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 about.
It was the `70s. I was a reporter for a small
suburban newspaper outside Los Angeles. 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. Technically, 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?
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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