Waking up to a blowjob has got to be the sexiest thing I can imagine. Of course, until I met Susan, imagining was as far as I d gotten. It wasn t like my other girlfriends had a problem with oral sex. Plenty of women enjoy sucking off their lovers, and some might even do it first thing in the morning, assuming they happen to be early risers. But not too many will actually plan a Sunday morning around it. That shows not just consideration for your man but a real passion for cock. Thankfully, Susan has that passion in spades. And starting with one fine weekend last year a month after we d met it became a major part of our sex life.
The whole thing began as a delicious dream, an intense pleasure playing around the edges of my consciousness. When I finally opened my eyes, I still wasn t completely awake. I was on top of the sheets, bathed in warm summer sun and aware only of something warm gripping and releasing my cock, and a wet, subtle tickling on its head. I moaned with pleasure when I finally realized what was happening.
Susan was sprawled across my lower body, her fist around my prick, holding it steady while she licked and sucked it. I had a massive case of morning wood, and Susan was encouraging it with her mouth. She circled the tip of my swollen head with her tongue, while slowly and rhythmically squeezing my shaft with her warm hand. Her long blonde hair fell around my thighs, tickling my bare skin. All I could think to do was lie there, enjoying the delicious teasing.
Susan is twenty five, four years younger than me. If you d seen her right then, lying sprawled on the covers like a big sexy cat, you d never have believed she s an accountant. Her body is long and lithe, tanned to a beautiful light brown that goes wonderfully with her platinum blonde hair. She s got long legs and an incredible ass. Her boobs are perfect little handfuls, tipped with large coral colored nipples that were as erect as my dick.
God, that feels good, I breathed, anxious to keep her going. But Susan was obviously in no hurry to stop or even make me come. She simply smiled and kept on licking, like my cock was a big lollipop. Every time her tongue made contact with my skin, I got a delicious little shock, a tiny jolt that brought me further and further out of sleep and deeper into exquisite horniness. Hypnotized, I lay there twitching, reveling in those incredible sensations.
Susan s own arousal finally got the better of her. She hung her head over my dick for a long while, warming it with her breath and clenching and unclenching her fist around it. It was like she was considering what to do next. Finally she whispered, Do you want to fuck my mouth?
Yeah, I said. I could barely speak. I was no longer afraid of coming before I was ready I felt like I had reached a state that somehow transcended my body s usual responses. But I certainly did want to fuck Susan s mouth right then I wanted that more than anything in the world.
Say it. I want to hear you say it.
She was in total control of me at that moment. I was ready to do anything she said, whenever she said to do it.
Yeah, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to fuck it.
Susan made a kind of delirious growling noise and then went down on me. She put her mouth over my cock and closed her pink lips around its root. For a single perfect moment, my meat was pulsing in the damp heat of my girl s mouth. She sucked, drawing greedily on my cock like it was a cigar. I felt the inner walls of her cheeks and palate close in on me, as well as the soft, slight roughness of her tongue.
There was nothing teasing about this sensation this was the same satisfying feeling I got when I buried my prick in Susan s wet pussy. This was fucking, and my body responded to it as such. Gasping, I reached up for the headboard and held on for dear life. My hips jerked for a moment, then settled into a series of rolling thrusts. My body prickled with sweat, the fever of my arousal cooled by the occasional delicious breeze from our window.
I watched Susan s head bob as she sucked me. Up and down it went, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight. She went at my cock like this was the last chance she d ever have to blow one. Every couple of seconds she would let me loose, just long enough to snatch a ragged breath. Then she d give me a fierce, hungry look and go back to work.
Soon I felt the signs that I was approaching orgasm a trembling itch in my balls and a delicious ache in the base of my spine. I began thrusting wildly into Susan s mouth, bracing my feet on the mounded sheets. She moaned a little, tiny puffs of air escaping between the sides of her mouth and my meat, before she eased up on the intensity of her sucking. She slowly raised her head so that, just as slowly, my shaft slid through her moist lips. My cockhead lingered deliciously between them for a moment. She gave it a tiny lick with her tongue and then set it free. A second later she began the whole process over again, seizing my dick in her mouth and pulling it upward while I gasped and swore.
It was agonizing and delicious, a teasing, excruciating torture designed both to coax my orgasm from me and hold it off until the last possible second. I loved it, even as it was driving me out of my fucking mind.
Eventually, things came no pun intended to a head. I felt pre come seeping out of me, practically dripping onto the mattress. I knew I could no longer hold back my orgasm, and Susan must have realized it as well. She gave me one last, loving look, and then she brought me home: She took my shaft all the way in her mouth again, sucking and slurping while she used her hands to cup my balls and lightly massage them.
I don t know what it was that finally did it the sensations were exquisite, like music being played on my body. But the sight of Susan s beautiful face, her eyes shut and her long lashes trembling, triggered a deep response. I cried out and my cream fountained up. When Susan released me, she had a droplet of semen on her lips. She smiled lovingly and swallowed my load.
More, she crooned, and I did. Susan squeezed my cock and caught a second, even larger spurt in her open hand.
By then I felt not just empty, but hollowed out. I finally allowed myself to let go of the headboard and fell onto the damp sheets, breathing as hard as if I d run a marathon. I was vaguely aware of Susan leaving the room and the sound of water running in our bathroom. I must have dozed a little, because the next thing I knew, Susan was back on the bed, cleaning my cock with a wet washcloth.
Wow, I murmured.
Pretty amazing, Susan agreed, setting the cloth aside and climbing up to put her arms around me. You re so responsive, she breathed, whispering the words in my ear. So sensual. I wanted to do something like this with you from the very first night we made love.
Why didn t you? I asked.
I had to wait for the right moment. And besides, she said with a smile, it s better when it s a surprise. Isn t it?
I had to agree that it was.
In the days that followed, Susan and I talked a lot about our experience, and about her love of sucking cock. Her upbringing had been rather conservative, and she had emerged into adulthood with the idea that certain sexual acts were strictly forbidden. Of course, this had created in her an unquenchable fascination with those acts, and a deep desire to try them out for herself.
As a result, she had been a wild child during her college years. She hadn t exactly been promiscuous, she explained, but when she managed to hook up with guys, she took every opportunity to experiment. She had played with bondage and S & M, enjoyed a few threesomes and had several flings with other girls. But throughout it all, she discovered that oral sex was her truest passion.
I just love cock, she told me the next evening, giggling over a glass of chilled white wine. I love cock the way some men love pussy. I can t leave them alone. And sucking you yesterday was absolute heaven. I knew I didn t have to hurry and that you enjoyed what I was doing to you as much as I enjoyed doing it. And when you came . . . mmm. I wish you could have seen yourself. It was the sexiest thing I ve ever seen!
Susan licked the rim of her glass, staring at me with her beautiful blue eyes. I started squirming in my chair, my cock slowly growing rigid. I m so glad we found each other, she purred. You re my favorite indulgence.
I don t suppose you d care to indulge yourself a little right now? I said as I smiled.
Susan laughed. Well, there is something I ve always wanted to try. A little technique I understand is quite devastating.
Barely able to keep from panting, I asked her what she had in mind. She dropped me a slow wink, and then without another word, she got up and padded into the kitchen. I heard her rattling dishes, opening the refrigerator and running the microwave. I squirmed a little more, wondering what on earth she was up to. I was patient, though, knowing it would be something worth waiting for.
When Susan re emerged, she was carrying her wineglass, topped off with more Chardonnay, the sides fogged with condensation. In her other hand was a steaming mug of tea.
Thirsty? I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Uh huh, she nodded, grinning. Thirsty for you. She curled up at my feet, set the drinks on either side of us, and put her hands on my knees. Get ready, she whispered, pushing them apart so that my erection was visible through my trousers.
Susan leaned forward and kissed my hard on through the thin material of my pants. I groaned a little, rising up slightly in my seat. My cock felt as heavy and stiff as a lead pipe, threatening to rip free of its prison and bury itself in Susan s mouth. I reached for my fly to help the process along, but Susan touched my hand lightly, shaking her head with a sly smile.
Just relax, she whispered, firmly placing my wrists on the chair s armrests. Let me take care of you, baby.
Before I could say a word, she went back to kissing my crotch. Something about the way she did it was making me crazy. Her slow, languorous pace made me anticipate her every move. She gently mouthed my erection through my pants, and my cock was so hard it ached.
Finally, after what felt like hours of this pleasurable torment, Susan bit my fly and gradually worked the zipper down with her teeth. Then she used her hand to maneuver my cock out into the air. When she kissed the naked flesh, I thought I was going to shoot immediately, but my luck and my load managed to hold. I groaned as once again my prick disappeared into Susan s mouth, and I settled back in my chair for a ride into heaven.
This time, though, Susan cut the ride short though only temporarily. I must have given her a truly anguished look, because she laughed out loud.
Can t a girl take a second to wet her whistle? she giggled, reaching for her glass. You know, all this work makes me thirsty. With that, she took a sizable mouthful of wine. Then, before I could ready myself, she caught my dick in her luscious, chilled mouth. The sensation was unbelievable. I d never felt anything like it. It wasn t painful or unpleasant at all, but the unexpected shock of it made me cry out. My balls tightened up in response to the deliciousness.
Aww, was that too cold? Don t want you to catch a chill. Susan lifted her mug of tea, blew on it and sipped. This time I knew what was coming, but I still wasn t quite prepared. After the cold, the heated confines of her mouth were indescribable. It woke up my nerves and had me thrusting my hips so hard that Susan had to set the mug down to avoid spilling it.
I made it through three more demonstrations of Susan s hot/cold trick. The third time I got hot, I lost it completely, my load flooding her warm mouth so much that she had to pull her head away and swallow. Then she took me between her lips again, sucking until my balls were totally drained.
Delicious, she said, and then she smiled and chased my load with another swallow of cold wine.
The following weeks were incredibly hot ones as Susan tried out one incredible oral delight after another on my willing cock. Naturally, I wanted to reciprocate and not only because I loved this woman and what she did to me I wanted to experience this amazing pleasure from the other side. I had eaten pussy before, of course, but now I was positively hungry for it. I longed to taste Susan s juices and drive her crazy with my tongue.
But Susan was surprisingly demure when I proposed eating her pussy. She kept putting me off.
I m so sensitive down there, she said. I love it, but I m afraid I d make too much noise.
The way you make me scream? I grinned. It took quite a bit of teasing, but finally I got her to agree. And by then I had a few ideas of how I could make it truly a night to remember.
It was a beautiful summer night, and we prepared for our special evening with dinner at a local four star restaurant. Afterward, we showered together, embracing in the tub and exploring each other s body as the hot water beat down on us. Then, at last, we went to bed.
Susan s pussy was snug and sweet smelling. I spent a long time licking it, teasing her plump clit out of hiding. She wasn t kidding when she said she was sensitive she made the most amazing noises as I tongued her, lying back and biting one finger to stifle her moans as little tremors ran all down the length of her body.
Using my lips and teeth, I sucked and pulled gently at her lower lips. I was trying to establish a sensual rhythm, the same way she had made me jerk and thrust, and soon enough she was dancing to my tune, her long limbs making soft sighing noises as they rubbed against the smooth sheets. She bent her knees and spread them as wide as they would go. She clapped a hand around the back of my head, urging me in a throaty voice to eat her harder, to nibble at her thighs, to lick her clit, to make her scream with delight.
Eventually she did scream. I felt her straining toward climax, rocking her ass on the bed as though trying to build up momentum. When her orgasm finally came, the force of it shook her to her very core, making her swear and shudder and bite her lips.
That was the moment I had been waiting for. I kissed her pussy softly, knowing I needed to be careful because she would be even more sensitive now. When I knew she was ready for another round and it didn t take long I turned quickly around, straddling her body in a classic sixty nine so that my hard cock dangled temptingly before her lips.
Susan seized it immediately, closing her mouth on my dick and sucking blissfully. The intensity of it was fantastic it made me all the more ravenous for her sex. I went back to work on her pussy, gently separating her legs once again and pulling at her lips with my own. If Susan had been responsive before, now she was doubly so. Something about having my cock in her mouth while being eaten seemed to send her into an absolute sexual frenzy. She snuffled and growled around my dick, reaching up to caress my balls as I licked and sucked her sweet fruit.
Gimme it, she mumbled, her voice barely audible as she lapped at me. Gimme your load.
I ll give it to you, all right, I whispered. I was working her pussy with the greatest possible delicacy. I wanted to tickle her, to make her crazy until I knew that she was ready for what I had in mind.
I waited until she released my cock in order to get a breath. I broke our position and turned around so that I now faced her. Susan pouted adorably for a brief moment, disappointed that her lollipop had been taken from her. But her disappointment was short lived as I plunged my cock slick with Susan s saliva into her pussy, her eyes widened and she made a low, crying noise that gradually turned into a growl, then became something between a roar and delighted, uncontrollable laughter.
God, it was good! It was the best fucking I think either of us had ever experienced up to that point. I moved slowly, pumping in and out of her while she met every thrust of my hips with the smooth motion of her own. With my patient thrusting, she came for a second time, quivering and wailing as the muscles in her fluttering pussy clamped around my dick. By then, of course, I couldn t have staved off my own orgasm any longer if I d wanted to. I surrendered to the delicious feeling of my load emptying into Susan s pussy.
When we finished, I slid off her and we moved into each other s arms, exhausted and deliriously happy. We lay together quietly for a while, but eventually we started talking. Susan, unsurprisingly, was already making plans for another oral workout.
I have a little trick I was just reading about, Susan murmured, playing with my nipple. It involves warm chocolate. Did you know that chocolate covered cock tastes just heavenly?
I ll bet chocolate covered pussy is pretty good, too.
Oh, no, Susan laughed. For pussy, you absolutely need to have candied cherries. And you know what? she added, grinning. The candy store downtown is open late . . .