Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

I laved her gash, swirling my tongue through the delicate inviting playground before I made my first tentative attack upon her cunt-mouth itself.

But oh, God, when I did! She moaned my name – the sweetest sound I had ever heard, that delirious "Mmmaaarrriiilllyyynnnnn!" that trilled from her pink-lipped mouth, and then she cried aloud in ecstasy.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

Her pussy muscles began to snap like a tiger at my tongue. Those men hadn't gotten this response from Emmylou! It was mine, mine alone! Nothing would do me then but to thrust my tongue up her hole as far as I could stab, penetrating Emmylou till she screamed again and a little oozing flood of indescribably delicious girl-cum bathed my tongue in its tangy spiced sweetness.

"Jesus God," she whispered intensely. "Your tongue… Oh, God, your tongue! It feels like a little live thing inside me!"

"It is a little live thing," I told her huskily, emotionally. "And it would like very much to go inside you again. Would you like that?"

"I'd love it! Oh, Lord Godamighty, there, Marilyn! That's the PLACE!!"

It was indeed! My tongue was deep in her beautiful cunt, and my fingers were playing back and forth across the tingly flesh of her ass, and I let my nose brush a sexy pattern on her clitoris, and Emmylou began to hump excitedly at my mouth. Yes! I thought, wishing only that I could talk while I ate her. Do it to me, my darling darling girl! Fuck my face with your lovely cunt! Drown me in your girl-cum! Smother me with your musky sweetness, Emmylou my treasure! More! Oh, it's oozing now, oozing for me, oozing for Marilyn!

Let my tongue get in there, let me drink and lick and suck your honey, princess bee! Sweet, so sweet! How your cunt-lips flutter when I thrust between them with my tongue! How you ripple for me when I tickle your clit! Ripple again! Ohhhhh – suck my tongue with your snatch, while I love your snatch with my tongue! Yes! Yes! God in heaven, Emmylou, yes!!

Come on me, sweets, come for me, come with me, come, Emmylou, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, COME!

She came! Her snatch rippling, jerking, convulsing, wet ooze dribbling from her lips onto mine, being snapped up by my fucking tongue. Her cunt hot and musky, a swamp into which my face was greedily thrust! The play of muscles in her ass, vibrating beneath my fingers' caress! And I was coming, too, coming from the sheer delight of bringing my Emmylou to her passionate release.

We scaled that hill together, Emmylou and I, we climbed and we struggled until we could climb no higher, till only heaven itself stretched above us. And then, hand in hand, we leaped into a sky electric with ecstasy, immersing our bodies in erotic, sexual fulfillment.

Her body shuddered against mine as she writhed in her climax. My cunt ached. I was coming with Emmylou, my pussy exploding in harmony with hers, but I wanted to come again. I wanted her to love me with her mouth, the way I'd loved her. I wanted that sweet mouth of hers to suck honey from my snatch. I wanted her tongue to invade my cunt and flog me to hysterics. I wanted – I wanted – oh, I wanted everything!

I spoke into her cunt. "Do me now, darling! Lick me! Suck me! Kiss my pussy! Use your tongue on me! Oh, Emmylou, will you eat me just like I ate you?"

"I don't know if I can," she moaned. "I don't know how, but I want to learn! I want to, Marilyn! God, let me try!"

I slid back, opening my legs. Trembling, shuddering, her face flushed with passion, Emmylou sat up. She stared at me where I sat rubbing my stomach, and I saw her eyes flash with happiness. She licked her lips and she came towards me, spittle forming in the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, suck me, Emmylou. Suck me!"

Perhaps there really was a God. My prayers had been answered. I was free of that horrible captivity, and I had Emmylou, and Emmylou was eagerly sucking my pussy.

Somehow I knew, as her tongue brushed my cunt, that this time it would be for keeps. I had my lady, and my lady had her lady. Our love may have been sealed in Luke Tolliver's blood, but Luke Tolliver didn't mean diddly-shit even when he was alive. Nothing counted; no one else counted! Only me and Emmylou. Together! Now! Forever!