25
It was Sunday morning, and I was lying awake in bed.
I laid there taking stock of everything that had happened recently; of the things I had experienced, of the women in my life.
My adventures had started with Rachel, the big breasted church girl. I had been her date for her prom, and our night had ended with an explosive, if somewhat ultimately awkward, exchange of orgasms.
Then there was Steph. My step sister's best friend who asked me for help with school, became my first lover, and then ultimately asked me to take her anal virginity before we broke up and she left for college.
Of course there was also Christine, the pastor's daughter desperately fighting her worldly urges. She had asked me for help keeping those urges in check, and I was happy to provide her with that help, all over her face, neck and chest on a regular basis.
There was my boss, Letty. She asked nothing of me, she commanded it. And I obeyed. When we were together my body was hers, and I was happy to give it to her.
Then of course there was Tara. My best friend, the one for whom my feelings were the most conflicted. She had asked me once to jerk off for her, to cum for her, and ever since then we had been traveling down a rocky, yet exciting road, one that I honestly could not see the destination of.
These women had me by the balls, each and every one of them. They asked things of me, and I was happy to provide. They had needs, and I fulfilled them. We fulfilled them for each other. It was messy, to be sure, but it was honest.
But then there was Kerri. She was my friend Mike's girlfriend who had gotten off on me secretly watching them have sex, asking me multiple times to repeat the situation for her benefit. What she asked of me was subversive. Clandestine. Dishonest. And I had done it anyway. What did that mean? Was I a bad person? Were we bad people? Or was the real dishonesty the facade of Kerri and Mike's relationship? More importantly, did I care? Or was the need between my legs more powerful than the sense in my head?
These were the things I thought of as I lay there in bed.
As I lay there in a bed that was not my own.
The previous night, at her request, I logged in to a webcam feed with the intention of acting out one of these dishonest events with Kerri. I was going to watch her fuck her boyfriend, my friend Mike, in an attempt to give her the thrill she needed to orgasm. In return she was going to send me a photo of her having received a cum facial--one of my fastest-devloping kinks, and a favorite of mine when it came to porn. I was powerless to resist
To that point I had been nothing but a passive observer; as far as I was concerned I was providing a friendly service! Sure it was wrong in the objective sense, but no one was getting hurt.
That was, until Mike had to go and ruin Kerri's night by losing his load all over her way, way too early. What should have been passionate sex turned into an argument of frustration, and then there she was, alone, in need, and asking me to come over.
The request couldn't have come at a worse time. I was already confused and frustrated by my own love life, and even maybe a little angry, but worst of all I was horny. So when she sent me her two-word message of need, after the sudden sweat on my brow started to cool, I sent her a two-letter response driven entirely by the chemicals swirling through my body.
"OK."
The entire drive to Kerri's house, all I could think about was how wrong it was. I was headed to my friend's girlfriend's house, behind his back, to presumably do a lot more than watch. It was wrong, it was cruel, but that didn't stop my cock from being rock hard the entire drive to Kerri's house.
I went in through the back door, the way I had the first time Kerri had a request of me, and almost stumbled my way up to her room, my body buzzing with excitement. I was drawn like a moth toward the sliver of light cast upon the dark upper hallway by her cracked-open door. I stopped just outside her room and looked in silently. She was still sitting at her computer desk, still in the tight short shorts, still in the loose-hanging button down.
My heart raced as I took one last look at her as nothing but a passive observer, took a deep breath, and pushed into her bedroom, dick first.
Kerri's head turned quickly to meet me, but she said nothing. Neither of us did. We looked at each other, both silently acknowledging the line we were about to cross, and then Kerri made the first move. She got up out of her chair and slowly sauntered toward me, her thick, powerful hips pitching and rolling as she moved.
When she had closed half the distance between us, she stopped. I didn't know what to do at first, whether it was an invitation, or a revocation. She stood there silently for a moment, never taking her eyes off of me, and then slowly dropped to her knees, just as I had watched her do for Mike.
She had made her choice, and now it was time for me to make mine.
I watched this beauty before me, this Greek goddess, as she spread her shirt open, revealing her thick, full breasts, again just as I had watched her do for Mike. That was all the invitation I needed.
I made my way toward her, unbuckling my pants as I moved, and stopped a few steps before her as I pulled my hard cock out of my pants. I wanted her to get a good look.
Her eyes left mine to take in the rod presented before her, and I saw a knowing smile start to pull at her lips. A smile I had seen before on Steph, on Christine...on Tara.
Still smiling, Kerri's gaze reluctantly left my cock and met my eyes again, and then, just like she had done for Mike, Kerri silently tipped her head back and hung open her mouth.
My cock throbbed. Her gaze cut right through me. She wanted it, she needed it, as badly as I did, if not worse. I watched her breasts start to rise and fall as both our breaths started to deepen in anticipation.
I wanted those breasts. I needed those breasts. I needed that mouth. I needed that body. With lust burning behind my eyes and no care for right and wrong anywhere in my mind, I closed that sacred final distance and slipped my cock into my friend's girlfriend's mouth.
Kerri's lips closed around my shaft with a moan that I felt reverberate through me. Her eyes closed dreamily, and I felt a sweet suction. It was really happening--Kerri was sucking my dick.
Those first touches, those first tastes, were slow and languid, but quickly the urgency of the moment took over. I could feel the excitement buzzing through her body. Her hands started grasping and caressing my legs. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. Her head bobbed faster with each stroke, her mouth grew wetter. That erotic slurp I had heard her let out on the end of Mike's cock was now being let out on mine, and I groaned deeply in encouragement.
One hand came up and joined her sucking mouth, grasping my shaft and stroking at a matched pace. The sensations were coursing through my body at light speed. I gasped.
Kerri pulled her mouth off my tip in alarm, and looked up at me as she continued to stroke.
"Don't you dare cum," she said, her hand still stroking my slick, straining cock, "don't you dare fucking cum."
She ducked her head back down and sucked me back into her mouth for two, three, four loud, wet slurps. She was demanding. She was insistent. Her lips felt amazing, but looking down at her I knew she wanted more. Needed more. She wasn't trying to make me cum, she was trying to make me ready.
I was ready.
I gripped her by her mane of curly black hair and tipped her head back, popping my cock out of her mouth with a gasp. A long string of saliva hung between my hard cock and her full, pillowy lips, both of us swollen from her sucking. She looked at me breathlessly. The thick string of saliva slipped bobbed and snapped, leaving a long, wet lash across the tops of her heaving breasts.
I felt the animal take hold inside of me, and I pulled Kerri up to her feet and into a hard, deep kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and then started to move backward toward the bed, gripping my shirt in her hand. Pulling me.
We stumbled back till we both hit the lip of her bed and fell down onto the blankets. Our breaths were coming like racing horses. We rolled and shifted, a flurry of gripping hands, spreading legs, kissing lips.
Our pants were gone, lost in the whirlwind. Her hot breath was in my ear, her heels pulling at my back. The desperate question of "Condom?" was met with the breathless answer of "Pill." I felt her wet lower lips kiss and spread for my tip, her heels pull at my back, and then all at once I was enveloped in boiling-hot tightness. I was inside her.
Keri let out a loud groan and her strong legs pulled me deep. She was so wet. So tight. I'd like to say what followed was precise, methodical love making, but that would be a lie. I gripped on to her body, and she onto mine, and I began thrusting into her hard and fast. This wasn't love, this wasn't even sex, this was FUCKING.
I drove into her over and over, egged on by the chorus of yelps and gasps that punctuated each thrust. The way her thick voluptuous breasts shook and jiggled was mesmerizing. Her whole body was lighting up like a pinball machine.
"Fuck, your cock feels so good!" she shouted between ragged breaths. She pulled me close, letting my weight down on top of her, pushing her breasts into me. I slipped one hand behind her head, gripping her thick black hair, and another down under her ass as I pushed and pushed.
Her lips were right near my ear now, her cries going directly into my soul, and then I felt her teeth close on the lobe of my ear. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to tell me she was there.
This sent a jolt of arousal through my body and I felt my cock get even harder. If she kept that up I was surely done for, so I pulled on her dark mane, tipping her head back with an arch and a gasp.
Her whole long neck was exposed to me now, from her soft jawline down her smooth throat, over collar bone and chest right down to those perfect, jiggling breasts. My lips and tongue descended on her and lavished her skin with licks, kisses, and sucks.
Her head lolled back and forth, her body no doubt struggling to process the bombardment of sensations. She broke free from the hand in her hair, looked me in the eye, and desperately pleaded "Behind. Fuck me from behind."
I rolled off her immediately, slipping briefly out of her amazing pussy, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. A little squeal of delight escaped her lips as I pulled her up to her hands and knees. At the moment, I don't know what came over me, but without even thinking, in the heat of the moment, I gave Kerri's big, firm ass a hard slap.
She immediately shot her head over her shoulder, eyeing me, and for a moment I thought that was it. I thought I had fucked up. But the cocked eyebrow and the lusty smile she gave me sent a surge of reinvigoration into my cock and I quickly lined back up to her wet pussy and pushed back in.
The sensation was incredible for both of us and we moaned in unison. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin soon followed. I gripped her hips tightly as I threw my thick length into her, deep. Kerri's face dropped down into the sheets, and one arm shot out against the headboard to steady her trembling body.
Her pussy was magical, squeezing me in ways I had never experienced before, and I felt the white-hot coil inside me begin to tighten, the pressure begin to build. I wanted to cum so bad, I wanted to cum inside my friend's girlfriend, but I couldn't. Not yet. I had to stay strong. I was fucking her in a way I knew Mike never had, and I was determined to finish the job.
Kerri's moans and cries turned from throaty ejaculations into a series of loud, sharp "Oh!"s, and I knew we were in the home stretch.
