Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

"Well, you could talk to him now. He's just as far away as the telephone, as the phone company likes to remind us."

"But I can't. Don't you see? I just can't."

"I'm sorry, Emily."

Emily raised her blotchy face and looked at the girl.

"I'm truly sorry that you find yourself in that place."

"Oh, Karen!" And the tears began again.

So in soothing her, Karen opened the robe to allow the great breasts to come free.

And she kissed her, all about the face and neck. Emily felt her tears flee as the light lips lingered upon her. And then there was, really, the greatest intimacy of all this morning as Karen placed her open mouth upon Emily's and the two woman kissed deeply.

Karen grew excited again as the kiss continued, but Emily was content merely with the sensation. There was no thought of response within her, so Karen proceeded with her own pleasure. She lowered her mouth to Emily's breasts and worshipped them with her tongue. Her hands dropped without embarrassment upon the crinkly hair of her sex, and she began to massage herself as she lavished upon those wonderful big tits all the love she had longed to give them. She was enormously attracted to large breasts, being so small herself, and Emily's abundance kept her in agonies of eroticism.

Emily watched as her friend's hand proceeded with their pleasure-giving task. The scent of her lover began to impinge upon her. There was excitement in her proximity to this sexuality, but it was a detached excitement, a mental excitement. Simply, she was happy that she could be the impetus for such a thing.

Karen sank back upon the bed with both her hands now shivering the slick flesh of her pussy. Her eyes were glued upon Emily's vast tits, and Emily swung them like bells to pleasure her the more.

Emily felt vastly protective, enfolding, as she watched her friend's face grow more avid. She would do anything to make this miracle possible, to help Karen with her impending climax.

She felt a surge of love that she could be such use to the girl. "Yes, darling," she crooned, "make it come so good. Make it a good, good come, my love."

She lowered her chest so that her tits swung just above the slim hands with which Karen was plying her hot furrow. She made them sway back and forth, thrilled at the sound of Karen's gasps. She titillated the girl by allowing her stiff nipples to brush the backs of Karen's masturbating hands. And that was enough. The nipples grazing Karen's flushed skin did the old trick, and her friend celebrated the ecstacy ofanother orgasm.

Emily watched the shuddering come to an end, and then she dipped her face in order to kiss Karen's reeking hands. The hands, and the swollen cunt lips, and the wet hair all were kissed and licked. The taste was good, the excitement real, and the protective enclosing acute.

And then, too late for it to help, she remembered the vibrator in the drawer. What fun it would have been to use that! But there was time enough. For as she placed one last moist kiss upon Karen's relaxed cunt, she realized that she had already decided to stay on at this amazing house. Yes, it was still confusing. Yes, she was actually frightened of what might happen. But also, yes, she did want to make love with this girl again. She had to admit it. She brushed her nose through Karen's slit, inhaled deeply as she did so, and raised her head. "I'm going to stay," she said.

Karen's eyes flew open. She grinned. "That old cunt will do it every time," she boasted.

Emily didn't even blush. "Yes," she said. "Your old cunt did it again. I can't drag myself away." And, so saying, she dropped her face into the gash, and with her tongue she made it come again.

Hers was a grey gelding, his a bulky, restless stallion. Black, as befitted the mount of Adrian Black. The tack was well-kept and shone in the high mountain sun.

Emily held a whispered conference with her horse. She had always loved these great animals, so vast and muscular, and yet really so very delicate. A horse is a sensitive creature. He likes to know something about the person astride him. He likes to sense that his rider knows what he, or she, is doing. He will do quite a lot with a rider who understands how to speak to him. So, stroking his forelock, and neck, Emily spoke to him. She pointed out that it was a gorgeous day. She told him what a lovely coat he had-he liked that in particular. She told him she would have something nice for him to eat later if he gave her a good ride. And he responded by wuffling into her neck.

"Will he do?" Adrian was sitting well his jittery stallion.

"Sure," Emily grinned up at him. "We know things together."

She swung herself up. She had asked for a western saddle, it being her first ride in several years, and the sensation of settling down onto that broad back and gathering her reins together made her heart sing. What a day! You could see for miles!

Centuries even.

Adrian's mount had been beating an impatient tattoo upon the packed earth of the stable yard. As soon as Emily was settled, he seemed to gather himself together and with one leap was lolloping down the road at an aggressive canter. Emily had to urge her mount more conventionally through a trot, but she found herself within minutes loping easily along the gravel drive in the wake of her host. Automatically, her body took on the remembered rhythm of the canter. Wind streamed past her face and whipped the ends of her hair against her neck. She was riding easily enough to look around at the landscape.

A single magnificent peak dominated the mountainscape behind the house. Long buttressing ridges ran up to it. The house was built upon a rolling slope of land enclosed between the ridges. Forest covered the ramparts around her. Off to the open side, the land fell away increasingly quickly until, blue in the distance, there rose another horizon with peaks. But that must be a hundred miles away! God, it was stupendous! On a clear day you could, indeed, see forever.

They were riding up the road down which, she had walked in the storm. She had been c losing the distance between herself and Adrian as she grew more accustomed to her horse's motion, and now, as they reached a height of land and began to c url around a hillock, she leaned forward, gave her mount more rein, and dug in her heels.

He was a willing thing, that horse. In an instant, she had broken into a gallop. She streamed past Adrian on his off side, leaned into the turn, and disappeared from his view with a vast grin flashing over her shoulder. Of course, no sooner has she put on her burst than he too dug in his heels, and his stallion came pounding behind her.

They were rocketing down the road toward the forest now. Emily could hear Adrian's great stallion beating the earth into dust behind her. He was drawing closer. She became conscious of the panting of her gelding, of the vast breaths pumping quickly between her clenched knees. She Jay still lower and nearly loosed the rein altogether. Her horse put on more speed. The trees were streaming toward her. She saw that the road turned to her right just under their eaves, and she hoped she could make the turn. This was growing dangerous, she knew. She didn't really have a total rapport with this horse, and it was her first ride in years. She could easily be run away with. But Adrian's stallion was level with her right hip now. She could hear his panting too, could see from the corner of her eye his staring gaze and his tongue working against the bit. She flailed at her gelding's flank with the end of her reins, screaming at him to get on, get on. He put on another burst and drew slightly ahead of Adrian again.

And then they were at the turn, and she was hauling his head round hard and squeezing as tightly as she could, creaking her muscles to stay on and in command.