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….