Emma’s third lesson, Series

Emma’s Sexual Research Project

Emma studies sex education in the library

Chapter 3 in Emma’s College Sexual education

Emma entered the library with her bottom lip between her teeth. The sign said closed at 9, but the door was open.

Two days after the lesson in his office, Professor Brett caught her after class and handed her a note.

Meet me in the library at 9. Wear that skirt, no panties. — B

Her pussy was already wet. Emma didn’t dare masturbate again. She touched herself so often she feared she may injure herself. But she had a lifetime of celibacy to atone for. Brett would know how much was dangerous.

He looked impatient as he greeted her with a smile, kissing her cheek.

“Are we allowed in here?” she hissed.

“I bribed the librarian.” He grinned, grabbing Emma’s hand. “I have some research for you. To further your education.”

“Oh, good can I ask you a question?”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He pulled out a chair at a back table piled with books.

“How much masturbation is too much? Can I injure myself?” She sat in the chair.

“Are you sore? Or itchy?”

“No. Just… horny. A lot.”

Brett’s hands massaged her shoulders, then chest. “Just use a lube if your body doesn’t make any natural wetness. That’s the only problem.”

“Lube? Being wet isn’t a problem.”

“You can buy products designed to mimic a woman’s natural lubrication. Are you wet now?”

“Yes.”

“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

“What we did in your office. And when my roommate and I…”

He reached over Emma and opened a book, placing it before her. “Start reading here.” She leaned forward, eyes on the page. “Outloud Emma.”

She cleared her throat and glanced at the page. His hands on her chest, massaging distracted her from her nerves as she read out loud about male anatomy.

When she turned the page to the female side, he stopped her. “Hold on, sit on the table and lift your skirt.”

She sat exposed to him and anyone who might walk in the back of the library. He turned the book and read the words, his fingers moving over her damp flesh. “Labia majora, labia minora, clitoral hood, and you know this part very well. Your clitoris.” He wiggled his finger against the nerves, making her relax and moan.

Brett pushed his fingers into her body. “The vagina is a long canal. And if I can find it, there’s a spot inside here called your g-spot that feels good to rub. It might feel a bit…”

Emma shivered. “Like I have to pee.”

“Yes. And deep inside is your cervix, which leads to your uterus. You can read about that later. I have literary works to read.”

He had her read from Memoirs Of Fanny Hill and Story of O. And a modern book by an author Emma didn’t recognize, but the story described an innocent young woman spanked, which she found erotic.

Emma filed the act away in things to research then she turned back to the next passage.

As she read, he knelt before her, nuzzling between her legs. His tongue licked her apart. To stop herself from melting she recited the names she learned from the textbook as he touched them. Labia and hood, and her clit, on repeat.

Her efforts were futile. Her body became limp, and she laid back, thighs quivering. His tongue darted and lapped, his lips massaged and sucked. And she couldn’t contain her bliss. She screamed, echoing through the books.

“Oh shit.” She stared at the ceiling, wondering if anyone else had done something like this in the library, maybe on this table.

“Good thing we are alone. You aren’t stealthy.”

“It’s all so overwhelming.”

“I know. You’ll get used to all the sensations in time. It’s all practice. Have you found any other study partners?”

Emma shook her head. “I’m still so… I wouldn’t know what to do with someone else. With you, you can teach me.”

His eyes roamed her body. “Let’s do a pop quiz. I’ll remove my pants and you name the parts of my penis.”

She sat up and watched him drop his clothes to the floor. He stroked his erection, and she licked her lips. Jumping off the table, she dropped to her knees before him. Her hands caressed him as she named the parts.

“Lick the head, Emma.”

She swirled her tongue in the opening, salt greeting her.

“Good girl. Open wide and put as much as you can in.” She let him slide along her tongue. “close your lips and pretend I am your favorite lollipop.”

She applied suction.

“You’re a fast learner, Emma. Slide your mouth along, back and forth.” She rocked on her knees, working his steel length. “I have another lesson for you.”

She glanced at him, waiting to hear it, as her tongue swirled the tip of his cock again.

Brett wound his fingers into her hair. “I’m going to come in your mouth. And all the semen that comes out of my body, you are going to swallow.”

She nodded as he thrust into her mouth. From reading she understood the male body produced a fluid that could get a woman pregnant if it went into her vagina. A thrill from a new pleasure shook her as she watched her handsome prof fuck her mouth.

His face grew tighter and tighter. Until he held her, and his body jerked, thick liquid spurting onto her tongue. The goo was salty and bitter, but she wanted to please her teacher so she used her tongue to force it down.

He pulled out and a string of saliva and his fluid tied them together. He grabbed her shirt and wiped her face clean, leaving a damp spot.

“You are quite the little slut, Emma.” He didn’t replace his pants as he gazed at her.

Her mother’s friends whispered the word slut. Directed at women in the Church they disliked. Perhaps these other women were enjoying bodily pleasure and her mother and friends were not. Mother certainly hadn’t wanted Emma to know sex felt good. If women knew, they’d want it before marriage.

No, it wasn’t mothers who hid it from daughters. It was men, father’s and priests who hid the pleasure to keep young women under control.

“Are you enjoying your college education?” Brett grinned and Emma returned the expression.

“Very much. So much to learn.” She glanced down at her bare thighs, her pussy still buzzing. “Is that all for our lesson?”

“Do you want me to fuck you again, Emma?”

She nodded, raising to her feet. “Please. I enjoy being licked, but there’s something about having something inside me. I love the sensation.”

He dug in his pants pocket, still on the floor. When he popped up, he held a square foil packet. She watched as he opened it carefully and rolled it over his cock. She licked her lips in anticipation. As he turned her to face the table, he muttered, “I gotta get you somewhere with a bed so I can see your face while I fuck you.”

“I’d like to learn that.”

“So many things to teach you precious. Put your hands on the table.”

Emma braced herself, looking over her shoulder as he shuffled closer. His dick probed between her legs, then slid into her, filling her, stretching her once more.

“God, you are so fucking tight and slick.”

He pumped into her, short powerful thrusts, his thighs slapping against her ass. Harder and harder, the table bumping the wall as they pushed and pulled. She grunted, squeezing tighter and tighter as he drove into her.

The thread of arousal loosened, spiralling out of control through her body as she wailed. Brett grunted behind her, shoving into her a few last times then dropping against her, panting.

“Miss Emma, you received an A plus on your research project.”

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