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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 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 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?

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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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