I realized dimly that while she had only kissed me briefly, she had not withdrawn her face very far. Before I could doubt myself, I leaned over and kissed her back, just the same, quick way.
Then, suddenly, we were kissing deeply, not breaking apart.
Let me just say that kissing a girl is fucking awesome. The feel of her lips on mine was amazing. And when she opened those lips, without letting them part from mine, and I felt her tongue brush out to me, I trembled. I let my own tongue extend tentatively, and I almost felt a shock as it caressed her tongue and she didn’t flinch away. Kissing was new, but I felt like I got the hang of it quickly.
While my tongue was flickering around in novel delights, the rest of me was paralyzed. As we leaned on the hood beside each other, our knees pressed together, and our shoulders. Her hips and breasts did not touch me, but I could literally feel their proximity. I wanted to at least put an arm around her, but I was so terrified that changing anything might break the moment.
After an eternity, Carrie at least reached out a delicate hand and rested it on my shoulder. Just that sent shocks through me. I still couldn’t move. Wouldn’t move.
Then she softly broke the kiss and slid to her feet. I sighed happily as the moment passed.
But it didn’t pass.
She faced me and leaned forward to kiss me even harder, her tongue practically diving into my mouth. She leaned forward, bracing herself on my shoulders with her hands, then leaned her head back, breaking our kiss again just enough to be able to stare at my face, a smile in her eyes.
Then she kissed my cheek.
Then she kissed my neck. That was a whole new amazing.
Then she simply sank down to her knees in front of me on the soft grass where we were parked!
It did nothing to alleviate my paralysis to have Carrie Fucking Croenke tugging at the fly of my trousers. She looked back up at me, keeping her eyes locked to mine as she fumbled open my fly. Then she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and tugged it forward and down. I found the will to move just enough to raise my ass so that she could tug both drawers and trousers down to my knees. The feeling of relief was palpable as my cock was suddenly no longer crammed into my pants. That feeling warred with terror at being seen naked by a girl. Then she finally looked down.
“Holy shit, Al!” Carrie exclaimed, actually jerking back.
“What?” I cried, alarmed.
“That’s… Fuck, Al. You are goddamned huge,” Carrie said breathlessly.
Apparently, I am well endowed. I really had not known. I mean, the only hard dicks I had ever seen, besides my own, were from the exactly two pornos I had ever watched. Those two dicks had looked like they were maybe a little bigger than mine, or maybe a little smaller. I thought that was just the way dicks were. The only people who had seen me naked were dudes, and then only in the showers. And I am way, way smaller when I’m not excited.
So yeah, both Carrie and I found out simultaneously that I was hung. Not that I was going tell her that I was new to this realization.
But, wait! Oh God! I was somehow scaring her. It is extremely hard to think coherently when you have the biggest hard-on of your life, a gorgeous girl has just pulled down your pants, is kneeling before you, and she practically shrieks when she sees your cock. My paralysis continued unabated.
Then she leaned forward, flicked her tongue up under my balls, and dragged it with agonizing slowness up my sack, then along my shaft to the tip. She added a second slow lick, this time starting at mid shaft. Her eyes finally left my dick to gleam up at my own. Then she opened her mouth and slipped my throbbing head inside. I groaned in delirious amazement. She smiled at my sound of pleasure, or tried to, what with my dick in her mouth.
And she gave me head.
This was not the cock-sucking I had seen in those videos. There was no choking, or wild bobbing, or dirty talk. Carrie just used her tongue, and lips, and fingertips to wet me, caress me, and simulate me in a gentle, affectionate, giving way that utterly blew my mind.
She remained fascinated by my length, often pausing in her efforts, to try to measure me using her hands. While she didn’t choke herself, she did try several times to see how much of me she could get into her mouth. She never got more than half way. But everything she did to me shook me to the core. Her delicate hands smeared her saliva all over my shaft and she jacked me with perfect firmness. She seemed especially happy to run her tongue in circles around my head, or kiss it, or even suck on it like a lollipop. When she did bob up and down on me, it was smooth, slow, and made my toes curl.
I was simply in heaven.
Now, please remember, four hours earlier, I had never even been on a date. I think I can be forgiven for not lasting very long, okay?
Carrie was making another attempt at taking as much of me as she could into her mouth, her tongue lavishing the underside of my shaft as she sucked it into her, when I felt the urgent rise.
I rocked my hips backward and gasped out, “Carrie, careful! I’m… I think I’m going to…”
Rather than pulling me out of her mouth, Carrie just jacked the base of my cock harder and lashed at my head with her tongue, keeping me firmly inside her lips.
I shuddered and could last no longer. I shouted into the night as my hips rocked… and I nutted. My balls surged and my dick throbbed as I shot a rapid-fire series of jets into Carrie’s mouth. She flinched happily with each new offering and I felt her swallowing to keep up. The final surge of cum left me hanging on a sensory precipice, from which I abruptly crashed. I flopped backward, catching myself with my hand behind me on the hood of the car, not a muscle below my rib cage functioning at all.
I was not some kind of chronic daily masturbator or anything, but I had thought I had a pretty good idea of how nice an orgasm was. I learned right then and there how much more amazing it was when someone else made you do it. I gasped loudly as I looked down at Carrie. My dick was still in her mouth as she suckled gently on it, rubbing her hand firmly up my length to squeeze out every drop. Finally satisfied, she released my already softening cock with an audible pop and rose to her feet like a smiling vision.
“Oh, thank you Carrie!” I gasped, unable to contain myself. “And gosh, I am so sorry for coming in your mouth like that!”
She laughed. “Sorry for what? I’m the one who is sorry. I know that he… that guys want to see their cum on a girl’s face, but I’d rather not have to explain the messed up makeup.” I looked at her in confusion. Part of me had talked enough with other guys to know that girls are not supposed to prefer swallowing… and part of me was imaging my jizz on Carrie’s face. “Besides,” she added happily. “Yours tastes really good!”
“It does?” I asked, distracted.