The Butterfly Parlour Ch. 04

Kirsty's tongue probed my mouth as her lips - the lips that had been wrapped around a thick black cock a few short hours ago - locked with mine. My first ever kiss had rapidly become an onslaught of affection, not giving me time to overthink things as her hands slid up my shirt and began to unbutton it swiftly. I didn't know what to do with my lips, my hands; my body, but the whirlwind of passion helped me keep things moving along. Kirsty pressed me against the wall of her hallway, her large soft breasts squishing against my bare chest as she cast my shirt to the floor. We'd only walked in the front door of her flat a minute or so ago, but as soon as the door was locked she'd pounced upon me. Kirsty wriggled her white cardigan off quickly and pulled her crimson top off over her head, her breasts bouncing down in the same white lace bra she'd been wearing earlier when Marcus had fucked her so passionately. There was no doubt in my mind I wouldn't be able to match his performance, but right now that didn't seem to bother Kirsty in the slightest.

"Do you like my boobs, David?" Kirsty moaned softly, her breath warm on my neck as she nibbled my earlobe. "Do you want to touch them? Ooh, I bet you do..." she mumbled as she unfastened her bra and let it cascade to the floor. Her hands met mine and pulled them onto her bare breasts, encouraging me to squeeze and massage them tenderly, her soft pink nipples firm and sensitive.

"Oh God, Kirsty..." I sighed, barely able to catch a breath between the frenzied kisses falling upon me from her juicy lips. Even in my wildest dreams I hadn't hoped to have a first time like this - I kept expecting to wake up any moment but the pleasure just kept building. The smell of her perfume, the touch of her skin against mine, the sounds of her gentle moaning... every one of my senses was alight with the flames of sexual excitement. Despite all of this stimulation, however, I was appalled to find my cock was still not even semi-erect, tingling and eager but currently lying limp in my boxers. I had been rock hard in an instant at the beginning of Kirsty and Marcus' encounter - why was it failing me now in my own encounter?

"Come on," Kirsty breathed, pulling apart from me briefly and kicking off her shoes. I followed suit, removing my shoes and socks before allowing myself to be led by the hand towards her bedroom. She flung open the door, flicking a switch to turn on a string of coloured fairy lights that danced across the wall behind her dressing table and around the headboard of her bed. Nothing like the exquisite yet staged grandeur of the rooms at the Butterfly Parlour, this seemed the typical bedroom of a young woman - a large pine wardrobe and chest of drawers, the pine dressing table and mirror strewn with make-up and beauty products, a soft pink stool in front of it, and a double bed with pink floral bedsheets on which was laid some of yesterday's washing and a laptop. To the right of the room was a window overlooking a small garden, and opposite the bed was a wall-mounted TV. Kirsty sat down on her bed, moved her laptop and brushed the washing onto the carpeted floor before turning back to me, spreading her legs either side of me as I stood there dumbly. I watched as she fiddled with my belt, unhooking the clasp expertly and wriggling my trousers down my legs. As I stepped out of my trousers I felt increasingly nervous at the lack of activity going on between my legs, hoping that whatever Kirsty planned to do next would awaken my cock.

She ran her soft, manicured fingers up my legs, gently caressing and tickling my exposed skin as she neared the bottoms of my boxers. One hand ran up each thigh, searching for the outline of my cock, and her right hand was lucky enough to happen across my limp member. I saw as she smiled eagerly, rubbing my flaccid penis through the material of my boxers, still slightly damp with pre-cum from earlier in the evening.

"Someone was excited earlier..." Kirsty grinned. "Is all this from watching Marcus and I?"

"Maybe..." I shamefully confessed as she continued to rub my now-sleeping cock. What was it doing?! Now was its chance! It had never failed me before when watching porn, but now it was time to perform my penis was getting stage fright.

"Don't be ashamed, sweetie... I'm flattered. Has he maybe tired himself out, though? He seems to have gone to sleep..." Kirsty giggled. With a practised motion she hooked her fingers around the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down to the ground, revealing my little limp penis in all its glory. I blushed and tried to look away as her eyes widened at the sight of it.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, but Kirsty looked up at me and gently cupped my chin.

"Don't be sorry, David. I already knew you've got a little cock, and I still brought you here eagerly, didn't I? It's your first time... I'm not expecting anything revolutionary. I just want to help you feel good about yourself," Kirsty purred, taking my cock between her forefinger and thumb and beginning to softly rub it. "Let's see if I can wake him up again..." she smiled, standing up and leaning in to kiss me once again. I let my hands return to her breasts, fondling them appreciatively as we continued to kiss. They wandered to her sides, then her hips, and soon were resting on her round arse cheeks, groping them through her jeans. All the while Kirsty continued stroking my cock between her fingers, and all the while it remained frustratingly soft. Kirsty guided my hands to pull her skin-tight jeans off, taking with them her lacy white thong and leaving us both completely naked. With my hand in her spare one, she placed my fingers against her bare pussy, warm and wet under my touch. Once more I found myself unable to believe what was happening as I clumsily rubbed my hand against her in circles, following her guidance in where to move, how fast to move, and what hand shape to use to best pleasure her. We moaned in synchrony as we engaged in mutual masturbation, both panting in between kisses and revelling in the taste of each other.

"I'm sorry, Kirsty..." I began to say once more, but she shushed me with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry. Let's give him a little bit more time, then - come here..." she whispered, pulling me down onto her bed as she got herself comfy on her back, her head resting on her pillows. I was laid atop her, my limp cock brushing between her legs, her navel piercing cool against my tummy, as Kirsty reached up to give me another deep, passionate kiss. "Why don't you go down between my legs?" she asked, but it wasn't really a question. "Go on - give that little pink pussy of mine some attention. I want you to lick my pussy good," Kirsty moaned, her hands gently but firmly resting on my shoulders and pushing my face down towards her groin. I felt my cheeks brush against the smooth skin of her thighs as I manoeuvred down, my breathing ragged as my mouth came close to her warm, wet pussy.

I tried to remember what I'd seen Marcus doing earlier that evening as I extended my tongue, attempting to imitate his expert skill with my nervous enthusiasm. Kirsty moaned happily as my tongue pressed against her wet lips, directing my head with her fingers that she'd intertwined with my shaggy hair. Her taste was amazing but almost impossible to describe - a heady mix of sweet musk and floral tang - scents of cinnamon, jasmine and honey coating my mouth and chin as her juices began to seep eagerly under the caress of my tongue. I tried moving my tongue up and down in search of Kirsty's clitoris, not really knowing what it was I was searching for; what response from her would indicate I'd found it.

"No, no," Kirsty halted me, pushing me back down to where I'd been licking before. "Stay there... keep doing what you're doing... little licks... nice and gentle..." she purred, holding me in place as I continued to lick as instructed. Clearly Kirsty was enjoying whatever I was doing, as I could feel her body trembling softly and her sighs becoming deeper and more pleasurable as I continued. A worry crept into my mind that my tongue would tire before being able to bring her towards orgasm at this rate, the beginnings of an ache forming in my mouth and lower back from the position I was held in. Even so, I tried to keep going, gasping her scent in deeply with each breath I took. "A bit deeper..." Kirsty moaned, pulling me closer towards her, my tongue probing between her labia and pushing deeper inside her pussy. Here her taste changed again, still that oddly tangy sweetness but now mixed with a saltier sweetness as her secretions grew thicker and stickier. I gulped down these secretions passionately, my head spinning as I panted through my nose, now pressed close to her smooth skin. "Yeah, get right in there..." Kirsty growled softly, holding me tightly to her pussy as my tongue slid in as far as it could go. "Lick me out, David... get that tongue in deep and slurp up all those juices..."

Kirsty's enticing dirty talk made me feverishly compelled, licking and sucking as hard and fast as I could, her pussy growing wetter by the second as my saliva and her secretions combined. Both of us were growing breathless as Kirsty conducted me towards the crescendo, my tongue cramping up as her thighs pressed close against my ears, quivering and shaking. Though muted by the soft caress of her flesh, I heard Kirsty gasp and moan, her hips bucking as I excitedly realised I'd made her orgasm. Although my tongue already felt like it had run a marathon I didn't let it stop until she relaxed her hold and lifted my head up, letting me see her gorgeous face - her cheeks now flushed and her eyes alight with pleasure. I wiped my chin, wet and sticky with her juices, and looked down at her pussy, pink and throbbing with arousal. I'd never seen a pussy so close before, let alone one that had been so thoroughly attended to in one evening, and marvelled at the sight - who knew when I'd ever get this chance again? Every tiny detail was emblazoned in my mind - from the different hues of her skin, to the faintly re-growing pubic hairs, to the shine of her secretions. Some of it was clear, thin and runny like water - other bits thicker and stickier - and some bits a pale white, almost like my own cum. Did girls cum in the same way guys did? I wondered - which is when it hit me. Marcus had cum inside Kirsty earlier. She'd even told me at Rocco's she could still feel it leaking out of her. Was the sticky sweet white liquid coming from Kirsty's pussy Marcus' residual cum? Had I just been eagerly licking and swallowing that down? Part of me felt sick, but Kirsty didn't allow me to focus on that dreadful thought for too long.

"Come on, stop staring!" Kirsty giggled gently, sitting up and lightly slapping me on the shoulder. She embraced me again, pulling me into a deep kiss, her tongue invading my mouth as if hungry to taste herself. "That was pretty good for your first try," Kirsty smiled in between kisses. "Don't worry, I'll make that cute little mouth of yours get lots of practice," she tittered, "but for now it's your turn to lie back." Kirsty turned me around, lying me back on her bed so I could feel the warmth of her body on the sheets and pillow. Alluringly she crawled over me, sliding down between my legs until her face was close to my cock - still embarrassingly and painfully limp despite the sight of her incredible body positioned to pleasure it. "Awh, is he still feeling shy?" Kirsty cooed, taking my cock in her right hand and making it disappear under her touch. She began to stroke it between two of her fingers and her thumb, my heart falling as I watched my cock limply flop about in her grasp. It was nothing like watching her jerk off Marcus - where even two hands and her mouth hadn't been enough to hide the sheer size of his big black cock.

"I'm sorry..." I began to say, but Kirsty put a finger to my mouth with a smile on her face. I watched as she brought her lips close to my cock, planting soft kisses on it before moving on to kiss and lick all around it - covering my thighs, balls and pubic area with affection.

"I'm not offended..." Kirsty smiled as she looked up into my eyes. "I'm still having fun, David. I've already enjoyed my orgasm - now stop worrying about this little one staying soft, lie back, and try to enjoy yourself." Still feeling shy? Little one. Although they were phrases said in gentle, loving tones, the humiliation they struck me with cut deep. My cock buzzed and twinged with shameful arousal but remained steadfast in its flaccidity, stubbornly battling against my desires. I snapped back to reality as I watched Kirsty open her mouth and take my cock inside it completely, deepthroating it effortlessly in comparison to the struggles she'd had with Marcus. Though that said, there was nothing 'deep' or 'throat' about what she was doing now, comfortably holding my soft penis in the delightful warmth of her mouth as she massaged it with her tongue, flicking the tip enticingly and sucking occasionally to tighten her mouth around it. I gasped and moaned, allowing myself to lie back and stare at the ceiling as Kirsty worked her magic. One of her hands worked its way up my chest, reaching a nipple and beginning to tenderly circle it, squeezing it playfully. I'd never played with my nipples before but found them incredibly sensitive, heightening my arousal as Kirsty let my cock drop free of her mouth, tickling the head of my cock with her tongue rapidly.

"That feels so good..." I moaned softly, seeing a thin stream of pre-cum being coaxed forth from the tip of my penis as Kirsty continued to lick it. "You're so good at this... I don't know why I'm still soft..."

"I know," Kirsty winked cheekily. "Don't worry about it. Let me try something else..." she purred softly, and I felt her slide her arms underneath my legs, lifting my thighs up into the air as she slid further down the bed.

"What are you..." I began, but my developing question was answered with a shock through my body as Kirsty lovingly began to lick down beneath my testicles, kissing my perineum delicately until her lips met my asshole. "Kirsty!" I squealed as I felt her begin to kiss and lick my unguarded hole, messages of hitherto-unknown pleasure shooting up my body through unused nerve pathways to strike deep into my brain. "Kirsty wait, I... I've not..." I panted, but whether she couldn't hear my faint protestations or was too eager in her duty I didn't know. Her soft pink tongue playfully caressed my quivering asshole, one hand creeping back up to rub my limp cock in little circles, massaging it as if it were a clit. I bit my trembling bottom lip, hands gripping Kirsty's bed sheets as I felt my mind becoming cloudy and hot with arousal. Although limp I could feel my cock growing closer and closer to orgasm, the sensation of needing to cum becoming more intense as Kirsty ramped up her loving assault on my butt. My eyes were closed, my thoughts lost in pleasure as I listened to the sound of my own moans and the pounding of my heart mix with the soft wet slapping of Kirsty's tongue against my asshole.

"Have you ever put anything inside here?" Kirsty breathed, panting softly as I felt one of her fingertips press against my virgin hole. I felt my sphincter tense as she kissed it again, giggling playfully.

"No," I gasped, unable to stop the orgasm mounting as Kirsty continued to rub my limp cock firmer and firmer.

"Never been curious?" Kirsty smiled. "Never wanted to know what it feels like to have your prostate massaged? Never wanted to feel something inside you?" I opened my mouth to reply but my building orgasm prevented me, my mind faltering as it smashed together the sensation of Kirsty licking my asshole and stroking me with the image of Marcus thrusting his big black cock deep inside her over and over again. I tensed and squealed as I felt my soft cock released several short spurts of cum onto my tummy, mewling and whimpering as the overwhelming pleasure began to slowly fade from my body. I stared down into Kirsty's warm face, a smile of great satisfaction developing on her as she leaned forwards and sensually licked my warm, sticky cum off my skin. Once again wordless, I tried to open my mouth to thank her for everything when she crawled up the bed on all fours and plunged down into another deep French kiss, dribbling my weak cum into my mouth passionately. I tried to tense up and resist but Kirsty had me gently pinned under her body, smiling and moaning as she ensured I swallowed down my own cum. "Good boy..." she sighed happily. "That was a lot of fun, wasn't it?" Kirsty giggled, slumping down onto the bed next to me and draping her arms and legs around my numb form.

"That was... like nothing I've ever done before..." I gasped, staring down at Kirsty's beautiful face, her cute smile looking back at me as she lay her head on my chest. It was a little awkward given she was taller than me, but she intertwined her limbs and mine with expert precision. "Thank you, Kirsty..." I panted.

"You're very welcome, cutie," Kirsty purred happily. "I've had such an amazing evening. I've got to be up early for work, but please stay with me tonight," she pleaded. "I'll try to be quiet getting ready in the morning. There's a bus that goes to town and the hospital every 15 minutes not far from here - just round the corner near the entrance to the park. Please?" Kirsty asked again, fluttering her eyelashes at me.

"How could I say no to you?" I replied, smiling back. Things definitely seemed to be looking up...

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I awoke in a stupor, sunlight shimmering into the room through the blinds. I smacked my lips and breathed deep to wash away the taste of sleep, rubbing my chin that still felt slightly sticky. I stretched out, my hands not finding Kirsty underneath the bed sheets with me, then sat up, squinting in the morning light. So - it hadn't been a dream. Here I was, lying naked in Kirsty's bed, the smell of sex still permeating the room. I took another deep breath, my mind reeling with how amazing and confusing yesterday had been. What did all this mean? Were Kirsty and I dating now? Or had that just been Kirsty's way of rewarding me for a job well done at the Butterfly Parlour? It was still too early to think about anything like that now. I searched around for my phone and located it on Kirsty's dressing table, switching it on and feeling my heart nearly stop as I realised it was gone ten already. I'd arranged to meet Abbie at the hospital for coffee over lunch, so I'd have to get a move on if I wanted to be ready.

Which led to my next challenge - where were my clothes? I stood dumbly by Kirsty's bed, certain I was standing in the spot where I'd taken my trousers and boxers off the night before. I looked all over the room, checking to see if Kirsty had folded them up or put something on top of them, but they were nowhere to be found. There was a pile of clothes on Kirsty's side of the bed, but they were clearly hers, not mine. Maybe she'd left them somewhere else? I thought, stepping towards her bedroom door - which is when I spotted the Post-It stuck to the wood with Kirsty's handwriting on it. It read:

"Hey David - thanks again for last night, I had fun! Feel free to use the shower if you want - don't mind the toys! I've put a spare towel out for you (the cream one). Your clothes were all dirty so I've stuck them in the wash, but there's a pile of clothes on the bed for you to wear - they're mine but not too girly I hope! Help yourself to anything in the kitchen for breakfast. Hope you have a great day sweetie - text me later. Love, Kirsty xxx"

I smiled as I began to read it, eagerly wanting to add Kirsty's number to my phone, but my face froze as I realised that the pile of clothes on Kirsty's side of the bed was intended for me. And what did she mean about the shower - don't mind the toys? Were there sex toys in there? Shaking my head, I stepped back across the room to inspect the clothing selection, and whilst - much as I'd thought before - they were clearly girls' clothes, Kirsty had at least made an effort to select androgynous looking options. There was a pair of short white socks, pale denim jeans, a white vest top and a pastel blue blouse with only a few ruffles at the cuffs. The most obviously feminine item of clothing, however, was the underwear. Buried underneath the rest was a beautifully soft pair of baby blue polka-dot panties with a little bow on the front. My cock twitched at the sight, swelling and becoming stiff at the feel of the material under my fingers.