Emma’s 5th lesson, Series
Emma’s First Date, Part I
Brett pushes Emma’s limits
Emma changed three times before deciding on her usual skirt and blouse. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and slipped her panties off and tucked them in her bag.
Lizzy and her date, the same guy she watched fuck the previous night, were on the sofa watching a movie. “Are you joining us for a threesome this time?” He asked.
Lizzy slapped his arm. “I told you, she has a private tutoring session.”
“Oh, right, the professor dude, she’s banging.”
Lizzy slapped him again. “That was just between us, damn it, Jake.”
He shrugged. Emma mumbled, “see you later.”
“Tomorrow morning when you come back in here in the same clothes,” Lizzy laughed. “What’s tonight’s lesson?”
“I dunno.”
“Study hard. If it doesn’t work out, Jake and I will teach you a thing or two.” Lizzy giggled.
Emma shook her head, annoyed the sex talk still embarrassed her. She hadn’t erased her inhibitions completely. In her car, she turned up the radio, blasting her ears with the forbidden music full of sexual, alcohol, and drug references.
She parked in Brett’s driveway with sticky thighs. The evening air brushed under her skirt, cooling her skin.
He opened the door before she knocked. She smiled, knowing he watched for her arrival.
Once the door closed, he pulled her against him, his hands sliding under her skirt, cupping her bare ass while he kissed her.
“Checking to see if you were feeling naughty or innocent tonight?”
“I’ve never drank alcohol. Or been high.” The confession blurted out of her mouth. She hid her blush in his shoulder.
“Do you want to? I have a couple of bottles of wine in the cupboard? And a bag of…” his fingers massaged her scalp.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“I’ll pour a couple glasses of wine to go with our pizza. And see what you feel like. And I know I am a man of science, but tonight we are going to do media studies.”
“I never know what you mean sometimes.” Emma lifted her gaze to his.
“Never or sometimes?” He teased, tapping her nose. “Have you watched any pornography?”
Her eyes widened. “No. It’s not… allowed. Forbidden.”
A smile crosses Brett’s face, lighting his eyes, and making her belly swoon from his handsome look. “That’s the point. Everything we have done has been forbidden. As your professor, I shouldn’t touch you, but I want to show you the entire world you were sheltered from. I’d be a terrible teacher if I didn’t lead through your exploration.” He used a hand on her to chin to nudge her mouth up so he could kiss her, his tongue melting her reservations.
“Yes, I am eager to learn everything. I came to college for knowledge.” She’d had no idea how much hands on experience she’d find.
He set her before the television with a remote to start the movie in her hand. Brett disappeared into the kitchen for the food and wine, leaving her to contemplate if she dared press play. She hit the triangle, moving the screen from the studio logo to a man behind a desk. As the angle widened, a young woman in a short skirt and pigtails sat across from him. “Mr. Johnson,” she whined. “I have to pass my exam.”
A few moments later they agreed to an extra credit assignment, and she flashed her bare pussy at him. Then the “student” dropped to her knees and the “teacher’s” pants dropped.
Brett returned and set two plates with pizza, then two wine glasses filled with pale yellow liquid, on the table in front of them before sitting beside her.
Her scene with Brett in the library flashed through Emma’s mind. She twisted to him, finding him staring at her. “Is… he’s… his… dick is so big.” She waved her hands at the screen.
Brett grinned, moving closer, rubbing her leg. “He is. It’s a fantasy. What do you think about how she shaved her pubic hair off?”
Emma shrugged. “I don’t know. Why do they do it?”
“It gives the little girl look. Youth. Guys, men like it.”
“Do you?” She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.
“I don’t care. Whatever the woman I am fucking likes, I’ll go with it.”
“Okay.”
He squeezed her leg. “What are you thinking, Emma?”
“Wondering what it feels like.”
“You could always try.”
She nodded. “Seems dangerous. Sharp blade that is close to something so sensitive.”
“There are places that will wax the hair off. Which seems rather painful but popular.”
Lizzy probably knew more, she couldn’t ask her teacher. Emma thought about the slide of Brett’s hand on her bare pussy, the throb of his cock as he fucked her. Maybe…
The scene on his TV moved forward, so the student was lying on the desk, and the teacher licked her pussy while she moaned and writhed.
Emma’s pussy dripped, and she pressed her legs together, seeking stimulation again. A childish habit, she could rub her pussy, she could ask for Brett to perform oral sex. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his erection behind the fly of his jeans. “Our pizza is getting cold.”
She massaged him through the denim. “Yeah.” Her eyes darted to the food, then her lover. She only had an appetite for one.
“We can reheat it.” His hand moved under her skirt, pushing her sticky thighs apart until his fingers found her clit.
On screen the couple were fucking, the girl laying over the desk with her leg up so the camera could center on the man’s dick moving in and out of her. Occasionally the camera caught her face, contorted in pleasure, her breathy moans echoing in the fake classroom.
The scene ended and Brett grabbed the remote and switched to a girl on her hands and knees being spanked. Instead of crying out in pain, the woman was moaning and asking for more. Brett stood and pulled something from his pocket. He twisted the end and the silver egg vibrated to life.
Emma straightened. A sex toy. Lizzy showed her the ones she owned, but nothing like this. He pressed the smooth egg between her legs, nestling it against her pussy and pleasure shot through Emma’s body stronger than anything she’d felt. “I’m gonna come.” She squirmed, trying to escape the stimulation.
“Then come sweetheart.” On screen, the spanking stopped, and the man was thrusting his cock into the girl’s mouth as she gagged with each movement he made.
Emma closed her eyes as the first orgasm of the night overwhelmed her. The vibration on her pussy and the scenes she’d watched, the scenes she replayed in her mind, shook her from deep inside, gripping her with a strength that threatened to smother her.
She gasped, arms flailing as she twisted, wanting a refuge from the vibration but also wanting more. Brett grabbed her pulling her legs over his lap holding her upper body. His presence calmed her, even as the stimulation rolled through her, dragging out the climax to end all climaxes. Her body eventually slowed, but the toy continued its torment.
Brett changed the scene again to two women licking each other’s bare pussies.
“Can you handle more?” he asked when her eyes opened.
Emma nodded. “I think so. I thought I was gonna die, but it felt so good.”
“You looked hot. I want to see more.”
She nodded. “More then. About the spanking, though. Do people like that?”
“Oh yes, there are many people who find pain erotic. What do you think?”
“I don’t think that’s me.”
“You never know until you try, Emma.” He tipped her head toward him and kissed her. “Scientific experiments means you try everything you can think of and see what works.”
“I want to be a good student.” She smiled as she kissed him, sinking into the vibration between her legs as the stimulation overtook her senses. Shaking from within, she held onto him, legs spasming as if shocked by the tiny buzz between her legs.
When the eruption ended, she blinked her eyes open, focusing on him in the hazy bliss.
“Oh.” Brett kissed her forehead, removing the vibrator and lifting her in his arms, carrying her through his house and dropping her on his bed. He ripped her skirt off her legs, his face in a grimace, as he shoved his jeans down, kicking them off, then his boxers. His erection bobbed between them, and Emma smiled, licking her lips, watching the drip of salty pre-cum glistening on the head.
Brett flipped her over onto her belly, then pressed the vibrator to her clit again, allowing her body and the mattress to keep the toy pressed against her. She heard the familiar crinkle of the condom wrapper as he covered himself. His weight on the bed shifted her into the vibrator, and her body squeezed a light shiver. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, balancing on his arms braced either side of her head.
She stared at his arm on her left side as he grunted and groaned, pounding her overworked pussy. The force of his thrusts and the pulse of the vibe sent her into overdrive, her third, fourth orgasm crashing into her. “Oh god, jesus. Fuck. Oh, no.” Her body shimmered, clamping around him, milking him of ecstasy. He joined her in the celebratory blasphemy.
He collapsed on her, and the vibrator continued its hum against her body. Emma couldn’t take any more. She burst into tears.
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