Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

Heat bathed her feet and ankles. She lifted the hem of her gown so that it bathed her calves as well. Her head fell loosely back upon her shoulders as she felt warm air circulating up under the flannel and twining round her legs. She spread her thighs a little to allow the air more freedom with her body. The light hair on her legs stirred slightly in the current. She felt as though she were a balloon: almost as if the warmth would lift her and support her as she lay effortlessly upon the air. She raised the gown still higher. A sudden glimpse in the mirror revealed spread calves and half her thighs upon which played the fire. Her hands held the fucked up gown, and her hips were canted forward, throwing her belly and the descending slopes below it -into relief. Had anyone been watching, she fancied, how anxious they would be to see even more of her arched legs! Coquettishly, she lifted the material even more. She could imagine the glow in her audience's, eyes as they saw her smooth thigh flesh being made nude before their eyes. Her own eyes held the same glow, in fact, and she pleased herself yet more by continuing the slow revelation. And now the first hint of her blue-covered, pouting V came into view. There, slung between her arching thighs, lay her most intimate part, and she knew that it was her cunt that they wanted to see.

Her cunt! Oh, her cunt. Already, she could feel the growing heat in her cunt. Already, the eyes of her audience were having their erotic effect.

With a single flowing motion, she raised the gown entirely over her head and dropped it upon a convenient chair. Now she stood tall! Now her audience might feast their eyes upon her great, melon-shaped breasts and marvel that they could be supported by so slender a girl. They envied her, she knew, envied those two white mountains with which she could attract any man. Merely to see them was enough.

The mere sight of them drove men to distraction. It made them furious to explore that wealth of heavy, swaying flesh with their fingers and tongues. And her broad nipples began to erect themselves as s he felt the pressure of lust upon her, as she felt all those eyes upon her, watching her, needing her.

Emily looked back into the reflection of those eyes. Just knowing what was about to happen excited her. She hardly needed to touch herself to feel the beginnings of an engorgement of her clit. She was going to beat herself off, make herself come perhaps again and again in the utter privacy of this room. No one knew she was here. Arthur, her friends, her parents, no one could get at her. She was in a magic world high above the rest of the people, a waif as Adrian had said, taken in and given a wonderful, warm room to live in, a room with a fire which just cried out for her to lie before it and m asturbate. She was safe, and she was completely unto herself, and she was going to make such love to herself as she had never done.

The armchair was broad and deep and extremely comfortable. She pulled it as close to the fire as she could before lowering herself luxuriently into its embrace. The upholstery was warm and soft against her back. She allowed her legs to sag apart as the happy fire threw its heat against her smooth inner thighs and the tumbling prominence of her cunt. She slumped down farther into the chair, feeling the crotch of her thin and tantalizing panties sink tightly against the thick lips and moistening creases which it covered.

Her fingers rested lightly upon her splayed, wallowing breasts. Ahhh! The pleasure simply of touching them was enormous. With her fingertips, she gently rolled her rising nipples until they stood out like wrinkled fingers. Each little roll pinched the skin and quiver ed all the way down to her pussy. And there the heat of the fire and the heat welling slowly from within her were making a puddle of wetness, of sweat and anticipation and her own warm syrup. She knew just how splendid it would feel when she first ran a smooth finger down into her wet slit. She trembled a little at the thought of how her clit would swell and preen until she had found it with her fingertip and stroked its smooth, hot head. Her cunt would be heavy and slobbery in her hand as she made it come. She would grind her cunt up against her masturbating hands until the lips gorged wide and the slippery red flesh inside slopped against her palm.

Her juices would be running thic kly, drenching her hands, and she would slid two or three fingers deep into her hot hole. More fingers would craze her clit. Her muscles would stiffen, and with a jerk she would be coming. Her tits would thrash from side to side in her ecstasy. She would grit her teeth, writhe •her body, and come a second time. And a third. She would come and come until she was drained of cunt-juices and her hands lay limply and stickily upon her abused thighs.

The thought of it was terrific. She knew she was going to come. To come! Oh, so soon to come.

She lifted one of her heavy breasts and sucked her rigid nipple into her mouth. She bit gently upon it, rolled it around with her tongue, and the first groan of real pleasure escaped from lips nearly stuffed with white titflesh. She thought of having milk to suck, of having it warm and sweet in her mouth, and she imagined it spurting from her big nipple like a man's come, leaping and squirting in heavy, hot gobs into her mouth. Her other breast she took in her whole hand and shifted lazily about upon her chest.

She crossed her ankles now, and stretched her legs out until her thigh muscles creaked. The lips of her swelling cunt mashed wetly together across her erected clit.

The little clit gave a flash of pleasure at the pressure. The hand rolling her big breast snaked down across her neat belly to grab the top edge of her pantles and pull them up so that the crotch band sank deeply between her hairy lips. Each tug seated the soaked nylon band deeper inside her wet cunt-slit and tightened the pressure against her clit. And her gorgeous loose lips hugged the band inside themselves until the material completely disappeared up inside her. Now the crotch band was sunk wetly into her wonderful, thick sporran, soaking itself in her gushing cunt juice.

Her eyes were tightly closed as she released her tit from her sucking lips and ran both hands down her body toward the hairy cunt which was beginning to cry for relief. She reached underneath her hot ass and pulled the panties up in back too.

The band was now brushing her sensitive asshole and her clit with each tug upon its edge. One hand cupped the steaming, hairy lips which had been puffed aside while the other continued to masturbate by pulling on her panties.

And her mind began to wander, as it always did when she masturbated. Once, years ago, she had come upon a woman making love to herself in the woods. A lovely woman, lying back upon a mossy bank in the dappled sun, but with her skirt pulled high to her waist and her two hands masturbating a flowing, redhaired cunt. Emily had hidden to watch, had slid a hand inside her stuffed shirt to squeeze a handful of breast-flesh as she watched, the woman begin to hump herself harder and harder against her flashing hands. And then the woman had rolled partially onto her stomach, had drawn one exquisite leg high and, as Emily watched, had sunk one long, red-nailed finger joint by joint into her puckered asshole. One hand still masturbated frantically, while the other penetrated slowly and succulently in and Out of the clinging asshole which was tilted toward Emily's eyes. The sight was electrifying, and Emily was quick to pull down the top of her pants and grab her cunt hard as it came by itself. And then the woman had come, slowly, agonizingly, with vast, wrenching heaves. And she lay spent upon the moss before raising her wetfingers to her mouth and gently sucking her own dripping juices from them. Until that moment, it had never occurred to Emily to taste her own cunt, but she too cautiously lifted wet fingers. With thumping heart, she had touched her creamy cunt water to her tongue, and the taste was flamboyant and exotic. She dipped, down for another fingerful, and another, with the sun beating on her, and her pants down around her knees. She scooped up her cuntjuice and drank it like nectar.