Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And what a feeling it was! Her smoke-befuddled mind felt his lips and warm breath passing along the intimate inner softness of her thigh. It felt her leg being opened slightly more to allow his face the room it wanted. She felt that her cunt was tilted anxiously upward and that her hairy lips nearly cried out in their eagerness to feel those smooth kisses upon their own swollen prominence. And they would soon have what they wanted, for his mouth was now gliding nearly into her crotch itself. His nose must be suffused with the exotic perfume of her cunt juices and the scent she had earlier been wise to apply to her cunt hair. His lips must be trembling and his mouth flooding with saliva at the proximity of her wet and soft cunt. In fact oh yes… now his tongue had come out and was licking upwards along the crease between her thigh and her cunt. It would be forging its wet way through her stray cunt hairs, feeling the side rim of her panties, testing the soft weight of her pudendum against its slithery thrust. Emily's eyes closed. All her attention was concentrated on what would be next. Next he would plant a kiss right on the hanging hairy lips themselves. She would feel his mouth press into her flowing slit, pressing her panties before it, up into her radiant cunt, hard up against her desperate clit. And she was correct: that was exactly what he did. Her breath escaped in a long and moaning sigh as she felt the first real pressure on her clit. Involuntarily, her hips bucked once against his face.

But he did not continue the caress. Instead, he raised himself away from her cunt, and applied his lips to the instep of her left foot. Oh! This was too much. He was going to proceed through the entire process again. He was going to make her wait still more time for that tongue on her clit. He was going to torment her by bringing his face slowly more and more within range of her cunt, until her pussy was so flooded with anticipation she feared she wouldn't be able to stand it. As it was now, she felt that her cunt was literally on fire with lust. She needed his mouth upon her flowing sex. Her pussy was in an agony of lust. Oh, eat me, she begged him in her mind, please, please, eat me!

His patience, though, was praiseworthy. He continued to kiss her left foot, her toes, and her instep, her heel and the sides of her ankle, until he had lavished on it all the reverence that he had earlier bent upon her right. Emily dropped back down until she was lying upon the warm grass. Her left leg was completely in the hands of her lover, and she now hoped he would spend an infinite amount of time on his slow climb to her cunt. The building tension was a terrific stimulant. She wanted this anticipation to last forever.

Her head rolled sideways, and her eyes rested upon Laura's shape beside her. She too was slumped and open, her shoulders propped against a comfortable pile of sods, but in her case there were two men kneeling before her. Each of the men was feeling one of her great breasts through her blouse. Her head was rested back on the turf, and her eyes were rapturously shut. A forgotten, smoldering joint was clasped loosely in her fingers. Emily gently extracted the thing and sucked the good smoke way down deep into herself. The attention being paid to Laura's perfect breasts reminded Emily of her own. One hand rose to cup her left breast and to feel the thrilling rigidity of her nipple. She felt the trembling, tickling excitement as she squeezed that big point run all the way down to her cunt and send a shiver through her clit. She slipped her hand underneath her stretched sweater onto the warm slopes of her breast so that she would have more access to her own nipple.

And Emily watched as Laura's hands rose to the top button of her blouse and popped it open. The men ministering to her looked at the new V of white flesh with avid eyes. One even bent to place his lips upon it for a moment. And Laura loosed the second button, so that the moonlight played across the inner slopes of her swelling tits. Emily's eyes -were drawn to the little cones of Laura's nipples poking boldly through her blouse. One more button, and she would be able to see them standing tall in the moonlight, she thought, and her fingers tightened on her own nipple in anticipation. The third button was opened, and now Laura's large and flawless breasts were exposed to the gaze of the two men. Laura drew the material aside and off her tits so that they stood out like twin cones toward the anxious men.

Since her blouse remained buttoned below them, they seemed to be lifted and thrust forward, outlined by the dark material. Emily sucked on her joint and admired the womanly m agnificence as much as the men did. He palm smoothed over the billowy richness of her own breast as she realized that Laura's tits, though not as large as her own, of course, were the largest and most perfect she had ever seen which rose without sag or disproportion. These breasts were crowned by long, thick, tensed nipples which showed their darker color boldly in the moonlight. And they were the target for two eager mouths.

Emily was as stoned as she had ever been now, and yet the joint continued to offer her more. She realized that watching Laura open her blouse had distracted her from her own lover's caress. She had been unaware of his glide across her calf. Now his lips lightly brushed the soft flesh behind her knee, and the sensation caused a renewed quiver in her cunt. Would he ever get all the way up into her hot pussy?

Would that mouth ever suck her running juices as she so desperately needed him to do?

But then she was distracted again, for one of the men who was nursing at Laura's breasts had opened his pants. From within, she extracted his long, thin cock and began masturbating it with slow strokes of his hand. It was uncircumcised, and its red head peeped eagerly through his stretched foreskin with each movement of his hand.

Laura wore a long skirt which buttoned all the way up the front. She leaned forward now, pushing the men's faces out of the way, and began unbuttoning the garment from the bottom.

She did it slowly, spreading her thighs with each newly opened button so that the material stayed stretched between her legs. Her eyes watched the masturbating hand of the one man, and she looked on with pleasure as the s econd withdrew his own cock, shorter and thicker, and began to beat it off as well. The eyes of the men, in their turn, were upon her elegant legs as they were so fetchingly revealed. Emily found her own tension rising as Laura reached her knees and undid the first button at her thighs. One thigh, the smooth inner side, gleamed palely through the slit of dark material now as Laura opened another button. Emily noticed that the masturbating hands of the two men flew slightly faster as a third was undone, and she wondered eagerly whether they were able to see Laur a's sex. Now the skirt sagged open two-thirds of the way up, and Emily could see the spread thigh within.

Surely, she thought, surely the men must be able to see it. Another button popped.

More thigh, almost high enough, Emily could almost see the last secret. Another.

And another. The skirt drew open even more, and suddenly Emily saw the moon glint upon the frothy top of Laura's thick nest of kinky hair. She.wasn't wearing panties! Emily's heart lurched as she realized that the next button would reveal all of that naked, hungry cunt. Laura's fingers closed around the last barricade. She slipped it through. She drew the folds of her skirt away to the sides, and her cunt lay open between her spread thighs. Emily was electrified to see the profile of that rising mound sweep upward out of Laura's belly to be crowned with a thicket of dark, spiky hairs, each of which seemed, alive in the moonlight. And then the cunt descended into the twofold thickness of her beautiful lips.