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White Nightie

Claudia was in one of her three nighties for the night. It was just five in the morning and she was wide awake. It must be the early night, which was so warm she couldn’t take. There was nothing under the white lacy night dress, and it made her felt somewhat sexy.

Tons of guys chatting online couldn’t get her horny cause of three reasons. 1. She doesn’t masturbate. 2. She doesn’t know what’s pleasure. 3. She can’t imagine that well like guys. Yet, she managed to feel (sexily?) ‘weird’ at such time without any stimulation.

Hmm, what would she do? Ignore the thoughts to explore herself? Or give it a try?

Pulling away the thick quilt, she stretched her body and rested her hands at her thighs. With her eyes closed, her legs widened and hands got closer to the forbidden fruit. There wasn’t anything to see, she knew she was safe, doors locked, protected by darkness and plenty of time before her waking hours.

Slowly, she peeled the lips, protecting and shielding the sensitive parts from accidental arousal, apart and gave the insides a prod. Somehow, it doesn’t feel deep enough under the skin and she pulled apart more pink flesh, revealing the unknown clit and the surrounding nerves.

She gave a little nudge again and this time, her fingers landed somewhat near the clitoris and she felt a little tremble and electrical sensation, generating some warmth up her body to her face. Something in her mind told her it’s safe, and she found it. The key to clitoral orgasms for a start. A sense of relieve and uncertainty came over her as whether to continue or not.

Only five minutes have passed and there was plenty of time to play and explore, might even have time to nap a little more.

Her fingers went back to work and she started exploring the areas between the flaps, poking around the dry rough flesh, till she found the most sensitive spot. Knowing that too much pressure will generate a tickle instead of the new-found sense of goodness, she took her time and tried different strokes, with different pressures. And in no time, she found it slippery below and easier to slid her fingers around, and between the complex flaps of unprotected pink flesh.

Her fondling with her clit soon were accumulating an emotional rollercoaster, the type where it launches fast and high up, with you wishing it will keep going for a bit more every time it slowed down, never wanting it to end.

As her fingers went faster, she could feel the ‘catapult’ effect gathering energy, until her fingers went as fast ad they could, going in furious circles, a countdown to ‘overload’ started in her head.

5, 4, 3, 2, ahhhh~

An unexpected moan which she tried to contain, escaped her mouth as her body released a stream of thick warm juices down her slit, flowing down her fingers and between her butt crack, wetting the bed. After she took a few minutes break, she took her panties which was hanging at the corner and wiped herself, accidentally touching the super sensitive swollen clit, giving her a shiver up her spine.

That very experience took so much energy out of her that she slowly drifted to sleep which felt very long.

Mum (outside the door): ‘Dia. Time to wake up for school.’

Claudia jolted up and was wide awake. Totally sobered and interestingly refreshed too. What exactly happened? She was still in her night dress, panties hung neatly at the edge of the bed.

Was it a real? No. I’m still sticky, but the bed is dry and my panties… Maybe just a wet dream?

No matter what, she definitely had an orgasm. I wonder if she’d dare to do it again.

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I Wet It

Stephanie was in my arms, cuddling as she was tired from her training last few days. We had no intention of having sex, nor petting. All that’s on my mind is to hug her to sleep. As we removed our bottoms for more comfort.. well, I couldn’t resist a hard on when I saw her in her grey tube, in a pair of denim shorts. Spoiler? She just lives two blocks away from me. Probably no one saw her in that, and since we stayed close, she didn’t wear anything underneath either. And that always makes me hard.

She pulled my boxers down after she removed her skirt and she wrapped her thighs around mine, tempting me with the ‘accidental’ rubbing  of her smooth shaven pussy. I slept for what seemed a lot time before she opened her legs and pulled herself away from me, but did not totally get out of bed. I didn’t pay much attention to her since she might just be reaching out for her cellphone or her water bottle.

A few minutes later, I heard her moaning and felt her thighs and body trembling. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t help but give in to my curious mind.

Me: ‘Steph? Are you masturbating?’

Stephanie answered in a sexy voice, in a tone that  was similar to her soft moans, while her busy hand continued the work between her legs.

Stephanie: ‘Yeah? You’re tired right? And umm.. I’ve got something to tell you.’

I looked at her wearily in my half-closed eyes. She lifted up my boxers and placed it on my hand.. almost the whole thing was moist!

Stephanie: ‘I used your boxers to masturbate and sort of wet it. Sorry!’

And she sticks her tongue out, in a way so cute no words can describe.

Me: ‘Did you bring your undies?’

She nodded and turned around, reaching her hand inside the bag to pull out a plain pink one.

Stephanie: ‘I wore this to sleep, then took it off when I put on my shorts. Why?’

Me: ‘Give it to me.’

She handed it to me carefully like some time bomb and she wrapped herself back around me. I pulled the thick warm blanket away and towards her while I covered my dick in her panties, stroking myself as she fell asleep, giving me a drop of saliva, or so I guess, on my t-shirt.

It was surely easy for me to climax, with her light body on my chest, and soft damp pussy ‘drooling’ down my thighs, the soft cotton panties over my rock hard meat stick, enhancing even the least sensitive parts of it. As my body shivered into a powerful ejaculation, Steph’s hand went towards it and massaged my testicles, generating even more thrust for my erupting volcano. I held my breath and the hot lava sprayed into the piece of lingerie ready to soak up all the essence of life.

As wet as it got, I cleaned the shaft as much as I could, and when blindly she inspected the cleanliness with her hand, she whispered into my mouth.

Stephanie: ‘Baby, let me clean it up for you.’

It soon got sticky and her panties remained wet, especially where her pussy will meet. Her head slid down my stomach and her tongue tickled my tip. Her mouth enveloped the whole thing and sucked whatever juice remained in the long shaft, and her saliva wet everything else nicely for another clean up with her panties.

After it was more or less ‘cleaned’, we fell asleep and woke up only a few hours later, rushing to send her home as her dad instructed her to be home, prepared to go for dinner at a restaurant. She slipped on the still-gooey-with-my-sperm panties and her thigh shorts pressed the sticky part on her privates even tighter. My boxers weren’t too bad, it was only at the groin area which was more or less dried.

Stephanie: ‘Baby! It’s so wet! And I have no time to change! Eww..’

We kissed goodbye and she was just in time to be downstairs as her dad reversed into the lot after his work.

Stephanie (SMS): Now I’m feeling real kinky with the wetness of yours.

Me (SMS): Imagine I cummed in you and you wore that panties while everything sort of got squeezed out of you as you closed your legs.

Stephanie (SMS): Naughty boy!

And sure I am.

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Studying

Baby was on my bed after a quick shower, dressed in her t-shirt without bra for comfort. And the naughty me was beside her, occasionally rubbing her tummy and tickling her. She was seated at the head of my bed, using my pillow as support for her back, with the little bunny soft toy in her arms among her lecture notes.

Harmlessly, my hand went downwards towards her shorts and there was no signs of resistance. Baby was just looking at me shyly and fearful of what’s about to come. My fingers stopped at her privates and gave a little squeeze.

*gasped*

Baby felt it, but still no signs of a fight. Backing onto her tummy, my fingers then dug into her panties and continued south, reaching her first few shaved pubs. I was so near, but knew where I had to stop. It was kind of a difficult situation for myself, where my raging hormones were about to go wild, and the subtle side of my heart, ready to protect my innocent baby. No one has ever came so close to her, let alone where I was about to come in contact with.

Baby: ‘You can do anything you like.’

She whispered as she felt the little negotiations in my mind. Baby then held my hand which was in her shorts, and pushed down.

Me: ‘Alright. Tell me if it hurts k?’

I went on after her assuring nod. Her eyes were still on her notebook filled with her handwritten notes, trying her best to ignore what I was doing. My fingers went lightly over her pussy lips, and rested for a while. Then very slowly, my ring and index fingers went into position to separate her smooth gap for the first time (for kinky purposes). I peeled the never-before-wet lips to let the cold fresh air come in contact with it. Her clitoris was exposed, unprotected, and shown to the world of stimulation.

My middle finger then gently probed where I thought where her clit might be, and sure enough, it was close.

Baby: ‘Ahhh~’

The sexiest moan escaped from her mouth, and her legs closed – with my finger still on it. I started moving in a circular motion, small, but totally overwhelming in our first contact.

There was no way she could focus on her notes, nor contain her body’s natural response. Her hips was struggling to handle the stimulation, yet it never seemed enough to express what she felt. Foreign, weird in some ways, unfamiliar, yet knowing it felt safe, exciting, and definitely too much for her mind to handle. This sense of explosion is addictive, and she fell in love with it.

Since there wasn’t any strenuous motion on my part, I didn’t get tired at all. The times I paused to rest, I got her messages clearly.

Baby: ‘Please don’t stop. Can?’

Her hands weren’t just grabbing her books or my bedsheets, she didn’t forget to pleasure me as well, inexperienced pair of hands on my throbbing piece of meat. She did her best, but cumming wasn’t on my agenda. It was on hers.

I went faster all of a sudden and she tried to pull my hand away, I planned my fingers to be moving in random wild movements, driving her over the edge. She fought to pull my hand away, naturally driven by every girl’s fear as they neared climax, yet able to overcome it through experimentation. I went on without giving in and her body arched high up as her panties soaked the excess juice up. She knew she was getting horny with the wetness below, but never prepared for what felt so.. different.

She lay on my bed and went into a semi asleep state while I tucked her in. A kiss on her forehead sent her to sleep. She was wet, and sweet. Yes I tasted her after we were done.

Baby: ‘I love it. Did you enjoy yourself?’

Nothing could be better with a smile of satisfaction after she woke up. (:

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Shhh..

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

Girl: ‘You’re left handed right?’

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

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

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

Girl: ‘What do I do?’

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

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

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

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

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

Girl: ‘Okay.’

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

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Solo

Written by J. On behalf of a friend, a girl.

I was in front of my computer, watching a video sent from a friend ‘x-art_carlie_leila_intimo_hd.wmv’. It’s kind of weird for me to be watching this since I don’t get tempted that easily. Two girls making out, eating each other. There wasn’t any need to hold back this awesome night anyway. Willing, I let my mind do what it wants – to anywhere on me. My left hand ran downwards between my legs, which was already wide apart. Sitting on an office chair sure didn’t give me too much space to cross my legs.

I felt naked. Yes I was in my over-sized white boyfriend shirt and one of the huge collection of ‘standard’ panties – spandex, cotton, thin, comfy. I still felt naked. My fingers slid between the seams of the underwear and pass the smooth hairless skin, stopping on my slit right above the clit. As the girl in the video starts to press into her own pussy, I did the same as well. The music with the video was great, relaxing, high definition. I had no worry being on my headphones at all. I was simply doing what the girl was doing in the video.

Moans started escaping my mouth and I got a little breathless as well, it was after all, exercise. The one spot I focused on managed to get the whole of my system heated up and lubricated. I needed more, something to fill me up. Maybe the new borosilicate glass toy I’ve bought a long time ago but dare not use? Which size was a little scary, since I was about 15 when I bought it online. Now, legal meant wide enough, and some other perks for more fun. I retrived it from my shoebox at the bottom of my brimming wardrobe. The newspaper doing little to protect was ripped off and given a quick rinse under some warm water.

Once ready, I slipped it through one of the openings at my thighs, gliding it up and down, making sure it’s well coated with my own fluid. A few minutes later and I couldn’t take it anymore, the glass dildo is making its way in itself. I could feel the ball head pushing my pussy open, and separating the passage for more of it to enter. The cold, wet, transparent toy is going to fill me up. Half of it.. all of it, fifteen seconds. As the coldness leaves the glass, I knew it was heating up, to my body. My hand pulled the toy out, and the little suction prevented it from being pushed out so easily. This pull and push action was like fucking a dick, but just that it doesn’t get any warmer than this.

As I went on, my hand pushed the toy deeper and harder, it was something so pleasant and high that made me do that, the intense but short electrifying shock sent to my mind. Felt totally relaxing and addictive that my body was moving on its own, making sure every ounce of phenylethylamine gets out, pumping dopamine right to the pleasure reception on the brain. I was really high, I could tell that this was barely better than sex. The little bumps on the toy helped a lot I guess. I could tell it was coming soon, but my desires and lust doesn’t slow down to let me enjoy of this.

My hand gave the last dips into my contractions and as it stays plugged inside, a stream of clear smooth warm liquid flowed, along whatever was sticking out and onto the chair. My mind was totally drained, according to books and researches, a girl during the masturbation part feels what the guys feel when they ejaculate. Meaning I’ve been enjoying a whole three or four minutes of what guys enjoy in let’s say, ten seconds? Wow. Now, a little clean up to do. (: