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