Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

My staring eyes saw that Tony now knelt against his wife. His limp cock was swelling in his hand. He crooned a constant tune of lust while he kneaded Carla's exquisite, swaying tits. His face was drained of all expression. His cock had grown to its full size, and she pressed its hot tip against her cheeks and stretched lips as he beat himself off.

I began to come. At last, after all those hours. I felt the sensation gathering all the way at the top of my back. I felt the muscles tightening all along my spine. The blast poured down my back.

"He's going to come now, darling. He's going to shoot that hot come right down your throat. And I'm coming too! I'm coming, Carla. Oh, Carla, here it comes!"

With those words, the sperm flung itself with a squirt from the end of his cock and splashed across her cheeks and filled her pretty eyes. And at the same moment, feeling and seeing his hot splashes, I felt the gathering forces whip around under my ass and come blasting up out of the thick erection which sank so very deep in Carla's accommodating mouth. I pumped hard into her throat, buffetting her face with my pelvis.

And Carla took her hand from my balls and plunged it into the thick sporran between her thighs. Down into her reignited cunt. And, knowing just what to do, she made herself come as she milked the last jets of semen from my cock. Her face smeared with our mixed juices, she collapsed backwards into a moaning fetal ball, her hands grinding her cunt, her orgasm rocketing her into another, and another again, until it was impossible to tell when one stopped and the next began.

It was awe-inspiring. Tony and I, draped and spent, watched her quivering form in the starlight.

"Honey?" he called. "Baby, are you all right?"

Her shivering came finally to an end. There was no sound. Neither was there any movement.

"Honey?"

As one would a holy thing, he touched her. "Sweetie?"

"Is she okay?" I managed to ask. My thighs were threatening to give out I slumped onto the cold sand.

"Yes," his voice was very quiet. "She's pas sed out. It takes her this way sometimes, when she can't stop coming."

We were both silent. Time passed.

"Perhaps we should cover her," I suggested.

"Yes. Yes, let's."

We rolled her into a sleeping bag. She murmured, but she did not wake.

I was cold now, and hungry. I pulled on a thick sweater and my damp jeans. I shoved my feet into the cold interiors of my boots. Feeling big, rumbly and grumbly, barefooted, I rummaged through my pack until I found an orange.

Tony had also dressed, and we sat on boulders beside the river. Neither of us was sleepy.

"That's some story," he said. He was fiddling with his pipe.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Funny thing is that most of it s true."

"All that really happened?"

"Most of it, yup. I claim a little of the license of the mythmaker, but… " I threw some of the orange peel blindly into the river. Ecologically speaking, not a sound move, but there it was.

"Jesus."

"As you say, sir, Jesus."

"And then what happened?"

"Well, Emily stayed up there for about six weeks."

"Did you ever go there?"

"No. Want some of this orange? No'?-No I never did. It was her place, you know.

Her turf.

Some moments were spent in silence. Tony got his pipe going. He put his equipment away and puffed contentedly. "You know," he mused, "as you were describing yourself there, it seemed like you were the one who needed the access to lust."

"I sure did. But Emily was the key. When she came back down off the mountain, she worked me over for three months until I found a way to get through my old fear of the body."

"What about Karen?"

"Karen moved in pretty soon before we met you. She's been with us about a year."

"How's that working out?"

"Pretty well, I suppose. I don't think she'll be around much longer. She's the kind of person who needs something new all the time. It's like she finds these brokenwinged people, like Emily, and fixes them up. But she has to get along then when they begin to have the strength to support themselves."

More silence.

"Sure you won't have any orange? Last piece."

"Well, okay."

I handed it to him.

"Nice night."

"Yup."

"Think we ought to climb tomorrow, or stay here?"

"Let's just see how we feel. We've got another five days."

"Time enough."

"Time enough."

More silence still. I was beginning to grow drowsy.

"I wonder about Carla and me," he mused.

"Wonder what?"

"Well, about lust."

"I wouldn't take this too seriously, if I were you.

"It's helped you."

"Sure. but then so has cooking together, keeping fish, getting into politics."

"They aren't on the same level."

"No, you're right. They aren't."

"Well, I wonder, is all."

"You've got to keep a marriage fresh, but this is playing with fire. It nearly did us in, and I suppose that it may yet."

"But you live such a full life!"

"It reads, Tony, better than it lives."

"Easier to say when you're living it."

"Admittedly."

"I wonder how you start. Where is this place you were talking about?"

"No good, man. You have to find your own place. Like tonight. This is as good a time as any. We've got five more days. Let's see what happens."

"Tonight?"

"Sure. Tonight will be fine. But do you dare let it continue? We could stop it right now, think of it as a momentary aberration. We were under the influence of the stars, or some such. Are you willing to cut yourself away from one of your stronger anchors and let lust take over? You never know what might happen. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with your wife."

"I know."

"But then you love Emily, don't you?"

I heard him smile as he replied, "It had crossed my mind, yes."

"Well, we can leave it like this, store it in the memory and use it to dream about, or else we can give way and see where it is going to take us."

"It's frightening."

"You're goddamned right it's frightening."

"I'm not certain I want it."

"Well, I was certain I didn't want it. But then Emily showed me the error of my ways."

"Are you happier now?"

"Hard to say."

The river continued to rush, and the stars continued to flicker. We spoke for a few minutes more, and, as you might expect, we didn't decide anything. Tonight had been fine, but we'd just have to see what tomorrow brought. And there was time enough for that tomorrow.