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The who got me to suck cock;
nobody would have suspected Patricia of being that kind of girl.
She didn't dress provocatively, or wear makeup at work. Patricia
was a bit thin, wore glasses, and had shoulder length brown hair.
She had a rather bony pointed nose, a cute pointed chin, and a
small mouth.
She was a secretary at City Hall, where I was working at that
time. It was a medium-sized town, but with few employees. We all
knew each other, at least those of us who worked downtown.
I was sitting in the cafeteria, about to tuck into my lunch, when
Patricia caught my eye; she smiled at me, and came over to my
table.
"Hey, Darrell. Can I join you?"
As usual, Patricia was plainly dressed. A dark skirt came to her
ankles, and in her flat shoes she was only about five foot 6.
Her white longsleeved blouse left most everything to the
imagination; slim hips though, I could see that. She was a
pleasant lady, and I was a lonely man.
"Of course." I replied.
"Is it true, that you don't drink or smoke?" She asked me after
a brief taste of her food.
"Well, yes." I replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Then, what do you do?" She asked me, her big brown eyes staring
at me through her glasses.
"Well, just what everyone else does. Except drink and smoke."
"But I mean, do you go out?"
"Not so much, I guess. There isn't much to do in a bar when you
don't drink, and they usually all stink of smoke."
"So how do you meet women?'
"Well, I guess I don't"
"You must have a lot bottled up inside you by now."
She seemed to like me, and my normally lonely lunch hour seemed
to slide by in a flash. every reserve of my courage, I
asked her to dinner with me. She accepted.
My feet felt like they were carrying no weight for the rest of
the day. Patricia; she could be the for me, I was thinking.
She was a little than me, perhaps 30 to my 25. But she was
a simple kind of girl, I thought. Not unattractive, but not
someone that would be turning every male head. I could imagine
that I might be able to win a like Patricia.
God, was I naive.
It was a different Patricia that I picked up for dinner. Not a
sex bomb or anything, don't get me wrong. But she was wearing
some makeup, and a dress that showed that she had at least some
cleavage. High heels made her seem taller and more attractive,
and she wore some simple jewelry that somehow gave her a touch of
class that she didn't bother to show in the office. I was
smitten.
We laughed and talked, Patricia drank a glass or two of the house
wine.
"It's awfully sticky tonight, don't you think?" She asked me. "I
wish there was someplace we could go take a swim."
"My has a cabin down by Eagle Lake." I suggested.
She took my hand at some point during the drive; the tension and
excitement I felt was euphoric.
"I don't have the keys with me." I told her.
"It doesn't matter," she said, "we can swim naked."
I couldn't see much of her body as we undressed in the starlight;
I didn't mind, I was confident that I would see all eventually.
We splashed about in the Lake for a short time. Some walked by and shouted a greeting; I shouted one in return.
Patricia was apprehensive as we dressed.
"Those that walked past, what if they come back?"
I didn't understand at first what she was afraid of; "Don't
worry, they're friends of mine." I reassured her. Something
about that little incident drew us closer together; a moment of
female insecurity, male reassurance.
I took her home at about 11:00; she invited me in.
We sat on her couch and had coffee, that ritual intake of
caffeine. We kissed.
I don't think I had been in love before, not as an adult. She
seemed to have everything I wanted in a woman; a spirit of
adventure, but not too much. A fine figure, a sharp wit. My
dick was on fire as she tickled it with her fingertips, as we
kissed, as we made love before sex.
Her were small, but well formed; the silky smooth bulge
of them driving me wild as I caressed them.
I'd never had a blow job before, and I reached behind me to
switch on the light.
Patricia laughed; "You want to see this, do you?"
"Definitely." I answered her.
It was my first blow job, but I've had others since. Patricia
was good; she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was, and
she watched me watching her as she made love to my penis with her
cute mouth, caressing my balls and squeezing the base of my shaft
as she and licked me.
I find it curious, but somehow I couldn't come. She wanted me
to, she wanted me to come in her mouth. But I couldn't the first
time. I don't know why.
Her long thin legs around my hips as I screwed her, her lips on
mine, her fingers across my back... I made her come once, and as
she approached her second climax it was too much for me. We
seemed to melt together in a great slag heap of satisfied
sexuality.
"I'm not your girlfriend." She said to me over breakfast.
"Okay." I answered her, "What are you then?"
"I'm a woman. A secretary; a human being."
"I mean what are you to me? How would you like to define our
relationship?"
"Relationship? You're my friend, Darryl. And lover. But I'm
not your girlfriend."
I didn't quite understand at first. But I was willing to let it
slide, whatever Patricia wanted. I was willing to let things
develop naturally.
But what she was actually trying to tell me, was that she had
other lovers.
"Can I see you tonight?" I asked her as we approached town Hall.
"Not tonight, Darryl. How about Monday?"
It was only Thursday.
"All right." I answered her.
It was a long and lonely weekend. At some point, I had to call;
but she wasn't at home.
On Monday, we had dinner at my place, followed by a wonderful
long period of sex. She lovingly my cock until I came in
her mouth, and then I screwed her again. As orgasm after orgasm
washed over Patricia, I became confident that she was really mine
after all.
"So what did you do over the weekend?" I asked her after we had
finished. commitments or something, I guessed.
"I was in Las Vegas."
"Las Vegas? What were you doing in Las Vegas?" I asked,
confused.
"My friend Paul took me. He has his own plane, and he loves to
fly away somewhere for the weekend. Have you ever been to Las
Vegas, Darryl?"
"No." I answered, trying to cover up my state of shock. Las
Vegas? Private plane? Paul?
"It's good fun, but you have to be careful not to get too
involved with the gambling. They try to keep you in the casino
with free food, shows..."
She prattled on about Las Vegas, telling the everything except
what I wanted to know; did she sleep with him, did she make love
with him? Did she like him, did she like him better than me?
It went on like that for a month or two. I would get together
with Patricia once or twice a week, and we'd have a wonderful and
intimate time; it wasn't only sexual intercourse, I always
thought; there was a deeper connection, I was convinced of it.
But Patricia made no secret of the fact that she was also seeing
two or three other men. The impression I got was that they were
all than us, and mostly wealthy. At least one was married.
"Ted got a new car," she would tell me, "it's gorgeous. He drove
me down to Buffalo on Wednesday after work."
Buffalo was a four-hour drive; Thursday was a holiday, and I
hadn't seen Patricia that day.
Or; "I went with Paul up to a small Lake where he has a fishing
cabin. It looked really pretty, but there were mosquitoes
everywhere. We had to stay inside most of the time."
But I also had the impression that I was her preferred lover.
She told me once that I was the only one who could screw her
after "a whole blow job".
Patricia just loved giving head. She never seemed to tire of it,
and I adored watching her go down on me.
I tried to avoid getting too attached to her. I forced myself to
imagine her with other men; but it just made me more crazy for
her. I knew she was unhealthy for me; but she was so lovely and
honest about it all.
"Do you get jealous?" She asked me one day.
"Of course." I answered her.
"You're very good about it." Patricia observed. "It drives Ted
crazy that I have other boyfriends."
"It drives me crazy too, sometimes."
"Do you ever imagine me with them?" She asked.
"Sometimes." I admitted.
"What do you imagine?" She asked.
"I -sometimes I think about you going down on them like you go
down on me."
"Well, I do. But I like you better, you have such a gorgeous
thing." She said with a laugh.
There was silence for a moment.
"They taste different, too." Patricia added.
"Really?" I hadn't thought about it.
"Yes. Paul tastes nice, but Ted is a little bitter. And it's
really hard to make him come."
Patricia seemed to enjoy telling me this. Perversely, I asked
for more.
"So what do you do?"
"Well, mostly I just do him for a long time, and then I might
stick my finger in his ass. Or sometimes, I get him to fuck me
in the mouth. That usually does it, but more often I don't
bother. Ted is getting on a bit now, so it could be that too
much excitement isn't very good for him."
"I see. And what about Paul?"
"Well, Paul's in really good condition, so there's no worry about
that. But if I let him come in my mouth then he hasn't got
anything left, so I usually don't go all the way with him. Why
Darryl, I do believe you like hearing about these things!"
Patricia's hand was squeezing my cock, which was inflating.
Soon, we were at it again.
After that, Patricia started regularly telling me of her
other lovers, and it always got me hot for her. The got
more and more graphic as the weeks passed.
"I'm not going out with Ted anymore." She told me, "I like him,
but he refuses to take care of himself. I don't want to be
responsible if something happens. Anyway, I met this gorgeous
guy; Philip. I haven't gone all the way with him yet, but I
think I will tomorrow night. He's black."
My heart sunk. Intellectually, I knew Patricia would never be
mine. But emotionally, I couldn't help but hope she would give
up her other lovers one day. But here she was, taking on new
ones.
"Does that bother you, that he's black?" She asked me.
"No, I don't have a race problem." I answered her.
"I can't wait to try him out. You think he'll be really big?"
"I don't know, Patricia. How should I know?"
"Well, you must seen them in the locker rooms when you were in
school. I was just wondering."
"I can't tell you. There were only two colored kids that I saw,
and they looked pretty big. But I don't know if they're bigger
when they get... big."
Patricia laughed, and kissed me. "So you did look."
"Not really."
"I bet you'd like to watch. You would, wouldn't you? I bet
you'd like to watch me go down on that big black cock."
"How do you know it's big?"
"Big, imagine its huge! These pale white lips opening, the tip
of it sliding inside. oh Darryl you randy boy! Come to mama!"
"Do you want me to call you after my date tonight?" Patricia
asked me over lunch in the canteen the next day.
"All right." I answered her.
I really liked Patricia, she was a sweet lady, and great in bed;
but I knew at this point that I really needed to find another
woman to be my girlfriend.
She phoned me early the next morning. I'd been dreaming of her
in the night; she'd been making love with a huge handsome black
man as I watched unable to do anything.
"I'm sorry I didn't phone last night, Darryl. I just got in, I
haven't got much time. I need to have a shower before going in to
work. Did you sleep well?"
"Not particularly. How about you?"
"Like a baby, but not for long enough. Do you want to hear about
him?"
"Okay."
"He was big, all right. Not as big as I had been imagining, but
big. Bigger than you or Paul. I'll talk to you tonight, I've
got to go."
We didn't have much of the date that evening; Patricia needed to
catch up on her sleep. We had dinner at her place.
"I was really dying to suck his cock, but I didn't want to on our
first time together. He might think I was a slut." She told me.
I was unsure if that was complementary to me or not; she'd gone
down on me on our first date. Was that because she'd liked me
more, or because she hadn't cared what I thought?
"But I think I'm going to do it tonight. I wish you could be
there, Darryl; I know how you'd love to see that. But don't
worry sweetie, I'll tell you all about it when I see you on
Tuesday." She was flying somewhere with Paul for the weekend.
We had a few laughs before she gave me a kiss and sent me home.
"It was really nice." She said to me at lunch on Tuesday. "I've
never been with a before. I find it so sexy, black and
white. I'll tell you all about it tonight."
"I just love the way his cock looks when I hold it; it looks so
black against my white fingers. It doesn't really feel any
different in my mouth, but I got so turned on by the whole thing;
his blackballs and his black belly. He came so much, I could
barely it all.
I told him about you, Darryl"
"Told him what about me?" I asked.
"How you were fascinated by the idea of watching me suck a black
cock." Patricia replied. "And guess what? He doesn't mind!
Well anyway, I talked him into it. We can go over to his place
after dinner."
"Shit, Patricia; I was really looking forward to spending time
with you alone this evening."
"That's really sweet, Darryl. But Philip is waiting for us, it
would be very rude to stand him up."
I was kind of surprised by Philip; he was only my height, and a
bit on the heavy side. He looked kind of perpetually surprised,
but maybe that was only due to the presence of Patricia. Lord
knows she kept surprising me. His hair was already thinning, and
he had a weak chin. Somehow, I had been expecting a six foot high
broad shouldered lady killer.
We shook hands somewhat reluctantly, and introduced ourselves.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, Philip." Patricia said,
after the obligatory coffee had been consumed. "Darryl really
wants to see, don't you Darryl? Go on, Philip. We're all
friends here."
Looking very embarrassed indeed, Patricia's new lover kicked off
his shoes, stood and unbuckled his trousers. His dick didn't
look very big to me.
Patricia hiked up her dress, kneeled down in front of him, and
started his slack penis deep into her mouth. She wrapped
an arm around his buttocks, and played with his balls with her
other hand. His penis started to inflate, and she pulled away
with it about half hard.
"What do you think, Darryl?" She asked me, smiling gleefully
while pulling on Philips stiffening black member with her hand.
It was a different cock now. Chubby little Philip did indeed
have a significant penis. The damn thing must have been eight
inches long and two inches in diameter.
"Let's go in the bedroom." She added.
I sat in a chair and watched while he lay on his back on his bed
and Patricia happily his now fully erect organ. She would
stop every now and then to kiss his body and then his mouth, and
then go back to doing what she really loved.
"Darryl, will you screw me when I finish with Philip?" Patricia
asked me. "You don't mind, do you Philip?"
He shook his head, and Patricia ran her tongue up over his balls,
and up the length of his formidable shaft before down on
him once more.
I was horny, horny as hell as I watched my sweet Patricia go at
that big black cock until Philip arched his back, clutched
involuntarily at her head, and squirted her mouth full of his
stuff.
"Now, Darryl." Patricia said, lifting her pretty ass up into the
air. Her mouth was still at this groin, and her arms were around
his hips as I stripped off, and climbed up to screw her doggy
style.
I tried not to meet Philips eyes, but it was unavoidable somehow.
I was down near his feet, and Patricia was holding his exhausted
cock in her mouth while I slid mine in out of her slim body.
Philip smiled at me a conspiratorial kind of way, as though he
was sharing his woman with me instead of the other way around.
Patricia slid forward, sliding her white body against Philips
larger black one; there wasn't much I could do except follow her.
She kissed his black face, holding his head while I continued to
screw her from above. I couldn't avoid some contact between my
legs and those of my rival; I was surprised to notice that I
didn't care.
Patricia came, but I kept my rhythm steady. I pulled out of her,
and turned her over. I climbed between her thighs and put my
cock into her again. Face-to-face now, with Philip lying next to
us, I plunged in out of Patricia while she held my ass with one
hand, and slid the other idlely up and down the body of her other
lover.
Patricia came twice more before I released myself into her
sometime later. I went home alone, leaving her there with him.
Patricia insisted on another "double date".
"That was some of the hottest sex I've ever had." She explained.
I wasn't very happy about it, but until I found another
girlfriend [Lover, I mean], I figured I'd have to put up with it.
And besides, it really did please Patricia.
We took turns screwing her, which allowed us both enough rest
time to keep Patricia filled for an impressive length of time.
"My two lovers!" She said, "What more could a lady ask for?"
Kiss me, darling."
She'd had enough intercourse after awhile, and she lay in between
us, ecstatically going down the first on me, then on Philip, then
on me again.
She climbed between his dark legs, her face moving up and down
over his admittedly impressive dark rod, looking up at me.
"This is so nice." She said, "I just love the way a nice hard
cock feels in my mouth. It's so smooth and soft at the same
time. It's just the sexiest thing I know." She twisted her
mouth over his dick again, and then said; "Slide down here and
have a closer look Darryl. Closer. Do you find it sexy? Do you
like it, watching me do this?"
I nodded.
Then she asked me; "Would you like to try it, Darryl?"
"No." I answered, surprised she would ask such question.
"Come on, Darryl! You should try it, it's so nice. And besides,
I promised Philip you would."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"That's how I talked Philip into letting you come over and join
us. He said he'd love to see a white suck his dick. Tell
him, Philip, about the exploitation thing."
"Oh, yeah; the exploitation thing." Phillip said, "Hundreds of
years of exploitation of black people by the white man. You
should all have to do something to make up for that."
"You must be joking." I said.
"Oh come on, Darryl!" Said Patricia, her hands moving up and
down Philips cock, "It's all just good fun. Just try it, maybe
you'll like it. You told me how you were checking out your
schoolmates black dicks; now this is your chance to get a little
bit more into it. It's so nice Darryl, do it for me. Please?
Pretty please? Don't you really want to, just a little? Look
how beautiful it is."
"Come on, Darryl!" Philip added, "Be a sport. Patricia and I
sure would love to see you do it."
The black penis was only inches from my face; it's great dark
head glistening with Patricia's saliva. Her small hand still
held the base of it, and it stood proudly, filling my vision.
"Do it, Darryl." Patricia whispered seductively, "Don't think,
just do it. Open your mouth. Here, let me help you."
Patricia's hand went to the back of my head, and she pulled me
irresistibly forward; she pointed Philips hard black cock to my
lips, and pulled my head down, irresistibly down. My lips met
his flesh; my mouth opened, and still my head went lower. My
mouth was filled with the sensation of it; the horrible wonderful
sensation of a man's penis. I explored the object with my
tongue; I lifted my head, massaging the crown with my lips. My
hand found his balls, and I found it surprisingly pleasant to
fondle them.
There was a heat; I could feel the blood flowing through it, I
could feel it pulsing against the roof of my mouth. I lightly, and felt it swell even more. I felt hands on my own
genitals; the pleasant familiar feeling of Patricia applying her
mouth to my own penis. Hands gripped the sides of my head,
strong hands. I succumbed to the feeling, allowed my mouth to be
used, as he started pushing the great cock in and out of me.
I it in with each of his trusts; I gripped it with my lips
firmly each time he withdrew. I was afraid for what I knew would
come; but when it did, when he into my mouth, I felt
only joy. I welcomed the strange fluid, slimy but friendly. The
power of it's hot stream impacting against the back of my throat
meant that my efforts were being rewarded, it meant approval. I
felt my own contractions begin; Patricia got a mouthful from me.
"Oh Darryl, honey! I knew it, I knew you'd like it. And,
Philip? What was like for you, was it what you needed?"
"I don't know yet," he answered, "but it was different, that's
for sure."
"Did you it, Darryl?" Patricia asked me excitedly,
bringing her face close to mine to look for herself.
"Yes." I answered numbly. I couldn't figure out what had
happened to me. I knew what I had done, but I didn't understand
what had motivated me to do it. I didn't understand how I
could've enjoyed it. Was this a permanent condition, was I gay?
Or was this a onetime experiment?
The three of us lay around together for awhile, and then we had
our showers and went back to bed together. we drifted off to
sleep.
I woke in the morning to the bed bouncing up and down to a steady
rhythm; Patricia was on top, lifting her body up-and-down over
Philips big organ. They were smiling at each other, and he was
playing with her cute little breasts.
I felt somewhat left out, but not particularly jealous I noticed.
I went to brush my teeth. When I came back, they were through,
and Patricia was lying with her head in the crook of Philips
elbow.
"Your turn, sweetheart." She told me.
I lay on my back, looking up at her smiling face as she ground
her clitoris against the base of my cock, enjoying the smooth
flesh of her hips, her soft brushing against mine from
time to time.
I held her body tight against mine when I came; my reaction to
her feminine form reassuring me of my heterosexuality.
"Do it to Philip again for me, Daryl." Patricia said. "Please? I
thought it was just the sexiest thing."
Philip was just returning from rinsing his dick off in the sink.
"Yeah, how about it, Daryl?" he said, getting up on the bed on
his knees next to me, so the big black organ was dangling
temptingly at my face.
It was fresh and cool in my mouth, and I felt it swell and
stiffen reassuringly as I started to run my hands over his balls
and ass.
Philip leaned back on the cushions, and I looked up to see
Patricia cuddling with him while watching me with happy
excitement.
"What's it like, Philip? Is he good?"
"Yeah, he is. He's got a talent for it. I never thought I'd let a
guy suck my dick, but I'm glad you talked me into it, now; It's
cool."
They stopped talking, and began to kiss.
I loved that cock; I got so turned on by doing it, I was amazed.
I'd never even known that I wanted to do something like this. Why
should it excite me so, I wondered; it was just a piece of
anatomy, just flesh. I was uninterested in the rest of the man, I
was happy that Patricia was keeping him busy so I could just
peacefully enjoy myself with his big black dick.
I loved the way it quivered at my tender caress, how it pumped up
when I squeezed the base, how it pulsed in my mouth as I on it.
I was so disappointed when he took it from me, and started
screwing Patricia again.
He made her come after a time, and then I had a turn; Patricia
and I gave Daryl head while we screwed. We finished with me
sucking him until he came in my mouth, pulsing wonderfully,
shooting his last bit of stuff at me while he held my head
tightly.
I was in love, then. I asked Patricia to marry me a week later.
"Oh, Daryl, that's so sweet of you, and I really do love you a
lot. But if I let my emotions take control, anything could
happen."
She Paul a year later, the rich guy with the plane. I
honestly wished the best for her, but I'm afraid it didn't work
out; our emotions are here for a reason, they will not be ruled
by logic or convenience.
I've settled down with a nice girl, and put my little episode
behind me. but sometimes, I do enjoy just sitting back and
remembering. Sometimes I long to feel the excitement of having a
dick in my mouth again.
Bigby, 2001
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