Chapter 3 ~ Mf, f
That is how things went for a while. Erin finally had her sexual release with the collar, and at most times when she was alone she had it on, giving herself pleasure. With the collar she was an entirely different girl, nothing bad had ever happened to her, nothing had ever been lost, she only explored new ways to feel, always working toward the next orgasm. She masturbated in every room in their apartment, even on her mother's bed. One day there was a carrot in the fridge... she peeled it, soaked it in warm water, and inserted it. It was a little too thin, but afterwards she ate it raw for a snack. Looking through her mother's underwear drawer one day she found a vibrator... that old slut, she thought... and she fucked herself with it, and didn't wash it before putting it back. With her collar on she was bold, and almost reckless. Sometimes she would stand naked in the big window of her high rise apartment, wondering, hoping, if someone was watching her. Sometimes she would pull a chair over in front of the window and spread her legs wide and masturbate while looking over the city, at all the sexy girls and daddies out there. Sharing herself with them. She would never know that after a few weeks there were three telescopes in other buildings focused on her apartment window.
And in the late afternoons before her mother got home she would take off the collar, feel the dull ache from her vagina, and feel shame. The shame was growing stronger, but so was her desire for the collar, and more stimulation. She was beginning to crave... something... more and more. Something she wasn't getting on her own, with her fingers and toys. She could feel, smell, and taste something in her head, something for which she yearned, but she couldn't place it. Then the collar would go on and she became a creature of appetite, not reflection.
Sometimes she slept in the collar, and her dreams were vivid, and she made love to John over and over, cumming with him over and over. Waking up physically exhausted told her she wasn't just dreaming about having orgasms, she was having them in her sleep. She began to save the "sleeping in the collar" for weekends so she wasn't half asleep when her tutor was over on weekday mornings.
Her mother never thought to ask her why her neck was sometimes red when she got home from the shelter, on those days when Erin would choke herself with it, a little. Erin was needing more stimulation.
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On days when her Mom was home, or her vagina needed a break, she'd walk down to La Mercada and hang out. She'd have a pretzel, browse around the stores, mostly clothes. She'd watch the other kids, there were some cute girls, and the guys were all right, but guys her own age did nothing for her. She'd watch how the girls were doing their hair and makeup and what they wore, and think about it, incorporating it into her own style, if she felt like it, but usually not. She wore what felt comfortable to her, and that was usually what she'd always worn with John, but she didn't realize it. She felt herself apart from people her own age, except for her friends on Skype. When she looked at their facebook pages she could see the images they projected out into the world, different from online at night when she saw them in their bed clothes, or less. Nora dressed like a woman, she had the body for it. Lucy enjoyed dressing like an innocent schoolgirl, she wore cute skirts a lot, and often a bow in her hair. Laura had deleted her page, she'd taken on a new identity in Utah and didn't want to draw attention, but she still joined them on Skype. She seemed very happy with her father. But Erin was Erin, and she stuck with jeans or fitted shorts, usually a top that wasn't too tight (or loose), and sneakers. She was almost 13 now and beginning to "grow like a weed," her mom had said... her mother was predicting she might be tall like her sister who had hit 5'9. But she remained petite and slim, her breasts were still A-cups, her hips filling out and her butt cheeks were rounding, but she was still lithe. She knew she'd never have a black girl booty.
She had explored both levels of La Mercada, lots of shoe stores, clothes of all types, food court, a drug store, a small grocery. Venders in the middle trying to sell you crappy sunglasses, a play area always full of kids and their moms, but sometimes their dads. A couple of the regular dads were pretty cute, especially the ones who were obviously good with kids, Yummy, she'd always think, checking them out from afar, even without her collar on. She thought it was odd she could have those thoughts without it, but didn't give it too much thought.
And sometimes she'd walk around while wearing her collar. She had a turtleneck top she would wear that would cover it, and she'd walk around swaying her hips, feeling her wet pussy in her panties, checking out everyone and everything that was remotely fuckable, imagining herself spreading her legs for them, male or female, being taken and used by them. On those days she'd often find herself down at the far end where the "Janeane" store was... the one that displayed lingerie in the front window, but in the back of the store, according to google, were the porn and sex toys. You had to be 18 to get in. Sometimes Erin really wished she were 18.
So one day with her collar hidden under a scarf Erin was leaning across a railing, looking down at the lower level, unconsciously swaying her hips back and forth, generally feeling sexy and hungry and horny, and about to go back home and make herself cum in the shower. She hadn't masturbated in the shower for a few days and had been thinking about it all morning. She was absently watching customers walking in and out of Janeane's... mostly men, some couples, some women in small groups. Some cute, some.... blech. She'd daydream about what they were buying in there, and how they'd use it, generally keeping herself worked up.
She didn't see the man walk up beside her until he spoke, "Hi, nice day to hang out."
His voice had startled her, her thoughts were far away, she hadn't seen him come up next to her. She turned her head at him, heart racing a little. He had just appeared there, leaning over the rail like she was, just looking out like she had been. Not leering, that was good. And then she realized he was the guy from behind the counter at Janeane's. He wasn't really cute, but he wasn't fat or gross, either, maybe 35 with short black hair, and kind of a big nose. She relaxed.... slightly. "Uh, hi, yeah," she said in a small way.
She could see him nod a little out of the corner of her eye, but he still wasn't looking at her. "I see you out here a lot," he said.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I have a perfect view of this spot from the store, sometimes I see you out here hanging out, people watching."
"Oh, you watch me?" Erin sounded a little defensive, but she wasn't sure why... she was just nervous for some reason. And she could feel the collar around her neck.
"No crime in looking little darling, it makes the scenery out here nice. Hey, how old are you, anyway?"
Erin turned to look at him again, really take a good look. She realized she could smell him... not unpleasant, but... somehow... very male. And she suddenly felt a tingle. "I'm 18," she lied smoothly, and wasn't sure why, but went with it. She wasn't prepared for whatever was happening.
He finally turned to her, with a smirk, and his eyes narrow. "18, huh?"
"Well 18 and a half, actually," Erin replied, turning away from him causally.
"Uh huh. So then why haven't you come into the store? I can tell you want to."
Erin wasn't sure what to say. "You don't know what I want, and besides if I wanted to come in I would." Erin really did, but she didn't know where this was going. Erin was suddenly concerned he saw more than she was comfortable with. She saw him looking at her now, turned toward her, she was afraid to look at him.
"I know more than you think, little darlin, out here watching people and shaking that fine little ass of yours. You want to come in the store and see what we have inside, you're curious."
Erin felt her face turn red when he mentioned her ass, and she suddenly felt warm between her thighs. She didn't know what to say or do.
"Yeah, you aren't denying it. Anyway, 18 year old girl, I'm the owner, if you want to come in, take my hand. You have 5 seconds. If not, I'm gone." He held out his hand.
Erin saw it from the corner of her eye, and looked at him, his hand, his face... which looked kind of like a wolf... and she even glanced at his crotch, which... wow... seemed big. And without thought she put her hand in his. Her hand was very small in his. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and she shivered, his grip was so firm. She couldn't remembered when someone had last held her hand.
Without a word he led her to the store, and as she followed him Erin looked around. The lingerie was in front... PG-13 stuff, but not indecent... but the interesting stuff was at the back wall. She saw a whole wall of rubber cocks and vibrators and other things she didn't recognize on one wall... it gave her a tingle.
They passed the counter and the guy said to a younger guy who had been sweeping, "Opie, mind the counter, I'm taking my break." Erin saw that his name tag said Josh, but she didn't know why he had called the skinny, red haired guy "Opie." Must be a nickname, she thought, but then he was pulling her through the the door to the back room, which consisted of a few boxes and shelves of items, and another door. He took her through the other door, it was a small break room.
The man took her into the small room, maybe big enough for four people to stand without touching each other, and turned to her, and put his hands on her sides. Erin looked up at him, a little scared... a little... not. He looked into her eyes and said, "You can leave any time you want. Do you understand?"
She nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact. Listening to the rules.
"No, answer me. You can leave whenever you like, I am not forcing you to be here. Do you understand?"
In a small voice, she answered, "Yes."
He smiled, and Erin was again reminded of a wolf. "Good. So here." And he took her hand, and placed it on his cock, which was almost at the same height as her small breasts.
At first she was shocked... but she didn't remove her hand. After a moment she began to pay attention to what she could feel, under his jeans... it felt like mass... and she thought... yes... there was a shaft, forming... he must be getting hard. She gave it a small squeeze.
He... growled? "Mmm, you want that, don't you."
Still staring at his crotch, not moving her hand around, getting a feel for him... omg he is getting big... she just nodded. This time he didn't make her speak.
"The beast is waking up, you better set him free before he gets angry," he said.
She looked up at him, saw him looking into her eyes, and felt her knees get weak. She knew exactly what he meant, and... the collar?... made sure she wanted it, too. Her mouth began to water. She nodded again, and looked back down, and with both hands undid his belt and the button of his jeans.
Ron Gucione, actually only the half-owner of Janeane's, looked down at the little 13 or 14 year old blonde girl getting ready to pull out his hog, practically drooling. Nice... it's been a while since I was blown by a young one.... she probably won't know what to do...
Erin felt like she should be nervous, but she was more anxious... she needed this cock. With his belt undone and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, he opened them up and pulled them down his hips, slightly, until she could see his pubic hair... no underwear, wow... and she reached down the front of his pants, and found it... touched a hard cock for the first time since John's, on that last morning. Before she even pulled it out she wrapped her hand around it and closed her eyes.... finally... and released it from his pants. He was already rock hard, and there was resistance, but when it popped out, she was confused.... where is the tip? She held it there just looking at it in confusion.
Ron had seen this reaction before. "What, never saw an uncut cock before? Just push the skin back, darlin."
Erin looked up at him, then did... with one hand holding him in the middle, she used her other fingers to... delicately... grasp the skin at the tip, and gently push it back... and she watched the tip of his cock appear, shiny and pink. Wow... once the skin was in place it looked perfectly normal to her, and without hesitation, she kissed the tip.
Ron was pleased, usually the younger ones got a little scared at first sight, but not this little sexy thing. He gasped when her lips touched him for the first time.
And suddenly he was inside her mouth. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of her mouth being full of cock again... I've missed this... and the taste, and the feel of him against her tongue. She gave him a little suck and then slid him to the back of her throat and paused, then bobbed her head a few times, feeling the friction of him against her tongue. Without thought she remembered to keep her teeth away, not easy for a thick cock in a young mouth.
She was a little awkward, partially bent over, sucking him, and she went to her knees. But then she was too low. "Here," he said, helping her up, and walked her back to a folding chair next to a small table. Sitting down his cock was now perfectly aligned with her mouth. She looked up at him, smiled, and then consumed him, again.
Ron didn't know what to think, he was speechless and unable to process thought. Most young girls took one look at his cock and got scared, but not this girl. This sweet little thing... Ron began to think this girl might actually like him, and against his own personality, began to like her, too. Ron didn't like any of the girls he fucked around with or molested, not really. Ron was really confused when she looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes, framed by that golden hair, while she sucked him... and began to fall under her spell, a spell Erin didn't even know she was casting.
For little Erin there wasn't much thought, only the awareness of a nice hard cock in her mouth, and the act of giving pleasure... and giving herself a little pleasure too, with her hand rubbing her pussy over her pants. She looked up into his eyes as she bobbed her head, getting about half his shaft in her mouth, when she paused, and relaxed, and took him deeper. It had been a long while since she sucked a cock but she had been fed through a tube for four months and her body remembered. She had no gag reflex. As she took him into her throat, never breaking eye contact with him, she saw him open his mouth and gasp... I'm still sexy, thank god, she thought... and began caressing his shaft with the muscles of her throat. She had never done this before, but suddenly realized she could, and enjoyed stroking his cock without actually moving her head. He seemed impressed, too.
"Oh my god," he gasped, and gently took her head in his hands, looking down at her, feeling her massaging him without actually moving, as she looked into his eyes. "You..." he moaned... "this... is..." the best blowjob I ever had, he tried to think.
And Erin felt it, he swelled up even more, she felt him thicken in her throat, and she began bobbing her head, helping him. She felt him begin to pump cum down her throat, but she wanted to taste it... she pulled back and locked her lips behind the head, and let him cum into her mouth. With his hands on the side of her head he pumped into her slightly, gently, as she slid her tongue forward to rest under his cock, eyes closed, savoring the taste. For an instant she thought John, but it passed, and she stayed in the moment. Erin had a small orgasm with him, rubbing her clit over her pants.
When Ron finally stopped spasming with his head back and eyes closed he looked down, and saw the cute little blonde girl holding still on the tip of his cock, with a gleam in his eye. Who is this girl, he thought, and pulled out of her mouth, gently. Without breaking eye contact Erin shifted the fluid in her mouth, and opened up so he could see.
"Oh my god..."
She closed her mouth and smiled, and for a moment savored the taste of a man's cum again, finally, running it around her mouth, feeling like an attractive, worthy creature again, for the first time in so long. Then, without breaking eye contact, she swallowed, twice.... there was a lot.
Ron stepped back, his wet, softening cock still sticking out of his pants. "Oh my god..." he was at a loss. "That was... I mean, that was the best I ever had..."
Erin felt like it was time to leave, and popped up. "Thanks, that was fun." She walked over to him and moved close, he involuntarily bent his head down to her, and she kissed his cheek. Then she turned and walked out the break room door, leaving the man gaping at her, unable to move. She exited the break room and passed the counter, "Bye Josh!" she said cheerily, and left Janeane's, and she felt amazing, better than she had since Lucy woke her up. With a tummy full of semen she felt normal, like herself.
Ron watched her leave with his jaw on the floor, his limp, wet cock hanging out in front of him. Who is that girl?
She danced on air through La Mercada, pushed the button up to the floor to her apartment, and locked the door behind her. She went to her room, stripped naked, and looked at herself in the mirror... she could still taste the cum she had swallowed. She knew from experience she would be able to taste him for the rest of the evening. She removed her big vibrator from her pony, got in bed, and plunged it into her already dripping young vagina, moaning loudly... and proceeded to fuck herself violently with it to four orgasms. She was fast and rough and she felt sore inside where she'd been bottoming out roughly, but it was what she needed, and it was a very relaxed and happy girl her mother found at home that afternoon, collar again safely wrapped around her pony's neck. Erin even gave her Mom a little kiss on the cheek with the lips that a couple hours ago had been wrapped around the cock of the guy at Janeane's. Oh, I don't even know his name, she thought to herself after her mom expressed surprise at her unusual affection. I'll have to get it next time, as her mom was already telling her about her day.
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