John, Emma, & Sabrina

My name is John and I am a sophomore at a well known university in Phoenix Arizona. In the fall semester, I took a course in philosophy and met an attractive student in that class. Her name was Emma and she was from England. Most of the guys in classes were hot for her. She was tall with long legs and long black hair but her face was rather plain. I think it was her accent that excited us the most. Emma was very nice and sociable with everyone in class although she turned down most the guys offer to go out.

Emma and I seem to have some connection. Through discussing class topics, helping each other with papers, and having a common love for Jazz, we developed some sort of friendship.

There was an old Kansas City jazz musician playing for one night at a club near the university and Emma took up my offer to see him play. We spent the evening drinking and listening to great old jazz while finding out more about each other. I found out that Emma lived in a small studio apartment on Mill Avenue and taught dance at a local studio. It provided enough money to supplement her scholarship and pay her way back home for the summer. I was surprised to find out she was older than I was. Emma did not look like she was 25 and she was surprised to learn that I was 20. After the performance, Emma invited me to have a nightcap at her apartment. It turned out to be a very long and pleasant night between those long legs of hers.

Emma began to spend most of her time with me when she wasn't involved with college or teaching dance. I was in love with her and thought she was the most fascinating and complex person I had met. She seemed to have this rare quality for influencing and directing people without being overt or domineering about it. One weekend I invited Emma to my house for dinner.

I still lived at home with my mother, Sabrina. During the course of the evening, my mother grew very fond of this English girl I was seeing. My father had died the previous summer and while Sabrina was left financially well off, she had not made a new life for herself. Emma convinced her to take up dance as a way of getting out and meeting new people. Emma taught dance with all ages at the studio and there was a tap class for mainly women in their forties.

My mother joined and absolutely loved the class. She seemed so much happier and was starting to get over my father's death. Emma was very kind and exceptionally patient with her. Emma learned more about my family. I have two older brothers who are not at home. One is probably a career military person who is in the Middle East right now and the middle brother who was never a good person is having a career at the state penitentiary.I was the youngest of the brothers and my mother's favorite.

As Emma's trust in me grew, she confided some very personal items about herself to me. She loved to smoke pot which was really no big deal for this campus and that she was bi. It would turn out that Emma was more sexually liberated than I could imagine.
One day in class, she asked if I would stop by the studio that evening and see her home that evening. The studio was not far from the campus and her apartment. I didn't have that much to do that evening and I walked to the studio around seven. Emma was surprised to see me arrive so early but I asked if I could hang around and watch her teach the dance classes. She seemed pleased and I enjoyed watching the practices. My mother's class was first and they were not bad at the tap routines. Mom was surprised to see me and I talked with her for awhile after her class ended. We must have talked for a half hour while Emma was teaching a class of five to seven year olds.I kissed my mother goodbye and she left.

Before long, the group of giggling little dancers rushed around me to leave the studio as Emma began her last class of the evening. It was a group of teens from about 14 to 20 who did a variety of different dance styles. These were the kids who started dancing young and stayed with dance through high school. I could see that Emma enjoyed working with this group the most and they needed very little guidance. It was as though they danced with Emma rather than being instructed by her. The time flew by watching them and before long; they were putting on their sweats over their leotards and spandex tights and changing their shoes. Emma left the group and came over to me.

"Have a good time?" Emma smiled.

"I really enjoyed watching everyone dance" I said, "I had fun. All done for the evening?"

"Yes, just need to tidy up a few things and I'll be ready to go" she said.

I watched her walk away and admired her butt cheeks moving side to side inside her black dance leotards. As I watched her glide around the studio, speaking with students and then the studio owners, I still wondered why she wanted me here? Emma was speaking with one student as they both slipped on some sweats over their dance outfits and donned tennis shoes. They picked up their designer gym bags and walked over to me. The girl walking with Emma was a petite blonde with her hair in a pony tail.

"John, this is Linda," smiled Emma, "She is going to hang with us for awhile"

"Hi" say Linda rather shyly

"Hello" I said back, "I saw you dance tonight, you are very good."

"Thanks" was all she stammered back

"Linda's mother asked me to do her a favor" said Emma, "She has to work late tonight and asked if Linda can be with us until her mother can pick her up. That OK with you John?"

"Sure" I said as the three of us exited the studio and onto the street. Mill Avenue was getting busy as college students were visiting the shops and cafes. It was around nine and dark in the evening but the street lights
and neon shop signs gave the evening a cozy illuminated glow as we strolled towards Emma's apartment. Occasionally we stopped to look into a shop window or chat with a student we knew passing by. We walked about eight blocks and then turned onto a side street where her apartment was. It was an eight story building of apartments that mainly housed the college students. We entered the main lobby and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

Emma fished her keys out of her gym bag and unlocked the door. The three of us went in. Emma's apartment was small where one big living area was the living room, bedroom, small kitchen at one end, and off to the side was the loo (as Emma called it) with her toilet and shower. The girls dropped their bags by the door. Linda sat on the Emma's futon couch while I flopped

on one of the two bean bag chairs.

Emma paused to set her cell phone in the charging cradle then went to fridge for some drinks. She grabbed some cans of soda then gave us each one. We popped off the cans while Emma turned on her boom box, picked through some stations, and finally chose one. Emma slipped out of her sweats and shoes and sat next to Linda on the futon. I saw Emma whisper into Linda's ear and then Linda nodded her head yes. Linda started to remove her sweats and shoes while Emma returned to the fridge. Emma dimmed the lights and she returned to the futon with a small tin and a bong. I had smoked a few times with Emma but I was surprised that she was lighting up with company.

She placed some weed from the tin into the bong and grabbed a pack of matches from a side table. I watched Emma strike a match then place it next to the weed while she inhaled on the bong. The bong glowed on its' own as Emma exhaled a puff of smoke. Emma in her black leotards handed the bong to Linda in her black leotards who inhaled deeply. She slowly exhaled her smoke as she handed it to me. I took a hit and immediately started to relax. Emma had some very potent stuff! The bong was returned to Emma as comments about the potency were uttered by Linda and myself.

Emma smiled wickedly then took another puff. She held her breath for a second then leaned over to Linda. Her lips met Linda's then Emma exhaled deeply into Linda's mouth. Linda smiled as smoke drifted from her lips then she returned Emma's kiss with her tongue deep into Emma's mouth. Emma handed the bong into Linda's hands while the kiss continued. As Linda raised the bong to her lips, Emma started a line of light kisses down Linda's neck. Linda held her puff then exhaled as Emma clasped the zipper talon of Linda's leotard and moved it down to her waist. Linda expressed a silly grin and passed the bong to me. Emma tugged the shoulders of Linda's leotard and pulled it down to her waist.

As I took the last puff, I could not help but stare at Linda's body. She was nude from the waist up. She had no tan (unusual for living in Phoenix) and her pale white skin made her blonde hair look lighter than before. She was very flat chested with small pink nipples that harden to the size of small dimes. It made my cock hard to look at her. Emma stood up and walked over to me and retrieved the bong, giving me a wicked smile. Emma placed the bong on the side table then unzipped her outfit and slid the leotard to her ankles. I didn't realize that their dance outfits had bras and panties built into them and that the girls were basically in nude when they wore them.

Emma moved behind the futon couch and wrapped her arms around Linda's nude shoulders. She gave Linda a slight hug as she began to lightly lick the edges of her ear lobes. Her left hand slightly moved down to caress her small breast and nipple while her right hand glided across her chest and into the waist band of Linda's leotard. I watched as Emma's hand moved under the stretch material of the leotard. This sensuous smile broke across Linda's lips as the hand in her leotards started to explore her pussy. I was enjoying the show as Emma was just beginning to please her dance student. Since I was feeling no pain except for my aching cock, I stood up and began to strip off my clothes. Once naked, I positioned the bean bag chair in front of Linda watching her being finger fucked by Emma and they could watch me stroke my cock.

I could see Emma's finger pulsing under the material as she pushed her digit in and out of Linda's pussy. Linda was moaning as the movement went faster. Linda let out a gasp and raised up her hips for a few seconds then relaxed back on the futon while Emma kept fingering her. I enjoyed watching them but I wanted to see Linda being finger fucked not just the movement under her leotard. I let go of my cock and kneeled in front of Linda. I stretched out my arms and grasped the waistband of her leotard. In one smooth sliding motion, the leotard glided off her body revealing Emma's finger plunging deep in Linda's smooth soft pussy. I returned to the bean bag chair and stroked. Linda moaned loader and raised her hips again, only higher and harder into Emma's fingers.

It took longer for Linda to relax and ease back onto the couch. Emma just smiled and gave Linda a light kiss on her cheek. Emma worked the back mechanism of the futon and lowered the back of the futon turning it into a bed. She moved to the side and pulled the limp Linda by her ankles across the futon. Linda was flat on back across the futon with her legs dangling off the edge. Emma glided onto the futon and rested her nude body on top of Linda's and gave her a deep kiss. Emma broke the kiss and maneuvered her

body over Linda where their pussies were in each other's face.

I could see from Emma's face that Linda's tongue was exploring her pussy but all I really could see was her blond ponytail sticking out from between Emma's long spread legs. Emma pushed her own long black aside where I could see her tongue and lips please Linda's smooth pussy. Linda's hips were almost at the edge of the futon with her dangling legs spread wide, I had a great view of Emma's mouth work. Linda touched a good spot as Emma raised her head and moaned loudly, then returned to sucking on her student's clit. I could hear Linda breathe heavily from between Emma's legs then heard Emma softly call my name.

"John" she whispered softly.

I slowly stood up with my cock bobbing up and down and went the step or two towards the futon. I watched the patch of blond hair move behind Emma's butt as I leaned my head towards Emma's face.

"Fuck her John" she moaned, "Lift her legs and fuck her while I eat her pussy"

Emma could not have been more persuasive. I took Linda by her ankles and raised her milky white firm legs in the air. I rested her feet against my shoulders and gazed at the smooth wet pussy I was going to fuck. I placed one hand on my cock and guided along the wide open lips of her pussy then into Emma's mouth. Emma slowly licked over my cock head spreading my precum evenly with her tongue. I popped my cock from her mouth and she resumed licking Linda's clit as I slowly slipped my cock between the furrow of her pussy lips. My cock moved down then slightly forward where my head rested at the edge of her pussy hole. Having targeted the right spot, I slowly pushed my cock into Linda. Linda was not a virgin but she was extremely tight and I heard gasp "oh god" as I very slowly entered her. Once my cock was completely in her, I wondered if I was going to be able to pull it out as her pussy held me tight.

I was able to pull back an inch and push forward several times then was able to begin some long stokes into Linda. She was moaning and I could hear her muffle her sounds against Emma's pussy. Emma was smiling as she continued to suck on Linda's clit as my cock pumped in and out. Linda's hips began to buck up and down in a series of orgasms intensifying the tight hold of her pussy on me. Linda pried her face away from Emma's legs and screamed out in pleasure as I began to pump faster. Emma knew the signs that I was going to cum soon. She placed her hand on Linda's pussy and pulled my cock out of her then into her mouth. She knew me well as I pushed my cock forward into Emma's mouth and groaned, shooting my cum down her throat. I watched as Emma's throat moved and contracted, swallowing every drop.

Finished, I dropped on the floor and rested while Emma rolled off of Linda.

After several minutes of complete silence, Emma glanced at the kitchen clock and whispered to Linda, "You need to get ready, your mum will be picking you up soon." I watched as Emma stood up and offering her hand to a shaky Linda, helped her from the futon. They hugged and kissed for a second then they headed into the loo. I moved myself onto one of the bean bag chairs and listened as the water from the shower was spraying and the girls giggled. I must have dozed off for awhile as the next thing I knew, Emma was helping me into the futon with her.

"Where's Linda?" I asked.

"You are such a sleepy head" smiled Emma, "We had just dressed back into our dancing gear when her mum called from her cell tele. She had just pulled up in her car when we walked out of the building."

"Emma, that was so wild" I said, "I have never been in a threesome before.

Linda was so tight, at first I thought she was a virgin."

Emma grinned and said, "You were the first cock she has ever had. I popped her cherry a few weeks ago when we were fingering each other. I hadn't planned it, it just happened."

"Are you always that close to your dance students?" I asked.

"Oh, I am close to all my students but I have only been sexually involved with one or two since I've been teaching dance." Emma smiled, "Actually my first bi experience was with my dance instructor when I was younger.

It is not uncommon in the dance business but the situation does not often present itself. Linda is very bright and very open about life where she would have had some bisexual experience whether it was me or someone else."

"I hope she enjoyed herself" I grinned, "I would like to do that again."

"Maybe" said Emma, "Linda's mom is a boozer with boyfriends. The dance

class gives her a chance to party and sometimes if she planning a longer night, I volunteer to stay with Linda until then. I know that she really isn't working late. So since you have rested, it's time for you to put that cock in me tonight."

Emma and I began to make love. While not as tight or wild as Linda, Emma was more fun and skilled in the bedroom. We cuddled together after we had finished, exchanging light passionate kisses. It seems that the weed effects had not entirely worn off as we were still in the mood for chat. We talked

more about Linda, some of Emma's past experiences with sex, and mine.

"Well Emma, there is no way I can compete with you in that department" I said, "I have been with a few partners but really haven't experienced the variety of sex you have"

Emma smiled, "You have had such a sheltered life, John. Even though you have been with a few women, you really haven't expanded your sexuality or been in the right circumstances to try new things. Not that is neither good or bad, it is just the world you live in."

"I suppose you are right" I said sleepily.

"Well until you met me" laughed Emma. "I suppose that I will be that big bad influence in your life." Emma reached over and tickled her fingers against my stomach. I laughed and then reached over with both hands and began to tickle her. For a few minutes we wrestled on the futon, laughing and tickling, then we relaxed to catch our breath from laughing.

"Oh I am going to miss you this summer." teased Emma, "I don't know what I will do back home without you."
"I can't convince you to stay here" I asked rather seriously.

"It is way too hot in this town during the summer" laughed Emma, "Seriously, I do have to visit my family. I get lonely for them and they miss me. Besides you can visit all your other tarts when I'm gone."

"You are my only wench" I retorted back, "I imagine you have some friends that you play with over the summer."

"Could be" Emma coyly smiled and while running her finger over my chest, she asked, "I know we have talked about many things, but what do you think about family fun?"

"Em, what do you mean by family fun" I asked rather confused.

"Well, incest" she said quietly.

"I've never really thought about it" I said, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, my brother and I have this thing for each other" she said very seriously, "It has been going on for some time and when I'm home during the summers, we sleep together. I don't know if this shocks you or angers you or not?"

I was still feeling the effects of Emma's strong weed and couldn't think hard about it. "I guess I'm OK with it" I said, "It's very different, I can't say that I'm shocked or jealous or anything. I'm really not happy if you were sleeping with other men this summer but your brother…man, I don't know."

Emma proceeded to tell me her story about her relationship with her brother.

Apparently they are the only siblings in their family and they were always

close. In their early teens, they started to experiment with sex and with each other. Their experimentation grew as they grew older and while they both have separate lives; they still maintain that sexual closeness. After hearing her talk about it, I think I was OK with her relationship with her brother. I really preferred it to her being with other men when she was home. I guess that I didn't see him as a threat to my relationship with Emma. I was actually getting turned on listening to the forbidden stuff they did.

"So you see John, this something very special between my brother and I"

smiled Emma, "I think you understand."

"I do" I said back reassuringly.
"It is special and something intensely sexual about it" she grinned, "I guess since it is so forbidden in our cultures, it intensifies the sexuality of it. Too bad you didn't have a sister to play with."

"I wish I had a sister" I smiled, "Those two brothers of mine were no fun growing up with."

"Well you are your mum's fav." Emma grinned, "I'm sure she tried to make your life a little easier growing up. You talks about you quite a bit after the class."