Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And as she seemed to accept this utter fact, as her desire to be bodiless seemed to drain away, she appeared to curl in upon herself. It was as though she would swallow her own sexuality, take it into herself so deeply that she would reach her goal by going through it. No more did she try to deny her sex. instead, she flaunted it at herself. If she could not escape it, then she would become it, completely.

Glistening in the light before her rapt audience, she did sex to herself. With hands, and arms, and fingers, and mouth, and hair, she gathered her sex together, she offered it to herself and to the silent crowd. She became sex.

She was magnificent. That slim, fragile body took all of sex and transformed itself, for a moment-for just one, flickering moment as Emily gazed in wonder-into a goddess.

But holiness cannot reign for long on earth. Such a transmutation was destined to fade. For that one, shimmering instant, it lasted, and then there arose around it a very storm, a typhoon of eroticism, and it was drowned out. Instead of a goddess, Karen was a sweaty woman, her hair wet with exertion, standing rippling on the very edge of the stage and masturbating her cunt at the people.

Dazed, Emily looked around. She saw Adrian upon one couch beside a stunning woman in a long, sheath-like dress of green satin. Their four eyes were riveted on Karen's wild form. The woman's right hand, armed with long, red fingernails, slowly massaged the plump spot on her gown which covered her own cunt. Adrian, too, was absorbed. His grand cock stood out in a quivering erection from the open fly of his trousers, and his hand gathered saliva at his mouth so that it might slip smoothly up and down upon it.

Everyone was present! Emily had not noticed before, but all her new friends were around her. Angela, for example, wearing only a pink bra across her blond breasts, knelt beside her husband and masturbated him while he slowly undressed a plump young woman in white. When he had bared her conelike breasts, his wife departed from him and fixed her mouth to one tightening nipple. Her hands dropped to her cunt, and she slipped a finger deeply inside herself. The woman in her turn began kissing Larry all over his face while he did his best to work her skirt down over her ample hips. Her wonderful, big thighs came slowly into view, framing a dar k pussy which was unencumbered by panties. And he broke, away from her kisses to plant ones of his own upon her hairy mound. She reclined back in utter contentment and watched Karen's flashing hands.

And there was Laura, with, as Emily had come to expect, a joint between her fingers.

She wore nothing whatsoever. The man who had kidnapped Emily last night, likewise naked, stood before her with his hands on his hips. His cock, that long thing Emily remembered so well, was being held lightly in Laura's hand and licked like a lollipop. Laura's tongue slid fatly up its underside and then made a circuit of the head. Her fingers, so lightly clasping the shaft, masturbated him slowly. She dipped her tongue-tip into the straining eye which stared at her, and then she licked down again to his thick hair. She took a moment to puff on her joint before she began the caress once again.

Her attention returned to Karen. It seemed to Emily that Karen must know that she was being watched from the back of the auditorium by Emily. The girl's eyes, when they weren't squeezed shut in ecstasy, sought through the shadows until they rested on Emily. How Karen had felt that she was here Emily could not have said, but she knew that Karen was making such a stimulating show of her own autoeroticism expressly for Emily's benefit.

And it was an exciting show. Karen's tanned body was shiny with a sheen of sweat.

Those lights must be quite hot. Looking carefully, Emily could see droplets of perspiration run down Karen's chest, between her flat breasts, and across her heaving belly. The girl was making use of this slipperiness in or der to skim her palms across all of her lovely flesh. Her hands twinkled over her breasts and her hard nipples. They slid down her sides until they encountered the tops of her high stockings upon her brown thighs. She turned and allowed the audience to watch her smooth them up and outward across her ass, spreading the cheeks and exposing her dark and hairy crease to their eager eyes. She began at her armpits and smoothed her sweat out across her champagne glass tits, making them gleam even more. And then her hands traveled downward to where they had been before. They slid under the band of her garterbelt, so that the black and pink strap lay tightly across her wrists as her fingers sought out the long, wet lips of her pussy underneath her thick cunt hair. Already the lips were visible through her thatch, but now she opened them for the pleasure of the watchers-and for Emily-and humped her hips slowly forward. Her cunt seemed to gape at those around her. Her fingers slid down into that red slit and played with the moisture there.

Emily's own fingers had lifted the hem of her gown and were pressed into her wet cunt. Her eyes and Karen's were locked, and their four hands made the same motions upon their clits. It was a marvelous way of fucking her friend. She had only to caress her clit in a circle with the tip of one dripping finger to see Karen perform the same action. If she wanted to sink a finger up into Karen's hole, she had only to do the same upon herself.

And now, apparently, Karen wanted her to come, for the girl proceeded with her own ecstasy. Karen's fingers all began to beat a faster tattoo on her clit until she was forced to straddle her legs even more to keep from falling. Her eyes were beginning to grow dim and close in upon herself. And at the same time, Emily felt Karen's fingers-no, hers- beating the same frantic measure against her own clit. Yes, it was beginning now. Yes, she could see the flush creeping up across Karen's nec k and breasts. Yes, the girl was making Emily come. Yes, her fingers were flying on Emily's cunt. Yes, it was growing closer. Oh, yes, here it comes! Yes, oh my God yes, it's coming! It's coming! It's-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!-oh Jesus God, oh my God, it's coming! It's coming! It's coming! IT'S COME!

And through vision blurred red at the edges, through eyes almost shut with the weight of her orgasm, Emily saw Adrian stand tall, naked, and erect. He walked to the stage and climbed upon it. The climaxing girl there he bent down onto her knees.

He turned her away from him, sideways to the audience, and knelt behind her. He lowered his face into the cleavage of her up thrust ass, and his long tongue came out and lapped at her still-coming cunt. Her eyes and face were ravaged with lust, and her breath hissed as she felt the smooth contact of his tongue on her inflamed inner flesh. And then he raised himself again and, with one long, slow motion, sank the endless inches of his rigid cock into her stretched cunt.

"Oh my God! OH SHIT! Oh,fuck me! YES, FUCK ME!" And Karen's voice rose in a moan, a scream, a wail, until it could not be heard any longer. With complete absorption, hands clutching her slender hips and eyes staring down at her asshole and the sight of his cock churning in and out of her, Adrian began to fuck her in earnest. His muscles rippled and tensed as he ground himself ever deeper into her crazed cunt.

Emily, stunned from her first orgasm and yet already yearning for another, looked around the room. Clothing was everywher e. Almost everyone was nude, but there were some who had not troubled, or had not had time, to undress. The woman in green still beat herself off fully clothed. Her dress had been pulled up just above the rim of scarlet panties, and her hands were both sunk underneath that covering. Her legs, elegant and long, twitched with each motion on her eager clit. Her eyes were closed. She was completely self-contained. Gripped by the sight, Emily wondered what images her mind was rolling among, and her own hand, in sympathy, returned to her ready pussy. Angela, still wearing her bra, was tangled in a sixty-nine position with the dark-haired woman Larry had undressed. The two woman were writhing in their frenzy, and Larry, watching, was masturbating his long prick at such a sight.