After a brief but delicious nap after the exertions of the afternoon, Emily rose and dressed for dinner. She chose a light and airy dress with a high neck and short sleeves. It buttoned up the front of the bodice, had a full skirt, and complim ented her complexion and hair with its lime green hue. She wore a bra, but when it came time to pull her panties up her legs, she just never got around to it. She sipped her feet into a pair of sandals, closed her door behind her, and didn't really notice the fact that underneath her dress she was completely nude below the waist until she was already downstairs. Well, what difference did it make after all? And it was awfully comfortable.
She met Larry in the library and made pleasant, chatty conversation with him. He told her that he had just barely managed to beat Karen that afternoon, 6-4, 5-7, 7-5, and she told him that she and Angela and Adrian had had a fine ride arid a wonderful swim. Larry suggested that she might appreciate a cocktail, and she agreed that she would. So, sipping martinis on the rocks, they strolled out into the evening toward the stables and tennis courts. Larry had said that they might find Karen still playing, and it turned out that he was correct.
They stood beside the court and watched Karen defeat Laura in a heated match.
Both woman played well, but Karen had the more powerful service, despite her slighter physique. In the end, it was her ability to get her first serves in that made the difference.
And then Karen was strutting around gaily with a towel about her neck and a crowing happiness upon her face. She swore that she would trounce Larry if he had the temerity to challenge her again, which, of c ourse, he did. Another couple came out then to use the courts and she and Karen wandered away among the yew hedges.
Larry and Laura went off in their own direction.
Emily and Karen had not gone far, and Karen was still talking proudly about how improved her game was becoming, when she suddenly broke off and backed Emily up against a hedge. And there, in the full view of anyone who had happened to look, Karen kissed her on the mouth.
Now Emily felt that Karen was the only real friend she had in this house-everyone else had merged into a vast multitude who seemed always to be thrusting its sexuality at her-but she was embarrassed by this nev ertheless. She tried to press Karen away, but as she did so, she felt Karen's hand cup her nearly naked pussy.
"Hey! No panties." Karen grinned at her. "Getting pretty bold, my dear girl."
Emily smiled and blushed. "I just forgot to put them on somehow."
"Well," said her friend, "all the better to eat you with." And, with that, she knelt, raised the front of Emily's dress, dropped it again over her head, and pressed her mouth upon Emily's cunt. It happened s o fast that Emily didn't have a chance to object. And then, very quickly, the feeling grew so very good that she was glad she had not had the opportunity.
But there were people all about. Four or five people were now watching the tennis, only thirty or forty yards away across the tops of the hedges. They could see her at any moment, see all the way down to her waist. If they came any closer, of course, they would see the bulge of Karen's active head before her cunt, and then, to her shame, all would be known. How on earth did she ever manage to get herself into such compromising situations? There was something seriously wrong with her.
There must be!
She would, put a stop to this foolishness right now. The hand which was not holding her martini laid itself upon the top of Karen's gently moving head with every intention of pushing her away. But somehow the action caused Karen's face to be pressed the harder against her loosening mound. She tried to draw away again. Instead, as before, she found that she had slumped a little against the support of the scratchy yew and tilted her pelvis forward, thus opening her sex even farther to Karen's tongue caress. It was maddening! She didn't have control over her own actions.
There was Karen inserting one shoulder between her thighs to open them even more. The girl's mouth was clamped upon her hanging and hairy lips as though nothing else mattered. As though ten people might not, at any moment, see just what liberties she was taking.
And then-oh, my God!-there was Adrian smiling at her. He was drawing away from the crowd of tennis watchers to come her way. Oh, Jesus, what could she do?
Her hand fluttered desperately around Karen's head, but the latter was completely absorbed in her lubricious task. Just now, for example, she was slipping one long and knowledgeable finger up between Emily's split lips so as to run it gently into her body. There it was, up inside her, twisting a little, caressing the walls of her succulent hole, and all the while, Adrian was drawing nearer. He was saying something to her now, she couldn't imagine what, across the tops of the yews. Oh, go away! Adrian, go away, please! But he didn't seem to understand her mental commands. He was walking around the edge of the last hedge now. He would lee; he was bound to see.
Any second now he would-stop in shock. He would turn away in disgust. And then everyone would know what kind of a woman she was. Everyone would know that she was the kind who would let herself be sucked right out in the open. They would know!
And then, just as he would have seen, Laura came out upon the lawn and called to her husband. With a shrug, the man turned away from Emily at the last possible moment and began to retrace his steps. He smiled at her as he walked away though, and, trembling with the narrowness of her escape, Emily raised her martini to him in a silent toast.
But Karen's tongue had done its work. Her clit had risen from its warm nest to preen against the girl's tongue. Flooded with relief as she was, she nearly spilled her drink, so violently did she shudder as Karen's tongue-tip began lapping earnestly upon that pleasure-giving organ. God, the sensation was too much! Right out here in the garden. She looked vaguely around at the trees and the manicured lawns until her eyes slowly closed with the ecstasy of it all. The finger inside her was joined by a second, and together they fucked her. And Karen's tongue! Oh, her tongue. The things she did with her tongue! And that tongue was driving her closer to an orgasm, she knew. She could feel it building all along her back and her trembling legs. She felt as though she had been lifted up off her feet and was suspended by nothing but the tongue and the fingers which were loving her cunt. She floated on thin air, high, high up into the sky, while those slippery things toyed ever more frantically with the wet cunt they knew so very well. And then it came upon her. She felt herself cream over the top and begin to batter her cunt lurchingly against Karen's mouth. Her climax lasted a long time, all while she gradually slowed her humping motion and grew aware that she was still upon the ground. The last tiny tremors of her ecstasy passed slowly over her. Karen drew her fingers smoothly and reluctantly from her flooded vagina. The girl's face was still pressed softly against Emily's opened pussy, and her tongue licked gently at the inner lips and the entrance of her hole. But then the tongue too removed itself. Emily felt one last slow kiss encompass her entire hairy sex, and then Karen's face emerged from underneath her dress.
Her lover's pretty face smiled up at Emily, and she s aw that Karen's chin and lips were coated with her cunt juices. The lips opened in a grin. "Hi," her friend said.
"Hi," Emily smiled back. "What a way to say hello."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Oh, you!"
Karen stood up. The world around them began to come back into reality for Emily, but nevertheless-or perhaps for that very reason Emily took Karen's face quite openly between her hands and drew it toward her so that she could taste her puss y still warm upon Karen's mouth. It was a brazen gesture, outright and provocative.
And performing it, as her tongue slowly licked her own taste off of Karen's lips, Emily grew intensely excited. She hoped that some of the tennis people might be watching.
All of them, in fact. She especially wanted Adrian to be aware that her tongue was licking her own cunt water off Karen's face. She knew just what such a sight would be doing to that great and lovely cock she had spent the afternoon with. It would be stirring anxiously inside his elegant trousers, wanting her again, wanting her mouththis very mouth that kissed deeply into the other woman's wanting it to close around its hot head and suck all the salty, white come from within.
What the hell, she thought wildly. If you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Finally, she broke the kiss and glanced sideways to look her astonished audience right in the eye. Of course, as fate would have it, no one had been watching at all.
Karen found it difficult to catch her breath. "Jesus, what a kiss," she murmured.
But Emily was angry and disappointed. The one time she really had wanted to be watched! Damnation.
"Oh look," cried Karen then. "You've spilled your drink."
Indeed she had, all over the front of her dr ess, in fact, she had not only spilled the drink, but she had dropped the glass as well. Now that she thought back on it, she seemed to recall a faint impression of letting the glass go just as she came, but the orgasm had been so very wonderful that at the time she had not even noticed.
"I'd better change my clothes," she decided.
"I'll come with you. Can I take a shower in your room?"
"Of course."
Emily discovered that her room was cool, and blue, and shady at seven in the evening. With some little surprise, the fact was borne in upon her that she had lived in this house for less than twenty-four hours. She had never seen her room at this hour!
Karen, however, was not impressed by anything except the proximity of the shower.
She pulled her tennis shirt over her head and flung it into a chair. Her small, flat tits were glimmering with sweat, as were her shoulders and back. She kicked off her sneakers while unzipping her shorts, pulled both them and her panties down and off, and was naked before Emily even had a chance to unbutton her own bodice. A light and quick kiss landed on Emily's lips, and then she saw her friend's straight back disappearing through the bathroom door. "Ooo, this is going to feel good!" came a gleeful exclamation, and water began pour in the shower.
Emily took more time undressing. She opened the front of her dress and then stood for a long moment watching nothing in particular out the window. She pushed the windows open to allow a fr agrant and soothing air to circulate around her. It was an evening keen with slanting sun. The peak behind the house blazed golden as the long rays caught its granite sides. The view westward was astounding. Hardly a cloud masked the setting of the sun. The entire expanse of the heavens was delicately colored for her enjoyment. She pulled the soiled dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it. Cool air titillated her belly and her thighs. She watched as the sun sank behind the far horizon. What a day it had been, to be sure!
Then she felt a moist face and the wet ends of hair brush the back of her neck as she stood enchanted by the sunset. "Let me help "you with that," came a whisper, and the catch of her bra was undone.
She leaned back against her soft and towel swathed friend as hands came up to nuzzle at her gorgeous breasts. "I wasn't going to take it off," she murmured.
"Pity."
"We shouldn't. I'm tired."
"Oh God, such wonderful tits!"
Emily looked down her front to her breasts. They were being swung lightly from side to side by Karen's slim brown hands, and her nipples were being tweaked by longish fingernails. It was an arousing sight, and yet her tits were so very big that she felt self-conscious about them with Karen here. Now Karen's were nice tits. They were an understatement, more subtle, more restrained than her own overblown exuberance.
Again, Karen complimented her upon her breasts.
"You know," said Emily, turning to face her lover, "that makes me feel ridiculous.
Arthur used to say things like that too. As though I had had any choice! He'd say, ‘You have such big tits, and it would sound as though it were a condition', as you would say, ‘You have pneumonia.'
Karen chuckled, but her hands cupped those big breasts again and wheeled them upon Emily's chest.
"They aren't me," Emily continued. "I can't say, ‘Le tits c'est moi,' like the Sun King."
"Well, they may not be you, but they certainly add to all of that which is you."
"You're just as impossible as my husband."
"I admit it."
"I wish you'd stop doing that."
"I'm afraid I just can't."
"But this is… Karen, stop it. I'm hungry."
"Dinner won't be for another hour."
"Oh."
"Time enough to eat then."
"But we shouldn't, really."
"Ah, that's exactly where you're wrong, my love."
"I've been through so much today already."
"It's the best time."
"Karen!" Emily found herself backed against the bed. Somehow her knees buckled, and now she lay across the counterpane upon her back. "Karen, please. I'm tired."
"You'll get your second wind."
"If you only knew what happened this afternoon!"
"I'll bet I do." Karen, propped on one elbow next to her reclining friend, looked up from the fascinating view with which she had been occupied. Her hand continued to make its enchanting, light circles on Emily's stretched belly flesh though. She even expanded its area of operations, and Emily closed her eyes for a second as she felt the fingertips brush across the sensitive hairs which puddled in such profusion across the bottom of her body. "When Larry told me that you'd ridden off to the lake with Angela and Adrian, I was pretty certain what would happen. That's Adrian's method with a new girl."
"Oh, damn it all! Do you mean it was a setup?,' "It sure was, my friend," grinned Karen. I'll bet I can even tell you what happened.
When you got there, it was hot, and Adrian suggested a swim."
"No, Angela did."
"Same thing. And then you said, ‘But I haven't got a suit.' ‘Don't worry about a thing,' quoth Adrian, and-zip!-off with his clothes. Zip! there went Angela's clothes too.
And there you were. Nothing for it but to strip off yourself and dive in."
"Well, more or less."
"Right. And then first thing you knew, there was Adrian with that enormous cock all hard up against you, and Angela was pressed against your back. She likes that, Angela does, being behind you and directing the whole business. And then, as they say, one thing led to another."
"It sure did." Emily grinned ruefully.
"What'd they have you do?" Karen's fingers increased their pressure slightly upon the lower slopes of Emily's tired cunt, and, to Emily's surprise, she felt herself growing wet once again.
"Oh, I don't know… "
"Did he fuck you? Did he slide that big cock up into your hot cunt? Huh, Emily? Did he hick this cunt I like so much?" Her fingers had burrowed down through the hair now and were occupying themselves with soothing along the puffy edges of Emily's lips.
"No. No, he didn't."
"You blew him then, didn't you, Emily?"
"Well, I-"
"Didn't you? And Angela helped."
"Yes, she did. It was… I've never done anything like that before. Both of us at the same time. It was… "
"It was what?" Karen's fingers had found a little syrup now and they commenced to rub it into the red flesh of her friend's inner lips. "What was it?"
"Well, it was, um, it was… "
"Yes?"
"It was, well, nice."
"Ah. I thought so. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes. I did."
"And it's exciting you all over again, isn't it? It's making your beautiful, hairy cunt all excited."
"Yes." It was a whisper. Emily's eyes were closed.
"You like to think about it while I play with your stiff clit, don't you?"
"Yes. Oh yes!"
"And did you eat Angela too? Did you, Emily? Did you lick her little pussy with your tongue?"
"No, I-"
"But you wanted to, didn't you?"
"Oh, I did. Yes, I wanted to suck her cunt! I wanted it!"
"Would you like to suck my cunt, Emily?"
"Oh!"
"This creamy cunt I have between my thighs?"
"Oh, don't say it!"
"You'd like to suck it now, isn't that right?" Emily felt her lover shifting her position on the bed. Her eyes were still shut as she caught a heavy whiff of cunt musk. "YOU want this wet cunt against your tongue, Emily. You need to have it all open and slippery upon your mouth, don't you?"
And as Emily breathed "yes" once more, she felt hairs tickle her nose and lips. Her eyes flew open. Karen's ass hung over her face, stretched open, and her emit was being lowered toward her mouth. The white flesh loomed everywhere. Her entire world was composed of Karen's slender ass and her long cunt. The wet folds touched her nose, and she pursed her lips so that they might contact them. Her tongue came out and pressed itself hard up into the runny slit which was stretched so far open. Karen groaned and sank her weight upon Emily's face. Emily's nose was buried in Karen's open vagina, bathed in the woman's juices, and she found it difficult to breathe. But the ecstasy of that cunt utterly drowning her was too much.
Her hands circled Karen's slim thighs and opened her ass cheeks even more.
Karen's asshole, surrounded by its few red hairs, stretched before her eyes, and she rubbed her fingertip across the opening. The muscle flinched when she did it, so she did it again. Soon, she was pressing the very tip of one finger into the hole. It sank slowly out of sight, one joint and then another, and Emily felt her lover lowering her own torso. It was at that moment that Karen's mouth pressed itself into her own cunt, and a frantic tongue began to lave her clit and lips. Emily raised her legs and crossed them over Karen's shoulders so as to provide her friend with as much cunt as possible, and she slowly commenced to sling her cunt against the woman's face.
Totally absorbed in their mutual lovemaking, the two women pressed their faces ever harder into each other's flowing sexes, until the slits were mashed open and their tongues were aching with the constant flickering. Emily came first. Her orgasm swept over her like a wave of darkness, and she held Karen tightly in the embrace of her thighs. She slung her cunt against the woman's face as though Karen had been a man, and it had been his pelvis which banged upon her clit while his long cock slammed into her cunt deeper and deeper. She shook and shuddered frantically as the come possessed her, and then, as it began to subside, Karen lifted her face from Emily's dripping pussy.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Emily heard her friend begging, and she redoubled the pressure of her tongue on the woman's clit. She sank her finger all the way into Karen's asshole, pulled it out, and plunged it in again. Her other hand grabbed a handful of ass flesh and shook it frantically, slamming the clit against her tongue even harder, harder, rubbing Karen's asshole maddeningly against the finger which plowed into it.
"I'm gonna come," she heard. "Oh, I'm going to come! I'm coming now. Here I go! I'm coming! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The orgas m nearly drowned Emily, so desperately did Karen sink her cunt into her lover's face. But the wrenching jerks of those hips against her made her ecstatic.
Karen was coming against her very own tongue! She was making her friend come, and come, and come and the juices of that famished cunt poured along her face. Oh, how wonderful it was to feel those slowly quieting shudders and k now that Karen had celebrated a tremendous come!
Replete and moist, the lovers lay in their flung positions upon the bed. Evening sounds came to them through the window. A bird sang sorrowfully after the departed sun. And was that a hit of Larry's harmonica? A car started up and drove away. An errant breeze stirred the curtains and slid along their cooling bodies. Voices passed under their window, and from the stables came the neigh of a horse.
Karen's head rested upon Emily's outstretched arm. She turned her face and snuggled into Emily's armpit. Her lips lightly kissed the hair there, and she murmured, "This is really the best part."
"I know," Emily replied. "Afterwards."
Yup.
Silence closed in upon them again. Emily felt even more hungry now than before, but she was too lazy to move. "It must be about time for dinner," she mused.
"Just about."
"Ought to get up."
"Ought to," and Karen kissed Emily's armpit again. "Smells good in here," she commented.
"Hey, that tickles!"
"Sorry."
"I'm hungry."
"So am I."
"Know what's for dinner?"
"No. I decided not to be a maid today."
"YOU have a pretty cushy job."
"Sure do." Karen's hand closed warmly over Emily's breast. "I do like these."
"Well, I do too, when you do."
Her friend raised her head to kiss the wide, limp nipple, and then her face collapsed back down again. "Whew! I'm done in. Eight sets of tennis, and then this!"
"I'm pretty well exhausted too. It seems like I've been doing nothing except coming since I got here."
"Not a bad way to live," Karen chuckled.
"You're right, at that. I'd never have thought I would have the stamina."
"I told you there was a lot going on here."
"You also said there were people who didn't do it. I'd like to meet one of them right about now!"
"Too bad for you, kiddo," grinned Karen. "That was a lie."
"I was afraid of that," Emily sighed. She raised herself onto her elbow, dislodging Karen's face, and looked down at her friend. "This is all damned confusing to me, you know."
"I know it must be, dear. I'm sorry about that."
"Not that I'd want to be doing anything else," Emily grinned, and her hand landed upon Karen's cunt. The girl jumped. "I rather like it, you know?"
"I thought you did. Somehow I got that impression."
"But," and she heaved herself onto her stomach, "I'm too confused even to think."
"Then don't. Just let it be."
"As they say.'
"As they say."
"And I don't miss Arthur so terribly anymore. I am lonely for him, true, but I have the feeling that I'm finding something out about myself that I couldn't if he were here."
"Probably."
"But that doesn't mean I won't go back to him. I was thinking about it as I rode home this afternoon. I'd always assumed it was something besides sex which was driving me away. Our sex wasn't too great, but I thought it was some deep, psychological thing of some sort which was causing the split. But now I think maybe it was sex after all. Or what sex stands for maybe, an access to the body perhaps. A trust in the body. Arthur was always too cerebral. He didn't trust his body. It scared him, really, poor man.
"May I say something?"
"Well, of course."
"It's a warning. Don't get believing that sex is anything other than what it is."
"Oh, I understand that."
"Not yet, you don't. It's just that I've been here for almost a year. I was even less sure of myself when I came than you were, if you can believe that. And I've gained a lot of confidence through my body and exploring my emotions. But it's a limited road, Emily. There's got to be some love too, something holy-if I may use such a wordto translate that body knowledge into a lifestyle."
Emily mused upon that for a moment, then said, "You make a good point."
"It's just that I'm about ready to leave this place. I can't go any further here. I need to be part of a home maybe, a real home, not like this place. I mean this is just something out of Playboy. It's Adrian's big fantasy trip. Everyone fucking all the time with anyone who happens to be in bed with them. It's okay for the people who come up from the cities for a holiday-they have lives to go back to. But what about us who are here all the time? We're just sort of like another fixture of the place, like the horses, or the mountains. That's why I like you so well. You came here by accident.
You didn't know what you were getting into. You remind me of myself, you see.
Emily rolled over onto her back and stared at the canopy over her head. "I don't think I'm going to get too carried away."
"That's what they all say, my love."
"Well, I can always just leave, right?"
"Sure. So can I."
Emily glanced at Karen's serious face and then sat up. "You know, I really am hungry."
"Hey! So am I. Come on."