Subject:     Valentine's Day Surprise 
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date:  February 14, 2001
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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I’d always heard that Valentine’s Day is suppose to be for lovers.  Well, 
this year I learned just how much fun it could be as well!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Valentine’s Day Traditions  
   Chapter 2 – Dinner and The Incline  
   Chapter 3 – The Hotel Room


Chapter 1 – Valentine’s Day Traditions 
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I was fifteen, just a few weeks away from my sixteenth birthday, and 
thoroughly enjoying my sophomore year in high school.  I’d been dating 
Greg since Christmas after breaking up with John and now it was almost 
Valentine’s day already.  Greg was an eighteen year-old senior at my high 
school and one of the top football players.  Naturally, he was good 
looking and quite popular with all the girls.  The word in the hallways 
was that he had one of the biggest cocks of anyone in our school so, of 
course, I’d been wanting badly to find out for myself.  Even though I was 
just a sophomore, I had already acquired a bit of a reputation with the 
older boys so I begged a few of my closest friends to drop some hints his 
way that I was interested in him – VERY interested.

Well, to my surprise, it didn't long before he was leaning against my 
locker and asking me out.  Although I tried not to appear TOO eager, I 
couldn't wait for our first date.  I must have masturbated for hours the 
night before, dreaming of what I hoped he would do to me.  Let’s just say 
I discovered on our first date that the rumors about his cock were true – 
he must have been twice the size of most guys I’d been with! It was the 
most challenging blowjob I’d ever given and when he fucked me, oh my god 
I thought I was going to be split in two!

With all that I guess I don’t have to say that Greg was by no stretch of 
the imagination the first guy I’d had sex with.  Steve, the older brother 
of one of my girlfriends, had taken my virginity two summers before, not 
long after I had graduated from middle school.  Unfortunately his mom’s 
job was transferred and so he had to move out of state the following 
winter.  Steve and I had shared quite a few enjoyable experiences and 
many a night in the days after he left I would lay in my bed at night 
touching myself as I dreamed of him fucking me.

Looking back now, I realize that we had never been truly in love even 
though at the time I thought I loved him terribly.  His cock was my first 
and I knew from the first time he did me that I loved sex. After that I 
would do most anything to get more of it – as much as I could.  Today I’m 
more mature and I realize that our relationship was really more about 
mutual physical satisfaction - but then there’s nothing wrong with that, 
especially when you’re only fourteen.   While we dated, Steve was the 
only boy I had sex with (if you don’t count the time I teased his younger 
brother and things got a bit out of hand).

After Steve moved away it didn't take long for me to realize that while 
masturbation was a lot of fun, it simply can’t replace the real thing so 
I started dating a number of guys and developed what I would call a 
healthy sex life.  It didn't take long for the boys in school to discover 
how I felt about sex and needless to say, I was never at a loss for a 
date.  Despite the rumors in school to the contrary, I really didn't fuck 
all that many of them but when it came to blowjobs, let’s just say that I 
was more than willing to please just about anyone who would let me suck 
them.  Besides, it’s the least a girl can do anyway when the guys Is 
paying for everything else.

Actually, I was quite proud of the reputation I was getting for giving 
the best blowjob in school and almost every boy I dating went home with a 
little less cum than he had started out with.  Some of the more prudish 
girls in my class thought they were being mean by labeling me a slut but 
I knew they were just jealous of my popularity and so I just ignored 
them.  Besides, I was very active in my church youth group and other 
community organizations so I like to think that most people, especially 
the adults I associated with, thought of me as the nice “girl next door”.

Until this year I’d never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend.  
It was more a timing thing than anything else. The first thirteen years 
of my life I didn't have a boyfriend to start with so it was a moot 
point.  Then last year, Steve had moved away just a couple of weeks 
before the big day and I was moping around the house crying about how 
unfair life was being to me! Well, this year was going to be different 
because now I had Greg and I had a good feeling that he had something big 
planned.  By big, I’m of course referring to his nice dick!

While I may not have had a boyfriend for past Valentine’s Days, I was 
still lucky in that my dad had a started a family tradition back when I 
was only eight years old when he gave my mom a dozen beautiful red roses 
and me a single yellow rose with a long stem.   He would then gave me a 
quick peck on the cheek after which he led my mom by the hand upstairs to 
their bedroom and closed the door.   Our house is pretty old and the 
walls are really thin so I could hear more than enough in my bedroom next 
door to know they weren’t watching TV!  When they were done, he would 
then take us all out to a dinner at some fancy restaurant.

The part I looked forward to the most though was when we got home and he 
would give us each a Valentine’s Day present.  Mom’s was always in a pink 
bag from her favorite store – Victoria’s Secret.  That year he gave her a 
sexy outfit – a black fishnet teddy, sheer white nightie, etc.  As for 
me, I was thrilled with my present - cute red and white cheerleader 
outfit (never mind that my school colors were blue and white!).  After 
that, in the following years he always found some cute outfit for me. One 
year it was the cutest Tinker Bell costume with a tiny wrap-around lacy 
skirt and halter top.  Last year it had been a Little Mermaid outfit with 
a tight green clothe tube for my legs and a tiny little bikini top made 
of a couple of shells and string.

Each year, my mom and I put on our outfits and pose for him while he 
takes our pictures for the family album. Usually I would sit in his lap 
while mom took our picture.  I was old enough to recognize the bulge in 
my dad’s crotch for what it was.  When I felt it pressing against my 
bottom I felt good because I knew that it meant that he was ready to go 
back to their bedroom and have a good time with my mom.   It never 
crossed my mind that he might be thinking of a going to a different 
bedroom than I thought he was!

This Valentine’s Day was going to be different – of that I was sure.  
Greg had asked me out to a fancy dinner and I was thrilled to accept.  
I’d been out to a lot of high-end restaurants with my parents, but never 
on a date.  It wasn’t until I told my parents at dinner the next day 
about our plans and saw the crestfallen look on my dad’s face that I 
remembered our tradition of him taking us out to an elegant meal.  He 
quickly pretended that everything was OK and wished me a good time but I 
still felt a little guilty about it.  Somehow I knew deep inside of me 
that as I grew up a lot of things would change between me and dad; but I 
knew one thing would always stay the same – I would always be my daddy’s 
little girl! Little did I know back then just how much things WOULD 
change between my father and me, but even so I still like to think of me 
as his little girl.

In any case, February 14th finally arrived and I was about to get ready 
for Greg when my dad stopped by my open bedroom door.  I was wearing just 
my panties and with my sixteenth birthday only weeks away, my boobs were 
finally starting to look pretty good.  The fact my bedroom door was open 
wasn't anything unusual.   Indeed, it would have been a lot more strange 
had it been shut! In fact, I couldn't even remember the last time I’d 
closed it besides when we had people staying over.  Nudity was nothing to 
be ashamed of in our house and I‘d seen and been with my parents naked in 
our hot tub many times over the years.  I never flaunt myself at home of 
course.  Actually, other than when we are in the hot tub, the only time I 
am naked around home. other than in the bathroom, is at night when I go 
to bed.  I first started sleeping nude the day I turned twelve.   At 
first it was more just a thing where a little girl was trying to mimic 
her mom.  However, once I got used to it, it felt constricting to wear 
anything to bed.  In any case, I was a bit surprised when my dad took a 
good look at me and then whistled softly.

“Whoa! You’re looking pretty hot there girl,” he said with a grin, “So 
tell me, is Fred going to get lucky tonight?”

“Oh daddy!” I said in mock protest, “You know his name is Greg; and 
besides, we’re just going out to dinner.”

My dad knew all about my past experiences from my mom who always insisted 
on a complete debriefing whenever I returned home from a date.  He knew 
that I knew that he knew full well what Greg and I would be doing before 
I returned home.   My dad was always the type to tease me a bit but I 
really didn’t mind.  Then I noticed his hand was behind his back so I 
smiled and walked over to him, trying to act like am innocent little girl 
(even if I was topless at the time!)

“Hmmmmmm, something for me?” I asked in my best little girl voice. 

He leaned down and kissed me gently on my forehead.  Then he brought his 
hand out and I saw it was a box in pretty pink wrapping paper with a pink 
ribbon bow.   My yellow rose was slipped under the bow and he pulled it 
out and handed it to me first.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby,” he said with a smile, Then he handed me the 
box saying, “I think you’re old enough now for something a little more 
grown-up.”

I giggled and snatched the box from his hand and ran over to sit down on 
the edge of my bed.   I was so excited to see what was inside that I 
unceremoniously ripped off the wrapping paper and opened it up to find 
the cutest little negligee inside.  It was made of light blue lace and 
totally sheer.  Also in the box was a thong made of the same material as 
the negligee.  The whole outfit felt like it made from air it was so 
light. I held it up in front of me and I could still see my bare boobs 
right through it.  My mom had some pretty sexy lingerie but this was a 
first for me.  Once I tried on some of hers just to see what it felt like 
but everything she had was too big for me, especially in the bust and 
hips.  Well, this outfit was just my size and I couldn't wait to try it 
on! I turned my head up to my dad who was looking at me with a big grin 
on his face.

“Oh wow!!!! Thank you daddy,” I gushed, “It’s beautiful!”

My dad had a smug look on his face.  Of course he knew I would like it!

“So... are you going to try it on for me or what?” he asked, “Hurry up, 
you’re mom’s changing into hers and I can’t wait to see my girls all 
dressed up.”

He left the room and I shivered with anticipation. This was soooooo cool! 
I’d never had an outfit quite like this before and I marveled at the soft 
feel of it against my bare chest.  Well, I didn't want to keep them 
waiting! I quickly slipped off my panties and stepped into the sheer 
thong.  It was barely wide enough in front to cover my pussy and in back 
it was a mere string that slipped up between my butt cheeks.  Fortunately 
I had just enough hips developing to hold them up! 

I had a number of thongs but never one as meager as this one.  It barely 
felt like I even had anything on! The string felt a little odd up between 
my butt cheeks and when I looked in the mirror all I could see were the 
strings that came around my hips as once they joined, the rest was hidden 
out of site by my ass.  Heck, I may as well been bottomless for all it 
covered in the rear! The front wasn't much more generous.  The little 
triangle barely covered my pussy and if I hadn’t started trimming my 
pussy to where it was almost shaved my pubic hair would have been 
sticking out all over the place. 

With my thong in place, the next step was to slip on the negligee.  I 
dropped it over my outstretched arms above me and let it literally fall 
into place.  Once I straightened it out, I took another look in the 
mirror and instantly fell in love with the way it looked on me! The 
bottom hem barely covered the bottom of my ass and the material was so 
sheer it was like I wasn't wearing anything at all so far as covering 
anything up.  I turned and look at my backside in the mirror and loved 
what I saw.  My boobs may have been slower than I wanted in developing, 
but my ass was definitely on a different time scale.  Every guy I dated 
commented on how nice and firm my ass was and it was definitely my best 
“asset”!  Thus I loved to wear anything that showed it off – tight pants, 
short skirts, cutoffs and, well, you get the picture.

My hair was a bit of a mess so I quickly ran a brush through my hair and 
then hurried to my parent’s bedroom.  There on the bed was my mom and I 
couldn't believe my eyes – she had on the identical outfit I did!  Of 
course her boobs were a LOT bigger and her pussy was much hairier than 
mine so it fit her differently.  Regardless of all that, all I could 
think at the moment was how beautiful she was and how sexy she looked in 
that outfit! Sure, I’d seen my mom nude all my life, including a few 
outfits as revealing as this one, but there was something about being in 
the same outfit as her that made me feel different than I had before.

Next to the bed, my dad was taking pictures of her so she didn't notice 
right off the bat that I had entered the room but when my dad’s eyes 
widened as he saw me she looked to see what he was staring at and 
realized I’d entered the room.   She turned and saw me in my matching 
outfit and then gave my dad a glaring stare.  Obviously he had not told 
her about my gift! She didn't look so much mad or anything like that, 
more confused than anything else.  My dad just waved her off, laughed and 
motioned for me to get in bed next to her.

“So what do you think Mary?” he asked, “like mother like daughter?”

“Johnnnnn,” she said as I got on my knees next to her, “Just what do you 
think you’re doing?”

My dad just grinned even wider and started taking photos of us.  I have 
to admit that felt a little odd at first.  Over the years my dad had 
photographed me many times, including when I was wearing outfits he had 
bought me, but never in one even remotely as revealing as this negligee.  
Even though I was accustomed to him seeing me naked, it was always in a 
non-sexual way and I certainly had never posed for him being this close 
to being nude! 

As always, my mom handled everything.  She helped put me at ease by 
making me pose the same as she did.   Once she had us both on all fours 
and told me to wiggle my butt.  The sight of his wife and daughter 
showing off our butts in front of him made my dad laugh and soon we were 
all giggling and laughing together.  I couldn't help but notice that my 
dad had quite the erection by now which gave me a feeling that our little 
photo shoot was going to be ending pretty soon.  Sure enough, my mom 
couldn't keep her eyes off of my dad’s cock as it pushed its way out of 
his pants and soon she whispered in my ear, “Don’t you have to get ready 
for Greg dear?”

Even though I may have been half her age, I could take the hint! I kissed 
her on the cheek and hopped off the bed.  I didn't need to be told to 
close the door on my way out.   Although I loved my parents and it was 
good to know that after all these years they could still behave like 
horny teenagers together, sometimes it was annoying when they got horny 
and left me behind to fend for myself.

Feeling a little left out, I returned to my bedroom and took off the 
negligee, carefully folding it and placing it in the box it had come in.  
I laid back on my bed, naked once again, and if I listened closely I 
could just make out the sounds of my parents making love through the wall 
between our bedrooms.  Hearing my mother moaning made me think about Greg 
and how I was going to be moaning later on myself when his cock was deep 
inside of me.  Mmmmmmm, from the wetness between my legs I realized that 
I was even hornier than I’d thought!

My hands began to play with my boobs as I closed my eyes and remembered 
the first time he fucked me.  It was back during Christmas break and he 
had stopped by to take me out to a movie.  My mom had answered the door 
and teased him a little about taking me out.  Then she told him that 
since I wasn't ready yet that he should go on up to my bedroom where he 
found me sitting at my desk wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a smile, 
putting on my makeup.  Seeing me this way, he looked a bit surprised but 
if he’d known me better he would’ve realized that the situation was even 
more unusual since typically I don’t bother with the robe! Well, little 
did he know that my mom and I had planned this all out before he had 
arrived.

Laying back on my bed, I squeezed my boobs harder as I remembered about 
how we kissed and the way it felt as he groped and fondled me, his hands 
exploring me and reaching under the robe.   My hands wandered over my 
stomach and down between my legs, repeating the motions that he’d made 
that day.  Goosebumps appeared and I shivered when my finger barely 
touched my enlarged clit as I imagined it was Greg’s finger once again, 
reaching down my slipper pussy clit until he could push it inside of me.  
I pushed my finger inside my wet pussy and gasped as my hand pressed 
against my clit at the same time.

We certainly didn't waste any time that day getting into my bed.  At 
first he was a little shy about leaving my bedroom door open but I 
insisted and once we started fucking he soon forgot all about it.  
Between my fingers playing with my pussy, my other hand pinching my 
nipple, the sounds of my mom crying out in the room next door, and 
finally the memory of how Greg’s stiff cock had felt that first time he 
pushed it into me, I was soon on the verge of cumming.  I pushed a second 
finger into me and immediately was rewarded by a flood of memories of how 
it felt to have his big cock drilling its way deeper and deeper up inside 
my tight pussy.  It felt like he was splitting me open and stuffing me 
with his cock as he pushed himself even deeper into me.  

As I started to cum, I thought about Greg fucking me in my bed, pumping 
his hard dick in and out of me like a pile driver and then quickly 
cumming. My pussy was on fire and my entire body broke out into goose 
bumps as I recalled the warm sensation of his cum bursting from his cock 
deep inside of my pussy.  I moaned loudly and lifted my hips high off the 
bed as I pressed up against his imaginary cock, trying to get him even 
deeper into me as he released one load after another of his sperm into 
me.  I will never forget looking over his shoulder and seeing my mom with 
her head poked around the door, smiling at me and giving me a thumbs up! 

Greg collapsed on top of me with his cock still imbedded in me and never 
noticed the big grin I returned back to my mom.  As I did back then, I 
just laid still in my bed, the afterglow of my orgasm running from head 
to toe. The only thing missing now was the burning feeling of his 
throbbing cock while it was still in me and yet again it made me think of 
our upcoming date tonight. Mmmmmmm, I hoped he was as horny for me as I 
was for him! Knowing Greg, I was sure that wasn't going to be a problem!

I washed up in the bathroom and sat down at my desk to fix my makeup.  My 
hair was a bit of a wreck, to say the least, and although I seem to be 
always complaining about it being so straight, it was times like this 
where it proved to be helpful in that with just a few quick strokes of my 
hairbrush and it was back to its usual straight, down just past my 
shoulders, completely unglamorous look.  With a few quick shakes, I 
dusted a little baby powder over my boobs and pussy.  For whatever 
reason, I’ve found that guys seem to like Johnson’s Baby Powder more than 
my most expensive perfume.  I don't know, maybe it makes them think I’m 
even younger than I am.  To be honest, it wasn’t something I figured out 
on my own but rather a helpful hint from my mom and Aunt Linda.

My mom and I had gone out shopping earlier and she bought me this 
beautiful dark blue strapless dress for me to wear tonight.  I loved it 
because it had enough support in the bust to make me look like I had 
boobs twice their real size!  Like a sexy glove, it clung to my body as 
if it was painted on over my torso and from there it billowed out into a 
long skirt that would have touched the floor if not for the four inch 
matching heels I’d be wearing. The dress was designed such that I didn't 
need a separate bra as much out of necessity as anything being how low 
cut it was.  The skirt was loose around my ass, enough that nobody would 
be able to tell that I wasn't wearing any panties either. 

As I twirled around in front of my mirror, making the skirt fill out and 
flow, the silky material rubbed against my bare ass and it just felt 
soooooo good. It wasn't a slutty dress, at least not like several I owned 
that were so short they barely qualified as dresses.  Instead, it had an 
elegance about it that I was hoping would make Greg see me as being much 
older than fifteen, even if I was just a couple of weeks away from my 
sweet sixteen birthday.

It was getting close to the time that Greg was to pick me up so I grabbed 
my matching little black purse and walked past by parent’s bedroom 
towards the stairs.  Pausing in the hallway, I could hear them still 
going at it and a wry smile came to my face.  You had to hand it to them, 
they were twice my age but could still go at it all night like two horny 
teenagers!  Actually, hearing them getting it on made me feel good.  So 
many of my friend’s parents were divorced or didn't get along and I felt 
extremely fortunate that my parents seemed to be more in love with each 
other now than ever.   I heard my mother’s intense moans through the thin 
door and decided not to tell them goodbye but rather leave them to their 
lovemaking.

Walking down the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder how what they were 
doing compared to what I did with my boyfriends.  In a way it was little 
strange to me that my parents were so open in so many ways around me in 
terms of nudity, masturbation and such; but yet when it came to actual 
intercourse they seemed to be careful to keep a level of separation 
between them and me.  While my parents had both seen me with boys in my 
room (although the boys don’t know that!) but yet I had never seen them 
together that way.

I had touched my dad’s dick once years ago when I was eight after my mom 
had caught me watching him masturbate from the hallway.  Although he came 
as I touched him it was only to show me what how a man reacted and not 
anything sexual per sé between us.  Since then I’d never touched him 
there nor had he ever in my life touched me in a sexual way.  I briefly 
remembered about how my mom and I had posed for him earlier and a smile 
came to my face as I recalled how hard he’d gotten.  At first I had a 
strange idea that maybe it was me that was turning him on but as it 
turned out, it was really my mom that was catching his eye.  Whenever I 
saw him this sexually excited, it always ended up the same way – me 
leaving them so he could fuck my mom.

Of course I’d heard of fathers and daughters having sexual relationships 
but it was obvious to me at the time that my dad wasn't interested in me 
that way.  I was proud that he thought I was sexy and pretty but it never 
crossed my mind it might be anything more than that.  I just loved being 
his little girl!


Chapter 2 – Dinner and The Incline
==================================

My thoughts were interrupted when Greg pulled into the driveway and I 
stood there waiting for him at the door.  What the heck, I was dressed up 
like a lady so why not have him treat me like one and walk me to his car 
from the door!  Greg was dressed nicely in a handsome suit that looked 
like it was brand new and he looked really sharp.  He opened the door for 
me and then closed it as I got into the car and we were off.  I looked 
back and couldn't help but smile as I wondered how long it would be 
before my parents realized I had gone.  Well, for their sake I hoped it 
wouldn’t be for a while yet!

Greg drove me to dinner at a fancy restaurant overlooking the city.  We 
parked and then rode The Incline up the steep hill from the parking lot 
to Mt.  Washington.  Several other couples were in the cab with us and it 
was a quick ride to the top.  From there it was a short chilly walk to 
the restaurant but fortunately I was wearing a warm jacket that helped.  
Once inside the host looked at us a bit quizzically and once he seated us 
I realized why.  We were by far the youngest couple in the place and 
probably half the age of the next youngest.  Looking at the menu I 
realized why.  My God, the prices were exorbitant! I sucked in my breath 
and Greg must have noticed.

“Don’t worry Kelly,” he assured me holding my hand across the table, “I 
wanted tonight to be special and you’re worth it.”

Well, it was indeed a wonderful dinner.  The whole thing took close to 
three hours and we had a great view of the city at night looking through 
the full length windows that lined the outside of the restaurant. Greg 
was a perfect gentleman throughout and the waiter even treated us like 
adults and not a couple of teenage interlopers crashing the fancy 
restaurant. Although we didn't have any wine, which undoubtedly helped to 
keep the tab low, I stole a peek at the bill afterwards and saw it was 
close to $100! Well, this certainly qualified as the most expensive 
dinner anyone had ever bought me.

We headed back to The Incline Back and this time there were no other 
passengers on board.  Having ridden it many times, I knew the trip only 
took a few minutes but why waste such an opportunity? As soon as we got 
in the car I slid close to him in the seat and put my hand on his crotch.  
This was actually the first time all night anything sexual had come up 
between us so I figured he had to be horny as hell waiting for me.

I looked Greg in the eyes and he smiled back at me which was all I 
needed.  I quickly unzipped his pants and reached in for his cock which 
was already starting to stiffen.  The car lurched and we started down the 
hill as the cable slowly lowered us.  I leaned over and took his cock in 
my mouth and started sucking it, nothing fancy as we didn't have a lot of 
time, just a simple up and down motion as my mouth pulled on his cock and 
my tongue ran all over it.  He got hard almost instantly which was 
amazing considering how big he was when he was erect. 

A thought suddenly went through my head, “Where does the blood come from 
to fill this big thing?” I only dwelled on this for a moment as I glanced 
to the side and saw the other car was about to pass us.  The Incline had 
two cars on the same cable such that as one car went up the other went 
down.  This meant they always passed right in the middle of the hill and 
it was traditional for the passengers in one car to wave to the others.   
I kept sucking Greg though and as we passed we both waved to the other 
car.  It looked like there were at least three other couples dressed like 
they were fresh from some fancy party and at first I don't think they 
could quite believe what they saw.

Suddenly I saw two of the women put their hands to their face and the 
guys were pointing at us.  It only lasted a moment though as the other 
car quickly passed by and Greg was laughing so hard it was hard to keep 
him in my mouth.  I buried my face in his crotch until I had him all the 
way in my mouth and his pubic hair filled my face and the laughing 
stopped as he gasped.

“Oh fuck Kelly, that is incredible!” he groaned, “That’s it, take it all 
in your mouth.”

I wiggled my head around his cock and I could feel him beginning to swell 
and I knew he was about to cum.  If I had a few more minutes I am sure I 
could have gotten him off but just then the car lurched and I knew we 
were at the end of the trip.  I sat up and wiped the spit from my mouth 
as he quickly put himself back in and zipped up his pants.  We were just 
in time as the doors opened and the next group of people were waiting for 
us to get out.

Greg stood up and I almost laughed out loud.  His cock was so hard it 
stuck out from pants and it had to be obvious to everyone he had one hell 
of an erection!  Two middle age couples were there and it was obvious 
from the way their eyes widened and the studiously avoided even touching 
us as we got out.  One of the women looked at me and I quickly licked my 
lips seductively.  She quickly looked away and I had to bite my tongue to 
keep from laughing at her discomfort.  I looked back as we left the 
station and I could see them all talking and looking back at us.  I could 
just imagine what they were saying.


Chapter 3 – The Hotel Room
==========================

It was freezing so we quickly crossed the bridge over the road and got 
into his car.  I really wasn't sure what was next but he headed to 
Station Square and after the brief ride pulled up to the Sheraton where 
the valet opened my door and let me out.  Greg gave him the keys and the 
valet look back at me with a bit of a question in his expression.  I was 
obviously not even eighteen and with the dress I was wearing there was 
only one reason the two of us would be spending the evening in a hotel 
room! It turned out that Greg had checked in earlier before he picked me 
up so we avoided the clerk at the desk and any questions he might have.  
Instead we went straight to the elevators and up to our floor.

We stood there holding hands as the elevator ascended.  We actually had 
not said a word to each other since pulling up to the hotel and Greg had 
not mentioned even going to one before so it was sort of surreal to be 
heading to a hotel room together.   Greg broke the silence and leaned 
over to kiss me gently.

‘I know we haven’t discussed this but I didn't think there would be a 
problem.   If you don't want to just say so and we can leave right now.”

I put my arms around him and then let one hand slip down between his legs 
where I got a handful of his balls and cock and gently squeezed them.  He 
was still a bit erect and I knew it wasn’t going to take much to push him 
over the edge.

“You know how I feel Greg,” I whispered back to him, “Don't worry, I want 
to.”

That was all we said from that moment until we got to the door of our 
room.   Despite my horniness and the sexual lust I’d been feeling for 
Greg all evening, I still felt a little tense as he put the key card in 
the door.  I’d been fucked in a lot of places by a number of guys but 
this was the first time a guy had brought me to a hotel room for the 
explicit purpose of having sex with me.  Was this how it felt to be a 
hooker? Greg wasn't paying me in cash but in a way what was the point of 
dinner really? Wasn’t that actually just his way of paying me for what he 
really wanted from me tonight, to fuck me

I was under no delusions that Greg dated me for my witty conversation or 
bubbly personality. Like every guy I’d ever dated, Greg wanted me for 
just one thing – sex.  It wasn't that I minded, what else would I expect 
from a teenage boy.   Even if I dated a guy who I didn't have sex with, I 
still knew from the looks he gave me and the bulge in his crotch that he 
wanted me.  It was different tonight for some reason, like I was making a 
transition of some sort although I wasn't quite sure even what it was.

Greg had to enter his card a couple of times before the light would turn 
green on the door and he was just about to give up when an older guy, 
looking like your typical businessman staying at yet another hotel, 
stepped out from the room opposite ours to head down the hall towards the 
elevators.  He took a good look at me and then at Greg and I could have 
sworn he winked at Greg.  Horny old bastard was probably wishing it was 
his room I was going to!

Greg finally got the door open and we slipped inside.  It wasn't anything 
special, a couple of beds, a small table, and a dresser with a TV on it.  
On top the TV was a guide for the in-room movies and a remote.  Before we 
got in any further the bathroom was right by the entrance and suddenly I 
felt this tremendous urge to pee.  I told Greg I needed to use it and 
closed the door behind me.  I didn't mind my parents watching me use the 
bathroom but I was raised with enough modesty that I didn't want my 
boyfriend to watch.  In addition, I liked sex but I wasn’t kinky and any 
thoughts of doing anything in the bathroom with a guy other than maybe 
showering together or using the sink- top was totally off limits for me.

I noticed that there was a robe hanging on the back of the door and so I 
slipped my dress up over my head and kicked off my heels.  I loved the 
way the heels made me look but God they hurt! It seemed a shame in a way 
that I wasn't able to make use of my bare ass under my dress to tease 
Greg in some way but I knew someday I would get another opportunity with 
somebody.  I sat on the toilet and felt that intense sense of relief that 
comes when your bladder is about to burst and you let lose that first 
flow of pee.  A big sigh erupted from me and I put my hand to my mouth as 
I didn't want Greg to think I was starting anything without him!

When I was finished I checked myself out in the mirror and debated the 
robe.  On one hand it would be sexy to leave wearing nothing but my heels 
but I nixed that idea.  Then I WOULD be a hooker for crying out loud! 
Instead I wrapped the robe around me.  It was huge and came down past my 
knees and completely covered me.   The terrycloth felt good though and I 
wondered if Greg would let me take it home.  One more look in the mirror 
and I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, my cheeks filling with 
air as I released it.  My hands lifted up my air and fluffed it out over 
the robe and I was as ready as I ever would be.

Stepping out into the room, at first I didn't see Greg.   As I moved in 
farther I saw he was already in bed under covers.  One look at the chair 
with his clothes draped over it and I knew there wasn't anything under 
the sheets but him! He had the TV remote on the table next to him and was 
looking through the movie guide.  Suddenly a funny thought ran through my 
head.  I had been fucked a couple of times in a movie theater and in fact 
had given my first blowjob in one.  It was almost as if tonight I was in 
a private theater with all the room and comfort I had dreamed of during 
those cramped times when we struggled to get positioned in the dark.

“Hmmmmmm, is there something on that’s more interesting than me?” I asked 
coyly.

Greg seemed nervous at first and then realized I was just teasing him.  I 
sat on the side of the bed and took the guide from him.

“Let me see,” I said as I looked it over, “Here’s a nice family film.  
What do you think?”

Greg laughed and reached up for me.  He pulled me down next to him 
although I was still in the robe and he was under the covers. He 
hesitated for a second and then seemed to gain courage.

“Do you like porn movies Kelly?” he asked.  “I always thought it would be 
cool to watch one with a girl.”

If I’d been totally honest I would’ve told him flat out that I didn't - 
which was the truth.  My dad had quite a collection and he enjoyed 
watching his share so I’d seen them before.  Although it was obvious they 
turned my dad on from the way he got himself off as he watched, they 
never seemed to have that effect on me.  My mom and I talked about it and 
she agreed with me but tried to make me understand my dad’s reaction.  In 
a way it helped me because it helped me to realize why the boys got so 
turned on when I teased them and flirted with them, even though at times 
it seemed a little silly to me.  It also helped me understand, even if I 
didn't like the answer, why men didn't seem to realize what it took to 
get me off.  Sure I could be brought to an orgasm if a guy fucked me and 
played with my clit long enough.  But for me, and my mom totally agreed 
with me on this one, a good orgasm was 90% mental and 10% physical.

Some of my best orgasms so far had not been necessarily with the hottest 
guy or the one with the best “technique”.  For me it had more to do with 
how and where we did it than how he touched me.  Naughty sex in a theater 
made me cum much harder than doing me in his bedroom with nobody home.  
Seeing two people fucking on the TV didn't do a thing for me because I 
wasn't involved.  Now if I was to watch say my best friend and her guy 
doing it, THAT would certainly be a different story because I could 
relate to them.  Simply watching a couple of whores (yes, I consider the 
guys whores as well in porn flicks) fucking in front of a camera crew on 
a set wasn't the least bit sexy so far as I was concerned.   There WAS 
one thing though that porn flicks were good for though.  I did learn a 
few good techniques watching the “pros”! 

So anyway, instead of spoiling his plans I gave him a sexy smile and 
licked my lips.  “Mmmmmmm,” I purred, “you pick one out and let’s watch 
it together.” 

Greg didn't hesitate, he had obviously figured it all out while I was in 
the bathroom and he turned on the movie.  It had just started and sure 
enough, two girls were fucking some “lucky” guy.  I wanted to laugh but I 
bit my lip instead.  The usual guy fantasy.  I liked to be alone with a 
guy to have sex.  Why would I want to share a cock with another girl? I 
guess it was sort of like porn movies, maybe someday I would just to 
please some guy just as I was watching this now to please Greg.

Greg turned out the lights in the room so the only light was from the 
flickering glow of the TV screen.  I laid next to him and his hand began 
to work its way slowly under my robe.  They reached my boobs and I felt 
him squeeze each one and play with my nipples.  A tingle ran through me 
as my nipples responded and hardened between his fingers. I was on my 
back with Greg on his side and he took his other hand and started playing 
with my hair.  God I loved that! Stroking my hair was almost better than 
playing with my boobs.  Almost mind you!

I wasn't watching the movie but rather closed my eyes and enjoyed the 
feel of his hands groping me.   I could still hear the soundtrack though 
and the moans of the girls filled the room as Greg began to explore the 
rest of my body.  I untied the robe and let it drape open.  I could see 
my nude body outlined in the dim light and Greg’s hand as he moved it 
over my stomach and down my side, over hips and then down my leg as far 
as he could reach.  His hand turned back and this time was on the inside 
of my thigh and I jumped as it tickled just a bit.   He was almost to my 
crotch when he gently massaged my inner thigh while at the same time his 
fingers worked through my hair and played along my ears and neck.   I 
felt so relaxed and comfortable.

Greg threw the covers off of himself and helped my arms out of the robe 
such that I was now completely out of it and laying on top of it on the 
bed.  He slid over towards me until I felt his warm naked body pressing 
up against mine. His cock was rock hard and pressed against my hip like a 
warm thick rod and his hips moved in a slow thrusting motion to make it 
rub up against me.  I spread my legs more for him and he took the hint, 
moving his hand upwards until he cupped my pussy in his large hand.  His 
fingers moved around my pussy as his palm pressed against my clit.  I 
moaned softly as I felt myself reacting inside, getting warmer and more 
moist with each movement of his hand.  Neither of us said a word as he 
fondled me gently.

It was so opposite to the wild scene on the screen where this guy was 
fucking a woman so hard it looked like he was going to drive himself 
right through her.  I was loving what Greg was doing though, gently 
touching me and running his fingers now through my pussy hair, twisting 
it in small circles and running it around my clit.  Then his finger began 
to press harder and work its way between my pussy lips until he found my 
hole and pushed his finger just a little inside of me.  He wet his 
fingertip and used my wetness to lubricate the rest of my pussy making 
his fingers glide over my clit and driving me straight to my first 
climax.  My hips surged upwards and I gasped as suddenly my pussy was on 
fire and my entire body felt like an electric shock had surged through 
me.

“Oh god, that’s it!” I cried out, “Don’t stop... make me cum Greg!”

I bounced my hips up and down like I was being fucked and he somehow kept 
his hand on my crotch, his finger now pushing its way inside of me while 
he worked his thumb on my exploding clit. I reached down and grabbed his 
cock, holding on to it like it was a life preserver as I drowned in my 
orgasm.  My other hand clutched my boob and I squeezed it tightly.  This 
was what I loved about sex, what I craved, what I needed.  I could barely 
breath and finally I collapsed down in the bed and just let the waves of 
pleasure course through me.  I was panting and trying to catch my breath 
as Greg pushed himself harder into my side.  I knew what he wanted and I 
wanted it too.

“Fuck me Greg,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes, “Fuck me now.”

Greg pushed me over on my side facing away from him and his hand worked 
its way between my legs from behind.   He pushed himself up against me 
until I could feel his rock hard dick pushing against my ass. I lifted my 
topmost leg and placed it over him.  He reached over me and between my 
legs to grab his cock and direct it to my pussy hole.  I could feel the 
head pressing up against me now and I wanted nothing more at that moment 
than to feel it in me, to feel Greg violate my most private place, to 
couple my body with his.  I reached down to help him and the tip of his 
cock began to split apart my pussy.

“Push it in me Greg... fuck my pussy... fuck my cunt,” I begged him.  

Greg groaned as he pressed his hips into my ass, forcing his cock to 
penetrate me.  Greg had the biggest cock of any boy I had fucked yet and 
when he entered me it was like he was splitting me apart.  I felt my 
crotch spread apart as he pushed himself slowly inside of me.  This was 
the moment I looked forward to whenever I masturbated and thought about 
being fucked – that first time he entered me, feeling him put a part of 
his body inside of mine.  It was so incredible for me to feel myself 
filling inside and realizing it was his cock that I was feeling as it 
probed my body and pushed its way even further up inside of me.  Finally 
I could feel the base of his cock up against my crotch and the feel of 
his thick pubic hair against my smooth bare ass.

“Oh fuck Kelly, you’re cunt is so god damn tight,” he groaned as he tried 
to push even harder against me.  

He started stroking himself in and out of me, slowly at first and the 
gradually building up speed.  His hand wrapped around me and cradled my 
boob as my head was down against his other outstretched arm.  The damn 
bed had a squeak somewhere in the mattress and as he started banging me 
harder it got louder and louder.  I played with my clit as I felt his hot 
breath on my neck while he fucked me.  Damn it felt so good and after 
having dreamed of it so many times today it was almost like I was in 
heaven as he was finally fucking me hard.

Greg suddenly pulled out of me and twisted me over on my stomach.  He 
lifted up on my hips and I got up on my knees, knowing what he wanted.  
His hand spread my pussy apart and once again I felt the fullness of his 
cock push its way into me from behind..  I rocked on my elbows and knees 
in time with his thrusts, helping to drive him deep into me.  Greg held 
my by the hips and pushed and pulled me as he went in and out of me, 
driving his cock until he was slapping up against my ass and then pulling 
out until his cock was barely in me.  A couple of time he overdid it and 
his cock would flop out of my pussy.  I would cry out for him to get back 
in me and he was soon back at work, screwing me with his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned.  I wanted him to cum in my pussy 
but he pulled out and grabbed my hair, yanking my head to his cock.  
“Open your mouth slut,” he demanded, “I want to cum all over your face 
you little whore.”

I gladly did as he told me although I wasn't sure if he was just talking 
dirty or if his true feelings about me were coming out in his lust.  
Being called a slut I didn't mind – I worked hard to earn that moniker 
but I wasn't any whore!  My mouth was only an inch or two from his cock 
and he was stroking himself with his hand.  I opened wide just in time as 
I watched a stream of creamy cum spew from his cock and hit my open mouth 
perfectly.  My tongue could taste the cum that pooled on it as another 
stream erupted followed by even more.  He hit me on the face and then one 
shot went on my hair.  I grabbed his cock with my mouth and was able to 
take the last couple of loads directly into my mouth, feeling his cock 
throbbing as it shot its final load down my throat.  I held onto his 
cock, sucking the last few drops from it as he put his hands behind my 
head and pulled me tight into his crotch.

“Suck it bitch,” he growled at me, “Drink my cum, swallow it like a good 
little slut.”

I could smell heavy odor of his sweaty crotch as my nose was buried in 
his pubic hair, a thick mixture of male sweat combined with my own pussy 
juices.  His cum tasted extremely salty and bitter but I loved it and 
swallowed it eagerly as I sucked on his now dwindling cock.   I glanced 
over at the TV and smiled to myself.  The girl was being sprayed with cum 
by two guys and god, what a mess they were making on her! I could feel 
Greg’s cum on my face and chin and I could only imagine the mess it was 
making of my hair.  Why guys like so much to cum on a girl’s face is 
beyond me.  I figure it must be a domination thing or something like that 
but since they obviously loved it so much I just reconciled myself to 
putting up with the mess.

Honestly, I much prefer to feel a guy cumming in my pussy or at least IN 
my mouth but most guys still want to see it ON me.  Maybe it also has 
something to do with being afraid of getting me pregnant even though I 
had been on the pill since I was fourteen.  I hate condoms, they are so 
unfair to the girl.  The guy gets to do everything he would have done 
anyway but the girl doesn't get to feel his cum as it shoots from him.  
For crying out loud, what’s the point of letting a guy cum with his cock 
inside of you if you can’t feel it when he dumps his load in you? I know, 
guys also complain that condoms diminishes their enjoyment but I figure 
it can’t be all that bad since they cum anyway.  With all the talk about 
condoms, I have yet to hear anybody express and concern about the girl 
who is robbed of that wonderful feeling deep inside if her when a load of 
warm cum is being released in her.

Greg dropped to the bed on his back and spread his arms out to his side.  
He let out a loud groan saying, “Damn the was incredible Kelly.  God 
you’re SUCH a good fuck!”

I ended up using the sheet to wipe my face off after which I snuggled up 
to the side of him, half on him and half off with my upper leg draped 
over his such that my pussy was pressed up against his side.  My upper 
boob rested on his chest while the other was squeezed between us as I 
laid my head on the top of his chest and just held on to him, feeling the 
warm afterglow I always got after a good fuck.  He had one arm under me 
and his hand cupped my buttocks, squeezing my ass softly as he pulled me 
up tight against him.  His other hand played with my hair against and I 
felt a tingle down my spine as he pulled softly on it.

My pussy was throbbing like a beating heart and to be honest, I found 
myself wishing he would fuck me again.  Unfortunately, from the look of 
his now flaccid cock, it didn't appear like that was going to happen 
anytime again soon.  I held onto his soft cock with my hand as we just 
stayed together that what, neither of us saying a word but just relishing 
the feeling of being next to each other in this intimate way.

I could have easily fallen asleep this way but I had no desire to spend 
the night with him.  Sure, I loved to be fucked by Greg but I didn't want 
him to get any ideas that it was anything more than that.  For goodness 
sakes, we hadn't even kissed the whole time we were in bed tonight! It 
was just good old sex between us and as for me, I was more than happy 
with just that. Feeling the urge to go potty, I got up out of bed and 
went to the bathroom.

As I passed the mirror I took a peek and saw that my face was flushed 
beet red and my hair was an absolute wreck! I took a comb and tried to 
get his cum out of my hair before it dried any more.  From bitter past 
experience, I knew that nothing was harder to get out of your hair than 
dried cum.  The stuff seemed to be bullet proof and water repellent! 
Eventually I gave up and washed out the comb and then washed the 
remaining cum from my face.  Returning back to the bed, I noted that Greg 
hadn’t budged and inch and if anything, I could hear the hint of a 
snore!.

“Hey horny boy, get up and take me home!” I called out to him, shaking 
his shoulders to wake him.

Greg just grunted so I went over and shook him.  He finally sat up and 
reluctantly began to get dressed.  I started back to the bathroom to get 
my dress when I looked at the TV again.  Two girls were going at it now 
and so I paused to watch them for a moment.  It was interesting as I had 
never been with another girl and the only pussy I had ever tasted was my 
own.  I’d masturbated with a number of my friends over the years but we 
never touched each other.   Watching the two on the screen I wondered for 
a moment what it would be like to kiss another girl and lick her warm 
pussy? Boys tasted different and their cum especially varied a lot in 
taste and texture.  How much different would another girl taste compared 
to my pussy? I shrugged my shoulders and went to get my dress. I pulled 
it over me and straightened it out.  My heels were as uncomfortable as 
ever and I was ready to go.

Greg hadn't bothered putting his tie back on and he still looked a bit 
disheveled but at least he was up and ready to go.  We left the room and 
headed for the lobby.  Waiting for the valet to get his car, I felt like 
every guy around us was looking at me as if they knew exactly what Greg 
and I had been doing.  Instead of feeling embarrassed though I found 
myself getting turned on by it.  I liked knowing that every last one of 
them was probably jealous as hell of Greg and that if I would let them, 
each and every one of them would fuck me in a heartbeat.  It was almost 
scary to have that much power over men!

Our car finally arrived though and Greg drove me home in about fifteen 
minutes.   I sat next to him on the way and he drove silently with his 
arm around me, gripping my upper arm with his strong hand.  Once back in 
our driveway, like a gentleman he walked me to the door where he kissed 
me goodnight.

“You were absolutely fantastic tonight Kelly,” he said as he held my 
hands.  “You’re definitely the sexiest girl I’ve ever known.”

I felt my cheeks warm as I blushed involuntarily at the compliment.  
“Thank you Greg, for a wonderful evening.  You know, you’re not too bad 
yourself.”

We both just grinned and then he slowly turned back to go to his car as I 
went inside.  My mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee and so I went 
back to see her.

“Hey girl, pretty late aren’t you?” she said but it was with a smile.  
“Have a good time?”

I grinned and said in reply, “Oh yeah, we had a great evening.”

“Well, it must have been pretty wild,” she said.  I looked at her with a 
quizzical look and she started to laugh softly at me.  “Kelly, you really 
do need to clean up better before you come home.  God, how did you get so 
much cum in your hair?”

I put my hand to my head and she laughed harder.  “Got ya! Well, it must 
have been pretty wild if you were worried about that so c’mon and sit 
down girl, tell your horny mom all about it – and I want all the details 
girl!”

I sat down with my mom and we talked for the next half hour, just mother 
and daughter.  My mom loved to hear about my dates and I think sometimes 
she lived a bit vicariously through me since more than once I know she 
went to her room and masturbated afterwards.  Although I suspected she 
hadn't told me everything, from what she did confess to it sounded like 
she had some pretty wild teenage years and I hoped someday to find out 
more about them.

I was exhausted though so finally I begged her to let me get to bed.  I 
stripped off my dress and plopped into bed, pulling the covers over me to 
keep my naked body warm.  My hand found its way to my pussy and I feel 
asleep holding myself, dreaming of Greg’s cock in me.  This was 
definitely my best Valentine’s Day ever!

THE END