Philip's hands fell to her waist, returning her embrace and she kissed him. Finally, she came up for air. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw you, cutie," she hissed into his ear, her own hand caressing his ass.
Across the room, Margot sat down in a chair that Emily had set up, facing the bed. Her jeans were already off and she was hurriedly unbuttoning her shirt, stripping down to her underwear as she watched them.
"I want to eat you out," Philip said to Emily.
"No hurry, baby," she cooed. "We have the whole day ahead of us. You'll get your chance. Kiss me." He did, in a tangle of tongues, lips, hands moving up and down each other's bodies as they became better acquainted.
He was really loving her tits; they were bigger than his head, pillowy, and simply enormous. Margot was no slouch in that department either, but Emily was truly something special.
He stole a glance back at Margot. She was watching them eagerly, a hand lazily slid down the front of her panties. She caught his eye and winked at him, signaling him to return his attention to the voluptuous blonde beneath him.
Philip ran a hand through Emily's platinum hair. If it was dyed, it had been done recently; there were no visible roots. He cradled her head in his hands, staring deep into her beautiful blue eyes, her radiant smile, her wide, open face.
"You're beautiful," he whispered to her, and kissed her again, intensely. His kisses moved down her chin, along her neck, and toward her spectacular breasts. She rolled her shoulders, pushing her tits up into his face as he showered them with kisses, caressing them with his hands, licking and sucking at her gorgeous nipples. Her hands were on the back of his head, stroking his dark hair, holding him to her.
She looked across the room, locking eyes with Margot. Margot tried to look away, intimidated by her friend, but couldn't; that gaze was magnetic.
"He's good, isn't he?" ventured Margot.
"No complaints so far," grinned Emily. Slowly, she began to guide Philip down her body. He knew what she was intending. He trailed kisses down her stomach, to her hips, before finding his face in her moistening crotch. "Go ahead, baby," cooed Emily. "Eat me out."
As Philip's eager tongue lapped at her clit, Margot's fingers began to hasten, frantically moving against her own clit. Her other hand was squeezing her breasts through the thin material of her bra.
"Mmmmmm," moaned Emily. "You've never eaten out a fat girl, have you, baby?" Philip began to protest, but Emily shushed him. "It's okay. It doesn't need to be a bad word. Now answer the question." He shook his head, moving his tongue horizontally back and forth across her. Emily shivered. "Ooooh... he's good. You did a good job teaching him, Margot," she cried. Before long, she couldn't say much at all, reveling in the sensation of Philip's tongue.
He kept at it, encouraged by her cries of pleasure. Her juices were flowing into his mouth, that slightly sour vagina taste he had grown to love, her thick legs rubbing gently against his sides as if she wanted as much skin-on-skin contact as possible. He slid his hands slowly down her thighs, caressing the smooth skin as he went, rubbing her all the way down to her ankles as he studiously ate her pussy.
He heard a cry of orgasm from across the room. Margot. He felt Emily's hold on the back of his head tighten, as if to tell him not to turn his head to see her, but he already knew not to stop. He just smiled to himself, happy in the knowledge that even the sight of his oral technique was enough to get her off.
This must be how porn stars feel,
he thought.
He continued moving his tongue across Emily's engorged clitoris, back and forth, occasionally rolling it between his lips to give his tongue a rest, or occasionally dipping into her pussy itself to taste her, varying the rhythm.
Finally, he began to feel her hold on him tightening again, the tension building inside her. Her breathing was becoming faster, and he knew she was close. He kept going, resisting the urge to speed up, doing everything Margot had taught him about consistent, light movement of his tongue.
Emily squealed in delight, squeezing him gently between her thighs. She squealed again, and again, her climax building, and Philip continued to work his tongue, until she reached the very top of the mountain.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" she screamed, and he felt a rush of vaginal fluid pour down his chin. He felt her shivering and shaking around him as the orgasm wracked through her body. He kept licking, with increased urgency but not speed. He could hear Margot moaning again, watching the pleasure he was giving to her friend, until he brought Emily to a second peak and she screamed again.
The hand on the back of his head loosened, inviting him to rest his tongue. He looked up at Emily's beaming face, a trickle of sweat running down her forehead. "Wow," she whispered. "You're really gifted."
"He really is," squeaked Margot. He looked over to her now. She looked so happy in this moment, the happiest he'd seen her since the first time the two of them had made love. He winked at her and blew her a kiss, and she simply smiled back, her eyes soft and full of affection.
Emily's steering hand now dropped to Philip's chin, guiding his gaze back to her. "Stand up, baby," she cooed. He did, standing proud before her, fully erect. Emily climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, her face only a few centimeters from his dick. She took it in her hands, examining it. "Look at this big pretty cock," she said. "Margot's a lucky gal." And without another word, she opened her mouth and fully engulfed his cock, sucking him all the way down to his balls until he could practically feel her uvula batting at his head.
"Holy shit," he gasped. She looked up at him, eyes dancing with mischief, before sliding her lips back down his shaft, until nothing but the tip remained in her mouth. She pressed her lips down on the soft head, a little bit of pressure with no teeth. Then she took his entire length again, faster this time. In and out, slowly increasing the speed. Her mouth felt amazing; if anything, she was even better at this than Margot was. Philip began to slowly pump his hips, gently, not wanting to choke her, but wanting to feel every inch of her wet mouth on him. His hands fell down to the back of her head, stroking her blonde hair as she sucked him. Without looking, she grabbed a tube of lube off the bedside table and smeared a finger in it, and he felt one of her hands creeping around behind him, her slippery finger tentatively rubbing at his asshole. He didn't resist, and she slowly poked into him, just up to the first knuckle, but enough that he could definitely feel it.
"Fuuuuuck," he moaned, as she worked. He stole a glance back at Margot, who was watching, enraptured. At some point, she had shed her bra and panties, and was now fully naked.
"Is she taking good care of you?" Margot asked, her voice dripping with exaggerated tenderness. All Philip could do was nod.
Emily took him to the very edge of coming, before abruptly pulling back, taking him out of her mouth, her fingertip sliding out of his ass. Philip groaned in frustration as Emily smiled up at him, before elegantly standing up and lying back down on the bed. She was on her back now, her legs spread wide, the position she had been when he entered, the length and breadth of her curvy, incredible body displayed in front of him. She grinned again, and beckoned.
This was it. He swallowed, nervous, but his penis, dripping with her thick saliva, remained at full mast. He climbed into the bed with her, climbed on top of her, felt her appreciative hands sliding down his sides, guiding him into position, his hands on her hips, the tip of his cock just brushing against her pussy lips. He pushed forward ever so slightly, feeling her part around him. She gasped in pleasure, but he pulled back, teasing her. He slid forward again, just a few centimeters, feeling her wetness again, and then pulled back again, leaving her gasping in frustration. He smiled down at her, doing his best to recapture the mischievous glint in her own eyes a second ago. Her expression was pleading.
"Please," she whispered. "Give me this young cock. Fill me up, Philip."
That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust forward, into her wet cunt, and she gasped again at the feeling of him. "Oooooh," Emily moaned. "You're a big boy, Philip. Did you know that?"
