Sinners All Even Then Ch 03

I waited. While I reclined like a pasha at ease on the divan and sipped the last of the champagne, the hand on the glass was shaking and my heart was beating wildly.

When the door opened and Emma stepped into the lit frame, I held my breath. With her face raised she stood for long seconds to let me look at her magnificent naked body encased in the soft halo of her translucent dress. It seemed to shiver, like mine, in pent up excitement.

But then, she reached for the light switch and magically transformed into a picture of cool, head-to-toe elegance.

She stepped closer and grinned. Swaying her body, she made the loose-weave fabric cling, fleetingly only, to her hips and perky nipples.

"Is this how you remember me, Tom?" she asked.

I could only nod.

Emma sidled a few steps closer to the brighter of the corner lamps:

"You want me to step into the light, don't you, Tom? I have done that for you then,... we were naughty, remember? You in staring and I... in wanting to show you all. "

Yes, Emma! Yes! God, you excited me!"

As Emma stepped sideways into the lamp's light, the dress suddenly revealed the sexy contour of her body and the beautiful, long shapeliness of her legs. As she swayed, slowly raising her arms to cross her hands behind her neck, she spread her legs as she turned.

She knew that in the light shining through her thighs, she showed me the lush contour of her pussy. And I could look, for the first time in my life, for long, delicious seconds, at the -- glowing in the light lips and glistening slit of an aroused, beautiful woman's vagina.

But then she turned sideways. Arching back, Emma twisted her upper body into the light, showing off her tits with their dark nipples in their fully aroused glory. As her pubes and bush stretched into the light, the play of muscles tightened her pert-shapely ass.

Emma gifted me a long, sweet minute more before she reached for the lamp to extinguish its magic. Then, her face aglow, she rushed to me on the divan and knelt. With her eyes fixed on mine, she slid her hands up my thighs onto my pulsating cock.

Grasping it through the thin cloth of my pants she murmured, "I am glad I excited you! I loved showing myself - my tits my ass, my hot for you pussy - to you in my sexy dress. But now, Tom, I want you naked! I want you naked, want to see... not just see... your hard, so hot for me cock!"

I could only moan my assent as Emma unhitched my trousers and pulled them, with my underpants, over my pole-like erection. With a cry of delight, Emma pushed her hot mouth over its engorged tip for a quick, sucking love bite. I, having only read about oral sex, cried out in shock and surprise.

With my pants on the floor, Emma kissed her way up my legs, paused for a look and another sensuous lick over my cock, before sliding her tongue up my belly and chest, pushing up my shirt. I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor.

As Emma was lying full-length on my naked body, my cock threatened to pierce the thin fabric of her dress. When her mouth took possession of mine with a throaty moan, her thighs spread as far as the dress allowed. It was enough for my cock to press the pliant thin cloth, onto Emma's hot pussy.

We kissed; both of us highly aroused. Our tongues wrestled and thrust, in a wickedly suggestive exchange, deep into our gasping-for-breath mouths. And my hands dared now to grip Emma's ass. Lifting it, I pressed her spreading, wet-hot pussy hard against my throbbing, cloth-encased cock.

Emma broke free from our kissing and panted, "You are a devil, Tom!... God, kiss me out of this dress!... Kiss me naked to fuck me!"

"How?"

"Kiss me from the bottom up!... Up my legs, my thighs, my pussy!... Yes, kiss my sore-rubbed pussy!... And then my belly, and tits to my mouth.... Kiss me, touch me, taste me, God, I want to be all yours tonight!... Show me how much you want me, Tom!... Kiss me naked! Eat me up!"

Emma's uninhibited, lust-charged language in telling me what she wanted, liberated me from my shyness and the insecurities of being almost a sexual novice.

As I lifted my head and shoulders to move down Emma's kaftan-clad body, the tip of my cloth-encased cock pushed an inch or so into her cunt. As she moaned, "God, yes!" and her hands grabbed my face, I did not withdraw. Only pushing slightly, my rock-hard and cloth-covered cock was for long breathless seconds, almost halfway in Emma's hot-throbbing cunt.

But then I withdrew. In sliding down her body my teeth closed over a stiff nipple that tented the cloth. And when my mouth passed over her pubes, I sank my teeth playfully into the bush-covered hillock. As Emma moaned and pressed it up against my mouth, the new-to-me, heady, tangy-clean smell of Emma's hotly aroused, already half-fucked cunt wafted into my nose.

New as it was for me, it did not disgust me but heightened my lust. I slid down to Emma's feet. Grabbing the seam of her dress and pushing it ahead I kissed, slowly, panting in growing excitement about what I was doing for the first time in my life, my way up Emma's beautiful legs.

From the knees up, Emma inadvertently slowed me down. I had begun to cover the fleshy-soft inside of both her thighs with kisses that -- had there been a competitor -- marked her as mine. And she wanted to give me, mark after mark, an unhindered path to her waiting to be kissed pussy.

But her wish to spread her thighs any wider was hindered by the tight tube of her dress. As she pushed against the constriction, it got harder and harder for me to shift the bunched-up cloth just centimetre by centimetre ahead.

Eventually, frustrated and fearing a change in mood, I knelt to untangle the knotted-up cloth. My hurrying hands were too impatient, and, with a snap, the dress tore in half.

Looking stunned at Emma I could only mutter, "Sorry. Now I've torn your beautiful dress."

Emma burst into laughter and wriggled -- with me looking at her suddenly uncovered belly, bush, and glistening pussy - out of the torn-off lower half of the dress. She stretched out her hands and I thought she would draw me into a consoling embrace.

Instead, still shaking with laughter, she pushed my face down onto her now freed, spread-open crotch.

I felt somewhat humiliated. So, instead of shyly starting to kiss her pussy, I pushed my hands between her spread legs under her buttocks. Grabbing a hold, I pulled her pussy close to my face.

It was the first pussy I had ever been close to; it was breathtakingly different to the furtive fingering under layers of clothing that I had previously done in my opportunistic pettings.

In the past ten years, I have probably seen thousands of pussies on Pornhub. There was rarely one as beautiful as Emma's. The perfect half-moon of her mons was crowned by lusciously swollen but not oversized lips. With the pussy's clean slit slightly apart, I glimpsed in its depth a hot-glistening pink.

The more I looked the more my desire grew to sink my tongue into this pussy, to feel and taste and stir its fire. Wildly excited but still too shy, my out-of-sight fingers must have dug inadvertently hard into the cleft of Emma's ass as my mouth planted its first hot-sucking kiss on one thigh, almost but not yet on Emma's tempting me pussy.

From far away I heard Emma's howl. Not in pain, not a No to my fingers monstering her ass, but triumphant about what they and my hungry kiss made her feel.

And then her fingers were in my hair. As I kissed switching from thigh to thigh, I was getting ever closer to her pussy. Every time I crossed over, Emma's grip tried to press my lips down.

I resisted at first. Still, my hot, panting breath must almost have singed those so kissable lips.

Drawing in the pussy's intoxicating smell weakened my resistance. After a sneaky first flick of my tongue, I began to draw it with mounting relish over Emma's quivering mons and its progressively wetter and invitingly opening slit.

Finally, it was not her hands but Emma's hoarse, lust-charged whispering that swept away the last of my shyness.:

"Kiss it, Tom!...God don't make me wait any longer!... My pussy is yours!... Kiss it!... God, touch it,... lick it,... eat it up!... Taste how hot my cunt is for you... I'm waiting... yes, waiting!"

Her buttocks twitched and shivered in my hands as I -- involuntarily teasing Emma's impatience -- slowly pulled her pussy to my lips. With my heartbeat racing and my throat constricted, my tongue slunk into her pussy's hot-slippery slit.

For the early minute, my tongue groped its way -- exciting for me but for Emma, probably much too gently - through her pussy's lushness.

But then my tongue's wandering tip found the pulsating opening to Emma's cunt. As it circled the rim and pushed in a little way, Emma clasped my face and pushed my mouth with a shrill shriek hard into her pussy. And I responded by thrusting my twirling tongue, again and again, as deep into her cunt as I could reach.

I loved how Emma's cunt gripped my tongue, and I relished the tangy taste of its juices. But I had to come up - much too soon - gasping for air.

For Emma, it was only the wished-for beginning. She released my face. My eyes were only inches from her mons when her fingers pulled her pussy's lips apart:

"Look, Tom! Look! You love,... you want my hot pussy, don't you, Tom?"

"Yes, Emma! God, I love your beautiful pussy!"

"Lick me, Tom!... God, suck my clit and... eat me up till I cry!"

This time I did not make her wait. I pressed my broad tongue into the lubricious heat of her pussy, deep licking it from her cunt's throbbing opening to where Emma's finger pressed on a hidden spot.

I realised in my -- thanks to Emma -- quickly diminishing oral innocence that this hindering finger was playing with her, for me still mysteriously hidden clit. I at once thought that my lips and tongue could do it better than a blind fumbling finger.

And had Emma not asked me to do so?

So, on my next, deep-loving lick through Emma's pussy, my tongue pushed her finger aside to find under it a stiff little button. As I probed and circled and flicked what I had luckily found, it slipped in-and-out of its sleeve and Emma's moans grew louder. And her pussy ground and shivered against my mouth.

When my tongue shifted back to circle once more the cunt's opening, I could taste its hot juice seeping out. And Emma's moans turned into a shrill staccato of "Yes Yes Yes Tom!" as swoon as I shifted my attention back to her clit.

Being a novice, I could only guess what Emma wished for. When my mouth -- lips, tongue and teeth -- closed over her clit for a hard-sucking bite, she cried out a garbled, "Yes!...Yes, Tom!"

But, when my so encouraged mouth, after a minute or so, showed no mercy in ravaging her clit, Emma grabbed my hair and gasped, "Stop it!... God, I'll come!... Please!... Please, Tom, not yet!"

She tried to pull my head up over her pubes but suddenly the spasm of a storming-in orgasm gripped her thighs and she locked, almost strangling me, my face onto her hot-spurting, wild-climaxing cunt.

When her thighs released me, Emma pulled my cum-covered mouth and face up over her bush and belly. I still intended to keep my promise, but Emma stopped me from kissing her out of the remains of her dress. As I pushed it over her rampant tits and her head, she threw it aside.

Gloriously naked now, Emma gave me barely a second to suck and bite a lush nipple. With my rock-hard erection already pressing against her thighs, she wanted it in her. When our lips met, she speared her tongue repeatedly deep into my mouth while gasping, "God, I keep coming! Don't stop! Fuck me, Tom!...Fuck, fuck, God fuck me till we come together!"

Miraculously, the engorged tip of my blindly thrusting rod found almost at once the hot-slippery opening of Emma's arching and searching pussy. When it slipped in one move deep into the wet-hot embrace of her cunt, I held still in momentary shock.

As our tongues entwined and twisted in a shamelessly telling-all dance, my orgasm was pressing in. I feared coming too soon. It stopped me from fucking Emma in the way she hungrily demanded. All I could do was to press my shaking cock deep into her cunt, try to hold on and resist the tantalising caress of her cunt's humping and grinding and milking-me muscles.

Suddenly, Emma's long legs shot up. They interlocked over my ass and rammed my cock even deeper into her bucking, in repeated spasms convulsing crutch. As she howled into my mouth her song of unbridled lust, I came and came and came.

As the last spasms ebbed away, Emma unlocked her legs, taking care not to eject my cock. For long minutes we rested in silence in a loving embrace. Lacking words that would have fitted, I covered Emma's face with gentle, loving kisses until she found her voice.

With a throaty giggle, she whispered:

"That was glorious! Like never before!... I had two irresistible orgasms before I was even fucked.... I know now why I wanted you. You have the gift, Cousin Tom!... I can't wait for what you will do to me next... after such foreplay!"

As her fingers playfully touched her saturated bush, she added, "God, I'm a mess. I better clean up.... Do you want to join me in the shower, Tom?"

We separated. Emma, clamping her legs together, reached for a serviette on the coffee table. Grinning at me suggestively, she wiped up the juice running down her thighs before clasping the cloth to her dripping pussy.

"God, did I come!" she giggled and reached for my hand, "You better give my pussy a proper wash, Tom."

The uninhibited ease with which Emma expected me to join her, countered my welling-up, after-the-fuck shyness. Once under the shower, she reached for a bottle of liquid soap. Grinning, she waved it at me and asked, "Front or back? Which side of me do you like best?"

As she quickly wriggled her back against my body, Emma's preference to have my hands on her front was clear. Guiding me, she replenished the soap on my washing her hands as they progressed, ever so slowly, from the enticing firmness of her tits over the softness of her belly and the hairy hillock of her pubes down onto her thighs. And then, finally, my soap-slippery fingers found their way onto and then deep into Emma's shamelessly spread and offered pussy.

With her ass pressing and rubbing against my growing erection, Emma bend back her face to my ear to whisper, "Naughty! Next time I'll be tasting of soap."

Then I turned Emma round. After pouring soap down her spine, I pulled her close and lovingly washed her back. My hands were sliding closer and closer to her -- for me -- so beguilingly sexy little ass. Once there, my soaping it in took an inordinately long time.

When I drew my soapy fingers up and down Emma's ass's crack -- something that I had always considered untouchable and forbidden -- my again rampant cock had also slipped uninvited in between Emma's thighs.

Seemingly pleased by the double molestation, Emma gave me a hot, excited little kiss and laughed, "Back and front!... I think you like my naughty ass, Tom! I'm glad you do. I'll show you how much."

Emma sank to her knees and her mouth closed over my stiff penis, taking it in for a lengthy, loving, tasting-it suck. Then, taking it into both hands, she let her tongue lick and flick over my cock's more and more engorged head before, with the water streaming on her face, she smiled up at me and said:

"I have wanted to do this all night, Tom.... From the moment I kissed you at the door and felt your cock stir against my pubes. And then out on the sofa, when you so naughtily teased and teased and teased my pussy!... God, I wanted to have him in my mouth to pay you back!"

Emma got up to turn off the shower. Grinning mischievously, she looked down at my manhood and hissed, "Just you wait!"

Stepping out of the shower, she handed me a towel. Then she stalked haughtily off only to return wrapped head-to-knees in a white dressing gown. In her hands -- holding it out to me to slip into -- was a blue one; it must have belonged once to Helmut.

Nursing a mug of coffee and cosily wrapped in our gowns -- it was a still cool May night -- we were back on the divan. We laughed and joked about settling back so quickly from debauchery into a homely idyl.

As I put my coffee mug on the table, out of the corner of my eye I saw the torn-off half of Emma's dress crumbled in the divan's corner. Picking it up and showing it to Emma, I said, "I am so sorry I tore your beautiful dress. Can you forgive me?"

"It was my fault. I was so eager to be kissed out of it by you.... I should have known it was not a dress for such loving affection."

"Why?"

"Because Helmut, whenever he made me wear it and after our guests had left, often tore one of these dresses off my body.... And I wanted to be kissed out of it by you... because Helmut would have never done it.... Nor any of the other men at our parties that could leer at my nakedness whenever I moved into the light for them."

"I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, Tom?"

"You loved wearing these dresses, Emma. Yet, you tell me that when you wore them at these parties, they provoked the males, your husband included, to treat you like a slut!"

She shrugged her shoulders:

"It's complicated, difficult to explain, to justify. Especially to a man like you, Tom."