I Can't Believe He Was My First! (Kari's Lessons) Read online

  I Can’t Believe He Was My First!

  Kari’s Lessons #3

  A Kari’s Lessons Erotic Short by Cassandra Zara & Lucinda Lane

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  Copyright 2013 Cassandra Zara & Lucinda Lane

  Please note: All titles in the Kari’s Lessons series feature explicit sexual acts between fictional characters who are consenting adults aged eighteen years of age or older. These titles are intended for a mature adult audience.

  - X -

  "Come on. Your dad won't find out," I heard Jenny say over the phone.

  I bit my lip. "I don't know, Jenny," I said. "Are you sure these guys even like us?"

  "Well, there's only one way to find out. Besides, they're college guys, and you know how I like older men," she said.

  I laughed. Me too, I thought to myself, though I could never tell Jenny about the relationship that I had with my Daddy- I mean my stepfather, Max.

  "What if they're expecting us to do what we did in the video? What if they think we're a couple of lesbians?" I asked.

  I heard Jenny scoff a little, though I thought that she probably would love to experiment a little bit, to fool around with me. "So we give them a little show, then each break off with an individual guy. Really, it's not a big deal."

  I sighed. "I don't know..."

  "Look, I can't go there myself. A cute little girl, fed drinks by two guys. You know how these frat guys are, I'll be lucky if I make it back in one piece. Besides, we talked about me being there for you for your first time," Jenny said.

  I sighed again. We had talked about when Jenny had lost her virginity this year, and she had pressured me to just get it over with so I could enjoy sex. Every time I went out with a guy, though, I just thought of him...

  "I'll do it," I said suddenly. "I'll go with you to the party. Where are we meeting?"

  I could practically hear her beaming over the phone. "Great! I'll wait for you at the grocery store parking lot at 9 pm. Don't be late and don't be caught by your dad!"

  I glanced over at the clock. 7:07 PM. "I'll be there."

  - X -

  I looked in the mirror. It would be a warm evening tonight and I knew I should dress appropriately. The short black skirt I chose could almost be considered classy, if not for the slit running up the thigh. I loved how from behind it made my ass look like a million bucks, and from the front it made my legs look ballerina long. I wore my white push up bra underneath a silver tank top, hoping to make my small breasts looked larger than they were. The low cut of the shirt accented the pleasant plump mounds the bra held up. I liked my breasts, they were perky and tight, but they just weren't very large. At least with this shirt and bra, I could give the illusion that there was more than just a mouthful.

  I left my hair loose in soft waves around my shoulders, but put a couple of hair bands around my wrist in case I decided to put it up later. The reflection in my mirror told me that I looked hot. There was no way any male would be able to resist me if I put on some charm in this outfit. Max would have a fit if he saw me. I threw my lipstick and mascara in my purse in case I needed a touch up later and set my shoes, a pair of killer heels, by the door.

  At the last moment, I opened the box I had in my closet that I had been keeping for a special occasion. It said medium-sized on the box, but I hoped the guy I got with tonight was big. I laughed at myself as I threw a condom in my purse. Better to have one and not need it...

  The wooden floor outside my bedroom squeaked softly, telling me that someone was right outside my door. Since Mom was at a conference this week, I knew it had to be Max, my step-dad. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about him outside my door. I felt hot and cold at the same time. Hot because the idea of him in my bedroom, in my bed, was enough to make me need a cold shower. Cold because if he caught me dressed like this, he would be furious.

  The idea of him furious further intrigued me. Max had spanked me for being impertinent and naughty. I had never been more turned on in my life than when he turned me over his knee and made me orgasm until I couldn't see straight. As part of that experience, I was to call him Daddy and treat him with more respect.

  After a video had been taken of me making out with Jenny, then getting topless in a pool, he had gone even further. He had shaved my pussy, then forced me to give him head. After that, he had given me head, and I had the biggest orgasm of my life.

  He had gotten stuck in my mind after that, and no matter what I did, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about him. Everything I saw made me want him that much more. Every bone in my body ached to have him teach me how to be more respectful. Just thinking about what he could teach my body, what he had already taught my body, was turning me on. If I wasn't careful, I would need to change my underwear before I could even leave the house. I hoped those college boys could satisfy the ache growing in my belly, because, so far, the only one able to do that had been Max.

  I knew that if tonight was the night I lost my virginity, I'd be thinking of my Daddy.

  A soft knock on the door startled me. I glanced at my watch, still on target to meet Jenny if I timed it right.

  "Kari? You going to bed?" Max's voice called through the door. My heart sped up. If he caught me dressed like this, there would be hell to pay. I wasn't sure if the thought scared me or excited me.

  "Yeah, I'm in bed," I answered, hopping into my bed and pulling the covers up over my shoulders. I hit the light on the nightstand off, the room going just dark enough to keep my makeup from appearing out of place, as the door knob turned and Max walked in.

  "You feeling okay, sweetie?" Max asked, concern in his voice. "It's only a little after eight and you're already in bed."

  "I'm fine, Daddy. Just a little tired tonight. I just need a little sleep," I said, sounding a little nervous even to my own ears. It wasn't really lying. I was tired; tired of being a virgin. A little bit of sleeping, or sleeping around, would cure that. Still, my stomach twisted, knowing that he would be upset if he found out, regardless of my words.

  "All right then. Well, you get some rest. I might head to bed early myself tonight." Max smiled in the gray light before he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His lips were hot on mine, and I flashed back to when he had shaved my pussy then put those same hot lips against it. I almost blabbed my whole plan to him right then, but I kept my tongue still in my mouth.

  "Thanks, Daddy. Have a good night."

  "You too, Kari." He smiled gently, then walked back to the hallway and closed the door lightly behind him.

  I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. If he had caught me... My body shivered in delight. I almost wished he had.

  I crawled out of bed, put some pillows where I had been laying and covered them back up with the blanket. My imitation at a sleeping form looked believable, so I picked up my shoes and opened the door to peek out. The hallway was quiet, but I could hear the TV on in my parent's bedroom. The light flickered under the door, and I gave a small smile. I would be out the front door and on my way before the show even ended.

  I tiptoed down the hall, avoiding the creaky floorboards with ease. I practically floated down the stairs, not even making a whisper of a sound. I could see the front door. If I could get through that, I would be home free.

  My fingers brushed the cool metal doorknob, when the main overhead light flashed to life. The room went from gray evening light to warm yellow in a split second.

  "Going somewhere?" The disappointment was evident in Max's voice. My hand dropped to my side, and I guiltily turned around.

  "Um, yeah, I was going to go meet Jenny." The words
sounded lame in my head, especially since I had just told him I was going to go to bed. Max stepped slowly down the stairs, pausing at each one as he looked at his lying daughter.

  "Not wearing that you aren't," he said quietly as he reached the last step. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and gym shorts and I couldn't help but check out his body. I bit my lip as he kept his slow pace toward me. With every step he took, my heart pounded harder. "Why is it that five minutes ago, you were tucked into bed, but all of a sudden you've decided to go meet up with Jenny?"

  I didn't know what to say, I just looked down. When he got to me, he grabbed my purse without hesitation.

  "Hey!" I cried out as he opened it up and stuck his hand in. I couldn't believe it when he started rifling through my belongings, as if my privacy meant nothing to him. I shouldn't have been surprised, though. I knew that my privacy didn't mean anything to him, actually. He already knew my ass cheeks and my pubic hair intimately, what was looking through my purse to him?

  He pulled out my mascara, then took another look at my face. "Makeup to see Jenny?" he asked sarcastically. I kept silent. He snickered when he found the lipstick, tossing it on the ground. I remained quiet.

  He froze. I knew what it was that he found. He dropped my purse entirely, his hand on only one object. As it clattered to the ground, coins clattering all over the phone, I had never been more embarrassed.

  He was holding a square, yellow wrapper.

  "I'm sure you'll need this when you go see Jenny," he said.

  "Max, I can explain..." I started.

  "Oh, so now it's back to Max. I can see now that you haven't learned a thing from our lessons," he said. "Do you know how I caught you on the way out?"

  I had no idea, so I shook my head. Max grabbed me by the hair and began to lead me up the stairs. I tried to struggle away from him, but he walked up the stairs toward my room. As we entered, he flipped on the light and let go of my hair.

  I looked on the bed. It looked nothing like a sleeping body in the light. "You're a terrible liar, Kari, and you can't even make a proper body in a bed. I watched you sneak past my room. Now you're going to start telling the truth."

  I withered under his piercing gaze. "Ok, Max."

  "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked.

  I knew what he wanted, and I could already feel the want growing in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, Daddy."

  "Much better. Now, how many guys have you let run through you?" Max asked.

  My mouth dropped. "None."

  Max laughed. "None. That's a joke. I've seen how you act. Remember the video? You have no problem drinking, making out with others, and jumping in a pool naked."

  I shook my head. "I'm serious, I'm a virgin." I couldn't believe I was telling this to my stepfather, but there had to be some way to convince him. I walked over to my closet, where the box of condoms was. I grabbed the box and handed it to him.

  "Check it, it's a box of ten and there should be nine left in it," I said.

  "Oh, so you've already worked your way through an entire box and are working at your second?" he asked accusingly.

  I groaned. "Max-"

  He grabbed my hair again and pulled. "Don't you 'Max' me," he said through gritted teeth.

  "You're hurting me, Daddy," I said. I just wanted this conversation to be over so I could go to bed.

  He let go of me, then looked at me up and down. In my short black skirt and silver top, I knew I was a sight to behold. I loved the way he was looking at me right now.

  "You know that men wouldn't be able to resist you in that outfit, don't you?" he asked.

  "Yes, Daddy," I responded.

  He licked his lips. He obviously loved being called Daddy. "Then how am I supposed to believe that you're a virgin when you're dressed like that?"

  I bit my lip. "I dressed this way because I didn't want to be a virgin anymore," I blurted out.

  Max's eyes seemed to bug out a little bit at that. He was still holding the condom in his hand. "And you honestly think that the young punk that you were going to meet tonight was going to use this?"

  I looked back down. I hoped he would. I wasn't on birth control.

  Max grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. His rough hands against my chin were enough to get my juices flowing again.

  "Take off your clothes," he said, looking at me in the eyes. I almost smiled. If he expected to shave me again, he'd find that I'd already taken care of myself. I backed away from him, pulling the tight top off of my body. I quickly undid my bra, my growing breasts falling free after being pushed up for the past few minutes.

  I unzipped the side of the skirt that didn't have the slit in it, and it fell right down. I pulled my shoes and socks off, then stood there in the cute white panties I had picked out for the evening.

  "All of them," he said, his voice commanding.

  "I already shaved myself," I said.

  He seemed to laugh to himself, then turned his gaze back to me, glowering. For a moment I saw a flash of anger, then he said, "Either take them off, or I'll take them off."

  I thought about him pulling them off my body, slowly and sensually, and I did crack a smile. I crossed my arms and cocked my hips. This would be a dream come true for me.

  In a moment, he crossed the distance between us. He placed his strong hand on my chest and another on my back, practically lifting me off my feet as he threw me to my bed. In a moment, I felt his strong hands move from around me down to my nether regions. I felt him fumble around for a moment, then heard a sharp tearing sound as the delicate fabric of my panties was rendered in two.

  I gasped. Fear rushed through my body. This was not as pleasant as I had hoped it would be. "Max, no!" I cried.

  "It's been too long since I disciplined you, Kari. You've forgotten to respect me, your mother, this house. Now, you've lied to me and told me that you're still a virgin." Max seemed like he was seeing red.

  I just wanted him to go back to the gentle touches of the other day when he shaved me. My bare pussy was there in front of him, the tatters of my panties completely cleared out of the way. "Daddy, stop! I am a virgin!" I begged.

  "We'll see about that," he said. His thumb went to my clit, touching me immediately. I moaned as pleasure shot through my pussy, too intense for my young body to take. "You moan like you're not a virgin," he said.

  "Please, Daddy," I begged. I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point.

  He pulled his thumb away. Suddenly, his pointer finger was rubbing at my entrance, spreading me open. It felt a little uncomfortable, but my heart was pounding in my chest at just the promise of sexual contact with Max.

  He started going deeper and deeper with his finger. "I have to make sure you've been a good girl, Kari. Have you been a good girl?"

  My hands went to my nipples and touched them as he continued to spread me open. "Yes, Daddy."

  "We'll see," he said as he went deeper. Suddenly, he brushed up against something. I hissed in pain and pulled away a little bit. He slowly pushed his finger in, placing his finger against whatever had resisted him before. It hurt, and I looked up at him with fear in my eyes.

  "So you have been a good girl," he said.

  I nodded quickly, tears welling in my eyes a little bit. I wanted him so badly, but this felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.

  "You're so wet, Kari," he said as he pulled his finger out of me. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. "You must really want to lose your virginity."

  I bit my lip and nodded slowly. His eyes looked my eighteen year old body up and down, hungrily eying the willing girl in front of him. I was so nervous that I began to sweat a little bit.

  I watched him pull his shirt off, the muscles underneath taut and strong. He pulled his pants off, his eyes remaining on me the whole time. When he was completely naked, there was a long moment of us looking at each other. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes...

  "Relax, Kari, I'm not going in yet," he said. He reached fo
r my hair, pulling me up to a sitting position as I whined. "You need to get me wet first," he said, his cock right in my face. I opened up and he wasted no time sliding his cock down my throat. I gagged immediately, pushing him back away from me.

  "Is this what you wanted those boys to do?" he asked, then pushed himself right back into my mouth. I sucked as I tried to hold him back, his cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust. I gagged on every thrust, finally pushing him back up.

  "Oh, you're so pretty," he said. I could feel the tears in my eyes and I knew that my makeup was running. He went over to my bureau and picked up my hand mirror. "You're so fucking pretty. Bet you'd like a video of you acting like a whore now," he said.

  I looked in the mirror. It was a horror show. There were dark rings around my eyes where my mascara ran, along with a trail that ran down both sides of my cheeks. My lipstick was smeared all over my face already. I didn't have too much longer to look at myself as Max snatched the mirror away from me and slammed his cock back in my mouth.

  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and it was dripping wet. He began to slap it against my face, stinging me with every slap. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked. "Is this how you wanted those boys to use your body?"

  I had to admit that I was getting turned on. When I didn't answer right away, he knew. "Yeah, you are a little whore. Do you want Daddy to treat you like a whore?"

  Again, I didn't answer. The fire in the pit of my stomach burned even more fiercely than before. I just meekly looked up at him.

  "Do you?" he asked, the fire in his eyes.

  "Yes..." I said.

  "Yes what?"

  "Yes... Daddy," I answer. "Yes, I want you to treat me like a whore, Daddy." This was so degrading, but I'd do anything to get that cock in my pussy at this point.

  He smiled. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed his cock back in. I sucked eagerly, wanting to get him as wet as possible. I tried to spit on it extra, to take it deeper in my throat, but I ended up just spitting it back out.