tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37787411971828450592024-03-05T21:25:12.940+08:00FornicationsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-41921753083915083662018-04-16T21:13:00.000+08:002018-04-16T21:13:17.279+08:00 Short Story: Office Shenanigans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">... and here are the accounts that I have passed for this month, for your approval." I handed her a stack of entries passed during the month, smiling nervously as my boss took it over lazily, and without even so much as glancing at it, she signed it and tossed the documents back at me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stared at her face, a sculpted and well-defined jawline, dark red lipstick, matching with a low cut black romper that started between her breasts and ended above her knee. I could see the slight outline of her ample breasts, the bridge of her bra clearly visible to me. Would I look like this 5 to 10 years later?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked up from her keyboard, her coloured contact lenses a mesmerizing turquoise, asking me if there was anything else. I blushed and hoped she did not catch me checking her out. I grabbed the documents and excused myself, knowing I have more work to complete.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I shut the door gently behind me and noticed you standing at her door, a new intern. Oh right. Your usual weekly report on how you were doing at the company. I smiled awkwardly, as I do around new people. You smiled and knocked gently on the door, while I hurried along down the corridor back to my cubicle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I sat down and perused through my documents, I realized my boss missed out signing on certain important pages. Heaving a sigh, I ambled my way back to her personal cubicle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waited outside the dark mahogany doors, knowing that my boss did not like to be intruded upon whilst in a meeting with another person - being you. I peaked through the window beside, the blinds were drawn down but I could see a little between the slits of each fold of the blind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You were sitting in front of the desk, and I had a side view of your features, young and seemingly innocent, or so I thought. Yet the state of your clothing betrayed that. From earlier on, your blouse lost its top 2 buttons and your chest was almost, if not more, exposed as compared to my boss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your skirt was hiked up to expose the upper thighs, the little triangle of panties just slightly visible to me from my view from the window.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What surprised me the most was that my boss stood towering beside your petite frame, her gaze no longer a lazy glance, but a flaring stare, filled with purpose and ambition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched at she lay her middle finger below your chin, tilting the small head up to look at her. I see her lips and yours moving in response to whatever she was saying, but I could hear nothing but murmurings behind the soundproof glass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could do nothing but watch as she moved her fingers downwards, her nail dragging across your soft, white flesh, stopping to rest at your third button, halfway down your torso. With two fingers, she expertly released the third button, flipping your blouse open to expose your chests, clad in a nude coloured bra that covered your gently heaving breasts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boss placed her hands below your chin once more, this time tilting your head up, till you had to stand up from your chair. Her other hand pushed aside the chair from behind you, and she slowly walked forward, placing her stilettos one in front of another, full of feminine confidence. In comparison, you looked like a trapped bunny, stumbling back in your flats and pencil skirt, which was still hiked up around your upper thigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your back contacted the cabinets behind you, but it did not shock you. Rather, it seemed that you expected it to. Quickly, the last 2 buttons of your blouse came off, and my boss placed her hands around your collar, pulling them downwards and off your shoulders. I thought I saw you shiver, probably due to the cold... or was it excitement I saw in your eyes?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reaching to the cabinet beside that I have never opened, my boss pulled out a pair of handcuffs, matte grey and solid looking, like one of those meant for high security criminals. She hooked one ring around your hand, and raised that hand above your head to loop around the handle of the upper cabinets, and the other ring found your other hand, locking you in position with both hands above your head, like a lamb prepared for slaughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boss stretched her long fingers around your face, holding your head up in her hands. Her other hand traced downwards and found the hem of your skirt, lifting them higher than before, exposing your innocent white panties.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her nails dragged across your skin, and I watched you shiver in her hands, your face almost breaking away from her gaze. You struggled to keep your eyes fixed on her, and your mouth quivered under her intense gaze. Her thumb and pinkie stretched apart, forcing you to open your legs as her sharp nails poked against your tender inner thighs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I held my gasp as I watched her bring her knee swiftly up to your private region, and I felt my insides flip as if I have been kicked between the legs myself. I reached downwards to hold my mound, feeling your pain like my own. Yet you did not falter, but perhaps your blinked a little from the sudden impact.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her knee remained there, between your legs, pushing you against the wall, and I saw you tiptoe, trying to reduce the pressure of your own weight upon your crotch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Involuntarily, the action caused you to grind against her leg a little, and I felt myself grow warm between my legs for you, feeling the need to relief myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched my boss smile, a menacing look I have never seen before. She let you go, leaving you on your feet, your hands still above your head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You breasts heaved with each breath, heavy and laboured. I saw your eyes widen as you gazed straight forward, it must be something you see my boss grabbing from her desk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She returned into view with a pair of scissors, and I felt slightly afraid for you. Should I save you? I decided to watch a little longer. You were not screaming yet, so it should be safe... Right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched as she brought the scissors down to your panties, the open blade sliding under the hems of your panties. With two snips, the top of the panty fell forward, held in place by your upper thighs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With force, I saw her pull the cloth from underneath you, the cotton material dragging across your entire pussy lips. I saw your mouth open a little, not too sure if it was in ecstasy or in pain. There you stood, shaven bare between your legs. I swear even from outside the office, I could see your pussy lips moist, a trail of clear liquid dangling from your pussy lips.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched on as she unhooked your bra clasp from the front, revealing to me a set of firm and young breasts. She unzipped your skirt and let it fall to your ankles, leaving you fully in the nude with only your flats.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You blushed in your nakedness, embarrassed to be exposed in such a manner, your hands tied above your head, unable to cover up even decently despite your nakedness. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, brown little raisins sticking out from two round mounds on your chest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I must have been transfixed by your nudity that I did not notice my boss bring out a stick with a leather patch at the top, a riding crop. I watched as she scratched her nails upon your inner thighs, motioning for you to open your legs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She brought the crop to rest on your pussy, the leather scooping out the trail of clear fluids dangling from your private region.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With quick succession, she brought the crop away and slapped it hard against your young pussy, an audible slap sound that I could hear even outside the soundproofed room. The sound was sharp and loud, yet the contact point sounded wet, moist with your pleasure fluids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt my own breath quicker than it was before, and I felt a familiar heat between my legs, aching, wishing I was in your stead. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my own panties having a moisture of their own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few more times the riding crop went, tracing around your thighs, across your flat stomach, circling your breasts, but each slap landing upon your wet pussy, the leather staying in place for a tad bit longer while your absorb in the shock, feeling the material against your sensitive spot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your pussy reddened with each slap, yet you got wetter as well, the trail of fluid now long enough to drip onto the velvet carpet below. Yet there you stood, helpless and bound, biting your lips harder with each strike of the crop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boss placed her riding crop down and came close to you, observing your eyes - needing, wanting, lusting for something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched as she traced her fingers below you, your legs wobbling with the need to be touched, an almost primal need waiting to be filled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She cupped her hands onto your mound and I saw your gasp, your eyes closed in anticipation of what was to come. I saw your mouth whimper a bit, as if begging, pleading for release. I could only imagine the pain and pleasure coursing through your red and swollen pussy, warm from the beating and sexual need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She removed her hands and she brought her knee up to between your legs once more, this time gently. Yet you grimaced with the pain of her skin being in contact with your pussy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched as she whispered into your ear, and you replied while closing your eyes, a look of relief upon your face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You started to buck your hips as my boss stood there, her thigh up against your swollen privates, as you grinded your pussy against her. With each forward trust, I watched as you got off on the mixture pain and pleasure, each movement causing you to grit your teeth together. Yet the desperation was present, the need to find release.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched as your fluids were spread across the thigh of my boss, and she gently hiked her own skirt up to prevent it from getting wet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your grinding was consistently getting rougher, each hip movement more vigorous than the last. I watched as my boss gazed at you with lighted eyes, this nubile girl getting pleasured upon her bare skin. Your wrists were red from the metal pulling at them, constricted in their cold embrace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With one last thrust, I watched as you arched you back and pressed your pussy against her thigh, an orgasm ripping through you, relieving you of your need. Your head was tilted upwards and your hands strained against the handcuffs above you. Your mouth opened in an 'O' and I swear I could hear a hint of how loud you were moaning from the release from the slight moans I could her from outside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boss lowered her leg as you leaned with your back against the cabinets, your petite body trembling from the aftermath of the orgasms, each tremor a sign of what transpired earlier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could see for myself how wet you were from the patch on my boss's leg before she wiped it down, the small patch of dampness upon the carpet upon which you stood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From the same cabinet, she retrieved a key to uncuff you, massaging your sore wrists with tender loving care. Despite of how rough she was with you earlier, she held you close to her breasts and caressed you lovingly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She helped you get dressed and I watched as she tossed the ruined panties into the bin, giving you a sly grin as she did. You pulled the skirt down around your swollen privates glad to be covered once more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Straightening up, I realized you were done with your 'meeting'. I hurried away from the door and turned to appear as if I was just walking down now, and I saw the door to the room open just in time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I fumbled with my documents and they fell to the floor. You saw that and hurried forward to help me, squatting down to scoop the pieces of paper off the carpeted floor. I mumbled a soft thank you as I helped myself to the paper, staring down the length of the skirt, seeing your bare pussy at arms length away, red and sore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You must have noticed that as you quickly stood up and straightened your skirt, a shy blush upon your face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you hurried away, I knocked and met my boss, greeting her lazy gaze. While I asked her to sign the documents, I could not help but take in the smell of sex and arousal in the room.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-51951835997233532892018-01-10T00:16:00.000+08:002018-01-10T00:16:54.049+08:00Short Story: Caught<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"So... Both of us know why you are here right?" Clarissa sat silently in front of her teacher's desk, trying to stare anywhere but at her form teacher.<br /><br />"Yes Mr Lim." She shifted her weight about the chair, wishing this was already over.<br /><br />"So please tell me what you were doing, Clarissa."<br /><br />"I just... Wanted... To see him." Clarissa stuttered, knowing that that was a lousy excuse for being in a male's toilet, when she could meet her boyfriend just about anywhere else in school.<br /><br />"I believe you and I know the amount of trouble you are in, Clarissa. Please be truthful about what exactly you were doing, right from the beginning."<br /><br />Clarissa thought of how she stumbled into the boys toilet, all giggles and butterflies in her stomach. She grabbed her boyfriend about his waist, squishing him for the first time after the long holidays. She looked to Mr Lim and shook her head.<br /><br />"Were both of you doing anything that you should not be doing?" Immediately her mind went to the french kiss they shared in the first cubicle, his hands cupping her breast underneath her blouse, her own hands massaging the growing bulge over her boyfriend's pants. Clarissa shook her head more, and looked down at her shoes.<br /><br />Mr Lim sighed. "Well, I guess I have to call your parents down if you're so uncooperative."<br /><br />Clarissa panicked, knowing how her parents were strict with her. They would not tolerate any of this nonsense. "Please. No. Don't do that. I will tell you everything."<br /><br />"Please go on."<br /><br />Clarissa recounted of how she rearranged to meet her boyfriend on the 4th floor outside the male staff toilet, which they thought no one would use. She said they started kissing at the door, and her boyfriend started to undress her...<br /><br />"Show me." Clarissa paused. She stared at the phone on Mr Lim's desk, knowing her parents were only a call away. She had to comply.<br /><br />She continued with her story, sharing with Mr Lim how her boyfriend unbuttoned her blouse button by button, and she unbuttoned her blouse as she described that she liked it like that. There Clarissa stood with her blouse unbuttoned, her fair skin underneath only covered by her bra.<br /><br />Clarissa continued, telling of how her boyfriend lifted her skirt up. Mr Lim eyed her skirt, and she got the cue. She lifted the hem of her skirt up, revealing a pair of panties that matched her bra.<br /><br />Goosebumps stood on her exposed legs, and it was not due to the cold of the air conditioned staff room. She traced her fingers across her bare skin, running them along the tiny bumps of her hair folicles. Her senses were heightened and she felt herself twitch a little from the contact.<br /><br />She tucked the hem of her skirt under the waistband of her panties, elaborating on how her boyfriend touched her. She groped her breasts just as how he did, showing Mr Lim how she liked it.<br /><br />As she reached down to her panties, she felt her own wetness, something that she did not realise earlier. She was getting aroused from recounting what happened. Clarissa paused for a moment while Mr Lim watched, his attentive eyes on her.<br /><br />"Did both of you continue?" Clarissa blushed, knowing full well that they did. She nodded. "Show me what he did next."<br /><br />No words were needed, Clarissa then started to fondle herself, massaging her breast and her pussy. Despite the layer of clothing between her skin and hands, she felt pleasured by the contact, her senses heightened, her face flush with the blood of arousal.<br /><br />She leaned against Mr Lim's desk just as she leaned against the toilet seat earlier, getting herself comfortable. Lost in the heat of arousal, Clarissa suddenly did not bother about her teacher being there at all.<br /><br />Her hands moved underneath the fabric of her underwear, feeling the tush of her pubic hair, the mound of her pussy within her hands. Her other hand reached back to unclasp her bra, allowing her breasts to now hang freely.<br /><br />Clarissa massaged her breast with one hand and found her clit with the other. She felt her pussy, warm and moist. She felt a slight moan exit her lips as she continued to touch herself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She lifted her bra upwards to expose a pair of young and firm breasts that were still growing. Her nipples stood out from her breasts, and were sensitive to her touch. She circled them with her fingers, from one breast to another, just like drawing an infinity sign. And in that moment, she truly felt infinite.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Her other hand toyed with her pussy, drawing a finger down across her wet slit. Her panty was in the way of her movements, so she pulled on the waistband and let it fall to her ankles, exposing her most private regions.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She watched Mr Lim move his hand over his groin to cover up his unmistakeable bulge slowly forming in his pants. While staring at it, Clarissa started to play with her pussy, circling her sensitive clit with her index. She imagined what it would be like to feel his cock up against her.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa started to walk closer to Mr Lim, allowing her lust to take over, letting her teacher see her developing body. A tingle went through her as Mr Lim made the first contact, placing his hands on her thigh.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the strong, well-built body of a man much much older than what she was used to. Clarissa leaned in, feeling his quickening breathing on her naked breasts.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Her hand travelled downwards and underneath his hands, feeling the hard bulge through his pants. It felt large, almost unreal.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Mr Lim's hand stroked her thigh, feeling her soft skin under his hands. Clarissa took her hand, wet with her arousal and directed Mr Lim's hand to her mound. She moaned as she felt his hands upon her sensitive spot, his hands cupping over her pussy, as if to collect the juice that was so rapidly leaking out.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She unzipped his pants and felt his cock over his underwear, warm and pulsing with each heartbeat. She leaned her breasts into his face and felt his erection stiffen, as if it was not hard enough already.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa felt his fingers start to move, sliding along het wet snatch, feeling the between the folds of her skin, spreading her fluids across her slit.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She reached underneath his waistband and pulled it down, revealing a large adult cock, one of a size that she was not used to seeing. She marvelled at the veins around the shaft, the reddish head that was pulsing with arousal. The scent of precum also filled the air, salty and sexy.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Just as she imagined it, she spread her legs on both sides of the chair that Mr Lim was sitting on, slowly lowering herself to feel his cock right against her pussy. She groaned as she felt his hand give way to let her pussy feel the contact of his member, the thick meat sliding between her legs, just on the outside of her vagina.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Her breasts were up against Mr Lim's face now, and she felt the stubble of his chin rubbing against her cleavage, a sign that she was dealing with a real man, not one of those boys that she made out with. The hairs on her neck stood up at the pleasure of his mouth slowly sucking on her skin.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Involuntarily, Clarissa felt her hips start to grind against his cock, the thick meat sliding up and down against her pussy, assistes by her natural lubrication, probbably leaking down onto Mr Lim's cock, mixing his precum and her wetness.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As Mr Lim took her nipple into her mouth, Clarissa jerked forward with the sudden spike in pleasure, her veins running with liquid pleasure. With that jerk, she felt his cock slide into position over her widening vagina, which was gladly inviting him into her velvetly embrace.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She felt the head pop in bit by bit, feeling the familar stretch of her flesh as she accomodated him. Yet it all felt as if she was a virgin all over again, his thick cock straining against the tightness of her pussy, one which was more used to the cocks of boys who were still undergoing puberty.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa felt full before the head of his cock was even fully in, and she was surprised she could feel even fuller, even more satisfied. Mr Lim did not hurry, as if somehow he knew how tight a pussy of a teenage girl would feel like with an adult cock for the first time.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa felt a pop as his cock sunk into her, and the rest of the shaft slowly followed, the folds of her pussy slowly sliding over the veins of his member.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">With each centimetre of flesh that slid into her, she felt more and more satisfied, feeling Mr Lim's cock reach into her further than anything ever could. It was like an itch that she could not scratch by herself.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She groaned as she finally felt herself sit down fully onto his cock, her butt on top of his balls.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa slowly eased herself to and fro, feeling the large pulsing member stroke the walls of the warm cavern between her legs. Clarissa slid herself up and down as she has practiced before, feeling again and again the cock hitting into her deepest regions.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She moaned and groaned, building herself up to an oragsm. For once, she felt her legs weaken and tingles along her inner thighs, pleasant and ticklish. Mr Lim full cock plunged into her, each thrust emitting the audible slapping sound of sex.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As she feel herself reach an orgasm, her pussy clenching itself over Mr Lim's cock, squeezing tight on it. She feel his cock tense up as well, as Mr Lim started to ejaculate into her. The warm semen started to hit her inside, mixing with her fluids.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Clarissa groaned as the waves of pleasure rushed over her, as her mind almost went blank from the sheer release. She leaned into Mr Lim, holding his head to her breasts for support, as she felt her legs give way to her weight.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As she feel her breaths coming back to her, she basked in the afterglow of the orgasm, feeling Mr Lim's cock throb inside her, the last drops of cum spilling into her, inside her very fertile womb.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I propped my
head upwards and laid on my side, watching you as you laid on my pillow, sound
asleep, probably too tired from what we've done together tonight. I observed as
each breath of air entered and exited you, your breasts rising and falling
under the light of the rising sun, the dim light illuminating your nakedness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I raised my
hand to stroke your hair, soft and thin, much unlike my own thick and wavy
hair. You did not stir, and you seem like a statue, a mannequin for me to
appreciate to my heart's content. Your face was warm to the touch of my cold
hands, the residue of a blusher put on by unskilled hands. Yet there was a
beauty there, a beauty in imperfection, one that reminded me of my youth and
innocence so very long ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I leaned in
to take in the scent of your shampoo, the floral scent delightful to my nose, a
warm and homely smell that laid on my pillow. I sunk my head into your hair,
each breath deeper than the last, as if I was trying to breathe you into me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand
continued to caress you lightly, holding your head in my hands, protectively. I
followed the curve of your cheekbones to come to the nape of your neck,
brushing my thumb against your jawline as I went lower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I planted a
kiss on your forehead, and yet you did not stir, save for the rising and
falling of your chest within each breath of air you take.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hands
reached your collarbone, which was visible under your skin due to how skinny
you were. It seemed a little absurd, really, that despite how skinny you were,
you had shapely round breasts. Not as big as other girls, I suppose, yet they
were large for someone as slim as you were. Better yet, they moulded perfectly
into my hands, which I just did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt the
soft and tender flesh under my fingertips, and my hand followed up and down
with each time you inhaled and exhaled. With the stimulation, I felt your body
shift a little, perhaps you were at the edge of coming back to reality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I propped
myself up, lowering my head to your breasts. I let my long hair fall on you,
the tips grazing against your skin as I went lower. I looked up
close at your nipples, a pair of protrusions that looked almost different in
almost every girl, as far as I know. Yet all of them reacted the same way, this
I know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bringing my
lips to your breasts, I stuck out my tongue and gave your nipple a lick,
tasting you, taking in your feminine scent. I lowered my mouth to cover your
nipple, swirling the brown tip in my mouth with my tongue, gently and slowly,
much unlike how guys would often turn into savages when they do so. After all,
I'm not in a rush, and your pleasure is all mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I hear your
moan rumble through your chest with my mouth upon your breasts, an unsure
squeak, a gentle whimper. I teased you a little with my tongue, going up and
down your nipple, flicking it within my mouth. I gave your nipple a gentle
suction, all while moving my hands all over your torso, slowly rousing you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I feel your
hands on my head, unsure hands that patted my hair. I turned my head upwards,
gazing past my fringe at your puppy eyes looking down right at me. You smiled a
weak smile to say good morning, and I simply smiled back in reply, because no
words were needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I returned to
my task at hand, leaving a trail of kisses around your breasts, slowly moving
back upwards. I held your soft mounds in my hands, massaging them, from time to
time giving your nipples the much-needed attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I kissed my
way upwards to your neck, leaving suction across your bare skin. You arched
your back and moaned from the sensation, my soft lips upon your sensitive
region. I twiddled your hardening nipples, feeling your heart beat fast against
my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my
knee, I felt for the region between your legs. In an effort to intensify your
arousal, I pressed against you, allowing you to grind your vagina against my
thighs. I felt the moistness of your arousal, the wetness spreading across my
leg.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I broke away
from kissing your neck to admire you once more, observing how you just lay
there with expectant eyes, your breasts heaving with each quickened breath of
air that rushed through you. Your cheeks were flush, forehead glistening with a
light sheen of sweat. Most of all, you looked young and demure, a look I
appreciated. Somehow, it felt like I was taking away your virginity, your very
first love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I got up and
proceeded to the kitchen, still fully in the nude. Most of my family members
don’t wake up till past 9am anyway, and the sky is only just lightening up to
the morning sun. I placed a frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat,
drizzling a bit of olive oil onto the pan. Breakfast for two, it seems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You came
after me, standing in the doorway, wearing my shirt from the night before.
While it may be more of a girlfriend tee than a boyfriend tee, I felt that it
still looked cute. Oh how you must have marvelled at how confident I was naked,
watching as I hurried around the kitchen. I cracked eggs into two distinct
sides of the pan and turned the fire low, letting the eggs slowly cook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I went over
to you, as naked as I was, and hugged you around your waist. I gave you a light
peck on your lips, savouring your sweet morning breath. Easily, I lifted you
and pushed you against the countertop beside my stove. Well, I guess I can have
a little breakfast appetiser. I smiled as I went down on you once more, my
hands spreading apart your thighs upon my countertop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You shut
your eyes in anticipation, letting me do what I wanted to do. It felt like you
were a willing pet, obedient to my wordless commands. I bent forward, my hair
grazing your inner thighs, causing you to sigh breathlessly above me, enjoying
the sensation of me between your legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lifted my
own shirt high enough to bare your bellybutton, viewing your private mounds and
the untamed patch of hair above your lady parts. I placed my cheek against your
belly, feeling you tense up beside me, not knowing what I would do next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The eggs
continued to sizzle even as a different form of heat filled the kitchen, the
aroma of cooked eggs and your arousal mixed together in one. I kissed downwards
and you leaned back, exposing more of your vagina to me, your vulnerability and
most treasured possession, one which I owned just overnight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your lips
were already moist in expectation, your clit poking out a little, screaming for
my attention. My tongue went onto your vagina lips, going from one side to the
other, licking up and down, up and down, and up and down again. I taste you on
my tongue, your sweet innocence, a sweet delight to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I feel your
breathing get quicker above me, yet I had to distract myself once more. I moved
myself to the pan, flipping both omelettes, looking at you all the while. How
adorable and lovely you looked, like a little flower sitting upon my kitchen
countertop. Your cute eyes staring right at me with longing, longing for me to
hold you, to make you mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Easily, I
flipped both eggs onto plates that I set aside earlier, and I returned to you
once more. You tried to hold my face in your hands, as romantically and as
sensually as I have held you so many times before that night. I knew, deep
within, that the touch of a girl like me would be so much different from all
the guys that you have had, their roughness, the selfishness, their need for
ego and satisfaction and sex, more often than not leaving us girls unsatisfied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I held you
again, and you leaned onto my shoulder, hugging me tightly like a little girl,
as if I would leave at any moment. I smiled, a smile that you could not see,
but I felt bliss in that moment. I slithered my hand downwards to your vagina
once more, feeling your moist privates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I slipped my
fingers into you, feeling your tender flesh and soft insides. I thought you
couldn’t hold me tighter, but you did as I started to move my fingers inside
you, swirling and bending my finger in the ‘come here’ sign, massaging your
sweet and sensitive spots. You moaned beside me ear, a sound that I have come
to get used to during the night of love making.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Faster and
faster my fingers went, and then I felt it. Your tightening insides and a warm
gush of liquid hitting the palm of my right hand. I felt your body tense up and
your weight fell upon me to support, as you lost control of your muscles. You
stopped breathing for a moment as you feel the ecstasy flow through you, the
first orgasm of the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I left my
fingers within you, feeling the spasms come and go inside, till it subsided to
a mild throbbing within. I held you at arm’s length and smiled at you, my usual
warm smile. I eased you into the wooden chair that sat beside my dining table,
allowing you to catch your breath as I served you your breakfast and a cup of
warm milk to chase the cold of the night away. Not that it was cold last night
though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Beside the
well-done omelettes that were beside you, you look kind of dishevelled, your
hair in a mess and your breaths still coming short. Yet you looked at me, your
eyes seemingly in a trance, a look of a lost puppy, now found and well-loved. Despite
the tiredness of the night and the intensity of the orgasm that I just
delivered to you, I feel that you still look beautiful.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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entered the dark house at about 4am in the morning, I cannot help but be amazed
at the tidiness of the house. Not an item seemed to be out of place, the
cushions on the sofa were set perfectly straight, the floor was sparkingly
clean. I felt the smooth marble flooring of your living floor as you guided me
into the depths of your house, passing by closed doors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your room
was just like the rest of the house; neat, tidy, everything arranged almost
clinically. You sat me down on your bed and asked if I would like something to
drink after the long night. I nodded, and you left for the kitchen, leaving ne
to marvel at how your room depicted your meticulousness. You returned with a
cup of water for both of us, and I was thankful for the liquid that flowed down
my throat, cooling the heat from all the liquor earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You smiled
at me, a smile that seemed so warm and natural, and I smiled in return. You
stood in front of me and placed your hands on me, kneading my stiff shoulders
from dancing all night. I closed my eyes and sighed, allowing your gentle
caress to soothe out the ache in my bones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As you
continued to massage my shoulders, I placed the empty cup of water on the desk
beside me, moving my now empty hands to hug your waist, feeling the arch of
your back. I pulled you in closer, my face now against your stomach. I took a
deep breath and breathed in the smell of your perfume, your scent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With your
body closer to mine, I felt you bend downwards, one of your hands moving down
my back, reassuring and comforting. Your other hand reached for my head and
stroked my long hair, gently patting my head with the palm of your hand. I felt
a warm fuzzy feeling within me, a purr building up somewhere deep inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I touched
your bare arms, feeling your soft and smooth skin. I reached for your back and
slipped my hands under your shirt, feeling more of your bare skin, this time
also feeling the stiffness of your arched back, the well-toned muscles
underneath your skin. I pulled upwards and you lifted your hands off me for a
moment, for me to lift your top up and above your shoulders, above your head
and then off you. I was faced with a flat stomach that I could be jealous of,
and skin that was just as flawless as that on your arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You returned
your hands to me, bringing my face close to you once more, gently running your
hands down the small of my back. I automatically lifted my hands up as you
reached for the hem of my top, lifting them off me as I did so to you. I
shivered a little at the cool air against my skin, yet I was still warmed by
all the alcohol that I took in earlier. I suddenly became very self-conscious,
knowing that my figure was not as good as yours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With one
fluid motion, I felt the clasp of my bra release as you placed your hands on me
once more, and my breasts fell forward without the support of my bra holding
them in. You reached back and undid your own, your breasts spilling forward
just like mine. Your nipples were light brown and almost symmetrical, your
nipples erect against the cold of the air just like mine are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I realised
that I was holding my breath, appreciative of the beauty in front of me. Your
hair was thick yet luscious, flowing around your head and unto your shoulders,
stopping just short of your soft mounds. Your breasts were firm and bounced
lightly, and they seemed like perfectly shaped globes. Your body was just as
well-defined as the rest of you, and you had v-lines that dipped down into your
jeans. I have never felt so attracted to someone of the same gender before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was
greeted by your smile as you moved towards me once more, gently holding my head
in your hands, so loving and so tender. I have never experienced this with any
man in my prior relationships. Somehow, I felt like you knew my body better I did,
holding me in all the right spots as I sat there not knowing what to do with my
hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I placed my
head between your soft breasts and hugged you around the waist, placing my
fingers into the hook of your jeans. I pulled them down and revealed your v-line
further, lines that disappeared into the pair of lacy thongs that you wore. I
never dared to wear something that looked so adult, so feminine. I shuddered to
remember that I was only wearing a pair of usual cotton panties underneath me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You pushed
me back onto your queen-sized bed, my body gently laying down at where you must
have laid a thousand times before. I felt the depress of the bed as you got on
top of me, you lips inches from mine, your light brown and warm eyes staring
into my very soul. I was enticed and seduced, a warm fuzzy feeling developing
within me that I knew was not because of the alcohol.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my
weight on the bed, you reached below me and pulled my bottoms off, more of my
nakedness revealed before you. You did not look down to make me self-conscious,
but you placed your hands upon my stomach and moved downwards, ridding me of my
cotton panties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I looked
into your eyes as they moved closer, your lips suddenly barely inches away from
me. I felt my lips graze against yours, both our lipsticks sticking together
for a moment before your lips touched mine, pressing against me softly, gently,
very much unlike men who just jammed their faces against my face. Even your
kisses were perfect, and it felt like your lips were moulded to fit mine. It
was soft and sensual, teasing me, making me want more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your hair
cascaded around me, your fragrance mixing with my very own. One of your hands
held mine, your fingers entwined around, holding me in comfort and security.
Your other hand traced my skin, skin that was not as perfect as yours was. Yet
in the heat of the moment, my insecurities regarding the many bumps around my
body disappeared, and for that moment I felt as pretty as you were.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I never knew
touching could make me feel this good. Your fingers moved about my torso,
fingertips running across my stomach, upwards and upwards, till I felt them right
at the bottom of my feminine mounds. I was still entwined in my kiss with you,
your lips now gently nibbling on mine, parting for a moment and going back at
them again, as if I was an appetiser in a fine dining restaurant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your hands
circled my breasts and held them gently, your fingers occasionally drifting
across my sensitive nipples. In those moments, I felt the purr within me escape
momentarily, and I felt your smile on my lips as these little squeaks of
pleasure escaped from my lips. I felt like a child in your hands, a child that
was loved and appreciated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried to
hold your head as you held mine earlier, but I know my attempts at mimicking
you must have been clumsy, as you giggled between kisses. Your hands now moved
downwards slowly, and I arched my hips upwards, my lower body craving for your
touch, ready to me made yours. How I willed for your hands to move faster, for
your mouth to press hard against me, your tongue to ravage my mouth. Yet you
were still soft and gentle, slowly increasing my desire for you, my lust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt your
hand above my pubis mon, circling the few strands of unkempt pubic hair that
were untamed. I felt warm between my legs, and I wanted to badly to touch
myself, release myself of the sexual stress that was building up deep within
me. You broke away from the kiss, staring into my puppy eyes for a moment,
admiring how desperate I must have looked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You grabbed
both my hands and held them above me, pinning them own with your left. Then
again, you moved your head towards me, but this time going lower than my lips.
I felt your soft hair on my chest as you descended upon me, your mouth against
the nape of my neck. I could barely catch the purr as it came on the way out,
my mouth opening with an O and my eyes shut, enjoying your soft lips against my
neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your free
hand moved between my legs, gently stroking my thighs upwards and upwards, and
moving on to the other thigh before it reached the top. Every fibre of me felt
like I was like that of a drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.
I swear, in that moment I could feel the moisture of my sex slowly oozing out
of me, a trickle of fluid flowing from the folds of my vagina down towards the
crevice of my ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yet you did
not relent in teasing me, your mouth moving downwards towards my breast. As you
took my nipple deep inside your mouth, I felt like a jolt of electricity run
through me, and I was very sure that I could not catch the moan that now freely
escaped my lips. As I arched my back, I could feel some of the stress within me
being released. My body tensed up and let go, my first orgasm of the night
ripping through me like a bullet. I shuddered as pleasure rocked my body, yet
you continued to kiss me around my nipples. I did not know I could even cum
without touching myself between my legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt
myself panting as the last reveries of orgasm left me, and I was sure that you
knew I came. You lifted your head off me as you smiled at me, a smile that was
reassuring, a smile that knew that in that moment, I was already yours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You released
my hands and laid against me, watching each breath of mine, your fingers
playfully twiddling with my pubic hair above my feminine parts. I placed my
arms around you and hugged, and it was indeed a different feeling, hugging
another girl like myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You leaned
your head against my breast, possibly listening to my heart that beat like a
sledgehammer, my breath that came in short gasps. The aftermath of the orgasm
still rocked through me, and I was dizzy from the pleasure. I even felt like
there was a sweet taste on my lips, a taste that I could not describe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As your hand
cupped my mound, I knew my night was far from ending. I wanted to tell you that
I was tired, that you can stop, that that was the best orgasm of my life
already. Yet, a part of me wanted more, that desired still the need to be
filled, and so the whole of me laid there, waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You placed
your middle finger against my folds, and I finally realised how wet I was, my
entrance entirely soaked through with my stickiness. I felt your finger slowly
parting my lips, lips that parted easily due to my arousal. My wetness invited
you in, allowing you to slip into my warm flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With a tired
gasp, I moaned is you entered me, your finger that was not as thick as a penis,
yet it felt more fulfilling, filled with the emotion of trust and security, of
comfort and of love. I knew I could crave this feeling more than the filing any
penis could grant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Easily, your
slipped another finger into me, feeling my depths and wetness. I gasp as your
fingers started to move. I was too tired to control the sounds that came from
within me naturally. I simply held on to you as I parted my legs wider in the
hopes of feeling you explore me deeper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Your fingers
felt better than my own, slipping in and out of me so naturally, as if it was
your own vagina that you were fingering. Between each thrust, I turned to see
you watching me as you drew me nearer to my second orgasm, eyes twinkling with
playful pleasure, warm, brown eyes that captivated me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I hugged you
closer as I felt my body tense once more, and as I released, I clamped my
thighs around your hand, willing you to stop as my second orgasm overtook my
senses. Nevertheless, you did not stop, but continued to move your fingers
against me, pressing your thumb against my swollen clit and your fingers
pressing against what I knew was my g-spot, a spot I never knew existed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Despite the
beautiful orgasm I felt earlier, I never knew it could feel even better. I
closed my eyes as the second orgasm started to rock me, your fingers moving
about deep within me. Your mouth found mine as I moaned, or maybe screamed, my
shrill voice covered with your mouth. Your tongue pushed between my lips,
twisting and turning within my mouth as your fingers now moved deep within me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With that, I
felt myself lose control of my body as another orgasm rode upon my second
orgasm, pleasure combined with pleasure, my mind blank and my body totally
yours, under your control. I felt a gush of warm liquid exit the folds of my
vagina, wetting my thighs that were still shut around your fingers,
experiencing my first ever squirting experience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I never knew
a pleasure like this, a pleasure I could get drunk on, get addicted on. I broke
away from our kiss and opened my eyes as I felt my body subside from the
orgasm. I took in the beauty of your face, your hair falling upon me, your warm
brown eyes. It was like I was experiencing love all over again. I felt my
consciousness fading away, tiredness taking over, and your face was the last thing
I recall as I blacked out.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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supposed to be a casual weekend dinner. Since my niece recently graduated from
university a couple of weeks back, the family wanted to get together for a
short dinner together. Not that we had gatherings usually, since everyone was
always busy with work and their own lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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house was the biggest, we all agreed on using my house for the dinner together.
Despite it being a celebratory dinner for her graduation, my niece offered to
cook for all of us. I was thankful for her offer, since I did not know how to
cook myself, and I did not want to splurge money on ordering food for the whole
family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I watched
from the kitchen door as she went about preparing the food for the dinner that
we were going to have later. The rest of the family were still busy with their
weekend plans, so both my niece and I had the house to ourselves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grow up over the years, my niece developed a rather nice figure for herself.
From what I saw on social media, she joined some dance team while in
university, toning her already slender figure and womanly features. She often
wore well-fitting clothes in her outfit photos, clothes that highlighted her
slim waist, her slender legs and of course, the two beautiful breasts of hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was
already married, but my wife never had the body my niece has right now. More
often than not, my niece’s photos were the source of my masturbation material,
and sometimes, I imagined that she was the one I was making love to when I was
having sex with my wife. To see her in front of my, in my kitchen, was already
like a wet dream come true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I continued
to observe as my niece semi-danced about the kitchen, chopping vegetables and
slicing meat with grace that I never imagined possible from cooking. The way
she prepared the dishes seemed like an artform itself. My focus was not on the
food, but from the times she swirled about, her skirt rising just a little,
revealing a little more flesh. When she bent over, my eyes travelled downwards
from her neck downwards to her chest, or rather, the cavity that formed between
her well-developed breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Uncle,
would you like to help?” I was shaken out from my daze as my niece called me
over, asking me to sit in front of her and help slice some cloves of garlic for
later.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As she bent
forward to show me how it should be done, my eyes moved over from the chopping
board to her, my eyes between the gap created by her tank top as she leant
over. With me in a sitting position right in front of her, I could look all the
way down, see her milky breasts heaving with each breath that she took, covered
by her bra. I could see further, down her torso and see her slender skin about
her waist, unblemished by stretchmarks or age.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If my niece
had caught me staring, she did not care to give anything away, not even a
falter in her instructions and no effort to hide the excellent view from me.
She just smiled at me as she left the garlic to me to mince.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, she
returned to the stove, her back towards me now. I chopped the garlic as she
instructed, mincing them into small bits for frying. Between each chop, I
looked up towards my niece, observing how her ass swayed with each movement she
made.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From time to
time, she would turn around and give me one of those sweet smiles of hers,
making sure that I was still chopping the garlic. With my utensil drawer below
the stove, she also bent down often to retrieve the wok and utensils, her skirt
rising each time she did so. My eyes widened as she bent over, more skin being
revealed then what I saw earlier. Her thighs were as fair as the rest of her,
and I sweat I could almost see the bottom of her underwear if she bent over any
more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once done
with the garlic, I passed it to her and sat there like a dimwit, not knowing
how else I could help out in the kitchen. I just sat there, watching as my
niece continued to work about the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, she
proceeded to go behind me to another set of drawers that was behind me,
instructing me to look after the stove while she was preparing dishes behind. I
stared at the fire, thinking about the beauty behind me, how close she was. I
swear, I could almost smell her feminine scent with her within such proximity
to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then,
without warning, I felt her hands upon my shoulders, and she leaned her weight
onto my back. I opened my mouth in shock, but no words came out. I felt her as
she leaned forward, her hair draped over one of my shoulders, her mouth beside
my ear, her sweet breath falling gently on my cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Uncle, did
you like the view I gave you earlier?” I felt her hands move forward,
travelling down my body slowly and surely. Slender hands tracing down the front
of my shirt, till it reached the waistband of my shorts. I felt her lips on my
ears, each warm breath of her seemingly warmer than the warmth of the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My niece
moved her hands to my groin, placing her hands lightly over my hardening
member. She moved her lips downwards as well, kissing my neck in such a way as
my wife never did so. It felt pleasurable, her soft lips upon the back of my
neck. I did not know that kisses on my neck could feel so good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt her
breasts on my shoulders, her hands replacing themselves on my inner thighs,
spreading them apart, as if I was a girl. Yet, somehow it felt good as she
moved her hands on sensitive spots that I never imagined, spots that my wife never
found despite us being together for so long. It felt like my niece was an
expert, knowing where would turn me on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cock
strained against my tight underwear, hard like I have never felt so before for
a long while. As my niece moved her hands back to cup my groin, I could feel
precum oozing out of my manhood, wetting the front of my underwear. I never
knew I could be wet as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I groaned as
she continued to tease me through my clothes, her mouth delivering pleasure
through light, gentle kisses on my neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not being
able to hold off any longer, I took off my shirt, standing up in the process. I
looked down at myself, my cock forming a large bulge in front of my shorts. I
turned around to face me niece, who had a sheepish grin upon her face, her
mouth gently sucking on her index finger innocently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took off
my shorts and underwear in one smooth action, revealing my full cock to my
young niece. I have never seen it so swollen, or so angrily purple before, my
cock standing full at attention. Yet my niece did not falter, nor seemed
shocked that her uncle just stripped before her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not missing
a beat, she knelt down before me and took my cock into her mouth. I have never
received a blowjob from my wife, save my birthdays, and those blowjobs were
nothing compared to how my niece was sucking me off right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her tongue
moved all about the head of my member, her lips fully wrapped around my rod of
flesh. I placed my hands upon her head, feeling my hands full of her soft hair,
not dry and thick like my wife’s. I felt as her fingers moved all over my
balls, cupping them and gently kneading them with her fingers. It really felt
like I was in heaven, and it seemed like she wanted to milk me dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt
uncontrollable pleasure as her tongue moved below my cock head, her hands
stroking whatever that was left of my cock outside her mouth. She stroked me
hard and fast, fast in a way that I could not control the pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon enough,
I felt the unmistakable pleasure as the first wave of orgasm hit me, my warm
semen shooting out into her mouth, mixed with her saliva. I looked down at her
as she wrapped her lips firmly around my cock, not moving on inch, taking each
drop of my semen into her mouth. Her hands continued to stroke me and knead my
sack, and I continued to cum, each spurt taken by her without a complain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the
ravages of my orgasm left me, my niece loosened her mouth about my cock and
kept them closed. Grabbing an empty bowl from the table, she spit out my cum,
mixed with her saliva, into the bowl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cock
still stood hard, I was quite surprised that it did not grow flaccid after my
explosive orgasm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without a
word, my niece lifted herself up in one fluid motion and sat on the set of
drawers behind her. She sat there and reached out, her hands grabbing me by my
shoulders. She pulled me towards herself and slid her hands down to my hands,
where she motioned for me to reach under her skirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lifting her
skirt up, I was surprised to find her vagina cleanly shaven, her privates
totally bare under her skirt. My cock throbbed with excitement as I realised
what she wanted me to do next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I placed my
cock at her entrance, my cock seemingly a giant in front of her tiny slit. I
could see her slit glistening with her juices, slowly being joined by my own
mixture of fluids on my cock head. I eased my cock between the folds of her
skin, sliding myself gently into her warmth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt her
flesh slowly envelope me into its embrace, the tight young cunt slowly gulping
me into its tight crevice. It felt like she was sucking me in slowly and
gently, taking my cock deep inside her. It felt like a totally new experience
from the sex I am accustomed to with my wife. In fact, after this I was sure
that sex with my wife will never feel the same ever again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My hips made
contact with her, and she moaned with a sigh of relief as I was all the way
inside her, filling her young pussy up within. I felt like I was having my
first sex all over again, and my niece gave me a look as if she was
experiencing the best feeling in her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I started to
thrust into her, stroke after stroke, slowly picking up speed. I hear the wet
sound of our bodies hitting against one another, my bare shaft slick with her
juices, without the interference of a condom between the both of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cock felt
sensitive, having cum before, and the sensitivity made me feel weak in the
knees, like it was too much to handle. I have never continued having sex after
having orgasmed, but this girl was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I was
sure I could not miss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cock went
deep inside her and she grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me in after each
time I pulled out. I slammed my hips into her with force, exploring her depths,
seeing how far my cock can go within her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon enough,
I felt another wave of orgasm about to hit. As if on cue, my niece pulled me in
and gave me a kiss, a kiss unlike any of those given by my wife before, even at
the peak of our passionate moments. I felt her tongue rape the caverns of my
mouth, swirling inside me like a whirlwind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With my lips
taken by her, I could not utter a warning as I feel the familiar warm liquid
rush through my cock, filling my niece up deep within. I felt the warm fluid
gush out, each thrust now pushing a mixture of liquids out of my niece and onto
me. I felt the gooey substance stick to my pubic hair, get onto my ballsack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the last
waves of orgasm left me, I felt myself stumble backwards onto the table behind
me, my now flaccid cock flopping out of my niece with a plop sound. With my
knees weak, I felt myself slide down to the floor, my old body fatigued from
the intense sex that I just experienced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My eyelids
fluttered and I felt sleep taking me as I sat on the floor. Before I went to
sleep, I swear I saw my niece gathering up the fluids that were now leaking out
of her, and slowly trickling each drop carefully into the bowl that she spit
into earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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later, I woke up to the sound of people talking right outside the kitchen. I
awoke with a start, realising that I was still naked on the floor, my nudity on
display for all to see. I panicked as I knew that I could not leave the kitchen
without anyone noticing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To my
surprise, I found a stack of clothes, neatly stacked, right beside me. “For
you, my dear uncle.” Flipping through the clothes, I found no underwear. Urgh.
My cheeky niece. Nevertheless, I heaved a sigh of relief as I put them on,
thanking my niece mentally in the process.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I exited the
kitchen and greeted my family, my niece already seated at the table. She smiled
at me her usual innocent smile and came over, guiding me to my seat. As I sat
down, her hands went all over my inner thigh, grabbing my cock through the
fabric of my pants. I jumped a little, the contact sensitive and my cock, for
the first time, painfully sore from sex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My niece
only gave me a smile and presented me with a dish of my own, telling my family
that it’s a way of saying thanks given that I helped out in the kitchen with
her today. Revealing her dish, it appeared to be fried fish with salted egg
yolk sauce, to the jealousy of my other relatives at the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was it
really salted egg yolk sauce? I swear the sauce smells just like my niece… And
also of me.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-64394901737921376972017-07-17T01:29:00.004+08:002017-07-17T01:46:57.735+08:00Welcome Back<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
Hello again all,</div>
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A warm hello to my old and loyal followers, and an equally warm welcome to all my new followers reading my blog. I haven’t been writing for a while, which explains why I decided to post 3 stories before writing something for myself. I feel like I owe some long overdue stories to those who have been eagerly waiting for me to come back.</div>
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For those who have met for for the first time, I am currently a graduate from a local university. I like to cook, bake, read and watch drama, and of course, writing erotica. In reality, I am a very quiet individual, someone who blends into the background, someone that you probably will never notice.</div>
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In today’s post, I shall answer some frequently asked questions that I have encountered so far since my return:</div>
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<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">1. Hi.</span><br />
Yes. Hello.</div>
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Nope.</div>
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You may contact me through my email at jezebel.ira@gmail.com. I prefer not to use instant messaging apps unless I’m super comfortable with you. For those who are new to writing emails, take note that e-mail writing format is different from Whatsapp writing format. Please include in your email:<br />
- Polite greetings<br />
- Introduction<br />
- Purpose of emailing me (Your purpose should not be a subset of Q2)<br />
- A proper sign off<br />
Only then will I reply you! Otherwise I don’t know why my email always ends up being redirected by my hand to a folder that I created called “Spam Inbox from Weird People”.</div>
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Just like most novels out there, stories are often written with some basis of reality, with a dose of the author added into its inky pages. So yes, the stories can be real, but only to some extent. Which also means, yes, the stories are fake, and also to some extent. That’s what fantasy is about isn’t it? Realistic dreams.</div>
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Imagination.</div>
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Thank you for your kind words! I will take note all your recommendations and feedback as well. Do continue to follow for more stories!</div>
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Lots of love,<br />
Jezebel</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-21569404269641900832017-07-17T00:23:00.000+08:002017-07-17T01:03:51.294+08:00Jezebel’s Diary 11: Reading<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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story of a girl. A wallflower, someone who did not draw too much attention to
herself. Someone who sat quietly in class while the boys threw paper balls
around the classroom, while girls gossiped about the latest couple in school.
This comes from a time, when smartphones had yet to be released and when MSN
messenger was the go-to platform for ‘project meetings’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This girl
was a plain Jane, so we shall call her Jane in this story. Just an average girl
in an average secondary school. Her grades were decent, but not good enough
that it drew attention. She had no interesting hobbies, nothing on her that
people could gossip about. In fact, the most interesting thing about her was
that she was a bookworm, never to be seen around school without a storybook in
her hand that was thicker than any of her textbooks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Once the
school bell rang, Jane was always one of the first students out of school,
disappearing right under her classmates’ noses. No one notices her, not that
anyone bothered to anyway. Jane rushed to the bus stop, and always manages to
grab a bus which was not infected with students who just ended school.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She makes
her way to the library, a home away from home. She had one of those stepdads
who abused her and her sister frequently, so Jane spent as much time as
possible at the library, claiming to be studying. Yet, her real reason to be
here was to be with her friends, her fictional friends from lands far away,
where snow, floods and earthquakes were common, where magic flowed in people’s veins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Being in
secondary school, no one bats an eyelid as Jane heads up to the adult section,
where there were no kids screaming and where there were thicker books that
appealed more to her. Jane picks up a new novel today, not sure of whatever she
was reading, not sure who she will be meeting today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sitting down in a quiet corner of her choosing, Jane opens up her book and
allows the words to welcome her into its ink-based world. She opens this book
without realising that this book will change who she is, a book that will
create someone new within her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Being a book
catered to the older crowd, Jane was still unaware of the themes these books
carried within, themes that she was not ready for. Today, that book was one
such book. A book set in Ancient Greece, set in the midst of a war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane
continued to read word after word, the printed words forming images in her mind
like that of a movie. She watched as characters were portrayed sexually, when
the heroine herself was raped, where men revealed their deepest and darkest
sexual fantasies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“… The
general stood facing the captured princess and king, both of whom were held in
chains underneath the deepest dungeon that their castle had, a castle that they
once called home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was as if
Jane was with them, feeling the cold of the dungeon against her skin, seeing
the princess in her ragged clothes and the king with his frayed beard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Giving an
evil smile, the general once again asked the king to beg for mercy, to
surrender his castle and ask his troops to lay down their arms against the
rebel forces. The king lay silent, not wanting to break the morale of his men,
loyal men fighting for freedom, fighting for their homes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The general
shook his head, annoyed by the king’s stubbornness. He walked over to the
princess in chains, noting how beautiful she was, even with her clothes in such
a disarray. In fact, the dirt and grime in the dungeon only served to let her
beauty stand out even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Taking his
spear, he prodded it under her chin, lifting up her head to observe his beauty
for himself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane felt
her chin being tilted upward by the words, and she felt for herself the point
of the spear just above her throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“She was a
beauty indeed. The tales did not lie. With one swift stroke, the general
brought his blade down the front of whatever remained of the princess’s
garments, her bare skin revealed to the general, skin untouched by the eyes of
mere men.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The king
expressed an expression of shock, looking away from his daughter’s state of
undress. The princess closed her eyes, ashamed of her nakedness. The general
only laughed, his eyes aflame with evil intentions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane felt
for herself the state of the princess’s undress despite still having her
uniform on. She traced a finger down the front of her clothes, as if a blade
was being drawn down the centre of her torso. She tried to feel for herself
what the princess would have felt, naked before at least two men in a dark
dungeon, only lit by torches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The general
grabbed the princess by her throat, pulling her upright till she stood on
tiptoes, her eyes still closed in defiance, defying the inevitable. With his
other free hand, her brought down his fingers upon her face of beauty with a
loud and audible slap, one that echoed through the dungeons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The princess
only gasped from the pain, while her father stay knelt upon the cold stone, his
body shaking with anger and tears flowing from his eyes. The general only
slapped her once more, feeling triumphant at the helplessness of the royal
family before him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was as if
Jane was being slapped herself, having been beaten by her stepdad before. Yet,
she was aware of the nakedness of the princess, and she felt like she herself
was being abused and humiliated, right before her very own father. She felt a
tingle down her bare skin, and a flush rushed to her cheeks, reddened as if she
was really slapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“A
full-grown man, the general was well-aware of the weaknesses of the human body.
If force could not break her, perhaps pleasure would. With force, he tore apart
whatever remaining cloth there was on the princess’s body, allowing her to
stand fully naked in front of her father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The princess
stood shivering from the cold, shaking from the pain dealt to her cheeks. She
felt her nipples harden with the cold air upon her bare breasts, sore and erect
with blood. The general only laughed at her helplessness, and softly drew his
fingers over her naked chest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane felt as
if she herself was molested. Nipples that she never felt before were suddenly
very sensitive to her, pushing outwards from her chest. In the cold of the
library, she felt the soft fabric of her training bra touch against her
nipples, the general himself was there, touching her young body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“He
continued to touch her, totally ignoring the kneeling king barely an arm’s
length away. He dragged his fingers across her mounds of flesh gently, feeling
the smooth skin under his callused fingers. He observed as the princess seemed
to relax a little, yet she still pursed her lips, maintaining silence. Without
warning, the general gave the princess’s nipples a pinch, causing her to give
out a little cry of pain at the sudden pressure upon her already sensitive
nipples.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane jumped
a little at the sudden development, moving her hands upwards to cover her
breasts on instinct. This, as she would later know, was not a good move to
make. Her hand’s pressure on her breast also felt like something new to her,
and thankfully she managed to bite down upon her lips just in time to muffle
her moan into a squeak. This feeling was new to her, unexplored, unknown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One would
think nothing of this young girl in a school uniform, just someone who was
really absorbed into the thick novel she was currently reading, barely able to
contain her excitement. Little did they know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The general
traced his hands all over the naked princess, each stroke getting lower and
lower…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane moved
her fingers down, slowly touching herself, her other hand holding the book
firmly, turning the page when necessary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“He came to
a rest before her navel, his hands inches above her naturally grown public
hair, hair that was just as lush as the hair upon her royal head. He lifted his
fingers up and bent down to see her better, and to get a better view of her
lower body. He continued his gentle strokes once more, starting from her knees
upwards…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And Jane
followed, placing her free hand upon her knee, gently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“He stroked
upwards, gently moving his old hand along her smooth inner thigh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And Jane
also moved her hands up, up her school skirt. She felt a warm flush, her skin
more sensitive than it should be. It felt forbidden, wrong, yet it felt good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“He reached
her private region, which seemed to be oozing a different sort of heat compared
to the rest of the body. Being a full-grown man accustomed to lots of sexual
pleasures, he could distinctly smell the scent of arousal in the air in the
deep, dark dungeon. The princess moaned – the first audible sound she made – in
pleasure, sensing feelings she never experienced before.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane moved
upwards to cup the mound of her young pussy, feeling warm between her legs. Her
skirt was hitched up by her arm, but no one was around to see. She felt the
slight moisture upon her privates, and somehow she knew where would feel good.
She moved her hands in circles below herself, imagining herself being touched
instead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The general
then stroked her privates, running a finger along her thin, unused clit,
untouched by any man.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane shifted
her panties to the side to gain access to her privates, her bare hands a
different feeling altogether from being touched over her panties. She groaned a
little moan as she stroked her fingers up and down upon her slit, feeling the
new sensation of wetness upon her fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The
princess continued to moan despite being fondled by her captor, her body a slave
to her own erotic desires.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Without care for her surroundings – not that she needed to – Jane continued to
stroke herself, feeling her first touch of her engorged and aroused clit.
Knowing how it felt exceptionally good there, she continued to touch herself
there, running circles around her little button.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Then all of
a sudden the general tilted his finger and plunged it deep inside her. The
lubrication of her arousal allowed his finger for easy entry, and she did not
feel the pain, only pleasure as she was fingered by the kingdom’s sworn enemy
right in front of her father.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane tried
for herself, lowering her wet finger slowly to the entrance that was inviting
her. It was easy to find, the source of the wetness, the source of the womanly
warmth between her legs. She eased her own fingers deep into herself, stifling
a moan as she felt herself being filled up by her fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She started
to discover herself, feeling for herself the soft, sensitive spots deep within
her. She continued to stroke, feeling the pleasure build upon pleasure created
by an earlier stroke, pleasure building up for some sort of great release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“The general
wiggled his fingers deep inside his captive princess, his fingers exploring her
unexplored caverns, her untouched innocence. He was forceful yet gentle at the
same time, and with each time he plunged his finger deep inside her again, the
princess moaned, her cries of pleasure drowning out the sobs of her father just
barely metres away.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And then
Jane felt it, the first wave of unexplainable pleasure and release. Underneath
her school skirt and with her fingers knuckle deep within her, her pussy gave
out a spasm as the first wave of orgasm hit her, then another and another was
the words on the book rolled into an image of pleasure on her imagination.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She was
unaware if she actually let out a moan, but she was shaking from the
overbearing pleasure that wrecked her over and over again, her knees pressed
together and her fingers wet inside her, feeling every time her young vagina
clenched its soft muscles around her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When she
finally did recover from her climax, Jane could feel each pump of blood that
flowed through her, and she felt light-headed and faint. She felt her vagina
still throbbing, the vestiges of her first orgasm leaving her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Her breath
came in quick breaths, and she slowly placed her panties back to where they
below, and she cleaned her wet fingers upon her school skirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jane shut
the book she held, marking where she stopped reading and where pleasure took
over. Walking to the book borrowing machine, she could feel her moist underwear
between her legs, and a slight stickiness of her bodily fluids upon her inner
thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She scanned
the book, and carried the book in her hands, leaving the library with no one
taking a look at her, just like the way she entered, just like the way she went
everywhere else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And that, is
the story of how a plain Jane found her first orgasm, and many more to come,
with a book – A book with a heroine named Jezebel.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-6006732371120621052017-07-08T01:23:00.000+08:002017-07-08T01:25:34.563+08:00Short Story: Virginity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was nervous as I twiddled my thumbs over my phone. I wanted this
for a while already, did I not? Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden?
There’s a first time for everything, and this was the first time I acted on my
desires.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was jolted from my thoughts as my phone rang once again, the
WhatsApp logo appearing on my screen. “I am downstairs.” This was all the
message said, the sender a series of numbers that I simply saved as “Unknown”,
all to reduce suspicion from whoever who looked through my contacts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I stood up from my sofa, clenching my house keys in my hands. I took
a few attempts before I managed to open the door, my hands shaking, not sure if
it was from my nerves or from excitement. As I entered the dimly lit lift, I was
suddenly aware of everything around me; the old lift smell accompanied with the
stench of multiple people, the silence in the HDB, and my loud beating heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The lift door opened and I stepped out, not knowing what to expect. I
took a few turns before I noticed what I was expecting. She stood against a
wall, wearing a dress that did not highlight any prominent features. I noticed
that she wore heavy makeup, bearing red luscious lips, thick eyeliner with matching
eyeshadows. Somehow, she vaguely resembled the photo I chose earlier, a slim,
delicate figure. Yet, however, she seemed to lack the cleavage I was drawn by,
claiming she was an average C-cup.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Not knowing what to say, I stammered “Erm… Hello? It’s me.” She
glanced at me and smiled a slight smile, one that matched her petite figure.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hello.” That was all she said, and she walked towards me, nodding for
me to lead the way.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I walked before her, noting that I was underdressed compared to her,
wearing only slippers, shorts and the nearest t-shirt that I could find when I
dialled her number. As we stepped into the lift, I stood a distance from her,
not knowing if I should place my hands about her or approach her in any way.
When she did not initiate, I simply stood leaning against the wall of the lift,
standing in awkward silence as the lift rose to my level.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We
continued to walk in silence towards my door, and I was secretly hoping for
none of my neighbours to look out just as I walked past. Seeing as it was
already a pretty late hour, I was thankful that I did not encounter any curious
eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-GB">I
unlocked my door, and waved her in. I barely remember her name. What was it
again? She continued to follow me as I led her to my bedroom, the only room in
the house with lights on. My family were out on a holiday, leaving me at home
to take care of the house.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Erm... Before we continue, I would like to collect the payment
first.” I nodded as I took the cash I already prepared on the table for her.
She took the cash in her hands, counted it briefly and inserted them into her
bag, which she placed on my study table. “Thank you.” I simply nodded, not
knowing what to do next. Here I was, standing awkwardly in my own room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Is this your first time?” I nodded. “Will you be shy?” I shook my
head. I was familiar with what was going to happen... Right?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She smiled as she casually slipped off the straps of her dress,
pulling it over her head and off her body. I simply stood and observed her
matching white underwear covering her body. Somehow, the pictures looked better
earlier. I kind of expected it, but well, I’ve already paid.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She did not bother asking as she took her panties and bra off, placing
her clothes in a neat pile beside her bag. She had a skinny body, and I swear
her breasts do not look as large as she claimed it was. She was lightly
trimmed, her pubic hair a neat triangle above her private region.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She made herself at home, sitting directly on my messy bed. She
smiled and signalled me over, and I gladly obliged, not know what else I could
do. Is this where I as allowed to touch? What should I be doing next?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I shivered as she helped me take my t-shirt off, even though it
wasn’t cold in the room. I usually walked around half-nude at home, but somehow
I felt exposed to the eyes of this complete stranger before me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Her hands were cold, and she slipped her fingers below the waistband
of my shorts and underwear, pulling me free of them. My cock was directly in
front of her face, flaccid and waiting for action. She immediately took my cock
into her mouth without waiting for me to say anything, eagerly sucking on my
cock like a pro.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I moaned and closed my eyes, the feeling unexplainably warm. Her
soft lips were around my cock, engulfing them into her wet mouth. With every
moment that she pulled out and went down again, she made a slurping sound that
indicated the little suction that she was applying to my awakening member. My
cock slowly hardened as it was warmed by her delicate mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to stand there not knowing what to do, so I simply placed
my hands upon her shoulders, which I felt were cold compared to my hands. She
felt really… Tiny in my hands. Delicate, even. I was unfamiliar with how I
should be touching her. She continued to suck my cock, as if my touch did not
bother her in the slightest. I groaned with pleasure as she gave one hard suck,
as if trying to drain all my semen out of me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She was rough with my cock, yet it was obvious that she knew what
she was doing. She flicked her tongue about my cock head, which felt a bit
rough initially, yet I slowly got used to the feeling of her tongue going rough
over my erect penis. It felt good, to be honest. Her cock gave me a suction
that my hands alone could not provide.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Up and down, up and down she went, engulfing my cock. I was surprised
that she could take so much of my cock into her mouth, given her petite figure.
It did feel a bit tight about my cock head when she went down all the way, so I
guess this is what a deepthroat feels like. I moaned and groaned, my hands
tightening around her slender shoulders with each twinge of pleasure I felt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon enough, she got up from my cock, leaving my member pointing
upwards at the ceiling, my entire rod of flesh coated with her saliva from tip
to base. She expertly grabbed a package near her, tearing the cover off
quickly. When did she put the condom there? I didn’t even realise she took
anything out of her bag.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With her fingers slowly wrapped around my shaft, she slid the rubber
over my engorged cock head, rolling gently down my well lubricated shaft. My
cock head throbbed and seemed angrily red, a colour that I have never seen
before.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She pushed me down onto the bed, and then proceeded to get right on
top of me. I reached out to grab her tits, which felt really small in my hands,
given her petite figure. Her breasts were pointy, ending off with a cute
looking nipple at the end. I gave her nipples a few playful flicks, but she did
not react at all.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Reaching back, she grabbed my cock and eased herself down unto me,
all without looking. Instead, she stared directly at me, batting her eyelashes
and her mouth forming an ‘O’, letting out a cute moan as she sank into me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Despite not having any foreplay, her vagina seemed to be wet enough
to take me inside her. It felt really good as her warm vagina lips slipped
around my cock, swallowing my thick member right into her. I was amazed at how
well she took it in, despite her small stature.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then she begun to ride me, going up and down on my cock. All the
while, she moaned and rocked her hips to and fro. I was unsure if I was
pleasuring her enough, but damn she felt good about my cock. I felt her wetness
on my swollen member, perhaps even wetting my balls.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Piak. Ahhh… Piak. Ahhh… The sounds of our flesh colliding and her
moans echoed throughout my room. I was partially afraid my neighbours would
complain, but then I realised that sex was pretty normal in a HDB. Moreover,
its not like anyone would know the sound was coming from my flat… Right?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I shoved my cock into her harder and harder, feeling the imminent
orgasm coming, a feeling I was all too familiar with. Yet, this time, it did
not feel the same. It felt a bit different, coupled with the girl riding cowboy
on top of me, my meat shaft deep inside her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to push my meat into her, trying to feel for myself how
hard and how deep it could go. A couple of times she moaned a little louder,
perhaps I was doing the right thing? It felt really soft and tight within, and
it felt really good for me, thinking that I was giving her pleasure as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With the orgasm approaching, I thrust harder and faster, using her
as a sex object and nothing more, like a meat sleeve that just went over my
cock. I wanted to ravish her, to make her mine, even just for an hour. I pushed
my cock all the way in, pulled out and pushed it as far as it can go again, my
hips hitting her inner thigh with a satisfactory piak sound.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I arched my back and groaned one last time as I felt the warm fluid
streak through my penis and deep into her, her warm flesh still going up and
down upon me as I came. I felt like I was experiencing forbidden pleasure,
emptying my balls deep into this girl whose name I did not know.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As soon as she saw that I was cumming, she started to slow herself
down, from rocking on my cock to slowly grinding her pussy on me. I was
fatigued from the sex, and my entire body felt relaxed, like a strung bow that
was now unstrung.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She stood up, allowing my flaccid cock to slide out of her now
gaping hole. She got dressed very quickly putting her panties over her wet
pussy without even bothering to clean up after herself. She dressed very
quickly, faster than I imagined a girl would take. I stood up from my bedside,
sending her to my front door with wobbly legs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried to lean in for a kiss to end of the session, but she shunned
my advances and simply stepped out of the metal gate, which I held open for
her. She smiled a polite smile, turned and left without another word.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As she left, I was suddenly aware of how empty my house was. In the
darkness, I pulled off the wet condom off my once again limp cock, the only
reminder that she was here moments ago. I thought to myself: I just paid money
to lose my virginity, but was it worth it?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I stared up
at the ceiling of yet another unfamiliar room, the dull ache in my head fading
away bit by bit. Slowly, I eased myself upright, the blanket falling off me to
reveal my naked breasts. I looked around myself and found a cup of water
sitting on the bedside table. Well, at least I had some sense to pour myself a
cup of water last night. I drenched my dry throat and looked to the other side,
greeted by yet another unfamiliar face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He was still
fast asleep, and in the dim light of the breaking dawn, he was not good looking
at all. Seeing his neat haircut, well-toned muscles and apparent youth upon his
facial features, I made him out to be about twenty years old… Probably serving
the nation then? My observation was confirmed by the set of pixelated uniform
hanging behind the bedroom door. Not that it mattered anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lifted the
sheets above his body, only to find that he was just as naked as I was, the
rest of his body just as well-built as his shoulders were. Slowly, I lifted the
sheets off the rest of him, leaving him bare upon the bed. His morning wood
stood upright, straight upwards from his clump of untended pubic hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I spent the
next few minutes staring at his body, observing his cock throb with each pulse
of blood that flowed through him. He had an averagely large member,
uncircumcised as most Chinese usually are. I propped my leg upright, feeling
downwards for my own secret region. I traced past my recently waxed mound and
found my silt between my legs, which still felt a bit sore from the night
before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Slowly, I
traced my finger up and down the crease of my flesh, feeling my cool fingers
slowly getting warmed by my warm pussy. My vagina reacted to my cold touch,
slowly getting moist, my vagina lips spreading slightly apart with arousal. I
could feel a tingle of arousal within my nether regions, the need to have
something inside me slowly building up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I stared at
his cock, still hard, swollen and upright, and just right there to satisfy my
needs. Gently, I got up on all fours and leaned downwards towards this
stranger’s cock, letting my long wavy hair glide across his abs as I did so. I
combed my hair aside in a bunch, exposing my neck towards his face. Well, not
that he was awake… Yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Coming
closer to his cock, I saw his precum glistening upon the reddish purplish head,
coating his cock with a light sheen of bodily fluids. I gave it a light whiff,
the salty smell all too familiar to me. I reached between my legs for my vagina
once more, feeling my ready wetness. I lowered my head to his cock, my lips
gently kissing the moist tip of his member. With my neck arched upwards, I saw
that my stranger from the night before has yet to wake up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I slipped my
tongue outwards, tasting his salty precum upon my tastebuds. I swirled his
taste about my lips, smelling his arousal. I tilted my head and shifted
downwards, licking his shaft as I went along. His shaft was bare of any bodily
fluids, so I coated them with my saliva, expertly shifting my head one big
round to try to get as much of his cock coated with my saliva as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With his
cock coated in my spit, I started to lick his shaft, gently prodding my soft
tongue on the underside of his cock. I started from the base where his cock met
his balls, and then I slowly licked upwards, ending off with a light flick of
my tongue against the underside of his cock head. Then, I topped it off by
planting a light kiss upon the tip of his swollen member, which seemed to be
oozing out more precum by the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I heard him
moan a light at my gentle teasing, his cock throbbing a little more with the
added stimulation to his morning wood. I closed my lips around his cock and
gently sucked, inciting a moan once more. I continued to stroke my slit beneath
me, feeling my clit getting engorged with blood as I started to get aroused
from sucking cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I plunged
a finger into myself, I engulfed his cock into my mouth, starting upwards and
downwards upon his hard cock. My soft lips upon his cock proved to be very
effective on him, as I heard him moan and groan, his hips trying to thrust
deeper into my wet mouth. I enjoyed hearing his manly groans, feeling myself
get wetter at the prospect of having him inside me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued
to move my soft lips up and down his shaft, my tongue pressed against the
underside of his cock within for the maximum effect. I was quite sure he was
awake, with his facial muscles clenched into a grimace, enjoying the pleasure
of his morning blowjob.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lifted my
head up from his cock, hearing him sigh a breath of expiration, his cock ready
for more sucking. I stretched out my long legs to reposition myself, getting
ready to get my fair share from this soldier. I got into the sixty-nine
position, and my mouth returned to his cock again once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I expected
him to get up and start eating my out, yet he took no initiative. In my mind, I
rolled my eyes as I sat my face down upon his face, thankful that my
flexibility allowed me to do so with ease. I felt his feeble attempts at
licking me, all off centre.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I resorted
to grind my pussy upon any facial features I could find, venting my
frustrations by sucking on his cock even harder than before. With that, he
could barely concentrate, his body arched and stiff from the pleasure I was
delivering to his sex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Seeing as he sucked at eating me out, I got up from my position and decided to
just settle for my main course for the morning. I straddled his body and aimed
his cock along my slit, sliding his wet member along my vagina. I eased into
him slowly, but he thrusted upwards at me, sinking his whole flesh rod deep
into me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt my
gaping vagina being filled, his cock stretching me out inside me. Ah… At least
this still feels good. I started to ride his cock, pressing my hands down upon
his chest, stopping him from moving around too much while I was treating his
cock like a real-life dildo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tilted my
body at an angle, just nice for the head of the cock to hit against my
sensitive spots whenever I moved to and fro. I could feel his meat rod warm
inside me, throbbing with the heat of blood flowing through his member. I
continued to ease myself forward and backward, grinding my hips against his
pelvic region, stimulating my clit further.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could feel
it slowly building up, the tension of the morning release coursing through my
veins. With a gasp of relieve, I feel my entire body give out a spasm of
pleasure throughout, liquid pleasure flowing through my entire body, emanating from
my pussy. As I came down from my first wave of pleasure, I moaned again as the
second wave hit, more gentle then the previous, but intense all the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With each
wave of pleasure, my pussy clenched its muscles about his thick cock, engulfing
him with my womanly warmth. I felt his cock shudder and give way as the fourth
wave of pleasure throbbed within me, his rod sowing seeds deep within me. I
felt his warm semen fill me, squirt after squirt deep into my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I
subsided from my orgasm, I felt his meat rod throb inside me as it slowly
deflated, the man before me exhausted from his morning exercise. His face was a
sheen of sweat upon perfectly normal features, not one that I would stick
around with for much longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I made sure
to note where my panties were – on the floor on the other side of the bed –
before I got up, pulling his flaccid cock out from me as I did do. I always
enjoyed this feeling, the semen slowly leaking out as I pulled out the stopper
from my pussy. I pulled my underwear back on, wearing the crumpled clothes that
I wore from the night before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I checked
out if I have gotten all my belongings, and I left quietly, without a single
goodbye. Not that it began with a hello anyway.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The hot sun bore down upon our backs as we carried our
luggage off our HR manager’s car, heavy luggage filled with all sorts of
freebies that we were going to distribute today. I felt the cool of the morning
air against my skin, yet I can feel myself sweating underneath my office wear,
with the humidity and all the hard work. Not to mention this idiotic tie that
the HR manager insisted we guys all wear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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I was amazed at the size of the university, the amount of space that we used
for the career fair seemed so small compared to the size of the school. We took
15 minutes alone navigating through the university, finding the exact location
for the career fair.</span></span><br />
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Entering the large lobby, we were greeted by large banners and spacious booths.
There were other companies busy setting up their booths, but my eyes
automatically zoomed in on all the pretty ladies that other companies have
sent, meant to attract students to their firms. Sad to say, my company did not
have much beauties to boast of, being an engineering firm and all.</span></span><br />
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I stared at the ladies from the other companies, clad in tight little office
shirts and shirts that felt too small for their breasts. Many of them wore
heavy office makeup, yet I was attracted to them all the same, being used to
seeing all the masculinity around my office.</span></span><br />
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The early part of the morning was quite dull, and most of our visitors were
scholars, and people from other companies slacking off trying to get freebies
from one another.</span></span><br />
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I felt like I have been repeating our company’s value chain so frequently that
it felt scripted, yet I had to keep entertaining visitors who expressed even
the slightest interest in our company.</span></span><br />
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As lunch approached, the crowd demographic seemed to shift a little, with more
formally dressed students coming by to look. Apparently, many business classes
ended at 10.30am, meaning that business students would come by to look at the
booths for internship opportunities.</span></span><br />
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The change in demographic was a pleasant one, as the business girls were cute
and very well dressed, many of whom seemed like the younger versions of office
ladies from the other companies.</span></span><br />
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Then approached one particular girl, looking lost with her hands full of
notebooks from several firms. She stood at a distance from our booth, seemingly
out of sight but merely observing us. Her tight skirt hugged her waist tightly,
illustrating killer curves despite her petite body. She had a fair skin and the
bright red lipstick she wore drew my attention to them almost immediately. Even
though she wore a loose shirt, I could see that she had a perfect set of
breasts that she had no problem flaunting.</span></span><br />
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Seeing that most of my colleagues were occupied, I decided to approach her, and
seize the opportunity to talk to a cute girl like her.</span></span><br />
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"Hello, you look lost. May I help you?"</span></span><br />
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"Oh hello. I was just looking around." Her voice was sweet and
delicate, and it felt like a sweet melody humming through my ear.</span></span><br />
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"Ah. Ah I see." I was a little taken aback by her light brown eyes,
now staring intently at me. I could not help but feel my heart rate raise a
little, staring into her beautiful eyes.</span></span><br />
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"Well, our company is an engineering firm, looking to hire fresh grads or
students looking for internship opportunities. May I know what you are looking
for?" I repeated the exact same line I said to many others before her, yet
I felt my heart flutter a bit with every word I said to her.</span></span><br />
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"Erm..." She diverted her eyes away, tracing a finger across her red
luscious lips tenderly. I could not help but feel my heart skip a beat again.
"I’m looking for a full-time job actually, I am an Accounting student
though, do you think there is any possibility for me to work with you?"</span></span><br />
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Despite me knowing that her "you" meant the company, I somehow felt
like she was referring to me, my head filled with a sudden fantasy of working
beside her.</span></span><br />
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"May... May I see your resume?" I could not think of a proper reply,
my mind seemingly in a mental block.</span></span><br />
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"Opps, I gave out most of my resumes to other companies who asked from me
earlier. Is there any other way for you to find out more about me?” Her brown
eyes widened a little with the exclamation, distracting me further.</span></span><br />
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As soon as she was comfortable, she started to move. Even though the blowjob
earlier on was good enough, to describe the experience would be mindblowing. It
felt like my cock was melting within her as she moved up and down on my shaft,
her warm pussy pulling me in further and further with every upthrust. Her tits
swung in front of my face, soft and luscious. I placed my hand on her back as I
felt her soft, smooth skin, enjoying the smell of her young, feminine body.</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was dumbstruck, without a single response for her. “Erm...
Erm...”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well, why not you hold an interview with me now? That way,
you can ask me whatever you want, and you can get to know me better too?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The thought of speaking to this girl one on one excited me,
and I almost forgot for a moment that I was here for the career fair, not for
her. Yet, she leaned closer to me, expecting a reply. In that moment, I smelt
her perfume, a sweet aroma that engulfed me once more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Erm... You okay? I know of a great place for an interview.
It’s far too noisy here. Would you like to follow me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did not know what came across me in that moment, yet I
nodded my head, and I decided to follow her as she led on. I stared at her back
as she walked in front of me, her tight ass swaying from left to right as she
walked, her perfume wafting behind her as she led me into a quiet classroom not
far away from the career fair.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Upon entering the classroom, she placed her bag on a random
empty chair, drawing a chair for me to sit before sitting opposite me. I was
still in a daze, not knowing what to do, as if I was under a spell to listen to
her every word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well, its quieter now, isn’t it?” She smiled at me, her light
brown eyes drawing me in. She licked her lips after she said that, her tongue
moisturising lips that I felt like kissing at that moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Erm... Well, as I was saying, our company is an engineering
firm. I’m not too sure what role you may have in our company. What our company
does is ...” As I went on with my usual rant on the value chain of the company
to her, she leaned in closer, seemingly attentive to the lecture I was giving
her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As she leaned forward, I could not help but be distracted by
her apparent gap in her oversized shirt. The first button was undone, something
I did not notice earlier. I stole glances whenever I paused for a breath,
hoping that she would not catch me doing so. She wore a black lacy bra,
covering her milky white breasts which rose and fell with each breath. Her
breasts filled her bra completely, the valley in between seemed to invite me
into its caress.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I also noticed her legs, drawn together knee by knee. Her
legs were as fair as the rest of her, and smooth, and seemed to emit a faint
glow under the dim lights of the empty classroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my lecture coming to my end, I asked “Any questions?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well... From what you mentioned, I did get a good insight
on your company.” I smiled, hoping that I did a good job impressing her. “May I
ask if there are any qualities that you are looking for in your employees
there?” She twirled her hair and leaned closer with expectant eyes. Before I
caught myself, I felt my eyes drawn to her cleavage once more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This time, she seemed to notice me turning to look at her
cleavage. Following the gaze of my eyes, she noticed that I was staring at her
cleavage openly, much of which was already exposed. She gave me a shy smile before
sitting back upright. I decided to look away, my face a warm red, embarrassed of
being caught staring at her boobs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yet, as I turned back to her once more, she has undone the
rest of the buttons on her shirt, her black lace bra fully exposed for me to
see. I sat there stunned as she stood up and walked over to me, taking off her
shirt in the process. I felt blood rush to my member down below as I observed
her breasts in their full magnificence, clad in black, sensual lace. Her body
curved gently down, hugged tightly by her black pencil skirt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well, are these attributes that your company is looking
for?” She stood directly in front of me, her hands placed upon my shoulders and
she leaned forward to look me in the eye, her breasts hanging, only to be supported
by her bra. I could feel my erection pressing against my pants, begging for
release.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was at loss of words of how to respond in this situation.
Seeing how stunned I was, she took one of my hands and gently placed it upon
her back, smooth and flawless. She slid my hands down while staring intently
into my eyes. I felt her hand position mine to land above her bra clasp, her
brown eyes full of anticipation and longing. “Go on.” She whispered, her sweet
breath landing upon my sweaty face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did what she expected me to do, and unclasped her bra, letting
her glorious mounds fall out of their lacy prison. She stood up straight and
let her unclasped bra fall off her breasts, her perfectly round tits directly
in front of my face. Despite her innocent face, her breasts were the tits of a
young adult. She had round and luscious nipples, hardened in the cold air-con
environment, or perhaps from lust. I could feel my penis straining strongly
against my pants, and it was starting to hurt a little. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She laid her hand upon my belt, expertly unbuckling it with
one hand. Her other hand leaned against my shoulder as she bent downwards,
kneeling right in front of me. She looked into my eyes, licking her lips as she
unbuttoned and unzipped my pants without so much as a flinch. I felt the
pressure release as my cock came free of my pants, still restrained by my
underwear.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt her fingers trace over my raging erection, feeling
the wetness at the tip. She turned her attention downwards to my swollen
member, her lips kissing the tip of my damp underwear. I felt her hair between
my fingers as I held her, I watched the heaving of her breasts as she took in
the scent of my arousal.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hooking her fingers about the elastic band of my underwear,
she lifted it up bit by bit, her face ever closer to my skin. I felt the fabric
of my underwear hold my cock down till the edge… When poof, my cock sprung free
of all constraints, hitting her demure looking face on her cheeks. I felt the
cool air against my warm member, a string of pre-cum on the side of her face.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Opps. Sorry” I whispered even as she smiled and took my cock
into her mouth, plunging the entire piece of meat in, shaft and all. I felt her
teeth against the base of my cock, the warmth of her mouth engulfing me in
sheer bliss for a moment. I felt her throat tighten around my member as she held
her breath, and then she pulled back, only to do down again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All the while, her tongue circled around the head of my
cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body that I have never felt before.
I shivered, not from the cold, but from the pleasure. Goosebumps stood up on my
arm as I felt the tingling sensation over and over again as she pleasured my
cock, her head of soft hair going up and down on me. Each time she went down, I
felt her mouth take me in all the way against my groin, then she lingered for a
moment, my full length fully within her for a few seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then, she stood up and tucked her hands around her pencil
skirt, pulling it down to fall at her ankles in a circle of black cloth. Before
me she stood in a matching black lace underwear, made of sheer material.
Through her thongs, I could see her cleanly shaven pussy. She shifted the
crotch of her thong aside as she stood over me, positioning herself over my
cock, still wet from her saliva and throbbing in the cool air. I saw a gleam of
clear liquid as she pried the lacy material away from her tiny slit, one that
looked like the vagina of a young girl.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She steadied herself with her hands around my shoulders as
she eased herself downwards, her pussy now against my warm cock. I felt my cock
against her warm pussy, my breath held within me, preparing for the
penetration. My cock parted her pussy lips just a little, and I could feel the
friction between both of us despite my cock being well-lubricated.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It hurt a little as she eased my large member around her
entrance, her face scrunched up in some sort of pain. Then with a sudden slip, I
felt the head of my cock entering her, soft and warm inside her. Slowly, she
slid down on my shaft, bit by bit, till her groin was fully against mine. I
sighed as my cock rested fully within her tight hole, pleasured on all sides by
her warm flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She moaned softly above my head as she rode me, one hand
grabbing my hair and the other upon my back. I felt her lean her body against me,
grinding her pussy against my groin. My cock moved in and out of her, tight and
better than any masturbation session I had. I felt the tightening of my balls
as I began to reach my limit, my voice barely able to hold in my groans as I
could hold in my orgasm.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I… I… I might… cum”. I groaned as she moved on top of me, each
bounce seemingly harder than the last. Hearing that, she moved even faster, her
pussy sliding on my shaft faster than I imagined possible. She gave me a swift
nod of the head as she continued to ride me, trying to suck out every drop of
cum into her thirsty pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt my thighs tingle, my balls tightened as I allowed my
muscles to let go, my penis shooting string after stream of cum deep inside
her. I could barely hold myself together as held my cock dee within her as she
felt the first string of cum, her pussy tightening over my shaft as I came.
Wave after wave of pleasure came over me as I emptied my balls into this young
lady in front of me, my head buried between her breasts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I felt the last vibration of cum shoot out from me, I sat
there awhile, with this beauty upon my lap, my seed deep within her deepest
parts. I continued to sit down there, drained of all energy as she stood up,
readjusted her thong back onto her pussy, a droplet of white fluid starting to
show around the entrance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After dressing up just as she did previously, she leant down
and give my shrinking cock a kiss, before passing me her resume. “Jezebel Ira?”
I read, as she walked out of the room in her high heels.</span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-65867316974160278512016-11-09T15:42:00.001+08:002017-07-17T01:04:33.983+08:00Jezebel's Diary 8: Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I want to write</span></div>
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I want to express<br />
Images to say<br />
No words to display<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I want to feel<br />
I want to show<br />
Emotions to tell<br />
Stories to feel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand drifts<br />
Across my phone<br />
The lighted screen<br />
Remains still<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I stood alone<br />
Outside the cold<br />
I felt the numb<br />
The cold loneliness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Music too bright<br />
Lights too loud<br />
Alcohol was numb<br />
Legs were drunk<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration<br />
Strikes<br />
At the weirdest<br />
Of times<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand<br />
Finally moves<br />
Words formed<br />
Images written<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I stood tall<br />
Upon swaying feet<br />
I typed hurriedly<br />
Ideas don’t wait<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As I wrote<br />
As I strode<br />
I spotted inspiration<br />
On the floor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration cried<br />
Back against a wall<br />
She sat on the floor<br />
Tears she only saw<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I leant down<br />
Caressed her cheeks<br />
Inspiration<br />
You’re all I seek<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Feeling my hand<br />
She tilted her head<br />
Upwards she gazed<br />
With distant eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She was gone<br />
Her soul was torn<br />
She cried enough<br />
To those loud sounds<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the dark<br />
I carried her up<br />
Against the wall<br />
I whispered to her<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration<br />
You’re what I seek<br />
Others may not want<br />
But you I need<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration smiled<br />
A weak one at best<br />
Her soft eyes<br />
Still had hope<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I smell her breath<br />
Her exhale on my lips<br />
Our noses touched<br />
Our lips joined<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is wrong<br />
She thought aloud<br />
I’ve not done this<br />
Ever before<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did not smile<br />
I just leaned in<br />
My lips found hers<br />
With inspiration I kissed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration<br />
Had a flat stomach<br />
Smooth toned skin<br />
Cherry sweet lips<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt her up<br />
My hands against<br />
Her skin<br />
Under her slip<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She did the same<br />
Her hands on my back<br />
Drawing me close<br />
Enjoying our kiss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt her breasts<br />
Covered with lace<br />
Hearing quickened breaths<br />
Feeling quiet moans<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand<br />
Was sandwiched<br />
By her warm back<br />
And the cold wall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Found the clasp<br />
Of her lace bra<br />
I slipped under<br />
Pressing against skin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Knees between<br />
Her legs<br />
I leaned gently<br />
Onto her jeans<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration moaned<br />
And moved<br />
Her hips gently<br />
Against my knee<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Her hands grabbed<br />
Crumpling my dress<br />
Yet I did not care<br />
I wanted her bad<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For someone new<br />
She had the feel<br />
For experienced me<br />
I knew what to do<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand<br />
Moves unfettered<br />
Across her<br />
Heaving chest<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Under her lace<br />
Feeling her mound<br />
Of young breasts<br />
Of erect nipples<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Each one I pinched<br />
Lightly and sensually<br />
Too little to hurt<br />
Enough to pleasure<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Her jeans<br />
Were in the way<br />
The rough material<br />
Blocked my path<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We were in public<br />
Acting like lovers<br />
I wanted more<br />
I could not care<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My tongue found hers<br />
Like how a snake<br />
Senses heat<br />
Like second nature<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration was drunk<br />
On my sexual advances<br />
Sealed by my lips<br />
An addictive kiss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand drifts<br />
Under her jeans<br />
Found the same<br />
Matching lace<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Under I went<br />
Feeling her skin<br />
Found some hair<br />
Yet downwards I seek<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I loosened my knee<br />
Giving some space<br />
To find the secret<br />
Of my inspiration<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I found the secret<br />
Moist against my hand<br />
The familiar folds<br />
I also have<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I knew where<br />
To touch<br />
I knew where<br />
To feel<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hand slides<br />
Along familiar<br />
Rifts and edges<br />
To deliver pleasure<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration squealed<br />
Into my mouth<br />
The high pitch<br />
Hitting my throat<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was engulfed<br />
With satisfaction<br />
Pleasuring someone<br />
My dedication<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration leaned<br />
Onto my breasts<br />
Her hands gripped<br />
For support and rest<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One hand upon breasts<br />
Kneading like dough<br />
The other is wet<br />
Like working clay<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The feelings she felt<br />
I am well aware<br />
Years of experience<br />
None could compare<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My fingers moved<br />
Like an expert craftsman<br />
Moulding wet clay<br />
Quickly and gently<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She was almost ready<br />
Drawn like a bow<br />
Ready to release<br />
I was in control<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt her tense<br />
Under my hands<br />
The familiar shudder<br />
I could deliver<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration groaned<br />
One last time<br />
She held her breath<br />
As I soaked her dry<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I held her close<br />
As she recovered<br />
From the pleasure<br />
That wrecked her<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I laid a kiss<br />
Upon her forehead<br />
My hands caressed<br />
Her warm cheeks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finally she stood<br />
On her two feet<br />
I gazed once more<br />
At dreamy brown eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Thanks she said<br />
Her eyes glowed<br />
It was my first<br />
I must be insane<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I smiled a smile<br />
Secretive and shy<br />
Like how I am<br />
In real life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is no need<br />
We will not meet<br />
I’m merely a stranger<br />
Seeking inspiration<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspiration I wanted<br />
Inspiration I needed<br />
Inspiration I sought<br />
Inspiration I found<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">These stories I write<br />
Are deeply etched<br />
With my heart and soul<br />
My feelings entwined<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sometimes I write<br />
With feelings enraged<br />
Sometimes I write<br />
With no aim in mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But always I write<br />
To express myself<br />
And I always write<br />
To find myself</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-38842689074794944502016-10-26T19:20:00.003+08:002016-10-26T19:20:52.695+08:00Coming Back Soon!<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hello!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know I haven't been updating my blog for some time. So sorry for leaving you all high and dry! I will be updating as per normal again really soon, so please bear with me in the meantime. Thanks to all my faithful readers and followers for the kind concern. I will be writing again real soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Regards,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jezebel</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-33151899556433736242016-06-30T09:55:00.000+08:002016-06-30T10:00:03.267+08:00Short Story: Sunday Afternoon Swimming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">There she
lay again, her hair a neat bun behind her head. Today, she was wearing a
matching set of neon blue bikini, her slender body wrapped by those small pieces
of cloth. I had no idea what her name was, much less anything about her. Over
the past few weeks, I studied her weekly schedule. She was a creature of habit,
always taking a Sunday late afternoon swim, thereafter drying herself in the
light of the setting sun. Week after week I lusted after her, watching her closely
each week.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I was
watching her all afternoon as she dipped in and out of the water, her long
slender legs cutting through the water as she moved forward. I watched as she
rested after every five laps, the skin around her chest catching the light of
the setting sun. How I wanted to run my hands down her chest, feel those mounds
around my hands.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Instead, I
felt myself instinctively drop my pants and underwear, my hands stroking my
cock as I continued to watch her take her weekly swim. I imagined her hands
upon me instead of my rough hands, softly touching me at places where I was
sensitive. I played with my balls the way I imagined she would, running my
hands over the rough skin beneath my cock. I could feel my precum oozing out of
me, the warm fluid coating my entire cock head.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I did not
let myself draw near to my orgasm. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy my experience
of fantasizing while watching the girl of my fantasy right in front of me. I
slowly alternated between stroking my cock and teasing myself, as she continued
to do her laps. Soon, she finished and she got out of the water, the water
dripping off her skin.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Her ass was
as slender as the rest of her, and I felt my hard cock throb at the excitement
of seeing her lower body out of the water. I noted her thigh gap as she started
to dry herself with her towel, her breasts and pussy mound prominent as she
stretched upwards to dry her back with her towel. I stroked my cock slowly,
feeling the warm rod of flesh within my hands.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">She walked
towards the nearest lounge chair and laid down upon it, basking in the setting
sun as she took a break from her swim. I watched as she continued to lie there,
and I could barely see her chest moving up and down from where I was on my
balcony. I was on the third floor, my pants a heap around my ankles, my cock in
my hands. I continued to stroke my cock as I admired her young body, imagining
all sorts of things I would do to her.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Her skin was
young and flawless, and her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner, obscuring
her pussy mound from my view. Yet all I needed was my imagination. I imagined
pulling her bikini bottoms off her, revealing her pussy to me. Was it shaved?
Was it naturally hairy? It didn’t matter. The excitement of seeing her naked
would turn me on. I continued to stroke my cock harder, feeling myself draw
close to an orgasm.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I wanted to
feel her breasts, to knead them gently within my fingers, and smell the aroma
of her skin. I imagined her nipples perked upon her breasts, my mouth
enveloping them, gently sucking on her sensitive spots. I can see her in my
mind’s eye, hear her moan gently as I felt her up between her legs, warm and
wet.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I felt my
cock swell up as the warmth gathered up within my cock, escaping spurt by spurt
unto a wad of tissue I held upon my cock head. I felt my heart beat hard in my
chest, relieved as the waves of orgasm rocked my body, my hands feeling the
warm fluid soaked up by the tissue.</span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I stared out
of the window, and there she was. Yet this time she was not laying down
anymore, and for an instant I thought her eyes connected with mine before she
looked away. I continued to watch her, my cock still hard and throbbing after
cumming. She gathered up her towel and her belongings, her long legs stretching
out from the lounging chair. God she was beautifully slim.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Little by
little, she disappeared out of sight from my view.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I gathered
up my things as well, throwing away the cum-filled tissue into the dustbin near
me. I did not bother to wear my pants back, as I wanted to shower after a good
masturbation session. My cock was turning flaccid already, and I was feeling
cold from feeling the evening wind against by bare skin. I wrapped a towel
around my waist, and as I prepared to enter into the toilet, my doorbell rang.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Sigh. Who
could it be at this hour? I walked towards the door, my towel around my waist.
As I opened the door, the same girl in her neon blue bikini stood before me. I was stunned
a little by her beautiful body, and I was speechless.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">There she
stood, barely an arm’s reach away from me, her dark brown hair in a bun, her
bright eyes staring right at me, as if she was exposing all my secrets with
just her stare. Her skin was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be up close,
fair and smooth. Her legs shone with a certain gleam, as if they were freshly
waxed. Her lips were a luscious red, red that stood out from her fair skin. I
noted her bikini, the cloth that covered all her sensitive and forbidden parts,
yet I mentally stripped her all the same.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">What could
she want…?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: small; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">-----</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Dear reader,</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I hope that you’ve enjoyed this
short story! As you may have noticed (or may not have due to your excitement),
the story is still incomplete. I am leaving the second half of the story to you
readers to imagine and write. Are you going to dominate her and take her for
yourself? Or is she the dominant one? Will it be rough or gentle? What type of
girl is she like?</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I am hereby opening the second
half of the story for anyone to write in and let me know what they think will
happen. Do note the few pointers I have below for the second half of the story:</span></i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">-<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"> </span>It should be </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">written from a female point of
view</span></i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">-<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Foreplay should be well-written. I love a
good <span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;">foreplay. </span></span></i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">-</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"> </span>A considerable length, about 1,000-1,500
words</span></i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">-</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif;"> </span>Anything socially acceptable is fine. No
cannibalism, bestiality, blood or gore. This isn’t Game of Thrones.</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The best entry will be posted as
a continuation to the first half of the story (and maybe get to know me better
too?). I’ll be accepting your stories till 8 July 2016, 2359, so do email me
your entries at <a href="mailto:Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com">Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com</a>!
I hope to hear from all you readers soon!</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">PS: Emails with junk/one
sentences/requests will be strictly ignored. Other than the above requirements,
the rest is up to your imagination.</span></i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I awoke slowly to the morning sun shining in through the window, its
gentle rays caressing me, catching the dust floating in the air. My legs were
entwined under the white bedsheets comfortable with the warmth it provided me
in the air conditioned room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I propped myself up slowly, taking care not to wake my boyfriend up
from his sleep. I continued to watch as he slept, his naked chest heaving with
each breath of his, the sound gentle and soothing. I smiled to myself as I
leaned into his hair, smelling the smell that I loved so much. I wrapped my
arms around his torso, just glad to have my arms filled with someone I love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He did not stir at all, probably tired from all the fun we had last
night. I continued to smell his aroma, a smell I just cannot get enough of. I
traced my fingers slowly across his chest, feeling his smooth skin underneath
my fingertips. Circling his nipple, I gave it a gentle flick. I turned to look
at him as he moaned a little, his eyes still closed and his mouth half-open in
mid-moan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued trace my fingers across his body, alternating between my
fingertips and my palm. Each time I moved near his nipple, I could sense him
tensing a little, hairs on his arms rising, as if in anticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my other hand, I reached under my silk nightgown, feeling for the
parts of me I knew so well. I felt my hand come into contact with my little
tuft of hair between my legs, well-trimmed into a triangle pointing towards my
most private regions. Parting my legs a little, my hands found the crevice
between my legs, a small slit breaking the smooth skin. I probed into the
crevice, finding myself moist between my legs. I stifled a moan as I
accidentally brushed against my clit. My pussy was still sore from last night,
but I was aroused nevertheless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my arm upon my boyfriend’s che<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">s</span>t, I drifted slowly under the
sheets, reaching for the area below his waist. It did not take me long to find
what I wanted, a tent already set up using his underwear as a canvas. I laid my
hands upon his cock, feeling the warmth of his rod through his underwear. I
could feel his blood pulsing through his cock, fuelling his rock hard erection,
the same large cock that pierced me just the night before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> I lifted his tent to the side,
springing his cock free of his tight briefs. I felt his warm rod of flesh
directly, his cock pulsing within my hands. I could barely wrap my fingers
around his thick shaft. How on earth did I get this much cock within me last
night? I continued to slide my fingers between my pussy lips, taking care not
to touch my sensitive clit. That was too much of a sensory overload for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I glided my fingers softly all over his cock, feeling his oozing
precum between my fingertips as I paused at his cock head. His foreskin has
totally drawn back, and the head of his cock was covered in precum. I ducked
under the blanket, seeing for myself his large member, pointing directly up at
heaven, the same place he sent me last night. The air underneath the blanket
smelled strongly of sex, a mixture of the smells of our arousals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Both my hands were wet, one drenched in my pussy fluids, the other
drenched in his precum. With the amount of fluids on both my hands, I could
easily glide my fingers across both my pussy and slide my fingers up and down
his thick cock. I moved closer to his cock, the smell of his sex turning me on,
the tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger. I stopped with my nose
right above his cock, smelling the strong smell of his precum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sticking out my tongue a little, I contacted the head of his penis,
tasting the salty precum. My pussy was aching, ready to take something within
me. Ready, I slid my fingers further down my slit, finding the opening of my
vagina, well-lubricated for my entry. Easily, I inserted my fingers into my
warm privates, feeling the aching lips parting easily for my fingers. I could
feel how sensitive I was down there, easily reacting to the simple penetration
of my own fingers. I felt the warm velvety flesh envelop my fingers, my fingers
bringing me so much pleasure with its gentle strokes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my mind half in euphoria, I took his cock head within my mouth,
the entire head barely fitting into my lips. With just his head in my mouth, I
could already feel his cock filling up all the space my mouth had to offer. I
was barely halfway down his cock. Nevertheless, I sucked, tasting more of his
sweet nectar upon my tongue, fingering myself gently underneath the sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What my mouth could not cover, I stroked with my free hand, making use
of the mix of saliva and precum tricking down his shaft. I sucked his cock with
enthusiasm, my mind totally focused on the pleasure doing this gave me. His
moans were also audible now, coming from above the bedsheets. I could hear his
deep voice moaning in pleasure, his hand weighing down upon my head through the
sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I moaned on his cock as I pleasured myself, my voice box sending
vibrations down his shaft, inciting more moans from him even as I moaned. I
could feel myself drawing near to my release, my vaginal muscles tightening upon
my fingers deep within me, my body tensing and preparing for the unimaginable
waves of pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His cock felt good in my mouth, the large meat almost choking me. I
started to stroke his shaft faster, hoping that he will come as I do. With one
last thrust into my pussy, I felt my pussy pulse as waves of orgasm swept over
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the same time, I felt the cock within my mouth tense up for a
while, before spurting its warm load down into my throat, filling up whatever
space I had in my mouth. The taste of his semen filling up my mouth could not
have come at a better time. The orgasm felt so good, I almost had trouble
keeping myself conscious. Waves after waves of pleasure washed over me, as his
cock continued to unload his semen into my mouth. I tried my best to keep it
all in, enjoying the taste within my mouth as I came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Before long, I felt the last waves of my orgasm come to an end,
leaving a tingling sensation within my pussy. I emerged from the sheets,
greeting my boyfriend with a smile. I opened my mouth, showing him the semen
that I kept within my mouth. With one gulp, I swallowed his cum, feeling the
warm, sticky fluid sliding down my throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Good morning to you too.” He smiled.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was almost our turn to go up onto the stage soon. I was nervous, my
hands sweaty, my heart beating hard in my chest. I could see my fellow dancers
around me, preparing themselves mentally for the performance that was to come.
Some were panicking, this being the first time they were performing, some were
relaxed, poised and ready.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I excused myself to the toilet, receiving a little backlash from my
dance captain. Nevertheless, she let me go, reminding me once again that time
was of the essence. Being late on show would definitely cost us a lot for our
dance competition. I hurried to the backstage toilet for the dancers, grabbing
my small little bag along the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">No one paid much heed to a lone dancer breaking away from a group.
Everyone was nervous for their performance to come. Teams that were done
performing were relaxing in a corner, relieved looks upon their faces. Some of
those who were already done have left the backstage, but the backstage was
still crowded, with many teams still waiting for their performance to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Perhaps due to the tension, the ladies toilet was rather empty, save
for a couple of girls huddled over the basin, touching up on their makeup,
making forced idle conversation. Choosing the toilet store that was the
furthest away from the exit, I settled into the last cubicle, heaving a sigh of
relief to be in my own personal space.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Well. I did not have much time to waste. There was only two or three
more teams up performing before it was my team’s turn to perform. I placed my
small bad on top of the sanitary bin cover beside the toilet bowl, and I
lowered the seat cover, making myself at home on top of the cold plastic chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lifted up my costume up above my waist, revealing a pair of safety
shorts, worn by all of us to protect whatever that was underneath from the
sight of the audience. Tonight, these shorts will serve me another purpose as
well. I tucked my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and g-string,
pulling them down to between my ankles. I felt my pussy touch against the cold
plastic cover of the toilet seat, sticky against my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I placed my left hand unto my slit, as I have done so many times
before that it’s only intuitive. I felt down the length of my slit, feeling the
slight tingle of pleasure as my hand traced my privates. I started to stroke my
pussy, trying my best not to sigh too loudly, since there were still girls
outside the cubicle. I could still hear their idle chatter. Yet here I was,
stroking my pussy lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I spread apart my lips with my left hand, and I started to stroke
along my inner labia with my right. Inside, I was sure that I was more
sensitive. The pleasant little tingles of arousal was now causing my pussy to
become wet in anticipation. I wanted my fingers within me that moment, but I
knew I had to wait. I stroked myself a few more times, making sure that I was
thoroughly wet enough. The thought of what was to come got me wet enough
already though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I unzipped the small little bag beside me, reaching in to pull out the
first toy I laid my hand upon. I felt my fingers fall upon a cold metal toy of
mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. I knew what that was. I pulled my butt plug out of my toy bag, carefully licking it with my lips to moisten the metal
surface of my butt plug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lowered the toy to my anal opening, feeling the cold, wet tip
against my ass hole. I started to slip it into me. With my experience in anal
play, I relaxed by ass muscles a little, allowing the small metal toy to slide
smoothly into me. I felt my anal muscles expand a little, the toy filling me up
in my backdoor. I accidentally let out a loud sigh of pleasure, but the girls
outside paid no heed. I felt my ass hole closing around the metal handle of my
butt plug, the anal toy settled in for the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I reached into my bag again, this time being choosier. I found my
wireless bullet vibrator, looking like a polished pebble. I slipped that
between my legs immediately, this time not needing any lubrication. I felt the
tip of my bullet vibe enter me with ease, settling into my wet vagina. I could
feel my holes being filled up by both the vibrator and the anal plug, filling
me up with pleasure. I moaned a little as I finally felt the entire vibe enter
my pussy, leaving only a small loop of string for me to pull it out later on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Feeling both the butt plug and vibe settled in me, I stood up from the
toilet seat and leaned against the cubicle door. The pleasure was almost too
much to take. I broke out in sweat, feeling my ass clenching, afraid that the
butt plug would fall out of my ass, or the vibrator slip out from my pussy.
With shaking hands, I pulled my g-string back to its original position, this
time holding in the vibrator over my pussy and securing the butt plug where it
was. My safety shorts followed, the tight material reassuring me that neither
toy would fall out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Straightening my costume out, I unlocked the toilet door and walked
out. The two girls were still there talking, touching up on their makeup. I
tried to act as normal as possible, walking past them with a slight stumble in
my steps. The butt plug swished around in my ass, while I could also feel that
something was in my pussy, where I really wanted to be filled. The girls did
not suspect a thing, and I walked back to my dance team again without any
problems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My dance captain acknowledged my return, and told me that our team was
almost up soon. The team outside was doing a spectacular performance, as we
heard the cheers from stage left, where I was supposed to enter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I slipped my hands under my costume, feeling for the small device that
I have clipped onto my safety shorts beneath it. I felt the small, black
device, and I found the one button that was on the device. Pressing it, I felt
the vibrator in my pussy start to vibrate, my arousal increasing almost
instantaneously. There were dancers all about me, friends from my dance team,
all nervous for the performance to come. I was also breaking out in sweat,
though not from nervousness, but rather the excitement of masturbating with so
many people around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Cheers broke out as the earlier group finished their performance.
Stage lights dimmed and the earlier group exited the stage, their sweaty bodies
pressing past us on exit. I staggered forward to where my position was, feeling
the butt plug and my vibrator move in me, unseen by everyone else, felt only by
me. The butt plug pushed against my g-string and safety shorts, but they held
their place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Lights came on, and I knew I had to move. I stretched forth my body
and legs, moving in the position practiced so often before, yet never with a
vibrator going crazy within me. I swayed left and right in unison with the
dancers in front of me, following their actions with my mind almost going blank
from the pleasure. The crowd was watching, and I was sure that the bottoms of
my safety shorts were wet from arousal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As we got into positions where we stretched our legs, I felt the
vibrator press against my g-spot within me, my butt plug filling me up really
well. Yet I held my position, knowing that a mistake would be fatal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In moments of lull, where we held our positions, I truly enjoyed as
the vibrator vibrated within me, tingling my pussy all around it. I stood there
with my hands raised and body upright, breasts thrown out, and the little toy
within me did its thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Very soon, I knew that we have reached half of our performance, with
the other half more to go. Huddled with my fellow dancers, we continued to move
in our practiced formations, moving across the stage with light jumps and
steps. I felt myself almost stumble, my orgasm on the edge of my senses. I
could almost feel it coming unto me, yet I had to hold on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to dance, clenching my pussy as tightly as I could,
holding my orgasm at bay. However, with my tightened pussy, I could clearly
feel the vibrator within me, my butt plug pressing against my pussy from
behind. Every time I stretched forth my legs for a split, my butt landed on the
floor, pushing the butt plus ever so slightly deeper into me. I tried to grind
my hips on the floor, as discretely as possible. When I stood up to dance once
more, I noted the wet puddle on the floor, where I was laying on a moment
before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could feel my pussy vibrating, my engorged clit within my g-string
begging for release. I felt really filled up from behind and in front, my mind
oblivious to the crowd before me, caught up in the pleasure of my own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ah. The drumbeats, the starting of the end. I wished for time to hurry
on, the last 10 seconds of our performance coming to an end, yet it felt like
an eternity. The crowd continued to watch on, as female bodies came together in
a tight circle, trying to come into a formation to end off our dance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could not falter not, not having come so close, not only to the end
of the dance, but also close to my orgasm. I felt myself truly tight and drawn
like a bow, my body ready for the orgasm that was to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As the final few drum beats are heard, I was already in position with
the rest of my friends. I knew I no longer needed to move any more from my
current position, my hands in the air, surrounded by sweaty bodies of my
friends. I stared straight into the crowd, feeling the vibrations of the
vibrator within me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My body let go, and I felt the wave of pleasure wash over me, my moan
sounding like a cheer from the crowd, blending in with it. My body continued to
cum, the second wave of my pleasure riding across my body like a rushing wave
of water. I felt my pussy become wet a lot more, a gush of liquid came out from
my pussy. I must have squirted into my g-string.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Even as the crowd continued to clap and cheer, we began to exit the
stage. I reached into my costume just as the lights dimmed, my hands searching
for the small device, turning the vibration of my vibrator off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the dark, I lifted up the front of my costume, feeling my safety shorts
underneath. My safety shorts were drenched. Even though the vibrator was
already off, I could still feel the aftermath of the vibration in my pussy,
tingling me from within.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-43846319403916420752016-02-13T01:30:00.001+08:002017-07-17T01:05:28.048+08:00Jezebel's Diary 6: Chinese New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Auntie, Happy New Year!” She said with a smile, handing forward two
mandarin oranges with two hands, a symbolic gesture that represented the
blessing of abundant prosperity upon the household. She stood at the doorstep,
slowly removing her heels while my wife took the oranges from her with a wide smile,
gesturing and yelling for her to come in. I watched as she bent over, her
delicate fingers prying one shoe from her heel, one after another. Her skin was
fair and looked so soft.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inside, my other nieces and nephews were already busy gambling away,
playing poker while betting with their recently-collected red packet money. My
siblings and their spouses were all crowded around the television, watching one
of those comedy mahjong shows, occasionally striking up conversation with one
another. I watched as she went forward to each one of them, slowly wishing them
a happy new year, while collecting red packets along the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She did not join her cousins, probably too old for their age group to
play with them. My sister gave birth to her rather early, and her next oldest
cousin was barely 16, still studying in secondary school while she was already
in university. Every Chinese New Year, she joined the adults, watching the
usual old Jackie Chan movies or one of those crazy mahjong shows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I settled down into the last empty seat on the sofa as she helped herself
to a container of hazelnut cookies, taking care not to let the crumbs fall onto
my red dress. With all the sofas being occupied, she sat on the armrest of the
sofa that I was sitting on, her butt leaning against the soft cushion and her
legs propping her up upon the narrow armrest. I noted that she took care not to
let her skirt ride up too high above her knees, keeping her legs crossed as
best as possible to portray a demure image in front of everyone else. Yet, her
thighs were right beside me, and I could see for myself her smoothly shaven legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In between commercials, many of my brothers and sisters talked about
many things, often coming back once again to question my niece, as they so do
every year. I noticed as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair every time a
sensitive question was asked (probably about her ex-boyfriend), the red hem of
her dress riding up, exposing more of her smooth, long legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I raised my hands and moved a little closer, feeling for myself the
softness of her legs with the back of my hands. My niece seemed to pay no heed
to my touch, her eyes fixated upon the television. Her skin was indeed soft and
smooth, how I wanted to just run my palms up her skirt, up into the hem of her
short dress and reach underneath it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Uncle, where’s the toilet ah?” She turned to me, startling me a
little, and I noticed that my eyes were a little too obvious about staring at
her white thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh, it’s at the back.” I gestured simply. As she started to walk off,
her hips swayed as she strutted of to the toilet, and I could catch a wisp of
her perfume as she walked past me, light, fruity, the perfume of someone young,
much unlike that of my wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A sudden thought occurred to me. I stayed in one of those apartments
where the toilet actually connected to two doors. These doors opened to both
the kitchen and my bedroom, though the door connected to my bedroom was more
often locked than not. I excused myself to my bedroom for a while, knowing that
I would not be missed, with everyone busy watching the television.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In my room, I saw just in time as the light behind the locked toilet
door turned on, the door closing on the other side. For the toilet door, our
family decided on having one of those usual sliding doors, doors that had gaps
at the side and underneath the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I laid my body down upon the cold wooden floor, placing my face beside
the door. I aligned my left eye to the gap, a small opening at the bottom of
the toilet door. At first, I saw nothing other than the green tiled floor. I
adjusted myself a little, and I did not have to try hard to see the red dress
out of the corner of my vision of the toilet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There my niece sat, the usual way that girls sit on the toilet bowl
when they were peeing. Her back was towards me, and all I could see were her
white thighs. I could not see her head at all, and I was quite sure that she
could not see me either. I listened as a hiss sound ensued, the sound of her
pee hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl. The hissing varied in its sound and
tone, and I could feel my cock slowly stirring as I watched my young niece pee
into the toilet bowl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lowered my hands to the front of my pants, feeling the bulge between
my fingers. I started to massage them, wondering how her pussy would feel like.
In old age, my wife’s sex drive has dwindled, and I barely got enough sex to
satisfy my sexual appetite.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to watch my niece as she gingerly picked out the toilet
paper, folding them into neat squares before spreading her legs to wipe between
them. Then, she stood up immediately, smoothing down the sides of her dress. I
looked up and down her thighs, and I realised what was weird about her action.
She was not wearing any underwear at all?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I thought she was about to leave, my niece turned around, this
time facing the toilet bowl. This time, she was facing me, though I could only
see up to her waist. She tore neat little squares of toilet paper off the roll
beside the wall once more, and she lifted up her skirt. I could see clearly for
myself her smoothly shaven mound, as white as the rest of her legs. I could
feel my cock hardening further, seeing the young pussy in front of me. I
lowered my hands once more to the front of my pants and felt my hard cock,
pulsating within my grasp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As if it could not be worse, my niece spread her legs, revealing to me
a tiny little slit between her legs. I gave my cock a little squeeze, leaning
against the gap in the door to see a little more. My niece started to spread
apart her pussy lips ever so slowly and gently, bringing the small square of
toilet paper down between her pussy lips to give her pussy a more through wipe.
My cock strained against my pants, trying to push a way out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to watch as she straightened down her dress once more and
turned to leave. The toilet door on the other side opened, and I watched as her
white thighs disappeared from view. There I laid on the floor, my hard cock
almost bursting from my pants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From where I was seated, my back leaning against the toilet door on my
side, I started to unbuckle my pants, taking out my cock from my underwear,
holding the throbbing rod within my hands. I could feel my cock head a little
wet from the precum oozing out from the tip of my cock. I started to stroke my
cock up and down, wondering how it will feel as it enters my niece’s tight
little slit. I moaned and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my hand
upon my swollen member.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Just then, the door to my bedroom opened, and there my niece stood,
staring straight at me, my hands upon my cock. I was stunned in the moment, but
she said nothing and closed the door. I could not keep my cock back into my
pants. It was too obvious what I was doing earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Uncle, you were watching me is it?” My niece asked gently, no anger
in her voice, seemingly oblivious to the fact that my swollen cock was out in
front of her. Ashamed, I turned to look away, anywhere to avoid her gaze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stepping forward till she was right in front of me, my niece bent down
and squatted in front of me. I knew that if I turned to face her now, my eyes
would wander downwards to the gap between her legs, that small little slit that
I saw earlier. I had to avoid the temptation. I continued to look away. Then I
felt her fingers upon my cock and I shuddered. Her little fingers slowly
tracing up and down my cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She did not grab it, but she merely took her index finger to run it up
from the base of my cock, up to my cock head, circling the cock head a little
before tracing her way back down once more. Failing to temptation, I turned to
look at her, looking straight into her eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. My
eyes moved downward upon temptation, looking to the gap between her legs.
Having squat down right in front of me, my niece exposed everything to me, her
small little slit, inches away from my cock. My cock throbbed at the sight of
the young pussy. Her fingers were driving me close to my climax.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Uncle, do you want to cum?” Ashamed, I nodded my head, my eyes still
staring at her small slit. With a sudden movement, my niece wrapped her fingers
around my cock, directing the swollen cock straight, pointing at her little
slit between her legs. She started to jerk my cock off really fast, building
upon the foreplay that she has already played on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could barely resist or even think as my body started to tense up. In
that moment, I felt my cum travelling up from my balls, down the entire shaft
of my cock, the warm semen hitting right on target upon her tiny little slit. I
watched as I drenched my niece’s pussy in my cum, the whitish gooey liquid
coating the exterior of her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lay panting even as she stood up, grabbing a tissue from my bedside
table. Standing in front of me, her pussy at my eye level, my niece spread out
her pussy once more, and she wiped my semen off her pussy right in front of me,
for me to see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Uncle, I hope you liked it. I enjoyed it very much too.” My niece
straightened down her dress once more as I’ve seen her done earlier, and she
turned to leave the bedroom, returning to the festivities once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I cleaned myself up, tucking my now flaccid cock back into my
underwear, buckling my pants. As I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw that my
niece and her family were getting ready to leave. My niece turned around as she
was wearing her heels at the door step, and she saw me standing at the door
frame of my bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Uncle, we’ll come over to visit again sometime soon kay?” My niece
yelled across the living room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With stammering nervousness, I replied. “Yes, Jezebel.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-25858683008973100012015-12-26T05:03:00.003+08:002015-12-26T05:06:10.476+08:00Short Story: Christmas Shopping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(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!)</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oi Isabel, why don’t I get something for you? It’s Christmas after
all. Hahah.” Felicia suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oi, crazy woman, you got see the price or not?” Felicia poked at
Isabel in her side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No… No sir. We were just beginning to leave.” Isabel stuttered, a
giveaway to the manager that stood before them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Girls, do you know why I called you in here?” The manager asked
calmly, done fiddling with his computer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well girls, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, I want you to strip
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that teaches both you girls from ever shoplifting again.” </span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-47961000036556690032015-11-11T17:12:00.001+08:002015-11-11T17:12:27.820+08:00Exams are coming...<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hello dear readers!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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. (:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope to hear from some of you soon,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jezebel</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-25635260502935224202015-11-11T16:51:00.003+08:002015-11-15T06:09:07.800+08:00Short Story: The Bad Officer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“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?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“THREE MINUTES, SIR!” Yelled one of the trainees
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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 <i>tekkan</i> (Singapore
slang for punishment without valid reason)<i>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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 <i>chio </i>(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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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 <i>shag</i> and tired behind their mask of camo cream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">*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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-74286757925595446832015-10-10T15:58:00.000+08:002015-10-10T15:58:15.221+08:00Poor University Student<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello again! So sorry for the lack of updates. School work has been terrible recently. My modules are getting tougher and I barely understand anything. Taking up a leadership role in school is draining as well, but nevertheless it's quite fulfilling and it's actually fun. Hahah. Anyway, here's a short story before I go off and disappear again! I hope you guys (and girls) like it despite the story being hastily written.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More importantly, I am currently looking for anyone who is willing to support me financially as I'm kind of short of money now. If anyone here is interested, do contact me through my email at Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com or through Kik at Jezebel.Ira</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yours Truly,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jezebel</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-13047370978090977782015-10-10T14:55:00.000+08:002015-11-07T12:18:34.812+08:00Short Story: An Afternoon of Studying<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finals were drawing ever closer,
but Nicole has barely studied for anything for her examinations. Nicole was a
dancer, in heart, body, mind and soul. She loved dancing. Dancing made her feel
free, as if nothing else mattered in the world at all. Exams were not
everything that mattered in life… right? Yet that was not the case. In a
practical society like ours, Nicole had little choice other than to study, for
she could not make a living by dancing… Or so her parents nagged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So here she was, studying in her boyfriend’s
air-conditioned study room. Nicole was from the express stream, while her
boyfriend was from Normal Academic. Despite the speculated differences that
their education gap may cause, both Nicole and Darren got along quite well.
Everyone thought they were a great couple, and she liked him too. She loved all
the funny things he did, and she loved the way he would cheer her on from the
side lines, with all his ‘beng’ friends, in whatever she would strive to
achieve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yet studying has never been their
forte. Both of them were equally bad in their subjects, struggling just as much
with their grades in school. Both of their families thought they were trying
their best, seeing as how they studied together all the time, either at her
place, or his. Yet, their relationship was a secret to none other than their
families. In the eyes of both their families, Nicole and Darren were merely
good friends who studied together with one another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But between both of them, they
knew things were of course, different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Ah. I can’t take this anymore
la.’ Nicole sighed, throwing her pen onto her table, and she put her head down,
ruffling her fringe with her hands. She was studying Mathematics that
afternoon, or rather, trying very hard to study Mathematics. It was one of her weaker
subjects. The algebra simply did not make sense to her, and she could not
understand what was going on simply by looking at the solutions provided by her
teachers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Darren continued to do his work,
the music in his headphones audible from where Nicole sat. He was sitting
opposite her, his back against the window, where the sky was a whitish grey
with all the haze all over in these past few days. His look was that of
concentration, yet Nicole knew that the frowns on his forehead meant that he
was facing as much difficulty as she was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole stood up from her chair
and went over, ruffled his hair and did her best to annoy him from his work.
Yet Darren paid attention to his work, trying his best to ignore her
persistence. Nicole wanted his attention. She was really bored from studying.
With her agile and light body, she used Darren’s chair as a foot stool, stepped
up and sat directly on top of Darren’s worksheet, her legs spread apart, with
Darren between her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Darren had no choice but to stop
work, his hands under Nicole’s ass. Nicole removed his earpieces, and Darren
asked “Ah… What you want? I doing work leh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I want your attention lehhh.”
Nicole whined. “Entertain me leh… I damn bored can.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole knew that Darren’s hands
were trapped beneath her, and he couldn’t do anything to her with his hands stuck
under her. She leaned in for a quick peck on Darren’s forehead, smelling the
scent of his shampoo from his shower earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With that action, Darren glanced
over Nicole’s army green tank top, noting the bulge that were her breasts,
seeing her bellybutton and the waistband of her shorts around her slim waist.
Nicole was still young, but her breasts were quite large, especially since she
was wearing a slim fit tank top then, defining the size of her boobs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Being a teenage boy with raging
hormones, Darren could feel his cock growing inside the shorts which he wore.
Nevertheless, they did not make much of an impression since his shorts were
pretty loose. He hoped that Nicole would not notice his arousal, for fear that
she may judge him as a pervert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oi. Enough already not?” Darren
pretended to be annoyed, trying to get rid of Nicole before his erection gets
noticed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hee hee.” Nicole grinned after
she gave Darren a light kiss, having achieved the attention she wanted. Darren
was still stuck under her, so she figured she could play with him a little
longer. Knowing how horny guys could get, Nicole wanted to test this out for a
long time. She could see a little bulge in Darren’s shorts, but she wasn’t sure
if that represented his arousal or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole leaned in once again, this
time for a kiss on his lips. She licked her lips wet before kissing him, her
damp lips upon his. Darren responded by kissing her back, a usual
mouth-to-mouth kiss. Yet Darren did not expect Nicole to kiss so differently
this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole grabbed Darren by the back
of his head, weaving her fingers through the ruffle of his hair. She gave the
back of his head a light tug, pulling Darren’s head back a little, causing a
little playful pain. Darren opened his mouth to complain, but Nicole seized the
opportunity to stick her tongue into his mouth, giving him a French kiss for
the first time since they started dating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole tasted the insides of his
mouth, feeling his teeth and his tongue. She twirled her tongue fiercely inside
his mouth, as wild as one of her freestyle dances. Darren couldn’t help but
enjoy the feeling of Nicole invading his mouth, even the short pain was all the
more arousing if this was what he could get. Helpless, Darren felt his cock
getting more filled with warm blood, his cock heating up and growing engorged
with the blood fuelling his erection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Breaking away from the kiss, Nicole
grinned a stupid grin, hoping that she achieved what she wanted. Looking down,
she saw for herself that the bulge has grown a little, highlighting Darren’s
cock in his pants. Darren followed the line of sight of Nicole’s eyes to his
erection, and he knew that she was looking at his cock. His face started to
glow rec with embarrassment, and his mind was wild trying to think of what to
say to save himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hee hee what’s this…?” Nicole
pointed at the bulge with her free hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Err…” Darren was speechless, he
couldn’t even cover it with his hands stuck under her butt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole wanted to take this
further. She was a little turned on seeing his bulge, and she wondered how big
he was down there. She did come across her fair share of porn and nudity
despite her age, but she has never seen a real life-sized one. While boys at
her school often disturbed one another about their cock sizes and all the dirty
jokes, Nicole hasn’t seen anyone’s cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole grabbed the bulge,
inciting a gasp from Darren. Darren gasped as he felt Nicole’s hands around his
cock, the girl of his many fantasies touching his cock. Darren has spent many
countless nights masturbating to thoughts of Nicole, but never had the thought occurred
to him of a sexual relationship between them as of yet. Yet her hands on his
cock felt good, and he could feel his cock pulsing in her hands, pulsing
alongside his racing heartbeat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole could feel Darren’s dick
throbbing under her fingers, yet Darren did not say a thing. Taking that as
permission to continue, Nicole reached her hands under the waistband of Darren’s
shorts, feeling his erection through his briefs. His cock was also leaking pre-cum
by now, wetting the briefs with the tip of his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Removing her hands from his
shorts, Nicole could see glistening spot of her index fingertip, the pre-cum
she collected from within his shorts. Giving it a light smell, Nicole liked the
sweet, musky smell it had, giving it a lick, tasting Darren’s pre-cum on her
index finger. Seeing this, Darren could have almost sworn he was that breadth’s
away from cumming in his shorts right there and then. Yet Darren still said
nothing, hoping to get more out of this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Darren was not to be disappointed.
Nicole grabbed the waist band of his shorts and his briefs and pulled them
downwards, seeing the first cock of that she has ever seen in reality. Darren’s
pubic hair was growing out quite sparsely, but and his cock was that of a
teenager going through puberty. It was stumpy, and definitely not comparable to
all the dicks that she has seen online, yet it looked decent enough to Nicole
all the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hee hee. Someone horny ah.”
Nicole grinned again, disturbing Darren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Walao don’t expose me leh.” Darren
tried to remove his hands to cover his cock, but he only managed to pull his
hands a little more out from under Nicole. Nicole sat her weight down on his
hands, trapping Darren’s hands under her bottoms as best as she could. Given
the change in position, Nicole could now feel Darren’s knuckles up against the
bottom of her pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole grabbed Darren’s cock,
wrapping her fingers around his length. In the porn that she browsed, she could
never imagine her hands going around those large cocks she has seen online, yet
Darren’s size was just right for her. She could still join her index fingers to
her thumb in a ring around his cock. Darren moaned again, feeling Nicole’s
hands around his manhood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole then started moving her hands
up and down, mimicking the action she saw online as men masturbated, an action
that was also frequently done in school to disturb one another. This was having
obvious effects on Darren, as she noted his breath getting faster, his erection
getting harder, pre-cum oozing out from the tip of his cock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon, Darren suddenly tensed up,
and white stuff came bursting out of the tip of his cock, landing on Nicole’s
tank top, dancing pants and all over her arm. One… Two… Three… Four… Five shots
came shooting out of his cock as Nicole continued to milk Darren’s cock. With
each shot, the amount of cum coming out became lesser, till a small pool of cum
formed around Nicole’s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole lifted her cum struck hand
to her nose as she did to Darren’s pre-cum earlier, but this time she did not
bother giving it a sniff. She licked Darren’s cum from her hand, tasting the
sweet nectar upon her lips and on her tongue. Darren was stunned by Nicole, and
while he felt turned on by a cum stained girl licking his semen off her hands,
his cock could no longer maintain its erection, shrinking from an engorged
state to lie flaccid against his balls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hee hee. That was interesting.” Nicole
said. This time, Nicole was the one feeling horny, turned on by being covered
in Darren’s cum. With Darren’s hands against her pussy, she started to grind
her hips against his hand, letting the knuckle brush against her pussy lips,
covered by her panties and her dancing shorts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole could feel herself getting
wet down there, and she was sure Darren could feel it too. Whenever she
masturbated, Nicole needed a towel to make sure her pussy juice didn’t wet her
bed or anything she was sitting on. It also sucked that her school skirt was of
a dark brown material that showed when it was wet, which meant that Nicole has
to be careful when getting horny or masturbating in school.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Darren left his hands where they
were, as Nicole grinded her hips against his knuckles. He could feel her soft
flesh above his hand, brushing past his knuckle, to and fro. He could feel that
his knuckle was getting a little wetter. As time passed. With his hands under
her, Darren could not do much. Time to time, Darren would raise his knuckle
just a little, causing Nicole to close her eyes and enjoy the pleasure as she
rubbed herself off his knuckles. Darren leaned his head in closer, smelling the
scent of Nicole’s arousal. He dancing shorts were spotted with his cum from
earlier on, but Darren could see that the crotch of Nicole’s dancing pants were
getting wetter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon, Nicole’s body tensed up
like he did just now, and Darren felt Nicole reach orgasm as her body shuddered
as the waves of pleasure took her. Nicole had her eyes closed, and her legs
were pressed against Darren’s shoulders, stabilising herself as she came over
his hands. As if his hands could not get any wetter, Darren felt a small
trickle of liquid coming down and out of Nicole through her dancing pants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As Nicole rested from her orgasm
and got off from Darren, Darren could barely feel his hands anymore, the blood
drained from his hands from being trapped under Nicole. As best as he could, he
readjusted his cock back into his briefs and shorts, and Nicole returned to her
books.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Well, Nicole thought, that was a
good break from studying. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I turned to look towards the sea, the sunset casting a warm glow upon
my face, the soft sand wedged between my toes. My skin was sticky from the
dried sea salt all over me, but at least the wind feels good against my bare
stomach and back. I held in my hand my sling bag, carrying the essentials
required for a day at the beach with my freshmen at the freshmen orientation
camp. The long day at the beach has drawn to a close, seniors and freshmen
alike were lazing all around the beach, broken into their small circles,
getting to know more about one another though the orientation camp. I was tired
as hell, but knowing that everyone had lots of fun at the FOC was all the more
worth it, and it was actually quite fulfilling to see everyone grow close to
one another despite being total strangers just a few days before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Moreover, it was good being away from work at last, the stress of
fulfilling deadlines and meeting the quotas set by bosses daily finally over.
Not to mention the lack of office politics while back at school, only the fun
of gossips and stirring rumours about one another. After all, at school, it’s
all in the name of fun, isn’t it?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I heaved a sigh at last, and I turned to return to my assigned
orientation group, following the hand-made flag that was stuck in the sand. My
freshmen and fellow seniors were all really bonded after these few days, and
there happened to be really charismatic freshmen in our group as well, such
that we as seniors did not have to do much work to gather the freshmen together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finding a gap in the circle, I lowered myself to join in with the rest
of them, their conversation uninterrupted by my entry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘How’s the FOC for you thus far, Pei Yi?’ I asked the quiet freshmen
beside me. Pei Yi was kind of zoning out actually, tired from the events of
that day. She was sitting on the sand, her arms hugging her legs, her eyes
gazing into the distance, half-closed. It took me a while, along with the
snapping of my fingers, to get her attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Oh Jez hello. Hahah I’m fine, I’m just really tired.’ Pei Yi replied
with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Ah that’s good to hear.’ I went on to entertain her, talking to her
about her fellow freshmen, finding more about each of them through her
perspective.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pei Yi was really adorable, and she has a small petite figure, her
skin a similar tone to my fair skin. Her skin seemingly smooth and unspotted,
and Pei Yi seemed to appear younger than she really was. Her hair was in a mess
from the beach day, the sweat and sea salt sticking her fringe to her face.
Just like all her other fellow female freshmen, she wore a singlet and a pair
of FBTs, the singlet a little too large for her small frame. Due to the singlet
being too large, I could see a little of her bra from the armholes of her
singlet, the white cotton material bright against her dark skin tone. Well… The
packing list did include a dark coloured sports bra for the freshmen, but I
guess she didn’t bother to get it in the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Shortly thereafter, dinner arrived for us. It was cai fan as usual
again, but the freshmen were too tired to be bothered with whatever they were
eating. They gobbled down the food hungrily, fatigued from the events of that
day. The seniors and freshmen continued to interact with one another between
mouthfuls, the mood in the air chill and family-like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The sun was really setting by now, the light disappearing on the
horizon. The beach started to get dark, and time has begun for us to proceed
back to our designated resting areas of that night. Pei Yi and I, as well as
many of the other girls, had the privilege of using the chalets that the
planning committee has booked for us. We gathered under the shelter, leaving
the guys to fend for themselves with their sleeping bags and whatever shelter
they could find.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Under the sheltered walkway, I looked to Pei Yi once again, waiting
for the rest to gather. She was all happy to return to the chalet, knowing that
the tiring day has come to an end. I noted that her skin had a red glow to it,
seemingly sunburnt from all the beach games that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Pei Yi, are you okay? You seem pretty sunburnt.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Yep I get sunburnt pretty easily, since my skin so fair. Hahah.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Ah me too. You didn’t put sunblock earlier ah?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Eh I did leh. But I think after I went into the water so many times,
maybe the sunblock got washed off? Or maybe I never put enough.’ I placed my
hands upon her skin, feeling the warmth emanate from her dry skin. Pei Yi
flinched a little, moving away from my hand. Her skin was pretty sunburnt
alright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘You know, I get sunburnt pretty often too. Hahah. Would you want to
borrow some aloe vera moisturizing gel from me? I prepared some just in case I
got sunburnt too.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Hahah alright thanks a lot Jez.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Upon reaching the chalet, many of the girls rushed straight to the
toilet, keen to get the sweat and salt out of their hairs as soon as possible,
so that their hairs would dry quickly and hence an earlier and longer rest
period for them. Pei Yi as well as a few other girls loitered behind, them
being a group of chill girls who’s too lazy to do anything much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The seniors allowed the freshmen to go first, since it’s their FOC
after all. I went upstairs to the seniors’ room to grab my aloe vera gel, only
to see that Pei Yi followed me up as well. Under the well-lighted room, Pei
Yi’s skin looks really red from the day out in the sun. Her singlet was loose
around her petite figure, and I could clearly see the distinction between her
fair skin and her sunburnt areas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Do you want to apply some of the aloe vera first while waiting for
the other girls?’ I asked, to which Pei nodded in response. I motioned for her
to come closer, as I stretched out my hand to squeeze a little of the aloe vera
gel unto my hands. The gel glistened under the light, looking like a droplet of
water on the palm of my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I placed my palm against Pei Yi’s skin, lathering her up from her
elbows. Pei Yi closed her eyes while she enjoyed the cool aloe vera soothe the
burning of her skin. However, she winced a little from time to time whenever I
was a little too rough. I tried to be as gentle with her as possible, spreading
the aloe vera up her arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I continued to lather the cool gel over her arms, taking a look at her
body while her eyes were closed. I lifted her arm pretentiously, trying to look
at her bare skin through the sides of her singlet. Her cotton bra wrapped her
small figure nicely, and Pei Yi didn’t have much assets to boast of. I was
easily larger than she was, and her lack of boobs made her look really like a
small girl. Under her singlet, her skin was fair, protected from the sunrays by
the singlet she wore. Due to the singlet being too big, I could not reach
around all her sunburnt areas, especially those around her neck and on her
shoulders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘There. All done. Let’s go downstairs to join the rest kay. I think
the girls may be done with their showers.’ We headed downstairs, to find that
the toilet was ready for Pei Yi to use. Many of the other girls were drying
their hair, talking in small circles, some laying out their sleeping bags to
prepare to turn in early for the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Pei Yi, I couldn’t reach around your shoulders earlier. Can you apply
the rest on your own while you’re in the shower?’ I handed her the aloe vera
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Er… Jez, if you don’t mind, can you help apply it for me instead? Er…
I mean, we’re both girls, so I’m okay with it. Hahah.’ Pei Yi asked quietly,
being shy to put her request forward to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Hahah sure.’ I agreed, escorting her to the toilet, grabbing both of
our shower baskets along the way. Nobody really noticed that we’re both going
to the toilet together, seeing as how everyone was too busy being focused on
their own activities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Upon entering the toilet, Pei Yi took her singlet off, taking care not
to rub the cloth material over her sunburnt areas. I knew she was skinny, but
seeing her bare skin without her singlet on really surprised me on how slim she
was. With her back turned towards me, I continued to lather the lotion as
before, applying it to the areas that I have missed previously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Standing behind her, I rubbed her shoulders, letting my hand glide
over her skin, covering them with aloe vera gel. Out of instinct, I slipped my
hands under her bra strap, and continued to lather the gel, moving my hands
under the straps. Pei Yi flinched a little from my intrusion under her bra, but
she did not say a word, and I continued to apply the gel over her body. To my
surprise, Pei Yi lifted her bra straps a little off her shoulders, and Pei Yi
let me slip the straps off her shoulders, leaving her shoulders bare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wandered my hands and allowed them to continue moving all across the
front of her neck, even though that area is not sunburnt, and my hands were
already exhausted of the aloe vera gel. I felt her dry skin, dotted with sand
and sea salt. I placed my hand under her neck and pulled a little upwards,
exposing her throat and stretching her head backwards. I leaned in from behind
to kiss Pei Yi on the side of her neck, gently and softly. I tasted her salty
skin, but I could smell a hint of her feminine smell from the light kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Ahh…’ Pei Yi let out a little moan as I kissed her neck, drawing a
line of kisses from her neck, up to behind her ear, where I paused to incite a
slightly louder moan from her, before moving my lips down to her shoulder
blade, maybe adding a little tongue along the way. I continued to hold her head
back, but I left her arms unrestrained. Yet Pei Yi did nothing to stop me from
doing what I am doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Instead, Pei Yi reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting
the white cotton material fall to the floor. I could not see her nakedness,
with her back facing me. Bringing one hand to hold Pei Yi’s waist, I moved my
hand upwards to feel her smooth breasts, feeling her hardened nipples between
my forefinger and my thumb. I rolled her erect nipples in my fingers, causing
Pei Yi to moan as I stimulated her senses. I continued to suck on her shoulders
with my mouth, leaving light pink marks along her white skin, places where she
was not sunburnt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pei Yi turned around slowly, facing me with her eyes at the same level
as mine, since we’re about the same height. Her body was really slim, her
breasts small mounds upon her chest, her nipples upright, aroused from the
stimulation. Pei Yi reached behind me and untied by bikini, letting the material
fall to the floor to join her cotton bra. My breasts sprung free, exposed to
her eyes for the first time. My breasts were larger than hers, more well
developed from the course of puberty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I leaned in to place a light kiss on her lips, feeling her soft lips
upon mine. Pei Yi responded in return, returning the kiss on my lips. With one
hand behind her back, I pulled her in closer to feel her breasts against mine,
kissing her more passionately. I felt our lips get wet from the saliva exchange
between us, feeling her lips with my tongue. She tasted sweet, and her kisses
felt innocent, as if she was kissing for the first time, unsure of what to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With my other hand, I placed my hand upon her bottom, feeling her
petite ass under her FBTs. Being skinny, her ass was not meaty, but more of
perky and firm. I reached under her shorts, feeling the thin layer of fabric
that acted as a second layer of protection under her FBT shorts. I reached
under that too, feeling the soft material of her cotton panties. My hand cupped
her panty clad bottoms, massaging them and fondling them with my palms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This time, Pei Yi surprised me by placing both her hands on the
waistband of my shorts. She slipped her thumbs under them, and started to tug
downwards as much as possible without breaking our kiss. I let her pull down my
denim shorts, letting her drag her fingers across my bare skin. She felt my
thongs and she pulled at it as well, pulling both my thongs and my denim shorts
off my bottoms, revealing me in my full nudity before her eyes, my bare skin,
my shaven pussy, my breasts firmly before her eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Our kiss did not break, but we continued to join our lips together,
with me in the lead. I felt her teeth with my tongue, pushing inward to explore
the warmth of her mouth. Our hands did not stop touching one another, but we
continued to fondle one another’s privates, going places not meant for everyone
to see. I was already fully nude, so that was not a problem for me. Pei Yi
still had her shorts on, but that did not hinder me much. I slipped my hand
under the second layer of protection under her FBT shorts, her cotton clad
panty against my hand. As I moved further down to explore between her legs, I
was greeted with the wetness that I knew so well, sticky and moist to the touch,
the cotton material soaked through from her arousal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">‘Let’s get under the shower?’ I broke off from the kiss, gently
pushing her under the shower head. I turned the faucet open, letting the
lukewarm water fall across both our bare bodies, the water wetting Pei Yi’s FBT
shorts in the process. Despite being wet, there was a different feeling between
that of water and that of the lubricating fluid coming out of her right now. I
could still tell that Pei Yi was aroused. I started to rub circles around her
opening over her panties, inciting moans from her. The sound of water hitting
the bathroom tiles under our feet masked the sounds of our love-making, such
that the others outside would not suspect anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Desperate for more attention, Pei Yi stripped her wet FBTs off on her
own, letting the soaked material hit the floor with a light ‘Plop’ sound. Now
both of us are naked, and I could see clearly what a small person Pei Yi was.
Her pussy was untamed, her pubic hair thick above her vagina and clit. Yet I
knew where everything was. This was, after all, not the first time I’m making
love to a female, was it not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kneeling on the floor, my tongue quickly found the sweet spot where I
loved to lick. My fingers spread open her tight lips, lifting up her hood to
expose that little sensitive clit. It was small and pink, and swollen from her
arousal. I gave her clit a little lick, judging her sensitivity. Usually girls
who do not masturbate or play with their clit will find this too much to take.
Pei Yi moaned a little, but her legs remained open, inviting me to continue. I
willingly accepted, licking her clit more fervently, my tongue circling that
engorged organ, inciting more moans from her. I travelled downwards to find her
wet hole, and I kissed her as I have done so earlier, my tongue penetrating her
wet hole, tasting her sweet feminine scent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I returned to her clit with my mouth once more, and my fingers took
the place of my tongue. With one swift movement, I stuck my entire middle
finger into her, feeling the wetness within, her tight vaginal walls, squeezing
me upon all sides. I assaulted her clit and her pussy concurrently, and Pei Yi
leaned against the wall to stabilise herself, her hips thrusted outwards into
my face. I felt around in her tight vagina for her g-spot, a little swollen
within her vagina. Finding it, I thrusted my fingers in and out of her, making
sure to hit her g-spot on each entry. My tongue continued to lick, and my
entire mouth was cupped over her vagina, my nose buried with her pubic hair, the
water from the shower trickling down her body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was soon that I felt that familiar squeezing within Pei Yi, the incoming
orgasm that was soon to follow. I felt her body draw tight like a bow, and I
felt the release with my fingers, her hips thrusting to and fro with each wave
of pleasure that took her. Pei Yi’s eyes were closed, her hair wet from the
water raining down upon her. My finger was still buried deep within her,
feeling her pussy squeeze me as the waves of her orgasm took over her body. Soon,
as I felt the pressure from her vagina start to subside, Pei Yi started to
slide down the wet wall, coming to sit below the shower head, this time now eye
to eye with me. Her breaths came in short packets, and I was sure that that was
a pretty good orgasm.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina
lay on the cold toilet floor, feeling the cool tiles against her face. Her body
was still shuddering from the orgasm she just experienced, her pussy feeling
the little tingle that was always present after an intense orgasm. Her mind was
fuzzy as well, and her breaths came in short packets.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><br />
Gina didn't bother to get up. Her legs were usually jelly after cumming.
Anyway, it's not as if she could get away, with the number of guys in the
toilet with her. Not only that, she was blindfolded as well, her hands tied
behind her back. No chance of escape whatsoever. Her eyes were covered, and all
she could feel were the cold tiles against her bare skin. Her breasts were
exposed and her legs are naked waist down as well. </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><br />
Gina heard zips being unzipped, and a faint yet familiar smell came to her
nose. With her mind in a fuzz, she could not put her finger on where she smelt
that familiar smell before.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina was lifted up gently from the
cold floor by her arms. Her blindfold remained intact and she was propped up on
her knees. While the person held her up, Gina felt another grab her by her
hair, which was in a ponytail. Something thick and fleshy was put against her
mouth, the familiar smell much stronger now.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina took in a scent, and she recalled
the smell of sex, the smell of precut and cocks. She knew that she had to do.
Opening her mouth, she took the cock into her mouth bit by bit. She felt the
thick, warm fleshy cock go past her lips, her teeth, her tongue wetting the
piece of meat in her mouth. She knew just the right amount of suction to apply,
a little teeth to apply the needed friction within her mouth. Her tongue
swirled the cock head within, tracing in circles as she worked all the way to
the tip of the cock.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina knew the guy was enjoying her mouth,
his moans told her so. She hummed as she sucked his cock, the mild vibrations
causing the guy to moan even more. Gina could taste more salty precum coming
out of his cock, leaking inside her mouth. She enjoyed giving blowjobs, the
power of pleasure she felt as she sucked on cocks felt good to her. She knew
just how to pleasure guys with only her mouth, not even saying a word too</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Not only that, Gina enjoyed the
presence of a cock filling up her mouth just as she enjoyed it filling her
vagina. She could feel herself getting heated up between her legs as she
continued to suck, the thick warm cock filling up her mouth. Relaxing her
throat in the same way that she has done so many times before, Gina brought her
mouth down over the cock inside her mouth, feeling with her nose his unshaven
pubic hair, as well as feeling the cock head pop a little inside her throat as
she started to deep throat him.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina felt his cock convulse as sperm
flowed through his shaft and into her mouth, shooting his load deep into her
mouth, into her throat. Gina held her breath for just a little while longer as
his orgasm subsided, before pulling his softening cock out of her mouth. His
semen tasted just as salty as his precum, and Gina swallowed it after.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'What the fuck that was damn fast!'</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Eh why you so cui? So fast cum liao.
Not even 10 minutes leh!'</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'She's really good la what the shit.
She suck his cock like pro like that leh.'</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina said nothing, her mind deep in
thought as to what would happen next. That was soon to be answered, as her
hands were untied, and she was led to hold onto something cold. Toilet bowl?
Nope it was not round enough. Ah. It's the urinal.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Her hip was lifted up by the same
person who lifted her, her legs barely holding her up, her butt exposed to
those who are able to see in the room. Gina felt her legs being kicked apart,
both her anus and vagina open for them to see. Not that she resisted. She kept
her legs spread wide apart, leaving her vagina ready for inspection.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Eh... Wah she fucking wet leh.'</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Her butthole so cute one.'</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Her ass like damn firm leh.' With
that, a 'thwack' given to her butt as a hand landed on her ass. Gina let out a
moan, soft yet audible to the guys.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Wah she moan some more. My turn ah.'
With that, a pair of hands grabbed Gina's, presumably the same hands that
smacked her butt. Another cock was positioned at her entrance of her vagina,
the first one to enter her pussy that evening. Foreplay was not necessary, with
Gina being as wet as she is. The guy pushed his cock in, and it slid in with
ease. Gina felt herself being filled by his cock, balls pushed all the way
against her clit, just the way she liked it.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Eh why only one at a time?' As that
was being said, Gina felt another guy brush past her and grab her head
once more, as another cock was brushed against her lips. Gina opened her mouth,
allowing the second cock into her mouth, letting the cock to fill her mouth
just as another one was buried in her pussy. The fullness of a cock in both her
mouth and her pussy made her dizzy with pleasure, her body tingling with
excitement.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina held on to the cold porcelain
urinal even harder, trying to keep herself upright as two guys started to fuck
her, the two cocks pumping too and fro in her pussy and her mouth. She could
barely suck his cock properly, her mouth was wide open as she moaned with
pleasure, and the guy simply fucked her open mouth.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Another hand pried one of her hands
from the urinal, directing Gina's hand upon another male genitalia. Gina
grabbed the cock on instinct, the pounding of the two guys made her hand shake
to and fro as well, and Gina continued to jerk the third guy off.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">She felt the pleasure build up once
more within her as she came, with two cocks within her another cock in her
hand. Gina felt her pussy contract around the cock in her pussy, generating
more moans from the guy fucking her. She could just feel the size of it going
in and out of her pussy, the friction it caused as it plunged in and out of her
wet hole, his balls slapping against her clit. Her mind was in a blank, and all
Gina felt was the pleasure of being filled, of being full of cock and of the
waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">It was soon that the guy fucking her
pussy pulled out, and Gina felt his hot cum land on her back as he released his
load onto her body. The guy filling her mouth pulled out as well, releasing yet
another load, this time on her face. The warm cum hit her on her cheeks, her
nose, and Gina smelt the sweet, salty smell of cum on her face. Gina continued
to stroke the cock in her hand, knowing that this guy was far from finishing.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">'Eh lai lai my turn.' Another guy took
over her pussy once more, and Gina felt the eager boy push his cock all the way
inside her once more, filling up her gaping hole. Gina moaned as she was filled
again, her pussy still sensitive from cumming earlier.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">She continued to stroke the guy off
with he hand, yet slowly directing his cock till he stood right in front of her
face, his cock pointing right at her as she was being fucked by another guy.
The guy behind Gina grabbed her hips and pounded at her ruthlessly. It was
rough, but it was what Gina liked, being treated like a toy, like a slut.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina came again as her pussy clenched
down on the cock inside her. She moaned loudly now, not caring if anyone could
hear her. She felt the cock in he hand swell up, the muscles tensing for an
orgasm. Blindfolded, Gina tried as best as possible to aim the cock in her hand
at her face, her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out to receive his load.
Her aim was more or less on mark, the first spurt landing inside her mouth, the
rest spilling all over, her chin, her cheeks, her neck.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Just as the guy unloaded his cum onto
Gina's face, she felt the cock within her tense up as well, and a warm fluid
filled her from within, the semen warming up her insides to join her very own
fluids. Gina came again, knowing how dirty she was, with cum all over her and
within her, her pussy squeezing out every last drop from the guy behind her.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">As the two guys pulled away from Gina,
she collapsed against the urinal, tired from her orgasm. Her pussy felt sore
from all the pounding that received, her legs could barely support herself even
as she leaned against the urinal. Gina could not care less, she rested her head
on the urinal, gasping for air, despite how smelly the toilet was. At least
this toilet was one of the least used among all the toilets, hence not being
all that dirty.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Gina could hear the zipping of pants
and the scampering of footsteps as the guys left her to her own devices.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">After some time, Gina recovered enough
energy and she removed the blindfold by herself, feeling the sticky dried cum
all over her face. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lighted toilet, she noted
the crumpled uniform she was now in. Her bra and panties were nowhere to be
found. As she stood up, she felt the load of cum within her pussy leak out a
little, drawing a trickle down her thighs.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Getting herself dressed as decently as
she could, Gina swept her hair up into a tight ponytail as before, leaving the
toilet to go home. She picked up her phone to call her parents to apologize for
being late, but something else caught her attention: a video sent to her
whatsapp barely 5 minutes ago.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"> </span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Playing the video, Gina saw how well
she sucked the guy off, how she was taken by guy after guy, how slutty she was.
Her moans could be heard clearly, and it was evident that The Gina in the video
was enjoying the moment.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Watching herself getting fucked by so
many guys, Gina could not help but get wet again simply at the thought of it.</span></div>
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</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778741197182845059.post-35798560621553592182015-07-15T00:58:00.003+08:002015-07-15T00:58:37.726+08:00Busy busy busy~<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello again! This is Jezebel once more. So sorry for my absence again, but school is starting again soon, and with it, the numerous orientations and whatnot. I thought that I may actually have more free time since I'm a senior and all, but NOPE I'm tired as crap now hahah. Nevertheless, do continue to check back at my blog for more updates! I'll try to update it soon.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most importantly, thank you to all who have wished me well wishes regarding my breakup and whatnot. Although I may not have the time to reply to all of you, do know that your well wishes are very much appreciated. I think I'm doing better now, so yep. Hahah.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the midst of so many responses on my Kik, I've decided to invest in another area of social media to filter out those who are simply curious and want to ask me a <u>few</u> questions. I've created an ask.fm account for you guys and girls to ask me anything, so feel free to spam your questions there. I'll gladly answer all of you in any spare time that I have. Feedback or anything else can throw there too.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ask.fm: <a href="http://ask.fm/JezebelIra">@JezebelIra</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love you all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jezebel</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13004225363568557285noreply@blogger.com0