Studying was what I was really good at, but interest? It had to be field hockey. My dad was a great hockey player in his college days, but an untimely and serious knee injury prevented him from pursuing it as a career. Since young, I had been watching live, televised games and even highlights. Anything but playing it. I had to blame my mum for her overprotective nature and also my childhood asthma.

My high school hockey teams had been the district champions, for 5 consecutive years, the longest record in history. I was a regular attendee of the games, especially the female hockey team but for reasons other than my passion for hockey. The two star players in the team were seriously hot and sexy buxom babes. Jarelle with her long brown hair, the most kissable soft lips and sizeable C cup mounds, was my eye candy. She had a bubbly demeanour like a sunflower and was really attractive both personality and physically wise. On the other hand, Emy was probably the wet dream of many guys in school at that point. Emy had a devilish figure to boast. Being petite sized, her boobs stood out as they looked exceptionally big given her proportions.

However, a mass exodus happened for the male hockey team, as many of the first-team was poached by rival schools during my final year. It happened approximately 3 months, before season started in April. The coach had immediately held an emergency recruitment drive. There were many applicants who applied, noticeably for the wrong reasons. Like many others, I took it as an opportunity but I had real passion for it. There was some hesitancy in my selection due to my non-existent brawns, but my innate understanding of the game, rules and tactics convinced the coach. All I had to do was to bring my body up to speed with my mind for perfection execution.

In the earlier weeks, the studs were there to hit on the girls, while the geeks were staring and gawking at them openly. I could hardly blame them, as the girls were trophy girlfriend material. However, as time went by, trainings intensified and there were rumours that Emy was attached, leading to dwindling numbers.

Trainings were thrice a week, and I was slowly acclimatising to the physical rigour and demands. My coordination was improving and I was becoming a better player. I knew that I was still not up to speed, and had to work harder on my stamina and match-fitness.

On a fateful Saturday morning, I had decided to go to school to study before going for a run or some hockey practice. Coincidentally, I had met Jarelle at the school gate. She was decked in her jersey and I could see a hint of her pink sports bra.

"Hey, Ralph right? What are you doing in school on Saturday?" Jarelle asked.

"Oh I am here to train and study. You?" I replied happily.

"I am meeting Emy to work on our set pieces. What are you going to work on today?" She asked as we continued our way to the training ground.

"Hockey wise, perhaps some running, active drills. School wise, maybe some Chemistry, I am applying for higher Chemistry, so I guess I better put some work into it." I stated.

"Wow! I can't even cope with Chem. Do you think we can do a study session together or something? Please!" Jarelle pleaded.

There was no way I was going to reject. We had our first study session that day after training had ended, which was subsequently followed by more and more. Jarelle and I got to know each other better, and struck it off from there. We had many things in common, like interests, music, movies and food. Under the pretext of a study session, we often spend about 50% of the time studying, while the other half felt more like spending time together, having lunches/dinners, taking walks in the park and just chitchatting.

We eventually got together, much to the surprise of many and much to the frustration of Jarelle that I hadn't asked earlier.

That very weekend, Jarelle's parents were out of town for a business trip. Instead of going to the library or school for our usual study session, she had suggested that I went over as she had to "house-sit".

I reached approximately 15 mins before the agreed time. Jarelle opened the door, greeting me enthusiastically with a kiss on my lips. "Hello! You're early!" She was decked in a black spaghetti strap tank top, paired with jean shorts. Her longer slender legs and buxom cleavage were on show.

As usual, we talked a little during breakfast and thereafter, it wasn't long before we got into the groove of things and were engrossed in our own individual revisions. I was unable to focus on my revision, as I had been sporting a boner after I saw Jarelle's outfit. To make matters worse, when Jarelle bend down ever so slightly to write, I would be distracted by that extra bit of cleavage she was showing.

We decided to take a break halfway through our revision, turning on the television. Jarelle was leaning against me and from my angle, I could look directly down her tank top and I could see how her bra-cups were filled fully. I tried to restrain myself and not stare down directly. My rock-hard erection was spewing copious loads of pre-cum in my boxers.

"Looks like my boyfriend really appreciates my outfit today, and he's an obvious tit-man." Jarelle teased as she caught me staring down her top. She leaned in and gave me a kiss, pressing her soft tits into my chest. I let out a groan as my erection become even harder. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth, and Jarelle moaned out at the sudden invasion.

It wasn't long before we were exploring each others' mouth. Jarelle was squirming and her hands were placed on my thigh, inching higher and higher with every passing second. Emboldened by Jarelle's actions, I inched my hand upwards bit by bit, nearer and nearer to her boob. Jarelle had increased the ferocity of her kissing and as I slowly cup her boob in my palm, I squeezed and massaged it gently. Jarelle let out a moan at the contact and I took her hand and placed it at my hard cock.

"Oh baby you’re so hard already?” she moaned softly while rubbing my hard cock slowly.

"Fuck baby, your boobs feel so big." I groaned out. Her stroking of my cock felt so good.

“Continue .... touching my .... boobs baby, ” she whispered wantonly. At that point, I was manhandling her boobs, groping her as if my life depended on it. I kissed Jarelle, forcing my tongue into her mouth, in which she gleefully accepted and returned the kiss.

We were entangled in the lip-lock as Jarelle unbuckled my shorts and with some of my help pulled my boxers down, freeing my big angry hard cock. My 7.5" steel rod was standing up at full mask, glistening with the copious amounts of pre-cum I had been leaking. In response, I pulled down her right bra cup, exposing her perfect boob. How I imagined her boobs to be didn't do her boobs any justice. It was perfectly round, with a suitably sized nipple and areola, simply begging to be kissed.

Jarelle let out a small gasp, as she took in the size of my cock as well as her indecent exposure. "You're so big baby...." Jarelle whispered, grabbing my cock as she gave me a full-on handjob, stroking my cock in a cockscrew motion.

I took in the full glory of her naked, exposed boob before moving my mouth there. My other hand reached for her other boob, squeezing it lustfully. I was teasing her mercilessly, licking and kissing her right boob but missing her nipple altogether, while her left boob was roughly squeezed.

"Oh oh oh oh fuck baby you're making me so horny..." Jarelle squirmed endlessly and moaned out. Her handjob was losing finesse but it felt good nonetheless.

As I redirected my efforts solely on her nipples, Jarelle moaned louder and louder.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK.....” J moaned louder and louder as she orgasmed from my oral assault on her nipples.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, I kissed her ears and necks, while rubbing her nipples gently, giving her many mini-orgasms, as she shuddered in delight. "You look so fucking sexy baby." I told her, while molesting and groping her all over.

"That felt so good..." Jarelle panted out, taking the chance to get a firm grip on my cock. She used her fingers to spread the precum, while jerking my cock.

"Do you want me to take my top off?" Jarelle asked me, seeing how my gaze fixed on her exposed boob.

I nodded, furiously anticipating. She took her tank top off, leaving her clad in her sexy black bra. Her exposed right boob was pushed up by her bra cup, showing my cleavage.

"Fuck." I let out a guttural moan. Jarelle responded by pumping my cock faster and harder.

"I am going to cum soon baby if you keep that up," I moaned in delight and to warn Jarelle, as I felt my cum was about to boil over.

"You do love my boobs, don't you?" Jarelle asked.

"Fuck yes." I replied, lost in my moment of lust. I stood up in front of Jarelle, with my cock aimed right at her cleavage. I bent down to engage her in a lip-lock. Jarelle moaned out, seemingly getting my idea. I was leaking so much precum and her handjob was causing a few droplets on her boobs already.

“Oh baby... You're leaking all over my boobs already." Jarelle huskily said, "So cheeky of you. You want to finish all over my boobs?"

She pulled me even nearer to her and the tip of my cock was almost lying in between her cleavage. Her hand was shooting up and down my hard rod, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Cum all over my tits baby," she willed me as she stroked my cock harder and faster.

“CUMMING!” I shouted as I reached the point of no return.

My first spurt shot up her cleavage and went up all the way up to her neck and and the subsequently loads painted her boobs white.

"Fuck baby, you're cumming so much!" Jarelle exclaimed out as she continued jerking my dick all over her boobs and I was still shooting stream after stream of cum onto her boobs. By the time I was done, even her black bra had large cum streaks.