Staying With Erin - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 7

... happen, but she only knelt behind me and watched me. Just when I thought things might get boring, I felt her fingertip softly tap it, which made it clench on its own volition and gave me a funny, lovely feeling. She giggled at my soft moan. Repeating that game a few times, she let her touches become longer and pushed a little harder. “Today’s going to be a big day for your bum hole,” she told me with an amused undertone. “I know,” I confessed. “Erin’s told me about Joanne’s promise.” “How do you feel about it?” I tried to answer, I really did, but Bridget used that exact moment to stick a lube-coated finger all the way inside my back entrance. The first syllable was swallowed by the delighted groan that her finger’s invasion evoked. “Thought so,” she remarked. “And how about this?” Another finger joined the first and made me groan even louder when the soft ring of my pucker was deliciously forced to stretch around them. She twisted them a few times, robbing me of all chances to articulate a reply. The cool, wet feeling of more lube dribbled down the crack of my ass and I was quite sure that I knew what was coming. My heartbeat sped up. True enough, she pulled out all the way and pushed back in with three fingers. This time, she went slower, and the twinges of pain came in shorter intervals. “Fuck,” I groaned, “that hurts.” “Should I stop?” She held her hand motionless. “No!” I protested. “Don’t stop. Fuck, that’s… ohhh!” The last word had to stay unsaid in favor of the ...

... mighty moan with which I welcomed the threesome all the way into my ass. Bridget wiggled and twisted her fingers inside me, giving me a sensation that was both wonderfully soft and incredibly depraved. My hips trembled with each small movement of her digits, and she kept me moaning and sighing in dirty pleasure. “Each of us wrote down one wish for what we want to do with you.” Her hand pulled upwards and my breath hitched. “It’s going to be quite the night for you. Joanne’s wish is rather tame compared to the others.” Her other hand cupped my pussy from the front and started to knead it softly. I just moaned, all kinds of dirty ideas racing through my mind. “God, yes,” I groaned. “I want you all to do the dirtiest things you can come up with.” I wouldn’t have thought it possible that someone could chuckle as dirtily as she did, but the goosebumps on my back betrayed my excitement at the sound. “Have no worry,” she whispered, “we will. I promise we will. But first, it’s time for some stretching exercises.” “Stretching?” I wondered aloud when she withdrew her fingers. “Not what you think.” Rubber pressed smoothly against my pucker, I knew that feeling well enough from the enema nozzle. Only, this one felt a good deal bigger. My eyes widened and my breath started to fly when it pushed deeper and deeper into me, spreading my bum hole millimeter by millimeter. “God,” I gasped in a sudden bout of panic, “it’s too big!” “It’s not.” Bridget sounded convinced. “It’s a lot smaller than ...