Author: J

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Locked

Amy: ‘Is your door locked?’

I nodded. She stood up and peeked out of my window, making sure no one is aiming a binoculars at our direction. Standing up, her hands went under her dress by the hips and pulled her panties down.

Me: ‘Are you serious?’

Amy: ‘Haha. You think too much.’

She sat back down onto the bed and adjusted her dress. Very carefully, she wrapped her hand with her undies around my dick. And started stroking me. Moist, but still considered dry. The soft thin cotton rubbing against each other on my shaft was too stimulating.

Amy: ‘How is it? You seem to like it.’

A grin on her face and I knew she wouldn’t let me off so easily. She lifted her dress and showed me the smoothest pussy I could imagine, laser treated waxed goodness. Moving to where my pillows were, she made herself comfortable and opened her legs.

Without realizing, pre-cum was oozing out of my head, ready for the ride of its life.

Amy: ‘Now, you’re not to touch my pussy with any part of you except that.’

*Pointing to my eager meat rod.*

I brought my body close to hers and parked my dick in front of her entrance, just touching her ‘lips’. Having some time for a little tease, my dickhead went like a credit card, swiping up and down her slit, hoping she would read me correctly.

Sensitive and sensitive simply generated so much heat that she just pulled my hips and rammed it into her. I pulled myself out by pushing myself away from her while she pulled me close deep into her. Like pistons of an engine, we were hot and sweaty, yet staying in the same position throughout.

The unpredictable movement of her vaginal muscles made it like riding a roller coaster in the dark. Everytime she felt me cumming, she would relax and squeeze at the right spots to keep me ‘calm’ yet able to continue pumping pleasure into my system.

About twenty minutes into the no-rest rampage, it was time for her final onslaught. We flipped around and she began riding hard and fast, sliding my dick into her body uncontrollably from all directions. As if she knew my body as well as hers, she could feel the build-up in my balls even before I felt it.

She increased her tempo and drew the juice from my well hung sprout, starting from the squeeze at the base, all the way to my pee hole, as many times as she can get her pussy to do. I had to admit, I was drawn dried.

Amy spent the next few minutes on me, still inside her, savoring and enjoying the new found warmth in her. We fell asleep for a good long time till I got hard again – inside her. Was so tempted to go again, but seeing her sleep so soundly, I left it growing large inside her till she was awake.

Unforgettable. Intense. Sensual. Sexy.

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One Fine Line

She lies there on your bed, in a daze and totally wasted from the bottles of alcohol. The type of girl any guy would want to lay their hands on, dressed slutty and out to attract/ seduce. Wrapped in a contour revealing dress, she was there to be unwrapped and played. She was so drunk that she was mumbling to herself and seemed to be in a trance. Shifting her head from left to right and back, as if hallucinating.

Her heels were long gone the moment you brought her back to your apartment. And the position her legs were showed you the cute white g-strings she wore underneath. What would you do? You took a seat at the corner of your bed and nudged her, either you’re checking she’s really too clouded or if she’s okay. I’m guessing the former.

You: ‘Are you okay?’

*some mumbling*

There’s no way you could make out what she said. So being a little more daring, you lay beside her and took a whiff of her long light brown hair. You then placed your hand on her tummy, pretending to be nudging her.

You: ‘Jacie.. Jacie..’

No response. Her short dress were almost at her hips from her flipping and rolling on your bed. But you weren’t the least tempted. Making sure she was knocked out was what’s more important. Your hand slowly went south of her body and reached her g-string. Gently kneading your fingers inwards, she didn’t give the slightest resistance.

Was she enjoying it as well?

Slowly, a patch of wetness confirmed her body response. Horny, but tired. Your hand did not stop and made her even wetter. There was no noise from her, while you expected some moans or sort to be heard. You went between her legs and tugged her undies towards her feet, inching bit by bit not to wake her up. This time, no reaction is the best response.

A few seconds and it was done. Her bare, shaved pussy was right in front of you, glistering in the light from your lamp across your bed. You opened her legs up by her knees and took a breath of her scent. Sticking your tongue out in its soft mode, you lapped her pink flesh and tasted this vixen. Dreaming? You wondered, but nothing feels more real than this.

Droplets of dew formed on her slit and you were quick not to let them go to waste on your bedsheets. After a few more minutes of licking, you had to stop and ease yourself. Letting your berms fall onto the floor, it was only your underwear separating the evil act. Your fingers sank themselves inside her and you were sure her hymen is no longer there somehow. The urge to taste her juices on your fingers were simply too much to resist.

Jacie was your friend in class, and you knew she was those wild type with a cool boyfriend you could never match. Surely she’s not a virgin. So what’s one more dick to her? She probably had too many dicks to count with one hand before this boyfriend of hers. You decided what’s best.

You pulled the stretchy part of your underwear downwards and positioned your pee hole at hers. Here’s the one fine line.

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Shhh..

It was a day I felt I could last longer than usual, and really needed a relieve. She understood me totally, and knew what to do. She was new to this, but aware of what the whole process would lead to. It was safe enough to stop anytime, knowing I would not be turned off or angered. She shifted her seated position right behind me, pressing her boobs on my back, with her legs at my inner thighs. She spread my legs open with her feet,  then placed her hands around me and holding the bottle of Durex Play in one hand. She squeezed a nice blob of it onto her right palm, ready to lub me up.

Girl: ‘You’re left handed right?’

She knew me. And she knows I know her. She doesn’t masturbate, not pleasures herself. Yet, she understands that exploration is the best part of any sexual experience. So here she is, shyly afraid. From her position, she could not see where my dick was, so she horizontally waved her lubricated hand until she came in contact with my warmed toy. She clenched her fingers around it and held it for a good few seconds.

Girl: ‘It feels alive and has a mind of its own.’

Don’t we all guys know what she meant? We do use that mind to think once in a while right? She was skilful, as in the process of ‘first time’ experience. Her fingers squeezed and followed any veins she could feel right to the end, which is also the head. And from there, she would use the obvious main track under the shaft to travel back down to the base. My body was slowly leaning backwards as she continued touching me in places porn wouldn’t waste much time on. From the little flat piece of land between the balls to the pee hole, she made sure she felt my responses with every stroke.

Girl: ‘What do I do?’

She haven’t watched porn before, nor is she interested what porn can show her. She wants to hear from me.

Girl: ‘Run your hand up and down. Grab it like a microphone.’

She adjusted and started stroking, slow, sensual, and reading. Reading me like a book, knowing what controls, knowing what works. As she understands more of my body, her methods doesn’t just end at exploration. Experimentation comes in and she places her thumb over the pee hole and teases it like a flight control column. You guys would know how that feels. Not really painful nor sensitive, but just alright for little teases.

Then, it was the intensity of the simulation under the ‘mushroom’, where all the veins seem to connect to. She spent a few minutes sending me into agony and then moved on to the balls. With the lubricated hand on the main shaft, her other hand went down and grabbed both the balls with her hand, warming, and totally vulnerable. She felt the two testicles with her fingers and started massaging, pumping the other hand along the shaft, covering as much length as she could without slipping her hand out of it.

Within a good five minutes, I could not hold it back anymore. The teasing earlier was too much to take and a whisper of my situation reached her ears.

Girl: ‘Okay.’

She went on until I exploded in her hand, she had aimed it upwards and covered my own dick with her hand in cum. Her exploration went on to reveal the sensitive area on my dick which she finally allowed me to pass that stage and let me rest. We washed up together and she decided that cum was good handwash.

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Feeling

You lie on the bed and the ceiling stared right back at you. One question kept running through your mind, what is this guy going to do to me? Afraid of the unknowns, not really pain nor hurt, but the adverse effects of being exposed to pleasure for the first time. You were on his bed, and he knelt right beside you, like the prince beside the sleeping princess.

Him: ‘Close your eyes, don’t open them no matter what. Put your hand on mine. Know where it goes, pull it away if you don’t like where it is going.’

You closed your eyes, and warmth started to gather at your ears, tension builds up in your head. You feel his hand under yours, sliding up and coming to a stop on your stomach. Warm, and harmless, but your body is always prepared for him to give you a tickle. And he knows it.

Him: ‘I’m not going to tickle you. Relax.’

You felt a shadow across your eyelids, and a pressure on your forehead – a peck. You thought his kiss was weird, since it doesn’t mean much nor you can understand any intention from that kiss. You tried hard not to ask questions and your eyelids tight. His warm breathing went across your eyes and nose, stopping at your lips, you supposed.

A peck.

Another, but it didn’t leave your lips.

His lips parted yours, and wet it with his tongue. Never before you felt a soft tongue on you, the taste was surely tempting to find out. You poked a little of your tongue and reached his, both, wet, slimmy and sensual. Two raw piece of flesh meeting, sounds like something else. His tongue cleaned your teeth and washed your mouth, you did the same and was in slow-mo french kiss.

His hand went to your navel, where the white shirt separated the jeans and sneaked under. Your hand gripped onto his, in case he went to fast. The warmth of his palm was even more obvious. It wasn’t just warmth, it felt safe. He flipped his palm until the part where his pinky were, were the only section in contact with your belly button. In that position, he moved towards your neck. Nothing felt like it would stop this, and you were trying hard to feel as much as you can. You won’t know who would ever do this for you again.

His palm reached the valley of the two mountains, and he slowly moved to cup the one on your right. More warmth, and a ‘safe’ feeling overwhelmed as he kneaded your tender piece of bubbly breast. His tongue still occasionally touching yours, as he continued doing whatever he did, you realised something. Your hand that was over his palm was squeezing. Oh no, that act must have made you felt like a ‘despo’. You opened your eyes and met his closed sight, still focused on your lips and his hand.

He then moved over to the other side to give it some well deserved attention. After a good few minutes of mushing them up, his hand went back to your navel, but higher, right where the bra supports, the bottom of your breasts. It wasn’t really supported like you were seated, and that left you a vulnerable feeling. His hand went under, lifted the bra up and you felt two of his fingers on your nipple, while the rest of his fingers rested around.

Gently, he pressed his fingers together and just a little less than ‘is this going to hurt?’, he started rolling the little browny between, alternating left and right. The sensation that your mind was screaming wasn’t in your dictionary. Again, you only had one word, ‘safe’. This sense of safety wasn’t like any others. Not just feeling home in your home, nor just comfortable, but the idea that an effort is made to make you feel safe. Indescripable.

Every few minutes, he would swap. And a few rounds later, you were unwilling for him to take any breaks or leave. He’s not going to receive anything from you, but you sure made him felt good. You haven’t realised until he told you, that your hand left his at one point in time, fondling the other breast and nipple while he worked on one.

Embaressed, but nonetheless, you still gave him a hug.

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(cont.) Transformed Personality

Part 1

Adeline was no longer the same. A sense of disgust, disrespect and the word ‘cum-dump’ was always in her mind. A huge change happened and she no longer dresses sluttish, nor her mission to tease exist anymore.

But there was one thing that triggered her, and it was this thing that would either make her wild, or afraid. Something in her wants the well-crafted pipe with the beautiful carvings of grooves and bumps, the smooth rough surface of the slab of meat, to run through her again. Being a very hands on girl, she knew how a key worked, and she was the hole, and out there, every guy was the key. She knew some would not fit, she knew some would not even be long enough, but there was a huge craving to find that out.

*What’s behind that zip? In that pants? Did he wear underwear? It looked big.*

These uncontrollable thoughts affected her every waking moment. Here is where she’s different. Work, play, and now, the new fun, pleasure, were all different things. Brought up with strict discipline, she was more than grateful for that to make her this perfect.

The fear of this ‘beast’ escaping was right there. And she knew she had to find out what it can do, and how to tame it – by satisfying it.

Adeline made a change. Adjusted skirt to the regulated length, hair dyed to dark black, no more brightly colored obvious bra, lesser make up. Facebook, twitter, foursquare, blogs were out-of-the-way. Her bagful of goodies remained though, and a new Macbook Air was added to it. Among those reductions were some ‘additions’. She no longer wear anything under her lengthen skirt, and if there was PE, nothing beneath that short FBTs. Guys could no longer make out her bra colour as she was no longer wearing one, the removal of her social activities was for her own protection and privacy, no one will be able to know what she did, or link anything to her.

Upskirts, downblouse, came into her world, real temptations, irresistible urges. The unpredictable waves of sudden cravings for a dick would drive her to the guys’ toilet with her blue and red glass dildo, masturbating herself while she listens in to the peeing and chattering of the guys, occasionally hearing how they badly they want to fuck her.

One evening, she stayed back in class to finish her work and the silence and loneliness made her little dildo speak to her.

*I know you want me. There’s no one around. Don’t you badly want someone to come in now anyway?*

Pulling her toy out of the fresh set of PE shirt, she made sure no eyes could catch her having fun even if someone walks in on her out of a sudden. As she was getting off, pumping the long dildo in and out of her, running sounds and panting were heard.

Rick was an athlete, even though he was more of a ‘looker’ he wasn’t all that smart nor stupid.

Rick: ‘Adeline? You’re still here.’

The toy was still inside, but just sitting there warming up, and getting some sugary coating.

Adeline: ‘Yeah. I was doing some work. What are you doing here?’

Rick: ‘I came back to get something. Was so worried that the classroom is locked. Luckily you’re here. Woo. Let me catch my breath first.’

There’s no need to get his breath though, since he’s going to start perspiring again anyway.

Adeline: ‘Hey, could you come over here?’

Her position was the best spot in class, to NOT get spotted being in class from the windows of either sides. Rick went over and sat beside her. Adeline then lifted her skirt up and the clear little toy was slowing sliding out. You guys should have looked at Rick’s face. Failure? Natural? Both.

She took his hand and placed it on the ball-shaped holder.

Adeline: ‘You know what to do?’

His sudden extraction leaves her in an emptiness. And a thrust forced gasp of breath. Rick liked what he saw, and even more of what he felt.

*This is just a warm up. That toy is not going to be enough for her.*

He gave her a few more strokes, and with the last one, he left it motionless in her. It’s time to give some attention to the stirring in his pants. Adeline adjusted her seat, and seductively cranked his zipper down. Her hand disappeared between the teeth of the zip and went across to free the little boy.

The ‘little’ was just a thought. A monster appeared out of the opening in his pants. It was in disguise of ‘little’ under that bulge.

Holding it in her hand, she could feel the warmth of it, full of power and pent up vigor. Rick was definitely a virgin in this. His body, mind was simply blank, overwhelmed with the new-found pleasure of a pretty girl’s hand on his neglected rod.

Adeline got off the chair and pushed it back far enough some space for some slurping actions to follow. Wetting her lips with her perfect pink tongue, she tied her hair up in a simple ponytail.

Adeline: ‘You’re going to remember this for life. And.. I like yours. It’s big.’

A slight smile and a twitch responded in excitement.

She went down and sealed his pee hole with a kissing lip, a short tickle and she pressed her lips together and his dick feels her mouth going down the shaft. Long, but not intimidating and quite manageable. The saliva gathering in her mouth helped made the whole piece of meat more enjoyable, immersing it in a sauce that only she can produce.

It wasn’t just Rick enjoying himself, Adeline’s other hand it between her legs, playing with the trusty pleasure stick. Guiding it in and out of her as she went up and down on him.

A short but fastening blow left him totally yearning for more, and fully armed, erected, prepared. Adeline’s pussy got bored with the lifeless toy, and was involuntarily opening and closing, screaming for the huge erection on Rick.

She stood up, pulled the whole of the skirt upwards. She didn’t want love. She needs some fucking. Missionary felt like making love, doggie sounds like domination. Cowgirl sounds good though, like control.

She climbed over Rick’s lap, and placed his arms around her slim waist.

Adeline: ‘Hold me.’

She spread her pink slit with wet fingers, and placed it right on him. Grinning cheekily, she lowered herself and took his meat whole into her. Fifteen seconds or so, the two bodies overflowing with lust is actually feeling each other. Adeline could totally feel the veiny rough texture, making their marks on her tight soft muscles within.

Rick didn’t just place his hands there to support. As Adeline lifted herself up, he used his strong arms and pulled her down, ramming his sword into her sheath. It was so hard she was sure he’s going to go through whatever she can take. Her body didn’t listened, her body liked it, her lust wants it, her pussy wants more. Her body continued the ‘getting-of-him’ action and he kept her on him, reminding her with every pull, forcing her wet juice out of her tightening hole.

The whole action lasted for as long as he could hold in, which wasn’t long either, after all, she took his virginity. The sex definitely felt better than the rape, she knew what her mind wanted. Pleasure is now in her itinerary, a daily dose, as she predicted.

Rick knew he was going to cum, and a risk is not part of the plan. He helped Adeline off, and seated her on his chair while he stood up, aiming his gun at her. The huge meat was still dripping of her glistening essence.

Adeline wanted to have it, to receive the cum she worked hard for. She opened her jaws and waited, still teasing the head with the tip of her tongue.

Rick: ‘Urgh! I’m cumming!’

Adeline did however give him a surprise, she once again kissed his widening little pee hole and suckled on it, like a baby, juicing his precious load of protein. The sensation of an extremely sensitive after-cum took everything out of him that he stumbled onto the ground, requiring a whole three or so minute to recover.

Which by then Adeline had already swallowed her recommended daily intake, and nicely straightened out her crumpled skirt. A thrilling school fantasy came true for Rick, and a beginning of lust and adventure for Adeline.

1. (cont.) Endless Blackmail

3. (cont.) Mega Gangbang