14 comments/ 38315 views/ 0 favorites Emily Does Provincetown By: davidwatts Emily and David return in another story; this episode takes place on the very next day after their "Emily the Demon Barber" shenanigans. While this story was written to be read as a separate piece, if you enjoy it, perhaps you would like to go back and trace the relationship from where it began. First episode: "Emily the Church Lady" Second episode: "Emily Goes Door to Door" Third episode: "Emily the Demon Barber" READER ALERT... the previous episode, "Emily the Demon Barber" was submitted in the Fetish category. This was likely a mistake on the author's part, as it was read by so few people most likely because of the category, even though it was just as well received as the first two by most of those who read it. It was NOT a hardcore story with any disgusting elements in it. It's just two people having fun, and if you liked the first two, please give it a try. While this particular story has been submitted in the Group Sex category, it has a dominant Lesbian theme. It also contains a heaping helping of exhibitionist/voyeur as well. As always, your comments are not only welcomed, but encouraged. It's the continuing support of so many wonderful readers that have helped me continue with this, and I am greatly in your debt for that. **** 1. The morning after. I woke up with a mild headache, a case of trench mouth, and my dick in the process of being fellated. The fellator was my beloved Emily, who had apparently woke up a little before me. When she saw my morning wood waving in the breeze, she had taken that as an invitation to begin running her mouth up and down the crown of my swollen member. Emily being exceptionally petite in every way, including all of her orifices, had become adept at satisfying me orally in a very different way. Having determined that my dick was too fat to allow her tiny mouth to properly do the job, she had devised a method of hand movements to the shaft that, together with the oral antics to the crown, was very satisfying to both of us. I often thought about how lucky she had been in only being intimate with two (apparently) very modestly endowed men before me. If my thick, but not quite six-inch cock was something she considered huge, I shuddered to think about what she would do with a John Holmes model. As I felt my orgasm begin to build up, I gave her my usual indications that the end was near. Not that Emily was going to back off in any way, since she enjoyed the feeling of me erupting in her mouth, but I always considered it the gentlemanly thing to do. "Yummy!" Emily declared after she managed to siphon every drop of semen from my rapidly diminishing instrument. "Sorry, I couldn't resist it, David. It looked so big and yummy sticking up like that. I just love the new look!" Emily announced as she rubbed the smooth area around my cock. "Gee, I almost forget" I said, as the events of yesterday and last night began to come back to me. What had begun with Emily asking me to shave her legs in the afternoon, had ended up with me being tied to the bedposts. From that position, I was teased almost endlessly by Emily in many ways. The finale consisted of Emily doing a masterful job of shaving my entire genital area, from below the navel to my butt crack and everything in between. The encore consisted of Emily continuing the hair removal theme by denuding the hair from under my arms. Just another day with Emily. I staggered to the bathroom after Emily's wonderful wake up call, pausing to look at my bizarre reflection in the motel dresser mirror. What a sight. My furry body now with a big smooth semi-circle around my dick and silky smooth armpits. I thought of the painful time I spent waiting for those very traits to finally appear on my late blooming body while growing up, and had to shake my head in amazement. In the shower, I was having trouble holding on to the soap as it kept flying out of my hands when sliding over these smooth parts. This was going to take some getting used to, but it seemed to make Emily happy, and I had to confess it was one hell of an erotic thing to have done to you. We were to go on a whale watch that morning, and when I went down to the motel's office to grab a couple of coffees, I was pleased to see that it was a much nicer day than yesterday had been. It was foggy, but the sun was beginning to peek through and the temerature was pleasant. By the time I came back to the room, Emily had gotten dressed and was waiting at the door. She was looking good in a blue windbreaker and matching shorts that showed her curvy petite legs off quite nicely. "Here" Emily announced. "I'll trade you a coffee for this." Emily grabbed a coffee and handed me a plastic bag. I opened it up and took out what I think Emily was actually expecting me to wear on the boat. I put the floppy hat on my head and made a face that I figured would reveal my opinion. "C'mon Emily, I look like friggin' Gilligan!" I protested. "You don't expect me to wear this in front of people, do you?" "Why not David?" Emily pouted. "I thought you'd like it better than the Admiral's hat I almost got you instead." "I notice you aren't wearing what I got you" I said, referring two the two skimpy blouses I had gotten her to wear, hoping she would break completely out of her overly modest shell. "Oh, I guess that means if I wore one of those blouses then you would wear the hat?" "Right!" I said. With that, Emily unzipped her windbreaker and opened it up wide. Underneath, Emily was wearing the powder blouse top with the spaghetti shoulder straps. Underneath the blouse was nothing but Emily's petite little treasures, with those strawberry sized aureloas of hers poking out proudly into the soft and rather revealing cotton top. "When the day warms up, I'll take off the windbreaker" Emily said with a grin. "But, if anybody laughs at me, I'll kill you." "Trust me dear" I assured her while huggin her tightly. "There will be drooling and gawking aplenty, but I guarantee a complete lack of chuckles. 2. On the boat. The boat was kind of crowded despite the early time we had chosen, it being a Saturday that promised to be a nice one. I had been on a whale watch with my kids a few years ago, but it was a first for Emily, even though she had spent a lot of time out on the Cape. It turned to be a warm and gorgeous day, and the ocean was really rough for whatever reason, making the big boat sway and dip wildly. We stayed on the top deck, as the stench of people losing their breakfast was overpowering down below. Always take the dramamine, please. We were going to go to lunch when the boat got back to Provincetown, but the people that were running the boat were having trouble finding whales. Since you were guaranteed a whale sighting or your money back, they stayed out there longer than scheduled. We got to see dolphins and sharks aplenty, until finally we came upon a couple of whales and headed back to shore. Emily seemed really concerned about the time, as she kept checking her watch. "Got an appointment?" I asked. "Oh, no, just getting hungry" Emily replied. "Even with the sounds and smells of the vomitorium surrounding us?" I asked, amazed that she could even think of food. The boat got back to shore eventually and we shuffled down the gangplank with the rest of the mob. Emily walked over to a bank of pay phones and set her purse down. She smiled at me and unzipped her windbreaker, tying it around her waist and smiling toward me. "Getting warm out" Emily said, as we walked toward town. She looked so beautiful I was at a loss for words. The blouse was very revealing, and in retrospect I wished I had gotten her something that showed a little less. Her tiny breasts wiggled provocatively under the soft cotton, and the sun made her golden blonde hair seem even more radiant than ever. "You look unbelievable" I finally said. "Is that good or bad?" Emily joked. I gave her a look that expressed my feelings pretty well. Provincetown is known as a place with a large gay population, but there were more than enough admiring looks from plenty of men to probably set Emily's mind at ease. "Ready for lunch?" Emily asked. "I guess, but I'm not really hungry" I answered, following Emily who seemed to have an idea of where she wanted to go. 3. Linner. It was a little after two when Emily found this restaurant she was searching for. I don't know what you eat at that time of day, because it isn't lunch or dinner. Linner? No matter. Emily had to be fed. Our waitress handed us our menus, and I noticed her looking at Emily very... well, probably just my imagination. We had a nice view of the water from our booth, and while we played footsie under the table our waitress came back. "Hello. My name is Kyle and I'll be your server this afternoon. Would you like something to drink?" she said cheerfully. "I'd like a white zinfandel" Emily announced, startling me, as she never drank in the daytime before. "I'll need to see some identification, sorry" the waitress said. This caused me to chuckle, as Emily was probably fifteen years older than the waitress, who was about thirty. Emily stuck her tongue out at me as she burrowed through her purse. I ordered a Sam Adams, or at least tried to, but I don't think the waitress heard me, or even knew I was there. She was busy trying to look down the top of Emily's blouse, and this time I knew it wasn't my imagination. The blouse was barely there anyway, and the sight of this woman gawking down the scoop neck at Emily's goodies was disgusting. I was so appalled that my erection was threatening to rip through my pants and tip over the table. As this interplay was going on I looked over our waitress. She was a tall, solidly built woman, with short spiked black hair. In my mind, I tried to conjure up what Emily and this woman would be like together, typical guy stuff, while the waitress looked over the license. "Oh gee, I'm sorry... I thought you were so much younger" the waitress said with embarassment, blushing much like Emily now was and handing her back her license. "Please forgive me... Emily. I love that name." As the waitress left us, Emily put her wallet back together and looked up at me. I was apparently looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Okay, say it" Emily said. "I look like a kid, and especially in this outfit." "No, not that" I said while I bounced excitedly in the chair. "Did you see the way she was looking at you? God, she was practically undressing you, looking down your blouse." "Really?" Emily said. "Not much to see, and this blouse is no help." "Trust me, she was practically drooling over you" I said. "You watch and see." "You'd like that wouldn't you?" Emily said. I made a growling noise as the waitress returned, apparently remembering that she hadn't gotten my drink order. Emily stood up and asked the waitress where the ladies room was, and as she was given directions, I saw her put her hand on Emily's bare shoulder. I could see the blonde hair on Emily's arm spring up as a result, and when Emily left, the waitress took a long look at the rear view as well. Probably just making sure she was headed the right way, I thought. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your order, sir" Kyle said, the gold name bar on her prominent left boob reminding me of her name. "Sam Adams." "That was so embarrasing" Kyle said. "I hope your lady friend wasn't offended." "No, I'm sure she likes when that happens, deep down inside" I said. "She's so cute. I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I thought she might be your daughter" Kyle said. "Gee no, why would that make me feel like an antique" I said laughing. "I'm used to it by now. After all I am a few months older than her." She left to get our drinks and I tried to rearrange my pants, which had remained very crowded during all this. Emily and the waitress arrived back at the booth at the same time, and when she left with our sandwich orders, I told Emily of my conversation with Kyle. "Kyle said she thought you were my daughter" I said while draining half of my Sam in one swallow, the thirst a result of a hard morning on the sea. "Who's Kyle?" Emily asked. "Our waitress, you dummy" I said. "Getting chummy with the waitress, huh David?" Emily said teasingly. "What else did you guys talk about while I was gone?" "Oh nothing much" I said. "She also said she wanted to rip your clothes off, lick every pore on your body and make love to you all night long." "Is that all?" Emily said, blushing behind her glass of wine. "I think that was it" I said. Our food arrived and we enjoyed another round of drinks with our meal, Emily now fully authorized to legally drink in Massachusetts. Finally, the waitress came back to clear the table and asked us if we wanted anything else. We declined and when she came back with the check, she thanked us. "David here told me that you thought I was his daughter" Emily said to the waitress. "Yeah, that was me alright" Kyle admitted. "He also told me that you said you wanted to rip my clothes off and lick every pore on my bod..." "EMILY!" I shrieked, hiding my head in my hands and turning what must have been a new shade of crimson. "Shit! No no no, I was only kidding!" Emily's foot was rubbing my leg under the table as I looked down in humilation, having gotten the attention of the other diners scattered in the restaurant with my outburst. I wanted to go back out on the boat and join the whales, never to return. Emily was enjoying this quite a bit. "No... I didn't say that" Kyle said while taking my credit card from me, and thankfully not giving me a well deserved smack upside the head. "I was thinking it, but I didn't say it" Kyle said before turning away. My eyes met Emily's, and we giggled nervously. "You can start breathing again David" Emily informed me. "That was really dumb on both of our parts," I noted, "but I can't believe you said that to her. Geez! And did you hear what she said?" "Well, it turned out you were right" Emily said. "So, what do you think? Should we invite her back to our motel tonight so you can watch her molest me?" "By all means" I said, watching Kyle coming back with my check. "The only thing that could top this is to have my credit card be rejected." I signed for the bill, adding a very generous tip for the excitement and shame factor, and rose to my feet, thanking Kyle for putting up with us. "If you aren't busy, why don't you come by our room tonight Kyle?" Emily said, handing the waitress a napkin on which she had apparently written our motel and room number. I stood there numbly as Kyle took the napkin and looked Emily in the eyes. "What time?" "Eight okay with you?" Emily asked. "I'll be there" Kyle responded, and gave Emily's arm a gentle squeeze before walking away. Me? I was in a state of shock. Mouth wide open and staring at Emily in disbelief. "Ready to go David?" Emily said. 4. Kyle at eight. We walked out onto the street and wandered aimlessly. I was numb, still not believing what had just taken place, and was hoping that Emily would be the first to say something. When it seemed like Emily's only comments would be in reference to gulls, I couldn't hold it back any longer. "I can't believe you did that, Emily" I said. "Did what, honey?" Emily asked coyly. "Gave that woman our motel room number, that's what" I explained. "What if she actually shows up there tonight?" "Well, that was the point of giving it to her, David" Emily explained. "Why would we give her our room number if we didn't want her to show up?" "WE... didn't give her anything, Emily. You did. I had nothing to do with it." "Oh come on David, tell me that you don't want to see me with another woman" Emily challenged me. "Tell me that you didn't get excited when I told you about my experiences when we first got together." While it was true that I had gotten very turned on by Emily recalling those incidents, I was definitely NOT turned on by the fact that she had been coerced... almost forced into it by the jerk she had been seeing. This, I told Emily, took all of the fun out of the stories for me. "This time there isn't anyone forcing me" Emily said. "Nobody is making me do it, and you will be there every second. I seem to remember you telling me you didn't think there was anything wrong with it, that it wan't even cheating as far as you were concerned." Me and my big mouth, and Emily with her photographic memory. We had been watching a movie a few weeks ago where a married woman having a fling with another woman, and I had said that I didn't really consider that wrong, certainly not like if it were with a man. "Well, David?" Emily said, or asked. "Hey, if it's something you really want to do, who am I to stand in your way?" I finally said. "Something we really want to do, David" Emily corrected. "If you don't want me to do this, then we'll just go out tonight and not be anywhere near the room." Why was this my call? More interestingly, why was I having trouble saying what I really felt? Why couldn't I just say to Emily, yes, I want to see you and this other woman make love! "She was really cute, wasn't she David?" Emily asked as she linked her arm under mine. "Uh... yeah, I guess so" was my response, as I tried to recall what this Kyle even looked like. My head was spinning so much I was having trouble thinking. Kyle was attractive, that much I remembered. She had jet black hair, cut short and spiked. She was about thirty years old, I had guessed, and she was a healthy looking gal. Not fat, but tall and sturdy looking, almost the polar opposite of my little Emily. "You guess so?" "Yes, she was very attractive" I admitted. "She looked a little like Jennifer Tilly. Exactly what am I supposed to be doing while all this is going on?" "You can watch... or you can join in" Emily said. "Do you mean, me with her and you?" I asked. "Well, it wouldn't be fair for me to do something and not let you do it too" Emily admitted. "Not interested" I said bluntly. "You're all the woman I need." "Okay, but someday if you want to do something with a guy and have me watch, that'll be alright with me, I guess" Emily said. That scenario was not something that was even remotely on my radar, but I nodded in agreement, not wanting to prolong this discussion over this. The more I thought about it, the likelihood of this woman showing up was pretty remote, so there was no point in getting all shook up about it. It was just as much fun for me to just picture the coupling in my mind anyway. 5. Knock knock... who's there? I remember that we were laying on the bed, watching television. I had gone through a six pack by the time 'Cops' had come on, and as the digital clock turned to 8:05 I began to breathe more easily, figuring that the woman was just having fun with us. That was what caused me to practically jump into the air when a loud knock at the door brought me back to reality. Emily lept off the bed and went off toward the bathroom, pausing at the doorway. "Let our guest in, won't you David?" Emily said before closing the door behind her. I walked to the door with shaking knees and a pounding heart, and looked through the peephole, hoping to see a lost pizza delivery guy or something of that nature. Instead, I saw Kyle, and fumbled with the chain on the door to let her in. Kyle stepped back onto the front of the building and motioned me to step outside. I moved through the door, keeping my foot in the doorway to keep from getting locked out. "You don't look so good, are you okay?" Kyle asked. "Ummm... yeah I'm fine. Must be the lighting out here" I suggested. "Whose idea was it to invite me, yours?" Emily Does Provincetown "God no!" I said emphatically. "This was all an Emily production." "So what are you planning to do?" Kyle said. "Jerk off in the corner?" "I guess I'll do whatever Emily wants" I said. "I can leave if you two would rather." "Just seems like a really weird scene to me" Kyle said, moving toward the motel room door. "So long as you don't plan on joining in." "Not me" I assured Kyle, holding the door open for her to come in. I locked the door behind us and watched Kyle walk around the room nervously. "Where's the little lady?" Kyle asked, and nodded when I pointed at the bathroom. Almost as if on cue, the door opened and Emily emerged, looking radiant and sexy as humanly possible. Emily was wearing a flimsy white silky top with nothing underneath. I watched Kyle's eyes light up as Emily approached her and despite my misgivings, when their lips met my cock got stiff instantly. "Glad you could make it, Kyle" Emily said. "You look sensational, Emily" Kyle said. I found some plastic cups and poured wine for all of us, trying to keep my hands from shaking long enough to perform that simple task. I sat in the chair next to the sliding door that led to the swimming pool area, and Kyle and Emily sat on the side of the bed. We conversed for a while, and I began to feel less nervous. Kyle was inching closer to Emily, and had her hand on Emily's thigh as we talked. I was sweating bullets in no time as Kyle's hand lazily slid up and down Emily's leg. "Why don't you close the drapes, honey?" Emily said, and I dutifully pulled them together. "You guys don't have any cameras going here, do you?" Kyle asked. "Cameras... no" I said, cursing myself for not thinking of that. "Get your clothes off, Dave" Kyle said. "Huh?" "Your clothes. Get undressed" Kyle said bluntly. "If you're staying, you're getting undressed. No way I'm getting naked with some guy staring at me. You might as well be wearing a trenchcoat or something." "Em?" I pleaded weakly. I didn't want to get undressed for many reasons. One was my shyness, and another was the fact that I had a raging hard-on. The major factor was my embarrassment over the shaving that Emily had given me the night before. All this apparently meant little, as Emily came over and started undressing me. "I think he's shy about something I did to him last night" Emily said as she pulled my shirt off. Off came my pants and underwear, and there I was, naked as the day I was born. My erection was bobbing in the air, quite noticeable as it was surrounded by an absence of pubic hair. "Oooooh.... a smoothie" Kyle said while letting out a soft whistle. "Yeow! You let him put that thing in you, Emily? Looks like it would split you in two, little girl!" I sat back down in the chair, feeling the warm vinyl against my sweaty butt, and Kyle and Emily stood up. Kyle was about a head taller than Emily, and a surge of fear ran through my body as Kyle took Emily's face in her hands and kissed her with considerable passion. Emily looked so helpless... so vulnerable as she was embraced by Kyle. They were now facing me, with Kyle standing behind Emily, kissing her neck and shoulders. Kyle hands slid up Emily's body with a slowness that was excuriating, until finally her hands found Emily's tiny buds. Kyle squeezed those plump strawberry-shaped aureolas and Emily groaned in response, falling back into Kyle. Emily's arms went up, grabbing the back of Kyle's head as she writhed under the persistent squeezing her breasts were receiving. Kyle looked over Emily's shoulder at me as she reached down and pulled Emily's top off before going back to her swollen aureolas, which looked ready to explode. Kyle's head came around and took Emily's left breast into her mouth as Emily looked over to me and smiled weakly, her eyes glazed over with an expression I had seen many times before. The only difference being the time was that I wasn't the one responsible for causing it. I felt the sweat cascading down my sides in endless streams, and I swore I could hear my heart beating. There was no chance of Emily and her new lover hearing anything because they were concentrating on each other. What did I feel? Aroused and frightened. I could explain the aroused part but the fear was not so easy to figure out. I could feel my cock throbbing in excitement as my sweet Emily was being helped off with her panties, and when Kyle's hand went through the golden blonde wisp of hair between Emily's legs I knew it had to be dripping. With Emily naked, it was time for Kyle to get undressed, and Emily began by unbuttoning her blouse. Kyle was watching me watching Emily pull her top off, with a mixture of amusement and excitement on her face. Kyle was wearing a frilly blue bra that contained a pair of sizeable breasts, a fact that was confirmed when Emily unhooked her clasps in front. Kyle's bosom practically exploded from the confining harness and into Emily's waiting hands, which seemed overmatched by Kyle's massive breasts, with their large crimson aureolas capped with thick peg-like nipples. Kyle's breasts were as big as Emily's head, I thought to myself as Emily's head tipped forward slightly to nuzzle in the deep cleavage, their height differential making bending over unnecessary. Kyle had a couple of tattoos on her back as well as chain tattoos around her biceps. Those were accentuated when she raised her arms in response to Emily's kneading of her breasts. With arms upraised slightly, I snuck a peek under Kyle's arms, and was rewarded with a glimpse of jet black tufts of hair under her arms. While I pondered the fact that out of the three of us, I was the only one without underarm hair, Emily apparently saw what I did. Looking over at me with a mischievious look on her face, Emily leaned over and, after lifting Kyle's arm higher, proceeded to kiss her way over to the thicket of hair. Nuzzling, kissing, biting... everything that I had done to Emily so many times, she was now doing to Kyle, who responded in much the same way that Emily always did, by moaning and rolling her head around on her shoulders. My reaction? I came. Although I was sitting in the chair with my hands clenched on the armrests in death grips and never once touching myself in any way shape or form, I came. I let out a startled gasp as I felt my cock begin to jerk wildly and my semen spurted out. I felt the cum spray on my calves and feet as I was brought to orgasm by the sight of Emily nuzzling away under Kyle's arm and around her breasts. It was one of the most intense and bizarre orgasms I had ever experienced, and had gone unnoticed by either of the women, to my relief. I rubbed my feet around on the rug to try and eliminate the evidence of the copious amount of seed I had deposited there, and rubbed my calves together to spread that mess around. Emily had inched Kyle down onto the bed, and pulled her panties down, exposing a bush that was every bit as thick and full as I had expected. Emily pulled Kyle's legs up over her shoulders and lowered her face into that massive bush, and Kyle's groan left no doubt that Emily had found what she was looking for. Kyle had little heart tattoos on her ankles, which bounced in the air over Emily's back. Although I could no longer see what Emily was doing, I had an unbelievable view of Emily's pert butt cheeks, and the blonde fuzz that almost seemed to be dripping as she went down on Kyle. I felt myself becoming rejuvenated myself, as the sounds of Kyle reaching orgasm by the tongue of Emily echoed in my ears. Emily's head finally emerged from between Kyle's legs, and she looked over at me with a smile and a wet chin and mouth, seeming to look for my approval. I gave a tight lipped smile in response, no knowing how excited I was supposed to be acting. Kyle rotated around and had Emily on her back in an instant, kissing the insides of Emily's calves and thighs, before finally ending up at her pussy. They were lying on the bed in the usual direction now, and I was afforded an excellent view of Kyle's tongue sliding up and down Emily's moist opening, looking up at Emily as she licked away. Kyle's tongue began slowly jabbing inside of Emily, causing her to squirm in response. The probing became more deep... more intense, which caused Emily to begin to thrash around on the bed. I looked Emily, and saw that she was enjoying this a whole lot, and while that made me happy in a way, it also made me confused too, seeing first hand that someone else could give her the same pleasure as I could. I don't know whether Emily could sense what I felt or not; maybe we had become so close over the past few months that we could read each other's thoughts. Whatever the case, Emily threw the arm over the side of the bed. I thought it was just her squirming about, but then I realized that she was reaching out to me, her hand stretching out, her glazed eyes conmfirming my suspicion. I peeled my stuck butt off the vinyl chair and crawled over on the floor next to Emily, taking her sweaty little hand in mine. I held it tight while I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she arched her neck up off the bed. Emily began to howl that familiar cry that I had always enjoyed so much (and was it just my imagination that it wasn't quite as loud... quite as feral as it had been in other times?), and I watched Emily jerk madly on the bed as she came. Kyle didn't let up, and in fact got even more intense, seeming to know that Emily was very capable of having another orgasm right on top of that one. When Emily began to buck around again, with her thighs squeezing Kyle's head as she came and me with a ringside seat for all of this, something crossed my mind. Something that had never occured to me before that moment. 6. Bathroom break I crept back to my chair as Emily and Kyle relaxed in the afterglow of what had been an incredible experience for all of us. After they had cooled down and lay there stroking and rubbing each other's bodies, Kyle excused herself and padded off to the bathroom. Nice round butt and shapely muscular legs, I noted. Very voluputous woman indeed, and even sexier naked than clothed. Emily came over to me in the chair and sat on my lap, crushing my erection as she climbed aboard. "What did you think, David?" Emily asked, kissing me on the forehead. "Did you like watching?" "Of course I did" I assured her. "It looked liked you were having fun." "Sure did" Emily said. "I loved you watching." When Kyle emerged from the bathroom, Emily climbed off me and skipped in herself, after first exchanging a hug and kiss with Kyle as they passed. Kyle climbed onto the bed and pulled a sheet up over herself, to my dismay. "Hope you enjoyed the show" Kyle said as she reached over for the wine. "It was great for me, but as long as Emily enjoyed it that was all I cared about" I said. "Uh... how long have you and Emily known each other, anyway?" I was fishing, that I'll freely admit, but I had gotten the weird feeling that they weren't strangers. Whether it was the way they acted and reacted to each other, or if it was just the fact that I couldn't believe that Emily would just come up to a perfect stranger with a proposition like that, I don't know. Emily had come a long way with her self-esteem and body image problems of the past, but still and all... I thought I caught a flash of something in Kyle's eyes when I asked that question, but if there was, she quickly recovered. "I've known her about eight hours, I guess" Kyle said, and quickly went back to her drink. Emily came out of the bathroom a moment later, and bounced back to the side of the bed. "Kyle tells me that you've known each other for quite a few years" I said, before sipping my drink and looking up at Emily. "KYLE!" Emily yelped, her hands on her hips and looking upset. "You idiot, I didn't say anything!" Kyle yelled back and threw her empty cup into the air before burrowing her face under the sheet. "He tricked you!" Emily looked at me sheepishly as Kyle giggled under the shivering sheet. "That wasn't fair!" Emily said. "I was going to tell you anyway, you know." We all got a laugh out of the whole thing, and after opening up another bottle of wine, I got to hear the story of how they met. It seems that Emily's old manipulative boyfriend had been with Kyle as well at some point. When this 'Rocky' dude had gotten involved with Emily, he had Kyle and Emily put on a show for him. Kyle had been lead to believe that it was Emily's idea, and had felt bad about it when she found out differently. "He was like a friggin' Svengali or something" Kyle muttered in disgust as she recalled those days. "I can't believe the things he got me to do for him and the bullshit I fell for!. Swore me off men forever, that asshole did. No offense David." Kyle and Emily had kept in touch after 'Rocky' flew the coop, and they had maintained their friendship in the years since. A friendship that was obviously a little more intimate than most, that much was clear. "Hope you don't feel like you were being used or anything" Kyle said. "Emily kept calling and writing about this great guy she had met, and wanted me to meet you. I think she did alright for herself this time, judging by the way Emily's acting... and looking. Damn, when you came in the place this afternoon I couldn't believe it, you dressed like that and strutting your stuff." "That's David's idea" Emily said. "It's a great idea" Kyle said. "You look so beautiful... you never looked better!" "I think we all agree she's beautiful, except Emily" I said. "I'm working on that, and I think she's starting to come around. 7. Everyone into the pool We talked until it was about midnight, and having exhausted the alcohol supply, we decided it would be a good idea to take a dip in the pool. The fact that it was closed and that we all had a buzz on apparently mattered little to us, so we all waddled out bare assed into the darkness and stepped into the pool as quietly as we could. We managed to say inconspicuous until Emily decided to start goosing us, and the resulting laughter and noise made a couple of lights go on and sliding doors open in the courtyard. We stood quietly in the darkness until all appeared clear and then we hustled back to the room. We grabbed the little motel towels and dried ourselves as best we could. Kyle kept laughing when she would look over at my genitals and shook her head. "Looks like you got a crop circle down there or something, David" Kyle said. "What brought that on anyway?" "Ask Emily, it was her idea" I told Kyle. "I think it looks so neat, and it makes his pecker look even bigger too!" Emily proudly announced. "See what else I did?" Emily took it upon herself to get me to raise my arms and expose my smooth shaven armpits. "That's funny" Kyle said. "I see you got a little growing under there too Em. That's a new look for you." "That's David's idea!" Emily said. "That's hilarious that you're the only smoothie among us" Kyle said to me. "Oh really, I hadn't actually noticed" I lied as I climbed onto the bed. "You say anything to David yet?" Kyle asked. 8. David's reward Kyle went off to the bathroom and Emily crawled up next to me on the bed. She took my cock in hand and began slowly pulling on it. "What's this all about?" I asked warily. "Well David, you were so good about all this that I think you deserve a reward" Emily said. "We can get to that later, after Kyle leaves" I told her. "I thought maybe your reward could be Kyle" Emily said. This caused me to burst out laughing, and I shook my head in amazement. "You're all the woman I want, or need, Emily." "What about if was for me as much as it was for you?" Emily asked. "What if I told you that I would get as excited as you?" "Don't you think Kyle might have something to say about all this Em?" I suggested. "Besides, I don't want to make love to any woman but you, Emily." "Not make love, David. Something else. Something I really can't do as well as we would like, no matter how hard I try." In a couple of minutes, Kyle emerged from the bathroom, and after an exchange of glances, Kyle climbed up from the foot of the bed, where Emily met her right around my crotch. While I had experienced something like this very early in life, I was too young and dumb to have given it all that much thought, maybe figuring that this sort of thing happened all the time. I looked down and saw Emily's hands grab my limp dick and begin licking around the ridge of the head as Kyle looked on. I began to feel some stirring going on, and I was half hard when Emily passed me over to Kyle. I shivered as Kyle's full red lips engulfed the head of my dick, and I felt her tongue dancing around it, while Emily kneaded my balls. Kyle passed my now stiff cock back to Emily, who gave it a couple of licks before giving it back to Kyle. Emily crawled back up to me and began to kiss me as Kyle went to work on my member. I felt her plunge down a little deeper with every stroke, as Emily played with my nipples. "Like it babe?" Emily asked, and I nodded affirmatively. "Just tell me when you're going to come." Kyle was incredibly adept at cocksucking, and the end was not going to be far off, no matter how much I resisted. Emily was not making things any easier, as she kept nibbling my neck while whispering in my ear the most raunchy stuff I had ever heard come out of her mouth. "How's that feel David, Kyle sucking your cock?" Emily hissed into my ear while pinching my nipple. "Wish I could get my mouth around that fat cock of yours like Kyle can. Ooooh Dave, it looks like she's going right down to your balls. Try not to come David. I love watching this." I tried not to come... tried like crazy, but it was no use. As I felt my orgasm begin to well up inside me, I told Emily that I was going to come. I had thought that was going to be a signal or something to Kyle, but Kyle did nothing but intensify her efforts, driving her mouth up and down the length of my cock even harder. Out of everything that had happened that weekend, in fact out of everything that Emily and I had gone through and experienced with each other, the next moment is what I enjoyed the most. As I looked at Emily with what must have been pleading eyes, as I teetered on the brink for my orgasm to come, Emily looked at me with a look of almost rapture on her face, a little tear trickling down out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. Just before she took my face in her hands and kissed me like she had never kissed me before, just before my cock exploded inside of Kyle's eager mouth, I heard Emily say the three most beautiful words imaginable. "I love you." Well, somebody had to be the first to say it. I was second, but not by much. **** This is the end of "Emily Does Provincetown". I hope you enjoyed it and as always, I appreciate your reading and welcome your comments and feedback.