Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

Now Karen's hands left Emily's head and rose to caress her own breasts, but somehow Emily forgot to pull away. Instead, she actually pressed harder with her mouth, forcing the soaked material between Karen's lips.

Karen's hands came down from their activity upon her tits and began to pull her panties off. Emily was forced to sit back for a moment in order to peel the cloth from its smooth seat against the girl's cunt. Then she herself pulled them down and off the spread and stockinged legs, leaving nothing but the white straps of the garterbelt to frame a long and narrow pussy. Karen's cunt hair was redder than the hair on her head, which was of the color usually styled auburn. For the first time, Emily noticed that the sun was streaming across their two bodies. She noticed it because it lit up and flamed the tangle of hair which tumbled down to guard the slack lips of Karen s cunt Now was the time to stop, of course. This had gone on long enough. Decenc y dictated that she stop right here. But Karen was reclining fully upon the bed, her hips arched upward where they canted over the edge, her feet barely brushing the floor.

From Emily's kneeling position, the arched and hairy cunt completely dominated the view. Karen's lips were opened and the pink inner smoothness was revealed. Emily even thought that she could see the hard nub of Karen's clit poking its head through the wet folds. It was absolutely the time to stop.

"Eat me."

The quiet voice intoxicated her. She placed one hand on each of Karen's thighs and bent hesitantly forward. Bending forward pressed Karen's thighs farther apart, and the girl began to squirm.

"Oh, eat me!"

And for the first time in her life Emily placed her mouth softly upon the cunt of another woman and tasted the true heat and wetness of a strange pussy.

She was in awe.

Immediately, Karen began a delirious twitching. Emily had some difficulty holding her position upon Karen's flowing cunt. Her nose and cheeks were buffetted by Karen's hair as the girl humped increasingly frantically. Karen's breath was hissing through clenched teeth, and, looking up along her writhing body, Emily saw that her hands were tearing at her breasts.

Thinking to increase Karen's pleasure, Emily reached below her chin and slipped two fingers deep into the girl's vagina. The heat and wetness of the hole astonished her, as did the impassioned response she received. Karen nearly rose from the bed, so enormous was the convulsion as she felt those fingers begin to fuck deeply into her cunt.

Emily could hardly breathe. Her mouth was clamped loosely around Karen's clit and inner lips, and her face was s meared with cunt juice which almost bubbled, so copious was it. She had to get what air she could through her coated nostrils, and the heaviness of the smell made her drunk. Her tongue was beginning to ache after all its unaccustomed exercise, but she kept it hard and continued to jab and tickle Karen's clit with it as the girl rose higher and higher toward her peak. There was no question of leav ing now. Emily knew she was going to make Karen come, and she nearly swooned with the anticipation of feeling the girl's convulsions against her own tongue and her own mouth. Somewhere, a dam had broken open within her, and the flood of passion for this girl's body was drowning her. She was swept down a roaring tunnel, clinging frantically to Karen's thighs for support, her nose and mouth endlessly sucking on Karen's cunt, desperate to stay afloat in the inundation of passion.

And then, as she began to feel Karen tensing for the final time, her belly rippling with wave after wave of convulsions as though she were about to retch; as she knew that Karen was about to come against her face, she knew suddenly that she too was coming. Without even touching herself, she recognized just as the explosion hit her that she was actually coming at the same time as her writhing friend. Together they slammed their way through orgasms which left them both exhausted.

A long while later, Emily noticed that she was still sitting back on her knees between Karen's still legs. Her face was still gummy with Karen's cunt juice, and the cunt itself looked funny to her, as though she was seeing it for the first time.

What had happened? She almost didn't know.

But her knees were stiff, and she climbed painfully to her feet. Karen was asleep.

How could she sleep in so awkward a position? She must be as supple as a cat.

Emily lifted her legs gently and rolled her up into the middle of the bed. She covered her lightly with the comforter. Karen mumbled something but made no real notice, and she curled herself into a fetal ball under the covering.

As is the case after a shattering experience, Emily needed to look at herself, to see if she were still there. Yes, she was. It looked like the same woman. She touched her face. Yes, it was her face. But her mind was still swirling down that tumultuous river with no hope for a while of stopping to look back to where it had come from.

Absently, she pulled a robe around her naked body. She wandered around the room, picking things up and putting them down again. She stopped to look out through the window. It was daytime out there, she saw. The sun was up. This must be the day after she had arrived. Yes, there had been a storm, and she had come here all wet, and they had welcomed her, and shown her this room. And then she had… yes, by herself. And there had been the business down in the library… And now this. What was happening to her?

It looked like a fresh and delightful day out there. She saw two horses with riders too far away to recognize break out of the woods and gallop away to the right. There had been something about horses…? Oh yes, she had said she would go riding with Mr.

Black. Perhaps she ought to get started with that.

"Mmmmmm."

With some trepidation, Emily turned from the window. She saw Karen in the midst of a quivering stretch. The girl relaxed and rolled onto her stomach, the comforter pulling somewhat aside as she did so. Her slim buttocks shone whitely against the brown rest of her. "Hi," she grinned.

Her expression was so friendly, so innocent, that Emily's misgivings died in the bud.

"Hi," she smiled back. – "Gee, that was terrific! I feel so good."

"Um, I'm glad."

"You are some wonderful lover."

"Well, I… I mean, I've never done that before."

Karen grinned again. "That, my dear, was pretty obvious."

Emily felt herself blushing. "It all happened so fast."

"That's the seducer's credo: Keep them falling over backwards just a little bit faster than they can run."

"Oh, you!" But she walked over and sat down on the bed. "Were you seducing me?"

"I sure was, my love."

"Oh, God," Emily wailed.

Sudden concern flooded Karen's bright eyes. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know." Emily looked at her hands, palm upward and picking at one another in her lap. "It's too fast. Too confusing. I've never been with a woman before. I've never even wanted to!"

"Now, now." Karen laid a hand soothingly on Emily's arm. "No recriminations now.

It's nothing really. A light pleasure. I don't want to detract from what was a wonderful time, but you needn't be too upset about it. Nearly everyone experiences it sooner or later if he has the slightest inclination toward it. And having made love with me doesn't really change your feelings about yourself, now does it?"

"I don't know. Oh, Karen, I'm so miserable!"

"There, there," said her friend, patting her. "There, there."

Tears ran down Emily's cheeks as she wailed, "I wish Arthur were here! I wish I could talk to Arthur."

"He would understand, eb?"

"Yes." She sniffed and dried her tears. "He's a dope some of the time, such a… a man, but he does understand me pretty well, and we used to be able to talk so easily."