Short Story: Caught

"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.

"Yes Mr Lim." She shifted her weight about the chair, wishing this was already over.

"So please tell me what you were doing, Clarissa."

"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.

"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."

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.

"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.

Mr Lim sighed. "Well, I guess I have to call your parents down if you're so uncooperative."

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."

"Please go on."

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...

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Did both of you continue?" Clarissa blushed, knowing full well that they did. She nodded. "Show me what he did next."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Her hand travelled downwards and underneath his hands, feeling the hard bulge through his pants. It felt large, almost unreal.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

She groaned as she finally felt herself sit down fully onto his cock, her butt on top of his balls.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Short Story: Graduation Celebration Dinner

It was 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.

Since my 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.

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.

Seeing her 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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

I groaned as she continued to tease me through my clothes, her mouth delivering pleasure through light, gentle kisses on my neck.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My cock still stood hard, I was quite surprised that it did not grow flaccid after my explosive orgasm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Moments 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.

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.

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.

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.

Was it really salted egg yolk sauce? I swear the sauce smells just like my niece… And also of me.

Jezebel's Diary 9: The Interview

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Jezebel's Diary 6: Chinese New Year

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

“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.

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.

“Uncle, we’ll come over to visit again sometime soon kay?” My niece yelled across the living room.

With stammering nervousness, I replied. “Yes, Jezebel.”

Short Story: Christmas Shopping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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