Disclaimer:
This story is inspired by the Sweet Guy manga - look it up if u haven’t (NSFW tho), but modified in the local context; Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Tom
His name was Tom. He was a first year in University, having come fresh out of National Service. The best word that could describe him was “Average”. He had average looks, an average build and was of an average height – basically he got the short end of the stick when his parents’ genes were creating him. There was one thing about him that wasn’t average though, which we will explore later; since he himself wasn’t aware of it yet. Tom was a virgin, though with his extensive collection and “research” of pornographic material, he was quite experienced in sex despite not having tried it before.
Understandably for a young, hot blooded male, the first year in University made for exciting times, since it was a non-uniformed environment filled with plenty of eye candies – and the fashion standard of late involved “Too Short”/ “Too Low”/ “Too Little”. Though it wasn’t his first time in a mixed gender environment (he was from JC after all), he hadn’t had much experience with girls – he had a few female friends but mostly of the “Hi-Bye” variety, since he himself was quite shy as well.
It was a blistering hot day, and Tom was feeling the heat. He decided to camp out in the school library, as it had the coldest air-conditioning of all the buildings on campus. He quickly walked the short distance (unsheltered and in the open sun) to the library, eagerly anticipating the cool blast of air-conditioning. He was so focused on getting out of the sun that he failed to watch where he was going and crashed into someone.
Books and notes fluttered all over the place, accompanied with a loud “OUCH”. He looked up to see it was Cheryl, one of the prettiest Year Ones, famous around the cohort for her looks and extremely sexy dress sense. Today she was no different, she was dressed in a pair of denim hot pants, which showed a generous amount of her silky, long, toned legs. She had a small T-shirt on (if you could even call it a t-shirt, it was cut in such a way that it bared her midriff and displayed a tantalizing view of her firm B Cup cleavage.), and her long straight (dyed) brown hair was untied, its tresses in a slight mess from the collision.
Tom was staring at her pretty, well proportioned face with slightly pouty lips when the shock on her face turned to instant anger, turning the pretty face into one which had anger written all over it. She still looked hot when she was angry though, Tom thought.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going, idiot! Now my stuff is all over the floor!” she said, her voice laced with strong irritation.
Tom snapped out of his near-trance and apologized profusely, bending down to help her pick up her books and notes. As the both of them were struggling to snatch up all the loose papers before they flew off, their arms came into contact with each other. Both recoiled in horror, both from the unintentional contact, but mainly because of his sweaty skin (from the heat) coming into sticky contact with hers.
*PIAK* The sound of the slap seemed extremely loud considering it was in the open. “DISGUSTING!” she literally spat as she grabbed her things that were in his hands and stomped off into the library. Tom was left standing there with a red cheek and in total embarrassment – he looked around quickly and was relieved to find that there weren’t any witnesses to the incident.
Fearful of earning more of her wrath in the library he decided to head back to the dorms for a shower. He cursed his misfortune, whatever chances he might have had to get on Cheryl’s good side (well, a man will always dream) were now ruined forever. DISGUSTING – the word hung in his mind, repeating itself over and over in his head and ripping his ego to shreds. As the cold shower washed over him, it washed off his sweat, but was unable to wash off the humiliation he just faced. He crashed into bed after the shower and tried to sleep it off.
Chapter 2 - Shockwaves
The next day, the weather was equally bad, the sun enthusiastically casting its rays down, smothering everyone in its oppressive heat. Desperate for any form of relief, Tom was at a nearby supermarket, searching for a cooling device of some sort. Unable to find any, he resigned himself to looking for some “free air-conditioning” again when an elderly gentleman beckoned him over.
He had the typical “Coffeeshop Uncle” look, and he seemed to know what Tom was looking for. He opened a bag by his side and showed it to Tom.
“Young Man, I think you want one of these” he said slowly but deliberately. Tom felt he had a somewhat Sage-like aura about him, as if his mind was being read and dissected, seeking to understand him.
Tom was presented with a bag full of portable fans – the battery powered kind; Tom found it strange that the very thing he was looking for couldn’t be found in the supermarket but instead with this strange old man.
He took his wallet out to pay the old man, but was refused. “No no no need, it’s a gift to you” the old man intoned, pressing one into his hand then turning to leave. As Tom left, he thought he heard the old man mutter “have fun..” He turned around but only saw the retreating figure of the old man, shuffling off into the distance. He shook his head, weirded out by the almost surreal experience as he flicked the switch on the fan, finally finding some relief from the heat as the little device whirled at blew cool air at his face.
Later that afternoon he lay on the bed, the device in front of his face – it was so hot that even in the dorm’s (dismal) air conditioning the fan was necessary. Suddenly, there was a loud click as the fan suddenly stopped working. Perplexed at the sudden stoppage of wind, Tom fiddled with the switch. A strong wave of electricity (too much to come from a mere 2 AA batteries) jolted through his body, shocking him. Panicking at the sudden shock, he threw the fan across the room, making a loud clatter as it fell to the floor, the thin plastic breaking into pieces.
Tom sat up panting from the sudden shock. What the fuck just happened? How could a dinky little battery powered fan shock him so? These questions ran through his mind when the image of the old man suddenly popped into his head. What was that he said? “Have fun”? He jumped out of the bed with determination and grabbed the broken fan, tossing it into a bag before rushing out, thinking to find the old man.
He was nowhere to be found. Tom searched for several hours before finally giving up at 11pm – disappointed that he could not find the old man whom he thought was trying to kill him by giving him a defective product. Little did he know he would soon understand the meaning of the cryptic “have fun” message.
The next morning, he was on the university’s shuttle bus when a familiar figure boarded. It was Cheryl. It was business as usual for her today – she was wearing a slinky white low cut spaghetti top and a black flared miniskirt. Her red bra was clearly visible through the white top, which caused every male head in the bus to slightly turn their heads to admire the view. Tom tried desperately to hide himself, remembering the previous incident, but the bus was full and he had no room to maneuver. She looked up from her phone and saw him – her face immediately turning sour on recognition, but she was also unable to do anything about the crowded bus and had no choice but to stand next to him.
Tom looked away, unable to bear her disgusted look. Some of the other guys saw this and wondered what had he done to incur her wrath – others just plain didn’t bother and just checked her out discreetly; Cheryl was infamous for having a haughty attitude, which kept most guys at a distance. It was an awkward 20minutes of silence – Tom was sweating (from the heat but mostly from feeling her cold stare at the back of his head) Keeping his distance from her was all but impossible – she was so close to him he could smell her perfume, which was mixed with her girlie scent as she too was sweating in the heat, giving her skin a kinky sheen and making her top more and more translucent (to the delight of all the leering eyes).
Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, screeching to a halt to avoid a taxi that suddenly stopped in front. This caused all the standing passengers to lose their balance, and Cheryl fell straight onto Tom’s chest. Her face turned to shock, but when she realized she had fallen onto Tom, their bodies melding together for a brief moment, her expression was turning back to disgust. Tom saw this too and was anticipating the painful slap when he saw something unexpected. Cheryl’s expression was not one of disgust, but for a brief glorious moment, he thought he saw pleasure. As fast as it came, it evaporated instantly, but was replaced with surprise and confusion.
She got off him, actually muttering “Sorry” under her breath as the bus reached the next stop and she hurriedly got off, leaving Tom once again rooted to the spot, but bewildered by his second experience with Cheryl. Why had her face turned to pleasure (it was incredibly sexy by the way) for that brief moment? I thought she was disgusted by contact with me? And she actually said sorry (THE Cheryl actually apologized to him)? Tom was lost in his thoughts as the bus reached his stop and he got off, so deep in thought that he actually forgot where he was going for a moment. He shook his head to clear his mind and went on his way.
Chapter 3 - Close Contact
A few days later, he was on the MRT, travelling back to school when a familiar sexy figure entered the cabin. If her normal dressing was sexy, today’s outfit was smoking hot. It was a red one piece dress that was bareback, showing off her smooth flawless skin. It had rather well placed holes which showed off her slim waist and showed off her firm Bs. If her normal look made him excited, this look was threatening to make him drool. Then he suddenly remembered what happened in the shuttle bus, which snapped him back to reality.
She looked up at him and actually turned her head away shyly in recognition. This set off Tom’s confusion once more, as he wondered what the hell had happened previously. The train pulled into an interchange station then, and a large crowd of people moved into the train, forcing them to move closer to one another till they were in roughly the same position as on the shuttle bus. Her lightly scented perfume filled his nose, but he could also detect her strong girlie scent mixed into it. He tried his best to act nonchalant as he pretended to stare at his phone, desperate for the journey to end.
The train suddenly screeched to a halt, throwing everyone off balance. Tom watched in horror as his reflex caused him to stretch his hands out, and before he could stop it, his hands connected with the bare skin on her back. As the train was so crowded he could not immediately retreat – and time seemed to stop for him then. The feeling of her smooth bare skin was out of this world (his first time having this level of contact with a female); and the train was so tightly packed the air conditioning was struggling to keep up, making everyone start to sweat. A kinky feeling washed over him as the skin on skin contact was “enhanced” with a slightly sticky feeling.
The effect on Cheryl, however, was even bigger, and unexpected. He thought he could feel the faintest of shivers run through her body at his touch. She did not immediately push him away or slap him as expected, instead, she seemed to inch even closer to him, her scent dominating his senses. He could not see her face but from the side, he thought he could see her blush below her makeup. As the crowd shifted again their contact disconnected – and despite the noise in the crowded train cabin, he could hear the softest of sighs come from her mouth.
Tom quickly brought his hands back to his sides, trying to pretend that nothing happened as he cringed inwardly, expecting the worst. But nothing happened. The next few stops seemed to fly by as the both of them squirmed uncomfortably in the awkward air between them. Their stop finally arrived and they both got off quickly, Tom’s larger stride enabling him to get a headstart as he walked off without looking back, unwilling to meet her gaze.
He had just reached the outside of his dorm when he heard a pattering of footsteps behind him. A pair of soft hands grabbed one of his hands from behind, making him turn – and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. Cheryl was looking extremely flustered, she had a glazed look in her eyes and her face and exposed skin was covered in sweat droplets (no doubt from trying to keep up with him). She couldn’t be any hotter, he thought, as he shot her a questioning look. “Yes?” he managed to blurt.
He was given a very rare treat of seeing Cheryl in a vulnerable state – the normally haughty, bitchy countenance was gone, as was the sarcastic tone in her voice whenever she spoke to guys. “You…..I…..ah….” she stammered shyly, struggling to find the words. She frowned slightly and shook her head to clear it, then managed to regain her composure momentarily “quick, bring me inside…someone will see” Tom was only too happy to obliged, hearing the words from Cheryl that every guy on campus would have killed to hear.
Once safely in the privacy of his room (his roommate had dropped out of his course so he had the room all to himself), he sat a remarkably docile Cheryl on his bed and went to pour her a glass of water, which she accepted with shaky hands. She downed the drink in one go, but her shaky hands meant that some of it actually spilled onto her – soaking her dress and wetting her exposed cleavage; which made her look even hotter. She didn’t seem to notice or care about being wet though.
“What’s wrong with you….” Tom said, unable to hold back his thoughts any longer.
“I don’t know…” she stammered, “but….your touch…suddenly feels good…”
“What?! I don’t understand…the first time you slapped me and called me disgusting…then now…” Tom was slightly irked.
She silenced him by stretching her hand towards him. “Touch…me…a…gain…” she stammered nervously, her cheeks now blushing up very obviously.
Chapter 4 - Going for the Kill
Left with not much choice (and what a choice it was), he complied, nervously grasping her wrist gently. This time, the purposeful, direct contact had the biggest effect yet. She actually closed her eyes and whimpered, which sent a rush of blood down to Tom’s nether region. Cheryl’s mouth opened slightly and a soft gasp escaped, the sensual sound hanging in the air, tantalizing Tom’s senses. Her breathing became more heavy and her chest was starting to heave, her exposed, wet cleavage making for an incredibly sexy sight.
Tom let go of her hand in shock, which caused her eyes to open yet again. They were completely glazed over now, and she looked at him sultrily, biting her lip in an almost pleading look.
“S..s..ssee…it feels….so….gooooddd” she intoned huskily. “What…the fuck…did…you do…to me….”
“I…I…don’t know either…..there was this fan and i…” Tom was suddenly cut off as she leaned in, flung her hands around his neck and started to kiss him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Tom was unprepared for the sensual assault as he sat there stunned momentarily, but after some prodding and insistence from Cheryl he threw all caution to the wind and went for it, kissing her back. Instinctively, his hands moved to touch her lithe body – the first contact made her moan sexily into his mouth, which emboldened him and made his touches more focused and purposeful. When his hands found her exposed back, the pleasure was enough for her to disengage and moan loudly.
“Oh my god…don’t stop…keep touching me” she said in between moans, which removed all traces of hesitation from Tom as his hands began to roam her body.
He found that he had the biggest effect on her when it was skin on skin contact – touching her clothed areas had a much lesser effect. As if reading his mind, Cheryl reached back to unzip her dress, letting the shoulders fall off to reveal her braless boobs, which in Tom’s mind were absolutely glorious. They weren’t big, but they were very nicely shaped and firm, her nipples were rock hard from the stimulation. She moaned even louder when he grabbed her boobs and squeezed, thrusting her chest out at him and raking her hands down his back.
Tom silently blessed his extensive experience with porn – he would be at a loss of what to do if he didn’t have it. He was still confused as to how he had turned this haughty bitch into a slutty sex kitten, but that didn’t matter now. She was here, willing, and ripe for the taking. Without prompting from her, he dived and took a boob in his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue and suckling on it like a breastfeeding baby, which immediately pushed her over the edge. Her whole body stiffened, and she arched her back and screamed, the sudden stimulation bringing forth an immediate orgasm.
Tom was mesmerized by this – his first time seeing a real female orgasm, and one that was caused by him! He paused briefly and watched as she shuddered and shook, her eyes rolling upwards in pleasure and her hands gripping his arms tightly. When she came down from her orgasm, she looked at him with such a strong CFM look that he almost creamed his pants there and then.
“Oh my god Tom….what was that….it was so…” she could barely finish her sentence when he decided to take full control, diving down and flipping up her skirt to reveal a racy, lacy black g-string. He hooked his thumbs around the strings and pulled it straight off, going straight for his target.
“it was so go….” was as far as she could go before his mouth connected with her cleanly shaven pussy and his tongue started to lick. The sudden direct stimulation of her pussy brought forth yet another orgasm, and this was even bigger than the previous one as she dug her nails into his hair and screamed with pleasure. His hours of porn experience paid off, as he knew exactly what to do, licking and sucking on her clit, and shoving his tongue inside and licking back, getting her gspot. This time, she came so hard she actually squirted, spraying his face as she came. He didn’t stop though, the thought of being able to attain the unattainable turned him on greatly that he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way.
As he continued to lick her through her orgasm, another one hit right before it ended, the overstimulation made her body shudder so much it was almost as if she was having a fit. Tom continued to lick her through 5 consecutive orgasms before his jaw got too tired to continue as he sat back, his face dripping with her girly juices.
Cheryl was over the moon – never in her life had she experienced so much pleasure before. She was by no means a virgin, having lost it to her ex-boyfriend in JC – but their sex was average in comparison. They had broken up after she caught him cheating with a fellow classmate (which explained her bitchy haughty attitude towards guys). There was just something about Tom right now that she couldn’t understand yet couldn’t get enough of. Whenever his bare skin touched hers it was like a magical electric feeling that reverberated throughout her entire body. His oral skills were fantastic as well, her previous boyfriend never did go down on her, much less make her cum 5 times consecutively.
After coming down from the high of the last orgasm, she looked down at him lovingly, her glazed eyes locking with his gaze as she gave him the sexiest CFM look she could muster, beckoning him back up. As he sat back up, she removed his shirt and made quick work of his pants as well, leaving him clad in only his boxers, a very obvious tent showing. She placed a hand on the bulge as she kissed him, slowly rubbing on his painfully hard erection. She frowned slightly, the touching with no skin contact proved to be less exciting, but was easily solved when she grabbed his boxers and pulled them off. She could feel it from the outside, but revealing it confirmed her suspicions – it was HUGE! Tom might be one of the most average guys out there, but his cock was humongous; long and thick, and it was as hard as a rock, almost as if it could hiss at her like some perverse one eyed snake. She wondered how it would feel like inside her…
Wrapping her small hand around his giant cock confirmed that only skin on skin contact gave her that amazing feeling, and she indulged in this, rubbing her hand up and down his shaft and making him groan into their permanently locked lips. It was now her turn. She pushed him to a sitting position at the side of the bed and stood up in front of him, letting her cum/sweat soaked dress fall to the floor, revealing her naked, perfectly shaped body (which she was very proud of by the way) to him. She giggled when she saw him gawk, then took a leaf out of his book and squatted down suddenly with no warning, taking in his huge cock in her small mouth in one swift motion.
Tom watched as she struggled to wrap her lips around his huge cock. It took her several attempts but she managed to take it all in, filling her mouth and making her cheeks puff out (that’s how big he was). He groaned when she started to flick her tongue (something her ex-bf taught her), licking around the head and up and down his shaft, making soft moans as she did so. As she bobbed up and down on him, that electric feeling was filing her mouth, driving her crazy and making her suck him more enthusiastically.
The sight of the sexy hot babe that everyone wanted sucking his cock enthusiastically was bringing Tom close to the limit – but when he tried to stop her she made a sound and glared at him, she was enjoying the electric feeling too much to stop.
“I’m gonna cum” he warned, which merely prompted her to go even faster and harder. Seeing as how he had no choice in the matter, he let himself go, closing his eyes and leaning back as the familiar rush came from his balls to the tip of his shaft, exploding outwards like a firecracker. If the raw skin contact was electrifying, his internal fluid had an even greater impact. When the first glob of cum hit the back of her throat, it felt like someone just lit firecrackers in her mouth – and as the spurts continued to fill her mouth, her pleasure sensor went to 11 and she came hard – just from sucking him off!
When Cheryl’s orgasm hit, her mouth clamped down even harder on his rod, milking him even harder as his cum filled her mouth so much that it was starting to drip out and down her chin – making for an extremely sexy sight. Tom was amazed, he had never heard of a girl cumming when sucking a guy’s cock, she wasn’t even touching herself. He watched as she literally vibrated in orgasm, emitting a high pitch squeal (muffled by his cock in her mouth). Some of the excess cum had dripped onto her body as well, and his cock twitched when she kinkily used her hands to smear it all over herself.
As they sat panting from their exertion, Cheryl was still feeling weird all over. Tom’s touch lit her on fire whenever there was contact, but his fluids, which were all over her body, in her mouth and even in her throat were on a different level. The pleasurable electrical sensation was very concentrated and intense, till the point where it felt like a constant buzzing wherever it touched. Though never in her wildest dreams of worst moments of madness would she choose an average guy like him (she knew what assets she had and had matched her expectations and standards accordingly), she found herself wanting more of him, his magic touch and his oh so humongous cock. She licked her lips as she imagined what it would feel like to have that monster inside her, of what potential pleasures it could give her.
Tom meanwhile was still feeling slightly lost in disbelief. There was Cheryl, right in front of him, naked and with his cum smeared all over her and dripping down her chin. He had previously resigned himself to the fact that he would never have a girl like her, but yet there she was, still looking at him with a sultry, sexy look. The erotic sight kept him rock hard despite having just cum, and she noticed this, her eyes widening slightly, amazed at his staying power.
He took the initiative to lean forward and rested his hands on her still shaky shoulders – she did not resist and when his hands touched her she let out an audible sigh. Then it suddenly hit him. The strange appearance of the old man, the portable fan which impossibly shocked him with more electricity than could be contained in a battery and the old man’s parting words of “have fun”. Could it be that the old man had given him some sort of power? It started to make sense as Cheryl had only started to change her demeanor after he touched her. He decided to test it out further and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her sweaty cum stained body.
Sure enough, the increased skin contact made her react more again as she moaned into his ear – he wasn’t even doing anything, just hugging her. Tom found that wherever he ran his fingers over seem to illicit a reaction from her – so touch was a key factor. He also further discovered that his internal fluid (in this case sweat and cum) had an even greater effect on her, especially when his fingers unintentionally spread it while roaming her body.
He did not have much time to ponder further though, as his sensual exploration caused something within her to snap as she suddenly flung her arms around his neck and started kissing him hungrily for all she was worth. Tom felt his cock twitch when her shapely body pressed against his, and she must have felt it too, as she snaked a hand down to grasp his member and started to stroke it while pressing herself eagerly against him.
Consumed by the heat of the moment, the horn monster within Tom took over, and he carried her up and laid her on her back, making her squeal in excitement at being manhandled. As he positioned himself above her, she looked at him with an almost pleading look, biting her bottom lip and beckoning him down with just her eyes. He paused to take in the extremely erotic sight – her naked form lay before him, sticky from sweat and cum, and her perfectly shaped body was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breath. Cheryl spread her legs and rubbed her clit.
“I want….you inside….now Tommyyyy…now” she panted huskily, her CFM look making his cock throb in excitement on hearing the words every guy on campus wanted to hear from Cheryl.
He positioned his cock at her pussy entrance, the contact making her squirm in excitement as her hand moved to help him with the entry. He pushed in slowly, making her gasp as his huge cock slowly spread her pussy lips and started to push its way in, rubbing on her clit and past her gspot on the way in. She was really tight, especially with his size, but Tom persevered and soon he was all the way in. He could feel her muscles rippling and squeezing, trying to get used to his size. Cheryl meanwhile had rolled her eyes back in pleasure, her mouth open in a very big but silent O as her senses tried (and failed) to deal with the overwhelming sensation.
She suddenly stiffened and came – letting out a very long sensual moan as her body shuddered and vibrated, too overstimulated both from his size, and from the extremely intense electric feeling from the raw skin contact. Tom felt her pussy clamp down even harder as it literally pulsated, threatening to squeeze his next load out even before he started moving. He held on, not wanting it to end so soon as he watched her entire body shake from the impact of the powerful orgasm.
One good thing about her cumming was that it made her very wet, reducing the friction somewhat, but as he slowly drew back out, the stimulation of his cock rubbing along her inside made her cum again, this time, hard enough that she squirted. He felt the gush of liquid spray against him, the additional liquid now making her pussy so slick that his huge cock could now slide effortlessly in and out, enabling Tom to pick up the pace, which he did with gusto.
As Tom began to fuck her faster and faster, Cheryl’s moans increased both in pitch and volume the harder and faster he went. She was now completely lost to her lust – her eyes were rolled back and her hips were thrusting back at him in sync with his pumping. The excitement of seeing this smoking hot babe thrashing and writhing under him removed all restraint and hesitation from Tom, as he increased his pace till he was pounding her hard and fast like a pile driver. He watched as she began having a series of powerful orgasms, each one coming straight after the next, sometimes even in the middle of the previous, which caused her to emit all kinds of erotic squeals and moans each time her body shook with orgasm.
After 15 minutes of non-stop pounding, he felt himself getting close. Cheryl by now was reduced to a hot panting mess, unable to do anything but cling on to him for dear life, their sweaty, slick bodies melding together as the room was filled with the sounds of her moaning and flesh slapping on flesh.
“I’m gonna cum…” he warned.
“OH! UH! INSIDE ME!! AHHH AHH OHH TOMMMYYY! I WANT!! OH IT OH UH INSIDE!” she moaned in a barely coherent manner.
Green light given, Tom pulled out all the stops and gave it his all, giving her a series of high powered thrusts as he felt the familiar rush from his balls. Cheryl squealed with excitement as she felt his cock twitch inside her, and she bit her lips in anticipation as she dug her nails desperately into his back.
If his cum in her mouth felt like firecrackers, his cum gushing into her pussy felt like a series of unbelievably pleasurable explosions. As Tom slammed his cock all the way into her for the last time, it gave her the biggest orgasm yet. Her brain was turned to mush from the overstimulation, and every inch of her began to shudder and shake from the intensity of the huge orgasm.
Tom’s orgasm was so powerful his cum was shooting out with (what it felt like) the force of a shotgun. She felt every spurt hit the back of her pussy and the electric sensation excited her beyond measure making her squeal every time he spurted. She never ever wanted this feeling to end as she wrapped her entire body against his as they shook and panted together in their respective orgasms.
After cumming in her for what seemed like ages, Tom slumped back onto the bed, finally spent, and was treated to the sight of his copious cum seeping out of her well fucked pussy, which was still twitching and spasming from the overstimulation. He was given yet another treat when Cheryl recovered enough to look at him seductively while dipping a hand down to spread his cum all over her pussy, occasionally bringing up a sticky glob or two to put into her mouth. She never thought that a man’s cum could feel or taste so good all over her, and despite her exhaustion and overstimulation his bodily fluids were still giving her that magical unexplainable feeling which had led to this in the first place.
She beckoned him over and they fell asleep in each other’s arms, Cheryl snuggling her body into his, enjoying his touch while still having many mini orgasms as her body came down from its sexual peak.
Chapter 5 - The Awakening
It was dark outside when Cheryl woke several hours later, her body still entwined with Tom’s in a hot sticky mess. They had went at it 3 more times after the first, with each round being more intense than the previous, and Tom had shot so much cum into her pussy that even now, it was still oozing out and dripping down her well fucked hole, sending pleasurable waves of energy wherever it flowed.
Her entire body ached from the hours of almost non stop exertion, but the satisfied smile which would remain a nearly permanent fixture on her face told the rest of the story. Cheryl snuggled deeper into Tom despite the sticky mixture of sweat and cum which glistened off their bodies - even now (to her utter bewilderment), the pleasurable jolts of electricity still emanated from wherever their skin or bodily fluids were in contact, and she felt like she never wanted to let him go.
She had lost count of how many times she had cummed, her brain had given up since the first creampie, overloaded from the pleasure so intense she felt she could die. All her haughtiness and bitterness brought about by her previous relationship was long gone - she was now addicted to Tom and the overwhelming pleasure she got from him.
It would take another hour before either of them was willing to separate and wash up. They ordered dinner to be delivered in - Cheryl was unwilling to leave his side and to Tom’s delight she remained snuggled up to him the whole time.
It would take a phone call from her concerned roommate at 1am before she was willing to get up and go, not before a full on make out session to milk as much of that electric feeling she got from his touch before she left with a big satisfied, almost comical grin on her face.
As Tom laid on the bed reliving the sexual marathon in his head, he found himself wanting more, and not just from Cheryl…
Chapter 6 - Racing Thoughts
Tom awoke the next morning with a dull ache reverberating throughout his body. He was just wondering if he was falling sick when upon looking down saw his cum-stained sheets the memory of the previous day came flooding back to him. The distinct smell of raw sex and Cheryl’s scent hung in the air, bringing a smile to his face.
THE Cheryl huh, he wondered how many guys had failed to get into her pants and what tricks they might have pulled in their likely futile attempts. All it took for him was an old man with a fan and a jerky MRT ride… Tom shook his head to clear his thoughts as he got up and set about stripping the bedsheets to be washed.
A flashing WhatsApp alert caught his eye. It was Cheryl. “You…that was beyond amazing. Can’t wait for next time.” He smiled as he mulled over what to reply her, but decided to keep her in suspense. He had bigger plans now to worry about with his newfound power.
As he watched his bedsheets tumble around in the washing machine, Tom’s mind was turning as fast as the final spin cycle. A slight doubt appeared in his mind, was this a one off? Or was he just lucky? Impossible, his mind shrugged it off - there was no way an average guy like him could’ve attracted a girl like Cheryl. He licked his lips when the image of her smoking hot body and sounds of her wanton cries filled his mind yet again. He decided that he didnt need to think so much now. What he did know, was that he needed to test his powers again. On someone else. Just to be sure…
Chapter 7
So now he had a goal, but Tom was still Tom. Despite his encounter with Cheryl, he was still inexperienced with girls (after all she had literally thrown herself at him) and had no idea how to set about achieving his goal. It was a weekend and he headed back home to spend his weekend as usual.
As he was inserting his key into the door, a similar jingle of keys caught his attention. He turned his head to see it was his next door neighbour. His breath caught as he realised it was the neighbour’s daughter. She was hot - dressed in a one piece body hugging spaghetti top dress, which accentuated her sexy curves and flawless skin. Her long straight hair flowed down her back, and the relatively short skirt revealed legs that were longer and more shapely than even Cheryl.
He wondered why he never saw her before then suddenly remembered hearing she was away overseas for study - she must have come back and boy had she grown into a masterpiece of perfection. She suddenly turned, catching his gaze. Tom’s mouth went dry and he barely managed a weak smile which she returned briefly before disappearing into her unit. Cursing his shyness, he entered his flat, still slightly mesmerised by the sight. He shook his head to clear his thoughts before going for a shower, feeling all hot and bothered from seeing his hot neighbour…