Waiting to be cared for

Emma's head dropped back on her pillow and she let out a soft groan of lust. She dimly listened to Anne's footsteps as she headed back to the kitchen, but it was the lasting image of Anne's ass, outlined in her tight jeans, that dominated her thoughts.

Emma's fingers wrapped around her hard shaft and began to gently stroke it. Her mind was consumed with images of her girlfriend, the soft curves of her body being explored in Emma's head. Need coursed through Emma's body as she imagined her lover being filled with the new cock that now graced Emma.

Her hand pumping swiftly, Emma's mind filled with images of Anne's sweet slit being pierced by Emma's cock. She imagined bending Anne over and filling her, how her round buttocks would shudder under Emma's thrusts, how her soft flesh would part and embrace Emma's dick.

As she pumped her length, Emma's breath had quickened and her awareness was focused on the rising pleasure from her new organ. Suddenly, the sharp rap of footsteps intruded into Emma's lusty haze. Quickly adjusting herself, she barely hid the large tent in her blanket as the door opened.

Anne stepped into the room, as Emma tried to keep her eye's on her girlfriend's face rather than the enticing swell of her breasts.

"So what's wrong babe? Is there anything I can do to make it better?" Anne asked innocently.

Emma hesitated for a moment, before roughly pulling back the blanket to reveal her engorged shaft. Anne's eye's snapped open wide as her jaw dropped open in shock.

"Wha...whaa..."

As Anne's body recovered from the shock, her mind went from blank to overflowing with questions.

"What's is that?! I mean, I know what it is, but what's it doing on you? It looks so real!..." Anne's hand tentatively reached out. As her fingers softly brushed the warm, throbbing head, she gasped in shock and pulled her hand away. A parallel gasp of pleasure and frustration came from Emma at the soft caress.

"I don't know how it happened Anne - I woke up, and there it was. But yes, it's part of me. I felt you touching it. It felt so good. I can't think. All I can feel is how much it needs release. I need you Anne, help me. I need you to touch it, to stroke it..."

Anne was clearly in shock. As seconds ticked by Emma waited with baited breath to see how her lover would respond to the shock - would she agree? Would she panic? Could Emma resist the lure of Anne's body long enough to find out?