Sex Ed Lessons: Part 15

These days, things were spinning so fast and hard.

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Floating back to my car, dick still hard, I raced back home. I needed to process what had just happened with my boss Letty, but before that could begin, I needed to cum. It needed to be big, it needed to be hard.

Stumbling through the door of Sandy and Don's apartment, I carelessly dumped my things on the floor, and made a beeline to their bedroom. I was being piloted by nothing but hormones and dirty lust at that moment, so I had no qualms about going into their stash of home movies and grabbing a new disc from the pile.

I awkwardly yanked off my pants as the video started, tumbling my bare ass to the couch just as I heard Sandy's voice come from the tv.

My cock had lost only a little buoyancy on the drive home, and I gave it some refreshing pumps while I watched Sandy walk in from sunning herself on a bungalow porch, her enormous breasts testing every limit of the small bikini she was wearing.

Don, behind the camera, asked her how the porch was, and she responded by saying she just got done sucking Joe's cock, whoever that was. Don started asking her questions; how was his cock, did she swallow, was it a big load, etc.; and Sandy answered in kind as she stripped the miniscule bikini off her tits. His cock was big, his load was thick, and she swallowed "of course."

My cock surged. Sandy dropped to her knees in front of Don, and with a big smile began to work her mouth over her husband's already hard cock. She sucked him with skill and pleasure, and gave him dirty answers about her encounter to all his dirty questions.

I felt the pleasure inside me race and build just as much from the sound of her words as the visual of her suckling mouth. I closed my eyes and thought about Letty, about the otherworldly feel of her cunt, about all the things I wanted to do to her, and all the things I wanted her to do to me.

I brought myself to the brink, pausing, teasing myself as I remembered the exquisite torture she had put me through. My eyes opened just in time to hear Don ask Sandy where she wanted his cum, and for Sandy, looking up at her husband with lustful adoring eyes from beneath his swollen cock to respond with "I want you to cum all over me, baby."

That breathless request seemed to do it for Don and I both, and I managed to catch the first two thick ropes of cum leap and splatter onto Sandy's smiling face before the coil inside me snapped, and I ruined another shirt due to a cosmic explosion of cum and pleasure soaring at light speed out of the head of my cock.

When I opened my eyes again, the video had moved on to another scene. I had no memory of the end of the last one; it was entirely possible that I blacked out.

Lying there in a half-comatose daze, listlessly watching the beginnings of the next erotic adventure of my upstairs neighbors, a thought came to me. When I rustled my way through the box of erotic dvds, I realized that there was something wrong: one of them was missing. I knew this because the missing disc in question had a very specific name on it, one that I had definitely taken note of the previous night when Tara and I first found the stash.

The missing disc was labeled "Brian."

As I sat there, drenched in my own euphoria, casually watching Sandy begin a long, oily handjob to another thick-cocked stranger, I wondered where that disc had gone.

There was only one person who could have taken it. I was going to have some questions for her at our lunch tomorrow.

Chapter 24: Tim meets Kenny, talks with Tara, and watches Kerri & Mike

Running used to clear my head. These days things were spinning so fast and hard that I couldn't focus on running; no matter how hard or far I ran, I only thought about the variety of confusing situations I had found myself in. Situations that left my mind reeling, and my cock painfully hard.

It had been a confusing week.

Four nights ago my best friend Tara and I jerked each other off while watching one of my upstairs neighbors' many sextapes.

I had no idea what was going on with Tara. We had shared sexual activities before, but as far as I knew she was in a relationship with my next door neighbor Sarah, and I couldn't imagine she would cheat on her. Plus, we had almost kissed afterward, which would have sent us barreling past a barrier that was still intact despite what our numerous recent shared sexual events would otherwise suggest, but we stopped dead in our tracks when we discovered that also featured on that sextape was my step-mom Kelly.

Two nights ago I watched the rest of that tape, and drained my balls while watching my step mom get double penetrated by her best friend's husband and some mystery man named John.

I had found the whole thing highly erotic, but strangely it didn't make me view my step mother in any troubling oedipal light. It actually made me feel closer to her, to understand her a bit better. I had no idea why.

Then last night I met my boss after closing time for "training," which was not a lie, except the training I received was as her submissive sex slave. She bossed me around, forced me to eat her cunt, and didn't let me cum. It was torture, but I think I loved it.

And now here, on Saturday, I was only twelve hours or so away from fulfilling my part of a deal with my friend's girlfriend, Kerri, to clandestinely watch them fuck via webcam so Kerri could get horny enough to cum. Not only that, but then I am supposed to send her a video of me cumming while watching them, and in return she will send me a picture of herself wearing a semen facial.

And that's not even to mention my Christly friend with benefits Christine, the pastor's daughter who I may or may not be developing feelings for outside of the way her hands and mouth make me feel when she milks my cum into her mouth or onto her face.

As an 18 year old, red-blooded male, I should have been ecstatic, but to be honest I was starting to forget which way was up.

Rounding the corner coming back up to my house I spotted my next door neighbor Sarah stretching and preparing for a run of her own. A pale-skinned, redheaded bombshell, she was Tara's girlfriend, and also my longest standing crush.

More recently, however, she had been a font of wisdom regarding my troubled love life, so the opportunity to pick her brain about some of my current problems seemed like a gift. A gift wrapped in tight athletic wear that showed off her amazing figure.

Tara was a lucky girl.

I was also lucky, as my bathroom window looked directly into her bedroom, which, until very recently, had no curtains to speak of. This was a voyeuristic boon for my young, hormonal self, and provided me with full, unencumbered views of her gorgeous, naked form.

My mind instantly jumped back to Tara and I masturbating together, watching Sarah get fucked by her then-boyfriend. It was the first time I had ever seen Tara cum, and it was still the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed.

I knew it was wrong to spy, but I couldn't help it. I was being driven by something other than common sense.

As I drew closer, I waited for Sarah to turn to see me, at which point I waved and smiled. Sarah was the nicest person I knew, and was always quick with a big, beaming smile, which is why it was very surprising when she took one look at me, scowled, and began her run off in the other direction.

I stopped, and immediately felt a knot start to form in my stomach. Had Tara told her what happened the other night?

I stumbled into my house, a new anxiety-inducing problem stacked on top of everything else, only to find my step mother Kelly and her boyfriend Brian in the middle of breakfast. Brian had begun staying over, yet another life change I had to get used to.

I made small talk, but quickly got a glass of water and made my way upstairs to shower, but not before catching a hand slide up Kelly's leg after a giggle shared between them. I began to think I was going to be seeing more of Brian in the mornings.

Thinking about the scowl I got from Sarah, I peered out the bathroom window as I got ready to shower. Her new curtains were still drawn tight.

My mind was still all over the place as I ran through my hired chores up in Sandy and Don's unit, and I came back to the public display of affection I saw downstairs. I was happy for Brian and Kelly, but having a new man in the house was still a feeling that required getting used to.

Especially one who was being so forward with my step-mother.

For some reason, maybe out of some weird subconscious feeling of being pushed away, after I finished my tasks I made my way back to the bin of homemade sex dvds, grabbed a few, and headed back to the tv room.

I popped the first one in and scrubbed through a few videos of Sandy in all sorts of erotically compromising situations (including one involving a French maid outfit that I wanted to revisit later), but I was looking for something else. This time I was actively looking for a video with Kelly in it.

I found one on the disc labeled "KENNY."

This one opened in a hot tub. The joyous, giggling faces of Sandy and Kelly, drinks in hand, each clad in a flattering bikini top, laughed and joked with the man behind the camera. I recognized the voice of the camera man as that of Sandy's husband Don, who joked and laughed along with his two beautiful companions. They were discussing the arrival of the titular Kenny, and the fun he would add to their trip.

They laughed, they joked, they drank, and then soon enough Sandy waded over to Don and he hoisted himself onto the lip of the tub. Both ladies squealed with laughter as he revealed he was already nude, hard, and ready to play. Sandy joined him, undoing her miniscule top and letting loose her impressive breasts, but Kelly (or "Kel" as she was known in these videos) didn't. She sat back and watched in rapt amusement as her best friend gave a few short priming strokes to her husband's cock, and then deftly took him into her mouth.

Don gave his wife's ministrations plenty of screen time, but the camera kept finding its way back to Kel. He'd ask her dirty questions about what she was watching, and Kel would respond with few words, or sometimes not at all, but always a sultry smile. Sure it was hot that Sandy was sucking his dick, but the real eroticism came from watching Kel get hotter and hotter as she took it all in. He never asked her to join them; he didn't need to; he knew she would, once the heat inside her reached a breaking point.

After Kel commented on the amazing view, Don quipped that she should add to it, and with a smile and a gulp of her drink, Kel reached up and undid her top, freeing her beautiful, full breasts. But still all she did was watch. Only then did I notice she only used one hand to loosen her top; her other hand was plunged beneath the water, clearly touching herself as she watched the erotic display before her.

Then, a shudder, a shake, an involuntary closing of her eyes and gasping for air; she was cumming.

Now a deep breath, a smile, a finishing of her drink, and slowly Kel waded over to join her friend at Don's cock. She and Sandy kissed, and began trading his hard, slick member back and forth between their mouths.

Kel was so loving and attentive when she sucked him; she knew how to make him gasp and throb in ways that made it clear she had done this many times before.

There was something so intimate about watching the three of them together. This wasn't just some weekend fuck tape, this was three people who deeply loved each other having fun pleasing each other.

It made me think of Tara; is this what was on the horizon for us? Love, connection, and passion on a level wholly different than with anyone else? And what if it wasn't? What if crossing that line sent our whole relationship into a tailspin?

Don groaned as the girls egged him on, their faces pressed together just above his cock as they stroked him, and they both cheered and laughed as the ropes of cum began to ping pong across their jubilant faces and over their knuckles; real joy expressed at Don's orgasm. These three were something else.

I was hard as a rock the whole time, but I wasn't stroking myself. I was just watching. There was something almost wholesome about this lewd act they were performing, and I was enthralled.

Kel took Don's cock in her mouth one more time, sucking long and hard before passing it back to Sandy to finish the cleanup. Then with a single finger and a satisfied smile she directed the stray streaks of cum on her face into her mouth, sucking the finger clean.

My cock twitched hard.

The next video started up and had an altogether different feel. Empty bedroom, static camera pointed directly at the bed.

There was some low, inaudible dialogue, and then Kel strode into frame wearing a sheer, purple robe that stopped just past her hip, and nothing else. One hand trailed behind her, and it became quickly evident she was not alone. Her fingers were locked into those of a mystery man, one whose shirt was already off, but still had on his jeans.

I had to assume this was the titular Kenny.

Kel pulled him close, and the two talked softly to each other, smiling, passing their hands over exposed flesh, and then Kenny pulled her closer, and their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss. His hands gripped her ass tight, her hands squeezed his strong arms.

A sharp tug at her hair tipped her head back, exposing her long, smooth neck and expelling a sudden gasp from her throat, then all at once his lips and his tongue danced along her flesh as her breath began to shorten.

This wasn't the Kelly I knew, the woman in these videos was someone else. This was a completely different person. This was Kel. Kel was passionate. Kel was lusty. Kel was dirty. And as my hand idly squeezed my hard dick through my pants this compartmentalization was the only thing allowing me to accept that I was becoming a little obsessed with her.

I suddenly wondered how quickly and secretly I could download these discs to my computer.

The two lovers' lips met deep and wet again, and then Kel pulled back. She caught her breath, and danced her fingers down to Kenny's belt. She smiled and whispered as she unfastened his pants. She moaned with satisfaction when her hands became full with his cock.

One final kiss, and Kel sank slowly to her knees, taking Kenny's pants and underwear down with her.

While not as big as Don's, Kenny had a good-sized cock that stood out hard and proud before Kel's face. Her fingers traced over it gently as she examined it, looked up at him with a smile, and then softly took the tip into her mouth. Lips drew back slowly and deliberately as she worked more of him in and out of her mouth. I could tell by the attention and care she was giving him that this wasn't just going to be a nasty fuckfest; she wanted to enjoy it.

Kenny's hands ran through her hair, encouraging her ministrations, occasionally pulling her off him completely, where she'd look up at him breathless and wanton. She was sucking him hard. She was telling him exactly what she wanted, and she never said a word.

They stared at each other, hard, Kel's hand still fastened to the base of Kenny's throbbing cock. He traced her lips with his thumb, and then slipped it into her mouth. Her lips sealed tight and she sucked it as though it were his cock.

His thumb left her mouth with an audible pop, and he helped her to her feet. While Kenny kicked off the crumpled pants around his ankles, Kel made her way to the bed. She turned back toward him, and delicately untied the thin fabric holding her sheer robe together, revealing her supple, naked body to him as he joined her.

They kissed deep again. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Kel gasped as Kenny brought his mouth down around her hard nipple. He sucked, he squeezed, and soon it was his turn to drop to his knees, gently bringing Kel with him until she sat perched on the edge of the bed.

Her legs butterflied open, and Kenny hungrily pushed his face between them. She let out a long, sweet "oh," as Kenny's tongue began its work. She sat upright for a blissful moment, thin robe open and draped off her shoulders, full breasts jiggling lightly with each breath, and then she was on her back, her smooth legs hoisted up in the air, thighs wrapping around Kenny's head.

The angle of the camera made sure the details were obscured mostly by Kenny's back, but somehow that made it even hotter. Kel's legs flailed and curled around his head and shoulders while his hands did their best to hold her still. She moaned sweetly in mounting pleasure, but then let out a loud, guttural "Yes" when one of Kenny's hands drifted up to meet his mouth. The muscles in Kenny's back began to fire and his arm became a slow piston, and Kel's sweet moans turned into wanton cries.

Kel's breathing turned into desperate gasps, and I heard what sounded like words suddenly escape her throat, but I couldn't make them out. I rewound the video multiple times, desperately trying to make out the sounds, and it was on the third watch that I recognized the sublime syllables:

"I'm cumming!"

From there her legs wrapped tight around Kenny and she began to writhe. His free arm gripped her body tightly to keep her as still as possible as he guided her through a raucous orgasm, her cries coming in concert with thrashing, shifting bedsheets.

I wanted so badly to free my cock and enjoy this to the fullest extent, but I had a job that evening, and wanted to make sure I had a full tank.

After coming down from her orgasm, Kel and Kenny relaxed on the bed together for a quiet sweet moment. I could hear their low voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Kel's liege shifted and slid against each other idly while Kenny's hand gently ran over her flat stomach and shifting thighs.

I could hear them kissing. Kenny's cock was still hard and proud. Kel's fingers danced over it, felt its length, and then her other hand pointed to the dresser. She sat up as Kenny popped up and moved toward it, fishing out what was clearly a condom. He handed it to Kel, who opened it. After leaning forward to take him back into her mouth once or twice more, she placed the ring over the head of his cock and slid the sheath down his length.

With their smiles now replaced by looks expressing severe need and intense want, Kel shifted back onto the bed with Kenny crawling after her. Sliding up between her legs, he kissed her hard again and leaned back on his knees. Holding onto her waist with one hand, he used his other to position his straining tip at her dripping opening.

His first push was shallow. Impatient. Kel reached down to help adjust, and then with a deep low moan from her accompanying him, Kenny pushed again and slid his whole length inside her.

Kel's eyes shut in pleasure as Kenny began to move. Her knees pulled up, gripping his body tight with her legs, her hands came up to hold on to his shoulders and neck, and her body began to rhythmically rock with his strong, confident thrusts.

I watched them roll and tumble, my cock hard as iron but still confined to my pants. Legs pitched over shoulders, backsides bounced and crashed, and Kel's cries grew louder and longer each time she took him inside her.

Kenny seemed to be mostly driving the ship, save for when Kel rolled him onto his back after a particularly vigorous series of thrusts, and slowed the temp down, riding him. Grinding on him. Dipping her breasts down into his face, her hard nipples into his mouth. He squeezed and sucked, and a sharp cry came from her throat followed by a big smile.

Kel was like something out of a dream. I watched her body pitch and writhe, her curves flowing like smooth ocean waves crashing down on Kenny's thick cock over and over, and I wondered if I had ever seen anything so erotically pure. Her face, so joyous and focused, it was as if she was built for pleasure, to both give and receive. I don't know if she knew Kenny before this, if they had ever made love before, but for these few minutes he was her partner, her willing co-pilot on a journey of pleasure.

I was jealous. I didn't want Kelly, but I desperately wanted Kel.

Suddenly Kenny rolled her off of him, then pulled her hips up so that she was on her hands and knees. She let out what sounded like a purr, and arched her back sharply, thrusting her inviting ass into the air. Kenny took the invitation, and dove face first into her cunt from the back, causing Kel to giggle and squeal in what I can only assume was an attempt to buy himself some more time before he erupted.

I didn't blame him.

When the feeling moved him, he pulled his lips off of hers, and with a smack of her ass he sidled up to her, doggy style. Kel gave him that lusty smile over her shoulder as she waited, hips wiggling in anticipation, and with another smooth stroke, Kenny was back inside her.

They both moaned long and loud.

Kenny took a moment to gather himself and then his firm, confident thrusting began again. An adorably sexy short burst of "Oh!" began to escape Kel's lips on each of Kenny's deep inward thrusts, and she tipped her head all the way back, focusing on the sensations no doubt coursing through her body.

Then the moans suddenly stopped as Kel sucked her breath in hard and held it. She hung her head down and became very still, very focused. The only sound was Kenny's thighs rhythmically slapping the backs of hers as he fed her body his cock. I could see tension building in her with each accepted stroke, and then like a big wave finally crashing her body vibrated, she let out a loud, full-throated "oh!" and dropped face down onto the bed in a wondrous orgasm.

Kenny grasped her hips tightly with both hands for stability, never ceasing his firm thrusting up into his orgasming goddess. Her pulsing, squeezing cunt must finally have been too much, because as Kel began to come down from her euphoria, Kenny's breath began to get sharp and erratic, and he gripped her hips even tighter.

Kel pushed up back onto her hands and knees, her breath returned but equally ragged, and broke into a low, breathy chant of "yes, yes,” Kenny drove into her harder, more animalisticly, grunting in response to her lusty chants of encouragement, and then with a loud, final groan, he pushed one more time, held her body tight to his, and emptied himself loudly and joyously as deep inside her as he possibly could.

Kel smiled.

The rest of the video was cuddling and comedown, and I myself joined them in their recovery. Watching them together had been quite an experience, but unlike them there was no release for what built up inside me; I had to save it for tonight. For Kerri.

This thought made me reach wildly for my phone. I needed to confirm right then and there that my voyeuristic event was still happening that night, otherwise I was going to explode. A couple keystrokes later the question was asked, and almost immediately it was answered in the affirmative. I breathed a sigh of relief.

My phone buzzed again. I looked down expecting another text from Kerri, but what I saw was a message from Tara.

"What you up to?"

My eyes ticked up a the screen where my step mother and her lover were paused in post-coital glow

"Not much, you?"

"Same" she responded, and then followed quickly with "We still on for lunch? are you still house sitting? You want me to come over?"

The truth was I did, very badly. But if Tara and I were alone again in this house I truly didn't know what would happen, and we both needed to talk before anything else did. It was still early yet, though, so I suggested I meet her for a late lunch at our usual spot.

"You can bring back the clothes you wore home the other night," I continued, “and the dvd you stole."

Three bubbles popped up followed by a coy "no idea what you mean" and a winking emoji.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist," Tara said as she slid the dvd labeled "BRIAN" across the cafe table on a pillow of clothes borrowed from Stephanie, "I just had to know!"

"Yeah, I bet," I said, trying poorly to hide a smirk.

"Besides," Tara continued, "you're telling me all that time in there with those discs and you haven't done any more exploring?" Her eyebrow raised and her eyelids lowered, and she bit her bottom lip in a coy smile.

It was a gorgeous afternoon, and Tara matched it perfectly. Her short hair was spiked in an immaculately coiffed mess, dark eye makeup accented her big doe eyes, a subtle but striking shade of flat maroon painting her lips.

I couldn't lie to those lips. An embarrassed smile was all she needed for my answer.

"Ha! I knew it!"

"Yeah, yeah," I begged off, "so was it worth it? What'd you learn from your 'research?'"

"I learned,” she began, shimmying her shoulders delightfully as she thought. The cacophony of long necklaces wrapped around her neck that took the plunge down the pale skin of her chest jiggled and swayed, with only the luckiest of the bunch reaching down enough to brush the tops of her perfect breasts. The dance her necklace did across the slight rippling of her tits sent a tingle to my balls. “I learned that your neighbors are dirty, dirty birds, and I fucking Love them. Sandy is a LEGEND; I've never seen a woman so confident; so WILLING. And boy is she willing, "

My mind flashed back to the day I witnessed Sandy's willingness first hand. Willingness to do wonderful things to Brian's cock in front of her husband, willingness to let him spurt his cum all over her face.

“and I learned that your stepmom is a very lucky girl." She bounced her eyebrows suggestively at me and waited for a reply.

"Is,” I began, wondering if I wanted to know the answer to the question I was about to ask, “is she on that disc?" I asked it, but I wasn't sure what answer I actually wanted. Part of me was dying to know if Kelly and Brian had met via the kinky sexploits of Sandy and Don, if Brian was just another Kenny who stuck around, but another part of me desperately wanted the answer to be no. I was somehow able to separate my step mom Kelly from sex goddess Kel because they were so totally different in my mind, but Brian was only one person to me. Knowing he crossed the boundaries would bring the worlds of Kel and Kelly crashing together, and that was something I wasn't ready for.

"No," Tara said, scanning me for a reaction.

I couldn't tell if she was lying. There was a slight awkward pause that followed. I don't think either of us was sure where to go next, so finally Tara took the initiative with our favorite question.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"The other night,” she began. I braced myself for conversation I knew we needed to have, but after her nervous pause she decided to delay the inevitable. “Did you watch the rest of the video?"

The video. The video of my step mother Kelly being double penetrated, fucked to orgasm in her ass and cunt, by her best friend's husband and a mystery man named John, simultaneously. Taking both their cocks until Don filled her up, and John sprayed her with his cum.

"I did."

"And what did You learn?" she said, that coy smirk returning

"I learned, that Brian is a lucky man."

That was all I said. I didn't tell her that I had watched more than just the one video, that the lusty, erotically charged Kel was becoming an obsession. I could barely process it myself.

A charged silence hung between us. I needed to change the subject, to get my mind off of Kel's lithe, sensual body, and off of the picture in my mind of Tara touching herself to the videos of Sandy and Brian. I figured we may as well get down to it.

"About the other night," I began with slight hesitation, "things seemed to get a little, out of hand."

"That's funny," she responded, "everything seemed pretty well in hand to me!" I chuckled, and my mind shot back to the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing my fingers in pleasure, back to the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock as it pulsed cum all over us.

"But seriously, Tara," I said, trying to wrangle the conversation, "what's going on?"

"What's the matter, didn't you, like it?"

Of course I fucking liked it. I loved it.

"I did, definitely, it's just, what do we,” I couldn't help but catch the glint of sun on her moist lips. I wanted them. Bad. She was looking straight through me with those eyes of hers.

"What do we what?"

"What do,” I didn't know where to go from here. I was totally lost. So I punted. "What about Sarah?"

Her eyes dropped, along with her mood.

"Sarah,” she began, but paused as a feeling passed over her. “Sarah and I broke up."

"What?" I exclaimed. I was shocked. Tara and Sarah had been such a good pair. With Sarah, Tara had been happy in a way I had never seen her before. I couldn't believe it. "What happened?"

There was a long pause. I watched emotions pass over Tara's face as she searched for the words, fighting back tears. It occurred to me then that I had never seen her cry before. It hurt my heart.

She took a big breath, steadied herself, looked at me, and said two words: "the truth."

"What?" I said, confused.

"The truth," she said, breathing through her words. "About everything. About you, me, about watching her through her bedroom window, about you watching us at the party that night, everything."

Suddenly things made a lot more sense. The curtains on Sarah's windows, the cold shoulder when she was going out for a run,

"Holy shit," I said. I felt the need to apologize, but wasn't totally sure for what. "I never, I'm so sorry, I didn't want,” I couldn't find the right avenue into this apology, but Tara's hand went up and she shook her head.

"It wasn't just that, Tim," she said with another breath before looking right at me, "It was the truth about her as well."

My skin went cold, and my stomach sank like a rock.

"About how the only reason she and I got together was because Stephanie felt threatened by me, and wanted to make sure I wasn't an option for you. And she told me that you knew."

I tried to form a response, but my mouth just flapped open and shut like a fish out of water. My eyes dropped in shame.

"She also told me," she began before pausing, "what you said to her when you confronted her about it."

My eyes darted back up to hers in surprise.

"About how you defended me, and saw how much I liked Sarah, and didn't want me to get hurt." Tara looked at me with kind, loving eyes as she said this. "That was very sweet to hear, Tim. Thank you."

Her hand reached out and touched mine. I looked at it, then looked at her. Those big doe eyes of hers on that gorgeous face.

I thought about what happened the other night. About her hand on my cock, my fingers in her cunt,

"So,” I began, not knowing where to go from there, "the other night, what was it?"

I felt her thumb stroke the back of my hand.

"I don't know." She looked down for a moment before looking back up at me. "What do you WANT it to be?"

My mind started to whirl. I realized what I wanted was to take her right then and there in front of everyone. I wanted us to release so many years of sexual tension on each other in fantastic fashion. But then I thought about what would come next. I thought about my arrangement with Christine, her lips on my cock, my cum on her face. I thought about the new arrangement with my boss Letty, controlling me completely with her body. I thought about Kerri. The watching, the voyeurism. The taboo. And I thought about school. I'd be leaving for school in a few short months, and this simple fact was enough to break up me and Stephanie.

If Tara and I were going to be together I couldn't be doing these things on the side, and I definitely didn't want it to be just a summer fling before college. But, what if this was our only chance?

"I,” After a long pause I answered her truthfully. “don't know."

Her stroking thumb on my hand stopped.

"Tara, you are so special to me.."

"Nope," she said, pulling her hand back, trying to cut me off.

"There is nothing more I would love in this whole world than, "

"Nu uh," she said again, cutting me off, "let's not do this, ok? It was a mistake. Clearly."

"Tara, please, Listen." I said loudly. Her eyes went wide, taken aback by my assertiveness. "You are so special to me, and there is nothing more I would love in this world than to be with you, but what I can't be, is your rebound."

I saw her eyes soften, and fall away from me.

"I can't be your rebound, and I can't be your summer fling. School starts in a couple months, and I can't start something with you unless we can give it a real shot. It would destroy me." I paused and considered the potential damage. "It would destroy US."

Her brow furrowed, and I watched sadness turn to something meaner.

"What, you need me to start going to church and promise not to fuck you?"

"Tara, "

"Or what about if I dye my hair blonde? Start hanging around with your sister and treating you like shit?"

The denigration of Christine and Stephanie sent a hot spike into my throat. I knew she was just lashing out, but it hurt.

"Tara, that's not fair, and you know it."

"Yeah you're right." she said, throwing her napkin down onto the table and standing up. She gathered up her bag and began to leave.

"Tara, where are you going?"

"Home," she said, before leaving me with one final knife twist: "maybe I'll call you if I need you to watch me fuck someone."

I didn't even turn to watch her leave.

Back home in my bedroom I was pacing the floor. I knew she didn't mean it, I knew she was just lashing out, but that didn't stop the rest of my day from being a blur of heat and anger, the kind that is specific to friends and lovers in their teens, the kind that clouds your judgment and takes up all your mental energy.

I mean I told the girl I cared about her, and didn't want whatever we might have to be a flash in the pan, and she got ANGRY about it? What kind of sense does that make? And to bring the other girls into it, to use that personal info against me, it hurt.

I was frustrated, I was confused, and so I took out my phone and began to text Christine. I thought maybe if she was home from her family trip she could provide some release. Only after I hit send did I remember the duties I told Kerri I'd perform that evening, duties that I needed to perform very soon.

My phone buzzed

"Hey, yeah, I'm back. Why, you wanna go for a ride ;)?"

A knot formed in my stomach.

"I actually can't tonight, but I'll see you tomorrow" I hustled off in return, the knot in my stomach intensifying. A knot forming because I was passing on real time with Christine in favor of virtual time with Kerri, and that made me feel a way I was wholly unprepared to feel. It made me feel guilty.

But why? Christine and I weren't dating. There was definitely no exclusivity involved between us, and my previous experiences with Letty or Tara or even Kerri never made me feel like I was disrespecting Christine, so why now?

My alarm went off. It was quarter to nine.

My balls were full and aching, and the knot in my stomach started to dissipate as I turned my focus to the night's activities. I was excited to do my part for a friend by watching her fuck so she could cum.

I thought back about Tara's barb about Kerri. I felt steam tingle inside my ears.

Trying to take my mind off the stupid argument, I set up my computer for optimal viewing, plugged in my headset, and opened my email.

A new message from Just4theWatcherxoxo was already in my inbox. A message that had no body except for a link.

I clicked it.

A web window opened and began to load, and then there I was, looking into Kerri's bedroom.

I texted Kerri the predetermined thumbs up, and I waited.

My cock flexed in my pants. This was exciting. I had never seen her bedroom before. She had numerous movie posters on the wall; she seemed to really enjoy horror movies, which is something I didn't know about her, something we both had in common. Her bed was neatly made, and topped with a small mountain of stuffed animals. I wondered if she'd throw them on the floor before they got into bed, or if they would just fuck on top of them. A bedside table held a sleek looking lamp and some books. I wondered if she had a vibrator in the drawer.

Above me I heard some muffled voices and movement on the floor. Sandy and Don must be home. It was a good thing I dropped off the "Brian" disc that Tara had "borrowed" before I set up down here. Everything should be back to normal, and they should be none the wiser. I wondered if they had a new video to add to the collection from their most recent trip.

My hand drifted to my pants, gripping my hardening cock through them.

I turned my focus back toward the webcam video, and watched intently, waiting for the show to begin. The door to Kerri's room then eased open, and Kerri entered. Her back was to the camera, and she swayed her hips seductively as she made her way in, Mike's hand was in hers as she drew him into her lair. She was giggly and excited. This was clearly turning her on. She stopped their movement almost directly in front of the lens, and she pulled him in close for an excited kiss.

I opened the button and zipper on my pants and freed my hard cock from its confines. Here we go.

Cute short shorts held her cheeks deliciously, leaving her thick, athletic, olive-skinned legs free to the night air. She turned them so Mike's back was to the camera, and looked directly at me as Mike leaned in to kiss and suck at her neck. His hands squeezed her plump breasts tightly through her buttoned-down shirt. An appreciative moan escaped her lips as his face traveled down deep into her cleavage. Never taking her eyes off the camera, a big smile pulled hard at her lips, and then they puckered up tight as one hand came up off Mike's back and she silently blew me a kiss.

Holy hell this girl was hot.

I grabbed my cock and started to stroke as they continued to make out. I had a momentary twinge of conscience, wondering if what I was doing was wrong, if I should just stop now, but who was I hurting? If watching these two from a distance was the key to improving their sex life, who was I to deny them? I told myself that was definitely all this was, and definitely had nothing to do with wanting those thick olive globes of Kerri's wrapped around my own cock. Nothing at all.

"Oh yeah, baby, is this for me?" Kerri asked in a syrupy moan as one hand started rubbing the front of Mike's jeans. He moaned in the affirmative after a long sigh muffled by Kerri's pillowy breasts. "Are you gonna fuck me with this? Are you gonna make me cum?" Another affirmative moan reverberated out of her cleavage. I could tell she was putting on a show, but I think it was for her own benefit as much as mine; she was excited, she was hot, she wanted to cum, and she was going for it.

Pushing Mike off her with a playful smile, Kerri stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her long shirt. I felt my cock pulse in my hand. Once she passed her breasts the shirt began to hang open, revealing deep, braless cleavage. After the last button was undone she spread the fabric to either side, revealing to Mike, and to me, perfect, heavy breasts topped with dark, suckable nipples.

I suddenly realized I was stroking myself very fast, and had to calm down before I ended my night way too early. Kerri made that very difficult, however, when, after shooting a quick glance at the camera, she dropped down to her knees. She adjusted her open shirt to each side to make sure her breasts were fully on display and presented, and then, with a smirk, tilted her head up slightly, looked Mike dead in the eyes, and slowly hung her mouth open wide.

What a performer.

Mike's breath began to come faster and his excited hands made short work of the button and zipper on his pants.

Kerri waited patiently, mouth open, as he fished his hard cock out of his underwear. Each of them moaned in satisfaction as the tip and shaft were exposed to the night air, and then like a heat seeking missile Mike stepped forward and disappeared the head of his cock into the darkness of Kerri's open mouth.

Her lips closed around his shaft but her eyes stayed open, locked onto his as she began slowly sliding her head back and forth, taking him in and out. I saw a shine begin to form on his cock on each out stroke as Kerri's mouth made him slicker and slicker.

Her hands slid up Mike's legs and grabbed at his pants, pulling them down to just above his knees, freeing his balls. She gripped onto his thighs hard, and finally closed her eyes, sucking on his meat long and hard with a loud, wet slurp at the end of each outward stroke. Her thick breasts jiggled deliciously.

I stroked my own cock, trying to keep time with her, desperately wondering if the slurping was for my benefit. I had a feeling it was. I wondered how wet she must be at that moment, slurping on her boyfriend's cock for the enjoyment of someone else.

The speed of Mike's breath increased, and he dropped one hand down to her face, running it through her thick, black, curly hair. He gripped it, and she moaned in approval. In response, one of Kerri's hands reached up between his legs and started kneading his full balls. It was his turn to moan and gasp.

Mike began thrusting his hips, letting out an audible "oh" on every stroke. He was getting into it now. A little too into it by my count.

I stopped my stroking and watched in rapt attention. I could tell that he was pushing it too far. He needed to back it off or else he was liable to pop.

It was clear Kerri had the same realization, and she grasped his shaft with her free hand to try and lessen his thrusting, but it was too late. As soon as she pulled her lips off his tip to tell him to slow down, he thrust forward through her gripping hand and erupted.

Kerri let go of his cock as soon as the first shot splashed the side of her face and chin, and could only watch as his shaft lurched and pulsed and emptied his balls. Two of the shots splashed the firm flesh of her tits, but the rest puddled between them on the floor of Kerri's room.

Kerri sat in shocked silence, kneeling there covered in sperm she wasn't ready to receive yet. This had been Kerri's night to finally get off and as Mike's cock started to deflate, I could see the frustration boil up inside her until it finally exploded in a loud "What The fuck?"

This set off a passionate argument between the two of them which I couldn't really make out, but it was just as well, as I was focused on Kerri's gesticulating body. She was still streaked with cum, and her tits jiggled and shook as they quarreled. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't kinda hot.

Mike threw up his hands, tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants and made his way to the door, in a huff. Kerri followed him out, and then I was left awkwardly watching an empty, silent room with my cock in my hand.

I waited a couple moments, and then decided I should shut down the cam feed, but right as I was about to close the window, Kerri made her way back into the room. She had buttoned a couple buttons on her shirt, but as she stood at her door with her hands on her hips swaying back and forth in heated thought, I could still see deep into the cleavage of her breasts.

My cock pulsed. I knew she probably wouldn't have thought it, but she still looked amazingly hot to me in that moment.

She shifted her weight a few times while thinking, giving me some glorious looks at her Mediterranean curves, when her eyes caught the lens of the camera. She stood still for a moment, staring at it; at me; and then made her way over to the computer and sat down in front of it.

I felt a chill run up my spine. Kerri was a vision of unsatisfied lust. Her hair was a lovely mess, her shirt spread wide showing me the full swell of her tits, but it was her face and neck that made my cock throb. Streaks still gleamed across her cheek, chin, and down her neck, streaks of Mike's poorly timed ejaculation.

Kerri stared directly into the lens. She wanted me to look. Wanted me to see her wanton state of distress. Wanted me to see the disappointment splattered on her chin. Wanted me to know exactly how she felt so when her fingers hit the keys and she typed her message into the message window, I would know exactly why she did it.

A message that contained only two words: "Come over."

Chapter 25: Tim & Kerri do something naughty – multiple times

It was Sunday morning, and I was lying awake in bed.

I laid there taking stock of everything that had happened recently; of the things I had experienced, of the women in my life.

My adventures had started with Rachel, the big breasted church girl. I had been her date for her prom, and our night had ended with an explosive, if somewhat ultimately awkward, exchange of orgasms.

Then there was Stephanie. My step sister's best friend who asked me for help with school, became my first lover, and then ultimately asked me to take her anal virginity before we broke up and she left for college.

Of course there was also Christine, the pastor's daughter desperately fighting her worldly urges. She had asked me for help keeping those urges in check, and I was happy to provide her with that help, all over her face, neck and chest on a regular basis.

There was my boss, Letty. She asked nothing of me, she commanded it. And I obeyed. When we were together my body was hers, and I was happy to give it to her.

Then of course there was Tara. My best friend, the one for whom my feelings were the most conflicted. She had asked me once to jerk off for her, to cum for her, and ever since then we had been traveling down a rocky, yet exciting road, one that I honestly could not see the destination of.

These women had me by the balls, each and every one of them. They asked things of me, and I was happy to provide. They had needs, and I fulfilled them. We fulfilled them for each other. It was messy, to be sure, but it was honest.

But then there was Kerri. She was my friend Mike's girlfriend who had gotten off on me secretly watching them have sex, asking me multiple times to repeat the situation for her benefit. What she asked of me was subversive. Clandestine. Dishonest. And I had done it anyway. What did that mean? Was I a bad person? Were we bad people? Or was the real dishonesty the facade of Kerri and Mike's relationship? More importantly, did I care? Or was the need between my legs more powerful than the sense in my head?

These were the things I thought of as I lay there in bed.

As I lay there in a bed that was not my own.

The previous night, at her request, I logged in to a webcam feed with the intention of acting out one of these dishonest events with Kerri. I was going to watch her fuck her boyfriend, my friend Mike, in an attempt to give her the thrill she needed to orgasm. In return she was going to send me a photo of her having received a cum facial; one of my fastest-developing kinks, and a favorite of mine when it came to porn. I was powerless to resist

To that point I had been nothing but a passive observer; as far as I was concerned I was providing a friendly service! Sure it was wrong in the objective sense, but no one was getting hurt.

That was, until Mike had to go and ruin Kerri's night by losing his load all over her way, way too early. What should have been passionate sex turned into an argument of frustration, and then there she was, alone, in need, and asking me to come over.

The request couldn't have come at a worse time. I was already confused and frustrated by my own love life, and even maybe a little angry, but worst of all I was horny. So when she sent me her two-word message of need, after the sudden sweat on my brow started to cool, I sent her a two-letter response driven entirely by the chemicals swirling through my body.

"OK."

The entire drive to Kerri's house, all I could think about was how wrong it was. I was headed to my friend's girlfriend's house, behind his back, to presumably do a lot more than watch. It was wrong, it was cruel, but that didn't stop my cock from being rock hard the entire drive to Kerri's house.

I went in through the back door, the way I had the first time Kerri had a request of me, and almost stumbled my way up to her room, my body buzzing with excitement. I was drawn like a moth toward the sliver of light cast upon the dark upper hallway by her cracked-open door. I stopped just outside her room and looked in silently. She was still sitting at her computer desk, still in the tight short shorts, still in the loose-hanging button down.

My heart raced as I took one last look at her as nothing but a passive observer, took a deep breath, and pushed into her bedroom, dick first.

Kerri's head turned quickly to meet me, but she said nothing. Neither of us did. We looked at each other, both silently acknowledging the line we were about to cross, and then Kerri made the first move. She got up out of her chair and slowly sauntered toward me, her thick, powerful hips pitching and rolling as she moved.

When she had closed half the distance between us, she stopped. I didn't know what to do at first, whether it was an invitation, or a revocation. She stood there silently for a moment, never taking her eyes off of me, and then slowly dropped to her knees, just as I had watched her do for Mike.

She had made her choice, and now it was time for me to make mine.

I watched this beauty before me, this Greek goddess, as she spread her shirt open, revealing her thick, full breasts, again just as I had watched her do for Mike. That was all the invitation I needed.

I made my way toward her, unbuckling my pants as I moved, and stopped a few steps before her as I pulled my hard cock out of my pants. I wanted her to get a good look.

Her eyes left mine to take in the rod presented before her, and I saw a knowing smile start to pull at her lips. A smile I had seen before on Stephanie, on Christine, on Tara.

Still smiling, Kerri's gaze reluctantly left my cock and met my eyes again, and then, just like she had done for Mike, Kerri silently tipped her head back and hung open her mouth.

My cock throbbed. Her gaze cut right through me. She wanted it, she needed it, as badly as I did, if not worse. I watched her breasts start to rise and fall as both our breaths started to deepen in anticipation.

I wanted those breasts. I needed those breasts. I needed that mouth. I needed that body. With lust burning behind my eyes and no care for right and wrong anywhere in my mind, I closed that sacred final distance and slipped my cock into my friend's girlfriend's mouth.

Kerri's lips closed around my shaft with a moan that I felt reverberate through me. Her eyes closed dreamily, and I felt a sweet suction. It was really happening; Kerri was sucking my dick.

Those first touches, those first tastes, were slow and languid, but quickly the urgency of the moment took over. I could feel the excitement buzzing through her body. Her hands started grasping and caressing my legs. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. Her head bobbed faster with each stroke, her mouth grew wetter. That erotic slurp I had heard her let out on the end of Mike's cock was now being let out on mine, and I groaned deeply in encouragement.

One hand came up and joined her sucking mouth, grasping my shaft and stroking at a matched pace. The sensations were coursing through my body at light speed. I gasped.

Kerri pulled her mouth off my tip in alarm, and looked up at me as she continued to stroke.

"Don't you dare cum," she said, her hand still stroking my slick, straining cock, "don't you dare fucking cum."

She ducked her head back down and sucked me back into her mouth for two, three, four loud, wet slurps. She was demanding. She was insistent. Her lips felt amazing, but looking down at her I knew she wanted more. Needed more. She wasn't trying to make me cum, she was trying to make me ready.

I was ready.

I gripped her by her mane of curly black hair and tipped her head back, popping my cock out of her mouth with a gasp. A long string of saliva hung between my hard cock and her full, pillowy lips, both of us swollen from her sucking. She looked at me breathlessly. The thick string of saliva slipped bobbed and snapped, leaving a long, wet lash across the tops of her heaving breasts.

I felt the animal take hold inside of me, and I pulled Kerri up to her feet and into a hard, deep kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and then started to move backward toward the bed, gripping my shirt in her hand. Pulling me.

We stumbled back till we both hit the lip of her bed and fell down onto the blankets. Our breaths were coming like racing horses. We rolled and shifted, a flurry of gripping hands, spreading legs, kissing lips.

Our pants were gone, lost in the whirlwind. Her hot breath was in my ear, her heels pulling at my back. The desperate question of "Condom?" was met with the breathless answer of "Pill." I felt her wet lower lips kiss and spread for my tip, her heels pull at my back, and then all at once I was enveloped in boiling-hot tightness. I was inside her.

Keri let out a loud groan and her strong legs pulled me deep. She was so wet. So tight. I'd like to say what followed was precise, methodical love making, but that would be a lie. I gripped on to her body, and she onto mine, and I began thrusting into her hard and fast. This wasn't love, this wasn't even sex, this was fuckING.

I drove into her over and over, egged on by the chorus of yelps and gasps that punctuated each thrust. The way her thick voluptuous breasts shook and jiggled was mesmerizing. Her whole body was lighting up like a pinball machine.

"Fuck, your cock feels so good!" she shouted between ragged breaths. She pulled me close, letting my weight down on top of her, pushing her breasts into me. I slipped one hand behind her head, gripping her thick black hair, and another down under her ass as I pushed and pushed.

Her lips were right near my ear now, her cries going directly into my soul, and then I felt her teeth close on the lobe of my ear. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to tell me she was there.

This sent a jolt of arousal through my body and I felt my cock get even harder. If she kept that up I was surely done for, so I pulled on her dark mane, tipping her head back with an arch and a gasp.

Her whole long neck was exposed to me now, from her soft jawline down her smooth throat, over collar bone and chest right down to those perfect, jiggling breasts. My lips and tongue descended on her and lavished her skin with licks, kisses, and sucks.

Her head lolled back and forth, her body no doubt struggling to process the bombardment of sensations. She broke free from the hand in her hair, looked me in the eye, and desperately pleaded "Behind. Fuck me from behind."

I rolled off her immediately, slipping briefly out of her amazing cunt, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. A little squeal of delight escaped her lips as I pulled her up to her hands and knees. At the moment, I don't know what came over me, but without even thinking, in the heat of the moment, I gave Kerri's big, firm ass a hard slap.

She immediately shot her head over her shoulder, eyeing me, and for a moment I thought that was it. I thought I had fucked up. But the cocked eyebrow and the lusty smile she gave me sent a surge of reinvigoration into my cock and I quickly lined back up to her wet cunt and pushed back in.

The sensation was incredible for both of us and we moaned in unison. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin soon followed. I gripped her hips tightly as I threw my thick length into her, deep. Kerri's face dropped down into the sheets, and one arm shot out against the headboard to steady her trembling body.

Her cunt was magical, squeezing me in ways I had never experienced before, and I felt the white-hot coil inside me begin to tighten, the pressure begin to build. I wanted to cum so bad, I wanted to cum inside my friend's girlfriend, but I couldn't. Not yet. I had to stay strong. I was fucking her in a way I knew Mike never had, and I was determined to finish the job.

Kerri's moans and cries turned from throaty ejaculations into a series of loud, sharp "Oh!”and I knew we were in the home stretch.

"Oh; oh-oh; yes; yes; yes!" She chanted. "fuck Me; fuck Me; fuck Me!"

I obliged.

"oh fuck; oh; fuck; oh fuck; I'm CUMMING; I'm CUMMING; I'm; "

Kerri’s' body seized and shook, her face dropping hard into the pillows below her. I continued my pace, sweating and thrusting, fucking her for everything I was worth, but her rapturous orgasm was too much. I felt the sensation burst through my body and I cried out a loud "fuck!"

Even in her euphoric condition, Kerri didn't need any more information. "Yes; Yes; INSIDE Me; INSIDE Me!" she commanded, and my thrusting into her suddenly became Kerri thrusting back onto me. She was fucking me.

My fingers dug in deep on her ass. I pushed into her one, two, three more times, and then I exploded. My balls shuddered and squeezed, and my entire body pulsed in pleasure as I erupted hot cum into my friend's girlfriend.

Kerri's cunt milked every last drop out of my cock. Our bodies vibrated. Both of us drained, trying to calm our breaths, I slumped backward on the bed, my cock slipping out of her with a slight pop. A thick rivulet of our mingled juices trickled out after it.

I looked at Kerri, my friend's girlfriend, face down, ass up, with my cum running out of her swollen, fucked cunt, and wondered if I had made a huge mistake.

"Holy shit," Kerri said, "Holy shit, that was amazing." She collapsed forward onto the bed, staring back at me in disbelief. "That cock of yours is amazing."

"Thanks. Your cunt's pretty nice too."

There we lay, at opposite ends of the bed, in a moment of awkward silence. Were we both realizing the mistake we just made? Should I just get up and go, and pretend this never happened?

Kerri sat up, squeezing her arms together ever so slightly, to make sure her juicy tits were presented directly to me. "You think you can go again?"

My cock twitched.

We fell asleep tangled in each other's body after round two. It hadn't taken long for me to recover, faced with the opportunity of feeling her body for a second time, and pretty soon I felt those tight, slick walls spasm around me again, and I filled her up with a second big load.

I laid there awake the following morning, replaying the events of the night, and the past few months, in my head, when I felt Kerri stir. Her hand slithered up across my chest, and she met my gaze with a sleepy "Hey."

"Hey," I said back. Amazingly she was just as beautiful in the morning as she had been the night before.

We laid there quietly. It was clear we were both taking stock of what had just happened.

"I'm not sorry," she said finally, "I'm glad that it happened."

"It's not fair to Mike," I said quietly.

"He's already got one foot out the door, I can tell." Her nails scratched lazily against my chest. "We have a good time together, but he's got his eye on the future; on college. He knows this is an expendable relationship."

"So that makes it ok for you to cheat?"

"It doesn't make it right, but it doesn't make me feel guilty. Everything in our lives is about to reset in a couple months, and then pretty soon this whole summer is just going to be some half-forgotten memory. So why not enjoy it as much as we can?"

I felt Kerri's warm body nestle up to my side. I felt her breasts push into my arm.

"Thank you for last night. It was everything I needed," she said, followed by a slight chuckle, “and then some."

"Yeah, I think I needed it too."

Kerri's dancing hand started to move lower on my stomach. My cock twitched and began to grow.

"Think you might need it again?" she said with a sly smile.

I pulled the covers back, revealing my thickening cock to her.

"You tell me."

Her hand slipped down and grasped my shaft, and felt it grow in her hand.

"Oh yeah," she said, feeling it firmly, "Oh, I think we both do."

And with that, Kerri leaned in for a deep, wet kiss. Her hand stroked me slow, but with purpose, and soon I was rock hard for her once more. She threw her powerful leg over me, lined up my tip between her already slick lips, and took my full length inside her with a shudder and a moan.

Kerri began to slowly grind. We were in no rush this time, and she wanted to savor every sensation. I watched in awe as her body moved on top of mine, riding me, every undulation sending spikes of pleasure through my being.

She clearly had figured out I was a tit man, and she used this new information to great effect. She put on a show, squeezing them, shaking them, bending over to rub my face in them, to dip her nipples into my mouth, all the while fucking me with a smooth rhythm.

With her tits in my hand, and a nipple in my mouth, I felt Kerri begin to drive onto me even more deliberately. Taking my cock deeper. Rubbing her clit on my body harder. Her eyes closed, a lovely expression of wanton focus on her face, and soon the moans began. I concentrated on my work, squeezing and sucking while she took my thick length in and out, watching as her pleasure grew and grew. She was riding the edge, just teetering on the brink of orgasm. All she needed was a push.

Letting go of one breast I brought my open palm down hard on the cheek of her ass with a loud slap. She yelped in surprise, but then the flood gates opened. Her body convulsed, her moans grew louder and longer, and for the third time in one meeting I got to experience this Greek goddess cumming on my hard cock.

I took in the whole sight, so erotic, and somehow managed to not cum myself. Her body calmed down, her breath returned to normal, and she sat back, taking a moment to recuperate. A sleepy smile danced across her lips, and then soon her slow, rhythmic riding resumed.

"You know, I was just thinking something," she said languidly while slipping me in and out of her.

"Oh yeah?" I said, feeling a stir in my loins

"Yeah. Our deal."

I crinkled my brow in confusion, trying to focus on her words through the pure pleasure her body was giving me.

"Last night; you helped me cum, watched me do it, I got to see you cum too, that means you held up your end of the bargain. Seems to me I owe you a picture."

My eyes went wide and my cock surged. In all the excitement of the previous evening, I had almost forgotten the terms of our original deal; that if I helped her get off, she'd reward me with a picture, a picture of,

"I think I'm gonna need your help with it though," She put both her hands on my chest and bent over slightly, her arms pushing her tits out directly at me. "What do you say, Tim," she said with words like syrup, staring me directly in the eye, "will you cum on my face for me?"

My cock surged so hard it made Kerri let out a small gasp.

"Umm, you like that idea?" She said with a lusty smile, "you wanna cum for me? You wanna cum on my face?"

She could see her goading was working me up, and her thrusting hips began to pick up the pace. Her perfectly tight cunt milked me faster and faster as she continued her dirty taunts.

"Your cock is so hard, baby, I can feel it; you're gonna bust soon, aren't you?" My breath was getting out of control. "Are you gonna give it to me? I want it all over my face, baby!"

I grabbed Kerri's hips hard, and without ever disengaging, I flipped her over onto her back with a growl and began pounding into her hard.

"Fuck, yeah, that's it, baby, fuck me; fuck Me!" Kerri gasped and moaned as I gave her everything I had. This woman was summoning things from inside me I didn't even know I still had, and my body was buzzing, shaking with pleasure.

My knee slipped off the edge of the bed, so I repositioned, bringing both of my feet to the floor and dragging Kerri's wriggling body to the edge of the bed. I put both of her ankles up over my shoulders, and drove into her over and over, panting and groaning as I raced toward the edge.

"Gimme that cum, baby, I want it on my face! I want it in my mouth!" Her goading and pleading for me to paint her with my load was making my balls boil unlike anything I had felt in a long while. Busting two nuts in her the previous night had given me some staying power, but it was what she said next that put me over the edge. I don't know where it came from, I don't know why it did the trick, but when she grabbed my face with both hands and growled these words at me, it was all over:

"Give it to me; I want to wear your cum to church!"

I felt my cock surge harder than iron, and pulled out of her sweet cunt frantically. Knowing she only had seconds to make it work, Kerri slid off the bed to the floor. With nothing in my mind but the need to climax, I squeezed my cock hard and lurched toward her waiting body, her back pressed up against the bed.

My leg pressed into her, pinning her to the side of her mattress. My cock head was inches from her face, and without even a word, Kerri tipped her head back, splaying her thick black curls across the sheets.

My hand sped up and down my shaft like greased lightning. My body slumped forward, overcome by sensation, and I dropped a hand down to the bed into Kerri's curls. I was towering over her pinned body, stroking my cock inches from her captive face, about to use her as an object of pure lustful gratification. I felt her hands stroking the backs of my thighs.

"Fuck, fuck!" I grunted through clenched teeth. Kerri's breath came fast and heavy. Her eyes were wide with excitement and anticipation. She looked at me one last time, smiled, closed her eyes, and hung open her mouth.

I erupted.

Hot cum sprang out of the flexing head of my vibrating cock, leaving lewd, white streaks across Kerri's face. After what we had done the night before, I don't know how I managed such a load. The first strong spurts gave way to thick dribbles that pulsed out over my knuckles, onto her chin and into her mouth.

When the pulses stopped I stumbled backward and looked down at my work. Kerri's breasts heaved with heavy breath. "Wow, wow,” she said, processing the experience. Her hair was strewn everywhere, tousled and wild. She was a sexy, cummy mess.

Obviously this was not the first time I had cum on a girl's face, but somehow this was different. This wasn't the passionate expression of love and acceptance that I had felt with Stephanie, nor was it the exciting kink and fetish exploration that it was with Christine. This was more base. More lewd. More, dirty. Kerri had used me as a means to satisfy her carnal desires, and this was her telling me I was free to use her for the exact same purpose.

This whole experience had felt so wrong, so disrespectful, and that's exactly what made it so fucking hot.

"Get your phone" she finally said, pointing to my crumpled pants.

I reached for the device, opened the camera, and snapped multiple pictures of Kerri's cum-splattered visage. She made quite the show of it too, striking poses both playful and erotic, playing up both the silliness and the eroticism of what we had just done. My personal favorite was one of Kerri on her knees, back arched, breasts pressed up and out by her arms, shooting me a smoldering, semen-covered glare.

"Will that do it?" she said with a smirk, finally wiping herself down with a nearby crumpled t-shirt.

"Most definitely. That was amazing. You looked so hot."

"Can I see them?"

I hesitated for a moment, and then handed my open phone over to her. She excitedly hopped onto her bed, tucking her knees up beneath her. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she began flipping through the photos.

"Wow, you cum a lot, Tim," she said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry," I said reflexively, my dumb, insecure brain interpreting her words as some sort of criticism.

"Definitely do not apologize," she said, lounging back on her pillows, still admiring our handiwork as I gathered my clothes. "It was really fucking hot."

I smirked to myself as I put my shirt on.

To be continued in Part 16

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.