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E030: Pearl Fourteen

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Emma and her Professor continue on with her enlightenment

Emma is flushed as she says goodbye to the Bank President.  Why does she feel wet between her legs?  She is not interested in him at all, but something about his asking her out stirs something in her.  It has been so long since someone asked her on a date.  What is between Donald and her does not includes that.

She hurries to check that the new garage door works and pulls her car into the garage.  Leaving it open so Donald can park on the other side if he chooses.

Back inside she finishes getting things ready and runs upstairs to check her makeup.  Feeling a little vain, she likes the flush that adds to her look right now and unbuttons her blouse another button.  Smiling she returns downstairs and sets glasses, ice and the liquor on a cart she moves to beside her couch.

She is ready, and it is almost four o’clock.

oOo

Finishing his work and having too much of Emma’s mother’s diary on his mind, Donald packs the suitcase with the outfit Emma will wear tomorrow for her spa appointment and to come back to his house.  He changes, and in a weird feeling of it being so right, he dresses in one of the suits of Emma’s father she has given him.

He does look very dapper in the dark gray suit, pale pink shirt and silver tie.  For what is ahead for them tonight, Donald feels like this is what he should be wearing.

Driving to Emma’s house, Donald’s mind churns with the story of Charlotte’s first visit to this house, and he finds himself getting very aroused. 

This won’t do.

A block from her house he drives around and around a block calming himself as best as he can, so it is shortly after four when he finally pulls into Emma’s drive, back to normal, almost.

He smiles as he sees the garage door open for him and pulls in beside Emma’s car.  But he wants to see the house how Charlotte first saw it.  He takes the suitcase and walks to the front door and rings the bell.

oOo

Emma inside is getting anxious as the time ticks past four o’clock.  She smiles to herself a little wondering if her Professor should be disciplined as she had been for being late.  That passes quickly from her mind as she cannot imagine him ever in such a position.

She hears the bell ring and calms herself so to be able to walk to the door in a composed state.

Her heart melts as she sees him standing in her doorway in the grey suit.  It takes a second to realize what it is, and then a smile spreads over her face.

She welcomes him in, and as soon as the door is closed, and the suitcase set down, he swoops her into his arms and kisses her passionately.  Everything from his reading and longing for her all day overtakes him and he cannot help himself.

And being here.  When he releases her he looks around the living room and into the dining room and understands Charlotte’s disappointment when first seeing it.

The furniture is of the finest quality, but it is so imposing looking.  Especially for a young woman in the seventies as Charlotte had been.  But even more, how restricting for Emma to grow up in.  What was Edward thinking to bring his daughter up in such an environment?

Emma shyly shows him around the house, and when they reach the kitchen the aromatics of the wonderful dishes she is preparing for him assault his palate.  He hugs her and tells her it all smells wonderful and that she should not have gone to the trouble, but he is so pleased that she did.

Emma blushes deeply with pleasure for these compliments.  She tells Donald, “Dinner won’t really be ready for another hour.  Would you like to see the rest of the house?”

He smiles at her and seeing the door to to the garage at one side of in the kitchen he goes to it, and opens the door to press the button to close her new garage door.  Then he tells Emma to lead the way.

On the way to the stairs, she stops first and asks if he would like a drink.  When Donald agrees she makes one for each of them, and as they carry them, and Donald the suitcase, they climb the stairs to the second story where the bedrooms are.

She quickly shows him down the hall, her parents’ bedroom, which does so intrigue him, the extra rooms and bathrooms and finally her bedroom.  She stands shyly in the doorway as he enters before her and puts the suitcase on her dresser.  Where she always puts it.  Then she remembers he has probably seen it there when she has performed for him.

Donald opens the suitcase and takes her outfit for tomorrow out and hangs it in the closet and puts her undies away.  Emma just stands there, drink in her hand watching him mesmerized.  He then takes a book from the suitcase and goes and sits on the side of the bed, putting his drink on the nightstand.

Donald pats the bed next to him. Emma to come to her senses and sit next to him.  As she does, she lifts her glass to her lips and takes a sip.  He takes the drink from her and sets it beside his.

He opens the book which makes Emma gasp.

“Emma this is a book of many different sexual positions I want us to try with each other to find which is the most satisfying for us.  They really are broken down into ten basic different positions with variations.  You have mastered two of them already, but I would like you to begin to learn the others.”

As Emma looks at the diagrams and drawing on each page and the paragraph describing what to do her eyes widen more and more.

“Let’s get undressed Emma, we are always so much more comfortable that way,” Donald says as he turns to her and begins to unbutton her blouse.  He smiles to himself again as he realizes she has unbuttoned a couple for his arrival.  He helps her stand and takes her pants down, panties off and bra finally.  Yes, his lovely Emma is before him again.

Emma carefully takes his suit jacket from him and lays it on the cushioned bench at the end of her bed.  The same with his tie and shirt.  Then she kneels before him and takes off his shoes and socks before undoing his pants and lowering them and his boxers off him.  Her subservient position as she does this for him stirs Donald in a way he could not have imagined.

So like her mother, is all he can think.

He pulls her up beside him again and as they sip on their drinks, they look through the various positions.  Emma’s hand soon finds her way to his thigh caressing it, then on to his cock and balls to bring it to fruition.

Donald feels the rush running through him by her touch and it is in a husky voice that he asks Emma, “Would you like to try one before dinner?”

She just nods her head agreeably and points to the page now open. 

It is of a woman straddling a man on top.

Donald could not be more pleased.

He moves up on the bed, on her pastel flowered bedspread, so appropriate he thinks and lays on his back.  His cock by now is pointing straight into the air.

Emma climbs over his legs and positions herself over his crotch.  He runs his fingers up and down her slit and feels how wet she already is.  She takes his cock into her hand and does the same with it, wetting the glans. 

Then she positions it under her, and presses down, down, down on it.  His cock is up in her to his balls.  He feels them rubbing against her taint and crack as she presses even more down on him giving out a gratifying moan.

She only bounces up and down on him a few times before he feels her clenching at him with each stroke.  It feels so wonderful for both of them.

This way Emma is feeling him far up into her, and Donald feeling her legs pressing to his side makes for her to have a tight firm hold over his cock as they rock together.  They speed up and then slow down, even to her just holding him tight within her before the next wave washes over them.

On and on they go.  It seems like hours from the passion they are feeling, but it is really less than a half hour before together they cry out and cum in a cumulation of explosions between them.

Emma falls to his chest and he strokes her hair and kisses her forehead.

“That was a very good start, Emma.  You do seem to learn each new thing so easily.  You are a joy.”

Hearing that, Emma almost swoons with the praise.  She kisses Donald deeply and then composes herself saying that dinner is probably ready.

They rise from the bed together and she leads him down the hall.  At the bathroom, he makes a quick detour and grabs a towel which he wipes himself with.  And then Emma’s drippings as they start down the stairs. 

She goes to the kitchen to get the food.   He puts the towel over her seat to protect it and opens the bottle of wine sitting on the table.

Dinner is more than he could have anticipated.  They spend it chatting about their days.  Her, about the workers, the auction house, and finally about the Bank President’s visit about the money.  Her excitement of the day is infectious, and Donald feels this glow wash over him as he listens to her happiness.

Why is she affecting him this way?  He no longer cares, these feeling coming to him are all something new that he has never experienced before, and he is relishing in them too much.

He tells her about the next entry in her mother’s diary about the home and furniture.

Emma is a bit quiet when he tells her this and he wonders if he should have.

But then she laughs, “I should have realized.  She was always telling me to be so careful with it all, and when I accidentally made a scratch in my dresser she was fit to be tied.  I should have realized it was a love-hate relationship with this whole house for her always.  My father made sure she had every convenience for her, but never would consider changing anything, even the colors of the walls.”

“This convinces me, the furniture will have to go, but even before that these rooms need to be brightened up with a new coat of paint.”

Emma’s decisiveness about this arouses Donald when he sees that she can take charge of her surrounding now with authority.  It is a side he did not think he would be able to obtain from her.  As long as she is willing to bend to his will, it is important that she stands for herself when it matters.

Feeling this desire running through him, Donald stands, picks Emma up, and as her father had done with her mother before her, carries her in his arms up the stairs.  At the top, he hesitates for only a second before he turns and carries her into her parents’ room and bed.

She gasps when she realizes where she is, but Donald is quickly between her legs, lifting them to be bent, flat against his chest as he thrusts his hard cock into her already wet pussy.  She lets out a whimper of pure lust.

This time it is fast, hard and animal-like as they clench against each other in the moment of passion as they work closer and closer to the pinnacle, they both so need to reach.  Feeling Emma crush against the sides of his prick Donald cries out in lovely anguish.  Emma is panting so under him as he tries to lower to kiss her, but the passion of the moment overtakes him.  Feeling her this new way under him, and being here in her parents’ bed, a sense of taboo surrounding the, they both climax quickly.

The after rush running through them both makes them shudder against each other in happiness.

Donald pulls Emma to him as they calm their breathing and holds her tight.

Barely have they gotten their breaths back again, but Emma moves down between his legs and begins to suck his glans and stroke his balls and shaft.  It does not take much encouragement from her to have him hard and stiff again. 

Donald does wonder what spell Emma is casting over him for him to be so ready so quickly in such a short span of time.  He doesn’t care, it is all too wonderful for him.

Hard now Emma slides up between his legs, Donald on his back.  She maneuvers his hard cock to lay on her slit with her thighs close together between his spread legs.  She works her way up to having her arms rest on each side of his chest and he feels his cock finding its way without directions into her now tightly held pussy and vag. 

She squeezes her legs tight together so to hold him in her so nicely and he just begins a slow up and down thrust from under her.  They take it leisurely to make this go on and on this time.  Her legs clamp together over him making the tight opening into her spellbinding.

Yes, this time it is a very unhurried and fulfilling fuck they enjoy together.  Feeling each other reaching a peak but bringing each other down from it to rise again and again.  When finally, he cannot hold back any longer, he pulls Emma to him to kiss her over and over as the cum spills out of him up into her cunt, filling it fully.

Donald realizes that Emma has not cum this time, so when he pulls out of her, he rolls her on her back and bends between her legs to lick and suck her clean and bring her to that ultimate state too.  Her panting and moaning tell him he is hitting the right spots as she shudders hard, lifts her back and cries out.

Only then does he move up to lie beside her again.  Both are speechless by now and can only smile goofily at each other. 

Donald kisses her forehead and tells her he will be right back.

Donald hurries downstairs to get their glasses and the bottle of scotch, but there, he sees the remains of their dinner on the dining room table and quickly clears it all away, so Emma does not have to confront it in the morning.

When he returns upstairs with the glasses, scotch and ice he hears her in the bathroom filling the tub.  He walks in to find her on the side of the tub, an old claw foot one, waiting for it to fill.  He smiles at her, fills their glasses, puts them on the windowsill by the tub and helps her to climb in the tub in front of him. 

The warm steaming water feels so good on them both.  He takes his time washing her all over as she lies back against his chest.  In between, they both sip their drinks.  He keeps leaning and kissing her neck.

Finished and dried, they return, as if it just seems right, to her parents’ bed.  She pulls back the covers and they climb in together.  Pulling her close to him, her back to his chest, his now once again hard penis sliding into her wet slit, they lie this way for a bit, and then he slips inside her to take her from the back and side. 

Again, it is just a slow, leisurely dance they complete.  The tide rushing over them is now mellower but just as enjoyable.  Often in this waltz, they stop and just lean together some, enjoying the feel of being so together before slowly starting to press and release again.  This wonderful interlude last for over an hour before both feel the rising tides and need to release.  And as they do, but in a milder way than earlier, they just sigh together and moving closer together to finally fall to sleep.

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