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Cute Kitty

While waiting for my clothes to be done, the usual brown black cat came and meowed at me, luring me over with its cuteness. Naturally, I went to pet it and sat at the entrance of the 24 hours laundry shop, accompanying my companion for the thirty minutes plus of waiting. Just as I was about to pour some water out for it, a girl who seemed too young came and squatted in front of me, stroking the cat excitedly as it lapped the water up from the cap.

Girl: ‘Is she yours?’
Me: ‘Nope. I usually pet it when I wash my clothes. And it will just lay lazily like now.’
Girl: ‘It’s so cute!’
Me: ‘I know right. The weakness we have to its meowing.’

The girl laughed as I spurted the word ‘meowing’, and continued running her hand through the cat’s fur. Given that tiny black FBT shorts she wore, the yellow coloured panties were showing itself between her legs, with the rest of her thighs exposed sexily up to her hips. My vision was alternating between the cat and her, enjoying the midnight treat my eyes were getting.

In under a minute, her shifting body actually let slipped her crotch and adjusted the shorts to a side, revealing the smooth cameltoe plastered by her panties. My dick reacted accordingly, erecting a huge hard on against my underwear-less shorts, all the time with me sitting with my knees up. Her glancing eyes soon saw my awkwardness and came to my side, almost leaning on me to reach the cat.

The position she took up beside be almost caused me to jizz in my pants, cause the low cut tank top she wore was leading my eyes down her cleavage, adding to the fragrance coming from her.

Me: ‘What’s your name?’
Girl: ‘I’m Daphne, you can just call me Daph.’
Me: ‘Alright. I’m K, live around here. You like cats huh?’
Daphne: ‘Yeah! A lot! This cat never fails to stop me. It’s so friendly.’
Me: ‘Just like you?’
Daphne: ‘A little?’

We pet the little kitty for a while more before it took off through the fences of the community centre next to us. Having her time exhausted for the de-stressing pet-loving, she got up and I was ready to head back to my clothes, disappointed at the lack of ‘happening’ with this cute looking neighbour.

Daphne: ‘How long more before your clothes are done?’
Me: ‘Oh. It’s just done. I’ll need to fold them before heading home.’
Daphne: ‘Let me help you?’

She joined me in folding the hot clothes that came out of the dryer and we were done in less than five minutes. Holding one of my two plastic bags, she went in the direction of the community centre and I stopped her, since it was not headed for my home.

Daphne: ‘Forgot to ask.. do you want to find the cat and accompany it?’
Me: ‘But the CC is closed.’
Daphne: ‘I just live behind it. And I know a way in.’

Oh really? And why would she want to go to such a dark place with a stranger? Those thoughts were pointless as I had already followed behind her, watching that small, tight ass swaying left and right as she walked. It was pure lust and hope that led me to do as she suggested, quite a despo huh?

We climbed over a small gate that I too, knew of but gave her the benefit of doubt, scaling it easier than she did. We meowed for a while aimlessly, avoiding the public areas and was disappointed at the no-show of the kitty. By the time she decided to stop, I was in no mood for any action and wanted to head home.

Daphne (whispering): ‘I think its here!’

Walking around the corner, we found ourselves in a secluded part of the centre, where no lights could reach. Trained to see in the dark (thanks to National Service), I saw her standing very still, hands roaming everywhere for something to hold. Being a gentleman, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, where she turned 180 degrees and dived into my arms.

Daphne (whispering): ‘You are in no hurry right?’
Me (whispering): ‘No. But you don’t know me.’
Daphne (whispering): ‘I know. But I am turned on by such a fit guy petting a little cat with so much gentleness. You can be gentle to me too right?’
Me (whispering): ‘Let’s find out then.’

Like two sex-starved kids, we undid our own shorts and placed it on a wooden table, before jumping into each other’s arms and kissed. The situation was so intense that she stripped her top as I explored her body, surprising me with that braless state. Feeling up her boobs, a pair of hardened nipples welcomed my warm hands and I pinched on them relentlessly, causing her to moan while her hands searched for my long rod.

Daphne (whispering): ‘Someone is hard.’
Me (whispering): ‘And someone is wet.’

My fingers ran along her slit as she jerked me, competing to see who would give in first. Her widening legs gave me the advantage as I rubbed furiously on her clit, until she hugged me moaning ‘you win, you win’. A soft, shiver went through her body and she patted on the table our clothes were on.

Daphne (whispering): ‘Sit here.’

A little hop placed my butt on the cold, stiff wood and she used the attached plank (as seats) to climb on top of me, lowering herself in a squatting position. Right as she made the last bounce to fully insert my dick into her, a meow came and she smiled at the unexpected audience.

Me (whispering): ‘Think she can see us?’
Daphne (whispering): ‘I think she will only hear you pleasing my little pussy.’

The tireless grinding began and I was thrown aback onto my arms to support my body. Her hips were rolling up and down so fast that my tip was screaming with oversensitivity. As a guy, I lost all control and sat right up, hugging her while I got off the table. Whatever she tried to do, it was too much for me to bear and I had to give up.

I bent her over the table and spread her legs with my feet. Thereafter, a vengeful thrust sank my dick deep into her and her arms reached for the edge of the table to hang onto. Pounding fiercely, a sudden urge came to just please this pussy with my might drove me faster and harder, at the same time she moaned that I was getting bigger inside of her.

Slamming our hips together non-stop, the girl was mumbling to herself as her mind was overpowered. Delighted at my conquer, I angled my waist upwards and slowed down to reach her sensitive spots. Under ten strokes, her pussy was squeezing me tight already and the trembling soon intensified to a convulsion.

I know that she was alright, and probably could take more of me. So I pushed her body down onto the table and continued ramming that gasping cunt of hers, pumping it so hard that her body never stopped jerking.

Daphne (whispering): ‘I can’t.. take it.. any.. ‘
Me (whispering): ‘Just hang in there. I’m cumming.’

I gave her the last few powerful thrusts I could afford and backed away from her, jumping onto the table and kneeled in front of her. The drained girl took her time to place her knees on the table in doggie, and I sat down so she could reach.

Her mouth made my pink rod disappear in the darkness and her head went up and down, slurping saliva and sucking me hard. It had took us almost five minutes before I felt the cumming sensation. A soft whisper of ‘shooting’ came out of me and she let her head fall on my groin, letting my dick slip into her throat.

That last pump erupted my volcano and the white hot lava flooded down her throat, where the series of contraction in her mouth started to channel the lava into her gastric. Seeing that she had no strength left to move, I flipped to the side and let my dick glide out of her mouth after I was done.

Resting on her back, Daphne panted heavily and her pink tongue licked her lips. Watching that satisfied girl was one thing, and ending the night for her was another. I went between her opened legs and perched her feet on my shoulders, going down on her with my unused tongue. Flicking her clit up and down, her body responded with extra juices and her heaving breaths was filled with moans.

Finally, a last burst of energy moved my tongue so fast that her thighs suddenly clamped down on my head, immobilising me while a stream of clear liquid exited. Although I had said that it was pitch dark, the lights in the distance managed to reflect off her leaking pussy and the river flowed for some time.

Picking herself up, I gave her the space to get dressed and we snuck out of the community centre the way we entered, not forgetting to give the quiet watching cat a pat on its head.

Daphne: ‘It was intense. I haven’t felt like that before.’
Me: ‘Your first time with a stranger? I had fun myself too.’
Daphne: ‘Not with a stranger, with a guy. I.. actually.. you took my virginity tonight.’
Me: ‘Serious.. I didn’t mean to. I should have asked.’
Daphne: ‘Hey look, it’s not your fault. I kinda initiated it too. And I have no regrets.’

I gave a sigh of relieve and she leaned in for a peck on my cheeks. She handed me her phone and I punched my number in with a smile on my face that just would not go away.

Daphne: ‘Call me when you are around here again k?’
Me (laughing): ‘It will be every night then.’
Daphne: ‘If you have the energy!’

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Pearly Panties

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After Mavis received the package she had been waiting for, she ripped the wrapping paper opened and held the nude coloured panties in the light. A sense of excitement breathed into her as she felt the centre piece, with a string of pearls sewn into the crotch area. Quickly snapping a picture of it showing the spheres protruding out of the panties, she sent it to me as a morning greeting, just to wake me up the right way.

At first, I did not know what to make of it, since it wasn’t so clear in the photo. But with a long way to go before the end of the day, I left the conversation as it was and went about my work, only replying at midnight when my shift ended.

Mavis (Whatsapp): ‘I wore this for a run just now.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘So fast to test it out huh? Where are you now?’
Mavis (Whatsapp): ‘Under your void deck? I see you walking.’

I spotted the sporty dressed girl in a spandex tank top and a pair of white, yellow sport shorts, those that had loose openings at her thighs to provide more manoeuvrability. We moved to a quieter stairwell in the neighbourhood so no one would bother us, and I made a request to feel how the panties worked. Sitting between my legs, I reached for her thighs and moved my hands up under her shorts, feeling for the string of pearls that trailed from her navel down to the end of her slit.

A bit of moisture remained in her shorts as I fiddled with the pearls, pressing and rolling it around against her clit.

Mavis: ‘Hey.. stop playing with it. I’m already turned on when I ran in it.’
Me: ‘So it’s working good? Seems like someone will be turned on 24/7 with it on.’
Mavis: ‘Hope I don’t get too addicted to it.’

Her head fell on my chest as I continued masturbating her outside her panties, and as time past, I could see her nipples protruding out of her top too. I could tell that the tank top was tight fitting, and the thin cardigan she wore as a windbreaker wouldn’t be able to provide much cover too. Nonetheless, I focused on her panties that she had gotten so wet that it was soaked.

Me: ‘Can you remove your tank top and just wear your jacket?’
Mavis: ‘I think so. No one will walk pass this place.’

I prepared her cardigan while she stripped her top off, quickly sticking her arms into the pullover and wrapping it around her chest. Now that her boobs were easily accessible, one hand of mine was squeezing on them while the other rubbed outside her shorts.

Mavis turned slightly to reach into my shorts while I kept her breathing fast, stroking my hard on in response to my teasing fingers. In no time, I was sticking my hand into her shorts from her belly button and toying with her clit skin-to-skin.

Mavis (whispering): ‘Let me remove my panties. I’ve wore it long enough today.’

The quick removal of her panties was less of a striptease as her shorts went on as soon as I catch a glimpse of that fair slit, returning to the mutual masturbating position soon after. As my dick pushed painfully against my shorts, it had been angled to my thigh gap and she was jerking it in the open.

Me: ‘Does it smell?’
Mavis: ‘A little?’
Me: ‘Too bad for me then. No blowjob.’
Mavis: ‘Yeah.. too bad.’

I helped her up and placed her over the ledge of the small window of the stairs, facing the empty coffee shop behind the block. This time, I did not remove her shorts but pulled it aside, just enough to let my dick enter. Growing impatient with a raging hard on, I let myself slip into her pussy and entered in just three strokes, fulfilling that starving cunt of hers. Quietly, I glide in and out of her gracefully and her hands clenched tightly at the railing, soundless to my gentle boning.

Me: ‘I love it when you tie your hair high.’
Mavis: ‘Makes me look wild and adventurous huh?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

I made her hang onto the rails firmly before leaning backwards, using her hips as support. My hips was lowered to provide an upward angle that resulted in her losing control of her voice and moaned to my thrusts. This position was known to deliver orgasms quicker and true enough, her tight ass was wriggling as an orgasm built up.

Mavis: ‘Keep going.. don’t stop.. ‘

I rammed harder and deeper into her, stimulating her g-spot till a small stream of juices flowed down my balls, wetting my pants that was still around my legs. The girl was exhausted with just one climax and I slowed down to a standstill. With a satisfied face on Mavis, she led me back to the lowest step and sat between my legs.

As a treat, I was given the first row seat to watch her finger herself, pushing more honey out of her pussy onto that white shorts. At the same time, her head lowered onto my groin and my dick disappeared into her mouth, eyes frequently locked in my gaze. The opening and closing of my mouth was all she needed to know how well she was doing, as her tongue playfully fondled the sensitive spots on my manhood.

Mavis: ‘Let me know when you’re about to cum k?’

I could only give her a nod as another long stroke down my shaft took my breath away. It was the hardworking mouth that kept going despite her tiredness that touched me deeply, letting her soft, fleshy tongue do the work while her cheeks created a vacuum to keep up the blood flow. Sure enough, with her skills, I did not last long in that state of blank and warned her before the deadline was up.

She wrapped the pearl-lined panties around my shaft and kept only the tip inside her mouth, sucking while stroking that veins-covered shaft violently. The pearl did provide a little pain to up the sensation, and before I could do anything, the sudden death feel overcame my senses.

A little jerk of my hips signalled the moment and she pushed her tongue against my pee hole, blocking the ejaculation in vain. Although it did not feel like ‘complete’ at the first few shots, her lips that went along the shaft to milk everything out brought the ultimate sense of ‘relieve’ to my balls, emptying it till there was not a single drop left.

As soon as I was done, she swallowed the load and wiped her mouth with that pair of undies in her hand, which surprised me since she complained that there was a smell.

Me: ‘You swallowed?’
Mavis: ‘I need my protein for the afterburn. Plus, my pussy pretty much cleaned the smell off this little one.’

She gave my dick a little push downwards and let it bounced right up, accidentally leaking a tiny drop of cum which she licked it up. She returned to sit beside me and I gave her a round of cunnilingus that she loved, officially draining any of her energy left for the night with a subtle orgasm.

We each gave a peck at the respective genitals before separating for the night, with her walking in front so I could admire that tight ass, donned in a small shorts without any pantyline (cause her panties were wrapped in her tank top she held in her hand), and the sexy back, braless behind that sheer yellow cardigan.

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Dressed Fun

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It was almost 2am when Mavis decided to call me, giving a perfect finish to the story I just wrote. We met at the coffee shop near her place and there she was, standing and looking aimlessly waiting for my arrival. The cosy stone seats under her void deck had people sleeping on them and we proceeded to a brightly lit stairwell just two floors above another block. She had a cardigan over her floral flare dress and couldn’t looked anymore seductive, especially with that petite frame of hers good for cuddling. I knew it would not take long before something happened.

The 156cm tall girl had just returned home an hour ago and needed some food. So I was invited to join her while she slurped hungrily away on the cup noodles. Her casual sitting position had totally given her glamorous state away and I just stared at the smooth silk panties while she feasted. After the noodles were done, the cup of hot soup went down her throat and I began making my move.

My hand went under her dress and stroked along her protruding cameltoe, as muffled moans came to tell me to wait till she was done. She just couldn’t finish her food in that state and placed it down, at the same time leaning comfortably into the corner of the step she sat. Her hands rested on her raised knees, and had her eyes closed enjoying my gentle touches. Knowing how much she loved to be licked, I went down a step and opened her legs wider, while she pulled her panties to a side for me. My tongue went to work immediately and the opening ceremony of a hard suck at her clit almost caused her to slap my head.

I did not keep her in torment by quickly lapping at her clit, bringing the tip of my tongue up and down that moist slit. The amount of juices leaking was increasing by the minute and she simply tasted good enough for me to slurp it all down. I kept working up and down her pussy as her body arched to my teasing, to a point she couldn’t take it anymore. Going directly down on her wasn’t exactly giving her all the attention, not when I had missed an area that she wouldn’t mind me touching.

Her shoulder straps were lowered to her black bra and the cups went down slightly towards her waist. As much as I wanted to just suckle on her tits, I knew there has to be more than that. I trailed my five fingertips together, gathering them at the areola, stopping before I touched that sensitive tip. I did that for both her breasts, tickling her at the same time causing a little more desire to burn fiercer. Finally, I gave in to the yearning look on her face and planted my lips over one side, sucking lightly before my mouth opened to let my tongue flicked across.

The occasional bumps my teeth gave had turned her on even more by mixing a little hardiness with her soft peaks, moaning growing louder as I continued. The physical response she gave off definitely kept me up and going. I couldn’t get enough of the uncontrollable reaction she had to my mouth. It was just instinctive to keep going until her body went into a shiver that she whispered an orgasm almost came. If only I had kept going..

After both her boobs were covered in my saliva, I adjusted her bra and dress straps back in position, changing to sit behind her with her thighs spread. Both my hands went to her groin and peeled those pink, wet, lips apart, exposing it to the cool air. Mavis leaned on my body with her head on my shoulder, and waited for the next move. How could I keep this girl waiting anymore right?

Very lightly, I touched her clit and pulled my hand away, doing it a few times until she grabbed my wrist to keep it still. It was just so thrilling to push her limits that bit further, to know she loved that I just did. Rubbing her clit slowly, I was fighting hard not to speed up, cause that would be exactly what she wanted. Something in me needed to hear how much she wanted it. I just kept brushing my nails along her clit, for a good couple of minutes.

Mavis (whispering): ‘Stop teasing me anymore.. I want to climax.. ‘
Me (whispering): ‘It took you so long huh.’

I pressed harder onto her clit and circled them faster, not stopping or slowing down at all. Her legs opened and clamped involuntarily at my speed and the muscles in her body was tensing steadily. Before I got tired, she abruptly sat up and held my hand still, as a small wave of pleasure shook her up. While it looked more like she had peed, a similar amount of liquid had exited her pussy to wet my fingers. And halfway into her innocent-looking orgasm, I overpowered her grip on my hand and poked my way an inch into her, thrusting just at her opening that made her weak.

Mavis (whispering): ‘Oh god.. you’re driving me crazy!’

She used the handrails to pull herself just high enough above my lap, and I hastily positioned my dick out of my shorts at her. Sitting back down on my thighs, I held her waist to help her sit down slowly, so no pain would spoil the fun. It didn’t took us long before we realised it was difficult to be fucking in that position, so she stood up again with me inside, and used the railings to support our standing doggie. I had to half-squat while I began pumping my dick into her, and the moans she made was getting more desperate too.

I pulled her hips at me and rammed the breath out of her, watching one of her hands dive between her legs to massage her clit. The next orgasm came much faster and the vacuum in her resulted in an unwanted pause, for my dick was just too overwhelmed by sensitivity to keep moving. As soon as her contractions disappeared, I continued shoving my cock into her, dripping juices onto the concrete floor.

Still a long way from cumming, her legs were giving way and we had to stop before she fell. Mavis took her seat and I stood with my feet apart, on the same steps she was on. Her hand came to hold my dick at her mouth and the scenic view of a disappearing act came on. Her jerking hand and thrusting mouth totally blew my senses off balance and I grabbed onto the handrail tightly for support.

A determination to get me to cum was shining so brightly in her eyes, as she watched how I lost myself to her. It was pure ego to see someone falling prey to her set of skills that she just kept going without giving a chance for me to calm down. It was too late when I felt my balls gathering energy, hinting at the last lap we were at for the night.

Her mouth went deeper down on me and her hands went around my waist, using that bit of recoil to give me a taste of her deep throat. In just two minutes after she went at full speed, I exclaimed unwillingly at the urge to cum and she stopped her lips just under the ‘hood’, letting her hand take over the shotgun barrel. A few more strokes along my raw shaft and the warm spoonful of proteins left the station. It had fired so hard onto her tongue that coincidentally made its way to my pee hole, swirling and sucking my life away.

Before my knees went weak as well, she had made another long trip down my shaft to clean me up and only then I collapsed ungentlemanly onto my bum by her side. Her hand came to my shrinking meat and massaged it, while showing me the cum that her mouth was playing with. She picked up the cold soup above her and drank it down, licking her lips when she was done with it.

Me: ‘You are really good at it.’
Mavis: ‘I know. And you’re good too, in a way you remembered that emotions and the mind games appealed more to girls than just sex.’
Me: ‘What did I do? I thought you said that for my stories.’
Mavis: ‘When you were sucking and licking? It made me felt like a pampered princess.’

She left my dick to hide into my shorts and packed the cup noodles into one neat disposal package. We rested for a few minutes and then made our way home, this time more energetic than before her supper.

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Drinking Night

Nelson gulped down his glass of Martell and laid his head on the cosy corner of a pub he frequent. It was a usual night for him to get drunk alone without disturbance from friends. The staff who worked there knew of his lonely habits and left him as he was, since he had been spending steadily.

A new girl who was hired part time to work in the bar was at a lost of which customers to accompany. Being Mabel’s first time taking up such a job, she quickly spotted Nelson looking around. She shyly walked over to him before any of the staff could stop her and sat down next to him. The glance he gave her had a queer look, well aware that she was new.

Right as another staff wanted to approached his table, he gave him a wave of his hand to let him know it’s alright. And a sigh of relieve came to the manager.

Nelson: ‘You’re new here?’
Mabel: ‘Yeah. Can I accompany you tonight?’

Nelson: ‘I think your colleagues know that I like to drink alone. And when you chose to sit with me, you must be trying hard to find someone who doesn’t look so intimidating.’

Mabel: ‘Really? I’m sorry. Yeah. I don’t know who to drink with. The other girls are much better than me.’
Nelson: ‘It’s okay. I don’t mind. Come, drink up.’

He threw in some ice into her whiskey glass and poured his Martell in. She drank obediently and Nelson brought her closer to him. Giving the girl a little initiation, they were soon drinking non-stop as they shared their lives, going on all the way till her hours were up.

Nelson: ‘You have to end now?’
Mabel: ‘Yeah. You want to go too?’

Nelson was about done with his dose of alcohol and picked up his tab, leaving the bar with Mabel over his shoulders. He walked her to his two passenger sports car and popped her right in, zooming straight for his place.

Nelson: ‘You can stay over right?’
Mabel: ‘Yeah. I told my mum I’ll be out for the night. I can’t go home like this anyway.’

He parked in his garage with ease and carried her to his bedroom, where he tucked her in before heading for a shower. Everything was happening so fast yet smoothly to Mabel. The meeting in the bar had opened her up and he did a great job of protecting her too, never once tried to take advantage of her.

By the end of his ten minutes shower, Mabel had removed her short black dress and hid herself under the blanket, eyes looking at the door Nelson came out of.

Nelson: ‘Not tired?’
Mabel: ‘I want to sleep with you.’

A grin appeared on his face and he jumped into bed naked after a quick dry with his towel. What was waiting for him under his sheets had well surprised him and he got even harder for her.

As his hand roamed over her hips to her panties, she stopped him and disappeared under the blanket, head stopping at his bulge. For the first time, she had no doubts about doing this for a guy she barely knew, cause he was full of respect for her. Such men deserves to be pampered, and she knew exactly how to do it.

Her tongue went along his shaft a few times and her mouth took him in swiftly. Her lips stroked along the girth of his manhood fearlessly and Nelson was making soft groans in enjoyment. Mabel was wet by the sounds coming from him, and a self-restraint came to hold her back from touching herself.

Nelson soon detected the unwilling twitches in her waist and slowly brought her mouth away.

Nelson: ‘You’ve done enough. I want you to rest now.’

He placed her on his bed and went under the sheets to her legs. A slimy trail lead his tongue from her knees to her fleshy folds of meat. He had his ideas around licking a pussy and displayed a skill that brought Mabel to a climax in minutes.

Her fingers stroking his cheeks told him exactly how crazy she was from the cunnilingus. The lapping changed into kisses and went up to her breasts. It couldn’t get anymore desperate for Mabel who fell to his mercy. He knew a woman’s body much better than her, and was pushing all her buttons at the right pace. She has never expected herself to fall prey like this.

Her nipples were swollen by the time he was done and had secretly rolled a condom over his erection. Mabel caught a glimpse of it, and did not speak cause it was to her advantage too.

Nelson lifted her thighs up and placed it on his butt, while putting her hand at his shaft.

Nelson: ‘Guide me in. Slipping at this spot can hurt.’

Mabel closed her eyes and ran his tip along her slit a few times, before bending it a little to poke it into her pussy. Nelson knew it was in place when her hand was gone, gently pushing his hips at her. The entry was much sensual than those sessions with her ex-boyfriends, for they were more concerned about fucking her.

Nelson was just moving his shaft without those clumsy body banging, and his hands were busy massaging her boobs too. Mabel felt so free to focus on the action happening down her waist, and the gliding of his wet meat suddenly felt so sensitive.

The depth he reached was so clearly identified by her head that it was a new record. Those untouched spots of 23 years, were being explored for the first time. On top of that, the need for orgasm did not even come to her until he pressed her knees to the bed, officially spreading her so wide for the next level.

Mabel: ‘Don’t be too.. ahh.. ahh..‘

Nelson couldn’t catch what she said and pounded her uncontrollably. A little of their juices were splashing, but more importantly, she was in the heavens. Mindless murmurs kept Nelson entertained by the out-of-body state the girl was in. He just couldn’t get enough of her.

Soon, he was getting tired of moving without an urge to ejaculate. Politely asking of she could turn herself over for doggie, she let her actions answer him and stuck her butt out ready.

Nelson parked behind her and poked right in, almost causing her to faint from the force. Her pussy immediately went into full tightness when he rammed in that particular angle she loved. He was groaning soon after from that pressure in his piston.

Nelson: ‘Baby, you’re killing me!’
Mabel: ‘So are you. It’s just revenge.. ahh.. ‘

And another climax took her breath away. The two bodies rammed hard at each other until Nelson was about to cum, slowing down just before he did.

Mabel: ‘About to cum? Wanna take it off?’
Nelson: ‘Sorry but I don’t do without it.’
Mabel: ‘I want you to unload on my body.’

He slid his cock out and ripped the condom away, letting her flip onto her back. She then reached down to his rod and let him thrust into her closed palm, while he shut his eyes and enjoyed.

Nelson (whispering): ‘It’s coming.’
Mabel: ‘Just let it out onto me.’

The graceful strokes unloaded the thin strings of cum onto her breasts and tummy, dripping into her belly button as the last few drops trickled.

Mabel: ‘It’s so nice and warm.’
Nelson: ‘So were you inside.’

She got up for a shower and went under the sheets naked, joining Nelson in a spooning pose.

Nelson: ‘Goodnight baby.’
Mabel: ‘I’ll give you a special morning call tomorrow.’

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Un(der)Dressed

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Mavis: ‘I’m sorry for wearing so shabby at home. I seldom have guests over.’
Me: ‘It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to invite me too. I’m dressed as bad.’

She had appeared on a social chatting app while I was bored in the neighbourhood and we started off well with her being interested in my site. The quick browse of the stories I wrote soon caught her attention and she had to ask me over so we could chat easier. The attire she wore at home was still considered decent since most people would pick an old t-shirt or some unglamorous long shirt to wear, but she was in a nightdress, at 5pm in the evening.

I went into her room as she led me and sat on the only chair, while the iPad at the charging corner was brought to the bed.

Mavis: ‘You really wrote all these? There are hundreds of them!’
Me: ‘Yeah. I did. It took years though.’
Mavis: ‘So even if not all are real, I bet some of them are.’
Me: ‘Yeah. Just some stories, of my ex?’
Mavis: ‘This this! I want to know what were you thinking when you wrote this.’

I took her iPad and sat next to her, reading thoroughly to remember what inspired me. As much as I could stay focused, the hemlines of her dress had gone to her upper thighs. The long post had already caused a little hard on and explaining the details to her had even worsen the bulge. My thin shorts could not be anymore unhelpful in hiding my awkwardness.

Mavis: ‘Someone is getting hard huh? Now you know how I feel when I read your stories.’
Me: ‘C’mon, stop disturbing me.’

She leaned so close to me I could smell her natural, homely scent and I had almost wanted to bring her down on the bed with me. The distance her face was at felt like a dare for me to do things to her, but the uncertainty was definitely too much for me to just decide right there. I kept my sight in her eyes and used some of the ‘force’ to see if anything came from her. The stillness, silence and warm breaths, were really pushing me to do something I shouldn’t.

I carefully raised my hand and placed it under her long hair, going around her neck without any signs of resistance. The coldness of her neck was warmed by my shy hand, and the pull of her head towards mine was much more gentler. Her eyes did not close when our noses crossed path, and I knew I couldn’t close mine too. It would be the most interesting to feel how an open-eyed kiss felt like.

Finally, she gave a glance at our lips before landing, and her eyelids came to tuck her vision in. I followed suite and took a deep breath as I felt her did the same. Our lips started moving and the parting came to let my tongue wet her pink. It must have been the most sensual kiss I’ve ever gotten. There was an understanding between our hormones, and our saliva was making the necessary communication.

Mavis’ reached deeper into my mouth and the slight resistance to let me in hinted at a side of her that I understood immediately. I slowly sat upright and laid her gently on the bed, where her eyes remained closed while our mouths worked.

I brought my hand to her thigh, and trailed upwards with my fingertips. Lifting her dress even higher, I could sense her underwear strap at her hips, and moving upwards, her cold breasts found warmth in my palm. I lightly kneaded at it and a hot breath of air flushed into my face.

Mavis (whispering): ‘Be gentle k?’

I gave her lips a peck and adjusted her dress to uncover the softies. Bringing my mouth unhurried to them, the tip of my tongue went on to lick a pathway up to her nipple, before a pouted lip came over it. I let my tongue swirled around for a while, and added in the graceful lapping across. Her fingers glided into my hair and my face buried into the bosoms, flooding my nose with her womanly aroma. Both her nipples got equal amount of attention and by the time I had tasted enough of her, she had her legs tightly crossed in shyness.

I picked myself up and moved to her feet, lifting her knees up to admire the hidden gem between. A small struggle broke out to ease her embarrassment and it only made things kinkier, since I had to do a little ‘work’ before getting there. Her feet kept themselves opened as my head went down on her, sucking on her clit before letting my tongue roam up and down her pussy. The uncontrolled trembling of her legs with attempts to silence her moans showed the demure side of her, which was arousing.

Mavis: ‘J, I had enough of it. You can stop now.’

My jaws were tired as well and I stopped, looking at her irresistible, confused expression.

Mavis: ‘So what now?’
Me: ‘I don’t know. Anything you want me to do?’

She took a moment to think and asked me to lie down, handing me a cartoon blindfold to put over my eyes. Although she could just murder me, the petite and innocent looking girl wouldn’t do that to me right? I laid on her pillow and darkened my sight, body tensing up to whatever was coming next.

Her fingernails dug into the waistband of my shorts and I raised my hips to let her pull it off. A cooling sensation came over my erection and she spent a good deal of effort to clean it up, before holding it in her hand. The pause was the worst wait as I assumed she was warming herself up. Once done, the untrained hand began jerking me up and down, in long and careful strokes. The occasional phrases to check if it felt good was considerate of her, but it wouldn’t be a ‘no’ even if she was doing a bad job.

Still clad in darkness, a pause came and a warming fluid flowed down my shaft.

Mavis: ‘I’m not good in this k? Bear with it for a while.’

A tight suction drew the sensitiveness to the tip of my dick and a slimy wet tongue came forth to ease the ache. Her lips had closely wrapped around my girth and was going along the length to her limits. I did not expect her to reach the base but the diligent tries were commendable. After moving her tongue around continuously, she stopped swirling and tucked it under my shaft, along the veins that needed constant attention.

Imagine a soft, wet piece of meat moving on its own under your dick. That was exactly the scene playing in my head. The indescribable sensation of love and care.. suddenly made sense to me. Hearing how she accidentally choked herself soon melted my heart and I had to stop her. It was enough for me to know how much she wanted me to enjoy.

She helped me up and I laid her on the bed again, this time with her legs opened for me without a fight. I leaned over her body and guided her hands to my ribs, where it felt best to know what she was going through. The descend of my hips pierced my meat into her at the same time, my mind monitoring her expression for any signs of pain.

As soon as I was fully embedded, her opened mouth expressed a long lost feeling and her feet hung in midair. Wasting no more time, I started thrusting at her, gradually increasing my pace over the next few minutes. The grasp on my ribs resonated as a slight change in angle caused her to orgasm in seconds, rinsing my shaft with her crystal clear fluid from her pussy. I did not bother asking if she wanted to change positions, since she was the most comfortable in missionary.

After a while, I could tell that the monotonous sex was numbing the usual parts my rod touched, and the word ‘doggie’ popped out of my mouth. She nodded with a glimmer in her eyes and I backed away to let her prepare herself. Her hands rested on the headboard and the opened knees were brought together by me, aware that it would feel different with a small change.

I guided myself into her and remained motionless while finding the best spot to hold her still. Her waist felt so soft and strong that I was moving much faster than in missionary, knowing that she would be able to take it. As I rammed into her body deeper, her hand brought me to her boobs and I squeezed hard onto them as she moaned louder. Slowly, the devil in her was appearing and the tightness in her pussy was increasing.

Shifting my hands to her boney shoulders, it had given me more control to jerk her back harder, right down on my penis. The pressure in my shaft was growing unbearable despite the juices flowing non-stop trying to put out the heat. I admit I was a little berserk when I grabbed her all over her body, searching for a place to relieve the tension in my balls.

After ten minutes of crazy fucking, her chest was lying on the bed, and moans had changed into groans. I placed my butt on the bed while getting her to sit, and ignited an intentional tremble up into her pussy. The depth and speed totally drove her crazy, causing her to sit down on me and taking over the whole domination. I closed my feet together and she sat with her knees by my hips, grinding me so hard that I was too, groaning in pleasure.

Me: ‘Mavis.. I’m shooting.. pull it out.’
Mavis: ‘But.. I’m about to.. ‘

Without anymore delays, the last few strokes collapsed her body forward onto my legs as her pussy broke the dam, sending juices down the sides of my hips. The waves in her vagina completed the session for my unloading and my waist jerked upwards, spraying cum into her while she was still climaxing. As if it had some amplifying effect, the orgasm continued on and her bedsheets were messed up by her struggle.

My mind had gone blank from the ejaculation and was too exhausted to even pull myself out. She rolled over to the side and kept her legs opened, partly to air her worn out genitals and let me catch the event. Thick blobs of mixture were being forced out and she used it to massage herself. I had recovered enough energy to properly tidy things up and managed to wipe her up, with the same wipes she cleaned me up.

I adjusted her dress to its original state and before I knew it, she was so close to falling asleep.

Me: ‘I’ll stay here until you wake up.’
Mavis: ‘Thanks.. ‘

And it was the last word I heard from her. We had a simple dinner across her block and made our separate ways home, excited to plan for the next meet up. Well, she did mentioned about the use of ‘brown liquid’, and coincidentally, I do some lying around.

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