After about thirty minutes of skygazing and listening to Talia's nonsense, you feel much less sorry for yourself, so you and she clamber forth from the hot tub. You miss the heat already. The temperate California autumn may as well be Siberian winter as you drip and shiver in the breeze.
"Let's get you inside," Talia says.
"Moms'd kill me if I went in dripping like this," you say. You peel off your heavy, sodden clothes and let them fall with wet plaps on the adobe. Talia takes a towel she had laid out on a beach chair and dries herself before offering it to you. You gladly take it, and although it comes to you predampened, it does a fine job.
As you pull it from your face, you find Talia staring at your naked body. You like the attention. You also like the way her cock is starting to twitch and slowly swell. You drop the towel to the ground alongside your clothes and embrace her.
"Inside," Talia says between kisses.
"Always inside," you reply.
She gropes behind herself for the handle of the patio door and, finding it, slides it open. Turning, taking your hand in hers, she leads you into the darkened interior of your own home. It feels forbidden and therefore thrilling to be walking the halls of your household naked and hand-in-hand with your teacher. You sneak like you've missed some stricter parents' curfew, but the Moms are still in their bedroom, and they're well occupied for the time being. Tiptoeing anyway, down the hall and into the guest bedroom Talia takes you. You have relative privacy here. But you both, deliberately, leave the door wide open.
"So about pinning you down and fucking you..." Talia says. She flicks the lightswitch and the ceiling lights come on. Her eyes are bright and gleaming. Her cock is proudly jutting out.
You climb onto the bed. Sitting on your butt, you spread your legs as wide as they will go, allowing Talia an unobstructed view of your pussy -- and beneath that, your little asshole. The bedspread is plain white, and the room's decor is of the nonexistent variety, so there isn't anything to compete with your body for Talia's attention. Still, you give her a show. You use the middle three fingers of your left hand to rub your cunt in slow circles. A practiced maneuver. Then you dig them in to your cunt hole to show her where you want her cock to go.
Talia saunters towards the foot of the bed. "I'm afraid I don't follow. What is it you want?"
"Make my cunt your property."
"All right. Is there a registration to sign?"
You pinch one of your nipples while you masturbate for her. The obscenity of your own words turns you on: "Slide your cock into me. Jerk off inside me. Fill me up with cum."
"Your mother hasn't gotten you onto the pill yet. You could get pregnant, you know?"
"I don't fucking care. Spunk a baby into me." You jut your hips forward and actually start to pant, you need it so bad.
Talia stands on the mattress, directly in front of you, and holds her cock by the root. Bowing her knees, she rubs herself against your face. As usual, her cockleak is prodigious, and it quickly leaves your skin coated in gobs of slime. It's a musky, sweet and salty cockslime that makes you dizzy. You masturbate harder under this abuse, racing to get off, your palm slapping your mound as you finger your hole. To this, Talia adds the sound of her cock slapping your stupid face. It stings and leaves your cheeks cherry-red with welts.
You're lost in ecstasy, and it comes as a surprise when Talia pushes you onto your back. You gasp. Then she's hooking her arms underneath your legs, the crooks of her elbows in the crooks of your knees, and she's spreading you open. Your head is against the pillowtop and your ass is in the air.
"I'll cum inside you," Talia growls.
"Do it. Don't stop for anything. Get it in there, all the way deep inside... and cum until your nuts are empty... fill my womb... it's so ready..."
She hunches forward and hugs your sweaty back at the moment she penetrates you. Her weight, although slight, bears down oppressively atop you in this pose. The sensation of your interior walls yielding without resistance to an erect cock as it pushes its way through you is a headrush, the kind of loose-limbed tingly and all-over euphoria you assume drug addicts must feel after a hit. And then she starts fucking you.
You go stupid. Like you always do. You form no words, just a wailed "unnnnnhhhhhhh, unnnnnhhhhh" while she hammers away at your cunt. She fucks you deep down and hard, without any concern for any damage your insides might sustain. She'll bruise and batter your most intimate spots to blow her load. She'll fuck you up your cervix and into your uterus and leave behind a syrupy puddle of spunk there as thanks.
She supports some of her weight on her knees, which she spreads like forceps to force your own legs far akimbo. Her tight nuts slap against your taint every time she bottoms out. And between your naked bodies you perspire until you may as well be coated in oil, your bellies sliding frictionlessly off one another while she ruts. When she pulls her face back, her expression is vacant and nearly cross-eyed. Her tongue is lolling and her jaw is drooping.
So you open your mouth and go "ahhhhh." She gets the idea and lets herself drool freely as she fucks you. A thin but steady laminar stream, straight down with gravity's help and into your mouth. So Talia is leaking into you from either end now: her mouth into your mouth, her cockhead into the back of your womb. She looks so out-of-it that you wonder whether she's even fully conscious, or operating on instinct alone.
"That's it," you pant. "Make it yours..." You grab her ass with both palms, hard enough to make the slap bounce off the walls, and spread her cheeks so that cool air rushes past her anus. This spurs her to fuck you even more viciously, her prick jabbing you in parts you didn't know you had. You nod encouragingly, swallow her spit, beg for more. "There it is, that's it, Snuggy Bear... I'm your illegal little pocket pussy. Do you want to cum inside your illegal pussy?"
"Uh huh, uh huh..."
"You could go to jail for this, you know?"
"I know," Talia heaves.
"You don't care... do you?"
She wildly shakes her head. "No. I just want to cum in you. I want to cum in you so fucking bad, Wes."
She's humping you so hard that her lower half is going airborne every time she swings her hips upward.
"You can't stop, can you?" You moan. It's a thought that sets you off like nothing else. When Talia shakes her head, you goad her: "Not if I started crying? And begged you not to do it? ... Not if someone walked in on us? ... No? There's nothing I can do... to stop you from cumming inside me... huh?"
She swings her hips and muffles a sob of ecstasy by biting your neck. And as she bites you, she nods her head in agreement.
"Kiss me," you plead. "Kiss me while you blow your load..."
So she kisses you. And while your tongues mate, she deposits a creamy load inside you, thick as half-set gelatin and white as pearl. She cums so much inside you that it leaks from around the seal created by her cock, and when she pulls herself free, your ruined pussy leaves a puddle of slop on the sheets below.
Talia lies over you pins your face with her forearms. She showers you in kisses, not just your lips and face, but your whole body. "I love you so fucking much," she says.
"I love you too," you whisper back. As the transit of her kisses makes your lips brush against her ear, you add: "take responsibility."