact that person as one samster had tried previously….well, you know who you are.

phenom
14-05-2005, 04:57 PM
Clone? of My Dragon Pearl………the RTFs
Originally posted on 16-01-2005, 11:30 AM

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The next evening we again gathered for a long dinner with the two girls at the same venue after which we went over to Bugis to browse the knick-knack stalls. Ximen was heading for home the following day and he wanted to have a threesome with both the MMs for the night. As it was then still early, we adjourned to a karaoke lounge to dither away the night.

I RTF “Clone? Of My Dragon Pearl” only late on Friday night; after yet another long L20 dinner before sending off Ximen to the airport. After dropping Ai Ping off to ply her trade at L18/20, we duly snuggled up for a repeat of our first tryst at a nearby hotel. The foreplay, catbath, intense cockhead sucking bbbj and climatic fj were pretty much in the same vein of the initial encounter. I sent her back to her boarding house did not rendezvous with her again till the following Wednesday afternoon; after her return from a two-nighter in KL.
She was on an overnight train and had arrived in sg in the morning. I picked her up in the mid-afternoon for a light meal and then we were off for an hour-plus session of torrid carnal play.

Quite a few of my acquaintances had already had her but damnit; so pleased were most of them with the service she dished out that they tipped her very generously…….so much so that she told me she would like to make it as standard for a hour-long package for a hundred dollars. Talk about market spoilers….sigh!! (I am guilty too as the gifts I lavished on her exceeded that amount though she continued to not accept any payment from me.)
But that being said, I would still consider the price as value for money since what she served up is at least on a par with the better GL cat 150s; and of a higher level that the average of that category.

Her Sg visa is up till the 26th of this month, after which she have to go over to either LOS or Indoland for a few days. Then she will be here again for up to a month…..if everything goes smoothly for her.

phenom
14-05-2005, 05:05 PM
The Slut
Originally posted on 27-01-2005, 10:51 PM


No time to pound out my usual longish FRs; so here’s a somewhat shortie one:

I spotted a slutty vixen dressed in all white behind BS at L17 yesterday afternoon. Though the sight of her tight voluptuous body managed to harden my libildo, I was not really that interested as she is not of the melons category.
But in the late evening when I was there again, accompanying some out-of-town visitors, she accosted me and started to go all enchantingly demure. In an enticing voice calculated to melt any last vestiges of reluctance on my part, she promised me stratospheric levels of sextisfaction.
Damnit, this non-melons had succeeded in getting my naughty little brother’s attention. She quoted sixty without room, which was a tad higher than the usual “standard” price of fifty with or without. I told her I wouldn’t go beyond the upper strata of the market rate there. She nodded sweetly in agreement to my “bargaining”and led me to H81 at L15.
Her body was slim and almost perfectly shaped, those rounded half-grapefruits looked delicious despite their gross lack of the mighty heftiness that I normally prefer. Her skin though not that smooth was fair enough. Her thick long golden hair tied in a ponytail lent an air of exoticness to her demonic demeanor.
She conveyed an impression of a sex mistress about to lord over her helpless slave. The way she almost torn off my clothes reinforced her air of sexual-activities superiority.
Both shorn of all encumbering fabrics, she led me to the bathroom for a vigorous shower. After drying up, she bade me to lie down on bed and told me not to move even a single hair. Her eyes piercing seductively into mine, she started her stabbing licks all over my body. Her hardened tongue would jab into any random spot and then her lips would smack down and suck deeply on the skin. When she did that on my nipples, my nerves were almost crippled by the electrifying sensations.
The travelling tongue and lips eventually landed on my groin area. She lifted up my legs to bring my knees against my chest and zoomed onto my anus. Her sword-like striated muscle rimmed around the puckered hole for a minute before thrusting into my asshole. Arrrrgh!!! I was being violated!!!
Luckily her anal assault on me did not last long and she soon began to work on my testicles, gobbling up my balls hungrily. She left her best for the last; her tongue painting of my impossibly hard phallic column left me in a tangled mass of nerveless amoebic heap. Just when I thought I would die from pure pleasure, her lips ringed around my angry purpled head and tongue began its sweeping orbit all over its smooth spherical surface.
Then came a maneuver that I had yet to come across in all my decades of being at the receiving end of superlative blowjobs. For lack of a more succinct descriptive phrase, I would term it as “a powerful stepped ringing vacuuming down-and-up-ward enveloping of my entire pulsating rod”. The lips would grip tightly around my thickened circumference at the head and travel all the way to the root in constricting steps of about an inch, the fast opening and closing lips moving down the veined pillar till her nose smashed into my pubic hair. She will pause for a few seconds before repeating the action upwards…..all the while gazing whorishly in my eyes. I was able to wear her out after almost ten minutes; with her resting her mouth a couple of times in between. . (She later remarked that most of the men she did that to would cum in a few minutes.)
Then she capped my eager warrior and lowered herself onto me. She rode me hard till she started to perspire; thereupon I turned her over and drilled her till kingdom cum.
The time taken for the whole delicious episode was 35 minutes from stepping into the room and getting out. The only thing I dislike about her is that she demanded (demurely) to be paid first. But after her dishing out of an almost first-class deepthroating blowjob, I happily gave her the extra ten quids she smilingly asked for at the end of it all. So the total damage for an extremely sextifying carnal romp was a reasonable $70/-.
Her name is Ping Ping and she claimed to be twenty-five which I believe she had generously subtracted from the actual figure.


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phenom
13-01-2006, 07:46 PM
This thread is being refreshed for the benefit of Rainman.

Due to my numerous trips to Indo and Pinoyland (especially the many many ecstatic romps with my heavenly Starr), I have not been very active on the local MM scene last year.
Yeah, only the sporadic bonks when I was accompanying my overseas visitors or being jio-ed by some local kakis.
Of course there were also the number of calls from the ever-more popular Doudou.....but my best MM of last year was when I was activated by My Dragon Pearl Ying Ying (whom I had not seen for the last 26 months) a few days before X'mas. As she was unable to get a visa to enter Sg, she went to Malaysia and I drove all the way to Malacca to renew our carnal connections.
I will post my Fr on that saccharine weekend in due course; when time permits.