Chapter 3: In My bedroom With Steve

With the family room in the basement and my bedroom on the second floor it was a bit of a climb but I would have scaled Mount Everest at that moment if it meant getting fucked by Steve. Once in my bedroom I immediately hopped up on my bed and laid out flat with my head on the pillow and arms to my side. Steve started to close the door but I raised my hand to stop him.

“Leave it partly open,” I told him.

“But what if your parents come up here?”

“The stairs squeak something horrible so it’s better to leave the door open so we’ll hear them coming. Better to do that than have them surprise us, don’t you think?”

It wasn’t like I could tell him one of the conditions my parents had made in return for allowing me to bring him home was my door couldn’t be closed. They claimed it was for my own protection so in case anything happened they would hear me. Given they were in the basement family room I frankly didn’t think it mattered whether my door was open or closed but it that’s all it took to get them to agree then I’d quickly accepted their terms.

Steve’s eyes squinted as he pondered my rationalization. It took less than ten seconds and then he shrugged his shoulders, apparently accepting my logic even as twisted and illogical as it may have been. Seeing his young girlfriend laying there waiting for him, ready to give herself totally to him, probably didn’t hurt when it came to helping him forget about the door.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my clothes off?” I teased him, rolling back and forth from side to side on my bed. Of course I could have just stripped but I liked it when he undressed me. Even so, if he didn’t get his butt in gear I was going to rip my own clothes clothes off!

Steve took a final look at the door which he had left open a couple of inches before turning back to me. One thing I loved about Steve, he was always as horny as any sixteen year-old boy could be and once his little head started to do the thinking the big one lost all control. Right now he would do most anything to fuck me and I knew it, even if it meant risking my parents catching us.

Steve FINALLY came to my bedside and reached down to undo the zipper on my jeans. Whenever we started doing it I found it interesting to see where he wanted to start with me and unzipping my jeans was always a good sign. My boobs weren’t exactly the most developed but my pussy and ass were light years ahead so it wasn’t surprising he usually wanted to get to my pants first. After undoing the zipper I raised my hips up to make it easier for him to pull my tight jeans down and off my hips, then over my legs until he tossed them to the floor. Knowing what I’d planned for the evening I hadn’t bothered with panties, not that I wore them much anyways, so my fuzzy brown pussy was now exposed for him to view and his eyes fixated on it as they always did.

“Do you like my little pussy Steve?” I asked him in my best imitation of a little shy girl.

The answer was obvious so without waiting for his response I put my hand down to it and ran my fingers through the short fuzzy pubic hair barely covering it. It wasn’t even long enough to poke through my fingers, certainly nothing compared to the thick thatch of black curly hair that covered my mom’s, but I knew it would grow more soon. Heck, some of my friends were already shaving theirs but for now I’d waited too long for it to come in so I was happy to keep it. I ran a finger down between my moist pussy lips and toyed with my tight pussy hole, then ran it back up again to my stiffening clit.

“I love to play with my pussy while you watch,” I murmured, “Do you like to watch me touch myself Steve?”

Of course he did but I still loved to hear him tell me so. Having him watch me was hot but listening to him tell me how much I was turning him on made it so much better!

“You look so fucking hot when you do that,” he said softly, as if he didn’t want to speak too loud or I might stop or something. Fat chance of THAT happening!

“Show me how it turns you on,” I demanded, “I want to see your cock.”

Steve’s eyes didn’t leave my hand as I worked it over my clit and pussy but his own hands were unbuckling his belt and then undoing his jeans no sooner than the words left my mouth. We’d been dating long enough that he knew what I really wanted. His pants dropped to his ankles but he just left them there as his underwear soon followed and his hard dick protruded out from below his sweatshirt. I loved it when he got hard like he was now. A guy could say anything he wanted and who knew if he as telling the truth, but when he looked at you and his dick grew the way Steve’s was now, there was no doubt what he was thinking!

“Stroke your dick Steve,” I said, “Show me how I turn you on ... show me what you do at night in bed when you think of me.”

He started to stroke his dick with his right hand and my mouth went dry as I imagined my mouth on it instead of his hand. THAT would come soon, I had no doubt whatsoever, but in the meantime I loved seeing him jerking off for me. Usually it took a lot more coaxing to get how to stroke himself in front of me so I knew he must be REALLY horny. All the better...

I took a moment to pull off my own sweatshirt, leaving myself nude on my bed in front of him. “Do you like my body Steve?” I whispered to him as I cupped one of my small breasts in my hand while I went back to my pussy with the other.

Steve just nodded, his hand really going to town now on his dick. The way he was going, I wondered how long he was going to hold out!

“Tell me Steve, do you like looking at my fourteen year-old body?” I teased him. I knew I didn’t have the figure that girls older than me had. Heck, I didn’t have the figure most of the girls MY age had. There was one thing different though in that mine was fully exposed to him and he knew he could do almost anything he wanted with it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, perhaps as much from his jerking off as anything else.

“You want me, don’t you Steve? Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Oh god yes ... I want you Kelly!”

“Show me how much you want me, make yourself cum for me.”

“Almost there,” he said, panting from his exertions. He hadn’t moved from the spot he started at, his pants still around his ankles as his hand stroked his stiffened dick even faster.

“Cum in my mouth ... I want you to cum in my mouth,” I quickly told him, anxious not to waste one drop of his precious cum. From experience I knew there was plenty more tonight where this was about to come from so why not get started off on the right foot?

Steve shuffled over to my head and I turned to face him. I opened my mouth just in time as he groaned and put his cock up against my tongue. No sooner did I feel it touch when he started shooting warm sperm all over my tongue and lips. More loads quickly followed it, most of them going in my mouth and pooling in my cheek. A little bit dripped from my mouth and went down the side of my face. For whatever reason one of his shots totally missed my mouth and went into my hair on the side of my head and cheek. When he finished I reached out and grabbed his dick, pulling it into my mouth and sucking the last drops of cum dribbling from it. He shuddered as my tongue played over his sensitive cock head.

“Oh god Kelly ... that feels so good,” he gasped.

My hand released him and I let his cock drop from my mouth so I could swallow his cum. It was harder when laying down so I sat up to make it easier to gulp the gooey mixture down without choking. Steve’s was the only cum I’d ever tasted and although at first I wasn’t too sure about it, over time I’d grown to love the flavor of him manhood and couldn’t wait for my next helping.

“Mmmmmmm, you taste SO good,” I purred with a grin on my face.

The top sheet served as a washcloth to wipe off his cum from my face and chin. It didn’t matter if it got messy - my mom washed my sheets every couple of days anyway as I tended to be messy when I masturbated and so she insisted on cleaning the sheets regularly.

Steve’s cock didn’t even waver after he’d cum, remaining hard as a rock, ready for more action. Oh yeah, you gotta love sixteen year-old boys!

“Well, are you finally ready to fuck me?” I teased him as I stretched back on my bed with my legs spread wide apart. Oh I felt like such a blatant slut whenever exposing myself shamelessly to him like this. All the while I couldn’t keep my eyes off his hard dick as I could only imagine the nasty thoughts that must be running through his head about now as he looked down at his fourteen year-old girlfriend, baring herself and offering herself to him like some whore he’d picked up on the streets of downtown Pittsburgh. Only there was one BIG difference - I didn’t charge, well at least not for money. No, me fee was that he fucked me as often as I wanted it ñ which was pretty much every day.

“You better believe it!” Steve laughed as he took off his shoes and socks so he could get his jeans off finally before he killed himself tripping over them. His sweatshirt quickly joined the pile of clothes on the floor and there was my handsome boyfriend standing nude next to my bed. Mmmmmmm, I loved looking at his sexy naked body and my pussy tingled again as I thought of how badly he wanted me judging from the stiffness of his dick that was sticking up in the air out from his crotch. It amazed me how men could carry all that between their legs and still walk!

“But aren’t you afraid my parents might catch us?” I asked naughtily. Of course I knew the REAL answer to that question but was more interested in getting his reaction. Sure enough, for a moment he looked over his shoulder back to the door and I could see the flicker of indecision in his eyes.

“Ummmmm ... are you SURE I shouldn’t shut the door all the way?”

I spun so my legs draped over the side of my bed and my head was against the side rail by the wall of my daybed. Grabbing the rail with both hands behind my bed for support, I lifted my legs up and over me, spreading them wide to give him a perfect view of my pussy and asshole. I almost laughed as I realized it was like a scene straight from one of my dad’s porn movies.

“Just quit worrying about my parents and pay attention to me,” I pouted, wiggling my bare bottom naughtily at him and grinning. “Besides, I’ve got something waiting for you.”

When a sixteen year-old boy is standing naked in front of a fourteen year-old girl spread out nude on front of him, her legs back like a stripper giving a front-row view of her crotch, was it any surprise he suddenly seemed to forget all about her parents? Steve moved up to the edge of my bed and leaned forward such that my naked ass and thighs were pressed against him. He took my legs by the ankles and pushed them back further, letting his dick drag over my wet pussy that was craving him so badly. His hips moved in and out as he rubbed his cock against the outside of my pussy, wetting it and letting the hard shaft glide over my clit.

“God that feels so good Steve,” I moaned, pressing myself along his shaft as he rubbed against me.

He continued to tease me, sliding the smooth head of his erect dick up and down my wet slit, taunting me by starting to press into me and then pulling back just as I thought he was about to enter me. How he managed to find the willpower to not push into me was beyond me. All I knew was I wanted in me more and more with every stroke.

“Put it in me ... Oh my god Steve I want to be fucked ... I NEED you to fuck me ... Oh fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad!”

If my parents hadn’t been two stories down they would’ve surely heard me as in my uncontrolled lust I couldn’t keep the level of my voice down any lower. It wasn’t like I was exactly shouting but my voice can be loud and firm at times, reflecting the sexual tension in me that was building up literally by the second as his hard dick continued to tease the exterior of my wet pussy.

“That’s it ... beg for it you dirty slut,” he teased me, “Now it’s your turn to tell ME how much you want it ... C’mon, tell me how bad your naughty pussy wants my big dick.”

It was all part of the game we’d grown to play the more we did it. At first we just fucked for the sake of fucking. There was nothing very emotional or exotic; we just stripped down and he pushed it in me and we both came as quickly as possible. It was as if at first if we were afraid that if we didn’t do it fast then maybe something would happen to make us stop. Over the past few months I’d found that the more he fucked me the more I learned to appreciate the emotional side of sex. Each time he did me it became more emotional and less just about the physical pleasure. Finally I understood why my mom claimed that “good” sex was at least 80% emotions and 20% or less physical manipulation. I grew to love the teasing, the taunting, the dirty talk, the name calling. As much as Steve wanted to hear me beg for him to fuck me, in reality I loved telling him even more. I loved it when he called me a dirty slut or a sexy bitch. It made me feel like naughty girl in a wonderful, sexy way.

“God I want you in me ... fuck me Steve ... please!!!! ... put your hard dick inside of me ... I want you to fuck me and then cum inside of me,” I pleaded, going on and on as he continued rubbing his hard shaft over me, now and then letting his head push against my waiting pussy hole, taunting me and then pulling back away again just as I thought he was about to push it in me.

Each time I was sure he was going to give in and put it in me and each time he pulled back I felt an increasing sense of urgency and absolute NEED to have him in me, no less than I needed to breath.

Fortunately for me now, maybe when he got older Steve would be able to hold out longer but not at this age. His horny dick was taking complete control of him and there was only so long it could rub against me without demanding to be shoved inside of me. As I twisted and turned, my body screaming for his dick, I noticed a slight movement outside my door. Oh my God, someone was watching! The door was barely open so I couldn’t see who it was there weren’t many options. It had to be either my mom or dad and judging from the height odds were heavily in favor of it being my father. Damn, how had he managed to sneak up without hitting one of the squeaking boards? It was an accomplishment I’d never achieved in all the years I’d tried sneaking upstairs without notifying my parents!

I turned my head back quickly as I didn’t want Steve to wonder what I was looking at. It was enough for me to know my dad was watching without actually seeing him. Wow, what was he thinking seeing his fourteen year-old daughter nude on her back, begging her teen boyfriend to fuck her like some nasty whore in heat? It was like a scene straight out of one of his “teen amateur” porn movies that he loved to watch except in this case I was the underage teen and not just some whore of a porn actress pretending to be one. Was he getting excited watching us?

On the one hand I couldn’t imagine my own father getting a hard-on watching his own daughter being fucked but then again, as I was so often reminded by him AND my mom, he WAS a guy and guys can get turned on no matter who it is. IF he was getting an erection I was sure it wasn’t because his DAUGHTER was being fucked but rather it was the image of a fourteen year-old slut being fucked right in front of him. Who could blame him for jerking off under the circumstances? I had little doubt he was knowing how he reacted to seeing it on TV.

Now that my dad was watching I wanted Steve to fuck me all the more - if that was even possible. Gawd, it was such a turn-on for me knowing Steve had no idea he was about to fuck me right in front of my own father! It was one thing a few weeks ago for us to find out his mom was watching us but for some reason it just seemed more erotic to me for a dad to see his daughter being fucked than for a mom to watch her son fucking a girl. Maybe it was the fact I always thought of myself as a “daddy’s girl”, safe in his arms and secure when he was with me. As much as he’d heard about the things Steve and I had done, for him to finally see with his own eyes the sexual side of his only daughter was incredibly erotic, at least for me.

Steve finally had his dick positioned at the entrance to my hungry pussy and without any more teasing he thrust his strong hips forward, driving himself inside me just enough for the tip of his dick to spread me apart but not quite enough to fully penetrate me.