Chapter 6: The Second Half

When we got back to the living room the two guys looked at me and smiled, apparently quite satisfied with themselves. I could only imagine how much better their fucking got the more they told the story to their friends later! Most likely I would be cumming over and over and begging them for their dicks. Oh well, it didn’t matter to me, they could have their fantasies.

Larry took a spot at the end of the other couch and I laid down the length of it with my head in his lap. He had changed into a pair of sweats somewhere along the line and as I laid there I let my hand rest on his crotch over his dick. It was just TOO tempting to leave completely alone. Apparently, he liked it because I could feel him swelling up against the soft cloth of his pants. One thing I liked about these sweats was that unlike many pair, these had a crotch opening. Someone must have been thinking ahead!

After I had been gently caressing his dick through his sweats, he seemed hard enough that a next step was appropriate so I reached inside of his pants and down until I had his dick in my hand. At first I just held it, like it was some sort of security blanket or something. We watched the game and Larry was joking and debating the plays with Gary and Bill as if nothing was happening in his crotch. Well, from the stiffness of his dick, he knew full well what was happening!

Reaching through the opening in his sweats, I tugged on his cock until it was clear and then moved my head over until his dick was touching my face. At first I just let it rest against my cheek, moving it slightly around the softness of my face with my hand. God I loved the way his smooth head felt as it caressed my sensitive skin.

Another time or place I might have just remained like this for the rest of the afternoon. There’s something comforting about having your head in a man’s lap while he caresses your body with his hands and runs his fingers through your hair. Holding his cock and feeling it against your face just lent an extra element of intimacy.

Today, however, was definitely NOT one of those days. My pussy was still pulsing and wet from the fucking the other guys had given me and looking across the room, I saw they were still keeping an eye on us even though the game seemed to draw most of their attention.

Not only was I considering putting on a better show for his friends, Larry’s patience seemed to be dwindling as well. His hand reached down and covered mine, directing his dick to my mouth. It didn’t take much to figure out what he wanted, that’s for sure! I have never met a guy who did not like having his cock sucked but Larry LOVED it even more intensely than the norm. I think I could hold his cock in my mouth all day and he wouldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes I had to wonder if he liked it more than fucking me!

This time I started out slow, just teasing the tip of his dick with my tongue as I kept my head down on his lap. My lips gently caressed the head of his dick, just touching it as softly as I could, like I was kissing someone more so than giving a BJ. Holding the head in my mouth, I moved my hand down under his crotch and held his hairy balls in my hand. Frankly, a guy’s balls didn’t do all that much for me but I knew most guys liked them to be played with - gently that is! I moved them in my hands like I was shuffling poker chips, rolling them slowly between my fingers and running my fingers through his pubic hair that surrounded them.

“Suck it Kelly,” he whispered to me, barely audible over the TV noise.

I smiled as I knew that his patience had indeed been pushed to the limit. Mmmmmmm, he wanted me to suck his cock and at this very moment, there was nothing more in the world that I wanted to do. Between the feel of the firm hardness of his head that was barely in my mouth, the feel of his balls in my hand, and the thick musky odor of his crotch that reeked of sex, I couldn’t wait to give him what he wanted - a Kelly BJ. The fact his friends were seeing him getting such a great BJ didn’t hurt the ego either!

“C’mon, suck my dick!” he whispered a little more urgently as he broke me from my reverie.

Don’t think too badly of me for saying this, but I love it when a guy begs me to suck his cock, when he is so horny and driven by lust that he will do literally anything just for me to take him in my mouth. God, the things guys have done just to get a BJ from me!

As slowly as I could, I turned my head downwards which caused his dick to move further and further into my mouth. Finally I was facing directly down to his crotch and his dick was against the back of my throat. At first I just stayed in that position, my tongue running over his shaft inside of my mouth while my lips sucked slowly on the bottom portion of his hard shaft. It was sort of like having a popsicle in your mouth, sucking on it to keep it from dripping out of your mouth. The difference was that THIS popsicle was warm and smooth, with a bushy base of curly pubic hair, and best of all, was attached to Larry’s crotch.

“Damn, that feels so fucking good,” Larry moaned, as much to himself, I think, as to me.

It was a little hard to breath in this position so I let about half his dick out of my mouth and then just laid there, sucking on his cock like a baby on a mother’s breast. I wasn’t in any hurry so I just relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his stiff dick in my mouth. Now and then I would let it out completely and lick up and down the shaft, kissing it all over and then taking it back in my mouth again.

As much as Larry loved a good BJ, there were practical limits all guys seemed to have as to how long they can go without wanting to fuck the girl. Growing up on a date, this was where it got tricky sometimes because for me, there is a hell of a difference between merely sucking a penis and allowing that same dick to penetrate my pussy.

For me, blowjobs aren’t any different than kissing a guy. Frankly, I’ve been out with more than a few guys who I preferred to bury my head between their legs than look them in the face and kiss them. If anything, kissing seemed more intimate to me than sucking a guy. Cocksucking was for fun and pleasure, kissing seemed to imply that there was something more personal between the two of you.

Fucking, though, was NOT something I allowed every guy to do to me, not by a long short. I’ve probably sucked off three times as many guys as I’ve fucked, and that is a conservative estimate. I mean, letting a guy put his dick in you and then cum inside of you IS a little personal, you know?

With Larry, it wasn’t a problem as I wanted him to fuck me probably more than he did. Even though I had been going out with him for a week now, I still felt like I was in need of it after going so long without getting any. As much as I was enjoying the slow BJ, my pussy was craving another dick. If I could have talked to it, I would’ve asked how it could possibly want more after the abuse it had taken already this afternoon, but it was like talking to a deaf and mute person where all I had to go by were the signals it was giving me. Trust me, those signals were like flares shooting into the sky - there was no doubt what my naughty pussy was craving!

I sat up on the couch and snuggled up to Larry. His dick was still poking out from his sweats and I held it gently in my hand as I reached up to whisper in his ear.