Accidental Buzz

Me: ‘Hannah. I think your phone is ringing.’
Hannah: ‘Really? Help me see who is calling.’

I reached into her handbag I was carrying for her and at the source of the vibration, I felt something long and smooth.

Me (whispering): ‘Hannah. It’s your vibrator.’
Hannah: ‘Shit. My phone is in my pocket. Is it off?’

She took her bag from me after the accident happened and we left the shoe shop. Walking a few steps ahead of me, I could tell she was embarrassed, and no matter how she explained herself about the toy, there was no hiding from the fact that she brought her vibrator out. On the bus to her place from Bugis (I sent her home first), we had some privacy on the upper deck and she took her toy out, a purple vibrator that was shaped like a dildo.

Me: ‘Eh! Let me see it first!’

I snatched the toy away from her before she could remove the batteries and clicked the button on the rear end, cycling through the different modes.

Me: ‘Do you get turned on hearing the buzz?’
Hannah: ‘A little?’
Me: ‘Let me us it on you leh.’
Hannah: ‘Siao ah?!’

As she stuck her hand out towards the vibrator, I caught her arm and sent the toy right between her shorts, still buzzing in one of its many modes. Her legs shut themselves on my hand but I managed to push it hard against her groin, making her hug my arm in shyness.

Hannah (whispering): ‘Be gentle can?’
Me: ‘And you are the one clamping me so hard.. ‘

Her thighs relaxed and I moved the tip into one of the two openings, angling it on her clit. The denim shorts she wore wasn’t exactly that tight, so she could still enjoy the full power of that little toy.

After a few minutes of teasing, she finally gave in to her dark side and roamed over to my jeans, unzipping to reach my bulge. The salty scent of my cock filled our tiny space and the next thing she did was to bent over my lap. Covering my throbbing cock with her mouth, the obvious scent of dick was gone and she proceeded to coat it with her saliva, in generous amounts and an ample number of up-down strokes.

I was done with her mouth after a while and all she did was to look around once her head was up. Seeing that we had most of the backseats to ourselves, she stood up and stripped her shorts and panties off, only to wear her shorts back on in a flash.

Hannah: ‘Now you can put it in.’

Holding the base of the 5 inch toy, I pushed it into her pussy and turned off the vibration. Thrusting it in and out, we did not take long to wet it completely with moans whispering into my ears. Her hand never left my cock as I tortured her with the curved toy, tickling her G-spot till she came in my hand. Somehow, she did not get any wetter and that kept her shorts clean for more fun!

For most of the ride home, she was just clenching my arm as orgasms took her breaths away, to the fast jerking hand I was groaning to. With our stop nearing by the minutes, I pumped the toy even faster and her back kept arching up and down. Her hand movement got random with the bombardment of orgasms, driving me to my limits in the most abrupt manner ever.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum!’
Hannah (whispering): ‘Now?! But where.. ‘

The moment my first load sprayed into the air and over her fingers, she slammed her head down on my dick and sucked all that’s worth of me. Her lips stayed around the pink ring of death under my little head and it just kept me squirting hot cum into her mouth.

When my last squeeze came and only a drop oozed from the tip, she knew I was done and went on to suck me one last stroke down. Triggering another wave of cum, she emptied my rod and picked her head up, wiping her mouth while staring out of the window.

Hannah: ‘See la. We missed the stop. You walk me back ah!’

We sloppily cleaned our hands and mouth, before dashing down the stairs to alight at the next stop. Throughout the walk home, she focused on cleaning her cum-stained fingers while I continued to tease her. At last, we reached her void deck and I handed over the toy I was in charge of cleaning (since I used it most?)

Hannah: ‘Eh. Don’t tell anyone hor. If not we can’t do it anymore.’
Me: ‘You still want somemore ah?!’
Hannah: ‘Fuck la. I mean go out together.. and do it again?’
Me: ‘Cunning asshole.’

We parted ways after saying our goodbyes and my trip home was filled with her describing how crazy it was for us have did that, while we were attached to different partners. Well, we have Murphy’s law to thank for that right?

What can happen, will happen.

10 Years A Shot

Me: ‘Are you Carrie?’
Girl (exclaiming): ‘J?! It has been so long!’

We alighted the same bus at the stop between our houses, going back all the way to secondary school when it was common to bump into each other. It had been almost ten years since we last saw each other and her bubbly facial features weren’t something to be forgotten.

Carrie: ‘You’re going home now? Same direction ah?’
Me: ‘Yeah. Never moved anywhere. But I didn’t even bump into you for this long.’
Carrie: ‘Yeah lo. So weird. Wanna chat for a bit? Still early.’

We walked side by side to her block I remembered she lived in, admiring her ‘ah lian’ style of clothes. Consisting of a bra top spaghetti top and very short shorts, she had bloomed into a man magnet with her immature figure that suited her small frame very well. A gothic tattoo half covered under her top sort of pointed me to what decisions she made, handbag dangling from her slender arm.

Carrie: ‘So you married yet? So many of our classmates are married already. I think Liting even had a kid.’
Me: ‘Haha. How to marry? We both stopped at poly. Work and work just to live each day.’

At the void deck table, she took out a cigarette and offered one to me, one that I could not refuse after stopping for so long. Her feet automatically folded as we exhaled smoke, luring my eyes to her wide opened groin area. She was a hostess at a bar then and did not enjoy her work, often groped and felt up by drunken men in the dark.

The sudden change in her attitude appeared when I told her what I was working as, and her tone became really gentle.

Carrie: ‘Okay. I think it’s getting late. Send me up?’
Me: ‘Sure. Let me finish the stick.’

We sucked on our third herbs roll and went up her block, exiting together to walk her a little further. Dipping her hand easily into her bag, her keys clanged and she jingled it a little, eyebrow raising while she stared one second longer at me.

Carrie: ‘Want to come in?’
Me: ‘If your parents don’t mind.’

She opened her doors to the brightly lit living room, mother sitting on the couch watching the news.

Carrie: ‘Mummy, wo hui lai le. Wo de peng you jing lai yi xia.’
Mummy: ‘Hi.’
Me: ‘Hi auntie.’
Carrie: ‘Come.’

She pulled me by my elbow into her room, a few piles of clothes lying on the floor while two display racks lined against one side of the wall. I took my seat on her bed while she fumbled a pile for a white nightie, heading towards the door with it.

*Flick*

The lights went off and everything took a turn for the darker side. Shroud in mystery, I felt her hands resting on my shoulders and given them a much needed massage, before moving to the bed and behind me. Palms slid across my chest as I breathed deeply, mind leading me on as she reached the ends of my shirt.

I raised my hands as my top came off, only to feel her soft boobs touching my back when she leaned closer. Still behind me, she undid my belt and the loud zipper noises came on.

Carrie (whispering): ‘Wait for me.’

Shuffling sounds came and her shorts hit the pile in the distance, guiding me to lean backwards on her chest. Besides the non-stop movements of her hard nipples on my back, her hands were stretched all the way to my groin.

The hard on was easily subdued by her gentle up-down movements, tugging some skin along as she massaged it. Not senseless, I shifted myself away and laid on her bed, turning to her as she playfully flipped herself facing the wall.

I ran my hand across her waist and onto her breast, delicately kneading it with occasional pinches on her peaks. Moans started playing on her vocals as I roamed her body, only going for her pussy when she wrapped one leg around my thigh.

Smoothness was all that my fingertip detected when I went south, until a narrow canyon appeared. A tiny river running between her soft, fleshy valley met the shaft of my finger and she let off a louder unrestrained groan – just like how a scratch relieved an unbearable itch.

I started off by rubbing her clit and gliding along her slit, till she came once and could not stand my teasing anymore. Turning around to me, we looked at each other’s face and silence was all that bonded us.

Carrie (whispering): ‘Fuck me on top.. ‘

In a swift move, I got on my knees and let her part her legs under me, awaiting her to get ready for what she just asked for. A light grasp on my cock led me to her pussy, where she spread her labia apart with her fingers for me to sink into.

Inches at a time, I drove my screw into her bolt, that fitted so well with a little pressure around the shaft. We both took one deep breath of excitement as we felt the closest connection humans could have, and spent another few seconds trying to feel each other’s importance.

Me: ‘Ready?’
Carrie (shyly): ‘Yeah?’

She bit her lips once my hips began thrusting, thighs tapping lightly together in contrast to the deep strokes. It was all to minimise the suspicion of her mum (which everyone knows she knew). Stifled moans came into my neck as I pounded her faster and faster, enjoying the tightening grip of her vagina.

Just as I felt the difficulty to stick it into her, fingernails dug into my back as a shiver built up her orgasm. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me right in, choking my dick in the deadly vacuum space at her nether region.

Before she even let me go, I began ramming my cock into her contractions, splitting her mind apart in desperation. It was tiring to keep going at that small hole but she was shivering just one minute in, hinting at another incoming orgasm.

Carrie (whispering): ‘Another one?!’

This time, her teeth sank into my shoulder blade as I felt waves milking my cock, albeit to nothingness coming out of me.

Carrie: ‘Let’s stand and do it.’

She bundled her hair as we got off her slumber zone, and bent her back for me over her messy bedsheets. I took no chance in returning my cock to where it belonged, and she almost collapsed forward from the abrupt entry.

Carrie: ‘Gentler la.’
Me: ‘Orh.’

I pushed her back down and hammered her ass hard, jolting her chest up but not raising her waist. Her beautiful ass looked like the brightest moon(s), jerking in front of my merciless thrusts. Without any signs of orgasms, she squeezed her pussy together for me and I naturally engaged hyper-speed mode.

Reaching forward for her boobs, I grabbed them hard as my hips buckled, still plodding deeply into her pussy. We almost groaned too loud when I came into her, nudging her into her mattress as my cum filled her up. Her ass perked up shortly to let her massage her clit, and I was shrinking out of her body in time.

Carrie: ‘You really shoot a lot eh. So hot inside me.’

We fell into the bed together and it took us some effort to adjust our position onto her pillow. Wet tissues came to clean ourselves up and she was just so excited about the load I shot in her. Putting on a long denim jacket around her naked body, she handed me my clothes as I wore them back.

When we exited her room, her mum’s wide smile at us embarrassed Carrie badly till she dare not look at her. Walking out into the corridor hand in hand, the idea of her being nude under that decent piece of jacket did turn me on a little.

Carrie: ‘You still using the same number right?’
Me: ‘Yupp.’

My answer was probably not heard as she was scrolling her contact list, shoving the screen in my face to confirm my number. Once in the lift, she let me feel her boobs from the top few undone buttons, until we hit the ground floor.

Carrie: ‘Call me k? I’m free tomorrow.’

The next day, we went out for a simple dinner before she brought me back to her place again. Apparently, she had gone nude under that skater dress and was turned on for the whole of our date. The quick progress from dressed to full fledge sex was all thanks to her tiny exhibitionist fetish, which is never a bad thing to have.

Ride on the Ride

Me: ‘Send you home?’
Jacie: ‘Yupp. But before that.. ‘

She reached behind the driver’s seat and brought her black cardigan to the front, throwing it over my lap.

Jacie: ‘Take it out first.’
Me: ‘Hey. It’s dangerous you know?’
Jacie (pouting): ‘I don’t care!’

The twenty girl old date was tipsy from the glasses of wine we had at the restaurant and was about to strip me if I didn’t do it. So, sucking in my tummy, I unzipped my work pants and lowered my underwear enough to stick my cock out of the zipper.

Immediately, she leaned over and laid on my shoulder while I drove off, erection filling up her cold palm nicely. Instead of being distracted, I actually paid more attention to the road, hyped up from the gentle stroking hand of hers. She never stopped teasing me no matter if there was a bus next to us, or driving beside a truck of workers looking out listlessly. Foreplay under wraps, there was nothing to worry about until we reached the quieter stretches of road to her house.

Jacie flipped open the jacket and bent over the gearbox, bringing her mouth to my groin and tasting the tip with her lips around the hood. Feeling a little high from the tongue twists, I was glad to have reached her place quick. I did a half-fuck job of getting the car into the space, drive right into one head first.

Once the car stopped moving, her mouth went down faster on me, lips lightly pressed together but bouncing harder. Gasps and groans couldn’t be held back as she lowered my backrest for me, giving me a good look at her silhouette pleasuring my stick.

Jacie: ‘Slide your seat backwards.’

A single tug cranked my position back and she readily removed her panties from under her minidress, climbing like a playful kid over my lap.

Me: ‘Wait wait.. condom.’

She paused for a moment while I reached for the glove box, only to feel her positioning my dick upright. Before I could even unlock the box, she had sank her pussy over the tip, groaning out loud to my entry into her vagina.

Me: ‘Hey.. ‘
Jacie (whispering): ‘Fuck that. Fuck me.’

Her knees found a sweet spot to support herself and the series of cowgirl ride pumped my dick in intense pressure, queefing a few times before I felt the suction. Every outward stroke she made felt like her pussy collapsing to the vaccum, the only cure would be to stuff my cock back in. The whole torture went on for at least five minutes, giving me nothing to hold onto except her boobs under her dress.

Jacie: ‘Hey you.. my boobs are so sore now.’
Me: ‘You started it first. Move to the back.’

She crawled uglily to the back and I managed to brush my fingers along her clit while she struggled through the seats. I made a ninja move out of the door and to where she was, without exposing my vulnerability to her. Once we were comfortably seated, I pushed her back away from me and she got into doggie style immediately.

Spooning on top of her, my dick found its way into her pussy and I could only hold her shoulders in this tiny constrained space. I jerked her body back to my cock and moans drowned out my classical music, squeezing me harder as time passed.

Suddenly, her chest slammed into the chair and her thighs kicked out at me, dislodging my cock from her. From then on, she was in a scary fit that shook her body wildly, slowing down to erratic twitches and finally to a stop.

Me: ‘Jacie?.. Jacie?’
Jacie (feebly): ‘Yeah?’
Me: ‘You alright?’

Tiredly, she returned to her sitting position and patted sluggishly on the centre portion. I slid my ass over and she mounted on me again, this time squatting like a pornstar while my cock blindly got sucked into her. Holding on whatever behind my head, only her thighs moved to slam her bum on me, as if milking me for my life.

Me: ‘Shit.. I’m gonna cum soon!’
Jacie: ‘I know.. You’re really hard now.’

I shut my eyes and threw my head back as she kissed my neck, trailing my glistering skin with her tongue. My mind was in a blank thanks to the crazy cowgirl, riding me like I was her pet bull. Time ran out faster than the ticks of a second when my tummy tightened to an incoming orgasm.

Me (whispering): ‘Shooting shooting!’

She took off like a space shuttle as I sprayed into her swift hand, cupping the tip as warm semen poured out of me. On and on I came, getting more desperate as she jerked me so every randomly. By the time I was done, the front of her hand was covered in a sticky mess, and I couldn’t think of anything else.

Pantyless, she stepped out of the door and gathered her panties, wiping my cum on it and wearing it back before my eyes. Hands still a little soiled, she kept it away while collecting the bag, followed by a kiss on my little one that was barely an inch tall.

Jacie: ‘I’ll come back for more k? Thanks for tonight.’

The kiss on my forehead took most of my worries away and the door was shut on me. Recovery aside, she was the only thing on my mind for the drive home. The wildness and openness of a teenager was definitely not to be trifled with.

On Diana’s Account

Randy: ‘Hi Diana. Is she coping well?’
Diana: ‘Uncle. Yes. She’s a quick learner.’

The Math tutor adjusted her sitting position when the father of her student came out of the bedroom, topless but wearing a thin cotton shorts. For the morning class, she had worn a basic t-shirt and a pair of skorts, purple bra tightly pushed against her XS top. He went into the kitchen to his newspapers while she continued the tuition, till an hour later when the session ended.

Randy: ‘Diana! You are studying accounts right?’
Diana: ‘Yeah. Why?’
Randy: ‘Can you help me look at these? I can’t seem to balance my accounts.’

She walked into the kitchen after dropping her bag pack, sitting on the wooden chair in front of the dining table. His daughter had went into the room to continue sleeping since it was a morning class, leaving the forty plus year old man with a jailbait nineteen year old.

Carefully examining the dense piece of paper, she did not pay attention to Randy going behind her, setting down a glass of water by her side.

Diana: ‘Thank you uncle.’

Her eyes never left the paper during the whole time, until a pair of grey shorts hooked on the backrest of his empty seat. Turning behind to see his nude body, she was about to jump out of her seat. Before she could do so, he twisted both her arms behind the chair and held her until she stopped struggling.

Diana: ‘Uncle.. please stop. You can’t do this.’
Randy: ‘Shhh.. can you feel it?’

Her fingertips were touching something hard when he popped that question, forcefully pushing his cock into her palm.

Randy: ‘Jerk it.’

Her icy cold nails went around his shaft and his hips moved automatically, while both his hands went on top of her chest. Kneading her small A cups gently, the padded bra soon proved to be too much a distance between them. Sliding his hands under her shirt, her bra was flipped above her boobs and finally felt the full wrath of his coarse skin, fondling her weak spots non-stop.

After about two minutes of silent foreplay, he was big enough to scare Diana into submission. Grabbing her by the neck, he lifted her up on her feet and bent her over the table, one hand reaching to the sides of her skorts to unzip the pants. In under five seconds, her pants drooped to her knees and her panties were yanked in the same direction.

Diana who was unable to open her feet any wider felt his dick brush along her cold bum, unwilling to scream with her face pinned on the table. The moment she felt the tip of his cock poke between her ass, her knees stretched her panties to its limit before a soft tearing sound was heard.

Randy (whispering): ‘Just bear with it k? It will be over soon.’
Diana (sobbing): ‘But I’m still a virgin!’
Randy: ‘Noted.’

In a single move, he shifted both hands to her hips and kept her at the edge of the table. Piercing his raw cock below her barely moist pussy, the most erotic, hot, non-penetrative intercourse began with him triggering all her sensitive spots on her clit and everywhere along that line. Diana’s mind simply went blank in the presence of a mature cock, a size inaccessible to girls her age.

The table was so sturdy that it did not budge even when pushed against the wall, sending his cock so fast between her thighs, effectively destroying her impression of how sex would feel like. The oversized shaft was thrusting faster with her pussy secreting fluids, lubricating the narrow entry where their genitals were almost burning.

He relentlessly pounded her with no mercy, egged by her moans that she was trying to suppress. Never had she felt so wet before, and this position could well be better than sex. Randy pulled her up shortly after he found his rhythm and mishandled both her boobs, giving little care to those pointing nipples when he rolled them in a pinch.

Diana started shivering as the rape went on, climaxing from the furious rubs on her clit. His dick head stretched her labia a few times as he missed his stroke, making her hornier than she already was. The amount of juices that was leaking kept Randy moving, groans escaping into the kitchen as his thick cock counted down to a spectacular explosion.

After the craziest, breath-taking series of orgasms, the father finally stopped moving and pulled her panties up over her groin. Confused about the state of things, she had little time to think before he engaged on his maximum gear, poking so dangerously close to her vagina with each fiercer stroke.

Randy (groaning): ‘Gonna cum now!’

He let go of his hands and warm semen poured into her panties, coating the front with thick cum as his hips buckled to the unbelievable sex. Randy popped his cock out casually after he was done and helped pull her panties and shorts up, squishing his man juice on her pussy immediately.

Randy: ‘You’re done here. I’ll see you next week.’

He did not let her go to the toilet and showed her to the door, walking awkwardly as warm cum was smeared over her clit.

Diana: ‘See you next week uncle.’

At the lift, she saw his wife and smiled normally, bidding her goodbyes as she made her way down. Without any privacy to adjust her panties, she let them be till she got into the bus, stretching the thin micro-fibre panties as far as they could, to see sticking threads of cum moisturise her wet hole.

What would happen next week?

Mathematical Diana

Sister: ‘Thank you cher!’

I entered the bedroom at the same time she ran into the living toom to the PS4, leaving me with Diana who tutored her in Math. Wearing a white sleeveless top and black skirt, the simple but gorgeous teacher remained seated marking a textbook, giving me a sweet smile revealing a little of her ‘tiger’ teeth.

Me: ‘May I?’
Diana: ‘Sure. Here’s the work she did today, and here’s the homework I gave her.’

She flipped through a few pages to guide me along her progress, and I followed to where she pointed her mistakes out. Seeing that everything was going well, I took the workbook from her and continued the marking.

Diana: ‘You can actually teach her right?’
Me: ‘Until the harder questions appear. This is about all I can do.’

Her low cut top attracted me like bees to honey and until she adjusted the shirt to hide her cleavage, did I realised I was caught red-handed.

Me: ‘Umm.. I’ll leave you to yourself now. Need another drink?’
Diana: ‘Hey. I’m alright. Maybe you can help me mark the primary school kids’ work? I’ll settle hers.’

I was sure I looked dumb when I sat back down, noticing her shifting her seat closer to mine to guide me through the corrections. Soon, she was leaning forward to perch her chest on the table top and she looked even more tempting. My hand silently went behind her back and landed gently, to her slyly turning in my direction.

Her shy eyes darted back and forth a few times before her pink lips parted seductively, tongue wetting them to let them shine a little. Needless to say, my head neared her and our eyes closed romantically, bringing our lips together as we slanted our bodies even more.

With the intensifying french kisses, I brought my palm to cup her padded boobs while she slid her hand across my jeans, fingers unzipping me notch by notch.

Diana (whispering): ‘The door.’

We got up the same time and I closed the door as quietly as possible, while she made herself comfortable on my sister’s super single. Hiding under the blanket, I felt like a kid again when I joined her underneath, covering our heads to continue making out.

My jeans were loosened to my knees and her skirt slipped easily off to the floor. It was my hand that could not resist her perky A size boobs and kept kneading them, over and under her shirt while she unbuttoned.

Once we were naked enough to have unrestricted access to each other’s private parts, we were hugging so tightly while turning our raging hormones wild. She grabbed my wrist when I shoved my hand between her legs, resisting slightly when I neared her pussy.

Diana (whispering): ‘I’m a virgin J. And I want to keep it that way.’
Me: ‘I understand.’

She relaxed her grip for me to massage her clit to sensual moans escaping into my ears. As I make her wetter, she was doing a good job pumping me hard too. It was almost too overbearing to have a virgin who was skilled in non-penetrative pleasure moments. She was a gem that no one would get unless she allowed them to.

Diana (moaning): ‘Am I doing it right?’
Me (groaning): ‘Yes. Don’t stop.’
Diana (moaning): ‘I’m going to cum soon. I’m super sensitive on my clit.’

I rotated myself to allow my fingers to move more freely, vibrating on her pearly pink spot till her legs started trembling. Upon looking at her orgasmic expression, did I realised she drifted in and out of unconsciousness, eyes rolling white with her head tilted up.

For the next minute or so, she remained in that position until the powerful orgasm died down. A little worry had overtaken me then and I was shrinking from the new response of what an orgasm might do to a girl.

Me: ‘You okay?’
Diana (breathless): ‘Yeah. I’m fine. I react to orgasms like this.’

She sat herself up on her elbows and moved to the headboard, opening her legs and patting on the area between for me to sit. I pasted my damp shirt on her chest and watched her arms went around me, finally holding my dick in her plain, glossy manicured fingers.

The handjob started slow and picked up pace as she masturbated for me, moaning as I reached my hands behind my back to feel her pussy. Both of us struggling to keep composed, an unspoken competition started to see who gave in first.

Since she already climaxed once, the renewed strength pushed me to my limits, making me groan like a little girl in the high speed jerks of her fist. Shamefully, I was at the edge of cumming in mere minutes.

Me (groaning): ‘Ana! I.. ‘

She heard me and curled her fingers over my dick head, suppressing the powerful jets of cum that gathered in her palm as minute movements got me to squirt even more. I was panting non-stop then and she was giggling at my pathetic state of desperation.

After I was done, my tired body laid motionless on her while she smeared my cum over my cock, almost stirring up another erection in those playful fingers of hers.

Sister (shouting): ‘KOR!’
Me: ‘Wait! Diana isn’t feeling well. So she took a nap on your bed. Give us five minutes.’

The two of us jumped into action and wore our clothes back, me helping her as one of her hands was soiled with my sticky substance. When I opened the door to let my sister in, Diana went straight to the toilet to wash her hands, while I was questioned about my sister’s messy bed.

Diana: ‘J. Can you walk me to the road?’

I put on a more decent piece of shirt and went down the lift with the Math teacher, admiring her kinky act of stripping her panties for me.

Diana: ‘Keep these till I come the next time k? I want to see it covered with cum. Dry or wet.’

We went our separate ways after she flagged a cab and for the rest of the night, we were texting sweet nothings to each other non-stop. Perhaps it was time for me to get private tuition from her. Or should I not shit where I eat? Can I resist?

Sister’s Inside Job

Stepping into a small and bare house, my sister introduced me to her friend, Elise, whom she thought could use some free tuition I was giving to her. As if my sister was in her own home, she went into Elise bedroom after an exchange of whisper, then calling out to me that she was going to take a nap.

For a start, I wasn’t qualified as a teacher for any subjects, due to my poor results. But acting as a guide to logically explain answers and methods was still not beyond my means. So, the two of us, Elise and I, took our seats in the living room, the only available room apart from her parents’ in the three room flat.

At the beginning, things were pretty awkward without any knowledge of her background. But slowly, we spoke about ourselves as we attempted questions together, learning from our mistakes to understand better. Surprisingly, Wolfram Alpha was our best help and we wore out quickly from the endless problem solving questions.

Elise: ‘Your sister didn’t tell you about me?’
Me: ‘Nope. Just that you come from a poor family, no offense, and is more guai than her. Haha.’

To think back, we had met a few times when I picked my sister up from school, being more of ‘along the way’ rather than specially fetching the 16 year old rebellious girl. Elise was way quieter and wasn’t that outspoken, until we knew each other better.

Elise: ‘You have a girlfriend? Most guys your age will be marrying soon right?’
Me: ‘Nah. Still looking. And not enough savings yet.’
Elise: ‘She also said you brought a few girls home before?’
Me: ‘My ex lo. A few ex. I’m not that desperate k?’

She returned to the messily scribbled foolscap paper and stared aimlessly at it. Meanwhile, I gave in to my aching tummy and blew their toilet up, even moaning too loud when I relieved my exploding bladder. When I returned to the living room, she was at the sofa, fidgeting awkwardly.

Once I went up to her side, my overcasting shadow shocked her into pulling her hand out from under her oversized blue Dri-Fit class tee, fingers rubbing around her hems to possibly dry them.

Me: ‘You okay? Eh. We are adults here right? Don’t tell me you just.. ‘
Elise (whispering): ‘Yeah.. yes.’

The innocent looking girl never looked into my eyes when she lifted her shirt. Which I paid no attention to, thinking that she must have worn a pair of shorts since there were guests coming over. Instead, a pair of blue panties with a darker patch lined the groin area, spreading outwards to her thighs.

Elise then proceeded to pull them off as if I wasn’t there, stuffing it behind her back while I turned away.

Elise: ‘Sorry.’

She slanted her body towards me and shifted back, telling me that the space was for me. How could I not know where was this headed for? When she carefully picked my wrist up, I was somewhat frightened. Well, not really frightened, but just unsure if I should be doing this at all. This wasn’t like some porno flick where a student seduces a teacher, it was happening right there. The most unimaginable, studious girl-next-door actually stripped her intimate wear in front of me.

Elise (whispering): ‘Just put it here k?’

My palm rested on a smooth, level piece of her skin while my fingers were pushed between her legs, dipping into some of her slimy wetness. She leaned towards me and reached for my shorts, one suitable only for going downstairs to the mama shop. She easily pushed her fingers through the overstretched waistband (which was also extra comfy on the waist), reaching my cock in under a few seconds.

Throughout the time I saw her panty-less till then, my little head was already rising to the commotion. The inexperienced hand grabbed my rod and moved downwards, painfully prying the dry foreskin from my penile head.

Me: ‘Ouch.. stop first. It’s a little painful.’

The curious girl started to bend her back at my groin, forcefully stretching my pants to see what was wrong. Instead of letting her explore clueless, I quickly slouched lower and dropped my shorts to my hips, just enough to let my dick breath.

Me: ‘This part. It’s too dry.’

The change in her expression suddenly stopped her movements. From the start, it was as if she knew what to do, and then, all of a sudden, she was lost.

Elise: ‘How now? Can use my.. water?’
Me: ‘I haven’t tried that before’

When she positioned herself to climb over me, I had no choice but to hold her waist to stop her. Was this an attempt to take a shortcut? What was she thinking (as if we could be any more wrong coming this far).

Elise: ‘Wait wait. Just relax first.’

She bent my dick onto my belly before I let her down slowly, watching her transfer her juices by hand. When our genitals got too close, that was when she had a stroke of genius, applying her ‘water’ by simply gliding her pussy along my shaft.

Just as that was happening, moans started coming from her mouth, combined with weakening arms supporting her upper body. Both her arms went around my neck before I could react, but my hands could still control how high her hips rocked.

Body-to-body, the unlikely teasing actually felt really good, like a massage between two soft folds of meat. As my eyes shut themselves to the heavenly treat, she gradually raised her hip movements, until I felt my tip poke into a tiny warm hole.

Me: ‘Eh eh! Stop!’

I couldn’t sink my butt any deeper into the couch as she lowered herself, devouring my cock into an overwhelmingly tight hole. It was contracting wildly on my shaft, and an uncontrollabl shiver was felt across her waist.

Elise (moaning): ‘Fuck.. it feels so good!’

Her knees began to lift and drop her body, slamming my cock into her adjusting cunt. It soon felt more comfortable, not that any sex could be uncomfortable, as her body accommodated my size.

Seeing how high she was, I spun my body to the longer end of the couch and let her fall. Now pinning her with my weight, I hammered the skinny girl’s body without any creaking noises, all thanks to the old leather sofa that was built from sturdy material.

Plunging my cock into her was the worst torture I had been through. She came easily to my size and just kept getting tighter, no matter how slow I went. My mind just kept telling me to go ‘once more’ each time I wanted to rest. Finally, I yanked myself out out of desperation, only to see her replace my cock with her fingers.

Elise (whispering): ‘Don’t stop J.’

She clamped her hand with her legs and flipped over for me, knees spreading as wide as the couch get. Her webbed fingers then tried to reach for my cock behind her, but couldn’t wait and rubbed her clit every once in a while.

At last, I stopped teasing her and pushed my dick into her palm, quickly guided into her pussy that had loosened a little. This time, I grabbed her tiny waist tightly and plummeted deep into her, sending moans and groans around the house. I increased my speed as she climaxed over and over again, determined to wear her out with this intense session of pure sex.

Her weak arms soon collapsed to her weight, and I held her hips high to keep going. After two full minutes of crazy deep thrusts, my little head could take no more of her virgin-like tightness, and counted down for the eruption.

Me: ‘Elise, I’m going to shoot!’

I let myself fall back to whatever space left on the couch and her body leaned to the backrest, catching all the lost breath that was pounded out of her. Elise tiredly returned to lie flat in front of me, trying to hide her weakness with a faint smile. I climbed over her chest without putting any weight on her, and both her hands came to jerk me off.

Still well lubricated, I just needed to recompose myself, and be ready to redirect the cumshot if she pointed it elsewhere. A couple minutes passed before I felt my climax creep up from my spine, as if a SuperSoaker was being pumped for maximum fatality.

Me: ‘Okay okay.. shooting shooting.’

I bent forward over the armrest and stuck my cock into her mouth, where she sucked like a baby while her index and thumb continued to work. Alas, my hips buckled and sweet, hot, honeydew puree squirt into her mouth, pushing it down her throat with every unintentional jerks.

When I lifted myself away from her, she pinched her fingers across her lips to catch whatever I missed, and took her cup of Milo to help swallow it. As pleased as I was, my sister’s presence then occurred to me, that she had probably heard it all.

I put on Elise’s panties for her and returned my clothes to their original position, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Elise brought her cup of Milo into her bedroom where my sister slept, and came out with her and an empty cup.

When mei washed the cups in the kitchen, did Elise found a chance to tell me something – that she did not swallow, and spat my cum into the Milo my sister drank.

Sister: ‘You two had sex right! Orh hor!’
Me: ‘Eh. Don’t anyhow say hor.’
Sister: ‘Haha. Actually, I’m the one who taught her how to seduce you de la. Men are all the same ma. Plus she has a crush on you.’

The last part got me to hold her hand in a loving manner, pecking on the back of her palm as a sign of affection. After that, she went into her room, and reappeared with a nice, pink dress that left her slender shoulders exposed.

Sister: ‘Okay! Over to my place!’

The girls held hands and skipped out of the house after me, teasing me with questions about how the sex went as if I just fucked myself. Wait, maybe I did fuck myself.

The days spent with Elise was filled with excitement and joy, experimenting outdoor sex and toys and fetishes only girls her age had energy to keep up with.

Stray Kitten

Man (angrily): ‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!’

Through the glass panels in the lift, I saw a woman tumbling out of her door in a black nightgown as I stopped a floor above them. Rushing down the stairs, a young girl around the age of a student was sobbing at the doorstep, unable to look at me in her disheveled state.

Me: ‘Hey, you okay? Sit at the steps.’

I handed her a packet of tissue and she used it right away. Adjusting her hair from her face, a word of ‘thank you’ muttered softly out of her tears coated lips. At 2am, there was nowhere to go and things were even more complicated in the flimsy gown she wore.

Girl (sobbing): ‘He.. just threw me out like that cause I was masturbating. Not like he doesn’t do it!’

Me: ‘Could he be more religious than you?’
Girl (sobbing): ‘But he is always fucking my step mum so loudly!’
Me: ‘Just stay calm k? Compose yourself. I’m J.’

Her head dropped onto her arms on her knees and cried even harder. Only when I took out my box of cigarettes did she stopped and pulled a stick out. The lighter clicked at the end of her stick and she inhaled deeply, reaching her cigarette over my lips for me to take a puff.

Girl: ‘This really helped. I’m Ziqi.’
Me: ‘And how old are you?’
Ziqi: ’18. But I smoke since my mum gone. I’m so stupid to believe him to take care of me.’

She finished the stick and slipped her arm under mine, leading me up to a corridor overseeing the streets I grew up in. Even though I had lived in this block for over ten years, I did not visit anywhere else.

Ziqi: ‘Can hug me from behind?’

I dropped my bag on the floor and embraced the saddened girl, feeling no panties nor bra under the flowing thin dress of hers.

Ziqi: ‘Even you can love me more than him.’

I remained quiet as she held my hands, guiding me between her legs where she lifted her dress. The slight dampness got the attention of my dick and it rose slowly to see what was happening. She pressed my middle finger conveniently between her vulva and made me massage her clit, going into auto-pilot seconds later.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘Take it out for me?’

I undone my belt and opened my zipper wide, enough to stick my cock out between the quick access slot. The soft, gentle hands felt cold on my heated stick, but it was soon balanced out after she held it for a moment.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘Is it always this warm?’
Me (whispering): ‘Yes. Whenever you touch it like this.’
Ziqi (whispering): ‘It’s the first time.. ‘

Just as I jutted my hips back, she tightened her grip and I shoved back forward in fear. Boy, that felt great, even though it was for a second.

Ziqi: ‘I just move up and down?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

She kept pumping in slow strokes until blood could no longer fill it up anymore, slightly splitting her thumb and index fingertip. Sensing how the lack of lubrication was starting to cause abrasion, I took a small step and stopped her movements on her bum.

Me: ‘It’s enough. Getting too dry to continue.’
Ziqi: ‘Can use my water instead? Got a lot.’

The naive looking girl awkwardly raised one leg to slip my cock under her pussy, and rocked a few times to line my shaft with her fluids. Instead of resuming the handjob, both her hands went to my waist and kept me close to her, while my cock was still squashed between her thighs.

Ziqi: ‘It feels better like this.. it’s so warm.’

I thrust gently in small motion to ease her mood and a little rub on my dick head signalled the improvement in her spirits. As we kept our movements discreet and fast, she began to spread her pussy wider with her fingers. I needed no more time to notice that and stopped my thrusts, leaning over her shoulder in concern.

Me (whispering): ‘I think we shouldn’t go too far.’
Ziqi (whispering): ‘I want to feel good with you.’

A tiny jerk of her ass parked my tip at the right spot, giving me control on my next big decision. While I stood motionless behind her, she stuck her ass out slowly, swallowing my cock bit by bit till I was halfway in. I grabbed her waist and dragged her away from the wall, gradually increasing my tempo piling my concrete pillar into her.

Her moans escaped in short notes into the cool air, there wasn’t any other sounds apart from our shallow breaths.

Ziqi (whispering): ‘I’m going to climax. Don’t move!’

I called off the rapid fire mode and felt her fingers worked on her clit, occasionally touching my tip. A growing shiver planted my hands on her boobs and kneaded the nipples as her legs gave way, sitting down on my cock while my knees supported her weight.

A minute later, she was back in her position and we were at it again, this time slower since it was my turn to cum. She felt my fears and we took a break soon after, standing side by side to enjoy the quiet streets.

Ziqi: ‘I help you from the back k?’

A nod sent her behind me and her arms went around my hips to my groin, one holding my shaft and the other on my balls. Caressing those sensitive pair of testicles, she used her wet juices well to pump me at random speeds. Nonetheless, I couldn’t hold back against the innocence of her handjob for long.

When my cock loaded the rounds, my hips arched backwards and she kept on going. Suddenly, her palm wrapped around my sensitive cock head and I gave in to the final tease. Unloading intensely into her clenched fist, excess cum dripped loudly to the floor for no one to hear. The minute movements of her twisting arm truly forced every last drop out of me and I was that close to squatting in front of her.

Ziqi: ‘It must feel super good. See? So much.’

She pushed me against the wall to straighten my back and held up her hand in front of the street lights. Stringy, sticky semen webbed her fingers together and she tapped her tongue for a taste.

Ziqi: ‘Bleh! (sticking her tongue out)

She handed me the packet of tissue and I took one out for her, wiping her hand as clean as we could without water. Walking down the steps to her unit, she threw her arms around me before we were at her door.

Ziqi: ‘Can sleep with you tonight instead? I don’t want to go home.. he sometimes try to fuck me when mum is not around. I never let him.. ‘

The sobbing noises came instantly and I patted her back in comfort. Going back to my place, she took a shower and changed into a set of women’s clothes I had for standby, spending the next hour talking about her plight.

Since birth, she did not attend any school and was taught by her mother. Tasked with cooking and all the house chores, she spent most of her life at home, without any friends to talk to. That attempt to chase her out of the house was to scare her, which did not work after my intervention.

Sadly, self-pleasure was her only form of relief and she put that to good use while living with me. To come home to a faithful girl setting up everything for a much needed rest, and then a wet pussy after dinner. Or else a hungry mouth giving me a heavenly treat if I had work to do at home.

What more wrong could I do in this life?

His Fantasy

The fifteen year old Sherly laid on her boyfriend’s bed, hands clenched tight over her lap as he positioned next to her. It was the first relationship of the young couple and Wee Kiat was ready to replay some scenes in the numerous porn videos he saw. For Sherly, ‘love’ was still a fuzzy term but it didn’t mean anything to her. She had no crush, perhaps a little like for him, but fulfilled what couples usually do, movies and stuff.

Wee Kiat: ‘Just look at me k?’

He lifted her hands to the sides and placed his hand on her chest, squeezing through her bra attempting to turn her on. Seeing how lost she was looking at him, it was apparent she wasn’t getting anything. Her eyes slowly shut as buttons began to pop open, revealing more of the white training bra she wore.

Wee Kiat: ‘Dear, can I take off my pants?’
Sherly: ‘Okay ah.’

He paused stripping her and removed his brown pants, oblivious to the shy girlfriend whose eyes were shut tight. Very slowly, she felt the warmth of his hands on her tummy and moved upwards, going to her back to where the bra clasp was. A pinch of his fingers was all it took to free her chest, but he did not remove them immediately. Inching under the bra, the soothingness of warmth covered her nipples with relief.

Wee Kiat saw how her lips moved and knew she felt at ease. His trembling hand began to mould her breasts, erecting her nipples against his palm.

Sherly: ‘Do you want me to massage you too?’
Wee Kiat: ‘It’s okay. Just relax for me k?’

Her boobs had never seemed bigger then and she could feel aches around her nipples. When she gave them a push to feel their hardness, a wave of calmness flashed through her mind.

Sherly (whispering): ‘Can you play with my nipples for a while?’

He listened to her and rolled them between his index and thumb, finally getting some moans from his innocent girl. Seeing how her chest rise and fall made his hard on even more painful, restricted by his underwear that was a day’s old.

Wee Kiat: ‘I’m going to touch you down there k?’

She gave a nod and he placed his palm between her legs, sliding under her skirt as she grabbed her shirt in anticipation. The moment he landed on her panties, her hand flung to his arm and held them still. Not portraying any resistance, he applied more pressure on her slit and she relaxed her grip until her hand fell away.

The gentle massage through her panties took all her tension away and made her light headed. He tugged those white panties down to her ankles and pushed her thighs apart, touching directly on her raw pussy.

Wee Kiat: ‘So my baby girl shaves.’
Sherly: ‘My mum told me to. Is it good?’
Wee Kiat: ‘You tell me.’

He tucked his fingertip deeper onto her clit and a shock jerked her chest up.

Sherly (sighing): ‘Oh yes.. it’s good.’

Her hands did not know what to do then and just opened and closed as he vibrated on her sensitive spot, driving more juices out of her system. Soon, she was blindly feeling for his bulge and caught it in her hand. They removed his underwear together and she dived for his rod, holding it tightly while listening to his breaths.

Sherly: ‘Am I doing it right?’
Wee Kiat: ‘If you move your hand up and down, I will feel better.’

Without any lubricant, his foreskin was dragged up and down, still giving him the overwhelming pleasure of masturbation, except with a different hand. As Wee Kiat increased his speed, she did the same and they were soon moaning their lungs out.

After an intense five minute race to the unknowns, Sherly suddenly get go of him and stopped his movements. Luckily or unluckily, he had made it past her final checkpoint and her body began shaking uncontrollably. Her nails dug into his forearm as he continued to attack her clit, till her long moan appeared with violent twists of her hips.

Once the ordeal was over, she breathed deeply with a weak smile across her face.

Wee Kiat: ‘I think you just came. Feels good right?’
Sherly (panting): ‘Came? Is that the word?’
Wee Kiat: ‘Climax or orgasm also can.’

He licked his wet fingers clean and laid on his back, partly tired from giving her her first orgasm. Next, it was time for Sherly to play. She rest her head on his chest and moved down to his belly, staying still while she wrapped her fingers around his dick.

Sherly: ‘Boyfie, let me play with it k? Tell me if it hurts.’

He placed one hand on her head to acknowledge her request and there, the exploration began.

Curiously, she pried his pee hole opened and poked her nails into it, getting a groan from her boy in shock. Seeing how he did not push her away, she covered the tip with her thumb and gave it a little massage. The desperate groans kept coming until she moved her hand down, pre-cum leaking instantaneously from the tip once she jerked him a few times.

Her head went lower to his advantage and her little tongue was felt licking the liquid off. A momentary pause later, her lips wrapped around his cock head and sank downwards, getting him to hold her head to guide her lower. She felt him lift her head away and then push it down again, groaning harder with each stroke. Immediately, she got the cue and took over the blowjob, trying to go deeper to tease her poor boy more.

Barely a few minutes into it, Sherly was worn out and replaced her mouth with her hand. By then, saliva had provided the lubrication and she was pumping him with more response. The rest of the time was spent trying to hold himself back, while his naughty girl tested for his limits.

Wee Kiat (whispering): ‘Dear.. I’m going to cum soon.’
Sherly: ‘Do I keep going? Don’t shoot in my face ah.’
Wee Kiat: ‘Won’t la. Go lower and open your mouth.’

His instructions was quickly interpreted by the smart girl and she followed through. Somehow, shooting into her mouth was much easier to clean up than her face. So, once his dick was about an inch away, she masturbated his cock, almost touching his tummy.

Half a minute later, his hand held her head down harder and hot cum squirted into her gapping mouth and nose. She reacted by closing her lips, but suffocation soon forced her to collect more in her cheeks.

Loud panting noises filled the bed once he was done and his hand freed her to turn away from his body. In front of her, he held a waste paper bin that she spat his load into, and brushed his cum off her face into it. Looking at him cutely angry, she gave his flaccid cock a flick.

Wee Kiat: ‘Eh. You don’t like the taste ah?’
Sherly: ‘It’s so salty! Why didn’t you warn me first?’
Wee Kiat: ‘If I warn you then you will let me shoot in your mouth?’
Sherly: ‘Better than shooting all over my face ma. Don’t know will have pimples or not.’

He gave her a pat on the head and brought her into his chest, extinguishing her rage with love. Listening to his hypnotising heartbeat, Sherly promptly fell asleep until late evening, when her phone rang her awake.

Sherly (on phone): ‘Yes mummy. I’m going home for dinner. I went to do project with my friends. Okay.’

Wee Kiat woke up just in time to see her wear her skirt, without any panties on. After she was dressed (with bra), she gave him a peck and handed her panties to him.

Sherly: ‘Help me wash k? I don’t want to wear wet panties home.’

He slipped on his shorts and walked her to the door, but not before hinting her an ideal dress code.

Wee Kiat: ‘Next time don’t wear la! Easier right?’
Sherly: ‘Idea. See you tomorrow k? Don’t masturbate without me ah.’

She left by the lift and he took a whiff of her panties. Still a little soaked with her juice, his erection twitched continuously till he went into his room. Wee Kiat then covered his cock with her panties, and casually gave it a stroke. One which led to the infinity, and beyond.