Tim needs Talia to take his mind off Tara.
By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
"Kerri, we need to talk," I weakly let out as she broke the kiss. She put her hands on my chest.
"Sure, we can talk," she said, liking her lips, "but don't you want to give me my birthday present first?"
Her lips and tongue pecked at my neck. Her fingers pressed into the bulge in the front of my pants. My long exhaled sigh was all the approval she needed.
I braced my hands against the sink and watched in horny helplessness as my Greek goddess sank to her knees in front of me.
Despite my best intentions, the heat began to take over. It started in my center and spread throughout my body like sinking into a warm bath.
I closed my eyes. Her fingers worked, my pants rustled, my belt jingled, and all at once my cock was free, standing straight and proud and desperate. Kerri's warm breath electrified the most sensitive skin on my body.
I'm sorry, Letty.
Kerri's lips closed gently on my shaft as she took me deeply into her mouth. Slowly, wetly, she drew them back to my tip, moaning softly as they slid along my length.
I opened my eyes and looked down. "Fuck, Kerri." She licked her lips and smiled at me.
Kerri leaned in close, closed her eyes, and rubbed my cock over her face, sighing as my thickness rolled and dragged across her cheeks and over her nose. Head cocked to the side, the weight of my cock lay on her cheek, and her tongue snaked out to tickle my balls. One hand came up to help her, feeding one of my thick balls into her sweet mouth. She suckled it, rolled it around, and then replaced it with the other.
My cock pulsed against the side of her face.
Freeing my balls from her mouth, the wet flat of her tongue dragged slowly up the underside of my length, flicking off the tip with just enough force to make it playfully bounce before Kerri's face.
Hands free, her open mouth wrangled my tip and took me back inside, wet and warm. She took me even deeper than before. She sucked. She bathed.
Her hands braced on my hips, there was only my cock and her mouth; her bobbing, stroking mouth; lips sliding up and down my length, up and down, at a patient, but determined pace.
My body was buzzing. My cock had never felt so hard. As the pure sensation began to overwhelm me, one hand reflexively reached for Kerri, grasping at her thick mane of bouncing, black curls. I grabbed, and quickly released, unsure of the amount of force I was using.
Sensing my trepidation, Kerri paused her worship, holding just my straining tip in her mouth. My hand, still unsure, hovered above her head. She looked up at me, narrowed her eyes. I felt her hand on my hand, and she drew it back to her head. Her other hand grabbed my other hand and brought it to the other side of her head.
On fire with lust, I gripped hard at her mane. Deep, ragged breaths sucked in and out of my body. Kerri never broke eye contact, and nodded. The fire rose inside me. I began to push. And pull. And thrust. And return.
Kerri closed her eyes and moaned in delight as I began to fuck her face.
I began gently, barely able to hold back my lust. The squeezing pressure at the base of my brain wanted me to unleash myself and animalisticly fuck her mouth the way I would have fucked her cunt, the way I fucked Letty's mouth, but I didn't want to hurt or scare her.
It was the feeling of her hands sliding up the back of my legs to my ass, however, that told me what she wanted. On each inward thrust I felt her pull me toward her with more and more force. She wanted me to know I wasn't going to break her.
I obliged.
Reasserting my grip on her thick curls, I held her face steady and with an almost animalistic growl I sank my cock into Kerri's mouth deep and hard.
I doubled my pace. I wasn't fully unleashing my full force, but I was definitely giving her what she wanted; I was using her mouth. I fucked at her face, almost forgetting there was a person attached to it. Her lips and tongue tried to keep up, but soon they conceded that they were both at the mercy of my thick, thrusting cock, and let me run them over.
Saliva spilled freely from Kerri's mouth, soaking my cock and dripping to the floor between us. I grunted loudly with each push into her gorgeous face. She gripped my hips, squeezing and moaning as she accepted each deep piston. I could feel her throat begin to suckle at my tip on my deepest thrusts.
I was starting to lose control. I was taking my frustrations, with Mandy, with Tara, with Christine, with Kerri herself, out on this girl's sweet mouth.
The pressure built and built to a fever pitch; the thrusting, the grunting, the sucking; and then, as if we both knew things needed to cool off, I released my grip on Kerri's mane, and I felt her push my hips back to the sink, popping my cock all the way out of her mouth with a spray of saliva.
We both sucked and gasped for air, me slumped back against the sink, my slick cock still standing sky high, Kerri hunched over, hands on her knees, the long slurp of loose saliva accenting the moment.
"Fuck, Tim; Fuck," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry, did I;"
"No, not at all," she said, cutting me off, "I've never had someone fuck my face before; that was fucking Hot."
After a shared chuckle Kerri leaned back onto her heels and smiled. She never took her eyes off me while her hands drifted up to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one, revealing her thick, fuckable cleavage inch by precious inch, still rising and falling deliciously as she continued to catch her breath.
Once the full bloom of her chest was in view, Kerri reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra, spilling out the full flesh of her olive melons, her nipples hard and straining. Kerri squeezed her arms together, causing her impressive tits to overflow, presenting them to me, and then suddenly there was nothing in my world except for this girl, those tits, and my cock.
Sitting up on her knees so her cleavage was the same level as my straining dick, Kerri looked down, and drooled a long, thick trail of saliva into the deep crevice of her breasts.
"Fuck my tits, Tim," she exclaimed breathily, and quickly leaned forward, wrapping her fleshy mountains around me.
I pushed, but there was resistance. Kerri drooled another thick stream of saliva between her tits to assist. I felt it slap the head of my cock, coating it. It was warm. It was her.
I pushed again. No resistance, just slick, welcoming flesh.
"Do it, Tim; fuck my tits."
I did as she requested. It was her birthday after all.
Her thick, slippery globes sent shivers through my body as my hips thrust and bucked, sending my hard cock up through her tight cleavage. Kerri smiled as my tip started to crest the surface of her pillowy depths, peaking out at the apex of each push.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, that's so good," She cooed. She bounced slightly with each push, aiding my journey, fucking me with her tits as much as I was fucking them. "Aren't my tits so nice and soft? Doesn't it feel so good to fuck my big tits?"
"Oh fuck;” My body was starting to buzz, the sweet friction of her tits and the pressure from her slick sternum building the fire inside me. My mouth began to hang slack-jawed. My breath got ragged.
Kerri's smile beamed. More saliva prepared my way. Her tits were glistening with saliva and precum. My cock pushed through them, at a determined pace. My balls began to seize.
"That's it, baby," Kerri cooed. I stopped pushing, overcome by the sensation, but Kerri's pace never ceased. She took over, sliding her fat tits up and down my slick, vibrating shaft in complete control of my pleasure. "Give it to me; give me my present, I want it all over these fucking tits."
"Oh god; oh my fucking God!" I gripped the sink tightly; so tight I thought it might shatter; as my entire existence seemed to rush out through the head of my cock. Kerri kept stroking me as my tip flared, my balls lurched, and thick, white hot lava erupted from between that sweet, mesmerizing split on her chest.
Kerri laughed a joyous laugh as I began to spurt. My cum arced out, licking the base of her neck, grasping at her collar bone, blooming like a lewd bouquet of flowers across the tops of her pumping breasts, and finally pooling around my trembling cock gloriously trapped between them.
I heaved and huffed while Kerri gently massaged me through the final pulses of my orgasm. Her hands left her cum-splattered tits, my cock slipping out a sticky mess. I looked down, surveying my work. Kerri was elated, almost glowing, basking in the mess of a job well done. She looked so hot covered in my cum; maybe I was being too hasty. Why would I ever want to give this up?
Leaning over, she grabbed a hand towel. I took one last look at my messy masterpiece, expecting her to wipe her canvas clean, so I was surprised when she draped the towel around my sticky, spent cock and stood up.
Kerri's focus was on the bathroom mirror behind me as I wiped myself down. There was a twinkle in her eye and a lusty smile pulling at her lips.
She was admiring her handiwork.
"Oh my God, Tim," she said with a slight chuckle, "well done; well fucking done."
"I'm pretty sure that was all you, Kerri," I laughed. Finishing my clean up I offered her the towel.
"No, I'm good," she said, never taking her eyes off her cummy reflection.
"Are you sure? There's; a lot."
"I know, that's what I wanted!"
"Um.” there I was, confused again.
"Tim, after the last time we were together, when Mike was fucking me with your cum still inside me; it was the absolute hottest thing I'd ever experienced. And then when I felt him cumming, and I knew I had cum from both of you inside me; I exploded. It was the biggest orgasm I ever had."
"Oh, wow," I said, taken aback slightly by how much she enjoyed it.
"It was so wrong, so dirty; I felt like such a fucking whore, and I fucking Loved it." Kerri slipped the cups of her bra back up over her sticky tits. "I knew Mike was going to get shitfaced tonight, and I know later on he's going to try and fuck me, so I thought to myself, 'It's my birthday, why not be a little naughty; it's just going to make the sex that much better!' And Tim, let me tell you; I can already tell it's working."
"Oh yeah?" I said, not quite as enthusiastic about it all as she was.
"Oh yeah." She smiled. Her hands began buttoning up her shirt, closing the fabric over her cum-splattered tits. "I'm gonna go downstairs and get back to my birthday party, and no one is going to know that for the rest of the night I'm secretly going to have your thick, wonderful cum all over my tits. And after everyone leaves, when Mike fucks me tonight, or more likely tomorrow morning, he's going to have no idea I've got another guy's dried jizz all over me, and Tim it is going to make me cum so fucking hard."
My eyes ticked down and caught the glimmer of a thick strand of my cum that clung to her neck, visible above the buttoned neck line of her shirt.
"You've got some; on your neck there."
"I know," she said with a dirty smile, "I want everyone to wonder."
Kerri leaned in and kissed me.
"Thank you for an amazing birthday present," She said, cupping my face with her hand. "I'll see you back down there."
She winked, slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left alone, my pants splayed open, my softening cock still exposed.
Thoughts passed through my mind as I put myself back together. Kerri had just milked an epic orgasm out of my balls, and at that very second was downstairs at the party secretly wearing my spunk like a necklace. I should have felt great. It should have turned me on; but at that moment, all I felt was used.
Making my way down stairs I scanned the party. No sign of Mandy and Eric. They must have still been going at it. Once again, I had just blasted a thick load over a pair of fantastic tits, but I was more concerned with the fact that a girl I barely knew was upstairs enjoying a cock that wasn't mine.
I turned and saw Kerri, Mike's drunken arms around her, indiscreetly groping her perfect ass. Kerri and he chatted with fellow partiers, and I noticed Kerri couldn't stop fidgeting with the buttons on her shirt.
Mike leaned in and kissed her deep. She returned the kiss with equal passion. She was clearly turned on. I watched his tongue work its way around the inside of her mouth; a mouth that only moments before had been wrapped around my cock; a mouth that had drooled uncontrollably as I fucked it.
I walked over to Kerri, who was still smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and leaned in close to her ear so she could hear me over the din of the music.
"Enjoy yourself tonight, but know that it's over. That was the last time. Happy Birthday."
Her smile deflated a bit as I walked away, but quickly returned to save face as I made my exit.
I said my goodbyes to some former classmates and made my way home, quickly tumbling into bed. I noted some loud music and laughter seeping its way through the floor from Sandy and Don's unit upstairs, but it didn't hinder my ability to pass out from sheer emotional exhaustion.
I was sad, it was true; Our sex had been electric; almost dangerous. I was going to miss that body, those breasts, her tender lips. And her cunt; good lord.
But life has to go on, and so I fell asleep with zero romantic prospects, wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the summer.
The next morning I got up early; I was meeting Sarah for a run. A lot still on my mind, I floated through the apartment mindlessly and made my way toward the exterior front door. It was at that moment I heard the door to Sandy and Don's unit shut, and felt the soft sounds of careful footsteps descending the stairs.
It was early, but the prospect of seeing a friendly face appealed to me, so I turned to greet whichever one it was as they reached the joint landing.
As they came into view my stomach dropped. It was a friendly face alright, just not one I had been expecting: Hair messed up, lipstick slightly smeared, boots in her hand, my smile turned to shock as I stared straight into the face of my best friend Tara.
If you had told me a few months ago that one day I'd be parked in a corner of The Spot with my cock in the mouth of a very eager and willing girl, and that my mind would be on literally anything else besides the blow job I was getting, I would have called you insane.
But there I was.
It wasn't even a bad blow job, either. She was unrefined and inexperienced, but what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm.
She liked sucking my cock. And truth be told I liked getting my cock sucked by her. I liked fucking her too. And yet for the first time in my sexual life, the sex I was having was completely detached from emotional connection. She was a beautiful, sexy girl, and she was getting pretty good at making me cum, and yet; my mind was always elsewhere. Frankly it was hard for it not to be after;
Let's back up a bit.
I had just broken off the affair I was having with my friend's girlfriend Kerri. I had been feeling weird about it already, but it was the used and discarded feeling I felt after she tit-fucked me into cumming on her chest at her birthday party that put me over the edge. She had done it because she wanted to feel extra dirty when she fucked her boyfriend later on, not because she had any real feelings for me.
And who could blame her, honestly? We weren't falling in love, we were having an affair. It was on me that I was starting to get jealous, starting to get attached, and I had the sense to know that meant I needed to get out before I really got hurt.
It was a discouraging party all around, all things considered.
I had had my second encounter with Kerri's cousin Mandy, the bubbly blonde with the big fake tits, however this time she brought someone with her. She apparently had been dating someone, and amazingly of all the people in the world it happened to be Eric, Christine's ex. I had no idea how they met, or how long they had been together, but I was sure they had been sleeping together. I was extra sure when I happened upon them in Kerri's room, where I saw the beginnings of what I have to assume was an exquisite blow job Mandy was performing on Eric. The fact that by the time I left the party they still hadn't reappeared told me everything I needed to know.
But before all that, before the tit-fucking, before watching Mandy sink to her knees in front of Eric, my biggest disappointment of the night came in the form of Tara. I had been so looking forward to talking to her, to patching things up, to getting back to being best friends.
Technically we Had patched things up, but it was not nearly the way I had hoped.
We talked, and there was no ill-will between us, but something was different. Tara wasn't concerned with what had happened with us because she clearly had moved on to something new.
From the certain glow she seemed to have, and the way she left the party early, something told me it was possibly someone new.
I was jealous. I had chosen an adulterous affair over a possible relationship with my best friend, and now I felt like I had blown it.
It didn't' help coming home to an empty house that night and hearing my upstairs neighbors Sandy and Don clearly having a good time entertaining. I knew they were swingers, I knew they were wild, and I was jealous that they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but me. And I only had myself to blame.
It was the next morning, however, that sent me careening off the edge.
I got up early, preparing myself to meet my next door neighbor Sarah for a run, when I ran into someone coming down from Sandy and Don's unit. Someone clearly doing the early morning walk of shame.
Someone I knew very well.
Tara.
She stopped hard in her tracks when she saw me. Her eyes wide as saucers.
"I; what; Tara, why are you;” I stammered, my brain refusing to compute the information being input.
"Tim; I, uh; you see;” She stammered in return, equally as flustered, equally as unprepared.
I was in shock. I couldn't figure out what she was doing at my house so early, and especially couldn't figure out why she was coming down from Sandy and Don's. But then slowly the answer poured over me like molasses. Her mussed up hair, her smeared makeup, her boots in her hands;
We both knew what Sandy and Don were into. We both saw their home sex tapes; we had enjoyed them together. Tara enjoyed them enough to abscond with one to enjoy on her own. She seemed very taken by Sandy and Don. Very interested. Very; aroused.
I saw my best friend begin to blush as she registered my revelation.
"Tara, did you; with Don; and Sandy?"
"Could we; fuck; could we maybe not talk about this right now?
"Hey, what's going on, guys?" The bright voice cascaded over us as Sarah approached, ready for a run. Sarah, my longest crush. Sarah, Tara's ex-girlfriend.
Neither Tara nor I could find the words.
"Guys?" Sarah inquired again, her brow crinkled in confusion.
Images flooded my mind. Conjecture, speculation, images of acts. Experiences. There were a hundred possibilities of what had happened the night before, but only one I knew for sure, only one I just straight up blurted out.
"Tara fucked Steph's parents!"
There was a long silence between the three of us that felt like hours but was really probably only moments.
"You What?" Sarah finally said, aghast.
"I" Tara tried to start, but that was as far as she got.
"Tell me it's not true, Tara. Go ahead," I said.
Tara's eyes dropped, embarrassed, but then a sudden resolve came over her, as though she was backed into a corner.
"And So What if it Is?" she blurted out, "since when is it up to you; either of you; who it is I fuck?
"Oh my God," was all I could muster. I thought back to the recent times previous when I thought I heard Tara's voice dripping down through the floorboards into my unit. I thought back to what Sarah had said about seeing her leave the house early a number of times, and then I knew. "This wasn't the first time, either, was it?"
"Listen, if you ever want to have an Adult conversation, maybe we can talk about this, Tim; but until then, it's none of your fucking business." The bile she spit was only for me; all she mustered for Sarah was a sad glance, one that was reciprocated, and then Tara was gone.
"Holy;" Sarah began, stunned, “what the fuck just happened?"
"I need to go for a run. Alone, I think."
I took off, trying to put as much distance between myself and my house as fast as I could. I ran hard, trying to focus on anything but the images burning themselves into my brain. Images that made me simultaneously mad and horny.
Anger, jealousy, and horniness swirled in my mind like a blender. I knew what Sandy and Don were into; I’d seen it first hand; and I couldn't shake the thoughts of what they might have done with Tara. Had she eaten Sandy's pussy while Don fucked her from behind? Had Sandy eaten hers? Had Don fucked her in the ass? Had she swallowed his cum? Had he cum on her face? Had they taken a video of it?
The worst part was, I wasn't sure which of these possibilities was causing my anger or my jealousy. Was I mad Tara had fucked Steph's parents; or was I jealous? And was I jealous that they got to experience Tara; or that Tara got to experience Sandy?
And finally, was I mad she had done it? Or was I mad she hadn't told me about it?
I made it to my halfway point faster than I ever had, and I came to a rushed halt, heaving and gasping, trying to process all this new info.
"Jesus, you're fast when you're upset," I heard from behind me. It was Sarah. She had followed me.
"I said I wanted to; "
"I know what you said, but I think I deserve to know what's going on. You're not the only one with an intimate connection to Tara, you know. Or Steph."
I grumbled. She was right. She deserved to know what was going on.
"Sigh; Tara and I;” I began, actively trying to figure out how to condense it all down, “we discovered that Steph's parents, Don and Sandy, are swingers."
"Wow, really?" Sarah said, instantly intrigued, "Steph never said anything!"
"I honestly don't think she knows. They keep it pretty quiet, but Tara and I stumbled onto some of their home movies."
"I see," Sarah said, "did anyone join them that you recognized?"
"I;” My mind flashed to Brian cumming in Sandy's mouth. My mind flashed to my step mother Kelly getting double penetrated while Sandy filmed it. “no, not that we saw. Tara and I watched the videos and; "
"Go on," Sarah encouraged
"Well, we had a moment."
"A moment?"
"A moment."
"When was this moment?" She said, crossing her arms across her beautiful pale breasts. I knew why she had the sudden shift in demeanor.
"It was after you guys broke up, don't worry. In fact that was why it was only a moment."
"What do you mean?" I watched her soften
"Well, you were right about one thing; there's nothing I'd like more than to be with Tara. But if that's ever going to happen, it has to be for the right reasons. Not as a; rebound."
"I see."
"I told Tara that, and she didn't take it well. She stormed off and I didn't speak to her again until Kerri's birthday last night, where she told me it was all water under the bridge and that she was in a 'really good place.' And then today I found out that 'really good place' was right above my head, upstairs, being the third for a very horny married couple."
"Why would she do that? To get back at Steph somehow?" Sarah said, confused.
"Maybe, but I doubt it. She seemed really into them when we watched the videos; she even stole one to watch on her own. I can't believe she would do this!"
There was a long silence as Sarah took it all in.
"Well, she was right, you know," she finally said, "she's an adult; who she sleeps with isn't any of your business. Or mine."
"I know," I said, starting to cool down, "it's just; it's a lot."
"I know," she said, touching my arm, "I loved her too. Maybe if we talked to her; "
"You can talk all you want, Sarah, I'm; I need some time. Some space."
She nodded her head, and I ran off back toward the house.
It would be quite a while before Tara and I talked about what happened.
I needed a distraction, and I needed one quick.
The summer was starting to wind down, and I began to realize I had spent almost all of it getting tortured by every girl I knew.
Now don't get me wrong, I had enjoyed myself, had enjoyed the wonderful experiences and orgasms they gave me, but as I looked back on my summer of sex, I realized that I never felt in control.
My boss Letty had broken me down only to build me back up, and sent me off down the path of gaining some control, but I wasn't there yet.
I had taken initiative and fucked Gina in the break room
I had ended things once and for all with Kerri.
But these were just baby steps. I realized I was still at the emotional whim of Tara, and I needed a clean break.
But who would be the target of my lust?
Having a coffee by myself at the local coffee shop, I thought about other girls from my graduating class, girls I would love to fuck, but the opportunity wasn't there.
Then it hit me. My mind drifted back to the day I was shopping with my stepmother Kelly, and there in my mind's eye was the perfect object of attraction: curvy, big breasts, wicked smile; the girl who said she could give me what Christine couldn't: Christine's friend from her school's bible study club, Talia.
Running into her at the store she had all but said she was a sure thing, and even forced her number into my phone. A number I stared at in the "new message" screen of my text messages.
Talia was perfect, but this was not a foolproof plan. On the one hand, I knew how freaky church girls could get, and Talia seemed to imply she was willing to go even farther than Rachel or Christine had. But on the other hand, Talia was Christine's friend, which meant that the chances of running into her were non-zero, and the chance that Christine would frown on what Talia and I got up to were even higher.
I debated, I weighed the pros and cons, but of course my horniness and new found confidence won out; I was determined for once in my life to make the first move.
I pulled out my phone, and sent Talia an opening salvo text message.
"Hey there," I sent. It was not my best work.
I waited, trying not to admit I was nervous that I had already blown it. Finally those three bubbles started to appear.
"Hey yourself."
Now what? I instantly started to panic. She clearly wasn't going to give me anything, and I clearly had no plan. I tried to think of ways to break the ice, to suggest we hang out in a non-creepy manner, but nothing was coming to me. I scanned the events board of the coffee shop desperate for any ideas. Thankfully my eyes locked on to a flier for a fireworks show coming up in just a few days, and scrambled to type my reply
"So I'm going to this fireworks show this weekend, and wouldn't you know it, the person I was going with backed out. Any interest in joining me?"
My heart almost stopped as I waited for a reply. I know it was extremely low stakes, and it was just asking a girl out, and I supposedly had all this newfound confidence, but I was still an 18 year old guy trying to get a date with a girl. It was nerve wracking.
Finally those bubbles returned.
"That sounds like fun."
I took my first breath in what felt like minutes.
The bubbles returned again.
"What should I wear?"
This felt like bait. And I took it, hook line and sinker.
"Something easy access ;)"
I had never been that forward with a girl I had just met before. My heart was pounding while my cock thickened in my pants.
The bubbles
"Not a problem ;)"
My cock twitched. I was very much looking forward to the weekend.
The week dragged on, and I felt like I spent the time with a constant erection. My mind repeatedly drifted to Talia, to her plump breasts and her thick hips. Christine had mentioned she had been too much woman for their horn dog friend Denny, and I couldn't stop speculating on what that meant. How many guys had she fucked? Had she done anal? How many guys had slipped their cocks between those beautiful tits. How did she feel about facials?
I didn't know it then, but I'd get those answers sooner than later; and they wouldn't be the answers I expected at all.
When the night finally rolled around, I actually put some effort into my appearance for once. I thought I did pretty well too, as my step mother Kelly made sure to remark on it before I left the house. Alex had already left and Kelly and Brian were making dinner in the kitchen. There was a certain glow of anticipation to them as I began my exit, and I had to assume it was because they were going to have the house to themselves that night. I wondered how long they'd wait after I left to fuck. I wondered if they'd even make it out of the kitchen.
Thankfully the fireworks were being held in the next town over, which was perfect as it was a neutral area between my town and Talia's town. The chances of running into people we knew were a lot lower. Even still, as I made my way through the throng that was heading toward the football field where the event would take place, I found myself on high alert.
Talia told me she'd meet me at the foot of the gazebo across the street. There were kids of all high school ages loitering around the base, passing cigarettes, trying to be cool, and it didn't take me long to find where she was standing; I just had to head toward the gathering of boys.
Turning the corner I found Talia holding court with some enthusiastic young men hanging on her every word. She was playful, teasing, flirting, and they were all smitten with her. I didn't blame them, either; she was a firecracker, and she looked stunning.
A knee-length, ruffled, summer dress, buckled at the waist, was draped over the delicious curves of her body. The neckline plunged, giving her horny new friends a perfect look at her deep cleavage and the tops of her thick breasts that sat high and mighty on her chest.
I smiled; deep neckline, short dress. Easy access. Nice.
She met my smile with one of her own, waved, and then broke all the boys hearts by saying her goodbyes and bouncing off towards me. All these guys wanted her, but she wanted me. It made me feel good. It made me feel confident.
She greeted me with a hug, and I pulled her in for a deep kiss. I felt her stiffen in surprise at first, but then quickly she melted into me and our tongues met in each other's mouth.
"Well, well, well" she said, pulling away finally, "and to think the fireworks haven't even started yet."
I just smiled. She broke the hug, took me by the hand, and with a "let's go!" I followed her lead and we trotted off toward the football field.
The event came with a sort of makeshift carnival atmosphere, with food trucks and cheap light up toy vendors scattered around the perimeter. Talia and I walked and chatted, buying a fried dough to share.
"I thought you were a lost cause, you know," she said, pulling a puffy piece from the pastry, "figured I came on a little too strong for you at the store that day."
"It was a little unexpected, yeah."
"Not as unexpected as that kiss."
"I couldn't resist," I chuckled, "you just looked; extremely kissable."
"Is that why you finally called me?" She asked, fingering the piece of dough in her hand, "because you need someone to kiss?"
"No, not at all," I began, trying not to fumble, "I mean you are, but it's not why; "
She stopped and pulled me close to her. Her lips pressed into mine. They tasted like powdered sugar.
"It's ok, Tim," she said, licking her lips as she broke our kiss, "so do I." Our lips collided again. Our tongues arched and dove together like waves.
Instructions to take our seats, as the show was about to begin, came booming over the P A system.
"We should probably find a spot to; settle" I said between smacking lips.
"I know the perfect place," she said with a mischievous smile, and led me by the hand once again.
We moved against the crowd, passing through the entryway, crossing the street, heading up the stairs of the big gazebo. It was dark and empty. I saw Talia's face shimmer for a moment as the first firework went up into the sky.
I kissed her again. My hands touched the cool, exposed skin of her thick thighs. I took in all the curves of her body. Up her thighs, around her plump ass, and then her breasts. Oh lord, those breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed.
"Wait," she said suddenly, stopping me with gasping breath, "I have something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" I said as empathetically as my hard cock would allow.
"I've; never done this before."
"Never in public you mean?"
"No," she said, looking away, "I mean never; at all."
"Never had sex?"
"Never had; anything. I've only ever kissed."
I looked at her as the next fireworks started going up. Their light exposed a lusty look on Talia's face.
"Do you want more?" I said, watching the tops of her breasts rise and fall quickly above the neckline of her dress.
The burning light of the fireworks illuminated her nodding head. She never took her eyes off me
"Are you sure?" I said, my hand sliding back up her body slowly
"I want it all, Tim. I want it all right now." Talia's hands slowly made their way up under her own dress, and with a shake and a bend, she removed her panties and dangled them on one finger in front of me.
Our lips crashed back together, the sky cracking and burning above us. We moved as one toward the high lip of the gazebo until it pressed into her backside. The perfect height. Her legs spread instinctively, welcoming me between them, shifting her dress higher and higher. I felt her pussy press against my hip. Talia's head lolled back and I kissed her neck, the light from the fireworks spraying us with sharp stabs of multicolored light.
I squeezed her bountiful tits. I pulled at the neckline of her dress, and with a gasp and a crack of airborne light, their smooth, virgin skin was exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples were hard; desperate. I took one in my mouth.
I thought Talia was going to scream.
I sucked and I squeezed, teasing both her sensitive tips with my lips and tongue. I pushed my trapped, hard cock tightly against her body. She was a mess of gasping breath. Her hands started grasping at my pants, trying to get them out of the way.
My hand slipped down between us, between her legs, and my fingers were met by immense moisture. Slick, ready, boiling hot. I dipped my fingers in. I watched Talia's body heave at the sensation.
"Oh my god," she moaned as my fingers gently rolled around her pussy, "oh my god."
I smiled. I stepped back. I took in the sight before me shown in glimpses of bright, colored light cast from the sky: Christine's friend Talia, the busty, bawdy Korean girl, perched on the edge of the gazebo with her big tits out, her legs spread wide and her pussy dripping for me.
My hands went to my pants. First the belt, then the button, then the zipper, and then relief as my thick, hard cock was freed.
"Oh, wow," Talia croaked between gasps.
"You're sure you want this?" I said, holding my erection.
"Yes," she said. Her breasts pulsating with deep, ragged breaths
I stepped forward. I pressed my flared tip into her velvety juice, teasing her. "Say it. Say what you want."
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hands wildly roaming over my body, overwhelmed by sensation, "I want your cock; oh my god, I want your fucking cock; fuck me; please!"
Talia's legs arched up around me. I pushed; slowly. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth hung open in silent surprise as I entered her. She was tight; God, she was tight; but I met no resistance. A slow, agonizing push. A slide back. A readjustment. A deeper push. I felt our pubic bones touch and I knew I was all the way in.
"Are you ok?" I said, cradling the side of her face with my hand. Her clenched eyes opened dreamily, looking directly at me. She nodded.
I kissed her. She moaned strongly into my mouth as I slowly drew my cock back then pushed into her slowly again. And again. And again.
With each stroke she became more used to my size, and soon I wasn't just penetrating her, she was taking me. Every new push a little easier, a little faster, and soon I found a steady rhythm. Talia's lips were locked onto mine. I had one hand cradling her head, the other gripping one of those thick thighs, and with the sky exploding behind us in bright, blinding colors, I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her.
Her lips popped off mine with a gasp, and I felt her breath coming fast and hot just by my ear. Breathy, labored whispers of "Oh, wow; oh, wow;” accompanied moans and squeals as her body experienced its first cock.
Her pussy was magnificent. Welcoming me in gladly and not quite wanting me to leave, pleasure coursed through me. Building. Mounting. Becoming nearly irresistible.
I looked down at the electric body beneath me and took in the moment. Here I was, not so far removed from my own virginity, using everything I had learned in the past few months to give this girl as much pleasure as my cock could muster. Judging by the way her body responded to my thrusts, I have to say I was doing a pretty good job.
My hand slipped between us. My fingers rolled around our juicy, mingled parts. When I found her clit she went off like a joy buzzer. Body wriggling, gripping at me, pleasure becoming more than she could handle.
I saw her mouth hang open in a lusty trance. The fireworks cast light across the tops of her considerable breasts, exposed lewdly over her dress, that shook hypnotically every time I bottomed out inside her.
I groaned. Talia's eyes opened, looking directly at mine with pure sexual desperation. A smile pulled at the corners of her hung open mouth.
She came. And so did I.
I didn't even have time to ask if she was on the pill, it came on so quickly. An electric shock through my body, deep sudden gasps, a groan of release, and my cock began to throb and spasm inside Talia's virgin pussy, filling her with hot, thick cum.
"Oh wow; oh, wow;” she chanted again, overwhelmed by the experience of mutual orgasm, of having a man cum inside her for the first time. Her whole body was wrapped around me, pulling me close, a warm comforting ocean rocking me with pleasure. It felt good to be with a girl free from drama, free from subterfuge, free from condition.
We kissed once more. The bright, booming sky light up like mid-day as the fireworks displayed their grand finale. The crowd applauded. It was like they were applauding us as we melted together.
The lights faded, the crowd went home, and Talia and I relaxed together on the floor of the gazebo, basking in what we had just done.
"That was really your first time?" I said, feeling Talia's body pressed into mine, her hand lazily pawing at my chest
"Is that so hard to believe? I am a 'Good Christian Girl,' after all."
I chuckled. I knew about Good Christian Girls. Talia would fit right in with them.
"Well you were just so; assertive; "
"I'm not naive, Tim," she said with a chuckle of her own, "I know how I look; so sue me if I like to tease. I know what guys want; and I know what I want."
"And what do you want?"
"I want to go to college as an experienced woman; and I'd love it if you showed me how." she said breathlessly.
"I don't know if there's much more to learn after what we just did," I chuckled.
"Sure there is; yours was the first penis I've ever seen in real life. I have a lot to learn about it."
"Wait, what?" I said, turning toward her sharply.
"It's true."
"Tonight?"
"Yep."
"You've never even seen a cock before tonight, let alone touched one; and you let me fuck you?"
"I told you I was a virgin!" she said with a laugh, "and it's not for lack of trying, trust me."
"What about Denny?" I said, still trying to wrap my mind around this revelation.
"Denny was all talk. I thought he might be the one, based on his bragging, but he's all hot air. Came in his pants the first time we made out. That's why he turned his sights toward Christine; he knew he'd never have to worry about her getting anywhere near his dick."
I snorted. If only she knew how much Christine enjoyed getting near dick;
"So; why me?" I said, placing my hand over hers, feeling her skin on mine.
"I could tell by the way you were with Christine that you're the kind of guy who pays attention to a girl's needs." she said before adding "and it didn't hurt that you're pretty cute." We both laughed. I felt her hand slide down toward my belt. "And now that I know what you're packing; well I think I made the right choice."
I moaned slightly, remembering how amazing her pussy had felt around me.
"So you've; never touched a cock before?"
"Never. Or not with my hands, I should say," she said, stroking my chest, but never taking her eyes off my crotch, "considering what we just did."
"I see;” I mused, doing some considering of my own. Here was a hot, horny, (former) virgin, with curves for days, and thick pillowy lips, asking me to introduce her to the world of sex. To be her teacher. To be her first everything. We didn't even have to say it, we both knew this wasn't a long term thing, it was purely an end of summer thing. Finally; a girl who wanted me for me, with no strings and no weird hang ups or conditions. How could I refuse? "How'd you like to change that?"
My cock, revitalized, was raising, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. Talia's answer came in the form of her hand slowly sliding down my torso until she stopped at the waistband of my shorts. I sensed a bit of hesitation on her part.
"It's ok, go ahead; take it out."
Fingers slipped below the band, then her whole hand. Tips brushed my shaft, and then she lifted the fabric and pushed it down. My newly hard cock bobbed into view. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"I can't believe I had all of this inside me."
"It won't bite, you know," I teased.
She giggled nervously, then gently wrapped her hand around my shaft. We both sighed. Without even telling her what to do, Talia started to lazily stroke me.
"Tim," she began, entranced, "You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."
"I thought you'd never seen one before!" I jokingly answered.
"I'd never seen one in person; I've seen them before," she said, almost breathless, "I've seen porn."
"Oh yeah?" I groaned, intrigued, "is that what good church girls do when they're left alone?"
"Mm hmm; I watch, and I learn things; "
"Well then; why don't you show me what you've learned?"
My hand stroked her hair gently as she started stroking, gaining confidence. The night air was cool, the park was quiet, and the only sounds were of Talia stroking my cock, giving her very first hand job. I gave her tips where she needed them, but honestly it wasn't often. She was gentle and attentive when necessary, and more firm when I needed it.
The excited cooing in my ear with each twitch and throb, and the sheer excitement of being this church girl's first cock was more than I could handle, and soon my body shook, my breath got short, and Talia's virgin hands made me cum.
Three strong shots, followed by a pulse and ebb of whatever I had left dripped down over her knuckles.
"Yeah; yeah; yeah;" she whispered in approval. There was a delighted smile on her face.
My orgasm subsided, our bodies calmed down, and then there was just the two of us and the night.
"So what do you think?" I inquired.
"I think;” she began after a long pause, “ I think next time I'd like to do that with my mouth."
And boy did she.
The next time we met up was not even two days later. We got lucky; her parents and younger sister were gone, and so there I found myself in a living room I didn't recognize, with a girl I hardly knew between my legs enthusiastically running her pillowy lips all over my cock, giving her first ever blow job.
She was eager to learn, and I was happy to teach.
When I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, I got a loud, lusty moan of approval. I lolled my head back, smiling to myself, not believing this situation, gripped her shoulder with my hand, and with a gasp and a groan fulfilled her desire. I remember that cute grimace and the accompanying tensing of the body that seems to accompany a mouthful of cum, then watched her relax as she got used to it.
When we were finished, she popped up with a gasp, another big smile on her face. She had swallowed my cum without question, and was reveling in her accomplishment. I helped her celebrate by pushing her back onto the couch and eating her out for the first time. Her moaning chants of "oh wow, oh wow," as I brought her to orgasm signaling another thing checked off her list.
Her parents' arrival back home put an end to that night, but it wasn't long until we got together again; this time we had all the time in the world, and Talia was determined to get a good long study session in.
"I want you inside me so bad," she growled into my ear as we made out, and then practically dove head first at my cock. Soon I was back between those lips, and Talia was taking her time, slurping on me delightfully and learning all the ways to please a man. Every time I gasped or backed her off I could see a smile creep onto her face; new knowledge gained, new knowledge put to use.
I wanted to reward her hard work, however, and soon I guided her off me, turned her around, bending her over on the couch. She was absolutely drenched. Thankfully this time she assured me she was on birth control, and I happily lined myself up, coated my cock with her thick, silky juices, and with great relish became the first man to push into her tight pussy from behind.
I fucked her hard and good, each of her unbridled moans and yelps motivating me and making me grin like an idiot. This time we had time, and this time I wanted to take her around the world. I introduced her to a number of different positions, and I felt her pussy spasm and cum on my cock while her ankles were over my shoulders.
Despite the protection, I had further plans for her pussy, so when I felt the urge become unbearable, I pulled my cock out and sprayed my cum in long thick tracks over Talia's belly and up between her tits.
"Oh, wow," came the familiar refrain, this time followed by "that was so fucking hot!" I smiled, kissed her, and then went down and licked her sweet, fucked pussy to another orgasm while my jizz cooled on her skin.
"I gotta say, for a virgin, you can handle my cock pretty well," I said as we cuddled in the afterglow on the couch
"I may have been a virgin, but I still had needs; and curiosities;” she said spritely. I sure knew that was a fact, that's for sure. "I've got a nice big dildo that does the job pretty well, too."
"Oh yeah?" I said, feeling my cock awaken again.
"Yeah," she said with a lusty smirk. "I mean, once these tits came in sex was all anyone could think about when they looked at me, and so sex became all I could think about when I looked at anyone else. Unfortunately I'm surrounded by prudish church types mostly. So I flaunt, and I tease, and then when I'm alone, I fuck my own brains out dreaming of the real thing."
"That's why you're so good at taking my big cock?" It had been a while since I said something so porny, but I was in the moment, what can I say?
"Oh I can take as much as you can give me, big boy," she said with a smile, dropping her hand down to my rapidly hardening dick.
That was the signal for round two, and we were all over each other again. Soon we settled into a comfortable position, and I relaxed into the couch and enjoyed being the first cock Talia got on top of and rode.
Eyes closed, mouth hung open, she was a vision of erotic lust, rocking her body against mine, sliding up and down my shaft; I took in the moment, watching this girl continue to explore all the new avenues of pleasure opened up to her. I wondered if she'd be in church, head down supposedly in silent prayer, but really she would be thinking about my cock. I wonder if she'd blush. I wondered if anyone would notice.
"So after we first met, how many times did you pretend that dildo of yours was my cock?"
"More than once," she said with a smirk, through shortened breath. "I was a virgin, but God, I was such a slut."
"What would your church friends say, if they knew what you were doing right now? If they knew how slutty you were being, bouncing up and down on a big cock" I said teasingly, knowing full well at least one of them would probably be cheering her on.
"They'd be jealous," she groaned, my dirty talk clearly sending erotic shockwaves through her body. "They're all horny, but they're too timid and uptight to admit it; or to do anything about it."
"Even Christine?" I plumbed, wanting to see what exactly Talia did or didn't know.
"Especially Christine," she groaned, "she's the most uptight of the bunch."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah - the preacher's daughter, Ms. Goody-two-shoes, has to make sure she's better than everyone else. She dated that guy Eric for how many years? And all they did was kiss. She'd never admit it, but we all know he broke up with her because she wouldn't put out."
"Not like you?"
"Baby, for a cock like this, I'll put out wherever and whenever you want," she cooed, and began to increase her rocking, taking me inside her faster and with more force.
"Is this what Christine needs?" I said, meeting her rocking now with thrusts of my own, "A cock like this?"
"Mm hmm" she cooed, the sensations taking over again
"A big cock to fuck her and make her cum?"
"Mm hmm" she moaned again, more labored now
"You think deep down inside she wants to be like you?"
"Yes" she croaked, body overwhelmed
"What are you?" I gasped, my own pleasure rising.
"A; a;” she started, but couldn't get past her buzzing body
"A what?"
"A Slut" she cried.
"Then cum for me, slut," I commanded, cresting the orgasmic wave myself, "Cum all over my big cock, just like she would."
"Huh!" Talia cried and then her pussy exploded all over me.
I gripped her beautiful tits in my hands, squeezing, kneading, caressing, doing everything I could to support her pleasure, and to have something to grip for purchase as I was overcome by my own. Talia's body wriggled and spasmed on top of me, slamming down on my cock. My balls seized, my cock throbbed, and with fast, intense pulses, I emptied myself into her sweet pussy with white hot eruption.
Both of us coming down, slick with sweat and cum, I put my hand on the side of her face. My thumb slipped between her lips. As Talia tongued and sucked it, I thought about how wrong she had been about Christine. I thought about all the things Christine and I had done, and how much she loved my cock and my;
"Do you know what a facial is?" I asked, still gently massaging Talia's tits.
"Yes," she said with a smirk.
"Next time." I said, not as much a question as a statement. My slickened thumb passed over her plush, upturned lips.
"Yes." I swear I could see her blush.
Next time wouldn't be for a week, and I was barely in the door of her house before her shirt was off, my cock was out, and she took me deep into her salivating mouth right there in the kitchen where her mom made dinner.
The jiggle of her plump tits with each bob of her head made me think of Kerri, and suddenly another desire came over me.
"I wanna fuck your tits," I gasped through bolts of pleasure.
I leaned Talia back and I showed her how to wrap her love cushions around my steely member, and watched her face light up as I rocked myself up between them.
"Goddamn, that is sexy," she cooed, the tip of my cock cresting up through the top of her cleavage on each deep stroke.
"Oh yeah? You like having your tits fucked?"
"I think I do."
"How many guys have fucked your tits before?" I grunted.
"Just you, baby, just you." She played along
"I bet you're gonna let every guy fuck your tits now, aren't you?" My lust was making me lewd
"If they want to, yeah," she said with a smirk.
"And what about you, what do you want?" I gripped her shoulder tight, the sensations building as my thoughts turned to Talia in college, titfucking guys in her dorm room, then to Kerri on her knees in front of me taking my cock between her perfect melons, then to Tara; Had she done this for Don? Had she gleefully pleasured his big cock with her perfect tits?. Talia's lips turned upwards in a lusty smirk at my question.
"I want you to cum on my face." she said
"Say it again," I grunted through clenched teeth. I was sending my cock pistoning up through her tits at a breakneck speed.
"I want you to cum; all over my face."
I groaned loudly and the dams burst. I pulled my cock from Talia's breasts, aimed it at her face, and began stroking feverishly. Talia may have recently been a virgin, but all her research paid off, as she almost instinctively leaned back on her heels, tipped up her face, and opened her mouth.
The first shot was so powerful it arched right over her head and splat on the tile floor behind her, but was thick enough that its tail left a long white lash from Talia's hairline to her chin, causing her to flinch. The next thick shots whipped around her cheeks and nose, into her mouth and onto her neck and chest. Talia started to laugh as my jizz just kept coming, her returning refrain of "Oh wow, oh wow," accenting each spurt that covered her face like an obscenely glazed pastry.
My spasms and ejaculations ebbed, and I looked down at the painting I had finished. I hadn't planned it, but the business of the intervening week had given me no time to jerk off, and so I had extra full balls that night when I erupted, and Talia got every drop. I took in the sight of this adventurous just-former virgin, covered in a gallon of my seed, and felt slightly sad. Sad because it might have been a new record volume of cum I produced, and that it wasn't Christine's body that received it.
But then my thoughts turned to Tara. Had Don jerked his cum like a firehose all over her beautiful face, over her dark eye makeup? Did Sandy help aim it?
This was becoming a trend. I should have been focusing on the incredible luck of stumbling upon a horny virgin willing and wanting all the sexual delights I could manifest, but I found myself thinking of other women. I found myself thinking of Tara.
I snapped back to the moment when I saw Talia blindly grasping for a nearby kitchen towel. I handed it to her, and she very quickly began removing my spunk from her face.
"You know," she said, signaling for the paper towel after the cloth one failed to do the full job, "I think I've found the first sex thing I don't like."
"Oh?" I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
"It was so hot when you came on my body the other night; and it gets me incredibly wet when you cum in my mouth, but;” she paused a moment as she scooped the sticky mess away from one eye, “I don't think the face is for me." A light chuckle followed.
"I'm sorry, I;” I began, instantly feeling awful.
"No, no, don't apologize, I'm very, very glad I did it. It's all part of the experiment, right? Find out what I do and don't like;” Talia stood up and pulled me close for a kiss on her newly-cleaned lips, “just turns out I guess I don't like cum on my face."
"Well, lucky for you, I do," I said, gripping her big ass tightly.
After some more kissing, I laid her down on her family's dining room table, and ate her pussy like a five course meal. By the time I was finished, the incredibly sexy sounds of her orgasm had primed my cock for round two, and I fucked her right there on the table.
It was great, she was incredibly sexy, incredibly willing, and yet when my body finally reached its limit and I filled her sweet, tight pussy with volleys of whatever I had left in my balls after that facial, I found myself once again thinking of Tara, wondering how many times Don had filled her pussy up the same way, or if he and Sandy watched and cheered as some other man did.
This distraction was becoming a habit, and it continued through every time Talia and I hooked up.
And so there I was, in my car, with this lovely, sexy girl passionately sucking my cock, and yet my mind was on Tara. I was consumed with jealousy, with an all-consuming need to know, instead of focusing on the pleasure Talia was giving me.
Still, I'd cum, she'd swallow, I'd eat her out, I'd fuck her, she'd cum again, I'd cum deep in her pussy, and I'd enjoy it, but only so much.
This had to stop. I couldn't live like this, distracted by the actions of another. It wasn't fair to Talia, even if we both knew this was just sex for sex's sake and nothing more.
Turned out I'd have the decision made for me. After that night in my car I didn't hear or see from Talia for a while, until finally she told me that, despite her birth control, she had missed a period. She had had a pregnancy scare, and told me that we needed to stop what we were doing. I tried to tell her that there were other methods, that we could start using condoms, but she had made up her mind, and was too focused on her future to jeopardize it right now.
I told her I understood, and that I wished her well. The last thing she said to me was that she loved my cock, and that she'd always treasure what we shared.
I never heard from her again, directly, but my friend Mike ended up going to the same college as her, and when I mentioned I knew her, he regaled me with glee that she had a reputation for being one of the best fucks in school, and that her blowjob skills were apparently unparalleled. I smiled, glad I could have helped set her down the path to pleasure, both giving and receiving.
Years later I'd find out that despite all the fun she had after her sexual awakening, the only other man she let cum on her face was her eventual husband, and with him it had become an activity she actively loved to partake in. She let him cum wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and it was an intense turn on for her. I guess the right person just makes all the difference.
I was starting to think that Tara was the right person. And that I had totally blown it.
At the very least I knew I had to talk to her about what'd been happening with Don and Sandy. I had to know how. I had to know why. And I knew I wasn't the only one.
By LiminallySpaced, For Literotica