Staying With Erin - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Staying With Erin - Chapter 8

... told her, but then the wicked image she conjured gripped me. “But feel free, if you want to,” I added. “Oh god, Paisy,” she giggled, “I love you!” My heart stumbled, then a strange warmth filled my chest. I was quickly distracted by Erin’s hand though. She really did it! I felt her smooth, rubber-encased fingers reach inside me, and then the knuckles of her hand brushed against my gaping pucker. A soft push was all she needed, and I felt her slip inside, deeper and deeper, until I felt her hand softly bump against something and halted. “Fucking hell! I’m in almost to my elbow!” She wiggled her arm deep inside me, and I could only grunt in depraved pleasure. Then she pushed slightly to the side, and suddenly the urge to pee was almost overwhelming. “Stop!” I gasped. “Don’t do this!” The pressure immediately lessened, and I took a couple of deep breathes. “Sorry,” Erin said softly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “You weren’t hurting me,” I reassured her. “It’s just that… it felt like I needed to pee.” “Oh.” There was a short pause, but then I could almost hear the grin in her voice. “Then why don’t you?” Before I could say anything, the pressure was back, even stronger than before. My bladder felt like it would burst, and I had only one option left. Although my cheeks flamed crimson red and prickled when everything but Erin had made their way in front of me to watch the spectacle, there was nothing I could do. I let go. The pee shot out of me in a wide, hissing stream that ...

... splashed into the pool. Bridget was pointing a video camera right towards me with one hand and slowly rubbing Elaine’s pussy inside her neighbor’s white bikini bottoms with the other. Joanne held the harness of the monster dildo in one hand, and I even through all my embarrassment I noticed that it also had a thick, if decidedly shorter, rubber end on the other side. Mrs. Somerset was openly massaging one of her saggy breasts, and all of them seemed to be fascinated by my shameful imitation of a fountain. At last, I was finished, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The last few drops trickled down my pussy lips and ran down my thighs. Erin slowly extricated her arm, and I felt a feeling of loss when the touch ended. Bridget switched off the camera and declared, “I think it’s time we let her down.” * * * * Down, that had meant down into the inflatable pool, right into the middle of my puddle of pee. At least it was warm from the summer sun, and with all the water Bridget had made me drink, it didn’t even smell that much. I caught myself more than once running my finger around my still gaping bum hole, and I noticed with relief that it was tightening again. Erin brought me a fresh bottle of water which I slowly sipped while I waited for my joints to get back all their flexibility. Hanging in those ropes had done quite the number on them, and at first, I hadn’t even managed to keep standing. So this was how I watched them disassemble the frame and carry the parts into the barn: naked, ...