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Schooled Once Again

(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).

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Father-Daughter Moment

(Mina asked) ‘Daddy? Are you ok?’

It has been just three days after her funeral, and I was still in the mind of disbelief, and unacceptance that she was no longer around. In many ways, she still felt like she was ‘just not around’. On the surface, life went on as usual, but I knew my movements, gazes, energy, were.. soulless. Mina is our daughter, whom besides gave us something to work for, live for, reignited certain passions in our lives. From the busyness when she was younger, to the increasing amount of free time (we got) as she gained a teenager’s independence, our sex life gradually returned, to a point it felt like we, ourselves were teenagers again.

And then, it hit. Without any alarming symptoms, the diagnosis came too late. Medicine helped, and I could tell that she felt little to no discomfort. On her last night, she even initiated. Lying by my side, giving me a handjob when I least expected it, then led me on top of her, and gently guided me in. It was a beautiful night, filled with equal parts love and lust.

(Mina asked again) ‘Daddy?’

(I stammered) ‘Yes baby?’

Without saying a word more, she came over to the sink, and hugged tightly me from the front. Without lifting her head off my chest, she gripped my shirt hard.

‘I know how much you miss mommy. And I know nothing I say can make you feel better.’

To be honest, I wasn’t feeling much from her hug, like there was a barrier preventing her love from breaking through. But when she cupped her hand over my bulge, it felt.. strangely familiar. I quickly held onto her hand to stop her, but it didn’t do anything to keep her from moving it up and down.

(Mina asked as she jerked me) ‘Does this.. help?’

There was no answer that I could give, that made that anything but right. I just closed my eyes, and dropped my hand to my sides.

She then proceeded to lower my lounge pants, baring my hips, and continued to stroke me. Mina turned eighteen, three months ago. But it has been a year, since my wife and I knew of the boy she brought home on occasions. Despite their seemingly ok relationship, they broke up around eight months in, and my wife and I were both there when she came crying in our arms. That was how close we all were.

(Mina said) ‘Wait for me.’

I opened my eyes to see what she was up to, and saw her dashing off for a pack of wet wipes, coming back with one sheet to clean up my neglected dick of smegma. How could I have tended to that, when every other emotions were hitting me hard.

(Mina yapping) ‘Ok! You’re cleaned up now.’

With that, she popped my dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around the tip a few times, and threw a glance of surprise at me. Instead of reacting positively, I just stared back blankly, while she took it deeper, and with more passion. As her mouth slid up and down my shaft, images of my wife, sucking like our girl did, flashed across my mind. The euphoria, the calm, the love, some semblance of it shot up my spine.

At some point, my knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. Instead, it gave Mina a scare, that she had to sit me down on the couch. In that new ‘position’, she sucked even more hungrily on me, slurping noisily and taking me further than her mom, down the throat.

‘Daddy? Are you feeling better?’

What other answer could I give? Except with a slight smile. Mina got up from her knees and climbed over my lap, knees by the side of my hips. Giving me a hug in her chest, she stuck an arm between our bodies, held my dick upright, and lowered her hips over my shaft.

(I whispered) ‘hey hey hey!’

(Mina whispered) ‘Hush hush daddy.. ‘

With that, she pulled her oversized t-shirt over my head and rocked her hips back and forth, panting harder and harder as she sat lower on my dick. Besides being way tighter than her mom, it was something else that managed to shut off the misery. Mina was, after all, a product of our love, made with half of me, and half of my wife. Is it wrong then, to feel that it was her whom I was fucking?

(Mina panting) ‘is this.. what mommy feels.. when she.. rides you?

Slowly, her moans, her heaves, her sighs, reminded me of how her mom sounded. Besides the difference in tone and pitch, the rest of it matched – be it tempo, sighs or gasps. By then, I had already pulled my head out of her shirt, and had unconsciously placed one hand around her neck.

(Mina gasping) ‘Do what you want dad. I know you won’t hurt me.’

I spun us around lengthways on the couch and laid her on her back, taking over the work to thrust my hips at this beautiful girl we made. The soundless opening and closing her mouth, flailing arms with nowhere to grasp, and knees bouncing up and down as hard as I pumped. It matched her mom precisely.

As part of my mind was, numb? Desensitised? I felt no urge at all, just pleasure, and calm, and comfort.

(Mina asked weakly) ‘daddy? do you want me to turn.. ‘

‘No. This is fine.’

‘Ok daddy.’

Without any urges to cum, I couldn’t help but slip into a depressed state again, gradually slowing to a stop.

(Mina asked gently) ‘Help me up daddy.. ‘

I did so, and it was her turn to lay me down on the couch. This time, she resumed her cowgirl position, took off her shirt, and placed both hands on my chest.

‘Daddy? *sigh* I know you miss mommy, me too. Both of you are my best friends, and the best parents my friends always say I have. taking a trembling deep breath I want to be mommy for you, so I can have daddy back. Ok?’

How could I possibly know what that meant? All I knew was that her grinding hips were already taking my breathes away, stirring that deflated cock into full blown rooster, scraping the sides of her vaginal, stretching the end of her pussy to size. Her moans went out of control, as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit to a swollen state. She was about to cum, as was I in her convulsing vagina walls.

(Mina moaned hoarsely) ‘daddy! i’m gonna come i’m gonna cum!’

Her pussy clenched on me to tightly that I felt an ache, followed by waves of milking motion happening along my shaft. Fearing the worst, I sat up, grabbed her hips and lifted her off me, accidentally triggering the final ‘tug’ that chambered my rounds.

(I groaned loudly) ‘SHIT!’

Back on her ass, and with my dick right around her eye-level, she swiftly yanked my dick into her mouth, and let her lips slide up and down while she returned one hand between her thighs. Seeming to ‘extend’ her orgasm, she was moaning into my dick as my hips finally buckled, spurting waves of cum into the mouth of a trembling little girl, possibly coming from her own orgasm.

When we finally calmed down, it was just two, sticky, naked bodies, with her lying on top of me.

(Mina whispered) ‘so.. can I be mommy?’

(I replied) ‘only in the sheets.. ‘

(Mina grinned cheekily) ‘Mmmm.. ok.. we’ll see.. ‘

After that day, we forgone any clothes in the house, and she continued that streak out of house, going pantyless on most occasions, and braless when appropriate. She became ‘mommy’ and ‘baby’, while I just remained as ‘daddy’. I think she just redefined ‘father-and-daughter moments’.

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Ignored

When the both of us passed our 35-year-old birthdays, and did not marry, or even have a serious partner, our parents no longer rushed us for anything. They knew, that my sister and I had applied for our own apartments, and it was understood that our separate lives would soon be further apart than ever. But until then, we had our own rooms, that were half here, and half not here – in carton boxes.

It was just another night, when I heard a soft knock on my door, before it opened slowly to dampen the creaking sound that never got addressed. A few footsteps in, and my blanket was lifted to accommodate another being. Way before the footsteps reached me, I had already wriggled myself closer to the wall, in a corner that I found to be quite comforting.

When everything had settled down to a silence, I waited, as a hand reached across my chest, and a face pushed up against my shoulder. The faint scent coming from her, instantly stirred up a gradual erection, for it wasn’t everyday I come close enough to her to smell ‘home’. For whatever reason we remained single, this, wasn’t what held us back.

As the hand moved downwards for my boxers, I took a deep breath in anticipation, of her fingers that would wrapped themselves around my dick. She knew how hard to grip me, just like how I know, to slip my hand over her thigh, and into her groin that her sleeping gown barely covered. Smooth, cold, and spread, my middle finger went straight for her clit, as she tightened her grip on me.

Her breaths came out hurried and shallow once my fingertip started vibrating, and it took her a few seconds to recall, that she had favours to return.

One of my (sleeping) quirks, was my extreme, sometimes-impractical, tendency to structure a fully-blacked-out, sensory-deprived bedroom. Since I was footing the utility bill, air-conditioning was present on most nights, for five hours minimum.

Despite being in complete darkness, I knew that her face was right in front of mine, subtle heat radiating from her forehead as air from our nostrils incited turbulence. While it wasn’t the first time our skins were in contact, our faces were, in fact, too close – to resist.

Our lips, finally touched each other’s, and we kept leaning, until our noses touched. I opened my mouth slightly ajar, parting hers, and stuck a tongue out, only for her to suck gently on it. As our tongues came out to play, our hands, became more adventurous. We turned our bodies on our sides, allowing our thighs to intertwine between and over each other’s. By then, both her hands were on my dick, and I had one one her supple Bs, and one between her legs.

Out of nowhere, she pulled away and pushed me back down on my back, slipping under the sheets to give me one hell of an intro to a blowjob. If not for the slack in the blanket that I pulled over my face, my low groan would certainly raise some suspicion. Quick, deep strokes swiftly threw me off world, arching my back as she sank her lips all the way down to my stubby pelvic. I had no scene in my head to replay, nor could I imagine someone else more ‘appropriate’, not while she was bouncing her head and down in my loin.

In the midst of that mind-blowing attack, I was struggling to reposition myself, to the centre of the bed. Taking blanket off both of us, I then shifted her little by little until her legs were at my shoulder-height. Immediately, she knew what I meant and lifted a leg over my face, then raising her chest to lay on my belly. I was, finally in place to give her a taste – with my tongue.

Unlike my other.. encounters, I had much less reservations about going down on her. Perhaps, I had seen what body wash she uses, which brand of feminine wash she owned, how clean she kept her razors, and where she left her epilator. Heck, I even knew when she showered. ‘Mmmmmmm!’, a suppressed moan echoed down my shaft as I began eating her out, going outright caveman style at the angle I knew I had little control over.

I just licked and sucked and tickled wherever she rubbed on my face, while breathing in whatever aroma she was secreting from her pussy. When she had her way with my dick, I already knew how long I would last, but if! If I could just disrupt her momentum, and distract myself at the same time, I didn’t have to wait till the next day, or time, she decide to join me in bed.

With a push of her arms, she peeled her chest off my body and dragged her hips off my face, sliding her pussy downwards until it met my dick. A quick spin brought her hands to my chest, and a single, up-down motion sent my dick right up her alley. Hot, and then tight, that was the sequence my member screamed, if it could. There was not a single pause in her movement right up to that point, and I was being rocked like a horse the next second.

Up and down she went, and black and white I saw, in my eyes that my brains couldn’t quite catch up. That electrifying sensation from my dick was shooting everywhere. Up my spine, into my arms, legs, fingertips, toes. Her fisted up hands on my chest told me she was going through the same, hitting whatever spot that made her so wild I thought I saw an evil smile in her direction.

While no alarms sounded in my head, I still went on to tap on her thigh, signalling ‘cum’. She knew what I meant and hopped off me at once, waiting for whatever supposed to shoot, ooze out of my dick. Yet, nothing came. Neither was I going to let her figure that out. Still shrouded in darkness, I carefully made my way behind her and nudged her back forward.

‘Tsk’.

In doggystyle, I was about to guide my dick (blind) when I suddenly felt an upward-grip on my erection. It was her, sticking her hand out from under her pussy, holding onto me, and leading me back where I belonged – inside her. My hips began moving on its own as I reached out for her shoulders, yanking onto them as I arched my waist forward to plunge it deep, without those slapping noises. As for her, she was up to something else. She threw loose bundles of blanket onto her back, then switched hands to pull them down her other side.

Right! At once, I padded her ass with the blanket and proceeded to hammer her as hard as I could, dipping all of my cock into her while producing no excess noise. Her face, buried in my pillow, also killed off any sound she made. In that comforting silence, I just let myself loose while pumping at her rear, both hands on her waist to steer, and secure the blanket at the same time.

After a long five minutes, my chest were covered in perspiration, and balls in her juices. I was reaching the end.

*tap tap*

Two taps on her thigh alerted her to my demise, and an outstretched arm pushed against my belly for signal. I slowed down to a stop and remained on my knees awaiting for further instructions. Her hands found me in the dark and led me back to my rightful spot in the bed, before parting my legs to sit between them.

With my head resting on the pillow, I was placed in my sleeping position, except her mouth continued to work. Moving her lips up and down my shaft, I could tell that she was gentler this time. Long, controlled strokes melted my brain into a pulp, filling me with pleasure and sleepiness with every motion.

*tap tap*

Two more taps on her head, and she got my message – or did she? The same motion, at the same pace, finally triggered my orgasm into an orifice that knew exactly when to stop, and go. Every spurt was assisted, every pump was excavated, every drop was so skilfully drained out. Six, six squirts were all I had to offer, from my then-emptied, refreshed, voided testicles.

*gulp*

(She confessed) ‘i came twice’

(I asked surprised) ‘when?’

(I repeated curiously) ‘WHEN?!’

The door knob clicked shut. Once again, silence in the room. She was gone.

*buzz buzz*

My phone lit up.

(She texted) ‘Once when I am riding you. Once when you are behind. Once when you came.’

(I texted back) ‘So three times?’

When I woke up the next day, it was noon. And in the living room, was my sister, still in her nightgown, just getting out of the chair with an empty coffee mug on the dining. She looked fresh, and smiley, until she bent over the table to reveal her bare pussy to me.

‘I made you coffee. In exchange for a quick one?’

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Tara’s Faith

‘J?’, a voice coming from my side jolted me from my phone, looking in the direction of a cutesy, sharp-chinned face. ‘Ta..ra?’, I murmured. She gave an awkward nod with a slight smile, then looking back at another girl, whose t-shirt-jeans outfit contrasted with Tara’s oversized shirt. ‘Her name is Faith. I asked her along because.. we’re meeting for the first time and I am.. shy?’, I made sure to give Tara a smile of confidence, as I was sure nothing else was going to happen, unlike the nature of our texts which had progressed from platonic to sexual.

‘So’, I heaved, ‘still want to come to my place for a drink? Or shall we.. ‘, before I could finish my sentence, she nodded eagerly and reached into her sling bag, holding the mouth wide enough to flash a 6-pack carton of Carlsberg. I gave her another smile and shook my head, partly in disbelief, and partly in relief, of her excitement with that bag of beer.

After a short walk to my place, I opened the door to an air-conditioned, dimly-lit, studio-like apartment. The two of them just stood at the door until I ushered them in, to the couch against the living room wall. Faith wasted no time in falling into the couch, and tugged repeatedly on the collar of her shirt to direct some airflow into her shirt, while Tara followed me into the kitchen with her beer. After tucking the beer into the fridge, she wasted not a second to tip-toe in front of me, both hands yanking on my shirt to plant her lips on mine. Tongues began intertwining in a flash, and her hands were already reaching under my shirt.

From where we were making out, I could see Faith’s head reaching over the armrest of the sofa, taking a peek at us before disappearing. Tara couldn’t have cared less if her friend was there, her hands had already returned under her shirt to extract her bra. Once it fell to the ground, my hands were guided over her chest, onto her firm, perky mounds I deduced were about 34A. While I massaged them to her gasps and sighs, her fingers were fidgeting at my belt, then zipper, until one hand was coming out from under my boxers, and her other entered from the waistband.

Sanity was immediately flushed out of my head the moment she started the handjob, and my hands were also descending upon her groin, which startled me briefly to find no panties in the lounge shorts of hers.

‘EHEM!’, a loud cough from the living room brought us to our senses, shocking us to the point where none of us wanted to acknowledge her.. cough.

‘Not that I mind but wouldn’t the bed be more.. comfortable?’, Faith calmly suggested.

Still a little dumbfounded, I began moving off first, holding one of Tara’s hand as I led her to my super-single bed, passing by the watchful eyes of Faith, then zipping past the TV separating the living room from the ‘bed’. Normally, a huge sliding door would divide the bedroom from the living room, but I had the genius idea to tear it down, and use a large, flatscreen TV instead, to break ‘view’ from the couch which was pointed at the bed.

Once in our little ‘space’, I took up the more.. shameful angle of ‘facing’ Faith, though the TV was in our way. Tara, in an increasingly-reassured manner, began loosening my shorts, until they clanged on the floor. She then dropped her knees onto my shorts and began stroking me at dick-level, occasionally glancing up at me to see me alternating my gaze between her, and Faith.

Since my waist was still a little high for her, I gradually let my hips down onto the bed, where a more-comfortable height let Tara worked her lips better. In and out, my dick appeared and disappeared into her hungry mouth, a little too eager to show me how good she can be. And between the wheeled TV stand, Faith’s eyes could be seen peeking at us.

In no time, my head was tilting back in ecstasy, fully immersed in the full-length blowjob I was treated too. Soon, my dick got too hard for comfort, and it was my turn to ‘perform’. I swapped places with Tara, and placed her right at the edge of the bed. ‘You’re not allowed to lie down’, I gave her a stern command and she perched her upper body on her elbows, still wondering how good I could be when a loud ‘fuuu.. ckkk’ escaped her mouth.

I began by making long, slow laps along her slit, upwards from the bottom to her clit. After that, I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit, vibrating as fast as I could while she tried to suppress her moans with one hand – to no avail. Seeing how I was succeeding, I planted a kiss on her clit, before sucking that pearly-pink onto my mouth, and then flicking it with my tongue. That suction, already making her extra sensitive, pushed her further down the rabbit hole with the clit-attack. It didn’t take her long, to collapse on the bed in sheer tiredness.

Despite her wariness, she managed to grab hold of my shirt, pulled me up to her face, and wrapped her legs around my back.

‘I want you inside me.. please.. now.. ‘, she sighed so sexily that no man, not even me, should resist.

‘How old are you again?’, I reminded her.

‘Eighteen? But you already knew that right?’, she answered worried.

‘I do. So you want to be stretched apart by someone twice your age, with a dick that’s almost twice as thick?’, I asked shamelessly, not to get an ego boost, but to make her anticipate what might possibly be coming.

‘Uh huh’

Without saying another word, I grabbed one of her hand, tucked it between our bodies, straight onto my dick. I then let go and left the rest to her, slowly guiding my dick to her opening, feeling her use my dickhead to rub on her clit a few times, then pushing it lower at her pussy.

‘Faith? Faith?’, I called out.

‘YES?’, she replied as she strutted over, following my hand signal to sit at Tara’s side. I then took one of Tara’s hands and placed it on one of Faith’s, visibly watching their hands clench tighter as I slid my dick into Tara. Before us, we watched closely as Tara’s eyes rolled back, and almost staying in that state as I arched my hips back and forth, dipping deep into her vagina. By then, I had already known that she wasn’t a virgin, but her previous experiences were with just one guy, one year older than her, who broke up right after he had taken her virginity.

I kept up with a steady pace as her legs began flailing in the air, until Faith caught hold of one and I got another. My gaze were mostly on Faith then, looking at her looking at our genitals, tucking and stretching to my invading member.

‘Are you ok Tara? Is it comfortable? Or painful?’, Faith asked caringly as Tara replied, in weak but satisfied smiles. I just kept going at the same pace as her tightness poised no danger, until I blurted out a more daring act.

During a pause, I asked Faith, ‘do you want to rub her clit while I keep going?’ ‘Her.. clit?’, her eyes widened. ‘Yeah. Do you know where.. ‘ ‘Of course I do, but.. ‘

I grabbed her wrist and brought it to Tara’s bare belly, before angling my hips lower to reveal the tip of Tara’s pink slit. Faith carefully reached for her clit and began to rub on it, to which Tara gave off a comforting sigh of relief.

Instantly, I could feel her tightened, straight to the point where it required substantial more force to drive it into her. If I am honest, I only managed 5, or 6 thrusts before I had to stop. Despite that, the milking motion of her vagina kept going. Squeezing, throbbing, expelling, it took her a mere minute, to shove Faith’s hand away and held onto it tightly, before slamming her thighs shut and convulsing.

Yes, she came. Yes, I froze. Her orgasm sent her hips thrashing, throwing me out of her. Even scaring Faith away a few inches. The next few minutes were tense, as my mind synced with Faith’s to wonder if we have to call emergency services. But until we saw a smile broke across Tara’s face, did we managed to relax.

Once everything settled, we pushed Tara into position to take a nap. I remained by her side to make sure she was breathing, and Faith, at her feet.

‘So.. what are you going to do about that? Don’t you guys need to shoot after it gets hard?’, she wondered as she pointed to my dick. ‘Well.. he did his job. So I guess another time?’

‘Another time? You can do that?’, the frown on her face showed her disbelief. ‘Heyyy..’ , a weak call from Tara distracted us, but it was for the better. ‘Sorry I came so hard.. before you shoot. It never happened before’, Tara continued.

‘It’s alright. You just rest’, I gave her head a little pat before she rolled sideways, reached over to my groin, cupping the shrivelled nub in her palm to give it a squeeze. As she continued her massage, Faith’s eyes widened as my dick got harder, finally poking out into the air through Tara’s finger. Silently, she climbed off the bed and came to my side, peering at her friend’s shifting hand.

‘Just like that?’, she probed. ‘I guess?’, I answered. Faith then got off the bed again and sat on the rug in front of me, eyes fixated on its sheer size. By then, Tara’s hand had stopped moving, and a soft snore came about.

I peeled her fingers off and widened my legs, allowing Faith to soak in the full glory of my member, twitching as it softened to inactivity. Out of nowhere, Faith suddenly reached for it and held it up, observing the underside, then its tip, then its top. It was at this instant I got hard again, to its former length when Tara and I first began.

‘How do I do it? Just move up and down?’, she asked, and I nodded. As depicted, she stroked me a few times till our skin was dry-sticking, and the quick-witted girl knew it wasn’t ‘normal’ too. Without giving her any instructions, she let a glob of saliva fell into her palm and continued jerking me of.

As minutes passed, I grew thicker and harder, most of it due to her adorably inconsistent strides, and her curious expressions. Soon enough, I was reaching my limit and I had to call out.

‘I’m cumming.. now.. NOW!’

In her frantic, she tightened her grip and looked up at me, before shifting her eyes down on my swollen shaft. Then bringing her mouth right over the tip, akin to giving a kiss. Right at that moment, my pipe burst and waves after waves of cum puffed her cheeks up.

Out of instinct, she kept an open palm under her chin, as she began swallowing my load that felt like it would go on forever. But little did she know, I had already began firing blanks towards the end.

‘Shit! I’m so sorry!’, I jumped out of bed and brought her a towel, holding it open for any cum she was about to spit out. Except, that there was none left in her mouth, and she unsuspectingly used it to wipe her lips.

‘I am so sorry’, I blurted in the face of an semi-pouting girl, who didn’t seem too affected by the CIM. ‘For what?’, she wondered. I couldn’t help but put a hand on her cheeks as I smiled at her silly, fully aware of my ungentlemanly behaviour.

I placed the used towel over my groin and gave it a good wipe down, before disappearing into my kitchen for the washing machine. When I returned to the bed, she had laid down next to Tara, who was sound asleep.

Now satiated and a little exhausted, I turned down the lights and tucked them both in. On the couch, I too let my eyelids fall as they should, and went for a deep, long sleep.

After God knows how long, I was awakened, by the loud ruffling of bedsheets, along with some smooching noises.

Now, would I be forgiven if I had not joined them under the blankets?

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Interest Paid

(Milly asked) ‘Why didn’t you reply my texts today? Are you angry at me?’

‘Nooo.. I just feel lost. I know I said I would help you. But that amount.. sigh‘

(Milly agreed) ‘I know it’s a lot a lot of money. I’ll pay you back. Sorry to make you worry so much.’

Although I didn’t exactly ‘lose everything’, the amount of money required to get her out of that fix was – literally everything I had. All the investments, potential returns, emergency fund, anything that I could ever fall back on, suddenly wasn’t there anymore.

(Milly asked) ‘Do you want me to.. do anything for you? I don’t mind helping daddy every now and then until I pay you back everything.’

‘It’s ok. I’m not really in the mood. Thank you for still being here.’

(Milly replied) ‘Aiyooo. I’m not going anywhere. Go shower first. I’ll bring your towel to you.’

Without wasting more time, I headed straight to the shower and took my standard ten minutes wash. Unlike before, when my towel would be waiting right outside for me, she had forgotten to bring it.

(I shouted) ‘MILLY! MY TOWEL!’

‘COMING!’

That cheeky, grinning, skinny girl then skipped into my view, wearing just the strappy, two-piece caged bra and panties. After handing me the towel, she immediately squatted down and took my dick straight between her lips, teasing the tip incessantly with her tongue. With sparks flying in my head, my legs turned jelly in no time. Hanging onto the walls for support, she switched to a handjob while admiring my orgasmic face.

(In my trembling voice) ‘Can I go sit down?’

All smiley, she led me to the bed and perched me down, before going down on her knees again to lick all over my shaft. All I had to do was to lean back, and shiver to every up-down motion of her lips, fitted snug around my girth. Despite staying constant in her rhythm, my body was breaking down steadily. Soon, I was laying on my back, and she calmly climbed over my waist.

In utter silence, she collected some saliva in her fingers and smeared it onto her pussy between her open-groin ‘panties’. Very gently, she then grabbed my dick and rubbed its head along her slit, until she herself, was wobbling in her knees. Her pussy carefully slipped over my twitching head, down my engorged shaft, all the way down onto my groin. Letting off a shy sigh, she began moving her waist up and down, quite awkwardly I would say, but to her best efforts.

(I spoke softly) ‘Milly? … Let me.’

I sat up and hugged her in my arms, before I stood up to plop her down on the bed. Perched atop her body chest-to-chest, I began thrusting my hips, slamming mindlessly into her helpless, frail body.

(Milly moaning) ‘OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME HARD DADDY.. DON’T STOP.. KEEP GOING!’

As my mind reasoned with my body to maintain a manageable tempo, her legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in, forging a tension I needed most of my strength to ‘resist’ (a.k.a. pull out). With the ongoing ‘power struggle’, a sudden clench of her vaginal walls threw me off far and high, thoroughly eradicating any self-control left.

Right there and then, I slid out of her, rolled her onto her chest, grabbed her waist, and lifted that pussy right up. Holding that slender body in my hands, I swung my hips skilfully towards her ass, slipping my dick ever so easily in and out of her overly wet cunt. It was that position, paired with a slightly angled upward thrust, she buried her head hard into the pillow while letting off a deep groan.

‘FUUUUUAAAAAHHHH!’

Her vaginal gradually became tighter, to the point I could no longer hold it in anymore.

(I groaned) ‘Milly! I’m cumming!’

Out of habit, I arched my groin away from her, abruptly ending the delivery of pleasure in her pussy. Little did I expect, she slid herself off the bed and retook my dick in her hand, stroking it affectionately while aiming its tip at her bony neck.
‘CUMMING!’

I let off a gasp as my breath left my body, as my load did straight over her collarbone and breasts, like a watered-down cream of mushroom. None of my cum was wasted as she spread them as far as they’d go on her skin, citing ‘a good moisturiser according to the Internet’ for her action. Once I was exhausted, she cleaned me up like a fine wife, and tucked me into bed.

That night, we both slept so well that we had the energy, and drive for a little workout the next morning.