Motherhood doesn't do much for many women's self-image. Emily was by common consent the prettiest of three very striking sisters.
Yet after two children she rather felt that her looks were on the wane. It was true that her children had given her more worry lines than her childless sisters. And it was also true that her small breasts had flattened a little after breast feeding. It was even true that when she went out to clubs with her friend Penny, it was Penny who got the blokes buzzing round her like bees to a honey pot. But what Emily failed to realise was that:
I, on the other hand, was very keenly aware of Emily's appeal. It is perhaps "normal" for a brother-in-law to find his sister-in-law appealing. She reminds me of so many of things I find attractive in my wife, and I'm allowed to be a little closer than usual; yet she is still an unexplored stranger - with unknown desires and needs.
Of course, I'd thought about my needs a lot, and had often wanked thinking about Emily. But I had never really thought about her needs. I knew that she was keen on sex. She would always laugh at any risque jokes, and talked for weeks about the Chippendales when I bought her and my wife tickets to go and see them.
She also liked to flirt a little, teasing me till I'd give her a slap her on her bottom. She'd scamper out of reach, laughing more. Her bottom was usually well displayed in figure hugging leggings. Each round buttock presenting a very slapable target, but "decency" would only allow me one firm, squarely placed slap. "Decency" also stopped me from running my finger along the crack of her bottom and from coming up behind, holding her by the hips, and grinding my groin into the firm but yielding flesh of her bum. ... so as you can see, thinking about Emily's needs quickly turns into thoughts about my own.
Which is why walking into Emily's house to find her posing in front of the full-length hall mirror in just her bra and panties was such a total shock. I was meant to be at work but had gone home with a persistent headache.
After a lie down and some pills I was feeling better and started to potter about. I decided to do some shopping and thought it would be good to pop round to see if Emily was in, have a chat and see if she needed anything. As "family" I am allowed to just walk in. Normally I do so with a cheery "Hello" to advertise my arrival. But perhaps being a bit below par that day I just strolled in.
Emily was standing in front of the hall mirror as if practicing a sexy model's pose. Her whole body was a statue of milky white skin, the fairness of her complexion mirroring the blondness of her hair.
She was seeing what she'd look like with her hair up. Her hands were raised above her head, her fingers combing her hair and pulling it up high. This left her neck exposed. I'd never really noticed how long, slender and graceful her neck was. Her chest was pushed out, and covered by a grey-white bra that had probably seen one too many washes. Even posing, Emily didn't really seem to fill her bra. Despite her modest chest, her body narrowed quickly to her waist, and just as quickly flowed out to her hips and thighs. Below her slight tummy, her womanhood was hidden by some sensible light blue panties. In her pose, her hips were ranked at an angle, lifting one buttock a little higher, and sending one leg slightly forward of the other. She looked fantastic.
As I blundered into Emily's private pose party we both froze. We both stared gob-smacked. In the instant before Emily fled from the hallway, up the stairs to her bedroom, several thinks struck it all at once.
Naturally I thought - wow!!!!! But it also occurred to that Emily looked lovely in her rubbishy old underwear - some people can wear sacks and still look sexy. I also thought how vulnerable she looked, so pale.
She seemed to be aping a sexy pose that was borrowed from someone else: Emily was no bimbo. I also thought, "shit, I'm trouble now". But mostly I thought, "What the bloody hells going on here ?*!?!".
Embarrassed, I wanted to leave. "Sorry", I shouted weakly up the stairwell, "I didn't mean to barge in". Which of course, was not absolutely true, as I had often dreamed of catching Emily doing something naughty by surprise. But reality usually manages to catch you on the hop. I guess Emily felt like someone just caught playing the air-guitar. You know how you hope that people didn't really notice what you were up to. Only in Emily's case it was worse.
Emily reappeared in her pale green leggings and a cream sweat shirt. She looked as embarrassed I as felt. I softly said "sorry" again, but she changed the subject to a cup of tea.
As she fussed over making the tea I peered at her body with my X-ray imagination, to see again her sensible blue knickers and her old grey-white bra. I tried really hard to remember the important details: the curve of her thighs; how her lower ribs showed below her bra on her thrust-out chest; the smoothness of her tummy around her "inny" belly button. But the harder I tried, the further the memory went. I was furious with myself. How could something that happened three minutes ago become a distance memory!
A cup of tea landed with a crash. Brought back from my needs, I realised Emily hand was trebling. She had been talking about nothing in particular and I hadn't been listening. "What did you do last night" I asked. She'd been out with Angela. As she talked about the pubs and clubs they'd been to, and about the men chatting Angela up, I noticed that her hand was still shaking. I reached across, held her hand and asked "Are you all right?".
She burst into tears.
I moved round and took her up in my arms. She cried into my neck as I stroked her golden hair.
I lead Emily to the sofa, where, as I enjoyed giving her comforting hugs, she told me how unattractive she'd been feeling, how her husband seemed to have gone off her, how men ignored her for Angela. And generally, how this bit of her was too big and that bit was too small, and so on.
Naturally I contradicted her throughout but she just dismissed what I said, saying that I was just being sweet. After an hour of Emily's self-pitying moans I snapped. I pushed Emily firmly back into the sofa. Held one cheek in the palm of my hand, and told her exactly what I thought of her. I told her that she was a beautiful and remarkable women who I loved very much. I lectured her on how fancyable each bit of her body was: face, tits, bum, legs. I told her that I often fantasised about her.
But when I finished laying down the law, I suddenly thought "shit!, I've gone too far". Her still tearful eyes were like two black discs. I thought she was going to cry again, or slap me, or something. She choose the "or something" in a quite, almost whispered voice, she said "what do you fantasise about me".
If I go to an early grave, it will be because of moments like this.
"Well, .. Ur ..." I floundered, "I sort of ... you know ... fantasise about ... ... ... making love to you."
"Oh" she said., "... ... How?"
"How!" I yelped.
"Yes, How?" she replied flatly.
"Ur, agh, well" I gulped, "in, ur, many ways". She just silently looked at me, judging. I prattled on to fill the silence.
"you know ... sort of missionary-position, and, er ... with you on top, and ... er, from behind"
"Behind?" she said.
"ah ... well ... yes, actually ... I think about that a lot"
"You have fantasised about fucking me doggy-style?" She asked quietly but firmly. I felt paralysed by the frankness of her question. I couldn't look her into her eyes. I was shamed. Now I almost felt like crying.
The slender fingers of Emily's hand reached under my lowered chin. Slowly, she pushed my chin up until my eyes were forced to meet hers. "I don't like to do it doggy-style" she said softly, "it makes me feel silly".
As she finished speaking she drew her face slowly to mine and offered her lips. Her hand, still on my chin, pulled my face forward until, eye to eye, our lips just met. Closed. Dry. I stared directly into Emily's beautiful eyes, my heart thumping.
Slowly, she titled her face, closed her eyes, and parted her lips. I felt the hotness of her breath as she pressed her open lips against mine, and experienced a total wave of excitement as her tongue invaded my mouth. Flustered with excitement, I kissed back strongly and moved my hands to embrace Emily's body. She moved her hand from my chin and drew it round the back of my head - pulling me down on to her as she lay back on the sofa.
For ten or fifteen glorious minutes we were like a couple of groping teenagers: snogging are gobs off. My hands fondled her buttocks and breasts as I madly kissed her neck, her eyes, her cheeks, the tops of her shoulders, and her lips, and lips again, and more lips.
She kissed back, sucking on my tongue, nibbling my upper and then lower lip, and sticking her tongue into my ear. Her hands described great curves across my body as she pressed against the lines of my muscles in chest and back.
Suddenly, she wriggled out from underneath me and started tugging at my tee-shirt. With a couple of pulls she had up it over my chest, and she dived down to lick and nibble my chest and nipples. As I struggled to pull the tee-shirt off over my head I felt Emily's tongue slowly travel down my chest and across my stomach.
God, it was exciting. Without bullying, she was so in control. As she jangled with my belt and fly, her licks, nibbles and kisses where always focused, always electric. Her controlled excitement even rubbed-off on me, as I slid one hand up the back of her sweat shirt and with one (left!) hand undid the clasp of Emily's bra. Feeling her bra released, she stopped unfastening my trousers, and in one easy movement, reached up and pulled her sweat shirt over her head. Her bra came away too.
I lay as she sat. I babbled about how "beautiful" she looked and she beamed and flushed all at once. Emily's breasts were the size of the palm of my hand. Her nipples were softly pale pink. I sat up slightly to reach the nearer of her breasts, and began to suck on her nipple. "Ohhh, I've missed that" she babbled.
I took the whole of one tit in my mouth and kneaded it with my tongue. I held the tip of her nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. I chewed lightly on the nipple. I licked the tit upward with the flat of my tongue and then let it go so that it flopped back into place. I made a meal of Emily's tit. Emily "ohh'ed" and "aghh'ed" and said "be gentle" while holding my head in her arm like a vice against her chest.
As I eat one tit and pawed the other, I could feel control pass to me. Emily had managed to largely undo my trousers but had become engulfed in her own delight as I assaulted her chest. Her eyes closed tight she seemed lost in half forgotten experiences. Every time I would lightly bit her nipple she would give a little whimpered cry. And every time I let the nipple go she would say, "oh, gently".
As I worked hard on her tits, now feasting on each breast in turn, my cock demanded some action. I wriggled to a kneeling position on the narrow sofa, pulling my trousers down to my knees so that my hard cock flapped free. All without breaking my hold on Emily's chest.
Emily still seemed somewhere else, yet in response to my movements she had allowed me to get between her legs. I wanted to reached under her bottom and pull off her leggings, but to do so I had to release my grip on her tits. As I pulled away from her chest her eyes opened to stare at my body in front of her.
She looked at my stiff cock for a moment and then reached out to grab it. She began to stroke firmly, even roughly. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she was pulling my foreskin back too far. Besides, I wanted her leggings off.
As I reached under her bottom Emily automatically lifted it off the sofa. With some inelegant pulling and tugging the leggings and knickers can off round her arse. She raised her legs so that I could take them off completely, but when I got them to her ankles I left them there. Pushing her raised legs back to her head with one hand on her ankles, I held her bent double. With my other hand, I guided my cock to the entrance of Emily's pussy.
Emily was nearly bald. The main bush of her pubic hair was a short feather of wispy blonde down. I loved it. If I hadn't had my cock ready and waiting, I'd have eaten Emily's pussy with glee. I also considered Emily's arsehole for a moment. It looked tight and challenging. But with Emily about to complain that I had trussed her up now was not the time.
Leaning forward the tip of cock dipped into the entrance to Emily's cunt. As I pushed through the smooth silky tunnel of her cunt, Emily forgot her protests. I comfortably reached half way, and began to draw long, slow, strokes, in and out. Each time driving a little bit deeper. Emily "ummmh'ed" encouragement. as I realised something shocking.
Three weeks before I'd had a kinky and wonderful sex session with Emily's younger sister, Kate. Three days before I'd given my wife, Emily's elder sister, a regular dose of what's good for. The shocking thing was, not that I was a randy lucky son-of-a-bitch who had fucked three sisters.
No, the shocking thing was they all felt the same inside. I'd had some girls that were so dry we had to use lubricants. I'd had some that were wet and watery. And I'd even had one whose pussy was so wide that I wasn't exactly sure where I was when I was inside.
But Emily and her sisters had silken pussies. It was a feeling that made you want to drive down hard because you knew it wouldn't hurt until the cock came crashing down at the end of its run. It was so easy for your cock to sink deeper and deeper in long sweeping fuck movements. Emily had put her hands on either side of her pussy to open it wider, but it was never really necessary.
In any case, pinned, between me and the back of sofa, with her legs held high in their, there was little she could do to help. Just as she could not really help going red in the face and turning her head from side to side as I repeatedly drove down hard inside her.
I was really trying to give her everything I had, hoping that she would protest that I was too much for her (as my wife sometimes did). But she took every thrust, breathing quickly, quietly moaning something to herself, her eyes tight shut. The harder I fucked, the further away Emily seemed to go.
Sweat began to dribble down my face and my fucking began to lose a little cohesion. Doubt entered my mind, perhaps Emily wasn't going to cum. "Bugger", I thought, I was giving her my best fucking shot. Worse, I knew that Emily was unprotected (her husband had had the snip - suddenly I wished I had).
Suddenly Emily shouted, "Aghh ... Yes ... Fuck ... Yes" and her body shivered and quivered. "FUCK IT" she screamed, "FUCK IT". I thought I'd been fucking her as hard I could, but her screaming galvanised my fuck tried body. I threw the whole weight of my body into pumping her.
She stopped thrashing her head from side to side, and, stiff necked, she looked straight up at me. At the top of her voice she screamed " F U Cccccccccc K......" But before finishing, her body went into orgasmic spasm. As she screamed and cried my balls filled with cum, and straight away I started shouting as loud as Emily as I fucked her full of cum juice. Again and again I rammed into her cunt, spurting my cum as deep and hard as I could manage. Again and again Emily responded with shouts and cries.
As I slowed my fucking I knew I'd been a bastard. I could have withdrawn from Emily at the last minute. I could of spunked over her tits. I could have jerked off into her face. But at that moment the little bitch was mine and I was going to have her. So I creamed her pussy with my cum. She wanted it, she got it.
With Emily still bent double, I had pull out my cock out of her and let her legs go. I moved to start cuddling but she stood up unsteadily, her leggings still round her ankles. She buried some tissues into her cunt to catch the cum as it flowed back out of her pussy. Obviously flustered, she began picking up the rest her clothes. "Shit! The children", she said, "I've forgotten to pick up the children". School had finished ten minutes ago. She bustled me out of the house and drove off without really saying anything.
Later, her daughter asked Emily what her bra was doing under one of the sofa pillows.
I had to wait till the weekend to catch her on her own again. The husband had gone fishing and the children were packed off to parties. I wondered what she'd be like. I expected her to totally regret it, or worse, accuse me of taking advantage of her. Which was true. At least I'd relaxed about cuming inside her. Emily has about the same periods as my wife, so I knew she was only a few days off. I guessed that's why she never said anything.
As I walked into her house she was hovering in the living room. I had decided to approach Emily gingerly, but the sight of Emily's butt wiggling as she hovered changed that. The noise masked my entrance, and I walked up behind her and grabbed her by the hips. I pull her arse back onto my groin, and began grind into the firm but yielding flesh of her arse.
A dream come true. I ran a hand up the front of body to cup and play with one of her breasts. She leaned back into me, enjoying the grinding of her bottom and the fondling of her front. Nibbling at her neck, I ran my other hand down across her belly to her pussy mound. Her bright red leggings were so tight they pushed into her cunt, allowing me feel the little humps of her pussy lips and run my finger along the crack of her cunt. She liked that and wiggled her bottom harder into my now hard groin.
"Oh" she said, "I've been waiting for you". "YES!!!!!" I thought, and began grind harder into her bottom. But neatly she stepped away from me, turned, and said "look". Slowly, she reached down to the hem of her tee-shirt, and began to pull it up. As it passed over her tits I saw Emily was wearing the daintiest, frilliest little white bra.
Beaming from ear to ear she trilled to her sexual power, as I stood rooted to the spot, my whole body one giant hard on. She walked round to stand by the high backed armchair, with her back to me. "Watch" she commanded unnecessarily. Inch by inch she slowly pulled down her red leggings, being careful to keep her knickers on. As the waist band of her knickers came into view, I saw that it matched her bra, with the same dainty, frilly lacy bits. As she pushed her leggings over her buttocks the knickers showed themselves to be definitely not sensible.
The knickers where just a thin strip up the crack of her arse. The great expanse of her arse cheeks were bare. As she pushed the leggings down her legs she bent over more and more, draping herself over the back of the armchair. As she bent the material of her knickers stretched until the hairs of her snatch began to sneak out the sides.
Bent over the back of the chair, she turned her head to me and said, "isn't this your fantasy?" Without answering I walked up behind her and dropped to my knees so that her arse was in my face. Slowly but firmly I took the waist brand of Emily's knickers and began to pull them down, peppering her bare arse with kisses and nibbles.
Emily responded with surprised "Oh!s" and asked nervously "what you doing down here, doesn't it smell". I lied that it didn't smell a bit. Of course it bloody smelt! Emily's rear end smelt a bit of pee and shit, made sweet by the smell of talcum power, and topped by the stink of her sex juice. It nearly over powered my nostrils as I peeled her knickers away from her pussy.
Emily's hairy twat was a mush of hot wet juice. It had left a wet spot on Emily's knickers. And the hairs around her cunt lips dripped with liquid. I sniffed to decide if the wetness of her pubic hairs was from her pre-cum or from a recent visit to the toilet, but the smell of Emily on heat was too strong to decide.
In as controlled a manner as I could muster, I poked my tongue into Emily's pussy. "Oh Shit!" she exclaimed, "What are you doooing". Gently I licked the sides of each cunt lip, and then took one hairy lip into my mouth, to gently suck on it.
Emily made little surprised "oh" noises as I moved my tongue to sweep across the wet valley of her pussy. Using my fingers to gently prize Emily pussy fully open, I circled her clitoris with my stiff tongue, licked up her pussy with the flat of my tongue, and then making my tongue stiff again, probed at the entrance to Emily's cunt.
Murmuring softly to herself, she began to slightly rock her arse backwards and forwards, pushing her cunt on to my tongue. "God, your fantastic" she said with wonder in her voice as I eat her pussy. I got myself a bit more comfy. I unzipped my trousers and withdrew my cock, so that I could slowly wank on it. And set to tonguing Emily's pussy seriously.
As Emily continued to try and nestle her pussy into my face by pushing her arse back slightly, I worked by tongue hard, roving between her clit and her cunt hole. From the her moans, she seemed to like her clit being tickled with flicks of the tongue, followed by a few long licks over her clit and pussy well, and then back to clit flicking. As this left her cunt hole under explored, I let go of my cock, and gently inserted two fingers.
Emily "ohhhh'ed" and went quite. I couldn't see her face, by I imagined her eyes tightly shut and her mind going to that far away place where it stops thinking and just experiences pleasure.
I fought to keep myself focused on pleasuring Emily. Gently, rhythmically, I finger fucked her pussy and wore my tongue numb on her clitoris. I could feel her close to cuming. I slipped a third finger into her mushy pussy, she meet it with another loud "ummmmm".
I wondered if she could take my whole fist without it been creamed first. But decided against, I wanted her pussy still tight for my cock. Instead, I noticed Emily's arsehole had become moist and soft, and slightly open. I moved my little finger to just touch to very out tip of the entrance to her arse. Emily instantly squeezed her arsehole tight so that it trapped my little finger tip. The wiggle of my finger in her arse tipped her over the edge. She started cuming in short repeated "argh, argh, argh" soft noises that matched each flick of my tongue on her clit. "argh, argh, argh" she whimpered, bucking her arse slightly in time with each clit flick/cum.
"Argh, Argh, Argh" she cried louder as I wiggled my trapped finger tip harder. "No, Argh, Stop Argh, No More" as I began to loose my composure and started to dig my finger into her arsehole. "Arrrggghh, Arrrggghhh ... ARGH!" she shouted as her climax peaked.
I slowly withdrew my fingers from her cunt and arse, and lazily gave her pussy long licks with my tired tongue. I stood up slowly with stiff knees and a sniff cock. Emily was flopped over the armchair, like a rag doll. "God, you've finished me off" she said, still breathless. "I don't think so" I replied, and pushed the end of my cock, still sticking out of my trousers, into the wet, fuzzy, entrance to Emily cunt.
"No No" she said, and began struggling to stand up, "I've go to go to the loo". "Me too" I replied, "Race you". Though I turned quickly to start running, I let Emily get ahead of me - I wanted to look at her nude body in motion as it went up the stairs. As she ran her little chest bounced inside the frilly bar she was still wearing.
Sticking her arse in my face as she paddled up the stairs her round arse cheeks wobbled. I couldn't resist the naughty temptation to land firm slaps on both cheeks, making Emily shriek with laughter. At the top of the stairs she bent over and wiggled her bum at me. I slapped out a drum rhythm on her reddening buttocks as she laughed and wiggled. One final loud hard slap made her shout "Ouch!" and drove her into the bathroom.
As she sat on the toilet demurely I kneeled in front her, leant forward, and kissed her deeply. Coming up for air a minute later she said, "stop, your putting me off".
"Oh, I can put you off a lot better than that". And slipped my hand between Emily's thighs, and lightly stroked her pussy mound. Taking care not to touch her still sensitive clitoris, I brushed my hand against her arse cheeks and combed through her bush.
"Oh'ing" and smiling she said, "you'll be sorry if you don't take it away". "You wouldn't dare" I challenged. I cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand. Looking straight into my eyes, she momentarily registered a slight strain in her face, and then pissed into my hand. Her hot pee gently flowed and ran through my fingers and down my wrist.
To keep playing the game, I snatched my hand away, shouting in mock anger, "right, now you're for it". Samding up, I held out my cock and slowly rubbed on to make the pee come. Emily was literally peeing herself with laughter. I could hear her solid stream strike the side of the toilet bowl.
"Oh darling", she started in a sarcastic voice, "your hand is all wet".
"And so will you be" I replied, straining my bladder muscles to pee.
She began to stand up quickly, still laughing and giggling, "Oh no you don't"
As she rose, the stream of her pee climbed up the toilet bowl, until it splashed on the toilet seat. The splashes hit my tee-shirt, my cock, my hand on my cock, and all down the legs of my trousers. Emily just hooted with laughter.
"You little cow!" I cried, and aimed a bust of pee at her legs. Missed. Emily's laughing body scooted between the toilet and the sink. "Come here, you cow" I shouted as I chased her round the small bathroom. Every couple of steps I would stop to try and aim a burst of piss at Emily.
Shrieking, she would dart one way, and then the other. I caught her on the back of a leg with one burst, but she was quick. Suddenly, she slipped, and I got her boxed into a corner. I slowly closed up to her. She was giggling and panting. I stood an inch in front of her and pointed my cock upwards. "You are such a naughty girl" I said in a mock menacing voice. "No , no" she cried with equally mock fear, as a gush of my piss leap out of cock and climbed up Emily's body. Emily screamed.
The piss streamed all over Emily's stomach and splashed across her breasts. Still 'no, no'ing' Emily stuck out her chest, and ran her hands up her front, so that they collected the piss streaming down her body. e rubbed her pissed drenched hands hard over her tits. My cock went solid, the piss stream became thin and fast.
"You bastard, you fucking bastard" she was shouting and laughing. She grabbed my cock hard and bent it backward, forcing me to piss on my own chest. My tee-shirt was all wet now. I put my arms around Emily and pulled her giggling body into me, so that my spurting cock was sandwiched between our tummies. I pulled her in tight and began to kiss her mouth deeply. As I pissed on us both she dug her tongue into mine, surrounding me in her arms, one hand fondling my buttocks. My bladder finally emptied.
With my cock rock hard I wanted to take up Emily's earlier offer of a doggie fuck. But she wouldn't let go. She kept her mouth glued to mine, her tongue invading deep into my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me like a limpet.
Slowly, I began to feel her drag her pussy up and down my thigh, as she ground her groin into my trouser leg. I forced my leg muscles to go rigid. Grabbing her arse cheeks I helped her to rub herself on to me. Letting go the kisses she tucked her head under my chin, and began to concentrate on the impact of her clit scrapping along the wet trouser material of my leg. Very quickly her arousal neared orgasm. She began to softly coo and whimper. Her foundling hand started to pinch my arse quite painfully.
Suddenly, my leg became hotter and wetter. A short thick stream of Emily's piss flowed down my leg. "Argh!!! .. ARGHH!!!" she cried in pain and pleasure. Emily came rubbing her orgasming pussy into her own piss on my soaked trousers.
It was just a short cum, almost a private cum. Quickly she nestled her head deeper into my wet tee-shirt, and mumbled, in a shameful voice, "sorry". I just held her tight, exclaiming, "God I fucking love you".
Wanting to snap Emily out of any guilt feelings, I spun her round. Placing her hands on the wall I made her lean forward so that her arse jutted out. Peeling off my wet top and letting my soaked trousers drop into the pools of piss on the floor. I took my rigid cock and placed it lightly on the fuzzy entrance to Emily's cunt.
Taking her hips firmly in both hands, I violently pulled her back as I jammed by cock into her cunt. Emily "Ouch!"'ed, but I just rammed my cock up her cunt tunnel again, hurting her again. This wasn't about showing off technique, or giving mutual pleasure. This was about cuming up Emily's cunt as hard and as quickly as I could.
I fucking wanted her, now. Again and again I whipped my cock out of her cunt, only to stuff it back up as hard I could. Emily's cries were plaintive, but she never tried to stop me. Perhaps she felt dirty after pissing on me, and this was her just punishment. I didn't care, this was just for me. Emily tried to help by moving her arse in and out, but I was moving too fast for her to keep up. I could feel the cum rising in my balls and sweat dribble down my face. I let go one of Emily's hips and drew my hand down the crack of her arse.
The brown and red rose of her arsehole had been staring up at me. I'd promised myself to take it another day. But I just couldn't resist sucking my thumb for a moment, and then placing it at the entrance to Emily's arsehole. As my cock fucked madly, I pushed my thumb into Emily's arsehole. She shouted out in pain and I shot off my load. I came in big heavy shouts with my thumb buried up to the nail in Emily's arse. The force of my bucking cock made her loose her grip, and she banged her head on the wall twice before my cum had passed.
Bruised, dazed, with a painful arse, a cum dripping twat, and wet with pee all over; Emily flopped to the floor. As I bent down to pick her up and cuddle her I couldn't help be impressed. I wondered how she'd get on with my "do anything" friend, Lindsey.
With her breath back Emily slipped on a dressing gown and quickly got things sorted. She gathered up the spoiled clothes put them in the wash. She got me to some of her husband's things (they were a bit small for me). And set to cleaning the bathroom floor - which being a modern man, I helped with.
While she showered, I sneaked home, changed into some of my clothes, and came back to find Emily making tea. We sat in the kitchen, drinking and grinning at each other. Our lives were obviously going to get a little bit more complex now we were lovers. For example, how did she get the bruise on her forehead.