Short Story: Christmas Shopping

(Due to my short hiatus from writing, I think the sexual activities within this story aren’t up to standard. Nevertheless. I hope you guys and girls enjoy reading it!)

Everywhere the girls looked, the scenery screamed “Merry Christmas” at them. Retail stores were blasting Christmas carols, mistletoes and Christmas wreathes hung about the shopping mall upon every wall, bells at every pillar. Felicia and Isabel were out shopping together, soaking in the Christmas spirit, both of them as well dressed as the crowd that surrounded them, everyone hurrying about with their last minute Christmas shopping.

The girls were also out doing their last minute Christmas shopping. Both of them were CCA leaders in their secondary school, and they felt the obligation to get something for their committee members. Felicia was a rather tomboyish girl, adventurous and often hanging out with the ‘naughty’ kids of the school, whereas Isabel was a gentle and extremely feminine girl, one often referred to as the beau of the secondary school, with her flawless skin and beautiful hair that other girls often envied. Even till now, everyone often wondered how they became the best of friends. Honestly, both of them did not know either. They just kind of… Clicked together.

Walking around the large mall, the girls quickly got what they wanted. They were often distracted by the many Christmas sales that were well placed in front of many stores, often stopping to drop by a random store to look at something which they could not really afford to have. Nevertheless, both of the girls managed to get the things they wanted to get for their committee members, and they were very much pleased with their loot of the day.

“Oi Isabel, why don’t I get something for you? It’s Christmas after all. Hahah.” Felicia suggested.

“Huhhh… But the things I want quite expensive leh. Hahah. I don’t know leh.” Isabel whined, her high pitched voice mesmerising enough for some guys to turn around to look at who spoke.

Felicia gave the guys a death stare, scaring most of them away from her best friend. “Aiya come on la, lets go see what you like kay.” Felicia and Isabel continued to roam the shopping mall, hunting for things that Isabel liked. However, with Felicia leading the way, the things and stores she sought after were often returned with Isabel shaking her head and laughing at Felicia’s choice of items for her.

As they continued to walk, Felicia and Isabel walked past a cosmetic store, and Isabel slowed down a little, staring at the assortment of beauty products before her. Despite her beauty, Isabel was actually fascinated with beauty products. She had an older sister, one she looked up to. Isabel always loved how her sister could dress up so nicely for all occasions. Every time she went out, be it for school, with friends, or for her weekly clubbing sessions (of course she told mum and dad she was out doing ‘group project’), she dressed up very well in her variety of dresses, and she would also put on makeup, seeming like a different person to Isabel altogether.

Isabel was extremely intrigued by makeup, but that one time she even went near Jezebel’s makeup kit, she was reprimanded by her sister for attempting to use her makeup, such that she never went near her makeup set once again. As she ogled at the different variety of foundation powders and the different shades of skin tones, Isabel felt lost with the wide range of choices that she had in front of her.

Felicia sighed in dismay. She was totally clueless with what to do with makeup. Being a tomboyish girl, she never bothered to dress up, nor does she have any experience with how makeup actually works. So there Felicia stood, as Isabel strolled through her Christmas wonderland, leaving Felicia looking like a lost kid in the cosmetic aisle.

Isabel started to try on the different powders, trying to find for herself the tones that complimented her skin the best. She took a look at the concealers as well, not that she really needed any, with her skin being unblemished by pimples, something that other girls seemed to get. Felicia continued to trial after her, not exactly sure why Isabel was dabbing the powders and makeup on her hand when makeup was meant for the face.

Done with trying out the different shades of powder and even lipstick, Isabel hurried on to stop in front of a large shelf, seemingly the actual items sold of the testers that she just went through. Her eyes were dreamy, the item that she wanted right in front of her, a small circular case, one that carried both foundation and the concealer fit for Isabel’s skin.

Felicia, being more practical of the two, looked at the price tag first, the only thing she actually understood in the place. The price was incredibly steep, even compared to the range of makeup displayed beside the one that Isabel was looking at. Felicia know that even if they combined their money, both of them would be unable to afford the item that Isabel wanted. Yet Isabel was still gazing dreamily at the item, unaware of the heavy price tag it carried.

“Oi, crazy woman, you got see the price or not?” Felicia poked at Isabel in her side.

Isabel finally gave the price tag a look, her lower lip falling a little, saddened by the heavy price tag it carried. She took the small cylindrical container down from the shelf, checking that the price tag did indeed belong to the item that she wanted. Felicia could see the disappointment in her eyes, the item she wanted so near yet so far away from her reach.

“Oh mannn.” Isabel whined. Felicia look the container out from Isabel’s hands, and Isabel started to turn away from the shelf, walking away disappointed. Felicia watched as her best friend walked away, feeling a little helpless.

Suddenly feeling a little brave, Felicia knew what she had to do. She did this many times before, when she hung out with her cliques after school hours, participating in their acts and seeing them do it so successfully so many times before.

Felicia quickly caught up with Isabel. Tapping her on her shoulder, Felicia saw for herself Isabel’s disappointed face, mixed with a little confusion, seeing Felicia hold the small cosmetic set on her hands. Leaning close to Isabel, Felicia whispered “Shh.” Before giving Isabel’s shorts a small tug, slipping her hand holding the cosmetic set under the waistband of her shorts, feeling for the waistband of Isabel’s panty.

Before Isabel knew what was happening, Felicia managed to drop the small container into Isabel’s panty, the cosmetic set pressed up against Isabel’s mound. Felicia grinned a silly grin, her hands doing a dual peace sign beside her face. Isabel was slightly stunned by Felicia’s act, but she could do nothing about it, with the cosmetic set pressed up against her privates.

Looking around, Felicia was sure that no one noticed her act of shoplifting, with so many customers around, keeping most of the shopkeepers busy with entertaining them. Furthermore, she has done this many times before with her clique of delinquent friends, never getting caught, not even once. She grabbed Isabel’s hand and started to drag her along, pulling her towards the exit. Isabel face was a shade lighter, not sure what she could possibly do, and increasingly aware of the small circular object pressed up against her pussy.

Felicia started to step out of the store, sure that nothing was going to happen this time, much like the other times that she did this with her friends. Yet, as Isabel followed after, they were met with the shrill ringing of the shop’s alarm. Felicia’s face turned pale along with Isabel, who turned an even paler shade of white. Looking around, Felicia suddenly took notice of the sensors placed strategically beside the wide doors of the cosmetic shop, placed so far apart that she failed to notice them when entering the shop.

Her mind started to work furiously, trying to find a way out of the situation. Some of the Christmas shoppers were turning around to look, interested to know what was happening. Before Felicia thought through, one of the better dressed shopkeepers, a man wearing a suit, came over, coming to stand before Felicia before asking “Miss, is there a problem? Are there any purchases that you have yet to make?” Felicia read his name tag: Senior Manager’

“No… No sir. We were just beginning to leave.” Isabel stuttered, a giveaway to the manager that stood before them.

The manager squinted at the both of them, Isabel doing her best to avoid the manager’s questioning eyes. Felicia didn’t know what to do either, her first time being caught shoplifting. “Miss, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have to ask both of you to come with me.”

The manager did not grab Isabel nor Felicia, but simply stood to the side to invite both of the girls back into the store once more. Upon stepping past the entrance once again, the shrill alarm rang once more, and Isabel quickly put her hands around her ears, attempting to block out the sound, hoping to block out the stares that both of them were getting by now.

“Follow me.” Without waiting for a response, the manager started to walk towards the back of the store, while Isabel and Felicia followed behind closely. The other shop keepers attempted to grab their customers’ attentions once more, and the store resumed its former chatter as Isabel and Felicia walked through the back door of the shop, coming through a door which read “staff only”.

Boxes lined the area, some open, their contents spilling outwards. The place was rather messy, and there was little space to move around. The girls followed the manager into a separate room, one even smaller than the room before, barely enough space for the office table that sat within. The mangers’ desktop was on screensaver mode, while his table was cluttered with an assortment of office items. The manager sat on the only recliner chair in the room, turning to face the two girls who entered after.

Isabel was really scared now. She could feel the plastic material of the cosmetic set up against her pussy, heat slowly building up there as she started to cold sweat, the material of the cosmetic case sticky against her pussy. She couldn’t close her legs properly either, with the circular items between her legs. When the manager indicated the two remaining stools in the room for them to sit, Isabel did not know what to do.

Felicia sat down quickly, turning to realise Isabel’s predicament. The manager was now busy going through things on his computer, and Felicia signed for Isabel to sit down quickly, before he realised anything was amiss. Isabel complied, sitting down as slowly as possible. In the sitting position, Isabel felt the cosmetic set pressed between her pussy and the stool, and she really couldn’t close her legs properly either, the item between her legs preventing her from doing so.

“Girls, do you know why I called you in here?” The manager asked calmly, done fiddling with his computer.

“Er… I don’t know? Hahah. I think the sensor got problem? Or…” Felicia tried to reason as calmly as she could, her voice trembling a little.

The manager sighed, and turned the desktop screen to face the two girls. Felicia and Isabel could see themselves in the paused video, Felicia with her shoulder length hair and a white top, Isabel with a maroon top and her distinctive wavy hair. With a click of a button, video-Felicia and video-Isabel started to move. Felicia saw for herself how Isabel floated through section after section, her best friend coming to a stop before the shelf. She continued to watch as Isabel left that section, while video-Felicia went after to stop her. The camera was placed nicely in the position that saw clearly how Felicia slipped her hand with the cosmetic set into Isabel’s pants, her hand reappearing without the cosmetic set.

Seeing that both girls have looked up from the screen, the manager knew that both girls were done watching their act of crime. The silence in the room now stressed Isabel and Felicia out. There was no running away, now that there is solid evidence on what they have done.

“Girls, you do know that shoplifting is a very serious offence, right?” The manager asked as gently as he could, seeing how young the two girls were. Yet his voice caused them to feel even more scared. The girls could only nod gently. Felicia knew that there was no way out now, and she simply remained quiet.

“Well, I have to inform the police about this you know.” The manager sighed. The two girls looked at once another from the corner of their eyes, fearful of the consequences. With this rash act, this could go down on their criminal records, ruining their lives forever. Not to mention they were CCA leaders. Isabel would also be shamed. Isabel felt the smooth surface of the cosmetic set sticky against her pussy, the source of their trouble.

“Please… Please don’t do that.” Isabel broke the silence, stunning Felicia for a while, since Felicia was often the braver one. “Anything… Anything but… But that please.”

Felicia could see the manager pursing his lips, contemplating her request. “Now, why don’t you start by returning the item first?” Glad to comply, Isabel stood up from her chair. Yet, in that small room, there was nowhere private for Isabel to reach her hands into her shorts to retrieve the circular case, which was by down much further down, right up against her pussy.

“Hmm. Since your friend put it there, I would like your friend to retrieve it and pass it back to me instead.” Felicia opened her mouth, starting to utter a form of protest, but the manager simply placed his hand on the phone next to him and said “Or would you rather we go back to calling the police?”

Felicia knew both of them were trapped. Well. It’s either this, or their future. Felicia nodded her head in defeat. “Good girl. Now, you follow everything I say, or I’ll go back to calling the police instead. I would like you to return me the item you put into your friend’s possession.”

Felicia stood beside Isabel, aware that the manager was watching every action that she was making. Giving Isabel an apologetic look, Felicia placed her hands about Isabel’s waist once more, moving her fingers under the waistband of her shorts. She could feel Isabel shaking a little, scared of what was to happen. Moving her fingers a little more, she felt the soft material of Isabel’s panty.

Reaching her hand inward, she started to feel Isabel’s flawless mound against her fingers, the space getting tighter and harder to reach due to the tightness of Isabel’s shorts. Trying as hard as she could, she finally felt Isabel’s pubic hair, soft to her touch. Isabel squirmed a little, feeling Felicia’s hand starting to venture into her private regions. Yet, Felicia could not reach further in, tight as Isabel’s shorts were against her body.

“Well, if you’re having problems, why don’t you help her take it off?” The manager still had his eyes on the two girls, watching Felicia struggle with the effort. Felicia wanted to retort again, but the act of the manager simply putting his hand on the phone silenced her.

Felicia removed her hand from Isabel’s shorts, giving Isabel an apologetic look once more. This time, tears welled up a little in Isabel’s eyes, knowing that her best friend had to undress her in front of the manager. Felicia started to unbuckle Isabel’s shorts, pulling the zip downwards to expose her skin underneath. She could clearly see the dark pink material of Isabel’s panties, and she was sure that the manager could see it from where he was sitting too.

Felicia let Isabel’s pants drop to around her ankles, her panty clad bottoms totally exposed to the manager. Isabel held her head in her hands. Sobbing a little into them, ashamed of being exposed. Felicia could see the cosmetic set, wedged between Isabel’s legs, right at her crotch. She tried not to expose Isabel as much as possible, slipping her fingers into the sides of her panties, feeling the cosmetic set, warmed by Isabel’s body heat.

She tried to slide it out gently, but Felicia realised that the object as slightly sticky with the sweat produced between the surface of the cosmetic set and Isabel’s pussy. Isabel felt Felicia tugging at her pussy, and she opened her legs a little, making it easier for Isabel to remove the cosmetic set. In that small, quiet room, Felicia and Isabelle were sure that the manager could hear the wet ‘squelch’ sound as Felicia removed the cosmetic set from Isabel’s crotch.

The plastic case felt warm and slightly wet, and Felicia placed it upon the manager’s hand, as he stretched out his hand for the item. She passed it over, watching as the manager took it between both of his hands and held it up in front of him. Unbeknownst to Felicia and Isabel, who were both quite scared at the moment, the manager could smell the scent of Isabel’s pussy upon the cosmetic case, a sweet, young and pleasant smell. How he wished he could have her. Well… He could?

“Well girls, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, I want you to strip search your friend.” The manager said, causing Felicia to gape in shock.

“But that was all we…” Felicia started, but the manager cut her off.

“Or would you rather I strip search her myself? Afterall, seeing as you already tried to shoplift, I can’t be sure that you aren’t hiding other items elsewhere either, right?” Felicia wanted to argue back, but she knew that the odds were against her.

Isabel still had her heads behind her hands, this time the sobbing a little more audible than before. Felicia turned to her once again, her hands pulling at the thick wool material of Isabel’s top. The manager watched as her best friend reluctantly took the top off her, exposing bit by bit her slim waist, her flawless skin underneath. Her matching pink bra soon came into sight, and Felicia took Isabel’s clothes off her, leaving her in her matching pink underwear.

Felicia turned to the manager once more, hoping that he was satisfied. Yet the manager sat in his recliner chair, looking expectantly at her, and motioned for her to continue. Reluctantly now, Felicia whispered into Isabel’s ear a gentle sorry, before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra hooks. Isabel felt the tension of her bra holding up her breasts fall free, her breasts perky and upright nevertheless. With her face behind her hands, she could only feel the eyes upon her breasts as Felicia took the bra off her, the cold air causing her nipples to stand upright and outwards from her breasts.

The manager was amazed by the sheer beauty of Isabelle’s body, her unmarked skin and her round, ample breasts. Her areolae were light brown, and her small nipples stood out from her breasts, the sight of her nude body sending blood into his cock, causing it to stir in his pants. Felicia admired the beauty of her best friend’s body, but she was angered that she was seeing it under such conditions. She turned around once more, only to see the manager motion for her to continue to strip off the last piece of item that covered Isabel’s dignity.

Felicia returned to work, kneeling down before Isabel, peeling her panty off her, bit by bit. Soon, her small tuft of pubic hair came into sight, her pubic hair soft and smooth, leading downwards towards her pussy. Her panties came off quite easily, sliding past her smooth skin to come to a rest at her ankles. The manager stared at the young pussy before him, seemingly untouched by anyone else. The manager felt his cock pulsating, pushing outwards, and causing a tent to form in his pants.

Standing up from his recliner chair, the two girls were startled by his sudden movement. Felicia was still kneeling before Isabel, waiting to see what the manager would do. The manager stood between the door and the girls, standing between them and the exit. “Good girl. Now, please go over to my desk and bend over so I can check better.”

Isabel complied while Felicia simply watched, as Isabel placed her arms upon the desk, burying her face in her hands once again. With her long legs, Isabel had to spread her legs and bend over just a little bit to lean unto the table. With that, the manager had a totally clear view of Isabel’s pussy, pink, raw and dry, an innocent pussy indeed.

“Now, you see that?” He indicated Isabel’s pussy to Felicia. “I would like you to help me check if she has anything in that hole.” Felicia was shocked that she had to do that to her best friend. Yet, it was much better that she did it rather than the manager. Kneeling in front of Isabel’s private regions, Felicia placed her index finger at the entrance of her pussy, starting to push in bit by bit.

Isabel felt Felicia’s fingers sink into her, her fingertip spreading apart her virgin hole, the friction from her dryness hurting her inside. Felicia could hear Isabel whimper slightly from the pain of having her hole invaded. This was probably her first time being fingered too. Knowing what she could do, she withdrew her fingers, coating them with a layer of her own saliva before attempting to finger her once more. The manager watched as the best friend fingered her.

Reaching downwards, he unzipped his pants to pull out his aching cock, which was begging for release. He started to stroke his cock as he watched the girl sink her finger into the other girl’s pussy, aroused by the two young girls in his office, especially the nude one.

Out of the corner of her eye, Felicia saw what she feared would come. She saw the manager stroking his cock, his precum coating the head of his cock. She could smell his precum and arousal even from where she was kneeling, digging her fingers into Isabel as the manager ordered her to do. It was not an unfamiliar smell to her, but it probably is to Isabel.

“Girl, you aren’t exactly going deep enough with your finger. Let me show you.” Felicia tried to stop the manager, but her strength was not enough to push him off Isabel. Holding Isabel by her hips, the manager positioned his cock before Isabel’s tiny pussy, and he started to push forward, his cock spreading her pussy lips apart, invading her pussy bit by bit.

Isabel felt her hips being grabbed, the managers’ cock positioned at her pussy, being pushed into her. It hurt her, with her pussy being as dry as it is. Yet, she knew it hurt less due to Felicia’s saliva earlier on. She felt the cock try to squeeze its entire length into her, spreading her out within, pushing against her inner vaginal walls.

The manager groaned as he felt his cock enter the tightest hole he ever felt, the girl’s pussy almost clamping down on his rod. The other girl was kneeling at the side, her eyes starting to tear as well. Shifting a little, the manager made sure that his cock and her best friend’s pussy were at her eyelevel, even as he started to push his cock in and out of her.

The manager felt the tight pussy stroking him in all the right places, attempting to squeeze his cock dry of any cum it had to offer. Reaching to the front, he held her breasts, kneading her soft tits with his palms. Her body was his to take, and she and her friend could do nothing about it.

Isabel felt the large adult cock pumping in and out of her, the pain slowly fading, turning into a feeling akin to that of an overstretched muscle, a sore muscle between her legs. She felt the hot cock going in and out of her, lubricated by Felicia’s saliva and his precum. Isabel bit down on her teeth, even as she felt her breasts being molested by the manager. She wished for this to be over soon.

Not long later, her wish was quickly satisfied, as she felt the manager give one last finals shove, pushing his cock all the way into her once more, before she suddenly felt warm gushes of liquid within her, his semen filling her up within. Felicia simply knelt down on the floor and watched as the manager emptied his balls into her best friend, his semen filling her up. Even as he withdrew his cock from her, his semen started to drop out of her pussy and unto the floor.

As the manager sat on the recliner chair once more, he said “I hope that teaches both you girls from ever shoplifting again.” 

Exams are coming...

Hello dear readers!

I don't usually post stories so often within such a short time span, but I just felt the urge to write. The recent story is kind of long, and it's a bit different from my usual writing style. Nevertheless, I hope you guys (and girls of course) enjoy them!

In the upcoming month, I shouldn't be writing anytime soon, due to university exams just around the corner, and I've only just started studying. I hoping that I can actually scrape past this semester. Hahah.

I would like to thank those who have helped me thus far financially, of which I am very much thankful for. Thanks once again for helping out a poor soul like me! Some of you have received special presents from me, just as you requested. I hope you enjoyed them! I'm still surviving on savings and odd jobs for now, so if anyone else is willing to help me out financially, do contact me! It's very much appreciated. (:

Hope to hear from some of you soon,

Jezebel

Short Story: The Bad Officer

Justin’s perspective…

“You all trying to be funny is it?” Justin screamed into the night. “You guys took bloody 7 minutes just to take everything out of your field pack! How long you all supposed to take?”

“THREE MINUTES, SIR!” Yelled one of the trainees facing down unto the floor, his body in a push-up position.

“Nevermind, EVERYTHING IN!” There was a frenzy as action followed, the trainees trying their best to pack everything back into their field packs once more, hopefully all to be done within the stipulated time as set by their officer. Justin stood by with a stern face, watching his trainees panic as they failed to remember the proper sequence to pack their bags, their cold sweat as things did not fit.

Justin was a terrible officer in the training school. More often than not, he abused his powers as an officer to set trainees to tasks that were strenuous and tiring, all in the name of upholding the standards of the training schools. Other trainees in the other platoons did not get it as bad. In fact, while it was already 11pm and trainings were supposed to end by 9pm, the other platoons were peacefully sleeping, recouping their energies for their activities the following day. Yet here the trainees were, trying their best to please Justin by ensuring the proper standards for field pack inspection.

For Justin, he felt irritated that he still had to book in to train his recruits, when today was his birthday. He had plans to go out on a day trip with his girlfriend, so he applied for leave from work to celebrate his birthday with her. Yet, just at the last moment, his leave was disapproved, due to certain administrative issues with the admin office. Even though he raged and argued with his Commanding Officer, Justin was not given his well-deserved leave. Sadly, he had to cancel all plans with his girlfriend and watch over these subpar trainees. With his annoyance, he wanted to take out his stress on his platoon, focusing all his anger on making their lives miserable.

Meanwhile at the guardhouse…

Some of Justin’s trainees were excused from the terrible training their platoon mates suffered due to guard duty. Despite standing there as sentry in the middle of the night, sweating under his uniform, Justin’s trainees at the guardhouse were relieved that they were able to skip one session of tekkan (Singapore slang for punishment without valid reason) training with Justin.

Most of them knew that it was his birthday this week. Many of them heard the screaming match between Justin and the Commanding Officer, that his leave was not approved due to certain administrative issues. Well, that bastard got it coming to him, for being so cocky and so vicious all the time. Yet, they kind of got the short end of the stick, suffering as they are now from his anger release. The trainees at the guardhouse could hear Justin screaming in the distance, yet that sent chills down their spine nonetheless.

Despite it being in the middle of the night, the sentry on duty spotted someone walking towards the camp from a distance away. Their camp had only one road in, and it doesn’t seem like this person was lost. Upon closer look, the soldiers realised that it was a girl that was walking towards the camp. Having been deprived from girls for the past few days, the soldiers stared intensely at the girl.

She had makeup on, that was for sure, red luscious lips. She wore one of those straight cut dresses that suited her slender body just nicely, carrying an expensive looking clutch and a matching pair of high heels. Upon closer look, the trainees found her to be quite familiar, yet they could not put a finger as to where they have seen her before.

The girl walked with an air of confidence, knowing that the ogling eyes at the gate were staring at her, lusting after her looks. She didn’t think herself to be very much of a looker or extremely chio (Singapore slag for pretty), but someone when guys in uniform are seem, the stereotype was that they were sexually deprived men with sex in their heads whenever they see a female.

Stopping at the guardhouse, she knew what she had to do, having run through the procedures with her other male friends who were serving army at the same time too. She exchanged her NRIC for an access pass, stating her business was for that of a meeting in camp with certain important personnel.

The trainees at the guardhouse were a little taken aback at the strangeness of her tale. Checking her NRIC, the name upon her card, ‘Tan Wei Ting’ seemed to strike a bell in their heads. Linking the dots together, they knew that Justin’s girlfriend’s name was Wei Ting, and that he often had a photo of her on his office table. That’s where they have seen this girl before.

Despite her reasons being of that for the purpose of a meeting, the trainees knew that Wei Ting was here to surprise Justin on his birthday, seeing as he was stuck in camp, unable to go out to celebrate his birthday. The trainees knew that they could not deny someone entry unless they notify an officer of the ‘situation’. With the Commanding Officers out and Justin being the Officer-in-charge, the trainees could not do anything, as they knew that Justin would get his way anyway.

However, one of the trainees thought of something…

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting walked past the gate, relieved that she was able to get pass the guardhouse with not much of a hassle. Indeed, most of her male friends were right. The security in the camps here are really lax. She knew that he was angry and annoyed that he couldn’t celebrate his birthday with her. She wanted to surprise Justin at night, knowing that this was the least of all places that he would expect her to be.

She held in her bag his present for tonight, a pack of 12 of condoms. Upon his initial plan, Justin’s day trip ended with a hotel stay at a local boutique hotel. She knew that he booked the hotel for a romantic night, a grand plan for their first sex together. Wei Ting was glad to give away her virginity to Justin, she loved him more than any other guy that has come across her life in the past.

Following the source of the screaming, she found Justin to be in the middle of the parade square, instructing the trainees to run around the parade square, guiding them in their strenuous training. She admired him in his uniform and his beret, looking all swag and mighty compared to the sweaty trainees in their sweat drenched uniforms, their faces looking all shag and tired behind their mask of camo cream.

Wei Ting stood in the shadow far away, keen not to be seen by Justin before midnight has passed. Sitting down on the stone ledge on the roadside, she placed her clutch by her feet and she watched as Justin continued to train his platoon through random acts of training, more screaming, and more trainings. After some time, Justin finally called it a day at 30 minutes past midnight, ending the training for his platoon and heading back to his bunk to rest for the night.

Wei Ting followed closely behind, ensuring that she was not seen by either the trainees nor by Justin himself. Upon entering the cover of the building, she removed her high heels, trying to make as little noise as possible while tailing Justin. She noted the room that he entered, the bunk that was supposedly his. Wei Ting knew that Justin had the privilege of having a room all to himself, him being an officer and all.

Sitting at a stairwell in the secluded corner, Wei Ting continued to watch as Justin went about his usual activities, bathing, dressing for night, and he even sent her a goodnight text before she noted that his lights have turned off and Justin has turned in for the night. Wei Ting waited a while longer, ensuring that her boy is asleep, before picking up her bag and heading off towards the direction of his room.

Trainee’s perspective…

For the past hour, the pair of guards that were supposed to be patrolling the camp perimeters stationed themselves near their own building, watching Wei Ting from around the corner. She was sitting on the stairwell, oblivious to her surroundings, often turning her head towards the Officer’s bunks to check on Justin.

The rest of their platoon had their lights off, but the pair of them have already let in on what they were going to do, and they knew that the entire of Justin’s platoon were upstairs, keeping themselves awake to prepare themselves for what was about to come.

As Justin’s lights were turned off in his room, Wei Ting waited a while longer before making her move. The trainees stared from the darkness behind the bush they were both camping at, notifying the rest of their platoon that their plan would be set into motion soon.

The patrols have managed to get rid of all their gear at the guard house, trying to minimize the noise that they would make while stalking Wei Ting. Nevertheless, both patrols took whatever that was necessary for their plan to work.

Wei Ting’s perspective…

Wei Ting headed up the stairs to the second floor, towards the dead-end corridor that had Justin’s room. She looked around her surroundings once more, noting that it was all quiet around the camp. As she turned to the door and placed her hands upon the handle of Justin’s door, she was suddenly greeted with a hand that wrapped around her mouth, silencing her from making any audible sound other than her muffled screams.

In her frenzy, Wei Ting tried to struggle against the muscled hands of her captors, but her captors simply lifted her up with his arm around her waist. Wei Ting was greeted, in front of her eyes, with a cold piece of metal that was pushed up against her forehead. She stopped struggling to look down the length of the rifle pointing at her to see a pair of eyes, both staring at her intently, threatening her into silence. Behind him, Wei Ting saw that an entire bunch of guys have showed up, each of them muscular and strong, all of them in the prime of their fitness.

Wei Ting felt fear coursing through her. Even as the guy carried her around her waist, she felt her stomach give way. There was a warm feeling of liquid passing between her legs, and Wei Ting realised that she peed herself in her fear, fear of what was going to happen. As her warm pee flowed down her legs and formed a pool of her shame around her captors feet, and the men around her grinned in amusement that she peed herself in fear.

She knew that she could not run away now, now that she was at a dead-end. In her fear, Wei Ting kind of forgot what she came her for. While the rifle still pointed at her, the men around her removed her expensive clutch from her, dropping it into the pool of pee that she created. She was then slowly lowered to the floor, her hands tied behind her back with some cable tie provided by the men.

The signal was given for Wei Ting to keep quiet, while the men infiltrated Justin’s bunk, where Justin slept soundly on the bed. Wei Ting wanted to warn him, that something bad was going to happen. Yet she could not bear to let Justin see her like this, the bottom half of her dress wet by her own pee, her makeup smeared with a few tears running from her eyes. Moreover, the rifle was still pointed at her.

The men moved around Justin’s bed quietly, slowly surrounding him in the night. Justin, being tired from the activities just a while ago, was sound asleep. He didn’t notice even when the men tied his hands together to the bed frame above his head. Justin continued to sleep, his dreams undisturbed.

Once again, the signal came for Wei Ting to keep quiet. One of the men squatted in front of her, with his face directly in front of her pee stained skirt. With his hands, he gently started to stroke her legs upwards from her ankles, running across her smooth skin, from time to time intersecting with the stickiness of her pee, stained upon her legs. Even as fear filled her heart and head, Wei Ting felt herself getting a little aroused from the gentle touch running up her thighs beneath her skirt.

As the hands reached her waist, they found the hemline of her thongs, a matching pair of red lace underwear that she brought from La Senza just a few days earlier for this occasion. Slowly, the man removed her panties, the wet and soaked lace separating from her body, her vagina feeling the breath of cold air as the panty soaked with her warm urine was removed from her.

Taking her panty away from her, Wei Ting saw the man squeeze the panty into a tight ball, before pasting one side of it into a duct tape prepared earlier by one of the other men in the bunk. She saw them signal 1… 2… 3... While one of the guys grabbed Justin’s head, Justin was shocked awake and his mouth opened to yell. Yet, opening his mouth was the mistake he made, because it was soon covered with Wei Ting’s urine soaked panties, the duct tape covered over the rest of his mouth to ensure that Justin was well gagged. Justin could not move, his hands were tied to the bed frame. His eyes were open wide in shock, staring at his girlfriend in front of him in disbelief.

Wei Ting started to sob silently, knowing that the night was far from over. With more cable ties, the men cooperated and tied Justin’s legs down to the bedframe as well, heavily restricting his movements. A pair of scissors ensued, and the men made shreds of Justin’s sleepwear, removing all his clothes off him.

Wei Ting stood there sobbing into her hands silently, he makeup smeared by her hands. Her boy was lying there naked, his body still well-built despite his dire situation. Nevertheless, no matter how Justin struggled against the bonds of his captors, he could not break free of the cable tie. His cock lay limp on his balls, the first live cock that Wei Ting has seen in her life, the cock that was supposed to take her virginity from her tonight.

With Justin being tied down, the men brought Wei Ting over to his bed, her face before his. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t, not with the rifle pointing at her, the threat of the sheer number of guys in the room who could harm her really badly. Wei Ting could only tear, her teardrops streaming down the sides of her face.

With the same pair of scissors, Wei Ting felt the scissor go about her shoulders, cutting through the thin material of her dress around her shoulders. Wei Ting felt one side of her dress come off with the shoulder sleeves cut, and with another few clips, the other shoulder came off too, the entire dress falling down to form a circle around her knees.

Wei Ting was naked in the room full of guys with nothing but her bra on. Even then, her bra was a translucent red lace, and everyone in the room could clearly see her nipples through the sheer material even though it’s dark inside the room. As best as possible, Wei Ting tried to bend a little, hiding her bald pussy between her thighs. A few days prior, Wei Ting also went for a waxing treatment, to prepare herself for losing her virginity to the man she loved.

Her attempts of hiding herself was futile. With ease, the men threw her onto the bed right above Justin, her body hovering over his, her thighs spread apart with Justin’s body between them. Yet while Justin’s cock lay limp with fear, Wei Ting knew the rest of the room could clearly see her pussy, probably glistening with her pee and a little from her arousal from earlier on. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes for help, but she only saw a helpless fear in him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wei Ting saw one of the men step forward, taking off his pants in the process. Justin’s cock was limp but his was at full erection, his erected cock large compared to that of Justin’s. Getting onto the bed behind her, Wei Ting knew what was going to happen. Justin tried to scream into the gag, but he couldn’t stop what was going to take place. Wei Ting looked into Justin’s eyes, as she felt the tip of the man’s cock position itself at her opening. His eyes were angry, they were helpless.

The man grabbed her waist, and with one forceful motion, shoved his cock into Wei Ting in one swift motion. Wei Ting let out a little shriek, the pain coursing through her pussy as her first cock entered her, stretching apart her virgin hole. She felt the thick meat pulsate within her, the cock head large against the inner walls of her vagina. Yet she knew that this was not the cock she wanted. It was a stranger’s raw cock that was entering her, penetrating into her deepest, private areas. Wei Ting cried a little, her tears falling onto Justin’s forehead, all while he yelled muffled screams into his gag.

Slowly but surely, the man inside her started to pump in and out of her, his large cock head moving deep within her pussy. Wei Ting felt her virgin vaginal walls wrap around his cock, pleasuring him without her consent. She felt his hands upon her waist pulling her down onto his cock, his balls slapping her against her clitoris, her most sensitive of areas. While she looked into Justin’s face, Wei Ting could not help but moan in pleasure and release high pitched squeals of pain as the large cock ravaged her.

Soon, she felt the man pick up the pace, pulling her faster and deeper down onto his cock. She felt his shaft pulsate one last time as a spurt of liquid travelled up his shaft, depositing itself into her inner most areas, filling her up inside with warm liquid. As he pulled out from her, Wei Ting noticed at once that almost all the guys around her had their pants taken off, hands were stroking cocks, and the smell of lust and sex filled the entire room. Justin noted that too, but no matter how he struggled, the cable tie would not break.

Another man replaced the previous man, and Wei Ting felt another cock enter her once more, her insides stirred up once again. This time, with the warm semen within her, her vagina felt really full, and it also felt guiltily good to her. Another man approached the bed and set himself in front of Wei Ting’s face, another large cock obscured her vision. Pulling her head back by her hair, Wei Ting felt the thick flesh move past her lips, her lipstick smearing all over the smelly cock that was in her mouth, a taste of pee and pre-cum. Justin was below Wei Ting’s face, watching the balls smack flat right against her chin.

The other men started to surround the bed as well, and Justin could only watch while his girlfriend’s body was pushed to and fro between the two cocks, her pussy dripping warm semen unto his cock and balls, her mouth too small to close fully around the dick within her mouth, the spit and pre-cum falling out unto his face, unto the duct tape and all over his chest. Wei Ting gagged upon the cock, her throat relaxing to accommodate the huge length of cock in her tiny mouth. Her pussy felt sore from the banging, but her tight pussy still took it in alright.

Despite being taken my men she totally did not know, Wei Ting felt herself slowly being pushed over the edge as the cocks stretched apart her pussy and her mouth, making her feel like a slut right in front of her boy. Yet she could see that Justin was a little turned on by her fucking as well, his cock slowly rising to the occasion, yet getting nothing.

As Wei Ting came, she felt her body spasm, her pussy trying its best to choke on the man’s cock, squeezing it tightly. This sent the man behind her spurting the second stream of semen into her, once more warming up her sore insides. Yet, there was no rest for her. The next man quickly replaced her, shoving another dick into her even before Wei Ting finished recovering from her orgasm.

The man in her mouth shoved one last time into her throat, causing her to gag onto the thick meat. Yet as she gagged, she felt the cock clench up in her mouth, the muscles relaxing to give way to a spurt of liquid that travelled down the shaft, out of the cock head and directly into her throat. Yet as the cock removed itself from her mouth, Wei Ting could not help but spill some of the semen out, which landed on Justin’s nose and face, which was already covered in her spit.

One of the men removed Wei Ting’s bra, taking the pair of scissors to cut off the straps. Wei Ting’s breasts swung freely now, the soft mound swinging to and fro in the doggy position that she was in, her mouth still left open, sore from having a cock in it previously. The man at her now was still banging her ferociously, occasionally sending spurts of semen from the previous two leaking out from her pussy.

Some of the men around Wei Ting could not wait for their turn, but they simply finished off with their hands, spurting strings of semen unto her hair, back and her face. All the excess cum streamed down and around her body, falling upon Justin, who already gave up on struggling against the cable tie, but merely looked as his girlfriend was raped by the men in the bunk one by one.

Another guy finished within her, and another took his place again, and another also joined in by shoving a cock into her mouth. This continued while Justin looked on helplessly. Wei Ting couldn’t think straight. All she felt now was cock after cock after cock, cocks of different sizes penetrating in and out of her. She felt her insides all filled up, her stomach filled with cum too. As the next two finished, Wei Ting collapsed unto Justin, feeling his erect cock pressed against her pussy, where semen was slowly leaking out of her pussy onto his dick.

Another guy took over once more, but this time the guy took his cock to position it right in front of Wei Ting’s anus. Slowly, He started to push into her, inciting a small scream from Wei Ting into Justin’s face, screaming at the discomfort of a cock penetrating her virgin asshole. Soon, as Wei Ting’s ass was filled, the guy started to pump in and out of her dry anus, forcing her entire body to jerk forward, her breasts sandwiching Justin’s face. Soon, this guy came as well, filling up her other hole with more warm semen.

Justin’s Perspective…

Justin lost count of the number of guys who came within Wei Ting that night, but it was a really long night. As the guys started to be satisfied with her body, they started to sit around the bunk, as if waiting for something. As the last guy finished off in Wei Ting and wore his pants back on, Wei Ting lay against Justin, her body soaked in the cum of men, smelling really like sex. She could see Justin slowly crying, his tears mixed with the semen and spit that were on his face.

As the other men watched on, two of them approached Justin’s bed. Wei Ting and Justin did not bother much as to what they were going to do now, seeing as they have done so much damage already. Yet, Justin jerked back to his senses once again, as his cock was grabbed by one of the men, the hand spreading a cool gel coating his cock and balls. It was not long later that he realised what it was, when his cock and balls started to feel like it was heating up.

The men had applied lots of counter-pain unto Justin’s cock, causing the burning sensation. Justin teared as he felt his cock burn up, his limbs struggled against the bonds. He tasted the pee soaked panties in his mouth, his eyes teared at the anguish. Wei Ting could not help, being tired from all the banging that she received. Justin saw the two men pick up a clutch, one that he often see Wei Ting carry around. They took out a bag of condoms from her clutch and tore a packet open. Once more, they applied counter pain on the inner cap of the condom, and Justin prepared for the worse. In one swift motion, the men rolled the condom down unto Justin’s cock, sealing the counter-pain onto his cock.

Thereafter, more counter-pain was applied onto the outer layer of the condom, and when they lifted Wei Ting up again, Justin silently begged for them not to do it. Yet, he could only silently watch as they lowered Wei Ting and her cum filled pussy unto Justin’s cock, coated with the counter-pain. The pain was almost immediate for Wei Ting. The men muffled her scream with their hands as they helped her press her hips down upon his burning cock, engulfing both of their privates in the burning sensation.

Justin could see some morning light streaming through the curtains, and in the light, he noticed that some of the men were busy taking photos of the situation, his humiliation.

Short Story: A Late Night

*Beep beep* Shirley jumped a little at the sound, stunned by how loud her watch was with the silence around her. Her watch read 3am. It was the middle of the night, and it was no surprise that Shirley was one of the few souls awake in school, walking around the large compound. Certain lights in some of the common studying areas in school were on, and there were also a few pockets of people sitting around the common studying benches, having late night – early morning meetings in view of the upcoming project submission datelines and approaching final examinations.

This type of situation was what Shirley hoped for, what she planned for. As Shirley continued to walk to her destination, her footsteps echoed around the empty corridors, her sandals loud upon the cold concrete. With it being in the middle of the night, and given her short skirt and loose crop top blouse, Shirley felt cold whenever the wind came. She shivered a little from the cold, but also from excitement, anticipating of what was to come. The wind embraced her presence, exploring her bare skin under her clothes. Her heart beat loudly in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Climbing up the long flight of stairs that led from the South to North spine, Shirley came to Coffee Bean. She was very near her destination now. She walked down the steps that led down to Nanyang Auditorium, coming to the front of the School of Biological Sciences, where the Quad was darkly lit, the entire open area blurry due to the haze as well. Here, the wind was a little stronger, a light draft nevertheless. The quad was an open area, situated right in the middle of the school. In the distance, she could still see dimly lit lights of the study rooms and of the common areas. Yet no one was in sight, and she was the only soul standing in the middle of the open area so late at night.

Shirley placed her clutch at one side in the Quad, against a tree that was in front of the Auditorium. She walked about aimlessly, making sure that there was indeed no one in sight. She checked her watch once again. It was 3.15am. There was bound to be no one around so late at night in school anyway. Yet, since it was better to be safe than sorry, she wanted to ensure that the coast was clear and the stage was safe for what she was about to do.

After walking about aimlessly for about 5 minutes, Shirley could not wait any longer. She came to a rest at the centre of the star that marked the floor at the Quad, right smack in the middle of the open area. Well, she thought to herself, I have done this before in public, just never… In such an open area? Well… Nothing new I guess, it’s relatively safe too huh.

Standing in the middle of the Quad, Shirley started to do what she was relatively familiar with. With one hand, she started to stroke her lips softly, feeling her own soft lips upon her fingertips, a little bit of her lipstick coming off with the touch. She felt her body start to loosen up, yet her heart continued to beat fiercely within her, fuelling the rushing of blood throughout her body. Shirley felt herself slightly turned on by the touch, her body starting to warm up a little, the feeling of something over her mouth. Shirley parted her lips gently, feeling the touch of her finger on both her upper and lower lip. She sighed a breath of pleasure, the warm breath exhaling from her mouth, warming her cold hands.

With her other hand, Shirley reached below her crop tee to feel her bare stomach, her hands cold against her warm body. Her skin was smooth under her crop tee, flawless and tight over her well exercised body. Well, she wasn’t a sporty girl, but Shirley did enough running to ensure that she wasn’t too fat either. Shirley started to reach a little higher, touching the areas that she knew was unseen by others even though she wore a crop tee. She felt the bottom of her ribs, and at the same time, she felt more of her stomach being exposed to the cold. Placing her palm fully against her body, she imagined herself being touched by someone else, her body being molested by someone else.

Shirley closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild, her lips being parted by a tongue instead of her finger. She licked her fingertip hesitantly, feeling the soft touch of her fingers within her mouth. At the same time, her other hand was exploring her torso, her bare palm running across her body. As she continued to explore, she felt with her thumb the soft lace of her bra under her crop tee. Shirley felt a little tingle, her body responding to being touched at intimate areas. Why is it that so many girls would want to wear crop tees, if exposing themselves so would turn one on so much?

She reached a little further, her hand this time moving across her breast, cupping one of them within her hands. She felt the soft mound, her breast filled up within her intricately designed lace bra. She was sure that her torso was almost fully exposed now, yet she did not feel cold despite having so much of her skin being exposed to the cold. In fact, as she exposed herself more, Shirley felt her body warming up with her arousal. With her other hand, Shirley reached under her crop tee for her other breast, feeling both of her breasts through her bra with her hands. She moulded them, feeling the fullness of her breasts in her hands.

Opening her eyes a little, Shirley wanted to make sure that no one was around to watch her. Despite her act of caution, she didn’t really pay much attention to her surroundings, but she merely checked for the sake of checking, caught up in the state of her arousal. With one hand kneading her breast through her lace bra, she removed the other hand to explore the other areas of her body. Shirley lowered her other hand to the hem of her skirt, feeling the thick material between her forefingers. She felt the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her way up the side of her thighs, tracking a line upwards towards her hip. Shirley felt the hem of her short skirt lift up as she moved upwards, feeling more of her skin being exposed to the elements, her bare stomach, her right thigh.

She felt the matching lace material of her panties, her senses tingling for what she was about to do. Shirley ran her thumb over the waistband of her panties, and she slipped her thumb underneath, slowly tugging at the coarse material keeping her privates hidden away from eyes that so often looked up her skirt. Yet as she slowly tugged her panties down, Shirley felt the cotton material of her crotch stick to her vagina a little, the sticky moisture of her pussy causing the material to stick a little to her crotch before coming off. There was a sigh of relief and arousal, one which came with a drool of liquid linking her pussy to the cotton crotch area, as well as a feeling of cold air upon her shaven mound.

Shirley stepped out slowly of her lace material, at the same time checking her surroundings to make sure no one was really there. The school remained a dead quiet, nothing stirred save for her heavy breathing in the dark. Walking towards her bag, Shirley placed her wet lace panties upon the top of her bag. Reaching backwards, she unclasped the hooks of her bra, placing them neatly on top of her bag. Her breasts fell free of their constraints, and Shirley felt that sense of relief, having her bra removed from her, letting her breasts breathe freely in the cold night air. She could feel her nipples sore and hard against the cold night, and she was definitely sure that her nipples were sticking out, prominent against her soft cotton crop tee. Once more making sure that no one was around, Shirley once more walked out into the open, feeling her breasts bounce freely with each step, the air between her legs, a wet moister between her vagina lips.

Once more, Shirley immersed herself into her fantasy once more, reaching automatically for her breasts and for her pussy underneath her skirt. She continued where she left off, groping her breasts over her crop tee, feeling her other hand inching closer to her pussy once more. She kneaded her breasts playfully with her hands, drawing circles around her sensitive nipples. From time to time, Shirley gave her nipples a playful and slightly forceful pinch, feeling the twinge of lust and a short spark of ecstasy flowing through her body, releasing a soft moan into the night. Here she was, fondling with her breasts and getting off in the middle of the school compound. Well, public acts of masturbation turned her on and relieved her more than anything else. She could imagine the hidden eyes in the dark upon her body of lust, the hot body that many guys lusted after and some girls envied.

Her other hand started to approach her pussy, feeling her soft mound, freshly shaven just barely a few hours before, as she prepared for this evening, masturbating in public. Shirley always enjoyed her pussy shaven, the smooth feeling over her vagina, her finger gently sliding across her narrow slit between her legs. Between her slit, Shirley could feel the warm fluid slowly seeping out from within her pussy, moisturising her finger tips and warming them up. The quad was still empty save for the swaying of some leaves in the gentle breeze, and even in the dark, Shirley could see for herself that the floor between her feet caught a few drops of the liquid oozing out from her pussy, the warm fluid creating little droplets of wet dark grey patches on the stone floor.

Shirley continued to trace her slit and fondle with her breasts, letting her moan resound louder bit by bit in the dark, her breath getting faster with each up and down stroke, along the top of her pussy, along her clit, all the way to the entrance of her vagina, her hole warm and welcoming to her touch. She could feel the urge to stick her finger right in there and then, to feel her own pussy being invaded by her fingers. She wanted to feel her insides squirm up as she pleasured herself publicly, to feel the insides of her vaginal walls, the most private of her areas, being touched in the middle of the open-air Quad. Yet Shirley resisted, knowing that the urge could be fulfilled later, that delaying her desires would enhance the experience of her own orgasm.

Instead, Shirley raised her wet fingertips to her lips, tasting her sweet nectar being produced. She tasted the warm fluid, the sweet taste that she was so accustomed to, the smell of her own arousal strong on her fingertips. At the same time, Shirley wanted to be more daring, and she raised her crop tee to expose her breasts a little, fondling them directly with her bare hands. The warmth of her breasts against her cold hands felt good, and her cold hands also turned her own further, the cold causing her nipples to stand out strongly outwards. Using her index fingers, Shirley flicked her nipples to and fro, causing her to moan into her fingertips with each twitch. She felt her pussy really craving for her attention, craving for satisfaction.

Reaching downwards, Shirley found her clit slightly engorged and poking outwards from her hood, evidently aroused by the situation. As she gave her clit a tentative flick, her body shivered with the intense pleasure that she felt upon contact. Her body squirmed and she hunched over, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her pussy lips were slightly parted now, inviting her hand into the fold. Shirley continued to massage her breasts as she stroked her fingers slowly downwards, parting her lips, wetting her fingers once more with her fingertips.

She traced her slit downwards, slowly and surely, and finally came to a rest before her vagina opening. She could feel the warm fluid start to soak up her hand, a drop of two slowly travelling down the length of her finger. Slowly, Shirley enjoyed the feeling of her finger sliding in. She felt her finger move into her open pussy, well-prepared by her arousal. She felt the warmth within her as she hunched over once more, reaching deeper within her pussy and the little waves of ecstasy overcoming her bit by bit.

Shirley started to move her finger slowly in and out of herself, feeling her index finger moving in and out of her, the feeling of it brushing past her pussy lips. As she pushed her finger into herself, Shirley would also wiggle her fingers a little, rubbing her palms over her clit. The sensation was quite a lot for her to bear. Shirley moaned louder into the dark now, her eyes closed, ignoring her surroundings, immune to the cold air around her.

She continued to knead her breasts, switching between one breast and the other. Both of her breasts were exposed now. Shirley didn’t care who saw her or whether there was even anyone there at all. Her legs were bent a little at her knees, her thighs kept closed together to better feel her fingers within her pussy. In that position, Shirley started to feel herself coming close to her orgasm, despite only a few thrusts of her fingers in and out of her.

As she peaked, Shirley felt her legs almost give way below her as the first wave of pleasure came over her. She felt her pussy clench upon her fingers within her, yet she continued to wiggle her fingers within, stimulating it further during her second and third waves of pleasure. Her body shuddered upon each wave of pleasure, her breath caught upon each wave, exhaling with a moan as each wave passed over her. The clenching of her pussy also squeezed out any excess fluid being produced by her arousal. Soon, as her breathing came to a rest, Shirley could feel her heart beating strongly within her chest, all while she breathed heavily.

Shirley unclenched her thighs and spread them apart, removing her fingers and her hands away from her privates. Her hand was entirely soaked in the fluid produced by her arousal. Even holding it at arm’s length away, Shirley was sure that she could smell the fragrant scent of her own arousal upon the cold night air.

As she walked with shivering steps back to her bag, Shirley picked up her lingerie, which happened to be in a different state as compared to earlier when she left it. Moreover, her bra happens to be nowhere in sight. She noted that her panties had a white pool of a certain liquid upon it which she did not note earlier. Touching it with her hands, Shirley felt the liquid still warm to her touch. Smelling it, she smelt the familiar smell of someone’s semen left upon her panties.

Oh well, it seems that she wasn’t the only person to go down in history who has experienced an orgasm in the Quad anymore. She looked around once more, trying to find the culprit in the dark. She didn’t see anything as far as she could see. Regardless, Shirley put on her panties, feeling the warm semen smudge against her mound and all over her pussy. She checked her watch once again. She could barely see the time, 4.30am, past the fluids that were all over her watch face. With a light bounce in her breasts, Shirley headed back to Hall for a good night’s rest before revision lessons the next day.