Jerry Milner: The lady plays doctor

She had to take one of Emily's hands from her breast and guide it to her loins. For once the lesbian seemed more than content with her breasts, and nothing more. But when that hand was properly placed between Joyce's nicely spread legs, its fingers showed the lesbian hadn't lost her interest in cunt.

Joyce sighed and settled lower on the love seat, smiling dreamily at their photographer, nestling her lesbian lover's head to her tit and undulating her hips to push her pussy against her fingers. She had two fingers inside her cunt and the ball of her thumb against her cunt, provoking heavenly sensations. Joyce hugged her and kissed her head, and was able to softly massage one of her big tits.

"Going to eat me soon, lover?" she murmured. "Going to put your mouth where your hand is, Emily?"

To Joyce's mild surprise, Emily gently shook her head. She said, "I'd like it a lot if you did. I love to have you kiss my pussy, Emily. And I… love to kiss yours. I'll kiss you there, darling. I'll kiss your pretty cunt if you'll kiss mine. I'll make you come, I promise you that. I'll make you come and come and come, Emily. Sixty-nine. Well have Philip take pictures of us licking each other's cunts, kissing 'em, sucking 'em and making each other come. Come on, Emily. I'm so ready for it, and I just know you are too. Gawd, I can smell you but I can't even reach you. I wish my tongue was a yard long. I'd tickle your big twat with it once, and you'd be down on the floor, doing lickety-split and driving me crazy. Came on, honey. Let's lick cunts. Come on, darling. Let's do it. That's what it's all about with us gals, isn't it?"

There was a whining note in Joyce's voice but she couldn't help that and she didn't care. What she cared about was further excitement, more orgasms. She'd been coming all along, but those had been minor orgasms, preludes to the big explosions she'd known with Emily in the past. She had to have that again, and she had to bury her face in hot wet cunt again. But still Emily sucked on at her titties, until at last in her impatience Joyce had to squirm away from her. She had to pop her beautifully swollen and tingling nipple out of the sucking lips and draw her lover up to face her. With her hands on Emily's soft, warm cheeks, with her sex-glazed eyes smoldering deeply into Emily's, she sweetly but firmly said, "Darling, I want you to suck my cunt, right now, and I want to suck you. Do you understand that?"

Emily nodded, smiling, and said, "I understand, but this isn't the night for that. We did that before, and well do it again, many times. But tonight is our wedding night, and we're going to do something even better than sucking cunt."

Joyce frowned, and said, "Y-You were serious about the wedding thing?"

"Of course. Why else would we have the champagne dinner and the photographer?" said Emily, continuing with her fingers on Joyce's cunt, making it ever so difficult for the impassioned little blonde to think. "You've had a wedding night of sorts with Phil, and now it's time to have one with me," she continued, so beautiful by candlelight, so excitingly close, so sure of herself now in Joyce's time of confusion.

"But," said Joyce, between the soft kisses being placed on the corners of her mouth, "but what could be better than our sucking cunts?"

"This," said Emily, and as if by magic she produced a long pale rod, and placed it in Joyce's lap.

She picked it up. Her hands were trembling as she turned it over and looked at it, and felt its smooth plastic surface. It was about an inch in diameter and almost a yard long. Its ends were rounded. It was firm but flexible, and could be easily bent. Joyce's mouth went dry as she looked at it and she could feel her heart fluttering and thumping in her chest. She shook her head slightly but she couldn't take her eyes from it. She said, "I think I know what this is, and… and I don't want to have anything to do with it."

"It's a nice thing," said Emily, and slid it smoothly from Joyce's quaking hands. She fondled it against her billowing bare tits and kiss her body while Joyce watched, both appalled and excited. Again it was placed in Joyce's hands when Emily arose from the loveseat. There was a confident smile on the face of the beautiful brunette as she slipped off her bra and worked her tight black panties down over her wide, sweeping hips. That huge patch of dark hair appeared, and Joyce stared directly at it, breathing fast, and nervously fingering the plastic cock while another flashbulb went off somewhere at her side.

Emily sat down on the other end of the love seat with her back against the low arm and with her high-heeled shoes on the cushions, their toes pointed at Joyce, their heels two feet apart. Her crotch was quite open. Even in the dim candlelight Joyce could see the long pink slit through the tangle of dark hair between Emily's large white tapered thighs. Emily, still wearing that confident smirk, leisurely parted the thick hair and the glistening lips and Joyce swallowed hard and blinked back moisture in her eyes when she saw the full extent of that woman's cunt.

There was the oversized clitoris that she'd been begging to kiss. There was the cunt hole that would gladly accept a man's cock or a woman's fingers or even the plastic device in her hands. There before her eyes was luscious sex, dripping with juices, filling the young intern's nostrils with a scent far more intoxicating than any French perfume. It was all framed in black garter straps and the black belt of her garter belt and the black welts of her gleaming cunt.

A little whimpering sound came from Joyce's throat, and she said, "You're beautiful. It's beautiful. Let's suck cunts Emily."

Emily reached out her hand and snapped her fingers, saying, "Hand me our toy, darling."

Joyce's hands closed tighter on it, and she said, "We don't need this thing. Just… just let me suck yours… for a start."

The jeweled fingers snapped again. Joyce bit her lip in frustration and handed the long white thing over to her. Emily's smile broadened as she rubbed one end of the thing up and down the big pink gash between her legs. It looked like an immense candle jutting up from the hairy base that was Emily's cunt. But then the length of it was diminished as Emily pushed the end inside her pussy, sighing ant squirming her big hips on the cushions of the love seat.

She worked more and more of it in and out of her cunt, smiling and licking her lips while Joyce watched unblinkingly. It seemed as if she got at least a foot of the thing inside her body. That end was all glistening wet as she moved it in and out, purring with pleasure. She'd formed it into a graceful curve with the unused end pointing upward, sliding it and out of her cunt, moving to meet its slow insertions.

"Does it… feel good?" Joyce said, in spite of herself.

Emily nodded gravely, and she bent the unused end downward until it was pointing at Joyce's eyes.

"Oh, Jesus," Joyce muttered, and glanced at their photographer. "Don't take pictures of this, Philip," she said, and quickly tucked her negligee up about her waist and assumed a position on the love seat just like Emily's position, but facing her.

Joyce's bare feet were under Emily's thighs and Emily's feet were under Joyce's thighs. Both females had their knees bent and excited. Their cunts were facing each other. Joyce reached out her hand and Emily put her end of the thing in it.

"Get it nice and wet before you slip it in, dear," Emily instructed.

"Yes. Yes," Joyce said, breathing shallowly and fast as she ran the blunt end up and down through her quivering wet slit.

Another flashbulb popped just as she was putting it in her cunt. She hadn't lubricated it enough, and it stuck going in, but it felt just marvelous. She shifted her quaking asscheeks closer to Emily on the couch as she worked more and more of it into her hungry cunt. Right at her side was Dr. Morgan, wearing a tuxedo, his big prick sticking stiffly out of his pants, photographing her slack-jawed but concentrating face as she shoved the lesbian's dildo into her twat. She ignored him and his cock until she had her end of their toy in as far as it would go, and then she forgot about him completely.