Subject: First Date Revisited (Mf, F-solo, oral, incest)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: June 5, 2010
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Summary:
It was eleven years ago, back when I was just fourteen, that Steve
and I did so many things for the first time, at least for me. He haven’t been in
touch hardly at all since he moved away before my fifteenth birthday. Since then
a LOT has happened for both of us. What would happen when we finally got
back together again after all these years?
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – My First Boyfriend
Chapter 2 – Memorial Day Surprise
Chapter 3 – Fathers Trump Boyfriends
Chapter 4 – Preparing for My “First” Date
Chapter 5 – First Date Relived – 11 years Later
Chapter 6 – Reminiscing
Chapter 7 – Going Forward?
Chapter 1 – My First Boyfriend
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When I was in eighth grade I was pretty much like most of the girls my age that I
hung around with. We were all interested in boys but most of us just talked about
them and didn't really DO anything. Since seventh grade I’d kissed a few boys
but it was always at parties and with other people, usually as a result of a dare or
part of some silly game. Of course there had been several guys who tried to go
further and more than once I had to push away a stray hand. So far nobody had
yet found there way under anything I was wearing.
It was the summer before I started high school that things changed drastically for
me. My friend Sharon invited me along on a weekend camping trip along with
several other mutual friends. Her mother took us all to a campsite where we
were packed like sardines in a pop-up tent trailer. Sharon’s mom had recently
divorced her dad after catching him fooling around with a young secretary at
work which that meant her sixteen year-old brother Steve had to come along as
well although he slept in his own tent opposite the picnic table from our trailer.
You can just imagine the attention that a sixteen year-old boy who was about to
be a Junior in high school was getting from a bunch of hormonal fourteen year-
olds, especially a guy as incredible as Steve. He was perfect and we all had a
crush on him. He had the most incredible blonde hair, was good looking and had
a super hot body.
Not only did Sharon’s brother LOOK good, but he was just fun to be around.
Steve also enjoyed quite the reputation with the girls and it was pretty well known
that if you wanted to date Steve it meant you put out or you wouldn't get asked
out again. It really didn't matter so far as we were concerned as he only dated
girls his age or older. Steve certainly had an eye on us all weekend, even
peeking at us through the trailer screen windows when he thought we didn't know
(the consensus was that he was masturbating) but he didn't show any real
interest in any of us so far as getting more personal , or at least that’s what we all
thought.
To be sure, it wasn't like we didn't TRY our best to get his attention. All of us
pretty much spent the entire weekend in our bikinis, even his mom. For a women
her age she was pretty hot and I couldn't help but think what a jerk their dad must
be to cheat on someone like her. Even Steve’s sister got in on the teasing but if
he didn't respond to the rest of us and totally ignored her. I wonder what he
would have said if he knew that Sharon was as interested in her brother as the
rest of us! Actually at the time I wasn’t aware of her interests in her brother
although I DID think it was a little weird the way she would flaunt herself in front
of her own brother.
Needless to say, I was astonished when Steve called me later to ask me out.
Somehow I managed to get the words out to accept without screaming. I’ve
written all about our first date in an older diary entry including how I gave Steve
my first blowjob so I won’t go into more detail about that now. It wasn't long after
that when I gave Steve my virginity and learned how wonderful sex could be. I
was hooked!
For the next six months or so, Steve was the only boy I dated and the only boy I
had sex with. At the time I would’ve said that I was in love with him but looking
back it was probably more like a typical teenage crush. I mean, what girl would
NOT say she was in love with the boy she first had sex with - and then had it
virtually every day after that? Steve doted over me and did his best to meet my
demands. Besides the fact I LOVED sex, the last thing I wanted was for Steve to
dump me for an older girl who would put out more for him.
As I said, Sharon was also interested in her brother back then and she was
always after me to tell her about what me and Steve did – the more detail the
better. Still, so far as I knew she never realized her dreams. Oddly enough, it
was his mother that provided the biggest surprise for me. Again, I’ve written
about what happened in another diary entry. In short, she once caught me and
Steve doing at but rather than fussing about us she joined in and I was truly
shocked when she had sex with her own son. So far as I know, it was a one-time
thing but it was the first time I ever had any dealings with incest. Little did I know
at the time that a couple of years later I would be having sex with my father and
eventually a number of other family members, but back then incest was
something totally foreign and unimaginable to me.
When Steve told me they were moving because his mom had taken a new job on
the west coast, I thought my world was coming to an end. Needless to say
somehow I survived and life went on but Steve always had a special place in my
heart. The only time I ever saw him again was at his wedding. Based on what
happened there between us, we agreed it would be best not to stay in touch so it
had been several years now since I’d heard anything from him.
So now it’s mid-2010 and I’m no longer that starry-eyed teenager that practically
threw herself at an older boy. My high school slut days are behind me and at
twenty-five, I’ve becoming quite “domestiocated” according to my younger cousin
Kristi. I have my teaching degree and teach fourth thru sixth grade at a small
Christian school. The pay sucks but I love my job. There are times it’s tempting
to try for a job at the local public school with their high salaries and incredible
benefits. Still, my classes are small and I have great support from the parents so
what I lose in salary I get back in job satisfaction. How many people can say
they love going to work?
The down-side of my job is the salary. Most teachers there consider it to be a
“ministry” and have husbands that bring in the primary salary. For me, it means
living below the poverty line so far as the government is concerned which is why I
moved in with my twenty two year-old cousin Kristi who was now living alone in
her mom’s house since her mom was now living with my dad.
While I may be living with my cousin, at least I’m not one of those mid-twenties
people that still live with their parents. My social life is busy for the most part and
there are plenty of guys that like to keep me happy – and I have to say I am not
afraid to take advantage of their generosity. Hey, a BJ in exchange for dinner out
is a pretty good deal if you ask me.
Overall I guess you could say that life is good for me although at times I wonder
when “Mr. Right” is going to finally show up. True, I was almost engaged once
but if anything, the experience only made me more wary of relationships, at least
those that go beyond the “dating” phase. Still, I have the same hopes and
dreams that most girls share, to meet Mr. Wonderful, get married, have a house
that we fill will two kids and a dog... the typical American Dream. I have it all
planned out – now I just need the guy!
Chapter 2 – Memorial Day Surprise
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It was Memorial Day and as usual my plans were to spend the day at my dad’s
house. Kristi would be joining me as her mom would be there too. As I
mentioned earlier, my Aunt Linda had moved in with my dad after my mom left
after their divorce.
Speaking of which, my parent’s divorce was probably more of a surprise to me
than anyone. Maybe I was too close to see this signs but whatever it was, it
caught me totally flat-footed. It was confusing to me at first but at least I as old
enough to know that it wasn't anything to do with me. While there may be some
women who would have a hard time dealing with their husband having sex with
their daughter, my mom wasn't one of them. My parent’s marriage was a bit
complicated when compared to more “traditional” marriages, but once you
understood their love for one another and their family backgrounds, it actually
made a lot of sense.
First, if there was one thing my parents both believed in, it was the sanctity of
marriage. Of course, their definition of marriage was not exactly what most
people would describe, but it worked for them for over twenty years. When my
parents took their marriage vows, they promised to be faithful to one another until
death and they both took their vows before God as being firm and unbending.
My parents never cheated while they were married in that they never had sex
with anyone outside of their marriage family. There had only two “exceptions”
over the years and they both involved close family friends who were “virtual
family”.
Knowing how seriously my parents took their marriage vows, you can see why I
was totally blind-sided when they told me about their impending divorce. It
wasn’t until the papers were finalized were finalized and my mom was preparing
to leave that I learned the truth about how my mother simply couldn't deal with
my father’s addictions any longer. It wasn’t drugs or alcohol, but sex that he
couldn't control and to make things worse, it was sex with younger girls that he
craved. .The signs had all been there had I bothered to recognize them. It also
explained to me why my father really had desired sex with me as a young
teenager.
For a while things were pretty tense between my father and me. I explained this
all in more detail in previous diary entries and the good news is by this time
things had been worked out between us. So now I was once again looking
forward to visiting my dad and aunt for the holiday. Some things would never be
the same, of course, so there was little chance of anything sexual happening
while my cousin and I were visiting, but we didn't need to have sex to have a
good time together. After all, most families don’t have sex and they get along
just fine!
Just because we wouldn't have sex didn't mean we became Amish or anything
so after I’d done my usually morning routine of masturbating and showering, I
returned to my room to lay out my clothes for the day. The weather lately had
been pretty crappy but the forecast for today was sunny and hot so they left me
with a number of options.
Of course at some point I would be wearing my bikini and since the deck at my
dad’s house was private that meant I could wear my most revealing one. That
made the selection easy since it meant I would wear the one my dad had bought
me for this year. Since I was twelve my dad had made it a tradition that he would
buy me one swim suit at the beginning of each year. I can still remember the first
one he bought me and my mom’s reaction. I had been wearing two-piece swim
suits since I was a little girl but never anything like this one. It wasn't a thong by
any means but it was certainly more revealing than what you would see girls at
that age wearing at the city pool. My mom made a firm rule that I could only
wear it at home – which I made sure I did whenever my dad was around since I
knew he loved me to wear it (even though at that age I didn’t understand the real
reason why he did).
Needless to say I couldn't wear my latest bikini back and forth from my dad’s
house as it was little more than a few small triangles of thin clothe held together
by some strings that tied at my side for the bottoms and behind my back and
neck for the top. It would have been just my luck to be pulled over by some cop
with no appreciation for the human body and be cited for driving while indecent
(is there such a crime?). Actually, again the decision was pretty easy as I picked
out my favorite summer outfit – denim cutoffs and a tight tank top.
All set now to go, I tucked my bikini in a bag along with a hairbrush and some
makeup, quickly slipped on the shorts and tank top, and headed downstairs to
see if my cousin was ready. So silly of me. If Kristi HAD been on time it would
have been one for the record books so I sat in the kitchen and drank a Diet Coke
while I waited impatiently. Surprisingly, only five more minutes passed and I
heard her bouncing down the stairs. I slipped on my flip flops and went out to the
living room to join her.
“Hey cuz, ready to go?” she asked in her typical chipper voice. Kristi and I may
have been cousins but we differed in a number of ways. Mornings were one of
those in Kristi was the ultimate “morning person”, ready to go full throttle from the
moment she got out of bed. In contrast, I was the night owl and if I could sleep in
until noon everyday I would be thrilled.
“Um, aren’t you gonna wear something over that?” I asked. Indeed, Kristi was all
but naked in her thong and what could be loosely called a bikini top. Granted, it
barely covered her nipples but that was about it. Lower down, had she not been
shaved totally it would have been revealed as about all it covered was her pussy
slit and barely at that. From behind, the strings were so thin they pulled in
between her butt cheeks and left her looking from behind like all she had on was
a piece of multi-colored string around her waist.
“What?” she whined, as if she had no idea what I was talking about. Seeing the
look of frustration on my face, she got defensive.
“Like we’re gonna be wearing even these when we get there, so what’s the big
deal?”
I just rolled my eyes and gave up. Years of experience told me that this was a
losing argument so why even bother. Besides, she was right in that odds were
she’d be nude most of the time on the deck. I actually liked to have a few tone
lines as to me, it was more sexy to look like I was somehow revealing something
that I usually didn't when I undressed for a guy. Kristi was again different from
me in that she was all for the “all-over” tan look.
In the end it didn't matter as we drove over without incident and soon were sitting
on the back deck of my dad’s house around the glass-topped table in the corner
near the hot tub. My Aunt Linda had served us some cold drinks and my dad
was getting the grill ready for his traditional holiday cookout. For a moment I
couldn't help but think we were missing someone and my heart strained for my
mother whom I hadn’t heard from in so many months. All I could hope was that
someday she would be back together with us for these family get-togethers, even
if she and my dad were no longer husband and wife.
For most of the afternoon it was just your typical holiday family get-together. My
cousin has earned her realtor license and was working as a team with her mom
so they had plenty of stories to tell about clients and buyers. My aunt’s specialty
was more exclusive homes which was always a cutthroat business even in good
times. With the home market these days, things were even tougher so it helped
to have a mother-daughter team. When a potential buyer was wavering between
one of their homes or a competitor’s, or a stubborn seller needed convincing to
accept an offer that wasn't what they’d been hoping for, between the two of them
they could often “convince” their client in ways competing realtors couldn’t – or at
least wouldn’t. Thus you can imagine some of the stories they had to tell and we
all had a good time, eventually ending up in the hot tub.
Since I was a little girl I’d never worn a bathing suit in our hot tub unless we had
relatives or guests over. It was just something my parents preferred and since I
grew up that way, it was just natural for me and I never even gave a thought as I
dropped my clothes and stepped in nude. My family were definitely NOT nudists
but at the same time, I was raised to not be ashamed of my body. Thus if I was
showering or dressing, my dad was comfortable being around me and vice versa.
There was nothing sexual about it, at least not until I was sixteen and started
having sex with my parents. On a day like this, we all were nude together but
there was not hint of anything sexual, just four adults enjoying a good time.
To all our surprise, while we were in the tub the front doorbell rang. My dad got
out to answer it, pulling on a pair of gym shorts before leaving the deck and
wrapping a towel around his shoulders. The rest of us stayed as we were,
assuming it was just someone trying to sell something, even thought it was a
holiday.
A few minutes later my dad poked his head out the door from the kitchen to the
deck and called to me. I have to say I was a little surprised when he said there
was someone at the door wanting to see me. Well, I didn't think he meant ALL of
me so I grabbed my shorts and wrapped a towel around me before heading
through the house, trying not to drip too much water on the hardwood flooring. I
wasn't worried about how I was dressed as whoever it was, it had to be one of
my friends as who else who know to look for me here?
Passing by my dad, I started to ask who it was but he just shushed me and
grinned, Hmmm, now I WAS wondering who it might be. Must be some prank or
something to make him smile at me like that. In any case, he returned to the
deck while I went down the hallway to the front door.
Of all the people I would have guessed it might be, I never considered for a
moment that it would be who it was. Oh my god, it was Steve! Sure he was a
few years older but I would have recognized him anywhere.
“Hey girl, long time no see,” he greeted me as my mouth suddenly seemed
unable to function. All I could do was stare at him and then I became acutely
conscious of the fact the only thing I had on was a pair of ultra short cutoffs and a
towel around my top.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked, seemingly sincere although I noticed
his eyes were giving me the once over. For some reason, seeing him check me
out somehow relaxed me. Yep, same ol’ Steve, always interested in looking me
over whenever he had the chance.
:Oh no... not at all!” I finally blurted out, lying through my teeth. Like duh, the rest
of my family was naked in back and here I was dripping wet and barely covered
and he was asking if he caught me at a bad time?
“Ummmm, can I come in then?” he asked, smiling at me now in the same cocky
expression he always use to get when he seemed to be able to read my mind.
What could I say? No, my dad and aunt and cousin were out back naked so why
not come again later? There were a lot of things Steve didn't know about me and
among those were my more intimate relationships with my family. I didn't start
having incestual sex until over a year and a half after Steve moved away and for
the brief time we were together at his wedding it didn't seem to be something to
bring up in conversation.
So I invited him and when he looked around to see where my dad had gone, I
mentioned to him that everyone was out on the deck. He seemed to be
expecting me to invite him back so I headed towards the back of the house, my
mind racing as I tried to think of how I was going to explain what he was about to
see. I slowly opened the door leading to the deck, holding my breath and almost
afraid to look but then I was reminded once again how wonderful my father was.
“Hey Steve, great to see you again, been a long time!” my father called out as we
entered the deck. He was seated by the table, my Aunt Linda and Kristi on either
side of him. my dad was still I his gym shorts while my aunt and cousin were
wrapped in beach towels. Their wet hair indicated they had just been in the hot
tub so it wasn’t any surprise that they would have towels around them. What
Steve did NOT know was that underneath those towels there was nothing but
bare skin.
“Steve!” my cousin called out, waving to him but staying seated. Kristi was been
only twelve when I was dating Steve but everyone in my family knew him. Steve
hadn't seen her since then so I was amused to see his eyes widen and take in
what he could see of her. At twenty two, she looked a LOT hotter than the little
twelve year-old he had known.
I introduced Steve to my aunt who claimed to remember him but I think she was
just being polite. No doubt they’d met a few times over the time we had been
dating but it wasn't like he had ever interacted with her in any way. My dad had
pulled up another chair for Steve and he sat down next to me with my cousin on
the other side of him. I glared at Kristi, telling her with my eyes in no uncertain
terms to lay off of him. The last thing I needed right now was for my slutty cousin
to start flirting with Steve.
Naturally we all wanted to know why he was here and he explained that his
mom’s company was transferring her back to Pittsburgh again so he was moving
back with her. Needless to say I was confused since he was married but then I
took a closer look at his hand and saw there was no sign of a wedding ring.
Seeing me looking at his hand, Steve chuckled and explained.
“I suppose you’re wondering about why I’m living with my mom and not wearing a
wedding ring,” he started out, sitting back in his chair like it was going to be a
long explanation. Actually it was relatively brief. The marriage turned out to be a
hasty mistake and they had sought an annulment after just a few weeks so
technically he was never married, at least not legally, As for living with his mom,
he just shrugged and mentioned some off-hand comment about the economy
and left it at that.
It was my turn then so I filled him in on the highlights of the past few years. Of
course I left out a lot of things but he learned about my graduation and my
current teaching job as well as my parent’s divorce and my current living
arrangements. His eyebrows sort of twitched when I told him that my aunt was
now living with my dad but other than that he didn't say a word.
It was getting hot so my aunt asked if we all wanted something to drink. When
she stood up her towel barely covered her ass and I saw Steve taking a quick
peek. Well, it was more than a quick peek but I didn't say anything to him and I
was left wondering if it was a deliberate act by my aunt or just an accident. I
would have probably given her the benefit of the doubt and gone with the
“accident” scenario if Kristi hadn't volunteered to help. In her case the towel
didn't quite cover her butt and Steve got more than an eyeful this time as she
made her way off the deck to help her mom. Oh yeah, accident my ass!
With just the three of us left, my dad asked Steve what he was doing for work.
Actually, I had no idea what Steve did for a loving these days so I was interested
in his answer as well. For the first time, Steve seemed a little nervous and then
he confessed he was “between jobs” at the moment which was why he was living
with his mom. He was hoping the job market in Pittsburgh would be better which
was why he had decided to move back with her. For some reason he was being
cagey about his actual line of work and neither me or my dad pressed him further
on it. I figured sooner or later he would tell me so why push him now.
My aunt and cousin returned with trays of drinks which were more than welcome
with the hot sun shining down on us. Steve mentioned something about the hot
tub and how he wished he’d brought his swimsuit with him. Kristi about choked
on her drink and I couldn't help but grin just a little myself. Kristi was undoubtedly
thinking about her state of undress and from the way she was looking at Steve,
probably was wishing he would just strip and join her – in more ways than one.
For me it was sort of ironic in that I don't think Steve had ever worn a suit in the
tub before, at least not for long, but then that was when it was just the two of us.
Naturally we had a ton of questions for each others and so for a while it was just
catching up on what we’d all be doing the past few years. I couldn't help but
notice Steve was keeping a close eye on Kristi but then who cold blame him. My
slutty cousin was all but baring herself for him, letting her towel “accidentally” slip
now and then and acting as if she was embarrassed. That didn't really surprise
me knowing my cousin. In a way, I was just thankful she wasn't already on his
lap – without the towel. It was her mom that drew my ire.
My Aunt Linda is now in her forties but you would have been hard pressed to
guess it if you didn't know Kristi was her daughter. Even then, you might have
guessed younger as Kristi inherited her mother’s youthfulness and looked more
like she was seventeen or eighteen than twenty two. The same for my Aunt
Linda in that she could have easily passed for ten years younger than she was.
Steve certainly was making sure to get an eyeful as his eyes kept shifting back
between mother and daughter. Aunt Linda wasn’t being naughty like Kristi, but
just the way she looked with her legs crossed and most everything showing was
plenty for Steve to all but drool over.
Things were starting to get dangerous now and I knew if I didn't do something
that it could turn into an afternoon Steve would not soon forget. It’s not that I
would have been so terribly upset about it per se, it was just that here was my
long-lost boyfriend and now my aunt and cousin were practically putting on a
show for him and they had never even had anything to do with him before. It was
like it just came natural to them to try to turn on guys and tease and flirt. Well,
that may work in the real estate sales business, but not with my ex-boyfriend, at
least not if I had anything to say about it.
Standing up, I took Steve by the hand and thanked him for stopping by and made
some lame excuse about dinner being almost ready. My dad started to say
something about how there was plenty of food if Steve wanted to say but one
glare from me was enough to stop him in mid-sentence. I wasn't sure if Steve
fully understood what was happening. In fact, I was sure he was quite confused
but he took the hint and mentioned he had to be somewhere himself and that he
had just stopped by to say hello. I told him I would show him out and led him
back into the house without looking back.
At the front door, Steve turned to me and my heart started to race as I was sure
he was going to kiss me. Then my hopes were dashed as he leaned over and
gave me a peck on the cheek instead, saying it was good to see me again and
that he hoped we could get together some time soon. Trying not to appear TOO
anxious, I told him I would love to and so we made plans for the following Friday
night. Steve left and as I watched him go, I almost felt like I did so many years
ago when he first asked me out. If anything, I was looking more forward to it now
than I even did back then.
Chapter 3 – Fathers Trump Boyfriends
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By the time I got back to the deck, things had indeed gotten out of control.
Apparently all their teasing and flirting had driven everyone to be horny or maybe
it was just waiting for the right moment and now it had arrived. Whatever the
case, I saw my the three of them had made it back into the hot tub where Kristi
was licking her mom’s pussy as she sat on the edge of the tub. My dad was
seated on the opposite side, stroking a considerable hard-on as he got an eyeful
of the action in front of him. From the looks of things, I doubted Kristi’s pussy
was going to be empty for long the way she had it sticking out at my dad with her
legs apart.
Ordinarily I would have joined in but today something held me back. All I could
think about now was Steve and how he made me feel just talking to him again.
Without saying a word, I went back in the house and made my way up to my old
bedroom. Looking out the window, I saw in that short time it took me to go up the
stairs my dad had indeed positioned himself behind Kristi and now had his hands
on her hips as he thrusted himself in and out of her while she kept he head firmly
in her mother’s crotch.
A flash came to mind as I recalled seeing my parents making love for the very
first time from this same window when I was sixteen and how it led to me
ultimately having sex with first my father and then my mother. Oh yes, the things
that had been seen out of this window over the years. I remembered my
mo0ther watching from my bedroom as my dad had sex with my best friend Beth,
one of only two girls outside our family that he had ever had sex with while he
was married. I wondered how many times my parents had watched me having
sex with a boyfriend, who of course had no idea the parents of the girl he was
fucking were observing everything from right above him.
As hot as the scene was below me, my mind was preoccupied with memories of
Steve. I looked around my bedroom and at my bed, remembering all the time
Steve had fucked me here. At first it had been hard to get him to have sex with
me while my parents were home as he was naturally afraid that my parents
would “catch us”. It was hard to make him believe that my parents actually
encouraged me to bring him home for sex as they preferred I do it somewhere
private and safe than in the backseat of some car parked who knows where.
What he never knew was that often my dad would check in on us and watch as
Steve fucked me.
It had been quite a while since I’d laid in this bed naked and alone. As I laid
there I slowly masturbated, my thoughts alternating between what was going on
now outside my window and of Steve, but mostly about Steve. My eyes were
closed as I rubbed myself, feeling the wetness of my pussy as I dreamed about
him staying here instead of leaving when he did, and all the things he would be
doing to me right now if he had.
“Something wrong baby?”
My thoughts were interrupted and I opened my eyes to see my dad standing
there in the doorway to my room. I smiled as I saw he was naked and still had
his erection pretty much in place. How many times had I seen him in just this
pose as he came to my bedroom and then showed me how much he loved me.
Even now, knowing that back then he was driven as much by lust as love, I felt
this urge in me, this NEED in me, to please my father.
All my life I had been told that a good daughter’s first calling in life was to please
her father. When I was younger that meant simply doing as I was told, getting
him something to drink or whatever he needed. As I got older, he would buy me
outfits and I would please him by modeling them for him and letting him take
pictures of me wearing them in poses he would ask me to put myself in just for
him. Eventually when I was sixteen I would give myself to him completely. He
never asked me to start having sex with him, it was my idea after I had witnessed
he and my mom making love for the first time. I wanted to have that same
closeness with him and I knew it would please him as well.
So now, despite all his faults and failings as a husband, father and a man, he
was still MY father and you don’t just erase a lifetime of habits and tradition
because of a few indiscretions. All thoughts of Steve evaporated as he slowly
approached me. I could see the lust in his eyes as he started to stroke his dick in
front of me. There was something in his expression at times like this that almost
scared me. What would he do if I were to refuse him? Actually I had no idea as
it was a point of honor with me that I never had. OK, so there was one time
when we were having an argument over my mom that I left him unfulfilled but that
was definitely an exception to what was otherwise a perfect record for me. My
father wanted me now and I wanted nothing more than to give him exactly hat he
wanted – ME.
“What about Aunt Linda and Kristi?” I said, my mind suddenly remembering that
the last time I’d looked, he’d been fucking Kristi so what had happened?
Oh they can take care of themselves,” my dad said, waving them off as if they
didn't matter, “I figured you probably needed some special attention about now
and from the looks of things, I was right.”
Well, it could be debated WHO really needed the special attention but I wasn't
going to argue. Did it really matter anyway? My dad obviously wanted me so
what difference did it make why, it was my biblical duty as his daughter and
pleasure as a woman to please him.
Without saying a word, I reached out to him and he stepped forward so I could
grasp his cock. He had been stroking himself as he looked at me so he was
back to being rock hard once again and I loved the feel of my father’s dick in my
hand. Using his dick like a leash, I pulled him closer until I could turn on my side
and take him in my mouth. Mmmmm, he had indeed been fucking someone as I
tasted the unique flavor and smelled the scent of a pussy on his dick. He must
have gone straight from Kristi’s pussy to my bedroom. As hard as he was it
meant he hadn't cum in her so I image she couldn't have been too happy about
that! Oh well, her loss was my gain.
“God that feels so good Kelly,” my dad sighed, pulling my head into his dick with
his hands, “You’ve always been the best.”
I’d like to think he wasn't just saying that in the heat of the moment and that I was
indeed the best to ever suck his dick. In fact, I was quite proud of my cock-
sucking skills which I’d honed over the years. Sheesh, how many hundreds of
dicks had I sucked since I first did Steve’s over eleven years ago? All I could say
for sure was that it was a LOT. Many guys told me how good I was and more
than a few claimed I was the first to ever get them to cum using just my mouth. I
hated it when men would use their hand to finish themselves off so I took it as a
matter of pride and principle to see to it that I was the one to make them cum.
My dad was horny, that was for sure. Not long after I started sucking him he was
thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth like he was fucking my mouth. All I had
to do was hold my head still and he was doing all the “work”.
“Oh fuck, I love it when you do that with your tongue,” he gasped as I flicked my
tongue over his shaft as it passed over it. I have to say, I first learned to use my
tongue more from watching my dad’s porn flicks, especially the older ones with
the professional whores. Ginger Lynn was my idol and many of the techniques I
used were borrowed from watching her incredible blow jobs. Now there was an
actress who truly loved her work! She may have been a whore, but she
obviously did it for more than just the money.
My dad was stroking pretty fast now and it was here that I had to make a
decision as to whether to just please him or to satisfy my own needs as well.
Well, why not kill two birds with one stone as they say?
“Fuck me daddy,” I whispered hoarsely to him, stroking his dick as I looked up at
him and our eyes met, “Please fuck me daddy.”
If there were three words that were guaranteed to get a response from my father,
they were, “fuck me daddy”. There was something about me saying that to him
that just seemed to get to him more than anything else I could do or say. This
time was no exception. My dad’s eyes locked onto mine and I could almost feel
them boring into me. It wasn't long before they weren’t the only thing boring into
me as he pushed me over on my side and climbed on top of me, spreading my
legs apart as he held his dick and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy.
“Here you go baby... here’s what you wanted,” he almost growled at me as he
thrust himself into me, burying his incestuous dick deep inside of me.
“ Oh daddy, yes.... fuck me daddy,” I moaned as he began to thrust his stiff dick
slowly in and out of me. Then it was like he tried to push it up into me as far as
he could and then held himself there in me, leaning over me on his elbows as I
felt his hot breath against my face.
For a few minutes we just laid there that way, coupled together as a father and
daughter should be on my bed. It was like everything else in the world
disappeared and the only thing that existed was my father’s dick deep inside of
me, filling me as he kissed me and told me how much he loved me. It wasn't
love as in husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend. This was a love only a
father and a daughter can share and perhaps, only truly understand.
I believe it is only natural for a father and daughter to want to have sex together.
Look at how many men want to have sex with their daughters and those are just
the ones who will admit it. Likewise, I know a lot of girls who would secretly
admit to wanting to be with their fathers but suppress their feelings because of
how incest is viewed by our culture. In my opinion, this isn’t just lust driving
these feelings, it is a natural attraction of a father and daughter to one another,
completing their relationship in the most intimate way possible.
When my father is in me, it is like nothing else I can even begin to describe. It is
like I am complete, like something missing in me has been recovered. It is a
feeling of security and safety. It also makes me feel immeasurable happy to see
the pleasure that I am giving my father, in a way no other woman on earth can.
As his only daughter, having sex with me is a unique experience that he can
never enjoy with anyone else.
As we laid there, I felt him slowly moving in me, just small movements rather than
full thrusts. He would grind his crotch against mine, rubbing his thick pubic hair
against my bald pussy like as soft brush. His lips covered my nipples, sucking on
them and tugging on them while his fingers were in my hair, pulling on it just ever
so slightly.
“I missed this,” he sighed as he kissed my breasts. Indeed, he wasn't the only
one. It wasn't just the pleasure he gave me, any man could fuck me and make
me feel good. It was the emotional fulfillment that I felt when my father had sex
with me that made it so special. Just as I was the only woman that could make
him feel this way, the way only a daughter could make her father feel, so it was
with him for me. He was my father and as such, only he could satisfy the hunger
of emptiness within me that he did.
“Oh daddy!” I cried out as he started to cum in me. I could feel him jerk and push
into me with each ejaculation. Each time he did I could imagine the stream of
sperm shooting from the tip of his cock deep inside of my pussy, filling me with
the ultimate expression of his love and respect for me.
How can I explain how special it feels to have my own father mate me? Well, at
least cum in me but the idea is the same. Of course I would never want to
actually have him impregnate me, but the act of him cumming in me made me
feel so special in so many ways. Had he just fucked me and then pulled out and
cum on my face or breasts, it would have just been an act of lust, no different
than what most men would want to do to me. No, from the very first time my
father fucked me he had cum in me without even asking, as if he instinctively
knew it was the right thing to do. It was what a father SHOULD do.
“Oh baby, I love you,” he groaned as he finished himself in me. We just laid
there like that, his spent dick still in me. If it were up to me, we could have
stayed that way all night. I was sure with a little encouragement he would soon
be hard again in me. It was an incredible feeling to feel his dick harden in me
and grow!
Alas, my aunt and cousin WERE waiting for him in the tub so he had to pull out
and leave me. We kissed briefly and then he waved goodbye as he returned to
the deck. I closed my eyes and hugged my crotch with both hands, missing the
feeling of him in me.
After that I really wasn't in the mood to get back together with everyone again so
I stuck my head out the door and announced I was leaving. No doubt they knew
what had happened so Kristi just said she would have her mom drive her home
later. As I drove home, I thought to myself what a crazy day it had been. Yet as
much as I was thrilled to see Steve again and the anticipation was already
growing within me regarding our upcoming “date”, the one thing that made me
feel the best was the memory of the expression on my dad’s face when he was
cumming in me.
Final score today... fathers – 1, ex-boyfriend - 0, exactly as it should be.
Chapter 4 – Preparing for My “First” Date
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It was crazy. Really, it was absolutely insane. Here I was, twenty-five years old
yet feeling like I was fourteen again about to go out on my first date. Since that
night out with Steve over eleven years ago I’d been on hundreds of dates, it not
thousands, had sex with hundreds of men and dozens of women, including a
number of married men – and women. I’d worked briefly as an escort, having
sex for money with men I’d never met before and never would again, been to
parties where I had sex with multiple people in inventive ways, and could pretty
say, “been there, done that” to most things about sex so long as it wasn't
anything too kinky or hurtful. Heck, I’d even had sex with a dog twice (but never
again)!
So with a resume like that, why was I pacing my room like a tiger in a cage,
fretting over my hair, what I was going to wear, and all the other things that I
shouldn't be worrying about. After all, this was Steve, not some guy I’d never
been out with before. This was the guy to whom I gave my first blowjob, given
my virginity, and done a number of other “firsts”. This was the guy I had sex with
literally hours before he was married. If there was anyone I should be
comfortable with, you would think it would be Steve. So why was I practically
shaking with nerves?
Whenever I get really nervous or worried about something, there is one thing that
never fails to get my mind off whatever it is that is bothering me. I’m speaking of
course of masturbation. When you’re playing with your pussy and fantasizing
about crazy sex, it’s hard to be up tight about much of anything! I still had a
couple of hours before he was suppose to pick me up so even if I had to shower
over again, it would be worth it if it helped me get over the biggest case of nerves
I’d had in a long, long time.
Dropping my towel which I’d wrapped around me after my shower, I pulled back
the bedspread and top sheet on my bed. Piling a few pillows on each other
against the headboard, I laid back in my bed with my head and upper back
supported by the pillows, my legs spread wide apart. At first I just put one hand
on each of my boobs, just holding them and gently squeezing them with my
nipples between my fingers. Closing my eyes, I remembered how it felt so long
ago when Steve first held them in his hands. It was the first time anyone other
than me had held them this way and I shivered as my nipples reacted, hardening
between my fingers as I slowly rubbed them between my fingers.
Releasing my breasts, I let the tips of my fingers trace slowly across my upper
chest and boobs, just lightly touching me as they ran up and down and around
the bottoms of my boobs. The slowly, ever so slowly, I let them wander down
further, moving down a few inches and then returning back to my upper chest
before making another move. It was just like Steve had done the first time I’d let
him undo my blouse and remove my bra. I remembered his one arm around my
neck, cupping my boob with his hand as he reached around me while his other
hand wandered all over my upper body, just touching me ever so softly. Like
back then, I had my eyes closed and just leaned my head back, taking it all in.
Unlike back then, I was naked now so it was easier for my hands to move down
past my stomach and towards my legs and crotch. Actually, the first time Steve
groped me he didn't even get into my shorts but that didn't matter now. Each of
my hands made their way down the sides of my torso, fingertips running along
my sensitive skin over my hips and down to my upper thighs as far as I could
reach. Then I laid my hands flat pressing against my legs and then letting my
hands drift inwards to my inner thighs as I lifted my knees up and flattened my
feet on the bed.
When a guy touches me, there are lots of places where I can be stimulated
besides the obvious. Most guys tend to go for my breasts and crotch. While I
would never say I didn't like to be touched there, they are missing out on other
places that can stimulate me in other ways. First, I LOVE my hair to be played
with. The feeling of a guy’s fingers running from my scalp to the tips of my hair,
pulling on it ever so gently, makes me shiver all over. I can practically orgasm
just from this alone under the right circumstances.
Working down, I’m not a big ear person but I don't mind the lobes being gently
touched. Keep your tongue out though, it makes me feel creepy! Anywhere on
my face and neck can feel good so long as it is soft and gentle. Using the backs
of your fingers, letting the nails gently stroke across my forehead and then down
my cheeks and neck, is SO relaxing.
When it comes to my boobs, attention guys – there are more to them than just
the nipples and you don't have to try to pop them like a pimple when you touch
me! Cup them in your hands, gently massage them and run your fingers under
the curvature of my bosom and you’ll stimulate me a lot more than just yanking
and twisting my nipples.
My stomach is ticklish so while I like it to be touched, don't make me giggle as it
spoils the mood. The best thing to do is go on the other side where I LOVE the
feeling of my ass being touched. I do NOT mean my ass HOLE, I mean my butt
in general and hips. When I say kiss my ass, I mean it in a nice way as I like the
feel of a wet tongue running over my cheeks.
Then there is the one place that really drives me nuts – my thighs, especially the
inner portion. You can run your hands and fingers along my legs and work your
way between them and you’ll know I love it when I spread them further apart for
you. Don't make the usual mistake guys do and think I’m trying to hint to go for
my pussy. The truth is I probably just want my legs touched all the more.
So it was at this point now as I laid in my bed. I had my feet flat on the sheet
with my knees wide apart, each hand between my legs, rubbing myself gently.
Slowly, ever so slowly, it was like my hands had a mind of their own as they
drifted down and met at my bare crotch. God my pussy felt so warm!
Using my fingertip, I probed my pussy hole and felt the wetness there. Wetting
my finger, I dragged it upwards to my clit, gasping slightly when I first touched it.
At first I just pressed down on it, applying pressure without moving my finger. Ih
yeah, it wanted more and so I started to make small circles around it, teasing it
now and then by crossing over it and then circling it again. With my other hand I
pushed one finger into me up to the second knuckle, imagining it was a cock
seeking the warmth and security of my pussy.
It didn't take much longer for my orgasm to finally arrive. I wanted it so badly by
now, NEEDED it even more. It’s not like I always had an orgasm every time I
masturbated. Often just the act of masturbation was enough for me but not
tonight, not in the mood I was in. I groaned out loud as my hips rose up against
my probing hands. It was like my entire body started to tingle, like every hair on
me was standing on end. Holding my breath, I stroked my pussy with my fingers
quickly until I couldn't hardly bear it anymore and released my breath in a single
loud whoosh! Oh god, it felt SOOOOOO good I never wanted it to end!
I couldn't stay on my back and twisted over onto my right side in a fetal position,
my hands firmly imbedded between my legs as my head rolled from side to side.
“Fuck me... Fuck me...,” I begged my imaginary lover, thrusting a second and
then a third finger into my pussy. God I wanted a real dick in me so badly at this
moment, to feel it cumming inside of me, feeling the thrust of his hips against me
as he ejaculated and released himself deep inside of me.
It’s not like it ended so much as it slowly dwindled away. Finally I was left
gasping, trying to catch my breath as I brought my pussy fingers to my mouth
and sucked myself off of them. Mmmmmm, I loved the taste of my pussy,
especially right after I’d cum. I know a lot of girls say they don’t like to taste their
pussy but I consider them a minority. How could anyone NOT love the taste of a
hot pussy?
Glancing at the clock, I saw I’d less than an hour before Steve arrived. For a
moment I considered not showering and seeing if Steve noticed the odor of
sweat and sex on me. Would he say anything? Would he realize WHY I smelled
the way I did or would he think I just smelled bad? In the end, I showered
anyway. With any luck, I’d be smelling this way again before the night was out.
Chapter 5 – First Date Relived – 11 years Later
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The doorbell rang and I fought the temptation to go running to the door and
flinging it open. Of course I’d seen his car pull up and could have gone out
instead of making him come to the door but I wanted to make this a special night
so having my date come to the door was a natural first step.
“Hi Steve,” I greeted him after I opened the door.
Steve started to say something and then he looked closer at me and hesitated. I
just stood there, trying not to smile too broadly or act like I was some overly-
excited teenager about to go out on her first date – which was exactly how I was
feeling.
“Wow, you’re looking really good Kelly,” he finally blurted out, reaching out to
take my hand. THAT brought a smile to my face as I’d gone out and bought a
new dress just for tonight... just for him. In fact, everything I was wearing was
brand new. The dress was pure black and actually hung a little lower than my
usual, almost to my knees in fact. Being strapless, it clung tightly to my breasts
to hold itself up, emphasizing my boobs and cleavage. It was a wrap-around
style in that while the top was tight, the lower portion was made such that it
wrapped around more like a toga and was held in place by a tie on my left side.
The result was while it was a little longer than what I usually preferred, it opened
easily to the side where it was tied to reveal most of my upper leg when I walked
or crossed my legs.
Underneath the dress all I had on was a new pair of black lace panties. They
were too broad to be called a thong but by no means boy shorts. The side were
high cut so when I sat down and crossed my legs, even though the dress opened
up (assuming I didn't pull it over), you wouldn't know I was wearing anything
under it. As low cut and strapless as it was, there wasn't a bra in the world I
could wear which didn't bother me. Actually the dress had some built-in support
which pushed up on my boobs enough to exploit my cleavage to its best.
I’d been out in the sun enough that my legs had lost their winter pale although
still not as tanned as I would be in a few more weeks. It was enough no to wear
hose and still look good. Of course I’d shaved them just a few hours before –
along with a few other areas of my body, so they were smooth to the touch. I’d
also splurged on a new pair of black heels which also helped to make my legs
look good.
So yes, I was pleased that Steve seemed happy with what he was seeing waiting
in the doorway for him. It had cost me everything bit of extra money I had, not to
mention some help from a credit card my dad still let me use, but seeing him
staring at me the way he was made it all worth every penny.
Taking Steve’s hand, I let him walk me to the car, my small matching black purse
in my other hand. When we go to his car, I waited and he took the hint and
opened the door for me like a gentleman. I noticed the car was a little older but
seemed well-maintained. As I sat down, I let my dress pull up and didn’t reach
down to keep it down, thus allowing more leg to show for him. The split was on
my left side so it wasn't like TOO much was showing, but enough to get his eye.
Getting in the driver’s seat, Steve started the car and then turned to me and
finally said something. Up until now we had just walked together without a word
and I had been waiting for him to make the first move so far as conversation
went.
“God it’s great to see you again Kelly,” he said, “I have to confess, I feel a little
awkward tonight.”
“Oh? Why is that Steve?” I replied, feeling the same myself but ready to admit it.
“Well.... I mean... it’s just we have so much... history I guess you could say. Now
it’s been so long and I don't know with everything that’s happened since where to
pick things up.”
Actually I’d thought a lot about this very same thing. We hadn't dated in almost
eleven years yet at the same time, when we HAD dated it was one of the most
intensely emotional periods of my life. So much in my life changed in the six
months or so that we were together. The entire course of my life had been
altered and the man now sitting next to me had been responsible for it. Not
“responsible” in a bad way, but rather I mean as the guy who helped shape me
into what I became. It was his encouragement, his patience and support, his
open-mindedness, his willingness to do anything I wanted that made sex such an
integral part of my life from that time forward.
So indeed, were DID we go from here? All I knew was I wanted tonight to be
special, something to always remember. In my heart I knew exactly what I
wanted but hesitated in telling Steve as I was unsure of how he would react.
What if he thought it was silly? I mean, it wasn't like he was sixteen anymore and
I was fourteen I had changed a lot since those days and I was sure he had too..
Heck, he’d even been married, if only for a short period. Would it be even
possible to relive something that happened when we were both so much younger
and innocent?
I twisted in the seat to face him. “You know what I would like Steve? Let’s do
our first date all over again... do you remember it?”
Now THAT brought a smile to his face. “Of course I remember, how could I ever
forget?” he replied with that smile I’d always loved so much.
“I know it sounds silly Steve, and I hope you didn't have other plans for tonight.”
“Hey, that sounds like a GREAT plan Kelly. It was just seeing you in that
incredible dress, I thought you might want to go somewhere... I don't know...
somewhere more public I guess.”
True, I was a bit overdressed as compared to our first date but it didn't matter to
me. I’d gotten my money’s worth just seeing the look on his face when I opened
the door and stood there in front of him.
“I just want to be with you tonight Steve,” I said softly, “I just want it to be special,
you know what I mean?”
He just nodded and started up the car, heading down the street without another
word. It only took ten minutes to get to the theater which we filled with some
small talk about the town and local politics and gossip, nothing really personal. I
don't either of us was quite ready to open up to the other yet. THAT was going to
take a little more time so in some ways, tonight was indeed a “first date”.
As Steve bought the tickets at the kiosk, I looked around and couldn't help but
feel a but overdressed but it didn't bother me. It made me feel good to see other
men with their wives and families looking me over when they thought I (and their
wives) wouldn't notice. It wasn't just the older men that I was getting attention
from. Some of the teenage boys were a little less discrete and it made me feel
good to see them looking at me while their date was distracted by something
else.
“Here we go, two tickets to the worse movie in the house,” Steve said, bringing
my attention back to him again.
We both laughed as I knew what he meant. Back when we dated we would pick
out the least-watched movies as we both knew we had no intention of actually
watching it. We just wanted to be sure the theater was as empty as possible so
we could find a pair of seats that weren’t right next to somebody else. We didn't
want the theater to be totally empty – that would have taken the thrill out of it as it
was the risk of being seen that made it fun.
We bypassed the lines at the food counter and headed straight for the theater as
it was already a few minutes past the official start time. Of course, there was no
fear of missing any of the movie with all the ads and preview these days, but then
again, we weren’t exactly worried about the movie anyway. If anything, it worked
out better this way as anyone who was going to come in the theater was most
likely already there so we could pick out seats without having to worry about
another couple coming in later and sitting next to us.
Opposite the entrance to our theater were the restrooms and I told Steve I
needed to make a quick stop. Actually, I had no need of the facilities, I just
needed someplace private for a few seconds. Stepping in, there were a couple
of other women and a young girl already there so I stepped into a stall and turned
around. Reaching under my dress, I put my hand between my legs and felt the
warmth of my crotch through the thin panties. Oh yeah, I was ready!
I pressed my fingers against me, pushing the fabric into me slightly and rubbed
my panties against my wet pussy. As good as it felt, getting myself off wasn't my
intention, at least not this time. Using both hands now, I grabbed my panties on
each side and slid them down to my heels and off. I sniffed the crotch and
smiled. Yep, smelled pretty good to me! Hopefully Steve would think the same.
I bundled them up into a ball and hid them in my hand as best as I could.
Flushing the empty toilet, I stepped out and hurried back to Steve who was
waiting patiently for me outside.
“Sorry, I needed to do something for you,” I said as I approached him. I reached
out with my closed hand and put it against his. Then I opened it up to reveal to
him what I was hiding.
Steve grinned when he saw what I was offering him. “Hmmm, now THIS is
interesting.”
“I just didn't want anything in the way tonight,” I whispered as we headed into the
theater, “I hope you don't mind keeping those for me.”
The smirk on his face told me more than anything he could have said. Once
through the door and out of sight from the crowd outside, he put them up to his
nose and sniffed.
“Mmmmm, now THAT’s the way all panties should smell,” he whispered to me.
The theater was dark as the movie had just started. As our eyes adjusted, I cold
see there were a few people spaced out throughout the theater, maybe a total of
twenty or so in all. I grinned as I noticed a few couples had already staked out
the more remote seats. No doubt we weren’t the only ones with more than the
movie on our agenda for the evening.
Steve stood there for a few more seconds, scouting out the theater and then
made his selection. With the upper portion of the theater pretty well occupied,
we headed for the second row and then down almost to the wall. The theater
was one of the smaller ones so there were steps on only one side. When I say
second row, I meant the row in the upper portion of the theater, not the lower
section where you were right on top of the screen. It wasn't exactly the usual
location for us but there was nobody else in the row and with the high-back seats
it wasn't like anyone could see us all that well. Besides, from the looks of things I
doubted many of the other couples would be looking around all that much
anyway.
Taking our seats, Steve pulled the armrest up and out of the way. I loved the
seats in this theater. With the arm rest up I could sit right next to him almost like
we were on a couch. It certainly made things easier – as I’m sure the designers
knew when they dreamed them up.
I made sure to sit on Steve’s right as that was the side the opening in my dress
was on. I crossed my legs and this time I scooting in my chair just enough to
ensure that it opened up wide for him. Our eyes had adjusted to the light buy
now and there was enough light from the screen for him to see my exposed leg.
“Like my new dress?” I whispered, “I bought it just for you.”
Steve smiled again and nodded, his eyes telling me everything as they looked at
my leg. The movie was now going but he never even glanced at the screen,
keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He put his arm around my shoulder and
pulled me up closer to him.
“I missed you so much Kelly,” he said ever so softly, squeezing me against him.
“Oh Steve....” I sighed. What more could I say? How many times had I dreamed
of being in his arms again, of feeling him against me again. No other man had
ever made me feel the way Steve did, not even my almost-fiancé Duane.
Perhaps that’s why deep in my heart I think I knew Duane wasn't the one,
because he had never made me feel the way I felt at this moment being with
Steve.
Then we kissed. God, it was like I was kissing him for the first time all over
again. Our lips parted and tongues met, just going on and on for what seemed
like forever. It was like now that we were finally kissing again, neither of us
wanted to be the one to pull away. I wanted him SO badly. Maybe it hadn't been
such a good idea to come here. Then again, maybe it WAS a good idea as had
we been anywhere else at this moment, I know neither of us would have been
able to control ourselves. As much as I wanted exactly THAT, there was
something in me that wanted this as well. There was something special about
just kissing him and feeling his arm around me. The sex would come later, there
was no doubt about that at least in my mind, but tonight this was perfect.
Steve’s free hand was on my knee. I put my hand over his and pulled it up onto
my exposed leg, almost trembling as I felt his hand against my bare skin. He
didn't waste any time once I gave him the green light, reaching over my leg under
my dress and pulling it towards him. I knew what he wanted and so I uncrossed
my legs, giving him access to what I knew he wanted – and what I wanted as
well.
In my mind, I recalled the first time Steve had touched my pussy. I had been so
nervous at the time. Nobody had ever touched me there besides me, at least not
with any sexual intent. At fourteen I was certainly touching it a LOT, but Steve
was the first otherwise. Sure there had been times when my dad might have
accidentally put his hand there when I was in the hot tub on his lap and he was
trying to maneuver me around, but that was just incidental and he never kept his
hand there or tried to do anything.
It had felt almost weird when Steve’s fingers first pressed between my legs. It
was like I was exposing myself in a way I’d never done before. With my legs
open for him, it had been like I was giving away something private that I’d never
shared with anyone else before. It felt odd to have my clit touched and it wasn't
my own fingers. It was exciting in a way, not knowing what he would do next,
where her would explore and how he would touch me. Of course Steve had
played with plenty of other pussies before mine which actually helped in that I
didn't have to tell him everything to do, even if I had been so bold to do so in the
first place.
Now, eleven years later, my pussy was well-explored territory yet there was
something about knowing it was Steve’s fingers that were making their way up
my legs that was different in some way I couldn't quite explain. I guess you cold
say it was something like when my dad feels me up. It’s not so much the actual
touch that makes it special, it’s knowing WHO is touching me. If I was
blindfolded, I wouldn't be able to tell who was touching me and under those
circumstances, it would have still felt good but it wouldn't have meant anything
special to me. Now it was different. Of course I loved the feel of his fingers as
they started to work their way between my wet pussy lips, but it was looking
down and seeing Steve’s hand between my leg that made me quiver with
excitement.
I must have been holding my breath because when his finger started to probe
inside of me I let out a long slow sigh, trying not to be too loud such that people
would hear me. He didn't push it in far but rather just up to his first knuckle or so,
moving the tip of his fingers in small circles around inside of me. Good boy, he
remembered how I liked it. The most sensitive part of my pussy was the first inch
of so, as if that area was just jam packed with nerve endings just dying to be
stimulated. I didn’t need his finger deep in me, just far enough to make those
nerve endings scream out as he touched them. Mmmmm, it felt so damn good.
“Somebody’s horny,” he whispered in my ear and I tried not to giggle. Of course
I was! Who wouldn't be sitting in a dark theater with your boyfriend’s forefinger
up inside of you while your bare ass was on the seat?
“Oh Steve,” I sighed again ever so softly, the words barely audible even to
myself.
With that he pulled his finger out and for a second I wondered what I’d done
wrong to make him stop. Then he moved his hand up to my face and put his
pussy-wet finger on my lips which parted to let him push his finger into my mouth.
I suckled on his finger, tasting myself and smelling the odor of my pussy on him
hand. Once again I though, “Good boy.” He remembered! I LOVED to taste my
pussy and to smell and taste myself on his finger was even better than on my
own.
Steve chuckled at my response. “I see you still love this... damn, some things
never change, do they?”
Indeed, some things never did – and never should.
As much as I would have loved him to resume fondling my pussy, I had other
things on my mind. Well, make that one biog thing and two smaller ones.
Reaching over, I rested my hand on his crotch and was thrilled to feel the
hardness of his erection that was ready to burst out from under his jeans.
Hmmm, something needed attention and who better to give it some than me?
Steve hadn't worn a belt and I wondered briefly if that was because he just didn't
always wear one or because he wanted it to be easier for me to gain access. I
have to admit, when it comes to men’s belts I can get totally confused and
distracted trying to figure them out. Did Steve remember all the times I fumbled
with his various belts and how it had almost ruined the mood in more than a few
cases? I was hoping that was the case.
The button was easy to deal with and I zipped down his zipper, startled at how
loud it seemed in the theater as the movie just happened to have silent moment
right at the same time I pulled down on it. Damn, everyone HAD to have heard it
but a quick glance around proved otherwise. It seemed that everyone else was
either making out and didn't care about us or too engrossed in the movie to
notice.
With his zipper down I had another pleasant surprise – no underwear. Once
again I had to smile as I knew Steve must have remembered how I hated to deal
with underwear. Instead of the usual boxers or tightie-whities, all I had in front of
me now was his erect cock, springing free and clear of his jeans like a jack-in-
the-box. I could just make it out in the light from the screen, enough to make my
mouth water at the sight of it.
What a difference eleven years can make. I remembered when I was in almost
the exact same position and I saw Steve’s cock out for the first time. No matter
how much I had talked about it with my mom before, I still wasn't ready for the
reality of an actual cock in my hand. It wasn’t like I’d never seen one before.
Heck, I’d seen my fathers cock untold times growing up, even erect when he
would masturbate. THIS, however, was totally different. My dad’s was my
DAD’s cock, at the time not something that particularly interested in except when
I was trying to get my way and I knew when his dick got that way I was sure to
get whatever I wanted. This cock was my boyfriend’s dick and it was hard
because of ME.
Sometimes I have wondered how my life would have been different had I not
been so naïve when I was younger. It was true that I had no sexual interest in
my father’s dick back then, and I innocently assumed that he wasn't interested in
me that way either. It was almost two years later before I learned differently.
What would I have thought had my dad told me the REAL reason he got hard
when I was around? What if HIS dick had been the first I’d touched with sexual
intent instead of Steve’s? Oh well, it didn't happen so it’s all conjecture in any
case.
I held Steve’s hard cock in my hand, just gripping it firmly to feel it’s hardness
and warmth against my hand and fingers. Steve had never been exactly small
and while not huge either, I use to think of it as “comfortable”. That’s my way of
saying it was the perfect compromise between not being too big to be
uncomfortable when I blew him and yet being large enough to stretch me out just
enough when he fucked me to make me feel full without hurting me. I would be
hard-pressed to be too critical of ANY dick so long as it responded properly, but
Steve’s was like something right out of a fairy tale... not to small, not too big, but
just right.
It was uncomfortable twisting as I was to hold his cock. For a moment I
contemplated repeating my performance from the first time we did this in a
theater and kneel on the floor between his legs. Well, some things we DO grow
out of and kneeling on a filthy theater floor was on of those, at least for me.
Instead, I took advantage of the modern seat design and lifted the arm up on the
other side of me. Now I had almost the equivalent of a couch so I laid on my
stomach across the seats with my shoulders and head over his lap. My legs were
stretched out straight behind me but as high as the seat backs were I was
confident nobody could see us. Besides, the only ones who even had a chance
were going at it themselves the last time I glanced their way.
Steve put his hand on my head and pushed me into his crotch firmly but not too
hard. His fingers were in my hair with his palm against my scalp, keeping me
firmly in place over his quivering cock. God he smelled so good! I loved the
heavy odor of his crotch and the slight aftertaste of his dick in my mouth. It was
just so... manly I guess you could say.
As I slowly sucked his dick, not trying to make him cum but rather working more
just to make him feel good, Steve’s other hand worked its way down to my hips
and moved my skirt over and out of the way, baring my butt. I could feel the cool
air against my exposed ass and then the warmth of his hand as he cupped my
butt and squeezed me.
Laying there with his dick in my mouth, I wiggled a little until I could spread my
legs further apart. Steve quickly took the hint and his hand moved down from my
butt to between my legs until I felt his finger probing my pussy hole. As wet as I
was he had no problem pushing it in me and I loved the feel of him penetrating
me. It wasn't the same as his dick but it would do for now!
As I sucked him and he toyed with my pussy, my thoughts wandered back to that
first blowjob I’d given him in a theater much like this one so many years ago.
The setting might be the same but my how things can change. I wasn't a runt of
a year-old any more, a virgin whose boobs barely gave my boyfriend something
to play with.
One thing was different for sure – Steve HAD to be enjoying this BJ a whole lot
more than the first one I gave him. Oh sure, there must have been a thrill
knowing he was the first guy I’d sucked, but my skills were light-years ahead of
my feeble efforts back then. My mom had tried to teach me some techniques
and had talked to me about a boy’s needs and expectations, but there’s a huge
gap between talking about something and doing it, between pretending to give a
blowjob to a dildo and actually sucking on a real dick.
Now, eleven years later, my mouth had hosted hundreds of dicks, many of them
numerous times. I pretty much felt like an expert when it came to sucking dick
and technically I was a professional given I’d be paid more than a few times for
my efforts. Still, right now at this instant I wasn't sure who was happier – him or
me. My ego certainly was siding with him as I always wanted a guy to remember
me as his best blowjob but you can’t compete against some girls these days.
For a moment I considered getting up and straddling his lap and riding his dick.
My pussy was certainly pushing for it! As much as I loved the way he was
playing with it using his fingers, nothing beats a real dick when it comes to
pleasuring your own pussy.
In the end common sense won out. Even though it was possible that some
people had noticed a bit of what was going on between Steve and I, they couldn't
possibly have a compete view so most of it had to be conjecture. I mean, it’s
pretty obvious what is happening when a girl has her head buried in a guy’s lap
and bobbing up and down. But bouncing on his lap would have eliminated any
assumptions and would be going a step too far, at least I was sure someone
would object – someone always did it seems just when things got fun.
After a while, as much as it pained me to admit it, another pain developed in my
neck and mouth from having to keep my head in a rather awkward position with
my mouth stretched open to accommodate his dick. I needed a break but I
couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Steve’s wonderful dick so I laid
my head on his lap and just laid there with the head of his dick in my mouth,
sucking on it ever so gently like a baby suckling a bottle.
Looking up at Steve, I saw he was staring down at me, a weird sort of smile on
his face and a distant look in his eyes as he watched me work on his cock. I tried
to smile but it’s sort of hard when you have this thick piece of flesh between your
teeth!
“Don't stop,” he mouthed to me more than spoke. From the way he was biting
his lower lip and rolling his eyes and head back, I knew I could make him cum
any time that I wanted. In fact, it was now up to me to see to it that he did NOT
actually cum – at least not yet. I just held myself still, feeling his dick pulsing in
my mouth as he calmed down and regained control slowly. Oh yeah, he was
there now, right where I wanted him. At any time I could make him cum, all I had
to do was suck a little extra hard and he was mine.
From the look on his face, I knew Steve was ready to cum. In fact, I had no
doubt that’s exactly what he wanted – to cum together with me. he looked
almost panicky, like a lost boy hunting for his mother. It was like he didn't know
what to do as his lust consumed him and all he could focus on was his dick in my
mouth. Even his hand was still in my pussy as he seemed to be focusing every
thought on just my pussy.
Steve humped under me, pushing his dick into my mouth as if he was fucking
me. Oh yeah, he wanted it and he wanted it all right now. My neck was feeling a
little better so I went down on him again, this time taking every bit of it in me until
my lips were pressed against the base of his dick
This time he didn't just hump up against me, he literally jerked himself into my
mouth, driving his cock into me as he pushed my head down on him. He couldn't
contain himself as he gasped out much more loudly than I think he thought he
was and then he came... and came... and came!
Each spurt of cum went straight into my mouth. He could hardly miss as I had
my lips encircled around him, forming a cum-tight seal around his shaft. I tried to
swallow it as quickly as he was shooting it into me so I wouldn't gag on it as yet
another rope of sticky cum literally exploded in my mouth.
Finally he finished, leaving me a substantial mouth of cum still in my mouth but it
was hard to swallow with him still in my mouth. Reluctantly I pulled my head up
and looked at him, smiling and then opening my mouth and sticking out my
tongue to show him what was left inside. Like every guy I’d ever blown and then
done this, he seemed to have loved cumming in my mouth and then watching it
in my mouth as I opened it for him to see inside.
Twisting around, I sat back up again as he removed his hand from my pussy and
laid it on the back of the seats over my shoulders. I dropped my head on his
shoulder, licking my lips and using one finger to push some of the cum that had
managed to try and escape onto my chin back into my mouth. I wasn't about to
let a single drop go to waste if I had anything to say about it.
It was then I realized the movie was about over. Wow, time really does fly when
you’re having fun! There was maybe ten minutes until the closing credits during
which I just snuggled up to Steve and let him fondle me and touch me wherever
he could reach. It was kind of erotic to have him just explore me wherever he
had the urge without even asking me if it was OK with me.
When the movie finally ended, we stood up and I tried to straighten out myself
and be as presentable as possible. My hair and makeup must have surely taken
a hit and I told Steve on the way out that I needed to visit the little girl’s room for
a few minutes to clean myself up.
Scurrying across the hall to the restroom as quickly as possible, I realized I
wasn't the only one with needs right after a movie. The stalls were already
almost filled and there were several women and girls washing up. One looked to
be the girl who was with a guy a few rows above us, the ones I mentioned had
not been paying much attention to anyone else during the movie. We glanced at
each other and I saw she didn't look a whole lot better than I did. Then we
smiled at each other, more a knowing smile between colleagues you might say.
On the other side of me was a mother with what looked to be a four or five year
old daughter. She took one glance at the two of us next to her and you could
almost feel the disgust in her stare as she looked us over like two whores. She
didn't say a word to either of us but that look said more than she could ever have
put in words. I wonder how she would have felt if she knew her reaction actually
was turning me on?
Back in the hall, Steve was waiting for me and he put his arm around me as we
left the theater. We went out to grab some desert and then he took me home.
We never mentioned one word about what had happened in the theater and
neither of us made any sort of move on the other. It was like what had happened
was exactly what SHOULD have happened that night and neither of us wanted to
spoil the mood by pushing it any further than what it was meant to be. When
Steve kissed me, I DID finally fee like I had to say SOMETHING.
“Next time you’re gonna fuck me... right?” I whispered in his ear as we hugged.
Steve pulled back enough to look me in the face and grinned broadly. “Well, now
THAT wasn’t exactly what you said the first time we dated, now was it?”
I giggled a little before I responded, “But it WAS what I was thinking, didn't you
know?”
We kissed again and I returned to my home without looking back again.
Mmmmm, talk about the perfect evening!
Chapter 6 – Reminiscing
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Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me and suddenly it was like this huge
weight had been lifted form my shoulders. My legs felt weak and I quickly sat
down in the living room before I lost my balance. What could I say? Everything I
could have hoped for had come true. Talk about the perfect first date... now I
could say I had been on TWO of them, both with the same guy. The fact that
they occurred eleven years apart was just part of what made everything so
surreal.
One thing WAS different this time. On the original first date, I’d come home full
of energy and feeling a mixture of wonder, love and amazement. After all, it was
the first time I’d ever even held a man’s dick, let alone suck it until it came in my
mouth. On my new “first date”, I think I can say without bragging too much that
I’m a pro when it comes to blowjobs. I doubt there are many girls my age who
can say they’ve sucked as many dicks as I have without being a hooker (which
leaves my cousin Kristi out of the running for the title). Certainly I had impressed
Steve with my skills!
SO now what? As I laid my head against the back of the couch, staring up at the
ceiling, I thought about what had happened after our original first date. It hadn't
been long afterwards that Steve took my virginity, although it wasn't like I wasn't
anxious to give it to him. Everything in my life changed after that.
Wow, what would have my life been like had I NOT had sex with Steve? What if
I had done it with someone not as special and not enjoyed it as much as I had?
What if instead of finding that the thing I wanted most at the time was to be laid
by Steve as soon as possible after the last time, I had instead been turned off by
the experience and kept away from a sexual lifestyle?
All I could say was that I was happy things had turned out as they did. I
remembered how hungry I had been for sex back then. Sure I still craved it now
and then but back when I was fourteen and could still count on my hands and
toes the number of time Steve had fucked me, it was entirely different. It was like
sex was all I could think about. In school, at church, at home with my parents, it
was like I was constantly thinking about Steve’s dick and how much I loved
having him fuck me with it, how much I loved to hold it and suck on it.
So once again... now what? What could compare to the weeks and months
Steve and I had spent as young teens, exploring each other and trying out new
ideas every day? I remembered when we were out bike riding and he felt me up
while we were waiting to cross traffic. His hand was under my ass with his finger
working its way into my shirts to rub my pussy while a soccer mom and her kids
were right behind us! God it had felt so naughty yet I loved it. Then afterwards
we stopped at an old school playground and had sex while on the swing, his dick
pumping in and out of me almost automatically as the swing rocked back and
forth in the air with me planted on his lap.
Yes indeed... no what? Was it fair trying to compare events that had happened
over a decade ago when we were such different people to anything that might
happen today? Could anything live up to the memories I had from that time, no
doubt “enhanced” with age, like a fine wine. Was it fair to expect the same sense
of thrill and wonder to infuse me when I was with him like it did when he had
been the only boy I’d ever had sex with?
Oh my god, tonight had been so wonderful, so perfect. As much as I would have
loved to have invited him and taken him to my room, it just seemed right for it to
end this way. I was sure there would be plenty of opportunities in the near future
for us to be more intimate. Tonight was just two old friends, two lovers from the
past, reunited once again. I remembered the last time we had sex before he
moved away, and how it felt to have him pull out of me for what I was sure would
be the last time ever. To think that I was worried I might not have sex with
another boy again now that Steve was gone. Now THAT certainly didn't prove to
be a problem, that was for sure!
Then I remembered the oddest date we’d ever had, when I was over at his house
thinking we were all alone without a clue that his mother was watching us. I
couldn't help but shiver even after all these years at the memory of the shock I’d
felt when she walked in the room while Steve was on top of me, fucking me hard.
I couldn't help but smile to myself as I remembered that even though we both
were horrified to be caught in such a situation, neither of us had made a move so
far as separating and Steve’s dick never shrank a bit even with his mother
standing there watching him.
What happened next made me wonder what would happen in the upcoming days
now with Steve. Imagine how incredulous I had been back then when it ended
up with Steve’s mom masturbating as she watched Steve fuck me, and then
push me away so he could do her as well. It had been my first introduction to
incest. Of course at the time I had no idea that I would have an incestuous
relationship with my parents and relatives a few years later.
Thinking of watching Steve doing his mother, I wondered if they had ever done it
again? SO far as I knew, it was a one time thing where his mom lost control,
never to be repeated again. At least that’s what she said when it was over.
Steve had no idea of my own incestuous lifestyle and I struggled with whether I
would tell him anything or not. So far in my life it had never turned out well to let
a guy I knew know anything about the secrets of my family. My almost-fiancé
Duane only knew about my aunt and cousin but that was enough to make him
pull away from me, ultimately making my life hell for a period.
My most recent boyfriend was the only guy I’d ever told the entire truth to and all
he could do was push to have threesomes with my dad and me, like incest was
some sort of on-going orgy. No.... for now I would keep it a secret and wait to
see how his relationship with his mom had turned out. Then there was his sister
Sharon as well. I knew she always had the hots for her brother but he never
showed even a smidgeon of interest in her. Given what happened with his mom,
had anything ever happened with Sharon? SO many secrets... so many things to
think about.
So yet again... now what? Was Steve interested in anything more serious than
just casual sex? Did he have feelings for me like I had for him? I had always
assumed he loved me when we dated but he had never said so. Was I just an
easy lay for him or did her really have feelings for me? He must have felt
SOMETHING or why would he have been so ready to fuck me just hours before
his wedding?
Hmmm, I wondered what happened to his younger brother? Steve hadn't
mentioned anything about him. I recalled how I use to tease the poor boy
terribly. Sure I’d let him fuck me once but it was more with the intention of giving
him something to want more of – but he couldn't ever have rather than fulfilling
any fantasies he may have had about me.
God, the more I thought about things the more memories kept coming back to
me, like I was in some sort of therapy session. We’d had so many fun times
together. There was the time he fucked me in the basement during his sister’s
slumber party while his mom was in her bedroom right above us. That time was
extra special to me because I had kept a mouthful of his cum afterwards and
hurried upstairs to his sister’s room and kissed her with his cum still in my mouth.
It was hilarious when she realized what she was tasting, not to mention the
reaction of the rest of our friends when they found out.
Yes, when it came to Steve it was like the memories just kept surfacing more and
more as I thought about him. The question now was still the same... now what?
Chapter 7 – Going Forward?
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How many people can say their first love was their true love? Not many I would
bet. In fact, I would have been among those that say it was probably all but
impossible to find your true love at such a young age. Still, it wasn't like Steve
had been my ONLY love. Guys had come and gone over the years, just as girls
had come and gone in his life. Heck, he even married one so there had to be a
time when he thought SHE was his true love. Even I thought I had found my true
love when I was with Duane.
For both Steve and I, it seemed that every time we thought we had found the
love of our life, something had happened to steer us away. I was lucky enough,
although at the time I wouldn't have thought so, to have split up with Duane
before making a commitment that I would have not been able to break. Steve,
while having taken the big step, at least learned early enough that it was wrong
for him to have the marriage annulled.
Was fate trying to tell us something? In a way, was this perhaps why I was so
driven to sex all these years? Was it all some cosmic plan by God to show me
that no matter how many guys I was with, no matter what I did with my life, that
my true love had been there all the time for me from the start?
Personally, I have never agreed with the “save yourself for marriage” concept
and now I would say I disagree with it all the more. How can you know someone
is really the one for you without having something to compare against, something
on which to base that decision?
Even though we’d only been on this one date since his return to my life, even
though we didn't have sex, I KNOW deep in my heart that Steve is the one for
me. Perhaps it’s because we did NOT have sex that I’m all the more convinced
that my feelings are true. If I can feel this way about someone and NOT have
had sex with them, then I know it’s got to be something really special.
THE END
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