Greg's mind slowly surfaced to some semblance of consciousness. Still half asleep, he became dimly aware of three unaccustomed feelings. Firstly, that he had slept long and deep, for the first time in ages. The second was that he wasn't alone in his bed, and memories of last night came flooding back, filling him with a warm glow. That was quickly followed by the final realisation: that he had an erection, which felt amazing, mainly because something warm and wet was wrapped around it.
Instantly wide awake, he threw off the quilt to reveal Alice, delightfully naked, curled up at his feet, her head bowed over his groin and his cock halfway down her throat!
"Alice!"
She raised her head, releasing his penis with a wet plopping sound, and grinned at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Sorry, I started without you ... I thought this might be a nice way to wake you up."
He couldn't disagree with that, even though he felt a little vulnerable, and conflicting emotions chased across his face. She became more serious.
"Do you want me to stop?"
His cock was already aching for more attention.
"God, no! Please don't!"
Her face brightened again.
"Oh, good!"
He watched, fascinated, as she lovingly kissed the tip of his quivering staff, then slowly slid her lips over the blunt head and as far down the shaft as she could manage. Her cheeks bulged obscenely as she tried to accommodate him, then her mouth began the reverse journey, applying just enough pressure to maximise the intensity of the pleasure flooding his groin and spreading throughout his whole body.
As the wet head slowly reappeared, he observed a thread of her saliva dangle between his member and her lips. So sexy. She looked directly at him, smiled again and maintained eye contact as she deliberately pressed her lips over the head and engulfed him once more. He groaned in pure ecstasy and somehow summoned up enough willpower to speak.
"Alice, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come in your mouth."
She paused for a moment and smiled at him.
"Good. I want to taste your come."
She wasn't a novice at giving oral sex, as Greg was discovering to his delight, but she had never much enjoyed it. It was just something which men expected, to be got over with as quickly as possible. This time she was doing it because she wanted to, at her own pace, and she loved the feeling of empowerment she got from giving him pleasure, the way he'd done to her astonishment the previous night.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and took him in again, deeper this time, until he moaned. Not quite all the way, she needed more practice at this! Maybe she could train herself to suppress that gag reflex. Or he could train her, make her swallow him whole. The thought made her very wet, but she needed to put it to one side and concentrate on the task in hand, so to speak.
Mmmm, he seemed to like it when she swirled her tongue all over the swollen head, and he moaned when she wiggled the tip of her tongue along that little ridge of skin leading up to the head. Wow! He jumped and cried out when she tried the same trick on the slit at the very tip. Maybe too intense? Most of all, though, he clearly loved the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down, especially the extra resistance as the widest part of the head pushed past her lips, giving him that sensation of penetrating her. Slowly she increased speed.
He'd never felt anything so good. Yes, he'd had blow jobs before, but it had always felt like the woman was doing him a favour. This amazing girl was clearly enjoying it, her eager, hot little mouth driving him wild, and she actually wanted him to come without pulling out? The feelings intensified as she went faster, her head bobbing up and down, drawing out wave after wave of pure sensation. He was very close to the point of no return ...
She saw his stomach muscles tense up, heard his breathing become hoarse and ragged. His scrotum contracted, pulling his balls up tight to his body, and she rejoiced in the effect she was having on him. She could have sprinted for the line, going faster and faster, but she wanted to draw out his pleasure, make it last, and she kept the rhythm steady, keeping a firm grip on the base of his cock until she felt it swell and pulse. Yes! She took him in as deep as she could, and exulted in his involuntary cry of pleasure and the sensation of his hot come hitting the back of her throat. She kept him in her mouth, gently sucking every last drop from him until he finally pushed her head away when the intensity became too much.
"Wow, what a way to wake up! That was incredible ... thank you!"
No guy had ever thanked her for sucking him off before. It was the little things like that which endeared him to her so much. She replied honestly.
"I really enjoyed it. I love your cock, and the taste of you. Besides," she giggled, "I was only returning the favour from yesterday."
He lay flat on his back, his body as limp as his penis, feeling drained but euphoric. She snuggled up and laid her head on his chest; it was rapidly becoming her favourite place in the world. He spoke reflectively.
"I loved doing that, too. I loved that you let me go down on you - it's such an intimate thing to allow someone to do."
"I almost stopped you, but then I realised that you weren't doing it because you thought you should - you actually wanted to. And you made me come, too. That's twice in a week!"
He was curious.
"Is that unusual for you?"
"Yes, very. Only one other guy has ever made me come."
"Really? But you're so responsive, and, er, enthusiastic!"
She blushed slightly.
"I think I'm over-sexed, and that puts some people off. I mean, I know that I can come ..."
"On your own, you mean?"
She was definitely embarrassed now.
"Um, yes. Is that very bad of me?"
"God, no, everybody does it. My right hand has been my best friend for years!"
She laughed out loud, relieved.
"I'm glad it's not just me, then! I think it's probably just that the guys I've been with didn't really care whether I enjoyed it or not. My husband certainly didn't - I don't think he could have found a clitoris even if someone gave him a map!"
It was his turn to chuckle.
"Typical man! Actually, that's quite sad. I really believe that giving pleasure is better than receiving."
"Yes, I think so, too, provided it's not a one-way street."
"I'd love to watch you masturbating."
She was slightly taken aback by his candour, but loved it, too. She'd never had the opportunity to discuss this kind of thing so openly with a partner, and it was liberating and, she had to admit to herself, quite arousing, too. She sighed.
"I'm quite innocent when it comes to sex. It was always missionary position with the lights off with Clive, and he didn't believe in foreplay, at least not for the woman. I've fantasised about doing all kinds of things, but I never really thought about being watched. It does sound erotic, but I don't know whether I'd have the nerve. Only if I can watch you do it, too - how about that?"
"You're on! Maybe not right now, though!"
He indicated his flaccid member, and she giggled again.
"Awww, poor baby, have I worn you out?"
"Completely drained me, you have!"
"Mmmm, and very tasty it was, too!"
"Bad girl! I can see I'm going to have to take you in hand!"
"Promises, promises ...Seriously, though, I want to try everything with you, but I need you to be patient."
"Everything? Be carefully what you wish for, baby girl!"
"I rather like the idea of being your baby girl. Does that mean that you'd take care of me?"