Chapter 40: Talia

November 1, 2002, Chicago, Illinois

🎤 Steve

"Will you answer one question?" I asked.

"You'll have to ask it before I know if I can answer," Talia replied.

"Who provided the five-star review?"

"A good girl gone bad," Talia said. "And that's what I want! I'm a good girl who wants to be bad. Very bad!"

That provided a clue, and my first thought went to Tabitha, but it could equally well be Hope or Becka, though Becka or Hope would likely have said something in advance. I thought about the 'good girls' I'd been with — Kara, Sandy, Ruth, Michelle, Lena, María Cristina, Vickie, and Tabitha — I couldn't really eliminate anyone except Michelle, though I was reasonably certain Kara was not involved.

Hair color might or might not be a clue, as Talia might, or might not, be related to the person who had told her I was 'the best' and had informed her she needed an STI test, and revealed that I'd had a vasectomy. In the end, though, it didn't particularly matter, except to satisfy my curiosity.

"How good?" I asked with a sly smile.

"My dance tonight with you was my first ever, and what they told me growing up appears to be correct! Dancing does lead to sex! And before that first dance, not even a hug. You'll be my first. For everything."

This was one of those 'die and go to Heaven' opportunities that only arose because I was, as Stephanie had asserted, the Luckiest Dumb Boy on the planet. I couldn't imagine a better scenario unless the young woman in my arms were a twin and her sister who were available as well.

"Just one more question," I said. "Why?"

She smiled, "I think the answer is simple."

She put her lips close to my ear and sang, just above a whisper...

"And," she whispered, "I know you're fully functional in every way, and capable of multiple techniques; a broad variety of pleasuring."

I couldn't help but laugh because whoever it was had clued her in about me, had clued her in about 'Darmok'.

"That line was uttered by Tasha Yar, and Tasha is a diminutive of Natalya, the same as Talia. And you seem very well informed!"

"Just because I'm a 'good girl' doesn't mean I'm clueless! And it's time for you to make me a very bad girl!"

I took her hand and led her from the attic room, choosing to take the elevator down to the ground floor. When the elevator reached the first floor, I opened the door and led Talia to the room off the kitchen, which my wives called the Playroom. I shut and locked the door, which led back to the kitchen, then led Talia into the bedroom. I put on a jazz CD in the shelf stereo, and pressed 'Play', then turned to Talia.

"I remember what you said before," I said. "Any other requests or any limits?"

"No limits," Talia replied. "I want you to ravish me however you want, in any way you want, all night. And, yes, I know what I'm asking for."

I was thirty-nine, and as bursting with desire as Talia so obviously was, with a request to ravish her all night, I actually wondered if I still 'had it', despite my wives, Natalie, and Yuriko being satisfied with my performance.

"STI test?" I asked reluctantly, hating to break the mood but having no choice.

She pulled a folded sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to me. I wasn't surprised that it was a numbered report, which did not have her name or address but did have her birthdate — February 28, 1981, showing that she was twenty-one. The test was clean, and the blood had been drawn earlier in the week, satisfying all Jessica's conditions. I handed the document back to her, and she put it back in her pocket.

"You've never kissed before?" I asked.

"Never. Well, my parents on the cheek."

That certainly presented opportunities to be 'very bad' such as Tina Hoff's first kiss coming after she'd had sex. The thing was, I liked kissing during sex, so kissing after the first blowjob would be my choice.

"I want your first kiss to be with my cum in your mouth," I said slyly.

Talia laughed softly, "As you wish!"

I was not at all surprised she used that line from what was my family's favorite movie.

"Take off your clothes, please," I said, sitting down on the loveseat.

"The mask stays on," she said.

Which would be interesting in the shower in the morning, but I'd leave that to her.

I nodded, "I assumed."

How she handled undressing would give me a very good idea of her mindset and give me clues about how to proceed. I watched intently as Talia slipped off her shoes, then carefully pulled her fuzzy purple sweater over her head, ensuring she didn't disturb her mask. She tossed the sweater onto the loveseat next to me, then, without any hesitation, began unbuttoning her white blouse, which joined the sweater and revealed a white cotton bra and a flat, toned stomach.

Talia continued her deliberately slow undressing by unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, then pushing them down, revealing matching white cotton panties. Her jeans landed on the small pile of clothing, and her ankle socks quickly joined the growing pile. Talia smiled and looked intently into my eyes as she pushed her bra straps from her shoulders, then reached around and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the crooks of her arms, then slipped it off and tossed it on top of the pile of clothing.

Talia's breasts were perfectly round, perfectly firm, and perfectly sized, and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on them. Well, I could, and would, because I had other plans before I worshiped some of the most perfect breasts in the world. My attention was drawn away from them as Talia quickly slipped off her panties and tossed them onto the clothing pile, revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair and full, plump labia, already glistening with her juices.

She hadn't shown any sign of shyness, nervousness, or hesitation, which made it clear she had come not only prepared and determined but ready to have her request fulfilled. I made a point of obviously looking up and down to take in her beauty, and Talia surprised me by doing a slow turn so I could see her firm butt cheeks and her completely toned legs. When she completed the turn, she simply looked directly into my eyes and waited.

I considered what I wanted to do next, then stood up.

"Undress me."

Talia smiled, nodded, and came over to me. She took off my white fedora and set it on the desk, then helped me out of my double-breasted suit coat and carefully hung it on the back of the desk chair. Next, she removed my tie and draped it over the suit coat. Talia unbuttoned the cuffs on my dress shirt, then unbuttoned the shirt and helped me out of it, tossing it on top of her clothes. She smiled, then unbuckled my belt, carefully pulled it through the loops, and added it to the pile.

"Sit," she requested.

I did, and Talia knelt down and untied my wingtips, removed them, and put them side by side under the desk chair. She had me stand, then after a bit of searching, found both the exterior and interior buttons on my slacks, unzipped them and pushed them down. She knelt, and I stepped out of them, after which she carefully draped them over the tie and coat, then turned and knelt in front of me.

She looked intently at the bulge in my boxer-briefs, slipped her fingers inside, and carefully pulled them forward to release my erection, then drew them down and helped me step out of them. Talia stood up and tossed them onto the loveseat to complete the pile of clothing. She stood, looking intently at me once again, clearly waiting for my next instruction.

I had my own small surprise to spring, so I used a small hook on a stick to remove the tapestry that covered the mirror over the bed. Talia's eyes went wide, but she didn't say anything, so I moved back to stand in front of her.

"I'd like you to give me a blowjob, let me cum in your mouth, and then share your first French kiss before you swallow."

Talia nodded, and I sat down on the loveseat, spreading my legs so she could kneel between them. Once again, she showed no signs of nervousness or hesitation, lightly grasping my shaft in her right hand. Someone had clearly given guidance, or she'd done research, because she began gently stroking me as she ran her tongue along my shaft and around my glans. I watched in anticipation and rapt attention for the next few minutes as her soft tongue bathed my dick.

After what seemed both like an eternity but also no time at all, Talia looked up, smiled at me, then parted her lips and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She continued stroking me gently as she sucked softly and ran her tongue around my glans, causing me to groan. Ever so slowly and nearly imperceptibly, she began taking me further into her mouth, taking nearly two minutes to get me halfway in, all the while stroking, sucking, and sliding her tongue along my shaft.

While I hated the idea of comparing, she was giving one of the best first blowjobs I'd ever been fortunate to receive and would give even the best, most experienced girls a run for their money. As I watched, she began slowly moving up, leaving my exposed shaft slick with her saliva until just my glans was in her mouth. As she had before, she sucked and swirled her tongue, then began taking me further into her mouth once more.

The slow, sexy blowjob from a virgin was intensely pleasurable, and I didn't want it to end, though if it didn't, I wouldn't be able to fulfill her other requests, something I very much wanted to do. The second time, she continued until the tip of my dick touched the back of her mouth, then slowly backed off until, once again, only my glans was in her mouth.

Having tested how deep she could take me, she began bobbing slightly faster, using her hand as a limit so she didn't gag. She continued, and after a few minutes, I felt the first twinges of impending release. A minute later, I twitched, the sign that it was imminent, and I decided to warn Talia of the impending release.

"Soon," I whispered.

Again, without any prompting, she did exactly the right thing, backing off until just my glans was in her mouth, stroking me with her right hand and gently squeezing my sack with her left hand. She stroked faster, swirled her tongue, sucked hard, and about fifteen seconds later, she was rewarded when I groaned, and the first jet of my cum shot into her mouth. Talia responded by stroking faster and lashing me with her tongue, increasing the pleasure, and accepting spurt after spurt of my cum into her soft mouth.

She didn't stop immediately after the last spurt, continuing to lick, suck, and stroke me, intensifying the pleasure almost to the point of pain. After a minute or so, she released me, climbed into my lap, and offered her lips for a kiss. I pressed my lips against hers, which parted, and my tongue sought hers, finding, as I'd requested, her mouth full of my cum.

We shared, both swallowing, before she broke the kiss, climbed from my lap, knelt down, and bathed my dick with her tongue, then once again taking me in as far as she could before releasing me. She moved back to my lap, and we exchanged another deep French kiss. This time, I moved my hand to Talia's breast, cupped it, then gently tweaked her nipple. She moaned softly into my mouth, and the kiss turned fierce.

I broke the kiss and helped Talia from my lap, then stood up. I pulled the duvet on the bed down and nodded to indicate I wanted Talia to lie down, which she did. Given I'd need at least ten minutes to recover, I had plenty of time to worship her body with my tongue, and I proceeded to do just that, beginning with her small, beautiful breasts. I kissed, licked, and sucked each nipple for several minutes before slowly kissing my way down her body.

When I came to her mons, I nuzzled my nose in her soft, black pubic hair and inhaled deeply of her musky scent. I lavished kisses on the insides of Talia's thighs, then planted five kisses along her labia, getting just the slightest taste of what I'd soon imbibe deeply. I began by slowly running my tongue along her engorged labia, then gently pressing it between them, gaining my first full taste of her succulent juices.

Talia moaned softly as I pressed my tongue deeper into her and swirled it, then flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. I closed my mouth around her pussy and sucked gently as I pleasured her with my tongue. Talia flexed her hips and, less than a minute later squeezed my head with her thighs, then groaned deeply. I didn't yet feel the stirrings of an erection, so I continued orally pleasuring Talia until she had a second orgasm. After it had run its course, I moved up, and French kissed her, giving her a taste of her own essence.

"Do you know what sixty-nine is?" I asked.

Talia smiled, "I did my research!"

"I'd like to hear as much of the story as you're willing to tell."

"Tomorrow," Talia said with a smile.

"OK. Sixty-nine until I'm completely hard."

I helped Talia move into position, straddling my face and facing my feet and pulled her pussy to my mouth as she began licking my glans. The combination of time, her taste, and the attention of her tongue had me fully erect less than two minutes later. I helped her off me, then sat cross-legged on the bed. I got the tube of lube from the drawer and took Talia's hand. I squirted lube into her palm and then moved her hand to my shaft. She quickly got the idea and spread the lube on my dick until it was coated with the slick gel.

I had contemplated how to approach the first time and decided that if I was going to ravish her later, the first time should be slow and gentle and that my new favorite position was best. I helped Talia into my lap and had her put her legs around me.

"Hold me straight up."

Talia grasped my shaft and held me upright. I put my hands under her, cupped her butt cheeks, and lifted her up. Together, we positioned her with my glans, touching her labia. I kissed her softly, and as our tongues touched, I slowly lowered her onto my dick. Talia moaned as my glans passed her labia and again as she slid down my slick pole, taking me completely inside her very tight, silky tunnel, aided by natural and artificial lube. I used my hands to encourage Talia to move, and she began rocking her hips.

I broke the kiss, said, "Move however feels good," then began kissing again.

Talia began moving, mostly back and forth, but occasionally, she lifted up until just my glans was inside her, then sank back down. It didn't take too long before Talia brought herself off, groaning into my mouth as our tongues tangled and her pussy spasmed around my shaft, squeezing it tightly a dozen times before her orgasm passed.

She gave herself two more orgasms before I maneuvered her onto her back without withdrawing. As soon as we were in the missionary position, I started fucking Talia with hard, fast strokes, trying to drive her through the mattress. Talia broke the kiss, gasping and groaning, wrapped her arms and legs around me, and began moving her hips with wild abandon. We fucked hard for nearly ten minutes before I slammed into her a final time, groaned loudly, and pumped cum deep inside her, which triggered another orgasm for Talia, who ground against me until both our orgasms had passed.

I kissed Talia deeply, then slid down between her legs and pleasured her until I felt I could have my next erection, and we switched to sixty-nine. When I was hard, I helped Talia off me and encouraged her to turn on her stomach. I gently spread her legs, applied copious amounts of lube to my shaft and glans and between her butt cheeks, then leaned forward.

"Relax completely," I whispered.

Talia nodded slightly, I positioned the head of my dick against her rear entrance, and, when I felt less tension, pushed into her. Talia groaned loudly, I pulled back a bit and pushed forward firmly, needing five short strokes to bury myself in her butt. I gave her a minute to get used to me, then began fucking her ass with long, slow strokes. Talia groaned deeply each time I bottomed out, and after about a dozen strokes, she began tensing her muscles, providing extreme pressure. I didn't try to hold back, and about seven minutes after I'd entered her, I pushed all the way in, groaned, and filled her rear with my cum.

"We need to wash," I said after I pulled out.

I helped a slightly unsteady Talia from the bed and led her to the bathroom, where I used soap and a washcloth to thoroughly clean myself, then Talia before leading her back to the bedroom.

"Let's rest for fifteen minutes," I said, pulling Talia into a cuddling position.

It would have been a perfect time to talk, but she'd said in the morning, so I simply lay quietly with her for a quarter-hour. When the rest period ended, I had decided on a course of action.

"Sixty-nine until you have an orgasm, fuck with you riding me until you have an orgasm, sixty-nine until you have an orgasm, fuck again until you have an orgasm, then sixty-nine until I have an orgasm. And conclude with me inside you and a French kiss."

Nearly thirty minutes later, I slipped my still-hard dick into Talia and pressed my tongue into her mouth to find that she had, once again, not swallowed. We exchanged a fierce French kiss as I ground against her, managing to bring her off before I softened. Given the limits to my performance, I decided on the next course of action — a bubble bath — where Talia leaned against me as I tweaked her nipples and pressed a finger into her, applying pressure with my palm, giving her several more orgasms before the water cooled and we got out of the tub.