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In 1972 I was a white teenager, in Georgia, dating a black man. Well, he was 18, too, but a man. In retrospect, I may have been crazy on several levels. You can be the judge.
One day we had been out just riding around in his Plymouth Duster. We decided to stop in a city park and hang out for a bit. We kept a blanket in the trunk for just such occasions. I can still, all these decades later, picture us pulled off by the side of the dirt road, the car between the road and our blanket, spread out on the grass.
I no longer recollect how long we might have been there or what we had initially been doing. I likely started rubbing his cock through his pants. They were always tight, leaving little to the imagination. And, he was big. That’s not a “story” for Literotica. He really was big, and thick. The first time we had fucked he had been so sweet, asking if I was truly ready. I was a virgin; well, to intercourse anyway. I’d been sucking cocks for a couple of years. It hurt like hell, but after that I couldn’t get enough of him. They joke, “Once you go black, you never go back.” Well, for me that was pretty much true; well, with the occasional exception. As I write this I have a black plug in my ass. Coincidence?
I ended up straddling him with us both fully clothed, fully zipped, bending down to kiss. At some point, though, one of us undid his zipper, releasing his stiff cock from the confines of his pants. I probably gave it a quick lick as I couldn’t get enough of him in my mouth, but that would have been too obvious to passersby, or so I thought in that moment. I still wore skirts then. Escort bayan Baggy gym shorts for girls and women weren’t yet “a thing” so it’s unlikely that I had anything else on that would have allowed access. Neither do I recall if I removed my underwear or just pulled the crotch aside. But, I do remember clear as day that I lifted up and placed the head of his cock at my cunt lips, slowly maneuvering so that he entered my dripping cunt. I remember so clearly letting myself settle down, his big cock filling me.
Perhaps it’s this memory that, while it’s been years since I’ve done anything similar, makes me yearn for such a public encounter.
I remember moving slowly up and down, to and fro, working his cock in my cunt. People drove by and I would pause. I think the thrill of getting caught was, no doubt, part of the stimulation. Well, besides the cock that I loved so much filling me up.
I have pictures taken in the same park, perhaps from the same day. I don’t know. But, on this day, as was typical, had his shirt off. His skin was dark and smooth, hairless in fact. As a defensive player on the football team he was, as we say, “built.” I ran my hands over his pecs, tweaking his nipples. As I write this, muscle memory is kicking in and I feel his cock inside me. I also feel myself getting hard.
Back then we didn’t use condoms. I was on the pill and nobody in the high school crowd worried about STDs. His pre-cum would have helped lubricate me, though I was likely plenty wet already. As I move back and forth, I reached behind and feel his balls, tight. Bayan escort There was no going back. I want to cum. I want him to cum. Fortunately me knees were good then. I was going to ride him like nobody’s business. I kept going, my clit making perfect contact, as was often the case when I was on top of him, leaning forward.
I came first. But, I kept riding him. We were both subtle, but fucking wildly. He came, his hot, sticky, semen shooting up inside me, coating the walls of my cunt. I always like keeping him inside me until he completely shrank and withdrew. Our mixed juices oozing out. I rolled off, sated.
As we lay there I pulled the edge of the blanket over his crotch so that he didn’t yet have to put his cock away. We talked. I reached over to play with his cock and noticed someone in the tree line. It was another young man. He was wearing shorts and while his cock wasn’t out he was clearly stroking it through the shorts. I made a point of letting know I had seen him, but I didn’t stop rubbing my boyfriend’s cock. This must have conveyed to the stranger that all was okay. Gd, I’m so wet and hard just remembering that day. I whispered to my boyfriend not to react but that someone was watching and rubbing their own cock. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I could taste the mix of his cum and my cunt juice. He was soon fully hard. While he was still in my mouth, I looked up and watched the stranger. He had tugged his shorts down, his cock now on display. In that moment I wanted him to join us. But, how? I again straddled my boyfriend’s cock, but Escort I asked him what he thought about the other guy joining us. He was unsure, but he didn’t say no.
While I was riding him, I waved at the stranger to come over our way. He pulled up his shorts and came over to us. Despite the fact that someone driving by would easily have seen, I couldn’t take it any more. I grabbed his hand and told him to stand astride my boyfriend’s chest. I pulled his shorts down to his hips and his cock sprang free. He wasn’t as big as my boyfriend, but as we used to say, “More than a mouthful is wasted. I took him in my mouth and started to suck him as I continued to ride my boyfriend’s hard-as-steel cock.
That pretty much put us all over the edge. It was hard to concentrate on both riding and sucking, while also focusing on my own orgasm. But, I was in heaven. My boyfriend – thrilled, I think, at seeing me suck someone else’s cock – came first. I didn’t cum as hard as before, but soon a slow roll of an orgasm moved through my cunt. And, then, sucking harder and faster, our stranger shot his load. I swallowed. I continued sucking until he was completely soft. I nudged him aside and leaned down to kiss my boyfriend, sharing the stranger’s cum with him. He didn’t refuse. When I leaned back up, our stranger was gone.
We soon left and went to get something to eat. But we were so stimulated, that we fucked twice more in the car when the sun went down.
I only recall us doing that once, the public sex that is. I still search for similar opportunities. But, things seem different now. People, particularly law enforcement, would be much less likely to ignore what had to clear be “read” as kids fucking. I can guarantee you though, that tonight when I crawl into bed and read between my legs, it’s his hard, thick, black cock that I’ll be imagining is filling my cunt.
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