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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Joyce threw back her head and laughed. "That's hilarious! The bride of the lesbian! Is that what I'm supposed to be?"

Emily laughed with her. "Something like that," she said, and drew Joyce closer, kissing her on the lips.

There was no real passion in the kiss. Compared to what had gone on between them before, it was an entirely chaste kiss. Joyce was determined to explore this odd and amusing fantasy further, until another flashbulb went off from across the table.

She could see the picture it would produce. The cute little blonde physician, clad in the white negligee of the bride, embracing mouth to mouth with the buxomly beautiful and powerful woman.

It was a picture for a case-history book-except that she was that little blonde participant in the sex fantasy, and such a picture could ruin her career. She took her lips from the lesbian's and looked coldly across the table to where Dr. Morgan was seated. She held out her hand and said, "Give me that camera. I won't have you taking any more pictures of me involved in any of your farces.

"Yes, ma'am," said the doctor, still playing his butler's role to the hilt, and handed over the camera.

"There's no film in it, dear," Emily assured her, patting her bare shoulder and smiling at Joyce's distrustful scowl..

Joyce opened the camera, found it was indeed empty. Only slightly chagrined, she set it back on the table, whereupon the play-acting butler picked it up and fitted another flashbulb into it. He was just in time for another kiss between the little blonde in the arms of the big brunette across the table from him. Joyce entered into this kiss more deeply, more securely. It was her way of apologizing to tie fantasizing woman for thinking the pictures might be used to incriminate her as an accomplice in their illicit sex. It was pleasant to be kissed by Emily Beresford. Joyce was all relaxed from the wine and the food, and Emily's lips and tongue were relaxed and warm. They tasted good on Joyce's. She let the kiss linger, allowed Emily's hand to rove up her bare leg inside the gauzy nylon of her negligee, until their silent butler had flashed two more bulbs. Then she politely pushed away from the affectionately embracing woman.

"How long have you two been fantasizing like this?" she asked.

"Whatever do you mean, darling?"

"The rape scene. This bridal scene. How long has it been going on, and who else have you involved in your fantasies?"

"This is reality, Joyce," said Emily with convincing sincerity. "You are my bride tonight, for as long as you stay with me.

Joyce shook her head, smiling, looking down at the jeweled hand that moved in a circle over her stomach and went on to lightly fondle her breasts. "Oh, no. I'm just a bystander. An observer. And this is all a fantasy."

"The love is real. The sensations are real. Feel those things," said the dazzling, soft-spoken brunette. "Feel them."

The scent of their perfume was very real. The residual taste of the food was there, and the feeling of mild inebriation. That hand roving over her body was real, delivering a perverted sort of love. And the warmly tingling sensations were real, for Joyce had already been shown she could respond to the touch of a stranger, even a woman. She volunteered a kiss of her own to test it all. Emily's mouth was like a exotic tropical flower, eagerly delivering nectar to a hungrily sucking bee. Joyce's senses once again rose in a dizzying spiral, and once again she was brought back to earth by the flash of the camera.

She smiled up at the looming, beautiful face and said, "I'm going to bed. By myself"

"Soon," said the lesbian. "But first, enjoy. Feel my breasts. Play with them while I play with yours. And don't tell me you don't enjoy it."

"Soft and warm," Joyce said as her hand moved over the huge, white-covered mound closest to her.

"And exciting."

"In a wicked, perverse sort of way, I suppose."

"Even more exciting with less clothing. No?" said Emily, challenge in her smile, hand inside Joyce's bodice now to softly toy with a nipple.

That nipple was not fully responding, much to Joyce's satisfaction.

A soft tweak of her nipple, and the hand was drawn away. Emily leaned back and began to open her blouse, and Joyce met the challenge in the lesbian's eyes with a confident, defiant smile. Her breathing was under control, she felt relaxed and could study this with objectivity. Big, big breasts, confined in a sheer black brassiere. Creamy white skin that lured the touching hand. Another soft kiss, warmer now with the proximity of the bared flesh of Emily's torso, and Joyce was still in control of herself as the lesbian leaned back, smiled, stood up to remove her skirt.

"Do you like what you see? Do you like your lesbian bridegroom?"

"You are a very beautiful woman. Yes, I like to look at you. But as for your being my lesbian bridegroom-no, that's quite impossible. For obvious reasons.

"Nothing here. Is that it?" the standing woman said, and moved her hand slowly over the big, black-covered mound of her loins. "You think I have nothing to consummate the marriage with. Is that it?"

"Among other things. Do you wish you had a cock there where your hand is? Do you have a great deal of penis-envy?"

"Darling, I wish for nothing now that I have you."

The big woman in black glided gracefully down beside Joyce again. She slipped her arms about her, kissed her, and Joyce's hands touched the soft

white flesh, the hard black fabric. This was sensuality at its utmost.

Joyce reached around her and unhooked the black brassiere. Her hand was back in time to catch the lovely big breast as it fell out of its confinement. It spilled out over the sides of Joyce's little hand as she hefted it and squeezed it and lifted it to her mouth. The nipple was as hard as hers but much bigger. She made Emily purr and stroke her head by sucking so sweetly on it. The camera flashed, then flashed again when Joyce had turned her pretty face to smile at it with her cheek clasped against that erotic loveliness she'd been sucking on. Another bulb and yet another Was exploded while Joyce softly tweaked and pulled the kiss-wet nipple and languorously tangled tongues with the smiling, heavy-lidded Emily Beresford.

"Feeling nice?" Joyce murmured.

"Glorious."

"You like to have your titty sucked?"

"By you. Only by you, Joyce."

"Yes, your bride," Joyce said, and softly laughed through her warm kisses on the perfumed flesh.

Emily smiled and slipped the shoulder strap of Joyce's negligee, freeing a breast for the soft cup of her hand. "Do you like it when I kiss your breasts, darling?"

"Yes," said Joyce, looking down at the lacquer-Upped hand in control of her tit. And with equal frankness, she said, "I like it even better than I like kissing your titties, Emily."

Joyce softly hued Emily's dark curls to her bosom as the woman sucked and licked her nipple. She knew just how hard to do it, just how long,

and her mouth was so very soft. The flashbulb went off again arid Joyce turned to smile in languid ecstasy at their photographer. He was out of operation for the moment, busy putting a new roll of film in the camera. There was something that wasn't right about that, but just then Joyce couldn't think of what it was. She looked back at him from time to time as he loaded his camera, and when he'd focused on her again, she lowered her head and placed a reverently affectionate kiss on top of the head that was at her breasts.

"You're getting me wonderfully excited. I just love it," she murmured, and kissed her again, tousled the silky black curls.

Emily nodded, and went on softly sucking.

"My pussy's just sopping wet, Emily."

"Oh?" said the lovely, exciting woman, and resumed her slick mouthings of Joyce's strongly throbbing nipple.

"Just feel how wet I am," said Joyce, and pulled up her rumpled negligee, and parted her legs.

She had to take one of Emily's hands from her breast and guide it to her loins. For once the lesbian seemed more than content with her breasts, and nothing more. But when that hand was properly placed between Joyce's nicely spread legs, its fingers showed the lesbian hadn't lost her interest in cunt.

Joyce sighed and settled lower on the love seat, smiling dreamily at their photographer, nestling her lesbian lover's head to her tit and undulating her hips to push her pussy against her fingers. She had two fingers inside her cunt and the ball of her thumb against her clit, provoking heavenly sensations. Joyce hugged her and kissed her head, and was able to softly massage one of her big tits.

"Going to eat me soon, lover?" she murmured. "Going to put your mouth where your hand is, Emily?"

To Joyce's mild surprise, Emily gently shook her head. She said, "I'd like it a lot if you did. I love to have you kiss my pussy, Emily. And I… I love to kiss yours. I'll kiss you there, darling. I'll kiss your pretty cunt if you'll kiss mine. I'll make you come, I promise you that. I'll make you come and come and come, Emily. Sixty-nine. Well have Philip take pictures of us licking each other's cunts, kissing 'em, sucking 'em and making each other come. Come on, Emily. I'm so ready for it, and I just know you are too. Gawd, I can smell you but I can't even reach you. I wish my tongue was a yard long. I'd tickle your big twat with it once, and you'd be down on the floor, doing lickety-split and driving me crazy. Come on, honey. Let's lick cunts. Come on, darling. Let's do it. That's what it's all about with us gals, isn't it?"

There was a whining note in Joyce's voice but she couldn't help that and she didn't care. What she cared about was further excitement, more orgasms. She'd been coming all along, but those had been minor orgasms, preludes to the big explosions she'd known with Emily in the past. She had to have that again, and she had to bury her face in hot wet cunt again. But still Emily sucked on at her titties, until at last in her impatience Joyce had to squirm away from her. She had to pop her beautifully swollen and tingling nipple out of the sucking lips and draw her lover up to face her. With her hands on Emily's soft, warm cheeks, with her sex-glazed eyes smoldering deeply into Emily's, she sweetly but firmly said, "Darling, I want you to suck my cunt, right now, and I want

to suck yours. Do you understand that?"

Emily nodded, smiling, and said, "I understand, but this isn't the night for that. We did that before, and we'll do it again, many times. But tonight is our wedding night, and we're going to do something even better than sucking cunt."

Joyce frowned, and said, "Y-You were serious about the wedding thing?"

"Of course. Why else would we have the champagne dinner and the photographer?" said Emily, continuing with her fingers on Joyce's clit, making it ever so difficult for the impassioned little blonde to think. "You've had a wedding night of sorts with Phil, and now it's lime to have one with me," she continued, so beautiful by candlelight, so excitingly close, so sure of herself now in Joyce's time of confusion.

"But," said Joyce, between the soft kisses being placed on the corners of her mouth, "but what could be better than our sucking cunts?"

"This," said Emily, and as if by magic she produced a long pale rod, and placed it in Joyce's lap.

She picked it up. Her hands were trembling as she turned it over and looked at it, and felt its smooth plastic surface. It was about an inch in diameter and almost a yard long. Its ends were rounded. It was firm but flexible, and could be easily bent. Joyce's mouth went dry as she looked at it and she could feel her heart fluttering and thumping in her chest. She shook her head slightly but she couldn't take her eyes from it as she said, "I think I know what this is,… and I don't want to have anything to do with it."

"It's a nice thing," said Emily, and slid it smoothly from Joyce's quaking hands.

There was confident smile on the face of the beautiful bride. As she slipped off her bra and worked her tight black panties down over her wide, sweeping hips. That huge patch of dark hair-appeared, and Joyce stared directly at it, breathing fast, and nervously fingering the plastic cock while another flashbulb went off somewhere at her side.

Emily sat down on the other end of the love seat with her back against the low arm and with her high-heeled shoes on the cushions, their toes pointed at Joyce, their heels two feet apart. Her crotch was quite open. Even in the dim candlelight Joyce could see the long pink slit through the tangle of dark hair between Emily's large white tapered thighs. Emily, still wearing that confident smile, leisurely parted the thick hair and the glistening lips and Joyce swallowed hard and blinked back moisture in her eyes when she saw the full extent of that woman's cunt.

There was the oversized clitoris that she'd been begging to kiss. There was the cunt hole that would gladly accept a man's cock or a woman's fingers or even the plastic device in her hands. There before her eyes was luscious sex, dripping with juices, filling the young intern's nostrils with a scent far more intoxicating than any French perfume. It was all framed in black garter straps and the black belt of her garter belt and the black welts of her gleaming hose.

A little whimpering sound came from Joyce's throat, and she said, "You're beautiful. It's beautiful. Let's suck cunts, Emily."

Emily reached out her hand and snapped her fingers, saying, "Hand me our toy, darling."

Joyce's hands closed tighter on it, and she said, "We don't need this thing. Just… just let me suck yours… for a start."

The jeweled fingers snapped again. Joyce bit her lip in frustration and handed the long white thing over to her. Emily's smile broadened as she rubbed one end of the thing up and down the big pink gash between her legs. It looked like an immense candle jutting up from the hairy base that was Emily's cunt. But then the length of it was diminished as Emily pushed the end inside her pussy, sighing and squirming her big hips on the cushions of the love seat.

She worked more and mare of it in and out of her cunt, smiling and licking her lips while Joyce watched unblinkingly. It seemed as if she got at least a foot of the thing inside her body. That end was all glistening wet as she moved it in and out, purring with pleasure. She'd formed it into a graceful curve with the unused end pointing upward, sliding it in and out of her cunt, moving her hips to meet its slow insertions.

"Does it… feel good?" Joyce said, in spite of herself.

Emily nodded gravely, and she bent, the unused end downward until it was pointing at Joyce's eyes.

"Oh, Jesus," Joyce muttered, and glanced at their photographer. "Don't take pictures of this, Philip," she said, and quickly tucked her negligee up about her waist and assumed a position on the love seat just like Emily's position, but facing her.

Joyce's bare feet were under Emily's thighs and Emily's feet were under Joyce's thighs. Both

impassioned females had their knees bent and elevated. Their cunts were facing each other. Joyce reached out her trembling hand and Emily put her end of the thing in it.

"Get it nice and wet before you slip it in, dear," Emily instructed.

"Yes. Yes," Joyce said, breathing shallowly and fast as she ran the blunt end up and down through her quivering wet slit.

Another flashbulb popped just as she was putting it in her cunt. She hadn't lubricated it enough, and it stuck going in, but it fell just marvelous. She shifted her quaking asscheeks closer to Emily on the couch as she worked more and more of it into her hungry cunt. Right at her side was Dr. Morgan, wearing a tuxedo, his big prick sticking stiffly out of his pants, photographing her slack-jawed but concentrating face as she shoved the lesbian's dildo into her twat. She ignored him and his cock until she had her end of their toy in as far as it would go, and then she forgot about him completely.

The flexibility of the thing was wonderful. Between them they could bend it into a U while they leaned close to each other and tangled with their tongues. Their legs were all tangled up, too, with Joyce's naked limbs rustling and sliding over the larger nyloned legs of Emily. Leaning back again, constantly working their hips against the sweet internal pressure of the thing that was fucking hot of them at the same time, they grinned lewdly at each other.

"Feeling good, darling?" Emily drawled.

"Never better," said Joyce, constantly squirming on their two-way cock, constantly orgasming. "Never ever better."

"You look good, too," said her partner. "Your wedding night negligee is all rumpled and sweaty, but you look terrific in it. Sorry I broke that one shoulder strap, but it does show more of you. One beautiful little titty standing out staring at me, asking me to suck it again, and the other pushing out the sheer nylon with its pretty pink nipple. Your little blonde cunt all wet and hot, hair all plastered down with cunt juice, and our lovely Hg cock pushing in and out through your sucking cuntlips. Yes, my little bride, you look good."

"And your cunt;" said Joyce, in an ecstasy of sexual pleasure, "it's getting fucked, too. You have the biggest cunt in the world, Emily, and the most beautiful. All that hair… I've never seen anything like it. Your clit's just huge. I can see it so clearly, even in this light. God, how I want to bury my face there and suck on it, but shit; I can't stop fucking. And your tits, they're just gorgeous. The sexiest tits in the world. Big, God, they're big. Quivering and jiggling all over your chest. The nipples alone look as big as my whole tits."

Emily grinned and reached out, and pinched Joyce's nipple through the damp nylon. "Oh, Christ!" Joyce cried, and writhed more strongly on the love seat. "I'm coming all the time, and then each time you do something else I reach another peak. Can I… touch you like that?"

"Darling, you can do anything you want to."

"T-Tell me to do it, Emily. Make me play with your tits."

"I'll do better than that, if it's dominance you want," said Emily.

Her hand shot out and she grabbed Joyce by the hair. She jerked her forward and pushed her head down. She lifted one big breast and shoved it in

Joyce's open mouth, and wave after wave of almost unbearable orgasmic pleasure swept through the little blonde as she clung to the marshmallow soft flesh and sucked on the rigid nipple in her mouth. All bent over like that, the mixed scent of their musky cunts alone was enough to intoxicate her. Add to that the texture and taste of the nipple in her mouth, and cap it off with the stronger movements of the cock they shared as Emily's hips drove it harder into her. It was all so much that Joyce fell back in a half-swoon, struggling to stay awake so she wouldn't miss a moment of this perverse delight.

She felt a cock against her parted lips, all sticky and warm, and she heard Emily say, "Phil, quit that. She's mine for tonight. You promised."

Joyce opened her eyes and saw their butler was naked now, and just picking up the camera again. More important by far, Emily had hold of the shaft that joined their cunts and was moving it back and forth, fucking both of them simultaneously and smiling her encouragement at Joyce.

"Still feeling good?" she asked.

Joyce laughed. "Need you ask?"

"Want to feel better, darling?"

"God, I couldn't feel any better. But… but, yes. Yes-s-s."