"Shit, Eric. Looks like you just might get all the cum you want," I said.Eric looked at no one while his face turned red."Just promise me one thing," ... said a moment later. "Don't become a professional dick sucker and make your living on it. I'd hate it if I had to pay you for a blow job."He looked up at me and said, "You don't have to worry about that. You'll never have pay me to blow you."Then to Joey, Eric said, "Sorry, but Tim's my first customer. But you can be second.Eric looked at the. "Really? Thanks, you are so nice. What kinda car you got?" A black '69 Camaro." "Wow! What are we waiting for then?" she exclaims and stumbles out the door, pulling me by the hand. We make it out to the parking lot and I point out my car."Holy shit!" she screams. "Now this' a car!" I help her in and drive her back to my apartment, stealing glances at her incredible figure along the way. I open the door to my apartment and happily help her take off her high heels, catching her before she fell on. We were always sneaking off somewhere to fool around for a minute or two, making out (snogging), usually with my left hand on my throbbing cock and my right hand in her soaking wet panties. Well, that evening I stayed for dinner and her parents drove me home. She rode with, of course, her folks in front talking about something (I can't remember what), and us two in the dark backseat. Now, we were both extremely horny and she was wearing a skirt, so... I slid my left hand across her bare right. Then three.Next, I felt the tip of a lovely cock at my entrance, wanting inside, quite persistently, pushing, pushing, pushing. As you said, 'Push out like your going to the bathroom, pretty Amber. I did, and felt you enter me slowly. It really felt nice and was what I wanted.It hurt just a little going in, but, once in, I got used to it quickly. I tensed and you slowed down, knowing my pussy was stretching to accommodate your cock pushing inside me. you slowly pushed it in, sliding deeper just.