Hers was a grey gelding, his a bulky, restless stallion. Black, as befitted the mount of Adrian Black. The tack was well-kept and shone in the high mountain sun.
Emily held a whispered conference with her horse. She had always loved these great animals, so vast and muscular, and yet really so very delicate. A horse is a sensitive creature. He likes to know something about the person astride him. He likes to sense that his rider knows what he, or she, is doing. He will do quite a lot with a rider who understands how to speak to him. So, stroking his forelock, and neck, Emily spoke to him. She pointed out that it was a gorgeous day. She told him what a lovely coat he had-he liked that in particular. She told him she would have something nice for him to eat later if he gave her a good ride. And he responded by wuffling into her neck.
"Will he do?" Adrian was sitting well his jittery stallion.
"Sure," Emily grinned up at him. "We know things together."
She swung herself up. She had asked for a western saddle, it being her first ride in several years, and the sensation of settling down onto that broad back and gathering her reins together made her heart sing. What a day! You could see for miles!
Centuries even.
Adrian's mount had been beating an impatient tattoo upon the packed earth of the stable yard. As soon as Emily was settled, he seemed to gather himself together and with one leap was lolloping down the road at an aggressive canter. Emily had to urge her mount more conventionally through a trot, but she found herself within minutes loping easily along the gravel drive in the wake of her host. Automatically, her body took on the remembered rhythm of the canter. Wind streamed past her face and whipped the ends of her hair against her neck. She was riding easily enough to look around at the landscape.
A single magnificent peak dominated the mountainscape behind the house. Long buttressing ridges ran up to it. The house was built upon a rolling slope of land enclosed between the ridges. Forest covered the ramparts around her. Off to the open side, the land fell away increasingly quickly until, blue in the distance, there rose another horizon with peaks. But that must be a hundred miles away! God, it was stupendous! On a clear day you could, indeed, see forever.
They were riding up the road down which, she had walked in the storm. She had been c losing the distance between herself and Adrian as she grew more accustomed to her horse's motion, and now, as they reached a height of land and began to c url around a hillock, she leaned forward, gave her mount more rein, and dug in her heels.
He was a willing thing, that horse. In an instant, she had broken into a gallop. She streamed past Adrian on his off side, leaned into the turn, and disappeared from his view with a vast grin flashing over her shoulder. Of course, no sooner has she put on her burst than he too dug in his heels, and his stallion came pounding behind her.
They were rocketing down the road toward the forest now. Emily could hear Adrian's great stallion beating the earth into dust behind her. He was drawing closer. She became conscious of the panting of her gelding, of the vast breaths pumping quickly between her clenched knees. She Jay still lower and nearly loosed the rein altogether. Her horse put on more speed. The trees were streaming toward her. She saw that the road turned to her right just under their eaves, and she hoped she could make the turn. This was growing dangerous, she knew. She didn't really have a total rapport with this horse, and it was her first ride in years. She could easily be run away with. But Adrian's stallion was level with her right hip now. She could hear his panting too, could see from the corner of her eye his staring gaze and his tongue working against the bit. She flailed at her gelding's flank with the end of her reins, screaming at him to get on, get on. He put on another burst and drew slightly ahead of Adrian again.
And then they were at the turn, and she was hauling his head round hard and squeezing as tightly as she could, creaking her muscles to stay on and in command.
Her heels beat against his sides; she straightened him along the new road; she kicked him into a frenzy again; she gave him all the rein; and she was thundering along the edge of the woods, her mind plucked out and left back there at the turn.
Pure ecstasy surged through her. She had done it! She had turned the horse and still held the lead. But again Adrian's stallion drew up on her right. And this time she knew she couldn't get more speed from her gelding. Already he was working up a froth and was nearly blown. Now the two horses were neck-and-neck, barreling up a slight rise. Emily saw the straining sinews of Adrian's stallion as he began to pass her. They were at the top of the rise; they were over it and hurtling down the other side to the crashing of hooves. And just at that moment two other horses trotted calmly out of the woods and into their path.
Emily had just a split-second to recognize them as the couple of the morning before she was instinctively reining hard right and pulling up. Adrian was attempting the same thing, but his stallion was going just that little bit faster: the two horses brushed together with all the force of their speed. Emily's gelding screamed and went up on his hind legs, rearing and kicking the air. Adrian managed to pull his mount into a tight stop as Emily's horse came down again and she catapulted over his head and into the air. As she left the saddle a lance of pain shot through her right knee, which had just been ground between the two flying horses, and then was sharply twisted as it left the stirrup.
The horses milled to a stop. Emily came down hard on her chest and side, knocking the wind from her lungs.
All was confusion. She could neither breathe nor speak. It was not painful, just overpowering. Hands reached her, turned her onto her back. A swirl of faces above her, mouths opening and spilling questions. She could not answer. Her rib cage heaved with its efforts to breathe. Then Adrian grabbed her by the buckle of her belt and lifted her torso from the ground. Back down again. Up. And then down again.
The pressure in her chest was beginning to ease. Up again, and down. Her hands fluttered to push his away as she drew her first shuddering breath. With the breath came the pain. Her poor, abused breasts upon which she had landed. Her knee.
God, her knee! It felt like fire. Her face squeezed into a painful grimace. She began to hear again. "What is it?"
"Where are you hurt?"
"My knee," she managed to gasp.
Then hands were pulling up her pant leg, feeling her joint with care.
"A sprain, I think." It was Adrian, his voice calm. "I'm sure it's just a sprain. You'll be all right in no time."
"It's better now." She tried to sit up. "God, to be able to breathe! Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
The young man of the harmonica-Larry, wasn't it?-was apologiz ing profusely.
"Hey. It's okay. I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"We didn't see you."
"I know." She placed a palm over each bruised breast and groaned. But then she caught the eyes of the young woman twinkling on her, and she made a rueful grin.
"That's something these men don't have to worry about." They chuckled together.
"Yeah," responded the blonde, "and they save money at a pay toilet, too. How do they have all the luck?"
Everyone was relaxing now. "Help me stand," she asked. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure."
"Well, if you're sure… " I m sure.
Adrian and Larry helped her up. She took a few steps on her knee, and, aside from the pain, everything seemed to work all right. "Well, I guess I'll live."
"I'm glad to hear that," replied Adrian, and he walked over to his horse. Both the stallion and the gelding s eemed a little spooked by it all, but Adrian calmed them down easily enough.
Emily hobbled to her horse's side and nuzzled her face against his neck. He was pretty lathered up, but he didn't seem horribly overworked. "Boy, that sure was one hell of a race," she laughed. She patted the horse affectionately and then turned to Adrian. "I would have had you, too."
"No way, lady. No way." He was grinning back at her.
"You were starting to fade out, buster, and I would have had you."
"You were the one who was fading. I was just coming up strong."
"Ho ho! So you say."
"Care to try again?"
"I think I'll wait just a bit, thank you very much."
"Chicken."
With a laugh, Emily made the sound which the Victorians liked to write "Pshaw."
"It really was a magnificent sight," opined the blonde in an excited tone. "I've hardly seen anything so dramatic as the two of you suddenly bearing down at us."
And, of course, that brought them all into the conversation, and they had a good, jolly laugh about the whole thing.
It turned out that the girl's name was Angela Wilcox, and that she and Larry had only been married for three months. She was Mrs. Black's niece-Laura's, that is-and they were staying on here at the estate for the summer. Like everyone she had met so far, Emily found Angela prepossessing, calm, and attractive.
But at the same time, she felt the strangeness of the situation. Save for the one glimpse of her this morning, the last time she had seen Angela the girl had been eager to catch her husband's come in her round mouth. Emily easily pictured that pretty throat gulping and gulping as the hot juice shot down it. Not that there was anything particularly strange about that. Emily was herself fond of the sudden jet of a man's come against her tongue and throat. But the point was that this meeting was simply another in the seemingly endless series of sex-oriented events in the last day.
Of course, none of the rest of them knew about that. None of them knew how she had lain shamelessly in ecstasy last night. And then it occurred to her also, which caused her to start and a blush to creep up from her throat, that Angela was Laura's niece. If she remembered correctly-and she certainly did-it had been the vision of Laura as her lover which had caused Angela's orgas mic triumph upon the couch.
Her own aunt! And Larry had been describing the situation as though he knew whereof he spoke. What was going on here?
It appeared to Emily then as though she were living on two different planes of existence at the same time. She felt curiously detached. On the one hand, she had run out of gas, had stumbled in here, had been put up for the night, and now had just been enjoying the pleasure of a hard gallop with her host. Everything was perfectly ordinary. This was a world in which people chatted about nothing in particular, as they were doing now, ate food, smoked cigarettes-Adrian had just offered her one-and, as they say, just generally lived it up. But on the other hand, there was a second world. This second was a smoky and insubstantial landscape, one superimposed upon the ordinary realm. It was a land of undiluted lust. Sure, she had run out of gas, a perfectly normal phenomenon, but after that somehow she had been in a hovering tension between the two worlds. She had begun masturbating after she had been here only five minutes! And the access of this lustful dimension seemed to continue from that moment. With the exception of the moments of her gallop, there had hardly been an instant during the last eighteen hours when she was not in the throes of some sort of sexual activity. And when she wasn't actually masturbating or making love to Karen, she had been thinking about doing so!
Just as now. Here they were, four attractive people, sitting on the greensward and smoking cigarettes while their horses browsed quietly in the background. A scene from another time, perhaps, one in which more people had real leisure and wealth.
So here they were. But as she spoke of the adventure of driving without gas last night, and made as charming and humorous a story of it as it deserved, she was watching Angela and vividly imagining her long blond loins. Her eyes were one-half full, as it were, with the staggering knowledge of her abrupt introduction to female homosexuality. It was disorienting and rather uncomfortable. Why did she like this girl? Was it just because she was a cheerful conversationalist? Or was there something kinky there too? She had herself heard Angela in ecstasy at the thought of lesbian love.
And then there was Larry. And Adrian. Neither of them were unaware of the size of her breasts under her sweater. In fact, Larry made no bones about his observation.
Adrian was more subtle perhaps but he was not innocent.
Her head was spinning with it all. It had happened too fast. She wished that other world would just disappear for a while and allow her time to think. Things had been so much easier when she was with Arthur, controlled, calm, mostly predictable. If only Larry would stop examining her body! It brought things too close. But then, she had to admit to herself, she was not free of the image of his jutting cock.
She was a fair-minded girl, after all. Tit for tat. Or, perhaps, tit for that.
And then they were all getting up and mounting their horses. Her knee was much better now. It seemed that they were going to continue the tour of the property.
Saying that he had a tennis date with Karen-and the mention of the name frightened Emily-Larry begged off. Angela, however, decided to forego watching her husband play tennis In favor of the further ride. If that was all right, darling. But of course, my love. And, after sufficient billing and cooing, Larry trotted off across the rolling fields in the direction of the house, one of whose turrets could just be seen.
The three riders turned and, in single file, entered the woods by the bridle path Larr y and Angela had emerged from. For a half mile or so, they climbed beside a small stream. The forest was a delight, tall and still and beautiful. The horses knew their way along this trail, so there was very little riding that needed to be done. Emily could merely sit and gaze about herself at the huge boles of the trees as they rose with great solemnity toward the sun. In the lead, Adrian and Angela were speaking lowly, but their voices did not impinge upon Emily's sense of communion with the trees. She dropped farther behind, vaguely wanting this immensity to herself. Her horse came to a standstill, but she didn't notice it. The vast trunks soared over her head, seeming to bend in upon themselves one hundred feet above. A stellar's jay came clattering to stand upon a branch seventy feet above her head and scream at her. So she gave the gelding a bit of her heel and ambled on. Adrian and Angela were nearly out of sight up among the boulders along the stream.
The stillness was awesome. A city girl, she was not accustomed to the emptiness which assailed ears usually battered by the subliminal hum of man's vast creations. It was not silent, no. There was the jay, and the stream, and now and then a breeze to stir the undergrowth. But behind all those small sounds lay a great pool of calm, of stillness, upon which no ripples ran.
Everything here was overwhelming!
More time passed, as did more trees. She climbed more sharply now, and the stream made pools and waterfalls. Eventually, she recognized that she was coming to a clearing. She broke from the forest to discover, herself in a small alpine meadow bordering a lake. Adrian and Angela had already dismounted and were chatting at the edge of the lake. There was a bouldery island in the middle of the lake from which grew a few haphazard trees. Wildflowers abounded. The leak seem ed to rise straight above her head. She was, in fact, in a lovely cirque below one of the buttress ridges which led to the summit. The lake was backed by cliffs and steep rock slides.
The sun shone down upon her, doubling its intensity by reflection off the cliffs, and the air was still. After the humid coolness of the forest, it was a delightful change.
She trotted gaily across the green.
Angela came to help Emily dismount. Emily's knee had stiffened somewhat during the ride, and she was grateful for the courtesy. But as she dropped to the ground, Angela's eyes met her own, and there passed a moment of total, though startling, communion between them. And there, then, was the other world rearing its ugly head. What had that look meant? It had been like being photographed from deep within the girl, as though her soul had reached out and grasped Emily's before Emily had taken the chance to protect herself. She had felt her insides scooped out, and all the emotions and imaginations which should have remained hidden were put at the girl's disposal.
But there was nothing of this in Angela's gay chirruping. As she danced back toward the rock upon which Adrian contemplated the universe, she stooped now and again to pluck the lovely wildflowers. She had a pretty bouquet to hand to him then with a stately and comical gesture.
But poor Emily! Really, she hardly knew which way to turn. Angela was so very sweet, so guileless. Maybe all this lust was her own invention. Perhaps there had been nothing in that look save a friendly recipience. And what if it were all her own imagination? Did that mean that she was responsible for making these events happen? God, what was the matter with her? At least, if they were being forced upon her, she might excuse herself. But if she were the one…
Emily lay down in the grass and flowers, slightly apart from Angela and Adrian. The sun baked into her, and soon she had the uncomfortable, prickly feeling of being too hot to add to her worries. Her sweater had perhaps been the wrong thing to wear.
Sweat was beginning to trickle across her skin inside it, along the valley between her breasts and among the hairs of her armpits. If only Arthur were here? She'd be able to talk to him, at least. Of course, she had begun last night by confiding everything in Adrian and Laura, but so much had happened since then. She, didn't feel any longer that she could talk freely to her host. Besides, there was something about him which frightened her. He was too silent, she supposed, using his eyes to communicate for him. He made you feel as though he knew everything you were going to say before you said it, a belittling and confusing feeling. He flustered her. Before the ride, she had found herself talking faster and faster to make up for his silence, and the more she talked the more inane she heard herself become. Cod! It had only been, by an effort of the will that she managed to cheer up when her horse was finally brought to her. At least she had felt on a par with the horse! And then she had given him a good run for his money. At least she had told him something by the way she had ridden that horse.
"Hey!" Angela was bending out across the edge of the lake. "The water's not bad.
Let's go swimming."
Adrian withdrew from his meditation upon the rock and grinned. "Sure. Why not?"
"Emily?"
"Oh, no. You go ahead."
"Certain? The water really is nice."
"No thanks, Angela. My knee, you know."
But that, of course, was just an excuse. She watched with envy the unself-conscious way in which Angela stripped off her clothes. She revealed to the sun a very lovely and very blond little body, as soft and naked as ever love could want her to be.
Looking like September Morn, she waded out into the lake and folded herself into the waves. Adrian, meanwhile, had also stripped, and that handsome man had just as handsome a body as a face. Muscular, but not overbearingly so, rather hairy, and quite well hung. His big, circumcised cock curved down over a tight scrotum. He was beautifully tanned all over. He, certainly, was slightly more aware of his attractive shape than Angela had seemed, but then you had to make allowances for the fact that he was a man. Strutting around in his gorgeous plumage, and all that sort of thing. So silly! But, silly as it was, Emily couldn't quite make herself look away from that rippling body and that equally fascinating cock.
"Are you s ure, Emily, that you won't swim?" Adrian made it quite obvious that he was standing directly facing her.
"Quite sure, thank you." Men!
"Well, if you change your mind… " He left the sentence hanging and turned away with an exaggerated ripple of his haunches. And, being a man, he disdained to walk into the water. Instead, he followed the shore of the lake until it joined the cliff, and there he found a boulder which he could climb, on which he could pose, and from which he could dive. In all fairnes s, it was quite a good dive.
Angela, at least, wasn't showing off. She was just having fun. With great whoops of glee she soared up out of the water, her body flashing in the sun, and sank down again. She raced. She spurted water from her mouth. She swam on her back with her pink nipples just rippling the surface. She climbed onto Adrian and dunked him again and again until he stopped being aware of himself and took off after her with a bellow of revenge. But she swam circles around him, for all of his great musculature.
She was absolutely in her element, a water-rat if Emily had ever seen one, a seal, a very dolphin! She flowed through the water with her white body glimmering. She turned and twisted like a dervish, propelling herself faster and faster until she was a whirl of foam. And then she rose up in a surface dive, her blond legs pointing momentarily at the sun and her blond cunt slipping downward into the water. Emily watched her glide under the surface, wriggling, swim ming horn the neck like a fish, until she disappeared in the depths. For long moments, she was invisible. And then, from an entirely different part of the lake, she erupted to the surface and up into the air like a leaping mermaid. The water shattered around her, the sun danced upon the spray, her breasts and arms and belly were silver with light!
It was too much. How could you stay out of the water with an advertisement like that dancing before you? To hell with Adrian and his foolishness! But Emily left her bra and panties on.
Indeed, the water was warm. On the surface, that is. She soon discovered that treading water made her legs and feet numb. But if she floated on her back… Ah, this was the life!
And then there was Angela churning around her, diving under her, leaping next to her, laughing and shoving and jolting her out of her introversion. The two woman played happily, splashing and doing their best to out-maneuver each other. There really wasn't any contest however. Emily had never seen anyone swim like Angela.
And, besides, after a time, her knee really did begin to pain her. So, tired and nicely chilled, she climbed out onto the island and began to explore.
The island was made mainly of boulders over which she had to climb. There were struggling trees here and there. The rocks were hot from the sun, and she lay stretched out upon one for a few minutes to allow the sun to drive away her chill. She felt very clean and quite at peace. She chuckled to herself. When she had been a girl and had sunk into a brown study, her mother had always shooed her out to run around the block. And it still worked. A little exercise did wonders for her mood.
After a while, warm, she rose to explore further. Angela was still yodelling and splashing about, and Adrian, she supposed, was still swimming his langorous laps. It occurred to her that she might strip off her underwear here, now that she felt better, and allow the sun to play all over herself, but she decided that such an action would probably make her self-conscious and horny, neither of which did she anticipate with pleasure. There was plenty to occupy her attention without the auto-eroticism of nakedness. The island boasted all sorts of beautiful nooks and cranies. In fact, she discovered one which was quite special. About as big as a room, a patch of gras s and flowers lay hidden between the walls of grey rock in such a way that it was completely enclosed. The sun was very strong here, and the hot, flowery air positively intoxicating. An enchanting plac e. She knelt to sniff at the flowers. She sat among the long grasses. Eventually, of course, she lay down on her back and closed her eyes.
The warmth of the sun caressed her. As she might have known, it began to do things to her. Oh, yes indeed. It just felt so good to lie here with the sun baking upon her.
Her entire body grew limp and dr owsy in the heat. A light film of sweat covered her from head to foot, ready to cool her should any breeze chance to come along. But none did. Instead, the heat seemed to redouble itself upon her. It played upon her forehead and cheeks. She felt it upon her c hin and throat. The heat baked into her shoulders and the wide slopes of her big breasts. The frail material of her bra, stretched so very tightly across those pale mountains, did not shield her tits from the action of the heat. The fingers of the sun pushed right through the barrier and sank themselves deeply into the soft flesh underneath. Her nipples were melted down into wide, brown puddles upon the caps of her loose breasts. Likewise, the sun warmed her belly, where it sloped down from the prominence of her chest to the rim of her panties. Lying down as she was, her hipbones were raised against the skin of her abdomen, and in consequence they shone whitely in the sun. And her panties, like her bra, were unable to protect her pubic mound from the gaze of the sky's eye. Her wide and matted cunt hair bristled under the caress, and the hotness carried down through its kinky layer to the soft, pouting flesh below. She felt the lingering fingers of the sun gently smooth and separate her cunt lips. Almost without willing that it happen, she parted her thighs a little and tilted her moistening gash upwards to allow the sun more freedom to beat upon her cunt. Her slit began to ooze syrup from its hidden reaches until her membranes were coated with a layer of cunt spend which corresponded to the sweat which had begun to pool and run across her body.
In her bedazzled state, her mind began to slip away from her control. And as it slipped, she found that it veered unerringly to a picture which she had been trying to avoid all morning: Karen's hairy sex tipped up and waiting eagerly upon the edge of their bed. Again, she felt the strange whirling with which she had seen it there for the first time. She had been unable to draw away, unable too to comprehend what was happening. She had not known, and yet she had known, what she was doing. Again, she saw that long, deep cunt grow closer. She saw how the lips parted stickily as her hands spread Karen's thighs. Once more, she caught that intoxicating smell and felt the first tickling of stray hairs upon her cheeks and lips. And then, as her eyes came too close to the urgent mound to focus upon it, she experienced anew the exotic moment when her lips actually glued themselves to that flushed and running mouth and offered to kiss. Hesitantly, her tongue had slipped between her lips and then those of her lover to sink down into Karen's very body and to taste the cunt water which welled there.
The difference had not been so very great. After all these years of masturbating, of learning the secrets of her own cunt so that her beating off might be ever more exciting, she had learned that another woman's cunt was fundamentally the same. It had been, really, like sucking on her own cunt. Perhaps this was the closest one could come, in a curious sort of way, to making love with oneself. She adored caressing herself and making herself come. She loved to suck on her own nipples, and yet the complete self-absorption was denied her. But here it was, with another woman. It had been a simple act, uncomplicated, fundamentally aimless. Its purpose only was pleasure. And there was none of the harshness which always characterized heterosexual sex. For, with men, it was always a battle. Even Arthur, as gentle and considerate as he was, desired to impale her. That was, in fact, what she loved about men. But the utter sensuousness of masturbating, the complete involvement with herself and her own pleasure which provided her with orgasms of monumental power, was as nothing compared to the totality of making love with yourself another woman.
Everything was so different with a man. Now Adrian, for example. Infuriating man!
Considerate, yes, even gentle, and yet such a man with his Big Cock. They thought you cared about their muscles and the stupid size of their cocks, but you cared what was inside instead. Who would look twice at that long hunk of Adrian's penis curling down over his balls? So what? It was just another long, brown, swaying cock, just another powerful-looking cock ready to stand up stiffly out of its forest of hair. So silly, the ease with which they all get excited. All you have to do is run your fingers lightly over the warm length of the damned thing, and it begins to stir in your hand like a bird. With Arthur now, all she would have to do was to show him the back of her cunt, to lie on her stomach with her legs open, and his thick cock would be erect in an instant. And they thought they were so powerful! Show them a cunt, and they were like putty in your hands. A provocative pose, and they were all set to go, and you had a cock to take care of. Adrian would be the same way, of course. For all of his dumb muscles, she bet, it wouldn't take her long. All she'd have to do would be to take it in her mouth for a moment. Even without doing anything. It would be enough simply to hold its wide head between her warm lips and to swirl her saliva around its shaft. She'd feel it growing in her mouth, feel it pressing against her tongue and cheeks until it was too big for her, and then she'd have him. All she'd have to do then would be to suck on its straining, red head for a while, to run her mouth tightly up and down its length, and she'd feel that sudden, hot flooding at the back of her mouth, pulse after pulse like blood, spurting into her throat, and she'd taste the slippery, salty flavor which so aroused her.
And was arousing her now.
A hand suddenly lay upon her thigh. Her eyes fluttered open, immediately to be blinded by the sun. She heard a voice say, "He wants you."
What? What was going on? She recognized the voice as Angela's. What did she mean? Who wanted her?
"He wants you, Emily."
A shadow moved across her face, cutting out the sun. Again she opened her eyes.
Eclipsing the sun, a man towered above her. It must be Adrian, though she could hardly see his -face. The sky around his silhouette was blinding still. Her eyes could only rest upon his tall and tensed form, and she realized that his cock, the very coc k she had been thinking about, jutted forward and upward in a rigid erection. His legs were straddled, and she looked up his form to where it swept outward at his cock.
"Go to him," came the commanding voice once again. "Go to him now."
She looked clown her body to where Angela crouched beside her hip. The blond woman was staring at her with hypnotic eyes. Her face was totally devoid of expression, absolutely serene. Her mouth opened and words came out: "He desires you."
Emily had nearly been asleep. Her mind still did not quite grasp what was going on.
Everything was so hot! The white body of the woman and the darker, more dangerous body of the man seemed to hem her in. She was running with sweat, her brain baking in its skull, and the ripples of heat over her body kept her constantly in a daze.
But the smooth, honey-like voice came again. "He needs you now, Emily. You must go to him."
Warm, female hands helped to lift her shoulders. The same hands coaxed her onto her knees. She felt the air against her grassy and sweating back. The sun beat around her, but she huddled in the shade of the man. The hands tipped her face up until her eyes once more were dominated by the man's stiff cock. The woman was kneeling behind her, and Emily felt the slender blond arms around her as she stared at that quivering cock just before her face. It seemed monstrous to her befuddled brain, arched, writhing with veins. Something behind her back gave way, and she realized that her bra was being removed. Her great breasts dropped happily from confinement into smoothly cupping female palms. She felt the woman's own breast tips brush against her back.
Slim fingers pulled her heavy hair away from her neck, and she felt the air cool her sweat. The woman leaned heavily against her back now, pressing her entire body from cunt to throat against her, and whispered in her ear. "He needs your fingers, Emily. He must have them upon his cock now. See how it waits for you! See the way his cock is stiff just thinking of your cool and lovely fingers."
And as the voice directed her, Emily ran her palm over the man's knees and upwards along his thighs. The stiff hair felt scratchy against her palms. She realized that his muscles were tensed in anticipation. The hair and the proximity thrilled her, and she felt a slight, tremor through her own body. Everything was so very hot! The air was so still, the heat so terribly intense. And it felt good to have that slim, blond body pressed against her from behind. The woman's fingers were gently massaging her tits and caressing her nipples into half erection.
Emily's fingertips neared the goal. The cock with its heavy, tight balls underneath poked out and up before her face. She caught a momentary, musky odor of the new sweat upon the man's body. It was purely a masculine scent, and she recognized that it stimulated her still more. Her sun blindness was beginning to leave her, and she could see the cock in more detail. It was a beautiful object, she thought, stiff, and straight, and eager. And it leapt when she slid her first fingertip up its ripply underside all the way from its base to its tip.
In a little portion of her mind, Emily began to have fun. She played with the man's erection, using her imagination to think of new ways to stimulate him. She masturbated him tightly, and then lightly. She rubbed her hot palm across the eye in the end of his prick and felt the sudden slipperiness of his pr eliminary secretions.
She milked the big cock with both smooth palms, rubbing them maddeningly against him. She cupped his balls and tugged upon his scrotum. She found a sensitive spot behind his sac which made him shiver when she ran her fingers lightly over it. She slid one fingertip across his crinkled and s weaty asshole, and then returned it to his swollen cock head and ran it around the rim. And, all the while, the woman upon her back was breathing warmly against her neck and encouraging her invention with whispered excitement. Her small tits were pressing enticingly into Emily's back, slipping on the film of sweat which coated their bodies. Her hands were doing what they liked with Emily's own melonlike breasts. And occasionally those hands would slip down across the soft flesh of Emily's stomach to linger around the nylon-covered pussy she found there.
The man was becoming cruelly excited under their slow manipulations. A cynical thought flashed through her mind: it was just as she had predicted. But -she had not counted upon her own excitement. The girl's fingers were doing their work. Now one of Angela's hands had burrowed down inside the panties and was working through Emily's sweaty thatch toward her wet slit. The other hand had slipped between their bodies, and Emily could feel the working of her knuckles as the girl beat herself off.
Emily slid her knees farther apart on the grass as she felt the slim fingers splitting her.
She lay her mouth for the first time against the very, straining tip of the man's cock.
The flesh was hot and very smooth under her lips. She could taste the salty mixture of sweat and pre-come which made the head shiny in the sun. It was an electric moment.
She allowed the hot shaft to penetrate deeply into her throat, one long downward fuck with her mouth. And then back out again. The thing had pressed her mouth out into a tall O, and her lips shone with saliva. Her mouth was suddenly wet to do it again. Masturbating the hairy base of the prick with both light hands, she repeated the motion. And he thrust at her this time as she fucked him with her mouth.
Then the girl was kneeling beside her and another mouth was pressed against the stiff cock. Emily felt the sun blaze suddenly on her back, and the lack of fingers within her flooded cunt. She slipped one of her hands downward to assuage the emptiness and was slightly s hocked at the wetness she had generated inside herself. But it was too odd, both of them working on this cock. It was so very strange.
Their lips met across the pole of hot flesh, and as this happened, their eyes met as well. Emily stared into those fathomless eyes and slid her mouth up and down the prick in time with the caress of the other woman. And then the woman broke the action to reach her face across the top of the prick and kiss Emily, lingering upon her wet lips. Hands began to caress Emily's big hanging tits once more and to coax her nipples back into tension. A tongue came out and licked around Emily's lips, diving into her mouth and feeling along her gums and tongue. Emily's hand began to masturbate faster as she was kissed this way. The man's hot sex felt like a bar as it burned against her chin. She lifted her hand from her cunt momentarily to lave the cock head with her own cunt juices. Her nostrils were assailed then -with her own smell as the woman continued to kiss her lips. The hand dove back into her cunt to gather another dripping load of pussy nectar. She rubbed the end of the man's cock with this slippery, musky cream and felt it jerk against her palm. And now she began to kiss the woman back.
With one hand, she masturbated herself, and with the other, she continued to caress the end of the man's cock. The hands upon her tits were exciting her so much that she finally reached across with her pussy-dripping fingers and began manipulating the woman's small and slippery tits in return. And her mouth went back to the man's sex; As the other woman took the end of his cock in her mouth, she began running tongue and smooth lips up and down its length. The idea of the woman tasting her own sex juice upon the head of the cock made her shiver closer toward an orgasm.
And she needed something on her clit just then. Suddenly, desperately, she needed pressure on her little button. As though she had heard the silent need, the woman returned her hand from Emily's breast to her cunt. The slim fingers tweeked her clit just once, and immediately Emily was coming!
It had happened so fast! Completely unexpected. And then she was frantically humping her cunt against those fingers. Her mind blacked out as the waves swept again and again across her.
But she came back again to find herself still being fucked by those fingers. Her mouth was slack and rested against the man's sex hair. His hips were jerking. It was going to happen soon, Emily understood, for his thrusts were growing erratic and demanding. The woman's face was flushed, and, to help her, Emily slipped her own fingers down into that blond pussy. There she discovered the fingers which had so recently been in her own coming cunt, so together they beat that pretty cunt off. The woman's eyes were tightly shut, and her breath was coming faster through her nostrils as her face flew up and down the prick. Emily could see the outline of the cock head pressing against the inside of her cheeks as it slipped deeper and deeper.
She began licking the woman's face with her long pink tongue. She licked her eyes, her nose, her chin, her cheeks. She felt the cock battering against her tongue when it licked the sweat from the woman's cheeks.
And then, with a wrench, it began. The man flailed faster and faster into that sucking mouth. And Emily could see the pulses of come thump up his length and into Angela's mouth. Hot sperm began to leak through the clamped lips, and Emily was eager to lick it into her mouth. As the woman's lips relaxed and the cock slowed its orgasmic course, Emily sucked all the thick coating of sperm she could reach from his cock, her lips, and the inside of her mouth. And then the woman herself came against her own and Emily's masturbating fingers.
Yet then Angela and Adrian laid her back upon the grass, removed her useless panties, and caressed her all over. She sucked one of her nipples into her mouth as Angela licked, her slowly from toes to cunt, and Adrian worked his hands and face across her unoccupied breast. Finally, he buried his face in her hairy armpit and sucked upon the sensitive flesh there while Angela brought her flowing pussy into another orgasm with light, rapid manipulations of her tongue.
And so it went on through the afternoon.