Page 7 of Have Faith (Taboo Tales Book Club)

I didn’t care that his goodbye was terse, leaving quickly after our shared climax. Because once he was gone, I fell asleep with his seed inside of me and the taste of us on my lips.

Chapter 7: Carter

I didn’t think Mom was ever going to leave the house. You would think that days of mutual masturbation with Faith would be enough to assuage my want for her, but you’d be wrong. It made me want her even more. I bet you’d laugh if I told you that I thought I was getting blue balls, especially since I was certain that I’d never came so much in my whole life.

I came everywhere that week. On myself mostly, but also on Faith. Her tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth - all of it was fair game as far as I was concerned. And she didn’t seem to mind either. One particular instance that came to mind was when I cornered her in the bathroom yesterday. Mom was, of course, in the kitchen preparing dinner so I was comfortable in the idea that we wouldn’t be interrupted if one thing led to another, which was usually the case whenever Faith and I were alone with each other. She was in the shower, rinsing off a hard day's work at the local bakery when I let myself into the bathroom.

I couldn’t see her through the spotted shower curtain, but I could imagine what was behind it. Her short, curvy frame, dripping with warm droplets of the shower spray - her long blonde hair nearly reaching her ass as she rinsed that maddening herbal shampoo from her hair. God, I was getting hard just at the thought of her lathering up her heavy tits with that coconut soap that I was all too familiar with; her rose colored buds beading under her touch. Fuck, I was conditioning myself to get a boner every time I smelled that tropical scent.

This went on for five more minutes - me imagining Faith and what she was doing behind the shower curtain - before she reached her arm out for the towel on the holder. But I’d already beaten her to it. I grabbed the towel from the rod and opened the shower curtain myself, delighting in her expression of surprise as she saw me.

At this point, I’d only really seen her body under the guise of moonlight, and those late night visits did not do her justice. Nothing could prepare me for the sight of her dewy body, lustrous in the dim lit bathroom as she waited for me to hand her the towel.

“What are you doing in here?” She whispered nervously, “Mom could come up at any second.” She finished, reaching for the towel. Her D sized tits bounced as she jerked the towel towards her, brushing my naked forearm. I could drive nails with my dick, I was so hard. The towel hit the floor as I grabbed her waist, lifting her out of the tub and onto the floor mat.

“Carter, I’m making a mess all over the floor. I’m serious, we can’t do this before dinner.” She leaned to the side, trying to pick up that fucking irrelevant towel, but I wouldn’t let her. Instead I turned her towards the metal towel holder and placed her hands on the sturdy rod.

“Shh,” I whispered into her ear from behind, her wet hair tickling my nose, “Mom is cooking. She won’t be up here.” Faith inhaled sharply, but didn’t argue as I cupped my hands around her breasts, her already pebbled nipples stabbing into my palms. I kneaded the firm mounds, unable to stop myself from pressing my straining erection against her back.

“I’m getting you all wet.” She purred, pressing herself into me harder.

“I hope that’s not all that you’re getting wet.” I kissed the back of her head, trailing my lips down until I tasted her skin. She tasted like the ocean, I mused as my tongue caught droplets of water dribbling down her back. I’m sure she replied to my witty retort, but I didn’t hear it as I reached the crease of her ass.

It was flawless, just like the rest of her. Each globe was so symmetrical and unmarred that I couldn’t help but open my mouth and take a bite of the ripe flesh.

“Ouch!” Faith started, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” It was true. It was so perfect and unblemished that I wanted to… dirty it up. The sight of the red indentations of my teeth on her right cheek nearly had me messing my pants like a fifteen year old virgin but I regained control as I tweaked her nipples once more, causing her to moan quietly, before bringing my palms around. I was kneeling on the floor now, Faith’s body presented before me like the most forbidden of fruits. A fruit that I couldn’t eat, but I could taste. And boy, did I intend to have my fill. I intended to taste her so thoroughly that her essence would be imbedded into my senses for life.

With that in mind, I told Faith to “Hold on tight,” before I spread her cheeks wide open and dove in. She cried out in shock and then in pleasure as my tongue plundered her virgin channel, her vanilla musk mixing with her coconut soap to drive me wild. I slowed down a bit as I remembered that she was new to all of this - that she’d never had anyone go down on her before. I pushed her hips back a little further to get more access as I slowly moved my tongue up and down the slit of her cunt. From hole to clit, I teased and tormented, rewarded by the sounds of her mewling whimpers. I continued the motion for a while, feeling her orgasm building and building before going slower to prolong the pleasure. I knew she was getting frustrated as she leaned her forehead against the rod of the towel rack, her fists turning white over the silver metal.

Deciding that torture was a good look on Faith, I pressed my luck by moving my tongue further up - to the epicenter of her parted ass cheeks. The dark little star that greeted me was puckered and tight, so much so that I probably wouldn’t have seen it initially if it weren’t for the gathered water that puddled there. Experimentally, I ran the width of my tongue over the area once.

It turned out once was all I needed. Faith cried loudly, her hair whipping at me as she tilted her head back.

“Oh Fuck!” She sobbed, prompting me even further. I lapped at her puckered hole, savoring the unique taste of her ass. I licked and licked until my tongue slipped in, ever so slightly, causing her whole body to shudder and tighten. Her reaction turned me on more than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. So much, that I dipped my middle finger into her sopping pussy, sliding it through her folds before trailing it up to her tight asshole. I lubricated the secret entrance, giving Faith a chance to tell me no, before slowly, slowly inserting the tip.

“You like that baby?”

“Yeah,” She whined, her legs shaking with want.

“Good because I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger while you fuck my face with your cunt. You got me?” My demand was met with her pushing back on my finger, the sight of my broad digit disappearing into her hole was all the confirmation that I needed. I moved my face beneath my hand as I drove my tongue through her labia and lapped at her generous juices. I’d never been with a woman who got as drenched as Faith did when she was aroused and we hadn’t even had sex yet. I groaned as I imagined it; plunging my heavy cock into her pussy as she screamed my name. She’d be so ready for me, just like she was right now as I pushed parts of myself into both of her lower orifices.

I could feel every inch of her textured asshole as it clenched around my finger, her muscles milking it like it was my cock. Once it was completely submerged, I eased my mouth off of her pussy to spit around my knuckle for more lubrication and watched as I entered her backdoor. My dick quivered at the sight of me working into her tight asshole, over and over.

“It feels so good. It all feels so fucking good, Carter.” Her voice quavered, like she might cry, but in a good way, as I continued to loosen her ass. I could feel how close she was now by the stillness of her body as I leaned back down to eat at her dripping folds. She ground her wet lips against my face, defiling my mouth, nose and cheeks with her nectar but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to make her feel more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.

“I’m almost there. Yeah Carter, make me cum baby.” I pounded her ass hard and fast, my moist knuckles smacking against her cheeks as I slipped her fat, swollen clit between my lips and sucked as hard as I could.

Thankfully I had the foresight to support her body weight with my free arm because her knees buckled with her orgasm. Faith released a wail so loud that I was certain Mom would be running up the stairs at any moment to see what was going on. Her pussy rained milky cum all over my face as I drank in the honeyed flavor of her release, her asshole pulsing against my persistent middle finger that I continued fucking her with. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t bother to quiet her, wanting to make sure that I captured every drop of her pleasure with my mouth.

Once the shaking had subsided, I withdrew my mouth and finger from her and stood up, still supporting her weight with one arm. Her hands remained around the towel holder but I didn’t trust her strength to hold her up. It made no difference to me; I could hold Faith forever and never tire of it. I hastily unbuttoned and released my swollen cock. I was feverishly hard as I freed the inflamed flesh, pressing my sack against the puffy swells of Faith’s ass cheeks. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this horny in my entire life as stroked my length, the ends of her golden blonde hair tickling my engorged head. I was seconds away from blowing my load.

Leaning her head back to rest on my shoulder, Faith looked up at me with her blue, beguiling eyes and said, “Cum on my ass,” and that was all it took. She leaned forward once more, looking at me now over her shoulder as she widened her stance, offering her ass for the taking as I exploded all over her. Streams of cum shot from my dick, lacing over her lower back and ass. The sight of my seed sluicing over her creamy body had me cumming even more and before long, Faith turned her lethargic body around, got on her knees and sucked me dry. Watching her lips barely fit around the circumference of my head had me hardening again, even while I was cumming. It seemed impossible to be so perpetually hard. I probably would have let her keep going but I was too sensitive and I knew Mom would be coming up soon to get us for dinner if we didn’t get a move on.

“Baby, dinner is almost done. We better get ready,” I hated myself for having to interrupt this, but it had to be done. I needed to change and Faith looked like she needed another shower. Conceding with a content sigh, I helped Faith to her feet and we parted ways, knowing that it would be awhile before we were like this again.

Ten minutes later, we were all downstairs at the dinner table, piling baked ham and green beans onto our plates.

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