Emily Is On

Undressing her is always a delight. Slipping her dress down over her shoulders from behind, and kissing her neck and shoulders. Slowly revealing her back before the dress falls in a crumpled heap at her bare feet. 

Emily, like me, isn’t one for thongs, plain, simple, cotton hi-cuts or as she calls them ‘school panties’ are her mark…or no panties at all. My kind of girl! 

I reach around her and cup her boobs. They’re bigger than mine (whose aren’t?) and, at this time of the month, I know they’re exquisitely sensitive. I hold them firmly, but gently as my thumbs stroke across her nipples. She reaches behind me and finds my bum cheeks. I’m already naked apart from panties. As we pull each other in close, my boobs press into her back. Emily likes to call them my tits…or sometime, my titties. Using those words seems to turn her on. So be it. 

I reach a hand down her tummy. It is toned, with only the gentlest of swells before reaching her pubic mound. A month ago, she shaved…just to see what it felt like. Now the hair is growing back in and she feels almost pubescent. In the Mew Year, we have booked her laser treatment, but for now, there is a sparse growth….it feels delicious…naughty….my finger finds her clit and Emily stiffens with pleasure. 

I press forward against her back firmly enough to force her to take a pace towards our bed. Soon she is on it on all fours where I have halted her. I kiss down her back. Slowly. Taking each vertebra at a time until I come to her panties. Under normal circumstances, they would be visibly wet by now, but. Tampon prevents that. I ease them down over her perfect bum and down to her knees. I can see her bum cheeks, and the backs of her thighs and between them, her cunt lips and the small white string which, for some reason, really turns me on. I desperately want to use my teeth to tug the tampon out of her and suck her off, but I don’t think she is quite ready for that just yet. She has allowed me to lick her clit while she’s on, but not the ultimate of probing her cunt with my tongue. 

I kiss each bum cheek alternately, nibbling sometimes, and placing a small love bite here and there. I place my hands on the firm flesh as I kiss her and slowly….very, very slowly, I spread her cheeks apart. I try to do it so she won’t even notice. And there, deep down, is my goal. I allow the tip of my tongue the merest touch on the soft, puckered skin. I watch as it contracts, and I hear Emily moan with delight “Oh my God. Please..keep that in!” I touch her again. More firmly this this and for longer, giving her bum hole distinct licks. 

I reach around Emily and find that she already has a hand between her legs and is masturbating. Perfect. Just what I like. I can concentrate on her bum. I feel her relax. A strange way to put it, and I’m not sure that expression actually describes what has happened, but the muscles around her bum seem to loose their tone. Her bum hole becomes soft, compliant. 

God blessed me with an unusually long tongue, but it’s take me several years to give it the rigidity I need for this. I place the tip of my tongue on her bum hole and gently but firmly push. Emily gasps. Her head and shoulders are lying flat on the bed now, her head to one side. In the bedroom mirror, I can see her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open. 

My tongue edges in further….and still further….until I can’t get it in any deeper. I can just about get my lips to the skin, and I do what I know she wants to hear. I give her a sucky kiss. It’s more noise than suction, but with my tongue in her arse, she likes the sound and feeling, plus the mental image that I’m sucking her arse. 

Emily cums. Despite the tampon, her Bartholins glands are pouring and her cunt is wet. As her orgasm begins to subside I withdraw my now aching tongue and treat myself to a lick of her cunt. I even cheat a little by pushing my tongue inside her. It renews her orgasmic contractions, and eeks it out a little longer. I have no doubt that one day she will let me lick her out at this time of the month. 

She flops forward onto the bed. “Oh my God. That was intense. Promise me you’ll never stop doing that.” Easy promise to make. Then she says, “Let me watch?” I know what she wants, and I’m happy to give it to her. We both love simply watching each other masturbate. Sometimes the passive one is silent, sometimes we talk. Sometimes the talk is pure unadulterated filth, sometimes tender expressions of love and affection.

So I take my place on the bed in my now soaked panties. I begin by lightly stroking my boobs and teasing my nipples up hard. Emily stares round eyed at me. She asks me if I need a toy. I don’t. Not this time. Then she asks me if I want her to talk to me. Hmm…actually yes, I think I’d like that. I never need to specify what I’d like to hear. It is led by her intimate knowledge of me, and by her own mood. As she begins to speak, my hand travels down between my legs. 

“You look very young in this half light. I can imagine you coming home from school feeling antsy. I can imagine your discarded uniform in a crumpled heap on the floor, and you, flopped onto your bed. Look at you, 15 years old, stroking the outside of your panties. And just look how wet they are, you naughty girl. Imagine if the nuns knew.” 

I pull my feet up almost to my bum and let my knees flop apart.

“I wonder if today will be the day? Go on. Slip your hand under the waistband.” I do as she says. Miss brain is feeding me a thousand images of adolescent masturbation. “I wonder if today you will finally finger fuck yourself and get rid of that hymen? Look. There’s Steve watching you.” (Oh clever girl! Steve was my first ever boy crush) “Why don’t you pull your panties aside and let him see your cunt?” (Well, I did. Mine was the first cunt he’d ever seen.) 

It’s as if Steve was in the room. Tentatively, and after three or four false starts, I ease the crotch of my panties aside…just like I did that hot, sticky Wednesday afternoon. “There! That’s a good girl. Imagine, if he had got his cock out and put it just at your hole. (My left hand index and middle finger mirror her words) And then he pushes up you.” A yelp escapes me. I am totally into the picture she is creating for me. Even though in real life I lost my cherry to a candle, who cares? This is really doing it for me. 

“Finger-fuck yourself. Do it. Show me how a girl makes herself cum.” My left hand is now between my legs, two fingers buried deep in me while my right hand holds the left hand’s wrist keeping it down there. The heel of my left hand is perfectly placed on my clit….I’m almost there.

Emily changes tack. She broadens her accent out and talks to me as if I’d been discovered playing with myself by one of the nuns. “Sure, look at yer self, yer dorty bitch. Well? Go on then. Finish. Sure, you’d make the blessed virgin herself weep.” 

Miss Brain gives me a contrasting image. This time, it’s the lovely, young, and very pretty Sister Angela who has discovered me in my sin. Instead of cursing me, she quietly locks the classroom door, pulls the blind down, and reaches up her habit, under which she is naked. She pushes a finger inside herself and then offer it to my lips. As I imagine myself sucking her finger, I cum wildly and explosively on the bed. 

Emily waits for the storm to subside before crawling up beside me and we hold each other. I reach between her legs and tentatively tug the little string. I look deep into her eyes. ‘I want you. I want you no matter what…no matter what your cycle is doing.” 

Emily looks back at me with equal intensity. “I know my sweet, I know.” There is an unspoken moment. A million words pass between us in total silence. Emily opens her legs, and slowly I pull the tampon out.