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Sophie spoke first, “Oh, Emma, that was so wonderful. Will we ever be able to experience anything like it again?”
“I don’t know, Sophie. We can sure hope so.”
“I hate to get up, but we can’t stay like this forever,” Emma finally said and rolled gently off of her sister. “Besides I must have crushed you, didn’t I?”
“Hardly. You were like a feather. A very sexy feather,” she laughed in response.
But when Emma sat up she realized that after a whole day of passion and no food, one didn’t just hop up and run a race. A dizziness enveloped her as she paused. She decided that it would be the better part of valor to just go about this slowly. So she sat back cross-legged next to Sophie.
I just want to look at you for a few minutes before I go,” she whispered as she soaked up the exquisite beauty lying before him.
“Do you know that the Creator made a appalling mistake when He disallowed people to make mad, passionate love remotely so we could see the beauty of the human body,” she said. “Well, at least some bodies. Your’s, for instance.”
“Might I say the same about your’s?” Sophie responded, as she also sat up in front of her sister.
As Emma reached out to gently cup Sophie’s small, but luscious, breasts in her warm hands, Sophie extended her hand and caressed Emma’s nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the newly found hills and valleys of each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out in greeting. Sophie paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Gently she encircled the nipple until her passionate tongue embraced the exquisite extreme tip. Their fingers continued to enjoy their romp.
One of her hands crept up to stroke Sophie’s hair and fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area, rich in erotic senses. It was still dripping wet with Sam’s seminal fluids, but it bothered her not. Emma gently traced the contours of her sister’s pubic mound and tangled her fingers lovingly in the hair. She leaned over and plucked a small, perfect, white daisy from a vase next to the bed and wound the stem amongst the fur and then tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.
Sophie’s hands, far from being idle, caressed Emma’s breasts and arms and followed the flawless, tinging skin down towards the deep and dark nether regions.
Quickly, Sophie found Emma’s clitoris, her blood-rich bud, flower, seat of driving passion. But not until after she had deliciously sought the hidden depths of her creamy pink vagina, the love-shrine. The fluids moistened and lubricated her touch. With exquisite care and tenderness she surrounded her exquisitely sensitive flower and caressed every crevice and tip. Emma gave a reflex intake as she reached the tip. Emma’s moans were equaled only by her sister’s.
Not to be outdone, Emma dallied with trembling hand at the brink as shivers of passion waved through Sophie’s graceful body.
Together they lavished joyful touch upon tender touch on each other as they shared their exquisitely lovely and passionate moment. As their soft and gentle frolicking continued their breathing meshed into one.
Imperceptibly each clung to the other. At no time did their eyes wander from each other, being constantly focused on their finger’s meanderings.
As one they looked at each other as if to verify that their time was now. The electricity of the moment was awesome.
Their eyes again dropped as Sophie untangled her lovely long legs and laid them on either side of Emma. They played as a perfect team. As one of her hands continued the caress of her neck and back, the other alternated between the tender awakening of her clitoris and sensitive probing of her warm cave of joyful love. Simultaneously, one of her hands sought Emma’s back and pulled her closer and the other continued the dancing over Sophie’s bloated labia and clitoris.
As passion once again overtook them Sophie slipped her hand down to Emma’s craving and yearning vagina, exploring every inviting fold. And as Emma opened slightly her vagina she allowed Sophie’s softly probing fingers to run around the lips ever perceptually creeping closer to the warm, dark cave, as her flowing juices graciously covered paved the way.
They both watched in utter amazement as their now self-activated genitals meshed together. With faint help from either, their labia folded together like the Creator might have designed them and their erect little clitorises gentle kisses. The mood was electric.
Only then did they look up to gaze into each other’s eyes.
With a sly grin Emma said, “What now, the best part is over?”
Sophie smiled back and said, “Let’s just wait and see.”
Snuggling closer, they remained locked, totally engaged.
Sophie squirmed and uttered a delightful squeal, “Emma, it wasn’t even like this before. Can we keep this moment?” The rhetorical question went unanswered.
Still lovingly gazing at each other, they sat linked in ecstasy for close to fifteen minutes. Then at a moment totally without sign, Sophie whispered, “It is time.”
Slowly she lowered Emma to the bed and lay on top of her. She gazed into Emma’s wide eyes for a second before she gently kissed those ruby lips.
Emma deftly and gently cupped Sophie’s buttocks. Sophie first pulled away, then with a rocking of her hips, artfully guided her genitals towards Emma’s awaiting womanhood. As they made contact, she paused. She carefully moved against her engorged clitoris causing both to cry out in joy. The ecstatic caressing of their passion flowers continued to drive them higher and higher.
Then with nearly imperceptible movement they began the dance of love that could only end their delight. Only their impatience and the continued urgency of their loins were needed now to assure complete coupling. After a few minutes of delightful gyrations, squeezes, and grunts and groans, they meshed.
Their mutual motions were not so much in and out, as the love-dance of a man and women would be, but a side-to-side and circular motion. Their flushed, vibrant genitals remain in exquisite contact at all time.
As each circle was completed the delicate clitorises would once again kiss and nestled next to each other. The pair would pause and the subtle tremble or tremoring of their bodies would excite the two turgid organs and allow them to flutter against each other in the most gentle and exciting fashion. At each contact the women squealed in delight. And began another circular movement.
As the gentle rhythms of their swaying pelvises gradually increased in intensity, their breathing took on a certain urgency. With this heavy breathing, their pelvic churning followed suit.
Since Emma was virtually supporting Sophie’s whole weight anyway, it seemed like all that was needed was to close the door. Emma reached up around Sophie’s neck, kissed her hard on the lips and pulled herself up until she could wrap her legs around her sister’s loins. She stretched her lithe, lovely limbs up to increase the intimate contact of their bodies and enfold her sister in their grip of desire.
The fluid noises of their combined juices, a slight bed-centered squeak and their passionate breathing were the only sounds.
Precisely on cue their breathing became more like grunts and groans as the heated motion of their bodies became more spontaneous and impulsive and less restrained.
As their exertion approached the agonizing stage the sensuous groans became a constant barrage of erotic and carnal grunts. Emma half-heartedly attempted to control the fantastic gyrating of Sophie, just to make the moment linger, but to no avail.
Then at the exact same instant they paused. Then, reinforced by Emma’s fiercely gripping legs wrapped about her waist, Sophie drove her hips against Emma. Simultaneously, she erupted with a monstrous and guttural primeval cry. Emma fought her urge to scream and only partially succeeded. A shrill wail of ecstasy bubbled from her lips along with the cry, “Oh, no, God! Don’t let it be finished! Bring it back.” Their simultaneous cataclysmic orgasms gushed.
As they strove to extract the last vital drop of lust, Emma clung for dear life with her graceful long legs and lithe arms enfolding Sophie. Their virtual life fluids flowed freely.
In unspeakably wonderful joy, they lay spent in each others arms. With gentle smiles they kissed. No words were spoken as the night closed in on them.
