Wake to a blowjob

When I woke up in the morning, it was to the unmistakable feeling of someone sucking on my dick. I opened my eyes and saw a moisture-slick pussy hovered almost directly above my face. I grinned, and gently tugged Liz’s rear end down so I could start eating her out.

For whatever reason, we never bothered to switch to actual fucking, we just finished each other off in the sixty-nine. Afterwards Liz crawled around until she was lying alongside me and grinned.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning, yourself,” I replied, and bent forward to kiss her, sucking a little of my cum off her lower lip that she’d missed. “Mmm. Best cure for morning breath: cum,” I joked.

Liz laughed. “No argument here,” she agreed. “Yours and mine.”

“Absolutely. You know, I don’t want to sound weird, but you taste very nice,” I complimented her. “With a lot of women, I eat them out more for the pleasure of the sex than the flavor, but you’re actually tasty.”

Liz laughed. “Thanks,” she replied when she could control her giggles. “My last roommate was a woman, and we both liked oral a lot, so we helped each other adjust our diets until we got our tastes as nice as possible.”

“Wow. Good work,” I congratulated her.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she returned.

“Well, thanks, but I’m afraid I didn’t work at it, like you,” I admitted. “Just natural luck, I guess.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m glad you’ve got it,” she said. Liz stretched, putting her hands up and arching her back—which did amazing things for her big, soft breasts. “Want some breakfast?” she asked. “I think it’s more like ‘brunch’ now, but….” She shrugged.

“Sounds nice,” I agreed. “I’ll change the sheets if you show me where to find fresh ones,” I offered.

“Great, thanks,” she said, and showed me the right closet.

“So,” I asked when we sat down to breakfast, “what do you say? Can I stay? At least temporarily, until I see if I can come up with rent?”

“Alan,” she said with a serious look on her face, “as far as I’m concerned, as long as you keep fucking me like that, you can stay as long as you want!”

I laughed. “Rent money or I’m out by the end of the month, I promise,” I said in reply. “But yes: all the fucking you want no matter what.”

“Deal,” she accepted with a grin. “Now … you did see in the ad about this being a casual arrangement, right?” she asked, sounding a little worried.

“Absolutely,” I assured her. “That’s no problem. I’m not the possessive type.”

“Okay, good,” she sighed with a bit of relief. “Every once in a while, I have a great night with someone, but then they get hurt when I tell them we won’t be getting romantically involved. I’m not really in a place for romance at this stage in my life. I have a bunch of good friends that I’ve known for years that I sleep with, and that’s what works for me.”

“I can appreciate that,” I said, although in truth the idea of having a collection of long term friends-with-benefits was pretty foreign to my actual experience.

“Most of them come over to visit pretty often, though,” she said, “so if you’re around it’d be great to have you join us. Do you like threesomes?”

The way she asked it was a little bemusing. It was like hearing someone ask if I liked chocolate ice cream, rather than inquiring about salacious details about my sexual experience.

“Sure,” I said glibly, although in fact I’d only ever had one in my life, and that had happened mostly by accident. A married couple that I was good friends with and I had gotten a bit tipsy together and ended up naked in their hot tub—then got a fair bit drunker and ended up naked in their bedroom.

“Men? Women? Either?” she asked idly, just as casually as before.

“Both, I suppose,” I shrugged. “I’m mostly straight, although I’ll admit I’ve had some bisexual experiences.”

“Some” was really just ‘one’: that threesome in which my friend and his wife had both taken turns giving me blowjobs once the surprising size of my dick was revealed.

“I enjoy being with multiple women more,” I went on, “but sharing with another guy is just fine with me.”

“Well, you say you’ve had some bi experiences,” Liz said. “Would you do it again, or was it something you got over? I mean, would you be interested in a bi threesome with another guy?”

“Well…” I hesitated. In my own world, this was a question I had assumed would never come up again. My friends had never spoken of the threesome at all, having been much too embarrassed about the whole thing after everybody had sobered up. Here, I supposed it was the sort of question I couldn’t avoid.

The trouble was, I’d never really sorted out my feelings about it, since I’d decided it wouldn’t ever matter. I hadn’t disliked the experience, but it certainly wasn’t something I had ever considered seeking out, either before or after it had happened. I wasn’t at all sure I’d enjoy pursuing it any farther than I had with my friends that night.

“You know, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I have a friend who was going to be coming over for dinner tonight. He’s not a practicing bisexual, but in threesomes he’s orally bi.”

“Orally?” I repeated, puzzled.

“Sure,” she replied, and I got the impression that it was a distinction people in this world would have been familiar with. “He’s not into other men generally, but he likes getting head from guys and girls both—and giving it’s fine with him, too. Rob’s not into other guys one-on-one, though; only when he’s having group sex with women, also.”

“Oh, okay, sure,” I said, trying to sound as though I understood completely. As a matter of fact, that sounded more or less like it described my own experience with bisexuality pretty accurately.

“Well, since Rob’s coming over, I thought we could all fuck after dinner,” Liz said.

I almost choked on my breakfast, but I did my best to cover it.

“Well, uh … sure. That sounds fun,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as nervous as I felt.

“Don’t worry, Rob’s a nice guy; I’m sure you’ll like each other,” Liz assured me.

“Sure,” I agreed nervously.

“So, what are your plans for today?” she asked me, smiling contentedly.

“I need to get out and look for work,” I said glumly. “Any ideas?”