Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

The plump woman, who was on top, began to come, and her face arched back as she ground her climaxing cunt into Angela's blond face. Larry took the opportunity to shove his quivering cock between her lips. He continued to masturbate while she sucked avidly on the head of his cock. And then he too began to come. He pulled his cock back a little so he could milk the long streamers into her face and mouth.

Covered with his syrupy come, the woman flung her face anxiously back between Angela's clamping and desperate thighs and pressed her mouth down onto the upturned pussy there. Larry, still enflamed, switched ends and lowered his face next to his wife's. He slid his tongue out and into the woman's asshole. The sight was enough to make Angela begin her own orgasm.

Watching Angela shudder into a come was joy to Emily's eyes, and her hands beat more furiously at her pussy. Laura, too, was not losing time. She was sitting in the lap of the kidnapper with his long pole of a cock up inside her swimming cunt. She was facing the stage, watching her husband fuck Karen, and masturbating her clit at the same time. The man who was fucking her had one finger buried in her asshole while he pumped up and down inside her. Emily felt that she was beginning to come again, and she looked back at the stage.

Adrian, she could tell, was near coming himself. Karen looked as though she was.

One arm was up underneath her, clutching at her cunt and feeling Adrian's powerful, slippery cock as it rode in and out between her wet lips. Each of his downward thrusts pressed her face and chest down into the stage. One bent arm supported her head, and she was beating her forehead frantically against it as she urged Adrian on faster.

But then she pulled her hand away from her clit, and raised herself on straightened arms, and looked wildly back over her shoulder into Adrian's glazed eyes. "Adrian!"

Adrian seemed to come back from a long way away. "Yes? What?"

"In my ass. I want to come with you in my ass!

"Okay, lady," he grinned, and withdrew his stiff prick. It sprang up to attention when he pulled it out, all wet and shiny in the lights, red and flickering. He lowered his face into Karen's widely splayed cheeks. His tongue began fucking her maddeningly in the ass, tasting her, moistening her, driving her to distraction. Her hair was flying as she swung her head frantically around.

"Come on! Oh, please! Fuck my ass! I'm going to come soon. Oh, fuck it!"

Adrian chuckled a little, licked one last time at the tasty, sweaty ass crease, and placed the tip of his cock against the dark hole. Karen groaned as she felt the organ begin to slide down into her-and at that very moment a pair of hands closed around Emily's body and cupped her tormented breasts.

The shock was like electricity. Emily nearly screamed. Her body went rigid. She felt the back of her nightgown lifted, and before she could even think, a great, wide cock slid between her cheeks and into her wet pussy like a hot poker.

The man was naked, she could feel, and he had a hard, pulsating erection. His hands held her tits firmly as he began fucking at her like a bull. He slammed himself into her without uttering a word. Only his hoarse breathing came to her ears as she stared at her friend on the stage. Karen's entire body was tensed as Adrian's long cock flowed into her. Her face was a rictus of agony and ecstasy. The cock seemed never to stop, just to keep on flowing into her bowels like a machine. And Emily's own fucker was quivering into her more and more quickly. God! She hadn't had a cock up her cunt in days. It was so hot! So slippery! So stiff!

Adrian began to withdraw his prick from Karen's hot asshole, and then he surged into her again. She was lying practically flat on the stage now, only her hips lifted to give Adrian access to her rear hole. Her slim thighs were widely spread. Adrian supported his weight upon his fists beside her armpits. His great, muscular form hung over Karen's svelte body, and he fucked at her with his hips. Each long, inward, surge was borne into her by the pressure of his entire strength. It was a slow and complete fucking: Adrian, like some vast sweating animal, overpowering the girl.

And then the man behind Emily began to come. Emily could feel his tempo change.

He was lashing at her now as though he would never stop. Had the entire world come to an end just then, she knew, he would continue to fuck until the sperm lept boiling into her clinging vagina. She kept her eyes on the subjugation of Karen as her stud began a low moaning which swept very quickly into a bellow of completion. He roared as his come began to spurt into her very depths. It sprayed her so hard and so hot that she felt each jet bathe her shuddering cunt-walls. And it drove her to the edge of another orgasm.

Adrian began to fuck more quickly into Karen. He was nearly bouncing on her ass now, and she was screaming and flailing her arms helplessly around her flinging hair. He would come soon, shoot his hot sperm deep into her ass, and Emily knew she would come with him. But the man behind her withdrew his softening cock then..

He sank to his knees and turned her so that she faced him. His mouth closed on her hairy cunt. "No!" She cried. "No, I want to see! I want to see!" But he continued to suck her, pulling the great, hot gobs of his come from her flooded cunt hole and swallowing them, mixing the fragrant juice with her own creamy cunt water. Emily strained her body around until she could see the fucking on stage. Her hands closed upon the man's hairy head and pulled him as hard as she could into her cunt. His mouth was hard against her swollen clit, and she began to come immediately. On stage, she watched Adrian lunge forward one last time and fire his great load of jism into her friend. One of Karen's hands clutched frantically onto her cunt, and she began to buck wildly as she felt the hard pulses of fiery come jetting into her. And Emily too. Emily tumbled up, up, up, and over, coming, coming, coming, clenched and coming, coming…

My voice dropped finally into silence.

Sounds of the river rushing past. The night was still, damp and cold in our gorge, and quite clear. Orion hung over us in the sky, his belt a-glimmer with jewels. The fire had become a bed of coals covered by white ash.

I was quite warm inside my bag. I sat still, hulking dark in the night, cross-legged. My erection was clasped lightly in my hand, and I masturbated ever so slowly. I had prolonged and prolonged my inevitable orgasm, drawing back each time the glory had been about to come. Perhaps it was imagination, hut I felt as though this erection had been growing steadily larger for the last hours. I could feel the broad, flat hotness of its bead as it curled back against my stomach. I had never felt it this long, and its very size excited me. Indeed, it was so huge and so nearly numb with the constant, tantalizing friction on it that it seemed not to belong to me at all. It rose from my loins, yes, but it was bent upon its own ecstasy. It was only by chance that this rising column of flesh was to be found between my legs. It cared nothing for me, was ignorant of me, disdained to become mine. It sought only its own fulfillment.

And what of Tony and Carla? The liquid sounds from within their bag had stimulated me during the telling of my tale, but as the light grew dimmer and redder it had been less easy to tell just what was going on amongst the feathers. Once, Carla had given tongue to an eerie, long wail, but that time had long passed. For long minutes, no sound had come from them. I knew they were listening still, for there was a sense of urgency between the three of us, but I had painted the picture of that last, climactic evening of Emily's, word by word, without their assistance.

And now silence. All was silence. Arthur?