The Corruption of Erin (Part 3)

Erin turned away from the young couple and looked out the window of the train. They were just a couple of drunks with wandering eyes.

She glanced back over their should to see the man of the couple looking down at this phone. The woman, however, was no where to be seen.

"Hi."

Erin was suddenly started as the tall redhead was standing next to her. She was a bit of an imposing figure, very beautiful but also well toned and looking quite strong. She had very large breasts, even bigger than Leslie's, and was wearing a tight sweater in an effort to show them off. She leaned in drunkenly, holding onto the rail overhead to keep her balance.

"You're kinda' cute..." she slurred out.

"Um... thanks," Erin replied. She looked around the train nervously, there was no one else here, not even anyone on the platform, and the train still wasn't moving. Erin looked nervously back at the woman, who looked much less young now that she was up close. Her sweater was gray and tight, showing off her very large breasts in an impressive fashion. She wore a knee length black skirt, and her red hair was flowing down over her shoulders. Her makeup looked well-done, adding to the impression of her youth, but now that Erin could get a good look she was quite sure that she was in the 30's. The woman reached out and Erin instinctively took a step back.

"Um... what are you doing?" quizzed Erin.
"Well can't you see, honey... I'm just trying to have a little fun."

Erin's heart started beating quicker as she looked nervously around the train. The doors were closing, the train would be leaving soon and there was no where to run. "Look," Erin said, "maybe you should just go sit down with your boyfriend..."

"Oh that's my husband, dearie," the woman replied. "He and I were just... admiring... you.."

Erin started to back away but suddenly bumped into someone. Her husband had stood up and was now standing behind her. CLOSELY behind her. "Um, please, I don't want any trouble," Erin said, looking back and forth between the two people. She felt the man's hand grab her upper arms firmly from behind. He held her steady as the redhead stepped uncomfortably close. Her hand, cold and slightly calloused, stroked Erin's soft cheek. Her breath smelled of a night of heavy drinking, but if it weren't for that you could see she was an attractive woman. She leaned in and traced her tongue along Erin's cheeck... she began to stuggle but the woman's husband was just too strong, there was no way for her to get away.

"Oh, she tastes good, John..." she chuckled. John's grip tightened and he pressed himself close against her back. Erin could feel his cock pressing against his pants, straining to be released. She shivered with fear....

The Corruption of Erin (Part 2)

Thanks for your patience, readers! It's going to take me a little while to get back into the swing of things, but people have been bugging me to continue, so let's get a little further into the story, shall we?


Erin ran up to her room excitedly. She always loved evenings with her friends. She tore through her dresser.... she found a pair of long, light-skin toned leggings, a short red skirt, and a white button-up shirt. She looked in the mirror, her hand running down her side. Damn she looked hot. She ran into her bathroom and threw on some makeup. One of the many talents of an eighteen-year-old all-American blonde... she could throw on makeup with one hand tied behind her back and in the dark.

Erin went through the rest of her day in extreme boredom, just waiting to leave and hang out with her friends. Darkness was just starting to fall when she started walking. She knew that there might be a little drinking, so she decided to drive. It was an odd bit of responsibility for a teenager, but then Erin always was kinda' plain. She knew what the possible end would be, and she liked partying way too much to lose the ability to ever drive again.

The night was, of course, extremely entertaining. There was a little bit of drinking, but Erin mostly felt with it by the end. Erin took off for the train station, it must have been a little after midnight. Her family lived in the suburbs of a major city, and one of the big benefits was having a great public transportation system readily available.

Erin threw a token in and walked straight into a waiting train car. She breathed a subconscious sigh of relief to discover that it was empty. Riding a train as a teenage girl, alone, in the middle of the night, was a needlessly risky move, but she wanted to get home and a taxi was just way too expensive for the distance that she had to cover.

Her relief was short lived, however, as a young couple stepped onto the train at the last minute and stared straight at her. Something about the drunken look in their eyes gave her a bad feeling.

The Corruption of Erin - Part 1

The Corruption of Erin – Part 1

Erin took a step back and looked at her painting. Not bad... She'd been taking this latest art class for about seven months now and was quickly becoming a little more proficient. Her latest project involved that classic art-class-motif... a bowl of fruit. Her apple... ALMOST looked like an apple... the orange... well it was an orange circle, how hard could it have been? And the banana... oddly penis-like. That would need some work.

Ms. Erin Kelly had graduated from high school not three weeks earlier. Long hours of study followed by longer hours of irresponsible behavior. In this way, she was like nearly every other teenager on the planet. But there would be no story if everything was going to stay this way, would there?

Erin was a skinny little thing... about five foot six, long blonde hair and decent enough curves. As usual... she was typical. Erin put down the brushes and walked over to her chair. Her parents had given her a room quite a bit bigger than she might ever need. Her family was well-to-do and living in the suburbs. She was the only child and their house had two master suites, giving her the benefit of a room with an adjoining bathroom (a must for any teenage girl!).

“Erin! Get your ass down here! You've got a visitor!” her mother's voice called. Okay, so her parents weren't the NICEST people in the world, but they never really mistreated her. “Coming!” she shouted in reply. Quickly, Erin stashed her painting supplies away and heading downstairs to the living area. When she arrived downstairs she found her friend Leslie waiting in her doorway.

“Hey Erin!” she squeeled as she ran into the house. What proceeded was the usual lightning-fast banter that only two teenage girls can provide and understand. Where Erin was just like every other teenager in the country, Leslie was anything but. She could have been a porn-star. Short, very large breasts, a bubbly personality and a dark skin tone that made her look like she spent a lifetime in the sun. Leslie invited Erin to head out to a late dinner with some friends, and Erin was happy to oblige her.

Erin was almost set to leave for college – and these last days with her friends were becoming progressively more important to her. They agreed to meet at the local Italian restaurant around 9 o'clock at night. It was going to be a long night, but her parents wouldn't really mind. They understood well that she was an adult now (if only just barely) and could no longer keep her locked up at home, no matter how much they wanted to.

To be Continued...