Tim in College Ch. 03

But the truth was, it was turning into a pattern. She'd go out with a guy, hoping he'd be the one to break the curse, he'd fail, she'd make him cum then she'd go home unsatisfied and within 24 hours my tongue and/or fingers would be giving her exactly what she needed. Then, the good girl who didn't do dirty things would suck my cock like a woman possessed, take me down her throat, and either swallow my cum or take it all over her chest.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but it did strike me odd that Rachel and I had been hooking up for a while, and we had never gone on anything even resembling a date. I also realized that I'd had my lips all over her pussy, and she'd had her lips all over my cock, and yet we had never once kissed. Our relationship, if you could call it that, was based on lust, pure and simple. I was never going to be her first choice, I knew she was using me, but I was using her just as much. We didn't want to be together, hell, we might not have even really liked each other, but what we did like was what we could do to each other.

***

At this point, we had completely dropped any pretense of Truth or Dare, and Rachel just reached out unambiguously when she needed my attention. There was nothing strange about the time at which Rachel reached out to me to meet up, for the first time ever she was coming to meet ME. I told her of the hidden spot out behind my house, and waited for her. Nothing was odd in the way she pulled up in her parents' minivan, but when she got out to greet me, I noticed something different about her. Usually she was dressed pretty casually, pretty easily accessible, but that night her hair looked done up, but ruffled, and her makeup looked great, minus a few places where her lipstick was slightly smeared. On top of that there were no light shorts or hoodie that night, that night there was a very sexy outfit that showed off her curves spectacularly. It was at that moment that I realized what was going on--Usually she'd have one of her bummer dates, and then the next day or so I'd get the call, but this time in particular, I got Rachel's wanton booty call the very same night.

Soon enough we were putting the extra space of the van to good use. Her sexy outfit was lewdly bunched up in places, exposing her most private areas to me. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was soaked, and every touch of my fingers and stroke of my tongue had her body writhing and buzzing with excitement.

I was hard as stone inside my shorts, and I couldn't get the images out of my head of Rachel, in the very same outfit, perhaps in the very same van, taking a cock down her throat, desperately hoping this will be the guy to make her cum, before leaving disappointed, and so frustrated that she couldn't wait for me to finish her off.

"Tell me about your date," I said, backing off my stimulation. I had felt Rachel's body start to stiffen, and her breath quicken pace--I wasn't about to make it that easy for her. I was going to make her work for it tonight.

"What date?" she gasped, trying to compose herself after my sudden downshift

"The date you were on. Tonight." I felt her pussy squeeze the one finger I casually stroked inside of her. "The one you were on right before you texted me."

"I wasn't...wasn't on a date..." she said dreamily. She shifted herself against the big van seat she was lying back on, her big, perfect tits jiggling delightfully as she did.

"Don't lie to me," I said, still stroking into her slow enough to drive her nuts, but making sure she still knew I was there. "Your clothes, your make up--you never get this done up just for me. And the way your lipstick is smeared along the edges of your mouth..." I ran my thumb over her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her before I told her what I already knew: "you were sucking cock tonight, weren't you?"

"Good girls...don't do that..." she whimpered as I stroked into her steaming center again.

"That's what I thought," I smiled. "Where did you do it? Was it right here? In this van?"

She nodded and moaned, clearly remembering the recent tryst.

"Who was it? Someone you've been with before? Someone new?"

"New," she eeked out, "co-worker's...roommate."

"I see," I said between sucks on her nipple, "did you like sucking his cock in your mom's van?"

"No..."

"No?"

"He was...small..." she moaned, crying out slightly as I slipped another finger into her.

"Small cock AND he didn't make you cum? I can see why you were so desperate to call me tonight. And I'm right, aren't I? He didn't make you cum, did he?"

She shook her head, breathing heavy

"And you like big cocks, don't you?"

Rachel gasped and nodded.

"Say it."

"I...I like big cocks."

"Mmm, I know you do," I cooed, kissing my way down her stomach. "I bet they like you too. I bet they'd love to be where my fingers are right now."

All she could do was moan

"God, you're so wet...so tight..." I continued to tease her, "I bet those hard cocks wish they could push deep into your tight, virgin pussy, don't they?"

"Yesss..." she hissed

"I bet they tell you too, don't they? When their hard cocks are in your hands, in your mouth...when their tongues are on your pussy...I bet they tell you how bad they want to be inside you, don't they?"

"Yess..." she whimpered, body shifting and beginning to writhe.

"And you want them too, don't you? You wish you could take those hard cocks in your tight pussy, don't you?"

"YES," she practically cried, starting to tremble and shake.

"Say it!" I commanded

"I...I...I wish they would FUCK ME!"

"But they can't, can they? You tell them no, don't you?" My fingers were thrusting deep into her gushing center, her body starting to convulse, her breath coming so fast her massive tits were practically bouncing on her chest.

"YES," she exclaimed, red flush blooming on her porcelain skin.

"Why not, Rachel?" I growled, "Why can't they fuck you?"

"Because..."

"Yes?"

"...because..."

"Yes?"

"...good girls don't do that!"

"That's right," I said, just before I dove face first into her soaking ravine. The minute my tongue hit her clit she was set off like a bomb, writhing and shaking, exploding in a hot, wet orgasm. I held on for dear life, gripping her around her thick thigh, while my other hand and tongue lit her up like a pinball machine. Her arms flailed for support, one hand grabbing my hair tightly, and she moaned loud and long. Her pussy squeezed my fingers, gripping them in deep, hard pulses. I could feel the pleasure pumping through her whole body.

Her flailing and shuddering ceasing, I gently helped her land back on earth, softly petting her swollen pussy. She was still getting her bearings, but she looked so unbelievably erotic just laying there, breath heaving, huge breasts rising and falling, slick with sweat. With one hand I unfastened my pants and took my exposed cock, hard and waiting, in my hand and gently stroking.

"You are so unbelievably hot," I said, taking in the disheveled, slutty sight of this good church choir girl, dress bunched up over her ass, huge tits hanging out pressed together between her arms, wild hair, smeared makeup. My cock surged in my hand. "how many cocks have you sucked this summer, Rachel?" I asked, trying to do the light math in my head, based on at least as many times as we had hooked up.

"I don't know..." she moaned, still in that post-orgasm dreamlike state.

"Yes you do, how many?" I pressed, touching her sensitive pussy with a bit more purpose now, causing her to tremble and gasp.

"Six...seven, I think..." she struggled to express. I knew we had hooked up more than seven times, so this was not counting repeats.

"You've made seven guys cum, who knows how many times this summer, and not a single one returned the favor?"

"Just...just one..." she gasped.

"Who?" I said, adding my thumb into the mix of her wet, throbbing pussy

"Just...you..."

I smiled. I knew this girl, the good girl who claimed to only do what good girls do, would in fact do almost anything for me, all because I could make her cum.

My eyes zeroed in on her two thick, soft globes of snow-white flesh, topped with hard pink nipples. Two glorious, glistening mountains. I needed to climb them.

"Do they like your tits?" I said, unable to take my eyes off them now.

"Yes," she said dreamily. Her eyes opened. She saw where my own eyes were locked. She saw me stroking my cock. "You want to fuck them, don't you?" she cooed.

"Yes," I practically growled, my mouth almost watering.

"They always do..." she said with a grin, echoing her admission about her deepthroating skills, "...but I don't always let them."

My cock raged in my hand as I pictured the other men slipping their hard cocks between those two perfectly extraordinary pillows.

Rachel shifted herself and took each huge melon in one hand. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

That was all I needed. I climbed on top of her, lubed my cock up with the excess of saliva forming in my mouth, then pushed myself excitedly into the seemingly endless crevice formed by her pressed-together tits.

"Oh my Godddd" I moaned, sinking into the velvet vice formed by her soft flesh. I remembered the experience of sliding my cock between Kerri's tits, watching it crest upwards out of her cleavage on each stroke--it felt amazing, but this was totally different. This felt like endless pleasure, my cock only barely surfacing on the other end of her tits on my deepest strokes.

"You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?" She said between deep breaths as I rocked myself between her tits

"Fuck yes," I groaned, the tingle in my balls rising. "Who was the first one to do it?"

"The first one I sucked. A few days later."

"Did he ask?" I wheezed, thrusting between her perfect globes

"No, I just did it to try it. Just seemed right."

Of course it did. With tits like Rachel's how could it not?

"Did he like it?"

"Of course."

"Did you make him cum?" I gasped.

"Not like that, I only did it for a moment, to try it. But he was like a fucking volcano when I finished him with my hand," she said with a sexy giggle. "Why, are my tits gonna make you cum?"

"Yes...do you want it? Do you want my cum?" I heaved, shivers running through me as I fucked Rachel's tits.

"Yes," she cooed back.

"Where?"

"All over me," she said with a sexy timbre I had never heard from her, "I want you to fuck my tits until you cum all over me!"

"How many guys have cum in your mouth?" I wheezed.

"Just you."

"How many guys have cum on your tits?" The pressure was rising.

"Just you."

"How many guys have fucked your tits and cum all over you?" I almost yelped, right at the edge of my ability to hold out.

"Just you--now give it to me," she commanded.

I obeyed.

I pushed deep. Hard. The tip of my cock just barely peeked out from between her tits, sliding against the flat of her chest, just in time for the head to flare, and the first thick, white rope to come screaming out of me. It leapt out of her cleavage and over her chin, splattering across her pursed lips. Rachel gasped and and tipped her head back as more of my hot joy raced up the length of her neck and slapped against the cut of her chin. We both groaned, gasping, breathing deep. I squeezed her tits, my entire body throbbing, pulsing between them, wet, hot pleasure surging out of me and streaking over her flushed, flawless skin.

"Fuck...fuck...FUCK..." I wheezed in disbelief as my spurts calmed down to a slow ebb. I slid out from her sticky tits and crumpled backwards against the wall of the van.

Rachel sat up on her elbows, legs spread, pussy wet, my cum splattered all over her big, fat tits and her face. "Fuck, that was hot," She cooed, and then the church girl who once said my cum was gross swiped her tongue at a string of white connecting her lips, pulling it into her mouth.

All I could do was nod, then after catching my breath, I dove face first back between her legs and ate her out to a second, even more riotous orgasm.

***

Rachel and I saw each other a few more times that summer. We enjoyed each other's company, and there were a couple times that really highlighted how far we had come since that night in the tent.

The first was the one time that I called HER after a bad date of my own, where only having a short amount of time, and being on her period, didn't stop her from taking care of me. We met at the park across from her house, and as I leaned against the side of my car, Rachel dropped to her knees and sucked my cock right in the open night air. The taboo-feeling nature, and the low-cut tank top she wore that showed off a generous amount of her amazing cleavage made sure I didn't last long, and after a strained request, she pulled her mouth off me and jerked my cum all over the exposed tops of her magnificent globes. Her shirt was a mess, and she admitted it was going to be tricky getting past her parents without them noticing. I saw her try to hide a smirk--the thought was turning her on.

Then there was the time we met up before a church event, and Rachel pulled down the front of her dress and let me fuck her tits after I finger fucked her. I wanted to cum on her chest, the dirty bastard in me knowing that she'd be spending the whole church event with my semen on her, but I had to settle for the exquisite feeling of pumping into her throat instead. Not a bad consolation prize, I will say. Every time she cleared her throat or sounded a little hoarse that day, I couldn't help but smile.

Then there was the last time we hooked up that summer, after she and I helped out at a youth field day event, where she had snuck a flask of booze in. She asked me if I wanted some, but I had to drive, so I just responded with her favorite phrase: good girls don't do that. Then she'd flash me a smirk and take a pull. The events of the day left both of us muddy and at least Rachel a bit buzzed, and so when we got to her empty house she invited me in, where we both shared a warm, refreshing shower. I don't know if it was the booze, or the fact that we both secretly knew it would be the last time, but we each pulled out all the stops right there in the shower, and after I sent her to heaven on last time, she did things to my cock with her mouth and her tits that I had never experienced before. Then, when I was at my absolute limit, and she knew it, she put the icing on the cake, so to speak, surprising me fully by saying those four words that make every man lose it immediately: "cum on my face."

School started back up soon after. We kept in touch digitally, but it was all above board, and soon she stopped messaging me altogether. I had a theory why, a theory that was proven right when we connected again a few years later.

The summer after graduation I had an apartment in the city, and after a quite unexpected message from Rachel, I found myself in my nice, private bedroom, with my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her pussy. Sex was better than truth serum for this girl, and I used her heightened state to learn that we stopped talking Sophomore year because Rachel found herself a guy at school who could finally do what only I could--he could make her cum. They started dating, and I learned that he got every perk that I got, every perk that only a guy who could make her cum deserved. She throated his cock, he fucked her tits, she even let him cum on her face. I felt a little bit of sadness when she confirmed that yes, he also got to cum in her mouth.

It was the next detail that really got me though--they had dated for two years, and despite all the other lewd activities they engaged in, Rachel confirmed she was still a virgin...albeit with an asterisk. While she confirmed that they never had sex, she followed that up by saying he DID fuck her. I was confused, but not for long, as the sensations I was sending through her riled her up to the breaking point, and she pulled my face up from her dripping cunt and demanded that I fuck her in the ass.

I couldn't help but be amazed at the length she would go to preserve this idea of virginity. Sure, on her wedding night, her husband would be the first to feel her velvety walls grip his cock deliciously, but he'd have no idea that years earlier his new bride had been on my bed, my thumb strumming her clit to a raucous orgasm while I was sliding into her tightest hole, setting off a chain reaction inside of me that made my balls seize up, and launch a thick, hot load of cum deep inside of her.

"What's so special about it?" I asked her once as we basked in our sticky afterglow. "Why is sex so different from anything we do together?"

She didn't answer right away. An introspective look came over her face as she considered the question, and then finally she answered, with only three words: "It just is."

As much as she tried to pretend she wasn't, Rachel was the same as all of us--full of contradictions. She was a good church girl who was just as horny and depraved as the rest of us. A girl who liked to get eaten out, who liked to cum, who liked sucking cock, but also a girl who needed so badly to keep up appearances that she let her men fuck her in the ass before fucking her in the pussy, as though that was somehow more virtuous.

But Rachel would never admit it. No, she never would. Because good girls don't do that.