Pre-lunch activity

The paper was finally over. I stepped out of the hall amidst the crowd with some friends behind confirming their plans for the evening. I never had a liking for crowds or loud places.

While I followed the bend towards the stairs, I felt two firm taps on my shoulders in rapid succession.

“Hey. Did you read my message?” It was Cheryl. “Don’t forget, okay?” that cheeky smile complimented by the wonderful round eyes she had, clutching only her pencil case with both hands behind her while gently rocked her chest from side to side playfully. Hard to imagine that there was a carnal intention behind all that.

I hastily dug out my phone and looked. Yes, I didn’t read the message because I didn’t feel it coming in. Honestly, it slipped my mind a little. Yes, I forgot about sex, because priorities – especially with national level examinations.

“Yeah, later at your place. Just let me drop these off and grab some other things.”

To be clear, her parents were conveniently overseas on a mission trip. She never told me until two days after our little excursion around the school at night last week, and the video she had me record for her still wasn’t with me yet.

Having showered and changed into something more comfortable, I ticked off a mental checklist in my head before making my way over to Cheryl’s place. Coincidentally, she stayed not too far from me. We never went to school together because her father would send her in the mornings. When her parents’d left for the mission, it turns out she took one bus later than me for the journey. As I approached her unit from the elevator, she sent a message that the door was unlocked and I was free to enter because she was busy with preparing a simple lunch.

She was carrying two plates of what I presume is pasta through the corridor of her place when I opened the main door to let myself in. Dressed in an oversized baby blue shirt with her hair tied up, and I don’t know what else because the shirt may be hiding a pair of FBT shorts below.

Neither of us addressed her statement “if it’s me.’ from last week, that’s been left hanging for what seems to be forever. Now that the exams are done with, it seemed like an opportune time to address that. I hesitated on bringing this up, as this might ruin the chance of fucking Cheryl again.

I trailed behind her starting at the hem of the bottom half of the shirt, trying to catch a glimpse of what was below while it fluttered with each stride.

“Stop staring.” Cheryl giggled. I shot up and saw that she caught me with the reflection of a relatively large glass cabinet opposite us.

I settled on the leather sofa in the living room as Cheryl set the food down on the coffee table before going towards the television to switch it on. The place was well lit with the windows wide open despite the net curtain limiting the amount of light coming in. As she came back, I grabbed her hand before she could pick up the food and pulled her towards me on to the sofa and tapped on my thigh twice. She knew what I was signalling and she obediently sat herself on my legs facing me with her thighs wide open and her hands around my neck.

A hard-on was coming on as I imagined in my head what her svelte body would look like in an afternoon setting. Feeling that the back rest might be uncomfortable for us in this position, I shuffled myself forward slightly to leave a gap. Cheryl smiled as she felt my bulge against her, she reacted by slowly moving her hips up and down as my hands followed the curve of her butt. There I found nothing but the naked touch of her skin beneath her shirt.

We kissed while she paused her humping and she let her hands find my shorts as she tried to pull it down. I helped her by breaking our kiss to lean against the back rest to lift myself up slightly to lower my pants. In doing so, I saw that she was already wet, leaving a damp patch on my shorts where she was humping. When we were ready to resume, Cheryl left no time for foreplay. She pressed me against the sofa with her left hand and grabbed my member with the other. I took a peek under her shirt as she was rubbing the tip against the lips of her wet vagina.

No bra. Maybe she was just comfortable being at home like this. I found my hands on her hips again, staring down her shirt at the full, beautiful breasts that hanged from her. Her eyes were closed, biting her lips as if she were enjoying the moment, to savour the feeling of having a cock enter her a second time. She finally made her decision and held my cock upright, and I felt the warmth and tightness of her vagina slowly enveloping it.

I stared at her face as she lowered herself gently. There’s something sensual about a girl’s face when she has a cock inserted into her, that momentary relief and satisfaction, where nothing else mattered except to relish every inch that slides into her.

Her moans were more restrained than before. Presumably weary from being too loud. Cheryl was thoroughly enjoying this. The way she took control when she had the cock comfortably inside her when she smiled and put both hands on my shoulders, eyes still closed as she moved her hips around slowly as if she was finding the perfect angle.

At the end, she remained at a pattern where she arched her back, back and forth, and matched it with a rhythm she liked. I couldn’t complain. I was enjoying the moment, feeling her tighten her vagina every once in a while, getting wetter with every passing cycle.

My focus on her broke when her phone rang right next to us. We both turned to look, but she never broke her rhythm. It was Amanda. I looked at Cheryl, she saw the look on my face and tried to stop me as I grabbed her phone the call, placed it by her ear. She stopped moving her hips but I didn’t let her as I started to force my hips upwards while flicking her nipples over the shirt. There’s something more inexplicably satisfying with playing with a girl’s nipples over her cotton shirt.

Cheryl tried to contain her moans and breathed heavily instead, “Hello? Amanda, now’s not a good time.”

“Are you okay? You don’t sound alright. I just wanted to ask if you’re going with the rest tonight. Mike’s confirmed that he can get us in.” Cheryl could make out a faint sound that was regularly repeating in the background where Amanda was speaking from. Something wet that was slithering shortly followed by a dud.

“Yes, I’m fine. Hold on.” she slapped my hand and gestured me to stop, on the contrary I moved my legs to lift her up a little to fuck her faster and she let out a loud, satisfied moan.

“Amanda I’ll call you lat-” she dropped her phone down onto the side and leaned herself forward. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

It was difficult to keep thrusting into her at that angle and position, I motioned her to stop and change our positions to something more comfortable where she could lie down. She stood up and saw that her cum was frothing on my shaft from the fucking.

She stood in front of the sofa and bent over slightly revealing her rear to me as she lifted the bottom of her shirt up slightly to her lower back so I could get a good view. I opened my legs slightly to lower my cock to a corresponding height then watched her vagina lips swallow it as I slid in easily. When I slid past the g-spot, Cheryl hissed a little while arching her back and tightened her pussy again.

The sight of her bare ass was out of this world. Firm to the touch, perfectly shaped. Exceptionally pleasing to the eyes even on it’s own. I couldn’t resist squeezing it shortly after putting my hands on them while gently fucking her over the sofa.

“Hold still.” I complied, when she somehow squeezed those words out in between her moans.

“Don’t move, alright?” she didn’t accord me the time to answer when she started to rock herself slowly back and forth.

Her moans were intoxicating, coupled with the pulsating grip around the tip of my cock. Cheryl was no longer intent on having my rod deep into her. Instead, she cycled between roughly around the halfway mark. At each moment where she reached the trough of her cycle, her moans were long and deep. I looked down between the hands I left on her butt, and saw the thick white cum that Cheryl left with every incredibly smooth feeling push.

“Hey, do me a favour. Start fucking me, increase the pace okay? But don’t do short strokes, go long – the full length. I think I can cum like this.”

Cheryl was sure of this. She’d already gotten wetter with a stronger grip than usual. I slid my hands lower to the sides of her hips to get a slightly better grip and did as she said. There was difficulty in giving her the fast, long strokes that she wanted but Cheryl wasn’t complaining. She was euphoric from the fucking when she started to let go on the restraint she exercised on her moans, letting them become audible long drawn moans of satisfaction.

Her butt tensed up and I heard the sound of her gripping tightly onto the leather before she dropped towards her left onto the sofa mid-stroke, unable to control her muscles while she spasmed as I watched her have her orgasm.

Still standing over her “Are….you going to do something about this?” I waved to my cock when she recovered from her climax.

“Of course. What would I be if I left you like this?” she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked the length of the shaft before she licked around the tip.

With her seated, her eyes were bigger when she looked upwards into my eyes while working her soft lips on my member, and it was sensual to have this exclusive view of her in the afternoon light. I could feel the strong pointed tip of her tongue, moving along the underside of my cock as she enveloped it into her mouth wholly.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I just wanted to manhandle her. I placed both hands by the side of her head to hold it still and thrust my hips towards her face. She was visibly shocked the first few thrusts and seemed to enjoy it through her muffled moans. Her eyes gave the clearest sign that she was relishing in being used like this and created a comfortable vacuum with her mouth.

Approaching my climax, I released my grip on her head and groaned out. Cheryl understood this and retook control by gripped the base of my cock while gently caressing my balls as I unloaded into her, never breaking her gaze throughout the whole time.

She coughed and my cum spilled out the side of her mouth as she gestured to the box of tissue on the coffee table.

“You’re eating fruits for a week before I give you another blowjob.” she declared as she let out the cum out onto the tissue she palmed between her hands.


School Stress

It was self-study night and we were allowed back on the school compound for group studies if we so chose.

Cheryl and I planned to study in our usual group that evening, especially with the national exams coming up soon. There wasn’t much time to be spent looking for seats in a fast food restaurant or waiting around aimlessly in the neighbourhood library where every other student from every other school would be vying for the same. Therein laid our greatest incentives to study in school.

Readily accessibility to tutors and friends who were subject experts on the myriad of topics we had to prepare for. We couldn’t be more sold on the idea.

When we had made the decision to study as such the night before, I would have never expected Cheryl to do anything else but study. A straight A’s student, school counsellor, team captain for the school’s swim team, and the one who pretty much organises her cell group’s activities, who would be as straight as her? Who would imagine her to be anything else but?

I couldn’t help but notice the subtle difference in the way her blouse sat on her shoulders, when we met for our usual breakfast routine in school before heading for the day’s assembly to kickstart the day. I couldn’t tell what exactly.

We didn’t have this routine in the beginning. It started out when we were in this year when we were supposed to prepare for our exams, where it somehow seemed that she’d both spontaneously decided to meet earlier in school for breakfast after an incident where she came earlier by chance to see me have my breakfast alone. About a week into the routine then, I realised that by seating myself at a particular corner, she’d seat herself next to me on my right to face the field as we’d have our morning coffee. I had reasons for doing this, one would be to have something other than crowds of students to look, save for the other ladies, the other would be to sneak a daily early peek at her bra between the gaps the placket offered. Sometimes though, I’d be forced to miss the peeking at the peaks because it’d be too risky, or that we’d have another friend joining us that morning, or that I wasn’t lucky enough to catch a glimpse because the placket didn’t simply buckle the other way.

As more time went by, it became a habit that she’d be on the right side of me as if it became part of our routine, breakfast or not. Lo and behold, I also slowly became more acquainted at the time of brassieres she wore – nothing ever too exciting and the occasional sports bra. Not that I never enjoyed the variety, but I loved how some times of the month where her breasts will swell a little and give the view a little more shape than usual. It’d always been wonderful to leave it to the imagination as to what was truly below.

This morning was that one day where I wasn’t lucky because the placket didn’t let me have it my way. I was distracted in a way. I tried to spy for the tell tale signs of the bra straps the moment she turned her back to me, needless to say that didn’t help much. Throughout the rest of the day I couldn’t figure it out nor could I see anything meaningful. However Cheryl was visibly different today. Not just from appearances, but also her behaviour. She was fidgeting a lot throughout the day, crossing her legs repeatedly, leaning forward on her arm tucked under chest against the desk and darting her eyes across the classroom as if she was looking out for something, distracted and unfocused. Even while we had to change our location, she’d hug her textbooks in front of her. This only piqued my curiosity further.

There wasn’t any real way for me to approach the subject. A school friend asking why the female friend had been out of sorts for the whole day – out of the blue.

An hour into our studious activities, I decided to take a short break to digest a few chapters of European History and made my way to the toilet. As usual, Cheryl was seated to my right and I noticed that she looked up at me as I got myself out of the long benches of the canteen and walked along the tables towards the direction the toilet was at. Feeling the buzz of my phone as I turned the corner, I read a message for Cheryl to wait for her at the stairs near the toilet as she wanted to use the toilet as well, but heard that the ground floor toilet was choked thus hoping that I could accompany her to the toilets on the upper floors.

I could understand her hesitation to venture alone as the school wasn’t lit save for the school canteen and the corridors leading to the nearest toilet and the staff room. What puzzled me was that she’d rather ask me for my company than to get Amanda to accompany her instead.

Wiping my hands against the back of my pants as I came out, I found Cheryl leaning with her hands behind her lower back, leaning against the wall smiling cheekily as I approached her. She spun eagerly towards the stairs and walked in front of me. Except for the ambient lights coming from the EXIT signs at the stairwells and whatever dim residual light coming from the HDB flats towering outside the school, it was dark. I couldn’t make out anything in the dark except for the whites of her shoes and her fluttering skirt as we made our way up. I took this opportunity to stare at her butt, swaying as she walked up the stairs – I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to cop a feel. Lost in her bosom, I didn’t notice Cheryl turning her head slightly as we turned around the stairs, neither did I notice that we’d already past the second floor and were reaching the third.

She stopped us under the EXIT sign and turned around. Then I realised the height difference between us when she tip-toed up closing the physical distance between us, her breathing down my neck as she looked up into my eyes as I squinted under the pale bluish green light of the overhead EXIT sign buzzing away.

“I know you’ve been looking, in the past months since we started having breakfast together.” Cheryl whispered, never breaking her stare as if she was determined to find some semblance of guilt and shame in my eyes.

I was in denial that she might know. “Could you be a little bit more specific? I don’t quite know where this is coming from.”

“You know, some times it’s black, skin tone, if not blue. Amongst other colours.” This gave it away. She knew what I’d been doing, and she smiled when she realised I was stunned.

“Lately, I’ve been finding out ways to de-stress. Exercising’s too much effort, swimming doesn’t cut it any more. I spoke with Amanda about this. She told me that..she masturbates to relieve the pressure. She showed me once, and what in the world have I been missing out on.” Cheryl whispered into my ear and all I could focus on was the intoxicating fragrance of her hair and the exceedingly disturbing confession I heard from her.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by her confession. Cheryl never came across as the type who would experiment. I was still trying to come to terms with her words when I instinctively put my hands on her waist and pulled her in to kiss her. When we broke the kiss then it dawned on me how she looked, bright round eyes, a smile that brightened up the world, and the cutest dimples you’d find. Absolutely the most innocent looking catholic in a ponytail you can find in a school uniform. Definitely a far cry from Amanda.

“Come, the Counsellor’s room is unlocked.” leading me towards the corner where the said room was located.

I’ve long wondered what gorgeous bodies the unflattering school uniforms had underneath. Cheryl’s was kind of an open secret given that she’s on the swim team, so I had an idea of what it might look like bare. But tonight I was going to find out. Just when she grasped the door handle while holding my hand in the other, she snapped towards me.

“I’ve been really, really horny today. I’ve just recently discovered porn and orgasms. Now, I’ve had nothing but images of cocks and fucking in my head for the whole day. All I’ve been really wondering about is how a cock feels at all. This isn’t the way I imagined I’d be losing my virginity, but if it’s you.”

I reached out for the door handle, placed my hand on hers, gently turning the handle to let ourselves in quietly locking the door behind us. We ignored the fact that turning on the air-con then would turn on the the external unit on the first floor, as we made our way by the window where the leather sofa sat beneath. Finally being able to be completely frank with her, “What’re you wearing for your bra today? I couldn’t see it.” as we sat down by the sofa having left our footwear and socks by the door.

She placed her arms on my shoulders, wrapping them behind my neck and looked me wryly in the eyes, “I was hoping you’d ask this today. Why don’t you take a look?”

With trepidation, I unbuttoned her blouse and found myself staring at the skin tone strapless bra  as I pushed her blouse to her sides while she quickly withdrew her arms to shyly cover her chest.

“Don’t just stare.”

I understood then gently laid her on her back, kissing her softly and released her ponytail. It was her virgin experience and it wasn’t appropriate to rush, but I’d been having fantasies of fucking Cheryl for the longest time. Oh – what plans I had for her, but the reality of the situation demanded something else. A slow, tantalizing experience for Cheryl to take away before I may have her in the manner I preferred.

I sat myself up, to see her back to covering her breasts as she looked towards the middle of the room. The confidence she had from earlier had all but gone away. In order for me to start playing with her nipples, I had to gently pry open her arms then and undo her bra – conveniently the one she wore was clipped at the front. Cheryl was very turned on by the situation at this point, as I pulled apart her bra to reveal her breasts in the full glory they deserved, I paused for a moment to commit the view to memory.

Cheryl – school team swim lead, arguably one of the smartest students in the school, counsellor, and probably one of the more coveted girls; lying there on a sofa with the top spread wide open with  pair of perfect B cup breasts, gently lit by whatever grey ambient light that crept in from the urban jungle.

Her moderately sized nipples appeared black under the lighting and didn’t do justice to what they really were. I eagerly placed my palms around on each of her breasts, feeling the firmness of it as I gently applied pressure through my fingers as if squeezing a balloon. Her eyes were closed and her face was clearly showing anxiety. Strangely, Cheryl wasn’t moaning yet and ironically, haven’t met my raging hard on either.

I then proceeded to pay attention to her nipples. While shifting my weight, Cheryl seemed to understand my intention and widened the gap between her legs slightly, allowing me to put my weight on my left knee as I placed it against her groin. In doing so, I felt something cold just above my knee – she was soaking through her panties. This only got wetter, but warmer when I twirled her right nipple between my fingers and licked the other with my tongue, gradually sucking it while flicking the nipple. She gave her approval and endorsement of her virgin experience of a guy giving physical carnal attention to her breasts by grabbing the back of my neck and moving her hips against my leg repeatedly, though her moans were still repressed.

Finally having enough of her breasts, I left her breasts to unbutton my shirt while she stared at the bulge in my pants.

“It’s not the first time I’ve noticed that. For the past two months, I’ve been coming in the mornings wondering what was under it. Sometimes, I’d deliberately let you sneak at peak under my shirt and see that grow in size a little.” Cheryl sat herself up and pulled her bra from behind, leaving it hanging from the backrest of the seat then turned her focus to my pants.

She placed her hand over the zip as if to gauge the size it, then lowered the zip and undid the button at the top and slowly lowered the flap while pulling down my pants on one side. After I’d thrown my shirt on the table I lowered the other side of the pants she neglected as I saw her still staring down at my crotch. While she stared at my underwear, I stroked her hair to silently hint to her that it’s the the way forward.

You could tell she wasn’t all that experienced. But all that went away when she pulled down my underwear and wrapped her cold fingers around the shaft, her eyes opened wider as if she struck gold. She kicked her hair back and looked back up at me with those eyes in wonderment, smiling as she gripped my cock and stroked it. I could barely make out her dimples in the darkness of it all, not the mention that the sight of her face against the contrasting backdrop of her moving her hands along my cock and her bare breasts hanging loosely not too far below – she definitely wouldn’t let me take a video or even a picture of this scandalous, yet most memorable moment.

Evidently, she was more comfortable now. I gestured her to lay back on the sofa while I dropped my pants onto the floor and lifted her legs into the air to remove her soaked through panties and threw that onto the table next to my shirt. I didn’t bother to take a look at her pussy to take advantage of the moment as she spread her legs, lifting her skirt up onto her flat tummy, and placed my cock in front of her vagina.

Cheryl was unbelievably wet there was obviously no need for foreplay. The realisation didn’t come until I rubbed my the tip along the length of her vagina in an attempt to spread her fluids out before I inserted into her. There was no visible resistance from her except for her concerned expression that reminded me to be gentle with her. When I placed my cock slightly inside of her vagina, she winced out slightly in pain. At that point, I found myself instinctively moving myself forward over her, assuming the missionary position to kiss her while I inched my way slowly into her.

Tight, warm and very wet. Fucking Cheryl was different from the others. There was no compulsion to just fuck her, unlike when it came to fucking Amanda. Instead, greater pleasure was derived from giving her long, slow strokes into her. Her deep breathing and the restrained moans from both pain and pleasure was a great incentive to fuck her harder and faster, but I wanted to savour the moment of taking Cheryl’s virginity away from her.

“It’s painful, but keep going.” Cheryl managed to say this much between the moans after I broke the kiss.

I could feel her getting wetter down below, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the blood that came from the hymen. It wasn’t just feeling her wetness any longer, I could hear it. Each stroke came with the satisfying sound of her moan and the audible slip of my cock thrusting in and out of her. After, she unexpectedly took the initiative and hooked her ankles behind me and gyrated her hips upwards, increasing the tempo slightly, tightening her vagina each time she moved herself up.

Her moans became increasingly laboured but she no longer held back as it resounded across the small room we were in. She then paused for a short moment when she released the unlocked her ankles behind me and dropped herself onto the sofa, shuddering in pleasure as she gripped my back while my unspent cock slipped out.

Standing up while she was still lost in her orgasm, I heard the dull vibration of my phone come on from my pants lying on the floor. Retrieving my phone, I saw Amanda’s name flash across the screen with the green telephone icon to pick up her call.

“Are you two lovebirds done with the toilet yet? You’ve been gone for what. 20, 25 minutes? Isn’t that enough?” Amanda knew exactly what was going on. She probably had a part in this.

Looking at Cheryl still lying there spent, eyes closed and with her uniform crumpled. Admiring her beautiful body lined with layer of sweat reflecting the little light that barely lit the room, “I don’t think it will ever be enough. But we’ll come down after she finishes me.” I hung up the phone and went back to Cheryl.

Her face was filled with a peaceful serenity. She looked satisfied. Taking a picture was too tempting, but the flash would give it away. I decided against it and placed the phone on the armrest of the sofa.

I lifted up her hand and guided it to my still hard cock. She reacted by kneeling on the sofa and removing whatever clothes she had left on her.

“That’s going to leave a stain.” she gestured to the damp patch of her skirt as she started stroking me. Clearly, she was intent on having me finish on her breasts. Then she paused for a moment.

“Wait.” She reached into the pocket of her skirt and removed her phone. After a few quick taps and turning on the torchlight on the phone, she handed it to me. “Take a video of you cumming on me. I want to keep it.”

She was audacious. I’ll give her that, but that also meant I lost the golden opportunity to take other videos.

The phone sounded off a tone signifying that the recording started, I raised the phone higher to capture her face looking up into me as she squinted her eyes against the light and worked on my shaft. What I didn’t expect her to do was to lower her face to my slightly bloodied cock then cover the tip with her mouth, sucking it as she continued to stroke the rest of my rod, looking back up into the camera with her large eyes. That was the sexiest sight of the night and sealed it. She swiftly raised herself back up just before I released my load unto her breasts and continued to look into my eyes. I wasn’t sure if she was a virgin before all this any more with all the mixed signals.

“Was it good? I remembered that from a video Amanda showed me.”

“It was sexy as hell, and it was awesome.” a smile spread across her face as the phone continued the recording. “Okay, time for us to go. We still have studying to do. You good now?”

“Yes. And since our last paper is next Friday, I was wondering if you’d be free in the afternoon? I’ve no interest in going out to town with the rest. There’ll be no one at my place either.”

“Only if you give me the video we just took.”

She pondered this over for a while I handed her some wet wipes I found lying around. “Find out if I’ll give it to you when you’re over at my place.” There’s just no way this girl was letting up, and I’m not going to complain.



Don’t mind the titles. I just have no idea what to put here.

Sarah was tied down to a chair, as if she were a prisoner, robbed of whatever dignity she had left and her sight with a blind fold. Left to be shivering on a cold wooden chair, save for the cushioned seats, in an equally cold room, not knowing what would happen next. She was anxious. Not being able to see was one thing, but only being able to hear and leaving everything to the mind to discern what was actually going on – that’s something else. What was supposed to be a staycation with her boyfriend became something else.

In the past week, she kept badgering him on wanting to be surprised. He said that it would come soon, during the staycation.

Sarah always had a large sexual appetite. Not to say that her boyfriend was incompetent or incapable. In her own little way, she’d make him feel adequate. Yet, he would know that she wasn’t entirely satisfied, always wanted something a little bit more. So after enough badgering, he had an idea. He knew a friend he could trust, but this friend of his was taken aback when he gave this proposal. It took a little convincing, especially to keep all this under wraps after the event.

When she heard the magnetic card slide into lock, unlocking the door with a distinct muffled click followed by the shuffling of a pair of shoes, no, two pairs of shoes against the carpet floor. All she could hear after was a heavy bag being dropped and her boyfriend walking towards her as he gave instructions to someone to take a quick shower and go over. No longer being able to hear anything distinctly with the sound of the shower running in the background, she was startled when her boyfriend cupped her cheek and kissed her as she was left immobilised.

Jack rose to position his erect member next to Sarah’s head, and moved her head towards the side. Sarah anticipated this for a while, to possibly have to give a blowjob. No words were exchanged between them ever since Jack returned with a stranger, and now she was just sucking him off. She knew now that obviously that she was in for a threesome, but she didn’t know who the stranger was – not even the gender.

She had no semblance of control over the situation – her head was locked by Jack’s hand and bobbed back and forth the length of his cock, while her breast was being caressed by his other hand. Sarah snapped back into focus from enjoying the the pleasures of the moment when she heard the shower stop and the door open. She was no longer anxious – she was excited by the prospect of finally having a threesome, simply wondering of the third wheel was another cock for her to ride or a lesbian partner. Either way, it was one more item to be struck out from her bucket list.

The stranger smiled at Jack when the sight of a helpless Sarah with a cock in her mouth came into view and proceeded to the bed to set up a strap as planned. The strap was to go under the bed with the two ends of the strap ending up top side, so that Sarah would later have her hands tied towards the sides of the bed leaving her hands out of the way of her breasts and mouth. That day was going to be about Sarah being pleasured throughout.

Giving up on trying to figure out who the stranger was, she decided to obediently continue sucking Jack off as she felt Jack’s member get harder while he started to thrust into her mouth instead. Unable to see, she could focus on feeling the veins on his cock in greater detail, pulsating harder, the taste of his pre-cum stronger as she swirled her tongue around his cock in between the thrusts. Jack started to increase the pace of his thrusts while reducing the depths, Sarah prepared herself for Jack to cum into his mouth and held her breath – awaiting for Jack’s groan and hot semen to spill out.

He did, and pushed Sarah’s head further down his cock as she jerked slightly in reflex.

Just as well, the stranger was done setting up the strap and approached Jack to tap him on the shoulder.

Not giving Sarah a chance to clean up after herself, Jack and the stranger unstrapped Sarah from the chair to transfer her onto the bed. Sarah left behind a dark patch on the cushion when she stood up to be guided to the bed by Jack and the stranger with no opportunity to lift her blindfold to sneak a peek.

Sarah was strapped to the bed in tandem and there she was, facing belly up with only her legs free to wriggle and head free to turn, lift, and nothing more.

Taking advantage of a still erect cock, Jack put himself in front of Sarah’s wet pussy. He looked at it for a little bit and instead left to take his phone. The stranger ignored Jack’s presence for the time being as agreed beforehand. “Do what you want” was the mandate Jack gave the stranger. With that mandate in mind, the stranger approached Sarah from one side and bent over to lick circles around Sarah’s nipples, looking to have her moans fill the silent room.

When Jack returned to see the stranger already working on Sarah with her moaning away in pleasure, he got hard again while soaking in the scene before him. At the same time, Jack was greeted with Sarah’s leaking pussy and decided to take a video to document Sarah’s first threesome experience. Calling out the stranger so that the face would be caught in the frame for a moment, Jack moved the camera to Sarah’s half covered face, clearly in sweet agony and oblivious to the phone’s flashlight. Panning the camera towards Sarah’s shaved vagina close-up, his fingers came into the frame to move the lips of her vagina aside to reveal a glistening hole convulsing hole.

“Jack, fuck me, please.” Sarah was pleading with Jack as the stranger alternated between her breasts.

Complying with her plea, Jack lifted her legs up and and slid his rod in uncomfortably as Sarah was tightening up her vagina the whole time. Sarah was turned on, never before at this level where she would be squirming near an orgasm when Jack had barely started to fuck her. She pulled the straps inwards to her chest as she yelled out to their surprise and started convalescing forcing the stranger to stop while Jack continued fucking Sarah through her orgasm.

The stranger moved towards Jack and whispered into his ear. He replied with a nod in agreement. Then the stranger went across Jack on the other side of the bed to bend over Sarah to kiss her and unbuckle the leather straps restraining Sarah. She was still recovering from her orgasm as she kissed the stranger, still unaware of the stranger’s identity.

With her hands now free, Sarah caressed the stranger’s head and was surprised to feel a relatively soft, short ponytail. Roaming her hands over her head towards the stranger’s chest, she found herself cupping the supple breasts of a woman.

Jack had already placed his phone against the pillow as he stared at the two girls engage in passionate tongue work, pulling out of Sarah for a short breather.

Breaking the kiss with her attempt to remove the blindfold, Sarah squinted her eyes to focus on the stranger’s face, as she laid there to see the stranger pull herself up to stand up looking down at her. Throwing the blindfold aside, baffled.

“You got my best friend to do this?!” she yelled at Jack, raising herself up.

Christina pushed Sarah onto the bed to pin her down.

“Just because you got your orgasm, doesn’t mean we stop now.” spreading her legs wide, bringing Sarah’s leg towards her own arms slightly, presenting Jack with a choice of two wet pussies to fuck.

Reaching out to his still recording phone, he filmed the two vaginas for a moment while fingering Christina, recording her muffled moans as she kissed Sarah and deliberately moved her chest to have Sarah’s nipples rub against hers. Admittedly, Sarah was getting turned on by the whole situation – Christina had a body that she was jealous of. Better proportioned and a killer waist, she’d be lying if she ever said she didn’t fantasising of having a lesbian relationship with her behind Jack’s back.

Ready for another round of fucking, Jack rubbed the tip of his cock against Christina’s pussy to spread her juice, before pushing himself into Christina inviting a loud sensual moan from her. She was waiting to be fucked the moment she stepped out of the shower.

Freeing Sarah’s hands as she positioned herself into a more comfortable position over her while being fucked from behind, Christina stopped kissing Sarah as she lost herself being completely absorbed on enjoying the intermittent spikes of pleasure that accompanied each thrust into her.

Sarah took advantage of the long awaited freedom to start masturbating herself beneath Christina, sexually excited by her boyfriend fucking her hot friend on top of her. Deriving a satisfaction from the fact that her boyfriend was being lusted after by a girl sexier than her, seeing Christina’s face of sweet, undignified pleasure.

Jack exclaimed that he was cumming and Christina responded by tightening her grip around his cock. Sarah didn’t stay still either, she hugged her friend with one hand and played with Christina’s clitoris, sending her into euphoria as she approached her own orgasm, demanding that Jack don’t stop.

Christina’s moaning reached a crescendo, stopping when she felt Jack unloading into her just as she felt her orgasm take over her. Sarah stopped paying attention to Christina’s clit and shifted it to caressing her boyfriend’s balls as he slowed down his strokes, with their love juices dripping onto her hand as she cupped him.

The two girls whispered something to each other as Jack prepared to reach out to his phone to check his recording. They turned to him as he reached the edge of the bed and pulled him back to lie him down onto the bed.

It was a moment he really wished to have his phone in his hands now. Feeling two pairs of breasts on his lower legs, staring down at two beautiful girls licking away at the shaft of his cock as they stared back, he felt himself getting hard again.