Selina Imai bounced into the cozy living room of the shared apartment, her light blue tank top hugging her slim frame and her denim shorts riding high on her toned thighs. At 18, the brunette school girl exuded that fresh, innocent vibe that turned heads, her tiny tits barely making a dent in the soft fabric. She spotted the old rotary phone on the side table, a relic from another era, and her curiosity piqued. Clarke Kent, her much-older Australian roommate, lounged on the worn leather couch, his broad shoulders filling out a simple white t-shirt, his salt-and-pepper hair tousled just right. He was in his late forties, with that rugged charm that came from years of life experience, and his eyes lit up as he watched her approach.
“What’s this ancient thing?” Selina asked, her voice light and teasing as she picked up the receiver, twirling the coiled cord around her finger. She leaned against the table, her perky ass pushing out slightly in those tight shorts.
Clarke chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He stood up, towering over her petite form, and closed the distance in two strides. “That’s a rotary phone, love. From back when men knew how to handle things properly. Want me to show you how it works?”
She nodded eagerly, her dark hair swaying. “Yeah, I’ve never seen one up close. Teach me?”
His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I can teach you a lot more than that. 18-year-old girls like you can learn heaps from older blokes like me.” He reached out, his large hand brushing her arm, and before she could react, he was dialing the phone with deliberate slowness, the clicks echoing in the quiet room. But his other hand wandered lower, tracing the hem of her tank top.
Selina’s breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the fabric, grazing her flat stomach. “What are you—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his Aussie accent thick and commanding. “Lesson one: anticipation.” He hung up the phone with a decisive click and turned to her fully, his body pressing close. In one swift motion, he gripped the bottom of her tank top and yanked it over her head, exposing her tiny tits. Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, small pink peaks begging for attention.
She gasped, but didn’t pull away, her cheeks flushing pink. Clarke’s eyes devoured her, his hands cupping those perky little mounds, thumbs circling the sensitive buds. “Fuck, these are perfect,” he growled, leaning down to capture one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly, making her arch into him. Selina moaned softly, her hands threading into his hair as he lavished her tiny tits with rough, experienced attention—pinching, twisting, sucking until they were swollen and glistening from his saliva.
“Clarke… that feels so good,” she whispered, her body already heating up. He switched to the other nipple, biting gently, drawing out whimpers that filled the room. His hands roamed lower, unbuttoning her shorts with expert ease and shoving them down her legs along with her panties. She stepped out of them quickly, now fully naked before him, her smooth, shaved pussy exposed and already damp with arousal.
He pushed her back against the side table, the rotary phone rattling slightly. “Time for the real lesson,” he said, dropping to his knees. His strong hands parted her thighs, and he buried his face between her legs without hesitation. Selina cried out as his tongue lapped at her folds, flat and broad, tasting her sweetness. He was relentless, sucking on her clit, then delving deeper to tongue-fuck her tight entrance. His experience showed—he knew exactly how to swirl around her most sensitive spots, making her hips buck against his mouth.
“Oh god, yes! Eat my pussy, Clarke,” she begged, her fingers gripping the table edge. He hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks through her core, his beard scraping deliciously against her inner thighs. He lapped up her juices, slurping noisily, one hand reaching up to tweak her nipple while the other slid two fingers inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot. Selina’s legs trembled, her amateur moans growing louder as he devoured her, pushing her toward the edge with masterful strokes.
She came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth. Clarke didn’t stop, licking her through the orgasm until she was panting and boneless. Finally, he pulled back, his chin slick with her essence, and stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Taste yourself on me later, yeah? But first, your turn.”
Selina’s eyes widened at the bulge straining his jeans. She sank to her knees eagerly, her school girl curiosity turning to bold desire. Her small hands fumbled with his zipper, pulling out his big white cock—thick, veined, and already throbbing. It was massive compared to what she’d seen before, the head leaking pre-cum. “Holy shit, it’s huge,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the shaft for a handjob, stroking slowly from base to tip.
Clarke groaned, his hand guiding her head closer. “Suck it, Selina. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.” She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the salty pre-cum from the slit. Then she took the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips stretching around his girth. Spit dribbled down her chin as she bobbed her head, taking more of him in, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit.
“Deeper, love,” he urged, his hips thrusting lightly. Selina relaxed her throat, pushing forward until his cock hit the back of her mouth, gagging slightly but persisting. She deepthroated him as best she could, her eyes watering, saliva coating his length in shiny strands. Clarke’s fingers tangled in her brunette hair, fucking her face with controlled pumps, praising her. “Good girl, just like that. You’re a natural.”
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and stroked him faster with her hand, twisting at the head. Then she dove back in, sucking harder, her tongue swirling under the shaft. Clarke’s breaths grew ragged, but he wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pulled her up, kissing her fiercely, tasting himself on her tongue.
“Bend over the couch,” he commanded, his voice husky. Selina obeyed, her tiny tits pressing into the cushions as she arched her back, presenting her ass. Clarke positioned himself behind her, rubbing his big white cock along her slick pussy lips. “You ready for this, teen?”
“Fuck yes, give it to me,” she replied, pushing back. He thrust in slowly at first, stretching her tight cunt inch by inch. Selina moaned loudly, the fullness overwhelming—his thickness filling her completely, hitting depths she’d never felt. Once buried to the hilt, he gripped her hips and started pounding in doggy style, his balls slapping against her clit with each deep stroke.
The room filled with the wet sounds of intercourse, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Clarke reached around to rub her clit, making her walls flutter. “Your cunt’s so tight, Selina. Made for my cock.” She pushed back to meet his thrusts, her tiny tits jiggling slightly, lost in the rhythm. He spanked her ass lightly, the sting adding to her pleasure, and she came again, screaming his name as her juices soaked his shaft.
Not done yet, Clarke pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the couch. “Ride me now. Show me how you take it.” Selina straddled him, her brunette hair cascading down as she lowered herself onto his cock. She gasped at the new angle, the head nudging her cervix. Bouncing slowly at first, she built speed, her hands on his chest for leverage, tiny tits bouncing with each drop.
Clarke thrust up to meet her, his hands roaming her body—squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this, riding my big cock.” Selina ground down, circling her hips, her pussy clenching rhythmically. Sweat glistened on their skin in the intimate indoor light, the rotary phone forgotten on the table as they lost themselves in the heat.
He sat up, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss while she rode harder, her moans muffled against his lips. Clarke’s hands guided her faster, the friction building unbearably. “I’m close, love. Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth… and on my face,” she panted, dismounting with a wet pop. She dropped to her knees again, handjobbing his slick cock furiously. Clarke stood, stroking himself as she opened wide, tongue out. He erupted with a groan, the first thick ropes of cum shooting across her face—splattering her cheeks, lips, and forehead in a messy facial. More cum landed in her mouth, filling it with his salty load.
Selina swallowed eagerly, the cum sliding down her throat, then licked the remnants from his tip, savoring the taste. A few drops dripped from her chin onto her tiny tits, marking her completely. Clarke watched, spent and satisfied, as she wiped her face with a finger and sucked it clean.
They collapsed together on the couch, breathing heavy. “So, what did you learn today?” he asked with a smirk.
Selina grinned, tracing a finger along his softening cock. “That I love huge cocks and older men. Can’t wait for the next lesson.”
But their afternoon wasn’t over. After catching their breath, Clarke’s hand wandered back to her pussy, fingers teasing her still-sensitive folds. “Fancy round two? I’ll show you how to really work that phone—make a call down under while I fuck you again.”
Selina laughed, her body already responding. She grabbed the rotary phone, dialing clumsily as he positioned her on all fours once more. His cock, hardening again, slid back into her from behind in doggy style. The clicks of the dial mixed with her moans as he pounded her, one hand holding the receiver to her ear like a joke, the other rubbing her clit.
“Hello? Yeah, I’m busy getting fucked by my roommate,” she gasped into the dead line, playing along. Clarke chuckled, thrusting deeper, his big white cock stretching her anew. He pulled her up by the hair, kissing her neck while railing her, his free hand mauling her tiny tits, rolling the nipples between rough fingers.
She hung up the phone, dropping it to the floor, and focused on the sensation—his girth splitting her open, the age gap making it all the more thrilling. Clarke flipped her onto her side, lifting one leg high to plunge in at a new angle, his balls slapping her ass. Selina’s hand reached down to play with her clit, heightening the pleasure as he fucked her relentlessly.
“Suck on these while I take you,” he ordered, offering his fingers slick with her juices. She obeyed, licking them clean, the taste of her pussy mixing with the lingering cum on her tongue. His pace quickened, the couch creaking under them, sweat dripping from his brow onto her back.
Another orgasm built in her core, crashing over her as he hit that perfect spot repeatedly. “Cum inside this time?” she begged, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. On your tits.” He pulled out, stroking his cock as she lay back, presenting her tiny mounds. Hot spurts of cumshot landed on her chest, coating her nipples in white ropes. Selina rubbed it in, moaning at the warmth, then brought her fingers to her mouth for another cum swallow.
Clarke wasn’t finished teaching. He guided her hand to his cock for a handjob, showing her how to twist and pump just right. Her small fingers worked him expertly now, spit-lubed from her mouth, until he was rock hard again. “Deepthroat me properly this time.”
Selina knelt, taking him all the way down her throat, gagging but holding, her nose pressing into his pubes. Tears streamed down her face from the effort, but she loved the challenge, the way he praised her amateur enthusiasm. He face-fucked her gently, then harder, spit flying everywhere.
Pulling off, she begged for more intercourse. Clarke obliged, laying her on the rug and entering her in missionary, his weight pinning her down deliciously. He sucked on her tiny tits while thrusting, biting the nipples as her legs wrapped around his waist. The old and young contrast fueled their passion—her youthful energy meeting his seasoned stamina.
“Ride me reverse now,” he said after a while, sitting back. Selina mounted him facing away, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank down on his cock. She bounced vigorously, her pussy gripping him tight, reaching back to fondle his balls. Clarke spanked her, the slaps echoing, urging her faster.
From this angle, he could see everything—her tight cunt swallowing his big white cock, juices dripping down his shaft. He thumbed her asshole teasingly, making her clench harder. Selina came again, her body shaking, but kept riding through it, determined to milk him.
Finally, Clarke took control, flipping her onto her stomach and mounting her prone, pounding deep in doggy style once more. His handjob from earlier had him edged perfectly; with a final thrust, he pulled out and aimed for her face. Cum erupted in powerful jets—facial glazing her features, some landing in her open mouth for her to swallow greedily.
Exhausted, they lay tangled, the rotary phone silent witness to their marathon. Selina’s body ached in the best way, marked by his touch—reddened tits, cum-streaked face, pussy throbbing from the thorough fucking. “Best lesson ever,” she murmured.
Clarke kissed her forehead. “Plenty more where that came from, school girl.”
