I wasn't quite sure what Lawrence meant by the party just beginning. I presumed he wanted to have sex with me again even though I felt zapped of all my strength. His cock was half erect as he walked towards the kitchen. He brought us two soft drinks. I was glad he didn't bring anymore wine. I'd had enough alcohol for one day.
The sun was slowly setting as evening approached. We'd spent the entire afternoon having sex. I couldn't believe time had passed so quickly. We sat down on the coach and Lawrence put his arm around my shoulders pulling me in close for a soft and gentle kiss. I sipped the cola slowly and we shared another cigarette. Lawrence talked about how much he liked me and hoped he'd changed my mind about having sex, not to be so reluctant, just let nature take its course. I did feel better, not as uptight about sex, especially sex with a black guy. I knew when I got back to my small little farming community I'd be on another dry spell but at least I knew where I could get a really good fucking when I needed it.
Lawrence's cock began to attain erection the more we talked. I reached down and stroked it softly up and down, my fingers rubbing just below the bulbous head. It was warm and pulsating in my hand. I could barely get my hand around most of it. I still found it hard to imagine that I could take almost all of it inside me. I asked Lawrence if he'd ever measured it
"It's just 10," not the biggest around I assure you" Lawrence stated.
I figured I'd taken about 9" of his hard black cock inside me. It felt like an accomplishment, even though it was one I could never brag about.
"Do you like to suck cock?" Lawrence asked.
"I've never done that, just never had a guy want me to do it," I answered.
"Time to learn" Lawrence replied.