Suzanne Portnoy

The room was warm. Light filtered in through the shuttered blinds that covered the patio doors, casting a glow across the double bed that nearly filled the room. Curled up next to him, I tried to recall the last time I’d woken up with a man two days in a row. It was a rare treat.

I turned on my side to reach him and casually draped my arm across his body, working my way slowly down from his chest to his groin. He let out a soft moan and I carried on until my hand was around his cock. It was hard. Gripping my hand around the shaft for a few minutes I let it rest there until the urge to stroke him became too great.

I loved his cock but then lots of people loved his cock. He had been a swinger for the past ten years, with me for four of those. I doubt he could say himself how many women (and men) had taken his perfect cock in their mouth. On the beach that afternoon, I’d taken his thick 8 1/2″ right to the back of my throat until I gagged. A group of men surrounded us, watching me take it all down. Afterwards I’d stood up and whispered in his ear, “You have the best cock on the whole beach.”

“I don’t think you’ve spent enough time looking,” was his reply.

Now, this morning, it was all mine. My eyes still closed, I worked my hand up and down, up and down until the thought of having his cock in my mouth became too great. Drowsy, I sat up and climbed on top of him, stradding one thigh, my pussy making contact with his knee. Comfortably in my favourite position, I let my mouth slowly take him in, working my way around the head first. My tongue circled around and over the tip of his cock, whilst my hand worked up and down the shaft.

‘Mmmmm,’ he murmered softly, half asleep himself but becoming more responsive as my mouth took more of him in.

‘Tongue, baby,’ he whispered.

I let my tongue follow the line that led from the head down to the base of his cock, pressing onto him as my mouth contined to grip. Saliva gathered in my mouth as I continued my hold on him. Then I lifted my mouth off him and spit onto the head, lubricating him. I used my hand to lube his cock with my saliva and then continued the original action. First the circling tongue, then following the line down his cock, until my mouth hit the base and he glided past the back of my throat and I gagged.

‘Good,’ he said as he felt my pussy tense in response to gagging.

My pussy glided over his knee. Giving blowjobs always made me so wet.

Quickly I climbed off his leg and onto him, grabbing his rock hard cock with my right hand and pulling him into my slick pussy. I ground down on him and, for the first time that morning, leant over to kiss him. His tongue moved inside my mouth, lips connnected. Grinding down, my clit making contact with his pubic bone, I pushed him farther and farther into me. With minutes I felt my pussy pulsating on top of him and came with a tremendous shudder and a huge moan that seemed to last for minutes. Only when the shuddering had ceased did I open my eyes, climb off him and flop down next to him.

I put my arms around him once more and laughed.

‘Good morning,’ I said.