"Gratitude for my Godfather" (closed)

Alice stared at the sheet of paper, not entirely certain of what the text on it meant. It seemed to indicate that she had a trust fund that was now worth more than $240,000. That was enough to nearly pay for all four years at her dream school, Harvard.

She looked up to her parents, Robert and Regina, who were beaming, obviously fully aware of what Alice wasn't quite grasping. They were flanking Simon and Diane Idris, Alice's godparents. The couple had been such an important part of Alice's family over the years, to the point that she'd thought of them more like a third pair of grandparents than just godparents. And now here, at the more private, family-only celebration of Alice's high school graduation, they'd given Alice the keys to a brand new Mercedes convertible now sitting in the driveway and this piece of paper that, if she understood what it meant, was the first step toward Alice's Wonderland.

"Is this what I think it is? Is this my money, for school? Is this real?" she asked quickly, giving the four before her only enough time to nod their heads. She rushed forward, clutching her arms around her godparents, screaming into Simon's chest, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I love you two so much!"



The rest of the night was like being down that rabbit hole that had been a constant topic of conversation during Alice's life. She and the four adults dined and chatted and went to the neighborhood pie shop for more eating and chatting. And the smile that had spread Alice's lips when she realized what Simon and Diane's gift meant to her never left her face. And, of course, the teen hugged her godparents again and again and again.

After dessert, as the five were heading back toward their cars, Alice caught the sound of live music. She looked around and found a group of people gathered in Gazebo Park, just half a block away. Some of them were dancing to the music, and realizing that the music was probably from Simon and Diane's era, she grasped the former's hand and said, "C'mon! Let's dance!"

She didn't give the man much of a choice, dragging him across the street and into the park as the others followed behind, laughing at Alice's enthusiasm. Once they were close enough to see the band in the gazebo, Alice demanded, "Show me how you used to dance when you were my age."

It was a blast, and dangling her high heels in one hand to dance barefoot in the lawn, Alice found herself laughing as Simon twirled her and slung her around at the end of outstretched arms. She'd never been so tickled in all her life, dancing through a half dozen songs with Simon, then her father, the two women together, and back to the men again.

Alice tried to get her mother and Diane to dirty dance, which only led to more hilarious laughter. Alice was wearing a tight fitting dancing dress...


...that clung to her curves as if painted to her skin. It had been attracting the gaze of men of all ages from across the lawn since the moment she arrived. But Alice hadn't noticed. The only men she was paying attention to were her father and Simon, and there wasn't anything ogling-like about the way they were looking at her. Her father gave her the loving glances any proud father would.

But Simon...? After several songs, Alice suddenly began to think that maybe she was seeing something in the way her godfather was looking at her that was more lustful than loving. But Alice dismissed that thought. Simon had no sexual interest in Alice. He couldn't! He was her godfather. Practically her grandfather, even though he wasn't actually old enough to actually be one to her. What was he now, 50? Maybe 54. Yeah, 54. Alice remembered because he and Diane had come to her 18th birthday a couple of months ago, and Alice had made a playful joke about Simon being three times her age. "Old! My god, 54, that's like ancient!"

Alice totally dismissed any possibility of Simon even being able to contemplate an interest in her that way. Until, at least, the first time they danced to a slow song together. Their front sides were just touching a bit as they looked to one another and talked about Harvard. And that was when she felt it. Simon's erection. Simon had an erection! He had an erection, and it was pressing against her belly. Did he know?

She was sure she could feel it, so sure that she began to blush, not sure what to do about it. If she pulled away, that would tell him that she'd felt it and was embarrassed, which would embarrass him. But if she didn't pull away, and Simon knew it was pressing into his goddaughter's body, he would think she was some kind of dirty slut who liked feeling a man's cock against her.

She was saved, though, when her BFF, Amy, suddenly rushed up and interrupted the dance. Amy rattled on quickly about her parents giving her permission to go to Europe for the summer. Alice introduced the girl to Simon, then asked him to please excuse her so she could go off and talk to the girl. Alice gave Simon another big hug, intentionally pressing her lower body to him, just to confirm whether or not--

Oh, yeah! she thought, that's an erection. Fuuuuuck... She stood on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, thanked him for the umpteenth time, then rushed off, looking back over her shoulder to Simon's face, then his groin. She stopped suddenly about twenty yards from her godfather, her back to him, as she whispered to Amy, "Does he have an erection?"

"Who?"

"Simon. The man I was dancing with. I thought I felt his, you know..."

As she'd been talking, Amy had been peeking past her. Suddenly, Amy shrieked as only a teenage girl could, hiding her face a bit more behind Alice as she told her, "Oh my god! His cock is hard, and huge! Were you grinding with that old geezer?"

Alice laughed, peeking back toward Simon, to whom her father was once again talking. She looked to his groin, but she couldn't honestly tell whether he was hard or not. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Amy confirmed. "I saw it! It's huge! Huge for you!"

"Oh bull shit!" Alice countered, "You can't tell from here. And even if it was, it wasn't for me."

"Then for who?" Amy asked, again studying Simon as the two couples talked. "Your mom and that other woman are doable, if you're as old as Ben Franklin, but--"

Stop!" Alice said, laughing hard.

"Are you gonna climb that tree?" Amy asked with a great smirk. When Alice gave her a confused expression, Amy clarified with a reference to Simon's older age, "Are you gonna get some of that big piece of petrified wood?"

Alice was the one who shrieked this time, declaring, "Oh my god NO!"

The two of them looked back to the others, finding Simon looking their way again. Alice felt her face explode in a blush. She gave a little wave, grabbed Amy, and hurried her away into the crowd.

The Mercedes flew down the freeway at 20mph above the posted speed limit, music blasting from the best of stereo systems. Alice and Amy were singing at top volume and laughing in great joy. They waved to the truck drivers, blowing kisses to the male drivers of cars more at their own altitude, whether the drivers had female passengers or not. Amy unbuckled as they passed a freight liner and pulled her tank top up to her collar bones. She flashed and waggled her otherwise unencumbered and impressive tits. The trucker jerked down the chain to his air horn, announcing his appreciation as he laughed. He reached to his CB radio to announce the Mercedes approach to the truck before him. For the next 15 miles, 'til they reached their beach exit, air horn blasts filled the warm summer air as Amy flashed one trucker after another while Alice howled in delight and sang to her heart's content.

(I ran out of time. Will add more in 2 hours. You can feel free to post or wait for me. )

Arriving at the beach and heading out onto the sand to lay out a blanket to get some sun, Amy asked Alice, "So, what are you going to do about the dinosaur?"

Alice gave her friend a curious look, asking, "Excuse me?"

"The old guy from the park last night," Amy clarified. "Are you going to fuck him or what?"

Alice laughed aloud, chastising her friend.

But Amy persisted, saying, "Listen, he gave you a fucking car. And he's paying for your entire fucking education. At Harvard, no less. You wanna know what my godfather gave me for graduation? Tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. Bieber? Really?"

The two laughed and discussed what Simon had done for the majority of the next two hours. Alice constantly made it clear that she was not going to have sex with her practically-a-grandfather-godfather. But when they packed up to leave, they bumped into a pair of boys they knew from school and flirted for quite awhile. After shedding the pair and hoping into Alice's new car, Amy asked, "So, how was Rueben? Any good?"

"What do you mean?" Alice asked feigning ignorance. She blushed in embarrassment at realizing that her BFF had found out about the boy with whom Alice had recently had sex. She hadn't told Amy because it had been so gratuitous, slutty, and unsatisfying: she'd been horny and in need of satisfaction before fucking Reuben, who she'd barely known; and she'd still been horny and still in need of satisfaction after she'd fucked him, and didn't want to know him any better. Alice said to Amy, "He was fine."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah. Of course."

"Did you enjoy it?" Amy asked again, her tone doubtful.

Amy didn't answer verbally, instead shrugging.

"Did you cum?" Amy inquired without shame. Alice continued with packing the things away in the car, and after finally shaking her head, Amy asked, "Do you think Simon could make you cum?"

Alice finished pretending to be busy. She looked to her friend, staring at her in silence for a long moment. They chatted about sex in general for several minutes before Amy finally said, "Honey, c'mon. I know he's your godfather and all. And I know you've known him forever. And I know you probably never considered boning the old man--"

"Hey!" Alice cut in, feigning anger before laughing. She said softly, "He's not that old.

"But he did this great thing for you," Amy continued, her tone now very serious and heart felt. "And you've never been happy with the boys from school. And you know he wants you." Amy's lips widened in a smile. "And you know he has a big dick."

Alice laughed, even though she'd tried not to.

After a moment, Amy said, "You have to fuck Simon. It's the only thing to do. You have no choice."

Alice considered arguing that comment but didn't. Amy was right. She had no choice. Not just for the car or the trust fund or the erection or for the lack of satisfaction so far. But for all of it. She looked to her friend, blushed, smiled wide, and then asked, "Okay, so ... how do I make this happen?"

Back at Alice's home, the pair sat in the pool, talking and sipping at a pair of wine coolers Amy had acquired at a little convenience store after flashing her tits at the young store clerk. They concluded that Alice's course was to simply spend some more time close to Simon, apart from Diane, to gage the man's interest. Amy slept over, and the next morning Alice sent a text message to Simon: Can I come talk to you about Harvard?

Alice knew that Simon had gone to Harvard, too, though she couldn't remember whether it had been for his Bachelor's or Masters or something else. She also knew that Diane had a charity thing every Wednesday afternoon. It would be the perfect chance to spend some time alone with Simon.

Alice had some great doubts about all of this. She still wasn't convinced that Simon had a sexual interest in her. She also doubted that even if he did, he'd do anything about it. And if he did and could, could she? What would she do if she attempted to seduce Simon and he rejected her? It would crush her! It would likely destroy their nearly two decade old relationship.

"Just, take it slow," Amy advised. "Don't hurry. Don't throw yourself at him. Just, flirt. You can flirt, right?"

Alice didn't know if she could flirt with Simon, but she was willing to try...



Wednesday afternoon she arrived at Simon's home at the arranged time. But when she entered the house without knocking, as was common, she found Simon on the phone in his den. He looked to her and smiled, and Alice smiled back. She gestured that she was going to go get something to eat in the kitchen, and after getting a bag of chips and a pop, she made her way to the back patio.

Alice ran everything she and Amy had talked about through her mind for several minutes. She knew she had to go slow. But, the question was whether she started slow and moved slow or just moved slow. She decided that starting slow wasn't going to do. So, moving out to the pool, Alice...


...stepped out of her modest heels and shed her skirt and blouse and stepped down into the pool in her bra and panties...


When she caught sight of Simon out of the corner of her eye, Alice stood up from the step she'd been sitting on to adjust her underwear around her curves. She did it without looking at Simon, wanting him to think she hadn't seen him coming. She twisted just enough for him to be able to see her pert, dark nipples and lack of darkness where naturally she would have had a triangle of hair at the meeting of her thighs. Then, she sat back down into the water up to her lower ribs and looked about the grounds casually. When she feigned finally noticing Simon, she smiled broadly, then giggled, saying, "I meant to bring my bathing suit but forgot. Is this okay?"

"Sure, sure ... As long as you feel comfortable."

Simon was obviously uncomfortable with her near nudity before him, but then, that had been Alice's intent. Not the uncomfortable part, but the nudity part. She'd wanted him to see her for the grown up woman she was, even if still a relatively naïve 18 years of age.

Oh, sure, Alice had been with someone. Two, actually. But she barely even considered herself not a virgin. The boy who had taken her virginity had actually cum the first time while she was trying to get the condom on him, and second time after just four or five thrusts into her. And Reuben, well, he'd lasted longer but Alice hadn't enjoyed it in the least. He'd offered a redo but she'd lied to him and said she was good.

"So what brings you by?"

As Simon inquired about her friend Amy, Alice lowered herself back down into the water up to her neck and bobbed about for a long moment. She leaned her head back, soaking her hair and slicking it back to her skull. She knew the boys like the look of her wet as they always seemed to flock toward her at the lake, river, or pool like a school of piranhas, hungry to eat her alive. And while her bikinis were very erotic in their cut and skimpiness, being here in her panties and bra would probably have caused them to eat one another to eliminated the competition before swimming her down for a real meal.

"Amy's got a new beau she wants to hang with," Alice told Simon. It was true, but it wasn't the reason Alice was here, of course. She was hoping to make Simon her new beau. "I'd be sort of a third wheel, cuz they're always making out and such."

She asked some questions about Simon's work, about Diane's social activities, and more. It was all the typical questions she asked her godfather whenever she visited, so nothing new. And in between questions and answers, Alice rolled this way and that atop the surface of the water, just playing about gently. The result, however, was that her breasts surfaced for a moment, offering Simon a good view of her cold-water-hardened, dark nipples; or, as she rolled over, her firm, athletic ass cheeks showed as well, with the thin, strip of wet blue cloth bunched up nearer to the cleft between her buttocks.

"Remember that thing you taught me when I was eight?" Alice asked suddenly, right in the middle of Simon talking about some landscaping Diane was considering. She stood tall and hurried through the water to the steps, rising until both halves of her now-revealing underwear set were in Simon's view. She turned her back to him, putting her ass just two feet from his face before doing a small dive into the water. It wasn't that spectacular of a feat, but then the second half was the thing you taught me part. Near the bottom of the pool, Alice rolled and kicked until she was in an inverted position, her face near the pool's bottom, her feet thrashing about the surface. Then, straightening, she pushed upwards until she was in a hand stand position with her legs extending fully out of the pool. They flailed a bit as she awkwardly walked across the bottom of the pool. And several times, as one leaned left or the other leaned right, Alice's pussy was on nearly full display through the fabric that wrapped her labia like a second skin.

Suddenly, as she pulled her hands out from under her, Alice fell into the pool, rolled, and popped upwards. She slapped the water away from her face, then laughed playfully, saying, "See! I can still do it! Just like when I was a little girl!"

She moved toward the steps, and as she rose out of the pool Alice adjusted her panties and bra in a failing effort to hide her womanly features. She was still laughing when she leaned into Simon, wrapped her still dripping arms around his neck, and kissed him sharp and quick on the cheek, like she had since she was a toddler.

"I love you, Simon!" she said, pulling her face back to smile broadly at him. "You've always been so good to me!"

She leaned in and kissed him again, but this time it was to Simon's lips, and it wasn't sharp and quick either. It was the intimate kiss of a girl kissing a beau for the first time. And when she pulled back, Alice's eyes were large and round with feigned surprise.

"Oh, Simon!" she said, feigning embarrassment as she'd been practicing for days. She stood tall before him, still wide eyed, and apologized, "I'm sorry."

She didn't know what was coming over her, but Alice reached out to Simon's shirt when he got close and grabbed at the top button. She said with a little girl's enthusiam, "Come swim with me!"

If he didn't stop her, Alice would continue to unbutton Simon's shirt and help him out of it.

Alice had the same thoughts Simon had and, even as she continued to playfully pull at his shirt buttons, she giggled and told him what he already knew, "Neither do I, Silly Simon!"

She laughed again, slapping a flat hand against a portion of his exposed chest. She couldn't remember the last time she'd used her childhood pet name for her godfather. It had likely actually been during her long ago gone childhood.

As Alice came to realize that Simon might nip this veiled seduction in the bud before it got anywhere, she reached down quickly and flipped loose his belt buckle. Again she laughed at his reaction, adopting a pouting expression complete with a fat bottom lip stuck out a mile. "C'mon, Silly Simon. Come play with me!"

She backed away from him a step, turned her back to him, reached up high behind her, and popped loose her bra. She pulled the straps from her shoulder, then turned just enough for Simon to see the outer curvature but not the nipple of one firm, C cup breast. Smiling broadly, Alice threw her wet bra toward Simon's head, laughed, and just before diving into the pool glanced toward his groin and teased, "I promise not to look at yours ... if you promise not to look at mine."

After a perfect dive, Alice kicked under the water with a perfect breast stroke until she'd reach the other side of the pool. When she surfaced, she did so slowly, with one hand sticking straight up above her as if a submarine periscope. In the hand were her panties. She surfaced with her nipples just barely below the water level. Wiping the water from her face, she tossed the panties into the middle of the pool, and laughed.

"Your turn, Silly Simon."

"What if someone sees?!"

Alice was thinking the same thing Simon was, saying with continuing giggling, "Who's gonna see us?"

But the teen's ploy to get Simon out of his clothes and into the pool, or at least just the latter, was a bust. He turned and left, saying "Fine, if you want to act like a crazy person, go right ahead ... I'm going inside."

Alice watched her godfather as he fled her insanity. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know how to do it without sounding desperate or confirming his suspicions that she was indeed flirting with him, her intent being to seduce him. She swam slowly across to the other side of the pool, gathering her panties as she did. She waited a minute or so after he was gone before emerging. The water dripped from the curves of her now naked body as she found her bra and rung the water out of both pieces carefully as to not harm the delicate fabric. She wrapped the beach towel around her body, sulking in her failed attempt to get inappropriately close to Simon.

Now what? she thought as she padded barefoot across the deck toward the home. Stepping inside and closing the door, she moved casually about the lower floor looking for some indication of the home owner's presence. He was no where to be seen, meaning he was probably upstairs. Alice began to feel stupid. Not only had Simon rejected her attempts to strip him down, but he'd also left her alone in the big house. Total failure.

Alice headed out to the pool room to don a robe, picking the shortest fitting one that would fit her. She looked at herself in the reflection of the glass doors and smiled, appreciating the way it revealed her legs from mid thigh down. She wasn't about to give up, no way! She had one more ploy.

Heading up the stairs to arrive at Simon's bedroom door, Alice listened for a moment, determining that he was in fact in there. She cracked the door just enough to find him donning new clothes. Her eyes widened at the sight of him in his underwear, thinking Go now!. But she waited for him to don pants, zip up, and tighten his belt before knocking and pushing the door open slowly, asking, "Simon, can I talk to you?"

She waited a moment, during which she tugged open the lapels of the robe just enough to show some cleavage. She entered and, as she neared him, said with a feigned, sincere-sounding tone, "I'm sorry about that, Simon. I ... was acting foolish. But ... I have a reason for it." She stopped just out of reach of him, eying for just a moment his torso, which was still exposed from the belt up. She looked back up to him with eyes that were beginning to glisten with the birth of tears.

"I'm not a virgin, Simon," she said softly but bluntly. "But ... I've never ... you know ... enjoyed myself." She lowered her gaze and said with a snide tone, "Boys! They just don't know--"

She looked back up at Simon as the first silent tear ran down her cheek. The water works were easy for her, partly because what she was saying to Simon was in fact true! "Simon, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I wasn't..." Another tear from the other eye followed gravity's demands. "I wasn't throwing myself at you. I just wanted--"

A soft sob, just one and very short, snuck out of her before she looked to the floor again. She finished almost in a whisper, "I just wanted to know what it was like ... you know ... to be with a man who cares for me ... a man who I love ... a man who would teach me what it means to be a woman."

She burst into sobs, turned, and fled quickly. She turned just out the door, and ran slowly down the hall to the bedroom at the end which, while a guest room, had always unofficially been hers. She left the door open as she leaped onto the bed and sunk her face into the pillow ... reaching down and adjusting the smallish robe to ensure that the hem revealed the lower roundness of her young firm buttock and the front of the right side tail was high enough to reveal all the way up to her hip ... should Simon follow behind her.

As Simon talked, Alice rolled to her back to look up at him. She didn't have to look down to know that a substantial patch of skin between her firm breasts was on display, for she could feel the cool air of the room on her bosom. For Simon's part, he did admirably in keeping his eyes off his goddaughter's tits.

Alice didn't know how to feel about that. If he'd ogled the hell out of her boobs, she would have felt more comfort with opening the robe and asking point blank, So, it's not because you don't like how I look then? But as it was, Simon was being very gentlemanly and very godfather-ish, which, of course, was a bummer.

When he finished she gave him a wide, happy smile. It was genuine. He was the best guy in the world, or at least tied in first with Alice's own father. But, that didn't change the fact that she wanted to become his lover.

"Thank you, Silly Simon," she said, giggling at his reaction. "You're the best. And you're right, of course."

She sat up quickly to give him a hug, but her right hand was resting on the edge of the robe. It opened fully as she sat up, giving Simon a fleeting and up close look at her breasts as she wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed.

"I love you very much, Simon," she said into his chest, the warm air from her mouth entering between the buttons of his shirt, warming him. "You're a good man, and I'm so lucky to have you."

Alice held Simon tightly for a long moment, her breasts pressed into his chest, the robe now laying off behind her on one side giving her godfather a full nude image of her side from her waist to her toe. With her knee pressed up close to his hip, he couldn't see her most personal of places, but it still had to be a pretty erotic image for him, presuming he was looking down.

"Can I ask you a question, though?" she almost whispered. She knew he would say yes, and even if he said no, she was still going to ask. She repositioned herself to rise up higher before him. Her head was still lower than his own, but she could now look into his eyes. She smiled, started to speak, then buried her face into his chest, saying, "This is embarrassing."

After a touch of giggling, Alice looked up into Simon's face again and asked with a soft tentative tone, "If ... just for argument's sake, is that the right way to say it...? If I wasn't your goddaughter..."

She sat up taller moving her legs so that their faces were almost on the same plane. Her robe was now fully open, exposing a strip of Alice right down the middle. If Simon were to look, he would catch sight of one swollen, pink nipple and the V-meeting of her thighs just barely hiding her labia. She did nothing to cause the robe to reveal her in this way. But at the same time, Alice did nothing to cover herself either.

She continued in a seductive tone, "...would you find me attractive enough ... to make sweet love to?"

Alice's smile widened in delight. She stared into his eyes for a long moment, then slipped one of the hands that had been at his back in a hug around his front until it came into contact with the skin of the middle of his chest. She looked down to her fingers as they toyed with the curly hairs there, then looked back up into his eyes as she in a slow, seductive tone, "I wish we were strangers ... that you were single ... that you were 30 years--"

She hesitated, smiling, then giggling. "No. I think ... I think that if you were 30 years younger ... you wouldn't have what I want from you ... Silly Simon."

She glanced downward, for no particular reason other than not being able to look her godfather in the eyes. As she contemplated what she wanted to say, Alice couldn't help but notice the bulge that lifted a significant portion of Simon's pant leg. She just stared at the erection for several seconds before she looked back up into the man's eyes with a devilish smirk. Still with one arm around his body holding her in his lap, she lowered the hand on Simon's chest until it found his bulge. She didn't say anything and didn't squeeze or knead him. She simply looked into Simon's eyes as her hand rested upon his rock hard cock.

"Alright ... I do find you sexually attractive.

Alice's lips widened just a hair, enough to show she appreciated his compliment. She ever so slightly caused her fingers to curl in upon Simon's rapidly hardening cock.

"But just because I'm in need of release doesn't mean anything."

This time, the spread of Alice's lips was obvious. She began to ever so slowly caress her finger tips all about the now very well defined shaft in Simon's groin as she said in almost a whisper, "Then ... if I have a need to know what it means to be made love to ... by a real man ... and you have the need to ... release yourself..."

She let her words fall away there to see what his reaction would be while at the same time lifting her face just close enough to insinuate that she was open to a kiss ... should he want to do so...

Alice's lips widened fully, opening to show her perfect, white teeth. She said softly, "That only makes sense ... doesn't it?"

Without hesitation, Alice reached both hands to Simon's belt, loosing it quickly, then working loose the button of his slacks. Her gaze shifted between his face and his groin, eager to see how he reacted. Finally pulling the zipper downward and parting the fly, Alice's eyes widened at the sight of the head and an extra inch of Simon's cock sticking up beyond the waste band of his underwear. She just stared at it for a long moment before caressing a single finger upward to press on the soft flesh of its underside.

"It's huge, Simon," she whispered in awe. The finger toyed at the flesh, then moved to the crevasse between the two sides of his cock head, touching the hole from which she hoped to cause him to discharge his seed. There was a single drop of pre-cum there already, and it stuck to her finger tip. She lifted her finger to look at it, rubbing it between the finger and her thumb. Looking back into Simon's eyes, she lifted the finger to her mouth and put the tip in her mouth. She grimaced a bit, having never really appreciated the taste of cum, then giggled, lying, "Tasty."

She looked back to his groin again, pulled the underwear downward enough to allow Simon's rock hard stiff to pop up and out, then began to lean down slowly, intending to take the man's cock into her mouth.

Alice kissed the end of Simon's cock with closed lips, then again with them parted just a bit after licking to wet them. She licked at the slot in the end of it, getting another taste of him. She looked up into his eyes for a moment, smiling devilishly. Leaning more over his thighs, she went to work on licking his shaft with eagerness: the underside, each side, the head, the rim of the head, the shaft again. And each time that her head tilt allowed it, she looked up into Simon's face to gauge his reaction.

She finally sat back up, kissed him softly but erotically on the lips, then whispered, "Kick your shoes off, then stand up."

She wanted him before her so that she could begin sucking his cock in a more manageable position.

As Simon's slacks and boxers fell away, Alice's eyes bulged: her host's cock was much larger than it had appeared the way he'd previously been sitting. It jutted out from him, long and thick, pointing at Alice as if daring her. But she'd never been one to turn down a dare. She reached to Simon's shaft, taking hold of it and pulling him close enough that she could get to work on him without having to lean over much. She returned to licking him: up and down one side then the other, up the under side, all about the tip.

"I don't know if I can get much of you in ... in much, Simon," she confessed, adding as if she was already feeling the shame of defeat, "but I'll do my best."

With that, Alice moved one hand up to cup and gently fondle Simon's nut sack and the other to the base of his shaft, to help with the feel of being deep in her mouth. Then, wetting the tip of his cock again with her tongue, Alice wrapped her lips around her benefactors cock and slowly but expertly took over seven inches of his monstrousness into her mouth and throat before she gagged and had to pull back. She wetted him well as she removed her mouth fully, chuckling, "Wow. I've never."

Then, looking back at the now glistening beast, Alice took Simon's cock into her mouth again, not as far but without gagging this time. She began moving back and forth, her hand working in concert, and soon she was very steadily taking six inches of his man meat in and out of her mouth and throat without problem, getting faster and faster with every thrust.