ေယာကၤ်ားေတြဘာျဖစ္လို႕ အဲလိုလုပ္ခ်င္ရတာလဲ

ေယာကၤ်ားေတြဘာျဖစ္လို႕ အဲလိုလုပ္ခ်င္ရတာလဲ

က်မအမွန္အတိုင္းဝန္ခံရရင္ ေယာကၤ်ား ႏွစ္ဆယ္ေယာက္အထက္နဲ႕ အိပ္ဘူးတယ္။ ပထမဆုံးက်မကို အပ်ိဳရညဖ်က္လိုက္တဲ့ ျမန္မာျပည္ကဆရာကေနစျပီး ခုလပ္တေလာ က်မနဲ႕ ခ်စ္ေနတဲ့ John အထိ အဲလိုလုပ္ရတာ ၾကိဳက္ၾကတယ္။ သူတို႕ေတြက ပထမေတာ့ ႏွုတ္ခမ္းနမ္းတာနဲ႕စပါတယ္။ အဲလိုေနတုန္းမွာ သူတို႕လက္ေတြက က်မ ကိုယ္အႏွံ႕ ေလွ်ာက္ပြတ္ေနတတ္တယ္။ တခ်ိဳ႕လဲ ခ်ိဳစို႕ေပးတယ္။ အမ်ားစုကေတာ့ ေျခေပးေလ့ရွိပါတယ္။ အဲ ေနာက္တဆင့္ကေတာ့ က်မ ေအာက္ပိုင္းကို ခြၽတ္ဖို႕ၾကိဳးစား ေတာ့တာပဲ။ အဲလိုအခါမ်ိဳးမွာ က်မက ကူေပးရတာေပါ့ေလ။ ဘရာစီရာ မခြၽတ္တတ္တဲ့ ေယာကၤ်ားေတြလဲ ေတြ႕ဘူးတယ္။

က်မေျပာခ်င္တဲ့ "အဲလို" ဆိုတာ သူတို႕ေတြ က်မကိုယ္ေအာက္ပိုင္းကို ေလွ်ာဆင္းသြားျပီး က်မရဲ့ ဟိုဟာေလးကို နမ္းေပး တာကိုေျပာတာ။ ပထမေတာ့ ဖြဖြေလး ပါပဲ။ ျပီးရင္ သူတို႕လွ်ာၾကမ္းၾကီးေတြနဲ႕အတင္း လ်က္ေတာ့တာပါပဲ။ က်မက ပထမေတာ့ က်င္တာေပါ့ေလ။ ေနာက္ပိုင္းေတာ့ ခံႏိုင္လာတယ္။ တခ်ိဳ႕ဆို လွ်ာကို ဟိုးအထဲထိေတာင္ ေရာက္ေအာင္ထည့္ၾကတယ္။ က်မကေတာ့ ဘယ္လိုပဲ လ်က္ေပးေပး ၾကာလာတာနဲ႕အမွ် ပိုပိုေကာင္းလာတာပါပဲ။ မရွက္ႏိုင္ေတာ့ပါဘူး။ ညည္းတြားရင္းနဲ႕ပဲ သူတို႕ကေခါင္းကို ကိုယ္လိုသလိုလက္နဲ႕ထိန္းေပးရင္း ေပါင္ကိုေတာ့ပိုကားေပးမိတယ္။ တခ်ိန္မွာေတာ့ က်မ အထြ႗္အထိပ္ကိုေရာက္ေတာ့တာပါပဲ။တကိုယ္လုံးက်င္တက္လာျပီး ေလထဲေျမာက္သြားသလိုခံစားလိုက္ရတယ္။ အဲဒါမ်ိဳးဆ ိုသူတို႕ေခါင္းေတြကို က်မေပါင္ၾကားနဲ႕အတင္းဆြဲကပ္ျပစ္လိုက္မိတာခ်ည့္ပဲ။ က်မစဥ္းစားတယ္။ ေယာကၤ်ားေတြဘာလို႕မ်ားအဲလိုလုပ္ခ်င္တာလဲလို႕။ ေမးဘူးတယ္။ အဲလိုလုပ္တာဘာေကာင္းလို႕လဲလို႕။ ေျဖၾကတယ္။ ၾကိဳက္လို႕တဲ့။ အံ့ေရာပဲ။ တခ်ိဳ႕ကရွိေသးတယ္။ က်မကို သူတို႕မ်က္ႏွာေပၚတက္ထိုင္ခိုင္းျပီး ေအာက္ကေန ျမိန္ေရ ရွက္ေရ စုပ္ေပးေသးတယ္။ ေနာက္မွဆက္ေျပာဦးမယ္။

မ်ိဳးဥမၼာ

Sammy and me

"Myo, shall we go out tonight?" Sammy told me while he was checking record books at work. It was Friday afternoon. Summer time. Midland is heart of British rural life. Everything is beautiful outside. People were enjoying fantastic weather.

I had no point to decline his suggestion. Of course. I liked him. He was from Egypt. At work, he was 3 yours senior than me. He was very kind with a big smile. We had been working together at a same place for 4 months, during which I had to take his supports several times for patient care. He also looked after me personally what I really enjoyed. He was very strong with manly face.

We agreed to meet at hospital main entrance at 6PM. Of course. I needed some time to change my clothes. To clean myself as well. I normally kept a spare top and skirt in my locker. I took these and went down to changing room. My god. I found myself. I was so excited. So I had to change my undies as well.

He put on a nice black shirt with lee cooper jeans. He looked quite fresh, showing he had a shower. We ordered cab. When we went to pub, we normally took taxi. You know we could not drive on drink. As it was Friday evening, over half of chairs had been already occupied. We chose a small table at the corner. He offered me to buy drink. No objection. He took Stella. I ordered Bacardi freezer with strawberry flavour. We talked randomly. We drank one after one. He had been a good listener all the time. But he had an special interest about my past time love story. For me, no need to keep these secret. I talked about my first affair with my teacher who took my virginity at the age of 16. I still had guilty feeling for it. He sighed deeply. He looked sad. He hold my hands gently, requesting I would stop as he was not able to listen anymore.

On our return way in the taxi, his hand was on my shoulder. My head was leaning against his right chest. I liked his body deodorant what I did not know the brand. I could feel his breath hitting my cheek. But it was not too long. We got back to our hospital accommodation. I must say I still wanted his sensational touch. So I asked him if he fancied a cup of coffee in my place. He came along with me saying thanks. Of course, it was what we normally saw about couples in the movies who wanted to go further after drink.

In my room, I put coffee and sugar into our mugs while waiting for boiling water. He was standing right behind me. At that point, he just hold my shoulders with his hands and kissed my neck gently. No. It was not a kiss. Just touching with his lips to my neck. But my whole body was shivering with excitement. I just turned backwards without any intention, touching our chests each other. He embraced me tightly. He started kissing my lips with a deep desire. I did response. His hands had been running on my back. I felt weak. He was very expert. He did undo my bra in a couple of seconds and began to rub my breasts. I did not refuse. But I tried to hide my face into his chest. He kissed my forehead, sides of my face and then my neck. And then he lifted my top. His nose had been rubbing my belly and my chest. Later, it stopped on my nipples. My god. I felt I was going to die under his kisses. He put my right nipple into his mouth, teasing with his tongue. He bit it gently. He did not leave my left breast alone. He had been squeezing it. At that point, I was no longer feeling shy. I was holding his head and guiding him as I wanted to.

To be continued... ( I have to go. Now my man arrived for dinner. )
Of course, this man is not Egyptian.

My new boy friend from Egypt

Hello readers,

I will post my recent story with my new boyfriend who is an Egyptian. He is so gorgeous. Very strong man. 5 ft 11 inch. He is a surgeon. We met first time at last x-mas party.

Hopefully, I will post my full love story soon.

I'm back

Hi

Sorry for staying away from blog community for such a long time. I went back to Myanmar after a family problem. My native town has no internet access. It is in central Myanmar. So I didn't have a chance to post on my blog. Hopefully I can continue my own stories soon.

My first extra-marital affair with my playmate (Part 2)

In the Anisakhan farm, he just took a glance at me. Then he entered the kitchen which was not so spacious, but rather dark and there were flakes of carbon particles on the undersurface of thatch roof which must be remnants of smoke. I saw he was trying to open a wine bottle that was a local produce. He said: Shall we have wine. This is really good one. He poured the wine for us. I refused and told him we had to ride the bike on our return way. He went on: Don't worry, it's ok, wine is not like spirit. I didn't want him to see me a fussy girl as some girls from some Yangon societies. They usually pretended in front of the strangers as if they had never seen those stuffs and they have never done before, but they might booze at private parties. I saw a girl visiting Mandalay who brought her own spoon and folk to eat rice and her facial expression showed that she looked down others who didn't use these utensils like her. Now I learnt that it is only Myanmar people who use both spoon and folk holding on each hand to bring solid food from their plate to put into the mouth. I simply took a cup of wine and drunk. I could do easily as it was only a china ware plain tea cup. A hot sensation went down from my back of tongue to the throat, leaving an exotic smell with sweet taste. I liked that in the first instance. He didn't need to offer me next cups. He just only sipped the wine I saw, but ate too much tea leave salads and fried dried mutton. He said he was hungry. The weather was cold, wine made me feel good, he was strong and handsome, nobody else inside the rather dark small cottage. So I went wild. I took off my jacket and handed to him to check if my new perfume (Elizabeth Erdin- I think Red Door) is good. He sniffed without touching it. I said: you don’t seem to get a good smell. I moved and stood beside him and I hold his head with my hands and pulled it toward me, engaging his face and nose with my right breast and arm pit. He appreciated that. His nose just crawled on the part of my bust and partly invaded inside the armpit. He simply said it was good. I didn't know what was really good he meant, my breast or my perfume. He had his nose rub over my breast and my arm for a while. One interesting thing was that his arms didn't touch me while doing nose job.(You may remember The Notting Hill, Hugh Grant put his hands away from Julia Robert when she gave him a desperate kiss in his flat) I think that film was in 2000-2001. But the similar thing had happened in Myanmar in early 1990. I had to lean toward him a bit for better contact. And then I just sat down on him. My arse was directly on his both thighs. I didn't kiss him, but bit his lower lip. I received his perfect kisses within a second. His warm kisses moved from my starved lips to neck, my upper busts. This time, his hands were around my waist, some fingers were trying to invade underneath my jeans from the back. He squeezed my bums. I felt good as I was receiving massage service. He also rubbed gently my belly with his palm. After sometime, his expert fingers had already unzipped my jeans. He hold and pushed a bit, trying to get me a standing position. And then he slipped down my jeans to the knee level. My panties had been exposed. He cuffed my pubic mountain with his four fingers and squeezed it. I had to accommodate them by putting my feet apart a bit. His fingers were wonderful. He gave the pressure my entire furrow in upward direction with those four fingers. He rubbed. He cuffed. He squeezed. He was masturbating me. My eyes were close. I felt my love juice had oozed out of my panties and reached his fingers and palm. He treated me in reverse order. Now he raised my bra and sucked my whole breast. More than half of it was inside his mouth. He also tried to bit the whole breast, but he got only 2 third of it. He squeezed my bums at the same time. I didn't pretend as if I was a sex beginner. He also knew very well I had been a long relationship with Tun Tun. I checked his manhood with my right hand. Already too hard. I tried to release that small animal which had been kinky under his tight under pants. I was compared him with Tun Tun. The same length, but his instrument was thicker and darker, no skin at the tip. I said: You miss something and I need to check what it's. I began to suck the rod. I kissed its soft tip. I licked along the undersurface line. I put his balls inside my mouth. My tongue had tried to reach inside the pinkish opening. He moaned too loud. I did like that as my personal preference was thick and long dick, not thin and long one. In many literatures, they wrote that the size is not important. As for me, nothing pleasure with small size penis. I mean I may get pleasure, but I only get full pleasure with full size penis (well over 6 inches). Some women may answer they don't care size, love and method are also important. That is wrong in my point of view. Your wife may be satisfied with your small penis, but if she had a chance to have a sex with an average black man successfully, she may leave you if circumstances are right for her OR she may keep affair with that guy with big dick. You may understand what I mean SUCCESSFULLY. Your small penis will not give an enough massage action to inner part of our vaginas. It may just touch, encouraging women to seek better service.( If you want to know, I will tell you later where the points are in women you must not miss, but in this forum, almost all are sayargyis). Ok, shall we continue my story. I stroked his cock. I sucked it again, I did like that alternately. His tip became salty with his juices. But I didn't allow him to get orgasm. I just stopped what I was doing. I took off my jean trousers and my blue nylon panties. I lain down on the dining table which was at the centre of the cottage. It was made of thick timber, not a fine craft. He was in standing position. He lifted my legs on his shoulders. He rubbed my vagina with his cock for a few time. I moaned with some excitement. He inserted his whole shaft in a desperate way. With the power of a horse, he began to have sex with me. Whenever he trusted me, the great pleasure emerged from inside the lower tummy. I think he took only 10 minutes. I deposited his juice inside my canal. Hi guys! Ask your wives and partners if they are aware when you came inside them. If they don't know, they may not follow your pleasure or your cock may be too small. I can feel when men came inside me. In the last minute, his cock got bigger and tougher a bit. He used more force. I mean his thrusts got intense. He also moaned. The obvious thing is his cock got bigger and vibrated inside me and pushing my womb upwards forcefully. (I mean towards my breast direction). I also got a great pleasure. Better than eating Burmese tea leave, These are typical characteristic of when a man comes inside me. But I have never tried small cock, apart from Ko Kyaw who is my physics teacher and who took my virginity at 16. Hi girls, if you don't have such experience yet, you should try with better partner. Burmese people traditionally eat sweat snacks after main meal. Likewise, S still put his cock inside my vagina for a while. And then, he kissed and licked my legs and thighs. We got back to Mandalay at about 7. I asked him to drop me somewhere near my private room Tun Tun and I jointly rented. I was so tired maybe due to a bike trip or maybe due to a vigorous sex or a combination of them. When I got to the room, Tun Tun was there, awaiting me. I had to rush into the bathroom to clean my body. I took more time than normal in the bathroom for the sake of Tun Tun. I used soap 2 times. I tried to clean S’s love juice from my vagina as well. Hi Guys, be careful if your wives or partners are washing themselves taking more time than they used to be. But don't blame them without a firm reason. That night Tun Tun fucked me one time. I had to serve him as usual. It was August 15 where I had sex with 2 men within 12 hours. Obviously I am a bad girl.

My first extra-marital affair with my playmate (Part 1)

I'd like to discuss about my affairs in this forum. When I was 16, I was a 10th grade high school student. How bad I am. I was involved with my physics teacher. He took my virginity. For that, I never regret. At the university, I got my first boyfriend. He loved me very much. I also loved him very much. After 2 years of our regular dating, we decided to marry secretly. We managed to bring 2 of our close friends to the court as witness. Easy! We had to do like that as both of our parents had different plans for us. I mean my parents wanted me to go to Belgium. His uncles were in Aussie. We wanted to make sure we would be always together. After getting married secretly, we had more freedom. We loved to each other much more than we used to be. I also paid more attention on his health. You know he was my husband. He must not suffer from any illness. I managed to feed him more nutritious foods. As a result, he got stronger. Better for me. At the same time, he gave me more kindness, more pleasure. He did anything what I liked. I loved him very much. We had no limitation in sex. When we were girl friend and boy friend, we had some guilty feeling when we had sex. In the life of husband and life, we never hesitated to do so. We rented a small room not far from our university. It was our great palace, our heaven. It went on for about 1 year. But, marriage certificate was just marriage certificate. We married in front of our 2 close friends. Other friends also saw me as a single with a boy friend. One day, someone who changed my life appeared. He was from hilly region, from northern part of Burma. He was one year senior than me. Have you ever heard the saying "Hobby is the weakness". My leisure activity was playing tennis. I met him one Sunday morning while I was playing that sport. He was taller than my hubby, but a little bit darker complexion with sharp features. He spoke Burmese with northern accent. We became play mates in a short time. Well, my secret hubby got jealous on that fact. He objected our relation and he warned that that guy might ruin our marriage life. I didn't accept his claim. What I believed was that tennis playmates shouldn't be complicated and it was just casual. You see human being is social animal. We just met only 2-3 hours a week at tennis court and such relation would never reach intimate level. So I kept going to the playground where I could do physical exercise that boost my body beauty. But I was a little bit worried about my right arm as it was becoming bigger than its left counterpart. My Kachin playmate was such a popular guy in sport as he was talented in tennis and he was even able to teach other beginners. He also guided me how to achieve better performance in tennis. As time went by, he became my coach. I spent more time at tennis court while our exams were in long way. I met him at tennis court in the morning. And then, I returned to our love palace where my hubby was awaiting me to do something special for the day. Before 6, we went back. I needed to get back my hostel on time. He also had to go back to his house to join family dinner with his parents. It was their routine in their family that in the weekends they usually made a sort of family meeting, enjoying dinner. In fact, I have forgotten the name of my unofficial coach, which is still strange for me to date. I find it difficult to memorize his full name. His initial was S. So let's call him S. He owned a Yamaha jumper. In my eyes, I saw him as a miracle hero from ancient time when he rode that fantastic motorbike. I drove car. But riding a motor bike was a sort of exciting sport, I felt. I was keen on trying it. So one Sunday, I told him if I could borrow it for a while. He hesitated and asked me if I knew how to operate it. I replied I should be as I drove the car and I had small scooter at home. He let me to do it. I was happy and excited. Although my height was not short among Burmese girls, I needed his assistance to get over it. He gave me short instruction how to operate it. I could learn within a minute and I tried that those days’ sought-after machine. (Limited number of people owned Yamaha DT jumper in those days) It was too fast as my mind went advance. As I turned the accelerator with my right hand, it made me feel as if I was on the jet engine in the air, running at 40 mph within a minute. I was my first experience I got a chance to ride a jumper in my life. I was 21. One day, S told me at the campus if I was interested in going to May Myo by bikes. He and his group of friends had planned to go there as a one day trip. May Myo is a small town about 50 miles away from our university place. It is a nice place where people usually go holidays because of its nice weather. You may be aware that Burma is in the tropical region and over 30 degree Celsius all seasons (around or even over 40 in summers) is its normal. On the other hand, May Myo is a kind of oasis. It was founded by British army officer? Col May during Burma’s colonial era. He chose that place for a lovely town as it was colder than surrounding area and many flowering plants can be grown all year round.

As I told you before, I had been invited to go along with them to May Myo. In fact, I had been there several times before, but by car. I was really excited the trip although I didn't give him a clear cut answer. As you know every weekend, my husband and I met at our private room (I live in hostel and he lived with his parents) and we made love. In fact, I'd hooked on doing different sex positions before we came, I mean, orgasms. I couldn't miss a single weekend. I especially fancied his oral sex given on my entire furrow. Sometime, I thought Tun Tun was core to be dirty. He was just a sex slave. For example, I arrived in our place. He was there before me. He asked me to sit on the chair. And then, he put his head between my thighs. I had no time to take of my longyi. His head and shoulders were inside my longyi when he was licking my treasure. He was such kind of person. Sometime, I didn't to want him to do so before washing myself as I just passed water before going there. He said my cunt smelt good. He always ate it deliciously. Too noisy when he sucked my clit. I had to hold his head to adjust the pressure on me. You guys! Too much pressure is sometime not good. We got irritated. Our parts are very delicate. Your tongues are more or less rough. Oh yes, when our feelings get higher, more pressure may be needed. I usually pressed his head against my crotch, choking him when I was going to get climax. It was a heaven, I could say. Ok, shall we continue about May Myo trip. The first thing was how to get a leave from Tun Tun. How to tell him? He would definitely make a problem if he didn't see me at our room at the usual time. I must have a good reason. It was easy for me. I told him my relatives from delta area had arrived to make a pilgrimage. Next weekend, I would have to lead them to May Myo. He willingly allowed me. I showed a green light to S. I went shopping and bought a jean trousers and a jacket. I can recall it was a stunning white jacket with Atlanta Olympic logo. It was Saturday morning. I chose a nearby tea shop to collect me. Otherwise, I would be in trouble. You know I lived in hostel. There were thousands of eyes watching and a super fast report would reach to Tun Tun if I went out with a group of cyclists, losing my sex slave. There were 4 motor bikes, 2 DT jumpers and 2 Honda. I sat behind S. He reminded me to hold firmly. In fact, I had been gripping his waist since I was on his purple color Yamaha. I could feel his muscular body. After I noticed that he was very expert in controlling his motorbike and he was able to concentrate a lot, I felt relaxed. It was a marvelous transit. But I was still holding his well formed body. My cheek was resting on his back in order to get less hitting air. We took a break at 26 mile shops. Because of some power, I wanted to sit close to him. He managed to order some light foods for me. We got to May Myo early as they were racing on the way. But I was not scared. It was just a sport and my hero was very reliable cyclist, I believed. In May Myo, while others went to a house of their friends, we two popped into Botanical garden where we walked together to a large tree. As he took off his leather jacket, I saw Jordade brand white cotton shirt. He was really good looking. Maybe I think he would have good look whatever he put on. The real basis fact was that I had been hot. It was the normal time to have sex with Tun Tun. Under a big tree, he sat first on the ground. He offered me to sit on his leather jacket. I refused gently. But I smiled and sat on his thighs as he extended his legs. Unfortunately, my private was directly against his knee bones. I felt good. While we were talking and teasing to each other, I had adjusted myself to face with him. That means I was as if riding on his both knees. You may think that it was ridiculous for a Burmese girl. You may be right. But I am not a virgin. Before him, I had already met 2 men, Ko Kyaw and Tun Tun. Moreover, nobody knew us in the garden where there were only a few people at the time. He said with smile "its hot”. I said "from where?" He replied "from your bottom" So I pretended to be angry and squeezed his thighs. He tensed his lean body thighs. So I couldn't do. For a while, I just forgot him as “S”. I treated him as Tun Tun. My hands were in his crotch. I had already twisted his manhood. I could do easily. His jeans were soft as they were vintage ones. He seemed to be shy. He face went red. I just said sorry and stoop up rashly. We went back. I thought we went to meet other friends those left behind at the house. No. He drove to Anisakhan, 5 miles away from May Myo. There he stopped at a farm where there was a small cottage. He led me and introduced to a 50 year old Kachin man who seemed to be his servant. S asked that farmer to go somewhere, I think, to monastery to donate some money.(most Kachins are christians, but S was a buddhist). I was aware that what he was preparing for. I had been already wet.

My college days with Tun Tun (Part 2)

Sorry for my delayed post as I was on holidays across the Europe. After coming back, I felt a little bit tired and I was also busy with my family matters.

Well, as I mentioned in my previous chapter, I had started an affair with Tun Tun who was my close friend, who was my class mate. But we kept our romance secret. You may break an egg to fry on the hot pan. Once it has been broken, not possible to make an intact egg again. You must proceed. Am I right? Like that phenomenon, Tun Tun and I could not stop doing what we liked. Every weekend, we met and he did harsh sex on me. I don’t mean he was not kind. But when he had sex, he used a lot of force. Sometime, I liked it very much. In fact I needed more especially just before my period when my boobs were swollen and my down below was tense. But I noticed that I could not tolerate his forceful sex in the time after my period. I got pain inside my tummy. I usually left with sore crotch as he thrust. Sometime, I felt he was a sex maniac because he did masturbation in front of me, leaving drops of man juice on my bare thighs. He never shied. One interesting thing I can recall for you is he rarely came in missionary position. Fist he did in that position. After that, I had to ride on him. I like that very much. I sat on his cock, putting inside the whole length and I move forward and backward , instead of upward and downward. He moaned a lot and exclaimed that I was dislodging his cock from the root. I laughed as a conqueror. And then his turn came. He managed me to the position on my knees and elbows. He started rear entry. It was doggy style. We both like that position very much. Too noisy. Better penetration. Better pleasure. He came only in that position. It was his secret. Obviously, he ditched his girlfriend after complaining that she was too possessive. But I knew that real reason. I could give him better sex than what she could. After sometime, I did probe sex life with his former girlfriend. He replied she was so shy and uncomfortable for doggy style. Moreover, there was some bed smell from her inner part. I am not so sure. Maybe he lied and gave the easiest reason. But I didn’t care whatever he said. I was having his fantastic service. One more strange habit is he liked my panties very much. I can’t believe what he did. Sometime, he asked me to take off my panties. I did with hesitation. In front of me, he sniffed and licked the crotch area. I felt uncomfortable. He told me that he just showed how much he loved me. So I convinced. But I always had to take care of keeping my private clean. That habit was very helpful when I met a white gentle man in this country. In those days, I didn’t have G-strings and thongs. Only China or Thailand made big panties were available. I was crazy for pink panties. All of mine were pink. Tun Tun had sniffed all those pink ones. In this country, all ladies and girls wear only G-strings and thongs. Not funny big panties anymore. One more I’d like to add about Tun Tun is he had thick skin. What I mean is he usually took at least 30 minutes to come after changing to different positions. So I felt tired after that. I can say Ko Kyaw did something like sparrow shot, taking only 5-10 minutes. That was one reason I could stand with Ko Kyaw very well in my early sex life.

My college days with Tun Tun (Part 1)

Hi all In fact, this is not an erotic story, but these pieces of words are from my diary. As I mentioned in my previous stories, I was involved with Ko Kyaw. It just happened without intention. Before me, Ko Kyaw never had a black history. I was a virgin too. Love is sometime like a chemical reaction. You put a piece of rubber and acid in a small bowl together. No reaction at all. But in case of rubber and petroleum, all will mix together. Love is something like that. I will never blame to Ko Kyaw. At the same time I will never have guilty feeling on what happened with Ko Kyaw who was a married man. Let me talk about my college life in Mandalay. Fortunately, I passed matriculation with a reasonable good marks and I joined a college in Mandalay. I will not disclose what it is. Someone might trace me. In our group, there were 2 boys and 3 girls, including me. We studied together. We went shopping together. We preyed together at Mahamuni image at the weekends for our better future. Our male friends were Aung Thura and Tun Tun. Aung Thura was from Shwe Bo and Tun Tun’s native was Mandalay. He lived in 85th street, which was business zone of Mandalay in those days, where his parents were running a rather big restaurant. I noticed that sometime Tun Tun stared at me. When I asked him what, he simply smiled at me. He seemed to be very kind. But I never think about him beyond that point. In my mind, I always wanted to go back to my home town to see Ko Kyaw and wanted to get his gentle touch, his passionate kiss and so on. I never thought that Ko Kyaw was heavy when he was over me in the bed. But Ko Kyaw was going to get a new baby and he seemed to be less interested in involving with me. I felt sick. But I did not hate him. As you know, I had got some habit of having sex. Sometime, I wanted something. Sometime, my busts needed to be squeezed. I did myself. It happened about 1 week before my period. I also felt strange feeling at my down below. It seemed to need some pressure or something else. To cure that sensation, I had to lie down in the bed first. I had got privacy as I rent a single room. I think some girls wanted a single room for that purpose, but not sure. And then, I put my hand underneath my Longi (Htamain) and with my three middle fingers, I pressed my private part for 3-4 minutes as if I was doing massage myself. Sometime, I rubbed the clit with my middle finger gently. By this way, I had to manage myself that strange sensation, sometime like mild aching pain, to go way. Some guys may guess that I had to masturbate after I saw some sexy guys in the class room or I watched erotic stories. That is not true for me. In my body, it happened spontaneously. I mean without stimulation. I think may be due to hormonal changes. It was about to end of first year. Our friends became closer and closer. Tun Tun had also revealed more shocking signs of fancying me. I learnt that Tun Tun’s girl friend was attending RIT in Yangon. I knew very well he loved her very much and verse versa. I met her for a couple of times when I went back to Mandalay for some reasons. In fact, Tun Tun was a good looking man with some Chinese blood. Aung Thura was also handsome, but he has got rather dark complexion. One day, Tun Tun invited all of our close friends to come and enjoy dinner at his father’s restaurant as his mom won a big lottery price. We had no reason to refuse and happily agreed to participate in the family party. Tun Tun was so kind as he collected all of us with Hilux car. It was about 6’O clock. We gathered together. They treated us with a variety of Chinese foods. We all were happy. After eating section, Tun Tun invited us to go upstairs to the living room where we enjoyed a movie. I think Pretty woman, no so sure. As I was very close with Tun Tun and I was curious, I asked him where his bed room is and where he studied. He was willing to show me and headed me to his room. Wonderfully, room was neat and tidy. On the desk, I saw a photo of his girl friend. All of a sudden, he kissed me. I was shocked as I did not expect it. He said he loved me more than his girlfriend. I was amazed and rushed out of his room. I don’t know why I was not upset him. Maybe, because of his personality or maybe in his territory. Maybe I had also fallen in him subconsciously. When I got back to the living room, I pretended to be nothing happened. On our return way, I was a last person to be dropped according to schedule. When we were alone, he asked me if I was angry with him. I said “NO”. He said “If so, shall we go up to Mandalay Hill” I had never experienced to go there by car. I wanted to explore. The road to the upper level of Mandalay Hill was just new in those days. I said “Yes”. We worshipped together. We donated some money. And then he headed me to his car. In his car’s front compartment, he began to kiss me. He was so expert in sex. In 3 minutes, he undid my bra and released me Longi. His fingers were inserted my vagina and did rubbing. I moaned a lot. As it was winter, nobody was around the car. I was surprised he pulled my hand and put it on his hard cock. I squeezed it. “Oh my God! too big and too thick. More than 7 inches. “I was familiar with Ko Kyaw’s dick, which was only 6. He taught me how to stoke his cock. I just did as he showed. He also moaned a lot. As his dick seemed to be clean and its tip was so soft, I wanted to suck it. I tried to kiss it first. He encouraged my action by holding my head. I put its half length into my mouth. I sucked intensely later. He slipped off my panties. He laughed and said that it was wet. He sat loosely at the middle of the seat (You know Hilux car, don’t you?) He asked me to sit on him while we were facing to each other. He held his cock and I sat on it slowly and nicely. My longi was still at my wrist. The whole shaft was inside. I got some feeling. I was not frightened. He raised my buttocks with his 2 hands and managed to move me up and down. I followed the rhythm. I did everything he wanted. I was fully cooperative with him as I was excited and starving sex. He came inside me in about 10 minutes. I could feel some vibration. He said my vagina squeezed his cock too much. He also commented that I was very good in sex. He added his girlfriend was not like that. No squeezing power at all. I put on my panties. I noticed that some blood was in my vagina. I mentioned about that fact. He said “Oh! sorry, you’re virgin, so you get blood. I’m very happy I get a virgin. I love you very much. My girlfriend was not a virgin when I met her. I’ll be going to kick her out”. You see I did not intend to lie him. But my body cheated him. I had sex with Ko Kyaw more than 10 times when I was in my native town. But his cock was rather small, I did not get blood. Now I get blood with bigger dick even though I was no longer virgin. To be continued….

I lost my virginity at 16 (Part 3)

You may know the nature of our Burmese women. We may strongly refuse to have sex in the first time. We are normally afraid of doing so with the thought that it would hurt us or it would be against the culture. “Having sex means conceiving” was also a common belief among our young girls in those days. We may be frustrated during a few days after experiencing sex for the first time. But as time goes by, we may like to try again. In the early stage of sexual life, we don’t know what the orgasm is and what the sexual pressure is. What we know is only “excitement”. We like that “excitement”. That excitement leads us to go further. Next, we also like to show our private body parts, those which are normally covered with clothes, especially when we are aroused and we have confidence that they are beautiful. We usually become intimate with those persons who have seen our private parts. I think that is normal for all girls. Ko Kyaw appreciated the beauty of my thighs and even kissed them. I liked him very much. In fact, my final exam was coming to closer and closer. I studied all the time trying to forget what happened with Ko Kyaw. I was on above average in the class room. My distinction targets were Burmese, English, Geography, History and Economics. Chemistry and Physics were on border line. I had got some question in physics, regarding energy chapter. Although it was not so important for exam, I wanted to make clear. Ko Kyaw’s tuition place was not at his home. He was rather successful in his tuition business and he rented a hall on the way to our State High School. I just remained on the chair when the section was over. It was the last section of the day and time was about 7 in the evening. Ko Kyaw seemed to be busy with some assignment papers. When no one left in the class room, I moved to Ko Kyaw’s desk and told him if I could ask some questions. He willingly welcomed and gave me a seat. His face was smiling. His voice was so clear. While explaining to me, I noticed, his toes had started to toughing my foot (I means after he took off his leather slippers). After that, his whole sole was rubbing my foot, while pressing a little bit. Sometime, his big toe squeezed my toes. I thought he was teasing me in childish way and I laughed at him. Our eyes met and locked. And I did response. I took off my slippers. I searched his feet under the desk and played with them. I mean rubbing, squeezing, pinching and pressing. Our feet were busy a bit under the desk. I got excited. He gave me a quick kiss. I shouted with the worry that someone might see us. He did make a glance at main entrance and he said, “Nobody is coming here”. And then, he smiled and told me “There is something inside the room to show you, Want to see”. At the corner of the class room (hall converted), there was a small store room where Ko Kyaw usually put his teaching materials and locked up when he went back. I went on “What is that?”. He led to there. I found a desk in the middle of the room measuring about 4 by 6 feet and 2 cupboards. He locked the door. His mouth slowly curved into a smile, his special reassuring smile that made me feel comfortable. He held my neck and shoulder as if he was helping me not to fall off and he began to kiss. A long Kiss! A passionate kiss! I copied what he did on me. I kissed his lips. I bit these gently. We touched our tongues to each other. The art of kiss was not so difficult to learn. As for me, I just imitated him. That’s all. As I expected and wanted, his hands were wandering around my bodies, underneath my blouse. He was so familiar with this business. I was not aware when he undid my bra hooks. His fingers were moving to my breasts in slow and steady paces as if astronauts were walking on the moon. I felt a little bit irritated. Our eyes connected, immersing in the knowledge that we were going further. He took hold of my Thai-made blouse by the hem with both hands. He raised the hem slowly, my narrow waist twisting side to side in deliberate seduction. The blouse climbed higher and higher, eventually sliding over my head and then falling on the desk. He also removed my bra which he undid the clasp previously. His glance descended leisurely and fixed on my bust area. He leaned forward and began nuzzling them. His nose rubbed and pressed against my virgin breasts. You know my breasts were still virgin. Nobody had touched them yet although my down below had got a visitor for one time. Sometime he licked them. Sometime, he teased them with his teeth. Later he sucked my breasts, not only nipples, but part of breasts. It was an absolutely amazing feeling for that age. His hands also rubbed and squeezed my firm breasts. I was standing and leaning against the desk with my back. There was no chair or couch in that small room. I couldn’t believe his nose’s usefulness. It was moving all over my body, shifting from breasts to arm folds, and then to the tummy, around my navel. One time, he sniffed my arm pits and gave a comment, “What a fantastic smell”. I didn’t understand what he was talking and doing. After he had his nose to rub and sniff all over my upper part of body thoroughly and meticulously, he extended the area to lower delta area. He released my longi and lowered it. It was Indonesia Batik. While doing so, he sniffed my Batik. At the time, I put on yellow cotton panties. He kissed that as well. Finally, I was something like naked, except my yellow panties. He pushed me gently on the desk to the position of lying on my back. My thighs and legs were on the air. So I had to adjust a little bit, moving upward my body. He took of his longi. I saw his erected penis. It was about 6 inches in brown color. I said “You are going to hurt me, aren’t you?”. He replied “No, but I am going to give you a good things”. He raised my both legs, one was held with his hand, one was put on his shoulder. He started to rub my lower parts with his nose from legs, ascending to inner thighs. He also tasted these with tip of the tongue as if he was searching for a honey spot on my legs and thighs. Finally, his sense organs of lips and tongue reached the sex capital. He kissed my vagina through my panties. At the same time, he pressed his nose into the furrow intensely. I felt good and excited. His hand came up and wrapped firmly around his cock, holding it steady in preparation for the next important step. He didn’t take off my panties. Instead, he pushed the crotch of panties to one side to let my treasure point to be exposed. I inched forward into position. He began to attempt his cock to engage my hole. I closed my eyes with excitement. He was so patient and kind as he forwarded inch by inch slowly. I felt a little bit pain this time although my first experience was not. I held his hands tightly as he was standing and I was lying on the desk. After some point, he asked me to draw my knees towards me for better position. I did as you commanded. You know he had become my commander. Finally I noticed that my vagina had accommodated his whole length of cock as his bush touched mine. The rocking began gently, back and forth, and grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew me closer to him with every motion. Big hands came up and fondled my firm breasts. Thumbs and forefingers worked to punish those luscious nipples. I moaned continuously, reiterating my needs. I sometime got pain, but most of the time I felt good. I don’t know how to say that pleasure. Sometime, he put only part of his length. Sometime, he put the whole length forcefully. I was getting pain associated with pleasure in his each stroke. Pain and pleasure were from deep inside. However, it didn’t take too long at all. As in the first time, he withdrew his cock abruptly and splashed his semen on my lower tummy. He moaned a lot. I realized that he had come. I wanted to laugh at him because of what he was going on. His face was red and hot. I saw some sweat on his face. I stood up and began to get dressed. He helped clean me with his longi. To tell you the truth, I was not satisfied at all as he did take only 10 minutes. I mean excluding kissing and rubbing with his nose. But how I can ask him more? He is a married man. He never told me he loved me. We were just lovers in very early stage. I must confess I thought that his manhood with about 6 inches was too big. But when I joined to University and went abroad, I realized that I was wrong. Hopefully, I can tell you later more about my sexual life in college and abroad. One of the reasons is to educate my younger generation.

I lost my virginity at 16 (Part 2)

I hesitated a bit if it would be right thing to reveal my personal things. So I just paused. But you all guys can’t know who I am. Even if someone could trace, I am outside the Burmese society, living abroad. Here is my remaining story. As he was kissing me, I could not breathe for a while. I was frightened and tried to sit up. But it was futile. He was so heavy and my energy had been lost. I didn’t want to move or struggle against what he was doing on me. Not like what most love stories described, in my true experience, I did not feel his hard manhood pressed against my thighs. Maybe I was not aware that as I was very new in sex and I had never had boyfriend before. He kissed not only lips, but my necks. When he realised that I was not going to refuse, his kisses were becoming soft. Some time just touching my lips, but never losing toughing these. I mean he had his lips engulfed my ones. I remember that his tongues protruded inside my mouth and searching the tip of my tongue. And then he sucked and bit my entire lip. That lip service made me crazy. I said “You are so bad. Stop it!” But he never. I think my hands were holding his arms. I am not so sure. After some time, we heard that someone called Ko Kyaw from the fence door. We had to stop what we were doing and changed the position, standing up. He asked me to await him and rushed to the fence door. (His house was single storey semi-concrete building in a separate compound. From main entrance, it needed to walk 20 feet to get to fence door) Visitors were a group of ward welfare members collecting donation for something. After chatting with them at the point where they were standing, he came back. I was ready to go back. I didn’t talk him. He reassured me that it wouldn’t happen again, it was his fault. He apologised me. It happened as he couldn’t control himself. He requested me not to tell someone. If I did so, he would go to jail. He seemed to be so nervous. I said it’s OK. Next time I would not come here alone and I went back. When I got home, I went to the bed and thinking what happened with Ko Kyaw. I was not upsetting, but exciting. I felt my lips with my hands. They were still warm. I also felt something inside my inner thighs. I checked with my hand while putting in blanket. I was strange for that age. It was some flow from my private. I thought I was going to see my period while I believed it was not time to come. Later, my experience taught me these are love juice, as you know. Next days, I tried not to see him. I didn’t go to his tuition. My mom asked me why I didn’t take regular Physics tuitions, warning me that I might lose at exam. The fact is that I was not upset him. I don’t know how to tell. I was shy a bit. At the same time, I want to close with him more. You know I couldn’t concentrate my study at all, especially in his subject, Physics. About 10 days later, I decided to see him as my inside mind pushed me strongly to do so. There was a 5 acre- grape farm belonged to my uncle at nearby village. It was 3 miles away from my town. Their family was visiting to Pagan-Nyaung Oo for religious purpose. There were only 3-4 basic farm workers left, I was aware. I told Ko Kyaw that if he could come to my uncle’s grape farm to discuss with me. He face became pale, I noticed. He apologised again. I said just to come there in the tomorrow afternoon. It was on Saturday. Once he got to my uncle’s farm house, he requested me not to ruin his family life. I replied I would not do like that. But I suffered lip sores as he did strongly. He said sorry. I approached to his close range and let him see my lip and asked him to check my lips. It was nothing wrong, said he. “What about tongue?” “I have pain below my tongue. Check it” He saw my mouth and tongue carefully and anxiously. And then he smiled at me. He said that he needed to examine small abrasions with his tongue as these were so small and could not be seen by naked eyes. As I expected, he put his tongue in to my mouth, catching my tongue. I was so excited and I grabbed him. He kissed me passionately. This time I did also response. I sucked his lips and tongue. We were doing on the couch. As you may know, in the village generally there is no sofa/settee. I don’t know about today’s situation. In my uncle’s living room, there was a big table made of thick timber, on each side of which, there were 2 couches. We were on one of couches. I noticed that his hands were rubbing my hairs, ears and sides of my neck gently. Later, they got onto my back, moving circularly. I felt good. As you know he was a married man, he seemed to be very expert in a matter of sex. I didn’t know when my longi was released. When I noticed, his fingers had started to check my bums, even nearly by back passage. At the time, I put on only underwear skirt, not panties. I shied his invading fingers, so I just tried to stand up a bit, attempting moving away from these. The worst thing happened. When I sat back, his fingers were below my bums, squeezing my whole private part approaching from the back. I was shocked. He started to kiss again. At the same time, he tried to lower my longi and underwear skirt. I just forgot to refuse. He said “Oh! I have seen 2 ivories again” intending my 2 thick and white thighs” Are they sweet?” He desperately kissed my thighs. I said “No, No, you are man, No good to do like that”. As he licked the whole length of my thighs, I was in half lying position. He was kneeling on the floor. After some time, he kissed my private bush. It had got thick hair. He said “I am going to clean your bush for sanitation” I like his sense of humour pouring out from his brain all the time. I couldn’t believe he started to lick my private parts. He took off my longi and skirt completely. He put my thighs a little bit apart and then put his tongue into my entire furrow. I felt he was doing disgusting things. At the same time, I felt good. Not only licking, but sucking my lower lips. I moaned a lot. Sometime, I felt as if I were on air riding a glider. Sometime he tried to put his tongue inside my canal. I felt tingling and numbness sensation almost all the time. Unintentionally, I had held his head, encouraging his action. He did that job for about 15 minutes. But I was still a virgin and it was first time, I did not come. But 100% good feeling. He cleaned his mouth with his longi. At that point, I was lying on the couch. He lied down on me and kissed my neck. After doing on me and giving a good feeling, I simply wanted to do pay back something good for him. That is normal for girls, I think. I noticed that his hand was doing something below. Yes! He seemed to hold his manhood to put into my vagina. At first, he rubbed his tip on my lower lips. I felt itching and tingling sensation from inside. I tried to spread my thighs. He took that opportunity. He inserted, I think, half length of his shaft into my hole. Wonderfully, it didn’t hurt. He did some rhythmic movements, but so gently. I moaned and wanted more. He asked if I got pain. I said ”No”. He put more and more. When the whole length of shaft got into my vagina, I felt quite satisfied, I mean, I like that. We were still in that position for some time. As I wanted some movement, I arched my back and hip a little bit. He realized what I wanted. He started to-and-fro movement at first nice and slowly. And then faster and stronger. After 15 minutes, he moaned loudly and withdrew his prick. He held and rubbed it. Many drops of his cum were coming down to my thighs. Some were on my blouse. Some were on the couch surface. At the time, I didn’t know what they were. I asked him, he replied “Sperm” In my first experience, I did not get pain. Maybe due to his very good foreplay with expert tongue. But he never touched my breasts. I went back to my house by bicycles. I felt tired. Next days, I got aching pain the whole body and had to take pain killers. I had to take leave from school for 2 days. My mom though that I caught flu. I don’t know why. I wanted to see Ko Kyaw again in 7-10 days later. To be continued……

I lost my virginity at 16

As a Burmese girl, I valued my virginity. But no way, I lost it at 16. At the time, I didn't pass 10th grade in high school. I have to reveal that fact so that I confessed my mistakes, relieving myself. I was from a small town in Mandalay division. Not so far from today's capital Kyat Pyay, Last capital of SPDC. In those days, my friends and I were taking tuitions morning and evening. School time was from 9 to 3.30. That means I had not so much leisure time, all the time sitting on the chair in the class rooms. I think it's natural for any teenagers as I played my mind despite anchoring at one place. We, a group of friends also chatted about boys, sometime, about sex. To tell you the truth, I never wanted to have a sex with a man. Even I didn't have any idea how to do it. One day, I joined a physics tuition, where teacher was rather young and active. He had got full of sense of humor. We never get bored in his class. In fact, we enjoyed every much. I must confess physics was my weakest subject. I had to rush to his house for a couple of time to ask some questions before second test. That led us to more close. One evening, I went to his house where his wife was running a small grocery and stationary shop. At the time shop was closed as she went to Mandalay to buy some books and stationeries to be sold at shop. Oh yes,,,, reason was to give some sweet snacks which were made in my house. Teacher was alone, playing songs. I remember Than Naing's...... I just sat on the chair while Teacher ( Ko Kyaw) went to kitchen to put snacks into bowl. When he came back, I just stood up abruptly to go back. I was not free and I felt that something had hooked my longi. I realized that my longi had been torn. But it was still attached to the chair. I saw a bloody nail head was raised. That made me trouble. Ko Kyaw rushed to help me. That is the worst things ever happened. He had got a chance to see inside my longi. I could remember I was in red panties. He touched my back of my thigh and some of my bums as he tried to release the mess. He also made a joke he saw 2 ivories inside the Htamein(he meant my white 2 thighs). I felt hot, my face was red. So I beat his back 2 times. He laughed loudly. I pretended to be angry and I pinched his thighs and said you also had 2 brown ivories ( his complexion was rather brown). I hit him again. That time, my hand slipped to his manhood.( I noticed that it was rather aroused. No No.. at the time, I really didn't know. Only after getting some more experience, I realised that it was.) He seemed to be very painful and shouted loudly. He bended forward, pressing his tummy or somewhere. I was shocked and said sorry. He said he must punish me. And then he hugged me tightly and push me down to lie down on my back on the floor gently. I was under him. He squeezed my upper part of body tightly. I did request him to release me as I could not breathe very well. He did not. It took for 2-3 minutes. After some time, I felt some pleasure. I don't know how to say. I like what he was doing to me. I was also excited. So I bit his cheek. You may know what his response was after my crazy action. Of course, he started to kiss my lips intensely. To be continued.....