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down on his dick in a mind-splitting orgasm that had light spots dancing behind

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my eyelids. Vaguely I heard Travis moan loudly then I felt a gush of heat fill me

from the inside. Gush after gush, Travis filled me to overflow but he held on.

After what felt like forever, Travis’ grip eased up and he slid the hand he’d

held me by the neck with down to my other leg and rubbed. “Your legs have got to

be tired, being cramped up like that for so long,” he said.

“Yeah, I do need to move and stretch,” I said, climbing back over the

gearshift to the passenger seat.

Looking around and the other cars parked in the park, I could see the one’s

closest had fogged windows, just like ours, so there was no fear of being spotted if

I got out the car still half naked. I reached on the floor and grabbed my jeans and

panties. Opening the door, I stepped out on shaky legs and began redressing. I

hadn’t thought to bring any tissue so my panties would be ‘throw-a-ways’ when I

got home. Dressed, I walked around the car a few times to work out the kinks in

my muscles.

Travis had redressed in the car then got out and walked beside me. We

began laughing and joking again and after about ten minutes, got back in the car

and headed back to the school.

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We spent every possible moment we could manage together. We talked on

the phone till late in the night. Every game we could be together, we were. We’d

gotten in the habit of finding time to fuck as often as possible. We’d go to the

drive-in but never watch the movie. We visited the park on
many
occasions. Our

friendship was quickly growing into something deeper but we were too young to

consider all that yet.

Our senior year found us still hot and heavy. Our time together was easier

now because our parents knew we were ‘
serious’
about each other and they gave

their ‘
blessings’
for us to date. (If only they knew) Travis had spoiled me in the dick

department because I knew I would never be able to get satisfaction with someone

who wasn’t blessed.

At some point in January of that year, a ‘friend’ of mine, Thomas, whom I’d

had a thing with off and on for a while, decided he wanted more on than off.

Thomas had been leaving high school as I was entering. We’d started talking my

freshman year and, believe it or not, hit it off. We actually had a lot in common and

I really liked the fact my boyfriend was older than me.

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Back in those days, having a boyfriend out of school was a status thing and I

enjoyed my fame. He would bring me lunch every day and since he’d graduated

from the same school, most of the teachers knew him and didn’t complain that he

was there. We didn’t begin a sexual relationship until we had been friends for

about six months.

Our first time was hell. It hurt so bad I didn’t think I would ever do it again.

I cried and Thomas held me. He told me it would get easier the more we did it and

he would go as slow as it took for me to become accustomed to him. He did, too.

After the third time, I had it down pat and it no longer hurt.

Thomas taught me different positions and how to move to ensure my

partner got as much pleasure as I did. He taught me sex wasn’t just about ‘getting

a nut,’ but feeling one with the person you’re with. I was crazy about him. Not

only because he was my first sexual partner, but because he genuinely cared about

my well being.

My parents knew Thomas and would let me go to games and movies with

him. It helped that his father and mine worked at the same place so if Thomas

‘misbehaved,’ his father would kick his ass.

Thomas also taught me another of life’s lessons. After we’d been sexually

active for three months, I found out I wasn’t the only one he was sexually involved

with. One day we were at a basketball game and a female came up to him ranting

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and raving like a lunatic. I didn’t know what was going on or who she was. I sat

there watching this interaction, looking like a fool. She finally left and Thomas

looked over at me.

Yeah, I’d figured it out and he knew it.

Thomas started to speak but I held my hand up. I guess I should have

known it was too good to be true but I was blinded by infatuation. I stopped

seeing him for about three months after that incident but eventually went back,

purely for the sex. More and more incidences of females with attitudes occurred

and I eventually decided as good as the dick was, it wasn’t worth all the hassle.

So, when Thomas called me and said he missed me and wanted to spend

more time together, I, being young and always horny, decided I could do that. I

told him about Travis and that we would have to keep it on the low. He was okay

with that because he was older and didn’t need the headaches, especially after

everything he’d put me through. Thomas was blessed in the dick department also,

just not as blessed as Travis. That’s probably why it hurt so badly the first time.

I was in heaven now. Two big dicks just for little ole me? Hell, yeah.

Travis had start hearing rumors about this thing with Thomas and I and

confronted me. See, Travis knew Thomas. Growing up in a small town didn’t leave

very much room for sneaking around with someone your significant other

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wouldn’t know. Not to mention the fact that we were friends before we ever

became lovers, so I’d told him about Thomas.

Travis knew we still kept in touch from time to time, but he didn’t know I’d

started messing around with him again. I told him we were just friends, as we’d

always been, and he needed to stop listening to everything the street committee

said. Travis left it alone. I told Thomas about this and since he knew Travis, he

decided he would get ‘buddy, buddy’ with Travis to alleviate his concerns.

They started going to the YMCA together to play basketball. Thomas didn’t

go to college. He got a good job right out of high school. The fact that Thomas

played basketball in high school gave him and Travis a common interest. Travis

liked playing with the older, more experienced players because it helped sharpen

his skills, so them going to the ‘Y’ and playing together was the ideal scenario.

Don’t get me wrong, Thomas really liked Travis so it wasn’t just a front. It

went on like that for the remainder of high school. I graduated the first semester of

my senior year and went directly to the junior college. I had all my credits and

decided it would do me no good to stay in high school the remaining six months.

Travis, who still had to finish his high school credits, was still in high school and

with my class schedule that left me a lot more time with Thomas.

One day, Travis left school early and came to the junior college, which was

only a block away from his school. After riding around the parking lot for almost

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thirty minutes, he didn’t see my car so he decided to ride around. He went by my

parents’ house. No car. He rode by other family houses and didn’t see my car. Then

he rode by my godparent’s house, and turning down a side street when he didn’t

see my car, low and behold, there it was.

See, Thomas lived on that side street.

Thomas and I hadn’t too long finished what we had been doing when we

heard banging at the front door. We were both dressed, just sitting on the bed

talking, so he got up to answer the door. I didn’t hear anything so I figured it was

one of Thomas’ many women mad because he had company. The door to the

bedroom pushed open and Travis walked in. I was shocked shitless but didn’t let

it show on my face. I’d become a pro at hiding my indiscretions and my poker face

was game tight.

“What are you doing here?” I asked with a nonchalance I didn’t feel.

“I should ask you the same thing,” Travis said, voice dripping venom.

“I got out of class early and didn’t feel like going home, so I came here to

hang out with Thomas for a while,” I replied.

He looked me up and down and noticed the only thing I didn’t have on was

my shoes. I guess he figured since I was sitting on the side of the bed, which was

made back up, it only made since I wouldn’t have them on.

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“I know there’s something going on that you aren’t telling me but you’re

going to lie about it anyway so there’s no sense asking,” Travis said and turned to

leave the apartment.

I jumped up, grabbed my shoes and followed him out. As we go into the

living room, we noticed at the same time that Thomas had left. Travis stopped and

turned on me. “If I had believed you, I sure as hell don’t know. Your ‘boy’ just told

on you. Why the hell would he leave his own apartment if there wasn’t anything

going on between you two?”

I was speechless. What could I say? What Travis said made sense. Even if

Thomas had wanted to give us privacy, he could have stepped outside. He didn’t

have to
leave
. It was a fucked up situation I couldn’t talk my way out of.

Travis turned and walked out the door. He got in his car, started the engine,

put it in reverse, and peeled out the driveway. Disgusted with Thomas and

defeated, I got in my own car and went home.

Travis and I didn’t talk for a week after that incident. I didn’t even attempt

to call because I knew I was wrong. I was miserable. Thomas had called to find out

what had happened at the apartment and I lost it. I told him he wasn’t a real man

because if he were, he would have stayed at the apartment and at least made it

look innocent. I told him I saw why he had women trouble because he wasn’t

player material. Players didn’t get caught. Well, I guess I wasn’t a player either

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because I’d been caught as well. Needless to say, Thomas and I were
off
again, and

this time for good.

When Travis did finally call me, he
demanded
to see me. I was nervous but I

missed him so much, I put my nervousness aside and met him at the park.

Now, I grew up in a time where sucking dick was a ‘white girl’ thing. We

didn’t do that. But Travis decided it was time to change that. We got to the park

and I got out of my car and got into his. We sat there about five minutes not saying

a thing. I wouldn’t even look at him. Then, I heard his zipper going down and

rustling of clothes. I looked over at Travis. He’d pulled his pants down enough to

free his dick and was commando underneath.

“Suck me,” Travis said.

“Huh,” was all I could say in reply.

“You fucking heard me. Suck me,” Travis all but growled at me.

“I ain’t—” I started only to be cut off.

“The fuck if you ain’t. You were fucking this man behind my back all the

while trying to get us to be friends to keep me off the trail. For all I know, you may

be sucking him. Even if you aren’t, you’re going to suck me,” Travis said.

Travis reached over and grabbed the back of my neck. He brought my head

to his lap, and with his other hand wrapped round the base of his dick, forced my

mouth down on his dick. How, you ask? He had such a tight grip on the back of

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my neck, my mouth was open as I gasped from the pain. He rammed all the way to

the back of my throat. I gagged. He eased up and pulled out until the head was the

only thing left inside. I briefly thought about biting down but remembered my

motto, ‘Never Mess Up Anything You May Want Again Later,’ so I reigned in that

thought. Now, here I am, the head of Travis’ dick in my mouth, his hand on the

back of my neck holding me in place.

Then he did the strangest thing.

The hand that’d been wrapped around his dick came up and rubbed my

cheek. I was gone. Travis had never really been big on speaking how he felt but he

always knew how to ‘say’ it with actions. I wrapped my lips tight around the head

of his dick and began stroking it with my tongue. Travis’ grip on my neck loosened

and now he rubbed my back.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to take him all the way in but was determined to

take as much as possible. I began to suck, bobbing my head up and down. Travis

began fucking my mouth in short, sharp thrusts. I reached over and cupped his

balls, and he moaned long and low.

What power! I never would have imagined sucking dick would give me this

kind of power over a man. I was dizzy with it. I could see why white girls did it

now.

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I doubled my efforts to get as much down my throat as possible. Travis was

panting now. His strokes were no longer controlled but erratic and frenzied. I

sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks on every pull. Travis wrapped his fingers in

my hair and started thrusting like a wild man. I learned quickly to take a deep