Too Little

By Nikkinom

Truth be told, I didn’t know what ‘horny’ was when my clit was first touched. The mild numbness throughout my whole body, ridden by overpowering excitement, drifting in a somewhat relaxed state, I was so sure that this, this thing happening to me, couldn’t be bad.

He slowly split those delicate, complex folds of skin between my legs and the coldness told me of how sensitive that spot was. From the second he laid one of his fingers on it, I was shaking. Everytime he vibrated his fingertip, I would tremble hard, then gradually slow down, only for him to repeat the process again.

There were no hints that he would be going after any thing more. It was just the two of us, in bed, enjoying this physically-pleasing activity. Soon, things got slippery below for some reason I didn’t understand. Instead, he used it to his advantage and moved even faster.

In no time, my mind was blank and all over the place at the same time. Each time he pushed my thighs apart, the warmth of his hands calmed me down. Those warm, big hands then went over my stomach, and over my small boobs that never grew much since then. He would cup them in his hand, close his fingers together to squeeze them for a bit, before two fingers, his index and thumb, went around my nipple.

That very pinch forced a moan that came easily out of me, as if I have been waiting since he first laid hands. Minutes passed rapidly in the euphoric mood, packed with continuous moaning and jitters shooting through my tiny frame.

I could tell in a comforting way, that he was as pleased as I was, to see his little girl in nothing else but smiles.

The whole ordeal went for a short while longer than thirty minutes, where I was asked to sit upright, to watch him lie on the back on the other side of the bed.

He gently brought both my hands to his loose boxers, for me to feel that cute little bulge risen midair. The innocent me simply undid the button over his fly, and wrestled for the surprise he had hidden underneath in plain sight. How would a girl like me not squeal in shyness when I saw it?

I didn’t know what overcame me when I impatiently held it in my hand, bringing my face so close to it I could smell a tinge of saltiness, but nothing pungent. It was so smooth, so glossy, so attractive. I just had to touch it.

The whole time I have my fingers wrapped around it, the slight growth in length and girth fascinated me even further. There was even a droplet forming at the very tip.

The curious me wasted no time to dab my pinky in it, to taste it like how I tried his cooking. It was sweet! He later took out a red, plastic bottle with the word ‘strawberry’ on it, and pumped some sweet-smelling liquid into my hand.

Seeing how some of it was dripping through my fingers, I quickly rubbed it over his cock and there he was, shivering and twitching like I did earlier. I thought, ‘he must be feeling good like me!’ Using both my hands, I held his cock and jerked it up and down, constantly breathing in the strawberry scent of the lubricant.

I couldn’t resist tasting some of it from my fingers! It was so good that I had to have more from the source, well, not from the bottle but his dick. The ‘marinate’ has somehow got under his skin and I was smart to notice how his moans differed from when I was using my hands.

His dick, in the end, was too long for me to put in my mouth. I could only manage the first few inches of it, comparable to the length of my pinky. Which wasn’t too bad right? Compared to my thumb?

He was nice enough to stop me just as I grew tired, and explained that my hands were more than enough. I didn’t know what I was doing then, nor what was going to happen. I followed his instructions and tightened my grip, pumping faster and slower to his call.

His cock kept growing in thickness until my fingers almost couldn’t stay around it anymore. Plus, he was getting a little too loud.

After a few more minutes, he let out a deep groan right as hot, white, translucent liquid sprayed from the tip, landing all over my hands and his stomach. Since this was of another colour, I had to taste it again.

It was strawberry, with some bitterness. I wiped as much as I could off him with my hands, and he brought my sticky hands to my face, wanting me to slurp it up.

For a long time, I have been a fan of undercooked eggs, and the texture was exactly like that, save for the taste. We went to the toilet together after that and he washed my hands for me.

Back in bed, he asked me to lie down while he had his ‘supper’, which was actually him eating me out. I fell asleep some time in between and woke up to wet panties – my favourite pair of panties he knew I can go without changing for weeks.

HUMPH!

A Tiny Package

Taking the stairs up to my house on the fourth storey, I saw my neighbour from below my unit, in her school uniform petting with a guy whose hand was under her white blouse. As I understood and ignored their uncontrollable PDA, the pair panicked and hurriedly straightened their clothes though I had walked past them. Loud whispers were heard as the girl asked the boy to leave, and chased up the flight of stairs to my floor.

Daphne: ‘Kor kor.. can you don’t tell my mum about this?’
Me: ‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to. Relax k?’
Daphne: ‘You sure?’
Me: ‘Yeah. I was young before. Go home and study k?’

She stopped in her tracks as I turned to my door, possibly headed back to her own house after the scare. Just after I dropped my office handcarry on the sofa, a knock followed by her voice came through the huge fireproof door.

Me (shouting): ‘Yes?’

Her bag was back on her shoulders, and a worried look still plagued her face.

Daphne: ‘Can I come in for a while?’

I said nothing and opened the door wider, where she entered and sat on the sofa right next to my bag. Not expecting any guests, my house was in a slight mess but I was more interested in getting a shower and catching some rest. It was after all a long day for me.

Me: ‘Eh. I am really not going to tell anyone about it. It’s no big deal to me. I need to shower and do my own stuff now. Please?’

The petite girl could easily pass off as a sec one student even though she was sixteen. Nowhere on her body could you see any puberty doing right except for her hair, which was gorgeously black.

Daphne: ‘I know. But can I ask for something that will make me feel better?’
Me: ‘What is it?’

She got up and caught my hand before going into my bedroom. Every Chinese New Year, she would secretly crash my gate to gamble when my friends were over, winning (or losing) some money to make her holiday more exciting.

With two hands on my arms, she placed me down on the bed and unclasped her skirt, dropping it to the floor before her white blouse unbuttoned one by one. To be honest, I was not interested in any intimacy with her at all. She was too young and naive, let alone aware of what she was getting into (with me).

Me: ‘You know? I think we are taking it too seriously. I swear I won’t tell your mum. Just put your clothes back on and go home k?’

Just as I picked her skirt up, her shirt crumbled onto the floor.

Daphne: ‘Do you want me to take my bra off?’
Me: ‘Sigh.. yes.’

The firmest buns greeted me in full glory without any bra pads for support. They were perfectly round and perky on their own, luring me to feel them for myself. As I resisted the urge, she grabbed me by my hand and helped me up. Easily, she unbuckled my belt and my trousers dropped to my ankles. The erection under my thin boxers had already told her my inner desires without saying a word.

Daphne: ‘Someone is hard eh?’

Her hand cupped my bulge and stroked it up and down, slipping into my boxers fingertips first, and feeling the entire length of it on her palm. My hands automatically went to her breasts and fondled them with tenderness, brushing my fingers across her nipples as she caressed my cock with care.

Daphne (whimpering): ‘You do know how to make girls feel good huh?’

Our asses sank into my bed as she continued to harden me, and I was sliding my hand down her belly to her spreading legs. For a lady, she was shaved to perfection and the flesh on her groin was soft like marshmellows – gently impressionable.

Once my middle finger touched her clit, her body tensed up and we fell onto the bed together. Lying side by side, our hands made the biggest movements without so much a flinch in our faces.

Me: ‘Nice?’
Daphne: ‘Yeah. Better than him. He only knows how to ask me to pleasure him. Now I prefer you.’

As the man on the bed, I got up and arranged her so she could lie proper on my pillow. Opening her legs up to the sides, the sporty girl could do a split with her knees bent, serving up a juicy abalone in the most vulnerable pose. I laid chest down on the bed and started feasting on her pussy, licking it with a tongue to taste her sweetness. Once I got to flick her clit faster, Daphne’s body thrashed around the bed groaning for mercy. For a first timer, I expected nothing less from this breathtaking sight of a cutie squirming desperately from pleasure.

I continued to tease her till my mouth got tired, and her moans were barely audible when I stopped, drained and exhausted from the overpowering dose of excitement her body never expected to receive.

Me: ‘You okay Daphne?’
Daphne (breathless): ‘Yeah.. dying.. but it felt good.’

I laid beside her to rest and after a while, it was her turn to play. I did not really pay any attention to her when she sat up, knowing that whatever she did, it should NOT be sex. Well, I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, she was squatting down on me and had her legs opened a distance from my hips. No wonder I couldn’t feel what she was up to on the bed. Thank you memory foam.

Just as I jolted up from my bed, she let go of her strength and slammed my dick into her pussy, tearing her senses apart from a frantic struggle to hug me. Again, I was immobilised by her weight and the sharp pain in my groin disappeared at a rate I was sure I would be dead by then.

While she had her chest on me during the pause, I thrust my hips gently to take the pain away, working like magic for the both of us. In no time, she was moaning as I made desperate little groans, totally indulged in her wet cunt that was swallowing me over and over again.

She sat upright and rocked her hips really fast, till an orgasm threw her back onto my chest. The contractions in her pussy squeezed me gently as she fought for sanity, screaming her lungs out in my chest. Right after she recovered, the next instruction came with as much hype as when she sat on top of me.

Daphne (moaning): ‘Doggie me kor. Drive me crazy with your stick!’

Seeing how horny she was, I got on my knees behind her and positioned her ass in front of my dick. In a single shove, my rod pierced into her ‘heart’ and I pounded her as she screamed for her life. Between the deep thrusts, there were moments of stillness whenever she came, drifting her in and out of unconsciousness using my dick as a stimulant.

By the time she fainted for the third orgasm, her voice had turned soft and weak. I was going slower as she came, unable to bear with the pressure building up in her pussy with each climax.

Me: ‘Daphne, I’m gonna cum.’

A sudden tight grip of her hands on my sheets stopped me abruptly, pulling my cock out carefully as her body gave off a small shiver. I turned her on her back and sat in front of her, lost at what just happened between us.

Daphne (whispering): ‘Can I try sucking you off?’
Me: ‘You done it before?’
Daphne: ‘Yeah.. a few times with him.’

I perched myself on the tabletop behind the headboard of my bed and she kneeled demurely between my legs. Seeing my dick disappear into her mouth was the best sight of the day, slowly feeling the warmth of her saliva coat around my beaten-up dick that was just inside her. The continuous swirl of her tongue heightened the sensitive tissues in my cock head, growing bigger in the comfort of her lips that was brushing along my shaft.

Slowly, she picked up her pace and bits of saliva dripped from my balls as she tried to force herself deeper. My senses disappeared one by one till only my little head was working, basked in the soothing, calmness of her blowjob that I could easily fall prey to.

We remained in that position for at least five minutes, slurping saliva and gagging noises lightly kept our ears opened for the grand finale.

Me (whispering): ‘Daphne.. I’m cumming now.’

She ended the blowjob and spat some saliva into her palms. One hand remained at the base in an ‘OK’ sign while the other jerked me mercilessly. The not-so-innocent girl managed to push all the buttons at the right spot and a girly moan escaped my mouth just as the first load erupted into the air.

Like a trained professional, she did not shy away and kept pumping my cock, oozing cum all over her hands as my body trembled stronger and stronger.

Me (begging): ‘Okok! I’m done! Stop stop!’

A grin on her face was her way of saying ‘no’ and the handjob continued passed my physical limits. I was so close to jumping away from her until the second ejaculation came and calmed me down, spraying a second load that was as big as the first.

Her fingers were totally covered in my cum when she switched to a massage, smiling silly while admiring my overworked expression.

Daphne: ‘Nice right? This will totally empty your balls so fresh sperms can grow.’

I slid down to my bed and watched her use her training bra to wipe her hands, and folded her P.E. shorts, underwear, bra, setting it down in the same order (from bottom to top) on a corner of my bed. Her school uniform went back on her body as normal and her pile of undergarments were left in my room.

Daphne: ‘Poor boy. Why are you so tired? Hehe. Help me wash my clothes k? I’ll drop by again tomorrow. Same time yeah?’

Her bag swung over her shoulders and she wrote her number down on my timetable-whiteboard before leaving. How would you handle a 16 year old that has suddenly dominated you? One thing for sure though, I will surely welcome her back into my house.

Missed Connection

A brunette haired girl gave me a longer-than-usual stare before plopping the two thick books in her hands down onto the table. Swiping her sundress over her bum, she took her seat and quickly crossed her long legs before any peeping tom looked up her dress.

Her smooth complexion was hard to ignore when she combed her fringe behind her ears, and out came a notebook and a pencil case to her working desk. I was at the table opposite hers, empty with three available seats but who would join tables when there were others? I continued with my notes taking for an upcoming test and much of the sunny afternoon passed without any interruptions.

After an hour or so, she unfolded her legs and beige showed itself under her dress. She got up and brought her books with her, walking over to my table with an awkward expression.

Girl (whispering): ‘Umm.. I’m so sorry to interrupt. Could you keep an eye on these for me? I need to make a call.’

I nodded discerningly and she went away. Just ten minutes later, she was back and a wide smile made the hot sunlight through the windows slightly more bearable. Her lips whispered a ‘thanks’ to me and she joined me at the study table. How could I remain focused with a beauty before me right?

Girl (whispering): ‘Looks like you’re going to be here for a long time huh?’
Me (whispering): ‘I’m actually almost done.’
Girl: ‘Kaylen’.
Me: ‘J.’

We resumed our own work and stayed quiet until I closed my book, and her vision fixated on me when I replaced the books back on the shelves. By the time I returned, she had her stuff cleared from the table and her books on her lap, as if ready to leave too.

Kaylen: ‘Are you in a rush? Wanna get dinner?’

I had no plans for the evening but I wasn’t sure what she was up to either. Why would she ask me out of so many better looking guys here? Perhaps she was avoiding someone? I agreed and we decided to dine at a coffeeshop nearby. Before we left the library, she needed to visit the toilet and I accompanied her to the entrance.

Barely five seconds after she entered the ladies, her head appeared around the door and held onto my sleeves.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘Come.’

Losing my balance to her tug, I fell in her direction and into the ladies I went, straight into the wider handicap toilet. Before I could make sense of the situation, she had me up against the concrete, tiled wall and her lips came onto my neck. I pushed her an arm’s length away and she reached for my belt immediately, surprised to see it come loose with just a click.

What had gotten into her?

As I let her lower my jeans, I dropped my bag onto the dry floor and hugged her close before more damage was done.

Me (whispering): ‘What are you doing?’
Kaylen (whispering): ‘You? I can’t resist you.’

She held my face between her palms and gazed into my eyes, looking down to my lips and cupped her hand over my underwear.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘Your eyes, your lips, you look so sexy when you are focused.’

Her cold fingernails wriggled into my briefs and she slapped my hands onto her butt. The firm yet fleshy ass, without any underwear on. It wasn’t a beige panties I spotted. It was her pussy!

When I was caught in the drift of her lust, she had taken a seat on the toilet cover, face to face with my cock. Her hand continued to stroke it to its full potential, twitching with excitement and fear at the same time. A few seconds of pause gave her time to accumulate saliva in her lower jaws and she went down on me next.

Sucking with vigour, I was totally lubricated and in a trance from her up-down moving lips, soft tongue gliding underneath my shaft. I slipped my free hands into her spaghetti dress and felt her naked breasts, warm and perky with nipples hard as rock for the tip. Toying with those erected pokey summits, Kaylen went even deeper and flooded my mind with a wave of extra hot throat.

I was done with her mouth after a while and I turned her body so she could lie on the water tank behind her. I dropped onto my knees and opened her legs wide, letting her find something to hold them apart for me. Sweetness was the first flavour I tasted as I brushed my tongue across her slit, tip then going on her clit to vibrate slightly.

She peeled her vaginal flaps open for me and I began cycling through the alphabets, drawing them with my tongue on her pussy. Those hands that dug into my hair was so lively and energetic. She guided my mouth wherever she felt best and her body was trembling with pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was breathless and stopped my licking, staring straight down at me with an anticipating look.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘You are fucking good at this.’

She got off the seat and let me take her place, and got busy on her phone for a moment. When she placed it on the toilet paper holder, did I realised what she just did. Could I be worried when she’s the person with most to lose? She turned herself towards the door and stuck her ass out on me. One hand wrapped around my rod and her feet shuffled to get to the right distance.

Raw and wet, her touching knees forced all the air out of me when she sat over my lap. Once the gasps and moans subsided, I pulled the straps of her dress off and held her gorgeous melons in my hands. As I began to knead them, she started bouncing her ass, slurping me in and out at erratic tempo.

It didn’t take me long to stand up on my feet and had her hold onto the hangers behind the door. With our feet stable on the floor, I pounded her in long strokes that landed gently on her ass, silencing the overwhelming horniness that could heat up the whole toilet. Between our session, people came and went, oblivious to what was happening in the last cubicle.

Kaylen’s juices were leaking all over her legs and I was thrusting in a steady rhythm. She turned over to me after some time and let one of her legs over my arms holding onto her waist. Giving me more space to penetrate deeper, I sank my cock all the way in and hammered the life out of the both of us.

We remained in this position for about five minutes, filled with hot breaths all over each other’s bodies and sweat sticking our clothes together.

Kaylen (whispering): ‘I can’t take this anymore.. My legs are going weak.’
Me (whispering): ‘You came?’
Kaylen (whispering): ‘Duh! A few times already!’
Me (whispering): ‘Then, it’s my turn.’
Kaylen: ‘Sit.’

I pulled my cock out of her and slumped onto the toilet bowl. She pulled her feet out of her flip flops and kneeled on them, before taking my cock into her mouth again. This time, she made me slouch lower so I could get my body straight. Her forehead slammed onto my tummy as she took it down her throat, gagging at the same time as I panted.

As quietly as she could, I was getting mouth-fucked by her. There was no sign of mercy when she fondled my sensitive balls, lips tightly sealed around my shaft. Just as the climax built up, I brushed my hand across her cheek and she knew what I was hinting.

Her mouth stayed at the small head and tongue came to swirl around it, while her hand pumped the rest of the exposed shaft. My eyes had shut themselves in the pure enjoyment of this royal treatment and she was bobbing her head a little to help.

About two minutes later, my body began shaking and my cock thickened momentarily. A strong gush of cum shocked her but she kept her lips closed, still moving along the deadly bump under my penis ‘hood’. The whole ejaculation felt like a long time especially when she did not let go of me, jerking for more cum until my dick was completely shrunkened.

When we were done, she looked around for somewhere to dispose of the cum but she didn’t notice the other use for the toilet I was seating on. So, in a gulp, she swallowed with her neck straightened and straddled over my lap for a rest.

For a good few minutes, we made out with our hands roaming on each other’s genitals, but she was the more accessible one for me to give another orgasm to. At last, she got off me and we dressed up as fast as we could. The escape plan was simple, she left the toilet first and whispered out loud for me to exit when the coast was clear.

Legs tired but mood satisified, we went for our dinner that was filled with chatty conversations about our lives. After that, was a walk through the NPark opposite the library until I was brought to her block unknowingly.

Kaylen: ‘Still available for the night? No one’s home.’

That said, it was an unexpected but rewarding study trip at the library, all the way to her house.

Poly Connections

Me (whispering): ‘Fiona, it’s done.’

The round faced cutie snoring lazily next to be opened her eyes in the most princess-like manner, and looked confused at my gleeful smile. Despite her asking me to help her with her final year project, she actually dozed off as I got started.

I fired up her application and briefly showed her the inner workings, before she took over the mouse to test a few critical features. The smile that came brightened my day, knowing that the most important phase of our poly life was completed.

Fiona was the ‘bimbo’ in our class, that we, the few borderline performing students took care of while the more studious guys raced to the top. Given her looks and wealth, it was no surprise that she was at the mercy of temptation from the smarter groups whom had helped her out albeit with hidden agendas.

Nonetheless, she joined our clique after a few girls warned her about the dangers, living her life out as the entertainment producer and snacks supplier. The few of us stuck together through some of the worst time and in return, we gave her a modified, but working copy of our work whenever we were done.

Now that the submission dates were closing, the top performing students began their holiday while the others struggled. About how I ended up at her place, it was one of the times she needed help again, for her final year project that was unique to every student. Alas, I had done my job of helping this sweet girl out of her misery that cost her many sleepless nights.

She rolled the table away once the codes were saved, and gave me space to lie on. The past three hours had been the most intense, apart from my own project that took more time. Still, I doubt she understood if I told her that her project was easier than mine.

Fiona: ‘Tired?’
Me: ‘A little.’
Fiona: ‘I have asked my maid to cook dinner for you. So you’re staying no matter what.’

Her parents had left her this house to stay in as it was closer to school, while they stayed in another that acted more like a hotel for their busy schedules. Long story short, it was just her and I having dinner in the big empty house.

Fully clothed in shirt and jeans, I shut my eyes for a moment to get those pain out of my eyes that have been staring at her Mac screen for the past few hours. She had already changed into a light blue nightie before her nap, leaving me to be the only one tired.

For someone like me, I had never dreamed of bedding her. Yes she has the figure, has the looks, does not have the maturity, probably inexperienced in the eyes of wolves too. But it was her status that I felt superiorly inferior to. Her family, her wealth, her need to study, man. I could only wish to be like her.

In the queen sized luxurious bed, the comfort of it had long drawn me deep into the mattress. It was a hotel bed at home – for me. The outspoken gorgeous girl tucked me under her blanket and snuggled closer to me, whispering words of thanks into my ears.

Given how (physically) close we were, we could have fucked right there and then. But she did not move anywhere else, till I was sleeping. A hand had brushed over my groin, waking me up to a drowsy but awake state of mind. The loosening of my belt relieved the tightness around my waist, and the buttons of my jeans popping free got the best of my curiosity.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey. Don’t. Just sleep?’
Fiona: ‘You sleep. I have some confessions to do.’

She wriggled her hand into my underwear with a grin I couldn’t ignore, wrapping her fingers carefully around my growing manhood. As my cock rose, my undies and jeans were lowered to my thighs, where I could kick them away without assistance.

She then brought my procrastinating clenched fist to her chest, opening them up to cup over her wondrous blossoms. How could I resist squeezing them? As I kneaded the fleshy full lumps gently, her sensual moans escaped into my ears. My massaging hand glided along her satin nightie and went under it, feeling all of her smooth skin under my palm.

First, it was her boobs I fondled and teased. Next, it was her pussy. The tiny silk panties did not stay long on her once I lowered them, freeing her groin for something more useful – my fingers.

Her legs parted upon touching her clit, and moving my fingers in circles kept her moaning and gasping. This mutual masturbation part was soon driving us crazy, and she was jerking me in an awkward grip.

Me (whispering): ‘Have you done a handjob before?’
Fiona (whispering): ‘No. You’re my first.’
Me (whispering): ‘What about your ex? Anyone touched you like this before?’

She hugged my arm closer and whispered, ‘no. You’re still the first’. She stopped stroking and pulled the blanket away, before bringing her head to my waist. Her mouth went over my dick immediately and her tongue came forth for the recee. The graceful swirls, the inquisitive licks, the painless nibbling, I was going out of my mind with her tease.

As my body began trembling from sensitivity, her lips glided down my hard shaft and relieved it of her torture. It was so soothing and she got the message quickly. Her lips went up and down a few more times, before I stopped her. Not being used to receiving blowjobs, she returned to my side and it was my turn to go down on her.

Kneeling between her legs, I raised her knees and went down on her clit. A loud moan came as I began with letter A, feeling the beauty of cunnilingus by a soft, slippery wet organ. The neutral taste of slimy cum lubricated my lips and her opened legs provided ample space to breath and lick. There was no stopping once she felt how good it was, and the orgasms that came totally got her addicted to it.

We managed to get to Z with three orgasms from the innocent girl’s body, before she had to push me away for the same reason – oversensitivity. We laid in each other’s arms while our hands continued massaging, and it was a moment we knew could last forever.

Fiona: ‘J, I want to make you cum can?’

Faced with a first timer, it was important to me that she felt confident about handling guys. I got her to sit between my legs, and put a few pillows under my hips. Like a dining table, she was holding onto my rod at an angle she could suck at, or just jerk me off.

Then, her mouth went over my cock again, and used her other hand to caress my balls. Between the blow and handjobs, my eyes were on her. The mesmerising sight of a rich, young girl, sucking off a guy who was clearly not as lucky as her. The domination-like feeling really got to my balls as I began feeling bad for her.

Before long, she stopped fondling my testicles and went between her legs, masturbating herself while I was groaning in ecstacy. Damn, this firing squad would summarise the end of our little escapade.

Me (panting): ‘Fion, I’m about to cum!’

Her head moved faster up and down, bumping her lips in particular over the long shaft under the hood. Just as I was about to cum, she parked her lips at the tip and circled her tongue around the most sensitive area ever.

A few seconds of that and my hips buckled hard, shaking violently as her cheeks collapsed with a tight suck. Her lips unconsciously kept sliding over the little hood as she struggled with the incoming load, forcing a few more shots out of my deflated balls.

As soon as I was done, I signalled for her to give way to me and she grabbed an empty cup nearby. The huge load of thick, viscous, white cum blobbed into it, and the curious lady just played with it.

Me: ‘Go wash your mouth!’
Fiona: ‘Why? It tasted okay!’
Me: ‘Really? Don’t tell me you are going to..’

She placed the edge of the cup at her lips and took a deep breath, before emptying the content into her throat. The lips-biting expression melted my heart and she jumped into my arms after I opened them. I let her complete the task of submitting her project online.

Sitting behind her with my fingers wriggling in her pussy, playful Fiona was at my mercy as orgasms hit her hard. We were back to ravishing each other once her project was online, flooding her huge room with erotic moans of sexuality.

Fiona (whispering): ‘Shall we use a condom and go all the way this time? You’re tempting me to have sex with you.’

The hornified us didn’t wait for another day to use it, fucking our minds out on her defloration day. Dinner proved to be the hardest part of the day having to hold ourselves back from any playful teasing.

Robinson Crusoe

Hiding in my tent by the beach, the sound of rain had hid the frantic footsteps till my tent’s entrance was unzipped in a hurry.

Girl (shouting): ‘Sorry! Can we hide here for a while?’

Before I could respond, the two young Chinese girls entered to my half-dressed state, with my top naked. They had those dry-fit shirts and FBTs on, totally opaque to see what they were wearing underneath.

I was eating my dinner from a pan elevated by some rocks, surrounded by my opened, huge sleeping bag.

I had never expected teens their age to come to this lesser-known location, often untold to preserve the peaceful nature reserve. Well, I was there to relax and fish for a few days.

As they were drying their hair with the towels they had in their duffel bags, I quickly put on a shirt and tided my ‘room’.

Girl: ‘I’m Natasha. She’s Rebbecca.’

Rebecca: ‘You can call us Tasha and Becca.’

I replied with my name and shook hands in an unceremonious way, still slightly taken aback by this sudden intrusion. As the rain got heavier, temperature dropped to a level we Singaporeans were never prepared for. Not long after, they had my wooly pullover and sleeping bag around their bodies, shivering under the unhelpful cosies.

Becca (whispering): ‘Are you hungry?’

Tasha (whispering): ‘Duhh.. ‘

They were obviously eyeing my food and I had more than enough to fill my stomach. I grabbed two mess tins that I never planned to get dirty and filled it with rice I brought from mainland. They watched hungrily as the brown, butter sauce was poured over it, along with a thick slice of fish filet.

Without further ado, the two girls ate up and had more drinks, only to slow down once they were filled. Looking happily drunk, I took the mess tins from them and set them aside.

Me: ‘When are you girls going back?’

Becca: ‘Supposed to be an hour ago. But the boat didn’t come. Probably the weather?’

Great. On a secluded island off Indonesia, two girls, one tent. The next day would be the most likely time their boats would come. But not for me. I had no plans on returning till my mood was better.

Tasha: ‘What about you? When are you.. ‘

Me: ‘Shhh!’

I threw a worn shirt over the few light sticks used to lit the tent and we sat motionless. Shouts were heard and flares lit the translucent sheets of the tent to a fiery glow. Then, the shoutings came closer and the girls scurried to my sides, awaiting for explanation.

Both my hands were held in theirs until forty minutes later, when we didn’t hear any noises for the past ten minutes.

Tasha (whispering): ‘What happened?’

Me: ‘They could be hunters, or kids like you girls. This island is known for it’s peacefulness and.. ‘

Guy: ‘Oi! *incomprehensible shoutings*

The zip came undone and torches were flashed in our faces.

Guy: ‘J? Is that you?!’

Me: ‘Yeah. Me me.’

Guy: ‘Man. You really hide yourself well. Don’t come out for the rest of the night. Something is happening out here. Do you need anything? Water?’

Me: ‘As you can see, we have plentiful coming from above.’

Guy: ‘Remember what I say! Stay quiet like just now.’

He closed the entrance and shadows circled us a few times before leaving us in the dark again.

Me (whispering): ‘They are the local rangers. Don’t worry. I know that guy.’

The two shaking girls did not move anywhere and each took a mouthful of vodka from the bottle. There was no mistakes to be made about a bottle being handed around in the air.

We adjusted our positions and laid on the thick sleeping bag, jackets and towels pulled over our bodies by the frightened little girls. Having spent most of the day relaxing, the night was a different story for me. Adrenaline was rushing through my head to ensure my own safety, even if these two strangers weren’t around.

I was wide awake when snores started coming, deemed inaudible by the loud splattering of the rain. Just then, I felt a hand moving over my crotch, and turned to see Becca looking at me. Her eyes sparked with admiration, and her hand teased with passion.

In the darkness lit by the moonlight hitting my green tent, her hair ruffled along the groundsheet as our lips met, frolicking in the most unimaginable location, and situation. My hand dug into her tiny beach shorts and felt her stubby pussy, left untrimmed for as long she was here on the island.

After stripping our bottoms away, we carefully removed whatever ‘blanket’ we had over us and I laid on top of her, cutting short on the foreplay once we knew we were ready.

Me (whispering): ‘Condom?’

Becca (whispering): ‘What happens here stays here. Let’s skip that.’

She lifted her shirt to get it out of the way and guided my cock into her pussy. She was warm, wet and accommodating to my graceful entry, deep breaths taking over the moans if not for the dangerous grounds we were on.

Quite ironically, we began fucking in the most intense manner possible, hips slamming onto her groin, cock drilling into her body. It felt heavenly to be doing a warm body amidst the cold weather, calming our adrenaline/ lusting/ grateful rush with this simple act.

Although we could barely see, the involuntary contractions of her pussy on my dick told us more than enough. Her voice grew sexier as she whispered to me, about the ‘thing’ that was enlarging inside her. The wet, slurping sounds did not bother us a bit, as I pounded her as fast as I could.

We spent about ten minutes in the outdoor-indoor missionary position before she signalled a break for us. Her knees went onto the padded sleeping bag and her ass stuck out in the most slutty angle ever. I wasted no time and drove my cock back into her, slapping her ass loudly with my vigour.

The only thing that changed was her tightness, that pushed me to an overbearing state of mind as we fucked. Her friend Tasha, wasn’t even in our presence despite how close we were next to her.

Till then, I did not think about Becca getting her orgasms. I was nearing the edge myself and it was that passionate sex we were having that distracted me from the superficial proof of skills – orgasms.

Becca (whispering): ‘J?’

Me (whispering): ‘Yeah?’

Becca (whispering): ‘I’ll suck you off. You can unload in my mouth.’

I slowed down to a stop in that squeezing tight, addictive cunt of hers. And she patted on the empty spot next to Tasha for me to lie down on. Her mouth came over my dick shortly after and took her time, clearing with some training on her arms that never showed as much a tremble.

Her neck bobbed back and forth, using those agile tongue to pleasure me till I was ready to blow. Then, a hand from the side belonging to Tasha turned me towards her and we kissed.

As I squirted my manmade protein shake into Becca’s mouth, Tasha’s eyes were locked onto mine, gleaming with joy while my body let off a slight tremor. Becca’s mouth pulled away after the collection and she fell by my side, swallowing all of it without effort.

She turned her body towards me and hugged me while going to sleep, and another hand took over my retracting cock. Tasha kept fondling me for the next few hours, while my hand worked tirelessly in her black FBT shorts. We were both horny and overwhelmed by the time sunlight shone onto the waterproof canvas.

Tasha took Becca’s hand and flung it away, waking her up in a disgruntled look while I got worried. I wouldn’t want to be the reason for conflict between these two assumed-BFFs right?

Tasha rolled over my body and yanked my shorts down, while picked kneeled between my legs to strip her own shorts off. She climbed over my tummy and sat over my dick, with it all happening before her friend’s and my eyes.

The moment she started riding me, Becca jumped up and removed her shorts. Squatting over my face, my tongue began work at sunrise, licking the pussy I just fucked earlier while another was bombarding my mind with the juicy sounds.

The two girls had started a fight on each others’ boobs, squeezing and pinching while I was lying helplessly underneath. The pussy before me could only be tasted on and off while she fidgeted, but still managed to experience the increased flow of her pussy juice as Becca came.

*Mmm.. Mmm!*

I could only make those noises as I was about to cum. Not only did Tasha ignore that, she moved even faster, pulling Becca into her arms as they made out. The arms around the girls couldn’t be more sexy to watch. My body shook violently as my cum launched into the outer space, or inner space of her, pumping for as long as she kept grinding on me.

After I was spent and exhausted, or I should say, overwhelmed by the sensitive cock-head, I crawled out from under them and quickly moved to a side. The girls fell onto the ground and stuck their hands into their partners’ pants, fingering each other with a competing expression on their faces.

They only took a few minutes to cum together and the sisterly hug after that was heartwarming to watch. The two messy-haired, crumpled clothed, breathless girls regained their composure and changed into fresh sets of attire in front of me.

A bikini top and bottom for the skinny Becca who added a crotchet crop top and translucent shawl around her waist. A maxi-beach dress without any underwear for Tasha who had beautifully browned complexion. They gave me their Singapore-based contact numbers before leaving for the jetty, where multiple boats awaited the crowd of stranded visitors for departure.

Guy (shouting): ‘J!’

The armed man with two equally equipped teammates walked up to us and put his arms around me.

Guy: ‘So did you guys have fun in the tent?’

The two girls weren’t shy and teased them with details, while I was a little skeptical about his intentions.

Me: ‘So Raj.. what happened last night?’

Raj (whispering): ‘Resistance meet pirates. Pirates no likey resistance. Guess who did the dirty work forrest? And.. terrist a party on the other side of the island. Maybe you should visit. Lotsa girls – naked.’

Rebecca and Natasha left the island after saying goodbyes and I was back at my tent. No I did not visit the party on the other side. Those are for the locals (rangers perhaps?) to jump into.

After two more nights, I returned to civilisation and met up with the girls shortly after. For one, we will be back to that island, albeit on a more secure spot, with some equipments for sex apart from survival.

A Smile that Lit the World

This special entry is made possible by Eden, whom had described a night with Ena in such details. Brought to you by Jhae in his overly action-packed style, guilty of little-to-no depiction of emotions or whatsoever. Enjoy!

The bubbly, shy blogger could not contain her curiosity any longer, being driven into the town area at noon where she had taken a day off. Breathing deeply, she asked Eden, ‘where are we going?’ He lightly plastered a finger on his lips as he focused on driving, turning into the lobby of a hotel right by the Singapore River.

Ena could not be excited knowing how expensive this place was, not even getting to the part where she felt the most unworthy of being treated like a princess for doing possibly the least amount of work. ‘Are you serious? This place is not cheap you know? And I am so poorly dressed’, she tried to remind him that anywhere else would be alright as he knew how to treat her well.

Eden did not say a word when he alighted, handing the car keys wrapped with a ten dollar note to a waiting valet boy. He left a gap under his arm for Ena to slip hers into and she did so quickly, a little worried about getting seen by anyone.

They walked to the front desk where he told them their name, and an access card was slid to him across the marbled counter. Ena had been looking around the whole time, trying to take in the whole extravaganza. Now breathing even heavier, the music in the elevator steered her mind towards the erotic thoughts of being in total privacy of the hotel room, no matter how basic the class of the room was.

Once they brightened up the room with the card key, Ena suddenly felt her knees went weak, caused by the spaciousness of the room. Her next question, ‘which room is this?’, went unanswered while he peeled her small clutch off her shoulders. Just as she was standing in the corridor dumbfounded, his arms went around her waist and shifted up her voluptuous D cups, kneading them at a gentleness she liked it to be.

In the room, she felt less shy and began releasing the soft, erotic moans, reaching behind her back for his bulge that was pushing against the zips of his pants. He was rock hard and ready for her, like how wet she was for him.

They waded towards the bed and fell face down on the luxurious queen-sized mattress, sinking comfortably in a few inches. As soon as she got on her knees to make way into the centre of the bed, he had slipped the straps of her maxi dress to her shoulders. In little time, she was in her black undies with laces lining the edges.

Eden undid his pants to the floor and jumped into the bed next to her, hands back to her bra cups instantly. Little did he know, that her boobs were more arousing that her pussy, and toying with them simply made her reach for her panties to start work immediately.

After spending a bit of time on her chest, he let his fingertips trail down her chest and tummy, into the panties that was all warm and wet. The moment he attacked her erected clit, she slammed her hand onto his underwear where the pain quickly went away with some petting. Her hand disappeared into his briefs too and was jerking him in an erratic motion as he used his middle finger along her slit, teasing her to craziness by going near to her vagina but never into it.

Sure enough, it didn’t take much effort to send Ena into a frenzy, flipping onto her fours over Eden. She peeled those pesky underwear down and lowered her mouth to his rod, where it was throbbing with life in her palm. ‘Ena?’, that being the only word he could say, did not last once her mouth went over his cock, devouring it in one mouth.

Each lap upwards sent him into a little shock that vibrated across her body, turning Ena on even more with his cuteness. She had learnt that, the reason he loved teasing, was cause he would not hold up being teased. Inflicting the pleasure he was weakest to made sense, at the expense of turning her crazy.

With that all figured out, his dick dived deep into her throat without mercy. And that few seconds she had her head down would get him groaning like a girl, totally out of control by just a pair of lips over his rod. Each stroke turned longer when she lifted her lips to his dickhead and went back down deep. Eden had long lost his mind since she pounced on him. Surprisingly, the motivation came from the unexpected treat to a hotel room this posh, one that she knew she had little chance of getting into.

A strong push from Eden turned her onto her back, and her bra and panties came loose with his experienced hands. He disappeared over the edge of the bed and dived into her pussy, licking it thirstily while his hands rolled the pair of tiny nipples, assisted by her strong palms that guided him around.

Her body quickly went into a desperate mode unable to cum, and his tongue simply made it too overbearing for her sensitive clit. Her mind, along with her body, was about to break out into something she had held back from everyone she knew – even Mister.

‘Come!’, she grabbed his wrists and yanked him over her body, falling onto the pair of fleshy cushions he had been playing with. His cock had came dangerously close to her but there was something else they needed to do. Shower? Or condoms? One belonged to Eden, and the other was Ena’s.

Eden fished a pack of condom out of his bag and handed it to Ena, while he took his shirt off. She cheekily rolled it over his cock that wasn’t exactly big nor thick, but nonetheless, it was cute in her eyes. It was that very stick she would lost control to, and at the same time, control him with. Which of the above would he prefer? Ena just couldn’t command any less erotic thoughts in that situation.

They moved to the centre of the bed and her legs went up immediately. His elbows bent her knees to the sides as he leaned his hips at her labia, ready to tear through those checkpoints for immigration. A little help from Ena later, he sank his meat stick into her, that garnered a strange thought from her – to take good care of it.

Ena gave a little squeeze and he began pumping, ramming his cock at her G-spot he accidentally located. Despite not having a ‘large’, he was making her moan in a manner and volume she could never at her own bedroom. That energetic series of thrusts blanked her mind easily, and the hands that landed on her boobs did not ring a bell until he squashed them hard.

Instead of feeling an ache, the pain guided the pleasure from below right up her head, lighting her sanity bulb till it blew her mind. From then, it was pure sex happening in that bedroom. Cold droplets of sweat dripping on her, juices leaking out of control over his shaft that allowed a speed bump. They had become the little bunnies that discovered a new position for mating.

While the intensity took its toll on the pair of sexed-up adults, Eden was barely holding in his load from her increasingly tight vortex. Not long later, he pulled out and fell onto the bed. Ena, still trippy from the incoming waves of pleasure from their earlier act, climbed over his hips and got him in without effort.

She placed his hands on her bouncing boobs and began rocking, eyes closed to shut out the embarrassment from being so wild. Her mind was all over the little Eden sliding across her weak spot, gathering all her sensitivity for yet another orgasm that trembled her body.

They kept at it till about two orgasms later, Eden gave Ena a little pat on her thighs to bring her back. Panting loudly, he told her what he needed to get off his dick, ‘Ena.. I can’t cum like this. It’s too overpowering’. Dismounting with a concerned look, she was ready to let him live out one of his fantasies, ‘how would Eden want to finish off?’

She bit her lips when she heard ‘blowjob?’, and the condom was off. She led him to the edge of the bed and kneeled politely between his legs, tucking her hair behind her ears for a feast.

A lick of her lips brought her mouth over him and she was on her small Slurpee, running her relaxed, soft tongue under his shaft as she bobbed her head faster. The varying suction had him holding onto her boobs so he could remain upright, distracting him from properly massaging her. Well, Ena wasn’t concerned about her own pleasure, since she had too much of it by then.

Instead, she shortened the distance on his shaft and went all out on the portion below his little head. Lots of saliva helped her to continue smoothly, and his hips thrust a little to take some effort off her.

After a full three minutes, his hand went behind her head and held her still, before a strong jet of cum sprayed over her tongue. Since she wasn’t able to move, she used her tongue to tickle his sensitive cock head until every drop was out. A final suck brought him down to the bed and Ena felt confident with his cum in her mouth.

Still untired, she laid next to him close enough to let him hear the ‘big gulp’, shocking Eden into giving her some attention. They took an hour to rest their exhausted body before they got dressed. Of course, Ena had not forgotten the pink Benwa balls he had given her some time back.

As for dinner, the food at the restaurant replenished their energy, while Ena was awkwardly trying to contain her raging hormones. Once they finished their dessert, they made their way back into the room, where they stripped quickly without any underwear on.

Eden helped with getting the toy out and it was wet with a thick coating of clear juices over it. The shower they took together was filled with moans as Ena had a second helping of dessert from his pipe, freshly washed and flavoured with strawberry lubricant.

As for her, Eden went into doggie style with renewed stamina after his initial load, ramming screams into the glass windows of their room. The rest of the night needed no description as they had fun around the superior room, testing the reliability of each furniture.

Ena, if you are reading this, Eden has a message for you.

Although I don’t know when was the last time you were treated like a princess, I certainly hope you felt like one with me. Well, I should say, ‘felt like a princess turning into an empress’. :p The dinner, the company, the fun.. Not knowing when we can meet again, I am sure the impressions you leave on me (and my dick), will last for a long time.

Frankly speaking, I couldn’t forget the scene when you make those cute voice with my fingers wriggling inside you. Till we meet again, let Pinky take care of you. Wear it when you think of me.

Slutty XMM

Slipping on the red bralet that left most of Shermaine’s belly exposed, a pair of high waist shorts completed her outfit for the day. The walk to the bus stop attracted lots of gaze in her direction, mostly admiring the fair, slim waist with a piercing through her belly button.

Samson: ‘Shermaine!’

The slim cut, blue buttoned shirt matched his legs-conturing jeans well and she threw her arms around him for a well-deserved hug after a long period of busyness.

Shermaine: ‘Where are we going now?’
Samson: ‘Want to get right down to it?’
Shermaine: ‘Where?’

He tucked her hand under his arm and brought her to a newly built HDB, staircase eerily quiet without much occupants residing there. Their impatience finally broke free when they found a safer floor, with no shoes or lights from the couple of units on that level.

He had shoved his knees between her legs hard to support some of her weight and she immediately returned his advancement with a deep kiss. Tongues got to work and her hips grinded on his knee seductively. That pair of shorts have been pressing on her crotch tight, somehow teasing her with each step taken.

Soon, their hands got busy and her shorts came off while his jeans was lowered to his thighs. The scarf she had around her bag was wrapped around her waist, in case anyone walked in on them.

Still making out passionately, her fingers had gone around his rod and he did the same for her, except he was rubbing up and down her clit. As temperature rose on his stick, feminine lubricant had begun leaking from her pussy. As far as it goes, things could only go hotter from there.

Samson got his girlfriend to sit on the steps while he descended to get into the correct height. Without wasting any time, she opened her legs and held his head, going straight for her juicy cunt that was waiting.

For that slutty little girl, he couldn’t expect any less from her. Despite how sexy she wore, the fragrant scent between her legs kept him going and her moaning for more. Swiping left and right, flicking up and down, sucking hard and soft, his hair was ruffled into a mess as she held him down.

Samson (whispering): ‘Baby.. let me rest for a while.’

Maintaining a coy smile, she let him go and made some space for him on the step. Next up was her going down a few steps, and laying on her side bum for his share of fun.

She swept her hair to create a ponytail on one side, and went over his dick instantly. The first tease was her lips slipping quickly up and down his penile hood, heightening the sensitivity till he had to beg her to stop. Instead of ending it right there, she sank her jaws down his shaft so he could draw a deep breathe. Thereafter it was just long, sensual trips on his manhood, sucked to a deadly edge of cumming anytime.

Samson (whispering): ‘Baby.. it’s enough.’

She picked her head up and cleaned her mouth of saliva, before pulling him up in one move.

Shermaine: ‘Doggy?’
Samson: ‘Yupp. But I want to go on top when I cum. Can?’
Shermaine: ‘Anything you say babe.’

She went to the cleanest wall of paint and laid her forearm parallel on it. Her ass stuck out like a needy dog for Samson who was guiding her feet further backwards. Once everything was in place, he aimed handsfree at her pussy and drove right in, holding her waist motionless in case she tried to get away.

Shermaine: ‘Oh yes! Fuck me real good.’
Samson: ‘You’re going to get just that.’

The first few thrusts resonated the slapping sounds loudly but he quietened down by bending his knees a little, to jab her in an upward angle. Moans exited into the back of her hand and he was just breathing deeply. Before he realised, he was at full speed ramming into his tiny girlfriend till she was tip toeing in pleasure.

Shermaine: ‘I’m going to come soon! Shit! Hold me!’

Her cheek landed on the wall as her legs went into a cramp, the full weight of her body on the curled toes. Samson hugged her close to his chest and continued pumping slowly. Shermaine recovered in loud huffing sounds, limbs gone weak from that single climax.

Shermaine: ‘Babe, it happened again.’
Samson: ‘It’s okay ah. Have a sit.’

She was placed three steps from the landing and Samson leaned over her in push-up position. Shermaine knew she had to finish the job and helped him get his dick into her. Legs now spread apart on solid ground, Samson resumed the pounding that blurred Shermaine’s vision with orgasms.

His hard cock went in deep, stretching her vaginal walls thin enough to experience the graceful curve and bumps on it. The frequent deep thrusts had kept her clit well-loved to push her senses further up. As another orgasm creeped up her spin, Samson was feeling the gradual difficulty of keeping his speed up.

Samson (whispering): ‘Cumming soon baby?’
Shermaine (whispering in his face): ‘Let’s try to cum together this time. Don’t stop until you shoot k?’

He straightened his arms and closed his feet together. She wrapped her legs around him and one hand held firmly on the vertical columns of the railing.

As his body rammed faster at the same overwhelming depth, Shermaine’s body started shaking as the orgasm tipped over the edge. A few seconds behind her, Samson endured the ache from the squeeze and pushed forward.

In a groan, his elbows bent to hold her shoulders down on his dick, and the gush of cum broke free into her pussy like a dam being destroyed. When her body relaxed the powerful grip on his rod, Samson’s body trembled to the suction and fired a few more times, straight into her xmm.

Holding his cheeks in her hands, a beautiful afterglow warmed his heart and he pulled out, before sitting at her pussy.

Samson: ‘Let me feel inside k?’

A shy nod let his finger into the cum-filled hole and it was like an aquarium in it, full of thick, viscous bio-fluid.

Samson (whispering): ‘Squeeze for me. I’m going to take my finger out.’

A frown came with the pressure on his finger and he withdrew his ‘probe’, to see it cleaned of any cum that was supposed to be inside her. They then sat together as he fished out his packet of wet tissue, cleaning each other up before putting their clothes back on.

Like a lovey dovey couple, her arms were around him as they took a break.

Shermaine: ‘I love you baby.’
Samson: ‘Love you too babe. You’re super tight today.’
Shermaine (whispering): ‘I didn’t masturbate for a week just for you.’

Thanks to the contraceptive pills, there was no worry of being impregnated. They made their way down in the lift with some Bangladeshi workers, fully aware that this particular block was a favourite among public sex fanatics.

Their constant scanning of that sexy-bodied girl did not affect her mood, being confident and all after receiving her fair share of pleasure.

Samson: ‘Hungry?’
Shermaine (whispering cheekily): ‘I’m hungry for you. Can we go to your place now?’

The wide grin told her the answer and he led her in the direction of the bus stop, hopping on the next bus towards his 4-room flat. Imagine what they did when they found out that the whole of the upper deck of the bus was empty.

She changed into that ‘mini-sarong’ skirt during the journey and he managed to get her to cum once before their stop. With more eyes on her for the walk back to his place, her pussy had begun leaking cum from the anticipating pussy.

Four Levels Deeper

Ivan’s mind, and heart was thrown into a disarray when his plan went accordingly, to which he had to watch his very own girlfriend, Jacq, mingle with friends of Jake, the asshole who fucked, and left Jacq with a pussy full of his cum for Ivan to discover later. The mere thought of that fateful night got him really angry, but all he could think of was punishment, instead of forgiveness.

He could immediately tell from their faces, how despicable they were when she walked up to them in a lacy, spaghetti crop top and a pair soft, cotton tennis skirt that left a good deal of her fair legs for all to ogle at.

As they bought her rounds after rounds of drinks, Ivan’s gaze was switching between her, and the series of network-connected spy cameras he had installed in the hotel room where they was supposedly having a staycation – except that he had her tell them a ploy, that he would only return after work at 2am.

The group finished all their drinks as soon as she told them about the room, quickly making their way to maximise their time with her. As for Jacq, she knew that he would always be nearby, and watching. Ivan could only imagine how disturbed she was feeling, but the punishment had to be done.

Once in the hotel, Ivan, with his laptop and phone in his hand, made himself comfortable at the lobby while the gang proceeded upstairs. A single click activated the cameras in recording mode, providing him a live feed of the action happening in the room as it happened.

Like a rag doll, she was shoved into the bed as soon as the door was locked, sex-depraved men stripping as they surrounded her. Jake had held up his end of the deal by inviting no more than three men for this ‘party, himself included. Once all the participants were naked, Jake paved the way by perching her back against the headboard. He ushered for the rest to get started and boy, did they pounce on her like hungry wolves.

First were two men getting on their knees by her sides, impatiently raising her hands to their cocks so they could enjoy her shy fingers wrapping around their huge cocks. The third man then dived headfirst into her pussy, twisting his neck to gorge her shaved, smooth pussy out. The last to join in was Jake, easily sliding his cock into her mouth since he was already standing/ squatting in front of her.

The four of them went all out at her, though doing their best not to push her beyond her limits. Jacq was just moaning hysterically with a cock in her mouth! On Ivan’s screen, she did seem like a poor bitch getting ripped apart by four wolves. Oh how his heart ached, and cock throbbed. The whole punishment thing was proving itself impossible to bear even before the fun really began.

(Jakecommanding) ‘Guys, I don’t mean to be selfish but I’m going to draw first blood. Kit, pull her lower down on the bed.’

She was dragged to the center of the bed by her feet and Kit, the one eating her out, left momentarily to let Jake pick his position. The two guys at the end of her arms were still getting jerked off, though not for long. Jake had settled down between her legs, which he raised for Kit, then kneeling over her face, to hold.

Imagine a girl on her back, arms straightened out as far as they could reach, has her feet spread and raised up and above, towards her face. That was the position Jake would fuck her in. Kit took the opportunity to stick his cock down her throat, thrusting gently as Jake penetrated that helpless little girl.

The whole scene got more intense as Ivan watched her struggle, to the powerful pounding at her pussy, to which she could not moan or breath properly due to that second asshole’s cock in her mouth. Thankfully, it didn’t take them more than a minute to realise the horror of what she was going through, and relieved her of her obstructed breathing.

Jake basically went all out at that chance and pumped her till he came, depositing all of his load into her pussy without a single drop wasted. They had taken the liberty to shut her legs once he pulled his drenched cock out of her.

(Jake asking) ‘Who’s next!’

(Random man replied) ‘ME! Can?’

One of the handjob receivers described how he wanted to fuck her, and the rest just sighed at his unnecessarily-detailed plan. He could have just said ‘doggystyle’.

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Kit, the overly excited boy plopped his ass down and kept her face close to his groin, while the second ‘comer’ hammered her in record speed. The t.p.m. (thrusts-per-minute) was so high no one else could enjoy her any way else, locking them out of his indulgence. As disappointed as they were at his over-zealous spirit, he was making noises that seemed to come too soon.

(Random man groaned) ‘AHH! AHH! AHHHH! Fuck! Shit! God.. ‘

His body collapsed over Jacq’s back, and it was barely two minutes into his turn. The rest of them promptly called out ‘next!’ in unison to mock at his bad performance, to which he shamefully excused to one corner to sulk.

(Random man 2 asked) ‘Umm.. normal missionary can?’

The other two left the bed in silence to the both of them as if they knew of something, something like how easily he gets attached to people. Jacq was just lying motionless, partly exhausted, partly overwhelmed with guilt, and partly glad that this was going to make things better between Ivan and her.

Like a loving couple, he laid on top of her and slid his cock in, gasping at the wetness and tightness. The quick-turn of his head towards the sulking man told Ivan of how much he understood the cause behind his ‘fast-game’.

Unlike others, he paced his thrusts and even moved quite gracefully, slamming his hips almost vertically downward at her pussy, jabbing her at the second-most sensitive spot in her lady part. He was able to keep going for more than five minutes, before Jacq started acting up. To Ivan’s disbelief, the signs of her sensual massage on her own boob, other hand clawing at that man’s back, he was in fact, summoning an orgasm out of her.

In the next two minutes of their love-making, their breaths could be heard increasing in pace, as well as her erratic closing and opening of her thighs. Not long later, a loud, high-pitched moan came about to express her intense orgasm he had successfully induced.

(Kit interrupting suddenly) ‘Okok. My turn my turn.’

That weird young man pried him away and asked her to go down on him again, until he came. With Ivan’s knowledge of Jacq’s oral skills, he knew how long it might take her to make him cum, if not, impossible. He was fighting the urge to just storm into the room and end it before she was subjected to such uninformed way of treatment. Still, he managed to convince himself to stay put, five minutes at a time to see how things would turn out.

Kit, was leaving Jacq completely alone to do her thing, without any involvement of his hands or any hip-thrusts. Oh only God knows how long this ordeal was going to last – if Jacq didn’t have anything up her (non-existent) sleeves.

(Kit groaning) ‘WOAH WOAH WOAH! OH FUCK!’

Just three minutes into the oral sex, he was making noises Ivan didn’t understand. On his screen, he could see how dedicated Jacq was, making long, deep strokes up and down his shaft while keeping eye-contact. On that pixelated, zoomed-in view, she was doing something with her throat Ivan had never seen before.

(Kit grunting) ‘CUMMING CUMMING! STOP STOP STOP! ARGHHHHH!’

His attempt to crawl away from her was thwarted by the headboard right behind him, and she got on her knees to thoroughly drain him of anymore desires of girls going down on him. Finally, he had to literally dash out of bed to avoid any more of her, only for the rest to laugh at.

(Jacq calmly said to them) ‘Okay. You guys have to go now. We did everything as planned right?’

(Jake replied) ‘Yupp. Let’s go guys. I can only hope that we will see her again.’

The gang got dressed and disappeared quicker than before they had their fun, and Ivan went back to her after he confirmed their departure. In an unexpected twist of event, the couple discovered a whole new depth of love, that resulted in a night of hugs, sex, more hugs, crazy sex, crazy, sobbing hugs, and beyond-comprehension sex that covered everywhere from the windows, to the bathtub, right up to the opened door in the wee hours of the morning.

Now that is what I call ‘fucking love’.