1 comments/ 69855 views/ 2 favorites Junior College Days Ch. 01 By: thehotness It was not any normal Friday. "Any comments, class? That was certainly a stirring short story by Wilde, wasn't it?" The literature teacher asked. "It certainly stirred my crotch." The Jock said. I giggled at the spontaneous comment. Whatever the Jock said was funny. The Jock in this case was called Jack. Big Jack, his teammates called him. And was he big! He was broad of shoulder and thick necked from the hours he spent in the gym, with a beautifully groomed mullet that reached his collar and vexed the teachers to no end. But what could they do? He was the super-star of the rugby team, the hero. Not only that, but he was a punk rocker. I drooled over punk rockers. And he wrote great poetry. "Jack, where did you copy this from? Plagiarism is illegal!" the teachers had exclaimed. But he had written it himself. I believed him. I excused myself from the lecture hall and went into the toilet just down the corridor. He certainly stirred MY crotch. A brief glance around proved I was alone in the toilet – after all, it was during lessons. In my school, being the prestigious junior college, the top school academically and in sports in the country, no one went to the toilet during class. What if they missed out on some important snippet of information the teacher had? Well, no one except me. I slipped out of my pink Converse shoes and pulled my thong down from under my green pleated skirt. I stepped back into my shoes and sniffed at the pink thong – it smelt of me, and it was pretty damp. I guess I have great fantasies in class. Anyway, I couldn't control myself anymore. I had to have the Jock, and the competition was pretty hot. But so was I. 5'3 – that's about 1.55m, slim, athletic. Not much in the way of boobs, but pretty well off for an 18 year-old Singaporean girl anyway. I stuffed the thong into the waste paper basket. I couldn't afford to carry it around. I shivered. Suddenly my already altered short green pleated skirt felt even shorter, if that was possible. The dress regulation was two inches above the knee max. Mine felt like it was two inches below my crotch, max. It was actually only a slightly immodest mid-thigh, ok, slightly above mid-thigh length. But it was short enough. My junior college was situated on top of a hill, so it could get pretty windy – wicked. I returned to the lecture hall, and got back into my seat directly behind and above Jack. If he turned around, he would be able to see right in between my legs. Which was what I wanted, of course. He's been checking out this junior recently, and having known me for ages as the pretty friend who was JUST a friend, he was getting bored of me. Time to spice up his, well, OUR lives. "Hey, Jack. What are we doing now?" I whispered. Like a charm, he turned behind to look. "Hey Sue, we're... we're... we're..." My legs maintained a slight gap apart, so I knew he couldn't really be sure if there was anything there or not. He gathered himself and looked away from my crotch into my eyes. "We're doing the next chapter already, babe." "Thanks." I gave my best sweet smile. He turned back. I knocked my pen off the lecture seat's table, and it rolled down one step to land underneath his chair. "Shit. Jack, help me get my pen, pretty please?" "No prob." He picked it up and turned again, and this time he was rewarded with a clear view of my glistening pussy. "Holy shit, Sue. Er...your pen." "Thank you, darling." I smiled even more sweetly. "What's up?" He hadn't turned back. He looked his fill, then looked at me and grinned. "I'm up." Ooh, that man's self-confidence! I nearly swooned. It was recess. He came over to sit next to me, at the rugger's table the ruggers and the netball girls always sat at. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, " What was THAT all about, Sue?" I looked at him, and looked at the crowded canteen. I smiled and took my plate and walked off, to the table across him. I sat facing him, and spread my legs wide apart. He tensed, as he had a fantastic view of my pussy for the second time today. "JACK! Stop looking up other girls skirts lah!" The rest of the canteen crowd had come back with their food, and my knees snapped shut once more. His mouth hadn't, though. We were soon flanked by our friends, and talking, laughing and joking loudly, and through it all, he stared at me. Not the ogling kind of stare, but the sweltering, piercing stare he had perfected. He wanted me, too. I had succeeded. Moral of the story: Guys like sluts. I got an sms – an instant text message, from him later. You are fucking sexy, babe. See you at the party tonight. And for the rest of the day, he ignored me. I tried to get him to notice me again, but no success. He was onto my game, and all I had to do now was let him do his stuff. The party he was talking about was the one at China-black, the oft frequented club in the middle of Orchard, the central shopping district in Singapore. It was a really popular club, usually packed to the max, but tonight, it was booked for a party. By my friends. There was no party I did not know about, and none that I could not get a free ticket to. Which was cool, but also meant I wasn't studying hard enough. Never mind, I told myself. Last party of the year. Last party of the year. I dolled myself up in front of my little vanity mirror at home. Shower. Toenails, fingernails, shave, pluck eyebrows, eyeliner, li'l bit of eyeshadow, glitter, lipstick – vixen red. A black tube dress that reached mid thigh. Hot, red thong, and no bra – I didn't really need one. Bling bling – a black choker, and bracelet. Short, brown highlighted hair mussed up, and waxed. Pink 2-inch heels – nothing to high to go club with, please. Experience tells me anything above 3 inches and you're liable to sprain your ankle. The queue at China Black was madness – it snaked out the front entrance of the shopping mall that it was situated in. Snaked and turned a few times. It was packed at eleven o'clock when I got there with my gaggle of girlfriends. "Eww... Look at the crowd! Eric's been charging cheap for the tickets again!" "And over-selling, by the looks of it! The lousy fucker." We laughed, but we weren't really pissed off. We went through the main entrance, and bypassed the whole queue, soaking in the attention, the stares. I felt slutty, and I was liking it. I've always liked it. It gave the wholesome, studious, athletic netballer that was me a naughty side. The guys like it too. At the entrance to China Black, I could hear the RnB tunes pounding heavily in the club. I smiled at the guy collecting the money and tickets. "Eric!" "Chica! Sue, welcome, welcome. Here." He stamped our wrists with the entrance stamp. "Go right in." My whole posse entered the club, and for a while, my heart went out to the people still stuck in the queue. But only for a while. We headed to the bar to get a little high first. I was intercepted by a hunk – a broad-shouldered, thick-necked, smiling hunk with a sweltering gaze. "Hey Sue." Jack proffered a shot-glass. I took it and knocked it back without asking – vodka and rum. "Vodka and rum and a li'l extra, babe. Tequila." He was in a too tight pink t-shirt, and I could see his tattoo on his pectoral peeking out over his t-shirt collar. Levis pulled tight over a taut butt. The vodka-rum-tequila hit my head. "'Nother please." He already had another waiting, and I shot it down, too. He put his hand firmly on the small of my back and guided me to the packed dance-floor. I felt small and vulnerable, but he was big, and thick and I felt secure with his hand on my back. His other hand went around my back and they began to travel southward. I put my arms around his neck. His hands gripped my ass, and I stiffened, my body thrust against his. And we began to dance. The bass of the RnB beat pounded and my heart pounded with it, as we shook our booty. This was what people mean when they say "Oh, they were sliming each other last night." We were sliming each other, our bodies interlocked. He was grinding me, and I felt his hardness against my waist as I pressed against him. His hands roamed freely over me, and he put his right knee out, and I ground onto him, my crotch squirming over his thigh and knee as he held my waist. We couldn't get tired of each other. His mouth found mine, and we were frenching on the dance-floor. No need for dancing. He was fondling my ass and my hands were feeling the hardness of his body. He slid my tube up over my ass. Nobody stopped him. I didn't stop him. His hands found my slit and he was stroking it, and moulding it, and I moaned into his mouth. "Let's get out of here." Junior College Days Ch. 02 We were in a taxi, going to his place. He was dead sober, and I was high on three more shots of poison. He let himself into the house. He was being very quiet and very mysterious. I tried to restrain myself – what about his parents? "My mom's ok with it, don't you worry, babe." I was in his room, on his bed, and he was over me. The desk light was on, and his t-shirt draped over it. I traced his tattoo on his chest, and whispered his name. "Jack…" He slowly peeled the tube off from my body, and pulled it down my legs and off me. He removed my thong and sniffed it deeply. His muscles rippled and bulged. I was naked now, except for my choker and bracelets. He undid his belt, then kissed me. We frenched some more, and he nibbled my ears, then kissed my neck, biting it gently, then moving down, he held the small of my back and kissed my breasts, nibbling on my nipples, and suckling on them. I moaned again. He continued kissing down my stomach, southwards, ever south, and then, he stopped. He pulled off his jeans. I waited patiently, the fire building up. My face felt hot and flushed. My skin felt hot and flushed. Basically, I felt hot and flushed. He went down on me. Pay dirt. His tongue was rough on my clitoris, and he licked around my labia, and tongued the entrance of my pussy. I tangled my fingers in his mullet and pushed his face against my crotch, and he delivered. He devoured me and consumed me, furiously, and I groaned, and moaned. Tirelessly, he ate me, his tongue flicking and sweeping and invading, until finally, I came. I shuddered at first, then bit on my lip to prevent myself from screaming, then gave up and moaned his name really loudly. "Jack! Oh…jack, yes. Yes!" He let me orgasm, then pulled off his boxers. I now know why his team mates called him Big Jack. He was big. I sighed in pleasure. He positioned himself. "Jack…jack, please…please be gentle." He raised his eyebrow. "Babe?" "It's my first time." He smiled. And thrust. And I couldn't control it – I yelled. He pressed against my maidenhead, and pressed and suddenly, there was no pressure, only a little pain, and he was in. He thrust in and out, rhythmically and slowly at first, then built up the pace. Oh the friction – I should have done this a long time ago. I was ecstatic. He pulled out of me, and rolled me over easily, then pulled my hips up. Doggy position. Another thrust, and he filled me completely, he stayed there for a while, and pushed some more. I felt his balls against my crotch, his hips against mine. Then he pulled out and thrust again, filling me more, stretching me more. "Oh baby…you're so fucking tight!" He thrust slowly again, then began to piston faster, and faster, and I came again. I was high. Real high. Screaming his name and not giving two shits about his mother in the same house. He didn't slow down, and kept it up. I was panting and covered in a sheen of perspiration. His hands gripped my waist and he was moving me around like a rag doll. Suddenly, he flipped over onto his back and pulled me along with him – I was straddling him now, and he was gazing into my eyes as he thrust upwards into me. I was bouncing up and down and loving the fullness in my pussy, and I let myself go. It must have been the alcohol, because I came again, I was so euphoric. I let rip another long groan and half-moan, ha;f-yell. He pulled me down onto his cock, and whispered my name, and he came. I felt him filling my cunt with his sperm. He was shuddering and jerking and holding me tight on him. Then, he was done. I lay down on top of his broad, warm, sweaty body, and he slipped out of me. I fell asleep. When I woke up, the sunlight was streaming through the window, and I heard the shower and singing. Jack sang really well. I was naked, and felt dried semen around my twat. I undid my choker and bracelets and put them on his bedside table. The ensuite toilet's door was open, and my lover was showering behind clear glass shower doors. He noticed me awake and he beckoned me over. Water was rushing down over us, and he bathed me gently, like a baby. He caressed my body lovingly, like a potter and his clay. Jack didn't try to fuck me at all, although his dick was standing pretty erect. I got down on my knees, and put it in my mouth. A clean dick was rather palatable – and it was my turn. Water was pouring down my face, my hair, my body – and I gave my first blowjob in that shower. Licking at it first, then it's head went into my mouth, then I took it deeper. Deeper and deeper, and it was hitting the back of my throat, and it was making him groan. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" He told me. But I didn't let go – I wanted to taste him. He came, and I tasted him. It was salty and…well, salty. It had a nice texture. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled lovingly back. I had him. Later, he gave me a t-shirt and shorts, which were oversized and baggy but kind of cool. It made me feel like we were a couple. I guess we probably were. Then he sent me back home by bus and we discussed philosophy and literature, and gossip. I managed to sneak back home before ten o'clock in the morning without my parents knowing I had spent the night at Jack's place. I had won. I knew Jack would be back for more. Junior College Days Ch. 03 It was dance practice, and I was changing into the tight, short FBT shorts which were more like hot pants than shorts, and the loose, semi-translucent shift of a t-shirt that our school said was a Physical Education/ PE T-shirt. But this time, in the cubicle, I stuffed my sports bra and thong into my school bag. Jack was having rugby training and I wanted to surprise him after training. "Hey, Sue, you aren't wearing a bra!" My friend Michelle squealed. "Yes, I am! Just that dumb people can't see it!" I laughed. My Dance friends giggled, but they were pretty cool with it. You had to look pretty carefully to see that I wasn't wearing any. And with all that movement involved in Dance, I felt pretty ok with it. The cotton rubbing against my nipples was betraying me though. I hoped they didn't stand out too much. And I kind of realized when we did splits, people could see up my shorts. Oops. My bad. As usual, dance practice was always very well attended. Not only the dancers, but also lots of guys usually come check us out when we practise. After all, we were the most popular babes in school, and we liked to flaunt it. We practised at the foyer, in front of some notice boards because our cheap-ass school, despite being the premier college in Singapore, was too cheap-assed to get us a decent dance studio with mirrors. So we used the glass of the notice boards as mirrors for ourselves. We shut out the crowd and the noise and the guys and the stares and the comments, and studying ourselves in the mirror, we began to practise. As practice ended, I was pretty self-conscious because my tee was soaked and really translucent now. My nipples stuck up proudly and you could basically see every thing. I waited at the canteen for my hero. Jack finally finished, and he was dirty, muddy, scratched, battered and sweaty and stinky. He stopped in his tracks and stared. Hard. At my hard nipples. And something else of his got hard too. "Give me a minute." He rushed down to the netball court next to the canteen where the other ruggers were using a fire hose to hose off themselves. Half-naked guys playing with water in the evening– nice view I had to say. He came back, a thin sheen of water over him. He shook his head like a dog. "Eww!" I squealed. He laughed. Jack took my hand and led me to the guy's toilet – it was still empty, but soon it would be full of guys. It pretty much stank! I held my nose. "You fucking guys are fucking smelly!" I told him. He led me to the shower cubicle. It wasn't so bad inside the cubicle. He helped me out of my tee, and pulled down my shorts to my knees. We began to French and lick at each other's faces and biting necks and nibbling ears. He pulled down his pants and freed Big Jack. He held my waist and pushed me against the cubicle wall, my boobs and nipples pressing against the cold walls. I felt his stiffness against my pussy, and he slowly slipped into me. "Fucking Jack! Where the fuck is he, man?" "How the fuck should I know? He just fucking ran off like that." "Cock-sucking asshole…I told him wait for us to go eat dinner together what…" "What the fuck lah! Can you fucking hurry up?" The toilet was suddenly crowded with guys, and Jack tensed up. He held me still against the wall, on hand over my mouth. An impatient rugger banged on the door of the cubicle. "Fucking hurry up lah!" Jack impaled me impatiently and I squeaked a bit. He pressed me into the wall and reached down for my knees, and lifted me. I got the idea and lifted my feet up and wrapped my legs around his waist, my feet crossing behind at the small of his back. He then supported my waist with one hand and cupped my breast with the other. Pushing me against the wall, he slowly, deliberately began to thrust. I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning. We fucked and fucked in that tiny cubicle. He was so strong and assured of himself. He was so large and thick and I was addicted to friction. I was addicted to him. I began to realize that there was no noise in the toilet at all – maybe the ruggers had left already? I sighed with pleasure, and moaned softly underneath my breath as I came, shuddering heavily and shaking, biting my lip so hard until it really hurt. He came just after me, shooting deep into me, shaking hard, too. He breathed out slowly. Felt him slowly shrink in me. I opened my eyes, and looked upwards. About ten faces were staring at us from over the cubicle walls. They looked kind of shocked but also with an "Oh, no big deal I'm just looking" kind of attitude. Their mouths were agape and eyes were really wide. God-damn ruggers. "Hey, never seen people fucking before is it? Some privacy, please?" I fairly snapped at them. All ten heads disappeared. Then, there was a sudden burst of laughter, and the whole toilet began to laugh. Even Jack was laughing too. I began to smile. Fucking ruggers. Junior College Days Ch. 04 "I want to try something." Jack showed me a tube of KY Jelly. "What's this?" I asked. He motioned to his arse. Then pointed at my arse. Then made a grinding motion with his hips. "Oh no. No fucking way. No way at all, darling." We were in the classroom at the trailer block. The whole classroom was basically a trailer with air-conditioning. It was pretty private – it was way after school and it should have been locked up. Although with my darling Jack, locks were no kick. Well, just a swift kick to him. He had opened the door with brute strength. No problem. And now we were studying happily in air-conditioned comfort and making out from time to time. Now he was showing me a tube of KY Jelly. "No way." I was leaning over the teacher's table, my tits squashed against the table, my pert, athletic ass in the air. My short, pleated green skirt was pushed over my back, and blouse was unbuttoned and pulled back. He pulled my white blouse back down my arms, then before he took it off me, he tied my wrists behind my back together with my blouse. "Please, Jack….No…No fucking way…please." He ripped my bra off and chucked it in the bin. He suddenly changed his mind and undid my skirt hook, then slid it down my legs instead. He pulled down my thong at the same time, and made me step out of them. He hung them over a chair. I was now naked and bent over the teacher's table at my waist, my butt stuck up in the air, exposed, and my wrists tied together behind my back with my blouse. In my classroom. After school. I was wet immediately. He took some pictures of me like that with our camera phones. I gave him my sweetest smile. "No fucking way, Jack! Let me go now. Please?" His evil smile gave me my answer. He stroked my pussy a bit, and when I was wet enough, he scooped out some pussy juice and smeared it on my asshole. He wiggled a finger into my ass. It felt like something was lost inside it. Then he squeezed some KY Jelly lubricant onto his finger and wiggled it in again, and smeared it around inside me. More and more, he wiggled his finger deeper and deeper into me. More and more, he applied more lubricant. He could soon thrust his middle finger in and out pretty easily. I began to relax. It didn't feel so bad. It felt weird, just plain weird, but not too bad. Then I heard him unzip his pants, undo his belt and pull down his boxers. He was still fully clothed. That was SO unfair! I felt his thick cockhead press against my asshole. It felt really, really big. He was gentle, at least. He pressed and pressed and pressured…and then he was in. Then he pushed some more and pushed and shoved gently, my whole body shaking, and he eased himself further into me. I groaned and grunted. It was so strange! A really queer feeling of fullness came over me. "Oh baby…you're so fucking tight!" He told me. Like he needed to tell me. I knew I was tight. It was hurting slightly, my virgin ass stretched like never before. He withdrew a bit – it felt like I was shitting – and suddenly pushed deeper. He'd withdraw, then thrust deeper, and deeper and suddenly, his balls were slapping against my pussy. He was all the way in. He sighed and jiggled about. I jiggled back and groaned. Then the friction began. He began to thrust slowly. Real slow, to get me used to it. Then slowly he built up the tempo, and began to thrust faster, and faster, and faster…and then he was pistoning in and out happily, balls slapping against my pussy, pushing me into the teacher's table, and I was pushing back on him. He was holding my wrists with one hand and waist with the other. "Ride her, cowboy!" He crowed. "Ride me, cowboy! Ride me, Jack!" I squealed back. It was actually quite nice. It felt really good now. Not orgasm kind of high, but friction kind of high. He began to stroke my pussy as he pumped into me, his thick fingers strumming my clit, playing with it. I began to get the orgasm kind of high now. Somehow, he always lasted longer than me. Or maybe I just orgasmed easily. Anyhow, I came, and I tensed, and I yelled his name. "JACK! Fuck me! Fuck me! Jack!" He was more than obliging to. As I came, he had perfect timing and came too, together with me. Our bodies tensed and shuddered together and we were locked together for that moment in eternity. I was full of him, and his fullness in me just overwhelmed my senses as we came together. He pumped his load deep into my ass as I gushed all over him. He shrank and pulled out from me with a ‘pop' sound. I could feel my asshole gaping open, and felt it shrink back to its usual size. He was panting. "Sue, that was fucking amazing." He gasped. "Erm, excuse me. Did you see my textbook lying around here?" A nerdy voice asked. It was Dick. He was standing in the corner with two other nerd friends of his. "Erm…if you haven't it's ok…" He quickly put down his camera phone. "Hello? I'm having sex here. Can you please get lost? FUCK OFF!" I yelled. I realized the futility of my situation. My butt was red with embarrassment. I think my face was redder. Jack had already zipped up and belted up. He was laughing. "Fuck you too, Jack!"