Erica's First Taste [Adventures Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...
Just when you thought my adventures were over...I'm baaaaaaaack! Yeah, I've got another story for you. Remember Anthony? Well, soon after the porn incident, he started driving me home late every Friday night after I babysat for he and his wife. It started off pretty innocent and fun at first. You know...simple flirting, like tickling me and putting his hand on my knee.
Was I attracted to him? Yes. Very. He gave me butterflies. It grew, that feeling, into something else. His wife Dominique was home fast asleep, so there was no need for him to rush. We started parking down the block from my house and making out. That progressed to touching. I ached every time I stopped him and we drove the rest of the way to my house so he could drop me off. I inevitably ended up in my bed those nights, rubbing my soaking wet pussy to a delicious, mind-blowing orgasm, imagining just what ended up happening one night soon after in the front seat of his car.
It was the first time I'd ever had a dick in my mouth. I'd had some in my hand and grinded against some at parties. But I'd never been brave enough to initiate and the boys I'd been with had never been bold enough to ask, so I'd never actually tasted the thick length of a dick before. Until that night. Anthony parked the car down the block, which had become the routine. We proceeded to kiss and touch and do all those things we'd been doing for the past few weeks.
I had his dick in my hand, stroking it fast and hard, making him moan as he shoved my skirt up and pulled my panties aside. I'd learned quickly to wear skirts instead of jeans, giving his probing fingers easy access to my yearning pussy. He almost inevitably made me cum within a few minutes, shuddering against him, squeezing his dick in my hand until pre-cum leaked from the tip.
That night, he didn't stop after that first time. He grabbed me, my hair in his hand, pulling my head back so he could kiss me...hard...his tongue probing deep into my mouth. His fingers kept pistoning in and out of my flesh, his thumb rubbing my throbbing little clit. I twisted and arched against him, aching for that second cumming, working for it, rocking on his hand and begging him to make it come to pass.
That's when he lowered my head slowly to his lap. I remember understanding what he wanted, but being afraid. Afraid I'd do it wrong, or not know how. It really didn't matter, though. He was good at guiding me, sliding my mouth down onto his dick. I remember gagging a little, feeling him back off and catching my breath. So this is how it was done! Up and down with my mouth and tongue, the same motion I'd been making with my hand.
It was sloppy and uncontrolled, but I don't think he cared. My ass was in the air, my panties pulled down around my knees, my skirt up, and if a passing car had gone by and looked in, they might have gotten quite a view. He distracted me with his hand, fingering me as I sucked him, my pussy already on fire from his earlier attention. It didn't take me long to catch his rhythm and I ground my hips, sometimes forgetting about the throbbing dick in my mouth altogether.
The sound of his breath, his words, filled my ears. "Good girl, fuck yeah, such a good girl! Suck it, baby, that's it! SUCK ALL DAT BIG DICK! God ,that's so good baby...Erica..." My whole body filled with warmth and I sucked him harder, faster, making him buck and moan. I wanted something from him, I just didn't know what. I wanted something for myself, too. His fingers worked expertly in my pussy, finding my clit and rubbing, making me moan around his dick. I was so close to exploding I thought I would die!
I couldn't say anything...my mouth was too full of him, but I felt my climax coming and it made me suck him even harder. I was going crazy all over his dick, licking, sucking and slurping, the noises obscene and loud in the front seat of the car, the windows fogging with our panting breaths. I was cumming with his dick buried down in my throat, gagging on it at the same time as I rocked with my orgasm, fucking his hand, wanting more, more, more.
He cried my name out then...and it happened. I cried out, too, in surprise, as thick, hot spurts of cum flooded my tongue. I didn't know what to do but swallow it, wincing as the sweet nectar slid down my throat. It just kept coming, and he shuddered and grabbed my head, keeping me there, filling my mouth to overflowing again, so I had to swallow...again...and again. God, there was so much of it! Hot, sugary, pulsing waves of it as he cried out, "Oh fuck, oh God, oh yeahhhh baby yeah!"
He kissed me when it was over. Pulled my mouth to his and kissed me hard. He thanked me, too, and whispered into my ear what a good girl I was. I wanted to do it again. He was soft now, his dick and nuts just a fleshy mass at the base of his zipper and when I reached for him, he stopped me. Still, the longing in me didn't stop. I wanted more. I would be sure to get it the next time.
I definitely learned alot messing around with him...how to suck his dick, how to make him wait for it, how to tease him and take him to the edge. But I'll never forget that first time, the sweet surprise of it and the longing to just suck and suck and suck...to get my good girl reward.
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