"Is it really that hard to get in?"Maureen, the local light-skinned girl seems to be struggling to aim the solid missile of the grown man beneath her at her untouched cleavage while squatting down.Maureen's wide eyes closed once she got the right spot.The density both thrilled and hurt her. Maureen had to bite her lower lip to keep the sound from escaping so that the owner of the missile would not wake up."It hurts ...."Maureen fell silent, letting hers swallow the rough flesh inside entirely. Her long, lustrous eyelashes even looked damp though no tears had fallen.Both of Maureen's calves were already clinging to the surface of the mattress, flanking the firm thighs underneath, when the throbbing came.Slowly the sting on Maureen's innermost walls created an instinct that forced her to move. Maureen... was still unfamiliar with the vibrations that ran through the entire surface of her skin.Her joints relaxed every time she lifted her hips high, then sank back down again with t
Darren couldn't get over Maureen taking advantage of him when he was completely exhausted.He wanted to blame the motion sickness that took over his consciousness as soon as he reached the pillow.Maureen sat on the edge of the bed hugging the folds of her legs, facing Darren who chose to lean against the opposite wall.A few minutes passed in silence as the owner of tantalizingly curly eyelashes that fluttered shut faced the fierce scrutiny of her idol."Your period?" asks Darren, remembering how much his seed fills the space inside Maureen's hole.If he had to take responsibility, Darren would consider it. The vast gulf between them was not only a personal matter, but it might also break up the closeness of two families.He waited for the answer and stuffed both hands in his pants pockets. His shoulders rose, overwhelmed with all the possibilities of the future.Though Maureen continued to be mesmerized by the open view of the beautifully displayed athletic figure. Faint silky hair
Randy was surprised to find two humans of the opposite sex making out on the floor of the room.Maureen still had her legs wrapped around Darren's waist as she draped her arms around the shirtless man's neck.Their kiss was only broken when they heard a call. Both turned around, Randy was already girded at the waist, glaring and demanding a wordless explanation.Maureen and Darren were finally forced to sit in the living room, awaiting judgment when Maureen's twin sister and her father arrived."What did the kids do wrong?" asked Abra, Maureen's father, after taking a seat on the sofa across from them as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "How come they're all so quiet?"The two youngsters in front of him looked down.Darren placed a sofa cushion on Maureen's lap, covering his exposed groin when cross-legged. He wore a T-shirt pulled from the closet, rumpled and rushed.Without offering anything, Randy sat firmly on the single sofa between them. "We have something to talk about. I
"How about me, Sir?" Darren looked down again. Even if he raised his face, he tended to avoid the gaze of everyone in the room.His principle of restraint had been defeated by the person closest to him.His fists in his lap unraveled, moving to grip his knees and speak up."Look, I already have someone else to introduce to Mom and Dad. I have also talked to Mother about my future.""Uncle never told me!" protested the occupant of the seat next to Darren.The shrill voice hurts the ears. If I had to choose, Maureen's breath is much more melodious when it comes to her.Darren felt even more guilty for remembering it again.Maureen threw a sofa cushion at Darren's face. Her face was already bright red as she stomped away from the men.The plan in the big map that Darren had designed since long ago had to be put forward."Well, it turns out Darren himself already has a choice." Abra, Maureen's father chose to lean back, much more relaxed than before.It wasn't that he didn't appreciate hi
“I want to break up with Reval and celebrate that as well.” Maureen couldn't accept being the one left out. She had to make an impression worth fighting over that night.“Again?” Serena turned the car into the parking lot, obeying Maureen's request.The momentary stop gave Serena a chance to argue, “You don't count how many exes you have?”The advice was just an afterthought. Maureen covered her ears with her forefingers until her best friend could be seen taking a deep breath.Maureen picked up her handbag from one of the piles at the back, “Talk to my hand, Beb!” and thrust out a black card with a limit issued by a local bank.Serena immediately cheered in agreement. There was no refusal. Pool parties call for sexy, seductive bikinis, Maureen thought.The hotel location was their immediate destination after shopping for clothes for the next two days.Maureen felt the need for a vacation after the trial and the party. She would not ask her mother for permission for a second reason.“
“Coming too, Say?” Aletta welcomed Maureen under the pergola designed to provide shade for the party hosts.The outdoor space usually filled with sets of picnic chairs was replaced by various colorful waterproof beanbags and beach chairs.“I told you earlier to look atfor a second.” Maureen scanned the faces that passed by her. “Crowded too.”Maureen nodded, following the beat of the music played by the female dj under another pergola.As the night wore on, it seemed like the party atmosphere was getting wilder. Alcoholic drinks circulated easily, picked up from the scent that was very familiar to the nose of the woman who had just turned two-three. The girls were getting bolder and bolder clinging to their men disgustingly.It was no mistake that Maureen and Serena waited for bedtime to pass by by reporting to the parents who still thought they were babies and needed to be watched closely.“Hi, B*tch!” greeted Aletta after seeing the presence of Serena who followed standing next to M
“What else is there to explain, Ima?” Darren grabbed his wife's grip that had slipped. “Seriously, she is my cousin.”Legally, Maureen was indeed registered as the child of Darren's biological aunt, Natasha. The reason is none other than because Natasha and Abra's marriage is legally official and benefits both parties. Meanwhile, Maureen's biological mother, Aya, only got legally married a year after Darren's aunt passed away.Complicated. The majority of the local community still considers biracial relationships to be a close family that cannot marry. So, Darren felt safe referring to the twins as his cousins even though they were not blood.“Suite room only, ma'am, the regular one.” Darren immediately confirmed the room reservation, along with handing over his ID card and cashless payment to the receptionist on duty.“Is there really no secret?” Iqlima's peaceful impression had already turned spoiled when she found Darren's gaze continuing to avoid answering. “You're wasting your fa
"How is she, Uncle?" Serena tried to contact the other contacts in her message room.Her feet kept stomping the floor every time she walked towards the terrace barrier, searching among the crowds of the pool, then quiet again at the change in Maureen's cell phone screen."Oh, My! Aunt Aya keeps calling me again. What do you think, Uncle?"Serena's thin voice tends to get rowdy, disrupting Darren's concentration on checking the suitability of the hotel facilities he had passed through with the typing of the report.[Why must connect with Ririn again?]The name hasn't changed since Darren carried the baby version of Maureen. It's not hard to remember.Disappointed, yes. Maureen seemed to be taking an increasingly distant path from him, heard from his grandfather's complaints every time we met.Parties and parties, not to mention unfortunate expenses.Though for Darren himself, Maureen's consumptive level is still reasonable compared to his wife. All have the same basis, attracting the e
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo