I Love porn, Erin Told Me

This is a story from my college days.

It was my first off-campus apartment. My roommate and I moved in over the winter break. Shortly after, he started seeing someone, a smoking hot brunette with big tits and big hair named Erin. She started coming over to spend the night around March or so. It was agonizing to hear Erin fuck him and know I wasn’t the one giving it to her (I was also in a devastating dry spell, having no girlfriend at the time). She was a moaner for sure. I would hear her grunt and gasp and imagine it was my big dick plowing into her tight college-girl pussy.

She would flirt with me a lot and seemed to enjoy teasing me; I happily played the role of her boyfriend’s cool pal if it meant getting any attention from her. Erin would sometimes shower in the bathroom that separated my bedroom from my roommates’ and it would drive me crazy, listening to her in there and thinking about the soap dripping down her glistening, beautiful nude body.

One day in the spring I’d gotten back from a road trip with some other friends in the morning and went to my bedroom to crash. My roommate greeted me before going off to class and he said Erin would be coming over to do a laundry, something she usually did at our place since we had a washer and dryer to use for free. I said no problem and went off to bed, thinking she’d be over in the afternoon. Being that I was on a road trip with pals, crashing with them in a hotel at the beach, I hadn’t cum in about four days. My balls were aching for release, and as soon as my roommate left I was going to dig out a Playboy or a copy of Cheri and get the centerfold sticky.

My roommate left and I gave him about 15 minutes to forget something and return, which usually happened. When it looked like the coast was clear, I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of olive oil, my preferred masturbation lube. I lay down on my bed and turned on my TV. It was one of those old-style combination TVs with the VCR in it. I put in a very arty, European-directed porn movie that I had picked up from the adult bookstore and watched two smoking hot lesbians, one wearing a crotchless fishnet body stocking and the other in a garter belt, stockings and elbow length gloves, fuck on the stairs of some glamorous mansion while a third lesbian watched them and masturbated. The music was very cheesy and the girls, all of whom had big teased out manes and nicely trimmed pussies, moaned and cooed for effect as they got each other off.

Then I heard the door open. Erin. I thought she was going to come over around 11 or something. “Hello?” Erin called out. I punched off the TV and threw on a bathrobe and went out into the den to say hi, tell her I was sleeping because I’d just gotten back, and she was welcome to hang out. Erin’s eyes immediately went to my left hand, which was shiny with oil. I held it to my side unnaturally, not wanting to get lint from the bathrobe on it because then I’d have to wash my hand, re-lube and start over. She knew exactly what I was doing. There was no mistaking that she’d interrupted her boyfriend’s roommate in a hot session of self-love.

Erin was wearing a tight, baseball-style t-shirt, high-waisted blue jeans and had big stunner sunglasses pushed up over her jet black hair, which she had put in a ponytail. She batted her dark eyes and looked to the side nervously. She knew what was going on. “OK, good night, enjoy your nap,” she said. I waved bye with my lube hand. I was enjoying torturing her for a change. When I got to my bedroom, all I could think of was how hot it was going to be beating off with Erin in the apartment. Then I thought, wait a minute, if I have to hear her getting fucked, she can hear me jacking off. I turned the porn movie back on and fast forwarded to my favorite scene, a guy with a big dick fucking a big-haired bimbo between her plastic tits and rewarding her with a copious load of sperm all over her face. She was wearing mirrored sunglasses and a biker-style hat as her stud released several thick ropes of semen on her panting, ruby-red mouth.

By now I started groaning and getting into it. I was going to make Erin confront me. I started moaning and grunting for effect. A vampy saxophone soundtrack blared to the sounds of beautiful people fucking. Then I started talking dirty to the screen. I’m very vocal. “Oh, yeah, give it to her,” I panted. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I like to see, baby. Lick her pussy. Oh fuck yeah!”

I heard Erin go into the bathroom, whose door to my bedroom was slightly ajar. She pushed it shut. It really turned me on to know that she knew I was beating off. I didn’t care. She was in my home, and I had needs. I heard Erin put the toilet seat down. She was in there for what sounded like forever. Finally she called out.

“Having a good time?” Erin said, very saucily. It was like a shot of hard liquor running through my veins.

“Yep.”

“Whatcha watching, anything good?” she teased.

“Some really arty stuff,” I said. Now I was going to push my luck. “Wanna join me?”

Just then the door opened. Erin sauntered in matter-of-factly. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said. My heart started pounding with excitement.

She kicked off her flats and peeled out of her baseball t-shirt, revealing her white bra underneath. I pumped my fat dick slowly as I watched Erin strip nude, unhooking her bra and taking her hair out of her ponytail. Finally she shed her white cotton panties and walked over to my bed, completely naked. Erin motioned me to the side.

“I love porn,” she said breathily, laying down next to me. Erin slightly spread her legs, licked the index and middle finger of her right hand, and spread her pussy lips with her left. With her fingertips she began to circle her clit, breathing heavily and moaning softly. “This is really hot,” she said. “Is this your favorite scene?”

I said no and rewound it back to the lesbian scene, figuring that she might be grossed out by the big cumshot that was in fact my favorite scene. We watched the two models in their slutty lingerie lick and fuck each other as the third pornstar rubbed herself off. “Fuck, this is hot,” Erin said.

“Takes one to know one,” I said, somewhat stupidly.

Erin reached over with her right and and closed it around my lubed up left hand. “You have a big dick,” she purred.

“Really?” I said, flattered. “Mm hm,” Erin said cutely. “How big is it?”

“Uh,” I shrugged. "I dunno?"

“Oh, come on,” she giggled, “all guys measure their dicks.”

“OK, seven inches,” I said.

“Nice,” Erin said. “I want you to beat that big dick for me.”

I did not have to be told to do that twice. I sat up and got on my knees in front of Erin and started stroking my dick downward. I rubbed my chest and nipples for effect as I moaned her name. Erin seemed to really like this. She played with her pussy more vigorously now and told me to jack off harder for her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she made a quiet “whoaaaaa” sound as what looked like her orgasm came on suddenly. That was all I needed. Four days worth of college boy cum shot out uncontrollably. Usually I try to fight off my orgasm because that makes it shoot higher. But I was so turned on and so ready to cum it just came rushing out, feeling almost like I was peeing.

“Wow,” Erin said. “That’s a lot of cum.”

I was seeing stars, I was exhausted by the excitement and the thrill of my orgasm. She

motioned me over to her. “Let me clean you off.” Erin gripped my dick and moved the tip over to her pink kitty cat tongue as she licked my sensitive cock and swabbed the lube and remaining cum from my salty slit.

“Obviously, don’t tell him,” Erin said, meaning my roommate, “and we can do it again.” We did. She set several boundaries, including that we could not fuck and I could not penetrate her with my hands. She would lick me off occasionally but I never got a full blowjob. Mostly, her contact with me was a handjob, and then just laying on my bed with her as we masturbated and shared our tastes in porn. And yes, one morning, I got to straddle her big tits and cum all over them as she arched her back, held out her boobs and commanded me to shoot it all over her.

The memories of those days are still a powerful turn-on. Fuck, I’m hard again. I’m going to find the movie we watched and beat off to it, remembering the unbelievably sexy thrill Erin gave me so many years ago.