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For a long moment the women lay partly in dejection and partly basking in a delicious glow.
Slowly Emma got up off the floor and sat next to Sophie.
She moved over and leaned down until her face was just a few inches from Sophie’s and whispered throatily, “Sophie, I love you,” and leaned further until their lips touched.
“Hold it, Emma, let’s go back up stairs.”
It took some doing, but eventually they made it by half carrying each other.
When they got back to the bedroom, Sophie told Emma, “You lie here and just let me look at you for a while.”
Emma complied and smiled up at the beautiful glowing features of her sister gazing at her.
Sophie kissed Emma tenderly on her lovely smile. Slowly she slipped her tongue out to part Emma’s ruby lips. For a few moments they toyed with each other. Then with a groan as earnest as anything she could muster, Sophie intensified her kiss pouring her soul into it.
Sophie backed off. She slowly let her gaze drop down and take in Emma’s whole body. Then her soft, delicate hands also took the same trip. “My, my,” she whispered as her hands gently fondled her breasts. Emma’s nipples still erect seemed to reach out to greet Sophie’s touch. Her warm hands then traced Emma’s contours to her slim hips. Then she carefully took Emma’s hands and placed them on her own small breasts. No encouraging was needed to persuade Emma to return the playful excursion.
The tingling sensations were driving Emma crazy and when Sophie reached around and enveloped Emma’s small, but firm, buttocks and stretched further to trace between her legs, she thought she could stand no more. She tensed.
That seemed to halt Sophie’s dallying. But Emma caught the hint and protested as adamantly as she could. “Sophie, I have never felt so wonderful, so needed and so wanted as I did just now. Just these little touches bring more pleasure than that whole time with Sam. Please don’t stop. Please.”
At that Sophie let her hand creep down to Emma’s loins. She felt herself get sort of wobbly as Emma followed suit. She closed her eyes and felt the tingling between her legs. Her hand gently stroked around the juicy labia fondling every wrinkle as if it was the last time she would be there. It was Emma who first reached the uppermost fold hooding that delicate creature that when properly stimulated could raise a woman to heights no man could imagine. The electricity flashed through them as they writhed and squirmed and moaned in unison under the exquisite instinctive, yet caring touch of each other. Their own desires reflected in their own actions. Each mirroring the other.
As the animal noises grew louder and louder, Sophie slipped a hesitant finger inside of Emma’s hot vagina, all slimy with her own and Sam’s fluids. But she never left that delightful clitoris as she slid inside.
Then when they seemed near to the peak of ecstasy, Sophie released her probing hand and turned around so that she straddled Emma and buried her face into the awaiting folds of pink. Emma, anticipating this move, helped her move and when Sophie had turned completely around she reached up to enfold each firm buttock and pulled herself up until she could tenderly kiss her way slowly up the inside of Sophie’s leg to the awaiting sensitive engorged rumple of lusting flesh. Then she, too, immersed her own face in the honey-scented genitalia poised over her.
Sophie shivered and goose-bumps appeared on her delicate thighs.
They each snuggled into the innermost fold of labia until their faces were covered with the love-fluids. Their tongues glided out to probe the turgid fleshy folds, searching for other ways to bring joy to the other.
In one fell swoop, they felt themselves depart the world they knew and enter the sensuously enchanting world of lovers. The first touch of the other’s tongue on their private parts caused them no anxiety, although just a few hours ago it would have been unthinkable. They writhed and twisted in a frenzy.
Lasciviously their warm tongues continued to invade the other’s every fold and recess, bringing hot saliva to moisten and oil, and leaving a tingling they had never imagined in their wildest dreams.
The sensations were exquisite. They uttered not a word as their warm lips and tongues played games of passion on the other’s genitals.
All the while they were orally stimulating each other, their hands were not idle. They had crept around to each other’s buttocks and were slowly and sensuously stroking them, not in a lewd way, but like caressing a delicate flower. They didn’t miss a contour. The feeling aroused them even more, if that was possible.
In unison they nodded, like urging the other on, sending additional shivers of passion down their spines. They nuzzled deeper in the other’s crotch.
Sophie took the next step as she ever so gently touched Emma’s clitoris with the very tip of her tongue, sending shudders through both of them. Emma let out a growling moan.
Then, quickly Emma followed her sister’s lead and let her moist tongue delicately probe until she, too, finally found Sophie’s clitoris, which had swollen to visible size and was peeking out from under the protective fold. Eventually, they again found each other’s clitoris and indulged themselves in mutual stimulation of that delightfully sensitive organ.
Sophie involuntarily arched her back under the urging of Emma’s warm hands still massaging her buns. Sharp cries erupted as an intense flash coursed through them.
The scene was marvelous and lascivious beyond imagination. It was almost like a soft, warm, pink and white, luscious creature was eroticizing herself on a life-sized mirror. The smoothly rising ivory breasts were each crowned with a delicious little pink nipples, arrogantly erect. The smooth white legs, the delicate inner thighs, framing lovely faces, gently curving to converge where the silky pubic hairs nestled around passionately heaving mons of flawless contour. The labia, swollen and ripe and juicy, sheltering the other’s probing, incessant tongue. The beloved, exquisite clitorises, corpulent and sturdily erect, voraciously lusting for an amorous touch. The moistness slowly oozing from the engagingly delicious and inviting darkness of the vaginas.
Only when they had reached the very peak by their lavish lathering, did they pause, figuratively, standing at the crest of passion, realizing that all was not quite right. They had provided all of the physical stimulation any mortal could ask, now it was time for spiritual stimulation.
Like in a dream, Sophie backed away from her haven in Emma’s luscious crotch, and floated over her sister, sliding over the taut awakened body until once again she was lying full length on Emma, toe to toe, face to face.
“Sophie, thank you for turning around. I want to join with you and share my very being with you,” she gasped, and pulled the lissome woman down to her awaiting lips. For a short second they kissed gently as their hips writhed desperately searching for the other’s genitals.
The instant they found each other the gentle kiss exploded into one of such intensity that they each thought they were dying. Yet they cared not, for this moment was worth it. Their bodies strained against each other, the labial lips as intimately engaged as their oral lips. The eruption began in their genitals and shot like a bolt of fiery lightening up their exultant bodies radiating intense heat as it went. Only when it reached their heads did they finally disengage that perfect kiss and erupt in groans of utter agony and delight. Their racked bodies flailed and thrashed in convulsions beyond their control as if they were on the brink of death, itself, rather than that other ultimate experience.
They heaved and tossed and wailed and screamed and groaned and writhed. The world around them totally and completely forgotten and beyond all caring. Time passed unnoticed.
Finally, as the ecstasy subsided they resumed their kissing and fondling as if they intended to commence that wonderful climb once again. But that was not the intention, for they were as emotionally and physically spent as it was possible to be.
Their eyes were still closed to all else besides each other and their bodies devoid of any sensation or stimulation beyond that being imparted by the other — the gentle and tender touches, the sensitive fondling of their small, firm breasts, the enveloping of the unblemished ivory mounds, the tracing around the delicate areole, the toying and teasing of the perfect nipples, turgid still with passion, genitals engaged, lips to lips, clitoris to clitoris, life to life. Together they moaned in ecstasy as they rode the wonderful slow ride down the mountain of perfect joy.
They continued this after-play for more than an hour. Finally, they drifted into the consummate sleep.
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