Erin’s Wild Week Part 1 Amanda helps Erin break out of her shell.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
Part 1: School Dance: Erin goes on a blind date with Peter.
Erin and Peter stood together uncomfortably as Amanda and Bobby headed to the dance floor. Finally, Peter spoke. “I hear you’re going to Berkeley?” he asked, trying to make conversation. “That’s a great school.” He tried to keep his eyes on her face but couldn’t help peeking at her tight shirt when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“Umm, yeah, I am. Thanks,” Erin replied. “How about you?”
“UCLA,” Peter responded. “I’m going to do computer science.”
“That’s great!” Erin chirped, nodding encouragingly. “I heard they have a great program there.”
“Yeah,” Peter said proudly, “it was my first choice.”
“Awesome!” Erin praised, continuing to nod. She was usually the smartest kid in the room, all straight-A’s and Honor Roll, so it was a nice be paired with another high achiever for a change. Awkward silence resumed as they stood smiling at each other, wondering what to talk about next.
Peter’s eyes dropped for an instant, drinking in the sight of Erin’s luscious chest. She noticed this time and cursed Amanda for making her wear the skimpy top. Compared to the other girls at the dance it actually wasn’t skimpy at all, but it was way more revealing than the frumpy shirt she had intended to wear.
“Are you fucking kidding?” Amanda scolded when she arrived at Erin’s house to get ready. “What is that, a sweatshirt? There’s no way you’re wearing that to the dance! And khaki pants? What’s wrong with you?”
The girls argued as they had been doing for years. Amanda was constantly trying to get Erin to loosen up. Erin was always encouraging Amanda to do better in school, but Amanda didn’t care. She was blonde and beautiful and had the world in the palm of her hand. Why work?
After a heated negotiation Erin agreed to exchange her baggy top for a more form-fitting shirt that buttoned down the front, but she adamantly refused to wear the tiny halter top Amanda picked out. She also let Amanda talk her into wearing a skirt instead of jeans, and “just a little” makeup on her eyes and cheekbones.
Peter’s stolen glance made Erin blush, but deep down his attention excited her. A tingle went through her but she was horrified when that excitement hardened her nipples to pointy nubs that poked through the thin shirt. She cursed Amanda again.
“Ummm, want to dance?” Peter asked, struggling to keeps his eyes on her face.
“Sure, I’d love to,” Erin replied, thankful for the refuge of the dance floor.
* * *
The school dance was on a Thursday night in the school gym. Erin and Peter were on a blind date set up by Erin’s best friend, Amanda, and her latest boyfriend, Bobby. Amanda and Erin went to Central High School, while the Bobby and Peter went to Valley View.
Bobby and Amanda decided that Peter would be a perfect match for Erin, as both were smart, nerdy, goody-two-shoes types. On the other hand, Amanda and Bobby were hell-raisers. Bobby wasn’t even sure he was going to graduate, much less go to college, and Amanda had already been suspended twice for unexcused absences.
Peter and Erin were having fun rocking to the music. Peter was a good dancer but didn’t take himself too seriously, throwing in a goofy move every now and then to make Erin laugh. Erin looked gorgeous in her skirt and blouse and moved surprisingly well, much more sensuously than Peter expected. They couldn’t keep smiles off their faces as they watched each other dance.
When a slow song came on Erin and Peter weren’t sure what to do, but when they saw other couples on the dance floor clinging to each other they stepped together clumsily. Peter didn’t want to come on too strong so he kept a safe distance and they danced stiffly. Eventually though, when their bodes accidentally touched neither pulled away and they settled into one another’s arms.
Peter had never felt anything as good as Erin’s breasts pressed against him. They were firm and perfectly shaped, standing straight out from her chest, somewhere between a B and C cup. He felt her hair against his neck and smelled her fresh, soapy scent. He was getting excited.
Peter and Erin moved slowly in the dark, their arms wrapped around each other. Erin was so pleased that Peter hadn’t tried to squeeze and grope her as soon as the lights went low, as other boys had done. He’s such a gentleman, she thought, and smart, too! She rested her head on his shoulder and nestled into him. Swaying in his arms, she felt something bump against her right hip. At first she was confused, then it dawned on her. Is that his penis? Is it hard?
Erin nervously scanned the dark room, trying to get a hold of herself. All she saw were couples melded together, moving to the music. She wondered if the other girls’ partners had erections. Despite her fears, she wondered what it looked like and how big it was. To her own surprise, and against her better instincts, she moved closer, cautiously grazing the lump in his pants again. Her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Peter was painfully aware of his hardon, and he was mortified when Erin made contact with it. He feared she might scream or run away. He didn’t want her to think he was a creep like so many of the other guys. He tried to keep his distance, but somehow Erin seemed to keep bumping into it. Peter tried to distract himself by thinking of baseball batting averages and computer coding but it wasn’t working. The lump in his pants wasn’t going away.
Erin moved closer, placing her hip firmly in contact with Peter’s bulge and keeping it there. Her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs. Erin knew she was entering dangerous territory – especially with a boy she just met – but she couldn’t fight the feelings coursing through her body.
This wasn’t the first time Erin had slow-danced, but it was the first time she felt an erect penis pressed against her. In the past she had always been determined to maintain distance, a buffer zone, but for some reason tonight was different. Maybe it was because she was a senior now. Maybe it was because Amanda proclaimed that Erin looked “hot, for once,” after helping with her outfit. Amanda assured Erin that nothing improper would happen, but when they were waiting for Bobby and Peter to pick them up she whispered to Erin that she was hoping to “do it” with Bobby tonight. Erin was shocked, but right at that moment the doorbell rang and the guys were there.
Erin was aghast at Amanda’s intentions, although she was aware that Amanda was much more experienced than she when it came to boys. Whereas Amanda had already lost her virginity and been through a handful of boyfriends, Erin was pure and intended to stay that way until marriage. She had certainly never allowed a boy to rub against her at a school dance.
Erin peered over Peter’s shoulder and was shocked to see Amanda and Bobby, their bodies grinding together, Bobby brazenly squeezing Amanda’s round ass. If Mr. Robinson, the principal, saw what was going on he would stop the music and turn on the lights she worried. Erin trembled in exhilaration and fear. Peter’s erection and Amanda’s behavior were having a powerful effect on her. Unable to stop herself, Erin shifted her hips slightly to the right, bringing Peter’s stiffness closer to her burning loins. Her mind was fixated on the bulge in his pants.
Suddenly, it dawned on Peter that Erin was pressing into him on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing, and being aware of that made Peter’s cock even harder. Holy shit! he thought, this gorgeous creature is rubbing up on me? He was excited beyond belief.
Peter also noticed Amanda and Bobby grinding into each other. Erin and Peter swayed, watching Amanda and Bobby, and when they looked back into each other’s eyes Erin gave him a devilish smile. Feeling bold now, Peter moved his hands lower. He gently caressed Erin’s tight butt as they danced in the darkness. He was dying to squeeze her firm cheeks and pull her against his aching hardon but he resisted. Not yet.
As his fingers wandered over her skirt, Erin shifted again bringing his hard cock directly against her sex. Waves of heat flashed through her body. Sirens went off in her head. She knew this was wrong, but she was too excited to stop. Peter’s stiff shaft pressing into her was the most thrilling thing she had ever felt. She was hoping the song would never end.
When Peter felt Erin push against him he grew bold, squeezing an ass cheek in each hand and pulling her into him. There was no subtlety now. He was going for broke. He held his breath, then sighed with relief when Erin simply held him tighter and pushed back. Peter was elated. They were grinding wantonly and both knew it, their pelvises mashing together while Peter kneaded her butt like a ball of dough.
Erin was on fire. Her body shook. She closed her eyes and pressed her head against Peter’s shoulder, squeezing her body against him. She didn’t know it but she had just had her first orgasm. She was trembling when the song ended and the lights came on.
“C’mon,” Amanda said to her friend, taking her by the arm and heading for the girls’ locker room. “We’re going out to Bobby’s car. Want to come with us?”
“Um,” Erin stuttered as Amanda dragged her toward the exit, “what if we get caught? We won’t be able to go to graduation!”
Amanda gave Erin a frustrated look. “Robinson’s on the other side of the gym,” she said. “We can sneak out from the locker room. The guys are going to meet us – it’ll be fun!”
“I don’t know, Amanda,” Erin said halfheartedly as Amanda hustled her into the locker room. Erin wasn’t sure what was right and what was wrong anymore. “Maybe just you and Bobby should go? We’ll just stay here and wait for you?”
“You’re so full of shit, sister!” Amanda admonished, “Peter’s hot, and I saw his hands on your ass! You know you want to go!”
“But—,” Erin protested as she continued to follow Amanda, her will draining away.
“I saw you grinding against him, you little slut! Don’t deny it!” Then, in a hushed tone Amanda added, “how did he feel? Is he big?”
Erin’s was speechless at Amanda’s accusation, but she couldn’t deny it. She had without a doubt been grinding against Peter and he did feel big, but she had no grounds for comparison. “But . . . but . . .” was all Erin could muster as a reply.
“C’mon Er – you’re 18 years old! Have a little fun for once in your life,” Amanda challenged as she opened the door. “Are you coming or not?”
Against her better judgment, Erin followed. Her head was spinning. She knew it was wrong – sneaking out, putting herself in a vulnerable situation with a blind date – but she went anyway. What Amanda said was true, she had to admit. Erin had always been a bore. She was accepted into college already, for heaven’s sakes! It was time to have fun . . . right?
The boys were standing by the car, waiting. Peter beamed at Erin, making her heart skip a beat. He opened the rear door and Erin took a deep breath and slid in, then he climbed in next to her. Bobby and Amanda sat in the front.
Amanda opened the glove compartment and pulled out a pint of Fireball. “Let’s party!” she cheered, taking a swig. She handed the bottle to Bobby who took a healthy gulp.
“Yeeeagh!” Bobby cried, his mouth burning as he passed the bottle back to Peter. Peter hesitated, holding the bottle like it was a stick of dynamite. He looked at Erin and saw an ashen look on her face. She was mortified, on the verge of tears. Peter realized that, like him, Erin was not wired for this kind of trouble. He felt a need to protect her.
Peter put the bottle down and looked at Erin with his most earnest expression. “You’re not OK with this, are you?” he asked sympathetically.
Erin shook her head, pleading at Peter with her eyes.
Peter nodded. “Hey guys,” he said as he handed the bottle back to Bobby. “We’re going to pass on the Fireball, OK?”
“What?” Bobby asked incredulously. Amanda rolled her eyes. “Fireball’s the bomb, man! You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Peter replied. “I think we’ll just say sober tonight. No big deal, right?” Peter made it clear the matter was not up for discussion.
“Whatever man,” Bobby replied, taking another swig and turning the radio on as Amanda slid tight next to him.
A huge wave of relief washed over Erin. Peter was so strong yet so sensitive, she thought. The way he understood her feelings, the way he stood up to Bobby and Amanda. It was like an aphrodisiac to her, even more so than pressing against him on the dance floor.
Peter put his arm around Erin and pulled her into him. Immediately he knew that turning down the drink was the right move. She trusted him now. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do when you’re with me. Ever.” Erin felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. Peter’s touch and his words made her feel safe.
Peter felt a wild desire for Erin. She was so smart and beautiful, yet so vulnerable. Plus, she was frisky. Peter gently grasped the back of Erin’s head and leaned in. Erin was ready, having some experience making out. Although nervous, she didn’t pull away when Peter brought his mouth to hers. Erin felt his tongue against her lips and she parted them, welcoming him into her mouth.
Peter tasted good. Erin loved the feel of his tongue and his arms wrapped around her. She moved closer, pressing their bodies together. Just like on the dance floor, Erin could feel her excitement building as they kissed.
Peter could sense Erin’s enthusiasm, and despite his tendency to take things slowly his hand began gradually crawling upward. Erin wasn’t sure she should let Peter feel her up so soon but decided not to stop him. She had allowed other boys to fondle her breasts before but never on the first date. Despite her fear, Erin was dying to feel his hands on her. Her nipples were aching with desire.
Erin moved her arms to his shoulders, giving him room to explore. Peter read her movement clearly and raised his right hand to her left breast. He gently caressed her through the fabric of her top, squeezing and rubbing, his fingers toying with her nipple through her shirt and bra. Waves of nervous anticipation buzzed through her. Her panties were getting wetter. Never had any boy excited her so much. Something about Peter was different, or maybe it was her that was different this time? Erin emitted a soft, contented purr.
Sensing Erin’s passion, Peter began undressing her. He knew he was moving fast and feared she might put a stop to things, but when she simply held his head and kissed him hungrily he undid one button after another until her shirt was undone, then he peeled it open and slipped his hand inside. Erin knew she was behaving dangerously with a boy she didn’t know at all, but she couldn’t make herself stop him. If felt too good. Peter found the clasp of her bra and after two tries managed to unhook it. His hand wandered over her breasts, holding them, squeezing gently and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Erin kissed him harder, her tongue fluttering in his mouth as he massaged her naked tits.
* * *
In the front seat Bobby and Amanda were kissing frantically, spit drooling down their chins. Bobby already had her shirt off and was groping her tits, twisting her nipples, making Amanda moan out loud. Amanda dropped her hand into Bobby’s lap. She found his bulge and rubbed it, then pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. Bobby’s hands were all over Amanda’s chest as she fisted his cock, jerking him and reaching down to play with his balls. The front seat was a frantic blur of hands and moans.
* * *
Erin wondered how far Amanda and Bobby would go with her and Peter in the car. She was scared, but the danger only seemed to excite her more. When Peter began to kiss his way down her neck she gasped out loud. Peter knew he was going fast, but her kisses were intoxicating and her breasts were the most wonderful things he had ever laid his hands on. He wanted more. He gently slid her blouse off her shoulders along with her bra, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. When Erin didn’t object he turned his full attention to her magnificent tits, delighting in their firm, full shape and hard pink nipples. He massaged them lovingly, gently twisting her little nubs as his lips continued down her smooth neck.
Erin knew what he was going to do. Only one boy had ever tried to kiss her breasts before and he did not succeed. Erin had panicked and abruptly aborted that clumsy make out session, but this time was different. Even though she knew it was wrong she didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good, and Amanda’s words kept echoing in her head. Have a little fun for once in your life! Plus, Peter told her she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do – all she had to do was say “no.”
Erin’s body tingled as her breasts were kissed for the first time. It was magical. Peter’s mouth wandered across her chest, licking and kissing the smooth orbs. Erin was in heaven, Peter’s mouth bringing her to new levels of pleasure.
Erin’s tits were simply delicious. Peter moved from one to the other, licking and kissing, sucking her nipples, holding one while his mouth worked the other. Erin cradled his head, astounded at how much she enjoyed his attentions. Her body was on fire from her neck down to her loins. She realized her panties were soaked.
* * *
In the front seat, Amanda lowered her head to Bobby’s lap. She loved to suck cock. She swabbed the head with her tongue until it was dripping wet, then plunged down, taking almost his entire length in one smooth gulp. Amanda made sure to be especially noisy, slurping and moaning around Bobby’s meat in her mouth, making sure that Erin could hear the sounds of their sex.
Oh, Fuck!” Bobby groaned. Amanda was an experienced cocksucker and knew had to make a man go wild. She pulled back and sucked him deep again, rubbing his balls and bobbing her head on his shaft. Blowing Bobby in the front seat of the car, with her friends in back, set Amanda on fire. She slid a hand between her legs, circling her clit with her fingers. Within moments, Amanda brought herself to a gushing orgasm, squealing and moaning loudly around Bobby’s cock in her mouth, shuddering in pleasure.
When her climax subsided Amanda pulled her head up and took Bobby’s wet rod in her hand. “Move over!” she demanded, pulling Bobby to the middle of the seat.
* * *
Erin was scared. She wasn’t sure but had a pretty good idea of what Amanda was doing with Bobby. Peter would likely be hoping for the same thing, but that was out of the question. Erin was a virgin and planned to stay that way until marriage. Still, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
As Peter devoted himself to her breasts and Bobby groaned in the front seat, Erin worried how she was going to reciprocate. She had heard about “blue balls” and didn’t want to displease her date. She realized Peter would be wanting release somehow. Would a hand job be OK? Erin had never even done that. The farthest she had gone was rubbing her last boyfriend through his pants. It was the same night he tried to bring his mouth to her chest. It had all been too much, too fast, and Erin made him take her home. That was their last date.
Peter’s insides were blazing now, and despite his better judgment he dropped a hand to Erin’s thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Erin shut her eyes tight. She knew she should stop him but she just couldn’t. It felt too good. Before he moved his hand higher he whispered in her ear.
“I want to touch you,” he cooed. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Erin responded by letting out a little groan and opening her thighs a fraction of an inch. It was almost imperceptible, but Peter understood clearly. She couldn’t believe she was encouraging him but her resistance was fading away. Somehow, Peter seemed to know exactly what to do to make her insatiable.
Peter grasped her neck and kissed her. Erin welcomed his tongue back into her mouth and they made out wetly as he played with her naked tits with one hand while the other slowly disappeared under her skirt.
Peter lightly grazed a fingertip against her panty-covered mound, making her gasp in anticipation. Erin spread her thighs even more, offering herself to him as his fingers wandered over the damp fabric. Peter was inexperienced with girls, especially below the waist, but his older brother had recently sat him down to teach him how to please a “real woman.” Peter remembered the lesson now. He teased Erin, gently running his fingers over her mound then trailing down along her slit, barely touching, then lightly along her thigh and back up to start over again.
Erin was going wild. Peter’s fingertips were electric. She raised her hips, pushing back against him, desperate for firm contact. Peter smiled, thrilled at Erin’s response to his attentions, thankful for his brother’s wisdom. She moaned into his mouth, audibly pleading for his touch. Peter complied. He slid a fingertip inside the elastic of her panties and ran it up along her slit, then pressed his palm against her clit at the same time he twisted her nipple.
“AAIIIGGGHHHH!!”
Erin flung herself back against the car door and lifted her butt off the seat, thrusting against Peter’s hand. As she writhed and squealed he pushed his index finger inside her, wriggling it into her steaming, virgin cunt as his thumb tweaked her clit. Erin exploded in an orgasm, her body and mind reeling in pleasure.
* * *
While Erin was having her first genuine orgasm, Amanda was slipping off her panties and climbing into Bobby’s lap, facing him with her knees on the seat. She lifted up and reached down, grasping his hard shaft and swabbing it against her dripping gash.
Amanda hesitated briefly, savoring the moment, then dropped her hips, driving him deep inside her. When the last inch plunged into her depths she held it there, grinding against him. She could feel her pussy grip the throbbing rod filling her body. Amanda raised up and drove back down, again and again and again.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck Me! Yes! YES!” she cried.
* * *
With Amanda’s wailing filling the car, Peter continued exploring Erin’s steaming pussy with his fingers and squeezing her tits until she felt that her entire body might shatter into a million pieces. She was lying back, panting, her body tingling, and when Peter slid her soaked panties down her legs she made no move to stop him. She just closed her eyes, wearing nothing but a short skirt bunched around her waist, trying to catch her breath.
Playing with Erin’s velvety snatch while Amanda screamed made Peter mad with desire. The feel, the smell, and the wild, sexy sounds in the car stoked an inferno inside him. Seeing Erin lying back against the car door, eyes closed, gasping for breath with her legs spread and her wet cunt shining with her juices, he couldn’t resist. He dropped his head between her legs and painted a long, wet lick along her slit.
Erin’s body clenched up at the feel of Peter’s tongue on her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw his head between her legs, bobbing up and down. His tongue was sliding along her most intimate area, his hands pushing her thighs wide open.
Oh, my God! she thought. He’s eating me out! Suddenly another wave of carnal shock exploded through her. Erin had heard of oral sex before but never thought it was something she would ever do, much less enjoy. But she was. She was enjoying it more than anything she had ever imagined. Peter’s tongue was sliding along her previously untouched vagina and when he clamped down on her clit she screeched as intense waves of pleasure washed over her.
Erin went wild, grasping her knees and pulling her legs as wide as they could go. She grabbed a handful of Peter’s hair and mashed his face against her dripping gash as gurgling sounds uttered from her throat. Peter’s was beside himself with joy, loving the taste, the smell and the feel of Erin’s wetness, loving how she thrashed against the car door while he sucked and slurped her juices. Erin threw her head back and wailed, squirming all over the back seat as Peter licked her. She felt she might pass out or pull a muscle, she was shaking so much.
When Peter paused to catch his breath Erin grabbed his head and dragged his mouth to hers. They locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwined and lips mashed together. Peter’s face was a mess, dripping with Erin’s juices, and she tasted herself for the first time. She tasted like sex, she decided.
* * *
After Amada came all over Bobby’s cock she pulled off and took him back in her mouth. His hard meat easily glided through her lips as she rubbed his balls. She sucked urgently, slathering his rod with her lips and tongue. She could feel Bobby’s climax approaching.
Amanda dropped a finger to her clit again, sending another powerful orgasm through her. She squirmed in the passenger seat, her screams coming out as muffled gags around Bobby’s cock stuffed in her mouth. Amanda was greedy for Bobby’s load. She wrapped her hand around his meat and pumped.
Bobby was seeing stars. “Oh, FUCK I’m gonna cum!” he shrieked. He grabbed the back of Amanda’s head and thrust upward, shooting thick streams of semen onto her tongue. Amanda clamped her lips tightly around him, loving the feel of hot cum flooding her mouth. Fluid seeped out from her lips and flowed down her chin. Bobby wailed as Amanda drained him, jerking his rod and massaging his balls, making sure to swallow every drop of sperm from his spurting shaft.
* * *
Erin’s heart raced, knowing that it was her turn now. She dropped her hand to Peter’s thigh and squeezed, then dragged her fingers into his lap. She spread her palm over his hardness, making her shake with anticipation. It felt big. She curled her fingers around it and rubbed along its length, getting a feel for it. Having his hard cock in her grip made her kiss him even more energetically, spit dripping down her chin as she massaged his bulge. She was shaking when she moved her hand to the button on his jeans. Everything she had ever learned was screaming in her brain that she was making a bad decision, but she didn’t care. She unsnapped the button, then grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. Erin reached inside and rubbed Peter’s throbbing erection through his underwear.
Peter was beside himself, trembling with anticipation as the brown-haired beauty stroked him. Unable to contain himself, he pushed his pants to his knees, briefs and all, exposing himself fully. Erin gasped as she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling a man’s naked penis in her grip for the first time.
Erin held him in her fist as they made out wildly in the back seat. It was not a smooth, rigid cylinder as she had expected. There were veins spidering along the shaft and it had a pronounced upward curve. The end was smooth and had a sharp ridge, like a bell. It felt so warm and alive. Erin took it all in, exploring with her fingers. She let out a squeal of joy into Peter’s mouth.
Erin had never given a hand-job but knew she was supposed to stroke him up and down. She hoped she was doing it right. Based on the sounds he was making Peter seemed to be enjoying it which made Erin feel good. She wanted to please him.
In the front seat Bobby and Amanda were laying down silently, holding each other, breathing heavily and listening in on their friends.
“Is this good?” Erin panted.
“Oh, my God! Yes!” he responded.
Amanda and Bobby giggled softly.
Feeling more confident now, Erin stroked Peter’s shaft from base to tip, finding her rhythm. She reached down to explore his testicles, holding them in her palm, feeling their weight, massaging them. She knew that eventually Peter was supposed to ejaculate, and she wondered what that would be like. How much stuff would there be? Where was it going to go?
Peter groaned and wrapped his arm around Erin’s shoulder. “That feels so good, baby,” he cooed. Erin was excited to know she was giving Peter pleasure, especially after what he did to her. Suddenly Erin felt an urge to get a good look at the hard shaft in her grip so she broke away from their kiss and dropped her head down to Peter’s chest, resting it there as she pumped him.
It was the first hard cock she had ever seen. It didn’t look anything like the pictures in her Biology textbooks. It was bigger, redder, shinier and alive with energy, unlike the dry images she had seen on the page. Erin was entranced.
Peter looked down at the head of beautiful brown hair against his chest. He could tell Erin was staring at his raging hardon, and he made himself resist the urge to force her down into his lap. He had a feeling she would get there on her own, and that would just make things better. He couldn’t stop himself, though, from lifting his butt of the seat, pushing his rod up through her fist, bringing it closer to her face.
As Erin stroked him, Peter slid his hand down her back and pulled up her skirt. He reached behind and trailed his middle finger to her dripping pussy, then curled it inside. Erin groaned when she felt his finger penetrate her again. She leaned forward on her elbows and lifted her rear end up, giving him room to explore and bringing her head even closer to his lap. Now she was pumping his cock right in front of her face as his finger wiggled inside her.
The combination of Peter’s finger in her cunt and the hard cock in her hand made Erin ravenous. Peter’s erection was right before her eyes, hot and hard, and it was calling to her. She moved even closer, the smooth mushroom head just inches away. It looked delicious.
Erin spied a drop of liquid oozing from the crown. She inhaled, delighting in his manly smell. Gingerly, she slipped her tongue out and washed the head of his cock.
“Ooooh, fuck!” Peter groaned. “Yeah, that feels good!”
Still listening in, Amanda and Bobby smiled at each other, happy that their two nerdy friends were discovering new pleasures.
When she looked back down at Peter’s erection the liquid was gone. It was in her mouth. Erin couldn’t believe that she lapped up Peter’s juices but she did and she loved it. She wanted more.
Erin dropped her head and licked the head of Peter’s cock again. She marveled at feeling of her tongue against his smooth skin. She licked it again, and again, and then she was licking all over his mushroom head, her tongue twirling like it was electrically charged. After she got the crown dripping with her saliva she looked up at Peter and saw a looked of bliss on his face.
“Do you like that?” she asked,
Peter just shook his head and gasped, unable to speak.
Erin giggled, thrilled that she was giving Peter pleasure. She went back to his shaft with no hesitation now, slathering long licks down and up his length, delighting in the smell, the feel, and the taste of a hard cock.
She licked back up to the tip and kissed all over, gobbling up the new flow of pre-cum oozing out. Peter was trying his best to be a gentleman but couldn’t control himself anymore. While Erin’s lips were pressed to the head of his shaft he held the back of her neck and thrust his hips up. Erin’s lips opened as his pulsing erection pushed into her mouth.
Erin’s lips wrapped around a hard cock for the first time. It made her dizzy with excitement. The thought of fellatio had repulsed her when she first heard of it, but now she was in the back seat of a car, sucking on a stiff penis and it thrilled her. The hard flesh throbbed against her pursed lips as it filled her mouth.
Erin squealed with delight. She pulled back and pushed back down, sucking his shaft and fisting the base in her hand. Even though it was her first time, within moments Erin was blowing Peter with abandon. She was a natural. She discovered that she loved sucking Peter’s hard cock. She eagerly bobbed up and down his pole, spit drooling from her lips, her hands pumping his shaft. She buzzed with sexual energy.
Peter was bouncing off the seat now, thrusting up with each stroke of Erin’s pistoning head. She wanted to do everything in her power to make him feel good. Erin was aware that Peter would probably ejaculate soon but had no idea what that would be like. Would it be a lot? she wondered. Does it just kind of seep out, like the stuff that’s already dripping? Erin had no idea. I can use my hand at the very end and watch, she decided.
Peter was shaking. He had had one girl cautiously lick his cock while giving him a hand job, but none had ever taken him in her mouth before. Never had he experienced anything like this. Erin was sucking him with a purpose, as if she was starving for his climax.
He was almost there. He tapped Erin on the shoulder. “Baby!” he groaned. “I’m gonna . . . I’m gonna shoot!”
Erin was about to pull off but her animal instinct took over. She shook at the thought of semen in her mouth. She sucked harder. She wasn’t her usual, rational self, thinking about her actions and the consequences. She was acting on her primal urges, doing what felt good. And Peter’s cock in her mouth felt good, really good. The juices leaking from it were delicious to her and she was eager for what was going to happen next, whatever it was.
Peter gasped when he realized Erin intended to suck him dry. His cock pulsed on her tongue, her lips wrapped tightly around him. Feeling the surge in his loins, Peter grabbed Erin’s head and gave one final thrust upwards. “Oh, FUCK!” Peter shouted as he blasted the first pulse of hot spunk into Erin’s sucking mouth.
The initial blast shocked her. Instinctively she tried to pull back but Peter’s grip held her firm. She struggled momentarily, but as soon as she tasted it she squealed in delight. She loved Peter’s cum.
Oh, my God! she thought, I can’t believe how much there is! It shot against the roof of her mouth and dripped down on her tongue. She squeezed his shaft and rubbed his balls, milking him as he shot again and again. Erin loved the way Peter cradled her head as he flooded her mouth until he was finally drained.
Peter’s seed was the most wonderful thing Erin ever tasted. She swished it around with her tongue then closed her eyes and swallowed it down, feeling the thick, warm goo sliding down her throat like nectar.
Peter relaxed his grip and she lifted her mouth from his rod, gasping for air. Her lips were coated and pearly fluid dripped from the corners of her mouth. She could smell it on her face. She ran a finger over her lips and chin, scooping up the drips she missed and licked it clean. After Erin swabbed her face and gobbled down the last bits of sperm she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth, cleaning the juices from his shaft. She wanted every drop.
Based on the little she knew, Erin expected Peter to go soft after he shot. But to her surprise he didn’t, so she happily continued to suckle him, slowly pumping her head up and down his half-hard shaft.
Peter finally lifted Erin’s head from his lap and kissed her wetly. Erin replaced her mouth with her hand, stroking him as they made out. Peter squeezed her breasts. Erin’s pussy was on fire. She had to have him.
Erin rose up from the seat and moved her leg across Peter, straddling him. He lowered his face to her chest, licking her tits and sucking her nipples as she hovered over him. Erin held his head in her hands. Nothing mattered to her anymore except the joy of Peter’s magical cock.
Erin lowered her hips so she was sitting in Peter’s lap, facing him. She could feel his erection lined up along the folds of her soaking cunt. She rocked forward and back, rubbing herself along his length.
Erin purred into his ear, “I want you inside me.” She pulled his head to hers and kissed him wildly.
Peter’s heart skipped a beat. “You sure?” he panted.
A voice in Erin’s head screamed NO! Her first time was supposed to be with her husband, or at least the man who would end up being her husband. Not some boy she just met on a blind date at a high school dance. And definitely not in the backseat of car. It was against everything she had ever planned for herself, but the voice screaming NO! never spoke out loud.
“Uh, huh,” Erin rasped, sliding her wet pussy along his erection..
“Ummmm,” Peter mumbled, fighting to keep himself in control. “Ummmm . . . I didn’t think we would . . . I don’t . . . I don’t have any protection . . .”
Erin sagged, fear and disappointment exploding in her head. She hadn’t been thinking straight. Was she crazy? Unprotected sex?
Suddenly, a light went off in her head. I’m on the pill! she realized. Her mother had started her two years ago, explaining to Erin that she had “abnormal hormone function” and that she needed the pills to stay healthy, but at that very moment Erin realized her mother had been lying to her. THIS was why she was on the pill. Her mother knew that this day was coming and wanted to protect her. Somehow, in the backseat of the car with Peter, that made everything OK.
“Don’t worry,” Erin replied breathlessly, “I’m on the pill.”
Really? Peter thought as Erin lifted up and lined his shaft against her. That didn’t make sense to him, but when he felt the tip of his cock sliding between her lips he stopped thinking altogether. Instead he reached down to help her adjust. “Have you done this before?” he asked breathlessly, swiping his rod against her slit, looking for the opening.
Erin shook her head. “No,” she replied as she lowered her hips. The head of his rod pushed into the petals of her vagina. Erin looked down at Peter and bit her lip. “You’re my first.”
“Me too,” Peter said. He pushed up slightly as Erin pushed down, trying to make things fit.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Erin shifted her weight, trying to take him in. She flexed her pelvis and felt his knob begin to enter. She shifted again and took him in a little deeper. It was tight, but neither of them stopped. Erin raised up and pushed down at the same time Peter pushed upwards. There was resistance, then suddenly everything lined up and his hard shaft thrust solidly into Erin’s virgin womb.
“EEEEEIIIIIIIAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!” she shrieked.
Peter’s thick meat penetrated Erin’s tight tunnel, stretching her open. She felt like her belly was on fire. She saw stars. Peter pushed upward more, working his way in and making Erin shriek. Peter pulled back and pushed up again, holding her hips, working to open her up, in and out, and then finally he was in all the way, their loins pressed together.
Impaled on Peter’s rod, Erin trembled and shook, experiencing feelings she never imagined. It hurt but it was amazing. Erin quickly adjusted to moving with Peter, rising and falling in time with his bouncing up and down. Soon the pain was gone and they were thrusting against each other, fucking and grunting in the backseat of Bobby’s car in the school parking lot. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, holding on tight as he pounded her from below. Erin loved it more than anything she had ever felt.
Peter was wild with lust as Erin rode him, and after cumming once he had staying power despite being a horny teenager. Gripping Erin’s ass cheeks firmly, he lifted her up and rolled her onto her back. Erin felt Peter looming over her, his glistening hardon sticking out, and she spread her legs wide.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. She had never even uttered the word “fuck” before but there in the backseat of the car it was what she wanted, what she needed. Erin sighed as Peter laid himself down between her thighs and slid inside her easily, as natural as could be, as if they had been coupling forever. They shared a deep kiss as Peter pumped his rigid pole into her, his chest pressed against her naked tits. Erin held her knees apart, opening herself to Peter and his amazing erection.
When Erin opened her eyes she saw Bobby and Amanda’s heads peeking over the front seat, watching the show. Erin locked eyes with Amanda and smiled, thankful that her friend helped her discover the most wonderful pleasure she ever experienced. Amanda smiled back and leaned over the seat to whisper in Peter’s ear. Peter smiled and rose up onto his knees, his head against the upholstered roof of the car. He held Erin’s ass in his hands as he continued to piston into her, but more slowly now, letting Bobby and Amanda see his wet shaft sliding in and out. She looked like an erotic goddess lying back, legs spread, hair spilling out on the seat around her head, tits jiggling with each stroke of Peter’s long, hard cock.
Amanda grinned at her friend and reached over the seat, bringing her hand to Erin’s mound. Erin was shocked but before she could react Peter pulled back and Amanda slipped two fingers over Erin’s clit, circling the slick little nub as Peter pumped back inside her. When Peter bottomed out Amanda’s fingers were pressed tightly between the two lovers and Amanda wiggled them expertly, knowing exactly where to rub.
A wave of ecstasy emanated from Amanda’s fingers and exploded through Erin’s body. She shook violently. Her mouth opened but no words came out. Electric shocks coursed through her as Peter fucked her and Amanda diddled her. Spasms rippled through her. A primitive, guttural screech escaped from her throat.
Erin’s orgasm was like an earthquake. At the same time, Peter was approaching his own climax, his balls roiling. Erin’s newly fucked pussy convulsed on his shaft, clenching around his meat as he slammed her into the seat cushions.
Peter gave a hard, final thrust and exploded, spurting cum into her dripping cunt. Erin nearly passed out in bliss, feeling a hard cock shooting off inside her for the first time. Oh, my GOD I love this! the voice in her head cried out as Peter’s semen poured into her. Eventually Peter slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily. Erin wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling his naked body against hers.
Eventually, Peter rolled off Erin and sat up, sweat glistening on their skin. Erin felt Peter’s load seeping out and dripping down onto the seat. The windows were fogged. “Time to go?” Amanda asked quietly from the front seat.
The sounds of heavy breathing filled the car as the four teens felt around for their clothes and dressed, lost in their thoughts.
Erin leaned over and whispered in Peter’s ear, “Take me home,” she said.
Peter smiled. “Bobby,” he said, “drop me off at my car. I’ll drive Erin home.”
“You got it,” Bobby said. He and Amanda exchanged smiles, thrilled at the outcome of the blind date they had arranged.
Sleepover
“I have to be home at 11,” Erin explained as Peter eased the car out of the lot. “But you can sneak into my room after I tell my parents I’m home, OK?”
“Yeah?” Peter responded, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look into her eyes. “You sure?”
“Uh huh,” she said. “My bedroom is on the other side of the house. They won’t hear us at all.”
Peter was nervous. He didn’t like breaking rules, and the last thing he wanted was to get caught by Erin’s parents, naked in their daughter’s bed. Plus he was spent, having cum two times already.
“I don’t know, Erin,” Peter dithered. “I don’t want to get you in any trouble . . .”
“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Erin purred as she snuggled up close to him. “I think maybe you need a little convincing.”
Erin slid her hand onto Peter’s right thigh. He glanced down at her and tilted his head, as if to say, are you kidding? Erin giggled and slowly ran her hand up until she reached his lap. Peter shook his head in disbelief. This girl is insatiable!
As Erin ran her hand over him his rod began to grow. Erin saw the look of surprise on his face turn into a smile as he struggled to watch the road. Within seconds he was fully hard.
“Is there a door or do I have to climb through a window?” Peter asked with a grin.
Erin laughed. “There’s a door but it might be kind of sexy if you climbed in the window.” Quickly, she unzipped his pants and reached in, drawing his thick, hard shaft out into the night. Every few seconds it was illuminated as they drove underneath the street lights. God! It’s beautiful! Erin thought, looking at the flared head, the long shaft lined with throbbing veins.
Erin was thrilled. She had been told that most boys wanted to leave as soon as they shot off, but Peter seemed eager to spend more time with her, even if it did take a little convincing. She rested her head on his shoulder as she pumped him, buzzing with happiness. Erin was basking in the discovery of feelings she had never before imagined. She always knew that one day she would have intercourse when she wanted to have children, but she never dreamed it would be so wonderful. And oral sex? Peter’s mouth on her pussy? His hard cock in her mouth, spurting semen? Really?
Even crazier – Amanda’s fingers between her legs? That was lesbianism, wasn’t it? Well, if it was, she thought, then she might just be a lesbian, or maybe bisexual, because it was the most amazing thing ever. Just a few hours ago it was all wildly outside her realm of thought but now she could think of nothing else.
Erin noticed Peter squirming in his seat as she jacked him off, trying to concentrate on the oncoming headlights. She loved how horny he was, and her ability to give him pleasure. His cock had been hard almost all night, she realized, since their slow dance. Having his erection in her hand made her heart beat a little faster, and she wondered how far Peter would let her go while he was driving. He looked so serious. She didn’t want to risk upsetting him, but his shaft was dripping and seemed like it could use more serious attention.
She dropped her head down and licked all over the head. “I love your cock!” She gushed, stroking the base in her fist. She realized that like the word “fuck,” she had never before spoken the word “cock” out loud. But things were different now. She knew that she truly loved cock, as well as fucking, and there was nothing wrong with saying it out loud. A happy feeling rippled through her as she lowered her head and parted her lips, taking Peter’s hard shaft back in her mouth. Peter squirmed, fighting to concentrate on driving. Erin wanted him to be crazed with desire when they got to her house so she sucked him slowly, her head pumping up and down in time with the streetlights, making sure not to bring him off yet.
For the next ten minutes Erin gave Peter a sweet, romantic blowjob, kissing his hard penis all over, licking it, making love to it with her mouth while she massaged his balls in her right hand. Peter was nearly hyperventilating by the time they got to her house.
“Go down the block and park, then come around the side door in five minutes, OK? I have to say goodnight to my parents.”
“You sure about this?” Peter asked, desperate for relief. “We could just maybe hang out in the car for a little while?”
Erin laughed. “No way, buster! You want to get you off you have to come in!”
Peter smiled at the thought that he would soon be cumming inside Erin’s warm, sexy body in one way or the other.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said as he drove off.
* * *
Erin closed the door quietly behind Peter and tiptoed down the hall, leading him to her bedroom. Once inside she threw him down on the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head. She undid his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs and socks. He’s still hard! she marveled. He was lying back completely naked, his erection pointing at the ceiling. She kneeled over him, scanning his young, toned body.
I can’t believe I have a naked boy in my bed! she thought.
Peter looked up at her, sexual hunger in his eyes. She rose up and stood on the floor next to the bed and decided to put on a little show for him. Looking into his eyes, she unbuttoned her shirt slowly and parted it, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She turned her back to him and reached back to undo her bra, adding it to the pile, then slowly turned to face him, her tits standing proudly from her chest, nipples hard. Erin unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her legs, leaving her standing before him in just her black panties.
She put her hands in her hair and raised them up and turned slowly, letting Peter drink in her naked form. Facing away from him, Erin slid her panties down her legs, bending at the waist to give a perfect view of her tight, round ass. She rose up and faced him, then climbed on the bed and straddled him.
Peter looked up at the angel above him, naked and beautiful, her wet pussy just inches above his raging hardon. Erin took his shaft in her hands and lowered herself down, impaling herself on him in one smooth stroke. With his length deep inside her she brought her face to his and said, “I want you to fuck me all night long.” They kissed passionately as Erin rose up and down in time with Peter’s thrusting off the bed, locked in a sexual frenzy.
After a while Peter flipped Erin over and pumped his cock into her from above, and soon they were lying on their sides, then Erin got on all fours and Peter slammed into her from behind, then the other side, the two young lovers experimenting with every position possible, Peter’s cock plunging in and out of Erin’s wet and willing pussy, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies, their mouths pressed together in a continuous tongue-twirling kiss.
Eventually, Peter felt the tingling in his balls and his long-awaited orgasm approaching. He rolled Erin onto her back and rose up onto his knees between her outstretched legs. He looked down at her flat, smooth belly and her beautiful tits rising and falling with each breath and jiggling with each thrust of his shaft.
“Do that thing that Amanda did,” he urged.
“What?” Erin responded, surprised, but then she understood. “Really? You want me to?”
“Uh huh,” Peter replied as she stroked into her. “It was sexy. I like to watch you cum.”
Erin grinned and brought her finger to her mouth to wet it. “You like to watch, huh?” she said as she rubbed her wet finger around her clit.
“I do,” Peter admitted, “especially a girl as hot as you.”
Erin closed her eyes and ran her tongue over her lips as she diddled herself in time with Peter’s cock. Peter watched Erin lying back, legs spread, pussy lips wrapped around his hard, pumping shaft, her finger on her clit and tongue circling her mouth, just begging for something to suck on.
Peter slipped a finger into Erin’s mouth and she immediately began sucking on it. She looked into his eyes, administering a blowjob to his finger as she played with her clit. That was all it took. Both of them were overcome with lust. Erin’s body exploded into an intense orgasm, spasms and fireworks going off inside her as Peter blasted another load of cum into her burning cunt, spurting ropes of semen as she shook beneath him, gasping for breath.
* * *
Erin woke up, disoriented. The alarm clock glowed 2:03am. She was confused to see a human form next to her on the bed, snoring softly, then it all came back to her. Wow, she thought. That was incredible. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.
She looked down at Peter’s shriveled member. She had never seen it soft before. I guess I tired him out, she giggled. Then she got an idea.
Moving stealthily, Erin leaned down and ran her lips along Peter’s soft penis, then pulled back to assess the effects. Hmmm, she thought, nothing yet.
She began licking it softly from top to bottom. Peter wasn’t stirring and continued to snore. Looks like more aggressive action is needed, she decided.
Erin gingerly lifted his flaccid penis and took it in her mouth. It fits easily like this! she noted. She swirled her tongue and sucked. Suddenly, she felt it – a twitch. She kept sucking and fluttering her tongue and soon the effects were obvious. He was getting hard.
As Peter’s erection came back to life his deep sleep ended and gave way to a dream, a dream that he was getting a blowjob. Wet lips and a warm tongue were bathing his shaft. He opened his eyes into a world of confusion. It was dark and he didn’t know where he was, but when he reached down and felt a head of hair in his lap he remembered. Erin’s room. She’s blowing me? What time is it?
Within moments his cock was fully hard and Erin was climbing on top of him, easing her cunt down onto his renewed hardon, riding him slowly, up and down. Peter reached up to massage her breasts. She put her hands on his chest, leaning on him as she rode him.
The two young lovers had another torrid fuck session, rolling around on the bed, quiet but energetic, their bodies coupling in every way. By the end, Peter had cum for the fourth time and Erin had countless additional orgasms. The clock flashed 3:15am.
“I think I better go now,” Peter whispered. “I have to get home before my parents get up.”
Erin nodded. “OK,” she said with a big smile, “you can go.”
Peter kissed her.
“Want to do this again some time?” Erin asked.
“Definitely,” Peter replied as he pulled on his pants.