Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's A Sin: 11

Ivy tried to open her mouth again to beg Anna to stop again, but this tthe only word that cout was

"Fuuuuccckkkk..." in a long loud moan as every muscle that had been slowly tightening all through this

encounter slowly released at once. In the last couple weeks of masturbation Ivy had learned a lot about her body.

She'd figured out how to make herself cum harder or faster, and sometimes even several times in a row,

depending on her mood. No matter how long she practiced or what toys she bought, she would never make

herself cum as hard as Anna's mouth did. Ivy pulled at the ropes that bound her wrists, but they didn't budge.

Every other part of her body did though, as her hips bucked and her limbs flailed. Ivy didn't want this, but as she

started to cum down, she wasn't sure that she could ever live without it.

Shortly after that, Anna cback up. "God you repressed girls are so hot," she said, before kissing Ivy. Ivy tried

to shy away from that kiss. The idea of tasting her own vagina wasn't exactly sexy to her, and it was one step

closer to becoming a homosexual in her mind, but Anna wouldn't let her uneasy lover get away that easy, and

after a few seconds they melted into each other once more. "I'm not a lesbian" Ivy said finally, when they broke

the kiss.

"I'm not either," Anna answered smiling. "I'm bi. | mostly date guys, but when | see a pretty conflicted girl like

you... we'll | just have to have her."

"I could see that," Ivy said thoughtfully, wishing she enjoyed men a tenth as much as she enjoyed kissing Anna.

"But I'm straight, okay? | just wanted to kiss you and maybe touch you a little, | didn't want... oh fuck..." Ivy's

words were torn away by a series of moans as Anna started to finger her again.

"I'm sorry," Anna smiled mischievously, "You were saying?"

"I was saying we ca-can't... ohhhhh... do this..." Ivy answered, already dangerously close to another small

orgasm and the hands of her lover's teasing. "It's a sin." That final word is what made Anna stop, pulling her

hand away from Ivy's sex. "So it really is true, isn't it?" Anna whispered, sounding disappointed.

"Is what true? That lesbianism is a sin? Of course it's true-" Ivy was having trouble holding on to the thread of the

conversation, but she knew that much.

"No. That you'd rather hide behind the bible that admit you like girls more than you like guys." Anna said

mournfully. "You'd rather fuck a guy like Brian to prove you're straight than go down on a girl your crazy about

just because sold dead guys said it was wrong."

"How do you know about that?" Ivy asked, as a jolt of anger shot through her shame. She hadn't told anyone

about that, so it had to have been him.

"He told me." Anna admitted. "He toldthat you'd rather protest gay marriage and go on to marry sguy

you didn't love rather than admit that you might be bisexual."

"I don't want anything to do with him ever again," Ivy said, uncomfortable at how close to the mark his

statements were. Part of her wanted to confess her feelings to the beautiful girl in front of her, but the rest of her

knew what a terrible disappointment that would be to the rest of her family, so she said nothing.

"That doesn't mean he doesn't want anything to do with you," Anna sighed. "Why not just admit that even

though you know it's wrong it's still what you want. If you just do that he'll leave you alone, and maybe you and |

won't be able to date out in the open but we could still-"

"I think | should get dressed. Please untie me," Ivy said coldly, turning away. The moment was over the moment

Anna had brought up Brian's name, but her appeal to make ssort of emotional connection just hurt too

much. "I-" "I'm afraid | can't do that," Anna stated, shoving something into Ivy's mouth. It took her a second to

figure out the balled up cloth was her used underwear. Once they were in place, Anna took a roll of tape from the

nightstand and sealed Ivy's mouth so she couldn't spit the disgusting gag out even if she wanted to. "You're not

the only one at school he plays these awful games with - you're just the way | get out from under his thumb, but

| really would have preferred to do it the other way, for what it's worth." Ivy tried to ask what she meant by that.

She tried to demand an explanation, but the only sounds she could make was a series of garbled moans as Anna

got dressed and left the room.

A few minutes later, someone else walked in the room. Ivy tried to scream as she realized it was a man, but that

noise was no louder or more intelligible than all the other ones she'd tried to make while she struggled with her

bonds. He didn't immediately try to rape her or grope her though, he just tied her feet one at a tto the foot

of the bed while she struggled and kicked. She couldn't hope to match strength though, and by the the was

done she was utterly helpless. That's when he sat down on the bed next to her and she realized it was Brian.

"You know, | really thought you'd give in," he whispered. "I thought you'd give in to temptation and beca

little lesbian sinner. I'm sure Jesus is very proud of you."

Ivy snarled and would have spat at him as he mocked her and her faith, but Brian just ignored it, pulling out a

sharpie.

"Good thing too - if you'd given in | definitely would have had to send that tape to your parents - can you

imagine mommy and daddy finding out that their precious little good girl is really just a sweet little rug

muncher?" Ivy's blood went cold at the very idea. What sort of monster would do that, and where was the

camera? More important than any of that though was one burning question: did Anna know that's what he was

going to do when she tried so hard to persuade Ivy to admit that she liked her?

"It's right there by the way," he said, pointing to a bookshelf like he could read her mind."It's got great low light

vision so I'll be able to see everything that happens to you next." Ivy's mind was racing. So this is what he'd

planned all along? He was going to rape her again?

"| feel so bad for your current situation, and how conflicted you are, that I've decided to help you out." he

continued, while he started writing something on her chest. "We've already had our fun together when | took

your cherry, and | don't care much for used goods or sloppy seconds, but I'm sure one of the guys at this party

will have just the right dick to make you the straight girl you've always wanted to be." Ivy was sure she hadn't

heard him right. One second she was fantasizing about sending him to prison for the rest of his life, and the next

she was coming to grips with the fact tha the was going to let other guys fuck her. It was the most horrible thing

she could imagine.

"Don't worry though the video of you being fucked straight will stay in my private collection - unless you do

something stupid like go to the police. If you were to do that, well..." Brian let the moment linger, "Well who

knows where it might leak after that."

He got up to leave, while she struggled in vain against the ropes and knots that held her in place. When he

reached the door he turned around, and she sighed in relief. This had all been scrazy act to scare her. This

was just one more mind gof his. When he reached her he didn't untie her though. He just took a pillow case

off a pillow and put it over her head. "Got to protect your reputation. Can't let everyone in school know what a

slut you are. Who knows what everyone would say?" he said mockingly, "And for what it's worth, I'm going to tell

them they have to wear condoms... but boys will be boys..." With those words he left the room. In the darkness

she hadn't been able to see much, but with the cloth over her face now she couldn't see anything, and she

couldn't hear much past the sound of her own breath as she hyperventilated in fear.

It wasn't long before the door opened again. Ivy struggled, but she couldn't do anything to cover herself as a

stranger devoured her with his eyes. "That's a pretty fucked up fantasy," he said, mostly to himself as he read

the words Brian had left across her tits. "But whatever turns you on | guess, slut." He unzipped his fly then, which

was a terrifying sound, and then the mattress started to creek underneath his weight as he crawled into bed and

climbed on top of her.

"It's hard to believe we have sluts in this town that are this fucked up," he mumbled as he reached down and

tried to find the hole to shove his cock in. Ivy was frozen with fear as he did it. Not just because of how horrifying

it was that someone stranger with a voice she didn't recognize was getting ready to fuck her, but that he'd been

so quick to do so that she found it hard to believe he was wearing condom. Nothing she could do would stop him

from his goal though, as he finally found her hole and grunted with pleasure as he started to slide in.

"You really are getting off on this, aren't you?" He asked, "my girlfriend has never been this wet in her whole

life." Her rapist wasn't lying either. She was positively soaked because of the things Anna had done to her with

her mouth. Her sex was more than ready to take a man, even if she was anything but. He jammed his cock all

the way inside her without foreplay or any other effort to make it good for her. At least he was smaller than Brian

she thought, as he started to slide uncertainly, in and out of her. This was awful and humiliating, but at least it

didn't hurt, or worse, feel good.