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Four-teen Circumstances

(Female voice) ‘Umm. Hi! Jaden?’

‘Yeah.. Sin Yee?’

‘Yupp!’

As happy as he was to see an actual girl showing up instead of some catfish, Jaden was particularly concerned about how ‘young’ she looked. Dressed in a puffy, white, spaghetti-strap dress that couldn’t ecentuate her small-ish breasts, Sin Yee was, underaged at the very least.

(Jaden asked) ‘Are you eighteen yet?’

‘Mmm.. Seventeen! Is that OK?’

Although he didn’t quite believed her answer, he didn’t spend too much time worrying about that once she slipped her arms under his, leading him into the mall where they were going to catch a movie. After getting a box of popcorn to share, they entered the theatre and sat near the wall, wasting no time to make themselves comfortable as the show began.

Watching closely as she perched her feet onto the seat to escape the cold ground, he was treated to the rare sight of a ‘live’ upskirt event, even if she was too young for comfort. As the movie progressed, they became more flirtatious, from feeding each other popcorns to fingers, and holding hands to guiding hands (into their respective underwear).

By the time he was writhing in his seat, hips twitching uncontrollably to her spiteful handjob, she was in a similarly dazed state, panting to his every thrust and flick (of his fingers) in her pussy. Before the movie was over, they left the hall and went straight to the highest floors, for the baby rooms and toilets among the offices that were vacant over the weekend.

Upon entering a baby (or family) room, Xin Yee recklessly took her dress off and reveal the training bra underneath, triggering a previously-unknown, unstoppable, force in Jaden. He stripped his bottoms off at the same speed and they immediately locked their lips in fiery passion, trading saliva as their hands uselessly toyed with each others’ privates.

Once she was dripping wet, and him throbbinghard, he led her to the toilet bowl and sat her down, standing between her legs with those pussy lips spread too far for any last-minute regret. Resuming their french kiss, he aligned their genitals with a far-bend of his knees, and tucked his dick-head into her pussy, being extra careful to execute those short, shallow thrusts in accordance with whichever moans, groans, or gasps she breathed into his mouth.

After a few minutes of ‘careful’ penetration, he was finally deep enough inside her, to make some long, proper strokes that really took her breaths away. One thrust at a time, she gradually let go of her body as he ravished her like the princess she was, hips rocking back and forth to his soft, graceful pounding.

As tight as she was, he had grown ignorant about her age, a fact that would be more dangerous if he ever seek the truth in. In time, he flipped the thin, little girl over onto her belly and fucked her in standing-doggystyle over the bowl, until an unannounced orgasm almost crumble her into a pile. It was apparant that that beautiful, terrifying sensation had an effect on her when she started rubbing her clit for the first time during sex, to trigger yet another climax that she immensely enjoyed.

A while later, she asked to ‘try’ the cowgirl-stance and not only did she impressed him by how quickly she ‘mastered the waves’, she was also leaking quite a bit of juices over his groin and balls. Half-riding and half-rubbing herself, the hyperactive girl came a few more times before his timer was up. At his timely warning, she nonchalantly dismounted him and swiftly surprised him (again), with a blowjob so sloppy that he couldn’t tell was just too good or simply a mess for a first-timer.

Nonetheless, after ten or so minutes, he guided her to use only her hands to jerk him off, and respectfully kept her updated as his moment arrived.

(Jaden moaned) ‘Cumming.. I’m cumming soon. Kee.. eep.. ssshit shit.. I’ M CUMMING!’

Just as his hips buckled for a powerful orgasm, Sin Yee slipped her lips over his cock and contained the explosive, gooey, organic debris, to the extremely-grateful look that Jaden unconsciously had on his face. After swallowing his cum without demand, she licked him clean and even provided a massage to calm his senses.

(Sin Yee asked) ‘Will we do this again?’

(Jaden asked tiredly) ‘Do you want to?’

‘Yes please.’

Just like that, the couple went for a quick meal before they headed back up, for one of the baby rooms that none of them had entered before. Spacious, padded, and shrouded in sensual, warm lighting, the pair went at it again and drove each other wild at their ‘first’ position they did on the bed – 69. None of them would submit to the other person and when the both of them did so simultaneously, it was only after they both came at the same time.

Luckily, as young teenagers, they had ample stamina to last till the mall’s closing time. While he was emptied beyond exhaustion, she was filled to the brim with joy, lust, and a mild addiction she didn’t notice exist yet.

Before they parted ways, she had one more message for Jaden.

(She whispered) ‘If you don’t keep fucking this fourteen-year-old, guess who’s going to jail?’

With a wink, she skipped away in the direction of her home and Jaden just stood in his spot dumbfounded, unsure of what to do with his current-girlfriend.

After two days of consecutive fuck-date, she brought him to a women’s clinic and put herself on long-term contraceptive, as an early birthday-present for that resilient, careless boy.

Besides the ambiguity of her age, Sin Yee was, a gorgeous lady in the making, and knowing how sexually-wild and dedicated she can get to ‘retain-and-conquer’ a loved one, there wasn’t enough reason to stay with his then-girlfriend.

Undoubtedly, the younger of the girls would make his life ‘hell’, though mostly described with the words, ‘pleasurable’, ‘insatiable’, ‘absurd, ‘exhausting’, ‘unbearable’, ‘crazy’, ‘merciless’, ‘help’, ‘me’ and ‘please’.

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Ol’ Days

‘Stand still and?’

(I replied) ‘.. don’t make a sound.. ‘

I was just pleased to get that answer right despite what she was about to do to me, was totally wrong. At that age, I certainly did not know what was ‘that whole thing’ called, and to make matters worse, it made me felt good.

Within minutes of reaching that second-top-most floor where only one of the units were occupied, she had unbuttoned my school shorts, and lowered them to my ankles for me to stand in. My tiny underwear, went down to my knees and remained there, while she gave my weiner a ‘physical’.

Once she was satisfied with my cleanliness, she popped it into her mouth and did weird things to it, mostly using her tongue to swirl, prod, and tickle the tip which made me felt a little dazed. Whenever I looked down (at her), she was always eyeing me, some times in smiles, other times emotionless.

It didn’t take long for me to big and hard, giving her more area to drag her lips along. The wetter I was, the faster she was, the better I felt. My small body (back then) was too easy to hold up, in those instances where I swayed a little off balance.

She would keep moving her mouth up and down, sucking extra hard to make me groan, once in a while not stopping until I begged her to. Repeating that same up-down, in-out motion over and over again, I took about ten minutes to get that rush of energy, building up in my loin before something came forcefully out of the tip.

For one, I never saw what came out throughout the duration she was with us, and not once did she let any of it out her lips. Once done with me, she helped wore my pants back and we returned home, to homemade food I was always so famished for.

When there was no one home, she would take off her shorts and do the housework like that, in just a baggy, oversized shirt. Seeing her bare breasts was a daily occurence, no matter if there was anyone else.

After dinner, she would always help me with my homework, then massaging me through my shorts while she checked it. My mind, had accustomed ‘pleasure’, with the sexual motion of her hand stroking it up and down. Since more length would mean more surface area, it had became some sort of second nature to keep erected whenever she was nearby.

My parents, they would always go to bed first, partly due to my strange interest in the debate programme after ten o’clock news. And like how she has taken care of me wholeheartedly, she was right next to me, playing with my cock while I stayed engrossed.

At the end of the day, she brought me to bed and tucked me in, minus the lower parts of the blanket that she raised above my waist. From where I laid, I could really see much, but that was also part of the thrill, of ‘sensing’ everything instead of watching her.

She would place her palm near my mouth, for me to spit into, then combining it with her share, she would rub that warm mock tail over my boyhood while jerking it. Once I was hard as a rock, she popped it into her mouth again and sucked on it until I came.

I never had one sleepless night with her, and would always fall asleep before she left the room. In the morning, on days I didn’t have P.E., she would wake me up earlier than usual, to shower, clothe, and feed me.

Going back to that top-floor unit, she would meet her hometown friend, with their daughter in her friend’s hand. Right at that doorstep, my pants would be lowered in front of all of them, though I had long gotten over the embarrassment. Even that little girl, wasn’t shy to ‘do as they told’, playing with my willy until her helper took over.

Needless to say, the morning-load was always small, but clearly sufficient enough for them to giggle over. In return, I would touch her girl under the dress, hitting sweet spots she would have that mental struggle to push me away or pull me closer.

It wasn’t until when I attended the compulsory sex-ed in school, did I have any hesitation about what I had done all along. That piece of memory, was as bright as day as I faced my fourteen-year-old neighbour again. She too, had attended some classes on that.

After some awkward, back-and-forth stutter, we decided to just touch each other like usual, except that we kissed, and let our genitals did the ‘finger work’.

Over the few months our helpers were still with us, we spent most of the ten minutes we met daily morning, to resist ourselves from doing anything more. The furthest we had gone, was using our mouths. You know, to do some blowjobs and cunnilingus.

Once we were allowed to go to school on our own, we still met outside her door, to do the same things. About a month later, in our free time, we found the top-most floor to be completely vacant, like there were no flats there.

It became our new ‘playground’, at times getting completely naked to satisfy each other. That was also the place we took each other’s virginity, going all wild and uncontrollable the moment we had penetrative sex.

Now that we are together, that floor remained as our outdoor-sex venue, for times when both our parents were home. To think back about it, it was pretty crazy for two ten-year-olds to be doing adult stuff for over ten years, from our ‘illegal’ to ‘legal’ age.

Whom should we blame, or thank for this?

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Hii Boyfiee

(She asked) ‘Do you want me to suck you?’

‘Then? 我自己吸自己啊？’
Translation: Then? Am I sucking myself?

Letting loose a chuckle before going onto her knees, Liting was still fully clothed in her blue, school uniform. Their relationship, was quite the weird one where he, was a 18 year old real-world free-loader, not having done anything substantial for the past few years, while she, is still studying in a neighbourhood secondary school.

The only knowledge her friends had of him, was that he actually chatted her up, flirted a little, and brazenly asked for her number, to which she casually gave. Although everyone else had too many reasons to why they shouldn’t be together, Liting saw none of their logic.

With the TV playing loudly behind her, she tied her hair into a messy ponytail before bending her chest over, placing her mouth directly above his engorged, veiny cock. From the months they had been together, she was taught everything he liked his ‘woman’ to do, and that slithering, joyous tongue lapping his dickhead surely proved the effectiveness of his ‘teachings’.

Moments after she covered him in saliva, her lips made a perfect seal at the tip before she slid it downward, unintentionally diverting his attention from the TV show. Seated upright, he placed both hands over her head and ‘bounced’ her a little, assisting her blowjob with that bit of resistance she was used to ‘fight’.

The first shot, would always go into her mouth, and that day was no different either. Interchanging between the ‘bounce’ and ‘hip thrust’, she just took everything he gave neatly into her mouth, though she didn’t quite like it when he poked down her throat.

‘不要跟我吐出来啊。’
Translation: Don’t you spit it out.

Very un-affectionately, he just pushed her as deep as she could take him, leaving her just a tiny gap to breathe and avoid choking on his throbbing manhood. Once the first shot was fired, he slumped back into the couch and watched her removed her shorts (and panties) from underneath her skirt.

After raising them above her sweet, small ass, she opened her legs to straddle onto his lap, shifting backwards an inch at a time until she felt his weiner against her butt. It was still her, who did most of the work of tucking it under her pussy, then tiptoeing to ‘lift her pussy over his cock’.

By relaxing her arms, she slowly let herself down over his dick, obliviously cringing and writhing to the intense sensations following a penetration. Once everything was in place, she began riding him as she too, fixated her eyes on the TV.

Rocking her pussy back and forth, she made sure his dick scrapped and stroked against the deepest spot of her vagina, shaft taking great care of her G-spot as she moaned and whimpered shyly to herself.

That afternoon, was one that he felt like doing some work. And he did so by grabbing onto her waist as he stood on his feet, almost bending her 0° with her head over the coffee table. She used her hands to support her upper-body as he jerked and thrust his hips, ramming that 6-inch long penis deeply into her developing body.

Pumping non-stop, she was trembling in pleasure, from the continuous waves of electrifying goodness that pulsate through her spine.

‘我现在射了！’
Translation: I’m gonna shoot now!

He grunted as he made the hardest, most powerful strokes into her pussy, that were swiftly followed by intense squirts into her small vaginal opening. Just like how a teacup can only hold so much tea, long, stringy strands of bodily fluid started leaking out of her pussy, soiling the floor between their feet.

He wasted no time in pulling out of her and sank back into the couch, while she fumbled for the box of tissue to clean up her mess. Barely after she put her panties back on, she was at his beck and call again.

‘爹，爽吗？我们晚点再来。’
Translation: Father, does it feel good? Let’s do it again later.

‘OI! Want to call call Daddy, don’t ‘father’ me. EEEYERR!’

Her reply in British-accented Mandarin had somehow backfired but it didn’t dampen her mood. She then skipped into the kitchen to whip up a meal, for that strangely-charming, uncouth man.

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Grateful Toy

It was two minutes past four when Ling showed up, with a scrounged-up bundle of shorts and panty in her hand. After setting her school bag down, she shoved her innerwear into it and skipped straight to me, confidently planting a kiss on my cheeks. Once the ‘formalities’ were done, she turned her back towards me, placed her hands behind, and easily yanked my shorts down far enough to reach my growing manhood.

In under a minute, we were duly-undressed for accessibility, and it took her no more than ten seconds, to get my hardness up to point. Once I was at her preferred size, she flipped her skirt up, leaned her ass on my cock, and began her little ‘challenge’ to bend me low enough to reach her pussy.

No doubt strange, it was her habit to ‘use’ me for a while, rubbing my shaft along her pussy and over her clit until we both felt juices running. The rest, was still in her control as she tipped just a little bit forward, hold my erection in place, before falling backwards again.

Like almost every time, I pierced right straight in, giving her that little shock she seemingly enjoyed, but still needed some time to get over. With her vaginal walls slowly relaxing around my cock, I held her tiny waist and made small, slow thrusts, stretching her deeper before anything else.

At the moment she raised her arms to push against the railings in front of her, I took my hands off, and fished out my vape for a short drag. Shrouded in heavenly clouds bearing a mango scent, she skilfully rocked her ass front-and-back, delivering sensations not too different from wearing a condom, lubricated on the inside, over my dong repeatedly.

Such closeness, tightness, and true-to-her-emotions moans, was only possible because of her, and her undying spirit to engage in our unhealthy activity. As she jerked her hips faster and harder, it couldn’t be helped that she could only endure that much, before reaching the her limit.

As I replaced my hands on her shoulder, she tightened her grasp on the rails in readiness, for my turn. My mind, seeing my wide, thick hips pressed against her tiny, fair butt, delivered more blood to my little head, causing her to squirm to that ‘small’ growth inside her.

Starting slow, I gradually increased the speed I rammed her pussy at, until it was borderline violent, justified only by how much more wetter she was getting. Uncaring for her orgasms, I just went at it with however much stamina I had for the day, slapping our hips together while she savoured the mini-convulsions.

‘Ka.. come.. ingggghhhhh!’, one word turned into three when her body turned stiff, then later plunging me into agony with that impossibly-tight contraction. Unrelenting to her ‘signs of resistance’, I made large, deep strokes into her pussy and split her vaginal walls apart – over and over again.

As she neared the second orgasm, I felt my own end as well. Like every time we did it, I wouldn’t cum any how else. Once I froze my movements and called out my demise, she rubbed herself to the second climax before pushing me out. Falling onto her knees, she took my drenched cock into her mouth hugged my thighs, giving me free reign to feed her as far down as my meat could reach.

Within two minutes, the teary-eyed girl widened her jaw, glanced up at me, and smiled as she was grateful while I buckled, thereafter sending multiple warm load of cum into her throat. On my ‘way out’, she vacummed the last drop out of me, licked me clean of her fluids, and swallowed.

The next few minutes were hers to straighten herself up, reapply the light-pink lipstick I erased. It wasn’t everyday that I felt like going for a second round, but it was one of those times she had stood/ leaned in a specific way, that encouraged me to reenter her from behind.

So while she tided everything I messed up, I went at it in standing-doggystyle. It took me another ten, intense minutes, before I cried ‘cum’ again. This time, like every ‘second’ round, I came inside her. Despite her lack of panties, none of it leaked.

‘I’m throwing my fifteenth birthday party this weekend. Can you be there and bring that.. that thing along?’

‘Sure. Where is there?’

‘**S Hotel.’

Who could have expected her to remember that ‘thing’, which I used to make her – her.

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Troubled Double

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Somehow, despite being almost three decades older than her, I still couldn’t resist smiling at her delightful approach, half-skipping and half-walking as she tried to contain her excitement. Even I, couldn’t comprehend how a weary, married man, who smokes nightly at the staircase, has caught her attention, let alone interest, her.

In her usual outfit of an oversized t-shirt and loose, high-cut FBTs, she wasted no time in stepping up to me, stole a kiss, and began roaming her hands over the black office pants I had been running about in for the whole day.

Within moments, she has unclasped, unbuttoned, and unzipped enough, to stick a hand straight into my underwear for my flaccid penis. It was one of her quirks, to keep a close eye on my facial expression as she massaged my manhood. Her eyes, were also fascinating to watch, as they lit up to my exasperated sighs, muffled moans, and the occasional loud, pent-up breaths.

Strangely, there was nothing I was allowed to do on my part, having been slapped away on my past attempts to reciporate any of the affection she showed me. That said, I had not forgotten the one time she spoke about it, mainly being concerned for my safety as a ‘grown-up laying hands on a juvenile’. As ‘high’ as I was, that particular message was one that didn’t fade in terms of seriousness, no matter how tempted I was.

After stroking me for a short few minutes, she helpfully dressed me up again, leaving only the zipper undone so she could continue with her activity. It was then she took my phone out of my back pocket, and turned on the video-recording function before she placed it at a strategic angle that capture all the naught that she was about to unleash. Once again, that was done for my protection, if I was ever alleged for related crimes.

With everything in place, she went onto her knees and lapped my cock up like a juicy sausage, while I habitually lit another cigarette. Starting with the sides, she basically covered the entire exterior with saliva before she popped the little head into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop to my erratic breaths that I was struggling to catch.

That alone, would be all she needed for motivation, sensing how she gradually took me deeper into her mouth with every gasp she caused. From my height, if I looked down at her, it was honestly a wretched sight, that I just couldn’t stop nor deny by simply how good it felt. Watching her taking it deep, as if it had some sort of flavour, made me felt powerful, in a way that was of course, sick.

Once I got to the size that she would gag a little to, she led me to the steps where I was invited to sit, for her to also sit, albeit facing me, with her feet apart, aside my hips. Very slowly, she lowered herself over my cock at the same time she rubbed her clit, until she was all the way down, and leaking an unnatural amount of juices.

That queer reflex of hers, somehow made the entire ‘ride’ less sore once she began bouncing, atop my lap to slide her entire depth of her vagina up and down my plump, uncut cock. Although she was still ‘tight’, it wasn’t as bad as the first time we did it, with us sustaining some abrasions.

From this point onwards, I just laid back and relaxed as she bounced, hopped, and rocked her butt against my groin, reapplying her love-juice over and over again along every inches of my cock. At that instant she felt tighter, I squeezed my pelvic muscles, to maintain a hardness for her to ride on until I ached from her pelvic bones, pinching me through the thin walls of her vagina.

(In her panting voice) ‘Uncle.. I’ll come first k?’

Without waiting for my reply, she replaced a finger over her clit and glared into my eyes, biting her lips as her face tensed up. After a minute or so, her head swung backwards as her body trembled sheepishly, not to dissimilar to a mini-shiver when you pee.

In another minutes’ time, she was back to a smiley, though dishevelled mood, readjusting her feet so she could do a half-squat over my hips. For support, she interlocked her fingers behind my neck, and swiftly initiated the mind-blowing, senses-overwhelming ride where she twerked her pussy violently over my cock.

Besides the hot flashes, my mind repeated plummet in and out of consciousness, represented by black and white, as she fucked me beyond her physical limit. Bombarded by her rampant speed, and the intentional squeezing of her PC muscles that was both unbelievably hot and wet, I soon lost control of my major muscle groups.

Under the mercy of her smooth, young pussy, I was driven to my wits end as I convulsed, though not too fiercely. For some reason, I lasted longer than the days before, and she seemed to be enjoying it as well, in her own world.

Succumbing to her subsequent, rocking-grinding maneuver, I managed to call her out before our eyes met momentarily, or rather, for as long as she executed her last few strokes. Unlike her orgasm, it was a somewhat peaceful, classical-music moment when I came, piping my cum out into her readied, throbbing vagina that warmly received the load.

The next thirty seconds, were spent in a blissful silence as she calmed herself down, to hold all of my load. As for the few blobs that seeped out of her when she picked herself up, they quickly found home in her mouth, likewise for the remnants that exited too late.

After I was thoroughly cleaned up with her mouth, we remained at that stairwell for however long she took, to further ‘acclimatise’ her cum-filled pussy so she could bring the spoils home. Right before we went our separate ways, she assured me once again, of her on-going subscription of the oral contraceptive pills.

We never knew each others’ names, or which floor we lived, or even our ages for that matter. For her, I was either there (at the stair landing), or not.

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