Emma's Brave New World
Part One
The idea had been growing in Emma's head for some time. The nearer the wedding approached, the more she felt she should pursue it. She had been with William since she was eighteen years old, he had been her first lover, and five years later, was still her only lover. She really did adore him, but there was a increasingly insistent part of her that said she should breakout, just once, before the vows of marriage bound her and made her well-developed sense of guilt prevent any such experimentation.
In her job as a psychologist in the areas of sexual behaviour, she had read, and heard of some sexual practices that both shocked and disgusted her. But there were others that had begun to intrigue her, to play, even prey upon her imagination, until sometimes she had to masturbate just to rid herself of the writhing, hedonistic figures in her mind. She reasoned that if she could try some of these things with an outsider, she would either find that they were not to her taste, or learn enough to gently introduce the rather shy William to them. That was the trouble really, William could be very sexy, but he was terribly shy, if anything a little over-considerate. He had never even asked her for a blow-job! Though she would have loved to give him one, the English inhibitions were too strong. She had incredible fantasies sometimes of him pouring his rich semen over her face like salty cream. She had slyly tasted him, dipping a finger into her sex after fucking, and secretly licking it. The flavour was so sexy... She had already decided that on the honeymoon, she would assert herself in this area at least. It was opportunity that was needed, opportunity and the right man. Not easy really, when she had been in the same group of friends almost since school-days. There was no way she would betray William with a friend, so who on earth could it be? Opportunity, when it arrived, was golden.
Emma went to Juliet's party with only the faintest idea that it might supply the solution to her problem. She didn't even realise the solution was there at first, until when, she was dancing and talking to Juliet's brother, she felt eyes upon her.
Surreptiously, she checked out who was looking at her. A tall, slim dark figure was ranged lankily on a chaise
longue, his eyes seemed to be drinking her in. She recognized him of course, as one of Juliet's mother's younger friends. Her eyes suddenly caught his, and she blushed as she read the deep sexual appreciation in his unflinching gaze. She smiled, almost guiltily, and carried on dancing. From that moment, it was going to be just a matter of nerve.
John attended the party with no other thought than light conversation, and medium drinking. He always enjoyed seeing Juliet's chums, a good looking, intelligent young crowd, some of whom he had watched grow up. Emma was one he has felt hints of lust for on several earlier occasions, as one does for a lovely girl becoming a lovely woman, but he had not seen her for several years, not since she had blossomed into adulthood. He had glimpsed her several times during the party, but it was when he saw her dancing that he realised just how beautiful, and how unconsciously sensual she had become. When their eyes met, there was the kind of frisson that makes the neck hairs prickle, and the loins ignite. He had heard that Emma was to be married soon, from Juliet, who bemoaned the first of her clique to tie the knot. He was surprised that a young woman on the verge of marriage would look at him in that way. He drank in her loveliness. She was tall, five ten at least, long-limbed, honey-blonde hair framed cornflower blue, softly dreamy eyes and full, generous, easy smiling lips. Her body was richly promising, breasts full, bottom deliciously round, with the curving belly that spoke of a woman at ease with her shape.
The way she moved her hips mesmerised him. It was almost as if an invisible lover were sodomising her steadily from behind, while she bounced lightly against his groin. John had to cross his legs to hide a sudden, pounding erection. Their eyes met again, and again, until the looks that passed were burning up the air between them. John carefully stood up, holding his jacket in front of his bulging trousers, and walked over to Emma. Juliet's brother was drifting off anyway, and John had the opportunity they both now yearned for. He slipped his card into Emma's hand.
"I'll be home in half an hour, call me, or just come," he whispered, and departed, dizzy with lust.
Emma tucked the card into her back pocket, and felt it there, almost searing her flesh with its erotic possibilities. She realised that if she stopped to think about the implications, she would never have the courage to go through with her plan. She found Juliet, and made an excuse about remembering a visitor who needed meeting, and left the party, her heart pounding with adrenalin. She felt utterly wicked and wanton, and more excited than she could ever remember. She had left so soon after John that she actually saw him opening his front door as she neared the house where he lived.
"Wait!" She cried, almost choking the word that committed her.
She almost ran past him into the hall, dropped her bag, and as he turned from shutting the door, she jammed her lips against his in a kiss of fierce hunger and desire.
"I want you to be wild with me... I need some wildness," she gasped as they broke at last from an oral embrace of groin-bursting intensity.
John led Emma into his bedroom, and almost studiously undressed her, while probing gently as to her reasons for this wholly welcome, but rather disconcerting development. Honest as ever, she confessed her growing need for sexual experimentation, and the feeling that if she didn't now, then she never would, and would regret it forever. She also said how happy she was that it was him, because you couldn't ignore the kind of sparks that flew whenever they looked at each other. John grinned happily, liking this wonderful girl more with every passing second. He had already sensed her potential, and it was a dazzling gift that she was going to let him explore it. He wondered just how far he could take her, and how fast. He ascertained quickly that all she really knew was fucking and
wanking, and decided that the simplest, least threatening way of widening her horizons would be oral sex.
Emma without clothes was so lovely, John was near orgasm just looking at her. He focussed on the silky bush between her long, shapely legs, and pushed her back gently until she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Lay back Emma, just let yourself go," he said, soothingly.
Nervously, Emma obeyed, and let John open her thighs wide, exposing a sex so sodden that little jewels of moisture were clinging to the damp tendrils of her honey-dark pubes. With delicate caresses, John cleared the path to a long, shiny wet vulva. Plump, engorged labia were surmounted by a chevron of flesh that hooded a clitoris already throbbing with arousal. He extended his tongue, and licked, thrusting into the ready softness, and scooping up to uncover her engorged bud. Emma sobbed with ready rapture, the quiver of pleasure making her loins sing. John loved this way of learning a new partner. He could experience the sensations of taste, touch, and smell to the full, and subtly test the possibilities of the two orifices with tongue and fingers.
He was already encouraged by the exterior of Emma's sex. It had a generosity that boded well for penetration. He made her lift her legs, and paid attention to the most beautiful, in-rolling puckered roseatte her had seen in a long time. It smelled of cinnamon, and it twitched with sensitivity as her tenderly licked around it. It was incredible to be given such freedom of the flesh, and John revelled in it. He wriggled his tongue tip into the tiny bottom-mouth, making Emma mew, kitten-like. He dabbled a finger in the well-spring of her juices, and slid it down to lubricate her secondary sexual orifice. He was willing to bet that he was the first person to ever touch her in this way. Emma felt John's fingers and tongue doing things that had only existed in her fantasies before. He was making love to her bottom, she felt her stomach seem to fall away as it struck her that he might want to fuck her there. It was scary, but it was good scary.
She folded her legs back further and moaned softly as a long finger smoothly entered her rectum, drew out, and returned. It felt sexy in a way Emma had not felt before. She knew she wanted it to go further. While the finger probed her bottom, another slyly entered her sex, sliding easily into the juicy folds. John pushed both in to the knuckle, and was satisfied to feel the ease of surrender. He started to flicker his tongue on Emma's clitoris, in brief, intense bursts. She started to shake, and her hands clutched uncontrollably at her soft breasts, squeezing them until the nipples popped erect and the flesh ached with the heaviness of lust. Emma was flying on a sexual high. When she felt a second finger working its way into her bottom , she could only murmur "yes... yes.." When the same happened in her sex, she couldn't help rocking her pelvis into the building rhythm.
William sometimes fingered her during foreplay, but this felt like the main event in comparison. John sensed her nearness to orgasm, but was determined to take her further first. She was so slippery from her own secretions, he decided to give her a bigger finger sandwich. He lifted his mouth from her sex, and sat back until he could see how his four fingers were pushing so sweetly into Emma's cunt and ass. The word ripe kept on rising to his mind. Emma was so choice, so ready, so wanting of what he could give her, though she knew not what much of it was. Gently, John drew out the two fingers from her sex, and worked in two more from his other hand. Now he could alternate thrusts, and experiment with the seemingly untested elasticity of her lush young body. Emma noticed that their were more fingers in her than before, and that strangely, the more there were, the better it felt. She gurgled and writhed, feeling wickedly loose. Her hand crept down her belly from her breasts, and a finger touched her bud, just enough to keep on the edge of the loveliest, most voluptuous sensations she had ever felt.
John was delighted, he was giving her four fingers in the cunt, and three in the ass, not no hint of protest or discomfort. It appeared that Emma was a natural. His cock strained and wept at the thought of what he could do to her, for their mutual pleasure. He convinced himself that he should wait before leading her to the extremes he now felt her capable of. He finger-fucked her faster, harder, working his fingers against each other in the slippery depths, giving her virgin ass a reaming that would leave her in perfect condition for the sodomy that had to soon follow.
He would be patient though, he would go at her speed. Emma was in wild rut, the squelching of John's fingers between her thighs were the perfect sticky accompaniment to her journey through sex.
He pistoned her, filling and emptying her in turn. His face dipped down, and his tongue dislodged her finger from a clitoris now the size of a little finger top joint. He closed his lips around it, ground his hand firmly at her cunt, fucking knuckle deep with all but his thumb, and sucked, while vibrating his tongue on the infinitely sensitive tip of her bud.
Emma felt an explosion of ecstasy in her loins that dwarfed any previous orgasm. She convulsed, her loins performing a weird dance as the fingers filled her and the tongue divinely caressed.
John made her come until the spasms were flutters, and the tensing muscles fell slack. Very slowly, he drew out his fingers from the warm embrace of Emma's loins. It had been a learning experience for them both, one that could only lead them on to even greater things. Emma would find out eventually how lucky she was to have chosen John for her big sex experiment. He was already planning on who he could share her with, should she be up for a little group fun. But first, he wanted to teach her his
specialities, and explore her natural talents. What John desired most of all now was to have Emma take him in her lovely mouth, to see her face as he came. He had mirrors in his bedroom at strategic intervals to enhance the visual aspects of lovemaking.
Once she had recovered her equilibrium sufficiently, he asked her if she would like to suck his cock.
"I told you I've never done that... but.. I do like the taste, I think," she said, shyly, explaining her secret savouring of William's semen.
John smiled at her.
"I'm sure you know what to do, you've thought about it, haven't you?" He asked.
Emma nodded, blushing, "rather a lot, actually," she confessed.
John stood by the bed, leaning against the wall at the head, Emma kneeled on the bed, her face level with John's groin. His cock stood before her, hard, thick, and at least an inch longer than William. It rather filled Emma with awe. She reached out and touched it's slippery
glans. It jerked involuntarily, seeping at her brief contact.
"It looks... majestic," she said, looking up into John's eyes.
"Make me come... make me come in your mouth," John beseeched her, an incredible longing for release in his loins. He almost let go as her lips closed tenderly around the pointed, purple
glans, but managed to grit his teeth and hold back just in time. Emma had thought about fellatio, long and hard. She had even sucked on things whilst masturbating, such had been her curiosity. This real, magnificent cock was so much sexier than a
courgette, or a hairbrush handle. The way it pulsed and throbbed as it filled her mouth was so thrilling, so powerful. She felt a marvellous sense of power, actually. She could make John come, cause him the greatest pleasure, or pain, all with her mouth and hands. She lifted her hands, and cupped his balls. William liked that, perhaps John would too. John did. A sharp gasp told her of that as she gently tugged and squeezed, massaging the so-sensitive orbs. She could taste him on her tongue already.
The fluid was seeping in thick, clear drops, tantalising her with it's salty musk. Her heart pounded as she anticipated his orgasm. Would she be able to swallow, as men were said to prefer, or would she have spit it out?
John plunged into her mouth, her soft lips sliding over the ridges and veins, her tongue rolling on his
glans, driving him insane with desire. What she was doing with his balls was going to be the cause of it, the trigger for his pent-up flood. He fucked her mouth urgently, causing her to suck noisily, and tug harder. His eyes drank in the sight of her face, mouth a wide 'O' ' around his pumping shaft. His mirrors reflected back the different profiles, and the side curves of her lovely breasts, breasts he would love to fuck too. He felt it rising, the yeast of his climax fermenting, forcing the cork like champagne being shaken. Emma opened her eyes, looked up into his, and drove her mouth down to near the base of John's cock, so that he opened her very throat with his great beast of a cock. She clutched his balls afresh, and felt the heavy pulse in John's shaft that signalled the beginning of a brand new sensation.
His semen exploded into her mouth like the spume of a boiling salty sea, electrifying her senses. She let out a muffled cry of delight. It was wonderful, it was everything she had hoped and more. A second and a third spasm filled her mouth with his essence. She pulled back so that she could swallow, and even as her throat moved, and John's spunk slid down into her belly, jets of the stuff were landing around her mouth, hot slashes on her face, in her hair, the stuff flying like sea spray. She grabbed for his spurting shaft, and pumped it, getting the jets to land in her mouth once more. John looked down with wonder and joy. "Yes my love, eat it up, taste me, drink me!" he cried.
Emma was devouring him with ravenous appetite, showing no fear or disgust as his orgasm painted her with semen, inside and out.
Giggling, swallowing, gurgling, Emma ran John's still ejaculating glans over her cheeks, and then sucked it in again, her tongue finding the spot, and twisting on it, so that he groaned, the last jerks almost hurting they felt so good.
Emma swallowed with greedy glee. She had fallen in love with his flavour, his texture, the scent of semen that clung to her skin, and the feeling of power that fellatio was giving her. She popped the softening glans back into her mouth once more, and suckled it gently until she had drawn out the last drop from his balls. John watched her, this angel of the senses, each reflection as beautiful as the last. Her expressions had been of wonder, greed, surprise, delight. Her instincts were so pure, she reminded him of Jenny, his lover. They had a pact to share any sexual good fortune with each other. If Emma was willing, he would share her with Jenny as soon as possible. Emma relinquished the slippery, softening member, and licked her lips.
She scooped dribbles of cum from her cheeks, and licked her fingers like a cat with cream on its paws.
"It's amazing, I really do love the taste!" She said, smiling, dabbing the corners of her mouth daintily. John felt a wave of affection for this lovely thoroughbred innocent.
"You really are a wonderful young woman, what ever you do, never deny you sexuality, celebrate it, like we are doing now," said John, fervently.
"I'm so glad you chose me for your last fling, I love sex, many kinds of sex, I love to give women their deepest desires, and teach them what those desires may be. My friends... my special friends... are dedicated to the sensual side of life, where gender and morality are no bar to what ever is needed to satisfy or stimulate. We only do what we like, what we want, we never do anything our partner of the time does not want, but most of us want many things that are a little outside the norm. So...
anything you've ever dreamed of doing, if I like it too, we'll do it, if I don't like it, or can't do it, I probably know someone who can.!" He blurted, hoping he wouldn't frighten her with his little speech, but knowing he had to be utterly honest with her.
Emma sat quietly, thinking about what John had just said, realising it was some kind of sexual manifesto that she was being invited to subscribe to. She thought of the pleasure John's fingers and mouth had just given her, of the way she felt when she came, and then when he came in her mouth, of the things she had heard about lately that so intrigued her. A warm nugget of desire ignited in her belly. If she never did anything like this ever again, she knew she had to go all the way down her own personal sexual highway, at least once in her life! She looked at John with her dazzlingly dreamy eyes, a serious, but happy expression on her face.
"You can teach me, I want to learn... I want to feel the things your friends feel... I really do want to be wild, to be like I was when you just made love to me... or even more so," she told him.
John grinned delightedly.
"First of all, we could get nicely stoned, and then we'll just play with each other for a while, until,
something happens naturally," he said, with a twinkle.
Emma giggled, and made herself comfortable while John prepared a pipe of grass
.
They smoked the strong weed companiably, leaning against each other, enjoying the casual contact of their naked skin. The grass quickly took effect, making them feel soft and sensual and high.
"One of my friends left some of her toys here the other day, shall we see if there are any you like the look of?" John asked.
Stoned almost speechless, Emma nodded. John unzipped Jenny's bag of 'spares.' He did not dare show Emma the full contents of the bag, not yet anyway. He laid a selection of impressively large vibrators on the bed.
Jenny liked her vibrators to be cock-shaped, and preferably huge. Emma's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.
"Gosh... I've always wondered what these things we like in the...
not flesh!" Emma exclaimed, picking one up, and examining it.
She twisted its base, and it started to hum and throb in her hand. Curiously, she touched one of her nipples with the tip, and gasped as the tickling throb brought the pink aureole to acheing erection in seconds.
"Golly... not bad!" She ruminated, and began to run the machine over her body, shivering as it gave her goose-flesh.
John watched, letting her find out the attractions of electric love for herself. He switched on another vibrator, and touched his glans with it. It swelled instantly, and hardened within seconds. He touched Emma's inner thigh with the smooth shaft, and slid it slowly up towards her still puffy vulva. A little moan escaped Emma's throat. She carried on caressing her breasts with her own vibrator, and let her legs fall wider apart.
John loved it that she was so juicy. He would let her own lubricants do the work of vaseline - for now, anyway. He edged the glans to her pubic mound, and ran it over the slightly matted hair, just avoiding the labia. Another moan, louder. Emma felt the strange thrills of electronic stimulation making the juices flow inside. She found herself wanting to feel that thick thing up her, too know how it was to be filled by the buzzing length, to know how far it could go. She pushed her pelvis out further still, exposing herself with lewd intent. John teased the tip between those luscious cunt-lips, and pushed, gently.
Emma went soft and loose.
Her eyelids fluttered and she breathed "Yes... in me... make it go
into me.."
John was patient, he eased in a fraction at a time, so that the shaft became slippery before he tried a longer thrust. It was exquisite torture for Emma, she clutched at the bed, ran her vibrator over her squirming belly, gasped with each little increase in the penetration. When three inches of the shaft were glistening with female secretions, John started to try longer strokes, and with satisfaction, saw the big black phallus sink easily, deeper and deeper into Emma's oozing
honeypot. She was even juicier than Jenny, it seemed to flow from her in a slow, sticky stream. John moved and said
"Look Emma... see how you can take all this in your sex." Emma looked into the mirror, and saw eight inches of thick shaft sliding with liquid ease into herself. It looked astonishingly erotic.
"Now we'll try your bottom again," he said, conversationally.
"Oh please... I want it in my bottom," sighed the new-born hedonist.
John drew out the now slick vibrator, and ran in up and down, between Emma's sex and asshole, then he twisted the glans of the beast against the resistance of her tight bottom-mouth. It was such an easy victory, because Emma wanted it so much, and her body was so ready for it.
"AAAaahh!" Emma cried, her senses dazzled by the sudden sensation of something enormous entering her rectum, something throbbing, smooth, incredible.
John waited briefly, and then pushed, gasping along with her as inch after inch of the vibrator disappeared into a virgin fundament. The earlier reaming alone was not enough to have eased her ass this much. He had discovered a gem, a rare woman indeed. How Jenny would love her. How Jenny loved the deep women.... John let Emma feel the vibrator deep in her bowels, making her throb within with unbearably sweet sensations that only his own cock could improve upon. It was nearly time. He fucked her slowly with the phallus until she was groaning with desire, and then drew it out, lingeringly.
A moment later it was his own glans touching the slippery anus, nudging gently but insistently until with minimal resistance, the big pointed glans slid with slow grace into the sweetly stretching sphincter. She was so willing, her ass actually seemed to suck him in. He looked down into Emma's face, it was rapt, concentrated, filled with desire. He thrust with his hips, and inches of his cock sank into the hot, silken, clinging depths of Emma's rectum. It felt blissful. He smiled at her, and she bit her lip, wincing slightly, moving her bottom as he thrust again.
"It feels beautiful... I never guessed it would be like this..." she whispered, tears in her eyes.
"You've dreamed of being buggered, haven't you?" He said. Emma nodded, and gasped as he sank the last inch into her. Her bottom-mouth quivered around the hilt of his cock, his glans nestled deep in her bowels.
"I kept... reading about it... hearing about it... from subjects... it sounded so... wicked... so primitive... I was scared of it... people seemed to always say... how it hurt... but it doesn't... not like I thought it would... it feels... like fucking... .. but different... naughtier......" she panted, arousing herself more and more as she spoke.
John kept his cock deep, and readied himself. He was going to give Emma a ride she would never forget. He smoothly buggered her, relaxing her muscles so that he was gliding through her rippling flesh.
"Harder.. HARDER..!!" She begged him, throwing herself at his thrusts.
She brought her vibrator down to her cunt, and held it along the vulva, the shaft resting on her clitoris. John took it from her, not wanting her to come so soon. He had plans for her that included the vibrator too. He fucked steadily through her lust-rush, let her come back down, and then sped up as she went soft inside, watching his cock appear and disappear into her lovely flesh.
He took her up the ladder and down again half a dozen times, each climb staying a little higher, until she was so close to losing control, one burst would explode her senses. She was already learning to clench on him to increase the pleasure of friction.
Sometimes he just popped his glans in and out of the rubbery mouth, sometimes he leaned hard, sinking deep in one long swoosh, then grinding his groin against her ass, his cock rubbing those dark places far inside her. He'd never buggered a woman so instinctive to the pleasures of sodomy from the first instant.
Many had been surprised at how readily they adapted, but Emma surpassed them all. John could feel her trembling on him, could see her wet with perspiration, glowing all over with the joy of anal sex.
He picked up the vibrator, and switched it on to high speed. it whined wickedly. He held it just above Emma's distended clitoris, hovered it there so that she could almost feel it. She tried to lift herself up to it, but John held it from her still.
He teased her, touching her mound, the join of her legs to her torso stroking her belly with it, but each time it came near to her clitoris, the tip would lift and deny her the coup de grace she now needed above anything in the whole world. All the while, John's cock was nosing, probing, nudging, and plunging, relentlessly building towers of pleasure. Emma sobbed, begged and beseeched, her sex was awash, the juice oozing onto John's pumping shaft just below it. "Make me come... let me come... oh please... Pleeeeaaase oh John...Oh JOHN!!" She chanted. John watched her almost detachedly, this beautiful siren so close to her peak
"It's up to you now Emma," he said.
Emma looked at him with a look of surrender and complicity. She held his gaze as John took the vibrator, and pushed the tip between the swollen labia. He drew his cock half out, and then, with a cry of effort, he plunged the vibrator, and his cock hard into her urging, ravenous loins. Emma screamed, the sensation of being filled in both places at once destroyed the last of her tattered self-control. As John rammed his own shaft and the vibrator right up her, she felt billowing waves of orgasmic bliss so intense her consciousness seemed on the brink of vanishing, but it held, and she found herself in a rapture nothing could have prepared her for. She whimpered disbelievingly as the detonations convulsed her cunt and ass again and again. It took a long time to fade, because John kept timing his thrusts to trigger the amazing, squeezing, tormenting spasms. At last, limp as a rag, Emma slumped back, the pounding of her heart slowing its staccato beat to near normality.
Somehow, in the maelstrom, he had held on to his own orgasm, wanting to stay as in control of Emma's climax as possible. He was almost blind with lust, his cock acheing to come. He pulled it slowly out of Emma's ass, then the vibrator from the depths of her cunt. She sobbed as they departed. John crawled up her body, his cock dropping the first splashes of semen on her breasts. She was so spent she could only look at his cock with dazed eyes, and open her mouth slackly as it approached. A stream of semen leapt from John to Emma, landing in her mouth, leaving a silver stripe over her breasts and chin. The heat of it and the taste of it revived her a little. Her hands reached out and clutched him, pulling his gushing cock towards her mouth. Not caring where it had just been, she took him in, the feeling of his cock in her mouth somehow perfect after what she had just experienced. Her hands now held his buttocks, keeping him close so that his jism poured into her seamlessly. This time she found the rhythm of his spurts, and swallowed him steadily, her tongue pressing the sensitive underside, or plugging and un-plugging the bursting slit. It was unbearably sweet. He found tears coursing down his cheeks at the beauty and completeness of his summit. Emma lapped at him gently until every drop had gone, her eyes gazing into his with a wonder that he shared.
Part Two
"You are a truly remarkable young woman, Emma," John told her, as they lay together, embracing in the warm afterglow.
Emma smiled smugly, she knew in her heart that somehow she was a little remarkable. What she had just done would have been painful to many woman, distasteful to many more, but she had loved it, every second of it. She had found out things about herself in the last hour that would change her life forever, and for the better, she was sure. The reality of anal sex had beaten the fantasy into a cocked hat. John had given her an orgasm of such magnificence at the end that it still sent shivers through her each time her mind dwelt on it, or fingers neared her genitals. Their was a sort of satisfied heat in her bottom, a loose, languid feeling in her sex, and traces of salty sweetness in her mouth. With William, she always came, and beautifully, but with only very slight variations in intensity. With John her orgasms had been so different, so out of control. She was a different person with him, and she would be a different person with William because of it. She still adored William. The idea of him doing those things to her was going to grow until she had to find a way to make it happen. The idea of doing things to him, sucking him, drinking his sperm, that would not wait long.
It was going to be one hell of a honeymoon....
John could hardly believe his luck. What a discovery Emma was!
His only worry was that this would be as she had said, just a final fling before marriage. Somehow she must be persuaded to continue her exploration of the senses, even after marriage, if necessary. Perhaps her fiancee would also be a suitable candidate for enlightenment. It was worth considering, if it meant that the select band of sensualists to which John belonged would then include the lovely Emma. A plan started to form in John's crafty mind, but he would keep it to himself until Emma was a little further down the road herself. Emma remembered John promising that anything she wanted, he would do for her.
There was one thing, one thing that appalled and fascinated her, something that she just couldn't ask, not of a man, and as she wasn't gay, she couldn't ask it of a woman either, even though it was something surely only women could do to each other. One of her subjects had described it to her in graphic detail, setting off emotions of such tumultuous conflicts she had not had the nerve to interview the young woman again. Maybe, she thought, maybe she could tell John about it. He couldn't do anything about it, but to talk about it might help.
John saw the troubled look pass across her face, and wondered what it was.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He inquired gently.
Emma started, jumping slightly as her lurid thoughts were disturbed. She decided if she had to tell anybody, it would be John. He must have heard of it, he and his hedonistic friends.
"John.... someone... a lesbian I was interviewing... told me about how she and her girlfriend make love... she described it to me... how they... how they fuck each other... how they do it to each other... Oh God, it's so embarrassing... she told me that she loves it best when her girlfriend... puts her whole fist in her sex... and fucks her with it... It sounded so weird... so painful... but... She talked about it like it was the most wonderful thing... I could hardly bear to listen at first... but then... I... don't be disgusted please... I found myself getting sort of turned on... I must have a sick imagination, because I just couldn't put it out of my mind... I'm not sure I really want to try it... but I think I want to know about it... Have... have you heard about it? Have any of your friends ever done it?" Emma was bright red by the time she finished speaking, and John was having to be careful not to crow with delight. He adored Emma before her confession, now he could worship her.
"Emma, firstly, you aren't sick. Secondly, I'm far from disgusted. Thirdly, I have more than heard of it, lots of my friends have done it, many of them love it, and your interviewee was right, it is a truly wonderful thing. Another thing, you don't have to be a lesbian to enjoy it, just an open-minded woman, with the right physique, and the sexual appetite for it...
which describes you perfectly. Now, would you like to know more?"
Emma, who had prepared herself for the worst was astonished at the turn of events. It took a few moments to formulate a response.
"I don't know what to say... I suppose I'm glad that I'm not alone, that I'm not as weird as I thought..." "Look Emma, I know it's difficult to understand all these things," said John, reassuringly.
"I'll be open with you, I have been open with you. If you are honest with yourself, you'll admit that you want to know what it feels like to do it, either to have a fist inside you, or put yours inside another woman, or probably both. My friends love to fist-fuck, and in case you are wondering, I have done it myself.
I have fist-fucked women, and it is amazing, it is an incredible thing for lovers to do. I love doing it. I am good at it. If you like I can show you videos of how good it makes both participants feel. But Emma, darling Emma, I would love most of all to do it to you, right now!" John waited with bated breath to see how Emma would react to his vehement statement.
"Have you really got videos? I think if I see it, it might make my feelings clearer. I'm confused. It's all so much to take in.... Yes, show me how it looks, let me see a woman being...
fist-fucked... so that I can really believe..." Emma stammered.
John kissed her softly. "You are remarkable, very remarkable.
I'll show you a tape that will help you make your mind up. And remember, I'll never do anything you don't want me to." He told her. He got off the bed, and led her into the sitting-room. He switched on the tv and video, and selected a tape from the cupboard. The room was so warm they could curl up on the sofa naked. They smoked a joint, and Emma's heart pounded nervously as she waited for the images John had promised.
John had picked a tape made a few months before at a select gathering organised by Jenny. Also present had been John's cousin, Diana, who had a strange and remarkable career, and a young actress, Julie Sims. Diana was a sex-therapist, of a very special kind, she was thirty-three years old now, and until she was twenty-eight she had only ever had sex with her husband, how that had changed... she was as taller than Emma, with small pointed breasts, a big, muscular ass, a Louise Brookes bob, and a girlishly innocent face. Dianas boyfriend, Fritz was there as well.
Emma had never seen pornography before, nothing explicit. The sight of the naked, genuinely aroused lovers stimulated her immediately. The tape had been edited down to the scenes of intensest pleasures being taken and given. It was only a couple of minutes before Jenny was starting to use her hands on Julie and Diana's well lubricated sexes. She entered them from behind, as they knelt on the floor. Fritz had been the cameraman, and he had done rather a good job. John watched Emma as much as he watched the screen. He saw her bite her lip and wince as Jenny screwed her hands firmly, back and forth, sinking them almost simultaneously into Diana and Julie's bodies.
"See... it's really not that difficult," said John. "You took four of my fingers earlier, and I know you could have taken more," he continued, rubbing her mons insistently while she gaped at the sight of Jenny's hands sliding through the distended vulvae again, and this time going wrist deep. John moved behind Jenny. He lubricated his hand. Emma swallowed hard.
"Are you going to...." she croaked.
"Yes, I am," John replied, letting his fingers stroke the exposed lips of her sex, and finding them slippery and swollen.
Fritz had cut back and forth from Jenny's face to John's hand, and it's inexorable advance into Jenny's welcoming sex. It was why he had chosen this video in particular, Jenny's facial expressions were of such sexual fervour that none could mistake them for anything else. Nor could the cry of "Fill me with your fist!" possibly be misinterpreted. Emma gaped, breathing harshly as she watched John's big masculine hand slowly twist and turn, enlarging Jenny's cunt sufficiently in just a few moves to slide the thick knuckles through the tight noose, and into the dark heat. Jenny and John synchronised strokes. The three women moved as one organism, swaying back and forth, each pinioned and stirred by a hand in their sexual centre.
"It is beautiful, isn't it," Emma blurted, mesmerised by the rhythm and grace of it.
"I'm so glad you can see that," John said gratefully.
"I'm ready now," Emma husked, as the shot returned to John's hand now fucking smoothly in and out of Jenny's cunt, popping through the noose ever more easily, while Jenny writhed her hips in wildest appreciation.
From a drawer in the cabinet beside the sofa, John took a tube of lubricant. "Now, open your legs nice and wide, and let"s see how ready you are," he concluded, getting down onto the floor, between her trembling flanks. He could smell the funky female odours, see the redly swollen labia protruding from the moist bush. He squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto his fingers, and ran them up between the fleshy lips, making Emma shiver slightly with desire and anticipatory fear. She glanced at the screen for re-assurance.
Jenny was just pushing her fists into Julie and Diana, twisting them once, twice, and then sinking them. It looked crazy, but utterly sensual. She looked down her body to where John was now parting her vulva with three fingertips. Emma was the first woman John had tried to introduce to fist-fucking before already being de-flowered by female hands. It was a delicious challenge, but Emma was an exceptional young woman. He loved the feel of her, the warm, trusting, smooth-fleshed lushness, the wet readiness of her sex. He was able to push the three fingers in quite easily, and after only a minute or two introduced his little finger too.
Emma felt the four inside her. They were comfortable, big, sexy, but not in the slightest painful.
"More...!" She found herself whispering.
John enclosed his thumb in the four fingers, and began the serious task of widening Emma.
Using the special twisting, scooping thrusts, John was able to slowly but surely bring the distending vulva further and further over his fingers. Emma helped by instinctively tensing and relaxing her vaginal muscles, and pushing into the deepening thrusts. She was panting between held breaths, perspiring from excitement and exertion. Her head was high from grass, her loins heavy with sex, she was wanting it, yearning for it, to fulfil that till now forbidden fantasy. She remembered the woman who so casually and dangerously introduced the idea to her in her office. Helen had been solidly built, dykey, but attractive, and now Emma was going to join her in lust. Her sex got tighter and tighter, and twinges of near-pain made her gasp and twitch.
"It's going beautifully.... you're opening for me... it looks magnificent... just a little more... just a little and I'll be in you... It'll be yours..." gasped John, almost delirious with joy at the incredible way Emma seemed to adjust quite naturally to every challenge.
To John one of the wonders of the world was the sight of a new woman opening to his hand. His cock bobbed, poundingly erect once more between his legs, his hand made the careful half rotations at Emma's gaping maw, his fingers sought purchase within, trying to pull the rest of his hand through, he was straining her further and further, still with gentleness, feeling the natural reluctance of her body to open to him, but wanting her so much, and knowing from her urging hips that she wanted it as much or more than he did.
"I've got something that can make this easier!" He said, suddenly inspired.
Why hadn't he thought of Amyl Nitrate before? He had used the drug a lot at one time, but now he just occasionally used it to help bugger extra tight bottoms, and a couple of his girlfriends loved sniffing when he fisted them. With his free hand he fumbled open the drawer of the bedside cabinet, and took out a small brown bottle. He unscrewed the cap, and leaning forwards, he put the bottle to Emma's nose. Her eyes were shut, so the first she knew about it was a pungent chemical odour that had something familiar about it, something wicked to do with clubs, and sex. She had sniffed Poppers just once before, at a party, and not enjoyed it, partly because she was falling down drunk, and the drug nearly made her pass out. She knew its reputation though, and when her heart started to pound like a trip-hammer, rather than object to the unasked for drugging, she suddenly knew it was right, it was time.
"Do me now... do me with your hand!" Emma gasped.
"Good girl... well said," grunted John, and after giving her a few seconds for the drug to take effect, he gave his hand a long, steady, swirling, twisting, thrust.
They both cried out as the big man's slippery hand plunged through the suddenly slackened vulva, deep into the heat and moistness of her cunt.
For a few moments Emma was totally bewildered by the strange new signals her body was sending to her brain. The sensation of stretching membranes was unbelievable, almost tearing, and yet somehow irresistible. John kept his hand almost still while Emma panted, her eyes frightened yet fascinated as she looked down her body and tried to see the evidence of her penetration. John very gently turned his hand from side to side, slowly, exquisitely reaming her, caressing her cervix with long, clever fingers. He watched her vulva ripple and expand as he pulled a little way out, he saw with pleasure how her hips lifted instinctively to let him thrust back in.
"If you feel it starting to hurt too much, you can ask me to stop... or try another sniff of Amyl Nitrate," John advised her, hoping she would opt for the latter option, because he could feel such potential in this girl, such sensual hunger lurking in her sweet middle-class soul.
He smiled to himself when he thought about introducing Emma to Jenny, she'd really make the sparks fly, if Emma could be persuaded to try making love with another woman. Emma lay back on the pillows, and let John explore her, trying to stay relaxed, gasping and shivering occasionally as his hand set off tremors in her womb. Already she was starting to wonder if she could ever go back to a conventional sex-life. She loved William so, how could she tell him what she was now capable of?
She looked at John, his tall figure laying between her thighs, his left arm moving steadily back and forth, stirring her her deeper as her cunt grew used to him being there. The initial pain was almost gone, leaving a heat, a frictive glow that swelled in her loins until she was writheing uncontrollably. She tossed her head gasping as he suddenly and swiftly scooped his fingers into a fist. She stared at him wildly.
"I've got a fist inside me!" She whimpered, delighted and shocked.
She felt fuller than ever.
"Yes you have... my fist... and I'm fucking you with it," John husked, giving truth to his words.
He decided to take her to the top, while it was still so good for her, so that she would remember it for the ecstasy, not the discomfort. He bent his head to her groin, his tongue extended to a sharp point. Emma watched it descend, breathing harder, panting in anticipation. He flicked the tip of her distended clitoris, lightly, teasingly, twice. Emma jolted from the starburst of rapture, so near to orgasm, that flamed through her.
"Do you like me licking you... do like my fist inside you?" He asked, his voice acquiring a sudden steely tone. Emma's very willingness was bringing out the teasing streak he usually kept concealed from new lovers.
"Y..yes.. its... wonderful!" Emma affirmed.
"Please... I want to come now... make me come... please make me come..!" She cried.
John grinned. He denied her. He waited until the trembling had lessened, and gave her clitoris two more swift flicks with his tongue. She jolted again, and John felt her cunt start to clench. He stilled his thrusts, and waited, only the sounds of their breathing breaking the strange silence. When he started to thrust again, Emma seemed deeper and looser than before, and John had the pleasure of seeing her vulva clinging to his wrist.
He fucked her back to near her peak, paused, flicked her clitoris for a third time, torturing her delightfully, playing a game of control with this wonderful new lover. She started to beg him.
She was yearning for release, her whole body tingling sub-orgasmically, while he just laughed and pressed her down onto the bed as her hips rose in supplication. Nobody had ever toyed with her like John did, egging her on to wilder and wilder acts, making her want the perversest pleasures, and now making her plead for them.
"Tell me how it feels," John said, merciless now, but careful too. He was going to make her come very soon, but Emma didn't know that.
"I'm so full... it's impossible... it throbs so... my... my cunt is burning up... Oh you've got to let me come!" She wailed desperately, twisting this way and that to try and get the extra degree of stimulation she needed to climax.
"Hush now... slow down... enjoy this... you only have a first time once..." he told her, pushing her down again, and restoring an even rhythm.
Whining a little, Emma obeyed. John built the rhythm, lengthening his thrusts, until his fist was pulling at her vulva, and pushing at her cervix, his knuckles close to exiting at each withdrawal. He sped up, churning her glorious cunt into a quivering jelly of electric nerve-endings. Emma felt the growing ball of fire in her sex, the licking flames of mad desire engulfing her, and this time she sensed it would happen for her.
She clasped her hands behind her head, and arched, flexing and relaxing her buttock muscles so that her cunt gripped John alarmingly. He looked at her, genuinely shocked at her instinctive knowledge of fist-fucking, and promising himself a return trip at the earliest opportunity, he lowered his head for the last time, and sucked sweetly at her bursting bud.
Emma erupted into an orgasm of searing intensity, her cunt squeezed and shuddered manically on John's pumping fist, gripping him hard around the wrist, holding him in very deep. The spasms ripped at the shreds of her old life, leaving her past sex-history in tatters. The bliss of the aftermath left her in a dreamy swoon, during which John unfolded his fingers, and with meticulous care, drew his hand from the exhausted girl-flesh. As he popped through the tight rim, Emma let out a little yelp, and had another spasm. Then she sought John's enfolding arms, sobbing with gratitude and shock at what she had just done really sank in.
John waited for her to calm down before pressing her to deal with his rampant prick. Her soft eyes met his even before he asked, and she slid down the bed until her mouth was at his glans. John felt her warm breath on the oozing tip of his shaft, and then the flicker of her tongue worming into the eye of it.
He groaned, and abandoned himself to her tenderness. She drew him into her mouth and suckled him soothingly, making him sigh with joy as she tongued the dome, and pressed the sensitive underside. "My balls - don't forget my balls," he moaned, a trickle of pre-cum rising from him onto her eager palate. Emma swung round so that she was between his legs, She buried her head in the fork, and to a gasp of delight from John, she sucked first one ball, then the other, popping them in and out of her mouth, sucking them until they twinged with near-pain, and then leaving them cupped in her hand, which gently tugged them as her lips returned to the pulsing rod of manhood. Even as she dived down his length, he felt his cum rising. Emma felt it too, and decided a little revenge was in order. She slackened her lips, removing the stimulus at the penultimate moment. She paused, grinning inside as John moaned with erotic despair. When she judged he had calmed down enough, she tightened her lips around him, slid them as far down towards the base of his shaft as she could. She sucked up the length of him, her cheeks concave with the vacuum. Three times like that, and John was at the brink again. "YES... Oh perfect... yes... now eat it... it it all up!" He croaked hysterically. Emma loosened her mouth and stilled her hands again. Lifting her head for a moment, she looked deep into his eyes. She saw the lust there, the awesome desire, the terminal need. Feeling oddly merciful, she flickered her tongue under his glans, where it was most sensitive, and as thick drops of his juice oozed forth, she lapped them up. She felt his eyes on her as she took him in her mouth again. She held his gaze as she pulled his foreskin right back with one hand, and tugged at his balls with the other. She felt the trembling start again, and this time she sucked, her hands squeezing and pumping until John roared. The first spurt broke like tidal wave on her tongue.
Emma kept him in her mouth while he came, swallowing rhythmically as the juice poured forth, this time not losing a single drop.
As the spurts weakened, she sucked harder, drawing the sperms from the very core of his sex. He watched her sit up, and swallow the last mouthful, then she smiled, and her teeth had a pearly sheen of semen.
John pulled her down onto himself, and kissed her, his tongue tasting his own seed, his hands resting on her beautiful bottom.
They fell asleep for a couple of hours, and when John awoke, Emma was gone. The scent of sex still perfumed the air of the bedroom.
John prayed fervently that Emma would return. On the table by the phone was piece of paper with a telephone number written on it in a clear curling, feminine hand. John punched the air with delight. He had won again. Married or not, Emma would call, of that he was certain.
To Be Continued...
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