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