Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

"Yes, Carla?"

"Come here."

"All right."

"Now, Arthur."

I rose from my bag and stood naked in the cold night. I did not feel the cold. Blood skimmed just beneath my skin. I felt tall. I might, for the urging, reach up an arm to Orion's belt and clasp it again around my own waist. My sword stood tall and stiffly swayed.

A warm hand came unerringly from the huddle of darkness and closed softly around my hot sex. "There it is," sighed a low voice.

"What will you do with it?" came Tony's quiet voice.

"I just want it."

I stepped closer to their bodies. I felt dim hair against my thighs, and then a warm mouth slid wetly down over me. Time and all motion stopped. The mouth, so very wet, was still. Her soft breath bathed my belly. I stared at the stars around my head.

And then a velvet tongue began to slip in tiny circles along the underside of my sex. I realized, too, that Tony's head was pressed against my belly. He was slowly kissing his wife's closed eyes, licking along the edge of her scalp, bathing her nose and nostrils with his tongue. Carla must be straddling him, in his lap. His own cock, lovely and long, must be impaled up in her, must be soaking at this very instant in her warm syrup. Before my eyes rose an imaginative picture of the bottom of Carla's body: the smooth union of their two organs, Carla's cunt folded around Tony like a flower. With my entire being, I longed to slip my face below the pear of Carla's ass and place m y lips on the magic. I could almost taste and feel the sensation now, so badly did I long for it. I wanted to feel the stiff way that Tony entered his warm wife. I wanted to lick the place where hard became soft. I wanted to drink the secretions which oiled the spot. I wanted their hair to twine together and be scratchy on my tongue.

Now Carla withdrew her mouth from my hard cock. Her breath was coming quickly.

Her face was eager and pale in the starlight. "Can you come now, Tony? I want you to come. Oh, please! Shoot that hot stuff into me. I'm going to come, Tony. I'm so close!"

"Yes, my love. Yes. Oh, yes."

Carla began a faster action with her body, slipping up and down on the impaling prick with in her folds. Their mouths met in a long kiss. "Their arms tightened around each other's shoulders. Carla began to pant with her exertions and the nearness of her orgasm. I slid my cock, still wet from Carla's kisses, between their faces and felt their two foreheads and four eyes battering against it. Carla took one hand off Tony's shoulder and slid it down her front to her clit. I felt her inhalation as her fingertips found the little erection and began to massage its swollen head. Then their mouths met across my cock, four lips caressing me and each other.

"Oh! Carla, I'm going to come. I'm going to come soon. I'm going to!"

Tony broke the kiss. He leaned back on his arms, his face raised to the sky, and began to buck hard into his wife's enfolding. cunt. Carla, too, had thrown her face back. The fingers beating on her clit flew desperately. Her wonderful breasts with their tight tips bounced upon the starlight. One hand still clenched Tony's shoulder, and she slung her hips up and down on him, forcing his cock always deeper between her split lips.

Her voice was tattered, breathless. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes, Tony. Tony, come. Come, Tony. Come. Oh, come. Oh, come. Oh, oh, oh, oh! I'm going to come right with you. Yes! Yes!

Now you're coming! You're comin' in me! And I'm… I was forgotten. The lovers battered out their orgasms while I stood tall above them, my eyes locked on Carla's starlit body.

As they finally relaxed, Tony and Carla slumped into a mushy heap. A miasma of sex and come swept up out of their sleeping bag. I almost came simply from inhaling it.

Instead, I dove into the bag, nearly ripping it in my frenzy to get my mouth on Carla.

Neither of them seemed to know exactly what was happening. I untangled Carla's flaccid, damp limbs. She lay then outside the bag, used and finished. I suppose that the throes of her orgasm were still murmuring to her. Indeed, she still moaned softly.

And come seeped from her loose cunt like honey from a cracked urn.

Tony seemed dazed as well. He was still partly inside the bag. He lay on one side, his head hanging in an awkward way. Save for the fact that he had just celebrated a monumental orgasm, I knew he could not have been comfortable in such a position.

But my attention was not fully upon him. Carla, of the Mediterranean skin and the almond breasts. She lay before me now, all shimmering in the starlight.

I was in a strange state. My own excitement, unfuffilled, was nearly forgotten. A perpetual erection rose from my sweaty loins. It would never go away. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, it would be there still. I knelt slowly between Carla's tumbled legs, Starlight revealed little. Her body was dark, mysterious, full of shadowy hollows. But her shiny lips themselves were laid naked of their cushiony hair. Their juices had matted her fur away from that mouth, and I watched as an ooze of come welled between her lips and bled slowly away. As a worshipper, I bent forward and pressed my own lips softly to hers. The sharp scent of their mingled come pierced my brain, and I almost swooned.

I kissed her again, feeling the smear of gluey fluids against my own lips. I extended my tongue and parted her puffed lips with it. Another welt of Tony's come washed down her cunt hole and slid into my mouth. I could taste her as well, mingled with his hot, thick semen. I pressed forward. My nose clove her. Juices gummed across my cheeks and smeared my eyelids. Slowly, I turned my face inside her, back and forth.

I washed myself in her nectar.

During all this, both Carla and Tony had been still. It had been my own long moment.

But now she whimpered. I had brushed her clit with my nose just then, and the little nubbin was too tender to be touched. Quickly, I bent my face farther down, but the time had passed. Her gentle fingers drew me up. "No, friend. Not my cunt. I'm too tired."

But I surprised her. As she drew my face down to her own, I sank into her like a hot knife into butter. Her lips drew back from her teeth in a silent snarl. Her eyes clamped shut. And as the head of my engorged cock bumped up against the mouth of her womb a vast exhalation was forced from her. "Oh, Jesus God," she groaned.

And then there was Tony beside us. "Fuck him, darling," he urged her. "Fuck Arthur."

Her eyes fluttered open, and their gazes met. "Yes, darling. Yes, Tony, my love."

Her arms closed around my shoulder. Her thighs lifted and fitted themselves to my waist. I felt her heels begin to drum against my buttocks as she commenced to sling her cunt up at me. She rode up and down the long cock within her, and her eyes never left her husband's. She made no sound except small, tight gasps at each drawn breath.

But it was no good. She hurt. She stopped. "Im sorry," she apologized, as much to Tony as to me. "I'm just too sore."

On my knees, I pulled myself agonizingly from her cunt. I was speechless, poleaxed with lust. Now that great, anonymous cock before me had taken all of myself into it. I was nothing. I was a cock, is all. I knew nothing save the need to make myself one with Carla.

"What can I do for you?" she pleaded, on her knees and with her breasts pressed against my chest.

But I could not answer. My mind would riot frame a reply. My hands clutched spasmodically at her haunches. My cock weighed har d against her warm belly, rising nearly to her hanging breasts.

"Blow him," suggested Tony. "Drink his come."

My goddess sank readily to her task. Her mouth was wide, her saliva warm. She held the base of my cock and bobbed her head over it. And then her lips were a tight ring running up and down its rigid length. Her tongue was a warm vibration against the underside of my head. A hand cupped my balls and milked them as her mouth hurried up and down.