Sick Cindy

Mr. Tay (shouting): ‘Cindy, are you alright?’

Two female students stood outside the toilet after Cindy spent over twenty minutes inside, worrying her classmates as she had fainted in there before. After a few frantic knocks from her science teacher, her voice broke the frightening silence and the cubicle door opened slowly.

Mr. Tay: ‘She’s fine girls. I’m going to bring her to the sick bay, she’s quite weak. Return to class and tell your next teacher Cindy won’t be there.’

They left him for class and he carried the feeble girl in his arms, taking great care not to knock her head against the door frame as he exited.

Cindy: ‘Mr. Tay, can you let me down? I need the toilet again.’
Mr. Tay: ‘What happened to you? Food poisoning?’

She stumbled into the staff toilet and Mr. Tay stood guard outside, telling her not to lock the door in case she needed help. Unknown to him, she had been masturbating in a drowsy mood from not eating well, and the brief moment he touched her thighs made her weaker than before.

Cindy (shouting): ‘Mr. Tay, are you there?’

The crumpled shirt teacher knocked twice before entering, only to get a shock when he saw her sitting on the toilet cover with her legs spread opened, hanging on the two handicap handrails. Quickly, he twisted the lock and grabbed her skirt from the sink, about to throw over her groin until she caught his fling.

Cindy: ‘No don’t.. I want you to see this.’

Her fingers went on to rub her shaved pussy before his wide eyes, but he wasn’t taking the bait from his student. Only when she moaned louder, did he cover his hand over her mouth, and forced his other hand over her moving one.

Mr. Tay: ‘Stop. What are you up to this time?’
Cindy: ‘I want you to fuck me. Or I will say that you molested me when I was sick.
Mr. Tay: ‘What?! I’ll get into trouble for this you know?’

She gently took his hand on her crotch and placed it directly on her pussy, pushing his middle finger onto her clit and moved it a little. Her body relaxed to his touches and his other hand was left on her chest, braless and having nipples poking at his palm.

Cindy (whispering): ‘Just help me out and I’ll never tell.’

To let her get a taste of how much it hurt to ask a grown up to finger her, he took his chance and stuck his thick middle finger in, thrusting slightly as her wet hole swallowed his finger. The moment he made his last inch disappear, Cindy moaned in a different, cuter tone, feeling her pussy pulsate to the foreign object piercing her repeatedly.

Cindy (moaning): ‘Take off your pants Mr. Tay. I want to see how big it is.’

He could not reject her request out of fear and lowered his pants to his ankles, walking closer to his sec two student so she could wrap her hand around it. Stroking his thick cock gracefully, her fingers barely touched each other around his shaft, turning him on even more. As pre-cum formed at the tip, he felt her getting wetter and hornier.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘Can I put it inside you?’
Cindy: ‘Of course cher.’

He easily carried her up and made sure she sat nearer to the edge, while he kneeled on the floor in front of her legs. Holding her waist firmly, her grip on his arms tightened as his cock slipped into her pussy, slowly consuming her with sex as inches disappeared into her.

The slow penetration gave Cindy time to calm her mind down, which was throbbing with lust due to his extreme size. Feeling every bumps on his cock, her vaginal walls couldn’t be any tighter around him.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘You’re fucking tight you know?’
Cindy (moaning): ‘It’s you who is too big.’

His hips started thrusting back and forth, plugging his cock deep into her pussy to set off a uptight yelp. Her ass kept rocking on the plastic cover as he pushed and pulled her on it, bringing her closer to orgasm each time. Within minutes, her legs wrapped around his back and arms threw themselves over his neck. The tiny body trembled uncontrollably in his arms as an orgasm rendered her weak, making him feel like a dad consoling his climaxing daughter.

Mr. Tay: ‘Feeling better?’
Cindy: ‘Good enough for doggie.’

He got on his feet and lifted her up, to turn her towards the wall behind the bowl. Holding her ass in his strong hands, he kept her knees together while he pierced his cock through her unprepared pussy. Right before she could scream, her mouth was covered by his hand and the merciless hip-to-hip slapping noises echoed in the cubicle.

Cindy (moaning): ‘You’re driving me crazy Mr. Tay!’
Mr. Tay (groaning): ‘Isn’t that what you want?’

He continued to pound her until she lost balance, but remained upright with his support. Her pussy was at its hardest orgasm and he was just ramming non-stop, completely letting go of his desires to hold back. Minutes passed like seconds as his cock swelled up in her small hole, bombarding her with orgasms following one after another.

In the midst of the crazy, all out sex, Mr. Tay was beginning to feel his urge coming, and Cindy was barely sober from the continuous attack of orgasms.

Mr. Tay: ‘I’M CUMMING NOW!’

She could not reply him in time and the forceful jerk buried him balls deep, unleashing his cum into her tiny frame. There was little resistance as she was too weak to fight back, and his hot semen just calmed her mind down more than if she was to just massage her clit after-sex.

The five minutes break went uninterrupted and he wore her clothes back after he got dressed, carrying her out of the toilet like a hero saving a beau. The on-duty female teacher took over the flushed faced, warm and sweaty girl and sent Mr. Tay away. For the rest of the day in the sick bay, Cindy drifted in and out of sleep, getting herself wet to the thoughts of Mr. Tay’s huge cock plunging her pussy over and over again.

The next day, Mr. Tay received a letter from Cindy, containing her phone number as well as a postal code and date-time. It was an ‘invite’ he could not refuse, or face unimaginable consequences from Cindy. What happened that day after school at a secluded void deck will be left to your imagination, but one thing for sure – Cindy was left at the stairs semi-conscious but dressed and satisfied, after Mr. Tay was done with her.

Frankly speaking, do you girls prefer to be exhausted and barely awake after sex? Or more energised and ‘ready for anything’?

Too Young to Be

I knocked harder on the door after the first try, afraid to be seen standing outside as if I was up to something. After a few nerve wreaking seconds, the door opened to a surprise sight of a girl in school uniform.

Me: ‘Umm.. I am here for massage. Is this the right place?’
Girl: ‘J is it? Yeah yeah! Come in!’

I quickly stepped into the house and took my slippers off, looking around for someone who looked more capable of giving massages. She took my sling-bag off my shoulders and brought me into a bedroom, the wall in front of the bed covered in photos of the school girl and her company. A towel was handed to me and she went to the dressing table, untying her hair while looking at my blank face.

Jamie: ‘You can take everything off and use the towel there.’

While I hesitantly removed my clothes, she was unbuttoning casually and was stripping down to her undies before I got to mine. Walking towards me in her cute training bra and panties, she put my towel around me and squatted down, helping me get my underwear off my groin.

She threw another towel on the centre of her bed and asked me to lie face down, then proceeding to climb on top of me to start with my aching shoulders.

Me: ‘How old are you?’
Jamie: ‘Fifteen?’
Me: ‘And you have been doing this for long?’
Jamie: ‘Not really. You’re my first customer actually.’
Me: ‘Serious? Aren’t you afraid of letting strangers into your home? Your parents?’
Jamie: ‘I only have my mum. And she provides massage too. I know what happens behind the door.’

Right there, I couldn’t summon anymore questions and just let her take my stress away, stiff muscles succumbing to her skillful kneads and squeezes. Working her way down my back, she targeted each spot perfectly and I was ready to part with my hundred dollar out of the eighty bucks fixed rate. Once she managed to get my calves sore and weak, her next command really shook fear into my heart.

Jamie: ‘J.. turn over for me.’

I flipped onto my back and let her work on my thighs, far enough not to stir an erection. Feeling her knees just resting inches away from my manhood, she then removed the towel to cover my chest with it. Before my eyes, she trailed her fingernails up my inner thighs and poured some oil over my awakening cock.

Jamie: ‘Don’t worry k? I’m not charging you for this.’
Me: ‘WAIT! Stop! You are too young and your mum won’t.. won’t.. allow.. ‘

She saw my erection die down and promptly removed her bra, flashing a pair of perky fair boobs with a light pink cherry on top. My mind couldn’t fight the temptation at all and went back to pumping blood, reinforcing the stick that was rising in her hand. After she knew I had given in to her mentally, she went on to stroke my cock rhythmically, monitoring my facial expression while applying pressure at strange intervals.

Jamie: ‘Tell me when you are shooting k?’
Me: ‘I don’t think I can cum easily through handjobs. It might take.. argh.. ‘

She tightened her grip slightly and moved faster, while her other hand slipped into her own underwear. When she took out her webbed fingers, she got uptight and stood up on her feet, removing her panties while standing over me.

Jamie: ‘You’re the first guy to make me wet without me touching myself. Hehe. Let’s continue!’

Her strokes became slower as she listened more to my groans, half the time distracted as she touched herself between her legs.

Me: ‘Do you want me to help?’
Jamie: ‘You sure you know where to touch?’
Me: ‘Let me try?’

I let her lie in my post on her bed, switching roles like playful children. As soon as her legs opened for me, my finger dived into her clit and rubbed her fast and wild, scoring moans that sounded way younger than her speaking voice. Likewise, my cock was twitching non-stop to her voice, and she got more restless than before.

Jamie (weakly): ‘Let’s switch back. I have an idea.’

We returned to our initial position (me lying face up) and she sat on my lap, my dick pressed under her pussy lips and resting on her straightened fingers. Slowly, she rocked herself back and forth, using my shaft to stimulate her clit while I got to use her juices as lubricant. Our momentum grew intense to a point she was that close to riding me, but she never let her pussy moved too far forward.

Jamie (moaning): ‘Fuck! I’m cumming!’
Me (groaning): ‘Just keep going! I’m almost there.’

She slid her ass over my cock and onto my belly in one move, and caught my hand to rub her off using my thumb. Attacking her vulnerable spot, a gentle stream of love flowed across my belly to the sides, while she continued moaning her lungs out.

For an exhausted girl, she was quick to sit back down between my legs, and pumped my cock upright with both hands interlocked. As if I was in a pussy, the sensational handjob pushed me over the edge and the hot stream of cum launched into the air, landing on her hands that was gradually slowing down. Following the involuntarily nods of my dick, she squeezed my tube once at a time, until there was nothing coming out of me.

With her whole hand coated with my warm semen, she continued to jerk me at a constant speed, tuning my senses from a disinterested, numb one to get a shortcut to my next ejaculation. Magically arriving at my second load, I was pleading for a gear change when she picked up speed.

Jamie: ‘Just. cum whenever k? Make sure you are empty inside.’

I let off a deep groan when the eruption happened again, pouring lava out of the tip over her fingers and my shaft. Once my body was cleansed, she cleaned me up with my towel, and brought me into the shower for a thorough wash. Feeling her hands running all over my sensitive body, it was hard not to get hard, but my mind knew I had already taken a bite of the forbidden fruit.

Me: ‘Here. Keep the change.’
Jamie: ‘Really? Thank you! You know, I think I’m lucky you are a shuai ge, and don’t want to try massaging random guys anymore. If you want, we can go out together one day!’

We exchanged our first kiss at the doorstep and I left happy, in fact, all my muscles left happy, except for the one in my pants who is too tired to think. After that day, we did hang out, but nearby her area and out of sight. Though there wasn’t anymore massages from her, we still managed a little work out together when her mum attends off-site appointments.

You guys call such situations – playing with fire?

Swim Lessons

Gina: ‘Kor kor!’
Me: ‘Yes?’
Gina: ‘You know how to swim right? Can teach me?’
Me: ‘Huh? Now?’
Gina: ‘Later tonight la. Less people won’t so pai seh. I want to learn leh.’
Me: ‘Ok. I’ll text you later.’

My fifteen year old neighbour caught me at the right time just as I returned home from work, in her usual oversized shirt that she wear around the condo. Taking my time to change out of my working attire, I took a few bites out of the sandwich I brought back home, catching up with work on my laptop.

At 8.30pm, my doorbell rang and it was then I realised I forgot about her. Letting her into my apartment, I changed into a pair of beach shorts and singlet, walking the petite secondary school girl to our swimming pool.

There, she removed her shirt to prying eyes, a one piece swimwear that had a little skirting around her hips made her look as if she wore a mini dress. We got into the pool as mummies brought their kids and husbands home, probably to prevent them from feasting their eyes on an underage girl.

Gina: ‘Okay. What’s first?’
Me: ‘Holding breath underwater. Take a mouthful of air and go down. Remember to blow bubbles slowly out of your mouth. See who can last longer.’

She held my wrist I positioned at the edge of the pool and dived down with me, watching me closely as I remained underwater while she jumped up. It took her a few tries before she learnt the ropes, and the excitement in grasping that skill could be felt in her eager voice.

Gina: ‘This is fun! What’s next?’
Me: ‘Frog-style. Also known as breaststroke.’

I swam against the wall in slow-mo to let her see how it was done above waters, and below. After a few strokes, she replicated the kicks perfectly but could not stay afloat. I went next to her and supported her belly, while her poorly coordinated arms splashed around.

Not wanting her to learn the wrong things, I used one hand to hold her afloat, and use the other to guide one of her arm. In under a minute, she was doing it right. We moved on to freestyle and I did the same, holding her belly as she kicked fast.

In an attempt to take a shortcut, we turned towards the open waters and I held her armpits, turning her sideways to let her catch her breaths. Each sideway flip had caused her nipples to rub against my hips unknowingly, and she was breathless before we even got to her arms.

In a corner of the pool, she was going non-stop about her progress, and it made me felt good to know I could do something for her too.

Gina: ‘Kor kor, you know. When you hold my arms during freestyle, my nipples touched you and it felt funny.’
Me: ‘It’s an accident luh. I’ll stand in front of you next time.’
Gina: ‘No no. It’s not anything bad. It feels kinda comfortable.’
Me: ‘Ok! TMI! Let’s rest for a while more and continue.’

I relaxed myself with my head on the edge, and the eerie silence from her got my attention. When I looked at her, she was right next to me, and her hand landed on my groin to force my floating body downwards.

Me: ‘Eh!’
Gina: ‘Just want to know how it feels like ma.’

She did a frogstyle kick backwards at me and we were forced into a corner, with her butt grinding my crotch to an unwanted erection. When she felt it, not only did she hold it through my shorts, she moved her hand up and down and made me push her away.

Me: ‘We can’t do this la.’
Gina (whispering): ‘Why?’

This time, she stood in front of me and held my elastic waistband open, sticking her hand into my raging hard on. Right then at ten, the lights at the pool shut off and my hands went around her back, hugging her close as my thumb moved over her nipples.

Gina (whispering): ‘Are they hard?’
Me (whispering): ‘Yes.’

My shorts were stepped to my knees under her feet and she went neck deep into the waters, black swimwear disappearing into her skin’s shade of nude. Her breasts were in my hands getting massaged like what she was doing to my cock, up down, slowly and carefully.

Gina (whispering): ‘I want to know how sex feels like.’
Me (whispering): ‘You can finger yourself right?’
Gina (whispering): ‘That’s not sex.. ‘

She swam into my arms and I slanted my body so we would be underwater. Climbing over my waist and holding my neck for support, she shifted the part blocking her pussy away so my cock could stick under it. With her legs wrapped around my waist, her body slowly sank lower, engulfing my rod in the warmest part of the pool.

Gina (moaning): ‘Ahh.. you’re so warm inside me.’
Me (gasping): ‘I know right?’

She fell forward towards my head and we kissed for the first time, to the beginning of an affair her parents must never find out. Bouncing her silently in the still water, her pussy got tighter as my cock pierced into her over and over again.

Gina (whispering): ‘Ever gone into the sauna room here?’
Me: ‘Nope. You?’
Gina: ‘Let’s go explore.’

We got dressed as quickly as possible and went into the common steam room, empty and dark if not for the corridor lights. In there, we stripped and left our clothes outside, bringing only our towels in. Hot as hell, she resumed riding atop me without the resistance of water this time, going faster and harder than ever. Moans filled the room like how quickly her juices were leaking all over my legs, bodies turning red from the double dose of sweltering steam bath.

After her legs grew tired, I carried her to another corner and left her in doggie. My cock ripped her small, tight hole apart and started off the fierce sex with her screams. Less than a minute later, it was just sensual moans and dirty talks for me to go faster.

For a small framed girl like Gina, the size of a mature male was too much for her to handle, causing orgasms that came one after another to tremble her body. By the time I was almost cumming, she had gone quiet but still making purr-like moans.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum soon Gina.’
Gina: ‘Wait.. ‘

She turned around to look at me, seated at my dick’s line of fire. Taking my throbbing cock in her hand, she began licking it and moved on to using her mouth, sucking in long, deep strokes just to see my weaker side.

Me (calmly): ‘Shooting now.’

She used her hand to jerk me off into her mouth and masturbated herself at the same time, giving me a sight of her three tired fingers rubbing her sore, reddish clit.

After I was done, I went to turn on the lights and saw her let my cum dribbled out of her lips, in a playful manner before she sucked them all back. Swallowing a few times, she cleared her throat and threw her towel around her body.

Gina: ‘Let’s shower together.’

In the men’s room, two pairs of feet appeared and disappeared under the door as another round of sex happened, screaming in silence and moaning in gasps of air. When we returned home, we were both exhausted but all her parents had were thanks for me, for teaching their daughter how to swim.

The next day, Gina appeared in my door with packets of roti prata, parents waving to me behind her as they wore their shoes.

Gina’s Mum: ‘Gina bought you breakfast. Don’t make a mess in other people’s house k? Bye J! Thanks for taking care of her.’

They left my sight before I could reply and Gina hopped into my house, taking her oversized shirt off to reveal her happy state of nakedness in my living room.

Gina: ‘Let’s eat naked!’

Guess what did I eat first?

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.

Spontaneous Student

Diagonally seated in front of me, the blue skirt hiked up her legs and brought my attention to her eyes, hoping that she did not notice my gaze. Instead, a grin appeared sideways to me and a momentary line of sight was established. I felt a little confused then and did not know what I could do. So, I went back to my iPad and continued reading the news.

A few minutes later, she got out of her seat with her wallet and walked towards the door next to me, dropping a piece of paper as she exited.

Toilet now.

Since I was alone, I packed my stuff and went to the gents, actually doing my business and exited in time to see her adjusting her blouse at the females’ entrance.

Girl: ‘Is there anyone inside the gents?’
Me: ‘Nope. Why?’

She walked straight into the gents, and I couldn’t leave her alone. Seeing how the last cubicle door moved, I joined her in the toilet with a racing heart. As hesitant as I was about getting involved with a girl her age, the situation did not allow much thoughts to happen.

Before my eyes, a pink bra emerged from between those buttons and she stepped out of her skirt without letting it hit the ground. I hung my bag at the hanger of the door and she lifted my shirt up to expose my belt.

Me (whispering): ‘Hey hey.. can you slow down?’

She wasn’t any shorts under her skirt then and simply tucked my hand between her legs, letting me feel the wet patch on her panties.

Girl (whispering): ‘You are the one that made me lost control when you looked at my legs.’

Her panties went down to let me touch her pussy directly, while my underwear was lowered to my thighs. In untrained motion, she pumped my cock erratically until it was too overbearing. In return, I kept vibrating my fingers on her clit till she tiptoed, raising herself higher for me to finger her.

All it took was a few seconds for me to shove my finger in, thrusting as soon as I could to relief the pain. She kept her mouth on my neck to suppress the moans escaping but her random hand movements made me weak fast.

Me (whispering): ‘Girl, let me help you cum. Then we’ll leave k?’
Girl (whispering): ‘Just like that?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

Both of us took a break and she moved to the door, turning her back on me and angling her hips at ninety degrees. She peeled one of her ass open and a pink, slimy pussy invited me into its drooling orifice. ‘Sure?’, I mouthed the word of confirmation to her and she nodded in kitty cute manner.

I parked my meat between her ass and pushed forward slowly, stretching the tight lips open around my shaft. As I disappeared into her, I could feel how I tore my way into her naturally enclosed cave. When she closed her fists against the door, I knew I was fully inside and had to take a few steps back to prevent slamming her body on the thin door.

Once we decided that the toilet bowl was the best place to be fucking at, her knees supported her lower body while she crossed her arms on the water tank. Very carefully, I made long, deep strokes to acclimatise her body, making her wetter as she felt every inch of my skin on her vagina.

Seeing how her toes curl, I knew she was ready and proceeded to pound harder, going deeper with increasing speed. It was damn sexy and wrong to be holding a school girl’s waist this hard, jerking her ass towards me just to pierce her another time. After three minutes of chest tightening gasps, she flung her body upright and slammed onto my chest. I cupped my hands over her small boobs and squeezed hard, cumming and leaking juices down her legs.

Me (whispering): ‘Where do I come babe?’
Girl (whispering): ‘Wait wait. Let me sit down first.’

Like playing lava floor, she turned herself around on her knees and wiped herself dry, before sitting on her skirt. Holding my cock in her face, she used her viscous pussy juice to masturbate me, smiling widely as I struggled to contain my groans.

The next thing I did was to bunch her hair into a ponytail, and she straightened her back knowing what I was thinking. Just as I pushed her towards me cock, her lips opened and I just felt her going down eternally on me.

Me: ‘Ahh.. ‘

I guided her head, keeping her lips in motion without going too deep. The spontaneous student did her best and let her tongue flip around as well, sucking me gently as I went crazy.

All it too was another three minutes, before I lost my mind and held her head still, aimed down her neck. Hot cum string shot over her chest and bra, dribbling down to her belly and she helped pumped my cock a few times to extract everything. Once I stopped shooting, she smeared my bio-lotion over her body and even gave her own pussy a few rubs.

Instead of looking tired, she was hyper like before and went to put on all her clothes, helping me as well after she was done. I was just regaining my senses and recovering my energy after the wild girl’s chase to orgasm.

She left the toilet behind me after I checked that there was no one else, and stood for a while at the corridor.

Girl: ‘Here’s my number. Text me k? We can meet again.’
Me: ‘I don’t know about that. You’re under sixteen.’
Girl: ‘And that’s how you feel really big to me, by being small.. and tight.’

The long haired girl with the fine, toned legs, chest proportionally-developed and pussy beyond-ready, ran into the restaurant after giving me a wink, joining her friends who were chatting away. Before I reached home, she had already booked me for a date the next day, at a quieter place that we won’t be judged for being seen together. And of course, for something more after dine-and-date.

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.

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.