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Because no, a thumb really was not what I wanted to be sucking on. Especially now I'd seen the alternative.

I licked again and he moaned, so I shifted a little - these cars might look cool, but they are patently not designed for blowjobs - and dragged my tongue slowly across his cock head.

He was already slick with precum... slick? He was positively dripping, and I let the tip of my tongue linger in his pee-hole, with his flavor dancing on my tastebuds. I wanted him in my mouth so bad, and I knew that's what he wanted, too. But I also wanted to tease, so I continued to lick... to lap... and, just occasionally, open my mouth just a little around his cock head, sucking at the tip while my tongue continued to dance.

And he kept on growing harder, growing thicker, growing slicker, and I don't think I'd be exaggerating if I said he was growing longer as well. Experimentally, I wrapped both hands around his shaft, and there was still room to spare.

I let my mouth sink down, meeting my curled fist just below his knob, and I sucked some more, harder this time, and I couldn't help my own moan escaping from my throat. I might have been more experienced at this than I suspected he was, but still it was new enough to me that every shudder, every flex, every movement of his flesh was a fresh delight. My panties were soaked.

I shifted my hand, sank down lower; smiled inwardly as Allen let out a longer, louder moan, and then slowly I began to move, my mouth slipping up and down his shaft, and the ache in my jaw (I told you he was big) somehow crossing the gap between pain and pleasure, and encouraging me to take even more of him inside.

My other hand fell away and instinctively, my head sank down lower. I knew I'd never fit the whole thing into my mouth... at least not tonight; I needed to get used to it first... but that didn't matter. His flesh was slick with my saliva, my lips floated greasily up and down his shaft. It was heavenly. But there was still something missing.

I raised my head. "Move with me," I told him, and yes, that's better. His hips raised from the car seat, just a little but enough, then sank back. Again. Again. And each time, he pushed a little bit deeper before pulling back just enough, matching my moves with his own, and picking up speed as well... not a blur, not yet. But he was getting there and, at some point very soon, I was just going to freeze in place and have him fuck my face.

And, if he should push in a bit too far, well I'd deal with that when it happened.

It's strange, I have three girlfriends with whom our sex lives are a regular topic of conversation. Of whom one admits to sucking her boyfriend's cock "but only because he likes it so much": and two who swear that they never could. Whereas I always remained silent as they discussed the reasons why, until finally I was asked what I thought.

"It's okay," I hedged, but of course that wasn't enough. That's the other thing about these conversations - they are very detail-oriented. And I was clearly breaking the rules. So I told them about the college boyfriend who was fucking me one night, then pulled out and pushed himself into my mouth.

My friends squeaked in horror; I just laughed. "It's okay, he pulled out again and came on my face." More squeaks, more "yuk"s, maybe even a few words of sympathy for me. "But some went into my mouth anyway," I concluded, and when Jody said mockingly, "I suppose that was ‘okay' as well," I decided to go for broke.

"No, it was lovely. So I grabbed him and pulled him back for more sucks, and I caught the last drips as well."

Which was, in truth, a mash-up of our first few times, but now they knew and I did wonder, sometimes, whether I ever emboldened them to try it themselves? Or if they just whispered about me behind my back, and had me written off as a dirty cock sucker.

Which isn't such a bad thing, is it?

Allen was pounding me now, or as much as he could from a seated position in a car the size of a matchbox. I took his hand and placed it on my head... it hung there, unmoving, so I disengaged my mouth once again from his meat and whispered, "push."

He didn't need asking twice. I had one fist wrapped around the base of his cock, just to be on the safe side. But my lips were touching it now, and the weight of his hand, and the strength of his cock, felt glorious. I felt glorious, my head impaled on that magnificent dick, and I knew that there was no going back now.

Any moment now, he was going to come - and if this really was his first time, then I was going to spoil him for every woman who came after me. Especially the ones who didn't want to swallow... which is the other thing I didn't understand. As far as I'm concerned, that's half the fun!

A sudden push, harder and deeper than ever before. A moment of absolute stillness. And then, he was driving in and out of me, gasping loudly, twisting my hair between his fingers, and I was half-swallowing, half-not-quite-choking, and when I did finally relinquish my prize and raise my head as he softened in my hand, I swear I was positively purring.

"That was amazing," he said, and I kissed his cock in response, then took it into my mouth again, sucking the softness and wondering how it would feel to have him actually growing hard in my mouth, instead of waiting till he'd already got there. Next time, I told myself. When we have the lights on. In fact, that night, alone in bed, that's the thought I went to sleep on.

That, and the prospect of finally being able to look at the cock I'd been sucking on so happily. It was already the best thing I had ever had in my mouth. If it looked as good as it felt, I'd really have something to tell the girls.

I'm looking forward to that.

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