Subject: My First Blowjob
Story Codes: mf oral first
Diary Date: July 16, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I’d recently let Steve fondle my boobs which was as far as I’d gone with
any guy so far. I hadn’t even touched a real cock yet, at least not with
anything sexual in mind. Looking back it was a shame that I waited so
long to get started but then, how could I have known that I would love
sucking cock so much?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Pointers From Mom
Chapter 2 – At the Movie Theater With Steve
Chapter 3 – Back Home With Mom
Chapter 1 – Pointers From Mom
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By the time I was fourteen and getting ready for high school, a lot of
things were changing in my life. At the beginning of summer vacation I’d
spent a weekend camping with Sharon and few other girlfriends at their
camp. Sharon's sixteen year-old brother Steve tagged along. Me and my
friends wore nothing but skimpy bikinis the entire weekend which we knew
was driving Steve crazy. The poor boy must have masturbated a dozen times
before the weekend was over!
After that weekend I was thrilled and not just a little surprised when
Steve called and asked me out. He had a bit of a “reputation” for
fooling around with the older girls at school and for him to ask me out
was almost an honor considering how young and inexperienced I was. Steve
took me to a 4th of July carnival and for most of the day was the perfect
gentleman to me which sort of surprised (and disappointed) me based on
what I’d heard about him. By evening I was beginning to wondered if
anything was ever going to happen but while we watched the fireworks he
finally made his move and I felt the touch of a boy’s hands on my boobs
for the first time. Although I was probably at least as horny as he was,
I wouldn't let him go any further that night. Instead, I promised him
that he would get to know all of me someday and I meant it when I said it
– especially the “all of me” part. He asked me out again and I had no
doubt it was more because he wanted in my pants than my bubbly
personality but then, what difference did it really make WHY he asked me
out? What was important was that he did. For the first few dates I only
let him play with my boobs but from the bulge in his pants I knew what he
really wanted. It wasn't that I didn't want it as well - I was fingering
myself every night and often during the day as well dreaming thinking
about Steve, especially that mysterious bulge in his pants. While I
enjoyed going out with him. I also knew he would probably stop taking me
out if I didn't put out more for him soon.
Finally after lying in bed after our last date, exhausted from some heavy
masturbating, I decided it was time. It was an important decision.
Letting a guy grope my boobs wasn't that big a deal, but to go any
further represented a major step for me – especially when people found
out since I was sure Steve brag about it to his friends afterwards.
Eventually I did what I always did when facing a major decision - I
sought out the advice of my mom.
Strange as that may sound to sound to some people, you need to understand
that for me, she was more than just a mom, she was also a best friend. I
knew I could count on her to always tell me the truth and her
confidentiality would have put a priest to shame. She had also been my
sexual mentor growing up, not that we had sex or anything weird like
that, but rather that she taught me what I needed to know. One of her
first “lessons” was back when I was just eight after she caught me
watching my dad masturbating for the first time. That night in the hot
tub she had me stroke my dad’s penis so I could understand how it worked.
Consider it a sex-ed class with a live demonstration as there was nothing
sexual about it, at least so far as I was concerned.
As I got older my mom taught me more about sex when it was appropriate so
it wasn't like I didn't fully understand the birds and the bees. Mom even
shared a few tips on masturbating and offered her dildo collection to me
even though I rarely took her up on that one. I couldn't wait to get
home the night Steve first kissed and fondled me to tell her all about
it. I don’t know who was more exited – me or her! When I came to her and
announced my decision about my intentions for my date that night with
Steve, my mom was excited for me but she also appeared a bit apprehensive
as well.
“So... just how far do you intend to go with this boy?” my mom asked. It
was just a question, not an accusation or criticism.
“I don’t really know for sure mom,” I answered truthfully. “I was
actually thinking more about me doing something to him tonight.”
“Ahhhhh, you mean a blowjob?” she asked, raising her eyebrows, “Are you
sure you’re ready for that? I mean, don’t get me wrong but you still
haven’t even touched a boy’s cock and yet you think you’re ready to suck
one? Don’t get me wrong, it’s OK and I know you’ll enjoy it but I just
don’t want you to rush into things.”
“I guess I am,” I said, suddenly feeling a bit defensive about saying it
for some reason. We had discussed sex and even oral sex before but never
in terms of me actually doing it with a boy. I guess it shouldn’t have
been a surprise that discussing me actually DOING it would be different
than just an abstract conversation.
“You understand that he will undoubtedly tell his friends,” she said.
She paused for a moment to see my reaction and then continued, “Every boy
you date from now on will be expecting you to suck his dick. Now there’s
far worse reputations a girl can have but you need to consider carefully
as to whether this is what you want people to think about you.”
I shrugged my shoulders. What was the big deal after all? I knew a lot
of girls that gave BJs and people didn't say anything bad about them. If
anything, they seemed to be more popular, especially with the boys.
Besides, it wasn't like they were having sex. It was just a BJ.
“Well, like I said I don't see any reason why you shouldn’t. You’re
fourteen after all so if anything I’m surprised you waited this long to
be honest, especially given how often you masturbate!” she said,
shrugging her shoulders. Then she smiled and asked, “Soooooo, I take it
you’d like a few pointers?”
I just nodded, maybe a little embarrassed but thankful she had offered so
I didn't have to ask. Sure I’d seen plenty of blowjobs from my dad’s
porn movies but when it came to doing one myself, well that was just a
little scary. My biggest fear was that Steve would think I was some
immature little girl who didn't know what she was doing! God, what if I
couldn't make him cum? I think if that happened I would die of
humiliation! My mom disappeared to her bedroom and returned shortly with
one of her favorite dildos. She had quite a collection but this one
actually LOOKED like a real cock and it was made from some sort of latex
material that made it feel more real than her vibrating dildos. For the
next hour or so we sat on my bed while she demonstrated various
techniques and then had me try them, critiquing me and offering me
advice. Finally she seemed satisfied with my performance.
“Well, if you can do it HALF that good on Steve then I’m sure he’ll love
it!” she announced, “I’m proud of you Kelly - you seem to have a natural
talent for it.”
It pleased me that my mom thought I was doing so good so I kissed her on
the forehead and thanked her. She hugged me in return and then looked me
straight in the eyes saying, “I know you’ll make me proud of my little
girl. Now don't forget, I want to hear ALL about it when you get back,
ok?!”
Chapter 2 – At the Movie Theater With Steve
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Steve picked me up a little while later. I wondered if he caught the
look in my mom’s eyes when she saw him take my hand and start to lead me
out the door. When he wasn't looking she winked at me and gave me a
thumbs up. I doubt there are many girls who get to go out on a date with
the intention of sucking her first cock with their mom acting as a
cheerleader on the sidelines! I felt an incredible love for my mother at
that moment and once again I knew I was one VERY lucky girl to have a
mother who was so supportive of me.
Steve must have been horny too as he didn’t waste any time driving
straight to the movie complex where he found some seats in the back as
far from anyone else as possible. Obviously watching the movie was not
what he had in mind which was fine with me as I had no intentions of
watching much if it either. It was the middle of summer and I was dressed
for it - my shortest cutoffs, skimpiest tube top, sneakers, and not a
single thing more other than the makeup on my face and the baby powder I
had lightly sprinkled over my boobs. My mom had suggested this to me once
she found out he was playing with my boobs and sure enough, the light
scent and smooth feeling it gave them drove Steve nuts!
When I sat down in the seat the crotch of my shorts was so thin and tight
it rode up into my pussy. The theater lights were still on and I could
see Steve's eyes staring at my all but exposed crotch. He seemed a
little embarrassed when he realized I saw him looking at me that way, but
I smiled at him to let him know I didn't mind. If anything, I WANTED him
to be ultra-horny tonight! I looked at him and licked my lips
suggestively, just enough for him to know I was waiting for him to make
his next move.
The theater was new and featured those stadium style high-back seats with
armrests that pulled up between the seats. Steve lifted the one between
us out of the way which allowed me to wiggle over next to him. Steve put
his arm around my shoulders and held my upper arm. Then he pulled me
towards him and we kissed long and hard, his tongue reaching into my
mouth and mine meeting his. As we kissed, I could feel my pussy getting
that itch it always got when I was really horny and I couldn't wait for
the lights to go down. There were other people in the theater but none
within a few rows of us. I’m sure they saw us kissing and given the
“bad” seats we were in with a nearly empty theater, I don’t doubt they
knew we weren’t planning to watch the movie but then we were teenagers so
what else would they expect?
Finally the previews finished and the lights went out as the feature
began. I figured there was no sense in wasting time so I reached up and
moved his hand from my upper arm to my waiting breast. He squeezed it and
his kiss intensified. I moaned just a bit as he rubbed my nipple through
the thin fabric of my tube top. His hand cupped my entire breast and once
again I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him fondle me this way.
He wasn't wasting any time either as he slipped his hand under my tube
top so he was touching my powdered boob and playing with my hardening
nipple.
We continued to kiss while he groped my boobs and soon he started to run
his other hand over my bare skin - which was most of me in the outfit I
was wearing! I almost jumped out of my seat as he ran his fingers up my
bare inner thighs. The skin there was soft and smooth, not to mention
sensitive as hell! He started to reach for my crotch but I pushed his
hand away and whispered, "Not yet – I have a better idea."
He looked disappointed but that disappeared when I reached over and put
my hand between his legs. It was the first time I had touched him like
this and I was thrilled by the feel of his hard cock through his baggy
jeans. Needless to say he wasn't complaining and he spread his legs apart
to make it easier for me to hold him. I squeezed him gently and rubbed
him though his jeans. I looked at him and decided to stop being coy and
let him know exactly what I wanted.
“Mmmmmmm, I want your cock Steve!” I whispered to him. Steve looked at
me with a big grin on his face. This was the first time I’d said those
words to him and I knew he had to be looking forward to what was about to
happen – maybe even as much as I was!
I started fumbling with his jeans – it WAS dark after all and I didn’t
have any experience taking someone else’s pants off! Steve smiled at my
efforts and reached down to unsnap them for me. After I unzipped them I
reached inside and my heart was pounding as I worked my fingers under the
elastic of his underwear. I couldn't believe I was finally going to put
my hand down a boy’s pants! I’d dreamed and masturbated so many times
about this moment and now it was coming true! Steve was wearing jockey
shorts which were tight but I still managed to slip my hand inside of
them.
The first thing I felt was his stiff curly pubic hair and then my fingers
touched the head of his cock and my heart skipped a beat. I was feeling
my first hard cock! As my hand worked its way farther down his shaft, I
touched my fingers to him and then held him like I was grabbing a
broomstick. I couldn't believe how hard and warm it felt! Yet as hard as
the shaft was, the skin felt so soft and smooth in my hands. Steve
pulled his underwear down and held it out of the way which allowed me to
look down and see my hand around him, his cock head poking out of my
hand. My eyes were becoming adjusted to the light and I could see pretty
clearly. It looked so cool to see my hand around him and it seemed
almost surreal to me that I had his cock in my hand right in the middle
of the movie theater! For some reason, taking his cock out of his jeans
seemed so much naughtier to me than exposing my boobs. A guy playing
with a girl’s breasts was no big deal but when a girl had her hand on a
guy’s cock it seemed to imply something much more personal and naughty.
Steve whispered, "Stroke it Kelly."
I was only too happy to do what he asked. I tried to recall all the
things my mom had taught me but there’s a big difference between playing
with a dildo in my bedroom and actually holding a real cock in my hand!
As I ran my hand up and down his shaft his hips started to move in sync
with my strokes. I could feel his cock swelling and it excited me to
know it was me causing him to react this way. Steve evidently was fed up
with holding his underwear out of the way as he slid his pants and
underwear down to his ankles which gave me complete access to his cock
and balls. He was so horny that I was sure that the thought of someone
catching him sitting bare-bottomed with his girlfriend’s hand around his
cock probably never even occurred to him. It DID occur to me but it only
made me all the more excited about what we were doing. With his clothes
out of the way, I reached down and felt his balls in my hand. They were
like loose sacks with something hard inside of them that rolled around as
I played with them. Thick pubic hair covered everything and I could
smell the sexy musk odor of his male crotch.
“Careful with the boys,” Steve whispered.
Well, I’d already been warned by my mom to be gentle with his balls so I
didn't squeeze them or anything stupid like that. In the low light his
cock actually looked at lot like my dad’s except unlike with my dad’s
erections, I knew Steve’s was hard because of ME. Mmmmmmm, I was holding
Steve’s cock in my hand and I knew all he wanted at that moment was to
fuck me. It made me feel incredibly sexy and hot knowing he wanted me
but THAT would have to wait for another time. Meanwhile, I had other
plans for his cock!
I continued to stroke him for a while but it was not my intent to just
give him a hand job. I suspected that was all he really was expecting,
despite what he might be wishing for. Well, it was time for me to
surprise him for once and show him I wasn't just some little fourteen
year old baby who had to be shown everything. He would soon learn that I
could do anything the older girls did! Without a word I slid down to the
floor and moved over until I was kneeling between his legs. Fortunately
the theater floor was clean for once!
I kept my grip on his cock the whole time and once I was comfortably
positioned between his knees I looked up at him with an innocent look
that I knew would drive him crazy. My tongue ran around my lips
seductively and I had no doubt that Steve knew exactly what I intended to
do. He had the biggest grin on his face as he put his hand on the top of
my head and pulled my head gently forward. I hesitated and looked at his
cock which was just inches in front of my face. I could smell the strong
scent of his crotch as my heart pounded in my chest. This wasn't just a
dildo in front of me, it was Steve’s DICK and I was about to take it in
my mouth! It wasn't quite like giving up my virginity but it definitely
would put me in a different classification of girls – one of those slutty
ones who everyone knew suck cock! For a moment I felt panic – what if I
didn't like the taste or didn't do it right? Like, I would be SO
embarrassed if I couldn't make him cum and even then, what would his cum
taste like?
Steve was getting impatient and I felt him tugging at my head, urging me
to suck him so I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and reached out with
my tongue until it touched the tip of his cock. Actually, it didn't have
a taste at all! It was like touching my tongue to his cheek or other
smooth part of his body – warm and smooth. Emboldened, I leaned forward
just enough to take just the head of his cock in my mouth. It felt so
soft and warm! I was surprised that given the strong odor that I could
smell from his crotch that he didn't taste bad but actually it was quite
pleasant. He shuddered as my tongue licked the tip of the head and it
was like a wave of relief running though me when I realized he liked what
I was doing.
As the panic subsided I recalled more and more what my mom had taught me
as I started to lick his shaft, starting at the base and working my way
up the to the head. I almost laughed as I couldn't help but imagine I was
licking a big popsicle except this one was warm and throbbing! I felt a
thrill run through me as I realized I was just tasted my first cock – and
I liked it! It didn't take me long to realize why girls claimed to enjoy
giving BJs – or why boys loved getting them so much.
“Suck it!” he whispered to me softly.
I didn’t have to be encouraged – I wanted more of that cock! At first I
just took the head in my mouth, licking around it with my tongue. Steve
pushed gently down on my head and I understood he wanted me to take more
of him in but I knew that by holding back it would just make him hornier.
I took over half of his cock in my mouth before it seemed that was all I
could take in. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and then pushed
me down again. I got the message and started to move his cock in and out
of my mouth on my own.
As I got accustomed to it I found I could take more of it in, until
finally I had his entire cock in his mouth and my face was tight against
his crotch with my nose and mouth buried in his pubic hair. The strong,
musky odor was joined sweat of his crotch as he worked his hips under me.
I found the smell of his crotch actually turned me on, similar in some
ways to the way my pussy smelled when I masturbated.
From the first moment I sucked him I knew I was hooked - I LOVED sucking
cock! When I had Steve’s cock in my mouth he was completely in my
control. The thought that I was the reason for his cock being so big and
hard made me so wet I couldn't take it anymore so I reached down and
pulled my cutoffs down just enough for me to get to my pussy. I was so
wet my finger easily slid inside of me while the palm of my hand rubbed
my clit.
Steve could see what I was doing and I knew he being turned on by me
masturbating in front of him. I really wasn't trying to cum or anything,
it just felt better rubbing myself when I was this horny. Knowing we were
only a short distance away from everyone else in the theater made me even
hotter. Once in a while I would get carried away and a wet slurping sound
escaped but fortunately nobody seemed to notice. I could only imagine
what it would have looked like to anyone walking by – a guy sitting on
the seat with his pants down and a young girl sucking his cock while she
played with herself. Talk about a Kodak moment!
Despite all the preparation my mom had given me, this was still new
territory for me. I knew that eventually he would cum and squirt sperm
from his cock – after all, I had seen my dad masturbate plenty of times
so the mechanics of a man’s orgasm were no mystery to me. I just wasn't
sure how the timing was going to work out. Steve was obviously loving
what I was doing as he tried thrusting himself as deeply into my mouth as
he could. As he moved faster I did my best to keep up with him.
"Oh god Kelly, don't stop,“ he begged me in a hoarse whisper, “Don't stop
no matter what. Damn! I’m almost there!"
His cock suddenly swelled ever so slightly in my mouth. I started to
pull my head back so I could watch him cum but he shoved my head firmly
down into his crotch, forcing me keep his cock in my mouth. Then
suddenly he jerked and his hot cum started shooting into my mouth! His
cum was warm, salty, and a bit gooey – not exactly the most pleasant
tasting stuff to be honest. He kept jerking and shooting more sperm into
my mouth until I started to gag just a bit and he pulled it out of my
mouth. I watched his last two bursts shoot out, one hit me on the cheek
and the other shooting up into my hair. I looked up at him, his cum
dripping from my lips as I licked off the remaining sperm that was
seeping from his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, now THAT’S what I call being a good girl,” Steve said with a
smile that never left his face, “Open up - show me my cum."
Fortunately I still had some of his cum left in my mouth so I stuck out
my tongue enough so he could see his cum covering it. Then I smiled
naughtily at him and swallowed it down. His cock was not as hard as it
was but I took in back in my mouth and I loved the way it felt as it
slowly softened in my mouth. He shivered as I sucked on it softly, like
a baby with a pacifier. If anything, he seemed more sensitive to my
tongue now than when he had cum. Finally I let him go and while it was
disappointing to feel his cock leave my mouth I knew that it was going to
be back in many times in the future if I had anything to say about it. I
pulled up my shorts and rearranged my tube top before I sat down next to
him again. He started to reach for his pants but I held his hands back.
“What are you doing? I’m not finished yet,” I said softly.
Heck, the movie wasn't even half over so why not go for seconds? My mom
had told me that as young as Steve was he would be hard again soon, if he
softened at all, after his first orgasm and sure enough, it never really
got soft all the way as it started to harden again in my hand as I
stroked him. There was a huge aftertaste of his cum remaining in my
mouth and ran my tongue around my teeth and cheeks where it seemed to
collect. It was definitely unlike anything I had ever tasted before and
while I couldn't say I thought it was delicious, it was something I was
sure that I could acquire a taste for. In any case, it wasn't like I was
doing it for the cum, I loved what it took to get it!
For the second BJ of my life I didn't get on my knees again – the cement
floor wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to kneel on. This time I
just leaned over and put my head in his lap and took him back in my mouth
again. I sucked his cock like a baby sucking on a bottle, taking just
the head in my mouth and holding it with my lips while my tongue ran all
around it. I stroked the shaft with my hand while he ran his own hand up
and down my back and then reached around to play with my boobs again. I
pulled my tube top down again to expose my little boobs for him and they
tingled at his touch.
This time I took more time with him, sucking him slowly and enjoying the
slight flavor of his cock in my mouth which was probably more from his
cum than anything else. I couldn't help but think that after all those
times when I had wondered what it would be like to feel a real cock in my
mouth, it seemed almost impossible that I was actually sucking one now!
For my first time I thought I was doing pretty good. I wished my mom
could see me now - I knew she would be so proud of me!
As I sucked Steve’s cock he began to get more aggressive and his hand
stated playing with my ass through my shorts. I didn't mind it as I
loved it when someone toyed with my butt. Sometimes when I sat on my
dad’s lap he would squeeze it playfully and I would wiggle against him
just to tease him a little. Actually, with my boobs refusing to grow
like I wish they would, my ass was probably the most sexy thing about my
body.
Steve tried yet again to reach between my legs and for the first time I
didn't stop him. What the hell, I had his cock in my mouth so why not at
least let him touch me through my shorts? Even thought I was waiting for
it, I still couldn't help but jump slightly when his finger pressed
against my pussy. It was the first time a guy had ever touched me there
and I wondered if Steve knew it? My shorts were too tight for him to work
his way underneath them but the narrow fabric was pulled up into my pussy
slit so he got a pretty good feel anyway.
There was only one thing I wished was different. On the one hand it was
erotic as hell to be sucking him with around fifty or so people in the
theater but it was a shame that we had to be so quiet. I would have
loved to tell him how much I loved sucking his cock and frankly I wanted
to hear him tell me how it felt. For now the very feel of his cock
between my lips was enough and I started working on him more seriously to
make him cum again. It took longer this time, partly because he had just
cum but also because I was taking it slower.
The first time I just wanted him to cum as quickly as possible and since
he was horny as hell it didn't take long for him to respond. This time I
wanted to savor it more, to enjoy the sensation of a boy’s dick in my
mouth, fucking him with my mouth and making him cum in it like he was
fucking my pussy. I had dreamed for so long about how it would be to suck
a dick and now that I was actually doing it I realized it was even better
than I had ever dared to dream it would be. If there was one thing I was
certain of– this was NOT going to be the last time I sucked a dick!
“Fuck, here it cums,” he groaned softly, breaking my train of thought and
bringing me back to the business at hand. “I want to cum on your face,”
he said, pulling me off of his cock by grabbing my hair and lifting up my
head.
I would’ve been pleased to have just let him cum in my mouth again but my
mom had warned me that some guys got off seeing their cum spurt all over
a girl. The idea sounded more like a mess to me than anything but I went
along with it and watched as he stroked himself a few times. It was like
he was masturbating and I guess technically he was which seemed sort of
strange since I would have loved to have finished him off with my mouth.
I didn't have time to contemplate it any more as suddenly I saw a stream
of cum shooting from his cock and I closed my eyes just in time as it
sprayed all over my face and forehead, some of it against my eyelids as
well. It was like someone was covering my face with thick warm oil or
something as he came again and this time I wasn't sure where it went as
my eyes were closed and I didn't feel it on my face.
He came a few more times, all over my face and neck. I reached to wipe
the cum from my eyes and tried to open them. It stung a little bit but
at least I could see again. Below me was Steve’s cock, his last load of
cum had barely escaped and was now dripping down the side of his cock. I
lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth and then lifted up, drawing
the cum from his dick into my mouth. I spit it back out and let it drip
onto his cock head again and then reached down to suck it off again. I
was getting use to the taste and the second load didn't seem to be nearly
as bitter as the first.
“Lift your head up,” he whispered. I sat up and he looked at me, using
his hands to push my hair away from my face.
“God, you look like such a slut.... I love it,” he said with a grin. I
could only imagine how I must have looked as I could feel his cum running
down my face and neck. Was that why he wanted to cum on my face, so I
would look like some sort of cum slut for him? All I knew for sure was I
must’ve looked like a wreck and I wanted to clean it off of me as soon as
possible.
“Do you have a handkerchief,” I asked him.
He shook his head and I looked around, uncertain as to what I should do.
It wasn't like I had any extra clothes to wipe it off with! He was
pulling up his pants and for a brief moment I thought about asking him
for his underwear but then I thought again and decided THAT was not a
good idea! There really wasn't any other option so I told him I would be
right back and slipped out of the darkened theater. At the entrance door
I peeked to see if anyone was around. The theater complex was virtually
empty with the only people in sight being at the far end of the aisle so
I quickly opened the door and headed for the restrooms which were just
across the hall.
I reached for the door but it opened in front of me and out came an older
lady, probably in her fifties or so. She took one look at me and her
face wrinkled up in disgusted. She muttered something like, ”Tramp!”
under her breath as she walked by but I just ignored her. Odds were she
hadn’t sucked a dick in ages and she was just jealous! It wasn’t until I
got inside and looked in the mirror that I realized that I really
couldn't blame her for her reaction. Indeed, I DID look like a tramp – or
even more like a whore I suppose. I hadn’t realized just how much Steve
had cum that second time – or where. My face was literally covered with
his cum and there was no mistaking it for what it was. Well, I could
deal with that easily enough, using wet paper towels to wipe it off of
me.
What proved to be the most difficult was the mess in my hair! He must
have shot several loads into my hair and it was already started to
congeal. I had this tiny comb in my purse and I was struggling with it
when another girl walked in. She looked to be in her late teens or early
twenties and her reaction was considerably different than the old
grandma’s had been.
“It’s hard to get out, isn’t it?” she said with a knowing smile on her
face. God! She knew what I was doing! “My advice: wait until you get
home and then a hot shower and lots of shampoo – only way to get it out.”
She then took a closer look at me then and asked, “Geeze, how old ARE you
anyway?”
I mean really - what could I say? I didn't answer but instead just smiled
sheepishly back at her. I thanked her for her advice and left her in the
restroom. Back in my seat, Steve had his pants all zipped and buckled
back up with quite a look of self-satisfaction on his face. In the dark
he didn't notice my matted hair – he was a guy and probably wouldn’t have
even if the lights had been on! We watched what was left of the movie – I
had no idea what was going on but who cared? After it was over we went
back out to the car.
“Damn Kelly, that was the best blowjob I have EVER had!” he said after he
closed the door, finally able to talk to me in a normal tone of voice.
I smiled back at him, a bit proud of myself but also pleased that I’d
satisfied him. Actually, I would have loved to have blown him again
right then and there but I didn't want him to think I was some kind of
nympho or slut. He offered to buy me something to eat but I asked him to
take me home – I really needed a shower and there was no way I was going
to walk into any restaurant with his cum all over my hair! Maybe none of
the guys would probably notice but I really didn't feel like dealing with
some snobby waitress treating me like I was some kind of teenage whore.
Steve reluctantly agreed and dropped me off in the driveway. I kissed
him before I got out of the car and patted his crotch.
“Now be a good boy and I promise to take care of him again next time,” I
teased Steve. Steve just grinned at me and said, “Well, he’s available
now!”
I just smiled and shook my head. One thing I was learning quick about
sucking cock – it gave me total control over him. I had a feeling
things were going to be different now between me and Steve. It wasn't
bad or anything, I just knew I was going to have more say in our
relationship than I had up until now if he wanted his dick sucked!
Chapter 3 – Back Home With Mom
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Walking back into the house, my mom was waiting anxiously for me in the
kitchen. She took one look at me and grinned, shaking her head at the
same time.
“Well, I was going to ask how things went but between that nasty grin on
your face and the mess in your hair I guess it’s pretty obvious,” she
said, “Well, I told you I wanted to hear all about it so spill it girl!”
I sat down across the table from her and told her everything that
happened. She laughed at me when I got to the part where he was spraying
his cum all over me.
“Why in the world did you let him do that?” she admonished me,
“especially in your HAIR for goodness sake.”
I shrugged my shoulders as I really didn't have a good excuse. I had
learned my lesson though. From now on I swallowed or at least got my
head out of the way! Then I noticed something else.
“Mom – what ARE you doing?” I teased her. Sure enough, my mom was
touching herself under the table while she listening to me! She was
obviously getting turned on listening about how her daughter had sucked
her first cock. Well, if she liked THAT then I could only imagine how
she would be when someday I told her how I lost my virginity!
Actually, I thought it was pretty cool for her to react that way so I
kissed her on the cheek and left her to finish herself off. It would
have been interesting to know what she was thinking about. As it turned
out, she wasn’t the only one turned on from my recollection of the
evening. I had intended to take a shower first thing but by recalling my
evening for my mom I was now hornier than hell myself and so for the next
half hour or so I masturbated on my own bed. Eventually I got around to
taking a shower.
By the way... the girl was wrong – shampoo doesn’t work all that well!
THE END