My First Time

Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3

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Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.

Based on a post by LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



Cam was all smiles when she arrived, effusive with

compliments over how gorgeous he thought she looked. That helped clear the air,
and the two fell right back into their conversation, picking up where they left
off and talking into the night until the place closed down and they were forced
to leave.

Any time in the future she thought back to that night,

Rachel could never remember what they talked about on the walk back to her
dorm, because though she listened and participated, her mind was elsewhere.
Specifically it was on throwing out all her chaste intentions for the evening
and becoming determined to get this boy's cock in her mouth. He was hot, he was
a gentleman, and everything about him turned her on.

Reaching her building's entrance, she was about to invite

him inside when he wished her goodnight. They made plans to hang out again
soon, and he headed off. Rachel headed up to her room, confounded at how
genuine he was, stripped off all her modest clothes, and fucked herself silly
trying to sate the horniness that Cam had inflicted on her.

Their next date was equally as refreshing, and this time

their evening ended with a kiss. A small taste at first, but soon the two felt
their tongues intertwine, and their bodies heave and swell against each
other's. Yet still, that's where the date would end, but before he left, they
made plans once again. Plans for dinner; at Cam's.

This time there was no modesty to hide behind in the way she

dressed. She wanted this boy and she wanted him bad. She made sure her best
assets were on display, a lovely dress with a deep cut neckline that her ripe,
full breasts were practically bursting out of. On her way to his place she was
even a little nervous. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, but
that wasn't it. It was something about him, he wasn't just another hook up, he
was different.

Cam welcomed her at the door with his bright, perfect smile,

and she almost jumped him the second she heard the latch click behind her.
Somehow she held it together and made her way to the couch, where he had a
bottle of wine waiting to share. They each had a glass, falling deep into
conversation so easily, and when they were done, Rachel noticed that they had
slowly and silently inched closer and closer as they talked. They were practically
on top of each other now. Now the talking was done.

Cam brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's face, and

her whole body buzzed. She didn't want to be strong anymore but somehow she
waited, somehow she let him make the first move. He licked his lips, leaned in,
and kissed her softly. He held her close. She felt safe. She felt relaxed.
There was no rush on either of their parts, and the two just kissed, enjoying
each other's lips, listening to their soft coos and breaths that accentuated
the gentle music playing in the background.

Rachel had never been kissed like this. Kissing was always

just a precursor to what came next, but not here. Not with Cam. She could have
stayed there forever in his lips, but still she put up no refute when she felt
his hands start to spread over her body. Down her arms, across her hips, and
then, then; she felt the sweet comfort of his strong hands on her breasts. Cam
squeezed them gently, kneading them delicately through her dress. His hands
felt incredible, but she needed more than a tease, and so it was Rachel who,
through the electric sensations of his lips on hers, reached up and pulled down
her top, exposing her fat, milky breast to him.

They groaned into each other's mouth when the skin of his

hand touched the skin of her breast. He squeezed harder this time, with more
purpose, and Rachel arched her back into him deeper. His finger danced around
her diamond-hard nipple before gently tweaking it, then he squeezed again.
Rachel lolled her head back in ecstasy, and Cam took the opportunity to kiss
his way down her pale neck, over the flat of her chest. Rachel felt her breath
involuntarily hold as he lifted her heavy tit, waiting in anticipation for his
lips to taste her nipple. She felt the wetness of his tongue around the tip,
then the full, soft suction of his mouth, and she almost screamed.

Sensations coursed through her as he sucked on her nipple,

and then the feel of cool air. Then his lips on hers once again. He kissed her,
deeply and sensually, gently petting and caressing her breast as he did so.
Then the kissing stopped. Rachel opened her eyes dreamily and looked up at the
gorgeous man she was coupled with. He was waiting for something, waiting for
her, and so slowly, still lost in the sensation of his hand on her smooth,
milky flesh, Rachel gripped at the length of her dress, pulling it upward as
her thick, creamy thighs gently butterflied open.

Rachel smiled at him. He smiled back. Gravity took control

of her breast, and Cam's hand slid down her torso. Her eyes shut as she felt
his fingers dancing around her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what
they both wanted. When she was unable to take any more teasing he cupped his
full, strong hand over her entire wet mound and just held it there. Rachel
gasped. She clung to him as his hand pulsed slowly into her labia, the
anticipation of receiving his fingers driving her wild. He pecked sweetly at
her neck as he got a feel for her most intimate area. Then, the pressure
released, and she felt only a single finger begin to glide, almost
imperceptibly, over her soaked panties.

She had been here before, had men touch her before, but

something wholly new occurred at that moment. He did something no one else had
ever done, not even Tim: he asked her what she wanted.

"I want you to show me what you like," he

whispered, practically staring into her soul, "I want you to show me how
to please you."

Rachel absolutely melted. She pulled him close, kissing him

deeply, the heat of passion practically overwhelming her. "Touch me. Please,"
she hissed. She felt the band of her panties stretch, felt his firm fingers
pass through the ginger tuft of pubic hair. It felt like her entire being had
opened up completely as the first finger of Cam's hand slipped easily inside
her tight body.

Rachel obeyed his request, steering him in the right

direction as he worked first one finger, then two inside of her steaming core.
She was riding waves of pleasure, wondering if it could ever get better, when
Cam slid down her body, and she felt his face press between her legs. His lips
and tongue joined his fingers, and created a symphony of intense sensation.

Rachel felt the electricity building inside her, he was

playing her body like a fine tuned instrument. Then something happened. She
started to feel it. Her whole body was buzzing, her pussy was on fire. There
was only one place to go, and she was almost there, He was getting her there.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she started to

chant as the feeling kept rising, the rhythmic thrusting of his thick fingers
driving her to the edge while his tongue wrote poems on the tip of her clit.
She had wanted this for so long, something other than dalliances with Tim,
something real, something explicit, something climactic, and now, finally,
after so many years, it was coming. She was cumming.

Cam held on for dear life and Rachel cried out in deep

rapture as her body spasmed and shook with a deep orgasm. Finally, Finally, her
body seemed to cry, racing white hot pleasure through her as she wriggled
against her lover's face. It only lasted moments, but Rachel felt like it would
never end. Cam rocked her back to earth, holding and stroking her as she came
down from an unbelievable high.

When her breath finally calmed, Rachel took stock of what

had just happened. For the first time in her life, a man other than Tim had
made her cum. She was giddy with excitement, and no less ravenous for the man
in question. Staring at him in awe for a moment, that big bright smile of his
warming her with its light, her hand drifted down between his legs. He was
hard. Extremely. Now it was her turn.

She sat upright, and immediately pulled the top of her dress

down completely, bearing both of her huge, heaving breasts to Cam. She lurched
toward him, and Cam met her, getting completely lost in the overwhelming flesh
of her bosom. He squeezed and kissed, groped and sucked, and while he enjoyed
himself, Rachel's hand worked open his pants and freed his painfully hard cock
to the night. She sighed. She loved it already. It wasn't the biggest she'd
ever had, but it didn't matter. It was perfect.

Rachel cooed and encouraged Cam's working of her tits as she

began to explore his rigid length with her hand. She stroked generously, but
this was only a warm up for what her true intentions were. When she couldn't
stand the need any longer, when her mouth was watering with desire, she
disengaged, slid down his body until she was on her knees on the floor between
his legs. She smiled at him, she could have returned the favor and asked him
what he liked, but she knew she didn't need to. Taking one last moment to
appreciate the specimen before her, to feel the weight of his balls in her
hand, Rachel licked her lips and leaned in, taking Cam's hard, thick cock into
her mouth.

He felt so good between her lips, so hard, yet so soft. So

alive. She penetrated her mouth with his length with pure joy, covering every
inch of him with perfect pleasure. She wanted to give this man everything he
deserved, everything she denied from so many others. Pushing forward she felt
him pass the back of her tongue, and smirked in glee as a deep groan from him
signaled his entry into her throat.

She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go, and she moaned

in delight when she felt his pubic hair push into her nose. She worked him in
and out in long, deep strokes, practically using her whole body to suck this
boy's cock. It didn't take long before she started to see the signs, the
staggered breath, the stiffening body, and it was then that she decided she
wanted to do something for him that she had (almost) never done for anyone
before.

"God Rachel," he hissed, "I'm; gonna

cum!"

She slipped him out of her throat at the last moment,

holding his head in her mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft firmly and with
purpose, and her other hand kneaded his boiling balls. It was only a moment
before she felt the fat head of his cock flare, and then twitch strongly
against her as he began to fill her mouth with pulse after pulse of hot semen.

"Huh; oh my gawd," he wailed, cumming in Rachel's

mouth. She never stopped, working him through the peak of his orgasm, then
slowly caressing him as he came down. Once his spasming subsided, Rachel
carefully slipped his swollen cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.
Opening her mouth she tilted back so he could see the result of her handiwork,
a pool of thick white coated her tongue. She wanted him to see it, to see His
cum in Her mouth.

She closed her mouth, and with a twinkle in her eye,

swallowed down the entire load.

"Damn, girl!" Cam said with a laugh. She started

to laugh too, the wildness of what just happened catching up with her. Cam
reached for her, the two of them sharing the laughter, and pulled her lips to
his, kissing her deep. Kissing her. After he had just cum in her mouth. She
didn't know why, but she found that incredibly sexy.

They held each other on the couch, basking in their newfound

intimacy, just relaxing into each other's arms. As the night rolled on, Rachel
had a horrible thought, that what just happened was only a fluke, so when they
moved to Cam's bed, she made sure to try it again. This time both fully nude,
able to feel everything.

It was no fluke.

Rachel giggled with glee after Cam gave her another orgasm.

This was real. This was special. Drifting off to sleep after swallowing her
second load of Cam's cum, Rachel was excited for the future. Excited for what
their relationship might bring, and excited to do all manner of depraved things
with Cam, all just short of full penetrative sex. If things went well though,
she thought, hopefully that day would come.

Rachel and Cam stayed together all through the remainder of

college, and then some, and Rachel was sure there were wedding bells in her
future. Unfortunately though, as all good things must, eventually it had to
end. Cam was being deployed, and they both decided the strain would be too
much. And so at twenty four, Rachel found herself single for the first time in
years, unmarried, and depressed. She was still a virgin though, she had never
had the experience of totally sharing her body with Cam, a man she believed she
loved, because they hadn't married. And that was good. Right?

For the next year, Rachel found herself swinging between

self-imposed celibacy, and unsatisfying hook ups. That's why she found herself
on her knees in the back of a minivan, sucking the cock of a guy she used to
hook up with in high school. A guy who was now divorced, with two kids. She had
hoped his time being married would have improved his skills, but after a not
entirely unpleasant round of fingering and cunt licking, she tapped out,
unfulfilled, and returned the favor, the way she always had.

"Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" she said, to an

intoxicated grunt of agreement, then moments later popped his straining flesh
out of her mouth to finish the job with her hand. She'd wipe his drizzle from
her hands, they'd part ways with a promise to be in touch soon, and Rachel
would end the night (this time in her own apartment) doing for herself what the
guy she was with could not.

Masturbating always made her kind of melancholy though, as

sure enough her thoughts would drift to Cam, and to all the things they had
done together; all the ways they had made each other feel good. It was a
vicious circle though, as this melancholy is what drove her to rekindle past
hookups in an attempt to get Cam out of her mind, only to find herself thinking
of him when she returned home unsatisfied, to finish herself off.

Of all the guys she had reconnected with, she ultimately

knew what she was going to get (or not get, for that matter), yet it never
stopped her from reaching out to them. All, that is, but one.

"Hey." The words sat silently in a void on her

computer screen. She didn't know what to expect, or whether to expect anything
at all, but nonetheless she put them out there. And waited.

This was stupid, she thought. It was a mistake. It had been

years since they had talked. He probably had his own life now and didn't have
time for a stroll down memory lane that wreaked of desperation and,

"Hey!" The tension in her body alleviated slightly

as the words popped up. "Long time no talk! How've you been?" The
tone was jovial and pleasant, as though he was actually excited to hear from
her. She started to breathe again, and soon the two fell into a pleasant
reminiscence. It was nice to talk to him again. It was nice to talk to Tim.

"I'm sorry I just sort of disappeared back then,"

she said after a moment of reflection. He was a good guy, and a good friend, as
much as she tried to believe what they had was purely physical. "I kind of
got; caught up with life, I guess."

"No, it's totally cool," he wrote back, "It

happens to all of us." There was a pause, and then a question she hadn't
been asked in a long time. "Truth or dare?"

A tingle ran through Rachel's body. She knew where that

question could lead when coming from Tim. Wasn't that really why she messaged
him in the first place, though? Why try to deny it?

"Truth," she finally responded

"What was his name?"

"What makes you think there was a guy involved?"

"Because I know the reason we kept in touch as long as

we did, and when you disappeared, I had to assume it was for a specific
reason."

"Oh yeah?" she typed back, annoyed at his

accuracy. "And what reason is that?"

"You found someone else who could make you cum."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Tim

:P" she said, as coy as ever. She never liked admitting when he was right,
and Tim somehow was always right. She didn't even know what she was doing, or
why she reached out to him.

"Hey, what's your weekend look like? You wanna come by

my place Saturday night and we can; catch up?" Her answer to this question
was as good as an answer to his previous one. She'd be telling him a lot by how
she chose to answer. There wasn't really ever a choice though. He had made it
easy for her, and she wrote back the only word she had ever considered:

"Sure."

"And so I've been a nurse for coming up on three years

now," Rachel said, taking another sip of the very good wine Tim had
brought out.

"That is so great, Rachel, I'm so happy for you!"

She could tell by the tone of his voice he meant it. Tim wouldn't shine her on,
he wasn't that kind of guy.

She had gotten to his place at 8, and was met with a big,

enveloping hug when she entered. It was nice. His body felt nice against hers. Tim's
place was modest, but it looked great. Somewhere along the line Tim apparently
grew up, and got some great taste as well. Well, Tim always had great taste,
she chuckled to herself. She was trying to tell herself that wasn't why she had
come, but if she was already making jokes like that, even to herself, there
wasn't much pretense getting in her way.

The atmosphere was cozy and cool, and any nervousness she

had felt about rekindling whatever this was; was starting to dissipate. After a
brief tour, the two old friends made their way to the couch, where wine and
stories of what their lives had become were shared.

He looked good, she couldn't deny it. She had always found

Tim cute, but a couple years of age and maturity really did him good. She liked
to think he thought the same thing about her, she'd put on a couple pounds, but
thankfully it all went to the right places, making her tits somehow even bigger
than they had been when he'd last experienced them. She made sure to dress to
accentuate those curves as well. She knew he liked them, and she wanted to show
off what age and maturity had done for her, but not be too obvious about it.
She chose a simple, black dress with a low, but not Too low, neckline that
hugged her body delightfully. Her cleavage looked exquisite, and the knee high
boots she chose to top it all off added a nice bit of style.

At this point in the night, she wasn't nervous anymore, she

was anxious. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to touch him. She wanted
to know if his cock was as perfect as she remembered. But she would never make
the first move, and he knew that. He was making her wait. Teasing her. She was
once again annoyed at the hold he had over her, a hold that was making her
excruciatingly horny.

The night continued, and as they finished their wine, there

was a palpable shift in the air.

"How's your mom?" he asked, putting his wine glass

down to focus on her.

"She's good," she answered shortly. There wasn't

much less she wanted to think about at this moment than her mom;

"Do you still go to two churches?"

"Yes," she said, unconsciously rubbing her thighs

together. She knew the implication of his question.

Tim smiled, and shifted toward her, and lowered his voice.

"Are you still a virgin?" His hand fell gently to the creamy flesh
exposed below her dress. She didn't stop him.

His eyes were locked on hers. She felt a tingle in her body

as she answered, "Yes."

He smiled again. "But you've been busy, haven't

you?" He began stroking her leg. It felt good. He felt good.

"Yes," she whispered. Tim leaned in close. Damnit,

he even smelled good. There was now only an inch or so between them, but the
tension inside her made the distance feel cavernous. He licked his lips, and
then Rachel and Tim did something they had never done in all the time they
spent hooking up: they kissed.

And boy, what a kiss. Rachel generally didn't want the guys

she had hooked up with to kiss her, as kissing was somehow more intimate to her
than the other activities they got up to, but here, with Tim, it felt natural.
He was a great kisser, maybe she had been missing out. But she didn't need a
kiss to know how good he was with his lips and tongue.

She was just starting to relax into their make out session

when Tim gently disengaged, leaning back. He smirked at the red flush
blossoming on her alabaster chest.

"Show me," he said, shifting away from her more,

relaxing against the arm of the couch.

"Show you what?" she said, feigning ignorance. She

knew.

"Show me how busy you've been."

His glare was like a laser through her soul. She smirked.

Usually her expertise was a reward for a job well done, but he knew why she was
there, he knew she was desperate, and he was making her wait. He was making her
work for it. She should have been annoyed, but she was even more turned on.
Damn this man.

Rachel got up off the couch. She took a moment to straighten

out her dress, then languidly gilded towards Tim's position, her hips crashing
like ocean waves as she moved. She leaned forward, tits first, and straddled
the boy, making sure to grind herself deeply into his crotch. They both
groaned. She could feel him through his pants. That magnificent cock, hard for
her already. She smiled. She shimmied her shoulders, giving her cleavage an
irresistible jiggle. She felt him shift against her, his hard cock pressing
into her again. She sighed.

Her hands found his chest, feeling his muscles, then floated

up to the neckline of her dress. She teased the edge of the fabric, never
taking her eyes off Tim, then slowly, deliberately, she eased down the front of
her dress and her two spectacular breasts melted out like warm molasses.

"My goodness," Tim sighed, taking in the epic

sight, "I sure did miss these."

"Oh yeah?" A faint smile spread over Rachel's

heated face. They missed him as much as he missed them, she could safely say.
But two could play at this game. "Show me."

Tim smiled at the turning of the tables. He could have taken

them into his hands, squeezed them, but they hung so deliciously in front of
him, like the sweetest, ripest fruit, and he desperately wanted a taste. He
pulled Rachel by her thick ass, making her bolt upright on his lap, then fall
forward in surprise. She caught herself on the back of the couch with a squeal,
and Tim latched his mouth on to one of her hard, pink nipples.

A deep gasp escaped her mouth, the suction harder than she

expected, but oh so good. He sucked her tit, swirling the stiff tip around in
his mouth, each flick sending electricity deep into her body, and just when she
thought she couldn't take anymore he switched to the other nipple. Deep sucks,
fast teases, it was driving her crazy. As good as Cam was, the truth was that
no one drove her wild quite like Tim.

His hands came up as he disengaged his mouth, giving her

heavy breasts a break from gravity and his hungry mouth. He squeezed, there was
so Much to squeeze, she moaned deeply. Her hips began to gyrate on his lap. He
hadn't even taken his clothes off yet and he was already sending her on her
way. But that could wait, as much as it hurt her to think it, and she leaned
back, pulling away from his grasping hands.

She shifted down, sitting more on his knees now, and used

her hands to work his pants open, the exertion causing a hypnotic jiggle to run
through her impressive rack. She was trying not to seem too eager, too excited,
like opening a present on Christmas, and then all at once, there it was, tall,
thick, and proud, the most perfect cock she had ever had the pleasure of
experiencing. She let out a wistful sigh as she took it in after so many years,
then gently began to run her fingers up it.

It felt so good, she never imagined she'd be nostalgic for a

cock, but there she was, and soon light touches turned to grasping hands
running up and down its length as she remembered. Remembered having that hot
cock in her mouth, feeling it pitch, roll, and pulse between her lips; in her
throat. It'd be so easy, she thought, to nudge her body forward and take Tim's
perfect cock inside her. If she was going to do it, if she was going to give
in, she couldn't think of a better cock to do it with;

But no, she couldn't. She wouldn't. At least; not like that.

Finally unable to deny the urges any longer, Rachel slid

down between Tim's legs. A pearl of clear liquid beaded out of his tip, and
Rachel leaned in and licked it off. It was a sweetness she hadn't tasted in a
long time. She always liked the way his precum tasted. It always made her even
more horny when it hit her tongue. With a moan from both of them, Rachel sunk
forward and slipped his beautiful love stick into her mouth.

Rachel slurped and sucked on Tim's cock with deep, lustful

abandon. He filled her mouth so perfectly. She loved the way her jaw had to
stretch to accommodate him, loved how the slick ridges of his firm flesh
rippled against her supple lips as she worked him. And his balls, oh God, his
balls, so big, so full, all for her. She rolled them around in her hand as she
sucked him, wondering if the other girls he had been with did it like she did.
Wondered if they did it better.

Slipping him out of her mouth, she kept working him with her

hand as she took one ball, then the other, into her mouth. She hardly ever did
that with guys, she never really wanted to. But she wanted to with Tim. She
wanted to with Cam.

"Oh my God, Rachel;” Tim moaned as she worked him over.

She felt his hand on the side of her face gently urge her back up to his
straining cock. She obliged him. His hand stayed on her as she resumed her wet,
rhythmic bobbing, passively guiding her up and down his firm pole. Another
groan, and then a slight pull by his hand on her downstroke. Then another. She
knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. She wanted him to fill her up.

On the next stroke down, Rachel adjusted herself, took a

breath, and fed Tim's thick, fantastic cock past the back of her tongue and
down into her tight throat.

A loud groan escaped Tim, and his other hand joined the

first on her head, holding her gently while the slick squeeze of Rachel's
throat sent fireworks through his body. She knew he loved this, they always
did, but Rachel wanted to show off. She needed to show off. Without ever
breaking her connection, she began to pick up her pace. Tim's fingers began to
dig into her hair now, and his groans and wheezes came hard and fast. Rachel
wasn't sucking his cock anymore, she was fucking him with her throat. Tim’s
hips rocked into her in time, and Rachel took his length willingly and wantonly
over and over.

She remembered how Cam had taught her to do it, taught her

to let him use her mouth and throat like the pussy he really wanted. She wanted
him to. She needed it too.

Tim's thrusting soon got erratic, Rachel knew he was close.

Her hand slipped down below her chin and took those big, beautiful balls into
it and began to squeeze rhythmically in time with each of his thrusts.

"Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck," Tim gasped through

gritted teeth, "I'm gonna cum, Rachel. Do you want me to cum?"

"Umm hmm" she moaned, truthfully.

"You want me to cum in your mouth? You want my cum down

your throat?"

"Umm hmm"

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hands gripping

tightly into her hair, "fuck; Fuck!" With a final push, he held
himself as deep inside her as he could. Her nose pressed against his dark
pubes, and all at once she felt it. It started in his balls, shooting through
the length of his hard cock, deep into her throat. Spasms, throbs. Groans. Tim
was cumming deep down her throat. She could feel each ripple of his trembling
flesh shudder down his length and send his thick spurts directly into her
belly.

Rachel had never been so wet in her entire life.

"Jesus Christ, girl," Tim exclaimed through deep

breaths as his orgasm waned. Rachel slipped him out of her throat and held his
tip in her mouth, gently suckling his spent member, holding his shaft with both
hands, relishing the vibrations of his aftershocks pulsing through her fingers.
She knew how good she was, and generally the praise of the guys she was with
didn't do much for her, but to hear Tim say that made her feel good.

Slowly she slipped her lips up off his manhood for the final

time and smiled at him, licking any stray fluid from her lips. He was still
fairly hard, and Rachel just couldn't resist leaning forward and easing him
between her massive breasts. Normally when the guy came, that was it, but she
couldn't get enough at that moment. It wasn't much of a mystery, though, as she
was insanely horny, and desperately for Tim to return the favor.

What she wasn't ready for, was for Tim to lean in and kiss

her. Only Cam had ever done that before. Why did it turn her on so much? She
melted into the boy and his strong arms shifted their positions so Tim was now
almost cradling her body as he kissed her. His hands caressed the smooth skin
of her face and neck, before dripping over her shoulders and clavicle,
reminiscent of the back rubs he used to give her when they were kids. They
hovered there, relaxed and rocking. Her ass pushed into him with need as the
hot breath from his words washed over her neck.

"That was absolutely amazing," he practically

whispered, his hands exploring her bare skin, "did you do that for him,
too?"

"; who?;” she managed to eke out, lost in the sensation

of his hands on her skin.

"You know who," he said with a faint snort of

amusement, "the one who finally made you cum."

She shuddered as the words sank into her ears. He had her exactly

where he wanted her, she knew it. He knew the state she was in was better than
truth serum. "Yes."

"What was his name?"

"Cam," she hissed, almost desperate to not let the

information slip.

"You loved throating Cam's big cock, didn't you?"

"Yes;”

"You let him cum in your mouth, didn't you?" his

hands drifted up and traced the line of her jaw.

"Yes;”

"And you swallowed his cum, didn't you?" fingers

melted down her smooth, porcelain neck.

"Yes; ." her body was on fire.

Tim's hands slipped down to Rachel's soft, swollen breasts

with the hard, pink nipples, and lightly ran his fingertips around the
sensitive flesh. "I bet you wrapped these amazing tits around his hard
cock, too, didn't you?" He squeezed as she groaned in confirmation.
"I bet he loved it, too," he said with a chuckle, kneading her thick
globes, "he couldn't put his cock deep into that tight, virgin cunt of
yours, so I bet he fucked these amazing tits any chance he could, didn't
he?" She gasped in agreement again as his fingers dug into her deeper.
"Did he cum on them? Did he fuck them so good and then shoot his hot load
all over you?"

She nodded, arching her back into him, his hands running

over her whole body. Goddamn he was good at this.

"You let him cum on your face, didn't you?"

"; uh huh;” she groaned. It was the truth, but it

wasn't exactly the whole story. She'd admit it, but wouldn't tell Tim that it
wasn't because Cam asked, it was because She asked. One night, after a few too
many drinks, after Cam had rocked her body with an incredible orgasm, sucking
Cam's cock made her feel delightfully extra slutty, so when she felt Cam
stiffen and shudder, she looked him dead in the eye and said "cum on my
face, baby." He didn't have time to process or resist. In the blink of an
eye his cock was out of her mouth and in his hand, and thick, white ropes of
hot cum were leaping from him, lashing Rachel's open-mouthed face. It was
something she only ever let one other person do, Tim, and it was exhilarating
to cross that line with someone else. She wouldn't let him fuck her because of
arbitrary societal and religious rules, but she was happy to have his cock in
her throat, and his cum all over her face. Even she admitted that it didn't
make a lot of sense, but that's just how it was.

"And you loved it, didn't you?" Tim hissed. He was

hard again and Rachel could feel it pressing into her back. She loved that
feeling. "You loved him using your body, your tits and your mouth, and
having him cover you with his hot, sticky cum, didn't you? Just like you love it
when I do it?"

"Yes" she hissed, herself. Tim was incredible

tonight, he had her on the verge of cumming, and he hadn't even touched her
pussy yet. This boy was talented. What's more, he was right. Rachel always
thought her aversion to cum was a gross reaction to the slimy texture and
perceived uncleanness. But Tim and Cam taught her that if the person was
special enough to her, she wanted it all. Every inch, every drop, in her, on
her, whatever she could get.

"It's what you wanted, I know it," he said, his

hands spreading her thighs, "so tell me what you want right now, Rachel;
tell me what you Need."

She was practically in a trance, wriggling her overheated

body against his. What she needed was never in doubt. "Make me cum,"
she exclaimed, "Please; Please make me cum!"

"Yes, ma'am," he growled, and quickly repositioned

himself between her legs. Her body was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure. First
his fingers exploring deep inside her tight, wet, entryway, then his lips and
tongue performing a concerto on her lips and clit. Rachel writhed and moaned,
giggled and gasped as Tim steered her boat directly into the tsunami waves of
erotic pleasure. Light burst behind her eyes, it had been so long since he had
touched her, and there was still no one better. No one who could generate such
pure ecstasy in her body.

"Oh, fuck; oh my God; My God!" she howled. Her

hands flailed, looking for something, anything to hold on to. The sounds
bursting from her body resembled a charging steam train driving harder and
harder toward; .toward;”I'm cumming!"

Tim held on for dear life, expertly escorting her through a

body-shattering climax. Why was he so good at this, she thought. He was even
better at making her cum than She was. And more importantly, what was it, Why
was it, that only two people had ever managed to get her off? But as she laid
there coming down from an astronomical high, her body still trembling, she
knew, she just knew, that even if she did meet another man who could make her
cum, he wouldn't be able to do it like Tim did.

The two of them laid there, exhausted from their frantic

coupling, taking in the moment, taking in their history.

"This isn't fair, you know," she said, with mild

frustration, "I can't stand that you're the only one who can do that to
me."

"What about Cam?"

"Cam got me off;” she said, pausing to remember so many

sensations, "; but not like that. Not like you do. All I want is to find
someone for me, someone I can love, who can make love to me and make me feel
free and safe. Someone who can make me feel pleasured and satisfied. I thought
I found that in Cam, but; that's over now. And so here I am, once again, with
you."

"Don't you like me?" He said, honestly kind of

hurt by her dismissal of their couplings.

"Yeah, I like you Tim," she said with a slight

chuckle, "but I don't love you. I never have. And I know you don't love
me. We just love what we do to each other."

There was a moment of silence, as though the two were

reflecting on this mysterious, erotic link they shared. Then Tim spoke.

"Do you want to stay the night?" He burned a hole

through her with his gaze.

Rachel glanced between Tim's legs. He was hard. That cock.

That perfect fucking cock. She looked away and smirked with slight disbelief at
the arrogance on display. Then, after a moment, she got up, fixed the hem of
her skirt, and slowly sashayed her way toward Tim's bedroom, stupendous breasts
still exposed and swaying gently with each step.

Rachel padded idly around Tim's room as she waited for him

to join her. She was surprised, she had expected something more in line with
the man-children she had been seeing lately, but this was the bedroom of an
adult. When he entered, she noticed he had done himself back up, but she could
still see his hard cock pressing against his slacks. His shirt was unbuttoned
considerably, showing off a generous amount of his firm chest. This boy kept it
tight, she thought, well done, Tim.

Despite being in his bedroom, Rachel played coy. Something

was on her mind. Something was distracting her. Something she didn't want to
admit she wanted. She wandered over to Tim's bureau, taking in her reflection
in the mirror above it. Tim slipped up behind her, her eyes closing when his
hands touched her body. His lips pecked at her neck, his hands snaked around to
caress her breasts. "Tell me what you want," he whispered into her
ear, "tell me what you need."

Her breath came ragged again, and her heartbeat heavy in her

chest. There Was something she wanted. When she went there that night, she had
no intention of things going farther than usual, but that cock; that perfect
fucking cock;

"I lied to you before," she said, the words

escaping more than being said.

"When?" Tim asked between suckles at her neck

flesh.

"When you; you asked me if I let Cam fuck me;”

"So you're Not a virgin anymore?" Tim said with a

slight snort of amusement.

"I; I am," she managed to get out, "; we;

never had sex;” her heart was about to burst through her chest as the next
words formed, "; but I; I did let him fuck me;” She ground her thick
cheeks into Tim's hard cock to make sure there was no misinterpreting what she
meant.

Tim stopped his kissing and caught her gaze in the mirror.

"; you did?" a sleepy nod was her only response. "Tell me,"
he growled, full of lust, grinding back into her, "tell me Everything."

"What you said is true," she began, a deep sigh

emanating out of her, "I used my body in every way I knew how to pleasure
him. Except one. Because; good girls don't do that. I wanted to, though; so
badly; but I just couldn't." Her hands braced against the bureau, giving
her more leverage to grind herself against Tim as he pawed at her. "Then
one night, when we were together, he touched me; there;”

She felt cool air on her soft cheeks as Tim worked the skirt

upward. "And then what?"

"And I; I didn't stop him." A deep groan rang out

as her head fell forward. She felt Tim's fingers gathering juice from her
sopping wet cunt. Her hips started to slowly gyrate, almost on their own as he
touched her. She held her breath as his slick fingers slid upward, and gently
stroked the puckered bud of her asshole.

"Touched you; here?" he whispered, each delicate

stroke of his fingers sending a chill straight up her spine.

"Yes;” she hissed. Her head was in her hands now,

lolling back and forth. She felt pressure. Pressure from his lubed up finger
against her most private area. Then more pressure.

"Did he;” the rest of the question was asked by Tim's

finger pressing more, and slipping past her tight barrier, into Rachel's ass.

She let out a wild groan, followed by a guttural

affirmation. She held still and silent, the only sound her deep, swelling
breath as she got used to the feeling of his finger inside her. "And then
he; then he;” Tim finished her sentence with his hand, his finger beginning to
slide slowly in and out of her.

"Like this?" he dripped softly into her ear.

"Yes;” she gasped, "; while he; while he was;

licking my pussy." She took a moment to revel in the sensations.

"You loved it, didn't you?" Tim intoned, his

finger finding a rhythm in the tightness of her behind.

She nodded dreamily, her long red hair cascading like

dripping fire. "; I'd never cum so hard in my fucking life."

Suddenly, but gently, Tim's finger was gone. She immediately

felt the emptiness, but also took the opportunity to find some of her scattered
senses. He rubbed her back, soothing her, and then he was gone completely, but
only for a moment. She didn't even look up, she just heard him place something
on the flat top of the bureau beside her, a bottle. Then his hands were back on
her, caressing her. His hands moved once again to her ass, but his lips kissed
delicately along her spine.

"It became a regular thing," she said through a

long sigh, "I couldn't get enough of it."

"I know you couldn't," he said with a sexy

chuckle. His finger began circling the sensitive skin of her sphincter and her
hips started to gyrate again. The sensation was hypnotic. She hung her head and
let out a low moan. "And I know you couldn't stop there, could you?"
He pushed once more against her tight flesh, slipping back into her, but this
time he used two fingers. The stretch was exquisite. Overwhelming and
unexpected. But it wasn't what she needed.

"; no;” she moaned as he explored her depths.

"Tell me," he said, the jingle of his belt buckle

and zipper of his pants dancing in her ears, "tell me everything about the
night you let him do it."

She remembered every detail of that night, and she did her

best to relay them in the heightened, fragile state she was in. It was at Cam's
place. They were going to go out, but it had been raining very hard all day,
and they decided to stay in. They had grand plans for dinner, but they were
quickly scrapped in favor of falling into Cam's bed together. She loved the way
his body felt against hers when they were both naked, his smooth, dark skin
sliding along hers, his hard cock pressing desperately into her hip.

Rachel was soon on her back, and Cam between her thick

thighs. She shivered at the thought, he was taking his time with her that
night, teasing her, taking her to the brink, only to back off at the last
second. As his tongue worked her clit like he owned the patent, he dipped two
fingers into her sopping snatch, and slowly pushed them up into her ass. Rachel
howled, and almost instantly started to cum.

She was awash with conflicting feelings. She couldn't

believe how much pleasure Cam could pull out of her body, but she also felt
dirty and wrong having him inside her the way he was. But it wasn't sex; it
didn't count; not really anyway;

"After I was done, I was; on fire;” Rachel said,

grinding back against Tim hard. He was caressing her breasts and tweaking her
nipples, as she recounted the story. "And he was there, and he was so, so
hard;” Just like Tim is now, she thought. That perfect cock, pressing hot
against the cheeks of her ass. Hard. Slick. Ready. "; and I wanted him;
Needed him inside me; and it didn't count; not really;”

Tim and Rachel locked eyes in the mirror's reflection. Her

hands were braced against the wood of the bureau, and they gripped tightly as
she felt him reach down and adjust his cock. She sucked in a deep breath when
she felt the spongy tip touch the tight, tight, entryway of her ass. It was
just a touch, just light pressure. She knew what it meant, he was knocking at
the door, but she needed to let him in.

Rachel began to push back against him, and slowly,

exquisitely, the perfect cock of her high school friend from the church youth
group slid into her ass.

It was intense. Overwhelming. Incredible. Even though she

knew it was only a fraction of his full size, her body was lighting up like a
pinball machine, and what's more, she knew there was only more on the way. She
remembered that first time with Cam, how it hurt until it didn't, how it felt
like it would never fit until it did, and then the pleasure, not just the
emotional pleasure of having her man inside her, but the physical pleasure. She
never expected it, but it was unreal. Once he had found a rhythm inside her,
Cam had reached down and touched her cunt as he; as he fucked her; and Rachel felt
sensations she had never even considered.

"I'm in, Rachel," Tim whispered, "All the

way." She could feel it. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. She
felt his pubic bone against her cheeks, and a feeling of fullness that was
overwhelming.

And then he began to move.

Rachel cried out with abandon as Tim slowly began to slide

outward, then push back in, gently, but firmly. He was so big, so fucking big,
and so deep inside her. All she could do was focus on the sensations and
breathe.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered into her

ear, "is this what you need?"

"Yes," she barely managed to verbalize between

deep, gasping breaths, the corners of her hung open mouth pulled into an
ecstatic smile..

"Then say it," he growled, pushing more firmly,

"tell me what you need."

"Fuck Me," the words propelled out of her as he

pushed in deep, "Please; Fuck Me."

Rachel braced herself firmly against the wooden bureau. Each

thrust of Tim's cock deep into her body sent shockwaves through her entire
person. Her vocal chords grew a mind of their own, and a symphony of unending
moans and wails began their wanton chorus in time with his thick, sliding
length. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. Cam felt good, but this
felt Divine.

She felt so completely filled, Tim's cock felt like it was

splitting her in two, but she never wanted it to end. His hands, tight on her
wide hips, pulling her as he drove into her body, his hot breath cascading down
onto her back like the breath of a wild horse. She was simultaneously completely
submissive and completely in control, it was the same thing she liked about
giving head. But that was giving. She took to it so quickly with Cam because
for the first time she was giving and receiving pleasures at the same time.
That's what she missed so much about it. That's why she wanted to do it with
Tim.

Tim's breathing started to grow ragged and irregular. A

smirk pulled at Rachel's lips between waves of overwhelming sensation, she knew
what that meant. She shifted forward, bracing herself with a single arm while
the other dropped down between her legs. Her fingers scooped up some of the
copious fluid being produced by her cunt, and began frantically rubbing her
hard, buzzing clit.

Tim began to moan. One hand left her hips, looking for

purchase elsewhere, and in the heat of the moment briefly grabbed a fistful of
her burning red hair before settling on her shoulder. The quick hair pull,
though rejected by Tim, sent a spear of arousal through Rachel. Tim was locked
in now, bracing against her hip and shoulder, and he was driving them both to
the breaking point.

"Fuck; fuck; fuck;” he began to chant with each deep

thrust, squeezing his eyes tight, trying to hold on as long as possible.

"Uh huh;” she egged on as the spring inside her

tightened and tightened and tightened, "uh huh; uh huh;”

All at once, a lurch forward, a final groan, and a deep,

perfect final thrust sent Tim's hard cock careening into Rachel's tight canal,
where it flared, spasmed, and began to fill his friend with hot cum. It was the
final straw for Rachel as well. Not so much the feeling but the realization of
the moment. When Cam fucked her ass he always used a condom, and so unbeknownst
to Tim, he had the honor of being the first, and ultimately only, man to cum in
her ass completely unencumbered. That thought was enough to send her over the
edge, and there, leaned up against a bureau with her longtime friend's cock
deep in her ass, Rachel began to cum too.

She'd never tell him that's what did it though, as he

already had enough feathers in his cap when it came to her.

Tim leaned into her as they began to settle down, both

gasping for air after such an experience. "Wow," he said, struggling
to find the words, "just; wow." He held her tight, caressed her body.
"Are you okay?" She could feel him, still inside her, starting to
deflate. Tim. His cock. His cum. In her ass.

"Yeah," she said, catching her own gaze in the

mirror, "I'm great."

Tim and Rachel didn't love each other, and despite their

carnal connection you could barely even call them lovers, but in the quiet
moments deep into the night, after what they just shared, they slept in each
other's arms like lovers. Rachel would never have an answer if she was asked,
but deep down she knew why she and Tim worked the way they did. It was because
all they wanted to do was use each other. No future, no feelings, just pure
carnal expression. It was liberating for her, having something in her life so
freeing, so powerful, yet so disposable, and there, with Tim, she knew it had
to end.

The following morning they awoke on opposite sides of the

bed, but came together once again, in the shower. Breasts pressed against the
cold tile of the bathroom, her body still buzzing from the fingered orgasm he
had just pulled out of her. Tim held her close, his perfect cock thrusting
deliciously into her tight ass, once again. And once again she shuddered as he
spasmed and shook inside her, filling her with a thick load of passion.

They said their goodbyes, each of them having a feeling it

was for the last time. Soon after, Rachel would remove herself from Tim's life
completely, choosing to focus on her future instead of basking in her past. She
and her mom would join a new church a year or so later, and after being
introduced to the new congregation’s young youth pastor, the two would soon
begin dating; and eventually get married.

The two stayed chaste their entire courtship, and didn't

even see each other naked until their wedding night. She was still a virgin, it
was technically true, and that night she'd finally take the plunge with her new
husband. It was pleasant, and her husband was a considerate lover, but was
standard and efficient. The kind of sex she believed was appropriate for a
youth pastor to have with his wife. in the years to come, as she played the
prim and perfect housewife who had sex with her husband and bore his children,
the only times she would ever cum herself; were the nights where her mind
wandered back to all the dirty, naughty, forbidden things she used to do with
men like Cam and Tim. Back to the lengths she would go, and lengths she would
take, to keep her virginity.

Rachel eventually joined a home bible study for minister’s

wives. This providential connection reunited Rachel with Cathy McGinnis; the
mother of her high school best friend, Christina. Cathy’s husband was the
pastor of the church Rachel and Tim use to attend. One day the study was
abruptly cancelled due to a water main break at the host location. Cathy took
the opportunity to invite Rachel over for some womanly talk about being the
wife of a minister.

Cathy had perceived some dissatisfaction in the way Rachel

commented on sexual intimacy issues. Cathy shared her own revelations and
remedies for sustained passionate intimacy, starting with her own story. That
story is published in a volume entitled; “Reverend and Mrs. McGinnis.”

Rachel implemented much of Cathy’s solutions. It

revolutionized her marriage. The two women eventually published a book on
marriage and ministry, It launched a speaking tour, then years of conducting
marriage seminars.

Based on a post by LiminallySpaced, for Literotica.

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