Faster and faster I churned my hips between her legs. My breath was coming in pants as I tore my stiff cunt into the tenderest parts of her gaping pussy like a nail. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me toward her. Soon we were both covered with my soapy lather.
"God, I'm coming," she moaned. "My pussy's on fire. I could feel it. Or were those my own flames?"
"Are you coming, too?" she urgently asked. "Its so much better if we both come at once."
Automatically, I prepared to tell my usual orgasmic lie. However, when the single word "yes" popped from my mouth, I was astonished at its credibility.
Suddenly I dared to think the impossible. Could it actually be that another woman was about to make me come? Squashed against Emma's rubbery fuck-hole, my pussy felt more vibrant than it ever had in my life.
No man had ever brought me to this point. Even teetering with Roy Parker wasn't this close.
My cunt was ready to explode. Another woman was going to make me come!
Boom it happened, and I was soaring through space. "Yes, I'm coming," I honestly advised my love-partner. "I can feel it everywhere!"
Our rubbing pussies foamed in each other. A steady stream of air bubbles crackled to the surface of the bath water from the heated action below. Then the escaping effluence of our cunts formed a miniature oil slick.
Awash in water, suds, and our own creamy discharge, Emma and I grappled passionately in the tub for a new position. Coming once had just made each of us want more.
This time, Emma wound up on top. Slipping so that I fell like a tortoise on my back, I was easy prey to her when she straddled my head and pressed her gooey cunt over my mouth.
Her smooth, full thighs clasped my head in a tight embrace. Her pussy had opened so widely that it was spread over my entire face. Its sweetness was indescribable.
I was overcome by hunger. The natural thing was to start eating.
Her gaping slit was cavernous when I first inserted my stiff tongue into it. However, it immediately tightened upon the first sign of meat. Abruptly tightening like a vise, Emma's elastic twat started wringing my tongue like a washrag.
It was only after several seconds of cunt tasting that I realized my head had slipped under water. In order to breathe, I would have to slither to the surface between the rear of the tub and Emma's pressing loins. As I did so, hacking in her crotch for air, Emma fell away from me.
Sprawling awkwardly across my reclining body, her head fortunately came to rest against the cushion of my thighs rather than the hard porcelain. Automatically I spread my legs. When she got over her shock at falling, the first thing she would notice would be my cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," was her initial indication she had recovered her wits. "Your pussy is beautiful."
Immediately she was eating it. To make it even better, the delightful invitation of her own twat was spreading through the cheeks of her ass just inches before me. Even though I was blindfolded, I could smell it, and thus envision it.
Then, craning my neck, I was tasting it. The flavor of pussy was even better when the person you were sucking was devouring your own.
Giving and receiving pleasure became so intense, gradually I couldn't distinguish Emma's cunt from my own. When her twat spasmed and gushed in my mouth, the same thing was happening between my legs. At times I felt I was drinking my own pussy juice coming in my own mouth.
I'd been on a continuous orgasm ever since I'd finally broken through the climactic barrier. Once I'd started coming, I couldn't stop. It was divine torture.
Then, just as I decided nothing could surpass sixty-nining in the bathtub, something did. Somehow Emma managed to turn the water back on, causing me to notice for the first time that it was coming out of a rubber tube attached to the faucet. Taking that tube, she crammed it up my asshole without warning. Suddenly my bowels were bursting with hot water.
She was giving me an impromptu enema. The taut bloating of my colon went perfectly with the joy of sixty-nining. With stimulation in both holes, I felt I was orgasming in my ass and cunt separately but simultaneously.
Of course the growing pressure in my bowels couldn't be held for long. With inevitable abruptness, the walls of my lower intestine collapsed and my colon was forcibly emptied.
The rubber tube came spurting out first, followed by a flood of stinking water. The force of my crap-thickened discharge drove Emma's tongue from my pussy. I imagined her nude body was speckled brown with flying pieces of my splattering shit.
"Quick," she said, passing the still-flowing rubber hose to me, "now it's your turn to give me an enema."
The splashing in front of me told me that she was getting into position for the act, opening her ass for me.
"Where is it?" I asked nervously, a complete neophyte at this. "Where is your asshole?"
"Just feel in front of you," she directed. "You can't miss it."
She was right. It was gaping like a miniature tunnel between her severely spread buns. Kneeling in front of me, her open butt was right in my face.
Working expertly with the gushing hose, even though I couldn't see, I moved the nozzle down the cleft of her spread cheeks. When the tip of the hose suddenly surged forward about an inch. I knew I had penetrated her asshole.
"Work it in!" she cried. "Really work it in!"
It was easy enough to do. The slick tube, about half an inch in diameter, was just made to fit up her narrow shit-chute. There was nothing to stop me from reaching the core of her being with it.
Inch after inch of elongated rubber slithered up her throbbing rectum. It was like fucking ass with a snake. In the meantime, the rushing water was stretching her bowels by the pint.
Then the explosion came. The first warning was the tubing recoiling from her ass like an electrocuted serpent. After that, all hell broke loose.
Emma's shit came flying at me in loose chunks from her erupting asshole. I felt like the loser in a dirt-clod fight I was getting pelted so vigorously.
Writhing like we were trapped in a pit of molten lava, Emma and I fervently embraced each other. We wore both coming so hard, it seemed we were holding on to one another for dear life.
Finally, after things had slowed down a little and we were catching our breath, Emma spoke first. "Well, well," she said slyly, "it looks like we're going to have to start all over again on cleaning you up before the rest of them get back from town."
"Good," I whispered huskily. "I feel absolutely filthy."
"I know," Emma giggled. "That's why I got you dirty all over again."
CHAPTER THREE
Emma got me clean again. In fact, she did it several times. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Then, abruptly it all stopped. "It's late. They'll be back from town soon," she said with an unmistakable trace of apprehension in her voice. "Got to get you back to the shed."
I felt like I was awakening from a dream as she got down to the business of being the accomplice to a kidnapping. Reality was being gagged again – having my wrists and ankles bound so I couldn't move.
"Sorry, honey," Emma said as she closed the door of the shed, trapping me inside. "I'm just following orders."
So there I was, back in solitary confinement again, frozen in nude contortion. Not only that, it occurred to me I hadn't eaten since early last night whenever that was and I was starving.
Feeling my pretzeled body slowly growing numb, I listened to the angry symphony of my complaining stomach. In such a state, it was hard for me to believe that I'd just spent two or three hours in the continuous euphoria of orgasm.