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15/12/2011
I am writing this in third person, just to tell you because I write better in third person. Took me 2-days to complete this!
The front door of the Gordon residence flew open as Mr. Gordon opened the door for Emma, Trent, Mateo and Jennifer. The first one in the house was Trent followed closely by Mateo. He stormed into the house with Mateo at his heels.
“Trent, just talk to me please,” Mateo begged. He placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Trent please?”
Trent jerked away, fighting tears. Only three words escaped his throat, but his voice was so soft that he doubted Mateo heard him. “Go away, Mateo.” He suddenly found himself staring into his best friend’s angry face as Mateo turned him around.
“Trent, if you would just talk to me-” Mateo began.
“N-” Trent began to object. He was silenced as Mateo covered his mouth. “If you would just talk to me, I could probably help you,” Mateo finished.
“NO!” Trent shoved Mateo away, still fighting tears. He could clearly feel his eyes growing moist and didn’t doubt Mateo could clearly see his eyes glistening from them. Still, he refused to let the tears fall. Showing weakness in front of the others was uncalled for. He had to be strong for them. Besides, showing weakness in front of them would show them how weak he really was. He couldn’t have that.
“Fine,” Mateo yelled.
“Fine,” Trent agreed.
Both friends stormed off; Mateo up the stairs, while Trent turned quickly and marched towards the kitchen leaving the others to wonder what to do. Mr. Gordon went up the stairs to see if his son was okay, while the others stood in the living room.
Soon they separated and Jennifer went into the kitchen. Trent was frantically searching through the cabinets for something to eat, grumbling under his breath. Trent finally backed out of the cabinet holding the end of a package of Chips Ahoy chocolate-chip cookies. He set them aside and grabbed a plate from another cabinet. Trent piled several cookies on his plate then began cramming his mouth with cookies moaning with pleasure as he did.
Trent looked up when he heard a giggle from nearby. With his cheeks stuffed with chocolate-chips, he glared at Jennifer who was looking amused at Trent’s behavior.
“Hungry, Trent?” Jennifer inquired, her hands in her pockets.
“Shut up,” Trent remarked, with his mouth full.
Jennifer sighed, glancing down and shaking her head. Trent had a very bad habit of gorging himself with food instead of talking about his feelings. It was unhealthy and he knew it. The others knew that Trent was hiding something from them and that it concerned Mateo. Trent’s friends tried to get him to say something but all they heard was him snapping back at them that it was none of their business.
Finally Jennifer verbalized what she was thinking.
“You know there are better ways to handle your problems.” Jennifer remarked.
“Don’t you start with me too, Jen,” Trent retorted.
Jennifer groaned. She had tried so many times to get Trent to open up, but to no avail, Trent was too prideful to say anything about how he felt. Trent saw discussing his feelings as a weakness, something only girls did.
True, Mateo and Jennifer often discussed their feelings for each other but that didn’t mean Trent had to. Trent sighed in between mouthfuls.
Jennifer eventually got up and went upstairs to probably to talk to Mateo. Whatever, they always talk to each other.
Trent started to head to the lounge upstairs when he heard Jennifer say his name and then Emma’s. Trent wondered what they could be talking about. He tried to listen but then all he heard was “… up to Emma.” What? What was up to Emma? And how did this tie to Trent?
Trent pondered on this only for a little while but then decided to take a nap. Yawning he lifted himself on to the couch and found himself drifting to sleep.
Dream
He had absolutely no clue what she was doing to him but it felt so incredible he didn’t want her to stop. He let out a moan as he felt her caress his body, her hand’s touch sending sparks of emotion up his spine. He didn’t know who the person was he was dreaming about, but she seemed vaguely familiar. But he didn’t think on this for too long, what she was doing felt way to good. The girl got off of him and bent over slightly raising her butt in the air.
Reality
Groaning, Trent raised his head, feeling irritable that his dream got disrupted. Through his blurry vision he saw Mr. Gordon staring down at him. Trent rubbed his eyes, making his vision better.
“I’m going out, Trent,” Mr. Gordon told him. “Mateo and Jennifer are going with me. Do you want to come with us?”
Yawning, Trent shook his head and took a moment to stretch.
“No, thanks,” He replied, resting on the pillow, closing his eyes, desperate to get his dream again.
“Alright, Emma’s going to stay here too…”
Trent wasn’t really listening to Mr. Gordon, but he supposed it was about their safety.
“Mm-hmm,” Trent mumbled.
“Okay. Don’t expect us back for a few hours, okay?”
Trent didn’t give any response.
“Alright then,” Mr. Gordon replied.
It was perhaps two minutes after Mr. Gordon left with the others that Trent felt someone shaking him. He refused to get up. When he felt someone rub his chest, he allowed a smile to spread across his face and allowed a moan of pleasure to escape him.
“Mmmmm. That feels good…”
Smiling he rolled over a little. He jumped when he felt someone tickling his belly. His eyes snapped open to see Emma’s smiling face towering above him. Surprised, he rolled over. However he ended up rolling a bit too far and quickly found himself on the floor.
He picked himself up while Emma darted down to him, at his aid in an instant. He assured her he was alright while he dusted himself off. He asked what it was that she wanted and why it meant to wake him up.
“I want to show you something,” Emma replied. She took his hand gave it a squeeze and smiled at him.
“Come into the kitchen.”
She led him across the house to where the kitchen was located. At first, Trent blinked. Except for the two candles burning on the kitchen table the room was completely darkened. Sitting into one of the chairs he observed the table’s surface: Two bowls and two spoons. Between the two of them were the burning candles. Emma was the first to speak.
“Are you hungry?” She asked.
“Well…” Trent replied. “Maybe a little.”
Just then his stomach gave a big, audible growl.
Emma giggled.
“A little!”
They sat down.
Trent then decided to speak up.
“So, is this a date or something?”
Emma blushed.
“No, umm… I just wanted to make you a nice dinner since you didn’t go eat with Mateo’s dad. He helped me prepare the food.
DING!
Trent’s head perked up at the sudden sound. He watched as Emma took a ladle out of one of the cabinets and bring a crockpot over to the table. She then opened the top to reveal that the crockpot had beef stew inside.
“Mmmmm, my favorite!” Trent said.
Trent lifted the ladle and poured some of the stew into his bowl. He lifted a little to his mouth and tasted it. Then he gaged. It burned the inside of his mouth! Emma was just about to lift the spoon up to her mouth when Trent warned her.
“I would let it cool off, if I were you.”
They passed the time by making small talk and sipping their drinks. Then Trent piped up.
“When did Mr. Gordon say they would be back?” Trent asked, although he said this absent-minded. He had to admit that Emma looked lovely in the candlelight, with her eyes gleaming.
“He said for three hours, four at most.” Emma replied.
Trent’s eyes widened. Three hours, maybe four, alone with Emma? Surely he must have been dreaming. Now that he was alone with her, he was unsure about what to do. He didn’t want to launch himself at her altogether; he didn’t want to freak her out. Then again his longing for her was so strong he feared he would end up doing that anyways. It felt strange thinking these thoughts; he had just found out that she was a girl about two months ago.
After five minutes the stew had cooled enough to where it could be eaten. The two of them started to eat, taking a drink every now and then. Trent had eaten the majority of the food but Emma still had a good portion. Staring at each other they rubbed their full bellies, letting out sighs of content afterward.
What had brought on the romantic atmosphere, Trent didn’t know, and he particularly cared. All he cared about was him spending some alone time with the one he loved. He thought that what had been bothering him for so long, because he had been having erotic dreams about her and had been unable to make them a reality. Maybe he might be able to do that tonight. If he didn’t he would be one pissed off little guy, and that wouldn’t be good because you never hear anyone going to bed angry.
After they digested their meal they went to the living room. Emma reluctantly agreed to play a couple of video games with Trent even though she strongly detested them. Trent literally waded through the game cases; Mateo’s dad was rich, and finally found the one he was looking for.
“Ooh! You’re going to love this one; Mateo and I play it all the time.”
Emma plopped down on one of the chairs. She craned her neck to look.
“What kind is it?” She asked.
“You’ll see” Trent replied.
Trent turned on the console and slid the disc in. He scooped up two controllers and handed one to Emma.
The game started and Trent guided Emma through the basics. It turned out that Emma sucked at it. She had never played the system, and the controls were counterintuitive. She just let Trent take the lead while she just hung back.
After a while Emma yawned.
Glancing at Emma, Trent asked,
“You’re not having fun, huh?”
Emma winced.
“Um… not really no. But I don’t mind watching you play though.”
Trent nodded. And then and idea came to him. He flashed a naughty smile at Emma.
“Well then, maybe you wouldn’t mind to slide over so we can sit a little closer, hmm?”
Emma looked down and blushed.
“Um… okay.”
She got up from her chair and plopped down right next to Trent. She sat down with a fwumph and bumped Trent’s butt. Both of them laughed. Trent rubbed his shoulder against Emma’s. He wiggled a bit, getting settled.
“There now. That feels better. Want to continue?” Trent asked.
“Okey-doke!” Emma replied.
Trent resumed the game but kept a little of his attention on Emma. Emma was nervous but obviously excited. Trent guessed correctly that Emma had never been so bodily close to another boy before, but was curious and enjoying it.
Trent slowly grasped Emma’s hand as he played. She made a slight twitch as she felt this, but kept his hand there. Emma started to cuddle against Trent’s shoulder.
“That feels nice,” Trent complimented.
Eventually, Trent grew weary of the video game and decided to turn it off, probably to Emma’s relief.
Snuggling on the couch, they decided to watch a movie. When Emma suggested that they watch James Bond: Goldeneye, Trent flat-out stated that it was too long and that he’d seen it way to many times to watch it anytime soon; his dad was a James Bond fanatic! So they settled on watching cartoons on a local network, though Trent’s mind was somewhere else. While he did have her head in his lap and his arm rapped around her, he wasn’t about to confess his feelings to her, it just seemed too soon.
For the longest time neither of them said anything. It was only when Emma looked up at him and pecked him on the cheek that the silence was broken after she said.
“I love you.”
Having not been listening to her he looked at her into her sapphire eyes and asked,
“What did you say?”
She sat up and turned to face him, beaming.
“I said I love you, silly!”
Trent rubbed his neck and glanced down feeling uncomfortable.
“You know, this month will be my first…”She blushed. “…Period.”
“Really? Well uh… good for you,” Trent replied.
Emma sighed. She looked down at the ground. Then she looked up into Trent’s eyes.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” She asked.
“Hey, of course I do!”
He cupped his hands around her face.
“Look at you! Those gorgeous blue eyes and that adorable nose!”
“My…nose?” Emma pulled back a little covering it with her hands.
“It’s like a little sugar cookie,” Trent said.
Emma giggled nervously. Trent knew that Emma was really self-conscious about her nose. He had heard her talking about it; she thought it stuck out like a radish.
“Thanks, Trent,” Emma told him softly.
“Um… the reason why I asked you to come with me.” She smiled bashfully. “Do you want to, you know, have” She paused. “Sex?”
Trent blinked. He stood completely still for a second. He could practically hear his heart pounding. Then he said,
“WHAAAAAAAAT!”
He saw Emma as her sky blue eyes got big and shiny as she backed off.
“But you said I was pretty…”
Trent was as tense as guitar string.
“Well yeah! But… sex! That’s just, it’s just... we can’t!”
“Why not?” Emma asked.
“Because… because…” Trent sputtered. “It’s not right!”
Emma looked at him as if he was speaking in a crazy alien language.
“What would make you think that!?”
Then she snapped her fingers.
“Wait. I get it now. Trent, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not interested in a for-life relationship kind of thing! I just thought you and I are friends and it would be fun. You don’t even have to worry about me getting pregnant…”Her cheeks turned an even darker shade. “Yet.”
“Where is all this fear coming from, Trent?” Emma asked.
“Well for starters, Josh would probably bite my head off if he found out!” Trent said.
“Oh, so now you’re on a first-name basis with him?” Emma and Trent both cracked up, relieving a little of the tension.
“Anyways, No he wouldn’t! He knows it’s my first period, but I told him I wasn’t ready to have babies yet.”
She shuffled her feet.
“I, um, just wanted to practice first.”
She took Trent’s hand to hers.
“With someone who cares about me.”
“What do you think?”
Trent’s skin tingled where Emma touched. He looked into her bright, beautiful eyes.
“I think you are very, very pretty Emma,” He told her sincerely. “And I’d like to help you practice anything you’d like to try.
Emma giggled.
“Awesome!” She hopped up, full of excitement.
“What do you think we should try first?”
“Well umm… It’s up to you, I guess.” Trent replied.
She dove at him and ensnared him in a big hug.
“Want to kiss?” She asked.
He smiled.
“I’d love to!” He replied.
Emma closed her eyes and moaned when their lips touched.
This is so exciting! Trent thought. I can’t believe it! Emma and I are going to do it! Finally the day I’ve been waiting for! The kiss filled Trent with feelings he never experienced before.
The kiss ended after quite a while.
“Wow,” Trent remarked.
“That was-”
“The most awesome thing that ever happened? That’s what I thought.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Trent said.
Emma giggled.
Trent chuckled and hugged her.
“You know I never really noticed how soft your skin is!”
They both laughed.
Trent liked the playful feelings they were sharing. They kissed once more and then again and again. They wrapped their arms around one another, pulling each other close and their body heat increasing. Trent gasped as Emma slowly slithered her tongue into his mouth. They held onto each other closely tightly. Slowly, they began to caress each other, finding out what spots were sensitive and best for arousal. Slowly they began to strip away each other’s clothing until they were both naked, there clothes lying in a heap on the floor.
She pulled away from him and began running her fingers against his body, staring at him. Man, she was good. She finally stopped at Trent’s waist and looked up at him. When Trent gave a nod she began to massage his private. She smiled once she saw his member become fully erect. She began to pump him, her hand going at an agonizingly slow pace. Trent didn’t know if she looked at him or if she said anything or anything, he just reared his head back and closed his eyes.
“Go a little bit faster…” Trent mumbled.
She gave him a nod and increased her speed. Suddenly, Emma dipped her head.
Trent let out a pleasurable gasp as he suddenly felt warmth around his member. Moaning, he looked down to discover that Emma bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him, her hand gripping his groin at the base and her mouth letting out muffled moans.
He decided he should help and he began to buck his hips. A squeal from Emma indicated that she liked his actions. A shuddery sigh escaped Trent throat as he continued to thrust himself into Emma’s mouth. He leaned back some until he was resting on his hands, his legs now out in front of him and spread out to give her more room. How long had it been since they started? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. Reaching his peak after five minutes of being sucked would have made him look like less of a man.
He didn’t want the feeling to cease; he wanted them to increase and continue. Why had he waited so long to experience this kind of pleasure? These thoughts were instantly ripped out of his mind, as he felt Emma start to nibble along his member, gently starting at the tip and making her way down to his base. He gasped, tightly gripping the couch cushion, as she did so.
“Go back up…” Trent managed to say.
“Concentrate…” He breathed.
He moaned as he pushed himself into her mouth before taking a breath of relief.
“Concentrate on the tip…”
She gave him a nod before ever so slowly moving her head upwards her lips gliding along his penis. With her mouth hovering above his member, she took her tongue out and began to circle it around his tip.
He let out a moan of pleasure, his hands digging into the fabric.
“Oh my god, Emma! Oh god, that’s good! That’s so... GOOD!”
He let out a soft groan of disappointment as just then he felt pressure being built up at the base of his penis and worked its way up. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Get ready.” Trent warned. “I’m-”
He never did finish his sentence. He yelled as he released himself into Emma’s mouth. Sighing in content, he eased his member out of her mouth and started to relax. He looked at Emma to see what her expression was, and then burst out laughing. She was swishing his sperm in her cheeks!
Trent got up. Emma started to look concerned.
“Something wrong?” She asked.
Trent blushed, and shook his head.
“Actually, I just had to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute, love. ”
Trent went to the bathroom and then came back to Emma hugging him. She planted a kiss on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be!? That was fun!” Trent replied.
“Sex with me?” She playfully asked.
“Anything you want,” Trent said.
Emma giggled hysterically.
Emma slowly bent over so Trent could have a good view of her sex. Wow! Emma’s vagina was the peak of all beauty! Trent stared at Emma for a long while. He even drooled a little. Trent stared at the sight before him. It was driving him crazy! It took all his willpower to say one complete sentence.
“So… do you want me to butt-fuck you or what?”
She glanced over her shoulder.
“Rather than tell you, why don’t I just show you?”
Without any warning, she backed up.
Trent suddenly found himself on his back with a face full of skin, skin that covered Emma’s behind. He looked at her surprised, but he enjoyed the activity nonetheless. He caught on to what she wanted while she peered down at her, with her shocking blue eyes. While most people would have found this activity gross, Trent was very turned-on by this.
While it was a little hard to get positioned he eventually found the place he wanted to be. He loved the position he was in! Without much hesitation he began tenderly licking her rear. He felt her body quiver in delight as he held onto her hips. A grin made its way to his face. He was more than happy to please her, no matter what activity.
She began bucking her hips, rubbing her hindquarters against his face.
“Oh, God, Trent that feels so good . . .” she moaned.
Trent chuckled while continued to glide his tongue over Emma's behind, his fingers gently moving from her hips down to her posterior. He began caressing. This did nothing but excite Emma even more. He was all too pleased at the result. He was thrilled that he was enjoying himself. If not more than her, he certainly was. This night was all about them and their relationship. If rimming her would help maintain that relationship and keep it from being torn down, then he was all for it.
As a result of her rubbing her butt against his face, her vagina began to rub against his chest. With time, the speed of which became faster and faster until she found herself squealing in delight, both from vaginal pleasure and anal pleasure. Trent gasped as he felt something wet coat his chest. Though this did not stop him from continuing rimming her, it did spark his curiosity as to what was going on. No doubt that she had finally reached her peak, coating his chest in a white liquid that had no real smell to it.
He was saddened when she rose up, lifting her butt off his face. He watched as she got off him. She only went a couple of feet before she turned around and licked off her cum from his chest. His leg kicked as he moaned in pleasure. Unfortunately for him, the pleasure didn't last and he soon found himself staring at Emma’s buttocks once again. He got the idea and went forward, standing up and gripping her thighs, positioning himself to pleasure her anally.
“This is gonna rock.” She resumed her position, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at him.
Trent glanced down quickly to make sure everything was lined up, and then he gave Brittany another quick kiss on the back of her head.
“You ready?” He asked.
“Are you kidding?” She replied. “Let's do this!”
“Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants!” Trent said. “Here we go!”
Emma let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
“That's perfect, Alvin! Oooh, just leave it there for a bit, it feels great!”
Alvin the back of her head, breathing gently in them and smiling when she gasped.
"Feels pretty damn great back here too."
He thrust a little bit more. After a little trial and error he picked up the rhythm.
Emma moaned. “Ohhh! Alvin, I love you so much!”
“And I love you too, Brittany,” Trent said tenderly in her ear.
Trent blocked out all his thoughts and lost himself in the moment. The sensations. Everything was warm and moist and amazing. To share this with his friend . . . He felt like the biggest dumbass, idiot on the planet to have spent so long acting like all he ever needed was himself. Even though he'd gotten into it through some rather ignominious means, he knew he wouldn't want to leave his new family for anything in the world. No food, no material goods, could mean as much as this.
“This is even more fun than I'd imagined,” Emma said, dreamily.
“I’ll say!” Trent replied.
Trent’s smile was warm and peaceful as he held Brenda close. He was happy, and why not let that be known by letting out a few moans? Along with her, he moan and groaned in happiness as he continued to ram himself into her, sighing in content as he felt her muscles contracting around his thick, stiff member. It felt odd, but oh so incredible and exciting. These feelings of excitement and joy allowed him to speed up his thrusts. Just in case he was hurting her, he eased off, going at a slow and steady pace. However, she confirmed that his hard, fast thrusting was just what she wanted. He nodded silently and went back to thrusting as fast and as hard into her as he possibly could, causing her to shriek in ecstasy. In response to her joyful crying he sped up his pace. He felt so happy.
A moment later, he was extremely happier when he blasted a load of hot cum right inside Emma's tight rear. She screamed loud enough to hurt their ears and reached behind her to caress everything of Trent she could reach. No sooner had he done this was it that he flipped her over onto her back and drove his nose into her clit.
Brittany shrieked in ecstasy!
“Oh, Trent! Yeah! Keep doing that!”
Trent was only too happy to. Emma shut her eyes tight and moaned, bucking her hips. She tightly gripped the cushioning that she lied upon.
He felt his member start to grind against the crack between the cushions. He smiled. It seemed the couch itself wanted some action as well. He was alone too happy to do so. Bucking his hips up and down, he drove his dick into the softness and warmth and comfort that the couch provided. He groaned as he felt some pressure start to build up in his member. By now he had gotten used to it. It was becoming familiar territory to him now. Yet, he restrained himself, wanting to orgasm right at the same time as her. His mouth could sense that she was getting close to such a climax. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt something vibrating against his mouth. He assumed it was simply her clit, but he could have been wrong. He didn't concentrate on what it was. He was too overcome with pleasure to think about anything else, and he imagined that Emma was also too distracted by her own pleasure to do so.
Letting out a loud moan, she continued to buck her hips, driving her clit into his open mouth, allowing him to explore her further.
She made her breath coming out in short, pleasurable gasps. She reached up and grabbed his head, and gently tugged at his ears.
He let out a load moan as she pulled on his ears. He enjoyed the roughness.
“Pull them it bit harder,” he whispered.
She dug her fingers into his ears, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs in pleasure.
“Oh, my . . .” He screamed.
That did it! The dam burst and he felt his cum explode from his member and fill the space between the cushions. With his mouth open, he felt a sudden warmth invade it, telling him that she had reached her own orgasm, coating his lips, cheeks, and the inside of his mouth in her sweet, delicious cum. His tongue eagerly explored his mouth, licking up every bit of cum that it could reach. With a shaky hand he reached up and wiped the sperm off his face, then roughly shoved his hand in his mouth, his tongue anxiously licking up the cum that coated it, causing his body to shiver.
Emma looked at him with concern.
“Trent?” She breathed. “You’re shaking.”
It wasn't until she said this that he found himself vibrating like mad. He gave her a reassuring smile and a nod.
“Don't worry, I'll be all right.” He replied.
She nodded slowly and a smile crept across her face. Once again, she aligned herself with his penis. She pressed herself against him, allowing his penis to enter her and gasped.
“You okay?" Trent asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I? If I'm hurting you-” Trent started.
“Oh, shut up and give it to me nice and hard, baby!” She playfully replied.
Trent nodded, his grin widening.
“Well, okay . . .” He sarcastically said.
He began pressing himself into her, going in and out repeatedly, picking up speed as time went on. His moan came out in a shudder as he felt the warmth of her vagina engulf his fully erect member. The warmth spread around his member and ran up to his chest, quickening his heartbeat and causing his breathing to become heavier. He suddenly stopped when he saw her switching positions. He gently slid out of her and waited until she got into a comfortable position. He watched as she rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her rump in the air, showing off her genitalia for him. Getting the idea, he climbed on top of her, his member directed at her vagina. Being gentle, he eased it in and began thrusting at a steady, slow pace. He gently gripped her shoulders, massaging them as his hot breath made the fur on her neck rustle.
Emma let out a deep moan of pleasure as she lifted her leg to give him better access, although such was not needed.
Trent increased his thrusting, going a bit faster and harder while at the same time driving his cock as deep into her as possible. The woman, yes and I mean woman, below him gave a high-pitched squeal of excitement as he did so, telling him that she clearly wanted more of it. He didn't hesitate in doing so. He was pleased that she was having a good time. It was just a shame that they never got to do these kinds of things very often. He made sure to relish in the activity as much as possible for fear that this would be their last outing together. He rested his head against her own, grunting, moaning, and sighing as he kept driving himself against her vagina, the muscles of her vagina continuing him. Oh, God, how he loved it! He loved every minute of it and didn't want it to stop any time soon. He knew, however, that he would eventually reach his climax, after which they would probably settle down for the night. After all, they had done practically everything that they could think of at pleasing one another, except for maybe foot licking, but they could try that out any time they wished, though they would have to stop once they got aroused from the activity since arousal would lead to more intimate things, things that they could not do when the others were around. No doubt that their loud moan of joy would wake the others, and then they would be caught, scolded, and grounded for life.
“Oh, God, Trent” Emma moaned.
Trent said nothing, he just chortled in bliss, her sweet voice like music to his ears. He suddenly got off her when she once again switched positions. He watched as she once again rolled over onto her back, smiling at him, spreading her legs for his penis.
"Would you stop switching positions?" he asked, smiling, though trying to look annoyed. "Pick a damn position and stick with it?"
Emma looked surprised that Trent cursed. Trent barely did things that were unnecessary, like cursing; but it seemed strange for her to be surprised after all they did just now.
She chuckled and roughly pulled him down for a kiss. She slithered her tongue into his mouth and she felt him shudder in pleasure. She suddenly rolled over so that she was on top of him, pressing her vagina against his member. She pulled away from him, using a paw to gently stroke his cheek. She gave it a loving pat.
“Hey, now," Trent complained, "that's not fair! Why do you get to be on top? The guy is always on top!”
She sputtered her lips.
“Oh, bullshit! Come on, it's only fair. You've been on top of me all night! Why not let me have some fun of my own, huh?”
He chuckled, realizing that what she said made sense. He had indeed been selfish all night. She deserved the right to have some of her own, even if it were for a few minutes. He could feel himself starting to reach his peak, which only served to anger him since he wanted the experience to last as long as possible. He hated it when he was just enjoying himself and then found that it was suddenly over in five minutes. He made a vow to make their last sex session as long and as pleasurable as possible, even if at his expense.
She moved forward slightly. She took his member in her paw, positioning it carefully. She gasped and shivered as it slid into her. She relaxed as she slowly began to ease it into her. She smiled at him as she began bucking her hips, going up and down on his cock, shoving it in and out of her vagina at such a great force that it was somewhat painful, yet all the more pleasurable. She leaned down with his dick shoved in her clit and gave him a tender, passionate kiss, her hips still hard at work while he continued to caress her rear end.
“Now, see? This was a good idea after all, wasn't it?” She snickered.
Trent chuckled once more, this time at his own stupidity. “Totally,” he agreed. “Damn, that feels so good!”
She laughed.
“I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.” She replied.
She leaned down once more for yet another intimate kiss before beginning a vigorous thrusting of his cock, causing her love to let out an extremely loud scream of pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, baby?” Emma asked, playfully.
She received nothing but a loud moan in response. She smiled.
“I'm glad.”
Trent gasped as Emma's rigorous thrusting of his dick was causing him some slight pain, most likely because her thrusting was causing it to bend. He ignored it to the best of his ability, feeling himself start to peak. He stared into her eyes and could sense that she could tell that it was for him to finally climax.
The blonde girl smiled at him. “Come on, cum inside me, baby! I want to feel your sweet, delicious juices inside me!”
He nodded. With one final shove into her, he finally released himself. This orgasm (and her own) were more powerful than the previous two; not only did it completely cover their genitals, but it ran up from their stomachs to their faces. With the two of them completely covered in each other's cum, they had nothing more to do than simply stare at each other, breathing heavily, smiling. Due to the magnitude of his high-pitched screech of pleasure, matched nicely with hers, his throat was sore and he suddenly longed for something to drink. He let out a soft whimper of sadness as she slowly got off him, allowing his dick to fall back onto his stomach, his sperm still on its tip adding to the cum that covered his entire front. Smiling at her, he went about licking up all the cum he could reach, but the only cum he managed to get off was the cum on his face. An idea went off in his head and he suddenly lunged at her, tongue out.
She gasped and her body shuddered as his tongue cleaned her off. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist while her tail coiled along his.
“Oh, Trent . . .” she moaned. She allowed her head to fall back and her eyes to close as she took in the sensations of his tongue exploring her body. She gasped as he reached her vagina. While she had managed to get all the cum off her face she didn’t seem to mind him taking charge. In fact, it looked like she really enjoyed it!
“Mm, that feels good!” She said.
Feeling a weight leave her body, she tilted her head upward to see him falling onto his back, inviting her to now clean him off. She smiled and crawled over to him and got to work.
Trent had to admit that after having three separate orgasms in one night, he didn't think he could handle anymore lovemaking, but as Emma's tongue began to clean him off, he was quickly proven dead wrong. He sighed in happiness as her tongue licked up the cum on his chest, followed by his stomach. He prepared himself for when she would engulf his cock in her mouth, but yet remained surprised at the sudden warmth around his penis as she began to clean it off. His back arched, causing her to smile at him while she cleaned him up. He suddenly groaned as she climbed on top of him and rested her head along his clean yet wet chest. He rubbed her head lovingly, allowing his fingertips to gently caress the curves of her ears, which flickered at his touch, making him giggle. He kissed her cheek and rested his head against the cushion behind him, his eyes darting towards the ceiling. He was filled with so much content and happiness that he wondered if he would be able to get any sleep throughout the night. If he wasn't able to fall asleep, then there were some things that he could do to keep himself entertained until he got tired. All he needed was a turkey baster . . .
The two of them stayed that way for several minutes, the time slowly ticking by, them enjoying each other's warmth and just relishing in being close to one another. He hugged her affectionately while she rested along his body with her head on his chest.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied.
“Let's do this again sometime soon,” Trent suggested.
Ditto! Anytime, anyplace, just say the word is all you gotta do!"
He laughed.
“Good.”
He yawned.
“For now, I think I need a bit more sleep. I seem to be all worn out for some reason.” He got up and almost fell back down. He was more worn out than he thought! Again, Emma dashed to his side trying to help him up. Oh, so she can get up? He chuckled. Then he realized something.
“Hasn’t this happened already?” Trent asked.
They both laughed loudly.
Trent assured Emma that he was ok and that next morning if his parents asked, and all that he would say was that he had a competition with Mateo.
He went up into the room he was sleeping over in and climbed in the inflatable bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, for one night, he was happy. Does it have to be one night? Maybe not. Or at least he hoped not. As he drifted off to sleep, his mind became filled with thoughts of all the new fun he and Brittany could share together soon.
The front door of the Gordon residence flew open as Mr. Gordon opened the door for Emma, Trent, Mateo and Jennifer. The first one in the house was Trent followed closely by Mateo. He stormed into the house with Mateo at his heels.
“Trent, just talk to me please,” Mateo begged. He placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Trent please?”
Trent jerked away, fighting tears. Only three words escaped his throat, but his voice was so soft that he doubted Mateo heard him. “Go away, Mateo.” He suddenly found himself staring into his best friend’s angry face as Mateo turned him around.
“Trent, if you would just talk to me-” Mateo began.
“N-” Trent began to object. He was silenced as Mateo covered his mouth. “If you would just talk to me, I could probably help you,” Mateo finished.
“NO!” Trent shoved Mateo away, still fighting tears. He could clearly feel his eyes growing moist and didn’t doubt Mateo could clearly see his eyes glistening from them. Still, he refused to let the tears fall. Showing weakness in front of the others was uncalled for. He had to be strong for them. Besides, showing weakness in front of them would show them how weak he really was. He couldn’t have that.
“Fine,” Mateo yelled.
“Fine,” Trent agreed.
Both friends stormed off; Mateo up the stairs, while Trent turned quickly and marched towards the kitchen leaving the others to wonder what to do. Mr. Gordon went up the stairs to see if his son was okay, while the others stood in the living room.
Soon they separated and Jennifer went into the kitchen. Trent was frantically searching through the cabinets for something to eat, grumbling under his breath. Trent finally backed out of the cabinet holding the end of a package of Chips Ahoy chocolate-chip cookies. He set them aside and grabbed a plate from another cabinet. Trent piled several cookies on his plate then began cramming his mouth with cookies moaning with pleasure as he did.
Trent looked up when he heard a giggle from nearby. With his cheeks stuffed with chocolate-chips, he glared at Jennifer who was looking amused at Trent’s behavior.
“Hungry, Trent?” Jennifer inquired, her hands in her pockets.
“Shut up,” Trent remarked, with his mouth full.
Jennifer sighed, glancing down and shaking her head. Trent had a very bad habit of gorging himself with food instead of talking about his feelings. It was unhealthy and he knew it. The others knew that Trent was hiding something from them and that it concerned Mateo. Trent’s friends tried to get him to say something but all they heard was him snapping back at them that it was none of their business.
Finally Jennifer verbalized what she was thinking.
“You know there are better ways to handle your problems.” Jennifer remarked.
“Don’t you start with me too, Jen,” Trent retorted.
Jennifer groaned. She had tried so many times to get Trent to open up, but to no avail, Trent was too prideful to say anything about how he felt. Trent saw discussing his feelings as a weakness, something only girls did.
True, Mateo and Jennifer often discussed their feelings for each other but that didn’t mean Trent had to. Trent sighed in between mouthfuls.
Jennifer eventually got up and went upstairs to probably to talk to Mateo. Whatever, they always talk to each other.
Trent started to head to the lounge upstairs when he heard Jennifer say his name and then Emma’s. Trent wondered what they could be talking about. He tried to listen but then all he heard was “… up to Emma.” What? What was up to Emma? And how did this tie to Trent?
Trent pondered on this only for a little while but then decided to take a nap. Yawning he lifted himself on to the couch and found himself drifting to sleep.
Dream
He had absolutely no clue what she was doing to him but it felt so incredible he didn’t want her to stop. He let out a moan as he felt her caress his body, her hand’s touch sending sparks of emotion up his spine. He didn’t know who the person was he was dreaming about, but she seemed vaguely familiar. But he didn’t think on this for too long, what she was doing felt way to good. The girl got off of him and bent over slightly raising her butt in the air.
Reality
Groaning, Trent raised his head, feeling irritable that his dream got disrupted. Through his blurry vision he saw Mr. Gordon staring down at him. Trent rubbed his eyes, making his vision better.
“I’m going out, Trent,” Mr. Gordon told him. “Mateo and Jennifer are going with me. Do you want to come with us?”
Yawning, Trent shook his head and took a moment to stretch.
“No, thanks,” He replied, resting on the pillow, closing his eyes, desperate to get his dream again.
“Alright, Emma’s going to stay here too…”
Trent wasn’t really listening to Mr. Gordon, but he supposed it was about their safety.
“Mm-hmm,” Trent mumbled.
“Okay. Don’t expect us back for a few hours, okay?”
Trent didn’t give any response.
“Alright then,” Mr. Gordon replied.
It was perhaps two minutes after Mr. Gordon left with the others that Trent felt someone shaking him. He refused to get up. When he felt someone rub his chest, he allowed a smile to spread across his face and allowed a moan of pleasure to escape him.
“Mmmmm. That feels good…”
Smiling he rolled over a little. He jumped when he felt someone tickling his belly. His eyes snapped open to see Emma’s smiling face towering above him. Surprised, he rolled over. However he ended up rolling a bit too far and quickly found himself on the floor.
He picked himself up while Emma darted down to him, at his aid in an instant. He assured her he was alright while he dusted himself off. He asked what it was that she wanted and why it meant to wake him up.
“I want to show you something,” Emma replied. She took his hand gave it a squeeze and smiled at him.
“Come into the kitchen.”
She led him across the house to where the kitchen was located. At first, Trent blinked. Except for the two candles burning on the kitchen table the room was completely darkened. Sitting into one of the chairs he observed the table’s surface: Two bowls and two spoons. Between the two of them were the burning candles. Emma was the first to speak.
“Are you hungry?” She asked.
“Well…” Trent replied. “Maybe a little.”
Just then his stomach gave a big, audible growl.
Emma giggled.
“A little!”
They sat down.
Trent then decided to speak up.
“So, is this a date or something?”
Emma blushed.
“No, umm… I just wanted to make you a nice dinner since you didn’t go eat with Mateo’s dad. He helped me prepare the food.
DING!
Trent’s head perked up at the sudden sound. He watched as Emma took a ladle out of one of the cabinets and bring a crockpot over to the table. She then opened the top to reveal that the crockpot had beef stew inside.
“Mmmmm, my favorite!” Trent said.
Trent lifted the ladle and poured some of the stew into his bowl. He lifted a little to his mouth and tasted it. Then he gaged. It burned the inside of his mouth! Emma was just about to lift the spoon up to her mouth when Trent warned her.
“I would let it cool off, if I were you.”
They passed the time by making small talk and sipping their drinks. Then Trent piped up.
“When did Mr. Gordon say they would be back?” Trent asked, although he said this absent-minded. He had to admit that Emma looked lovely in the candlelight, with her eyes gleaming.
“He said for three hours, four at most.” Emma replied.
Trent’s eyes widened. Three hours, maybe four, alone with Emma? Surely he must have been dreaming. Now that he was alone with her, he was unsure about what to do. He didn’t want to launch himself at her altogether; he didn’t want to freak her out. Then again his longing for her was so strong he feared he would end up doing that anyways. It felt strange thinking these thoughts; he had just found out that she was a girl about two months ago.
After five minutes the stew had cooled enough to where it could be eaten. The two of them started to eat, taking a drink every now and then. Trent had eaten the majority of the food but Emma still had a good portion. Staring at each other they rubbed their full bellies, letting out sighs of content afterward.
What had brought on the romantic atmosphere, Trent didn’t know, and he particularly cared. All he cared about was him spending some alone time with the one he loved. He thought that what had been bothering him for so long, because he had been having erotic dreams about her and had been unable to make them a reality. Maybe he might be able to do that tonight. If he didn’t he would be one pissed off little guy, and that wouldn’t be good because you never hear anyone going to bed angry.
After they digested their meal they went to the living room. Emma reluctantly agreed to play a couple of video games with Trent even though she strongly detested them. Trent literally waded through the game cases; Mateo’s dad was rich, and finally found the one he was looking for.
“Ooh! You’re going to love this one; Mateo and I play it all the time.”
Emma plopped down on one of the chairs. She craned her neck to look.
“What kind is it?” She asked.
“You’ll see” Trent replied.
Trent turned on the console and slid the disc in. He scooped up two controllers and handed one to Emma.
The game started and Trent guided Emma through the basics. It turned out that Emma sucked at it. She had never played the system, and the controls were counterintuitive. She just let Trent take the lead while she just hung back.
After a while Emma yawned.
Glancing at Emma, Trent asked,
“You’re not having fun, huh?”
Emma winced.
“Um… not really no. But I don’t mind watching you play though.”
Trent nodded. And then and idea came to him. He flashed a naughty smile at Emma.
“Well then, maybe you wouldn’t mind to slide over so we can sit a little closer, hmm?”
Emma looked down and blushed.
“Um… okay.”
She got up from her chair and plopped down right next to Trent. She sat down with a fwumph and bumped Trent’s butt. Both of them laughed. Trent rubbed his shoulder against Emma’s. He wiggled a bit, getting settled.
“There now. That feels better. Want to continue?” Trent asked.
“Okey-doke!” Emma replied.
Trent resumed the game but kept a little of his attention on Emma. Emma was nervous but obviously excited. Trent guessed correctly that Emma had never been so bodily close to another boy before, but was curious and enjoying it.
Trent slowly grasped Emma’s hand as he played. She made a slight twitch as she felt this, but kept his hand there. Emma started to cuddle against Trent’s shoulder.
“That feels nice,” Trent complimented.
Eventually, Trent grew weary of the video game and decided to turn it off, probably to Emma’s relief.
Snuggling on the couch, they decided to watch a movie. When Emma suggested that they watch James Bond: Goldeneye, Trent flat-out stated that it was too long and that he’d seen it way to many times to watch it anytime soon; his dad was a James Bond fanatic! So they settled on watching cartoons on a local network, though Trent’s mind was somewhere else. While he did have her head in his lap and his arm rapped around her, he wasn’t about to confess his feelings to her, it just seemed too soon.
For the longest time neither of them said anything. It was only when Emma looked up at him and pecked him on the cheek that the silence was broken after she said.
“I love you.”
Having not been listening to her he looked at her into her sapphire eyes and asked,
“What did you say?”
She sat up and turned to face him, beaming.
“I said I love you, silly!”
Trent rubbed his neck and glanced down feeling uncomfortable.
“You know, this month will be my first…”She blushed. “…Period.”
“Really? Well uh… good for you,” Trent replied.
Emma sighed. She looked down at the ground. Then she looked up into Trent’s eyes.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” She asked.
“Hey, of course I do!”
He cupped his hands around her face.
“Look at you! Those gorgeous blue eyes and that adorable nose!”
“My…nose?” Emma pulled back a little covering it with her hands.
“It’s like a little sugar cookie,” Trent said.
Emma giggled nervously. Trent knew that Emma was really self-conscious about her nose. He had heard her talking about it; she thought it stuck out like a radish.
“Thanks, Trent,” Emma told him softly.
“Um… the reason why I asked you to come with me.” She smiled bashfully. “Do you want to, you know, have” She paused. “Sex?”
Trent blinked. He stood completely still for a second. He could practically hear his heart pounding. Then he said,
“WHAAAAAAAAT!”
He saw Emma as her sky blue eyes got big and shiny as she backed off.
“But you said I was pretty…”
Trent was as tense as guitar string.
“Well yeah! But… sex! That’s just, it’s just... we can’t!”
“Why not?” Emma asked.
“Because… because…” Trent sputtered. “It’s not right!”
Emma looked at him as if he was speaking in a crazy alien language.
“What would make you think that!?”
Then she snapped her fingers.
“Wait. I get it now. Trent, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not interested in a for-life relationship kind of thing! I just thought you and I are friends and it would be fun. You don’t even have to worry about me getting pregnant…”Her cheeks turned an even darker shade. “Yet.”
“Where is all this fear coming from, Trent?” Emma asked.
“Well for starters, Josh would probably bite my head off if he found out!” Trent said.
“Oh, so now you’re on a first-name basis with him?” Emma and Trent both cracked up, relieving a little of the tension.
“Anyways, No he wouldn’t! He knows it’s my first period, but I told him I wasn’t ready to have babies yet.”
She shuffled her feet.
“I, um, just wanted to practice first.”
She took Trent’s hand to hers.
“With someone who cares about me.”
“What do you think?”
Trent’s skin tingled where Emma touched. He looked into her bright, beautiful eyes.
“I think you are very, very pretty Emma,” He told her sincerely. “And I’d like to help you practice anything you’d like to try.
Emma giggled.
“Awesome!” She hopped up, full of excitement.
“What do you think we should try first?”
“Well umm… It’s up to you, I guess.” Trent replied.
She dove at him and ensnared him in a big hug.
“Want to kiss?” She asked.
He smiled.
“I’d love to!” He replied.
Emma closed her eyes and moaned when their lips touched.
This is so exciting! Trent thought. I can’t believe it! Emma and I are going to do it! Finally the day I’ve been waiting for! The kiss filled Trent with feelings he never experienced before.
The kiss ended after quite a while.
“Wow,” Trent remarked.
“That was-”
“The most awesome thing that ever happened? That’s what I thought.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Trent said.
Emma giggled.
Trent chuckled and hugged her.
“You know I never really noticed how soft your skin is!”
They both laughed.
Trent liked the playful feelings they were sharing. They kissed once more and then again and again. They wrapped their arms around one another, pulling each other close and their body heat increasing. Trent gasped as Emma slowly slithered her tongue into his mouth. They held onto each other closely tightly. Slowly, they began to caress each other, finding out what spots were sensitive and best for arousal. Slowly they began to strip away each other’s clothing until they were both naked, there clothes lying in a heap on the floor.
She pulled away from him and began running her fingers against his body, staring at him. Man, she was good. She finally stopped at Trent’s waist and looked up at him. When Trent gave a nod she began to massage his private. She smiled once she saw his member become fully erect. She began to pump him, her hand going at an agonizingly slow pace. Trent didn’t know if she looked at him or if she said anything or anything, he just reared his head back and closed his eyes.
“Go a little bit faster…” Trent mumbled.
She gave him a nod and increased her speed. Suddenly, Emma dipped her head.
Trent let out a pleasurable gasp as he suddenly felt warmth around his member. Moaning, he looked down to discover that Emma bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him, her hand gripping his groin at the base and her mouth letting out muffled moans.
He decided he should help and he began to buck his hips. A squeal from Emma indicated that she liked his actions. A shuddery sigh escaped Trent throat as he continued to thrust himself into Emma’s mouth. He leaned back some until he was resting on his hands, his legs now out in front of him and spread out to give her more room. How long had it been since they started? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. Reaching his peak after five minutes of being sucked would have made him look like less of a man.
He didn’t want the feeling to cease; he wanted them to increase and continue. Why had he waited so long to experience this kind of pleasure? These thoughts were instantly ripped out of his mind, as he felt Emma start to nibble along his member, gently starting at the tip and making her way down to his base. He gasped, tightly gripping the couch cushion, as she did so.
“Go back up…” Trent managed to say.
“Concentrate…” He breathed.
He moaned as he pushed himself into her mouth before taking a breath of relief.
“Concentrate on the tip…”
She gave him a nod before ever so slowly moving her head upwards her lips gliding along his penis. With her mouth hovering above his member, she took her tongue out and began to circle it around his tip.
He let out a moan of pleasure, his hands digging into the fabric.
“Oh my god, Emma! Oh god, that’s good! That’s so... GOOD!”
He let out a soft groan of disappointment as just then he felt pressure being built up at the base of his penis and worked its way up. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Get ready.” Trent warned. “I’m-”
He never did finish his sentence. He yelled as he released himself into Emma’s mouth. Sighing in content, he eased his member out of her mouth and started to relax. He looked at Emma to see what her expression was, and then burst out laughing. She was swishing his sperm in her cheeks!
Trent got up. Emma started to look concerned.
“Something wrong?” She asked.
Trent blushed, and shook his head.
“Actually, I just had to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute, love. ”
Trent went to the bathroom and then came back to Emma hugging him. She planted a kiss on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be!? That was fun!” Trent replied.
“Sex with me?” She playfully asked.
“Anything you want,” Trent said.
Emma giggled hysterically.
Emma slowly bent over so Trent could have a good view of her sex. Wow! Emma’s vagina was the peak of all beauty! Trent stared at Emma for a long while. He even drooled a little. Trent stared at the sight before him. It was driving him crazy! It took all his willpower to say one complete sentence.
“So… do you want me to butt-fuck you or what?”
She glanced over her shoulder.
“Rather than tell you, why don’t I just show you?”
Without any warning, she backed up.
Trent suddenly found himself on his back with a face full of skin, skin that covered Emma’s behind. He looked at her surprised, but he enjoyed the activity nonetheless. He caught on to what she wanted while she peered down at her, with her shocking blue eyes. While most people would have found this activity gross, Trent was very turned-on by this.
While it was a little hard to get positioned he eventually found the place he wanted to be. He loved the position he was in! Without much hesitation he began tenderly licking her rear. He felt her body quiver in delight as he held onto her hips. A grin made its way to his face. He was more than happy to please her, no matter what activity.
She began bucking her hips, rubbing her hindquarters against his face.
“Oh, God, Trent that feels so good . . .” she moaned.
Trent chuckled while continued to glide his tongue over Emma's behind, his fingers gently moving from her hips down to her posterior. He began caressing. This did nothing but excite Emma even more. He was all too pleased at the result. He was thrilled that he was enjoying himself. If not more than her, he certainly was. This night was all about them and their relationship. If rimming her would help maintain that relationship and keep it from being torn down, then he was all for it.
As a result of her rubbing her butt against his face, her vagina began to rub against his chest. With time, the speed of which became faster and faster until she found herself squealing in delight, both from vaginal pleasure and anal pleasure. Trent gasped as he felt something wet coat his chest. Though this did not stop him from continuing rimming her, it did spark his curiosity as to what was going on. No doubt that she had finally reached her peak, coating his chest in a white liquid that had no real smell to it.
He was saddened when she rose up, lifting her butt off his face. He watched as she got off him. She only went a couple of feet before she turned around and licked off her cum from his chest. His leg kicked as he moaned in pleasure. Unfortunately for him, the pleasure didn't last and he soon found himself staring at Emma’s buttocks once again. He got the idea and went forward, standing up and gripping her thighs, positioning himself to pleasure her anally.
“This is gonna rock.” She resumed her position, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at him.
Trent glanced down quickly to make sure everything was lined up, and then he gave Brittany another quick kiss on the back of her head.
“You ready?” He asked.
“Are you kidding?” She replied. “Let's do this!”
“Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants!” Trent said. “Here we go!”
Emma let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
“That's perfect, Alvin! Oooh, just leave it there for a bit, it feels great!”
Alvin the back of her head, breathing gently in them and smiling when she gasped.
"Feels pretty damn great back here too."
He thrust a little bit more. After a little trial and error he picked up the rhythm.
Emma moaned. “Ohhh! Alvin, I love you so much!”
“And I love you too, Brittany,” Trent said tenderly in her ear.
Trent blocked out all his thoughts and lost himself in the moment. The sensations. Everything was warm and moist and amazing. To share this with his friend . . . He felt like the biggest dumbass, idiot on the planet to have spent so long acting like all he ever needed was himself. Even though he'd gotten into it through some rather ignominious means, he knew he wouldn't want to leave his new family for anything in the world. No food, no material goods, could mean as much as this.
“This is even more fun than I'd imagined,” Emma said, dreamily.
“I’ll say!” Trent replied.
Trent’s smile was warm and peaceful as he held Brenda close. He was happy, and why not let that be known by letting out a few moans? Along with her, he moan and groaned in happiness as he continued to ram himself into her, sighing in content as he felt her muscles contracting around his thick, stiff member. It felt odd, but oh so incredible and exciting. These feelings of excitement and joy allowed him to speed up his thrusts. Just in case he was hurting her, he eased off, going at a slow and steady pace. However, she confirmed that his hard, fast thrusting was just what she wanted. He nodded silently and went back to thrusting as fast and as hard into her as he possibly could, causing her to shriek in ecstasy. In response to her joyful crying he sped up his pace. He felt so happy.
A moment later, he was extremely happier when he blasted a load of hot cum right inside Emma's tight rear. She screamed loud enough to hurt their ears and reached behind her to caress everything of Trent she could reach. No sooner had he done this was it that he flipped her over onto her back and drove his nose into her clit.
Brittany shrieked in ecstasy!
“Oh, Trent! Yeah! Keep doing that!”
Trent was only too happy to. Emma shut her eyes tight and moaned, bucking her hips. She tightly gripped the cushioning that she lied upon.
He felt his member start to grind against the crack between the cushions. He smiled. It seemed the couch itself wanted some action as well. He was alone too happy to do so. Bucking his hips up and down, he drove his dick into the softness and warmth and comfort that the couch provided. He groaned as he felt some pressure start to build up in his member. By now he had gotten used to it. It was becoming familiar territory to him now. Yet, he restrained himself, wanting to orgasm right at the same time as her. His mouth could sense that she was getting close to such a climax. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt something vibrating against his mouth. He assumed it was simply her clit, but he could have been wrong. He didn't concentrate on what it was. He was too overcome with pleasure to think about anything else, and he imagined that Emma was also too distracted by her own pleasure to do so.
Letting out a loud moan, she continued to buck her hips, driving her clit into his open mouth, allowing him to explore her further.
She made her breath coming out in short, pleasurable gasps. She reached up and grabbed his head, and gently tugged at his ears.
He let out a load moan as she pulled on his ears. He enjoyed the roughness.
“Pull them it bit harder,” he whispered.
She dug her fingers into his ears, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs in pleasure.
“Oh, my . . .” He screamed.
That did it! The dam burst and he felt his cum explode from his member and fill the space between the cushions. With his mouth open, he felt a sudden warmth invade it, telling him that she had reached her own orgasm, coating his lips, cheeks, and the inside of his mouth in her sweet, delicious cum. His tongue eagerly explored his mouth, licking up every bit of cum that it could reach. With a shaky hand he reached up and wiped the sperm off his face, then roughly shoved his hand in his mouth, his tongue anxiously licking up the cum that coated it, causing his body to shiver.
Emma looked at him with concern.
“Trent?” She breathed. “You’re shaking.”
It wasn't until she said this that he found himself vibrating like mad. He gave her a reassuring smile and a nod.
“Don't worry, I'll be all right.” He replied.
She nodded slowly and a smile crept across her face. Once again, she aligned herself with his penis. She pressed herself against him, allowing his penis to enter her and gasped.
“You okay?" Trent asked. "I'm not hurting you, am I? If I'm hurting you-” Trent started.
“Oh, shut up and give it to me nice and hard, baby!” She playfully replied.
Trent nodded, his grin widening.
“Well, okay . . .” He sarcastically said.
He began pressing himself into her, going in and out repeatedly, picking up speed as time went on. His moan came out in a shudder as he felt the warmth of her vagina engulf his fully erect member. The warmth spread around his member and ran up to his chest, quickening his heartbeat and causing his breathing to become heavier. He suddenly stopped when he saw her switching positions. He gently slid out of her and waited until she got into a comfortable position. He watched as she rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her rump in the air, showing off her genitalia for him. Getting the idea, he climbed on top of her, his member directed at her vagina. Being gentle, he eased it in and began thrusting at a steady, slow pace. He gently gripped her shoulders, massaging them as his hot breath made the fur on her neck rustle.
Emma let out a deep moan of pleasure as she lifted her leg to give him better access, although such was not needed.
Trent increased his thrusting, going a bit faster and harder while at the same time driving his cock as deep into her as possible. The woman, yes and I mean woman, below him gave a high-pitched squeal of excitement as he did so, telling him that she clearly wanted more of it. He didn't hesitate in doing so. He was pleased that she was having a good time. It was just a shame that they never got to do these kinds of things very often. He made sure to relish in the activity as much as possible for fear that this would be their last outing together. He rested his head against her own, grunting, moaning, and sighing as he kept driving himself against her vagina, the muscles of her vagina continuing him. Oh, God, how he loved it! He loved every minute of it and didn't want it to stop any time soon. He knew, however, that he would eventually reach his climax, after which they would probably settle down for the night. After all, they had done practically everything that they could think of at pleasing one another, except for maybe foot licking, but they could try that out any time they wished, though they would have to stop once they got aroused from the activity since arousal would lead to more intimate things, things that they could not do when the others were around. No doubt that their loud moan of joy would wake the others, and then they would be caught, scolded, and grounded for life.
“Oh, God, Trent” Emma moaned.
Trent said nothing, he just chortled in bliss, her sweet voice like music to his ears. He suddenly got off her when she once again switched positions. He watched as she once again rolled over onto her back, smiling at him, spreading her legs for his penis.
"Would you stop switching positions?" he asked, smiling, though trying to look annoyed. "Pick a damn position and stick with it?"
Emma looked surprised that Trent cursed. Trent barely did things that were unnecessary, like cursing; but it seemed strange for her to be surprised after all they did just now.
She chuckled and roughly pulled him down for a kiss. She slithered her tongue into his mouth and she felt him shudder in pleasure. She suddenly rolled over so that she was on top of him, pressing her vagina against his member. She pulled away from him, using a paw to gently stroke his cheek. She gave it a loving pat.
“Hey, now," Trent complained, "that's not fair! Why do you get to be on top? The guy is always on top!”
She sputtered her lips.
“Oh, bullshit! Come on, it's only fair. You've been on top of me all night! Why not let me have some fun of my own, huh?”
He chuckled, realizing that what she said made sense. He had indeed been selfish all night. She deserved the right to have some of her own, even if it were for a few minutes. He could feel himself starting to reach his peak, which only served to anger him since he wanted the experience to last as long as possible. He hated it when he was just enjoying himself and then found that it was suddenly over in five minutes. He made a vow to make their last sex session as long and as pleasurable as possible, even if at his expense.
She moved forward slightly. She took his member in her paw, positioning it carefully. She gasped and shivered as it slid into her. She relaxed as she slowly began to ease it into her. She smiled at him as she began bucking her hips, going up and down on his cock, shoving it in and out of her vagina at such a great force that it was somewhat painful, yet all the more pleasurable. She leaned down with his dick shoved in her clit and gave him a tender, passionate kiss, her hips still hard at work while he continued to caress her rear end.
“Now, see? This was a good idea after all, wasn't it?” She snickered.
Trent chuckled once more, this time at his own stupidity. “Totally,” he agreed. “Damn, that feels so good!”
She laughed.
“I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.” She replied.
She leaned down once more for yet another intimate kiss before beginning a vigorous thrusting of his cock, causing her love to let out an extremely loud scream of pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, you like that, baby?” Emma asked, playfully.
She received nothing but a loud moan in response. She smiled.
“I'm glad.”
Trent gasped as Emma's rigorous thrusting of his dick was causing him some slight pain, most likely because her thrusting was causing it to bend. He ignored it to the best of his ability, feeling himself start to peak. He stared into her eyes and could sense that she could tell that it was for him to finally climax.
The blonde girl smiled at him. “Come on, cum inside me, baby! I want to feel your sweet, delicious juices inside me!”
He nodded. With one final shove into her, he finally released himself. This orgasm (and her own) were more powerful than the previous two; not only did it completely cover their genitals, but it ran up from their stomachs to their faces. With the two of them completely covered in each other's cum, they had nothing more to do than simply stare at each other, breathing heavily, smiling. Due to the magnitude of his high-pitched screech of pleasure, matched nicely with hers, his throat was sore and he suddenly longed for something to drink. He let out a soft whimper of sadness as she slowly got off him, allowing his dick to fall back onto his stomach, his sperm still on its tip adding to the cum that covered his entire front. Smiling at her, he went about licking up all the cum he could reach, but the only cum he managed to get off was the cum on his face. An idea went off in his head and he suddenly lunged at her, tongue out.
She gasped and her body shuddered as his tongue cleaned her off. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist while her tail coiled along his.
“Oh, Trent . . .” she moaned. She allowed her head to fall back and her eyes to close as she took in the sensations of his tongue exploring her body. She gasped as he reached her vagina. While she had managed to get all the cum off her face she didn’t seem to mind him taking charge. In fact, it looked like she really enjoyed it!
“Mm, that feels good!” She said.
Feeling a weight leave her body, she tilted her head upward to see him falling onto his back, inviting her to now clean him off. She smiled and crawled over to him and got to work.
Trent had to admit that after having three separate orgasms in one night, he didn't think he could handle anymore lovemaking, but as Emma's tongue began to clean him off, he was quickly proven dead wrong. He sighed in happiness as her tongue licked up the cum on his chest, followed by his stomach. He prepared himself for when she would engulf his cock in her mouth, but yet remained surprised at the sudden warmth around his penis as she began to clean it off. His back arched, causing her to smile at him while she cleaned him up. He suddenly groaned as she climbed on top of him and rested her head along his clean yet wet chest. He rubbed her head lovingly, allowing his fingertips to gently caress the curves of her ears, which flickered at his touch, making him giggle. He kissed her cheek and rested his head against the cushion behind him, his eyes darting towards the ceiling. He was filled with so much content and happiness that he wondered if he would be able to get any sleep throughout the night. If he wasn't able to fall asleep, then there were some things that he could do to keep himself entertained until he got tired. All he needed was a turkey baster . . .
The two of them stayed that way for several minutes, the time slowly ticking by, them enjoying each other's warmth and just relishing in being close to one another. He hugged her affectionately while she rested along his body with her head on his chest.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied.
“Let's do this again sometime soon,” Trent suggested.
Ditto! Anytime, anyplace, just say the word is all you gotta do!"
He laughed.
“Good.”
He yawned.
“For now, I think I need a bit more sleep. I seem to be all worn out for some reason.” He got up and almost fell back down. He was more worn out than he thought! Again, Emma dashed to his side trying to help him up. Oh, so she can get up? He chuckled. Then he realized something.
“Hasn’t this happened already?” Trent asked.
They both laughed loudly.
Trent assured Emma that he was ok and that next morning if his parents asked, and all that he would say was that he had a competition with Mateo.
He went up into the room he was sleeping over in and climbed in the inflatable bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought, for one night, he was happy. Does it have to be one night? Maybe not. Or at least he hoped not. As he drifted off to sleep, his mind became filled with thoughts of all the new fun he and Brittany could share together soon.
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