Diary of a Horny Student Ch. 25

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

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

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

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

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

I erupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I see them?"

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

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

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

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

I smirked to myself as I put my shirt on.

"Who's Christine?"

"What?" I exclaimed, turning toward her abruptly.

"Easy, easy! You just got a text from someone named Christine. Asking where you were."

I took my phone back, shoving it quickly into my pants pocket. I sat down on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes.

"So who is she?"

Once again I didn't really know how to answer that question.

"Just a friend," I said flatly.

"Mmhmm," Kerri responded, doubtfully, "is she the kind of 'friend' who's gonna be upset your balls have already been completely drained?"

"Don't worry about it." I was colder than I should have been. Kerri was just curious, and I was being a jerk about it. Feeling guilty for my prickly tone, I scooted myself up toward the lounging Greek goddess of lust. "Listen," I said, placing my hand on her golden calf, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a jerk, I've just got a lot of stuff going on. A lot of confusing stuff that's just been a bitch to try and process."

"No, I understand," her tits jiggled delightfully as she brushed her hair out of her face, "Lot of that going around. Just that time of life for everyone, I think. You can tell me about her next time."

Next time. She wanted to do this again. Hell, I did too, but the thought of adding premeditation to what we did made my stomach grow cold. There would be no defense then, no excuse of passions getting the better of us, just pure dishonesty and subterfuge.

"Kerri," I began, "I don't know if we should do this again. I think it might be wrong."

Kerri took a moment to consider my words, then sat up straight. Pressing her big tits into my arm she leaned in close and said "This doesn't have to be complicated, Tim. It can just be fun."

I tiled my head in and kissed her. Hard.

"Just think about it, ok?"

I nodded weakly.

"And send me those pictures, ok?"

I smiled. We kissed. I took one last feel of her stupendous breasts, and left.

I checked my phone in the car. I did, in fact, have a message from Christine asking where I was. I hadn't even considered what time it was, and I had definitely more than missed church. My conflicted feelings about Kerri became compounded by the returning knot in my stomach.

"Hey, sorry, I overslept. Long night." I wrote back to her. Not technically a lie.

"No problem. You wanna meet me at The Spot at 7?"

I thought about it for a long moment. Thinking of Christine made me smile. What Christine and I had was arguably the least complicated of my romantic entanglements (or at least that was what I told myself). Seeing her would surely set my chaotic mind to rest. She had that effect on me.

"Sure thing."

I got home to an empty house, jumped in the shower, and thought about what my night had been.

Kerri said it didn't have to be complicated, and I wanted to believe her, but I had a hard time believing anything about my sex life could be uncomplicated. There was nothing uncomplicated about fucking my friend's girlfriend. There was nothing uncomplicated about the hot and cold between me and Tara.

There was nothing uncomplicated about the feelings I was realizing I had developed for Christine.

I didn't know what those feelings were, exactly, but they were more than just lust. We had been friends for so long that despite my best intentions it was proving to be impossible to separate the time I spent with her as a friend from the time I spent with her in bed. I knew there was no path forward for us. Like Kerri had said, nothing that happened this summer would really count once the fall came, and would most likely vanish to time as life moved on, but that didn't make it any easier to compartmentalize.

It didn't make me want her any less.

My car pulled into The Spot, and Christine was already waiting, leaning her lithe body against the hood of her car.

The last lights of a golden sunset cast her in an amber glow. Her long, smooth legs had a shine to them, ascending up into short shorts that hugged her slight curves. As always, bare legs meant a more conservative top, but the wide, ragged mouth of her sweatshirt hung off her shoulder in a delicious way. I saw no bra strap. As soon as she saw my car, her eyes lit up and a smile blossomed on her face.

I had barely put my car into park when all at once she had hopped into the passenger seat.

We looked at each other in silence, an unspoken tension building.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I answered.

Slowly she closed the distance between us on the big bench seat, licking her lips as she sidled up next to me.

Her eyes twinkled in the fading light. Her hair cascaded down one side of her perfect face. She leaned in, and my lips touched hers in a long, slow kiss. This wasn't a hook up kiss, this was a real kiss. My hand reached up and cupped her head through her brunette locks. I felt her sigh.

Then suddenly she pulled away from me with a start. There was a different look in her eye now, something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't lust, it was something more unsure. Then, as if trying to shake herself out of the feeling, her hands darted down to my pants, making quick work of the button and zipper.

The cool air touched the skin of my cock only briefly, as it was quickly engulfed by the sweet, wet warmth of Christine's mouth.

I had cum very hard three times in the recent past, so the sudden sensation of her sucking mouth on my tender flesh elicited a sharp "OH!" from me.

Christine's lips and mouth worked at a feverish pace. This wasn't anything like the kiss we just shared, this was determined. She sucked and slobbered on my cock in a way that normally would have brought me to full mast almost immediately, but the combination of her uncharacteristic overeagerness, the sensitivity of my swollen skin, and my sexual exhaustion from the activities of the previous night and morning, got me only half hard at best.

"I want you to get hard for me, Tim," She said, switching over to a tight handjob while she spoke, "I want you to get so hard so you can cum on my face. Don't you want to cum on my face?"

It's true Christine had become a lot more comfortable with dirty talk, and usually hearing all sorts of words and expressions I never would have expected for a pastor's daughter would have gotten me harder than tetris, but this was too over the top. She was trying too hard. Something was off. For both of us.

She dipped her head down and went back to work sucking hard, this time rolling my balls in her hand. My mind jumped back to the first time we experienced each other, right there in that same car. Her mouth had gone at my cock with a similar fervor, but there was a passion there, then. There was a need. That first time my cock went in her mouth I felt the whole energy of her body in every lick of her tongue.

Last time she wanted my cock. She wanted my cum. This time...I couldn't help but feel like what she wanted was a distraction. It felt good, there was no denying it, but it didn't feel RIGHT. Not this time.

"Christine, Christine, stop, stop." I pleaded, and gently guided her head out of my lap. She sat back up, hair tousled over one eye, and wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand. It was so delightfully lewd that even in my current state my cock couldn't help but surge at the sight.

"You wanna watch me touch myself?" She said with a lusty grin, working her hand into the front of her tight shorts.

"No, no...I mean yes...but no," I said, confused about what I wanted.

"What's wrong?" she said, furrowing her brow with the legitimate concern of a real friend.

I looked at her for a moment. There was definitely something wrong here. I knew it immediately on my end, and that look on her face after that kiss--her sudden change in demeanor after--I knew she was feeling the same thing.

"Christine, I have to tell you something. When I got here tonight I wasn't sure if I was going to...but now I think I should."

"Ok..." she said, her concern turning to confusion.

"The reason I wasn't at church..."

"You overslept."

"It's true, I did...but I have to tell you why." Christine was very still as she waited for my next words. "I spent the night with someone."

I watched her face as the words landed. She was trying to remain calm, but I could see something else behind her eyes.

"So what, why are you telling me this?" She said with a nervous chuckle, "it's not like we're dating or anything."

"I told you because I needed to. For the same reason I think you needed to hear it."

"I don't think I need to hear you can't get it up because some other girl fucked your brains out, Tim." She said in a tone that was uncharacteristically nasty.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"Tim, I don't know what you mean," she said, turning away and nervously gathering her things, "but I do know that maybe this was a mistake tonight. I'm not exactly in the mood anymore."

"Christine..." I sighed as she made her way out of the car.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest. You clearly need it."

And with that she was gone. I sat alone in my car for a few moments, replaying the situation in my head. I needed to get my mind off of it, so I took out my phone and drafted an email to Just4theWatcherXOXO.

"Here you go" it read, "just might be the best painting I've ever seen. Can't wait till the next one ;)"

I took a moment to look back on the slutty pictures Kerri had let me take, pictures of her gorgeous face and body splattered in my semen, attached them to the email, and hit send.

Almost instantly, as though she had been waiting, I got an email back.

"Thanks so much for a lovely time. You're a great artist." I smiled at how the dumb joke Tara started seemed to continue to be useful. "Here's a tip for all your hard work ;)"

There was an attachment.

I clicked the file, and waited patiently as it loaded. It was probably only a couple seconds, but it felt like forever. Then, finally, the screen of my phone was taken up by a close up of Kerri's face. I recognized it right away as the full version of the photo she had used to entice me into her voyeuristic plan.

Kerri looked up at me with the familiar sight of a bright, white slash of semen reaching up from the bridge of her nose into her dark curly hair--it was a sight I would never forget--but the whole picture was so much more erotic: her mouth was open slightly, a lustful smile on her face. Her lips and chin were splattered in gooey white, Mike's purple, spent cock inches from her covered skin.

My cock surged back to life. I knew exactly why she was smiling. Mike may have been the one cumming on her face, but it was clear that she was taking this photo just for me.

I reached down to my hardening cock and began to stroke frantically. It wasn't long before the image of Kerri's cummy face worked one more load out of me for the day.

I arrived back home, dazed and spent, my cock and balls sore from the whirlwind of the last 24 hours. My step mom Kelly was there to greet me, a certain glow about her that could only mean one thing. I thought about the lusty alter-ego I had created for her in my mind, Kel, to separate the woman who helped raise me from the sexual creature who no doubt had spent the night with Brian last night.

As Kelly talked I half listened, my mind wandering. I thought about my argument with Tara, and whether I was being unfair to her. I thought about how tomorrow was Monday, which meant I'd have to go back to work, have to interact with Letty for the first time since her domination of me Friday night. I thought about Kerri, about the feel of her body, the satisfied look on her face after I shot my cum on her; I thought about how wrong it felt, but also how good it felt. And finally I thought about Christine; what had we both discovered that we were too afraid to admit? I thought I knew, but I didn't know when the next time I'd see her would be. Not after tonight.

At least until Kelly's words suddenly pierced through my daze and sent a cold lump into my stomach.

"Don't forget, sweetie, you've got the church youth camping trip next weekend!"

...oh, fuck.