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Offense

(Jen asked cheekily) ‘So what will you be doing tonight?’

‘Sleep? Maybe watch a movie on my tablet.’

(In her doubtful tone) ‘Sure? Not find girls to massage you?’

‘No. I’m pretty tired already. We’ve walked so much today.’

With a grin of disbelief on her face, Jen shifted herself closer to me until my shoulder was in her cleavage, a move I didn’t quite understand. Just as I wondered what was she up to, I felt her hand move over my boxers, right across my groin.

(I whispered) ‘What are you doing?’

‘Making sure.’

‘Of?’

Without saying a word more, her hand went into my boxers and blindly fondled with my dick, until it grew into the size that fit her grip. It was only then I gently put my hand on her waist, sliding downward into her shorts before reaching around for her firm butt. A simple push of my arm lowered her shorts down to her knees, where she kicked them off before taking my boxers off too.

Our hands returned to each other’s bodies once our lower halves were naked, exchanging pleasure in the silence of ignorance. As she continued jerking my fully-erected penis, I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her open up for me. Casually, I brushed my fingertips along her clit and immediately sensed a tiny shiver from her.

Nothing else was attempted that day besides the mundane-yet-innocent acts comprising of a handjob, and a clit-rub. We were both moaning so softly, entangled sexually in something we knew wasn’t sustainable. When she finally closed her eyes to match her serious look, the tremor in her body built up to a full-fledged orgasm that leaked her nectar all over my fingers.

Her shyness made her cup her hand over mine (at her pussy), and held it there until the climax passed. Bringing her attention back to my hard on, she collected some saliva from the both of us and resumed stroking me, in a more sensational mood.

Five, sensual minutes later, I sensed her grip tighten as she moved her hand faster, in response to the climax that peaked after a few seconds. To prevent my cum from soiling the bed, I rotated myself onto my back and let her continue pumping my cock.

Another intense minute later, I held her hand still and watched alongside her as cum sprayed into the air, over our hands and onto my belly. She then instinctively interlocked our fingers and kept stroking my cock for more, until the eruption passed.

That cute, inquisitive girl couldn’t help but played with the cum on my body, rubbing some of it on her drier, flaking skin for nourishment. When that turned out to greatly smoothen her complexion, she smeared some over her inner thighs, where I might have rubbed her too hard.

(She whispered) ‘Make sure that you don’t find other girls.’

What else could I do but smile at her naive intention, thereafter setting the alarm for next morning. Before I could ask her about her plans, she shouted ‘goodnight’ aloud and covered her head with the blanket, partly answering my question.

Halfway through the night, a hand went over my cock again, followed by a mouth that redefined ‘exhaustion’ (for me) shortly after. We ended up eating each other out in 69, tongues lashing at each other’s sensitive spots until none of us could take it any more.

Like long-lost lovers unleashing their lust, we went like wild rabbits that night, fucking all over the room until we were too sore to continue. The next morning, we only left the hotel once to get both lunch and dinner, as well as alcohol to inspire some drunken sex.

Instead of one-night-stand, I call it one-trip-stand.

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Wrecked Party

‘KOR! Cindy is here!’

(I shouted my reply) ‘Ok? Why are you telling me that?’

‘Can she come into your room?’

(I lamented) ‘What for?’

My sister’s classmate then let herself into my room and came up behind me, cradling me in her arms to push her breasts hard against my back. Knowing what she was after, I couldn’t seem to forget what happened that night during her birthday party.

It was only a few days back, that I was invited to her (Cindy’s) birthday party, the sort where rich, spoiled millennials organised for their ‘affluent’ friends. It wasn’t until 12pm when I saw the other side of her, along with my sister and their classmates, getting wasted on shots after shots of Grey Goose vodka.

It was safe to assume that I spent more time figuring out how their games worked, than getting my face stuffed with alcohol. By 1am, everyone was either on their backs, or crawling around for some reasons. Cindy, the last to remain on her feet, fumbled a few steps before crashing into the lounge chair I was seated on.

Not only did the two other girls who were still awake catch us, they even cat called her as an encouragement. How else would I be not surprised at how quickly she unzipped her dress, revealing the pair of nipple stickers in place of a bra. The girls were clearly not in the right minds when they saw Cindy shove her boobs in my face, and cheered.

Those stickies were removed and my mouth found its way to her pointy, hard nipples. Unsure if it was the cold or the alcohol, she began moaning to the newfound silence from the two sleepy onlookers. While I used my teeth to nibble on her sensitive peaks, she went to work on my pants, stripping just enough to put her hands over my throbbing cock of steel.

I guessed I had enough when she tried to squat in that tiny seat to ride me, so I carried her to the bed where those two girls were sprawled on. When I dropped her on the bed, her legs had spread wide opened for me, not that I just went ahead with it. Something was clouding my head that night, something that made me put her knees together, raise them to her chest, and then penetrate her.

For a barely-legal girl whom just turned eighteen, she wasn’t shy at all to pry her pussy lips apart for my entry. Just like that, without any other contact with her pussy, I forced my manhood into her womanhood, an agonising inch at a time. Her eyes rolled white before I even started moving my hips, not that it would stop me either.

I held her knees together and thrusted my cock as deep, but as swiftly as I could. She made this long, low groan that her friends giggled at, in between those glances they stole at my cock. As I was standing on the ground when I fucked her, I had full maneuverability to go as fast as I wanted.

Out of nowhere, a fountain spewed juices from her clit, lubricating me up for an even faster tempo. It was almost magical to see her turn into a deranged, sex-overdosed girl from the model student my sister saw her as. My hips were just pumping and pumping, enthusiastic at owning this little, young thing in front of her friends.

When her feet finally fell away from my chest, I leaned over her and humped her towards the centre of the bed. Her friends, weren’t afraid to reach for my balls and cock, caressing them so curiously while I was shagging their friend. I believed one of them had a phone aimed at us at some point, but that jerking, salivating sight in front of me was too hard to resist.

The two girls requested ‘doggystyle’ halfway and I showed them just that, pounding the birthday girl from the rear until she was woke a few more friends, including my sister, up. While she was climaxing non-stop to my deep, hard strokes, I too, was about to reach my limit.

Towards the end, her tightness simply overwhelmed me to the state where I just fell backwards onto my ass, and let one of those girls jerked me off into the air. I couldn’t be more shocked when I looked around the bed and saw more horrified pairs of eyes on mine and Cindy’s bodies, both glowing from that intense sex.

(Cindy whispered) ‘I see that you are hard already?’

‘How can I not be? You’re hitting all the right spots.’

This time, in the privacy of my room, she spun my chair around and began with a slow, sensual blowjob. I returned the favour on my bed, eating her out for as long as she needed to orgasm once in my face.

The rest was pretty much history repeating itself, fucking each other’s brains out in missionary, doggystyle, and finally in her much-desired cowgirl stance. Her two friends too, didn’t miss out on the fun when they ‘joined’ us as onlookers, right next to MY sister.

Those two girls (NOT my sister), would be another story entirely on their own. Tarma, I think, was what a MFF gangbang was called.

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Surely Illegal

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally had her hands on his dick, stroking it in the most glorious view he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying. A pair small, tiny hands, that couldn’t completely wrap themselves around it, and moving up and down in dissonant. It was exactly her lack of skills, that turned him on everytime he knew she was coming.

The young student kept talking about her day while he relaxed in the comfort of his bed, occasionally nodding and prompting her with questions. It was almost a routine for her to go up to his place daily, watch him take his pants off, and sit or lie back for her to do her job.

Her mind couldn’t grasp the morality of what she was doing, but it didn’t hurt her. It was simply a process where she moved her hands until white cum flow all over them, and she would wash it off. That day, after he came to her handjob, she asked him if he could help her out.

The long-time recipient of the heavenly pleasure had no reasons to deny her that and took her shorts off for her, spreading her legs so he could see that nubile pussy with some stickiness between. A single, upward swipe of his index finger sent a chill down her spine, calming her tensed body down instantly.

He stayed on track executing the same circular motion, vibrating his fingertip at her unseen clit whenever she began panting loudly. That sensual cycle repeated three or four times before she climaxed all over the bed, forming a wet spot right under her butt.

At that moment, she couldn’t have looked any more lazy, especially when she asked for ‘one more’. The adult smiled at her and resumed fondling her clit, in the same motion for another five minutes until she came again.

Once he was done showering her in his bathroom, she put on her uniform in front of him like after every time, and left for her home one floor down.

It was another good day for him, and a better day for the unassuming little girl.

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Out of Nowhere

‘J?’

‘Yeah?’

‘He (flashing a namecard in my face) sent me. Are you ready to go now?’

‘Go where?’

‘Somewhere. Quickly pack up!’

I still couldn’t understand why I followed her when there were so many unknowns, and the only thing that made sense was the name on the card. He was a customer-turned-acquaintance, whom only spoke to me once in a blue moon. We weren’t close in any way, but he was somehow connected to this.

The girl who approached me earlier, looked very normal in every way. Like how most people were dressed at the shopping district, her pink, spag dress blended in really well. On the other hand, I was the weird one in shorts and slippers, like I was some tourists living in that area.

My confusion worsen at the front desk of Marriott Hotel, where a key card was handed to that girl.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Up? What do you mean?’

‘I don’t understand all this.’

‘You don’t have to. Just relax!’

We made our way to the room and she went straight for the bath, running the water while she stripped herself and I down to our underwear. What happened next, well, she fell onto her knees and lowered my briefs, to give me a handjob.

‘Woah! Wait! I don’t even know your name.’

‘You can call me Charlotte.’

‘Can you tell me why are you doing this?’

‘Nope! But I can show you something else.’

‘What is.. AHHH!’

Her mouth dived straight down my cock and held me still, to complete my erection in the warmth of her throat. My mind was getting these waves of white, sound-waves-like vision as she did that, draining strength away from the knees all at once. I tumbled backwards onto the bed and she began sucking proper, kissing the tip affectionately before her lips formed the seal around the head.

The slow descend, was made better with her gorgeous face I could see upclose, made up professionally, and perfect in every way. She paid little attention to me once she got in the mood, putting every effort to please that cock widening in her mouth. Every drop of saliva that escaped her seal, was quickly licked up, before she restarted the whole process of sliding her lips down my shaft.

I was trembling so hard when she finally gave me a break, to drag me into the shower after she checked on it. In the tub filled with lukewarm water, my muscles, except for one, melted away in bliss. She continued sucking my manhood in there, leaving me breathless and probably useless as she did most of the work.

After what felt like a long time, the water was drained, and she washed every corner of me up.

‘Can I rub myself for a while?’

‘Sure.’

We were still in the tub when she opened her legs, as wide as the width of the tub to masturbate. I couldn’t understand how she could enjoy herself like that with a stranger, let alone touch herself for me to watch.

Five minutes later, we rinsed ourselves and went to the bed, where she readied herself to go down on me.

‘You can do what you were doing on your laptop. It will be a long day for the both of us.’

‘And what will you be doing?’

‘This!’

She brought my bag within my reach right before she went down on me (again), feasting tirelessly on my guilty-pleasure spot. I doubt anyone would be surprised that I couldn’t do anything else on the bed, apart from putting on some music, and lying back in delight.

I honestly had no idea how long she was sucking for when I opened my eyes again, to catch her asleep on my thigh. She was all apologetic when I accidentally woke her up while reaching for the phone, to order food through room serivce. If only you could see her silly face when the trolley arrived, with enough food to last till supper. It didn’t even occur to her that we were naked when the steward arrived.

Once we had our fill, she was ready to go again, except I didn’t let her this time. I suggested 69 and she excitedly agreed to it, bringing her tiny, shaved pussy in front of my eyes that never once had a chance to look at. From how it glistened, I had no trouble tasting how sweet she was. Every flick I made across her clit was reciprocated, with an equally intense stroke of her mouth. Her juices turned to drippy soup from being a condiment, that she was getting shy about.

‘OK! THAT’S ENOUGH! No more for you!’

It seemed so natural when she turned herself around, put her pussy on my abs, and backed up. I went into her easily and she instinctively did the hard work, grinding and rocking as if her life depended on it. I couldn’t get her off no matter how hard I tried, especially when she pushed her vaginal muscles hard against my dick to throw me off.

At one point, I flipped her over and pinned her under me, only for her to put one hand between her legs – to slide me right in. We went into the doggystyle after that and once again, she was humping me backwards. It wasn’t that crazy like before, where I couldn’t escape.

Once I had enough of her uncontrollable sex, I pulled out and took a break, letting her fingers take my place. She turned herself around after a minute and opened her arms for me to hug her, as well return to her wet embrace at our nether region. Just as I thought I had more control, she wrapped her legs around me and thrusted her hips upwards.

This time, there was no way out when she unleashed everything on me, keeping my head on her shoulder throughout. Her pussy would stay on me for as hard as I tried to shake her off, but it was beyond salvation once I crossed my limit.

Instead, I rammed my cock in and out of her for all that was worth, cramping up every muscles in my body to deliver that hell of a load up her pussy. I just knew I came so hard to that vacuum within, emptying me of everything I had.

By then, we were too exhausted to move and slept in that pose, until the sun shone through the wide, glass window. I awakened in bed on my back, feet towards a trolley of fresh food and wine.

(Charlotte exclaimed) ‘Wakey wakey! We have another day to go! So eat up!’

In the end, I had to pop one of those Viagra pills she had, so I could ‘reluctantly’ fuck her proper this time.

I still had no idea where she came from, or how was she involved in this. But there are some questions better left unanswered, at least until that day passed.

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Unspoken Desires

Arriving at her place in Yishun, she didn’t waste anytime in bringing me to her bedroom, where fairy lights and soft toys lined the bed frame. She almost instantly took my UA drawstring bag from my shoulders and opened it in front of me, for me to fish my towel out. In a similar fashion, she got her towel from her backpack and led me by hand to the common bathroom.

Our backs were facing each other when we stripped, but that seemed pointless once we got the water running. Once we had rinsed the chlorine off our tanned-bods, she pumped some soap into her hand and started lathering me, covering every part of my exposed skin. When she had nowhere else to clean except for my privates, she brought the bottle of soap to my palms so I could begin returning the favour, while she stroked me down there.

Over her shoulders my hands went, down to her voluptuous breasts, around for her back and ass, finally getting to her shaven, woman parts I was still worried about touching. Seeing how focused she was to make sure my cock was fully erected to get in between the crevices, I had less to be shy about putting my fingers at her pussy.

In no time, we were all soapy and wet, enough for her to pull me closer for a B2B scrub. Just when I was getting a little light-headed from the slippery contact, she found the angle to put my little one through the gap in her thighs. From then on, I let my ‘extension’ did the thorough cleaning of her pussy lips, lasting for as long as she needed to wash the soap off our bodies.

The last parts to be rinsed were our genitals, and we didn’t need to break for. Soon, the slipperiness was no longer due to the soap, but something else from her. Once we were cleaned, we dried each other and went back to her room, completely naked and safe from any prying eyes.

We both have agreed, to wait a while before we get dressed. During that pause, she threw a blanket over me and switched on the air-conditioning. I wouldn’t dare to not invite her under the sheets. She could catch a cold. We were seated against the headboard and the wall next to the bed then, and nothing could get cosier than that.

Under the blanket, I could only gasp when I felt her hand going around my cock, one she raised with her own hands since earlier. It was a rhythmic, sensual, light grasp she had when my eyelids began to get heavy, though not intense enough for me to forget. I put one hand between her legs and sure enough, she had already opened them partially, and was still wet.

I thought I sensed some throbbing below, but it didn’t matter once I circled my finger at her clit. The way she jerked me faster and tighter, was all the cue I needed. We already have a good idea of how far we would go on our first encounter, and I regretted not asking about her disappearance under the sheets.

I no longer have to imagine how those pouting, soft, thick lips feel around my cock. She was already on it, pressing them as tightly as she wished while going up and down on me. It didn’t take me much effort to reach for her pussy, that was leaving wet trails down her ass. She has probably guessed, that lying sideways would ensure that she would get some attention too.

Everything was so quiet in her room. We could hear every gasp, every breath, and even the occasional sighs. I felt her tightened around my fingers, followed by a sudden descend of her mouth down my shaft, keeping it at that depth while an orgasm consumed her.

My cock bounced free in her attempt to catch her breath, where after she flipped the blanket away to look me in the eyes.

‘I have never done this before’, she made a statement I didn’t understand, nor do I have to.

She brought herself closer into my arms as she guided my hand between her legs further in, for a finger to penetrate her femininity. A loud gasp caused her to bury her face into my belly, shortly followed by a continuous, constant up-down motion of my wrist. I knew better to take over, to finger-fuck her while she basked in euphoria.

It only lasted a few minutes before she sobered up, likely to have recalled the terms of engagement she set for herself. She went on her knees, and hastily mounted herself over my lap. Our eyes just did the negotiations.

I couldn’t do that to her, or let her do it herself. It was decided that I slip two fingers inside her while she sat right behind my dick, to masturbate me while I fingered her. The safer, non-violent method somehow worked wonders for our unusual encounter, placing both our values above each other.

Our mutual exchange of fingers for a handjob paid off when we pit an unspoken contest against each other, for the same ultimatum. She would come over my fingers, just as I came really hard over her hand. Nothing was broken, everything was in a better place than before.

We had to take another shower after, in the same, unhurried style as we did before. It came quite naturally, that we would get each other off again during the rinse. We didn’t air our bodies anymore, and just laid in each other’s arms until she dozed off.

I left a message for her, depicting the time we would meet the next day for a swim again. We never exchanged numbers, nor mentioned our names. There was no need for those, when we can connect on a much deeper level than many other couples.