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.
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