Chapter 3: Rising Action
Hannah felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as Emily’s hand moved to her neck, her fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, her touch gentle yet firm. She could feel the heat of Emily’s body against her, the softness of her skin, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Emily whispered, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in to kiss Hannah again. Their lips met in a passionate, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling and exploring each other’s mouths. Hannah moaned into Emily’s mouth, her hands gripping Emily’s wide hips, pulling her closer.
Emily’s hands however were slowly starting to undo the zip at the back of Hannah’s dress as they continued to kiss. She felt the cool air against her back as it fell open, before Emily started to pull it off her shoulders, exposing more skin.
Hannah shivered, not from cold but from anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest as she eagerly helped Emily remove her dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet in a pool of fabric.
Emily took a step back, her eyes roaming over Hannah's body, taking in her lacy black bra and matching panties. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," she breathed, her voice filled with desire, “I want you so fucking bad.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of Hannah's bra, her touch so close to her tits exciting Hannah.
Hannah's breath hitched as Emily's fingers hooked under the strap on her shoulder, slowly pulling it down.
Emily leaned in, her lips pressing against Hannah's skin, her tongue tracing a path up to her neck, making her shiver. She could feel Emily's breath against her ear, her voice low and sultry as she whispered, "I want to see all of you, Hannah. I want to see those big, beautiful tits of yours, I want to touch them and taste them."
Hannah's heart pounded in her chest as Emily's hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with ease. She felt the bra loosen, and then Emily was pulling it off, tossing it aside.
Hannah stood before her, her huge tits bare, her nipples hard and aching. Emily's eyes were locked onto them, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took a step closer, her hands reaching out to cup Hannah's breasts.
She squeezed them gently, her thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples, making Hannah gasp and arch her back, pushing against Emily’s hand. “Fuck, they’re perfect," Emily murmured, her voice filled with awe as she continued to admire them.
She kissed Hannah again, softer and more tenderly this time, her hands continuing to grope and squeeze at Hannah’s exposed tits. Hannah moaned into Emily's mouth, her body pressing closer to hers, her hands reaching up to tangle in Emily's hair.
Emily broke the kiss, her eyes locked onto Hannah's as she slowly started to knead and fondle her tits, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples, making them harden even more. She could feel Hannah's body responding to her touch, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips pushing forward slightly.
"God, you're so fucking responsive," Emily whispered, her voice low and husky, “that wet little pussy and those hard nipples, you definitely have a thing for girls.”
“I want you so fucking bad,” Hannah admitted breathily, gasping as Emily started to pinch and roll her nipples between her fingers, sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through her.
Emily smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust as she leaned in to whisper in Hannah's ear, "I want to taste you, Hannah. I want to lick that wet pussy until you scream."
Hannah's breath hitched, her body shivering at the filthy words, her pussy throbbing with need. "Yes," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, "please, I need to feel your tongue on me, I’ve wanted it for so long.”
Emily stepped back from Hannah, reaching behind her to undo her own dress, as she held eye contact with her, the emerald green fabric sliding off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra and stood before Hannah, naked except for her red lace panties, her massive, veiny tits on full display.
Hannah's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of Emily's body, her eyes widening at the sight of her nipples, hard and aching, her areolas a deep, dark pink.
Hannah had always loved big tits, and Emily's were magnificent, exactly the size she fantasies about, Emily’s breasts full and heavy, her nipples large and veiny. She couldn't help but reach out, her hands cupping Emily's tits, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples as she groped and squeezed at them.
Emily reached up to grasp Hannah's wrists, her eyes locked onto Hannah's as she pulled her hands away from her tits. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
She took Hannah’s hand, leading her over to the bed, gently laying her down onto the soft, plush mattress and climbing on top of her, straddling her hips, her thick thighs pressing against Hannah's sides.
She leaned down, her lips teasing Hannah’s, brushing softly against them, causing Hannah to strain upwards, desperate for more. Emily pulled back, a wicked grin on her face, enjoying the game of teasing and denial. She moved down, her lips trailing down Hannah’s neck, her tongue flicking out to taste her skin, making her shiver.
Hannah groaned as Emily’s lips continued to trail down her neck, over her collar bone, and then, finally, they were on her tits.
Emily took her time, softly and gently kissing her way down Hannah’s boob until her delicate lips make contact with Hannah’s hard, sensitive nipple.
Emily kissed and licked around Hannah’s nipple, teasing her more, making her squirm and moan. She could feel Hannah’s breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing beneath her in anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from Hannah’s pussy, and it made her own pussy throb.
“Yes,” Hannah moaned, her hips bucking slightly as Emily continued to torment her. Hannah was desperate to feel Emily’s mouth on her nipple, to feel the wet heat of her tongue. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching, and she needed more. She needed Emily to touch her, to lick her, to make her come.
As if reading her mind, Emily finally took Hannah’s nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard and deep. Hannah gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her. Emily’s tongue swirled around her nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of electricity straight to Hannah’s pussy.
Hannah moaned, her hands gripping Emily’s hair, holding her in place as she bucked her hips, desperate for friction.
“Fuck, yes,” Emily growled, her voice muffled against Hannah’s tit, turned on by Hannah’s excitement. She moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, her hands squeezing and kneading Hannah’s tits, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples as she sucked and nibbled at them.
Hannah arched her back, desperately trying to force more of her nipple into Emily's mouth, greedy for more.
She could feel the heat of Emily's tongue, the wetness of her lips, and it was driving her wild. She wanted more. She needed more and didn’t want the pleasure to end.
Emily, sensing Hannah's desperation, began to suck harder, her teeth grazing Hannah's nipple, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her. She could feel Hannah's body responding, her hips bucking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck," Hannah moaned, her hands gripping Emily's hair tighter, pulling her closer. "More."
Emily looked up, her eyes locked onto Hannah's, a wicked grin on her face. "You want more, baby?" she asked, her voice low and husky, “mmm such a greedy girl, I think you’re enjoying your first time with another woman.”
She slid up Hannah’s body, her tits brushing against Hannah’s as their lips found each other again. Hannah could feels Emily’s hard nipples grazing against her tits as they kissed and she reached up, squeezing her own boobs and intentionally rubbing her nipples against Emily’s, desperate for the friction.
It felt incredible, their nipples hard and aching, as they rubbed and flicked against each other, sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
Emily moaned into Hannah's mouth, pressing her boobs harder down against her, their tits squashed together, their nipples rubbing and teasing each other as they writhed, kissing.
Emily broke the kiss, her eyes locked onto Hannah's as she looked down at her, her voice low and husky, "I need to taste you, Hannah. I need to lick that sweet pussy."
Hannah moaned, her hips bucking slightly at the filthy words. "Yes," she gasped, "please, I need to feel another woman’s tongue on me for this first time.”
Emily grinned at her, “you thought a man licking your pussy felt good, a women’s tongue and lips on you is just another level,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
She slid down Hannah’s body, her tits dragging along Hannah’s skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she kissed her way down Hannah’s stomach.
Emily positioned herself between Hannah’s legs, which she had spread invitingly wide. She let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Emily pulled Hannah’s panties aside, exposing her glistening wet pussy. It was pink and swollen, her clit hard and aching. She could smell Hannah's arousal, and it was driving her wild. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste her, running up the length of her slit, making Hannah groan with pleasure.
"Mmm, you taste so good," Emily moaned. She flicked her tongue out again, this time against Hannah’s clit, making her gasp and buck her hips. Emily chuckled, her hands gripping Hannah’s thighs, holding her in place as she started to softly kiss Hannah’s pussy lips, taking her time, teasing and exploring.
Emily’s lips were soft and warm as they brushed against Hannah’s pussy, kissing every inch of her apart from her clit, making her squirm and moan, the anticipation building.
She could feel Emily’s breath against her pussy, hot and heavy, making her throb with need.
"Please," Hannah begged, her voice ragged and breathy, "please lick my clit, I’m so fucking ready.”
Emily smiled, well aware of what a tease she was being , but she loved the anticipation, loved making Hannah beg. She looked up at Hannah, her eyes filled with lust and desire, "tell your husband how badly you want my tongue on your clit, Hannah. Tell him how much you want another woman to make you cum"
Hannah's face flushed a deep red, her eyes darting to where Max was sitting on the chair, his eyes locked onto them, his hand stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She could see the bulge, could see the way his eyes were locked onto her, watching her, waiting.
“I need to feel her tongue on my clit baby,
I need her to make me cum,” Hannah moaned, her voice filled with desperation, her eyes locked onto Max’s as she spoke, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire.
Max’s eyes darkened, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “,You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see you cum, I want to see you come all over Emily’s tongue.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her body shivering at the thought, her pussy throbbing with need. She looked back at Emily, her eyes filled with lust and desire.
“Please,” she begged, “make me cum, show me what I’ve been missing.”
Emily’s eyes gleamed with excitement, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She began to kiss around Hannah clit, avoiding it, teasing her further but dangerously close, until finally her lips made contact, softly kissing it making Hannah groan.
She continued to shower Hannah’s clit in delicate kisses, nibbling at it, her lips driving Hannah wild, soft and gentle. It was just enough to sate Hannah’s desperation but she wanted more, she needed more.
Hannah moaned softly, trying to raise her hips, eager
for more pressure, more friction. Emily’s hands tightened on her thighs, holding her in place, her eyes locked onto Hannah’s, a wicked grin on her face.
“You want more, baby?” she asked, her voice low and husky, “mmm such a greedy girl, does a woman tongue on your pussy feel good.”
She slid her tongue up Hannah’s slit, her tongue flicking against Hannah’s clit again, making her gasp and buck her hips.
“Good, you’re such a fucking tease,” Hannah groaned, her hands gripping the sheets. “I need it Emily, I need you to suck it and lick it, I can’t stand it any longer.” Hannah moaned, her voice filled with desperation and need. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for release.
Emily leaned down, her lips capturing Hannah’s clit and sucking hard, her tongue flicking against it in rapid succession. Hannah cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. Emily’s hands moved to Hannah’s hips, holding her in place as she continued to suck and lick her clit with increasing intensity, her tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive bud.
"Fuck, yes!" Hannah screamed, her hips bucking as she rode Emily's tongue, desperate for more friction, more pressure. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Hannah was grinding her clit down against Emily’s tongue, her hips moving in a wild, desperate rhythm. It felt so fucking good, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Emily knew exactly what to do, the intensity, the pressure, the variation, it was driving her wild.
Emily looked up, her eyes locked onto Hannah's as she slid two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot deep inside. Hannah cried out, her body convulsing as the pleasure intensified. Emily's tongue flicked against her clit, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, a wet, slurping sound filling the room. Max watched, his cock throbbing in his hand now, as his wife writhed and moaned beneath Emily's skilled touch.
"Fuck, you're so fucking good," Hannah panted, her eyes locked onto Emily's. "I can't believe how good this feels."
Emily smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. "You're not done yet, baby," she said, her voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you're going to scream my name."
Hannah's breath hitched, her body tensing as Emily's fingers moved faster, her tongue flicking against her clit with increasing intensity.
She could feel the pleasure building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.
"Oh fuck, I'm close," she moaned, her hips bucking, her body writhing as she chased her orgasm. "Come for me, baby," she growled, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers, I want to taste your cum."
Hannah's body responded to Emily's filthy words, her pussy clenching around her fingers, her clit throbbing with need.
She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking, her body writhing as she chased her orgasm. "I'm so close, Emily, please don't stop." "I won't stop, baby," she promised, her voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard."
She slid a third finger inside Hannah, stretching her, filling her, her tongue flicking against her clit with increasing intensity.
Hannah's body responded, her pussy clenching harder around Emily's fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “I want to feel your pussy gush all over my face."
Emily's voice was low and husky, her eyes locked onto Hannah's as she spoke. Hannah moaned, her body shivering at the filthy words, her pussy throbbing, so close to the edge.
Emily was relentless, her fingers and tongue working in tandem. “Oh god , yes,” Hannah moaned, her body writhing beneath Emily, her hips bucking against her face. “Im gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” she panted, her voice desperate and breathy.
“Fuuuuck,” she groaned
, her body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her. “Emily!” she screamed, her voice echoing around the room as her pussy gushed, coating Emily’s face and fingers in her juices.
Emily looked up, her face glistening with Hannah’s cum, a wicked grin on her face. “That’s it, baby,” she growled, “cum all over me, I want to taste every drop.”
Hannah’s body continued to convulse, her pussy clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel Emily’s tongue, lapping up her cum, her fingers still inside her, gently moving, drawing out her orgasm.
Max watched, his cock throbbing in his hand, as his wife’s body convulsed, her pussy squirting for the first time, coating Emily’s face in her juices. He had never seen anything so fucking hot, his wife’s body writhing and moaning, her pussy gushing all over Emily’s face. He could see the pleasure on her face, the way her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock aching for release and he had to stop touching himself.
Hannah’s body was still convulsing as her orgasm began to subside, twitching and jerking as Emily continued to gently lick and suck at her pussy, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. “You taste fucking incredible,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Hannah’s eyes fluttered open, her body still sensitive and tingling from her orgasm. She looked down at Emily, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her lick her lips, her eyes filled with lust. “God that felt so fucking good ,” she panted, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. “I can’t believe how good that was.”
Emily grinned up at her, her face glistening with Hannah’s cum. “I told you I was going to make you scream my name,” she said smiling, “you’re a fucking squirter, baby, and I love it.”
Hannah blushed at the words, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She had never squirted before, had never even known she could. But Emily had brought it out of her, had made her body respond in ways she never thought possible. She could feel the wetness between her legs, could see the evidence of her orgasm glistening on Emily's face and fingers. It was a sight that should have embarrassed her, but instead, it turned her on even more.
Emily seemed to sense her arousal, her eyes gleaming with lust as she looked up at Hannah. "You liked that, didn't you, baby?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "You liked cumming all over my face."
Hannah nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Such a little bi-slut , aren’t you?” Emily teased, her voice dripping with lust and amusement. “You loved having another woman’s tongue on your clit, didn’t you? You loved cumming all over my face.”
Hannah blushed at the words, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She had never been called a slut before, but hearing it from Emily’s lips, seeing the lust in her eyes, made her feel desired, wanted, and incredibly turned on.
“I did,” she admitted, her voice filled with desire. “I loved it, Emily. I want more.”
Emily grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Greedy girl,” she said, her voice low and husky.