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
=============================

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