This story follows on from 'The making of Honey.' You don't have to read it first, but it sets this one up nicely.
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Soft breathless moans filled the room. Finally, Alan was loosening up, desperately groping as I hovered above him on all fours, my perky swollen breasts lightly pressing into his face through the thin cotton t-shirt. One hand grabbing at my ass, the other squeezing my left boob in the privacy of his bedroom. He was salivating, panting.
"Do you like that?" I giggled, lightly dragging my nipple across his face, from cheek to cheek. He brought his face up, and nibbled the erect little bud of my nipple. It was hard like a bullet and tingled between his lips. His touch was awkward and nervous, but the mood was hot.
Another groan from Alan. His hand on my ass was stuck in place with his excitement flooding his brain. He could only handle one task at a time it seemed and right now my breasts were blowing his mind. I'd been trying to move things along for weeks, but Alan kept resisting. He's really sweet to me and I enjoy his company, but he's so hesitant, maybe because his parents are religious and he lives at home is why he's been reluctant to do anything more than kiss. We're both new to this, a little shy and only 19, but last week he squeezed my breasts as we were making out which got me really excited. It's going to be more fun now we're starting to explore each other.
I leaned my head close to his ear, my long wavy curls of hair falling around his face. "Lift my top," I whispered and licked his ear and nibbled on the lobe. "I want you to see my breasts."
A heavy sigh. Gosh, he can hardly breathe, I thought.
He obeyed, gingerly sliding the hem of my tee along under my tummy. His fingers nervously touching my skin as he dragged it toward my breasts.
"Uh," he squeaked. Clearing his throat, he tried again, "Are you sure?"
Heavens, always so nervous. Fuck yes, I was pleading in my head.
I nodded and whispered softly, "Yes."
He continued sliding the fabric toward my arms. I wasn't wearing a bra and I could see his face light up when he saw the pink flesh of my nipples and soft tan of my pendulous breasts. These must be the first breasts he's seen in real life I thought. I lowered one down to his mouth. His tongue came out to meet the nipple and he tried to swallow the whole fleshy mound of my tit as I pressed it down into his face.
"Oh god, Honey," he groaned, his voice breaking again slightly.
I giggled softly. It was so sweet seeing him so breathless and excited. It was really turning me on. Encouraged by his obvious excitement I seized the opportunity to take things up a notch. For me anyway. Alan was already at Defcon One.
I recently had an encounter with my brother James, that introduced me to the exquisite sensation of orgasm with a real cock. Oh my gosh. He tricked me into giving him a blowjob first. I did want to see a real cock, and was nervous about not knowing what to do, but I loved it. Apart from the bit where he blew his load right into my mouth without any warning. I had no idea what was going to happen. I just didn't think about what happens at the end I guess and he spurted ropes of cum into my mouth. There was so much. I had to gulp it down just to breathe.
He made it up to me, straight after apologizing fifty times. I was really pissed off, but he said he couldn't help it, that I was so good at it, even though it was my first time. Flattery will get you everywhere I guess. He went down on my kitty and licked an orgasm out of me, then while my defenses were low, he followed up with the hottest sex I could imagine. But then, that was my first time, so I guess I don't have anything to compare it to. It was like the entire electricity grid of the city was flowing from my pussy to my brain and back again. Is it like that all the time I wondered?
I was hungry for that sensation ever since, but I wanted to share it with Alan, my boyfriend. I felt bad for cheating on him, but I didn't mean to. He doesn't know what he's missing by holding out. He's so straight, but I figured if I can just get him going, he won't be able to stop himself, then I can have sex as much as I like.
Back on top of Alan, I slid my hand down to his shorts. He was wearing loose summer shorts with a button up fly. I looked down between our bodies to see if there was a big hard bulge like James had when he was licking me. I couldn't see anything, but I felt something hard with my hand.
Alan stopped me, grabbing my upper arms, alarm in his face.
"No!" he gasped.
"It's OK baby," I panted, whispering into his ear, licking it again. "We're just playing. We don't have to do anything. I just want to see it"
"We shouldn't," he gasped again. "I..."
Christ, I thought. What was wrong with this guy? Most guys all they want is to get their cock out. I carried on, I couldn't help it. I jiggled my breasts in front of his face and pushed the other one into his mouth. I was desperate for another cock and I thought he just needed some coaxing. Before he could react I slid my hand inside the waist band of his shorts and slid it down into the hairy mass where I was expecting the tip of a big hard dick to be.
Pulling my breast from his face and turning my body I moved to kneel beside him, lowering my face toward his shorts. With both hands free, I got his shorts pulled down enough to get my hand further inside. Sliding my hand in again I cupped his balls before moving it up up to the base of his hard cock.
I pulled it out from the fly and just as it came into view, this short, stumpy fat cock just blew its load, straight up into my face without any warning. I heard a loud grunt followed by a moan as my face was lashed with two, three, four ropes of cum.
"Aaahh!" I squealed.
My mouth open in surprise, two jets of hot sticky cum exploded into the back of my throat. There was a lot of cum. A good six squirts. It lashed my cheek, one sprayed across my lips and nose, followed by a third near my ear. More cum was squirting out, over my hand, onto his t-shirt. It was a mess. I just looked up at him and then I burst out laughing.
He was furious, he pushed me over, holding a hand over his dick as he jumped up, cum dripping from the end. He bolted for the bathroom door, slamming it behind it. He just left me there with all that cum on my face and shut the door.
Oh my gosh. I didn't mean to laugh. Oh no, I hurt his feeling. Shit.
"Alan," I called out softly, still laughing between words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I wasn't laughing at you," I pleaded.
"Fuck!" I heard him whimper through the door. "I knew this would happen."
"It's OK," I offered. "We can just go again. We're just playing."
"Fuck! I said no Honey," he yelled back. "Why didn't you listen?"
What the fuck? Why is he so uptight I thought.
"What's wrong? We're just having fun," I reassured him. "Come back out. We can talk about it if you want. Or not." I offered. "You can just play with me if you like. We can experiment," trying anything to get him to come out.
