Chapter 10 ~ Mf
Erin's 7am alarm went off and she immediately remembered that today was THE day, and hopped up out of bed, still wearing her choker, getting ready for Helga and her morning classes. Her tutor had different students in the afternoon so classes with Erin never ran long; fortunately, Erin was a good student. She was a quick study and usually understood whatever lesson Helga was trying to teach long before she was done teaching it. Today was slightly different, Erin took practice tests for her 9th grade home school credentials, and finished in 50 minutes what was supposed to take 3 hours. Helga frowned and told her to check her answers, but Erin already had.
"Very well," she said in her German accent, "I will grade these this evening and we will know tomorrow if you are ready for the real test."
"Ok," Erin said, distracted. Two more hours until I meet Steven....
"Happy birthday young fraulein, have a vonderful birthday," and with that, she left.
Erin immediately locked the door behind her and bounded into the shower. All she could think was Steven... soon... making love with Steven.... and in spite of her young body craving stimulation, she managed to wait. It was difficult. She slowly bathed her 13 year old body, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of her hands sliding over her soft, unblemished skin, and shaved the light stubble from her legs and vagina, made sure she was squeaky clean everywhere... and rinsed off.
She stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapped her blonde hair in a dry towel, and looked at her body in the mirror, seeing herself as Steven would soon see her. Her fair skin... no tan, so no tan lines, unlike with the long days she'd spent beside John's pool. Maybe I should get out in the sun, more.... she looked at her breasts, and held them, squeezed, feeling their ever growing size and softness, and dropped them, pleased that they didn't go anywhere. She had seen movies of women as they got older and they didn't like how their breasts sagged... even her mother did that sometimes, looking in the mirror... but she didn't have that problem, yet. Boobs: check. She half turned and checked out her butt, it was slim but round and her cheeks felt firm yet soft in her hands. Butt: check. She squared off in the mirror again, seeing her hips... she definitely had them, now. She wondered how John had ever found her attractive before she started getting her feminine curves, but not without resentment.
And finally she put her hand low on her tummy, over her uterus, mentally thinking about when was her last period... about two weeks prior. She hadn't had much sex ed but she thought that meant she was right in the middle of her cycle... but she wasn't sure, and didn't care anyway. What happened, happened.
She went into her bedroom and stepped into her brown, sheer panties and bra, and went back to the bathroom. She pulled the sides of her panties a little higher on her hips, turned left and right to check out the result, and nodded. Then she pulled the towel off her head and brushed out her long, blonde hair, getting out all the tangles. After the first go over she took her hair dryer and combed as she blew it dry, getting it nice and straight. Then she got out the curling iron she had been practicing with, and gave a slight curl to her hair, making it gorgeous and wavy... she loved the look. She gave a few sprits of hair spray to keep it in place, and looked at the clock. She was supposed to meet him downstairs in 15 minutes. She got goose bumps.
She went back into her bedroom and carefully pulled the white summer dress over her head as to not muss her hair, the one that bunched up at her waist and looked really nice when she cinched it up with a matching strip of cloth. She straightened it so it was bunched up just so, and looked at herself in the mirror and gave herself a back and forth spin, causing the dress to flow left and right. Perfect.
Finally she sat on her bed and put on her heels, the white ones her mother had bought for Easter right before she was put into the hospital. She had checked them two days ago, they still fit, and she brushed the dust off of them and practiced wearing them... she wasn't used to heels, but she did ok as long as she remembered to not take long strides.
Again she looked at herself in the mirror with everything on, the loose sleeves of her dress coming down almost to her elbows, the hem of her dress falling half way between her knees and ankles, the neckline almost, maybe just barely, showing the top swell of her young breasts held perfectly in place by the new bra Ashley had picked out for her.
He is going to love me, she hoped to herself.
And then it was time.
She locked the apartment door and hid the keycard in the small pocket of her dress, and went to the elevator. She noticed her hand was shaking as she pushed the button to LM... she giggled to herself, I am so nervous, this is worse than my first time, briefly remembering John sneaking into her bedroom window, the night of her 10th birthday. Oh my god, three years ago, today. She thought that was amazing. My second first time....
After about 10 years the elevator door finally opened, the noises from the shopping plaza invading what had been a silent car, but she couldn't hear any of it. She had tunnel vision, only seeing the path ahead of her that would take her to the play area, to their bench, where they would meet. Her feet felt heavy and clumsy as she forgot how to walk, especially in the heels. She passed the pretzel shop and the food court, and the central area where sometimes they had a band playing, and the throne to meet Santa was there, behind some potted palm trees, under the skylights. She began walking toward the wing with the play area, she couldn't see it yet but was so anxious to get there... when suddenly there was someone standing directly in her path, and she almost ran into him, startling her. She took half a step back and felt like she might be losing her balance and looked up at him... it was Steven, smiling at her, beginning to raise his arms to catch her. She was teetering back and hadn't recognized him in time, and was past the point of balance when he reached forward and caught her by her upper arms. She felt his strong hands grab her, and hold her, and immediately stop her fall, and suddenly she wished they were alone, right now. RIGHT now.
He pulled her upright and stepped in close, and stammered a little, "Hi... sorry... I didn't mean to scare you.... I knew you always came in from this direction and I thought I would meet you before you got to the play area... we don't need to make it obvious to the other moms that today is a special day for us..."
Erin was close enough to him that even though he still held her arms, she was able to put her hands on his waist, and she could smell his cologne, and feel the heat from his body. It made her knees weak. "It is.... day... that is special.... ugh, I can't talk..." and they both laughed lightly.
He smiled at her, "I'm sorry I scared you, Sarah is at the daycare, do you want to..." but he was interrupted.
"Let's go. I need to be alone with you. Take me there, now." Erin said to him firmly.
Steven could take a hint, and knew when to shut up. He took her hand, and they walked together back the way from which Erin had come. She had to try a little bit to keep up with his longer strides as he walked, he hadn't realized she was so new to heels, but she managed to not stumble. She was expecting him to take her to the entrance down this way, and catch an Uber or something to his place, but instead he steered them to the bank of elevators, and called for one. She was a little confused, Are we going up to the lobby and leaving from there? she wondered.
But instead he pushed the elevator button for the floor one above her own, and swiped his keycard. Erin's eyes were wide. "You... you live in this building?"
He looked down at her, so beautiful, is her hair different? "Yeah, why?"
"But... whenever you leave the play area, you always head toward the other exit."
He looked at her blankly for a moment, then blinked, "Oh, you thought I lived out in that direction? No, I always take Sarah to the potty closest to the play area, first. Sometimes she can't make it all the way here and up the elevator."
She pulled her own keycard from her pocket and showed it to him.... "Steven, I live here, too, one floor down." She was afraid he wouldn't like that, being so close.... close was dangerous when you're cheating, she instinctively knew.
But instead he smiled, and squeezed her hand a little, "Neighbors... THAT is amazing," he said simply.
They were getting closer, leaning in, about to kiss.... when the elevator doors opened. Erin knew her face was red and her heart skipped a beat, it felt like. Seeing the hallway clear, Steven led her by the hand down the hall and around the corner, and there was only one door down there. He fumbled with his keycard and managed to get it in the slot on the third try, Erin giggled behind him, and finally the door opened and he pulled her inside.
He closed the door behind her, took her arms again and put her back against it, facing her. Erin felt like he had cornered her, trapped her, and her body shivered.
He leaned in close, looking into her eyes. Having another woman in the home he shared with his wife was a huge thing for him, and he had been fretting over it a little, but he was beyond that kind of complex thought right now, he saw only the petite woman before him, looking so beautiful, vulnerable, her lips slightly parted, her breath slightly rapid, looking back into his eyes. Coming slowly closer to her, "When I first saw you downstairs in that dress, I thought I was seeing an angel..."
"Yes..." Erin whispered, looking into his eyes as he came closer.
Then he put his hand on her waist, almost her tummy, feeling her body. "At first I was certain I should run, you are way out of my league and you knew it."
"Yes," Erin whispered, with a small smirk.
"If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up," Steven said, his lips inches from hers, he saw Erin cross-eyed, still trying to look at him....
"Yes..." she moaned, and moved in, and her lips found his.
Her head began to swim as he kissed her, she felt the world tilting and put her arms around his neck.
His kisses began soft, but he felt her move in to his body, and he felt her tongue lightly, shyly lick his lips, and that was all it took to destroy his self control. Still bent over, she is so tiny, he picked her up by the waist and held her against the door, and felt her legs wrap around him.
He held her there pinned against the back of the door, their kisses no longer sweet and gentle but passionate, wet, searching, and insistent. He took one hand from her waist down to her butt to support her weight better, she felt so soft under that dress, and she moaned into his mouth. He felt her ankles behind his back squeezing his body, and he pressed himself against her, between her open legs, and she moaned again.
Erin was no longer on Earth. As soon as his lips met her, she was out of her mind, beyond any kind of coherent thought. She had waited so long for this, someone to love, someone to love her, who would accept all of her my age with no reservations, no secrets The Circle. She had no ability to take those stray thoughts any further, the reality of Steven, here, now, his body, his heat, his scent, was too much for her senses to process. Suddenly he picked her up, and she felt his body... his large, masculine body... between her legs, and it felt perfect. Her hips were up against his stomach, and she could just barely feel his bulge... his hard bulge... against her ass. She needed, him, now. "Bed," she said into his mouth.
He didn't understand, "What?" he said back into hers.
She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Bed," and went back to kissing him, sliding her tongue over and around his.
He put his other hand under her ass and shifted his weight, now carrying her instead of pinning her to the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter and kept kissing. With one eye open he carried her down the foyer, through the kitchen and living space, and down the hall. If Erin had been looking she would have recognized the floor plan as the same as her own 3 bedroom apartment. The bedroom door was open and the blinds drawn, so he walked her into the darkened room, and put her down on her feet.
She was not tall enough to keep her arms around his neck, so they went around his waist as she looked up at him, catching her breath.
"Are you sure, Erin?" he asked softly.
"So sure... are you sure?" she asked him back.
"I've never wanted anyone more," he said, again moving his head back down to hers. They kissed passionately, again, and he could feel her fingers working on his belt. Oh my god.... and his hands were on her hips, pulling up her dress.... how was this thing attached... not wanting to break the kiss.
Erin unclasped his belt and felt him pulling at her dress, with a quick motion she reached to her waist and untied the cloth cinching it shut. She had him unzipped and was opening his pants as she felt him pulling her dress up. She stopped and put her hands over her head, letting him take it off her like she was a little girl.
He took her hands and took a step back, looking at her, her smallish breasts and slim hips hidden behind brown bra and panties, feet together in white heels, looking up at him shyly.
"Am I ok?" she asked him, her last bit of insecurity welling up.
He was looking at her, taking her in. He started to speak, but couldn't. He could feel his jaw working but could not form words. He saw her eyes get worried and managed, "Oh my god."
He saw a slight frown on her lips.
"You are the most incredible woman I've ever seen."
With that, Erin smiled and it seemed to light up the room, he couldn't help but smile back... I made her smile...
Erin squeezed his fingers, "Steven, please make love to me. Please."
Steven didn't need to be asked twice. He let go of her hands and started pulling his polo shirt up over his head, and Erin stepped forward and pulled his pants down over his hips. He still had his shoes on and they both giggled when he almost tripped when his pants bunched up around his ankles, but he fell back sitting on the edge of the bed and took them off while Erin kicked off her own shoes. Erin then helped him pull his pants off his legs and she looked at him in nothing but his boxers. She stepped between his legs where he sat, leaned over him, and started kissing him as her hand wrapped around his hard cock, in his underwear.
Through the haze of passionate Steven had a moment to think, regarding his marriage, that was the point of no return, as the tiny blonde girl grabbed his penis, and he didn't care, at all.
He groaned into her mouth as she explored his length, and quickly grew tired of the teasing, stood, and dropped his boxers to the floor. In the same movement he pushed Erin into the bed, who rolled over onto her back, looking up at him, into his eyes.
Erin watched, heart racing, as he crawled up the bed at her, like a lion stalking his prey, and it gave her another shiver. He moved himself over her small, young body... only 13, today... she could feel his weight on the bed on either side of her, and she knew she couldn't escape now even if she wanted to. And without breaking eye contact he leaned down and again kissed her, like a man dying of thirst in the desert who just found an oasis.
Oh my god just take me Steven she sent her thought up into him, bending one leg at the knee, against his side. Suddenly she felt his hand between her thighs, cupping her young, panty-covered vagina, holding it gently, but firmly, as if to say this is mine, now. As far as Erin was concerned, it was. He began to caress her and she reached down and found his hard cock, pointing at her from his lower body. She wrapped her hand around it again, bare skin, this time, and began to stroke him softly. It feels almost like John's, perfect.
Then he slipped his hand inside her panties, and she moaned into his mouth and unintentionally squeezed his cock, causing him to moan back into her mouth. She spread her thighs more as she felt his fingers gently slide between her wet lips, tease the opening of her vagina, and then slide in one finger, causing her to gasp. She heard him groan, "God, so tight," and go back to kissing her, sliding a finger into her body, and pulling it back out to caress her clit. Inside her, then gently caressing her clit. Oh my god, he knows exactly how to touch me, and she decided she needed him now, right now.
But before she had a chance to tell him, he broke the kiss and licked his way down her body, squeezing her breasts under her bra as he went by, and suddenly he was down at her knees pulling her panties off. She went to reach to him to pull him back up to her, but then he had opened her smooth thighs and before she knew it she had a tongue inside of her.
She knew within moments his tongue wasn't as long as Ashley's, but it still felt so good and she felt her hips flexing toward him, increasing the contact, needing, yearning...
But she grabbed his face, and pulled him off of her 13 year old vagina... he looked up at her, lips glistening with her juices, "I just want to make you feel g..."
But she interrupted, urgently, "No... come..." as she pulled him up her body. He crawled up over her and she adjusted herself so he was between her legs. He tried to say, "What do you want?" but she cut him off again, kissing him, and reaching down, finding his hard cock, and pulling it toward the vertex of her open thighs.
Steven quickly got the idea, and adjusted himself... she was so small he had to break their kiss as he walked up on his knees, as she continued pulling him toward her, finally finding her wet vagina with the tip of his cock. Erin lifted her knees to either side of his body, adjusting her hips, placing him against her entrance...
He hesitated, and she cried out softly in frustration and looked up at his face, he was looking down at her, "I just want you to know... I wouldn't do this... if... I didn't care about you a lot."
Erin felt too many emotions to process, the primary two being love, and need.... she cried out softly, "please...." and pulled him toward her again, arching her hips, taking his head inside.
The feeling of her lower lips lovingly kissing the tip of his cock erased all thought from his mind, and with that he thrust into her, Erin just barely had enough time to unwrap her hand from his cock as he buried it inside her small body.
For Erin it was like being struck by lightning. It suddenly all came back to her... a toy is nothing like a real cock... and she couldn't believe she had forgotten that in the eight months since she'd last had John inside of her body. She felt Steven bottom out against her cervix and she grunted as it seemed to push the breath out of her body, and she involuntarily rolled her hips and she ground it against the head of his cock, causing them both to grunt, and suddenly he was pulling back out of her, and driving back in. Taking hours to pull out of her, and then driving back in.
They fell into a rhythm. Erin held him, his head at his chest, her legs bent and her knees up at his sides. Steven knelt on the bed between her legs, his hands on either side of her head, keeping most of his weight off of the small girl as he slid smoothly in and out of her exquisite vagina. He'd only been with his wife since they got married, so long ago... and their sex had become so rote, so routine, neither of them ever got excited enough during that it was any more than an occasional stress relief, much less an expression and renewal of their love, and not even close to having the thrill of passion. Steven was feeling all of that now, though.... and the excitement of it, and the unaccustomed tightness of what he thought was merely a very petite woman, was making him lose control much faster than he'd hoped. He continued his deliberate thrusting into Erin, but after 25 seconds he felt that familiar tingle, he knew he was getting close. He paused, buried deep inside the young girl.
Erin was lost in her own haze of pleasure and had been thrusting her hips up at the older man in perfect unison, feeling him impale her body, claim it. Her arms were around his body, she was holding her head to his chest... smelling him, feeling him... as he made love to her, her eyes shut tightly, feeling herself being ridden, taken, so happily. His cock was like an anchor to her, burying itself inside her, calming the ship that was foundering in the insane hurricane of loneliness and hurt that had been silently building inside her. Here was a man, a beautiful, kind man, who wanted her. It was as simple as that. She was more than an unlovable little girl who could so easily be abandoned. She still had worth. She existed, she was alive. The proof was deep inside her, giving her so much pleasure she thought she might fill up with the joy of it and just float away.... when suddenly he stopped. She hadn't expected it, she thrust her hips against him twice more before she realized he stopped. She cried out a little, "Why did you stop?"
"Baby," he gasped, looking down at her, "I'm so close already.... I'm... sorry... it's just that you feel so good... I wasn't expecting..."
Erin understood, sometimes John would finish fast too, if they hadn't been together for a few days. She wrapped her arms tighter and squeezed him with her vagina... "Shhhh... don't stop... finish in me... please..."
"But baby I want you to c..."
"Please," she interrupted... "I need you to... I need it... inside me.... please...." she begged.
He couldn't take the pure eroticism of it.... he resumed fucking the little blonde girl, the little Erin he had met just weeks ago, down in the toddler play area. He pulled out again and rammed back in, causing Erin to cry out in pleasure underneath him. He began fucking her more deliberately, distantly he heard the bed springs squeaking in a way they never did when he fucked his wife... she was begging him to cum inside her, and he wasn't going to disappoint her. He knew he was safe to go without a condom, he knew he was clean, and she said she was too, so she must be on birth control, he knew.... his breathing came a little harder, he could feel it building. He gasped.
Erin felt it, felt him thicken inside her already so-stretched young hole. She heard him gasp, knew he was close. "Yes," she whimpered... "cum inside me baby.... please cum inside me..."
And hearing this hot little woman say those words, Steven let it go. He buried himself as far into the little girl's body as he could, he felt himself at her deepest depths, his testicles contracted forcing his semen and sperm down his cock, a good 7 inches deep into Erin's adolescent body, firing up against her cervix once, twice, five times. Remaining buried inside her to the hilt as he filled her, claimed her as a mate.
Erin felt it all. She felt the pulses firing down his cock into her body, felt the warmth spread deep inside. Felt her own contractions... not quite her own orgasm, but her body knew this feeling, remembered what happened next. Her body accepted what he gave, happily.
She cried out his orgasm with him, not feeling her own explosion, but enjoying his, having her own flood of emotions that were almost as powerful. She held him as he grunted, softer, softer.... and she held him, she felt more of his weight fall onto her as he collapsed onto his elbows. She squeezed his body, holding him, falling, falling. She felt him shift inside her, melting... she knew he was done, for now. Without a word she began to squirm down his body, still on her back.
Still catching his breath, feeling so sated but also embarrassed he hadn't managed to last longer, he was surprised when the top of her blonde head disappeared down his body. He lifted himself back on on one arm looking down, somehow she communicated with her thighs that he should adjust and straddle her, and had just enough time to smile and start asking, "What are you..." when she took his very wet cock into her mouth, suckling.
Erin heard him softly gasp, "Oh my god..." as she engulfed him, tasting him, tasting her own familiar flavors mixed with his. He was so slippery she realized she must be dripping... and loved the idea. She reached down and felt her own body as she suckled him like a newborn on her mother's breast, she felt the state he had left her in, and softly spread it around her clit, giving herself soft pleasure as she gave him comfort.
And she felt him harden, again, in her young mouth, and heard him gasp, "Oh my god, I can't believe it." She got him rock hard again and let him slowly rock his hips a few times, fucking her mouth. She then tapped him to get him to roll off of her, and when he was off she knelt beside him insisting, "Get on your back," an order he immediately obeyed. As she walked up to him on her knees she took in the scene before her, this gorgeous, naked man, hard cock wet and glistening, looking up at her with a look of wonder on his face. She liked how he was looking at her, like he was a little boy and she was a Christmas present. She took in his chest, harrier than what she was used to, but not crazy hairy. He had some hair on his stomach, too, but it looked like he trimmed his pubes quite a bit... she approved, she suddenly realized she hadn't gotten any hairs in her mouth just now. She smiled at him, and straddled him, and put her hands on his tummy as she felt his hard cock lying against her vagina. "Thank you for cumming inside me," she said to him softly, gently rubbing herself against him.
"Oh my fucking god," he said, sitting up, wrapping his arms around her, and kissed her deeply, passionately, making Erin's head spin. She ground her wet vagina against his cock as she kissed him, his tongue invading her mouth.
Suddenly she felt her bra come loose, he had unclasped it, and she broke the kiss and was giggling as he pulled it off her arms, and was going to ask how he had done that so quickly when suddenly he leaned forward and his mouth was now clasped onto her left nipple. She gasped as she felt the suction, and his tongue flicking at her. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back, small body arched backwards, holding his head to her breast as he tried to nurse from her young body, and let him switch breasts after a few moments. She felt the cool air of the room on her now wet, lonely left nipple, it felt so hard. Feeling him suck at her... hearing the sounds he was making on her skin.... was sending a tingle down to her aroused, as yet unsatisfied young vagina. She grabbed his head and with effort pulled him off of her, and he pushed him down onto his back.
Steven fell back against his pillow and looked up at her, she looked like a mad woman, hair messy, mouth open, breath ragged, now completely naked except for her choker, on top of him. He watched her adjust her hips, and suddenly he was at her entrance again, and she looked into his eyes, and groaned as she rolled her hips and again took him deep inside. So TIGHT he thought... He couldn't believe how hot she was inside her body, his cock suddenly molten hot compared to the coolness of the room. She began moving on top of him immediately, moaning softly with each thrust. He looked down at where they were joined, in the dim room he could barely make out his shaft disappearing up inside of her small frame. My god, she really looks tiny... I look huge compared to her.... as she rocked her body up and down on top of him. He looked back up at her face, saw her looking back down at him, lips still parted. He reached up and held her breasts, feeling her body shifting up and down beneath their softness. She took his hands in hers and held them against her, not allowing him to let go.
Erin felt him deep inside her... it felt like he was all the way up into her stomach... she had missed this feeling so much... and the connection of their bodies made her feel complete in a way she had forgotten she needed. As she moved him in and out of herself she watched him watching her, he seemed to look at every bit of her, fascinated by where she was taking him inside, and she loved how he accepted her, seeming to find no flaw. Their eyes met and she felt a chill down her spine, then he was holding her breasts and it was amazing, from now on every part of her belonged to him and she loved how he freely gave her pleasure. She took his hands in hers, increasing her movement over him, feeling the first stirrings deep inside, she felt like they were finding her orgasm together, and she wasn't sure she'd ever felt like this, even with John, her body had been developing even in his absence. She felt him pinching her nipples, and gasped, oh my god that feels so good... I'm going to cum soon... I'm going to cum.... and I am already SO FULL of his cum right now....I'm going to CUM.... and with that last thought, her flood gates opened, and she bore down on him, taking him as deeply as she could.
He felt her clench, and squeeze, and cry out, and suddenly he was there with her, his balls tightening again, flooding her body, holding her breasts, watching her muscles in her tummy clench and contract in time with feeling her tight pussy squeeze his pumping cock. I've got to be filling up her womb... that is so hot... as he flooded her with pulse after pulse. He felt like he was claiming her, and he felt like she knew it, and it was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. A question he'd been pondering in his mind came to him yet again, silently... infatuation, or love? Right now, with this beautiful young woman on top of him giving herself to him, he knew it didn't matter. He'd think more about it later.
Erin felt him begin to fill her again in the midst of her orgasm, and that gave her another burst of joy in the middle of her already unbearable joy, and she felt this orgasm in every nerve of her body. By the end she felt the goose bumps, and she giggled when she thought her hair might be standing up on end. She collapsed onto his chest, holding him, catching her breath.
Steven was relieved she was done... by the time she was done grinding his orgasm was done, and it was just too much stimulation. She bore down on him one more time, as if to feel him deep for just one more moment... and then giggled, falling on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her.... this feels so right. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing... now that the urgency of sex was done, he seemed to suddenly remember he was married, and in the bed he shared with his wife.
Erin fell on his chest, took a moment to catch her breath, hands folded on his chest, her chin on her hands... and looked up at him.... the look in his eyes, he looked like he was still recovering, too. She sighed as he fell out of her, and she squirmed up his body a little, so her lips could reach his. "Oh Steven," she said softly, "Thank you..." and she kissed him, softly. Over and over, thanking him over and over, between sweet kisses. And with one hand on her face and his other on her lower back, he kissed her back, head spinning, why is she thanking me? I'm the one who should be thanking her.
The minutes flew by timelessly, finally she got tired of holding herself up and rolled to his side, one leg up on his hip, his arm around her, her arm over his chest.
Steven reached down and fixed the covers, they had become rather messy, somehow, and covered them. Erin nestled closer against him, her face against his neck, he could feel her kissing him there, softly.
After a moment of silence, Steven said softly, "That was..."
And Erin finished his sentence, "Perfect."
He caressed her skin. "I was going to say amazing, but perfect also fits."
Erin gave his neck one last kiss and snuggled in. "How long do I have you?"
Steven glanced at the clock, "A couple more hours... not enough."
But two hours seemed like a lot to Erin, she smiled and squeezed him. She felt like she never wanted to let go.
His hands were roaming all over her body, as far as they could reach, with her laying on one of them as he held her. She loved the sensation, his hands felt so soft, yet so much bigger and more masculine than a girl's hands. She did the same to him, running her fingers through his chest hair, caressing his nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. She ran her hand down his tummy and giggled as he inhaled sharply... he's ticklish... and quickly ran her hand farther down, gently taking his limp, and sticky, penis in her hand. With her head on his chest she looked down at what she was playing with, she heard take a deep breath then exhale in his chest as she explored it, turning it over in her hand, gripping it, feeling its heft. She explored her new toy, knowing it wasn't really hers, but hey, if it is in my hand, it's mine. And she suddenly realized she didn't want to share.... something she never had to think about with John, who had promised to never touch another girl aside from her friends in The Circle, and only in her presence. This was a new experience for her, a new feeling.... she was a secret, and she was a little jealous. What do they call girls like me... mistresses? home wreckers? She wasn't sure, and right now she didn't care. She felt him growing in her hand. If his wife was so great, then he wouldn't be with me.
Steven gasped as suddenly she was moving down his body again, her long blonde hair tickling the skin of his chest, then tummy. He had been holding little Erin as she touched him, and he explored her curves... he loved the spot where her hip met her torso as she lay on her side, she was so soft and that curve was fascinating, to him. He had been thinking about how he had just had sex with her, he was a officially a cheater. He had betrayed his vows to his wife. He was feeling a good amount of guilt.... but this girl, here. This girl. He had a feeling she was worth it. If I had to cheat with anyone, it's with a girl like her.
But his ability to think about such things left him as he again felt her mouth on the tip of his penis. He looked down and could only see the back of her head, so put his head back on the pillow to just enjoy the sensation. He realized the way she had turned he could see her ass, her back now to him, on her side. He reached down and put his hand on her bare hip, caressing it. He heard her sigh softly and take more of him inside her mouth. He moaned as he thought to himself, I must be so messy down there.... covered with our juices...she is so sexy, licking it up... As Erin again began sliding her lips up and down his length, sucking and licking him at the same time. He had long since stopped trying to get his wife to lick him clean after sex, she wanted nothing to do with tasting her own juices. She wouldn't even kiss him after he went down on her.
Erin began bobbing her head up and down on him, and he gasped as he felt her open her throat, and take him down. This was something he'd NEVER felt from a woman, before. He had been holding her butt cheek in his hand, but when she started to deep throat him his fingers went between her thighs, and she spread her legs for him. He felt her pussy, still so wet, his fingers slipping easily between her lips. She moaned on his cock as he found her clit, his fingers slipping all over it from their combined juices. He felt her grab his hip, pulling him toward her face as she sucked, as if inviting him to fuck her mouth. He began to, gently. And he rolled slightly to his side, and grabbed her own hip, and pulled her toward him.... Erin understood his intent, and stopped sucking him long enough to turn around so her body faced him, and then attacked his cock again as he pulled her to him and dove into her young vagina, bending his neck a lot to do so... she is so tiny, he was constantly amazed to discover. This was something else he had never done before... he had never licked a pussy he had just cum in.... something else his wife had no interest in. As soon as they had intercourse, and they both finished, she was done and goodnight. Again, Steven had long ago stopped trying to go for round 2... she was just never into it.
But not this girl. Even though he found it kind of... weird... he immediately buried his tongue into her hole, and was pretty sure he could taste his semen. But it didn't matter, because right then Erin moaned, and all he cared about was making her feel good, no matter what. He drove his tongue as deep inside her as he could, pulling her hips against his face, grinding his face into her until he could feel her butt against his nose... and slipped and squirmed his tongue all around as much as he could. His ear was now covered by her thigh but he was pretty sure he could hear her moaning, and she bore down, sucking his cock like a tiny sex demon. He pulled his tongue out of her and put it on her clit, and flicked it as fast as she could. This time he could feel her moaning, his cock again deep in her throat, the sound vibrations transferring directly from her flesh to his. He licked and flicked and felt her beginning to thrust against his face, his hands wrapped around her hips and held her by her soft butt cheeks, pulling her to him even as she thrust her hips against his mouth. She stopped sucking him, he felt her rest her head against his inner thigh and began moaning, louder, faster, more insistent, until he heard, "Oh my god I'm cuuuummmminnggg...." and her bucking hips became jerky, less smooth. He knew enough to ease his assault on her clit as she started coming down, and went back to licking her up and down between her lips, she was much wetter than she had been a few minutes ago. Erin was flooded.
He rested his head against her thigh as he listened to her catch her breath, and felt her wrap her hand around his still hard cock, pumping it softly and slowly. "Oh my god," he heard her say softly from somewhere down there. "That felt so good."
"I'm so happy honey... I want you to feel good with me."
"I do," she said, and giggled. "I really do."
He chuckled back at her, enjoying the feel of her hand. But, he wanted.... "Honey, come here. I want to see your pretty face."
Oh, I like that, Erin thought. She turned around and again put one leg over his hip, her head in the cradle of his arm, and looked up at him as she grabbed his penis again and softly stroked it.
Steven looked down at her, into her beautiful face, marveling at how young she looked in the dim light, so soft and tiny, the lines around her eyes hidden in the shadows. And she was so small on him, so light, she can't weigh 90 pounds. "How tall are you, honey?" he asked without thinking.
Without breaking her rhythm on his cock, she said, "Last time I looked I was like 4'7."
"Wow," Steven answered. "Are all the women in your family so tiny?"
They were when they were 12.... oops, 13, heh, happy birthday to me, she thought to herself and gave him a little squeeze. Three years ago today was my first time. "Yeah, some of us are." But she didn't want to talk about this right now. She felt recovered, ready for more. She straddled him again. "Can you cum for me one more time, or are you too old?" she asked him with a grin. She felt his hardness behind her, standing up along her butt crack.
He grinned at her, "Hey, brat. But actually... I can't believe it, but maybe?" He rocked his hips and rubbed himself against her a couple times. "But I'm not 18 any more, be gentle with me."
Erin giggled and reached down between her legs, grabbing him, again putting him against his entrance, and lowering herself slowly with a sigh. "Ooooooohhh god you feel so good," she sighed, as she began rocking her hips, oh so exquisitely slow.
"You have no idea how you are making me feel" he gasped up at her, "you feel incredible."
Erin leaned forward, putting her hands on his stomach and using them for leverage as she began to slide up and down on top of him. "You feel so good inside me," she moaned, looking into his eyes. "I wish you could be inside me forever."
His hands on her slim thighs, he answered her, "You are so soft... so tight inside... I've never felt anything like this..." looking down at where they were joined, seeing himself disappear inside her over and over as she rode him slowly.
Still looking at his face, Erin answered, "I can feel every vein of your cock inside my pussy, I can feel you against my womb... it feels so amazing, you turn me on so much," she sighed.
"Ugh..." Steven groaned as she turned her hips, grinding him against her cervix. He grabbed her hips. "You are so wet... dripping... I love that I can turn a girl like you on, so much...." he looked back up at her face, found her eyes. "And you are so beautiful, you could have any guy you want, but you're here with me. I don't know how I got so lucky."
Erin looked down at him confused, How could he think that? He could have any girl HE wants, but he chose me.... she bent down on him, and leaned up to kiss him.... the difference in their heights almost causing him to slip out of her before their lips met. They kissed passionately, and as his tongue slipped into her mouth, now he is inside of me in two places at once, she thought with a shiver.
Steven kissed her as she rode him, my god she is so beautiful, and sexy.... yeah, this is worth risking my marriage over... and he brought his hands down to her ass, and pulled her down on him as he drove up into her. She was gasping with every one of his thrusts, looking down on him, her small breasts hanging over his chest, her pink nipples like hard points. He saw her entire body shudder with each thrust as he bottomed out inside her, her groans turning to grunts as he squeezed her ass with both hands and brought her down harder, driving up into her with more force. To his surprise he felt himself starting to tingle one more time, oh my god, she does make me feel 18 again... and she started working with him, bringing her hips down hard, moaning, "oh god... yes... harder.... harder..." in between his thrusts.
Erin felt his strong hands grab her ass and start pulling her body down onto him, taking pleasure from her. He gripped her hard and it sent a tingle up her spine. She could feel his body under her hard nipples, it added to her shivers. He was getting rough, not caring if he hurt her... and she liked it. The small amount of pain he was causing her was being turned to pleasure, and she suddenly thought of her choker, gently squeezing her neck... but then she felt it, felt him harden inside her, thicken. And the way he was stretching her, taking her, using her, was beginning to make her climb her own plateau again, and she heard his cries becoming louder, and he moaned, "Oh god I am going to cum inside you again..." and that set her off one more time, her 13 year old vagina beginning contractions once again as she felt him pump his cum... what little he had left... inside her for the third time into her unprotected womb, as she bore down, taking him in, squeezing with each wave of pleasure, milking him dry. She felt his tight grip on her ass relax as they caught their breath.
Not moving, keeping him inside her, she reached down and pulled up the covers over her back, and he finished, covering her to her neck.
"Erin," he said softly.
"Steven," she said, not moving the side of her face from his chest, enjoying the closeness as he held her, listening to his rapid heart beat.
"I am really glad I met you."
Erin started to giggle, and she ended up laughing so hard he slipped out of her.
She rolled to his side and snuggled into his shoulder again and felt him hold her, "So am I, Steven," and closed her eyes, smiling.
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