Emerson Taylor: Bitch mother

More than once, while attending these movies with Ryan, she had seen couples engaging in more or less advanced forms of sexual by-play as they watched the films. A lot of those couples had no qualms whatever about exchanging depraved caresses, she knew, and on several occasions she had been sure that she had seen women having orgasms. Once a couple had been sitting directly in front of them; when they had entered to take their seats, she had looked over their shoulders and had seen the man's hand plunged far under the woman's dress. Later, during an especially provocative moment in the film, Marie had seen the woman's head slowly topple over onto her date's shoulder. During a silent moment in the film's action – the man had pulled his cock out of her cunt and was shooting thick streams of cum over her tits – she had heard soft, fluttering gasps of unmistakable pleasure from the seats in front of her.

On another occasion she had been certain that she had seen a woman's head dip down and disappear in front of the man beside her; Marie had gone away believing that she had seen a man getting a blow job in a movie house. It was entirely likely, she knew; the patrons of those films tended to sit apart from each other as far as possible, and if one were on the back row, there would probably be no limit to what one could do. Unless, that is, one were attending the movie with a dull, mindless clod like Paul Ryan!

The second film was an entirely different story. Titled "The Great Danish Lover", it proved to be by far the most exciting film Marie had ever seen, though the beginning did not look like anything out of the ordinary. The film opened with a shot of a young, attractive-looking blonde sitting at a desk and punishing a typewriter. From time to time she would stop typing and reach into a drawer to pull out a magazine. The camera peeped in over her right shoulder and got a closeup shot of her reading matter; it was a pornographic magazine illustrated with shots as revealing as any Marie had ever seen. The camera showed the girl focusing on one special picture, a rear view of a couple at the absolute peak of what must have been an all-out fuck session.

The girl, who straddled the man, was deeply tanned all over; there were not even any triangles of white flesh over her nipples or covering her cunt mound. She had lifted her box off her well-hung lover and was grasping his cock, which was photographed in the very act of spurting out a thick spray of milky sperm. The shot caught the lovely contrast between the white cum and the dark flesh; a couple of blobs of sperm could be seen on the hairy lips of her pussy and another was arcing into the opened lips of her slit.

The girl put down her magazine and pushed her chair away from the desk, obviously in a high degree of distress. She wore a handsome off-white dress which barely covered the tops of her thighs and which molded her full, soft booby Marie could see the nipples poking at the clinging material, as if they were anxious to be freed. The girl pushed her chair against the window sill just behind her and propped her feet up on the desk. Her dress slid up around her stomach, revealing a wisp of yellow nylon trimmed with white lace. A dark shadow could be seen behind the panel of nylon.

The camera now moved to a position directly in front of the girl and below her – Marie did not stop to wonder how they had accomplished that shot – and focused on the junction of her widespread legs. Wisps of dark hair hung out on either side of her panty crotch, and the lighting was good enough to give the viewers a hint of the lusty flesh behind the panel of nylon. The girl reached down to begin caressing the upper parts of her thighs, and Marie felt her own body begin tingling with a subtle awareness. She had always loved the scenes which showed girls masturbating. Paul detested them, being interested only in the parts which showed pricks going into mouths or cunts, but Marie found that she could always get extremely aroused simply by watching another woman diddle herself.

The girl's hands moved slowly till she was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Marie became more aroused with every minute, and it was not long before she could feel her clitoris throbbing heavily. The girl continued to rub her pussy and gradually worked one finger into the leg of her panties. The sight of that finger working behind the filmy gauze struck Marie as far more exciting than a direct view of the action would ever have been; she could allow her vivid, hyperactive imagination to work freely and construct am image of the way the girl's finger was sliding over the swollen, lust-darkened lips, perhaps pausing to give the rigid clitoris a stroke and maybe even fondling the sensitive mouth of her cunt. Marie sucked in a deep breath and held it. She tried to will her body into a state of lesser excitement, since she feared that she might very well have an involuntary climax herself, and she did not want Paul to know that the film had affected her that drastically.

After fingering her pussy behind the panties for a moment, the girl pulled the garment aside. Marie's cunt at once slowed its race toward a climax when she saw that the pussy was not quite as exciting as she had imagined it to be. The girl had one of those slits in which the outer lips dominated the inner, the latter resembling delicate rose petals demurely peeping out of the fat folds of whiskered flesh enclosing them.

There was no mistaking the reality of the scene, however, and that did a lot to compensate for the pussy's lack of attractiveness to Marie. The camera alternated between closeups of her fingers roaming over her box, and wider shots which gave them a look at the girl's lovely face. She was enjoying herself, no doubt of that; this girl was am extremely accomplished artist and knew exactly how to give herself pleasure of the most abandoned sort. The sound track caught her quick, shallow breathing and the soft, whimpering moans that escaped from her lips as she worked herself up to a sharp emotional peak. Marie could not help responding to the sounds of sex, just as she warmed to the sight of the girl finger-fucking herself, and she knew that she was headed straight for an orgasm of her own.

"Mmmm, fuck!" the girl murmured in a husky, quavering tone. "Come! Cream! Ooohhh, come, you pussy, come! Fuck!"

She was running her finger up and down that juicy, passion-moistened slit in a way that must have been excruciatingly delightful. Marie was sure that the girl was on the verge of coming when suddenly she stopped. Rising to her feet, the girl pulled her hands away from her pussy. For a moment Marie thought that she was going to stop masturbating and her heart sank with despair. But the girl was just going to remove her panties. When she resumed her seat, with her legs propped up on the desk and spread wide apart, her pussy was completely bare. Her cunt mound had a small muff of dark hair covering it, a completely sexual sight, and the camera again returned to its vantage point just in front of her twat.

This time the girl attacked her cunt in a slightly different way, one which Marie found even more exciting. She continued rubbing her fingers up and down her slit, but she also reached under her left hip and began stroking the flesh around the mouth of her cunt. She teased the camera boldly, spreading the lips apart and then squeezing them together; the sight of that dark, whiskery slit opening and closing had a powerfully erotic effect upon Marie, and soon her clitoris was throbbing as hard as ever. The sensations became even more marked when the girl plunged a finger into the mouth of her cunt and began finger-fucking herself in earnest. She had a thoroughly delightful way of pinching the lips of her pussy together around the penetrating finger and making it seem very much as though she was actually taking a big cock up her cunt. After finger-fucking herself for a few moments, she stopped. The camera zoomed in even closer to catch the next phase of her action: she moved a cunt-smeared finger down to her asshole and probed, working the tip into the taut, puckered bung.