6 comments/ 65870 views/ 19 favorites Emmaline Ch. 01 By: gapster7 I've been asked to write sequels to several of my other stories, but most of them are written as single ideas. I decided to create a story line that I can keep going for 5 or 6 chapters, or longer, depending. This is the first chapter, setting the table for future chapters to come. I love hearing from readers and other writers and respond to all emails. Please don't forget to vote - and thanks for reading. *********************** I always wake up the same way: open one eye, then the other. The first eye tells me, yes, I am still alive. The second eye orients me as to where I am. Usually, that's my bed at home. This morning, on opening my second eye, I realized I was not in my bed, but in a strange environment. Bright sunlight on pale green walls and the scent of lavender accosted my senses. Then a wave of realization washed over me and caused my mouth to curl into a smile. I was in Emma's bed. I turned to see if she was there and saw the covers thrown back in her absence. I took a deep breath and could barely detect her scent. My ears picked up sounds from down the hall and I could swear I heard the sound of sizzling bacon. I smiled again and turned over to relish the morning, thoughts of the previous evening echoing in my head and bringing me into a new day. I am a 48 year-old English professor at a major state university in Southern New England. My specialty is modern contemporary fiction and I teach several undergrad courses and one graduate level seminar. I've been divorced for seven years, and have been in no hurry to reconnect on a marital level. My work keeps me so busy, and contributed to my divorce in the first place, and I have a few friends with benefits who ease the pain of occasionally lacking a steady female counterpart in my life. I had made it a policy over the years to avoid fraternizing with my female students. I had seen several of my colleagues suffer embarrassment and worse from illegal student interactions, and I had been able to resist the normal temptations of the freewheeling university atmosphere. That was until I met Emmaline, or Emma, as she liked to be called. I have had my will tested over my years at the university. I'm a relatively handsome, sensitive fellow, keep myself in shape with diet and exercise, and have never had a problem attracting members of the opposite sex. I'm 6'1" and a tight 175 pounds with long wavy brown hair that I let run a little long over the ears and collar. A few flecks of gray and rimless glasses do give away my approaching dotage, but I feel like a million bucks and stay young from my constant contact and interaction with college age kids. Working on a college campus will do that. While I've always regarded most of the female students with a bemused eye, it has been rare that one has gotten under my skin. But every once in awhile the right combination of looks, allure and intelligence will be sitting in my classroom, and I find myself fighting the urge to connect. Emma was a senior English major taking my second semester Modern American Lit seminar. I had noticed her the first day she walked into my classroom; she was hard to miss; and I had found myself struggling to maintain an even keel and equal eye contact with the other students in the room. She was a stunner. She stood about 5'6" tall, had a wonderfully slender, but curvy, body that looked like it had been sculpted by a very kind God. She had long lithe legs that culminated in one of the finest asses I had ever laid my eyes on. Her breasts, while not very evident under the necessary layers of the early second semester weather, were quite full and very well proportioned to her body. Her face was a study in innocence and beauty, with full saucy lips, dark, alluring brown eyes, and high regal cheekbones. Her hair was fine, lustrous, medium brown and cut to just below her shoulder. She could wear it loose and flowing, or tie it up casually with everything from a hair clip to a ballpoint pen. She liked to wear tight jeans and sandals or shoes that had a little lift to the heel. She was a stunningly beautiful young woman, yet appeared to be completely unaffected by her good looks. It was her skin, however, that drove me crazy. She had smooth, silky skin that begged to be touched and stroked. It had a luminescent quality about it and was accentuated by her fine, delicate features. I longed to reach and touch. Beyond her appearance, she was an excellent student and had a flare for analysis and a writing style that showed great promise. Her father was a well-to-do surgeon in New York and her mother had to have had some exotic bloodlines as she had inherited both the brains and the beauty from her family pool. I remember noticing her the first day of class and had had a hard time taking my eyes off her as I said. She dallied as she left the classroom that day; a small seminar of about a dozen students; and I remember her walking by me; the last student to leave. My eyes hungrily followed her sweet swaying butt, tucked so tightly into her jeans, when with a sudden quick movement, she flicked her hair and looked over her shoulder at me, catching me with a slacked jaw and an unrepentant look of lust in my eyes. I made no movement toward trying to look away or pretend I was looking elsewhere. She just smiled quickly and kept moving out the classroom door. It had all happened in a split second, but the ensuing months would hinge on that quick visual connection. She knew that I had been watching her and was pleased with herself for luring me into her orbit. I was lured in willingly, but was somewhat frightened by my lack of self-control. As the weeks passed we maintained a cordial teacher/student relationship, but I did find myself looking forward to those weekly afternoon seminars. Emma would look at me with a bemused expression on her face that said, "I know you want me." She was right, of course. In any case, I became more attracted to her as the semester wore on, especially as I slowly discovered her keen intellect. I've always been a sucker for a certain type of beauty, but throw youthful intelligence into the mix and I'm a goner. As April brought warmer spring weather, the coeds began to celebrate by wearing less and less. It's my favorite time of year as the lush young bodies that have been covered under fleece and flannel expose themselves to the sun and spring air. Emma was no exception and I gained a new appreciation for the loveliness of her body as she began to wear tight tank tops and leave her midriff exposed; slender bra straps peeking out as they arched over the delicate bones and smooth skin of her shoulders. Occasionally she would wear a short skirt or dress that would slowly ride up her shapely tan legs as she'd shift in her chair, making no pretense of trying to be modest. I was constantly fighting the urge to observe her body during class. She would see me looking at her and I could swear there was an unspoken connection between us. More than once I caught her staring at my crotch, a wan smile on her face, as I waxed on poetically about Walker Percy or Dom Delillo. It was as if we had come to a silent agreement that it was okay for each of us to ogle one another. One beautiful spring morning I was walking across campus when I spied Emma, some distance away, walking toward me. She was talking on a cell phone as she strolled and I sat down on a bench just off the path to watch her. She was looking down as she walked so I was pretty sure I could observe her unnoticed. She was wearing a tight black low cut top, skin tight designer jeans and high heeled sandals. A bag was slung over her shoulder and her lustrous hair bounced and swayed with her very sexy stride. I couldn't keep my eyes off the tight crease of her pussy. The jeans gathered together so snugly at the apex of her thighs and belly, and the beautiful vee of denim cupped her treasure; her labia clearly visible through the well-worn fabric. Her breasts jiggled in tight controlled bounces as she walked and I could only wish that I was on the other end of her conversation; perhaps making plans to see her. As she walked by I saw her exquisite profile for a fleeting moment, and then admired the retreating form of her little bubble butt, twitching tightly as she strode by. I hoped, as I stared, that no one was watching me leer at this lovely student. But for those few seconds, I really didn't care. I shook my head in disbelief and wonder, then gathered myself together and stood up to go on my way. As the semester wore on the students began to work on their final papers. Emma hung back after class one day and said she was having a little trouble with her topic and asked if she could see me in my office. We made an appointment for the following day. She looked radiant as she stood a few feet from me. I watched happily as she swayed out of the classroom; knowing that she knew I was watching and lusting. I fantasized about seeing her alone in my office, but knew I'd leave it as a fantasy. Still, the thought of having her alone was making my blood run hot. The next day she showed up at my office on time and grinned that beguiling smile of hers; a combination of naivete and naughtiness. "Hi Professor Wood. Can I come in?" "Emma. Please. Nice to see you." This was an understatement. She had on the requisite jeans, a tight top with bra straps showing, and a pair of sandals with a little kick of elevation. Her hair was up and looked like she'd done it as an afterthought. It was so sexy; errant strands falling on either side and framing her beautiful face. She sat down, put her bag on the floor and we began to talk about her topic. I worked hard at not letting my eyes wander down to the delicious cleavage and swell of her breasts, clearly on display above the scooping neckline of her top. It became evident that a little focused research on the computer would take her to some sources she hadn't considered. I got up and had her sit in my chair and use the computer to do her search. I stood over her, hand on the back of the chair as she googled her way through several excellent sites I directed her to. As she worked the mouse I stood over her, breathing in her fresh scent. Her long dangling earrings shook as she talked, and I found myself wanting to lean down and kiss the nape of her neck. I surveyed the swell of her breasts from above, wanting to slide my hand in and scoop up their fullness. She had to know I was looking at her, but she showed no shyness or modesty as she unselfconsciously let me look at her luscious body. She sat straight as an arrow in the chair, and the curve of her back narrowed into a slender exposed waist, then flared out to her ass sitting pertly in my chair. This position caused her tight jeans to pull down on her backside, and I could barely make out the line of her panties peeking out. They were magenta and had a small bow in the middle. The fabric looked like sheer lace. I tried to make coherent and professorial comments as we discussed her paper, but as she focused her eyes on the computer screen, I kept glancing at her lovely body. I felt myself thickening and worried about showing my excitement. As she closed up Google, she spun in my chair and looked directly at my crotch as she turned. I'm not sure if my bulge was evident or not, but she smiled and looked up at me. "Thanks, Professor. I think I'm set for now." She stood, pushed the loose strands of hair over her ear and leaned down to pick up her bag. I shot a glance down her top and eyed the most beautiful pair of tits, encased in a low-cut bra, but their fullness overflowing the top and jiggling ever so slightly. She knew I was looking and took a few seconds to gather her things while I gaped. She was such a tease. "Gotta go finish this paper. Thanks for your help, Professor. You're the best. See you in class," she said with a grin, then spun on her heels and headed out the door. I sighed, sat back in my chair, and looked at the ceiling. I was in trouble. Emma turned her paper in a few days later and it was excellent. She got an A, as she deserved, and it had nothing to do with her looks or my incredible attraction to her. But I figured the semester was over and she would move on, as would I. So I was somewhat surprised a few days after classes ended to hear a knock at my office door and see Emma standing on my doorstep. "Emma. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I exclaimed, hardly hiding my glee. I looked her up and down, throwing caution to the wind, taking in her lithe beauty. Class was over, she was no longer my student, and I leered with impunity. And she loved it. "Well, I just stopped by to thank you for your help. And my grade. And all the wonderful comments on the paper. Thank you so much," she said with obvious pleasure and a big smile. She had great teeth. "Emma, it was well earned. It was an excellent paper and you deserved the grade. Keep up the good work; you have an excellent future in front of you." I saddened at the thought of her moving on, but notice that she seemed to have something else to say. "Was there something else, Emma?" I asked expectantly. "Well, if you wouldn't think this a weird suggestion, I..." She stopped and looked at me in mid sentence. "Yes, Emma?" "Well, I was wondering if I could pay you back for all your help by cooking you dinner?" She smiled and looked at me quizzically. She had on a short denim skirt, her impossibly long tan legs going on forever. Her hip was cocked to one side as she nervously awaited my answer. "Well, Emma. I don't usually socialize with students; even ones as lovely as you," I stated with a wavering authority. "But you see, Professor. After graduation this week, I won't be a student here anymore," she argued as she looked me straight in the eye. "And, I make a mean lasagna. So...I think you should come." She looked at me expectantly. Had it been my imagination, or had she placed a little extra emphasis on the last word of her sentence? Good God. How could I possibly say no to this creature? I didn't want her to leave. I just wanted her to stand there so I could look at her; take in her delicate beauty. "Well, I guess...I will take you up on your kind offer." She bounced up off her heels with glee, and as she landed back on her heels, her breasts jiggled so pertly. I smiled up at her gleaming eyes. "On one condition, however: you have to stop calling me Professor. My name is Jack." She scrunched up her nose and made a face. "Well, I suppose that's a condition I can live with. Jack. Graduation is Wednesday. How's next Friday night?" "Superb," I replied. "Goodie." She spun on her heels and headed out the door. She looked back over her shoulder. "I'll email you directions." I smiled and waved. She stopped, spun, smiled, cocked her hip to one side and waved back. "Bye, Jack. See you Friday." "Bye." I checked my email a little more than usual over the next few days, when I saw one pop up from Emma. Hi Jack -- I live in the Linden Ridge condos south of town. I've attached a Mapquest link. How's 7pm? You don't need to bring anything except yourself. Dress casually and if it's nice, we'll eat out on the patio. I can't wait to show you my appreciation for all your help this semester. xxx -- emma ps -- bring your dancing shoes :) I read the email several times, trying to glean meaning. This had all the earmarks of an incredible evening in the making. And she was living in some pretty high end housing for a student. I figured dad must have invested in a nice condo for his little girl. For someone who was obviously from privilege, she seemed quite unaffected by her background. I looked forward with great anticipation to our dinner. Friday arrived, hot for this time of year, so I decided to wear my linen shorts and a short sleeve black silk shirt. I didn't have any dancing shoes, so I wore my sandals instead. I stopped on the way out of town and bought a nice bottle of Brunello, not wanting to arrive empty handed despite her directions otherwise. I stopped and bought a nice bouquet of flowers as well, and felt kind of silly as I wended my way into her condo complex. She had a nice end unit backed up to the woods. I parked my car and anxiously approached the front door. I could hear music inside as I rung the bell. The door opened and there stood Emma; a huge smile splashed across her face. "Jack. Right on time. Oh, are these for me? You shouldn't have." I handed her the flowers and leaned down to give her a little peck on the cheek. She smelled divine. Whatever she was wearing was expensive and floral. She looked, and smelled, amazing. "Nice digs you got here, Emma," I said as I surveyed the scene. "Not exactly the dorm." "Well, my dad figured if he was going to pay for a room anyway, he might as well make it an investment. I can't complain. I love the privacy and I get a lot more accomplished here than living in a dorm or in an off-campus apartment with a bunch of girls. Let me get these in water," she said, smelling the flowers. "Come on in." I followed the gentle twitch of her ass as we entered her apartment. She was wearing a very short yellow silk dress. It was low-cut and gathered tightly around her generous breasts, then flared out to a flowing skirt that swayed loosely with her movements. I could not detect a bra. I thought about how easy it would be to lift up her dress and see what she was wearing, if anything, underneath. She wore a pair of stiletto heels that accentuated the fine line of her legs. Her condo was well-appointed and showed the evidence of good taste and money. A throbbing beat was rumbling from hidden speakers and the aromas of garlic and onions sweetened the air. We entered the kitchen where Emma put the flowers into a vase. I found a corkscrew and opened the wine. "A Brunello," Emma stated. "Well won't this be a fine Italian evening. Thank you so much. Glasses are in the cupboard there." I opened the wine, grabbed a couple of very nice crystal stems and poured, handing her a glass and holding up mine for a toast. "This may need to breathe awhile," I said, swirling the thick red nectar in the goblet. "But, to one of my favorite students, who combines the rare mix of keen intellect and exquisite beauty." I lifted my glass as Emma beamed. Damn this girl was gorgeous. I wanted to toast her right out of her dress, but I knew I should be patient. "Well, thank you, Professor, errr...I mean Jack. It's actually me who should be toasting you. Let me see," she said, putting her finger to her nose. She thought for a minute and then held out her glass. "May this evening allow us to play out the fantasies we've both harbored all semester." She smiled with a sexy stare and held out her glass. I looked her level in the eye, thunderstruck. "I'll drink to that," I replied as casually as I could. We both raised our glasses, clinked lightly, and sipped. Emma began to bounce a little to the music; a steady throbbing beat had her head nodding as she sipped her red wine. I looked her up and down; not caring now whether she saw or not. "Those don't exactly look like casual shoes," I said smartly, admiring the taut line of her calves, elongated by her impossibly tall heels. "No. But they make my legs look good," she smiled, turning sideways and looking over her shoulder. "Don't you think?" She pulled the hem of her dress up a little; exposing her lean smooth thighs. "That they do." "And they are my dancing shoes." She eyed my sandals. "And those are yours? I specifically stated in my email that you should wear your dancing shoes. Hmmm. Might have to mark you down a grade for that one." She took another sip of wine. 'This wine is wonderful, Jack. I love a deep thick rich red wine." Emmaline Ch. 01 I was speechless as I sipped my wine and watched her body sway to the beat. She wanted me to watch her and I wanted to comply with her wishes. She put her glass down, closed her eyes and began to swing her hips to the music; moving with feline precision. I felt blood rushing to my groin. "I love to dance," she said in a sexy whisper, as she put her hands above her head and turned to shake her sweet little ass my way. I watched her pert butt sway under her flimsy dress, her hips humping seductively to the throbbing pulse of the music. She looked over her shoulder at me as she danced, knowing she was seducing me with her wily charms. I was helpless as I watched and grew. She glanced down at my slacks to see if there was any visible sign of my growing need. "Do you like to dance, Jack?" She turned around again and moved closer as I leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter. She ran her hands over her body as she danced, stroking and squeezing her breasts, moving her hands between her legs and pressing the thin fabric of the dress into her loins. She pouted her lips, then gently sucked on the tip of her middle finger. "I do." It came out as a croak, as I stared in a stunned stare of arousal. Again she turned and moved still closer; now only inches away. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I waited for her to touch me; trying to show patience and egg her on. Finally she moved as close as she could without being in full contact, leaned forward and moved her ass against the growing bulge in my trousers. She slid her ass up and down, giving me a standing lap dance as I knew the soft flesh of her ass could feel my gathering erection. She stood up straight, leaned back against me and ground her ass onto my dick. As she put her hands up and caressed my face, I finally reached around and placed my hands on her stomach, feeling her body move and grind to the music. "Do you like the way I dance, Professor Jack?" "Isn't it evident, Emma?" She smiled knowingly. "Did you ever think of me dancing for you like this when I was sitting in class?" "Just every day." She smiled again. "What else did you think about me?" she cooed. I slid my hands over her youthful body; so luscious and ripe. My cock was ready to rip through my pants as I fondled her through her silk dress. "I thought about all sorts of dirty and nasty things, Emma." "Ohhhh. Naughty professor. Like what, Jack?" "I wondered what your body looked like. I wondered what it would be like to touch your skin, your breasts, your legs. What it would be like to slowly lick and suck your clit and taste your juices. I wondered what it would be like to have my cock deep in your mouth, stretching your lips, gagging you." This got her and she gasped. She began to move in a faster tempo, doubletime to the music. "I wondered what you look like when you have an orgasm," I continued. Emma loved hearing this and moaned as she pressed her ass harder against my groin. "Mmmmmm. I hope you find out, baby." "I wondered what it would be like to drive my cock into you, so deep, and fuck the living daylights out of you." "Oh Jack," she said as she increased the pace of her lap dance. "Would you fuck me hard? That's the way I like it, you know. Hard, fast and deep." I reached up to her shoulders and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I pushed it down, exposing, for the first time, her glorious breasts. They were full and soft, pliant in my grip, and her nipples were a little larger than silver dollars; stiffened with excitement. "Oh Christ. You're gorgeous, Emma," I stated, as I caressed and massaged the ripeness of her succulent bosom. "You like my tits, Jack? I loved the way you looked at me in class. I knew you wanted to see me naked. I knew you wanted me; that you wanted to fuck me. Didn't you Jack?" "Yes, Emma. I did. Oh baby, your breasts are glorious. Unreal." "Oh they're very real, Jack. Very natural. And very soft and sensitive. Be gentle." I put my hands underneath and lifted them up; feeling their fleshiness and natural softness. They lay so delicately in my hands as I gently twisted the tips of her nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Emma continued to press her ass into me, grinding to the beat of the music. It looked like dinner was going to be a late one. "I loved the way you looked at me in class, Jack. Like you were undressing me with your eyes. I wanted you to want me." "Oh, no problem there, Em. I wanted you from the first day you walked into class," I stated truthfully. She smiled. "I know. I saw you checking out my ass that first day," Emma giggled. "And I used to fantasize about you too, Jack." "And what did you think about, Emma?" "Oh I wondered what it would be like to suck on your big dick. What it would feel like for my English professor to drop a big load in my mouth. I wondered what you'd taste like." She reached behind and squeezed my cock. "I wanted to come to the front of the classroom full of kids, drop down on my knees, and pull your cock out of your pants. I wanted to suck you off in front of everyone." She continued to stroke my cock, as I licked her ears and neck, caressing her impossibly soft breasts and kneading their fullness. "Oh, God. It feels so big," she exclaimed as her fondling brought me to full attention. This girl was getting to me big time. I let go of her breasts and my hands wandered down over her taut tummy and glided down between her legs. I pressed the thin silk material into her groin and could feel the heat and wetness emanating from her pussy. I cupped the bulge of her mons and pulled her hard against my cock. "Oh, God, Jack. I need you so bad, baby." I pulled the hem of her dress up and slid my hand down over the silken skin of her tummy, under the elastic of her tiny thong, and my middle finger snuggled into the soaking wet folds of her cunt. She gasped as I twiddled my fingers and inserted my middle digit into her wet hole. I reached my left hand behind, slid under the elastic of her thong, and brought my left hand up under her butt cheeks to nestle into the slick furls of her sopping wet pussy. I inserted two fingers into her cunt from behind, and rubbed her clit with my right hand; finding a synchronous rhythm that caused her to stop all movement and just enjoy the moment and the movement of my fingers. "Oh, fuck, Jack. That feels so good, baby." She was definitely a finger girl and I would put my many techniques to good use in the ensuing hours. But my desire to taste her was overwhelming, and I whispered into her ear that I needed to eat her pussy; to drown my face in her juices. She wasn't too far from the brink as I extracted my fingers and pushed her forward so she was leaning on the counter edge. I dropped down to my knees, pulled her thong down over her long lean legs and looked up at the incredible view from behind. Her pussy was gaping: her inner labia engorged and slick with lubrication, pouting for penetration. Her slender thighs were so impossibly smooth and the inside of her upper thighs glistened with the overflow of her excitement. I pushed my face up along the upper expanses of her legs and came at her pussy from behind. My first lick was on the puckered star of her tight little anus. She groaned as I poked and prodded with my tongue, then continued my journey along her perineum and slid my long tongue deep into her gaping wet slit. She let out an audible groan and I worked my tongue in large circles around her labia majora, tightening my orbit to madly lick her minora, but avoiding her clit. She leaned forward and I tilted my head back and extended my tongue all the way to twiddle her clitoral shaft. I felt her buck and grind her pussy down to meet my tongue. I continued to tease, but the circuit of my tongue tightened closer and closer, until the very tip licked her clit. She yelled my name and pushed her cunt into my face, begging me to lick her clit. I could not refuse the desperate pleas of a young lady in distress. I zeroed in and began to tongue and suck her clit with a vengeance. And while she was responding beautifully, it was a hard angle to maintain. I pulled away, turned her around, picked her up and lay her sweet butt on the counter. She lay back, pulled her dress up and opened her legs wide. The view of her open gash; wet, pink and succulent; waiting for my mouth, and eventually my cock, was an absolute vision of beauty. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her gorgeous cunt to my open mouth. She placed her hands on my head and pulled me into her; needing my mouth and tongue to bring her to climax. I slid three fingers into her soaked slick pussy; curling them up and forward to wiggle on her G spot in sync to my tongue. My mouth bore down on her clit. She didn't need gently licks now; she needed her clit sucked and I could tell that she wanted it hard. I didn't disappoint. And as I licked and sucked and fingered, she pulled my head into her groin and ground her flesh into my face. She threw her legs over my shoulders and opened herself completely to me. Her aroma was overwhelming; the saucy succulent scent of her sex was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Her taste was sweet and tangy. I sucked up her juices, but even that wasn't enough to keep her moistness from dripping all over her cunt and thighs. I finally got into a tight fast rhythm and could feel her hips bucking to my mouth. We'd found a groove -- the pocket -- and I didn't let up. I knew if I continued just this way, she would cum. And she did. It started with a deep growl, a hard bucking thrust, and then silence: as her body spasmed and convulsed on my fingers and tongue. I let my tongue continue its rapid-fire wiggle, until I felt her orgasm beginning to ebb. I slowed down, let her ass settle back onto the counter, and gradually pulled my tongue away from her clit. "Oh my God, Jack! Holy shit!" She could barely talk. I leaned back to look at the open gash of her juicy cunt. Her clit was fully engorged, pink and open like a spring flower - such a gorgeous site. "You have one beautiful pussy, Emma. Along with the rest of you." "I was hoping you'd have me for dessert. I wasn't expecting to be the appetizer," she joked. "That was a full course meal, baby. You taste great. I could spend days down there." "Well we'll just have to see what we can arrange," she jested. She swung her legs down off the counter and hopped down, her dress gathered around her waist; her fuck me heels still on. She slipped the dress off, kicked it to the side and came at me with a purpose. She was naked, but for her strappy heels. I stared with impunity at this smooth youthful beauty. "You're not the only one that gets to eat around here, you know." She began to unbutton my shirt, moving with a sense of determination and purpose. I slipped it off and she was immediately at my belt and zipper. She wasted little time in sliding my pants and silk boxers down, my stiff cock springing into view; cantilevered with excitement; loaded for bear. "Oh, Jack. You have such a nice cock, baby. Give me that thing." As I shed the last of my clothes, she knelt on the floor and took my cock in her slender hands. She looked up at me with that innocent smile, held my stiff cock aloft, and licked the head, twirling her tongue all around the head. "You gonna suck my cock, Emma?" I inquired. She let the tip pop out of her mouth. "Is that a rhetorical question?" she smiled. "You must have had a good English teacher," I replied. "Yes I did. And yes I am, Jack. But not here." She stood up and gently pulled my stiff member like it was a leash. "Follow me, baby." She let go and I followed her into the living room. Watching her sweet hips sway; following the ass I'd been admiring and lusting after for months, was just too much for me. My cock bobbled stiffly in the breeze as I walked behind her into the living room. She looked back and giggled. "Right this way, professor. Don't knock over any lamps with that thing," she giggled, looking down at my bouncing erection. She directed me to sit on a big leather sofa, which I did. I leaned back, my ass on the edge of the cushion, and spread my legs. My cock was standing at attention; fully engorged and hard as steel. I was ready and willing for her to do anything she damned well pleased. She knelt down on the plush carpet and nestled between my legs, licking the shaft. She placed her hands on my thighs and looked up at me with sheer lust in her eyes. As she gently stroked the very tip with her soft touch, she burrowed her mouth down low and sucked my balls; first one, then the other. She swirled her tongue around my ball and then let it jump out of her mouth with a popping sound. This girl had obviously sucked some cock in her young life, and I was the beneficiary of her fellatial training. She licked up and down the shaft, gently kneading my balls, as she used lots of tongue action and saliva. The feeling of her soft lips sliding along my rock hard shaft was mind-blowing. The mouth I'd fantasized about was now about to engulf me. And she did. After several minutes of licking and teasing my rigid shaft, she came up over the top, opened her mouth wide, and descended about three inches, twirling her tongue on the underside of my shaft. "Oh fuck, Emma. Suck me, baby. That feels so fucking good." She cradled my balls in her left hand, wrapped her right hand gingerly around the base of my erection, and began to slowly bob up and down, taking me a little deeper with each downward suck. She made wet slurping noises as she did this, every once in awhile pulling off to jack me quickly with her thumb and forefinger, only to inhale my length once again, taking me even deeper. The third time she did this she began a very quick jacking motion, barely touching the top third of my shaft. "You know, Jack, I love to suck cock." "I can see that, Em. Don't stop." "And I love, absolutely love the taste of cum. So I want you to cum in my mouth, Jack. Will you do that for me?" she asked, grinning lasciviously. I could barely respond. "Suck me, Emmaline." And she did, with utter abandon. She began a crusade; a cock hungry slut absolutely pulling out all the stops to make me cum in her mouth. I was close and placed my hand on her head to feel her motion and rhythm. She was moaning as she sucked, making deep sucking noises, and beginning to gag as several times she almost took me to the hilt. She wasn't going to stop now, and I could feel that wonderful gut wrenching feeling of an impending orgasm welling up deep inside my gut. "Oh suck me, Em. I'm gonna cum for you baby. I'm gonna cum in your.... OH SHIT!" I exploded; literally erupted gob after gob of hot white semen; blowing my wad deep into her open throat. She kept sucking, not stopping until she could feel my spasms ebbing. I could see my cum dripping out of her mouth and oozing down my shaft. She pulled off and let more cum drip out of her mouth onto her swaying breasts. She looked down, smiled, and lifted her breast to her mouth; sucking my cum off her nipple and back into her mouth. "Well, if I was teaching a course on cock-sucking, you'd get an A plus, Em. In fact, I'd make you my TA." She giggled and licked my shaft and balls softly, letting me come down slowly, my shaft still twitching from its explosive orgasm. "Well, I guess appetizers are over. Perhaps we should have some real food -- a little sustenance to get us ready for the rest of the evening," she smiled. We eventually worked our way back to the kitchen where we finished making dinner, working naked, laughing and drinking wine. I couldn't take my eyes off her lovely body. She seemed so comfortable being nude, and why shouldn't she? She teased me unmercifully and every so often we'd kiss deeply and realize what lay in store for us after dinner. We had a fully naked meal and laughed heartily at the absurdity of our situation; wondering what the other students in our class would say if they could see us at that moment. The rest of the evening was a continuation and deepening of where we had started. We made our way up to Em's bedroom, eventually, and we fucked for hours. This girl had an absolutely insatiable appetite for sex and I think I did a pretty good job of keeping up with her. She liked everything and every position. I may be twice her age, but I kept a stiff one for her all night, and had no trouble recuperating quickly after coming several times. She could be soft and gentle, as could I. But there was no doubt left by the end of the night that what she really liked was hard, rough sex. I tried, but I couldn't fuck her too deep, too hard, or too fast. She loved to be pummel fucked, and kept asking for more, begging me to fuck her harder. We were two giant balls of sweat as the night wore on, but I was determined to match her intensity, stroke for stroke, and thrust for thurst. She had several very intense orgasms and was certainly in touch with her sexual side. She knew how she wanted it and wasn't afraid or embarrassed to ask. I obliged, sensing what she wanted and when she wanted it. There was a manic sexual intensity to her lovemaking that I know I had never experienced before, and might not again. At some point in the wee hours of the morning we had both drifted off to sleep, and now I was awakening to a new day. I heard the tinkling of dishes and silverware on a tray as Emma came down the hallway and into her room, carrying breakfast. She had on white athletic socks and a pair of tiny lime green cotton panties. Her glorious breasts swayed so nicely above the breakfast tray as she padded up to the bed. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to eat." She leaned over and placed the tray gingerly on the bed; her soft breasts dangling and jiggling as she leaned forward. I reached out to cup their hanging fullness. What a vision to wake up to; one I knew I could never get tired of. "I was hoping to have you for breakfast, actually," I joked. "Oh, I'm on the menu, alright. But first, bacon and eggs. And coffee." Emmaline Ch. 02 Emma and I ate our breakfast slowly; in no hurry to speed up our time together and happy to savor the moment. Of course, having a beautiful, mostly naked woman in bed with me as I ate breakfast was not a hard thing to take. She sat cross-legged on the bed; I reclined on my left elbow. I surveyed her sweet body as we sipped coffee and snarfed down scrambled eggs and perfectly cooked bacon. She was wearing only the briefest pair of lime green cotton panties and white wool socks that were a bit too big for her slender ankles. Her perfect breasts hung delicately off her slender shoulders, highlighted by the firm round tips of her light brown nipples. Her fine shoulder length hair was tied up loosely over her head, loose strands hanging errantly here and there, and her big inquisitive brown eyes shone brightly as we talked. "You are very brave to fry bacon dressed like that. You put that beautiful skin of yours at great risk," I chided. She did have exquisite skin, as I had always suspected, and had finally gotten to confirm last night. "I wore a big old apron in the kitchen, but didn't think it was appropriate attire for the bedroom," she joked, her gorgeous eyes smiling over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a sip. "Well I entirely agree," I said, "although you're still a bit overdressed for my taste." "Then you might just have to do something about that, won't you?" she teased. She had the most infectious giggle and a physical allure that was remarkable: sensuous and magnetic. I could only stand her being almost naked and so close for just so long before the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch her took hold. And I could tell she felt the same. She placed the breakfast tray onto the side table by her bed, lay down on her back with her head on a pillow and turned her lovely face to me. I lay on my left side and looked at her extraordinary body draped there before me to explore. Her smooth skin shone in the filtered morning light and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her lovely breasts lay slightly flattened by her prone position, but they still protruded skyward in a perfect shape, capped by her delicate smooth nipples. Her torso was toned and flat and the smooth line of her lower stomach was interrupted by the elastic band of her panties, cutting sharply across and just above the mound of her pubis. The seductive rise of her pubic bone and the fleshy outline of her labia majora were unmistakable through the tight cotton of her panties. She lay with her right leg on the bed and the other cocked up slightly, accentuating the graceful protuberance of her mons against her upper left thigh. I reached out to touch her. My right hand drifted slowly over her body. Neither of us spoke; we just languished in the moment; me enjoying the feel and view of her perfect body; she enjoying the soft touch of my fingertips exploring and caressing her skin. My fingers grazed across her nipples, barely touching them, and I could feel her body react and move sensuously. They trailed down and across her smooth tummy, and barely floated along the bulging outline of her pudenda. I could feel the heat of her sex, radiating through the thin stretched fabric of the cotton covering her treasure. "Mmmmmm. That feels good, Jack. You have a nice touch, sir." "I'm so glad you invited me to dinner last night, Em. I mean, dinner was great, but spending the evening with you, and then spending the night.... Well, it wasn't what I had intended, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself." "I did too. And, I hate to admit this, but, it was sort of what I was hoping would happen. I needed to get to know you better to see if you could play a role in something I've been thinking about and planning for a long time." My fingers continued to float along her contours. I loved the way her nipples stiffened slightly each time I drifted slowly over their pale sepia peaks. But my ears perked up as she intimated some sort of longer range plan that I was not aware of. "Thinking and planning, huh? Sounds dangerous -- almost like I'm being manipulated -- totally against my own free will, I might add." She giggled and squirmed a little as my hand rested along her inner thigh, almost touching her cotton covered mound. "Well, I do have a little plan, I have to say. But if I tell you about, then I'll have to kill you," she joked. "My God! I'm in the clutches of a black widow," I responded. "Well, I'll take my chances. Tell me about your so-called plan. Tell me what you have up your sleeve," I inquired. "Except you're not wearing any sleeves, so perhaps you should show me what you have inside those tight little panties of yours," I suggested as the palm of my hand cupped the full fleshy outline of her pussy mound. She laughed and squirmed some more under my touch. I could feel the faintest trace of moistness mixed in with the heat of her hot puffy pussy. "Well, I'm twenty-two and I've been very sexually active since I was a sophomore in high school. I've had lots of experiences with guys my age, but, as much as I've enjoyed the college scene and the parties and all the guys I've been with and all, there are still a lot of things I haven't experienced. And I want to." My hand drifted up to run along the edges of the exquisite lines and delicate bone structure of her face. She really was gorgeous and I was enjoying the slow seductive game we were playing. "Okay. Go on," I implored. "So I've wanted to find a guy that I could...experiment with. Someone older and a bit more experienced. I love sex, as you probably noticed last night." "That's an understatement," I replied. She giggled again. "But there are so many things I still need to experience and, well, I thought it would be better to find one person to explore those things with, rather than trying to do it all on my own. I'm not looking for a super long-term relationship. I'm not looking for a husband, at the moment. I just want to find someone to...explore with. Does that make sense to you?" "Well, yes, it does. But what sorts of things? And why me?" "Hmmm. Well, like I said, I've done college guys. I wanted someone older and more mature. But there were also certain, how should I say this, physical characteristics that were important to me. You passed those with flying colors." "I did? I didn't know I was being graded. Like what sort of characteristics?" I queried. "Well, I knew from attending your class all semester that you had a nice body and were in good shape. But I needed to know you were the right size for me," she said grinning. "Which means?" "Not too big and not too small. Not too thick, but not too thin," she smiled as she looked down at my cock, flopped lazily on my thigh. "Just right," she grinned, giving my languid cock a little squeeze. Blood flowed. "Well, thank you. I think," I replied. She laughed. "And, most importantly, I wanted to make sure you could keep up with me." I thought back to the pace of the previous night and remembered the sometimes frantic pace of our sex and her seemingly insatiable need to fuck. It all sounded like I was being recruited for what might shape up to be the ride of a lifetime. "Where do I sign up?" I asked. She giggled as my fingers continued to trace gentle lines up and down the soft curvature of her body. "Right here," she oozed, as she stretched her body like a cat in heat. "And you didn't answer my question about what sort of things you were looking to explore. I find it hard to believe you haven't had a ton of experiences," I continued. "Oh, I've fucked plenty of guys. This isn't a numbers thing. There are just things I haven't done, that I want to do. And I want to try them all with one person as my anchor - my partner, as it were." She looked at me deeply as my palm rested on her soft breast. "Will you?" she asked, so sweetly. I couldn't have turned her down even if I had wanted to. "Well, you still haven't told me what all these things are you want to do," I persisted. "I mean, if you want to fuck while sky-diving at 20,000 feet or in the lion's cage at the Bronx Zoo, then you'll have to find another recruit," I stated. She feigned depression. "Well, I guess I can take those two off my list." She brightened. "Now will you do it?" I wasn't going to say no to this offer. But I still needed to know more. "Details, Em. Details" "Okay. I want to try a threesome, both ways -- inviting a woman into our bed and then, another time, a man." I nodded. No objections so far. "I want to try a group thing, or at least swapping with another couple." I nodded again. "I want to go to a sex club. I want to try some light bondage. I want to fuck in public or someplace we might get caught and I want to...." I interrupted her. "Em. I have to tell you something. I may be twice your age, but in all honesty; I haven't experienced most of those things either. I mean, you should know this about me before you jump to any conclusions." I expected a crestfallen look; disappointment in my lack of wily, worldly ways. But instead I got a wide-eyed grin. "Oh, Jack. That's great," she gushed. I was confused. I thought she was looking for an experienced guide to steer her gently through the moral morass of fantasies and fetishes. I was, apparently, mistaken. "Geez, Em. I thought you'd be disappointed in me," I apologized. She shushed me with an index finger across her delicious lips. She smiled so sweetly. "No, Jack. This will be an adventure for the both of us now. I know you know what you're doing. And I love that you're a mature and sexually experienced man. But this way we both get to find out what these things are all about -- and you won't be judging our experiences against others. Oh, this is so exciting," she gushed, as she clapped her hands together. Her sweet breasts jiggled. She was seriously thrilled, and if it worked for her, it worked for me. The images of all the possible connections began to whirl through my head as I looked at this lovely lady laying prone, happy, and ready. My fingers grazed down and over her cotton clad cunt. It was like a little furnace and warmed my hand as I cupped her mons. I squeezed, ever so softly and felt her lips below moistening under my touch. "Em. I'll do anything you want. Anything." I massaged the molten flesh cupped under the palm of my hand. "And as guides go, you'll find my rates very reasonable," I continued. "Oh my. How will I ever pay you off," she sighed. I felt her hips lift off the bed slightly to press against my palm. She smiled and I leaned in to kiss her. Her soft lips opened and I could feel her tongue probing gently for mine. We kissed tenderly, our passion building slowly as she spread her legs slightly and let my hand nestle against her gathering wetness. My lips trailed away from her mouth and down along her graceful neck, nibbling, heading south along the slope of her generous breasts. She arched her back to feed her nipple to my lips, as my hand slipped under the elastic of her panties and my middle finger slid down into her slick groove. She caught her breath and let out a deep moan as I rested my finger on her swollen clit and wiggled it, ever so slightly. "Yessss," she whispered. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, as softly and gently as I could. She reached to the swell of her hips and pushed her panties down. I assisted with their removal, sliding them down her lean smooth thighs, before returning to the task at hand. I've always been a very tactile person, and love touching a woman, using my fingers as a source of her pleasure. I've been told that I'm very good with my hands, and certainly some women respond to manual stimulation more than others. Emma was in the former category. I could feel, as I caressed and stroked, her positive reaction to my manual maneuvering. She purred like a cat under my touch and her whole being writhed in appreciation. Her body was in constant motion, and she lifted and humped her hips to meet my hand and encourage me to explore her further. Her pussy was now soaked, steaming hot, and flowing with her natural lubricants. I explored from her clitoral shaft all the way to her asshole, every inch of her sex open to my tender touch. "God, I love your fingers, Jack," she cooed as she reached down to lightly grip my shaft. "You can touch me all day, baby." She stroked me lightly, almost absentmindedly, as my fingers probed deeper and began to focus in on the throbbing center of her sex. My fingers slipped easily in and out her slick folds and her hips ground to meet my digital display of affection. The pad of my middle finger began to trace soft circles around the protruding slick nubbin of her clit. She clutched me tightly as she let the sensations wash over her body. "Oh God, Jack. I need your fuck. Give me your cock, baby! Now!" she seethed. Not a request I could deny at that particular moment. I positioned myself between her legs, agog at the amazing view below me: her pink wet pussy spread open and ready for my cock. I lifted her legs up so her calves were resting on my shoulders. She was panting with anticipation as I placed my cock at her swollen opening. She was so wet; I knew I could have slammed home to the hilt in one fell swoop. But I chose to slide in slowly. I slid just an inch or two of my stiff dick into her waiting wetness. She gasped as I began to rock back and forth, only giving her a teasing sense of what was to come. I felt her grab my ass to pull me in deeper. "Come on, Jack. Don't tease me. I need you to fuck me!" she claimed through gritted teeth. I ignored her request to go deeper, but I did start pumping faster. I could feel her cunt opening up to my prick and, inch by inch, I began to ram my cock in a little deeper with each stroke. Each inch elicited a deeper groan and then, finally, I plunged deep and began to fuck her with long thick strokes that had her reacting vigorously and vocally. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried to the rhythm of my pounding penetration. The bed was banging against the wall and the sound of my hips slamming into her ass and the backs of her thighs made a wet fleshy slapping sound. "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me!" she hissed into my ear as I almost pulled out with each outward stroke, only to bury my shaft deep inside her open cunt with the next downward thrust. I began to hump in double time, going in and out so fast, she held on for dear life. I couldn't keep this pace up for long, but I wouldn't need to. I felt her clutch me tightly and suddenly go silent. And then she screamed. "Fuck!!" I grunted as I felt my huge load of cum explode into her deepest caverns. And as I pumped her full of hot semen, I felt her pussy clench and spasm on my pounding dick. She milked me for all I was worth, and after five or six strong spasms of cum, our wasted bodies collapsed in a sweaty heap on the soaked sheets. She curled up against me and swung her slender thigh over mine. "You don't have to go anywhere today -- do you?" she queried. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand up and down my torso. "I did. But now I don't," I replied. She smiled. "But can I assume lunch and dinner will be served in the same inimitable style?" I asked, arching my eyebrow "I think that can be arranged," she said. I rearranged myself on my side so I could look into her beautiful eyes. Our hands rested on one another as we talked. "So where do we start, Em? "Well, I was thinking," she cooed. "Actually I think it would be a good idea to just spend a week or two, just you and me, getting to know one another better. I mean, I feel like I know you and all, but, well, you know what I mean." She was a very perceptive young lady and it certainly made sense that if we were going to explore all the sexual options she'd outlined, we should be very comfortable in our own sexual relationship. "I think that's a great idea, Em. Really. And you know, I'm happy to follow your bliss here. But you should know I'd be perfectly happy to just fuck you as much as possible. I'll explore any avenue you want. But know that, at the core, I want you." She smiled tenderly and touched my face. "That's so sweet, Jack," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. We talked for the next half hour, throwing out ideas on how to pursue some of the fantasies she had outlined. She told me about a friend of hers, another female student, whom she thought would be fun to bring into bed with us. The description of her friend, Althea, held great promise. Emma had met her on her dorm floor sophomore year and they had struck up a friendship. She was a petite, but curvy girl of Greek descent. She was very bi, and had tried to recruit Em to join her and her boyfriend one night. Em had declined, but knew that Althea was still interested in pursuing some sort of sexual union. "Well, we can add her to the list, I think," I said. "I love small tight women." "Do you, now?" Emma said. "Well we'll just see what we can do about that." "And I have an idea to throw into the mix, I think." She looked at me with bemusement. "Spill." "Well, I have this old friend from college who lives down in Greenwich. Very well-to-do lawyer now, and played the field for many years. But he married a younger woman a few years back - not as young as you, in her early thirties -- and he's always shared the fact that they have a fairly open relationship and have explored swinging on a limited basis. He's tried to lure me in a few times since my divorce, but I've never followed through. But I would bet we could spend a weekend with them at their place. There would most definitely be some chemistry. He's a very handsome guy and, as you would imagine, his wife is a stunner." Em smiled. "Sounds like you might have an ulterior motive. Well, add them to the list. It sounds great to me." She reached down to squeeze my cock, which was beginning to stir again with the combination of her gentle grip and the nature of our conversation. "Can you imagine what it would be like to watch other people fuck? Or to have other people watch us fuck? Or mix things up? Oh my God, Jack. It could be so hot." I could tell she liked this idea as her hand began to urge be back to erection. I watched her slender fingers work their magic and felt the blood flow lift my cock up off my stomach and back to rigidity. "What do you say we take a shower and pick up right here in ten minutes?" I inquired. "You are a dirty boy. Let's go clean you up." She bounded out of bed, her full natural breasts bouncing innocently as I followed her wiggle to the bathroom. I was fully extended and stiffly vibrating as we entered her generous master bath. A full glass shower sat to one side with a rain head faucet extending out of a fully tiled ceiling. Em reached inside and started the shower and adjusted the temperature, her breasts wavering seductively as she leaned into the enclosure. "I like to stick with my routine, you know," I joked. "Well this may be part of your routine, but I can assure you the rest of the day will be anything but," she responded. "You promise?" She smirked, grabbed my hand and pulled me under the shower. The water cascaded with excellent pressure down on our bodies and Emma immediately soaped up her hand and reached for my dick. "We're gonna make certain parts of you extra clean, Jack," she stated as her soapy hand reached underneath to cup and massage my balls. I reached for the soap myself and began to run the bar all over Emma's sweet body. Her nipples came to full attention as I ran the soap all over her luscious contours. I returned the bar to the soap tray and used both hands to knead and slide my hands over Emma's curves, while she busied herself doing a soapy stroke up and down the length of my erection. The more we moved our hands, the more the sudsy bubbles encased our bodies. I loved the feel of her breasts as I slid my hands over their soft slippery flesh. I felt Emma's hand slip down low and underneath, massaging my balls and going even further to tease the soapy sphincter of my asshole. Emmaline Ch. 02 "Mmmmm. Emma, that feels so good, baby. I'm going to have the cleanest cock in town," I murmured. "That's the idea, Jack. So... We could get into this here and now, or we could rejoin to the bedroom with our nice clean bodies?" "There will be plenty of opportunities to fuck in the shower. But I want you back in bed, Emma." Hearing no objection, I reached for the hand shower and began to rinse off our bodies, exposing Emma's glorious nipples as the suds ran down her legs and into the drain. I shut off the faucet, opened the glass door and grabbed a couple thick cotton towels. As I proceeded to wrap the towel around her shoulders, she used a towel to dry off me off, starting with my still stiff cock. Once we were dried off we scurried back to Emma's bedroom and crawled onto the mattress, throwing the thin blanket and sheet aside to create a nice clean cotton playing field for our games. "Lay down, Jack," Emma directed. I propped up a few pillows and lay back to see what was in store. Emma took my cock into her hand, gave me a few strokes, and leaned down to take the head into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head as she looked into my eyes. Emma began to lick up and down my shaft, going a little lower with each pass, until she finally reached my balls. She made the most amazingly slurpy sounds with her mouth as her saliva ran free and she covered by cock with drool. I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips off the bed, giving her free unfettered access to my boys. One by one, she took them into her mouth and swirled her tongue furiously around each one. The warm feel of my balls fully absorbed in her wet mouth was incredible. She let one of my balls pop out of her mouth and I felt the tip of her tongue poke lower and begin to draw small circles on my perineum. My hips moved involuntarily as she tongued me with precision and lust. But it was as I felt her begin to rim my asshole with the tip of my tongue that I heard a moan escape from someone that sounded just like me. With my hips off the bed and her hands supporting my ass cheeks, I felt Emma drill her tongue into my ass. I reached down and began to jerk off and realized I wasn't going to last long and I had a few projects in store. I, reluctantly, pulled her hungry mouth slowly off my cock. "Fuck me, Emma," I seethed through gritted teeth. I lay back on the bed and Emma swung her legs over my torso and straddled me with a smile. She looked me straight in the eye as she grabbed my rigid cock and guided it to her dripping orifice. She twiddled her clit a few times with the head; eliciting a little gasp of delight. Then she slowly impaled herself on my prick and let out an audible moan as I filled her pussy with my girth. "Oh fuck, Jack. So good, baby," she cooed as she placed her hands on my chest and began to ride. And I mean ride. It started out slow and innocent, but within minutes she was bucking on me for all she was worth. Her hips pumped incessantly as she banged with her cunt; riding my rod and banging her hips down on me with each animalistic thrust. Damn, this girl was full of fire. She sat up at one point and began to bounce up and down like a pogo stick, her boobs bouncing wildly as I held her hips and kept her from flying right off of the bed. She stopped, smiled at me, and without disengaging my cock from deep in her pussy, leaned over to the night stand and opened the drawer. She pulled out a tube of lube and gave me a lascivious smile. "Are you ready for this, Jack?" she queried. "I'm ready for anything you can bring my way, baby," I replied. "Alrighty then," she said, as she squirted some lube onto the tip of several fingers. As she pulled off my cock, she reached behind and lubed up her ass. Another squirt was applied to still rock hard cock. "So nice, Jack. I'm going to find a new home for him," she chided. She barely changed positions; just moved her hips forward a bit and placed the head of throbbing cock at the entrance to her tight little ass. I could feel the lube doing its job as the head of my cock squeezed into the tightest little crevice and eased in about two inches. I heard Emma hiss as my cock filled and stretched her ass. She leaned back and placed her hands on my shins, arched her back forward and began to pump up and down; my cock sliding a little deeper with each drop. I gazed at the most beautiful sight: her open pink pussy agape with my dick in the background, sliding deeper and deeper into her anal cavity. My left hand found her pussy lips and my thumb began to rub her clit as her body moved. My right hand followed. I turned two fingers inward and let her slide onto them as her ass fucked my cock. I felt her gathering excitement grow as she worked my cock all the way in and both my hands worked overtime to stimulate her. "Oh, Jack! Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it!" she urged as she rode me with all she had. Her erratic breathing and moans told me she was close to cuming and I let myself get wrapped up in the incredible moment. As I felt her climax building. I told her I was going to cum too. "Oh, cum in my ass Jack! Fuck me!" she screamed. I was glad at that moment that she had an end unit as her cries of ecstasy echoed out into the woods outside her bedroom. I felt her body buck and spasm; her cries of encouragement ebbing for a few moments, as she came in a monstrous pulsing orgasm. I was on the very edge myself, and as her cunt throbbed and squeezed my cock I heard myself unleash an animal-like groan as my first spurt of cum erupted inside her tight ass; followed by another and another. As we heaved deeply and caught our breath, I felt her start to slowly disengage my cock from her well-lubricated rear. "Oh my God, Jack. That was amazing." "I'll say it was, Em. What other tricks you got in that side table?" I joked. Emma giggled as she lay her head down on my chest and cuddled her sweet warm body up against mine. "I'm glad I took your class, Jack," she murmured. "I am too, baby." I brushed her long silken hair and pulled her close.