#jezebels diary
Jezebel’s Diary 11: Reading
This is a story of a girl. A wallflower, someone who did not draw too much attention to herself. Someone who sat quietly in class while the boys threw paper balls around the classroom, while girls gossiped about the latest couple in school. This comes from a time, when smartphones had yet to be released and when MSN messenger was the go-to platform for ‘project meetings’.
This girl was a plain Jane, so we shall call her Jane in this story. Just an average girl in an average secondary school. Her grades were decent, but not good enough that it drew attention. She had no interesting hobbies, nothing on her that people could gossip about. In fact, the most interesting thing about her was that she was a bookworm, never to be seen around school without a storybook in her hand that was thicker than any of her textbooks.
Once the school bell rang, Jane was always one of the first students out of school, disappearing right under her classmates’ noses. No one notices her, not that anyone bothered to anyway. Jane rushed to the bus stop, and always manages to grab a bus which was not infected with students who just ended school.
She makes her way to the library, a home away from home. She had one of those stepdads who abused her and her sister frequently, so Jane spent as much time as possible at the library, claiming to be studying. Yet, her real reason to be here was to be with her friends, her fictional friends from lands far away, where snow, floods and earthquakes were common, where magic flowed in people’s veins.
Being in secondary school, no one bats an eyelid as Jane heads up to the adult section, where there were no kids screaming and where there were thicker books that appealed more to her. Jane picks up a new novel today, not sure of whatever she was reading, not sure who she will be meeting today.
Sitting down in a quiet corner of her choosing, Jane opens up her book and allows the words to welcome her into its ink-based world. She opens this book without realising that this book will change who she is, a book that will create someone new within her.
Being a book catered to the older crowd, Jane was still unaware of the themes these books carried within, themes that she was not ready for. Today, that book was one such book. A book set in Ancient Greece, set in the midst of a war.
Jane continued to read word after word, the printed words forming images in her mind like that of a movie. She watched as characters were portrayed sexually, when the heroine herself was raped, where men revealed their deepest and darkest sexual fantasies.
“… The general stood facing the captured princess and king, both of whom were held in chains underneath the deepest dungeon that their castle had, a castle that they once called home.”
It was as if Jane was with them, feeling the cold of the dungeon against her skin, seeing the princess in her ragged clothes and the king with his frayed beard.
“Giving an evil smile, the general once again asked the king to beg for mercy, to surrender his castle and ask his troops to lay down their arms against the rebel forces. The king lay silent, not wanting to break the morale of his men, loyal men fighting for freedom, fighting for their homes.
The general shook his head, annoyed by the king’s stubbornness. He walked over to the princess in chains, noting how beautiful she was, even with her clothes in such a disarray. In fact, the dirt and grime in the dungeon only served to let her beauty stand out even more.
Taking his spear, he prodded it under her chin, lifting up her head to observe his beauty for himself.”
Jane felt her chin being tilted upward by the words, and she felt for herself the point of the spear just above her throat.
“She was a beauty indeed. The tales did not lie. With one swift stroke, the general brought his blade down the front of whatever remained of the princess’s garments, her bare skin revealed to the general, skin untouched by the eyes of mere men.
The king expressed an expression of shock, looking away from his daughter’s state of undress. The princess closed her eyes, ashamed of her nakedness. The general only laughed, his eyes aflame with evil intentions.”
Jane felt for herself the state of the princess’s undress despite still having her uniform on. She traced a finger down the front of her clothes, as if a blade was being drawn down the centre of her torso. She tried to feel for herself what the princess would have felt, naked before at least two men in a dark dungeon, only lit by torches.
“The general grabbed the princess by her throat, pulling her upright till she stood on tiptoes, her eyes still closed in defiance, defying the inevitable. With his other free hand, her brought down his fingers upon her face of beauty with a loud and audible slap, one that echoed through the dungeons.
The princess only gasped from the pain, while her father stay knelt upon the cold stone, his body shaking with anger and tears flowing from his eyes. The general only slapped her once more, feeling triumphant at the helplessness of the royal family before him.”
It was as if Jane was being slapped herself, having been beaten by her stepdad before. Yet, she was aware of the nakedness of the princess, and she felt like she herself was being abused and humiliated, right before her very own father. She felt a tingle down her bare skin, and a flush rushed to her cheeks, reddened as if she was really slapped.
“A full-grown man, the general was well-aware of the weaknesses of the human body. If force could not break her, perhaps pleasure would. With force, he tore apart whatever remaining cloth there was on the princess’s body, allowing her to stand fully naked in front of her father.
The princess stood shivering from the cold, shaking from the pain dealt to her cheeks. She felt her nipples harden with the cold air upon her bare breasts, sore and erect with blood. The general only laughed at her helplessness, and softly drew his fingers over her naked chest.”
Jane felt as if she herself was molested. Nipples that she never felt before were suddenly very sensitive to her, pushing outwards from her chest. In the cold of the library, she felt the soft fabric of her training bra touch against her nipples, the general himself was there, touching her young body.
“He continued to touch her, totally ignoring the kneeling king barely an arm’s length away. He dragged his fingers across her mounds of flesh gently, feeling the smooth skin under his callused fingers. He observed as the princess seemed to relax a little, yet she still pursed her lips, maintaining silence. Without warning, the general gave the princess’s nipples a pinch, causing her to give out a little cry of pain at the sudden pressure upon her already sensitive nipples.”
Jane jumped a little at the sudden development, moving her hands upwards to cover her breasts on instinct. This, as she would later know, was not a good move to make. Her hand’s pressure on her breast also felt like something new to her, and thankfully she managed to bite down upon her lips just in time to muffle her moan into a squeak. This feeling was new to her, unexplored, unknown.
One would think nothing of this young girl in a school uniform, just someone who was really absorbed into the thick novel she was currently reading, barely able to contain her excitement. Little did they know.
“The general traced his hands all over the naked princess, each stroke getting lower and lower…”
Jane moved her fingers down, slowly touching herself, her other hand holding the book firmly, turning the page when necessary.
“He came to a rest before her navel, his hands inches above her naturally grown public hair, hair that was just as lush as the hair upon her royal head. He lifted his fingers up and bent down to see her better, and to get a better view of her lower body. He continued his gentle strokes once more, starting from her knees upwards…”
And Jane followed, placing her free hand upon her knee, gently.
“He stroked upwards, gently moving his old hand along her smooth inner thigh.”
And Jane also moved her hands up, up her school skirt. She felt a warm flush, her skin more sensitive than it should be. It felt forbidden, wrong, yet it felt good.
“He reached her private region, which seemed to be oozing a different sort of heat compared to the rest of the body. Being a full-grown man accustomed to lots of sexual pleasures, he could distinctly smell the scent of arousal in the air in the deep, dark dungeon. The princess moaned – the first audible sound she made – in pleasure, sensing feelings she never experienced before.”
Jane moved upwards to cup the mound of her young pussy, feeling warm between her legs. Her skirt was hitched up by her arm, but no one was around to see. She felt the slight moisture upon her privates, and somehow she knew where would feel good. She moved her hands in circles below herself, imagining herself being touched instead.
“The general then stroked her privates, running a finger along her thin, unused clit, untouched by any man.”
Jane shifted her panties to the side to gain access to her privates, her bare hands a different feeling altogether from being touched over her panties. She groaned a little moan as she stroked her fingers up and down upon her slit, feeling the new sensation of wetness upon her fingers.
“The princess continued to moan despite being fondled by her captor, her body a slave to her own erotic desires.”
Without care for her surroundings – not that she needed to – Jane continued to stroke herself, feeling her first touch of her engorged and aroused clit. Knowing how it felt exceptionally good there, she continued to touch herself there, running circles around her little button.
“Then all of a sudden the general tilted his finger and plunged it deep inside her. The lubrication of her arousal allowed his finger for easy entry, and she did not feel the pain, only pleasure as she was fingered by the kingdom’s sworn enemy right in front of her father.”
Jane tried for herself, lowering her wet finger slowly to the entrance that was inviting her. It was easy to find, the source of the wetness, the source of the womanly warmth between her legs. She eased her own fingers deep into herself, stifling a moan as she felt herself being filled up by her fingers.
She started to discover herself, feeling for herself the soft, sensitive spots deep within her. She continued to stroke, feeling the pleasure build upon pleasure created by an earlier stroke, pleasure building up for some sort of great release.
“The general wiggled his fingers deep inside his captive princess, his fingers exploring her unexplored caverns, her untouched innocence. He was forceful yet gentle at the same time, and with each time he plunged his finger deep inside her again, the princess moaned, her cries of pleasure drowning out the sobs of her father just barely metres away.”
And then Jane felt it, the first wave of unexplainable pleasure and release. Underneath her school skirt and with her fingers knuckle deep within her, her pussy gave out a spasm as the first wave of orgasm hit her, then another and another was the words on the book rolled into an image of pleasure on her imagination.
She was unaware if she actually let out a moan, but she was shaking from the overbearing pleasure that wrecked her over and over again, her knees pressed together and her fingers wet inside her, feeling every time her young vagina clenched its soft muscles around her.
When she finally did recover from her climax, Jane could feel each pump of blood that flowed through her, and she felt light-headed and faint. She felt her vagina still throbbing, the vestiges of her first orgasm leaving her.
Her breath came in quick breaths, and she slowly placed her panties back to where they below, and she cleaned her wet fingers upon her school skirt.
Jane shut the book she held, marking where she stopped reading and where pleasure took over. Walking to the book borrowing machine, she could feel her moist underwear between her legs, and a slight stickiness of her bodily fluids upon her inner thigh.
She scanned the book, and carried the book in her hands, leaving the library with no one taking a look at her, just like the way she entered, just like the way she went everywhere else.
And that, is the story of how a plain Jane found her first orgasm, and many more to come, with a book – A book with a heroine named Jezebel.
Jezebel’s Diary 10: No Hello, No Goodbye
I stared up at the ceiling of yet another unfamiliar room, the dull ache in my head fading away bit by bit. Slowly, I eased myself upright, the blanket falling off me to reveal my naked breasts. I looked around myself and found a cup of water sitting on the bedside table. Well, at least I had some sense to pour myself a cup of water last night. I drenched my dry throat and looked to the other side, greeted by yet another unfamiliar face.
He was still fast asleep, and in the dim light of the breaking dawn, he was not good looking at all. Seeing his neat haircut, well-toned muscles and apparent youth upon his facial features, I made him out to be about twenty years old… Probably serving the nation then? My observation was confirmed by the set of pixelated uniform hanging behind the bedroom door. Not that it mattered anyway.
I lifted the sheets above his body, only to find that he was just as naked as I was, the rest of his body just as well-built as his shoulders were. Slowly, I lifted the sheets off the rest of him, leaving him bare upon the bed. His morning wood stood upright, straight upwards from his clump of untended pubic hair.
I spent the next few minutes staring at his body, observing his cock throb with each pulse of blood that flowed through him. He had an averagely large member, uncircumcised as most Chinese usually are. I propped my leg upright, feeling downwards for my own secret region. I traced past my recently waxed mound and found my silt between my legs, which still felt a bit sore from the night before.
Slowly, I traced my finger up and down the crease of my flesh, feeling my cool fingers slowly getting warmed by my warm pussy. My vagina reacted to my cold touch, slowly getting moist, my vagina lips spreading slightly apart with arousal. I could feel a tingle of arousal within my nether regions, the need to have something inside me slowly building up.
I stared at his cock, still hard, swollen and upright, and just right there to satisfy my needs. Gently, I got up on all fours and leaned downwards towards this stranger’s cock, letting my long wavy hair glide across his abs as I did so. I combed my hair aside in a bunch, exposing my neck towards his face. Well, not that he was awake… Yet.
Coming closer to his cock, I saw his precum glistening upon the reddish purplish head, coating his cock with a light sheen of bodily fluids. I gave it a light whiff, the salty smell all too familiar to me. I reached between my legs for my vagina once more, feeling my ready wetness. I lowered my head to his cock, my lips gently kissing the moist tip of his member. With my neck arched upwards, I saw that my stranger from the night before has yet to wake up.
I slipped my tongue outwards, tasting his salty precum upon my tastebuds. I swirled his taste about my lips, smelling his arousal. I tilted my head and shifted downwards, licking his shaft as I went along. His shaft was bare of any bodily fluids, so I coated them with my saliva, expertly shifting my head one big round to try to get as much of his cock coated with my saliva as possible.
With his cock coated in my spit, I started to lick his shaft, gently prodding my soft tongue on the underside of his cock. I started from the base where his cock met his balls, and then I slowly licked upwards, ending off with a light flick of my tongue against the underside of his cock head. Then, I topped it off by planting a light kiss upon the tip of his swollen member, which seemed to be oozing out more precum by the moment.
I heard him moan a light at my gentle teasing, his cock throbbing a little more with the added stimulation to his morning wood. I closed my lips around his cock and gently sucked, inciting a moan once more. I continued to stroke my slit beneath me, feeling my clit getting engorged with blood as I started to get aroused from sucking cock.
As I plunged a finger into myself, I engulfed his cock into my mouth, starting upwards and downwards upon his hard cock. My soft lips upon his cock proved to be very effective on him, as I heard him moan and groan, his hips trying to thrust deeper into my wet mouth. I enjoyed hearing his manly groans, feeling myself get wetter at the prospect of having him inside me.
I continued to move my soft lips up and down his shaft, my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock within for the maximum effect. I was quite sure he was awake, with his facial muscles clenched into a grimace, enjoying the pleasure of his morning blowjob.
I lifted my head up from his cock, hearing him sigh a breath of expiration, his cock ready for more sucking. I stretched out my long legs to reposition myself, getting ready to get my fair share from this soldier. I got into the sixty-nine position, and my mouth returned to his cock again once more.
I expected him to get up and start eating my out, yet he took no initiative. In my mind, I rolled my eyes as I sat my face down upon his face, thankful that my flexibility allowed me to do so with ease. I felt his feeble attempts at licking me, all off centre.
I resorted to grind my pussy upon any facial features I could find, venting my frustrations by sucking on his cock even harder than before. With that, he could barely concentrate, his body arched and stiff from the pleasure I was delivering to his sex.
Seeing as he sucked at eating me out, I got up from my position and decided to just settle for my main course for the morning. I straddled his body and aimed his cock along my slit, sliding his wet member along my vagina. I eased into him slowly, but he thrusted upwards at me, sinking his whole flesh rod deep into me.
I felt my gaping vagina being filled, his cock stretching me out inside me. Ah… At least this still feels good. I started to ride his cock, pressing my hands down upon his chest, stopping him from moving around too much while I was treating his cock like a real-life dildo.
I tilted my body at an angle, just nice for the head of the cock to hit against my sensitive spots whenever I moved to and fro. I could feel his meat rod warm inside me, throbbing with the heat of blood flowing through his member. I continued to ease myself forward and backward, grinding my hips against his pelvic region, stimulating my clit further.
I could feel it slowly building up, the tension of the morning release coursing through my veins. With a gasp of relieve, I feel my entire body give out a spasm of pleasure throughout, liquid pleasure flowing through my entire body, emanating from my pussy. As I came down from my first wave of pleasure, I moaned again as the second wave hit, more gentle then the previous, but intense all the same.
With each wave of pleasure, my pussy clenched its muscles about his thick cock, engulfing him with my womanly warmth. I felt his cock shudder and give way as the fourth wave of pleasure throbbed within me, his rod sowing seeds deep within me. I felt his warm semen fill me, squirt after squirt deep into my body.
As I subsided from my orgasm, I felt his meat rod throb inside me as it slowly deflated, the man before me exhausted from his morning exercise. His face was a sheen of sweat upon perfectly normal features, not one that I would stick around with for much longer.
I made sure to note where my panties were – on the floor on the other side of the bed – before I got up, pulling his flaccid cock out from me as I did do. I always enjoyed this feeling, the semen slowly leaking out as I pulled out the stopper from my pussy. I pulled my underwear back on, wearing the crumpled clothes that I wore from the night before.
I checked out if I have gotten all my belongings, and I left quietly, without a single goodbye. Not that it began with a hello anyway.
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Jezebel’s Diary 9: The Interview
The hot sun bore down upon our backs as we carried our luggage off our HR manager’s car, heavy luggage filled with all sorts of freebies that we were going to distribute today. I felt the cool of the morning air against my skin, yet I can feel myself sweating underneath my office wear, with the humidity and all the hard work. Not to mention this idiotic tie that the HR manager insisted we guys all wear.
I was amazed at the size of the university, the amount of space that we used for the career fair seemed so small compared to the size of the school. We took 15 minutes alone navigating through the university, finding the exact location for the career fair.
Entering the large lobby, we were greeted by large banners and spacious booths. There were other companies busy setting up their booths, but my eyes automatically zoomed in on all the pretty ladies that other companies have sent, meant to attract students to their firms. Sad to say, my company did not have much beauties to boast of, being an engineering firm and all.
I stared at the ladies from the other companies, clad in tight little office shirts and shirts that felt too small for their breasts. Many of them wore heavy office makeup, yet I was attracted to them all the same, being used to seeing all the masculinity around my office.
The early part of the morning was quite dull, and most of our visitors were scholars, and people from other companies slacking off trying to get freebies from one another.
I felt like I have been repeating our company’s value chain so frequently that it felt scripted, yet I had to keep entertaining visitors who expressed even the slightest interest in our company.
As lunch approached, the crowd demographic seemed to shift a little, with more formally dressed students coming by to look. Apparently, many business classes ended at 10.30am, meaning that business students would come by to look at the booths for internship opportunities.
The change in demographic was a pleasant one, as the business girls were cute and very well dressed, many of whom seemed like the younger versions of office ladies from the other companies.
Then approached one particular girl, looking lost with her hands full of notebooks from several firms. She stood at a distance from our booth, seemingly out of sight but merely observing us. Her tight skirt hugged her waist tightly, illustrating killer curves despite her petite body. She had a fair skin and the bright red lipstick she wore drew my attention to them almost immediately. Even though she wore a loose shirt, I could see that she had a perfect set of breasts that she had no problem flaunting.
Seeing that most of my colleagues were occupied, I decided to approach her, and seize the opportunity to talk to a cute girl like her.
“Hello, you look lost. May I help you?”
“Oh hello. I was just looking around.” Her voice was sweet and delicate, and it felt like a sweet melody humming through my ear.
“Ah. Ah I see.” I was a little taken aback by her light brown eyes, now staring intently at me. I could not help but feel my heart rate raise a little, staring into her beautiful eyes.
“Well, our company is an engineering firm, looking to hire fresh grads or students looking for internship opportunities. May I know what you are looking for?” I repeated the exact same line I said to many others before her, yet I felt my heart flutter a bit with every word I said to her.
“Erm… She diverted her eyes away, tracing a finger across her red luscious lips tenderly. I could not help but feel my heart skip a beat again. "I’m looking for a full-time job actually, I am an Accounting student though, do you think there is any possibility for me to work with you?”
Despite me knowing that her “you” meant the company, I somehow felt like she was referring to me, my head filled with a sudden fantasy of working beside her.
“May… May I see your resume?” I could not think of a proper reply, my mind seemingly in a mental block.
“Opps, I gave out most of my resumes to other companies who asked from me earlier. Is there any other way for you to find out more about me?” Her brown eyes widened a little with the exclamation, distracting me further.
I was dumbstruck, without a single response for her. “Erm… Erm…”
“Well, why not you hold an interview with me now? That way, you can ask me whatever you want, and you can get to know me better too?”
The thought of speaking to this girl one on one excited me, and I almost forgot for a moment that I was here for the career fair, not for her. Yet, she leaned closer to me, expecting a reply. In that moment, I smelt her perfume, a sweet aroma that engulfed me once more.
“Erm… You okay? I know of a great place for an interview. It’s far too noisy here. Would you like to follow me?”
I did not know what came across me in that moment, yet I nodded my head, and I decided to follow her as she led on. I stared at her back as she walked in front of me, her tight ass swaying from left to right as she walked, her perfume wafting behind her as she led me into a quiet classroom not far away from the career fair.
Upon entering the classroom, she placed her bag on a random empty chair, drawing a chair for me to sit before sitting opposite me. I was still in a daze, not knowing what to do, as if I was under a spell to listen to her every word.
“Well, its quieter now, isn’t it?” She smiled at me, her light brown eyes drawing me in. She licked her lips after she said that, her tongue moisturising lips that I felt like kissing at that moment.
“Erm… Well, as I was saying, our company is an engineering firm. I’m not too sure what role you may have in our company. What our company does is …” As I went on with my usual rant on the value chain of the company to her, she leaned in closer, seemingly attentive to the lecture I was giving her.
As she leaned forward, I could not help but be distracted by her apparent gap in her oversized shirt. The first button was undone, something I did not notice earlier. I stole glances whenever I paused for a breath, hoping that she would not catch me doing so. She wore a black lacy bra, covering her milky white breasts which rose and fell with each breath. Her breasts filled her bra completely, the valley in between seemed to invite me into its caress.
I also noticed her legs, drawn together knee by knee. Her legs were as fair as the rest of her, and smooth, and seemed to emit a faint glow under the dim lights of the empty classroom.
With my lecture coming to my end, I asked “Any questions?”
“Well… From what you mentioned, I did get a good insight on your company.” I smiled, hoping that I did a good job impressing her. “May I ask if there are any qualities that you are looking for in your employees there?” She twirled her hair and leaned closer with expectant eyes. Before I caught myself, I felt my eyes drawn to her cleavage once more.
This time, she seemed to notice me turning to look at her cleavage. Following the gaze of my eyes, she noticed that I was staring at her cleavage openly, much of which was already exposed. She gave me a shy smile before sitting back upright. I decided to look away, my face a warm red, embarrassed of being caught staring at her boobs.
Yet, as I turned back to her once more, she has undone the rest of the buttons on her shirt, her black lace bra fully exposed for me to see. I sat there stunned as she stood up and walked over to me, taking off her shirt in the process. I felt blood rush to my member down below as I observed her breasts in their full magnificence, clad in black, sensual lace. Her body curved gently down, hugged tightly by her black pencil skirt.
“Well, are these attributes that your company is looking for?” She stood directly in front of me, her hands placed upon my shoulders and she leaned forward to look me in the eye, her breasts hanging, only to be supported by her bra. I could feel my erection pressing against my pants, begging for release.
I was at loss of words of how to respond in this situation. Seeing how stunned I was, she took one of my hands and gently placed it upon her back, smooth and flawless. She slid my hands down while staring intently into my eyes. I felt her hand position mine to land above her bra clasp, her brown eyes full of anticipation and longing. “Go on.” She whispered, her sweet breath landing upon my sweaty face.
I did what she expected me to do, and unclasped her bra, letting her glorious mounds fall out of their lacy prison. She stood up straight and let her unclasped bra fall off her breasts, her perfectly round tits directly in front of my face. Despite her innocent face, her breasts were the tits of a young adult. She had round and luscious nipples, hardened in the cold air-con environment, or perhaps from lust. I could feel my penis straining strongly against my pants, and it was starting to hurt a little.
She laid her hand upon my belt, expertly unbuckling it with one hand. Her other hand leaned against my shoulder as she bent downwards, kneeling right in front of me. She looked into my eyes, licking her lips as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants without so much as a flinch. I felt the pressure release as my cock came free of my pants, still restrained by my underwear.
I felt her fingers trace over my raging erection, feeling the wetness at the tip. She turned her attention downwards to my swollen member, her lips kissing the tip of my damp underwear. I felt her hair between my fingers as I held her, I watched the heaving of her breasts as she took in the scent of my arousal.
Hooking her fingers about the elastic band of my underwear, she lifted it up bit by bit, her face ever closer to my skin. I felt the fabric of my underwear hold my cock down till the edge… When poof, my cock sprung free of all constraints, hitting her demure looking face on her cheeks. I felt the cool air against my warm member, a string of pre-cum on the side of her face.
“Opps. Sorry” I whispered even as she smiled and took my cock into her mouth, plunging the entire piece of meat in, shaft and all. I felt her teeth against the base of my cock, the warmth of her mouth engulfing me in sheer bliss for a moment. I felt her throat tighten around my member as she held her breath, and then she pulled back, only to do down again.
All the while, her tongue circled around the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body that I have never felt before. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the pleasure. Goosebumps stood up on my arm as I felt the tingling sensation over and over again as she pleasured my cock, her head of soft hair going up and down on me. Each time she went down, I felt her mouth take me in all the way against my groin, then she lingered for a moment, my full length fully within her for a few seconds.
Then, she stood up and tucked her hands around her pencil skirt, pulling it down to fall at her ankles in a circle of black cloth. Before me she stood in a matching black lace underwear, made of sheer material. Through her thongs, I could see her cleanly shaven pussy. She shifted the crotch of her thong aside as she stood over me, positioning herself over my cock, still wet from her saliva and throbbing in the cool air. I saw a gleam of clear liquid as she pried the lacy material away from her tiny slit, one that looked like the vagina of a young girl.
She steadied herself with her hands around my shoulders as she eased herself downwards, her pussy now against my warm cock. I felt my cock against her warm pussy, my breath held within me, preparing for the penetration. My cock parted her pussy lips just a little, and I could feel the friction between both of us despite my cock being well-lubricated.
It hurt a little as she eased my large member around her entrance, her face scrunched up in some sort of pain. Then with a sudden slip, I felt the head of my cock entering her, soft and warm inside her. Slowly, she slid down on my shaft, bit by bit, till her groin was fully against mine. I sighed as my cock rested fully within her tight hole, pleasured on all sides by her warm flesh.
As soon as she was comfortable, she started to move. Even though the blowjob earlier on was good enough, to describe the experience would be mindblowing. It felt like my cock was melting within her as she moved up and down on my shaft, her warm pussy pulling me in further and further with every upthrust. Her tits swung in front of my face, soft and luscious. I placed my hand on her back as I felt her soft, smooth skin, enjoying the smell of her young, feminine body.
She moaned softly above my head as she rode me, one hand grabbing my hair and the other upon my back. I felt her lean her body against me, grinding her pussy against my groin. My cock moved in and out of her, tight and better than any masturbation session I had. I felt the tightening of my balls as I began to reach my limit, my voice barely able to hold in my groans as I could hold in my orgasm.
“I… I… I might… cum”. I groaned as she moved on top of me, each bounce seemingly harder than the last. Hearing that, she moved even faster, her pussy sliding on my shaft faster than I imagined possible. She gave me a swift nod of the head as she continued to ride me, trying to suck out every drop of cum into her thirsty pussy.
I felt my thighs tingle, my balls tightened as I allowed my muscles to let go, my penis shooting string after stream of cum deep inside her. I could barely hold myself together as held my cock dee within her as she felt the first string of cum, her pussy tightening over my shaft as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure came over me as I emptied my balls into this young lady in front of me, my head buried between her breasts.
As I felt the last vibration of cum shoot out from me, I sat there awhile, with this beauty upon my lap, my seed deep within her deepest parts. I continued to sit down there, drained of all energy as she stood up, readjusted her thong back onto her pussy, a droplet of white fluid starting to show around the entrance.
After dressing up just as she did previously, she leant down and give my shrinking cock a kiss, before passing me her resume. “Jezebel… Ira?” I read, as she walked out of the room in her high heels.
