Tim visits Christine

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

We

settled in the spacious living room, and as we made awkward small talk

on the couch it became clear that neither of us really knew how this was

going to go. This wasn't a clandestine meeting in a car or a changing

room, this was alone, full privacy, in her house.

Attempting

to break this odd, new ice, I leaned in to kiss her. It was a futile

attempt as she quickly and politely popped up and made her way to the tv

to grab the remote control.

"You

wanna put on a movie or something?" She said nervously, fidgeting with

the controls. I could tell something was wrong. Or at least unsure.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, honestly wanting to know what was irking my friend.

"Oh,

God, I knew it, I knew I was going to mess this up," she said, pacing

back and forth, finally coming to rest back on the couch, turned towards

me. "This is just, I'm just nervous."

"About what?"

"About, this."

I chuckled a bit at the thought. "Christine, it's not like we've never, "

"I

know," she said, cutting me off, "but it's, different." She took a

moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "It's just that we're

here, in my house, no interruptions, comfortable, I'm just worried that

maybe we're going to get Too comfortable, and we won't be able to stop

ourselves."

Ah, there it was.

"Is

that why you're dressed like you're going on a ski trip?" I joked. She

nodded with an embarrassed smile. "Is that what happened with Eric?" I

said, a bit more seriously.

She nodded again.

"We

were here, on this couch, together, alone, kissing, and then we were

naked." The image was vivid in my head as my cock strained against my

pants. "And I could feel him against me, and I was so, wet,” my cock

twitched again. It always twitched when this good Christian girl got

descriptive in her naughtiness. “ and we thought it was what we both

wanted, and then I felt him pushing into me, I felt him inside me," she

paused a moment as she rolled up to the true confession of the story,

"and I felt awful, because it felt so good."

I

took her hand in mine. This was a real crisis for her, and one I

definitely was not going to take lightly, despite the raging rod of

hormones in my pants.

"You

don't need to be ashamed, Christine," I said, trying to comfort her,

"it's the most natural thing in the world, but I also understand where

you're coming from. And that's why you don't have to worry about us

tonight." She looked up at me, almost teary-eyed. "We have our rules in

place for a reason, and I'm not going to let either of us break them."

She

smiled at me, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was a good kiss, but

when I felt her hand slide toward my crotch I stopped her.

"But,"

I said, pulling away from that great kiss, "I'm also not going to let

you feel ashamed of your body and for wanting to experience pleasure, so

I want to try something different tonight, ok?" Christine gave me a

suspicious look. "It won't break any of our rules, I promise. You just

need to trust me. Do you trust me?"

She took a moment to think, and then slowly nodded her head. I believed her.

"Ok

good," I said, standing up, holding out my hand, "now let's go to your

bedroom; I want you to be as comfortable as possible for this."

Reluctantly, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

Christine's

bedroom was the bedroom of a late-teenage girl who was excited about

life. There were posters, books, charms and trinkets, but it was all

very neat, all very clean. In the middle of the room was a large double

bed, impeccably made, and a comfy-looking lounge chair next to a nearby

end table.

I

thought about that bed as I led her to sit on the edge. I wanted to

share it with her. I wanted to be wrapped up in the sheets, deep inside

her, but no, that wouldn't be happening. Not tonight.

We have rules.

I

stepped up to her and leaned down to kiss her again, my hands running

up her neck and into her long hair. She moaned, and I felt her hand

begin to idly stroke the bulge in my pants. I let her do it; I wanted

her turned up to 11 for this.

We

kissed deeply, passionately, and her groping became more insistent. I

could tell her hips were squirming around beneath her. She was extremely

turned on. That's when I pulled away.

Leaving

her momentarily breathless, I walked over to the lounge chair, and sat

down. Christine smiled as she stood up, moving to join me, no doubt

anticipating that I might want a blow job, but I put my hand up,

stopping her.

"I

don't want you to be ashamed of yourself, or afraid of your body," I

said, as she looked on confused but aroused, "so we're not allowed to

touch each other tonight. That's the new rule."

"What?"

"We're only allowed to touch ourselves, ok?"

"Tim, I don't know, I've never, "

"I know, and that's the point. I want you to be selfish. To explore."

"What about you?"

"I'll be here to guide you and encourage you, while I enjoy the show. ok?"

Her eyes flicked down to the hardness in my pants. She nodded with a smirk.

I

got up, clicked off the bedroom light, leaving only the dull mood

lighting of nearby lamps to illuminate the scene. I took my seat in the

lounge chair again.

"I want you to take off your pants. And then your shirt."

Christine

nodded, and slowly began to unbutton her jeans. Her hips shimmied

deliciously as she peeled them down her long legs, revealing white,

high-cut panties clinging tight to her womanly lips and the cheeks of

her ass.

Kicking

her pants across the floor she paused momentarily, then reached down to

the hem of her sweatshirt. Crossing her arms and gripping the edge of

the garment, she raised her arms up, slowly revealing to me first the

smooth skin of her flat stomach, and then the matching white, demi cup

bra. Arms stretched up over head she pulled the sweatshirt completely

off, and tossed it on the floor with her jeans.

I

took in the sight before me, and my hand mindlessly dropped to the

straining bulge in my pants and squeezed. Christine never took her eyes

off of it.

"Please, let me touch you," she said, eyes locked on my bulge.

I just shook my head and smiled. "Now the bra, and then the panties."

Now

it was her turn to shake her head. I thought for a moment I had pushed

things too far, until she followed up with "your clothes first."

I smiled again, and stood up. There was barely three feet between us, yet the tension made it feel like we were miles away.

I

pulled off my shirt and slid down my shorts, and in a show of

solidarity, I then peeled off my underwear as well, freeing my hard,

thick cock to the night air.

"Is this ok?" I asked, before moving things forward again.

She nodded.

Then,

in a moment I will never be able to delete from my mind, Christine, the

pastor's daughter, my friend from church, reached up, unclipped her

bra, and let the cups fall away from her chest. Her small, modest

breasts created a lovely swell off the flat of her chest, and her

nipples stood out so hard that it seemed like they were reaching out to

me. What a sight. They were as beautiful as I had imagined, if not more

so. Not nearly enough to slide my cock between, but plenty still to grab

and squeeze, with nipples perfect for sucking.

But not tonight. Tonight we had rules.

Christine

wasn't done; her hands slid to the band of her panties, and drew them

down off her hips, revealing to me a perfect, tight cunt with a

perfectly groomed triangle of hair practically pointing like an arrow to

her clit. A clit I desperately wanted to lick and suck. A cunt I wanted

to feel squeeze tight around me.

But not tonight. Tonight we had rules.

My

cock bobbed in a surge of arousal as we both drank in the sights of our

nude bodies on display for each other. "Wow,” was all I could muster up

to say in the moment, eliciting a bashful smile from Christine.

"Now,"

I said, sitting back down in the chair, "I'm going to stay right here,

and I want you to go lie down in your bed. Make yourself comfortable."

After a moment, she turned to move toward the bed, and I got my first glorious view of her perfect naked ass as she climbed in.

Comfortable on her back, one knee kicked up slightly, she looked back toward me. Toward my hard cock.

I

reached down with one hand and gently and languidly began stroking

myself. Her eyes never left it. Her legs began to fidget and squeeze

with obvious arousal.

"Does it turn you on to watch me touch myself?" I said, taking in how entranced she was.

"Yes," she said almost breathlessly.

"What are you thinking about as you watch me?"

"How much I want to feel it, taste it, "

"Is it making you wet?"

She nodded in the affirmative, her legs shifting and squeezing quite a bit now.

"Prove it," I said quietly so as not to break the mood.

She was confused. "What? How?"

"Reach down with your hand. Feel with your fingers how wet you are. I want to see it on your fingers."

Hesitantly,

and still never letting her eyes leave the stroking hand on my cock,

she slipped her fingers between her legs. Her eyes finally closed and a

sigh escaped her mouth as she dipped into the wetness.

Eyes

opening ever so slightly, she retrieved her hand and held it up to me.

Sure enough her fingers glimmered in the low lamplight, and a thin

string of sticky fluid arched between them.

This girl was drenched.

"Good," I said with a smile, "now I want you to close your eyes, and touch your body all over."

"How?"

She said back. It was a strange question, but given the situation, and

her lack of self-love experience, I guess it wasn't that strange.

"Touch

yourself, like you'd want someone else to touch you. Close your eyes,

forget I'm here, and explore yourself like a lover."

She smiled as she closed her eyes. Her hard nipples rose and fell heavily now. She was in.

She

started with her face. Her fingers danced over her cheekbones, dipping

between her lips before they moved down the length of her neck.

She

dripped over her prominent collarbone, but hesitated when she reached

the flat of her chest. Her breathing got more labored as she stroked

back and forth, nervously. I knew instantly she wasn't teasing herself,

she was nervous to touch her own breasts for the purpose of pleasure,

timid about triggering those hard, pink nipples of hers. Apprehensive to

send joyous spikes through her body.

"It's ok," I said, trying to encourage her, "make yourself feel good."

Her

eyes were squeezed shut in that adorable grimace she had when she was

focusing on sex. Her hands swirled around the flat of her chest one more

time, and then bypassed her tits completely, sliding down to her

stomach, and then over her hips and thighs.

She wasn't there quite yet, but I knew that with enough motivation, there would be nowhere else she would want to go.

"What are you thinking about?" I said, stroking my own rigid arousal lazily as I watched Christine timidly feel around her body.

"I don't know," she said with a nervous smile, "what SHOULD I be thinking about?"

"Think

about things that turn you on, that get you wet, maybe something you've

done in the past, maybe something you'd like to do in the future, "

Christine exhaled lustily as an image clearly entered her mind.

"Tell me." I urged, "tell me what you're thinking about."

"I'm thinking about,” she began, fighting through her own shyness, “ I'm thinking about, "

"Yes?"

"I'm

thinking about, the first time I had, the first time I had Eric in my

mouth." Her body began to squirm more. Whether she knew it or not, she

was teasing herself pretty good by skipping over her erogenous zones.

"Had Eric's what in your mouth, Christine?" I said, trying to direct her toward the freeing path, "His cock?"

That shy smile returned and she nodded her head.

"I want to hear you say it," I urged, feeling my own member stiff in my hand.

"The

first time I had his, cock, in my mouth." I smiled, and my cock surged.

Her nipples were reaching for the sky, dying to be touched.

"Tell me about it," I continued, stroking myself with a little more purpose now.

"It

was the summer, we were in the car making out. We had touched each

other before, and I was becoming obsessed with his, with his cock, so I

pulled it out so I could touch it, so I could stroke it."

I

was starting to sweat, my cock throbbing in my hand as Christine told

me her erotic story. Her teasing was starting to tease me as well. I

needed her to touch herself; to REALLY touch herself. I needed to see

it.

"How did it feel?"

She

smiled again. "It was hard. It was, nice. I could feel his heartbeat. I

started, stroking him, and he leaned me back and pulled off my bikini

top."

Her hands started circling her breasts.

"What did he do then?"

"He

leaned me back and he, kissed my neck and,” her breathing was picking

up as she relived the hot memories “ and he squeezed my, my tits,” both

her hands finally grasped her tits and she squeezed, eliciting a

pleasureful gasp as she did. "And his fingers, he pinched my nipples."

"How did it feel?" I gasped, doing my best to keep it together.

"It felt amazing," she said with another smile

"Show me. Show me how it felt"

Her

fingers danced out to the ends of her screaming nipples and pinched.

Her mouth hung open in pleasure as a new, erotic sensation shot through

her body. She smiled.

"Then what? Then what happened?" I said, desperately wanting to know for my own pleasure as much as hers.

" I don't know what came over me, but I just, I really wanted him inside of me, but I knew we couldn't."

"Inside of you where?"

"Inside me,” I saw her hands slip over the inside of her thighs, and her legs spread open, “ in my cunt."

"What did you wish he would do?"

"I

wished he would put his, cock, inside me,” she said through panting

breaths, inching her hands closer to her dripping cunt, lips already

wide and engorged with need. “ I wished he would, he would fuck me."

"Show me,” I panted, stroking my cock hard and long as I watched her shift and wriggle, “ show me how you wanted it."

Her

breathing increased, almost like she was at the top of the first hill

of a roller coaster, and she let out a long gasp and a short moan as she

slipped her fingers between her lips and into her steaming cunt

I

moaned along with her, my cock raging in my hand, as I watched her

slide her fingers in, out, and around her wet, tender cunt. That

adorable grimmace was back as she used her fingers to search her body

for the path to orgasm, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She tweaked

her hard nipples intermittently as she dove deep. Her arms pressed her

small tits together to create delicious cleavage as she moaned and

writhed. My balls were boiling, and a short, loud moan escaped my mouth,

and all of a sudden her eyes were open, and they were fixed on me.

We

exchanged no words, only looks. Our eyes burrowed into each other, hers

on my hard, throbbing cock, mine on her wet, dripping cunt. We watched

intently as we pleasured ourselves.

"What, what happened in the car?" I Finally spoke. I needed to get her there. I needed to get US there.

"I needed his cock inside me,” she continued, never looking away, "so I leaned over, and I took him into my mouth."

"Then what?"

"He

gasped so loudly; he was so hard, Tim, he felt so good in my mouth."

She gasped again herself as she dipped her fingers deep into her

wetness. "I held his balls in my hand, and I began sucking him. Up and

down, in and out of my mouth. I was drooling all over him. I wanted it

so bad!"

I grunted and groaned as I stroked for her. I could feel it building inside me. It wasn't going to be long.

"And

then I felt his hand slide down under my ass, and he snuck inside my

bikini bottoms, and I felt just the tip of his finger push into me, I

was so wet,” A loud gasp burst from her as she began to rub her cunt and

clit faster and faster “ and I was sucking his cock, and his fingers

were inside me!"

She

was starting to lose control. Body writhing, fingers plunging into her

core, breaths coming hard and fast. I was right there with her, stroking

and straining, sweating and gasping. My balls were jumping and

squeezing.

"Fuck,

Christine, fuck,” I said as we both drove our bodies towards orgasm.

She knew what was coming, and was determined not to let it go to waste.

"I want it, Tim; I want it!" she whispered through gasping breaths.

Shocked,

surprised, and harder than iron, I catapulted myself out of my seat and

climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her. My cock bobbed inches from

her body, her eyes never leaving my stroking hand, her tongue sneaking

out to wet her dried lips.

"Did

he cum on your face?" I croaked, in a trance of self love, looking down

at the wanton angel beneath me. I wanted so badly to reach down and

touch her, to squeeze her heaving tits, but we had rules, and I had to

follow them.

"No,"

She managed to eek out, "It felt so good for both of us, it was all he

could take, and he got super hard in my mouth, and then, then, he

started filling me up,” she was on the brink now. We both were. “ and

his fingers were in me, and I could taste his cum, and I..I, "

Her

eyes wrenched shut, her body shook, and it was the last straw for me.

As Christine's cunt began to spasm and convulse around her fingers, my

cock vibrated with pleasure, and launched the first white rope up her

neck and across her face.

When

she felt the hot semen lash her, Christine gasped again and moaned

loudly as her orgasm gripped her body. She tensed and she trembled, all

while my balls christened her first self-induced orgasm with hot semen.

Her face, her neck, her cute, perky tits with the hard nipples, all

streaked with thick, white cum, each ejaculation driving her deeper and

deeper into her own climax.

We

moaned and shuddered together, Christine's hand gripping my thigh tight

as we each rode out our pleasure. When my spurts calmed to a dribble,

and her cunt stopped its creaming, we both gasped wildly at any

remaining air in the room as the earth came back into view.

Christine

looked up at me, a smokey, satisfied look on her face, and I down at

her, a vision of sex baptized in cum. Then, unexpectedly, Christine

removed her drenched, slippery fingers from her cunt, reached up and

slipped them into my mouth.

The

taste was electric. The taste of her cunt, of her cum, in my mouth,

sent shockwaves through my body. Our rules told us I wasn't allowed to

taste her cunt for real, but clearly she wanted me to, and was going to

make sure I did as much as our rules allowed.

I

sucked and licked her fingers clean. I couldn't get enough of it. The

semen-splattered church girl beneath me moaned and gasped, and my cock

started to grow hard again. It was at that moment, against my deepest

wants and needs, that I took a last, long suck of her fingers, popped

them out of my mouth, and rolled off the bed away from her.

I

knew she was still horny, and clearly my cock was ready for round two,

but I knew that if things were allowed to continue, our rules would be

completely out the window. I wanted it so bad, and I could tell by the

look on her cum-covered face Christine did too, but I knew we had to

keep it together. I told her we would, and I was a man of my word.

"Holy

shit," I said, regaining some rational thought. I looked at Christine

again, drenched in my seed, and watched as she guided a dollop of my cum

from her cheek into her mouth, and savored it before swallowing. Jesus

Christ, what a woman. "Let me get you a towel," I croaked out and made

my way toward the bathroom.

Splashing

some cold water on my face, and reveling in the glorious, spent ache of

two thoroughly emptied balls, I grabbed the biggest towel I could find

and headed back toward Christine's room.

I

paused outside as I heard the moans get louder. I peeked around the

frame, not wanting to disturb her, and watched this cum-covered beauty,

this Godly girl saving herself for marriage, finger herself to a second

orgasm, still splattered with my jizz.

Her

eyes opened as she came back to the world, small breasts heaving up and

down delightfully with each deep, full breath, and she caught me at the

door watching her.

She met my gaze, and between deep, full breaths, flashed me the largest, most beautifully satisfied smile I had ever seen.

I think I might have created a monster.

Chapter 20: Tim & Tara cross a line housesitting for Sandy and Don.

Church on Sunday was fun.

As

I rolled in, just before the service started, I saw Christine chatting

with various parishioners, smiling that beaming smile, a smile that

could light up a dark room.

I

had last seen that smile a couple days before, streaked with my cum

after I had just introduced her to the joys of masturbation, but today

she was the good Christian church girl. The Pastor's daughter. I smiled.

I was the only one in the room who knew how lusty she actually was, and

how, despite doing her best to save her virginity for marriage, she had

been routinely quenching her carnal urges by sucking my cock and

swallowing, or wearing, my cum.

It

was still tough to believe how much of an erotic buzz this girl got

from my orgasm. I think it was safe to say she had a fetish. I envied

the man who she eventually settled down with, the one who would get to

experience her completely free from inhibition. The one who would get to

be inside her.

Fuck, I wanted to be inside her. But we had rules.

Her

ensemble today was the usual mix of conflicting styles, a big sweater

on top, and a short, pleated skirt on the bottom. I felt my cock twitch.

The skirt was tasteful, but it still showed off her long legs, legs I

got to see spread wide the other night. Legs I desperately wanted to be

between. I snapped out of my daydream and saw that Christine had caught

me ogling. All she did was smile, and give her hips a quick shimmy,

discreetly flipping her skirt up to flash me just a touch more leg.

Oh boy, I could not wait for this church service to be over.

It

was a tough one to sit through, not because of any of the content, but

because I couldn't look at Christine's dad up on the pulpit without

thinking about the naughtiness I had engaged in with his daughter, at

his house, just two nights before. Casting my eyes over toward

Christine, I watched her lips move in prayer, and couldn't think about

anything other than those lips on my cock. I had a feeling they were

going to be on my cock again shortly, and the thought made me hard as a

rock.

The

service ended and I had to struggle through at least a little bit of

conversation with members of the congregation so as to not seem impolite

by booking it for the door. Besides, Brian was back in attendance with

my step mom Kelly, and I hadn't had a chance to speak to him since

they'd gotten back together. They both seemed happy, so I was happy.

I

smiled and nodded my way through some small talk when my eyes caught

Christine. She had just excused herself from a conversation when our

eyes locked, and she gave me a "let's go" head flick, followed by a

smile much too devilish for the walls of a church. My cock lurched, and

just as I was about to excuse myself, Stephanie’s mom and dad, Sandy and

Don, joined the conversation and grabbed my attention.

"Hey

Tim," Don said brightly, "got a question for you; would you mind house

sitting for us this week?" It was not what I was expecting him to say,

but I was intrigued. "Sandy and I are gonna be out of town, and

Stephanie’s away at school, so we need someone to, you know, feed the

cat, water the plants, that kind of stuff."

"Yeah,

and you're welcome to any food, or to stay over at night if you need a

place to yourself!" Sandy chimed in. Her large breasts jiggled beneath

her blouse in a hypnotic manner as she gestured with her hands. The

thought of what sort of hedonistic swingers' getaway they were headed to

crossed my mind, but was quickly replaced with the thought of how

clandestine Christine and I had been required to be, the potential of

having a whole apartment to myself, and what kind of fun we could get up

to.

I

accepted immediately. They thanked me, told me they'd leave

instructions on the table, and after a couple handshakes and a hug and a

kiss for Kelly, I was out the door headed to my car.

I wasn't surprised to see Christine waiting there for me.

No

words needed to be said. I could tell she was stifling a smile as she

casually rested her ass against the hood of my car. Her eyes were full

of excitement. Full of lust. Her tongue snaked out and rolled over her

bottom lip.

"Wanna go for a ride?" I said, not able to deny my own knowing smirk.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, no longer able to contain the big smile that beamed out from her face.

We

both slipped into the car and drove off like we did almost every

Sunday, except this time there were no milkshakes or french fries to be

found, at least not yet. This time we were looking for one thing:

privacy, so I drove directly to The Spot.

It

only took a moment after parking and shutting off the car for

Christine's lips to be on mine, and only a moment more after that for

her to straddle my hips and start grinding her clit into my hard cock.

Her skirt bunched up around her hips as her legs splayed themselves out

over mine; there was only a thin layer of fabric from her panties

preventing me from feeling her wet cunt rubbing on me.

Our

lips mashed together as she ground away on my pants-covered hardness,

and I was determined to get as much as I could out of our "neck up only"

rule. My hands were on her face, on her neck, in her hair, and with a

gentle-but-firm tug of her long, brown strands she gasped and tipped her

head back, exposing the sweet flesh of her long neck to me. I took a

moment to marvel at the sexiness of her slight submission, and then dove

in, kissing, licking, sucking, and stroking her sweet neck like I would

have her cunt. Her breathing increased, as did her moans, and I felt a

vibration shoot through her body as I loved on her neck.

When

I released her hair, she pushed me back, and dove back onto my lips

with hers, ferociously. In the heat of the moment, her tongue in my

mouth, her cunt grinding on my hard cock, I forgot myself, forgot the

rules, and my hands slid down Christine's body, grabbed both lovely

cheeks of her ass, and pulled her harder into me.

The

kiss stopped immediately, and all at once I knew I had fucked up.

Without saying a word, Christine dismounted my lap, and slumped back

against the passenger side door, both of our breaths still coming hot

and heavy. Her skirt was barely covering her darkened, blue panties, and

her hair was in shambles, one hand pushing up to swipe the locks that

had cascaded across one eye. It was sexy.

"I'm sorry," I wheezed, through labored breaths, "I shouldn't have, I know. I just got, carried away."

"It's

ok," she said, through similar respiratory labor, the smirk on her face

telling me she felt the same way. "Maybe we just need to, dial it back a

bit."

I

nodded in disappointment. I blew it, and now Christine wanted to put

the breaks on this whole experiment. It made sense, I didn't want to be

the reason she couldn't;

"But," she said, clearly registering the disappointment on my face, "that doesn't mean we can't still, enjoy each other, "

I

hadn't registered it at first, as I was too taken by the lust returning

to her eyes, but one of Christine's hands had made their way down

between her legs, and was slowly rubbing her cunt through her drenched

panties.

"No,

I don't think so at all," I practically whispered, my own hand

beginning to rub the hard arousal screaming to be let out of my own

pants.

Christine's legs butterflied open as she moaned in approval, giving me a direct view of the hand rubbing over her wet panties.

I

continued rubbing myself through my pants as I watched the pastor's

daughter pleasure herself. Deep smokey moans would jump out of her

throat, and her eyes would close momentarily, but they'd always open

back up and look directly at the bulge between my legs.

"Take

it out," she said through a sexy rasp, "I want to see it, please." Not

being one to want to disappoint a horny girl in need, I began to

unbutton my pants, but as I opened my fly I stopped.

"You

first," I said, eyes locked onto hers. It wasn't just a powerplay, it

was a request born of horny desperation. The panties were nice, but I

wanted to see that cunt again. I wanted to watch her slip her fingers in

and out between her slick, swollen lips. I wanted to see her touch her

throbbing clit. I wanted to see her spasm when she cums.

That

devilish smile returned to her wanton face, and with a quick lift of

the hips and a shimmy and a stretch, those wet, blue panties slid down

her legs and over her shoes. She dropped them daintily on my dashboard.

There was something highly erotic to me about that.

She

sat there, knees clamped shut, hesitating only a moment, before slowly

opening her thighs to my gaze once again, this time presenting me with a

heavenly sight: the flushed, juicy lips of her wet cunt, already spread

wide with intense need and arousal. It was perfect. It looked

delicious.

Christine's

hands slipped over her thighs, rubbing the insides, but never touching

her sweet center. She was making me wait for it. I still had my side of

the bargain to uphold.

Never

taking my eyes off her glorious temple, I quickly pushed my pants and

underwear down and my thick, hard cock sprang free. Christine moaned a

satisfied moan, and her hand slipped back between her sopping lips.

"You

are gifted, Tim, I'll tell you," she said in a sexy rasp as she began

to run circles around her clit. Her eyes never left my swollen member.

"Gifted with what?" I said, teasing her, beginning to slowly stroke myself for her. I wanted to hear her say it.

She

smiled as she saw through my ruse, dipping her fingers into her tight

cunt. I think it turned her on, because she started to rub her clit more

quickly, and her breath began to get shorter.

"Gifted,

with a beautiful, thick,” she gasped again between words as she

pleasured herself, a quick jolt of joy no doubt coursing through her as

she considered her next word “ cock."

I

felt my cock flare in my hands as she said the word. Even after all

we'd done together, hearing this church girl use dirty words was still a

turn on.

So I decided to keep pushing.

"What do you like about it?

"It

feels, so good in my hands,” she said after a long exhale, fingers

disappearing into her love canal faster and more deliberately, “ in my

mouth, it turns me on so much when, when I feel it twitch on my tongue, "

"Do you like sucking it?" I said, now getting just as breathless as she was.

"Yesss,”

she hissed, her smooth thighs beginning to twitter as pleasure struck

through her like an electric current, “ I love it, "

"I want to hear you say it," I grunted, transfixed on her lips, on her tongue, wishing they were on me.

"I

love, sucking your cock,” she hissed again, both of us stroking and

teasing ourselves toward ultimate pleasure. Hearing these words come

from her sweet mouth was making me sweat, the spring of joy winding

tighter and tighter inside me.

"What else?" I croaked, wanting her to say the next bit of her own free will.

"I love, when your big balls tighten up, in my hand, and your cock gets so, so hard, "

She was getting closer, but not quite there yet.

"What else?"

"I love, when your hand, grips my hair tight, and you start to lose control, "

Fuck,

my balls were starting to tremble, but I needed to hear her say it. I

needed to hear those filthy words drip from her godly mouth.

"What else?" My hand was a blur on my cock, sticky precum trickling down the head and over my fingers.

"I love, "

She was reaching the edge.

"I love, "

She was starting to tremble.

"I

love, your Cum." Her legs began to quiver. "I love it, in my mouth, I

love it, oh, fuck,” Her eyes squeezed shut in that adorable grimace of

pleasure “ I love it on my, on my Face, "

I was right there with her, sweating, trembling, teetering on the edge.

"You

like it when I cum for you? You like it when I cum on your face?" I

blurted out like a cheesy pornstar, but I was driven by nothing but

hormones and lust at that moment.

"Yes, fuck, yes, I love it!" She was buzzing, her breath nothing but deep, speedy gasps.

"Fuck, Christine; do you want it? Do you want my cum right now?" I yelped as I felt my self control snapping.

"Yes, give it to me; please, I need your cum!"

Somehow,

credit it to the superhuman agility people seem to get when their

bodies are buzzing on the edge of orgasm, I managed to launch myself up

and over towards Christine, and in some sort of cosmically-coordinated

fuck ballet, she slid herself down almost entirely horizontal on the big

bench seat of my car, leaving me just enough room to straddle her

chest.

Then,

somehow timing it perfectly, brow scrunched up in that adorable furrow,

she hung her mouth open, gasping for air, gasping for me, and began to

spasm in an intense orgasm just as my balls wrenched up and began to

volley my hot, pent up semen onto her lips, cheek, chin, and into her

open mouth.

I

don't know if it was the long howl I let out as my cock pulsed, or the

feeling of my sperm splashing onto her smooth skin, but all of a sudden

her orgasm seemed to gain intensity, and her body spasmed into an upward

arch, and she threw her head back and moaned.

This exposed the tender flesh of her long, lovely neck to me, which I roped white with the last strong shots of my orgasm.

I

worked out the last few spasms of my cock over her, dripping white onto

the neckline of her sweater, as Christine's breath came back, her body

relaxed, and she deflated against the seat and door of my car. I looked

down at the cum-streaked angel beneath me, her eyes still closed as the

tide of orgasm began to recede, and watched her tongue snake out between

deep breaths to lap at the thick streaks of cum that rested around her

mouth.

I

lurched backward and slumped myself against the driver's side door and

took in the sight before me: the legs of my favorite church girl spread

wild, her well-pleasured cunt on full display, a creamy river of girl

cum snaking out from between her swollen lips to stain her skirt. I so

wanted to dive between them and lap it up. It was so sexy. She was so

sexy. Why is repression so fucking hot??

Finally her eyes opened, and she began to chuckle. I chuckled with her.

"Oh my," she said through cum-slick lips, "do you have something I could, "

"Nope," I laughed.

"Oh my, "

Laughing

harder, I pulled off my shirt and handed it to her like a gentleman. A

gentleman who just cracked a huge nut over her face and neck.

We

laughed through our clean up, and laughed even harder on the drive

home, wondering if the drive through attendant who gave us our

milkshakes noticed the big, wet stain on the shirt I was once again

wearing.

Pulling

down the secluded street to the side of her house, Christine slid close

to me before getting out. She leaned in, gave me a quick, but loving

kiss, and said "Thanks for making this so much fun, Tim." We each

smiled, and then I took her face in my hands and pulled her in for a

longer, more passionate kiss.

I

felt her hand snake over my thigh and land on my cock, giving it a nice

firm squeeze through my pants. In response, I snaked my hand up into

her hair, and squeezed a fistful tight at her scalp. I felt her moan

into my mouth.

She

pulled away from our kiss, and flashed me that devilish look; the one

that would make any church-going man burst into flames. I felt her hand

start to fiddle with my belt, and then, without a word, Christine

dropped her head back into my lap, where she took my hardening cock back

between her lips, and worked another load of cum out of me with her

mouth.

She

blew me a kiss as she bounced out of the car, and though no one would

be any the wiser to what we had spent the afternoon doing were they to

look at her smiling face, I knew. And the small, dark splotches of semen

splatter on the neck of her sweater were visual reminders to me as she

trotted away.

God, I could not wait to have that whole apartment to ourselves.

The

next day, as I made myself comfortable in Sandy and Don's apartment for

the first time, I filled Christine in on details of the potential of

our week-long love shack over the phone. She was just as excited as I

was, and we planned on the following day, Tuesday, for her to come over

and "hang out."

Our

conversation continued getting flirtier and sexier, stoked on by the

anticipation of tomorrow night, and was starting to devolve into phone

sex. This was a first for at least me, but my phone sex virginity was to

remain intact, for right as I freed my hard cock from my pants while

Christine whispered about how wet she was getting, she suddenly put a

stop to things.

"Wait,"

she said, through noticeably labored breaths, "let's save it for

tomorrow." I reluctantly agreed, and left my cock to bob unsatisfied in

the night air. "I mean it, Tim," she said in that smokey, sexy voice of

hers, "save it, for tomorrow."

My cock throbbed, but I agreed. No touching, no cumming. Not till tomorrow. God, this girl was something else.

The

rest of that first night was quiet. It was a quiet house with just the

cat to keep me company. I wandered into Stephanie’s room, and took in

the emptiness of it. Stephanie was gone, we were over, but still I

wanted to be in the room. That room was very important to my young

sexual awakening, and I missed her.

I fell asleep on Stephanie’s bed, and dreamed of her lips.

The

next morning I fed the cat, did my other jobs, and then went off to a

very uneventful day at work. I got my jobs done, but my mind was

definitely on many other things. I still thought of Stephanie, what she

might be doing at school, if she was fucking anyone there, whether she

ever thought about me.

More

immediately, though, my mind was on Christine, and I was propelled

through the boring day by visions of the evening to come. I couldn't

believe what she and I had been doing lately, and more specifically I

couldn't believe that in her mind the juicy, lewd ways we were enjoying

each others' orgasms were somehow the most virtuous and respectable way

to handle her carnal urges. Don't get me wrong, I was having the time of

my life, but it was still wild to me how much of a number religion

could do on someone's rationality. Sucking my cock and begging me to

cover her face in cum was somehow more virtuous than if she let me put

my dick in her cunt? Sure, whatever. I was not asking questions, I was

just along for the ride.

Even

so, after all we had shared, I didn't exactly have the urge to date

Christine. I don't think she had the urge with me either. We both knew

what was going on, that we'd be parting ways as soon as the summer was

over, and I think we both just enjoyed using each other for pleasure

while we could. I think.

I

was happy to follow whatever rules she wanted, it even made things

hotter in a way, but despite not wanting to date her, I'd be lying if I

said I didn't want to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her very badly. I

thought about her classmates at her Christian college, meeting the

presumably chaste daughter of a pastor, having no idea the respectable

girl in front of them secretly loved to have her face painted with cum.

The thought made my cock twitch.

Christine

was awesome, and even though I didn't want to date her right now, who

knows what would happen in the future; who knows where the two of us

might end up.

I was excited, and floated through the day with a hopefully un-noticeable half hard on, but then my phone buzzed.

It

was Christine. She wouldn't be coming over that night, and in fact

wouldn't be able to come over any night for the rest of the week. She

had to go out of town with her parents to see family, and wouldn't be

back until the end of the weekend.

My boner deflated.

Sitting

in my car after work, taking a long, tired breath, I once again saw

Gina waiting by herself outside the store. She had popped open the

buttons of our work-standard polo shirt, and the light cast down in just

the right way to emphasize her plump breasts. I wonder who the lucky

person was she was waiting for. Not wanting to creep on her too much, I

drove off, visions of those melons dancing in my head.

Back

at the apartment I hopped in the shower to freshen myself up. My balls

were full, and I had been looking forward to Christine draining them

tonight, but I guessed I'd be on my own afterall.

I

checked my email, expecting, maybe hoping, to see a new message from

Kerri, but there was nothing. I wondered if I had pushed it too far with

my last response; maybe I scared her off.

Maybe that was for the best.

I

settled in on the couch, prepared to take erotic matters into my own

hands. I hadn't brought many clothes with me, and hadn't exactly

expected to be entertaining that night afterall, which is why I was so

surprised and unprepared when I heard a knock at the door.

I approached slowly, in only a t-shirt and my underwear, and let out an unsure “ hello?"

"Pizza!"

I heard someone shout back at me. I hadn't ordered any pizza, but I

knew the identity of the delivery person as soon as I heard the voice.

I opened the door, and was greeted by Tara's smiling face. She was, in fact, holding a pizza, and some booze to go with it.

"Surprised?" she beamed. I nodded.

"How did you know I was here?" I said, inviting her in

"I swung by looking for you and caught your step mom Kelly on her way out; she said you were up here housesitting, so, "

"On her way out?" I said, with a cocked eyebrow. It was late for Kelly to be going out on a Tuesday.

"Yeah, I don't know where she was going, but she looked damn hot! I had no idea your step mom was such a fox!"

"Gross, Tara." I said, rolling my eyes.

Kelly

looked "damn hot"? I don't think I've ever seen her dressed to look

"damn hot," and the imagery didn't really jive in my mind.

"Anyway,

I figured you could use some company, so I grabbed a pizza on my way

out from work and headed over." She dropped the pizza and the booze on

the kitchen table, and began to wander, giving herself a tour of the

apartment. "Nice place," she said, mozying into the living room, "lot of

space. Looks a lot like your place too."

"Yeah, I mean it is stacked directly on top of ours, so, "

"Which would make this,” she said as she wandered toward Stephanie’s room.

"Yeah," I said quickly, trying in vain to change the subject. I winced as she waltzed into the bedroom.

"Interesting,”

she said with a droll tone. Slowly she floated through Stephanie’s

room, looking around at all its contents and decorations.

Then, without warning, she jumped onto Stephanie’s bed, and spread herself out.

"Tara,

what are you; " I tried to question, but was cut off by the sounds

coming from Tara's mouth. Sounds, not words, because, laying there in

Stephanie’s bed, Tara started a chorus of orgasmic moans.

"Ooooh,

yes!" she cooed, getting louder, "I'm trying to figure out how loud the

moans would have to be for you to hear them through the floor; ooooh,

god!" She knew I hated this, and with a wry smile, began writhing around

on the bed. Even in her unflattering pizza shop uniform I'd be lying if

I said it wasn't kinda hot. But that wasn't the point.

"Ok,

come on, that's enough," I said, walking toward the bed, but her hand

shot up, grabbed my wrist, and used my momentum to yank me onto the bed

with her. Laughing, we began a playful tumble and wrestle as her

exaggerated moans of "oh, yes!" and "oh, fuck me!" continued. I couldn't

contain my laughter at the display.

Rolling

onto my back, Tara gained the upper hand, straddled me, and began using

my unconfined laughter as a motivator. She sent her ludicrous display

into overdrive as she began bucking and humping her body on mine. Arms

flailing, running her hands through her hair like a cheap porno, It was a

hilarious parody of sex, but it was the finale that gave me pause.

Reaching

down and grasping at my shirt, the climax to Tara's "climax" took a

very surprising, familiar tone as her wild moans turned into the perfect

recreation of Stephanie’s adorable, sexy, short-short-long orgasmic

cry.

I

gasped, and my hands instinctively went to Tara's hips, as I had a

flashback to the last time I heard that beautiful sound in this room;

the last time Stephanie and I had made love; where I felt her sweet,

spasming cunt milk my cock for all it was worth.

My

cock twitched forcefully at the image. I suddenly got very self

conscious. I was still only wearing my underwear, and Tara's ass was

resting firmly against me. She had to have felt it. Some part of me

hoped she did, but most of me just started to blush.

"Ok, ok, enough," I said, tossing her playfully off me, onto the bed. I sat up, trying to discreetly cool down.

"Hey,

I'm sorry she's gone," Tara then said sincerely as we sat together on

the bed, "it sucks, I know. Trust me. But hopefully you can keep moving

forward and enjoy the summer, and then in the fall you can bang a whole

bunch of sluts once you get to college!" She squeezed my thigh playfully

and we both laughed.

"Thanks, Tara," I said, hugging her, "you're the best."

"Yeah,

I am, and don't you forget it!" She stood up, straightened herself out,

and looked down at herself, realizing she was still in her work

clothes. " I know this is kinda weird to ask, but do you think I could

take a shower? I smell like pizza."

"You

Look like pizza," I teased, earning me a smirk and a middle finger for

my troubles. "Yeah, I don't see why not. I've got some tasks I have to

do anyway, we can eat when you get out."

Tara

bounced out of the room, and I took a moment to take in the room around

me. It's true, I did miss Stephanie, but I was also looking forward to

the future. Maybe I'd be back in this bedroom someday, but if not, I'd

always have the memories, and for now that was enough.

I

went through my list of tasks as I heard the shower running, but I just

could not find the cat. Even putting its food out didn't bring him

running, but I figured I'd give it some time before I went looking.

There were new people in the house and I didn't blame him for being

elusive.

I

turned on the TV and set things out for dinner as Tara strolled back

into the living room, all shiny and clean. I did a double take when she

came into view, not because she was wearing a big t-shirt and gym shorts

she clearly got out of Stephanie’s room, but because that seemed to be

ALL she was wearing. Tara was a bit thicker than Stephanie, and the

shorts were very short, so they hugged her curves lovingly. I tried not

to stare, but with each movement the jiggle beneath her shirt told me

that those perfect breasts of hers were hanging bra-free, a statement

accented by the shadows cast from her hard nipples.

"God, I feel so much better now!" She said as she joined me on the couch. "So; what's new, Miller?!"

We

cracked into the drinks Tara brought as we began to catch up, but never

quite made it to the pizza. We each complained about work, and there

was lots of laughing and cringing, but when I asked how things were

going with Sarah, Tara became uncharacteristically evasive. She assured

me things were fine, and brushed the questions off, but I could tell

something was off. I just wasn't sure what.

"And

what about you?" she said, moving the focus off herself, "have you just

been locking yourself away writing love letters, pining over your lost

princess Stephanie?" There was a dismissive sarcasm painting her words.

"Actually,

no," I said, followed by a long pause. I hadn't told anyone about what I

had been doing with Christine, but, I think I was about to.

"Ooooh,

a secret hottie at work got your eye?" she said with a smirk, taking a

pull from her drink and shifting herself a little closer to me.

"No, not that, it's, a girl from church."

"The one with the tits?" Tara said excitedly.

"No, she's actually,” here we go, “ the pastor's daughter."

"Oooh,

how scandalous, Miller!" She laughed, "what've you two been getting up

to, holding hands in the park and catching glances over cookies at the

bake sale?"

"Well,”

I began, and then, I told Tara everything. From prom night, to the

blowjob in my car, to the rules we put in place, to Christine's hot

desire for my cum on her face, all the way up through our hot jerk off

session from a couple days ago. Tara listened in shocked disbelief and

rapt attention. I knew her well enough to know that this story was

probably turning her on a little bit, and I don't know if it was the

booze or the moment, but that turned me on a little bit too. I shifted

my legs in an attempt to hide the slight erection I was growing as I

spoke.

"In

fact, if she hadn't been pulled away by a family thing this week,

there's a good chance you would have walked in on us tonight when you

showed up unannounced!" I concluded.

Tara sat in wide-eyed silence for a moment, and took a long swig of her drink.

"Wow, Miller," she said, adjusting herself, "that is, holy shit that is hot."

"Yeah, it's been an experience," I said, hardly believing it myself.

There

was a thick silence in the air. Two friends, both buzzed and aroused,

neither one of us really knowing what to say, or do, next.

A loud thump and crash coming from the master bedroom thankfully snapped the tension of the awkward silence.

"What

was that?" Tara said. I got to my feet and made my way toward the

master bedroom, Tara following right behind (emphasis on behind, the

chicken!) me. Peeking into the bedroom, there was a plastic bin that had

fallen to the ground and popped open. It seemed to be full of CDs,

which were now strewn about the floor.

"Did

it just, fall over?" Tara said, but before I could answer, a dark shape

darted over the bed and knocked over a lamp as it flew out the bedroom

door!

We

both jumped and yelped at the sudden scare, Tara grabbing onto my arm,

but I instantly knew what had happened. "Ah, it's the goddamn cat!"

"What an asshole, that thing scared the shit out of me!" Tara laughed, releasing her grip on my arm.

We both chuckled, and started picking up the mess the cat had made.

I was straightening out the lamp by the bedside table when I heard a low "oh, wow," come from Tara behind me.

"What's up?" I inquired

"These aren't CDs," she said, holding a couple up to show me, "they're DVDs. Homemade DVDs."

"So?" I said, not following.

"Cabo, Hawaii, Hawaii 2,” Tara began to list, “ I think these are home movies."

"So it's from their vacation, what's the big deal? Probably just full of photos."

"Linda, Denise, Chris, John," she listed again before ending her list with an exclamation point: "BRIAN."

We

didn't need to say anything further. We both instantly knew what these

dvds were. Thanks to me, Tara was well aware of the sexual adventures

Sandy and Don liked to go on, and clearly, clearly we had just found the

evidence.

These

were personal, private recordings of very personal and private events.

We needed to put them back the way they were, and never mention that we

had ever found;

"Wanna watch one?" Tara said with a wry smile.

"I don't know,” I said timidly

"Miller," she said, giving me a look that expressly told me she didn't' buy my hesitation.

I paused for as long as I could, and then blurted out " not the Brian one."

A

big, evil smile broke out on Tara's gorgeous face. She knew me too

well. She knew I was an unrelenting perv. It takes one to know one,

after all.

We

hustled back to the living room, and Tara popped one of the discs in

the player. She turned back toward me with a smile, and I could see her

hard nipples poking through her t-shirt once again.

She

plopped down right next to me, and with a giddy energy to her she

pressed play on the remote. She had picked the disk labeled "JohN," and

began clicking back and forth indecisively between the videos trying to

decide which to play.

"Oh,

this one sounds fun," she said with a devilish smile as she highlighted

"JohN 3 - DP - Big Finish." I grumbled a weak protest again, and she

chuckled as she clicked play.

The

room went dark for a moment as the video loaded, and I felt the skin of

Tara's thigh touch mine. It was only then that it occurred to me how

lightly dressed we both were. There was a lot of skin exposed, and very

little fabric between my cock and the night air. I tried not to think

about it as the video started.

The

picture bounced and shook with the clumsiness of someone picking up a

recording camera, giving just quick glimpses at first but then revealing

a rather nice, spacious hotel room once the camera operator leveled

things off. The room was big enough to have a living room area with a

nice couch, and big windows that looked out onto a beautiful vista of

high rises, and a sun in the early stages of setting. It was a room on a

high floor. Tara and I both noted the visible buildings, telling us

this was the city we lived just outside of, the one that was only about a

20 minute drive away. The operator commented on the gorgeous view, and I

recognized the voice immediately as Sandy's husband Don.

Don

turned the camera toward the bedroom door, and kept it rolling as he

crossed the room and entered, making a comment about "another gorgeous

view" as the lens landed on his wife, Sandy, doing her makeup in a big,

floor-length mirror. A vision in a short, shimmering, gold dress, the

fabric hugged every curve on Sandy's body. Her big, mature breasts sat

effortlessly high on her chest. She looked tan, she looked fit, she

looked hot.

"Jesus, she looks amazing," Tara said, transfixed, "when do you think this was?"

We

watched Don flirt with his smoking-hot wife as I tried to figure out

the timing of the video. "Well, based on her hair I'd have to guess at

least five years ago," I said. Sandy's hair was much shorter than it was

now, darker with blonde highlights, a style I remembered seeing her

wear, but not in a long time.

"You

excited for tonight?" Don said with a playful tone. Sandy smiled

playfully back, rubbing her top lip with the tip of her tongue. She

shimmied her hips, and dragged a finger down the neck of her dress,

exposing an even deeper split of cleavage as she nodded.

"Looks

like you are too, mister," she said, looking down at Don's crotch. The

camera caught his reflection in the long mirror; he was nude except for

one article of clothing, boxer shorts that were precariously tented in

the front.

"Well

that's what I came in to talk to you about, baby," he chuckled, "I've

been waiting for this for two months, and I want to make it count, so, I

was hoping maybe you could take the edge off for me before we head

out!"

"Oh yeah?" Sandy said, her dark eyes narrowing to a smokey glare accompanying a devilish smirk.

"Yeah," Don said, being sure to catch Sandy's hands rubbing and groping his hardening cock through his boxers.

The

two argued playfully over whether or not it was fair, then finally,

after a promise he wouldn't ruin her makeup, Sandy dropped to her knees,

stripping his shorts down as she went, and freed his hard cock. It

bobbed up hard and proud.

"Oh,

damn," I heard Tara say, marveling at Don's considerable erection,

shifting her legs together slightly. I felt my own cock twitch, but I

couldn't tell if it was because more of Tara's bare thigh was pressed

against my own, or because of what I was viewing on the screen.

Comfortably

situated on her knees, all smiles, looking up at the camera, she

stroked Don's cock lightly as they continued to flirt. It was dirty and

lewd, but it was also extremely, cute. Another smile, another glib

remark, and then Sandy opened her lips and slipped the head of her

husband's cock into her mouth.

Her

eyes closed and they both moaned satisfied moans as the camera

documented Sandy working her husband's stiff member in and out of her

mouth. It was a passionate blowjob, but it was tidy, as Sandy needed

things to stay that way for the night ahead. She was on a mission, and

was coaxing and milking her husband at a deliberate, pleasurable pace.

"Fuck,

babe, that feels so fucking good," Don groaned as we all watched his

wife's head bob up and down on his straining cock, "I wanna cum all over

that gorgeous face of yours!"

"Absolutely

noT," Sandy exclaimed, popping Don's tip out of her mouth, but never

not stroking, "I told you, you can noT ruin my makeup!" Then with

another devilish smirk she added "at least not until tonight. Tonight

you can cum wherever you want; but right now it's in my mouth, or not at

all!"

"Whatever you say, baby," Don responded, and then with a smile, Sandy engulfed his length again.

"Damn,

she is good at that," Tara commented. I grunted in agreement, and out

of the corner of my eye I caught Tara's fingers stroking idly back and

forth against the band of her shorts. My cock twitched again, and I

could feel the pressure trickling in, thickening my shaft. I tried to

shift to hide myself, but there was nowhere to run.

Turning

back to the video we both watched in rapt attention as Sandy

masterfully fellated her husband. His moans started growing louder, his

free hand sliding lovingly over her hair and against her face, her moans

encouraging him as she steered him down the path toward orgasm.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Don gasped, prompting Sandy to slip him out of her mouth once again.

"You

gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum in my mouth?" she asked, staring

straight down the barrel of the camera, but before Don could answer,

just as Sandy slipped him back in her mouth to finish the job, the

picture cut to black.

It

was only a moment, but it was long enough for Tara and I both to

realize we were both holding our breath, and let them out with long,

heated sighs.

We

both laughed and squirmed at the tension in the air. I felt sweat

beading on my temples. Tara was equally as flustered. In the grand

scheme of things, this shouldn't have been that big a deal, as we had

crossed sexual boundaries before. Tara had sat topless and watched as I

masturbated to completion, and we both masturbated to rousing climaxes

in full view of each other as we watched my neighbor, Tara's

now-girlfriend Sarah, get fucked and cummed on in her bedroom. There was

just something different about tonight, though. I don't know if it was

the minimal clothes, the scandalous video we were watching, or just that

so much had happened between us since we were last this intimate, so

much said, and so much unsaid.

This

is a long way of saying that there was a decent amount of nervousness

and embarrassment when I realized Tara's eyes had drifted down to the

full, hard erection I was now pushing against the fabric of my

underwear.

As a new image appeared on the screen, Tara could sense my unease.

"It's ok, Miller," she said, running a hand down her smooth, pale thigh, "I'm right there with you."

We

looked at each other as the camera shook and shuddered again, as though

being picked up and turned on. Her lips looked so sweet. Her tongue

snaked out from between to wet them ever so slightly. Without even

looking down I could tell how hard her nipples were. They were as hard

as my cock.

Voices

returned, and we turned back toward the tv. We were in the high rise

living room again, but it was night time now, and the focus was trained

on a gyrating, shimmying figure standing in front of the big windows. A

sparkling, golden figure. It was Sandy, swaying erotically and putting

on a show for the camera operator.

Sandy

began walking forward, slowly, seductively, and began to peel off her

tight dress. Shimmering gold gave way to a dark, strapless bra with

matching panties, a bra that was doing the lord's work, hoisting her

amazing breasts up, presenting them to a very lucky partner.

"Are you ready for me?" She whispered, running her hands up her flat stomach, grasping and squeezing her tits through the bra

"Oh,

I think so, darlin'" came a southern drawl, as the camera tilted down

to reveal a long, hard cock stretching out from just above the tight

balls of a naked, sitting man.

This must be John.

John's

cock looked to be longer than Don's but not as thick. I started

thinking about my own cock, and how I measured up to these guys. Tara

hadn't called either of their cocks "fantastic" yet, so I assumed I was

in good standing.

As

Sandy dropped to her knees in front of the seated John, she began

really putting on a show for the camera. Rubbing his thighs, grasping

her breasts, asking him lewd questions about what his intentions were

with her mouth, face, and body.

Tara

and I were both shifting our legs around restlessly, me still feeling a

little embarrassed, trying in vain to hide my straining erection, and

Tara mindlessly running her hands over her thighs and shorts, doing her

best not to dive her fingers between her legs.

Sandy

leaned forward and took John's hard cock into her mouth. He moaned as

her lips slid down his shaft, bobbing up and down a few times to make

him slick and wet. She then reached up and unhooked her bra, letting the

cups fall away, and gave us all a beautiful look at her thick, full

breasts. She squeezed them, she presented them, and then she wrapped

them around John's cock.

"Goddamn,"

I heard Tara whisper. I could tell how turned on she was, because I was

turned on too. Sandy began whispering more lewd dirty talk at John as

she fucked him with her tits. I couldn't believe the words coming out of

the mouth of my step mom's best friend, Stephanie’s mom. The woman who

worked the church bake sale with a big smile, now lustily pleasuring

this big cock with the same big smile.

I was hard as a fucking rock.

As

Sandy took John's cock back into her mouth on the screen, I heard a

frustrated moan escape from Tara's lips. I looked at her. Her nipples

were screaming through the fabric of her t-shirt, and her legs were

shifting, squeezing, and rubbing together.

My

mind was racing. Should we? I mean we had once before, but that felt

like an eternity ago, and besides, Tara had a girlfriend. But at the

same time, the hormones and chemicals racing in my brain used all those

same thoughts as a reason to, instead of a reason not to, and as a horny

eighteen year old I'm sure you can guess which set of reasoning won.

"It's ok," I said, echoing Tara's words from earlier, "I'm right there with you."

Sandy

slobbered all over the cock on the screen as we looked at each other.

Then, almost in sync, Tara reached down and slid her shorts off, and I

did the same with my underwear.

We

both sighed in relief as our throbbing genitals were freed. Tara's legs

kicked open and her hand quickly dove between them, rubbing her wet

cunt. My hand jumped to my cock, precum already beading at its tip. I

tried to keep my eyes forward, on the video, not on the action between

her leg. Here we were jerking off next to each other and I was trying to

maintain some sort of modesty while also trying to sneak looks at her

sopping cunt. A cunt I had never seen. A cunt I desperately wanted to

see.

"It's

ok, Tim," she practically whispered. I turned my head to see my best

friend's eyes locked onto the stroking hand on my hard cock. "You can

look." Her eyes ticked up to mine, and a quick smile pulled at her lips

before she turned her attention back to the video.

I

followed her gaze, taking in the sight of Sandy dutifully fellating her

friend, and then dropped my eyes down between Tara's legs. She was

clean shaven. The alabaster skin of her thighs gave way to wet lips

swollen red with arousal, and her fingers slipped up and down, in and

out, on slick juices. Occasionally she stopped to swirl around the

bean-like clit that peeked out from between those lips, causing her to

gasp in pleasure. Tara's cunt was everything I had hoped it would be. It

looked delicious.

On

the screen, Sandy pulled off John's cock with a wet slurp. "You know,

I'm only supposed to be getting you ready," she said as she picked up

her big, heavy tits, one in each hand, tweaking the nipples, "but I just

can't get enough of this big beautiful cock!" Sandy leaned in with a

smile, and wrapped her tits around his firm manhood and began sliding

them up and down his length.

I

felt my balls churn as her titfuck began. The first person point of

view gave me a vicarious thrill as I watched Stephanie’s mom stroke off

this hard cock with her glorious tits. Pairing the visual with the fact

that my best friend was two fingers deep in her own cunt just inches

away from me gave me a highly erotic charge.

Tara

let out a deep moan just in time for us to watch John push Sandy off

his cock, lay her down on the nearby couch, and slip his long dick up

into her cunt. My cock throbbed as we watched John fuck her hard and

long, shaking her big tits around, passionate moans of pleasure jumping

out of her throat on each thrust. Sounds I'd never heard this woman make

before.

"Fuck

this is hot," I said almost involuntarily. Tara moaned in agreement,

and then gripped my naked thigh with her hand as she hit a particularly

sensitive pleasure spot.

"Yeah,"

she said, breathlessly, then turned toward me with a smile, "you think

you can make it till the end?" My cock surged. We looked at each other

and then, something happened.

We

locked eyes, never looking away as we continued to pleasure ourselves,

but the sounds and images on the screen began to fall away. We were the

show now, each for the other, and a thick tension of lust hung between

us.

There

was some sort of boundary still, something stopping us from fully

giving in to what we deep down knew we wanted, but as Tara's eyes closed

with a sudden jolt of pleasure, that boundary began to crack.

"Oh, fuck!" she let out, the hand gripping my thigh shooting up to my stomach to brace herself in reflex.

I

stopped stroking. Tara's eyes opened again, we looked at each other,

then down at her hand still on my stomach. It was inches from my cock.

We looked at each other again, and I slowly removed my hand from my cock.

Our breaths were deep and labored. Our eyes never left each other's. The heat was incredible.

Then slowly, softly, Tara's hand slipped down my stomach and wrapped around my cock.

We both gasped.

She

held it still for a moment, and I got used to the sensation of my best

friend's hand clasped around my cock. I had wanted this for so long, and

the sensation was overwhelming. I felt blood surging into me, making me

even harder.

Then, slowly, her still grip turned into a gentle, rhythmic squeeze, and then, Tara began stroking me.

I

moaned loudly as I took it all in: The sounds and images of Stephanie’s

mom getting fucked on the tv, my hard cock being stroked off by the

gorgeous gothy goddess next to me, her lips parted in wanton lust,

huffing heavy breaths in and out.

It

was then that I noticed Tara had stopped touching herself. I looked

down at her empty cunt, then back up at her face. She needed it. She

wanted it.

She

nodded, licking her lips, and needing no further encouragement, I

reached my hand over her thick, milky thigh, and felt the slick, silky

heat. My fingers slid in easily, as if she had been waiting for me, and

suddenly I was in between the folds of Tara's wet cunt for the first

time.

Now

it was her turn to moan. I felt her hand squeeze my cock tighter as my

fingers dipped inside her. I couldn't believe the feeling. It wasn't

just her cunt either, it was the feeling of her whole body jerking and

writhing in response to my touch.

My cock began to drip precum down over her fingers as she stroked me. This was all beginning to become too much.

To be continued in Part 13

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.