FIND OUT WHAT MADE EMILY TICK

The meaning of the name Emily is to Strive or Excel or Rival.

The origin of the name Emily is English.

The English form of the Latin name Aemilia or Amelia

Other variations: Emilee, Emmalie, Emely, Emili  

Emily was girl friend number three
Whose early morning sex became the key
Everything was going fine
Til the day a drew a line
With sex once a day, I did not agree  

Emily is eggs, cheese and meat
Who made my heart and soul complete
I would pound her yokes
With long and rapid strokes
And once I finished between her feet  

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Some very strange things tend to happen when you wake up with a boner and want pancakes.

A nice stroll around Virginia Beach and dinner at a quaint little mom and pop Italian restaurant.

Emily takes her night shirt off and practically dares me not to touch her.

After spending the first night sleeping on her sofa, we fucked in her kitchen during breakfast. 

Emily asked about my past girlfriend, so I told her about Fay, just not everything.

She wanted me to start eating her out after we fucked and to share the spoils with her.

After I paid my bill and tipped Emily for her service, I left the restaurant. Then I walked around the little Strip Mall where the IHOP that Emily worked in was located. And I spent the next three hours, until Emily got off work just walking through the other ten stores at least twice.

But I was also window-shopping, because I didn't want to play phone tag with Emily. And I was trying to arrange our first date, because I needed to be there when Emily walked out the door. So that none of the magic that we both shared inside was lost over the phone or over time until I saw her again.

Plus I really wanted to see Emily outside of her work environment, just to see if she was still that same happy as a lark person like she was inside. Then if so, I was ready to push all of my chips in the center of the table and go all in with her. Because I had to make a lot of choices just to find and finally meet Emily today.

And she had to make just as many correct ones as I did, so we could both nail it. You see, fate put us both in that IHOP on that same day and time. Just like fate would eventually pull us apart, just as easily. Or to be more precise, it was my betraying Emily’s trust and faith in me that pulled us apart.

Then exactly at 1 PM Emily walked out of IHOP carrying a doggy bag and she was staring down at her feet. Emily was wearing a pair of low cut white nursing shoes that looked very comfortable. When the door closed behind her, I cleared my throat causing her to look up. And when she did, Emily's eyes went wide and her face lit up as she said. “You're here. You're still here.”

When Emily got closer, she touched my hand and said. “You're really here. I thought you were just out teasing the fat girl. And there was no way that prince charming was going to walk in my restaurant and sweep me off my feet. I just hope you brought a big broom with you.”

Before I let Emily continue talking herself down, I cut her off by saying. “I chose you first.”

As I motioned to a bench near the front door and took her hand in mine. When we were both seated and facing each other I continued with. “Then it was your joyful attitude that hooked me. Now that I'm hooked, I'm just hanging on your line and waiting. I'm waiting for you to reel me in and put me in your boat or to simply toss me back in the water for someone else to catch.”

Then after lightly squeezing Emily’s hand, I continued saying. “That choice is yours alone to make. And for the record, I don't see a fat girl sitting here in front of me. I see a girl who buzzed around that restaurant with a very infectious smile. And she spread that smile to every single person seated at one of her tables.”

As I reached out and lightly grasped Emily’s other hand, I simply said. “Yes I did give jenny ten dollars to seat me at one of your tables because I liked what I saw. Not a fat girl, but it was you Emily. And just like I already told you once inside, I will repeat myself out here again. Never second-guess yourself, because that road always leads to disaster and ruin.”

And after a brief sigh escaped my lips, I finished up by saying. “I was there once, less than a year ago. When I lived in the bottom of a gin bottle and it took some truly brave people to pull me out. And it was only because of their strength and courage that I'm here today. And I want to pass my strength and courage on to you. Plus I would also like you to pass our combined strength and courage to someone else someday too.”

When I released both of Emily's hands, our hands were sweating. Emily quickly said. “My clothes smell like pancakes, and I need to get home and change.”

Then I moved in a lot closer and inhaled, before saying. “I like pancakes.”

As Emily giggled, she said. “Then you can ride with me and smell all the pancakes you want. Or you can follow me back to my place. That choice is yours to make, Sir.”

And I very quickly said. “I think I'll follow, because I'm not sure if I want to leave my van in this area overnight.”

As we got up, I pointed over to my bright orange neon sign and converted telephone truck. Which also looks like a Ford E100 Econoline van, Emily cut in by saying. “Larry there's nothing wrong with the neighborhood. But that bright orange color might attract some unwanted attention.”

So hand in hand, I walked Emily to her car. And after putting the doggie bags inside, I lightly brushed my lips across her knuckles and said. “It was very nice to meet you today Emily.”

And as I closed the driver’s side door behind her, Emily started giggling. 

Then I jumped in my van and followed Emily home. But along the way, I dreamt about smelling pancakes. And I pretended that I was lying face up in Emily’s lap with her cantaloupe-sized melons bouncing all over my face.

But my big brain wasn’t the only one daydreaming, because my little brain was thinking too. And Peter dreamt of spitting out a batch of his own homemade pancake batter deep inside Emily's smoking hot oven.

Also while I drove, I tried to concentrate on where I was. But all I kept thinking about was what I wanted to do to Emily once we got there. And by the bulge in my jeans, I could easily tell that Peter was thinking the same thing too. 

And long before we arrived at Emily's apartment complex, I had to slide my hand in my jeans at last three times. Just to make a few quick adjustments to Peter so he wasn’t getting pinched. Along with one final time, before I could actually get out of my van.

Because all I was thinking about was how much I’ve missed eating pussy for almost a full year. Granted, I had a couple of one night stands while I was up in Great Lakes Illinois. Plus I was also able to lick a lot of Helen’s drippings mixed with my own DNA off my fingertips, during the six months that we dated. 

But in truth, I was really hoping that Emily would not only allow me to sample her seafood platter. And that she would make it an all you can eat buffet too. Plus I also hoped that Emily would allow me to lick my own fresh homemade cock in her tail sauce out of her freshly fucked pussy. Because I really wanted to taste her homemade twat’er sauce and have Emily rub it all over my face, mustache and beard.

And it was because of all that thinking stuff that I really wasn’t concentrating on where we were. So when I stepped out of my van, I had to ask Emily. “What's the easiest way to get back to Norfolk?”

But Emily quickly snapped back. “You're leaving already? We just got here.”

And it was that comment from Emily, quickly caused me to back pedal a bit and say. “No. No. No. Not at all, I just have to be back on the base by 0700 Monday morning. And I just needed to estimate about how long it would take me to get there.”

Laughing, Emily simply said. “It's only Saturday afternoon, I think you have plenty of time to get there.”

Laughing back at her, I just said. “I guess so.”

Emily's apartment was on the ground floor of a two-story 16-unit complex. Each floor had 8 apartments with 3 of them being two bedroom units and 5 of them being one bedroom units. Emily lived in one of the single bedroom units. She had a three-piece bath with a shower, commode and sink plus storage space below.

She also had a full kitchen, dining room, living room and two closets. One was in the bedroom and the other was in the living room next to the front door. Her patio door and front door both faced the parking lot so you could easily enter through either door.

When we walked in, Emily put the doggy bag away and told me to make myself at home. The she quickly excused herself and said. “I’m going to grab a quick shower before I change clothes.”

And because Emily didn’t ask me to join her, I didn’t. But still running through my mind was, make myself at home. What would I do if I were home? First off I would be naked. Then with Emily in the shower equals her being naked too, which of course also meant that I would be quickly joining her in that shower if I were really at home.

But that seemed like a lifetime ago, with another person in another time. So, I was resigned myself to just watching some TV. Though, once I actually heard the water running, it became a whole lot harder. And yes my little peter was starting to grow up and getting hard too. But I was talking about trying to concentrate on the TV.

And once my cock threatened to rip the seams of my jeans, I so wanted to be in the bathroom giving Emily one of my world famous Navy Showers. But, all I could do was try and adjust my package and make it a little more comfortable. While still trying to watch a little TV, I continued to think about Emily being hot, wet, naked and all alone in the other room without me.

When Emily came out of the bedroom all showered and dressed, her light brown curls rested lightly on the top of her shoulders. Emily wore a pair of baggie denim shorts with a light gray pullover shirt. As I walked up and gave her a quick sniff, I said, “Peach Cobbler, my favorite.

Then I continued by asking. "Where's the pancake scented perfume that you wore earlier today? Did you spill some peach cobbler on your shirt?”

Emily just laughing now said, “I wasn’t wearing pancake scented perfume silly! That was from work. And it's peach scented shampoo, not peach cobbler.”

Giggling I said, “Bummer, I was going to sacrifice myself and lick it off you before it stained your shirt and the ants showed up.”

Emily giggled before saying. “Please don't eat my hair.”

As I quickly replied, “Dam, there goes plan B too.”

And I quickly wondered if Emily washed her womanhood with that same peach scented shampoo too. Then if she did, I wanted my face nose and tongue as deep inside her peach as far as it would go. And see if I could suck the peach pit right out of Emily’s fuzzy peach. I least I hoped that Emily had a fuzzy little peach or pussy.

Then Emily asked. “So Larry, what do you want to do?”

And my inside voice is screaming. “Fuck your brains out, Emily.”

But on the outside, I just said. “Surprise me. I'm not from here and I've only been in Virginia about a month now.”

Which was just a partial lie, because I’ve already been back in Virginia a little over a month now. I just left out the part about, dating Helen. Plus it was right here in Virginia where our six-month long relationship ended.

And that Helen and I would most likely still be on a wonderful adventure today. If Helen didn't dump me just a few weeks before I was supposed to leave for school in Great Lakes. And we could have easily hit every mall and shoe store between here and Wisconsin.

And just think of all the poor salesmen that missed out on seeing Helen’s bald beaver in action. And how many ladies room’s that Helen could have left me naked in. Plus we could have easily turned that trip into an excellent Northeast Region and East Coast traveling bald beaver flashing road show.

Along with all of the potential ladies who could have easily busted me for sitting or standing naked in as many ladies powder rooms as Helen desired. Or all the ladies department store dressing rooms where she could leave me stranded in my birthday suit. And Helen was out flashing her bald beaver, training all the local shoe salesmen, that particular day. 

Then I continued by saying. “Before I moved here, I was up in Illinois going to school.”

As Emily asked, “Oh, what collage did you go to?”

Laughing back, I said. “It wasn't collage, it was a navy school.”

Then Emily asked the one hundred thousand dollar question. “So, you're a sailor then?”

And I quickly replied. “Yes, I am.”

As I thought to myself, here we go again, with another possible long-term relationship going down the tubes because of me being a sailor or in the military.

But Emily said. “Then I like sailors, because I like you. There are not too many ships here in Virginia Beach though but if you want to go see some, we can.”

And I quickly said. “No thanks, I see enough of them during the week. Besides, I want to do stuff that you like to do, so surprise me.”

As Emily said, “I like to walk barefoot on the beach. I also like to collect seashells and build sandcastles. Plus on weekends, I like to go out Mall Walking on Sunday mornings.”

And I quickly replied, “They all sound wonderful and exciting to me.”

Then when Emily asked, “Larry, what do you like to do?”

Not wanting to lie to Emily any more, and because I had so much fun with Fay, Suzan and Helen all doing the exact same thing. I simply replied. “Here’s my top five activates, not necessary in the order of precedence. Being caught either completely or at least partially naked out in public. With my hand wrapped around my cock, and hopefully with a hard on. Having sex or making love, in public or private. Being jerked off or actually jerking myself off either in public or doing private shows for my lady friend. Both giving and receiving oral sex. Then kissing or eating my lady friend out afterwards. Actual dining, while I’m holding my ladies hand. And bicycle riding.” 

Since everything else I said, seemed to sail right over Emily’s head. At least she didn’t ask me to leave, when she only replied. “I don’t own a bike, but I had one as a kid.”

So I decided not to offer the (lets have sex then or get naked in public) invitation a second time, and quickly said. “I don't think I'll have a bike much longer though. As our new Commanding Officer (CO) or the Ship's Captain doesn't want his ship to look like a bicycle repair shop. So next month, he won't let us keep our bikes on-board the ship anymore.”

Emily just as quickly replied. “You can keep it here if you like?”

As I said, “Thanks; you barely have enough storage space here as it is. Let alone extra room for a bike.”

Even after Emily replied, “Well the offer still stands.”

 
And again I replied. “Thanks.”

But about two weeks later when Emily bought a bike of her own, so I ended up storing mine right next to hers in the middle of her living room. Now back to the story.

Emily and I headed out to spend the rest of the afternoon walking along the world famous VA Beach. And since all of the big green traffic signs pointed the way. Plus there were even more big green signs pointing towards Norfolk and to The Navy Base. So that even a stupid idiot like me shouldn’t get lost whenever I finally decided to head back to the base, even in the dark of night.

Emily and I spent almost three hours holding hands while walking barefoot in the sand and surf as we talked. Emily even managed to grab a few more seashells to add to her collection too. But while we were walking and just for the record too, if you have never set foot on a beach before, the sand gets everywhere. And it can very easily find its way into places that you would never imagine that sand could get, just from walking in it.

During our stroll, I found out that Emily liked pizza and fried chicken. Along with Chinese and Italian food, and I quickly confessed that I liked all of those items too. Plus I also liked hamburgers and hot dogs too. Then as Emily giggled, she said. “I forgot about hamburgers fresh off the grill. Though I will still eat one cooked indoors from a pan, if I had too, because I don’t have a barbecue.”

With a slight giggle in my voice, myself, I simply said. “Well my dear, you’re in luck. Because I have a small hibachi charcoal barbecue grill back in my van and I’m an excellent cook with it too. Plus I would be more than happy to barbecue a fresh hamburger anytime you want one, even if it’s in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn.” 

Emily started laughing, before she replied. “Be careful, I just might hold you to that.”

And without even thinking about where I was or who I was with, I just blurted out. “I would even cook them for you while I was naked, if you liked.”

And just like my other confession about what I liked. It seemed as if that comment fell upon deaf ears too. When Emily remained silent for a long minute or two before she quickly changed the topic and the direction of our conversation. 

When Emily and I finished walking, we grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading back to her place. And we found this quaint little mom and pops Italian restaurant where Emily ordered Lasagna and I had the Manicotti. The only problem with that was, the entire time Emily and I were eating. All I could think about doing was stuffing my homemade Larry-dee-cotti, somewhere between the pasta folds of Emily’s legs and inner thighs.

Also with my flesh colored frosting tube hanging between my legs, I wanted to stuff Emily’s moist pasta tube with my freshly pumped Larry-cotta cheese. Until our combined pasta dish was leaking out all over the sheets of her bed.

But since my first two sexual related questions didn’t get either a positive or negative response from Emily. Ijust figured that a third one would be just as useless. So I simply kept that suggestion, along with any other questions along those same lines to myself.

And Emily and I just kept up with more non-sexual related or idle chit-chat while we ate. Although, she did let me hold her hand while we ate. Which to me and because it was on my list of favorite things to do, I considered that first base on our first date.

Emily just standing there, all naked like, with her hands on her hips said. “Well, what do you think?”

Again, since I didn't want to laugh or even giggle. While Emily was standing right in front of me and completely naked too. So I just bit my tongue, and said. “Now that’s the third question that you asked, with the word what in it. Why don't we just suspend this game until later on? And you owe me four in a row now.”

As Emily quickly replied, “Sounds good to me.”

Plus our food was sitting there and getting colder by the minute. So I said. “I picked you in the restaurant because I liked what I saw. I liked looking at you while you were in your uniform. And I like looking at you even more now, that you’re out of it. I’m all yours hook line and sinker. And I just want to wrap one hand in your hair while I’m holding you close and kissing you. At the same time, I want my other hand to play right between your legs until beg me to start making love to you.”
 

Swallowing hard, before Emily cut in and asked. “How long would you stay after I reeled you into my boat?”

And I very simply told the truth when I said. “I will be here every night that I don't have duty. I will wake up in your bed next to you every morning I can. I will also be here every moment of every day that my ship is in port, minus work days and duty days of course. And I will be here until you tell me to leave. Then you will never see me again.”

Then Emily suddenly asked. “If I told you to leave right now, would you go?”

And I very quickly told Emily the truth again when I replied. “If you told me to go right now, I would do just that. I would walk right out of your apartment and out of your life forever. With no turning back, with no second chances and with no regrets either.”

Emily still standing there with her hands on her hips simply said. “Larry, you can ask all of your questions now, if you like.”
 

And I asked. “When was the last time you had sex?”

Emily giggled and said, “This morning, while I was dreaming about you.”

As my eyes quickly widened with her response, I cut in and asked. “I meant sex with a man?”

Emily giggled again and sat back down, she said. “That still counts as two questions right?”

And I had no choice when I replied. “Busted and yes it does.”

Emily continued, “My last boyfriend Rodney, walked out of my patio door about eight months ago.”

As I quickly thought to myself, “That's about the same time Helen walked out on me.”

Then I asked. “How often do you pleasure yourself?”

And when Emily said, “I do, each and every morning. Because I wake up so horny. So I just take care of business, and then I'm usually good for the rest of the day.”

Then I asked, “Do you like to suck dick and to have your pussy eaten out?”

Emily counting on her fingers, this time asked. “That’s two questions and you only have one more left, right?”

So I truthfully replied, “Yes. That’s two questions and I have only one question left.”

Emily said. “I like both.”

And lastly, I asked. “What would you do if I stripped down to my birthday suit right here in front of you?”
 

Emily giggling again, asked. “Before I answer that, why did you pick me? I wasn't even supposed to work yesterday. But Molly called me up late Friday night and asked if I could cover her shift.”

As I stood up and quickly removed my t-shirt, I said. “Maybe it was Molly that I was supposed to meet on Saturday morning then?”

Emily still giggling said. “Molly's is happily married with three kids. And it was because her youngest one was sick, that she called me to cover her shift.”

As I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor I said. “Then it’s was Molly the matchmaker who made me pick you then. Because I had to make five decisions, and three of them involved different restaurants. And I had to make each and every one of those decisions right just to meet you. And you could have said no to Molly's request, to avoid meeting me. But it was fate that put us both in the restaurant at the same time. And it was your positive attitude that hooked me and I'm guessing that it was my poem that hooked you?”
 

When I stepped out of my pants and placed both of my hands on my hips, just like Emily did a few minutes earlier. I asked again. “What would you do if I stripped down to my birthday suit right in front of you?”

As Emily stood up and very slowly started walking towards me, she said. “I would ask you to make love to me right here on the floor in the middle of my kitchen.”

And when Emily was close enough she gave me a hug with one hand, while she wrapped her other hand around my very rigid cock.

Who I incidentally just named Peter. And of course, I named him after Peter Cottontail. All because Emily was the very first girlfriend I had that sported a very nice and furry little cottontail hidden between her legs.

After I let a brief sigh of relief escape my lips. Emily's eyes went wide, before she asked. “I heard you make that noise back in the restaurant, didn't I?”

Still trying to be truthful, I simply said, “I’m busted again. When you were thinking about what I would like for desert, and holding your pencil up against your tongue.”

Pointing down to peter, who was still throbbing in Emily’s firm grasp. I continued saying. Peter here, just wanted to be that pencil, so bad.”

Then Emily continued by saying. “Maybe some other time, but right now I want you to kiss me.”

And as I wrapped one hand tightly in Emily’s hair to the north. I slowly sent my other Roman hand down south to do the same. And before I kissed her I simply said. “All you had to do was ask.”

But once my hand reached Emily's southern curls, and discovered she was soaking wet. I started to probe her inner folds deeper and deeper, until I discovered the source of her wetness.

After Emily let out a very cute sounding soft moan of her own. She appeared to jokingly say. “I want you leave right now.”

And not really being sure of Emily’s true intent, I quickly raised an eyebrow in surprise. Then true to my word earlier. I quickly released my hold on Emily’s northern and southern curls. But as I started to bend down to down and gather my clothes.

Emily quickly backtracked, her last statement and very loudly started yelling. “No. No. No. Wait. Stop. I was just kidding. Please don't leave.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and quickly turned around to face her. And looked deeply into Emily's pale blue eyes, which were filled with tears, and said. “Girl, you just wasted your one and only strike. If you ever tell me to leave your house again, there's nothing on gods green earth that you can say or do to take it back. And I will walk right out of both your house and your life forever.”
 

Emily after swallowing hard quickly said. “I'll never make that mistake again. Because that's twice now that you did exactly what you said you would do and I know what a strike three means.”

Emily quickly dropped to her knees and placed Peter lightly on her tongue. And she just held him there, like her pencil was yesterday. After two or three minutes slowly passed, Emily put her tongue back into her mouth and lightly kissed Peter o his firm mushroom shaped head. Then she asked. “Is there anything else I can do for you Peter?”

This time I grabbed two hands full of Emily's hair and forced Peter deep down her throat. And I just held her there. With Emily's face smashed tight against my groin. Then after a few heartbeats passed, I relaxed my grasp so she could breathe. But Emily just grabbed my ass cheeks and tried to pull Peter even deeper into her mouth and throat.

And when Emily finally broke her lip lock on Peter, she said. “Now I want you to fuck me so hard that you drive my ass right into the floorboards.”

And I simply replied. “Your wish is my command.”

But after a minute I quietly asked. “I thought you already had sex this morning?”

Emily simply giggled as she replied. “A morning diddle may sometimes serve as a replacement for morning sex in a pinch, but it's still early morning. And there's nothing like a roll in the hay to start your day.”

As she just pointed out the kitchen window. And she was right; it was still dark outside, though the sun was just starting to come up. And I didn't even notice it before Emily pointed it out to me. But almost as soon as the tip of my cock entered Emily's warm, wet and very inviting womanhood. I had to go to straight into lock-down mode, and jump to pucker factor ten.

I even tried to deploy my Ancient Chinese Secret all the way down to the types of fried rice. As I kept repeating to myself, Egg Drop Soup, Wanton Soup, Hot and Sour Soup, Egg Drop Wanton Soup. Then I even added Egg Roll, Shrimp Roll, and Spring Roll. Plus I had to dig down really deep in order to add. Fried Rice, Beef Fried Rice, Chicken Fried Rice, House Special Fried Rice, Pork Fried Rice, Shrimp Fried Rice and lastly Vegetable Fried Rice.

But nothing worked. As Emily’s well groomed and seasoned pussy muscles. Kept contracting and pulled Peter deeper into her tender and very soaking wet folds. And when my face started to grimace, Emily suddenly asked. “What's wrong?”

I quickly said, “Between your hand, mouth and your pussy, I don't think I can last much longer, please don't move.”

Then Emily quickly replied, “Don't worry Larry, I got this.”

As she raised her hips and crossed her legs behind the small of my back. But it was her quick and sudden movement that caused me to loose what little bit of self-control that I had left. And I started shooting my wad into Emily's soaking wet womanhood.

But every time Peter pulsed, Emily squeezed as if she was milking poor Peter for every last drop. And since Emily and I were doing the horizontal version of Helen’s straight backed chair or Helen’s patented vertical kegel fuck. It didn’t take long for my balls to be completely drained.

And just like Helen did before her. Emily kept on squeezing Peter to the exact same rhythm. As Emily was now using her kegel muscle contractions to perform cock to pussy resuscitation or just an x-rated version or the traditional CPR on poor Peter Cottontail.
 

While Emily was giving Peter the gift of life, I decided to ask. “When you and Rodney were having sex who initiated it?”

Emily cautiously replied, “He did of course.”

So I asked. “Were you always happy with that arrangement?”

Then Emily said. “No, I wasn't. Why do you ask?”

And I simply said. “Good. Because I want to conduct a little experiment here, if you don’t mind. And I want you to be happy in our relationship, all at the same time. Because with my last girlfriend, we had sex basically whenever I wanted it or whenever she felt that I needed it. And since you prefer to have your sex just once in the morning, I think I can live with that, well at least I hope I can anyway.”

After swallowing hard and Peter was getting hard himself. I continued saying. “So Girl, now times have changed. And I want you to initiate sex whenever we have sex. Because if you leave it up to me to decide, you would be naked from the time I walked in until I left again.”

And Emily just said, “I believe you would too.”

Then I continued by saying, “And if you decide to just pleasure yourself and not include me, then I’ll just watch. And who knows, I might even pick up a trick or too. But don’t be surprised if I start pleasuring myself too. Because in the past, I’ve grown accustomed to having sex six or seven times a day, whether it was with a partner or not.”

But Emily just giggled, before saying. “I think Peter's ready for a second round.”

And Emily released her scissors lock on me. I kissed her and slowly started with half strokes because Emily’s pussy was still a wee bit moist on the inside. Then I slowly increased the speed and length of each stroke. And once I reached full speed and stroke, I heard some glasses in Emily's cupboard start to rattle. Then a short time later when her spice bottles were doing the same thing. I momentarily stopped and asked. “Shall we wake the neighbors?”

Emily just giggling and said, “Let's wake up the whole dam complex too.”

And when I started pumping again, Emily's pussy started making a very cute little squishing sound. That reminded me of kids sloshing through a huge puddle with their boots on. Then about five minutes later, I filled Emily's rabbit hole up with another batch of my fresh homemade pancake batter.

And when I was finished pumping, we just laid there naked and kissing each other on Emily’s kitchen floor. And we stayed wrapped up in each other's arms until the sun finally came in through the window and blinded us. 

After coming clean about Fay, there was another long silent pause. And this one was much longer than the first one was. Before Emily broke the silence again and asked. “Larry, how many girlfriends have you had since then?”

Again, not wanting to ruin the mood by laughing or giggling, I very softly replied. “Two, my first one was Suzan, and we eventually got married and had a daughter. But because she couldn’t stop cheating on me, I had to end it with her. And my second girlfriend was Helen. And we split up a little over nine months ago, because she didn’t want to move to Chicagowith me. So we ended it.”

Emily, looking square into my hazel eyes, very inquisitively asked. “Would I be your third girlfriend then?” 

Giving Emily’s hand I gentle squeeze, I very politely asked. “Emily, I would be truly honored if you were to become my third girlfriend. That is if you’ll have me, of course?”

When Emily stood up, so did I. Then she walked over to my side of the table and gave me a big hug and kiss. And when she broke our embrace and lip lock, she very softly replied. “Of course I will. But I have one condition though.”

So I simply asked. “Anything my dear, I will do whatever you ask me to do. Because all I want to do, is to fulfill all of your wants needs and desires.”

Giggling now, Emily quickly replied and asked. “Are you sure?”

As I took both of Emily’s hands in mine, and softly said. “Your wish is my command.”

Still giggling, Emily said. “Like Fay, I like the smell of a man’s cum. Just like you, I also like the taste of it too. So you can jerk off for me, just like you did for her. And if you tell me a sexy story about Fay or one of your other girlfriends; you can cum on my body. But when you lick it off me, I want you to keep it in your mouth so I can taste it too. And when you’re done making love to me, I want you to eat me out right afterwards. Plus, whenever I’m finished giving you a blow job, I’ll share it with you. So we can both enjoy your loads together with a long, wet and sloppy kiss too.”

Giving both of Emily’s hands a long gentle squeeze, I simply said. “Miss, I will jerk off for you anytime that you want me too. And I will also jerk off for you anyplace or anywhere that you desire me too.”

Laughing now, Emily quickly replied. “Can I hold you to that, because I already have a few ideas that I want to try out.”

I really wasn’t sure at the time. Or if I just stuck my foot in my mouth or not and just made the biggest mistake of my life. When I quickly replied, “Yes you can. And I mean anytime, anyplace or anywhere.”

Giggling again, Emily just asked. “Or anyone?”

Because I wasn’t really sure what she was hinting too. But to me it sounded like an invitation to a possible three-way or ménages-a-Trois 

So I just as quickly said. “Or anyone.”

Then Emily back peddled a bit when she asked. “You never answered one of my earlier questions. Has Peter Cottontail had any other fights besides Rosy Palm, the Tonsil Twins and my Bearded Clam?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, when I simply replied. “Yes he has. And we’ve already spoken about if briefly. But I will go into greater detail right here and now, just for you.”

When Emily started to giggle again, like she was just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I continued by saying. “On and off again for the past seven months or so, Peter's been fighting the Fearsome Five Fingered Fist. Although Peter always giving him some stiff competition, he would always leave the battlefield with his head hanging low. All because Peter would simply rush in hard and fast, but after he finished shooting all of his ammo. Peter would sound the retreat before tucking his tail between my legs and run away to hide.”
 

While Emily was laughing, she pointed at Peter just said, “How sad? I think I see a tear in his eye.”

Then in Peter’s defense again, I quickly cut in and asked. “Yes you might see an occasionally a tear or two. But are they tears of joy or ones of sadness?”

As I flexed my newly acquired kegel muscles on both the words joy and sadness. And I owe that to Helen and Lilly who both took the time to teach me how to use them.

But when Emily attempted to reach out to try and touch him, I flexed my kegel muscles again. So it appeared that Peter was lunging for Emily’s open hand while I said. “Be careful, Peter still might have a little fight still left in him.”

And I made Peter lunge at her a second time, but Emily tried to sound serious when she said. “Peter, this is Rosy and she wants to introduce you to her five sisters again. They won't hurt you, I promise.”

Then as Emily placed her open palm directly under my soft cock, though I still made Peter flex for her a few more times. Under Emily's gentle caress I said. “You better be careful. If you keep that up, you could end up with a very big problem on your hands.”

Emily just giggled again and said. “He's not so big. But Larry, since I already had an old boyfriend named Peter. I’ll just call him Mr. Cottontail, if you don’t mind.”

And ever since Emily suggested it, Peter Cottontail was now simply called Mr. Cottontail. So I quickly replied, “Then Mr. Cottontail it is. Also, you might say he’s not that big to a cub. But when he’s all grown up and becomes a full sized lion you might rue the day you said that. By the way, I have to pee. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you help me.”

When Emily finally stopped laughing, she asked. “Help you pee? How in the heck am I supposed to do that?”

Laughing back at her, I just said. “Follow me and find out, unless you’re truly scared of the lion quickly popping up?”

Emily was only giggling now, but since she was also just a little bit curious too. She followed me into the bathroom and while I was standing in front of the pot, I said. “Stand directly behind me and press her body as close to mine as you can.”

And once I felt Emily’s cantaloupe sized breasts flatten against my back, I continued saying. “Now wrap both your arms around me like you’re giving me a big bear hug.”

Then after placing both of Emily's hands on Mr. Cottontail, I continued by adding. “Just think of this as one of those carnival games. Like one of the one’s that you have to fill the balloon or funnel up with water. Or hit the center of a cone to send either a racing horse or a race car down the track. Just try to keep the flow hitting the middle of your toilet bowl.”

And once Emily started to giggle again, I finished by asking. “Are you ready?”

Plus I didn't even wait for her to respond before I started my operation golden flow. And that sudden burst completely surprised Emily. Because she directed my piss on the bottom of the raised toilet lid and the inside of her lavender seat cover.

And just a few seconds passed, Emily was starting to get things under control. When I giggled and started moving my hips slightly from side to side. But Emily kept failing to move peter in the opposite direction and she couldn't stay on target. Needless to say, Emily's first attempt to help me take a piss left a small yellow mess on her toilet, seat cover and the bathroom floor too.

But if Emily was pissed about it (no pun intended) she never said anything to me. Plus we were both still giggling and laughing the entire time that I was pissing. And when we pulled the lavender seat cover off the lid, it started dripping on the floor. Adding to the puddle I already made. After tossing it in the tub, were started cleaning up the puddle on the floor, not to mention the toilet lid and seat.

And while we were both down on our hands and knees, cleaning my piss off the commode and bathroom floor. I softly touched, played with and even lightly pulled Emily’s hair with my free hand every chance I got. And I even managed to playfully smack her pale white left ass cheek a couple of times too.

Then something truly amazing happened, because right after I slapped Emily’s ass the second time. She was all over both me and Mr. Cottontail too. And just like back in the kitchen earlier, Rosy Palm and her five sisters were the first jump into action. As they all started pulling on Mr. Cottontail with me following closely behind. Then Rosy Palm and her Five Sisters led us right out of the bathroom and straight into the living room. 

And when we all stopped, I finally had the opportunity to grab a fist full of both Emily’s northern and southern curls again. But unlike the kitchen, I didn’t have to stop what I was doing suddenly because of something Emily said. Also, while I continued to pull Emily’s hair back even farther with my right hand. It completely exposed her neck along with a very vulnerable earlobe.

So while my tongue and lips were quite busy up north, five of my Russian digits were having their way with the tender pink folds hidden beneath Emily’s thick underbrush. And two of them even spent the majority of their time quickly ducking into and back out of a deep cavern they also discovered hidden there.

And even though Emily’s breathing quickly became raspy and irregular, I release her trapped northern curls. Because I had to physically remove Rosy Palm and her Five Sisters from around my swollen shaft. Or this was going to quickly end as just another hand job. 

But once Mr. Cottontail was free from their evil grasp, I briefly pinned Rosy behind Emily’s back. That was until her wicked twin Lefty Lucy jumped right in with her five siblings in tow. And that caused me to release Emily’s southern curls as well. Just so my other Roman hand could deal with Lucy.

Now with Rosy Palm and Lefty Lucy both pinned behind Emily’s back I dropped down to one knee, in an attempt to plunge nose first into Emily’s thick pubic jungle. But Emily had a different idea, because she also dropped to one knee almost as soon as I did.

Plus her lips quickly sought on mine before locking on. We remained like that for only a few seconds until Emily and I both instinctively dropped completely down to our knees. And that was almost as bad as when Rosy Palm or Lefty Lucy had a tight hold around Mr. Cottontail’s firm shaft. Because Mr. Cottontail’s mushroomed shaped head was now deep in the thicket of Emily’s pubic hair. 

Until I Finally had to break our lip lock and say, “Emily dear, if we don’t take this to the floor soon. Instead of making love to you again, Mr. Cottontail’s going to take it out on Mrs. Cottontail. And I really would like to taste you first, then again after we’re finished. So you too, can also enjoy the fruits of our love making.”

So without saying a word, Emily nodded her head in agreement as I released both of her trapped hands. Then with Emily laying flat on her back and her legs spread slightly apart. I buried my face and nose deep into Emily’s spelunking or spunk-in cave. Meaning, that I get to put and briefly store some of my fresh spunk in Emily’s hairy little hidey hole. Until I start to lick it out later, for both of us to savor, enjoy and share. 

And within five or six minutes, Emily managed to wrap one of her legs around the back of my neck and was basically forcing me to lick, nibble and suck on her tender pink folds even more. Plus about a minute or so after that, Emily had two fistfuls of my curly brown locks trapped in her hands too.

As I quickly thought about what the headlines of the morning newspaper might say. A local man was suffocated yesterday while he was eating his girlfriends snatch, film at eleven. Man what a way to go, death by pussy.