Love, Lust, and Erin
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Author’s note:
First, I’d just like to say how tremendously thankful I am to all of the folks who have taken the time to read my silly stories and give me feedback. After all of the craziness of the last few years, I’m so grateful to have the support of strangers all over, and encouragement to continue improving and relaying to you the crazy cavalcade of characters that get stuck in my head. Thank you!
For the ones who follow my goofiness, I’ll return to finishing Kayla’s story soon. Her tale gets a little dark, so I needed to work on something a little lighter and more focused on multiple characters. For those who enjoyed, “The Second Place Sister” this one is for you. Love, emotion, character focus, and of course, hot and horny teenage girls. There is what you might call “light” incest, so if that sort of thing offends you, you may want to look elsewhere. Still, it’s mild enough that I believe anyone that enjoys the way I write my filthy sex scenes can enjoy it.
All of my stories are set in the same world, and they’re all leading up to the conclusion of Tori and Stephanie’s tale, so for everyone who keeps asking about them, it is coming. I just want to do it justice, and do it well. You all have my eternal gratitude.
Synopsis:
Dave Marrin leads the simple life of a 12-year widower. He codes. He runs. He sneaks in some porn. He’s spent over a decade putting aside his own desires, and trying to be a good example for his 19-year old daughter, Casey. In addition to raising his daughter, he’s been the father figure for her best friend, Erin, the product of a drunken mother and absent father.
Casey and Erin, though, are utterly obsessed by everything dirty and debauched. They’ve become two of the most filthy-minded virgins who have ever lived. Now, Erin has her sights set on Casey’s handsome father. He’s going to be her first, and if he’s reluctant, he’s just going to have to be convinced.
The effect of Erin’s plan for Dave’s little family will set the three of them on a path of unexpected self-discovery. In a world where the whole of history is about to be set on a new course, Erin, Casey, and Dave will learn that finding real love can come from the most unexpected of places, when you live life like a porno.
Chapter One: Erin’s Helping Hands
Erin twisted her best friend’s nipples in her limber fingers, sighing at the jolt of warmth that it caused in her teenage twat when Casey responded with a delicious groan. Erin lay back against the big headboard of Casey’s bed, her hands encircling her best friend’s nude body. She could feel the aroused heat of Casey’s excited pussy as the gentle hum of the vibrating toy she held against her friend’s cunt overlaid the sloppy sounds of sucking from the porno on the big wall-mounted TV.
“Fuck,” Erin hissed in Casey’s ear, tweaking her horny friend’s nipple again, “just look at that little slut get her mouth used by that big dick. She loves it, doesn’t she?”
“Yes!” Casey panted, her eyes glued to the screen.
The man on the TV had a fistful of a teenage brunette’s curly hair. His big, eager penis pummeled the girl’s mouth over and over, stuffing it so full of cockmeat that the girl’s face was now a mess of spit as she struggled to keep up
“Who is that, Casey? Who is that slut getting her face used like a cocksleeve?”
Casey’s body trembled and shuddered as the vibrations in her pussy pushed her close to an orgasm, then she said, “It’s me!”
It wasn’t actually her, she knew. She’d never even had a cock in her hand, let alone her mouth. Rather, this was a clever deepfake video that Erin had put together for one of their frequent masturbation marathons. Her best friend was amazing at these things. Computers. Video. She’d started her computer science degree this week. Casey was addicted to this experience they had together, and after Erin had begun doing these edits, swapping Casey’s face in place of the porn sluts on the videos, her fascination had only grown. Masturbating alone, without Erin’s constant seductive prattle in her ears was never the same.
“That’s so fucking sexy, baby,” Erin said, “It makes my pussy so hot to watch that big-dicked older guy fuck your mouth. It feels so good to be a cocksucker, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!” Casey breathed, her pelvis jerking as she came against the vibrator.
“Fuck yeah! Cum for me, slut!” Erin hissed, “You’re so fucking hot when you cum!”
Casey shook, her own hands cupping her breasts as she rode out her orgasm. Erin pulled the vibrator away, replaced it with a thick, pink rabbit, and began to slide the new toy into her friend’s willing cunt. Casey groaned with pleasure, arching her back, mashing into her naked friend’s big tits. God! She loved this! Erin knew just how to push her buttons, and make her cum her brains out. Casey turned her watering eyes back to the screen as the horny man pulled his quivering shaft from the girl’s mouth and unloaded shot after shot of thick jizz onto the teen’s face. Onto her face. Casey’s legs quaked at the bewildered bitlis escort look on her own face on the TV. For what seemed like minutes, the man coated her face in sticky seed, then slapped his thick log against her lips, spattering the cum across the dazed dick sucker’s face.
The scene faded away, replaced by yet another in the same vein. There she was, her curly brown hair hanging sexily over her face as she gently bobbed her mouth up and down on a black guy’s throbbing manhood. Each of the videos so far, and the ones still to come, were the same theme. This was always how Erin did it. The whole week would be a single filthy theme. This week it was facefucking. She’d lost track of how many times she’d watch her own face get hammered and used by white cocks, black cocks, Asian cocks, Hispanic cocks, two cocks, four cocks. She’d watched herself take dozens, if not hundreds of loads on her face, in her mouth, on her tits. And it was only Wednesday.
“You love black dicks, don’t you Casey?” Erin asked.
“Yes! I love sucking black cocks!” Casey squealed as the rabbit slid further into her welcoming hole.
“You love all kinds of dicks, don’t you?”
“I love dicks…”
“What’s going to happen this weekend, Casey?”
“I’m…I’m going to suck cock…”
“That’s right!” Erin agreed, “You’re going to suck your first real cock.”
Casey’s’ tummy did a little somersault at the feeling of anticipation. She was afraid, but her excitement at the idea of a real penis in her mouth overrode any other feeling.
“I’ve found a nice boy who can’t wait to stick his cock into your mouth.” Erin said.
“Oooh, fuck!” Casey came on the toy in her cunt as Erin tugged at her nipples.
“He can’t wait to cover your pretty face in cum! You’ll love that, won’t you?”
“Soooo much!”
Erin couldn’t wait for it either. Ever since they’d begun exploring with one another, Erin had just found the idea of her best friend acting like a cockwhore so appealing. Her pussy felt so warm and tingly whenever she saw the way Casey’s face screwed up in orgasm. The way her eyelids fluttered, and her body trembled. The way she spread her legs eagerly and her pussy gushed. The sound of her moans, the pitch of her voice. All of it was profoundly exciting. Then, there was the feeling of power that was a total aphrodisiac. Casey was so pliable and submissive when she was aroused, almost like having her own personal sexdoll. No matter how filthy or perverted the porn she put Casey into, her friend came from it. The fact that she was going to watch Casey suck her first cock this weekend was…well, she hadn’t stopped thinking about it every waking moment.
“Can you cum for me again?” Erin asked, working the rabbit in and out of Casey’s squishing pussy.
On the TV, the poor girl’s head was now firmly held between a pair of large black hands, and the man was driving his stiff prick into the struggling slut’s mouth. Drool leaked out and she sputtered as he used her suckhole.
“Look at that big cock filling up your mouth,” Erin whispered, “I’ll bet your pussy is going to cum really hard for me this time, isn’t it?
Casey agreed as she bucked against the toy and came again.
Chapter Two: Dave’s Dilemma
Dave tapped his keyboard, his brain on auto-pilot as lines of code spilled out onto his screen. In the background, the radio news droned on about some faceless mega corporation’s efforts to lobby congress for the new “Male Rights” bill. Dave hardly paid attention. It was just noise while he worked. His new project had been smooth sailing all day. The bulk of the work had been completed over the last few months. Now, it was just tidying up before he really started to debug the thing.
His head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening, shutting, and then a moment later Erin poked her little blonde head around the corner into the living room.
“Hey, dad!” She called cheerfully.
Dave smiled, as he always did at that. Erin was like a daughter to him. Hell, she’d been around for so long with his real daughter that she was basically family. She even had her own key. He’d always felt like a father figure to her, since she didn’t have a dad of her own. What could make a man abandon his own daughter, he wondered. It was something he’d never understood.
“Hey, you,” he replied, lacing his hands and cracking his knuckles with a stretch, “Casey’s still in class for another couple hours.”
“Yeah, I know,” Erin said, stepping into the room, “I was just bored. Thought I’d come hang out and wait. You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. It’s your home, too.”
His eyes roved over his daughter’s best friend, admiring how she’d grown up. Erin was half a head taller than his daughter. She fixed him with her icy blue eyes and flashed a crooked smile, her hands resting on her hips. Her tummy was bare beneath her tight tank top, and he caught the glint of the light on her navel ring. The same one as Casey. Those two really did do everything together. bodrum escort Though he tried not to, it was difficult to stop his eyes from wandering the rest of the way down her jean-encased hips and long legs. Being a single dad was tough business.
Erin plopped down on the couch next to him and peered at his screen.
“That recursive string there is going to cause you a problem in production.” She said, stabbing her painted nail at a line of his code.
He blinked and looked at what he’d written, and corrected it
“Thanks!” He said.
She beamed.
“Not just any ol’ dumb blonde!” She said, and slapped his arm.
“Never doubted it!”
He shut the laptop.
“So, how are your classes?”
“I think I’ll be able to C# my way through them.” She quipped, making Dave chuckle.
“Good to see you React positively to new situations!” He countered, and she laughed at their shared, nerdy humor.
“Silly nerd,” She said, sinking onto the sofa and laying across his lap, staring up at him.
Dave sucked in a breath as he looked down into those endless blue pools, his eyes flicking across her body. She smiled crookedly. God, she was gorgeous. When did that happen?
“Just an old monkey,” he stammered, clearing his throat nervously.
“You’re not old!” Erin cried, slapping his chest, “You’re experienced. Distinguished. The perfect catch!”
“Um…thanks.”
“Seriously. I gotta snap you up for myself before someone else finds out how awesome you are.”
Dave snorted, “Oh please. You’ll snag some brainy tech start-up kid in college, and then he’ll realize you’re smarter than he is. You’ll become a Silicon Valley billionaire, and forget all about ol’ Dave that taught you Basic.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Erin said, seriously, “You’re, like, the best dad I’ve ever had. And there’s a lot more you can still teach me.”
Dave wasn’t sure if that was innuendo, but looking at the bombshell blonde draped over his lap, his mind ran unbidden to thoughts of what he could teach her. Fuck! He needed to get out more.
“I, um, gotta get something to drink,” he said, to extricate himself from the situation. His traitorous manhood was beginning to get the better of him, “You want something?”
Erin slid to the floor on her knees and said, “I sure do!”
Dave flushed and stood up, bringing his crotch just inches from her face. Sensing his unease, and deciding she’d pushed far enough, Erin leapt to her feet and said, “Gin and Tonic! And a round for all of my friends, barkeep!” She swept her arms across the empty room.
Dave rolled his eyes.
“How old are you, again?”
“Old enough for a lot of things!” She pouted, hands behind her back as she shuffled her feet cutely.
“Not for Gin and Tonic.”
“Gatorade?”
“That I can do.”
He walked into the kitchen with Erin on his heels, and made his way to the fridge, where he pulled out the drinks. When he turned around, Erin was bent over the kitchen island, tapping at her phone, legs slightly spread, her ample butt on display in her tight jeans. Those thoughts flashed back through his mind, making him shake his head as though that would clear them away. He walked around to the other side of the island and set down her Gatorade, then leaned back against the counter, far away from Erin. Unfortunately, now he could see the swelling tops of her enticing young breasts down the front of her shirt. She seemed to pay him no mind as she tapped away at her phone.
“Thanks!” She said, not looking up at him as she tapped.
“I think I’m gonna go have a shower,” he proclaimed, “make yourself at home.”
Erin put the phone down, saying, “Ok. I’ll be in Casey’s room. She knows I’m here. Oh, and if you have time after the shower, I’d like to show you a little project I’ve been working on. Get your opinion?”
“Sure.” Dave agreed, “I’ll be in soon.”
A few minutes later, he was furiously masturbating in the hot spray of the shower, the image of those deep blue eyes and flirty smile fixed in his imagination.
Chapter 3: Flick-Talk
Dressed in a pair of baggy joggers, Dave knocked on Casey’s half-open door. Erin called him in, and Dave found her seated at Casey’s desk in front of her computer. She swiveled the chair around to grin at him, and he noticed that her jeans were gone. She was down to just a pair of lacey pink panties and her tank top. Despite having just blown a huge load in the shower, he felt a twitch in his pants, and gave himself a mental attaboy for his decision to wear something baggy. Still, the sight of those lean, perfect legs made him swallow a lump in his throat.
“You…seem to have lost something.” He said.
“Oh, well, just getting comfortable. Tight jeans might look nice, but they’re, you know, tight.” Erin answered casually.
Dave pried his eyes from the little V hidden in those panties, cheeks flushed as Erin gave him a knowing smile. Caught.
“So, what’s this project you have?” He asked, changing the topic.
Erin bolu escort beamed with delight and asked, “Do you have your phone?”
Dave pulled it from his pocket, and offered it to Erin’s outstretched hand. She swiped it open.
“Geez, you big nerd. Not even a passcode? What kind of IT guy are you?” She chided.
“The kind that doesn’t like waiting 4 seconds to tap a code.”
“Biometrics, Dave. Join the revolution.”
“And give Big Data my fingerprints? No thanks.”
“They probably took them off that glass of water you drank 30 minutes ago. The Illuminati already has all they need on you,” She whispered secretively, “And what man takes a 30 minute shower, anyway? Have something to take care of? Are you secretly a woman, Dave? It’s ok. This is the 21st century. We can all accept the real you.”
Dave laughed, “Do you have something to show me, or did you just invite me here to make me feel old?”
“We already covered this. You’re not old. And, yes, I do have something to show you.”
While she’d been teasing him, Erin had been tapping away at his phone. She finished, and handed the device back. Dave looked at the screen. She’d installed an app called “Flick-Talk”.
“What is Flick-Talk?” He asked.
“It’s my foray into the world of app development. It’s like a mashup of Tinder and TikTok for dating, hookups, and finding friends.” She explained, obviously proud of herself.
“You built this?” Dave asked, almost as proud, himself.
“Yup. I launched the live version 3 months ago, and already have 3,000 users!”
“Erin…I’m impressed!”
“Make a profile! If anyone deserves a hot date, it’s you,”
She sprang to her feet and Dave found himself being pushed onto Casey’s bed, where he sat. Erin sat close to him–very close–peering at the screen with giddy glee.
“I hooked you up with a free premium membership,” She went on, “so you can access all the features. Just fill everything in as thoroughly as you can, so that the algorithm can start helping you find matches.”
“Premium membership? What does this cost?”
“Only $5 a month!” She exclaimed.
He did the math, and said, “So you’re pulling in $18,000 after just 3 months?”
“And getting more each day!”
“Jesus. What am I doing with my life?” Dave mused.
He started typing out basic information in the requested fields. Most of it was pretty easy. His height, weight, tapping an image for body shape, the usual things he’d done a dozen times in moments of weakness for just as many dating sites over the last decade.
“And that’s the only monetization,” Erin continued, “No microtransactions. No ads. No upsell bullshit. Just a low monthly fee. That’s the problem with these other dating sites and apps. If you want to get anywhere, you pay a bunch of money, and then they upsell you all this garbage. Like Adult Friend Finder…”
“What were you doing on Adult Friend Finder?” Dave cut her off, remembering he was supposed to be a positive male role model.
Erin rolled her eyes, “I’m 19, Dave,” she whined, “I do know about vaginas and penises. You know we have this thing called Pornhub on that new-fangled in-ter-net, right?”
“Ok. Ok. I know. You’re not a kid anymore. Jesus. It’s just, I remember taking you to Chuck-E-Cheese. You can’t blame me for forgetting that you’re an adult once in a while.”
“Well, consider this your official reminder that I am an adult, and I have an adult vagina.” She stated.
“Can we stop talking about your vagina in the same breath as Chuck-E-Cheese? Now I feel both old, and like a pervert.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” Erin said, “Now, being old…ewww!”
Dave groaned.
“Are you finished yet? I swear, you type like a grandpa,” she teased, miming pecking keys with a shaky pointer finger, and muttering under her breath, “dagnabit!”
“I don’t see the usual ‘about me’ section anywhere,” Dave said, ignoring the jibe, “Don’t I have to write some vague, yet clever paragraph about what I’m seeking, my goals and aspirations, and all that?”
“The algorithm will write you one based on the information you entered. You’ll have the option to change it before you publish your profile,” she explained, “but don’t worry, because I’m going to write one for you!”
“You are?”
“Of course. I can’t let some code monkey write his own description if he wants to get some action. Most nerd-girls aren’t as hot as me, after all, and I don’t want you getting hooked up with some Shamu! You deserve the best.”
“You know about Shamu?”
She stared at him dumbly, “After that witty bit of dialogue, that’s your question? Way to lay on the compliments, Dave,” then she took the phone, shaking her head and muttering to herself in a mock-Dave voice, “Oh, but Erin, you’re the best, and so, so super hot. Thanks for not hooking me up with an orca.”
“But how do you know what I want?” He asked, grinning at her teasing.
“I know what you want, because you have a penis,” she explained, then paused her typing and asked, “you do have a penis, don’t you? I mean, we were just discussing how you might be a secret woman.”
“I think you were discussing that one, and can we leave my penis with your vagina in the…Um, that…did…not come out the way I intended.”
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