(She asked) ‘Ooo.. you live alone? And you don’t turn your aircon off when you go out?’
‘Yessss.. and no. I turned it on on my phone before we reached. You can put the bags on the kitchen sink. I need to sort them out before keeping them. How are you going back?’
(She pouted) ‘Huh? You want me gone now?’
‘No? But your parents?’
‘I’ve already told them I’m with you! They know who you are.’
Just 40 minutes ago, I was at the end of my peaceful day trip to JB when Reina, an ex-student of mine, had jumped on me right after I passed the e-gates of CIQ. She too, had just cleared customs with her parents who nodded back in respect when I turned around in shock. For the rest of the trip, she stuck close to me, catching me up with what was going on in her life – and vice versa.
She has just turned 25 this year, and those memories from when she was 15, didn’t feel too distant as she was one of the more rebellious students I had. Still, I was relieved to know that she didn’t go through too much hardships, besides the few breakups she overshared.
(She pipped) ‘OH MY GOD! IS THIS HOW A BACHELOR LIVE?!’
The next thing I heard was a thud, and the ruffling of sheets that told me of how comfortable she was getting – on my bed. When I peeped at her, she was doing the snow-angel thing, unknowingly hiking her skirt up her waist with every stroke. Once she saw that I caught her, she pulled the sheets around herself like a burrito and took a deep whiff.
(She groaned) ‘GOSH! YOUR BLANKET SMELLS SO GOOOOOOD!’
‘Aren’t you overstepping a little?’
Shouting from the kitchen, I continued unpacking the rest of the groceries and my bag, spending another twenty minutes to stock and rearrange my kitchen shelves. By the time I was done, this exhausted lady was snoring softly under the sheets.
(I whispered) ‘hey.. are you going to sleep for a while here? I can make dinner.’
(She answered sleepily) ‘can I? can you just stay next to me?’
I sat myself comfortably next to her face and tapped away on my phone, until she stuck a hand out of the sheets onto my lap.
(She asked softly) ‘You’re not going to shower?’
‘Should I?’
(She replied cheekily) ‘Yaaa.. although I didn’t.. hehe.. ‘
Taking it as a hint that I should ‘excuse myself’, I let her be and took a long shower, intending to give her as much privacy as I could. When I was done, she was already up, with her t-shirt and skirt strewn atop the bed.
‘Is it my turn?’
‘Uh huh.. ‘
With a strong flip of the blanket, she revealed her CK-branded lingerie, and hopped onto her feet. I was about to turn around for my wardrobe to fetch her a towel when she shot a second shot at me.
(She grinned) ‘Do I not look good?’
‘You do. But you’ll still need a towel.’
(She replied a little disappointed) ‘Fair enough.’
When I turned back towards her, she was topless, and in the midst of stripping her panties off.
(She followed up) ‘Are you not tempted?’
‘Nope. I’ve seen naked bodies before.’
She walked up to me and grabbed the towel from my hand, chucking it to the ground before kneeling on it.
(She whispered) ‘And now? Still not tempted?’
The bulge in my boxers had answered before I could open my mouth, and she wasted no time in tugging them off.
(She moaned) ‘Mmm.. he smells as good.. ‘
Despite having a small belly, I could still see how she lapped the tip, then the sides, then the base, before sliding her mouth over it. My head instantly buzzed to a numb as she sucked up and down my shaft, forcing me to clench my fists tight. There wasn’t much noise, since her lips were sealed perfectly around the girth. My knees buckled a little, but far from collapsing my body.
(I blurted) ‘Why me? I’m not.. I don’t have a nice figure nor.. ‘
(She switched to her hand) ‘It’s not your body.. it’s your life.. ‘
Reina got onto her feet and led me by my dick to the bed, where she kneeled on the thick, soft sheets, face positioned at my hips-level. With one hand, she tucked my dick back into her mouth and stuck her other hand between her legs, arm vibrating as she slurped hungrier at my manhood. Barely a minute later, I couldn’t let this girl do anymore work and pulled myself away.
(She asked) ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing.’
I nudged her body back and held both her calves into the air, fully exposing the perfectly-shaved pussy to my eyes. I went on my knees next and buried my face in her groin, both hands still holding up her feet as I feasted. That weak scent of body soap, mixed with a slight tinge of saltiness, embodied in a viscous syrup that was faintly-white, I couldn’t let a drop of her go to waste. Every crevice, every gap, every fold, I ran through them. That pearl of the oyster was the one spot I kissed, and sucked the most. It was one thing to hear her moan helplessly in my devour, and another, to sense the waves of juices ejecting from her pinkish opening.
(She groaned) ‘Mister.. goh.. I can’t.. ‘
‘You can’t?’
(She purred) ‘I can’t take it anymore.. I want you inside me.. ‘
(I asked) ‘Condom?’
‘I’m safe.. ‘
I kept her legs pinned on her sides, and carefully aimed my dick at her opening. Gently, I prodded deeper and deeper in, until I was fully enveloped in an unbelievable shroud of heat. Her thighs started convulsing almost immediately, and grew more intense as I dragged my cock outward.
(She wailed) ‘shiiiit.. I’m coming I’m comingggggg.. ‘
She fell silent as my dick fell into a ‘chokehold’, throbbing even harder as she squeezed me hard. I fought against that pressure and thrust once, only to see her face change into a state of panic.
(She pleaded) ‘wait wait wait.. ‘
To that, I simply grinned at her and continued my hip thrusts, splitting her walls open again – and again. Her initial fears soon gave way to a paralysing sort of shock, arms locked in a forward ‘push’ stance, and thighs unable to shut themselves from the cramps that were visibly obvious. I maintained a steady pace as I overwhelmed her senses, as depicted in her eyes that have rolled back.
I kept pushing on until her voice went silent, and abruptly yanked my dick out – to see a spray of clear liquid shooting into the air. She laid where I left her, and trembled lesser until she became a lifeless body.
Pleased with how I had ‘schooled’ this ex-student again, I tucked her back into bed and went on to clean up the ‘spill’. As for the rest of the day, she was glued to me as soon as she woke up, asking to be ‘schooled’ despite getting the same (overpowering) results every time. And according to her, I was the ‘biggest’ she ever had, and possessed an ‘angle’ she could only dream of.
As for her ‘tuition fees’, she just had to fulfil my CIM fantasy whenever we were done for the day(s).