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Emma’s Self-Assigned Summer Studies: The Anatomy of An Old Man
Discovering the pleasure of tease & denial. Learning about prostate.
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
This is part 2 of Evil Emma. You can read part 1 here:
“Damn, Emma! Did you spend the whole day naked?”
My friend Stacey was just back from a replacement shift she had picked up at the local coffee shop. When she left in the early afternoon, her uncle, Fred, was reading me our Summer book assignment–just as an excuse to look at my body, of course! We were on the couch, my naked legs resting on his and the rest of my body exposed except for a tiny piece of clothing in front of my pussy.
“No! Stacey! I went jogging and had dinner at that Vietnamese restaurant we like. I don’t know where your uncle went. He’s not here.”
I was fluffing my makeshift bed on the floor of her bedroom and had already disrobed. Stacey stared at me as if she was trying to decide if she believed me.
“You know… The couch would be more comfortable than the floor. And it’s not like you have anything to hide… Anymore!”
“I was not naked!” I pleaded.
“Uh uh!”
“Sure you don’t mind?” I asked.
She shrugged. “You’re both adults!”
“What? We’re talking about the couch, right?”
“Maybe he’s at the hospital. He was about to have a heart attack looking at your boobs the last time I saw the two of you!”
“Sorry, Stace!”
“Just messing with you! You seemed to enjoy the attention…”
I didn’t know what to say. She was right! Maybe because I grew up alone with my mother. But there was something about the way the old man looked at me–as if I was a precious piece of art.
“Well, he seemed to appreciate my body more than the college boys! Immature college boys!”
“I don’t know!” She smiled at me. “I… Never had… An old man looking at me naked…”
“I wasn’t naked,” I insisted.
Stacey was under her blankets by then. “Good night,” she said.
I stood there for a minute, arguing with myself until my evil side won. I grabbed a pillow and a bedsheet and headed for the couch. I positioned myself to see the back entry door, and I only covered one foot with the sheet. I was wearing the same tiny underwear I had in the morning when Fred caught me almost naked in the living room. I knew it was driving him crazy. I could see it on his face. I was probably the first naked woman he had seen in years. There was no doubt in my mind that he was hoping for that last piece of clothing to go!
I woke up as I heard the back door shut. I barely opened my eyes–just enough for me to see while they still looked closed. Fred walked toward his room and then abruptly stopped when he noticed me on the couch. I almost let a giggle out!
He stared. Immobile. I had that same feeling I experienced in the morning. I swear I could feel his eyes caressing my bare skin. It was a warm caress.
He moved closer, looking at my crotch and squinting. He was checking if I was fully naked! The disappointment on his face was thrilling to me. He stayed there for a while. I could feel his eyes wandering from my toes to my tits and back.
“Hi!” I said, fully opening my eyes.
He quickly looked away. I stood up before he had a chance to run to hide in his room.
“What’s up? I didn’t mind you looking. I was watching you watching me.”
He stopped, his mouth dropping wide open. I grabbed his left hand.
“It’s OK! Glad to be of service!” I giggled. “No harm!”
He looked down, clearly uncomfortable, but his willpower didn’t get him far. His eyes settled on my bare chest.
“You fancy my tan lines, don’t you?”
I was having so much fun talking about my nude female body in such a casual fashion, making him uncomfortable.
“Time for bed,” he said, freeing his hand from my hold.
I sat on the couch and waited. Once I saw that the lights were turned off in his room, I waited about 10 minutes and then walked in. He looked at me in a stupor, his lips moving as if he was trying to speak, but no words came out.
I pulled on his bedsheet to uncover his body. He went to bed in his birthday suit, and that realization made me happy. I had the upper hand! He was nude in front of me, while he never got to see me totally naked. It was such a mighty thrill. I threw my body on the mattress next to his.
“You don’t mind, do you? The couch is bad! And you have lots of room in here!”
I put my hand on his chest, caressing his white fur with my fingers. I placed my leg over his and pushed it up until my knee was touching his ball. I rested my head on his shoulder.
“Thank you!” I added.
“Emma,” he said. “It’s… This is… I can’t… It’s not appropriate!”
I raised my head and locked eyes with him.
“Why?” I asked. “I’m an adult! And we’re not even having sex!”
“Emma, come on! You are… I am… You know…”
I let my hands go down on his belly until I found a stiff rod. His cock was straight up!
“You like it! Men can’t lie about that,” I said while caressing his penis.
“Emma!”
“Fred! You know, a gentleman would take the couch,” I added while more actively caressing his hard cock. Needless to say that he stayed! I got up on my knees at about his waist level.
“How does that work, anyways?” I asked.
“What?” he replied, having difficulty not moaning at the same time.
“An old cock. Don’t you… Like… Don’t get hard? Viagra?” I casually asked while going around his penis head with my fingernails.
“Later. Ya. I’m not that old. Or it depends on people. Not all the same.”
I stopped caressing his shaft and moved my hand onto his balls.
“Saggy balls, though!” I commented while cupping them with my hand. “Why do they drop like that? Hanging down.”
“Same reason your boobs fall. I mean not yours,” he said, looking at my breasts, “but you know what I mean!”
“No! Tell me!” I asked, squeezing his balls. “How are my tits?”
“Emma!” he objected. I squeezed his balls a bit more. “OK!” he quickly added. “Most beautiful melons I’ve ever seen!”
Precum was flowing out of his penis.
“You’d like to touch them? Kiss them?” I moved my face very close to his as if I was about to kiss him. “Well, you never will!” I added with an evil laugh while moving away from his face. I felt his cock pulsating. That denial had gotten him more excited. That was inspiring to me! There he was, a big man at least double my size, but at my mercy!
“Let me know when to stop so you don’t ejaculate. No sex!”
His cock pulsated more than ever as he moaned louder. It appeared that telling him what he couldn’t have was like putting fuel on a fire.
“I don’t ejaculate,” he said. “No prostate.”
“What?!” I stopped everything I was doing. “What are you talking about?”
“Cancer. They removed my prostate,” he clarified while trusting his crotch up, trying to reach my hand with his cock. I moved my hand closer but without ever touching his dick. He moaned more than ever. I enjoyed watching his eyes beg me.
“So,” I replied, “if I were to give you a prostate massage… What?”
He continued to thrust his crotch up while I was keeping my hand a touch out of reach–truly enjoying my newfound powers. I had only given a prostate massage to one of my college boyfriends. He had asked for it. So, I wasn’t an expert, but I remembered that walnut-sized rounded lump. My fingers weren’t long enough to reach the spot, so I had to insert part of my hand.
“Turn around,” I requested. “On your belly.”
He did. At that point, he was so excited, I bet he would have done anything I had asked! I slapped one of his ass cheeks. “Nice ass!” Then, I pushed his two cheeks apart and placed my thumb on his anus to start opening it up. He jerked away.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed.
“What? I want to see it! I mean… Feel!” I chuckled.
“Only my doc goes in there!”
“Not for the same reason! She…”
“He,” he interrupted.
“He? So, you never had a woman in your ass? It’s time! Come on! Maybe I’ll let you play with my boobs later.”
He stared at my naked breasts again. The girls seemed to be his favorite part of my body. Men! I gestured for him to get back in position. He reluctantly did.
“On all fours,” I ordered.
He obeyed. His cock had lost some of its stiffness and was dangling between his legs. I pushed my thumb inside his anus and massaged around to relax the opening. Then I removed my thumb and shoved my entire hand inside. He jerked. I grabbed his dangling cock with my other hand and pulled hard on it. He stopped moving.
Later in my life, I found out it was called doing the “rusty trombone” although that usually comes with the mouth, not the hand. But… No way! I ain’t gonna please him that much!
I explored around with my hand. Sure enough, I couldn’t find the walnut! But I took my time. He really didn’t seem to appreciate the position he was in, yet his penis was stiffening while I was milking it.
I looked at that male body on all fours simply because I had requested it. The old man was fit. And big. His biceps were bigger than my legs! And yet, he was at my mercy. It was such a kick.
“See? You like it,” I pointed out. “Maybe a bit too much,” I added while giving a strong pull on his dick and pulling my hand out of his ass.
He flipped around on his back, cock pointing straight up.
“Emma!”
“Yes?” I asked innocently.
“I want you!”
“No, no, no! No sex!” I insisted while pushing his hands away. “In fact… Time for you to go to the couch!” I added while slapping his hard cock, making it spring back. “Let’s go! Or I’ll tell Stacey your forced me to explore your ass…”
He stood up with fear dripping out of his face, and his cock still hard and pointing at me. I lay on my back and caressed my breasts with my left hand while sliding my right hand inside my tiny underwear.
“Good night,” I said, groaning. I watched him walk out of his own room simply because I asked, with his hard cock bobbing in front of him. I kept caressing myself, and I made sure to be very loud when one of the best orgasms of my young life took over my body.
“You’re on the couch!” I heard Stacey say as I woke up.
“I’m a gentleman,” Fred replied.
I walked out of the room, wearing just the bottom part of a string bikini I was bringing on vacation. Stacey and I had a flight to catch at the end of the day.
“Jeez, Emma!” Stacey exclaimed. “Becoming a nudist?”
“I’m not nude! And what did you pack? You know beaches are topless in Guadeloupe, right?” I noticed Fred staring at my naked orbs again. It seemed like it was his favorite activity when I was around. “I need to get rid of these tan lines,” I added while brushing my boobs as if taking sand off of them.
She looked at her uncle and then rolled her eyes at me. Fred was sitting on the couch with a thin white bedsheet failing at hiding his stiffening cock.
“Too bad your uncle can’t come!” I smirked while locking my eyes with Fred. “How did you guys sleep? I slept sooooo well after… You know…” I winked at Fred while sitting right next to him on the couch.
“Is your uncle preparing coffee?” I asked, putting my hand on his leg, which pushed the bedsheet down and revealed even more the bulge of a hard cock hiding underneath.
“I’m going to the coffee shop,” Stacey announced while walking out. She didn’t ask if she could bring anything back for us!
As soon as the door shut behind her, I pulled on the bedsheet to expose Fred’s erection.
“I. Need. Coffee,” I said.
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