Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And now Emily understood. On the other side of the couch behind which she had hidden, in the dimness of the library, someone was having an orgasm.

How ludicrous it all was! Here she sat, trembling with residual terror, while within a foot of her, people were involved in something extremely private from which they would eventually rise and discover her. They could hardly fail to do so. Unless they planned to spend the night in the library, they would have to pass her to leave. And then they would accuse her, rightfully, of being a voyeur, and she would be able to make but a flimsy defense, if indeed she could make any at all. It was remarkable that they had not already noticed her. But for her habit of silence, she might have groaned or giggled many times in the last two minutes. Thank God that she had not done so!

"Oh yesssss," came the voice again, a woman's. "Do that again."

"You like that, don't you?" It was a man. "your other hand now. Use both." Like that?

"just like that."

The voices ceased, and all that was left to be heard was the woman's heavy breathing.

With considerably shock, Emily suddenly realized that she was growing aroused.

There was something distinctly naughty about listening to this couple from so close a distance. Blood and moisture were again beginning to suffuse the aching membranes of her sex. But her position was precarious, and she could not linger on what she might see upon the other side of her couch. She doubted that she could slip away as quietly as she had come. Indeed, the floor creaked warningly as she shifted her weight. What could be done?

And then she noticed that this couch was lifted rather high off the carpet. It occurred to her that she might just be able to slip underneath it without disturbing its occupants. To alarm them would bring certain disaster, but if she were successful, they would undoubtedly leave without seeing her. The risk seemed worth the prize, and she lay down carefully.

There was-just barely room.

Though slightly dusty, her position was comfortable. She was warm, the carpet was soft. She could now enjoy the secret pleasure of listening to the lovemaking above her with its eroticism only slightly enhanced by the fear of discovery. She turned her face sideways, toward the front of the couch, and looked out into the dim room.

Immediately before her face a naked woman's leg descended to the floor. A man's lower body was crouched between this leg and another which she could barely see on his other side. He was bending sharply forward, and Emily was overcome by a terrific desire to see his cock. To her distress, the woman's leg, though it quivered and jumped about, remained in her line of vision.

"I love it with your tongue!"

"God, your cunt tastes good. I could just eat it forever."

"You may."

Emily's nipples were beginning to brush against the bottom of the couch. One half of her mind, remaining calm, was astounded that she could feel such arousal after the frenzied masturbation she had indulged, herself with only minutes ago. The other half, less self-conscious, was already beginning to surrender herself to the throes of more self-enjoyment.

"You're absolutely gushing."

"Tell me!"

"Your cunt is flowing with creamy juice, my darling, and I am licking it up with my tongue."

"Ohlhh!"

"I lick around your stiff clit. I take it between my lips and suck hard upon it."

"Yesssss!"

"I rub the top of it quickly back and forth with my tongue."

"Oh, I'm going to die!"

Emily knew just what to do. A little light work for idle fingers. Just lying here with nothing to do, ho hum. Might as well slide that hand down my belly. Might as well feel it slip inside the opening of my robe. And what have we here? A big, wide hill crowned with thick hair. Yes indeed. Strange that I should have all this hair here.

Better explore it, see what it's all about. Nice big patch of hair. Wonder what's on the other side. Ah, softer down here, wetter. Best stick a finger down there to see, best feel…

"Now raise your legs, darling. I want to suck your asshole."

"Oh, yes, please!"

The legs vanished, evidently propped upon his shoulders, and Emily had her first look at his cock. The organ was long, and thin, and very stiff. Even in the dim light, Emily could perceive that it was engorged as tightly as it could be. His knees were spread, and huge balls hung down to sway in their hairy sac. There was lots of hair on his body, a great thicket of it, out of which the quivering, tall cock stood up. Emily watched as a pearl of shimmering liquid seeped from the eye at its tip. The sight excited her terrifically, and she began masturbating in earnest.

"I love it when you do this."

"You have the prettiest asshole!"

"Mmmmmm. Stick it up again."

"Like that?"

"Your nose feels good against my cunt hole."

"Oh, I love this cunt!" She chuckled throatily. "I love it!" he repeated. "It loves you."

Emily was beginning to breathe more quickly, in time with the rubbing of her gummy fingers. She wondered whether she even cared any longer that she might be heard.

"Pretty asshole. Pretty, pretty asshole. How about a little finger in it? There! Oh, it's tight. There now. There it slides in. How does that feel?"

But the woman could not answer.

"Now I twist it a little, push it in farther, pull it out again. How's that, eh? Like that finger fucking your asshole?"

"Yesssss! Oh, stick something in my cunt too. Quick! Stick in some fingers. Pleaser "There now. There're some fingers in your cunt too. That better? How about another one? Want another finger in your hot cunt?"

Again, the question was rhetorical.

"There it goes! Ah, way deep up in your hot, hairy, juicy cunt!"

Only in her masturbatory imagination had Emily experienced sex as verbally as this.

Arthur had always been acutely silent, speaking only before and after. The way in which this man was making love with his voice as well as his fingers and tongue was uncannily intimate. She longed for it to be her cunt, her asshole, her big tits which the man spoke so lustfully about. She wanted to hear what a wet and bubbly cunt she had. She wanted him to tell her how it felt to have his fingers sunk in the tight and clinging hole of her ass.

"Now you're really fucking those fingers, aren't you? Fucking hard against that finger in your ass. Yes, darling, fuck my finger with your asshole. In and out. That's it! Fuck back at me. Fuck me with your pretty hole."

The couch was beginning to bounce as the woman slung her cunt and asshole against the man's prodding fingers, and with every bounce, her weight drove down upon Emily's wriggling body. Each bounce thrust Emily's hand harder against her straining cunt and mashed her tremendous breasts against her ribcage. It was almost like being fucked by the woman herself. The idea ignited Emily. Being fucked by the woman, fucked by a woman's fingers, by a woman's tongue. Tits, and a cunt!

Fucked by a cunt! A cunt pounding on hers. A cunt banging her, fucking her, fucking her until she came, and came, and came, and came against a cunt!

And now the woman fucking her broke off her climb long enough to gasp, "My clit.

Do my clit! Quick!"

"You do your own clit."

"Yes! I want to!"

"That's it. Make yourself feel good. Play with your slippery little clit. Make it feel so good."

"Oh, my clit. My clit!"

"And your asshole is much looser now. Want another finger in it? Hmmm? Want another finger fucking your asshole?"

"Yes-yes-yes-yes!"

"There now. Two fingers in your tight, sweaty asshole. Oh, they look so pretty, sliding in and out among your hairs."

Emily watched as another small droplet oozed from the tip of the man's taut cock.

His whole head was growing shiny as she watched and masturbated all the harder.