Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

Instinctively, he was beginning to thrust his hips backwards and forwards, making fucking motions in the air, frantic for some friction against his bursting coc k. She wanted desperately to reach out and grab its burning length, to feel the great, wrenching bucks of his orgasm in her hands, but she contented herself with caressing it by eye, willing that he might somehow feel ghostly fingers upon him, willing that he might fuck his way to an orgasm right before her.

"Here. Taste my fingers. Taste your cunt juice on my hand. Yes, lick up your dribbling cunt-juice. Suck my fingers as you would my cock if it tasted of your cunt.

Suck my fingers while I fuck your asshole with my other hand."

"I taste so good!"

"A sweet cunt. A sweet, delicious cunt with lots of flowing juice to lick up."

"I wish I could eat myself!"

"You could eat someone else."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Yes, you would. Down cellar in the pit. How about it? Wouldn't you like to eat Laura down there? Eh? Suck on her great, flowing pussy, feel her thighs clutched against your cheeks, her hands pulling your head deeper against her. You'd like her cunt.

She loves to have it sucked, and chewed, and mashed against a woman's pretty face."

Emily, watching his cock, was nearly beside herself. Laura? Her elegant hostess?

That statuesque body contorted in lust? And what was this about the cellar? Laura in the cellar, sucking and fucking. Oh, a cunt! A cunt! Laura's cunt. Her fingers flew across her own tormented cunt.

"But I could never do that."

"Yes, my darling. You could. Think about it. Play- with your clit, and think about it.

You'd like to make love to her. You know you would. You'd like her big tits. You'd like to suck on her nipples and feel them getting hard in your mouth."

"Ohhh."

"See? I told you you'd like it. That's right. Lick your lips and think about those big tits."

"I like tits."

"Of course you do. And her cunt too. You'd like her big cunt too. You'd stick your pretty little face up into her great hairy crotch and lick up her cunt juice just as you're licking it off my fingers."

"Yes, ohhh, her cunt! Yes, her cunt! Eat me now and tell me about her cunt!"

"Pinch your nipples and pretend they're Laura's big tits you have in your hands."

"Are they much bigger than mine?"

"Yes. Big, and warm, and waiting for mouths to love them."

"I'd suck on her tits. I'd lick and kiss them all over. I'd press them against mine.

Would she suck mine?"

"She'd do anything you wanted."

"I'd make her suck mine for a long time. I like having them sucked. Oh, I like being sucked!"

"Yes, and then you'd run your face down her chest and across her belly. You'd lick her bellybutton, like that, and then you'd go down even further."

"Yes, I would. Oh, I would!"

"And then you'd be able to see that great gooey cunt, all wet, and eager, and pink."

"What would she be doing?"

"She'd be moaning and her tits would be flushed. Her hands would be grabbing at your hair, demanding that you eat her hungry cunt. She'd beg you. She'd beg you to eat her, to let her come against your face and tongue."

"Yesssss, now eat me and make me come. I want to come! I WANT TO COME!"

"Come, darling, now come." The man's voice was almost drowned by the wet cunt he was buried in. "Come, come, come!"

"I want it! I want to suck her cunt, to suck her clit, I want to suck! I want her cunt, her wet, creamy, gushing, gushing CUNT! And now I'm coming. I'm gonna come! I'm coming, coming, coming, COMING!"

The entire couch shook with the intensity of her orgasm. Her voice rose into a wordless wail and then died away slowly until utter silence reigned in the house.

Emily had been beating herself off with such overwhelming abandon and ecstas y that she too trembled through a climax as the couch bounced upon her humming pussy. But she hovered still just under the summit of an even greater pleasure while her eyes remained glued to the quivering cock just before her face. She knew that her final, magnificent orgasm would wait until that cock began to spurt its boiling load of come. She knew she would wait, but she hoped she didn't have to wait too long.

Her lips and nose were numb, tingly, and her toes quivered with passion. Her thighs were rigid, her pussy turned to the merest pressure of her soaking fingers, and her tits were on fire. She could hold herself like this, hold for a long time, but the slightest flicker of her fingertip against her clit would crash the last orgasm upon her.

Finally, from above, came the woman's drowsy voice. "Did you come?"

"No. Not yet."

"Oh, that was beautiful."

"I'm glad."

"The best ever."

"I thought it might be."

"I love you."

"I know, darling."

Again there was a long pause. Some of Emily's excitement began to fade. The man's cock, she saw was slightly less tense than it had been before.

"I'm glad we didn't go down there tonight," came the woman's voice.

"I too."

"God, you had me going there!"

"It was wonderful to watch."

Suddenly, there was a rustling above. The woman's feet and legs came down to the floor. "But you haven't come," she cried with concern. "What should we do? How would you like to come?"

"Are you really finished?"

"I don't think I could fuck, if that's what you mean. Want me to blow you?"

"You know I love that." His hand closed around his cock now and began a slow caressing motion. "Yes, I'd love you to blow me.

The woman chuckled villainously. "The idea sure excites you, mister."

"It feels good already."

"Just wait'll I get this warm mouth around your cock, instead of that dumb old hand."

"You talk a good game, baby, but let's see what you can do."

She giggled and slumped down off the couch. The man lay back on the carpet. Emily didn't get a chance to see his face, for the woman's body bloc ked her view. She could see the woman's face however. It was a blond, very pretty face, one which she would have described as innocent or angelic had she not been witness to the last minutes of passion. The woman knelt at the man's side and lowered her mouth toward his long cock. Her buttocks were pointing straight toward Emily, and the latter was able to see a hairy, cloven snatch suspend- ed excitingly between her thighs.

Her dark ass crease loomed above the cunt, and the smell of sweat and pussy juices was thick in the air. Once again, Emily began to masturbate, though very, very carefully. The woman could see her simply by turning her head.

It wouldn't take long, she could see that. Already the man was straining upward, his muscles rippling in the dim light. She heard him babbling sounds, moans, as his lover's lovely face worked determinedly up and down upon his cock. Her hands masturbated the long organ as her mouth sucked and pulled at the straining tip. Now and again she would raise her head to watch the eye open and close as she masturbated him. His cock grew shiny with her saliva, and his moans rose to a wail.

She sank her mouth down upon him as he thrust upward, allowing the entire long cock to slip between her widely opened lips. And Emily saw his hands clutch her head as he began to come. She watched the woman's eyes grow wide as pulse after pulse blasted up the length of his cock and into her mouth. It was beautiful to watch.

She began her own great convulsions as the come leaked from the woman's tight lips and puddled down into his pubic hair. The woman withdrew her mouth, with come gurgling back out of her lips, and kissed the tip of his cock as several last spurts bathed her nose and cheeks. And Emily rose over the gasping top to hang more dead than alive within her orgasm, as she watched the woman's tongue come out and lick carefully and sensuously at the thick come which smeared her mouth.