L.C.T.F. Ch. 05

'Oh Emma, it's wonderful,' I said lamely, unable to express myself in words that even came close.

'I'm so turned on Martin,' she moaned. 'I'm sorry if I... if I...' A raindrop of pussy juice plopped onto my bottom lip from her gyrating quim. 'Oh fuck I'm so wet!'

Finally unable to control myself, I stretched my neck, extended my tongue, and flicked it against her cunt. I needed that taste more than anything. Auguste Escoffier himself, using the finest ingredients known to man, could not have conjured a more exquisite delicacy. I went back for more, this time taking a big ice-cream lick from the expanding, dripping pink folds, as Emma's divine jugs continued to wobble around my cock.

'Oh Martin!' Emma yelped breathlessly. 'What are you... what are you doing?'

'I'm sorry I can't resist any more,' I wailed between delicious mouthfuls of pussy. I knew it was wrong, but something in my brain had snapped. 'You turn me on so much.'

It was as though Emma had been waiting for this all along. In one balletic manoeuvre she swung her leg up and swivelled her torso round, instantly, and cruelly, robbing me simultaneously of the comforting cock-warmth of her silky cleavage, and the rich, salty, umami tang of her cunt. Her other leg swung up and suddenly she was facing me, her tits dangling outrageously above my face and then...

She descended onto my cock.

In one plunging drop, her sopping, gaping fanny swallowed me whole.

'I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!' she gabbled, as she used my cock to fuck herself toward orgasm.

'We... we shouldn't...' was all I could manage. But even as I was protesting I was taking her heavy wobbling boobs in my tingling hands, all sensation disappearing as my metabolism channeled its every resource to my roaring erection.

Emma howled a high-pitched cry of ecstasy as her orgasm hit. 'Oh Christ oh fuck that feels amazing!' she laughed between squeals of pleasure.

'I'm... I'm going to...' I stammered dizzily.

Thinking quickly, Emma disengaged herself from me with a plop, scrambled down to the end of the bed where she knelt between my legs. 'Quick, cum between my boobs!'

I pushed myself down until my raw, twitching erection sandwiched itself into her naturally tight cleavage where, with no further assistance, a fountain of jism, visibly enhanced by Alex's magic combination of supplements, shot high above both of us, erupting repeatedly out of the by now desensitized tip of my throbbing penis. The majority of it out of the way, Emma took her tits in her hands and massaged me delicately to a gradually decelerating finish, the last couple of thick wads sprawling, exhausted, onto those bulging orbs.

Emma crawled woozily onto the bed and collapsed next to me. We lay there, panting heavily, for several minutes. Emma turned to me. 'Martin I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have...'

'It's... it's my fault,' I mumbled groggily. 'I shouldn't have licked you like that.'

'Thank-you so much for the orgasm. I've needed to cum for weeks now, and I'm not getting it from Henry. All I've wanted is to be able to think straight without constantly obsessing about sex.'

'Glad I could help,' I said. It was the least I could do, in fairness.

Emma, showered and dressed, joined me for a vodka in the kitchen before leaving. 'It's OK,' she said. 'It never happened.' She left three twenties and a ten on the kitchen table, put her coat on, and departed into the evening.