Erin raised her eyebrows and said, “Bold, Dave.”
She tilted her head up and kissed him softly, lingering, and again with more pressure, parting her lips, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Dave let it happen, pushing away the hesitancy, the little nagging guilt that was slowly becoming a distant memory. They made out like a couple of horny kids, Dave trembling with excitement at the feeling of a woman’s lips against his. This was different from that kiss on the beach. That had been a moment of passion, yes, but not like this. This time, they were in a position to take it further, if he was willing. Erin caressed his chest with her hand, signaling that she was certainly willing.
“Take me upstairs,” She whispered.
Dave gulped and found himself standing, pulling her up with him by the hand. He dimmed the lights in the bedroom, closed the door, and turned to the bed. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Erin, laying on her side in the loose top and jeans, her blonde hair spilling over one of the pillows as she lay on her side. Her curves were perfect. Her eyes caught the low light. That familiar, crooked smile played on her lips, which looked so wonderfully kissable.
“God, what a view.” He breathed, and Erin’s grin grew wider.
He joined her on the bed, and excitedly took up where they’d left off, kissing, letting his hands roam across her back, down her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips, where her top left her belly bare. Erin mewled in appreciation of his touch, and returned it, sliding her hands under his shirt, nails raking lightly against his chest, her hot, trembling palms flattening to glide over his chest.
Her hands sank further, further, and came to rest on his crotch, massaging his hard cock through his jeans. He groaned into her mouth, sucking at her tongue. She undid his belt, snapped the button on his pants, unzipped it, and her fingers slid inside, lightly teasing his dick through his boxers.
Dave stopped, looked into her hungry gaze, and swallowed, saying, “It’s…been a long time since anyone…since…”
She put her finger to his lips, brushing them softly.
“Take your time,” She whispered back, “We have our whole lives. Right now, it’s enough just to be here, like this, with you. You know…” she hesitated, “it’s…well, I’ve never actually…done it.”
That caught Dave by surprise. When Casey had said that Erin was “saving it for him,” it hadn’t actually registered.
“I wanted it to be you,” Erin said, and kissed him lightly.
“Erin…”
“I…Dave…I love you.”
Dave wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, and kissed her ear.
“You’re the most amazing woman, and I love you, too. You make me feel…alive.”
He felt wetness on his cheeks, and when he looked at her he saw small tears in her eyes.
“You make me feel the same,” She said, “Like I can do anything.”
“You can,” he said.
Erin wiped at her eyes, and collected herself. In a flash, her grin returned, and her eyes were smoldering.
“Anything?” She asked.
He nodded.
She gently pushed him onto his back, and when he blinked, she was on top of him, straddling his crotch. She peeled away her top, revealing the most marvelous set of breasts Dave had even seen. She wore a slinky, white bra, which pressed her big tits together so invitingly. Her hair was a wild dervish of gold across her shoulders, down her back, stray locks hanging over her eyes. She slid her body along his, and found his mouth again, locked her lips against his, and kissed.
She stroked his face with one hand, and whispered in his ear, “Can I make your cock hard?”
He swallowed, feeling hot, and said, “You already did.”
“Can I take it out? Can I stroke it, and suck it?”
“Oh, God…”
“I can be all yours, Dave,” She whispered, her warm hands against his skin, her hips rocking against his erection, “You can do anything you want with me. You can have me any way, any time, however you like. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
He nodded, dumbstruck.
“You can have my sexy mouth wrapped around your fat cock, anytime you want it,” She teased, “I’ll be your personal, blonde, little teenage, Barbie, fuckdoll,” she hissed, “and you can do anything to me.”
“Fuck…” Dave said, and felt his cock twitch against her rocking hips.
“Do you want your own, sexy, fuckable, teenage pussy toy, baby?”
Dave nodded. There was only one answer to the question.
“Jesus, where did you learn to talk like that?” He managed to say, shocked, but more aroused than he could ever remember being.
Erin got on her knees, and wiggled out of her Jeans, casting them aside. She stood over him, and whipped her hair back. Dave was in awe of her perfect body. He just watched, enrapt, as she pulled off his jeans and tossed them across the room. He found himself pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Erin ground her warm body against him, slithering along him like a snake poised for the kill, and she sucked at his earlobe.
“You like the way I talk?” She asked, “I love talking dirty, Dave. Do you want me to stop? Will you spank me for saying bad words, like you’re my mean daddy?”
“Don’t stop…” He found himself answering.
“No? You want me to keep saying dirty things? You want me to be your little porn slut?”
She kissed his neck, grinding her warm, panty-covered pussy against him.
“Yes!”
“I love porn sluts,” she went on, “we can watch porn together, and you can fuck me so hard, while we do it. I’ll do anything you want. You can fuck my mouth. My pussy. My ass. I’ll belong to you, like a wet little pet ready to do anything that pleases you.”
She slid down his body, until she was looking up from between his legs, stroking his cock through the thin lining of his boxers. Her breath was hot against his cock as she teased him. Then, she pulled his dick out and held it, stroked it lightly in her hand. God, it had been so long.
“Can I suck it?” Erin asked playfully in a little girl voice, “Can I suck your cock, Daddy Dave?”
Dave shivered. She hadn’t called him that in years. It was sick, he knew, but right now all he wanted was to feel her lips around his aching cock. Her tongue flicked along his shaft, and she stared up at him as she licked along his length, stopping to caress his cockhead with her tongue.
“Yes!” He begged.
“Uh uh,” she said, licking again, “You have to be dirtier than that. I’m not a girl anymore, remember? I’m your little blondie slut Barbie. What do those mean daddies tell their little Barbie sluts in the pornos?”
“Suck it,” Dave said, “Suck my cock!”
Erin slipped her lips over his cockhead and lovingly fucked it with her lips, then slowly engulfed his shaft, making Dave groan as her warm throat swallowed him in a tight tunnel of pure joy. Unconsciously, he gripped her blonde hair and held her head as she moved up and down, up and down, pleasuring his penis with relish. She hummed and moaned happily as she worked, quickly bringing him to the brink. Then, she stopped, pulled away, slid up beside him. She jerked his cock with her saliva, and made out with him, the sound of their wet, smacking lips filling the dim room. She brought him close, backed off and fondled his balls, and then ramped him up again. The delightful torture seemed to last for ages as he lost himself to the pleasure of her hand, tongue, and lips.
“You want to cum for me, don’t you?” she hissed.
“Yes!”
“You want to cum in my hot pussy, don’t you?”
“Fuck! Yes!”
“You want to push your cock so deep in my young, teenage pussy, just like those porno girls, and fuck it until you cum?”
Dave groaned, a breath away from losing it.
“You can, if you want to,” Erin said, “but you have to do something for me. You have to promise me.”
“Yes!”
“If you do, I’ll do anything you want, baby. Will you promise me?”
She slowed her pumping on his shaft, but he was so close.
“Yes!” he groaned.
“I’m your daughter’s best friend,” she said, and kissed him, jerking him faster, “We do everything together, don’t we?”
Dave nodded, unsure where this was going, but right now all he could think about was his overwhelming need to spew his load.
“You can fuck your daughter’s best friend, any time you want. Anywhere. However you like. But, you have to do just one thing.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m so close!”
“Please, please for me, baby. Just one thing.”
“Yes!” Dave cried, his dick quivering just on the edge as she stroked him.
She pressed her lips against his ear, stroked him, moaning excitedly, and whispered, “You have to let Casey watch when you pop my cherry. You have to let your daughter watch you fuck my pussy for the first time.”
“Oh fuck!” Dave lost it. It was too much. He couldn’t resist. His over-excited mind conjured an image of Casey, dressed in a tank top and her panties, openly masturbating as he fucked her best friend.
Erin quickly sank down and engulfed his cock, letting him spurt his pent up charge into her mouth, swallowing and sucking eagerly, moaning and purring as she encouraged him to shoot his spunk onto her tongue. Dave cried out, his body rigid as the most powerful orgasm of his life swept away all coherent thought. His entire being seemed to be his spurting, jerking cock in the sucking confines of Erin’s mouth. He imagined just how wonderful her pussy would feel as he pushed his dick into it, how it would grip and pull at him excitedly while he filled it just like this. While Casey watched. While his daughter watched. While his daughter watched him take her best friend’s virgin pussy.