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1nottiboy
just wondering. is she really a Miss Koh? I know of a slutty math tutor and she is a Miss Lim.
mine’s a miss koh, yup. you could share your stories of miss lim with us as well
and sorry guys, been busy but i’ll try to post a continuation soon, probably by tonight if possible.
“
Of course you can, but I need to set some ground rules,
” Cheryl insisted. I agreed without any argument, and this arrangement would change my life altogether.
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We were both still stark naked on the bed, cuddling. Cheryl then began to state her ground rules one by one. I was trying really hard to focus on what she had to say but I kept fondling her firm perky tits, playing with her nipples once in a while.
“
Your O levels are just 2 months away, you better be well prepared for it. So rule number 1, you have to complete whatever assignments given to you before I come, or before I cum,
” Cheryl looked very cheeky nearing the end of her sentence. It was something I felt was possible, since I had to do most of my work beforehand considering how much fun we were going to have fucking whenever we meet. I also had to have more discipline to pull my grades up or else Cheryl might be fired before my exams any way.
A few more ground rules were mentioned while I was busy playing with her nipples. Sometimes the tuning would be too sensitive for her that she let out uncontrollable moans while trying to keep a straight face laying out her terms. She occasionally interrupted her own speech with unwitting moans of pleasure, which was just so bloody hot and sexy. My hands just roamed all over her lithe physique except for her coveted pussy, which was given the ‘out of bounds’ by her as she wanted to have a serious discussion regarding her terms and conditions of this
flirtationship
. Any form of contact on her vagina might just distract her too much to think rationally, hence the ban. The feeling of her entire body soon got me hard again and I wanted to fuck Cheryl real bad. I felt like just pinning her down and forcing my cock into that tight pink pussy of hers. I tried letting her know that I needed another round of relieving by rubbing the tip of my dick against her milky thighs and bringing her hand to wrap it around my cock.
Cheryl was soon ending her list of ground rules. “
Lastly, you cannot fall in love with me. We’re just in this temporarily, mutually beneficial, nothing more, nothing less. Ok?
” It all did not sound too harsh and were perfectly acceptable, but I was quietly worried that I might succumb and really fall for her some day. I was after all just a teenager and it was my first meaningful interaction with anyone of the opposite sex; but I could not care less, I just wanted to prolong whatever we had right then and would have agreed to practically anything just to get a taste of my dick in her vagina. “
I’m done, you have any objections?
” Cheryl asked. I replied with a short and sweet “
nope
”, and before she could react, I lifted myself above her and rubbed my dick against her stomach, whispering into her ear, “
I want more babe.
”
I positioned my rock hard tool at the opening of her vagina and tried my luck to enter Cheryl dry. “
Uh uh, nope my dear, just the outside at most,
” Cheryl gave a stern expression which ruined any chance of me getting lucky. Cheryl then reached out to my shaft and placed it in between her pussy lips. I was not allowed to enter but I could rock my penis against her pussy lips. I might not have experienced sex yet but the sensation of just rubbing the length of my dick against her vagina was already crazy good. I then used the tip of my penis to brush violently at her clit, which made Cheryl moan out loud and spread her legs out wider all the way to the sides of my bed. She was almost in splits and seeing her in the spread-eagle position made me think,
holy fuck she’s god damn flexible
. The faster I moved, the louder her moans. Cheryl was feeling increasingly turned on as her legs now began to lift at about my chest level. I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs even further, up to the point they were at around 90 degrees, perpendicular to her lying body. I then pushed her ankles together and locked them to make sure her legs were tightly pressed against each other. I inserted my dick in between her thighs and pumped back and forth, keeping my dick as close to her pussy as possible while thrusting in between her thighs. The perspiration from our previous exertions proved to be quite handy, serving as natural lubricant as I fucked her moist and milky white thighs.
Cheryl was visibly impressed with my improvisation of not getting to fuck her; turning to pleasuring herself by massaging her own breasts with one hand while the other was kept busy twirling around my dickhead whenever she saw it reappear through her thighs while I was thrusting. The feeling of orgasm was approaching in no time due to her skillful hand attending to my dickhead and I blew my second load in quick succession, this time all over Cheryl’s body and breasts. I was utterly spent by then, devoid of strength as I slumped onto my bed, panting profusely. I could hardly muster any energy as I watched Cheryl clean herself up, smiling with satisfaction simultaneously as she came on top of me and said, “
I gotta go soon.
” Cheryl dressed herself up while I could only gather enough momentum to put on my boxers.
At the door before leaving, Cheryl looked into my eyes and gave an adorable pout, “
Pity it ended so soon today huh?
” She then blew a flying kiss after stepping out and said, “
Exams coming, maybe we should have lessons more frequently instead of just once a week.
” She flashed her trademark naughty wink and left, with me watching her disappear down the road, already desperately pining for her return.
more to come…
this latest post aims to delve further into my feelings for Cheryl at that time when i was still very young and maybe not very mature-thinking yet; also doing some character development instead of sex, sex, sex haha, UNLESS, that’s what you readers want
it should help in figuring out how we managed to keep our relationship going
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“
Exams coming, maybe we should have lessons more frequently instead of just once a week.
” She flashed her trademark naughty wink and left, with me watching her disappear down the road, already desperately pining for her return.
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I took Cheryl’s latest words to me as an indication that she also loved our trysts as much as I did. Two days after our last meeting, I arranged for another ‘tuition’ session. Staying true to the ground rules, I diligently completed my math assignments and even did extra practice. In fact, I actually felt that I was doing better after the major alteration of our tuition dynamics. I was lazy, but all I needed was the right type of motivation and boy, did this sort of incentive spur me on to do better in my weakest subject.
Despite Cheryl’s most important ground rule or telling me not to fall for her, it was soon evident that she was all I could think about. I was hopelessly infatuated with my sweet 19-year-old tutor. In the past I might have taken a keen interest in her life, it has become more intense lately and I found myself getting jealous whenever I knew she was out with her university course mates. I never made my jealousy obvious though, I did not want the relationship we were having to end on a whim. Rationally thinking, I knew what I was having with Cheryl would amount to nothing in the future no matter what, but I still could not help obsessing over her.
I secretly hoped that Cheryl would also have at least a modicum of feelings for me, which got me to question about her love life the night before our supposed next lesson. A round of heart-to-heart talk later, it was revealed that Cheryl had broken up earlier that year, when her then-boyfriend cheated on her during a night out in the army (campmates failed to cover for him). That was when she nearly lost faith in men, the fact that some of her university course mates were no better made her promise to herself that she would not get into a relationship with guys in her university. She maintained the notion that guys who were a couple of years older than her were, at that stage, more often than not insensitive dudes; she felt that men that age think they have all of the world beneath their feet and are buoyed by their youth and mentality to always seek the thrill of trying something (or someone) new.
That was when I captivated her, being a fresh-faced discerning youth with a positive demeanour. That was the first time I saw Cheryl as a woman and not objectifying her, which got me feeling guilty for having previously done so. However, she instantly changed her stance by saying something along those lines, “
I’m tired of being the good girl everyone wants me to be. I just wanna have the wrong type of fun with the right type of person and you happen to be the one. Just don’t invest any feelings in me, it’s not worth it.
” She mentioned that she wanted to be in men’s shoes for once and also experience the thrill of trying out something new, someone younger than her. It was made to sound like she was making use of me but I guess that was how a mutually beneficial relationship usually pans out to be, not that I was about to complain either.
We got back to our flirty selves to neutralize the previous emotionally charged conversation. It initially got me to sympathize with Cheryl after her heartrending account of her failed relationship but the fact that she saw our affair as one which was purely reciprocal, restored some sort of parity in associating Cheryl as just a fleeting obsession, not someone I should fall in love with. “
Nobody’s home tomorrow as usual right? What do you want me to wear? I can be anything you want,
” Cheryl’s saccharine voice accompanied by a seductive tone was sufficient to get my thoughts running wild once more.
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D.Keys_SG
Hmm …. guessing what will TS make the tutor wear? … My guess is a overly tight and small school uniform.
WA! makes me wonder if it’s what most guys love haha. i could never turn down a hot girl in a uniform in the past, but now, after blowing a few more candles off a birthday cake (figuratively la), i very much prefer OLs
“
Nobody’s home tomorrow as usual right? What do you want me to wear? I can be anything you want,
” Cheryl’s saccharine voice accompanied by a seductive tone was sufficient to get my thoughts running wild once more.
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As I was a secondary student who had no prior relationships, I had always wanted to experience being with a girl of the same school. Unfortunately, it could not be fulfilled as I was from an all-boys institution. I had to settle for alternatives, so I asked what secondary school Cheryl was from, to which she replied, “
I hope you’re not being serious, I don’t think I can fit in my sec school attire anymore! You know, the chest area?
” Cheryl must have been a late bloomer, considering how well endowed she was, past her secondary school days. If she were to put on her high school uniform, the top of her attire would have been bursting at the seams. I was however, determined to witness how hot she would look in uniform.
“
Which JC were you from? Was it Anderson or ACJC?
” I was unsure even though I was told beforehand.
“
I’m not from AJ silly, ‘The best is yet to be’, remember?
” Cheryl grumbled while referring to her school (ACJC) motto, seemingly unhappy that I was not sensitive enough to pick up the simplest things she said.
“
Ok, then can you be in your AC uniform tomorrow? Oh and wear that pair of fake glasses that you have, I want you to be my bookworm bitch,
” I blurted. What followed was a bout of adorable chuckling as the term “bookworm bitch” amused Cheryl.
“
Tell you what, I’ll wear my school tie too ‘kay? Aiya, I think I’ll just wear Dress No. 2,
” Cheryl said, which referred to dressing in school uniform, tie, black shoes and stockings. Just picturing her in stockings got me quite high; her legs being one of her outstanding features, in addition to the stockings, would definitely be an overkill.
I got carried away and started asking for more. She was like a drug I could not get enough of. Cheryl’s CCA in junior college was volleyball and her position was the
Libero
.
Liberos
are normally the fastest players with the best passing ability. They also do not need to be extremely tall, which explained Cheryl’s diminutive frame at around 1.6m. It was pretty amazing how Cheryl’s legs could look so sexy despite her slight stature, probably because those twin columns looked so slim yet perfectly toned.
Cheryl claimed that she was quite the head-turner in JC, especially during volleyball competitions or practice. It was easy to see why. As the
Libero
, Cheryl had to be decked in a different coloured jersey from the rest of the team, making her even more prominent than her teammates. Being designated in that role for her nimble reflexes, she also had to frequently dive to retrieve opponents’ shots, subjecting herself to the occasional overexposure such as the baring of midriff or the accidental showing of her groin due to her extreme movements on court. She didn’t quite like the idea of attracting lewd, lecherous stares from the basketball team training in tandem. Her confessions got me curious as to how provocative she would look like in her sporty outfit. “
Can you also bring your volleyball training kit along?
” I implored.
“
You’re getting a ‘lil greedy huh, nope cannot, one at a time.
” Cheryl teased before sniggering. “
But since you’re so eager, maybe I’ll throw in a surprise tomorrow, but you cannot ask any questions about it, or deal’s off!
”
It was soon we realized that it was getting late. “
We should sleep soon, E,
” that was Cheryl’s term of endearment, calling me by only the vowel. “
I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, and I know you’re dying to see me you little perv,
” she continued coyly. I was tempted to end the call by saying ‘
I love you
’ but decided against it. I found it really hard to sleep when I was so excited Cheryl was coming over the next day in her school uniform.
This was when my phone buzzed by my bedside. Upon picking up my trusty Nokia 6610i, my phone screen flashed “1 new MMS”. I clicked to open the message with bated breath.
It was indeed Cheryl.
A cropped picture of her in her AC uniform, complete with tie and badge with her last two buttons undone, exposing her belly button, left me literally gasping. There was an underlying caption which read:
tried it out to see if it still fits hahah, and yup it still does!!! teehee, look forward to a surprise E (; goodnight and wet dreams :b
If this was a prelude of what was going to happen tomorrow, I struggle to think if I could last long enough to pleasure Cheryl. I headed to the toilet and masturbated to that picture of her before going back to bed. The wanking helped in getting me more relaxed and my eyelids got heavier and heavier, to the point where I drifted off to sleep.
don’t go away… stay tuned
The wanking helped in getting me more relaxed and my eyelids got heavier and heavier, to the point where I drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up the next morning with impetus, knowing that one of my fantasies were about to be realized today. It was a Saturday, and I was home alone once again, with both my parents working and my younger brother brought over to my grandmother’s place to allow me to study at home without interruptions. My appointment with Cheryl was at 11am, I had around an hour to kill, so I was picturing the several possible scenarios that could possibly unfold later and how I should react to each situation. Despite the intense excitement of welcoming schoolgirl Cheryl in less than 60 minutes, it was a pretty nerve-racking wait as I was afraid I would freeze when it came to the crunch. I was after all the younger of the two of us, and I would very much like to impress Cheryl with the best I could come up with. The onus was on me to keep this thing going and not bore her out with my naivety.
At about 10:30, Cheryl was already at my doorstep. Separated by the grills of my gate, there stood a petite girl with bewitching allure. Her beguiling smile got me dumbfounded. “
Ahem, are you gonna let me in?
” I was snapped out my daze, not the first time Cheryl had done it on me before. I hurriedly unlocked the gate and let my desirable tutor in.
“
Sorry, sorry, had to come early. I didn’t want to wait till the bus got more crowded. Felt quite unsafe like that,
” Cheryl chattered away. I did not get what she meant by ‘unsafe’, because she looked mighty fine in the school outfit. I reveled in her appearance. Exactly like the picture I received the night before, the real image was right before me. The sight of Cheryl in her full ACJC uniform was all the aphrodisiac anyone needed to regain his sexual desire.
Instead of her usual ponytail or the casual letting down of her hair, Cheryl was sporting a yellow hair band today. It gave off this innocent, chaste, virginal aura which made me all the more want to defile this pristine-looking young woman. The impression was further emphasized by her wearing a school uniform; a tight white shirt and delightful short dark-blue skirt which was slightly faded in colour. Her beige stockings were of the same tone as her complexion, and she was wearing white plimsoll shoes. Every bit of the uniform brought out the nubile quality in her; except for the school tie which roused a more sophisticated and mature look. Despite the tie going against the general virtuous look, the overall image presented was still perfect in my eyes.
“
You look better in person,
” juxtaposing her current outlook with the picture I got the night before. I leaned forward and gave Cheryl a tight hug, feeling her firm breasts against my chest. It felt so good seeing her again as I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pulling her even more closely to me. I lightly smooched her neck and took a whiff of body lotion on her skin. We then kissed passionately as we gradually backed into my house, locked in an embrace all the while. Cheryl’s minty breath was a turn on for me as our tongues twisted and turned fervently amidst the orgasmic oral exchange. I shut the door with the help of my foot due to my preoccupied hands caressing her body curves. This episode of brief canoodling was already sufficient to instigate an erection for me. I positioned Cheryl’s hand on my shorts where my semi hard-on was and signalled her to do some faint rubbing.
“
You wanna know what the surprise is?
” Cheryl questioned. I was too caught up by her presence to even remember she had a surprise for me. I nodded with enthusiasm.
It all became clear what she meant by saying she felt unsafe taking public transport in a crowded bus when Cheryl licked my earlobe and whispered, “
I’m wearing completely nothing underneath the skirt.
”
It all became clear what she meant by saying she felt unsafe taking public transport in a crowded bus when Cheryl licked my earlobe and whispered, “
I’m wearing completely nothing underneath the skirt.
”
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“
Fuckshit, you serious?
” I normally held back using vulgarities but that bombshell dropped by Cheryl was too shocking that I included an expletive.
“
Why, don’t believe ah? Wanna check?
” Cheryl tempted me while using the tip of her tie to tickle my neck.
I could not help but flash a lecherous grin, while Cheryl corresponded with a lustful smirk. Glancing at her little skirt, the length of which was at least two palms’ size above her knees, Cheryl’s creamy thighs were exposed relatively indecently, only barely masked by her skin-coloured stockings. I nonchalantly reached for the base of her skirt and hooked it up gently. I was enjoying the self-imposed suspense as more and more of her thighs were revealed to the part where her stockings could no longer cover anymore of her legs. I took one deep breath and braced myself as I unveiled Cheryl’s crotch by hiking her skirt up to the maximum. I let out an uncontainable sigh, “
Wow, this is hot,
” as I savoured the image.
Bounded by those fair and smooth thighs, Cheryl’s hairless pussy greeted me.
What a titillating sight that was
. Her pussy lips were full but not fat, leaving a thin slit right in between those tight vagina lips of hers, with just a minor hint of flaps completing the picture of perfection. What turned me on the most was the clean-shaven pussy, completely waxed and stripped of any hair. I knew I had to put a finger in it, thus stretching my arm downwards to massage her clit mildly. A spontaneous moan followed, a sign that Cheryl was getting warmed up. I rested my entire middle finger right in the middle of her pussy lips and brushed in quick succession, making a point not to insert anything into her vagina yet. Cheryl returned the favour with more pleasurable moans as she cuddled me with affection.
Sensing the mood getting increasingly intense, I invaded her vagina and hooked haltingly within her pussy walls. The moment I stuck my finger inside of her, she gasped and grabbed my shoulders forcefully, flinching in the process. The warm and moist surroundings inside of her was immensely stimulating. The wetness in her cunt allowed for the slick mobility of my finger. I was brazenly fingering Cheryl in the living room, committing the carnal sin right in front of my hanging family portraits and our religious altar.
I was ready for more. I freed my finger that was dripping with her love juice for her to suck on sensuously. Without letting her know, I carried Cheryl and used the fireman’s lift on her. Her petite physique made it extra easy for me to hoist her onto my shoulder, to the extent that it felt effortless. Cheryl exclaimed with excitement by the sudden movement and playfully hit my back while pleading, “
Let me down! Let me.. Ow!
” I smacked her butt and grabbed at her butt cheek, stopping Cheryl’s sentence midway. “
Now let’s head to my chamber and keep you safe, Princess Peach,
” I roared triumphantly, alluding to the Super Mario game character; something that made me feel stupid the moment it left my mouth as I sounded like a cheesy nerd with those weird one-liners. Cheryl, on the other hand, was frequently impressed with my witty comments, and would even sporadically initiate a repartee whenever she was in the mood.
With Cheryl comfortably perched on my shoulder, we retreated to my room just steps away from the living room. Before cautiously placing Cheryl on my bed, I flung her skirt up once more and jiggled her bum, her rotund butt cheeks shaking gleefully every time they were slapped together. There Cheryl was now, lying on her back looking ever so inviting; her legs crossed but it was a scant attempt that barely shielded much of her modesty. Her lips were pursed firmly to a pout, seemingly awaiting my next course of action. I instinctively buried my head into her chest and inhaled deeply. The fragrance from the mixture of Cheryl’s body lotion and perfume was intoxicating, she smelled absolutely awesome. I then experimented and attempted to motorboat Cheryl with her fitting white shirt still on. She twitched hyper-sensitively and pushed my head away from her tits, erupting in giggles saying, “
Stop it E, it’s super ticklish!
”
Loosening the noose of her tie and removing it from her neck, Cheryl seamlessly latched the tie onto my head and pulled me toward her face and declared, “
I think it’s time for our lesson proper, baby.
”
once again, a big thank you to all the following readers and new supporters alike! it’s great encouragement receiving points and positive comments
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Loosening the noose of her tie and removing it from her neck, Cheryl seamlessly latched the tie onto my head and pulled me toward her face and declared, “
I think it’s time for our lesson proper, baby.
”
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It was especially kinky and hot that Cheryl utilized the tie in such a slutty manner. I gazed fondly into her hazel eyes, while she glanced downwards at her shirt, with her boobs threatening to burst out of her constrictive clothing. It was a tacit approval for me to unbutton her shirt in order to release her twin peaks. Not one to procrastinate on such a moment, I teasingly went for the lowest button instead and worked my way up. Cheryl’s lovely soft skin at her abdomen was uncovered upon undoing the bottom two buttons. By the time the third button was peeled, a saucy peek of her ivory-hued bra was made visible. I thought that it was cute of her to go safe in the colour of her bra, yet decide to go commando down under; it was risqué, not to mention risky as well but it was possibly her way of counterbalancing her gutsy move with a conservative choice of colour.
Cheryl’s shirt was parted after all buttons were removed, exhibiting her pale lingerie that was clasped around her bustline, bringing her perky, full breasts to attention. Cheryl was by all means a slim girl, but with such an anatomy, she still had curves in all the right areas. It was not my first time witnessing Cheryl in this state of undress, yet I could still not get used to the image. I certainly would never get tired of seeing her stark naked though. I delayed no longer and advanced to seizing her breasts with both hands, concurrently grabbing her bra cups and squeezing them together. Cheryl kept her hands busy as well by stroking my penis and massaging my balls over my shorts. I placed my hand under Cheryl for her to curve her back concavely and went on to unclip her bra with greater fluency this time, not like a seasoned pro yet but I was getting there.
Watching her proportionately shaped bosoms fall smoothly to the sides of her body was a sight to behold. I cupped her boobs to bring them together once more, kissed and licked wildly like a savaged beast gone out of control. I was awfully hungry for Cheryl and wanted to taste all of her. Her constant fondling of my sack continually piqued my arousal to the point when I grabbed hold of her and turned her around to get her on all fours. I could not be bothered to remove her skirt anymore with me on the cusp of lust; I merely hiked her skirt up and stuck my face in between her legs. The faint scent of Vaseline moisturizer was noticeable within such close proximity of her bare skin. Slow and sensual licks of her labia followed. The taste and smell of Cheryl’s pussy was notably divinely ambrosial. Her subdued moans permeated my room in response to my wavering tongue activity in the region of her loins. Her genuine moans were always a source of titillation, the fact that she was trying hard hold back on her moaning made it all the more erotic and pleasing to the ears.
I went on from holding on to her calves to raising my arms, groping her dangling tits with measurable vigour, all this while not leaving her wet pussy unattended. Cheryl was progressively getting immersed in the foreplay and her moaning was becoming more and more frenzied. It was clear she was horny now as her nipples were erect like my dick, and her previously steady posture was presently slumped, with fists clenched ever so tightly, as she succumbed to my fervent slurping of her swell labia. I was resolved in getting Cheryl to experience enhanced sensations, so I stuck a finger right into her vagina, my mouth never shirking its role too. It was wet and lubricated, a sign that I could advance further in the probing of her lovehole. My second finger joined in the exploration. The spreading of her vagina walls induced a muted squeal, a probable indication of pain-pleasure. With two fingers now firmly inside of her, I started jabbing with greater frequency to the reaction of louder moans and the grabbing of my sheets. The combination of my finger movement and tongue action got Cheryl pleading for more in the confines of my bedroom. Her moans were by now so loud that it enveloped the room.
“
Ahh… ahh… More E, more. I’m cumming soon baby,
” Cheryl could hardly organize her train of thoughts nor string her sentences properly while being fingered zealously. She soon let out a piercing shriek. Pussy juice was dripping down my forearm as my thumb rubbed her clitoris, my fingers still robustly jabbing in and out of her vagina. Cheryl’s body was jerking and she finally gave in and collapsed sideways on my bed in a fetal position. I knew Cheryl came. My hand was tired from the strenuous probing and I lay next to her and placed my arm over her chest, cuddling her and jiggling her left breast at the same time.
“
Wanna taste yourself?
” I proposed.
“
Don’t want la, I shy,
” Cheryl replied.
After some urging, she surrendered and sucked on my fingers like a girl sucking on a popsicle on a hot day. Instantly, I went forward to French kiss her. “
You taste awesome, Cheryl,
” I commented. Her cunt juice was actually tasteless and odourless, I could only taste her minty breath while kissing her, but I thought I should just copy what I watched from porn and compliment Cheryl on her pussy nectar.
She sported a ravishing smile before turning around to peck me on the cheek. She then wrapped her leg around my back and attempted to drag me closer to her. “
Rest a while first, we’re not finished yet. In the meantime you can do anything to me,
” Cheryl mentioned flirtatiously.
"
In the meantime you can do anything to me,
” Cheryl mentioned flirtatiously.
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I was given free rein to Cheryl’s entire body. As tempting as it might sound, all I wanted for that fleeting moment was to feel Cheryl’s warm body right against mine. I proceeded to strip myself bare and lay next to her, who was still curled up sideways in the similar fetal position. I was naked while Cheryl was still in her stockings and skirt. I lifted her skirt to reveal that phat (Pretty Hot And Tempting) ass of hers and propped my hard-on in the crease of her butt cheeks, while I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close to mine. I rested my chin on her shoulder and tenderly kissed her neck while luxuriating in her sweet scent – the heavenly amalgamation of perfume, body lotion and perspiration.
With every touch of her soft skin, I was getting hornier as I had not had my release. My dick was throbbing in between her buttocks, anticipating further action soon. Cheryl seemed to have recovered from her previous exertions and was getting pumped up again. Sensing her readiness, I climbed back on top of her and kissed her arms all the way down to her waist and then her thighs. I pushed her flat on her back to witness her boobs fall back to place at the sides once again. Going straight for her pink erect nipples, Cheryl let out melodious moans once more which was music to my ears. I suckled hard and tried to nibble a little on her nipple, but was dealt with a smack on my head.
”
Pain okay!!
” Cheryl yelped, pursing her lips to a cute pout. “
Rip my stockings off, E,
” she pleaded, seemingly uncomfortable with the restrictive cloth around her sexy long legs.
Maybe she won’t be that averse to the idea of rape role-play
, I thought to myself, considering the fact that she wanted me to tear her stockings off her. It would be a dream come true if I could get to “rape” Cheryl one day,
it would just be so hot
. I picked the opening at the top of her stockings, put my hands in, clenched my fists, and let rip on that thin translucent piece of fabric. The echo of the rupturing accompanied by her barely audible whine was particularly pleasing as I shredded the delicate fabric with my fingers while Cheryl looked on with excitement. I threw whatever loose pieces of the torn cloth in the air like confetti, until I managed to tear off every bit of her stockings. Her legs were now shorn of any garment, the way that I liked. I caressed her legs from her feet up to her crotch. I paid special attention to her inner thighs, one of Cheryl’s sensitive spots which I loved to tease by sensually brushing my fingers all over that region. It was easy to tell when and where Cheryl was enjoying my touch as she would arch her back ever so slightly whenever she revelled in my petting; something that she did when I massaged her inner thighs.
“
Blow me hard Cheryl baby,
” I said as I spread my knees across her chest and placed my marginally flaccid penis near her mouth. Just like an obedient schoolgirl, Cheryl raised her head and gulped my penis down in the whole. Her magical tongue managed to resuscitate my soft dick and transformed it into a raging beast in the comfort of her mouth. She soon struggled to cope with the expansion and was on the verge of choking, and had to re-position herself by lifting herself up higher. Cheryl elevated her head with the support of her elbows now raising her back to a more appropriate spot and continued slurping on my rock hard tool. It was becoming a trademark of hers, not using any hands at all in giving a blowjob.
She must have done it many times before to do it with such proficiency
, I self-speculated.
“
I don’t know if it feels good, I seldom do this so I don’t really know how,
” Cheryl claimed apologetically. It was as if she could read my thoughts as she made it a point to mention of her “lack of skills” the moment I was reflecting on her blowjob artistry.
“
You kidding? It feels bloody damn good,
” I bellowed. I mean, the sight of my dick in complete erection was enough proof of her
fellatio
finesse. The only drawback was maybe her lack of deepthroat.
Just when I thought so, Cheryl was like a psychic who could sense my cognitive activity. She began to move her head deep into my penis to absorb the girth and length of it. The sensation was utterly indescribable. I could feel the tip of my dick inserted into a narrow passageway down her epiglottis. The wrapping of her throat on my dickhead felt so good I pushed her head deeper. Cheryl was observing me enjoying the deepthroat action with puppy-dog eyes. I grabbed her head by the hair, pulled it to allow her some breathing room before pushing it back for her to gorge on my penis in continuous swift motions. The gagging sounds produced by Cheryl was even more so a turn on when she did that while looking at me with that innocent demeanor of hers.
I could feel myself on the verge of explosion and decided to stop before I came in her mouth. Cheryl threw her head back down on the pillow visibly fatigued, with tears welling in her eyes from the choking and gagging. She did not look sad despite the tears, in fact she was smiling, which gave me a sense of relief.
I reached over to my bedside drawer and took out the pack of unused condoms I bought a few days back. I was finally going to have the opportunity to fuck Cheryl. While unboxing the condoms, Cheryl made use of the time to teabag me, sucking my balls and licking them while they were snugly in her mouth.
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While unboxing the condoms, Cheryl made use of the time to teabag me, sucking my balls and licking them while they were snugly in her mouth.
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It was not easy concentrating when Cheryl was happily licking and sucking on my balls. I managed to unbox it and took out a packet of condom.
“
Here, let me. I’m scared you’ll spoil it while tearing,
” Cheryl said as she took the condom from my hand. With one swipe, she skilfully tore the wrapping without compromising the integrity of the condom in it. She signalled me to lie down as she got up from the bed. I got myself comfortable and surprisingly, Cheryl and I were in each other’s position previously. Now Cheryl was knelt over my chest while I lay on the bed at her mercy.
She slipped the condom on with relative ease due to my erection, with only the girth providing some resistance. I was now adequately equipped to enter Cheryl’s vagina. As she was about to unbuckle her skirt, I told her to keep it on. I wanted to fuck her with her only wearing the skirt, I did not know why but I just found it extra kinky with her wearing the skirt instead of being fully naked.
I was admiring her perfect tits being at their perky best as she positioned herself. All of a sudden I felt a grip on my dick followed by the most sensual of moans from Cheryl. It was a long, laboured yet lustful moan. I glanced downwards and saw my penis disappear into Cheryl’s clean-shaven pussy. She was now straddling me and rocking her body with zest. God it felt good. I had lost my virginity to my sweet 19-year-old tutor. Cheryl was fucking me cowboy style, dictating her own rhythm and intensity. She was enjoying herself as her head was tilted backwards every time she lowers herself to swallow my penis with her pussy lips. She was going slow and steady, letting out soft moans in the process.
However, I was not feeling much of a thrill with Cheryl casually grinding me. I was looking for faster thrusts with more forceful penetration. I took hold of Cheryl’s waist and held her still, she was stationary in her squatting position wondering what to expect. I was the one who was going to control the rhythm and intensity now. It was going to be a test of my abs and fitness, as I lifted my buttocks and back onto the bed in swift succession to penetrate her pussy walls as deep as I could. Cheryl was beginning to feel the strain and pain as her moans grew louder with every whack of her crotch with mine. The slapping of our groins sounded erotic together with Cheryl’s lusty, emphatic moans that filled the enclosed room.
I was getting tired pumping incessantly, but the look of Cheryl induced in the state of orgasm was too enticing. I wanted her to continue enjoying the moment. With every additional thrust, I could tell Cheryl was closer to cumming as her legs were growing weaker maintaining the squatting pose. It was not long later Cheryl’s legs gave way and collapsed in a heap all over me. Both of us were perspiring profusely after such an intense workout. I felt I needed to take a break. Cheryl was also struggling to catch her breath. I just let her lie on top of me while the two of us took a breather.
I loved the feeling of her breasts leaning against my chest. Those soft lumps felt extremely comfortable. We continued kissing passionately as I slipped my dick slowly into her vagina once more and left it tucked cozily inside of her.
“
Baby I’m ready to fuck you again,
” I whispered.