Emma Watson Becomes a Teacher

One of my favorite things at the Lodge is when someone has some sort of 'breakthrough'. Like when someone has never been with a girl before, but the Lodge takes hold and later she's in the middle of a pile of them kissing and licking in every direction. Or she'll let herself get tied up for the first time, or go the extra mile and learn how to gulp my cock into her throat, or any number of 'firsts' that suddenly become a must for any visit to the Lodge.

And it was Emma Watson that had the most wonderful breakthrough when Emilia Clarke taught her anal, and has been gushing about it and wanting more ever since.

That's where the story starts today. With her living in England, one of Emma and I's favorite things to do to catch up was video chat. Sometimes it was rather innocent, since Emma and I often coordinated books we were reading to have a mini book club. Other times we were literally just chatting. But sometimes, holy fuck Emma would be in a mood. A mood that made video chatting a disappointment compared to what we could be doing. Today was one of these moods. Based on the time of day, where it was mid-day for me, but late evening in England, it could go either way. But as soon as I picked up and saw Emma, I knew what she was going for.

"Well hello there, legs," I said as the feed kicked on.

Emma was in her bed, with what must have been her laptop across from her. She was wearing silk pajamas, with a short-sleeve button up and even shorter shorts. Those exposed legs were crossed, showing everything up to the bottom of her hips.

"Are you busy?" Emma asked, running one hand along the collar of her shirt.

"Not at all."

"Good, I'm like...halfway there and..." Emma slipped one hand inside her shirt, sliding her fingers down to her nipple, while the other went between her legs and began to rub the silky material over her pussy. "I just wanted some help."

"You're halfway there and still wearing your pajamas?" I asked with an amused raise of my eyebrow.

"Unh...yeah..." Emma said in almost a disappointed moan, and then immediately popped a button on her shirt.

"I thought this was going to be a quick rub under the shorts, but...things are progressing."

"Progressing how?" I asked.

Emma stopped teasing her shirt open, reached forward and out of frame, and then pulled her hand back to reveal she was now holding a thick, pink dildo. A large, anatomically correct one, that had a suction cup on one end. One that I remembered.

"So you've got your toys," I continued.

Emma leaned forward, closer to the laptop, staring right at me in my video panel.

"I just wanted some more visual inspiration..." Emma trailed off.

Knowing what she meant, I set my phone down, and then opened my pants. Emma nodded in agreement as she began undoing her shirt again. More and more of her decolletage was exposed as the silky material threatened to slide off her shoulders, and then it did. Emma allowed the shirt to fall backward off her arms, revealing her tits as she tilted her head in anticipation. That was all I needed, and as soon as I slid my pants down far enough, my cock was already getting hard.

"Unnnnh...yes, there it is..." Emma said with a smirk.

She leaned back, resting on her knees on her bed, while she brought the dildo to her mouth and began to suck the tip. Her head was turned, giving me a perfect view of exactly how much went into her mouth, while also keeping her tits in frame.

"What're you thinking right now?" I asked.

Emma stuck her tongue out, flicking and swirling it around the tip of the toy.

"Thinking about you giving me that hard cock..."

"In what way?" I asked.

Emma sighed in a mild frustration as she spun around on her knees, then dropped forward. She ended up bent over on the bed, her ass pointed straight at her webcam. That's when her hands came up and slid the shorts down her thighs and then off her feet. Even with nothing but the dim light of her computer hitting her, I could see that Emma had a glossy coating of wet on her pussy. That was made even more obvious when she raised the dildo.

"Like this..."

The tip of the dildo teased against her pussy for barely a second, and then Emma shoved it in. Even though the webcam wasn't the sharpest quality, and the lighting obscured some of it, I could see every single detail. How the tiny ridges and veins of the dildo slid into her, how Emma's pussy gripped and held onto it as she started to ease it in, how the shaft bent because Emma raised her wrist to rub it against her inner wall. By the time it was all the way in, and Emma was gripping the fake balls to pull it back, I was already stroking.

"Fuuuck I want you to pound me right now..." Emma said, her posh accent quiet but dripping in arousal.

"Picture it and then do it how you want me to," I said.

Emma closed her eyes and moaned again, her face mashed into the bed as she kept one eye on the laptop and her view of my cock. Her speed picked up, and suddenly she was pumping the toy into her pussy again and again and again, shoving it in deep and then pulling it back so far the firm but floppy shape was threatening to slip out of her.

"Ahh...ahh...ahhh..." Emma was moaning with a constant, needy pace.

As the dildo kept moving, Emma's other hand snuck in from underneath. She rubbed her fingers along her pussy, rubbing in a U-shape around the dildo and along her pussy, then brought them back down.

"Ohmygod I'm so wet..."

Emma pulled the toy out, and then brought it to her mouth.

"...want you to fuck this wet pussy and have me suck it off..." Emma said with hurried, almost hushed words.

The dildo went into her mouth, where she began to pump it back and forth the same way she had her pussy. There was an audibly wet *schlk-schlk-schlk* to it as Emma tasted herself, while her other hand stayed at her pussy and began to rub more aggressively.

"Ohhhfullcckh..." Emma moaned, her full mouth creating garbled words.

Her fingers played with her pussy, rubbing up and down and then jamming two of them inside.

"Iwannacuhhm..." Emma sputtered out with the toy in her mouth, then let out an even louder moan than before.

The toy left her mouth even as her other hand kept playing. One might assume it was going back to her pussy, but the moment that it left Emma's lips she pursed them together, and a sudden spit placed a thick strip of white right on the tip of it. And to me, that told me exactly where it was going.

"Do it Emma..." I said, stroking my cock. "Get both your slutty little holes for me..."

Emma's grip choked up on the toy, holding it just below the tip, which she moved without hesitation to press right against her asshole. Evidently the lubrication from her pussy, mouth, and one gob of spit was enough, as Emma began to tease the tip against herself in a tiny circle, and then pulled it towards her in a stabbing motion. The tip broke through in an instant, and Emma let out a deep, guttural cry as she pulled her hand back to grab more and pull it in even deeper.

"AHH-AA!"

Emma cried out as she shoved the dildo at least halfway into her asshole while her other fingers rubbed her clit in a desperate, uncoordinated circle. I watched and stroked as she stayed in her face-down ass-up pose, giving me the perfect angle to see exactly what was happening to both holes. Not to mention her face, which was wide open and gasping as she hungrily stared at my cock. Her orgasm was loud and intense, causing her hips to thrash and grind into both the toy and her hand, but as soon as it was over, Emma sat back up and continued to tease her fingers on her pussy.

"Haaaa...fuck," Emma said, shaking her head with a sigh.

"How was that?" I asked cheekily.

Emma sighed again, tipping her head to the side and biting her lip as she stared longfully at my cock.

"It was good, I just..." Emma grabbed the dildo with both hands and squeezed. "I need more."

"Go again," I nodded. "Stick it to the wall like you like, this time."

"Nooo, I need...*more*," Emma's eyes went wide as she said it, as if she were choking back frustration.

"Then I think it's time we meet up again?" I asked, half-teasing.

"Definitely. But I want to do something different this time."

"Ohh? Go on."

Emma mindlessly stroked the fake cock until she raised it up to her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked the tip as she thought, staring into space as if fantasizing. Then she looked back into the camera as she leaned in closer.

"I want to be the one teaching this time."

The call continued a bit longer from there, with Emma thinking out loud about what she wanted to do. But it boiled down to one main idea, that Emma wanted to do for another girl what Emilia had done for her when we first snuck away to her country cottage in England. Emma had taken to anal...quite well, but I didn't think she was at the point where she had it on her mind like this. Yet another pleasant surprise she had given me. Emma had been surprising since the first time I spoke to her. Apparent and eager about what she wanted, exceptionally forward when getting it, and open to new ideas.

And now she wanted to be the one to pass on something she had learned to another. I salivated at the thought.

We ended our conversation without Emma deciding on who exactly it should be. I pitched a few names in passing thought, but no one seemed to fit. Or at least, they didn't strike Emma's fancy to the point that she agreed. It wasn't until a few days had passed that Emma randomly texted me. No words, just a picture. One that caught my eye in an initial flash of bright blue eyes. Thomasin McKenzie. Then Emma followed up with a text.

Emma: Has she ever done it before?

Me: Nope.

Emma: She's perfect.

I don't think Emma knew just how right she was. The more I thought about it, the more perfect it was. Thomasin, who would always start out our encounters with the slightest hint of coyness to her, before the switch quickly flipped in her mind and activated her needy, slutty side. Thomasin who would give the faintest objections to new things that made her nervous, until she saw someone else doing them and didn't want to be left out. Thomasin with her thick thighs and that fat ass and those amazing, heavy tits. She was perfect.

I just had to wonder if she would go for it. But, then I recalled all those previous interactions, where Thomasin just needed a tiny nudge. Hell, even though we had never done anything related to anal before, Thomasin still went face first into Elle Fanning's ass. She just needed that little nudge, even if it would take some convincing.

Luckily, my persuasion campaign ended up not needing much effort put into it at all. Once I told Thomasin that it was specifically Emma that wanted to meet her, she got possibly a little starstruck, and gushed on the phone call we were having about how beautiful she thought she was, how she didn't think she'd get to meet her, especially at the Lodge, etc. And when I told her that Emma wanted to meet her specifically because she thought it would be fun to teach her things, Thomasin went through the same routine she always did.

"What do you mean, teach?" Thomasin asked.

"Like...there are things that Emma and I do, that you and I haven't done."

"Ohhh, I see," Thomasin nodded into her words. "So she wants to, like, coach me through it."

"Yeah. I mean, she also wants to actually meet you..." I started.

"Sure, I mean, I'd love to meet her as well."

"...but at the same time, Emma is very...forward about these things. So if you're not up for that,"

"No, no, I mean," Thomasin said immediately. "I'd love to..."

Ding. There it was. Like always, Thomasin just needed that tiniest push to get her in the mood. I told her I'd talk to Emma and we'd get it arranged. Thomasin had a pop of excitement in her tone as we said goodbye, obviously intrigued at the idea of not just Emma wanting to see her, but wanting something so specific from her.

I just had to wonder what things Emma would imagine that she wanted to do to her. Ever since our time with Emilia, Emma had taken a turn towards a more aggressive approach to things. A flash came to my mind, the time after we were at Emma's cottage, where she and Emilia had both returned to the Lodge so we could have some proper time together in our familiar setting.

I wasn't sure if Emma would be at the same level she was at her cottage, but as soon as Emilia showed up, things went off. As in, Emma was grabbing and slapping at Emilia's ass as soon as she appeared. And when the actual threesome started, Emma was the one angling to get it. It led to both of them taking it up the ass, with Emma not only going first, but also eating Emilia's ass during. And when I thought that itch had been scratched with the threesome, things kicked off again when the three of us were in the shower...

"Huuuunh! Unnnnh! Ohhhfuck!" Emilia cried out.

"Don't stop what you're doing..." Emma said as she raised herself slightly.

"You're...unh...making it hard to focus..." Emilia moaned again.

Emma smirked as she went back into place, and Emilia bent herself down again. We were all in the shower, the water running and quickly steaming up the room, leaving us concealed in the surrounding, fogged up glass walls. I was sitting on the ledge against one wall. Emilia was standing, but bent forward at the waist, both arms holding her up on the ledge as she began sucking my cock. Emma was behind her, on her knees as Emilia bent forward to push her ass into her face. Emma returned to where she was, with both hands wrapped around Emilia's thighs as she pressed her face into her ass. From my spot, I could see Emma's eyes staring at me over Emilia's wet, dripping body, while her tongue completely covered her ass.

"Oh my god, this is...unnh..." Emilia moaned again before immediately dropping her mouth back onto my cock.

Her head bobbed up and down, slowly and forcefully shoving my cock into her mouth and down her throat. The quiet sputtering moans turned into vibrations on my cock, making her mouth feel even better. I flicked Emilia's wet hair onto one side of her face, and she turned her eyes to the side to stare up at me as she kept going. I was mostly watching her, but then I had to turn and look at Emma, whose head was swaying back and forth and then up and down in a thorough circle ensuring that she went at Emilia's ass from every angle.

Without stopping, Emma reached for the floor, gripping the very same dildo that she had played with on cam during our call (after insisting she get to take it home as it was 'perfect'). She gripped it, and then pulled it off the shower floor, yanking until the suction cup popped free. It was already slicked up, after Emma had stuck it to the ground and rode it herself while Emilia rode me. Now, she raised it back up, and began to rub it against Emilia's pussy.

"MM-MM-MMMMMPH!" Emilia Let out a garbled moan as Emma began to shove it in.

Emma raised one hand and put it on Emilia's back as if trying to get more leverage. From my angle, I couldn't see it going in, but judging from how Emilia began to pump her mouth back and forth in a new, forced rhythm, I could guess how slowly Emma was going. She took it for several dozen pumps, causing my head to lean back against the wall as I closed my eyes and did nothing but feel Emilia's throat stroking my cock. Then, Emilia began to fidget slightly, her muffled 'mmm' noises becoming louder and louder, until her hips began to buck in place, and she shuddered slightly. Finally, she raised herself up, panting, and turned her head back toward Emma.

"Were you trying to make me cum? Because I just did," Emilia giggled and flashed that amazing smile.

"Yeah, I wanted your cum on this for what I was going to do with it next," Emma said, flashing a smirk in one corner of her mouth as her eyes did the rest of the talking.

"What are you up to now?" Emilia asked as she shakily straightened back up.

Emma stayed quiet, and for a moment the only sound was the shower running. Then a loud *SMK* as Emma slammed the dildo against the wall, suctioning it to the marble just below waist level. One hand went down to lightly stroke it, while the other beckoned me.

"Give me your cock," Emma said as she stared at me.

I rose from the seat and moved in on Emma, who wrapped both arms and raised one leg around me as we started to make out. As hungry and needy as ever, tilting her head up to let my mouth sink into hers, rubbing her petite body against me as I pulled her into it by her surprisingly thick ass.

"Fuck me...shove it in just like this..." Emma moaned into my mouth.

Her leg raised higher as Emma kept her balance on one foot, and then tilted herself another direction. As I gripped my cock and hunched down slightly, I knew exactly what she was going for.

"Is this going to work?" I asked with a slight chuckle.

"I hope so..." Emma said with a desperate, heavy breath.

Emilia appeared next to us, seemingly understanding without words. As I bent down and let the tip of my cock find Emma's pussy, Emilia grabbed the dildo and slid the suctioned toy along the wall until it was in just the right place. I shoved my cock upward into Emma's pussy as I hooked my other arm under her leg, and then moved forward again. For this to work, I had to pin her in place just so. Luckily Emilia was there, and as I sank my cock all the way in and eased Emma back, she guided the tip of the toy against Emma's asshole. I held her leg and hip to help her keep balance as I eased her back, and suddenly Emma gasped.

"Ohmygod!" Emma suddenly began panting. "Ohmygod it works!"

I think Emma meant to let out a laugh at that point, but it was completely negated by the sharp moan that came from me pushing her hips further back. That noise was all I needed to hear. I started rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my cock into Emma's pussy the last couple inches, and then easing back slightly. At the same time, I gently eased her hips the same way, moving for her so on the start of a thrust she would get my cock deeper into her pussy, and moving back would shove the toy deeper into her ass. Emma moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, mouth agape with deep, heaving breaths. All she had to do was keep her balance on her one leg, and it looked like she might fail at that. First time she had both holes filled? No. First time she had done so while teetering on one leg in the shower while technically fucking a wall? Yes.

Emma cried out again and again, her head rocking back and forth as she let out loud, piercing moans that echoed off the bathroom ceiling. As Emilia slid in next to us again, Emma rolled her head to the side, catching eyes with her as Emilia stared with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"I don't think there's anything else I can teach you," Emilia smiled.

My thoughts lingered on that encounter in the shower every day between when Emma suggested Thomasin, and when the day finally came that they were scheduled to arrive. Sometimes I felt worried for Thomasin, wondering if Emma was going to pull out even kinkier things from whatever corner of her mind had been unlocked by Emilia. But then I would just recall all the things that Thomasin had done at the slightest nudge by Anya, or even Elle. I had to remind myself that Thomasin's cutesy demure look wasn't an act, but she sure shed it very quickly when circumstances called for it.

Finally the day came.

The timing would have ended up somewhat awkward, as Emma had to fly in from London, but she opted to stay one night by herself both to get over the time difference and I'll wager to build up her own anticipation. It was early that evening that I received notification a car was on its way, so I headed down to wait at the door. Then, upon coming to it, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, and instead opened it to watch. Emma pulled up in her car in the driveway, barely veering off to the side so she wouldn't have to walk any farther. After the door opened, the first thing I saw was a high-heel catching the light, shining in a subtle diamond pattern laced over the leather. Then her leg began to slide out, forcing my eyes to see another pattern on a pair of dark nylons. This one was hard to put into words, and I could only describe it as the pattern that would be sewn into an elaborate tapestry, criss-crossing and dangling into various curves and diamonds and other jeweled shapes that made Emma's legs look like they were laced with filigree.