Ella opened her mouth, and brought Dan's cock closer to her tongue. Her nose was full with the heady smell of it, Dan's pungent musk, like salty perfume and spices. It was bigger than she had thought, now that she was down on her knees in front of it. But she didn't much to compare it too.
Dan was the kind of guy people tell you is a "great guy", and you know is anything but. He wasn't in the least bit what Ella had imagined her first cock would be attached to. He was tall and lean, a little greasy, and standing over her know in his dirty muscle vest, jeans down around his ankles, Ella couldn't meet his hungry gaze. She was shorter than him, shorter than most people, slim, but with the kind of tits that always made her feel fat. 38DD, they were heavy on her small frame, needing a bra with underwiring that could have held the Titantic up. They heaved against the robust fabric of her bra now as she breathed heavily; how they longed to be free and swinging against the soft flesh of her torso. She could see Dan staring down her top, into the shadowed valley of her deep cleavage.
"Wait," he said. For a minute she wondered if he had had a change of heart, if he had realised that she was on the brink of giving her first blowjob here on the rough carpet of Dan's hallway. "Take of your top," he continued. "I want to cum on your tits."
Ella had only meant to give him a kiss. It was their second date, meal and a movie, ambrosia to Ella who had taken Dan as her first real boyfriend. Real boyfriend, she thought, what a joke! She had gone back to his place, drank coffee, talked, honestly believing that that was what he had brought her back her for. Then in the hallway, when he offered her a lift home instead of a cab, she had accepted, and given him a peck on the cheek in return.
His hands had moved so quickly, and before she knew it she was held tight in his embrace. Her heart had been pounding then, even as it was now, and she remembered the flush of warmth she had felt in her virgin's pussy when he had pressed his lips to hers and prised them apart with his tongue. She had kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth, clumsily matching his movements. She didn't know if Dan was a good kisser, another experience she had nothing to compare against, but as his hand had slid down to stroke the firm flesh of her ass through her thin floral skirt, she knew she had pulled him closer to her. She could still taste his saliva in her mouth now.
She should have stopped him when he reached down and started to unbutton his jeans. He wore a button fly that reminded Ella of James Dean. She should have stopped him, but she didn't. His hands had ridden back up her body, tickling the ridges of her spine through her soft cardigan, ending at her shoulders. And then, he had pushed her down.
The rough carpet of Dan's hallway scuffed Ella's bare knees. "You want to do what?" she asked.
"I want to cum on your tits," said Dan, "They're fucking lush Ella, I want to cover them with my cum."
Ella blushed. No one had ever complimented her tits so openly before. She had always been big; she was used to the ogling looks from men and boys, the envious look and bitchy comments from women; but to hear someone compliment them, admire them, even desire them so openly. Ella felt the growing heat in her pussy being replaced by a growing warm moistness, and she did what Dan asked.
Taking her hands from his cock, she unbuttoned her soft cardigan. Button by button, taking her time, letting herself take charge of the situation. Her fingers trembled, she hoped that Dan couldn't see, and finally she reached the last button. Cold air drew goosebumps up on her tummy as she slipped out of the cardigan. Dan smiled, and licked his lips.
"Take off your bra."
Reaching behind herself, Ella undid the thick plastic clasp that held her bra in place. She felt the familiar relief of releasing her breasts from the lacy confines of the bra, and gasped as the cool air hardened her thick brown nipples.
