Suzie’s Showers

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Slowly

my sanity returned, and my breath calmed down. I looked at the sizable

amount of cum I just shot into Suzie Travino's shower, and turned the

faucet spray on to wash away the evidence.

Taking

a long, deep breath of satisfaction, I stepped back, cock still

protruding high and proud from my pants, rested on the edge of the sink

and shut my eyes for a moment.

It was short lived.

"That's

a great-looking cock," the voice said.

My eyes burst open and my head

snapped toward the door. Standing in the doorway, wrapped in only a

towel was Stephanie’s mom, Sarah. Her hair was ruffled in that sexy

just-been-fucked kind of way, and she had a certain glow about her pale

skin. "I can see why she likes you."

My

heart practically stopped. The fact that I had no idea who the "she"

was in that statement was concerning. Did it reference Tara? Did Sarah

know what my relationship with Tara was like? Did she know what I had

just seen?

"But

then again Stephanie’s always had an eye for, talent." she said with a

smirk. Stephanie. Of course she meant Stephanie. Jesus, this was all

sending my mind in circles.

Coming

back to earth, I frantically stuffed my softening cock back into my

pants. "You can leave the shower on," Sarah said as she slowly walked

towards me. I awkwardly shuffled past the girl of my dreams, who was

about to shower my best friend's cunt juice off her face and body.

"Tim?" she called toward me as I reached the door, "I won't tell if you

don't." She offered me a wink and a sly grin, and I just nodded like an

imbecile and hurried out the door.

Floating

down stairs I scanned the party for Mike. I needed to get out of there

and clear my head, but I didn't want to abandon my friend. On the other

hand, he was a big boy and could take care of himself, so after a quick

once over of the crowd I headed out.

Walking towards the car, my mind was reeling. I felt a buzz in my pocket. Pulling out my phone I saw a message. From Tara.

"Are

you ok? I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Please don't hate me" it read. I

paused. I searched my feelings; I definitely didn't hate her. I didn't

know what I felt, honestly. Was I ok with it because it wasn't a guy?

Was I ok with it because I could live vicariously through my best

friend? I needed time to process.

"Yeah I'm ok," I finally wrote back, "I don't hate you, I just need time to process."

Bubbles appeared then disappeared on her end. I could tell neither of us quite knew what to say.

"That was fucking wild" I finally offered, breaking the ice

"Yeah I know, lol; I definitely didn't plan for you to find out like that, "

"It was definitely a, stimulating experience." I offered back.

A

quick "lol" popped up from her, then a pause. Bubbles. No bubbles.

Bubbles, then eggplant emoji, water droplets, question mark. I laughed.

It was funny, but it was also more timid than I expected from Tara. I

think she was a little embarrassed. But not so embarrassed that she

didn't want to know. I sent her back a gif that expressed the excited

affirmative, and was quickly responded to with another "lol." Then

bubbles, then "good :)"

My cock stirred.

Not

sure where to go from there I started a sign off text when I was

greeted by another message from Tara, one that took all the weight from

my shoulders: "Let's get lunch tomorrow." I was ecstatic. I missed her

friendship so much, and somehow the craziness of tonight seems to have

set us on a path to mending things. Thank God.

I

immediately wrote back an affirmative, then signed off pleasantly with

"get some sleep" and headed off once again toward my car with a smile on

my face.

As

I walked down the long shadowy driveway thoughts of the evening's

events were dissipated by low moans and grunts. Low moans and grunts

that were coming from my car. My ears, and cock, perked up.

I

stealthily approached my vehicle, peering over the hood of the next

nearest car. Through the backseat window I saw two bodies. Specifically

two heavenly bodies; the luscious, fat globes attached to the chest of

Mike's girlfriend Kerri. Her low cut top had been pulled down, and her

glorious, Greek melons were free to the night air, jiggling and bouncing

with the rhythm of love. They were different than I had expected.

Surprisingly perky for their size, they reached outward and arched to

the point of her nipples, as opposed to being more round and falling to

the side.

Oh yeah, Mike was there too, his head hung back in pleasure as Kerri impaled herself on his cock.

Those

tits, though. My God. plump and full, pressed together in a delightful

bouquet by her arms as she gripped Mike's shoulders. Her nipples were

screaming to be sucked, but were disappointingly dry. I was transfixed

by their jiggle and bounce so much so that I didn't even realize Kerri

was looking directly at me. My stomach dropped in slight embarrassment

when we made eye contact, but there was no shame on her breathless,

lusty face. The corners of her open, gasping mouth turned upward into a

smile at the recognition, and she turned back toward the activity at

hand as a shock of pleasure passed over her. I think being watched might

have turned her on.

"Yes,

that's it, baby, that's it!" She moaned as her eyes shut. She was

getting close. She bounced hard and fast on Mike's cock, angling toward

orgasm, but apparently it was too much for the young man.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Mike bellowed out, gripping on to Kerri tightly.

"Not

yet, baby, just hold on, just a little longer," Kerri pleaded through

gasps, both of them too far gone to change strategies.

"I'm

gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm; uh" Mike exclaimed as his balls

started rocketing sperm up into Kerri. I had no idea if they were using a

condom, but something was definitely getting filled with hot love at

that moment. "Yeah, take that cum, baby, take that cum," Mike gasped out

in a very porny display. Kerri was a good sport, though, and rode him

like a champ through his orgasm at the expense of her own.

"Fuck,

that was so fucking good," Mike said as he came down. I saw Kerri look

back over at me, tits still exposed and heaving up and down with labored

breaths, and give me a look that said "agree to disagree."

I

chuckled, and held up my open hand and mouthed "five minutes?" then

cocked my head to the side indicating a desire to get going. Her smirk

returned and she nodded in the affirmative as she pulled her blouse back

up over her bulbous breasts. I chuckled and shook my head, sitting down

out of sight in order to give them the time they needed to get decent.

What a night. What a fucking night.

Alexa has her horny secrets

As Tim slowly learns he’s not the only horny person in the building, Alexa’s diary adds some more racy details.

"Yeah,

that's it, that's it," I said between ragged breaths, "cum on me; I

want you to cum on me!" Gripping the edge of my friend's bathroom sink,

my reflection a foggy haze thanks to my hot breath pouring over it, I

had only one thought in my mind: I'm in big trouble.

To

be clear, at that exact moment I wasn't in big trouble, no, at that

exact moment I had my skirt bunched up, my panties around my ankles, and

my body was awash with the lovely sensations of a perfectly adequate

cock sliding in and out of my satisfactorily wet cunt. It felt nice, it

was, fine.

College

was out for the summer, so I, along with many other 18 and 19 year olds

from the area, had two semesters-worth of new life experiences to

share, and four hot months to share them with as many friends, or other

able-bodied, willing participants as possible. This meant only one

thing: house parties.

It's

funny how a few short months can change things. That night I was at the

house of a girl I went to high school with, Sasha, who I honestly can't

remember ever saying two words to while we were in school together. My

step-brother Tim's high school graduation had been earlier that day, and

we had run into each other at the ceremony; she was there in support of

her younger brother as well. We exchanged overly enthusiastic

pleasantries for two people who spent four years together and barely

ever spoke, but it ended with an invitation to a party at her house. I

gladly accepted. I had a lot of things on my mind, and desperately

needed some distraction.

My

first year at college had brought a lot of new experiences into my

life, but at the top of that list was the loss of my virginity. It was

my nineteenth birthday, and my roommate sneakily set me up with a

handsome bartender that, unbeknownst to me, she had personally vetted

the night before.

His

name was Brian, and he was an older man, gorgeous and charming, a total

breath of fresh air compared to the college boys I had fooled around

with up to that point. We chatted, we kissed, and by the time we got up

to his apartment, I was literally drooling for this man's cock. And what

a cock it was; easily the biggest I had ever seen; and I was desperate

for it to be the first cock inside me.

And

boy was it. He made me cum twice, practically sawed me in half with his

perfect penis, and when he finally pulled out and showered my body with

his hot semen it felt like a coronation. I had arrived. I was a woman, a

sexual woman, and I had pleased this Man with my body. I felt amazing.

The

following morning we both fell into the shower. Our kisses came hot and

heavy, lips on lips, lips on necks, hands roaming over bodies, and as

the warm water began to cascade down on us I felt him slide his hand

down between my legs and dip his finger between the already slick lips

of my cunt. I grabbed onto him to steady myself as my legs almost

buckled.

His

fingers glided around my lips and clit, sending shocks of pleasure

pulsing through my body, but it was when he curved his finger and

slipped it up inside that I really began to vibrate. I needed more of

him inside me. I could feel his cock begin to harden against my leg as I

gasped into his ear. His big, thick cock. I needed it.

Slipping

down to my knees on the tile floor of the shower, the water poured over

my thick black hair as I came face to face with the object of my lust.

My fingers gripped it, felt its girth; I couldn't believe I had fit this

entire thing inside me the night before. I held his heavy balls in my

hand, then, done with my admiration, I opened my lips and took it into

my mouth.

I

would have worshiped this idol all day if I could, but this wasn't

about worship, this was about getting more of that amazing new feeling I

had last night, so I sucked. I bobbed my head hard and fast, determined

to get that beautiful cock as hard as possible. I felt it grow. I felt

it stiffen, and soon it was too much for me to fit in my mouth.

I

pulled off, looking at the hard pleasure baton before me, and quickly

stood up. I kept one hand on him, stroking, encouraging. We kissed

again, and then, like a whirlwind, Brian spun me around and bent me over

toward the wall. I braced myself, the warm water pouring down my back,

felt his hand grip my hip tightly, and then felt the bulbous head of his

hard cock inch between my lips.

I gasped.

He pushed.

I stretched.

He entered.

There

it was again. That full, enveloping feeling. At first it was short,

slow thrusts; he had only managed to get in the first couple inches; It

felt amazing, but I wanted more. He grabbed my hips with both hands,

repositioned the angle slightly, and pushed again. This time he didn't

stop, and I let out a loud, pleasureful " Uh, as I took the full length

of his cock. I lost my breath immediately, and was in a euphoric state

of shock as he bottomed out inside me. Pulling back slowly, and pushing

in again, my body began to get used to this erotic intruder, sending

cascades of cunt juice down my walls to welcome him.

As

he began to saw back and forth, I became lost in the sensation. Short,

high-pitched grunts escaped my lips on each inward thrust; he was so

deep inside me. His hands hooked into my hips, I felt my fat, wet

asscheeks ripple and shake with each slap of his hips as he started to

fuck me harder. My moans got louder as his thrusts got faster. My whole

body was buzzing. His groans of exertion just got me hotter and wetter,

and I reveled in the pleasure my young body was giving this older man.

All I could do was say "more, more, "

In

response, one of his hands left my hip and snaked further around to the

front of my body, slipping back down between my legs. His fingers

touched my clit and I almost screamed.

Fucking

me hard from behind, pushing my body against the slick wall of the

shower as his cock drove so deep inside me, my body began buzzing as his

fingers strummed my throbbing clit. My arms started to wave, trying

desperately to find something sturdy to hold on to, doing my best to

brace myself as a tsunami of pleasure began to crest over me. The

pressure began in my cunt, swirling inside me, tightening, tensing up.

His cock drove into me again and again, racing me toward climax. My

walls gripped his shaft tightly, squeezing desperately to stop him from

leaving on every outward stroke. His hand not on my clit reached up,

grasping my shoulder trying to steady himself, and as a passionate cry

escaped his throat, I knew. I knew he was racing toward heaven as

quickly as I was, trying not to get there before me, and that was it. It

put me over the edge.

The

spring of pleasure inside me released, and electricity shot through me.

My cunt started to spasm and pulse around his thick, manly cock, and he

pushed into me once more and held himself there. His arms grabbed my

shaking body tight, and he held me as his cock sent me spiraling through

the cosmos.

It

seemed like all systems inside me did a hard reboot, and suddenly I was

back on earth being soothed by warm water, bosom heaving with ragged

breath, in the arms of a man whose cock was deep inside me. I smiled as I

remembered where I was.

I

shimmied my ass against him to signal I was present and accounted for,

and I felt his thick meat throb inside me. His breath was loud in my

ear, and as I reached up and felt for the short stubble on his face, I

breathlessly asked him "did you cum?"

He shook his head no, croaking out "No. Very close."

I

felt his hands gripping my slick body, his cock pulse inside me with

the desperate need for release, his hot, labored breathing, and

something unexpected came over me.

Earlier

in the year I had been at a party. It was the end of the first

semester, and after a long period of finals and papers, it was our

chance to blow off a little steam while we waited for grades to be

posted at midnight. The drinks were flowing, and I was in a conversation

with a few fellow female classmates that was quickly turning dirty.

"And

that's why I always swallow," Jane said, raising her glass in a mock

salute, eliciting a laugh from us all. Jane was very tall, almost six

feet, and very gorgeous and put together. Her hair was perfectly sandy

blonde, her skin always seemingly flawlessly tanned; it was frankly

difficult for me to imagine someone as in control as her letting a guy

shoot off in her mouth. Then again, they say it's the most efficient way

to deal with clean up, so maybe it made sense after all.

"ALWAYS?"

Said Meera, across from me. Meera was a curvy Indian girl with long

black hair, wide hips and big breasts. Breasts she wasn't shy about

putting on display tonight beneath her tight, low cut blouse.

"Always,"

Jane said, confidently, "It's efficient, it's quick, and guys fucking

love it." Everyone laughed in agreement again. "Why, you don't?" She

said, tossing the question back to Meera.

"I

mean I do," Meera began, "I love swallowing, but sometimes I like to

spice it up, you know?" She said through arching eyebrows as she pushed

her breasts together with her arms and shook her cleavage at us as we

all laughed.

Jane

shook her head in disagreement. "If that's what you do with spice,

remind me never to try your cooking!" We all laughed again.

"Oh

come on," Meera said with a tone of disbelief, "It's good, clean, dirty

fun, and the guys get off on marking their territory. Besides, what

else are these honkers good for?" She said, grabbing her bulging breasts

with both hands. "Alexa knows what I'm talking about, right, Alexa?"

She gestured toward me, "You've got a nice big pair over there;

sometimes it's fun to put 'em to work, right?"

All eyes were on me as I shifted uncomfortably.

"Actually,” I began timidly, “ no."

"So you swallow, then." Jane stated more than asked.

I pursed my lips in a pained smile and shook my head no.

"So what do you do when a guy's gonna cum, just jerk him off?" Meera said, legitimately intrigued.

"I just sorta,” I offered with an embarrassed tone “ let him finish it off, usually."

"REALLY?" Jane said, surprised. All the girls were very engaged with me now, and I was starting to turn beet red.

"Yeah,

I mean, I'm still kinda new to it all," I said in defense of myself.

"Don't get me wrong, I love giving blowjobs and I love giving handjobs,

but I just haven't yet gotten used to, the spice."

"Fair enough," Jane said tilting her cup at me, "You'll get there soon, I'm sure."

"I

just don't see what the big deal is," I offered back with a shrug, "I

mean it's kinda fun to watch it shoot out, but it's just you know, goop.

And if I'm not having sex, why would I want to use anything other than

my hand our mouth to get it?"

"It's

so much more than just goop, girl!" Meera proclaimed, "It's the

pleasure; it's the reward. And sex, any sex, is about using your whole

body for pleasure, not just tongues and fingers and cocks and pussies."

"I'll drink to that," Jane said, and we all laughed and drank.

Later on, as the clock neared midnight, I paced in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting my grades.

"I

don't know, M," I said to Meera, who leaned on the counter nearby with a

near total calm, "I tanked that final. I TANKED it. If I fail that

class, I don't know what I'm going to do."

"It's

gonna be fine, Alexa, you took that class to try something new, and

when the time came you knew that stuff inside and out. I saw you in

class; you were relaxed, you were confident, you just gotta trust me."

"I don't know, it didn't feel like I knew what I was doing, "

"Just

trust me, girl," she said, taking a drink from her cup. My pacing

didn't abate, and I watched as an idea formed in her head. "Tell you

what: I'm so confident that you have nothing to worry about, that if you

get anything less than an A-, I'll buy you lunch every day for the next

semester."

My pacing stopped. That was quite an expensive bet she was making. One that she seemed extremely confident she was going to win.

"And what if I Do get an A- or above?" I said with suspicion in my voice.

Meera

walked over to me and pointed across the room at a guy named Kyle, who

was playing a drinking game with some of our classmates. He and I were

friends, and occasional hook up partners.

"I know how hard you've been studying, and I know how long it's been since you and Kyle had some alone time."

"He

was so sweet during finals; he didn't try to push anything, he even

brought me dinner a few nights when I was studying for that damn test." I

smiled at the memory.

"Well

now's the perfect time to show how much you appreciate that," Meera

continued, "so for this bet, if you get an A or above on your final,”

she leaned in and whispered the stipulations into my ear. I instantly

turned beet red. Maybe she had a point though. Maybe it was time for me

to broaden my horizons.

"Ok," I said, nodding, "I'll do it."

"That a girl!"

The

clock turned over to the midnight hour, and almost on cue everyone

began checking their phones for their grades. There were some sighs of

relief, some groans of disappointment, but for me, thanks to the bet I

made with Meera, there was an increasing wetness in my panties as I

waited for the page to load.

The wheel spun over and over, and then my eyes widened as I saw my grade.

"Let's

see it!" Meera cawed, and my cheeks grew red as I gave her the phone,

revealing a big, bright A next to my final grade for the class in

question. A big smile spread over her full lips, she raised her eyebrows

and said "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Pocketing my phone, face hot with anticipation, I made my way over to Kyle. He wasn't as joyous as some of the others.

"Hey Ry," I opened, "what's wrong?"

"Eh, things just didn't go the way I hoped," he said with a dour tone, "I worked really hard, too, but,” He just shrugged.

"Hey," I said, reaching down and taking his hand, "why don't you come with me and we can, talk about it."

Kyle's eyebrows raised up high, a smirk began to form at the edges of his lips, and he made his way off with me.

Drawing

him into an upstairs bedroom, I pulled him close, kissed him long and

deep, and then sat him on the nearby bed as I went to lock the door.

Walking

back over to him I stood between his legs. I could tell by the bulge in

his pants that he was already starting to get hard in anticipation of

what might happen next. I reached for his belt, and in turn he reached

out for the button to my jeans. "No," I said, gently pushing his hands

away from my admittedly wet cunt, "tonight this is for you."

Kyle

smiled, and shifted closer toward the edge of the bed as I worked open

his belt and pants. I gripped either side of the fabric, and as he

lifted his hips I slid his pants and underwear down his legs, sinking to

my knees in front of him as I did so.

I

hadn't seen that many cocks at this point in my life, but I was pretty

sure Kyle's was a good one. Decent length, decent girth, I had never had

a problem fitting it into my mouth, but it was also big enough to make

sure my hands could get in on the action too. Kneeling there in front of

him, his cock arched toward the sky, fully hard and straining. Leaning

forward I opened my mouth, taking his tip between my lips.

A loud, long sigh rose out of his chest.

I

swirled my tongue around the wide head of his cock, generating as much

lubrication in my mouth as I could manage. I was going to need it. I put

my hands up on his bare thighs and began to pull him deeper. My head

bobbed up and down along the length of his shaft, every pulse and twitch

in my mouth making my cunt wetter and wetter.

Not

usually one for sloppy blow jobs, tonight was decidedly different. Each

slip of his cock into my mouth left him slicker and more covered with

my saliva, and each outward stroke brought a loud slurping noise from

me.

"Jesus,

Alexa, this is fucking amazing!" Kyle groaned as his breath began to

shorten. I felt his cock grow even harder in my mouth; He was getting

close.

With

a wet pop I pulled my mouth off his cock, making sure to leave an extra

helping of wetness on him. Kyle reluctantly snapped out of his building

pleasure, a confused look on his face.

I

stood up. Reaching down I grasped the hem of my blouse and pulled it up

and over my head, revealing my bare stomach and bra-encased breasts to

the low lamplight. I unclasped my black bra, feeling the joy of release

as I pulled the big cups away from my large, full breasts. Kyle looked

on in amazement. My nipples were hard as rocks.

Taking

his hand again, I stood him up, and we switched places. I sat on the

edge of the bed now, and Kyled stood between my legs, his hard,

glistening rod mere inches from my naked chest.

It was time to keep my end of the bet.

"I

want you to fuck my tits," I said, looking him in the eye. His mouth

hung stupidly open at this request. He asked no questions, just nodded

excitedly.

I

grasped each of my large breasts in my hands and instinctively gave my

nipples a quick pinch, sending a spike of pleasure through my body.

Kyle stepped forward.

I pressed my tits together, making a long, seductive runway of cleavage.

His

fat head slid into the tight space between my tits. It was a new and

exciting feeling as his full length slid between my breasts, and I

couldn't help but give my nipples another tweak as an accent.

Kyle

groaned as his tip crested out through the top of my cleavage ever so

briefly, then pulled back down between them. Jesus, it was fucking hot. I

wasn't expecting that.

I

drooled some saliva down to help aid his way, and I felt a hand grasp

my bare shoulder as he began to thrust. Pump after pump he slipped his

length between my sweet, pillowy tits, and every time the tip popped out

between them it turned me on more. His cock head was a deep purple,

blood straining against spongy skin just dying for a release.

I

looked up at Kyle; he was in pure heaven. I never in a million years

would have thought to do this, but now I was thinking I might need to

make it a regular thing. My breasts, my body, was bringing him immense

pleasure in ways I had never appreciated it could outside of a mouth, or

hands, or a cunt. It was if my whole body was a sexual organ.

I think this is what Meera had been getting at.

Then

a sudden cry erupted from Kyle's mouth and he began to shake. He

gripped my shoulder tight. His eyes flew open and looked directly at me

with wanton desperation. He might not have had the power of speech at

that moment, but I knew immediately the question he asked with his eyes.

I nodded.

He

cried out again, quickening his pace. He thrust himself between my

plump tits harder and more erratically now. Suddenly the unintelligible

cries turned to gasps of "Oh fuck, Oh fuck," and I felt his other hand

grasp tightly at my arm. I kept my balance, leaning into him as two

final, hard, frantic thrusts burrowed between my swollen tits. Then, as

his cockhead surfaced out of the deep ocean of my cleavage for the final

time, it shook, it flared, and then suddenly the first rope of hot cum

seared the cool flesh of my chest.

I gasped.

Holding

my tits together tight so as to not lose any of the delicious pressure

around his spurting cock, I held my breath excitedly as the second,

third, and fourth stream of hot joy leapt from his tip and spread all

over me. I felt it hit me under the chin, I felt it grasp at the nape of

my neck; it was Kyle's total, full body release and relief, spread like

exploding fireworks across my chest.

I had never experienced the male orgasm like this before. I had never experienced cum like this before. It was exhilarating.

We

both began to regain our breath as his cock dribbled out the last dregs

of his supremely emptied balls, and with a thick slurp, Kyle slipped

his cock out from between my cum-covered tits. I leaned back onto my

elbows to take in the moment. My chest glistened with sloppy white pools

of diamond.

"God damn, Alexa," Kyle wheezed, "that was so fucking hot."

I

looked at him as he took in the semen-glazed sight before him. There

was a new look in his eye I didn't recognize. It was at once both a look

of conquest, and a look of satisfaction at a job well done.

Kyle

padded off to the en suite bathroom to get us both towels, leaving me

to bask in the moment. Meera was right; there was a certain kind of

magic to it.

It was then I remembered the final part of the bet.

Reaching

into my pocket, I retrieved my phone, opened up the camera. Making sure

to get the whole spread of the x-rated painting on my chest while

cropping out my face, I took a single photograph, snapchatting it to

Meera with the caption "you were right :)"

I laid there on the bed in silence thinking about that look on his face. It was a special, special look.

Standing

beneath the falling rain of the shower, feeling Brian begin to

slowly-but-anxiously feed his cock in and out of my cunt again, I

thought about that look on Kyle's face that night. I wanted to see it

again.

Slipping off his long, straining cock I turned to face him, then sank to my knees once again.

I

gripped firmly at his large balls, pulled up tight to his body in

anticipation of the coming release, and took the huge head of his cock

into my mouth once again. Sliding it deeper, I bobbed my head with

purpose, sucking long and deliberate strokes, desperately milking his

climax to the forefront.

Brian

began to shake. His gasps came quicker and deeper. I felt his rock-hard

dick swell up even firmer, giving me my final warning.

With one last languid drag of my lips along his shaft, I popped his cock out of my mouth.

Brian looked down at me with a ferocious hunger.

Never taking my eyes off his, I leaned back onto my heels and put my hands on his wet thighs.

He reached his hand to his straining, bobbing manhood.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth.

I

felt his body shake as he pumped his cock with abandon, and then, after

a final grunt of exertion, I felt the first rope of his hot cum drape

itself across my face.

Another on my lip

A third from my chin into my open mouth.

A fourth against my neck.

Feeling

no more lashes from the most erotic of whips, I opened my eyes just in

time to see him milk the final pulses of cum out of his cock and over

his knuckles.

He

let go of his spent cock, and I leaned forward, taking it into my mouth

again. Suckling on the head, I looked up at him again, and there, on my

knees, painted with this man's cum, I saw the look.

Conquest. Ownership. Satisfaction.

I

had never planned to see Brian again, but I wanted him to know that for

at least this one day, everything I had belonged to him.

You can imagine my surprise the weekend I came home from school and discovered he was dating my mother.

It

was a complete and total coincidence, he had no idea she was my mother,

but coincidence or not, we had a huge problem on our hands, hence the

huge trouble I was currently in.

School

was now over for the year, and I was going to be home a lot more, and I

had no idea how I was going to handle seeing my mother being

affectionate with this man I had experienced so intimately.

That's

why at Sasha's party I did whatever I could to get my mind off the

trouble at hand, which on this particular night meant fucking this kid

Trevor I knew from honor's math class in Sasha's upstairs bathroom.

He

was cute enough, and I had had enough drinks to feel pleasant and

flushed, so after a short round of catching up and flirting we made our

way upstairs. I wasn't looking for love, I was looking for distraction.

As

I mentioned, his dick was perfectly adequate. Sucking dick always got

me very wet, and I desperately needed to get fucked soon, so I slipped

his cock into my mouth and bobbed away as I waited for the juices to

start flowing inside me.

I

quickly got wet, alright, but the problem was every time I closed my

eyes it was Brian's huge cock I was sucking, not Trevor's.

I tried to shake off the thoughts, so I slid my panties off, hiked up my skirt, and bent over the sink.

I

heard the tear of a condom wrapper, and then I felt Trevor's hand on my

ass as he quickly fumbled with his cock to find my wet opening.

I thought about how I had fucked Brian bareback. Twice.

Trevor pushed clumsily and after a few tries I felt my cunt walls stretch to welcome him.

My

mind drifted to how expertly Brian had warmed me up and fed my body his

massive cock. How it split me wide. Trevor's cock was nice, but it

wasn't, that.

Trevor

humped and fucked at me, his hips slapping against my ass as his cock

drove up into me. It felt good, but it was nowhere near good enough to

get me to cum, or to drive the thoughts of Brian's magnificent cock from

my mind.

Pleasant

as this experience was, It wasn't working, so I was ready to move on.

Stealing a trick from my roommate Claire, I called out in my sexiest

moan "Cum on me; I want you to cum on me!" This was a command that

seemingly no man could resist, and instantly drove them to the brink. I

had only given this command once before, to Brian that first time he

fucked me, and for him it wasn't a shortcut, it was an honest request to

be showered in his seed.

The

thought triggered something inside me and I felt my orgasm start to

build, but the shortcut worked before I could wrangle it. Suddenly my

cunt was empty of Trevor's cock and I heard the snap of a removed

condom. He gripped my wide ass with one hand, trembled and shook as he

jerked his cock with the other, and then with a gasp and a groan I felt

his hot cum spurting out and lashing the flesh of my ass.

It

was, fine. Trevor's cock, his cum, while nice, did nothing to remove

the memory of being properly fucked and claimed by the man who was now

my mother's boyfriend.

Trevor and I cleaned up, he kissed me, thanked me, and exited, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed heavily.

"What the fuck am I going to do?"

Chapter 14: Stephanie gives Tim an explosive graduation present.

The

sunshine sneaking through the cracks in my window shades told me it was

Saturday morning. The hardon between my legs told me I was awake.

Last

night was a whirlwind, and I honestly wasn't even sure it all really

happened. After losing my virginity the night before, yesterday had

begun with me emptying my balls into the slick womb of my step-sister's

best friend, followed by my high school graduation, all leading to a

mega party at my classmate's house where I seemingly made up with my

best friend Tara, found out she was dating Sarah (my next door neighbor

and longest crush), watched them fuck, and then ended with me shooting

my nuts off into an empty shower right before Sarah walked in on me and

told me I had a "great-looking cock." Oh yeah, and then I got caught

peeping by my friend Mike's girlfriend Kerri as they fucked in the back

of my car, which I'm pretty sure turned her on.

It had been a wild 24 hours.

Still

hard from the magic of the morning and the memories of last night, I

pulled the covers back, fished my cock out of my pajama shorts, and

examined it while I let it breathe. Sarah called it "great-looking."

Stephanie called it "gorgeous." Tara called it "fantastic." I had looked

at it before, but I had never really LOOKED at it. As the teenage guy I

was, I always worried that my dick would be inadequate, that it would

be too small, that it wouldn't be able to get hard, but up until very

recently I never had any independent commentary done on it. I had to say

I was a fan of the results. And looking at it now, I could see what

they saw in it. It was thick, it was hard, it was a good length, it was,

proud. My fingers passed over it gently and I briefly thought of

replaying the scenes of the previous day and jerking off, but I was

meeting Stephanie later this evening for my "graduation present," and I

wanted to stay at the ready just in case the evening went the way I

hoped it would.

Stephanie.

She was an enigma. We had fucked twice, and she had finally opened up

to me a bit, but she was still playing games. I needed to get to the

bottom of why she was acting weird about us, hopefully after I got to

the bottom of her cunt again with my "gorgeous" cock.

My

cock stayed hard as I showered, but I resisted the urge there too, even

as my dirty mind circled back toward Mike's girlfriend Kerri. I knew it

was wrong, but, damn she had nice tits. The way they bounced as she

fucked was intoxicating. It was a shame that Mike wasn't giving that

girl everything she needed and then some.

Heading

downstairs for a coffee before I left to meet Tara, I cheerily greeted

my step mom Kelly, but was met with a distracted "mmhmm," which was

decidedly out of character for her. She sat at the kitchen table nursing

her own coffee, staring wistfully out the window. Something was up.

"What's up, Kell?" I said, sitting down to join her.

"Nothing, honey, it's fine," She begged off, stirring her coffee idly.

"Come

on, Kelly," I said, not buying the front she was putting up, "you

always said I could talk to you about anything, so you should be able to

do the same with me!"

"You're

so sweet, Tim," she smiled. She let out a big sigh, and leaned backward

against the back of her chair. "It's Brian, my, friend." she finally

let out. The pause before "friend" spoke volumes to me. I don't know

what they had been doing with each other, but they were clearly more

than friends.

"What about him?" I said, filling the space of her pause.

"I don't think I'm going to be seeing him for a while."

"No? Why, what happened?" Kelly began to answer but before the words came out, my step sister Alexa came bouncing into the room.

"Morning,"

she said, flatly, not registering the vibe in the room. Her mom's less

than enthusiastic response gave her pause the same way it did me, and

she turned her attention toward us. "What're you guys talking about?"

"Brian

broke up with her," I blurted out bluntly, looking Alexa dead in the

eyes. I watched the color leave her face, and her body tensed up.

Unbeknownst to Kelly, Brian had been the one to take Alexa’s virginity,

which created a conflict of interest to say the least, but Brian made

Kelly happier than I had ever seen since my dad passed away; I was

really hoping this wasn't all because of something Alexa had said to

him. Maybe it was, or maybe the knowledge that he had pushed his dick

into his girlfriend's daughter was just too weird for him, who knows.

"We

didn't break; I mean we weren't,” Kelly stammered, “ I don't know what

we were. He said he had some stuff he had to deal with, and that he

needed some space, so he's not going to be around for a while, that's

all."

"Jeez,

mom, I'm sorry," Alexa said, sitting down at the table now. There was

still a slight sense of panic on her face. She reached out and touched

her mom's hand lovingly.

"Yeah, he seemed nice," I added, still staring at Alexa.

"Thanks,

you guys," Kelly said warmly. She basked in our love for a moment, then

snapped out of it. "Anyway, it is what it is. I need to get going -

Sandy and I are going shopping. What're you kids up to today?"

"I'm getting lunch with Tara," I said, bringing some lightness back to mind.

"That's great, honey!" Kelly beamed, "I like her; I miss seeing her around."

"Yeah,

me too," I said, smiling back at her. Alexa remained silent, but the

positive energy of my plans with Tara seemed to be enough to get Kelly

moving.

"Well

you two have fun," she said, "I don't know what time I'll be back,

shopping might turn into drinks after shopping, who's to say" she

chuckled. Getting up from the table she made her way around, kissed us

each on the forehead, and went off on her way.

Alexa and I sat in silence.

"What did you say to him?" I whispered bluntly.

"Nothing!" She loudly whispered back "I haven't even seen him since he was here the other night!"

"Well

the timing is pretty damn convenient," I grumbled. We sat in silence

for another moment, both thinking through the scenarios. "Listen," I

finally said, "I know it's weird that you two, you know, but you don't

see how happy she is when he's around. She needs this. I think you

should go talk to him and try to smooth this all out."

I

couldn't believe what I was saying. Not only had Brian fucked Alexa

(twice!), but I also knew from first hand experience that he had some

kinky shit going on with Sandy and her husband Don. It was for the first

time, in that moment, that I realized all of that took a backseat to

Kelly's happiness. I wanted it for her. She deserved it.

"Fine," Alexa said, exasperated, "I'll see if I can find him and I'll, talk to him. I'll try and make this all right."

"Good." I said with a sigh. "You're doing the right thing."

I had no idea if that was true.

"I

gotta go meet Tara," I said, finishing my coffee as I stood up. "By the

way," I snorted as I made my way past Alexa, "you might wanna take a

shower, you smell like a beer hall."

I had no idea where she had been the night before; I'd have to remember to ask Stephanie for the details later.

"God, Ridley and Ms. Dorman?" Tara said in disbelief as she took a pull from her soda. "I still can't believe it."

"Yeah,

me neither," I replied with a chuckle. Lunch with Tara had been great

so far. We slipped right back into our old rhythms, joking and laughing

as we gossipped and caught up. Somehow the pressure was gone, at least

for the moment, and the warm glow I felt in her presence had returned.

It

didn't hurt that she looked great today, too. Even on days like today,

when she wasn't trying to impress anyone, Tara couldn't help but bring a

certain smolder. Short gym shorts and knee high socks showed off her

thick thighs, and the bra she wore under her loose tank top had extra

straps that draped across the top of her tits, accenting them while not

being overly flashy.

"What was his dick like, did you see it?" She said, leaning in, munching on a french fry. That was the Tara I knew and loved.

"Curved

and kinda small," I responded with stifled glee. I was certain I had a

nicer cock than the resident lothario of the local educational system.

"Jesus,

Miller, you're becoming quite the experienced peeping tom, huh" She

joked, smiling wryly. She was sure right. A couple weeks ago Tara and I

had witnessed my next door neighor Sarah get fucked in full view of her

bedroom window, then a couple days ago I caught my favorite teacher

fucking the gym teacher in a classroom, and last night, God, last night.

Last night I had watched Tara and Sarah eat each other out at a

graduation party. My best friend and my biggest crush fucking each

other.

"Yeah,

I'll say," I responded. A long pause hung in the air between us as we

both remembered what happened last night. It had been a hell of a way to

find out about Tara and Sarah's relationship, but somehow it also

seemed to diffuse the tension between us. That being said, it was still

another highly erotic experience we shared despite neither one of us

ever touching the other.

My cock twitched in my pants at the memory.

All

of a sudden my attention was brought back to the here and now as my

gaze fell across the outdoor patio we relaxed in. Two new patrons had

entered, and just been seated. It was a medium height, skinny African

American guy about our age, and a tall, thick-thighed strawberry blonde

with two of the biggest tits I had ever had the pleasure of seeing, that

sat beneath a modest, knee-length sundress.

"Hey,"

I said to Tara, breaking the silence finally, trying not to stare at

the couple across the way, "See that girl over there?" I slyly flicked

my eyes in their direction as I spoke.

"Who, the redhead?" Said, looking right over with no such attempt at conspicuousness.

"Strawberry

blonde," I corrected her, "or at least that's what she likes to say."

Tara rolled her eyes. "That's Rachel." Tara's eyes went wide.

"The one from the prom, who, you know,” she whispered at me now, making a slight "jack off" hand motion for emphasis.

"Jesus, stop that," I chuckled, swatting at her hand before Rachel could see. "Yeah, that's her,"

Tara

side-eyed her as she and her companion settled in with their menus. She

looked good. Big tits straining against the front of her dress,

neckline low enough to show off her collarbones and a hint of her deep

cleavage but high enough to remain decent, thick thighs crossed over

each other stemmed out from the flare of her dress, cute, conservative,

white sneakers on her feet.

"She

looks pretty uptight," Tara said dismissively, "I'm sorry she got

grossed out by your cum, but frankly I'm not really surprised; she seems

like the 'dry handy under a thick blanket' type." My eyes went wide, at

first in disbelief that Tara would use that kind of language in a

public setting, but then because I couldn't believe she remembered the

"ew, gross!" story. It had been pretty hurtful to me at the time, and

she remembered, and was even now trying to make me feel better about it.

We sat in a small silence again as we both side eyed Rachel now. It was good to have my friend back.

"Man,

redheads just seem to always have the best tits, don't they?" she said

finally. All I could do was nod. I remembered those tits, fat and wide,

bursting through my fingers as I squeezed them; Jiggling seductively as

she stroked my cock; lashed with a thick line of my hot semen. Semen

Tara didn't think was gross.

Redheads

always have the best tits. Sarah was a redhead. Sarah had fantastic

tits. I had seen Tara's hands and lips ravage them just last night. This

conversational segue could not be avoided. Clearly we weren't sure how

to broach the subject, so Tara employed a tried and true method: she

batted her eyes back towards me and said "truth or dare?"

I

smiled; those three words were comforting coming from her, even if our

conversation was about to get potentially awkward. "Truth," I offered

back.

"Do you,” she began. She paused momentarily to think through her words. "Are you ok with everything that happened last night?"

"Am

I ok with watching two gorgeous women eat each other out, feet from my

face?" I chuckled, deflecting the question, "yeah I'd say I'm ok with

that!" Tara looked away with slight embarrassment, her cheeks flushing

red ever so slightly.

"No,

I mean, are you ok with me and Sarah?" she said as she picked nervously

at her fingers. "I know how much you like her, but you never made a

move, and you seemed to be, preoccupied, with Stephanie, so I just,” she

paused again, a slight grimace on her face. “ are you ok with it?"

"Honestly,

yes, I am," I told her. It wasn't a lie. "I'm happy you're happy, for

real." I thought back to last night before adding "and I mean, if I get

to live vicariously through you, who am I to complain?" We both chuckled

as Tara's blush began to return.

"You know me, Miller," she said, meeting my gaze with her bright, sparkly eyes, "I'm an open book." Our eye contact lingered.

"Truth or dare," I said, actively ending the moment.

"Truth," she quickly responded

I

asked the one question I was dying to know the answer to: "How the hell

did you two get together?" Tara smiled and looked a way a moment.

"Well,"

she began, "oddly enough, she actually approached Me. I wasn't prepared

for it, but honestly, after that day you and I watched her, I couldn't

get her out of my head. That body of hers was amazing, she was so hot, I

had no idea!"

"Yeah, join the club," I joked.

"She

started flirting with me after school, and you had told me she and

Stephanie had hooked up, so I knew she was 'open to suggestion,' so once

things went the way they went with Bud, I just, went for it" She smiled

a coy smile.

"And she went for it right away?" I asked, breaking the rules of the game.

"It

took some convincing," Tara said with a smile, "she's not totally

comfortable with people knowing about that part of her sexuality yet,”

Her eyes drifted wistfully and she licked her lips “ but we agreed to go

on a date, and, well let's just say I got a hard yes after I convinced

her under the bleachers with my fingers and tongue."

My

cock immediately went from six to midnight. Under those bleachers was

where Sarah told me she had a very unsatisfying loss of her virginity,

so it was extra arousing to hear Tara worked some real magic on her in

that very same spot. Good for her. Fuck I wish I could have seen that

too.

"So

wait," I said as my mind cued in on a detail, "are you guys like going

out? Like not just fooling around, actually going on dates and stuff?"

It was an important distinction. Tara had been with plenty of people,

but she never had a steady boyfriend (or girlfriend) as long as I had

known her.

"Yeah,"

she said, with another coy smile, "we've gone out a couple times, and

it's, really nice." She was starting to almost glow as she spoke of

Sarah, now. I had never seen her like this. "I think she, "she paused

excitedly as she was about to cross a threshold totally new to her. “ I

think she's my girlfriend!"

I had a smile on my face that matched hers. I was so happy to see her happy. "That's amazing, Tara, really."

"Thanks, Miller," she said, meeting me again with those sparkling eyes, "that means a lot."

We

smiled at each other with the love of two close friends, until the

moment was ended by my buzzing phone. It was Stephanie. I turned my

attention to my phone.

"Important stuff?" Tara said dryly. I think she knew who it was even without asking.

"It's

Stephanie, I'm picking her up after work, she just wanted to confirm

time and stuff. I barely registered Tara's languid nod before she

excused herself to go to the bathroom.

The

stiffness in my pants had abated a bit, but I felt that rush return as I

thought about tonight with Stephanie. My graduation present. Good God,

what could it possibly be?

Mind

wandering idly, my eyes drifted across the patio, over to Rachel; I

caught her looking right at me. Her eyes darted away quickly, but then,

as her companion got up to presumably go to the bathroom himself, she

allowed her eyes to meet mine for real. I smiled kindly and waved

slightly. Unlike the last time I saw her, at church, this time she

smiled back and matched my wave. Her eyes hung on mine a little longer, I

saw her legs shift under her, and she looked away. I kept looking,

however, and saw that same flush in her upper chest that I saw at

church. She was remembering.

"So,

truth or dare, Miller," Tara said as she plopped back down into her

chair. As she reached for her soda, I noticed something seemed different

about her. It was subtle, but she had tied her loose tank top into a

knot, pulling the fabric tight to her body, and somehow she seemed to

be, bustier. Her tits sat a little bit higher, and those extra straps

across the top of her globes seemed like they were getting put to work.

"Truth," I said, as my cock twitched in my pants.

"What's going on with you and Stephanie?" she said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Honestly, I'm still not sure. Things are, progressing, but it's all still pretty weird.

"Have you guys,” she couldn't bring herself to finish the question.

"Yeah," I began, followed by a slight pause, "twice. First time the night before graduation, and then again the next morning."

For

a slight moment Tara's face turned cold. She looked down, stressfully

picking her fingers for a moment, and then just as quickly she was back

into the conversation like nothing had happened.

"Where did you cum?" Tara said with a big inhale of breath.

"Inside her. Both times." I watched Tara's legs shift slightly and caught her as her tongue slipped quickly along her lips.

" And THEN, she tells me she's leaving for college in three weeks!" I just shook my head and we both laughed.

"Sounds like you got a lot on your plate, Miller," Tara said with a far away lilt in her voice.

"For

real!" we both chuckled, and then the silence returned. I thought about

that question. It wasn't out of the norm for Tara, but still, "Truth or

Dare?"

"Truth," Tara said, clearing her throat.

"Why did you want to know where I came?" I saw her cheeks begin to blush again as she fumbled for an answer.

"I,

wanted to make sure she's treating you right," she said finally,

looking me in the eye again, "I don't want to have to coddle you through

another 'ew, gross' scenario," she said with a playful scrunch of her

cute nose.

Our

eye contact lingered, and then my need to vent got the better of me.

"She seems to enjoy playing weird power games with me though."

"Power games?" Tara inquired, suddenly very interested.

"Yeah

like,” I leaned in, as to not broadcast the graphic story i was about

to tell, “ I went to this party at The Spot, and was talking to this new

girl, and Stephanie showed up and totally cock blocked me. Not that I

was trying to bang this girl, but Stephanie totally shut it all down."

"Weird,"

"And

then this other time when I was driving her home, she pulls out my

cock, starts jerking me off, and then says 'this belongs to me!' And

she's totally weird about it all when Alexa is around, it's been a

trip." I sighed. "I don't know what's going on. I don't hate it, but

it's all very confusing. But since we've started having sex, well she

seems to really like it, I think"

Tara paused in contemplation for a moment. Suddenly an impish smile spread over her lips, followed by "Truth or dare?"

The mischief in her sparkling eyes got to me. I chose "Dare."

"You

know, I'm glad things are getting back to normal, but I don't think

we're even just yet, Miller," she said in mock offense, "you're going to

see Stephanie tonight, right?"

"Yes," I said suspiciously.

"Well I say we level the playing field: I dare you to record yourself fucking Stephanie, and send it to me."

My

eyes burst wide, and my stomach sank. That was quite an ask. It made me

extremely nervous, but it also made me extremely turned on. Tara wanted

to wipe the slate clean by watching me fuck. This wasn't just a

ceremonial request, right? Tara wanted to watch me fuck. My best friend

Tara wanted a sex tape of me fucking Stephanie. Probably to masturbate

to.

"I don't know, I don't know if Stephanie would; "

"Sarah

didn't know you watched us last night," Tara said, cutting me off, "so

why does Stephanie have to know?" She playfully bounced her eyebrows at

me.

I

stared at her deep and hard. She was fucking serious. "Ok," I finally

said. She smiled. Jesus, what were we doing? Stephanie and I had just

gotten over the fact that I had secretly heard her orgasm sounds through

the floorboards, and now I was going to secretly videotape her having

sex? Whatever unspoken shit there was between Tara and me, it was going

to get destructive, I could tell, but neither of us were willing to tear

the bandaid off. And honestly, I think we both just found it really

hot.

"Good!"

she said, "I look forward to it!" A sensual smile beamed at me below

piercing, dark eyes. I could see her nipples pressing through the fabric

of her bra and shirt.

What the hell was I getting myself into?

We

settled our bill and parted with a hug, making plans to hang out later

in the week. I felt good about us. We had told each other everything and

made it through. Well, I hadn't told her about Christine, or Mike and

Kerri, but ALMOST everything. And we were happy for each other. I wasn't

sure how I was going to complete this dare, but that was for another

time. After running a few other errands I had to pick up Stephanie from

work, and see what her "graduation present" had in store for me.

Leaving

the cafe I took one glance back at Rachel, who I once again caught

looking in my direction. Those glorious tits of hers raised high as she

took in a breath.

One reconciliation was ticked off on the list, so why not another? I should message her soon.

Pulling

up outside Stephanie’s work, I immediately texted her to tell her I

arrived. I was way over excited. My cock was already hard as a rock just

thinking about what might come next.

"Give

me like 10 minutes, and then come in" popped up in reply. My cock

throbbed. I was afraid I might just cum in my pants in anticipation, but

that worry went away when I saw someone exit the coffee shop. It was

that guy who drove Stephanie home the other night. That cold pang of

jealousy dropped hard into my stomach. I didn't know this guy, I had

absolutely zero reason to be suspicious of him, but that didn't stop me

from hating his guts. My cock flagged a bit as I played over scenarios

in my head between him and Stephanie that would make me angry. Dirty

scenarios.

But

then my mind drifted to Christine. Here I was jealous about wanting to

have Stephanie all to myself, but barely a week ago my cock was in the

mouth of another woman. If I was going to be real about this, I needed

to nip that in the bud, even though Christine Did mention there being a

"next time." A next time where she wanted me to,

"Ok

come on in :)" popped onto my phone screen with a buzz. I shook the

thoughts of other women and lascivious men out of my mind, and made my

way inside the coffee shop.

It was dark. The chairs had been put up, the floor had been swept, all the lights in the display cases were off.

"Hello?" I projected. It was silent.

My phone buzzed

"There's a door in front of you against the back wall. Walk through it." popped up.

I

saw the door. I approached it slowly. Pushing it open I saw an area of

the shop I had no idea existed. It was a small, dimly lit open area that

seemingly used to be used for additional seating, but now was more or

less empty save for some blank tables and chairs.

Positioned in the middle of the floor, beneath one of the dim bulbs of the moody track lighting, was a single chair.

"Hello?" I offered again.

"Sit down, Timmy." It was Stephanie’s voice, coming from the darkness.

Slowly

I moved to the chair and obeyed the command. I stared into the darkness

trying to see what was going on, but saw only black.

"Did

you enjoy the party last night?" Came from the darkness again. My

stomach dropped. She couldn't, there's no way she knew, right?

"Yeah, it was fun," I said back to the darkness.

"Good,"

she said in a soft whisper. I heard the click clack of heels getting

closer, and then the syrupy darkness in front of me parted. High heels.

Sheer, black stockings that climbed up smooth calves, ending just over

the bend of her knee. A glorious gap of smooth, bare thigh. The swoosh

and sway of a very short, pleated skirt. The exposed flat of her tight,

athletic stomach. A white button down, open, tied into a knot right

below her cleavage. Her cleavage, oh my God, tits sitting high and

tight, pushed together, presented seductively with a hint of black and

blue lace holding her back from bursting out. The ridge of her collar

bone, the swoop of her neck, the gentle angle of her jaw. Lips painted

deep red, her tongue darting around a lollipop she had in her mouth.

Dark, smokey eye make up. And last but not least, her golden hair pulled

into two explosive pigtails.

It was Stephanie.

My cock raged. My throat went dry.

"School's

out, Timmy," she said with an evil smile, and raised a small remote in

her hand. She clicked it, and suddenly my ears were filled by the

unmistakable four-note intro to Britney Spears' "Baby One More Time."

"Oh my God," was all I could manage.

Stephanie struck a pose and kicked her hips out to the side.

As

the beat began to pulse, Stephanie walked her long legs over to me,

stopping periodically to give me a slow twirl, or to gyrate her hips

seductively along to the music. Each step made her tits shake and

jiggle, and each twirl gave me the slightest tantalizing glimpse at her

toned ass.

"Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know, "

Getting

right up on me now, she placed her arms on my shoulders, straddled me,

and slowly sat down on my lap. My cock fought painfully against the

confines of my pants, but no release was in sight. Taking the lollipop

out of her mouth, she smiled at me and started suggestively drawing her

lips and tongue around the slick candy like it was the head of my cock.

"Give me a sign; hit me baby one more time!"

There

was a brief silence as the song ended, and then the next track started.

The sexy, sultry drums of "Slave 4 U" filled the air. Stephanie smiled.

Taking

one last long suck at the lollipop, Stephanie popped it into my mouth,

and hopped off my lap. Turning her back to me she swayed her hips,

shimmying her short schoolgirl skirt to and fro over her pert ass.

The

first thing to go was her button down. She made a big show of undoing

the tie, peeling it off her shoulders, sliding it down her body and

revealing the blue and black lace lingerie that held her tits so

deliciously high and tight.

"I'm a; slaaaave for you, "

Tossing

the shirt aside, Stephanie ran her hands up and down her body as she

slithered like a snake. Her skin glimmered, oiled and golden, in the low

light above.

"Baby; don't you wanna; dance up on me, "

Next

to go was the skirt. Her hips swayed back and forth as she pulled

teasingly at the hem, flashing me quick shots of her panties, bending

over and shaking her ass at me. She danced and shimmied the skirt down

her long legs, finally giving me a full view of her gorgeous, womanly

body clad only in lacy black and blue lingerie.

"Get it get it; get it get it; oh, "

Her

hands caressed her stomach, traveling on their way up to her breasts.

Stepping toward me in time with the music, she sat down on my lap again.

I lost track of the music at this point.

Grinding

her thinly-covered cunt against my desperately hard cock, Stephanie

closed her eyes and lolled her head around in ecstasy as she squeezed

and kneaded at her tits, pressing them up and out even further, as

though they were ready to burst out of her bra.

Then,

hips still gyrating on my stiff member, her fingers trailed down the

mesmerizing crevice of her taut cleavage. Her fingers danced teasingly

at the front clasp of her garment, and with an almost orgasmic exhale,

Stephanie unfastened her bra and released her amazing tits to the cool

night air.

Dropping

the bra to the floor, her hands went back to her tits, caressing,

squeezing, kneading, all just inches from my face. I couldn't resist. I

licked my lips and dove forward, taking a hard nipple into my mouth.

Stephanie

gasped, but she didn't stop me; not right away. My lips sucked hard and

my tongue danced and teased, eliciting sharp, high pitched squeaks from

the goddess on my lap.

Hands

on my head pulled me backward and I reluctantly popped off her

delicious nub. A head shake and a finger wave said "naughty, naughty."

My cock throbbed.

Still

shimmying and gyrating on my lap, Stephanie brought her hands down to

my pants and deftly unfastened them. She cooed, and ran her fingers over

the bulge in my briefs.

I moaned.

She chuckled.

Getting

up off me, she grabbed my pants and underwear, and I lifted my hips as

she slid them down my legs. My cock stood out hard, proud, and wanting.

Stephanie smiled, spread my legs, and slowly dropped to her knees.

Somewhere in the ether Britney crooned about toxicity.

Stephanie ran her hands slowly up my thighs, dancing around, but never touching my straining cock. She smiled as I groaned.

She

leaned in close enough to feel her hot breath on the skin of my shaft,

but that was all. It was an excruciating, exquisite tease.

My

breath already ragged from the sensory overload, I exhaled loudly when

her hands grasped my balls and began to gently squeeze and pulse. I

closed my eyes.

Finger tips traipsed up and down my shaft, sending electric tingles through my body.

I felt one hand grasp around my base and balls, and then a second wrap around the rest of my exposed shaft.

A

firm squeeze. No movement, no rhythm. Just a firm squeeze that made the

head of my cock feel like it was going to burst. I could feel my pulse

dancing in the head of my cock.

I

opened my eyes and looked down at Stephanie. A devilish smile pulled at

her lips. She leaned in, gave the head of my cock the most gentle kiss,

and then all in one movement released her hands from my shaft and

balls, and sunk the entire length of my cock into her wet, warm mouth.

A loud "oh!" escaped my mouth as I felt her mouth overtake me.

She

held me there, deep in her mouth, practically in her throat, for a long

moment. I felt the heat, the wetness, the movement of her tongue, and

then her head began to slowly bob.

Stephanie expertly drew her lips up and down the length of my cock, repeatedly feeding herself with my stiff member.

My body was vibrating. I wasn't going to last very long. The pressure was building at an alarming pace.

Sensing

I was careening toward the edge, Stephanie pulled her lips up off my

cock with a delicious pop, and looked me in the eye with a smirk.

Pursing her lips together she began blowing cool air on the tip of my cock as if trying to cool down a hot meal.

When

my breathing returned to something more normal, she gently grasped the

shaft of my cock with both hands, and began slowly, rhythmically

stroking.

Stephanie

had given me blowjobs before, and handjobs, but this is where things

really got different. Arching herself up over my hardness, Stephanie

began to use her whole body to bring me to orgasm. She rubbed my cock

against her sternum, between her tits as her hands stroked me. She'd pop

me back into her mouth for a few long, languid sucks, and then rub the

tip of my penis all over her face. She even briefly pushed her tits

together and let me fuck them.

But

then, the games were over. It was time for the teasing to stop. Stpeh

became ultra focused, and with one hand on my balls, one hand on my

shaft, and the tip of my cock in her mouth, she began a three-pronged

pleasure assault that sent every nerve and neuron in my body into the

stratosphere.

She

sucked, she stroked, she squeezed, all at once, and my body shook and

trembled at the explosion brewing deep down in my core. It was extreme.

It was hot. It was completely enveloping.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," was all I could manage.

She let out a long moan of approval loud enough for me to hear.

"Fuck,

Stephanie, Fuck, fuck,” I croaked. Hearing me say her name seemed to

double her efforts, and while her pace stayed deliberate and unchanged,

there were more squeezes, more tongue movement, more stimulation.

"Jesus,

Jesus, Jesus, Stephanie, I'm; " I exclaimed, and suddenly I felt

Stephanie’s mouth pop off my cock, and I looked down as she pressed me

between her gorgeous, golden tits. Her hand stroked and squeezed, the

soft swell of her tits gently held my length, the hard flat of her

sternum stimulated the underside of my tip.

I bucked. I seized. I exploded.

My

balls gripped tight to my body, my cock pulsed hard between Stephanie’s

fingers, and I heard her gasp as the first rope of thick, hot cum

rocketed out of my body and raced up her chest and neck.

My

cum came like a volcano, erupting hot, white lava all over her. It

leapt up over her collar bone, spurt up over her shoulder, draped itself

over the jiggling swell of her breasts, dribbled down over her fingers.

Each pulse was a euphoric release, each ounce of liquid joy an erotic

offering to the goddess before me. Stephanie smiled a smokey, satisfied

smile as she stroked each lash onto her body.

My

spurting ebbed, and breath began to return to my body as my spasms

wound down. Still slowly stroking my swollen, expended cock, Stephanie

leaned forward and gently began to suckle on the tip, massaging it

gently with her tongue. It felt like she was pulling my body back down

to earth.

Our eyes locked as her tongue slowly swirled around my head. Gathering myself, I lovingly ran my hand through her hair.

Recognizing

I was just about finished, Stephanie removed her hands, and enveloped

the entire length of my cock into her warm, safe mouth once again. She

held there for a moment. My hand on her head, my cock sheathed in her

throat, this was the most vulnerable position she'd ever let herself

take when we hooked up. It felt nice. Safe. Trusting.

Slowly

Stephanie’s head pulled up my length, popping off the tip. Leaning back

on her heels she gave me an eyeful of the mess I made on her chest.

A

long, thick drip of my cum began to slide down between Stephanie’s

tits, and with a quick swipe of a finger, she scooped it up. Looking me

in the eye to make sure I saw, she popped the finger into her mouth,

moaning slightly as she sucked the cum off it.

She looked back down at her semen-spackled chest, smiled, flicked her eyes back up to mine, and said "Happy Graduation, Timmy."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't have the words. So I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Do you wanna go on a date some time?"

To be continued in Part 9

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.