35 comments/ 367283 views/ 20 favorites Emily Goes Door to Door By: davidwatts Emily was introduced in a story called "Emily the Church Lady", and I am most appreciative of the incredibly enthusiastic response it received. While the author would certainly love it if you chose to read that one as well, this tale does not require you to. In addition, please take note of the category the story was submitted into. The only introduction that is absolutely necessary is that Emily is forty-five years old, seven months younger than David. It's just two ADULTS having fun, and I hope you will too! Of course, no inference should be made by the reader regarding the involvement of any existing group or organization when reading this story, as none exists. **** 1. Anticipation. The note that I found stuck to my outside door was both vague and precise. While I fully realize that statement may not make much sense, frankly neither had my relationship with Emily, at least so far. Sensual, yes. Passionate? Without question. A whole lot of fun? You betcha! The only thing the relationship lacked was deja vu, as I had never met a woman remotely like Emily before. She was one of a kind to be sure, and so far I was having one hell of a time. Since we had found each other, my whole world had changed for the better. I looked forward to each new day, and especially the ones that Emily and I would spend together. That petite little blonde with the aquamarine eyes had certainly thrown me for a loop, and what was even better, she seemed equally crazy about me, too! Back to the note. After thanking me for an incredible wonderful time the previous weekend, she recalled warning me that she wasn't the prude I might have thought she was. Point well taken there. The quiet and reserved church-going lady had been like an animal once she got going. Almost feral, and I mean that in complimentary way, if that's possible. She then told me that if I wanted to have some more fun, some amusement of a different nature, I should follow her instructions, which she listed at the end of the note. First, if I was interested, I should turn my outside light on. I turned it on two hours before she was planning on stopping by. If it appeared I was anxious, appearances were not deceiving, because I was very interested. Second, I was to take a nice relaxing shower, and only wear a bathrobe afterward. That was easy enough too. I took two showers, having taken the first one too early and proceeded to nervously sweat like a buffalo, making another one a necessity. Thirdly, I should open up a bottle of wine, something light was preferred, and wait for the doorbell to ring. I popped open a bottle of white Zinfandel and set it in the refrigerator. The last line of the note said that I should just pretend I was performing in a play, and simply say what I thought was appropriate. Go with the flow! Fair enough, I thought. I was always a frustrated actor anyway, in addition to being a frustrated musician, writer, athlete... you get the picture. It sounded like it was something I could handle. 2. Emily arrives. The doorbell chimed at exactly six o'clock, and I squinted through the peephole before opening the door. Good thing I did too, because I would have burst out laughing at the sight of Emily standing there shivering in the freezing cold dressed as she was. After I composed myself, I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hello Mr. Watts!" Emily said with unbridled enthusiasm. "Would you like to buy some goodies to help our club?" "Oh, hello Emily" I said with about as much seriousness as I could muster. "My, it's far too cold for you to be out there dressed like that! Why don't you come in and get warm?" Emily hopped into my apartment and before I closed the door behind us, I gave a quick look around the outside of the building. No one was in sight, which was a good thing, as this might be a tough one to explain. "So Emily, what brings you out on this crisp winter evening?" I asked her. "You aren't still in that club are you? I thought you had to quit once you turned eighteen." "Oh, I did, Mr. Watts" Emily said with her cheeks still glowing red from the cold. "My cousin is still in it though, and she's sick, so I told her I would go out and try and sell cookies for her." Emily came into the kitchen, and in the light I got to enjoy her in all her glory. The uniform she was wearing still fit, although it strained in a few places. The light beige blouse with the green sash over it, and the short skirt with matching knee-hi socks all looked charming on her. In addition, Emily had put her blonde hair into pigtails for the occassion. Now she didn't look so much like Goldie Hawn but rather Gretel, of Hansel fame. The illusion was absolutely amazing, and if you didn't know any better, it might have been disturbing. I knew better, and I was enjoying the game. "I just got out of the shower, Emily" I said in explaining my condition of undress. "Would you like me to come back later?" Emily offered shyly. "NO!" Uh, I mean no, Emily" I said quickly. "So, what is it you're selling this year, cookies again?" "That's right Mr. Watts!" Emily exclaimed joyfully. "You used to me one of my best customers, so I wanted to make sure I stopped here first." "I'm glad you did Emily" I told her. "I was just about to have a glass of wine. Would you like to join me? After all, you're a woman now!" "Okay Mr. Watts" Emily said. "But just a little bit, because wine makes me act silly." "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" I assured Emily, and then, remembering something that was buried way back in the rear of my cupboard, I produced a couple of old jelly glasses with cartoon characters on them. Emily almost cracked up when she saw what I was pouring the wine in, but managed to keep herself poised and in character, which was no doubt due to her acting background. "Uh-oh, you filled it right to the top of Wilma's head" Emily said as she took the glass from me. "I don't want to get drunk, because I have to sell a lot of cookies tonight." "Oh, I think you will do quite well this evening, Emily" I assured her. "Come with me dear. Join me by the fire and get warm." 3. Getting comfortable. I brought Emily and the wine over to the roaring fire and watched Emily bounce like a schoolgirl in front of the flames. She was a good actress. A really good actress, and she was moving me in many ways. "Oh, the fire feels so nice and warm" Emily said. "Yes, and I could tell right away that you were cold" I noted, my eyes fixed on Emily's right nipple, which was threatening to burst through the fabric of her blouse, making it quite clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Mr. Watts, are you staring at my chest?" Emily said in an accusing voice. "Well Emily, you don't seem to have anything on underneath your blouse" I commented. "It's rather difficult to not look at such an attractive young woman." Emily blushed and put her head down while she pawed idly at the rug with her shiny black shoes. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was kinda naughty of me" Emily said. "I just thought it might help my sales a little." "I'm certain it will my dear" I told Emily. "I think it would help you sell more if you took the sash off, so that customers could get an even better look at you." "Do you mean like this, Mr. Watts?" Emily said as she shrugged the sash off her shoulder. "Yes... oh yes indeed Emily, that's wonderful" I said encouragingly. "My, you are so lovely! I'll bet all the boys are crazy about you." "I don't know about that, but I do have a boyfriend" Emily said. "I'll bet he loves your breasts, doesn't he?" "Yes, he sure does!" Emily said looking up at me with those big eyes sparkling in the light of the flames beside her. "They're really kind of little, though." The drama and buildup was making me start to squirm but I fought back the urge to just yank Emily into the bedroom, instead just allowing her to play this out. "That may be the case Emily, but size doesn't matter much to most experienced men. Besides, I'm quite sure you have beautiful breasts and you have a very lucky boyfriend if he gets to enjoy them" I told her. "What I wouldn't give to get a look at them myself!" "Really?" Emily cooed softly as she finished her glass of wine and held it up for more. "Just up to Barney Rubble's nose this time please" Emily instructed me. "Of course Emily" I told her as I poured a little wine into her glass. "Why, I would certainly buy an extra box of cookies if you were to just give me a peek at them." "You would?" Emily asked with delight. "Absolutely!" I assured her. "Here, finish your drink and give me your glass." Emily finished her wine and I set the bottle and glasses over on the coffee table. Emily kept looking at me nervously while she fumbled with the top button of her blouse. She pretended that her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't do it. "Would you like me to help you, Emily?" I offered, although I confess that at this point I would have been of little assistance myself, as my hands were shaking too. The difference there being that mine were shaking for real. "Ummmm... no I think I can get it" Emily said while biting her lip. "I'm kinda nervous. I've never ever done anything like this before in my whole life. I'm really shy, you know Mr. Watts?" "I understand Emily" I said calmly. "Just take your time and relax, because there's no rush." Emily nodded and slowly began undoing the buttons. Slowly... very slowly... exteremely slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Almost make me want to scream slowly! When Emily at last got to the final button, she tugged the bottom of the blouse out from under her skirt and stood there with her blouse undone but still covering her. "Uh, could I have a little sip of wine please, Mr. Watts?" I ducked over to the table and splashed a little wine in one of the glasses and handed it to Emily, who sipped it methodically while looking impishly over the rim of the glass at me with those heartbreaking doe-like eyes of hers. Emily handed me back the empty glass and pulled the blouse off of her shoulders, quickly cupping her hands over her breasts after shedding the garment. The blonde down on her slender forearms was standing up straight, either from the chill or excitement, and glistened magicially in the dancing glow of the fire. "Oh, you are so beautiful Emily" I said as I tried unsuccessfully to get my heart to resume beating in a reasonable manner. "Now if you can just take your hands away, so I can get a better look... no need to be modest... ah, that's it my dear." Emily's hands inched their way down, finally exposing her breasts. My eyes devoured those tiny buds, with those immense, strawberry-sized nipples jutting out even farther than ever before, almost appearing to be throbbing with excitement. Emily stood there blushing, still blushing and pawing at the carpet, and started to giggle a little bit so I asked her what she was laughing about. "It's your... your bathrobe, Mr. Watts" Emily tittered. I looked down and saw that my raging hard-on had caused my robe to take on the appearance of a tent. "Oh, I'm sorry if I offended you, Emily" I said. "That's okay Mr. Watts" Emily reassured me. "That happens to my boyfriend all the time too, when he... looks at me." "I"m sure it does Emily" I said. "When that happens, what do you do to him?" "Ummm... stuff" Emily said coyly. "Really? What kind of stuff?" I asked. "Was that my mom calling me?" Emily said as she looked toward the door. "No, I don't think so Emily" I told her. "It was just a car backfiring. Besides, you're an adult now, and you don't have to run home like that anymore. Now, you were going to tell me the things you do to help your boyfriend out when he gets excited like this" I said while gesturing to my bulging bathrobe. "I dunno about this" Emily said in a questioning tone. "I do have a lot of cookies to sell." "I would be most generous my dear" I said. "For example, if you were to take off your skirt, I would buy a couple more boxes of cookies." "You would?" Emily squealed. "Oh wow!" Emily reached for the zipper on the side of her little shirt but then stopped abruptly. "Oh-oh. I almost forgot" she said. "I'm not wearing any panties under my skirt." I smiled widely at that prospect. "Oh, that's alright" I said. "In that case, I'll buy another box of cookies and we can pretend that you took them off too!" Emily agreed and unzipped the skirt, tossing it over with the blouse, leaving her naked except for her green knee-hi socks and her shoes. Emily held her hand between her legs, only partially blocking the view of her tiny golden bush. "I can see that you're a natural blonde, Emily." "How do you...? Oh, you can tell by the hair down there, huh?" Emily asked while touching herself down there, her fingertips pulling gently on the fine down. "It's really soft." "Is that so?" I asked. "Could I touch it myself?" Emily thought for a moment before nodding, thus allowing me to run my fingers through the silky growth that grew along the gentle mound of her sex. "Oh my... yes, it's amazingly soft!" I said, enjoying Emily squirm in response to my touch. "Now Emily, if you would care to, you can touch me" I offered. "I'm afraid I'm not nearly that soft, not soft at all I fear." "I dunno if I should" Emily said meekly. "After all, Emily, it's only fair that you help me out like you do your boyfriend, since you are the one responsible for this" I said as I untied my robe and opened it up, exposing myself. Emily recoiled in shock as my erection sprang into view. "What in the world is wrong Emily?" I asked innocently. "Certainly you've seen a man before!" "No! Not...not... not anything like that!" Emily stuttered expertly. "Your thing! It's so big!" "Nonsense, my dear" I said soothingly. "Here, give me your hand and just hold onto it for a minute. There's nothing to be afraid of, and it will make me feel good if you do." With that I reached over and took Emily's hand and pulled it toward me. She resisted with just enough strength so that when her hand finally found my cock, I was half out of my mind from the suspense. Emily's hand slid gently up and down the shaft like she had never seen it before, exploring it like a new toy. "That's it Emily," I said, "that feels very nice, very nice indeed. Can't you feel it throbbing in your hand as you stroke it? Do you do this to your boyfriend?" Emily nodded eagerly and as she did I reached up and began rubbing her breasts. I felt her shudder as my palms found those bulbous nipples. "I want you to do the things to me that you do to your boyfriend" I said. "I can assure you that I will be very appreciative." "Would you Mr. Watts?" Emily asked. "I still have fifteen boxes of cookies left." "Consider them all sold, if you cooperate that is" I said as Emily's eyes fairly danced with excitement. "Now, what was it that you do to your boyfriend?" Emily took my hand and brought me over to my couch, where she took my robe off me and kicked off her shoes. She left her green knee-hi's on, which was a nice touch. Emily directed me to sit down on the edge of the couch, and she then proceeded to put my feet up on the coffee table. It almost looked like I was to be the subject of a gynecological exam. Emily crawled in so that she was kneeling on the rug between my legs. She smiled up at me from behind my throbbing member before reaching down between my legs and grabbing my balls. Emily kneaded and rolled the sac in her tiny hand as I moaned quietly. "Gee, your balls are really big too, Mr. Watts!" Emily exclaimed before leaning forward and taking my left nut into her mouth. I groaned loudly at that moment, arching myself off the couch as Emily sucked passionately away on my balls, going back and forth with equal enthusiasm before at last stopping. "I was going to ask you if you liked that, but I guess that would be a dumb question, right Mr. Watts?" asked Emily, who got a brisk nod in response. "I thought so, because there's some of that sticky stuff leaking out of the tip of your thing. Want me to clean that off for you?" Without waiting for an answer, Emily's tongue began flicking around the opening. That may have cleaned the original mess, but only succeeded in making more ooze out of me. This did not bother Emily in the least, as she continued to tongue right along as I squirmed beneath her affection. "You like it when I lick your thing, don't you Mr. Watts?" Emily guessed correctly. "I would like to do something else too, but I dunno if I can. Let me try." Emily's hands came up to my cock and after she grabbed it, she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth. I watched as Emily held my cock in both hands and let her lips repeatedly run up and down over the sensitive ridge. Emily's head came up off my dick, and she looked up at me while rubbing her jaw and smiling. "Your thing is so fat that it's tough for me to get my mouth around it, see what I mean Mr. Watts?" Emily announced, and with that she opened wide and inhaled it right to her clenched fists halfway down the shaft. After a few more head bobs on my swollen organ, Emily changed her tactics. Emily held me tight and began licking up and down the length of my cock, from the base right up to the tip, where she would flick the resulting emission with her darting tongue. Up and down she went, while my balls got churned in her little paw. Without warning, Emily's hand came off my nuts and slid way down between my legs. I felt her fingers probing around my anus; first rubbing on the outer edge, and then gently slipping the tip of her finger in. Emily's tongue glided down from my cock, and as she took my right nut into her mouth, I felt her slide her finger all the way into my ass. This was not something I had a lot of experience in, but in matter of seconds I found out that Emily knew exactly what she was doing, as that little digit probed away with expert precision. What she did, I don't know, but rising up from my toes came the rush of an orgasm that gave no warning until it was upon me. I arched my spine as high as I could, with Emily's mouth still sucking my balls and her finger wiggling madly inside my butt. I looked down in shock and watched my untouched cock lurching wildly around, spurting jets of seed all over my stomach and chest as a result of that onslaught of affection. It was only until my back eased back down to the sofa did Emily finally realize what had happened, so intensely had she been manipulating me down there. "Mr. Watts!" Emily exclaimed with surprise, grabbing my drooling dick and pulling on it to coax out any seminal stragglers. "You weren't supposed to do that! What can I do with you now?" Emily asked, although I was certain she had an answer to that already. 4. Turnabout, fair play. Emily came and sat on my lap and pouted most magnificently as she idly pulled at the hair on my chest. "I'm sorry Emily dear" I offered. "I wasn't used to such exciting things happening to me." "Gee Mr. Watts, I didn't get a chance to show you the other things I know how to do" Emily said in a sad voice. "You aren't in a hurry to leave just yet then, are you my dear?" I asked. "Although I'm not as young as I used to be, I would be willing to wager that you could get my interest back in no time at all." "Do you think so, Mr. Watts" Emily said hopefully as she raised her hands up to her diminutive breasts and started pinching the swollen nipples, plucking at the puffy auroela with a mischeivious gleam in her eye. "My boyfriend likes to watch me when I play with my titties" Emily said as she squirmed in my lap, and I felt some vague stirrings in my spent member. "Do you like to watch me do this, Mr. Watts?" Emily Goes Door to Door "Yes I do Emily" I confessed. "I've never seen nipples so puffy before. Would you let me taste them, please?" Emily nodded and I leaned down and took the plump strawberry into my mouth, nibbling and licking the rubbery stub, and feeling Emily wiggle in response. Emily leaned back a little and giggled while reaching up and pulling her pigtails back over her shoulders. With her arms raised high, the tiny swells of her breasts then completely disappeared, making those glorious nipples seem even more prominent. Something caught my eye and I did a double take. There, in the center of the shapely hollows under Emily's arms, I saw a few tiny blonde hairs growing. I knew that was not something that was there before, so I reached up and ran the back of my fingers lazily through the wisps of hair. "What's this I see here? This is most unusual, Emily my dear. It seems you've forgotten to shave your underarms lately" I mentioned wryly, while continuing to lightly stroke the soft fuzz. "What? Oh that? No, I didn't forget" Emily said blushing, while looking over at her armpit. "My boyfriend says he thinks girls that don't shave under their arms are sexy, so I thought I would let it grow for a while. What do you think, Mr Watts? I guess I don't have very much hair growing there, do I? I wish there was more. Do you think he'll still like me this way?" "Oh, I'm absolutely certain that he will," I assured Emily, "although frankly you would be irresistable no matter what." I pulled Emily closer and kissed the inside her Emily's arm from the bicep right through her underarm, paying particular attention to the little patch of fur that was so fair and blonde that it was almost invisible. Emily's body lurched into me as I kissed the moist and delicately scented recess, and she began squirming even more vigorously into my lap. Meanwhile, my trusty member was stirring, experiencing a resurrection of sorts. "Mr. Watts, you're making me feel kinda funny" Emily said while starting to breathe a great deal heavier under my oral affections. "I think there's something that I can do to make you feel even better, Emily" I suggested. "I really shouldn't" Emily said, but even while saying that she was reaching down and grabbing my cock, which had now come back to life as a result of this little interplay. "Oh-oh, your thing got big and hard again." "Yes it did," I agreed, "and I know a place that we could put it where it would make us both feel very good." I started reaching down between Emily's legs, but my arm was grabbed just before I reached my target. "Mr. Watts, I can't do that!" Emily said with a huff. "I'm saving myself for Mr. Right!" "Uhhhh... what about Mr. Watts?" I groaned hopefully as Emily's hand relentlessly rotated around my re-energized tool. "Well, I have an idea!" Emily declared, certainly not surprising me in the least. 5. Emily's idea. Emily sprang off my lap and went over to her skirt, pulling something out of the pocket, before bouncing back to me. I sat upright on the couch, feeling my back protest a bit as I got out of the slinky position Emily had put me into. "I don't know what you think about this" Emily said bashfully, her face a charming rose color. "Mr. Watts, did you ever ummm... put your thing....?" "Where, Emily?" I asked while bursting with curiousity. "Did you ever put... I mean, if you wanted to that is" Emily said hemming and hawing away. "If you wanted to, you could put your thing in my... bottom!" she finally blurted out. "Emily! I'm absolutely shocked!" I announced with alarm. "How could you know about such a thing?" "It's a lot of fun, Mr. Watts" Emily said. "I did a very special thing to myself before I came over here. I did something that makes me very clean and fresh down there. Do you want to see?" Well, I certainly did want to see, but Emily gave me no time to respond, and instead simply turned around and bent over, putting her butt right in my face. I took Emily's tiny cheeks in my palms and spread those cute buns wide. I had never spent all that much time in this area of a woman's body, and seeing this up close and very personal was a new experience for me. The puckered pink-tan ring of her anus was an incredibly arousing sight, so much so that I found myself sliding down onto the rug and kneeling before her exposed orifice. I brought my face down close and kissed around the opening, finding it was indeed as fresh as advertised. Minty fresh in fact. So it was that in the next instant I found myself gently tonguing the rim, causing a startled gasp from Emily. While keeping her ass spread with my hands, I pulled her close to me and let my tongue dance around, even dipping briefly into the opening for a completely new experience for me, and given the extraordinary lengths Emily had gone to in preparing herself for this, not unpleasant at all. Her reaction was well worth the effort. "Oooooooohhhh... my god, Mr. Watts!" Emily moaned loudly. "That feels so good!" Emily reached back and handed me a tube of lubricant, with the cap already removed for my convenience. With Emily still bent over and clutching the coffee table, I squeezed out some gel onto my index finger and rubbed it around the hole before slowly spinning my digit into her. Emily rotated her hips and thrust herself around while impaled on my finger, that pert little butt contorting like mad, dancing to a tune only she could hear. "Oh... so good" Emily grunted. "Another. Put another finger in me. More fingers... please." I was stunned at this, and given the petite nature of the woman, wondered how this was going to go. Her pussy had been like a vice, how could this be any different? I extracted my finger and, after lubricating, slid my index and middle fingers into her anus. It was real tight, but not impossible. It must not have been bad for Emily either, as she was doing the hula just inches in front of my face, and panting with desire while my fingers worked around inside her ass. "Your thing... want it in me... bad" Emily groaned. "Are you hard?" I had been so engrossed in my spelunking expedition that thoughts about myself had been momentarily forgotten, but it was duly noted that I was both very erect and very ready. Dear Emily, after seeing that, grabbed the tube of goo and slathered my cock with the stuff. I got put back into a semi-seated position on the couch and watched as Emily climbed astride with her back to me. I held my cock at the base of the shaft and watched as Emily found her rear opening with the head of my cock and eased her way down onto it. Snug as it was, it was no tighter than I had found her pussy, and I felt a little 'pop' as the ridge of my cock head lurched into her warmth. "Aaaaarrrrrghhhh!" Emily moaned as she stayed squatting over me, seemingly impaled on my cock. "Ohhhh... geez... so big!" she ranted madly. All of this was certainly not wasted on me, and I fought to keep control of myself, not wanting this to end nearly this soon. I ran my hands up and down Emily's back; raking my nails up and down her spine, licking and nibbling her neck, squeezing and rubbing those magnificent shoulders and arms of hers, while Emily stayed suspended above me. In a minute, Emily began moving a little bit. Almost imperceptively she began moving up and down, rotating her hips slightly while trying to coax a little more of me into her. I had such an amazing view of this, it seemed like I had never really done this before. The times I had done this previously were with women of fuller proportions. Not being any more than average length penis-wise at best, I had never felt like I was getting the penetration needed to make it pleasurable for the woman. Once I had gotten past the fleshy buttocks, it never seemed like there was enough 'me' in there. Maybe it was true, or perhaps just my own insecurity, I have no idea. This, however, was totally different. Emily's buttocks were impossibly cute and sexy, but very small. Once you were there, you were really there. So as Emily slowly ground herself onto me, I reveled in the glorious warmth that enveloped me. Down... down... down... further and further she went. My pubic hair and the base of my cock was practically foaming with lubricant at this point, so I reached down and spread some on the half of my cock not yet in her. Emily was now making noises that sounded extra-terrestrial. I reached around and ran my hand along her pussy, and worked a finger into the wet opening. Emily then began doing a sort of corkscrewing motion with her hips, almost spiraling down on my cock. I marveled at her limber contortions, and got an incredible sensation seconds later when Emily dropped down onto my crotch with a yelp, my rigid member now in her to the hilt. Emily screamed as I held her tight, feeling her entire body shaking in my arms. My cock was being ravaged inside of her by a savage series of convultions that left me holding on for dear life. I found myself biting into Emily's neck without even realizing, and quite possibly without her even noticing at the time. I managed to avoid coming myself during all this going on, which was quite an accomplishment for me, given my acknowledged weakness when enjoying the sounds of a woman's orgasm. Emily's legs were still shaking when she pulled herself off of me. When she turned around, she had a crazed look on her face as she told me to get up. Emily climbed right up on the couch and bent forward, grabbing onto the back of the sofa. "Fuck me hard Mr. Watts!" Emily ordered in a voice that I couldn't even recognize. "Hard as you can, NOW!" 'Yes ma'am, my pleasure', I thought as I got behind Emily, who was crouched over and waiting impatiently. Finding the target was surely no problem, as there was a little tunnel still wide open as she bent over. I smeared some of the lube from my pubes onto my cock and slid right in once more, with minimal resistance. I began thrusting away, at a rapid pace and with a roughness that I thought might be pushing the limits. Not so to Emily, who began thrusting her butt back into me as I pumped away. "HARDER... HARDER... FUCK ME HARD!!!" Emily screamed at me maniacally, while I hoped that my elderly upstairs neighbor had her TV cranked up loud enough to be missing this. Harder Emily wanted, harder she got. Our bodies were smashing together violently, the slapping sound resonating in my ears far louder than the crackling fire. Emily was soon coming again, and I was holding her up as she did, her sweaty little torso writhing in my grasp as I continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. After a while, I knew I had to come myself, and soon too. When I could wait no more, I pulled Emily close to me and sunk myself in right to the balls while I braced for what was imminent. The wait for the orgasm was excruciatingly fine, and my genitals tingled with the sensation of being on the brink of coming for what seemed like forever. As I teetered on the edge of orgasm, I gradually pulled my cock out of Emily's butt, and then slowly slid all the way back in until I could go no further. I came in a rush. My cock erupted inside of Emily, who wailed like a banshee when I came, either from the feeling of my seed spurting, or the spasms of my cock dancing inside of her. I held her tight and stayed motionless through this, letting the tightness of her around the base of my shaft provide all the inspiration necessary. It felt like I would never stop coming, and even after I'm certain that the fluids had to have stopped flowing, my cock still kept pulsating away. Emily's moans continued as well, until suddenly her legs buckled and she collapsed on the couch, with me trying to avoid killing her as I fell on top of her. Emily was thrashing around for some reason, until she found my cock and began yanking it wildly, apparently thinking I hadn't finished coming. I managed to pry her hands off of it before she pulled it off my body. "It's okay Em... okay... I'm done... done" I said after she finally stopped tugging on me and eased slowly back down into the sofa. Neither of us could summon enough strength to move for the longest time, being totally spent, both physically and emotionally. When Emily looked back over her shoulder at me I had to smile. Gone was the cute look of the cookie salesgirl with the fresh pixie face and the innocent demeanor. Looking back at me now was the face of a ravaged woman who looked like she had just run through a car wash. Still cute, but wasted. I can't imagine what I must have looked like. "Mr. Watts, I think I came" was all she could say, and even our giggles sounded drained. Epilogue. The night was judged incredible by both of us. I awarded Emily the best actress award for her brilliant portrayal of the innocent cookie salesgirl. I gave myself the lifetime achievement award for being able to survive Emily's crazy scenario in one piece. The well-lubricated couch was given a best supporting nomination, as well as a thorough upholstery cleaning by a trained professional who was able to perform the task without comment, and only an occasional raised eyebrow. In Emily's acceptance speech, she vowed that she was only scratching the surface of her acting talents, and I hadn't seen anything yet. I shuddered at that thought, and made a mental note to start taking my vitamins more regularly if I ever expected to keep up with my little prudish church lady. In the end, I ended up having to buy five boxes of cookies. It seemed that Emily had a relative who was actually selling them. I bargained her down from the fifteen boxes I had promised in the heat of the moment by threatening to tell the relative exactly how Emily had managed to peddle so many of them. **** This is the end of "Emily Goes Door to Door". As always, your comments and suggestions are most welcome and encouraged. Thank you to everyone who has been so wonderful in their support of my writing. It makes it very easy to write when you recieve the outpouring of public and private support I have been blessed with here. Finally, thanks to Literotica (Laurel and Manu and everyone else responsible) for being here.