The taste in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around the finger is new to me. It is not quite like Emmie's taste, or even Liz. Maybe there are no quite identical tastes. I find that logical, but my brain is addled by the electrifying sensation burning it after coursing through my body.
This first time using some sense other than sight to perceive Emmie's finger makes even more liquid ooze out of my pussy. Especially with the almost naked softness with hard tips pressing into my back.
My tongue battles the naughty finger in my mouth, before it fights against the pressure of my lips, and leaves.
"Alright, Emmie, enOUgh~"
The sudden pinch of my nipple makes my voice distorted. The sudden surge of electricity makes me jump up and I block the hand on my chest, before I turn around to face the aggressor blocking me against the kitchen countertop.
Her face is flushed, her eyes shining with a bright light, the tableau complete with a mischievous smile. The last point irks me, so I retaliate.
While her hand is still cupping my small milkless jug, I plunge my hand under her crop top to take hold of the naked roundness below and squeeze it, while I smash my lips against hers.
Her teat hardens against my palm as her breast warms up with my fondling which is not quite soft, as if a massage to tenderize the already soft bun.
"Hm~"
Emmie moans in my mouth as our tongues battle it out. She tastes like the milk I have gotten used to drinking in the last week or so. It started slowly, but we forget everything around and lose ourselves in a world that sheds more and more of its ambiguity for something primal that needs no one of the opposite sex.
Emmie's hands work to pry apart the obstacles to my naked chest. I let go of her lips and descend to her neck where I suck, suckle, and bite.
She practically heats up in my arms. She is finally done with my top, and she spread it apart, giving herself access underneath. She pushes my modest bra up, and palms me skin to skin. That is when I know that it is not just her body which warmed up.
She takes my nipples and twists and twirls them, like the controls of my body, or rather, of my excitement, making my wet walls below twitch to the same rhythm.
I push her arms up and pull the crop top she is wearing before throwing it aside.
The cool air of the apartment makes her laugh, then it is her turn to assault me in the neck. The traces I have left on her were like a prophecy of what my neck will look like after her ministrations.
I struggle between raising my head to give better access to my neck and tensing it up.
The lips and the tongue journeying down cling onto my collarbone, then slide down to my chest. I move back involuntarily, and with the countertop behind me, raise myself up to partially sit on it, as if to better present my chest to the devourer. And she practically swallows the small, growing softness there.
Half of my right breast disappears in Emmie's mouth, and my toes curl up as she scrapes it with her teeth, and bites my rock-hard nipple at the end.
"Anh~"
I block Emmie from rising further and letting go of what is biting onto.
"AH~"
But with a harsh bite that seems like she wants to chew me up, I cry and I let go to rest my hands at the back on the counter. Tremors run through me. My panties are so soaked that they are failing their job as a dam.
The opened blockade let Emmoe descend to my stomach. She reminds me of what Liz has made me discover. My skin trembles as my brain processes the touches that tease my sensitive, almost erogenous zone.
A slimy snake penetrates my belly button, then slides down the middle of my abdomen, passing above my womb, before it jumps. My skirt is pushed up, and my panties pushed to the side.
I move, following my instinct, and open myself up while fighting off the breathlessness. I rest my thighs on Emmie's shoulders, as she starts eating me up. The contact between her upper lips and my bottom ones has me react so violently that the bowl I took out before is pushed back until it falls off.
*Crash!*
But neither of us care about the disturbance. Her tongue scouts the way to my clit, and she treats it like a sweet. At the same time, she does something she has never done to me before. She seeks the opening below my urethra, and after making me tremble by blowing air into it, she pushes a finger inside.
I don't even need to look down. I recognize the thicker finger as a thumb, and she pushes it slowly but relentlessly.
"Anh~ Anh~ Anh~"
She only teases me without going all in, as she sucks my clit. I don't know whether to feel happy that girls, as I have been born in this life, have so much nerves for perceiving sensation at the genitals.
The finger seems to be using hunger marketing as it makes the rest of my cave desire it, seek it, but without finding it, leaving me torn between frustration and excitement.
She directs the rhythm of my breathing like I am the orchestra, and her, the…
"ANH~"
My mind goes blank and I come undone from the point on the bottom wall just before my hymen Emmie found.
All my breath leaves my chest, I lose myself in a sensation that resonates with another in my mind, just like every time I reach an orgasm. It is a blend of womanly orgasm and the echoes of another kind of orgasm my instincts push to the surface.
The double blow, like a reminder of my double sensitivity ever since my coma, leaves me deprived of all energy, and all perception of the world.
It takes a while, and I feel Emmie moving. It is her finger moving inside me that brings me back to reality, along with the words she says as she spreads me apart.
"Your hymen is better than mine. It will be easy."