Emma’s night in

PART TWO

By 

Jixie



Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of underage sex. If you are offended by this sort of material or are not over 18, then LEAVE NOW. The author can take NO RESPONSIBILITY for any offence or harm the reader(s) may come to as a result of this text. You have been warned. All events in this story are fictional, although based on real life characters and situations, it is obvious which is fiction and which isn’t. 

To all who haven’t left; you’ll notice this is probably a lot different to most other preteen stories. There is graphic descriptions of sex, but its more romantic, and takes a far longer while to get started than most fucking and sucking in the first paragraph type stories, which just bore me, which means I would find them boring to write, which means they would probably be boring for you to read. But keep an open mind, give it a chance, and remember the fact that this is my first ever story. Happy reading!


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Rupert realized suddenly that she wanted to take his clothes off, in return for him taking hers off. 

“Come on now, don’t be shy. Stand up and let me do you.”

Rupert realized that he had better do as Emma said, otherwise she might not like him anymore. He stood up.

“Face away from me, like I did from you.”
Rupert did so.

“That’s right. Now, put your arms up.”

Rupert raised his arms. Emma took a step forward, and pressed her near naked body against Rupert. She slowly took Ruperts t – shirt in her hands and lifted it off his chest, and over his head. Rupert put his arms down. Emma ran her hands over his soft chest, caressing his warm, muscled torso. She then dropped her hands down to his waist where she felt out his belt. Rupert breathed in sharply.

Emma smiled, and stroked his stomach, then leaned her head forward, and whispered: “just hold still a minute”

She unclasped his belt buckle, the top button on his trousers, then undid his zip, before letting his trousers drop to the floor. She put her hands around his waist and turned him to face her. They both stood now in their underwear, Emma in her tiny thong, and Rupert in his boxers. Emma stared into Rupert’s eyes, gave a slow, warm smile and silently ran her hand down Rupert’s back, then over his boxers massaging his buttocks. Rupert did the same spreading his hands over Emmas small, moist cheeks, savouring the pleasure of those perfectly formed mounds of flesh. The excitement in both of them showed in the sweat that now coated their bodies, and as they pushed closer they could feel the perspiration of their passion merging. Emma craned her neck up slightly and brought her mouth to Rupert’s, and engaging in a long, passionate kiss they sank onto the sofa, their tongues wrestling with each other. Wordlessly, as if their instinct were telling them exactly what to do, they finally ripped off each others underclothes, and lay on the sofa together, naked, locked in a passionate embrace, their collective heat warming them to their very core.

Emma pushed herself clear of Rupert for a second, placing both hands on his heaving, sweaty chest pushed herself upright, so she was straddling him. She reached down his stomach and grasped his raging, released manhood in one hand. At the same time, Rupert sat up slightly and stretched his own hand towards Emma’s preteen vagina. He stretched his fingers towards it, found the slit and started to run his fingers up and down the crease between the folds of her labia. At the same time, Emma brought her body closer to Ruperts to make it easier, and started to grasp his cock in both hands. Slowly she started to run her hands up down, the picked up the tempo, pumping it with both hands, from the base of the shaft to its head. They lay there giving each other a mutual masturbation in time with another, each feeling the hot, moist pulse of the others ministrations. 

Rupert felt as if he was going to explode any second now. Just thinking about the fact that he was engaged in a hugely pleasurable and exciting sexual act with Emma almost made him orgasm there and then. He opened his eyes briefly to look at her. Her slim, smooth body, with its small, pert breasts and soft moist skin as it undulated up and down, clearly experiencing the same intense feelings as him. Using one hand to continue massaging the inner folds of her vagina, he ran the other up the outside of her thigh, relishing the sweetness of the taut, well toned thigh as it oozed perspiration from every sweat gland on her body. It was hot and moist, and was starting to tremble at his touch. He looked up to her adorable face. It turned down towards him and gave him a beaming smile. He started to push his fingers further into her womanhood, as its virgin muscles closed around them.

Emma looked down at Rupert and smiled, receiving one back from him. She couldn’t believe her plan had worked! Straddling him like this, staring at his now heaving chest, and furiously pumping his throbbing penis with both hands (he had gone through puberty, thank god) while he pushed his fingers into her vagina, with what she considered to be expert care, she realized she was going to climax any second now. 

“ooh, oooh, I’m gonnna orgasm real soon Rupert, keep going!” she said

“I know, I know, I am too!” He replied.

“Push harder, Push harder, Oh – Oh, OOOOOOHHHH!” She gasped, sucking in air like a vacuum as she felt waves of pleasure flood through her nervous system like some fantastic hormone which reached every part of her body all at the same time. 

“Ungh, aahh, it’s coming, Emma! AAAAAAHHHH!” Rupert gasped as well, almost simultaneously, as he felt the blessed release like someone had opened floodgates deep into his pounding heart. 

Emma collapsed on top of Rupert, almost spent as, lying her exhausted form flopping on top of his chest, both breathing heavily, as if they had both participated in some marathon. Emma tilted her head up to look into Rupert’s eyes and, stroking his hair, while he laid both his arms around her back, said

“That was way better than rehersal, hey Rupert?”

“yeah, yeah. Definitely. My place next time though, okay?”

“sure whatever, baby.”

END OF PART TWO
