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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Reunion, Finale

"I...I'm sorry, Evan, I told him, lowering my hips, but he knew it wasn't an accident, he had to know, as wet as I was."

 

I was breathing heavily, listening, my eyes closed, imagining Evan's hand pressed up against her, her soft fold, her wetness, touching his skin, his hand pressing into her, knowing what she was feeling.

 

Emily pulled aside my panties, carefully pulled out my swollen, sore penis, held it in her hands, causing me to gasp, almost explode.

 

"Do you want me to stop?"

 

"No, no," I moaned.

 

Emily giggled. "No, sweetie, that's what he asked me. He had both his hands right on that spot, where my ass and thighs meet, so close to me, so close to touching me. I didn't know what to say, whether I should beg him to stop, to stop teasing me, so nothing happened, or the opposite, if I should beg him to keep going. I...I didn't know what to say, Sara...what I wanted...I...I didn't say anything..."

 

She was looking at me carefully, watching, judging.

 

"He was rubbing my ass and to be honest, it felt great. It was innocent, yet not. He was standing next to me, facing away, towards my legs, obviously staring at my body, since the sheet was off me now. He was rubbing, kneeding my ass, I've had that done when I get massages but he...

 

I gasped now. I hadn't realized she'd moved her panties aside too, but she had, and she was now resting on me, soaked, the wetness immediately covering me. I was so fucking horny, I could not help but thrust, even though I was not inside her, just the movement, the feeling of her.

 

"Don't move," she whispered, looking me in the eye.

 

"He was massaging my ass and his fingers moving deeper, deeper, between my legs, grazing me, testing me."

 

-Emily?

 

"Fuck, Sara, he was touching me now, his fingers carefully resting on me, on my lips, not moving, just laying there." She was doing the same, carefully rubbing me, slowly, torturing me.

 

"I knew he was asking me, stopping, not sure, uncertain. I felt it, too, part of me wanted him to stop, but I could not say that, though he was leaving it up to me."

 

-Emily.

 

"Fuck, it was the worst, Sara, his fingers just sitting there, touching me, but not moving. I could feel the heat, but just touching me wasn't enough; it made me want him, but it wasn't enough to have it."

 

"So I rocked back and forth once," she said, telling me and doing so at the same time. "I rocked back and forth getting his fingers wet, using his immobile fingers to separate myself." Her rocking once, twice, glistened me with her wetness.

 

"And he just held his hand there, let me push against him, let me do the work, moving my hips, so his fingers worked into me, between me, and then, oh fuck, I was moaning, loudly, then, inside me."

 

"Oh, fuck, Evan, I groaned, eyes closed, head spinning. And this time, he didn't leave his hand still, this last time he pushed, Sara, he pushed his fingers deep into me. Fuck I was shaking, I...was...he kept pushing his fingers in and out of me."

 

I started shaking, just the feel of her on me was enough to put me on the verge of cumming. She felt it, knew it, stopped moving her hips, held still, but kept talking, looking me in the eye.

 

-Emily, if you don't tell me to stop, I'm not stopping.

 

"I didn't say anything; I just lay there, letting him finger me."

 

-I mean it, Emily, a guy can only take so much.

 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I just groaned, shook. I looked back at him, he was turned now, looking at me, two, three fingers inside me, soaking wet. I was panting, I wasn't sure, till that instant."

 

She lifted her hips, with her fingers, adjusted me. "Don't move," she said again, poised over me.

 

"No kissing, Evan."

 

-What?

 

"I...I love him, totally, no kissing, that's for him."

 

She leaned down, mashed her mouth to mine, violently, harshly, passionately, kissed me, pushed down so I slipped inside her, stopped, though I did not want her to stop, I was so close, sore.

 

-You know what I'm going to do?

 

"Yes, I moaned while his fingers probed me."

 

-I'm not going to stop, I won't be able to stop.

 

"I don't want you to stop, ohhhhh."

 

"Then he was out of me, his fingers gone, for a moment, then he climbed on top of me and it wasn't his fingers rubbing me now."

 

"Oh fuck, Emily," I tried to thrust, but she held firm.

 

"Don't move, sissy."

 

-Don't move, Emily.

 

"He was on top of me, his hands on my back, leverage, holding me; I felt his hips move, back and forth, he rubbed against me, his cock, fuck, his cock. The tip was up against me, oh fuck, Evan, fuck, please, I tried to push back against him, fuck, fuck."

 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, suddenly, he was in me, filling me, thrusting, oh fuck, Sara, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, just feeling him inside me made me cum so fast, so hard, he was doing pushups on my back, up, out, down, deep inside me, up, out, down, deep, up down, deep, out, deep.

 

"UUUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I yelped, exploding myself, cumming so violently, I shook and shook and shook.

 

"Sara," she said softly when I finally stopped, "Sara, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in the entire world."

 

"Emily," I was shaking, still orgasming.

 

"Sara?"

 

"Yes," I asked.

 

"I never, ever am letting you go," she promised, kissing me deeply.