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More than Friends

(She asked shyly) ‘Have you ever.. ‘

(I answered embarrassed) ‘Duh! You?’

(In her excited voice) ‘Nope! So let me see it upclose k?’

Our swimsuits were long gone after we stepped into her bathroom, mostly keeping our hands to ourselves until we washed each other’s backs. Since we both were doing a great job to scrub areas we would usually miss, we had our hands on every corner except for the sexiest parts of us.

I was first to run my soapy hands over her breasts, and she rejected the other valley outright. Being the one with less to lose, I gave in to her request to see ‘it’, and did she take her time to inspect it like a doctor.

Now, I am not embarrassed to admit that I wasn’t turned on by her nudity, because I knew that things would be back to normal once we were done (showering). Somehow, she had unintentionally changed that when she put two fingers on it, to peel the ‘hood’ back to look under. My futile attempt to scare her by reaching for her pussy didn’t work, not when she let me put my fingers right under it.

There was no hiding the fact that it was getting bigger, to the glimmering looks of her eyes. Once my foreskin needed no more help to keep it down, she wrapped her fingers around to ‘measure’ it. I only heard a ‘wow’ before she pulled the skin upwards, useless against the natural tension that kept my small head exposed.

(She asked) ‘You like to put your hand here?’

‘No? I like to do something else down there.’

‘Do it then.’

I swear I saw her gave a cheeky smile when she said that, and proceeded to drag my fingers across her clit. She started out on her feet (we were standing but she was bent slightly towards me), but gradually squatted down with me when I tried to rub harder.

We would seem like we were taking a shit on the floor if not for our hands making wet, slippery noises on each other’s genitals. She was watching my face as I blushed, like how she was. It turned into a competition to put our stamina to the test, and I couldn’t be more thankful when she got too sensitive to remain squatting.

I helped her up after she fell onto her butt and we quickly finished rinsing our bodies. The next part of our ‘exploration’ was carried out in bed, in a sideway-69 position so she could see better. Her trimmed straight-line bush was something new to me, but not how she was getting wetter with each passing second.

My cock though, had stayed in its same thickness and length since the bathroom. I suspected pre-cum was leaking when she swiped her tongue over it, sucking for a bit before smiling at me, and went back for seconds.

Her lips then moved downward from the tip, sealed around the girth as she took more in. My mouth wasn’t going to lay still either. I put my wide-opened lips over her pussy and closed on her clit, thereafter using my tongue to taste-test her. For a first-time-receiver of cunnilingus, she reacted how we would expect. Harsh body thrashing, as though she didn’t want and want me to continue.

Her blowjob went from ‘cute and innocent’ to ‘completely negligible’ once I unleashed my full prowess unto her. By the time we were done, she was wet all around her inner thighs and I had shrunk by a little.

‘Oops!’

She cried out and sat by my hips with her legs crossed, still within reach of my tireless hand. We just sat/ laid there lazily as we rejuvenate ourselves, until she popped another question.

‘Can I sit over your face?’

‘And let you have all the fun?’

‘NO! I promise! This time, I will do my best.’

I guided her over my face and she put her mouth to hard work this time, sucking while stroking my dick. My mind was struggling between the pleasure, and the pain caused by her elbows on my hip bone. That confusion was soon gone once she used more of her mouth, to drive my tongue really fast over her clit.

In no time, her honey was all over my chin, and we couldn’t stop moaning even though we know we were too loud. My hips started moving on their own, but she knew how to do the same too. Our faces were buried so deep and hard that we had to take a break every few seconds to breath.

‘RYAN! I’M WARNING YOU.. AH SHITTT!’

Her butt started trembling violently before she came moments after, rubbing her groin harder over my face. My cock was at its limit as well, and I didn’t do what she did.

‘Cumming! Soon! SOON! NOW!’

She grabbed most of the pipe in her hand and only kept her lips on the tip, in time for the powerful gushes into her mouth. She just kept widening her eyes at me until the flooding was over, and we were stuck in that position for a few seconds.

I didn’t know how she was doing it but she managed to suck more out of me. We were both rushing to the toilet once we cleaned the drippy parts up. At the sink, I only saw her rinse her mouth, without spitting anything that resembled melted vanilla ice-cream.

‘Kay? You umm.. swallowed?’

‘DUH! DOES MY MOUTH LOOK THAT BIG?!’

She smiled and shoved me out of the bathroom to take a nap together, in our bathing suits.

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New Found Rebound

‘Psst.. You know how long have I been waiting for this?’

‘And how long is that?’

‘Don’t pretend you don’t know.. ‘

Mikee put her phone into video mode and handed it to me, barely giving me a minute to figure out what I was supposed to do when she went down on me. I aimed the camera at her face as she tickled the tip with her tongue, before devouring my cock whole without a flinch.

The nineteen year old friend-of-friend whom made a pass at me when we first met, finally caught up with my recent separation from her friend. When I met her for coffee at a shopping mall near her place, the off shoulder crop top, paired with a colourful floral pencil skirt, got my attention like everyone else’s.

Most of the conversation was about her, that I could tell what she was getting at – a wait for someone with my qualities. We ended up at her place after she asked me to accompany her home, as she lived in a condo that was ‘out of the way’, or so I thought.

Seated on her sofa, the non-stop bobbing of her head caused my lungs and mouth to gasp for air desperately. Her firm boobs were a handful to play with, while she kept me on my toes by going deep throat. In a few minutes, she climbed over my lap and raised her skirt to her waist, lowering herself slowly over my erection covered in her saliva.

(Mikee whispering) ‘Do you know I told her I would fuck your life out if she didn’t want you?’

‘She told me.’

‘And it’s coming through.. Now!’

Her ass slammed hard onto my lap, consuming my dick ball-deep into her vagina, that was throbbing so wildly in excitement. Never did I expect to appeal to anyone physically, let alone sexually. But there, right before my eyes, this girl was bouncing her life out using my cock, that was also being driven out of its mind.

I held onto her hips as she rocked back and forth, making dirty noises as she queefed and ‘slurped’. It was the rare occasions where I was not required to do anything, but to be used to someone’s content.

After five minutes of unbelievably agonising sex, I picked her up and spun her onto the couch, on her back. Just swinging my hips at her, she picked my chin up and made out, while I fucked her hard and deep.

(She moaned) ‘I’m coming!’

The immediate tightness held me inside her as her body trembled in pleasure, till the pressure built up in her vagina forced me out in pain. To be squeezed so hard, I couldn’t believe I had to give in to that. She guided me to her face after a few tries of failed attempted to get back ‘inside’.

It was all left to her again, once she started sucking me fast and deep, gagging and choking herself on multiple occasions just to hear me groan for life. Unsure of how much time had past, my mind was spinning in delight when I felt the impending doom building up in my balls.

I couldn’t finish my sentence when I told her I was cumming, and just came into her mouth during an ‘in’ stroke. Her twirling tongue continued to tease me for a few more bursts, before a hard, brain-numbing, spine-tingling suck withdraw all the vitality I had.

Lying breathless and out of energy, we collapsed on each other and my slippery stub planted itself on her wet entrance. We used our last bit of strength to get into her bedroom, for a short nap before her brother returned home, waking us up for some ninja sex.

A rebound, or a newfound?

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Surely Illegal

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally had her hands on his dick, stroking it in the most glorious view he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying. A pair small, tiny hands, that couldn’t completely wrap themselves around it, and moving up and down in dissonant. It was exactly her lack of skills, that turned him on everytime he knew she was coming.

The young student kept talking about her day while he relaxed in the comfort of his bed, occasionally nodding and prompting her with questions. It was almost a routine for her to go up to his place daily, watch him take his pants off, and sit or lie back for her to do her job.

Her mind couldn’t grasp the morality of what she was doing, but it didn’t hurt her. It was simply a process where she moved her hands until white cum flow all over them, and she would wash it off. That day, after he came to her handjob, she asked him if he could help her out.

The long-time recipient of the heavenly pleasure had no reasons to deny her that and took her shorts off for her, spreading her legs so he could see that nubile pussy with some stickiness between. A single, upward swipe of his index finger sent a chill down her spine, calming her tensed body down instantly.

He stayed on track executing the same circular motion, vibrating his fingertip at her unseen clit whenever she began panting loudly. That sensual cycle repeated three or four times before she climaxed all over the bed, forming a wet spot right under her butt.

At that moment, she couldn’t have looked any more lazy, especially when she asked for ‘one more’. The adult smiled at her and resumed fondling her clit, in the same motion for another five minutes until she came again.

Once he was done showering her in his bathroom, she put on her uniform in front of him like after every time, and left for her home one floor down.

It was another good day for him, and a better day for the unassuming little girl.

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She Was

You just sat next to me in silence, and took only one glance at me before your eyes swelled up with tears. I didn’t have to ask about them, but I, or rather, we knew what we needed. I too, didn’t fare any better after hearing your sobs, complete with those streaks across your beautiful face.

We couldn’t find the right words to say, because there was nothing right. You had him to forget, and I have my work to get over. You kept sipping on your bottle of cider, while I breathed in lungfuls of my cigarette. It didn’t bother me that yours ran out and you took mine.

When your head fell on my shoulder, it was so heavy. It represented your joy, sadness, and life. I was sure you felt mine when I put my head on top of yours, careful not to let any ash fall upon you. Once the happiest girl I knew, you have your soft side too.

You wrapped my arm around yourself and held it closely, to warm your cold heart that I always knew existed. You singlehandedly gave me a reason to be alive again, for you if not for myself. We finished our first bottles and popped the second, along with a stick each in our mouths.

The way your eyes gleamed after crying, was easily brighter than the sun. It was your silly smile, and exact words I knew you would say.

‘How have you been J?’

I didn’t say a word, and you looked down in agreement. You could tell how I was from the way I held you tighter than ever. The first drop of rain hit our hands at the same time, but we didn’t mind. I opened my dry pack and let you put all our belongings in. We weren’t going anywhere, nor did anyone needed us.

It was just us, and the rain to cover our fallible selves. We didn’t know when we started crying again, but this time, it hurt more. I didn’t have to ask to pull her into my arms again. She was as limp as she could be when I held her tightly, to hush those helpless, lonely voices in her head. We were as warm as we were, still shivering in the end.

I was half-frozen by the cold when she lifted my chin up, to see me clearer. There was little I could use to warm myself, staring into her sorrowful eyes. And then, she kissed me.

It didn’t matter if our lips were trembling, our faces weren’t moving. There was no love between us, but that didn’t make it less impactful. Rainwater seeped into our mouths as we exchanged saliva, never once moving my hand from her shoulder. She too, didn’t her anything with her hands that were tucked in my chest.

The sexual connection couldn’t be any further, once she put her hands under my shirt. I went for the only exposed place where I knew was warmest, her neck, and accidentally made me moan. ‘Is that how you sound?’

We both knew what I was referring to. No, it wasn’t sex, but something else we shared contrary to that. Her hands moved downwards and went into my shorts, changing her face from a restrained one to one with a frown.

Yes, I wasn’t hard. I was never hard for her.

For a long time, she is a goddess in my eyes. A symbol of perfection, through imperfections. It wasn’t her smiles that melted my heart, but the way she showed them. Whenever I make her mad, she would hit me hard painlessly. And I never hit back, except for the one time I grabbed her neck to feed her a slice of apple in return for hers.

That was the first time she moaned, ‘for’ me.

Water was still blurring our sight when I turned her around forcefully, to hug her differently. She simply took my hand and put them into her shorts, and touched herself with her fingers over mine.

She felt very hot there, and I have my first reason to lust for her. She must have heard the change in my breathing when she reached behind for my hard on, and moved it so slowly in her palm. I was in control of her, who had the same control in her hand. The wetter she got, the harder I was.

We were drenched down to our undies that night, but our clothes weren’t the only thing that was wet. I couldn’t have wanted her to hold me longer when she grabbed my arm, to pull me out – in vain, during her orgasm. My fingers had the other kind of slippery, and she knew better where those came from.

It felt surreal that we finally had each other in our arms, or rather, I had my arms around her waist. We took up the only position possible in the toilet and I was allowed into her cubicle, a damp one in all directions.

I couldn’t be any colder when perspiration covered our bodies, stuck in the unbelievable act of intimacy in the toilet. We just moved in synchronicity at our hips, moving that long pipe in and out of her pussy.

That one single look she threw backwards at me caused us to lose control, of the paced strokes for a wilder one, where I held her arms at her back to thrust deeper into her.

Pure lust took over our minds and led us right into the pit of desires, filled with pounding motion and heart-wrenching, loud breathes of exhalation. I thought there was no limit to how fast I could do when I slammed into her so rapidly, but reality didn’t work that way.

I calmly pulled out of her expended body before the worst happened and let her tuck it between her thighs, for a subtle, gentle make out while we grind our groin together.

My cum, they spilled over her inner thighs and butt when the moment arrived, and we immediately went for a hug. The rain has stopped by then, and our clothes were no drier than before. We got dressed in the narrow container and left the sex-filled cubicle.

A taxi picked our wet bodies up and sent her, and then me, right home. We never stopped texting since then, unless we were meeting.

At the same park, bench, and toilet.

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A Sunday Together

(I asked) ‘What are you doing here? I told you it’s fine.’

(She replied) ‘I know you did, but why would you do that for me? I cannot just treat the loan as a charity. I don’t want you to.. ‘

‘No. I told you it’s fine, so I have made peace with that already. What else do you need?’

The frown on her face couldn’t be more puzzling as she has just had her debt written off, completely freed from any worries or restraints to start anew. I didn’t let her stand out there to attract more attention and brought her into the kitchen, where I was brewing some tea. Seeing that it was that θŒΆι“ (tea ceremony) kind of tea I was having, she had this ‘helplessly helpful’ look.

We had two cups each over cigarettes, in silence, before I went to the living room to finish up a movie. There was no need for her, or anyone to help me around as most of my home was automated, right down to the automatic deployment of Roomba. The air-conditioning, lights, music, were all network-AI controlled. She just couldn’t find anything to do for me.

‘Do you need to wash your clothes?’

‘It’s Sunday. Everything is stocked.’

(In a heavy tone) ‘Do you really have everything set? Is there anything I can do for you at all?’

Her hand ran over my thigh as she said that, approaching my groin fast before I could reply. I moved myself away from her and she retracted her reach, only to go between those legs she raised onto the couch. Soft, sensual moans then came from her, intensity increasing with each passing second.

Her panties were the first to come off, before the boyshorts she wore. During the whole process of her seduction, I only threw her two or three glances in disbelief.

‘Am I too loud?’

‘No you aren’t.’

I paused the movie at the climax and showed her to the table, which she quickly sat on to continue her performance. I could swear those eyes of hers were so alluring that I didn’t bother to hide my erection, brought upon by the vibe of gratitude, desire to offer something I need.

She just kept going, orgasms after orgasms, wearing herself thin without hearing a word from me.

‘That’s enough. There is a guest room at the right left turn. Rest up there.’

I went back to the kitchen and began to make lunch, briefly interrupted by her curiosity about which room was mine. After about half an hour, I brought the two bowls of chirashi into the empty guest room, to find her sleeping in mine.

‘Lunch is ready.’

She sat upright to flash me her naked top and took the bowls from me, inviting me to join her in bed to eat. She hastily finished her portion and leaned over to me, to open my legs so she could stick her hand into my boxers.

Let’s just say that I have two mouthful of rice left when she pulled my bottoms off, so she could properly massage on that erection she caused. I left everything in her control to do what she wanted, even as far as letting her go down on me, to largely help her feel less indebted.

It didn’t take her much effort to make me moan in delight, especially with her skilled tongue that did such a good, sloppy job. Her hands never stopped caressing my balls throughout all that, solidifying my manhood to the point it ached.

She knew exactly how I was feeling then, and wasted no time to overlap her legs with mine. We sat face-to-face, genitals in each other’s hands, and started to close the gap between our lips. The way she kissed, was so shy, progessive, and addictive at the end.

I found myself kissing her on those soft, glossy, pink lips so many times that it even made her want more. It was a mutual buildup of passion, that set our bodies in motion, sliding an inch closer each time like none of us noticed.

A few seconds later, the tip of my cock dipped into her entrance and she made the rest of the trip. We were joined at our respective hardest, and softest parts of our bodies. The way her pussy tightened, relaxed, pulse, corresponded in equal hunger for my twitching, nodding, hard cock.

It only took her a second to mount herself on my (opened) lap and grind fast and furious, wiping out my thoughts at an instant. She was the one that got fiercer and crazier with each hump, likely over-depraved by how she climaxed on her own earlier.

If this was the price to pay, who would mind overpaying her? My arms soon gave way to her merciless bouncing and I was fucked on my back, with no desire to take control.

When it was my turn to cum, I pushed myself off my back to threw her onto the bed. I jabbed my cock so deep into her pussy she blacked out for a second, but awakened to be knocked semi-conscious again. Her inaudible pleas fell on deaf ears once I crossed my limits, chugging her pussy full of cum at the last few strokes.

I kept pumping until I decided to pull out suddenly, for a squirt of our fluids to spray into the distance. She went into a small fit shortly after, to which I watched in delight knowing that she had come yet another time.

(I asked her) ‘Do you know what to take?’

‘Yes.’

(I questioned) ‘What?’

(She answered) ‘Morning-after, and the pill.’

‘See this doctor.’

I tucked a name card between her phone and its case, before she pulled me into bed again to suck me clean – and hard again for another round.

It was a fucking Sunday.