Sex Ed Lessons: Part 3

Sex Ed Lessons: Part 3 Chapter 5: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session. By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. After the service, as the mingling began, I was greeted as always by a big smile and a hug from Christine, the pastor's daughter. The smile faded slightly though, and she pushed for us to take our weekly post-church car ride sooner, rather than later. Agreeing, I headed over to say bye to my step mom Kelly, when I was surprised to see her chatting with Stephanie’s parents, Sandy and Don! I hadn't seen them during the service, and I greeted them happily, doing my best not to stare at Sandy's large, mature breasts, presently clothed in a tight, white, top. "We miss you around the house!" Sandy said cheerily. I knew she meant helping out Stephanie, but my mind immediately went to a vision of her, on her knees, sucking a huge cock that didn't belong to her husband. "Yeah, we'll have to have you cat sit when Stephanie’s off at school with Alexa," offered Don. Off to school with Alexa. Stephanie passed her test. I smiled. I was happy, but it was bittersweet. I realized that I would be sad when she was gone. I liked hanging out with her. I liked, her. I liked Stephanie. "Oh how rude of me," Kelly said, turning attention to another person in their small conversation circle. My gaze clicked over to the man standing next to Don. My eyes went wide. "Brian, this is my step-son Tim, Tim, this is Brian." "Great to meet you, Tim," the man said, extending out his hand. A hand I had seen before, gently cupping Sandy's face as she stroked his cum into her mouth. It was the mystery third man. A man named Brian. "Nice to meet you as well," I choked out. "The four of us are going out for lunch, so I'll see you when you get home?" Kelly offered. Was this a double date? Were they trying to set my step-mom up with Brian, the guy with the big cock who covered Sandy in jizz while Don videoed it? Kelly hadn't been on a single date in the years since my dad died, so maybe it would do her some good to meet someone new, but at the same time, what was she getting into? I said my goodbyes, and caught up with Christine. We headed off in my car. We got french fries. We talked casually about nothing in particular, and it wasn't until the second round of fries that we got into the heart of what was bothering her. "So I did it," she finally said, stirring a fry mindlessly in her cup of ketchup, "I broke up with Eric." "Oh wow," I said, in legitimate disbelief. Christine and Eric had been attached at the hip for as long as I could remember, but the pressure of being the pastor's daughter with the atheist boyfriend, and the teenage hormones constantly tempting her with sins of the flesh, seemed to have been too much. She decided to tread the more Godly path, I guess. "It just made sense. We're going to different schools, we want different things, I want different things,” her eyes drifted off to a far away place. “ it's just better to make a clean break now." "I'm really sorry to hear that," I said, and it was honestly the truth. She had made a hard decision, one that was a drastic life change for an eighteen year old. But even still, the timing seemed odd. "What about the prom? Are you guys still going together?" "No, we decided something like that would be too, difficult for us,” she mused. Her eyes drifted off again, and the tip of her tongue rolled slowly around her soda straw. My cock twitched. "It's funny, I'm actually going to be going to YouR prom," she suddenly said, snapping back to reality, "I'm friends with Bobby Dorf, and he didn't have a date yet, so I'm going to his, and he's going to mine." Things suddenly started to make sense. Bobby Dorf was a nice enough guy, an honors student with a good G P A, and he was also a pretty strict Christian himself. Never drank, never did drugs, never saw him with a girl, Christine had picked the safest person imaginable to go to the prom with; someone who under no circumstances would light the repressed fire of lust inside her the way Eric did. She knew that with Bobby, the only time she'd spend on her knees would be praying, whereas with Eric there's a good chance she'd be on her knees praying for him to fuck her harder. "That makes sense to me,” I said. Bobby had hit the jackpot, getting a girl as gorgeous as Christine to go to prom with him. Any other guy would have been dying to spend some alone time with a girl like her, but I honestly couldn't picture Bobby and Christine doing much more than sitting quietly playing a board game or something. "I'm sure you'll still have fun." I found her inner conflict interesting, and her self control admirable. Now, more than ever, I wanted to know to what extent she had been willing to push her boundaries, what caveats she was willing to place on her chastity. Heading back from the bathroom, I looked over at her leaning on the hood of my car, setting sun casting her with a bright glow. I looked at this gorgeous girl with long brown hair who wore an oversized sweatshirt that hid her curves, but also jean short-shorts that accented her toned ass and showed off her fit legs to the world. The preacher's daughter who wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Lord, but who also clearly wanted to fuck. I chuckled. Whoever the guy was who got her to reconcile those two warring halves would truly be a lucky man. I dropped Christine off and then headed home. Waiting for me at the door was Tara; we hadn't spoken since before Rachel's prom, and she was dying for details. "You're late!" she bellowed. "Sorry, sorry, I had to drop off Christine," I apologized. Her face scrunched into a ponderous mug. "Is she the church girl? I mean the OTHER church girl?" She asked as we walked into my apartment. "Yeah, her dad's the pastor," I said, looking around for any sign of Kelly,” She broke up with her boyfriend. I think it's because she really wants to fuck him, and is afraid she can't help herself anymore." "Ooh, religious sexual repression; very kinky, I love it." "Kelly?" I yelled, pausing, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "She must still be out with Sandy and Don," I said, shrugging it off, specifically leaving out, or maybe willfully ignoring, the Brian factor. Gotta say, though, that was a long lunch. "Maybe she's upstairs with a throat-full of Don's cock while Sandy records it!" Tara said, leaning her ass on the kitchen table, a mischievous smile on her face. "Ha! No way, not Kelly, she doesn't even like to watch H B O because there's too much sex," I said, chuckling in a deflective manner. "Well you as well as anyone should know that even the quiet ones want to get fa-ree-kay,” she said with a little shimmy. I knew she was talking about Christine, but between Christine, Sandy, and Rachel, I couldn't exactly say she was wrong. Still, I knew Kelly, and videotaped three way sex was not her bag. , I think. God, Tara looked good tonight. Dark eyeliner on point, accented by black lipstick, a tight, low-cut, white tank top clung to a black push up bra that hoisted her perfect tits. A long necklace dangled a series of interconnected rings into her cleavage. It was the weather for it, and she too wore short, cropped denim shorts that wrapped lovingly around her ass. Her bare legs, crossed over each other as she lounged, ran down to low top canvas sneakers. After my massive fuck up with Stephanie, Tara and I had decided we would go to the prom as friends, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing her in her dress, to holding her close as we danced. We ordered a pizza, and went up to my room. Tara teased me upon entering, making me stay quiet while she listened closely for any orgasmic sounds trickling down from Stephanie’s second floor bedroom. She apologized after she saw my mood drop. "Not funny, Tara," I flatly intoned. She sat on my bed, leaning her back up against my headboard, her body settling into an admittedly sensual S-shape. "I know, I know," she protested, "but anyway, forget about all that, I've got a question for you." Reaching into her big bag she pulled out a six pack of beer, popped one open, and with that flirty smile of hers asked me “ truth or dare, Miller?" I knew what she wanted, and I made her work for it. Honestly, I think she was into it. She worked it out of me piece by piece, only getting to the good stuff after an exchange that told her that we didn't make out, didn't have sex, and I didn't go down on her. She didn't even seem to notice that I wasn't asking any questions of her in return. I was saving that one. Once we got to the heart of the matter, she wanted every detail, and I do mean EVERY detail. How big Rachel's tits were, whether she was shaved or not, how I made her cum, how she made me cum, the works. As I described the final moments leading up to my orgasm, her mouth was slack, and her fingers nervously twirled the end of her necklace around and around. Her curvy thighs were tight together, and I could even sense her breathing getting shallow as I recounted how my cum shot up onto Rachel's jiggling tits, and then flowed down over her fingers. There was a long pause while Tara took it all in. It felt good to be the one with the sexy story for once. Finally she straightened up, and took a big swing from her beer. I could see her hard nipples through her shirt. "Holy shit, Miller, that is wild," She said as she started to clap, "well done, sir, well done!" I blushed a bit, some embarrassment setting in, but then, as Tara settled back down, I played my card. "Truth or dare, Tara," I said, looking directly at her. "Truth, dare, I don't care, whatever you want after that!" She laughed, her firm tits shimmying slightly. My time with Rachel had been amazing, but there was something stupid that still weighed on my mind, something that only a horned-up teenager like me would focus on. I paused, second guessing my question, but then realized she and I were well past any boundaries of personal privacy or good taste, so, looking in her eyes I asked “ do you like cum?" She paused, and considered my question. "Do I Like cum?" She repeated, that wry smile forming on her lips as she looked away, herself slightly embarrassed now. "Yeah," I followed up, "after I came, the mood really changed, and Rachel got kind of cold, and she said 'Ew, gross' and wiped it all off her as soon as she could. Honestly, it made me feel kind of shitty. I've been thinking about 'ew, gross' all day." "Well," she said, breathing in, readying herself for a long explanation, "I mean yeah, it is gross, but like, everything about sex is gross, just like everything about sex is hot as fuck," she said looking back at me now, "like, I think cum is really fun. It's like the fireworks that go off and tell you you did a good job." She chuckled and started twirling her necklace again as she continued. "I mean MAKING a guy cum is always great, but you're not asking that, are you?" she said, cocking her head to the side. "No," I practically whispered, the gaze from her smokey eyes sending a shock through me. "You're asking me if I like cum itself" she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip. I nodded. I didn't even realize it, but I was rock hard. "Well with most guys, it's just, the reward, if you will, and I can take it or leave it once it's done shooting out, " I watched her intently as her eyes looked directly into mine “ but with some guys, with the right guys, there's nothing better. It's literal liquid pleasure that you're pulling out of them, and with the right guy, well there's nothing on this earth that's hotter than seeing that geyser shoot out, or feeling it on your skin, or tasting it." I tried to look away, but our eyes were locked together. "So yeah," she said languidly after a pause, "I guess you could say I think cum is, fantastic." The room was silent for what felt like ages, until I finally snapped out of the mutual trance we both seemed to be in. I was rock hard, and needed to cool myself down. "Well, that uh, "I stumbled out, awkwardly turning as I got off the bed in an attempt to hide the pipe in my pants, "that's good to know then, great." I shuffled off out of the room and into the bathroom, my heart a piston in my chest. Splashing water on my face in the dark bathroom, I begged desperately for my cock to go down, but nothing seemed to work, I just couldn't' calm down. My attention was suddenly caught by a faint light from outside the bathroom window. A light coming from next door. I went over to the slatted blinds and looked out toward the source; right into the bedroom of my next door neighbor Sarah. At first there was nothing, only an empty room, but I gasped as Sarah walked "into frame," as it were. Her hair was wet, and a towel was wrapped around her body from the armpits down; she had clearly just come out of the shower. Sitting down on her bed, her profile in view, she began to brush her long, wet hair. It was at that moment I realized I had forgotten to close the bathroom door. "What're you looking at, Tim?" Tara's soft voice asked from behind. I turned, and tried to make a quick excuse but nothing came out. She glided in, an inquisitive look on her face, and joined me at the window. "Oh my God, it's her!" she quietly exclaimed. Tara knew of my crush, and she knew of my secret portal into Sarah's bedroom, and she was excited to be witness to the voyeurism. "Wow, she's got a great body," an impressed Tara said as Sarah started to lotion her freshly washed legs. The bar in my pants had not gotten any softer. "Maybe we shouldn't; " I started to object, but was hushed quickly as Tara zeroed in on movement coming from Sarah's room. "shhh-shhh-look; I think she's talking to someone!" I looked back over and sure enough she seemed to be addressing someone as yet a mystery to us. My heart stopped. Could it be Stephanie? Whoever it was, that twinge of ridiculous ownership bubbled up slightly, but was swept away as I felt Tara grasp my wrist. "Oh my God," she said, squeezing me tightly. We both looked, our eyes glued to Sarah's window, as the other person entered. It was a young man, not much older than us, naked from the waist up, a matching towel wrapped around his hips and legs. Stocky, but not unfit, the mystery guy stepped in close to Sarah as she finished running her lotioned hands over her smooth legs. They smiled knowing smiles at each other as they talked, eyes locked on each other. Then Sarah's hands reached out, and lightly grasped the towel around his waist. "Oh my God," I echoed, my lust and jealousy colliding on the surface of my brain as Sarah, still smiling, gently pulled off the mystery guy's towel, revealing his thick, hard cock. "That is a nice cock," Tara said, dumbfounded. It wasn't remarkable in length, but it had a thickness to it that made Tara's legs shift a bit. Mystery guy reached down with one hand and gave it a single stroke before briefly cradling the big, full balls it came with. I heard a faint moan of approval come from Tara. Sarah, still in her towel, then reached forward, wrapped her hands around his straining cock and started slowly stroking him. Still smiling, they talked to each other still as she deliberately pumped his cock. My mind whirled with thoughts of what they might be talking about. What dirty things they might threaten to do to each other. We both held our breath now, watching in rapt attention at the private, erotic display we had stumbled on to. Mystery guy stepped even closer to her (or did she pull him), so that the bulbous head of his cock was centimeters away from the top lip of her towel, and then, with her eyebrow cocked, and one final inaudible word passing between them, Sarah lowered her head and took the tip of his hard cock into her mouth. Tara and I both gasped. She squeezed my wrist harder. Here I was, with one of my best friends, spying on the girl of my dreams as she gave this mystery man slow, sensual head. My cock was hard, and I desperately wanted to give it relief, but I couldn't; not with Tara right there, could I? Both their eyes closed now, enjoying the moment, Sarah's hands continued to work his shaft while her beautiful lips and wet mouth suckled, kissed, and tongued his tip. Lost in his own pleasure, the mystery guy placed one hand on Sarah's head, and instinctively began thrusting his hips. Despite this seemingly dominant act, it never appeared as though Sarah was out of control, and she kept the pace slow and rhythmic. Then, as a second hand was placed on her head, Sarah popped her lips off his cock, and released both her hands. "That was so hot," Tara said, shaking her head in disbelief, "I bet he was just about to cum, that's why she stopped. That girl is good." "Yeah," was all I could muster, as my hand reached down to readjust my painful erection. Tara's eyes quickly flicked down to catch my movement. A big smile back on her face, Sarah leaned back seductively on her elbows, opening and closing her legs playfully as mystery man slowly pumped his thick, glistening cock. Then, with her hands making a sexy show of it, she slid her hands up to the knot in her towel, undid it, and opened the folds wide, unveiling to my eyes two of the most fantastic tits I've ever seen. Tits I've wanted to see for years. Large, pale, freckled tits that did not disappoint. "Jesus, what a damn body," Tara said again, as we both stared at the exposed physique of our fellow classmate. Her stomach was flat and tight, her hips flared out seductively, the low light of the bedroom sculpting shadows over her curves and muscles. Giving two more languid pumps of his cock while he too stared at the work of art before him, mystery guy then kneeled down before her, as if to pray to her sacred altar. He ran his hands over her body and spread her legs. Sarah bit her lip and giggled, as he lifted each one of her strong thighs over his shoulders and leaned himself forward. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back as his tongue began work on her cunt. As we watched Sarah get eaten out by this mystery guy, I noticed Tara was also in need of some adjustments in her pants as well. Her ass was shimmying slightly, her thighs rubbing together, and her thumb impatiently strumming the button on her shorts. My own pants were incredibly tight now, and my hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released around my captured cock. Tara looked at me, and I looked back, but no words were said, just wide eyes in disbelief and pent up sexual frustration. With no games, no birthday presents to act as pretext, our teenage awkwardness took center stage and made sure we stayed repressed. Turning our attention back to the lewd display we were encroaching on, we saw mystery guy stand up quickly, both he and Sarah breathing heavy, drunk with lust. He pumped his cock faster now as he crawled on to the bed with his knees as Sarah shimmied backward. Leaning his body over hers, their mouths met in a passionate kiss, and her legs wrapped around his torso. "Oh fuck," Tara said as we both recognized what was coming next: reaching down with his hand, mystery guy positioned his thick cock against the wet opening of Sarah's cunt and with one, slow, firm thrust, slid himself all the way inside her. "Oh fuck," Tara said again in disbelief, "the whole thing; she took the whole thing!" I just watched in dumb silence as the mystery guy began passionately fucking the girl of my dreams. Her chin was tucked down, her legs gripped him tight, and her whole body shifted with each rhythmic thrust. I fantasized about being the one between her legs, imagining it