You let out a sigh as you took your first sip of the tea you had prepared. That single drop of fresh Miltank milk really brought out the best from those tea leaves! As you leaned back in your chair, you took your time savouring each individual sip. You felt like you had never been more at peace then in this one moment.
*Bang* *Stomp* *Slam*
You were jolted into proper posture by a series of loud noises coming from the front of the house. The front door had been opened and someone had entered the house. And you knew from experience who that was.
A loud wailing echoed throughout your house as someone yelled out your name, their voice soon devolving into sobbing. Setting your cup down, you pulled yourself to your feet and hurried to the source of the racket. You entered the entryway to find your girlfriend Whitney kneeling on the floor, hands rubbing her eyes as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Whitney! Are you okay?" you asked, already having a pretty good idea as to what was causing her to throw a tantrum.
"*hic* Well… I… *sniff* I lost a Gym battle!"
You knelt down next to Whitney and began to gently rub her back, speaking soothing words to her in an effort to calm her down. Whitney was the Gym Leader of the Goldenrod City Gym. She was a skilled battler and really enjoyed her job. However, she had always been a sore loser. Any loss she suffered always caused her to throw a fit. She rarely ever presented badges to victorious gym challengers herself. Usually, one of the gym trainers would hand out the badges in her place.
"There, there, Whitney. Come on. Up you get! Let's go to the kitchen. I'll prepare you some tea."
Whitney sniffled as she lowered her balled fists, allowing you to see her face. Even in this state, your girlfriend was the most adorable thing in all Johto.
Helping her up, you gently guided Whitney into the kitchen. Sitting her down at the table, you prepared her a fresh cup of tea. While you preferred only a small drop of milk in yours, Whitney liked her tea to be practically drowning in the stuff. After pouring a large helping of Miltank milk into the cup, you presented the warm beverage to your girlfriend, who was still crying, albeit now reduced to a quiet whimper.
Whitney took the cup from you. The warmth radiating from the cup spread into her right hand, already helping the frazzled girl to relax, despite not yet taking a sip. She brought the cup to her face, her tiny lips pursing around the edge of the cup as she took her first sip of the tea you had prepared especially for her.
That first sip had an immediate impact on Whitney's mood. Her face was already beginning to brighten. She quickly consumed the rest of the drink, its sweet warmth helping to calm her nerves. Once she had drank every drop, she set the empty cup down. She turned to face you, flashing you a weak smile.
"Thanks… I needed that."
"It was my pleasure, Whitney! Are you feeling any better?"
Whitney nodded her head.
"A little…"
She was still far from her usual self. That wasn't too surprising. Whitney always took her losses hard. Many thought it was because she was an immature brat, but you knew differently. You knew just how much time and energy Whitney poured into training her Pokémon. She was proud of her team so any defeat they suffered made Whitney doubt her own skills as a trainer. She wanted to be the best trainer she could be, believing her Pokémon deserved nothing less than the very best, like no one ever was!
You had been sat on the couch while Whitney had her tea. You patted the spot next to you, ushering Whitney to come sit with you. She stood up and deftly made her way over to you, sitting down without so much as a peep. You wrapped your right arm around her body, pulling her into you. Whitney rested her head against your chest as you began to pat her head with your left hand while your right hand gently stroked her side.
The two of you remained like that for some time, neither of you saying anything. You were focused on making Whitney feel better, while Whitney was immersing herself in your presence. No matter how sad she felt, just being near you always made her feel a bit better. Whitney knew she could be high maintenance at times. And yet despite all the trouble she caused, you never once complained or threatened to leave her. Whitney was forever grateful to have you in her life and she wasn't sure what she would do without you.
Still, it was hard to truly appreciate you while the bitter taste of defeat still lingered in her mouth.
"Hey…" Whitney murmured, causing you to pause your head pats to focus on what she had to say.
"Can we… do that thing…?"
Whitney's face was as pink as her hair. You couldn't help but chuckle. Despite being an adult, Whitney was still a kid in so many ways. She was still unable to directly ask you for sex. But hey, that was just one of the many things you loved about her!
"Sure. Will that make you feel better?"
Whitney nodded, avoiding eye contact.
"Okay. Let's head upstairs."
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"Hmm… ahh… more…"
You and Whitney were now upstairs in your bedroom. The two of you were sitting on the side of the bed, with Whitney sat in between your legs. The two of you were making out, lips crashing together as tongues wrestled with one another. Whitney's t-shirt had been unbuttoned and was wide open. With her bra removed, your hands had complete access to her Miltanks, which you were taking full advantage of.
Whitney's breasts were the only part of her that wasn't childish. They were two absolutely mammoth spheres of soft flesh, each topped with a cherry pink nipple that were super sensitive to the touch. Each time you pinched those adorable nubs, Whitney would moan into your mouth as her tiny body shivered against you. You especially enjoyed the feel of her soft butt pushing against your hardening groin.
"Ah!... More…" Whitney moaned.
"So needy…" you thought to yourself as you gave her tits an extra firm squeeze.
As you continued to make out with Whitney, one of your hands left her chest and began to descend her body. It slid down her smooth stomach before snaking its way underneath the waistband of her shorts. You immediately noticed how wet her panties had become, the pink fabric absolutely soaked in her juices.
You slipped your fingers beneath her underwear as well, your digits now directly touching Whitney's dripping wet sex. You traced your index along her slit, enjoying the feel of the whisps of pink pubic hair brushing against your finger. Whitney was squirming even more now that you were touching her most sensitive area. Her butt was pressing even harder against your dick, which had sandwiched itself between Whitney's cheeks as it continued its attempt to break free from the confines of your pants.
You continued to gently knead Whitney's pussy with your fingers. You carefully parted her labia, exposing the entrance to her sex. You poked around her opening with your index finger, amazed by the fact that you could somehow fit your dick inside this tiny hole.
After enough probing, you began to push your finger inside Whitney's tight tunnel. Her needy walls instantly clamped down on your finger, suckling on it with the hunger of a newborn babe. You twisted your finger back and forth, slowly drilling it deeper inside. You and Whitney were no longer kissing. Her head rested on your right shoulder, her eyes watery and her tongue hanging from her panting mouth. With your left hand fingering her sex and your right busy kneading one of her massive tits, Whitney was experiencing immense pleasure on two separate fronts. You could tell from the tightening of her pussy and the mewling she was making that Whitney was getting close to cumming. Just a little more and…
"W-wait! Stop…"
Both of your hands froze when Whitney uttered those words. Your index remained completely sheathed inside Whitney's cunt, her walls eagerly massaging it. Your other hand continued to cup the heavy melon in its grasp, your fingers partially submerged in the soft tit flesh.
"Don't make me cum with your finger… Use… this…"
Whitney rubbed her butt against your cock, emphasising her desire for you to fuck her.
"Now, now, Whitney… That isn't how you ask for something." You teased, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face.
Whitney pouted at you but relented to your demands. She stood up and cast her open shirt off her body. She spun around to face you rapidly, causing her massive breasts to swing about wildly. Gripping the waistband of both her shorts and panties, Whitney yanked them down her legs in one swift motion, before stepping out of them. Now completely naked, she quickly climbed back onto the bed, positioning herself at the top of it. Standing on all fours, Whitney looked back over her shoulder at you and began to shake her hips in a hypnotic rhythm.
"Please… fuck me!" she cooed.
Unable to resist the temptation of fucking Whitney after seeing that, you cut your teasing of her short and quickly shed your own clothing. As your throbbing cock bounced free, you could feel Whitney's eyes staring at your phallus with a ravenous hunger.
Knelling behind Whitney, you planted your hands on her behind. While her tits were your favourite part of her body, her ass was a close second. You squeezed the round globes, causing Whitney to let out a moan.
Lining your dick up with Whitney's pussy, you pushed apart her folds with the head of your dick and pressed it against her entrance. Moving your hands to her sides and ensuring you had a good grip on Whitney, you thrusted your dick inside her, sheathing your entire length inside her.
Whitney threw her head back the moment you entered her. She wasn't expecting you to put the entire thing inside her in one go. Despite having fucked Whitney more times than you could count, her pussy was still as tight as ever. You were her first and only lover, her pussy having slowly been reshaped to accommodate your member.
Pulling back until only the top of your cock remained lodged inside her, you pushed back into Whitney, beginning a long series of thrusts at a firm but steady pace. Whitney's heavy breasts hung from her chest, shaking back and forth as you rutted inside her. You leaned forward, laying your body down atop Whitney's. You snaked your arms beneath her and grabbed hold of her breasts, pinching her nipples as you fucked her.
Whitney by this point was belting out a cacophony of moans and mewls. You were fucking her with quite a bit of force. Despite her bubbly and childlike personality, Whitney liked it rough, always yearning for a serious pounding whenever the two of you had sex. Perhaps that shouldn't be a surprise, considering her love of battling.
"More… Harder!" Whitney yelped in between moans.
Harder, huh? If that's what she wanted, then who were you to refuse her? You summoned every ounce of strength you had, directing it all into your lower body as you tried to pound Whitney's pussy into oblivion. It wasn't long before you felt Whitney cumming on your dick. While you were tempted to cum alongside her, you held back the urge. You wanted to keep fucking Whitney until all her woes had been placated.
Whitney was flung from one orgasm to the next as your unrelenting assault on her sex continued without pause. Your dick was like a battering ram, crushing her babymaker into all sorts of shapes as your cock repeatedly barrelled into it.
The front half of Whitney's body had long since collapsed, her head buried in her pillow. Your grip on her sides prevented her bottom half from following suit, forcing it to remain stuck in the air and in line with your pelvis. Her buttocks had started to turn red from the constant slamming of your body into her behind. Her ass cheeks jiggled each time you hilted inside her pussy.
Despite your best efforts, you could only resist the alluring embrace of Whitney's pussy for so long. Having long since lost track of the number of orgasms you had given Whitney, it was high time for you to experience one yourself. Sinking into her depths one last time, you flattened Whitney beneath you as you came inside her. Whitney's legs straightened out, wiggling about the bed as you pumped her body full of your cum. The bulk of your seed was sown deep inside her womb, conquering every corner of her deepest parts.
You remained atop of Whitney for some time. You could hear her panting into her pillow beneath you. Summoning whatever strength that you could, you rolled yourself off of her, laying down beside her. You placed one of your arms over your eyes, shielding them from the light as you took deep breaths. You were beginning to feel sleep's grip take a hold of you. However, it was fought off by two soft objects suddenly swallowing your dick. Looking out from beneath your arm, you saw that Whitney had slithered between your legs and had sandwiched your dick between her tits.
Flashing you a cheeky grin, Whitney began massaging your dick with her breasts. You leaned back into your pillow, immersing yourself in the pleasure that Whitney was giving you. Her large breasts gelled around your cock, their comforting warmth putting you on cloud nine. Whitney giggled as she felt your cock throb against her tits. Your rod was scorching hot, almost feeling like it was burning the sensitive skin of her udders.
You soon began to instinctively buck your hips into Whitney's cleavage, as if you were fucking her breasts. The tip of your cock would repeatedly pop out of her cleavage only to sink back in. Whitney giggled at the sight, increasing the pressure she was putting on your dick to make you buck some more. You could feel a building sensation deep in your balls. They were recharged and ready to blow!
Letting out a loud, deep groan, you raised your hips off the bed as cum fired from your cock. It erupted from Whitney's cleavage like a volcano, soaring high into the air before coming back down. The bulk of your load splattered all over Whitney's tits, with some of it splashing her in the face. Whitney squealed but she kept milking you until your dick hard released everything it had to give.
Upon reaching the conclusion of your ejaculation, your dick rapidly deflated before slipping free from Whitney's breasts. Whitney sat up on her knees, holding her breasts in her hands as she admired the load you had deposited on them. She then scooted over to your side and laid down next to you. You snaked your right arm under her body, pulling her in close to you. The two of you laid there in near silence, save for some heavy panting as you both calmed down from today's excitement.
"Thanks…" Whitney murmured.
"Hmm?" you murmured back.
"For cheering me up. I know that I can be… high maintenance…"
"Yeah, no kidding."
Whitney shot you an offended look. You burst into laughter; your chuckling contagious enough for Whitney to soon start giggling as well. You hugged your girlfriend a bit tighter. Whitney snuggled her face into the side of your neck.
"You know… today wasn't safe…"
"Hmm!?"
You looked down at Whitney, who gave you coy smile.
"You might have made me into a mommy."
"Well, if I have… I hope motherhood will help you grow up a little. I don't want to be dealing with two cry-babies."
"Hey!"
Whitney shot you another look as you burst into laughter once more. After a bit more laughing and teasing, the two of you got up and took a nice long shower together, taking turns to tenderly wash each other's bodies. Whitney was back to her usual self, eager to face her next challenger. You crossed your fingers that she'd win, and that your future child wouldn't take after her in the crying department.