Clara Oswald: The Impossible Arse

by FanfictionWriter101

Doctor Who, but full of sex! Follow Clara Oswald as she fucks her way through time and space. Pure and utter smut. Warnings: M/F, M/M, F/F, bondage, oral, anal (Every perversion under the sun)

22. Chapter 17: Introduction To Male Anatomy

Author's Note: Hey guys! It has been a while since this story has been updated, but due to the current crisis in the world, I've been able to re-open sponsored stories, which means that someone has kindly sponsored this chapter to be written. Which is a massive help for me. They have also sponsored some other Doctor Who related stories, so expect some more uploads soon enough.

If you haven't been reading 'Sensations of Shemales' you may not know that I am currently doing commissions. If you want some personalised smut, then you can commission something. Commissions are a massive help for me in these turbulent times, but don't stress over it. Smut may be enjoyable, but its not a necessity. Make sure you are safe and stable first. Especially at a time like this.

But smut is a good escape from the reality of the world. So, enjoy the continuation of Clara's smutty adventures through time and space. We are sticking with Emma because of all the delightful possibilities she provides. And who knows, maybe she'll stick around further. Please enjoy, review and all that. Love to hear what you folks think about my latest perverse musings.

Without further ado, a lesson in the intricacies and applications of the male anatomy, led by a Miss Clara Oswald!

Chapter 17: Introduction To Male Anatomy

Having recovered from their time alone, both Emma and Clara returned to the main hall of the house, nervously slotting back into their roles, a little concerned about the two men noting their extended absence. Fortunately, they appeared so consumed in their work catching and documenting the ghost activity, that the two girls had managed to fuck one another for an hour without actually being noted as missing; much to Emma's delight. She found the notion of going from lewd promiscuity to sincere academic intensely exciting. Going about her work with the knowledge that her panties were still clinging to her somewhat slick pussy was a thrill, especially when conversing with the Professor or Doctor, who were both blissfully unaware. There was however, one distraction for Emma. Clara. Before, Clara had appeared to her as a typical young woman, yet following their time together, she found herself passing glances over to the supple brunette, admiring the hem of her skirt which loosely flitted mid-way down her thighs. The slight steepness to her cleavage that hinted at her soft, pliable breasts; breasts that Emma had seen and touched and adored. The urge to gaze lustfully at Clara became somewhat overwhelming as her empathic abilities flared again and again, making it increasingly difficult to temper her emotions. Her mind went wild with lingering images of Clara's naked body posed in such delightful ways, her delicate body writhing in tandem with her own. It was so utterly consuming at times, to the point that Emma wondered if she had been working for hours when only a couple minutes had passed. Fortunately for her, the Doctor had seemingly discovered some catalyst for the ghost hunt and was busying himself in the far wing of the manor, taking with him the Professor who was keen to see the Doctor's methods in action, allowing Emma a moment to breathe.

"Everything alright, Emma? You seem a little dazed," Clara asked, sweeping up behind the girl and startling her. Smiling softly, Clara managed to calm her instinctive reaction, the empath offering up a meek smile in response, attempting to hide her swirling thoughts.

"Oh. Oh, yes… Everything is quite alright. I fear it's this house. It muddles with my head. It seems so many extraordinary things have happened since I stepped inside. It's like its feeding into my abilities," Emma explained. The house seemed to amplify her empathic abilities, catapulting them to higher and higher levels. Following her interaction with Clara, her mind went back to those first moments of resonance and how she felt what she swore to be Clara's body in such lewd positions. It clung to her thoughts massively.

"Must be difficult," Clara sympathised, organising the cables that she had been left in charge of, a little disappointed that the Doctor had raced off without, yet being unable to blame him given her time with Emma. The thought that he and the Professor were mimicking what they themselves had gotten up to alone made her giggle slightly as she comforted Emma.

"Yes…" Emma sighed, turning back to her work, only to allow a moment of boldness to turn her back around, "Clara… Might I… Might I ask you something? How do you… How do you act so aloof? After what we did together. You simply fit back into your life without thought. I can't help but linger on it."

"I'm thinking about it as well, if that's any help. It was quite memorable," Clara said truthfully. It was uniquely erotic. The idea of bringing a closeted lesbian into the fruitful world of sex was utterly titillating. Not to mention Emma was quite the sight when naked.

"I… Yes, it was… Would the Doctor not be concerned? About you doing that sort of thing with another person. The two of you are…" Emma began, slowly starting to speak her mind. She had something she desperately wanted to talk about, but lacked the courage to do so, simply rambling in a vain hopes of conversation steadily leading towards the subject.

"We are… something. I don't quite know. But he wouldn't mind. No doubt the idea of me being with another woman gets him going. It does with most men. Like the idea of us girls getting it on together. Giggling and whatnot," Clara smirked, knowing that most guys got of on lesbians fucking each other. In truth, Clara mirrored the sentiment in many ways.

"You speak as if that's normal. Men these days abhor the idea of women being together," Emma laughed, a little bitter of the common place sentiments towards unconventional relationships. It wasn't strictly illegal, yet it was frowned upon in many circles.

"Oh, they change their tune pretty quickly," Clara grinned, only having to think about the front page of any porn site to testify to that fact. Yet, seeing the furtive look on Emma's face and quickly changing tact, "But I suppose it must be difficult. Being a lesbian in a time like this."

"Yes… But, I… Oh, I fear I've said too much," Emma began, only to immediately curtail her thoughts and begin busying herself with the equipment strewn across the table, fumbling around with several switches without any real reasoning other than hoping Clara would ignore her outburst.

"What? No, go on. What's on your mind?" Clara asked sweetly, going so far as to draw two chairs together and encourage Emma to sit down. Taking her up on the offer, Emma sighed and looked towards Clara, adoring that look of genuine concern and immediate kindness. It was truly warming.

"Before you came, I was quite certain I was only attracted to women," Emma began, not thinking through her sentence entirely as Clara raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Bemused by her words, Clara cut Emma off before she could continue.

"Is that your way of saying I look like a man?" Clara laughed, causing Emma to recoil, her eyes widening as she realised what she had actually said. Back-peddling as quickly as she could, she blushed a deep and vibrant red, causing her to get flummoxed of her words.

"No! That's… That's far be it my intention. I suppose I ought to be truthful," Emma breathed, calming herself as she looked past Clara, ignoring her gaze and trying her best to simply speak her mind and not think about the consequences, "I was witness to one of your… more intimate moments with the Doctor. I did not intend for it, but I think this house made it so. It was as if I were in your body as the Doctor and you made love. I apologise for the breach of privacy, but I truly didn't intend it."

"While we were being… Oh, I see. And?" Clara breathed, catching on quickly and looking at her with renewed interest. The idea that Emma had experienced typical sexual relations vicariously through was as dirty as it was exciting. Waiting with bated breath for her to say something, Clara felt her panties clinging to her pussy, her slickness becoming more pronounced the more she thought on it.

"I enjoyed it. It was… was rather pleasurable. And now that I have lost myself to you, can't help but wonder if the pleasure I felt in that moment is indicative of my true orientation," Emma stammered, taking a deep breath as if she had relieved herself of a considerable burden.

"Ah… I get it. Erm… Well, do you find the Doctor attractive?" Clara asked, watching Emma's face contort in uncertainty. Trying to find the right words, it was clear he definitely wasn't her type. He wasn't most people's types if Clara was honest, but that didn't stop her damning lust towards him.

"Not particularly. He is kind of… bony?" Emma said, only to burst into laughter alongside Clara as the tension between them was finally alleviated. Strange as it was, Clara understood exactly what Emma meant. He was a remarkably bony looking man.

"It's the chin, isn't it? Well… Maybe you simply like the sensation of having a cock inside of you," Clara suggested, causing confusion to claim Emma's face as she heard the word 'cock'. It wasn't the typical term used for a man's length, but in her anxious state she wasn't able to connect two and two. Seeing her confusion, Clara interpreted for her, "Sorry, different times. A man's… thing. His penis inside of you,"

"Surely that would then mean I am not a lesbian. That by enjoying a man's penis inside me, I feel attraction to a man," Emma argued, not believing her words for a moment, but almost trying to use logic to convince herself of it. As to why, she couldn't possibly explain.

"Not necessarily. Where I come from… Lesbians often use toys in the shape of a man's… manhood to pleasure themselves. Replicas. Some of them are even wearable," Clara explained, detailing the exhaustively detailed range of options that her time period boasted. As she described them, Emma's face went wide with first shock and then curiosity. The notion of using a replica dick to pleasure herself had never even crossed her mind, yet it seemed like such an obvious revelation.

"Wearable?" she asked, confused about how a wearable replica cock would work. In truth, Clara had never actually owned one, yet it was on her list of perverse things she desperately wanted to try in the future. Something about sporting a cock was so thrilling to her.

"Yeah, with straps. You can attach them to your waist and use it like a man does, but with the gratification and sexual satisfaction of having sex with a woman," Clara explained, looking at Emma for her reaction, but getting only continued bafflement.

"Oh… That's… Quite something… I don't know if that has calmed my mind or confused me even further," Emma sighed, still unsure of herself. She felt a rush of pleasure and excitement thinking about having sex with Clara, yet that was absent when thinking of the Doctor. But she remembered the pleasure of the Doctor inside of Clara. Nothing had ever made her feel like that before.

"Well, there is only one way to actually figure it out," Clara said with a grin. Before Emma could even guess what she was suggesting, Clara announced her idea with a suggestive drawl, immediately causing Emma to recoil in shock and embarrassment, "Trying it."

"You… You don't possibly mean? I couldn't! That's absurd!" Emma exclaimed, leaping to her feet and staggering backwards, as if putting distance between her and Clara was the only way to escape such a notion being discussed. Clara, latching onto the idea out of excitement, hid her eagerness behind sympathetic understanding, speaking with soft intimacy as she argued her plan.

"If you are really uncertain, it would clear your mind. The Doctor wouldn't mind. I'm sure he'd rather enjoy the prospect of a threesome," Clara smiled, hoping to cleanse some of her anxieties, but ultimately only serving to exacerbate them.

"Threesome? You'd be there as well?" Emma gaped, the thought of engaging in a threesome being beyond perverse. The idea of polygamy was one that had never crossed her mind, yet with more thought should have. She after all had sex with Clara with no intention of being in a relationship. Regardless, she was too tense to even consider the intricacies of it all.

"Wouldn't it be more awkward if I wasn't?" Clara asked, concerned that her own engagement in this plan was in question. It wouldn't be nearly as fun if she was able to watch and engage. To see Emma as she was eased back on the Doctor's magnificent…

"Well… yes… Wait a minute. You're talking as if this going to happen. I… I…" Emma began, trying to come up with some retort that would cause Clara to stop and abandon the idea entirely. However, her words completely failed her as she stuttered and stammered completely helplessly. Closing the distance between them, Clara clasped Emma by the shoulders and calmed her.

"I'm not going to push it on you. And if you don't like it, you could call it quits," Clara explained, doing her best to comfort and calm the woman as she panicked. The warmth in Clara's embrace and voice steadied Emma's mind, giving her time to think about it. In truth, it was a logical course of action. To discern whether you like something, you obviously have to try it. But, to do so with the Doctor. For the Doctor to be naked… For the Doctor to see her naked. It was all s overwhelming.

"I… What… The Doctor would be…" she muttered, her eyes envisioning the naked body of the Doctor. Unlike imagining Clara's exposed body, it didn't inspire lust of eagerness or arousal, but rather pure anxiety. However, pairing Clara's nudity with the Doctor's… That made for a strangely encouraging image. With her heart slowly steadying, she looked at Clara and mumbled, "Perhaps… I… You'll be there, you say?"

"Of course. And all the Doctor would do would be to stand there," Clara comforted her, brushing a strand of hair from the nervous brunette's eyes. She could see that internal conflict. The debate as to what to do. Whether to succumb to the burning shivers running along her thighs or to maintain her fruitless sense of dignity.

"In that case… I suppose…" Emma conceded, her cheeks flaring a deep red as she did so. Clara's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't anticipated that the brunette would be interested. She thought for certain she would say no and forbid any further discussion of the matter. Yet, perhaps Clara under-estimated her. As Emma came to terms with what she had agreed to, she added, "But… Would it be possible for him to perhaps… perhaps wear a blindfold?"

"I'm sure I could swindle that. I'll make sure he doesn't speak as well. All that he'll do is stand there and I'll guide you through it all," Clara smiled, growing giddy at the prospect of introducing Emma to the world of cock and the pleasures that came from such a intense sexual tool.

"Lord above… You are the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. I feel as though I'm going to have a heart-attack," Emma giggled, breathing deeply as Clara closed the distance completely between them, her body pressed snugly against hers, their lips dangerously close. Suddenly, Emma's heart stopped, her breathing calming and she looked into those deep brown eyes and felt a sincere calm, followed by a burst of excitement.

"Hey… Listen… If you don't like, we'll send him away and that'll leave just us two…" Clara purred suggestively, her hand resting on Emma's hip. Before Emma could entirely understand Clara's tone, the time traveller explicitly made it clear, curving her into the waistband of Emma's skirt and easing her fingers downwards, dancing them across the girl's wet panties, sending tingles of pleasure through her body, promising her another bout of pure intensity as she did so, "If you catch my meaning?"

"Oh my… Okay…" Emma giggled, leaning forwards and stealing a kiss from Clara, their tongues lightly bounce back and forth, their lips sinking further together into a more heated embrace. Emma would have been foolish to say there was no emotion interred in that intimate embrace, yet she didn't know if it was mutual. All she knew was that she adored the sensation dearly.

"I'll go fetch him then," Clara grinned, parting their lips with a salacious grin. Breaking their embrace, she raced over the tangled mess of wires and went for the door, leaving Emma completely astounded and baffled at the eagerness she portrayed for the idea.

"Wait? You mean to do this now?" she called out, concerned about getting into this situation as quickly as this. It all seemed far too quick. Like everything was speeding away from her and the situation unravelling. Clara's coquettish smirk set her heart at ease however, with the time traveller grinning.

"Yeah. We'll take a bedroom upstairs. If you want to go wait, I'll be there in a minute," Clara smiled, before ducking out the doorway, not giving Emma enough time to either argue or refute the decision. In a way, Emma was somewhat glad of that. It felt as if this was a signed and sealed deal, meaning she had no way of stopping It from happening, which meant her anxiety was not going to amount to anything. It was somewhat comforting that she couldn't reject it; should her nerves get the better of her.

"Ah… You… Damnable woman…" Emma growled, fidgeting for a moment before going after Clara. The girl had disappeared into the house In search of the Doctor, leaving Emma to sigh and make her way upstairs. In truth, the scariest part about all this was the prospect of a ghost, yet she managed to get to the bedrooms with relative ease. Pushing open the wooden doors to the elegant master bedroom, she muttered an apology to the Professor for bringing such a sultry event into the main bedroom. Regardless, she went about building a fire in the fireplace, needing to keep herself busy or suffer the regret of lingering on her own thoughts for too long. At which point, the door opened, and her heart once again began to race and pound.

"Watch yourself… Step a little bit forwards. That's it…" Clara explained, holding the door open to allow a blindfolded Doctor to stagger helplessly through, his arms outstretched and his face shifting back and forth as if straining to see. Rushing after him, Clara stopped him before he reached to far, steadying him and making sure he stayed where he was supposed to, whilst Emma looked on, a little bemused by the whole setup.

"Why couldn't I have just put the blindfold on now? This seems a little…" the Doctor muttered. Clara had come speeding into the room and pulled him aside, explaining loosely what was going on. Whilst he had struggled to understand the intricacies of it all, he understood that Emma and Clara had grown intimate and wanted him to join them. That and a quick encouraging squeeze to his cock was all he needed to follow Clara to the ends of the earth. The blindfold wasn't explained to him, but frankly, he wasn't one to question when the idea of both Clara and the admittedly beautiful Emma doing sexy stuff to him.

"Shush! What did I say about talking?" Clara snapped, nudging him in the side and securing his silence. Confident he wasn't going to stagger around the room aimlessly groping for them, Clara approached the bemused and rather startled looking Emma, lowering her voice just between them, "You okay?"

"Nervous. It's actually happening… I didn't… I don't know what I was really expecting," Emma confided, unable to take her eyes of the Doctor, trying to access and gauge her attraction to the man as he stood there looking very much like an idiot.

"Remember. At any point, no matter how awkward, if you want out just say," Clara reminded her, lightly squeezing her shoulders. Nodding, Emma stepped past Clara and closer to the Doctor, facing him up as if he was an evil beast that she was to conquer.

"Of course… How do we… What do I do?" she asked, flexing her hands as if she was expecting to be told to fish him out and get going. Fortunately for her, Clara grasped her hand and pulled her backwards, bringing her back towards the fireplace with just the two of them.

"Well… The beginning is much the same as before. We… we get naked," Clara smiled, pulling her jacket off and dropping it to the ground. Once again, Emma looked over at the Doctor, prompting Clara to say, "We should probably start with us and then we can move on to him."

"Is he going to be alright just standing there while we… He looks a little lost," Emma asked, causing Clara to giggle as she turned around and looked at the absurdity of the expression on his face. It was rather bizarre and humorous she thought, yet she quickly stifled her laughter to focus on the task at hand; getting Emma ready for her first ever cock. With the size of the Doctor, it was promising to be a tough task to say the least. Clara still wasn't entirely used to his incredibly shaft plugging her entrances, and Emma was used to a couple fingers.

"Don't worry about him. Let's worry about getting you into the mood…" Clara purred, pulling Emma closer to her, drawing her gaze entirely towards her with a slow and intimate stare. Bringing her lips forwards, Clara pressed them softly against Emma's, the embrace melting away her uncertainty. As Clara's hands rested on her hips, slowly swaying them in tandem with her own, Emma found herself growing bolder. Resting her own hands on Clara's hips, she curved them around the woman's buxom arse, grabbing her cheeks and sinking her fingers into her clothed flesh. Giggling at the movement, Clara slid her lips down to Emma's neck, lightly nibbling and biting at her exposed flesh, lifting her hands to buttons of the woman's blouse. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes, letting Clara's attend to her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, peeling the garment apart to expose her creamy skin. Trailing her lips lower, leaving small red marks from her tender kisses, Clara pulled the blouse away, throwing it to the side as she bit playfully into Emma's bra-clad breasts, garnering a gasped giggle from her. Unclasping her bra, Clara peeled the underwear away from her supple breasts, eagerly squeezing each one as her thumbs coaxed the woman's nipples to erect peaks, her lips breathing hot, sumptuous air across the sensitive pink flesh. Wanting Clara to ravage her tits, Emma was left with only a gentle kiss to each of her teats before Clara slid further downwards, dropping to her knees as she trailed kisses down the woman's stomach. Easily unzipping her skirt, Clara ushered it to the ground, the empath standing in only a pair of dampened panties, the slickness of the fabric betraying her arousal. Planting a soft kiss against her underwear, Clara ran her tongue along the cleft of her pussy, pushing the fabric deeper into her folds before biting the waistband. Hooking her fingers into the back hem, she pulled the panties down, dragging them with her teeth until they fell away from Emma's hips, dropping to the ground and leaving her completely nude. With one final press of her lips against Emma's pussy, Clara tenderly massaged the woman's body, looking up at the pleasure-consumed smile on the empath's delightful lips, "Enjoying yourself…"

"Oh… Very much so…" Emma moaned, looking down at Clara and noticing the expectant smirk on her face. Realising that she was still fully clothed, Emma came to her sense with an apology, dropping down to her knees to rectify her oversight, "I'm sorry. I got so…"

Her words were silenced by a kiss from Clara, their lips sinking together once more and prompting Emma to once again begin to lose herself in the pleasurable embrace. Having to fight to keep herself, she reached forwards and tugged the zip of Clara's dress downwards, the garment loosening around her neck. Not nearly as smoothly and intimately as Clara did, Emma pulled the dress away, exposing Clara's breasts. Reaching for her bra, Emma was confused to struggle to find it. Opening her eyes, she saw the grin on Clara's face and glanced down to see the brunette's tits already bouncing free, her nipples rock hard and pointing towards her. Chuckling to herself, Emma leaned Clara backwards, laying her down into the soft rug beneath them. Lifting her hips up, she pulled Clara's panties downwards, unhooking them from the girl's legs and rendering her completely naked. Much the same as herself. Seeing Clara's plump and juicy figure naked, her breasts and pussy now at her disposal, gave Emma a quiver of genuine thrilling excitement. She was such a gorgeous and sexually charged woman, with such delicious looking sexual assets at her disposal. There was nothing Emma wanted more than to lower her mouth to Clara and ravage her with all her might. Bringing a hand up to Clara's pussy, she ran two fingers along her slit, feeling the velvety texture of her slick folds and almost melting then and there. Completely forgetting about what they were there to do, Emma leant forwards and brought her lips towards Clara's pussy, eager to once again taste the slick heavenly nectar that was the woman's incredibly delicious arousal. The scent already lingered in the air spurring her onwards with a profound and erotic hunger.

Parting her lips to stop Emma and bring her focus back to the task at hand, Clara was silenced immediately by Emma's tongue carving through her folds suddenly and with a delicious intensity. Weaving back and forth, she spread Clara's folds apart with ease, finding the woman's clit and attacking it with her tongue, flicking and curling back and forth across the incredibly sensitive bulb of flesh. Unable to open her mouth to stop her and also lacking the desire to do so with so much pleasure flooding her body, Clara simply threaded her hand through Emma's hair, brushing it away from her eyes so that the empath could focus more attentively of driving wave after wave of pleasure through Clara's awaiting body. Arching her back, she pushed her hips up and into Emma's face, thrusting her pussy further against Emma's tongue, eagerly craving the feeling of the woman's tongue darting across her folds. Running her tongue down to her entrance, Emma plunged it deep inside of her, driving it as far as possible into the woman's depths, utterly adoring the way that Clara reacted and savouring the moans that came hungrily from Clara's lips. Darting back and forth, she rolled her tongue in amidst Clara's slickness, adoring the warmth that coursed through her tongue and the sweetness of her lover's pussy. Pushing her ass into the air, Emma unwittingly gave Clara a delightful sight, with her rounded apple cheeked arse standing as the background to her incessant and unstoppable tongue movements, all the while locking eyes with the contorting brunette in a sultry staring match. As much as Clara would have loved to let Emma continue, she knew that the Doctor was waiting and that if the two of them continued, there was no hope in hell that they would ever stop. Grabbing Emma by the chin, Clara lifted her face away from her pussy, the empath's cheeks gleaming with arousal. Lifting her up to kiss her, Clara tasted her own sweetness on the woman's tongue, adoring it before she finally pulled away and smiled.

"Shall we get started?" Clara asked, turning towards the Doctor and looking at him. His trousers had swelled and began to bulge, his cock getting harder from simply earning the moans and wet licking sounds from the other side of the room. Seeing this, Emma's anxiety came back. However, the warmth of Clara's breasts smothering her own was enough to temper her racing heart and allow her to offer up a stiff nod. Clambering onto their knees, the two of them crawled towards the Doctor, getting close enough to him to touch. Kneeling side by side, the two ladies shared a glance, with Clara resting a hand on Emma's thigh, "So… I think the only thing I can say is for you to take his trousers off."

"Okay…" Emma breathed, tentatively lifting her hands upwards. Grabbing his belt, she began to unfasten it, focussing in Clara's hand on her thigh as she did so. Peeling the belt loose, she drew his zipper downwards, loosening his trousers enough that they slumped, catching on his hardened cock. Peeling them downwards, she helped the Doctor step out of them before looking up and coming face to face with his bulging, cock-stuffed boxers. With a reaffirming glance over to Clara, Emma hooked her fingers in his waistband, shivering as she felt his skin against her own. Steadily, she pulled them downwards, working them over his hips and easing them along his cock. Astounded at the size of his bulge, her apprehension once again began to grow. As she got to a certain point, the strain was too much and the boxers suddenly dropped, his cock springing free and smacking her across the cheek, a splodge of pre-cum smearing itself across her skin as she gasped loudly, "Oh my god!"

"I should have warned you that they have a tendency to… spring out at you. Especially ones like this," Clara apologised, grabbing the Doctor's cock by the base and holding it steady as Emma swiftly wiped her cheek, cleaning the splodge of pre-cum from her skin before turning to look back at his length in utter awe.

"Is this… typical? In terms of length? I don't know how to gauge it, but… are all men this… obscenely large?" Emma commented, looking at it from various angles, more curious about it than afraid. If filled her with a tingle of excitement, yet that was primarily driven by the newness of the situation.

"No, the Doctor is unique in that regard. But it's much the same process. I'd start with your hands. Best to use both of them. And stroke his cock… sorry, penis. Nice and slowly," Clara explained, running her hand across the Doctor's cock, demonstrating the slow and rhythmic movements that Emma could mimic and perform. Calming herself, Emma lifted her slender fingers to his cock and grasped it in her hands. It was strangely warm. And seemed to throb and quiver in her hands, as if it was reacting to the simplest of movements from her palms. Lifting it upwards, she found herself surprised at the heft and girth of the man, as well as the overall heaviness of his remarkably meaty cock. It was an impressive specimen, paired with a pair of balls that looked as alien as anything to Emma. They were shrivelled and dangling, seemingly swelling in their own right. As much as she wanted to explore herself, she was keen to follow Clara's instructions and began to move her hands back and forth, stroking his cock tenderly, pumping her palms along his engorged length.

"I see…" Emma breathed, watching the Doctor's cock react to her handjob, his tip occasionally twitching and spilling out a bead of pre-cum. Watching his foreskin roll back across his head was a strangely enthralling experience as his purplish tip grew slicker with pre-cum, making for a smoother handjob as a result. It was still a little stiff and inexperienced in Emma's mind, yet she was enjoying the new sensation. She was a little concerned about the Doctor's lack of moaning or approval of her movements, making her feel as if she was even more stunted in her abilities than expected. Especially when she was used to Clara being exceptionally vocal about it all, "Am I doing it right? It feels a little… I don't know… dry?"

"You can spit a little on it. That tends to make it easier," Clara explained. She was conscious of the look on Emma's face and wanted to try and make this as favourable an experience as possible. As such, the hand on Emma's thigh was slowly curving inwards, lightly brushing the brunette's sick and sensitive folds, working to correlate her handjob with a pleasurable experience. As well as that, her other hand was buried between her own folds, sinking two fingers right up inside of herself. Watching the lesbian come to terms with a cock, exploring and pleasuring it as best she could was as pleasurable as anything, leaving Clara desperate for something more substantial than her own fingers. Holding back on her urge to simply stuff herself with the Doctor's cock, she waited, watching Emma lean forwards and dribble a small mouthful of saliva onto his cock, her hand quickly massaging it into his cock. Smirking, Clara leant forwards and properly spat on his cock, sending a mouthful of saliva spraying onto his length. Reaching up with her hand, she liberally worked it into his shaft for Emma before returning her hand directly to Emma's cunt, not bothering with a slow and gradual build towards introducing a couple fingers to her pussy, "Don't be afraid to get it nice and slick. A lot of saliva makes for a slick and sloppy handjob. You can also spit into your hand and work it in."

"Okay. I'll try that…" Emma smiled, lifting one her hands to her mouth. Drizzling saliva into it, she brought it up to the Doctor's shaft, only to be stopped midway through by Clara, who grabbed her wrist and added her own contribution to the lubricant before watching Emma working it into the Doctor's cock. Pumping her gleaming hand along his cock, she managed to lubricate most of it to a glossy shimmer, allowing her hand to glide across his flesh, pumping back and forth religiously. Soft moans escaped the Doctor's lips as the handjob became wetter and wetter, the hands working his shaft making for an infinitely more satisfying experience. Assuming it was Emma's dainty hands jerking him off, the Doctor let out a quiver of satisfaction knowing that it was a practical stranger lovingly working and massaging his dick. It made for a perverse experience. Especially knowing that he would soon have himself inside of that stranger. As the pleasure became more intense, Emma began to let out soft and subtle moans of her own, ones that Clara immediately picked up on. Assuming that she was getting into jerking a cock off, Clara was mistaken. In her haste to know whether or not the Doctor was enjoying her hand, she began to try and coax herself into feeling the sensitive pleasures running through his body. Whilst very faint, they were unbelievably intense to a person who was feeling the pleasure of handjob for the very first time. It was strangely concentrated due to her lack of experience with the pleasures of the male anatomy and felt utterly abstract as she closed her eyes and felt two slick hands jerking over a slab of flesh between her legs that didn't exist. In truth, it was steadily become overwhelming, the more entuned with the Doctor she became, to the extent that her pussy began to quiver as an instinctive reaction to the pleasure welling in the pit of her stomach. Only Clara's voice broke the haze.

"Do you want to try sucking it?" Clara suggested, snapping Emma out of her empathic connection. A little startled, Emma turned to her, confused as to what she could possibly mean by sucking. In retrospect, the prevailing silence lasted for an embarrassingly long time in her mind.

"Sucking? Oh, you mean… you mean my mouth. I don't know if I could even fit it inside of my mouth. Or where to begin. Or…" Emma stammered, all the while maintaining her movements with her hand, with the pumping rhythm becoming almost second nature to her at this point. Clara noted that with a smile, thinking that Emma would come to love cock just as much as she loved pussy. Doubtful that Emma would fall for a man, she was at least learning that there were pleasures to be had in making use of their physical anatomy. Perhaps Clara ought to procure Emma a dildo as a parting present. Getting ahead of herself, Clara decided it would be best to display what to do when sucking a cock as opposed to simply describing the many subtle intricacies of gorging yourself on tasty man-meat.

"I'll show you. It's really simple. Trust me, when it comes to the Doctor, anything will be pleasurable. The fact that you are using your lips is enough to get him off," she giggled, evidently striking a nerve with the Doctor who opened his lips to say something. Managing to stifle his comment at the last moment and thus save his participation In this threesome, he blushed softly and remained quiet, much to Clara's playful teasing joy, "Uh? What was that Doctor? It sounded like you were going to say something?"

Shaking his head, he ignored the giggles from the two girls and waited for his oral treatment to begin. Shuffling in front of the Doctor, Clara grabbed his cock and held it towards her lips. Slowly, she pressed her lips against his engorged tip and steadily began to roll her mouth along his cock. Her lips stretched wide around his shaft, her tongue getting sandwiched firmly against the bottom of her mouth, all the while being doused in the copious amounts of pre-cum he had produced. Humming at the taste, Clara angled herself properly and managed to coax her lips further along. The moment the Doctor's cock had entered her mouth, she had become overwhelmed by the satisfaction of providing a blowjob and having a man's shaft in her mouth. Forgetting that she was supposed to be providing visual instruction, Clara instead allowed herself to be overcome with passion. Pushing her lips forwards, she swallowed dutifully, accepting his cock into her throat. Ignoring the audible gasp from her side as her throat bulge and stretched, with Emma able to trace the intricate veins and bulges of his cock through the skin of her throat. Forcing her lips as far as possible, Clara attempted to continue her long running desire to have the entirety of the Doctor's cock inside of her throat, yet only managed to get to her usual mark before gagging and spluttering uncontrollably, her lips stretching and straining further. The Doctor groaned as he was provided with the wild spasming bliss of Clara's clutching throat, relishing in the way she pushed herself further and further, only to finally relent and weave her lips back along, lovingly and intimately bobbing her head over his cock, slurping hungrily at her favourite slab of cock, adoring his sumptuous taste and the swell of his pulsating cock. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a good old-fashioned blowjob. And the moment she was able to stretch her lips around his base would be a moment of euphoria.

"My lord… Your… your throat… How can that be comfortable," Emma commented, managing to snap Clara out of her cock-hungry haze. Realising that she had completely bucked her promise of showing Emma what she should be doing, Clara pulled her lips hastily backwards, gagging slightly as she did so. As much as she wished Emma would be able to sheathe the entirety of his cock into her throat, she was more than aware that Emma would struggle with even the tip. Knowing this, Clara plucked her lips from his cock and took a deep breath, wiping her chin free from stray strands of spittle before lecturing Emma on cock-sucking.

"It takes a lot of effort to get to that point. You tend to gag if you aren't experienced. But there is something satisfying about it. That sort of carnal satisfaction as opposed to physical pleasure. But the gist is, put as much in your mouth as possible," Clara explained, boiling down a blowjob as best as she could. Nodding like a dutiful and dedicated student, Emma reached forwards and took his cock from Clara, once again cradling his length in her palms, relishing the meaty warmth. Shuffling into position, she looked to Clara for one last nod of approval before leaning forwards, readying herself to taste a cock for the very first time in her life. Before she could do that though, Clara interjected, adding one last piece of golden advice. At least in Clara's mind and experience, "Oh, and tongue. Don't forget about tongue. Treat the head of his cock like a clit. Lots of movements, lots of sucking, lots of attention."

"Right… Of I go… Here goes nothing. Do tell me if I am doing it incorrectly," Emma smiled softly, receiving a reassuring smile from Clara. Turning her attention entirely towards the throbbing shaft in front of her, Emma leant forwards and started exactly as Clara had done. With a soft and purposeful kiss to his sensitive head. A shiver ran through his cock and thus through Emma. Feeling the shuddering of his flesh against her lips was exciting to say the least. Curling her tongue across her lips, she tasted pre-cum for the very first time and found herself not as abhorred as expected. It wasn't amazing, yet it didn't make her want to gag. She couldn't rightly conclude whether it would be better or worse without it, but she didn't linger very long in that, instead stretching her lips around his tip. As she widened her jaw, and took him into her mouth, her lips were tightly fitted around the head, her tongue unable to move despite Clara's assurance that that was important. Doing her best, she just ended up running her tongue back and forth across the same small stretch of his throbbing flesh as she struggled to take it any deeper into her mouth. His cock barely reached the back of her throat before she started gagging, saliva dripping down her chin as she did so. Doing her best to work her lips back and forth across his tip, Emma clumsily began to splutter, her tongue trapped in place and her lips barely moving. Moans came from the Doctor's cock, proving Clara's statement about simply attempting it being enough for the Doctor, yet Emma couldn't help but be glad the Doctor was blindfolded. When Clara sucked his cock, she looked stunning and gorgeous, her head moving back and forth as if it was designed to suckle on his hardened cock in the most erotic and precise manner possible. Yet, Emma was confident she looked as clumsy as anything, spluttering and awkwardly shifting her head back and forth by less than an inch. Pulling away, she accidentally let her saliva drip onto her breasts, yet she didn't bother to attend to it, instead continuing to jerk him off, knowing that she could at least do that with a modicum of decorum and sex appeal. Turning to Clara, she expected the brunette to be laughing her head off at the meagre attempt, yet she was lightly fingering herself, moaning softly, "That was utterly embarrassing…"

"It can feel a little demeaning a guess. To be sucking on a man's member like that. But its just like us licking…" Clara began, causing Emma to laugh as she quickly clarified herself. Her problem wasn't with the act, but rather with her inability to perform it well. In truth, she was more concerned with the Doctor's pleasure than actually discerning her own opinion on the matter. It was the conscientious drive that pushed her forwards as quickly as she was going. Without it, she would be tentatively running a finger along the side of his cock.

"No, I mean my ability. I don't mind sucking on a man's member, but rather, I feel as if It would be more pleasurable for me to leave his cock alone as opposed to sucking on it," Emma conceded, her hands still stroking along his cock, rhythmically smacking against his base with precision.

"Oh, right… Well, you can hardly expect to be a master on the first go. And, the Doctor is hardly the best starting point. But you were doing well. If you can't get your mouth round it, focus on using your tongue," Clara suggested, shuffling forwards and beside Emma, their thighs squeezing together as they knelt before the Doctor's thick and juicy cock, "Like this…"

Leaning into the Doctor's cock, Clara pressed her lips against his tip. Instead of parting them and taking his length into her mouth, she let her tongue dart out, running circles across the sensitive flesh, tasting and delighting in the pre-cum spilling from his tip. Her hands worked his cock, jerking him continuously as she salivated hungrily over his tender flesh. Lathering his tip in saliva, she then dragged her lips down the side of her shaft, flailing her tongue wildly across his hardened flesh, stretching her lips around the side of his shaft as she worked saliva into his veined length. Inch by inch, she worked her way along his cock, one hand remaining to support his cock whilst the other massaged and played with his balls. Slavering away, she allowed herself to become consumed by the delectable sensation of his cock throbbing against her lips, shuddering in response to her tongue movements, her mouth breathing hot wafts of air across his length as she moaned eagerly into his thick meat. As she neared his base, her hands once again latched onto his cock, pumping and jerking his length as she lowered her lips to his heavy balls. Always pleasantly surprised by the Doctor's ability to maintain a steady supply of cum, Clara's lips found no shortage of delight in taking his heavy sack into her mouth and bathing the sensitive bulbs of pleasurable nerve endings in as much saliva as she could muster. Her hands continued to jerk his cock, stroking him wildly as her lips smothered his cock in the delicious sensations of her tongue. Popping and plucking each ball from her mouth, she undoubtedly looked like a wild animal to Emma, who watched with equal parts shock and intrigue as Clara became a ravenous oralist, devouring the Doctor's cock in ways that seemed so utterly alien to Emma's limited lesbian world-view. It was so enthralling that Emma couldn't help but treat herself to a couple fingers, easing them into her pussy as Clara's worked diligently on the Doctor's balls, taking a strange fascination in tending to relieving their heaviness. It began to grow to the point that Emma found herself sitting there rather awkwardly, waiting for Clara to finish a demonstration that had completely flown over the time traveller's head.

Not keen to sit there aimlessly, Emma took note of Clara's current fascination and decided that she would tend to the Doctor elsewhere. After all, Clara had demonstrated how to work his cock without taking it into her mouth. Mimicking Clara identically, she pressed her lips against the Doctor's cock and immediately got a moan of pleasure from him as his knees began to shake, undoubtedly in response to two mouths being on his cock. Emma couldn't help but giggle. She appreciated the moan of approval and could wholeheartedly resonate with its reasoning. She would be a quivering mess if two women were to lap at her folds in tandem with one another. Focussing on his tip, she took a rather logical approach, running her tongue back and forth, ensuring that she covered every possible inch of his tip, ensuring that it was layered in saliva and spittle. Tasting what pre-cum she could, she began to grow more of a taste for the substance, moaning softly as she licked his head clean. Following Clara's instructions, she shifted to the opposite side of the Doctor's cock to that which Clara had worked, and began to work her way down his shaft. Wrapping her lips as far around his width as possible, she found it a lot more pleasing and satisfying to actually have control of her tongue as opposed to it being jammed in place by the fatness of his cock. It felt more akin to exploring a woman's folds as opposed to being choked with a cock. Running her tongue across his flesh, she worked his length diligently, taking to it rather swiftly and hungrily, making his cock gleam from inch to inch, finishing the half portion job that Clara had begun. Continuing to play with her folds, she was able to excite herself into more wild and exuberant movement, letting her tongue flail in ways akin to Clara's, yet never quite managing to match the brunette's animalistic hunger for a good cock. Still, Emma finally managed to get to the Doctor's base and instinctively moved to take his balls into her mouth, doing exactly as Clara had done, yet as she pressed her lips forwards, they were pushed against Clara's stuffed cheeks as opposed to the Doctor's cum-swollen balls. Broken from her haze, Emma was surprised she was so consumed in the moment as to not notice, yet was equally surprised as to what happened next.

Emma wasn't quite sure what she expected to happen. Perhaps Clara would pluck her lips from his balls and offer her up her turn. Or maybe she would urge Emma to work back along his cock. Instead of either of this, Clara popped a single one of the Doctor's balls out of her mouth, gleaming and glistening with spittle, before continuing to play hungrily with the one remaining. A little startled, Emma couldn't deny the erotic satisfaction that quivered through her pussy as she did so. Leaning in, she clasped her mouth around the Doctor's ball, her lips pressing closer to Clara's as she suckled on the bulb of flesh. Playing with it in her mouth, Emma ran her tongue across its wrinkled surface, marvelling in the satisfaction she felt toying with the simple mouthful. Popping it from her mouth, she smirked at how good it felt to do so, eagerly leaning back in to do it once more, all before glancing at Clara for approval. Instead, Clara lecherous guided Emma's lips back to the base of the Doctor's cock, all before taking her place on the opposite side of his length, with the two of them creating a pocket of slickness between their mouths, their tongues rapidly running across his cock, occasionally meeting as they steadily worked their way back along his shaft. Stretching their lips as wide as possible, they could almost kiss with the cock pressed between them, their tongue weaving back and forth across his tender flesh, in a deliciously slick and satisfying embrace. Moaning happily, the Doctor fought the urge to press the two women's lips harder against his cock and thrust himself back and forth, using their lips as he would Clara's throat. He was glad he didn't, because the moment their lips met the head of his cock, he was plunged into completely unrivalled pleasure, his legs almost failing him as he stood unsupported, yet being bombarded by wave after wave of intensity. Not that he was complaining. After all, he had two gorgeous woman desperate to use his cock for their own satisfaction.

Curling their lips towards the head of the Doctor's cock, both Emma and Clara were both consumed by a wave of eroticism. Where Clara had been the one leading with sexual passion whilst Emma flirted with it behind the barrier of hesitancy, that changed completely when their lips met. Their tongues lapped at the Doctor's head, sharing the bulbous tip and all the pre-cum that was gleaming across it. Kissing his head, their lips and tongues met in full force, often with the Doctor's head trapped between them. The passion the ignited whenever their lips met in a soft, yet fleeting kiss, was enough to drive Emma into that state of carnal sexual desire, prompting her to gorge on the Doctor's cock as if it were Clara's pussy in front of her. The weaving combination of their two tongues, ducking and darting across one another, all the while their lips rested against his sensitive flesh, made for an intensely orgasmic experience for the Doctor. The way their tongues interacted, interspersed with soft smooching sounds from their brief intense cock-stuffed snogs, added so much depth to what had been an already unique experience. Soon enough, the Doctor's cock became the least of the ladies interests as their lips met passionately, sharing the taste of pre-cum with one another as the Doctor's cock head bounced against their cheeks. Their hands roamed and pawed at one another's bodies, passionately groping and fondling each other, amidst intense snogs. Emma's breath was stolen from her as Clara pushed two fingers inside of her pussy, driving them in and out as Emma gasped and buried her lips in Clara's neck, breathing heavily down her spine as Clara moaned with an animalistic growl. Lifting Emma's head back to her own, Clara lifted those two fingers towards Emma's lips and pushed them inside, the brunette moaning around her digits as she tasted herself on Clara's skin. The sweet taste of pussy was enough to set her going, even if it was that of her own, making Clara's next suggestion all the more palatable.

"Shall we trying having him fuck you?" Clara purred, turning Emma's attention towards the throbbing cock beside her. The sight of it twitching whilst dripping with their saliva made for an enticing sensation. To Clara's surprise, Emma wasn't just willing, but actually sounded somewhat… keen.

"Okay… Mmm, yeah… Yeah, lets do it," Emma giggled, almost like a young teenage girl who just got offered the chance to kiss her high-school crush. The pleasure that had run through her body, alongside the desire that overcame her whilst sucking the Doctor's cock made the prospect of being fucked all the more exciting. She was nervous to no end, but it was no longer this scary step into straight sex, but rather a scary new thing that she was keen to try regardless of how it pertained to her sexuality. That and Clara's lecherous smile could persuade her into anything at that point.

With smiles on their faces, the two girls went to the bed, reclining on its soft embrace before remembering that the Doctor was blindfolded and clumsily ushering him over to join them. Clara was quick to take charge, swiftly positioning the Doctor on his back and spurring him to move quicker. Primarily because she was concerned about Emma's anxiety changing her mind, but also because the prospect of seeing Emma speared on his thick cock was just to exciting to pass up. Deciding that it would be best for the Doctor to lay on his back and forth Emma to ride him, Clara turned to the brunette with a smile, "It'll be easier if you're on top. That way, you have more control. You take it as fast or as slowly as you like. All you have to do is sink yourself downwards."

"Okay… Right… I… Erm… I still don't exactly know how this works?" Emma stammered, looking at the Doctor's cock flopped against his stomach and wondering exactly how this was supposed to work. She knew the intricacies of it. His cock went inside her pussy. Simple. Yet, Clara obviously wanted her in a specific position, angled in a specific way, all of which was unbeknownst to her due to her limited knowledge of straight sex.

"Go ahead and straddle him. By his hips," Clara explained, encouraging her to sit with her knees astride his hips. Once she was in place, Clara grabbed the Doctor by the base of his cock, "That's perfect. I'll angle him towards your entrance and get him in place and then all you've got to do is ease him inside. Just like sitting down on a chair."

"You make it sound so… Oh, my… Do you really think it'll fit?" Emma began, only to get cut of by Clara pressing the head of his cock against her folds. Only when it was In position against her entrance did she truly begin to compare the size of her pussy to that of the Doctor's cock. The two seemed so vastly unsuited to fit together. It seemed as if he would simply tear her apart at the first attempt to push him inside.

"It'll fit. It fits in me and I'm much smaller than you," Clara explained, resting a hand on Emma's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Breathing deeply, Emma began to contemplate the physical possibility of this. She couldn't help but wonder if a more modest sized man would be preferable for her first experience in this field. Yet, she already found herself astride a man, his cock pressed against her pussy, mere moments away from sinking inside of her. It felt as if she was too far in to say no at this point, something that was further iterated by Clara's salacious, "Ready?"

"Well… I suppose I am. Here… Here it goes," Emma breathed, clasping her eyes shut as she slowly began to ease backwards. Pressure began to build at her entrance as her immensely tight, virgin hole was pushed harder and harder against her pussy. Her folds began to be peeled apart, slipping aside to allow his cock easier access to her entrance. Feeling herself stretch for seemingly an eternity, she struggled to imagine it ever fitting inside her, to the point that she was somewhat relieved that she may not have to actually continue due to her physical inability. But then her pussy spread wide enough and the Doctor slipped inside. Her eyes flew open, her lips parted, and her body tingled in a way that she couldn't describe. Her pussy began to throb and burn with pleasure, the blissful sensation rushing through her body and filling every inch of her with a delectable warmth. In that moment, she began to realise how foolish she was to think that a more modest sized cock would be more suitable, as the Doctor's immense width made for such an intense pleasure, that Emma couldn't believe she had forgone cock for this long. A deep satisfying growl of pleasure escaped her lips, etching a smile across Clara's face as she relished that she had turned Emma to the satisfying pleasures of a cock. She might not be completely straight, but the rigid pleasure of a shaft entering her pussy had certainly had an impact on her. Holding in place a moment, Emma let herself adjust to the pleasure, only to find it never ending. It felt like wave after wave emanated from between her thighs, constantly filling her with delectable satisfaction. Concluding that there was no possibility of adjusting to it, she steadily began to sink herself backwards, easing more of the Doctor inside of her and marvelling at the increasing pleasure that came as a result of her cunt getting progressively fuller with cock. Her moans alternated from deep, guttural sounds of pleasure, to silent flailing of her lips as she struggled to push sound from within her. And she had only taken three of the Doctor's many inches.

The slow and steady movement backwards was overwhelming in many ways. It seemed each time that Emma allowed another inch inside of herself, she found her body quivering in response. Often stopping to take a breath, she felt her folds stretching wider and wider with each inch, his cock seemingly thickening the more of it entered her. Moans fell from her lips as she rested her hands against the Doctor's chest, steadying herself as best she could, all the while letting her slickness drip and gleam along her thighs. Fighting the urge to glance behind herself and discover how much of his cock remained to enter her, Emma instead kept her eyes clasped shut, focussing on taking each bit as it came. Clara swiftly stopped holding his cock in place, trusting that enough of his length had entered Emma already. Crawling swiftly around and in front of Emma, Clara was quick to straddle the Doctor's chest, her hands reaching out to grasp Emma's breasts, immediately causing her to moan. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment before she slumped forwards somewhat, clinging to Clara's body in a desperate attempt to maintain her composure. With the Doctor's cock overwhelming her, the comforting presence of Clara made it all the easier to continue sinking herself downwards, despite her orgasm already looming, readying itself to crash into her body and send her spasming into endless realms of cock-filled bliss. Eager to see Emma sheathe the entirety of the Doctor within her, Clara was all to happy to provide her support, her hands roaming the brunette's body with intimate intentions. Cupping one of her breasts, she squeezed and played with the supple flesh, clasping her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a little pain within the Empath's body as a means of countering the intense pleasure of being filled with cock. Dipping a hand down between Emma's thighs, Clara lavished her clit with tender movements, running circles across the sensitive nub, encouraging Emma to continue to ease more and more of the Doctor inside of her, his cock bulging against her tight confines.

Getting into playing with Emma's body, Clara let out a sudden yelp of surprise as she felt her body get pulled backwards. Gasping, she quickly felt a rush of hot air run across her pussy, followed by the eager movements of the Doctor's tongue. Her yelp turned to a deep groan of pleasure, her hands halting heir movements across Emma's body for the slightest of moments, before resuming with a renewed, pleasure-driven vigour. The Doctor had felt someone's body astride his chest, the warmth of their pussy emanating across his skin, their tantalising slickness dripping onto his chest as they played with the other's body. The immense tightness of the pussy wrapped around his cock was one thing, yet the lingering promise of another person's pussy to feast on was encouraging him to forgo his promise of remaining utterly removed from this threesome and only acting as a cock for the other two to play with. Unable to stop himself, he grabbed the person by their hips, immediately recognising the plumpness of Clara's ass as it smacked against his face. Pulling her downwards, he speared her on his tongue, sinking himself deep into her cunt as she let out a groan of pleasure. It was a divine thing to be smothered between Clara's juicy thighs and to have the slim, slender frame of Emma steadily rocking herself back and forth along his cock, sinking more of him inside of herself with each push. Her virgin pussy was truly a delight that the Doctor couldn't have fathomed. He couldn't recall ever sliding into someone as tight as her and he hadn't even bottomed out yet. Stifling her perpetual desire to moan by lapping at Clara's pussy, he busied himself with her pleasure as the two women moaned erotically in each other's direction, humming softly as they rode their respective parts of the Doctor's body. Just a few inches of the Doctor's cock remained to be claimed by her tight pussy, and Emma was keen to see that all of his length found its place inside her; primarily so as to impress Clara as opposed to please herself.

With that in mind, she breathed sharply inwards and slammed her pussy downwards, sinking the last few inches into her pussy and sending her body convulsing into pleasurable heaven. Emma didn't quite expect those last few inches to be as sensational as they were. Her body collapsed forwards, her lips thrusting against Clara's breasts as she breathed deeply, salivating over the brunette's soft skin. Her cunt tightened and spasmed, clutching and pulling at the Doctor's cock, convulsing wildly around his cock. Sweeping through her, her orgasm rendered her complete immobile, her senses and nerve endings becoming fried from the pure intensity, her body brimming with satisfying pleasure and her mind becoming clouded. Struggling to breathe in amongst a constant stream of moans, Emma tried to roll off of the Doctor's cock, but only served to slide several inches of him out of her, with that pleasure being accentuated by her orgasming pussy, resulting in her being reduced to a quivering mess. By the time she had unsheathed his entire cock from her pussy and collapsed to the bed beside him, her body was still twitching, her folds remaining agape as a result of his massive length sitting inside of her. Moans dribbled from her mouth as she stared off into space, the lingering effects of her orgasm remaining in place. Concerned a little, Clara looked over at her and checked she was alright, making sure she hadn't fainted or something. Finding that she was conscious and moaning softly to herself, Clara couldn't help but smirk. She could certainly empathise with that feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Leaving Emma to bask in the effect of her orgasm and simply drink in the lingering pleasure, Clara decided that it was time she enjoyed an orgasm of her own.

Rolling onto her back, Clara spread her legs apart, hooking her arms beneath her thighs to get them further apart. Guiding the Doctor up onto his knees and then into place between her legs, she grabbed his cock by the head and positioned him against her asshole. All she had to do was gently rub his purplish head along her puckered hole to tell him what to do. One hand reached forwards to rest against her stomach and the other grabbed his cock. Guiding himself to her asshole, he slowly slipped the tip inside, receiving a loud, intense moan of pleasure from the busty brunette as reward. With only an inch inside of her, Clara felt immediate pleasure. She would have never considered her ass to be a sensitive spot, but had become a true weakness for her in the bedroom. Humming softly, she kept her legs spread, moaning softly as the Doctor slid himself forwards. Despite Clara being quite fond on anal, she was still immensely grateful that the Doctor took a slow and measured approach to his first thrust into her. Easing himself forwards, he slid inch after inch into her clutching hole, managing to sink quicker into her ass that Emma could take him into her pussy. Uncertain as to whether that was a testament to Clara's anal ability or to Emma's sheer tightness, the Doctor didn't care. It was all the same intense pleasure to him. With one last push, he bottomed out in Clara's asshole, the woman letting out a cock-hungry moan as his saliva slickened balls smacked gently against her ass cheeks, smearing spittle across her bum in the most delightful way. Resting inside of her a moment, the Doctor relished her tightness and the way her ass reacted to the thickness of his member, quivering and tightening as he simply sat inside of her. Hooking her legs around his waist, she kept him pulled deep inside of her, not giving him any room to pull back and free himself of the tight, heavenly embrace of Clara's impossibly tight asshole, the two of them ignoring Emma's meek whimpers in favour of enjoying their own pleasurable fuck.

Drawing his hips back, the Doctor began a slow and measured pace, driving himself forwards as deep as possible. Not wanting to pound her tightest little hole mercilessly, he instead opted for a more intimate pace, ensuring that Clara felt the friction of every weighty inch of his thick cock. Pulling out as much as he could, he only managed to free about half of his cock from the tight confines of her rear end, all before easing himself back in, all the chorus of moans and grunts from Clara's supple lips. Whilst he blind to visible pleasures of Clara's writhing body, swathed In erotic bliss, he could almost perfectly imagine her squat, plump form, sprawled out on the bed, her breasts lightly bouncing with each of his thrusts, her lips ever so slightly parted to allow each moan to escape, and her eyes tightly closed; lost amidst her own fantasies. The bristles of his unshaven crotch pressed firmly into her pussy, the warmth of her arousal washing over his crotch with each push, his balls smacking her rapidly slickening ass cheeks; again and again and again. Groaning softly, he reached forwards and clasped one of Clara's breasts In his hand, using his fingers to find her nipple and running circles across his sensitive tip. The reaction was instant, with Clara cooing pleasurable, arching her back and pushing her crotch harder into the Doctor's continuous thrusts. It was clear what she wanted. A harder and more intense fuck. Giving her just that, the Doctor maintained his steady rhythmic thrusts, but made sure his strokes back inwards were more powerful, his crotch smacking into her body, colliding firmly with her pussy, her entire body bouncing and shaking in response to the resonant thrusts. Soon enough, the entire bedroom was filled with the delectable sounds of their fuck-session, the sloppiness of his thrusts increasing as her arse became slicker with saliva and spittle, her body hungrily accepting his cock and all the pleasures that it brought with it. Using her legs to draw him deep, she bit her lip to stop her from screaming with blissful delight.

Growing tired of simply laying there and taking it, Clara ground the Doctor to a halt and flipped onto all fours. Thinking that she had grown tired of it all together or was allowing Emma a second round, the Doctor was pleasantly surprised to feel Clara backing her ass up into his cock, easing him back inside of herself. This time, instead of the Doctor being completely in control, Clara had her own share of the power. Thrusting forwards, the Doctor felt Clara pushing backwards, meeting his thrust halfway and making for a shuddering impact. Not only that, but with his hands resting on her ass cheeks, he was able to enjoy her cheeks bouncing and jiggling with each thrust together. Moaning softly, Clara bounced happily backwards, content to simply let her ass get gaped and stretched and fucked. It didn't matter to her. The pleasure was intense and satisfying; and to her, that was all she needed. The smacking of the Doctor's balls against her slick pussy only made for a more enjoyable experience, with brief shudders of pleasure tingling through her pussy whenever they smacked against her folds. Thrust after thrust sent quivers through both their bodies, the sounds prompting the Doctor's mind to run wild. He wished he could remove the blindfold and see the way her ass was bouncing, see the moans dripping from her mouth, watch her face contort in blissful pleasure. It was almost torturous to hear all of it, yet not see it. The pleasure thrumming through his cock was the only comfort in comparison to it. At least he was feeling the delicious tightness of her ass for himself.

So, embroiled in their own pleasure and the sensations of her body being united; cock and ass; both Clara and the Doctor were blissfully ignorant to the murmurs of pleasure coming from beside them. Emma had long since recovered from her orgasm, yet she was still being fed a constant stream of pleasure. Yet, this stream was more intense and overwhelming that having the Doctor inside her pussy. Despite being a couple feet away from the other two as they fucked, Emma could feel each intricate shift In their bodies, her ass gaping and stretching in tandem with Clara's. Or rather, her body felt as if her ass was gaping and stretching, even if it rested just as tight and puckered as ever. Clawing at the sheets to her side, she whimpered, trying in vain to break the connection between her and Clara. As much as she tried to convince herself she wasn't enjoying it, that she needed to separate herself from her empathic resonance, she simply couldn't. Because deep down; deep, deep down; she knew that she was enjoying it far too much to simply stop at this point. It may have hurt, yet equal amounts of pleasure stood in opposition to that quivering pain, the extent that she was blushing a soft red in embarrassment to how much she was enjoying it.

After having collapsed from her own orgasm, Emma found herself bathing in a sea of residual pleasure. Every breath she took filled her with warmth as she recuperated from the passionate intensity, but there was a small ache lingering in her body. She felt her ass beginning to hurt. It was subtle at first. Just a dull, unassuming ache. But as her mind returned to her, it began to grow in power and pain. Soon enough her ass was in agony, prompting her to contort and twist, feeling her rear end get driven into by a mysterious length, pounded mercilessly without cessation. As she gritted her teeth, she twisted onto her side, her eyes meeting with Clara's for a split instant. Suddenly, her body stopped moving, her grunts of pain stopped and the agony ripping through her body was replaced with pure pleasure. She felt the familiar sensation of her mind lifting itself away. Her body tingled as the new sensations of another person's emotions filled her to the brim, the feelings that were affecting them beginning to affect her. It became clear why the pain she was feeling was so intense. She was experiencing anal. Yet, she was experiencing anal as if she was the one being anal fucked. The feelings of pain were as if her own ass was being torn into by the Doctor's cock at the blistering pace at which Clara was being fucked. But now she was feeling it as Clara was. That pain still existed, permeating her body with each thrust, yet it was mellowed out by the pleasurable satisfaction that Clara found in having her ass fucked. Every thrust stretched her and gaped her, making Emma groan and wonder how anyone could possibly subject themselves to such an agonising treatment, only to have her answer moments later when the accompanying pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her and making the painful thrust more than worth it.

Laying next to Clara, Emma watched the brunette's body contorting with pleasure, only to then feel that pleasure a moment later, causing her own body to twist and react. Each thrust of the Doctor's cock drove itself into Clara before doing the same to Emma a few seconds later, the empath shifting her body back and forth to mimic the way in which Clara's body reacted to his cock. Moaning together, the two ladies shared in the delectable pleasure of a good anal fucking, with Clara tempering her pleasure with experience and Emma relying on that experience to even find a single quiver of pleasure in the entire experience. Wanting more, Emma allowed her hands to run across her body, grabbing at her breast as she slipped hand down to her folds. She could feel the Doctor's crotch pressing into her pussy with every thrust, his bristled pubic hair caressing her folds with each climactic push. It was a strange thing to combine that pleasure with her own hand, often massaging portions of her pussy that were being rubbed against at the same time, doubling up the pleasurable possibilities of a single spot on her body. For a brief moment, Emma's mind brimmed with ideas on how to turn that into a truly erotic situation, only to have her mind claimed by a wave of pleasure, reverting her to a base and animalistic creature, savouring pleasure and bliss above everything else. Rubbing her clit, she felt an orgasm speeding through her body and whilst she wanted to wait to indulge in it, she found herself quite unable to resist melting into the supple grasp of her own hand. Her fingers running across her pussy have her the final push into heavenly satisfaction, her body shuddering and moaning into an orgasm. Yet, even as she moaned and squealed, her body tightening and tensing, she found herself continuing past it into more pleasurable pastures.

Clara wasn't yet ready to orgasm, meaning the empathic link between the two of them remained. Even as the pleasure she was siphoning from Clara's body became more intense in her post orgasm body, Emma couldn't bring herself to sever the link, allowing her moans to continue to push themselves from the depths of her quivering body. Growing bolder, Emma curled two fingers towards her dripping wet entrance, pushing them inside of herself. Gasping loudly, she felt her body almost short-circuit with pleasure as she experienced a rather meek version of being double penetrated. The sensation of having two of her holes entered at the same time was nothing short of intense, and whilst her fingers hardly rivalled that of a cock, the Doctor's massive length even it out, even if the sizes shared between her holes were immensely disproportionate. Regardless, she found herself hooked on it, slowly sliding those fingers into her pussy, rocking them in and out of her clutching, sloppy depths. Her pussy was gleaming and dripping with arousal, to the point that by simply having her hand resting against her folds as she fingered herself, that hand found itself coated in a layer of gleaming slickness. The amount of pleasure in her body and the exertion of maintaining the link through such an intense sexual act, Emma's body was gleaming with sweat, her eyes latched on Clara as the squatter brunette simply revelled in the comparably simplistic pleasure of anal sex. Looking at the two of them, you wouldn't have thought that the woman laying fingering herself was experiencing more pleasure than the one getting a massive cock rammed into their arse, yet it was utterly true. Feeling another orgasm already building within her, Emma maintained her composure and held of on experiencing it. In her sex addled mind, she had come up with an idea. One that seemed so utterly wild, yet she simply couldn't hold back on it. She wanted to layer up their orgasms. She wanted to wait until Clara was contorting through her orgasm, before relinquishing herself to her own, allowing her to share Clara's bliss whilst experiencing her own. All those lessons she had learned about messing with strong emotions and feelings abandoned her as she looked out at a new sexual frontier, watching Clara's face for those tell-tale signs of the end of her sexual experience.

It didn't take long until it crashed into Clara's body. She had been holding off herself but found herself unable to maintain that when presented with such satisfying bliss as the Doctor's cock. One wayward thrust later and she gasped loudly, her pussy and ass tightening and sending her into the all too familiar territory of an anal induced orgasm. A soft squeak came from Emma as she felt that orgasm rush through her body. Weary from two preceding orgasms, Emma struggled to lift her hand to her clit, rubbing it furiously for a few seconds before falling limply against the bed. Her lips parted to let out a moan, yet she could lend no sound to it as her body layered two intense orgasms over themselves. She struggled to focus on anything as her core seemingly exploded outwards, sending pleasure through every nerve in her body. Her fingers went numb as the heat of her orgasms flooded over every last aspect of her body, her mind swaying back and forth as it tried to find something to focus on so as to remain conscious. Fighting against her body's desire to collapse, Emma didn't anticipate what happened next. The Doctor came. Sending several long strands of cum into Clara's asshole, the Doctor milked himself dry with her spasming hole, making sure every drop of cum filled her to the brim, unwittingly ensuring the same for Emma. That sensation, that feeling of having cum unloaded into her ass, whilst innocuous on its own, was the final straw for the intensity of her current situation. Unable to take it, her eyes rolled closed and she collapsed against the bed, her chest rising and falling as her unconscious self steadied her breathing.

"Fuck… Mmm… That's… That always feels so good," Clara moaned as her ass was used as a cum receptacle for the Doctor's cock. Slowly, he pulled out, letting her fall forwards, cum leaking from her rear end. The two of them had completely forgotten about Emma, becoming so embroiled in their own pleasure. As the Doctor fell backwards, slumping against the headboard, still blind to the two ladies, it fell on Clara to notice Emma's state. Glancing over at her, her eyes widened, first with confusion, then with panic, and then a flash of relief. The brunette was gleaming with sweat and arousal, her hand resting on her pussy as she began to breathe normally. At first, Clara thought she was awake as she continued to moan even after passing out, but as she shook Emma's shoulders, she realised that she had in fact fainted. Not certain as to why, Clara concluded it was to do with her empathic abilities. After all, she was perfectly fine after cumming on the Doctor's cock. Confident that she just need rest, Clara leant backwards a smile on her lips as the Doctor finally broke his silence, forgetting about his promise not to.

"So… What did you think, Emma?" The Doctor breathed, looking aimlessly around the room, expecting to at least look at Emma for a second before glancing elsewhere. Not realising Emma was asleep, the Doctor also ignored Clara soft little giggle at his question.

"Oh… I think she's found an answer…" Clara smirked. Whilst Emma may not question her sexuality, there was one resounding fact that she had come to learn over the past hour of their sexual adventures. There was a wealth of pleasurable merit to be found in that of the male anatomy.

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed that. I'm really enjoying writing about Emma, despite her appearance in the show being less than thrilling. I don't know, there's just something about a closeted lesbian being slowly introduced to the world of sex and the vast pleasures of being fucked by a cock that is inherently exciting. That and having Clara involved in any sort of lesbian activity is always enjoyable.

As previously mentioned, this chapter was sponsored by a very kind fan. He has also agreed to sponsor a couple more chapters in the coming weeks, starting with another addition to Amy's story next Monday. So look forward to that. It'll be fun to catch up with our favourite redhead as she and River explore the Byzantium, butt-naked and being stalked by angels. What could be better? There will also be a continuation of Clara's training with Vastra and Jenny, which will be separated into its own story. So keep a look out for that when it comes in a few weeks time.

In terms of the next chapter for this story, I'm not sure when it'll be coming, but I'll give you all a little teaser as to its content. Given how much fun I'm having with Emma and her abilities, I think it would be prudent to further her curiosity towards these peculiar strapon devices that Clara described. Yet, they neither have access or the ability to get to one of them… Which means Clara and Emma will have to take a trip in the TARDIS, meaning all manner of sexual adventures await them. Emma won't be a permanent companion in this story, but she has a few additional story elements to see to before she can return to her time.