Subject: My First date After Steve (f-solo, mf. oral)
Diary Date: March 24, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
Steve had taken my virginity and until he moved away, he was the only one I had
sex with. Now that he was gone, what would it be like to go out with someone
new? How far would I let him go? What would it be like to be with someone
other than Steve?
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 � Missing Steve
Chapter 2 � A Mother�s Advice
Chapter 3 � A Father�s Advice
Chapter 4 � A Date With Doug
Chapter 1 � Missing Steve
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Last summer when I was fourteen and getting ready to start high school, I gave
up my virginity to my friend�s older brother, Steve. At sixteen, Steve was
going to be a junior so naturally I was thrilled that an older boy would be
interested in me in that way, especially since I wasn't exactly at the head of
the class in terms of physical development. While my boobs may not have been
where I wanted them, the desire was certainly there!
Fortunately for me, especially when I compare myself to many of my friends in
similar situations, my first time went well. Of course it helped that it wasn't
Steve�s first time (he claimed to have had sex with several other girls before
me). Not only that, my mom and I had spent quite a bit of time discussing it as
well. Perhaps the best part was that Steve didn't just fuck me and then drop me
like I was just another notch on his belt. We stayed together afterwards and he
was essentially the only boy I had sex with until his mom was transferred and he
had to move away.
With Steve now gone, I was facing a dilemma I�d never had to deal with before.
Over the past eighth months or so that we dated, I felt secure with the
familiarity we shared. I learned what he wanted during sex and we both learned
more about my body�s needs and desires. It didn't bother me that our
relationship was based almost completely on sex because frankly, that�s what I
wanted at the time. When I had sex for the first time it was like a blind man
who could suddenly see and afterwards I simply couldn't get enough of it. Steve
was more than willing to accommodate my needs, thank goodness, so it wasn't like
I was trying to get laid by every guy in school or anything like that. Now,
though, besides the feelings of loss in losing Steve as a boyfriend, there was
also the question of dealing with the sudden loss of having my sexual needs
fulfilled.
Sexually speaking, losing Steve was like a smoker going cold turkey except
instead of depending on gum or a patch, all I could do was masturbate � and boy
did I ever! It even got to the point where my mom commented one day about how
often I was doing it. As much as I loved to play with myself, it just wasn't
the same as having Steve�s wonderful cock in me. It wasn't just the fucking
either. Some girls may do it just to please their guy, but I truly enjoyed
sucking Steve�s dick. Actually, to be completely honest, I LOVED sucking his
cock. There was just something about taking him in my mouth, licking and
sucking on him, feeling him grow and harden as he responded to me, that I could
never get enough of. I loved it when he would cum in my mouth, swallowing every
drop I could and then proudly showing him my empty mouth afterwards. I loved
everything about it � and no amount of masturbation could satisfy THAT need
within me.
Several guys started asking me if I was interested in going out almost
immediately after Steve left. At first I turned them all down because I knew
they only wanted to fuck me like I was some trophy deer. Although I�d only let
Steve do me up to now, I knew that he�d told most of his friends about me and so
the word was out that I wasn�t exactly a prude on a date. Now with Steve out of
the picture, they probably thought I was easy pickings for a quick suck and
fuck. Although my pussy tingled when they asked, knowing what they wanted to do
to me, deep down I just couldn�t quite bring myself say yes. When I looked at
their crotches I would find myself thinking about Steve and how his would expand
whenever we went out together. It didn't help that they weren�t very subtle
about it either, leering at me when they asked if I would go out with them with
one guy being so bold as to ask straight out if I wanted to go to his car and
suck him off after school! The sad thing was, I was so horny for a dick by then
I almost said yes!
One night after school I was watching TV with my parents and suddenly the most
overwhelming urge to be fucked struck me. God, it felt like I was going to
explode if I didn't have it! I was laying back on the couch watching TV with my
dad (my mom was working the evening shift at the hospital) and I tightened my
legs together with my hands between them. I couldn't help but squirm as I
dreamed of Steve and how he use to fill me up with his cum after fucking me long
and hard. God what I would have given to ride his hard dick at that moment!
�Ummmm... you OK Kelly?� my dad asked, lowering the newspaper he was reading so
he could look over at me.
�Yeah, sorry dad, I just miss Steve I guess.�
My dad chuckled and smiled at me saying, �I imagine it must be hard for you�or
should I say, the problem is that it ISN�T hard for you.�
�Daddy, you shouldn't say things like that!� I exclaimed, pretending to be
shocked at his boldness.
�Well, you know what to do�.,� he said gently, returning to his newspaper.
Of course he was referring to masturbation. My parents both did it regularly
and they encouraged me to whenever the �need� arose. Really, why not? It�s a
natural part of life, no different than scratching an itch, so it wasn't like I
was embarrassed to do it or anything. Usually I did it in my bedroom or the hot
tub but there had been a few times, well, more than a few times, when I was
REALLY horny and would just wherever I was (assuming I wouldn't get arrested).
THIS was turning into one of those times as my pussy itched like it was covered
with poison ivy. Finally, I just HAD to touch myself! My dad wouldn't care, if
he even noticed as absorbed as he was in his newspaper, and even if he did It
wasn't like I was doing it to put on a show or anything weird like that. I
needed to do it for ME, not him.
Reaching under my nightshirt, my fingers touched my smooth lower stomach and
then moved downward to run through the fuzzy pubic hair that was covering my
pussy a little more each day. It wasn't that long but I was so proud of it
after waiting for years for my baby pussy to finally mature. My mom�s pussy was
covered with a thick covering of curly black pubic hair so I knew I had the
genes. Funny thing, as much as I was pleased to see mine growing in, I noticed
at school and at sleepovers that some of my friends were starting to shave their
pussies. Maybe someday I might shave mine as well, but for now I didn't want to
look like a twelve year-old kid!
Reaching further down, my finger slid between my pussy lips. They were already
wet from my earlier thoughts about Steve and my finger easily penetrated my
pussy hole as I pushed it in to the first knuckle or so. The palm of my hand
rubbed against my sensitive clit as my pussy finger circled around just inside
the entrance to my pussy, stimulating the nerves that sent waves of sensual
pleasures throughout me. Pulling my wet finger out, I played with my clit,
using the moistness of my pussy to make it slippery. My clit created such a
swell of pure pleasure I couldn't help but moan out load.
My dad must have heard me moaning because he grabbed the remote and turned up
the TV volume a couple of notches. I took the hint and got up from the couch
and started to walk up to my bedroom where I wouldn�t bother my dad.
�Hey, I didn't mean that you had to run off,� my dad called to me, �I just
couldn't hear with all the sound effects!�
I just shrugged and said it was OK and turned back to the stairs. I didn't
normally masturbate right in front of him although often I might just play with
myself a little, not to really get myself off but just to �scratch an itch� as
my mom would have said. At least up in my room I didn't have to worry that I
was being to loud for him to hear the TV! Sheesh, the one time I make a little
noise and he had to say something about it. It�s not like I ever said anything
when he jerked off watching one of his porn movies or something!
Chapter 2 � A Mother�s Advice
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The next morning my mom and I were eating breakfast as my dad having already
left to go to his office downtown. I had to get to school soon but it was nice
to have some time alone with my mom, especially when she was working this
ridiculous evening shift and I didn't see her all night unless I stayed up past
midnight. We were just talking about school and work when she put down her
spoon and looked at me with a grin. Uh-oh, what was up?
�I hear you were pretty horny last night,� she said in a teasing voice, �Still
missing Steve, eh?�
�Oh, I guess Dad must have said something,� I said in a low voice, not sure
where this was going. She had never cared if my dad saw me masturbating before
so I didn't understand why it was an issue now. I couldn't believe that he had
complained about me being noisy while he was watching TV!
�Oh don�t worry about your dad, � she said, taking my hand in hers, �I�m getting
worried about YOU. Why aren�t you seeing other boys if you�re feeling that
way? I�m sure there are plenty who would be more than happy to take care of
your needs.�
�I don�t know mom,� I whined. It reminded me of when I was ten years old and
she asked me if I was starting to like boys.
�Well, I think you should start dating again,� she said in a serious tone, �It�s
not good for you to keep all that tension bottled up inside.�
�I know�but that�s ALL they want,� I complained, �Steve must have told every boy
in school about us and now everyone treats me like a slut.�
My mom looked like she wanted to break out laughing but she managed to contain
herself. �So what�s wrong with that? Be honest, it�s not like you and Steve
went played cards or bowling every night. If that�s what people think, why not
take advantage of it?�
She was right, I was being a bit two-faced about everything even if she didn't
come right out and say it that way. On the one hand I wanted sex with Steve
every chance I had, but on the other hand I still had this na�ve image of myself
that I wasn't quite ready to dump.
�So you think I�m a slut too?� I asked my mom.
�Oh Kelly, that depends on what you mean by slut,� my mom responded gently,
�You�re certainly not a bad girl, just a cutie that enjoy sex so in some
people�s books that makes you a dirty slut. In my book, it just means that
you�re a sexy slut. If I was in your shoes, I�d be proud of it. After all,
guys don�t call ugly girls who put out sluts, do they?�
I guess it made sense when you looked at it that way. After all, my dad already
referred to me as his �little slut� sometimes when he teased me and I knew he
didn't mean anything bad by it. Yet even so, sometimes when I passed a group of
boys I could hear the whispers and when I heard the word �slut� it still made me
feel a bit odd.
�So what should I do then Mom?� I asked, �Should I just go for it and start
fucking other guys or go slow, maybe just dating them for a while first?�
My mom shook her head at me and grinned, �Oh no, you�re not going to pin me down
on THAT one! If it was me, I�d start out maybe in the middle; you know � maybe
a BJ or something like that but don�t let them fuck you right away. After all,
you want to be a slut , not a whore.�
�What�s the difference?�
�What, besides the fact one gets paid and the other does it for free?�
I nodded and my mom continued. �Well, when a guy dates a whore he knows what
he�s going to get and he expects to get it, no questions asked. Now with a
slut, on the other hand, he has hopes but not necessarily expectations as he
can�t be sure how far she�ll go. A whore can never really tease like a slut
because a guy knows with a whore he�s getting it eventually whereas with a slut
there�s always that question of will she or won�t she? Whores sell their
bodies, sluts use them.�
You gotta love my mom! She always seems to have the right answer for me. On
the one hand she looked out for me and tried to steer me in the right direction.
Yet on the other hand she was willing to back off and allow me to make my own
mistakes and experiment � so long as I didn't get hurt. It was times like this
when her wisdom and guidance was invaluable to me and I left for school feeling
much better about myself.
Chapter 3 � A Father�s Advice
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I wasn't at school more than ten minutes before I had my first opportunity to
apply her recommendations. Doug was a senior, making him very mature and older
so far as I was concerned, much more than the immature boys in my Freshman
class. He must have been at least six feet tall with bleach blonde hair and a
tight butt to die for! I was putting my coat away when he first approached me.
At first I couldn't believe my eyes. EVERY girl in school dreamed about Doug
and for him to even talk to a little freshman like me would keep the rumor mill
going among the girls for weeks.
�Hey Kelly, how ya doing?� he asked, in a deep voice that seemed so much more
mature than the squeaky noises the boys my age made.
I just stared at him, unable to even speak, still not quite believing that he
was talking to ME.
�Hey, if I�m bothering you, just say the word,� he said, raising his hands.
�Oh no!� I finally blurted out, �You�re fine!�
Yes, he was fine � VERY fine in fact.
�That�s cool. Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night?� he
asked.
�Ummmmm, OK, where to?�
I could have kicked myself. Who cares where he took me so long as he did!
�Well, I was thinking maybe a movie or something � would that be OK?�
Hell, he could have taken me to Wal-Mart for all I cared. Here one of the
hunkiest guys in school wanted to take me out � and I was acting as if I was
worried where he was taking me!
�Sure, that would be cool,� I quickly replied, hoping he didn't think I was
being hesitant.
�Great, I�ll pick you up around eight tomorrow night then, OK?�
I just nodded but as he walked away I could just imagine my mom�s reaction to
the eight o�clock part. After school I rushed home but my mom had already left
for work so the house was mine, at least until my dad got home and that probably
wouldn�t be for an hour at least. After thinking about nothing all day but
going out with Doug, you can imagine how horny I was by now. I made a bee-line
for my bedroom and quickly stripped off my jeans and jumped on top of my bed.
Steve was great but I had never gone out with anyone like Doug before. First,
he was older � a senior even! Half the girls in school would have killed for a
date with him, even though he had quite a reputation for having, shall we say,
�roaming� hands. Any guy who looked like him probably could get away with that
so I guess you couldn't blame him for taking advantage of it! My hands went
straight for my pussy as I started to imagine how his hands might start roaming
around ME.
My finger started to circle my clit as I imagined unzipping Doug�s jeans and
reaching in for the first time to find his cock inside. I moaned as I imagined
how hard and thick he would be already from looking at me and wishing he could
fuck me. How would he feel in my hand? How would his cock taste the first time
I took him in my mouth? How much cum would he shoot in my mouth? Would I be
able to take it all or would it spill out over my chin? A million questions
seemed to run through my head as I plunged my finger into my pussy, imagining
that it was his dick that was inside of me, while my other hand rubbed my slit.
My hips lifted up off the bed as I imagined raising myself to meet his thrusts
as he rammed his hard cock in me over and over until l finally he came and shot
his sperm deep inside of me, mating me like some animal in heat.
God I wanted a real dick in me! For a moment I contemplated getting one of my
mom�s dildo�s out but I didn't want a plastic fake � I wanted a real cock! I
wanted a wonderful dick, one that would grow in my mouth as I sucked it, feel
his pulse in my mouth as his hard shaft filled it, one that would unload streams
of warm cum into my mouth that I could swallow as he watched.
My orgasm struck and my hips must have raised a foot off the bed before I fell
flat on my bed and groaned so loud the neighbors would have heard had the
windows been open.
�Fuck me Doug!� I cried out to the empty room as imagined him over me as I laid
in bed, his thick cock poised at the entrance to my pussy, begging him to fill
it.
God it felt so good to cum! All day it took every bit of willpower I had not to
play with myself in the middle of class. I was so damn horny and it felt so
good to finally cum and let the tension out of me except it was more like a
rubber band snapping than being loosened. I kept stroking myself, playing with
my pussy and clit, keeping myself on that sharp edge where my orgasm just seemed
to stretch on forever. I never wanted it to stop! My bed must have been
getting soaked as I felt myself gushing over my fingers and then my cum dripping
down my ass to the sheets.
Eventually my orgasm quieted down although my pussy would still quiver now and
then as I laid back with my eyes closed and my hand cupping my drenched pussy.
Everything was deathly silent and I could even hear our grandfather clock
ticking downstairs. Not only that, I could hear the floor barely squeaking, as
if someone was shifting their weight just outside my room in the hallway. My
eyes immediately popped open and I lifted my head to see who was in the hallway.
Imagine my surprise to see my dear old dad!
�Dad!� I exclaimed, more surprised he was home than anything else, � What are
you doing home so early?�
�What do you mean?� he questioned me, �No earlier than usual.�
I glanced over at the clock and sure enough, it was. Damn, I had been
masturbating over an hour! How long had that orgasm lasted?
�Guess you lost track of time,� he kidded me, looking in from the doorway.
Given that he was seeing me with nothing on from the waist down with my wet hand
on my pussy, it was obvious what I�d been doing. �Well, now I see why�hope you
enjoyed it!�
He smiled at me and then turned to go into the bathroom, leaving me alone once
again. Well, not QUITE as alone as I thought I was before. I waited for him to
finish and when I heard him opening the door I jumped out of bed and hurried
over to greet him properly. As he opened the bathroom door he was met by his
loving daughter who put her hands around him and gave him a big hug.
�Wow, what did I do to deserve this today?� he chuckled, wrapping his strong
arms around me and holding me close to him.
�Nothing special, just wanted to say I love you,� I mumbled best as I could with
my head buried in his chest.
�Okay, okay,� he laughed, �Why don�t you put something on and then you can tell
me about your new boyfriend.�
I looked up at him with a puzzled face. �How do you know about Doug?�
My dad reached around and smacked me playfully on my bare bottom. �Fathers know
everything, haven�t you figured that out by now?�
�Oh daddy!� I pouted, scooting away into the bathroom before he could spank me
again.
After I had showered and thrown on a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to make us
some supper. The t-shirt pretty well covered me up so at least if he started
teasing me again he couldn't get in another cheap shot like he had upstairs! I
just heated up some leftovers Mom had left out for us and we sat down at the
table to eat and talk a bit. As it turned out, my mom must have told him
everything, which didn't surprise me as I don�t think she hides much of anything
from him. Actually, I don�t either, it just makes it easier when she tells him
so I don�t have to repeat myself.
�So how old is this boy again?� my dad asked, looking up at me from his paper he
had been reading while we talked.
�Seventeen,� I replied, �I think he turns eighteen in a month or so.�
�Little old for you, don�t you think?�
�Dad! I�m fifteen now so it�s not like I�m still in grade school or something,�
I protested.
My dad laughed and reached out to take my hand. He smiled at me and said
gently, �I�m not trying to be overly protective, baby. I just know what I was
like when I was his age and I know what I want when I dated a girl like you.
That may been a while ago, but I doubt boys have changed all that much since.�
�Oh daddy, it�s not like I haven�t done it before.�
�Well, you�ve got a point there,� he agreed. Heck, if anyone knew about me
doing it, he did after watching me with my Steve a few times in my room. I use
to tell Steve to leave my door cracked open so we could hear if my parents came
up the stairs. He had no idea what my real motive was. As I recalled one of
those times, I smiled to myself as I wondered what Steve would have said had he
ever known his girlfriend�s dad had been spying on us when he was fucking me in
my bedroom. God, I imagine he would have died!
�Well, just be careful tonight, OK baby? I�m just guessing here, but from what
I saw earlier I have a feeling you�ve been a bit hornier than usual lately.
This date could be like going grocery shopping when you�re hungry, if you know
what I mean.�
�Daddy! You weren�t suppose to see that!� I teased him, pretending to be
embarrassed that he had caught me masturbating earlier although that was about
the last thing I had felt. Then I thought about something he had said earlier
that had roused my curiosity.
�So you really would�ve wanted someone like me when you were Doug�s age, eh
Dad? Would you want me now?�
As soon as I said it I felt my face flush. God, did I really ask him that?
What was I thinking? My dad hesitated before he answered. Undoubtedly that had
NOT been a question he was expecting!
�Well�..IF I was his age and IF I was going to school with you, of course I
would,� he finally said. �Kelly, you�re a beautiful girl and sexy as hell so
what boy in his right mind wouldn't want you? Doesn�t hurt either that you�re s
bit of a slut.�
I grinned and felt my cheeks flush a little. It made me feel good about myself
that he felt that way about me. I mean, what girl wouldn't be pleased to be
told such a thing? It made me tingle a little to hear my own dad call me a slut
and if anything, it made me feel more secure about myself in that if my own
father thought I was sexy, imagine what the boys at school thought of me!
�Remember, though,� he continued, �just because they all WANT you doesn�t mean
you have to let them have you. Sometimes a little tease goes further than
anything else. Trust me, guys are turned on more by a slutty tease who MIGHT
put out than a girl who jumps in bed with anyone. Just don�t get a rep as a
cock teaser, guys hate them!�
Knowing a bit about my dad�s escapades back in high school and college, I took
it all as good advice and wondered how I would use it with Doug later. As horny
as I was I certainly wouldn't mind if Doug fucked me but at the same time, he
wasn't exactly known for being discreet. Undoubtedly he would be telling
everyone the next day if I put out on the first date.
After cleaning up supper I went back upstairs to get ready for Doug. I was
still mulling over my dad�s advice and in the end I decided to change the outfit
I was planning to wear. My original plan was to wear a short denim skirt and a
tight white sweater with a black thong underneath. The skirt showed off my
legs well and when I crossed them it didn't leave much to the imagination when
it came to my ass. The sweater was better for the time of year than a cami or
tank top which I would have preferred in the summer; but it was still thin and
about a size too small so it stretched over my boobs, making the most of what
little I had upstairs.
In the end I put the skirt back in my closet and pulled a pair of jeans from my
dresser. They were tight enough to show off my ass nicely yet thick enough to
let him wonder whether I was wearing anything between me and my jeans � which I
wasn't planning to do. I kept the sweater and without a bra, the material
stimulated my nipples with almost every move I made.
My hair was another story. It seemed it never went the way I wanted it to and I
couldn't help but be jealous of all those models with full wavy hair. On the
one hand I was thrilled to be dating an older boy, but I wasn't so na�ve as to
not realize he was probably just as thrilled to get a shot at a younger girl as
well so I decided to go with a more youthful look than mature. Nothing like a
ponytail to pull that one off! A pair of black heels, a little makeup, and I
was ready to go!
While I waited in the kitchen for Doug to come, my dad walked through and his
eyes looked me up and down.
�Damn, you�re looking hot,� he nodded approvingly, �I like the way you�ve got
that �little girl� thing going with the hair. Let�s see�..the tight sweater�s a
bit of an invitation but the jeans are definitely a barrier. All in all, I like
it.�
I smiled at his approval and just then I heard Doug�s pull in our driveway. I
ran to the door and my dad called after me.
�Hey, don�t guys come to the door anymore?�
�Oh daddy, it�s the 21st century!� I replied, waving goodbye as I went out the
door.
Chapter 4 � A Date With Doug
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Not only do guys not come to the door anymore, apparently they don�t open car
doors either as Doug remained planted in the driver�s seat while I let myself in
from the passenger side.
Actually, I shouldn�t say �car� door as Doug was driving a large Ford pickup
truck which I had to step up high to get into. I could just imagine the view my
neighbors would have gotten had I left my short skirt on! The truck had a
bench seat and as we drove off I felt like I was above all the traffic being so
high up in the air. Come to think of it, this was my first date in a truck!
We just made small talk as I wondered where Doug was planning to take me. He
didn't seem to inclined to tell me right away as we wound our way through the
south side of town.
When I had gotten in I had taken a seat on the passenger side as I would have
with anyone. Since this was our first date, I figured he could make some of the
moves first so if he wanted me to scoot over and sit next to him then he should
ask. Since he didn't, I stayed where I was with about two feet between us. It
wasn't a big deal one way or the other as it only took about ten minutes to get
to the theater. He drive around the back of the shopping area to where the
movie theater entrance was and parked.
�I hope you don�t mind seeing a movie,� he said, turning towards me after he had
turned off the engine.
I just nodded and smiled, not sure what to say at this moment. Personally, we
could have skipped the movie and stayed in his truck and made out all night.
God he was gorgeous! The weather was mild so he had on a pair of jeans with a
flannel shirt and no jacket. For a moment I thought of Steve, my old boyfriend,
and then quickly put those thoughts away. Doug was so much older and he was
built!
�Well, it starts in a few minutes so I guess we�d better get going,� he said,
breaking the silence between us. We both got out and walked to the entrance but
I noticed he didn't try to take my hand or put his arm around me. Hmm, maybe he
wasn't quite as forward as some of the girls claimed he was.
Doug paid for the tickets and then we went to the snack bar for some popcorn and
a drink which we took with us to the theater. He led me to some seats which
were in the center but towards the top of the stadium seating area. There
weren�t a lot of people in the theater yet and nobody behind us. Although we
weren�t in a crowded area, it wasn't exactly in the most private seats in the
house either.
I tried to remember if this was one of the theater rooms Steve and I had fooled
around in. Odds were it was as we had been her more times than I could
remember. Steve liked to bring me to this particular theater as it featured arm
rests that lifted up and out of the way which made life much easier when it came
to being naughty during the movie. I couldn't begin to count the number of hand
jobs and blow jobs I had given Steve here not to mention he even fucked me a
couple of times when the theater was pretty empty.
Again I pushed out the memories of Steve and concentrated on Doug. For the time
being, I may as well be dating my dad for all the attention he was giving me.
We both sat in our respective seats, hands in our laps while we shared the
popcorn. It was almost quaint and had I been seeing a movie with my parents, I
would have been perfectly satisfied. Only problem was, I wasn't out with my
parents, I was dating Doug! What�s the point of bringing your date to a theater
like this one and then just sit there? I knew he wasn't shy, at least nobody
who ever dated him claimed he was. If anything, he was known more for going for
a feel from the moment you got in the car with him!
Finally, about fifteen minutes or so into the movie, Doug shifted around in his
seat and in the process his arm reached over and behind me. I felt his hand on
my shoulder, just resting on it without applying any pressure. I waited in
silence as thoughts of what he might do next raced through my head. God, my
pussy was feeling so hot I wanted to reach between my legs and rub it but I
didn't think we were quite to THAT stage yet!
Then Doug finally did what I had been waiting all night for, he reached down and
started to trace little circles on the upper portion of my sweater. He didn't
quite make it down to my boobs but he was getting closer. Not wanting him to
get the wrong message and think I wasn't OK with it, I twisted a little in my
seat so I was actually turned away from him slightly and then leaned back
against him. I made sort of a show out of being uncomfortable against the arm
rest and he instantly took the hint and raised it up and out of the way, letting
me lean back against him. This allowed him easier access to me and he didn't
hesitate to take advantage of it immediately. Oh well, I guess he just needed
to get started because it was like he went from doing nothing to being quite
forward, not that I minded of course.
His hand moved closer to my boobs until it was reaching the upper portion of my
bosom consistently. As for me, I rested my hand on his leg and held on lightly
to his upper thigh. God he felt so firm and strong! Knowing Doug would
undoubtedly be telling all his buddies about our date, I decided I had better
take a little initiative myself if I didn't want to be known as a girl who �just
sat there�. I put my free hand over his and then gently moved them both down to
my breasts, planting his hand directly over my right boob and pressing down on
it to indicate what I wanted from him. At least he could take a hint as my
efforts were rewarded by a firm squeeze as his hand cupped my breast and began
to massage it through my thin sweater.
For maybe half the movie, Doug just groped and fondled me. My sweater buttoned
down the front and it didn't take long for most of them to be undone. Without a
bra underneath, he had easy access to my boobs and I loved the way his large
hand would cover one and cup it while his fingers would pinch and pull at my
nipples. God, if only his mouth was on them - then I would be in heaven!
Meanwhile, as Doug played with my boobs I was running my hand along Doug�s leg
and playfully toying with his crotch a little. I never made any effort to go
any further as it would have required me to be double-jointed in the position I
was in at the time. Even so, he was plenty aroused and from what I could feel
through his jeans, he was quit a bit bigger than Steve when it came to the cock
department and Steve hadn�t exactly been a miniature!
Eventually I knew it was up to me to make the next move since it would require
me changing my position to do anything more. As I also knew that if I should
move it would be a clear signal to Doug of my intentions so I thought it through
carefully. Well, maybe not TOO carefully as I wouldn't have been surprised if
my crotch didn't look like I�d peed in my jeans as hot and wet as my pussy was
feeling.
I leaned forward and twisted in the opposite direction so now I was facing
towards him. With the armrest out of the way, I had pretty easy access to him
and I wasn't about to let the opportunity go by. My sweater hung open and I was
conscious that my boobs were visible not only to him but to anyone else who had
the right angle but that didn't appear to be the case tonight. Just the light
touch of the sweater brushing against my nipples made me practically jump out of
the chair as I got into position.
I looked up at Doug and he grinned at me. It hit me then that we hadn�t even
kissed yet and by now I was wondering if we would. I enjoy kissing a good
looking guy as much as the next girl but it wasn't the primary thing on my mind
tonight. What I wanted to kiss was a little bit lower on his body! I licked my
lips seductively for his benefit and turned my attention to his jeans. He was
wearing some western style belt buckle that hard to unfasten and eventually he
had to help me. I was OK after that,, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down
the zipper.
Damn, he was wearing jockey underwear � what was he thinking? If he was
expecting to get a BJ tonight you would have thought he wouldn't wear any
underwear at all and if he felt it was necessary, then why not boxers? For him
to wear jockey shorts is like me wearing a bra � it can be dealt with but what a
pain. At least I was sensible enough to know what I was hoping for and left my
damn bra at home!
As it was, Doug�s dick was already so hard and big it was practically pushing up
past the elastic waistband so all I had to do was lift up a little on it and
there before me was my Holy Grail � his beautiful cock head! I could barely see
it in the dim light of the movie projector but I didn't need any light to feel
it with my fingertips. The head was so smooth and soft at first but then firm
as I pressed harder on it. I pushed my hand under the elastic and took his
stiff shaft in my hand, holding it like a runner grabbing the baton in a relay
race.
�is this what you wanted?� I whispered up to him, grinning as I held his hard
dick in my hand.
�Oh yeah,� he whispered back, �Suck it.�
Finally we were getting somewhere! Doug helped push his underwear down enough
to free his dick for me. My head was leaning on his shoulder as I tried to see
it better in the flickering light from the screen. It wasn't like I had held
that many dicks in my life. Actually, Doug�s was only the fourth one for me and
two of those really didn't count. My first cock was a LONG time, back when I
was just eight years old. After catching me watching my dad masturbating, my
mom had me hold him later that night in our hot tub to teach me what it was. It
wasn't a sexual experience for me as I had no idea what a cock was really all
about. As for my dad�.well, that was a different story. I didn't suck him,
though, and I�ve never touched him since then. I doubt I�ll ever forget it
though � not one of those things that�s easy to put out of your mind!
Steve was my second cock and not only did I touch and blow him, but his was the
first cock to make it into my pussy - also know as losing my virginity in case
you didn't figure that one out. Over the course of the next seven to eight
months, I wouldn't even try guess how many times I held his incredible cock in
my hand! There was ONE time when I did his younger brother Jim, but that was
more to tease him than anything else so I don�t really count it as one of �my�
cocks but technically I have to include him. Thus Doug was now my fourth cock,
or my second ignoring my dad�s and Jim�s.
Finally my curiosity got the better of me. I HAD to know how he tasted, how his
cock felt in my mouth compared to Steve. It may not be fair to compare two guys
but I couldn't help it. I knew Steve�s cock intimately, every spot where he
liked it licked, how he liked it sucked, and when he preferred to fuck me
instead of having me blow him. With Doug, it was all new territory and I found
it to be a bit exciting as well.
I took a quick look around and saw nobody was paying us the slightest bit of
attention. Inching back against the armrest behind me for support, I lowered my
head to his lap until my outstretched tongue barely touched the tip of his
dick. At first I just flicked my tongue on him, barely touching him yet letting
him know I was around � as if he didn't already know! He obviously liked it and
wanted more as I felt his hand on the top of my head and then pressure as he
pushed my head down further down into his lap. The strong male musky odor of
his crotch filled my nostrils as my mouth descend on his shaft, taking more of
him into my mouth.
�Ohhhh,� he moaned softly as my lips met the base of his shaft and held him
there for a few moments. As I lifted my head off of his dick my lips caressed
him while my tongue ran all over his nice hard shaft. I loved the way he felt
in my mouth, the taste of his dick. God I missed sucking cock!
As I went to work on him, I tried to recall all the things that Steve use to
like me to do to him. He seemed to love it in my mouth more than just licking
the outside of it so I tried to keep Doug�s dick in my mouth as much as
possible. My hand held his large hairy balls and I gently rolled them in my
hands, mindful of my mom�s advice to never get too rough with them. Doug kept
his hand on my hand, gently pressing down all the while, as if emphasizing his
desire for me to keep him in my mouth.
My mom had taught me a few tricks back when I was sucking Steve to keep him from
cumming too fast but I wasn't interested in trying any of those with Doug, at
least not this time. If anything, I was anxious for him to cum as soon as
possible. It had been far too long since I felt a stiff dick shooting its gooey
sperm into my mouth. How many nights had I masturbated dreaming of this moment,
wishing I had a nice hard dick again all to myself?
Doug was getting close from all the signs. He was wiggling under me little boy
squirming during a sermon in church. I could hear him breathing heavier and his
cock had swelled up and become like a steel pipe it was so hard. God, I could
only imagine how it would feel if he was fucking me with it!
�Oh god,� he whispered as his hips lifted up, ramming his dick into my mouth as
if he was trying to push it down my throat. Sure enough, a few more strokes
with my mouth and he started to cum, spurting a monstrous load of sperm into my
mouth. I kept my lips sealed around the shaft, trying my best to keep every
drop in my mouth and not waste any of it. Damn the boy had a load! He must
have shot a half dozen or more good sized shots of cum followed by a number of
smaller ones until he collapsed in the chair.
Dropping his spent dick from my mouth, I quickly sat up next to him and opened
my mouth to so he could see his cum in my mouth, something I knew turned on
Steve something fierce. I could feel it pooling on my tongue and I almost
gagged as some it started to drain down my throat. Then I closed my mouth with
a big grin and swallowed it down. It took a couple of gulps but I got it all
down after which I showed him my open mouth, just like a little girl showing mom
her that she had swallowed all her medicine, The difference was, in this case I
WANTED to swallow it all down!
For most of the remainder of the movie I just leaned against his shoulder and
held his nice cock in my hand. He softened just a little at after he came first
but quickly rose back up again as my hand went to work on it. Meanwhile, he was
back to groping my boobs, not that I minded one bit! As the movie came to a
close we each got our own clothes in order, putting ourselves back together
again to be �presentable� before the lights came back on.
As I sat there with the movie about to end, I could still taste his cum in my
mouth, even after drinking what was left of my Diet Coke. It was interesting to
compare his cum with Steve�s, or at least as best I could remember his. Doug
seemed to taste a bit different than Steve but it was essentially the same gooey
mess when you came down to it. At least I had managed to keep it in my mouth
and didn't let him spray it in my hair or face which would have been a challenge
to clean up. It wouldn't be the first time I had to go to the girl�s room after
a movie and seen the stares from the other girls and women who knew exactly what
I was cleaning off my face.
The lights finally came on and everybody got up to leave. I looked around to
see if anyone had noticed but evidently not as nobody gave me that �look: I got
back when Steve and I hadn�t been as discreet as perhaps we should have been.
Now Doug had his arm around me and I felt more like his date leaving the theater
than I had when we entered. I guess there�s just something about sucking a
guy�s cock that brings you closer together!
Back in the parking lot, this time Doug opened the truck door on the driver side
for me. I slid in first and he got in after me. I snuggled up close to him as
he put his arm around me. Then to my surprise he reached down and kissed me
gently! It was so sweet of him to finally kiss me that I had to fight back the
tears. Something about it made me feel a little less like some whore he had
picked up just for a BJ and more like his date.
�Damn, where in the world did you learn to suck cock like that?� he said softly.
Well, so much for being subtle.
I just smiled back at him. He didn't need to know about my limited experience.
As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't like I had had THAT many cocks and of the four
I�d gotten familiar with, one of them I didn't suck at all and two only once �
including Doug�s. Even if he knew about Steve, which he probably did, I wasn't
about to tell him about the nights I spent in bed with my mom while she
demonstrated her favorite BJ techniques for me using her dildo collection. While
practice makes perfect and nothing beats some private tutoring.
Doug hadn�t started the truck yet so I reached down and put my hand back on his
crotch. He was still pretty hard and I smiled as I felt the bulge under my
hand.
�You want me to do it again?� I whispered to him in as sexy a voice as I could
muster.
�So you really DO like sucking cock, don�t you?� Doug asked, stroking my head
with his fingertips.
�Why do you say that??� I replied seductively, �What did you think I liked?�
Doug laughed as he undid his belt quickly and slid his pants and underwear down
to his ankles. He wasn't waiting any time this time around, that�s for sure.
�Why do I say that?� he repeated back to me, �Well, the word around school is
you can suck dick all night but I figured it was just somebody trying to brag.�
He paused for a second and then a nasty smile appeared as he said, �If you ask
me, I think you�re a sexy little cum slut. C�mon�.admit it. you are, aren�t
you?�
I just grinned at him as I took his shaft in my hand and stretched out on the
bench seat on my stomach as I fondled his stiff cock. I didn't bother answering
him but gave him my reply by taking his dick back in my mouth and took his
entire shaft in with one smooth motion.
�Oh yea, you are,� Doug chuckled as I sucked his cock, �You�re just a horny
little cum slut.�
Actually, nobody had ever called me THAT before but it didn't seem to bad.
After all, I DID love cum and being called a slut by a boy was sort of a
compliment given the way I liked to look at it. Now if a girl had called me
that, I probably would have slapped her but coming from Doug, it was term I
didn't mind at all.
Being on my stomach, Doug wasn't able to get much access to me so he took his
hand and started to play with my ass through my jeans. He tried to work his
fingers inside the jeans but they were much too tight to allow for any of that.
It was a good thing I had worn them as if I was wearing the skirt I had planned
originally I could only imagine where his hands would be now!
Actually, I COULD imagine and my pussy was tingling at the thought of something
inside of it � something like his finger or even better, his hard dick that was
filling my mouth about now. As I sucked his cock my mind raced as I debated
what I should do. I was sure that if I was to roll over and pull down my jeans,
Doug would be on top of me in a heartbeat, fucking me as quickly as possible.
As much as I actually DID want that, the words of my father kept ringing in my
ears.
Sucking Doug�s cock was one thing. Really, I never have understood why people
make such a big deal over me sucking a boy�s dick. It�s not like we�re having
sex or anything. When you come right down to it, what�s the difference between
sucking his finger and sucking his dick (other than I hope he enjoys his dick
sucked a LOT more)? Besides, a lot of girls I know suck cock but don't fuck so
it isn�t like it makes you a whore or anything. In my opinion, if a girl
expects a guy to pay for a movie, meal and whatever, then it�s only fair that
she give him a BJ in return if he wants one.
Now when it comes to letting a guy fuck me�well, THAT is something different
entirely. True, it�s �just sex� but I don�t want to get to where the only
reason guys take me out is to fuck me. I didn't feel any moral reason for not
letting Doug do me, but I did feel it would not be in my best interest to do so
under the circumstances. Maybe next time. If I waited until our second date
then at least then nobody could say I was the kind of girl who put out on the
first date!
A couple of times I could have sworn I heard people walking by the truck but as
high up as we were they would have needed a ladder to see what I was doing to
Doug. In any case, he didn't seem concerned so I just ignored them and kept his
dick in my mouth. It was a lot easier sucking him the truck than it had been in
the theater and I found myself enjoying it even more then our first time. He
was right about one thing, I COULD have laid here like this and sucked him all
night!
Whether it was the public location or my skills, or a combination of the two,
Doug wasn't able to hold out for very long before he was cumming in my mouth
once again and once again I savored the fruits of my labor as he shot another
load of sperm into my mouth. This time instead of swallowing it I spit it back
out over his cock so it covered it like chocolate poured over an ice cream
Sunday. Once it dripped down the shaft, I put it in my mouth and used my lips
to gather it back off again. Mmmmmm, he was delicious!
I sat up, swallowed his cum and then looked at him with a chipper smile on my
face. Doug may have just cum but he was still horny as hell if that look on his
face told me anything at all. He twisted in the seat towards me, his jeans
still down to his ankles, and smiled at me as his hand worked its way between my
legs that I was holding together.
�Doug,� I said in a soft but firm voice, �I�ve blown you twice tonight already,
isn�t that enough for a first date?�
I could see from the look in his eyes that the answer was a definite �NO� and he
pushed his hand in against my crotch and started to press his fingers against
me. This time I took his hand in mine and pulled it away but he was much
stronger than me and insisted on keeping his hand between my legs.
�C�mon Kelly, you know you want my dick,� he panted in my ear.
Well, he WAS right about that. Funny thing was, as badly as I craved his cock,
and that�s putting it mildly, there was something about holding it back from him
that turned me on too. I could have easily just opened my legs and I�m sure he
would have done everything for me � stripping me down, pushing me on my back,
and climbing on top of me and fucking me. Yet that would have been a copout for
me, taking the easy road. As bad as I wanted his dick, I could see from the
almost animal lust in his eyes that he wanted me even more. At that moment I
knew how a mouse felt when it was cornered by a hungry cat. It�s not longer a
mouse, it was lunch and right now I wasn't Kelly, I was a walking pussy to be
fucked.
�NO!� I said firmly, surprising even myself with the forcefulness of my voice.
Evidently, Doug had watched too many porn movies where �No� meant �try harder
and I�ll give in eventually� so he started to push me onto my back and I knew I
had to do something quickly. I still had his dick in my hand so I squeezed it
hard, not enough (hopefully) to hurt him but enough to get his attention.
�OWWWW!� he cried out, sitting back and pulling my hand from his dick, �What the
hell was THAT all about anyway?�
�I said no, didn't you hear me?� I said, folding my arms in front of me.
�Well, from I�ve heard, you never say no, or at least you don�t mean it when you
do,� he accused me.
�Well, then you heard wrong,� I said defiantly. It felt good somehow,
empowering I guess, to be able to stand up to him. Even though I would have
loved for him to fuck me, it was almost as much a turn-on controlling him this
way.
�I knew it, you�re just another fucking little cock tease,� he threw at me,
starting to reach down for his jeans.
I reached for his dick, which was surprisingly hard for the abuse I had just
given it. He started to push me away but I held onto him anyway.
�Maybe next time you can fuck me,� I teased him although it was closer to the
truth than I bet he suspected. �For now, let me make it up to you.�
�What do you mean?�
�Well, how about I suck your dick again while you drive me home?�
Doug laughed hard now, forgetting about his earlier anger at me.
�Shit, you really DO love ducking dick, don�t you?�
�Well, didn't I say I did?� I replied innocently, no differently than if he had
accused me of liking chocolate ice cream.
�Well, what are you waiting for?� he teased as he started the truck up.
To be perfectly honest, I hadn�t really expected him to do it when I burst out
with my offer. I hadn�t really thought it through but I figured he would just
let me do him again in the parking lot. After that, I figured even a seventeen
year old boy would need a little time to recuperate after cumming twice in the
past thirty minutes.
It was only two minutes back to my house but I didn't let his dick slip from my
mouth once the entire trip. There were a few bumps and turns where I had to be
careful not to bite him but otherwise it was actually a rather uneventful trip.
He hadn�t cum yet when he pulled into my driveway and when he stopped I started
to pull my head up so I could get out. Doug wasn't having any of THAT though
and he put his hands on my head and forced it back down onto his dick again.
�Finish me off,� he ordered, �You�re not getting away with sucking me this far
and then getting out and leave me this way!
Actually, I was the one who would be getting out with the feeling of emptiness
as I had wanted badly to be fucked tonight but all I got was a lot of cock
sucking to show for my efforts. For a moment I was tempted to say the hell with
it and let him fuck me right in the driveway but then I thought better of it and
just finished him off. His third load was significantly less than the previous
two but I enjoyed it all the same, as I was sure he did. I sat up and swallowed
it down once again as he pulled his jeans up.
�G�nite Doug,� I whispered to him softly, the taste of his cum fresh in my
mouth. I waited, expecting a kiss at least to close out the night but he kept
his distance until I think he finally realized what I was waiting for.
�Sorry baby, but I can�t kiss you with your mouth tasting like my cum.�
What a jerk! Here he expected me to take three full loads of his cum AND
swallow it down and now he wouldn't kiss me with just the residual cum left in
my mouth? I just frowned and started to get out of the truck.
�Good night Kelly,� he called after me, �Next time, though, you know what I
expect!�
At that moment I knew there wasn't going to be a next time. There was something
about the way he said it that brought back to my mind the way my mom had
explained the difference between a slut and a whore. Doug wasn't just HOPING to
fuck me next time, he EXPECTED it. So basically, that told me he thought I was
a whore and I felt offended. Had he said something more like he HOPED to nail
me, them that would have been OK but I definitely didn't like the way he thought
he was in control of me. Now, as horny as I was, I was glad I hadn�t let him
fuck me- the jerk!
I didn't say anything, though, and just waved goodbye before going to my house
and walking in through the lower garage entrance. It led to the basement where
our family room was and sure enough, my mom and dad were in their usual
positions, laying back in the their LazyBoys watching TV.
�Hey honey, how�d it go?� my mom called out being the first to see me.
I sat down on the couch next to her chair and told her all about my date. My
dad was listening in as well although eh didn't say a word the entire time until
I was finished.
�Well, we�re proud of you,� my dad said, smiling at me. �I have to say, I�m
also proud that you took my advice!�
I got up and leaned over and kissed him briefly on the mouth. It wasn't until I
was back in my couch that I realized my mouth must still taste like Doug�s cum
but if my dad noticed anything, he didn't say a word.
�Well, I�m going to bed,� I announced.
�Yeah right,� my dad chuckled, �Just like this afternoon, right?�
�Mom!� I exclaimed, turning to her for some help with my outrageous father.
�Hey, don�t look to me for help, YOU�RE the one that can't keep her hands off
her pussy,� my mom replied, surprisingly going to my dad�s defense in this case.
I just rolled my eyes melodramatically and huffed in frustration. There wasn't
much I could do when they both ganged up on me like this.
I headed upstairs of my bed. My dad WAS right though, it wasn't to go to sleep
right away. My pussy and I had another date tonight � with each other!
THE END