Dear Diary August.

Today was my sixteenth birthday, and my parents had a wonderful sweet sixteen party for me. My cake had my name on it spelled in glitter "Rachel". I love my birthday but always hate it because it is before the new school year and I do not like school. 

Dear Diary August.

My mom had a bird and bees’ conversation with me the day before school. It was all I could do from laughing.

I asked her when she bloomed, as I am flat as a pancake.

Dear Diary March.

Halfway through the school year, and I hate it. The boys all treat me like shit. All the other girls have boobs. If I had a dick and balls, I would be a boy.

Dear Diary June.

It is just a week away from school ending, and I have the slightest hint of boobs. I wore this T-shirt, and you could see my nipples. I hope the summer makes them grow.

Dear Diary July.

It's the fourth of July, the best one ever. I have boobs. I had to buy new bras and bikinis.

Some guy even looked at them. 

Dear Diary. September.

A new school year. I have boobs, and I am seventeen.

Dear Diary December.

The best day of my life happened today, right before Christmas. A guy named Paul asked me out on a date. My parents said yes to my date. But my mother warned me I needed to be a good girl and save myself for marriage. 

Dear Diary December.

I had my date with Paul, and it was everything I had dreamed a date would be. We saw a movie and had dinner, and the biggest highlight was when he kissed me. He must have liked my kiss when he asked me for another date. 

Dear Diary December.

We had our second date, and he took me to a fancy restaurant this time. We kissed in the car afterward, and he stuck his tongue down my throat. I now know what French kissing is, and I love it. He put his hand down my bra and squeezed my boobs. I was so happy there was something there for him to squeeze.

Dear Diary February. 

It's Valentine's Day, and I went out with Paul again. He took me for a hayride and a burger after the ride. He told me that this day was to celebrate love. In the car, he pulled out his cock and said to me that if I loved him, I would suck on his cock. I wanted to stay a good girl like my mom told me to be. I decided to suck on his cock, and he shot a load of cum into my mouth. I like pizza and burgers and many other types of food, but I really, really love the taste of cum. I also felt some tingles in my girl parts.

Dear Diary March.

Paul wants a blowjob most every day now. I am happy to do it, and I almost crave cum now. I blow him before, during, and after school some days. I wondered why I loved cum so much. Was it the taste? Well, that was for sure. Was it the tingles. I sure liked those. It might be I love the power to make him cum. It was probably all three.

Dear Diary April.

Paul told me he loved my blowjobs, but he can't cum three times a day like I want him to. He suggested that I could blow a couple of his friends.

Dear Diary April.

I went to Paul's house today, and his parents were gone, but two of his friends were there, and they watched me blow Paul. Paul said it would be okay to blow them, and I could taste there cum and see if it was a different flavor. They’re cum was different, but my appetite for cum even grew stronger. I also know that when someone asks me if I am wet, I understand what they are talking about.

Dear Diary May.

There are only two days left of school. Paul wanted me to blow six of his friends now. It was a dream. Seven guys cumming in my mouth for me to sample the taste. One guy came on my face, and Paul told me to lick it up.

Dear Diary May.

It was the worst day of my life today. My parents told me we were moving. No more of Paul and his friends cumming. 

Dear Diary June.

I had to leave the next day, and Paul brought three friends over for me to blow. He asked me If I would blow them all naked. I shaved my pussy for the first time, and all of those guys loved it and mostly loved my boobs. That made me so happy, along with all the cum they shot everywhere, and I had to go and lick it up.

Dear Diary September.

I hate my new school. It is an all-girls school. Where would I get cum?

Dear Diary June.

This school year is over, and I could not be happier. Next year, I am going to a community college, and it won't be all girls. I miss cum so much.

Dear Diary August.

I turned eighteen today. I am legal, hooray. 

Dear Diary September.

I like my new school and many possible guys to blow. I need a fix very soon.

Dear Diary October.

I met a guy named Jackson in the cafeteria. We exchanged phone numbers. He is a black man, and I have heard that he may have a larger cock. I wondered if that meant he would have more cum.

Dear Diary November.

I have not heard from Jackson except the day after we met, and all he said was that it was nice to meet you. I am sad. My hunger for cum grows each day.

Dear Diary November.

I met a man at the grocery store today. He was older, maybe in his late forties or early fifties. He told me I was cute and that he would ask me out if he was not married. I told him that was too bad, as I love to suck cocks on my first date. He told me if I wanted to, I could suck his in the parking lot. So, I did, and his cum was a tiny bit more bitter than Paul's or his friends.

Dear Diary November.

Jackson texted me and wanted to take me to dinner. I was so happy. I went and bought a new dress.

Dear Diary November.

I went on my date with Jackson, and he was a perfect gentleman, damn it. I wanted to see if he came a lot.

Dear Diary December.

Almost Christmas, and I asked Santa for a quart of cum. I wonder if Santa ever had a blow job?

Dear Diary January.

Jackson invited me to watch his last football game of the season. He is a good player and caught a touchdown pass. After the game, I told him I wanted to reward him for his catch. He did not know what I meant until I undid his zipper and sucked his cock. He had a huge cock, the biggest yet, but he came as much as all the others. He had a nice flavor, too.

Dear Diary February.

Jackson called me many times, and he loved the way I sucked his cock. So, every time he gets the urge, he calls me. He almost fills my need for cum. I wonder if he thinks I am a slut.

Dear Diary March.

I met a guy named Jim, who asked me out. He took me to a Dua Lipa concert, which was the best. He is the most handsome guy I have met so far. Nothing happened after the concert. 

Dear Diary March.

I went to Jim's house. We had a great time. I told of my like for cum. He was shocked but not shocked enough. I stripped for him, and he had a large cock. My memory gets slightly blurred, but I am almost sure his taste was the best.

Dear Diary March.

Jim invited me to his house again and wanted a blowjob. He also asked if he could fuck me, and I told him no. I did not want to disappoint my mom. She would be so proud of me.

Dear Diary April.

Jackson called again and wanted to be serviced. He asked if I would blow five of his friends. I told him yes. I just love cum.

Dear Diary April.

 I met Jackson and his friends at his house, and he lied. He brought nine friends. I stripped for them all. They loved my body and my scent. I still would not let them fuck me. I sucked them all, and when I got done, I had cum all over my face. It was in my hair everywhere. I told all his friends what Paul used to say. Lick it up. So, I did every drop.

Dear Diary May.

This might be my last entry in my diary. My mom found my diary and she is not all that proud of me.