Subject: Ghost From the Past
Story Codes: MF FF F-solo oral exhib incest father daughter cousins
Diary Date: October 9, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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When someone asks me where to go to meet people I always give them the
same answer – church! At first this may sound like the LAST place to
meet someone, especially if you’re looking to get laid, but if you think
about it, it’s full of people who probably are NOT going out to bars and
clubs yet are desperate for sex! As it turns out, recently my own advice
proved to be true once again for me when I was reunited with an old flame
– in more ways than one.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – My Past With Randy
Chapter 2 – A Church Encounter
Chapter 3 – Imagination Running Wild
Chapter 4 – Driving Home on Friday After School
Chapter 5 – Preparing for My Date With Randy
Chapter 6 – Dinner With Randy
Chapter 7 – Movie and a BJ
Chapter 8 – Randy Finally Fucks me
Chapter 1 – My Past With Randy
==============================
Note: There are a few diary entries from back in 2002 about me and Randy
so I won’t repeat everything here. If you’re interested, you can
read about us back then in:
Sept. 20, 2003 My 1st Time With a Virgin
Oct. 2, 2002 Fooling Around at My Boyfriend's House
Oct. 12, 2002 Caught by My Boyfriends Sister
Way back during the beginning of my senior year in high school there was
a boy in my church senior high youth group named Randy. I was a
seventeen year-old senior while he was just a sixteen year old junior.
Younger guys, especially those younger than me, typically weren't all
that interesting to me so he never caught my attention until one fateful
evening at a youth group meeting.
I was wearing my typical denim shorts (short but not TOO short for
church) with an old church camp t-shirt that was a baggy and really did
nothing for my figure. All in all, I was wearing the about the same
outfit as most of the other girls.
At one point Randy was sitting next to me and I couldn’t help but notice
that he was staring at my legs whenever he thought I wouldn’t notice (why
do guys always think they can get away with that?) Once when I knew he
was looking, the next time I turned my head quickly toward him and he
glanced away, blushing because he knew that I’d caught him. Actually I
thought his shyness was sort of cute and in a way it turned me on a bit.
At the time I wasn’t seeing anyone in particular and besides, if he got
rid of the dorky glasses I bet he’d look pretty hot. Maybe it was
because he was so shy, but I’d never seen him alone with a girl and I’d
never heard of anyone dating him.
Later on in the evening we played a scripture quiz game. The girls drew
names from a hat and wouldn’t you know it but I pulled out Randy’s name
to be my partner. Our table was off in the corner with nobody was too
close to us but it wasn't like we were alone or anything even close to
being like that. Still, I found myself thinking about how he had been
staring at my legs and crotch earlier, wondering what he was thinking at
the time.
In my mind, I pictured him going home later and laying in his bed all
alone at night, fantasizing about me and wanting me, wishing he could put
his hands all over me and feel those smooth tanned legs he’d been staring
at all night. I imagined him getting this wonderful erection and then
masturbating himself as he imagined me dropping my shorts and showing him
more of me than he’d seen before.
Sitting so close to him now, I started to get that feeling deep inside,
that irresistible itch that can only be truly satisfied by a man. It was
then that I really started looking at Randy with more than just curiosity
or passing interest. What he would be like if we were alone? How it
would feel to have him do more than just look at me? How big was his
dick? Had he ever fucked a girl with it? Heck, had anyone even sucked
it yet?
As it turned out, I managed to coax him into asking me out on a date
(actually I think I did most of the asking, he just agreed with what I
said). It was fun for me because I’d never dated a virgin before, let
alone a guy who hadn’t even been past first base! We went to see a movie
and I like to think that he still gets an urge to masturbate whenever he
remembers what I did to him that night. Long story short... Randy wasn't
a virgin when he returned home! What made it special for me was that he
was my first virgin. I’d never been fucked by a guy doing his first girl
before so he’ll always hold a special place in my memories.
After that we dated a bit on and off. His parents, especially his mom,
were crazy strict so we pretty much had do to everything at my house. I
can still remember the first time I met Randy’s mom at a church carwash.
Like most of the girls I was wearing shorts and a bikini top that left
little to the imagination, especially as we got wet, but it was good for
business.
At the time I hadn’t gotten together with Randy yet but even so, his mom
took one look at me and I knew from her pursed lips and narrowed eyes
that she wouldn't want her precious son to have anything to do with a
slutty girl like me. That image haunted me when I started going out with
Randy. Whenever I knew I would be seeing her I would try to dress more
conservatively and occasionally I even wore a bra (now THAT alone should
tell you how hard I was trying to please her!)
All my efforts to please his mother proved to be worth it as I was having
fun dating Randy. I called him my personal “Clark Kent” in that beneath
those dorky glasses and shy demeanor was a hunk of a sexy sixteen year-
old. Sex was all new to him which made it all the more entertaining for
me as well. I especially loved pushing him to do things that he’d never
done before. Perhaps one of the hottest things we did was to fuck on
their porch while his parents were watching TV in the living room next
door! He was so nervous I was afraid he might not be able to get it up
but once I started on him he “performed” magnificently! It just goes to
prove that a boy’s horniness will override his common sense every time!
Randy also had an older sister who was going to a local college at the
time. I never even saw her until one day Randy and I were taking
advantage of his parents’ absence and were fucking on their bed (another
time when Randy was terribly nervous but couldn't say no to me).
Wouldn’t you know it but that turned out to be the one time his sister
was home when I was there and she caught us doing it. It was touch and
go for a while, especially when I suggested that she join us (neither of
them went for THAT!), but it all worked out in the end, even if she did
threaten to use it as blackmail someday.
After a little while Randy and I just seemed to drift apart. I can’t
really explain why, it was just one of those things. Randy was a really
nice guy but I think I was a little much for him. Once I went to college
I totally lost touch with Randy. He wasn't at church whenever I was back
home and I heard something in passing once about him going to school out
west but I never really tried to find out the details. We never got THAT
serious and it was one of those things I chalked up as a fun time which
left me with a few fond memories.
Chapter 2 – A Church Encounter
==============================
With all that you can imagine my surprise when last Sunday at church a
ghost from my past suddenly appeared. Seated in the pew in front of me
was Randy along with his parents. At first I didn't even recognize him
but at the beginning of the service we always stand up and greet those
around us. When he turned around his eyes got big and for a moment I was
confused but then I remembered him. He’d lost the glasses, gotten a
better haircut and his skin had cleared up. As I shook his hand all I
could think of was, “Wow!”
When we sat back down my dad nudged me in the side with his elbow. His
eyes shifted to Randy and then back to me and I knew he was curious about
why I’d reacted as I did. I just grinned at him and he knew immediately
that this was someone I’d fucked before and that was all he needed to
know. Later I would remind him as I was sure I’d told him about Randy
back then and he had been home several of the times I’d brought Randy to
my room to fuck me. Odds were he had probably even peeked in to watch
but if I had a hard time recognizing Randy then there was no way my dad
was going to remember him. It’s not like he was the only boy I use to
bring home. Some girls like to bring home puppies – I preferred guys!
After church I managed to slip in next to Randy in the line to shake the
pastor’s hand. We only had a few minutes but we exchanged phone numbers
and he called me the next night to ask me out the following Friday night.
When he called I was over at my dad’s house visiting him and my Aunt
Linda (who was now living with him full-time) so I politely excused
myself and went up to my old bedroom to talk in private.
Randy and I chatted for a while on the phone and I learned that he was
still single, had graduated with a degree in some sort of engineering,
and had been living in California since then. Apparently his dot.com
company was hit by the recession and had gone bankrupt so now he was back
living with his parents until he could find a new job.
Surprisingly, given our past, we never discussed sex during the first
call, not even anything about our current dating arrangements for that
matter. It was pretty much just catching up on our college days and
careers. Of course I didn’t mention to him anything about my escorting
experiences or even the lingerie parties I modeled for. It wasn't that I
was ashamed of my escorting past, it’s that even though I didn’t have sex
with my clients, it’s still hard to explain it to people who didn’t know
me and I didn't want him to get any wrong impressions of me.
Chapter 3 – Imagination Running Wild
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Even though Randy and I didn’t talk about it, I was definitely thinking
about sex! Damn, he had looked so hot in church earlier in the week.
Memories of the first time I sucked his dick in the movie theater parking
lot came flooding back to me and then I recalled the expression on his
face the first time his dick entered my pussy – for that matter the first
time it had ever been in a pussy period. It was such a mixture of
pleasure and lust, and a little surprise as well. I can only imagine
what it must feel like for a boy to feel his dick surrounded by a warm
pussy for the very first time. If Randy was a typical example, it must
feel pretty damn good! Of course, I loved feeling in me was well and I
couldn't help but wish he was in me now!
As we talked I couldn't help but start to rub myself through the jeans I
was wearing as my pussy was getting that feeling it gets whenever I’m
horny – or least hornier than usual. As I was using my new Bluetooth toy
my dad had recently bought for me, I didn’t have to hold the phone or
even use the speakerphone which left both of my hands free. Hmmmmmm, so
is that what they REALLY mean when they say “hands free”?
Laying back on the bed, I quickly undid my jeans and slipped them down
and over my feet. Since I wasn't wearing any panties underneath, that
left me bare- bottomed on my bed – just like so many times during the
“old days” when I use to live here! For a brief moment my mind wandered
and I wondered just how many times I masturbated on this bed – hundreds?
Thousands? All I knew was that it was a LOT!
Little did Randy know but as he went on about college and his job that I
was masturbating at the other end of the line, thinking about his
wonderful hard dick that I use to love to suck and have fuck me so much.
They say you never forget your first virgin and all I can say is I agree!
It was such a thrill that night to be his first, to know that my pussy
was the only one that had ever felt his dick pushing itself up inside of
it. When he came in me (which didn’t take long the first time, to be
sure) it was extra special for me because I knew he had never given his
sperm to any other girl before me.
After we hung up, remained on my bed, masturbating as I dreamed of what
it would be like to meet Randy again, to feel his hands roaming all over
me, groping me, exploring me and fondling me. True, odds were he’d been
with plenty of girls since we had dated, but I would always be his
“first” and hopefully I’d still be special to him because of it. I
wondered if he’d gotten an erection while he was talking to me? Had he
been stroking himself while I’d been rubbing my pussy? Was he jerking
off at this very same moment, just as I was masturbating about him,
hoping I would get the chance have him to fuck me again after all these
years?
My hips arched upwards as I thrust two fingers deep into my wet pussy,
imagining it was Randy fucking me with his steel-hard cock. I remembered
how hard he use to get and how fast he would get that way when he was
with me, whether it was “appropriate” at the time or not. I just loved
the way he use to beg me to let him fuck me all the time, like he
couldn't get enough of me once he found out how good it was to have sex
with me. It was like I had broken down some dam inside of him and all
that sperm wanted to get out and into my pussy (or my mouth, depending on
the occasion).
“Ohhhhhh!” I moaned softly as my orgasm rose within me like a tsunami
rising as it approaches the shore.
It steadily grew in intensity as my pussy gripped my fingers tightly,
imagining it was Randy’s dick that was filling me. I reached under my
sweatshirt and rubbed my boobs, twisting my hardened nipples with my
fingers as I fucked my tight pussy with my other hand. God I wished
Randy was with me now, just as he had been in this very same bed with me
so many times before, fucking me and cumming in me over and over again.
At the time I was so lost in my orgasm that I almost didn’t notice the
bed moving but something caught my attention and when then I opened my
eyes, I saw it was my dad, naked as he positioned himself between my legs
while my Aunt Linda watched from the doorway. He didn't say a word but
the lust in his face told me more than a speech ever could. His dick was
fully erect and ready for action.
Mmmmmmm, had they been watching me as I masturbated? Either way it
didn’t matter as in total silence he pushed my hand out of the way and
then drove his hard cock into his daughter’s pussy. My orgasm, which had
been starting to wane, suddenly picked up again and my dad groaned as he
struggled to stroke his cock in and out of my spasming pussy.
“Oh daddy, that feels so damn good,” I sighed, my eyes shut as I tried to
concentrate on nothing but his dick in me, “Fuck me daddy... fuck me...
fuck me more. Love me daddy... show me how much you really love me!”
Under the circumstances I guess I sort of expected him to say SOMETHING
in response to me but he seemed completely focused on fucking me as he
held himself up on his hands as his hips thrust his dick even deeper
inside of me and then pulled it almost all the way, just to thrust it
back in me all the way yet again... and again... and again. He has
driving it hard into me, pushing me into the bed as he put his weight
behind his cock, drilling it as deep as he could into my pussy. His head
pulled back and I heard him groaning as he struggled to hold himself
back.
“Cum in daddy, it’s OK, cum in me now!” I urged him as I wrapped my pegs
around him and pulled him into me.
My father dropped to his elbows, trying to keep from crushing me as my
boobs pressed into his hairy chest.
“Oh baby!” he groaned again, but this time I felt his hips jerking as he
began to ejaculate.
Dad had his dick into me all the way, his hairy crotch grinding into my
bare pussy as load after load of his incestuous sperm was pumped into my
waiting pussy. Any thoughts of Randy were long gone as I reveled in the
feeling of my father cumming inside of me. I loved it when he came in
me, when he showed me how much he loved me, when he gave me his sperm,
when he mated his daughter out of his parental love as well as his
genuine male lust for me. My pussy felt so wet and warm as he held his
dick still in me, now surrounded by his daughter’s loving pussy as his
cum drenched me inside.
“Oh god I love you so much Kelly,” he whispered to me as he tried to
gather his breath.
I knew exactly what he meant. It was the love of a caring father for his
daughter, the kind of love only a father can give, the kind of love only
a daughter can receive. Of course he didn't have to fuck me to show his
love for me, but the fact he DID fuck me just made it all the better and
more intense. If he didn’t love me and respect me, he couldn't fuck me
like this. At the same time, if he didn't lust for me the way a man
lusts for a younger women, he couldn't have fucked me like this either!
It was wonderful for me to know that while I knew his deepest desires and
needs were fulfilled by me, it was also a sign of my love for him that I
allowed him to fuck me this way.
He started to move but I didn’t want this moment to end do quickly.
“Stay in me daddy,” I begged him gently, “I want to feel your dick in me
a little longer.”
“Anything for my baby girl,” he whispered to me as we kissed.
It wasn’t a “family” kiss where you peck and part, yet at the same time
it wasn't like when I kiss another man either. It was the kind of kiss
only a father and daughter can share. It was romantic in that it made me
feel good, especially with his dick still in me which was driving my
pussy crazy but not in a “lover” type of romance. This was yet another
way for us to each express our love and respect for the other in a way
that was personal and incredible intimate.
“Oh daddy... I love you inside of me like this,” I whispered in a soft
voice.
It was so perfect, just the two of us lying in bed, joined together as
only a man and woman can be. I could have gone on all night like this...
it was just SO special.
“Well, it’s good to see the two of you are having such a good time.”
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice from the door. I looked
over my dad’s shoulder and saw my Aunt Linda was still standing there,
naked with her one hand on her hip while the other was resting on the
door handle. She had been naked earlier as well, for some reason getting
into this nudity thing since she moved in with my dad, running around
stark naked most of the time. It wasn't something she had done before
when she lived with Kristi so I wasn't quite sure why she had started it,
but my dad seemed to get a kick out of it so I didn't question it.
My dad started to lift himself off of me when my aunt said, “Oh no, I
didn’t mean for you to stop, I was trying to say how nice you looked
together.”
It was too late, intentional or not she had broken the spell and my dad
got up. Actually, his cock had dwindled down to where it had barely been
in me anyway but still, it was not how much he had in me, but the fact he
WAS in me that mattered. Now it just hung limp, wet with a mixture of
our cum.
“Mmmmmmm, now THAT looks too good to pass up,” my aunt said as she rubbed
her hands and stepped into my room.
She kneeled down and took my dad’s dick in her mouth, sucking it clean.
Unfortunately, there was no way he would be responding this quickly after
having just fucked me so after she had gotten a good taste she stood back
up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“Ahhhhhh, “ she sighed as she turned to look at me with a grin, “You
know, you taste pretty good on him Kelly!”
We all laughed a bit at that. I gathered my jeans and carried them down
with me as we retreated to the family room in the basement to watch TV.
I left after a little while but from the look my aunt was giving my dad,
I had a feeling they didn’t wait long after I left to have some fun of
their own!
Chapter 4 – Driving Home on Friday After School
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Friday night came quickly. I love teaching and whereas in the past I use
to count the days, hours and minutes until the end of the week, now I
actually feel a little disappointed when the bell rings after the final
period of the week. This week, however, I wasn’t as disappointed as
usual because I knew later that night I would be seeing Randy again after
all these years! All week I’d thought of him on and off. More than a
few times in class I could barely keep my hands from reaching under my
dress. Of course I never actually DID anything. Even though most of my
students were only ten to twelve years old, they still would’ve known
something was up if their teaching started moaning with her hand in her
crotch!
The traffic on Fridays was always the worse and what was typically at
most a twenty minute drive was usually thirty or more on Fridays. It was
all small streets so there were lots of stops signs and street lights.
It was hard to concentrate on my driving when all I would think about was
Randy and how he would be fucking me this evening. Yes, I’d already
decided he was going to fuck me, whether he knew it yet or not! Somehow
I didn't think he would mind.
At school, as a teacher I am required to wear long dresses and skirts
which come well below the knee (they preferred to the ankle but I usually
went with half- way to the knee). Sitting in my car waiting for yet
another of a seeming endless stream of red lights, my pussy was literally
aching as I thought about how good Randy’s dick would taste. Did he
still get so incredibly hard? Could it still go from flaccid to fully
erect in less than minute or was that just my memory being overly
imaginative? My hand left the steering wheel and I pressed through my
skirt between my legs. A surge went through me like an electric shock as
I nailed my already sensitive clit.
As horny as I was, I really didn't want to get my skirt messed up so I
grabbed the material and inched it up over my knees and up to my waist.
Unfortunately I had on nylon stockings but at least no pantyhose, just
some plain cotton panties which were intended to be more comfortable than
sexy. My philosophy was that if I was going to be forced to wear them to
school, I may as well be comfortable. After all, it wasn't like anyone
would be seeing them anyway. Most of the other teachers were twice my
age and since I’d taken care of my issues with the administrator, there
wasn't anyone interested in what was under my dress in the first place
other than maybe a precocious sixth grader and I wasn't interested in
THAT sort of attention!.
My foot was planted on the brake as I reached under and pulled my panties
aside. Damn I was already so wet! I could actually smell the odor of my
horny crotch as I started to lightly play with myself. The light turned
green and for a ,moment I just let my hand rest against my crotch as I
steered my way around traffic until the next stop light forced me to come
to a stop once again.
Normally I would have been mumbling under my breath about the
intelligence – or lack of, of the traffic engineers that times the lights
but today I almost welcomed the pause as it allowed me to focus on myself
for a few moments.
Looking to the side of me, I saw a guy in a suit tapping his steering
wheel with his fingers, obviously anxious to get home or to wherever he
was going, He turned to me and smiled when he saw me looking at him. I
wondered what he would say if he knew at that very moment the girl he was
smiling at was masturbating in her car as she waited for the light
alongside of him! The thought made me even hornier and I bit my lip to
keep from crying out as my clit reacted to the increasingly faster
motions of my fingers. The light turned and his lane moved faster so he
was quickly out of site as once again I tried to focus on my driving.
With each red light it became more and more difficult to pay attention to
the light as turned green. I was getting so close! This time I didn't
stop playing with myself as the traffic crawled ahead. Damn it felt so
good to touch myself! My damn panties kept getting in the way and
finally I was so frustrated that at the next light I reached down and
slipped them off, pulling them down to my ankles and stepping out of
them, leaving them on the floor under my feet. I lifted my skirt even
higher such that my now bare as was directly on the warm seat beneath me.
God I wanted to cum so bad!
HONK! I opened my eyes and looked in the rear-view mirror where some
bitch was beeping at me. I realized about two car lengths had opened up
between me and the car ahead of me which I quickly closed up – like it
made any difference in this mess. I wished I could scream out at her and
tell her I was about ready to cum so give me a break! Fuck I was so
close now... almost there...
Wouldn't you know it, just as I started to cum the damn light turned
green. Somehow IU managed to step on the gas lightly as my body went
rigid and I could feel my rising orgasm racking me from head to toe.
Crap, the light ahead was green as well, the first one in ages and it had
to be now! It was like torture, trying to drive while at the same time
stuffing my finger up in me as I came.
I glanced to the side and saw a mother with her kids, probably off to
soccer practice or who knows what. They didn't pay any attention to me.
The kids looked to be maybe 8th grade or so, old enough that they
probably masturbated at home, even if their mother didn't believe it.
They weren’t looking my way but if they had, would they have recognized
the look on my face, the intense feeling of pleasure that was filling my
body as I tried to breath, drive and continue to masturbate all at the
same time?
The boy turned and I bit my tongue as he looked aimlessly out the window.
We finally stopped at the next light as I continued to pump my fingers in
and out of me while my orgasm dwindled. What if I rolled down my window
and asked his mom if her son could fuck me? What would he say if he knew
the girl in the car next to him was craving a dick – his dick at the
moment, more than anything else in the world right now? I bet he would
have loved to fuck me, shoving that young hard cock deep in my soaking
wet horny pussy.
I almost missed the runoff to my street and then I was home. I sat there
with the engine off for a few minutes, leaning my head back against the
headrest as I slowly played with myself. I suppose if someone had walked
by now and looking in they would have gotten quite an eyeful but I didn't
give a damn at the moment. My eyes were closed and all I could think
about was how badly I wanted to be fucked right at that moment. Damn, it
was still a few hours before I met Randy. God I wish he would come by
right now and fuck me in my car, right now and right here.
Finally I calmed down enough to gather my senses and get out of my car.
I straightened out my skirt and then turned back, remembering what I’d
left behind. Reached back in to the driver’s side floor, I retrieved my
panties where I’d unceremoniously dropped them off so many miles earlier.
Poor things, they were all dirty now and it wasn't their fault they got
in the way! I tucked them into my coat pocket and headed up the stairs
to the front door and let myself in.
Chapter 5 – Preparing for My Date With Randy
============================================
Thankfully Kristi wasn't home so I had the house to myself. The last
thing I needed right now in the state I was in was to have to deal with
her fucking some boy she’d brought home after cruising the middle school
practice field. Usually I just pretended not to notice and let her have
her fun but as horny as I was right now I might have not had the
willpower to “just say no”.
As I undressed, I recalled how that young boy looked in the car next to
me and yet again wondered what he would have done had he had any idea of
what was happening just a few feet away in the car next to him.
I always showered when I got home but today I especially needed one.
Lord only knew how badly I stunk like sex after masturbating so hard in
my car. The warm stream felt so good against my bare skin. I turned to
face the shower head and let it stroke me on my face and chest. The
water hitting my nipples felt so wonderful and the stream that formed in
my cleavage caused a funny sensation inside of me. I cupped my breasts
in each hand, squeezing them as I closed my eyes and let the shower flow
over them.
Mmmmmmm, imagine in just a few hours it wouldn't be MY hands playing with
my boobs. Randy had always loved my breasts, even though when we dated
they were at least a full size smaller than they were now. If he liked
them back then, I was hoping he would love them now! He had been like a
little boy on Christmas morning with them, touching and fondling my boobs
like they were something totally new to him – and I guess in a way they
were at the time. He had told me mine were the first breasts he had ever
touched.
Speaking of the first things for him to touch, I let one hand run down
and cup my crotch as I recalled the first time Randy had put his hand
inside my shorts and touched my pussy slit. He’d frozen at the first
touch, as if he had no idea of what to do now that he had reached what he
had been dreaming of for so long. It was so cute!
It got me incredibly hot to whisper instructions to him, teaching him how
to touch a girl, explaining the parts of my womanhood and instructing him
on how to make me feel good. It was almost like masturbating as he did
exactly what I told him, almost to a fault. It wasn't until the third
time or so that he seemed to feel comfortable to initiate anything and to
try things on his own.
Pushing my finger inside of me. I turned away from the shower and let it
strike me in the back of the neck and between my shoulders. God, it had
felt so incredible the first time he put his dick in me. Even though by
then I’d been fucked by quite a few guys, there was something special
about knowing it was the first time this dick had ever been inside a
pussy. Every other guy that had fucked me before Randy had been with at
least one other girl which made Randy special to me - ,my pussy was the
only one he had ever experienced.
The poor boy had barely gotten his dick all the way in me when he
exploded and filled me with cum. He started to pull out, a little
embarrassed I think at his quick discharge but I assured him it was
natural and fine with me. besides, he didn’t shrink one bit after that
first time and soon he was fucking me again, with more control this time
now that he had cum.
With my eyes closed I turned to the side and leaned back against the wide
wall of the bathtub as the shower continued but I wasn't paying any
attention to it. My eyes were closed and all I could think about was
that first time when Randy had fucked me. Then I started to think of the
other times we’d done it and how hot it had been when his parents had
been in the next room. Even when his sister had caught us I remember he
hadn’t shrunk a bit but kept fucking me even though I knew he was
mortified at the sight of her in the doorway. Mmmmmmm, if only she had
joined us. It would have been fantastic if she had let her brother fuck
her!
As I masturbated I felt my hand being pushed aside and another finger was
toying with my pussy. At first I thought it was just my imagination
working overtime and then I opened my eyes and saw Kristi standing there
with the shower curtain moved aside. She was naked and had reached in to
help me out. Seeing I was aware of her, she grinned and joined me,
turning off the shower as she did.
“Mmmmmmm, now THIS is the way I like to find you when I come home,” she
murmured to me as she kissed me and played with my pussy.
Kristi and I had played together enough over the years for her to know
just where to touch me and just how to do it in order to get me off – as
if it really mattered at this moment where she did. Her perky boobs slid
against mine, slippery from the wet shower as our breasts pressed against
each other’s. She had her crotch pressed up against my hips, using me to
rub herself against as she masturbated herself like a dog humping my leg.
Hmmmmmm, somebody else must have been pretty horny herself as well!
“Oh god Kristi, don't stop,” I begged her as another orgasm struck me.
God, this was turning out to be quite the Friday evening already and I
hadn’t even been picked up by Randy yet!
We played together in the shower for another twenty to thirty minutes
until we were both exhausted. I grabbed a towel and threw in on my bed,
plopping down in the middle of it without even drying myself off. Kristi
did the same and we both laid there on our backs, nude and wet after both
of us had just finished cumming yet again.
“Damn, that was good,” Kristi sighed, “Now do you mind telling me what
this was all about?” she giggled.
I explained to her about my ride home and how horny I’d been when I came
through the door. Kristi chuckled when I mentioned about being relieved
to find her not home with some young boy.
“Fuck, if I’d known you were going to come home like some tramp in heat
I’d of had the whole boy scout troop over!” she laughed, “AND their
leader!” she added.
I could only imagine where she was going so I didn’t respond, figuring it
was probably better I didn’t know. Somehow I managed to get myself up
and back to the bathroom to get myself ready. Looking back, I saw Kristi
roll over on her side and start going at it again. It really didn't
surprise me, she usually masturbated every day when she came home from
school so why should today be any different?
I glanced at the clock next to my bed and my eyes popped open. Damn it,
I only had an hour now before Randy was picking me up! I’d better get
going and dreaming about him fucking me or I wouldn’t be ready when he
came and really DID!
All week I’d been having a running debate with myself as to how to
approach this date. It wasn't like randy and I had never been together
before and when we were, it had been all about sex. I never felt
anything romantic for him when we dated, just enjoying the time we spent
together. He never mentioned anything himself, never uttering the “L”
word, thank God, and for all I knew, he was happy just fucking me every
chance he got. So now the question was, did I pick up where we left off
or what?
From what I could see, I had several options. The easiest would be just
to go at it as if our last date had been last week and simply have a good
time. Then again, this wasn't the same Randy I knew back in high school
– this glass geek and innocent virgin. Certainly he’d been with other
girls since he’d had me and I wondered how many he’d fucked – and how he
compared me to them. Back in high school I felt I was pretty “skilled”
compared to most girls my age when it came to sex but that was a long
time ago – and a LOT of guys ago for me. Certainly he had fucked other
‘experienced” girls after me, most likely older and more experienced than
I had been at the time. Certainly I was due some “extra credit” in the
grading curve for being his first, but that didn't mean I had been his
best.
What if Randy wanted something more than just sex? What if he was
looking for some sort of “relationship”? In some ways that wouldn’t
bother me as I WAS 24 now, approaching 25, and sooner or later I needed
to start getting serious with a guy again before I became an old maid. I
didn't know randy really at all so would I even WANT to get serious with
him? Was it worth NOT having sex right away with him to try and
establish some sort of platonic relationship first? Was that even
necessary? Just because we started off with sex, did that mean we
couldn't have a “serious” relationship later?
Of course, there was always the last option- just dating him and having
fun without sex AND without worrying about a relationship. Yeah right...
THAT option lasted about 3 seconds!
In the end, I had decided about mid-week to go for sex, pure and simple.
I’d been the class slut when he met me back then, so why not be a slut
for him now? Any second thoughts I may have had were crushed in the wake
of my behavior the past couple of hours. Heck, if I wasn’t lusting for
Randy so badly, then how do you explain what I’d been doing? Just as I
always say a ,man’s erection never lies when it comes to his intentions,
in a way the same applies to my pussy. It’s almost impossible for me NOT
to get wet and horny and start playing with myself when I’m really turned
on by someone and want nothing more than to have him (or her) fuck me.
Randy had mentioned something about dinner and a movie – just as our
first date had been. Hmmm, why not re-enact that evening?
Back then when I was getting ready for my first date with Randy I’d also
showered, shaving my legs and around my crotch. Back then I trimmed a
little patch of my pubic hair that I kept around (I was shaved bare now).
If I recalled correctly, I’d worn a cute blue plaid skirt and a white
lace blouse. The blouse was semi-sheer and buttoned down the front while
my skirt had come less than halfway down my thighs.
A smile came to me as I remembered choosing a pair of standard white
cotton panties and even wore a bra for the first time on a date in ages.
All-in-all it had actually been a pretty conservative outfit for me
compared to what I wore for some boys but I was worried then that Randy
might be scared off if I wore one of my more daring dating outfits,
especially the cute little skirt and halter set my dad use to refer to as
“Kelly’s high school slut outfit” (but actually it was his favorite!).
Looking through my things, I didn't have the blue plaid skirt but I DID
have a red one that my dad had bought as part of a “naughty schoolgirl”
outfit a while back. It was shorter than the one I’d worn before for
randy, coming down only a few inches below my ass in the back. It was
really intended more as a “costume” than an “outfit” to wear in public
but I doubted that Randy would complain. As for the blouse, I had
several that were similar and actually ended up with the one that went
with the schoolgirl costume. It was practically sheer and the red bra I
chose to wear under it would be plainly visible. Again, not intended for
public consumption but nothing most guys would say anything about.
The bra was one of my fav’s from Victoria’s Secret, deeply cut, snapping
in the front with lace around the upper portions of the cups. While not
a “wonder” style bra, it did lift and hold my breasts nicely, pushing
them up and together to “enhance” my cleavage. It wasn't exactly the
most comfortable thing to wear and I never would have lasted a full day
at school in it, but I didn't intend to be wearing it TOO long tonight so
comfort wasn't exactly a concern.
I had several sets of heels that all would have gone well with the outfit
but in the end picked out a rather simple pair of high heels with an
ankle strap. The heel was about four inches, enough to show off my legs
nicely but so much as to make it feel like I was on stilts. I’d gotten a
pedicure the night before so my toes looked good and I thought a light
gold chain with a small heart charm around my left ankle added a nice
touch.
The schoolgirl outfit came with white thigh-highs that really looked sexy
but those would have been over the top should I have to walk into
somewhere public – as if the skirt and blouse weren't enough already.
Then again... I thought about it some more and decided that so long as I
wore a longer coat, maybe one that came down to my knees, that I could
wear about anything and it wouldn’t matter. Thus the white hose came out
of the drawer and completed the ensemble. I looked in the mirror and
grinned as I recalled the look on my dad’s face the first time I’d worn
it for him after he’d bought it for me.
“Hey, isn’t that the outfit your dad bought you last year?” Kristi said,
peeking in from the doorway.
She was still nude, but then she usually was around the house. “Didn’t
he wind up fucking you like in about two minutes that time?” she giggled.
I turned and grinned at her. Actually, it was probably at least ten
minutes as I’d done a bit of a dance for him and teased me. Like, he
deserved to get his money’s worth so I wasn't about to strip it off the
first minute! In the end, I actually didn't undress at all, at least not
the first time. He had just pulled the pulled the panties aside and I
sat on his lap as he fucked me in his chair with the entire outfit still
on, even the bra.
Well, Randy wasn’t aware of what me and my dad did so I wouldn't be
telling him how this outfit had been initiated, that was for sure!
Still, I thought it was rather appropriate that I was now wearing one of
my dad’s favorite outfits to go out with a guy he use to watch fucking me
up in my bedroom when I was in high school!
“So what do you think cuz? Will he like it?” I asked Kristi, posing for
her with my hands on my hips and a pouty look on my face.
“Shit, if he doesn’t you know he’s gay!” Kristi laughed. Then she got
this nasty grin and licked her lips, saying, “Actually, it turns ME on as
well!”
We both laughed but yet IU think we both knew she was serious – and I
didn't mind it either. Even though what Kristi and I had done a little
earlier wasn't something we did all that often, I can’t say I didn't
enjoy having sex with her. It was just better that we didn't do it all
the time since we had to live with another as well. Actually I think we
use to do it more when I lived in my own apartment than we did now that I
had moved in together with her.
With that I gather my purse and coat and went to the living room to wait
for Randy as it was about time for him to show up. Kristi went off to
her room - I had a pretty good idea why, leaving me to wait by myself. I
only had a few minutes when headlights shined and a car stopped in front
of the house. Randy popped out from the driver’s door and stood there,
evidently thinking I would come out to meet him.
Wrong! Instead, I waited for him to finally come to his senses and come
to the door to greet me. Call me romantic, but I figure the least a guy
can do is pick me up at the door, especially when he knows what’s in
store for him later. My body tingling as he approached. God he looked
so hot!
Finally, the night was here. I couldn't wait to be with Randy once again
after all these years.
Chapter 6 – Dinner With Randy
=============================
Hi Randy,” I greeted him at the front door, “That’s so sweet if you to
come to the door for me like a gentleman.”
My sarcasm was totally lost on him but then I guess I couldn't blame him.
He seemed more interested in my legs at the moment, probably wondering
what was further up but with my coat already on that was pretty well
hidden from view – as I intended it to be for the time being at least.
He held open the storm door as I closed the door and checked to see that
it was locked behind me. Too bad Kristi was still occupied up in her
room. I would have loved her to see what I had all to myself for the
evening! I smiled as I imagined her returning to her room once again
after getting an eyeful of Randy.
“Something you wanted to say?” Randy asked, evidently thinking I was
smiling because of something I wanted to tell him. Rather than say he
was wrong, I made something up instead.
“Just thinking back to all those years ago when we went on our first
date.” I replied.
By now we were at his car and he held the door open for me. “Well,
things have changed quite a bit since then for both of us I imagine,” he
said as he closed the door and quickly hurried to the other side. I
looked around the car and was slightly miffed that it had a large console
in the center. While I could probably still reach over it for his
crotch, any hopes of blowing him while he was driving were pretty much
off the table now without performing some wild gymnastics – which I
wasn't dressed for.
I was waiting for him to ask me if I had a preference as to where we
would go for dinner but he had indeed grown up and didn’t ask but rather
started driving somewhere. Rather than appear nervous and ask him where
he was going, I just sat back and waited to see what happened. We made
some small talk as he drove and I noticed he kept glancing over at me.
All that was available for his viewing pleasure at the moment were my
legs as my coat covered everything else. Even then, the coat barely
covered the tops of my thighs so it must have been obvious to him that
whatever was underneath couldn't have been very much. It was SO tempting
to look over at his crotch to see if there was any response yet but I
kept my eyes ahead except for when I turned to look at him - and then I
looked him in the eyes without glancing lower.
Randy turned off and started heading up a steep hill and I knew the area
well enough to know there was only one thing ahead of us. It rather
surprised me as I had assumed we would be going to some dark restaurant
with a quiet, out of the way booth were we could be more “personal”. Yes
indeed, probably the last place I would have ever guessed would be a
Japanese steak house!
“I hope you like places like this,” Randy said as he pulled up to the
door to let me out before he parked the car.
I just smiled and nodded and stepped out when it became obvious he wasn’t
going to get out to open the door for me.
As I turned to exit the car, I noted an older couple entering. The
husband was holding the door open for his wife (I assumed she was anyway)
and he turned to see me getting out of the car. I tried not to notice
his stare as I allowed my coat to pull up enough to reveal that my skirt
had to be EALLY short based on the amount of thigh he got to see. Randy
pulled away but the guy was polite and held the door open for me as well
while his wife waited impatiently inside.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile as I passed by him.
“Oh it’s my pleasure,” he replied.
Then he saw his wife glaring at him and he quickly hustled over to be
with her while she in turn shifted her glare to me instead. She didn’t
say anything out loud but it was obvious what she was thinking about me.
Cool! I must be looking goof tonight to earn her wrath while I still had
my coat on!
Randy appeared in a few minutes and checked on his reservation. He told
me it would only be a few minutes and offered to take my coat and check
it. Yeah, like I was going to parade around the restaurant in THIS
outfit! I’m sure most of the guys wouldn't mind but even I have enough
common sense to know when something’s over the line.
“Ummmmm, I think I'll keep it on... it’s sort of chilly in here,” I said,
clinging to my coat.
Just then a girl came to us and said out table was ready – that was
quick! She led the way towards the back of the restaurant to a table
which could seat eight people, two at each end and four in the middle.
She started to offer a seat in the middle but I nudged Randy and nodded
towards the end against the wall. He picked up on my not-too-subtle hint
and motioned to the girl that we preferred the other seats. She didn't
seem to mind and for the moment we were the only ones at the table.
“Do you want me to help you with your coat?” Randy asked. I rolled my
eyes and shook my head slowly.
“I... well... I didn't really come dressed for this place,” I started to
say but he didn’t seem to understand.
“Oh I’m sure they don't care if you’re not dressed up all fancy,” he
encouraged me, totally clueless it seemed to the reality of the
situation. Since he didn't seem to be able to take a hint, I unbuttoned
my coat and opened it up enough for him to see underneath.
“Whoa!” he said under his breath as his eyes immediately went to his
favorite spot – my chest. Even in the rather dim light he must have been
able to see how sheer my blouse was and the red bra underneath had to be
plainly visible. “Sorry... guess I sort of blew it, didn’t I?” he
apologized. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
Before I had time to answer, the girl brought in the older couple that I
had “met” on my way in and seated them next to us. Actually, he was
seated next to Randy who was at the corner while the wife was to his side
furthest from us. When she realized who was sitting at our table I could
see her eyes open and for a moment it looked like she was going to say
something to her husband, probably about moving to another table. Too
late, he had already taken her coat and helped her to sit down before she
could get anything out.
Before seeing the old bitch I was about to accept Randy’s offer to eat
somewhere else. Indeed, I would have been happy eating something out in
the parking lot, if you know what I mean. But seeing the way she looked
at me, that high and mighty, “holier than though” aristocratic snobby
attitude, I decided that this wasn't so bad at all. In fact, maybe I
should think twice about removing my coat.
“Oh no, this is just fine,” I said back to Randy, acting as though I
hadn’t even noticed out new table neighbors. “In fact, I’ve warmed up
now so maybe you can help me with my coat after all.”
Randy gave me that “are you sure?” look but I pushed back my coat, leaned
forward and lowered my arms for him to take it off of me. When he pulled
it off, I leaned back and grinned ever so slightly as I saw the older guy
staring at me, not to mention the other couples that were now filling in
the remaining seats at the table. Although they couldn't see my skirt
from the way I was seated, my blouse was plainly visible – or not,
depending on how you wanted to describe it. I’d left the top three
buttons undone so it was opened up down to the bottom of my cleavage,
allowing the red bra underneath to poke out slightly from the opening.
“Damn, that is one HOT outfit, Kelly!” Randy whispered to me in my ear.
He was also the only one who could see just how short my skirt was,
barely covering my ass as I sat down, exposing almost my entire upper
thigh.
Perhaps I should have been a little self-conscious about my outfit but
then it’s not like I was actually exposing anything. Had I been wearing
a white bra instead of a bright red one it probably wouldn't have been so
noticeable but then what was the point in that? Once the dinner got
started and our soup and salads arrived, everyone seemed more involved in
the dinner anyway so it rally became a non-issue for the most part. Now
and then I would catch one of the men stealing a glance my way, but they
all had wives and/or girlfriends with them to keep their interests in
check.
It wasn't until the cook arrived started his thing that Randy took any
initiative. While I was watching the “volcano” erupt, I felt his hand on
my leg – finally! I looked over at him and he started to pull his hand
away, misinterpreting my looking at him for disapproval. I put my hand
on his and pulled it up even higher onto my thigh.
“Don't you dare take it off,” I said softly to him, licking my lips ever
so slightly, “I was wondering if you were ever going to touch me!
Randy rubbed my leg softly, inching his way up a little at a time until
he reached the hem of my skirt where he paused. I reached down again and
pushed his hand underneath and for once he took the hint! It was only a
few more inches until he reached my panties and I spread my legs open
just a bit to make it easier for him. Once again, he took the hint and
reached in between to press on my pussy through my panties.
“Panties?” he questioned in a low whisper and then grinned.
I knew what he was referring to. When we dated I rarely wore panties,
making this the one of the few times that he had to deal with them so far
as I was concerned at least.
The chef started to hand out the first round of food so Randy had to pull
his hand away, at least for the moment. Everyone was focused on the chef
so I decided it was time to start being naughty. Reaching underneath me,
I slipped my panties off and over my knees, letting them drop to the
floor where I lifted my feet off of them. It was a bit of a pain with my
heels but eventually they were all alone under my feet.
“Ummmmm, Randy, I need some help,” I said softly to him.
He looked at me with a curious expression and I continued, “I dropped
something on the floor.”
Most likely he first thought I was talking about my napkin but when he
looked down and saw what I was referring to, he just shook his head and
reached down to grab them. Rather than hand them to me, he boldly put
them in his pocket.
“You didn't need those in the first place,” he explained with a sly grin.
The rest of the dinner went pretty much without further incident. It
felt better to not have my panties on. Fortunately I was hidden by the
table as in a normal table arrangement anyone seated opposite me would
have had a fairly good view of my bare crotch. The couple who were last
to arrive were then the first to leave.
Randy and I got up then and he helped me with my coat. When I put my
arms back to let him put it on me, I could feel my skirt lifting up and
for a moment it must have slid up just enough to prove I wasn't wearing
anything as I heard a distinct gasp from the old bitch but I wasn't about
to give her the satisfaction of looking at her and letting her glare at
me again.
Soon we were at the entrance once again where I waited for Randy to get
the car. I was hoping the older couple would come up and give me another
chance to flash the husband but no doubt she was making sure I was long
gone before she let her husband approach the entrance again. Too bad,
maybe she might have gotten the old guy worked up for later when they got
home if she hadn’t been so prudish!
Chapter 7 – Movie and a BJ
==========================
Once we were back in the car Randy was finally able to talk openly with
me.
“Wow, now I see why you wore that coat tonight,” he gushed, “That is one
incredible outfit!”
Just in time I caught myself as I was about to say my dad had bought it
for me but I’m wasn't sure how Randy would react to that news. It didn’t
have to mean I had sex with my dad, just that he bought me sexy clothes
but still, some guys might find even that a little too much to deal with.
Isn’t it funny how guys all seem to love incest stories until it’s their
own girlfriend that is involved?
As he drove off, I undid the coat again to give him a better view.
Lifting up my skirt, I let him see my bare crotch and teased him with,
“So are you going to give me back my panties?”
“Hell no... I like things just the way they are now,” he chuckled,
reaching over to pat me softly on my crotch. “I see you shave it all off
now... that something new?”
Reaching down to rub my bare pussy, I replied, “Actually I’ve been this
quite for quite a while now. Do you like it better this way?”
“Hey, I love your pussy no matter what hair style you choose. Bald is
cool though.”
“Does it feel good this way?” I teased him.
Randy reached over again and ran his finger up and down my pussy and then
pulled his hand away as he tried to steer through traffic. “Pretty damn
good if you ask me.”
We were already at the theater so I decided to wait until we were inside
to continue our little game. Randy bought the tickets and soon we were
seated in the theater. It wasn't that crowded but we still took a pair
of seats towards the top and off to one side where we were a number of
rows and seats away from anyone else. Randy handed me some popcorn as he
helped me out of my coat once again.
“I don't think you’ll be needing this in here,” he said, grinning as he
did.
For a moment I was tempted to slip off my skirt as well as I could always
pull my coat over my lap if anyone came close. Being bottomless in the
theater would have been hot but at the same time, it would have been more
for show than necessity as the skirt was already so short it barely
covered my crotch as it was. Besides, I wouldn't put it past Randy to
grab it and hide it away the same as he had done with my panties should I
take it off, forcing me to go leave the theater later with nothing on my
bottom under my coat. Not that such a thing would have been so bad, it
was more the principle than anything else. If I was going to be
bottomless when we left, it would be MY decision, not his.
By now Randy HAD to have gotten the message that I wasn’t going to be
playing hard to get. During the week I had debated how to approach this
moment and I didn't see any reason to deviate from my plans so it was
time to get down to the business at hand – Randy’s dick! I lifted the
armrest that separated us and scooted over uptight against him, placing
my hand firmly on his crotch so I could feel him firmness underneath his
pants. I wasn't disappointed – he was already becoming aroused!
“You know, I’ve been thinking all week about your dick Randy,” I murmured
to him, purring like a kitten.
If he was surprised by my boldness, he didn't let on. It wasn't like
this was our first date or anything after all. No doubt he would have
been more surprised if I had played it cool but then my goal wasn't to
surprise him... not by a long shot. Nope, if there were going to be any
surprises it would be how fast I could make him cum.
The rest of the theater didn't seem to be paying any attention to us so
there was no reason to wait. I reached over and undid his belt and
buckle while he put his arm around me and started to play with my boobs
through my blouse and bra. Damn, that boy still loved boobs as much as
ever! Soon I had his dick free and in my hand. Mmmmmmm, it felt so warm
and I loved the way it was firm but not yet hard.
“Do you remember the first time I sucked your dick Randy?”
Randy just nodded, he eyes shifting between mine and his crotch as I
gently stroked his wonderful dick. Randy hadn’t exactly been small when
I first held him all those years ago and if anything, he had grown quite
a bit since then. He wasn't exactly HUGE, but he was definitely at the
top of the above average end of the scale.
“Do you want me to suck your dick now Randy?”
He just nodded but that wasn't good enough for me so I repeated myself
saying, “Tell me Randy... I want you to tell me you want me to suck your
dick.”
“Oh god yes Kelly, I want you to suck my dick,” he groaned, almost too
soft to be heard but good enough to satisfy my ego.
If there was one thing I knew guys LOVED to hear, it was me asking them
to fuck me. Well, in the same manner I loved it when guys asked me to
suck their dicks. There was just something about them putting it in
words that turned me all the more as I got ready to suck their cocks.
I leaned over and took the head of his dick in my mouth and just sucked
on it for a while, using my tongue to tease it while putting just the
head itself in my mouth. He smelled so good, that delicious mixture of a
man’s musky crotch and sweat. The base of his dick was covered with a
thick thatch of dark pubic hair which I ran my fingers through as I
suckled on the head of his dick. It felt wonderful to have his cock in
my mouth, feeling it surge and grow as I gave him what he wanted.
“Do you like that?” I asked, looking up at him while I stroke the shaft
of his dick.
“Oh god yes... don't stop,” he begged.
Well, I can’t say I’ve had a guy tell me much of anything different once
I started sucking his dick but still, it was always nice to hear it.
Suffice to say I didn’t see much of the movie. Well, make that none of
the movie. It wasn’t a disappointment as my intention had never been to
see the movie in the first place. My goal was to spend the entire movie
sucking Randy’s dick and that’s exactly what I did. Over the course of
the movie I changed positions now and then. As much as I hated to do it,
I kneeled on the floor a few times to give my back a rest from leaning
over his lap. The last half hour or so I finally wised up and stretched
out across the seats to the side of him with my head in his lap, sucking
on the cock I’d been dreaming all week about.
Randy wasn't sixteen anymore but he was probably more in his prime now
than anything so when he stayed hard after the first time he came it
didn't surprise me. Try as I did, it was impossible to NOT have him cum
fairly early on given how horny he was and if anything, it was good that
he did because after that he was a little easier to suck without having
to worry so much about driving him over the edge. I assumed he had to be
good for at least three time an evening if not more and I still had every
intention of him fucking me after the movie so the most I could let him
cum was twice during the movie.
The first time Randy came, even though I was trying my best to be ready
for it, took me a little by surprise. Usually the guy gives me a little
bit of a warning, a least a second or two but this time Randy just
suddenly hot off like a jack-in-the-box. It would figure it was one of
the few times I didn't have my mouth around his shaft, instead I was
liking the side of his dick while I played with his pubic hair.
Next thing I knew he was spouting like Old Faithful and the first load
must have landed right on the side of my head and hair. I quickly got my
mouth over him and managed to gather the rest in my mouth after which
swallowed it down, but to my chagrin I could feel it dripping down from
the side of my face. Great, now I had THAT to deal with after the movie
as well.
The second time he came was almost at the end of the movie. There had
been a few close calls along the way and quite a bit of leaking precum,
but I managed to control him enough to keep him from going all the way
each time. This time was when I was kneeling in front of him, squeezing
in between the seats so I could suck him more easily. At least he gave
me some warning so I made sure to have my lips sealed around his hard
shaft right before he began to spurt his cum, taking every drop in my
mouth without spilling a bit of it.
Before I swallowed it, I did what I knew he wanted – I opened my mouth
and let him see his cum covering my tongue and then swallowed it down,
just to open my mouth again and prove it was all down in my belly now.
It was sort of like proving to your mom that you’d taken your pill and
guys always seemed to really get off from watching me do it.
Reaching for my hair as I sat down next to him, I was reminding by the
sticking strands of Randy’s first poorly aimed cum shot. Although it
didn't bother me for people to see, I didn't want to cause a fuss with
some straight-laced mother with her daughter in tow by showing up in the
restroom with cum in my hair so I whispered to randy that I needed to go
to the bathroom and that I would meet him in the hallway after the movie
ended. There was only about ten minutes left and I hadn’t seen any of it
anyway, so it didn't really matter that I missed the ending. Without
waiting for his response, I buttoned my blouse back up again and
straightened out my skirt before making my way to the exit.
As I had hoped, I was alone in the restroom when I arrived so I got a
hairbrush out of my purse and went to work on my hair. Damn, it was
worse than I had realized. God, his first shot must have been HUGE! By
now it had pretty well dried, making it like glue to get out of my hair
but I’d learned that adding a little water to your comb helped to soften
the cum and make it easier to get out. Just as I was about finished,
having gotten all the cum out I could see and now fixing my hair back in
place, the door opened and in walked what looked to be a girl maybe
sixteen or seventeen years old. These days it can be really hard to tell
and she could have just as easily been fifteen as eighteen.
As she approached the sink I started to leave when I noticed she appeared
to be crying. My first reaction was to get the hell out as quickly as
possible and not get involved in some boyfriend problem but as I started
to leave I turned back and saw her trying to wash her face and then
gather some water with her hand, taking it in her mouth and then spitting
it back out again. My curiosity was now peaked so I went back in to see
what was going on.
“Hey, you OK?” I asked gently, trying to sound concerned.
“I’m OK, you can go,” she muttered, not too convincingly though.
Then she coughed and choked as if something was in her throat. She
turned and spit into the sink, trying to not face me. Suddenly it dawned
on me what the problem was – if you could call it a “problem”. “He
promised you he wouldn't cum in your mouth, didn't he?”
The girl turned and looked at me, seemingly startled that I had said such
a thing, but even more so that it was obvious that I had hit the nail on
the head.
“It’s OK... men are like that,” I consoled her, putting my hand on her
back as she leaned over the sink and started crying again. “Was that
your first time?”
She just nodded, unable to speak through her sobs.
“Trust me, it gets nothing but better,” I said, “My guy came twice in my
mouth tonight and I loved it.”
The girl looked up at me like I was some alien and finally said, “How can
you stand it? I thought I was going to throw up when he made me swallow
it. I can still taste it in my mouth.”
“Well, remember to keep some mints with you next time, they can help a
lot until you get more use to it,” I offered.
“I just feel so... so dirty now,” she said, still sobbing a little but
starting to get herself under control.
“Why? Just because you sucked a man’s dick and swallowed his cum?”
“I didn't want to... but he said if I loved him I would do it.”
Well, I would have loved to have a few words with her so-called boyfriend
about now but that wouldn't help her at this moment. Why do guys have to
be such bastards?
“Do you really love him that much?”
She nodded so I asked, “So if you love him enough to suck his dick, what
about sex?”
She shrugged her shoulders and I continued with, “Are you a virgin then?”
This time she nodded more emphatically and I could tell her virginity
meant more to her than any worries about sucking cock.
“Well, I tell you this then. Don’t let him fuck you just to prove you
love him, OK? Make sure it’s something YOU want to do. If he really
loves YOU, then he’ll respect you enough to wait.”
She seemed to be more under control now and seemed to be anxious to leave
so I finished with, “You know, you should try sucking him more often. It
really DOES get better each time and the more you do it, the less he will
pressure you to have sex.”
She seemed to be uncomfortable with this line of discussion now that she
was over her initial problems so I let he go, following her close behind.
As she went back into the theater across the hall, I saw my own movie
must be letting out as people were leaving the theater. Soon randy
appeared. I didn't tell him about the girl, figuring it was something he
didn't need to know about, and soon we were out in the parking lot headed
for his car.
Chapter 8 – Randy Finally Fucks Me
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Randy beeped his car and started to reach for the front door on the
passenger side to let me in. He seemed surprised when I just stood there
rather than sit down once he had the door open.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“I’m just waiting for you to open the door for me.”
Randy appeared puzzled. He was holding the door open yet here I was
telling him I was waiting for him to open it. What I guess I should have
said was that I was waiting for him to open the right door, that at the
moment he had the wrong door open. Sheesh, the guy may be hung like a
horse but he certainly could be clueless at times!
“Well, the front seat has that stupid console...” I hinted.
Damn, was he just stupid or what? Even with that hint he still stood
there with his mouth half open like he had no idea what I was talking
about.
“Damn it Randy, I want you to fuck me and we can’t do it in the front
seat!” I finally burst out in an exasperated voice.
“Ohhhhhh!” was all he could think of saying as finally he got the idea.
I don't know what he had in mind but certainly he had to be have planned
to fuck me somewhere sooner or later before the night as over. Then
again, maybe he hadn’t? Was he still that unsure of himself that he
thought all he would be getting was BJ the first night we dated again?
“Randy, if I let you fuck me on our first date, why wouldn't I let you do
it now?” I huffed, “No dammit, are you going to fuck me or not?”
“But... here?” he said in a high voice, looking around at the full
parking lot. Granted at the moment we were relatively alone but that
could easily change in a moment's notice.
“You didn’t seem so worried the first time you fucked me in a movie
theater parking lot!” I taunted him.
Nobody was near us so I slipped my skirt down and stood there in front of
him totally naked from the waist down. It was chilly but what the hell,
I quickly undid my blouse and threw it in the car, followed quickly by my
bra, leaving me in nothing but my heels and an ankle bracelet.
“Shit Kelly, what if someone sees you?”
“Well, then get in with me before I freeze and fuck me,” I challenged him
as I ducked into the back seat.
I crawled in to the other side and turned, sitting on the seat with my
bare back against the other door, one leg on the floor with my other on
the seat, letting my legs spread apart to give him an unimpeded view of
my pussy in the glow of the parking lot lights.
With that he got in back with me and shut the door. Rather than undress,
which arguably would have been cumbersome in the tight confines of the
rear seat, he just undid he pants and pulled out his now erect dick.
“Now THAT’S better,” I sighed, reaching down and grabbing his stiff dick,
“Now quit goofing around and fuck me.”
“Damn, you’re still as such a slut as you were in school,” he laughed as
he positioned himself between my legs, “I was wondering if you had cooled
off a little after all these years but I guess not.”
His dick was at the entrance to my pussy but he kept on talking, even as
he wiggled his hips to get the tips of his dick in just the right place
between my wet pussy lips.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for such a long time,” he sighed as he
began to push himself into me, “God damn, your pussy feels as tight as it
was back then!”
It felt incredible to have him finally fuck me, to FINALLY fill my horny
pussy with the fullness of his thick cock. Damn, how many times had I
masturbated this past week dreaming of this very moment? How many
fingers had I put in me imagining it was this very dick that was now in
me? How many times had I cum, imagining he was cumming in me at the same
time?
“Put it in me deeper Randy... I want it deep inside of me!”
Randy pulled me down from where I was leaning against the back door until
I was flat on the back seat, my head on the armrest as he rammed his dick
into my hungry pussy. I could hear voices outside, maybe from someone
walking by but if they saw anything, they didn't let on and the voices
receded. All I could concentrate on now was the feeling of Randy’s cock
in my pussy, the feeling of him fucking me and filling me.
Randy pulled out of me and pushed me aside so he could sit on the seat.
I moved on top of him, straddling his legs as I faced him and felt his
dick pressing up under me, trying to get back into the warm cave of my
pussy. I quickly lowered myself down onto him as I held his dick with
one hand, directing him easily back into my freshly fucked pussy. My
boobs were in his face and she started to grab at my nipples with his
mouth as I mounted myself on his cock like a corndog on a stick at the
fair and started to bounce on him like a bucking bronco.
“Suck my nipples Randy... harder!” I sighed as he reached up and grabbed
one boob with each hand while I rocked on his cock.
could see out the back window and grinned as several cars passed by and
then an entire family walked behind us as they made their way to the
theater. I was surprised they didn't notice the bouncing of our car as I
drove Randy’s dick in and out of me. It felt so wild to have him fucking
me while mom and dad led the kids just a matter of feet away from us!
Cum inside of me Randy,” I begged him, “I want you to cum inside of my
pussy.”
Whether it was me asking him or maybe he was going to do it anyway, but
one way or another Randy started to spurt again, this time with his cum
gathering in my pussy instead of my mouth. It was exactly what I needed
right then, the final bit of heat to light the fires within me as my own
orgasm made my pussy grip his dick and I gushed cum down his shaft. God
I needed this, I need it so badly! Each time his cock shot another load
in me, it was like pouring another cup of gasoline on the fires within
me, driving me even more and more into a totally orgasmic state where
nothing in the world existed but his wonderful cock in my pussy.
“Damn!” was all he could say as I feel into his arms, totally exhausted.
I just sat there for a while, letting his cock remain in me, feeling him
in me as I just put my head on his shoulder and felt his hands roaming
all over my bare body. I felt wonderful, tired, and yet l horny, if that
were somehow possible!
“I love your dick in me like this Randy,” I purred softly to him, closing
my eyes so I could focus on the feelings between my legs.
He was fully dress still so it was his pants I felt under my bare bottom.
In a way it was strange. When I fucked my dad in a situation like this,
HE was the one that licked to be naked while I would stay dressed. I had
to say though, I liked being the one that was nude better. Even better
than that would have been if we both were naked but under the
circumstances, I was content with things as they were.
Eventually we had to get going. If nothing else, I was getting a chill
now that I wasn't being “warmed up” by Randy fucking me. Randy opened
the door and got our, reaching down to get my skirt and blouse for me. I
waved him off and just grabbed my coat. Really, what was the point in
getting dressed now?
On the way back to my place neither of us said a word. It was like
everything had been taken from us when he finally fucked me in the back
seat. When we got to the curb in front of the house, Randy finally broke
the silence.
“I had a great time tonight Kelly, can I see you again?”
I leaned over to him and kissed him, smiling as I replied, “Well you
better... but next time we do it someplace more comfortable, OK?” He just
grinned and so I teased him with, “Maybe at your parent’s house again...
with your sister?”
For just a moment he hesitated and I wondered what it was that seemed to
have struck a chord with him but then in an instant it was gone and he
was back to being himself again.
“How about your place?” he suggested.
Indeed, now THAT would be interesting to say the least, especially if
Kristi was around. Sure, maybe randy was a little old for her taste but
I knew she was never one to turn away a goof fucking. Besides, when I
told her all about tonight I knew she would be wanting a piece of Randy
for herself anyway.
I just smiled naughtily, gathered my clothes, and let myself back into
the house. I turned and waved to him as he drove off. When I turned
back to the living room, there was Kristi, naked on the couch watching
TV. She saw the outfit in my hands and when I took off my coat to reveal
I was naked underneath, she whistled and motioned at me to join her on
the couch.
As I approached Kristi, I started to tell her about the night. Seeing
the hungry look in her eyes, I had a feeling my evening wasn't quite over
yet!
THE END
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