Alison Loves A Ch 04

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Emily Fields had been in love with Alison DiLaurentis pretty much for her entire life. Through relationships with Maya, Paige and others part of her heart had always belonged to Alison, still after all these years unable to give up hope that their practice kisses could mean a fraction of what they meant to her. That the Queen of her high school, and especially her friend group, would give her a second thought.

That she would be hers. Emily knew it was a silly dream, and had tried to move on time and time again, but every time she found herself standing outside of Alison's house like this some small part of her couldn't help but hope that Alison was finally going to confess her love. Little did Emily know what was in store for her that night.

The main reasons she was actually here was to talk about their other friends, Aria, Hanna and Spencer, who had been all acting really weird lately. Like Emily barely saw them sitting down any more, and when they did, they looked like they were in pain, and even walked awkwardly, and whenever she asked them about it they would always blush and dismiss her concerns.

Also it seemed like every time Emily would find them talking they would immediately stop and blush, refusing to tell her what they were talking about, which made her feel like she was being pushed out of their friend group. Worst of all, they were constantly spending one on one time with Alison, making Emily feel insanely jealous. Which made her feel guilty, because Alison wasn't hers, not like that, but still.

Suddenly the door opened to reveal a beaming Ali, who greeted her friend, "Emily, hey... why are you standing out here?"

"Oh, I... I, I was just..." Emily stammered.

"Ems, relax." Alison soothed, "It doesn't matter. Just come in and close the door behind you. I have something to show you."

"Great, I... erm..." Emily stammered again, before doing as she was told.

By the time Emily had closed the door behind her Alison was practically already at her stairs so the swimmer had to scramble to catch up to her. In what initially seemed like a very sweet thing to do Alison stopped at the bottom of her stairs, not only allowing Emily to catch up but allowing her to go first. But then Emily felt like she was being watched, and looked over her shoulder to find Alison staring at her ass.

No, that was just wishful thinking. It had to be. By pure coincidence the way that they were ascending the stairs meant that Emily's butt was just directly in her friend's face, and Ali probably didn't register she was staring directly at it. And Emily was a perv thinking otherwise. If only she'd known what Alison was thinking at that moment.

Then once they reached the door to Alison's room the blonde suddenly called out, "Emily!"

Immediately turning around and looking at her friend Emily asked, "What?"

"Before we start I just want to apologise." Alison began, actually seeming kind of nervous for once.

"For what?" Emily frowned.

"I don't know. Everything." Alison said softly.

"Ali. You don't owe me an apology for anything." Emily insisted.

"Really?" Alison quipped mockingly, her inner mean girl coming to the surface as she reminded her friend, "How about kissing you and acting like it didn't mean anything? For freaking out whenever you tried to kiss me? For punishing you for it? For using your sexuality against you to make me feel better about myself, and just because it was fun? Any of this ringing a bell?"

There was a brief pause, and then unable to stop herself Emily asked in a small voice, "It, it meant something to you? The kissing?"

Alison laughed, shook her head, and then when seeing the look on her friends face quickly clarified, "That's why you're my favourite Em. Always so sweet."

Another pause, and then Emily tried to start, "Ali-"

"Do you know what's funny?" Alison interrupted, "I knew you were gay before you did. Sure, you weren't even a little subtle about how you looked at me, or other girls, and I can't believe no one noticed. I mean, I don't even remember when I first realised it. I just always remember thinking of you as gay. I was surprised you ever questioned it. But me? I just couldn't seem to figure out what I wanted."

Trying not to get excited Emily tried to begin again, "Wow, I-"

"No, that's a lie." Alison quickly corrected herself, "I always knew what I wanted, and I even started laying the groundwork right from the beginning. But to actually admit it? To make it a reality? That was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do."

Finally getting out a sentence Emily asked nervously, "What do you mean?"

Completely ignoring the question Alison laughed, "Well, find the guts to admit it and go after it was the hard part. But actually doing it? God, that was so easy. I mean, I wasn't expecting much resistance from Aria and Hanna, they're idiots, but I thought Spencer might actually offer me a challenge. But no. She was just as easy as the rest. But you see, now I'm worried that it's you who's going to be the challenge, when you should be the most easiest of them all. And sure, I should be satisfied with three, and there are so many other options for your spot, but it just wouldn't be the same. My heart's set on you Emily, so I really hope you're not about to disappoint me. Because my collection just wouldn't be complete without you, and especially not without this!"

Emily squeaked as with that last word Alison step forward and shamelessly grabbed her ass and squeezed it, which if it had been anyone else Emily would have been offended, and/or brushed it off as a joke, but this was Alison, and after the things she had said all that Emily could do was mumble, "What?"

"Come on." Alison grinned, moving her hand from Emily's butt to her hand and then pulling her into her bedroom, "I want you to see what I've been up to the past few weeks."

Initially Emily opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish, trying to think of something to say as she was practically yanked into Alison's bedroom. Then she became speechless as she was guided to one of the walls of that bedroom, which proudly displayed four photo frames. At first Emily frowned because of this, then her eyes went wide as she realised while one was empty the other three were of women's butts.

Naked women butts! And their butt holes, oh God, they were so painfully stretched. Why would Alison show her this? Why... and then Emily became catatonic as she realised each photo frame was accompanied by a name, first Aria Montgomery, then Hanna Marin, then Spencer Hastings, and then finally the frame with no photo Emily Fields.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Alison sighed dreamily after a fewe minutes of just staring at them, mostly keeping her eyes on her conquered ass whores the entire time, "Three pretty little ass holes all stretched out and loose as a testament to how well they've been fucked. That all three of them are just well used fuck holes, and no matter what happens in that moment that's truly all they are. And the women attached to them? They're not women. They never were. They could lie to themselves before, but deep down they always knew that they're secretly just fuck holes for real women like me. I mean, can you imagine it Em? Allowing someone to use your most private hole like that? Another woman, no less? Ha, you might as well tattoo the word 'anal fuck hole' onto your head, because that's all you deserve to be."

"Ali..." Emily squeaked.

"That's all they are." Alison continued, really getting into her stride now, "Aria, Hanna, Spencer... they're all just pieces of ass to me. Something I can use for my pleasure whenever I want, because that's all they were ever going to be, and I simply open their eyes, and their ass holes, to the truth of it. And now? They're truly mine, 100%, and these beautiful pictures prove it. And as you can see, I've got a blank space just waiting for your ass. But I need you to know, you're not like the rest Ems. You're not just a hole to me. You're my favourite. Special. God, we can even be girlfriends, if you want. But to be clear, you would have to give me your ass. And not just once, but forever. I could never be with a girl who wasn't my anal bitch. But... I don't think that will be a problem for you, will it Em? No, mmmmmmmm, you're a natural bottom, and I bet all this is turning you on, isn't it?"

"I... I, I..." Emily blushed.

"I knew it." Alison giggled, "Mmmmmmm yessssssssss, you like what I'm saying, but it's making you all embarrassed and nervous. It's so cute. But I know how to help..."

With that Alison very slowly started to take off her clothes, causing Emily to let out a little squeak. She had seen Alison naked before, of course, countless times in the girls changing rooms, or even during sleepovers, as Ali had never been shy about showing off her amazing body. But all those times, Emily had been desperately trying not to look, or at least hiding the fact that she was looking at her, and when she did it was just the occasional glance before she looked away guiltily.

Now Alison was openly inviting her to look, and yet Emily still felt embarrassed and awkward, like she should look away from the goddess in front of her. Although the only thing which could pull her gaze away from it was her friends' gaping butt holes, so she kept her gaze on the beautiful girl in front of her.

Once she was naked Alison slowly began approaching her stunned friend while beginning to slide her hands over her own body, "Did you really think I didn't notice all those times you were staring at me? God Em, you were practically screaming I'm a dyke. Mmmmmmm, but I loved it. It took me way too long to admit it to myself, but it turned me on to know that you were just aching to taste this!"

As she started talking Alison slid her hand first up to her tits and cupped them. Then she played with them for a few long seconds, before sliding her hand downwards so that when she took a break from speaking she was sliding her fingertips over her pussy lips, while leaning her head back and moaning softly with pleasure.

Emily of course was transfixed by the movements of those hands, and when she actually got to see Alison DiLaurentis touching herself down there Emily thought she was going to cum on the spot. She at least came close, and continued to feel that way as Ali gently rubbed herself for what felt like an eternity, closing her eyes in bliss before she opened those eyes again and smirked wickedly, at least partly because Emily was staring at her with shameless desire.

"You're not the only one." Alison confessed, "Aria, Hanna, Spencer... they've all begged for the privilege of tasting my cunt, but they're unworthy. They're just stupid little fuck holes, who only exist to get fucked up their butts like the ass whores they are. But you? You Ems, were born to eat pussy, so I want to give you the privilege of being my personal rug muncher, as well as anal whore. But, you have to prove yourself first."

On that last word Alison removed her hand from her pussy and slowly started pushing it up to Emily's mouth, the out lesbian parting her lips automatically when those fingers were almost at their destination, only for Ali to deny her at the last second by pulling her hand back and pushing those fingers into her mouth. Ali then closed her eyes and moaned lustfully, making Emily whimper with disappointment.

To be fair, that moan sounded exaggerated, Ali deliberately teasing her, as if she needed the additional sound to do so. More accurately, it was just twisting the knife, and making Emily even more desperate than ever before to taste Alison DiLaurentis's pussy, which was really saying something considering how long she had yearned for it.

"Get on your knees!" Alison ordered firmly after taking that finger out of her mouth, and then giggled with delight as Emily did as she was told within a blink of an eye. Then Alison pushed, "Do you want it?"

"Yes." Emily croaked.

"Say it." Alison pushed even further.

"I want it." Emily whimpered, staring up pleadingly at Alison, and then when she only got an unimpressed look she forced herself to clearly state, "I want to eat your pussy!"

"Beg me!" Alison demanded firmly.

"Please Alison, please can I eat your pussy!" Emily begged, desperate now, "I want to eat your pussy! I've always wanted to eat your pussy. Please, please give me the privilege of licking you. Of, of licking your cunt. Being your rug muncher. Your personal pussy pleaser! Please? Oh Ali, please, I need to eat your cunt! I need it! Please, please, mmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

Those last few words were muffled as Alison suddenly grabbed the back of Emily's head and shoved her face first into her cunt. Before that Ali had been gently rubbing her pussy again, which looked so wet and yummy Emily's mouth was literally watering. Especially considering Emily could smell it, and the fact that she had never been closer to getting what she wanted.

God, she could practically taste it already, that thought turning her into a mindless cunt addicted lesbo who was literally starving for pussy. Then her wonderful friend finally gave her what she'd been aching for all these years, the lesbian's mind going completely blank as she tasted heaven in liquid form.

Alison let out an almost embarrassingly loud and high-pitched cry of joy from the feeling of Emily Fields starting to eagerly lap away at her cunt. Of course it wasn't like the other girl noticed, as she was far too consumed with what she had obviously always wanted, and what it felt like she'd been born to do.

Oh yes, sweet little Emily Fields was born to be Alison DiLaurentis's personal pussy licker, who got down onto her knees where she belonged in front of her top at a moments notice. That was the reason Emily existed, something Alison intended to make crystal clear to her friend, because she could already tell Emily was a better pussy licker than Aria, Hanna and Spencer could ever hope to be.

Honestly it was probably only a matter of time before Alison gave her other best female friends, the honour of tasting her twat, but for now she really liked just using them to satisfy her need to anally dominate inferior women, as it showed just how inferior to her they were. More importantly it solidified that Emily was special to her. Her favourite. Something she which would gleefully show off to her other friends the first chance she got.

Oh yes, Alison could picture it now, Aria, Hanna and Spencer watching with pure jealousy on their faces while Emily, and only Emily, was given the privilege of eating Alison's pussy before, the dominant teen used all four of their bitch butt holes for her pleasure.

It was a fantasy Alison had been enjoying a lot lately, and with the intensity of actually experiencing getting her pussy licked by the girl for the very first time, or anyone for that matter, and the fact that it was the girl, she might just be in love with,was just too much, even for the mighty Alison DiLaurentis. Oh God, Alison was on the edge of climax in record time, which was extremely embarrassing, even under the circumstances.

Then again, she wouldn't of been in this position if Emily had given her a gentle pussy licking to start with. Never mind that it should have been Alison telling her to slow down, and that she should do that now, this was clearly Emily's fault for being so eager with her tongue that she had attacked Alison right from the start, constantly bashing her clit until she had no choice but to give into her desire.

Silently promising that she would punish Emily for this later, but not too severely, Alison ordered as firmly as she could under the circumstances, "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS EAT ME YOU WHORE! FUCKING EAT MY PUSSY JUST LIKE THAT, OOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSS, MMMMMMMMM, GAWWWWWWWWD, FUCK ME! TONGUE FUCK ME YOU DYKE, MAKE ME CUM IN YOUR HOT LITTLE QUEER MOUTH! OHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS, USE YOUR LEZZIE TONGUE, MMMMMMMMM FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK, TO FUCK ME, AH FUCK, YOU WONDERFUL BITCH, AH GOD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!"

Which was about as close as Alison could get to coherent speech in that moment of pure bliss, and even that sounded like the begging of a pathetic little bitch. But again, Emily was clearly too far gone to notice, given she was fairly quick to shove her tongue as deep as would go into Alison, almost instantly triggering what had to be the most powerful climax of her life.

Oh yes, while it wasn't quite as mentally satisfying as completely destroying another girl's butt, there could be no doubt that it was more physically pleasurable, enough to make Alison question her previous priorities. Also she too lost in her own pleasure to recognise at first she was embarrassing herself, and then doing the opposite as her mindless body regained it's dominance.

Emily hadn't meant to rush eating Ali's pussy. Hell, this was her greatest fantasy come to life, and in all her dreams there had been hours of gentle kisses, sweet words and soft touches before even her first lick to this tasty treat.

Then when she actually started Emily would worship Alison all night long, teasing her to the edge of orgasm countless times before giving the other girl as many wonderful climaxes as she could. In reality she was so lost in her lust for the goddess known as Alison DiLaurentis that she was frantically licking her pussy right from the start.

More importantly, she was hammering away at the other girl's clit, and by the time Emily came to her senses, it was too late to stop it. Mostly because by then Alison ordered her to make her cum, and what was she supposed to do, not obey right away? Especially now it sounded like Alison DiLaurentis was begging her to do something, which made Emily feel very smug.

That feeling of smug pride was completely gone when Alison DiLaurentis's cum hit Emily's taste-buds, which again turned her into a mindless pussy pleaser, who was desperate for more of the liquid heaven that was filling her mouth, which was somehow even better than Ali's regular cunt cream. Which was something she was kind of expecting, given her hands-on research, but nothing could have ever truly prepared her for tasting Alison DiLaurentis's cum.

Luckily Emily was a naturally skilled cunt licker, and she automatically removed her tongue so she could concentrate on swallowing that heavenly liquid, before shoving her tongue right back in and using it to fuck the other girl to another climax so there would be more cum for her to swallow.

For who knows how long Emily repeated this process, feeling like she was in pure paradise, and even more when she came to her senses and could appreciate the way that Alison had gone from stroking her hair affectionately, to grabbing a tight hold of it and shoving her face as deep as it would go into her cunt.

Then there was the fact that she was making this normally terrifying girl tremble under her touch, and the fact that allegedly their other friends, a.k.a. Alison's bitches, had been given this privilege. Although perhaps most of all, was the wonderful screams, cries and even whimpers that the most popular girl in her school was making. Hell, for that brief moment Emily actually felt in control of the situation.

It was a fleeting thought, and no sooner had it echoed through Emily's mind than Alison was beginning to grind her pussy into her face, gently at first, but gradually picking up the pace until all Emily could do was stick out her tongue and hope for the best. This way, some of the girl cum shot straight into her mouth, down her throat and into her belly where it felt like it belonged, and more importantly, Alison was bashing her clit against Emily's tongue, meaning she was still contributing to her friend's pleasure.