The Secret Lives of Emma: Beginnings

by Walker, Natasha

  Till now Jason’s self-belief had been fuelled by academic and sporting successes and physical prowess. Because of this his position in the school hierarchy had been secure. He was left unmolested by more mature boys in his year, boys who had girlfriends or whose main concern was sex, or at least their concept of what sex was. They regarded him with a slightly mocking eye but his skill and strength had kept him from being openly derided. It was an all-boys’ school, and he was far from the only virgin.

  Jason’s rapid sexual development was recognised by no one. His obsessive masturbation, his spiralling and distracting fantasies and his relationship with his neighbour were secrets of which he was ashamed. He would not boast of masturbation, he would not boast of Emma even though he detested secrets. He was a straightforward young man and a loving and obedient son but he was far from stupid and recognised the need for discretion and was learning quickly that life was anything but black and white. Pleasures brought with them some pain and much responsibility. But he was still unsure. He had much to learn.

  Emma’s lesson was continuing. The newly formed man was in flood. The pleasure wrought by tongue, hips, legs, hands, warmth, hair, wetness and her body’s weight and that of her desire for him had burst the narrow banks of his youthful experience. Like the buoyancy one feels on entering the sea, Jason was lifted bodily by enrapturing sensation. Had Emma stopped, Jason would have gone to bed exhausted and slept without the need to masturbate.

  But Emma did not stop. The woman was far too excited. She was finding the youthful flesh, the fresh salty taste of it, the scent of vibrant, bursting life too much for her. She sought to release him.

  Earlier that night she’d not thought of being so accommodating, but what of it? She kissed his stomach, lifting her pussy from his throbbing cock head and sliding it along his thigh. His stomach flexed under her kisses and she ran her tongue across his tensed muscles. Her thrusting had not stopped, she pressed hard against his thigh with her hips. Finding no satisfaction she wriggled still lower till his knee fit snugly into her wet and messy region and she began, unceremoniously, to hump the boy’s leg.

  As her excitement grew, as her own orgasm evaded her, she found her focus was more and more centred on what was hidden by the unattractive boxer shorts Jason was wearing. They were wet and clung to him and in the moonlight she could see his erection jittering.

  Jason’s head was back and his eyes closed, his hands were still in Emma’s hair but were caressing rather than possessing her. The boy moaned unrestrainedly and seemingly naturally.

  How was Emma to resist? With her face up against his shorts she began to lift them. She ground against his knee and wished David would come out and fuck her too.

  She saw for the first time the tip of Jason’s cock. Her mouth was so close to it. She breathed out and blew hot, moist desire directly onto it. Reaching up, she rubbed her hand all over his stomach and chest. Her wicked tongue licked her lips and, as she brought her mouth to him, this wicked tongue darted out and licked the underside.

  This action closed one door and opened another and caused Jason to awake from one dream and to enter another. He raised his head and saw Emma’s head over his groin. She glanced up at him. The look in her eyes was nearly enough to cause the reaction she was working for.

  Jason had seen many sides to Emma thus far but this debauched siren was new. She had had her taste. Suddenly these eyes were lost to view under a cascade of dark hair. She lifted the shorts still further and dragged them down slowly.

  The full length of his shaft came into her view. She loved it at first sight and readily accepted full and immediate ownership rights. Finders keepers. It was longer and thicker than she had imagined and she gripped it tightly with her left hand. It pulsed dramatically against her palm. She had little restraint, and contrary to art, contrary to expectation, took the full length into her mouth.

  The boy moaned as never before and Emma thumped fiercely against his knee. She expertly swallowed the entire length and breadth of his warm shaft, sucked hard and then released.

  Slowly, very, very slowly, and with all the pressure her tongue could muster pressed hard against his shaft, she raised her head. The boy’s hands gripped her hair unmercifully and she felt him push her back down. This she readily assented to, but before he had time to acknowledge her acquiescence she was pumping that cock like a cheap pornstar.

  The boy’s hands fell from her head and clutched at the cool grass, ripping up handfuls. Emma’s head bobbed up and down, sucking deep and long but releasing it just as quickly. The boy thrust his hips dangerously and Emma received the first warm gush. The scent was thick and burst into the air, and into her nostrils.

  She continued sucking him and received another larger spurt and another and another till the boy became deathly still. The taste and its warmth, not forgetting the sheer volume, delighted her. Emma sucked on regardless. She knew what she was doing. He remained hard as she sucked and she was delighted to witness Jason beginning to tense again.

  She’d banked on the virility of youth and she found she was not to be disappointed. Soon the boy was gripping the grass once more. She took him in and out faster and faster, sucking harder and harder. Her pussy was throbbing and she was going mad with her need to be fucked, truly, meanly, cruelly fucked but she would not do it tonight. She sucked and thumped herself against his knee and was unable to climax.

  The boy had no such trouble and soon Emma felt him tense and the second orgasm was wrenched from him. More come erupted into Emma’s waiting and willing mouth. And again the boy died. But his cock, under Emma’s constant attentions, showed no sign of failing her.

  It was always a battle with her between the desire to be fucked and the desire to suck.

  Many men, her husband included, took a long while to recover after one of her blow jobs. She liked to tease older men and make them fall completely under her spell. But all the energy that she built up in them, and finally released, knocked them around so much that they were as good as gone to her afterwards. A fact she was at once proud of and somewhat irked by.

  But now, she had a partner she could suck and suck and suck and still fuck, if she so wanted to.

  The cool air had begun to chill Emma but she had no desire to stop the fun she was having. She reached across with her other hand for the spare blanket and managed to drape some of it over her back. She was very much inclined to disregard, once again, her self-imposed order and climb up on board his lovely cock. His knee was not nearly as exciting as she imagined that shaft to be. But she also wanted to show this delectable young man to what lengths she would go to take him to levels of pleasure unheard of in his narrow experience. Unheard of, indeed, in many a man’s wider experience. Emma knew where her talents lay.

  Jason lay prone, unable to move, speak or think.

  But his cock was full of life, it seemed to grow in Emma’s tight grip.

  Emma was feeling excessively possessive. She had never been with someone so young, she had rarely been with men under twenty-five. She usually found nothing sexy in young men. Older men, men who could lead her somewhere, men with pasts, men with money and freedom and that confidence only age can bring. But these men brought with them experiences quite different from this one. They brought with them imagination, eroticism and fabulous, fabulous technique, but they could not match the resilience of this young man.

  Emma suddenly realised the full potential of this lover. All her ideas concerning Jason had been vague. She had thought idly of teaching him. But now she saw what benefit to herself this education might bring. She imagined a young man, she imagined this young man, and his cock, equipped with a brain full of exceptional learning. Technique coupled with youth. Mmmm, her mind bubbled over. It was even more difficult to restrain herself. She yearned for his cock to fill her up. But … But …

  She took him back into her mouth, deep-throat, banishing selfish desire in favour of the long-term benefits good planning could bring.

  She was no
t so benevolent this time around though. She actually ached for release. As she sucked she snuck her hand underneath and began to fuck herself, pushing four fingers and a thumb in. She liked to do this when her whole body seemed to have crossed over some line and thought itself unsatisfiable. The shock of so much entering into so little was like a slap and usually rebooted her whole system.

  Jason hadn’t stirred and as she fucked herself she slowly and gently sucked him, holding him in her mouth.

  She began to feel rising within her that sweet potential which is the harbinger of delight. Her mind was playing and playing and playing. Wicked thoughts enhanced her actions, as they always did. In her mind Jason rolled her onto her back, kissed her passionately and fucked her slowly and deeply.

  In her mind Jason turned her around and bade her to sit on his face while she sucked him.

  In her mind she was calling her husband down and in her mind he did and beat and fucked them both.

  In her mind Jason woke from his stupor and forced her onto her knees, grabbed her hair in his hand and took her like an animal.

  In her mind Jason’s mother caught them and Emma orgasmed loudly on being seen as she really was.

  In her mind Emma was quite disturbed! But then … aren’t we all?

  SEVENTEEN

  The moonlit night was still and silent. The great gum above them barely stirred in the most breath-like of occasional breezes, no insects buzzed at the lovers’ ears, and the distracted two would not have heard the very slight sound of the wave-lets against the sand on the beach far below. The suburb slept soundly, or appeared to, for the blue flicker of TVs could be discerned here and there.

  The only disturbance to be found was that sound made by our lovers. The hungry Emma growled and the recovering Jason moaned. Emma’s hand had done its work, she was back. Her whole body shuddered to a familiar beat. She knew the road she was on but this didn’t make the journey any less pleasurable. Her fingers were covered in the very wetness of her lust and she slid them over and around her lips, dipping now and then deep inside her but finally, after much teasing, they came to make circles on her demanding little clit.

  Jason was recovering from the initial shock of what Emma had willingly done to him. He still lay back, eyes closed and inert but his mind was becoming clearer. He was close to tears of gratitude and love when he realised what she had done for him. It was a foolish response, he immediately thought, but the feeling bubbled up in him regardless of his male conditioning. He wanted to kiss her and hold her, he wanted to own her. His thought, My Emma, was the summation of his feelings.

  Of course, his education had prepared him for such events. It came to the rescue with the truth. According to The Young Male’s Guide Book for Life such behaviour was relegated to whores and sluts, of whom, the authors assured their readers, they had had much practical experience. Apparently, no decent woman would take a penis into her mouth. This indubitable understanding of the subject was in sharp contrast with Jason’s own personal experience. But then the great book did not discourage such behaviour, not in the least, it actively encouraged it.

  Intelligent and sensitive young men have much wrong information to overcome. In fact, all men do but only some seem willing to test the veracity of their knowledge; the others repeat the same nonsense to their peers, students and sons.

  Jason was becoming aware, as the last few days will attest, that much of what he had previously known was to be discarded if he was to become the lover he now sensed he wanted to become. Creeping up on him was a new knowledge and this was not a slim one-volume affair, as was the case with The Young Male’s Guide Book for Life. This new knowledge was boundless, and its volumes would fill the largest library many times over and would still remain unaccounted for in its entirety. This new knowledge was real life. The baffling enormity of human experience, and the abundant minutiae of human relations where the known is as daunting as the unknown, was now before him. It was for him that moment when we realise we are ever Life’s student.

  Poor young Jason was just recovering from his first experiences of oral sex and was still experiencing Emma’s magic mouth – all the wonders of the world were crashing down upon him. But there were worse moments to have this realisation. He might have been alone and the weight might not have been borne. But he was not alone, he was at his most powerful and this weight was of little consequence, he managed it marvellously well.

  Emma had been waking him, strengthening him, with each of her considered and most artful oral attentions. She was expert in the art of cock sucking. Her practical knowledge was extensive and she had stored within her memory many and various techniques to tantalise, tease and torment a man, to those oft-neglected pleasures only reached by toiling across the broad, dry plain of hopeless frustration.

  The skilled sexual artist knows that each and every lover is unique and has needs different to all others and to achieve excellence takes time and much new learning. Emma knew that with Jason she wouldn’t achieve that greatness only time can account for, but she would be able to take him out of himself and land him newborn upon the world. Such was her confidence.

  All the while, sweet, sweet innocent Jason thought the tryst was ending.

  Jason was wide awake and yet his eyes remained firmly shut. Emma could feel, as she played with him, thrills running through his flesh. He was becoming aware of every one of Emma’s tiny ministrations. He lay quietly now, no moan, barely a breath and his body was tense. Thrill after thrill shuddered through him uncontrollably. He was not aware of what was happening. He felt all these things but this was so unlike anything he had experienced that he thought no more of it than that it was amazing. He thought she would raise her head at any moment and crawl up to him and kiss his lips. He wanted her to. He wanted to thank her. He wanted to take her into his body, somehow. To make her him.

  Emma was quite lost in the moment. The brilliant stars millions of miles above them, the cool night air, the soft, moist, fragrant grass, the dark windows she knew to be behind her, the sleeping giant upstairs, the lovely young man beneath her, his wonderful, beautiful cock in her hand, in her mouth, in her hand, in her mouth and her other wicked hand playing, playing, playing, around, over, and on her clit, all mingled in mind and body, in sense and feeling, building a tower within her, which, when it had reached too high would come crashing down and send her mad with each wondrous, crushing, sensual blow.

  When we think of Emma we remember her habits, one of those being her inclination towards postponement of pleasure in the greedy hope for more. Emma was determined to take Jason places unknown to him but she was just as determined to take herself to places unknown to her. She was capable of much at once. Hers was an instinctive sensuality tending towards outright greed. It was this greed which made her good, for she not only desired more for herself, she wanted more for others. She always wanted more.

  So when she felt the tower wobble and incline towards pleasurable destruction, she removed her hand and the whole edifice vanished. The foreman stood by the foundation, dumbfounded but not defeated, he would begin the work again, cheerfully and with much vigour.

  Jason’s mind wandered off slowly, pleasure and expectation each taking a hand, leading him on a merry jaunt, keeping him distracted, while Emma played greedily with his body.

  She had begun to stroke the length of his shaft slowly with her saliva-covered hand, her grip tight, like the boy’s own would be, heedless of injury, and was all the while using her mouth on the underside of his balls. Sucking and licking his testicles, teasing his anus with her tongue, kissing and nibbling the upper reaches of his thighs. There was great timing to this, each stroke coincided with one of her forays below. She managed the boy’s delight cruelly, for though she kept him hard and the thrills continued to shudder, she restrained his growing orgasm, treating him with contempt, holding him, bound and gagged in the basement of his growing tower. Such contempt is often a necessity when one is aiming high.

  Emma’s senses wer
e flooding, her towers kept growing and growing, faster and faster, as the taste and smell of his come, still on her lips, on her hands, in her mouth, aroused in her primal, beastly, subhuman longing. She wanted so much for herself. Why couldn’t David come down and fuck her? Why couldn’t he sense her need?

  But then the fear that he might do so stole her breath from her. Just imagine how the scene would appear from the window. From the kitchen door. Emma’s arse raised, fingertips visible between her legs and her head buried in a man’s crotch. And out in the open, on the lawn, completely nude, with no respect for her husband or the neighbours. Just imagine the look on her drowsy, confused and cranky husband’s face when he discovered who it was she was with. Would there be disgust? Would he finally crack? Jesus! Emma, you’ve gone too far. It’s disgusting. You’re perverted.

  He probably wouldn’t be able to speak. He might just turn around and leave.

  Emma shuddered and her latest tower rocked heavily from side to side. The rocking became so perilous that the tower was forced to behave contrary to the laws of gravity for although it swayed dramatically it somehow managed to return, and Emma almost lost her mind.

  She had removed her hand but Jason’s scent, her fears and her husband’s disgust were doing more than her fingers ever could. The tower would not crumble though. Her tolerance was draining from her and this tottering orgasm tower was such that the pleasure she received was becoming unbearable.