CSIT update

Sia knew it was time now, time to do those perverse things which excited her so much but made her feel so dirty afterward. She and Emma were taking the bus to the city to sell some of Emma’s mother’s homemade candles. Both of them had a box full of hundreds of wax candles sitting on their laps. It was midway through the trip and most of the passengers had either nodded off or become as engaged in their phones as they were ever going to be. It kind of turned Sia on to think that one or more of them might be looking around, might see Sia as she did what she did. Oooooh… what if it were Emma?

A lecherous smirk formed on her face as she opened up the box just enough to slip out a thick candle. She stared at it with lust-blurred eyes. She brought the candle slowly toward her mouth, her tongue lashing out, unable to make contact with the wax phallus because she deliberately held it just out of reach. Was anyone watching? Did they know what was happening?

“Stop it,” Emma said in a whisper. She was sitting across from Sia, at the moment getting a better grip on her own box.

“Stop looking,” Sia countered in her own whisper.

Neither of them did.

Between her legs and under the box, Sia’s other hand was making energetic plunges into the sucking well of her sex. Her legs were spaced so widely that the pressure on the inner portions of her muscular thighs was almost unbearable. But still she kept them painfully stretched because the exertion reflected the intensity of her lust.

She continued to fix her gaze on the candle and its semen coloring. She envisioned that Emma had used it before her—wasn’t it from her family—and the very nearness of it to her wide-spread lips sent her teetering on the edge of sexual insanity.

She began to breathe forcefully, heaving her belly outward while inhaling, squeezing in so tightly upon exhaling that her ribs showed vividly.

Too hot to delay any longer, she brought the candle down to her anxious lips. She pushed the instrument against her mouth. It was so thick that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, and once the waxy shaft entered her mouth she couldn’t keep from scraping her teeth against it. She lavished great amounts of saliva on it and twirled her tongue around the semi-blunt end where the wick hung-out. Her jaws were forced open, straining the muscles around her ears. But she licked and sucked feverishly, gulping down saliva in an effort to keep from choking. The folds of her cunt were likewise flooded, and she relished the delicious feel of her juices gushing out to dribble along her fingers, to saturate the hair around and below her pussy, to stream across her constricting buttocks and blemish the seat beneath her.

Feeling the walls of her pussy clutching madly at her lone finger, she knew that she could bring herself to orgasm without much more effort. She withdrew the candle from her mouth, giving it several circular sweeps with her agile tongue as it exited.

She removed her hand from between her legs, leaving her cunt to suck angrily at the sudden nothingness. But she didn’t leave herself empty for long. 

“What are you doing?” Emma insisted, watching wide-eyed as Sia gripped the box with her left hand, wet from her sex, and used the other to move the candle under the box. Only Emma saw her do it.

The end of the candle, wet with saliva, brushed against her vulva. She rose up on her haunches, came down then until the wick tickled her clitoris, rose up, down, up. More moisture gathered at the entrance to her already saturated cunt. But wet as she was, she knew that it would be a delicate process getting the instrument inside her sex. Her pussy had to stretch so much to accommodate the self-inflicted penetration. But it would be worth it, especially with Emma watching.

She circled with her hips, the wick teasing her inflamed cunt lips. Lower. She felt the pressure of the wax surface against her flushed outer labia. She sat down until the stress was too much to endure, then retreated slightly.

She kept the candle in place with her thumb and forefinger. With her middle fingers she tried to spread the opening enough to admit the candle. As she squirmed against the intrusion she was forcing on herself, her knuckles pressed her erect clitoris and caused her to groan hotly.

“Oh, Emma!” she murmured, gazing passionately at the spot where her head would be if she were actually fucking her. “Oh, Emma, we shouldn’t!”

She pretended that her best friend was arching her hips toward her, that she was determined to sink a strap-on into her depths no matter how much discomfort it caused her.

In response to her imaginary lunges, Sia pushed in suddenly, feeling a storm of pain as the candle pressed her pussy lips inward, feeling a searing agony as her hot flesh was stretched and folded and her pussy clenched on something that stubbornly resisted to give in the slightest.

She surrendered to the pain and backed off. Then she worked herself forward into it with greater determination. The pain was less severe, and her entrance seemed to be more receptive, but still she had to retreat.

With a sudden mad frenzy of activity, she made sweeping circles with her hips, her firm breasts bouncing as she gyrated. While circling, she pressed inward. The end of the candle seemed to angle into her squirming cunt, and she was surprised at the absence of pain.

“Oh, oh!” she groaned from deep within her. “Oh, my God, it’s in me!”

“Keep your voice down!” Emma gasped, looking worriedly around at the others. No one was noticing how Sia’s box was jostling in her lap, or the passionate expression on her face.

Sia then emitted a series of harsh, breathy gasps as she became accustomed to the feel of the foreign object inside her lewdly stretched cunt.

“Oh, Emma, this is so wrong! I shouldn’t let you… but, but… oh, God, let’s fuck each other!” She whispered so lowly that she could scarcely hear her own words. She was madly excited by her hot utterances. 

The candle eased its way deep within her cunt. She deliberately squeezed her vaginal muscles, imprisoning the staff in her moist well. She began to slowly ride up and down on the intruding shaft, gripping the candle tightly as she did so.

Mewling outbursts of passion streamed from her parted lips. She rubbed briskly on her hard clitoris with her other hand, feeling the shivers of ecstasy pulse throughout her body. Trickling rivulets of perspiration made their way across her forehead, stinging her eyes and running along the edges of her dainty nose to her lips. Sweat flowed from between her breasts, from her buttocks and forearms, from her tense and straining back. She felt as though she were in a steam bath.

The candle filled all of her sex, spreading the inner walls as far as she thought possible. Her juices gathered more than ever within her throbbing cunt, oiling the wax surface so that it slid easily as she ground her pelvis downward.

Orgasm was a certainty. She could feel it approaching, her whole body quivering, her mind dead to everything but erotic sensations and lewd images, her clitoris tender and swollen.

“This feels so good, Emma. So good inside me. So good on my cunt. It’s fucking me, Emma. I’m being fucked!”

She churned, increasing her tempo.

Then she came, mouth dementedly agape as she did.

Faster and faster she rocked on the candle and flicked at her clitoris with her finger until a second and third spasm rocked her. A fourth and fifth in rapid succession. More, one spasm every second, each seeming more powerful than the last.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, but she forced them to focus. Sweat bathed her entire body now. Her eyes, glazed, fixed heatedly on Emma. 

“Oouu, ohh! There, there!” she cried.

Then the contractions of her pussy began slowly to diminish in intensity, and a minute later she was gasping in the stunned aftermath, satiated and unmoving, whimpering softly. Tears filled her eyes.

“You’re crazy,” Emma said. “You’re crazy.”

Sia just smiled as she wiped her face. “How was it for you?”

She put the candle back in the box, still wet, loving the thought that someone might buy in unawares and forever more, a stranger would know what her pussy smelled like.

***

Once they’d delivered the packages to the candle shop, they went clothes-hunting. Sia was already wearing a cheerful summer dress, cut low in front to expose the alluring swelling of her high-set, well-formed breasts. She seemed so fresh and lively that Emma found it difficult to believe this was the same immoral woman who had been so lewdly playing with herself in front of a whole bus. It just goes to show you, thought Emma as the two of them presented themselves to Ms. Brimble, you can never really know what another person is like.

Ms. Brimble was Sia’s aunt and owned the clothing boutique where they would be shopping. She knew that the two girls didn’t have much money, but told them it was fine to try things on; she’d even see to it that the salesgirl helping them would be paid a bonus as if she were getting a commission. Nonetheless, Emma vowed to herself that if Sia didn’t buy something, she would.

"Try this one on," suggested Pauling the salesgirl, handing Sia another party dress and stepping back to admire the girl's smooth sleek body, now covered only by a tiny pair of lacy panties. "God, if I had a body like yours, I don’t know if I’d wear anything.”

"Thanks,” Sia replied, even as Emma wished the woman wouldn’t encourage her. “Say, I hear these high-end clothing stores have wine on tap. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Pauling replied. “It’s not French, but you couldn’t buy it at Wal-Mart.”

“Can we have some?” Sia pressed.

“Sia!” Emma cried.

“Not a lot,” Sia promised. “And not if it’s going to get you into any trouble—“

Not totally changed, but holding the half-on dress to her body, Emma walked over to Sia. “How could you even ask that?” she asked in a hushed tone. “We’re underage!”

“We’re old enough for a lot of things. And Ms. Brimble did say to be accommodating,” Sia said. “My mom lets me drink wine all the time!”

“I think we opened a bottle this morning for another customer,” Pauling said. “It’s against store policy to rebottle and reuse them, so usually we give the unused remnant to the staff. But I doubt anyone would mind if you got it instead. Most of us are a little sick of it at this point.”

“Awesome!” Sia cried. "Hey, I like this outfit. Does it show enough tit?"

"Plenty," Pauling assured her, allowing her lustful gaze to roam over her smooth, young breasts. 

***

"Good Heavens, at this rate, I'm going to be too drunk to even bus back home,” protested Emma nervously as Sia handed her another glass of champagne. Her friend was wearing a green frilly party dress, chosen for her by Pauling, which emphasized her full dramatic figure and revealed her breasts almost to their tender brown nipples.

It was not as bad as she had imagined it would be. Never in Emma's entire life had she drunk so much champagne in one day and her entire body felt warm and rosy. The room was hot and she felt comfortable and natural in the brief undergarments which she was trying on. She made a point of not looking at herself in the mirror whenever she put on a new set of underwear or one of the frilly nighties which the company manufactured for fear that she would be covered with embarrassment if she saw how much of her was showing. She just let Sia tell her which ones looked good and which didn’t.

From time to time, she thought of how shocked and horrified her father would be if he could see her now, but somehow the idea filled her with amusement. He was a dear man, but sometimes he behaved like such a stuffed shirt. Sia, she decided, really knew how to have fun.

"Do you like this one?" she asked innocently as she showed Sia an almost-transparent white nightie which she would never have dared to wear sober.

"It becomes you, my dear," Sia enunciated in an exaggerated Shakespearean manner, her kinky little body swaying slightly from the alcohol as if she were three times her height. "As King Solomon says in the Song of Songs, 'Your beauty is like the shining sea and your breasts are like pomegranates'. Although worn by some less pure young woman, I can see that it might be quite vulgar."

“You’re making fun of me!” Emma accused, picking up a cushion from one of the finely upholstered couches around the changing room and pitching it at Sia.

Sia caught it, though she fumbled it a little with her drunkenly dulled reflexes. “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t know,” Emma said, pouting, knowing that Sia would come to comfort her. She sat down on the couch and Sia came to her, sitting down on her lap and hanging her arms off Emma’s neck.

“Let me make it up to you, Emma. Please, please, please let me make it up to you?”

“That was so naughty what you did on the bus—you could’ve gotten us caught! I would be so embarrassed…”

“I just get so turned on,” Sia said. “Don’t you ever get turned on?”

There was a sudden knock at the door and Emma almost jumped. “Are you decent?” Pauling asked through the door.

“No!” Sia called immediately. “Give us a few minutes, we’re seeing how we look in the naughty underwear.”

“You don’t need any help?” Pauling asked suspiciously.

“No, it’s fine, we’re just playing. We won’t make a mess!”

She turned back to Emma and found her gazing at her with the mock offense gone, just a warm, leaden affection of being light-headed and befriended.

Already cozy, it didn't take any great effort for them to bring their mouths together in a warm, lasting kiss.

They couldn't have felt more comfortable with each other; none of it could have felt more natural. They were close, had no more secrets from each other, had nothing to hide. They began to undress as casually as lovers, almost like husband and wife.

The first to get naked, Emma moved onto her knees on the couch, holding upright as she turned to Sia. Tossing aside her panties, the brunette went to join Emma.

Kneeling together, thighs, hips, pussies, tummies and tits touching, they relaxed against each other. The warm, smooth contact alone stirred excitement inside their voluptuous bodies. They paused, savoring the feel of the effect they had on one another. It was positively magical.

Sia felt her hands being drawn to the thrust-out globes of Emma's ass. She took hold of the warm cheeks and groped delicately at them. Smilingly, Emma reciprocated.

Their heads tilted forward and they sort of teased into a kiss. They flirted their tongues at one another's lips, then dueled with their pointy probes, finally letting them coil together and fuse their mouths with a soulful smooch.

Emma reached into the deep crack of Sia's ass with knowing fingertips. She brushed lightly up and down on the bottom of the cleft, reaching farther underneath all the time.

Sia was following her lead, although it wasn't really a lead anymore and she wasn't a follower. What Emma was doing felt good so Sia responded in kind. She got so worried about scaring Emma off that she tried not to go any further than Emma did, but Emma tended to surprise her with just how wanton she could be.

The kiss played on and the intimate probing went on. By now the fingertips were reaching inside thighs, and discovering the moisture within swelling folds.

"Hot for me, baby?" Sia teased.

"You always have to embarrass me." Emma pulled her hand from behind Sia, twisted her body slightly and reached in between herself and Sia. She curved her long, slender fingers down onto her friend's cunt and rubbed caressingly at her responsive womanhood.

As Sia did the same to Emma, the two women let themselves topple over onto their sides on the wide couch. Giggling warmly, they squirmed into another kiss and, with legs parted, frigged with growing ardor at one another's cunt.

"You sexy girl," Sia murmured fondly. "So goddamned tasty."

"Likewise I'm sure," Emma gurgled, and they laughed.

Sia sighed, softening. She separated her middle finger from the others and slid it easily into the tight heat of Emma's cunt. "I remember the first time I did this," she confided. "It's still a kick."

"Remember what you did next?"

Sia took her slicked finger from Emma's pussy and brought it up to her own lips and delicately licked at it.

"We've been through a lot together," Emma said simply, working her finger in Sia's cunt. She then took it out and licked off the taste and savored it deeply. She smiled fondly, with memory, and anticipation.

"I've learned one thing," Sia replied.

"What?"

"Just a taste of you isn't nearly enough." She tittered. 

"Same here. We gonna go pussy-diving, sweet thing?"

"We sure are," answered Sia.

The luscious blonde rolled up onto her haunches and then swung around on all fours. Over Sia, she lowered her crotch to the brunette’s face and bowed her head between the parted, raised thighs.

Sia swept her hands down Emma's curvaceous flanks and onto the divided swells of the blonde’s wide ass. She squeezed the full cheeks and feasted her eyes on Emma’s cute little pussy, on unabashed display before her.

Emma encircled Sia's thighs with her arms and teased her fingertips over the outer sections of the brunette’s crotch. She too was taking an eyeful of the erotic splendor before her.

There was indeed something remarkably sexy about just looking. Maybe because these private places had the lure of the forbidden about them. Or maybe because they had such an intricate and delicate-looking structure, like flowers. Pussy could be a lovely shade of pink, too, and the aroma of its sunny warmth could be most tantalizing.

Sia spread her legs wider and revolved her hips with a lift of her ass. She was offering, and asking. Above her face, Emma's cunt settled lower, lower, finally onto her up-tilted mouth. Sia stretched her mouth open wide and fit the oval of her lips on Emma's cunt. She unleashed her tongue and let the tip begin to explore the curves and hollows of the hot, soft pussy.

Emma's approach was a little different. She started at the uppermost portion of Sia's cunt and went down to the bottom section by section, using little licks while moving from side to side across the pooched-out pussy.

Their fingers did not remain idle. They softly kneaded into the smoothness of ass and thigh, alternately doing that and sweeping up or down on the corresponding body. Sia stretched, undulating her body against the light weight of Emma's propped-up body. The blonde was covering her like a blanket and the cozy warmth of it was delicious.

Not knowing how long it would be before Emma would cover her like this again made Sia want to appreciate these moments all the more. She soon had Emma's cunt coated with her saliva and quivering through and through with want. Continuing to press her stretched lips to the enclosed cunt-mouth, she teased the tip of her tongue into the center slit.

She worked with her eyes closed, concentrating on what she was doing and basking in the pleasure Emma was showing her. It was a special time and she wanted to make it more special, and be able to remember every moment.

Emma felt the outer folds of her cunt spread for Sia's probing tongue and she surged with arousal. Feeling that she was beginning to lag behind, she drew the brunette's cunt open and let her daintily licking tongue venture into the middle portion.

She drew her tongue back to toy with Sia's clit, then moved on down the gash, over the slit of the woman's wondrous taste. She continued out of Sia's pussy and went on to the inward pink pucker of her upturned asshole.

Sia giggled and squirmed against the intimate contact. She also drew her knees up farther, spreading her legs wider. She wanted her best friend to have everything she had to offer.

Sia closed her lips somewhat on Emma's cunt, honing in on the woman's clit. Her tongue sliced into the covering flesh and found the stiff clit and spent the next moments rolling and flicking it every which way.

To keep things even, Emma returned to Sia's clit and gave it a sweet going over. To make things more interesting, she went back down to the brunette's dewy, hot womanhood.

A flood of torrid tingles reached out to claim Sia's nether region as she was slowly penetrated by her friend's knowing tongue. The scrape of the wet velvet tongue on her very sensitive inner pussy was a sensation that went right through her.

"Two can play at that game," Sia said, and promptly stiffened her tongue and sent it into Emma's moistened opening.

"Who's playing?" Emma answered with a smile.

For the next while both women were content to play their tongues in and out of each other's cores. At the same time they idled a fingertip or two on one another's stinging clit but the real pleasure was in the tongue fun.

Emma became the adventurous one for once. Continuing to use her tongue on Sia, she sneaked her finger down and into the increasingly shivery opening and shortly replaced her tongue with it. She stroked deep and easy.

The horny brunette wasn't about to be left behind. She pulled her tongue from Emma's cunt and gave the lush blonde the full length of her middle finger in one shove.

"Bad girl," Emma said to that and hurriedly frigged her finger in and out of Sia's cunt.

"Mmmmm," Sia moaned. "Don't make it too good for me too soon."

"Don'tcha wanna come for me no more?"

"In one big package. I don’t like to be kept waiting." 

Emma smiled and returned to easing her finger in and out of Sia's tight cunt, and felt the same treatment in her own entrance. She looked at what she was doing as if she had never seen anything quite so sexy or fascinating before. Or wouldn't see it again for a long time. She sensed Sia looking at her the same way.

Getting hornier by the minute, Sia slid a second digit into Emma's cunt and worked the pair of fingers faster than she had been before. A base thrill went through her as she felt Emma follow suit.

The next step in their escalating pursuit of climax came from Emma. Continuing to finger pussy, she reached down past her hand with her tongue and licked into Sia's asshole. The brunette followed her lead, not sure of what to expect.

Coating Sia's asshole with saliva, Emma took her third finger into her mouth and coated it with wetness and then touched the slender tip to Sia's anus.

Thrumming with excitement and anticipation, Sia hurried to catch up. She wet her ring finger and pushed the tip at Emma's asshole. She gained entrance at about the same time Emma did, and together the two girls fingered deeper and deeper into one another's rectums. At the same time they had two fingers each sliding into the buttery slickness of the other's pussy. The double penetration was daring and wild, and shudders and shocks rocked through both their craving bodies.

"Oh baby," Sia breathed, "this is it. I'm gonna come. Oh please be with me. Am I doing it for you?"

Emma wailed, sounding right on the brink.

Whipping their hands faster and faster, they made the real fun happen. Completion tore through their pounding, bucking bodies, an overwhelming culmination of all their times together, knocking them breathless and senseless.

“Mmmmmmmmm…” Sia sighed when she’d caught her breath. “It’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?” Emma asked, holding her.

“We go all the way to the city to try on clothes and end up spending the whole trip naked.”