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Being Assholes

Cheryl and Isaac had decided to pay one of their good buddies, Zack, one night with beers and food. It was a simple gathering where they relaxed and chatted, since they had not seen each other ever since they started working.

Well, it was hard not to turn the two guys on with that translucent white blouse and a loose denim shorts. Just sitting on the floor in front of her was already too much for them to take as her crossed legs often revealed the red panties she wore for that evening. In a rush to get some action starting with the unsuspecting girl, Zack took out a deck of playing cards and began distributing while cans of beers were popped opened.

Zack: ‘The loser will do a dare k?’

Cheryl: ‘Okay. On!’

The two ‘king’ of gambling made their ruthless conquests and Cheryl had accumulated three forfeits in just three games. Now, it was time to get their raging hormones satisfied.

Isaac: ‘Okay. First dare is to put this lighter between your legs and don’t let it drop out.’

Cheryl: ‘For how long?’

Isaac: ‘For one game.’

Seeing that it was not too difficult, she clamped it between her upper thighs and adjusted her legs to sit sideways. Just as she thought it was secured, the yellow Bic lighter dropped out and the guys went ‘orh-hor‘ in harmony. Isaac quickly picked the lighter up and Zack told her that it would be placed back by Isaac.

She opened her legs for him as he leaned in, sliding the lighter along her smooth legs and into her shorts. Although it was outside her panties, Isaac grabbed the chance and pressed the edge of the lighter at her clit, vibrating it slightly until her body that was leaning back, gave way and fell on the beanbag behind her. Zack went over to join in the fun by pinning her hands above her head while Isaac continued to tease her clit, sending her into a non-offensive struggle trying to tell them to cut it out.

Things slowly got out of hands when Zack asked his buddy to stop, in exchange for taking a little pink pill he took out of a zip lock in his shirt pocket. Rather than being touched physically, the pill seemed to be a better idea and she took it with beer.

Ten minutes into the next round of card games, her body was swaying to and fro, until one moment, she let herself down on the beanbag. Seeing that their opportunity had came, Zack went back to restraining her hands while Isaac proceeded straight for her pants, tugging it off her legs. After she was bottomless, her blouse was unbuttoned and removed, having gone too weak to resist.

It wasn’t much of fear as her body was number neck down. Her increased heartbeats were sending the drug all over, making her high till she was grouchy. The guys knew she was all theirs to have fun with. They flipped her on her chest over the beanbag, and Isaac was first to go. He went behind her and jammed his dick in, partially lubricated from the earlier teasing. The moment he entered, he just pounded away into her feeble body.

Zack placed his dick in her mouth, treating it as her pussy and did the same, ramming it down her throat that had no gag reflex due to the effects of the drug. They were fixated in that position abusing her body. Cheryl wasn’t unconscious, she was aware of what her body was going through, and enjoyed the bombardment of pleasure along with the drug.

As soon as Zack stopped mouth fucking her, she grabbed his balls and gave them a little wobble, sucking on his rod with a sloppy blowjob. Both her holes were dripping wet, one with saliva and another with her womanly juice.

They swapped places and experienced the sweet girl’s body, maximising the time by engaging her in different positions. Men being men, their bodies were soon too desperate to cum after so much sex and they returned to the first position, Zack in front and Isaac at her rear.

The countdown to ejaculate at the same time was the craziest Cheryl had ever felt. The two men were ramming their cocks into her at impossible speeds, determined to cum together. Her pussy was sore and sensitive by then, and had orgasms shooting through her body all along. Finally, they went slow to time their dispatch and sank their dicks in all the way as their hot cum flooded her body from both directions.

The hot cream flowed down her throat and she could make out the whole journey down her gullet from the heat. Her pussy also got an instant relieve of aches from the soothing warmth, like hot water rushing into her body to warm her up.

The guys sat on the sofa panting after they were done, leaving Cheryl on the bag with thick white cum leaking out of her holes. As they thought of having a quick nap, Cheryl wasn’t done just yet. She crawled over to them and began sucking on Isaac’s dick that just creampied her. Her mouth worked hard going up and down, making him squeal from the sensitive tip. Her free hands also roamed over to Zack, and started jerking him off, still covered in her saliva and some of his own cum.

Somehow, they had unleashed some kind of sex slave that knew no limits. She alternated between the two yummy sticks of raw flesh and made them so weak they couldn’t even speak a word, yet kept awake from the blood rushing downwards. After they cummed a second time, this time Isaac in her mouth and Zack in her hands, she finally disappeared into the toilet. Probably to wash up for sleep.

Alas, she did not disappoint them. Her trance-like expression was priceless when she went back to Zack, going deep throat on him until he was hard again, taking a good fifteen minutes to get up. She climbed on the sofa and sat over him, almost knocking him out when her pussy went down on him. She held onto his neck and rode him.

Well, as much as he loved sex, it was too much for him. He was motionless on a couch, where a moaning girl kept grinding on him. It was as good as being fucked dead. He could feel her pussy squeezing so tightly around him, and it did not go away either. She just used that suction to drive him insane, before she felt his pulsating veins pump the measly bit of cum.

Zack (weakly): ‘Cheryl.. Stop.. ‘

She remained on his lap and slouched her body on his, falling asleep with the air conditioning cooling their bodies down. They must have gotten one of the best workout in their lives.

The next morning, before sunrise, her mouth was already on Isaac, sucking on him for her breakfast while milking Zack for more.

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Perfect Finish

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Just as I finished the last bit of beer in my pint glass, the waitress came up to me with the bill, a sign of politeness that they were about to close for the day. Sitting a few tables behind was a Korean girl, which I could make out with her sharp flawless features, and three empty glasses at her round table, flushed and drunk.

After I left the bar, she appeared behind me within a few seconds and ask me to accompany her. The accent she had was unmistakably Korean. Since it was still early (11pm is considered to be early for a drinking night), I agreed just to make sure she reached home safely.

We spent some time loitering pointless around the neighbourhood, with luxurious private estates. After an hour of headless wandering, she tugged at my shirt and said she wanted to pee. Well, I was just wondering how long more I had to hold myself in too. So we made our way behind a row of tall bushes, and did our business side by side.

In a gush, the pressure in my bladder was relieved from the build up of alcohol. As I was about to pull my underwear up after the ‘jiggle’, she suddenly yanked my jeans by the hip and turned me around. Before I could see if she was dressed, her head blocked the view of my groin and her mouth went on to suck my dick, as though possessed by some horny demons. Her lips were lightly stroking along the skin of my dick, moving at such a speed it felt like, sex. Once she had to stop for a breather, the following words that came out of her mouth were, ‘Can you fuck me?’. It was in perfect English that sounded so sexy with the foreign tone.

I had to reject her no matter what she got earlier. She was still red from the beers, and had spoken in a slur. It would be messy if she decided to sue me for anything. After hearing my reply, she stood up and stripped her jeans that were still at her knees. What a way to threaten. Once her panties were removed, she headed for the street lamps. I could make out her sparse pubic between her legs but I was more worried about what I was getting into. I pulled her back into a dark corner with my pants slipping down my calves. She then went back to sucking until I totally couldn’t stand upright, finding my balance with help from the fences.

Me: ‘I don’t have a condom with me.’
Girl: ‘But I do. Never used since my mum gave it to me just in case.’

She remained on her knees and capped me with much difficulty. But it felt super erotic when an inexperienced girl like her tried to do it right. I could feel so much impatience and desperation when it slipped a few times.

Finally, the rubber was on and we found a small opening among the bushes to a clearing where a steel fence separated the park and a house. She held onto the rails and raised one knee on the low wall. I blindly guided my dick between her legs and spent some time getting my dick into her. As my dick pushed its way into the tight, ‘foreigner’s’ hole, she was groaning with her head facing upwards. The squeeze on my rod was a result of her small hips, slim to a point I could feel her pelvic bone when I held her waist.

Wasting no time, I worked my way deep inside her and pounded her so hard that the first orgasm formed a higher level of clench that did not go away. Her cunt was just airtight and sealed. A vacuum pulled me in whenever I pulled, bringing me back into her with a loud slapping sound. Thankful for the alcohol, I was feeling confident of lasting longer that night.

Girl: ‘Can you put it in my ass?’

With great pleasure, I pulled out of her and spat some saliva right at her rim. Poking the dick head in, the tightness proved impossible to accommodate even an inch of my dick. The drunken eagerness of her kept moving backwards as my tip remained motionless. Slowly, I thrust the rest of the shaft in and the rubber had came a little loose at the top, giving me more freedom to go all the way.

After a minute or so of gracefully deep pumps, I felt her tight anal flesh squeezing down so hard. And it felt really good. The rest of the action need no explanation. I was pounding her rear as fast as I could manage, barely holding in my load with that level of stimulation.

Just as I thought I was doing well in her pussy, it was a whole new experience to be in her other hole. Damn! I was about to cum.

Me: ‘I’m cumming soon. I can’t move anymore. It’s too tight.’
Girl: ‘Take it out. Take it out.’

I stepped back for my rod to slip out of her and she bent her back in front of me, unrolling the condom halfway before ripping it away, flinging it into the dense bushes. She then squatted down and resumed sucking my dick, throwing her face into my groin until I erupted my hot load into her mouth, pushing some of it down her throat as she continued the deep throat.

Once she felt the spasm in my body slow down, she gave a last suck that started from her throat, pushing me out with her lips forming a tight seal. It was indeed heavenly to feel my shaft being totally emptied.

Girl: ‘It’s a good hangover cure.’

We got up and hid ourselves away from the light while dressing up. And she gave me a hug that felt so calming and warm. As she stayed in my arms for the few seconds, I felt her hand briefly tucking something into my back pocket.

Girl: ‘I’ll see you soon.’
Me: ‘Can’t wait.’

She placed a hand on my chest signalling to me not to move while she walked into the distance, stopping in front of a three storey bungalow before pressing the bell. Man, it was just a thirty second walk to her place, and we just had a quickie right at her front gate. I left the maze of tall houses and made my way home, to find a piece of paper with her number in my pocket. Hmm, I guess it would be a good idea to send ‘Hae’ home whenever she got too drunk right? Just for safety’s sake.

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Splashing Wet

*Splash!*

Felicia (shouting): ‘EH! MY PHONE IS STILL IN MY POCKET!’

Her group of classmates pushed her into the pool of the condominium where they were having a BBQ at. It was supposed to be a casual outing to one of the guy’s place, but with booze and cigarettes, it was not surprising things went out of hand and landed her in a dripping wet situation.

Quickly pulling herself out of the water, she checked on her iPhone and was relieved that it still worked, having protected in the thicker pockets of her school skirt. As her uniform got stuck to her body, it would be hard to explain to her parents what happened since she did not tell them the actual reason, expecting them to reject the invitation she got for the BBQ.

Felicia: ‘J, can I go up to your place to dry my clothes? I can’t go home in these.’

J: ‘Okay.’

He placed his cup of unfinished juice on the table and packed her school bag for her, carrying it over his shoulders while she followed behind, shivering from the coldness. Upon entering his place, she walked with him to his bedroom with an attached shower, and began stripping after he left the room. In the bathroom, she did a check for shampoo and body foam, spotting a plastic bottle beside a tube shaped object. As her curiosity got the better of her, she picked the object up and found it to be a silicon vagina, awkwardly returning it to the original position after seeing the resemblance.

With the shower running, J’s voice suddenly came through the door and asked her not to touch anything in the bathroom, probably realising he had left his intimate toys out in the open. As a girl in a male’s room, the tidiness of his room was admirable, and she liked how he laid out his bed, with a few soft toys ‘sleeping’ on his pillow.

After half an hour, she came out of his room with just the Doraemon towel, brushing her hair as she asked for a spare set of clothes. J was dumbfounded with the sight of a slender figure, wet long hair that flowed around her neck. Once he got his sister’s clothes, he went into his room and found her sitting on his bed, blanket around her neck.

J: ‘You are not really dried yet you know?’

Felicia (trembling): ‘But it’s really cold.. ‘

She took the pile of clothes from him and tucked it away, waiting for her temperature to recover before putting them on.

Felicia (trembling): ‘I think you have to let them know I won’t be done so soon. I have to dry my clothes. And.. my underwear is wet as well.’

J gentlemanly sent a text to his buddy to update them and they were cool with it, knowing that they were the ones who inconvenienced the studious, smart girl. Sitting closer to her, he rubbed his hands on her back to warm her up, and as he did so, the blanket slipped down her shoulders but she did not noticed. Something was stirring in his pants now, being so close to a naked girl the first time in his sixteen years of life.

Felicia: ‘Why are you looking so red?’

J: ‘I.. you look sexy in this.. ‘

Felicia: ‘So.. will you be using the toy in your bathroom after I am gone?’

J: ‘Oh shit! You saw it?’

She nodded shyly and turned red as well. He rolled on the bed for the knob to control the lights and tuned it down, bringing the whole room to a darkened state.

J: ‘Can I kiss you?’

Felicia just closed her eyes and fell onto his pillows, breathing out warm air from the excitement of such close body contact. His weight landed next to her and his warmth closed in on her face. Very lightly, his lips met hers and she poked her tongue out, accidentally teasing him when she just wanted to wet her dry lips. As soon as he felt the soft wet tongue, he did the same and pulled her chin lower, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

While their tongues fought in gentle strokes, he had gotten hold of his blanket around her and pulled it away, leaving her towel to protect the decency. But it did not stay long on her either, with his shaking hand freeing the towel not long after. Running his fingers down her body, his index and thumb went to her nipples and carefully clamped them between, rolling them like handling toufu.

Felicia: ‘Can you warm me up?’

He stopped in his tracks and removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on between the two bodies. Lying on top of her, his face stayed inches from her as his heat transferred to her body. As she didn’t want her legs to obstruct their intimacy, she opened them and let his knees rest on the wet sheets from her shower earlier.

J: ‘Have you don’t it before?’

Felicia: ‘No. But I don’t mind doing it with you.’

She was already lost in her own senses when she said that. Everything felt so right, and he wasn’t such a bad partner too. He struggled between looking composed and getting it in, with some help from Felicia coming shortly after. Holding his dick between her legs, a little tug brought it to her entrance and she raised her feet in the air, fearing pain from the entry.

Felicia: ‘Go slow k?’

J: ‘I will.’

His hips inched the meat in and the splitting pain diminished as he gave her pecks on her lips. It was so beautiful to feel him going in, warming her pussy as his heartbeat throbbed through his dick. Finally, the full length was deeply implanted and they spent a few seconds quietly, savouring the wetness and softness of their genitals.

Felicia: ‘Try moving?’

Pushing his chest up in a push up position, his pelvis started to pump the thick rod at her, groaning in ecstasy while she grabbed the edges of his pillow in a crazy head thrashing motion. It was the first time she felt so good and erotic, having a weird form of energy running through her body, from her head, to her pussy. He was big to a point it stretched her opening, and perfectly fitted in her, lining her vaginal walls airtight while his dick slurped its way in and out.

Felicia (panting): ‘I’m cumming! I can’t take it anymore!’

J: ‘Damn.. I’m about to shoot too. You’re getting too tight!’

True enough, her pussy was closing itself in preparation for the climax, pushing J over his limits as he lost control of the speed, ramming full force into her. The both of them screamed and groaned for the last few seconds before he moved himself back, flicking the slimy loads of cum all over her stomach while Felicia convulsed into a trance in front of him. She had unknowingly held his dick above her pussy and allowed him to keep thrusting his ejaculating rod on her body.

J: ‘You like it?’

Felicia: ‘Yeah. It’s tiring.’

They collapsed on the bed naked and caught a nap in each others’ arms, breathing in the scents of their upgraded friendship while waiting for her clothes to dry.

After an hour, they woke up to non-stop ringing of J’s phone and realised it was close to midnight, about time for Felicia’s last bus home.

Felicia: ‘You can keep my panties. I’ll come back for them next time.’

She left his place in a cab and J was free to go for a few more rounds with her underwear, wanking his life away in that silicon pussy.

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Too Much Education

Rachelle: ‘Okay class. That’s all for today.’

She let the students leave the classroom before walking out, heading back to the staff room to drop her folders. As she tided her desk, Ron stood up among the cubicles and took a quick glance at her, smiling nonchalantly, and went for the door.

Upon seeing his departure, Rachelle took her box of mint sweets and followed suit, till he disappeared into the science block where he was nowhere to be found.

There, one of her student, Max, was on his phone but stopped to see who had walked in on him.

Rachelle: ‘Max, did you see Mr. Tay?’

Max: ‘Yeah. He went into the staff toilet. I was about to text you.’

Right then, a door slammed from behind the ladies, where they both heard it out and clear. Just before curiosity got the better of her, she ushered for Max to go over. They listened on the door of the staff toilet but heard nothing, only more noises coming from the female toilet.

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Who else was here?’

Max: ‘Cynthia. But she went into the toilet. Maybe it’s her making the noise?’

Rachelle then grabbed her student’s hand and made their way into the ladies, paying close attention to the only cubicle with shadows shuffling from underneath.

Ron (whispering): ‘Take it off.. ‘

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Wait la. It’s not that easy.’

The freshly graduated NIE math teacher did not wait for anymore signs and pushed their way into the empty cubicle next to the busy one. The finger on her lips summarised how quiet they should be. After all, no one should know what they and the couple next to them, were up to. Two students with their teachers, side by side, getting steamy and hot in cubicles next to each other.

Rachelle took her sweater off and pulled her spags over her head, while her student, Max unbuttoned and stripped his uniform off. In less than a minute, they were fully naked, save for the bra his Math teacher was still wearing. The stall next to them began generating slurping sounds, with loud gasps of a manly tone.

Max let Rachelle sit on the toilet and placed her feet over his shoulders, quickly diving head-first into her pussy. As his licking grew wilder, she failed to keep quiet and went on to moan sensually. With her eyes closed, and Max occupied, they never noticed the head that peeped over the dividers.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘Max and Ms. Lim.. ‘

Ron (whispering): ‘Shit.. they are.. ‘

Max got up from his knees and swapped places with Rachelle, beginning his share of blowjob from the short, brown-haired lady. Her round face only made her seemed cuter when she took his rod in and messed up the curves of her beautiful cheeks.

*Ahhh..*

Cynthia’s voice broke the silence as her pussy was fingered, going as deep as her body would accommodate. Ron’s hand had been squeezing her breasts so hard that red marks were showing around her nipples. Right, both her nipples got so sore beyond description but it felt good, hard, hard kind of good.

Suddenly, the two couple changed their positions simultaneously. Rachelle bent over the toilet cover in doggie as Cynthia laid back on the flush tank, awaiting the dicks that they were paired with.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Does it feel good?’

Rachelle (whispering): ‘Oh yes.. it feels fucking good.. ‘

The two students were dumbfounded by the coincidental response, yet did not hold back when the onslaught began. Moans filled up the toilet, groans rang like monsters in the attic, teachers were talking dirty to each other, and students showed more concern for their invisible partners.

To the four of them, it felt more like a swing that occurred in two separate rooms.

After the longest ten minutes in their lives, Ron was heard slowing down, issuing a warning to Cynthia who was overdosed with pleasure. Her limbs hung lifeless to the sides, and legs were held up by his strong grip. Max in the other cubicle, had stopped moving a minute ago, but Rachelle kept thrusting herself backwards, fucking his dick to a dangerous edge.

Ron (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum.. ‘

Max (whispering): ‘Me too Ms. Lim.’

A loud bang woke Cynthia and silenced Ron, forcing him to pull out of his teacher and cover her mouth from behind.

*knock knock*

Ron: ‘Ms. Lim?’

Rachelle: ‘Yeah?’

Ron: ‘Shall we?’

Max understood his words and gathered his uniform, unlocking the door, a sweaty man with a smile greeted him.

Ron: ‘Take care of Cynthia. I think she won’t mind.’

The doors clicked shut and Ron pushed Rachelle up the thin, plastic wall, one leg dangling over his arm that was holding onto her waist. His dick spread her tight pussy opened and sank all the way in, thrusting almost as soon as he felt she was relaxed.

Max had helped Cynthia to kneel at the centre of the seat cover, ass raised to his hips. Without warning, he dug his way in and shocked her, but without any resistance to get away from him.

Ron (whispering loudly): ‘Let’s finish this. Max! Safety first!’

A knock replied his worry and the skin slapping noises appeared. Rachelle barely contained her moans behind Ron’s hand, continuously nudging her to the edge of orgasm with every stroke. Her pussy had began to tighten and Ron wasn’t that far away from his climax too.

Three hip thrusts from Max was all it took to knock Cynthia to near-unconciousness. Held by her arms, he rammed into her non-stop as his peak neared, shaft widening as his cum loaded into his shaft.

In sync, they spent their last three minutes fucking together before the men pulled out, emptying their load on the stomach and ass-crack. Where their precious man-juice then flowed down across the most risky spot to get any cum on.

Exhausted, the ladies cleaned themselves up with the low-grade toilet paper, and helped the men to dry their cocks too. Belt clanged, zippers pulled, everything went quiet for a moment until Ron and Rachelle left first.

Left alone in the cubicle, Max had saw the sparkle in Cynthia’s eyes. One that travelled up and down his chest in shyness.

Cynthia (whispering): ‘You want to come to my place?’

Max (whispering): ‘How ’bout we discuss this after we leave this place?’

They held hands as they dashed out of the toilet, running into the teachers who were standing by the railing.

Ron: ‘I won’t have any accidents from you two right?’

Rachelle did not see the worried look on Cynthia and everything was probably fine. They went back to the staff room with a secret gained, and the two students went skipping out of the school, arms going around each other once they arrived at her block.

Max: ‘Cyn.. I don’t have any condoms.’

Cynthia: ‘I have. Just in case.’

With that, they went into her house and bedroom, only to learn that she had been going pantyless (and shorts-less on non-PE days) to school since forever. Now, how convenient would that be?

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Her Version

You could almost feel his fingerprints on your neck when he dragged them across your flawless skin. Your eyes were closed, and the image of a sunset replaced the orange light shining through your curtains. Unlike the beach, there was no wind, save for the air-conditioning unit that hummed as cold wind contoured to the curves of your body.

He moved downwards, and slowed down as he climbed the impossible slopes up your mammaries. It was the tiny contact point of his body, and yours, that created the waves of pleasure that followed his fingers closely.

Right there, a pause got your attention, the attention that grew into anticipation. What will he do next? A warm gust of air covered the peaks, forming a circle that travelled down your glorious bosoms, disappearing around your ribs. A rise in the temperature above the pinkish tip was quickly moistened by his mouth, before his thick, soft lips went over one side.

Keeping very still, that slippery, wet, rough piece of tongue twirled around, flicking and tasting your raw skin with saliva covering every inch. Those bumps stopped by your nipple turned into an electrifying pulse, shooting sparks underneath those sensitive nips into your dormant body.

Right in time, he shifted his attention to the other side, neglecting the damp one shivering in the chilly cold winds. His palm rested under the lonely boob, strong, yet gentle. He was the force that no one lady could handle, behind a mind that was as resilient to stop the beast from emerging.

Haah..

His mouth lifted itself like the quietest alien spaceship, blowing the last breath of hot air to take in another. All of a sudden, everything went silent again, only leaving his fingers to be felt, between the cleavage of the sexiest woman in that moment.

Confidently, he moved to your belly button, tickles held back for later, where you might be given the chance to exact your version of ‘sensual’ on him. You would love to show him what you are capable of too, if not, replay his maneuverers on his manly figure.

Trailing nails led him to the mould of your pussy, keeping your legs apart but not appearing too desperate. Mentally, you did not felt too vulnerable. Emotionally, you were secure enough for him to continue even if he wasn’t yours. But physically, it was a whole new story.

A part of you wanted to enjoy the teasing longer, but the darker part of you, want him to end the pretence and just get what he was after. You know you would enjoy either of them.

Using his index finger, he turned it sideways and let it fall into the meat sandwich. You could feel how soft you were, you could feel how unwet you were. He had control over how much you can want out of him.

He continued deeper among your labia, sliding up and down, left and right, till he locked his motion under a catch. A sharp breath of air involuntarily filled your lungs, and he had his hand on your weakest spot.

Another finger joined his index, a thumb, to be exact. He clamped your clit lightly and rolled them together, sending a continuous flow of energy into your limbs. Just before your muscles tightened, he let go of it and you were more relaxed than before.

Your legs opened on their own, and he slid lower down your cervix, carefully locating the entrance with just an inch allowance. How could he have taken any longer to figure it out right? Totally under his control, your body found no reason to be wary. And when he pushed the first joint into your vagina, your mind turned into an obedient one, well knowing that he would not stop till you are one hundred percent satisfied.

Then, you felt another finger tip right beside that first one, and it stretched your pussy lips wider, sinking into you and catching up with the former. Yes, there were two inside you now.

He proceeded on, lubricating himself as he moved in a single direction. It had almost felt like a sword that never ended, going into you.

The next minute, there was no reaction from him, at least not from what you could see. His fingers had curled up inside of you, twisting and exploring your insides. Accidental contact with your various sensitive spots came and went, like passing clouds while you sat in the cockpit of a F16. Fast, temporary, but you felt them for certain.

Mimicking the wheels of a locomotive, his elbow started moving back and forth, slightly bent upwards to rub on that bumpy underside of your pussy. You could hear the ticking as his nails stroked along that rough surface, and it felt even better than a smooth dick that could be inside.

Your body squeezed that orifice instinctively and the overpowering, mind-numbing, vision-blurring sensation multiplied. Adrenaline froze your neck and your tightly clenched fingers, but you knew you would not need them for now. Something inside you is permitted to come out and play. And all you had to do was to keep still.

He went deeper with each stroke and you could feel him stretching your limits. You weren’t sure if he was that big or you were that small. It just felt – good.

After five minutes or so, he slowed down, and his fingers turned to the side. He was just moving his fingers and no more of that masculine workout kept things going.

Your pussy began closing in on him, and his movements got wilder. A loud unsightly groan escaped your mouth and a trembling sense of fear overwhelmed you, sending you into a heart-racing spat of orgasm that quickly flushed all the scary thoughts out of your head, replacing them with a beautiful sight of greenery and fresh air, right after you almost drowned. That ‘drowning’, was worth it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, paying extra attention to return those folds of red flesh to its original position. A warm palm cupped over your sore pussy, taking all the aches away. Your eyelids never felt so heavy before, and there was no worry about what he would do to you in this state.

‘Hey babe.’

A whiff of hot pancakes awakened your senses, and sunlight shone through your eyelids glowing red. You rubbed your eyes a few times, and before you, on your bed, was a tray of food.

A glass of spinach-Yakult milkshake, steaming hot pancakes, two mid-sized german sausages and sliced apple. Behind that tray was him, ribbed, tanned, carrying a smile that lit your day.