Even Then: Sinners Chapter 3
I sat patiently, feeling like a wealthy ruler on a plush couch and slowly sipping the last drops of champagne. My hand holding the glass trembled, and my heart raced with anticipation.
As the door opened and Emma walked in, her presence filled the room, her naked body shimmering with a glow of its own in the light. She didn't immediately turn on the lights, letting me stare at her beautiful body encased in the sheer dress that clung to her skin. Her breasts heaved, and I could see the outline of her nipples, just as her thighs rubbed together, riding up the hem of her dress.
When she finally turned on the light, she transformed into someone elegant and polished.
She inched closer, teasingly swinging her hips so her skimpy dress clung to her body.
"Is this how you remember me, Tom?" she asked.
I could only nod in response.
Emma moved to a corner and stood in front of a lamp, her dress revealing her perfect ass and perfect thighs. Slowly, she turned around, showing off her firm buttocks before sliding her hands up her waist to cross over her chest. The fabric clung to her skin, then released, as she rotated her hips. Finally, she turned fully to me, posing in a sultry manner.
"Do you remember when I'd step into the light for you?" Emma teased. "When you let your eyes devour my body, so easily entangled with yours?"
I could only nod and gasp as I imagined what she meant.
With a smirk, she turned back to the corner light. I watched in awe as she teasingly stroked the material, letting the light shine through the thin fabric at just the right moment. When she spread her legs, I could see her pink slit with the full pout of her labia. The heat coming from her crotch was almost tangible.
For a few long seconds, Emma stared in my direction as if her entire body was yearning for more. Then she twisted her torso until her breasts pointed at me, their nipples hard and aching.
She asked, "Tom, do you want this dress off? I want to see your naked body, and feel your mouth on my nipples, your fingers exploring my lips..."
I think I spoke incoherently, but she knew what I wanted. She clicked off the lamp and lay next to me. As we kissed, her hand trailed down my body, stopping at my erection, barely concealed by my pants.
"I loved showing you my body. This dress, your desire-filled gaze helped us become closer, to explore the depths of our desire. Now, Tom, I want to see you. Open your pants, then your shirt. Let's be naked together."
As Emma took in my body, we cupped each other's faces and consummated the passion that had built up in our kisses. After this moment, I was no longer shy, bashful, or inexperienced. Emma had demanded such passion, and I was willing to give it to her.
As she stretched out on top of me, her dress now fully revealing her aroused crotch, my lips parted aching for more. Embracing her from behind, Emma whispered, "I want you to kiss and touch me all night. My dress is between us right now, but I've taken it off for you."
Emma's excitement spurred me on, so I didn't waste any time. I kissed her ankles, her waist, her pussy, upward toward her neck. Once I reached her face, we kissed straight into the night, our tongues swirling and searching each other's mouths.
As we ground our groins together, I couldn't help but become more turned on. Emma gasped for air but did not ask me to stop. Instead, she stated, "You're insatiable, Tom; your body yearns for me. That's why I'm here."
Filled with desire, I continued kissing her body. I released her nipples from the dainty piece of lace and traced a line from her breast to her stomach, her hips, and then back to her neck. I was careful not to leave a trace, remembering how the material of her sexy dress had felt before; she could have me wrapped around her finger.
With my hands clasped around her ass, I pushed deeper into her, feeling my cock slide in.
"Tom," Emma moaned, "don't you want to be with me?"
I pulled back slightly, my mouth teasingly hovering over her bare, exposed skin. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, intoxicating. I couldn't help but close my eyes and inhale deeply, savoring every bit of her aroma.
Slowly, I traced my fingers along the side of her inner thighs, enjoying the feeling of her soft, smooth skin under my touch. As I ran my fingers further, I pressed light kisses against her outer thighs, making my way towards her core.
She wriggled beneath me, her legs involuntarily spreading wider. But her tight dress prevented her from fully exposing herself. Frustrated, I reached out and grabbed the seam of her dress. Unfortunately, I tore it, causing it to split in two.
Looking mortified, I stammered, "I'm sorry. I ruined your dress."
Emma chuckled and reached down to help me up. Instead of hugging me for comfort, though, she grabbed my head and pressed it to her now exposed crotch.
I hesitated, unsure if I should start kissing her pussy, but she was insistent. She tugged at my hair, urging me forward. I reluctantly complied, burying my face into her center.
At first, I was too shy to do anything. But I couldn't resist running my hands over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. As I caressed her, she wiggled her hips, trying to open her legs further.
However, the tight confines of her dress stopped her. I decided to help her out and pulled the loose fabric off her legs before kneeling down again.
Her pussy was covered in luscious folds, glistening with moisture. It was breathtaking, even more beauty than I'd imagined. After years of fantasizing, this was finally my chance.
Emma's pussy was unlike any other. The soft, swollen lips on either side were perfectly shaped, leaving a small opening between them. My tongue darted out to taste the sweet nectar leaking from her.
Despite seeing countless pussies online, this one took my breath away. Although unsure of what to do, I ran my tongue along her wet slit. Then, with a deep sigh, she urged me on.
"Kiss it, Tom!" she moaned. "Don't make me wait any longer! This pussy is for you!"
My heart raced, my cheeks flushed. Emboldened, I stroked her inner thighs once more and leaned in to press my lips against her clit without fully committing.
Emma became impatient and grabbed my tongue, pressing it straight into her pussy. The sensation was incredible, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I lapped furiously, savoring her taste, her wetness, and her scent.
As I pleasured her, I teased her clit, Alternating between gentle strokes and flicks as I worked my fingers between her writhing legs. Frantic moans rose from her lips, urging me to continue.
Finally, I dared to lap her slit, tasting her juices as they flowed freely. Encouraged, I pulled back to take a breath. As I inhaled, I was met with a sweet, earthy aroma that intensified with every movement.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and thrust her pussy into my face again. "Fuck, Tom! Taste my wet pussy!" she begged. "Eat me out!"
Pushing myself into her, I feasted on her pussy. I explored every inch of her lovely folds, licking and sucking at them. With each touch, her pleasure intensified, her lust outweighing any embarrassment about her damp panties she wore.
Never one to waste an opportunity, I reveled in the flavors and textures of her hot center. Relishing the immersive experience, I gave in to my own desire.
Driven by pure instinct, I slurped at her opening, relishing the way it shuddered and pulsed against my tongue. The feel of her smooth, pulling muscles made me shudder - this was why I'd been so curious to taste pussy. But in that moment, Emma's pussy felt like no other I'd ever imagined.
I giggled softly when I felt her hands on my head, gripping me as she dragged me closer. Her muscles tightened and relaxed, waves of sensation flowing through me. Then, to my surprise, she verbally encouraged me to go further.
"Suck it!" she while, her hips bucking against my face. "Swallow my essence!" Her words ringing in my ears, I unleashed a frenzy of desire and widely explored her entire pussy, now denuded, before plunging in with renewed vigor.
Emma's cries escalated, and I could feel her nearing the peak of pleasure. At last, she clenched, and I felt her pussy spasm. Instruction came flooding out, bursting from her as she came.
"Kiss it. Touch it. Lick it! Eat it up!" She screamed, her muscles contracting against my face.
For Emma, this was just the start of her desires. She let go of me, drawing closer with her eyes just a few inches from her vagina as her fingers spread her lips apart.
"Take a look, Tom! Look at it! You desire,... you want my hot pussy, don't you, Tom?"
"Yes, Emma! God, I adore your lovely pussy!"
"Lick me, Tom!... God, suck my clit and enjoy me till I cry!"
This time I didn't leave her waiting. I ran my broad tongue into the wet warmth of her pussy, licking from her swollen vagina's opening to where Emma's finger touched a secret spot.
I realized from my - thanks to Emma - decreasing virginity that this hindering finger was playing with her, for me still unknown clit. So, I intended on using my lips and tongue instead of a blind finger.
And would Emma even want me to do so?
When I made my deep-loving lick through Emma's pussy again, my tongue pushed her finger aside and found under it a small stiff button. As I poked and circled and flicked what I had unluckily found, it popped in and out of its home, and Emma's moans grew louder. And her pussy rippled and trembled against my mouth.
When my tongue went back to touch the pussy opening, I could taste its hot juice flowing out. And Emma's moans turned into a choppy "Yes Yes Yes Tom!" as she moaned more.
Being new, I couldn't know what Emma would want. When my mouth - lips, tongue, and teeth - engulfed her clit for a hard-sucking bite, she screamed out indecipherable "Yes!... Yes, Tom!"
But, when my motivated mouth, after a minute or so, didn't show mercy and kept attacking her clit, Emma grabbed my hair and gasped, "Stop it!... God, I'm going to come!... Please!... Please, Tom, not yet!"
She tried to lift my face from her bush but suddenly a storm of orgasm hit her thighs and she locked, almost crushing me, my face onto her spurting, wildly climaxing pussy.
After she let me go, she urged my cum-covered mouth and face up and over her pubic area. I still intended to hold my promise, but Emma stopped me from kissing her, as her dress was in the way. When I pushed it up her body, she grabbed it and tossed it aside.
Completely naked now, Emma gave me just a second to suck and bite one of her nipples. With my stiff erection already pressing against her thighs, she wanted it inside of her. When our mouths met, she thrust her tongue into my mouth repeatedly while gasping, "God, I keep coming! Don't stop! Fuck me, Tom!...Fuck, fuck, God fuck me till we finish together!"
Amazingly, the big tip of my thrusting shaft found almost instantaneously the hot-slippery entrance of Emma's arching and accepting pussy. When it slid all the way in one move into the wet-hot embrace of her vagina, I stayed still in surprise.
As our tongues intertwined and danced in a provocative telling-all dance, my orgasm was on the brink. I feared coming too soon. It kept me from fucking Emma in the way she pleaded. All I could do was to place my rigid cock deep into her pussy, attempt to stay still, and resist the enticing stimulation of her pussy humping, grinding, and milking my penis.
Suddenly, Emma's legs wrapped around me. They locked on my ass and pressed my cock farther into her bucking, repeated spasms of climax. As she wailed into my mouth her song of uncontrolled lust, I experienced orgasm after orgasm.
As the last tremors subsided, Emma released her legs, ensuring I didn't lose my erection. For several minutes, we lay in a loving embrace, saying nothing. Lacking words, I kissed Emma all over her face until she found her voice.
With a throaty laugh, she muttered:
"It was fabulous! Unlike anything before!...I had two irresistible orgasms before I was even fucked....I understand now why I craved you. Cousin Tom, you possess the ability!...I can't wait to see what you'll do to me next...after such foreplay!"
She let go of my hand, reaching for a napkin on the table. With a seductive smile, she wiped up the juice dripping from her thighs before clamping the cloth to her wet pussy.
"God, I came!" she laughed and beckoned for my hand, "You should rinse my pussy, Tom."
We separated. Emma, holding her legs closed together, took the cloth and blew me a kiss.
"See you in the shower, Tom."
There was a certain comforting ease with which Emma encouraged me to join her in the shower, despite my hesitance caused by the after-sex embarrassment I often experience. As I stepped into the shower, Emma grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and smiled, asking, "Do you prefer my front or my back? Which part of me do you like most?"
Her intentions were made clear as she moved her body against me, clearly signaling that she wished for my hands to be on her chest. She started to soap up my hands as she washed them, moving from her shapely breasts to her soft stomach and down to her bushy pubic area, and finally to her thighs. When my soap-slippery fingers found their way into Emma's spread and inviting vagina, she playfully exclaimed, "Naughty! Next time, I'll taste soap."
Once I turned Emma around, I used the soap to gently massage her back, moving my hands closer and closer to her irresistible, attractive derriere. Once there, I couldn't resist sliding my hands all over Emma's exposed, alluring backside. When I slid a finger between her ass crack, my erection couldn't help but rub against her thighs, eliciting a pleasurable response from Emma.
When Emma turned around and bent her face towards me, she whispered, "Naughty!", apparently enjoying the sensation. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees and took my aroused manhood into her mouth, licking and sucking it until it was hard and throbbing. When she stood up and snapped off the shower, she handed me a towel while donning a white dressing gown. We then retreated to the divan, both of us wrapped in the soft fabric. Trumpeting our swift return to innocence after our passionate tryst, we proceeded to laugh about it, joking about how we could easily slip from decadence back into a simple, domestic idyll.
As I placed my mug of coffee on the table, my eyes caught a glimpse of the torn half of Emma's dress crumpled in the corner of the divan. I picked it up and presented it to Emma, apologizing for destroying her beautiful garment.
"It was my fault," she replied with a shrug. "I told you before that I wanted to be kissed out of my dress by someone like you... someone who wouldn't degrade or demean me the way my husband would. At those parties, whenever I walked into a room, men would leer at me, treating me like a cheap object to be groped and touched whenever I was in view."
I expressed my confusion.
"It's complicated," she replied. "I loved wearing these dresses, but wearing them would make men leer and touch me inappropriately. Even my husband would treat me like a slut when I wore them."
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