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They awake in the morning with Donald still inside of Emma. He has softened some but their closeness through the night did not cause him to slip out. Realizing where he still is, he begins to press in and out of her, faster and faster, making her juices to begin to flow. She is a little dry on waking but realizing Donald cock is still up in her, and his initial thrust makes her wet quickly.
They both now need to cum quickly, the slowness of yesterday was wonderful, but now the need for a quick release and climax is called for. Emma throws her upper leg back over Donald’s thighs and leans forward for him to thrust up deep into her. She moans with pleasure with each stroke of his cock in her.
It is a quick union, after holding him in her all night, the combined lust that developed as they slept is front and center right now.
Push after push Donald beats against her, his balls banging against her ass. He moves his fingers to her exposed ass hole and begins to play with it, making Emma scream out in delight. She grabs a pillow and holds it to her face as she realizes that the windows are open for the night breeze and someone could hear her.
Donald laughs at her for her concern and presses into both her lower holes. Emma is in ecstasy and comes quickly her muffled scream of joy come out from the pillow.
Donald does not let up and in minutes he feels his balls fill and begin to unload, and as his sperm shoots up in Emma and he moans from the release, a muffled scream again comes from the pillow and Donald knows Emma is coming a second time.
He pulls out of her. They both feel the emptiness after him being inside her for over eight hours. But they both know he will be back there soon.
Emma throws on her shift again, and Donald his short and they make the trek to the rest area. As they do, they look around and see the beach is almost deserted. The holiday weekend is over, while some had stayed for the fireworks last night, they must have all pulled out at dawn, or before, to head home to return to work.
Donald knows they should be back home by tomorrow, but his first class, the morning one is having their finals and being proctored so he does not need to be there. He does need to be there for the class at one o’clock as it is its final lecture. So, they could stay an extra day and leave tomorrow morning by ten. Depending on Emma’s Wednesday schedule.
When he asks her, she tells him that she has no meeting scheduled due to the holiday weekend, so yes, let’s stay for another day.
Donald is so glad, as he really is enjoying being here with Emma, and is not ready to return to the different life they have at home. Though he does wonder if that will change now too.
They go back to the van and put their suits on. Donald does so like seeing Emma’s nude body as she changes. And she looks lovely in each of the bathing suits he bought her. It had been fun shopping for them last week. He will never tire of picking out women’s clothes to dress someone in. And now he has a doll, no a wonderful woman, which he can dress in outfit after outfit.
He envisions one day when he would hold Emma on his lap as they search for new outfits to buy for her which will show her off in all her glory. Emma pulls him from this daydream as she asks if he is ready to hit the beach.
It is rather funny how more confident and open, and fun, Emma is here at the beach. Is it the water, the warming sun, the fresh breeze, or what that makes her more outgoing than she ever has been in her life?
They head to the shoreline, there are hardly anyone around today, on the beach or in the water. Blanket spread they rush to the water. The built-up energy which led to the need for sexual release this morning now is needing something physical. They swim out to their sand dune and back closer to shore, and back again. They do it five times in all ending at the sand dune panting.
Somehow, they match each other’s strokes as they swim, and unspoken they both understand the need for several laps before stopping. They stand on their special sand dune just looking at each other as they catch their breath. They both feel so refreshed from the physical excursion.
Emma steps close to Donald and puts her hand down the front of his swimsuit and after just caressing his glans a bit, takes his shaft in hand and begins to jerk him. Donald gasps at the sudden forwardness she is displaying.
He loses no time in putting his hand down the front of her bottoms and begins to play in her slit. They lean close together as their fingers play against each other like little fishes under the water. No one can tell what they are doing, not that there is really anyone around.
They moan at each other as each hits the right spot and rhythm. For the first time, they just stare deeply into each other’s eyes as they do this. Monitoring each other’s reaction to each stroke they make. This in itself is taking them to a different plane.
And, Donald acknowledging that Emma is who is locking eyes on him and will not look away no matter how close to orgasm she is approaching, realizes she is teaching him something sexually charged again.
To stare at each other as you work your way to the climax, not looking away, adds something so personal to the experience. And then he begins to understand Emma, and the world she is opening to him. Not sexual, intimacy. Something he has never experienced before, or a thing the Institute has ever taken into account. What fools they have all been.
And staring into Emma’s eyes, with her jerking him so well, he explodes, more intensely than he ever has. He sees her smile at him as his cum surfaces and floats on the water. They both laugh.
Now, still staring into Emma’s eyes, Donald increases his efforts to bring Emma to the cusp too. And it is not long with his fingers up in her vag and thumb polishing her clit. He reaches his other hand behind her and plays with her asshole, entering her just enough that she arches her back and cries out in total contentment.
She reaches up and kisses him, still staring at him, then her head drops against his chest as she tries to recover.
“Emma, how is it this weekend you are the teacher, opening a very different sexual world to me?” Donald asks her as he puts his arms around her and hold her tight.
“What do you mean?” Emma asks.
“Glazing, unflinching as we both climax, that was amazing. I would never have thought about that,” Donald answers her.
She just chuckles a little as she catches her breath. “Do you think we can make it back to shore after that?” Emma ponders.
Now it is Donald’s turn to chuckle and says, “Let’s try, but we might need to go at a slower pace.”
And so, side by side, Emma and Donald leisurely swim to the shore, and on to their blanket.
Dried and now both lotioned they lay on their backs to enjoy the sun rays beaming down on them.
After several minutes of peaceful silence between them, Emma commented, “Donald, the story you started about your life in the car Sunday, is there more you would like to tell me about it? What was it like living with your aunt? Were you happy? And at school, you say you had such a leadership role, how did you achieve that wonderful accomplishment?”
Donald revels in Emma’s questions for some reason. She seems so interested in him, his life, and her questions are so attuned to what he had told her. He found himself realizing that he did so want to share more with her, explain how his life was until he met her.
So, Donald backed up a little and tells her more about his childhood as they laid side by side, holding hands, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
My aunt was very kind to me, and I realize now she loved me very much. After my parents died, when I was first home for the funeral, she stood by me stoically the whole time. I did cry then a good bit, but never really have again in my life. And she just comforted me. I know now, she was truly suffering also. She had lost her brother who she was so close to. They were actually twins. And the sister-in-law she cared so much for and who had been her best friend.
But she never let her suffering show, only her concern for me. Realizing this now, I feel so bad that I was not kinder to her, but I was so wrapped up in my own loss.
Emma squeezes his hand to comfort him.
She wrote to me at school at least twice, sometimes three times a week inquiring about what I was doing, my likes and dislikes. Again, I now feel bad telling you this as I would only write back every week or two.
But it was funny, answering her questions from her letters, I opened to her more than I did then with anyone else. And when I saw my room when I arrived that summer, seeing that she had listened, and understood everything I had written in a haphazard manner I was rather overwhelmed. But again, I did not fully show her my appreciation.
That first summer I spent with her, first, at the house, where she had fixed up my room so nicely for me with everything I liked, then after just a week or two at the house, we went to Provence Town on Cape Cod for the summer. That is where I learned to swim. I spent most of the summer in the water and on the beach there.
My aunt owned a cottage there and we settled in. A few days later a friend of hers arrived who spent the summer with us too. The three of us had so much fun together, and most nights after a day at the beach I fell asleep early.
It was only years later, when the friend was always around, even staying at the house when I was home for holidays did I finally comprehend that my aunt was a lesbian, and the friend was her lover, who actually lived at the house too. That first summer my aunt had sent her away until I was settled.
All this I came to understand as I grew, and the friend did become a second aunt for me. Both did so care for me, and after meeting, the friend wrote to me as much as my aunt did while I was in school.
I think they both knew that things were not all peachy and cream for me there the first few years. I stayed a bit of a loner, though would interact with others when studying together or talking at meals. Eventually, they all seemed to accept me that way.
But then when I returned my freshman year of high school, I had had a growth spurt and filled out some, and the summer in the ocean for almost every day there did build up muscles. The football coach noticed immediately, and while in junior high, I showed a comprehension of the game and some skills, now he wanted me on the team.
I agreed and soon was the quarterback. We did have four winning seasons while I finished my basic education. By my junior year, I was captain of the team, which lead to my brigade leadership too. I had a high status now.
And Emma I am beginning to realize that is what started my rather arrogant ways. It was rather heady have such clout, and with the rest of my background, it was easy to take on that role.
Donald does not know why he just said that, but there is something in telling Emma his story he is gaining insight into himself too. And wants Emma to like him as a person, and realize she is changing him in some way.
No, he still wants to be dominant over her for the most part, but he wants her to know he will be that way for her, but in a kind way, cherishing his pet he has found. His jewel. That is all he can think of Emma as now.
My aunts were there for my high school graduation, drive so to pack all my things from seven years there to take home with us. I was the second highest in the class, so there were honors to be bestowed on me. Both were so proud of me.
And when we returned home, they gave me my graduation present. The jeep. I did not know how to drive yet from being at school all these years, but in the summers my aunts had occasionally let me drive their cars with them beside me to learn.
I was told I had two weeks to get my license, so I could drive myself to Cape Cod this year. They had signed me up for classes, and I did pass my driver’s test at the end of the second week.
Packed and ready to go, I put the top down and had the headiest drive of my life out to the end of Cape Cod, the ocean breeze blowing over me as I drove myself for the first time.
All was right with the world. I would be going to Harvard in the fall but had a summer of freedom, and the ocean to swim in ahead.
And then my first downfall. At the beach that summer, as every summer before, there were many girls and even older women sunbathing. I never really paid that much attention to them until that summer. And only because a woman in her later thirties, though lovely, approached me.
She would make sure, while I was in the water, to set herself up next to my towel. She started to chat me up from the start. Before long she invited me to visit her at her cottage for a drink in the afternoon.
Never being with a woman before or have any woman or girl pay any real attention to me – remember I was at an all-boys school – I was flattered and agreed.
She was a married woman, but no children, here for the summer with her husband only coming out on the weekends. She fixed us cocktails when I arrived, and we sat on her couch. She was sitting very close to me. After we chatted as we finished our first, rather strong drink, she rose and brought a second to enjoy.
When she sat down again, she turns towards me, turned my head and kissed me more fully than I imaged possible. Oh, I had kissed a few girls at school dances, but never this deeply.
“Donald, I want you,” she tells me.
I was aghast, but to finally lose my virginity to a knowledgeable woman, I was ready. So, I just nodded my head to her.
She took me into the bedroom and undressed me. Then herself. She was rather well preserved was what I thought at the time. Which yes, I know is rather rude.
Emma laughs at this statement, and while there is a part of her that does not want to hear about Donald’s sexual romping, she realizes that she is dripping so hard hearing this latest part of his story that she wants him to continue.
Having me sit on the side of the bed, she lowered herself to her knees and took my glans into her mouth. I almost came immediately from that. Never even having sex with anyone and for it to first begin with someone sucking me. Amazing.
Needless to say, it took only seconds for me to be hard as a rock. She just looked up at me and smiled. She pressed me back on the bed and climbed to be astride me.
A woman had me inside her suddenly. I trembled all over feeling that as she pumped against me. I am sure I was a horrible lover, but she seemed not to care, or that I came within a minute or two. Her wild abandonment of having a cock or anything up in her seemed to take her to a different plane.
Perhaps, at that moment, as I lost my virginity, I realized how sex could be a source of self-esteem and want to study that concept further.
Throughout that summer she would come to the beach next to me every weekday as I swam and tanned. It became a pattern, at three we would go to her cabin and fuck for an hour or so. I would be back at my aunts’ cottage by five for dinner and the evening with them.
Weekend her husband was there, and I, with my aunts, would see them together in town. It was a rather lustful summer. Never to be again as she wasn’t there in summers to come. I always did wonder about her some.
In the fall I arrived at Harvard, where my father, grandfather, and who know how many before them had attended. Yes, I was a legacy student. I had not known what I wanted to study before the summer, but with my experience now under my belt, I did want to understand individuals’ and social interactions.
I majored in psychology and sociology to understand those concepts of the world more. And found more and more classes which dealt with the sexual side of things, well as much as Harvard would allow.
I furthered my studies with a masters at Cornell and a Ph.D. at Dartmouth College. The years at school, the summers with my aunts. They were so dear to me in the way I could handle. The summers at the coast, relaxing after a hard year of studying. Them so encouraging, telling me how wonderful I was. Yes, Emma, that has also led to how I view myself.
Emma leans and kisses Donald at that confession of his. He is so opening himself and letting her know so much about him now. And he is rather cute telling all this like a young boy suddenly understanding himself.
Which is what is happening to Donald. As he spews all this out to Emma, he is beginning to get some self-realization about how his life and he has been for over forty years. And remembering his aunts now, and how they must have loved him so, brings tears to the corner of his eyes.
And Emma seeing them form, after kissing him, lick and kiss them away. What is this woman who wandered into his life? How can she be so wonderful and understanding and all he has ever desired sexually?
Donald realizes his desire for Emma right now has reach its pinnacle, they can no longer be here at this moment on the beach. The rest of his story will have to wait, he needs to be safe inside her in moments. He feels himself hardening so.
Donald grabs Emma’s hand and pulls her up. Screw their stuff here on the beach right now and rushes her to the van. Inside he tears her swimsuit from her while pulling his down, and before Emma can fully comprehend what is going on, has her on her back on the bed and him up in her.
He is home.
And in that moment Donald’s world totally shifts, some. For a time suddenly, he is no longer being the detached, analytical person with no real feelings. Just his caring for this wonderful woman that somehow came into his life.
But, Donald being Donald, as he rams into Emma, satisfying his longings, this, for now, passes away again. Yes, he does so need to be up in Emma, feeling this different sensation with her that he has never experienced before, but after they both climax, he pulls himself away again.
Is it because he gave so much away to her? Is it that he is still not ready to open himself to someone else, no matter how much he wants to? Everything this weekend has been perfect, but he never has had or expected perfect, so it is so beyond his comprehension.
A sorrow runs through him then, but he can not yet change who he is. Could he one day?
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