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Stephanie wants answers

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

As

the get together wound down, I hung back and helped clean up. Denny

attempted to do the same, but was finally hustled out of the house by

Roberto, who needed a ride home. It was Just Christine and I now, and as

we finished tidying up, we sat alone by the shallow end of the pool as

the sun got low in the sky.

"They're a nice group of kids," I said, kicking my feet in the water, "that Denny guy really has the hots for you, huh?"

She smiled an embarrassed smile and swiped her long hair back behind her ear.

"He's

harmless. He has the hots for everyone. He and Talia dated for a hot

second, but I think she might have been too much bite for his bark."

"Yeah,

she's something else," I said with a chuckle, "really nice, she

cornered me over by the pizza and wouldn't let me leave till we

exchanged screen names."

Christine

laughed, but there was a hesitation to her laugh; a reticence. Had that

cold pang of jealousy possibly hit her deep inside like it had me?

"So what's going on, Tim, you clearly have something on your mind," she said with a kind timber to her smoky voice.

"I did, I do. It's, Stephanie."

"The

girl from the limo?" she said, shifting her hips as one long leg

dangled down in the water. Christine knew Stephanie as my prom date. As

"the girl from the limo" ;  the girl she saw passionately sucking my

cock that night.

"Yeah," I said.

I swear I saw her lightly lick her lips.

From

there, I just vented fully. I told her everything. The whole story,

from the first time I heard Stephanie’s orgasmic moans to the night in

the limo, to my fracture with Tara, to the first time we had sex, all

the way through to the events of last night, Christine listened to it

all closely and intently.

"I'm sorry, that was, a lot," I said timidly once I finished.

"No,

no, don't apologize," she said as she scooted herself closer to me. She

placed her hand on my hand. "This is all really emotionally complex, I

totally get how much it's been weighing on you. It sounds to me like you

were willing to let Stephanie play some games with you, maybe you even

enjoyed it, but once she started affecting other people you cared about

it became too much, which is all totally understandable." I felt the

soft waves made by her dangling leg against my calf. "It sounds to me

like she's a very self conscious person, Tim; she wants to protect

herself from getting hurt, but she took it too far. I've always thought

honesty was the best option. You need to tell Stephanie how you feel,

because right now it's up to her to make it right."

"Yeah,

I don't know, I'm not really interested in talking to her right now." I

said, feeling Christine's thumb stroking the back of my hand.

"When you're ready, of course. Just try not to live with regret, whatever you do."

"Thanks, Christine, you're a great friend," I said, pulling her hand up to my mouth to kiss it.

"My pleasure. You've listened to my struggles enough times, I'm happy to listen to yours for once."

Her

struggles. I suddenly remembered her struggles. That internal conflict

between the godly and the carnal that caused her to break up with her

boyfriend in an attempt to stay pure, and led her to the front seat of

my car, a spasming cunt, and a mouthful of my cock.

"And how is 'your struggle,'" I floated.

I felt her wading foot brushing my leg as it glided back and forth in the water.

"I'm, losing," she said, looking up at me with an unmistakable look in her eyes: lust. "But I think I've found a new approach."

This

time there was no missing her tongue sneaking out to moisten her lips.

Her loose button down had fallen off one shoulder, giving me a

tantalizing peak at her bikini top.

"I

have desires, needs," she began as she started to run her hand up and

down my forearm very suggestively, "I know I can't deny them, but I

think I can at least deal with them responsibly, if I have someone

responsible who can help me."

My cock surged to life.

"Are

you a responsible person, Tim?" she said as her eyes bore a hole

through me. My friend, the pastor's daughter, the churchiest girl I

knew, was asking me something very, very sinful. And it was hot as fuck.

"Extremely." I croaked out.

"There are just certain, rules, we have to abide by, ok?" She said, her breath getting slightly ragged.

"Ok, Like what kind of rules?" I said, pulse quickening.

"We

can't have sex, in fact I can't let you touch my body at all,” she

said, dropping her head. My enthusiasm dropped. I wanted nothing but to

run my hands all over her gorgeous body, feel how wet she undoubtedly

was.

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine as she finished her statement.

“ but everything from the neck up is fair game."

My eyebrows shot up as quickly as my cock.

"Does

that work for you? Are you willing to help me get through the summer?"

she said, running her hands over my arm faster, practically jerking it

off.

"Why

me?" I asked dumbly. She was my friend, I knew how difficult this all

had been for her, and I didn't want my cock to do the thinking for me

here.

"Because

I trust you," she said in that smoky, erotic voice of hers, "I know you

won't cross any line I don't want to cross. I know you'll be,

respectful." That last line had enough syrup on it for a whole stack of

pancakes.

"The

neck up is fair game?" I said, hardly believing the offer in front of

me. All thoughts of Stephanie were gone from my head as I took in the

sight of this wanton, lusty church girl dying for release.

Her small bosom rose and fell heavily as she looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded.

I

decided to put things to the test. My eyes never leaving hers, I slowly

reached over with my free hand and softly caressed the curve of her

face. Her eyes shut. She exhaled a heavy sigh.

I

gently ran my thumb over her glistening lips, feeling how soft they

were. I felt Christine shake as a chill ran through her. I circled them

slowly, as if asking a question.

Christine's

eyes opened slowly. She looked at me, and as if answering that

question, parted her lips and took my entire thumb into her wet mouth

with a low moan.

Now it was my turn to shudder as a chill ran through my body.

Christine's

hands slid up and held my wrist steady as she worked my thumb in and

out of her mouth slowly. Eyes closed as if in rapture, she lolled my

thumb around in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, savoring every

inch that she dragged her lips along.

My pulse was racing, my breath was shallow, and my cock was rock hard, desperately fighting to get out of my swim trunks.

The

light of the low sun behind her framed her in a golden glow, her lovely

hair bouncing ever so slightly in the warm summer breeze. Her exposed

shoulder rocked forward as she sucked, daring me to touch her perfect

skin. Her rigid nipples protruded sharply against the fabric of her

bathing suit.

Looking

at this wanton beauty in front of me, this creature of goodness,

haunted by repressed lust, I had had enough. I didn't want to take

advantage, but she had rationalized it enough in her own head. This is

what she wanted. And she wanted me, trusted me, to be the one to help

her.

How could I ever refuse?

My

thumb slipped out of her wet mouth with a slight slurp, I reached my

fingers back along her face to the back of her neck, and pulled her

gently, but firmly, into a hot kiss.

A

sigh of relief leapt out of her body excitedly as our lips touched, and

almost instantly I felt the warm wriggle of her tongue plunge into my

mouth. It was neeful. It was aggressive.

I felt her hand grip the inside of my thigh. I groaned in pleasure, and my hand slipped down onto the flat of her upper chest.

Christine immediately pulled away from our kiss.

"I'm serious, Tim, really, neck up only." She said assertively, but not angrily.

"I'm

sorry, it was an accident, really," I stammered. She understood my

dilemma. This was new to both of us, and there was going to be a bit of

an adjustment period. "But I mean, at the same time,” I said, gesturing

down to her hand gripping my inner thigh mere inches below my balls.

She

smiled a coy, sexy smile, and leaned in close enough to whisper "The

rules are You can't touch Me below the neck." I felt her hand start to

slide up my thigh. "Is that going to be ok with you?"

My cock surged at the double standard. The church had taught her well.

I slowly slipped my hand up the back of her neck, and lightly grasped a hand full of her long, brown hair right at the root.

"So this is ok?" I said, pulling slightly.

Christine's mouth hung open as she gasped.

"Yes," she said through ragged breath, "very ok."

I matched her smile with my own and pulled her back in for another kiss.

Our tongues sparred breathlessly again, and her hand slipped closer to my balls.

Gripping

her hair tighter, I tipped her head back, revealing her long, elegant

neck. A devilish smile broke out on her lips with an accompanying gasp.

I

leaned in and began peppering my lips and tongue all over the soft

exposed flesh of her neck. From the hollow above her collar bone up to

the tip of her chin, I treated her entire neck the same way I treated

Stephanie’s cunt, and by the sounds Christine was making, it was having a

similar effect.

Her

hand finally gripped my balls through my trunks. She squeezed. I

moaned. I felt her throat shuffle beneath my lips as she swallowed some

air in near rapture.

Suddenly

Christine pushed me back, and in a flash she was on top of me.

Straddling my hips, our lips met again, but this time there was a new

sensation: pressed tight against my cock, gyrating, grinding, was

Christine's hot cunt, covered only by the thin material of bathing suit

bottoms and short shorts.

My

hands still tight in her hair, I tipped her head back again, redoubling

my efforts on her neck with my lips and tongue as the preacher's

daughter rubbed her cunt against my iron-hard cock. I could tell from

the way her hands gripped and grabbed at me that pleasure was shooting

through her young body.

This was going to be tougher than she thought to play by her rules, I think. This girl clearly wanted to fuck.

As

if she read my mind, Christine all of a sudden rolled herself off of

me, and each sucked in air catching our breath. We chuckled at what was

transpiring between us, two friends from church, and I watched as

Christine ran a cleansing hand around her face, down her neck, over her

breasts, across her flat stomach, and down between her legs before

quickly pulling away. It made me a little bit sad to see how quickly she

removed her hand from between her legs. Christine was clearly a very

sexual girl, but her upbringing and religion made her push that part of

her so far down. I wondered if she had ever even masturbated before.

Wanting

nothing more than to make her feel good now, I leaned back in toward

her, but her hand on my chest stopped my advancement. She gently pushed

me back to my seated position, legs dangling in the water.

Dipping

in to kiss me once, that devilish smile returned to the church girl's

face, and in one smooth motion she slipped her lithe body into the water

of the pool.

Being

in the shallow end, the water barely came up to the crotch of her

pants. As she waded her way over to me, the waves lapped at her ass

deliciously.

There

was a fire in her eyes now of pure want. Running her hands impatiently

up my thighs, she grasped onto the waistband of my swim trunks and began

to pull. Not wanting to stand in the way of what this girl needed, I

lifted my hips and shimmied slightly as Christine removed my pants

completely, freeing my hard, straining cock to the warm evening air.

Never

taking my eyes off my proud, erect cock, Christine pushed my legs

apart, and sank to her knees between them. A single step ran along the

bottom edge of the pool, and when on her knees, this brought the warm,

lapping water right up to the bottom of her small breasts, and put her

in perfect cocksucking position.

But

there was something else as well. Before she even touched me,

Christine's eyes closed breathlessly, and a pleasurable grin pulled at

her lips. Her hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs, and I watched her

shift and gyrate as if searching for the perfect position. When her

eyes shot open with a gasp and I felt her nails dig into my thighs I

knew she had found it: Christine had positioned herself perfectly so the

pulsing spray of the pool jet hit her directly on the clit.

Invigorated

by the new source of pleasure, her hands closed in on me from either

side, and I finally felt Christine's fingers wrap around the length of

my dick.

Now it was my turn to moan.

Her

hands played with me gently, stroking my shaft, squeezing my big, full

balls, all while the pool jets peppered her cunt with a constant stream

of pressurized water. She giggled, she smiled. She shook with small

euphoric shocks.

My

cock still in her hands, she leaned up and kissed me on the lips.

Almost like a signal that things were about to really heat up, she

pulled away from our kiss, licked her lips wet, dropped her head down

and took the tip of my cock into her salivating mouth.

I gasped loudly.

Holding

my shaft and balls firmly, not stroking, not squeezing, Christine

suckled at the head of my cock with delight. Pressure built in my tip,

flaring it out purple and desperate. Her lips and tongue danced around

it like she was desperately trying to save a melting ice cream.

The

entire universe was in the swollen end of my cock, and Christine made a

meal out of it. Wet tongue sliding in circles around it, teasing the

underside, closed lips sucking in short bursts like I was her own

personal lollipop; it felt amazing.

I

was squirming with each suckle, with each lash of her tongue, and the

building pressure made my tip extremely sensitive. It wasn't going to

make me cum, but it was an overwhelming sensation of acute pleasure I

had never quite experienced before.

As

Christine sucked, she let out soft moans and squeals and her hips

continued to shift and roll. She was riding that jet stream toward a big

orgasm, and for the first time in my life I felt jealousy toward an

inanimate object. I wished that jet stream was my tongue, my fingers, my

cock. I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to feel her spasm around me

when she came, but I was respectful. I had to be respectful.

The pressure in my cock throbbed.

A

long, low cry leapt from Christine's throat, and all at once her hands

released me. The relief shot through my body in a rush of endorphins,

but it was quickly replaced by more mounting pleasure as Christine

snaked down lower and the length of my cock plunged into the warm bath

of her salivating mouth.

Waves

of sensation crashed over me as she began to bob her head up and down

my shaft, lips sliding smoothly over my slick skin. My cock never fully

exited her mouth as she worked, and we became a singular pleasure

machine as her steadily bobbing, sucking mouth worked in deliberate time

with the thrust of her hips against the jet stream.

Her

squeaks and moans were getting longer and more desperate. Her hands

frantically ran over my body as she lavished wet penetration on my cock.

My balls were starting to churn and boil, and I felt that delicious

spring starting to coil in my loins.

"Fuck, Christine," I practically shouted

"Um Hmm" she cried in affirmation and encouragement

"fuck!""

"Um Hmm!"

I

felt her body shake and vibrate, and suddenly her mouth pulled off my

cock with a wet pop! Her hands quickly took over, stroking me,

frantically gasping for air.

"I'm gonna cum!" she cried, lost in the sensation of the jet stream between her legs. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!"

Hearing

the pastor's daughter, this paragon of virtue, cry out in wanton lust

that she was about to cum while stroking my big, hard cock was the last

straw.

"Fuck, me too, Christine," I bellowed along with her "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Still lost in her cresting orgasm, she pressed the flaring head of my cock to her cheek as she continued to stroke me.

"My face," She gasped, "PLEASE!"

Then her orgasm hit her. Hard.

She

stopped stroking and her whole body froze as waves of pleasure passed

over her, but it didn't matter; The image of the pastor's daughter

hugging my throbbing cock against her cheek begging me to cover her face

in semen was to much to resist, and I erupted in streams of hot, white

joy.

I

cried out in a long moan as the first rope of cum leapt out of my cock,

leaving a thick, white ribbon up the side of Christine's flushed

cheeks, and into her hair. My cock spasmed hard again, arching a second

thick rope across the bridge of her nose and forehead.

Christine's

mouth hung open in pleasure, but she must have registered what was

happening, as her hands began squeezing and stroking again, desperate to

pull more cum out of my spasming balls.

My body tensed in pleasure again, and two more hot ropes streaked across her cheek and nose in quick succession.

As

I continued to spurt and pulse, my cum began to slip down Christine's

face. Sliding down, a load of it caught the lip of her open mouth, and

hung there momentarily, dangling, before Christine's mouth closed around

it, and her tongue snuck out to lick her lips clean.

Here

in the moment, both lost in orgasm and release, there was nothing on

our minds but pleasure. I could tell by the way Christine's brow

scrunched as she painted her face with my seed that any conflicted

thoughts, any worry about the "right" thing to do, any concern about her

eternal soul, or the opinions of fellow church goers, or even the

opinion of her father, were gone from her mind.

I

knew this because my mind was in an identical place. Christine and I

had taken each other's hand and traveled together to this wonderful

place where white hot release was the only priority. Gone were the

struggles with Stephanie, the conflict with Tara, the heartbreak with my

step mom Kelly.

Only our pleasure. Only our cum. Only us.

And as quickly as it started, it was over.

The white light behind my eyes faded, and suddenly we weren't the center of the universe anymore.

Christine

continued to slowly and lovingly stroke my cock as we made our descent,

and for a moment I felt bad. Freed from the mind-bending need to cum,

all the horniness of the moment was gone.

Looking

down, here was my friend, this lovely young woman just trying to do the

right thing, and her beautiful face was covered in my semen.

What had I just done?

But

then a smile formed on Christine's lips. Again, almost as though she

could read my mind, she took my softening cock back into her mouth, and

looked me straight in the eyes as she gently suckled me.

Those eyes. Serious. Purposeful. Smoldering. They told me this is what she wanted. This is what she needed.

Suddenly

those doubts and worries vanished, and the cum-splattered visage of my

angelic friend became nothing but highly erotic. I felt the chemicals

boil in my brain; I wanted this too, and I couldn't wait to do it again.

Sensing

we had an agreement, Christine slowly slipped her lips off me for a

final time. She reveled in the mess we had made. A long, slow, satisfied

sigh streamed out of her, and she began to giggle.

So did I.

"Was that respectful enough for you?" I said through a thick chuckle.

I

could see her cheeks begin to flush red beneath the cum lashed about

her face. She swiped her tongue across her lips again, tasting more of

my seed and giggled again, nodding her head.

We both broke out in a fit of laughter. This had been quite the evening.

Then,

pushing away from me, Christine waded out into the water of the pool.

She shot me one more naughty smile that said "take a last look," and

then dunked herself completely. When she reemerged, her hair was slicked

back and wet, and all traces of the sin we shared had been washed away.

"Good as new," she said with another knowing giggle.

I just smiled, took off my shirt, and slipped naked into the warm pool water to join her.

I

drove home with the warm night breeze pouring in through the open

windows of my car. I thought about what we had just experienced.

Specifically I thought about the conversation we had afterward.

We sat close on the steps of the pool, the water lazily lapping against our half-submerged bodies.

"Why do you, like that?" I said kindly, looking over at my beautiful friend.

"Why do I like what, oral sex?" She said, clearly dodging the question.

"No," I chuckled, "you know what I mean."

She smiled that knowing, half-embarassed smile.

"Why

do I like, cum on my face?" She said in a low, dusky tone. Even after

all this it sent a tingle to my balls when this good church girl used

naughty words.

I nodded

"Why, do you think it's something bad?" She said in a syrupy reply.

"No,

no, not at all," I stammered, making sure to not fuck up my chances for

a repeat, "It's just, with everything you Will do, and everything you,

won't,” I followed up, diplomatically, “ I'm just a little surprised

you're into something so,” I searched for the word.

"Dirty?" She volunteered.

"Yeah," I responded back softly.

Her gaze got distant for a moment, and a soft smile pulled at her lips.

"I

think," she began, pausing, "I'm just so turned around when it comes to

sex, that I think part of me might need something taboo to take the

place of going all the way." She shifted closer to me now, and I could

feel her hard nipple pressing into my arm. "And I mean, it's exciting.

Very rewarding. I'm very task-oriented, and I like the feeling of a job

well done."

We both laughed

"Did you used to do it with Eric?" I inquired, not knowing if she wanted to broach that subject

She nodded.

"Sometimes.

If we hadn't seen each other in a while, or if things were just extra

hot and heavy sometimes he'd ask for it." She said, wistfully, "I don't

think he even knew how much I enjoyed it though."

"You never asked for it?"

She shook her head and I asked why.

"I

was worried it was a slippery slope; that if I let my, desires, become

too open that we'd just keep going, and not be able to stop ourselves."

"But we can stop ourselves?" I said, practically whispering.

"We have rules. Rules that we'll follow."

She leaned in close, our cheeks practically touching

"Unless you want to put an end to this right now" she breathed.

"No," I breathed back, "absolutely not."

"Good,"

she said, and pressed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Our

tongues pitched and rolled together, and my hand caressed her, from the

neck up only.

"Fuck,

Christine, I'm gonna cum; should I stand up, or,” I looked down at her

hand that had been stroking my renewed erection through this whole

relaxed conversation, the erection whose thick head reached out an inch

or so from the water.

I made a motion to get into position, if she wanted me to spurt on her face once more, but she stopped me.

"No,

that's ok, Tim," she said, dipping her head down towards my cock as my

body began to tremble, "I want to swallow you this time."

I

felt those tender lips envelope the head of my cock once more, joining

her stroking hands, and I clasped a hand gently onto the back of her

neck as my riotous balls gave Christine's sweet mouth exactly what she

wanted.

"Could

we stop ourselves?" I thought as I parked the car in my usual spot at

home. I think that we could. We were becoming extremely intimate

extremely fast, it was true, but ultimately I think we both knew we were

just using each other as a means to an end. Not in a bad, untoward way,

but in a "two friends helping each other out" kind of way. And if

helping my friend meant occasionally letting her suck my cock and stroke

my cum onto her face, then who was I to complain?

Only

after I entered the house did I realize I hadn't even looked up at

Stephanie’s unit when I got home. She wasn't on my mind at all. Mission

accomplished.

Walking

past the kitchen, I heard my Step mom Kelly laughing and giggling as

she finished up a phone call. She was in a great mood.

"What's the good news?" I said, cruising in to get a glass of water. The light beaming from Kelly's face was blinding.

"That was Brian," she said through a poorly-stifled smile, "we're getting back together!"

My eyes shot wide.

I needed to talk to Alexa.

Chapter 17: Christine provides relief, and Kerri has a proposition.

Walking

through the local big-box department store on Wednesday afternoon, I

lazily gazed at shelves full of stuff I didn't need as I thought back to

the conversation I had had with my step sister Alexa.

Her

mom Kelly, my step-mom, had just gotten back together with her

boyfriend, a guy named Brian. They had broken up for reasons that were

as yet unknown, but most likely had to do with the fact that Brian,

completely coincidentally and before he had even met Kelly, had taken

Alexa’s virginity while she was at college. And that's not even speaking

of the fact that I had secretly seen Brian in a threeway fuck fest with

Kelly's best friend and her husband (also before he met Kelly).

A sticky situation to be sure.

Alexa

and I should have been happy the relationship ended, but the truth was

that neither of us had seen Kelly this happy since when my dad was still

alive. It was weird, it felt kinda wrong, but honestly we wanted what

was best for our mom, full stop.

So I tasked Alexa with finding a way to make it right, and it seems like she had.

I cornered her the following morning and demanded to know what had happened.

No

matter how I poked and prodded, "I took care of it," was all she would

volunteer. What did that mean? Did she chew him out for breaking her

mom's heart? Did she make an honest plea to maintain her mom's

happiness? She couldn't have, there's no way she fucked him again,

right? That would be, no way.

I

still couldn't believe she had fucked him the FIRST time. Not even

counting the insane unfortunate coincidence we were currently dealing

with, I had seen that guy's cock, and it was noT small. And it was her

first!

Wandering over to the bed and bath section, I perused the hand towels.

I

still hadn't spoken to Steph; I was still too mad; but then yesterday,

just after dinner, my phone buzzed and there it was, the first salvo of

trying to re-establish contact.

"Hi."

I ignored it.

Twenty minutes later my phone buzzed again.

"Please"

I ignored it. Deep down I didn't want to, but I couldn't talk to her yet. I wasn't ready.

Stephanie

wasn't normally one to plead for anything, but I knew this was a

special occasion: this was her last week at home. Next Monday she was

off to college early so she could get a jump on her credits. Clearly she

didn't want to leave on bad terms. Neither did I, but I just wasn't

ready. I had to resist.

That's why as soon as I saw Stephanie’s text, I texted Christine.

The

other night in the pool, after she swallowed my second cum load of the

evening, I asked her about how often she thought we might have these

rendezvous. The prospect of limiting it to Sundays after church made my

cock twitch with devilish irony, but I was hoping she'd suggest

something more frequent.

"I

think 'as-needed' is the best prescription here, don't you?" she said,

and I agreed. If one of us needed the support or the distraction, the

other was just a short text message away.

This was one of those times.

My phone buzzed as I browsed, and I quickly checked the message.

"Ok, room 3" It read.

I grabbed the cheapest hand towel I could find, and walked quickly over to the fitting rooms.

Seeing no one around, I walked down to room number three and tapped lightly.

The door flung open, and Christine grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me inside.

It was barely a moment before her lips were on mine, and our tongues writhed around in each other's mouths.

Obeying

the "neck-up only" rules, I gripped her hair at the root, and pulled

her head back so I could kiss and nibble at her neck. Her hand instantly

dropped to my cock, which had been brought erect by her erotic, smokey

moans and squeaks as I lavished her neck.

Pulling

away, she sat down on the bench in front of the mirror, made quick work

of my belt, button, and zipper, and yanked my pants down my legs. My

cock bounced free as it strained upwards and outwards.

Christine sighed pleasantly and licked her lips.

I sighed myself as her hands gripped my shaft, and then again when she leaned forward and took me into her hot, wet mouth.

Her

quick pace slowed as I touched down between her lips. She moaned loudly

and stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling of my thickness filling

her mouth. There was no head bobbing, no stroking, just slowly sucking

on me like a naughty candy cane.

Snapping out of her apparent lusty trance, she pulled off me with a loud pop, and sat back.

"We've gotta be quick about this, ok?" She said, pulling her red employee polo up and over her head.

I

nodded, staring down at her lovely modest tits held together

deliciously in a hot pink bra. I had never seen her naked tits. I wanted

to see them very badly, but we were in a rush. Besides, the perfect

round cleavage formed by her bra was making me very horny, and I wanted

to ride that wave.

Smiling

that devilish smile of hers at me, she put her hair up in a messy bun

and dipped forward, taking my cock between her lips once more.

She

sucked with purpose, squeezing my balls, stroking my shaft in time with

her bobbing head. Good lord I loved how this girl sucked cock. You

could tell she truly enjoyed it, truly enjoyed giving pleasure. This was

not going to take long at all.

As

the pleasure started to build inside me, one hand grabbed the back of

her head lightly, guiding her up and down as she blew me.

"Is this ok?" I said, and felt an affirmative moan vibrate my shaft.

Her

mouth and hands were a machine, and with each suck and stroke, thoughts

of Stephanie were pushed further and further from my mind. There were

only Christine's hands and mouth; those hands I had seen so many times

clasped together in prayer, that mouth I had heard singing hymns of

worship now worshiping my cock.

"Oh,

oh, oh,” I started to choke out, balls coiling tightly as I repeatedly

penetrated her mouth, "Oh..oh..fuck, Christine, I'm gonna cum!" I

bellowed in a whisper.

I

raced right up to the edge, and then Christine slid forward off the

bench, dropping down onto her knees in front of me. She didn't say

anything; she didn't need to; I knew exactly what she wanted.

Her

hands sped frantically up and down my wet cock, and for a split second I

couldn't believe where I was. Just a few weeks ago Christine was

nothing more than my friend from church, the girl I got milkshakes and

french fries with, the one who would commiserate with me about

relationship problems, and now there I was sneaking into a changing room

at her work so we could,

I

looked down at Christine's wanton face, eyes closed, head tipped back,

mouth open, nipples hard, and then suddenly a thick white lash streaked

across the bridge of her nose.

An

open-mouthed moan welcomed this first salvo. My balls squeezed hard,

and four more hot ropes leapt out my cock, each one accompanied by a

deep grunt from me. The first drew a thick, white line up across her

cheeks, practically reaching her ear; the second whipped wildly to the

side, splashing over her jawline and neck; the next two arched into her

open mouth, barely making it in, leaving a thick train of jizz hooking

onto her bottom lip and running down to the tip of her chin.

Her

hands never left my cock. She pumped me rhythmically as pure pleasure

rushed out of my body. The corners of her open mouth pulled up into a

wide smile as she stroked the last weak dribbles out over her knuckles.

I

always worried that cumming on a girls' face would be too dirty, too

degrading, that it would be something better left to the fantasy of

porn, but that smile on her splattered face told me the truth. She liked

it. She was having fun.

This repressed church girl was something else.

Both of us relaxed backward, breathing heavy, as the intensity of the moment faded.

Looking

over at Christine, I could see the extent of my art as she leaned back

against the bench. The bright lights of the fitting room made the

streaks on her face sparkle, highlighting the dollop hanging from her

chin, and the long strand that stretched thinly down her neck and onto

her collar bone. I watched her neck pulse as she closed her sticky mouth

and swallowed the pool of my load that made it into her mouth. The

dollop on her chin dropped down and splattered squarely in her cute

cleavage.

My spent cock twitched. God, I wanted to see those tits.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My mind was blank. It was glorious.

"Oh,

wow," I heard meekly. Opening my eyes, I saw that Christine had turned

around. Still on her knees, she was looking at herself in the mirror.

She was transfixed by what she saw.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Yeah,

it's just,” she began, as one hand drifted up to delicately touch the

white streak gripping her neck, “ I've never actually seen it, never

seen myself, I mean, like this."

"Never?"

"No,

I never wanted to," she continued, as her fingers danced over her neck,

"I was ashamed. I never wanted to admit I enjoyed it."

"And

now?" I asked in a low tone. Her eyes clicked up to meet mine in the

mirror, and I saw the unmistakable pressure of lust behind them. She

said nothing; that look spoke volumes.

And

then suddenly it was gone. As if a wave crashed over her, the lust was

gone, and Christine looked away from the mirror as she began to

nervously shuffle. She was trying to forget the feeling. There was still

some shame there.

"We need to get going," She said, fumbling past her discarded top, looking for the towel I brought.

I

don't know if it was the endorphin hangover, or the rush of seeing the

pastor's daughter silently admit that she liked the way she looked

covered in cum, but there was something intensely erotic about watching

this half naked girl, on her knees, at her place of work, wiping my

semen from her face and body.

"Do

you need this?" she said, handing me the towel. I gave my cock a quick

wipe, and began to pack it away. I watched her slip her red polo back

on, the fabric not thick enough to hide how hard her nipples still were.

I took a step toward her, trying to diffuse her nervous energy.

"Thank you; I needed that. It was really fun." I said sincerely. Christine smiled and relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, it was," she beamed.

"But what about you?" I asked, my fingers mischievously running along the waist of her pants.

Smiling an embarrassed smile, she playfully pushed my hand away "I'll be fine, we can deal with me next time," she chuckled.

Reaching

up, I held the side of her face lovingly. Our smiles faded, and our

eyes connected. We kissed. It was comfortable and safe.

As

I drew back my hand, I felt a wetness on my thumb; a thick, white

wetness. Christine had missed a spot. We both looked down at my thumb,

then back up at each other.

That

lusty look returned to Christine's eyes just for a moment, and without

saying anything she leaned forward and took my entire thumb into her

mouth. She drew her lips off it agonizingly slowly. When she was done,

the dollop of cum was gone.

I didn't know how to react.

Christine

just smiled again, tossed me the towel, and said "I gotta go. Don't

forget to use the self-checkout when you leave with this, noT the

regular check out!"

I got one more peck on the cheek, and then she was gone, back to work.

As

I made my way through the self checkout, I thought about how efficient

this system of hooking up at work was. I wondered how many towels I'd

end up purchasing this summer. I wondered how many towels Eric had

bought over the years.

Thursday morning I awoke refreshed, but no clearer in my head about what had been going on.

Two messages on my phone from Stephanie, both left unanswered by me.

In

the bathroom, I glanced out the window across the way to Sarah's room.

She was in there. Despite how angry I was at her and Stephanie, I

couldn't deny how amazing her body was. Black spandex over sultry hips,

orange sports bra holding up her amazing breasts; she was going for a

run.

I saw an opportunity.

Catching

her outside as she was stretching, I asked if I could join her. She

smiled and said of course. We chatted and stretched, and then headed off

on our route.

As

we ran, my mind raced, turning over and over trying to figure out what I

was going to say to her. There were lots of things she didn't know. She

didn't know Tara and I watched her take her then-boyfriend's cock deep

in her cunt and get showered in his cum; She didn't know I had seen her

and Tara fuck at the party; that I had seen their naked bodies press and

writhe against each other; that I had seen her orgasm against my best

friend's tongue. Most of all however, she didn't know that I knew that

her relationship with Tara was a sham; that she was put up to it by

Stephanie to take Tara away from me.

That was about to change.

We

stopped, breathless, at our halfway point. We stretched and bent, and

the heaving of her ample chest as she breathed almost took my eyes off

my mission. Almost.

"So, you and Tara, huh?" I began, finally, through heavy breaths.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up," she said with a smile, "surprised?"

"I didn't even know you liked girls!" I lied.

"I'm full of surprises," she said with a sly wink. Ugh, she is so hot.

no; FOCUS!

"So how's that going?" I said, lining up my shot.

"It's going really well, actually," she said with enthusiasm, "We're having a lot of fun."

I'll say. I had seen that fun first hand. It was hot.

"That's great," I said casually before dropping the hammer: "Does she know your relationship is bullshit?"

Sarah froze mid-stretch. I watched her contemplate her next move.

"What are you talking about?" She said, unconvincingly

"Come on, don't bullshit me," I said incredulously, "Stephanie told me everything."

Sarah stopped stretching and sat on a nearby rock, visibly upset.

"What

was your plan, fuck around with the easy goth girl until Stephanie left

for school and then dump her cold turkey?" I practically barked, "How

could you do that to a person? How could you do that to her?"

"No, that's not it at all, I,” Sarah fumbled for an explanation.

"She really likes you, you know," I said with bile.

Sarah hung her head momentarily then looked up at me.

"I

really like her too, Tim," She said quietly, "I like her a lot. I'll

admit, yes, I asked her out as a favor to Stephanie, and as a favor to

you too"

"What?" I scoffed, "how was it a favor to me?"

"I

knew how mixed up you were about Stephanie, and how hard she can be to

pin down, and I thought that maybe if you guys had time to just focus on

each other that you could actually make something of it together."

I started to pace slightly. "Why does everyone keep saying that Tara is a distraction for me?"

Sarah gave me a look that said "are you serious?"

It didn't land with me.

"Regardless," she continued, "it may have started out, less than honestly, but I'm not lying to you; I really do like her."

"What the fuck is wrong with Stephanie?" I fumed, "why would she do something like this? On what planet, "

"Because

she's afraid," Sarah said. It stopped my pacing, but didn't lessen my

anger. "She really likes you, Tim, and she, doesn't know how to handle

it. She doesn't get attached to people. She's attached to you. She talks

a big game when it comes to flings and affairs, but feelings, are a new

territory for her. She's afraid she's going to lose you."

I took it all in. Stephanie was cocky, but she had finally met her romantic match it seems, in me.

Yeesh. It was a lot to process.

"I don't know, Sarah, she may have already lost me with all this."

"At

least talk to her, Tim," Sarah said compassionately, "if she leaves on

Monday and you two haven't worked things out, I don't think it'll be

good for either of you."

She was probably right. I don't know if we could fix things, but we couldn't leave things as awkward as they were.

"I gotta go," I said quietly and Started to make my way back toward the trail.

"Are you going to tell Tara?" Sarah said after me.

I paused. What do I do? Do I tell my best friend the truth and break her heart? Or do I lie to her?

"No," I said finally, "but if you break her heart, "

Neither of us needed me to finish that sentence.

I ran off alone, leaving Sarah with her thoughts.

That night, hanging out with Mike, Kerri, Tara, and a couple others, I had other things on my mind.

We

were watching a movie and having some drinks at Kerri's house, but I

barely even registered what was happening on the screen. I remember it

was a horror movie, based on the way Tara would jump and squirm against

me at the scary parts. Despite her cool, gothy exterior, Tara got scared

pretty easily at movies, each shriek or squeak followed by a delighted

giggle of release. She gripped my arm tightly, but between the booze and

my troubled mind, I hardly noticed.

Milling around and talking after the movie, what I Did register was that Kerri was paying a lot more attention to me than usual.

We

were friends by proxy of her relationship with Mike, but there was

still some distance between us; if they ever broke up, I doubt we'd

continue to hang out. I hadn't seen Kerri since the graduation party,

and to say that night we crossed a threshold would be an understatement.

I had stumbled upon her, tits out, riding Mike's cock in the backseat

of my car. There had been no embarrassment there, no shame, in fact it

almost seemed like she got a thrill out of it. I didn't know exactly how

she felt about it, but I did know she didn't tell Mike it was

happening.

My

phone had buzzed, and I opened it to find yet another text from

Stephanie. I needed some air. I looked at Tara, thinking maybe she'd

join me, but her head was buried in her own phone, typing away with a

smile on her face. No doubt texting with Sarah, she seemed happy, and I

didn't want to bother her. I went out onto the porch alone.

After a minute or so I heard the door creak open, and out walked Kerri.

"Hey," She said in a soft, kind tone, "you ok?"

Kerri

and I had never really talked. We had shared that moment at the party,

but had never discussed it. In fact, we had never really discussed much

of anything. We were friendly and polite, but we never had a real

conversation outside of casual group hang outs. That's why it surprised

me a bit when she followed me outside.

"Yeah I'm ok," I lied, "just a lot on my mind."

"Yeah, Mike told me things were rocky with Stephanie, I'm sorry to hear that," she said, leaning her hip against the railing.

Her

hips. My god, this girl had a body on her. Thick and strong from years

of playing soccer, but still curvy in all the right places. I thought

back to that night at the graduation party, back to the image of her big

breasts bouncing deliciously as she rode Mike's cock.

"Thanks," I managed to eke out.

"Are

you guys, still together?" She asked, shifting herself beneath her crop

top sweater. It hung off the tips of her breasts, the hem stopping just

shy of her waist line, a sliver of stomach peeking out beneath it.

"I don't know," I said. I was being honest. I had no idea where we were. "All I know is she's leaving for school on Monday."

"Well

there's still time to fix things, then," she said hopefully, "but don't

wait too long, I know you're angry now, but trust me, you'll be angrier

later if you start living with regret."

I smiled. She wasn't wrong. She was a good friend.

"Hey,

I wanted to talk to you about something," she continued, running a hand

through her long, curly hair. I think I knew where this was going.

"It's about, the other night."

Bingo.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I was a little drunk and I should have; "

"No,

no, don't apologize," she said, stopping me, "I actually, um, well I

was wondering if you might be willing to help me with something."

My eyebrow popped up, interest piqued. "Like, what?"

"Well,"

she began, tapping her tongue against her teeth, "I mean, I really like

Mike, and sex with him has been really fun, but,” she trailed off.

"He,” she paused as she considered decency, then chose to ignore it.

"I'm not cumming when we have sex."

I shifted in my seat, a tingle growing in my balls.

"Oh?" I responded

"Like, the sex is good, but he always cums before I do, and he doesn't exactly finish the job."

"Well that's no good - have you tried to talk to him about it?"

"I

tried, but he got really huffy about it. I think he's embarrassed. I

know I'm his first, and he hasn't quite figured it out yet."

The phrasing of that statement implied that Mike was not her first. I instantly found myself wondering who else had fucked her.

"So you want me to talk to him?" I said, not sure where this was going.

"No,

not exactly," she said, her tone getting lower, "the other night, in

the car, it was fun, but I was nowhere close to cumming,” she took a

step toward me “ until I saw you watching us."

"Oh?" I gulped again. My pants were getting tight.

"Yeah,"

she said with a wry smile, "the rush of someone watching, of you

watching, it was so hot. It turned me on so much, and I was getting so

close, but Mike was too far gone and I couldn't get there."

"Kerri, you're my friend's girlfriend, I don't think we should,” I began, but she cut me off

"No, no, no, I don't want to sleep with you," she said, "I just want you to, watch."

"What?" I said in disbelief, "does Mike know about this?"

"No, and he CAN'T know about it. It'd crush his ego. I just need you, I need you to watch us fuck so I can cum. Please."

"I don't know, Kerri," I said, my cock like iron in my pants

"You

don't even have to do anything!" she said excitedly, "I just need to

know you're there." Her tone dropped again as she continued. "It was so

hot when you were watching us. It turned me on so much, "

I could see her nipples pushing through her crop top.

"You'd

be doing it for him as much as me," she said, shifting her legs

together nervously, "he's gonna feel like the king of the world."

I

thought about it. It wouldn't be the first time I watched my friends

fuck with only one of them knowing, but MIke was my buddy, I didn't want

to lie to him! But also, she's right, if he makes her cum he's going to

feel like a million dollars. And selfishly I would like to see the rest

of her body, to see what she looks like when she orgasms.

"When?" I said finally, the silence between us palpable.

"I was thinking, tonight?" She said, practically a whisper.

I looked her over. Took her in. she was fidgeting, her tongue was nervously playing with her bottom lip, she was horny.

Fuck it.

"Ok," I said, and she silently celebrated.

"Ok,

so here's the plan. When everyone leaves, you come around the back and

wait for me to text you 'thanks for coming'. Then, come in through the

backdoor and stand in the shadows behind the split bookcase. There's a

blindspot there; I'll make sure we're on the couch, and you'll be able

to see us, but we won't be able to see you. When you're in position,

respond to my text with "thanks for having me.' got it?"

"Got

it," I said. Wow; she had planned this whole thing out. It was

impressive. She was practically buzzing with energy now, excited about

the night ahead of her. Excited at the exhibition she was about to put

on. I'm not sure why, maybe it was my current state of mind, maybe it

was the hardness in my pants, but I decided to push the boundaries.

"But," I said calmly, "you have to do something for me in return."

Kerri

began to vibrate. At first I thought it was nervousness, maybe thinking

she had gotten in over her head, but then I realized it wasn't

nervousness, it was exhilaration.

"What?" She said in a low tone, her big doe eyes never leaving mine.

"When

he cums," I said, drawing my eyes down to her hard nipples and back up

again, "I want you to tell him to cum on your tits." Those tits rose

high and heavy as her breaths grew deeper. "And I want to see it. Sound

good?"

I

saw a smile tug briefly at one corner of her lips, quickly gone. A head

nod was all she could muster as a response. I don't know where this

sudden inclination of domination came from, but it was definitely

turning both of us on.

Kerri regained her composure and made her way back toward the door, stopping before she left.

"Oh

also, Tim," She said, looking back at me, "feel free to, take care of

yourself, while you're watching." Now it was my turn to blush. "In

fact," she continued, "I'll be insulted if you don't." That sexy smile

that faintly tugged at her lips returned with full force, and with a

wink she popped back into the house.

This was going to be interesting.

The

rest of the evening passed unremarkably. It was tough to really focus

on much, as I had something new and exciting to occupy my thoughts. I

kept looking over at Mike and Kerri, and started to notice how

touchy-feely Kerri was getting. Little grabs, touches, rubs; she was

priming him for the show later on.

We

all filed out and said our goodbyes, and while everyone else headed

home, I sat silently in my car, waiting for everyone else to shove off

so I could get in position.

As I watched the last of them leave, I got ready to make my way to the back of the house, when there was a knock at my window.

I turned, surprised, and saw Tara smiling and waving.

Shit.

I rolled down my window to greet her. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing,"

she said, leaning on the doorframe. This caused a boost in visible

cleavage of her perfect tits, and was entrancing. "You weren't very

talkative tonight - I just wanted to make sure everything was ok."

"Yeah I'm ok," I said back with a smile, "just a lot on my mind lately."

My phone buzzed. It was Kerri's "that's for coming" message.

Shit.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Tara asked. She was being a good friend, and I was trying to figure out how to get rid of her.

Unless I let her in on what was going on,

No,

that wouldn't be fair to Kerri or Mike, or to Tara and her

relationship. Can't do it. Not this time. Also, I think I wanted this

one to myself for some reason.

"Nah, it's ok, I'll be ok." She wasn't budging yet. "Why don't we get lunch tomorrow and we can talk then?"

She

gave me a suspicious glare, like she knew I was trying to get rid of

her, agreed, and said good night. I'd be lying if I said I didn't watch

her ass sashay back and forth as she left, but I was hard as a rock and

had hormones racing through me before she even showed up, so who could

blame me.

I looked at my phone - Kerri's text had come five minutes ago - shit, I needed to get over there.

As

I hustled toward the back door, it occurred to me that maybe I didn't

even have to go in; she said they wouldn't be able to see me anyway,

what if I just texted her back as instructed but never went in? She'd

never know I wasn't actually there, right?

The hard-on in my pants directing me to the back door of the house told me to shut up, and I made my way inside the house.

The

house was dark, but I could hear the familiar grunts and wet smacks of

love. I followed the sound, quietly moving through the rooms toward my

position behind the split bookcase. I felt a surge in my pants as I

looked toward the living room couch.

Mike

was reclined in the corner, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Kerri was

on her knees on the floor between his legs. Her plump ass flared out in

her jeans by her folded knees, she was topless, save for her bra. Her

thick mane of curly black hair bobbed and swayed against the smooth,

olive skin of her back, accented by faint, wet slurps.

She was sucking his cock.

My

cock throbbed as I watched for a moment. Mike reached down and held her

hair up in a makeshift ponytail and moaned again as he guided her head

up and down his length.

Not

wanting to ruin her plan by having him pop off in her mouth, I reached

for my phone and texted "That's for having me" back to Kerri.

I

heard the buzz of her phone on the floor. Pulling her mouth of Mike's

hard cock she said "take your shirt off, baby," He obliged, and as he

pulled the shirt up over his head, Kerri snuck a quick look at her,

smiled, and typed something short in return.

My phone buzzed, and I was greeted by a simple " :) "

Turning

my eyes back to the show in front of me, Kerri made a show of getting

up off her knees. Bending at the hips, sticking her ass out, shimmying

as she stood, Mike began lazily stroking his cock while he watched, a

big smile on his face. I didn't really know much about cock sizes

besides my own, but I'd say Mike's was average, with a strong, firm

erection.

Kerri

began gyrating her hips and ass in a very erotic way. Leaning slightly

forward her plump ass jutted out back toward me, and she swirled it and

moved it as she worked her tight jeans down over her firm thighs, again

bending at the waist for full effect. It didn't give MIke much of a

view, but I sure was getting an eyeful of two thick cheeks split by the

fabric of a thong.

Turning

her back to him, she began moving her hips again, running her hands all

over her taut body. They sailed over her stomach and up under her big,

thick breasts, where they stopped to squeeze and massage for a moment.

My

God, those breasts. Thick and full, each squeeze pushed her cleavage up

enticingly high. In my mind I pictured squeezing them. Sucking them.

Putting my cock between them. Painting them with cum

I slowly and quietly reached for my belt and pants. It was what she wanted, after all.

As

I began to fish my hard cock out of my pants, my eyes followed her

hands as they continued up her chest and neck, and when they got to her

face, I froze. Kerri had lied to me; she absolutely could see me. I knew

this because she was staring directly at me.

A

smile spread across her lips as she noted my awareness, and without

ever taking her eyes off mine, she reached behind her back to undo the

clasp of her bra. Never turning to look at Mike, she shimmied and teased

as she slowly revealed her luscious tits. To me.

It was then that I realized Kerri didn't just want me to watch, she wanted to perform. For me.

My hand gripped my hard cock, and slowly began stroking.

She

squeezed and kneaded those heavenly bodies together as she stared at

me, rubbing them, pinching the nipples slightly, all while Mike stroked

lazily away while zeroing in on her swaying backside. I couldn't blame

the guy.

Her

tits jiggled slightly as her hands left them, sliding down her body and

hooking into the band of her panties. She wasted no time with this

task, and bent at the waist as she stripped them down off and over her

legs, giving me a show of her hanging bosom, and Mike a show of her ass

and cunt.

Standing back up straight, she dropped a hand between her legs.

"Oh my God, I'm So wet," she said. Mike moaned in approval, but I knew she was saying it to me.

Turning

around finally to face Mike in all her breasty, dripping glory, I heard

the tear of a condom wrapper, and in short succession that hard cock

was ready for her. Straddling him, Kerri leaned in for a deep kiss,

reached back to position him against her wet cunt, and slowly brought

her hips down, taking his entire length easily inside her on the first

try.

She was wet. She was also in charge.

Kerri Needs a voyeur to satisfy her

They

took a moment to get used to the feeling of each other's bodies, and

then Kerri's hips began to slide and grind on Mike's lap.

I began to slowly stroke my cock.

Kerri's

moans came quickly. She was already very excited before they even

started, and now, grinding her clit and riding his cock, she was on her

way to that goal she desired.

Mike

grabbed and squeezed her big tits, making her moan louder. He humped

his cock deeper into her with each thrust. Kerri's breath was already

becoming ragged. Leaning forward, she placed both hands on Mike's chest,

hanging her tits into his face. He pulled them close to his lips and

began to suck, a loud gasp escaping Kerri's lips.

My cock throbbed as I stroked. Lucky guy.

Hunched

over, Kerri was lost in the sensation of Mike's sucking lips on her

nipple, and his cock pistoning and out of her juicy cunt. With the angle

she was at, her ass rose up and down, giving me a perfectly clear view

of her body sliding along his pole like a well oiled machine.

And

I could see how well oiled it was. I could see the full length of

Mike's cock slipping in and out of Kerri, and as I watched, stroking

myself firmly now, I saw viscous streaks of white start to appear on his

shaft on each out stroke. Kerri was so turned on her cunt was drooling

all down her boyfriend's hard cock as he fucked her.

Seeing

such a stark visualization of Kerri's pleasure sent erotic spikes

through my body. My stroking increased, and I felt those little

lightning bolts start to tingle through my arms and legs.

Getting

a sudden jolt of dominance, Mike grasped Kerri's body tightly, and

without ever disconnecting his cock from inside her, they rolled over on

the couch so Mike was on top. Kerri let out a surprised squeak, and

Mike a low growl as he braced himself against the couch and began to

fuck her. Hard.

I

could see Kerri's face. A big, lusty smile formed on her glistening

lips, and she held on tight, wrapping her legs around Mike's body as he

drove himself deep into her wetness.

"Oh yes, baby, that's it, that's it," she excitedly cheered him on through his grunts and thrusts, "fuck, baby, fuck!"

He

pumped into her harder and faster. I could hear the wet sounds of her

body accepting his hard cock. I watched Kerri's face slowly begin to be

overcome with sensation, and a concentrated, yet far away look washed

over her.

"That's it, that's it, that's it," she chanted like a mantra, the beginnings of those explosive feelings coiling inside her.

My

hand stroked to match Mike's thrusts. I couldn't take my eyes off

Kerri's face, crinkled in pleasure, as she drove toward her release.

"Fuck,

fuck, fuck,” she choked out, and then all of a sudden her chanting

stopped, her eyes scrunched shut tightly. An involuntary spasm overtook

her, and then a loud, long, guttural moan burst forth from her throat as

her body was wracked with orgasm.

"Yes,

baby, yes, fuck, you're making me cum, baby, yes!" she slurred through

her pleasure, Mike still thrusting and grunting, driving his cock deep

and long into her spasming cunt.

"Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck," Mike then bellowed, "I'm gonna cum; I'm gonna cum!"

My hand was a blur on my cock. I didn't know if she'd have the presence of mind to remember our deal, but;

"My

tits, baby, I want you to cum all over my tits!" She shouted. She

remembered. She looked over Mike's shoulder at me as she said it, and I

almost came right then.

I

held myself on the edge, waiting to cum till I saw him paint those

glorious globes with hot, white pleasure, but Mike apparently didn't

have the self control I did. Clearly overcome with the stimulation of

the situation, Mike let out a loud bellow, pushed deep into Kerri's body

one final time, and shuddered as his balls shot what I can only imagine

was a huge load into the tip of the condom deep inside her body.

Kerri held him tight as his orgasm took him. I stopped stroking.

The

moment had passed, and suddenly I felt very strange about finishing

myself off while these two recovered. Doing my best to tuck my hard,

frustrated cock back into my pants, I took one last look, and then

quietly made my way out the way I had come in.

I

thought about what I had just witnessed as I drove home, my cock still

extremely hard. It was incredibly hot, and the fact that Kerri got off

on me watching them fuck felt deliciously naughty. I was jealous. I

wanted to fuck her. She was my friend's girlfriend, and I desperately

wanted to feel her hot cunt spasm around My cock, and to paint her tits

with My cum.

It had to just be the hard on talking.

Trying

to clear my head, I took the long way home. Getting up to my room, my

head was spinning with the choices of what to put in front of my eyes to

help me get the release I so desperately needed.

I

sat in front of my computer, pants open, hard cock freed to the night

air. Looking at the list of friends online this late at night, one name

stood out to me; Rachel. I thought about those tits of hers; the ones I

had lashed with my cum; and how I wished I had given her more. I thought

about seeing her at the restaurant. Maybe I should message her. Maybe

now was the time.

My mouse hovered over her name on the screen, when suddenly I got an alert that a new email had arrived.

It

was from "Just4theWatcherxoxo" a name I didn't recognize, and the

subject line was only a smiley face emoji. There was an image file

attached.

Intrigued, I opened it up.

"I'm

sorry things didn't go exactly the way we planned," it read, "but

hopefully this shot from round 2 will hold you over till next time :)"

I

clicked on the image file, and what appeared before me was a faceless,

neck-down selfie taken in a bathroom; a bathroom I recognized. A

bathroom I had used earlier that night. Beneath a gorgeously prominent

collarbone my eyes were welcomed by two, gloriously fat, olive skinned,

hard-nippled breasts. A buzz shot through my body and I immediately

began stroking my cock, because these weren't just any breasts; these

were Kerri's breasts, and they were splattered, nipple to neck, by four

streaks of white cum.

I began to stroke.

I

couldn't take my eyes off them, the white of the semen standing out in

bright contrast to the darker skin of her chest. I thought back to what I

had witnessed earlier, the show Kerri put on for me, how turned on and

orgasmic my watching eyes had made her, and then I pictured the "round

two" I never got to see: Kerri on her knees sucking away at Mike's

rejuvenated cock, teasing him with her mouth and tongue, bringing him to

the brink, then jerking his thick load all over her chest. Just for me.

My friend's girlfriend just sent me a picture of her cum-covered tits, taken explicitly for my enjoyment.

I shuddered, I tensed, and sticky release jumped out from the head of my cock.

As

my orgasm faded, I looked back at the big, cum-streaked tits in front

of me. Goddamn. I don't know why, but at that moment I clicked the reply

button and typed in a daring response. I knew I was asking for trouble,

yet I wrote it anyway: "Definitely did the trick. Glad you enjoyed

yourself tonight." I paused. I could have stopped there and things would

have been ok, but the sight of those tits, the naughtiness of this

secret we now shared, and my own hormonal mind caused my fingers to type

another line: "Maybe the face next time?"

I hit send.

It was stupid, it was wrong, but it was also hot as hell.

I

took a moment to appreciate everything going on in my love life at the

moment. I had just watched my friend fuck so his girlfriend could get

off, and then had just shot my own load to a picture of said

girlfriend's tits covered in semen; My sexy next door neighbor was

having sex with my best friend, in a relationship I knew was built on

false pretenses; I was in some sort of sexual cold war with said best

friend, neither of us willing to admit how we felt about each other; I

had been fucking, and falling in love with, my step-sister's best

friend, who had just broken my heart and was about to leave for college;

and of course let's not forget that I had begun routinely meeting up to

facial the pastor's daughter from my church.

I

hardly believed it when I put it all together like that, and as I sat

there, dick deflating, I had no idea how I was going to deal with any of

it.

A buzz came from my pocket; it was my phone.

"I need to see you tomorrow" was all it read.

I read it. I considered it. I responded back one word:

To be continued in Part 11

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.

Chapter 15: Tim & Stephanie go on a date, and some hard truths are revealed.

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

It was a Wednesday night, and I was sweating.

The

windows of my car were opaque with thick, wet fog from labored breaths,

and my grunts mingled with high pitched squeals of pleasure as my hard

cock drove in and out of Stephanie’s tight, slick cunt.

Stephanie

was the girl who lived upstairs, my step sister's best friend, the

older girl who tortured me all through puberty. Now here she was in my

back seat, bent over with her ass in the air, panties pulled to the

side, moaning in delight as her tight body consumed my cock over and

over.

Body

always moving, slithering and gyrating, her moans and cries of pleasure

made my dick even harder if it was possible. Tonight her moans were

louder, throatier, as it was the first time I had ever fucked her from

behind, and my thick cock was pressing into depths of her cunt neither

of us had ever felt before.

Her

cunt milked me. Her moans encouraged me. The vision of this statuesque

beauty folded in half, writhing in front of me as I sunk my cock into

her, her ass flared out to a perfect heart shape, put me over the edge.

As

if she knew, her voice cut through the steam with a dusky, exhausted

"Cum for me, Timmy, cum for me!" and that was all it took. My balls

jerked and shuddered, my cock began to pulse wildly, and with one final,

deep push my dams broke. I erupted in a guttural growl as geyser after

geyser of hot cum shot up into Stephanie’s body.

It had been a hell of a week so far.

Last

saturday, after receiving the incredible strip tease and world-rocking

blowjob Stephanie gifted me as a graduation present, I had asked

Stephanie if she would go out on a date with me. We had been hooking up

for weeks, and it was incredibly fun, but in that moment of post-nut

clarity I realized there was something missing.

Earlier

that day I had gone to lunch with my best friend Tara. I had learned

the night before (in shockingly explicit detail) that Tara was in a

relationship with Sarah, the girl who lived next door to me and also

happened to be my longest teenage crush. But unexpectedly, at lunch Tara

admitted to me that they weren't just hooking up with each other, they

were actually dating.

Tara

had hooked up with plenty of people, male and female, but I had never

known her to be in an actual relationship. When I saw how happy she was

in this new experience, how fulfilling she found it, I honestly got a

little jealous.

I

began to think about my relationship with Stephanie. It was messy, it

was confusing, it was sexual, but was there anything more there? I felt

like I might be falling for her; I had to know if it was more than just

sex. I had to know if she possibly felt the same.

So I just blurted it out.

By

the way her eyebrows arched I could tell I caught her off guard;

kneeling on the floor with what seemed like a pint of my cum dripping

down her naked chest, my question gave Stephanie pause. She looked at me

for a moment, inspecting me, silently interrogating whether or not I

was joking.

Without answering, Stephanie chuckled. Sighing, she got up, leaned forward, and kissed me.

"You're cute, Timmy," she said before padding off in search of a towel to clean up.

I sat there alone, my sticky dick cooling in the night air, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

The

ride home was quiet. There was no tension, just a quiet calm. She rode

with her back to the door, her feet propped up on my thigh. It used to

feel like a move of dominance when she did this, but now it felt more

loving. My hand rested on her leg, rubbing her bare ankles gently. It

was nice.

"Where did you guys go last night?" I asked, trying not to betray the pang of jealousy I felt.

"Where did who go last night?" She answered flatly.

"Alexa was in a pretty clear state of disrepair this morning, I just assumed you guys went out partying after I left."

There was a long silence.

I looked over at Stephanie, and she had a saddened expression on her face.

"Stephanie?" I asked, trying to bring her back to Earth.

"Nah, I was home all night," she said with sigh, "I don't know where she went."

Something was going on between them, but I had no idea what. Stephanie seemed surprised to learn Alexa had gone out without her.

I parked in the shadows by our building and turned the car off.

"Thanks

for tonight," I said as Stephanie sat up. She kissed me quick before

exiting the car, giving my balls a soft squeeze. As she leaned toward

the door I finally spoke up.

"Wait,"

I said, before she could disappear. She turned back toward me. "When

can we do this again?" I asked, with a slight desperation to my tone.

"Like I said, Timmy," she smiled, "school's out."

I

skipped church the following day. With all that was going on with

Stephanie I was definitely not ready to see Christine again yet. The

pastor's daughter had hungrily sucked my life out through my cock not

too long ago, with an implication that it wasn't just a one-time thing. I

was not ready to deal with that yet.

Truth

was I Did want it to happen again, but between her desire to resist

temptation, and my budding relationship with Stephanie, it didn't seem

like a good idea for either of us. As far as I was concerned my cock

belonged to Stephanie right now, and I didn't want to hurt her.

Besides,

I don't even know if I would have had anything left for Christine after

what Stephanie had been doing to me. We had two weeks left before

Stephanie left for college, and we were determined to make them count.

School was out, alright, but boy was I learning a lot.

Stephanie

didn't have work on Sunday, but her parents had errands to run, so on

the pretense of going out for a run I slipped up the back stairs to

Stephanie’s unit, and managed to give her two loads of cum before they

got home.

Monday

I picked her up from work, and minutes after I arrived I was on my

knees. I ate her cunt till I heard that short-short-long reverie of her

orgasm, and then she rode me hard and milked out another white explosion

with her freshly-pleasured cunt.

Tuesday

she wasn't closing up the store, so when I picked her up she asked that

we "take the long way home," which translated into a slow, languid

session of road head that ended with Stephanie getting a mouthful of my

hot jizz that she gleefully swallowed down.

Wednesday

was a bit trickier. Neither of us had anything on the books, so she

told her parents she was going to the mall, and I told my step mom Kelly

I was going to Tara's. I picked her up at a predetermined spot, and we

went out to The Spot for the hot, sweaty fuckfest described above where I

took her from behind for the first time.

It

had so far been a week of intense carnal pleasures, but as I pulled my

softening cock out of her well-fucked cunt, I just couldn't get one

thing out of my mind.

"So, have you given any thought about what I said the other night?" I said between sweaty, ragged breaths.

She unfolded from her coital position and slumped back against the back door, her tits heaving as she huffed and puffed herself.

"About what?" She said, clearly pretending she didn't remember.

"About going out on a date."

After

a moment of contemplation she crawled over to me, her tits swinging

seductively. "Why, you wanna take me to the movies so I can suck you off

in the back row of the theater?" She purred, dipping her head down and

taking my slick, softening cock back into her mouth to suckle on.

"No, no," I laughed, pulling her off my sore, swollen manhood, "I just, I wanna spend time with you."

She laughed.

"It's

not like we just met, Timmy," she laughed, "Plus, do you know how much

of your cum I've had inside me this week? I'd say we know each other

pretty well!"

"I

know, and don't get me wrong, I love this," I chuckled, the laughter

quickly dissipating to something more sincere, "but, do you remember

when you asked me what I wanted? Well nothing has changed. In fact I

mean it even more now. I want, more."

"You just want to fuck me in the ass, don't you?" She said seductively, deflecting my statement

"No!" I said with an exasperated laugh, "I want You. I want to take you out on a date. A Real date."

Stephanie’s demeanor changed.

"I'm

gonna be gone in less than two weeks, Tim," she said, finally matching

my own sincerity, "I'm going to college, you're going to college, it

doesn't make sense for this to be anything more than it already is."

"I'm

not asking for next week, or next month, or next year, Stephanie," I

said honestly, "I'm just asking for right now. And right now what I want

is to take you on a date."

She smiled meekly.

"And

if ass stuff is on the table still after that, sure, I'd love to fuck

you in the ass!" I joked. She laughed heartily and slapped me on the leg

She looked at me for a moment, then looked away, almost embarrassed.

"Oh

boy, this is a bad idea," she said under her breath before looking back

at me and saying "sure, Tim, you can take me on a date."

My face broke into a huge grin. She tried to stifle a smile of her own but did a terrible job of it.

I

leaned in, and she pulled me close for a long kiss. My cock hardened as

our bodies mingled. I gently slipped back inside her perfect cunt, and

we gripped each other tight as we made slow, passionate love. Soon her

orgasm washed over her, and as that wonderful chorus of hers began, so

did my own orgasm; as those two short moans escaped her lips my balls

pulled up towards my body, and with her final, long moan the spring

inside me snapped, and I once again filled her body with my seed.

We

decided on dinner Friday night, and agreed it was a good idea to take

Thursday off to recharge ourselves. I was excited. Nervous. Most

importantly I needed someone to talk to about all this. So I picked up a

pizza and went over to Tara's.

We

laughed, we caught up; it felt good. Of course our conversation veered

toward the sexual, as it always did, and all of a sudden I felt the room

get very hot, and my pants start to tighten, as Tara regaled me with

the details of how she fucked Sarah with a strap on for the first time

the other night. I had witnessed the two of them lick each other to

orgasm with my own eyes, but even so, the thought of my best friend

fucking my biggest crush with a thick strap on dildo brought my soldier

to attention.

Not

to be outdone, I saw her tale of sapphic penetration and raised her the

story of my graduation present. Now it was Tara's turn to squirm, her

legs rubbing together, her finger getting lost in the hem of her shirt,

her breath getting ever so shallow. As I told her the details of my

messy finish on Stephanie’s chest, I saw Tara's demeanor change. The

pale, flat of her chest that was visible under the cut-wide neck of her

heavy metal t-shirt began to flush, and she started to fidget, as though

she was trying to shoo away some unwanted feeling.

"Well, what about your dare?" She said finally, after a long, thick silence.

At

lunch with Tara last weekend, during a game of truth or dare, she had

dared me to take a video of me and Stephanie fucking and send it to her.

In her mind it was evening the playing field since I had seen her and

Sarah fucking the night before. My horny, hormone-adled brain seemed to

agree to that logic, and amazingly I said I'd do it.

I had all but forgotten about it until Tara mentioned it.

"I don't know, Tara," I said, trying to navigate the thick tension in the room, "I don't think it's right."

"I didn't know you were such a chicken, Miller" she chuckled, a devilish smile on her face.

"I

know what you're trying to do, Satan," I said, playfully making the

sign of the cross with my index fingers, "but things are going really

well with Stephanie, and I don't want to ruin it.

"Fair's fair, you know," she said with a mock sadness.

"I know," I responded, then dropped my tone into sincerity, "I just can't have any more deception between us."

"Fine,

fine, I understand," she said with a long sigh. "It's too bad," she

continued as I took a sip of my own drink, "I bet you look great when

you fuck."

I choked, I sputtered, and ended up with most of my mouthful of drink on the front of my shirt.

Tara burst out laughing, and after a minute to catch my breath I joined her.

This girl was something else.

Friday

rolled around and I was nervous. Nervous and excited. Sure, Stephanie

and I had spent plenty of time exploring each others' bodies at this

point, but we hadn't just sat and talked like two normal people for a

very long time.

I was looking forward to it.

I

tried to make myself look presentable and adult, doing my best to hide

the fact that I was just a dumb, horny 18 year old. I chose slacks and a

nice shirt with a blazer, but stopped short of going full tie. I

thought I looked pretty good, all things considered.

While

putting the finishing touches on in the bathroom, I glanced out the

window toward Sarah's. The room was dark. I wondered where she was. I

wondered where Tara was, and if they were there together.

Suddenly

her light popped on. Caught in the middle of a giggle fit, Sarah

tumbled into view. Following close behind her, equally overcome with

giggles, was Tara.

I was transfixed as the two beauties drew close to each other, embraced, and began softly kissing between fits of laughter.

I felt my balls begin to tingle, and blood rush toward my cock.

The

two fell onto the bed, and then Sarah pushed herself up and pulled off

her loose-fitting sweater. Her hand reached back and popped the clasp on

her bra.

My hand drifted toward my zipper,

no!

Snapping myself out of it, I shook it off, left the bathroom, and turned off the light. Tonight was about me and Stephanie.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Stephanie. My stomach sank, thinking that she might possibly be backing out.

"Pick

me up at the bus stop up the street." it read. I was confused; we had

agreed to meet outside and leave the house together, but clearly there

was a change of plans. At least she was still coming, so I texted back

an affirmative and headed downstairs.

"Wow,

looking sharp, Timmy," Alexa said as I gathered my things, "where are

you off to tonight?" She leaned against the kitchen counter drinking a

glass of water.

"I

could ask you the same thing," I replied. Dressed in a dress that went

down about mid-thigh, split in the middle with a big, brown belt, there

was a nice cascade of bare leg that poured down into mid-length cowboy

boots; Alexa was looking pretty good herself tonight. "Big date or

something?"

"No,

just hitting country night at El Tornado with some friends." She said,

finishing her water. El Tornado was a bar a town or two over, and it was

an open secret you only had to Look 21 to get in.

"Well, I do have a date tonight," I said proudly.

"Timmy, you don't need to get dressed up to go to the adult bookstore," She laughed.

I

got heated, and was just about to tell her who exactly my date was with

when her phone rang, she answered it, and quickly walked out of the

room.

I cooled down. Nothing was going to ruin this.

Getting

in the car I headed out, taking the first turn off my street, and saw

the bus stop ahead of me. Waiting beneath the low light of the street

lamp was an absolute vision.

Hair

done to perfection, each strand placed for maximum effect, Stephanie

wore a light leather jacket over a tight, sleeveless top. A maroon skirt

hugged her hips and covered her legs down to just above her knee, but

her calves were bare and glimmered in the light as they swooped down

into ankle high boots.

I pulled up next to her.

"Let's go before people start to think I'm some hooker or something," she chuckled, dropping in to the passenger side.

We

chatted a little as we drove to dinner, but I couldn't focus on too

much conversation. My attention was split between safe driving, and

getting every slight peek I could muster at those gorgeous legs. My cock

was hard already. This date was all my idea, I had wanted a night where

we could just spend time together, but I was desperately close to

abandoning it all and diving head first between those thighs.

Somehow I held it together and we made it to the restaurant in one piece.

Dinner

was nice. A mid-level Italian restaurant was as nice as either of us

could afford, but the food was good and so was the company, so neither

of us complained. We talked and reminisced. We gave each other a hard

time about the old days, and I got her laugh, which is

confidence-boosting rocket fuel to any man. I learned she loved to kayak

on the river with her dad, she learned I took gymnastics till I broke

my ankle when I was twelve.

It was truly a real date, the first real date I had actually ever been on, but still, something was gnawing at me.

"So

how come I picked you up at the bus stop tonight?" I asked with

trepidation during a lull in the conversation, "I thought we were going

to meet out in front of the house?"

Stephanie

smiled meekly and pawed at her tiramisu with a fork. I knew the answer,

but I wanted to hear it from her. I decided just to go for it.

"How come you're so afraid for her to know about us?"

Her fork stood still.

"Are you embarrassed to be with me?" I said.

"Honestly?" She said, finally looking up at me, "Yes." My stomach dropped. "Or at least I was, at first."

I felt a smile tug at my lips but I fought back as I listened.

"I

know our, history, and when I asked you to help me with that exam I

honestly did just need help, and you were the closest person I knew who

could help me. Something changed when we started spending time together,

though, and I found myself, attracted to you."

I felt a stir in my pants as her tongue quickly snaked out across her lips.

"I

think that's why I reacted so harshly when you told me about your

little audio voyeurism. I didn't know how to handle anything I was

feeling. Even at the prom, what happened in the limo, at first I didn't

think it would go that far, and then I told myself it would be just

once, but, "

She took a sip of her drink. The pause felt like an eternity

"I don't let people in easily, Tim," she continued, "but you, you got in."

"Then why are you so afraid of Alexa finding out?" I pressed.

"Tim,

how do you think she would feel if she found out I was fucking her

younger brother?" She said with a long sigh. "There's enough weirdness

going on there as it is, I didn't want to make things worse."

"What is going on with you two? I asked. Stephanie’s eyes went somewhere far away

"I

don't know. Ever since I told her I was going to be going to the same

school as her, she's been pulling away." Her fingers began fidgeting

with her napkin. "I don't think she wants me to go."

She was clearly upset. My fingers snaked out across the table and touched hers. She didn't pull them away.

"Hey," I said, her eyes clicking back up to mine, "let's get out of here."

We walked hand in hand back to the car. She grabbed me by the lapel of my coat and pulled me in for a hard kiss.

"Tim,

when we get home, I don't care who sees us." We smiled. I pushed her

back against the car. Our tongues collided as my hand slid down her

body. I rocked my thigh in between her legs, pressing tight against her

cunt. She gasped, then pushed me off. "But first, I have a surprise for

you."

She

smiled that sly, devilish smile of hers and slipped into the car. I

adjusted the iron rod in my pants and walked around to the driver's

side.

I

could barely keep my eyes on the road as I drove toward Stephanie’s

"surprise." She sat in her usual, seductive pose, back against the door,

legs stretched across the bench seat, feet resting on my thigh. I could

feel the heel of her boot ever so slightly grazing against my cock as

we drove.

When

we got to the surprise, a big grin broke on my face, and I felt a surge

in my pants. Stephanie had gotten us a hotel room. It wasn't anything

fancy, but it was a place that was just for us, a place with a bed and

some privacy.

Alexa Confronts Brian

I awoke the next morning with a thick headache, hard nipples, and a wet cunt.

The

previous night I had fucked a former classmate at a party, desperately

trying to get the images and memory of my mom's boyfriend Brian's cock

out of my mind, but it was no good. The sex was fun, but ultimately

unsatisfying, and my cunt ached with need.

It

didn't help that even after too many beers and a good night's sleep,

the first thought on my mind upon waking up was Brian and his cock. His

beautiful cock that pushed into me, the first man ever to do so. He

filled me up, split me open, and made me vibrate with pleasure.

My fingers slipped down my body and under the waistband of my panties.

I dipped them in between my swollen lips. I slipped and slid among the silky juices, and transported some up to my hard clit.

I

ran slick circles around that magic button. My body began to buzz with

joy. I closed my eyes, and all I could picture was that glorious man,

muscles rippling, dripping with sweat, fucking his manhood into me.

I drove quick and hard toward the edge of release.

Then

I thought about his release, his cum, and how it felt on my body. On my

face. Hot lashes of sexual conquest searing my flesh.

I thought about his face, that look as his balls shuddered out the last pearly squirt of his ejaculation.

That face. That cock. That cum.

My

fingers went into overdrive, and with the memory of my mother's

boyfriend feeding me his cock and cumming on my face, my body tensed, my

cunt throbbed, and I exploded.

I

laid there for a moment in reflection. The thought of a man's cum had

never turned me on so much before. In all my hook up experiences before

college, cum to me was just something that need to be wiped off my hands

at worst, and a sign of a job well done at best.

I was learning new things from my girlfriends though.

On

a bet with my friend Meera I had let my fuck buddy Kyle fuck my tits

and cum on my chest, and it had been a new, exhilarating experience. It

turned me on to turn him on, but it wasn't something that I felt like I

needed.

Not until Brian.

During

our first (my VERY first) fuck, I instructed Brian to cum on me, not

because he wanted it, but because I wanted it. Something inside me

needed to feel his hot load on my skin, and it just turned me on even

more.

The

next day, in the shower, the same need came over me again, but this

time it was a need born of total submission. I needed him to know that

for that moment I was entirely his, and in the heat of things I dropped

to my knees and let him cover my face with his semen. It was hot, it was

dirty, and I loved it.

I

had had hook ups since then, had ended the night with cum on my body,

but it was never something I needed. It seemed to be a one-time thing.

Just for him. Just that night.

Now my mother was dating this man who took possession of me so completely, and I had no idea what to do about it.

My

mom was a pretty reserved woman. A devout, church-going Christian, as

far as I knew she hadn't gone on a single date since my step father had

died. She had finally begun to come out of her shell and now this was

happening. It wasn't fair to her. I could just be cool, right? I could

make it through a family dinner without thinking about having his big

cock inside me, right?

I had to. For her.

Head

still aching, I went downstairs and found my mom and step-brother Tim

sitting at the table. I sleepily offered them a "good morning," but I

sensed a strange vibe in the air. It wasn't pleasant.

"What're you guys talking about?" I inquired slowly.

"Brian broke up with her," Tim blurted out bluntly, staring daggers into my eyes. My stomach dropped in panic.

Tim,

unfortunately, knew my history with Brian. Knew he had taken my

virginity. Tim clearly liked the guy, or at least liked that mom liked

him, and it was clear from his expression that he felt like this break

up was my fault.

"We

didn't break; I mean we weren't,” mom stammered, “ I don't know what we

were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he needed

some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's all."

"Jeez,

mom, I'm sorry," I said, sitting down at the table now. There was still

a slight sense of panic in me as I reached out and touched her hand

lovingly.

"Yeah, he seemed nice," Tim added, still staring at me.

After some further comforting pleasantries and a brief discussion of the day's plans, mom left, and then it was just me and Tim.

We sat in silence.

"What did you say to him?" he whispered bluntly.

"Nothing!"

I loudly whispered back. It was true. He had been here the other night,

the night I found out he and my mom were dating, and we had argued

about it a bit as he left, but I hadn't spoken to him since.

After

he left I had gone for a walk to clear my head, but ultimately ended up

cumming all over my fingers in my bed thinking of his body.

"Well

the timing is pretty damn convenient," Tim grumbled. We sat in silence

for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," he

finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't

see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you

should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out."

I

couldn't believe what he was saying, but furthermore I couldn't believe

I agreed with him. It was awkward, sure, but mom deserved to be happy,

even if that happiness was brought on by someone who had once (twice)

shot his cum all over her daughter.

"Fine," I said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right."

"Good." Tim said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing."

I had no idea if that was true.

After a short crack at my obviously hung over state, Tim left me alone with my thoughts.

How the fuck was I going to find this guy? More importantly, did I really Want to?

My

summer job as an office temp didn't start for another week, so I, along

with many other former classmates home from their first years at

college, wanted to take advantage of the free time. I had hit it off

with Sasha, the girl whose party I had fucked Trevor at, and she invited

me to hang out the following Wednesday. A few of us would meet at her

place to pregame, then head out to this bar a couple towns away called

Brink's. It had a reputation for letting in people who might have been a

little less than legal drinking age.

I

put on a wide-neck blouse that pulled down just past my shoulders, a

tight skirt, and some black nylons. I wasn't trying to dress slutty, but

I definitely was open to any kind of distraction.

The

whole crew was there when I got to Sasha's house. Sasha, my new friend

with the slim body and the mean girl aesthetic; Lucy, Sasha's close

friend and next door neighbor, a black girl with big tits and an ass to

match; Lucy's boyfriend Matt, a tall athlete with dark skin and a

dangerous smile; Vanessa, Sasha's tall, thin, younger sister who just

graduated high school but dressed like she was in her mid-twenties;

Trevor, the guy I had fucked at the party, who clearly had come back for

seconds, based on the attention he was giving me right away; and then

there was someone I hadn't seen at the party the week before. He looked

vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place him. He was handsome, tall, and

well put together. He was quiet, but in a very confident way.

I don't think we've met," I said, sauntering over to him, managing to ditch Trevor for a moment.

"We definitely have," he said with a chuckle, "I used to sit behind you in history class."

I remained confused. I definitely would have remembered this guy.

"You remember Derek, don't you Alexa?" Sasha said, sashaying into the conversation.

"Derek,” I wracked my memory, “ Derek,” suddenly it hit me “ Manning?"

"Bingo," he said with a smile.

My

jaw dropped. What a difference a year could make; I had known Derek for

a long time, and truth be told, I was never really nice to him. In

highschool, Derek Manning was a lanky, long-haired, arty loner who never

in a million years would have hung out with Sasha, nor she with him. I

thought he was a weirdo, and treated him as such, which made for some

teasing, arguing, and generally unpleasant interactions between us. I'm

pretty sure he wasn't a huge fan of mine either. Now he had short,

stylish hair, wore a color other than black, and definitely filled out

to make his lanky frame more impressive than awkward. He was, pretty

good looking, actually.

"We've

known each other since kindergarten and all it takes is a haircut and

you forget who I am? Ouch." He said with snarky sarcasm.

"Well it's amazing what a shower and some clean clothes can do for some people," I snarked back with a bitchy smile.

Some things hadn't changed, it seems.

Brinks'

was a couple towns away, which meant we had to drive, which meant at

least one of us was going to have to be designated driver for the

evening. Without even hesitation or an ounce of resentment, Derek

volunteered. He seemed happy to do it.

"Not a drinker?" I said to him as we all filed out to his van, a couple drinks in us already from the pre-gaming we had done.

"I like drinking," he responded with a smile, "but sometimes I just like to be, present."

The

answer hung in the air between us for a second until it was shattered

by Sasha's loud assertion that she would be riding shotgun.

Piling

into his van, I felt Trevor squeeze up next to me, his fingers dancing

lightly along my thigh as we all talked and laughed. I didn't exactly

discourage it, but my focus was elsewhere, namely on Derek. There was

something about him I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something that

Sasha seemed to take notice of as well, as she only conversed with him

the whole trip. I couldn't tell if she was just drunk, or if there was

something going on there.

But how could there be? Sasha? With, him? No way.

My focus was shifted when I swatted Trevor's fingers away from the hem of my skirt. This boy was persistent if nothing else.

Our

group rolled into Brinks', and the boys went to get the drinks while

the girls hit the dance floor. The lights were bright and disorienting,

and the dark mass of bodies bounced and writhed around us as we waded

into the thick of it.

Dancing

felt good. It took my mind off of things; off of Brian; and I focused

on nothing but the sound and the beat. The boys joined us eventually

with our drinks, and I decided the least I could do in return was dance

with Trevor a bit. Besides, it felt good to feel his hands on my body,

his hardening cock tucked into my gyrating ass. It gave me confidence.

It gave me power.

But

then there was Derek. Sitting at a table by the dance floor, he sipped

his soda water in silence, watching everyone bump and grind on the floor

before him.

He

caught my eye, and we stared at each other, trying to decipher what the

other was all about. I don't know if I was drunk, horny, or both, but I

decided I was going to put a show on for him. He seemed so unflappable,

I was on a mission to get a rise out of him.

Never

leaving his gaze I gave Trevor the dance of his life. Gyrating over

him, grinding on him, hiking up my skirt to show more of my thighs; the

works. Encouraging his hands to touch and squeeze wherever he liked, I

could feel his breath on my ear as hot and as hard as the cock in his

pants. If I had wanted to, I think I could have made him cum right there

in his pants.

But Derek didn't move.

I

was legitimately turned on now, but much to my dismay I couldn't tell

if it was from the dancing and groping I had been doing with Trevor, or

the ice cold bemusement coming from Derek.

Why would I be turned on by total apathy?

Then,

from the side of the room, Sasha popped into view. She had approached

Derek from the side and wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in,

whispered something in his ear, and he stood up. Taking her hand in

his, I thought he was finally going to join us on the dance floor, but I

was wrong. Derek winked at me once, and the two of them headed out the

door of the bar into the night.

Did

he have cigarettes? Drugs? Why would Sasha head out into the night with

Derek Manning of all people? I was confused, but I was also turned on,

and I let my mind wander as Trevor's dance floor advances got more and

more bold.

Grinding

my clit on Trevor's thigh felt really amazing, and I was lost in the

sensation for the moment, until my eyes nearly popped out of my head;

drifting my gaze across the room toward the bar, I only at this very

minute took notice of the person working behind it.

It was Brian.

He

didn't see me, but I definitely saw him. I watched, frozen for a

moment, taking in this shocking new development. I heard Trevor whisper

"oh, yeah, baby" as I stiffened up ;  I think he thought I was cumming.

I

wasn't cumming, but between the dancing, the confusing coldness from

Derek, and seeing Brian's hot chiseled body behind the bar, I definitely

was wet. I needed a distraction, something, anything, so I grabbed

Trevor by the wrist and dragged him off toward the bathrooms.

We

tumbled into the bathroom, kissing and groping. His hands were all over

my ass and my tits, mine on his belt and pants. Frantically I worked

open his pants, pushing them down, and quickly and assertively dropped

to my knees in front of him.

His

dick was fine, it was nice, it would do, and I licked my lips and took

him deep into my mouth. He groaned long and loud. I sucked and stroked

with purpose, trying to clear my mind, but the cock in my mouth only

brought memories of Brian's, and suddenly I wasn't in the bathroom at

the bar, but on my knees in his shower. It wasn't Trevor's fine, nice

penis in my mouth anymore, but Brian's big, thick cock, stretching my

lips and making me salivate like a hungry animal.

There

was only my mouth, this cock, and my memories now, and I wasn't brought

back to the reality of the moment until the first spurt caught me off

guard in the back of my mouth. Coughing slightly, I felt the second

spurt leap onto my tongue as I pulled off in reflex, just in time for

the next hot, white strands to slap my lips and chin and whip across my

neck and collarbone.

Rearing

back, I let go of Trevor's cock, but he was too lost in orgasm to care.

He quickly took over and worked the last couple dribbles out of his

cock onto the floor in front of me. I knew I was covered in his cum; I

could feel it dripping down into my cleavage; but that feeling I had

gotten before, and most importantly that look, just wasn't there. I

didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or erotic thrill, I just sort of

felt like a glorified Kleenex. And Judging from the way Trevor was

cranking away at the last shakes of his orgasm without any care as to

whether I was still there or not, it was clear he felt the same way.

I felt used, but honestly, I was using him as much as he was using me, so who was I to complain?

After

he finished, he choked out a strained "fuck, that was hot!" and then

very graciously (he thought) offered to leave me alone so I could "clean

up," and slipped out of the bathroom. Looking at myself in the bathroom

mirror, streaked with semen, I didn't hate the visual, I just wasn't

thrilled at the route I took to get there. I was still horny as fuck,

but I had to get back to the crowd, so I cleaned myself up and slipped

out of the bathroom and back to the bar.

Walking back to the table, Derek was back, a smug look on his face.

"Water?"

he offered, and parched, I chugged it. Looking out onto the dance floor

I saw Trevor already chatting up another girl, riding high on the

confidence boost of having his dick sucked in a club bathroom. I wasn't

hurt, I don't think, but I was a little annoyed. "So that's what you're

into, huh?" Derek said with a smirk, "that's a shame."

I

shot him a look and was about to fire back when he dripped some water

onto a napkin and reached toward my neck. The water felt cool and

refreshing on my hot skin, and my body tingled at the sensation. He

gently wiped down the side of my neck, catching me off guard with his

tenderness. Looking me in the eye as he finished, he said "you missed a

spot. Trevor needs to work on his aim," winked at me, and walked off.

As

Derek left, I was furious at how glib and snarky he was. But at the

same time, I found myself wondering what his cock was like.

Blech, no, I was just too horny, and this jerk just happened to trigger something that took advantage of that. What an asshole.

I decided I was done with distractions. I knew what I had to do. Downing one more drink, I marched my way to the bar.

Brian's

welcoming bartender smile slipped into shock and surprise as he saw me.

I stared him dead in the eyes and said "we need to talk."

He paused, took it all in, and then said "ok, but not now. After closing?"

I nodded and asked for another drink, which he gave me on the house.

I

headed back to the dance floor to rejoin my friends, and tried not to

think about what exactly I was going to say. "I can't stop thinking

about your cock" probably wasn't acceptable, but I also wasn't thrilled

about "you need to get back together with my mother," either. These were

conflicting feelings to say the least, so I decided to focus for the

time on other mysteries.

Sidling up to Sasha as she took a break, I watched her flash a devilish smile at Derek.

"Hey,

so, where'd you run off to with Derek earlier, to have a cigarette?"

She just chuckled and shook her head no. "Did he bring drugs with him or

something then?" I asked, but just shook her head and laughed again.

"Not exactly drugs, but it's definitely, addicting."

"Are

you serious? With Him?" I said, not believing my ears, "Sasha, you

could have literally any guy in this place with a wink, and you're

running off with the loner art nerd?"

"You

take good dick where you can get it, honey," she said defiantly, before

adding "and a dick like Derek's, well you make sure you keep that as

close as possible."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I just don't understand, Sasha."

I felt her hand on mine as she looked at me and said "Oh I'm sure you will, honey."

With that she winked, smiled, and bounced back into the crowd, leaving me alone with my drink.

The

evening grew late, people started to file out, and eventually my crew

decided it was time to leave. We piled back into Derek's van, and my

anxiety started sobering me up quickly. I had a plan, or at least part

of one, to say my goodnights and drive back to the bar. At the very

least that would give me the option to chicken out and head home

instead, but even then I knew I wouldn't.

Trevor

squeezed in tight next to me again, and almost immediately I felt his

hand on my leg. Again. It was a quiet ride, with the night starting to

get the better of our consciousness. I felt Trevor's hand slide higher,

brushing the hem of my skirt, and I don't know if it was the anxiety, my

remaining buzz, or the fact that I was hornier than I'd ever been in my

life, but this time I didn't stop him.

His

fingers felt good as they danced around the edge of my skirt, and I

knew he was waiting for a signal, a go ahead, to take things further. It

was then that I caught Derek's eyes watching me in the rear view

mirror. I could tell by the intensity of his gaze that he could see

exactly what was going on. We were almost silently sparring with each

other in some way. Again, I'm not sure exactly why I did this, but

without ever taking my eyes off his, I slowly parted my thighs, just

enough to give Trevor's hand room to slide in.

Trevor

wasted no time. I felt his hand pour over the inside of my thigh,

sending a shockwave of pleasure through me as two fingers pressed

against my clit.

Then the car came to a stop. We had arrived back at Sasha's.

The momentary trance broken, I pushed Trevor's hand away and got my bearings back as we all emptied out of the van.

We said our goodnights, I rebuked any attempts by Trevor to continue things further than the van, and headed to my car.

I

paused at my car door, keys in hand, coming back to the reality of what

I had to do. I knew I had to go back and confront Brian, but I honestly

didn't know what I was going to do once I got there. I'd like to think

it would be an adult, civil conversation, but I also couldn't say I

wasn't going to drop to my knees in front of him as soon as the bar room

door closed. My heart was pounding when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey,"

the voice said. I turned to see Derek, leaning out the window of his

van. "Are you ok to drive? I'd be happy to give you a ride, "

I

searched his question for snark or guile, but it seemed he was being

sincere. Something about that made me want to take him up on it, but I

shook it off. I had something I needed to do.

"Thanks," I said with a meek wave, "but I'm fine, really."

He

lingered a moment to make sure I was sure, but with another wave he

said ok and drove off, leaving me alone with my car and the mission in

front of me.

I barely even remember the drive back to the bar. All I know is my mind was a whirlwind, my body felt hot, and my cunt was wet.

When

I entered the bar, it was quiet. The lights were dim, the chairs were

up on the tables, and the only sound was the faint clinking of glasses

as Brian tidied up behind the bar.

I walked up to the bar, throat dry, still not knowing what was going to escape from my throat.

Brian

turned around, brushing a graying lock of hair off his forehead. His

cheeks cracked into an accordion of strong creases as he smiled. "Hi,"

he said. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and I could see the

muscles ripple in his forearms as he braced himself on the edge of the

bar. "I wasn't sure if you were going to come back, but I hoped you

would."

That bar. Thank God for that bar. Without that bar between us, I don't think I could have kept myself decent.

"So I guess we should talk then?" He said with another, weaker smile.

I nodded in agreement.

After

an awkward silence, he started to break his way into the conversation,

when the words "I need you to get back together with my mom" escaped out

my mouth and stopped him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Alexa, I don't think,” he began, but I cut him off again.

"I

think she loves you," I blurted out. Brian was silent. I followed up

with a question that I desperately needed to know the answer to: "do you

love her?"

Brian

was left in a considered silence once again as he thought. He leaned

away from the bar, crossing his arms, resting himself against the wall

of booze bottles behind him.

"I think so, yes," he said quietly.

"Then what's stopping you?"

"Alexa,

however I might feel about your mother, that's not going to change that

every time I see you I'm going to feel ashamed thinking about the

things we've done, or could do again."

I felt my heart begin to pound even harder, my body temp starting to sky rocket.

"And

how do you think I feel?" I said, pushing back, "you don't think I

think about that night every time I see you? You don't think I wonder

what she's doing to you when you're alone? Whether she makes you feel as

good as I did? Or better?"

"Alexa,”

he continued, softly, "I love your mother, I do, but there's just too

much tension here, and I just don't think I'd be able to keep my hands

off you."

"Then

don't," I said, almost involuntarily. Brian narrowed his eyes. It was a

serious, stakes-raising statement, and my body was buzzing. I didn't

know where horniness stopped and nervousness began. There was silence,

and then finally words dripped out of my mouth before I even really knew

what I was saying: "Take me, ravage me, fuck me, dominate me, just for

tonight, do whatever you need to do to break this spell and be happy

with my mom, and I'll do the same."

There

were no words left. Brian studied me, watching my glistening chest

heave up and down with nervous breath as I tried to keep calm. There was

still time for me to back out; the bar still kept us apart, until Brian

hoisted himself over it, and suddenly the bar was gone and we stood

face to face.

Brian

spoke to me without words, asking with his eyes if I was sure I wanted

this. I nodded. Then strong hands snaked tight around my midsection,

pulling me close to him, and our lips crashed into each other like

waves.

His

hands were like a whirlwind, roaming all over my steaming body,

gripping, squeezing, caressing. He leaned into me, pressing my lower

back against the lip of the bar, and then suddenly the floor was gone

and I was in the air.

My

ass came crashing down on the top of the bar, and before I could

register what happened, Brian was sliding my nylons and panties off my

legs in one smooth motion. He hoisted one of my thick legs over his

shoulder, and dove tongue-first between them.

A

sharp cherry bomb of pleasure sent me flat back onto the bar. I gasped

deeply, grabbing onto Brian's hair tight as he began his oral attack.

Something was different this time, though. Gone was the virgin, helpless

in the hands of a more experienced lover, and in her place was a girl

who knew what she wanted. I was in control, guiding his head to the

spots that made me shiver and shake. He obeyed my breathless command to

press his fingers inside me as well, and soon I felt all that pent up

nervousness and energy swirl into a tight ball centered directly on the

tip of his tongue, exploding hot, bright fire through my body in a

glorious orgasm.

Pushing

Brian's glistening face away, he caught his breath and I slipped down

off the bar and directly onto my knees in front of him, still vibrating

from the aftershocks of my climax. I needed to see that cock again; I

needed to taste it, to feel it. I freed his behemoth from his tight

pants, and after taking a moment to greet it almost like an old friend, I

licked my lips and began working it into my salivating mouth.

He

groaned and he gasped as I sucked and I stroked, but again, something

was different. I realized I wasn't doing it because I was under some

spell, desperate to do anything for this wondrous pleasure baton, I was

doing it because I wanted him to fuck me.

My

cunt was soaked, and I needed him in me, so I popped up to my feet, and

in another change from our first encounter, I looked at him and said

"Condom?" He was taken a little off guard, but he nodded, and pulled one

out of his pocket. Tearing it open he slid it over his impressive

member as we kissed, stumbling back so my ass was perched on one of the

comfy bar stools. He pulled my shirt off, throwing it across the bar as I

unfastened my bra, letting my large, swollen breasts hang free, their

nipples hard and wanting.

Hiking

a leg up over his arm, he lined his thick head up with my wet opening. I

felt my body flush with excitement, and then I began to split apart at

the seams as he began to push into me. I practically screamed in joy, a

smile plastered to my gasping mouth as he worked his way inside inch by

inch. He was so much bigger than Trevor, it felt like my whole body

practically wrapped around him, begging him to stay as he began to

thrust. This was what I wanted, this was what I needed, but still, there

was something different.

As

I looked at his grunting, lustful face, and I reveled in the electric

pleasure he was sending through my body, I realized it wasn't the man I

lusted after, it was his cock. The first time we made love I was the

property of the man, willing to give myself over, body and soul, to his

every sexual desire, but now, now I just wanted that fat cock to make me

cum. There was a certain spark missing this time, and as I watched him

push deeper and deeper into my wet, gripping cunt, I got the sense he

felt it too.

Maybe

that's why all of a sudden he pulled all the way out of my dripping

snatch and spun me around, bending me over the stool. He gave my ass a

slap and I spread my legs, just dying to feel his hard tool inside me

again. I didn't have to wait long.

He

pushed into me once again, and this time I bellowed loud enough for the

neighbors to hear, I'm sure of it. My cunt surrendered to his thick

meat, letting him deeper and deeper with each thrust. I braced myself

against the stool and bar and gladly accepted the hot, deep dicking he

was currently giving me.

The

repeating pendulum of his penetrating cock, and his balls slapping my

clit, quickly made the whole room fall away, and I was driving hard

toward another orgasm. Forgetting the man, I focused only on the

feeling, my walls gripping him, the ridges of his head sliding over my

sensitive insides. My breath got short, ragged, and loud.

Brian

gripped me tighter, his own release mounting along with mine, and

gasped breaths through gritted teeth as he pounded into me. I was so

close, so near ultimate joy, but it wasn't until I heard him gasp and

groan that I careened over the edge. Brian let out a loud, long moan,

his thrusts became erratic, and suddenly I felt his thick cock pulsing

and spasming as he began pouring himself into the condom inside me. This

realization did the trick for me, and my cunt spasmed and my body shook

as I joined him in orgasm.

Unlike

last time, this time around there was no urge, no desire, to ask him to

pull out and cum on my body or face. Despite my dalliances with Trevor,

Brian was the only person I had ever said that to and really meant it,

and this time the thought never even entered my mind. No desire to be

claimed by him, no desire to give him power or ownership over my

vulnerable body; all I had wanted was for him to fuck me and make me

cum, and now that mission was accomplished.

We

shuddered and gasped together for the moment, and once my cunt returned

to normal, and his balls were properly emptied, our breathing calmed

and he slowly retrieved his softening cock from my thoroughly fucked

cunt.

We

noticed the difference immediately. We didn't even need to say it.

Whatever was there the first time, whatever heat there was that drove

our memories and hesitations about being around one another, it was gone

now. The sex had been good, of course, but that's all it had been; good

sex. That's all it would ever be, and the magic of that first time

would stay rooted in that one moment in time when we were the only two

creatures in the universe.

He

slipped his (very full) condom off his cock, and disposed of it while I

got myself together. Getting ready to leave, I walked up to him, placed

my hand on his face and kissed him.

"Thanks for that," I said, "I think we both needed it. Now we know, right?"

"Yeah," he said with a sad smile.

I kissed him again, smiled and gave him a light tap on the cheek. "Call my mom, ok?"

"First thing tomorrow!" He chuckled.

I

headed toward the door, and much to my surprise I felt no need to look

back before I left. I got what I needed, but that magic was gone. It

wasn't Brian I wanted, it was that extra special experience. It was The

Spice.

I knew it was out there somewhere, though, I just needed someone else to help me find it.

Chapter 16: Christine gives Tim some rules he needs to follow.

It was Saturday morning, and I hadn't gotten much sleep.

I

tossed and turned with confusion and anger. After an amazingly romantic

date followed by two rounds of passionate sex, Stephanie revealed to me

that she had instructed my next door neighbor Sarah to instigate a

relationship with my best friend Tara, so Tara would be off my radar and

Stephanie would have me all to herself.

This

angered me for a number of reasons. I truly cared for Tara. Our

relationship as of late had been, complicated, and it made me happy to

see how happy she was with Sarah. To find out it was all just a ruse

hurt my heart. On top of that, to hear Stephanie had proclaim that "we

both know Tara fucks anyone that smiles at her," made me furious. Tara

was a confidently sexual girl, and to hear someone so close to me liken

her to a cheap slut was unacceptable.

I

thought about all Stephanie and I had been through; about the sex we

had the night before; her body shaking in rapturous orgasm as my cock

filled her mouth with cum; about the second round where we moved

together, slowly and passionately, as she took me inside her body.

I thought I might have loved Stephanie, and now I didn't want a thing to do with her.

Running

brought no solace either. I cursed as I ran, going the longest route I

knew, trying to purge my stormy mind through exhaustion. It was no use.

When

I returned home I found my car in the driveway and my keys in the

mailbox. I had taken a cab home from the hotel after Stephanie’s

confession, and clearly she had returned. She dropped the keys off, but

there were no messages from her on my phone.

There was a message from Tara, however.

"Lunch

today? I wanna hear about your night ;)" it read. I wasn't sure if

seeing Tara was the best idea. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep from

telling her the awful truth about her and Sarah. But maybe I should

tell her. Maybe it's something she needed to know.

After thinking about it in the shower, I texted back a simple "sure." She needed to know. I had to tell her.

Leading

up to meeting her I was nervous. I was about to potentially hurt her

very badly for the second time in about a month, and even though I was

just the messenger, I was definitely in range of the blowback. It was

because of me, after all. Because Stephanie saw something between Tara

and I. Something neither Tara nor I were ready to admit. Something

Stephanie found threatening.

When the time came, when I sat myself across from Tara, locked, loaded, and ready to break her heart, I couldn't do it.

Back

at the same place we had met for lunch the previous week, she started

talking almost immediately about the night she had with Sarah; about how

they went to get ice cream, how they made out in the car; Tara had

never really been in a relationship before, and she was glowing as she

reveled in doing mundane relationship stuff.

Then

her voice dropped, and she made sure no one was within earshot as she

regaled me with the second half of their evening. The half that involved

going back to Sarah's house; the house next door to mine; and tumbling,

lips locked, into Sarah's bedroom, a bedroom I had full view of through

my upstairs bathroom window. That half involved lips sucking on

nipples, hands squeezing and kneading at perfect breasts, tongues

lapping at wet pussies, mouths flooded with the hot juices of orgasm.

The picture in my mind was vivid. My cock was rock hard, and I felt awful about it.

"Did you see us?" I heard suddenly, Tara's voice cutting through the fog of my fantasy.

"What?" I said, coming back to reality

"In

her room, did you see us?" that wry, sexy smile of hers was painted

across her lips. The way she asked the question almost seemed hopeful.

Tara knew I could see into Sarah's room from the bathroom. She and I had

shared an explosively erotic masturbation session as we clandestinely

spied on Sarah getting fucked by her then-boyfriend.

"No,

I missed it, unfortunately," I half lied. Truth was I Had seen them,

right as their carnal evening was beginning, but I chose not to watch. I

chose to give them privacy, to respect their relationship.

The way Tara's mood dropped slightly had me wondering if I had made the wrong decision.

"Well what about you? How was your night?" She said, changing the subject.

I paused, I thought back once again to everything that had transpired.

"Not great," I finally said with a pained smile.

Tara's

mood turned more serious now. "What? Why, what happened?" She said,

leaning in. The tops of her perfect breasts pushed forward, almost

spilling out of the tight top she was wearing. The charm at the end of

her necklace danced in the split of her glorious cleavage. Her big eyes

were accented by thick, dark eye liner. Her full lips parted in a

concerned pout, her tongue mindlessly playing in one corner.

God, she looked good.

"Stephanie,”

I began, not knowing exactly what to say. "She turned out not to be the

person I thought she was," I finally said. "I think we might be done."

A thoughtful pause came over Tara before saying "I'm sorry to hear that, Miller," accented with a pained smile of her own.

Her

hand reached out and touched mine. At first the energy was of

compassion and solidarity, but as her hand lingered, as our eyes met,

something else began to brew.

I pulled my hand back before anything could take root, breaking the moment for each of us.

"So

what's next for you two love birds?" I said, throwing the focus back to

Tara. She smiled, adjusted herself, and launched back into the giddy

glow of her new relationship.

She

was happy, and the rest of our lunch went by in a pleasant flash. Tara

left first, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.

As

I made my way out, I once again saw the familiar face of Rachel sitting

at a table with the same guy I saw her with last week.

Her

hair was down, framing her pale face, and a tight, sleeveless

turtleneck top held her massive mammaries together, creating a large,

luscious bulge on her chest.

My mind wandered, and suddenly I had the urge to see those tits again; to paint them with cum.

Coming

back to earth my eyes flicked up to hers; she was looking right at me.

Having no other recourse in front of me, almost instinctively I winked

at her. It felt gross as I did it, but as her eyes left mine, I thought I

spied the corner of her lips turning up ever so slightly into a subtle,

knowing smile.

I really should reach out to her.

I

didn't go right home. I went for a drive to try and clear my mind, or

at least try to organize my thoughts, but nothing worked. I needed

someone to talk to about this. Someone not actually involved in the

situation.

"Hey,

what are you up to tomorrow, are you gonna be at church??" I texted. I

was prepared to wait patiently, but the three bubbles of a forming

response came quickly.

"Hey!

Actually no, Dad's out of town, so I'm having some people over tomorrow

to hang by the pool. You wanna join?" Came the response.

"Oh, a crazy party, I see! Anyone I know?"

"I

don't think so, just some friends from the bible study club at my

school, so yeah you know we're gonna get CRAZY." A month ago I would

have chuckled at her joke, but I'd learned quite a bit about church

girls lately, so now I wasn't so sure she was joking.

"Sure, that sounds great," I replied. "Thanks, Christine!"

The winking emoji she sent me in response made my cock stir.

I

hadn't seen Christine since our experience in the car, where she had

cum from rubbing herself on my hip and frantically sucked my semen out

through my cock and down her throat. It was a confusing moment for both

of us, and I wasn't sure where we stood or how to address it, but she

was still a good friend and a close confidant. And I needed her. I

didn't know what to expect from tomorrow's hang out; I wasn't expecting a

repeat of what happened in the car, I just wanted to hang out with my

friend. At least that's what I told myself every time I felt my cock

stir thinking about her.

Standing

at Christine's front door the next day, I looked down at my phone as I

waited for someone to answer. Still nothing from Stephanie. Part of me

was relieved, but now, part of me was a little annoyed. My hormonal

brain was racing. Did she not care at all how I felt about what she did?

Was I just a disposable fuck afterall? She said I was the only person

she'd ever let cum inside her. Was that a lie too? How was I supposed

to;

"You must be Tim, right?"

"Uh,

yeah." I was snapped out of my mental spiraling by a voice coming from

Christine's doorway, but it wasn't Christine. Looking up, I was greeted

by a tall, voluptuous Korean girl with a big, beaming smile. A brightly

colored sarong wrapped itself around wide, full hips, and two large

breasts were held up by a black bikini top. They jiggled seductively as

she reached her hand out to greet me.

"I'm

Talia. Nice to meet you!" we shook hands, and I thought I caught her

giving me a once over with her eyes. "Come on in, everyone's out back."

Talia

led the way, her full ass sashaying back and forth in front of me. For

the first time today, thoughts of Stephanie were nowhere in my mind.

Heading out to the pool area I was greeted by the sight of five or six guys and girls hanging out casually, listening to music.

I

saw Christine, sitting on a beach chair, chatting with a guy who I

later learned was named Denny. I could tell by his body language that

Denny wasn't here just to study the bible. Denny wanted to study

Christine as well.

That cold pang of jealousy reared its ugly head in my stomach once again.

Christine's

gaze ticked over to me, and a big smile formed on her lips as she

quickly popped up off her chair and made her way over to me.

Ha; eat it, Denny.

"Tim!"

She shouted as she pranced over to me. Extremely short shorts hugged

her ass and showed off her long legs, while a thin button down hung

loose over the bright blue bikini top covering her modest breasts.

She hugged me tight, lingering perhaps a second too long. I felt her tits press into me.

"I'm so glad you came!" She said into my ear, giving me a tight squeeze.

The

button down rode up as we embraced, and I felt the warm skin of her

midsection in my hands. I squeezed back. "Thanks for inviting me," I

said back.

We

pulled away before too many around us could get suspicious. Christine

crossed her arms timidly in front of her chest. Her nipples were hard.

This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

I

was introduced to the other kids at the party and they all seemed nice

enough. Talia was very outgoing, and seemed to be flirting with me a

bit; there was Shelly and Anne, two blondes with cold dispositions who

weren't sisters, but looked and acted like they could have been; Jake

and his girlfriend Laura, who i'm pretty sure were fucking, despite

being the most outwardly religious of the group; a nice dude named

Roberto; and Denny, the clear hound dog who I later learned had had some

sort of previous relationship with Talia before setting his sights

squarely on Christine once she and Eric broke up.

They

were a nice crew, and we spent the afternoon chatting and swimming,

drinking non-alcoholic drinks, and listening to Christian bands that I

had never heard of, yet they all knew the words to every song. On the

one hand it was a world I knew nothing about, but on the other hand, I

could tell we were all just young adults trying to figure out what life

was supposed to be like, and who we were supposed to spend it with.

I

actually didn't spend a ton of time talking with Christine, but I

seemed unable to get rid of Denny. This guy seemed to go out of his way

to talk to me, and pretend to be interested in what I was saying, I'm

pretty sure because he thought it would impress Christine. He wanted her

bad, I could tell, and it gave me a perverse joy to know that he'd

never have her, and that I had had my cock in her mouth. Petty, I know,

but that's what we are at this age.

Talia

cornered me more than once, and made a show of shifting her hips and

lounging in positions that pushed her considerable breasts together to

get me to admire her cleavage. She wasn't trying to hide it, and she

definitely didn't care who knew; in fact I was told "that's how she is,"

for whatever that's worth. It may be "how she is," but it also ended

with us exchanging internet contact info. I'm not sure if Christine

noticed.

The

"twins," as Shelly and Anne were called, were the toughest to crack.

They didn't seem much interested in talking to me, and when they did it

was short statements, or oddball questions. I didn't mind not spending

much time with them, however the two of them together was quite a sight.

Long blonde hair, skinny and tall with more ass than tits, they were

like hot, leggy sculptures under big, dark sunglasses.

To be continued in Part 10

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Suzie’s Showers

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Slowly

my sanity returned, and my breath calmed down. I looked at the sizable

amount of cum I just shot into Suzie Travino's shower, and turned the

faucet spray on to wash away the evidence.

Taking

a long, deep breath of satisfaction, I stepped back, cock still

protruding high and proud from my pants, rested on the edge of the sink

and shut my eyes for a moment.

It was short lived.

"That's

a great-looking cock," the voice said.

My eyes burst open and my head

snapped toward the door. Standing in the doorway, wrapped in only a

towel was Stephanie’s mom, Sarah. Her hair was ruffled in that sexy

just-been-fucked kind of way, and she had a certain glow about her pale

skin. "I can see why she likes you."

My

heart practically stopped. The fact that I had no idea who the "she"

was in that statement was concerning. Did it reference Tara? Did Sarah

know what my relationship with Tara was like? Did she know what I had

just seen?

"But

then again Stephanie’s always had an eye for, talent." she said with a

smirk. Stephanie. Of course she meant Stephanie. Jesus, this was all

sending my mind in circles.

Coming

back to earth, I frantically stuffed my softening cock back into my

pants. "You can leave the shower on," Sarah said as she slowly walked

towards me. I awkwardly shuffled past the girl of my dreams, who was

about to shower my best friend's cunt juice off her face and body.

"Tim?" she called toward me as I reached the door, "I won't tell if you

don't." She offered me a wink and a sly grin, and I just nodded like an

imbecile and hurried out the door.

Floating

down stairs I scanned the party for Mike. I needed to get out of there

and clear my head, but I didn't want to abandon my friend. On the other

hand, he was a big boy and could take care of himself, so after a quick

once over of the crowd I headed out.

Walking towards the car, my mind was reeling. I felt a buzz in my pocket. Pulling out my phone I saw a message. From Tara.

"Are

you ok? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Please don't hate me" it read. I

paused. I searched my feelings; I definitely didn't hate her. I didn't

know what I felt, honestly. Was I ok with it because it wasn't a guy?

Was I ok with it because I could live vicariously through my best

friend? I needed time to process.

"Yeah I'm ok," I finally wrote back, "I don't hate you, I just need time to process."

Bubbles appeared then disappeared on her end. I could tell neither of us quite knew what to say.

"That was fucking wild" I finally offered, breaking the ice

"Yeah I know, lol; I definitely didn't plan for you to find out like that, "

"It was definitely a, stimulating experience." I offered back.

A

quick "lol" popped up from her, then a pause. Bubbles. No bubbles.

Bubbles, then eggplant emoji, water droplets, question mark. I laughed.

It was funny, but it was also more timid than I expected from Tara. I

think she was a little embarrassed. But not so embarrassed that she

didn't want to know. I sent her back a gif that expressed the excited

affirmative, and was quickly responded to with another "lol." Then

bubbles, then "good :)"

My cock stirred.

Not

sure where to go from there I started a sign off text when I was

greeted by another message from Tara, one that took all the weight from

my shoulders: "Let's get lunch tomorrow." I was ecstatic. I missed her

friendship so much, and somehow the craziness of tonight seems to have

set us on a path to mending things. Thank God.

I

immediately wrote back an affirmative, then signed off pleasantly with

"get some sleep" and headed off once again toward my car with a smile on

my face.

As

I walked down the long shadowy driveway thoughts of the evening's

events were dissipated by low moans and grunts. Low moans and grunts

that were coming from my car. My ears, and cock, perked up.

I

stealthily approached my vehicle, peering over the hood of the next

nearest car. Through the backseat window I saw two bodies. Specifically

two heavenly bodies; the luscious, fat globes attached to the chest of

Mike's girlfriend Kerri. Her low cut top had been pulled down, and her

glorious, Greek melons were free to the night air, jiggling and bouncing

with the rhythm of love. They were different than I had expected.

Surprisingly perky for their size, they reached outward and arched to

the point of her nipples, as opposed to being more round and falling to

the side.

Oh yeah, Mike was there too, his head hung back in pleasure as Kerri impaled herself on his cock.

Those

tits, though. My God. plump and full, pressed together in a delightful

bouquet by her arms as she gripped Mike's shoulders. Her nipples were

screaming to be sucked, but were disappointingly dry. I was transfixed

by their jiggle and bounce so much so that I didn't even realize Kerri

was looking directly at me. My stomach dropped in slight embarrassment

when we made eye contact, but there was no shame on her breathless,

lusty face. The corners of her open, gasping mouth turned upward into a

smile at the recognition, and she turned back toward the activity at

hand as a shock of pleasure passed over her. I think being watched might

have turned her on.

"Yes,

that's it, baby, that's it!" She moaned as her eyes shut. She was

getting close. She bounced hard and fast on Mike's cock, angling toward

orgasm, but apparently it was too much for the young man.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Mike bellowed out, gripping on to Kerri tightly.

"Not

yet, baby, just hold on, just a little longer," Kerri pleaded through

gasps, both of them too far gone to change strategies.

"I'm

gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm; uh" Mike exclaimed as his balls

started rocketing sperm up into Kerri. I had no idea if they were using a

condom, but something was definitely getting filled with hot love at

that moment. "Yeah, take that cum, baby, take that cum," Mike gasped out

in a very porny display. Kerri was a good sport, though, and rode him

like a champ through his orgasm at the expense of her own.

"Fuck,

that was so fucking good," Mike said as he came down. I saw Kerri look

back over at me, tits still exposed and heaving up and down with labored

breaths, and give me a look that said "agree to disagree."

I

chuckled, and held up my open hand and mouthed "five minutes?" then

cocked my head to the side indicating a desire to get going. Her smirk

returned and she nodded in the affirmative as she pulled her blouse back

up over her bulbous breasts. I chuckled and shook my head, sitting down

out of sight in order to give them the time they needed to get decent.

What a night. What a fucking night.

Alexa has her horny secrets

As Tim slowly learns he’s not the only horny person in the building, Alexa’s diary adds some more racy details.

"Yeah,

that's it, that's it," I said between ragged breaths, "cum on me; I

want you to cum on me!" Gripping the edge of my friend's bathroom sink,

my reflection a foggy haze thanks to my hot breath pouring over it, I

had only one thought in my mind: I'm in big trouble.

To

be clear, at that exact moment I wasn't in big trouble, no, at that

exact moment I had my skirt bunched up, my panties around my ankles, and

my body was awash with the lovely sensations of a perfectly adequate

cock sliding in and out of my satisfactorily wet cunt. It felt nice, it

was, fine.

College

was out for the summer, so I, along with many other 18 and 19 year olds

from the area, had two semesters-worth of new life experiences to

share, and four hot months to share them with as many friends, or other

able-bodied, willing participants as possible. This meant only one

thing: house parties.

It's

funny how a few short months can change things. That night I was at the

house of a girl I went to high school with, Sasha, who I honestly can't

remember ever saying two words to while we were in school together. My

step-brother Tim's high school graduation had been earlier that day, and

we had run into each other at the ceremony; she was there in support of

her younger brother as well. We exchanged overly enthusiastic

pleasantries for two people who spent four years together and barely

ever spoke, but it ended with an invitation to a party at her house. I

gladly accepted. I had a lot of things on my mind, and desperately

needed some distraction.

My

first year at college had brought a lot of new experiences into my

life, but at the top of that list was the loss of my virginity. It was

my nineteenth birthday, and my roommate sneakily set me up with a

handsome bartender that, unbeknownst to me, she had personally vetted

the night before.

His

name was Brian, and he was an older man, gorgeous and charming, a total

breath of fresh air compared to the college boys I had fooled around

with up to that point. We chatted, we kissed, and by the time we got up

to his apartment, I was literally drooling for this man's cock. And what

a cock it was; easily the biggest I had ever seen; and I was desperate

for it to be the first cock inside me.

And

boy was it. He made me cum twice, practically sawed me in half with his

perfect penis, and when he finally pulled out and showered my body with

his hot semen it felt like a coronation. I had arrived. I was a woman, a

sexual woman, and I had pleased this Man with my body. I felt amazing.

The

following morning we both fell into the shower. Our kisses came hot and

heavy, lips on lips, lips on necks, hands roaming over bodies, and as

the warm water began to cascade down on us I felt him slide his hand

down between my legs and dip his finger between the already slick lips

of my cunt. I grabbed onto him to steady myself as my legs almost

buckled.

His

fingers glided around my lips and clit, sending shocks of pleasure

pulsing through my body, but it was when he curved his finger and

slipped it up inside that I really began to vibrate. I needed more of

him inside me. I could feel his cock begin to harden against my leg as I

gasped into his ear. His big, thick cock. I needed it.

Slipping

down to my knees on the tile floor of the shower, the water poured over

my thick black hair as I came face to face with the object of my lust.

My fingers gripped it, felt its girth; I couldn't believe I had fit this

entire thing inside me the night before. I held his heavy balls in my

hand, then, done with my admiration, I opened my lips and took it into

my mouth.

I

would have worshiped this idol all day if I could, but this wasn't

about worship, this was about getting more of that amazing new feeling I

had last night, so I sucked. I bobbed my head hard and fast, determined

to get that beautiful cock as hard as possible. I felt it grow. I felt

it stiffen, and soon it was too much for me to fit in my mouth.

I

pulled off, looking at the hard pleasure baton before me, and quickly

stood up. I kept one hand on him, stroking, encouraging. We kissed

again, and then, like a whirlwind, Brian spun me around and bent me over

toward the wall. I braced myself, the warm water pouring down my back,

felt his hand grip my hip tightly, and then felt the bulbous head of his

hard cock inch between my lips.

I gasped.

He pushed.

I stretched.

He entered.

There

it was again. That full, enveloping feeling. At first it was short,

slow thrusts; he had only managed to get in the first couple inches; It

felt amazing, but I wanted more. He grabbed my hips with both hands,

repositioned the angle slightly, and pushed again. This time he didn't

stop, and I let out a loud, pleasureful " Uh, as I took the full length

of his cock. I lost my breath immediately, and was in a euphoric state

of shock as he bottomed out inside me. Pulling back slowly, and pushing

in again, my body began to get used to this erotic intruder, sending

cascades of cunt juice down my walls to welcome him.

As

he began to saw back and forth, I became lost in the sensation. Short,

high-pitched grunts escaped my lips on each inward thrust; he was so

deep inside me. His hands hooked into my hips, I felt my fat, wet

asscheeks ripple and shake with each slap of his hips as he started to

fuck me harder. My moans got louder as his thrusts got faster. My whole

body was buzzing. His groans of exertion just got me hotter and wetter,

and I reveled in the pleasure my young body was giving this older man.

All I could do was say "more, more, "

In

response, one of his hands left my hip and snaked further around to the

front of my body, slipping back down between my legs. His fingers

touched my clit and I almost screamed.

Fucking

me hard from behind, pushing my body against the slick wall of the

shower as his cock drove so deep inside me, my body began buzzing as his

fingers strummed my throbbing clit. My arms started to wave, trying

desperately to find something sturdy to hold on to, doing my best to

brace myself as a tsunami of pleasure began to crest over me. The

pressure began in my cunt, swirling inside me, tightening, tensing up.

His cock drove into me again and again, racing me toward climax. My

walls gripped his shaft tightly, squeezing desperately to stop him from

leaving on every outward stroke. His hand not on my clit reached up,

grasping my shoulder trying to steady himself, and as a passionate cry

escaped his throat, I knew. I knew he was racing toward heaven as

quickly as I was, trying not to get there before me, and that was it. It

put me over the edge.

The

spring of pleasure inside me released, and electricity shot through me.

My cunt started to spasm and pulse around his thick, manly cock, and he

pushed into me once more and held himself there. His arms grabbed my

shaking body tight, and he held me as his cock sent me spiraling through

the cosmos.

It

seemed like all systems inside me did a hard reboot, and suddenly I was

back on earth being soothed by warm water, bosom heaving with ragged

breath, in the arms of a man whose cock was deep inside me. I smiled as I

remembered where I was.

I

shimmied my ass against him to signal I was present and accounted for,

and I felt his thick meat throb inside me. His breath was loud in my

ear, and as I reached up and felt for the short stubble on his face, I

breathlessly asked him "did you cum?"

He shook his head no, croaking out "No. Very close."

I

felt his hands gripping my slick body, his cock pulse inside me with

the desperate need for release, his hot, labored breathing, and

something unexpected came over me.

Earlier

in the year I had been at a party. It was the end of the first

semester, and after a long period of finals and papers, it was our

chance to blow off a little steam while we waited for grades to be

posted at midnight. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a conversation

with a few fellow female classmates that was quickly turning dirty.

"And

that's why I always swallow," Jane said, raising her glass in a mock

salute, eliciting a laugh from us all. Jane was very tall, almost six

feet, and very gorgeous and put together. Her hair was perfectly sandy

blonde, her skin always seemingly flawlessly tanned; it was frankly

difficult for me to imagine someone as in control as her letting a guy

shoot off in her mouth. Then again, they say it's the most efficient way

to deal with clean up, so maybe it made sense after all.

"ALWAYS?"

Said Meera, across from me. Meera was a curvy Indian girl with long

black hair, wide hips and big breasts. Breasts she wasn't shy about

putting on display tonight beneath her tight, low cut blouse.

"Always,"

Jane said, confidently, "It's efficient, it's quick, and guys fucking

love it." Everyone laughed in agreement again. "Why, you don't?" She

said, tossing the question back to Meera.

"I

mean I do," Meera began, "I love swallowing, but sometimes I like to

spice it up, you know?" She said through arching eyebrows as she pushed

her breasts together with her arms and shook her cleavage at us as we

all laughed.

Jane

shook her head in disagreement. "If that's what you do with spice,

remind me never to try your cooking!" We all laughed again.

"Oh

come on," Meera said with a tone of disbelief, "It's good, clean, dirty

fun, and the guys get off on marking their territory. Besides, what

else are these honkers good for?" She said, grabbing her bulging breasts

with both hands. "Alexa knows what I'm talking about, right, Alexa?"

She gestured toward me, "You've got a nice big pair over there;

sometimes it's fun to put 'em to work, right?"

All eyes were on me as I shifted uncomfortably.

"Actually,” I began timidly, “ no."

"So you swallow, then." Jane stated more than asked.

I pursed my lips in a pained smile and shook my head no.

"So what do you do when a guy's gonna cum, just jerk him off?" Meera said, legitimately intrigued.

"I just sorta,” I offered with an embarrassed tone “ let him finish it off, usually."

"REALLY?" Jane said, surprised. All the girls were very engaged with me now, and I was starting to turn beet red.

"Yeah,

I mean, I'm still kinda new to it all," I said in defense of myself.

"Don't get me wrong, I love giving blowjobs and I love giving handjobs,

but I just haven't yet gotten used to, the spice."

"Fair enough," Jane said tilting her cup at me, "You'll get there soon, I'm sure."

"I

just don't see what the big deal is," I offered back with a shrug, "I

mean it's kinda fun to watch it shoot out, but it's just you know, goop.

And if I'm not having sex, why would I want to use anything other than

my hand our mouth to get it?"

"It's

so much more than just goop, girl!" Meera proclaimed, "It's the

pleasure; it's the reward. And sex, any sex, is about using your whole

body for pleasure, not just tongues and fingers and cocks and pussies."

"I'll drink to that," Jane said, and we all laughed and drank.

Later on, as the clock neared midnight, I paced in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting my grades.

"I

don't know, M," I said to Meera, who leaned on the counter nearby with a

near total calm, "I tanked that final. I TANKED it. If I fail that

class, I don't know what I'm going to do."

"It's

gonna be fine, Alexa, you took that class to try something new, and

when the time came you knew that stuff inside and out. I saw you in

class; you were relaxed, you were confident, you just gotta trust me."

"I don't know, it didn't feel like I knew what I was doing, "

"Just

trust me, girl," she said, taking a drink from her cup. My pacing

didn't abate, and I watched as an idea formed in her head. "Tell you

what: I'm so confident that you have nothing to worry about, that if you

get anything less than an A-, I'll buy you lunch every day for the next

semester."

My pacing stopped. That was quite an expensive bet she was making. One that she seemed extremely confident she was going to win.

"And what if I Do get an A- or above?" I said with suspicion in my voice.

Meera

walked over to me and pointed across the room at a guy named Kyle, who

was playing a drinking game with some of our classmates. He and I were

friends, and occasional hook up partners.

"I know how hard you've been studying, and I know how long it's been since you and Kyle had some alone time."

"He

was so sweet during finals; he didn't try to push anything, he even

brought me dinner a few nights when I was studying for that damn test." I

smiled at the memory.

"Well

now's the perfect time to show how much you appreciate that," Meera

continued, "so for this bet, if you get an A or above on your final,”

she leaned in and whispered the stipulations into my ear. I instantly

turned beet red. Maybe she had a point though. Maybe it was time for me

to broaden my horizons.

"Ok," I said, nodding, "I'll do it."

"That a girl!"

The

clock turned over to the midnight hour, and almost on cue everyone

began checking their phones for their grades. There were some sighs of

relief, some groans of disappointment, but for me, thanks to the bet I

made with Meera, there was an increasing wetness in my panties as I

waited for the page to load.

The wheel spun over and over, and then my eyes widened as I saw my grade.

"Let's

see it!" Meera cawed, and my cheeks grew red as I gave her the phone,

revealing a big, bright A next to my final grade for the class in

question. A big smile spread over her full lips, she raised her eyebrows

and said "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Pocketing my phone, face hot with anticipation, I made my way over to Kyle. He wasn't as joyous as some of the others.

"Hey Ry," I opened, "what's wrong?"

"Eh, things just didn't go the way I hoped," he said with a dour tone, "I worked really hard, too, but,” He just shrugged.

"Hey," I said, reaching down and taking his hand, "why don't you come with me and we can, talk about it."

Kyle's eyebrows raised up high, a smirk began to form at the edges of his lips, and he made his way off with me.

Drawing

him into an upstairs bedroom, I pulled him close, kissed him long and

deep, and then sat him on the nearby bed as I went to lock the door.

Walking

back over to him I stood between his legs. I could tell by the bulge in

his pants that he was already starting to get hard in anticipation of

what might happen next. I reached for his belt, and in turn he reached

out for the button to my jeans. "No," I said, gently pushing his hands

away from my admittedly wet cunt, "tonight this is for you."

Kyle

smiled, and shifted closer toward the edge of the bed as I worked open

his belt and pants. I gripped either side of the fabric, and as he

lifted his hips I slid his pants and underwear down his legs, sinking to

my knees in front of him as I did so.

I

hadn't seen that many cocks at this point in my life, but I was pretty

sure Kyle's was a good one. Decent length, decent girth, I had never had

a problem fitting it into my mouth, but it was also big enough to make

sure my hands could get in on the action too. Kneeling there in front of

him, his cock arched toward the sky, fully hard and straining. Leaning

forward I opened my mouth, taking his tip between my lips.

A loud, long sigh rose out of his chest.

I

swirled my tongue around the wide head of his cock, generating as much

lubrication in my mouth as I could manage. I was going to need it. I put

my hands up on his bare thighs and began to pull him deeper. My head

bobbed up and down along the length of his shaft, every pulse and twitch

in my mouth making my cunt wetter and wetter.

Not

usually one for sloppy blow jobs, tonight was decidedly different. Each

slip of his cock into my mouth left him slicker and more covered with

my saliva, and each outward stroke brought a loud slurping noise from

me.

"Jesus,

Alexa, this is fucking amazing!" Kyle groaned as his breath began to

shorten. I felt his cock grow even harder in my mouth; He was getting

close.

With

a wet pop I pulled my mouth off his cock, making sure to leave an extra

helping of wetness on him. Kyle reluctantly snapped out of his building

pleasure, a confused look on his face.

I

stood up. Reaching down I grasped the hem of my blouse and pulled it up

and over my head, revealing my bare stomach and bra-encased breasts to

the low lamplight. I unclasped my black bra, feeling the joy of release

as I pulled the big cups away from my large, full breasts. Kyle looked

on in amazement. My nipples were hard as rocks.

Taking

his hand again, I stood him up, and we switched places. I sat on the

edge of the bed now, and Kyled stood between my legs, his hard,

glistening rod mere inches from my naked chest.

It was time to keep my end of the bet.

"I

want you to fuck my tits," I said, looking him in the eye. His mouth

hung stupidly open at this request. He asked no questions, just nodded

excitedly.

I

grasped each of my large breasts in my hands and instinctively gave my

nipples a quick pinch, sending a spike of pleasure through my body.

Kyle stepped forward.

I pressed my tits together, making a long, seductive runway of cleavage.

His

fat head slid into the tight space between my tits. It was a new and

exciting feeling as his full length slid between my breasts, and I

couldn't help but give my nipples another tweak as an accent.

Kyle

groaned as his tip crested out through the top of my cleavage ever so

briefly, then pulled back down between them. Jesus, it was fucking hot. I

wasn't expecting that.

I

drooled some saliva down to help aid his way, and I felt a hand grasp

my bare shoulder as he began to thrust. Pump after pump he slipped his

length between my sweet, pillowy tits, and every time the tip popped out

between them it turned me on more. His cock head was a deep purple,

blood straining against spongy skin just dying for a release.

I

looked up at Kyle; he was in pure heaven. I never in a million years

would have thought to do this, but now I was thinking I might need to

make it a regular thing. My breasts, my body, was bringing him immense

pleasure in ways I had never appreciated it could outside of a mouth, or

hands, or a cunt. It was if my whole body was a sexual organ.

I think this is what Meera had been getting at.

Then

a sudden cry erupted from Kyle's mouth and he began to shake. He

gripped my shoulder tight. His eyes flew open and looked directly at me

with wanton desperation. He might not have had the power of speech at

that moment, but I knew immediately the question he asked with his eyes.

I nodded.

He

cried out again, quickening his pace. He thrust himself between my

plump tits harder and more erratically now. Suddenly the unintelligible

cries turned to gasps of "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," and I felt his other hand

grasp tightly at my arm. I kept my balance, leaning into him as two

final, hard, frantic thrusts burrowed between my swollen tits. Then, as

his cockhead surfaced out of the deep ocean of my cleavage for the final

time, it shook, it flared, and then suddenly the first rope of hot cum

seared the cool flesh of my chest.

I gasped.

Holding

my tits together tight so as to not lose any of the delicious pressure

around his spurting cock, I held my breath excitedly as the second,

third, and fourth stream of hot joy leapt from his tip and spread all

over me. I felt it hit me under the chin, I felt it grasp at the nape of

my neck; it was Kyle's total, full body release and relief, spread like

exploding fireworks across my chest.

I had never experienced the male orgasm like this before. I had never experienced cum like this before. It was exhilarating.

We

both began to regain our breath as his cock dribbled out the last dregs

of his supremely emptied balls, and with a thick slurp, Kyle slipped

his cock out from between my cum-covered tits. I leaned back onto my

elbows to take in the moment. My chest glistened with sloppy white pools

of diamond.

"God damn, Alexa," Kyle wheezed, "that was so fucking hot."

I

looked at him as he took in the semen-glazed sight before him. There

was a new look in his eye I didn't recognize. It was at once both a look

of conquest, and a look of satisfaction at a job well done.

Kyle

padded off to the en suite bathroom to get us both towels, leaving me

to bask in the moment. Meera was right; there was a certain kind of

magic to it.

It was then I remembered the final part of the bet.

Reaching

into my pocket, I retrieved my phone, opened up the camera. Making sure

to get the whole spread of the x-rated painting on my chest while

cropping out my face, I took a single photograph, snapchatting it to

Meera with the caption "you were right :)"

I laid there on the bed in silence thinking about that look on his face. It was a special, special look.

Standing

beneath the falling rain of the shower, feeling Brian begin to

slowly-but-anxiously feed his cock in and out of my cunt again, I

thought about that look on Kyle's face that night. I wanted to see it

again.

Slipping off his long, straining cock I turned to face him, then sank to my knees once again.

I

gripped firmly at his large balls, pulled up tight to his body in

anticipation of the coming release, and took the huge head of his cock

into my mouth once again. Sliding it deeper, I bobbed my head with

purpose, sucking long and deliberate strokes, desperately milking his

climax to the forefront.

Brian

began to shake. His gasps came quicker and deeper. I felt his rock-hard

dick swell up even firmer, giving me my final warning.

With one last languid drag of my lips along his shaft, I popped his cock out of my mouth.

Brian looked down at me with a ferocious hunger.

Never taking my eyes off his, I leaned back onto my heels and put my hands on his wet thighs.

He reached his hand to his straining, bobbing manhood.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth.

I

felt his body shake as he pumped his cock with abandon, and then, after

a final grunt of exertion, I felt the first rope of his hot cum drape

itself across my face.

Another on my lip

A third from my chin into my open mouth.

A fourth against my neck.

Feeling

no more lashes from the most erotic of whips, I opened my eyes just in

time to see him milk the final pulses of cum out of his cock and over

his knuckles.

He

let go of his spent cock, and I leaned forward, taking it into my mouth

again. Suckling on the head, I looked up at him again, and there, on my

knees, painted with this man's cum, I saw the look.

Conquest. Ownership. Satisfaction.

I

had never planned to see Brian again, but I wanted him to know that for

at least this one day, everything I had belonged to him.

You can imagine my surprise the weekend I came home from school and discovered he was dating my mother.

It

was a complete and total coincidence, he had no idea she was my mother,

but coincidence or not, we had a huge problem on our hands, hence the

huge trouble I was currently in.

School

was now over for the year, and I was going to be home a lot more, and I

had no idea how I was going to handle seeing my mother being

affectionate with this man I had experienced so intimately.

That's

why at Sasha's party I did whatever I could to get my mind off the

trouble at hand, which on this particular night meant fucking this kid

Trevor I knew from honor's math class in Sasha's upstairs bathroom.

He

was cute enough, and I had had enough drinks to feel pleasant and

flushed, so after a short round of catching up and flirting we made our

way upstairs. I wasn't looking for love, I was looking for distraction.

As

I mentioned, his dick was perfectly adequate. Sucking dick always got

me very wet, and I desperately needed to get fucked soon, so I slipped

his cock into my mouth and bobbed away as I waited for the juices to

start flowing inside me.

I

quickly got wet, alright, but the problem was every time I closed my

eyes it was Brian's huge cock I was sucking, not Trevor's.

I tried to shake off the thoughts, so I slid my panties off, hiked up my skirt, and bent over the sink.

I

heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then I felt Trevor's hand on my

ass as he quickly fumbled with his cock to find my wet opening.

I thought about how I had fucked Brian bareback. Twice.

Trevor pushed clumsily and after a few tries I felt my cunt walls stretch to welcome him.

My

mind drifted to how expertly Brian had warmed me up and fed my body his

massive cock. How it split me wide. Trevor's cock was nice, but it

wasn't, that.

Trevor

humped and fucked at me, his hips slapping against my ass as his cock

drove up into me. It felt good, but it was nowhere near good enough to

get me to cum, or to drive the thoughts of Brian's magnificent cock from

my mind.

Pleasant

as this experience was, It wasn't working, so I was ready to move on.

Stealing a trick from my roommate Claire, I called out in my sexiest

moan "Cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" This was a command that

seemingly no man could resist, and instantly drove them to the brink. I

had only given this command once before, to Brian that first time he

fucked me, and for him it wasn't a shortcut, it was an honest request to

be showered in his seed.

The

thought triggered something inside me and I felt my orgasm start to

build, but the shortcut worked before I could wrangle it. Suddenly my

cunt was empty of Trevor's cock and I heard the snap of a removed

condom. He gripped my wide ass with one hand, trembled and shook as he

jerked his cock with the other, and then with a gasp and a groan I felt

his hot cum spurting out and lashing the flesh of my ass.

It

was, fine. Trevor's cock, his cum, while nice, did nothing to remove

the memory of being properly fucked and claimed by the man who was now

my mother's boyfriend.

Trevor and I cleaned up, he kissed me, thanked me, and exited, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed heavily.

"What the fuck am I going to do?"

Chapter 14: Stephanie gives Tim an explosive graduation present.

The

sunshine sneaking through the cracks in my window shades told me it was

Saturday morning. The hardon between my legs told me I was awake.

Last

night was a whirlwind, and I honestly wasn't even sure it all really

happened. After losing my virginity the night before, yesterday had

begun with me emptying my balls into the slick womb of my step-sister's

best friend, followed by my high school graduation, all leading to a

mega party at my classmate's house where I seemingly made up with my

best friend Tara, found out she was dating Sarah (my next door neighbor

and longest crush), watched them fuck, and then ended with me shooting

my nuts off into an empty shower right before Sarah walked in on me and

told me I had a "great-looking cock." Oh yeah, and then I got caught

peeping by my friend Mike's girlfriend Kerri as they fucked in the back

of my car, which I'm pretty sure turned her on.

It had been a wild 24 hours.

Still

hard from the magic of the morning and the memories of last night, I

pulled the covers back, fished my cock out of my pajama shorts, and

examined it while I let it breathe. Sarah called it "great-looking."

Stephanie called it "gorgeous." Tara called it "fantastic." I had looked

at it before, but I had never really LOOKED at it. As the teenage guy I

was, I always worried that my dick would be inadequate, that it would

be too small, that it wouldn't be able to get hard, but up until very

recently I never had any independent commentary done on it. I had to say

I was a fan of the results. And looking at it now, I could see what

they saw in it. It was thick, it was hard, it was a good length, it was,

proud. My fingers passed over it gently and I briefly thought of

replaying the scenes of the previous day and jerking off, but I was

meeting Stephanie later this evening for my "graduation present," and I

wanted to stay at the ready just in case the evening went the way I

hoped it would.

Stephanie.

She was an enigma. We had fucked twice, and she had finally opened up

to me a bit, but she was still playing games. I needed to get to the

bottom of why she was acting weird about us, hopefully after I got to

the bottom of her cunt again with my "gorgeous" cock.

My

cock stayed hard as I showered, but I resisted the urge there too, even

as my dirty mind circled back toward Mike's girlfriend Kerri. I knew it

was wrong, but, damn she had nice tits. The way they bounced as she

fucked was intoxicating. It was a shame that Mike wasn't giving that

girl everything she needed and then some.

Heading

downstairs for a coffee before I left to meet Tara, I cheerily greeted

my step mom Kelly, but was met with a distracted "mmhmm," which was

decidedly out of character for her. She sat at the kitchen table nursing

her own coffee, staring wistfully out the window. Something was up.

"What's up, Kell?" I said, sitting down to join her.

"Nothing, honey, it's fine," She begged off, stirring her coffee idly.

"Come

on, Kelly," I said, not buying the front she was putting up, "you

always said I could talk to you about anything, so you should be able to

do the same with me!"

"You're

so sweet, Tim," she smiled. She let out a big sigh, and leaned backward

against the back of her chair. "It's Brian, my, friend." she finally

let out. The pause before "friend" spoke volumes to me. I don't know

what they had been doing with each other, but they were clearly more

than friends.

"What about him?" I said, filling the space of her pause.

"I don't think I'm going to be seeing him for a while."

"No? Why, what happened?" Kelly began to answer but before the words came out, my step sister Alexa came bouncing into the room.

"Morning,"

she said, flatly, not registering the vibe in the room. Her mom's less

than enthusiastic response gave her pause the same way it did me, and

she turned her attention toward us. "What're you guys talking about?"

"Brian

broke up with her," I blurted out bluntly, looking Alexa dead in the

eyes. I watched the color leave her face, and her body tensed up.

Unbeknownst to Kelly, Brian had been the one to take Alexa’s virginity,

which created a conflict of interest to say the least, but Brian made

Kelly happier than I had ever seen since my dad passed away; I was

really hoping this wasn't all because of something Alexa had said to

him. Maybe it was, or maybe the knowledge that he had pushed his dick

into his girlfriend's daughter was just too weird for him, who knows.

"We

didn't break; I mean we weren't,” Kelly stammered, “ I don't know what

we were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he

needed some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's

all."

"Jeez,

mom, I'm sorry," Alexa said, sitting down at the table now. There was

still a slight sense of panic on her face. She reached out and touched

her mom's hand lovingly.

"Yeah, he seemed nice," I added, still staring at Alexa.

"Thanks,

you guys," Kelly said warmly. She basked in our love for a moment, then

snapped out of it. "Anyway, it is what it is. I need to get going -

Sandy and I are going shopping. What're you kids up to today?"

"I'm getting lunch with Tara," I said, bringing some lightness back to mind.

"That's great, honey!" Kelly beamed, "I like her; I miss seeing her around."

"Yeah,

me too," I said, smiling back at her. Alexa remained silent, but the

positive energy of my plans with Tara seemed to be enough to get Kelly

moving.

"Well

you two have fun," she said, "I don't know what time I'll be back,

shopping might turn into drinks after shopping, who's to say" she

chuckled. Getting up from the table she made her way around, kissed us

each on the forehead, and went off on her way.

Alexa and I sat in silence.

"What did you say to him?" I whispered bluntly.

"Nothing!" She loudly whispered back "I haven't even seen him since he was here the other night!"

"Well

the timing is pretty damn convenient," I grumbled. We sat in silence

for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," I

finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't

see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you

should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out."

I

couldn't believe what I was saying. Not only had Brian fucked Alexa

(twice!), but I also knew from first hand experience that he had some

kinky shit going on with Sandy and her husband Don. It was for the first

time, in that moment, that I realized all of that took a backseat to

Kelly's happiness. I wanted it for her. She deserved it.

"Fine," Alexa said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right."

"Good." I said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing."

I had no idea if that was true.

"I

gotta go meet Tara," I said, finishing my coffee as I stood up. "By the

way," I snorted as I made my way past Alexa, "you might wanna take a

shower, you smell like a beer hall."

I had no idea where she had been the night before; I'd have to remember to ask Stephanie for the details later.

"God, Ridley and Ms. Dorman?" Tara said in disbelief as she took a pull from her soda. "I still can't believe it."

"Yeah,

me neither," I replied with a chuckle. Lunch with Tara had been great

so far. We slipped right back into our old rhythms, joking and laughing

as we gossipped and caught up. Somehow the pressure was gone, at least

for the moment, and the warm glow I felt in her presence had returned.

It

didn't hurt that she looked great today, too. Even on days like today,

when she wasn't trying to impress anyone, Tara couldn't help but bring a

certain smolder. Short gym shorts and knee high socks showed off her

thick thighs, and the bra she wore under her loose tank top had extra

straps that draped across the top of her tits, accenting them while not

being overly flashy.

"What was his dick like, did you see it?" She said, leaning in, munching on a french fry. That was the Tara I knew and loved.

"Curved

and kinda small," I responded with stifled glee. I was certain I had a

nicer cock than the resident lothario of the local educational system.

"Jesus,

Miller, you're becoming quite the experienced peeping tom, huh" She

joked, smiling wryly. She was sure right. A couple weeks ago Tara and I

had witnessed my next door neighor Sarah get fucked in full view of her

bedroom window, then a couple days ago I caught my favorite teacher

fucking the gym teacher in a classroom, and last night, God, last night.

Last night I had watched Tara and Sarah eat each other out at a

graduation party. My best friend and my biggest crush fucking each

other.

"Yeah,

I'll say," I responded. A long pause hung in the air between us as we

both remembered what happened last night. It had been a hell of a way to

find out about Tara and Sarah's relationship, but somehow it also

seemed to diffuse the tension between us. That being said, it was still

another highly erotic experience we shared despite neither one of us

ever touching the other.

My cock twitched in my pants at the memory.

All

of a sudden my attention was brought back to the here and now as my

gaze fell across the outdoor patio we relaxed in. Two new patrons had

entered, and just been seated. It was a medium height, skinny African

American guy about our age, and a tall, thick-thighed strawberry blonde

with two of the biggest tits I had ever had the pleasure of seeing, that

sat beneath a modest, knee-length sundress.

"Hey,"

I said to Tara, breaking the silence finally, trying not to stare at

the couple across the way, "See that girl over there?" I slyly flicked

my eyes in their direction as I spoke.

"Who, the redhead?" Said, looking right over with no such attempt at conspicuousness.

"Strawberry

blonde," I corrected her, "or at least that's what she likes to say."

Tara rolled her eyes. "That's Rachel." Tara's eyes went wide.

"The one from the prom, who, you know,” she whispered at me now, making a slight "jack off" hand motion for emphasis.

"Jesus, stop that," I chuckled, swatting at her hand before Rachel could see. "Yeah, that's her,"

Tara

side-eyed her as she and her companion settled in with their menus. She

looked good. Big tits straining against the front of her dress,

neckline low enough to show off her collarbones and a hint of her deep

cleavage but high enough to remain decent, thick thighs crossed over

each other stemmed out from the flare of her dress, cute, conservative,

white sneakers on her feet.

"She

looks pretty uptight," Tara said dismissively, "I'm sorry she got

grossed out by your cum, but frankly I'm not really surprised; she seems

like the 'dry handy under a thick blanket' type." My eyes went wide, at

first in disbelief that Tara would use that kind of language in a

public setting, but then because I couldn't believe she remembered the

"ew, gross!" story. It had been pretty hurtful to me at the time, and

she remembered, and was even now trying to make me feel better about it.

We sat in a small silence again as we both side eyed Rachel now. It was good to have my friend back.

"Man,

redheads just seem to always have the best tits, don't they?" she said

finally. All I could do was nod. I remembered those tits, fat and wide,

bursting through my fingers as I squeezed them; Jiggling seductively as

she stroked my cock; lashed with a thick line of my hot semen. Semen

Tara didn't think was gross.

Redheads

always have the best tits. Sarah was a redhead. Sarah had fantastic

tits. I had seen Tara's hands and lips ravage them just last night. This

conversational segue could not be avoided. Clearly we weren't sure how

to broach the subject, so Tara employed a tried and true method: she

batted her eyes back towards me and said "truth or dare?"

I

smiled; those three words were comforting coming from her, even if our

conversation was about to get potentially awkward. "Truth," I offered

back.

"Do you,” she began. She paused momentarily to think through her words. "Are you ok with everything that happened last night?"

"Am

I ok with watching two gorgeous women eat each other out, feet from my

face?" I chuckled, deflecting the question, "yeah I'd say I'm ok with

that!" Tara looked away with slight embarrassment, her cheeks flushing

red ever so slightly.

"No,

I mean, are you ok with me and Sarah?" she said as she picked nervously

at her fingers. "I know how much you like her, but you never made a

move, and you seemed to be, preoccupied, with Stephanie, so I just,” she

paused again, a slight grimace on her face. “ are you ok with it?"

"Honestly,

yes, I am," I told her. It wasn't a lie. "I'm happy you're happy, for

real." I thought back to last night before adding "and I mean, if I get

to live vicariously through you, who am I to complain?" We both chuckled

as Tara's blush began to return.

"You know me, Miller," she said, meeting my gaze with her bright, sparkly eyes, "I'm an open book." Our eye contact lingered.

"Truth or dare," I said, actively ending the moment.

"Truth," she quickly responded

I

asked the one question I was dying to know the answer to: "How the hell

did you two get together?" Tara smiled and looked a way a moment.

"Well,"

she began, "oddly enough, she actually approached Me. I wasn't prepared

for it, but honestly, after that day you and I watched her, I couldn't

get her out of my head. That body of hers was amazing, she was so hot, I

had no idea!"

"Yeah, join the club," I joked.

"She

started flirting with me after school, and you had told me she and

Stephanie had hooked up, so I knew she was 'open to suggestion,' so once

things went the way they went with Bud, I just, went for it" She smiled

a coy smile.

"And she went for it right away?" I asked, breaking the rules of the game.

"It

took some convincing," Tara said with a smile, "she's not totally

comfortable with people knowing about that part of her sexuality yet,”

Her eyes drifted wistfully and she licked her lips “ but we agreed to go

on a date, and, well let's just say I got a hard yes after I convinced

her under the bleachers with my fingers and tongue."

My

cock immediately went from six to midnight. Under those bleachers was

where Sarah told me she had a very unsatisfying loss of her virginity,

so it was extra arousing to hear Tara worked some real magic on her in

that very same spot. Good for her. Fuck I wish I could have seen that

too.

"So

wait," I said as my mind cued in on a detail, "are you guys like going

out? Like not just fooling around, actually going on dates and stuff?"

It was an important distinction. Tara had been with plenty of people,

but she never had a steady boyfriend (or girlfriend) as long as I had

known her.

"Yeah,"

she said, with another coy smile, "we've gone out a couple times, and

it's, really nice." She was starting to almost glow as she spoke of

Sarah, now. I had never seen her like this. "I think she, "she paused

excitedly as she was about to cross a threshold totally new to her. “ I

think she's my girlfriend!"

I had a smile on my face that matched hers. I was so happy to see her happy. "That's amazing, Tara, really."

"Thanks, Miller," she said, meeting me again with those sparkling eyes, "that means a lot."

We

smiled at each other with the love of two close friends, until the

moment was ended by my buzzing phone. It was Stephanie. I turned my

attention to my phone.

"Important stuff?" Tara said dryly. I think she knew who it was even without asking.

"It's

Stephanie, I'm picking her up after work, she just wanted to confirm

time and stuff. I barely registered Tara's languid nod before she

excused herself to go to the bathroom.

The

stiffness in my pants had abated a bit, but I felt that rush return as I

thought about tonight with Stephanie. My graduation present. Good God,

what could it possibly be?

Mind

wandering idly, my eyes drifted across the patio, over to Rachel; I

caught her looking right at me. Her eyes darted away quickly, but then,

as her companion got up to presumably go to the bathroom himself, she

allowed her eyes to meet mine for real. I smiled kindly and waved

slightly. Unlike the last time I saw her, at church, this time she

smiled back and matched my wave. Her eyes hung on mine a little longer, I

saw her legs shift under her, and she looked away. I kept looking,

however, and saw that same flush in her upper chest that I saw at

church. She was remembering.

"So,

truth or dare, Miller," Tara said as she plopped back down into her

chair. As she reached for her soda, I noticed something seemed different

about her. It was subtle, but she had tied her loose tank top into a

knot, pulling the fabric tight to her body, and somehow she seemed to

be, bustier. Her tits sat a little bit higher, and those extra straps

across the top of her globes seemed like they were getting put to work.

"Truth," I said, as my cock twitched in my pants.

"What's going on with you and Stephanie?" she said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Honestly, I'm still not sure. Things are, progressing, but it's all still pretty weird.

"Have you guys,” she couldn't bring herself to finish the question.

"Yeah," I began, followed by a slight pause, "twice. First time the night before graduation, and then again the next morning."

For

a slight moment Tara's face turned cold. She looked down, stressfully

picking her fingers for a moment, and then just as quickly she was back

into the conversation like nothing had happened.

"Where did you cum?" Tara said with a big inhale of breath.

"Inside her. Both times." I watched Tara's legs shift slightly and caught her as her tongue slipped quickly along her lips.

" And THEN, she tells me she's leaving for college in three weeks!" I just shook my head and we both laughed.

"Sounds like you got a lot on your plate, Miller," Tara said with a far away lilt in her voice.

"For

real!" we both chuckled, and then the silence returned. I thought about

that question. It wasn't out of the norm for Tara, but still, "Truth or

Dare?"

"Truth," Tara said, clearing her throat.

"Why did you want to know where I came?" I saw her cheeks begin to blush again as she fumbled for an answer.

"I,

wanted to make sure she's treating you right," she said finally,

looking me in the eye again, "I don't want to have to coddle you through

another 'ew, gross' scenario," she said with a playful scrunch of her

cute nose.

Our

eye contact lingered, and then my need to vent got the better of me.

"She seems to enjoy playing weird power games with me though."

"Power games?" Tara inquired, suddenly very interested.

"Yeah

like,” I leaned in, as to not broadcast the graphic story i was about

to tell, “ I went to this party at The Spot, and was talking to this new

girl, and Stephanie showed up and totally cock blocked me. Not that I

was trying to bang this girl, but Stephanie totally shut it all down."

"Weird,"

"And

then this other time when I was driving her home, she pulls out my

cock, starts jerking me off, and then says 'this belongs to me!' And

she's totally weird about it all when Alexa is around, it's been a

trip." I sighed. "I don't know what's going on. I don't hate it, but

it's all very confusing. But since we've started having sex, well she

seems to really like it, I think"

Tara paused in contemplation for a moment. Suddenly an impish smile spread over her lips, followed by "Truth or dare?"

The mischief in her sparkling eyes got to me. I chose "Dare."

"You

know, I'm glad things are getting back to normal, but I don't think

we're even just yet, Miller," she said in mock offense, "you're going to

see Stephanie tonight, right?"

"Yes," I said suspiciously.

"Well I say we level the playing field: I dare you to record yourself fucking Stephanie, and send it to me."

My

eyes burst wide, and my stomach sank. That was quite an ask. It made me

extremely nervous, but it also made me extremely turned on. Tara wanted

to wipe the slate clean by watching me fuck. This wasn't just a

ceremonial request, right? Tara wanted to watch me fuck. My best friend

Tara wanted a sex tape of me fucking Stephanie. Probably to masturbate

to.

"I don't know, I don't know if Stephanie would; "

"Sarah

didn't know you watched us last night," Tara said, cutting me off, "so

why does Stephanie have to know?" She playfully bounced her eyebrows at

me.

I

stared at her deep and hard. She was fucking serious. "Ok," I finally

said. She smiled. Jesus, what were we doing? Stephanie and I had just

gotten over the fact that I had secretly heard her orgasm sounds through

the floorboards, and now I was going to secretly videotape her having

sex? Whatever unspoken shit there was between Tara and me, it was going

to get destructive, I could tell, but neither of us were willing to tear

the bandaid off. And honestly, I think we both just found it really

hot.

"Good!"

she said, "I look forward to it!" A sensual smile beamed at me below

piercing, dark eyes. I could see her nipples pressing through the fabric

of her bra and shirt.

What the hell was I getting myself into?

We

settled our bill and parted with a hug, making plans to hang out later

in the week. I felt good about us. We had told each other everything and

made it through. Well, I hadn't told her about Christine, or Mike and

Kerri, but ALMOST everything. And we were happy for each other. I wasn't

sure how I was going to complete this dare, but that was for another

time. After running a few other errands I had to pick up Stephanie from

work, and see what her "graduation present" had in store for me.

Leaving

the cafe I took one glance back at Rachel, who I once again caught

looking in my direction. Those glorious tits of hers raised high as she

took in a breath.

One reconciliation was ticked off on the list, so why not another? I should message her soon.

Pulling

up outside Stephanie’s work, I immediately texted her to tell her I

arrived. I was way over excited. My cock was already hard as a rock just

thinking about what might come next.

"Give

me like 10 minutes, and then come in" popped up in reply. My cock

throbbed. I was afraid I might just cum in my pants in anticipation, but

that worry went away when I saw someone exit the coffee shop. It was

that guy who drove Stephanie home the other night. That cold pang of

jealousy dropped hard into my stomach. I didn't know this guy, I had

absolutely zero reason to be suspicious of him, but that didn't stop me

from hating his guts. My cock flagged a bit as I played over scenarios

in my head between him and Stephanie that would make me angry. Dirty

scenarios.

But

then my mind drifted to Christine. Here I was jealous about wanting to

have Stephanie all to myself, but barely a week ago my cock was in the

mouth of another woman. If I was going to be real about this, I needed

to nip that in the bud, even though Christine Did mention there being a

"next time." A next time where she wanted me to,

"Ok

come on in :)" popped onto my phone screen with a buzz. I shook the

thoughts of other women and lascivious men out of my mind, and made my

way inside the coffee shop.

It was dark. The chairs had been put up, the floor had been swept, all the lights in the display cases were off.

"Hello?" I projected. It was silent.

My phone buzzed

"There's a door in front of you against the back wall. Walk through it." popped up.

I

saw the door. I approached it slowly. Pushing it open I saw an area of

the shop I had no idea existed. It was a small, dimly lit open area that

seemingly used to be used for additional seating, but now was more or

less empty save for some blank tables and chairs.

Positioned in the middle of the floor, beneath one of the dim bulbs of the moody track lighting, was a single chair.

"Hello?" I offered again.

"Sit down, Timmy." It was Stephanie’s voice, coming from the darkness.

Slowly

I moved to the chair and obeyed the command. I stared into the darkness

trying to see what was going on, but saw only black.

"Did

you enjoy the party last night?" Came from the darkness again. My

stomach dropped. She couldn't, there's no way she knew, right?

"Yeah, it was fun," I said back to the darkness.

"Good,"

she said in a soft whisper. I heard the click clack of heels getting

closer, and then the syrupy darkness in front of me parted. High heels.

Sheer, black stockings that climbed up smooth calves, ending just over

the bend of her knee. A glorious gap of smooth, bare thigh. The swoosh

and sway of a very short, pleated skirt. The exposed flat of her tight,

athletic stomach. A white button down, open, tied into a knot right

below her cleavage. Her cleavage, oh my God, tits sitting high and

tight, pushed together, presented seductively with a hint of black and

blue lace holding her back from bursting out. The ridge of her collar

bone, the swoop of her neck, the gentle angle of her jaw. Lips painted

deep red, her tongue darting around a lollipop she had in her mouth.

Dark, smokey eye make up. And last but not least, her golden hair pulled

into two explosive pigtails.

It was Stephanie.

My cock raged. My throat went dry.

"School's

out, Timmy," she said with an evil smile, and raised a small remote in

her hand. She clicked it, and suddenly my ears were filled by the

unmistakable four-note intro to Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time."

"Oh my God," was all I could manage.

Stephanie struck a pose and kicked her hips out to the side.

As

the beat began to pulse, Stephanie walked her long legs over to me,

stopping periodically to give me a slow twirl, or to gyrate her hips

seductively along to the music. Each step made her tits shake and

jiggle, and each twirl gave me the slightest tantalizing glimpse at her

toned ass.

"Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know, "

Getting

right up on me now, she placed her arms on my shoulders, straddled me,

and slowly sat down on my lap. My cock fought painfully against the

confines of my pants, but no release was in sight. Taking the lollipop

out of her mouth, she smiled at me and started suggestively drawing her

lips and tongue around the slick candy like it was the head of my cock.

"Give me a sign; hit me baby one more time!"

There

was a brief silence as the song ended, and then the next track started.

The sexy, sultry drums of "Slave 4 U" filled the air. Stephanie smiled.

Taking

one last long suck at the lollipop, Stephanie popped it into my mouth,

and hopped off my lap. Turning her back to me she swayed her hips,

shimmying her short schoolgirl skirt to and fro over her pert ass.

The

first thing to go was her button down. She made a big show of undoing

the tie, peeling it off her shoulders, sliding it down her body and

revealing the blue and black lace lingerie that held her tits so

deliciously high and tight.

"I'm a; slaaaave for you, "

Tossing

the shirt aside, Stephanie ran her hands up and down her body as she

slithered like a snake. Her skin glimmered, oiled and golden, in the low

light above.

"Baby; don't you wanna; dance up on me, "

Next

to go was the skirt. Her hips swayed back and forth as she pulled

teasingly at the hem, flashing me quick shots of her panties, bending

over and shaking her ass at me. She danced and shimmied the skirt down

her long legs, finally giving me a full view of her gorgeous, womanly

body clad only in lacy black and blue lingerie.

"Get it get it; get it get it; oh, "

Her

hands caressed her stomach, traveling on their way up to her breasts.

Stepping toward me in time with the music, she sat down on my lap again.

I lost track of the music at this point.

Grinding

her thinly-covered cunt against my desperately hard cock, Stephanie

closed her eyes and lolled her head around in ecstasy as she squeezed

and kneaded at her tits, pressing them up and out even further, as

though they were ready to burst out of her bra.

Then,

hips still gyrating on my stiff member, her fingers trailed down the

mesmerizing crevice of her taut cleavage. Her fingers danced teasingly

at the front clasp of her garment, and with an almost orgasmic exhale,

Stephanie unfastened her bra and released her amazing tits to the cool

night air.

Dropping

the bra to the floor, her hands went back to her tits, caressing,

squeezing, kneading, all just inches from my face. I couldn't resist. I

licked my lips and dove forward, taking a hard nipple into my mouth.

Stephanie

gasped, but she didn't stop me; not right away. My lips sucked hard and

my tongue danced and teased, eliciting sharp, high pitched squeaks from

the goddess on my lap.

Hands

on my head pulled me backward and I reluctantly popped off her

delicious nub. A head shake and a finger wave said "naughty, naughty."

My cock throbbed.

Still

shimmying and gyrating on my lap, Stephanie brought her hands down to

my pants and deftly unfastened them. She cooed, and ran her fingers over

the bulge in my briefs.

I moaned.

She chuckled.

Getting

up off me, she grabbed my pants and underwear, and I lifted my hips as

she slid them down my legs. My cock stood out hard, proud, and wanting.

Stephanie smiled, spread my legs, and slowly dropped to her knees.

Somewhere in the ether Britney crooned about toxicity.

Stephanie ran her hands slowly up my thighs, dancing around, but never touching my straining cock. She smiled as I groaned.

She

leaned in close enough to feel her hot breath on the skin of my shaft,

but that was all. It was an excruciating, exquisite tease.

My

breath already ragged from the sensory overload, I exhaled loudly when

her hands grasped my balls and began to gently squeeze and pulse. I

closed my eyes.

Finger tips traipsed up and down my shaft, sending electric tingles through my body.

I felt one hand grasp around my base and balls, and then a second wrap around the rest of my exposed shaft.

A

firm squeeze. No movement, no rhythm. Just a firm squeeze that made the

head of my cock feel like it was going to burst. I could feel my pulse

dancing in the head of my cock.

I

opened my eyes and looked down at Stephanie. A devilish smile pulled at

her lips. She leaned in, gave the head of my cock the most gentle kiss,

and then all in one movement released her hands from my shaft and

balls, and sunk the entire length of my cock into her wet, warm mouth.

A loud "oh!" escaped my mouth as I felt her mouth overtake me.

She

held me there, deep in her mouth, practically in her throat, for a long

moment. I felt the heat, the wetness, the movement of her tongue, and

then her head began to slowly bob.

Stephanie expertly drew her lips up and down the length of my cock, repeatedly feeding herself with my stiff member.

My body was vibrating. I wasn't going to last very long. The pressure was building at an alarming pace.

Sensing

I was careening toward the edge, Stephanie pulled her lips up off my

cock with a delicious pop, and looked me in the eye with a smirk.

Pursing her lips together she began blowing cool air on the tip of my cock as if trying to cool down a hot meal.

When

my breathing returned to something more normal, she gently grasped the

shaft of my cock with both hands, and began slowly, rhythmically

stroking.

Stephanie

had given me blowjobs before, and handjobs, but this is where things

really got different. Arching herself up over my hardness, Stephanie

began to use her whole body to bring me to orgasm. She rubbed my cock

against her sternum, between her tits as her hands stroked me. She'd pop

me back into her mouth for a few long, languid sucks, and then rub the

tip of my penis all over her face. She even briefly pushed her tits

together and let me fuck them.

But

then, the games were over. It was time for the teasing to stop. Stpeh

became ultra focused, and with one hand on my balls, one hand on my

shaft, and the tip of my cock in her mouth, she began a three-pronged

pleasure assault that sent every nerve and neuron in my body into the

stratosphere.

She

sucked, she stroked, she squeezed, all at once, and my body shook and

trembled at the explosion brewing deep down in my core. It was extreme.

It was hot. It was completely enveloping.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," was all I could manage.

She let out a long moan of approval loud enough for me to hear.

"Fuck,

Stephanie, Fuck, fuck,” I croaked. Hearing me say her name seemed to

double her efforts, and while her pace stayed deliberate and unchanged,

there were more squeezes, more tongue movement, more stimulation.

"Jesus,

Jesus, Jesus, Stephanie, I'm; " I exclaimed, and suddenly I felt

Stephanie’s mouth pop off my cock, and I looked down as she pressed me

between her gorgeous, golden tits. Her hand stroked and squeezed, the

soft swell of her tits gently held my length, the hard flat of her

sternum stimulated the underside of my tip.

I bucked. I seized. I exploded.

My

balls gripped tight to my body, my cock pulsed hard between Stephanie’s

fingers, and I heard her gasp as the first rope of thick, hot cum

rocketed out of my body and raced up her chest and neck.

My

cum came like a volcano, erupting hot, white lava all over her. It

leapt up over her collar bone, spurt up over her shoulder, draped itself

over the jiggling swell of her breasts, dribbled down over her fingers.

Each pulse was a euphoric release, each ounce of liquid joy an erotic

offering to the goddess before me. Stephanie smiled a smokey, satisfied

smile as she stroked each lash onto her body.

My

spurting ebbed, and breath began to return to my body as my spasms

wound down. Still slowly stroking my swollen, expended cock, Stephanie

leaned forward and gently began to suckle on the tip, massaging it

gently with her tongue. It felt like she was pulling my body back down

to earth.

Our eyes locked as her tongue slowly swirled around my head. Gathering myself, I lovingly ran my hand through her hair.

Recognizing

I was just about finished, Stephanie removed her hands, and enveloped

the entire length of my cock into her warm, safe mouth once again. She

held there for a moment. My hand on her head, my cock sheathed in her

throat, this was the most vulnerable position she'd ever let herself

take when we hooked up. It felt nice. Safe. Trusting.

Slowly

Stephanie’s head pulled up my length, popping off the tip. Leaning back

on her heels she gave me an eyeful of the mess I made on her chest.

A

long, thick drip of my cum began to slide down between Stephanie’s

tits, and with a quick swipe of a finger, she scooped it up. Looking me

in the eye to make sure I saw, she popped the finger into her mouth,

moaning slightly as she sucked the cum off it.

She looked back down at her semen-spackled chest, smiled, flicked her eyes back up to mine, and said "Happy Graduation, Timmy."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the words. So I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Do you wanna go on a date some time?"

To be continued in Part 9

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But

before I could think too much about Stephanie’s implied jealously

toward Tara, Stephanie moved things along. "So Tim; what was this 'wild'

thing you saw?"

"Well,"

I began, conjuring up the images I had witnessed, "I was doing some

prep for the grad ceremony after school, and I forgot my bag in Ms.

Dorman's room. I went back to get it on my way out and,” the pause

wasn't so much for dramatic effect as much as it was me still not

totally believing what I saw. “ I saw Ms. Dorman bent over her desk.

Getting fucked from behind."

Stephanie’s folding stopped. "What?" she said, excitedly, finally looking up at me.

"Yeah, no shit," I chuckled, "she had her skirt up around her waist and she was getting fucking RAILED. And not by her fiance!"

"Oh

my God, who was it?" Stephanie blurted, raising an excited hand to her

cheek, dropping her cold exterior to revel in the hot gossip.

I

looked her dead in the eyes. I knew the answer to this would elicit a

response from her, and I wanted to see it. "Mr. Ridley," I said.

Stephanie

looked away from me. "Oh really?" she said flatly. She grabbed the

shirt she had been folding and got up off the bed, heading towards her

closet. "Good for him," she said, her back to me.

"Yeah,

Ms. Dorman actually caught me watching, we talked about it afterward," I

continued, my eyes watching her back for any sign of expression, "she

and her fiance are in a sexless rut, and Ridley kept hounding her, so

she decided to give in. They do it every couple weeks or so, but she

doesn't seem to find it very satisfying, I definitely don't think he's

making her cum."

"Hmph,

not surprising," she reflexively chortled. That was it, that was

something I was looking for. There definitely was something to her story

of lost virginity, but I wasn't sure what. I needed to find out.

"Stephanie, that story you told me the other night, about how you lost your virginity, was it true?"

"Why

does it matter?" She said, idling at the closet, her back still to me,

"I was a virgin, I got fucked, and then I wasn't. Who cares how it

happened?"

"I care," I said, attempting to break through her defenses, "I care about, you."

It wasn't a lie.

Her fidgeting stopped and she turned towards me, a reticent look on her face. I was starting to put the picture together.

"It

was Ridley, wasn't it?" I said, a gross taste at the back of my mouth

as I said it. "Just maybe not exactly like you described?"

Stephanie

paused a moment, a far away look on her face, then moved over to the

bed. She climbed in and wedged herself between the pillows at her

headboard, knees tucked up almost under her chin. She took a deep

breath.

"I

had such a crush on him," she began. My stomach went cold. Ugh. Ridley.

"I thought I was such hot shit - I had jerked a few guys off, but that

was it, really. Didn't matter though, I thought I was the queen of sex

and seduction. You start to see what you can do to a man, to his cock,

and you start to feel powerful."

She wasn't lying. I knew from first hand experience how powerful a woman can be with your cock in her hand.

"He

was the hot young teacher, all the girls talked dirty about him. He

flirted with everyone, So when he became the assistant coach, I decided I

was going to do what the other girls wouldn't dare; I was going to fuck

him."

I moved over to where she was, and sat on the edge of the bed. "On a tournament trip?" I asked, breathlessly.

"No,"

she continued, "I had made it a point to start flirting back, and one

day after practice It was just him and me putting the equipment away. It

was quiet, we were alone, so I went up to him and grabbed his cock."

My pants started to tighten. Decency be damned, her taboo story was making me hard.

"He

groaned and smiled," she went on, "and I reached in and pulled it out. I

hadn't seen that many dicks at that point, and his was the first that

was curved, which was interesting." I chuckled. This little detail

confirmed her story was true. "I was rubbing his cock, jerking him off,

and I kept wanting to go in to kiss him, but he just wouldn't shut the

fuck up, so I'm standing there, jacking his cock, and he's going 'yeah,

that's it, yeah, jerk it' like some fucking porno!"

"Oh wow, that's classy," I said sarcastically. This supposed lothario of a teacher seemed to be a real jackass.

"So

I'm jerking him off, and he starts going 'yeah, you want it? You want

that cock, baby?' and I mean, despite it being less than the sexiest

thing I've ever experienced, it was what I came for, and as you know I

always keep my word,” visions of Stephanie by my side at the prom

flashed in my head as I nodded. "And so I just said 'yeah, baby, i want

that cock!'" She shook her head in embarrassment. "My God, I can't

believe I actually said that,'' she chuckled.

"Well,

in any event, that seemed to be all the invitation he needed," she

sighed, "because as soon as I said that, he grabbed me, spun me around

and started squeezing my tits." That cold twinge of jealousy grew into

my stomach, but it was more than just jealousy. The thought of Ridley

grabbing her tits, poking into her back with his hard, bent cock made me

a little angry. He was a total tool, and he was getting to have this

experience with Stephanie, a girl who definitely deserved better.

"It

was a pretty exhilarating experience. My cunt is wet, is what I'm

saying, so when he started pawing at my shorts, I didn't stop him, and I

reached down and helped him out."

My cock throbbed at the imagery, I wished it was me sliding her pants off.

"So

he yanks my shorts and panties down," she said with a bit of a pause.

Her eyes got kind of far away for a moment as she conjured up the

memory. "And he bends me over. I'm grasping for anything to stabilize

myself, and he's just saying 'you want this cock, don't you? You want me

to give it to you?' and I wasn't lying when I said 'yes, give me that

cock!' like a goddamn pornstar."

Her legs shifted together a bit at this moment. I couldn't tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment.

"So

I'm expecting, I don't know what I was expecting, I guess a bit more

tenderness? A bit of foreplay? Some consideration at all of my own needs

at the very least, but instead, as I'm there bent over the equipment

rack, I hear him spit into his hand. Then I feel the head of his cock

line itself up between my cunt lips, and he just starts to push into me.

There wasn't any pain, like I said, I sure was wet, but it was just a

very sudden, surprising experience. I gasped, and he kept pushing, and

my body keeps taking him in, and then I feel his hips against my thighs;

I've got his whole cock inside me. I wanted to take a minute to get

used to it all, but he immediately starts pulling out, and then he

thrusts back in. I feel him grab my hips with both hands, and then he

just starts pumping. He's fucking me. It feels good, but it's all so

overwhelming, I can't really focus on anything. I'm gasping for a

controlled breath, and he's just pounding away at me, grunting, saying

"yeah, take it, take that cock, you volleyball girls are built for

fucking!'" She laughed a bit at the ridiculousness of what was being

said.

I cringed.

"So

he's fucking me, pretty uncontrolled and erratically, and just as I'm

starting to get used to the sensation, he pulls out of me, grunts

loudly, and starts cumming on the back of my leg."

"Again," I said, "real classy." She laughed in agreement.

"Yeah,

I mean it was all over so fast, and now there I was, leaning against an

equipment rack, dripping with spunk, trying to figure out what the hell

I just experienced" she laughed again. "Then to put the cherry on it,

he slaps my ass, and says 'thanks babe,' in a gross 'bro voice,' can you

believe it?"

"I can, actually," I said. What a twat this guy was.

"And

so that was it," she concluded, "it was just the one time, and we never

even really talked to each other for the rest of the season."

"What'd the other girls say when you told them?"

"I didn't. I just, I don't know, like I'm not mad about it or anything, but it just wasn't, it just wasn't worth talking about."

We

sat in silence for a moment. I looked at Stephanie. She deserved so

much better. He could have felt those long, shimmering legs wrapped

around him, felt her wet cunt grip his cock and pulsate as she orgasmed.

He could have heard her squeal in delight as he took her nipple into

his mouth. This gorgeous creature in front of me deserved to be

worshiped and experienced, not treated like a kleenex. He didn't even

kiss her.

Silently,

I shifted up next to her on the bed. She looked me in the eye. Her long

legs stretched out in front of her. She had let her guard down. I

reached my hand up and gently touched her face. She didn't flinch. I ran

my thumb gently over her lips. Those full, luscious lips of her, he

didn't even kiss them.

So I did. It was electric.

I heard her exhale quietly as our lips touched, and she let out a low moan as my tongue slipped into her mouth.

I

felt her hand touch my leg. It squeezed. Our lips glided over each

other, and we began to pull each other close, when all of a sudden she

broke our embrace and pushed away. No words were said, but the look on

her face was one of trepidation. At this point, despite all the times

she'd blown me, jerked me off, or all the times I'd eaten her out or

sucked her nipples, we had never kissed. We had crossed a line into a

new level of intimacy, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. What it

meant. What I meant.

I

looked down and saw her hand gripping my thigh, oh so close to my hard

cock. I reached down, took her hand off my leg, and put it back beside

her. I would love to have felt her hand on my cock again, on my swollen

balls, but this wasn't about me. It was about her. About experiencing

her. About showing her that I was real.

Putting

her hand down by her side, I reached back up, cupped her cheek, and

smiled at her. She closed her eyes. She was nervous. I leaned in and

felt the heat of her breath on my face as we kissed once more.

Her nervousness broke, her body relaxed, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth as I pulled her close.

Our

tongues sparred with each other slowly, passionately. She wrapped her

arms around my head, and my hands ran up and down her body. We

languished in each others' mouths with deliberate kisses. My lips and

tongue loved on hers, sliding away for hot excursions to her neck and

jawline that elicited shallow gasps from Stephanie before my lips joined

hers once again.

My

hard cock pressed into her hip, and her legs began to slide back and

forth against each other in arousal. Without ever leaving the safety of

her lips, my free hand slid down her body, past the swell of her perfect

breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach, and under the

elastic of her pajama pants. There were no panties to be found.

My

fingers quickly became slick as they slipped between the swollen lips

of her cunt. Stephanie moaned into my mouth and her hand came up and

gripped my face as we kissed. I dipped a finger inside her, feeling the

tight heat of her body, then drew her wetness up in search of her clit. A

gasp and a soft bite of my lower lip told me I had struck gold.

My

fingers massaged her hard clit in slow, smooth circles, around and

around, dipping back into her wet core periodically to refresh their

lubrication. Ragged breaths released into my mouth as our lips continued

their passionate dance, and she pulled me tighter as the tension

mounting in her core grew higher and higher.

Around and around went my fingers. Her hand gripped my hair tight.

Around and around went my fingers. Little squeals and yelps started to escape from her throat as her body started to twitch.

Around

and around went my fingers. She pulled her mouth away from mine and

threw her head back, gasping for air. My continuous kisses on her neck

and jawline egged her on.

Around

and around, around and around, my fingers summoned her orgasm. Her

squeals and yelps came faster now. The hand that wasn't gripping my hair

grasped wildly at the sheets of her bed, and with a final, exuberant

"fuck!" I heard those three delicious moans burst from her throat in

their short-short-long succession as she began to cum.

It

was at that moment that I sipped my finger down into her cunt while my

thumb strummed her clit through her orgasm. I needed to feel it. I

needed to feel her. Her body tensed around me, and my finger was deep in

her spasming cunt. I felt it squeeze and release my finger in a wild

rhythm. Her thighs squeezed my hand, and she shook as the pleasure

worked its way through her body.

Coming

down from her euphoric high, I cupped her cunt gently with my hand and

held it there as her breath began to return to normal. She turned to

look at me, and took my lips back onto hers. We held each other, kissing

slowly and romantically as I felt the warmth of her vagina and the

pressure of her thighs.

Somewhere along the way both of us drifted off to sleep.

Minutes

later, hours later, days later, who's to say, a pleasant feeling gently

roused me from my sleep. A warm feeling. A wet feeling.

The

moonlight diffused through the curtains on Stephanie’s windows was the

only light, and as consciousness returned, the feeling became more

pronounced. I looked toward the source of this glorious wake up call; my

crotch; and through sleepy eyes I saw a dark figure hunched over me.

Hair bobbing up and down in a messy bun, the only sound in the dark room

the slight, subtle slurp of a mouth sliding slowly up and down my

iron-hard cock.

"Stephanie?"

I squeaked out. The sucking came to a slow halt, and the figure rose up

to look at me, perched on her knees between my legs. Bathed in the soft

moonlight was Stephanie. She was completely naked.

A

soft smile skirted across her lips, and she leaned forward, a strand of

golden hair falling in front of her face. It drew a line up my chest as

her face floated down toward mine. Still only half awake, I felt her

lips touch mine in a passionate kiss as she snaked her body, throwing

her leg over me. Stradling me.

My cock was straining to the heavens as we kissed. I could feel the heat radiating off of her cunt as it floated above me.

Our

lips parted, and her eyes found mine in the darkness. We made no sound,

but for our ragged, excited breaths. Her eyes asked the question, and

my eyes gave the answer.

Reaching back with one hand, she gently grasped my straining cock, and positioned it snugly at her opening.

"Oh my God," I gasped. My hands reached up and gripped her spread thighs tightly.

Then

with one, long, agonizingly slow movement, my step sister's best friend

lowered herself down on top of me, taking the full length of my cock

deep into her body with one stroke.

We

both gasped. My cock was completely enveloped by her hot, wet cunt; my

cock was in Stephanie’s cunt; and even the slightest shift or movement

sent shocks through my whole body. I was inside my first woman, a woman I

truly cared about, and this overwhelming new sensation sent me

careening toward the edge.

Stephanie

ever so slightly began to rise up, drawing her tight lips along my

screaming length. I gasped again, losing all control over my breath. My

balls churned again, and that coil of sweet pleasure came rushing to my

core.

"That's

it, Timmy," Stephanie cooed as she increased her deliberate up and down

grinding on my cock. That name, Timmy, a name that had once been a

weapon used to tease and torment me, took on a new, erotic meaning as

this golden goddess took the length of my cock inside her. It was now a

term of want. Of desire.

This

wasn't hard, fast, staccato fucking, this girl was using her whole body

to coax me toward ultimate pleasure. My whole body was vibrating.

"That's it," she said lovingly, placing her hand on the side of my head

as she watched me lose control.

"That's it, Timmy," she whispered once again, followed by the command of all commands: "Cum for me. Cum inside me."

The white hot spring snapped.

My

head lolled back, and my mouth hung open, overcome with sensation. My

balls rushed up tight, my cock flared out hard against the walls of

Stephanie’s cunt, and I began filling her with torrent upon torrent of

hot cum.

"That's

it, baby, that's it," she encouraged as her tight cunt milked the

pleasure out from my very soul. I felt the walls of her cunt twitch and

slide as I flooded her with my semen, and Stephanie pulled me close to

her as she rode me through the waves of euphoria. "That's it, baby,

that's it."

I

pulsed inside her for what felt like days, and I felt as though I would

have flown away if it weren't for the weight of her glorious body to

keep me on earth. She laid down upon me fully now as my cock began to

soften inside her. Her perfect breasts pressed tight to my chest, and

our breathing matched in a deep, synchronized rhythm.

I wrapped my arms around her and smiled as we both began to slip into sleep once more.

"I might be in love" I thought as the world fell away, "and she leaves in three weeks."

Chapter 13: It’s graduation day, so that means party time!

I

was sweating my ass off in the heat, seated amongst my fellow

graduating classmates, but I didn't care. My friend Mike sat next to me,

and was talking to me about something or other, but I didn't hear a

word he said.

My mind was on one thing and one thing only.

I

woke up that morning alone. The previous night had to have been a

dream, right? But as my eyes fluttered open and the blur of morning

vision dissipated, Stephanie’s room came into view. It was no dream.

I

laid there, wrapped like a snake in the covers of her bed, and basked

in my memories of the previous evening. Stephanie had opened up to me in

more ways than one, and a night of passion and care where I had given

her my full attention had ended with her taking my virginity. Stephanie,

my step-sister's best friend, the girl who tormented me relentlessly as

kids, took my virginity, and fell asleep on top of me with a womb full

of my cum.

I

smiled at the memory, and felt a throb between my legs. I hadn't

realized it at first, but the magic of "morning wood" had drawn my cock

out long and hard. I enjoyed the feeling. I reveled in my erection, a

proud reminder of my manhood, and every thought replaying the previous

night's events in my mind just reinforced the solid structure.

I

turned my attention toward the bedroom door as Stephanie came padding

in. Fresh from the shower, she had a towel wrapped around her head, and

wore nothing else but a black bra and panty set. She stopped at the

vanity mirror across from her bed, and began drying her hair.

For

a moment she didn't notice I was awake. Her reflection in the mirror

afforded me the pleasure of taking in both sides of her body at the same

time. Her tight, flat stomach and the swell of her supple breasts on

one side, the curve of her long soft back, the bump of her perfect ass,

and the full length of her statuesque legs on the other. I had been

between those legs last night. I had been inside that exquisite body.

The stiffness between my legs did not abate.

I

watched her in silence, when her eyes suddenly caught mine in the

mirror. She tried to stifle the smile that formed on her lips, looking

down as she did so. Clearly she was remembering last night too.

"Morning," she said, catching my eyes again as she continued to dry her hair.

"Morning," I said back. I couldn't stop the grin forming on my face if I tried. "What time is it?"

"Its

early," she said, moving toward her closet to find some clothes, "You

should be able to get back home without anyone noticing."

"Trying

to get rid of me?" I teased, sitting up in bed. She chuckled as she

moved back toward her vanity, draping her shirt over the chair. She

shifted her weight to one side, flaring her hips out deliciously.

"I've gotta go to work," she said, affixing her earrings, "and you've got a big day in front of you."

"What

if we both just, skipped?" I said, shifting myself over to the edge of

the bed closest to her. Stephanie turned around to face me, resting her

ass on the edge of the vanity, arms crossed across her breasts.

"You want to skip your high school graduation?" she said with a cocked eyebrow.

"I

would," I said, getting up off the bed, revealing my stiffened state. I

slowly closed the distance between us, led by my erection. She chuckled

again. Her eyes flicked down to my hard cock. She uncrossed her arms

and braced herself on the edge of the vanity. I leaned in close, and

paused for just a moment to watch Stephanie moisten her lips with her

tongue. I smiled, and went in for a kiss.

She

sighed slightly as our lips met. Our tongues quickly began to tangle

and spar. My hand drifted up to her stomach and felt the smooth skin

atop tight muscle, then slid down over her hip. My finger slowly slipped

beneath the band of her panties.

Stephanie suddenly broke the kiss.

"Listen

Tim," she began. My stomach sank. This was it. The rejection was en

route. She would tell me I was a good guy and it was fun, but it was a

mistake and we should just go back to;  "We need to be smart about

this." Her hand came up and gently touched my chest. "What is your step

mom going to say if she catches you coming in?"

I

smiled. I leaned into her, laying my erection across her thigh. I

slipped another finger into her panties and started to pull down. She

didn't stop me. "I'll tell her I was out for a run."

"You

don't look like you were out for a run," she said through a shallow

breath. As my hands slid her panties over her legs, I followed them down

till I was on my knees in front of her.

"Well

then," I began as my hands started running up and down Stephanie’s

golden calves. Her eyes closed dreamily, and she instinctively parted

her legs. "I guess we'll just need to find a way for me to work up a

sweat!"

Stephanie

laughed in disbelief as my head drifted between her thighs. "Good God,

I've created a monster!" A loud gasp escaped her throat as I drew my

tongue up between the lips of her cunt; she was already wet. I

immediately lifted one of her firm thighs over my shoulder as my tongue

lapped away at her sweet center. Good lord she tasted good. Gasping

breaths quickly turned to squeaks and moans. One hand left the edge of

the vanity and gripped my hair tightly. Her hips gyrated and humped at

my lips and tongue as I pleasured her. Wanting to drive her completely

over the edge, I took one hand off her thigh, quickly dipped two fingers

into my mouth, and then slid them up into her sweet cunt, eliciting a

loud, throaty "oh!" It was a cry of pure sensation, with no care for

whether anyone heard her.

My

fingers massaged her tight walls while my tongue ran circles around her

clit. Her body began to vibrate. Her breaths came short and fast

between syrupy moans, and then all at once her hand pulled my face tight

to her cunt, her legs clamped closed around my head, and I heard that

sweet chorus of moans; short, short,long; as Stephanie’s body was rocked

by orgasm.

Before

her cunt even finished pulsing, her leg slid off my shoulder, and she

pulled me up by my hair with a breathy "c'mere, c'mere." I stood up

quickly, and she kissed me hard. Her hands frantically grasped at my

hips, and she broke the kiss long enough to exclaim "Fuck me; fuck me

right now, Timmy!"

That

name sent a thick throb into my already rock-hard cock. She grabbed at

me wildly as she sprung her legs up around me. I grasped for

stabilization on the vanity and pushed toward her, my lips never leaving

hers. Stephanie found her dripping opening with the head of my cock,

her heels dug into my back, and I pushed. She gasped hard as the head

entered her, but only the head. I drew back, pulling her sweet nectar

back with me. Her hand on my cock quickly spread it around, coating my

shaft, and I felt her heels in my back, harder. I pushed again, and in a

single stroke my entire cock was enveloped by hot butter.

Stephanie

and I both let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside her, but there

was no time to savor the feeling; where last night had been about a

slow, gentle experience, this morning was all about pure lust. Her legs

and cunt wrapped tight around me, I grunted into her hot mouth and began

to thrust.

The

vanity began to shake and knock against the wall as I drove my cock

deep into Stephanie’s tight body over and over. I could feel the grip of

her cunt lips on each outward stroke. My balls churned. Stephanie was

slick, wet, and welcoming, and I glided in and out of her with ease.

Her

lips left mine with a wet pop as she caught her breath. The sensation

was overwhelming us both, and I felt her arms wrap tight around me.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, Timmy, fuck Me!" she gasped directly into my ear. I

fucked her hard and fast, completely lost in her cunt. I felt the hot

spring of pleasure coil itself up inside my balls, and short cries

escaped my throat as I tried to hold it at bay.

Stephanie

heard my cries of approaching pleasure and egged me on. "Yes, that's

it, baby," she whispered into my ear between staccato breaths every time

her body accepted my thrusting cock, "that's it, cum for me, Timmy;

give it to me; give it to me!"

I

let out a low howl and pushed my stone-hard cock as deep into her as I

could. My balls wrenched up tight against my body and exploded, flooding

her sweet cunt with an eruption of hot semen. I buried my face into the

crook of her neck as the pleasure pulsed through me.

As

my orgasm subsided we held each other quietly for a moment. The only

sounds in the room were our ragged, gasping breaths. I peeled myself off

of my step sister's best friend, pausing to look down at her body

beneath me. The thin layer of sweat on her chest glimmered in the light

as her breasts heaved up and down in exhaustion. Her smooth stomach

sucked in and out, flaring her ribs with each deep breath. Her legs were

spread wide, wrapped around my torso. Her cunt, her cunt was spread

wide, wrapped around the girth of my cock. My cock was inside her.

Inside Stephanie. My cock was inside Stephanie.

It flared again with renewed lust.

"Down,

boy!" she chuckled, gently pushing me back off of her. I watched my

cock slide out of her hot core, ringed with a white froth of mingled

bodily fluids. A thin string of juice reached from the tip of my dick to

her juicy cunt, the last bit of our connection holding on for dear life

as I slipped out of her.

I

stumbled back and plopped down on the bed, spent cock glistening and

not yet deflated. I looked at Stephanie’s hot, erotically charged body,

and watched my semen begin to slowly drip from her swollen lips before

she began to straighten up.

"Jesus,

Timmy, you just might be a natural," she exhaled as she tried to get

her bearings. My spent cock twitched again. "I'm gonna have to take

another shower!"

"You

want company?" I said with a big, Cheshire grin. To say I felt cocky

was underselling it. I had just rocked a woman's sexual world for the

very first time. At that moment I was fucking bulletproof.

"no!"

she exclaimed with a laugh. "Now get out of here before that gorgeous

cock of yours gets us into trouble!" She said with a flustered smile. I

took in the sight. God, she was sexy. "Go!" she chuckled loudly again.

I

snuck out the back door, in order to come in the front door, hoping to

cement my alibi of going for a run, should my step mom Kelly, or step

sister Alexa catch me. As I rounded the corner and started toward the

door, I heard a giggle. My eyes darted toward the sound and were greeted

by a broad smile framed with fiery red hair.

Sarah,

my next door neighbor and long time crush, watched me as she finished

stretching her hamstring on her front steps. "You're up early," she said

with a grin.

"I was, out for a run." I said unconvincingly.

"Um

Hmm," she scoffed through a smirk. Unlike me, Sarah actually had just

come back from a run, judging by the spandex that hugged her blossomed

curves. She stared straight through me. She knew where I had been, what I

had been doing; it was written all over me.

"Well,

definitely a good day for it!" she lobbed at me, preserving my alibi. I

nodded sheepishly and turned toward my door. "Oh, and Tim?" she called

from behind me. I turned back toward her curiously. "Don't forget to

stretch,” she said with a syrupy lilt.

My face turned beet red.

She bounced her eyebrows, bit her lip through her widening grin, twirled away from me and hopped up the stairs into her house.

As

I stood under the hot shower minutes later, my brain was vibrating with

hormones, memories, and fantasies. Despite all the activity of the

morning, my cock was rock hard again, and I stroked it furiously as I

cataloged my thoughts. Thoughts of fucking Stephanie. Thoughts of

fucking Sarah in her tight running gear. Thoughts of fucking them both.

Thoughts of them fucking each other.

My

sore balls wrenched themselves up toward my cock once again. With a

quiet grunt I fired out even more cum, this time against the wet walls

of the shower, and for a quick moment my mind was perfectly clear. Oh,

to be eighteen and horny.

Sitting

under the hot sun at the graduation ceremony, lost in a memory of the

morning, I began to think about what all this meant for the future. I

wanted Stephanie, wanted to be with her, wanted to be inside her every

chance I could get, but what were we beyond that? She was leaving for

college in a month, and surely she wasn't going to want the baggage of a

younger boyfriend at a different school as she began the next chapter

of her life right? Or for that matter, did I want to have a long

distance girlfriend? I was determined to just live in the moment, but it

was hard not to think about what we were, or what we could be.

Just

then I was snapped out of my day dreaming as the P A system echoed a

name through my ears: Tara Austin. My eyes quickly found the stage as

Tara, the girl I considered one of my best friends, made her way across

the stage. She had modified her black graduation gown to have a fiery,

red fringe along the bottom, and had lined the edges of her flat mortar

hat with metal studs. The principal shook his head as she took her

diploma from him, which made Tara beam. Ms. Dorman was on the stage with

some of the other teachers, and Tara stopped to hug her before heading

down the stairs.

My

mind briefly wandered to Ms. Dorman; Julia; and wondered if she and

Ridley had secretly fucked before the ceremony. Or maybe they planned to

afterward. She looked good today, in sensible slacks and a nice blouse.

I thought back to the vision of her shirt being snapped open and her

breast jiggling erotically as she was pounded by Ridley's crooked cock.

Had she ever swallowed his cum? I wondered when the last time she had an

orgasm was.

Tara

stopped at the far edge of the stage and curtsied at the crowd with a

big smile, eliciting a few whoops and claps. She was radiant. We hadn't

talked in a long time, not since the night we told each other the truth

about our activities at the prom, and honestly I wasn't even sure why. I

had hurt her, but I was probably doing more damage by running away. I

was jealous, no which way about it, and I didn't know how to handle it.

We had both entered into sexual relationships with extremely unlikely

people that the other didn't particularly care for, and It had driven us

apart. Surely we were good enough friends to get past this though,

right?

But then again, Tara hadn't exactly reached out to me since then, so maybe she didn't want anything to do with me anymore.

Soon

enough it was my turn to cross the stage in graduation, and as I made

my way toward Ms. Dorman I swear she started to blush. She held open her

arms and I met her with a warm hug. Her breasts felt soft and nice

against me.

"Congratulations, Tim," she said warmly, "I'm going to miss you."

"Thanks, Ms. Dorman," I replied.

She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with a smirk that almost felt flirtatious. "What'd I tell you?"

"Sorry; thanks, Julia," I chuckled. She smiled and squeezed my arms.

"Listen

Tim," she continued before we parted, "talk to her. She misses you, I

can tell. Whatever it is that happened between you two it's not worth

losing each other. Just put in the work."

I nodded thankfully. She smiled again, pulled me in for a final hug, and then I was off.

I

sat back down under the sun and ran through a lot of things in my mind.

Julia was right, someone needed to break the ice, it was just a matter

of how and when.

"Hey," I said, turning to Mike, "what's the deal, is there going to be any sort of graduation party tonight or this weekend?"

"Of

course!" He chuckled, "tonight at Suzie Travino's. They're saying the

entire graduating class might be there, it's gonna be wild."

"Why

the fuck am I only hearing about this no; you know what, that's cool,

I'll be there." Ugh, I was so lame and out of the loop. Regardless, if

the whole class was going to be piling into Suzie's house, that means

Tara would most definitely be there. So I needed to be there too.

I

had a lot on my mind all day, but the celebratory dinner with Alexa and

Kelly helped take my mind off things. We had a great time, and had just

come home for dessert when Alexa’s voice boomed from the hallway "Hey,

look who I found!" I looked up from my spot at the kitchen table just as

she entered with Stephanie right behind her. I smiled.

"I

heard there was a celebration happening - you get your first pube or

something?" Stephanie and Alexa laughed. My smile quickly turned to a

frown; she did it again. Hours earlier I had been balls-deep in this

girl's cunt, and she was still keeping up the charade in front of Alexa.

I was more than happy to keep our relationship, or whatever this was,

on the downlow, but I at least wanted some respect. Unfortunately for

her, two could play at this game.

"Oh

come on, Stephanie, you know full well how many pubes I have" I

responded dryly, "or did you not count them while you were sucking my

dick?"

Alexa

choked on her drink, and the color drained from Stephanie’s face.

"JESUS, Tim," Alexa said between coughs, "getting a bit aggressive,

aren't we?"

Staring

directly at Stephanie I didn't let up. "Oh, you didn't know? It's true.

In fact just just this morning Stephanie and I had hot, heavy sex on

the edge of her vanity."

There

was a long, thick silence. I watched Stephanie start to turn beet red,

not sure how to respond. Alexa looked at her in disbelief. I smirked,

our roles finally reversed.

Then

in a loud guffaw, Alexa burst out laughing. "Hahaha oh my god, Timmy,

that is hilarious!" The smirk quickly faded from my face. "Never in a

million fucking years!" She continued to laugh in disbelief. I looked at

Stephanie, who nervously chuckled along with her.

"What's so funny?" Kelly said as she entered with a small cake in hand.

"Oh

nothing, Tim's just being gross," Alexa handwaved. Kelly set the cake

down and began to cut. My eyes were burning a hole through Alexa.

"Hey Kelly, how's Brian?" I said just as Alexa took another drink, causing her to choke again.

"He's good, honey, he's been out of town on business, but he'll be back soon." Kelly said with a smile.

"That's

great, we should all do something together when he gets back," I

continued, my smirk returning, "I don't think Alexa has really gotten a

chance to know him yet." Now it was Alexa’s turn to go pale.

"That

sounds like a great idea, Tim!" Kelly said. I felt a little bad,

because I could tell Kelly was happy that I was expressing interest in

meeting her new boyfriend, a man who would potentially occupy the same

role as my deceased father, and in reality I was just trying to stick it

to Alexa. There would be plenty of time for me to get over that though,

and right now I had cake to eat.

It tasted great.

Later, as I was getting ready for the party at Suzie's, my phone buzzed. It was Stephanie.

"So what was that about?" it read

"I should ask you the same question!" I replied.

There

was a long pause. No bubbles, nothing. I got ready to shower, and right

as I wrapped my towel around myself my phone buzzed again.

"Pick me up from work tomorrow night; I have a graduation present for you."

I

was annoyed at her, but couldn't stop my cock from flexing in arousal

underneath my towel. Fuck, what was this girl doing to me?

"Ok," I texted back, and then threw my phone across the bed.

I

stopped to pick up Mike on the way to Suzie's. He and Kerri were

apparently having some sort of spat, and he poured it all out onto me on

the drive. I couldn't tell you what it was about though, because my

mind was full of its own hormone-crazed problems, and I just "yeah" and

"uh huh"-ed him the whole way there.

We

could hear the thumping bass even before I turned the car through the

tall gate of the Travino estate. Suzie's house, a gaudy McMansion paid

for by her father's lucrative law firm, sat at the head of a snake-like

driveway. Cars were strewn all about the sides of the long drive, and

after finding a decent spot, Mike and I made the rest of our way on

foot. Passing by two classmates passed out at the foot of a large

fountain, we made our way into the throng of young adults ready to take

on the world. Or at least the world's largest beer bong. I think Mike

might have been right; it seemed like the entire class was there.

Possibly the entire school.

We

found our way over to one of several kegs, got some drinks, and tried

to mingle and talk over the din of music and voices. Only half

listening, I scanned the ocean of bodies looking for Tara, but had no

luck.

Suddenly

I felt Mike's hand grip me hard on the shoulder. His eyes were wide and

livid. Turning to where the dagger of his gaze fell, I saw Chet

Phillips, the captain of the football team, chatting up a hot, busty

number near the kitchen island. A hot, busty number with a big mane of

curly, black hair. Oh my God, it was Kerri. Kerri had all the curves

befitting her Greek heritage, she wore a shimmering, backless blouse

that showed a lot of chest, putting all her genetic gifts on display.

With no room for a bra, her tits hung free under the fabric, jiggling

erotically every time she moved or laughed. Funny, I don't think I ever

really noticed her tits before. Damn, they were nice.

A

black, pleated skirt hung over the swell of her generous ass, and her

thick, soccer player's legs descended down into high heeled ankle boots.

She was dressed to impress, and Chet was getting the full court press.

Touching his arm while laughing, leaning over to "accidentally" flash

her full cleavage at him, cocking her hips just so; Kerri was out to

prove a point, and it was safe to say it was a point not lost on Mike.

He was fuming. After swearing a bit under his breath, he muttered

something about having to "go do something," downed his 3/4-full beer,

and began wading his way over to the kitchen. I laughed and took a sip

of my own drink. Damn, she had nice tits.

Making

my way into the living room I continued my search; no Tara. I saw some

recognizable cliques keeping to themselves, AV club over by the window,

drama kids over by the bookcase. My mind drifted to thoughts of some of

those drama girls. We all had heard the rumors about drama club just

being a constant fuck fest, and frankly I regretted never joining. I'd

love to have had the chance to eat out star actress Alyssa Mitchell, or

feel up mousey Chrissy Thomas; Chrissy was one of those magical girls

who was tall, stick thin, but had huge breasts. Not even her black

turtleneck could hide them tonight. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to

put my dick between them. I wondered if she had ever wrapped those

beauties around a hard cock, if they'd ever been showered with jizz.

My

lewd day dream was cut short, however, as I spotted the math team.

Sitting among the glasses and bad haircuts was a bright, beaming smile

and a blaze of red hair; it was Sarah. God she looked good. Still

playing it conservative for the general public, a nice sweater vest sat

atop a buttoned down blouse, expertly hiding the exceptional breasts she

had herself. Sensible jeans encased her toned, runner's legs, slip on

flats on her feet. She wore no makeup, and frankly didn't need any. No

one knew what kind of body she hid under her clothes. No one but me and

Tara. Her smile seemed to be lighting up the whole room, and as she

tossed her cascading red locks over to the other side of her head, her

eyes clicked over and locked on to mine. She turned that beam of a smile

over to me, and raised her glass at me. I returned the gesture, and

with a sip and a wink, she went back to her conversation. That wink.

God, that wink alone got me hard.

I decided to keep moving, and continue my search.

Following

the thump of the music, I moved out onto the patio, where flashing

lights and bouncing bodies bumped and gyrated to the rhythms. I peered

through the pulsating mass, and was stopped dead by the flails and

swivels of a luscious figure ringed with a bright aura of red and green

party lights. Mesmerizing hips drew me in as the red plaid of her skirt

spun outward with every twirl, jingling the rings and chains that hung

from her black leather belt. Black stockings ran from mid thigh down

into the tops of white, Doc Martens. Bracelets bounced and shimmered on

her arms as she drew her hands over her body, over the black tank top

that covered her stomach and sank low at the neck, displaying the

cleavage of two, perfect breasts. Cleavage that almost seemed to try and

devour the bangles at the end of the long necklaces she wore as they

bounced around her globes. Black, spiky hair reached toward the sky off

her bobbing, lolling head. Dark eye liner accented her lashes. And her

lipstick, her lipstick matched the color of my tie.

It was Tara.

She

looked amazing. Lost in the sounds and vibrations of the music, the

lights caught the gentle spritzing of sweat that shone on the flat of

her chest. She danced with no one, she danced with everyone. She just

absolutely exuded sex. I couldn't help but stare.

Snapping

me back to earth was a tug at my side, followed by a loud bellow of

"Hey, Tim Miller!" Turning sharply, I was greeted by the quirky smile

and thick, black glasses of class valedictorian, and host of this blow

out party, Suzie Travino.

Suzie

was half Italian, half Japanese, and all cute. Definitely an egghead,

but not in a traditional nerd sort of way, Suzie was the jackpot mix of

smart, popular, good looking, and rich. Skinny, with small, perky

breasts, Suzie wasn't really my type. Not that I ever had the chance,

and not that I ever would have thrown her out of bed if I did, but she

just wasn't my type. That being said, her small ass looked phenomenal in

her tight jeans, and she cocked her hips out to the side as she

continued.

"Great

to see you!" she said, punching me in the shoulder, "I feel like I

never see you at parties!" She had a glaze to her eyes that told me she

was already pretty buzzed.

"Yeah, I'm a bit of a homebody," I chuckled, darting my eyes past her trying to find Tara again in the dancing crowd. No luck.

"Well I'm glad you made it, dude!" She laughed and took another swig of her drink.

"Listen,

Suzie, I have to; " I began, when suddenly there was a big commotion of

cheers and whoops coming from across the patio. Both of us turning

toward the rabble, we saw the recipients of all the accolades: it was

Bud Pepper and fellow classmate Mark Prepon. Both beaming ear to ear

with embarrassed smiles, each holding the other's hand. They chuckled,

they hugged, and then in front of practically the entire graduating

class, Bud and Mark kissed. The whoops and hollers got even louder.

"Wow, good for them!" Suzie squealed, clapping along, "they're so cute together!"

"Yeah,

totally," I responded, but my attention was elsewhere. Looking back

toward the dance floor I desperately searched for Tara. Bud was the guy

she lost her virginity to at the prom, and he was her, well honestly I

wasn't sure what he was to her at this point, since we hadn't been

talking lately, but he was more than a friend, that's for sure.

My

eyes scanning the crowd, finally I caught her. She watched the new

couple for a moment, a bittersweet smile forming on the edge of her

lips, and then she quietly made her way away from the crowd, away from

the bright colored lights, and into the shadows back toward the house.

I

had no idea what she was feeling right now. I thought back to our

conversation the last time we talked, and her dismay at being viewed as

nothing more than a sex object, and here, now, was her, whatever Bud

was, celebrating a relationship with someone who wasn't her. She was

alone again, and that hurt me inside.

Suzie's attention was still held by the new lovebirds, so I quietly slipped away after Tara.

I

followed behind her and watched her slip upstairs and into one of the

rooms. Quietly padding after her I stood outside the room and paused. I

was nervous, but I wasn't sure why. Tara was one of my closest friends,

we had shared so much, and I wanted now to be there for her if she

needed me. That was all I wanted, to be there for her. As her friend. At

least that's what I told myself.

I slowly opened the door and entered.

The

room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. Tara sat on the edge of a

large bed, one leg tucked under, typing away at her phone. She didn't

even notice I had come in.

"Hi,"

I finally said. Her head popped up from her phone, startled, her big,

doe eyes wide with surprise. Relaxing as she recognized me, she plopped

her phone on the night table.

"Hey," she finally responded. It wasn't cold, it wasn't angry, it was just, her.

"I

saw what happened down there, with Bud,” I began timidly, moving

closer, but stopping at the tall bedpost at the corner of the bed. "I

just wanted to make sure you were ok. I know you guys were,” I honestly

don't know if I could have finished that sentence even if I knew what

term to use.

A

warm smile pulled at her lips. "Nah, I'm fine; I'm happy for them." She

chuckled a bit to herself. "In fact, I'm the one who set them up!"

"What?" I laughed loudly. I plopped myself down on the bed across from her. It was instinct. Just like old times.

"Yeah,

Bud and I, we, never really clicked." Her eyes drifted for a moment.

"We tried, but it became pretty clear pretty quickly that we were,

interested in different things."

"What about the prom?" I said with a slight crack in my voice.

"That

was, just something we both needed, I think," she said wistfully. "We

learned a lot from each other though," she continued, "I think we both

learned how to be comfortable with who we are a bit more. He figured out

who he was, what he wanted, and I knew Mark had a crush on him, so I

had no problem playing matchmaker."

"Sounds like all that applause is really for you, then!" I said lightly. She chuckled and blushed a bit.

"I was happy to do it. It makes me happy when the people I care for are happy." she said. I smiled in response.

"Plus

it greatly increases your chances of a guy-guy-girl threeway!" I

blurted out. A comment like that would have been par for the course a

couple months ago, but now I wasn't sure how it would land. Luckily she

burst out laughing and the tension between us began to drift away.

"You

know me too well, Miller," she said through a warm smile. "What about

you, Tim," she continued, looking right at me now, "have you figured out

what you want yet?"

I

just took in the room for a moment. It was quiet. The thump of the

downstairs music was audible but faint. The slatted door of a closet

across from us stood slightly ajar. The warm, low light cast deep

shadows across Tara's body.

"Yes,"

I finally let out, practically whispering, "I want us to be friends

again. I miss you so friggin' much, Tara, I miss talking to you, I miss

laughing with you, there's so much going on right now that I barely know

how to process because I don't have you to talk to about it. Like,” I

didn't know where to start, “ like Ms. Dorman!" I exclaimed, "I caught

Ms. Dorman getting fucked by Mr. Ridley the other day!"

"I'm sorry, What?" She said, her big doe eyes going wide again with surprise.

"Yes!

He had her bent right over her desk, and was railing her from behind,

and it was awkward, and it was hot, and it was confusing, and I so

desperately wanted to talk to you about it." My franticness calmed down

and sincerity returned. "I am so sorry I ever made you feel bad for a

single second. You're my best friend, and I want you in my life, Tara. I

just hope, that maybe you want me in yours too."

There

was a long pause that bound my insides into tight, cramped knots. She

breathed in deep, and let out a controlled breath before saying "I do,

Miller, I miss you too." Breath escaped my body desperately, and I

somehow managed to begin breathing again.

"That

is so good, to hear, Tara," I wheezed. She leaned in and gave me a big,

tight hug. We were going to be ok. Tara and I were friends again, and

that's all either of us wanted. "There's so much I want to tell you,

seriously."

We broke our warm hug, and Tara leaned back again, a look of slight trepidation on her face now.

"Well,"

she began, fiddling with the hem of her plaid skirt, "in the interest

of full transparency I should tell you," she paused. " I'm kinda seeing

someone."

"That's

awesome!" I blurted out joyously. I may have over done it though, as my

positive reaction was masking a cold dropping of my stomach. I wasn't

sure why that pang of jealousy came back, I was legitimately happy for

her, but there it was. "How big is his cock?" I joked. Like I said -

overdoing it.

"Well

the thing is," she began, but was cut off by the creek of the bedroom

door opening. "Shit!" she said in a loud, panicked whisper. Frantically

she grabbed on to me, and seeing no other recourse, reached for the

closet door, shoved me inside, and quickly jumped back onto the bed.

Still

trying to wrap my head around what was happening, I watched through the

slats of the closet door as Tara breathlessly tried to appear calm and

relaxed. I felt a stir in my pants as my more voyeuristic tendencies

began to trigger. I couldn't yet see who entered the room, but I watched

Tara's perfect breasts rise and fall beneath her tank top as her eyes

met this mystery entrant. It had to be the guy she was dating. Why else

would she be so flustered to have the two of us in the same room?

Suddenly

a voice pierced the silence. "Hey, I got your text." My breath stopped

short in my chest. I knew the voice right away, but I couldn't believe

it. I strained my eyes around the corner of the closest door, desperate

to prove my ears wrong, but it was no use. Then I heard the swish of

walking legs and all at once my eyes confirmed the sound. Looking

through the slats of the closet, the curvy, jean-clad ass of a woman

entered my eye line. Slowly my eyes traveled upward, not wanting to

believe what I was seeing, but reality became undeniable as they locked

on her hair.

That lovely wave of fiery, red hair.

Sarah,

my next door neighbor and longest crush, the girl Tara and I witnessed

get thoroughly dicked down while we jerked off together, climbed onto

the bed, leaned in, and kissed Tara passionately. Tara melted.

Kissing

her way down Tara's neck, Sarah's hand drifted down over one of Tara's

perfect breasts and squeezed. Tara moaned, and her legs pulled up and

wrapped around Sarah's body. The movement bunched her skirt up around

her waist, and from my vantage point I could see the cheek of her ass

peeking out from her black panties.

Sarah

continued her travels down Tara's writhing body, briefly kissing and

squeezing all the landmarks, but with a destination firmly evident. Her

lips traipsed over the bunch of Tara's skirt, and she wrapped one arm

around an exposed thigh as she pushed her face between my best friend's

legs. Tara gasped. Kisses peppered her panty-clad cunt as her breasts

heaved up and down in overwhelming sensation.

Then

Sarah suddenly stopped, planting a couple kisses on Tara's thigh as she

pulled away. Looping her fingers through the band of Tara's panties,

Sarah stood up, and pulled. Tara smiled, lifting her ass as Sarah slid

the panties down her legs, off and over her boots.

Any

concern for me being in the room was gone now, and Tara was overcome

with lust. Her hands ran over her own thighs as they butterflied open,

giving me a full view of my best friend's sopping wet cunt. I had seen

her perfect tits, I had seen her body shudder and shake with orgasm, but

I had never seen her cunt. Now here it was on full display. Her lips

were swollen and wide with desire, glistening with moisture in the low

lamp light, and there wasn't a strand of hair anywhere; she was fully,

smoothly shaven.

I

wasn't sure when the last time I had taken a breath was. I was overcome

with a million conflicting emotions. I felt betrayed that Tara was in a

relationship with the girl she knew I had lusted after for years. I

also knew I had no right to feel that way. I was jealous of both of

them. I was guilty that I was watching this so clandestinely. On top of

this all, however, I was hard as a fucking rock.

Reaching

down and grasping the hem of her sweater vest, Sarah shimmied her hips

as she pulled it up and over her head. She then made a show of it as she

started unbuttoning her blouse. Tara smiled and drifted her hand down

between her legs. She dipped her finger into her wet cunt, and began

slowly rubbing herself as she watched Sarah undress.

I

couldn't see the reveal of Sarah's ample breasts and tight stomach, but

as her blouse fell away, I found the smooth swoop of her back to be

intoxicating. Then, with a shimmy of her hips, she turned her back to

Tara and I was greeted with a full view of her stomach and bra-encased

tits. Those tits. Oh, my God. Large and pale, they sat high in a lacy

bra thin enough to see her hard nipples through.

Sarah

undid her belt, and with a sexy cock of her hips began to peel her

tight jeans down her legs. I got a good deep look at her full cleavage

as she bent over, and my cock throbbed. Straightening back up, she

looked back over her shoulder at Tara, smiled, and reached up and

unsnapped her bra.

Tara

stood up off the bed and embraced Sarah from behind, wrapping her arms

around the redhead's scantily clad body. Tara ran her hands all over

Sarah, kissing and licking at her neck and collarbone as she explored.

Sarah sighed, and gyrated her ass tight against Tara's crotch. Both

breathing heavy now, Tara slid her hands up to the cups of Sarah's bra,

and in full view of my voyeuristic eyes, almost like she was doing it

for my benefit, my best friend pulled the fabric away and set Sarah's

large, beautiful tits free.

My hand went to my cock and squeezed.

Tara

pushed Sarah's tits together, eliciting a deep moan from the redhead.

Sliding under them, Tara lifted those hefty breasts, almost presenting

them, and then pinched their hard, pink nipples between her fingers.

Sarah gasped.

My hand slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. This was so wrong, but I couldn't resist.

Tara's

hand slithered down Sarah's body, over her stomach, stopping briefly at

the band of her panties before silently slipping inside. Sarah's hips

began to gyrate as Tara bathed her fingers in the hot wetness I had

literally dreamed about.

My

cock was practically screaming. Reaching in, I pulled it out through

the fly of my pants. I could practically feel its throbbing heat without

even touching it.

Sarah

turned around, grasped at Tara's shirt, and quickly pulled it up and

over her head. Having no patience for the clasp of a bra, Sarah yanked

Tara's bra down off her perfect tits, expressing a startled gasp from my

best friend. Her hands gripped each globe, and she attacked them each

with her mouth. Sucking, kissing, licking, Tara's tits soon glimmered

with Sarah's wet saliva. Every time Sarah's lips latched on to a nipple,

a short sexy moan escaped Tara's lips. Holding on for dear life at the

erotic assault, Tara's breath heaved, and her hands gripped and kneaded

at Sarah's full ass, desperately working the girl's panties off inch by

inch.

Stumbling

forward, Sarah pushed Tara back down onto the edge of the bed; Tara's

tits bounced playfully as her ass hit the mattress. Sarah bent over,

sliding her panties all the way down her pale legs, giving me a full

view of her ass, her cunt lips squeezed between her thighs. Tara just

smiled, and used the moment to remove her boots and climb fully onto the

bed.

I

think I began to drool. Or at least my cock did. It stuck out firm and

hard from my zipper and I was losing my self control. I wanted to be

mad, I wanted to be angry, but more than that, fuck, I wanted to cum.

Tara's

legs butterflied open and closed again in anticipation; clearly an

excited tick she had that I never knew about. It was adorable. It was

sexy as hell. Her hand drifted back to her own throbbing, wet lips.

Those glistening, aroused lips, I think I wanted to taste them.

My finger idly traced along the length of my iron cock. A small, static shock of pleasure surged through me.

Tara

took in the view of the redheaded goddess before her and smiled just as

Sarah took a step forward, grasped Tara's thighs, and slowly lowered to

her knees on the floor. Tara repositioned herself, shimmied forward

slightly, and let out a long, wet moan as my biggest crush's tongue

began dancing all over my best friend's clit.

It was all I could take. My hand gripped my firm cock and began to stroke.

My

eyes strained through the slats of the closet desperate to take in

every bit of the erotic sight before me. Tara gasped and moaned, writhed

and shook, as Sarah lapped and sucked. Her tits rose and fell, nipples

reaching for the sky as her breath heaved in her chest. They jiggled

delightfully every time she shifted to regain stability, or after an

unexpected shock of sensation.

There was no stopping me now, I was in a trance, stroking my cock deliberately while transfixed by this sapphic exhibition.

Tara

hoisted herself up onto her hands so she could watch Sarah's tongue

perform its magic. They locked eyes and Tara ran her hand lovingly

through Sarah's ginger locks. Sarah's hand drifted down over one thick

thigh to meet her tongue at Tara's dripping center. Stopping momentarily

to catch her breath and lube up her fingers, Sarah's lips latched back

on to Tara's clit and in one smooth motion she pushed two fingers deep

into Tara's cunt.

With

a loud moan, Tara lost her stabilization and dropped back onto the

mattress, her lovely tits bouncing wildly. Her breath was ragged and

fast as Sarah slid fingers in and out of her wet cunt in time with the

tongue playing pinball on her clit. Regaining her stabilization, at

least on one elbow, she ran her hand back to Sarah's hair, but this

wasn't a loving caress, this was a wanton grasp, a fist full of hair to

hold on for dear life as Tara rocketed toward ultimate release.

I

stroked hard and fast as I watched my best friend's face crinkle and

grimace, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropping open in a pleasurable "O."

Her moans came faster and shorter, tits jiggling with every breath, a

slight, wet slurping noise illustrating the waterfall of cunt juice and

saliva cascading from her loins.

"Oh

fuck, oh fuck," Tara began chanting. Her body began to convulse and

contort, and I knew she was there; she was going to cum; and so was I. I

couldn't' take my eyes off her beautiful body, vulnerable and open, and

I was with her right there in the moment, just like I had been when we

were together in my bathroom.

Then,

in a horrible moment of clarity, I remembered where I was; in a closet

at a classmate's house. No Kleenex, no towels, not even a drink cup;

where was I going to cum? As Tara's "Oh, fuck"s came faster, I

frantically looked around for something to catch my jizz, as I was

definitely not going to just spray the inside of this closet like a

psychopath.

Seeing

no acceptable receptacle I knew I had no options, so I followed along

with Tara's pleasure cruise as far as I could, edging myself to the

brink, then expending every ounce of willpower I had and taking my hand

off my screaming cock just as Tara's thighs clamped around Sarah's head

and her whole body convulsed in a long, hard, orgasm.

Tara cumming was still the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

My

heart rate and rapid breaths matched Tara's as I watched in delicious

frustration as Tara rode the cresting wave of her climax. My cock

throbbed and bobbed, desperate for release, but I stayed strong, and as

the hormones and endorphins ping ponged through my body with nowhere to

go, I realized it was a feeling I didn't hate. It wasn't as satisfying

as shooting my load, but the denial, the edging, the game of orgasmic

chicken, was yummy.

Coming

down from her euphoric high, Tara's breath began to return to normal,

and Sarah's tongue and fingers downshifted from driving force to loving

support. Slowly she pulled her fingers out of Tara's swollen cunt, gave

it a final tender kiss, and then jumped up to cover Tara's body with her

own. There was no hesitation on Tara's part, and she wrapped her arms

around Sarah's body and kissed her deep on her cum-covered mouth.

Sarah

lurched forward, spreading her legs to stabilize. Her nude backside

arched into the air and the girl I had lusted after for years

unknowingly gave me a full view of her cunt, wet and wide with desire.

My hand snaked back to my cock, but could only muster a few short

strokes before my primed pump was back at the point of explosion. I

backed off again, sending delightful shockwaves through my disgruntled

balls.

Lips

mashed together; hands roamed free, gripping and squeezing; breaths

came hot and ragged; bodies rolled and gyrated under low lamp light.

Rolling

Sarah onto her back, Tara pinned her hands above her head, and the two

shared a breathless smile; it was Tara's turn now. Gravity pulled

Sarah's plump melons back toward her face, and each deep breath shook

them up and down in a way that made me throb. Tara kissed and licked her

way down Sarah's body, stopping to pay extra attention to her wonderful

tits. Pushing them together she dropped her face in Sarah's

considerable cleavage, squeezing hard as she did. Sarah let out a choked

off, high-pitched squeak in response.

I gave my cock two more pumps and then pulled off. What a sexy fucking sound.

Tara's

lips clamped around Sarah's nipple and the squeak came back, louder

this time, and accompanied by a gasp as her mouth dropped open in

pleasure. I had watched this girl get fucked silly, I had seen her cum,

but I had never heard it, and her squeaks and moans of pleasure made it

very difficult to maintain my commitment to edging-only masturbation.

Tara,

on the other hand, was committed only to making Sarah's body sing with

pleasure. She sucked long and hard on Sarah's nipples, kneading and

massaging her breasts as she did, and it was driving Sarah insane. Her

body shook and vibrated, and if I didn't know any better it seemed like

her goal was to make Sarah cum from nipple play alone. I was so jealous.

It wasn't that same cold, angry jealousy I felt when I thought about

Bud Pepper being the first guy to fill Tara with his cum, however. It

was the kind of jealousy you get when you find out your friend went to

the amusement park you didn't get to go to. I was jealous that I didn't

get to experience Sarah's body, but I wasn't angry that Tara did.

It

was tough to be angry with the show I was getting. Finished with her

nipples and leaving her gasping for air, Tara continued kissing and

licking down Sarah's body until settling her head between her legs. Tara

didn't dive right in the way Sarah did, though, she began stroking and

nibbling at Sarah's thighs, licking dangerously close to her cunt but

never quite running her tongue over it. It was driving Sarah wild.

Shaking and straining, gyrating her hips, trying desperately to find

Tara's tongue with her cunt, Sarah was getting frantic.

"Please,

baby, please," Sarah gasped, "no more teasing; I need it, please!" I

stroked my cock a few times at the sounds of my next door neighbor

begging my best friend to lick her cunt. Pleasure shot up my spine and I

took my hand off my cock again.

Tara

smiled that wry smile of hers, and with a wide, flat tongue, she

pressed into Sarah and slowly licked up the length of her slit. Sarah

drew in a long, deep breath, her head lolling back as the intense

sensation passed through her.

Tara

was focused now, and began eating Sarah's cunt with vigor, one hand

squeezing one of those glorious pale breasts as she did so. My cock

buzzed, painfully hard. I could barely do more than graze it with my

hand before I had to back off. Tara's ass bounced excitedly in the air

as she pleasured her lover, her plaid skirt still bunched around her

waist. Sarah was lost in sensation, her exhaling breaths accentuated

with short "Ooh"s. Then, reaching down and grasping a wrist, Sarah drew

Tara's hand off her tit and up to her mouth. Licking her lips between

gasps of breath, Sarah took two of Tara's fingers into her mouth and

began licking and sucking on them as though they were my cock.

I mean A cock.

Eyes

shut tight and totally lost in the moment, Sarah fellated those fingers

expertly. Wetly. I had never been so jealous of two digits. I didn't

dare touch my cock for more than a hot second.

Taking

the hint, Tara dragged her hand away from Sarah's pink, wet mouth, and

down to her pink, wet cunt. Wasting no time, she rubbed the dripping

fingers around Sarah's swollen vulva, then carefully inserted one,

drawing a syrupy "Ooooh'' from the redhead. Tara's index finger slipped

in and out as she tongued Sarah's clit, causing her athletic body to

shift and tense as the pleasure built. Her breath got shorter, faster,

her bountiful tits jiggled and shook as her diaphragm sucked in and out.

She was getting close. So close.

I

was locked on to two special women in my life fucking with abandon that

I almost didn't register the words Sarah managed to choke out as she

began to lose control.

"Two"

she said breathlessly, "give me two!" without missing a beat, Tara

slipped her middle finger in to join her index, triggering a long, drawn

out "Yessssssss" from the writhing ginger. My balls felt like concrete

now, my cock painfully straining for release, but I didn't give in.

gentle touches and quick strokes stoked the pleasure centers of my body

as I took in the erotic sight before me.

Tara's

lips were latched tight onto Sarah's clit plunging two fingers swiftly

in and out of her dripping cunt. Sarah shook. She vibrated, each ragged

breath choked off by a high pitched squeak. Her legs began to flail,

causing Tara to hold on for dear life with her free hand. Two pale hands

frantically grabbed onto Tara's spiky black hair for stabilization,

hot, sexy abs fired as her body crunched, a wave of red hair whipped

forward, and a low moan grew to a loud wail as Sarah, my next door

neighber and objected of all my teenage lust, orgasmed all over my best

friend's face.

The

sensations coursing through my own body, the endorphins, the denial of

release, was so extreme that I almost blacked out as I watched Sarah

cum. The girls came down from their erotic highs, and gently made out

and relaxed, chatting quietly. I, however, was still stuck in the

closet. I contemplated sawing my way through the wall, seeing as my cock

was hard enough to cut a diamond, but I thought better of it and sat

silently with my erection.

Eventually

the low chatter died down completely, and almost as though it was a

signal that I could make my move, the bedside lamp clicked off. I waited

a moment, straining my ears for signs of consciousness, but heard only

the soft, rhythmic breaths of sleep. Slowly and quietly I edged the

closet door open, delicately padded my way over the carpet past the bed,

and exited the bedroom.

In

the hallway my breath returned, and led by my iron-hard cock I

frantically tried the surrounding doors until I found a bathroom.

Lurching my way over toward the shower, I struggled to free my cock

again from the confines of my pants. Tossing back the shower curtain,

mad with lust and the images of what I had just witnessed playing over

in my head, I gripped my buzzing cock, stroked with a madman's pace, and

after ten short seconds or so my concrete balls pulled tight, a

lightning bolt shot up my spine, and I erupted in long white-hot

torrents of cum that splattered audibly against the shower wall. My

orgasm felt like it would never end. The edging I had done in the closet

maximized my eventual release, and I began to feel almost drunk with

euphoria.

To be continued in Part 8

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.

Alexa’s not done with Brian

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Brian just deflowered Alexa, But he’s not finished his interest in her body.

She continues telling her story.

“Then,

all of a sudden, the feeling of fullness vanished. I opened my eyes and

saw Brian kneeling before me, droplets of my juices traipsing off the

end of his glistening cock. He took my leg with purpose and twisted it

across my body, turning me over onto my stomach. No words were spoken,

no words were needed. I instinctively rose up onto my hands and knees,

and hung my head down in total lust as my sopping, exposed cunt waited

for his touch to return.

I

didn't have to wait long, and I groaned in delight as I felt the tip of

his cock slide up and down my lips, lubricating itself, and then, even

though I thought I was ready, I still gasped loudly as he pushed forward

and split me open with his thick length once more.

This

again was a totally new sensation, even more overwhelming than before,

and I had little time to adjust to it before I felt the quick pace

return.

Faster,

harder, he plunged his cock into me from behind, and all I could do was

hold on for dear life as the pleasure struck through me.

"Yes,

yes, fuck me, fuck me!" I chanted as I took his cock deeper than I had

ever before. His thighs slapped hard against my ass, and I could feel

his full, swinging balls tapping my clit with each stroke.

Looking

up, I opened my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror above his

bureau. There I was, on my hands and knees like an animal in heat, mouth

hung open in pleasure as this hot, muscular stranger fucked his cock

into me from behind. I saw the sweat on his chest, his abs flaring as he

threw himself into me, the desperation on his face as he raced toward

his own pleasure.

I

took in this erotic scene, and the disparate pleasure crackling through

my body all of a sudden coalesced inside my core. I called out "Oh God,

oh God!" and the walls of my cunt clamped down hard around Brian's

pistoning cock, and for the second time that night I had a body-shaking

orgasm.

The

feeling of his thick cock driving into me as I spasmed was unlike

anything I had ever felt, and it was too much to take. I lurched

forward, disengaging from him, and trembled and shook as the waves of

pleasure drowned me.

Finally returning to earth, my breaths were heavy and deep, and as I turned back to look at Brian, all I could do was laugh.

"Holy shit," I gasped, "holy shit." Brian laughed back, and took the moment to catch his breath himself.

I

took in his form as we both cooled down. Sitting back on his heels, he

was red-faced, drenched in sweat, the warm light of his lamps carving

his muscles out with crisp shadows. My eyes trickled down his body, and

landed on his cock. His huge cock. How did I take all of that inside me?

His

cock was wet with my juices and our mingled sweat, and it still stood

tall and proud, straining away from his body, desperate for release. He

hadn't cum yet. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to MAKE him cum.

Rolling

again onto my back, I looked at him with lusty eyes and a wry smile,

spread my legs, and begged him to come hither with the crook of my

finger.

He

smiled back, closed the distance between us, lined up his thick cock,

and slowly pushed into me again. We sighed loudly in unison.

His

pace was slower now, more loving. I wrapped my body around him,

touching him, kissing him, egging him on. At that moment the only

purpose my body served was to give this man pleasure.

Reaching down under my body his hands gripped my ass, and he began to stroke harder, more erratically. "Yes, yes," I urged.

His breath began to get ragged and sharp, and I felt his cock stiffen even more inside me. He was getting so close, I knew it.

I

realized in that moment that we hadn't used a condom, and despite the

intense eroticism of the moment, I still had a little common sense left,

and so as I felt him begin to shudder and shake, I gave him a command;

the command I had heard given to so many other men, but never by me:

"Cum on me. I want you to cum on me."

And

with that, Brian groaned one more time, lurched up off of me, leaving

my cunt empty and wanting. I looked at this specimen of a man before me,

and I took it all in as his hand sped up and down the length of his

impressive cock. Kneeling before me like I was a goddess, ready to give

me an offering. An offering I was desperate to receive.

Brian

let out a high pitched cry, and I watched the swollen head of his cock

flare out. His balls pulled up tight to his body, and then in a geyser

of joy and release, I felt the first spurt of his cum streak up my body,

leaving a hot, white stripe from my collar bone to my jawline. I

gasped. The second shot streaked up between my tits, the third

splattering my stomach.

I

squealed in delight as Brian's orgasming cock pulsed hot cum onto my

body, urging him on with cries of "that's it baby, that's it!" It was

exhilarating. The heat of his cum, the vision of his shuddering,

convulsing body, the sensation of accomplishment; I understood why

Claire liked it. It was a total sensory overload.

He

groaned and shuddered, and then it was over. He fell back onto his

heels, exhausted, and we both just breathed in silence. Now it was his

turn to say "holy shit." We both chuckled again at our shared

experience, and then his gaze dropped to my body, painted with his seed.

He took a moment to admire his work; I saw his spent cock twitch

faintly in salute.

"Let

me get you a towel," he offered, hopped off the bed, and trotted off

into the darkness of the hallway. I was left with my thoughts, now once

again fully grounded and left in the aftermath of what had just

occurred. Suddenly my euphoria gave way to mild panic.

What

had I done? I had let a stranger fuck me without a condom. What if he

didn't come back with a towel, but with a knife? What if;

My

head fell to the side, and a glimmer of a bright highlight caught my

eye. Focusing my gaze, I looked at the bedside table, where beneath the

soft glow of the bedside lamp laid a glimmering object: a single, golden

earring in the shape of a feather.

Claire's earring.

I smiled. "That bitch," I laughed, lovingly.

Brian

returned with a warm, damp towel, and as he delicately cleaned his

semen from my body, my panic fell away, and I wondered when he'd be

ready for round two.

I made a mental note not to forget the earring on my way home the next morning.”

Chapter 11: Stephanie tells Tim the story of her first time, or does she?

"He what?" I exclaimed.

Out

here on the front steps of our house, my step sister Alexa just told me

that Brian, the guy dating her mom (my step mom), had also been the one

to take her virginity. I was aghast with confusion.

"Who

did what?" Came a voice from behind me. Turning, I saw Stephanie

walking toward us while waving back toward an unknown man in a car. She

smiled at him. She was in her work clothes, and the top buttons of her

polo shirt were unbuttoned. That deep pang of jealousy shot dully into

my stomach.

I

wasn't sure what was happening, but I was definitely on edge for

multiple reasons now, and I did not hold back. "You know that guy Brian?

The friend of your parents' that my step mom Kelly is seeing?"

"Yeah, what about him?" Stephanie tossed back casually.

"Alexa fucked him!" I said in a loud stage whisper.

"Excuse me?" Stephanie said in surprise, stopping in her tracks.

"Jesus, Tim, keep it down!" Alexa implored, looking around for anyone who might have heard.

"Yeah," I continued, "not only did she fuck him, she lost her virginity to him!"

"What?" Stephanie said softly, clearly confused.

"Yeah! Our mom's boyfriend!" I said incredulously.

"I

thought,” Stephanie started, “ you said you lost your virginity to

Eddie Besser after prom!" Stephanie had a puzzled look on her face.

"I

lied," Alexa revealed, "Eddie couldn't get it up. He’s been on some

meds for a while, and says while this embarrasses him, he’s just glad to

still be alive. I liked him, so I told him I'd tell everyone we did

it." She ran a hand through her hair in stress. "I didn't want him to

get made fun of, but also I didn't want it to look like I couldn't get a

guy hard."

"But Brian,” Stephanie continued, still trying to make the pieces make sense.

"He

was a fill-in bartender at a bar by the college. It was my birthday,

and my roommate sort of set us up. He was a hot, older guy from out of

town, I didn't know anything about him, and I sure as shit didn't think

I'd ever see him again!"

She

didn't know anything about him. She didn't know that before dating our

mom, Brian had been in at least one videotaped threeway with Stephanie’s

parents Sandy and Don. She didn't know that he had shot his cum all

over Sandy's face while Don taped it.

, but did Stephanie know?

"But it was just the one time?" Stephanie inquired again, even more interested in the details than I was.

"Yes!"

Alexa quickly responded, before backtracking a bit. "Well, no, I fucked

him again in the shower the following morning. But that was it, I

swear!"

I

had seen what Brian had done with Sandy and Don; I knew how big his

cock was; and the thought of my step sister taking that big fuckstick

deep into her body under the hot water of a shower made my balls tingle.

"Are you gonna tell Kelly?" I asked (probably a stupid question).

"No,

of course I'm not going to tell my mom that her boyfriend took her

daughter's virginity!" Alexa said, a scrunched "what the fuck?" look on

her face.

"What are you going to do, then, try to break them up?" Stephanie offered.

"Yeah,

I mean they can't keep seeing each other, right?" I joined. I didn't

know if I really thought that, or if I was just jealous of the attention

Kelly was paying Brian, attention that a part of me felt was still

reserved for my dearly departed dad.

"I

don't fucking know,” Alexa said, head in her hands again, "I mean, it's

definitely fucked up, but at the same time, she seems really happy."

She rubbed the back of her neck slowly. "I just don't know."

We all sat there in momentary silence, until Alexa got up off the steps.

"I need to take a walk," she said, passing between us.

"You want me to come with?" Stephanie offered, but Alexa just kept walking.

"No, thanks, I just need to clear my head a bit."

Alexa

walked on down the road, leaving Stephanie and I standing alone in

front of our building in silence. She had a forlorn look on her face,

and her mind was clearly racing. I began to offer the chance to talk,

but she stopped me before I could get two words out and curtly said "I

gotta go," and headed inside.

Later

that night, lying in bed, my mind was reeling from the events of the

day. My friend Christine, the pastor's daughter, had ravenously sucked

my cock after church, opening up an entirely new dimension of our

relationship. Neither one of us knew what it meant, but I don't think I

was the only one who wanted more.

Then

I find out my step mom's new boyfriend fucked my step sister, taking

her virginity, before he met my step mom. It was a very strange,

sensitive situation, but maybe Alexa was right; maybe the past was just

the past and Kelly's happiness was the only important thing. Maybe it

didn't matter what Brian had done with Alexa. Or with Stephanie’s

parents.

And

then there was Stephanie. There was a weird vibe tonight. Stephanie had

seemed hurt by Alexa’s confession of lying about losing her virginity,

and then even more so when Alexa rejected her offer to talk. Did she

feel like Alexa was pulling away from her? How would that affect them

when they were at the same school next year?

Pulling

my phone out, I opened up a new text message to Tara. I desperately

wanted to talk to her about all this, but I couldn't bring myself to

write.

I

was caught in an indecisive daydream, when suddenly I was snapped out

of it by the buzz of an incoming text message. It was from Stephanie.

"Wow,

that was pretty fucked up tonight, huh?" it read. I hesitated before

answering. We hadn't talked casually in quite a while, and given our

recent past I wasn't sure what the bounds of our relationship even were

anymore. But still, I needed someone to talk to, and seemingly so did

she.

"Yeah. I don't even know where to start," I replied.

"I

can't believe Alexa had sex with my parents' friend,” she wrote back.

Her statement was general to the whole situation, but it was clear which

part of it bothered her the most.

"Did

finding that out make you sad?" I inquired. I was taking a risk;

Stephanie and I had never talked about her and Alexa, but it seemed to

me she left me that door open for a reason.

There

was a long pause between messages, and then three dots preceding "I'm

not sad she slept with him, I guess I'm a little sad she lied to me

about losing her virginity though. We always told each other everything

when it came to that stuff."

Three dots, then "I told her everything about when I lost mine."

This

message caused a stir in my balls. I thought back to our conversation

the night I put my whole foot in my mouth by admitting I could hear the

sounds of her orgasms through the floorboards above me. My day had left

me confused, but never more sexually confident, so I decided to push it.

"Yeah well, you never finished telling Me about it, you know, "

A long pause.

Three dots

The dots disappeared momentarily, then appeared again. She was writing SOMETHiNG.

"Perv" was all that came through.

Damn. I blew it.

Then an emoji: ":P"

My cock twitched.

I

paused. I didn't know how to respond. I wanted to keep pushing, but

there was something I needed to know first, so after a long pause, I

typed "So who was that guy who dropped you off?"

Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again followed by "A friend from work."

"Just a friend?" I sent back, probably too quickly.

"Maybe,” she replied, followed shortly by “ maybe not."

There she was; Stephanie the tease. But something felt different about this. It wasn't just teasing, it was, flirty.

"Why,

you jealous?" popped up on my phone. The truth was, I had no right to

be jealous; it's not like she and I were in some sort of exclusive

relationship, or really ANY relationship for that matter. And besides,

what sort of hypocrite would I be to say yes when I, myself, had had my

dick in another girl's mouth just hours earlier?

A teenage boy sort, that's what.

The

question hung unanswered, as I fretted over how to respond. She was

always playing some kind of game, so I responded with the one thing

she'd never expect: honesty.

"Yes." I typed back.

There

was silence now. No bubbles, just silence. Maybe this wasn't the right

move after all. Then again, maybe it was the truth she needed to hear.

Three bubbles.

"Go wait for me on the back porch," she replied, "I want you to show me how jealous you really are."

My

cock went from six to midnight almost immediately. The back porch was

an enclosed porch off the back of our building that was a shared space,

but had no windows facing it, and was covered in shadow from the

overhanging trees. It was dark, it was quiet, it was secluded. Being as

late as it was, there was sure to be no one around to bother us.

"Give

me five minutes" I texted back. I still had Christine's dried saliva on

my cock from earlier in the day, and I needed to rinse off just to be

prepared.

I

thought about Christine, and Rachel's reaction at church, and

Stephanie’s awkwardness the night before. I was feeling cocky and

confident, and ready to push my luck, so I followed up my text with an

addendum: "And wear something slutty."

"Excuse me?" she quickly responded.

I smiled, and kept pushing. "You heard me."

Another

long pause. Maybe I found the line and crossed it. Maybe she didn't

like me displaying power, and decided it wasn't worth her time. Maybe;

Three dots.

"I'll see you in five minutes."

My cock throbbed, and my stomach sank. I just played a pretty heavy power move, what if I wasn't ready for what came next?

After

a rinse, the careful walk down the back stairs to the porch felt long.

The cocky confidence I displayed started to ebb away, and nerves began

to set in.

The

porch was empty when I arrived. Moonlight made enough of my

surroundings visible, so I made my way to the big bench seat along the

back wall. And waited.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. This was it, I knew it. Stephanie set me up just to blue ball me when I showed some backbone.

I

was about to leave, fed up with another chain jerking by Stephanie,

when I heard the soft squeak of the porch door as it pushed open.

It

was dark, and I couldn't make out who it was at first. My stomach

dropped a bit as I considered the possibility that it was anyone but

Stephanie, but then as the figure strode toward me, the moonlight

revealed her features like a rising curtain. Ankle socks on slender

feet; long, athletic legs, bare in the moonlight, stretching up until

her hips disappeared under the drape of a long buttoned down shirt.

A button down shirt that was not buttoned.

Instead,

the two halves hung loose, revealing a runway of smooth, skin running

from the nape of her neck, over her collarbone, between the braless

cleavage of two perfect breasts, and down her tight, flat stomach,

punctuated by a pair of dark panties drawn tight over the lips of her

cunt.

My mouth started to water, and my erection immediately returned.

Stephanie

stood in front of me quietly, hair done up in a messy bun, and looked

at me as I stared, dumbfounded, at the goddess before me. "Is this what

you wanted?" I nodded. She closed the distance between us slowly.

I

felt one thigh surround me, and then the other, as she straddled me on

the cushioned bench. She gently grasped on to the window sill behind my

head, locking me in place. My hard cock strained up through my shorts,

desperate to touch her as she hovered her cunt above it.

"So you're jealous, huh?" she said, gyrating slowly above me, tantalizingly close to my cock.

Any power I thought I had was for the moment gone. All I could do was nod.

"Say it." She said.

"Yes." I choked out.

Then

finally she lowered herself down, and ground her cunt against my hard

cock. "Would you be jealous if I did this to another man, Timmy?" There

was only the thinest of fabrics separating us now, and I could feel her

heat on me.

"Yessss" I groaned out in answer to her question.

"Why?" She inquired, as her slow gyrations continued to put exquisite pressure against my hard cock.

"Because,”

I began. I could barely think, but I managed to eek out a response. “ I

want, this, I want, You, all to myself." I swear this was more

effective than a lie detector test, or truth serum.

"I

see," she said with a smirk. Then she leaned backward, sitting up

straight. slowly dropping her shirt off her shoulders, she revealed her

full breasts to the cool moonlight. Hard nipples accented perfect slopes

that arched off the flat of her chest. I had seen them that night in

the limo, but I had never touched them. My hands floated from my sides

onto her muscled thighs in nervous anticipation.

"Why

shouldn't I do this to other men, Timmy?" She breathed, grinding into

my cock again. My eyes were locked on her tits, squeezed together and

pushed up as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Why don't you

convince me?"

I licked my lips like a hungry dog.

My

hands slid up her glass-smooth thighs and gripped her ass; that

fantastic, athlete's ass that I had seen flaunted in front of me for

years and years; pulled her tight to my body, and with with a deep growl

dropped my head into her breasts, latching my lips around one of her

hard, perfect nipples. I sucked hard. Stephanie gasped.

My

lips and tongue were a whirlwind of suction and pressure. "That's it,

that's a good boy," Stephanie whispered between shortened breaths. My

hands squeezed the globes of her ass tightly, and I felt her muscles

flex between my fingers as she slowly humped forward and backward. She

was rubbing her drenched cunt along my painfully hard cock, practically

fucking me.

Her

gasps and squeals were coming more frequently now, clearly overwhelmed

by sensation. I sucked harder, and with a groan she lurched forward,

catching herself on the edge of the window behind me. My hands left

Stephanie’s ass, and snaked their way up over her hips, across her

stomach, then up and under the two heaving breasts that now hung free in

front of my face.

These

were breasts that had teased me. Breasts that had dared me to look as

hard nipples pushed through thin sleepwear, or cleavage thrust up and

out at me in swim suits and push up bras. Breasts that taunted me with

what I would never have. Breasts that now sat gently in the palms of my

hands.

I

squeezed and kneaded, and Stephanie and I both let out pleasurable

moans in unison. I felt her shift and grind her cunt against my

titanium-hard cock as her breathing became more ragged. Pushing her tits

up toward my face, I took another nipple into my mouth, and Stephanie

slapped one hand over her own as a loud cry involuntarily lept from her

throat.

Her

hips rode me harder, triggering her pleasure center on the clothed

shaft of my cock over and over again. My lips and tongue bounced back

and forth from nipple to glorious nipple, sucking, licking, pulling; I

could feel her starting to shake with mounting pleasure.

Her

breath was short and sharp, one hand gripping my shoulder, head hung

with closed eyes. She was in that glorious, final straight away now,

racing toward the edge, so I focused in on one nipple, giving it all I

had while my other hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast. Her hips

thrust and shook, sliding her clit long and hard against my cock, tiny

cries of "that's it, good boy.." sneaking out as she fed me her breast.

It felt almost like magic, like some sort of ritual, as my lips and

tongue began to summon her quaking orgasm.

I

suddenly felt her arm wrap around my head, pulling my tight to her

bosom, her hot breath directly in my ear, and at the crest of a deep,

long gasp of air, I felt her body tense, followed by that sweet,

heavenly triplet of moans; short, short, long; as Stephanie spasmed in

exquisite, rapturous orgasm atop me.

She

held me tight as the pleasure coursed through her. The only motion

between us was her hips thrusting forward against my cock, slowly but

deliberately, almost involuntarily, as she rode out the length of her

climax.

Her

thrusts became slower, and then stopped. I felt her body relax, heavy

breaths still hot against my ear. She released my head, and pulled away

from me, popping her nipple out of my mouth. I wasn't about to let those

breasts go that easily though, and while she was still coming down from

the high of her orgasm, I leaned back in and covered the space between

her tits with soft kisses, gently squeezing and caressing her breasts as

I did so.

Finally

she pushed me back, and looked down at me. She was gorgeous, her supple

breasts exposed to the night air, rising and falling with deep breaths,

nipples swollen from my ministrations, skin flushed with the heat of

orgasm. There was still lust in her eyes, and for a moment I thought she

might lean in and kiss me, but the moment passed, and she slowly, but

steadily, dismounted, leaving my still-hard cock pressing to the sky.

We sat quietly on the bench for a moment, just breathing, a far away look in Stephanie’s eye.

Finally I broke the silence. "Was that convincing enough for you?"

Stephanie

looked me in the eye and chuckled a bit at my brashness. She let out a

long sigh, and then looked down at my straining erection tenting my

shorts.

"That looks uncomfortable," She said. All I could do was nod.

Sidling

up next to me, pushing her naked tits into my arm, she reached down and

began pushing down my shorts. I lifted my ass to help her, and soon my

straining cock was stretching high and stiff into the moonlight.

"You

know," Stephanie said as she danced her fingertips up and down my naked

thigh, "you're right; I never did tell you how I lost my virginity."

I let out a long sigh as I felt her fingers delicately run up and down the length of my dick.

"I

could tell you now,” she continued, as her fingers traipsed down to my

balls, then back to the head of my cock “ but I'm going to be very

disappointed if you don't make it to the end of the story, "

I closed my eyes and groaned as she dragged her nails up and down my length.

"Do

you think you can make it?" she said, a cheshire grin on her face now.

This was Stephanie in full tease mode, but at that exact moment I wanted

nothing in the world than for her to tease me more.

"Yes," I choked out, "tell me."

"Well,

we were at a volleyball tournament." Immediately my mind jumped to the

girls volleyball team; short shorts, long legs, competitive juices

flowing, each team member a passionate young woman.

"We

didn't win, but it didn't matter, we were really all just looking

forward to the afterparty." Their parties were legendary. The thought

made my cock bounce as she trailed her nails over it.

"All

the teams got together and had a rager at the hotel. The coaches were

all out at their own conference, discussing next year's tournament,

which meant that all us girls were left to our own devices. After a

hard-fought tournament like that, you can bet we all needed some,

release."

She said that last word with a sigh behind her breath, and her hand squeezed my swollen balls gently.

"I

can't tell you how many times I've wanted to kill the other team on the

court, only to end up licking their middle blocker's cunt later that

night."

My

cock surged as I imagined Stephanie with her face between the legs of

another hot, athletic volleyball vixen. She smiled and let out a soft

giggle as it bounced. she continued, lightly painting her fingers up and

down my length,

"But this tournament was different, because it was the first one with our new assistant coach, Mr. Ridley."

 My eyes went wide, and I snapped my head towards her.

"RIDLEY?" I said in disbelief. She just smiled that sultry smile at me again, and continued to tease my cock with her fingers.

"He was young, he was hot, and I had put his reputation to the test Long before that night, Timmy,"

 she breathed, as she circled a finger around my tip, spreading the beginning drop of precum all over the head. I groaned.

"You,

you,” was all I could get out as I focused on the sensations coursing

through me. Stephanie  continued encircling the head of my cock,

"Oh,

I had his cock in my mouth many times before that night, Timmy, we had a

routine - after practice I'd stay behind and help put the equipment

away, and then I'd get on my knees and suck his cock till he came in my

mouth."

I groaned loudly.

"I didn't even want anything in return; I just wanted to feel him pump his cum into my mouth so I could swallow every drop."

She

giggled, watching more precum involuntarily force its way out of my

tip. She could tell I was enjoying the story, as much as I didn't want

to.

The

thought of Stephanie on her knees with Ridley's cock in her mouth was

projected brightly on the lids of my closed eyes. On her knees, in her

volleyball uniform, wanting nothing but to taste this older guys cum. My

cock stiffened even harder as she continued teasing me.

"This

one time, right as he was about to cum, his cock popped out of my

mouth, and he shot two ropes across my face before I could get it back

in."

 I

groaned again loudly, trying not to picture Stephanie’s beautiful face

lashed with hot cum. It wasn't working. My cock surged again; it didn't

go unnoticed.

 "Is that what you want, Timmy? To cum on my face?"

I let out a stifled "Jesus" as she continued her ministrations.

"I

swallowed so much of his cum, Timmy, and I loved it. It got me so wet,

Which is why I knew it was time for something more when he texted me

that night at the party." she said, watching as the precum flowed freely now down my length and over her fingers

I

glanced over at her. She was a vision of sex. Her button down shirt

hung loose off her shoulder, exposing one breast whose hard nipple

rubbed gently against my arm as she teased me. Her hips flared out

beneath her, long legs coiled up like two erotic snakes. A shudder ran

through me as I took it all in. I wanted her so badly. Her fingertips

were maddening on my cock - I desperately needed more, but Stephanie

refused to comply.

"When

I got back to my hotel room he was already waiting, his hands were on

me before I could even open the door; he didn't care who saw. It was so

sexy. I felt his hot breath on my ear as I fumbled with the room key. I

was already soaked. We went inside, and right there in the foyer we

started making out, and I took his hand and put it down my shorts; I

wanted him to feel how wet I was. It was the first time he had ever

touched my cunt, and it was fucking electric, Timmy, he rubbed up and

down a few times, and then he curled his fingers into me, and slipped up

inside me." This

last statement was accompanied by her fingers curling around my balls

with a gentle squeeze, as she ran a single finger up and down the

underside of my cock.

"I

grabbed his wrist, and then right there in the doorway I started

fucking his hand. His mouth was on my mouth, I could feel his hard cock

pushing into my hip, and I was just gushing all over his fingers."

 I

was breathing heavily and loudly as she mimicked the motion of being

fingered by rubbing and pressing her fingers into the space just under

my balls. It was an unbelievable feeling. More precum seeped from my

tip. I was completely engrossed in Stephanie’s story.

"But

then, we heard voices, getting closer, girls' voices, and we paused,

nervously. I tried to catch my breath and wait for the voices to pass,

but they kept getting closer, and then they stopped. Right outside the

door. Mr. Ridley and I froze as we heard the voices starting to fumble

with the door handle. We had to think fast, so I reluctantly pulled his

fingers out of my cunt, and pushed him backward into the bathroom just

as the door to the room began to open.

"We

both stayed extremely quiet as the voices tumbled into the hotel room. I

could tell one voice was my roommate for the weekend, but I didn't

recognize the other girl's. They were giggly, they were flirty, and then

everything got quiet. Ridley and I both strained our ears trying to

hear what was going on, and then, faintly, we heard the wet sound of

kissing, and soft moans.

"The

sounds got louder, and we heard heavy breathing, and then they moved

off, and we heard the squeak of the bed, and the moans returned. My hand

drifted down to Ridley's cock, and he was still rock hard. I shushed

him with my finger, and reached in with both hands, un-did his pants, "

Her hand drifted slowly back up toward my shaft.

“ pulled out his thick, meaty cock, "

Her palm pressed against my base

“ and wrapped my hand around it."

Her

fingers followed her story and slowly closed around me with a firm

squeeze. I took a long controlled breath in, doing everything in my

power to stop from cumming.

"You better not pop on me yet, Timmy, we're just getting to the good part."

I breathed heavy controlled breaths, trying desperately to focus. Her hand did me no favors as she slowly began stroking me.

"He

was so hard," she continued, "he has the BIGGEST cock I've ever seen,

big, hard, straight as an arrow, I could feel his heartbeat in my hand

through it. I stroked him slow as we listened to my roommate and the

mystery girl begin to fuck, mere feet away from us. Their moans were so

hot, you know what that's like, don't you TImmy? He was so hard, and I

was so wet and turned on, that's when I leaned into him, put my mouth

right on his ear, and whispered 'I want you inside me.'"

My

cock pulsed hard in her hand as she continued to stroke me slowly. I

saw her legs shift together a bit; I think she was as turned on as I

was. Question was, was she turned on by the memory of the story? Or by

the act we were currently engaged in? She continued, her stroking of my

dick now settling in to a consistent pace,

"I

wish I could say it was sweet and gentle, but he was like a demon in

heat, he pushed me back up against the sink, spun me around, and yanked

my shorts and panties down almost all in one motion. It was

exhilarating. My heart was pounding, I was breathing fast, and I looked

at myself in the mirror as I felt his hand grip my hip; this was it, and

it was all happening very fast. And then I felt it. He reached down and

dragged the silky head of his cock up between my cunt lips, getting it

nice and wet. I could feel it nestled between my lips, right at my

opening, and then he pushed."

My

hand snapped out, gripping Stephanie’s thigh hard at this admission. My

breathing was ragged, but I kept it under the slimmest control as she

continued stroking and telling her story.

"He

wasn't rough, but he pushed with a purpose, and I slapped a hand over

my mouth as I felt his entire huge cock drive into me on the first long

thrust. Even though I was a virgin, I was so wet that I took the whole

thing on the first try."

I

let out a whimper as her hand kept traveling up and down my cock,

spurred on by her hot story. It was getting harder and harder to control

myself.

"It

was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I hardly had any time to

get used to the feeling, as I felt Ridley's other hand grasp on to me,

and he started thrusting. In and out. Right there, bent over the hotel

sink, doing my best to keep quiet, I was losing my virginity. But I

wasn't making love, I wasn't even having sex; this was my first time

having a cock inside me, and I was being fucked. And I was loving it.”

I

was so conflicted. Ridley was a known hound, and just generally kind of

a shit head, so my stomach was full of pangs of jealousy that he got

this treatment from Stephanie, that he got to be the first cock to push

inside her, but at the same time the visions of Stephanie getting fucked

from behind, a big lusty smile on her face, sent my hard cock into the

stratosphere. My brain was awash with gallons of conflicting chemicals,

but all I knew was that I couldn't cum. Not yet.

"He

was fucking me, Timmy, and it was so overwhelming; it was a full body

experience. I braced one arm on the mirror and tried desperately to

catch my breath, but every thrust of his cock practically knocked the

wind out of me as it shot pleasure through me.

"We

fucked intensely, but quietly, and we could still hear the moans of my

roomate and her date for the night through the walls of the bathroom.

The moans grew louder, and Ridley fucked me harder to match. Then the

moans turned to cries; one of them was cumming. It was so hot; my cunt

was gripping Ridley's cock tight while he pounded me from behind, and

just beyond the wall, there was an intense orgasm taking place."

Her hand started pumping at a quicker, more deliberate pace. I was struggling to maintain composure.

"It

was a total sensory overload. I was so close, TImmy," she whispered as

she stroked me, "I could feel it building inside me; every hot,

animalistic thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer."

Up and down, up and down, Stephanie’s hand squeezed and slid, milking me. I gripped hard on her leg. She moaned.

"But

then all of a sudden my cunt was empty, and I looked up at Ridley in

the mirror just in time to see him grip his big swollen cock with his

hand, gasp deeply, and stroke his hot cum all over my back."

I

groaned again as I felt my balls start to churn and coil. I couldn't

take much more of this. My breath was quick and ragged, the head of my

cock bulbous and straining.

"I

felt the first shot hit my shoulder blade through my shirt, and then

the rest streaked across the cheek of my ass and down over my hips. He

had pulled his cock out of my wet cunt and painted me with his, hot,

semen, And that was that,"

 She

whispered right into my ear, her deliberate pauses between words

accenting the dirtiness of the act. The strain was unbearable. I was

about to pop. I was going to;then suddenly releasing my cock from her

grip completely. The sensations vanished, and my cock just throbbed in

the wind, desperately looking for that hand to put it over the edge and

bring it relief, but there was none to be found.

I almost screamed.

"We

both caught our breaths, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, we snuck out

while my roommate was busy fucking, and that was the last time we ever

hooked up."

We

sat there in silence for a moment as I caught my breath. "That, that

was quite a story," I said, still reeling from the sensations. Stephanie

just leaned her head on her hand and admired her frustrating handiwork.

"It

sure was," she said with a smile, "And you made it all the way to the

end." Her finger traced a languid line up and down my thigh. "I think

you deserve a reward."

With

that, Stephanie slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth, drawing my

attention to her lips as she bobbed back and forth like she was sucking a

dick. Withdrawing it with a wet "pop," she reached down to my

straining, painful erection, and gently placed her slicked finger

against the sensitive underside of my tip. That alone sent shivers up my

spine, but then she began to gently rub.

I

closed my eyes and moaned as her single finger began gliding over my

frenulum in small, consistent circles. It was an amazing feeling; it was

like every nerve sensor in my body was hardwired into that spot.

In

no time, I started to shake, and my breath got labored and quick. My

cock was primed and ready, and this overwhelming new sensation brought

me right back to the edge where Stephanie left me. She was touching me

in a spot no bigger than a quarter, and she was lighting my whole body

on fire.

My

hand slapped out, grasping desperately for anything to steady me, and

finding her thigh on one side, the sill of the porch on the other. "Umm,

does that feel good, Timmy?" She cooed into my ear as I held my eyes

shut tight. My whole body was throbbing.

Round and round her finger went on that spot.

"Fuck, Stephanie, fuck!" I whisper-yelled as my body was overcome with mounting pleasure.

Round and round,

"Fuck, fuck!" I repeated as my balls coiled up tight to my body, racing to the edge

Round and round,

"Stephanie, fuck, Stephanie, I'm; " was all I could get out before my words melted into a long groan.

I

felt Stephanie lean forward, and as her open mouth traveled down toward

my vibrating cock, the explosion of orgasm washed over me, and the

first geyser of cum erupted out of my head. Quickly the feeling of cool

night air and her circling, torturous finger disappeared, replaced by a

feeling warm, wet, and tight. I felt her hand slip down and press gently

on my balls, and she held me tight to her as my cock pulsed two, three,

four, torrents of semen into Stephanie’s tender mouth.

My

whole body lurched; tense, release, tense, release; my cock pulsed and

throbbed; tense, release, tense release; -my balls shuddered and

contracted; tense, release, tense, release.

Her

lips continued to roll around the head of my cock, and then with a

slight slurp, she pulled me from her mouth and sat back up and looked

right at me. The moonlight shone bright white on a thin streak that ran

from the corner of her closed mouth up over her high cheekbone, stopping

just before her lower eyelash. Stephanie had rushed to get her lips

over my cock as I had started to cum, and it seemed my first spurt

hadn't quite made it into her mouth.

As

my body started to return to normal, something suddenly stood out in my

mind. Despite Christine sucking the life out of me earlier in the day,

it felt like my balls still somehow had a gallon of cum for Stephanie.

This made it all the more noticeable that I never felt her swallow.

At

that moment, Stephanie leaned in a bit, hanging her exposed breasts so

close to the skin of my arm, and carefully opened her mouth to show me

the contents inside. A pool of thick, white semen, my semen; my cum;

surrounded the pink of her tongue. I took the moment to take in the

sight before me: My step sister's best friend, sitting with her tits

lewdly on display, with my cum spattered on her cheek and collected in

her mouth. My spent cock throbbed. It was the hottest, dirtiest thing

I'd ever seen, let alone been a part of.

Never

taking my eyes off her lips, my hand floated up to her face, and with a

single finger I wiped the streak of cum off her cheek and into her

mouth. Her eyebrow cocked in surprise, and then her lips closed tight

around my finger as she sucked it clean with a pop.

Her throat pulsed as she swallowed my load, her eyes never leaving mine.

She

relaxed down on the cushion next to me; not cuddling me, just, next to

me; and began buttoning her shirt. I could only sit in exhausted

disbelief, my shorts still around my ankles.

"Was

that Slutty enough for you?" She casually tossed at me, echoing my

cocky request from our text exchange. The emphasis on "slutty" made her

point pretty clear: I had no idea who I was dealing with. One thing I

did know, however, is that despite any leverage I may have thought I had

on her regarding my step sister finding out about us, what she said to

me in the car the previous night rang absolutely true: my cock belonged

to her.

Stephanie

started to head back into the shadows toward the door, and as I watched

her ass sashay toward the shadows, I suddenly had a thought. Something

about her story didn't sit right with me.

"Stephanie," I called out just before she disappeared into the black, "that story, was it true?"

She paused, and I saw her mind momentarily go far away before she turned back to answer me.

"Maybe,” she said with a slight, pained grin, “ maybe not."

Turning

away again, she drifted into the shadows. I heard the creak of the

porch door, and I was then suddenly alone in the cold light of the moon.

 Chapter 12: Tim learns the truth about Stephanie’s first time

At

school that week I had a lot on my mind. Not anything scholarly, mind

you, as graduation was at the end of the week, so the amount of care and

attention spent on classes was minimal at best. No, my mind was

occupied with thoughts of Stephanie. Specifically thoughts of her tits,

her mouth, the single finger she used to make me cum, her semen-streaked

face as she showed me her mouthful right before swallowing. We had come

a long way from even a few weeks ago when she was just my step sister's

hot best friend who would tease me from time to time.

And

that's not even to mention Christine. Up until yesterday she was just

my friend from church; the pastor's daughter who would commiserate with

me over her love life, over her struggle between her desire to stay

godly and pure, and her desire to give in to the pleasures of the flesh.

That is, up until yesterday, when she humped herself to orgasm against

my leg before sucking my soul out through my cock. I wasn't sure where

she and I stood, but I think she wanted it to happen again.

And

then there was Tara. I had no clue what was going on there. We had had a

tense conversation where we each admitted everything that happened on

prom night, yet there was still so much left unsaid; It was that chasm

of things unsaid that kept us apart. She had lost her virginity to Bud

Pepper, I had had my world royally rocked by Stephanie’s mouth, and we

were both jealous and stubborn for reasons we were too afraid to admit.

She was my best friend and I hurt her. I missed her desperately.

But

my mind kept coming back to Stephanie. Specifically the story she told

me last night as she cranked my dick toward an epic orgasm. She had told

me the story of how she lost her virginity to the gym teacher, Mr.

Ridley, while at a volleyball tournament, and it was epically hot, and

dirty, and taboo, and, possibly a lie? It had been a tale straight out

of Penthouse Forum, and while I didn't doubt that a girl as hot and

lusty as Stephanie could have had such an experience, there was a

certain tenor to the way she told it. A certain sadness.

I

had become intimately familiar with Stephanie, with her orgasm, with

her arousal, and despite the fact that I had tasted her cunt, and cum in

her mouth, there was still a distance between us. She was aloof.

Protective. Possibly afraid to admit she liked what we were doing.

Possibly afraid to admit she liked, me.

She

had been the one in control; my cock belonged to her, after all; but I

wondered if that wasn't all just a defense mechanism. Which is why her

story, at least the way she told it, had a certain falseness to it. A

certain sense of fantasy. Maybe the only way she could tell me what she

really wanted, what really turned her on, was to do it while she was

still being dominant.

Like I said, a lot on my mind.

A

slight distraction came in the form of being a "volunteer" to help set

up for graduation on the field behind the school. I say volunteer that

way because it wasn't so much a request as much as a command. It was

fine, though, one of the other volunteer's was Sarah, the girl who lived

next door. The girl I had a crush on for as long as I could remember.

The girl I saw get properly fucked through her bedroom window. It was a

testament to everything that had been going on with my life lately that

even after all those things, Sarah was actually toward the bottom of my

list of girls I was thinking about.

Even

so, she was great to hang out with, and after leaving my stuff in Ms.

Dorman's room, Sarah and I paired off quickly and went to work on our

tasks.

It

was also beneficial because Sarah had a certain intimate connection to

Stephanie, and might be able to help me make sense of what was going on

with her.

After

finishing our allotment of chairs, she and I took a break on the

bleachers. We chatted about nothing, really. I wasn't sure how to steer

things in the direction I wanted, but luckily I didn't have to.

"So,

how are things with Stephanie?" she asked, knocking back a bottle of

water. I admired her pale thighs extending out from the seat of pink

short shorts, as well as the swell of her large breasts that pushed up

as she arched into the last drops in the bottle.

"I

have no idea," I said, snapping out of my gawk. It was the truth. "She

keeps me at arm's length constantly, and she's clearly terrified of my

step sister finding out anything happened between us, it's just really

confusing."

"So,"

she began as a slight smile crept over Sarah's face. I think she

thought my love troubles were kind of cute. "Have you, I'm assuming you

guys have hooked up?" Her voice had an upward lilt that told me she was

sorry for prying.

"Yeah,"

I offered back, not sure of how much information she really wanted. If

it were Tara, she'd want every detail down to the last drop of semen,

but this was not Tara. "We haven't slept together, but, yeah." I

qualified.

"More

than once?" She offered back again, fairly quickly. I nodded in the

affirmative. "Well all I can tell you is, Stephanie generally isn't a

repeat offender, so if she's coming back for more, well then I think

maybe she likes you, Tim."

Normally

this kind of revelation would be liberating, but honestly it wasn't

that much of a relief. It made the whole thing that much more fragile.

"From

what I understand she got hurt pretty bad once, so she has a tendency

to pull away sometimes," she said, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I

didn't realize you guys were so close," I said. Sarah didn't know it,

but I knew full well how close she and Stephanie had been. Very close.

Mouth-to-genitals close.

"Girls tell each other things, what can I say," she nervously chuckled.

"Did she ever tell you,” I began, pausing to debate finishing my question, “ how she lost her virginity?"

Sarah's

eyebrows shot up. "Well now, aren't we nosey?" she teased, but then

evened out when she saw that I was serious. "Yeah, she told me, a couple

times."

"A couple times?"

"Yeah,

the story is different every time she tells it. It's kinda fun,

actually. I have no idea what the true version is. Why do you ask?"

"No

reason," I lied, badly. My mind started to wander at this revelation.

Sarah picked up on it and managed to snap me right back to attention.

"I actually lost mine right over there!" She said, pointing to a section under the bleachers that was obscured by a big banner.

"Oh yeah?" I said, my ears, and cock, perking up.

"Yeah,

with Andy Fiorentino after a football game." My mind immediately

conjured up an image of Sarah, bracing against the legs of the

bleachers, getting fucked from behind. I would never have guessed that

this girl; top ten in the class with honors, AP classes; got down as

lustily as she did. I wasn't jealous like I had been with Tara, with

Sarah I was just impressed. "It was awful."

The image evaporated. "Oh?"

"Yeah.

Andy lives right across the street over there. Turns out I wasn't the

first girl he brought over to the bleachers late at night." She curled

her lip into a disgusted sneer. "No big loss though, I just feel bad for

all the other girls he's disappointed down there."

We

laughed together. I loved that Sarah was as confident in her sex life

as she was in her studies. She knew what she wanted, knew what she

liked. I found it very sexy.

Unfortunately

break time was over, and we had to wrap up our duties before heading

home for the evening. Sarah and I said our goodbyes, and right as I was

about to leave, I forgot I left my stuff in Ms. Dorman's room. Sarah

offered to wait, but I decided I wanted to walk anyway, and she sped

off.

I needed the time to try and process some stuff.

Ms.

Dorman had a room nestled in the farthest corner of the school, one

that took a while to get to no matter where you started from. The walk

through the halls gave me some time to think.

Everything

Sarah said made perfect sense. Stephanie and I were in a real strange

position: She was my step sister's best friend, a girl I knew

practically all my life, and on top of that she was leaving for college

in the fall. Not exactly fertile ground for a healthy relationship.

Yet

still she kept coming back. Maybe that's why she was acting so extreme

with me, never wanting to give up any power; maybe she truly did like

me, but also knew that we could never be anything more than we were. My

mind whirled as I closed in on the door to Ms. Dorman's room.

Suddenly

the sound of a loud grunt snapped me out of my daydream; I stopped

right where I was. My ears strained in the silence of the empty school.

Another grunt, followed quickly by another. Female grunts. Grunts of passion.

Tiptoeing

to the door, looking around frantically to see if there was anyone else

nearby, I pressed my ear to the door, being careful not to be seen

through the door's thin window.

Two sets of grunts now; male and female; accenting ragged, sparring breaths.

It

couldn't be, Ms. Dorman, could it? She was so cute and unassuming; the

way she had to push up her thick-rimmed glasses after she giggled always

made me smile. She had looked especially cute today, with a floor

length dress underneath a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled

up. It hugged her curves just enough to remind us all she was a woman,

but not so much as to be scandalous. She had nice, wide hips that flared

off a modest waist, but her breasts were a bit of a mystery. My horny,

teenage brain assumed they were fantastic, but her attire always made it

hard to tell.

But

it had to be someone else in there, right? Ms. Dorman would never be so

bold as to do something like that on school property. She was recently

engaged, but she was such a stickler for the rules that there's no way

she'd do something like fuck her fiance on school grounds.

I had to know.

As

carefully as possible, I inched my way toward the thin window in the

classroom door. I first saw the chalkboard; nothing suspicious going on

there; but as I continued to bring the room into view I began to see

signs of activity. Faint shadows dancing rhythmically against the wall;

stray papers careening to the ground. More grunting. More breathing.

As

the teacher's desk came into view, I found what I was looking for: her

hands gripping the sides of her desk tightly with zero concern for where

her papers ended up, Ms. Dorman was bent over the short end of her

desk. Her long skirt was bunched up high and tight to her waist,

exposing lovely legs spread wide, and she grunted deeply between breaths

as the man standing behind her, gripping her round ass, fucked her hard

and deep.

A man who was very much noT her fiance, and very much was Mr. Ridley.

That son of a bitch.

Ms.

Dorman had a look I had never seen on her face before as Ridley pounded

her hot and fast from behind. She was usually all smiles, big and

bright, and had the kind of cheeks that would flush red at even the

slightest sense of embarrassment, but right now that cute face was

scrunched up into a focused grimace of sexual pleasure.

This

was not love making, this was fuckING. Ridley pumped away with

reckless, a-rhythmic abandon, each erratic thrust shaking the desk and

knocking strand after strand of Ms. Dorman's dark hair from the messy

bun she had it stored in.

Maybe

it was my own jealousy talking, but this gasping ghoul fucking Ms.

Dorman didn't seem anything like the erotic lothario described by

Stephanie. Still, this vision of my favorite teacher, one I'd call my

friend, in the throes of carnal congress was an erotic sight

nonetheless. My cock was rigid.

She

hung her head over her desk in a sort of trance of pleasure, and I

thought about the time she accidentally said "Magna Cum Loudly" during

her lecture. How she grew red like a tomato with a mortified smile as

the class laughed, and hung her head over her desk, laughing at herself.

Back then she tipped her head up to the sky in embarrassment, but now

she tossed her head back and groaned a strained chorus of "yes, yes," as

the gym teacher penetrated her from behind.

Ridley's

breath suddenly started to get faster and more ragged, his thrusts

harder, more erratic. He let out a long, high pitched groan, and grasped

tightly to the shoulder of Ms. Dorman's shirt as he started to cum. He

pulled his hand back, but grasped only shirt, and popped open the top

handful of snaps, revealing to me a smooth, jiggling breast encased in a

black bra. It was bigger than I thought it'd be.

I

couldn't take my eyes off her as Ridley shuddered and shook, emptying

his balls into her. She gasped and breathed heavily along with him, but

she didn't exactly seem satisfied. Didn't exactly seem happy.

As

Ridley peeled himself off of her, something else stood out to me as

well: his cock. Wrapped in the spent condom was not the huge,

straight-as-an-arrow cock that Stephanie described, but one with a

distinct curve to it that actually seemed to be smaller than my own.

Stephanie’s picture of Mr. Ridley the lover once again seemed to be

inaccurate. I now had no idea what was true about her story of lost

virginity, but I knew that some parts of it had clearly been fabricated.

I smiled a bit as I considered the possibility that maybe she hadn't

slept with Ridley at all.

Stephanie

might not have fucked Ridley, but Ms. Dorman definitely had, and he

gave her ass a playful swat as he began to clean up. She didn't smile.

As they put themselves back together, Ridley had a very self satisfied

look to him, while Ms. Dorman, she seemed to be more ambivalent. Leaning

in as she finished shimmying her long skirt down her legs, Ridley gave

her a kiss on the forehead (the forehead!). She smiled at him, but it

wasn't that bright beacon of a smile I knew, it was a much more forced

smile, and then Ridley reached down for his bag and headed toward the

door.

I scrambled away, hiding out of sight and watched Ridley head off down the hall with a whistle.

Edging

my way back toward the doorway to Ms. Dorman's classroom, I paused, not

knowing what to do next. Did I wait till she left? Did I just come back

to get my stuff tomorrow and sneak out quietly?

It turned out I wouldn't have to make that decision.

"Just come in, Tim," I heard Ms. Dorman say. Busted.

I

timidly moved through the doorway, stopping just inside. Ms. Dorman was

sitting on the edge of her desk, the desk she had just been fucked on,

arms crossed, but not in an angry way. It was casual, but she definitely

had a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn't sure who it was

meant for, though.

"I forgot my bag,” I offered limply. She sighed, and gently rubbed her temple with her fingers.

"How much did you see?"

I

didn't want to lie to her, but I didn't want to embarrass her, so all I

could muster up was a short "Enough." She sighed again, and hung her

head. She wasn't embarrassed, she was, sad. There was clearly something

wrong here. I moved in closer, joining her on the edge of the desk.

"Is

everything ok?" I offered. Even though she was a teacher ten years my

senior, she was still my friend, and she was clearly in pain.

"I,”

she started before pausing. Debating whether to open this door. “

Richie and I haven't had sex in almost a year," she finally continued.

Richie was her fiance, a guy I had met once at a school event; he seemed

nice enough at the time. "We're both so tied up with our jobs; he's

hardly ever home, and I'm always knee deep in papers and grades, and

when we are home, we're more like roommates. We don't talk much, don't

spend much time together."

The

realities of adult relationships were becoming clear to me, now.

Settling down seemed to be a lot more literal than I had imagined,

something that my hormone-addled brain could hardly comprehend given the

sensory overload I had been experiencing lately.

"And Dennis, Mr. Ridley, he just wouldn't leave me alone," she continued, "and I guess I just liked the attention."

"How long's it been going on?" I inquired.

"A

couple months, once every couple weeks," she admitted sheepishly, "I'm

not even sure why, to tell you the truth; the sex isn't very good." We

both nervously chuckled.

I

pictured her again, bent over the desk, getting fucked from behind, and

I felt bad. All this sweet woman wanted was someone to love her, to

touch her, and here she was settling for a small taste of intimacy while

Ridley dumped his nuts inside her. I bet he never even made her cum.

"I

don't know why I'm telling you all this," she sighed, "you're a

student, it's very inappropriate." While she wasn't wrong, all I could

do was chuckle given the circumstances.

"I

think we're well past inappropriate here, Ms. Dorman," I jabbed, and we

both laughed. That bright-yet-embarrassed smile of hers returned.

"Yeah,”

she said in a drawn out expression of embarrassed agreement. "You

probably think I'm awful, don't you?" She began biting her thumbnail

anxiously.

"No,

not at all!" I quickly responded. It was true; as much as I thought

Ridley was a gross hound-dog, I didn't blame Ms. Dorman for feeling

alone. "Everybody wants to be wanted, everybody deserves to be wanted."

We paused for a moment in silence before I continued. "I think you might

be avoiding some tough decisions," I said, playing armchair therapist,

"and lashing out, cheating on Richie, might be the only way you're

willing to process them right now."

"Yeah,”

she let out quietly, her thoughts drifting away. "I think Richie and I

are not putting our relationship first, and we've just grown apart." She

could sugar coat it all she wanted, but I knew exactly what she really

meant: Ms. Dorman, the conservative, mousey school teacher, liked to

fuck. She liked to fuck, and she wasn't getting fucked at home, so she

started looking elsewhere. It made perfect sense to me. She wanted to

fuck. She wanted to cum.

"Thanks, Tim," she said with a smile, putting her hand on mine, "you're wise beyond your years."

"Any time, Ms. Dorman," I said, greeting her smile with one of my own.

"Please, your time is up at this place - from now on, call me Julia."

I

thought a lot about those final words as I walked home. "From now on,"

she said. Classes were over, I was going to graduate. Was she leaving

the door open for us to see each other again outside of school?

The

thought definitely crossed my mind later that night as I stroked my

hard cock in bed. I replayed those images of Ms. Dorman; of Julia;

lolling her head back and forth, grunting and rippling as she got

pounded from behind. But this time it was me sliding my cock into her

wet cunt. It was me, not Ridley, and I was doing it right. Her sizable

tits jiggling and shaking with each thrust, she'd shudder, shake, and

cry out as she began to spasm in orgasm around my cock. That gorgeous,

euphoric smile of hers would be beaming, and she'd cry out "Yes" as I

gave her exactly what she wanted. And with a final thrust and groan I'd

give her my load; hot, thick, and deep.

But

at that moment, I didn't cum. I worked my cock to its full hardness,

but as I played this fantasy across my mind I suddenly stopped. I

reached for my phone.

I

pulled up Stephanie’s number, and I stared at the empty text message

box. I thought about what Stephanie had said, about how maybe Stephanie

liked me. I thought about her story, her fantasy, about how maybe she

was trying to tell me something. Mostly I thought about her mouth and

her tongue, the jiggle of her perfect breasts, her silky, wet, cunt. My

brain was flooded with hormones as my cock stood like a proud beacon,

and I decided to press my luck.

"You up?" I finally texted to her. After a short, agonizing wait, I saw those three bubbles pop up.

"Maybe,” she responded, followed shortly by "why?"

"I want to see you" I texted back, letting my desire get the better of me. I followed up with "I want to talk."

There was a pause. I waited.

Finally, the bubbles.

"Sure,"

she responded. I was about to suggest we meet out on the back porch

again, when she followed up with a response I was not ready for: "come

on up. My parents aren't home."

This

was unprecedented. She told me herself that she never brought anyone

over after she got walked in on one time by her parents. This could mean

one of two things: either she didn't even consider me a real sexual

partner, despite all we had experienced together, or, or maybe she liked

me enough to take the chance.

"Ok,"

I responded. Cock still hard, I forced it back into my pants, and

quietly made my way through the house to head up to Stephanie’s unit. As

I moved silently past Alexa’s room, the reality of the situation hit

me: I was sneaking past my step sister's room to go upstairs and meet

her best friend for something clandestine and possibly erotic. The irony

was not lost on me.

I

floated up the stairs and stood at her front door. Not risking the

sound of even a faint knock giving me away to anyone else in the

building, I texted her to let her know I arrived.

I

waited. It's funny, I had been in Stephanie’s house many times; shit,

my cock had been in Stephanie’s mouth, she had swallowed my cum, my

fingers and tongue had been inside her cunt, she had orgasmed on my

mouth, and yet standing outside that door I was nervous. The last time I

had been alone with Stephanie in that house it had not gone well, and

even though these were different circumstances, it still felt like a big

deal.

I

heard the click of the lock. The door opened. There she was, glorious

legs covered by loose-fitting pajama pants, a tight spaghetti strap tank

top on top. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was done

up in her usual messy bun, she was clearly in relax mode, except,

lipstick. She was wearing lipstick. Was it left over from whatever

activities she got up to earlier in the evening? Or was it just for me?

"Hey.

Come on in" she said, and turned and padded down the hall. Her ass

swayed delightfully under her pajama pants. I followed, expecting to

head into the living room, the same living room I had seen her mother,

Sandy, in a threeway amateur porn shoot with her husband and the guy who

my step mom was currently dating, but Stephanie took a left turn. A

turn towards her bedroom. I followed.

"Sorry

it's such a mess," she said, welcoming me into her room, which was

strewn with boxes and clothes, "I'm trying to get things in order for

college." This was strange to me, as school obviously starts in the

fall, and this was the tail end of May.

"What? Why so early?" I inquired.

"I,”

she started, pausing for a moment, “ I'm doing a summer semester to

catch up on credits so I can graduate on time." She looked at me with

slight sadness behind her eyes. "I leave in three weeks."

"That's,

oh, wow, that's, soon." I said meekly. My stomach sank. I knew this day

would come, but I didn't realize it would be so soon. I was

legitimately saddened to hear it. My relationship with Stephanie was

fucked up at best, but I liked her. I liked spending time with her. I

was going to miss her.

"Yeah,"

she answered, in an equally meek tone. A silence hung between us for a

moment, accented by the soft pop music coming from her computer

speakers. "So," she said finally, moving over to sit on the edge of her

bed, "what did you want to talk about?"

I

joined her on the edge of the bed, and watched as she started

mindlessly folding clothes. "Well," I began, "I saw something pretty

wild after school today, and I needed to tell someone about it."

A soft smirk flashed across her face "hmmph, and Tara was already asleep?" The invocation of Tara's name was unexpected.

"No, she and I,” I thought back to everything that had gone on between Tara and I. "we're not really talking at the moment."

"That's too bad," she said, mid fold, never raising her eyes to mine, "you guys are good together."

This gave me pause. Stephanie had never been so generous with her assessment of Tara. At times she almost seemed, jealous.

To be continued in Part 7

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.

Tara continues the story of how she consoles Bud in the locker room

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The

visual in my head was legendary, but the vision in front of me was

electric. Tara's nipples poked hard through the fabric of her top, and

her legs were shifting together, squeezing, rubbing. I knew the signs -

she was wildly turned on. She wasn’t finished telling me of her secret

tryst with Bud. I let her continue.

"This

was it, and all I could think to say was 'yes.' I said it over and

over. 'Yes, yes, yes.' I was chanting it. Summoning it. And then he

started to push.

"He

was slow, gentle, but he started to push, and I felt the head of his

cock slip into me. I gasped, but I continued my chant - 'yes, yes' - and

he continued to push. My hymen was long gone, but I was still tight,

and his dick was still huge, so when I felt his length start to push

into me, I just couldn't help it - I let out a loud, sudden groan.

"He

stopped out of concern, but didn't have the words - I could tell the

feeling was as overwhelming for him as it was for me. I just nodded,

said I was ok, and assured him it was ok to continue. The feeling was so

intense. His cock was the biggest thing I had ever had in my cunt, but I

was so wet; I needed more. I wrapped my legs tight around him, pulled

him tight, and we both moaned loudly as I drew the full length of his

cock into me.

"We

were overcome with sensation, and all we could do was stay still and

breathe. I had never felt so full in my life. My cunt was like a

waterfall around him, and I could feel him twitching. We held each other

close, and I started to get used to having him inside me, and then he

started to pull out.

"I

shut my eyes and my mouth just hung open; I didn't have any sound; as

he withdrew the length of his dick, and then he thrusted. Stars exploded

behind my eyes. I didn't cum, but it was a feeling so new and so

exciting; pure pleasure, pure experience. It was only a handful of

inches, but it felt like miles as he thrust in and out of me.

"Then,

after only a few thrusts, I felt Bud pull me tight and his breath

started to get ragged, and I knew what was happening, and I urged him

on. I wanted him to know it was ok. I said 'yes, do it. Cum inside me.'

He groaned loudly, cried out almost, and I hugged him close to me. I

felt his dick get even harder - so hard inside me - and then, I could

feel his cock twitching and pumping. The wetness between my legs

increased and for the first time in my life a man filled my cunt with

his cum.

"It

was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was all so exhilarating,

and all either of us could do at that moment was just breathe as we came

down from an unbelievable high."

Tara's

confession left me speechless. I sat dead still, gripping the arms of

the lazy boy chair tightly. There was sweat running down my back, my

pulse was racing, my cock was rock hard, and I was, angry? Jealous? My

stomach felt like it was in my feet. I had no right to be jealous, but I

was.

After a long, thoughtful pause, Tara continued. "And

then we just held each other, and got pretty emotional. Bud was just so

relieved that he could be himself with someone finally, that he didn't

have to hide. He apologized for how he had treated me, and I knew he

meant it.

"But me, I didn't know what to feel, Tim. It was an amazing, intimate experience, and I didn't regret a second of it,” her eyes drifted up to mine now. “ but I also couldn't help but wish it had been with, someone else."

I gulped hard as her stare cut through me like a warm knife.

"But

then I started to think maybe I was making too big a deal of it; that

maybe sex is just sex, and I should enjoy it. I didn't know what to

think. I still don't. But if you and I are going to ever get anywhere

close to normal again, I felt you needed to know."

There

was a long, pronounced silence. The room was hot. I was just as

confused as she was. I was jealous. I wanted her. I had left her for

someone else. I didn't know what to say.

"That

explains why you guys have been so chummy for the past week," I finally

eeked out. "Have you,” I started, dreading the rest of the question to

come, “ done it again since?"

"No; but;"

My breath stopped still at that "but."

"He's coming over tonight."

Tara

and I weren't dating. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I had no valid

reason to feel the way I did, but still, there was a cold pit where my

stomach once had been, and my fingers were going numb. Why had she told

me this? Was it to rub it in? Was it to,

"What

if,” I thought back to what she had said to me as we danced at the

prom, and the words just fell out of my mouth. “ What if you asked him

not to?"

Tara's smokey, sexy eyes were locked onto mine, her thick, dark eyeliner accenting them.

"Is that what you want?" She

said. Energy passed between us. It was energy being sent from her to

me. It was something I'd never felt from her. It was almost longing.

Almost begging.

It

was now my turn to explain myself, in the effort to answer Tara’s

begging question; "The next day, after the prom, Stephanie told me to

pick her up from work. When I got there she pushed me down to my knees

and made me eat her out in the stock room. I honestly thought that was

the end of it." Tara's legs shifted again. "And then after the party at

The Spot that night she made me drive her home, and jerked me off in the

car. But all this week I've had nothing but you on my mind. I think

it's safe to say I have no idea what I want."

Tara's

gaze left mine, and the silence returned. We sat there, taking it all

in, each trying to process the stupid, messy emotions bubbling in our

minds, spurred on by the hot, teenage hormones in our veins.

Somehow

I found the strength to get up out of the chair. "I better get going," I

said weakly. Tara didn't follow me out. I hadn’t; I couldn’t, give her a

solid answer to her question. I didn’t know what I wanted, yet.

I

sat in my car, but I didn't drive away. I tried to organize my

thoughts, but had no such luck. I felt a pressure behind my eyes, and a

lump in my throat, and then hot tears crested out over my eyelids and

down my face.

I

sat there for a while, trying in vain to fight the emotions. Then two

headlights turned the corner onto the street, a car came to a stop in

front of Tara's house, and the engine was powered down. Out stepped Bud

Pepper.

He

walked to the door, and rang the bell. As he waited for an answer my

heart prayed that maybe Tara would never come to the door, but of course

she did. She greeted him with a smile, and I hoped my last hope that

maybe, just maybe, she would turn him away.

She didn't. Bud entered, the door closed, and the porch light turned off.

Chapter 9: Christine opens up to Tim in more ways than one.

Saturday morning brought conflicting, painful thoughts.

I lay in bed, well past the moment of waking up, my mind racing with lewd, heartbreaking images, and desperate "what if?"s.

I

thought about what I had left last night - If I had just had a better

handle on my own feelings, I could have stopped it, but instead my mind

was full of images of Tara passionately running her mouth up and down

Bud Pepper's big cock before taking him deep inside her body. Images of

him on top of her, between her legs, thrusting hard into her, a look of

ecstasy on her face. Of her riding him, grinding on him, eyes closed in

pleasure, his hands on her perfect tits. Squeezing them. And then that

moment. That beautiful, erotic, intimate moment when he pushes his full

length deep into her, his balls tighten, he groans an animalistic groan,

and gives her all of his hot joy.

It was the thought of him cumming in her that irked me the most, and I wasn't even sure why.

Then

I thought about what could have been if I had said something different.

Maybe it would be me she held tight to her body, having that

connection. Maybe it would have been my sperm cradled deep inside her as

our passions cooled down. Or maybe we would have just talked through

the night, and worked our way through the confusing realities of being

two, 18 year old friends who were horny for each other but just couldn't

say it.

Maybe.

The

rest of the day was a confusing blur. My run brought me no relief, and

neither did the hot shower afterward. I couldn't even jerk off to clear

my head, as I was too scattered to manage an erection, even with those

lewd images in my head.

The day slipped by quickly, and then it was time for me to pick up Stephanie from work.

I

needed answers. I was angry, angry about what had happened last week,

what happened at the prom, angry about how it had gotten me all mixed up

and ruined my relationship with Tara, so when I texted her I had

arrived, and she once again texted "come inside," I responded with a

curt "no."

After a short while, Stephanie responded with a simple "ok," and came out to the car a few moments later.

We

drove in silence, but Stephanie spent the whole ride watching me. I

could feel her eyes on me, but I never met them. I felt the frustration

of the situation coiling up behind my eyes, but she just sat there, cool

as a cucumber.

I

rolled into a park in the same darkened area by our building that I had

parked the last time. She didn't move, and I didn't move. She just

watched me. She knew I had something on my mind, and was going to stay

still until I said my peace.

Finally the silence got too much, and I cracked.

"Stephanie, what the fuck is going on?" I blurted out.

"What do you mean?" she offered back, dipped in hot sarcasm.

"What's

going on? What do you want from me? After what happened at the prom,

and last week, I don't know what you want from me, and it's driving me

nuts." I complained, balking on the chance to mention Tara. I definitely

didn't go all the way with it.

"I thought we covered this last week?" Stephanie responded with the same, dry, flat tone, "What did you tell me you wanted?"

I thought back to last week, when she had me by the balls just before she had me by the mouth. “ More." I said weakly.

"And has that changed?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

I

racked my brain, and my feelings, and as much as I was torn up and

turned over about Tara, and annoyed at being some sort of fuck toy for

Stephanie, there was one clear truth that stil pushed it's way to the

top: "No, it hasn't."

A

smile formed on Stephanie’s lips, and she slid across the bench seat of

my car, tucking herself tight up against me. Her hand flitted across my

thigh.

"Well

then I don't see what the problem is,” she said as her hand snaked up

to my belt. "I'm going to give you more," She said as unbuckled my pants

and dropped my zipper, "in fact I'm going to give you more than you

could possibly handle, and you're going to thank me for it."

Her

hand ran over my balls, squeezing them gently, eliciting a low moan

from deep in my chest. She parted the flaps on my underwear, and with a

delicate precision, Stephanie pulled my hard cock through the hole in my

briefs, freeing it to the cool night air.

"There's

just one thing you've got to remember, Timmy," She languidly poured

into my ear. Her hand gripped my cock firmly, and slowly started to

stroke. "And that's that THis,” she emphasized, giving my cock a hard,

signifying squeeze, “ belongs to Me."

I

felt her lips at my ear, and heard the erotic squeak of her tongue

moistening them. Then, she pulled away from my ear, and with a slow,

deliberate glide, she began to lower her head toward my straining cock.

This

wasn't the quick, dispassionate handjob from the previous week, this

was something different. She was going to rock my world. I held my

breath, waiting desperately for her lips to touch my tip and complete

the circuit between us. Lower, and lower, her head dipped. Her lips were

so close - the same lips I had felt at the prom, the same lips that had

coaxed my cum out into her mouth.

Then,

with mere inches left, she stopped short, and let out a sudden,

panicked "Shit," and recoiled off me completely, like a slingshot.

Before I could even react to what was happening, she hastily shoved me

back into my pants, gathered her things, and launched out of the car.

Following

her with my eyes, frantically looking for some reason as to why she

stopped so suddenly, I quickly got my answer: Standing near the walkway

to our building, not 10 feet from my car, was Alexa, my step-sister, and

Stephanie’s best friend.

I

watched them from the car as they hugged and laughed. Stephanie had

instantly changed into a different person. Gone was the sultry domme who

had just asserted ownership over my hard cock, replaced with the

Stephanie I remembered from my youth. The Stephanie who was no more than

the teenage girl who lived upstairs.

Alexa

pointed to the car, and Stephanie just gave a dismissive eye roll. She

seemed a little frantic in her mannerisms, trying to move Alexa’s

attention elsewhere. Something was strange about it. I tucked my

deflating cock back into my pants, and decided to go investigate.

"Hey Alex!" I called out as I approached the duo standing by the front stairs. "What're you doing home?"

"No