So… this is literally erotic friend fic! I wrote a true story earlier about my ex-girlfriend, and a super cool Redditor asked me to write a fictional story about *her* and my ex-girlfriend.
Then she really liked it and wanted to see if it got anyone else off, too. So…
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Alison took the die in her hand. “I stab the reeve in the throat,” she said cooly.
“Whoa!” Jen interjected. “I know you’re new to the group, but two days ago we rescued the reeve. He’s at the center of the whole campaign. Also, he’s sworn a life debt to me.”
“I don’t care,” Alison said. “He insulted me. And I’m lawful evil. I’m playing my alignment. So I’m taking this knife” – she held up an imaginary blade – “and I’m putting it in his stupid neck.”
“Try it and I’m definitely going to stop you,” Jen threatened.
Danielle looked up from behind her screen, wincing. “Guys, I really hate PvP in campaigns, it has a way of getting really out of hand…”
“Then just tell her the reeve’s off limits!” said Jen.
“I mean… he’s not, really, though. I can work around him being gone,” Danielle said apologetically, sucking air in through her teeth.
“And I’ll kill you too if you try anything,” Alison smirked, looking Jen right in the eyes.
“Well, The Shield of Avandra is not getting in the middle of this shit,” Doug chuckled. “I’ll just do my best to patch up the damage.”
Talia put her hand on top of Jen’s. “Don’t worry, Ekris has your back,” she said, smiling at her cute, skinny girlfriend.
Alison didn’t break eye contact with Jen. “Well, then, I’ll just have to kill your lover, too,” she said.
“Give me the fucking die,” Jen replied.
—
Three hours later, sitting in the passenger seat of Talia’s car, Jen was still annoyed. Yes, they’d taken down Alison’s warden character pretty easily. Alison had blundered right between two trees, Jen had cast web, and Alison had failed a really unlucky number of saving throws while Talia’s fighter turned her into swiss cheese. But despite that victory, the reeve was dead, the campaign was in chaos, and worst of all, they’d all had to just sit there for an hour while Danielle and Alison worked on character creation for a new character.
“…not that there aren’t worse things than having to flirt with your girlfriend for an hour,” Jen conceded under her breath.
“What?” asked Talia.
“Oh, sorry,” Jen said. “What the hell was the new girl’s problem? Who is she, anyway?”
“Friend of Danielle’s, I think. Yeah, she sucks.”
“Well, I think she’s sexy,” Doug piped up from the back seat.
Doug was Talia’s best friend. And as always, he was overcompensating. No one would possibly have mistook Talia for a straight woman, with her short black hair shaved on the sides and her bridge and nose piercings and her preference for loose tank tops and baggy pants. So Doug always seemed to feel the need to pipe up and say, basically, “Just because my best friend’s a lesbian doesn’t mean I’m not super hetero.”
“Yuck,” said Jen. “I’m seconding Talia. That girl just sucks.” But, honestly, Jen didn’t really mean that. Alison was exactly her type, with her soft, pale, freckled skin and her generous hips and soft, natural breasts – at least she assumed they were soft – okay, she was going to need to stop thinking about this now.
Okay, sure, Alison was more of her type than her own girlfriend – Talia’s body was boyish and angular and full of feminine but hard muscle, and Jen often dreamed of just sinking into a bigger woman’s warm curves and kissing every inch of her soft skin.
Jen squinted and shook her head. Stop thinking about that! The point is, her “type” didn’t matter. Talia loved her, and she was good to her, and it had been some of the best four months of her life. She was the second girlfriend Jen had ever had, and it had been great right from the minute they met.
“Then it’s settled, two to one,” Talia said. “Alison fucking sucks.”
“I sure hope she does,” joked Doug. The car swerved a bit out of its lane as Talia reached back and slapped at him.
They dropped Doug off and headed back for Talia’s apartment. It was just a run-down little studio, but it had become a second home to Jen – she spent most nights there, these days.
Talia sat down on the bed, unlaced her boots, kicked them off, and pulled out her phone. “Whoa!” she said. “She texted me.”
“Who did?” asked Jen.
“That Alison girl!”
“No fucking way. Let me see.”
Talia handed Jen her phone. There was a single text from the contact “Alison DND”:
“Your girlfriend caught me in a web tonight and now I’m gonna catch you in mine ;)”
“What the fuck is that?” Jen asked, incredulously.
“I know, right!” said Talia. “What do you even say to that?”
Jen tossed the phone back to Talia. “You block her, and I tell Danielle not to invite her back. What a psycho.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Talia shrugged.
“You *guess*? Oh, you really would like to get caught in a web, wouldn’t you,” Jen teased. “Am I going to have to punish you?”
“No,” said Talia, leaning in and kissing her girlfriend softly. Then, smiling mischievously and looking into her eyes, she added “But, would you?”
It would have looked strange to an outsider – the taller, muscular Talia being restrained in cuffs, pleading and whimpering as her tiny, skinny, five foot tall girlfriend spanked her with a riding crop. But despite her tough-girl sense of fashion, Talia was wickedly submissive deep down, and that was the way she liked to play. And there were no outsiders peeking in through the windows.
Once she’d been spanked and teased and fingered to orgasm, Talia gratefully returned the favor with her head between Jen’s thin legs. By the end of the night, the two were smiling in each other’s arms as they drifted off to sleep.
—
A week later, they were all seated around Danielle’s table once again.
“Okay,” said Danielle. “Are there any objections if we just say last week wasn’t canon? There was a gas leak. Everyone was hallucinating.”
“A *gas leak*?” asked Doug.
“Um… yeah, we’ll call it swamp gas,” Danielle clarified. “Apparently Alison made some kind of threat to one of our players, and so she’s not going to be coming ba-”
“Okay, it wasn’t really a threat. It was meant to be flirtatious,” Doug interrupted.
Jen furrowed her brow. “And how would you know that, Doug?”
Doug hesitated, spread his hands defensively. “Okay, look, Talia told me about the first text Alison sent her, so I went over to her place to find out what -”
“The *first* text??” Jen exclaimed. Talia winced and looked away.
“Um,” said Doug. “Ohhkay, that’s awkward. But, look. She wasn’t trying to be threatening. She just thought Talia was cool, and she wanted to say something flirty, and she has a weird sense of humor, and -”
“The *FIRST* text?!” Jen cried out again. “She shouldn’t be flirting with my girlfriend at all! And why are you *defending* her, Doug? Oh, my God – you didn’t – you fucked her, didn’t you!!”
“No!!” Doug protested. He hesitated. “Well – I mean – there might have been a blowjob.”
“Whoa! You didn’t tell me that part!” Talia said.
“Can we talk about this later?” he pleaded.
“No! You went over to defend me and you let her blow you?”
“Oh, whoa, don’t you dare put this all on him,” Jen said, seething with anger. “Just how many texts were there?”
“I was just going over to tell her not to say shit like that to my friend,” Doug continued. “Then she started talking about how amazing she was with her mouth, and how she could make anyone cum in less than five minutes, and one time some guy bet her a hundred bucks she couldn’t, and… I got really fucking horny, okay? She’s, like, totally not ashamed to get whatever she wants, and-”
Jen stood up so abruptly she almost knocked over her chair and grabbed Talia by the wrist, sinking her nails in painfully. “We’re leaving. Right fucking now. Doug, find another ride home.” She practically drug Talia to the door before turning around and exclaiming to the room: “The gas leak continues!”
Talia drove in silence with Jen fuming in the passenger seat. Jen was so furious that she was afraid that if either one of them started talking she’d start hitting her girlfriend and they’d go right off the road. As soon as they were through the door to Talia’s apartment, Jen held out her hand and said “Phone.”
“Come on, it’s not -”
“Phone. Right now, Talia.”
Talia hesitated, but she knew when she’d been caught. She took her phone out of her pocket and Jen immediately snatched it out of her hands and held it to her face to unlock it.
“Look, Jen, it’s not as bad as it -”
“Shut the hell up while I read.”
The texts didn’t actually start out that bad. Alison had waited a day and texted her again, and this time Talia had responded.
A: Nothing to say? Guess I really got into your head
T: With your weird caught-in-my-web thing? Give me a break.
A: I could see the way you were looking at me. You’d take me over your skinny little girlfriend any day.
T: This is ridiculous. You need help. Seriously. Go see a psychiatrist.
A: You wanted me to pass those saving throws. You were thinking about me getting free and killing your girl in front of you. It was making you a little wet.
T: You know what? I really should have blocked you, if you’re just gonna make dumb shit up.
A: But you didn’t. And you still aren’t. Because you know I’m not making it up. And now I know, too.
T: Oh, sure, you just have magic powers and you can tell when a girl’s secretly turned on. Sure, Alison.
A: Isn’t it weird that you’re a lesbian and you’re basically dating a boy? Wouldn’t you rather have this?
Then there was a box with an X in it – Talia had apparently deleted whatever picture came through. Jen was proud of her, but also frustratingly curious about what that picture had been.
They went back and forth for a while – Talia insulting Alison, Alison telling Talia that she knew she wanted her and insulting Jen. Jen’s face grew redder and redder as she watched her girlfriend defend her – but without blocking the bitch’s number.
And then the conversation took a sudden turn.
A: So your boyfriend dropped by this afternoon 
T: Would you stop calling Jen my boyfriend. I’ve just about had it with you. She may be half your size but she’s twice the woman you’ll ever be.
A: No, I mean your actual boyfriend. Doug. He had some interesting things to say about you!
T: Doug came over? And talked about me?
A: I knew I wasn’t wrong. I knew I was right on the money with that web comment.
T: What the fuck did he tell you???
And then, there was another picture. And this one hadn’t been deleted. Alison was topless, smirking, and holding a white polypropylene rope between her hands, tied in a series of intricate knots.
Jen stared at it open-mouthed. She was furious – furious that Alison sent it, furious that Talia hadn’t deleted it. But she couldn’t deny that Alison had incredible breasts. They weren’t perky porn-star tits – they had some sag to them, but were full, and round, and womanly. The tops were freckled by the sun, the rest were creamy and almost white in their paleness, capped with two pink, stiff, nipples. She could see that Alison had a nice soft plump tummy – not a belly that would sag over her belt, just a thick waist with cutely dimpled skin. She couldn’t help but feel both jealous and turned on and –
Angry, she started scrolling faster, speed-reading through the texts. Talia had just responded “OMG” to that picture. Then there was a lot of taunting. “Got you, didn’t I? You don’t want to admit you’re going to touch yourself to that, are you? You need these ropes wrapping you up and making you my helpless toy.” And Talia’s protests got weaker and weaker as Jen’s thumb scrolled through the pages, faster and faster. Now pictures of Talia herself were scrolling by in the blur of text, interspersed with Alison’s obscene selfies. Talia with a gag in her mouth. Talia’s ass with her own finger stuck in it. Talia’s crotch with the words “Alison owns me” written above her bush.
Oh my God. That was just two days ago. Jen had noticed that Talia’s skin was extremely red and irritated. She’d asked if she had some kind of rash. She must have scrubbed at that marker for an hour.
Jen kept scrolling and eventually came to the bottom.
A: Don’t forget to wear them to your little game tonight.
T: I will.
A: Aren’t you forgetting something?
T: …I will, mistress.
“No fucking way,” Jen seethed. “No. Fucking. Way.”
“Look, it’s basically just porn,” Talia babbled. “She’s a really good writer and I got carried away and it’s not like I’d actually go cheat on you -”
“You don’t think this is cheating on me??” Jen yelled.
“Well, you go on Reddit and read stories too sometimes -”
“You don’t see the fucking difference, Talia? And wear *what* to your little game tonight? Wait, no way -”
Jen reached for Talia’s waist and started undoing her button. Talia reached weakly to stop her but Jen swatted her hand away and yanked down her pants. She found Talia wearing the laciest, girliest pink thong she’d ever seen – it was nothing like anything she’d ever buy. It was nothing like anything she owned.
“Where the fuck did you get this??”
“She put it in the mailbox. Look, she didn’t come in -”
“She knows where we live?! God damn it, Talia, what the fuck -”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Talia exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I love you. She got in my head. I’m so sorry. Please -”
Jen’s hand lashed out, slapped Talia right across the face. The taller woman whimpered as her head snapped to the side, but she didn’t protest.
But then Jen realized she wasn’t just furious – she was also wet. Very wet. Her muscular girlfriend was standing there whimpering and teary-eyed with her pants around her ankles, in a frilly pink thong with an angry rash above the waistline and a red handprint across her cheek. Alison had reduced her to this. Fuck, Alison had destroyed her. That chubby homewrecking slut had *destroyed* her. Jen wasn’t sure why that thought was making her so horny.
“Take your top off,” Jen insisted.
Talia quickly pulled her top over her head and threw it aside, revealing her small breasts. Jen swung her palm out again and slapped her across her tits, eliciting another squeal of pain.
“You want a mistress, I’ll give you a fucking mistress.”
Two hours later, Talia was sweaty and asleep in Jen’s arms, and Jen was feeling much better.
She’d taken all her anger out on her girlfriend. She’d slapped her, pulled her hair, twisted her nipples. She’d pulled that fucking hateful pink thong so deep up into her pussy and ass it threatened to break the skin. She’d taken out the dildo and fucked her girlfriend so fast and hard with it that her eyes rolled back in her head while she wailed halfway between pleasure and agony, held in that state for longer than she could take as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
She’d sat on that cheater’s face and cruelly spanked her bare pussy while she frantically licked Jen’s clit and thrust her tongue into her vagina, fighting for air but desperate to do anything to please. She’d cuffed the strong woman’s left wrist to her right ankle and right wrist to her left ankle and shoved a plug up her ass while she fiercely alternated rubbing and spanking her pussy until she squirted all over the sheets.
Talia had cum so many times it had seemed to fry her brain. Her last words before she passed out, exhausted and completely orgasm-drained, were a babbled “Yours. All yours. Forever.”
She was all Jen’s, and now the texts were all deleted, the number was blocked, and Jen was feeling pretty satisfied herself – Talia had gone down on her many times before, but no one eats pussy like a lesbian terrified she’s about to be broken up with.
She tried not to think about why she’d forwarded half a dozen of Alison’s pictures to herself before deleting them from her girlfriend’s phone.
—
Two weeks went by, and life was back to normal. The Shield of Avandra had taken the reeve’s body to the Convergence and communed with his spirit, and they’d found Astrid’s tomb after all. More importantly, Talia had been going out of her way to show Jen how devoted she was, buying her gifts and making her dinners and giving her the most lovely orgasms. All was well.
Jen’s phone chirped, and she saw that Talia had texted her, and she smiled and looked down from the rambunctious kids she’d been supervising. She unlocked her screen and opened the text.
“Leave work and come home. Right now ;)”
She squinted at it. What? Talia didn’t use those winky-faces. She used emojis like an ordinary person. Nobody under forty used semicolons and parentheses. Nobody except –
Oh, fuck.
“I have to go. Cover for me,” she told her co-worker.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“Cover for me!!” she yelled behind her as she stepped out into the parking lot. Eight minutes and twelve traffic violations later, she turned the knob to Talia’s front door and threw it open.
Talia was lying naked and bound on the bed. Not just bound – cocooned. She lay on her back, thin white ropes encircling her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles. Her mouth was forced open with a thicker length of cord wedged between her back teeth. A beautiful and intricate series of ropes were tied around her neck and criss-crossed down and around her torso, forming a lattice pattern across her chest except for the two circles that cinched tightly around her breasts, turning them a deep shade of red that was almost purple.
And next to her sat an equally naked Alison, casually draping her thick thighs over Talia’s waist as she idly stroked her victim’s naked pussy.
“What the fuck!” cried Jen.
“I warned you I’d web up your girlfriend,” Alison said smugly.
“Let her go!” Jen insisted.
“Well, let’s ask her,” said Alison. “Do you want to be let go, pet?”
“Mnnn,” said Talia.
“Oh, that’s right, she can’t talk.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” said Jen, her lower lip trembling with rage.
“Oh, come on, violence? And what are you, ninety pounds?” asked Alison. “Here. I’ll let her tell you for herself.”
Alison took her hand off Talia’s pussy, drawing a desperate whimper from the trapped girl’s gagged mouth. She skillfully untied the knot behind her head, then withdrew a soggy pair of panties from Talia’s mouth. Big panties – ones Jen could fit two of herself into. She set them down on the bed and resumed stroking Talia between the legs.
“There. Do you want me to let you go?”
“Please let me cum,” Talia begged, her voice almost a sob.
Alison looked at Jen with an evil grin. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’ve been edging her for almost an hour now.”
“Talia, this is – this is insane! Tell her to let you go!!” Jen was near tears herself. She’d fought so hard to keep her girlfriend away from this crazy psycho. Had Talia even stopped texting Alison for a week? A day? Was all that special attention just to mask her guilt?
“I need to cuuuummmm,” Talia sobbed. Wow. She’d always been submissive, but this was on a whole other level. She was whining like a little girl. She couldn’t even form thoughts about what she was doing to her own partner. Couldn’t even remember that she loved her. The curvy redhead had taken her to a place where it seemed like her mind would snap soon without a release.
“She’s in agony, isn’t she,” Alison said with amusement. “Tell you what. I’ll let her cum… if you make me cum.” She swung her thighs off her victim’s lap and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide while continuing to stroke Talia’s pussy behind her. She stroked her slowly – too slowly – keeping her wet and engorged but refusing to take her over the edge.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Jen said. But her eyes were glued to Alison’s pussy. It was so pretty – so pink and inviting between those big creamy thighs, with a cute little copper-red bush. She was unshaved, but visually seemed much less hairy than either of the darker-haired women.
“Please!” Talia begged, gasping for air. “Please – Jen – do what she says… please.”
Jen hesitated. Oh, she hated this. She hated everything about this. But she knew she wanted to taste Alison. She’d touched herself to those pictures so many times, and now the voluptuous woman was right in front of her. And this time she wasn’t just a picture. She wanted to feel the warmth of Alison’s pussy on her face, feel the warmth of her thighs against her ears. And her girlfriend was begging her to do it. Begging her to help her find release.
She could hardly believe that she was dropping to her knees.
“Good girl,” Alison purred. Fuck, Jen hated that bitch. But she placed her hands just above Alison’s knees anyway, pressed her face forward, let her tongue part her enemy’s labia. Her taste was strong and musky with a hint of sweetness.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” gasped the redhead. “Lick me, you little fucking loser.” Her free hand came up to her breast, pinched her nipple and played with it.
“That’s good?” Jen knew she was good. She knew she was better than good – she was great. Oh, it took Alison just five minutes to suck Doug dry? It would have taken her two. She darted her tongue around Alison’s clit. Rolled it like a wave across her pussy. Dipped the tip in and out of her.
“Oh my God. Oh my fucking God,” Alison gasped. Jen redoubled her efforts. She’d given some good head before. This one was her masterpiece.
Soon Alison was wailing and thrashing like a crazy person. A minute ago she had had a couple completely under her control – one trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and begging for release, the other submissively forced to her knees. Suddenly she didn’t seem so in control.
Jen kept licking, tonguing, teasing, overwhelming the bigger woman, bringing her lust to a crescendo. Alison was moaning, bucking against skinny Jen’s face, barely in control of her own body anymore. Her soft stroking of Talia’s pussy had turned into a frantic, mindless thrusting, two fingers plunging in and out of the strong submissive. And then suddenly Talia was screaming out, arching her back, flopping on the bed like an animal as the floodgates broke and the long-denied orgasm poured out of her in wave after wave.
And at the moment Talia’s thrashing subsided, Jen pulled her head back, looked up at Alison with a vengeful smile, and licked her lips.
“No!” Alison cried. “You can’t – you have to finish.”
“Oh, was I better than you thought?” Jen teased. Behind her, she could see Talia twisting her wrists back and forth, trying to loosen her bonds, trying to work her hands free. She was making faster progress than Jen would have expected – apparently, the sheer force of her muscles contracting in orgasm had loosened the ropes substantially.
Alison grabbed the back of Jen’s head, pulled it back into her pussy. She ground her sex forcefully against the smaller woman’s face. Jen rewarded her with a very slow lick up her slit, causing Alison’s whole body to shiver.
“Faster, you bitch,” she gasped.
“Oh, is that too slow?” she quipped into the Alison’s soaked pussy, causing her to shudder at the feeling of her lips barely making contact as she spoke.
Alison clamped her thighs hard around Jen’s head. “Do what you were doing before! Or I’ll crush your fucking – oh!”
Suddenly her legs opened in panic as she was pulled backwards onto the bed. Talia’s arms were free – and she had easily slipped Alison into a full nelson, her fingers locked at the redhead’s hairline with her former tormenter’s arms flailing helplessly above her head. Alison struggled, but she was no match for Talia’s strong muscles.
“Let me go!” she demanded. But now Talia wasn’t a slave to an orgasm that refused to come. She looked at her girlfriend, smiled weakly, and nodded.
Jen grinned back. She slid two fingers into Alison’s soaked pussy and began slowly drawing them in and out. With her other hand, she slapped the homewrecking slut right across the face.
“Ouch,” Alison protested.
“Do you want to leave?” Jen smirked.
“I want you to make me cum!”
Jen grabbed her by the nipple, twisted it savagely, bringing a stream of obscenities pouring from Alison’s mouth. She slapped her across the face again. She leaned her face forward, took Alison’s breast in her mouth, and sank her teeth into it. The whole time, Alison wailed and cried in pain, but she never said “stop.” The two fingers slowly fingering her pussy, the tantalizing promise of finishing what Jen’s mouth had started, kept her from doing that.
Gradually, Alison’s furious cursing turned into whimpering, turned into begging. “Please,” she sobbed. Jen slapped her across her red cheek yet again. “Pleeeease,” she repeated pathetically.
“Have it your way,” Jen said. She stood up and walked to the nightstand, opened the drawer. Alison struggled furiously, but Talia’s hold was inescapable. She rubbed her thighs together in frustration, trying to bring herself to a peak. Jen turned around, holding a monstrously large, curved dildo.
“What the fuck is that?” Alison gasped.
“It’s Talia’s Bad Dragon,” Jen said casually. She walked to the curvy redhead, spread her thighs apart again, and pressed the tip between her labia. “And if you don’t want it inside you, just say no and you can walk right out the front door.”
“Use your mouth again,” Alison pleaded.
“I didn’t hear you say no.”
“Oh God – oh FUCK!” Alison screamed as Jen rammed the massive thing into her slick pussy. She could barely believe she could stretch to accommodate it – nothing half that size had ever been inside her. Her eyes widened with pain, terror, lust.
Jen was in no mood to warm Alison up with any gentle foreplay – she immediately started driving the huge toy in and out of her like a piston.
“Oh my God, it’s too much – it’s too much – it’s too MUUUUUCH!!!” Alison screamed.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK IN HERE AND FUCK MY GIRLFRIEND??” Jen shouted in a blood-curdling rage as she brutalized her rival’s pussy with the giant rubber dick.
*I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORR – OHHH – OHHH – AAAAEEEEE!”
Alison’s head flew back. Talia winced as the back of her skull caught her in the mouth. Her eyes seemed to be bulging out of her skull as she came and came against the sadistic toy, pleasure and pain swirling together. Jen almost laughed out loud as she watched a trail of drool dribble down the corner of her chin.
Finally, her body went still, and Jen slowly withdrew the huge toy and set it on the nightstand. “Come here,” she said, almost kindly. She took the confused, overwhelmed Alison by the arm and gently guided her to the front door, shoving her over the threshold and slamming and locking the door behind her.
“You didn’t let her get her clothes,” Talia observed.
Jen spun around to face her still-half-bound girlfriend. She was furious, she was horny, she was the one woman who hadn’t cum, and the look on her face made Talia cringe. She’d never seen her like this before.
“You and I have some unfinished business,” said Jen.
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