Staying With Erin - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 7

I slept late into the morning, and when the light and heat of another humid Louisiana summer day finally pulled me from my deep slumber, my muscles were sore as if I had done a workout the day before. Well, in a way, I had. I groaned and got up from the bed, stalking awkwardly over to the bathroom door on protesting legs. I opened the door and found Erin inside, sitting on the closed toilet lid with wide-splayed legs and shaving away any hints of stubble that might have appeared on her lovely plum. I’d have balked and fled the room a few days ago. Now, I went over to the sink and reached for my toothbrush and the paste. “Sore?” I asked. She answered with a sigh, “Sore like hell. But in a good way.” “Uh-uh.” I knew exactly what she meant. Feeling my weary appendages brought back the memories of last night’s debauchery. “And another round tonight?” I listened to her answer while I brushed my teeth. “You bet. Joanne’s already promised me that she’ll give your bum a workout with the red monster, and Elaine’s surely bursting with eagerness to have her wicked way with you. You wouldn’t think it, but she’s really the dirtiest of the lot of them if she has her day. Mrs. Somerset’s going to have some wicked ideas again, she always does, and they are usually a bit painful. And Bridget’s not going to be left out of the fun, either. Yesterday was your introduction.” She smirked, wiping off the remainders of the shaving cream. “Today they’re going to go all out.” “All out?” I gulped, a ...

... bit of peppermint foam dripping down my chin. “I mean, that was pretty intense already yesterday. Wait - Joanne really wants to… in my bum?” I wasn’t sure the dildo would even fit there. But there was Erin’s ecstatic face from yesterday that came to the forefront of my mind, and I wanted to ride that exhilarating edge too. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, girl!” Erin’s waggling eyebrows gave me a fuzzy feeling in my tummy. I quickly rinsed my mouth. “God, this has to be the most perverted place in all of the U.S.” She giggled. “I hope it is. If not, we’ve got to notch it up.” “You’re crazy, all of you,” I declared while I approached Erin on her porcelain throne. “I need to pee.” She looked me up and down and lifted an eyebrow, which quickly reminded me about their wicked rules. “I’m sorry,” I quickly added, “may I use the toilet, please?” It was funny that, after all that had happened here already, I still blushed. She took her time answering, and I was sure that she was already onto another wicked deed she’d have me perform, when she stood up and put up the lid. “There, all yours.” “Thank you!” I felt grateful, I really did. And I sat down on the toilet without sparing a thought to her presence, letting my pee splash into bowl while she watched on with a smug grin. “Enjoy it,” she told me with a giggle, “while you can.” “What does that mean?” “You’ll see.” She giggled again. I huffed. * * * * * The events of last night were still revolving in my mind, and most of the day ...