Subject: Potential Boyfriend?
Story Codes: MF oral
Diary Date: October 28, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Everyone is always asking me if I have a boyfriend. Well, I have always
had LOTS of boyfriends, but when it comes to boyfriends, that's a
different story. Finding one while at school is especially difficult
under the circumstances, so when an opportunity arose, I went for it (or
should I say, him).
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Meeting Larry
Chapter 2 – Fooling Around at Dinner
Chapter 3 – Movie Snacks – Popcorn and a Dick
Chapter 1 – Meeting Larry
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When deciding to go to a religious university for my teaching degree, I
knew there would be compromises. On the positive side, I love the
beautiful campus, the personal relationships with the faculty, the
outstanding academic curriculum, and the Christian atmosphere. On the
other hand, the rules are extremely strict, especially regarding personal
conduct including sexual promiscuity. Overall, I still think I made the
right decision although there have been times when I have gotten so horny
I thought I might explode!
Most of my life on campus revolves around school and church activities.
Classes and homework takes up most of my time as I try to maintain a good
GPA. I'm also heavily involved in the women's bible study ministry on
campus as well. In addition, I have an active role in the youth ministry
at the church next door to the campus which takes whatever spare time I
might have available.
As busy as I am, I still like to get out now and then although the night
life in a small mid-Ohio town is not exactly like it was back in
Pittsburgh. Technically, the school's rules apply to us 24/7 so you
still have to be careful what you do off-campus as there are plenty of
little snitches who would turn you in if they saw you drinking or fooling
around. The drinking part doesn't bother me unless they ban Diet Coke
but sex is another story entirely. Now that I have a car in campus it
makes life a lot easier as I can drive to the malls and movie theaters
whenever I want instead of having to bum rides all the time.
Given 99% of my life is spent there, most of the guys I meet are from
either school or church. Guys are guys, even at my school, so I know
they're interested in me but we all have to play the game where we
pretend we're all innocent naïve virgins, uninterested in the "ways of
the world". Yeah right! I don't doubt for a second that the vast
majority of them go back to their rooms at night and masturbate just like
I do! Still, it makes it difficult to flirt with any intent of going
further.
One day I was shopping for some snacks and such at the local Kroger
grocery store. Believe it or not, shopping at a grocery store can be a
lot of fun - under the right circumstances. Back home I like to go with
my mom or cousin. We dress up in short shorts or tight short skirts and
tease the poor husbands stuck trailing their wives, wandering slowly
through the aisles like sheep being led to slaughter. I don't feel back
teasing them to death. Hopefully it even helps them get through the day
better.
Today I was wearing just my jeans and a school sweatshirt. The jeans
were as tight as I could wear them which caused them to show off my ass
nicely. The sweatshirt, with our school initials and mascot, countered
the naughty jeans by practically announcing, "she doesn't put out".
Admittedly, it sent a confusing message to the guys but in truth. In
this case it didn't really matter since for once I was only interested in
shopping and really had no intention of goofing around.
My original shopping list had only a few items so I was carrying one of
those little baskets instead of pushing a cart. When I came upon the
aisle with the drinks, though, I saw there was a great sale on my
favorite drink – Diet Coke. I started to lift one of the big packs and
tuck it under my arm when I slipped and the box crashed to the floor,
breaking open and spreading cans all over the place. God, I was SO
embarrassed! It seemed like EVERYONE in the store was staring at me.
"Need some help?"
I looked around to see who was talking to me and my eyes met those of
your stereotypical tall, dark, handsome stranger! It was practically a
scene ripped from some cheap movie. He looked to be in his late twenties
(I found out later he was 28) and to my surprise, he was black. The only
reason I say "surprised" is because in this town, diversity was still a
foreign concept. Even at my school, we had far more foreign students
than black students.
"Thanks, I've got it."
I tried to gather up the cans but when I lifted the broken case it
completely fell apart this time, allowing all of them to fall to the hard
tile floor again in a crash. This time, there was no doubt in my mind
that everyone in the store must have heard it! My face felt flushed and
I would have crawled into a hole if there had been one available.
"Don't worry, it's OK. Here, let me help you this time."
It was the same guy but this time he had a pleasant smile on his face.
It wasn't like he was laughing at me but rather more amused. I was too
embarrassed to turn him away this time and he quickly scooped the cans up
and dropped them into his shopping cart.
"Thank you so much," I said, slightly out of breath from the whole
affair.
"Here, let me carry one of these out for you."
I nodded in acceptance. Sometimes even I can overcome my stubbornness.
Besides he was pretty good looking and well dressed. To be perfectly
honest, the fact that he was black also gave him a bit of intrigue.
Personally, I don't perceive myself as being racist or such, it's just
that during my life I've had limited opportunities to interact with black
men. At the same time, I wasn't sure if I ready to become another white
girl – black guy couple (why is it that's never the other way around?)
for people to stare out and talk behind your back.
We made our way to the self-checkout area where I paid for my stuff which
Larry (he had told me his name on our way to the front of the store) then
offered to carry out to my car. It was easier to accept than protest so
I just led the way to my Avalon which was parked near the exit door.
Larry placed the groceries in the trunk and I turned to thank him.
"Thanks for the help Larry, it's not often a guy offers to help a girl
these days."
"Well, it's not often a guy gets such a golden opportunity to help a girl
as pretty as you."
Note to guys: compliments and ego-building comments are ALWAYS
appreciated. I couldn't help but blush a little and look down to the
ground. Then I opened the driver's door and turned to get in my car,
figuring that was the end of it.
"Hey, can I take you out to lunch?" Larry offered. "That is, if you
haven't eaten already."
I hesitated for a minute and tried to quickly weigh the pros and cons of
his offer. He DID seem like a nice guy and he was just offering lunch,
not a date, so why not? Then again, I really had no idea who he was. In
the end, the free lunch was the overriding factor so I agreed and we
decided to meet at a local Chinese restaurant. It was a regular sit-down
style with good food, not one of those all-you-can eat pig-out joints
with the bland crap.
It was only a short drive to the restaurant and on the way over, I looked
around me to see if I could identify him in his car but without success.
I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting myself into. Would this
just be a nice lunch without anything afterwards or would he expect some
form of "payment" from me afterwards like so many guys seem to expect.
Not that I would necessarily mind it, judging from the way he was built!
Even though it makes me feel guilty to admit it, I DID wonder a bit to
myself if there was any truth to the legends of black guy cock size!
When I got to the parking lot there was no sign of Larry so I wondered if
I had been stood-up. It didn't seem likely as he just didn't have that
type of air about him. Stepping into the restaurant, I saw that he was
already there and I shook my head in disbelief. How in the world had he
gotten here so fast? Larry greeted me as I entered and the host took us
to a booth.
"Hey, you made it! I was afraid you might chicken out."
I gave him a questioning look as we were seated on opposite sides of the
booth.
"C'mon, you can admit it, you weren't sure about having lunch with a
black guy."
Once again I felt my face flush with a hint of embarrassment and he knew
from my reaction that his remark was on the money.
"Hey, don't sweat it, it's only natural given the little WASP island you
go to school at."
Even though he was right, it seemed a little presumptuous on his part. I
let it go, though, and for the rest of the next hour or so we had an
excellent lunch and a pleasant conversation. At one point I couldn't
help but grin a little and I could see the question in his eyes.
"OK, so what's so funny?"
"Well, I guess I didn't expect you to... well, talk this way."
Larry laughed softly, as if I had just asked him if the color of his skin
was permanent or some other silly racial question.
"Well, not every black guy sounds like he's from the hood, you know
babe," he tease me.
"I know," I said, trying to dig myself out of the hole I had made for
myself, "It's just that if I closed my eyes, you know, you would sound…"
"Just like a real guy?" he finished my sentence. "Well, allow me to let
you in on a little secret. Black guys ARE real guys."
I felt like a racial bigot. The more I talked the deeper a hole I seemed
to be digging for myself.
"Oh, and while we're on a roll, yes, it IS bigger," he teased me.
I couldn't help but cringe a little at that. Was I really appearing THAT
naïve to him? Thank God he didn't know everything I was thinking. For
instance, since when was a black guy named "Larry"? It just didn't have
the right "ring" to it and once again, I kicked myself as I realized that
once again my inherited racial biases were showing up.
We finished lunch without any more embarrassing moments and overall, I
had to say I had a pleasant time with Larry. When the bill came, he paid
it without making a big deal of it which I was thankful for given my
wallet was a bit bare at the moment. As we exited the restaurant, I
thanked him for lunch and turned to head back to my car, figuring that
would be the end of it.
"Hey Kelly," Larry called after me, running up to catch me before I got
to my car. "Can I see you again?"
It's amazing how many thoughts can go through your mind in a split
second. Not once during lunch had I seriously considered doing anything
more with him. Oh sure, I had imagined what it might be like to be
fucked by a good-looking black stud but that was just idle imagination at
work, nothing different than any other time when I daydream. When he had
made the comment about being bigger, I DID wonder for a moment how big
his cock really was and what it would be like to suck it. There's a long
step, though, from just playful imagination to actual doing something
with someone.
"What did you have in mind," I responded, stalling for a moment to think
some more.
"Hmmm, I was thinking dinner and a movie to start."
"To start?"
"Oh no, don't worry," he protested, "I meant to start our first date, not
to start the night out. I know you're not that kind of girl."
It was all I could do to keep from crying out in pain when I bit my
tongue hard not to laugh. Little did he know, but I WAS "that kind" of
girl! The only question was, was he "that kind" of guy?
"Well... how about Saturday night?" I offered.
He agreed and we made plans for him to pick me up in front of my
apartment. He knew where the campus was and it was easy to find your way
to our building so everything was set and we parted way without so much
as a kiss.
Chapter 2 – Fooling Around at Dinner
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Saturday came quickly and as the afternoon passed I got ready for my
date. My roomie, Jen, was curious of course and pumped me for
information. I told her all about the grocery store incident and lunch
but left out one crucial detail, which I am sure you can guess.
"And he's HOW old?" Jen questioned me.
"Twenty-eight, but he doesn't look that old."
"Where does he live?"
"He never told me."
"Did you get his phone number?"
"No, and he didn't get mine either."
"So let's see, you don't know his last name, where he lives, or his phone
number. Geeze Kelly, what DO you know about him?"
She had me there. The truth was, I didn't know much at all about this
guy. After our lunch, I realized that most of our conversation had been
about me with him doing very little of the information giving. God, what
if he was some unemployed nut-case?
In any case, I decided to stick with it. When the time came, the outfit
I chose was fairly conservative – jeans, a plaid cotton blouse and a bra.
Yeah, don't be so surprised, I chose to wear a bra. It wasn't so much
for modesty as it was to determine his intentions. Going braless with
this blouse, as tight and thin as it was, would have been pretty blatant
and given him a clear signal as to my "availability". The outfit as a
whole was not TOO conservative but just enough not to elicit any
commentary from my roomies. It wouldn't do to have them see me in one of
my sluttier outfits!
I was still working on my hair with my curling iron, trying to coax some
body into the straight and limp strands of hair, when the doorbell rang.
If it was him, then he was about five minutes early. Jen went out to
check and she came running back in and shut the door.
"Kelly, your date's here," she announced. Then she put her hands on her
hips and gave me a solemn stare. "So just when were you going to tell
me?"
"Tell you?" I repeated back in my most innocent tone.
"Don't give that Kelly," she reproached me, "You know darn well what I
mean."
"Ohhhhhhhhh, you mean that he's black?" I asked, as if it was the first
time I had thought about the matter of skin color.
"Well DUH!" Jen exclaimed.
"Hey, it's not like we're getting married or anything," I protested
mildly. I turned off the curling iron and grabbed my jacket and purse.
"You're not prejudiced, are you Jen?" I teased. It was unfair, just as
that line of response always was because it put the responder in an
awkward position, sort of like asking a guy if he had stopped beating his
wife.
Jen just glared at me as I blew her a kiss and went to meet Larry outside
the front door. He was the perfect gentleman, holding the car door open
for me and then closing it behind me.
It was almost an hour to the movie theater and I had no idea where we
would be eating along the way and he didn't offer me any information.
Along the way we chatted and I learned a little more about him. He
worked in the manufacturing section of a large company in town and
specialized in testing the final products. He wasn't a native of the
area, having just moved in from Houston about three months ago. In that
time, he hadn't met many girls and had just a few friends, mostly work-
related. We seemed to share many things in common when it came to our
religious and political beliefs (yes, we DID talk religion and politics).
He attended a church in a nearby town that was mostly black.
One thing I liked about Larry, so far as a date went, was that he was in
charge and didn't put the burden on me to direct the events of the
evening. Although he eventually told me of his plans, it was more for my
information than my input or approval. I am sure that had I disagreed
with his choices he would have listened to me but since I didn't we spent
the evening as HE had planned it.
To my surprise, we went to a Japanese steak house where we joined in with
six strangers to watch our meal cooked in front of us. It definitely was
NOT some small, intimate meal where he might make a pass at me. We sat
at the end of the table without backs to the wall which prevented anyone
from seeing what went on under the table yet the meal was half over and
he had not even "accidentally" bumped me. Wow, I couldn't even remember
the last time I’d been on a date and a guy had kept his hands off of me
for this long! In a way, I was starting to wonder if this was just going
to be a platonic event. It wouldn't have been bad if that turned out to
be the case.
Larry was funny and managed to keep up a never-ending conversation
without seeming overbearing. He had everyone at the table laughing with
his jokes. I DID notice a few glances now and then from a couple of the
people seated with us. They were all white and I wondered what they
thought of a mixed couple dating? In its own way, it sort of thrilled me
that they should thinking that way, as if I was being a little naughty in
the process.
The chef was about finished when Larry finally made his first move. We
were working on the shrimp when I felt something on my thigh and a bit of
a pleasant chill struck me when I realized that it was Larry's hand
touching me. It was more of an exploratory gesture, a trial to see what
my reaction would be. Not wanting him to get the wrong impression, I
just smiled at him and put my hand on top of his, pulling it a little
higher up on my leg to signal my interest. Nobody could see anything so
after a few seconds, I pulled it in tighter so his hand was pressed
against the inner side of my upper thigh.
"Hmmmmmm, I was starting to think you were really the prim and proper
little catholic school girl," he whispered to me.
I just grinned at him and pulled on his hand once again, this time
bringing the side of his hand up against my crotch. I tightened my legs
together, pinching his hand between my legs. He responded by squeezing
my thigh and pushing his hand up against my crotch. Instantly I felt
myself respond and a tingle ran thought me like a blast of cold air.
'Trust me Larry, there is NOTHING prim, or proper, about me."
Given how our time so far had gone, this was sudden course change and I
wondered for a moment if I hadn't gone TOO far. Then I looked down at
Larry's lap and my heart skipped a beat at the size of the bulge his
pants were trying to contain. Maybe this evening was going to be more
interesting than I had originally expected!
Larry chuckled softly and then pulled his hand out from between my legs
so he could continue eating. Eventually we finished and he paid the
bill. I grinned as he held his coat in front of him as we walked out.
"What's the matter Larry, spill something on you?" I teased him, nodding
at the coat he was holding at his waist.
"Like you don't know," he said, shaking his head at me in mock
exasperation.
Chapter 3 – Movie Snacks – Popcorn and a Dick
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We got in the car and I looked over at him once we were seated. Yep, he
had one promising bulge going on between his legs!
"Hmmmmmm, looks like someone has something on his mind he hasn't told me
about yet," I scolded him softly.
Larry actually looked a little embarrassed. Poor guys, when they get
horny there is nothing they can do to hide it. As for me, my pussy was
dying for his dick yet there was no way he could look at me and know.
Such differences are what give girls an incredible advantage in little
games like this.
As Larry drove to the theater, I debated whether I should do anything
more or wait and see what developed. Ordinarily I would have reached
over the center console and started playing with his cock through his
pants, eventually leading to a blow job while he was driving. It was a
rare date, a VERY rare date I should say, where I didn't at least suck
the guy's dick and I didn't see why this should be an exception. At the
same time, I was interested to see what Larry's plans were for the
evening. Sometimes it's nice to let the guy think he's in control and
see where it leads – so long as it ends up where I want it to go.
We talked about dinner and neither of us mentioned another word on what I
was sure both of us wanted to talk about. It was only about ten minutes
to the theater which didn't leave a lot of time for much of anything.
Once there, Larry bought tickets for a movie that had been out for a
while and my first thought was to wonder if we would be the only ones in
the theater!
After he bought some snacks and a drink, we made our way to the theater
where we weren't the only ones but pretty close to it! All of the
theaters here were of the newer "stadium" style seating and we found some
seats near the top center which put us several rows above the other
couples. There were no kids and by the time the film started, a total of
maybe twenty people were there, with none close to us.
Sitting next to Larry, it reminded me of some of my first dates back when
I was in high school. I could remember vividly sitting next to a boy,
wondering what he was going to do, of anything, and if he did, how I
would respond. My first blowjob was given in a theater much like this
one and I had even let a couple of guys fuck me during a movie. Looking
back, I can't recall a single date with a movie where I watched the
entire thing! Feeling Larry's shoulders against mine, I wondered if that
streak would end tonight or continue on. Fortunately, it didn't take
long to find out!
Once the eternal previews had finished and the movie started, Larry put
his arm around me and held my shoulder with his hand. He didn't say
anything and looked straight ahead so I leaned into him more as a sign of
my acceptance. Unlike some of the theaters back home, this one didn't
let you raise the arms up between the seats (a really cool feature which
was what allowed guys to fuck me back in high school) so we were stuck
with this thing separating us. Well, we weren't in high school anymore
so there wasn't any need to play the same games of tease and provoke like
I did when I was a young teen.
I twisted in the seat so I could reach over the arm rest and put my hand
in his lap. My palm pressed down on his crotch and I was pleased to feel
the firmness under his pants. With one hand, I tried to undo his pants
but it was difficult so he used his free hand to help me and before long,
his belt was unbuckled and his pants were undone with the zipper pulled
down. I slipped my hand under the elastic of his boxer shorts and
immediately my fingertips came in contact with the head of his dick. I
pushed my hand in further until I could wrap my fingers around his hard
smooth shaft and I took a deep breath as I held his warm cock in my hand,
feeling it swelling and pulsing with his heartbeat.
"Mmmmmmm, nice cock," I whispered to him as softly as I could.
Larry's eyes were glancing around to see if anyone was looking our way
but the movie had just started so everyone was engrossed with the opening
scenes. With his free hand he pulled the elastic band down, allowing his
dick to pop free out into the open. In the dark it was difficult to see
but there was enough light from the projector to let me get a good idea
of his dick. Two things struck me immediately. First, he WAS on the
bigger side of the scale although not abnormally large. I would say
maybe one to two inches bigger than my dad's cock (which I consider to be
average) and about half again as thick.
The really interesting thing for me, though, was that he was
uncircumcised. Although I had seen uncircumcised cocks in my dad's porn
videos and at parties, I had never really had a good chance to explore
one, let alone suck one for any length of time. I know that at a couple
of parties I have been fucked by, and even briefly sucked, an
uncircumcised cock but never on a one-to-one basis. As erect as he was
at the moment, most of the foreskin was pulled back to reveal his head
but I found that I could stroke him and pull the foreskin up until his
head was covered again which was really weird.
Again, I had this feeling of being a young teen, touching her boyfriend's
cock for the first time, nor completely sure of what to do with it.
Well, these days I certainly knew what to do with it but the thrill of
the unknown was still there. I could even smell his crotch now, the
thick musky scent of his sex growing stronger as I stroked him slowly.
For a while, all I did was stroke him slowly, periodically running my
fingers up and down the shaft or reaching between his legs to play with
his hairy balls a bit. It had been a while since I had a dick in my
hands and for the time being, I just savored the feeling of having a
thick long dick in my hands. Larry certainly didn't seem to mind!
The more I stroked Larry's dick, the more I wanted it in my mouth. The
damn armrest made it all but impossible to lean over and suck him without
notifying the entire theater of what I was doing. Since I was wearing
jeans, kneeling on the floor wasn't THAT bad of an option, even if the
concrete floors in these places weren't exactly clean as my mother's
kitchen floor.
Funny how things change as you get older. Five or six years ago I
wouldn't have given a second thought to dropping to the floor to suck a
guy's cock, no matter how disgusting or filthy it was. What had happened
to that wild girl? Had I really gotten that conservative and depressing
as I grew up?
Well then, the hell with it. I wasn't going to let myself become what so
many girls allowed as they got older. I wanted to continue to have fun
and be free in body and spirit. With a sense of moral determination, I
slid off the chair to my knees on the floor as quietly as I could. I
looked up and saw Larry watching me with a look of curiosity on his face
as if he couldn't believe what I was doing.
With a grin, I used both hands to pull his pants down just enough to free
his cock without him having to hold his boxers down for me. Larry was
looking all over now, trying to be sure nobody was watching. I didn't
really care at this point as my mind was focused entirely on the
delicious sight not a foot in front of me – a hard, hairy dick.
Licking my lips a few times, I leaned up and forward and pulled his dick
toward my face with my hand until I could put the tip of his head between
my lips. At first it felt a little odd against my tongue. With as any
dicks as I've sucked in my life, I probably know my way around one as
much as most guys – more so if you look at it from how one feels in your
mouth! The feeling of his foreskin against the tip of my tongue took
some getting use to but when he was really hard it was just like any
other dick.
Larry pulled my hair back and held it behind my head so he could watch me
suck his cock in the dim light. I looked up at him as best I could while
I bobbed on his cock. One of the things I learned early in my "career",
if there was one thing guys liked better than watching themselves getting
a BJ, it was seeing a girl's eyes looking up at them as they did. While
I am not quite sure WHY this is, I DO know it turns them on something
fierce so I try my best to look up at hem whenever I can.
Sucking his cock was doing more than just getting Larry hard – my pussy
felt like it was on fire. Kneeling like this pulled my jeans up tight
into my crotch, pressing against my clit and nurturing the feelings it
was creating inside of me. God I would have loved to forget about
everyone else and just crawl up on his lap and sit down on this wonderful
dick! It wasn't the fact that they would see me that stopped me; if
anything that would have just made it all the better. Common sense told
me that we would be kicked out at best, or maybe ever arrested at worst.
If his cock couldn't fuck me, the least I could do was play with myself.
I tried running my fingers over the stretched denim between my legs but
it wasn't doing the trick. Holding his cock in my mouth, I took my hands
off of him and reached down to undo my jeans. They were so tight I
hadn't bothered with a belt so all I had to do was unbutton them and
slide down the zipper. Sounds simple but it would have to be during one
of the quiet portions of the movie and the zipper seemed unnaturally loud
when I pulled it down.
In the theater, nobody could probably hear it but to me, it sounded like
it was playing over the speaker systems! I pushed down hard to drop them
off my hips and down to my knees so I could still kneel on the denim
rather than the floor. Now that I was "available", my right hand slipped
between my legs while my left returned to help me blow Larry's dick.
God, was I wet! I had a nasty suspicion I was going to be the one
holding a jacket in front of me when we left. The crotch of my jeans
must look like I wet my pants! My clit was already hard and swollen and
when my finger touched it I almost bit Larry's dick I jumped so hard. As
I ran my finger over my pussy slit and my tongue up and down his shaft, I
imagined how it would feel had it been his cock in place of my finger, my
wet pussy lips caressing him as he slid his shaft back and forth between
my legs.
I pulled my head back until I just had the tip of his cock in my hand
while I placed my fingertip at the entrance to my pussy. Slowly, as
slowly as I could bear to go, I took his dick in further into my mouth
while at the same time pushing my finger into my pussy. My finger helped
me to imagine how it would feet to have his dick push into me while at
the same time my mouth simulated a pussy for his cock. The further I
took him in with my mouth, the more I pushed my finger inside of my
pussy.
As I took him in deeper, I felt his cock head pressing against the back
of my throat as my finger was in me as far as I could reach with it. I
took as deep of a breath as I could and relaxed my throat as I descended
even further onto his dick. No matter how many times I do this, the
immediate reaction is to gag. Fortunately, with practice I have learned
to overcome that initial reflex and relax enough to take a guy's cock
further down into my throat. Larry's dick was pretty fat though, and I
felt like I was being choked as I pushed my head down further. I was
tempted to pull back up when his hand was on top of my head and he pushed
me down even further onto his dick.
"That's it, take it all in," I barely heard him whisper. With his help I
bottomed out and my face was pressed into his coarse pubic hair, my nose
filled with the odor of his crotch.
"Fuck, that feels so damn good," he said with a hint of a groan in his
voice.
Basically, having a dick down your throat is like plugging your breathing
and as much as my finger was getting me hot between my legs, I wasn't
able to hold my breath for long so I pushed my head up against the
pressure of his hand. Thankfully he relented and allowed me to pull up
so I could breath. I have guys get so carried away when I deep throat
them that they forget I can't breathe and they hold me down on them,
sometimes with both hands. Once I had to actually bite down on his cock
to get him to realize the problem I was having!
I repeated the maneuver a few more times until I was too out of breath to
do it again. During that time I still had my hand on my pussy but it was
more the absent-minded type of touching, like when I watch TV or
something and forget what I'm doing. Deep-throating a guy’s takes all
your concentration!
As I sucked and licked his cock again, I went back to work on myself,
fucking myself with my finger and then playing with my clit, rubbing it
with my fingers held together. God it felt so good to touch myself! As
a little girl my mother would tease me that I was going to "wear it out"
if I kept touching myself so much but thankfully, her dire warning never
came true. If anything, the more I played with it, the more it wanted!
Although I would never consider myself a slave to my clit the way guys
are to their dicks, I would have to admit that it DOES exert a lot of
influence over me.
The only question at this moment was who would cum first – Larry or me.
Personally, I was trying to be first as I knew once he had cum things
would change. He was no teenager anymore and I doubted that he still had
that teenage Energizer Bunny ability to keep going and going and going!
Some young guys amazed me with how they could cum and then go right back
to fucking me again. Then you have the older guys, like my dad, who may
need HOURS before they are ready to have a go at it again. I doubted
Larry was at that stage yet but odds were, when he came it would be game
over for him for at least a while.
Fortunately, I had control over both his cock AND my pussy so it wasn't a
fair contest. When I would feel him begin to stiffen and his hips begin
to lift upwards, I would back off his cock just enough to keep him on the
edge without going over. A few times some pre-cum would leak out but I
knew how to keep a guy going without ruining things. Meanwhile, I was
masturbating myself for all I was worth!
There are times when just feeling my pussy respond and making the guy cum
is enough for me, although usually before the night is over I will end up
masturbating to make up for it. Tonight was NOT one of those nights. I
wanted to feel my orgasm welling up inside of me like a pot boiling to
the point where it overflowed. Nothing in the world felt quite like an
orgasm and nothing in the world could give me the same sheer physical
pleasure I got when I came. Finally, it happened.
As my pussy began to tighten down on my finger and the feelings of
pleasure began to surge through me, covering every inch of me inside and
out, I moaned as I held his cock between my lips. The humming sound
against his cock must have felt good because he was moaning softly as
well, just loud enough for me to hear. The wetness spilled out onto my
hand as my cum was released, covering the palm of my hand with its
wetness. The urge to just drop my head in his lap and let out the
loudest moan possible almost came through and I barely stifled it in the
nick of time.
Maybe it was the feeling of me moaning with his dick in my mouth because
it wasn't like I was actively blowing him when Larry came in my mouth. I
was still dealing with the sensations from my pussy when suddenly my
mouth was covered with cum as he pulled his shaft from my mouth and
directed his streams of cum over me like a fireman. I could feel his cum
strike my cheeks and forehead yet somehow he managed to keep it out of my
eyes. The last few drops he left on my outstretched tongue and I tasted
his thick warm cum. Mmmmmmm, I loved it! Lord only knew how I looked,
though, as I had no idea how much cum he had shot all over my face.
With my own orgasm finally dwindling, I tried to pull up my jeans but it
was impossible in my kneeling position. The only option was to sit back
in my chair and pull them up with my legs outstretched in front of me,
just as I did on my bed back at my apartment. I looked over and saw
Larry had easily pulled his underwear and jeans back up and he turned to
watch me struggle with my jeans, It didn't help they were at least a
size smaller than they should have been!
As I finally got them back in place, I realized he hadn't even touched
me. Well, that wasn't so unusual actually for me. Most of my dates
included a BJ but I didn't always let the guy touch me. Don't ask me
why, but somehow blowing a guy doesn't seem nearly as intimate to me as
letting him touch me.
Even in the dark theater I could see my crotch was dark with my pussy
juices. Yep, it was going to be jacket in front of me time on the way
out! Of concern at the moment was what kind of mess my face as in.
"Here, you can use this," Larry whispered as he handed me his
handkerchief. Now THAT was sweet of him!
I wiped what I could off of me until I was reasonable sure that I had
gotten all of it. I didn't see any on my shirt, thank goodness! I
licked my lips as the aftertaste of his cum filled my mouth and covered
my tongue.
We still had about half the movie to go and the rest of the time we
actually watched the show. It wasn't all that good and I was happy I had
spent the first half doing something MUCH more enjoyable. When it was
over and the lights came on, we got up with the rest of the people. As
we walked out, I noticed a few people looking at us and when they were
ahead of us, one couple was whispering between each other and then the
guy looked back at me. The girl jerked his arm to pull him back and
looked pissed off at him. Whether she was mad because he was looking at
me or maybe it had something to do with me being with a black guy, I
wasn't sure. Either way I thought it was pretty cool though!
We both headed to our respective restrooms and when I looked in the
mirror, I had to hold back a gasp and I realized why people had been
staring at me. While I had done a pretty good job on my face, there were
a couple of nice loads of cum stuck in my hair over my forehead. My
cheeks puffed as I let out my breath in frustration. It wasn't like this
was the first time such a thing had happened and you would think that by
now I would learn to check myself out BEFORE the movie ended when the
restrooms were empty. Since nobody knew me it didn't bother me. If
anything, I would love to have heard what they said about me when they
were out in their cars afterwards!
My purse had a comb in it so I pulled it out and was just starting to
work it through my hair when someone came out from the one of the stalls.
I had no idea anyone was in there with me so it caught me by surprise
with my hands over my head pulling the comb through my hair. It was an
older woman, maybe in her forties, and she started to say hello or
something to me as she washed her hands when she realized what I was
doing. Ah yes, a Kodak moment! At first I don't think she quite
understood what it was that I was trying to get out and then a look of
recognition came over her face as I looked at her with a "something
wrong" type of expression.
"Well I never!" she gasped as she hurriedly dried her hands. She headed
out but before she got to the door she turned and huffed dramatically,
"You girls today…you're all so disgusting. You should be ashamed of
yourself, you nasty little whore."
With that she glared at me and left. I figured the hell with it and
fluffed my hair up enough to cover most of the mess and headed out where
Larry was waiting for me in the hallway.
"What happened in there?" he asked, "Someone came out and you should have
seen the expression on her face!"
I just took Larry by the arm and headed out of the theater. When we got
to the car I explained to him what had happened and used the vanity
mirror to work on my hair again.
"Sorry, didn't mean to cause you so much trouble."
"Well…you COULD have just cum in my mouth," I said, trying to sound
exasperated. Larry just laughed, seeing right through me.
"OK, so next time a girl blows me in the movie theater, I'll be sure to
aim for her mouth."
We both laughed at that and he drove off. When he dropped me off, I
debated for a moment whether or not I just be a little more forward and
suggest going to his place but it WAS just our first date so I guess a
LITTLE bit of proprietary was in order. I mean, we hadn't even kissed
yet so I guess fucking could be perceived as being a bit ahead of things.
After all, I didn't want him to think I was THAT kind of girl!
THE END