Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And she needed something on her clit just then. Suddenly, desperately, she needed pressure on her little button. As though she had heard the silent need, the woman returned her hand from Emily's breast to her cunt. The slim fingers tweeked her clit just once, and immediately Emily was coming!

It had happened so fast! Completely unexpected. And then she was frantically humping her cunt against those fingers. Her mind blacked out as the waves swept again and again across her.

But she came back again to find herself still being fucked by those fingers. Her mouth was slack and rested against the man's sex hair. His hips were jerking. It was going to happen soon, Emily understood, for his thrusts were growing erratic and demanding. The woman's face was flushed, and, to help her, Emily slipped her own fingers down into that blond pussy. There she discovered the fingers which had so recently been in her own coming cunt, so together they beat that pretty cunt off. The woman's eyes were tightly shut, and her breath was coming faster through her nostrils as her face flew up and down the prick. Emily could see the outline of the cock head pressing against the inside of her cheeks as it slipped deeper and deeper.

She began licking the woman's face with her long pink tongue. She licked her eyes, her nose, her chin, her cheeks. She felt the cock battering against her tongue when it licked the sweat from the woman's cheeks.

And then, with a wrench, it began. The man flailed faster and faster into that sucking mouth. And Emily could see the pulses of come thump up his length and into Angela's mouth. Hot sperm began to leak through the clamped lips, and Emily was eager to lick it into her mouth. As the woman's lips relaxed and the cock slowed its orgasmic course, Emily sucked all the thick coating of sperm she could reach from his cock, her lips, and the inside of her mouth. And then the woman herself came against her own and Emily's masturbating fingers.

Yet then Angela and Adrian laid her back upon the grass, removed her useless panties, and caressed her all over. She sucked one of her nipples into her mouth as Angela licked, her slowly from toes to cunt, and Adrian worked his hands and face across her unoccupied breast. Finally, he buried his face in her hairy armpit and sucked upon the sensitive flesh there while Angela brought her flowing pussy into another orgasm with light, rapid manipulations of her tongue.

And so it went on through the afternoon.

After a brief but delicious nap after the exertions of the afternoon, Emily rose and dressed for dinner. She chose a light and airy dress with a high neck and short sleeves. It buttoned up the front of the bodice, had a full skirt, and complim ented her complexion and hair with its lime green hue. She wore a bra, but when it came time to pull her panties up her legs, she just never got around to it. She sipped her feet into a pair of sandals, closed her door behind her, and didn't really notice the fact that underneath her dress she was completely nude below the waist until she was already downstairs. Well, what difference did it make after all? And it was awfully comfortable.

She met Larry in the library and made pleasant, chatty conversation with him. He told her that he had just barely managed to beat Karen that afternoon, 6-4, 5-7, 7-5, and she told him that she and Angela and Adrian had had a fine ride arid a wonderful swim. Larry suggested that she might appreciate a cocktail, and she agreed that she would. So, sipping martinis on the rocks, they strolled out into the evening toward the stables and tennis courts. Larry had said that they might find Karen still playing, and it turned out that he was correct.

They stood beside the court and watched Karen defeat Laura in a heated match.

Both woman played well, but Karen had the more powerful service, despite her slighter physique. In the end, it was her ability to get her first serves in that made the difference.

And then Karen was strutting around gaily with a towel about her neck and a crowing happiness upon her face. She swore that she would trounce Larry if he had the temerity to challenge her again, which, of c ourse, he did. Another couple came out then to use the courts and she and Karen wandered away among the yew hedges.

Larry and Laura went off in their own direction.

Emily and Karen had not gone far, and Karen was still talking proudly about how improved her game was becoming, when she suddenly broke off and backed Emily up against a hedge. And there, in the full view of anyone who had happened to look, Karen kissed her on the mouth.

Now Emily felt that Karen was the only real friend she had in this house-everyone else had merged into a vast multitude who seemed always to be thrusting its sexuality at her-but she was embarrassed by this nev ertheless. She tried to press Karen away, but as she did so, she felt Karen's hand cup her nearly naked pussy.

"Hey! No panties." Karen grinned at her. "Getting pretty bold, my dear girl."

Emily smiled and blushed. "I just forgot to put them on somehow."

"Well," said her friend, "all the better to eat you with." And, with that, she knelt, raised the front of Emily's dress, dropped it again over her head, and pressed her mouth upon Emily's cunt. It happened s o fast that Emily didn't have a chance to object. And then, very quickly, the feeling grew so very good that she was glad she had not had the opportunity.

But there were people all about. Four or five people were now watching the tennis, only thirty or forty yards away across the tops of the hedges. They could see her at any moment, see all the way down to her waist. If they came any closer, of course, they would see the bulge of Karen's active head before her cunt, and then, to her shame, all would be known. How on earth did she ever manage to get herself into such compromising situations? There was something seriously wrong with her.

There must be!

She would, put a stop to this foolishness right now. The hand which was not holding her martini laid itself upon the top of Karen's gently moving head with every intention of pushing her away. But somehow the action caused Karen's face to be pressed the harder against her loosening mound. She tried to draw away again. Instead, as before, she found that she had slumped a little against the support of the scratchy yew and tilted her pelvis forward, thus opening her sex even farther to Karen's tongue caress. It was maddening! She didn't have control over her own actions.

There was Karen inserting one shoulder between her thighs to open them even more. The girl's mouth was clamped upon her hanging and hairy lips as though nothing else mattered. As though ten people might not, at any moment, see just what liberties she was taking.

And then-oh, my God!-there was Adrian smiling at her. He was drawing away from the crowd of tennis watchers to come her way. Oh, Jesus, what could she do?

Her hand fluttered desperately around Karen's head, but the latter was completely absorbed in her lubricious task. Just now, for example, she was slipping one long and knowledgeable finger up between Emily's split lips so as to run it gently into her body. There it was, up inside her, twisting a little, caressing the walls of her succulent hole, and all the while, Adrian was drawing nearer. He was saying something to her now, she couldn't imagine what, across the tops of the yews. Oh, go away! Adrian, go away, please! But he didn't seem to understand her mental commands. He was walking around the edge of the last hedge now. He would lee; he was bound to see.

Any second now he would-stop in shock. He would turn away in disgust. And then everyone would know what kind of a woman she was. Everyone would know that she was the kind who would let herself be sucked right out in the open. They would know!