As Emily had hoped that it might, the music occurred again that evening. It crept up the stairs of that vast, night-shrouded house. It flooded like a tide along the corridor outside her bedroom. It flecked and whirled against her door until It found a crack underneath through which it could seep. Scintillating, as it had been last night.
Pulsing, demanding, intoxicating. Emily smiled. Yes, well, she thought she knew pretty much what it was all about down ther e. She had waited, and here it was, and this was the time. Now she would beat them at their own game, and then perhaps she really\ could take charge once more.
She rose and placed the screen before the fire. Was she dressed properly? What did one wear, after all? But she had chosen the ensemble with care. Her frilliest and most insubstantial panties, a skirt both comfortable and alluring, quite a tight sweater, and, of course, no bra. It was attractive, useful, and easily discarded. She studied herself in the mirror for a moment and struck a hipshot pose. Not bad. She nicked up her honey hair, gave her nipples a pinch so they would stand out against the sweater, and she was ready. Look out below!
But it was not to be so. Last night, she had crept as silently as might be through the darkened house. Now she was a guest in her own right, and she might not be gainsaid should she wander the corridors in the moonlight. And yet, just as had occurred last night, her descent was interrupted. Seemingly from nowhere, an arm and voice arrested her just as she was about to open the cellar door.
"Hey!" It was a man she had never seen before, older, perhaps fifty, in evening dress. "Hey," he repeated himself.
"Yes?" she answered, somewhat coldly to be sure. His hand on her upper arm was tight.
You II do.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Come along."
"But I was just going down- "Going down, were you?"
"Yes." Emily was uncertain that she wanted to know this man any better than she already did. "Yes, down to the music."
"Ha!"
Emily attempted to draw away. "Look, I-"
"Come with me, chickie." He began to tug her back toward the front of the house.
"But I was going-"
"Yeah. I heard you. He was a thin man, with a clipped voice, and he was hurrying her across the parquet of the entrance hall. It was happening too fast. "I'm not certain that I want to-"
"To be sure. To be thoroughly sure."
But
"You were going down, weren't you?"
But
"Yeah."
"But-" And they were outside. A small but chilly breeze swept around the corner of the house. It burrowed quickly through the knitting of Emily's sweater and hardened her big nipples. And she was barefoot.
"Look." Emily was beginning to grow alarmed. "I don't even know you."
"You will, chicide. Believe me." His fingers tightened upon her upper arm, and he began leading her to the left along the veranda.
Now, at last, she dug in her heels, figuratively of course. That flagstone was cold.
"No! I'm not going. I don't know you, and I don't like the way you're acting, and I won't go with you."
"You like it that way, do you?" Before she had a chance to speak or to understand what he meant, he swung himself behind her and had her arm in a hammer-lock.
Forcing her wrist up between her shoulder blades caused her to arch her back sharply, and this thrust her pointed breasts out farther even than usual. His left hand took the opportunity to seize one of the massive glands and squeeze it too hard.
"I'll scream," she warned him, and she drew in a breath with which to carry out her threat.
"I don't think you will," came his calm, thin voice. The hand mauling her tit clamped itself instead across her mouth. "I think you'll just be a quiet, good, little chickie with big tits, arid come right along with me. We'll have lots of fun together, you'll see."
Indeed, he was too strong for her, and she had no choice but to go with him. He maintained his pressure on her arm just forcefully enough to discourage resistance but without doing her any real injury. And as she marched along, he whispered to her through her hair.
Really! He was not a nice man at all. The things he was saying! About her poor titties, how big they were, and how hard her nipples. Just as she had been saying to Karen this afternoon: he was mistaking her tits for herself. Mis-guided man! He thought that just because she had big breasts, she liked doing that? Men! What conceit. She didn't, really. Well, only with someone she truly loved. Otherwise it was just an act, just lust. And lust was pretty limited after all. Not much to be said about it.
And that. No, truly, she didn't enjoy that at all. No, it was a male fantasy altogether.
They thought you liked it, they tried to make you believe you liked it, but it was uncomfortable. And boring, when you came right down to it, and now here he was harping on her cunt again, its size and warmth and hairiness. She was afraid that his speculations in that particular regard were quite correct. Oh damn, why did she have to have such abundance? Her cunt, for example, was a rather hirsute specimen, actually quite lovely when you came to think about it, as cunts go, which may not be very far, but who cares anyway? It wasn't, as this awful man kept claiming, the size that mattered. It was the love which activated it. It ain't the meat, it's the motion, as the song says. You can't share anything simply on the basis of a cunt! And juicy.
There he goes on again about how juicy it probably is. He even thinks she's getting excited right now. He guesses that her cream is beginning to gather between her legs. Well, really! That wasn't happening at all. At all. No, this was a potentially dangerous situation, and her mind was exclusively on means by which she might escape. That's what anyone would be thinking of right now, escape. After all, she was afraid. Who knew what might happen to her? His intentions were clear, that was for certain. The things he was saying about his cock and how har d she was making it. Well, goodness, she wasn't doing anything. It wasn't any of her doing. She could feel the gross thing pressed hard against her rump as she walked, forcing its brazen way between her buttocks, and she knew that she hadn't done anything to make him feel that way. It really wasn't exc iting her at all to be propelled this way through the dark toward who-knew-what exotic fate. Nor was that cock against her ass affecting her. Any sexual anticipation she might have felt up in her r oom was gone now. Of course, it was. Now it was just a matter of escaping. She really didn't care that he was going to do that. Awl she most certainly was not ever going to be persuaded to do that. No, sir. And the thought of it was not making her cunt get creamy. Her cunt was perfec tly arid, she could assure him, thank you very much. His talk was not making her grow squishy. Her nipples were hard, she would have to admit that, yes, but they were hard purely because of the cold. It was cold out here, and it was only because of the cold that she was pressing herself backwards against him. It did not, repeat not, have anything to do with that stiff erection between her cheeks.
Emily's attention was now drawn to the fact that they had arrived at the door of the greenhouse. So this was the place. The man took his hand off her mouth long enough to open the door and propel her through into the warm, humid air. As he turned from her to close the door, it occurred to her that she could have made her escape then. She could at least have screamed. But she hadn't thought of it in time, and now her fate was sealed. She felt sorry for herself as she stood still and waited for him to finish closing the door. If she had stayed in her room where she belonged …
The gravel paving was painful to her bare feet. The man took her arm again and led her along one of the paths. It was quite a large greenhouse, filled with exotic flora, even trees, and from somewhere ahead came the cheerful tinkle of falling water. The man had contemptuously released his hand from over her mouth. It would seem he didn't care whether she screamed or not. Perhaps he even wanted her to scream.
She had heard of men who liked that. Well, she wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. By God, she wasn't going to scream, and that was just that. He would have to get along without her screaming. If he thought he could make her scream, well!
In the center of the greenhouse stood a sm all fountain, maintained to increase the humidity and to provide a peaceful spot for contemplation, should anyone want to use it. A small lawn sloped down into the ordered plantings from the fountain. The moonlight made everything curiously black and white. What colors there were were severely muted. It was all rather eerie. The man shoved Emily out upon the lawn where she stood massaging her aching shoulder. Now, she supposed, he would have his way with her, and then she could get on with her business in the cellar. She had a point to make to the Blacks down there, and she was growing impatient with all this silly business. She was just about to say, "Let's get on with it," when he interrupted her by calling, "Look what I found."
She couldn't imagine to whom he was speaking until she saw two more men emerge from the trees. "She looks as though she'll do," muttered one.
The two also wore evening dress, but they were a good deal younger than the man who had captured her. One, in fact, was quite good-looking, having closely cropped, curly hair and a smiling, pug face. Emily felt that she had met him that afternoon somewhere. All three men seemed completely at ease in this situation.
"She likes to pretend that she isn't interested," explained the older man, "but look all these tits!" With that, he suddenly jerked her sweater out of her skirt and over her head, imprisoning her arms and face inside it.
Emily knew that her towering breasts were bare in the moonlight. She could feel that her nipples were stiff-from cold, as she had previously made clear. Now it was too late to scream. She was trussed up inside her sweater, and no one could possibly hear her. Besides, she had only herself to blame for the predicament. If she had insisted on going down into the cellar instead of being swept along by that man, she would not now be here having her breasts pawed by three men. For they were certainly pawing her. Calloused fingers pulled at her nipples, rough palms jiggled her orbs. The men were chuckling to themselves over their catch. They were awful! And yet… and yet there was something not altogether unpleasant about it. She couldn't see. She was entirely in their hands. She was their captive, and undoubtedly they would make her perform all sorts of strange and erotic maneuvers. It was all rough hands and sharp teeth, hairy bodies, and sweat.
"She's not struggling much," opined one.
"You're right," agreed the original man. Perhaps we ought to make her wiggle a little.
What do you think?"
"Sounds good to me."
The flat of a hard hand was slapped sharply against the end of one of Emily's full breasts, mashing it. The pain was so sudden and so unusual that Emily yelped and jumped to avoid a second blow.
"That's the stuff, chickie. You just keep jiggling them around like that, and I'll not have to slap you again.
Emily struggled desperately to get her head free. Now she did want out of this situation. She was certain that if she explained that a mistake had been made, that she really wasn't the woman they thought she was, they would apologize and let her go. It had been a simple mistake, after all. A misunderstanding.
And then everything stopped. Suddenly, there came no sound from the men. Her sweater was released.
Hastily she pulled the garment down to cover her suffering breasts. She looked around through tousled hair. The three men were looking guiltily along one of the paths which radiated through the plants, and Emily felt a surge of relief when she saw a woman's shape coming their way through the fronds. Such a statuesque silhouette could only belong to Laura Black, her hostess. Now, she was certain, the misunderstanding would be cleared away. The men would let her go and capture instead some legitimate prey.
"What's going on here?" came the query.
"Just a bit of a party," replied the older man. "We've found ourselv es something quite nice, Laura, quite nice indeed. A sexy little cunt with a pair of the most astounding jugs you've ever seen."
And it was all so strange! Laura didn't even flinch at the terrible way the man had described her. Instead, as she ambled up onto the lawn, her face was alive with humor and interest. "Ah, Emily! So you're the one."
"Laura!" Emily stumbled forward. "You don't understand. I don't want to be here.
They're so rough, you see, and unpleasant." Behind her, she heard the men chuckle.
"I was just going downstairs, and this man grabbed me, and-oh! It's so awful." But even as she said it, she realized that it hadn't been, not as awful as she was picturing.
But Laura was sympathetic. "Of course it is, my dear. Of course it is." Laura put her arm around Emily's shoulders. "You don't like this rough treatment. Well, I don't blame you. I wouldn't like it either. No one likes being mauled and pushed about.
Now you just sit there by the fountain, dear, and I'll dry your poor face. You have had such a trying time with these men."
As she had last night, Laura came to the rescue. Emily allowed herself to be seated.
Laura knelt by her side arid dipped some water up on her handkerchief. The coolness was grateful against Emily's flushed and sweating forehead and cheeks, and she began to grow calm. The men, meanwhile, were standing around awkwardly, apparently crestfallen at the failure of their foul scheme.
"No woman likes being roughly treated, my dear. Of course you don't."
Emily felt so very relieved because someone at last understood that her fundamental goodwill bubbled forth once more. It seemed now a happy occasion, a glad gathering of friends who had been brought together, to be sure, by a misunderstanding, but who were now pleased to be in one another's company. She made every effort now to make the men feel at home. She smiled up at her former tormenters. "It's so silly. I would have been happy to meet you all, if you had just asked. I'm sorry if I misled you somehow, but you must admit that you did persist.
They, in their turn, apologized prettily, and soon all five were sitting upon the lawn and chatting about the beauties of the peaks as revealed by moonlight. It was really extraordinarily soothing to lie on her back looking out through the panes at the high, mountain night with these amiable companions.
Someone-Laura-lit a cigarette, took a long puff, and handed it to her. Strange way to smoke a cigarette, she thought, but then she caught a whiff of it. "Ah," she grinned, "ye olde wacky weed."
"Far fucking out," commented the curly headed man.
"Far, as you so rightly put it, fucking out," replied Emily, and she took a long toke. It was green and strong. "Jesus, this is some fine dope," she breathed in that tight voice one uses. She passed the joint along.
And Laura lit a second, thicker than the first, nearly a cigar, and handed that to her.
Soon there were three joints going around, coming to Emily so frequently that she hardly could smoke fast enough to keep up.
"Oooooo, yesssss," she crooned as her first buzz seemed to turn her over and over.
"Oh, it's so good to be stoned again!"
"We grow it ourselves, right here," commented Laura. "Organic."
Emily's sudden splutter at that lost her a lungful of smoke, but it sure was a good joke. She collapsed against Laura and giggled helplessly. "Organic dope?"
"All those little compost-beasties do their good work."
"Who's that guy, the Grape Nuts man?" Emily put on a serious express ion and a drawl as she passed the joint along. "It's taste reminds me of wild hickory nuts."
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 tim e 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 almosttickling 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 m agnificence 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.
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 s econd 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 Laur a'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 nos e against her clit knocked her all the way into her climax.
As she c ame, 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 near ly 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 c ock. 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.