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Lusty Lit

Joey’s literature teacher, Mr. Jayson Chan (we’ll just use Jayson for this recount), was a cute and hot guy that she couldn’t stop fantasizing about. She’s just thirteen, but horny as hell. Jayson was a fresh NIE teacher, 20+, raging hormones, yet couldn’t cross his own principle to hit on those school girls. Always so tempting and seductive with them in blue pinfore and who-knows-what beneath them.

Joey had been having some problems with her literature work so she gave her teacher, Jayson, a call, to arrange to meet in her classroom to help. It didn’t take much for him to turn her on, the soothing voice, pretty face and hot body which his white sleeved top couldn’t hide at all. She had her hands free while listening to him go on and on about the lessons, and her hands started to move on their own under the table at her pussy.

Jayson: ‘So Joey, understand everything? What are you busy with? Texting someone?’

He walked over and saw her hands quickly lift away from her hips and skirt were crumpled, as though she had been masturbating. That thought alone made him semi-hard, and another thought became strong. To make her tell him she had been masturbating, or to let it pass without risking anything? Hmm.. why not ask Joey herself?

Jayson: ‘Are you masturbating?’
Joey: ‘Yeah.. I was thinking about you as I got wetter. So I.. ‘

There was an awkward silence after that, since it would be wrong of him to extort or threaten his student. Packing the books into his bag, it was his final bet to suggest something. He stood up and hugged her tightly, allowing his hands to caress her body on their own, from her butt, to her breasts, and much of everywhere. It was like a groping touch, but a sexy and manly glide. Finally, he leaned towards her and kissed.

Jayson (whispered): ‘Can you blow me?’

At her temporary classroom 2/6 on the second floor, it was a safe place for what she was about to give him. Obstructed by walls and pillars, echoing natural instincts to get physical in the dim, quiet and private spot. She placed him at an arm’s length and there wasn’t any problems to undo his pants for him and pulling it low enough to free his pent up rage. Stretching her head towards it, her tender pink lips started from his pee hole, forming a kissing shape, then pushing her mouth along his shaft, pressing against the seal of her lips.

Jayson held onto the tables and let his student did her work, slurping up and down, tickling his full length with her soft tongue, and felt her warm palms toying his testicles. On and on she worked, but it did not last long. The fun just started. He stopped her by gently lifting her head upwards to his and kissed, while he buckled his pants back.

Joey: ‘Where are we going now?’

She knew it wasn’t over, not when neither her or Jayson had been satisfied. He led her to the Indoor Sports Hall, empty and quiet. Making their way behind the steps, he impatiently pulled her pinfore off along with her soaking wet panties. After he was done, Joey helped stripped his bottom and she bent over immediately, telling him with her actions to ‘Start now’. He pried her pussy open with his dick, and slid in without much effort, lubricated by her own juices wet enough even for some anal. Pumping furiously, his desperation turned that slutty little student even more, knowing she was making her favourite teacher very happy.

With each stroke, she could feel him getting bigger and thicker, brushing against her vaginal walls with his big, strong manhood. While she was in a trance enjoying his effort, Jayson was struggling hard to cope with her caving pussy, each passing minute squeezing tighter on him. Damn.. Jayson whispered to himself as he reached his climax.

Jayson: ‘Come, turn around.’

She knelt on the wooden floor gave him a hand/ blow job to release his little monster. After 2 – 3 minutes, the treat came all over her face and into her mouth. It wasn’t the first time she sucked someone off, nor tasted her own pussy juice. After all, her fingers couldn’t meet her body’s demands. 13, and no longer a virgin.

*Gulp gulp*

Jayson: ‘Feeling alright? You know, I’m not really done yet.’

He helped her up and put her back in position. Feeling his dick back inside her was a relieve, but it wasn’t where he wanted to go. He would need some help right? Gathering as much juice for an anal job. The first time he pushed it in, it wasn’t that pleasant, but as her ass loosened, the entry got smoother. Within minutes, Jayson claimed her virgin asshole. Fully penetrating her in and out, it had a different feel from her pussy. Her body guided her hand to her clit, which she massaged while getting fucked in her ass.

It was definitely as good as normal sex, her pussy was getting orgasms she never felt before. And as she hoped it lasted, she felt his dick convulsed and warm sprays of cum filled up her ass – to the brim. Jayson continued his strides for a few more times before pulling it out, going into the Gents with Joey to clean up. For dinner, then home.

To say that this was over would be wrong, after all, this girl received all she needed – for the day. This couple continued meeting up and having sex at his place, and all over the school, from the toilets, to classrooms to their first touch, the Indoor Sports Hall.

*This is based on a true story. And it crosses the very line even the sickest of the minds would not. The act of sex is harmless, it could implicate families, friends, but harmless in the sense of physical abuse. But if it implicates anyone’s future, bodies, minds, then I would consider it harmful.

Now, read and forget. Or would you like to do something for Joey? Anyway, happy 2012 (:*

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Jenna: ‘You’ve already played with me for a whole day with the vibrator inside. What if somebody hears us?’

Ken: ‘Shhh.. this is the guys’ toilet. If anyone heard us, they should consider themselves lucky.’

The two secondary school students were at the third level, in the gents near the end of the school, where people least likely would pass through. Jenna had the whole day of school teased by her forbidden boyfriend, with the wireless controller in his hands, there was never a moment when she could relax. The most embarrassment moment was when she had PE, and Ken was coincidentally at the canteen for his free period. The duo was eyeing each other like nobody’s business, while she was trying to contain the moans. Sit ups were agonizing, stretching was even worse as the vibrator moved to different corners as she reached and pulled her muscles. Though her face was flushed, no one questioned as exercises do get face red.

Finally, the school ended and while everyone rushes home, the two of them found quality time. In the cubicle, the vibrator was turned on once again but this time, she was free to strip and masturbate herself. Before Jenna knew him, she doesn’t even know what does penis or vagina stands for, but now, she had turned into a slut Ken enjoyed almost everyday, no matter where they were, as long as they were together.

Her fingers were quick to rub on her clit, while the other hand unzipped his pants. Seated on the toilet seat, her skirt and panties were long removed, and this time, her boyfriend’s bottom was gone too. With his manhood in front of her kissable lips, she needed no command to start. Slurping sounds from her saliva and suction was soon echoing, reflecting exactly how Ken was feeling – high, crazy and mad. He trained his girlfriend well, loyal to a point she would be so lost without him, skilful to a point where she would feel horny without him around.

After Ken got hard to a point it hurts, and Jenna got too wet that she was dripping all over

Ken: ‘Bend over.’

Kneeling on the bowl cover, her hands held the tank firmly for his penetration. He then squeezed some lubricant from the tube of KY in his pocket. Jenna would get too warm for comfort at times, therefore the extra lube.

After that was done, Ken pushed himself in and a little squeal escaped from her mouth, probably due to the pain she experienced during each intercourse. Soon, the dirty sound of pounding was the only noise heard.

While Jenna was trying her best not to moan too loudly, Josh was in the next cubicle, listening to all the details of the secret rendezvous of

his friends. He was there from the start, and believed he would be ‘stuck’ there throughout.

The control of the moans weren’t easy at all, with Ken speeding up, stroking every inch of her young pussy. She had to let herself go to enjoy fully. He wasn’t just ramming her, he was groaning in a mix of pleasure and agony too, from her tightness. After all, the tiny body he was fucking was just fourteen. A few moments later, he knew it was time to change positions.

Ken: ‘Your turn to get on top.’

It was her favourite position, with her in control and the scenic view of her boyfriend’s cute expression of satisfaction. Getting on top wasn’t an easy feat, especially in such a confined space. Still, she hopped onto him and used the tank to prevent herself from falling backwards. Mounted comfortably, the intense ride began and his thick blood-filled veins were scrubbing her vaginal walls, giving her the shivers and sense of happiness.

Ken, on the other hand, enjoyed this position as he could focus on cumming without too much work. The piece of meat he was fucking for the longest time was a blessing, as late puberty delayed ovulation. Meaning he could cum inside her without worry. With her short hairdo, every of her facial feature were in view. Parted lips, blushing cheeks, closed, relaxed eyes, sweating forehead, he was the luckiest guy in school. Hands on her 20 inch hips, bouncing freely on him.

After what seemed like minutes, his balls were loading, and sperms were pumping. He knew he was shooting, and it’s just a matter of time.

Ken: ‘Jenna, you’re doing good. Keep going! ‘

The energy from the huge dick kept her going. Though sex was meant to be tiring, she had more sex than tiredness left. With her contracting pussy, her boyfriend’s penis burst and flushed the thick serving of goodness into her. Warm, loving, generous, secure, were just a few words to describe. As his dick went weak inside her, their lips and tongues got busy.

Jenna: ‘I love it.’

They washed up and Ken continued to finger her cum filled pussy under her skirt. Placing the vibrator back where it belonged, they then left the toilet to Josh. He didn’t leave empty handed either, with hands full of his own mess, the little gift of Jenna’s translucent black panties would be his consolation.

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Last Day of School

Joey could clearly remember what happened on the 28th of October, for it was the last time she met her literature teacher, Mr. Jayson Chan. School ended for the year and both their minds were already onto each other before they even met. The teacher offered Joey a ride to his place, which she slept through, missing the location of his house.

Jayson: ‘Joey? We’re here.’

He tapped on her shoulders and they both went up to his double storey private bungalow, ladies first as he called it, Joey entered and he followed through, hugging her from behind and locked the door at the same time. Her hands were all over her boobs and squeezing with lust.

It wasn’t just a normal school day for her, emotions got the better of her in the earlier part of the day and she suggested going for a shower to rinse and get rid of her sweaty smell. Inside the bathroom, it was just like any couples. Her teacher soaped her up and fingered her at the same time, confusing the lubrication of the soap and her juice into one. After the long minutes of teasing and cleaning, his fingers were still in her, driving up the sounds of her moans and slurping sounds.

Joey: ‘Umm.. We’re done already.’

She could feel his hard dick between her butt as his finger tips toyed with her clit. After that, his digits went into her again and the whole orgasm ride started, making her pussy drool all over his fingers. Finally, after the unbearable treat, her attempts to escape failed and she held onto the bathtub edge for balance. Being a naughty student, Mr. Chan only had one punishment in mind, to spank her, non-stop. The pain and pleasure was mixing so badly her body was asking for more. Giving way to the wet ceramics, her hands slipped and she fell onto the floor.

Jayson: ‘Come.’

Joey reached out for his hand and allowed him to carry her to his room. Although she was still dripping wet, Jayson just wiped himself and clearly had other ways of drying Joey. He leaned onto her body and bit her ear, and whispered something sexy.

Jayson (whispered): ‘Baby, you’re too wet. Let me dry you up.’

His fingers then surprised her by piston-ing in and out of her, getting her ready before painting her. His tongue was well trained, the constant clit and pussy attack was making her cum over and over.

Jayson: ‘Why is it that when I am trying to dry you, you ended up getting so wet?’

What did Joey did? His tongue went back to work while Joey lay on the bed, feeling her juice trickling down her slit and between her butt, before dripping on the sheets. A big orgasm came and went with her grasping for life and a happy teacher quenching his thirst by lapping it all up, and then giving her a taste of it through a kiss.

Jayson: ‘Where is the homework you owe me since last month?’

Joey: ‘Umm.. I didn’t do.’

Jayson: ‘Aha! Naughty naughty girl you are! Well. as a punishment, you are going to have my dick inside for not doing my homework. I am not going to be gentle on you baby!’

I guess here is where role play could either make one feel silly or funny. After he plunged his dick in, he went berserk and on a rampage, building an intense within her with that speed and friction. It was never that rough, she felt like a bitch. A dog which deserved all it, yet enjoying it. Throughout the whole ordeal, they did not change position until after a while, he carried her on his lap and placed her on a chair, where he continued pounding in missionary till she cummed.

Unknown to her for a few seconds, he cummed into her as well, that explaining the warmth and extra wetness out if her. Jayson continued by placing her on the bed and kissed. Hinting to her at another round.

Jayson: ‘I want to try your ass again.’

He must have missed that gulp of fear and only heard the ‘yes’ which she gave. That answer was in fact her giving in to temptations of the first attempt weeks ago. Getting on her fours, it felt so weird yet full, differently ecstatic. Even the climaxes was awesome, undeterred by tiredness, the two energizer bunnies went on fucking anally and handled whatever came. First was the pain from the penetration, but being the great teacher everyone adored, he calmed her down and kept pushing in and out, loosening her ass muscles and resumed going as fast as normal sex.

Within minutes, he creamed into her asshole at the same time and the two just collapsed, with him on top of her, dick still spurting cum. That was the most wonderful feeling she had, the sense of togetherness, yet with someone whom she knew she could never be with. After all, he was her teacher, engaged to a very pretty fiancée.

Another long bath and she was on her way home, which she fell asleep again.

Jayson (whispered): ‘Joey.. we’re here. Just to let you know, I want to do something like that again, but more, next time.’

Will this end? Will you be the one who put an end to this?

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Sky Roof

Me: ‘Risa, I’ve got the keys to the sky roof.’
Clarissa: ‘You’re kidding me!’
Me: ‘No I’m not.’

I swung the bunch of keys with my index finger like a helicopter’s rotor. That bunch of keys would unlock the door to the sky lab, which few knew existed on NYP’s highest roof. Well, it was more of a room with telescope and some astrology equipment. I was once handed those keys to retrieve some hard disks of data, and smart (stupid) me immediately went to duplicate a set – for emergency like this.

Please note that this entry was written from memory, it didn’t occur just yesterday. So don’t expect the roof or locks to be the same.

It was close to sunset, but it didn’t matter anyway. The roof out of anybody’s sight, and even if the closest flats or dormitories could see, the few room erected up there would block their view. Total discretion, also good for any controversial experiments running up here.

Clarissa was one of my group mate for most of our course’s modules. She was an attractive girl to start off with, taller than me at 1.68. And yet lighter than me, at 45kg. Not to skinny, nor too meaty. We developed our fuck buddy relationship under a weird situation, a feet tease. At one of the pair work in communication skill, she turned her chair (in front) around to face me. Since there were other students right beside us, our waist-down was well obstructed. Her heels accidentally brushed against my hairy legs and downwards to my slippers. She removed her heels and her toes toyed with mine, squeezing and caressing, stepping and even more stroking.

I sat closer to the table and her legs went between my shorts. Yeah. I was quite a casual dresser even though the school banned shorts and slippers. There, the teacher was telling us the importance of focusing and picking out critical words during speech, here, Clarissa was giving me a footjob through my shorts. Her feet wasn’t very big, she danced with an independent crew out of school. I asked her why not join NYP’s hip hop and all she could talk about was the ambient, and how she found tranquility, like baby in ‘Suckerpunch’.

We began flirt texting and sexting followed closely. Within two weeks, we had our first rendezvous in the handicapped toilet at Block E. And now, I present the skyline experience.

Clarissa and I went up to our new hideout and as expected, no one else was be up here. I took a few minutes to check out the other room and it was empty, save for two tables and chairs, and a fan! The other room was the one with a telescope and lots of other gadgets. Thankfully, we didn’t have to do it against the skyline outdoor.

We took the empty room and Clarissa began a walkabout. She found a blind which served to block out light, possibly for development of films or serve as an observation post. She tugged at it and up it went. The warm, orange light came onto out faces like a nuclear bomb going off. I shifted the table to the window while she stared at the dawning sun.

I went behind her and wrapped my hands around her possibly 25 inch waist. She wriggled and breathed deep, enjoying the comfort and warmth. My fingers then went down to her tummy and released the belt to her black Espirt shorts. She had put on a cardigan for her top, with just a bra underneath. She wasn’t a looker in terms of clothes, just simple tops and bottoms, mainly shirts and skirts. My pants was down to my ankles in record time and so were her translucent black laced panties, which was already wet with excitement.

I pulled my boxers down and swiped it along her slit, preparing if for the rear entry to come. As I was doing so, her body bent forward and legs spread. She pulled my her towards her and said the general magic phrase to any horny guy.

Clarissa: ‘Humph. You’re making me so wet!’

I pushed my dick into her tightness and pounded away happily, my dick was sliding in and out of her pink pussy, well lubricated with her juice. Other than the liquid catching on my pubic, it was wetting the floor as well. As we kept going, her pace of fluid release was hastening, drooling instead of dripping. That was Clarissa’s way of ‘squirting’, claiming it looked more demure and innocent than spraying everywhere like hose (whores?). The room was soon reeking of the scent of sex, and the mix of juice plus pre-cum.

Her pussy wasn’t tight nor loose. Maybe I was smaller, I don’t know, but it was a fit, at least according to her. Since the first time we did it, there was no stretching, neither did I miss and buttons along her vagina walls. We humped away as the sun set into the abyss. Once it disappeared beyond the horizon, Risa stopped and turned around.

Part one had close to thirty minutes of pounding. And now, it’s time for after dark activities. Pushing me down on one of the chairs, she sat on the table and I began licking up whatever was coating her pussy lips. Her clit was found to be super sensitive, since wearing something like open-crotch panties would get her wet in no time. In short, the lesser she wore, the hornier she got. I liked sucking on her clit and watch her struggle to keep her legs opened for more.

Within minutes, she decided the cunnilingus wasn’t enough. She got off the table and straddled me on the chair. Gliding her ass along my thighs, my Typhoon-class submarine docked for dumping of precious cargo. The slipperiness made the whole process of unloading easier. Her hips was moving like a dancer’s, grinding and slapping my thighs. I slouched on the chair so she can get more depth. It was quite a comfortable ride, like a cowgirl sitting on a chair the wrong side.

Her position squeezed the breath out of me and fifteen minutes later, my cum was filling the insides of her vagina with baby-making serum. Clarissa was a simple yet smart twenty-two years old. Contraceptive measures were in place, of course so we can do it without condoms for maximum sexperience. My dick was milked for all its worth – dry. She fell onto my body on the chair and we hugged for a little while.

Realizing a lacy underwear would not keep my cum contained, there wasn’t any other options. She slipped it on and dressed herself up. We kissed a little more and left the place, hot and steamy. I thought I even saw the astrology club’s members going up the lift as we exited.

We do still meet, just that our stories had not been declassified. Teehee :3

(Actual picture taken on NYP’s roof, Astro club would know it.)

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Dancer

Mike was a dancer, who had a wonderful girlfriend. Normal looking, caring and thoughtful. She was proud of his interest, as it kept him fit and toned, making her the happiest girl for occasional couple outings with her friends.

Okay, back to Mike. He had always been comfortable among his female dancers, although a few of them were crazy about him, he kept the lines very clear. He’s just a dancer with a decent girlfriend whom he loved a lot. Other than being in his dance company for the most years, his age of 20 also made him the youngest in the school.

Everything was fine until Jessica came along, one of the youngest, and fittest dancer made her famous quickly. At the age of 16, she had won a few prestigious awards and finally decided to join the dance school Mike is in.

From the moment she entered the school, all eyes were on her. You would be thinking she would be a rich man’s daughter, only dressing in well-known clothes. Well, you’re wrong. The air around her was filled with intelligence and humility. Her clothes were simple, but her figure of a well-balanced body of fats to muscles ratio, which was impossible to achieve, filled out whatever she wore nicely. Anyone could tell that her facial features IS the golden ratio, enhanced by the self-applied make up, gentle yet perfect.

Mike too, had a glance at her, and resumed his workouts. But that glance he gave her, met her eyes and got Jessica’s attention. No one would imagine her to be a temptress nor slut, for it was too impossible for her to be.

*He’s mine now.*

Jessica knew she could get any guy she wanted, but she knew Mike would be a good challenge with a nice reward. Mike’s personal room was a few corners from her, but the school isn’t quite huge to begin with. So they had frequent meets, with simple greetings from a nod, progressing to verbal contact within days.

Jessica: ‘Mike, would you be taking part for the upcoming play?’

Mike: ‘Of course I will be. I’ve been training late nights for that. Has been my goal for this semester.’

Lessons ended at eight that night, leaving the rest of the opening hours to the few studious ones, for personal training. Jessica knew when Mike finished and popped into his room as he was removing his top.

Jessica: ‘Mike?’

Mike: ‘Yeah?’

He turned around just in time to catch her light floral gown drop onto the floor. Having seen girls done that a couple of times, he continued with his stripping down.

Mike: ‘I have a girlfriend. And I love her very much. Sorry to disappoint.’

Ready to watch her exit the room, he placed his shorts on the bed and turned around. And Jessica was there, on his bed, masturbating, circling the tip of her fingers at the clit.

Jessica: ‘I know.’

She then slipped her silky finger between the labia, making a squishing sound as she pushed it in, squeezing a drop of translucent liquid out. Spreading her legs wider, her fingers worked hard, going in and out.

Mike: ‘Oh shit!’

He jumped across the bed and locked the door. Jessica then turned her body to face him, clearly illuminating her body with a glow from the overhead fluorescent lights. Spreading her salivating pussy lips apart, she sent a clear message.

Man, you can’t imagine how much was running through Mike’s mind. He was drawn between respect and temptation. His girlfriend will never be this fun, but it was obvious he wouldn’t give up his girl for a moment of pleasure. Summoning all the blood back from his bulge, he turned away, not before she broke his thought.

Jessica: ‘You know? This thing between us? Will only stay in this room. I need it as much as you need her.’

*It? Does she mean sex or a dick? Either way, it meant the same. But her? She knows I have a girlfriend*

Taking his chance, he went on his knees and lapped Jessica’s sweet syrup like a puppy. Drinking her juice in small sips. Quickly removing his Levi’s underwear, he pulled Jessica to the edge, where his hungry dick will go between her legs. He sank into her glistering love hole and felt a brand new sense of tightness, eighth heavens (if there were), unusual amount of wetness to make his dick grow inside of her. He only felt one thing, his mind going numb and blank. The next thing he remembered, was his hips moving, stroking his member along her walls.

Jessica’s tightness was perfect, in fact, better than his girlfriend’s, which was too tight and overwhelming. Mike pounded the daylights out of himself, resisting and controlling his ejaculation. She didn’t just owned him as of then, she also got him addicted to ‘school’. That huge cock pushing in and out of her was mind blowing. She thought her pussy was going to break, since he gets a little rougher whenever he controls.

After fifteen minutes of pumping in missionary and doggy, Jessica’s body couldn’t take the extended period pleasure she had been exposed herself to.

Jessica: ‘Mike, Mike. Can you cum already?’

Mike: ‘Now? Alright. In a while.’

Energizer bunny had just been turned on. He went crazy on her, going at such dangerous TPMs (Thrusts Per Minute), Jess constantly went into a cycle of unconsciousness and orgasms. The patch on the bed was getting bigger, well, not like Mike sleeps there. He gave his final few thrusts and chambered his rounds for delivery.

One swift stroke and he hammered the depth out of her, waiting for two seconds, and the waves of cum flowed into her, pumping his veins-covered-shaft. The warmth of his sperms and the feeling it being channeled into her pussy was unbelievable. It was more soothing than anything she had.

The two got dressed and went home quickly, leaving the stained sheets to the room keepers. A little additional information? Jessica did put on her panties after that, but his cum was too much for her and held in place by the bear-designed undies. The problem was she was still getting wetter with every step she took, lubricating her slit with cum as she opened and closed her legs.

No one saw her dripping right? And I meant dripping, not flowing down her smooth long legs.