Rules of Etiquette

Rules of Dating Etiquette for Young Ladies

She looked at the words on the computer screen, considered a moment and then deleted “young.”  She shifted in her seat and savored the lingering sensations of recent sex in her body.  Even hours after its violation by a man’s cock, her vagina was still sensitive.  Since it had been her first time that was to be expected.  The fact that she was barely a month past her thirteenth birthday had nothing to do with it.  She was sufficiently developed down there to accommodate a well-appointed man.  And she had.

She tried a few word art presentations for her title and selected a floral face that she thought was very feminine.  It went well with a border she found.

This was going to be a little tribute for her mother.  Mom was the most important person in her life by a far.  She had patiently coached her daughter on all she thought she needed to know about men and dating.  Now that the young girl was on the brink of launching her own dating career she wanted to distil all her mother had imparted to her in a few concise rules of dating wisdom.

1.  The purpose of dating is to have sex.  Whatever else may happen on a date, it should include sex.  When a lady accepts a date with a gentleman, she is agreeing to have sex with him.  Unless the gentleman’s behavior causes the lady to decide that she finds the prospect of sex with him loathsome, she should always follow through with her commitment to have sex.

She regarded her composition skeptically.  Too wordy.  Upon consideration, she deleted the second and third sentences.  The last sentence probably needs work, too, but later.  How about the numbering?  This isn’t the Ten Commandments.  Better without the numbers.

She realigned her naked body in the chair, drawing a leg up under her.  The moisture of her cunt dampened her calf.  She regarded this observation with satisfaction.  The fluids from her and her partner had long since drained or dried.  This was a fresh crop of fluid stimulated by contemplating the subject of her labors.  Her hand stole down between her legs to check the situation out.  Oh, yeah.  She started to tease her clit but then stopped and put her hand back on the keyboard.  Need to keep going.

Birth control is a lady’s responsibility.  She should not require her gentleman to use a condom or anything else that interferes with sensation.

Good enough.

The sex act should result in the gentleman’s semen being deposited in the lady’s body.  It is impolite for a lady to prevent receiving his emission.

She was definitely getting excited.  Her water bottle was nearby.  She took a pull on it with an unsteady hand.  Gotta keep from getting distracted.  Nevertheless her thoughts drifted away.

It had been her mother’s suggestion.  Jess, her mother’s partner of the moment was staying over.  He was younger and a bit less inhibited than her other beaus.  That was saying something, given the edgy sex life her mother led.  She and her daughter had discussed the idea of her daughter’s giving up her virginity as soon as the opportunity presented itself.  The sticking point was the partner – the cock donor, as her mother put it.

The thirteen year old had male friends her age but they seemed too immature to be considered attractive partners.  Also, she hadn’t had any indication that any of them had had sex, although the interest was definitely there.

Jess was coming over to spend the night in advance of their taking off for a poolside swap party the following day.  Mom said she’d discuss the proposition with him.  No promises.  After all , there was the little problem of statutory rape.  Twenty years in the cooler, anyone?  The politicians didn’t make it easy for a virgin to hook up with an experienced, penis-wielding stud.  Couldn’t you sign a release?

I, the undersigned, party of the first part (herein after named “the fuckee”), being of sound mind and horny disposition, do absolve, dispose and abjure any claim against the aforementioned stud, party of the second part (“the fucker”) who has been engaged to part the party of the first part from her hymen …Hmm.

Anyway, Mom spent the night with Jess and her daughter was left to wonder what would come to pass.  In the morning, Mom came in to her bedroom.  It had been a restless night for her daughter.

“Honey,” she smiled excitedly.  “Jess said ‘yes’.”

“You mean …” her daughter was reluctant to finish the question, lest she be disappointed.

“He’s going to fuck you,” her mother stated.  She was still smiling and she was excited.

An explosion of excitement went off somewhere in the girl’s abdomen and then radiated through her body.

“Oh, my God.”  She had to get ready.  She must look a sight.  She …

Her mother pushed her back into bed. 

“Sweetie, just relax.  This is going to be fun.  You’re young.  This is your first time.  Nothing is expected of you.  Just let Jess do his job and you experience it.”

With nothing to do, her daughter started wondering, where, what …

Her mother took the hint.

“I’m having Jess shower.  I think he should clean all of me off him before he takes you.  He’ll be in in a few minutes.”

She looked at her daughter intently.

“Are you going to be alright?  Any second thoughts?  You don’t have to do this now.”

“I want to, Mom.  I want to now.”  She sounded more resolute than she felt.

She came back to the present.  Next …

A lady should dress for a date to emphasize her femininity and her sexiness.  Skirts are to be preferred over shorts or slacks.  Under no circumstances should a lady wear underwear.

Okay.

A lady should encourage her date to arrive early.  She should greet him at the door in the nude.  She should involve him with dressing her.

She remembered how her mother artfully drew her dates into sex-play.  She offered them a choice of outfits and then engaged them in helping her dress.  Once she remembered her mother aroused her date so much at this stage that he threw her on the bed and fucked her before the date.  Her mother handled that in stride, patiently rising afterward, dressing and going out to dinner.  That beau didn’t get a return engagement.

On a first date, the lady should engage the gentleman in conversation about his sexual preferences.

Jess performed that office for their “date.”

He came in from the bathroom.  Mom was naked as usual.  She rose and looked him in the eye and then leaned forward and kissed him.  She left the room without looking back at her daughter.

The young girl lay stiffly on the bed looking up at him.  Her covers had been drawn back, revealing that fact that she slept in the nude.  She and her mother maintained a nude culture at home.  He was familiar with that and she was familiar with the sight of his naked body.  Nevertheless, this was new.  This time she was the target of his sexual interest.  That bobbing cock was meant for her.

He sat down on the bed and smiled.

“Hey, Sweet’ums.” 

Jess had called her this innumerable times before.  He had the most impossibly blue eyes and the most roughish smile.  Not a mean or cruel smile, just kind of mischievous in an adult way.

She typed furiously.

On a first date, the lady should not presume on the gentleman’s preference.  She should allow the gentleman to take the lead in choosing the position and method of coitus”

A lady should use the word ‘fuck’ only as a noun or a verb, never as a modifier.

“Tell me what you want,” Jess said gently.

She drew a shaky breath.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Mmm, I don’t know if you really do.”

She gathered herself and looked him in the eye.

“Jess, I want you to fuck me.  I want you to be my first.  I want you to take my body and stick your cock in it.  I want you to shoot your cum in my cunt.”

Jess’s face changed.  His friendly smile tightened and his eyes glinted.  Her statement got him where he lived.

“Okay, then.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her.  Then he put his mouth on hers.  She hesitated and then opened her mouth.  He moved his lips lightly over hers and then deployed the tip of his tongue just past her teeth.  It touched the tip of her tongue, giving her a little jolt of excitement.  However apprehensive she was, her body was definitely eager for what lay ahead.

“I’m going to be so sweet to you,” he murmured into her mouth.  “You’re going to remember this forever and when you do, you’ll feel wonderful all over again.”

With that she felt herself melt.  She surrendered to him.  She was completely open to him physically, mentally and emotionally. 

Her hands were unsteady on the keyboard.

A lady should do whatever is necessary to arouse her gentleman.  Foreplay should include sucking his penis whenever possible.

Jess had begun to kiss his way down her neck.  She raised her hands from where they had lain on either side of her and lightly grasped his head.  His hair was still wet from the shower.  She worked her fingers into it.

His kisses trailed down to her breast.  His lips teasingly circled her nipple.  She waited tensely for his lips to engulf it.  When he demurred, she arched her back and tried to steer his head to it.  He finally acquiesced.   His lips and tongue played with her nipple, causing sensations that caused her to gasp.

He moved briefly to the other breast before resuming his oral exploration of her body.

As he traveled down past her navel, she gradually relinquished her grasp on his head.  He shifted position as well, touching her with his hands for the first time.  He put his hands on her hips as he shifted from his sitting position to lying next to her.

When his lips encountered her mons, he removed one of his hands from her hip and moved it between her legs.  With a combination of gentle stroking and pressure on her inner thigh, he encouraged her to open her legs wider.

His kisses became licks as he moved over her sparse bush and then encountered her clit.  The first touch caused her to buck involuntarily.

He rose momentarily to place his body between her legs. Without coaxing, she drew her knees up to lay splayed on the bed.

His head went down to her crotch again.  She watched him through half-opened eyes.  She noted that she was breathing through her mouth in a ragged rhythm.  Her body tingled with excitement – maybe more like vibrated with excitement.

His tongue resumed its ministrations.  Bolts of pleasure shot through her body.  She writhed and groaned as she reached for his head.  She drew her legs around him, trying to encourage and enhance the sensations.

His arms were under her thighs, gripping her waist and drawing her cunt into his face.  His tongue was in a frenzy of activity.  She repeated arched her back and thrashed with her legs as her excitement mounted.  No stranger to the orgasm that crowned the typical act of masturbation, she recognized where this was going and wanted to hurry it to its conclusion.

The explosion came suddenly.  As she soared with her orgasm she was unmindful of the fact that she had buried her fingers in his hair and was now tugging on it vigorously.  At the same time her legs had taken his head in a vice-like squeeze.

A lady should never distain tasting any body fluids produced during sex either by herself or her partner

It took her three passes to get a typo-free version of that last rule.  Reliving the moment was affecting her breathing and eyesight as well as her motor skills.

As she came down from her orgasm and relaxed the grip of her legs and fingers, Jess stirred between her legs.  As he raised himself and his face came into her field of view, she realized what she had been doing to him.  She wanted to say she was sorry and ask if she had hurt him, but all she managed was a breathy “Jeeze …”

He crawled up her length until his face was above hers.  He was wearing a slight, knowing smile.  He lowered his face to kiss her and she smelled her essence on his lips.  Her first impulse was to draw back but she’d been brought up better that that.  She opened her mouth to accept his and tasted herself.

 A lady should always be an active participant in the fucking process.  She should vigorously match the gentlemen’s thrusts from first to last.

She became aware of his penis lying on her abdomen as they kissed.  She reached between them and grasped it.  Its rigidity was surprising.  It was as though it were made from stone and only covered with a sheath of warm, pulsing flesh.

He broke the kiss, looked at her face for a moment and then scooted his hindquarters back until the head of his penis was once more near her crotch.

He paused and looked at her expectantly, as if to ask her if she knew what to do next.  She did.

She guided the head of his cock between to lips of her vulva.  He responded by pressing forward.  The pressure opened her.  She repositioned her legs to offer less resistance but kept a firm grip on his shaft.

He pressed again and she felt herself yielding to him.  Then he drew back a bit.  A pause and then he pushed forward more insistently.  She felt him entering her more deeply.  There was too little of his shaft outside her to hold onto, so she released him and put both her hands on his waist.

He pulled back again and then thrust strongly into her.  She felt a twinge on pain as he propelled himself nearly all the way.  She realized that he had just ended her virginity.  That, combined with the fact that the pain was already subsiding, pleased her immensely.  The last of her apprehension melted away.  She was ready to enjoy the rest of the coupling.

He drew back one more time and then slid smoothly all the way into her.  He paused and looked into her face again.

She remembered seeing her mother in this situation and knew what to do.  She raised her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks.  She placed her hands on his ribs.

She wanted to tell him that she was ready to be fucked, but couldn’t manage to form any words between her ragged breaths.  Fortunately, he seemed to get the message.

His thrusts were long and slow.  She had no difficulty tightening and loosening the trap formed by her legs to draw him strongly into her and then let him retreat.  She was amazed at the feeling of fullness his presence inside her caused.

Her excitement was building again.  Was she going to manage another climax so soon?

His thrusting became more rapid and more insistent.  She matched him in both speed and vigor.  His cock grazed her clit with each stroke, sending her into another upward spiral of ecstasy. 

Her climax came during his furious thrusting.  Clamping her legs around him as the spasms racked her body forced him deep inside her and arrested his thrusts.  As soon as she started to relax, however, he resumed his rapid strokes.  She tried to gather herself to respond but he climaxed before she could manage.

He drove deep into her and bucked repeatedly as he emptied himself into her.  He collapsed on top of her, gasping.  She wrapped her arms around him and tightened her leg lock as he spent himself.

A lady should always encourage the gentleman to keep his penis inside her after his orgasm until he has softened to the extent that he can no longer remain in her.

She stared through half-closed eyes at the computer screen as her fingers worked her cunt.  She brought herself to a climax as she remembered.

When their breathing had slowed, she relaxed her grip on him but kept her legs loosely around him.  He raised himself on his arms and looked her in the face.  He just gazed at her for a moment and then smiled.

“So, what do you think of fucking?  Think you’ll want to do it again?”

She felt a languid smile spread over her face.

“That was amazing.  I don’t think I want to do anything but fuck from now on.  No sleeping, no eating, just fucking.”

“You’ll be a mighty sore young lady.”

She started and turned toward the voice.  Her mother was in the bedroom doorway with a video camera pointed at her.  Apparently, she had recorded the whole proceedings. 

“How do you feel?  Your pussy, I mean.”  Her naked mother kept recording, talking to her daughter through the monitor screen.

The girl took inventory.

“I guess it still hurts a little,” she volunteered.

“Try working your pussy muscles,” he mother suggested.

She remembered that her mother encouraged her to exercise those muscles.  She said they came in handy because men liked a woman who could work her cunt during sex.  She tried pulsing her muscles.

Jess’s face told her that he appreciated her efforts.  His cock confirmed it.  She could feel him regrowing inside her.  The feeling intrigued her.  She felt empowered despite the fact that she was lying pinned underneath a much stronger man who was invading her body.  She could return him to full fucking capability and compel him to pleasure her again.  She was in charge of the situation.

As expected, Jess began to stroke in and out of her again.  He seemed mesmerized, moving like an automaton.

She tightened her legs and sought to strengthen his thrusts.  It was almost as though they were oblivious to each other as each individually sought their own climax.

Those climaxes were not achieved easily.  Having both spent themselves recently, their bodies were reluctant to ascend the orgasmic spiral.

At length, Jess, sweating and breathless, stopped and gasped, “Turn over.  Get on your hands and knees.”

As he said that he withdrew from her, broke her leg lock and reared up on his knees.

She obediently rolled over and assumed the position.

“Down on your elbows, honey,” her mother advised. “It will be better that way.”  She was still recording.

Jess grasped her buttocks as he maneuvered his cock to her labia again. 

“Spread your legs a little more,” he coached.  She complied and he slid into her in one move.

A lady should always thank the gentleman for fucking her.  This should be pointedly separate from her thanking him for a lovely time.

Jess took up thrusting in a rapid rhythm.  She couldn’t help him from this position.  All she could mange was to attempt to move her buttocks in small circles to aim the friction of his cock to the more sensitive points of her vagina.

He finally pushed forward into her to deposit his seed.  That accomplished, he slumped exhausted over her.  She let her knees slide out from under her and felt his weight come to rest on top of her.  His rapidly softening cock remained in her for the moment.

She turned her head to the side.  “Thank you for the fuck, Jess,” she murmured.  “It was wonderful.”

If a lady brings the gentleman to her place for sex, she should always follow her thanks with an invitation to the gentleman to spend the night.  If she has accepted the gentleman’s invitation to fuck at his place, she should not presume that she is invited to spend the night, but should offer to leave as soon as practical.

Jess rolled off her onto his side.  She raised herself on her elbows, looked sidelong at Jess and then at her mother who was still recording.  She smiled at the camera.

“You’re a very well fucked young lady,” her mother observed.  “That’s very impressive for a first time.”

“Actually,” Jess interjected, “she was very impressive for any time.”

After sex, the lady should avoid dressing.  She should remain nude until she and the gentleman have parted company.

She remained naked as she had waited while her mother and Jess got ready to go to their affair.  After receiving her mother’s usual instructions about being careful while she was home alone, they exchanged a kiss.  Only then did she turn to Jess.  Despite their earlier intimacy, he seemed uncertain about how to proceed with their good-bye.  She dispatched his ambivalence by slipping her arms around his neck and pressing her body up against him.  The kiss she initiated turned out to be long and deep.  Their tongues were able to explore each other’s mouths thoroughly before her mother theatrically cleared her throat to suggest that they break it off.

As she stepped back, she passed her hand down the front of Jess’s shorts.  She smiled up at him when her hand confirmed the return of his hard state.  She was gratified to note that Jess looked a little distracted.  “Dazed” may have been more accurate.

She mother smiled conspiratorially over her shoulder at her as she followed Jess out the door.  There was definite approval in that smile.

A lady should send a thank you note to the gentleman as soon as possible after the date.  She should explicitly state her thanks for the fucking she received.

The etiquette project had not been her first of the day.  Soon after her mother and Jess had left, she composed and sent an e-card to Jess.  It had taken a while to get just right.  It thanked him for the sex, reviewing the acts they performed together in lurid detail.  By the time she sent it, it represented a solid hour’s work.

She scrolled back over her work, polishing and refining. 

There, that should do it.  She looked up from the screen and stretched.  She was going to be alone in the house for a good long time.  What to do with all that time?  She thought of Web, the boy her age who lived nearby.  She’d been nursing a low-level crush on him for months.  Maybe it was time to see if he wanted to come over and play.

She smiled as she closed the file.  Being good at dating was going to require some practice.  Maybe Web would be the right guy to practice on.