Sex Ed Lessons: Part 5

Tara continues the story of how she consoles Bud in the locker room

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The visual in my head was legendary, but the vision in front of me was electric. Tara's nipples poked hard through the fabric of her top, and her legs were shifting together, squeezing, rubbing. I knew the signs - she was wildly turned on. She wasn’t finished telling me of her secret tryst with Bud. I let her continue.

"This was it, and all I could think to say was 'yes.' I said it over and over. 'Yes, yes, yes.' I was chanting it. Summoning it. And then he started to push.

"He was slow, gentle, but he started to push, and I felt the head of his cock slip into me. I gasped, but I continued my chant - 'yes, yes' - and he continued to push. My hymen was long gone, but I was still tight, and his dick was still huge, so when I felt his length start to push into me, I just couldn't help it - I let out a loud, sudden groan.

"He stopped out of concern, but didn't have the words - I could tell the feeling was as overwhelming for him as it was for me. I just nodded, said I was ok, and assured him it was ok to continue. The feeling was so intense. His cock was the biggest thing I had ever had in my cunt, but I was so wet; I needed more. I wrapped my legs tight around him, pulled him tight, and we both moaned loudly as I drew the full length of his cock into me.

"We were overcome with sensation, and all we could do was stay still and breathe. I had never felt so full in my life. My cunt was like a waterfall around him, and I could feel him twitching. We held each other close, and I started to get used to having him inside me, and then he started to pull out.

"I shut my eyes and my mouth just hung open; I didn't have any sound; as he withdrew the length of his dick, and then he thrusted. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I didn't cum, but it was a feeling so new and so exciting; pure pleasure, pure experience. It was only a handful of inches, but it felt like miles as he thrust in and out of me.

"Then, after only a few thrusts, I felt Bud pull me tight and his breath started to get ragged, and I knew what was happening, and I urged him on. I wanted him to know it was ok. I said 'yes, do it. Cum inside me.' He groaned loudly, cried out almost, and I hugged him close to me. I felt his dick get even harder - so hard inside me - and then, I could feel his cock twitching and pumping. The wetness between my legs increased and for the first time in my life a man filled my cunt with his cum.

"It was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was all so exhilarating, and all either of us could do at that moment was just breathe as we came down from an unbelievable high."

Tara's confession left me speechless. I sat dead still, gripping the arms of the lazy boy chair tightly. There was sweat running down my back, my pulse was racing, my cock was rock hard, and I was, angry? Jealous? My stomach felt like it was in my feet. I had no right to be jealous, but I was.

After a long, thoughtful pause, Tara continued. "And then we just held each other, and got pretty emotional. Bud was just so relieved that he could be himself with someone finally, that he didn't have to hide. He apologized for how he had treated me, and I knew he meant it.

"But me, I didn't know what to feel, Tim. It was an amazing, intimate experience, and I didn't regret a second of it,” her eyes drifted up to mine now. “ but I also couldn't help but wish it had been with, someone else."

I gulped hard as her stare cut through me like a warm knife.

"But then I started to think maybe I was making too big a deal of it; that maybe sex is just sex, and I should enjoy it. I didn't know what to think. I still don't. But if you and I are going to ever get anywhere close to normal again, I felt you needed to know."

There was a long, pronounced silence. The room was hot. I was just as confused as she was. I was jealous. I wanted her. I had left her for someone else. I didn't know what to say.

"That explains why you guys have been so chummy for the past week," I finally eeked out. "Have you,” I started, dreading the rest of the question to come, “ done it again since?"

"No; but;"

My breath stopped still at that "but."

"He's coming over tonight."

Tara and I weren't dating. She wasn't my girlfriend, and I had no valid reason to feel the way I did, but still, there was a cold pit where my stomach once had been, and my fingers were going numb. Why had she told me this? Was it to rub it in? Was it to,

"What if,” I thought back to what she had said to me as we danced at the prom, and the words just fell out of my mouth. “ What if you asked him not to?"

Tara's smokey, sexy eyes were locked onto mine, her thick, dark eyeliner accenting them.

"Is that what you want?" She said. Energy passed between us. It was energy being sent from her to me. It was something I'd never felt from her. It was almost longing. Almost begging.

It was now my turn to explain myself, in the effort to answer Tara’s begging question; "The next day, after the prom, Stephanie told me to pick her up from work. When I got there she pushed me down to my knees and made me eat her out in the stock room. I honestly thought that was the end of it." Tara's legs shifted again. "And then after the party at The Spot that night she made me drive her home, and jerked me off in the car. But all this week I've had nothing but you on my mind. I think it's safe to say I have no idea what I want."

Tara's gaze left mine, and the silence returned. We sat there, taking it all in, each trying to process the stupid, messy emotions bubbling in our minds, spurred on by the hot, teenage hormones in our veins.

Somehow I found the strength to get up out of the chair. "I better get going," I said weakly. Tara didn't follow me out. I hadn’t; I couldn’t, give her a solid answer to her question. I didn’t know what I wanted, yet.

I sat in my car, but I didn't drive away. I tried to organize my thoughts, but had no such luck. I felt a pressure behind my eyes, and a lump in my throat, and then hot tears crested out over my eyelids and down my face.

I sat there for a while, trying in vain to fight the emotions. Then two headlights turned the corner onto the street, a car came to a stop in front of Tara's house, and the engine was powered down. Out stepped Bud Pepper.

He walked to the door, and rang the bell. As he waited for an answer my heart prayed that maybe Tara would never come to the door, but of course she did. She greeted him with a smile, and I hoped my last hope that maybe, just maybe, she would turn him away.

She didn't. Bud entered, the door closed, and the porch light turned off.

Chapter 9: Christine opens up to Tim in more ways than one.

Saturday morning brought conflicting, painful thoughts.

I lay in bed, well past the moment of waking up, my mind racing with lewd, heartbreaking images, and desperate "what if?"s.

I thought about what I had left last night - If I had just had a better handle on my own feelings, I could have stopped it, but instead my mind was full of images of Tara passionately running her mouth up and down Bud Pepper's big cock before taking him deep inside her body. Images of him on top of her, between her legs, thrusting hard into her, a look of ecstasy on her face. Of her riding him, grinding on him, eyes closed in pleasure, his hands on her perfect tits. Squeezing them. And then that moment. That beautiful, erotic, intimate moment when he pushes his full length deep into her, his balls tighten, he groans an animalistic groan, and gives her all of his hot joy.

It was the thought of him cumming in her that irked me the most, and I wasn't even sure why.

Then I thought about what could have been if I had said something different. Maybe it would be me she held tight to her body, having that connection. Maybe it would have been my sperm cradled deep inside her as our passions cooled down. Or maybe we would have just talked through the night, and worked our way through the confusing realities of being two, 18 year old friends who were horny for each other but just couldn't say it.

Maybe.

The rest of the day was a confusing blur. My run brought me no relief, and neither did the hot shower afterward. I couldn't even jerk off to clear my head, as I was too scattered to manage an erection, even with those lewd images in my head.

The day slipped by quickly, and then it was time for me to pick up Stephanie from work.

I needed answers. I was angry, angry about what had happened last week, what happened at the prom, angry about how it had gotten me all mixed up and ruined my relationship with Tara, so when I texted her I had arrived, and she once again texted "come inside," I responded with a curt "no."

After a short while, Stephanie responded with a simple "ok," and came out to the car a few moments later.

We drove in silence, but Stephanie spent the whole ride watching me. I could feel her eyes on me, but I never met them. I felt the frustration of the situation coiling up behind my eyes, but she just sat there, cool as a cucumber.

I rolled into a park in the same darkened area by our building that I had parked the last time. She didn't move, and I didn't move. She just watched me. She knew I had something on my mind, and was going to stay still until I said my peace.

Finally the silence got too much, and I cracked.

"Stephanie, what the fuck is going on?" I blurted out.

"What do you mean?" she offered back, dipped in hot sarcasm.

"What's going on? What do you want from me? After what happened at the prom, and last week, I don't know what you want from me, and it's driving me nuts." I complained, balking on the chance to mention Tara. I definitely didn't go all the way with it.

"I thought we covered this last week?" Stephanie responded with the same, dry, flat tone, "What did you tell me you wanted?"

I thought back to last week, when she had me by the balls just before she had me by the mouth. “ More." I said weakly.

"And has that changed?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

I racked my brain, and my feelings, and as much as I was torn up and turned over about Tara, and annoyed at being some sort of fuck toy for Stephanie, there was one clear truth that stil pushed it's way to the top: "No, it hasn't."

A smile formed on Stephanie’s lips, and she slid across the bench seat of my car, tucking herself tight up against me. Her hand flitted across my thigh.

"Well then I don't see what the problem is,” she said as her hand snaked up to my belt. "I'm going to give you more," She said as unbuckled my pants and dropped my zipper, "in fact I'm going to give you more than you could possibly handle, and you're going to thank me for it."

Her hand ran over my balls, squeezing them gently, eliciting a low moan from deep in my chest. She parted the flaps on my underwear, and with a delicate precision, Stephanie pulled my hard cock through the hole in my briefs, freeing it to the cool night air.

"There's just one thing you've got to remember, Timmy," She languidly poured into my ear. Her hand gripped my cock firmly, and slowly started to stroke. "And that's that THis,” she emphasized, giving my cock a hard, signifying squeeze, “ belongs to Me."

I felt her lips at my ear, and heard the erotic squeak of her tongue moistening them. Then, she pulled away from my ear, and with a slow, deliberate glide, she began to lower her head toward my straining cock.

This wasn't the quick, dispassionate handjob from the previous week, this was something different. She was going to rock my world. I held my breath, waiting desperately for her lips to touch my tip and complete the circuit between us. Lower, and lower, her head dipped. Her lips were so close - the same lips I had felt at the prom, the same lips that had coaxed my cum out into her mouth.

Then, with mere inches left, she stopped short, and let out a sudden, panicked "Shit," and recoiled off me completely, like a slingshot. Before I could even react to what was happening, she hastily shoved me back into my pants, gathered her things, and launched out of the car.

Following her with my eyes, frantically looking for some reason as to why she stopped so suddenly, I quickly got my answer: Standing near the walkway to our building, not 10 feet from my car, was Alexa, my step-sister, and Stephanie’s best friend.

I watched them from the car as they hugged and laughed. Stephanie had instantly changed into a different person. Gone was the sultry domme who had just asserted ownership over my hard cock, replaced with the Stephanie I remembered from my youth. The Stephanie who was no more than the teenage girl who lived upstairs.

Alexa pointed to the car, and Stephanie just gave a dismissive eye roll. She seemed a little frantic in her mannerisms, trying to move Alexa’s attention elsewhere. Something was strange about it. I tucked my deflating cock back into my pants, and decided to go investigate.

"Hey Alex!" I called out as I approached the duo standing by the front stairs. "What're you doing home?"

"No class on Monday so I figured I'd make a long weekend of it at home." She responded. Her head darted around the grounds of our building, puzzled. "Hey, where's mom?"

"Not sure," I replied, "she's probably out with BRIAN." the name dripped off my lips in an exaggerated, dismissive tone.

"Brian?" Alexa responded

"Yeah; hate to break it to you, but I think Kelly's got a boyfriend!"

"Wow, really?" Alexa’s eyes widened and her brow ticked upward. "That's, unexpected. What's his deal?"

"Not sure," I shrugged, "he seems to be a decent guy; he's a friend of Sandy and Don's." Friend, of course, was putting it extremely lightly.

"Oh, no way! Stephanie, do you know anything about him?" Alexa lightly exclaimed.

"Nah, I've met him once or twice, but never really talked to him before." She said, brushing a strand of golden hair off her face. My eyes drifted down to her chest. I could see the faint shadows of her nipples through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying desperately to hide the remnants of the arousal fired up minutes ago in my car.

"Yeah, you know Stephanie and I didn't really talk about it at all,” I began, staring her right in the eyes, “ when we went to my prom together last week." Her stare was like ice.

"Whoa, What?" Alexa exclaimed with a laugh, "You went to Prom, with Tim?" I could see Stephanie shift nervously.

"Yeah, she was my prom date," I said with a smirk, my eyes never leaving Stephanie’s, "until she ditched me halfway through the night!" Stephanie was frozen now. She was embarrassed that she went to a high school prom with her best friend's younger step brother, and I was happy to turn the screw, but not even I was cruel enough to tell Alexa EVERYTHiNG that happened that night.

"Wow, for real?" Alexa asked again with another chuckle.

"It was just a fuckin' goof," Stephanie proclaimed wildly, "and I ditched because Timmy was being a total PERV!" She was deflecting now, and not very convincingly.

"Oh yeah? Is that true, Timmy? Were you being a perv?" Alexa laughed in response.

"Yeah, I whipped out my dick and started jerking off right in front of her!" I exclaimed with a thick coating of overdramatic sarcasm. Of course I actually was telling the truth, but only Stephanie and I knew it.

I smiled as I watched Stephanie sweat. "Ew, gross, Tim," She replied, her face contorting into a disgusted grimace. "Come on, Alexa, let's go." Alexa led the way, and Stephanie shot me an ice cold glare as she followed. It did absolutely nothing to wipe the shit-eating grin off my face.

It was a glare that was a front of anger, but betrayed something else beneath it. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but as I walked into my apartment, it clicked. Her manic behavior, her stiff body language, her overreaction to the situation, that look.

It was worry. Worry because for the first time in as long as I'd known her, I finally had the upper hand.

That night, as I laid in bed, those sweet, honeyed moans dripped down through Stephanie’s floorboards and into my room for the first time in weeks. I was rock hard, but I didn't touch my cock, not even when that glorious, erotic, short-short-long of Stephanie’s orgasmic release drifted into my ears. Because despite what she had moaned into my ear earlier as she literally had me by the balls, It was me who was in charge now. It was me who had the power.

The warm, spring air felt like gentle hands running through my hair as I drove to church the next morning. All through the service, all I could think about was how drastically the pendulum had shifted with Stephanie. She talked a big game, and Christ, I'd be lying if I said her dominance over me wasn't a turn on, but the prospect of my step-sister Alexa finding out left her clearly mortified. That left me with leverage, and the power made me feel good.

After the service, I scanned the crowd, and was surprised to see Rachel and her family in attendance. It was the first time I had seen her since my cock painted her hands and chest with my cum on the night of her prom. Her eyes met mine quickly, and then she turned away without even a wave. I watched her hands adjust the strap of her bra, shifting her enormous tits together under the front of her sun dress.

Her post-coital exclamation of "Ew, gross" in response to my cum webbing her hands flitted across my mind, but was quickly replaced by a stirring in my loins as I watched the pale flat of her chest begin to blush. She was remembering, just as I was, my fingers in her cunt, my cock in her hands, my cum lashed across her breasts. I knew it. She idly drew her fingers across the neckline of her sundress, across the swell and split of her cleavage. Right where the whip of my hot semen had marked her.

There she was, in a house of worship, thinking about the erotic, sinful acts we did together, and it was turning her on. A smirk slowly grew across my lips.

Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Christine, and it said "I'm outside; can we go?" It was then that I realized I hadn't even seen her at the service. The urgency of her message belied something was wrong, so after the usual pleasantries with the fellow attendees, I made my exit. I was in no mood to stay anyway, because, very strangely, Kelly was nowhere to be seen this morning. Her absence wasn't known to me until I arrived, and it was quite unlike her. In fact, I wasn't even sure I had heard her come home last night. Very peculiar.

Heading outside I spotted Christine waiting by my car. Tight jeans lovingly wrapped her firm legs, accenting every curve and turn, while a tight, black turtleneck covered her torso and reached up her neck to just below her chin. The swell of her modest breasts was visible, but only just, as the black of the turtleneck threw all the highlights of her figure into shadow. She turned to greet me, but only barely cracked a smile as I approached.

"Hey, what's up, are you ok?" I asked, legitimately concerned.

"Yeah, it's fine, it's," she started, "let's just go, huh?"

"Sure thing - french fries?" I said, unlocking the car.

"Not today. Not hungry," she responded flatly. "Can we just go somewhere and talk?"

"Yeah, no problem," I responded.

We didn't say much as we drove. Christine's gaze fell out the open window as her long, brunette hair whipped wildly in the breeze. I didn't know too many quiet places, but I knew one, one that would definitely be deserted at this time of day: The Spot.

I rolled to a stop under a shady tree by the pond, and focused my attention on my troubled friend.

"So what's going on?" I asked, giving her the space to respond as she wished.

She let out a long sigh, and ran her hand through her glimmering hair. "So you know I had my prom this past Friday," She began.

"Yeah, "

"And you know I went with Bobby Dorf," she continued.

"Yeah, "

"Eric called me on Thursday."

"You don't say!" I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Eric was her ex-boyfriend, and the source of all her pent up sexual frustration and confusion. My cock twitched at the possible places this story might go.

"Yeah," she continued. "I don't even know why, but I answered it. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Well how'd that go?" I pried as she stared off over the horizon of the dashboard.

"He asked me if I wanted to go get pizza." Her fingers were picking at the hem of her sweater.

"Well that's not so bad, is it?" I said, not seeing the big deal.

"It's code," she interjected, "'going for pizza' was our code for when we wanted to, do more than hold hands."

"Well now," I said quietly, as my cock began to harden, "that's certainly something, now isn't it? What'd you say?"

"I said no," she continued. "I told him I knew he was seeing someone new, and that we made our decisions, I made my decision, and that we had to move on." Her eyes still had that far away stare as she recounted the phone call.

"That's good then, isn't it?" I asked, "no need to worry about temptation and all that, right?"

"I've seen the girl he's dating. She's busty, and curvy, nothing like me at all. I had him there on the phone, and I just, I just had to know. So, I asked him if they were sleeping together,” she said, picking harder at her hem, “ if they were, fucking."

Hearing that word come out of the mouth of the pastor's daughter sent a tingle straight down to my balls. "What'd he say?" I practically whispered.

"He said yes." Christine's legs started to rub together almost imperceptibly.

"Was that all?" She had my rapt attention, now.

"No," she said, quietly, "I asked him more questions. Intimate questions. Lewd questions. I just couldn't help myself." Her thighs rubbed together tighter now.

"And?" I pressed

"And he answered them. Graphically." She ran her hand over the back of her neck anxiously as she relived the memory. "It was turning me on, Tim, and I wanted to go, I wanted to meet him so bad, but I just couldn't. He would be cheating on his girlfriend, and that wasn't fair, and I, I needed to be strong. I needed to commit, but God, it's been so hard."

"But you did it, right? You stayed strong!" I said, trying to reassure her. I didn't do much.

"I guess," she shrugged, "but the next night at the prom, I was so, wired." Horny. She wanted to say horny, but she didn't. "I had that phone call in my head all night, and all the dancing, all the touching, my body was just on fire."

"Well I'm sure Bobby didn't mind that!" I exclaimed, but honestly I actually wasn't so sure. I knew some things about Bobby that she didn't.

"Bobby was a complete gentleman." she continued. "Maybe, too much so."

There it is.

"He would barely touch me when we danced, and any time I pulled in close he'd back away, or separate from me entirely." there was a certain stress to her voice now, almost desperation. "He was right to do it, I know that, but he wasn't comforting. He didn't calm me, he was just cold."

"Well you made it through again, right? No harm, no foul?" I said again in a supportive tone.

"But these haven't been isolated incidents, Tim, it's not healthy," she replied, looking at me now. She was fidgeting. She was, wired. "It's been really hard lately. I'm a passionate person, I need that connection, even if it's only for a moment, like when you and I danced at the prom."

My mind jumped back to the night of my prom. How Christine pressed her body to mine and admitted she saw what Stephanie and I had done in the limo, admitted that a girl doesn't suck your dick like that if she doesn't want you.

"Well, I know it's hard, but, it's what you want isn't it?" I asked in a low voice, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes," She said, that smokey voice of hers cracking under the weight of a lie, "it's what I want.

We looked at each other in silence. She was practically vibrating. She had made major life changes in support of this idea that the natural yearnings of a human woman, desires to be touched, desires of pleasure, were somehow bad, and should be tamped down. She tried to suppress these natural urges and now they were bubbling up to the surface, more powerful than they had ever been, and now here she was on the brink, desperately wanting to break that dam, but too proud to be the one to do it.

I looked at her hard, searching for any kind of signal.

Her tongue snaked out, and anxiously wet her parted lips.

It was all the signal I needed.

Up to this point in my sexual history I had never really been in control; I had almost exclusively been at the mercy of the women I had been with, no more clearly illustrated by my daliances with Stephanie. However after last night with Stephanie, after this morning with Rachel even, I felt a newfound confidence. A newfound agency over my sexual self. And so for the first time in my erotic life, I made the first move.

I leaned in, and kissed Christine on her anxious lips. It was another first for me, as despite all the activities I had partaken in up to that point, I had never actually kissed a girl on the lips. It was a kiss full of understanding, meant to calm her racing mind. I hadn't thought of anything past that kiss, I just wanted to give Christine the connection she desperately needed.

As our lips pressed together, I felt a long exhale of pressure release from Christine. Her body relaxed as she let herself experience the moment. It was a long, solid kiss, but I was kissing her as a friend. I was just trying to help a friend in need. I had no ulterior motives. However, as her hand touched the side of my face, almost as if to steady herself during the release, I felt Chrstine's tongue slip past my lips, and press into my mouth.

My cock instantly hardened at the sensation, a sensation that unlocked the gates of passion between us. My heart rate quickened, and my tongue instinctively began sparring with hers, sliding back and forth between our mouths in an erotic exhibition. I leaned into her further, running my hand up her thigh, Christine's thigh, as her leg arced up toward me, drawing me in.

Christine's hands reached up and ran roughly through my hair, grasping at it and pulling at it as her breath got ragged and hot as we kissed. I shifted my body onto her, pressing her back against the door of the car. Her legs wrapped around me and pulled me even closer, and then I felt my hard cock press up against her denim-clad cunt. She moaned.

Shifting against her harder, my cock slipped under her, replaced by my hip. I pressed myself into her, and I felt her pelvis rock as she began to grind.

Our lips and tongues slid all over each others' mouths in between wild breaths. Christine's hand slid down to my back, grabbing me hard as she ground her cunt into my hip harder and faster.

Smokey little moans echoed out of her throat as we kissed. She pulled me tighter, increasing the pressure of my thigh and hip on her wriggling core.

Then suddenly she pulled away from my lips, and grasped me tightly with her whole body. She twitched and vibrated, and the sexiest short squeals escaped her mouth with each tremor.

She was cumming.

Christine, the pastor's daughter, was cumming on my leg, and she was cumming hard.

Her body was clamped down on me as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her fingers dug into my back, holding on to my muscles for dear life. Then there was a deep, sharp inhale of breath, her body tensed tight on mine one final time, and then with a long, slow exhale, she relaxed her grip.

We laid there holding each other for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.

Suddenly the presence of mind and situational awareness overcame me, and I pulled away from her, lurching back until I hit the driver's side door with a thud. We were both breathing heavily, and the air in the car was thick and moist. This was Christine, my friend, the good girl from church, who was currently struggling with a personal crisis. I absolutely did not want to take advantage of her, but here she was, hair mussed, hard nipples poking through her thick sweatshirt, legs splayed out in a lewd display that revealed a dark wet patch at the crotch of her jeans.

The only sound in the air was our heavy breaths starting to slow, but we never took our eyes off each other. Christine then straightened herself up in the seat, and tried in vain to rearrange her scattered hair.

"That, got a little out of hand, didn't it?" She said between breaths.

"Yeah, a little," I huffed back.

Breath still slowing, but heart still pumping, Christine's eyes ticked down to my crotch, where even through my own jeans you could tell by the uncomfortable-looking bulge that I was painfully erect.

Her eyes ticked back up to mine, and I tried to diffuse the situation, but I only managed to get out the words "Christine, I; " before she crossed the distance between us in a flash and slammed her mouth into mine once more.

But much to my surprise it wasn't just her mouth that was busy, it was her hands too. Fingers fumbled and pulled at my belt and pants, and before I even knew what was happening, her hands freed my hard, straining cock from the confines of my briefs.

I moaned hard as she squeezed.

Then, almost in one single movement, the sweet taste of her mouth left my lips, and moments later I felt a soft, warm, wetness envelop the head of my dick that sent an electric jolt of pleasure through my body.

I looked down toward the source of this sensation, and was greeted by a spectacular sight: Christine, the pastor's daughter, who had broken up with her boyfriend because she thought she needed to stay pure and follow the righteous path, penetrating her mouth repeatedly with the length of my cock.

I moaned a long, loud moan. She moaned in reply and her hot, slippery mouth began to speed up. There was a frenzy to her now. This was not a slow, methodical, powerplay blow job like I got from Stephanie, this was Christine, overcome with lust, SUCKING my Cock.

Her head bobbed fast and her lips drew tight around me, her hand matching her quickened pace up and down my length. My cock was drenched in her saliva, it dripped through her fingers, it made a rattling slurp every time she let some air in; she knew I needed this, and what's more, I think she wanted it as bad as I did.

The speedy, rhythmic slurping continued, and I felt her other hand grasp and knead at my balls. "Oh Jesus," I moaned as I felt the pleasure start to coil within me. My breaths came fast and heavy as she plunged her mouth up and down, up and down, needing my cum, absolutely determined to pull it out of me.

But it was her words that would put me over the edge.

Now based on our conversations, I knew Chirstine had Some sexual experience, and despite my personal fantasies to the contrary, I always assumed it was the most chaste and innocent forms of sexual gradification. She had previously admitted to having some unsatisfying dalliances with full penetration with Eric, but those weren't very enjoyable for her, so I figured mostly it was a hand job here, some dry humping there, nothing too advanced. Even the frantic expertise of the blowjob I was currently receiving only moved the marker so far forward. Clearly this wasn't the first time she had a cock in her mouth, but that wasn't really so strange for a girl of her age in a long term relationship.

It was what she said to me in that moment, right before I exploded, that opened up the floodgates literally and figuratively. Something I never would have expected to hear from the girl who helped hand out communion every Sunday. It was erotic. It was, dirty. It drove me wild.

Sensing it was mere moments before my eruption, Christine popped my cock out of her mouth, never stopping the deliberate rhythm of her stroking hands, looked me directly in the eye and with that sexy smokey voice of hers, licked her lips and said "You can cum in my mouth, but next time, I want you to cum on my face."

The words echoed in my ears and my cock pulsed and hardened to pure iron as she slipped the head back into her wet mouth without missing a beat.

Then with a final long gasp, my hand instinctively went to Christine's head and I started thrusting erratically. She didn't even register it, she just continued sucking, demanding my cum. Time stood still for a long moment, and then through the hot, erotic slurping sounds of her mouth on my cock, I exploded.

My balls sprung tight to my body and I started to pulse as I rocketed shot after shot of hot, sticky cum into Christine's mouth. She paused her aggressive administrations and let me hump and fuck at her mouth as she summoned hot pleasure out of me. She moaned almost appreciatively as I filled her mouth. She took it, collected it, wanted it for her own. She didn't miss a drop.

She swallowed once. Then again. Then a third time. I spasmed and lurched inside her mouth as my cum slid down her throat like a sacrament.

Then, as my pulses began to wane, she began her sucking again, this time slow and steady, determined to wring every last drop out of my emptied balls.

Finally she pulled off of me and sat back, eyes closed, savoring the moment still. Then, as though a spell had worn off her, her eyes popped open, looked down at the wet, softening cock attached to my bewildered body, and her cheeks blushed red as apples. A hand popped up to her mouth as she said “ Oh, my."

"Holy shit, Christine," I wheezed, still in shock from what had just happened, "that was incredible." It definitely was incredible, but I was extremely conflicted about why it happened. Christine had been struggling to keep her carnal feelings at bay, and I had been an accomplice in her relapse.

"It's getting late, Tim," she said as she attempted to put herself back together, "I, think I should be getting home." I caught her sneaking looks at my cock as she tried to calm herself down.

"Yeah," I said, "yeah you're probably right."

We drove the short drive in silence as the sun started to set, neither of us really knowing what to say. I tried to focus on the road, but my mind kept replaying the image of Christine's mouth bouncing wildly on my cock. I kept feeling her fingers dig into me as she orgasmed. I kept seeing her shoulders scrunch up in preparation ever so slightly as my balls started unloading into her mouth. Occasionally I would sneak a glance over at her, only to catch her gazing languidly out the window, one hand sliding slowly along her thigh. No doubt she was replaying the events in her mind as well, but how did she feel about them?

Pulling up to her house, Christine took one last look in the mirror before she had to face her father, the pastor, and then turned her body fully to look at me. I was going over everything in my head trying to reconcile the intense pleasure I had felt with my guilt at what had just happened.

"Listen, Christine," I said in a slightly dismayed tone, "that was, amazing, but If you want to forget it ever happened, that's fine, let's just forget it. I know how hard you've been trying to avoid stuff like this, and I understand if it was just a one time thing to let off some steam, but I feel terrible if I've caused you to feel bad about what just happened. I don't, and you shouldn't, but if you do,” I trailed off, my word salad complete. "So If you want to forget it, let's just forget it."

There was silence. Christine's gaze was far away again as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"I don't know what I want," she finally said, her eyes coming back to earth to meet mine.

"But I know I don't want to forget it," she said, holding my gaze for a few, smoldering moments before disengaging and gathering up her things. "I'll see you, next time," she tossed at me as she started to exit the car.

My mind was a jumble of sensations, experiences, and possibilities, and I had only begun to process. She offered me a final, stifled grin, popped out of the car, closed the door and bounced adorably up toward her front door.

Next time.

I didn't even realize it, but my spent cock, a cock that had mere minutes ago been pumping hot semen into that sweet girl's mouth, was rock hard once again.

With a deep breath and a long sigh, I put the car into drive and cruised off into the night.

Arriving back home, I sat quietly in my car for a few moments, just trying to take in everything that had happened in the last few weeks. It had been a whirlwind of emotion and hormones, a real "zero to sixty" scenario for my sex life, and it was a lot to take in.

The short, high pitched squeak of my house's front door cut through the air, breaking me from my day dream. Looking toward the sound I saw Brian, my step mom Kelly's apparent boyfriend, exiting. Trailing after him was my step sister Alexa. I thought to myself that it was good she got to meet him while she was home, but the look on Alexa’s face told a different story.

They stopped at the bottom of the front stairs, and were talking. I was out of earshot, but the way Alexa crossed her arms belied a clear tension between them. Brian's mannerisms, while not exactly comfortable, projected a diffusive intent, one that Alexa was not exactly receptive to.

Realizing the mood with Alexa was not going to change, Brian nodded his head, waved meekly, and headed off toward his car. Alexa sat down on the front stairs, and ran her hands through her hair.

"So you got to meet Brian, huh?" I said, approaching her on the steps, "he seems like a nice enough guy."

"I don't know if he's the best fit for mom." She said, her head not leaving her hands.

"No? Why's that?" I inquired, a note of concern in my tone.

"Because," she said, finally picking her head up, "that's the guy I lost my virginity to."

Chapter 10: A small detour into the night Alexa lost her virginity.

Alexa tells Tim about the guy who’s seeing mom.

“It was Saturday night, and his cock was hard in my hand. I hadn't had the pleasure of a ton of cocks in my life, but as a college freshman, away from home for the first time, I was looking to change that. In fact, I hadn't had the real pleasure of any cocks at that point, as I was still a virgin. I had given my share of hand and blowjobs, and one time even let a classmate fuck my tits on a bet at a party, but I had yet to go all the way. It wasn't an ethical thing, or a religious thing, or anything, I just hadn't been too thrilled with my options up to this point, and tonight was no different.

I wasn't going to fuck this guy, but that didn't mean I didn't want to have fun in other ways!

It was the weekend of my nineteenth birthday, and I was horny as fuck. Focused as I had been on my studies, I didn't have much time to devote to carnal pursuits, and this weekend, my roommate Claire and I decided to try and change that.

An average height with a little extra padding, I was what you'd probably call "curvy," but despite the prerequisite dissatisfaction and self consciousness that every young woman has with her body, I knew I had what the boys wanted; it was just a matter of flaunting it long enough to catch the right one. It's not like I had never hooked up with ANYONE before, and I learned quickly that college boys were easy marks. So I put on some smokey eye make up, painted my full lips, hoisted my D-cup tits high and wore my tightest jeans as Claire and I hit the town to celebrate.

Claire was no slouch either. A short, gorgeous, Puerto Rican girl, Claire fit a big personality into a minuscule body. She didn't have too much in the way of tits, but that just meant she knew she could turn heads by not wearing a bra. And besides, she knew exactly where her strengths were; she may have been tiny up top, but below the waist she was what you might call "thicc," and she knew how to use it.

I may not have had much luck in the dick department, but I couldn't say the same for Claire. Most of the time we coordinated well enough to make sure we each had the room to ourselves if the need arose, but there was more than one time when I'd be awoken late at night as Claire came back to our room with a faceless guy. I'd pretend I was asleep, so as to not ruin their fun, but the sounds of their gasps and grunts as Claire would take a deep dicking mere feet from me were more than my horny self could handle. I'd quietly snake my hand down between my thighs to find my cunt drenched and in need of release.

My fingers would run quietly and quickly over my wet lips, zeroing in on my throbbing clit, and I'd live vicariously through Claire as she enjoyed the benefits of college social life. I learned through these erotic experiences that despite always using condoms, Claire never let her men finish inside her. and as she sensed them growing closer to climax, she would repeat the mantra "Cum on me; I want you to cum on me." Hearing that command they would start fucking her even harder, until pulling out right at the last second, ripping off their condom, and showering her body with their hot load.

It became a trigger for me as well, and as I rubbed my clit listening to her fuck, I'd always hold my own orgasm until I heard that command from her. I couldn't see it, but hearing her men grunt and groan, and picturing them spurting all over my hot roommate made my own orgasms more intense than I had ever experienced.

But tonight the room was mine, and after some coy flirting and just enough drinks to make things interesting, I had left the bar with a tall surfer-type named Jared. He had a nice smile and a tight body, and he made sure everyone knew it. The top half of his short sleeve button down was left open and flapping in the wind, exposing his hard pecs to the eyes of every onlooker.

We had both lost our pants somewhere between the door and the bed, and began to grind underwear-clad genitals against each other as we made out. Reach up I popped the front clasp on my bra, and the cups fell to the sides. My nipples were hard as rocks beneath my blouse, which hung erotically from their tips.

I felt my cunt gush as Jared grabbed both my big breasts, squeezed, and then leaned up to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my top. I had decided at the bar I was not going to fuck this boy, but I fully intended to use his mouth and his hands for everything they were worth.

I say "intended" because in my wanton horniness I forgot the first rule of hooking up with college boys: make sure You cum first.

As Jared gripped and kneaded my swollen tits, my hand drifted down over his hard pecs and tight stomach, until I reached the hard protrusion confined by his boxer briefs. I gripped it through the fabric of his underwear, and could feel his heat as he twitched in my hand. I slipped my fingers under the waistband, and felt one hand leave my tits as he helped me shimmy his shorts down enough to let his cock and balls breathe free.

His cock wasn't as big as his ego, but it was nice. I watched it bob to and fro as he shifted his body, always straining due north. This boy was hard as a rock, and his cock was practically screaming to be touched, so who was I to refuse?

My one free hand reached down and rolled his balls around eliciting a groan from Jared, and a tighter grip on my tits. Then, giving my hand a long, wet lick, I wrapped my fingers around his aching shaft and began to pump at a mid-tempo, deliberate pace.

I had plans for this cock. It was my birthday, and I wanted to play. I wanted it in my hands, in my mouth, maybe even between my tits, and I was going to make Jared work for it. I was going to make this boy remember me.

At least that was my plan, until after a mere 20 or 30 strokes I felt Jared's body start to jerk, heard a deep "uh" fight its way out of his throat, and I looked down just in time to see one high pop of stringy white cum shoot out of his cockhead, followed three or so more underwhelming dribbles roll down over my hand. I kept pumping slowly out of courtesy, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.

"Wow, babe, that was amazing," Jared said as his whole body relaxed, including his grip on my tits. "You got something I can clean up with?" He said, making himself comfortable against my pillows.

"Yeah hold on, I'll be right back," I said in my sexiest voice, "I'm not finished with you yet!" I padded my way over to the bathroom, shimmying my ass as much as I could to keep him enticed for round two, but when I returned with a hand towel, Jared was already asleep. Of course he was.

Wiping his cold cum off my hand with the towel, I then threw it onto his spent, glistening, shriveled up noodle of a cock and went over to Claire's bed to get some sleep myself.

I awoke the next morning as Claire returned home from her own overnight escapades. She brought with her three cups of coffee, but Jared was already gone. I regaled her with the details of my encounter, and she was excited and giddy to hear it, but when I got to the punchline, she got visibly angry. Narrative blue balls.

"You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me!" she exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands up in the air, "It was your goddamn birthday, and this motherfucker nuts before you even get your panties off?"

"Sure did," I laughed, her animated frustration tickling me.

"That is unacceptable, girl, just un-ac-ceptable!" she proclaimed. I could tell she was heated because her night must have gone very differently than mine. She had the glow of a girl who just spent the night getting properly fucked, and only one earring on. "You listen to me, Allie," She was the only person who ever called me Allie; it was a nickname she gave me on the first day of college, and the term of endearment stuck. "Next weekend, you and I are going out again, and you're doing your birthday over. You are gonna get that dick, you are gonna love it, and it's gonna change your life!"

"Hell yeah!" I exclaimed, and we both started laughing. Claire started to strip her pants off in preparation for a shower, and I couldn't help but stare. Thanks to one awkward encounter with a friend, I was pretty sure I was solidly straight, but Claire had the kind of body that made me second guess myself.

Looking at her fat, plump ass, a thin fabric line from her G-string the only clothing covering it, the morning sun highlighted two dry patches, splotches, splatters, that crested the side of her ass cheek and extended onto the small of her back. Looks like she missed a spot.

My cunt grew wet.

"Hey, if you see my other earring, could you grab it for me? It musta fallen off on my way in" she said, taking off the remaining earring, a cute, dangly, golden feather, and grabbing her towel.

While Claire showered, I couldn't help but finish what I had started last night, although I wasn't thinking about Jared and his sputtering cock as I rubbed my cunt. I thought about Claire, bent over on her hands and knees, getting fucked hard from behind. I thought about her giving her command to finish; "Cum on me, I want you to cum on me"; and then of her lover for the night pulling out of her sopping wet cunt, tearing off his condom, and painting her cheeks and back with hot semen.

I felt my cunt start to spasm on my hand, and I covered my mouth as the shockwaves of an epic orgasm pulsed through my body.

The week began, and I felt like it would never end as I bopped from class to class across campus. I tried to focus on my classes, but all I could think about was the weekend. Would it really be the night I finally lost my virginity? I didn't really think so, but the thought did fuel a much-needed, mid-week masturbatory exploration after Claire had fallen asleep.

Finally the weekend came, and Claire and I began to get ready to go out and get me some dick. I pulled out the sluttiest clothes I owned, but when Claire saw what I had chosen, it was met with a boisterous "No, no, no!"

"What, I thought I was trying to get some dick?" I said, giving a little shimmy as an accent.

"Anyone can get some janky-ass cock dressed like that, Allie," Claire responded, heading over to my closet, "your goal is to get some GOOD dick, girl, some dick you'll REMEMBER."

Claire pulled out a big sweater that was definitely cute, but definitely did nothing to accent my curves. "You're gonna wear something that makes them work for it!" she exclaimed.

"Whatever you say, Claire!" I gleefully agreed. This was all a strange experiment anyway, and I trusted Claire, so why not go for it? We compromised a little bit, and she allowed me to wear some form fitting leggings that showed off my ass and fed into some ankle-high leather boots. We looked good, and we hit the town in search of some "good dick."

In our travels we met plenty of guys, but most of them ignored me and focused on Claire. Claire, unlike me, was under no dresscode guidelines, and wore an ensemble that screamed "fuck me." At first I thought it was unfair, and that maybe she was playing a trick on me, but as the night wore on I realized she was the first test - any guy who was drooling over her was definitely not the right one for me tonight.

Later in the evening, as always, we ended up at our favorite bar, The Perfect Party. It was a place where we were known, a place that felt safe, but also a place where I wasn't expecting to meet anyone spectacular. That was where I had met Jared, and Jared was generally the kind of guy you'd expect to meet there.

I sat at the bar, watching Claire dance with three guys at the same time, and honestly my feelings were a little hurt. Even though I was dressed conservatively, I thought I still looked hot, but Claire was the brightest star in the room, and the guys I did meet weren't exactly lighting my fire.

I had just begun to lose myself into doom scrolling on my phone when I heard a voice from in front of me. "Can I get you another one?" he said. Looking up from my phone I expected to see Raul, the owner, or maybe Terry, the usual bartender, but this was someone I had never seen before. He was tall, he had sandy hair and a 5 o'clock shadow, and he was gorgeous.

He was obviously older too. He looked to be about mid-forties, by the way gray speckled his stubble, and he had very cute smile lines around his mouth and eyes that crinkled up as he flashed me a grin.

"You're not Terry," I said, wanting nothing more than to engage with this hunky older man.

"No, I'm not," He replied, flashing me another smile, "I'm in from out of town, helping out Raul while Terry's away." He extended out his hand toward me. "I'm Brian."

"And this is Allie!" Claire bellowed from behind me as she sidled up to the bar next to me, "shake the man's hand Allie!" I took Brian's hand. His grip was strong, but also gentle. I felt a trickle begin in my loins.

"It's Allie's birthday, Brian, so you better treat her nice!" Claire said as she whisked a new drink off the bar top, and turned to return to the dance floor. She looked at me, bounced her eyebrows suggestively, and mouthed "have fun!" and then disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me alone at the bar. Alone with Brian.

We chatted as he worked, and I watched him as he engaged with the other patrons, whipping up drinks and banter. I found myself starting to get a bit jealous as I noticed a lot of the girls coming up to the bar clearly flirting with him. They'd bend over and offer him looks down their tops, or brush his hand with theirs as they picked up their drinks. He'd smile, and play along, but he'd always tick his eyes back over to me and make a "help me!" face which would make me giggle. Every girl there wanted his attention, but he kept his attention squarely on me.

I drank slowly. I wasn't trying to get drunk. Tonight I wanted to be, present.

The night wore on and the crowd started to dwindle, but I never left my seat at the bar. Claire had left long before, taking home a bespectacled bookworm. She said he wasn't really her usual type, but she felt like rocking someone's world that night. She squeezed my thigh, gave me a sultry "have a good night; I know I will," and trotted off with a cheshire cat grin on her face.

As closing time rolled around, Brian enticed me to stay for a final drink as he finished closing up. I said sure, and asked for water with a twist. He smiled, and poured himself the same.

The only two in the bar, we sat facing each other on stools, talking and laughing. As I finished my water, he touched my hand and asked "Do you want anything else?" My eyes never left his as I ran my tongue across my lips coquettishly. I couldn't contain a smile as I nodded.

His own smile returned, and with his hand placed softly on the side of my face, Brian leaned in and kissed me.

This wasn't a college boy kiss, frantically checking a box on the way to other activities, it was a strong, sensual kiss, and it lit a bonfire within me. I let out a long sigh. My lips opened up, and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth where it twirled and danced with mine.

My arms wrapped around his head, holding him close as we kissed, and I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. He gripped at first, but then slowly began sliding his hand up toward my body, until I finally felt his fingers press against my cunt.

He must have been some sort of a magician, because he pressed himself directly into my clit, and I let out a long, low moan as I gently bit his lower lip. He couldn't see it through my dark leggings but I was absolutely soaked.

This was it. I knew it. I was going to fuck this man.

I pulled away from his lips, trying to catch my breath and take stock of the situation. I tried to think of the best option of how to continue this, but I felt like we were stuck. Claire was no doubt using the dorm room, and even though I was horny enough to do it, I didn't want my first time to be on the sticky barroom tables of The Perfect Party.

Sensing my dismay, he looked me in the eye and said "I'm staying in the apartment upstairs." A smile broke free onto my face. That was exactly what I needed to hear.

Bursting through the door of his apartment, our hands were all over each others' bodies. Closing the door behind us, he suddenly pushed me hard against it, and kissed me deep as he ran his hands all over my body. I felt him squeeze my ass hard and pull me close. I felt the thick, ropey muscles of his arms. He ran his hands up my body, under my sweater, and I gasped sharply as he squeezed my full tits hard.

Raising my arms, he followed suit, and slid the sweater off my body. A hungry growl escaped his throat as he took in my bursting cleavage rising and falling with a deep pulsing rhythm with every breath. His hands went back to my tits, squeezing and sliding over the exposed skin, and then he licked his lips and dropped his face into the deep crevice between them. His lips and tongue worked fast and furious, kissing, sucking, licking. My cunt throbbed with arousal.

Grasping at his body as he ravaged my tits, my hand found his cock through his pants. It was hard. It was Big. I needed it. Now.

I pushed Brian away, and spun him around, turning the tables by pushing him back against the door like he had done to me. My tongue found his mouth one last time, and then I dropped to my knees.

I frantically pulled apart his pants, ripped them down along with his underwear, and paused only momentarily as his cock sprang into view. It was long and thick, and strained up toward my mouth in a perfect erection. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen, let alone touched. Any trepidation passed swiftly, though, and without any hesitation, I leaned in and began to feed his length into my mouth.

He moaned appreciatively, and my head began to bob on his tip. This cock was big, but I was determined to take as much of it into my mouth as possible. I began sliding my tongue and lips up and down his length, lubing it all up before attempting to take more of it. Slipping the head back into my mouth I pushed further this time, and was rewarded with an appreciative groan. I felt my cunt begin to drip as I doubled my efforts, taking him long, deep, and wet. I was salivating over this piece of meat, my excitement getting the better of me, and all thoughts of making sure I came first exited my mind. I didn't even care if the night ended right now with a mouthful of his cum, but somehow I knew that wouldn't be the case. This was no college boy cock I was desperately sucking, this was the cock of a man.

My mouth was making him slick and wet, but I didn't bring my hands up to join the action, because my body knew this was not just some random blow job, this was me fucking him with my mouth. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be inside me, how good it could feel sliding between my wet lips.

His hands, so politely at his sides as I began my ministrations, slid over to my head, gripping deep into my thick mane of black hair. I looked up at him, making sultry eye contact as I pulled back and sucked on his tip, and my eyes never left his as I pushed forward, trying again to take as much of his thick pole into my mouth as I could. I only made it about half way, but the message was clear: I wanted all of it.

I saw a hunger, a need in his eyes, and with a wet pop, he pulled my lips off his throbbing cock, followed by a loud "God damn!" Standing me up, he kissed me deep, and then pushed me off toward his bedroom, accenting the motion with a swat of his hand on my ass. I jumped and giggled, and quickly padded down the hall toward the doorway.

His bedroom was clean, with a well-made queen sized bed in the middle of it. This alone was a turn on, as I was excited to not be fooling around on a twin sized bed in the corner of a dark dorm room surrounded by laundry and scattered takeout boxes.

I felt his breath oh my ear as he came up behind me. His hands wrapped around my body, feeling me from cunt to neck, then settled on my tits. Hot lips were on my neck as he squeezed, and then I felt his hands slide down to the middle of my bra, where he felt the front clasp of my bra.

This guy knew what he was doing.

His fingers fiddled for a moment, and then with a soft "click" he began to pull the cups away from my tits. Looking over, I caught my reflection in the mirror above his bureau, and felt a surge in my cunt as I watched this man expose my large breasts to the night air.

His hands covered them again, squeezed, and I let out an involuntary moan as his fingers began to gently tweak and roll each nipple. I looked back at the mirror and watched his hands knead and massage my breasts.

Cool air replaced hot hands on my tits as he traveled down my tummy, pausing at the waistband of my leggings. Gripping each side he pulled, peeling the tight fabric off me as I shimmied my hips to help. Kicking off my shoes, I stepped out of each leg, and stood there in only my panties. Brian knelt beside me, his hands gripping my curvy hips. Gently, but with purpose, he turned me around so I was looking down at him on his knees before me. He ran his hands over my legs and across my wet panties, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Then with a wry smile, he leaned in and kissed my cunt through the thin material.

My knees practically buckled.

Standing up, he guided my weak-kneed self over to the bed, where I happily climbed in and sidled back up against the plush pillows. I could see his thick, hard, cock bouncing as he crawled after me. My cunt grew wetter, my lips swelled out wider. Kneeling before me, cock high and hard, he reached down, and slowly stripped the soaked panties off my body. My legs spread for him almost involuntarily, and he took in the sight of my neatly trimmed bush.

I needed that cock inside me, and I needed it badly, however instead of driving it in me up to the hilt, it disappeared from view as he laid down flat on the bed, gripped my thick thighs in either hand, and pressed his lips into my juicy cunt.

I gasped, and my breathing became hot and ragged as his lips and tongue traced mystical shapes of pleasure around my lips and clit. I was so worked up, each pass across my clit was like a literal joy buzzer, and I started to writhe and wriggle as this man pleasured me with his mouth. I was sailing quickly toward a considerable orgasm as it was, but then, as he zeroed in on my pulsating clit, he shifted into high gear as I felt two fingers press into me. I almost screamed.

There was little resistance, due to how wet I was, but my cunt was still tight, and my lips grasped his fingers firmly as he pressed in and out, exploring my inner walls in tandem with his magical tongue.

I was experiencing pleasure like never before, pleasure at the hands of someone who knew how to please, not some bumbling undergrad looking to nut. It was overwhelming, and as he continued his consistent ministrations I was quickly speeding toward release. My body felt warm, my face and chest began to flush, and a vibration started deep in my core. His fingers, in and out, his tongue, up and down, it all became too much, and my body began to spastically squeeze, and all at once lightning surged from the tip of my clit, deep through my body, into my brain, and I came.

His fingers and tongue rode me through the waves of pleasure, and as the exploding lights behind my eyes started to fade, I felt him softly caressing me, helping guide me back to earth.

He kneeled up between my legs, rubbing my thighs tenderly, and then I saw his dick. Still thick, still hard. I had reached unimaginable heights of pleasure already, and I still had that gorgeous cock to look forward to.

Brian looked down at me, and stroked his cock slowly. I watched his strong hand pass up and down his length, and despite having just had an earth-shattering orgasm, I felt wetness surge into my cunt. I spread my legs wide again for him, looked him in the eye and nodded. He smiled back at me as he pumped his throbbing cock.

Just then I felt his body on mine. He kissed me hard, and I felt the weight of his chest compress my breasts. Lips trailed down my neck, and hands gripped my ass and slid over my spread legs. Then I felt it. Barely even assisting with his own hands, I felt his hard cock line up with the entrance to my dripping cunt. My breath was heavy, and his breath was hot in my ear.

I felt the head of his cock press against my opening. The intensity of the moment, the size of his cock, it all hit me at once and I was overcome with sudden hesitation. I had had fingers, I had had toys, but I had never had something as large as Brians cock inside me. I was momentarily worried, but I was also wetter than I had ever been in my life. In a moment of instinctual panic I breathed in his ear "I'm a virgin."

His teeth clamped down gently on my earlobe and he whispered "I know" back into my ear, and then I felt my entire core start to split apart. He pushed, slowly but firmly, and spread my vagina wide with his thick cock. There was no pain, there was no blood, just the simultaneous feeling of being split in half and completely filled up. I moaned loudly and my legs clamped around his back. He continued to push, and I felt more of his length slide into my body.

He paused, letting me get used to the feeling, my breath ragged and heavy, my breasts heaving against his hard pecs. Then he pushed again, and a bolt of lightning passed through me as I felt him bottom out inside of me.

I did it. I took his whole, fat cock inside of me. I was no longer a virgin.

My heart kept pounding, my breath kept coming short and shallow, and I heard him ask me if I was ok. I gasped a short "yes" and then met his mouth with a long kiss. The feeling was overwhelming, but I wanted more. My hands grabbed his tight ass and pulled him toward me, signaling what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me.

I felt his teeth on my lips, then on my neck, and with a long, deep groan, Brian gave me my wish. Slowly at first, he slid his cock back out. My tight cunt lips gripped his length and sent shockwaves through my body. Then he pushed back in. All of it.

I practically squealed.

Then again, slowly in, slowly out. He was sawing me in half, and it was the most amazing feeling I'd ever experienced. My cunt continued to gush around his cock, making the path it was traveling slicker and more welcoming. At the end of each inward thrust I felt his pubic bone gently tap my clit, sending short, tantalizing bursts of pleasure through my body that were such a tease.

I gripped his ass again and pulled him into me and choked out "More."

Brian shifted his weight, and I felt his pace begin to quicken.

I said it again: "More"

He hooked his arm under one of my legs, lifting it up toward his shoulder, creating an entirely new sensation inside my cunt as he thrust quicker and quicker, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside me.

My moans were constant as my body tried to process the new, spectacular sensations Iit was experiencing. He was thrusting hard and fast now, giving me what I wanted. Fucking me. I had met this man hours earlier, the last hours I would spend as a virgin, and now I was taking his large penis inside my body. It was exhilarating. It was scary. I loved it.”

To be continued in Part 6

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.