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'Teacher's Pet'
Part 5 of 6
by Sundance
Copyright, 1998 : All Rights Reserved
First Published: 9/29/98
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+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and
places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to
anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit
content that some may find to be offensive. If such material offends
you, or if you are under 18 years old, you have the option to stop now
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One last caveat. This story involves descriptions of consensual
sexual encounters between teen males and females (17 years old) and
between teen girls (again 17 years old) and an older man. If such
situations offend you, it's likely this story will offend you.
If you're not sure... STOP now ... Delete this text ... This isn't
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+==================+Now the disclaimer +==============+
Chapter 8 - "There's a First Time for Everything"
Kent and Emily pulled into the driveway. Kent turned off the
ignition, jumped out and was almost to the front step when he turned
and noticed Emily having trouble crawling out from the
low-to-the-ground sports car.
"You having trouble there," he chuckled.
"How do you get out of this thing. It's like two inches from the
ground."
"You get used to it."
She finally made her way out, then turned to grab her backpack and ran
to catch up with Kent. They entered the house and she followed into
the kitchen, sitting her things on the table. Kent opened the pantry,
pulled out a dusty bottle of whiskey, and reached for a glass.
"I didn't think you drank," Emily remarked.
"I do now," Kent replied as he poured a slug of the brown liquid
into his glass and tipped it back.
Emptied, he poured himself another and downed it in the same quick
fashion. Emily reached for a glass of her own and moved towards the
refrigerator. She filled it with a few ice cubes and then grabbed the
bottle, filling about a third of the glass. Kent watched in almost
amusement. He was sure she didn't drink.
"Do you at least have some coke to mix with this?" she asked.
Not even flinching, Kent used the hand he was holding his drink with
to motion towards the refrigerator. "It's on the bottom shelf."
They stood in silence for several minutes sipping, with Kent being the
first to speak.
"I suppose you're pretty disappointed in me, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" Emily replied.
"Well, you said you were watching through the window because you
wanted to prove to yourself that I was different -- that I wouldn't
fall for Jenna's tricks. Obviously I failed the test."
"Umm… yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I still think you're different. Any other man would
probably still be in that room right now getting his brains humped
out. At least you stopped it before it went too far. Although, at
first you did get a little carried away." She tipped back her glass
before reaching for a refill. "But the fact that you did stop it.
That part does make you different."
Kent just listened.
"I won't lie," Emily continued. "It really hurt when I saw you
with her, even though it didn't go all the way. There was a part of
me that wanted you to walk out of that room the minute she started
coming on to you. I suppose part of me wanted you to refuse to even
go in the room with her, but I know that's a bit unrealistic. I know
how attractive Jenna is. I'm not blind. I see the way all the men
look at her. I see the way you look at her." She paused for Kent to
respond.
"Jenna is very attractive, but there's more to a person than just
good looks. Also, I didn't go into that room with hopes that she
would come on to me."
"I know you didn't," Emily answered. "I've known Jenna for a
very long time. Since we were little kids. For as long as I've known
her, she's always been the pretty one. She's always been the one who
was good at sports, the popular one. Everything she ever wanted
seemed to just fall in her lap. I've had to work all my life for all
my accomplishments. Don't get me wrong. This isn't about resenting
Jenna for having so many talents. I just get tired of her not
realizing how lucky she really is, maybe even feeling somewhat humble
about it, you know?"
Kent smiled as Emily continued.
"But she doesn't. She basks in it. She uses it to manipulate
people and situations. She paused again. "She treats that poor Dirk
like her lap dog. She doesn't love him. Granted, he's not the
brightest guy in school, but deep down, he's a really sweet guy and he
would do anything for her. Another thing, even though I never
admitted it out loud, she knew I liked you. If she were a true
friend, she never would have come on to you today. Even if I never
did make it known that I liked you, to you anyway, she should have
respected my feelings. But she didn't. She had to turn it into some
kind of twisted competition. She might be the model student on the
outside, but inside… she's not a very nice person."
Kent moved over to stand next to Emily against the sink. "I
understand what you're saying and, for what it's worth… I'm sorry,"
Kent replied.
"Oh, none of this is your fault. But that's what I meant when I
said that I thought you would be different. I thought you would see
past her good looks. See more of the whole person and, frankly, not
find her as attractive because of that. I suppose for once I wanted
to see her get rejected because of who she really is. Not get
whatever she wants just because of how she looks or how good her
backhand is. Do you understand?"
"I do," and he pondered her last comment before continuing. "I
mean, I never planned for today to happen the way it did and never
thought it would get as far as it did, or I wouldn't have put myself
in that situation. I admit, in the back of my mind it occurred to me
she might have something up her sleeves besides studying, especially
after that incident in the classroom earlier."
"You mean the no panty thing?" Emily asked.
"You knew about that?" Kent replied.
"I didn't know she was planning it, but she clued me in when she
got to class. It was just another example of her trying to get one up
on me. But you're right, it kind of made her motives this afternoon a
little more obvious."
"Well, I kept thinking that in a worst case, I could just get up
and walk away, or that she wouldn't try anything else. But hey… I
fell for it --- hook line and sinker."
"Well, that part is history. Actually, in some ways, you gave
her exactly what she deserved. I've never seen her that pissed…
ever." Emily couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, well it looks like she'll have the last laugh now, doesn't
it."
"Well, maybe not. I've got an idea. An idea for a plan that
might just get you out of this mess."
Kent turned his head to the side, staring at Emily. "Oh, do tell."
+++++
"So see, if you can pull it off, it changes everything," Emily
smiled, feeling self-satisfied over her brilliant thinking.
"Emily, you're too much. But I don't know. In some ways… I
mean… are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Well, it's really our only plan of action. Besides, it gives
Jenna exactly what she deserves. That's the important part."
"I still can't believe you would think up such a scheme.
There's a wicked streak below that calm exterior," and he smiled.
Kent couldn't suppress the overwhelming sense of relief that was
washing over him and he stepped away from the counter to face Emily.
"Cheers," and they clinked their glasses. "To truly 'out of the box'
thinking," he gushed with a chuckle. This last toast emptied both
their glasses.
The whiskey was going to both of their heads and as he looked across
the kitchen to Emily he reminded himself again how attractive she
really was. She felt his eyes on hers, but the alcohol was boosting
her confidence, or at least dulling her senses enough that she didn't
look away.
"Can I ask you something," she said in a serious tone, "and tell
me honestly."
"Ask away. You already know more about me than most of my
closest friends."
"You know earlier, when you admitted that you find Jenna
physically attractive."
"Yes, I remember saying that."
"Do you… I mean have you ever thought to yourself… that you find
me physically attractive?" Even the alcohol wasn't enough to allow
her to hold his eye contact after that question and she looked away,
but still waited for his answer.
Kent placed his glass on the counter and stood in front of Emily. She
was looking down. He pressed one finger just beneath her chin and
gently raised her face until their eyes met. He stared at her,
pausing.
"Emily, I think you are absolutely beautiful. In fact, back to
your earlier comments. Not only are you physically attractive, but
because of who you are on the inside," and he patted her heart with
his palm, "I think you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever
known. If you were only several years older," he smiled, not
finishing his sentence.
"Really?" she quizzed him, smiling in return, wanting to hear him
speak his words out loud again.
"Really," he repeated.
For that moment, he didn't care how many years separated them. She
truly was one of the most beautiful, generous people he had ever
known, in heart, and in soul. He couldn't think of many people who
would stand by him in a situation like this. He leaned forward
slowly, her eyes locked with his own. She didn't sway, didn't move,
but instead waited for his lips to meet with hers.
Softly and slowly he kissed her, short gentle kisses, one after
another. She closed her eyes as she swam in the sensation. This was
the first time she had ever really kissed a male, much less a man she
was attracted to as much as she was attracted to Kent. Their kissing
continued, short in duration, but sensuous in feel, and ever
increasing in passion. Emily was the first to open her mouth, slowly
reaching out for Kent. He tasted the sting of the alcohol on her
breath as his tongue met with hers.
He took her face in her hands as they continued to kiss, her hands
resting on his waist. She was uncertain where this would take her, or
even what to do next. Even though they were only kissing, this was by
far the most intimate she had ever been with another human being.
She felt a rush of emotions and physical reactions brought on by his
touch, by his taste, by his strong hands resting against her cheeks.
Moments passed and she realized, without even knowing, that her hands
were moving up and down his broad chest. As it dawned on her what she
was doing, she almost stopped; afraid she was doing something wrong,
but quickly noticed he was actually leaning closer into her as their
kissing intensified. She continued, massaging up and down, growing
weak with the feel of his muscular torso beneath her palms.
She paused long enough to whisper in his ear. "Kent, I have to be
honest with you about something."
As she talked, he pressed his mouth tighter along her neckline,
forcing her to lean her head back and close her eyes as she took in
the eroticism of his lips against her exposed skin. Never had she
been this turned on in her life. She just wanted Kent to consume every
part of her, to take her --- right there --- right now.
"I've never been with a man before," she continued. "Intimately
I mean," she moaned as his mouth moved up and down her neck in deep
sensuous strokes. "But right now… I want you like I never imagined
wanting any man."
"I want you too Emily," he breathed, continuing his sensuous
kisses along her neckline. "If I could, I would take you and make
love to you -- right now and right here."
For Kent, the moment they were sharing was certainly arousing, but it
felt so much deeper than the blind lust he had shared earlier with
Jenna. He wanted so badly to roam all over Emily's body with his
hands, with his mouth, to feel every inch, every crevice, to be one
with her. He knew he should stop, but like before, actually worst
than before, there was no willpower --- only desire. Her words
removed any discipline he had remaining.
"Will you then… now I mean… make love to me?"
He paused, for only a moment, considering her question. With his eyes
locked against hers, he moved his hands to the front of her blouse and
slowly started to unbutton it, one plastic fastener at a time. He
moved downward, the tips of his fingers grazing the embroidered
material of her bra. He sensed her stomach and could feel her shudder
beneath his touch. As he reached her belt, he used his hands to
slowly pull the shirttails from inside her shorts, dragging the
material free until it dangled at her sides. He ran his hands inside,
brushing gently her narrow waist. He leaned forward to resume their
kisses. As their tongues continued to dance, he finally paused,
looking again into her eyes.
"Emily, are you absolutely sure this is something you want to go
through with? All things considered, including what we just talked
about regarding Jenna."
"Kent," she whispered, returning his deep gaze, "This is
different than what we talked about regarding Jenna and, yes, I've
never been more sure of anything in my life."
He smiled, then reached down and picked her up in his strong arms.
She felt her body fall limp in his grasp as she reached around his
neck with her slender arms, burying her head into his chest as he
carried her towards the bedroom.
+++++
With Emily in his arms, Kent made his way down the hall. Ethan's home
actually consisted of three bedrooms; one Kent had converted into his
own through the purchase of a modest matching bedroom ensemble,
Ethan's room, and a guest bedroom.
Kent entered his room, using his foot to kick the door partially shut,
then leaned with their combined weight until he heard the door latch.
Moving to the center of the room, he slowly lowered Emily into a
standing position. Dusk had fallen, and just a trace of light peered
through his window. He reached down to the portable stereo he had
purchased and jerked loose the headphones that were plugged in. A
slow jazz CD was in the tray and, with a smile, he reached down and
first pressed the power button, then the play and the room filled with
a rich blend of haunting saxophones and romantic overtones.
"Are we going to be alone," Emily whispered, somewhat nervously.
"Yes. My brother has class tonight. We're all alone."
He leaned forward and kissed her once gently. He smiled, reassuringly
into her eyes, until she finally returned his smile. As she did, he
leaned forward again, resuming their kissing, tasting the softness and
texture of her lips. Emily thought to herself about how this moment
was unfolding, how Kent was sensing her need to move slowly, for him
to remain gentle, yet to take control. He was succeeding on every
front, giving Emily a sense of safety, security, and best of all, an
illusion that, for that moment, they were the only two people on
earth.
Her shirt was still open and she lavished in the sensation of Kent's
strong hands discovering her, one luscious inch at a time. She felt
almost out of breath as his hands roamed across her stomach, around to
her lower back, back to her sides and upwards. She wasn't certain if
he was avoiding her breasts because he couldn't gauge her reaction, or
if this was part of his approach to lovemaking. Her experience was so
limited that she didn't know what to expect -- except that his
approach was leaving her painfully aroused and wanting more with each
passing minute.
With a sense of almost obligation, she moved her hands to his belt
buckle and began to unfasten his trousers. His hands left her bare
stomach briefly, stopping her from going further, guiding her hands to
his waist and away from his obvious arousal.
"There is plenty of time for that," he whispered, "right now I
just want to feel the closeness between us. Do you mind?"
She smiled into his eyes, and shook her head no.
With those final words she gave way, leaving any inhibitions, any
doubt, any resistance far behind. She pulled loose his polo shirt
from his jeans and guided it over his head. He assisted, pulling it
up and over before tossing it to the side, then returning his gaze
down to her. She stared up at him, watching, as she drew her own
blouse down her bare shoulders, letting if fall to the floor. She
smiled again, as she moved still closer, this time taking the lead to
consume his mouth with her own.
As they continued to kiss, she was the one to finally guide his hands
to her breasts. They weren't small, he noticed, nor where they as big
as he thought the first day she arrived to class after getting her
makeover wearing something more revealing than the granny dresses she
had worn when they had first met. Wow, what a distant memory that
was. He couldn't even remember seeing Emily in that light. With
slow determination he massaged her breasts through the material of her
bra, finally tracing his hands around her waist to reach behind her.
She paused briefly from their passionate kisses. "This one unfastens
in the front," she whispered.
Kent looked down and watched her hands move to the fastener in the
middle of her brassiere. With a twist, she released it, dropping the
cups to the side, freeing her breasts, and watching intently his face
for a reaction. In some ways she felt exposed at that moment, in
others, she couldn't wait to give herself, all of herself, to this
wonderful man.
He stared for at her for a moment. Her breasts were natural and soft,
with medium sized pink nipples that stood at attention. He reached
forward, using the tips of his fingers to gently graze and outline the
circular points. As they touched, he watched a wave of goose bumps
wash over her chest and she let out a nervous, aroused giggle. With
one last move she removed the bra from her shoulders and tossed it to
the side.
"Emily, you are so beautiful," he whispered.
"So are you Kent," she was able to mutter, "and you make me feel
so beautiful."
She felt him run his strong palms down to her arms, taking her hands
in his. Slowly he led her to the bed, where he took a seated
position, pulling her close between his legs, resting his cheek
against her stomach. They held that position for several moments,
drifting in the serenity of their embrace, as he applied gentle,
intermittent kisses to the softness near her belly button and up
towards her bare breasts.
Finally, as he increased the pressure and frequency of his kisses to
her stomach, he moved his hands to the front of her shorts. With an
experienced smoothness, he unfastened the button that held them closed
and slowly dragged down the metal zipper. With her shorts open, he
reached to the bottom fabric of the leg and inched them down her
thighs, past the curve of her hips, until they fell to the floor under
their own gravity.
She stared down at him, running her fingers through his thick dark
hair, as she felt him begin the slow descent of her panties. She felt
the air wash over her nude body as her undergarments followed the same
path as her shorts. Finally, she stepped out with one foot, then used
the other to fling them to the side, moving back in between Kent's
legs, as she felt his hands running the length of her bare buttocks
and down the backs of her thighs.
She reached down and took his hands in hers, pulling from the bed into
a standing position. She moved close to him, nude, and gently kissed
his lips as her hand went to work on the belt he made her avoid
earlier. This time he allowed her to continue and she felt a rush of
arousal overtake her as, standing nude, she released the bindings of
this muscular man's pants, working loose the buttons and finally the
zipper. Her first time was unfolding like a playback of the fantasies
she had read about in her Mother's romance novels.
With his pants undone, she motioned for him to pull them down, as they
were obviously too snug for her to do so on her own. Without
speaking, he accepted her signal, and dragged his pants down his
muscular thighs, underwear and all. His cock sprang to life,
partially aroused, finally freed, and as he stepped forward out of his
pants as it brushed against Emily's bare stomach.
She stared down at Kent in fascination. Certainly, she knew what a
man looked like, although this was the first time she had ever seen
one excited, much less in person. She looked down at him, bobbing and
brushing against her, then back into his eyes. She couldn't help but
giggle slightly, quickly biting her lip in an attempt to maintain her
composure.
"Can I touch it?" she asked timidly. "I mean, will I hurt you?"
Kent began to grow thicker and more erect with her question. He
reached out and guided her hand towards his pelvis.
"Of course you can touch it. Actually, I want you to touch it.
I'll let you know if you hurt me."
She smiled a hesitant smile and, with the tips of her fingers at
first, began a slow caress of his swollen head. Kent twitched
slightly at the stimulation, reaching out gently to caress her breasts
as she discovered his cock. For several moments she only ran her
fingertips along his length, obviously uncertain how to proceed.
Little did she realize that he was being driven from this gentle
stimulation to a state of total arousal.
"You don't have to be so careful," Kent reassured her. "I'll let
you know if you hurt me."
She smiled at him, seemingly glad that he had offered her that bit of
encouragement. She obliged, wrapping her grip around his shaft and
pulling back and forth slightly. She had heard all the jokes about
guys jacking off and had even seen some of the boys in class making
motions with their hands, so she had some idea of how to proceed.
She noticed how Kent's breathing had gotten faster as she stroked
harder, gripping his stalk tighter with her fingers. She liked the
feel of his hard cock in her palm and realized that the feeling of him
in her grip, so excited, was making her even more aroused. She liked
watching the grimaced expressions that would cross his lips, his eyes
closed, the shivers in his pelvis as she stroked faster and harder.
As she took more of his length in her hand, she started to hear a
slurping sound and looked down.
"Did you cum? Is that what happened?" she asked in an almost
concerned voice, analyzing the thick mixture that was spilling from
the head of Kent's cock into her fingers.
"No," Kent replied with a laugh, unable to hide his amusement.
"No, that happens when I get really excited, but it's not cumming.
It's my body's way of - uhm -- helping along the process."
"Oh…ok… if you say so," Emily commented hesitatingly, but
continuing to stroke up and down. "My, you're certainly getting
hard."
"Yesss…I… certainly…ammmm," Kent groaned.
Emily was so totally aroused by Kent's hardness, his excitement, that
she had lost track of time. She felt an unexpected sense of relief as
she felt Kent's hand begin to move from her side towards her bare hip.
She wanted him to touch her. She wanted badly for him to touch her,
to help quell the ache that was growing between her legs. Sensing her
need, he moved with confidence, brushing gently the lips of her
vagina, sensing the wetness, but still moving slowly. Emily continued
stroking his cock, but leaned her hips into Kent in an unspoken signal
that she wanted more.
Feeling her move closer, Kent pressed harder with his fingers, parting
her lips and brushing against her swollen nib. As the tip of his
finger grazed Emily's most sensitive spot, her knees grew suddenly
weak and she felt herself start to stumble. Her one hand still
stroking, she wrapped her other around Kent's neck, holding on tightly
for support. The sensation of a man touching her where she had only
touched herself was too much for words.
Bathing in his own arousal, the erotic sensation of Emily's hand
wrapped tightly around his engorged hard-on, stroking harder and
faster, Kent began to move with more force. He slid his finger deeper
between Emily's legs and into her drenched opening. Even with her
extreme excitement, he could sense her virginal tightness, and moved
with caution, moving only as deep and as fast as her body would allow.
"Oh God Kent… that feels… so… good," the only words she was able
to moan, feeling every detail as Kent explored her steaming pussy.
Their mutual touching continued, exploring, more and more of one
another in the form of passionate kisses. Finally, Emily paused. "I
almost forgot. I'm not on any birth control."
He stopped touching her long enough to apply a long gentle kiss to her
lips. He guided her over to the side of the bed, then pulled back the
covers, motioning for her to slide under the sheet. As she climbed
in, he reached in the dresser drawer and pulled out a box of unopened
condoms. He fumbled for a moment, tearing a single sheath from a
string of connected wrappers. He tore along the printed dotted line,
exposing the rubber, then sat it down on the nightstand for easy
access later.
"I bet you've shared this bed with a lot of women," Emily asked
honestly, yet almost sadly, referring to the condoms he had just taken
from the nightstand.
Kent pulled back the sheet and slid his nude form in between, moving
closer to Emily.
"Do you want to know the truth?" he replied.
"I guess so."
"You're the first woman I've shared this particular bed with --
ever, and the first woman I've been with like this in over a year.
Since before I left my old job. As for the condoms in the nightstand…
I used to be a Boy Scout and we always come prepared…and no, that's
not a pun."
She laughed a giggle of relief and moved closer to him, lacing her
thighs in between his. They resumed their kisses and within a matter
of moments, their exploration of one another's private areas
continued. Lying down now, Emily was able to rest on her back,
spreading her thighs, giving all of herself to Kent's touch, as he
grazed and penetrated. The sensation of him inside her, even if it
was just his fingers, was fantastic, and she held her arms around his
neck tightly, her eyes closed, her lips burying wet kisses to his neck
as he finger-fucked her steadily.
Eventually, he slowed the movement of his hand, brushing his lips up
to her ear. "Have you ever imagined…," he asked, not finishing his
sentence.
"Imagined what?" Emily giggled in anticipation.
"Have you ever imagined…," and he paused again, moving his mouth
down to a point where he could apply strong, passionate kisses to the
sides of her breast. Slowly he caressed her pink, hard nipples with
his mouth, tugging with his teeth, before continuing his questioning.
"Have you ever imagined…," he whispered again, but still didn't
finish his sentence as he moved his kisses lower to her stomach,
rolling slow circles with his tongue around her belly button.
Emily knew exactly what he was asking. The unspoken answer was yes…
she had imagined, many times. In truth, she had even imagined Kent
doing this very thing to her. She had imagined it after late
afternoons, when doing the dishes she would catch glimpses of him
through the kitchen window as he arrived home from the gym in his
skimpy shorts and tank-top, showing off his incredible build. She
imagined in the dark of her bedroom those very nights, lying in her
bed as she was in his now, on her back, her thighs spread, her hand
simulating his tongue. She was aching with anticipation as he moved
his mouth lower, across the bed of red pubic hair, along to the soft
fleshy area lining the inside of her thighs.
He opened his mouth deep and sucked in large circles. Emily's legs
spread wider, lavishing in the sensation of his mouth against her, the
gentle scraping of his masculine beard against the tender flesh of her
thighs. Her hands moved down and roamed through his thick black hair,
guiding him, as the volume and frequency of her moans increased.
Kent teasingly moved up her thigh and back across her belly button in
a high wide arc, until he was repeating his passionate tasting of her
other thigh. From under the sheet he could hear the muffled moans
filling the room and mixing with the jazz, providing the perfect
background to their sensuous embrace. Sensing she had waited long
enough and feeling that he, himself, couldn't wait much longer, he
worked his way back across her stomach, but this time stopped at the
midpoint of her belly button.
Instead of proceeding to the other thigh, he began a gradual descent,
across the coarse pubic hair, until he used his mouth to graze back
and forth the lips of her ripe and ready pussy. Emily arched her
hips, pressing herself towards Kent's mouth.
"Please…yes….now," came Emily's broken words.
Kent moved his hands along the slick surface of the sheets and under
Emily's bare bottom, lifting her and providing her support as the tip
of his tongue first parted her lips. He moved slowly, up and down,
working his way deeper, as her hips continued to arch. She was
drenched and fresh to his taste and Kent felt himself drifting, lost
in the moment as he devoured her.
Emily opened her eyes only briefly, staring at the ceiling. She
spread her thighs wider, and still wider, until the edges of her feet
were brushing the sides of the bed. She could feel Kent's hands under
her bare bottom, massaging, taking handfuls of her flesh as his tongue
and mouth penetrated deeper and deeper. The feeling was like nothing
she could have imagined and, while she wanted to exist in this moment
for as long as possible, she felt an orgasm approaching.
Kent sensed her moment too, and Emily felt him ride his arms higher,
pulling her thighs in and wrapping them across his broad, muscular
shoulders. As he held her legs tight against his cheeks, Emily could
feel Kent forcing his tongue deep inside her. Just, as she was sure
she couldn't take anymore, he released her, using his hands to part
her legs slightly wider. At first, she though he was finished, but
soon realized, he was only getting started. She lifted the sheet,
looking down at him, trying to anticipate what was next.
He smiled up at her, running his hands along the insides of parted
legs, eventually massaging the edges of her pussy with his fingertips.
He moved deeper between her thighs, then parted her lips, allowing his
tongue better access. Emily could only grab tight handfuls of the
sheet for support, her body beginning to shudder, as Kent's tongue
wrapped slow circles around the exposed edges of her most sensitive
spot. When he was sure she was near, he made one forceful stab with
his tongue across her swollen clit. Her back arched and she called
out, moaning louder than she had all evening. Kent continued, but
this time not teasingly. He moved with his entire mouth, consuming her
clit, gently scraping his teeth across her as her thighs thrashed
wildly on the bed, the most intense orgasm she had ever felt forging
through her entire body.
Each time he slowed, each time she thought he would stop, he
continued, but artfully changed his approach from deep thrusts of his
tongue, to focused manipulation of her clitoris with his sensuous
mouth. The first orgasm hadn't passed, when the second began, and
Kent finished by again wrapping her thighs tightly around his head,
burying his tongue deep inside her, holding that position, until he
felt the trembling of her body start to subside.
Emily lay on her back, her hand resting against her forehead as if
famishing a fever, trying desperately to catch her breath. Kent moved
up slightly between her legs, then rested his head on her stomach,
feeling their embrace. They rested for several minutes, before Emily
opened her eyes and looked to the nightstand. She reached over and
grabbed the partially opened condom with one hand, and gently caressed
Kent's cheek with her other in a move to get his attention.
"That… what you just did… I've never had an orgasm that strong in
my life. Now, I want to do this," she commented confidently, holding
up the condom.
Kent moved up to a spot next to her on the pillow. "Are you sure?" he
asked one last time.
"Am I sure?" she asked in sarcastic amusement. "Are you
kidding?' They both chuckled.
She threw back the sheets, all modesty left behind, and looked down at
Kent's body, one muscular inch at a time. He was only partially erect
now. "Are you sure YOU want to do this?" she asked, almost concerned
over his diminishing hard-on. "You seem to be losing your…uh…
enthusiasm."
Kent laughed. "Oh, I'm just resting."
Emily laughed in return. "Well, now that I'm a pro at this," and she
reached and took his partially aroused member in her hand. It took
all of about 3 or 4 tugs and he was growing thick again in her palm.
She watched, again with fascination, stroking harder and faster until
she saw the familiar wetness surface and the grimaces cross Kent's
face. He was even harder than before.
"Here," she motioned with the condom, handing it to Kent.
"No, you need to help me. I'll show you," he replied.
He guided her hand down and helped her to place the plastic hood on
the swollen head of his shaft. She giggled as she realized the genius
in manufacturing, watching the rubber unroll to consume the length of
his cock. Once on, she instinctively draped her hand down his length
several more times, both to ensure the rubber was in place and,
equally important, to ensure he didn't lose his 'enthusiasm' again.
Kent pushed Emily on to her back and began again to apply slow gentle
kisses to her mouth and neck. She caressed him slightly with her
hand, delighting in the sensation of his hard cock brushing against
her hip, knowing within a matter of moments her womanhood would be
changed forever.
She had waited long enough and pulled Kent on top of her, spreading
her legs and brushing her thighs against his hairy legs. They
continued to kiss, the passion of their embrace increasing, their
tongues lashing, biting, and sucking. Emily sensed Kent's hand leave
her face and maneuver down between her legs. She parted her thighs
wider, as wide as she could, as she felt the tip of Kent's swollen,
latex covered cock brushing against her opening.
As he moved forward, she felt him begin to enter her and involuntarily
she started to scoot up on the bed, away from him. She closed her
eyes, wondering in her mind why she had just done that, wondering what
he thought, hoping he wouldn't stop. Whether he sensed her last move
wasn't intentional, or because he was so aroused he wasn't going to
stop unless she absolutely said no, he pretended not to notice and
slid higher on the bed with her.
She felt him press his cock again against her opening, but this time
with more force. She wrapped her arms under his and held tightly on to
his back for support. She could sense already that her body was not
yet going to welcome this act. As he pressed further, the pain shot
from between her legs as she felt the walls of her vagina being forced
apart.
"Uhhhhhhhh," she let out in a squeaky moan.
"Are you ok?" Kent whispered, out of breath, obviously going as
slow as he could.
"Yes…I'm ok… don't stop," were Emily's only words.
Kent rested for a moment, partially inside her, and they continued to
kiss. After a few passing moments she spread her legs wider and he
moved up within her, entering more. Again she felt the pain, but not
quite in the same way. The sensation of absolute forced entry was
subsiding now, translated to one of an uncomfortable, invasive ache.
Again he paused. Again they kissed, holding their oneness.
Kent began to withdraw slightly and for a moment Emily was scared that
he was going to stop, that he wasn't enjoying this. But instead, he
withdrew slightly, then moved forward slightly, then withdrew again,
and then penetrated again. She closed her eyes tightly, hugging her
arms forcefully around his back, as she started to feel glimpses
intermittent pleasure between the pain.
"Keep going… it's starting to feel good," she moaned.
Kent wasn't speaking. She could sense all of his energies were
focused on self control, on moving at a pace that would allow her body
to adapt to this unfamiliar act. He welcomed her encouragement to
continue, as his ability to contain his passions were diminishing. He
wanted more than anything to move at Emily's pace, to move slowly, and
to take as long as she needed. But being so close to her, feeling
himself partially inside her, sensing her bare form wrapped in one
with his, led to a level of desire he had never known before.
Emily wanted to feel all of Kent, and her frustration grew, as her
body didn't seem to recognize how badly she really did want this to
happen. She lavished in the feeling of Kent's mouth intertwined with
her own. This feeling of their tongues caressing one another, the
closeness she felt, the erotic friction of his nude, muscular body
taking her, riding high between her legs, the feeling of his thick
cock penetrating places that no man had ever discovered. The time had
come. The time was here, the time was now -- to give all of herself
to this man. She made him wait no longer.
"Harder… go all the way," she moaned.
Kent obeyed, moving slowly forward with his powerful hips. Her thighs
clutched tightly with his as she felt him forcing more of thickness
inside her. Her eyes closed tightly and she held her breath, trying
desperately to contain the scream that wanted to escape from her body.
Finally, her need to breathe overtook her and she called out.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh…oohhhhhhhh……..goodddddd."
Kent sensed her pain, but also sensed her passion. For a moment he
considered withdrawing, but sensed her tight grip around his back, her
labored, broken breathing penetrating his ear as he thrust in and out
of her tight pussy. He legs were drawn up around his hips, the
muscles seemingly paralyzed, as his pelvis rocked his cock back and
forth inside her.
"Are you ok?" he mouthed in between thrusts.
She said nothing, yet he could feel nodding an affirmative answer
against his cheek, still gasping for breath. He continued, fucking
her a bit more with each passing moment, but still not giving all of
himself to her in fear that he would hurt her. She moved her hands to
the small of his back, then down to his firm buttocks. She grabbed
deep handfuls of his ass and pulled him deeper inside her. He
withdrew, then penetrated until he felt his pelvis meet with her own,
then withdrew and buried himself again. She uttered a blur of
something between a shriek and a moan as he sensed her tearing, as she
took the final step to womanhood -- the step she would never take
again.
They continued for several more minutes. Emily found herself
experiencing a morbid sense of delight, reeling in the constant hum of
pain as Kent withdrew all the way, only to bury himself in her again
and again. She could already tell that, with time, the pain would
disappear, replaced with a pleasure she hadn't known before. Even
now, even with the pain, she knew one thing for sure, something she
might never admit out loud, yet something she was sure of. Right
now, right at this moment, she loved being fucked.
Kent pushed his body up on his powerful arms and stared down at Emily.
Her hips were arched now, her legs riding high on his hips. She
stared sternly in his eyes for several moments, her head swaying up
and down as he buried his cock in her again and again. She smiled up
at him, feeling herself being taken, being engulfed. As he looked in
her eyes, as he sensed her smile, he felt himself nearing the edge.
The final few thrusts were long, with each third or forth being held
tight against and deep insider her, until finally he held released and
shuddered as the reservoir tip filled with his passion.
Emily watched the man above her, sensing his hips, sensing his cock
leaving her, sensing his movements slowing, sensing their oneness.
She watched this man, this special, gentle, sensitive man. She looked
in his eyes, deep in his eyes.
As he looked down at her, she was starting to cry.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned. "Emily, I'm sorry." He was
sure this had gone too far, that she was now regretting what had just
happened.
She started to giggle. "No, I'm sorry. I cry when I'm happy. I've
never been so happy as right now. I couldn't have asked for a better
first experience. You were so caring. So gentle, yet… so
passionate."
Kent eased himself off of her, and lay on her side. He reached his
strong arm out and around her shoulder, pulling her close to him,
leaning over and kissing her forehead.
"That was incredible for me too," he whispered. "Something I'll
never forget for as long as I live."
Emily nestled close, then shut her eyes, allowing herself to drift
towards a serene slumber.
"Wake me… before 10:00," she mumbled into Kent's chest. "My Mom
will be looking for me."
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