T24 Erin {Titmouse} (Mf,oral,true)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Erin
by Titmouse
(C)1999, All Rights Reserved
It couldn't have been much better if I'd dreamed it or written a
script. Erin was blonde, built, cute and 17 years old. She was short -- at
just a little over five feet tall nearly a foot shorter than I -- with high, firm
tits and a slim teenage body. Okay, she wasn't knockdown gorgeous, just
very pretty. But, other than that, it would be hard to think up something to
cavil over.
It was the `70s. I was a reporter for a small suburban newspaper
outside San Diego. In those days, I was slim myself, reasonably
handsome and 25 years old. I was definitely hip, riding a motorcycle to
my assignments, with a ponytail that hung halfway down my back. She
was a clerk in the Circulation department.
I noticed Erin soon after I started at the newspaper. We joked and
chatted over the weeks. Okay, I'll admit that I found reasons to go
downstairs and pass by her desk in Circulation when she was there. I
doubt that I was fooling anyone.
For the first several months I worked there, I was still married to my
first wife, and, when that relationship fell apart, my main efforts were
focused on another girl, a fellow reporter. She was young, too, just short
of 20. But she went away to college at Berkeley just when things were
maybe ready to get more serious.
So I began flirting more often with Erin, although not too seriously
because of her age. I didn't really think she'd be interested in an older
guy like me. It was just flirting on general principles -- until one night
when I was standing outside the back entrance to the newspaper office.
I'd been talking with another reporter who'd just left and was debating
where I wanted to go next, when the door popped open and out walked
Erin.
We chatted for a couple of minutes. She made no move to leave,
and I got the impression that she was waiting for me to suggest
something. I knew I couldn't take her to a bar for a drink so I suggested
we go get a hamburger.
"Naw," said Erin, "let's not. The folks expect me home for dinner.
Why don't we just go to your place?"
"Uh...okay," I said.
So I took her to my apartment. I got us Cokes from the refrigerator
and put some music on the stereo. When I turned around, Erin had put
her drink down and was standing right behind me. She reached up, put
her arms around my neck, and snuggled in close, standing on her tiptoes.
Her large breasts pressed against me like soft pillows.
"Kiss me," she said, raising her lips and closing her eyes. So I did.
We slid into a long, luxurious kiss. She opened her mouth to my probing
tongue. The kiss became increasingly passionate and went on a long
time. It might have gone longer except that I could feel her legs starting
to tremble from the effort of standing on her toes. I released her, and Erin
slipped down while keeping her body close to mine. Her breasts dragged
across my chest.
"Wow," she said, "that was nice. Can we do it again?"
"Sure," I said, "but why don't we sit down first?"
"Either that or my neck's gonna break."
My sofa was actually a mattress and springs, covered by an old
bedspread. We sat down together, wrapped our arms around each other
again, and locked our mouths together in another lengthy kiss.
Somewhere in the middle of it, we sank backwards and to the side,
stretching out together on the "sofa."
After a few minutes of that, I slid one of my hands to her shoulder
and then, tentatively, down to her breast. Far from disapproving, Erin
pressed her tit forward into my hand and made a little sound of pleasure
and acceptance in the back of her throat. After kneading and stroking her
breast for a while, I slid my hand under her sweater and up to her bra and
the soft flesh above it.
Erin broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Unfasten it," then
moved her mouth back to mine. I slid my hand around her back, found
the clasps, and slipped them free, thankfully without an embarrassing
struggle. Moving my hand back to her front, I found the bottom edge of
her bra and lifted it away. My palm found her firm, young breast, heavy
and warm against my hand.
"So soft..." I murmured. Erin sighed -- almost a moan -- in
response. I could feel her nipple rising, stiffening. I stroked it with a
fingertip and felt it respond.
It was around this time that something began to nag at me from the
back of my mind, but I couldn't quite focus on it long enough to figure out
what it was. Every time I tried to think about, Erin would kiss me or hug
me or press her wonderful breasts against me. I pushed the thought
aside and concentrated on what was happening. I moved my hand down
across Erin's stomach, slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. I
could feel heat and a faint dampness through her jeans.
"Ahhh..." she sighed. "Yes!" She pushed up against my hand,
rubbing her cunt against my probing fingers. I stroked her pussy firmly,
enjoying Erin's eager response, while I wondered idly what was bugging
me.
Meanwhile, Erin wasn't wasting any time. She slid a hand down
between us. I heard the pop of her jeans being unsnapped and then the
rasp of a zipper being pulled down.
"C'mon," Erin said. "Touch me." Then, before I could move to
comply, she pushed me away, grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and in
one quick motion zipped it over her head and off. She shrugged out of
her loose bra and tossed it aside, too. Catching the idea, I tugged off my
pullover and T-shirt, too.
"That's better," Erin said, and held her arms out to me. I slipped
inside them and pressed myself against her naked breasts. Rubbing my
chest against hers, I kissed her deeply. It was a deliciously sensuous
feeling, one that I've always enjoyed and especially the first time with
anyone new. I always wonder what their tits will feel like against my
chest. Erin's were soft, yet surprisingly firm for their size. The nipples
were hard as buttons and poked against my bare flesh.
Erin ran her hand down my stomach and onto my pants. Her
fingers quickly found my straining erection and rubbed it through the
material of my jeans. It jerked and swelled under her touch.
Meanwhile, I'd been busy, too. Since she'd all but ordered me to
do so, I slid my hand into Erin's open pants and over her panties, pushing
down to her crotch. Even through the cloth, I could tell her pussy was wet
and open. I stroked it a few times, then slid my fingers under the
waistband, through wiry hair and down lower to touch her sex.
"Ooh..." she cried softly. "Oh, Jesus!"
I ran my middle finger between the lips, not trying to penetrate, just
sliding back and forth in the slippery crease. Erin rocked her pussy back
and forth in time to my strokes, helping to rub it against my finger. The
nub of her clitoris was obvious at the top of her slit, like a third nipple
emerging from the folds of flesh.
"Ah, god!" Erin hissed in my ear. "That feels soooo good."
I poked my fingertip inward near the bottom of her slit, found the
entrance, and pushed my middle finger into her channel. It took several
tries, working back and forth to lubricate my finger in her plentiful juices,
but soon I was able to slide it all the way up inside her. Erin helped by
spreading her thighs wider and pushing back with her hips when I
pressed my finger inward. When I got it all the way inside her cunt, I
rolled it around, circling her cervix with my fingertip and pressing against
the sides of her tight, clutching pussy.
"Oh, baby," Erin whimpered. "That's the spot. Right there. Right
in there!" She spread her legs as wide as possible within the confines of
her slacks, now down just above her knees, and humped her pussy up
against my invading finger. With her own hand, she found my cock again
and stroked it through my pants. Then her fingers began fumbling at my
waist, pulling my belt open and unfastening the buttons on my jeans one
by one.
It was about this time that I realized what was bothering me. This
was a 17-year-old teenager, for Christ's sake! She was underage. Not
legal. I was distracted momentarily, uncertain of what to do. Erin,
however, seemed to have no doubts. While I continued to fingerfuck her,
somewhat absent-mindedly, she worked my jeans open and slid her hand
inside. She pushed her fingers under the elastic of my underwear's
waistband and down onto my prick. Her hand was warm and her palm
was damp. The feeling as she wrapped her fingers around my straining
manhood and slid her hand up and down its length was exquisite, almost
painfully good. I swelled and throbbed against her palm.
"Wow," Erin said, "that's nice. Just what I need."
It might be what she needed, but I was getting more and more
worried that it wasn't what I needed. What was I getting myself into
here? This was a co-worker, after all, and everyone knew how old she
was. What if people found out that we had...
I began to work my finger in Erin's pussy more vigorously. Pushing
it in as deep as possible, I found her clit with my thumb and rolled around
and over it while sluicing my finger in her increasingly juicy hole. Erin
groaned and trembled, her hips jerking and bucking.
"Oh, jeez," she panted. "You don't know how good that feels!
I've... It's been a while. I... I... Oh, god!"
I began to have a plan for a way out of my dilemma. I'd make her
come this way. Then I could get away without actually fucking her.
Sliding my hand out of her pussy, I began to push her pants down. Erin
joined in, raising her hips and pushing the other side down to help me get
them off. Her pants and panties slid down her legs. She kicked them off.
Pushing my finger back into her cunt, I kissed Erin passionately,
then slid down her body and wedged myself between her legs. I pulled
my finger out again, moving still lower. I grabbed her thighs, lifted and
spread them, and lowered my face to her crotch.
"Ohhhhh..." Erin moaned as I traced my tongue up and down her
crack. I pushed in closer, pressing my face into her wet folds, and drove
my tongue as deep as possible into her channel. My nose was right on
her love bump, and I rubbed it while I wormed my tongue around inside
her. Then I raised my aim and attacked her clit with my tongue, stroking
and circling and teasing it.
"G-g-g-god!" Erin stuttered through clenched teeth. "Ooooh god!
That's... that's so good. But... You... Ooooh!" Her hands clutched
weakly at my shoulders, trying to pull me upward.
I was pretty sure what she wanted. Erin was getting close to
coming. She wanted me to put my cock where my tongue was. Her hips
jerked and rolled as I licked her pussy. The idea was certainly appealing.
Hell, I would have liked nothing better than to ram my cock into her cunt
and fuck her silly. But I'd decided to pass. In my slightly crazed state, it
seemed to make sense. Making her come with my tongue wasn't fucking
her, wasn't a violation of her underage status. Okay, so it wasn't strictly
logical. I admit it, but that's what I was telling myself at the time. Splitting
(and spitting) hairs.
So I redoubled my efforts, sucking on her pussy while my tongue
flicked across her clit, over and over again. She was wet and fragrant.
Between my tongue and her juices, her cunt was a swamp. Erin gave up
her feeble attempts to pull me upward and clasped her hands behind my
head instead, pulling my face into her middle and bucking up her hips to
press herself closer and rub her clit and pussy against my teasing,
stroking tongue and lips.
"Ooooooh!" she cried. "Oh, god, yes! Oh, do it! Lick it, baby. Lick
my pussy! Ah! Ah! That's so good! Yes!"
A shudder ran through her body, then another. Erin gave a high,
whining squeal, and fell off the mountain.
"Oh, god, I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Umpf! Omigod!" Her thighs
squeezed my head, fell open, squeezed again. Her head whipped from
side to side as she let out a series of unintelligible cries of wanton
passion, hips jerking so hard that I had to wrap my arms around her
thighs to keep my mouth centered.
I kept after her for a long time, renewing my attack, backing off,
then chewing at her pussylips and clit again. Erin whimpered and cried
and pressed herself against me. Finally, she shifted her hands to my
forehead and pushed me away.
"Oh, pleeease," she begged. "Enough! Oh, god! Please! Stop!" I
resisted for a moment, then relaxed and lifted my face from her pussy, but
continued to run my tongue around and over the lips occasionally and
poke it into her hole now and then. Erin shuddered, jerked, and pushed
me away again. I relented and move up beside her. She hugged me and
kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and licking her own
juices off my lips and face.
"God," she said, after a while, "I really needed that." We continued
to cuddle and kiss for several minutes while Erin got her breath back.
Before long, she slid her hand down my front and grabbed my prick again.
It had softened somewhat in the interim but quickly jerked back to life.
"Now it's your turn, baby," she said. "I want you to do it to me. Put it in
me. Come on!" Her hand tugged at me, trying to pull me cock toward her
pussy. I resisted.
"What's wrong?" Erin asked puzzled. "Don't you want to?"
"I can't!" I blurted. "You're too young. It just isn't right."
Erin froze for a moment, giving me a funny look.
"You're kidding," she said, uncertainly.
"No," I said. "I just don't think I should."
Erin cocked her head, trying to decide if I was really serious. Then
her hand resumed its slow stroking. Reaching a decision, she gave my
cock a squeeze and began to worm out of my embrace, kissing her way
down my chest.
"Okay," she said. "Don't fuck me then. I'll give you a blowjob
instead."
I sputtered and protested as Erin slid down my body, her naked
breasts dragging erotically over the tops of my thighs. Giving me a
wicked grin, she grabbed my penis and popped the head between her lips
and slid them down onto the shaft.
I protested, but the truth is that I didn't want her to stop. Despite
being 25 and somewhat experienced, I'd never had a blowjob before. My
ex-wife had never wanted to do that sort of thing. Objections aside, there
was no way in hell I was going to stop Erin if she wanted to give me a
blowjob. And, after all, I wasn't doing anything illegal to her. She was
doing something illegal to me.
Wrapping her small hand around my erection, Erin held it up
straight and licked the underside like an ice cream cone. She opened her
mouth wide and, sticking out her tongue, ran it around and around the
head.
The feeling was incredibly sensuous. My ex-wife had actually had
her mouth on my dick once, but she hadn't enjoyed it much and had only
licked at it reluctantly for a short time, just enough to get me good and
wet, before she had clambered up to straddle me and put it in the usual
spot.
This was different. Erin was obviously enjoying what she was
doing, and she'd already announced her intention to keep doing it. I was
a little uncertain whether her idea of a blowjob included going all the way,
but I thought that was what she meant. At least, she hadn't said anything
so far about not coming. And she had said "instead."
Meanwhile, Erin had wrapped her lips around the head of my cock
and was sucking on it wetly, moving her head up and down just enough to
make her rough, cat-like tongue rub deliciously against the sensitive
underside. As I watched her, she looked up at me, winked, and then
slowly slid her mouth down my meat, taking me deeper and deeper, until I
felt the tip touch the back of her throat. Erin gagged a little and backed
off, but then immediately pushed forward again, taking a little more with
no sign of discomfort. Keeping my cock deep in her mouth, she rolled her
head from side to side, making my cock shaft rotate in her lips.
Erin pulled her head back until my prick popped out, causing an
audible smack from the suction. She slid her hand up the shaft, slipping
easily over the wetness from her mouth, and pumped it up and down
several times.
"Like that?" she asked, grinning.
"Oh, shit yes," I managed to croak. Her smile got wider.
She lowered her face and guided my cock between her lips again.
Then she began to slide her mouth up and down it, pressing me with her
lips. At the top of each stroke, I could feel her tongue slither from side to
side under the head of my prick.
I watched Erin's blonde head pump up and down, saw her lips drag
outward as she pulled back, then push inward as her mouth moved down
the shaft. The slow, slick, sensuous feeling was absolutely unique. She
was sucking my cock. This was what a blowjob was like. It was the most
exciting thing I'd experienced since the first time I'd made love.
And, unlike my ex-wife, Erin seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly.
There was no sense of reluctance or repugnance. She pushed her mouth
up and down my cock enthusiastically, making wet, smacking sounds with
her lips. She shifted speeds now and then, first slow and sexy, then fast
and demanding, then slow again. I groaned in appreciation.
"Jesus, Erin," I panted, "that feels so good!"
"Ummmmmm," she moaned in response, her mouth too full for
anything else. The moan vibrated through my prick and into my body,
sending a chill up my spine.
It had been a couple of months since the last time I'd made love
and a couple of weeks since I'd resorted to masturbation for relief. In
other words, the pump was primed. Any stimulation would have done the
trick. This completely new experience, this wet, warm and sensuous
sucking was rapidly pushing me toward the edge.
"Oh, god," I moaned, feeling I had to warn her but not wanting her
to stop. "Be careful or you'll make me shoot."
Erin raised her head, pulling her mouth off me, and smiled
wickedly.
"Really?" she asked, mocking. "You mean that sucking your cock
will make you come? Oh, no!" She squeezed my prick with her hand and
pumped it up and down. Then she leaned down and lick the head.
"I want you to come, silly," she said. "That's the whole idea." She
gave the head another lick. "I want you to come in my mouth. I'm gonna
suck your cock until you do. Understand?"
"Yes," I managed to say.
"Good," Erin said. "I'm glad we got that settled." She looked down
at the prick she was holding in her hand, licked the head again, ran her
tongue around it, then took it deep into her mouth and began to slide her
lips up and down the shaft.
I'd cooled down slightly but started heating up again immediately.
Now, instead of just holding my cock with her hand, Erin began pumping it
along the length, following her lips up and down the shaft, squeezing me
with her palm as well as her lips. She was jacking me off into her mouth,
adding the friction of her clutching fingers to the licking, sucking, fluttering
stimulation of her lips and tongue. It felt really good.
Erin could tell she was getting to me. My ragged breathing and
quivering legs were probably a strong hint. She sped up, her head and
hand stroking up and down on my raging, straining hard-on. She was
gasping air through her nose and moaning -- almost growling -- in the
back of her throat, sending thrilling vibrations into my cock. I moaned too,
and she attacked me even more emphatically. She wanted it. She was
demanding it.
I felt my come building, an electric tingling that spread out from my
middle to my farthest extremities. I groaned again as the feeling surged
through me. I was going to come. I cried out, half in warning, half in
exultation, and shot my sperm into Erin's hot, sucking mouth.
She moaned with excitement and pleasure, wrapping her lips
around the head of my cock, sucking at it, while her hand whipped up and
down the length. I spurted once, twice, three times, as hard as I had ever
come. Erin gulped convulsively as my load spattered into her throat.
When I collapsed limply, she slowed the pace but continued to
nurse at my cock and slide her mouth up and down it every few moments.
I jerked and trembled as electric shocks continued to shoot through my
body in response. Her lips and tongue massaged my cock, rolling it about
in her warm oral cavity. Finally, it was too much, and I had to pull back,
reluctantly sliding my cock out of her mouth.
A dribble of sperm trickled out of one corner of her mouth. Erin
poked her tongue out and licked it up, then tilted her head back and
swallowed lasciviously.
"Ummmm," she said. "Delicious!"
That was the first time but by no means the last with Erin. Having
gone that far, I had to admit that my technical objection was pretty silly.
Also, as it turned out, she was less than two months shy of 18 anyway,
and that barrier was soon removed. Before long, we were getting
together every week or so. The next time we went to my place, I tossed
aside what little remained of my earlier reluctance and shoved my cock in
her tender pussy. Both of us enjoyed it thoroughly and repeated it many
times.
For various reasons, we never became a regular couple (despite
regular coupling). She left her job at the newspaper and went to work for
an accounting firm. I moved on to other women. Still, we'd run into each
other from time to time. Almost always that led to at least one more
session of madly passionate fucking. The last time I saw her was more
than a decade after we first made love, with a similar result.
I wonder where she is now?
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End of 'Erin' by Titmouse.
Story 24
Author's Note:
This story is basically true, with only minor distortions and some changes
to protect the wicked. There's a lot more to the story of Erin and me. In
some ways, we've remained lifelong friends. Since this story was written,
for example, we've managed to locate each other again after almost a decade.
We haven't gotten together, although we've written and talked on the telephone.
First, I was in a relationship, then she was in a relationship. One of these
days, though, we'll both be free at the same time and then, oh mama!
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