Legacy of Faith Ch. 03

"Karen, do you know that your sister loves to have her nipples twisted?" I asked.

"No. I didn't know that." Karen answered, moving closer.

"Ask her. She'll nod her head to tell you she loves it."

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?"

Erynn shook her head from side to side. I slapped her right breast. She jumped.

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?" Karen asked again.

She shook her head "No" again. I slapped each breast in turn, harder. She jumped and bent slightly forward. The yelp she made was barely heard through the ball gag.

"Sister, do you love having your nipples twisted?" Karen asked again. Erynn was nodding before Karen had finished the question. Karen used the thumb and first finger of her hands to grasp both of Erynn's nipples and slowly twist. When Erynn took in a deep breath through her nose we knew the twist was hurting. Karen stopped twisting farther, holding the beginning of pain for Erynn.

"That feels so good, doesn't it?" I asked. Erynn moaned and nodded. Karen and I knew well that Erynn could orgasm from having her nipples abused. Yes, it hurt, but it also took her to a pleasure she couldn't get to without the pain.

From the drawer I took two blue clothespins. There were different color clothespins in the drawer, each color telling me how strong the spring was in each. Blue were the second lightest grip. I had drilled a hole in the end of the pins, farthest from where they would attach to someone. The hole allowed me to attach other things to the clothespin.

Karen waited until I was ready then let go of Erynn's left nipple. Erynn's reaction was to take another deep breath as her blood rushed back into her blueberry sized nipple. As she did I attached the clothespin to her areola, right next to her nipple. We repeated the process to her other nipple.

We let her stand still for a minute, getting used to the pain level and giving her time to wonder what was next.

Karen got down on her knees and made Erynn spread her legs. She prompted the move by slapping the inside of Erynn's thighs until they were as spread as Karen wanted them. I knelt and pushed a finger up into Erynn's vagina. All the way in and slowly all the way out. When only the tip of my finger was touching her lips I shoved into her hard and fast for ten strokes.

Karen grabbed my wrist and I stopped. She held up two fingers. I put two fingers together and shoved into Erynn with those two fingers. Every time I hit bottom Karen gently slapped the clothespins on her sister's tits.

Erynn was moaning and bending forward at each slap. Karen showed me three fingers and I worked three fingers into Erynn. After one stroke Karen showed me four fingers.

When I pushed four fingers into Erynn up to my knuckles she bucked and screamed into the ball gag. She trembled and nearly lost her balance. Karen slapped the pins hard enough for them to come off and fall to the floor. Erynn started to collapse and we caught her, while I was able to keep all four fingers buried in her pussy.

We worked together and lowered Erynn onto her back on the bed. Karen helped me pull my hand out of Erynn and as soon as it was out Karen attached her mouth over the wet gash that was her sister's pussy. Erynn issued another muffled scream and thrashed on the bed. Karen pushed her to two more orgasms and then stopped.

We cleaned Erynn up, dried her with a dry towel and removed the tape from her eyes. She kept them closed. I unbuckled the ball gag and slowly worked it out of her mouth. Karen took it from me and washed it in the bathroom sink while I snuggled next to Erynn.

As I lay next to Erynn and slowly stuck a single finger into her pussy she spread her legs a little and opened her eyes. Her head turned a little and she looked at me.

"Am I a freak?" She asked.

"Not in my world. Maybe somewhere, but not here."

"I love feeling what I feel when I have surrendered like that. I've tried all my life to get there without the pain, without the surrender, and I haven't made it. Not once."

Karen snuggled in on the other side of Erynn. They kissed. The roughness was over. The kiss was tender and soft. Karen caressed her sister's breasts and Erynn moaned and thanked her for loving her.

Karen whispered, "We are so lucky. Where else could we find a man like Nick? He not only loves us, he loves us just the way we need to be loved."

In moments we were asleep. As I let go and drifted I thought about how Karen had come to me to be loved and had loved her sister enough to focus on her instead of herself.

I fell asleep knowing I was the lucky one.