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Erin Ch. 01

By: DMaster_14



Jerry sat in the straight backed chair completely immobilized and watched as his boarder, Erin, worked through her Tai Chi movements on the pool deck in the back yard. Her lithe and sensual figure moved gracefully from one combination to the next. Her torso covered only barely by the white dance skin she wore. At 19 she was tall at 5' 5", 118 lbs, had black hair and ice blue eyes. Her figure was a stunning 36B, 22, 34. She had become Jerry's reason for living.

His wife had abandoned him after two years of marriage, His only contact with her was a letter containing the divorce papers she had obtained in Reno. He did not even know whether she was still alive. Since then, he had devoted himself to his work. Jerry ran a large Internet business from his home. He often lectured at the local university on starting and running a home business, that was how he met Erin.

She came to him after his lecture and asked to see his set up at home to give her a better idea how to arrange her own office. That night she showed up, with a bottle of wine and a pizza, proceeded to get him drunk and seduce him. Jerry fell madly in love with her that night and promised her anything if she would live with him. Erin had agreed and moved in the next day, but only after she made him promise to be her slave. Jerry had been ball's deep in her tight pussy when she voiced her demands. When he paused, she tightened her kegel muscles and almost crushed his cock. Gasping in pain Jerry quickly agreed to her wishes and she then started to flex her muscles. It felt like a hand running up and down his length, and Jerry started to lose control. He started bucking madly and she could feel his dick start to pulsate as it prepared to shoot his load, Erin clamped down even harder on him again and stopped his orgasm. 

Climbing off the bed she quickly went through his closet till she found four ties. She secured him to the old fashion curved brass bedposts, picked up his belt from his pants and then sat on his face facing down his body. Jerry started to lap at the dripping morsel she gave him and in return she started to beat him with his belt. She twisted his nipples, clawed at his flanks, and beat his cock and balls without mercy. Jerry had found paradise that night and refused to leave it. Erin fucked him silly that day, but not let him come at all. She had orgasm after orgasm, but left him wanting to teach him his place.

Now, more than a year later, Jerry was still in rapture over the nubile young woman that ran his life. She made his life a hell on earth and he worshiped her for it. He was her plaything and slave, she his Mistress and the center of his world. They had a strict arrangement about his work and her schoolwork. She transferred to a distance learning program and studied via computer at home. She kept him naked at home and ready for her summons at all times, but work and school came first. She was not about to blow her degree and he had to work to provide her with all the nice things in life she deserved. She normally left him alone during working hours, but every so often, she would summon him and torture him for a while to take the edge off, then send him back to his office in pain, longing for release. She kept him locked in a male chastity belt or penis restraint at all times. The only time he got a sexual release was when she decided he earned.

A splash in the pool broke his train of thought and he looked out to see Erin swimming to the ladder in front of him. She climbed out, naked and glorious to see, her dance skin on the deck in a pile. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a braid that hung half way down her back. The matching hair on her crotch was trimmed close and shaved to a single strip.

She pulled open the sliding glass door before him and smiled down at him. "I see you were able to keep your place." She laughed, having secured him before she went out, "But not your composure." She noted, glancing down at his crotch. The acrylic cage surrounding his penis was slightly small for him. This made even getting hard a torture in itself, and she kept him hard constantly. She had silenced him the riding bit, encased his hands in thumbless mitts that locked at the wrist, locked those and his ankles to the legs of the chair. She held him completely in place by attaching an alligator clip to each of his nipples and tying a piece of fishing line tightly around his back to them. The line cut into his arms so even the slightest movement caused the clips to pull on his nipples.

Erin straddled his hips and sat on his lap, her legs went around the chair and she locked her ankles behind him. Her wet skin glistened and water and her own moisture dripped from her center to land on his straining head. Her hand reached down to grasp him and she stuck her nails through the cage to poke his reddened skin. Jerry groaned at the contact. Her other hand played with the fishing line making him squirm and the results were worse for him as his movement only made the clips pull harder. 

Rubbing herself over him, she reached over and undid the nipple clamps, unhooked the clips holding his wrists to the sides of the chair. Keeping her legs locked behind him she arched her back far enough to reach the ankle clips and unhooked those as well. Jerry remained absolutely motionless during this, but his eyes hungrily devoured her and his heart soared at the site of her. Her breasts were firm taut mounds of flesh and her pussy opened to wink at him and drip still harder on his throbbing dick.

Placing both hands on the floor Erin released her leg lock on him and did a backwards handstand, moving to the splits and then upright again. Jerry drooled at the sight of her. She reached down and grasped the leash attached to his dog collar and jerked him out of the chair. Jerry landed on all fours before her and she smiled quietly to herself. He was well trained. She thought, most people would stand when you jerked them from a chair, but Jerry knew his place was on all fours at her feet. The leash and mitts reminded him that for now he was her puppy.

Erin had a new idea the previous night and it was time to try it. She took his leash and adjusted the collar until it was facing down his back. She took the leash and dropped it between his legs, picked up from beneath and hooked the loop over his cock cage. Even with the leash between his ass cheeks, it was strained to the limit and pulling on his collar, Jerry had to keep his head up or he would strangle himself, or pull off his prick. Satisfied with her handiwork, she slapped his ass with her palm and said, "Fetch my dance skin puppy, and mind you don't tear it."

Jerry crawled forward onto the deck as she watched. When he reached her clothes, he sat back on his knees and picked up the dance skin with both hands, and wrapped it around his neck as best he could with no thumbs. He then crawled back into the kitchen, his legs wide to allow for the cage and leash. He made it back to the kitchen without stopping or dropping her clothes and stopped at her feet, obvious proud of himself, but afraid to show it.

Erin reached down and took the leotard from around his neck, opened to inspect it and reacted with rage. "Look what you did." She screamed, holding it open in front of him to show the tear in the leg. Jerry knew he did not do it, but could not protest his innocence as she pulled up sharply on the leash and caused him to scream through the bit. "Down to the dungeon and I will punish you when I get there." She yelled. Jerry moved as quickly as possible towards the stairs as she stood fuming in the kitchen, watching him go. His ass cheeks were still red and marked from the previous night's games, and she was determined to add to them. The hole she put in the body suit was the perfect excuse.

Erin went to the master bedroom, her room now, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. She had a quick rinse to remove the pool smell and rinse her pussy clean. Toweling dry she decided to wear the school girl outfit this time, like the one in that video. The white blouse was open all the way down, and tied off at her midriff. Her firm tits were covered only barely. The plaid skirt stopped just below her crotch, it was a special order that she had Jerry buy for her on line, the white thigh high stay up stockings complemented it. The heels were 4", chunky and black patent leather. The tight leather g-string could just be seen in the reflection of her shoes. She combed her black hair out and set it in pig tails on either side of her head. She completed the picture with cherry red lip gloss and bright green eye shadow. As she left the bedroom she pulled on the white cross-country horseback riding gloves, with the rubberized palms and the fingertips removed.

Descending slowly into the basement, she entered the dungeon she had him build for them to play in. He was, as she expected, cowering in the corner on all fours. The floor to ceiling mirrored doors on the closet were one of her favorite features of the room. The four poster king size bed was another. There was a St. Andrews cross on one wall and the support post for the house's main beam had been sheathed and eyelets attached so she could chain him up and beat him. The next acquisition would be manacles for the wall, she had seen a set in a sex shop in town and Erin decided that she would have Jerry pick them up soon.

Erin snapped her fingers, the muted sound was quiet in the room, but Jerry whimpered and scuttled over to her. Erin looked down at him and smiled as she reached down and tugged hard on his leash. It was still running down his back and hooked to his cock cage. Jerry screamed through the bit, all that came out was an animal sound of pain. Erin unhooked the leash from his collar and lowered the hand loop from his cock. She reconnected the leash and then reached down to unhook the bit.

She dropped the bit to the carpeted floor and left it there. When she released Jerry he would clean everything up as always. Snapping her fingers again she walked over to the bench holding all of their toys, Jerry crawled along at her heels, the leash trailing off onto the floor. Erin picked up the long handled multi thong whip and struck his back gently. Jerry groaned at the feel of the thongs running down his spine.

She suddenly struck his back sharply and he cried out in pain. Waking around behind him Erin did it again, and watched as his cock jumped in its cage and leaked more pre-cum when she struck. She had seen him do this often, but never tired of seeing him react to her assaults on his person. She started to beat him in earnest as he groveled on the floor, never moving more than an few inches each time she struck. She had trained him well. He whimpered and held his ground as she reddened his ass, back and legs. When she had achieved the colour of red that she wished, Erin tossed the whip down and walked over to the bed.

Reclining in comfort she watched him whimper and sway on the floor as though she were still beating him. She snapped her fingers and Jerry crawled as quickly as his sore body allowed to wait at her feet. Erin sat up and grabbed his collar, jerking him to his feet between her spread thighs. Smiling sweetly, she undid the cock cage that held him prisoner and stroked the abused organ it had held. 

Jerry fought to contain himself and remain still, but the pressure in his balls was mounting. The outfit she wore was enough to drive him over the edge on it's own, but seeing her smooth skin and firm tits through the open blouse and her pouting pussy barely contained by the leather g-string was killing. He started to rock his hips gently in her massaging grip and she surprised him by taking his cock in her mouth. Her rough tongue ran down the underside of his throbbing dick before it came back up and curled over the head. Jerry was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. She had not let him come for over a week and the pressure in his nuts was at the bursting point. Suddenly her other hand appeared and ran up his ass cheeks, and slid wetly into his anus. She had been playing with herself while she sucked him and the added stimulation was the last straw. Jerry bucked and shot his load down her throat.

Erin swallowed greedily, and then started humming. The vibration was too much and Jerry's orgasm went into overdrive. He continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face. He would pay for it later, but right now he was operating on instinct. Erin continued to hold her hand around his cock and held her fingers stiff in his ass. He was doing all the work, stroking himself on her hand and fucking himself on her fingers.

As the last of his cum squirted weakly into her mouth, Erin shifted her grip and started to squeeze his balls and the base of his dick. She milked him to ensure she got every last drop and then pulled more of him into her mouth as he began to soften. When he had gone completely limp she had her nose buried in his crotch. The rubberized palms of her gloves rubbed roughly on his scrotum and he started to stiffen in her mouth once more.

Erin spit his cock out of her mouth and roughly pulled her fingers from his asshole. Jerry grunted in pain, but did not move or make any other sound. 

"How dare you come without permission?" Erin screamed as she locked both hands around his still stiffening cock and balls and squeezed sharply. Jerry grunted again and started to double over in pain, but she squeezed again and he pushed himself upright with effort. "You made me swallow that disgusting slop you produce and have no excuse for disobeying me. I can see that more training is required."

She stood and walked over to the bench, still holding onto his penis, giving him no choice but to follow. Looking down, she could see that he was still only semi-hard and she decided to have a little more fun with him. Before he could move, Erin slipped the tight sleeve over his growing cock. She then led him, still by the dick to the punishment frame by the wall. Jerry had built it at her direction and it would hold him firmly. She took his hands, still encased in the mitt and secured it overhead. She then connected his ankle cuffs to the sides of the frame, spreading his legs. Then she stepped in front of him and picked up a hose connection and smiled sweetly at him.

"Since you came so quickly without permission, I guess you need milking." She connected the hose to the end of the sleeve and turned on the switch to the machine. Jerry shook his head vigorously but it was too late. Again at Erin's instructions, he had purchased an electric breast pump used by nursing mothers to extract breast milk. A few simple modifications and it could be used on him to extract his sperm. The problem was it pulled on his dick unendingly and drove him wild. He would continue to shoot cum until it was turned off. This would leave him raw and sore. As with most men, after he came the head of this dick was very sensitive and any contact was uncomfortable. This machine continued to apply pressure and keep him hard and oozing long after he had finished coming.

The pressure started slowly and his dick expanded filling the sleeve. As the pressure increased, Jerry felt the urge to cum again, even though he had just shot his load into Erin's mouth. His hips started to rock as the machine pumped his cock and then he started to cum as Erin struck with the whip. Screaming in pain and jerking forward thick white ropes shot out of the end of his dick in time with the impact of the lashes. 

Erin suddenly shifted her pattern and came up between his legs and struck his nuts. Jerry shrieked in pain and shot still more cum into the collection bottle. Erin would freeze the bottle later for when she wanted it. Sometimes she would even thaw it out and feed it to him.

After several minutes the jar was full and Jerry was a sweat streaked sobbing mess. Erin had lost count of the times he had cum, but sperm was still running from his cock head. She changed bottles and stepped back to watch his suffer. His cum slowed and finally stopped but she left the machine running. The continued suction had him squirming and twisting in agony. After several minutes, Erin decided that he had had enough of the machine and wanted to change the scenery. She had worked up a sweat beating him and decided that they both needed a shower. 

Erin shut down the machine and unhooked him from the frame. Jerry dropped to the floor at her feet completely exhausted, but Erin gave him no chance to rest. "Clean this place up." She commanded as she stripped off the sweat soaked blouse she wore and the mitts he wore. Jerry quickly complied and sorted the toys on the bench and wall as Erin labeled the jars and put them in the freezer. 

"I need a shower." Erin commanded and left the dungeon. Jerry, knowing what was expected of him, followed her up stairs. Erin shed the rest of her clothes in the master bedroom and walked calmly into the en suite bathroom. Turning the water on in the glass shower she stepped into the hot water and sighed in delight. Jerry was in with her shortly after and started to soap her down. Quickly and efficiently Jerry had her clean and fresh and Erin decided that it was time for her relief.

Leaning forward she grabbed the bars Jerry had installed and spread her legs. Jerry knowing what she wanted stepped up behind her and inserted his cock into her soaking snatch. Erin sighed in delight and thrust back on his shaft. Keeping his hands behind his back Jerry held completely still and let her fuck herself on his cock. Soon Erin was thrusting and humping on him, her cunt clasping and clenching on his dick. Quaking in orgasm, she shrieked in delight. Pulling off his cock, Erin had only enough breath for one word, "ASS" she shouted.

Jerry grabbed his cock and pushed forward into her anal canal. Erin's eyes rolled back in her head as the feeling of his cock entering her ass spread through her entire body. This time, Jerry grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. He knew that she liked ass fucking hard and deep and did his best to give it to her. Erin remained still and let him pound her ass as hard as he could. The water pelted down on both of them as they rutted like animals in heat. Jerry could feel her pussy clenching around her hand as she thrust four fingers into herself. He was close to yet another orgasm as she spasmed beneath him in orgasm. Her asshole locked around his cock and prevented him from moving.

Standing up she pulled off his cock and leaned against the wall, letting the water rain down upon both of them. Catching her breath, Erin pushed off from the wall and rinsed herself off again as Jerry stood and waited for her. Finishing in the shower, Erin stepped out and let Jerry clean himself up. She insisted on absolute cleanliness from him at all times. Erin toweled off and watched him shower. As he was just finished soaping up, Erin went and turned on the hot water in the sink. Jerry screamed involuntarily as the water went ice cold, but had no choice but to finish showering.

When he got out of the shower and dried off Erin snapped a steel cock ring around the base of his penis, trapping his balls as well. Jerry's cock immediately started to swell and harden through the ring, but the blood flow was restricted.

Erin went over to the dresser in the corner and selected for him a pair of woman's panties and a matching bra. She smiled as she remembered the look of horror on his face when she took him into the lingerie store in the mall and held the panties and bra up in front of him to see if they matched his eyes. She had forced him to buy several sets of each and had further humiliated him buy asking the sales girl if she thought he would look pretty in them.

Turning with contempt, she flung the garments at his feet and sat down in one of the armchairs to watch him. Jerry struggled into the frilly attire and waited for her command. Erin proceeded to ignore him as she turned on the flat screen TV he had mounted on the wall. The tape in the machine started immediately and Jerry saw himself lashed to the cross and being beaten. He shivered as he recalled the day she had made that tape. Erin taped most of their sessions in the dungeon. She said it was to better his performance, but they both knew the truth was it turned them on. 


Erin Ch. 01



Lauren had only been seeing Erin for a month, but they were good together. They were close. They worked. It felt to Lauren like something that mattered, not merely a fling that would end in time.

It had only been a month, and a month was far too soon, but Lauren was staring to think about how to tell Erin she really liked her, that maybe soon she'd love her.

She was thinking about it, and still unable to decide if she should, when Erin said it first.

"I like you," Erin said.

They were at Erin's and were getting ready for bed. It was the ninth night they'd spent together in the month. Lauren had been counting.

Lauren was wearing a towel, and had just got out the shower. She was hanging up her clothes to wear tomorrow, so they wouldn't get creases overnight. Erin was sitting in the middle of the bed, watching Lauren. She seemed to like watching Lauren be all tidy.

Lauren was so glad one of them had finally said it, that she didn't know what to do next. "Okay," she said. "Cool." And hung up her suit pants carefully.

"Because of that," Erin said.

"What?"

"You don't know what to do. I really fucking like you because you don't know what to do now. Because I said that."

"Maybe." Lauren said. "Maybe I don't need to do anything."

"Yep," Erin said. "Okay."

"Don't," Lauren said. "Please."

"I really fucking like you," Erin said. "And I want to do something for you. Something I like to do for people."

Lauren looked at her.

"I don't want to tell you," Erin said. "I think I'd rather just do it."

Lauren wasn't sure what to make of that.

"You look worried," Erin said. "Shit. Are you really creeped out?"

"Not really. Not yet. What is it?"

"Do you want to? Do something new with me."

"Tell me what."

"No, tell me if you will first. If you'll try."

Lauren hesitated.

"Do you trust me?" Erin said.

"Yeah, I guess."

"So let me."

Lauren thought. "Yeah, okay."

"Take the towel off," Erin said. "Come here."

Lauren was suddenly a little nervous. This was new, they were still fairly new, and she didn't know Erin as well as she might. She wasn't sure what Erin was about to do.

Lauren took off the towel, went over to the bed, and sat down. Erin kissed her, and pulled her slowly backwards.

Lauren let her.

"Turn over," Erin said.

After a moment, very uncertain, Lauren did.

Erin started kissing her. Kissing her, and gently stroking Lauren's back. Then her arms, and legs, and ass. Kissing Lauren gently, around her neck, behind her ears, where it always made her wet and shivery.

"I want you so much I might die," Erin whispered. She said things like that a lot, and every time Lauren heard it, she fell in love a little more. And then tried to pretend she wasn't.

"Okay," Lauren said, like it was nothing.

"I really, really fucking want you," Erin whispered, and then she disappeared.

Lauren wasn't sure where she'd got to. Not until she felt Erin's hands on her ass, spreading her.

Quite cold-bloodedly, quite daintily, Erin licked Lauren's asshole.

"Hey," Lauren said. "Fuck, don't do that. I'm not..."

"You just had a shower."

"I know, but ..."

Erin slid up, and kissed Lauren's open mouth. There was a taste on her tongue, repellent but ever so slightly erotic too.

"Hey," Lauren said, startled, then kissed Erin back.

Erin laughed and returned to Lauren ass. Licked and lapped and pushed her tongue inside. She sucked on Lauren's perineum.

Lauren wanted to tell her to stop, that this was too much. She also wanted to beg her not to stop, ever.

Lauren had tried this before, two or three times, but never like this. Always drunk, and a bit furtive, and always with men. Usually only quickly, a slip during oral, or before someone tried to fuck her up there.

Never like this. Never so openly and filthily. Erin pushed a finger into Lauren's ass, pushed another into her pussy, and kneaded Lauren's perineum from the inside. She scratched her nails over Lauren's legs and lower back, and lapped at her ass all thick and wet and oily.

Lauren felt helpless and shattered and utterly loved.

"Good?" Erin whispered, and Lauren tried to speak, but found she couldn't make words to tell Erin how good it was.

It was good. It was powerful and consuming and deeply wrong. It was the opposite to an orgasm. An anti-orgasm, perpetual and dark and tantric. Erin went on and on, licking and sucking, and left Lauren almost too devastated to move. Lauren lay there, accepting Erin's tongue on the most intimate part of her. The most private part of her body.

Sex had never been like this for her before, and she was fairly sure Erin knew that.

"This thing you have about men," Erin whispered.

"What men?"

"You think you want men around."

"What?" Lauren said. "There's no men. There's you.'

"There might be men. One day. So this thing about men. This idea you like them."

"Oh," Lauren said. Erin was teasing. Erin teased her a lot about this.

"I thought I'd fix that," Erin said. "I thought I'd show you there's nothing a man can do I can't do better."

"Okay," Lauren said.

Erin slid a pillow under Lauren's hips, lifting her up. Somehow she'd got a strap-on out, put it on while she rimmed Lauren, without Lauren noticing.

Erin started fucking Lauren with it from behind, fucking her in the ass, and Lauren, astonished, pushed back at her. The dildo was deep inside her, further than any real penis had ever been, and there wasn't any stinging or pain, just a heavy fullness, a deeply shameful rightness about its fit. Erin was fucking her like a man, on purpose Lauren thought, thrusting in, her hands on Lauren's hips, on Lauren's hair. Erin had never been like this before, was usually a slow, gentle lover, but now something had taken hold of her. She was rough, enough she pushed Lauren up the bed, so Lauren was left holding onto the bed-head, half-draped against it, being fucked doggy. Erin's hand in her hair, twisting and tugging, Erin's hand on her breast squeezing, Erin's mouth on her ear and neck, whispering, "Don't come. Not yet. Wait a little more."

"I'm not," Lauren said. "I'm not."

She lay there, weak, unthinking, and let Erin have her. Erin's completely, she thought, like Erin wanted her to be.

Lauren wanted it to last forever. She was helpless. Erin's toy to be had.

Then Erin moved, turned Lauren over, and the dildo was gone, and Erin was between Lauren's legs, her breath soft on Lauren's pussy, looking up, spreading Lauren's lips, and whispering, "Now?"

"Please," Lauren said.

"Now?" Erin said. "Beg."

Lauren already was. Moving her hips and trying to grab Erin's hair and saying, "Please do it."

Erin kept her mouth away for a moment longer, while Lauren grabbed at her, then let Lauren pull her down, and licked slowly, licked completely inside Lauren. Licked, and sucked, and after a moment Lauren was there. Shatteringly.

Lauren came and the world stopped and she thought her heart might as well. It was perfect. It so intense it hurt, like her soul had spasmed as well as her body.

She lay there and looked at Erin and felt like her life would never the same.

"Do me," Erin said.

"Not yet," Lauren said. "I can't. Give me a moment." She couldn't think, wasn't sure she could move.

"Just your hands," Erin said. "Make me come. Please."

"No," Lauren said. "I want to fuck you too."

Erin slowly grinned.

After a few moments, Lauren sat up. Erin showed her how to put the dildo on, and she worked out how to fuck. This was different to what she'd done before. She was fascinated by the thick black plastic between their bodies, she stroked it, and put it inside Erin, and watched Erin writhing and penetrated and hers. She fucked Erin, in her pussy, pulling Erin's hair, sucking her nipples, fucking her to an orgasm of her own.

When they were done, Erin lay against Lauren and sighed. Erin's skin was damp, her body warm.

Erin was hugging her loosely, was quiet. Lauren lay there exhausted, and wondered about just turning off the light and going to sleep without saying anything more.

She wasn't sure if Erin would mind. She wasn't sure which words would mean anything, after that.

"Still want me?" Erin whispered after a while.

"What?" Lauren said.

"After that, do you still want me?"

"Yes," Lauren said. "Of course."

"Not scared by that? Not scared off?"

Lauren didn't answer. An hour ago she'd wanted to tell Erin she liked her, and might love her one day. Now it was more than that. More, and it was a little terrifying too. Lauren didn't want to say she hadn't liked what Erin had done. She didn't want to lie about something like this, and have that lie there forever, between them. She also didn't want to say she'd liked it and have Erin expect it every week.

"I don't think so," she said, "Not scared off."

That seemed to be enough. Erin rolled over and lay on her side, apparently satisfied.

Lauren wondered if she should get up and go to the bathroom. She'd needed to after anal, the few other times she'd tried. Not now, though. Normally, she supposed, by the time you knew a guy well enough to let him do that to you, it was because he'd been nagging for weeks, and usually that nagging started right after the nagging about not wearing a condom. So when he did your ass, he came up there, and that was probably why she needed the bathroom. Having things stuck up there, just by itself, wasn't the same.

She lay there and decided she was fine. She stung, and felt a bit stretched, but otherwise she was fine.

She felt much closer to Erin, in a strange way she couldn't place.

After a while, being hugged, and being almost loved, Lauren went to sleep.

*

When Lauren woke, Erin was looking at her.

"Hey," Erin said, softly.

"Hey," Lauren said, and blinked. "What are you doing?"

"Watching you sleep."

"Really don't. It's kind of weird."

Erin grinned.

"What time is it?" Lauren said. "I need to go to work."

"Early."

"Oh." Lauren lay there for a while. Erin stroked her back.

"My ass hurts," Lauren said. "A little bit."

"Yeah," Erin said, and kept stroking.

"You were rough," Lauren said.

"You liked it."

"You buggered me," Lauren said.

"I know."

"You sodomized me."

No answer.

"My ass hurts," Lauren said.

"You said," Erin said. She still sounded sleepy.

"My back door."

"Do you want me to do something about it?"

Lauren thought about that. "Rub lotion into it?"

"Kiss it better."

Lauren decided she'd pretty much demanded that offer. In a backwards roundabout kind of way. She wasn't sure, was wondering if she really wanted to, in the cold light of morning.

It would change things between them. It would mean this was part of them, and what they did, forever.

Erin was into it, though. And Lauren was almost sure she'd had fun.

"Yeah," Lauren said. "Okay."

Erin turned Lauren's face around, kissed her. "Do I get some too?" Erin said. "If I do you?"

"Nope."

"Nothing?"

Lauren grinned. "Nope. Not that."

"Kind of selfish, isn't it?"

"Yep. Live with it."

They looked at each other. Erin seemed all serious. Lauren couldn't decide why. If it was her saying no, and how much Erin minded.

"I could," Erin said.

"Could what?"

"Live with it."

Lauren lay there. "Okay, so do."

"I will."

A silence. Erin seemed to be looking at Erin again, all tender and smitten.

"Are you going to or not?" Lauren said, and then was surprised at herself.

Erin grinned, and slid down behind Lauren. She started lapping. Lauren sighed, and moved, lifting herself onto Erin's tongue, spreading her knees. It was good, once you got used to the idea. Once you got past knowing where Erin's mouth was, where she was licking, that she was holding Lauren's ass apart and slipping her tongue inside.

The attention Erin paid, the care she took, made it quite glorious. Different to kissing, and also different to having your clit licked. Lauren was starting to think she liked it.

"Lift up," Erin said, and Lauren did, up onto her knees.

When Lauren was kneeling, Erin could lap from Lauren's ass to her clit, like a little wave of sensation each time, front to back, peaking as it ended. Erin had her fingers inside Lauren, two front and two back, and was massaging Lauren from the inside while she licked.

"That's fucking glorious," Lauren whispered, into the pillow.

Then Erin stuck the dildo back inside Lauren, and Lauren was so far gone she didn't realize what was happening, where it was penetrating her, until it had slid an inch into her ass.

"Hey," she said. "Fuck, I can't again."

And by then it was two inches in. Lauren wriggled, nervous, but didn't pull away. Erin was holding her hip, but that wasn't really why.

"I don't know if I can," Lauren said.

"It's not the same one as last night," Erin said. "This is smaller.'

Lauren lay there, and realized she could feel the difference. It didn't stretch her as much, didn't hurt at all.

"And it does this," Erin said, and then the dildo started vibrating. Lauren jumped, and then went all still and quiet and started concentrating. A vibrator there, fairly deep, did some very interesting things.

She knelt there, and didn't speak. After a while she came again, and lay on her side, and was almost too embarrassed to look at Erin.

Erin was grinning again. She put the vibrator down beside the bed, out of Lauren's sight, which was probably a sensible thing to do.

"You're a pervert," Lauren said.

"Do you still want me?"

"I can't do this every night. I don't want to."

Erin shrugged.

"But I want you," Lauren said. "Silly."

Erin grinned, and kissed her, and this time Lauren didn't really care where Erin's mouth had been.

That surprised her too.

Erin got out of bed, and started getting ready for work. She always mucked around a lot, picking clothes and doing make-up. Lauren got ready at night, and Erin got ready in the morning. Early on, Lauren had wondered if that might be a problem.

It hadn't turned out to be.

Like Erin wanting to lick her ass didn't seem to be one either.

Lauren watched Erin look at tops, and after a while, thinking out loud, trying it out for size, she said, "Hey, I love you, okay?"

Erin turned around and looked at her.

"You don't need to say it back," Lauren said, thinking she'd fucking better.

"Because of this?" Erin said. "Because of last night?"

Lauren shrugged. "I can live with that. If that's the worst thing about you."

"Live with it?"

"You know what I mean."

Erin kept looking at her.

"I could get into that. I could be as into it as I am into you."

Erin started to smile. "You too," she said. "I love you too."

"Cool," Lauren said, relieved. "And hey, I'll lick yours sometime too. Just let me get used to the idea, okay?"

Erin nodded, and came over, and kissed her, and then went back to the wardrobe.

"Hey," Lauren said. "Shouldn't you ask what I'm into, before you get too comfortable? Since we're doing it that way. With confessions and shit?"

"Okay," Erin said. "Yeah, sure. What?"

"It's really fucking filthy," Lauren said. "It's awful. You won't be able to deal with it."

Erin was thinking.

"Really revolting," Lauren said. "You'll be completely fucking disgusted."

Erin kept looking, and Lauren started to smile, couldn't hold it back

"Fuck," Erin said, looking at her carefully. "You're joking?"

Lauren didn't answer.

"You are joking, right?" Erin said.

"Ah, yeah," Lauren said.

Erin looked relieved.

"I love you," Lauren said. "Pervert."

Erin came over and kissed her again. "I love you too."



Erin Ch. 01



Erin had been dressed, barely, as a princess, all in light coloured floating material, her breasts out of the top and a "V" in the front of the skirt slit to the crotch. Jerry was naked and his back was red and covered in welts on the screen. The multi thong whip she used caused him great pain, but never broke the skin. Jerry watched as the screen version of himself jerked and flinched at each blow.

Jerry felt his cock harden as he watched Erin dispense discipline on screen. He avoided looking at her, as he knew she would be masturbating to the tape playing. Sure enough, he soon heard her gasping and panting as she approached orgasm. The slurping sound of her cunt could be heard across the room as she drove her fingers in and out of her snatch.

"Attend me slave." She commanded and Jerry hastened to kneel between her legs. Erin had her legs spread and hanging over the arms of the chairs. Her pussy was open and dripping onto the chair seat. Grabbing the back of his head, Erin drove his face deep into the v between her legs. His tongue shot into her snatch and lapped up the wetness there. Erin's legs shot straight out from her body as she stiffened in orgasm and her juice sprayed into his mouth. Her nails dug into the back of his head and his nose was crushed against her stiff clit, further intensifying her orgasm.

Panting and whimpering with delight, Erin released his head and fell back on the chair; Jerry followed her pussy and licked gently at the delicate lips, cleaning her without exciting her further. As her breathing returned to normal, and she returned to earth, Erin had another idea for abusing Jerry and she smiled evilly. "I am going to take a nap, go on with your duties." Erin dismissed him with an arrogant wave of her hand and Jerry kissed her glistening pussy and crawled out of the master bedroom.

Erin awoke after an hour and proceeded to study for another 3. She put on her robe and went downstairs to find her lunch waiting and Jerry kneeling in the kitchen corner as she insisted. She ate her lunch and had Jerry clean up after her and then fed himself as she went down stairs to the playroom to get everything ready. When she returned she looked for Jerry but could not find him till she heard his voice on the phone. It was a very different voice then the one he used when he spoke to her, it was confident and professional and she realized that he was working. She returned to her room and studied until she felt his presence. Jerry announced himself by crawling in to her room and licking her feet.

"You kept me waiting." Erin told him looking down at him with disgust.

"I am sorry Mistress, but that was the call on the deal we have been waiting for. It's..."

"I did not say speak." Erin interrupted. "Down stairs you miserable excuse for a slave." She kicked out at him and made contact with his ass, speeding him along.

Once down in the dungeon Erin reattached the mitts and the ankle cuffs before positioning him against the wall. She folded him in half at the waist and pressed his back against the wall, head down. His wrists and ankle cuffs were locked to the spreader bar she attached, and then she connected a seat belt to the wall, across his thighs and then to the wall again before pulling it tight. With the strap across his thighs, he was held upright to the waist but head down near the spreader bar. Another strap went around him below his knees at his calves, making it impossible to move, but leaving him completely open to her. His genitals and asshole was Erin's to abuse. 

Picking up the whip she proceeded to redden his ass and legs again. Jerry groaned and twitched but could not move. His dick was tight to his belly and dripped pre come in his face, but the steel ring prevented him from coming. When his flesh was the precise colour of red she desired, Erin tossed the whip aside and dropped her robe. She was already wearing the large strap on that she enjoyed and she lined it up and pushed it deep into Jerry's open anus.

Jerry screamed as she fucked him deep in one stroke. He was used to taking her dildo up his ass, but never this one right off the bat. He fought to relax and was rewarded with a thrill from his massaged prostate. Erin was fucking him deep and strong, this position forced the dildo down and directly onto her clit. It was a little uncomfortable for her as she was right against the wall but she would fix that next time by having Jerry build a box out from the wall to clip him to and give her room to work, the top of the box also gave her ideas about bringing in someone else to this wonderful life.

Her orgasm caught her off guard and she came in a rush, her creamy fluid draining down her legs. She clawed through their legs and ripped off the cock ring and Jerry screamed and came as she drove all the way up his ass. His cock shot its load all over his face and into his mouth. Jerry swallowed all he could and still more come shot from his cock. Erin collapsed on the wall and caught her breath as the dildo rested deep in Jerry. She unbuckled the harness and stepped back to the bed to regain her composure. Jerry was left panting against the wall. When Erin recovered, she released the top strap and one wrist from the bar. Staggering slightly she headed for the bed and collapsed. 

Jerry extricated himself from his position and cleaned the dildo in the bathroom before returning it to its place and went to stand by the bed. Erin surprised him by raising her arms and beckoning him to her. He climbed onto the bed and lay down gently beside her. Erin pulled the covers up over them both and removed the mitts. She pushed him over onto his back and enjoyed the sound of his indrawn breath as his abused skin met the silk sheets. Snuggling into his shoulder she said, "What were you saying about that deal?"

"They bought the proposal. My commission is 2.5 million. We are set for life."

"Good, I think we can find a few things to do with that money. Go to sleep." Erin reached down and gently grasped his penis as they both drifted off, content with their lives.

It had been several months since Jerry made his major break in business and things had only improved both in business and in the relationship with Erin. She had graduated with honors and started her own home based business. Now they shared an office, usually working nude and with Jerry restrained in some way. They had taken fetish cruise on one of the major shipping lines and made many friends in the same circles, which had helped Erin's business immensely, and gave her several ideas.

She had Jerry bound once more against the box she had him build on the wall and she had him folded in half, her current favorite position as she beat him with the buggy whip. Long thin welts covered his ass and thighs as he screamed into his ring gag with each contact. On the thirtieth stroke she decided to have some mercy and put the whip down. Jerry's eyes widened in surprise and thanks as she came over to him and kneeled down to his face. The ring gag kept his mouth open and he extended his tongue.

Erin rubbed her pussy against the outstretched organ and sighed in delight. He could not move nor close his mouth as she stroked her snatch against his open mouth and came repeatedly. Jerry swallowed as well as he could but chocked when he felt her mouth surround his throbbing cock. Erin took him deep and sucked him hard as she shot another orgasm into his open mouth. She felt Jerry's cock get even bigger and she pulled the ring off him and drove her nails into his nuts. 

Jerry twitched as best as he could and shot his load into her mouth. Erin swallowed the pearly white cum and sucked harder. She loved the taste of him and since she did not let him cum often she enjoyed it that much more. Normally she would not have let him cum so soon, but she had something new for them to play with. 

Erin jerked his cock to make sure she got all his cum from his balls and ticked his anus to make him squirm before she got off his face. Jerry sighed with relief when Erin undid the straps that held him to the box and quickly undid all of the straps while Erin went for a shower. 

Emerging from the steaming bathroom Erin saw that Jerry had cleaned up the toys and was waiting in his proper position, on his knees with her towel extended before him. She grabbed her towel and snapped her fingers at him. Jerry crawled forward to her and began to lick her feet. Erin kicked him away and pointed at the shower. Jerry crawled into the bathroom and proceeded to clean the shower before he had his. Once complete he crawled out to the bedroom and found Erin waiting for him on the bed with a new pair of underwear for him.

He stood before her and she held out the pants for him. There were made of latex, with a hole in the front and thin dildo in the back. Jerry took them back into the bathroom and powdered the shorts and greased the dildo and pulled them on. They were too small for him and he had to struggle to get them on and insert the dildo, but he completed dressing quickly. He crawled back out to her and sat back on his haunches for her to inspect him. His cock and balls extended from the front hole and he started to get hard as the dildo massaged his prostate. He was only slightly uncomfortable as this dildo was considerably thinner than what she had been using.

Erin snapped her fingers again and beckoned him to stand before her. Jerry stood with his feet spread and his hands behind his back when he felt something cold hit his nuts. Erin smiled wickedly as she held the ice cubes to his rapidly shrinking bag and dick. Jerry shuddered and did his best to keep still, but he could not stop the reflex to back away from the cold on his nuts. Erin drove her nails in again behind his balls and Jerry froze in place. 

"I have another present for you, well two really." Erin said sweetly. Jerry was instantly afraid. A generous Erin meant pain and punishment for him; he could not wait to see what she had for him. She removed the ice and quickly dried his crotch. Then she pulled a small leather bag from behind her back.

"Like it?" She asked. Erin slipped the bag over his cock and balls and tied it tight with the leather thong. She pulled the leather tighter than his cock ring and then she locked it with a small pad lock. "Just so you don't get any ideas of taking it off before I say so. Now turn around and bend over for your other present."

Jerry instantly complied and grabbed his ankles. Erin stroked the latex as it heated up and he felt her push on the dildo in his ass. Suddenly he heard a pumping sound and felt the dildo start to expand. "Do you like it?" Erin asked as she kept squeezing the bulb in her hand. "It is made to expand as much as I want." 

Jerry twitched and rocked as the dildo expanded in his ass. This was like being fucked without moving. His cock started to harden again only meet the hard leather pouch and be restrained. This was a new feeling. He needed to get hard, but there was no room in the pouch. 

When Erin felt she had had enough, she stopped pumping but left the bulb attached so that it would hang between his legs like a tail. "Is that comfortable?" She asked and Jerry groaned in response. "Good, now go to work. I have things to do in my office." Turning and striding out of the room naked, Jerry watched her go from between his legs.

It was several uncomfortable hours before Erin called him into her office. Jerry had managed to get a surprising amount of work done considering his attire. Erin remained naked and was seated in her leather arm chair as Jerry crawled in. She had her legs crossed and pointed at her feet. Jerry came and began to massage her foot as she rested the other in his lap and her toes played with the pouch containing his straining penis. 

Jerry worked her feet and relaxed her as she finished the last item on her list before calling it a day. She pulled her feet back and draped her legs over the arms of the chair. Jerry immediately crawled forward and began to lick her steaming pussy. The feel of the leather arm chair always excited her and she was very wet. 

She closed her eyes and twisted her nipples as Jerry snaked his tongue deep into her slit then dragged it across her clit. She bucked against his face and came hard in his mouth. She had been playing with herself for the last hour, but had held of her orgasm till he could do it. Jerry prolonged her orgasm as long as he could and she rocked and strained in the chair till she finished, falling back and relaxing. Jerry stopped sucking and just licked her, gently cleaning up her spendings as she fought for breath.

She pushed him away and stood up. "Get this mess cleaned up and get downstairs." She commanded and she left the office. Jerry immediately started to lick the juice she had left on the chair. He polished her leather seat with his tongue, delighting in the scent of her on the leather as he listened to her dive into the pool and do several laps. He finished just before she got out and quickly crawled down to the dungeon.

Erin came into the dungeon to find him waiting for her and she pulled the blindfold off the table as she went past. Jerry was quickly blinded and she led him to the foot of the bed. Within minutes, she had him spread eagled at the foot of bed and she gave the bulb a few more squeezes for good measure. She inserted the penis gag into his mouth and buckled it behind his head. She attached the alligator nipple clamps with the weights attached and Jerry moaned in pain as the teeth dug in. "Sleep well," she whispered in his ear as she turned to walk to the door. Erin paused to turn on the stereo before she left, some soft classical music never failed to put him out.

Jerry heard the door slam and shuddered at the thought of spending the rest of the night tied as he was, but he had no choice. He sucked on the dick to keep from drooling down his face and waited. With the radio playing he could hear nothing in room and was completely cut off. Had she left him there or was she watching him even as he thought about it.



Erin Ch. 02



The day after Erin got me to jack off for her, things were a little strained. Most of the day went okay, because we weren't around each other much. But in the evening we hardly said a word to each other. We didn't say much to our parents, either. I felt very strange, and she must have as well. Hell, she was my sister.

The evening ended. Our parents went to bed, as always, before us. Erin had gone to her room, and I finally decided to go to mine. I was in my bathroom when the door opened. I looked up to see Erin shyly slide into the room and close the door.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied. I felt uncomfortable in the situation.

"I felt pretty awkward talking to you today," she said.

"Yeah, me too, though we didn't talk much."

Erin smiled and nodded. "I think Mom and Dad noticed, too. Maybe they think we're sick."

I smiled, but didn't know what to say. She was the one who came in, so I just waited to hear what she wanted to say. 

She finally spoke. "I wanted to thank you for last night. And wanted to know if you were okay with it."

"Okay with it? Yeah, sure. I am if it didn't make you feel too strange."

"What was strange? My brother masturbating in my room in front of me?"

"Hey, you asked me to!" I said, defensively.

"I know," she said, smiling and putting her hands on my arm. "I know I asked you to. And I wanted to see if you were okay with it, or if you regret it, or if maybe you wanted more."

"More?" I asked.

"Okay then, more."

"That was a question, not a choice," I corrected her.

She laughed again. " I know, just teasing. But I enjoyed watching. How did you feel?"

"It turned me on. I mean, I was shocked at your asking. I would never have thought it would happen. But once it did, I got pretty turned on. But what do you mean more?"

"Well," she said, "if you liked it that much, we could do more."

I had finally noticed she was only wearing panties and a tight t-shirt. That was her normal clothes for sleeping, and I had seen her in them many times, but all of a sudden it seemed very sexy. There was no doubt, she was an extremely sexy girl. I wondered why I had never noticed it. I also didn't notice my penis beginning to get hard.

I looked at her and said, "You want me to do it again?" It sounded exciting, but I had reservations. 

"It was very interesting," she said, sounding sexy. "Would you like that?"

"Maybe," I said. My mind wandered to sex in general, and my eyes wandered to her large, heavy tits. SUddenly they seemed to be stretching the material tight. "What about you?"

"You want me to do something?" Now she sounded surprised. Or she tried to.

Why not, I thought to myself. So I said, "Why not?"

She moved slightly closer to me. "Well, I was waiting for you to say something like that. I was afraid you were freaking out, but I am surprised at how much I've been thinking about it."

Her one hand slid down to her side and landed on my leg. It settled on my boxers, on the front of my leg. My penis had been about half hard, but when I felt her hand it jumped. She smiled, but didn't say anything.

"So you want to see it again?" I asked, though my voice sounded a little strangled.

"Yeah, I would," she answered, while her thumb pressed right at the base of my penis. It was nearly erect. "Is that okay?"

I gulped. "I don't have much choice, do I?"

"Of course you do," she said as she pressed harder at the root. 

"No," I said. "I don't think I have any choice at all when you do that."

"Good," she smiled. Her thumb slid down an inch or so onto my erect penis, enough to get some leverage. It then pulled my penis to the side, until the tip slipped out of the opening, popping into full view.

"Oh!" she said. She smiled, looking at the erection, and sliding her hand down the top of it. Her fingers pushed down lightly on the top, and when they got to the head she asked, "Is this okay?"

Come on, what could I say? "Oh, yeah."

Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She pulled on it, slid her fingers around it, getting to know it very well.

I moaned. She paid particular attention to the ridge underneath the shaft, and the head. When she twisted the head, I moaned again.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

Dumb question. "Oh, yeah! I like it a lot! I like it all."

"Good," she said. Her hand wrapped around the shaft again, this time pumping down and back up. 

I was so turned on, but also conflicted. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You know," I said, trying to think while feeling so excited. "You're my sister. It's... It's... Isn't it wrong?" I meant to say it was wrong, but somehow it came out as a question.

"I think it's natural," she answered while stroking my shaft slowly but firmly. "You're a guy, I'm a girl. It's natural. I mean, we couldn't get married or have kids and stuff, but we have to be curious, and experiment. Why not with you?"

"Oooohh," I answered, as a shiver went through me. She stopped stroking and slid a finger over the slit at the tip. back and forth, while leaning a little closer for a good look.

"You really have a nice looking penis," she said.

What was I supposed to say to that? Thanks, Sis? "How many have you seen?"

"Just a couple," she answered. "Yours is the prettiest. And the biggest."

"I like the biggest comment. I'm not sure if anybody wants to hear they have a pretty penis."

"Why not? It IS pretty." She ran her finger around my dick as she gave herself a tour of it. "This beautiful, smooth head, and this big ridge around it." She laughed lightly. "I bet that feels good ... inside."

She looked and sounded shy as she said that. It surprised me how she could do what she was doing and still seem to be shy. But I suppose I was feeling kind of shy myself, even though my cock was sticking straight out with my sister playing with it. 

She continued her tour. "And what's this ridge on the bottom?" It was rhetorical, as she didn't wait for an answer. "That's very interesting." She ran her finger along the ridge, and had to add her thumb on top to apply enough pressure. Then she added a couple fingers to stroke the length again. "It feels so soft, yet it's so hard!"

"Like a breast," I said. "They are so soft but very firm at the same time."

"I never thought of that," she said. Then she looked up at my face, shyly again, and asked, "Do you want to see my breasts?"

Damn! "Sure," I said quickly. I wasn't crazy, but I hadn't even thought of how it would escalate things.

She let go of my dick. I knew I couldn't keep from cumming at this rate, so I was grateful for the break.

Erin stood up and pulled her shirt over her head and off. Wow, what gorgeous tits! They hung on her chest, topped with big, swollen nipples sitting in a large, dark field of skin. My hand automatically reached up to cup one, and I groaned aloud when I did.

Erin giggled. "You like?"

"You have awesome tits!" I said.

She giggled again. "Thanks." I guess that was a good answer after all. "I could tell you liked them."

She was referring to my dick, which started twitching. She reached down and held it again. "Have a lot of girls done this?"

"Some," I answered.

Laughing, she said."Yeah, I'll bet. A lot. They've gotta love this." She was stroking it now. It seemed she was all done exploring, and was enjoying the power now. I wasn't sure if it was the power of my erection or the power she had over it.

She was watching her hand sliding up and down my shaft as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. I tried thinking of other things to keep calm. I couldn't let go of her tit, though, as I kept it firmly in my hand. My finger and thumb pinched the hardened nipple while the rest of my hand enjoyed the firm flesh of her breast.

Erin continued. "I know my friends would love a cock like this," she said, squeezing it harder and stroking faster. "Would you like it if I told them how nice it is? I'll bet some of them would love to fuck you." She didn't usually talk like that. Her face was also a little contorted. She must have been turned on, too.

"You want me to fuck your friends?" I asked. I wasn't even thinking about it, really. I was thinking mostly about her hand working my cock. We both felt it swelling, the veins bulging, and the head had turned darker.

"Oh, they'd love to have this big prick stuffed up inside them," she said, noticeably aroused. Her hand now was nearly abusing my cock as she tried to force it to cum. "Imagine this monster spreading their pussies wide!"

Well, I had reached my limit. With my mind thinking of that spread-open pussy, my hand squeezing her tit, and her hand pounding down the length of my cock, I felt a shiver deep in my groin. I let out a groan and shoved my hips forward as the cum shot out of my cock, splashing onto the sink and mirror. I groaned again along with a couple more spurts, and as I slowed down Erin squeezed all the cum she could out of my dick. 

I braced myself on the counter with one hand, my other hand still latched on to Erin's breast. I felt a wonderful calm come over me as she gently stroked my shaft, fingers running over top and the slit, playing with the cum, rubbing it into the skin.

I breathed hard, tried to catch my breath, and let out a low moan. Erin leaned in towards me as I returned to feeling normal. 

"Let's go into my room," she said softly.

She let go of my dick, turned, and walked out the door, looking first to make sure no one else was around since she was still topless. Not thinking much about it, I did a quick wipe of my dick and followed her. I was glad the hall was empty when I realized my cock was still sticking straight out in front of me.

My erection hadn't eased much, but it regained whatever it had lost as I walked into Erin's room to see her removing her panties. Her pubic hair matched her long blonde hair, light enough to allow a nice vision of her crotch. Now naked, she crawled up onto her bed and expected me to follow, which of course I did.

My hands headed directly for her gorgeous tits. Her hands met them and helped guide them in, then landed on my upper thighs. They slid slowly up towards my crotch until they met, trapping my upright erection in between them.

Erin smiled."It doesn't get tired, either. That's nice."

"How could it?" I asked, only vaguely knowing what I was talking about.

"Touch me," she said, sexily.

I was going to protest that I was touching her, as my hands covered both of her tits, at least as much as they could. Then I realized what she meant. I dropped one hand to her leg, watching her face to make sure that was what she wanted, then moved it into her crotch. I wasn't thinking at all if this was right or not. Erin had become a girl, not my sister, in my aroused thoughts.

Her legs spread as my hand pushed in between them, and I reached her pussy lips to find them swollen. Two fingers slipped between them to find an overly wet cunt. She moaned and stiffened as I slid my fingers up and down her slit from one end to the other. After a minute of this I slid a finger into her hole and made her gasp.

"How many guys have done this?" I asked for some reason.

"Ohh," she sighed, "nobody as good as this."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No," she answered. I wasn't thinking of fucking her. I suppose I did still realize she was my sister. And as far as I could tell she wasn't thinking of fucking me either. But with my hand in her vagina it seemed like I should know if she was a virgin.

Knowing that she wasn't a virgin, I stuck another finger in and pushed it as deep as I could. She groaned and gyrated her hips towards my intruding fingers.

"Oh, God, yes," she moaned. 

She had only one hand on my cock, but it was squeezing hard. It encouraged me to keep attacking her cunt, and I did. I felt a soft, squishy area inside her hole and rubbed it, making Erin moan as I did. She began crying out softly as my thumb found her clit. I rubbed around the bud, getting a small yelp each time I flicked over it.

My fingers still pinching her nipples caused a reaction as well. Her hips drove into the mattress, onto my fingers, as she was being overcome with excitement. She wrapped one arm around my head and pulled our heads together. Side by side, not into a kiss. She needed the extra support as her climax was coming quickly. I tried to get another finger inside her, but her hips were exerting so much downward pressure into the mattress that I couldn't. I did flick her clit more, though, and began pinching her nipples harder as she moaned and groaned toward her orgasm. 

Her body stiffened as she came hard, then twitched and twisted so that she almost knocked herself off balance. She abandoned my cock as she used that hand to balance herself. I kept fingering her G spot and she kept cumming, out of control and loving every second. 

She orgasmed for quite a few seconds, and came down off her high slowly. I let up my attack but kept stroking her. I held her head against mine and stroked her hair, and stroked her pussy lightly and slowly as she gradually calmed. It was then that we heard a scream from the doorway.

Our heads jerked toward the sound and then froze in terror as we recognized our mother standing there. She was in shock, too much to utter a word. I tried saying something but nothing came out. I'm not sure what I had tried saying anyway, evidently being in as much shock as Mom.

We had sat up straight immediately, but it took a few seconds to realize that my hand was still in my sister's crotch. I jerked it away, which caught my mother's attention. My penis had been sticking straight up between us, on full display for Mom, but it had by now fully deflated. Erin and I both tried covering ourselves up however we could. Mom left the room without a word.

We heard another small shriek from Mom. She evidently had gone into the bathroom and seen my cum splashed over the fixtures. Erin and I didn't say a word, but quickly got off the bed. She grabbed for some clothes as I left the room and headed directly to my own. I slipped on underwear as I heard Erin's door shut, then muffled voices. I couldn't make out the words, but Mom's very excited voice was talking - or yelling - at Erin. I didn't hear Erin's voice very much at all. What could she say? After several minutes Mom's voice calmed, but she kept talking. Gradually there came to be longer pauses between sentences, and eventually I heard mostly silence.

After a few minutes of silence, Erin's door opened. I held my breath, waiting to hear what was going to happen next. I was surprised when Mom came into my room. She took just one step in and stood there looking at me for what seemed an eternity. Finally, in a low, falsely calm voice, she told me I should pack some clothes and leave the house. I was in shock at this, but I understood that I was to do this now. She said she wasn't telling Dad about this until after I had left. I immediately knew this was a good thing, as Dad was likely to take a baseball bat to my head if I was there when he found out. I felt terrible about leaving Erin in that situation, but at least I knew she wouldn't be harmed.

I packed two suitcases and left before dawn, eventually moving in with a friend until I found a cheap apartment. Erin was fine, though grounded completely. After a week or so I spoke to Mom by phone, and even in person a while later when we met in a parking lot and she gave me more of my personal belongings. We had little to say to each other, though. Mostly I told her I was sorry. I still haven't spoken to Dad, but I think he has made peace at least with Erin. 

Me? Only time will tell.  



Erin Ch. 02: Erin's Anniversary



Lauren was late home. She unlocked the front door and pushed it open and saw candles. The hall was full of candles, scattered along either wall. Candles and rose petals on the floor. There was music playing in the lounge, drifting through the house. Something with violins she thought she recognized as one that Erin liked.

Lauren went inside, and put down her bag, and looked for Erin.

"Hey," she called. "I'm home."

"Up here," Erin shouted, from upstairs.

There were candles up the stairs. There were rose petals leading into the bathroom. Erin was sitting in the bath, even though she hated baths. She didn't see the point taking more time than a shower took to clean herself, or in washing once she was clean. She only got into baths for Lauren's sake, when Lauren asked her too, and now she was sitting in a bath, waiting for Lauren to come home. There were rose petals floating in the water with her, and frothy bubbles too. Steam rose from the surface and filled the room and drifted out into the hall.

Lauren looked at her, and had no idea what to say. Her heart felt full. Her eyes stung a little from how intensely tender she felt towards Erin.

"Like it?" Erin said. "Ta-dah."

"You," Lauren said. "Shit. Just shit."

Erin grinned, and looked pleased.

Lauren thought about the date, about what this might be for. After a while she said, "I forgot the anniversary, didn't I?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Again," she said. "Fuck."

They'd been together six months. Erin had made a fuss at three, and Lauren hadn't realized then either. That had been about three months ago.

"It's fine," Erin said.

"Shit," Lauren said. "It's not."

"It's really fine. It's a six month anniversary. It's not important. I just felt like doing something."

Lauren looked at her for a moment, then went over and kissed her.

"I love you more than fucking air," Erin said. "I want to do something nice, because I fucking love you, but that doesn't mean I care if you notice what I did."

Lauren thought about that and decided she actually meant it. It wasn't some little dig, it wasn't backhanded. Erin wasn't like that. She really meant what she'd said.

Lauren felt like her insides were too full again. She felt like she didn't deserve this. "You're too good for me," she said.

"I'm not."

"You are, but I'm not going to have a fight about it."

Erin smiled, and swished her hand in the bathwater. "Get in."

Lauren took off her jacket and threw it back into the hall, took off her clothes and threw them after it.

She got into the bath. It was hot. It was hot enough she had to lower herself in slowly, and hot enough she almost shivered as she did, as the water slid up her body, at the intensity of the warmth.

Erin watched, and kissed Lauren as her face went past, and seemed happy.

"You like?" Erin said.

Lauren nodded.

Lauren liked being in a bath with someone. She liked the way wet skin slid against skin, and the heat and steam and lying there woozily half-asleep, just touching.

She'd hoped, once, when she'd first been with a woman, that relationships with women would mean she got to sit in a bath with someone more than if she was with a man. It turned out no. Not with Erin, at least.

Erin was watching her.

"Thank you," Lauren said. "This is... wonderful."

"There's wine and strawberries downstairs, for later."

Lauren leaned forward and kissed Erin. Kissed her, then sat there, looking at her from very close. Close enough Erin's eyes flicked from side to side, and crossed a little, trying to look back.

"I love you," Lauren said. "I love you like you said. You're like fucking air and water to me. I need you."

"I know," Erin said, and kissed her back.

"I'm sorry," Lauren said. "I don't know why I can't remember."

"Because it's not a real anniversary."

"Still. I should have come home earlier."

"Stop it. I don't care."

They kissed some more, then sat for a while, then Erin had Lauren turn around so she could scrub Lauren's back. She scrubbed, and stroked, then hooked her leg around Lauren's hip and pressed her heel backwards into Lauren, rubbing slowly, so Lauren ended up turned on rather than relaxed.

"You like?" Erin whispered, her lips tickling Lauren's ear, making her shiver.

"I do. Are you ready to get out?"

"I could be."

"Want to?"

"Okay."

"Come to bed."

*

There were more candles in the bedroom, more roses on the bed. The whole house smelled of melting beeswax, and faintly of roses. Thinking about the effort Erin had gone to, Lauren had never felt more loved than she did right then.

They lay on the bed, on top the covers, and kissed. Erin had been careless drying herself. Her skin was still warm and a little damp from the bathwater.

Erin stroked Lauren's face, and kissed her breasts, and after a while slid over on top of her. Moved her leg, so it was between Lauren's, moved all slow and slithery. Moved her leg, and opened her mouth, and got ready to fuck.

"Wait," Lauren said.

Erin stopped.

"Not so quick," Lauren said. "Turn over. Lie down. Let's not hurry, okay?"

Erin nodded, and lay on her back.

Lauren knelt between Erin's legs and kissed her. Kissed her mouth, and kissed her breasts, and then slowly licked her way down Erin's tummy. Slow enough to make Erin desperate. Erin was sighing, and murmuring she wanted Lauren, and stroking Lauren's hair.

Lauren licked a little more, and waited a little longer, before she kissed Erin's pussy. She kissed. She spread Erin's lips with her hands, and opened her mouth, and kissed Erin like she was tongue-kissing Erin's mouth, except on her pussy.

"That's nice," Erin said.

"I know," Lauren said, into her. Inside her.

Nice, Lauren thought. That was it. Not sexy, exactly. Not unspeakably good, but nice. Like they loved each other, and wanted each other, and she would kiss anything of Erin's as carelessly as she would Erin's mouth.

She kissed again, then felt Erin's hands getting firmer and decided to stop teasing. She shifted a little, to get lined up, and lapped. Licked, then sucked gently, and Erin sighed, and twisted one hand into Lauren's hair, and held Lauren where she was.

Lauren breathed in as she licked. Breathed through her nose, so she could inhale the smell of Erin. She slid her tongue inside Erin to taste her, tasting to enjoy it for herself, not for what Erin felt as she did.

"I love going down on you," Lauren said, her mouth still against Erin.

"Good."

"I really fucking love it."

Erin pulled at Lauren while sitting up, making Lauren stop and lean forward and kiss her.

"Good," Erin said, then pushed Lauren back down.

Lauren ate Erin out for a while, licking her carefully, licking her exactly how she knew Erin liked. Slowly, so nothing happened too quickly, so it lasted.

"Maybe tonight we do something else," Lauren said, after a while. "Something you like."

Erin murmured agreement.

"Because of all the trouble you went to for me," Lauren said.

"If you want to. It isn't like a deal or anything you have to keep."

"I know," Lauren said, and licked a little more. "Something like the night you said you loved me."

Erin hitched up on her elbows and looked at Lauren.

"You remember that," Lauren said. "Right?"

"I remember. You said you loved me too."

"I did. And I said it first."

"You did."

"I was brave that night," Lauren said.

"You were."

"I might want to be brave again."

Erin seemed unsure. "Okay."

"Lie back down."

Erin did.

Lauren licked around Erin's pussy. She licked the top of Erin, near her clit, and made Erin sigh. She licked the sides, slowly, and Erin whispered something that might have been I love you. Lauren wriggled back a little on the bed, to reach more easily, and licked all the way down to the bottom of Erin. Licked the folds where Erin's pussy finished, where it turned into skin.

Licked that particular skin, smooth and strangely forbidden, halfway back to Erin's ass.

"I think I want to do something for you," Lauren said, without looking up.

"Okay."

"You know what, right?"

Erin hesitated. "I can guess."

"I think I want to," Lauren said. "But I'm not sure."

"Because you forgot the anniversary?"

Lauren was surprised for a moment, and didn't know what to say. Erin was shaking. She realized Erin was laughing.

"Sorry," Erin said. "I didn't mean that. If you want to, then you should."

"I'm not sure. But I want try."

"Okay."

They were both quiet for a moment.

"I love you," Erin said.

"Me too," Lauren said. "So turn over."

Erin rolled sideways, and reached for a pillow. She folded her arms, under her head and leaned on the pillow.

"Like that?" she said.

"Yep," Lauren said.

Erin had her feet apart, her knees apart too, a little way, as they'd happened to be when she lay down.

She moved her knees further apart. Obviously apart.

"And like that?" she said.

Lauren didn't answer. She moved between Erin's legs, and stroked her slowly. She felt Erin's skin, warm and smooth all down her back. Down her back, and over her ass, and around the curve down between.

She looked at Erin's ass. Looked, and leaned forward, and kissed Erin's ass cheek.

Erin's legs were apart. Lauren could see her pussy between her thighs. Could see her asshole above it.

She looked at it for a while, thinking.

She'd seen Erin's pussy so many times she knew it by memory. She thought she could find it in a line-up of photos, if she had too. She knew Erin's pussy well, but hardly knew her ass at all. It was a foreign thing to her. She knew the soles of Erin's feet and the dry skin behind her elbows better than she did Erin's asshole.

That didn't seem right, now she thought about it. Especially when Erin rimmed her all the time.

Lauren decided she wanted to do this. Erin did it for her. Erin did it, and liked doing it, and Lauren liked the feel of her mouth, back there.

Erin loved her, and Lauren loved Erin, and Erin wanted this. So Lauren would.

Lauren didn't know why it was so difficult.

She thought about Erin, and Erin's pleasure, and Erin's body all tangled with her own, fucking.

She thought about how Erin looked, after she rimmed Lauren. A little sad, a little hurt that Lauren wouldn't do it back, but making herself not ask. She never asked, and Lauren never offered, but she looked sad, every time.

Lauren stroked gently. She traced Erin's body. Put the tips of her fingers on Erin's pussy, so Erin sighed. Slid her fingers backwards, over Erin's asshole, so Erin sighed again.

Erin lay there, waiting. Patiently. Not asking if Lauren was going to, not wanting her to hurry. Not even looking back, wondering. Just waiting until Lauren was ready.

Lauren leaned forward and licked Erin's ass.

She licked Erin's asshole, the asshole she told herself she loved as much as she did the rest of Erin. She licked, and tasted, and slid her tongue around.

She'd been nervous. She'd been worried what she might taste.

It didn't taste of much at all. Bubble bath and soap. Erin's skin smelled like Erin's skin did everywhere else, and her ass tasted like nothing much, and Lauren suddenly didn't know why she hadn't done this long before now.

She licked again. She put one hand under Erin, and pushed her fingers into Erin's pussy, and held Erin's ass with her other hand, and lapped at her.

And loved her. Showed she loved her, like she ought to have before now.

She felt relieved and guilty and turned on, all at once.

Erin moaned. She reached backwards, behind herself, and stroked Lauren's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, and Lauren didn't answer.

Lauren fingered Erin, and licked her ass, and was in love.

Lauren had worried she wouldn't know what to do, but it wasn't that hard to work out. She had some idea what Erin did to her, enough she could guess what to try. She lapped fast, and Erin moaned. She lapped slow, and Erin sighed.

She pushed her fingertip inside Erin, inside her ass, felt it slip inside with spit as lube.

Erin felt different, inside there. Her ass was hot, warmer to touch than her pussy. The insides of her ass felt smooth, all hot and slick and smooth, where her pussy felt like little slippery folds. Lauren found that odd.

Erin lay still. Lauren realized she wasn't pleasuring Erin, exactly. She was more exploring, touching and feeling.

"Sorry," she said, and started licking again. She slid her finger a little deeper inside Erin. Up to her first knuckle, then almost to her second. Erin felt almost dry. Like a pussy, when it was first touched. Like she was wet inside, but not on the outside. Like she was needing more spit, and not quite ready yet.

Lauren wasn't sure if that mattered.

"What do I do," she said suddenly.

"This is good."

"Is my finger okay?"

"It's fucking wonderful."

Lauren decided Erin wasn't going to be much help. She wouldn't want to criticize, and probably couldn't tell exactly what Lauren was doing anyway.

Lauren slid her finger back a little, and licked again. Licked Erin's ass, and around her finger, moving her finger in and out. Twisting and slipping until it felt slithery again.

Erin wriggled back against Lauren, and sighed. Lauren decided she must be doing all right. She went back to lapping, and tried to remember what Erin else did to her.

She had one finger in Erin's ass. After a while she put a second finger in Erin's pussy, and squeezed the two together.

That was weird. It was almost so weird she snatched her hand away. She could feel her fingers, feel one finger-tip pressing against the other, but through Erin. She could feel precisely enough to tell where each finger was, and be aware of their movement, like she was rubbing her fingertips together inside thick gloves.

Thick, warm, slippery gloves that were the deepest parts of Erin's body.

It was strange and unusual and, after a moment, deeply beautiful.

Lauren felt like she thought a surgeon might, holding part of another person in her hand. Not a heart, or a mind, but still a part of someone.

She had part of Erin in her hand.

She felt terribly close to Erin, doing this. Stroking Erin's body from inside. Listening to Erin's sighs, smelling the warmth of her skin, and feeling the slick wetness deep inside her body.

Doing this made her feel more deeply in love, more completely happy with Erin.

Lauren wanted more. She wanted to do more, to have more of Erin in her mouth, to taste Erin as much as she could.

She pushed her hands onto Erin's ass, and spread it as wide as it would go. She bent again, and licked, and pushed her tongue inside Erin.

Sometimes before, going down on someone, Lauren had thought how strange it was to put the tip of her tongue inside someone else's body. A finger made sense. Fingers were long and thin and made for poking things. A tongue wasn't for poking. It was meant to stay in her own mouth, really. It was part of her mouth, used to taste, and it wasn't really something that stuck out on its own.

It ought to be odd to put her tongue inside someone's pussy, even though people did it every day. This wasn't odd. It was satisfying. It was simply satisfying to put her tongue inside Erin's ass.

She pushed her tongue into Erin, against Erin, and slid it around. Erin sighed, and moaned, and pushed back against Lauren's mouth.

"That's so good," Erin murmured into the pillow.

"I love you," Lauren said, as quickly as she could, and kept sliding her tongue in and out.

"Me too," Erin said. "Oh fuck, me too. Like life and air everything I need."

"Happy anniversary," Lauren said, and Erin almost laughed.

Lauren thought about what Erin would be feeling, and what she felt when Erin did this to her.

"Kneel up," she said. "I'll get you off."

Slowly, almost like she was sleepy, Erin did.

Lauren started to lick more quickly, using both hands, sliding her tongue over Erin rather than pushing it inside. She bent a little, so she could reach all the way from Erin's clit to her ass in one go, lapping up and down and inside her pussy as fast as she could.

She mostly used her tongue.

She was careful not to cheat too much and just get Erin off with her hand.

In a few moments Erin came.

Lauren stayed where she was, and licked slower, and let Erin melt into her as she finished.

Erin turned around, and kissed Lauren, and hugged her, and seemed to be about to cry.

"Thank you," Erin said. "Fucking thank you. I love you."

"Me too."

Erin looked at her for a moment, then said, "I don't know what else to say."

"Don't say anything."

"So this has been the best six months of my life. Ever. With you. You know that, right?"

Lauren nodded. "I'm glad."

"And tonight has been the sexiest night. Like the best, sexiest night."

Lauren nodded, and kissed her back, and didn't know what to say either. "Me too," she whispered in the end. "Doing this to you. Me too."

They held one another. Erin seemed to want to hug.

After a while, thinking out loud, Lauren said, "That wasn't as bad as I was worried it would be."

"Told you," Erin said.

"It was good."

"I feel like I should be offended."

"I would again," Lauren said. "If you want. Sometime special."

"Like when you forget an anniversary?"

Lauren looked at her.

"Sorry," Erin said, and kissed her. "Want me to do you?"

Lauren nodded.

"Want me to do you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Lie down."

Erin licked Lauren, all hot and slithery and wet. Licked Lauren, and licked her ass, while Lauren lifted her hips up towards Erin's mouth.

"Want me to fuck you?" Erin said after a while.

Lauren shook her head. "This is fine."

"Want to fuck me?"

"If you like. In a bit."

"Want me to get you off?"

"Eventually."

"Want me to do this all night?"

"Can you?" Lauren said, and opened her eyes. "Is that possible?"

Erin was smiling.

"I will if you want me to," Erin said. "Do you?"

Lauren lay where she was for a moment, "Okay," she said. "So try." Then she said, "Not really."

Erin smiled some more. "I love you," she said.

"Me too."

"You're all I want. Ever."

Lauren bent around so she could reach to kiss her. "Me too."



Erin Ch. 03: Erin's Birthday



Lauren arrived at the restaurant first. She kept her coat, because she felt a little self-conscious, like she might want to grab it and put it back on at any moment. She hung it over the back of her chair, and sat, quite deliberately, with her back to the room, even though it meant she wouldn't be able to see Erin arrive.

She'd planned this out carefully enough that she had an idea of how it ought to go. Where she needed to be, and what she wanted to happen.

Lauren had forgotten two three-month anniversaries in a row, so she was going to make completely sure she remembered birthdays, and made birthdays special.

It was early in the week, and it was early. Lauren had booked early on purpose, so the restaurant would be quieter. Booked early, and said she wanted privacy, and could she sit apart from other people, please. There were only two other tables occupied at the moment, both couples, both well away from Lauren. That was part of the plan. Lauren had told Erin to meet her right after work, and get there as quickly as she could. Erin had probably realized something was up and was hurrying, but she sometimes got held up leaving work, and had to get across the city, so her getting there might take a while.

Lauren waited, nervous.

The waiter kept hovering, because it was so quiet. Lauren got a drink to make her go away.

She sat, and waited, and hoped Erin would hurry up, so she didn't get so anxious she changed her mind. She already almost had half a dozen times. She had a horrible feeling this was going to go badly wrong, even though she wanted desperately for it all to work.

Then Erin arrived.

Lauren heard the door, then heard Erin's voice, talking to one of the staff across the room.

Lauren was relieved, but she didn't turn and look. She just sat as she was until Erin came over.

"Hey," Erin said, and kissed her, and sat down. She was busy for a moment, taking off her coat and putting down her bag, ordering a drink from the waiter and making sure she had her phone.

Lauren waited until she was done. Until Erin looked up, smiling, and reached over and took Lauren's hand.

"So," Lauren said. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Erin was grinning a bit. The grin that meant she expected something, that she had worked out something was going on, from the way Lauren told her to turn up here.

"There's a couple of things," Lauren said. "Because it's your birthday."

"Okay."

"But wait a sec."

Erin looked confused.

"Just wait."

The waiter would be coming back with Erin's drink, and Lauren didn't want to start until that was out of the way. She sat there, looking at Erin, smiling, silent, until the drink had arrived, and the waiter gone again.

Erin was curious. She almost seemed impatient.

"So first thing," Lauren said, "I'm not wearing anything under the dress. Nothing at all."

Erin looked down, at Lauren's chest, even though there wasn't much to see. Lauren had picked a thicker dress, not one where it would show too obviously.

Lauren was pleased, though. It was nice that Erin looked. It was sweet. After months together she could still make Erin look.

"Nothing?" Erin said. "Seriously?"

"Shoes." Lauren leaned forward a little. "Nothing else."

Erin looked at Lauren's tits a moment longer, then looked up. "Cool," she said.

"Done?" Lauren said.

"Yep."

"You like?"

"Ah, yeah, actually. That's really hot."

"Thought you might think so," Lauren said. "But wait. There's more."

She pushed her fork towards the edge of the table. Pushed slowly, while Erin watched, until the fork slid over the edge.

It landed on the floor with a soft clatter.

"So I've got the nothing on underneath," Lauren said. "Right?"

Erin nodded.

"Could you get that for me?" Lauren said. "Please?"

Erin bent over. As she did, Lauren moved her knee. There were tablecloths, and Lauren was facing the wall, exactly as she'd planned.

She moved her knees, spread them under the table and let Erin look.

She felt herself open up. She felt, surprisingly, a sudden chill.

She'd been thinking too much about her plan, and what she was going to do. She was turned on, was wet.

She had damp parts of herself bare to cool air.

The unexpected cold surprised her. She hadn't thought of that. It almost surprised her enough she changed her mind about everything.

But Erin was still bending down, was taking her time, supposedly reaching for the fork, and Lauren liked she could get Erin to look like that. When Erin she sat back up she was smiling. Smiling like she loved Lauren, and wanted Lauren, and Lauren was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.

So Lauren stayed. And stuck to her plan. And smiled back.

"So," Erin said. "Yeah. Absolutely nothing."

"Nope."

"Nothing at all."

Lauren shook her head.

"I love how you look," Erin said. "I really fucking do."

"The dress?"

"You," Erin said. "Under the dress. You look beautiful."

Lauren was pleased. She improvised a little. She pushed her spoon, slowly, sliding it towards the table edge, pushing until it fell too.

Erin bent and picked that up as well. And took her time doing it.

When Erin sat back up, Lauren said, "So there's another part. A second thing."

"Okay."

"Because it's your birthday."

Erin nodded.

"To make sure you never forget this."

"I won't."

"Pick three things you've always wanted to do with me. I'll do one of them."

"What kind of things?" Erin said, looking confused, like she was suddenly thinking about skydiving.

Lauren looked at her, and loved her for that. Loved her like it hurt. "Sex things," she said. "You idiot. What do you think?"

"Oh," Erin said, and started to grin some more.

"Yeah, oh."

"That kind of makes more sense."

Erin glanced around, and seemed to realize they were off against a far wall and no-one was near enough to overhear.

"You know what I like," she said quietly.

"I know one thing you like. And I seem to remember it was kind of a big deal telling me."

Erin looked at her.

"There must be something else," Lauren said. "So tell me that too."

"And you'll do it?"

"I'll do one. Of the three."

Erin nodded. "I love you, do you know that?"

"I know."

"And you turn me the fuck on."

"I know that too."

"Just as long as you do."

"I do."

"So three things," Erin said. "Like three wishes."

"Exactly like, yeah."

"Anything I pick, and you'll do one of them?"

"I promise."

"Shit," Erin said, and sat there smiling at Lauren.

"Happy birthday," Lauren said. "This is what you get."

Erin still seemed to be having trouble deciding. Perhaps with pre-agreeing to be kinky. Lauren supposed Erin had spent her life trying to sneakily rim her girlfriends without them realizing, and the idea of actual communication might be a bit of a surprise to her. She loved that about Erin too, even though she probably shouldn't.

"Tell me," Lauren said. "Please."

"I'm thinking."

"Even if I change my mind and say no, what do you have to lose by telling me?"

"Yeah," Erin said. "I'm actually thinking. I just haven't thought yet."

"I can wait."

Erin looked at her, and really did seem to be thinking. Like she had a list, and she was trying to pick a top three. Lauren wondered if she should come back to that another time, and see how long the list really was.

"Tell me," Lauren said. "Please."

"In a minute."

"Tell me now."

"No," Erin said, "Waiter," looking past Lauren's shoulder.

Lauren looked down at her napkin, and fiddled with it while they waiter came over. They heard about specials. They got asked about entrees, and mains, and drinks.

"Whatever you're having," Lauren said to Erin, suddenly too nervous to think again.

Erin ordered something. Lauren wasn't sure what.

The waiter left. Lauren looked at Erin, and waited.

"So you already did the thing I'd probably have said," Erin said. "If you'd asked me this ages ago.

Lauren nodded, assuming rimming. "Yep," she said, and suddenly felt smug, not worried at all.

"So something else," Erin said.

Lauren nodded, and sipped her wine. "Yep."

"Okay," Erin said. "Sex on a beach. At sunset."

Lauren looked at her, a bit started. That wasn't quite what she'd expected. It was more romantic, less just sex, than she'd expected Erin to be.

"On a beach?" Lauren said.

"Yeah."

"I don't have a beach."

"I noticed. You asked, and that's always been a thing. I never have."

Lauren nodded. "Okay, so for next time we'll get a beach. What's next? The second thing?"

"A threeway."

Another surprise. Erin had never even hinted at that. This wasn't going quite where Lauren had expected. She had a whole, complicated plan, and Erin was taking this three-things conversation seriously enough it might go in an odd direction and completely upset things.

"Okay," Lauren said. "So that one's a surprise too. Really?"

Erin shrugged.

"I don't know what to say," Lauren said, thinking. "I mean... Who?"

"Anyone."

"What if no-one goes for it? What if we hit on someone and get turned down."

Erin grinned. "Yeah, I don't know. That's why I never have."

"Yeah."

"You asked."

"I did. And I'm glad I know."

"Would you?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Depending who."

"It wouldn't drive you crazy to see me with someone else?"

"I suppose not. Not if I was with her too."

"Cool," Erin said. "So that's a maybe."

"The beach is a maybe. This is a possibility. What's the third thing?"

Erin sipped her wine, and thought. Lauren waited, anxious, worried her plan would come unstuck.

Apprehensive. Hoping she knew Erin as well as she thought she did.

"Okay," Erin said. "Third thing. Sex in the bathroom here."

"You're sure?" Lauren said, relieved.

Erin nodded. "Yep."

Lauren breathed in, and suddenly realized she'd been holding her breath. She sat there and smiled for a while, while Erin looked at her.

"What?" Erin said.

Lauren felt smug. She wanted to boast. "I so fucking knew you'd say that," she said.

"You did?"

"I so did."

"How? Because I only just thought of it then."

"I know you."

"I guess you do."

"You're obsessed with doing everything any ex ever did with me," Lauren said. "Especially if the ex is a man."

"No I'm not," Erin said, but like she didn't really mean it. After a moment, she said, "So?"

"I told you about Brendan."

"Who's Brendan."

Lauren sat there, looking at her, until Erin said, "Yeah, maybe. So you're creepily clever and know me too well. Go you."

Lauren grinned.

"So we're going to fuck in the bathroom?"

"Yep," Lauren said. "We so are. Just one thing, though. What kind of sex?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean what kind of sex do you want to have in the bathroom."

"Sex. I don't know. Any sex. Just sex."

Lauren looked down. Her bag was beside her chair. A bag a little bigger than she'd normally take to dinner. She put her foot against it, pushed, slid it over to Erin.

Erin watched.

"Look inside," Lauren said.

Erin reached down and picked it up.

"Look inside carefully," Lauren said hurriedly. "Don't drop it."

Erin did. There was a strap-on harness inside and a dildo, neatly bundled up. The harness that Erin could wear and sometimes come with, that pushed the base of the dildo back against her in just the right way.

"So I guessed you might want to fuck in the bathroom," Lauren said. "Because I'm really fucking clever."

"You are."

"And I'm right, aren't I? That you want to fuck me in a bathroom?"

Erin was looking at her, playing along, getting a little turned on by talking about it, Lauren though. "I want to," Erin said.

"Not have sex," Lauren said. "Fuck me. Fuck me like a man."

Erin looked at her for a moment, almost like she was going to argue.

"Like a man," Lauren said. "So I know there's nothing you can't do to me that a man could do. If I was ever so stupid as to want one again, which I don't, because I have you."

Erin didn't say anything, but she was grinning.

"You do," Lauren said. Pushing a bit, making sure Erin got what they were doing. Playing a game, dragging it out a little, to make Erin wait, all anticipatory, now she knew what they were going to do. "You think like that. You always tell me which you're doing, while you do it."

"Not always," Erin said, still smiling.

"A lot of the time."

"Some of the time."

"I know you're thinking about it when we're just fucking normally."

Erin looked at her, thinking.

"I can see it on your face," Lauren said. "I can see when you're off thinking about something else."

"You know what?" Erin said, after a moment. "You're a bit too obsessed with how different people might fuck you."

"I'm obsessed?" Lauren said.

"I think you are."

"Maybe. So how do you want to?"

"With this."

"A-ha," Lauren said, and leaned forward a little bit, intent. "But where? Where do you want to put it in me?"

Erin hesitated a moment, unsure, then understood. "You know where."

"So tell me."

Erin looked almost embarrassed. She looked around. Their end of the restaurant was still empty.

"Whisper it," Lauren said.

"In your ass," Erin said.

"I knew that too," Lauren said, smug again. "I knew that because I know you well. And I'm clever."

Erin was smiling at her, tender now.

"Tell me I'm clever," Lauren said, playing to that a little. "And I know you well."

"You are and you do."

Lauren took her napkin off her lap, and put it down on the table. "Lets go."

"What, now?"

"You're predictable. I guessed that would be one of the three."

"I got that."

"Yeah. So I'm ready to go right now."

Erin was looking at her, unsure.

Lauren sighed. She had lube up her ass already, but she didn't want to actually say that. "I'm ready," she said. "Fuck. Think about it."

Erin did, then said, "Right."

"Yeah," Lauren said. "So there you go. You're still noticing my cleverness, right?"

"I'm noticing."

Lauren she stood up. That was enough teasing. She liked the teasing sense of power, the making Erin wait, but she didn't want to take so long they had an actual discussion rather than sex. "You coming?" she said.

Erin stood up too.

"Being the bag," Lauren said, and walked away.

Walked away hoping none of the staff thought too much about them both leaving the table together. It probably looked normal, because sometimes people did that, and of course they'd take their bags.

But that was the weakest part of her plan. Getting noticed, and someone coming to check on them.

Lauren just hoped.

*

Lauren had picked this restaurant because the bathrooms were down a separate hallway, away from the kitchens, and were always fairly clean. It was a good restaurant, the kind that put out little cloth hand-towels rather than an air-dryer or paper. She hoped that meant it also had a separate bathrooms for staff and customer, too. So the staff wouldn't be barging in on them while they did this.

The toilets were down a short concrete corridor, out the back, and no-one else was around. As Lauren walked down it, she lifted her dress up a little and swished it from side to side. Almost dancing. Hoping only Erin was behind her.

She went into the women's toilets, and Erin followed.

Erin put her hand on the door and looked around. She seemed to be trying to find something to block the door with.

"Leave it," Lauren said. "We might get caught."

"Yeah, that's why..."

"We might get caught," Lauren said, again.

Erin understood, but she hesitated.

"It's better," Lauren said. "Please."

Erin nodded. She looked around. She was still holding Lauren's bag. Lauren leaned on the counter and looked at her.

"Um," Erin said. "Hey."

"Hey."

They kept looking at each other. Like they were at home. Like they were about to fuck any other time. Starting by just looking, turning each other on with stares, waiting, getting needy and horny.

It wasn't any other time, and they were in a public bathroom.

And Erin was nervous.

Lauren couldn't quite believe she'd found something that unsettled Erin, that made her less than completely confident, all the time.

She liked that. She actually really like being the daring one, pushing them along.

"You still want to?" Lauren said, suddenly worried she'd taken this too far. That Erin was actually uncomfortable. "We don't..."

"I want to."

"Okay," Lauren said.

"I do."

"I heard you."

Erin kept standing there.

"So go put it on," Lauren said.

Erin grinned, and kissed her quickly, and went into a stall and closed the door.

"And maybe kind of hurry," Lauren said. "You know, since someone might turn up any moment..."

She heard a zipper, heard cloth rustling.

"Hey," Erin said. "This is new." The dildo.

"It is."

A pause, then a low buzzing.

"Oh," Erin said. "Shit. It does that."

"Why yes it does."

"For both of us."

Lauren smiled to herself. "Yep," she said. "Happy birthday with that, too, I guess."

"Um, thanks."

"Are you coming out here or not?"

"Hold on," Erin said, but after a moment she opened the stall door.

She was in her work clothes. A suit, with trousers. What she always wore. She'd undone the pants, and pulled them down enough to get the harness on. She was mostly dressed, with just the dildo sticking out through the front.

Lauren was mostly dressed too, since she had a dress. She pulled it up while Erin watched her, lifted it up to her hips.

That was part of the plan as well. Lauren could look innocent in a second, and Erin, hopefully, in two. And the actual bathroom door was around a corner, out of a direct line of sight. They would have a moment from when it opened to rearrange their clothes.

So Lauren hoped.

They might almost get away with this if someone came in.

At least, that was the plan.

The only problem was the vibrator. It was switched on, buzzing. The noise was loud, obvious, even over the fans and dripping pipes in the bathroom.

Lauren reached back and turned on a tap, and let the water run. It helped a little.

Erin looked around, and didn't seem sure. "Ah," she said. "So where should we?"

She'd never been quite like this before. As unsure, almost nervous, as she was now.

"Kiss me," Lauren said.

Erin came over, and kissed her. Kissed her, and slid her hands up and down Lauren's bare legs, and seemed suddenly to relax. To be herself again.

Lauren put her hand on the dildo, and pushed. Pushed it back against Erin, gently. Pretending she was holding a cock and was rubbing it, in case Erin cared, but actually just pressing the vibrator's base against Erin, the way it would press if it was inside Lauren.

Erin sighed.

"Fuck me here," Lauren whispered. "Right here. Where we can watch each other."

There were mirrors along the wall, behind her. She kissed Erin a moment longer, then turned around and put her hands on the counter.

Erin watched her in the mirror, and kissed the back of her neck.

Erin was herself again. She didn't seem nervous any more. Lauren was glad, watching her. One of them shaking with worry was enough.

Erin reached down, and touched Lauren between her legs, from behind. She slid a slippery finger along Lauren, so little tingles went all through her. Slid it along Lauren, teasingly slowly, slid backward to Lauren's ass, already all slippery with lube.

Slid her fingertip inside, carefully. Reach with her other hand and rubbing Lauren's pussy at the same time. Lauren closed her eyes, and pushed back against Erin's finger, and kept pressing with the vibrator, onto Erin.

A moment passed. A moment they really couldn't afford. Lauren stood against the counter, feeling Erin's touch inside her. She was turned on, was wanting more.

Time was passing.

Lauren opened her eyes.

Erin was watching her face in the mirror. "I love you," Erin said.

"I know," Lauren said. "And I don't mean to hurry you, but..."




Erin Ch. 03: Erin's Birthday



Erin grinned.

"Hurry up," Lauren said again. "Seriously."

"You'll be okay?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. I'm ready. But someone could come in any minute."

Erin nodded. She looked down, shifted her feet slightly, and got herself lined up. They did this sometimes, but not so often that either of them were very practiced at it. Usually they went very slowly, and usually they were in bed, kneeling or lying down.

They couldn't be as slow now, and the way they were standing, something wasn't quite right either. The dildo was against Lauren, but not so it could go inside her. It was slithering around in the lube on her skin, not staying still, pushing against the top of her leg, then skidding over her pussy.

The angle of their hips was wrong, Lauren thought. They both had shoes on, and were standing up. She was a bit taller than usual.

She leaned forward, and suddenly everything felt better.

Erin found her, and put the smooth end of the dildo against Lauren's ass.

Lauren, watching her in the mirror, whispered, "Go on."

Erin pushed with her hips, and Lauren watched.

Lauren liked Erin's face as she did this. As Erin penetrated her. All horny and concentrating, and worried too. Wanting to fuck Lauren desperately, caring enough not to hurt her.

It was beautiful. That moment of watching was beautiful. It made Lauren feel as close as anything else they did together, as anything that was said.

She didn't think Erin realized how often she watched, while Erin went into her. Erin always looked at the dildo, when they used one. And Lauren looked at her face. Her concentration turned Lauren on almost as much as the actual sex did, just for the intense intimacy of that connection.

She watched, and Erin pushed a little, gently, pushed harder and suddenly went in.

Lauren gasped, and grabbed the counter, and bit her lip so she didn't wince. She pushed backwards herself, trying to speed it up, and get this bit over.

Erin was always too slow, always worried about hurting Lauren. Erin didn't like being fucked this way, and didn't understand what it felt like. She didn't seem to get that the hurting wasn't that bad, was almost good, and was part of this, so quicker was better.

"More," Lauren said, and pushed backwards, and Erin pushed as well and then it was properly in, past where it stretched and hurt and just settled inside Lauren.

Everything felt tight as the dildo went in. It always did, achingly tight close to Lauren's entrance, easier when it was deeper inside. Lauren could feel the lube thick and sticky wet inside her, could feel herself pressing oily smoothness against the dildo as it slithered up inside her. She was careful not to pull away, not to let the dildo come all the way out of her again in case it wouldn't go back in. She felt tense enough that might happen.

Lauren was ready, but she wasn't. Usually when they did this there'd be more foreplay. No foreplay was part of this, was what made it kinky sex in a restaurant bathroom, but Lauren felt tight. Like she was still closed up, like a vice. She was so tight it felt like it ought to have hurt, but actually it just felt good.

Because they were in a restaurant bathroom, she supposed.

The buzzing of the vibrator was quieter once it was inside Lauren. She was glad. It made them less obvious.

Erin moved for a while, but slowly. Slower than usual, anyway, and probably slower than she wanted to. She was watching the dildo, feeling whatever thoughts it was that made her want this, but was being careful, for Lauren's sake.

"Faster," Lauren whispered, "Fuck me. Its okay."

She braced her hands on the sink.

"Go on," she said, and Erin did.

Slowly, getting faster, holding onto Lauren's hips.

"Are you okay?" Erin said. "Does it hurt?"

"Shit yeah."

"You okay?"

"I can stand it for a while. Fuck me."

"I love you," Erin whispered.

Lauren smiled at her in the mirror and said, "Hurry."

Lauren felt Erin reach down between then. Felt Erin's hand slid past her ass, felt Erin press her fingers against herself, rubbing.

"Hey," Lauren said, though clenched teeth. "No cheating."

"I'm not."

Lauren pushed at Erin's arm. "I can feel you. Stop it."

"I thought we were in a hurry."

"Yeah. But you're meant to want to fuck me like all my exes did."

"Yeah."

"Who are men."

"Yeah."

"So stay in character and stop playing with the clit you don't have."

Erin started to laugh, and put her hand back on Lauren's hip. She kept laughing for a second, until Lauren said, "Hey."

"Sorry."

Erin was watching the dildo disappear into Lauren. Lauren could see her face in the mirror, looking downwards. She watching Lauren sometimes too, as it did, but mostly looking at the dildo.

Erin went faster. Lifting Lauren up a little with each thrust, so Lauren's toes were still on the floor, but her heels were up out of her shoes, and she was sprawled half on the counter.

Erin was enjoying herself, but it was starting to hurt.

The dildo wasn't as big as a penis, and its vibrations felt a lot better. Erin didn't push as roughly as Lauren remembered men doing. More circling rather than pushing deep, but it started getting a bit much in the end.

And they really did need to hurry.

Lauren reached back, and put a hand on Erin's tummy, and pushed her away.

"You okay?" Erin asked.

Lauren nodded, feeling her insides go back where they were meant to be. She knelt down.

Erin watched, confused, and said, "Hey..."

Lauren put her hand on the end of the dildo, and felt it all slippery and warm from her body. She held it, and leaned past it, and licked Erin, through the harness.

"Laur," Erin said. "Hold on..."

She seemed confused about what Lauren was doing.

Lauren's hair was out. It was helping hide her mouth. The dildo was next to her face, sitting along her cheek, and she was still holding it, rubbing it like it was a cock, pressing it into Erin as she licked her, still buzzing.

Lauren didn't mind touching the dildo, or having it on her hair or near her face. She rimmed Erin, and kissed Erin after Erin had rimmed her.

She wasn't going to do more than that, though.

She licked Erin. She pushed on the dildo, pressed it back in the harness and against Erin, just next to her tongue.

Erin leaned on the counter, holding onto it and Lauren's shoulders to balance, and went quiet and still. Lauren kept rubbing on the dildo, and sucking on Erin, and suddenly, Erin came.

"I love you," she whispered as she did. Bending over, stroking Lauren's hair, shaking. "Fuck I love you so much."

Lauren let her finish, then stood up, and kissed her, and said, "We should get going..."

Erin nodded. She switched the vibrator off, took it out of the harness, and put it back in Lauren's bag. She fiddled with her suit pants, half did them up.

Then she knelt down, and kissed Lauren's tummy, and tried to turn Lauren around.

"Hey," Lauren said. "No."

"Let me. I want to."

"Later. At home."

But Erin had already turned her around. She pushed Lauren's dress up, and licked her ass. Licked her fast, licked the lube off her, slid her fingers along Lauren, pressing on her clit.

Lauren didn't really want to argue. She closed her eyes, and felt the aftermath of a whole evening's anticipation start flooding through her. Erin's mouth on her ass after being fucked always felt more intense, as if her body overreacted to the roughness of the penetration by feeling infinitely more from the silky gliding of a tongue.

Lauren leaned her elbows on the counter, and her head on her arms, and sighed.

"Hey," Erin said. "Um, hurry."

"I am."

"Do. Please. This might look really bad if anyone comes in."

"I'm doing my best. Shut up."

Lauren was. She was in love and being kinky and felt close to Erin, felt that everything tonight had been worth it and she'd some something important to them both.

She was close. She'd been close already, was halfway there from being fucked. And Erin knew her, knew what to do. In the end it seemed to only a few heartbeats to start. Suddenly everything inside her swelled up and burst and she came.

It went on longer than normal, and left Lauren breathless, and helpless, and barely able to hold herself up against the counter.

She realized she was crying, and Erin was hugging her, standing up behind her now, rubbing Lauren gently with one hand to help her finish, but at the same time covering them both up, pulling Lauren's dress down, pulling her own trousers closed.

Lauren turned around and kissed Erin. Her legs were still shaky. She was leaning on the counter, almost sitting. She kept kissing Erin, kept kissing her for a long moment.

Being caught kissing hardly seemed to matter compared to what they'd just been doing.

"Oh fuck," Lauren said. "That wasn't meant to happen. I just meant to do you."

"Yeah, but no."

"I'm glad you did."

"Of course I'd do you."

"I love you."

"I know."

Lauren started to think again. She remembered where they were, and that their empty table might be obvious. She'd had a plan, and Erin wasn't going to wreck it by being all sweet.

"Go," Lauren said, and tried to push Erin towards the door.

"In a sec."

"Go now. So we don't both come back at the same time."

"We left at the same time.'

"Just go," Lauren said, and kissed her again. "Please."

This time Erin left.

Lauren leaned where she was, and waited. After a couple of minutes she blew her nose, and cleaned herself up, and checked for marks on her dress, and then went back to the table.

Walked back, quite calmly, and sat down, and talked to Erin about nothing, like she had underwear on and her ass wasn't achingly tingly and nothing sordid had just happened in the bathroom.

When the waiter next came past, Lauren held out her cutlery and said, as calmly as she could, "Sorry, I dropped these. Could I get new ones?"

The waiter nodded, and went away, and brought a clean fork and spoon back. She didn't look at Lauren especially, didn't grin like she knew they'd just had sex in the toilets. She didn't seem to have noticed anything at all.

"So," Erin said, when the waiter was gone. "Do you have three things too?"

"Maybe."

"For when it's your birthday?"

Lauren smiled. "Maybe."

"So what are they?"

"I'll tell you on my birthday. If you promise to do one of them first."

Erin was looking at her, thinking.

"That's the deal," Lauren said.

Erin grinned. "Okay," she said. "So what are they?"

"Wait and see," Lauren said.

Then the entrees arrived, and the waiter was nearby, so they talked about Erin's day at work instead.