Chapter 3: Thinking About Larry

Later that night when I returned to my room, I took a long hot shower and carefully washed my pussy. A sense of satisfaction I hadn’t felt in months came over me as I cupped my crotch in my hands and dreamed of all the times Larry had fucked me in the past few hours. Damn, the guy was like a machine! Even though he was 28, he still had the stamina of a high school boy!

Lying in bed, I played with myself gently as I imagined how it was going to be with his friends the next day. Larry had warned me that they knew nothing about me and that I would be a surprise for them when I showed up. He claimed they would be turned on by everything but I had to admit to being a little bit concerned. I’d been in situations similar to this before only to find out that it’s one thing to boast about your supposed sexual exploits with your drinking buddies but it can be something entirely different when it comes to putting your cock where your mouth is, if you know what I mean.

Sunday morning means Sunday School and church so I was up early to get ready. Looking back now, I have absolutely no memory of what was preached as all I could think about during the service was what was going to happen in the afternoon. More than once I caught myself as my hand instinctively dropped to my lap and once I all but started to masturbate right there in the pews. Now THAT would have livened up the service! During the part where people offered praises and concerns, a naughty thought came to mind and I imagined standing up and offering a praise for my boyfriend’s black dick that had fucked me at least a dozen time in the past week!

For some of the people in this rural Midwestern community, I think it would’ve been more outrageous that I was dating and fucking a black guy more than anything. Prejudice here runs high and it can be seen even when it’s not heard. All you had to do was count the number of black families that attended our church to get a quick feeling for people’s attitudes. Larry was the first black guy I’d been serious with and it sort of thrilled me in a voyeuristic way to see people stare at us and whisper to one another when we would go out together in public and hold hands or hug.

It wasn’t that I had anything against dating black men, this was just the first time the opportunity had come about for me. Personally, I don’t get what the big deal was. Well yes, Larry DID have a nice cock but then it wasn’t any different from many others I’ve had (OK, there IS the skin color but who cares when it’s inside of you?) When I sucked his dick it responded no differently than any other cock and when he fucked me and came in me, I loved it just as much as any other time. Maybe he got off screwing a little white chick but he never made any such mention of that to me.