Part One

I had always thought that Erica Somersby was a cute little girl. I think she was three years old when her family moved into the house four lots to the east from where I resided with my mother and father.

I, Douglas Melville, was an only child. My parents really had no intention of having any children—but then I came along. I was basically an accident when my mother got pregnant at age 36. My father was 41 at the time. When I was 21 years old, I hit the jackpot—literally. I won a major lottery prize and suddenly had a net worth that had eight figures in it. I was generous with my wealth towards my parents who hated the harsh Canadian winters. I handed them a check for $3 million to live somewhere that was always warm. They chose a small community in northern Florida to live out the rest of their days. In return, they gifted me the deed to our small house. I was definitely the youngest homeowner on our street.

I had always been a bit of a loner—and being a multimillionaire before the age of 30 made me highly skeptical about the motives of people who wanted to befriend me—especially women. Accordingly, if I wanted nocturnal female companionship for the evening, I’d typically pay for it upfront rather than risk being entrapped by a scheming gold-digger. As I enjoyed sex, I did that often. I figured it was money well spent.

The one person I had no suspicion of was cute, little Erica Somersby, who had no idea I was rich.  Even if she did know, she probably wouldn’t care about my lofty bank balance and my impressive stock portfolio. For some reason, Erica took a shine to me the moment we first saw each other. She’d always wave at me with an enormous smile across her face if she saw me on my front porch collecting the mail or reading a book. As a full-fledged chocoholic, I always had cases of imported Swiss chocolate bars on hand for treats, plus good old domestic Snickers bars. Erica knew that if she stopped by for a visit of any length, I’d be sure to give her at least one. “This is because you’re so pretty, Erica,” I’d tell her. She enjoyed receiving the compliment—and the delicious treat, of course. She’d blush more often than not. I found that trait endearing. We began exchanging affectionate hugs. Erica was always the instigator when we embraced.

Erica was an only child, too. I slowly became her unofficial babysitter if her parents had to leave their house to go somewhere on short notice. I was happy to have her company. We’d do jigsaw puzzles and play kid-friendly board games that had long been collecting dust in a downstairs closet. More than once, Erica balked at returning to her home when the time came. “I want to stay here with Douglas! I like him and he’s lots of fun to be around!” she’d strongly say to whichever parent came to collect her. That was flattering to hear! If Mr. and Mrs. Somersby had major plans, my babysitting gigs with her sometimes lasted nearly all day and well into the night. I couldn’t help but become fond of little Erica Somersby over time. She was truly an adorable kid.

Part Two

Years went by. One Saturday afternoon I saw Erica walking meditatively toward my house. Something was clearly on her mind as Erica was usually quite carefree. There was no joy in her gait, as was the norm. I had never seen her looking so serious before. I feared that some tragedy had befallen her family. Thankfully, I was totally wrong about that.

Erica wasted no time when I opened the door for her to come inside my home. She announced, “Hi, Douglas. I need to talk to you about something very important.”

“I can tell,” I replied. “You have a very grave look on your face, Erica. You have me worried. What is it you want to talk about? I hope it’s not bad news.”

“It’s actually a happy topic,” she corrected me. “I’m just afraid about how you might react to it. Well, here goes: Douglas I decided that I love you and we should spend as much time together doing what nature says we ought to do.”

I was floored. In all the years I had known Erica from when she was little more than a toddler, our relationship had been neighborly, and then moderately affectionate. Having a girl considerably younger than I was confess feelings of true love towards me was not something I foresaw coming at all. I had not said a single word in response when Erica stepped forward embraced me very passionately. I happily returned the hug, squeezing her very tightly and planting a kiss on her forehead.

I finally said in a gentle tone, “Okay, what brought this on, Erica? This came out of the blue to me.”

She explained, “I was watching a television show yesterday. It was one of those talk shows where they have a panel of experts who discuss something. Then they field questions from the studio audience. On this show, the panelists were discussing love, romance, and life’s perfect matches. It didn’t take me long to realize that everything they were talking about applied to how I feel about you, Douglas. It got me to do some serious thinking. I’ve decided I wanted to do something sexual for the first time in my life—and I want to do it with you. Would that be alright?”

What a question! I was flattered, of course. However, I got the impression that Erica was asking me that major query in about the same way she’d ask me if she could have an extra Swiss chocolate bar form my cache of goodies. I was about to tell her we needed to do some serious talking before she made such an important decision in her life--losing her precious virginity to me. Nevertheless, the idea of screwing Erica, naughty as it was, became progressively more and more appealing to me as the seconds ticked by. Finally, I told her, “Erica, if you are as determined as you seem to be to have sex with me, I’d be a bloody fool to turn you down. I’ve always loved you on some level, too. Let’s go downstairs where we’ve always had so much fun together in the past. I honestly think this might be the most fun we’ve ever had! In fact, I’m sure of it!”

Part Three

We descended one floor and sat on the rec room couch together. We had done that numerous times before to watch television or play some board game. This time was very different, though. We embraced and began kissing each other wildly. Our hands began to explore one another for the very first time. Erica started to giggle, clearly indicating that she was already enjoying herself and her decision.

I was dressed casually, so I quickly removed the loose-fitting, faded sweatshirt with the Ohio State University logo that I liked to wear while hanging around my house. Erica figured she ought to do the same, so she began unbuttoning her sky-blue blouse. I was tempted to help her, but I determined it would be sexier for Erica to take off the frilly garment herself. I was right about that! She did not have much in the boob department. That was unimportant to me. To me, Erica’s small, pointy breasts were definitely a major turn-on. As far as I was concerned, tits were always desirable entities, regardless of their size or their shape.

I was enthralled. I stated, “Those titties of yours look absolutely yummy, Erica! I just have to lick them and suck on them. Okay?”

She nodded her consent and softly said yes. Erica had instigated this lusty rendezvous, so I knew she wasn’t likely to say no! I did exactly what I told Erica I would do. I put my tongue to work and enjoyed licking her treasures for serval minutes. When her nipples became noticeably stiff, I switched to more sucking than licking. Meanwhile, Erica undid my belt, removed it, and cavalierly tossed it to the carpeted floor. She undid my jeans. I lifted my butt off the couch long enough for Erica to slide both my trousers and briefs down to my ankles. My dick shot upward in anticipation of being sexily stimulated by this diminutive sexpot.

Erica grabbed my stiffening shaft and gave it several gentle squeezes. She seemed fascinated by it. Next, she stroked it, alternating her hands. She giggled some more when it throbbed in her palms. I assumed Erica was laughing with joy rather than laughing at my manhood. I figured my penis was at an average-sized male weapon. At least the virginal Erica had no previous dicks to compare it with. I was happy about that fact.

For the moment, I had temporarily vacated Erica tits, which freed her to be more adventurous with my erection. Without being coached by me, Erica bent downward and placed her lips around its head. She glanced upward at me as if she wanted my permission to perform fellatio. I happily gave it to her. “Hey, please do what comes naturally, honey!” I quickly said. Erica took more of my dick further into her warm mouth. A blissful, contented feeling instantly came over me. I laid back on the couch with my head on a small pillow and allowed Ercia to ravish my penis as thoroughly as I had enjoyed her breasts a couple of minutes earlier. I thought that was very equitable!

The highlight of the fantastic blowjob was Erica’s long, slow licks which she repeated several tantalizing times. They began just above my testicles and ran to the very top of my throbbing rod. She was as good at this sex act as any prostitute I had ever hired. I did my best not to ejaculate—and I somehow succeed. Erica would get a cum shot eventually, but I wanted to save my sperm for a little while longer.

“Kindly remove your shorts and panties,” I reminded Erica. “I want to see you totally naked now.”

Erica smiled and complied with my request. She stood up and turned around from me while she dropped her denim shorts and her pristine white panties and coolly stepped out of them. Then she kicked them aside. Erica possessed a very cute bum, but that wasn’t the side of her I wanted to gawk at. She slowly turned around to show me her hairless pussy. Maybe it was naturally bald, but I suspected she had shaved it for my enjoyment. I didn’t ask Erica if she had or not, but if that was the case, I appreciated the gesture.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Now I have to lick that part of your sexy body, too. This is great fun!”

“I’m liking it so far, too, Douglas!” Erica agreed. That was certainly good to hear.

I switched spots on the couch with Erica. This time she was lying back while I focused on her lovely vagina. I swiftly buried my face in it. My tongue sampled it in every possible way. At first Erica was content to lie back and enjoy it. However, a few minutes of my oral stimulation got her actively squirming and squealing. I think I was enjoying the experience as much as Erica was.

When I was finished that fun sexual act with her, I flipped Erica onto her stomach so I could run my dick between her butt cheeks while simultaneously playing with her boobs. For a moment, I considered anal penetration—something I had recently begun to do with my paid bedmates. (One of them had suggested I try it. It was okay, but I preferred old-fashioned vaginal intercourse. I figured that was what nature intended males and females to do. Who could argue possibly that? That was how I would merrily “finish off” Erica.)

“Now for some serious fucking!” I announced. I placed myself atop my lovely sex partner. I took my hard dick in my right hand and positioned it at the entrance to Erica’s moist vagina. Then I slowly pushed it forward. Ah! Glorious penetration of a tight pussy! I had paid for plenty of sex since winning the lottery, but no sensation I had experienced with pros felt anywhere as pleasant as the tight grip of Erica’s terrific crevice. It was magnificent—and I told her so.

“This is the best possible feeling in the world, Erica!” I said with total satisfaction. “My dick belongs inside you, honey. We need to do this every single day!”

Erica did not respond in words, but her satisfied moans and groans confirmed she was more than happy that I was riding her. I drove my dick inside her as far as I could until the shaft could no longer be seen. Being “balls deep” inside Erica was truly unforgettable!

Of course, my natural instinct was to spew a huge load of goo inside her. Somehow, I managed to maintain a degree of rationality despite being overcome by enormous sexual bliss. After about three minutes of screwing—I couldn’t possibly hold out any longer—I pulled out of Erica’s love box and fried my gun. I may not have been as well-endowed as a male porn star, but I had always had the gift of being able to come strongly. Hookers had always been the recipients until now. This time Erica was the lucky beneficiary. My warm jism covered her entire body from her navel to her neck. I specifically targeted her sexy little tits. They ended up smothered in ropes of sticky cum. It was undoubtedly the greatest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

I took a few deep breaths, then I slowly fell on top of Erica, nearly overcome by physical exhaustion. Under those very erotic circumstances, I did not mind wallowing in my own ejaculate as our sweat-soaked bodies came together. We kissed and fondled each other for several minutes. We’d both would need to shower afterwards—there was no doubt about that! I told Erica she was “a fantastic lay” whom I wanted to screw many more times in the future. Erica said she’d had the time of her life and had “completely enjoyed being drilled” by my stiff penis. She stated that having sexual intercourse with me was as great an experience as she had imagined. What a terrific compliment that was! Most importantly, I was inwardly pleased that I was a satisfactory lover to beautiful erica as I wouldn’t want to disappoint my longtime friend and neighbor as a bedmate.

Covered in sperm, the two of us lovingly snuggled together in post-coital happiness. We exchanged a series of kisses before Erica said, “Those experts from the TV talk show said that all people should have far more sex than they generally do. They stated it was the most natural thing in the world. They also said that frequent sex was good for your health—both mental and physical.”

I agreed. “Erica, I don’t know if what we just did was good for my mind, but I can attest it felt wonderful. Licking your cute vagina and then putting my dick inside it, along with playing with your lovely tits made me feel as manly and alive as possible. It was wonderful! I think we should start watching that TV program together. What do you think about that idea?”

“Nah,” Erica said sadly. “I know that next week’s show isn’t about sex at all. The host said that the panelists would be experts on do-it-yourself projects and housekeeping tips. No human being can get sexually aroused by any of that stuff!”