Vicky lets him continue

Vicky slid her hands out of her panties allowing Kurt to just do his thing. She knew she had crossed a line, but in her euphoria she just didn't care. She reached up and ran her juice coated fingers through Kurt's hair, pulling at his neck, forcing his kisses to be even harder on her own neck and shoulder. She began to lightly moan as Kurt picked up the pace, teasing her clit. "God he knows what he's doing down there," she thought. She pulled her hand from his neck and reached down and squeezed his ass, causing him to grind hard against her and eliciting another moan from her. she moved her hand to his hip, running her fingers back and forth, building up the courage to go further.

Kurt could not believe the sight he had awakened too, he was sure he was in some wild dream. He had been playing it so safe with her and he knew the rules she had laid out. But he was pretty sure her masturbating in bed with him changed all the rules. It was a risk, but scoring with the perky blonde while she was clearly on fire was not a chance he was going to pass up. He breathed a sigh of relief when she pulled her hand out, clearly submitting to the fact that he was going to be the one to get her off. And now that hand was on his waist wanting so bad to to grasp his manhood. He started rubbing her faster as her hand ever so hesitantly slid down the front of his boxers. It was his turn to groan as her fingers found the mark. He felt her tense up, he heard her breathing getting faster. He picked up the pace, faster and faster. With his left hand he reached down and pinched her nipple and at that moment she came, bucking her hip against him, moaning in pleasure.

Vicky had never felt anything that good in her life. After giving herself a moment to come down from the high she turned to face Kurt, seeing a worried expression.

"I'm so sorry Vicky, I woke up... and you... and I..." he feigned.

Vicky smashed her lips against his, kissing him hard. "God he apologized.... after that?" she thought. She pulled away and looked him in the eye.

"Your turn."

"You really don..." Kurt said, keeping up the innocent act.

"I said, your turn."

She reached down and slid Kurt's boxers off, her eyes taking in the sight of his manhood for the first time. She licked her lips.

Kurt sat up and scooted back against the headboard. He wanted her body nice and close so he could continue to tease it. Vicky followed him and gave him another hard kiss. She then lightly kissed his chin, his neck, and his chest. She ran her hand over his pecs kissing each of them. She kissed his stomach. She then took in the sight of his cock once again. She wrapped her hand around it, marveling at it's girth. She looked up at Kurt, his head was tilted back, eyes closed. She stroked his cock once and he let out a small moan. She kissed the tip of his cock, stroking it a second time. She was a little nervous as she opened her mouth wider and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She looked back up at his face and he opened his eyes and smiled. Reassured, she leaned down again and this time took a little more into her mouth.

Her technique was clumsy, but Kurt subscribed to the notion that any blow job was better than a hand. He moaned at sight of her panty covered ass sticking up and she bent over him. He reached down and squeezed her ass, running his fingers over it. He dragged his fingers up her body to her back, then slid his hand around and cupped her breast. He massaged it, squeezed it and once again pinched her nipple. He then reached further and gave the other breast the same treatment.

The blonde wasn't sure if she was doing a good job as she bobbed up and down on Kurt's cock, taking as much as she could without gagging herself. She tried listening for his moans to guide her, but she became distracted as his fingers tortured her sensitive nipples. This gave her an idea.

She suddenly stopped and sat up. She lifted her tank top over her head and threw it to her side of the room. She smiled as Kurt's eyes got wide. She reached back and unclasped her bra. She then teased removing it, lowering first the left strap and then the right. She kept the cups covering her breasts as she slid each arm out. She wiggled a little almost as though she was dancing. She looked at Kurt again, his eyes were glued to her breasts. She then slowly slid each cup out, concealing her breasts with her hands and arm. She leaned up placing her breasts directly in front of Kurt's face and finally let him see her breasts and pink nipples. Just as her hands were at her side Kurt grabbed her, pulling her chest against his face. Licking, sucking, gently biting her nipples. She felt the heat rising between her legs once again. She knew now what she really wanted, what she needed.

Vicky's striptease had made Kurt forget all about the lackluster blowjob she had been trying to give him. He just had to taste those amazing breasts. He felt her hands on the back of her head, pulling him against her. He reached down and ran his finger over her panty covered pussy again. In response she began grinding against his hand. He was harder than he had been at any point that night, his cock aching. He needed to be inside her, and now. Suddenly she jerked away.

"Kurt, I want to finish the blow job but..."

Kurt had to take a moment. He was beyond the point of no return, but couldn't let it show.

"Th- that's ok, you..."

"No Kurt, I want to..."

She slid back off the bed.

"...finish it, but..."

She slid her panties down and kicked them away.

"... but right now, I need..."

She jumped back up on the bed and straddled Kurt's cock. She wrapped her hand around it, then looked into his eyes. Slowly she lowered herself until the tip was kissing her pussy lips. Suddenly she jerked back up, hesitating, She looked at Kurt once again.