19-10-2025, 11:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 24-10-2025, 11:02 AM by lee.jae.han. Edited 7 times in total. Edited 7 times in total.)
## Update 5: The Storehouse and the Secret (Mona, Her Boyfriend, Her Brother)
Around four in the evening, I woke up with a start. A strange, damp, sticky stain had soaked through my pajama bottoms. I pulled them off and saw the thick, wet mark on my underwear. *What is this?* I quickly peeled them off, tossing them into a corner, and put on fresh clothes before heading out to the cricket ground.
We were deep in a game when a massive hit sent our only ball soaring over the boundary and into the forbidden territory: the old, abandoned storehouse. Everyone else gave up and walked home, but the ball was mine, and I wasn't letting it go. I was determined to find a way in.
It was nearly six, and the sun was dipping toward the horizon, casting long, bruised shadows. I walked the perimeter of the storehouse. After a few minutes, I found a window set high in the back wall, slightly ajar. I pushed it open and slipped inside.
The air inside was heavy, still, and suffocatingly thick with the smell of rotted grain and damp earth. My eyes struggled to adjust to the gloom. Just as the darkness began to soften into shapes, I heard a scbang of shoes, and the shadow of three figures climbed in through the same window. They were all wearing our college uniforms.
*Who are they? What are they doing here?* I flattened myself behind a crumbling pile of dusty, wooden boxes, my heart suddenly thumping a frantic rhythm.
The three—two boys and one girl—sat down on the gritty floor. The faint, dusty light from the window was just enough to silhouette them. The girl sat between the boys, who immediately began grabbing at her chest, their hands kneading and squeezing the soft flesh.
The first boy said, his voice husky. “Your mangoes are great.”
The second boy grinned into the shadows. “Yeah, her mangoes and her melons are both ready.”
The girl shifted against them, her breath catching in her throat. Her voice was strained. “Are you just going to talk? Or are you going to do something?”
The first boy dipped his head close, his voice a low promise. “Your lips are so sweet. I could suck on them all day.”
The second boy tugged impatiently at her uniform. “Hurry up and take off your clothes. I can’t control myself.”
The girl’s voice was shaky with effort. “I’m taking them off. I can’t control myself either. Ever since you two got me addicted to this, my pussy has been itching.”
The first boy commanded, his voice growing rough. “Suck my lunď.”
The second boy’s hands worked furiously under her shirt. “I’ll make your boobs even bigger.”
The girl moaned, a low sound swallowed by the dust. “Aaha... this is so much fun.”
The first boy pulled back slightly. “Dude, switch with me. I’ll take your place now.”
The other boy replied, their bodies scrambling in the dark. “Come on, hurry.”
The girl complained, her voice suddenly sharper, her body already writhing against the dust. “Why are you so focused on sucking? Just put it in my pussy already.”
The first boy pulled her uniform skirt up roughly, tearing the fabric. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide with his knees, and then, without further warning, thrust. His body blocked the dim, dusty light as he drove his lunď deep into her chooť. A sharp, swallowed gasp escaped her lips, quickly turning into a moan of friction. He gripped her hips, driving his rhythm deep and fast.
At the exact same moment, the other boy slid his thick penis into her mouth. She immediately choked, a desperate, wet sound, as she was forced to accommodate the sudden, deep fullness. The sounds of their bodies—the wet, heavy *slap* of skin against skin and the muffled *gasp* from her mouth—filled the gloom. They moved together, a blur of panting effort.
They switched, a clumsy scramble in the dark. The second boy took the position behind her, pushing his lunď into her chooť with a determined plunge. The first boy, breathing heavily, forced his penis back into her mouth, silencing her again. They repeated the frantic, desperate rhythm, using her body as a shared focal point for their escalating need.
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My own penis, without any conscious command, had grown painfully hard. I pulled it out of my pants, the coarse fabric of my shirt brushing against the skin. On a strange, compelling impulse, I started moving my hand up and down, copying the frantic, wet rhythm I was seeing in the shadows. A new, strange feeling, hot and delicious, shot through me, making my spine arch. The more I moved my hand, the better the sensation became, pulling my focus entirely into the tight circle of my palm.
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The boys’ pace quickened until they were both panting heavily, their sounds echoing, thick and raw, in the close space. The girl began to whimper, a continuous, high-pitched plea for release. Suddenly, a jolt—a feeling of intense, blinding pleasure shot through me. Something warm and thick erupted from my penis. My entire body went limp, all my muscles dissolving instantly. A sensation of intense release and lightness replaced the crushing tension, leaving me dizzy and shivering in the corner.
The first boy’s voice was ragged, laced with satisfaction. “That was great today, man.”
The other boy laughed sharply, adjusting his pants. “Yeah, fucking your sister is so much fun.”
The girl sighed deeply, her voice exhausted. “I’m exhausted. You’ve been using me for a year now. Let’s meet here again tomorrow.”
The three of them scrambled back out the window. I waited until the air settled before following them. I needed to see the girl’s face.
I saw the two boys standing casually by a large neem tree. The girl then stepped out from behind its thick trunk. My blood ran cold. It was Mona, a girl from my own class. I recognized the boys: one was her own brother, who had failed the same grade for two years. The other was her childhood fiancé, also a two-time failure.
I walked home, my head spinning with the dust and the shocking images. Mona? Her own brother? I ate dinner, but the food was tasteless, like chewing on cotton. I went to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind endlessly replayed the two secrets I had uncovered in two days: my Bua with her lover and Mona with her brother and fiancé. For the first time, I understood the true, visceral meaning of "lunď" and "ganď" and "chooť." A new, hot desire sparked in my gut. *I want to do that, too.* But I had no idea how, or with whom.
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Around four in the evening, I woke up with a start. A strange, damp, sticky stain had soaked through my pajama bottoms. I pulled them off and saw the thick, wet mark on my underwear. *What is this?* I quickly peeled them off, tossing them into a corner, and put on fresh clothes before heading out to the cricket ground.
We were deep in a game when a massive hit sent our only ball soaring over the boundary and into the forbidden territory: the old, abandoned storehouse. Everyone else gave up and walked home, but the ball was mine, and I wasn't letting it go. I was determined to find a way in.
It was nearly six, and the sun was dipping toward the horizon, casting long, bruised shadows. I walked the perimeter of the storehouse. After a few minutes, I found a window set high in the back wall, slightly ajar. I pushed it open and slipped inside.
The air inside was heavy, still, and suffocatingly thick with the smell of rotted grain and damp earth. My eyes struggled to adjust to the gloom. Just as the darkness began to soften into shapes, I heard a scbang of shoes, and the shadow of three figures climbed in through the same window. They were all wearing our college uniforms.
*Who are they? What are they doing here?* I flattened myself behind a crumbling pile of dusty, wooden boxes, my heart suddenly thumping a frantic rhythm.
The three—two boys and one girl—sat down on the gritty floor. The faint, dusty light from the window was just enough to silhouette them. The girl sat between the boys, who immediately began grabbing at her chest, their hands kneading and squeezing the soft flesh.
The first boy said, his voice husky. “Your mangoes are great.”
The second boy grinned into the shadows. “Yeah, her mangoes and her melons are both ready.”
The girl shifted against them, her breath catching in her throat. Her voice was strained. “Are you just going to talk? Or are you going to do something?”
The first boy dipped his head close, his voice a low promise. “Your lips are so sweet. I could suck on them all day.”
The second boy tugged impatiently at her uniform. “Hurry up and take off your clothes. I can’t control myself.”
The girl’s voice was shaky with effort. “I’m taking them off. I can’t control myself either. Ever since you two got me addicted to this, my pussy has been itching.”
The first boy commanded, his voice growing rough. “Suck my lunď.”
The second boy’s hands worked furiously under her shirt. “I’ll make your boobs even bigger.”
The girl moaned, a low sound swallowed by the dust. “Aaha... this is so much fun.”
The first boy pulled back slightly. “Dude, switch with me. I’ll take your place now.”
The other boy replied, their bodies scrambling in the dark. “Come on, hurry.”
The girl complained, her voice suddenly sharper, her body already writhing against the dust. “Why are you so focused on sucking? Just put it in my pussy already.”
The first boy pulled her uniform skirt up roughly, tearing the fabric. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide with his knees, and then, without further warning, thrust. His body blocked the dim, dusty light as he drove his lunď deep into her chooť. A sharp, swallowed gasp escaped her lips, quickly turning into a moan of friction. He gripped her hips, driving his rhythm deep and fast.
At the exact same moment, the other boy slid his thick penis into her mouth. She immediately choked, a desperate, wet sound, as she was forced to accommodate the sudden, deep fullness. The sounds of their bodies—the wet, heavy *slap* of skin against skin and the muffled *gasp* from her mouth—filled the gloom. They moved together, a blur of panting effort.
They switched, a clumsy scramble in the dark. The second boy took the position behind her, pushing his lunď into her chooť with a determined plunge. The first boy, breathing heavily, forced his penis back into her mouth, silencing her again. They repeated the frantic, desperate rhythm, using her body as a shared focal point for their escalating need.
---
My own penis, without any conscious command, had grown painfully hard. I pulled it out of my pants, the coarse fabric of my shirt brushing against the skin. On a strange, compelling impulse, I started moving my hand up and down, copying the frantic, wet rhythm I was seeing in the shadows. A new, strange feeling, hot and delicious, shot through me, making my spine arch. The more I moved my hand, the better the sensation became, pulling my focus entirely into the tight circle of my palm.
---
The boys’ pace quickened until they were both panting heavily, their sounds echoing, thick and raw, in the close space. The girl began to whimper, a continuous, high-pitched plea for release. Suddenly, a jolt—a feeling of intense, blinding pleasure shot through me. Something warm and thick erupted from my penis. My entire body went limp, all my muscles dissolving instantly. A sensation of intense release and lightness replaced the crushing tension, leaving me dizzy and shivering in the corner.
The first boy’s voice was ragged, laced with satisfaction. “That was great today, man.”
The other boy laughed sharply, adjusting his pants. “Yeah, fucking your sister is so much fun.”
The girl sighed deeply, her voice exhausted. “I’m exhausted. You’ve been using me for a year now. Let’s meet here again tomorrow.”
The three of them scrambled back out the window. I waited until the air settled before following them. I needed to see the girl’s face.
I saw the two boys standing casually by a large neem tree. The girl then stepped out from behind its thick trunk. My blood ran cold. It was Mona, a girl from my own class. I recognized the boys: one was her own brother, who had failed the same grade for two years. The other was her childhood fiancé, also a two-time failure.
I walked home, my head spinning with the dust and the shocking images. Mona? Her own brother? I ate dinner, but the food was tasteless, like chewing on cotton. I went to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind endlessly replayed the two secrets I had uncovered in two days: my Bua with her lover and Mona with her brother and fiancé. For the first time, I understood the true, visceral meaning of "lunď" and "ganď" and "chooť." A new, hot desire sparked in my gut. *I want to do that, too.* But I had no idea how, or with whom.
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