A Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 2.

The Consummations. 

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Sam's eyes grew wide as he grinned.
"You really did think of everything, didn't you?"

"Yep." I placed the box on
the table beside the couch, then stood before Sam and slowly took off my dress.
I was trembling with excitement, and as his hungry stare moved over me, I felt
my nipples harden beneath my stretch lace underwire bra.

"You're beautiful, Iris," he
whispered.

I grinned and went to Sam, leaning
forward so I could give him a deep kiss. Then I climbed onto the couch,
kneeling beside him. Without speaking, I began trying to unfasten his pants,
but my hands were shaking so much, I struggled with the simple task.

I was grateful when Sam took over. Once
he had his pants and underwear down around his thighs, I stared at his glorious
erection, which pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

Looking up at Sam's face again, I saw
that his gaze was pleading, full of the same need overtaking me, and I wanted
more than anything to make him feel good. Extending my hand, I wrapped my
fingers around his cock, and it twitched in my grasp. As I began gently
stroking, Sam let his head fall back, a low groan emerging from deep in his
throat.

I delighted in the silkiness of his
flesh. Sliding the pad of my thumb over his cock head, I felt a drop of
moisture. My mouth watered when I thought about tasting it.

Eagerly I leaned forward, brushing my
lips against his purple cock tip. Now Sam was trembling, too, and his obvious
excitement made me brave enough to swirl my tongue all around the lovely
mushroom head. The slight saltiness of his skin, combined with a trace of
sweetness from his pre-cum, filled me with carnal lust.

"Iris," he moaned while
brushing my hair back from my face. Grasping his erection, I planted kisses
along the entire length of his rigid veiny shaft. I inhaled his scent, which
only heightened my arousal. I was soaking wet between my thighs.

Finally I wrapped my lips constricting
tight around Sam's throbbing cock. The sound of his heavy breathing competed
with the volume of the dramatic organ music from the television, and the
flickering light from the horror movie screen, fell on my face as I did my best
to pleasure him.

I wasn't able to take much at first. As
soon as his cock reached the back of my tongue, I had to suppress my gag
reflex. He was careful not to thrust his hips, instead letting me set the pace.
I recalled the technique of relaxing my throat and tongue. While saliva
trickled from my mouth to coat his cock, I stroked him, then lowered my lips until
I reached my hand.

"Ah, fuck!" he cried.
"Iris, that feels so good!"

I'd never heard Sam use vulgar words
before, and I took it as a compliment. He seemed lost to his lust, and to the
feel of my licking and sucking and stroking. I tried again to take him deeper,
exhaling as another inch of his cock disappeared between my lips.

It was then that I felt Sam caress my
back, his fingertips running along my spine. While I fondled his balls and used
my tongue to give plenty of attention to the underside of his cock, he reached
between my thighs.

I moaned when he began rubbing me
through my stretch lace panties. At first, his touch was a little too low, but
I wasn't about to lift my head from his cock and give him directions. Then his
fingers homed in on my clit, and I moaned even louder, letting him know he'd
reached just the right spot.

"I love how wet you are," he
told me in a guttural voice. I was glad he found it exciting, because my body
seemed intent on producing a copious amount of lubrication for my first time.

As Sam continued massaging my clit, I
shivered from the sheer pleasure of it, and I realized I wanted him to come in
my mouth. I wanted to feel him orgasm while my lips were wrapped around his
cock.

"Iris, I'm close," he
suddenly warned me. I heard his gasp when I continued sucking, hollowing my
cheeks in the process. "Iris, oh God!"

I moaned, letting him know I didn't
want him to hold back. His balls constricted and his sack transformed into a
tight rounded pouch at the base of his petrified shaft He let out a loud cry. I
withdrew a bit and locked my lips firmly securely at the ridge of his crown's
swollen ridge, as his whole body tensed, The first rope of semen landed on my
tongue. Quickly I swallowed, tasting the hot saltiness of it, and my tongue
caressing the underside frenulum of his glorious crown. More spunk quickly
followed, and despite my best efforts, it was impossible for me to get it all
down. Some escaped my lips, but I didn't raise my head until Sam was completely
spent.

Finally licked up the streams of cum
which escaped and ran down his shaft. One last gentle suck of his crown and I
sat up. Grinning, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He stared at me,
seemingly transfixed. "Was that okay?" I asked.

"That was fucking fantastic!"
he panted, still catching his breath. "My God, if you're a virgin, how did
you learn to do that?"

"By reading how-to articles,
YouTube instructional videos, and watching porn," I confessed with a grin.

Sam laughed, then pulled me close so he
could give me a gentle kiss. "Thank you for that," he whispered
against my lips.

"I enjoyed doing it," I
whispered back. "It made me excited, knowing I was exciting you so
much."

His eyes were full of affection as he
regarded me. "No pressure, but if you still want tonight to be our first
time, it won't take me long to get hard again," he revealed.

"Now that's good to know," I
said, then tilted my head back while Sam's lips traveled over my neck.
"What should we do in the meantime, Sam?"

"I think we should see if I can
make you come while my face is buried between your thighs," he replied,
his breath warm against my skin.

I released a whimper, unable to hide my
eagerness as I nodded.

Sam stood facing me, and began to
undress. His cock was semi flaccid, but still rather full and dangled so
deliciously for my entertainment. Sitting on the couch before him, I was far
too impatient to go slow. Instead, I hurriedly reached behind me to unhook my
underwire bra before tossing it toward his lovely cock. The cool air greeted my
erect nipples, making them even harder, and Sam fixed his stare on my tits. I
couldn't resist cupping them in my hands and pushing them together for his
benefit.

"Iris, you're killing me," he
groaned. I watched as he pulled down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them.
Now that he was completely nude, I allowed myself several long moments to take
in the gorgeous sight. Like me, Sam would be considered average by many people,
yet I found him so sexy, I'd already creamed my panties.

That thought reminded me I still had on
my wet underwear. Snapping out of my lust-filled daze, I turned sideways and
laid my head on the sofa's armrest, then arched my ass up and yanked off my
panties, then spread my legs wide.

Sam wasn't joking when he told me it
wouldn't take him long to get hard again. He was already semi-erect, and as I
planted my feet on the cushion, keeping my knees bent, his gaze settled between
my thighs.

For a long moment, Sam studied me, as
if he wanted to commit the sight of my naked body to memory. He took in my
flowing hair and the costume jewelry earrings and choker, His eyes diverted to
my ruby red lipstick, then my mascara eyelashes. He gazed a while on the
natural recline of my C cup tits, and especially the dark stiff nipples now
swollen like chapel spires from two hills. He licked his lips as he took in my
dramatically narrowed waist and the ruby studded navel piercing. But when he
moved to kneel on the other end of the sofa, he locked his gaze on the glossy
wet lips of my cunt, and the bulging stiff reddened nub of my horny clit. The
trimmed and manicured mound of my mons seemed to invite him to frolic in my
newly-mowed lawn. Then he began stroking his cock, his chest rapidly rising and
falling with each shallow breath.

When Sam leaned over me, I thought he
would ravish me right the, But he placed a stiff arm next to my head and
reached up toward the table behind me, I thought he was reaching for the box of
condoms, but he only turned on the lamp. I tried not to flinch in the sudden
light, for it had been far easier to be uninhibited in the shadows.

"I want to get a good look at
you," he said in a husky voice, then he knelt back on his haunches, and
leaned forward so he was at eye level with my most intimate place. I fought the
bashful urge to close my legs and hide myself.

 

 

"I can't wait to taste you,"
Sam whispered, placing both hands inside each of my knees, then slowing sliding
them up my inner thighs, til he stopped at my crotch. His thumbs then worked
gently, probing my cunt lips. His index fingers ran through the pubes of my
mound. Then he began drawing his fingertips between my wet, swollen inner
folds. His mere touch brought a cry from my lips. He gently spread my cunt
folds wide as he lowered his mouth to kiss my mons fur. Then he extended his
tongue and