After Ellie’s end of school party (1)
My daughter and her friends teach me about sex
My daughter and her friends teach me about sex
Frank turns up at last
Account of how I became a cuckold to a wife who only has sex with dogs.
Cassy gets to watch Daddy make himself happy. Mommy helps her enjoy it.
Unfortunately for the company, I had to consider Mike Booker.
It was another day at work, which meant stealing glances at the new Hispanic girl, Kim.
Suddenly her eyes caught mine. I looked quickly to my monitor, cursing myself for staring so much. Last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable and report me or worse yet, quit.
I looked back at her as she turned around. Kim was short. She was probably around five foot two, and had a curvy one hundred and twenty pounds body that was nothing short of perfect. Absolutely sexy smile, in fact I believe Kim looked a lot like Gina Gershon when she smiled. Her breasts were average, and her hips exploded out to meet her hot curvy ass.
She was only twenty-one, thirteen years my junior. Hell, I liked younger women. Especially hot ass ones like her. Since I turned twenty-five, I’ve always been the classic dirty old man. I always stole glances at hot young women who paraded around my office. But it did not stop with the young, I liked all women. I had been with older women, and loved the pleasure they provided me as well. But as of now, my thoughts were centered on Kim.
It was a dead issue, really. My office was a meat market of young men, all which could give her some terrible, inexperienced sex. Hell, she would probably think their skills were amazing. After a few hours with her, I would have her curled up in the corner, mumbling incoherently. I’ve been there and done that, and have a certain skill set when it comes to sex that usually makes the women come back and want more. Once I had her, it would be all she wrote.
I once again snapped back to reality. What would a young, sexy woman like her see in an old man like me? I looked back at my spreadsheet and continued pecking away at the keyboard. “Data entry, my favorite part of the job,” I thought. Creating and filling in copious amounts of spreadsheets to keep the bosses happy. The only thing that kept me going lately was Kim’s sexy body swaying around the shop.
I headed home that night, thinking about numerous ways I could get her to see the type of person I was. Nothing I could come up with sounded like it would actually work, and some of the ideas I had would probably have landed me in jail.
As I walked in the house, I was greeted by my sister Nicole, who was sexily under-dressed. She was wearing a small pair of shorts, and a loose tank top that left very little to the imagination of her nice round tits. I immediately felt my cock twitch as she turned around and went back into the living room. I watched her ass as she walked away, as it slightly protruded from the bottom of the shorts, and then continued upstairs into my room. Nicole was a beautiful woman. Nicole is five foot six, one hundred and thirty pounds, with her brown hair dyed auburn. Possibly model material, I am not ashamed to say I have had some excellent thoughts about being with my own hot sister. But that was incest, and I was not willing to go there.
I flew out of my working outfit and stretched out naked on my bed, rubbing my cock and thinking about Kim. I instantly was rock hard, all the pent up desire in my body reflecting in my blood-gorged cock. I imagined her perfect mouth wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down, her small hands milking my shaft, trying to get the cum out. Then I imagined her swinging her legs around over my head and nestling her bald pussy onto my mouth. That was enough to cause me to shoot ropes of semen over my stomach, with some even landing high on my chest.
I took my hand and scooped my cum into my mouth, something I always enjoyed when I was turned on. And I was really turned on. It tasted so good, so salty, I continued to find semen and place it in my mouth.
“Oh, my god!” Nicole was suddenly standing there in the doorway.
“Get out!” I thought I closed the door.
My my sister shot out the door. “Now I know why you don’t have a girlfriend,” she said from the hallway, “you’re gay!”
I quickly walked over and closed the door. I rested my arms on the door and put my forehead in my arms, “No, I’m not gay. Go away.” Shit, how do you explain that you are bisexual to your own sister?
“I saw that, and I am pretty sure straight men do not do that, Tim”
“And how would you know? Your barely 23,” then a thought crossed my mind,” Tell me you never tasted your pussy.”
“That’s different,” she said.
I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. “Oh, yeah? How?” I asked as she looked at my naked body.
“Go put some clothes on you faggot!” She yelled as she looked down at my still erect boner. “Why are you still hard?” she asked as she realized my member had not subsided.
I had to say something to get her to stop thinking I was gay, “Because I’m sitting here naked in front of a sexy woman! See, not gay!”
“You’re sick, then.”
“Then I am,” I grabbed my shaft and gave it a few strokes.
“Ewww,” Nicole turned and walked away. “Go do that in your room.”
Instead of going to my room, I went into the bathroom and took a nice hot shower. Under the hot water, I thought about how I was good enough to let my sister stay with me after her divorce. She never had a boyfriend since, and she was just going to continue to live with me because I did not charge her rent.
I suddenly thought I should not have stroked my cock in front of her in the hallway. I did not want things to be weird between us. After my shower, I wrapped up in a towel and went down to apologize to my sister.
I walked down the stairs and went to my sister’s room. He door was closed and as I approached it I heard something I did not expect to hear. I heard her crying. Did I hurt her feelings? I quickly opened the door,
“Hey sis…”
“OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”
The next thing I saw will be plastered into my mind until the day I die. My sister, on her back with her head on her pillow, stark naked and thrusting a pink vibrator into her shaved snatch. I instantly froze up and continued to survey the situation.
She took the pink machine and hurled it at me, missing by a wide margin and shattering her dresser mirror. The sound of the glass shattering woke me from my trance and I bolted out of the room, unable to close the door because I had dropped my towel in the doorway on the way out. Still I tried to close the door, as if the towel was going to cut in half.
“Get the fuck out you freak!” Nicole came at me off the bed and suddenly she screamed in pain, “ARGGHH!! Fuck!” She fell to the ground.
I was still trying to close the door when I realized my sister had stepped in a piece of broken mirror, cutting her foot wide open. I quickly ran in the room, careful not to step on any large pieces of glass. I picked her up and took her out to the couch, her grimacing in pain.
I ran and grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink, and ran back to her on the couch. She tried to cover herself with her hands, because there was nothing nearby to cover herself with. The couch pillows were sown into the couch, and the nearest blanket was back in her room through the broken glass.
I quickly cleaned out the wound and wrapped it up in a bandage, all the while stealing glances at my sister’s breasts and naked legs. She was still in a lot of pain at this point, so I got up on the couch and held her in my arms. To my surprise she held me back, crying until she was too tired to cry. Her head was on my chest inside of my arm, and she looked as if she was looking down straight at my soft pecker. Once I realized that she could be looking, I felt the blood start to flow again.
“Doesn’t that thing ever calm down?” She whimpered, with a slight attempt at a giggle.
Amused that she was in fact looking at my growing member, I replied, “Yeah, it’s pretty sensitive.”
That is when my sister took her hand and pushed my dick down and laid her hand flat over me, holding me down. The sensation of her touching me made me jump.
“Calm down, I don’t want that thing poking me in the eye… shit… ow… that hurts so bad… do you think I need stitches?”
“No, I’m pretty sure you don’t.” We will check it soon. If it is still bleeding then I’ll run you to the E. R.”
I slid her over, got up, went up to my room and put on some pants, socks, and shoes, grabbed a blanket for Nicole. I covered her and went to clean up the broken mirror.
“Seven years bad luck, you know!” I shouted across the house.
“Ha. Ha. Shut up!”
I walked back into the living room after cleaning the mess, and Nicole was now watching TV, still naked under the blanket.
“I think it’s broke,” I held up her vibrator.
“I need a new one anyway,” Nicole said candidly, “I need to get one that feels more like a man.”
I was shocked by how forthcoming she was, “Okay, I’ll toss this out then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry, I did not mean to walk in on you, I thought you were crying.”
“I was about to cum.”
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. “Well, I am sorry.”
“You should be… you know that… well…, “she paused, “you were the one who got me all hot in the first place.”
I asked, “Is that right?” My cock was not thumping, no longer twitching. In short moments, my hard on was visible in my pants.
“Does it make you horny that I was masturbating thinking about you brother?” She pulled the blanket off exposing her naked body. I could see her far better than when in she was fucking herself in the bedroom. Her pussy was clean and smooth and parted slightly open with small lips folded outward. Her hole was wet and small.
My whole world started to shift… was I in a dream or was my hot sister wanting me? “Yes. Very.”
“Well, I still have not cum yet… could you help me?”
Let me know if this is good enough to warrant continuation. Will take ideas on what to do as well. Kind of like choose your own story.
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CJ’s wish finally cum’s true
Week 4: Baths and Bottles
I wrote this story a while ago for a friend, and she liked it so much, she posted it. I have decided to write some more, so I am re-posting this story under my name, with a couple adjustments and the appropriate tags. I am interested in useful comments and seeing how it’s rated, so please feel free. THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. TO ANY PERSON OF ANY AGE. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES AND INCIDENTS ARE FROM THE AUTHOR’S WARPED IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS, OR LOCALES OR PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.
Same starting out shit; This is a true story, names have been changed, blah blah
We learn about Jerry’s past
Light poured in through George’s bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual.
He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn.
But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true.
The realization that she didn’t exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had.
Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy.
He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him.
Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn’t supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music.
He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn’t have done the voice justice.
He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself.
She was wearing one of George’s white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George’s boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top.
Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George’s presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang.
Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn’t believe she was real, his mind couldn’t grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy.
He didn’t know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face.
“I uh, I wasn’t listening or anything,” he stammered, “I was just um, on my way to the kitc…”
Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn’t think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back.
Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, “Good mor … I mean afternoon Master.”
He was still reeling from all that had transpired. “Are … are you real?” he pleaded.
She gave him another sweet kiss, “This feels real to me, Master.”
“Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?” said George.
She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, “I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you.”
He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant…”
“You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?” she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. “No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you.”
He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. “Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George.”
“I am sorry Ma … I mean George,” she rolled her eyes at her blunder. “It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave.”
“Do you really believe that you are a slave?” he asked.
“Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant.”
George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn’t sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn’t want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko.
He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn,” he said as he stroked her silky hair, “I’ve never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren’t going to disappear…”
“I will not,” she said quickly.
“I believe you,” he amended, “Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I’m sorry if I’m not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn’t live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don’t deserve to, ignore it, because it’s wrong. Okay?”
Dawn didn’t answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together.
Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. “What did you say, Dawn?” he asked.
Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn’t make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere.
She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. “Wait Dawn, don’t say it.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“I … I don’t know. I’m just … not ready for that.”
She looked down and nodded. “Very well. Um … would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”
“I don’t really mind if you call me Master, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.”
“Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.
He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It’s not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master.”
She gave him a sudden quick kiss.
George couldn’t suppress a grin. “What was that for,” he asked.
“That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of.”
He scratched his head nervously, “I guess. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”
“As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless.”
“Alright well, I’m starving. Let’s get some breakf … I mean lunch.” They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor.
While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn’s outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn’t help but get hard again.
“By the way, I love your outfit,” said George.
Her expression brightened immediately, “I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies.”
George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. “Well, I’ll admit that I’ve been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind.”
She gasped in mock astonishment, “You mean this behind?” She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn’t know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. “You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you.”
George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn’t deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips.
She gave him another playful gasp. “Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong.”
George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers.
“Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl’s sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man’s clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!”
“You mean the only night of your life,” added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down.
“But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?” She was really hamming it up, but she didn’t move.
George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. “You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don’t think you are nearly as innocent as you say.”
George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. “No, no! What would her … parents think! They worked … so hard … to raise her right! She … is a good girl … oh!” She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out.
As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, “So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She … she…” She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn’t been holding her hips tightly.
He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. “Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!”
George couldn’t take any more. He didn’t know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him.
Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things.
“So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?” asked George.
“I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch,” said Dawn smiling.
“Oh really?” he grinned.
She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, “Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever.”
He kissed her, “Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!” He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become.
“Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross?
He felt the tingle again. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don’t want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly.”
“Aww, a shower sounds like fun,” she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on.
“Have I told yet how amazing you are?” he asked.
“Not today,” she said sweetly.
“Well come on, I’ll tell you over lunch.” He stood up first and then helped her to her feet.
George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn’t joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing.
Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff.
As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop.
When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George’s awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him.
Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn’t peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her.
After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why.
Dawn’s curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George’s side. “Can I help?” she asked happily.
“Sure, babe,” he handed her a large plastic spoon, “stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone.”
“Okay. Babe,” she said heavily.
“Oh sorry,” he laughed nervously, “That just sort of slipped out. My … nothing, sorry.”
“It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, its not important,” he said shortly.
“Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!” said Dawn in mock anguish.
“Well, it’s just … my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think.”
“Oh,” she said in quiet astonishment. “What did your Mother call him?”
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair.” She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. “You see George, the rebellion begins.”
“Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff.”
Dawn brightened, “Aww, they sound cute together.”
“Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her.”
“That is so romantic!” she squealed. “Now I know where you get it from.”
“Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame.”
“Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that.”
“She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it.” He flipped the chicken, “Good times, good times.”
“George.”
“Yeah Dawn?”
“You can call me babe if you want to.”
George’s stomach did a back flip. He wasn’t use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject.
“So where did that little role play come from?” he asked.
Dawn said, “It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was … hot.”
She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, “I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of.”
“Well that doesn’t sound that surprising,” said George, “you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient.”
“Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore … Oh, sorry, pardon my language.”
George laughed and said, “Liking sex doesn’t make you a whore.”
“It doesn’t?” she asked hopefully.
“Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you’ve done is use sex to show affection. If that’s not the most noble usage of sex, then I don’t know what is.”
“That is true I suppose. Thank you George.” She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. “Besides, I already have what I want.”
Dawn continued, “The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children.”
“Well, like I said, I haven’t ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities.” Suddenly he realized that they hadn’t taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. “Can you … uh … you know?”
“Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well.”
“What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?” George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn’t quite sure how to ask about them.
“Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry.” She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. “Where should I start?” she thought out loud.
“Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you’re really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you’re smoking hot. Other than that, I’m pretty much in the dark. Why don’t you just start at the beginning and we’ll go from there.”
“Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start.” She added laughing, “And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?”
“The beginning.”
“Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son.”
“Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you’re a dude?” he asked worried.
“No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist.”
“Are you sure?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“Well I was…” she dragged out, “but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like.” She adopted a playful grin.
George wasn’t really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt.
She gasped, “Hey mister! Those are mine,” she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him.
“Nuh uh, they’re mine. You’re just holding them for me,” he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him.
“H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles,” she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck.
George was enjoying they’re closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. “Mmm,” she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George’s dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles.
After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, “I really like this. I like being here with you, like this.”
“Me too,” was all he could manage.
Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. “So? Are you satisfied?” she asked with a smile.
“Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy.”
“Well that is a relief,” she said jokingly.
The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over.
Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. “Chicken’s done. How are those noodles coming?”
“Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?” she asked.
They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they’re faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George’s stomach did another back-flip.
“Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I’ll add the chicken.”
The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George’s amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before.
“Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?”
Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. “It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?” asked Dawn.
George was slightly alarmed. He’d have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. “Uh, boy,” he said finally.
“Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley.”
“That’s terrible,” said George somberly.
“Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long.
Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer’s wife.
She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother’s plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine.”
“Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of,” marveled George. “So, what did she wish for?” He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn’s tale.
Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. “She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live.”
George was taken aback. “Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?”
Dawn nodded.
“That’s … that’s awesome,” he said quietly.
“When the Major Genie heard my mother’s wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return.
As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother’s tar.”
“And you think, that I’m that person?”
She nodded.
George didn’t know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn’s story, and her mother’s wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn’s vessel.
He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. “George, what are you thinking?”
“I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake.”
Appalled, she asked, “Why would you say that, George?”
“Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I’m not anyone special. I’m just, just…”
“Just George.”
“Yeah.”
“And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute.”
“I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I’ve never been particularly courageous or adventurous.”
“I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel.”
George sighed, “You may not believe this Dawn, but I’m kind of a loser. I wasn’t on the honor roll, I wasn’t captain of the football team, I’ve never left the country, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve only had one friend in my entire life.”
“All those things may be true, but that doesn’t make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser.”
“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”
She laughed. “You got me there.”
George still wasn’t convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn’t like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. “So, what happened to your mother?”
“I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere.” She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look.
“Do you miss her?” asked George.
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part 2 of 7. story takes place in a dream and is about a girl coming to visit a guy for the first time
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You guys asked for it, so here it is. This chapter will be a bit shorter than the others, but there is plenty of sex in here! This chapter is meant to wrap up the current story line and set up a future for the characters. The ending is left open ended, so depending on the rating of this chapter, I may continue the series! Let me know if you want that!
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Cindy drives home naked to have sex with her brother.
iCarly: iHave Sex
Author’s note: This is my first sex story, so I would really appreciate it if you could post any positive or negative feedback in the comments. That way, I’ll know what to improve on, and from there, I’ll decide if I should make a sequel. Thank you, and please enjoy the story!
“And ….. We’re clear!”
15-year old Freddie Benson shut off his camera and joined the two girls, Carly Shay and Sam Puckett, who were standing in the middle of the room. The three best friends had just finished their latest episode of iCarly, their popular webshow which Carly and Sam hosted and did crazy antics. Freddie was the cameraman, or as he liked to call it: “technical producer.”
Carly was Freddie’s neighbor and good friend, and Freddie had a huge crush on Carly. Carly was also 15, and had long, silky black hair that ran about halfway down her back, and mesmerizing brown eyes. She was wearing a tight-fitting light blue Old Navy t-shirt that really brought out her still-growing B cup tits, and was wearing a pair of denim shorts, exposing her beautiful, tan legs. To top it off, she was wearing cute pink flip flops and had a flowery scent to her. Freddie did not try to hide his crush on Carly and constantly told her that he loved her or that they should go out, but Carly almost never showed any positive responses to Freddie’s requests.
Sam was also 15, and had a very interesting relationship with Freddie. Sam would always make fun of Freddie, and even sometimes beat him up if he annoyed her. However, a few weeks earlier, Sam and Freddie had both been teased that they had never kissed anyone before. So, Sam and Freddie kissed each other in private to get it over with and promised not to tell anybody. After that, they had gone back to making fun of each other, but Freddie never forgot his first kiss, which left a permanent imprint on his lips (in a good way). Sam had long, wavy blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes, and had breasts about the same size as Carly, which were barely contained by her black and pink t-shirt. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, which amplified her beautiful ass and hips. Sam was a trouble-maker and acted like a boy sometimes, by beating up people and eating a lot of meat and chili.
“That was one of our best iCarlys yet!” exclaimed Carly.
“Yeah, our ratings were really high!” said Freddie
In the past year, Freddie’s voice had gotten deeper, and he knew it was because of puberty. Freddie used to be fairly chubby, but in the past year, he had grown a few inches and had evened out his weight with his height. Freddie thought he was pretty good looking and he even had a few girls in school that wanted to go out with him, but Freddie had turned them down in hopes of dating Carly. Freddie did not know why Carly had turned him down so many times.
The three teenagers walked out of their iCarly studio and went downstairs. By the front door of the apartment, they saw Spencer, Carly’s 26 year old brother who she lived with, standing with a duffel bag. Spencer had dropped out of law school to be an artist, and he was a bit eccentric, but Carly kept him under control most of the time. Spencer usually had a new sculpture he was working on, but Sam and Freddie were surprised to see that there was nothing new here.
“You sure you’ll be fine here on your own?” asked Spencer
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” said Carly. “Don’t worry, I’ll just throw a party and trash the house while you’re gone”
“That’s not funny,” said Spencer.
“Where are you going?” asked Sam.
“To the art convention”
“Uh, an art convention?” said Freddie.
“Yeah, you know, a convention of art. You see, artist around the world gather toge-”
“Yeah, don’t care,” interrupted Sam.
Spencer kissed Carly good-bye and went out the door.
“So what is there to eat in this place?” asked Sam suddenly.
“We have some leftover Chinese that we can warm up,” replied Carly.
“Ooh! I love Chinese!” exclaimed Sam.
“You love to eat everything, Sam!” said Carly.
“Yeah…” said Sam.
During dinner, the three friends were talking but Freddie was spending the entire time staring at his two beautiful friends. Freddie was studying the exquisiteness of Carly’s breasts and body and was getting a massive erection. Freddie found his mind thinking about the kiss with Sam, and his eyes starting wandering to Sam’s tits.
“Hello? Freddie? You still there, dipwad?” asked Sam
“What? What did you say?” asked Freddie, disgruntled and embarrassed.
“We were asking what you thought we should do for our next iCarly,” said Carly.
“Oh, I was thinking we should put on a few improv plays and have our viewers vote for the breast – I mean best one.”
Carly and Sam started to giggle.
“What?” said Freddie “I meant to say best.”
After a grueling two more minutes of teasing, they finished their meal and Carly and Sam got up to clean up. Freddie still had a huge boner and did not want the girls to see it and tease him for it, so he stayed sitting.
“Aren’t you gonna help, Fredward?” asked Sam.
“Yeah I’ll be there in a second,” said Freddie.
Freddie waited a minute until his boner had died down a bit and got up to help the girls. Out of the corner of his eye, Freddie thought he saw Carly’s eyes flicker to his crotch, but when he turned to look at Carly, she was focusing on the dishes. Freddie decided that it must have been his imagination.
After supper, they watched a few hours of TV, and after that, Freddie and Sam went home to their respective apartments. Freddie lived across the hall, and Sam lived a few floors up. As Freddie walked into his apartment, his extremely worrisome and overprotective mom bombarded him with questions regarding where he was and why he didn’t tell her.
“I was just at Carly’s, mom,” replied Freddie. “It’s just across the hall.”
“Well it’s very late and you need to go to bed now,” said Mrs. Benson.
“But it’s only ten o’ clock!” exclaimed Freddie. “And it’s summer! I don’t have school tomorrow!”
“Well you need your sleep, Freddie,” said Mrs. Benson. “And if it makes you feel any better, I’m going to bed, too.”
Freddie reluctantly walked into his room, grumbling. The second he heard his mother close her bedroom door, Freddie sat up in bed and turned on his laptop. He was working on a project on the computer where he was photoshopping Carly’s face onto a porn star’s body. Freddie had almost made it look genuine, when he heard a faint knock on the front door. Freddie’s mom was already fast asleep, so he knew he had to answer the door. Freddie again tried to relax his raging erection and when he thought it was safe he opened the door. Carly was at the other side of the door, now wearing a tight gray tank top which her blossoming breasts were bulging out of, and had on a pair of sweatpants. Freddie was having a very difficult time preventing his boner from reemerging.
“Were you in bed just now?” asked Carly, smiling.
“What!” exclaimed Freddie. “My mom makes me go to bed early. And I wasn’t even sleeping, I was on my laptop.”
“Whatever,” said Carly. “Well, I came over here because I was all bored and lonely. Do you want to keep me company and maybe watch a movie?”
Freddie was having a hard time not jumping up and down in the air, but he managed to keep it cool and just replied, “Sure, why not?”
“Great!” said Carly, and the two of them walked into Carly’s apartment and sat down next to each other on the couch.
“Hey, where’s Sam?” asked Freddie.
“Oh, uh, she couldn’t make it,” said Carly. “What, I’m not good enough?”
“No, no, of course not,” Freddie said quickly. “You’re perfect.”
“Thank you, Freddie,” said Carly, happy to be praised.
The two of them were watching the latest Harry Potter movie, but Freddie was barely paying any attention to the video. He was spending the whole time trying to figure out how he can manage to slip his arm around Carly’s shoulder, and maybe even get a kiss from her!
Carly stood up at once and said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Yeah, sure,” replied Freddie.
Once Carly was gone, Freddie started thinking about how beautiful Carly was and how much he wanted to put his arm around her and kiss her. Freddie was contemplating: “Maybe I could go for the good old fake stretch, and then actually leave my arm around her shoulder. No, that’s too obvious. Yeah, but it still works most of the time, even if the girls know it’s coming.”
Freddie was going back and forth, and decided to stick with the fake stretch method. Once Carly returned, Freddie yawned and stretched out his right arm as far as he could, and then slowly lowered it down onto Carly’s right shoulder. To Freddie’s surprise, Carly did not squirm, protest, or try to shake his arm off. In fact, she moved closer to Freddie and snuggled up with her head on his chest. Freddie felt like he was in heaven. He had the most beautiful girl in the world, the girl of his dreams, lying on his chest, and both of them were alone in her apartment, just the two of them. Now Freddie was trying to figure out how to move in for the kiss. He decided to stick with good old fashioned chivalry.
“You know Carly, you look really pretty tonight,” said Freddie, at once.
“Thank you, Freddie,” said Carly. “That’s really sweet.”
“You know, you’ve probably heard this a million times from me,” said Freddie, “but, I feel like I should say it again. I love you, Carly Shay. I love you so much, and I have always loved you.”
Carly was silent at first, and Freddie figured that she wouldn’t reply the same comment to him, but then something else unexpected happened.
“I love you too, Freddie,” said Carly, as if it was natural to say.
“Wait, what?” asked Freddie, not sure if he had just heard what he thought he heard.
“I said I love you” repeated Carly.
“Wait, b-b-b-but-but-but-” stammered Freddie.
Carly sat up with a seductive look on her face, put a finger to Freddie’s lips, and whispered “Shhhh.” Then she removed the finger and closed her eyes and slowly started tilting her head and moving her face closer to Freddie’s. Freddie realized what was coming and started moving his face in closer, as well. After what seemed like an eternity, Freddie’s lips felt Carly’s soft lips gently push against his. Freddie wasn’t sure if they kissed for just a few seconds, or for a few years, but it didn’t seem to matter to him.
“Wow, this is much better than my kiss with Sam,” thought Freddie. As if she read his mind, Carly pulled away and asked: “So how did my kiss compare with Sam’s?”
Freddie finally found the words to speak, and he exclaimed, “Hey, how do you know about that? Sam and I agreed that it would be a secret.”
“Yeah, but Sam and I are best friends. Do you really think she’d keep a secret that big from me?”
“I guess not. But, are you upset with me?”
“Why would I be upset with you?”
“Because I love you, but I kissed Sam.”
“It’s fine, Freddie. I understand. You and Sam had both never kissed anyone, so you kissed each other. I still love you.”
“Yeah, could you explain that, too? Why have you never said that until now? All this time you really did love me?”
“Well, I never wanted to admit it in front of Sam, because you two weren’t exactly the best of friends, and I didn’t want to upset her.”
“But Sam is still going to find out, eventually.”
“Yeah, I know. But, now that you and Sam are on better terms, I figure that she won’t mind.”
“But aren’t you concerned that she’ll be jealous.”
“No, I’m concerned that we won’t continue our kissing. Could we stop talking?”
“Please”
Carly and Freddie moved their faces closer a little bit quicker this time. Once again, Freddie fell into pure bliss when their lips met. Their kissing became faster and more energetic, and Carly was breathing heavily between every kiss. After each long kiss, Carly would plant a smaller kiss on Freddie’s lips, like a signature. Freddie started to wrap his arms around her back, and, copying Freddie’s actions, Carly wrapped her arms around Freddie’s neck.
Carly and Freddie continued their kisses as they became more amplified, and Freddie decided to try and push his luck. Freddie slowly eased his tongue into Carly’s mouth and started exploring the inside of her mouth. Freddie saw Carly’s eyes widen, and to Freddie’s relief, she returned the favor and started stroking Freddie’s tongue with hers.
Carly and Freddie continued licking each other’s tongues with a strong passion, when suddenly, Carly broke away and put her lips around Freddie’s tongue and slowly sucked Freddie’s saliva off of it. Freddie returned the favor to Carly and began to suck on her tongue.
The pair of teenagers then resumed their kissing and they were clutching each other more passionately than ever. The two of them started leaning to one side while kissing, and they suddenly fell back and were lying horizontally on the couch. Freddie was on top and he began to kiss and lick every part of Carly he could get. He began with Carly’s lips, which he was already very familiar with, and was caressing them with his oral utilities. He them moved over to Carly’s soft, slightly pink left cheek, and made his way down to her neck.
As Freddie was kissing her neck, Carly emitted a soft moan of pleasure that made Freddie’s dick suddenly spring up into action. This excitement emanating from Freddie’s pants did not go unnoticed by Carly, who smiled and started stroking Freddie’s cock outside of his pants. Freddie was going crazy with ecstasy, but he did not stop making out with Carly’s slim neck. The virgin teenagers were giving each other pleasure while both moaning and sighing in delight.
Freddie then started rubbing and feeling Carly’s gorgeous tits with both of his hands and was massaging them delicately. Freddie had never touched a girl’s breasts before, and Carly’s felt amazing. Carly let out another moan of ecstasy which only made Freddie speed up, as he caressed Carly’s tits with more force and enthusiasm.
Freddie put his hands by Carly’s waist and started to pull up her tank top, but Carly suddenly put her hands on her tank top and started to pull it down.
“What’s wrong?” asked Freddie
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” said Carly.
“What do you mean?” asked Freddie. “I thought you loved me.”
“Wait, you didn’t let me finish,” said Carly. “What I was going to say is that we shouldn’t be doing this here. We should finish up in my room, where there’s more room and more privacy.”
“All right,” said Freddie.
The adolescent pair got off of the couch, stopped the movie, and made their way to the stairs. They walked up the stairs holding hands and kissing each other on the lips every few seconds, until they made it Carly’s room.
Carly and Freddie walked into the bedroom and Carly closed the door behind them. Freddie had never been in Carly’s bedroom before and found himself admiring it. The room was nice and cozy with a bed, a few dressers, a couch, a TV, a closet, a desk, a chair, and a window. The bed sheets, pillows, blankets, and curtains were all pink, which gave the room a pinkish glow.
“Nice place,” said Freddie.
Carly ignored him. “Now, where were we?” she asked.
“I think somewhere around here,” said Freddie, as he approached Carly and they resumed their make-out session. Freddie and Carly were clutching each other passionately, as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Not unlike with the couch in the living room, Carly and Freddie suddenly fell backwards onto Carly’s bed. Once again, Freddie found himself lying on top of Carly and kissing her. Freddie grabbed the bottom of Carly’s tank top for the second time and began to lift it up. Freddie felt his mouth get dry as he saw Carly’s bare belly button, but once again, Carly stopped Freddie and said “Wait!”
“What is it this time?” groaned Freddie.
“Allow me,” said Carly.
Freddie moved, allowing Carly to sit up and get off of the bed. Carly was now standing up, facing the bed, where Freddie was sitting with an anxious look on his face. Carly put each hand on an opposite side of the bottom of her tank top. Once again, Freddie could feel his mouth get dry and his dick get hard. Carly slowly raised her arms up, gradually stripping her top from off of her slim, petite figure, revealing a hot pink lacy bra which clearly showed off the curves of her beautiful breasts.
“Do you want to see more?” teased Carly, intentionally dropping her left shoulder strap.
“You know I do, baby,” answered Freddie.
Carly smiled, and with a seductive look on her face, lowered the other shoulder strap, and then undid her bra strap in the back. With a sexy wink at Freddie, Carly lowered the now undone bra, revealing her beautiful, round breasts, which were proudly showing off her erect nipples. Carly’s tits were the perfect size; they weren’t unnaturally huge, and yet they weren’t so small either. They were a little bit bigger than Freddie could easily fit in his hands. They also didn’t sag at all, but they stayed straight and even. They were perfect, natural tits.
Carly walked over to Freddie and sat down facing him on his lap, with her legs outstretched under her, and her long, dark hair clinging to her bare back. Carly put her hand around Freddie’s head and started kissing him like she never kissed before. Freddie answered back by groping and squeezing Carly’s nude breasts.
Freddie broke away from their kiss to focus on Carly’s tits, which were begging to be squeezed and sucked on. Freddie put his lips around Carly’s hard right nipple and began sucking on it and licking it while squeezing the left breast. Freddie then switched to sucking on the left nipple and groping the right one. Freddie’s actions seemed to have pleased Carly, as she uttered a moan of pure ecstasy, which only stimulated Freddie to continue his licking.
Freddie’s dick seemed to have liked Carly’s moans of pleasure, as it bounced up against the inside of Freddie’s shorts, which came in contact with the area of Carly’s sweatpants that was covering her pussy. This action elicited another joyful cry from Carly who gasped, “We need to do something about that cock.”
Carly stood up and got on her knees in front of Freddie, who stood up and took off his shirt. She immediately pulled down Freddie’s shorts and boxers, causing his 6-inch cock to spring up right in front of her face. Carly looked up at Freddie, with a look of pure lust in her eyes, and then plunged down onto Freddie’s hard cock. Freddie fell into pure bliss as Carly’s warm, wet mouth engulfed his rock hard cock and got to work. Carly at first only put the head in her mouth and swished her tongue in circles around the top, making Freddie gasp with pleasure. Carly then put her right hand on the dick and lowered her head all the way down, trying to get all of Freddie’s cock in her mouth. Her soft lips bobbed up and down, wetting every part of Freddie’s hard shaft. Suddenly, Carly stopped her sucking and took Freddie’s cock out of her mouth. She then grabbed the tip of Freddie’s cock, held it up in the air, and licked the entire underside of Freddie’s cock, from bottom to top. When she reached the top, she looked up at Freddie, and then dove back down to resume her enthusiastic blowjob. During the split second Carly looked up at him, Freddie didn’t see his best friend through those eyes, but he saw a much older and more experienced girl licking his cock.
“Lick my balls, Carly,” gasped Freddie. “Lick them and suck on them, but be very gentle; they’re very sensitive.”
Carly obeyed, as she took Freddie’s cock out of her mouth and put his right ball in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Carly then slowly removed the testicle from her mouth, making a faint popping noise, which made her giggle. She then repeated her actions with Freddie’s left ball, and when she was done, she licked the balls, and ran her tongue along the underside of Freddie’s cock again, as if she was sealing an envelope.
“Talk dirty to me, Carly, baby,” commanded Freddie.
“Yeah, you like that, Freddie?” crooned Carly, as she was stroking Freddie’s cock. “Yeah you like it when I suck your big fucking cock?”
“You know I do,” breathed Freddie.
“Yeah, does it feel good? Does it feel good with your cock in my wet mouth?”
“Fuck yeah.” Freddie wasn’t sure who this girl stroking his cock and talking dirty to him was. She looked like his friend Carly Shay, but she acted and talked like a porn star. Freddie decided that he liked the new Carly.
“I’m just a dirty little slut,” teased Carly, as she grabbed Freddie’s butt cheeks and started fucking his cock with her mouth. Freddie could feel Carly’s fingernails digging into his butt as she was fervently sucking his cock. Once again, Freddie was overcome by immense pleasure, and he realized that he was coming close to an orgasm.
“Carly,” he gasped. “I’m about to cum.”
Carly removed Freddie’s cock from her mouth and said, “It’s Ok, Freddie. I want you to cum all over me.”
Freddie pumped his cock back and forth with his right hand, until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and his cock pulsated and began to spew his manhood. Freddie’s first shot landed on Carly’s nose, which then dripped into her mouth; another shot landed on Carly’s left breast; and another one landed in Carly’s mouth. Freddie shot some sperm onto her face and also onto her chest. Freddie lost count of the number of times he shot cum on Carly, but both teens seemed to have enjoyed it very much.
Carly grabbed Freddie’s cock and squeezed it, as if she was trying to squeeze the last drop out of a toothpaste bottle. She then cleaned up Freddie’s cock, licking up all of the leftover cum, and then cleaned up all of the cum off of herself, emptying all of it into her mouth.
“Swallow that shit, girl,” ordered Freddie.
Carly did as she was told and closed her mouth and swallowed Freddie’s manhood. When she opened her mouth up again, Freddie’s cum had disappeared.
“Mmm, it tastes so fucking good,” crooned Carly.
“Wow, where did you learn to give such a great blowjob?” asked Freddie.
“I don’t know,” said Carly, who was now back to her old self. “I’ve seen some porn movies, and I just sort of went with the flow and did what felt natural. Was it really that good?”
“You kidding? It was amazing! Are you sure you’d never given a blowjob before you gave me one?”
“Of course I’m sure. What, do you think I’m some sort of slut?”
“You already called yourself a slut!”
“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment.”
“You know, the moment doesn’t have to be over. I can try to pleasure you like you did to me.”
“Yeah, have you ever eaten a girl out?”
“Yeah, I just kissed a girl for the first time a few weeks ago, and now I’m already licking girls’ pussies,” said Freddie, sarcastically.
“Ok, ok, I guess it was a silly question.”
“I’ll just go with the flow, like you did.”
Carly stood up, got on the bed, and lied down on the pillows. Freddie got onto the bed, facing Carly, kissed her, and then pulled down her sweatpants, revealing the top of a pink pair of panties. Carly lifted up her butt, allowing Freddie to slide her sweatpants all the way off, and Freddie then put his hands on the sides of Carly’s panties, and pulled them down all the way off of her body. Freddie now had an excellent view of Carly’s tight, pink pussy, which, Freddie could see, was slightly moist. Carly’s pubic hair was aligned in a perfect triangle, and he guessed it must have been shaved, but he didn’t ask questions.
Freddie began by rubbing Carly’s clit gently, which emitted an ecstatic cry from Carly. Freddie continued rubbed her clit and did it with a little more force, and a little bit faster. Freddie then moved his hand and stuck his finger inside of Carly’s pussy, while licking her clit at the same time. Carly grabbed Freddie’s free hand, and started sucking on his fingers with passion not unlike when she was sucking on his cock. As Freddie slid his finger in and out of Carly’s pussy, he could smell her sweet pussy juices and feel them dripping down his finger. Freddie’s tongue danced around Carly’s clit as she opened her mouth, removed Freddie’s fingers, and let out a moan of pure pleasure. As Freddie’s actions sped up, Carly’s moaning reached a higher octave each time, until eventually Carly was letting out a high-pitched shriek at the top of her lungs. Carly’s cries sounded something like this:
“Mmm … oh yeah, just like that … oh fuck yeah … MMM … OHHH … fuck me with your finger … Yeah, just like that … OHH … OHHHHHH … OHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES … OH GOD … OHHHHHHHH … IM CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!”
Carly couldn’t contain it anymore, and, without warning, her hips bucked, and she squirted out her cum all over Freddie’s face and neck. Freddie could taste Carly’s warm, sweet pussy juices as he swallowed the ones that made their way to his mouth. Carly sat up, and cleaned the rest of her own cum off of Freddie, licking and slurping up her own womanhood from areas on Freddie’s face. Carly and Freddie kissed each other, cleaning off any remnants of each other’s cum, and when they were done, they grinned at each other and swallowed.
“Wow, that was amazing, Freddie,” said Carly, after they had cleaned themselves up.
“Oh, it was no big deal,” replied Freddie, humbly. “I just went with the flow.”
“So, do you think you can finish me off?” asked Carly, seductively.
“I think I may be able to,” said Freddie. “Oh, wait,” he just remembered. “We don’t have any protection, and I’m not getting anybody pregnant.”
“It’s fine,” said Carly, pulling a condom out of the pocket of her sweatpants, which were lying on the bed. “I have one right here.”
“Wait, you planned all of this?” asked Freddie, surprised.
“No, not exactly. I invited you over because I wanted company, and I didn’t invite Sam, because I wanted it to be just us two. I was hoping for maybe a kiss, but nothing like this. But, when we were sitting on the couch, I realized that maybe tonight would be the night, so when I went to the bathroom during the movie, I actually took a condom from Spencer’s room.”
“Nice. That was smart of you.”
“Thanks. But, why did you ask if I planned all of this? Does that turn you off that you weren’t exactly controlling what was happening?”
“Are you kidding? It turns me on that you were hoping that I’d fuck you.”
“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” said Carly, as she sat up and kissed Freddie.
Carly broke away, took the condom out of the small plastic bag, and slid it down Freddie’s cock. Freddie then lied down on Carly’s pillows, and, with a nervous but lustful smile, Carly slowly lowered her pussy onto Freddie’s outstretched, protected cock. Freddie felt a barrier as Carly lowered herself onto him.
“It’s ok, Freddie,” assured Carly. “I want it to be you who pops my cherry. Just push into it.”
Freddie pushed a little bit harder inside of Carly’s hole, and he felt her hymen give way as he broke through it. Carly face twisted into a look that combined immense pain with immense pleasure.
“You okay?” asked Freddie.
“Yeah just give me a second,” said Carly. After a minute or so, she said, “I’m fine. Now you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
“Good, because I was getting impatient,” replied Freddie.
Carly smiled and once again lowered herself onto Freddie’s hard cock. She then raised herself up and lowered herself again, riding Freddie’s cock with a certain pattern to it. Carly was looking at Freddie with a pure lustful look that just said: “Fuck my brains out.” Freddie matched Carly’s rhythm and slammed his dick up into her pussy each time she bounced up. The teenage pair was fucking in perfect harmony, and both of them loved every second of it. Carly let out another one of her ecstatic cries, which got more and more high-pitched as they fucked even faster. In between each shriek, Carly was yelling curse words and talking dirty to Freddie.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Freddie!” Carly was yelling. “Fuck me with big hard cock of yours! Fuck me like I’m a dirty little whore who loves riding your cock! Ohhhhhhhh Fuck Yeah!!!”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m doing, Carly baby,” replied Freddie, between gasps of breath.
“Yeah, and you’re doing it so fucking good,” said Carly, as she sped up her fucking. “Mmmmm… It feels so fucking good.
“Oh Ohh Ohhhhh!” shrieked Carly as Freddie pounded harder and harder into Carly’s inviting pink pussy and tried desperately not to cum, hoping for another position to try.
Carly seemed to have read Freddie’s mind, as she slowed down her bouncing and dismounted herself from Freddie’s hard dick. Carly grabbed Freddie’s protected cock with her hand and licked from top to bottom, and then changed positions.
“Ok, this time I get to be on top,” Freddie told Carly.
“What?” teased Carly. “Does it boost your self-esteem when you are in control?”
“Hell yeah!” replied Freddie. “That was just warm-up. Now I’m gonna fuck your brains out!”
“Please do,” begged Carly.
Carly laid back on the pillows with her legs outstretched, while Freddie got on his knees facing her. Freddie held up Carly’s legs and guided his eager cock once again into Carly’s welcoming pussy. Freddie pulled Carly’s legs towards him with each stroke, as he plunged harder and harder into her tight pussy. Freddie plowed Carly with such force and might that Carly felt as if Freddie’s dick was thrusting into her whole body.
“Ohhh God!” screamed Carly. “It’s so deep! It’s so fucking deep!!”
“Yeah it is, baby,” answered Freddie. “Do you like it that way?”
“Oh, I fucking love it,” replied Carly. “Freddie Benson, you are pleasuring me in ways I could have never even imagined. What does that do for your self-esteem?”
“It does wonders,” Freddie responded, as he increased up his momentum and fucked with more power.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Carly. “How much deeper and harder can you go?”
“I still have a little more to go,” replied Freddie, grinning. “I don’t want to put it all in, because I might hurt you.”
“Stop being such a pussy,” laughed Carly. “Act like a man; you’ve acted like one until now. I don’t give a shit about your worries. I want your whole cock inside me, and I want you to be fucking me with all your might.”
“Whatever you say,” answered Freddie.
Freddie listened to Carly and pushed his entire cock into Carly’s vagina, still pounding it. Freddie pulled Carly’s legs towards him as fast as he could and plunged his cock into her as hard as he could. Freddie saw Carly’s eyes go wide with wonder and pleasure. Carly closed her eyes, licked her lips, and continued her ecstatic moans. Carly’s moans eventually escalated into cries and then into screams. Carly shrieked more high pitched as Freddie fucked harder. Finally, Freddie couldn’t take it any more and knew that he was close to letting his sperm go.
“Oh god, Carly, I’m about to cum!” gasped Freddie.
“I am, too,” breathed Carly. “You have protection, so it’s fine. Cum inside me, and I’ll try to cum at the same time.”
Freddie’s cock suddenly expanded and pulsated, releasing shot after shot of hot cum into the condom in Carly’s pussy. At the same time, Carly let out an ecstatic cry, and Freddie knew she was cumming as well, as he felt a warm liquid on the outside of the condom. Freddie could not believe how much sperm he had bottled up and how much he was letting go right now.
Finally, the party ended and the two teenagers stopped cumming. Carly sat up and kissed Freddie with her tongue in his mouth, while his cock was still in her pussy. Carly broke away from the kiss and removed her pussy from his cock. Carly first licked the outside of the condom, slurping up her own pussy juices, which she then transferred to Freddie by kissing him. Carly then removed the condom and cleaned Freddie’s cum off of his cock. Carly finished up with a farewell kiss to Freddie’s cock, and then let it go. Freddie then lowered his mouth to Carly’s pussy, and cleaned up her explosion of cum. After a minute or so, Freddie slurped up the last of Carly’s womanhood and then sat up.
After looking and grinning at each other for a while, and still breathing heavily, the adolescent pair finally found the words to speak.
“Oh my god, that was amazing!” exclaimed Carly.
“That felt so good,” agreed Freddie. “I can’t believe that I actually just had sex.”
“Yeah, me either,” replied Carly. “We have to do this again sometime soon.”
“Really?” asked Freddie, his cock perking up once again.
“Yeah, sure,” said Carly, giggling. “We can try something new tomorrow.”
“And what will that be?” asked Freddie.
“Well, you’ll have to wait and see,” replied Carly, seductively.
“Oh, I love you so much,” grinned Freddie.
Carly and Freddie got off of the bed and began to put their clothes on. When they were done, they found themselves kissing each other once again.
“Why don’t you stay here tonight?” whispered Carly, as she pulled Freddie close to her. “Sleep with me, in my bed.”
“Oh, I’d love to, Carly,” answered Freddie. “But I think my mom would notice if I wasn’t home in the morning. Then I’d be in big trouble.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Carly, disappointed. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”
Carly and Freddie made their way downstairs to the door.
“Well, goodnight, Carly,” said Freddie. “Thank you for an amazing night.”
“Oh, I think it was my pleasure, literally,” replied Carly.
They kissed for a few minutes, before Freddie finally opened the door, walked into the hallway, and then turned around to look at the love of his life, as she closed the door behind him. Freddie very quietly opened his front door, locked it, and walked to his room to go to bed. Freddie couldn’t help smiling as he was getting undressed to go to sleep.
That night, Freddie Benson slept well.
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