Clarice relives her first time and is shocked to discover a secret, but she would find a way to get something out of it
Clarice’s aftermath of her first time
I was in a happy mood for a few days. My mom got suspicious with me, and my dad was just happy to see me happy. Mom did not really asked questions but she knew something was up.
Even though l was on the pill, l did not get pregnant as my period hit when it was supposed to. Although l was confident, it was still a relief.
Knowing perfectly well that me and Jack could never be in a relationship, he was constantly on my mind. I couldn’t wait to go sleep over at his place again, but it did not seem like it would happen soon. I kept replaying the evening in my head. I had so many orgasms at home, and even at school, because of this.
As strange as it can be, l started to notice that l was being noticed. Some guys started to see me, and some teachers-personnel too.
At the end of the week, the sexual cravings were less intense. Jack wasn’t ALWAYS on my mind and l could think about something else.
Sara knew about me having sex. I never told her with whom, but l think she figured it out by herself. I recapped the whole evening and next morning to her. She was jealous, but in a good way. She wished she lived that with older guys. I told her she just need to find the right one. She said she will “look around”.
We were slowly coming at the end of September when l decided to stay home instead of going to school. I had a headache and l needed to lie down. My parents wouldn’t know since they leave to work before l go to school, and coms back way after l am back home.
So l was really surprised and scared when l heard the front door open upstairs, and some walking happening above my head. I hid in the blankets. I could hear voices and words. It was my mother, at the house, at lunch time. But the man talking was NOT my father. After a while, l realized it was Bob!!!
Bob and my mom?!?
My mother told him that it was okay that no one was home (if she only knew...), and that they had to be quick if they wanted to go back to work after their lunch break. I could hear the footsteps upstairs going into the main bedroom.
I did not know what to think at this point. I was hoping this was not a hook up, but l am afraid l will be disappointed.
Shoes hit the ground upstairs. Then you could hear clothes hit the ground, with a sharp sound which might be a belt buckle. Then they climbed the bed. And then l could hear it going back and forth.
I became really angry. I was thinking of my father. Then l was angry because l could hear my mother moan and scream, which is not a sound l want to hear, nor an image l want to have. Then, for some reason, l was angry that Bob was not doing ME instead of her! This went on for about 10 minutes and then it stopped. No sound for a few minutes. Then movement. I think they are done?
Five minutes later there was walking in the house, and then the front door opened and closed. And then nothing...
I waited for at least 15 minutes just to be sure no one was here. And l haven’t heard a thing. So l got up.
What just happened? What will happen is now another question... l was having a mixture of anger, disappointment, sadness, and evil thoughts.
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A few weeks went by since the day l decided to stay home. My parents were preparing to go away to one of those couples retreat for a weekend. I came back from school. No babysitting this weekend. But since l was by myself, l was planning some fun time with just me.
Tonight, later in the evening, l will put some adult films (l manage to find a way to record the rentals with our two VHS recorders), oil myself up, and fuck myself with a nice english cucumber. I need good orgasms. When the time came, l was spread out on my couch, movie playing, veggie in me, other hand on the clit. I was stroking the cucumber in me. I was looking at my vagina being stretched out. At some point l lied on my side and stuck my hair brush handle up my ass at the same time. I came so freaking hard! I think l am getting the hang of strong orgasms since l felt those with Jack. After a while, l was exhausted from the self-sex. I stopped the movie, watched a little tv, and then went to sleep a little later. I really really need some sex!
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Clarice’s Saturday morning
I woke up on Saturday morning and got dressed. I love it when l can just wear underwear, be barefoot, and a sweatshirt on top.
I was making breakfast and enjoying the time by myself. Food was good and l was happy. My plan for today is do a little homework, catch a film or something, maybe even go biking. But mostly rest.
I realize that l am now masturbating daily. When l wake up (if l am not in a hurry), and sometimes in the evening. I look at guys obviously, but l fantasize men more. I love it when men look at me and you can see the desire in their faces. I like it also that l am sexy for them. I am turned on by men, and l like the idea of being their little play toy, and that they can get sexual satisfaction by using me.
I am torn with my emotions. I shouldn’t think like that. But why do l?
I ate breakfast and sat on my couch downstairs. I was watching cartoons (it is Saturday morning after all), and l am still young at heart. It was about 9:30am when the doorbell rang. I was weirded out because who would show up at the door this early?
I go upstairs and peak and see it’s Bob. I slightly open the door.
“Hey Clarice, is your dad or mom home?”
“No they are away for the weekend.”, l replied.
“Aww geez, l forgot! Huh... do you mind? I lended my electric saw to your dad, but l really need it for this weekend. I’ll bring it back, but l would need to borrow it.”
“Oh sure! No problem!”, and l invited him in without realizing what l did. I start walking towards the stairs that lead to the basement, and he follows me. On my way there, it hits me that my legs are completely exposed. As l turn the corner, l peeked into the mirror and saw that he was looking at me. I smiled. We went downstairs and l opened the light to where my dad keeps his tools. He found what he was looking for. After closing the light, l invited him to sit on the couch so we could catch up.
I sat on one corner of the couch, sort of spread out, legs definitely apart. He sat facing me. We chatted for a while when he complimented in how l looked.
“You’re not lying to me, are you?”, on which he told me he was telling the truth. “Too bad we are not playing truth or dare for me to be certain...” He laughed.
“Truth or dare, Bob...”, he was surprised. After a while, he decided to say truth. “Do you find me attractive?”
“Wow, you start strong! Yes. Yes you are very attractive. Now my turn...”, l said truth. “Are you still a virgin?”
“No l am not but l cannot tell you who. I made a promise.” He was shocked, and looked at me surprised for a good minute. After catching his emotions, he goes for truth.
“Did you ever cheated on your wife?”, he was shocked, and even hesitated to answer. “... yes, okay? You can think bad of me now,” Honestly, that did not changed my perception on him. “Are you thinking of sex right now?” was his next question.
“I always think about sex!” and l giggled. Truth was his next choice. “How many time did you fuck my mom?”
He was taken aback. “How... what...”, l explained to him that l was homesick that day and heard them. He told me truthfully that was the only time and he was very very sorry.
“Dare.”, l cut him off. “Dare me!” He then proceed to look at me, paused for a moment, and then said “Spread your panties aside so l can see your little pussy.” So l lift up my sweatshirt slightly, slowly grabbed the elastic on one side, and pulled it to the other. He looked and stared. Then l covered it up again.
“Wow, l never thought you’d do it.”, he said a little surprised.
“You like what you saw?”, l asked.
“Yeah, it’s very nice.” He went to truth. I guess he is not a darer. I had to think for a while...
“What was your biggest age gap for sex?” I was truly curious about this one.
He thought about it for a while and answered “l don’t know...” Then he started explaining that when he travels door to door (he’s a salesman), he went into this house with this lady that lived with his daughter. He was talking to the lady to try to get her to buy insurance. Her daughter was in the living room with a friend. Later in the day, he realized he forgot his glasses somewhere and was pretty sure it was at that place. He went back to ring the bell and the daughter invited him in. They had a quick sexual session in the kitchen. He never knew her age. She is probably a late teen, early twenties, but he was never sure. So about a gap of 20 years.
When l said truth, he went a little more personal. “What was your biggest age gap?” Now l had to be smart and not say the age because he will put two-and-two together. So l actually lied, but not that far. “About 20 years...” which is about five years short from Jack.
“Wow Clarice! You surprise me more and more this morning...” and then finally he dared me. I was very quick to answer...
“I want to see it!” Bob became hesitant for some reason. “I want to see it!!! I am daring you!!!” I really wanted to see it and l will finally get the chance.
So he unbuckled his pants and pull everything down to knee level, and pulled his shirt up.
And there it was, in all glory. Not as thick as Jack, but slightly slimmer and definitely longer. It looks good.
“Okay you’ve seen it. Now let me...”
“NO!!!” I screamed. And l jumped up from the couch and went much closer to him, and put my hand on his pants, preventing him from pulling them back up. “I want to see it more!”
He sort of let go of his pants and let them at knee level. He pulled his shirt back up again, and l could clearly see it now. I decided to grab it quickly at the base and was giving this man a handjob.
He was shocked and surprised. But after a second or two, he relaxed and enjoyed me. I was stroking him harder and quicker.
“Clarice! What is taking over you? I never thought...” and then he started moaning more. “This feels good. Go on...”, he added. So l did.
Then l felt his hand on my back, caressing it with my sweater on. His hand glided to my hip, and then my leg. Then it went back up and caressed my ass on the way up, only to end up on my bare back, under my sweatshirt. I put my head on his chest while l was still working on him. He started lifting up my shirt to which l stopped, got up, and removed it. I was only in my underwear now, and went back where l was. One hand was now holding my hair while the other one was on my back. I could feel the hand on my head sort of discretely trying to push it down, while l saw his hips go a little more upwards.
I knew what he wanted. I let the tip of it land on my lips. So l kissed it. He reacted instantly. I slightly opened my mouth and slide it in between my lips. His reaction was loud. I decided to go harder and deeper. He was telling me how terrific it was. Hearing him say that towards me, towards what l am doing, wanted me to do more to him.
“Oh that feels so good...” was his words.
I put my head more straight and peaked at him. His eyes were closed and he was just enjoying the moment. I removed my mouth off of it and continue stroking it. I could see the tip expanded to probably the most it could be. It feels like it’s going to explode.
Then he slightly opened his eyes and looked down. Then a face of total shock came over him. Like he just realized that it was ME playing with him.
“Clarice! What are we doing? We should stop...”
“Shut up...”, l said and brought my head down on his shaft once more.
He was moaning so much louder now. I kept going down on him aggressively. I cannot believe l have Bob’s dick in my mouth!
“I’m gonna cum...”, he was saying it like he was trying to hold himself back...
Then he sat up straight on the couch, and l pulled off by the surprise shift of position. He took himself in his hand and was stroking it. I did not know what to do, so l just stayed there. He was grunting louder and pointing it more straight towards my naked chest. As he stroke himself hard, he almost screamed and then came over my chest. He just kept putting his juices on me! Then he collapsed on the couch and just looked at me.
“I cannot believe this happened...”, he managed to say between breaths.
I was sitting on the couch again, facing him, with his cum slowly coming down my chest. And l will admit, l couldn’t believe this happened also. But l am so glad it just did. I went close to him. Put my head on his chest and was softly stroking his penis, or what’s left of his erection.
He went over the usual guilt of what just happened, and l had to reassure him. We promised not to tell anyone, blah blah blah. Then he looked at me (l was looking at him) and told me l was good. Not like good for my age, just plain good. I asked him if l could put it in my mouth again, to which he complied.
So l put the soft member between my lips again, and it actually felt... confortable. I went really slow so l could enjoy every bits of Bob in my mouth. I went deep until it started to get hard again.
“Fuck! I can’t believe this!”, he said after he was getting a second erection. So here l was, blowing him again, while looking at his eyes with my big eyes. He looked down in me, and his dick was rock hard once again.
He manage to say out “... you are... such a... wild... girl...” and as he said that, he exploded in my mouth. I was a little surprised. I did not get any warning, but l took the load. I had no idea what to do after. Bob was still cumming in my mouth, and he sounded like he was getting murdered.
“... stop... stop...” he manage to say. So l stopped. I had no idea what to do with the load in my mouth. I know l did not want to swallow it. So l let it drip out of my mouth and let it go down my chin. The load was slowly joining the first one on my chest that was starting to dry up. I was covered in cum.
“My goodness... you are so hot!!! I never got blown like this!!! I think this is the best blow job l ever had!!!” Wow, what a compliment! I was smiling like crazy!
I found tissue papers to wipe off the jizz off my chin. I sat back on the couch. He just looked at me with this gentle loving smile. My heart sort of skipped a beat. After what was almost a minute of awkward silence, he just said tenderly “thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”, l replied back. We didn’t have sex, but l was truly happy with what just happened. Although l look like a total mess, and will definitely need a shower later, l am very happy on how this Saturday morning turned out.
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Bob left a few hours ago. I took my shower already. I kept having these images of me sucking Bob’s cock, TWICE!!! I kept grinning at what just happened.
Now l have to figure out a way for me and him to sleep together.