Her reignited cunt
By bergen | August 3, 2009
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 passed 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.
The End
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Not my cunt
By bergen | August 3, 2009
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 hard 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.
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.
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Hot stuff into me
By bergen | August 3, 2009
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 my lips on the magic. I could almost taste and feel the sensation now, so badly did I long or 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.
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Own ecstasy
By bergen | August 3, 2009
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?
“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.”
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Fiery Cunt
By bergen | August 3, 2009
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 …
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Exciting show
By bergen | August 3, 2009
Glistening in the light before her rapt audience, she did sex to herself. With hands, and arms, and fingers, and mouth, and hair, she gathered her sex together, she offered it to herself and to the silent crowd. She became sex.
She was magnificent. That slim, fragile body took all of sex and transformed itself, for a moment—for just one, flickering moment as Emily gazed in wonder—into a goddess.
But holiness cannot reign for long on earth. Such a transmutation was destined to fade. For that one, shimmering instant, it lasted, and then there arose around it a very storm, a typhoon of eroticism, and it was drowned out. Instead of a goddess, Karen was a sweaty woman, her hair wet with exertion, standing rippling on the very edge of the stage and masturbating her cunt at the people.
Dazed, Emily looked around. She saw Adrian upon one couch beside a stunning woman in a long, sheath-like dress of green satin. Their four eyes were riveted on Karen’s wild form. The woman’s right hand, armed with long, red fingernails, slowly massaged the plump spot on her gown which covered her own cunt. Adrian, too, was absorbed. His grand cock stood out in a quivering erection from the open fly of his trousers, and his hand gathered saliva at his mouth so that it might slip smoothly up and down upon it.
Everyone was present! Emily had not noticed before, but all her new friends were around her. Angela, for example, wearing only a pink bra across her blond breasts, knelt beside her husband and masturbated him while he slowly undressed a plump young woman in white. When he had bared her conelike breasts, his wife departed from him and fixed her mouth to one tightening nipple. Her hands dropped to her cunt, and she slipped a finger deeply inside herself. The woman in her turn began kissing Larry all over his face while he did his best to work her skirt down over her ample hips. Her wonderful, big thighs came slowly into view, framing a dark pussy which was unencumbered by panties. And he broke, away from her kisses to plant ones of his own upon her hairy mound. She reclined back in utter contentment and watched Karen’s flashing hands.
And there was Laura, with, as Emily had come to expect, a joint between her fingers.
She wore nothing whatsoever. The man who had kidnapped Emily last night, likewise naked, stood before her with his hands on his hips. His cock, that long thing Emily remembered so well, was being held lightly in Laura’s hand and licked like a lollipop. Laura’s tongue slid fatly up its underside and then made a circuit of the head. Her fingers, so lightly clasping the shaft, masturbated him slowly. She dipped her tongue-tip into the straining eye which stared at her, and then she licked down again to his thick hair. She took a moment to puff on her joint before she began the caress once again.
Her attention returned to Karen. It seemed to Emily that Karen must know that she was being watched from the back of the auditorium by Emily. The girl’s eyes, when they weren’t squeezed shut in ecstasy, sought through the shadows until they rested on Emily. How Karen had felt that she was here Emily could not have said, but she knew that Karen was making such a stimulating show of her own autoeroticism expressly for Emily’s benefit.
And it was an exciting show. Karen’s tanned body was shiny with a sheen of sweat.
Those lights must be quite hot. Looking carefully, Emily could see droplets of perspiration run down Karen’s chest, between her flat breasts, and across her heaving belly. The girl was making use of this slipperiness in order to skim her palms across all of her lovely flesh. Her hands twinkled over her breasts and her hard nipples. They slid down her sides until they encountered the tops of her high stockings upon her brown thighs. She turned and allowed the audience to watch her smooth them up and outward across her ass, spreading the cheeks and exposing her dark and hairy crease to their eager eyes. She began at her armpits and smoothed her sweat out across her champagne glass tits, making them gleam even more. And then her hands traveled downward to where they had been before. They slid under the band of her garterbelt, so that the black and pink strap lay tightly across her wrists as her fingers sought out the long, wet lips of her pussy underneath her thick cunt hair. Already the lips were visible through her thatch, but now she opened them for the pleasure of the watchers—and for Emily—and humped her hips slowly forward. Her cunt seemed to gape at those around her. Her fingers slid down into that red slit and played with the moisture there.
Emily’s own fingers had lifted the hem of her gown and were pressed into her wet cunt. Her eyes and Karen’s were locked, and their four hands made the same motions upon their clits. It was a marvelous way of fucking her friend. She had only to caress her clit in a circle with the tip of one dripping finger to see Karen perform the same action. If she wanted to sink a finger up into Karen’s hole, she had only to do the same upon herself.
And now, apparently, Karen wanted her to come, for the girl proceeded with her own ecstasy. Karen’s fingers all began to beat a faster tattoo on her clit until she was forced to straddle her legs even more to keep from falling. Her eyes were beginning to grow dim and close in upon herself. And at the same time, Emily felt Karen’s fingers—no, hers— beating the same frantic measure against her own clit. Yes, it was beginning now. Yes, she could see the flush creeping up across Karen’s neck and breasts. Yes, the girl was making Emily come. Yes, her fingers were flying on Emily’s cunt. Yes, it was growing closer. Oh, yes, here it comes! Yes, oh my God yes, it’s coming! It’s coming! It’s—oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!—oh Jesus God, oh my God, it’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming! IT’S COME!
And through vision blurred red at the edges, through eyes almost shut with the weight of her orgasm, Emily saw Adrian stand tall, naked, and erect. He walked to the stage and climbed upon it. The climaxing girl there he bent down onto her knees.
He turned her away from him, sideways to the audience, and knelt behind her. He lowered his face into the cleavage of her up thrust ass, and his long tongue came out and lapped at her still-coming cunt. Her eyes and face were ravaged with lust, and her breath hissed as she felt the smooth contact of his tongue on her inflamed inner flesh. And then he raised himself again and, with one long, slow motion, sank the endless inches of his rigid cock into her stretched cunt.
“OH MY GOD! OH SHIT! OH, FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME!” And Karen’s voice rose in a moan, a scream, a wail, until it could not be heard any longer. With complete absorption, hands clutching her slender hips and eyes staring down at her asshole and the sight of his cock churning in and out of her, Adrian began to fuck her in earnest. His muscles rippled and tensed as he ground himself ever deeper into her crazed cunt.
Emily, stunned from her first orgasm and yet already yearning for another, looked around the room. Clothing was everywhere. Almost everyone was nude, but there were some who had not troubled, or had not had time, to undress. The woman in green still beat herself off fully clothed. Her dress had been pulled up just above the rim of scarlet panties, and her hands were both sunk underneath that covering. Her legs, elegant and long, twitched with each motion on her eager clit. Her eyes were closed. She was completely self-contained. Gripped by the sight, Emily wondered what images her mind was rolling among, and her own hand, in sympathy, returned to her ready pussy. Angela, still wearing her bra, was tangled in a sixty-nine position with the dark-haired woman Larry had undressed. The two woman were writhing in their frenzy, and Larry, watching, was masturbating his long prick at such a sight.
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Loveliness of nude
By bergen | August 3, 2009
The music was slow, accentuated with flutes, and Karen was a cobra mesmerized by it. She swayed from the toes, her entire body alive to the sound. She seemed to grow taller from the stage, rising into the light as the music rose in intensity. And at the top of her preening, yearning dance, her fingers met for a moment behind her neck. Her tunic dropped from its clasp to reveal, in a flash, Karen’s nakedness. The tights were not tights, they were high stockings supported by a pink and black garterbelt. All else was as God had made it. Karen’s hands now rose above her head, and her feet left their stationary positions. The girl began to curl and wind her way about the stage, every muscle outlined by the lights. Her body glimmered as though it had been oiled. The dance was not particularly sexual, save for the erotic framing of her slim ass and her auburn sex by the straps of her garterbelt. She seemed much more naked because of them than she would have done had she been entirely nude. And she held the eyes of everyone in the room, including Emily’s secret ones. Her loveliness was unsurpassed by anything Emily could recall, her sensuousness, her litheness. It seemed almost luminous, her body was so alive.
But yet the dance grew more passionate as the music swelled to new intensities.
Now that tiny girl was flinging herself about the stage with such controlled abandon that Emily’s heart stilled in her breast. More and more of the grit of life, the anguish and the travail, were apparent in her savage forms. Before, her dance had been nearly imbecilic. None of that saccharine was left now. Just the raw frenzy of humanity, the awesome ponderousness of it all.
For still there was the maddening semi-sexuality of the costume that she wore. She couldn’t get away from that. No matter how her body strove away from sex toward the peace of neutrality, it was always there, always accentuated, always leading the eyes back to that rich, red womanhood she carried between her legs. She would never escape it, try as she might. She leapt, she twined, she pirouetted. She flailed herself to elude the sex she carried. But she was not a sprite. She was a woman, pinned and anchored by her womanhood.
And as she seemed to accept this utter fact, as her desire to be bodiless seemed to drain away, she appeared to curl in upon herself. It was as though she would swallow her own sexuality, take it into herself so deeply that she would reach her goal by going through it. No more did she try to deny her sex. instead, she flaunted it at herself. If she could not escape it, then she would become it, completely.
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The music of night
By bergen | August 3, 2009
The short mountain night was drawing to a close as Emily finally left the greenhouse.
Already a glowing false dawn could be seen climbing up behind the peak. She was no longer stoned. All those orgasms back there had drained away her intoxication and left her feeling tired. It was, though, a contented sort of tiredness. She walked arm-in-arm with her original captor, her head resting lightly against the shoulder of his jacket. Laura trooped along a step or two behind. The other men had left long before. None of them had much of anything to say. Instead, Emily simply felt the calm of her final sexual completion still within herself. It hadn’t been exactly what she expected for this evening, but it had been precisely what she wanted nevertheless.
And there did remain the possibility that she had been wrong all along about what went on down in the basement.
They turned into the house. All was quiet; the music had finished for the evening. On the first-floor landing, the man gave Emily a light and affectionate kiss. Laura also greeted her with a hug and a kiss, and then she was left to climb by herself to her own safe place. Through the familiar landings and corridors she climbed. Grinning a little, she opened her door. The last of the setting moon shone through her windows and made the room milky. It was the coldest time of the night, but she knew she would be warm in bed. She left the windows open, climbed out of the clothes she had only put on a few minutes ago, and slipped between the sheets. It was only then, with a shock, that she realized she was no longer alone.
A warm body nestled in the middle of the bed, and she was about to escape in an outrage when sleepy hands reached out and brushed against her rigid shoulders. A voice mumbled something. “Is it you, Karen?” she dared.
“Mmmm.” Karen snuggled closer, and Emily drew her warm head down onto the pillow of her breasts.
“You startled me,” Emily said, feeling her exasperation diminish as two warm, little fists curled into the hollow of her neck.
“Where have you been?” Karen’s voice was blurry with sleep, and she was gone again before Emily could begin to answer.
Emily lay awake for several minutes, smoothing the sleeping girl’s hair, and looking at the canopy over their heads. Only two days ago she had been with Arthur. She hadn’t even known this girl!
And then she slept.
She awoke, descended, and ate. She arose again, and slept.
She awoke. It was night. She did not know the time. Through her open windows blew a steady, heady breeze. The temperature had dropped. She felt magnificent; utterly rested. She stretched round arms, yawned, slid from beneath her covering. She stood as nude and lovely as can be imagined before the soft wash of the hidden moon. Tonight was the night. She anticipated the moment. Tonight she would take herself to herself and come away owning the whole of herself. Tonight would be the beginning of a new ethos.
There was the music, of course. She knew there would be. It came to her this third time, and now she was prepared for it. She slid a filmy nightgown over her form and walked down into the dark.
One step, two. It was as simple as that. Put one foot before the other, and you will arrive.
One flight, two. The cellar door. A beautiful sound, those two words: cellar door.
Steps downward and the red corridor. The music gathering her closer into its embrace. The second corridor: her own form in the mirrored walls. Pretty Emily in a blue nightgown, Emily’s pretty body intensified by the blue shimmer about her. The final barrier. Curtains to part silently. Curtains to slip through. And she was there.
A great brocaded and sumptuous chamber through which the music flowed from loudspeakers. Lighting directed to a raised platform, and stage, upon which a single female dancer made her limbs float in time with the sounds. Subdued chatter of those looking on. The small clink of a glass now and again. Elegantly dressed man and woman in stately motion about the couches. Dim lighting, if at all, in the majority of the chamber. Shadows along the walls.
No one had seen her.
She slipped sideways, into the shadow, skirting the room until, she hovered in the dimness at the rear of the hall. A railing at the height of her belly gave her a convenient leaning point. Her eyes were alive with excitement. The tension was there, in the chamber. She could feel it. She knew what was going to happen. Everyone else did as well. They were settling into couches, placing their drinks, resting their feet. Sweet marijuana began to tickle the air. The lights grew dimmer, drawing the eyes toward the stage. And the dancer—she had known this would be so—was Karen. Little Karen with her slim hips, swaying beautifully, wearing dark tights and a tunic.
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Naked, hungry cunt
By bergen | August 3, 2009
Laura wore a long skirt which buttoned all the way up the front. She leaned forward now, pushing the men’s faces out of the way, and began unbuttoning the garment from the bottom.
She did it slowly, spreading her thighs with each newly opened button so that the material stayed stretched between her legs. Her eyes watched the masturbating hand of the one man, and she looked on with pleasure as the second withdrew his own cock, shorter and thicker, and began to beat it off as well. The eyes of the men, in their turn, were upon her elegant legs as they were so fetchingly revealed. Emily found her own tension rising as Laura reached her knees and undid the first button at her thighs. One thigh, the smooth inner side, gleamed palely through the slit of dark material now as Laura opened another button. Emily noticed that the masturbating hands of the two men flew slightly faster as a third was undone, and she wondered eagerly whether they were able to see Laura’s sex. Now the skirt sagged open two-thirds of the way up, and Emily could see the spread thigh within.
Surely, she thought, surely the men must be able to see it. Another button popped.
More thigh, almost high enough, Emily could almost see the last secret. Another.
And another. The skirt drew open even more, and suddenly Emily saw the moon glint upon the frothy top of Laura’s thick nest of kinky hair. She .wasn’t wearing panties! Emily’s heart lurched as she realized that the next button would reveal all of that naked, hungry cunt. Laura’s fingers closed around the last barricade. She slipped it through. She drew the folds of her skirt away to the sides, and her cunt lay open between her spread thighs. Emily was electrified to see the profile of that rising mound sweep upward out of Laura’s belly to be crowned with a thicket of dark, spiky hairs, each of which seemed, alive in the moonlight. And then the cunt descended into the twofold thickness of her beautiful lips.
Laura opened her thighs more and tilted her exposed gash upward into the eager faces of the masturbating men. With one long, curved middle finger, she dipped down along her slit, spreading her heavy, hairy lips, and thrust up into her oozing hole. She withdrew the finger, glistening with pussy juice, and raised it to her mouth to lick the come away.
“I taste wonderful this evening,” she sighed. She dipped down for another fingerful of the warm syrup. “Won’t you suck on me?”
But it was too much for the first man, and his come began to shoot in high-flying jets from the tip of his thin cock. The come splashed across Laura’s thighs and cunt hair and lay quivering in great gobs upon her skin. Her finger eagerly smeared it into her cunt flesh. She drew up one hanging droplet and placed it on the tip of her tongue like a grape.
The second man, however, was still able to control himself, and he bent forward with a groan and fixed his lips to the kiss of Laura’s cunt mouth. Laura quickly opened the remainder of her skirt until it collapsed around her naked hips onto the ground. She slipped out of her blouse, and she lay completely exposed upon the rubble of her clothes. She held the man’s face tightly against her cunt with both hands, begging him to eat her, and squirmed her hot furrow against his lips. He must have complied as she hoped, for Emily saw her arch slowly into a climax. Her hips lifted completely off the ground, her neck strained, her stomach muscles rippled, and her thighs quivered. No sound escaped from her as she ascaded over the pinnacle of her pleasure.
And Emily felt at that moment that her own lover had finally climbed along the white length of her slim leg all the way up to her yearning pussy. The pressure of his first, long awaited kiss upon her puddling cunt drew her attention back from Laura in her ecstasy to the wonderful events which were occurring at home. His strong hands dragged her panties down her thighs until they stretched across her knees. Her legs were held together by them, and his body was in the way of her efforts to kick them off altogether. Instead, he sank his mouth once again into her fragrant cunt, burrowing down through her hairy covering and into the drenched lips themselves.
Oh, how she wanted to open her legs all the way! Her need for his mouth to open her splayed membranes was frantic. But she was unable to manage it. It was driving her mad, this truncated caress. He could brush his tongue-tip across the top of her little clit, but she wanted that tongue fucking into her as well. She wanted his lips to kiss and suck her own lips. She wanted his fingers up inside her cunt hole, smoothing her sopping inner flesh. She wanted—oh, anything! Anything in her cunt.
Just anything up inside her hot, hairy, drenching, coming cunt. In a frenzy, she tore her sweater over her head so that her great breasts could wallow free. Her hands clasped them and battered her nipples. She twisted and twined her legs in an effort to open them more, but her panties held her securely tied. God, if she could only get her cunt open to him!
In her writhing, she happened to see that Laura now was on her knees before on of the men. His cock was pointing tall out of his dress trousers, and she was sucking its head with long and slow manipulations of her tongue. One of her hands was elegantly masturbating her wide, hairy cunt, that same cunt which was pointed directly toward Emily’s face. Mad with lust, Emily humped over on her back until she could bury her own face between Laura’s spread thighs. The woman’s cunt over her face almost dripped on her, so wet was it. Emily’s ears were in ecstasy over the squishy sounds of Laura’s fingers plowing her pussy, and her nostrils, almost in the woman’s asshole, were pervaded with the intense odors of this long, hairy crease above her face. Her tongue came out to lick and suck at Laura’s masturbating fingers. And finally—finally!—oh God, finally, the lover between her own legs pulled her panties all the way down her legs. Oh, what ecstasy to open her legs as far as they could go! She pulled her knees hack to her .breasts and held them apart with her hands. The warm and humid air flowing suddenly over the drenched flesh of her cunt made her begin to come, and then the hard tongue of the man sliding wetly into her cunt hole and the pressure of his nose against her clit knocked her all the way into her climax.
As she came, she pressed her nose against Laura’s stretched asshole and inhaled deeply. The heady scent, mingled with the taste of the cunt juice flooding into her mouth, caused her to come once again just as the first was beginning to fade.
Suddenly, Emily heard a groan and felt the hot splashes of a man’s come across her breasts and the backs of her stretched-open thighs. And then immediately there were avid, female lips there to lick up the flooded semen. No sooner had they done that than they pushed the man aside and sank onto Emily’s uptilted cunt. Laura’s own pussy now banged hard down onto Emily’s face. The woman’s masturbating fingers were gone, and the job of making her clit shiver was left entirely up to Emily.
Emily fell to with a will, feeling Laura’s creamy cunt water drenching her cheeks and throat. Her eyes were upon the woman’s clenching ass-hole. And then heavy balls swung into vision, and the stiff head of a long cock pressed against the straining asshole above her. She felt Laura nodding and begging against her own cunt at this contact. The man, slid his long erection down across Emily’s forehead and into Laura’s flared cunt hole. He fucked slowly in and out of her that way for a moment.
Emily could feel the pressure of his cock all through the cunt she was sucking. And then he withdrew his dripping prick and pressed it once again against Laura’s asshole. Laura was practically screaming into Emily’s cunt, her need was so urgent, begging, babbling, insane with lust. Emily’s eager eyes watched as the head of that cock slowly parted the puckered lips of Laura’s asshole. It seemed impossible that the small hole could stretch so far. But the creamy cock sank without hindrance until the hard rim of its head popped in. The hole hugged tightly against the narrower shaft as, inch by inch, vein by vein, it fucked into the woman. Again, Emily could feel its pressure slide across her own tongue, which was far up inside Laura’s cunt hole.
And the farther the great cock slid into her lover, the farther Laura’s own tongue came out and pressed between Emily’s frothy cunt lips.
The cock began to withdraw itself. Out it came, shiny in the moonlight, until only the head remained. And then it began its inward thrust again. It stopped when it was all the way in, its balls bouncing up Emily’s forehead. Out it came. In again. The pace was beginning to quicken. Out, and in. Out. In. Out. In. Faster and yet still faster the cock fucked Laura’s asshole. The woman’s entire body shook with each inward thrust. Her tongue went crazy on Emily’s clit, and Emily came for a third time. The cock slammed closer and closer to its own climax. Emily could tell it would be soon.
It was nearly a blur now, the balls banging against her head, Laura’s voice rising into a wail, the man’s hoarse gasps, Laura’s cunt jerking spasmodically against her mouth, the man’s gasps rising to a roar, a roar … and then he slammed for a last hard time and erupted into her asshole. Emily felt the force of his jets against her tongue. He pumped a few more excruciating slow pumps, and the backwash of his come began to ooze out of the plugged hole around his shaft. The white, foamy juice rolled down Laura’s ass crease into Emily’s eyes, coating her nose and forehead as it changed the taste of Laura’s climaxing cunt.
Later, she didn’t know when, Emily realized that she was lying on the ground masturbating. All three men were now standing around her, naked, towering and muscular, watching her make love to herself. She was exciting them terrifically with her beating off, and herself as well. She loved the feel of that yearning pussy which wanted to be rubbed and rubbed. She adored the rapt look on her audience’s faces as they stroked their own surging big cocks in time with her fingers in her cunt. And then Laura’s lips were sucking on those very fingers, tasting her juices on them, and rubbing their way into her hairy crotch. Laura’s ass swayed in the air, and one man knelt behind her and slipped his cock into the tilted cunt mouth between her pretty thighs. Emily knew when the man sank his prick in, for Laura’s breath emptied into her gaping pussy as he did so. Emily took one hand away from masturbating and used it to lift one of her hard nipples to her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on the nipple as her fingers darted across her clit. One of the men came, and his streams splashed across Laura’s face and the hand Emily was using to masturbate. The other man knelt across her chest and lifted her tits on either side of his red cock. He beat himself off with the smooth sides of her tits while watching her smiling eyes all upon him. His cock felt like a hot poker between her luscious breasts. Emily swung her hips and cunt against Laura’s wonderful tongue as the man grew close to coming. Emily watched his eyes turn inward and slowly close as he plied her breast flesh more quickly against himself. And then the last man locked his mouth onto her open armpit, sucking her sweat, softly chewing on her sensitive flesh. The sensation from her armpit leapt to her clit, where Laura licked it into another orgasm. And just then the man between her tits came, bathing her throat and chin with his thick semen.
Still later, her last memory of the occasion, Emily discovered that she was lying face downward with her ass raised and her thighs widely spread. Someone—she fancied it was Laura as she could feel breast tips against the backs of her thighs—was siding her tongue in and out of her asshole, and she herself was unctuously blowing the man who had kidnapped her in the first place. The other two men were not to be seen. Perhaps they had had enough. Or they might be doing wonderful and erotic things to Laura’s body behind her. As her mind slowly rolled among the images of what they might be doing, the cock in her mouth began to spurt its last, straining jets of seed.
“Put something in my cunt! Put something in my cunt!” she begged around the jerking prick.
She felt the sudden thrust of Laura’s long fingers splitting her sex, and, of course, she came.
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Pussy in an agony of lust
By bergen | August 3, 2009
And now they were all laughing, building on top of that.
Finally, the laughter dwindled away, and Emily suddenly felt a deep concern for the men she had treated so badly. After all, they had only wanted to have a little fun with her. There was nothing wrong in that. So she sat up and took the older man’s face in her hands. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It wasn’t you, you know. I really got scared.”
“Well, I should have been more sensitive,” he replied. “But you liked it at first, didn’t
you?”
“Until you hit me.”
“I never was much good at knowing how to hit a woman,” he said ruefully. “I suppose because I don’t really like it.”
“That’s just as well, for I don’t either.”
She looked him deeply in the eyes for a moment and then bent forward and kissed him on the lips. She had initiated the kiss in a purely experimental mood. It was another sensation to revel in. The dope was making her float upon a tide of sensation, and, as a general thing, she had always enjoyed the sensations of a kiss.
Her present condition only accentuated that. But, as is often the case with dope and with kisses, what was begun as a whimsey changed during its action into something more serious. Emily realized after what seemed like a long time that her eyes had been tightly shut all the while, and that the nearness of this man was stimulating her.
She had started the kiss, she recalled, but he gave as good as he got, and now she felt decidedly breathless. There was a curious sensation of light, featherlike touches all over her calves and thighs, and she looked down to discover that this was logical after all, for his hands were occupied with titillating the sensitive skin of her legs. It amused her to watch those tanned and masculine hands pass their quivering way up and down across her smooth flesh. She leaned back upon arms propped behind her and looked down her gorgeous torso at her legs, all loose and splayed for the man’s entertainment. Her skirt somehow had become fucked higher than normal. She herself was aroused at the sight of so much handsome thigh catching the soft, white light of the moon.
The man too must have been excited by the sight, for he bent reverently forward and planted a kiss upon the instep of her nude right foot. He lifted the little foot in his hands and kissed her instep again. The sensation was indescribably erotic. No one, she thought, had ever kissed her feet before. An unused portion of her body, virgin territory, ultima thule, and she nearly collapsed back onto the lawn as the almost tickling kiss was repeated. His lips then paid tribute to her heel and the ball of her foot.
One by one, he took her little toes into his mouth and sucked them. He licked the little crevices between them—and an errant thought from another world flickered across her mind: thank God, she had both bathed and swum today! But his mouth continued to worship her foot, now climbing slowly along its top toward her ankle. He kissed each bone of her ankle, and then, holding her heel and the fleshy portion of her calf, he proceeded upwards along the inside of her leg. He was kneeling between her legs with her right leg lifted into the air somewhat, and Emily was acutely aware that his eyes could easily travel up the white curve of her calf, over her rounded knee, and back downward along the darkening flesh of her beveled thigh.
She knew, too, that if he followed that lovely vision far enough, he would be greeted at it end by the sight of her very apex, lightly and inconsequentially clad in her most lacy panties. She saw the picture as she had often examined it in mirrors: her thigh raised, her prominent pussy mound raised between the thigh and the rest of her body; her soft cunt lips gently encased in their light material pouting succulently under the downward curve of her cunt bone, and all of it disappearing backwards in the fleshiness of her ass. She knew that this was the sight he was watching as he slid his kisses along the inside of her calf. She knew that he was moving slowly toward her cunt, that his face was approaching it as his lips slid over her knee. She knew he was looking deeply into her cunt as he commenced his ministrations to her thigh. Her skirt was pressed higher by his head, and now she could see nothing really except the darkness of his hair, and her skirt, and the lawn around them. Her head rolled back on her shoulders, and she concentrated on the feeling alone.
And what a feeling it was! Her smoke-befuddled mind felt his lips and warm breath passing along the intimate inner softness of her thigh. It felt her leg being opened slightly more to allow his face the room it wanted. She felt that her cunt was tilted anxiously upward and that her hairy lips nearly cried out in their eagerness to feel those smooth kisses upon their own swollen prominence. And they would soon have what they wanted, for his mouth was now gliding nearly into her crotch itself. His nose must be suffused with the exotic perfume of her cunt juices and the scent she had earlier been wise to apply to her cunt hair. His lips must be trembling and his mouth flooding with saliva at the proximity of her wet and soft cunt. In fact oh yes …
Now his tongue had come out and was licking upwards along the crease between her thigh and her cunt. It would be forging its wet way through her stray cunt hairs, feeling the side rim of her panties, testing the soft weight of her pudendum against its slithery thrust. Emily’s eyes closed. All her attention was concentrated on what would be next. Next he would plant a kiss right on the hanging hairy lips themselves. She would feel his mouth press into her flowing slit, pressing her panties before it, up into her radiant cunt, hard up against her desperate clit. And she was correct: that was exactly what he did. Her breath escaped in a long and moaning sigh as she felt the first real pressure on her clit. Involuntarily, her hips bucked once against his face.
But he did not continue the caress. Instead, he raised himself away from her cunt, and applied his lips to the instep of her left foot. Oh! This was too much. He was going to proceed through the entire process again. He was going to make her wait still more time for that tongue on her clit. He was going to torment her by bringing his face slowly more and more within range of her cunt, until her pussy was so flooded with anticipation she feared she wouldn’t be able to stand it. As it was now, she felt that her cunt was literally on fire with lust. She needed his mouth upon her flowing sex. Her pussy was in an agony of lust. Oh, eat me, she begged him in her mind, please, please, eat me!
His patience, though, was praiseworthy. He continued to kiss her left foot, her toes, and her instep, her heel and the sides of her ankle, until he had lavished on it all the reverence that he had earlier bent upon her right. Emily dropped back down until she was lying upon the warm grass. Her left leg was completely in the hands of her lover, and she now hoped he would spend an infinite amount of time on his slow climb to her cunt. The building tension was a terrific stimulant. She wanted this anticipation to last forever.
Her head rolled sideways, and her eyes rested upon Laura’s shape beside her. She too was slumped and open, her shoulders propped against a comfortable pile of sods, but in her case there were two men kneeling before her. Each of the men was feeling one of her great breasts through her blouse. Her head was rested back on the turf, and her eyes were rapturously shut. A forgotten, smoldering joint was clasped loosely in her fingers. Emily gently extracted the thing and sucked the good smoke way down deep into herself. The attention being paid to Laura’s perfect breasts reminded Emily of her own. One hand rose to cup her left breast and to feel the thrilling rigidity of her nipple. She felt the trembling, tickling excitement as she squeezed that big point run all the way down to her cunt and send a shiver through her clit. She slipped her hand underneath her stretched sweater onto the warm slopes of her breast so that she would have more access to her own nipple.
And Emily watched as Laura’s hands rose to the top button of her blouse and popped it open. The men ministering to her looked at the new V of white flesh with avid eyes. One even bent to place his lips upon it for a moment. And Laura loosed the second button, so that the moonlight played across the inner slopes of her swelling tits. Emily’s eyes -were drawn to the little cones of Laura’s nipples poking boldly through her blouse. One more button, and she would be able to see them standing tall in the moonlight, she thought, and her fingers tightened on her own nipple in anticipation. The third button was opened, and now Laura’s large and flawless breasts were exposed to the gaze of the two men. Laura drew the material aside and off her tits so that they stood out like twin cones toward the anxious men.
Since her blouse remained buttoned below them, they seemed to be lifted and thrust forward, outlined by the dark material. Emily sucked on her joint and admired the womanly magnificence as much as the men did. He palm smoothed over the billowy richness of her own breast as she realized that Laura’s tits, though not as large as her own, of course, were the largest and most perfect she had ever seen which rose without sag or disproportion. These breasts were crowned by long, thick, tensed nipples which showed their darker color boldly in the moonlight. And they were the target for two eager mouths.
Emily was as stoned as she had ever been now, and yet the joint continued to offer her more. She realized that watching Laura open her blouse had distracted her from her own lover’s caress. She had been unaware of his glide across her calf. Now his lips lightly brushed the soft flesh behind her knee, and the sensation caused a renewed quiver in her cunt. Would he ever get all the way up into her hot pussy?
Would that mouth ever suck her running juices as she so desperately needed him to do?
But then she was distracted again, for one of the men who was nursing at Laura’s breasts had opened his pants. From within, she extracted his long, thin cock and began masturbating it with slow strokes of his hand. It was uncircumcised, and its red head peeped eagerly through his stretched foreskin with each movement of his hand.
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