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."
