Sex Ed Lessons: Part 12

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.