EDUCATING EMMA
A collection of five erotic stories
Edited by Miranda Forbes
Published by Accent Press Ltd – 2010
ISBN 9781908086037
These stories have also been published in
Whip Me 9781905170920
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Contents
Educating Emma Kristina Wright
Discipline Sommer Marsden
The Catnip Club Cathryn Cooper
Yellow Decadence DJ Kirkby
Heels, Stockings, Girdle, Bra, Face Jeremy Edwards
Educating Emma
by Kristina Wright
Art is my passion, my reason for living. I hold degrees in art and psychology and I have been teaching at the School of Contemporary Arts for three years. Art is my calling, but psychology allows me to look into people’s souls and discover their deepest desires – and how to fulfil them.
I was halfway through a promising spring semester with a gifted group of young freshmen, all girls and one uninspired boy. They were awe-struck by me, though I wasn’t much older than them, and one girl in particular caught my attention.
Emma was a natural beauty, fresh-faced and truly innocent, with none of the artifice the other girls possessed. She wore her dark hair long and her face was delicate and fine-boned, requiring no make-up to enhance her flawlessness. She was also a gifted artist, capturing colour and light in such vivid detail as to render it nearly photographic.
I was standing behind her one afternoon, studying her sketches from a previous class. Her hair smelled fresh and clean and, unlike the other girls who preferred low-slung jeans and belly-baring T-shirts, she wore a simple pink cotton dress and sandals. She was innocence incarnate and I felt a little rush of power, knowing that the young woman would soon be writhing in naked, lustful abandon before her classmates – and her boyfriend.
The boyfriend, a sad-looking young man named Danny, chose that moment to interrupt my daydream.
‘Uh… Ms Wentworth… I was, like, wondering – ’
I sighed. ‘What is it, Danny?’
‘Um, I kind of need to leave early because I have to see my allergist.’
The boy was unworthy of such a beautiful, luscious creature as Emma. She, unfortunately, didn’t seem to realise it. She smiled at him, completely enamoured by his pimply skin and scrawny body. I didn’t understand the attraction. I’d heard the other girls talk about the couple and how they hadn’t yet slept together because Danny couldn’t get up the nerve to entice her into bed. It didn’t surprise me. It was unlikely Danny would ever have sex unless some woman took pity on him and made the first move. Emma, lovely and sensual as she was, wasn’t going to be that woman.
‘Today’s class is of the utmost importance,’ I said with disdain. ‘I really must insist you stay for the duration as missing this class could seriously impact your grade and your continued enrolment in the program.’
‘Well, uh, I… I’ll stay. I’ll just be late or maybe I can call at the break and reschedule or something…’
I left him babbling and walked to the front of the class.
‘As some of you who have taken previous classes with me know, this is the point in the semester when we turn our attention to live model drawing.’
There were a few hushed giggles among the girls.
‘For this class, you’re not required to draw, but simply to observe and, perhaps, participate. Observation, of course, is the artist’s greatest asset, far more important than any brush or canvas. Participation is the artist transcending the art to become performance art. Observe and learn.’
As I finished speaking, the door to the classroom opened and two young men entered. Both were dressed in jeans and white T-shirts, and I knew from previous experience that neither was wearing underwear.
‘We’ll begin by studying the male form,’ I said. ‘As I’m sure you will agree, Carlos and Ian are fine examples.’
I glanced pointedly at Danny, who blushed uncomfortably. In contrast, Emma glowed with excitement.
‘Gentlemen,’ I said, gesturing to the centre of the room. ‘Please undress.’
Carlos quickly stripped off his T-shirt, revealing broad shoulders and rock hard abs. My pulse quickened as he unsnapped his jeans. Ian followed suit and, in a few short moments, both men were gloriously naked. I admired their bodies only cursorily, more interested in Emma’s response. She looked back and forth at the two men, as if comparing them, her gaze lingering on their long, thick cocks. I’d chosen the men for their endowments as well as for the beautiful contrast between Carlos’s olive complexion and Ian’s fair one. Their bodies were different as any two bodies will be and it was this I wanted to impress upon my students.
‘Carlos, if you would be so kind as to stroke yourself to erection,’ I said. ‘Students, please make note of the differences in shape and colour between a flaccid penis and an aroused one.’
Carlos fisted his cock as requested, until it was hard and thick. I could hear the appreciative gasps of the girls in the room, including Emma. I smiled.
‘Now you, Ian. Please show the students how the male form can differ, even in arousal.’
Ian followed Carlos’s lead, bringing his cock to its full, erect glory.
‘They’re so gay.’
It was barely a whisper, meant only for Emma’s ears, but I heard it.
‘What did you say, Danny?’ I asked the question so sharply that all eyes turned to me, which was no small feat considering there were two beautiful, naked men in the room. ‘Do you care to repeat that comment for the rest of us?’
Danny blushed. ‘Um, no Ms Wentworth.’
I tapped my stiletto heel on the concrete floor. ‘No? You don’t want to announce to the entire class that you think our invited guests are gay? Well, I was going to ask for a volunteer to demonstrate the many interesting variations in the human body, but I think your rude, disrespectful comment has earned you the job.’
Miserably, Danny stood and went to the centre of the room. He was flanked by two impressive, naked men and ringed by a group of his female peers who didn’t seem to know whether to laugh or take the whole thing seriously.
‘Undress, Danny,’ I commanded.
‘Ma’am?’
I sighed impatiently. ‘In order for us to compare the anatomies of male bodies, we must actually see the male bodies.’
This raised a twitter of girlish laughter
‘I can’t… I mean… c’mon, Ms Wentworth,’ Danny whined.
‘I told you this class was important to your grade,’ I said. ‘I emphasised it quite succinctly, yet you’ve chosen to disrupt the class, insult our guests and push my patience to the edge.’
‘I’m sorry.’
I went on as if I hadn’t heard him. ‘You have two choices. You may undress and serve as a model for the class or you may leave now and fail the semester.’
Danny was on scholarship and a failin
g grade would mean losing his financial support. I was betting he would stay and I was right.
He began to undress and I had to look away because the sight of him stripping off his baggy yellow underwear was too sad for words. He stood between Carlos and Ian, covering his genitals and looking horrified by his predicament.
‘Good. Now demonstrate how your – um, attributes – differ from Carlos and Ian’s by arousing yourself.’
Danny shook his head, as if it was a question. I glanced at Emma, who stared at Danny as if she’d never seen him before. Her sexuality all but oozed from her pores and it made me sick to think of her giving herself to Danny. She deserved so much more than anything he could do for her.
Danny opened his mouth as if to protest, but then closed it just as quickly. He quickly stroked his penis, but it simply refused to get hard.
‘Never mind,’ I snapped. I scanned the other students. ‘Now, as you can see, the human male form comes in many shapes – and sizes.’ I grimaced faintly as I stared at Danny’s puny penis, ignoring the giggles as I went on. ‘The female form, by comparison, has its own peaks and valleys, slopes and shadows. Would anyone care to volunteer?’
I had only one young woman in mind to undress, so I ignored the two or three hesitant hands that went up and turned my attention to Emma. ‘Emma, you seem to be the most comfortably dressed, perhaps you’d care to volunteer since your body won’t be marred by unsightly clothing marks?’
I’d expected her to resist, but she surprised me. ‘Of course, Ms Wentworth.’
I heard a grunt of protest from Danny, but I ignored it. This was what I had hoped for and it was working out exactly as I had imagined.
Emma stood beside Carlos, a faint blush in her youthful cheeks. She quickly removed her dress, revealing full, luscious, bra-less breasts and sheer pink panties.
‘Beautiful,’ I breathed. ‘Simply stunning.’
Danny looked around Carlos to see his girlfriend. His gaze wandered down her body, pausing briefly at her large breasts before lingering on the dark triangle of pubic hair visible through her panties. He stared like a starving man and I detected the barest twitch of interest in his slug-like penis.
‘Danny, are you getting an erection standing between two well-endowed naked men?’ I asked sharply.
The boy positively glared at me. ‘No! I’m looking at Emma!’
‘Ogling women is not a part of this class, Danny. How would you like it if Emma stared at you?’
Danny’s head drooped.
‘Emma, would you please remove your panties and give them to Danny?’ I said, gently.
Emma didn’t hesitate. The wispy panties came off and she held them out to Danny, who stared at the sheer fabric as if it was a snake.
‘Put Emma’s panties on, please.’
‘No!’
I was growing tired of Danny’s rebellion. ‘You are wasting our time. If you wish to stare at Emma as if she were here for your own personal pleasure, than you will have to endure the same sexist treatment. Put the panties on.’
Danny took the panties from Emma and put them on, his half-hard penis a sad lump for the entire class to see.
The girls giggled and pointed, making hushed comments about Danny’s small penis compared to that of the two men.
‘Ian, would you and Danny please move aside?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ Ian took Danny’s arm and pulled him next to me, the two looking like a before-and-after set of pictures.
‘Carlos, please take Emma in your arms to demonstrate the subtleties of skin colour and muscle tone.’
Carlos held his hand out to Emma. For the first time, Emma hesitated. I could see the flush in her cheeks and knew it was at least as much from excitement as it was from embarrassment. She looked to Danny, her expression pleading. The coward dropped his gaze and Emma looked to me instead.
‘It’s all right, Emma,’ I said softly. ‘You’ll enjoy this, I promise.’
She smiled, seemingly comforted. ‘OK, Ms Wentworth.’
‘Good. Now Carlos, if you will manoeuvre Emma to show the other students how the human form can be manipulated for artistic purposes.’
I was careful to emphasise the word ‘artistic.’ I didn’t want Emma to think this was anything but an assignment in live model studies.
Carlos wrapped his arms around Emma’s waist from behind, so that his powerful forearms supported her heavy breasts. There were oohs from the other girls, no doubt because they could imagine what it would be like to be held by Carlos, to have his thick penis nestling between the cheeks of their asses.
Emma gasped, no doubt feeling that very thing. At first I thought she might pull away, but she only settled deeper into Carlos’s arms – and against his cock.
‘Good. As you can see, Emma’s smooth, porcelain skin provides a very exciting contrast to the ripples of Carlos’s muscles and his olive complexion,’ I said. ‘Can you imagine what a challenge it would be to capture such contrasts on canvas without minimizing either’s natural beauty?’
A few girls nodded, the rest were mesmerized by the image before them.
I pulled Emma’s stool to the centre of the room. ‘Why don’t you sit down, Carlos? Then you can support Emma more easily.’
Carlos sat, his erection appearing longer and thicker from having been pressed against Emma’s tight bottom, and once again extended his hand to the young woman. She took it without hesitation and nestled between Carlos’s legs, facing the class.
‘Excellent. Would place your arms behind you so we may note the curves of your body in comparison to the angles of Carlos’s shoulders and thighs?’
Emma did as I requested, her eyes going wide as her hands made contact with Carlos’s hard cock. This position thrust her breasts forward and her hard, pink nipples presented a delectable sight. With a nod from me, Carlos trailed his hands down the front of her chest until he gently cupped her breasts in his large, tanned hands.
The young girl gasped, but she didn’t pull away. It seemed, in fact, as if she were doing something behind her back. I smirked. The little minx was stroking Carlos’s cock, hoping no one would notice.
Carlos began rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting them until Emma began squirming and moaning.
‘Very nice,’ I murmured.
I glanced at Danny, who stared at the scene with a mixture of anger and envy. His erection poked from the top of Emma’s panties, threatening to rip the thin fabric. He realised I was looking at him and started toward the embracing couple as if he intended to pull Emma away.
‘Ian, would you please restrain Danny? I’m afraid he can’t control himself.’
Ian grabbed a resisting Danny and pulled his arms behind his back, mirroring Emma’s pose. ‘Watch it, little boy. Don’t forget, I’m gay. I might decide to fuck you if you don’t play nice.’
The girl closest to me said, ‘He might like that.’
Several girls nodded in agreement. Danny immediately stopped struggling and stood there quietly in his girlfriend’s panties, watching her being fondled by another man.
‘Good, Danny,’ I soothed. ‘I think you’ll appreciate the next part of this presentation.’
Carlos was still pinching and squeezing Emma’s nipples and she made no attempt to pull away. In fact, she rested her head on Carlos’s shoulder, thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands.
‘Oh, I wish that was me,’ one of the girls said. ‘You love it, don’t you, Emma?’
Emma nodded, lost in sensation.
When I realised Emma couldn’t take it any longer, I nodded to Carlos. ‘Put her on your lap.’
He easily lifted the girl onto his lap so that her legs were on the outside of his and she was spread open. A collective gasp went up from the class at the image they presented: Emma straddling Carlos so that her pink, glistening pussy was poised just above his massive erection.
‘Now, ladies, this is the moment where life becomes art. Imagine how you would capture su
ch a scene, what strokes you would use, what colours you would blend to achieve your desired effect,’ I instructed softly. ‘Carlos, you may do whatever you feel would be most effective in demonstrating this lesson.’
Around the room, a dozen pairs of eyes were riveted on the two naked forms in front of us. We held our collective breaths while Emma shifted impatiently, anxious for what only Carlos could give her.
‘Please,’ Emma whispered. ‘Please.’
Carlos reached around her narrow waist and stroked the delicate folds of her engorged pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed as she gasped, pushing against Carlos’s exploring fingers. He slid first one, then two, thick digits between her tender folds and she moaned.
Next to me, Ian said, ‘Don’t you wish that was you, little guy? Don’t you wish you were playing with your girl’s puss right now?’
Danny whimpered pathetically and I almost felt sorry for him.
I expected Carlos to substitute his throbbing erection for the fingers in Emma’s pussy, but the horny young girl surprised me. She reached down between her spread thighs and stroked the thick cock that was so close to her pussy.
‘Please,’ she said again. ‘I need this. Please.’
Carlos obeyed the minx’s wishes and covered her hand with his. Together, they guided his cock into her juicy cunt, stretching the lips wide with the meaty head. She gasped and grunted, her large breasts heaving, as she took him inside her. With excruciating slowness, Carlos’s cock slid into her inch by impressive inch, until she could accommodate no more.
With his arms under her thighs for support, Carlos spread her wide on his cock for the entire class to see. He then lifted her up, his cock emerging from her cunt, glistening with the evidence of her arousal. The girls gasped appreciatively and I knew every pussy in the room was wet with desire, including my own.
With incredible restraint, Carlos carefully and slowly lowered Emma back onto his cock until she was once again impaled. Sweat glistened on his brow and I knew he was dying to fuck the girl hard, fuck her like no man had ever fucked such a beauty.
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