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