"Don't ever try that again," Emily hissed. "Never never take what belongs to Mommy. Now you just sit there and behave, and I'll let you watch."
Calvin made no more demands at the moment. He seemed thoroughly satisfied with the beating he'd taken. "Yes, Mommy," he said meekly. He watched with glimmering excited eyes as Emily crawled onto the bed.
Cindy watched the powerful leather-clad woman crawling towards her, and she felt cold tenor gripping her. Was Emily going to hurt her? What did she want? The cold-faced redhead crawled right up till she was kneeling between Cindy's outstretched legs, and then she suddenly unzipped the front of her jumpsuit.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her massive tits came tumbling out. They were much bigger than Cindy's, great long flapping melons with big brown nipples. Emily thrust them forward practically into the girl's face.
"Touch them," she said hoarsely. "Play with them."
Cindy felt a wave of nausea. This was one perversion she had heard about, girls making it with other girls, and she hated the very thought. Her common sense prevailed, however, and she told herself that touching Emily's tits was far far better than going back to live with Pop. She choked back a sob and reached out to touch the older woman's enormous pale knockers.
"Yes, touch them," Emily sighed. Her eyes fluttered as she felt Cindy's warm little hands caressing her huge long jugs.
Cindy found them not unpleasant to touch. The skin was silky soft and warm, the texture doughy and resilient. Mechanically she rubbed and pressed and, gently squeezed the cushiony flesh. It was like kneading bread. As long as she concentrated just on tits, not on Emily, it wasn't too bad. She despised Emily Trout, but she could see how a girl might enjoy playing with another girl's tits if she liked her.
Emily crouched there for a while, her eyes closed, her stem face flushing with excitement as Cindy played with her long dangling boobs. Cindy noticed that Calvin was crawling closer to watch. He was careful not to touch Emily or let her know of his presence. When he'd gotten as close as he safely could, he sat down, focused on the action, and reached inside his diaper to fiddle with his cock. Cindy was completely disgusted.
"That's enough," Emily said, jerking her heavy tits out of Cindy's hands. "Lie back. Spread your legs as wide as you can."
Cindy obeyed, relieved not to have to touch her any more. She stared at the ceiling, and then she felt Emily's crisp hair tickling her tender inner thighs. She looked down and saw that the older woman was dipping her head between her legs, just as Tom had done to her last night in the motel room. When Tom ate her pussy, it had been a far-out experience, but with Emily…? Cindy shuddered.
Emily deftly separated the golden-furred lips of Cindy's cunt and exposed her little red pointed clit. She jammed her mouth down on the tiny slick bud and began to suck it ravenously.
"Eeee!" shrieked Cindy.
She practically shot off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and so stunning. Miss Emily Trout might be a weirdo, but she sure as hell knew how to eat pussy. Her dry lips sucked swiftly, steadily on the slick little clit-stalk, and her pointed wet tongue tickled the very tip of Cindy's tiny joy-button. It was an expert performance, and Cindy felt burning pleasure streaking through her whole body. She was a little ashamed of getting turned on like that, from another woman eating her cunt, but she couldn't help it. She whimpered and let her legs fall wider apart.
"Mmmmmm," mumbled Emily.
She seemed to love eating pussy. When she'd sucked Cindy's clit into taut erection, she suddenly left it and jammed her thick, rough tongue right up the girl's slick, narrow cunt-hole. Again Cindy shrieked with fierce sudden pleasure, and this time her twat creamed uncontrollably, her musky cunt-juice swirling around Emily's thick probing tongue. Emily gurgled hungrily and lapped up every bit of the sticky pussy-cream.
"Ooooohh!" wailed Cindy.
She was shameless now, didn't care if Miss Trout was a bull-dyke – she just wanted to come around that expert, thick cunt-stuffing tongue. But there was a bit of the sadist in Emily, more than a bit. She cunt-lapped the squealing girl right to the verge of orgasm – then abruptly withdrew, popping her tongue out of Cindy's creamy little twat with a loud plop.
As if nothing unusual had happened, Emily turned to her brother and said coolly, "Calvin, you've been a good boy. You've sat still and been very quiet. You may have one more wish."
Calvin blushed a little but said eagerly, "I want that girl to suck my pee-pee." He tittered like a naughty pre-schooler.
Cindy waited for the whip to descend, but instead Emily vacated her place between Cindy's legs and gave way to Calvin, who eagerly crawled into position. He leered at Cindy and winked.