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.