Subject: Valentine's Day Surprise
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: February 14, 2001
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
I’d always heard that Valentine’s Day is suppose to be for lovers. Well,
this year I learned just how much fun it could be as well!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Valentine’s Day Traditions
Chapter 2 – Dinner and The Incline
Chapter 3 – The Hotel Room
Chapter 1 – Valentine’s Day Traditions
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I was fifteen, just a few weeks away from my sixteenth birthday, and
thoroughly enjoying my sophomore year in high school. I’d been dating Greg
since Christmas after breaking up with John and now it was almost Valentine’s
day already. Greg was an eighteen year-old senior at my high school and one
of the top football players. Naturally, he was good looking and quite
popular with all the girls. The word in the hallways was that he had one of
the biggest cocks of anyone in our school so, of course, I’d been wanting
badly to find out for myself. Even though I was just a sophomore, I had
already acquired a bit of a reputation with the older boys so I begged a few
of my closest friends to drop some hints his way that I was interested in him
– VERY interested.
Well, to my surprise, it didn't long before he was leaning against my locker
and asking me out. Although I tried not to appear TOO eager, I couldn't wait
for our first date. I must have masturbated for hours the night before,
dreaming of what I hoped he would do to me. Let’s just say I discovered on
our first date that the rumors about his cock were true – he must have been
twice the size of most guys I’d been with! It was the most challenging
blowjob I’d ever given and when he fucked me, oh my god I thought I was going
to be split in two!
With all that I guess I don’t have to say that Greg was by no stretch of the
imagination the first guy I’d had sex with. Steve, the older brother of one
of my girlfriends, had taken my virginity two summers before, not long after
I had graduated from middle school. Unfortunately his mom’s job was
transferred and so he had to move out of state the following winter. Steve
and I had shared quite a few enjoyable experiences and many a night in the
days after he left I would lay in my bed at night touching myself as I
dreamed of him fucking me.
Looking back now, I realize that we had never been truly in love even though
at the time I thought I loved him terribly. His cock was my first and I knew
from the first time he did me that I loved sex. After that I would do most
anything to get more of it – as much as I could. Today I’m more mature and I
realize that our relationship was really more about mutual physical
satisfaction - but then there’s nothing wrong with that, especially when
you’re only fourteen. While we dated, Steve was the only boy I had sex with
(if you don’t count the time I teased his younger brother and things got a
bit out of hand).
After Steve moved away it didn't take long for me to realize that while
masturbation was a lot of fun, it simply can’t replace the real thing so I
started dating a number of guys and developed what I would call a healthy sex
life. It didn't take long for the boys in school to discover how I felt
about sex and needless to say, I was never at a loss for a date. Despite the
rumors in school to the contrary, I really didn't fuck all that many of them
but when it came to blowjobs, let’s just say that I was more than willing to
please just about anyone who would let me suck them. Besides, it’s the least
a girl can do anyway when the guys Is paying for everything else.
Actually, I was quite proud of the reputation I was getting for giving the
best blowjob in school and almost every boy I dating went home with a little
less cum than he had started out with. Some of the more prudish girls in my
class thought they were being mean by labeling me a slut but I knew they were
just jealous of my popularity and so I just ignored them. Besides, I was
very active in my church youth group and other community organizations so I
like to think that most people, especially the adults I associated with,
thought of me as the nice “girl next door”.
Until this year I’d never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend. It
was more a timing thing than anything else. The first thirteen years of my
life I didn't have a boyfriend to start with so it was a moot point. Then
last year, Steve had moved away just a couple of weeks before the big day and
I was moping around the house crying about how unfair life was being to me!
Well, this year was going to be different because now I had Greg and I had a
good feeling that he had something big planned. By big, I’m of course
referring to his nice dick!
While I may not have had a boyfriend for past Valentine’s Days, I was still
lucky in that my dad had a started a family tradition back when I was only
eight years old when he gave my mom a dozen beautiful red roses and me a
single yellow rose with a long stem. He would then gave me a quick peck on
the cheek after which he led my mom by the hand upstairs to their bedroom and
closed the door. Our house is pretty old and the walls are really thin so I
could hear more than enough in my bedroom next door to know they weren’t
watching TV! When they were done, he would then take us all out to a dinner
at some fancy restaurant.
The part I looked forward to the most though was when we got home and he
would give us each a Valentine’s Day present. Mom’s was always in a pink bag
from her favorite store – Victoria’s Secret. That year he gave her a sexy
outfit – a black fishnet teddy, sheer white nightie, etc. As for me, I was
thrilled with my present - cute red and white cheerleader outfit (never mind
that my school colors were blue and white!). After that, in the following
years he always found some cute outfit for me. One year it was the cutest
Tinker Bell costume with a tiny wrap-around lacy skirt and halter top. Last
year it had been a Little Mermaid outfit with a tight green clothe tube for
my legs and a tiny little bikini top made of a couple of shells and string.
Each year, my mom and I put on our outfits and pose for him while he takes
our pictures for the family album. Usually I would sit in his lap while mom
took our picture. I was old enough to recognize the bulge in my dad’s crotch
for what it was. When I felt it pressing against my bottom I felt good
because I knew that it meant that he was ready to go back to their bedroom
and have a good time with my mom. It never crossed my mind that he might be
thinking of a going to a different bedroom than I thought he was!
This Valentine’s Day was going to be different – of that I was sure. Greg
had asked me out to a fancy dinner and I was thrilled to accept. I’d been
out to a lot of high-end restaurants with my parents, but never on a date.
It wasn’t until I told my parents at dinner the next day about our plans and
saw the crestfallen look on my dad’s face that I remembered our tradition of
him taking us out to an elegant meal. He quickly pretended that everything
was OK and wished me a good time but I still felt a little guilty about it.
Somehow I knew deep inside of me that as I grew up a lot of things would
change between me and dad; but I knew one thing would always stay the same –
I would always be my daddy’s little girl! Little did I know back then just
how much things WOULD change between my father and me, but even so I still
like to think of me as his little girl.
In any case, February 14th finally arrived and I was about to get ready for
Greg when my dad stopped by my open bedroom door. I was wearing just my
panties and with my sixteenth birthday only weeks away, my boobs were finally
starting to look pretty good. The fact my bedroom door was open wasn't
anything unusual. Indeed, it would have been a lot more strange had it been
shut! In fact, I couldn't even remember the last time I’d closed it besides
when we had people staying over. Nudity was nothing to be ashamed of in our
house and I‘d seen and been with my parents naked in our hot tub many times
over the years. I never flaunt myself at home of course. Actually, other
than when we are in the hot tub, the only time I am naked around home. other
than in the bathroom, is at night when I go to bed. I first started sleeping
nude the day I turned twelve. At first it was more just a thing where a
little girl was trying to mimic her mom. However, once I got used to it, it
felt constricting to wear anything to bed. In any case, I was a bit
surprised when my dad took a good look at me and then whistled softly.
“Whoa! You’re looking pretty hot there girl,” he said with a grin, “So tell
me, is Fred going to get lucky tonight?”
“Oh daddy!” I said in mock protest, “You know his name is Greg; and besides,
we’re just going out to dinner.”
My dad knew all about my past experiences from my mom who always insisted on
a complete debriefing whenever I returned home from a date. He knew that I
knew that he knew full well what Greg and I would be doing before I returned
home. My dad was always the type to tease me a bit but I really didn’t
mind. Then I noticed his hand was behind his back so I smiled and walked
over to him, trying to act like am innocent little girl (even if I was
topless at the time!)
“Hmmmmmm, something for me?” I asked in my best little girl voice. He leaned
down and kissed me gently on my forehead. Then he brought his hand out and I
saw it was a box in pretty pink wrapping paper with a pink ribbon bow. My
yellow rose was slipped under the bow and he pulled it out and handed it to
me first.
“Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” he said with a smile, Then he handed me the box
saying, “I think you’re old enough now for something a little more grown-up.”
I giggled and snatched the box from his hand and ran over to sit down on the
edge of my bed. I was so excited to see what was inside that I
unceremoniously ripped off the wrapping paper and opened it up to find the
cutest little negligee inside. It was made of light blue lace and totally
sheer. Also in the box was a thong made of the same material as the
negligee. The whole outfit felt like it made from air it was so light. I
held it up in front of me and I could still see my bare boobs right through
it. My mom had some pretty sexy lingerie but this was a first for me. Once
I tried on some of hers just to see what it felt like but everything she had
was too big for me, especially in the bust and hips. Well, this outfit was
just my size and I couldn't wait to try it on! I turned my head up to my dad
who was looking at me with a big grin on his face.
“Oh wow!!!! Thank you daddy,” I gushed, “It’s beautiful!”
My dad had a smug look on his face. Of course he knew I would like it!
“So... are you going to try it on for me or what?” he asked, “Hurry up,
you’re mom’s changing into hers and I can’t wait to see my girls all dressed
up.”
He left the room and I shivered with anticipation. This was soooooo cool! I’d
never had an outfit quite like this before and I marveled at the soft feel of
it against my bare chest. Well, I didn't want to keep them waiting! I
quickly slipped off my panties and stepped into the sheer thong. It was
barely wide enough in front to cover my pussy and in back it was a mere
string that slipped up between my butt cheeks. Fortunately I had just enough
hips developing to hold them up! I had a number of thongs but never one as
meager as this one. It barely felt like I even had anything on! The string
felt a little odd up between my butt cheeks and when I looked in the mirror
all I could see were the strings that came around my hips as once they
joined, the rest was hidden out of site by my ass. Heck, I may as well been
bottomless for all it covered in the rear! The front wasn't much more
generous. The little triangle barely covered my pussy and if I hadn’t
started trimming my pussy to where it was almost shaved my pubic hair would
have been sticking out all over the place.
With my thong in place, the next step was to slip on the negligee. I dropped
it over my outstretched arms above me and let it literally fall into place.
Once I straightened it out, I took another look in the mirror and instantly
fell in love with the way it looked on me! The bottom hem barely covered the
bottom of my ass and the material was so sheer it was like I wasn't wearing
anything at all so far as covering anything up. I turned and look at my
backside in the mirror and loved what I saw. My boobs may have been slower
than I wanted in developing, but my ass was definitely on a different time
scale. Every guy I dated commented on how nice and firm my ass was and it
was definitely my best “asset”! Thus I loved to wear anything that showed it
off – tight pants, short skirts, cutoffs and, well, you get the picture.
My hair was a bit of a mess so I quickly ran a brush through my hair and then
hurried to my parent’s bedroom. There on the bed was my mom and I couldn't
believe my eyes – she had on the identical outfit I did! Of course her boobs
were a LOT bigger and her pussy was much hairier than mine so it fit her
differently. Regardless of all that, all I could think at the moment was how
beautiful she was and how sexy she looked in that outfit! Sure, I’d seen my
mom nude all my life, including a few outfits as revealing as this one, but
there was something about being in the same outfit as her that made me feel
different than I had before.
Next to the bed, my dad was taking pictures of her so she didn't notice right
off the bat that I had entered the room but when my dad’s eyes widened as he
saw me she looked to see what he was staring at and realized I’d entered the
room. She turned and saw me in my matching outfit and then gave my dad a
glaring stare. Obviously he had not told her about my gift! She didn't look
so much mad or anything like that, more confused than anything else. My dad
just waved her off, laughed and motioned for me to get in bed next to her.
“So what do you think Mary?” he asked, “like mother like daughter?”
“Johnnnnn,” she said as I got on my knees next to her, “Just what do you
think you’re doing?”
My dad just grinned even wider and started taking photos of us. I have to
admit that felt a little odd at first. Over the years my dad had
photographed me many times, including when I was wearing outfits he had
bought me, but never in one even remotely as revealing as this negligee.
Even though I was accustomed to him seeing me naked, it was always in a non-
sexual way and I certainly had never posed for him being this close to being
nude! As always, my mom handled everything. She helped put me at ease by
making me pose the same as she did. Once she had us both on all fours and
told me to wiggle my butt. The sight of his wife and daughter showing off
our butts in front of him made my dad laugh and soon we were all giggling and
laughing together. I couldn't help but notice that my dad had quite the
erection by now which gave me a feeling that our little photo shoot was going
to be ending pretty soon. Sure enough, my mom couldn't keep her eyes off of
my dad’s cock as it pushed its way out of his pants and soon she whispered in
my ear, “Don’t you have to get ready for Greg dear?”
Even though I may have been half her age, I could take the hint! I kissed her
on the cheek and hopped off the bed. I didn't need to be told to close the
door on my way out. Although I loved my parents and it was good to know
that after all these years they could still behave like horny teenagers
together, sometimes it was annoying when they got horny and left me behind to
fend for myself.
Feeling a little left out, I returned to my bedroom and took off the
negligee, carefully folding it and placing it in the box it had come in. I
laid back on my bed, naked once again, and if I listened closely I could just
make out the sounds of my parents making love through the wall between our
bedrooms. Hearing my mother moaning made me think about Greg and how I was
going to be moaning later on myself when his cock was deep inside of me.
Mmmmmmm, from the wetness between my legs I realized that I was even hornier
than I’d thought!
My hands began to play with my boobs as I closed my eyes and remembered the
first time he fucked me. It was back during Christmas break and he had
stopped by to take me out to a movie. My mom had answered the door and
teased him a little about taking me out. Then she told him that since I
wasn't ready yet that he should go on up to my bedroom where he found me
sitting at my desk wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a smile, putting on my
makeup. Seeing me this way, he looked a bit surprised but if he’d known me
better he would’ve realized that the situation was even more unusual since
typically I don’t bother with the robe! Well, little did he know that my mom
and I had planned this all out before he had arrived.
Laying back on my bed, I squeezed my boobs harder as I remembered about how
we kissed and the way it felt as he groped and fondled me, his hands
exploring me and reaching under the robe. My hands wandered over my stomach
and down between my legs, repeating the motions that he’d made that day.
Goosebumps appeared and I shivered when my finger barely touched my enlarged
clit as I imagined it was Greg’s finger once again, reaching down my slipper
pussy clit until he could push it inside of me. I pushed my finger inside my
wet pussy and gasped as my hand pressed against my clit at the same time.
We certainly didn't waste any time that day getting into my bed. At first he
was a little shy about leaving my bedroom door open but I insisted and once
we started fucking he soon forgot all about it. Between my fingers playing
with my pussy, my other hand pinching my nipple, the sounds of my mom crying
out in the room next door, and finally the memory of how Greg’s stiff cock
had felt that first time he pushed it into me, I was soon on the verge of
cumming. I pushed a second finger into me and immediately was rewarded by a
flood of memories of how it felt to have his big cock drilling its way deeper
and deeper up inside my tight pussy. It felt like he was splitting me open
and stuffing me with his cock as he pushed himself even deeper into me. As I
started to cum, I thought about Greg fucking me in my bed, pumping his hard
dick in and out of me like a pile driver and then quickly cumming. My pussy
was on fire and my entire body broke out into goose bumps as I recalled the
warm sensation of his cum bursting from his cock deep inside of my pussy. I
moaned loudly and lifted my hips high off the bed as I pressed up against his
imaginary cock, trying to get him even deeper into me as he released one load
after another of his sperm into me. I will never forget looking over his
shoulder and seeing my mom with her head poked around the door, smiling at me
and giving me a thumbs up!
Greg collapsed on top of me with his cock still imbedded in me and never
noticed the big grin I returned back to my mom. As I did back then, I just
laid still in my bed, the afterglow of my orgasm running from head to toe.
The only thing missing now was the burning feeling of his throbbing cock
while it was still in me and yet again it made me think of our upcoming date
tonight. Mmmmmmm, I hoped he was as horny for me as I was for him! Knowing
Greg, I was sure that wasn't going to be a problem!
I washed up in the bathroom and sat down at my desk to fix my makeup. My
hair was a bit of a wreck, to say the least, and although I seem to be always
complaining about it being so straight, it was times like this where it
proved to be helpful in that with just a few quick strokes of my hairbrush
and it was back to its usual straight, down just past my shoulders,
completely unglamorous look. With a few quick shakes, I dusted a little baby
powder over my boobs and pussy. For whatever reason, I’ve found that guys
seem to like Johnson’s Baby Powder more than my most expensive perfume. I
don't know, maybe it makes them think I’m even younger than I am. To be
honest, it wasn’t something I figured out on my own but rather a helpful hint
from my mom and Aunt Linda.
My mom and I had gone out shopping earlier and she bought me this beautiful
dark blue strapless dress for me to wear tonight. I loved it because it had
enough support in the bust to make me look like I had boobs twice their real
size! Like a sexy glove, it clung to my body as if it was painted on over my
torso and from there it billowed out into a long skirt that would have
touched the floor if not for the four inch matching heels I’d be wearing. The
dress was designed such that I didn't need a separate bra as much out of
necessity as anything being how low cut it was. The skirt was loose around
my ass, enough that nobody would be able to tell that I wasn't wearing any
panties either.
As I twirled around in front of my mirror, making the skirt fill out and
flow, the silky material rubbed against my bare ass and it just felt soooooo
good. It wasn't a slutty dress, at least not like several I owned that were
so short they barely qualified as dresses. Instead, it had an elegance about
it that I was hoping would make Greg see me as being much older than fifteen,
even if I was just a couple of weeks away from my sweet sixteen birthday.
It was getting close to the time that Greg was to pick me up so I grabbed my
matching little black purse and walked past by parent’s bedroom towards the
stairs. Pausing in the hallway, I could hear them still going at it and a
wry smile came to my face. You had to hand it to them, they were twice my
age but could still go at it all night like two horny teenagers! Actually,
hearing them getting it on made me feel good. So many of my friend’s parents
were divorced or didn't get along and I felt extremely fortunate that my
parents seemed to be more in love with each other now than ever. I heard my
mother’s intense moans through the thin door and decided not to tell them
goodbye but rather leave them to their lovemaking.
Walking down the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder how what they were doing
compared to what I did with my boyfriends. In a way it was little strange to
me that my parents were so open in so many ways around me in terms of nudity,
masturbation and such; but yet when it came to actual intercourse they seemed
to be careful to keep a level of separation between them and me. While my
parents had both seen me with boys in my room (although the boys don’t know
that!) but yet I had never seen them together that way.
I had touched my dad’s dick once years ago when I was eight after my mom had
caught me watching him masturbate from the hallway. Although he came as I
touched him it was only to show me what how a man reacted and not anything
sexual per sé between us. Since then I’d never touched him there nor had he
ever in my life touched me in a sexual way. I briefly remembered about how
my mom and I had posed for him earlier and a smile came to my face as I
recalled how hard he’d gotten. At first I had a strange idea that maybe it
was me that was turning him on but as it turned out, it was really my mom
that was catching his eye. Whenever I saw him this sexually excited, it
always ended up the same way – me leaving them so he could fuck my mom.
Of course I’d heard of fathers and daughters having sexual relationships but
it was obvious to me at the time that my dad wasn't interested in me that
way. I was proud that he thought I was sexy and pretty but it never crossed
my mind it might be anything more than that. I just loved being his little
girl!
Chapter 2 – Dinner and The Incline
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My thoughts were interrupted when Greg pulled into the driveway and I stood
there waiting for him at the door. What the heck, I was dressed up like a
lady so why not have him treat me like one and walk me to his car from the
door! Greg was dressed nicely in a handsome suit that looked like it was
brand new and he looked really sharp. He opened the door for me and then
closed it as I got into the car and we were off. I looked back and couldn't
help but smile as I wondered how long it would be before my parents realized
I had gone. Well, for their sake I hoped it wouldn’t be for a while yet!
Greg drove me to dinner at a fancy restaurant overlooking the city. We
parked and then rode The Incline up the steep hill from the parking lot to
Mt. Washington. Several other couples were in the cab with us and it was a
quick ride to the top. From there it was a short chilly walk to the
restaurant but fortunately I was wearing a warm jacket that helped. Once
inside the host looked at us a bit quizzically and once he seated us I
realized why. We were by far the youngest couple in the place and probably
half the age of the next youngest. Looking at the menu I realized why. My
God, the prices were exorbitant! I sucked in my breath and Greg must have
noticed.
“Don’t worry Kelly,” he assured me holding my hand across the table, “I
wanted tonight to be special and you’re worth it.”
Well, it was indeed a wonderful dinner. The whole thing took close to three
hours and we had a great view of the city at night looking through the full
length windows that lined the outside of the restaurant. Greg was a perfect
gentleman throughout and the waiter even treated us like adults and not a
couple of teenage interlopers crashing the fancy restaurant. Although we
didn't have any wine, which undoubtedly helped to keep the tab low, I stole a
peek at the bill afterwards and saw it was close to $100! Well, this
certainly qualified as the most expensive dinner anyone had ever bought me.
We headed back to The Incline Back and this time there were no other
passengers on board. Having ridden it many times, I knew the trip only took
a few minutes but why waste such an opportunity? As soon as we got in the car
I slid close to him in the seat and put my hand on his crotch. This was
actually the first time all night anything sexual had come up between us so I
figured he had to be horny as hell waiting for me.
I looked Greg in the eyes and he smiled back at me which was all I needed. I
quickly unzipped his pants and reached in for his cock which was already
starting to stiffen. The car lurched and we started down the hill as the
cable slowly lowered us. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth and
started sucking it, nothing fancy as we didn't have a lot of time, just a
simple up and down motion as my mouth pulled on his cock and my tongue ran
all over it. He got hard almost instantly which was amazing considering how
big he was when he was erect.
A thought suddenly went through my head, “Where does the blood come from to
fill this big thing?” I only dwelled on this for a moment as I glanced to the
side and saw the other car was about to pass us. The Incline had two cars on
the same cable such that as one car went up the other went down. This meant
they always passed right in the middle of the hill and it was traditional for
the passengers in one car to wave to the others. I kept sucking Greg though
and as we passed we both waved to the other car. It looked like there were
at least three other couples dressed like they were fresh from some fancy
party and at first I don't think they could quite believe what they saw.
Suddenly I saw two of the women put their hands to their face and the guys
were pointing at us. It only lasted a moment though as the other car quickly
passed by and Greg was laughing so hard it was hard to keep him in my mouth.
I buried my face in his crotch until I had him all the way in my mouth and
his pubic hair filled my face and the laughing stopped as he gasped.
“Oh fuck Kelly, that is incredible!” he groaned, “That’s it, take it all in
your mouth.”
I wiggled my head around his cock and I could feel him beginning to swell and
I knew he was about to cum. If I had a few more minutes I am sure I could
have gotten him off but just then the car lurched and I knew we were at the
end of the trip. I sat up and wiped the spit from my mouth as he quickly put
himself back in and zipped up his pants. We were just in time as the doors
opened and the next group of people were waiting for us to get out.
Greg stood up and I almost laughed out loud. His cock was so hard it stuck
out from pants and it had to be obvious to everyone he had one hell of an
erection! Two middle age couples were there and it was obvious from the way
their eyes widened and the studiously avoided even touching us as we got out.
One of the women looked at me and I quickly licked my lips seductively. She
quickly looked away and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at her
discomfort. I looked back as we left the station and I could see them all
talking and looking back at us. I could just imagine what they were saying.
Chapter 3 – The Hotel Room
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It was freezing so we quickly crossed the bridge over the road and got into
his car. I really wasn't sure what was next but he headed to Station Square
and after the brief ride pulled up to the Sheraton where the valet opened my
door and let me out. Greg gave him the keys and the valet look back at me
with a bit of a question in his expression. I was obviously not even
eighteen and with the dress I was wearing there was only one reason the two
of us would be spending the evening in a hotel room! It turned out that Greg
had checked in earlier before he picked me up so we avoided the clerk at the
desk and any questions he might have. Instead we went straight to the
elevators and up to our floor.
We stood there holding hands as the elevator ascended. We actually had not
said a word to each other since pulling up to the hotel and Greg had not
mentioned even going to one before so it was sort of surreal to be heading to
a hotel room together. Greg broke the silence and leaned over to kiss me
gently.
‘I know we haven’t discussed this but I didn't think there would be a
problem. If you don't want to just say so and we can leave right now.”
I put my arms around him and then let one hand slip down between his legs
where I got a handful of his balls and cock and gently squeezed them. He was
still a bit erect and I knew it wasn’t going to take much to push him over
the edge.
“You know how I feel Greg,” I whispered back to him, “Don't worry, I want
to.”
That was all we said from that moment until we got to the door of our room.
Despite my horniness and the sexual lust I’d been feeling for Greg all
evening, I still felt a little tense as he put the key card in the door. I’d
been fucked in a lot of places by a number of guys but this was the first
time a guy had brought me to a hotel room for the explicit purpose of having
sex with me. Was this how it felt to be a hooker? Greg wasn't paying me in
cash but in a way what was the point of dinner really? Wasn’t that actually
just his way of paying me for what he really wanted from me tonight, to fuck
me
I was under no delusions that Greg dated me for my witty conversation or
bubbly personality. Like every guy I’d ever dated, Greg wanted me for just
one thing – sex. It wasn't that I minded, what else would I expect from a
teenage boy. Even if I dated a guy who I didn't have sex with, I still knew
from the looks he gave me and the bulge in his crotch that he wanted me. It
was different tonight for some reason, like I was making a transition of some
sort although I wasn't quite sure even what it was.
Greg had to enter his card a couple of times before the light would turn
green on the door and he was just about to give up when an older guy, looking
like your typical businessman staying at yet another hotel, stepped out from
the room opposite ours to head down the hall towards the elevators. He took
a good look at me and then at Greg and I could have sworn he winked at Greg.
Horny old bastard was probably wishing it was his room I was going to!
Greg finally got the door open and we slipped inside. It wasn't anything
special, a couple of beds, a small table, and a dresser with a TV on it. On
top the TV was a guide for the in-room movies and a remote. Before we got in
any further the bathroom was right by the entrance and suddenly I felt this
tremendous urge to pee. I told Greg I needed to use it and closed the door
behind me. I didn't mind my parents watching me use the bathroom but I was
raised with enough modesty that I didn't want my boyfriend to watch. In
addition, I liked sex but I wasn’t kinky and any thoughts of doing anything
in the bathroom with a guy other than maybe showering together or using the
sink- top was totally off limits for me.
I noticed that there was a robe hanging on the back of the door and so I
slipped my dress up over my head and kicked off my heels. I loved the way
the heels made me look but God they hurt! It seemed a shame in a way that I
wasn't able to make use of my bare ass under my dress to tease Greg in some
way but I knew someday I would get another opportunity with somebody. I sat
on the toilet and felt that intense sense of relief that comes when your
bladder is about to burst and you let lose that first flow of pee. A big
sigh erupted from me and I put my hand to my mouth as I didn't want Greg to
think I was starting anything without him!
When I was finished I checked myself out in the mirror and debated the robe.
On one hand it would be sexy to leave wearing nothing but my heels but I
nixed that idea. Then I WOULD be a hooker for crying out loud! Instead I
wrapped the robe around me. It was huge and came down past my knees and
completely covered me. The terrycloth felt good though and I wondered if
Greg would let me take it home. One more look in the mirror and I took a
deep breath and let it out slowly, my cheeks filling with air as I released
it. My hands lifted up my air and fluffed it out over the robe and I was as
ready as I ever would be.
Stepping out into the room, at first I didn't see Greg. As I moved in
farther I saw he was already in bed under covers. One look at the chair with
his clothes draped over it and I knew there wasn't anything under the sheets
but him! He had the TV remote on the table next to him and was looking
through the movie guide. Suddenly a funny thought ran through my head. I
had been fucked a couple of times in a movie theater and in fact had given my
first blowjob in one. It was almost as if tonight I was in a private theater
with all the room and comfort I had dreamed of during those cramped times
when we struggled to get positioned in the dark.
“Hmmmmmm, is there something on that’s more interesting than me?” I asked
coyly.
Greg seemed nervous at first and then realized I was just teasing him. I sat
on the side of the bed and took the guide from him.
“Let me see,” I said as I looked it over, “Here’s a nice family film. What
do you think?”
Greg laughed and reached up for me. He pulled me down next to him although I
was still in the robe and he was under the covers. He hesitated for a second
and then seemed to gain courage.
“Do you like porn movies Kelly?” he asked. “I always thought it would be
cool to watch one with a girl.”
If I’d been totally honest I would’ve told him flat out that I didn't - which
was the truth. My dad had quite a collection and he enjoyed watching his
share so I’d seen them before. Although it was obvious they turned my dad on
from the way he got himself off as he watched, they never seemed to have that
effect on me. My mom and I talked about it and she agreed with me but tried
to make me understand my dad’s reaction. In a way it helped me because it
helped me to realize why the boys got so turned on when I teased them and
flirted with them, even though at times it seemed a little silly to me. It
also helped me understand, even if I didn't like the answer, why men didn't
seem to realize what it took to get me off. Sure I could be brought to an
orgasm if a guy fucked me and played with my clit long enough. But for me,
and my mom totally agreed with me on this one, a good orgasm was 90% mental
and 10% physical.
Some of my best orgasms so far had not been necessarily with the hottest guy
or the one with the best “technique”. For me it had more to do with how and
where we did it than how he touched me. Naughty sex in a theater made me cum
much harder than doing me in his bedroom with nobody home. Seeing two people
fucking on the TV didn't do a thing for me because I wasn't involved. Now if
I was to watch say my best friend and her guy doing it, THAT would certainly
be a different story because I could relate to them. Simply watching a
couple of whores (yes, I consider the guys whores as well in porn flicks)
fucking in front of a camera crew on a set wasn't the least bit sexy so far
as I was concerned. There WAS one thing though that porn flicks were good
for though. I did learn a few good techniques watching the “pros”!
So anyway, instead of spoiling his plans I gave him a sexy smile and licked
my lips. “Mmmmmmm,” I purred, “you pick one out and let’s watch it
together.” Greg didn't hesitate, he had obviously figured it all out while I
was in the bathroom and he turned on the movie. It had just started and sure
enough, two girls were fucking some “lucky” guy. I wanted to laugh but I bit
my lip instead. The usual guy fantasy. I liked to be alone with a guy to
have sex. Why would I want to share a cock with another girl? I guess it was
sort of like porn movies, maybe someday I would just to please some guy just
as I was watching this now to please Greg.
Greg turned out the lights in the room so the only light was from the
flickering glow of the TV screen. I laid next to him and his hand began to
work its way slowly under my robe. They reached my boobs and I felt him
squeeze each one and play with my nipples. A tingle ran through me as my
nipples responded and hardened between his fingers. I was on my back with
Greg on his side and he took his other hand and started playing with my hair.
God I loved that! Stroking my hair was almost better than playing with my
boobs. Almost mind you!
I wasn't watching the movie but rather closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of
his hands groping me. I could still hear the soundtrack though and the
moans of the girls filled the room as Greg began to explore the rest of my
body. I untied the robe and let it drape open. I could see my nude body
outlined in the dim light and Greg’s hand as he moved it over my stomach and
down my side, over hips and then down my leg as far as he could reach. His
hand turned back and this time was on the inside of my thigh and I jumped as
it tickled just a bit. He was almost to my crotch when he gently massaged
my inner thigh while at the same time his fingers worked through my hair and
played along my ears and neck. I felt so relaxed and comfortable.
Greg threw the covers off of himself and helped my arms out of the robe such
that I was now completely out of it and laying on top of it on the bed. He
slid over towards me until I felt his warm naked body pressing up against
mine. His cock was rock hard and pressed against my hip like a warm thick rod
and his hips moved in a slow thrusting motion to make it rub up against me.
I spread my legs more for him and he took the hint, moving his hand upwards
until he cupped my pussy in his large hand. His fingers moved around my
pussy as his palm pressed against my clit. I moaned softly as I felt myself
reacting inside, getting warmer and more moist with each movement of his
hand. Neither of us said a word as he fondled me gently.
It was so opposite to the wild scene on the screen where this guy was fucking
a woman so hard it looked like he was going to drive himself right through
her. I was loving what Greg was doing though, gently touching me and running
his fingers now through my pussy hair, twisting it in small circles and
running it around my clit. Then his finger began to press harder and work
its way between my pussy lips until he found my hole and pushed his finger
just a little inside of me. He wet his fingertip and used my wetness to
lubricate the rest of my pussy making his fingers glide over my clit and
driving me straight to my first climax. My hips surged upwards and I gasped
as suddenly my pussy was on fire and my entire body felt like an electric
shock had surged through me.
“Oh god, that’s it!” I cried out, “Don’t stop... make me cum Greg!”
I bounced my hips up and down like I was being fucked and he somehow kept his
hand on my crotch, his finger now pushing its way inside of me while he
worked his thumb on my exploding clit. I reached down and grabbed his cock,
holding on to it like it was a life preserver as I drowned in my orgasm. My
other hand clutched my boob and I squeezed it tightly. This was what I loved
about sex, what I craved, what I needed. I could barely breath and finally I
collapsed down in the bed and just let the waves of pleasure course through
me. I was panting and trying to catch my breath as Greg pushed himself
harder into my side. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too.
“Fuck me Greg,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes, “Fuck me now.”
Greg pushed me over on my side facing away from him and his hand worked its
way between my legs from behind. He pushed himself up against me until I
could feel his rock hard dick pushing against my ass. I lifted my topmost leg
and placed it over him. He reached over me and between my legs to grab his
cock and direct it to my pussy hole. I could feel the head pressing up
against me now and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel it in
me, to feel Greg violate my most private place, to couple my body with his.
I reached down to help him and the tip of his cock began to split apart my
pussy.
“Push it in me Greg... fuck my pussy... fuck my cunt,” I begged him. Greg
groaned as he pressed his hips into my ass, forcing his cock to penetrate me.
Greg had the biggest cock of any boy I had fucked yet and when he entered me
it was like he was splitting me apart. I felt my crotch spread apart as he
pushed himself slowly inside of me. This was the moment I looked forward to
whenever I masturbated and thought about being fucked – that first time he
entered me, feeling him put a part of his body inside of mine. It was so
incredible for me to feel myself filling inside and realizing it was his cock
that I was feeling as it probed my body and pushed its way even further up
inside of me. Finally I could feel the base of his cock up against my crotch
and the feel of his thick pubic hair against my smooth bare ass.
“Oh fuck Kelly, you’re cunt is so god damn tight,” he groaned as he tried to
push even harder against me. He started stroking himself in and out of me,
slowly at first and the gradually building up speed. His hand wrapped around
me and cradled my boob as my head was down against his other outstretched
arm. The damn bed had a squeak somewhere in the mattress and as he started
banging me harder it got louder and louder. I played with my clit as I felt
his hot breath on my neck while he fucked me. Damn it felt so good and after
having dreamed of it so many times today it was almost like I was in heaven
as he was finally fucking me hard.
Greg suddenly pulled out of me and twisted me over on my stomach. He lifted
up on my hips and I got up on my knees, knowing what he wanted. His hand
spread my pussy apart and once again I felt the fullness of his cock push its
way into me from behind.. I rocked on my elbows and knees in time with his
thrusts, helping to drive him deep into me. Greg held my by the hips and
pushed and pulled me as he went in and out of me, driving his cock until he
was slapping up against my ass and then pulling out until his cock was barely
in me. A couple of time he overdid it and his cock would flop out of my
pussy. I would cry out for him to get back in me and he was soon back at
work, screwing me with his cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned. I wanted him to cum in my pussy but he
pulled out and grabbed my hair, yanking my head to his cock. “Open your
mouth slut,” he demanded, “I want to cum all over your face you little
whore.”
I gladly did as he told me although I wasn't sure if he was just talking
dirty or if his true feelings about me were coming out in his lust. Being
called a slut I didn't mind – I worked hard to earn that moniker but I wasn't
any whore! My mouth was only an inch or two from his cock and he was
stroking himself with his hand. I opened wide just in time as I watched a
stream of creamy cum spew from his cock and hit my open mouth perfectly. My
tongue could taste the cum that pooled on it as another stream erupted
followed by even more. He hit me on the face and then one shot went on my
hair. I grabbed his cock with my mouth and was able to take the last couple
of loads directly into my mouth, feeling his cock throbbing as it shot its
final load down my throat. I held onto his cock, sucking the last few drops
from it as he put his hands behind my head and pulled me tight into his
crotch.
“Suck it bitch,” he growled at me, “Drink my cum, swallow it like a good
little slut.”
I could smell heavy odor of his sweaty crotch as my nose was buried in his
pubic hair, a thick mixture of male sweat combined with my own pussy juices.
His cum tasted extremely salty and bitter but I loved it and swallowed it
eagerly as I sucked on his now dwindling cock. I glanced over at the TV and
smiled to myself. The girl was being sprayed with cum by two guys and god,
what a mess they were making on her! I could feel Greg’s cum on my face and
chin and I could only imagine the mess it was making of my hair. Why guys
like so much to cum on a girl’s face is beyond me. I figure it must be a
domination thing or something like that but since they obviously loved it so
much I just reconciled myself to putting up with the mess.
Honestly, I much prefer to feel a guy cumming in my pussy or at least IN my
mouth but most guys still want to see it ON me. Maybe it also has something
to do with being afraid of getting me pregnant even though I had been on the
pill since I was 14. I hate condoms, they are so unfair to the girl. The
guy gets to do everything he would have done anyway but the girl doesn't get
to feel his cum as it shoots from him. For crying out loud, what’s the point
of letting a guy cum with his cock inside of you if you can’t feel it when he
dumps his load in you? I know, guys also complain that condoms diminishes
their enjoyment but I figure it can’t be all that bad since they cum anyway.
With all the talk about condoms, I have yet to hear anybody express and
concern about the girl who is robbed of that wonderful feeling deep inside if
her when a load of warm cum is being released in her.
Greg dropped to the bed on his back and spread his arms out to his side. He
let out a loud groan saying, “Damn the was incredible Kelly. God you’re SUCH
a good fuck!”
I ended up using the sheet to wipe my face off after which I snuggled up to
the side of him, half on him and half off with my upper leg draped over his
such that my pussy was pressed up against his side. My upper boob rested on
his chest while the other was squeezed between us as I laid my head on the
top of his chest and just held on to him, feeling the warm afterglow I always
got after a good fuck. He had one arm under me and his hand cupped my
buttocks, squeezing my ass softly as he pulled me up tight against him. His
other hand played with my hair against and I felt a tingle down my spine as
he pulled softly on it.
My pussy was throbbing like a beating heart and to be honest, I found myself
wishing he would fuck me again. Unfortunately, from the look of his now
flaccid cock, it didn't appear like that was going to happen anytime again
soon. I held onto his soft cock with my hand as we just stayed together that
what, neither of us saying a word but just relishing the feeling of being
next to each other in this intimate way.
I could have easily fallen asleep this way but I had no desire to spend the
night with him. Sure, I loved to be fucked by Greg but I didn't want him to
get any ideas that it was anything more than that. For goodness sakes, we
hadn't even kissed the whole time we were in bed tonight! It was just good
old sex between us and as for me, I was more than happy with just that.
Feeling the urge to go potty, I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom.
As I passed the mirror I took a peek and saw that my face was flushed beet
red and my hair was an absolute wreck! I took a comb and tried to get his cum
out of my hair before it dried any more. From bitter past experience, I knew
that nothing was harder to get out of your hair than dried cum. The stuff
seemed to be bullet proof and water repellent! Eventually I gave up and
washed out the comb and then washed the remaining cum from my face.
Returning back to the bed, I noted that Greg hadn’t budged and inch and if
anything, I could hear the hint of a snore!.
“Hey horny boy, get up and take me home!” I called out to him, shaking his
shoulders to wake him.
Greg just grunted so I went over and shook him. He finally sat up and
reluctantly began to get dressed. I started back to the bathroom to get my
dress when I looked at the TV again. Two girls were going at it now and so I
paused to watch them for a moment. It was interesting as I had never been
with another girl and the only pussy I had ever tasted was my own. I had
masturbated with a number of my friends over the years but we never touched
each other. Watching the two on the screen I wondered for a moment what it
would be like to kiss another girl and lick her warm pussy? Boys tasted
different and their cum especially varied a lot in taste and texture. How
much different would another girl taste compared to my pussy? I shrugged my
shoulders and went to get my dress. I pulled it over me and straightened it
out. My heels were as uncomfortable as ever and I was ready to go.
Greg hadn't bothered putting his tie back on and he still looked a bit
disheveled but at least he was up and ready to go. We left the room and
headed for the lobby. Waiting for the valet to get his car, I felt like
every guy around us was looking at me as if they knew exactly what Greg and I
had been doing. Instead of feeling embarrassed though I found myself getting
turned on by it. I liked knowing that every last one of them was probably
jealous as hell of Greg and that if I would let them, each and every one of
them would fuck me in a heartbeat. It was almost scary to have that much
power over men!
Our car finally arrived though and Greg drove me home in about fifteen
minutes. I sat next to him on the way and he drove silently with his arm
around me, gripping my upper arm with his strong hand. Once back in our
driveway, like a gentleman he walked me to the door where he kissed me
goodnight.
“You were absolutely fantastic tonight Kelly,” he said as he held my hands.
“You’re definitely the sexiest girl I’ve ever known.”
I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed involuntarily at the compliment. “Thank
you Greg, for a wonderful evening. You know, you’re not too bad yourself.”
We both just grinned and then he slowly turned back to go to his car as I
went inside. My mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee and so I went back to
see her.
“Hey girl, pretty late aren’t you?” she said but it was with a smile. “Have
a good time?”
I grinned and said in reply, “Oh yeah, we had a great evening.”
“Well, it must have been pretty wild,” she said. I looked at her with a
quizzical look and she started to laugh softly at me. “Kelly, you really do
need to clean up better before you come home. God, how did you get so much
cum in your hair?”
I put my hand to my head and she laughed harder. “Got ya! Well, it must have
been pretty wild if you were worried about that so c’mon and sit down girl,
tell your horny mom all about it – and I want all the details girl!”
I sat down with my mom and we talked for the next half hour, just mother and
daughter. My mom loved to hear about my dates and I think sometimes she
lived a bit vicariously through me since more than once I know she went to
her room and masturbated afterwards. Although I suspected she hadn't told me
everything, from what she did confess to it sounded like she had some pretty
wild teenage years and I hoped someday to find out more about them.
I was exhausted though so finally I begged her to let me get to bed. I
stripped off my dress and plopped into bed, pulling the covers over me to
keep my naked body warm. My hand found its way to my pussy and I feel asleep
holding myself, dreaming of Greg’s cock in me. This was definitely my best
Valentine’s Day ever!
THE END
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