I have a little feast

I take off my shirt just to be safe—I don’t think I’m too likely to get Emma’s juices on it, but why take the chance if I don’t have to? Emma looks down and gives me a shy smile; it’s clear she likes what she sees. Once the shirt is safely tossed onto a side table, I have her stand up so I can get off the sofa, then tell her to lie down. I arrange her with one foot up on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, then kneel down on the floor next to her. I open her lips further with my thumbs and spend a few moments admiring the pretty little snatch presented for my inspection. It’s small and delicate, and not very deep despite outer lips that are somewhat puffy. Her fur, a rich, warm brown to match her hair, is thick on her Venus mound, but there’s very little on her lips. The inside of her cleft is a little rosier than her nipples, except for her proud clit, which is a blushing pink. Her inner lips are delicate waves that are pinker at the base than at their coppery edges.

I trace the floor of Emma’s slit with my nose, feeling her squirm, and breathe deep. Her aroma is light and musky with strong notes of bitter spice. When I reach her lovebud, I spend a few moments stroking it with the tip of my nose, enjoying the small, high-pitched sounds she makes in response, then paint it with the flat of my tongue. She tastes sweeter than I expected—almost as sweet as her moan of pleasure at my touch.

Emma mewls like a kitten when I slip a hand into her twat to play with her pussy lips, then louder when I trail it up to brush her clit. I caress it lightly with two fingers, then swipe it lightly with my thumb. Her moan breaks off with a gasp when I press on it with my thumb and gently wiggle it. I bend forward to capture my lips with hers, passionately French kissing her pussy, and her gasp goes up at least an octave. I suck her inner labia into my mouth with my tongue between them, licking and sucking on them and grazing them slightly with my teeth, enjoying the feel of her body writhing under my oral ****.

When I shift down and try to tongue-fuck Emma, I realize immediately that she’ll need to be stretched a little first. I bring up my free hand to play in her twat and reach out to wrap the other around one of her soft peaks. With the one, I capture a stiff, copper-hued nipple and tweak it gently; with the other, I tease her tight, wet opening with the tip of one finger. I’m not willing to settle for one finger, though, so I add a second one beside it. Slowly, I push two fingers inside, feeling the elastic resistance despite all the lubrication. She gasps and arches her spine, then mewls loudly when I fasten my lips around her love button and lash it with my tongue.

While I work my fingers slowly into Emma’s hotbox, I suck her clit as deep into my mouth as I can. I suckle her slick flesh, enjoying her nectar, and flicker my tongue over her joystick. I squeeze her supple mound, twirling its eager tip and kneading her ample titflesh with my fingers. I pinch her nipple, roll her heavy boob against my palm, and curl my tongue around her sweet pearl, all the while driving my fingers inexorably deeper into her tight, wet heat. Her breath comes faster and faster, and her moans grow ragged.

Finally, my knuckles rest in her juicy slit. I hold them there a few moments, enjoying the tight squeeze of her box, then start corkscrewing my fingers out and in. I reach the other hand across to her other tit, pulling and twisting its diamond-hard point in rhythm with my fingers pumping her cunt. I get the best seal I can with my lips and suck on Emma’s clit like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw, and she starts bucking her hips. “Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh—” she pants, volume and pitch rising with each sound, before exploding into climax with a wild shriek. I grip her boob as her body thrashes on the sofa. Her fucktunnel clamps down hard, making it very difficult to keep fingerfucking her, but I do anyway, just as I keep suckling her clit. Her nectar froths around my fingers and runs down her ass crack, making a noticeable spot on the towel.

After a while, Emma’s body calms. I pull my fingers out of her honeypot, wait until her eyes open, then pop them in my mouth to suck off her girl-cum. She moans lustfully at the sight. I slip that hand under her ass, and she starts to relax . . . until I bend forward to plunge a rolled-up tongue into her shining fuckhole. I flex my tongue against the tight muscle of her walls, press my lips into her quim, and suck hard. I bring the hand on her tit down to capture her joystick; when I pinch it lightly and twirl it a little, she shrieks. Her body shakes and quivers, then erupts into another orgasm with a high, wild cry. Her cunt squeezes my tongue and floods my mouth with girl-honey. Before her cry dies away from lack of breath, a loud scream from the other loveseat tells me what Makayla has been doing, and what she thought of the spectacle.

I keep frigging and tongue-fucking Emma until I feel her muscles release, then sit up and turn to look at Makayla. I see her lolled back on the loveseat with her shirt pushed up, one hand resting on her sweet little tit, and the other hand still buried in her sex. Her eyes open, staring unfocused at the ceiling for several moments before she raises her head. “That was . . . wow . . . fuck, that makes me horny . . .” she gasps.

After several moments more, Makayla shakes her head and shifts her arm enough to give her a sidelong look at her watch. “Dave . . . I need Dave . . .” she moans. “He’ll be home . . .” She pauses for a few deep, calming breaths. “If I don’t go fuck him silly, this will end up a threesome, and I don’t want to do that to either him or Emma.” She scrambles up, pulling up her pants with one hand and sticks the pussy-coated fingers of the other one in my mouth. Surprised, I suck them off, and she grins. “Just a little reward for you,” she smirks. She wipes her fingers on the towel she’s been sitting on, then pulls down her shirt and turns away. “Emma can lock up,” she calls over her shoulder as she hurries out the door.