Of Self and Selfishness

'No!' Kara grunted her objection to my anal probe, but I ignored it and began to work the tip of my thumb back and forth. She muttered something incomprehensible, pushed against my thumb and cock, then asked for more. I pushed my thumb all the way in, amazed at how quickly she had learnt to relax. Kara turned her head to look at me, her eyes glazed, mouth open and her hair swaying like a willow tree in the wind. Her breasts swung back and forth, sometimes in rhythm with my thrusts, sometimes fighting against.

I felt the buzz deep inside that normally encouraged me to speed up in pursuit of the pure selfishness of orgasm. But I slowed for a moment, then turned to Talia and pressed my mouth against her ear.

'I want you to use your hand on me when I cum, okay?' Talia nodded and we kissed again as I pulled my thumb from Kara's arse, followed by my cock from her pussy. As I did I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to her knees in front of me.

'No!' she gasped, but I held her face still. Talia didn't wait for me to ask, she gripped my slick shaft and stroked it three times, keeping it pointing at her beautician's face. I came then, a violent and pleasurable release. The first blob of cum, white against her dark skin, landed on her eye.

'Oh gross!' Kara began to yell, but the next Talia inspired jet entered her open mouth, whether by accident or design I never asked. Kara tried to spit it out and turn her head, but I yanked her hair again and she yelled, and in doing so opened her mouth wide. Full of the ultimate self centred lust I pushed forward and entered her mouth, pulling her head down as I continued to cum. I could feel her throat vibrate as she tried to yell at me, and when she finally opened her mouth, I pulled back, watching the last streams dribble from my tip and fall onto her breasts and Talia's carpet.

Talia kissed me again as I released Kara who staggered to her feet. Before she could regain her balance I pushed her backwards against the bed, then this time I fell to my knees and pushed my mouth over her pussy. Kara made a half hearted effort to close her legs and push me away, but I was as aware as she was that she hadn't reached her own climax. I rasped my tongue crudely over her protruding clit and was rewarded with a moan and a lifting of her hips. I alternated between running my tongue over and around her engorged bud, and sucking on it with my lips, every change of action rewarded with a new vocal encouragement and physical motion. Talia sat on the bed and I watched as she spread my seed that was in her hand over Kara's smooth stomach. Then she ran her hands over each of Kara's full breasts, an action that excited me enough that my cock twitched and began to harden again. Then Kara came, her legs going rigid and her hands twisting to grab the bed cover. I rode her through her climax without mercy, my tongue lashing her clit and driving her almost immediately into another climax. This time I sucked on her clit, which in turn made her cum for a third time, after which she kicked me in the chest, pushing me away from her and allowing her to snap her legs shut.

Talia laughed and clapped her hands. Kara rolled onto her side, then staggered to her feet, her face a mess of sticky white cum mixed with smudged mascara. She reeled into the hall and disappeared into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. I stood, then pushed Talia onto her back on the bed. Obligingly she parted her legs, but I was too soft to enter her and had other plans. I kissed her, grabbing her chin to stop her turning away as she realised my mouth was covered with Kara's wetness. Then she kissed me back with defiant passion. I broke the kiss, trailing my mouth down over her neck and breasts, across her stomach and watched as she parted her legs, exposing her sex to me. I licked her once with a slow lascivious action, then a second time, then stood and walked from the door, scooping up my clothes. I barely had time to pull my pants up, before I walked from the house towards my car, holding the zipper closed as I climbed in. As I started the engine, Talia burst from the house, her long tee shirt back in place. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief and anger. I slammed the car into reverse, and then raced off down the road.

***

She rang me later that afternoon, unable to hold back her anger. By then I'd drunk four beers and was getting a buzz on.

'What the fuck...'

'Hello gorgeous,' I interrupted.

'You're a cunt...!' I hung up mid tirade.

She rang again, and I answered, then hung up as the abuse started. I ignored the next three calls, then silence filled my small apartment for the next thirty minutes, allowing me to complete the six pack. When it rang again I answered, pleased at hearing Michele's voice, despite the guilt that rose up as I replayed the morning's scene in my head. I hoped I hadn't left anything incriminating behind in my hasty escape.

'How's your day been handsome?'

'Just been waitin' for your call,' I laughed. I felt light headed, the alcohol suppressing my guilt and giving me a sense of euphoria.

'You comin' over?' I hesitated in replying, in that I wanted to see Michele but not wanting to confront Talia.

'Hey, I've had a few beers and probably shouldn't drive. Maybe you could come here?'

'Okay.' I sensed relief in her tone, then her voice lowered to almost a whisper. 'Tali's being a right bitch, so it'd be good to get out of here for a night. See you soon.' She hung up. I started to clean up the mess I'd created when the phone rang again. I answered only to hear Talia's voice. The anger was gone but she sounded sulky.

'So, you gunna get even more sex huh?'

'Hey, Tali...' I began but she cut me off.

'If Mum goes down on you that'll make three mouths in one day. Somethin' of a record for you I'd be guessin?' The alcohol made me reckless.

'Yup,' I agreed. 'I'd like you to know that your mouth's the best.' There was silence at that.

'Really?'

'Yup, you really know how to suck cock. Well, my cock anyway.'

'Are you drunk?'

'Yup, and Michele'll be here soon, so abuse me and get on with your weekend. Stop bein' a bitch to my girlfriend.'

Talia giggled at that.

'You're a cunt, you know that?' Her tone was lighter now so I listened. 'You got me so fucking turned on, then left me high and dry.'

'I thought Kara would use that long tongue of hers on you.' I giggled then, but the image of the two teenage girls together made my cock twitch.

'Fuck off, we're not like that. I just wanted to watch.'

'I know, you told me, so that's what I let you do.'

'I want you to come over tomorrow afternoon. Mum's going to someone's place. I want you to fuck me however you want.' My cock swelled as Talia started to beg. 'Please Dave, I'll let you treat me however you want. Anything. Just come over tomorrow.' I let the silence swell down the line and saw Michele's car pull to the curb on the opposite side of the street.

'Chele's here,' I muttered, 'gotta go.'

'Tomorrow, please!'

'I'll text you in the morning.' I hung up.

***

Michele was tired after a long day. We ordered Thai take away, shared half a bottle of wine of which I had two sips, then crawled into bed. Our love making was sweet and quick, Michele on her back, her long legs wrapped around my waist as we slowly moved together. I watched her face, but at times Kara's dark eyes seemed to peer from under her brow. We came together and I felt sleep's welcoming embrace rushing to claim me.

'Hey,' she muttered, startling me. 'I'd love it if you'd come to a barbeque with me tomorrow - I meant to ask you during the week.' Tomorrow. Talia's begging returned from my memory.

'Absolutely,' I smiled, dragging myself to the toilet. 'Do you want some water?' I asked as I returned to the bedroom. Michele nodded and I walked to the kitchen, scooping my mobile from the kitchen bench. With a sense of relief I texted my alibi to Talia.

"FU" was her reply.

***

I had expected that Michele would be home when I arrived that Saturday to play the role of tutor to her daughter. But she was already at the club having a warm up hit with her team. Tennis finals were taken seriously apparently.

As soon I realised that Michele was gone and Talia and I would be alone, I felt the twitch in my loins followed by a sharp pang of guilt. Like indigestion it would pass. Talia was wearing a pair of hot pink yoga pants that revealed a lack of underwear, and a crop top that fell to her navel but was tight enough to reveal a lack of underwear up there too. Her smile was inviting as she opened the door and pulled me inside, and her tongue slipped into my mouth as we kissed. I didn't resist and I didn't want to, instead I let me hands find their way onto her tight rounded butt and pulled her against my growing erection.

'Not yet,' she gasped, twisting out of my grasp. 'First I need some help with some equations.'

'What?'

'You know, maths shit? That's why you're here isn't it?' She turned and I followed her into the kitchen where her study books lay open on the table. My brain had formulated a smart arse response that I thought I was here for sex, but decided that perhaps this was the opportunity to avoid her sexually for once. Michele would be home in about an hour, so if I could drag the tuition out for that length of time, I'd be free. Part of me felt disappointed; Talia looked sexy as hell in that outfit and I was sure she knew it. But overall the relief I felt was a more positive emotion. I could try and let the better me win.

It was a differential calculus problem made more complex by the way her teacher had laid it out. I could see that with minimal guidance Talia would solve it fairly quickly. I also knew that it was more than she needed to know at high school level and recognised that her teacher was pushing Talia's limits. That was good. I gave Talia minimal prompts to push her towards the solution, one eye on the clock as she worked her way towards understanding what she was being asked to do. About twenty minutes after we'd started, I saw the look of understanding sparkle in her eyes and watched in silence as she raced through to a solution. There was still half an hour to kill, so I made her rework her solution in long hand to ensure that her calculations were correct.

'There's marks in showing how you reached your answer,' the teacher in me reminded her.

I'd dragged the problem out for forty minutes and felt fairly safe. I turned to the kitchen and filled the kettle.

'Coffee?' I asked.

'I want you to fuck me,' came the answer. Talia sounded breathless and I turned to see that her chest was rising and falling in response to her shallow and rapid breathing. And that her nipples were rock hard. I could see that because she had pulled her crop top off and it lay under her chair. Her lips were slightly parted and I watched as the tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips. I banged the kettle down on the bench, causing a small spray of water to leap out of the spout.

'Michele will be home any minute...'

'Then you'd better be quick,' she interrupted. 'I haven't touched myself since that morning with Kara...' she trailed off.

'I liked fucking her,' I said, narrowing my eyes. I was trying to draw out the final minutes until Michele's car came sweeping into the drive like cavalry to the rescue.

'I liked watching you fuck her,' Talia replied, keeping her cool. She reached for her waistband and rolled the pink stretch material down over her hips and legs and stepped free of them. Then she lifted herself onto the kitchen table, pushing her books aside while never letting her eyes look away from mine. 'And now I want you to fuck me.'

My cock was swelling and becoming uncomfortable in my jeans. I could have stalled longer if I'd wanted to. Indeed I could've walked outside into the garden to savour the sunshine. Talia could hardly follow without getting dressed and that simple act would almost be one of defeat. But that part of the brain that wants sex, especially with a beautiful, taboo eighteen year old, told me that there was still time for a quick and pleasurable copulation on the table. I had dropped my gaze to the pink opening of Talia's pussy, visibly moist even from across the room. I took four steps and was between her legs, my hands tugging my belt buckle loose, unclipping the button on my jeans as pulling the zipper down.

Talia's mouth met mine with an urgent promise of naughty sex and her hands pulled my tee shirt up over my head even as I pushed my jeans down and pulled my now fully erect cock free. I pushed forward and found her opening with the tip of my cock. Talia was looking down at where our bodies met and I could hear her breathing, raspy and expectant. So I reached down and grabbed my cock and stroked the head up and down the length of her slit.

'No, no, just put it in me,' she pleaded in a whisper. Her mouth found mine again and she drew my tongue into her mouth as though my cock would surely follow into her pussy. But I pulled my hips back and ran my hands up her thighs. Then I pulled my mouth free of hers and knelt on the floor, bringing my face to her sex. I flicked the little red bud that stood swollen at the top of her pussy. She jumped and I thought I heard her whimper. My jeans were tight around my knees, so I pushed them free, leaving me in only my socks.

I caressed her pussy with my tongue, exploring its folds both inner and outer. Talia squeaked, breathed hard, moaned a few times but held back from demanding that I finish her. She knew that's what I wanted, an acknowledgement of the power I had over her because of her desire. Because she knew that if she denied me, I would find release in her mother. The thought of Michele brought back the danger of my situation, and another pang of guilt. I sucked on her clit and just as I felt she was about to explode, I stood and slammed my cock into her. She was exceptionally wet, offering me no resistance and she grabbed me around the neck to stop from being pushed across the table. It only took five strokes for her to cum, her knees jamming into my hips to hold me inside her and her fingernails clawing into the back of my neck. I rode through her orgasm, the heat of her body consuming my senses and her breathy gasps filling my ear. Then, as she came down from the high of her release, we both heard the sound of a car door slamming shut. The panic in Talia's eyes must've matched mine. Neither of us had heard Michele drive in, lost in the release of pent up sexual frustration as we were.

'The shower, go, jump into Mum's shower!' Talia had already slipped from the table and scooped up her two pieces of clothing and was running for her room. My cock wilted in fear as I scooped up my clothes, barged into Michele's bedroom, closing the door with haste but in silence as I heard the front door pushed open. I threw my clothes on the bed, ran into the bathroom and flicked on the shower, then pulled off my socks and flung them back into the bedroom. The water was barely warm and I had just slid under its cleansing safety when Michele appeared in the doorway.

'Hi Dave,' she called. I pretended to be surprised at her appearance. 'Is Tali home?'

'I'm not sure,' I lied. 'We finished a little while ago, maybe she's gone out.'

'Okay,' she smiled and I saw her eyes drop to what remained of my erection. 'Want some company?' she asked and without waiting for a response pulled open the door and stepped into the shower in her tennis gear. The white fabric became translucent as the water soaked it and I could see the outline of her white lace edged bra. Our mouths met, then she slid her hands from down my arms and followed their direction so that she was squatting in front of me, her knees far apart outside my legs. Her short white tennis skirt rode up revealing yellow panties. My cock swelled partly in reaction to seeing them, and partly because of the raging lust inside me. Michele didn't touch me with her hand, she simply slid her mouth down my length. I surmised that I had been under the water long enough to rinse any residual taste of Talia away, as Michele continued to slide her mouth up and down my length while her fingertips stroked my thighs.

I was getting close, far too close for what we had been doing in the shower, but surprisingly able to resist finishing given what I had been doing on the kitchen table. I was about to pull Michele free when she stood, gasping for air, the water running down her face and pressing her long hair to her scalp and back. She bent and pulled her panties off, dropping them with a sodden splash onto the tiled floor, then turned her back to me and hoisted her skirt up. I didn't need a verbal invitation and grabbed her waist and pushed between her buttocks. My cock stabbed her inner thigh, then slipped along her opening without penetrating, then Michele literally took matters in hand and pushed me into her.

'Tighter that Talia.' The thought leapt unbidden from my primitive brain and for a moment I thought I'd spoken aloud. The stab of guilt helped dampen my lust and I was able to thrust into Michele and hold off my own fulfilment. The image of Talia's taut young body wracked with her orgasm filled my head and again I had to slow for a moment to keep control. Then Michele came, her small silent gasps matching the twitching of her lithe body. Then she pulled free of me, turned and kissed me, her arms encircling my neck. As Talia had done. I briefly wondered if I had fingernail marks in the back of my neck, then Michele was kneeling on the floor, her hand stroking my cock as she looked up at me.

'Cum in my mouth,' she whispered, and without breaking eye contact I was inside that wide mouth, the corners slightly wrinkled as she worked her oral magic on me. I couldn't hold back and was barely able to warn her when I came, my cock seeming to swell as I erupted into her mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open, to meet her gaze but the pleasure, so close to pain, forced them shut and screwed tightly closed as every fibre in me was centred on her mouth and my climax.

When I'd finished and slumped against the wall I was able to open my eyes. Michele had pulled her top off and was wiping her mouth with it. When she saw me look at her she smiled and lifted her eyebrows.

'Unbelievable,' I muttered and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. I helped her undress, lathered and rinsed her hair, washed the smooth skin of her now naked body then slipped from the shower to let her complete her cleansing ritual. I dressed and returned to the kitchen to find Talia, dressed in an elegant sundress sitting at the kitchen table re-examining her calculus. She looked at me and she too raised her eyebrows.

'Just,' I murmured, then continued on with making coffee. I needed the caffeine shot.

'Thanks Uncle Dave,' Talia said as Michele emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing a midriff revealing top and soft cloth shorts, her damp hair hanging around her shoulders.

'What for?' Michele asked.

'I had a couple of big problems,' Talia said, her face a wide eyed mask of innocence, 'and Uncle Dave was able to help me solve them both. It was a huge relief!'

'Well that's why I asked him to help,' Michele said with a mother's "told you so" tone.

'I'm glad you did,' Talia replied. 'I think we both are.' I saw Michele blush then I busied myself with making the coffee.

***

'Hey, babe,' Michele's voice was always soothing to me as she purred down the line.

'Hello lover,' I replied, feeling a little cocky.

'Hmm, indeed.' Her voice was soft. 'Look why don't you stay after next Saturday's tuition, come to the tennis final and be my plus one at dinner at the club?'

'A plus one am I? No name, just a number.'

'Yeah,' she sighed, 'can't remember your name and all the other plus ones I rang were unavailable.'