I was woken by the sensation of a soft wet mouth on my cock. Penny was sucking me gently. In my flaccid state she could take all of it inside her, and swirl around it with her agile tongue. It didn't stay flaccid for long.
I threw back the duvet and looked down at her. Her face was hidden beneath the mass of curly dark hair, but I could see her bare shoulder and back. She had shed her nightie. Almost certainly her pants as well. Twenty one, naked, sucking my cock and ready for more.
I smiled.
Who wouldn't?
My hips needed to flex. Tension was building. My balls were drawing up and my cock had grown so that now she was only working half the shaft when she dipped down.
I had to groan. I had to push my cock deeper. I had to gasp as she pulled her head back, sucking strongly, so she parted from my cock with a loud noise, and looked up at me. She swept her hair back with her free hand, while wanking me with the other. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. She grinned.
I grinned back as I looked into those sparkling hazel eyes and saw the flecks of green and gold that always looked so prominent when she was turned on. Her pointed chin and high cheekbones, clear honey skin with a hint of excited flush, and that little nose with the round tip, were all framed in her luxuriant hair, making her look elfin, wild, Romantic, and very, very sexy.
I marvelled once again at how she could look so innocent and girlish, and yet be the most adventurous and active sexual partner I could imagine.
We were in the spare room in Mike's house. Mike was in the main bedroom, with Naimh. Tara had Alan in the other spare room.
It was Saturday morning, after a rather wild Friday night.
A few weeks had passed since the weekend of the wedding at which we had first shared a bedroom with Naimh and Alan. This time, sadly, they had not brought the delectable Lucy with them, but over dinner Naimh had suggested we draw lots for partners on that night, with a rotation on Saturday and Sunday.
I was happy to have drawn Penny. I felt that I hadn't spent enough time with her recently. But I was pleased that I would be taking on Naimh next. I rather liked Tara's red headed cousin, and it would be good to spend a day in bed with her. And then Tara tomorrow. As weekends go it didn't sound too bad. Exhausting though.
"Good morning, sexy girl. Are you allowed to do that now? I thought I was Naimh's plaything for today, and you have to save your energy for Alan."
She wanked me slowly, still grinning. "Yeah. I suppose so. But I thought I would wake you nicely before I go. I heard someone going to the bathroom and then downstairs so I reckon breakfast will be on soon, and I will have to give you up."
She sounded a little wistful, and I said "You don't have to if you don't want to. The others won't mind, and we don't have to stay, you know. If you want to go..." I jerked my head towards the door.
She shook her head, smiling. "No, I wasn't meaning that. I'll have fun with Mike and Alan, and I wouldn't dream of dragging you away from a double dose of redheads. But I wanted to spend a minute more with you."
We kissed and hugged and shared a few secret moments before there was a knock and a call at the door. Then we slipped on robes and went for breakfast.
House rules as usual. I had to feed Naimh, she fed me. Orange juice was passed mouth to mouth. Hot drinks you were allowed to handle yourself. I had two glasses of orange.
Naimh was wearing her leather bracelets and ankle cuffs, but no collar. Mike had apparently been playing Master. We had decided to keep the game going.
Breakfast fairly quickly became an orgy. It was Tara's fault really, although the sexual tension could have been cut with a knife and served on the hot toast that Tara kept supplying. She was with Mike, and playing Mistress. So she fed him by placing small pieces of toast on her nipples, marmalade side down, and making him suck the sticky stuff off.
That gave Alan the obvious idea of doing the same thing on the end of his cock, so his slave girl, Penny, could lick him clean. Naimh laughed at that, and said "I'm still a little hungry, Master. Could I have some toast, like Penny?"
"Only if I get some honey like Mike," I replied.
She reached for the honey, and smeared each nipple with it.
For those who have never tried sucking honey off an eighteen year old girl's nipples, let me say it takes a great deal more sucking than you might have thought. That is not a complaint of course. And Naimh didn't mind in the least. But it took a while to get her un-sticky, and she had to wait for her toast.
But eventually toast happened.
I looked around, and marvelled. It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was beaming through the French windows in the dinning room. It gleamed on Mike's blonde hair as he pushed his long pink tongue into Tara's ginger fringed slit. It picked up the contrast of her dark pink nipples as they sat like hard raspberries on the pale mounds of her ample breasts, and it set her red curls on fire as they spilled around her ecstatic face where she lay back across the table between the milk jug and the overturned butter dish.
The light was shining also on Penny. Her golden skin was further gilded by the rays that fell on her thighs and stomach and breasts as she rose and fell on Alan's pale cock. He was lying on the floor with his eyes closed, a hand on each of her knees, while she rode him with her eyes closed, neither slow nor fast, but steady and with little twists and flexes of her hips as she pressed his shaft deep inside herself. She was beautiful. It made my breath catch in my throat when she smiled to herself as she pressed down onto him.
I wondered what that felt like for her. The warm sun on her skin, the hard cock sliding up inside her body, opening her, stretching her, filling her, pushing against her pussy lips as she pressed down on his root. It was something I could never know.
But I couldn't be jealous of her pleasure. After all she would never know what it felt like, or looked like, for me, when I dropped my gaze to my lap. Naimh was slowly wanking my cock, and pressing her nose between my balls, as her tongue rasped out beneath them to catch the drop of melting butter and marmalade that had run down from my glans.
Naimh's deep red curls were not in the sun, but her pale naked bottom was. The light made a tiny halo of the fine hairs on the outline of her buttock. My breath caught again as her mouth moved up to suck my cock deep inside her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with delight.
It is always so much more fun being sucked by a girl who really enjoys it. And it wasn't just the sweet stuff that had her smiling. Naimh just loved making boys gasp and jump and, in Alan's case, faint. So she smiled, as much as she could given what she was doing, and deep-throated me, and closed her lips around the base of my cock to suck me hard.
