Page 48 of Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story

Mark stood up and removed his shirt, a few items of clothing behind the others. Amy turned and helped him out of his khaki’s and then he was back on the bed, and Amy was pushing him down so he was laying flat.

Now she took hold of Emilia’s hand and guided her over to where Mark lay. She started teasing her fingers over the material of his underwear. His rock hard cock was pointing straight up and with a sudden twitch, it finally popped through the gap and Emilia could see it.

She grinned and unconsciously licked her lips.

It was slightly smaller than Cassian’s, but thicker and it had a slight bend to it, curving upwards. She reached out hesitantly, then touched it with the tips of her fingers. Behind her she felt Cassian moving to see what she was doing, then felt his warm and comforting hand touching the small of her back. He kissed her neck and then turned to Amy who slipped her arms around his shoulder, and then he kissed her softly on the lips.

Emilia continued to stroke Mark as she watched Cassian unhook Amy’s bra and slide it off over her shoulder and arms, then he lay her down and pulled off her knickers, and Emilia thrilled at the sight of Amy’s naked body as she knelt up and sat before them.

Cassian moved behind Amy, his cock pressing against her ass, and as Emilia turned her attention back to Mark, she could see in the corner of her eye that Cassian was kissing her neck, his arm tight around her waist, his hand on her flat and pale stomach. Emilia leaned down so her lips were just an inch above Mark’s tip and then as she plucked up the courage, she took him into her.

He felt huge in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head and felt as more warm precum leaked into her cheeks and somehow she felt him grow inside her, if that were even possible.

She slipped him out and turned to see Amy stroking Cassian’s cock as they both watched her sucking Mark. She could feel the excitement in her chest, the sensation of another’s mans cock in her mouth was overwhelming and she tried not think about the possibility of him pushing it inside her, perhaps later. She took him back into her mouth again and slid up and down.

As Mark began to moan, she sat back and Amy embraced her again, lips on lips, tongue on tongue. As they kissed she felt the men moving on the bed, and now someone was behind her and they were removing her skirt, sliding it down over her bottom and someone else was pulling her chemise off, exposing her breasts and then she was almost naked and pressed up against Amy’s bare body.

The feeling was incredible. Her soft skin was smooth and electrifying, her red hair was vibrant and loose, flowing gently over her supple frame. She felt prickles all over her body, as though goose pimples had erupted across all of her skin, but most of all she felt warm and cozy. They fell forward and wrapped their arms and legs around each other, kissing one another urgently. Stroking and caressing and squeezing and then Amy’s fingers were between her thighs, urgently pulling her knickers down to her knees, searching up and finding her lips, then sliding up and down between them.

Emilia felt a deep urge to squeeze Amy, to hold her as tightly as she could, to smell her hair and nuzzle into her neck, to kiss her cheeks and her forehead and her lips over and over. The warmth and softness of her skin was intoxicating and her head tingled as though she was floating through a cloud.

Amy’s fingers explored her delicately, and then slowly and carefully, she slipped inside her with a single fingertip.

Emilia let out a gasp and squeezed her thighs together, but then she felt Cassian (or was it Mark?) pushing her knees apart and Amy was rolling her to the side. Emilia, now on her back, eyes closed, felt Amy start to kiss her way past and down her neck, across her collar bone and then around her breast, teasing and touching. Then she felt a wave of pleasure as Amy’s lips found her nipple.

But then Amy was moving further down, and her friends weight shifted. She was kissing her stomach, and now her belly button, making her quiver and writhe on the bed, arching her spine.

Now her waist.

Her hips.

Her mound.

Emilia bit her lip as she felt Amy’s hot breath between her legs. She gripped the duvet and buried her head to the side, and then let out a long slow moan as Amy’s tongue ran its way along her labia and began to slowly circle her clit.

‘Yes,’ she whispered as her mouth opened wide.

She lowered her hands and found soft red hair, running her fingers through it as Amy’s tongue flicked and pressed and slipped against her. Now she could feel two slender and long fingers inside her and she let out a whimper, louder this time, as Amy pressed upwards but kept swirling her tongue at the same perfect rate.

‘Yes,’ said Emilia again as she started to feel a deep orgasm building inside her.

She could feel the bed shifting and she opened her eyes to find Cassian kneeling next to her, his cock inches from her mouth. She took it in, sliding it over her tongue, tasting him as Amy kept going, her fingers moving deep inside her pussy.

She felt a new sensation now, a rhythmic movement and looked down to see that Mark was behind Amy. She smiled as they made eye contact and he then tilted his head backwards, holding onto his wife’s ass. Then Amy moaned into her crotch as Mark pushed his cock deep inside her and began to fuck his wife.

Emilia was getting close and she took Cassian back into her mouth again as her orgasm built, but it quickly became too much. He slid out as she began to moan and her legs pinched together. She arched her back and shook as her whole body came.

For a few blissful moments she lay there in euphoric harmony, feeling the bed moving rhythmically as Mark made love to Amy, feeling Cassian’s warm hand in her own, squeezing her, comforting her and keeping her safe.

Now Amy was moving, she had pulled away from Mark and was turning over to lay on her back and now Mark was between his wife's legs and back inside her, thrusting hard and holding her face and kissing her passionately.

‘Harder,’ she said and then she turned to look at Emilia and reached out for her hand, her fingers searching and desperate as they interlocked.

Cassian knelt between Emilia’s legs now, and as she stared into Amy’s eyes, she felt her husbands wet cock pushing and probing and then sliding into her soaking wet pussy and she squeezed her friends fingers and smiled as they made love next to one another.

It was happening. The moment she’d fantasised about. It was happening now and in front of her.

Emilia watched as Amy’s eyes began to glaze over, her mouth getting wider and wider as she got closer and closer to the edge. Now she was beginning to arch her back, to dig her fingers into Mark’s back muscles. She started to moan, louder and louder.

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