Peter Smith grew up during the 1970's in a working-class home environment. His father worked Monday through Friday for the school district maintenance department. His mother volunteered at the schools and taught piano lessons at home to the neighborhood kids. Peter was an only child who liked to know what to expect for each day.
Weekends were challenging without the school schedule, except for Saturday evenings. Every Saturday his parents would go to bed a little earlier than usual, for their "reading time," as his mother so emphatically assured him every week. Peter was given strict instruction to NEVER disturb them at this time. He deduced his father read some very interesting books that made him yell in excitement. As much as Peter secretly searched, he never found any material that would warrant such expression as his father voiced. His mother must have read books or magazines that were boring, because he never heard her exclaiming over them.
They always stayed in their bedroom a little longer than usual on Sunday mornings. Sometimes Peter would bring orange juice to his mother in the morning, for her headache. On those Sundays, his dad would make some pancakes and they would read the Sunday paper together at the kitchen table. His mother would come in late morning, saying she was feeling better now, and would clean up for them. When she didn't have a headache on Sundays, breakfast was always larger and often consisted of eggs, toast, bacon and fresh fruit, in addition to pancakes. Peter was happy to help her with some clean up on those mornings. He made sure to put all the items back in the refrigerator for her before he went out to find his friends to play with. His father, sitting in his Lazy Boy chair, would call out to him to be home before supper.
Peter had his high school buddies to thank for finally figuring out what his parents did every Saturday night. Once he uncovered the meaning of sex, there was no stopping him. He took the task quite seriously. He studied by first reading as much as he could find. The pickings were slim. One of his buddies gave him some torn up and smudged magazines with mostly naked girls on the covers. He added his own marks to the pages with all the masturbating he did in front of the magazines. Peter got really good at jacking himself off, but it was not until he turned eighteen that his sexual education truly began.
Peter had been going out to parties since he was seventeen. Every Friday and Saturday night he was either at a party or a school game and then an after party. He finally got lucky on a Saturday evening in his last month of high school. It was at a party across town, following the baseball season playoff win. His buddy's older sister, Mary, was in town. She told their parents she was going with her younger brother to keep an eye on him, but she had other ideas in mind.
Mary took immense pleasure in finding all the virgin boys over eighteen and fucking them until they begged for her to stop. Her trips back home from college were always a joy to her, especially finding her brother's friends who needed a little help from an experienced woman. They always came so fast but were eager to learn and would do about anything she told them.
Mary quickly found Peter after he'd arrived at the party. She squirmed under his arm and cuddled into him. Mary was petite, an advantage for slipping under arms and flattening herself against bodies. She had C cup breasts, a smaller waist, and large hips. Men and teenage boys were naturally attracted to her body shape and she knew how to use her looks and body. Her head came up to Peter's shoulder, her boobs pressed into his lower ribs, and her arms went around his waist. Peter was pushing six feet and not done growing. Mary stretched up on her tippy toes and kissed his neck.
"Hey there, you're Pete, right? I'm Mary. You're cute!"
The way she shortened his name made Peter feel like a grown up. It was at that moment he became Pete, the "r" forever dropped, flung aside as were his other childhood toys. She forced him to look at her and flashed her most charming smile. He grinned ear to ear at the attention of a hot older woman hanging onto him in the middle of a crazy, loud party.
"Yeah, I'm Pete!"
He had to talk really loud to be heard over the music blasting from the record player's amplifier and speakers.
"How do you know my name?"
"Your friend Rick is my brother! We've met last year before I went off to college, but you were a lot shorter then and not as hot looking! You want to dance with me, or just chat?"
Pete was not an idiot and took this as one of the clues he'd read about in an article on how-to pick-up woman. This was from a magazine he "borrowed" from a friend's house. Pete thought maybe his luck was about to change. He took her hands and led her to an open space. A slow dance was playing, and he wrapped his arms around her. Mary moved her body against his, gyrating her hips and chest. His hands fell down her back to her ass, and he let them explore her skintight jeans.
He bent his head down and kissed her. Mary pulled his head down and sucked his tongue into her mouth. She twirled hers around and ran her lips up and down his tongue, grabbing his ass at the same time. She snuck one hand in front of his jeans and cupped his groin, squeezing a little as his package grew. Pete took the chance, leaned to her ear, and said,
"Hey, you want to get off this dance floor with me?"
"Of course I do, silly! Let's go find an empty room!"
Mary grabbed his hand and went upstairs, opening doors until they found an empty bedroom. Pete shut and locked the door. He didn't know whose room this was, one of the kids it looked like. As he turned around, Mary was right there. She was taking off her sweater, and then unzipped and stepped out of her jeans. Pete just stood there. He couldn't believe this was finally happening for him. She didn't waste any time. Mary crawled on the bed and sat there in her underwear. She told Pete to take all his clothes off. He did so, watching her the whole time. When he finally slid his underwear off, Mary whistled.
"I thought you were packing a punch there! You have a very impressive cock and it's eager to play! Come here, and take these off me."
Mary held her arms over her head and shimmied her chest on the bed. Her tits swayed side to side and Pete stared at the suddenly perk nipples. He felt his cock grow longer, how, he didn't know but didn't care. Peter practically fell on the bed in his rush to assist her. He crawled and knelt in front of Mary, trying to decide the best way to release her dancing titties. In his haste he forgot his cock was sticking straight out and was now right in front of her face.
"Can't wait, can you?" Mary licked him once across his circumcised head. "I can suck you more later, but reach around and unhook me! I want you to suck my tits first!"
Pete was about to explode right there. Fortunately, Mary swiveled on the bed and presented her back to him. He studied the contraption and separated the two ends of material. They fell of her body as she shook her shoulders. Mary promptly pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. Her panties were still on and she sat over his cock, pressing it onto his stomach and along her slit. Mary lowered her chest over Pete's head and dangled a puckered nipple over his mouth. He grabbed it with his mouth and went to work. He didn't think, he just let his instincts and emotions take over. With his hands free, he ran them up and down her back and across her butt. His fingers slid between her thighs and explored her thin cotton panties and what was outlined underneath. They were so wet, and she was so fuckin' hot.
Mary kept moving on top of him. He tried the other tittie. It was just as tasty and he bit it gently. She moaned. He did it again and at the same time pushed a finger inside her slippery hole, surprised at how easily it went in. His finger went in all the way up to the base. She ground into his hand and moved her hips in circles. Pete kneaded her ass cheeks, sucked her tit and explored deep inside her secret hole. He was in heaven. If this was what had been happening every Saturday, he didn't understand why it was only once a week! He could do this for hours every day.
Mary suddenly pulled her tit out of his mouth and got up off of him, also removing his finger from her hole. Peter thought he'd done something wrong.
"Wait! What's wrong? Didn't you like that?"
"Oh, I liked that very much, but Pete, but I want your big, glorious cock inside me! Hold still while I put this on."
Mary had gotten off the bed and pulled some little square packages out of her purse. She ripped on open, then rolled a condom over Pete's rock-hard cock. Mary lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and smiled at him.
"C'mon, I'm waiting for you!"
Pete lowered his body over hers and guided his swathed appendage into her entrance. He almost came entering her. He kept going in until his balls were touching her ass. And then he moved. Pete pumped her, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness, faster and faster. It was over in two minutes. He sprayed the inside of the sheath as he pushed into her, shuddered, then collapsed on top of her. Mary squirmed underneath him, rubbing her clit against him. She gave him another minute before pushing him off and showing him how to remover the condom with the contents intact.
"Take this into the bathroom and wrap it in toilet paper. Throw it in the wastebasket and wash off. Then come right back, I've got to teach you how to take care of me."
Pete was floating on air. He'd just laid his first girl and she was hot as hell and was showing him what to do. She liked him and called him Pete, not Peter. He was being summoned back the bed to be taught something he wasn't sure of yet, but had no doubt he'd enjoy. This was turning out to be the best and the hottest night ever! He did as told as quickly as he could. When he came back, she was still on her back on the bed, her knees up and feet open to the side. She had one hand in her crotch and was rubbing her skin.
