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Tiny Cindy

Cindy: ‘Vincent kor kor, are you going to swim?’
Vincent: ‘I just went in the morning lor. I’m going to sleep. You guys go ahead.’

His friend’s daughter said nothing else and the door shut on him, leaving him to face plant the soft pillow for his nap. The past two days have been tiring as he spent his time at the chalet jogging, or swim if the weather got too hot. The alumni gathering was more for the adults to unwind, and the kids to make friends with the gang their dads’ hung out with.

Just as Vincent lost consciousness about his surrounding, a pair of boobs pressed onto his back under the sheets, forcing him to turn around in shock. Cindy, the oldest among the youngsters at fifteen years old, was flipped onto her back in the white bikini she wore.

Vincent: ‘What are you doing? Didn’t you join them?’
Cindy: ‘But I want to stay with you. I don’t like how the other uncles look at me.’
Vincent: ‘Don’t worry la. They won’t do anything to you. Just humsup a bit only.’
Cindy: ‘Don’t want. I told my dad I’m not feeling well. You will take care of me right?’

Her hand massaging her neck suddenly pulled apart the knot to her top, and it fell onto her waist so tiny that Vincent believed his fingers could touch around her. Not waiting for him to react, she stuck her hand into his shorts and grabbed the meatstick, almost five inches unerected. Vincent actually pulled her hand away and shoved her back down to the bed, only to see her stripping her bottoms away.

Moving to the corner of the bed, he could not bring himself to even watch what she did, until moans came along calling his name.

Cindy (moaning): ‘Kor kor.. please?’

An unwilling look appeared on his face as he fought the temptation, knowing that he was safe in the room only he had the access card to. Cindy sat closer to him and held his hand in the most gentle fashion, bringing him to where her legs were parted.

Instinctively, he started moving around on her clit, making her moan even louder as her abs squeezed itself. Soon, he found himself lying next to her, masturbating for her while she wrapped her small hand around his member. His eyes were on his groin, admiring how her thin fingers failed to reach around his girth. It made him felt big.

As the side-by-side massage got intense, he poked his middle finger into Cindy and she grabbed his forearm tight, releasing at the same pace as his increasing thrusts. By then, she was wetting the sheets and he was as hard as steel, standing tall at 8 inches without any guilt holding him back.

Cindy (whispering): ‘Do you wanna fuck me?’
Vincent: ‘It won’t fit you. Don’t be silly. It’s gonna hurt a lot.’
Cindy: ‘How would you know?’

She stopped playing with his dick and adjusted the pillows to make herself more comfortable. Spreading her legs to do a horizontal split, Vincent recalled how proud his buddy was with his gymnastic daughter. Perhaps, just perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt her that much.

He went on his knees under her teenage hips and parked his mushroom head at her pussy, hands pushed against the bed by her ribs. Very slowly, he dipped his cock in and she breathed slowly, receiving inches of his dick in rhythmic thrusts.

Over a minute passed and it was then he could not see any of his shaft, fully buried in a girl over a decade younger than him. He could feel her pelvic bones, wrapped in a thin layer of flesh where her vagina wrapped him up in. As for Cindy, her eyes were barely normal whenever there was movements inside, and sentences were never completed in a single breath.

Cindy (panting): ‘Try.. fucking.. me.. ‘

Vincent grabbed both her ankles and brought them behind his back, giving her a break from the agonising split to accommodate his size. After all, he was already in right? The gradual tension built up in his loin but it never backed down from the tight-fitting pussy.

As he began thrusting, each strokes forced her pelvic muscles to widen and close, pushing her straight into orgasm with that perfect seal on his textured dick. Her groans never stopped coming once he started, ramming his full length into the petite school girl. Her pussy was stretched to its limits but it held up well, bombarding her with climaxes her breaking mind could not get enough of.

It didn’t take them more than ten minutes to have over five orgasms, and Cindy was near-unconscious when Vincent felt his urge coming. Not needed to say anything, he went all out after her fifth climax and abruptly pull out before shot. Cindy suddenly went into a fit when her body could not stop shaking, and all Vincent could do was to let her body did what was needed – to ride it all out.

She spent almost two minutes thrashing violently around, suddenly lying motionless but alive by moving her hands.

Cindy (weakly): ‘Shoot in my mouth. I want to taste kor kor for a bit.’

The worried guy felt better when he heard her, and went to her mouth to jerk himself off. A couple minutes of assisted handjob later, he placed his tip at her lips and she opened wide, to receive his huge load that was nothing less than a mouthful. She swallowed all of it and let him wear her bikini back, before he tucked her in into his queen sized bed.

Taking the pull-out mattress next to her, he went back to sleep and it wasn’t until dinner time did his friends woke him up with excited knocks.

Friend (shouting): ‘Dinner time! Vincent! Wake up leh! Wake Cindy up too!’

He woke up feeling refreshed like never before and walked Cindy out, where she cooked for all the people there and appeared to enjoy the staring eyes on her bikini-clad top.

Friend: ‘Ready to go? Cindy said you can help her in English ah? Her England damn bad man.’
Vincent: ‘Huh? My Engrish as good as you leh.’
Friend: ‘Don’t act la. You always score high in Ms. Lim’s classes. Can help me teach her?’

On the ride home in his friend’s car, Cindy’s hand never left Vincent’s arm as she made suggestive motions behind her dad, somewhat happy that he had agreed to tutor her in English. Would any tuition really happen? Or would it be him pounding that small girl senseless whenever there was no one home?

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Sick Cindy

Mr. Tay (shouting): ‘Cindy, are you alright?’

Two female students stood outside the toilet after Cindy spent over twenty minutes inside, worrying her classmates as she had fainted in there before. After a few frantic knocks from her science teacher, her voice broke the frightening silence and the cubicle door opened slowly.

Mr. Tay: ‘She’s fine girls. I’m going to bring her to the sick bay, she’s quite weak. Return to class and tell your next teacher Cindy won’t be there.’

They left him for class and he carried the feeble girl in his arms, taking great care not to knock her head against the door frame as he exited.

Cindy: ‘Mr. Tay, can you let me down? I need the toilet again.’
Mr. Tay: ‘What happened to you? Food poisoning?’

She stumbled into the staff toilet and Mr. Tay stood guard outside, telling her not to lock the door in case she needed help. Unknown to him, she had been masturbating in a drowsy mood from not eating well, and the brief moment he touched her thighs made her weaker than before.

Cindy (shouting): ‘Mr. Tay, are you there?’

The crumpled shirt teacher knocked twice before entering, only to get a shock when he saw her sitting on the toilet cover with her legs spread opened, hanging on the two handicap handrails. Quickly, he twisted the lock and grabbed her skirt from the sink, about to throw over her groin until she caught his fling.

Cindy: ‘No don’t.. I want you to see this.’

Her fingers went on to rub her shaved pussy before his wide eyes, but he wasn’t taking the bait from his student. Only when she moaned louder, did he cover his hand over her mouth, and forced his other hand over her moving one.

Mr. Tay: ‘Stop. What are you up to this time?’
Cindy: ‘I want you to fuck me. Or I will say that you molested me when I was sick.
Mr. Tay: ‘What?! I’ll get into trouble for this you know?’

She gently took his hand on her crotch and placed it directly on her pussy, pushing his middle finger onto her clit and moved it a little. Her body relaxed to his touches and his other hand was left on her chest, braless and having nipples poking at his palm.

Cindy (whispering): ‘Just help me out and I’ll never tell.’

To let her get a taste of how much it hurt to ask a grown up to finger her, he took his chance and stuck his thick middle finger in, thrusting slightly as her wet hole swallowed his finger. The moment he made his last inch disappear, Cindy moaned in a different, cuter tone, feeling her pussy pulsate to the foreign object piercing her repeatedly.

Cindy (moaning): ‘Take off your pants Mr. Tay. I want to see how big it is.’

He could not reject her request out of fear and lowered his pants to his ankles, walking closer to his sec two student so she could wrap her hand around it. Stroking his thick cock gracefully, her fingers barely touched each other around his shaft, turning him on even more. As pre-cum formed at the tip, he felt her getting wetter and hornier.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘Can I put it inside you?’
Cindy: ‘Of course cher.’

He easily carried her up and made sure she sat nearer to the edge, while he kneeled on the floor in front of her legs. Holding her waist firmly, her grip on his arms tightened as his cock slipped into her pussy, slowly consuming her with sex as inches disappeared into her.

The slow penetration gave Cindy time to calm her mind down, which was throbbing with lust due to his extreme size. Feeling every bumps on his cock, her vaginal walls couldn’t be any tighter around him.

Mr. Tay (whispering): ‘You’re fucking tight you know?’
Cindy (moaning): ‘It’s you who is too big.’

His hips started thrusting back and forth, plugging his cock deep into her pussy to set off a uptight yelp. Her ass kept rocking on the plastic cover as he pushed and pulled her on it, bringing her closer to orgasm each time. Within minutes, her legs wrapped around his back and arms threw themselves over his neck. The tiny body trembled uncontrollably in his arms as an orgasm rendered her weak, making him feel like a dad consoling his climaxing daughter.

Mr. Tay: ‘Feeling better?’
Cindy: ‘Good enough for doggie.’

He got on his feet and lifted her up, to turn her towards the wall behind the bowl. Holding her ass in his strong hands, he kept her knees together while he pierced his cock through her unprepared pussy. Right before she could scream, her mouth was covered by his hand and the merciless hip-to-hip slapping noises echoed in the cubicle.

Cindy (moaning): ‘You’re driving me crazy Mr. Tay!’
Mr. Tay (groaning): ‘Isn’t that what you want?’

He continued to pound her until she lost balance, but remained upright with his support. Her pussy was at its hardest orgasm and he was just ramming non-stop, completely letting go of his desires to hold back. Minutes passed like seconds as his cock swelled up in her small hole, bombarding her with orgasms following one after another.

In the midst of the crazy, all out sex, Mr. Tay was beginning to feel his urge coming, and Cindy was barely sober from the continuous attack of orgasms.

Mr. Tay: ‘I’M CUMMING NOW!’

She could not reply him in time and the forceful jerk buried him balls deep, unleashing his cum into her tiny frame. There was little resistance as she was too weak to fight back, and his hot semen just calmed her mind down more than if she was to just massage her clit after-sex.

The five minutes break went uninterrupted and he wore her clothes back after he got dressed, carrying her out of the toilet like a hero saving a beau. The on-duty female teacher took over the flushed faced, warm and sweaty girl and sent Mr. Tay away. For the rest of the day in the sick bay, Cindy drifted in and out of sleep, getting herself wet to the thoughts of Mr. Tay’s huge cock plunging her pussy over and over again.

The next day, Mr. Tay received a letter from Cindy, containing her phone number as well as a postal code and date-time. It was an ‘invite’ he could not refuse, or face unimaginable consequences from Cindy. What happened that day after school at a secluded void deck will be left to your imagination, but one thing for sure – Cindy was left at the stairs semi-conscious but dressed and satisfied, after Mr. Tay was done with her.

Frankly speaking, do you girls prefer to be exhausted and barely awake after sex? Or more energised and ‘ready for anything’?

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Too Young to Be

I knocked harder on the door after the first try, afraid to be seen standing outside as if I was up to something. After a few nerve wreaking seconds, the door opened to a surprise sight of a girl in school uniform.

Me: ‘Umm.. I am here for massage. Is this the right place?’
Girl: ‘J is it? Yeah yeah! Come in!’

I quickly stepped into the house and took my slippers off, looking around for someone who looked more capable of giving massages. She took my sling-bag off my shoulders and brought me into a bedroom, the wall in front of the bed covered in photos of the school girl and her company. A towel was handed to me and she went to the dressing table, untying her hair while looking at my blank face.

Jamie: ‘You can take everything off and use the towel there.’

While I hesitantly removed my clothes, she was unbuttoning casually and was stripping down to her undies before I got to mine. Walking towards me in her cute training bra and panties, she put my towel around me and squatted down, helping me get my underwear off my groin.

She threw another towel on the centre of her bed and asked me to lie face down, then proceeding to climb on top of me to start with my aching shoulders.

Me: ‘How old are you?’
Jamie: ‘Fifteen?’
Me: ‘And you have been doing this for long?’
Jamie: ‘Not really. You’re my first customer actually.’
Me: ‘Serious? Aren’t you afraid of letting strangers into your home? Your parents?’
Jamie: ‘I only have my mum. And she provides massage too. I know what happens behind the door.’

Right there, I couldn’t summon anymore questions and just let her take my stress away, stiff muscles succumbing to her skillful kneads and squeezes. Working her way down my back, she targeted each spot perfectly and I was ready to part with my hundred dollar out of the eighty bucks fixed rate. Once she managed to get my calves sore and weak, her next command really shook fear into my heart.

Jamie: ‘J.. turn over for me.’

I flipped onto my back and let her work on my thighs, far enough not to stir an erection. Feeling her knees just resting inches away from my manhood, she then removed the towel to cover my chest with it. Before my eyes, she trailed her fingernails up my inner thighs and poured some oil over my awakening cock.

Jamie: ‘Don’t worry k? I’m not charging you for this.’
Me: ‘WAIT! Stop! You are too young and your mum won’t.. won’t.. allow.. ‘

She saw my erection die down and promptly removed her bra, flashing a pair of perky fair boobs with a light pink cherry on top. My mind couldn’t fight the temptation at all and went back to pumping blood, reinforcing the stick that was rising in her hand. After she knew I had given in to her mentally, she went on to stroke my cock rhythmically, monitoring my facial expression while applying pressure at strange intervals.

Jamie: ‘Tell me when you are shooting k?’
Me: ‘I don’t think I can cum easily through handjobs. It might take.. argh.. ‘

She tightened her grip slightly and moved faster, while her other hand slipped into her own underwear. When she took out her webbed fingers, she got uptight and stood up on her feet, removing her panties while standing over me.

Jamie: ‘You’re the first guy to make me wet without me touching myself. Hehe. Let’s continue!’

Her strokes became slower as she listened more to my groans, half the time distracted as she touched herself between her legs.

Me: ‘Do you want me to help?’
Jamie: ‘You sure you know where to touch?’
Me: ‘Let me try?’

I let her lie in my post on her bed, switching roles like playful children. As soon as her legs opened for me, my finger dived into her clit and rubbed her fast and wild, scoring moans that sounded way younger than her speaking voice. Likewise, my cock was twitching non-stop to her voice, and she got more restless than before.

Jamie (weakly): ‘Let’s switch back. I have an idea.’

We returned to our initial position (me lying face up) and she sat on my lap, my dick pressed under her pussy lips and resting on her straightened fingers. Slowly, she rocked herself back and forth, using my shaft to stimulate her clit while I got to use her juices as lubricant. Our momentum grew intense to a point she was that close to riding me, but she never let her pussy moved too far forward.

Jamie (moaning): ‘Fuck! I’m cumming!’
Me (groaning): ‘Just keep going! I’m almost there.’

She slid her ass over my cock and onto my belly in one move, and caught my hand to rub her off using my thumb. Attacking her vulnerable spot, a gentle stream of love flowed across my belly to the sides, while she continued moaning her lungs out.

For an exhausted girl, she was quick to sit back down between my legs, and pumped my cock upright with both hands interlocked. As if I was in a pussy, the sensational handjob pushed me over the edge and the hot stream of cum launched into the air, landing on her hands that was gradually slowing down. Following the involuntarily nods of my dick, she squeezed my tube once at a time, until there was nothing coming out of me.

With her whole hand coated with my warm semen, she continued to jerk me at a constant speed, tuning my senses from a disinterested, numb one to get a shortcut to my next ejaculation. Magically arriving at my second load, I was pleading for a gear change when she picked up speed.

Jamie: ‘Just. cum whenever k? Make sure you are empty inside.’

I let off a deep groan when the eruption happened again, pouring lava out of the tip over her fingers and my shaft. Once my body was cleansed, she cleaned me up with my towel, and brought me into the shower for a thorough wash. Feeling her hands running all over my sensitive body, it was hard not to get hard, but my mind knew I had already taken a bite of the forbidden fruit.

Me: ‘Here. Keep the change.’
Jamie: ‘Really? Thank you! You know, I think I’m lucky you are a shuai ge, and don’t want to try massaging random guys anymore. If you want, we can go out together one day!’

We exchanged our first kiss at the doorstep and I left happy, in fact, all my muscles left happy, except for the one in my pants who is too tired to think. After that day, we did hang out, but nearby her area and out of sight. Though there wasn’t anymore massages from her, we still managed a little work out together when her mum attends off-site appointments.

You guys call such situations – playing with fire?

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Swim Lessons

Gina: ‘Kor kor!’
Me: ‘Yes?’
Gina: ‘You know how to swim right? Can teach me?’
Me: ‘Huh? Now?’
Gina: ‘Later tonight la. Less people won’t so pai seh. I want to learn leh.’
Me: ‘Ok. I’ll text you later.’

My fifteen year old neighbour caught me at the right time just as I returned home from work, in her usual oversized shirt that she wear around the condo. Taking my time to change out of my working attire, I took a few bites out of the sandwich I brought back home, catching up with work on my laptop.

At 8.30pm, my doorbell rang and it was then I realised I forgot about her. Letting her into my apartment, I changed into a pair of beach shorts and singlet, walking the petite secondary school girl to our swimming pool.

There, she removed her shirt to prying eyes, a one piece swimwear that had a little skirting around her hips made her look as if she wore a mini dress. We got into the pool as mummies brought their kids and husbands home, probably to prevent them from feasting their eyes on an underage girl.

Gina: ‘Okay. What’s first?’
Me: ‘Holding breath underwater. Take a mouthful of air and go down. Remember to blow bubbles slowly out of your mouth. See who can last longer.’

She held my wrist I positioned at the edge of the pool and dived down with me, watching me closely as I remained underwater while she jumped up. It took her a few tries before she learnt the ropes, and the excitement in grasping that skill could be felt in her eager voice.

Gina: ‘This is fun! What’s next?’
Me: ‘Frog-style. Also known as breaststroke.’

I swam against the wall in slow-mo to let her see how it was done above waters, and below. After a few strokes, she replicated the kicks perfectly but could not stay afloat. I went next to her and supported her belly, while her poorly coordinated arms splashed around.

Not wanting her to learn the wrong things, I used one hand to hold her afloat, and use the other to guide one of her arm. In under a minute, she was doing it right. We moved on to freestyle and I did the same, holding her belly as she kicked fast.

In an attempt to take a shortcut, we turned towards the open waters and I held her armpits, turning her sideways to let her catch her breaths. Each sideway flip had caused her nipples to rub against my hips unknowingly, and she was breathless before we even got to her arms.

In a corner of the pool, she was going non-stop about her progress, and it made me felt good to know I could do something for her too.

Gina: ‘Kor kor, you know. When you hold my arms during freestyle, my nipples touched you and it felt funny.’
Me: ‘It’s an accident luh. I’ll stand in front of you next time.’
Gina: ‘No no. It’s not anything bad. It feels kinda comfortable.’
Me: ‘Ok! TMI! Let’s rest for a while more and continue.’

I relaxed myself with my head on the edge, and the eerie silence from her got my attention. When I looked at her, she was right next to me, and her hand landed on my groin to force my floating body downwards.

Me: ‘Eh!’
Gina: ‘Just want to know how it feels like ma.’

She did a frogstyle kick backwards at me and we were forced into a corner, with her butt grinding my crotch to an unwanted erection. When she felt it, not only did she hold it through my shorts, she moved her hand up and down and made me push her away.

Me: ‘We can’t do this la.’
Gina (whispering): ‘Why?’

This time, she stood in front of me and held my elastic waistband open, sticking her hand into my raging hard on. Right then at ten, the lights at the pool shut off and my hands went around her back, hugging her close as my thumb moved over her nipples.

Gina (whispering): ‘Are they hard?’
Me (whispering): ‘Yes.’

My shorts were stepped to my knees under her feet and she went neck deep into the waters, black swimwear disappearing into her skin’s shade of nude. Her breasts were in my hands getting massaged like what she was doing to my cock, up down, slowly and carefully.

Gina (whispering): ‘I want to know how sex feels like.’
Me (whispering): ‘You can finger yourself right?’
Gina (whispering): ‘That’s not sex.. ‘

She swam into my arms and I slanted my body so we would be underwater. Climbing over my waist and holding my neck for support, she shifted the part blocking her pussy away so my cock could stick under it. With her legs wrapped around my waist, her body slowly sank lower, engulfing my rod in the warmest part of the pool.

Gina (moaning): ‘Ahh.. you’re so warm inside me.’
Me (gasping): ‘I know right?’

She fell forward towards my head and we kissed for the first time, to the beginning of an affair her parents must never find out. Bouncing her silently in the still water, her pussy got tighter as my cock pierced into her over and over again.

Gina (whispering): ‘Ever gone into the sauna room here?’
Me: ‘Nope. You?’
Gina: ‘Let’s go explore.’

We got dressed as quickly as possible and went into the common steam room, empty and dark if not for the corridor lights. In there, we stripped and left our clothes outside, bringing only our towels in. Hot as hell, she resumed riding atop me without the resistance of water this time, going faster and harder than ever. Moans filled the room like how quickly her juices were leaking all over my legs, bodies turning red from the double dose of sweltering steam bath.

After her legs grew tired, I carried her to another corner and left her in doggie. My cock ripped her small, tight hole apart and started off the fierce sex with her screams. Less than a minute later, it was just sensual moans and dirty talks for me to go faster.

For a small framed girl like Gina, the size of a mature male was too much for her to handle, causing orgasms that came one after another to tremble her body. By the time I was almost cumming, she had gone quiet but still making purr-like moans.

Me: ‘I’m going to cum soon Gina.’
Gina: ‘Wait.. ‘

She turned around to look at me, seated at my dick’s line of fire. Taking my throbbing cock in her hand, she began licking it and moved on to using her mouth, sucking in long, deep strokes just to see my weaker side.

Me (calmly): ‘Shooting now.’

She used her hand to jerk me off into her mouth and masturbated herself at the same time, giving me a sight of her three tired fingers rubbing her sore, reddish clit.

After I was done, I went to turn on the lights and saw her let my cum dribbled out of her lips, in a playful manner before she sucked them all back. Swallowing a few times, she cleared her throat and threw her towel around her body.

Gina: ‘Let’s shower together.’

In the men’s room, two pairs of feet appeared and disappeared under the door as another round of sex happened, screaming in silence and moaning in gasps of air. When we returned home, we were both exhausted but all her parents had were thanks for me, for teaching their daughter how to swim.

The next day, Gina appeared in my door with packets of roti prata, parents waving to me behind her as they wore their shoes.

Gina’s Mum: ‘Gina bought you breakfast. Don’t make a mess in other people’s house k? Bye J! Thanks for taking care of her.’

They left my sight before I could reply and Gina hopped into my house, taking her oversized shirt off to reveal her happy state of nakedness in my living room.

Gina: ‘Let’s eat naked!’

Guess what did I eat first?

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Sister’s Inside Job

Stepping into a small and bare house, my sister introduced me to her friend, Elise, whom she thought could use some free tuition I was giving to her. As if my sister was in her own home, she went into Elise bedroom after an exchange of whisper, then calling out to me that she was going to take a nap.

For a start, I wasn’t qualified as a teacher for any subjects, due to my poor results. But acting as a guide to logically explain answers and methods was still not beyond my means. So, the two of us, Elise and I, took our seats in the living room, the only available room apart from her parents’ in the three room flat.

At the beginning, things were pretty awkward without any knowledge of her background. But slowly, we spoke about ourselves as we attempted questions together, learning from our mistakes to understand better. Surprisingly, Wolfram Alpha was our best help and we wore out quickly from the endless problem solving questions.

Elise: ‘Your sister didn’t tell you about me?’
Me: ‘Nope. Just that you come from a poor family, no offense, and is more guai than her. Haha.’

To think back, we had met a few times when I picked my sister up from school, being more of ‘along the way’ rather than specially fetching the 16 year old rebellious girl. Elise was way quieter and wasn’t that outspoken, until we knew each other better.

Elise: ‘You have a girlfriend? Most guys your age will be marrying soon right?’
Me: ‘Nah. Still looking. And not enough savings yet.’
Elise: ‘She also said you brought a few girls home before?’
Me: ‘My ex lo. A few ex. I’m not that desperate k?’

She returned to the messily scribbled foolscap paper and stared aimlessly at it. Meanwhile, I gave in to my aching tummy and blew their toilet up, even moaning too loud when I relieved my exploding bladder. When I returned to the living room, she was at the sofa, fidgeting awkwardly.

Once I went up to her side, my overcasting shadow shocked her into pulling her hand out from under her oversized blue Dri-Fit class tee, fingers rubbing around her hems to possibly dry them.

Me: ‘You okay? Eh. We are adults here right? Don’t tell me you just.. ‘
Elise (whispering): ‘Yeah.. yes.’

The innocent looking girl never looked into my eyes when she lifted her shirt. Which I paid no attention to, thinking that she must have worn a pair of shorts since there were guests coming over. Instead, a pair of blue panties with a darker patch lined the groin area, spreading outwards to her thighs.

Elise then proceeded to pull them off as if I wasn’t there, stuffing it behind her back while I turned away.

Elise: ‘Sorry.’

She slanted her body towards me and shifted back, telling me that the space was for me. How could I not know where was this headed for? When she carefully picked my wrist up, I was somewhat frightened. Well, not really frightened, but just unsure if I should be doing this at all. This wasn’t like some porno flick where a student seduces a teacher, it was happening right there. The most unimaginable, studious girl-next-door actually stripped her intimate wear in front of me.

Elise (whispering): ‘Just put it here k?’

My palm rested on a smooth, level piece of her skin while my fingers were pushed between her legs, dipping into some of her slimy wetness. She leaned towards me and reached for my shorts, one suitable only for going downstairs to the mama shop. She easily pushed her fingers through the overstretched waistband (which was also extra comfy on the waist), reaching my cock in under a few seconds.

Throughout the time I saw her panty-less till then, my little head was already rising to the commotion. The inexperienced hand grabbed my rod and moved downwards, painfully prying the dry foreskin from my penile head.

Me: ‘Ouch.. stop first. It’s a little painful.’

The curious girl started to bend her back at my groin, forcefully stretching my pants to see what was wrong. Instead of letting her explore clueless, I quickly slouched lower and dropped my shorts to my hips, just enough to let my dick breath.

Me: ‘This part. It’s too dry.’

The change in her expression suddenly stopped her movements. From the start, it was as if she knew what to do, and then, all of a sudden, she was lost.

Elise: ‘How now? Can use my.. water?’
Me: ‘I haven’t tried that before’

When she positioned herself to climb over me, I had no choice but to hold her waist to stop her. Was this an attempt to take a shortcut? What was she thinking (as if we could be any more wrong coming this far).

Elise: ‘Wait wait. Just relax first.’

She bent my dick onto my belly before I let her down slowly, watching her transfer her juices by hand. When our genitals got too close, that was when she had a stroke of genius, applying her ‘water’ by simply gliding her pussy along my shaft.

Just as that was happening, moans started coming from her mouth, combined with weakening arms supporting her upper body. Both her arms went around my neck before I could react, but my hands could still control how high her hips rocked.

Body-to-body, the unlikely teasing actually felt really good, like a massage between two soft folds of meat. As my eyes shut themselves to the heavenly treat, she gradually raised her hip movements, until I felt my tip poke into a tiny warm hole.

Me: ‘Eh eh! Stop!’

I couldn’t sink my butt any deeper into the couch as she lowered herself, devouring my cock into an overwhelmingly tight hole. It was contracting wildly on my shaft, and an uncontrollabl shiver was felt across her waist.

Elise (moaning): ‘Fuck.. it feels so good!’

Her knees began to lift and drop her body, slamming my cock into her adjusting cunt. It soon felt more comfortable, not that any sex could be uncomfortable, as her body accommodated my size.

Seeing how high she was, I spun my body to the longer end of the couch and let her fall. Now pinning her with my weight, I hammered the skinny girl’s body without any creaking noises, all thanks to the old leather sofa that was built from sturdy material.

Plunging my cock into her was the worst torture I had been through. She came easily to my size and just kept getting tighter, no matter how slow I went. My mind just kept telling me to go ‘once more’ each time I wanted to rest. Finally, I yanked myself out out of desperation, only to see her replace my cock with her fingers.

Elise (whispering): ‘Don’t stop J.’

She clamped her hand with her legs and flipped over for me, knees spreading as wide as the couch get. Her webbed fingers then tried to reach for my cock behind her, but couldn’t wait and rubbed her clit every once in a while.

At last, I stopped teasing her and pushed my dick into her palm, quickly guided into her pussy that had loosened a little. This time, I grabbed her tiny waist tightly and plummeted deep into her, sending moans and groans around the house. I increased my speed as she climaxed over and over again, determined to wear her out with this intense session of pure sex.

Her weak arms soon collapsed to her weight, and I held her hips high to keep going. After two full minutes of crazy deep thrusts, my little head could take no more of her virgin-like tightness, and counted down for the eruption.

Me: ‘Elise, I’m going to shoot!’

I let myself fall back to whatever space left on the couch and her body leaned to the backrest, catching all the lost breath that was pounded out of her. Elise tiredly returned to lie flat in front of me, trying to hide her weakness with a faint smile. I climbed over her chest without putting any weight on her, and both her hands came to jerk me off.

Still well lubricated, I just needed to recompose myself, and be ready to redirect the cumshot if she pointed it elsewhere. A couple minutes passed before I felt my climax creep up from my spine, as if a SuperSoaker was being pumped for maximum fatality.

Me: ‘Okay okay.. shooting shooting.’

I bent forward over the armrest and stuck my cock into her mouth, where she sucked like a baby while her index and thumb continued to work. Alas, my hips buckled and sweet, hot, honeydew puree squirt into her mouth, pushing it down her throat with every unintentional jerks.

When I lifted myself away from her, she pinched her fingers across her lips to catch whatever I missed, and took her cup of Milo to help swallow it. As pleased as I was, my sister’s presence then occurred to me, that she had probably heard it all.

I put on Elise’s panties for her and returned my clothes to their original position, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Elise brought her cup of Milo into her bedroom where my sister slept, and came out with her and an empty cup.

When mei washed the cups in the kitchen, did Elise found a chance to tell me something – that she did not swallow, and spat my cum into the Milo my sister drank.

Sister: ‘You two had sex right! Orh hor!’
Me: ‘Eh. Don’t anyhow say hor.’
Sister: ‘Haha. Actually, I’m the one who taught her how to seduce you de la. Men are all the same ma. Plus she has a crush on you.’

The last part got me to hold her hand in a loving manner, pecking on the back of her palm as a sign of affection. After that, she went into her room, and reappeared with a nice, pink dress that left her slender shoulders exposed.

Sister: ‘Okay! Over to my place!’

The girls held hands and skipped out of the house after me, teasing me with questions about how the sex went as if I just fucked myself. Wait, maybe I did fuck myself.

The days spent with Elise was filled with excitement and joy, experimenting outdoor sex and toys and fetishes only girls her age had energy to keep up with.