Fornications

She looked up from her keyboard, her coloured contact lenses a mesmerizing turquoise, asking me if there was anything else. I blushed and hoped she did not catch me checking her out. I grabbed the documents and excused myself, knowing I have more work to complete.

I shut the door gently behind me and noticed you standing at her door, a new intern. Oh right. Your usual weekly report on how you were doing at the company. I smiled awkwardly, as I do around new people. You smiled and knocked gently on the door, while I hurried along down the corridor back to my cubicle.

As I sat down and perused through my documents, I realized my boss missed out signing on certain important pages. Heaving a sigh, I ambled my way back to her personal cubicle.

I waited outside the dark mahogany doors, knowing that my boss did not like to be intruded upon whilst in a meeting with another person - being you. I peaked through the window beside, the blinds were drawn down but I could see a little between the slits of each fold of the blind.

You were sitting in front of the desk, and I had a side view of your features, young and seemingly innocent, or so I thought. Yet the state of your clothing betrayed that. From earlier on, your blouse lost its top 2 buttons and your chest was almost, if not more, exposed as compared to my boss.

Your skirt was hiked up to expose the upper thighs, the little triangle of panties just slightly visible to me from my view from the window.

What surprised me the most was that my boss stood towering beside your petite frame, her gaze no longer a lazy glance, but a flaring stare, filled with purpose and ambition.

I watched at she lay her middle finger below your chin, tilting the small head up to look at her. I see her lips and yours moving in response to whatever she was saying, but I could hear nothing but murmurings behind the soundproof glass.

I could do nothing but watch as she moved her fingers downwards, her nail dragging across your soft, white flesh, stopping to rest at your third button, halfway down your torso. With two fingers, she expertly released the third button, flipping your blouse open to expose your chests, clad in a nude coloured bra that covered your gently heaving breasts.

My boss placed her hands below your chin once more, this time tilting your head up, till you had to stand up from your chair. Her other hand pushed aside the chair from behind you, and she slowly walked forward, placing her stilettos one in front of another, full of feminine confidence. In comparison, you looked like a trapped bunny, stumbling back in your flats and pencil skirt, which was still hiked up around your upper thigh.

Your back contacted the cabinets behind you, but it did not shock you. Rather, it seemed that you expected it to. Quickly, the last 2 buttons of your blouse came off, and my boss placed her hands around your collar, pulling them downwards and off your shoulders. I thought I saw you shiver, probably due to the cold... or was it excitement I saw in your eyes?

Reaching to the cabinet beside that I have never opened, my boss pulled out a pair of handcuffs, matte grey and solid looking, like one of those meant for high security criminals. She hooked one ring around your hand, and raised that hand above your head to loop around the handle of the upper cabinets, and the other ring found your other hand, locking you in position with both hands above your head, like a lamb prepared for slaughter.

My boss stretched her long fingers around your face, holding your head up in her hands. Her other hand traced downwards and found the hem of your skirt, lifting them higher than before, exposing your innocent white panties.

Her nails dragged across your skin, and I watched you shiver in her hands, your face almost breaking away from her gaze. You struggled to keep your eyes fixed on her, and your mouth quivered under her intense gaze. Her thumb and pinkie stretched apart, forcing you to open your legs as her sharp nails poked against your tender inner thighs.

I held my gasp as I watched her bring her knee swiftly up to your private region, and I felt my insides flip as if I have been kicked between the legs myself. I reached downwards to hold my mound, feeling your pain like my own. Yet you did not falter, but perhaps your blinked a little from the sudden impact.

Her knee remained there, between your legs, pushing you against the wall, and I saw you tiptoe, trying to reduce the pressure of your own weight upon your crotch.

Involuntarily, the action caused you to grind against her leg a little, and I felt myself grow warm between my legs for you, feeling the need to relief myself.

I watched my boss smile, a menacing look I have never seen before. She let you go, leaving you on your feet, your hands still above your head.

You breasts heaved with each breath, heavy and laboured. I saw your eyes widen as you gazed straight forward, it must be something you see my boss grabbing from her desk.

She returned into view with a pair of scissors, and I felt slightly afraid for you. Should I save you? I decided to watch a little longer. You were not screaming yet, so it should be safe... Right?

I watched as she brought the scissors down to your panties, the open blade sliding under the hems of your panties. With two snips, the top of the panty fell forward, held in place by your upper thighs.

With force, I saw her pull the cloth from underneath you, the cotton material dragging across your entire pussy lips. I saw your mouth open a little, not too sure if it was in ecstasy or in pain. There you stood, shaven bare between your legs. I swear even from outside the office, I could see your pussy lips moist, a trail of clear liquid dangling from your pussy lips.

I watched on as she unhooked your bra clasp from the front,  revealing to me a set of firm and young breasts. She unzipped your skirt and let it fall to your ankles, leaving you fully in the nude with only your flats.

You blushed in your nakedness, embarrassed to be exposed in such a manner, your hands tied above your head, unable to cover up even decently despite your nakedness. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, brown little raisins sticking out from two round mounds on your chest.

I must have been transfixed by your nudity that I did not notice my boss bring out a stick with a leather patch at the top, a riding crop. I watched as she scratched her nails upon your inner thighs, motioning for you to open your legs.

She brought the crop to rest on your pussy, the leather scooping out the trail of clear fluids dangling from your private region.

With quick succession, she brought the crop away and slapped it hard against your young pussy, an audible slap sound that I could hear even outside the soundproofed room. The sound was sharp and loud, yet the contact point sounded wet, moist with your pleasure fluids.

I felt my own breath quicker than it was before, and I felt a familiar heat between my legs, aching, wishing I was in your stead. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my own panties having a moisture of their own.

A few more times the riding crop went, tracing around your thighs, across your flat stomach, circling your breasts, but each slap landing upon your wet pussy, the leather staying in place for a tad bit longer while your absorb in the shock, feeling the material against your sensitive spot.

Your pussy reddened with each slap, yet you got wetter as well, the trail of fluid now long enough to drip onto the velvet carpet below. Yet there you stood, helpless and bound, biting your lips harder with each strike of the crop.

My boss placed her riding crop down and came close to you, observing your eyes - needing, wanting, lusting for something.

I watched as she traced her fingers below you, your legs wobbling with the need to be touched, an almost primal need waiting to be filled.

She cupped her hands onto your mound and I saw your gasp, your eyes closed in anticipation of what was to come. I saw your mouth whimper a bit, as if begging, pleading for release. I could only imagine the pain and pleasure coursing through your red and swollen pussy, warm from the beating and sexual need.

She removed her hands and she brought her knee up to between your legs once more, this time gently. Yet you grimaced with the pain of her skin being in contact with your pussy.

I watched as she whispered into your ear, and you replied while closing your eyes, a look of relief upon your face.

You started to buck your hips as my boss stood there, her thigh up against your swollen privates, as you grinded your pussy against her. With each forward trust, I watched as you got off on the mixture pain and pleasure, each movement causing you to grit your teeth together. Yet the desperation was present, the need to find release.

I watched as your fluids were spread across the thigh of my boss, and she gently hiked her own skirt up to prevent it from getting wet.

Your grinding was consistently getting rougher, each hip movement more vigorous than the last. I watched as my boss gazed at you with lighted eyes, this nubile girl getting pleasured upon her bare skin. Your wrists were red from the metal pulling at them, constricted in their cold embrace.

With one last thrust, I watched as you arched you back and pressed your pussy against her thigh, an orgasm ripping through you, relieving you of your need. Your head was tilted upwards and your hands strained against the handcuffs above you. Your mouth opened in an 'O' and I swear I could hear a hint of how loud you were moaning from the release from the slight moans I could her from outside.

My boss lowered her leg as you leaned with your back against the cabinets, your petite body trembling from the aftermath of the orgasms, each tremor a sign of what transpired earlier.

I could see for myself how wet you were from the patch on my boss's leg before she wiped it down, the small patch of dampness upon the carpet upon which you stood.

From the same cabinet, she retrieved a key to uncuff you, massaging your sore wrists with tender loving care. Despite of how rough she was with you earlier, she held you close to her breasts and caressed you lovingly.

She helped you get dressed and I watched as she tossed the ruined panties into the bin, giving you a sly grin as she did. You pulled the skirt down around your swollen privates glad to be covered once more.

Straightening up, I realized you were done with your 'meeting'. I hurried away from the door and turned to appear as if I was just walking down now, and I saw the door to the room open just in time.

I fumbled with my documents and they fell to the floor. You saw that and hurried forward to help me, squatting down to scoop the pieces of paper off the carpeted floor. I mumbled a soft thank you as I helped myself to the paper, staring down the length of the skirt, seeing your bare pussy at arms length away, red and sore.

You must have noticed that as you quickly stood up and straightened your skirt, a shy blush upon your face.

"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.

I raised my hand to stroke your hair, soft and thin, much unlike my own thick and wavy hair. You did not stir, and you seem like a statue, a mannequin for me to appreciate to my heart's content. Your face was warm to the touch of my cold hands, the residue of a blusher put on by unskilled hands. Yet there was a beauty there, a beauty in imperfection, one that reminded me of my youth and innocence so very long ago.

I leaned in to take in the scent of your shampoo, the floral scent delightful to my nose, a warm and homely smell that laid on my pillow. I sunk my head into your hair, each breath deeper than the last, as if I was trying to breathe you into me.

My hand continued to caress you lightly, holding your head in my hands, protectively. I followed the curve of your cheekbones to come to the nape of your neck, brushing my thumb against your jawline as I went lower.

I planted a kiss on your forehead, and yet you did not stir, save for the rising and falling of your chest within each breath of air you take.

My hands reached your collarbone, which was visible under your skin due to how skinny you were. It seemed a little absurd, really, that despite how skinny you were, you had shapely round breasts. Not as big as other girls, I suppose, yet they were large for someone as slim as you were. Better yet, they moulded perfectly into my hands, which I just did.

I felt the soft and tender flesh under my fingertips, and my hand followed up and down with each time you inhaled and exhaled. With the stimulation, I felt your body shift a little, perhaps you were at the edge of coming back to reality.

I propped myself up, lowering my head to your breasts. I let my long hair fall on you, the tips grazing against your skin as I went lower. I looked up close at your nipples, a pair of protrusions that looked almost different in almost every girl, as far as I know. Yet all of them reacted the same way, this I know.

Bringing my lips to your breasts, I stuck out my tongue and gave your nipple a lick, tasting you, taking in your feminine scent. I lowered my mouth to cover your nipple, swirling the brown tip in my mouth with my tongue, gently and slowly, much unlike how guys would often turn into savages when they do so. After all, I'm not in a rush, and your pleasure is all mine.

I hear your moan rumble through your chest with my mouth upon your breasts, an unsure squeak, a gentle whimper. I teased you a little with my tongue, going up and down your nipple, flicking it within my mouth. I gave your nipple a gentle suction, all while moving my hands all over your torso, slowly rousing you.

I feel your hands on my head, unsure hands that patted my hair. I turned my head upwards, gazing past my fringe at your puppy eyes looking down right at me. You smiled a weak smile to say good morning, and I simply smiled back in reply, because no words were needed.

I returned to my task at hand, leaving a trail of kisses around your breasts, slowly moving back upwards. I held your soft mounds in my hands, massaging them, from time to time giving your nipples the much-needed attention.

I kissed my way upwards to your neck, leaving suction across your bare skin. You arched your back and moaned from the sensation, my soft lips upon your sensitive region. I twiddled your hardening nipples, feeling your heart beat fast against my body.

With my knee, I felt for the region between your legs. In an effort to intensify your arousal, I pressed against you, allowing you to grind your vagina against my thighs. I felt the moistness of your arousal, the wetness spreading across my leg.

I broke away from kissing your neck to admire you once more, observing how you just lay there with expectant eyes, your breasts heaving with each quickened breath of air that rushed through you. Your cheeks were flush, forehead glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Most of all, you looked young and demure, a look I appreciated. Somehow, it felt like I was taking away your virginity, your very first love.

I got up and proceeded to the kitchen, still fully in the nude. Most of my family members don’t wake up till past 9am anyway, and the sky is only just lightening up to the morning sun. I placed a frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat, drizzling a bit of olive oil onto the pan. Breakfast for two, it seems.

You came after me, standing in the doorway, wearing my shirt from the night before. While it may be more of a girlfriend tee than a boyfriend tee, I felt that it still looked cute. Oh how you must have marvelled at how confident I was naked, watching as I hurried around the kitchen. I cracked eggs into two distinct sides of the pan and turned the fire low, letting the eggs slowly cook.

I went over to you, as naked as I was, and hugged you around your waist. I gave you a light peck on your lips, savouring your sweet morning breath. Easily, I lifted you and pushed you against the countertop beside my stove. Well, I guess I can have a little breakfast appetiser. I smiled as I went down on you once more, my hands spreading apart your thighs upon my countertop.

You shut your eyes in anticipation, letting me do what I wanted to do. It felt like you were a willing pet, obedient to my wordless commands. I bent forward, my hair grazing your inner thighs, causing you to sigh breathlessly above me, enjoying the sensation of me between your legs.

I lifted my own shirt high enough to bare your bellybutton, viewing your private mounds and the untamed patch of hair above your lady parts. I placed my cheek against your belly, feeling you tense up beside me, not knowing what I would do next.

The eggs continued to sizzle even as a different form of heat filled the kitchen, the aroma of cooked eggs and your arousal mixed together in one. I kissed downwards and you leaned back, exposing more of your vagina to me, your vulnerability and most treasured possession, one which I owned just overnight.

Your lips were already moist in expectation, your clit poking out a little, screaming for my attention. My tongue went onto your vagina lips, going from one side to the other, licking up and down, up and down, and up and down again. I taste you on my tongue, your sweet innocence, a sweet delight to me.

I feel your breathing get quicker above me, yet I had to distract myself once more. I moved myself to the pan, flipping both omelettes, looking at you all the while. How adorable and lovely you looked, like a little flower sitting upon my kitchen countertop. Your cute eyes staring right at me with longing, longing for me to hold you, to make you mine.

Easily, I flipped both eggs onto plates that I set aside earlier, and I returned to you once more. You tried to hold my face in your hands, as romantically and as sensually as I have held you so many times before that night. I knew, deep within, that the touch of a girl like me would be so much different from all the guys that you have had, their roughness, the selfishness, their need for ego and satisfaction and sex, more often than not leaving us girls unsatisfied.

I held you again, and you leaned onto my shoulder, hugging me tightly like a little girl, as if I would leave at any moment. I smiled, a smile that you could not see, but I felt bliss in that moment. I slithered my hand downwards to your vagina once more, feeling your moist privates.

I slipped my fingers into you, feeling your tender flesh and soft insides. I thought you couldn’t hold me tighter, but you did as I started to move my fingers inside you, swirling and bending my finger in the ‘come here’ sign, massaging your sweet and sensitive spots. You moaned beside me ear, a sound that I have come to get used to during the night of love making.

Faster and faster my fingers went, and then I felt it. Your tightening insides and a warm gush of liquid hitting the palm of my right hand. I felt your body tense up and your weight fell upon me to support, as you lost control of your muscles. You stopped breathing for a moment as you feel the ecstasy flow through you, the first orgasm of the morning.

I left my fingers within you, feeling the spasms come and go inside, till it subsided to a mild throbbing within. I held you at arm’s length and smiled at you, my usual warm smile. I eased you into the wooden chair that sat beside my dining table, allowing you to catch your breath as I served you your breakfast and a cup of warm milk to chase the cold of the night away. Not that it was cold last night though.

Your room was just like the rest of the house; neat, tidy, everything arranged almost clinically. You sat me down on your bed and asked if I would like something to drink after the long night. I nodded, and you left for the kitchen, leaving ne to marvel at how your room depicted your meticulousness. You returned with a cup of water for both of us, and I was thankful for the liquid that flowed down my throat, cooling the heat from all the liquor earlier.

You smiled at me, a smile that seemed so warm and natural, and I smiled in return. You stood in front of me and placed your hands on me, kneading my stiff shoulders from dancing all night. I closed my eyes and sighed, allowing your gentle caress to soothe out the ache in my bones.

As you continued to massage my shoulders, I placed the empty cup of water on the desk beside me, moving my now empty hands to hug your waist, feeling the arch of your back. I pulled you in closer, my face now against your stomach. I took a deep breath and breathed in the smell of your perfume, your scent.

With your body closer to mine, I felt you bend downwards, one of your hands moving down my back, reassuring and comforting. Your other hand reached for my head and stroked my long hair, gently patting my head with the palm of your hand. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling within me, a purr building up somewhere deep inside.

I touched your bare arms, feeling your soft and smooth skin. I reached for your back and slipped my hands under your shirt, feeling more of your bare skin, this time also feeling the stiffness of your arched back, the well-toned muscles underneath your skin. I pulled upwards and you lifted your hands off me for a moment, for me to lift your top up and above your shoulders, above your head and then off you. I was faced with a flat stomach that I could be jealous of, and skin that was just as flawless as that on your arms.

You returned your hands to me, bringing my face close to you once more, gently running your hands down the small of my back. I automatically lifted my hands up as you reached for the hem of my top, lifting them off me as I did so to you. I shivered a little at the cool air against my skin, yet I was still warmed by all the alcohol that I took in earlier. I suddenly became very self-conscious, knowing that my figure was not as good as yours.

With one fluid motion, I felt the clasp of my bra release as you placed your hands on me once more, and my breasts fell forward without the support of my bra holding them in. You reached back and undid your own, your breasts spilling forward just like mine. Your nipples were light brown and almost symmetrical, your nipples erect against the cold of the air just like mine are.

I realised that I was holding my breath, appreciative of the beauty in front of me. Your hair was thick yet luscious, flowing around your head and unto your shoulders, stopping just short of your soft mounds. Your breasts were firm and bounced lightly, and they seemed like perfectly shaped globes. Your body was just as well-defined as the rest of you, and you had v-lines that dipped down into your jeans. I have never felt so attracted to someone of the same gender before.

I was greeted by your smile as you moved towards me once more, gently holding my head in your hands, so loving and so tender. I have never experienced this with any man in my prior relationships. Somehow, I felt like you knew my body better I did, holding me in all the right spots as I sat there not knowing what to do with my hands.

I placed my head between your soft breasts and hugged you around the waist, placing my fingers into the hook of your jeans. I pulled them down and revealed your v-line further, lines that disappeared into the pair of lacy thongs that you wore. I never dared to wear something that looked so adult, so feminine. I shuddered to remember that I was only wearing a pair of usual cotton panties underneath me.

You pushed me back onto your queen-sized bed, my body gently laying down at where you must have laid a thousand times before. I felt the depress of the bed as you got on top of me, you lips inches from mine, your light brown and warm eyes staring into my very soul. I was enticed and seduced, a warm fuzzy feeling developing within me that I knew was not because of the alcohol.

With my weight on the bed, you reached below me and pulled my bottoms off, more of my nakedness revealed before you. You did not look down to make me self-conscious, but you placed your hands upon my stomach and moved downwards, ridding me of my cotton panties.

I looked into your eyes as they moved closer, your lips suddenly barely inches away from me. I felt my lips graze against yours, both our lipsticks sticking together for a moment before your lips touched mine, pressing against me softly, gently, very much unlike men who just jammed their faces against my face. Even your kisses were perfect, and it felt like your lips were moulded to fit mine. It was soft and sensual, teasing me, making me want more.

Your hair cascaded around me, your fragrance mixing with my very own. One of your hands held mine, your fingers entwined around, holding me in comfort and security. Your other hand traced my skin, skin that was not as perfect as yours was. Yet in the heat of the moment, my insecurities regarding the many bumps around my body disappeared, and for that moment I felt as pretty as you were.

I never knew touching could make me feel this good. Your fingers moved about my torso, fingertips running across my stomach, upwards and upwards, till I felt them right at the bottom of my feminine mounds. I was still entwined in my kiss with you, your lips now gently nibbling on mine, parting for a moment and going back at them again, as if I was an appetiser in a fine dining restaurant.

Your hands circled my breasts and held them gently, your fingers occasionally drifting across my sensitive nipples. In those moments, I felt the purr within me escape momentarily, and I felt your smile on my lips as these little squeaks of pleasure escaped from my lips. I felt like a child in your hands, a child that was loved and appreciated.

I tried to hold your head as you held mine earlier, but I know my attempts at mimicking you must have been clumsy, as you giggled between kisses. Your hands now moved downwards slowly, and I arched my hips upwards, my lower body craving for your touch, ready to me made yours. How I willed for your hands to move faster, for your mouth to press hard against me, your tongue to ravage my mouth. Yet you were still soft and gentle, slowly increasing my desire for you, my lust.

I felt your hand above my pubis mon, circling the few strands of unkempt pubic hair that were untamed. I felt warm between my legs, and I wanted to badly to touch myself, release myself of the sexual stress that was building up deep within me. You broke away from the kiss, staring into my puppy eyes for a moment, admiring how desperate I must have looked.

You grabbed both my hands and held them above me, pinning them own with your left. Then again, you moved your head towards me, but this time going lower than my lips. I felt your soft hair on my chest as you descended upon me, your mouth against the nape of my neck. I could barely catch the purr as it came on the way out, my mouth opening with an O and my eyes shut, enjoying your soft lips against my neck.

Your free hand moved between my legs, gently stroking my thighs upwards and upwards, and moving on to the other thigh before it reached the top. Every fibre of me felt like I was like that of a drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment. I swear, in that moment I could feel the moisture of my sex slowly oozing out of me, a trickle of fluid flowing from the folds of my vagina down towards the crevice of my ass.

Yet you did not relent in teasing me, your mouth moving downwards towards my breast. As you took my nipple deep inside your mouth, I felt like a jolt of electricity run through me, and I was very sure that I could not catch the moan that now freely escaped my lips. As I arched my back, I could feel some of the stress within me being released. My body tensed up and let go, my first orgasm of the night ripping through me like a bullet. I shuddered as pleasure rocked my body, yet you continued to kiss me around my nipples. I did not know I could even cum without touching myself between my legs.

I felt myself panting as the last reveries of orgasm left me, and I was sure that you knew I came. You lifted your head off me as you smiled at me, a smile that was reassuring, a smile that knew that in that moment, I was already yours.

You released my hands and laid against me, watching each breath of mine, your fingers playfully twiddling with my pubic hair above my feminine parts. I placed my arms around you and hugged, and it was indeed a different feeling, hugging another girl like myself.

You leaned your head against my breast, possibly listening to my heart that beat like a sledgehammer, my breath that came in short gasps. The aftermath of the orgasm still rocked through me, and I was dizzy from the pleasure. I even felt like there was a sweet taste on my lips, a taste that I could not describe.

As your hand cupped my mound, I knew my night was far from ending. I wanted to tell you that I was tired, that you can stop, that that was the best orgasm of my life already. Yet, a part of me wanted more, that desired still the need to be filled, and so the whole of me laid there, waiting.

You placed your middle finger against my folds, and I finally realised how wet I was, my entrance entirely soaked through with my stickiness. I felt your finger slowly parting my lips, lips that parted easily due to my arousal. My wetness invited you in, allowing you to slip into my warm flesh.

With a tired gasp, I moaned is you entered me, your finger that was not as thick as a penis, yet it felt more fulfilling, filled with the emotion of trust and security, of comfort and of love. I knew I could crave this feeling more than the filing any penis could grant.

Easily, your slipped another finger into me, feeling my depths and wetness. I gasp as your fingers started to move. I was too tired to control the sounds that came from within me naturally. I simply held on to you as I parted my legs wider in the hopes of feeling you explore me deeper.

Your fingers felt better than my own, slipping in and out of me so naturally, as if it was your own vagina that you were fingering. Between each thrust, I turned to see you watching me as you drew me nearer to my second orgasm, eyes twinkling with playful pleasure, warm, brown eyes that captivated me.

I hugged you closer as I felt my body tense once more, and as I released, I clamped my thighs around your hand, willing you to stop as my second orgasm overtook my senses. Nevertheless, you did not stop, but continued to move your fingers against me, pressing your thumb against my swollen clit and your fingers pressing against what I knew was my g-spot, a spot I never knew existed. 

Despite the beautiful orgasm I felt earlier, I never knew it could feel even better. I closed my eyes as the second orgasm started to rock me, your fingers moving about deep within me. Your mouth found mine as I moaned, or maybe screamed, my shrill voice covered with your mouth. Your tongue pushed between my lips, twisting and turning within my mouth as your fingers now moved deep within me.

With that, I felt myself lose control of my body as another orgasm rode upon my second orgasm, pleasure combined with pleasure, my mind blank and my body totally yours, under your control. I felt a gush of warm liquid exit the folds of my vagina, wetting my thighs that were still shut around your fingers, experiencing my first ever squirting experience.

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.

. .  . 

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.

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.

I was jolted from my thoughts as my phone rang once again, the WhatsApp logo appearing on my screen. “I am downstairs.” This was all the message said, the sender a series of numbers that I simply saved as “Unknown”, all to reduce suspicion from whoever who looked through my contacts.

I stood up from my sofa, clenching my house keys in my hands. I took a few attempts before I managed to open the door, my hands shaking, not sure if it was from my nerves or from excitement. As I entered the dimly lit lift, I was suddenly aware of everything around me; the old lift smell accompanied with the stench of multiple people, the silence in the HDB, and my loud beating heart.

The lift door opened and I stepped out, not knowing what to expect. I took a few turns before I noticed what I was expecting. She stood against a wall, wearing a dress that did not highlight any prominent features. I noticed that she wore heavy makeup, bearing red luscious lips, thick eyeliner with matching eyeshadow. Somehow, she vaguely resembled the photo I chose earlier, a slim, delicate figure. Yet, however, she seemed to lack the cleavage I was drawn by, claiming she was an average C-cup.

Not knowing what to say, I stammered “Erm… Hello? It’s me.” She glanced at me and smiled a slight smile, one that matched her petite figure.

“Hello.” That was all she said, and she walked towards me, nodding for me to lead the way.

I walked before her, noting that I was underdressed compared to her, wearing only slippers, shorts and the nearest t-shirt that I could find when I dialled her number. As we stepped into the lift, I stood a distance from her, not knowing if I should place my hands about her or approach her in any way. When she did not initiate, I simply stood leaning against the wall of the lift, standing in awkward silence as the lift rose to my level.

We continued to walk in silence towards my door, and I was secretly hoping for none of my neighbours to look out just as I walked past. Seeing as it was already a pretty late hour, I was thankful that I did not encounter any curious eyes.

I unlocked my door, and waved her in. I barely remember her name. What was it again? She continued to follow me as I led her to my bedroom, the only room in the house with lights on. My family were out on a holiday, leaving me at home to take care of the house.

“Erm... Before we continue, I would like to collect the payment first.” I nodded as I took the cash I already prepared on the table for her. She took the cash in her hands, counted it briefly and inserted them into her bag, which she placed on my study table. “Thank you.” I simply nodded, not knowing what to do next. Here I was, standing awkwardly in my own room.

“Is this your first time?” I nodded. “Will you be shy?” I shook my head. I was familiar with what was going to happen... Right?

She smiled as she casually slipped off the straps of her dress, pulling it over her head and off her body. I simply stood and observed her matching white underwear covering her body. Somehow, the pictures looked better earlier. I kind of expected it, but well, I’ve already paid.

She did not bother asking as she took her panties and bra off, placing her clothes in a neat pile beside her bag. She had a skinny body, and I swear her breasts do not look as large as she claimed it was. She was lightly trimmed, her pubic hair a neat triangle above her private region.

She made herself at home, sitting directly on my messy bed. She smiled and signalled me over, and I gladly obliged, not know what else I could do. Is this where I as allowed to touch? What should I be doing next?

I shivered as she helped me take my t-shirt off, even though it wasn’t cold in the room. I usually walked around half-nude at home, but somehow I felt exposed to the eyes of this complete stranger before me.

Her hands were cold, and she slipped her fingers below the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling me free of them. My cock was directly in front of her face, flaccid and waiting for action. She immediately took my cock into her mouth without waiting for me to say anything, eagerly sucking on my cock like a pro.

I moaned and closed my eyes, the feeling unexplainably warm. Her soft lips were around my cock, engulfing them into her wet mouth. With every moment that she pulled out and went down again, she made a slurping sound that indicated the little suction that she was applying to my awakening member. My cock slowly hardened as it was warmed by her delicate mouth.

I continued to stand there not knowing what to do, so I simply placed my hands upon her shoulders, which I felt were cold compared to my hands. She felt really… Tiny in my hands. Delicate, even. I was unfamiliar with how I should be touching her. She continued to suck my cock, as if my touch did not bother her in the slightest. I groaned with pleasure as she gave one hard suck, as if trying to drain all my semen out of me.

She was rough with my cock, yet it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. She flicked her tongue about my cock head, which felt a bit rough initially, yet I slowly got used to the feeling of her tongue going rough over my erect penis. It felt good, to be honest. Her cock gave me a suction that my hands alone could not provide.

Up and down, up and down she went, engulfing my cock. I was surprised that she could take so much of my cock into her mouth, given her petite figure. It did feel a bit tight about my cock head when she went down all the way, so I guess this is what a deepthroat feels like. I moaned and groaned, my hands tightening around her slender shoulders with each twinge of pleasure I felt.

Soon enough, she got up from my cock, leaving my member pointing upwards at the ceiling, my entire rod of flesh coated with her saliva from tip to base. She expertly grabbed a package near her, tearing the cover off quickly. When did she put the condom there? I didn’t even realise she took anything out of her bag.

With her fingers slowly wrapped around my shaft, she slid the rubber over my engorged cock head, rolling gently down my well lubricated shaft. My cock head throbbed and seemed angrily red, a colour that I have never seen before.

She pushed me down onto the bed, and then proceeded to get right on top of me. I reached out to grab her tits, which felt really small in my hands, given her petite figure. Her breasts were pointy, ending off with a cute looking nipple at the end. I gave her nipples a few playful flicks, but she did not react at all.

Reaching back, she grabbed my cock and eased herself down unto me, all without looking. Instead, she stared directly at me, batting her eyelashes and her mouth forming an ‘O’, letting out a cute moan as she sank into me.

Despite not having any foreplay, her vagina seemed to be wet enough to take me inside her. It felt really good as her warm vagina lips slipped around my cock, swallowing my thick member right into her. I was amazed at how well she took it in, despite her small stature.

Then she begun to ride me, going up and down on my cock. All the while, she moaned and rocked her hips to and fro. I was unsure if I was pleasuring her enough, but damn she felt good about my cock. I felt her wetness on my swollen member, perhaps even wetting my balls.

Piak. Ahhh… Piak. Ahhh… The sounds of our flesh colliding and her moans echoed throughout my room. I was partially afraid my neighbours would complain, but then I realised that sex was pretty normal in a HDB. Moreover, its not like anyone would know the sound was coming from my flat… Right?

I shoved my cock into her harder and harder, feeling the imminent orgasm coming, a feeling I was all too familiar with. Yet, this time, it did not feel the same. It felt a bit different, coupled with the girl riding cowboy on top of me, my meat shaft deep inside her.

I continued to push my meat into her, trying to feel for myself how hard and how deep it could go. A couple of times she moaned a little louder, perhaps I was doing the right thing? It felt really soft and tight within, and it felt really good for me, thinking that I was giving her pleasure as well.

With the orgasm approaching, I thrust harder and faster, using her as a sex object and nothing more, like a meat sleeve that just went over my cock. I wanted to ravish her, to make her mine, even just for an hour. I pushed my cock all the way in, pulled out and pushed it as far as it can go again, my hips hitting her inner thigh with a satisfactory piak sound.

I arched my back and groaned one last time as I felt the warm fluid streak through my penis and deep into her, her warm flesh still going up and down upon me as I came. I felt like I was experiencing forbidden pleasure, emptying my balls deep into this girl whose name I did not know.

As soon as she saw that I was cumming, she started to slow herself down, from rocking on my cock to slowly grinding her pussy on me. I was fatigued from the sex, and my entire body felt relaxed, like a strung bow that was now unstrung.

She stood up, allowing my flaccid cock to slide out of her now gaping hole. She got dressed very quickly putting her panties over her wet pussy without even bothering to clean up after herself. She dressed very quickly, faster than I imagined a girl would take. I stood up from my bedside, sending her to my front door with wobbly legs.

I tried to lean in for a kiss to end of the session, but she shunned my advances and simply stepped out of the metal gate, which I held open for her. She smiled a polite smile, turned and left without another word.

He was still fast asleep, and in the dim light of the breaking dawn, he was not good looking at all. Seeing his neat haircut, well-toned muscles and apparent youth upon his facial features, I made him out to be about twenty years old… Probably serving the nation then? My observation was confirmed by the set of pixelated uniform hanging behind the bedroom door. Not that it mattered anyway.

I lifted the sheets above his body, only to find that he was just as naked as I was, the rest of his body just as well-built as his shoulders were. Slowly, I lifted the sheets off the rest of him, leaving him bare upon the bed. His morning wood stood upright, straight upwards from his clump of untended pubic hair.

I spent the next few minutes staring at his body, observing his cock throb with each pulse of blood that flowed through him. He had an averagely large member, uncircumcised as most Chinese usually are. I propped my leg upright, feeling downwards for my own secret region. I traced past my recently waxed mound and found my silt between my legs, which still felt a bit sore from the night before.

Slowly, I traced my finger up and down the crease of my flesh, feeling my cool fingers slowly getting warmed by my warm pussy. My vagina reacted to my cold touch, slowly getting moist, my vagina lips spreading slightly apart with arousal. I could feel a tingle of arousal within my nether regions, the need to have something inside me slowly building up.

I stared at his cock, still hard, swollen and upright, and just right there to satisfy my needs. Gently, I got up on all fours and leaned downwards towards this stranger’s cock, letting my long wavy hair glide across his abs as I did so. I combed my hair aside in a bunch, exposing my neck towards his face. Well, not that he was awake… Yet.

Coming closer to his cock, I saw his precum glistening upon the reddish purplish head, coating his cock with a light sheen of bodily fluids. I gave it a light whiff, the salty smell all too familiar to me. I reached between my legs for my vagina once more, feeling my ready wetness. I lowered my head to his cock, my lips gently kissing the moist tip of his member. With my neck arched upwards, I saw that my stranger from the night before has yet to wake up.

I slipped my tongue outwards, tasting his salty precum upon my tastebuds. I swirled his taste about my lips, smelling his arousal. I tilted my head and shifted downwards, licking his shaft as I went along. His shaft was bare of any bodily fluids, so I coated them with my saliva, expertly shifting my head one big round to try to get as much of his cock coated with my saliva as possible.

With his cock coated in my spit, I started to lick his shaft, gently prodding my soft tongue on the underside of his cock. I started from the base where his cock met his balls, and then I slowly licked upwards, ending off with a light flick of my tongue against the underside of his cock head. Then, I topped it off by planting a light kiss upon the tip of his swollen member, which seemed to be oozing out more precum by the moment.

I heard him moan a light at my gentle teasing, his cock throbbing a little more with the added stimulation to his morning wood. I closed my lips around his cock and gently sucked, inciting a moan once more. I continued to stroke my slit beneath me, feeling my clit getting engorged with blood as I started to get aroused from sucking cock.

As I plunged a finger into myself, I engulfed his cock into my mouth, starting upwards and downwards upon his hard cock. My soft lips upon his cock proved to be very effective on him, as I heard him moan and groan, his hips trying to thrust deeper into my wet mouth. I enjoyed hearing his manly groans, feeling myself get wetter at the prospect of having him inside me.

I continued to move my soft lips up and down his shaft, my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock within for the maximum effect. I was quite sure he was awake, with his facial muscles clenched into a grimace, enjoying the pleasure of his morning blowjob.

I lifted my head up from his cock, hearing him sigh a breath of expiration, his cock ready for more sucking. I stretched out my long legs to reposition myself, getting ready to get my fair share from this soldier. I got into the sixty-nine position, and my mouth returned to his cock again once more.

I expected him to get up and start eating my out, yet he took no initiative. In my mind, I rolled my eyes as I sat my face down upon his face, thankful that my flexibility allowed me to do so with ease. I felt his feeble attempts at licking me, all off centre.

I resorted to grind my pussy upon any facial features I could find, venting my frustrations by sucking on his cock even harder than before. With that, he could barely concentrate, his body arched and stiff from the pleasure I was delivering to his sex.

Seeing as he sucked at eating me out, I got up from my position and decided to just settle for my main course for the morning. I straddled his body and aimed his cock along my slit, sliding his wet member along my vagina. I eased into him slowly, but he thrusted upwards at me, sinking his whole flesh rod deep into me.

I felt my gaping vagina being filled, his cock stretching me out inside me. Ah… At least this still feels good. I started to ride his cock, pressing my hands down upon his chest, stopping him from moving around too much while I was treating his cock like a real-life dildo.

I tilted my body at an angle, just nice for the head of the cock to hit against my sensitive spots whenever I moved to and fro. I could feel his meat rod warm inside me, throbbing with the heat of blood flowing through his member. I continued to ease myself forward and backward, grinding my hips against his pelvic region, stimulating my clit further.

I could feel it slowly building up, the tension of the morning release coursing through my veins. With a gasp of relieve, I feel my entire body give out a spasm of pleasure throughout, liquid pleasure flowing through my entire body, emanating from my pussy. As I came down from my first wave of pleasure, I moaned again as the second wave hit, more gentle then the previous, but intense all the same.

With each wave of pleasure, my pussy clenched its muscles about his thick cock, engulfing him with my womanly warmth. I felt his cock shudder and give way as the fourth wave of pleasure throbbed within me, his rod sowing seeds deep within me. I felt his warm semen fill me, squirt after squirt deep into my body.

As I subsided from my orgasm, I felt his meat rod throb inside me as it slowly deflated, the man before me exhausted from his morning exercise. His face was a sheen of sweat upon perfectly normal features, not one that I would stick around with for much longer.

I made sure to note where my panties were – on the floor on the other side of the bed – before I got up, pulling his flaccid cock out from me as I did do. I always enjoyed this feeling, the semen slowly leaking out as I pulled out the stopper from my pussy. I pulled my underwear back on, wearing the crumpled clothes that I wore from the night before.

I was amazed at the size of the university, the amount of space that we used for the career fair seemed so small compared to the size of the school. We took 15 minutes alone navigating through the university, finding the exact location for the career fair.

Entering the large lobby, we were greeted by large banners and spacious booths. There were other companies busy setting up their booths, but my eyes automatically zoomed in on all the pretty ladies that other companies have sent, meant to attract students to their firms. Sad to say, my company did not have much beauties to boast of, being an engineering firm and all.

I stared at the ladies from the other companies, clad in tight little office shirts and shirts that felt too small for their breasts. Many of them wore heavy office makeup, yet I was attracted to them all the same, being used to seeing all the masculinity around my office.

The early part of the morning was quite dull, and most of our visitors were scholars, and people from other companies slacking off trying to get freebies from one another.

I felt like I have been repeating our company’s value chain so frequently that it felt scripted, yet I had to keep entertaining visitors who expressed even the slightest interest in our company.

As lunch approached, the crowd demographic seemed to shift a little, with more formally dressed students coming by to look. Apparently, many business classes ended at 10.30am, meaning that business students would come by to look at the booths for internship opportunities.

The change in demographic was a pleasant one, as the business girls were cute and very well dressed, many of whom seemed like the younger versions of office ladies from the other companies.

Then approached one particular girl, looking lost with her hands full of notebooks from several firms. She stood at a distance from our booth, seemingly out of sight but merely observing us. Her tight skirt hugged her waist tightly, illustrating killer curves despite her petite body. She had a fair skin and the bright red lipstick she wore drew my attention to them almost immediately. Even though she wore a loose shirt, I could see that she had a perfect set of breasts that she had no problem flaunting.

Seeing that most of my colleagues were occupied, I decided to approach her, and seize the opportunity to talk to a cute girl like her.

"Hello, you look lost. May I help you?"

"Oh hello. I was just looking around." Her voice was sweet and delicate, and it felt like a sweet melody humming through my ear.

"Ah. Ah I see." I was a little taken aback by her light brown eyes, now staring intently at me. I could not help but feel my heart rate raise a little, staring into her beautiful eyes.

"Well, our company is an engineering firm, looking to hire fresh grads or students looking for internship opportunities. May I know what you are looking for?" I repeated the exact same line I said to many others before her, yet I felt my heart flutter a bit with every word I said to her.

"Erm... She diverted her eyes away, tracing a finger across her red luscious lips tenderly. I could not help but feel my heart skip a beat again. "I’m looking for a full-time job actually, I am an Accounting student though, do you think there is any possibility for me to work with you?"

Despite me knowing that her "you" meant the company, I somehow felt like she was referring to me, my head filled with a sudden fantasy of working beside her.

"May... May I see your resume?" I could not think of a proper reply, my mind seemingly in a mental block.

"Opps, I gave out most of my resumes to other companies who asked from me earlier. Is there any other way for you to find out more about me?” Her brown eyes widened a little with the exclamation, distracting me further.

I was dumbstruck, without a single response for her. “Erm... Erm...”

“Well, why not you hold an interview with me now? That way, you can ask me whatever you want, and you can get to know me better too?”

The thought of speaking to this girl one on one excited me, and I almost forgot for a moment that I was here for the career fair, not for her. Yet, she leaned closer to me, expecting a reply. In that moment, I smelt her perfume, a sweet aroma that engulfed me once more.

“Erm... You okay? I know of a great place for an interview. It’s far too noisy here. Would you like to follow me?”

I did not know what came across me in that moment, yet I nodded my head, and I decided to follow her as she led on. I stared at her back as she walked in front of me, her tight ass swaying from left to right as she walked, her perfume wafting behind her as she led me into a quiet classroom not far away from the career fair.

Upon entering the classroom, she placed her bag on a random empty chair, drawing a chair for me to sit before sitting opposite me. I was still in a daze, not knowing what to do, as if I was under a spell to listen to her every word.

“Well, its quieter now, isn’t it?” She smiled at me, her light brown eyes drawing me in. She licked her lips after she said that, her tongue moisturising lips that I felt like kissing at that moment.

“Erm... Well, as I was saying, our company is an engineering firm. I’m not too sure what role you may have in our company. What our company does is ...” As I went on with my usual rant on the value chain of the company to her, she leaned in closer, seemingly attentive to the lecture I was giving her.

As she leaned forward, I could not help but be distracted by her apparent gap in her oversized shirt. The first button was undone, something I did not notice earlier. I stole glances whenever I paused for a breath, hoping that she would not catch me doing so. She wore a black lacy bra, covering her milky white breasts which rose and fell with each breath. Her breasts filled her bra completely, the valley in between seemed to invite me into its caress.

I also noticed her legs, drawn together knee by knee. Her legs were as fair as the rest of her, and smooth, and seemed to emit a faint glow under the dim lights of the empty classroom.

With my lecture coming to my end, I asked “Any questions?”

“Well... From what you mentioned, I did get a good insight on your company.” I smiled, hoping that I did a good job impressing her. “May I ask if there are any qualities that you are looking for in your employees there?” She twirled her hair and leaned closer with expectant eyes. Before I caught myself, I felt my eyes drawn to her cleavage once more.

This time, she seemed to notice me turning to look at her cleavage. Following the gaze of my eyes, she noticed that I was staring at her cleavage openly, much of which was already exposed. She gave me a shy smile before sitting back upright. I decided to look away, my face a warm red, embarrassed of being caught staring at her boobs.

Yet, as I turned back to her once more, she has undone the rest of the buttons on her shirt, her black lace bra fully exposed for me to see. I sat there stunned as she stood up and walked over to me, taking off her shirt in the process. I felt blood rush to my member down below as I observed her breasts in their full magnificence, clad in black, sensual lace. Her body curved gently down, hugged tightly by her black pencil skirt.

“Well, are these attributes that your company is looking for?” She stood directly in front of me, her hands placed upon my shoulders and she leaned forward to look me in the eye, her breasts hanging, only to be supported by her bra. I could feel my erection pressing against my pants, begging for release.

I was at loss of words of how to respond in this situation. Seeing how stunned I was, she took one of my hands and gently placed it upon her back, smooth and flawless. She slid my hands down while staring intently into my eyes. I felt her hand position mine to land above her bra clasp, her brown eyes full of anticipation and longing. “Go on.” She whispered, her sweet breath landing upon my sweaty face.

I did what she expected me to do, and unclasped her bra, letting her glorious mounds fall out of their lacy prison. She stood up straight and let her unclasped bra fall off her breasts, her perfectly round tits directly in front of my face. Despite her innocent face, her breasts were the tits of a young adult. She had round and luscious nipples, hardened in the cold air-con environment, or perhaps from lust. I could feel my penis straining strongly against my pants, and it was starting to hurt a little.

She laid her hand upon my belt, expertly unbuckling it with one hand. Her other hand leaned against my shoulder as she bent downwards, kneeling right in front of me. She looked into my eyes, licking her lips as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants without so much as a flinch. I felt the pressure release as my cock came free of my pants, still restrained by my underwear.

I felt her fingers trace over my raging erection, feeling the wetness at the tip. She turned her attention downwards to my swollen member, her lips kissing the tip of my damp underwear. I felt her hair between my fingers as I held her, I watched the heaving of her breasts as she took in the scent of my arousal.

Hooking her fingers about the elastic band of my underwear, she lifted it up bit by bit, her face ever closer to my skin. I felt the fabric of my underwear hold my cock down till the edge… When poof, my cock sprung free of all constraints, hitting her demure looking face on her cheeks. I felt the cool air against my warm member, a string of pre-cum on the side of her face.

“Opps. Sorry” I whispered even as she smiled and took my cock into her mouth, plunging the entire piece of meat in, shaft and all. I felt her teeth against the base of my cock, the warmth of her mouth engulfing me in sheer bliss for a moment. I felt her throat tighten around my member as she held her breath, and then she pulled back, only to do down again.

All the while, her tongue circled around the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body that I have never felt before. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the pleasure. Goosebumps stood up on my arm as I felt the tingling sensation over and over again as she pleasured my cock, her head of soft hair going up and down on me. Each time she went down, I felt her mouth take me in all the way against my groin, then she lingered for a moment, my full length fully within her for a few seconds.

Then, she stood up and tucked her hands around her pencil skirt, pulling it down to fall at her ankles in a circle of black cloth. Before me she stood in a matching black lace underwear, made of sheer material. Through her thongs, I could see her cleanly shaven pussy. She shifted the crotch of her thong aside as she stood over me, positioning herself over my cock, still wet from her saliva and throbbing in the cool air. I saw a gleam of clear liquid as she pried the lacy material away from her tiny slit, one that looked like the vagina of a young girl.

She steadied herself with her hands around my shoulders as she eased herself downwards, her pussy now against my warm cock. I felt my cock against her warm pussy, my breath held within me, preparing for the penetration. My cock parted her pussy lips just a little, and I could feel the friction between both of us despite my cock being well-lubricated.

It hurt a little as she eased my large member around her entrance, her face scrunched up in some sort of pain. Then with a sudden slip, I felt the head of my cock entering her, soft and warm inside her. Slowly, she slid down on my shaft, bit by bit, till her groin was fully against mine. I sighed as my cock rested fully within her tight hole, pleasured on all sides by her warm flesh.

As soon as she was comfortable, she started to move. Even though the blowjob earlier on was good enough, to describe the experience would be mindblowing. It felt like my cock was melting within her as she moved up and down on my shaft, her warm pussy pulling me in further and further with every upthrust. Her tits swung in front of my face, soft and luscious. I placed my hand on her back as I felt her soft, smooth skin, enjoying the smell of her young, feminine body.

She moaned softly above my head as she rode me, one hand grabbing my hair and the other upon my back. I felt her lean her body against me, grinding her pussy against my groin. My cock moved in and out of her, tight and better than any masturbation session I had. I felt the tightening of my balls as I began to reach my limit, my voice barely able to hold in my groans as I could hold in my orgasm.

“I… I… I might… cum”. I groaned as she moved on top of me, each bounce seemingly harder than the last. Hearing that, she moved even faster, her pussy sliding on my shaft faster than I imagined possible. She gave me a swift nod of the head as she continued to ride me, trying to suck out every drop of cum into her thirsty pussy.

I felt my thighs tingle, my balls tightened as I allowed my muscles to let go, my penis shooting string after stream of cum deep inside her. I could barely hold myself together as held my cock dee within her as she felt the first string of cum, her pussy tightening over my shaft as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure came over me as I emptied my balls into this young lady in front of me, my head buried between her breasts.

As I felt the last vibration of cum shoot out from me, I sat there awhile, with this beauty upon my lap, my seed deep within her deepest parts. I continued to sit down there, drained of all energy as she stood up, readjusted her thong back onto her pussy, a droplet of white fluid starting to show around the entrance.

I was watching her all afternoon as she dipped in and out of the water, her long slender legs cutting through the water as she moved forward. I watched as she rested after every five laps, the skin around her chest catching the light of the setting sun. How I wanted to run my hands down her chest, feel those mounds around my hands.

Instead, I felt myself instinctively drop my pants and underwear, my hands stroking my cock as I continued to watch her take her weekly swim. I imagined her hands upon me instead of my rough hands, softly touching me at places where I was sensitive. I played with my balls the way I imagined she would, running my hands over the rough skin beneath my cock. I could feel my precum oozing out of me, the warm fluid coating my entire cock head.

I did not let myself draw near to my orgasm. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy my experience of fantasizing while watching the girl of my fantasy right in front of me. I slowly alternated between stroking my cock and teasing myself, as she continued to do her laps. Soon, she finished and she got out of the water, the water dripping off her skin.

Her ass was as slender as the rest of her, and I felt my hard cock throb at the excitement of seeing her lower body out of the water. I noted her thigh gap as she started to dry herself with her towel, her breasts and pussy mound prominent as she stretched upwards to dry her back with her towel. I stroked my cock slowly, feeling the warm rod of flesh within my hands.

She walked towards the nearest lounge chair and laid down upon it, basking in the setting sun as she took a break from her swim. I watched as she continued to lie there, and I could barely see her chest moving up and down from where I was on my balcony. I was on the third floor, my pants a heap around my ankles, my cock in my hands. I continued to stroke my cock as I admired her young body, imagining all sorts of things I would do to her.

Her skin was young and flawless, and her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner, obscuring her pussy mound from my view. Yet all I needed was my imagination. I imagined pulling her bikini bottoms off her, revealing her pussy to me. Was it shaved? Was it naturally hairy? It didn’t matter. The excitement of seeing her naked would turn me on. I continued to stroke my cock harder, feeling myself draw close to an orgasm.

I wanted to feel her breasts, to knead them gently within my fingers, and smell the aroma of her skin. I imagined her nipples perked upon her breasts, my mouth enveloping them, gently sucking on her sensitive spots. I can see her in my mind’s eye, hear her moan gently as I felt her up between her legs, warm and wet.

I felt my cock swell up as the warmth gathered up within my cock, escaping spurt by spurt unto a wad of tissue I held upon my cock head. I felt my heart beat hard in my chest, relieved as the waves of orgasm rocked my body, my hands feeling the warm fluid soaked up by the tissue.

I stared out of the window, and there she was. Yet this time she was not laying down anymore, and for an instant I thought her eyes connected with mine before she looked away. I continued to watch her, my cock still hard and throbbing after cumming. She gathered up her towel and her belongings, her long legs stretching out from the lounging chair. God she was beautifully slim.

Little by little, she disappeared out of sight from my view.

I gathered up my things as well, throwing away the cum-filled tissue into the dustbin near me. I did not bother to wear my pants back, as I wanted to shower after a good masturbation session. My cock was turning flaccid already, and I was feeling cold from feeling the evening wind against by bare skin. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and as I prepared to enter into the toilet, my doorbell rang.

Sigh. Who could it be at this hour? I walked towards the door, my towel around my waist. As I opened the door, the same neon blue bikini stood before me. I was stunned a little by her beautiful body, and I was speechless.

There she stood, barely an arm’s reach away from me, her dark brown hair in a bun, her bright eyes staring right at me, as if she was exposing all my secrets with just her stare. Her skin was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be up close, fair and smooth. Her legs shone with a certain gleam, as if they were freshly waxed. Her lips were a luscious red, red that stood out from her fair skin. I noted her bikini, the cloth that covered all her sensitive and forbidden parts, yet I mentally stripped her all the same.

What could she want…?

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Dear reader,

I hope that you’ve enjoyed this short story! As you may have noticed (or may not have due to your excitement), the story is still incomplete. I am leaving the second half of the story to you readers to imagine. Are you going to dominate her and take her for yourself? Or is she the dominant one? Will it be rough or gentle? What type of girl is she like?

I am hereby opening the second half of the story for anyone to write in and let me know what they think will happen.The best entry will be posted as a continuation to the first half of the story (and maybe get to know me better too?). Do note the few pointers I have below for the second half of the story:

- It should be written from a female point of view

- Foreplay should be well-written. I love a good foreplay.

- A considerable length, about 1,000-1,500 words

- Anything socially acceptable is fine. No cannibalism, bestiality, blood or gore. This isn’t Game of Thrones.

I’ll be accepting your stories till 8 July 2016, 2359, so do email me your entries at [email protected]! I hope to hear from all you readers soon!

I propped myself up slowly, taking care not to wake my boyfriend up from his sleep. I continued to watch as he slept, his naked chest heaving with each breath of his, the sound gentle and soothing. I smiled to myself as I leaned into his hair, smelling the smell that I loved so much. I wrapped my arms around his torso, just glad to have my arms filled with someone I love.

He did not stir at all, probably tired from all the fun we had last night. I continued to smell his aroma, a smell I just cannot get enough of. I traced my fingers slowly across his chest, feeling his smooth skin underneath my fingertips. Circling his nipple, I gave it a gentle flick. I turned to look at him as he moaned a little, his eyes still closed and his mouth half-open in mid-moan.

I continued trace my fingers across his body, alternating between my fingertips and my palm. Each time I moved near his nipple, I could sense him tensing a little, hairs on his arms rising, as if in anticipation.

With my other hand, I reached under my silk nightgown, feeling for the parts of me I knew so well. I felt my hand come into contact with my little tuft of hair between my legs, well-trimmed into a triangle pointing towards my most private regions. Parting my legs a little, my hands found the crevice between my legs, a small slit breaking the smooth skin. I probed into the crevice, finding myself moist between my legs. I stifled a moan as I accidentally brushed against my clit. My pussy was still sore from last night, but I was aroused nevertheless.

With my arm upon my boyfriend’s chest, I drifted slowly under the sheets, reaching for the area below his waist. It did not take me long to find what I wanted, a tent already set up using his underwear as a canvas. I laid my hands upon his cock, feeling the warmth of his rod through his underwear. I could feel his blood pulsing through his cock, fuelling his rock hard erection, the same large cock that pierced me just the night before.

I lifted his tent to the side, springing his cock free of his tight briefs. I felt his warm rod of flesh directly, his cock pulsing within my hands. I could barely wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. How on earth did I get this much cock within me last night? I continued to slide my fingers between my pussy lips, taking care not to touch my sensitive clit. That was too much of a sensory overload for me.

I glided my fingers softly all over his cock, feeling his oozing precum between my fingertips as I paused at his cock head. His foreskin has totally drawn back, and the head of his cock was covered in precum. I ducked under the blanket, seeing for myself his large member, pointing directly up at heaven, the same place he sent me last night. The air underneath the blanket smelled strongly of sex, a mixture of the smells of our arousals.

Both my hands were wet, one drenched in my pussy fluids, the other drenched in his precum. With the amount of fluids on both my hands, I could easily glide my fingers across both my pussy and slide my fingers up and down his thick cock. I moved closer to his cock, the smell of his sex turning me on, the tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger. I stopped with my nose right above his cock, smelling the strong smell of his precum.

Sticking out my tongue a little, I contacted the head of his penis, tasting the salty precum. My pussy was aching, ready to take something within me. Ready, I slid my fingers further down my slit, finding the opening of my vagina, well-lubricated for my entry. Easily, I inserted my fingers into my warm privates, feeling the aching lips parting easily for my fingers. I could feel how sensitive I was down there, easily reacting to the simple penetration of my own fingers. I felt the warm velvety flesh envelop my fingers, my fingers bringing me so much pleasure with its gentle strokes.

With my mind half in euphoria, I took his cock head within my mouth, the entire head barely fitting into my lips. With just his head in my mouth, I could already feel his cock filling up all the space my mouth had to offer. I was barely halfway down his cock. Nevertheless, I sucked, tasting more of his sweet nectar upon my tongue, fingering myself gently underneath the sheets.

What my mouth could not cover, I stroked with my free hand, making use of the mix of saliva and precum tricking down his shaft. I sucked his cock with enthusiasm, my mind totally focused on the pleasure doing this gave me. His moans were also audible now, coming from above the bedsheets. I could hear his deep voice moaning in pleasure, his hand weighing down upon my head through the sheets.

I moaned on his cock as I pleasured myself, my voice box sending vibrations down his shaft, inciting more moans from him even as I moaned. I could feel myself drawing near to my release, my vaginal muscles tightening upon my fingers deep within me, my body tensing and preparing for the unimaginable waves of pleasure.

His cock felt good in my mouth, the large meat almost choking me. I started to stroke his shaft faster, hoping that he will come as I do. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt my pussy pulse as waves of orgasm swept over me.

At the same time, I felt the cock within my mouth tense up for a while, before spurting its warm load down into my throat, filling up whatever space I had in my mouth. The taste of his semen filling up my mouth could not have come at a better time. The orgasm felt so good, I almost had trouble keeping myself conscious. Waves after waves of pleasure washed over me, as his cock continued to unload his semen into my mouth. I tried my best to keep it all in, enjoying the taste within my mouth as I came.

Before long, I felt the last waves of my orgasm come to an end, leaving a tingling sensation within my pussy. I emerged from the sheets, greeting my boyfriend with a smile. I opened my mouth, showing him the semen that I kept within my mouth. With one gulp, I swallowed his cum, feeling the warm, sticky fluid sliding down my throat.

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.

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.