CSIT update

Sia bought Emma her favorite dress, though even with her friends and family discount it wiped out her budget for the trip. Sia didn’t mind. She’d like seeing Emma in that dress far more than anything else she could spend the money on.

With their allowance exhausted, they decided to just walk around the city and take in the sights. There were plenty of buskers and arcades to entertain them, and they still had plenty of pocket change. The first thing that tempted them was a photo booth.

“Really?” Emma asked. “We have one of those back home.”

“But you’re wearing that dress for the first time,” Sia said. “I want to remember how it looked the first time you wore it!”

“Fine,” Emma said. “As long as you’re not just trying to get me alone again.”

“Of course I’m not!” Sia lied.

They stepped off the busy square to the booth on the side of the road, drawing a thick curtain after them. It cut off the bustling sound from outside, creating an intimate feel. And in the shade, it was nicely cool, making the warmth of their bodies pressing together even more pronounced. Sia teasingly worked her leg against Emma’s.

“Quit it!” Emma said. “You’re going to ruin the picture.”

“You look too good to ruin,” Sia said.

“Do you want to talk about which poses we’re going to do or do you just want to go?”

“I think we should just do what comes naturally.”

Emma fed the machine her quarters—she felt indebted after she’d let Sia buy the dress for her—and the camera blinked a light and let out a warning tone. Emma struck a beatific pose, smiling angelically, and Sia leaned over to her to kiss her bare shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked after the camera flashed.

“What comes naturally,” Sia said, and she bit Emma’s neck. Emma moaned helplessly and the camera’s flash thundered against her closed eyes.

“Come here,” Sia demanded, fisting a hand in the cleavage of Emma’s dress and pulling her into a rough kiss as the camera flashed one more time. Emma was left breathless, aroused, even a little frightened. The blood was pounding in her ears. When Sia let go of her, all she could do was stare.

"I bet I know what you're thinking." Sia said softly.

"Oh?"

"You'd like to touch me." Sia's voice was throaty as she gazed boldly at Emma’s erect nipples. "You'd like to touch my body."

A small tremor seemed to go through Emma, and she barely nodded her head.

"You can, you know." Sia said. "You can touch me if you'd like, Emma. I wouldn't mind if you did. I'd enjoy it."

She crooked a finger at Emma, motioning her to come closer. Emma came, her eyes burning between Sia's thighs. Sia placed her palm on Emma's hip. She moved her palm down onto the naked flesh of the slender thigh, feeling the heat radiating from that succulent body. Sliding her hand around, she closed her fingers upon one small, very tight ass cheek, giving it a squeeze.

Emma whimpered and her body shuddered. She moved a small hand out and placed it upon one of Sia's swelling tits. She ran her finger about the smooth tit, fingering the nipple into a harder peak.

Sia could not resist sliding her hand back in front of the standing girl. She traced her fingers along the tight crotch of Emma's dress, the contact seeming to sear her fingers. Sliding her hand between Emma's thighs, she cupped the girl's succulent cunt and pressed upward.

Emma whimpered with pleasure, and began to squeeze Sia's tits with both hands. “You keep doing this to me…”

Sia rubbed her palm back and forth against Emma's cunt, watching those slim hips writhe and move with her. Using her other hand, she pulled at Emma's wrist, bringing the small hand down under the dress to her own cunt. Placing Emma's hand there, she closed her thighs about it, pumping her hips up and down.

Emma was squeezing one of Sia's tits and feeling the hairy, wet cunt with the other hand. She made a tentative thrust with one finger and Sia mewled as it entered her slippery cunt.

Neither woman said a word. They breathed hotly and swiftly, panting as the excitement grew within their bodies. Their eyes moved about with each other, seeking and finding pleasure. Emma slipped her finger in and out of Sia's cunt. She knew exactly what to do, and it was confirmed when a small finger rubbed against Sia's stingingly hard clitoris.

This pleased Sia tremendously. Going a bit further, she pulled Emma's finger out of her cunt and lifted it to her own mouth. With her eyes blazing up into Emma's fogging glasses, Sia licked the finger, tasting the juices of her own cunt. Taking the small finger into her mouth, she sucked on it, delighted to hear Emma purr with eager anticipation.

Shoving Emma's finger back into her cunt, she worked it in and out by holding the small wrist. Once again she withdrew her finger, and this time offered it to Emma. Without hesitation, Emma licked at the wetly glistening finger then sucked it into her own small mouth.

Sia worked her finger under the tight crotch of Emma's panties and rubbed along the hot lips of the girl's cunt. Emma mewled and arched her hips forward, her eyes glassy.

It was time, Sia knew.

Sitting up, she reached for the straps of Emma's dress. Pulling them from the golden shoulders, she pulled the tight garment to Emma's waist. The tits were heaving as hard as she could’ve expected them too. The nipples were pink—fiery pink—standing up beautifully. For a moment, Sia fondled those succulent tits, then leaned forward and sucked on each nipple in turn. Emma cooed with delight and hugged the other woman's face tightly into her breasts.

Finally she began to roll the dress down. Her eyes were as bright as a child's on a birthday, opening gifts. As the dress rolled down those slim thighs, Sia found herself gazing upon the cutest cunt she had ever seen.

Emma had a fine, sweet pussy, sculptured delicately. The lips were swollen with desire, and the very tip of that lovely clitoris peeked from the almost hairless cunt. Emma had hair on her pussy, but it was so blonde it was almost white.

Emma stepped from her discarded, not at all embarrassed to be naked before her friend, but cutely anxious as she stared fitfully at the curtain, worried that at any moment someone would pull it back and catch them in the act.

Knowing she was exquisitely beautiful, Emma was not vain about it. On the contrary, there were times when she wished she didn't have such beauty, then maybe boys would not be so afraid of her.

Still without saying anything, Sia laid back on the booth’s bench again. She spread her legs open, her cunt fully revealed to Emma's hot eyes. 

Sia took Emma's hand and pulled her closer, positioning the girl. It seemed as if Emma knew what Sia wanted and without instructions, she found herself squatting above Sia's face.

Sia gazed up into that sweet, honeyed cunt. She could see the delicate lips and the throbbing clitoris. The cheeks of Emma's ass, parted in her squatting position, were very white compared to the tan of her body.

Emma was looking down between her spreading knees into Sia's face. Sia moved her hands along the slim thighs and about the parted cheeks of Emma's ass. The flesh was hot and smooth against her palms, exciting to touch. From under the spreading ass cheeks, Sia moved her fingers until she traced the swollen cunt lips. Then she lifted her head and pressed her mouth into Emma's cunt.

Emma made a sharp hiss and her small ass twisted slightly. Sia kissed Emma's cunt, then opened her lips only to close them tightly about the girl's whole pussy and clitoris. Her eyes closed as she moved her tongue up and down Emma's cunt, tasting it, finding it sweet and hot and wet.

Emma's small, naked body was shaking with ecstasy and she braced herself on either side of the booth. She began to twist her cunt into Sia's face, sliding it back and forth on her lips. Sia gurgled with delight and ran her tongue into the hot tightness of Emma's cunt. She found it very, very wet and so hot it almost scalded her tongue. She thrust her tongue in as deep as possible, then began to fuck it in and out rapidly.

Emma began to squeal loudly, wiggling her crotch down hard against Sia's mouth and tongue. Sia cupped those small, tight ass cheeks, but not to prevent Emma from moving, only to assist in holding her up. She fucked her tongue in and out, then scraped it over the tiny clitoris.

As Sia sucked in moaning ecstasy on this sugary cunt, she began to twist and writhe her naked ass on the cushions under her. Her cunt was boiling as much as Emma's but there wasn't anything she could do about it right now.

Emma was squealing with ecstasy, her small ass shaking and sliding along Sia's open mouth and tongue. Sia licked and sucked as hard. She found Emma's pussy soft and hot, a delight to lick.

Shoving her tongue into the tight cunt lips, she held her mouth wide open. Emma, seeming to understand, began to bounce her shapely little ass up and down. She was in effect, fucking Sia's tongue as if it were a phallic object. Sia loved it as the hot, slippery juices flowed from the sugary cunt over her tongue and into her mouth. Her lips and cheeks and chin became slippery with the fluids and even that thrilled her.

But because of her excitement, Emma couldn't last much longer. She began to squeal loudly as she banged up and down on Sia's mouth. She brought her forearm in front of her mouth and bit down on it to keep from making anymore noise. Sia felt those sweet cunt lips throbbing and quivering, then they grew very tight around her tongue. The convulsions, when Emma's orgasm struck, caused her cunt to close about Sia's tongue like a hot vise of satiny flesh. Emma gurgled loudly, her body shaking violently as she sat on Sia's face, squirming her spasming cunt in a frenzy.

After her wild orgasm, Emma sat on Sia's face for a while, gasping until she stilled somewhat. Then still without saying anything, she scooted her body down on top of Sia's. Sia was puzzled until Emma whispered, her lips close to a burning nipple, "I fuck my pillow this way." She began to rub and twist her little cunt against Sia's.

Sia ran her hands down Emma's back to that cute ass. She held both ass cheeks in her hands as Emma twisted and banged. When Emma sucked in one nipple, Sia sighed in ecstasy. She squeezed and massaged the twisting ass cheeks and felt Emma trying to shove one of her hands under her ass. Lifting her hips, she let the girl clamp onto one of her ass cheeks and then they started rubbing cunts with heated gasps of pleasure. Emma continued to suck at her nipple, her hot little tongue swirling hungrily.

Sia felt the orgasm growing inside her, and it was going to be a tremendous one. She arched her  cunt hard into Emma's, grinding her hips as she pulled down on the sweet ass. Emma was panting with searing breath on her tit, and it was obvious that the girl was about to come again.

"Ooo, Emma." Sia spoke for the first time in a while. "You're so sweet! You're such a hottie. You're going to make me come now, sis."

"I want to, Sia." Emma hissed. "I want to make you come the way you did me."

Emma banged her cunt into Sia's, her hips working as if she were fucking a hard cock. Sia lifted her hips and spread her thighs about the bouncing hips of the girl, closing them around until she locked her ankles over the back of Emma's thighs. Now she could feel that delicate cunt rubbing with a more intense, sensitive manner. Her clitoris was being scraped by the blonde-haired pussy, and with a sudden upward lunge, Sia came.

Almost at the same time, Emma squealed with ecstasy. Her small body shuddered on top of Sia's and they held each other tightly, their cunts smashed against each other as the convulsions gripped them.

Finally Sia cupped Emma's face in her hands, holding the lovely face up and staring into those brown eyes. The heat in them had not been dampened in the least. Emma's eyes still burned with erotic desire. Bringing Emma's face down, she kissed those sweet lips. Sia was not even a little surprised to find the moist tongue licking at her mouth, then darting into it. She sucked at the tongue as it snaked back and forth.

***

Emma took her seat for the bus ride home. She hadn’t put her panties back on after they’d made love in the photo booth. She’d let Sia take them, although after that, she was clear that they were even.

She felt the resilient pressure of the foam matching the downward pressure of her pelvis, forcing the soft material up in a caress of her swollen pussy lips. Then the bus’s ignition started. The vibrations of the powerful engine hit her like a shock, which Emma had been bracing herself for, but she was in no way ready for it. She let out a gasp and Sia, sitting next to her, smiled approvingly. 

It was late and they had been the last to board. Most of the passengers were already asleep for the long ride, and there weren’t that many in the first place. Her hands slid down beneath her stomach as she adjusted her legs to trap a fold of the cushion against her cunt, fingers worming under her pubis till the tips were against her cunt.

“Aaahhhh!” she sighed as her hands began to move beneath her. Fingertips caressed and traced the outer edges of cunt lips, feeling the wetness there as her slot secreted its hungry lubrication. She pressed and squeezed the lips, moving her hands so that her fingers would reach up to the hard, protruding button of her clitoris.

Emma’s clitoris had always been oversized, as if indicating her sexual appetite. Almost a full inch long when fully erected. Her fingers glided over the end of her clit, and each touch sent a shuddering spasm of pleasure through her, while at the same time heightening her need to come.

Sia reached over and began to massage Emma’s thigh.

“Uh-uh,” Emma said, elbowing Sia’s hand away. “You just have to watch. You like that, right? Being watched? Well, now it’s my turn.”

“C’mon,” Sia whispered in a voice low and husky more with lust than with discretion. “Just let me finger you. You don’t have to get me off, just let me fuck you.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Emma chided. “It’s so dirty.”

Spreading the thumb and forefinger of each hand wide apart, she ran her hands down and round the juncture of her thighs, kneading the soft folds inward so that the lips of her opening rubbed against each other and the sensitive stalk of her clitoris.

Emma’s hips jerked in little spasms of pleasure as her fingers worked the boiling pleasures in her cunt ever higher. Her legs clenched tightly together, the muscles in her calves and thighs knotting with tension, she started rocking up and down, the length of her body moving like a see-saw over the seat cushion, each shift in weight pressing her hands more forcefully against her yearning cunt.

“Does it feel good?” Sia asked her in a whisper. “It looks like it feels so good.”

Emma nodded so hard it looked like she was a bobblehead doll. At last the pressure became too great, the nerve endings too sensitive. She withdrew her hands and slid them again beneath herself, but this time between the cushion and the frame of the seat.

The folds of the cushion were caught between her cunt lips, the dryness of the fabric chafing the sensitive inner flesh of her labia. Her hands and fingers moved under the cushion, causing it to bunch and move like a living thing between the juncture of her wanton thighs.

Emma’s ass cheeks tightened, pressed together in rapid convulsive jerks. If only she and Sia were alone, Sia would certainly be turned on, she’d certainly tear off her clothes, revealing the wetness of that beautiful pussy of hers. She’d certainly lower herself over Emma, putting her strong hands on her thighs and pulling them apart with the rough caress that she knew Emma loved. Sia would certainly drag her up to her hands and knees and shove her tongue inside her with all the power and force Emma needed.

She began to come, the sensation started low in her womb and spreading outward through her. She tensed as if in a seizure, her entire body shivering, her hands clutching madly at the cushion. The small of her back flexed slightly, arching her hips back and upwards to receive the final thrusts, the ejaculatory stabs of the lover she craved so much, to open herself to the gushes of warm pussy juice she yearned to have splattering against her own.

But, of course there was no lover rubbing against her, except in the lust-hazed swirlings of her mind, and when her orgasm began to drain away, she lay there still throbbing and wet, still denied that final peak she sought and could never find with her fingers alone.

She groaned in frustration, tossing in her seat. She had to make it, had to reach the release she was seeking, had to have, something long and thick and hard and warm and wet driven to the hilt in her cunt.

Emma whirled over in her seat, her ass still half on the cushion, tilting her body so that all the warm, curving excitement of her was emphasized delightfully by the tilt of her voluptuous form. Her breasts, turgid-tipped with her throbbing nipples, thrust upwards. Her hips, hungry for the weight of a feminine touch on them, seemed to thrust outward. Her legs were spread and the hiking of her ass by the cushion beneath only highlighted the inviting patch of glistening hair between her wide-spread thighs, and the glistening pink slit peaking out from within.

She reached inside her purse. Her eyes swept the contents as over and over again the words went through her mind — long and thick and hard and warm…

And then her gaze came upon the candle. Before she’d delivered the shipment, she’d literally sniffed out the one Sia had… sampled… and pocketed it so they wouldn’t get in trouble. Sia had said then that she would light it when they made love, and indeed, when she’d gone down on Emma, the blonde had imagined a romantic glow flickering through the room as the soft scent of pine needles filled the air.

Her eyes caressed the smoky, off-white length of it and again the words went through her mind— long and thick and hard and warm…

It wasn’t warm, but three out of four would do, especially in her state… with Sia Paylor watching…

She brought out the candle, watching Sia’s eyes as she saw its full length and heft once more, then lay back in her seat with the phallic length of soft wax in her hand.

She couldn’t close her fingers about it, falling short by perhaps an inch. It was thicker than a normal candle. Her mother always made them big. As she lay back legs spread, lowering the base of the candle, she was momentarily uncertain about what she was doing.

She put one hand inside her dress, slipping one finger into her cunt. She was fearfully tight there and found herself unsure of whether or not she could take it without pain or injury. But then she felt the tension, the need to come beginning to knot inside her all the more, and she threw caution to the winds.

Sia could see how frantic she was, how frustrated. “Let me do it,” she whispered, panting like a dog in heat. “I’ll get down on my knees and eat you out right here, I swear I will…”

The base of the candle touched between the folds of Emma’s sex, pushed up against it. It wouldn’t go in at first and she wondered if it was too much for her.

But then she remembered the wonderful elasticity of her cunt, stretching to accommodate men, no matter how large, contracting to grip their members, no matter how diminutive, and she felt the lubricating secretions dripping from her sex and she knew that not only could she take it—she had to have it!

Emma put her other hand down, spreading the lips of her pussy. The first time, it had pushed them inward, instead of slipping between. This time, though, she held them splayed widely apart as she fitted the blunt, gently rounded end of the candle between, then let them snap back tightly into place around the shaft.

She rotated the makeshift dildo between her thighs, grinding the end into her cunt.

“Uummmmm!” The sound slipped from behind her lips as she felt the sides of the cool length of false prick moving in the place where she wanted a hard cock.

She gripped the end of the candle in one hand, holding it in place with the other. Emma tilted her hips upward, her legs held far apart, and pushed.

She felt the muscles at the entrance of her cunt grudgingly giving way, spreading, being driven apart by the invader. Slowly, bit by bit, the dildo pressed into her, separating the walls of her center despite their vain struggles to stay pressed closely together inside her.

Inch by inch, the candle was dipping into her.

“I want you to do that to me,” Sia whispered, “any time you want you can do that to me.”

Emma could feel the slick sides of the cylinder slipping between her fingers as it probed deeper and deeper into her. She wanted it to reach the itch, the place that needed the touch of hard dick, the pressure of stiff fucking, deep inside her.

It was halfway in. She paused, gasping for breath. Each intake of air made her hands move the end of the candle an inch or two upwards, causing the entire slick length to shift within the clutches of her wonderfully stretched cunt. It was so thick that as it drove between her pussy lips, it pulled the soft skin downward, caving it inward, so that her clitoris was pressing tautly against the top of the candle.

Each shift of it within her only increased the pressure on her clit, and that, in turn, only made her breath the more rapidly, deeply. And then she moved it even more.

The sensations were all churning together inside her, and they were intensified both by the decadence of what she was doing and the chance that someone might happen to look over at any moment and see her laying there in her seat with her hands inside her dress and the thick candle jammed halfway into her most private place.

She began pushing the candle inward again, and with each fraction of an inch that slipped into her, she felt new pleasure being touched, being ignited. Little explosions of ecstasy were taking place between her hips, within the length of her passage, and each only made her want more. Inch by inch, the dildo bored into her throbbing cunt. Emma could feel the very end of it beneath her fingers even as she felt the rounded base driving up towards her cervix and womb. She wanted it deeper.

With a last groan of lust, she pushed it deep into her cunt. Within seconds, she was overwhelmed by her orgasm, her cunt coating the wax dildo with rich juices. Then she pulled the candle from her pussy.

She held the tip out to Sia, still warm from her body.

And, not even looking to see if anyone was paying attention, Sia opened her mouth to suck it dry.