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.

Jezebel’s Diary 11: Reading

This is a 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’.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“… 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.”

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.

“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.

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.

Taking his spear, he prodded it under her chin, lifting up her head to observe his beauty for himself.”

Jane felt her chin being tilted upward by the words, and she felt for herself the point of the spear just above her throat.

“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.

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.”

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.

“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.

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.”

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.

“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.

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.”

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.

“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.”

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.

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.

“The general traced his hands all over the naked princess, each stroke getting lower and lower…”

Jane moved her fingers down, slowly touching herself, her other hand holding the book firmly, turning the page when necessary.

“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…”

And Jane followed, placing her free hand upon her knee, gently.

“He stroked upwards, gently moving his old hand along her smooth inner thigh.”

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.

“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.”

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.

“The general then stroked her privates, running a finger along her thin, unused clit, untouched by any man.”

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.

“The princess continued to moan despite being fondled by her captor, her body a slave to her own erotic desires.”

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.

“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.”

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.

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.

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Jezebel's Diary 9: The Interview

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Jezebel’s Diary 7: Dance Competition

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”