Charlie & Seth Pt. 01

Charlie came to her feet, thumb circling over the fat head. He looked up at her, dumb.

"I want it like this," she explained. "I want to look down and see you on your knees. Sucking my cock."

He made a noise like she was still down there tonguing.

"Come on, baby." Back to tease mode. Hot damn, it felt good to tug on this thing. "Get over here and worship my dick."

To Seth's credit, he didn't balk. Even waddled his way over on his knees like a good little cocksucker.

You are liking this way too much, C.

When he got there, he just goggled at it. She bobbed it in his face with a twitch of her fingers, breaking the tension and making him laugh.

"That is some huge wang you got there, babe."

"Touch it."

A hesitant hand came up at her command. He paused.

"Oh Jesus. It's only a Sim."

This seemed enough and he wrapped his fingers around her at the base and gave a squeeze.

"Oooooh, that's warm."

Seth drew the circle of his grip down toward the leaking tip and Charlie sucked in desert air through her teeth. She noticed the twilight outside the tent hadn't darkened to full night and guessed the pause in time was built into the Sim. He slid his knuckles over the skin of her scrotum, and Charlie decided it was going to be a challenge all on its own to stay standing for this.

His lips were parted, intent as he tried out handling a cock that wasn't his own. She wondered if his pussy was humming right now with that dull peppermint buzz of arousal.

"Seth."

He looked up.

"Suck my cock."

Her boyfriend scooted closer, bringing her within range of his hot breath. His dark hair was not long, but there was enough for a handful and she took it, close to the scalp, and pulled him in, heart flip-flopping in her chest at his adorable gasp.

Charlie aimed her eager prick with her other hand and rubbed the underside of the head back and forth over his lower lip, painting his upper lip with the bead of clear fluid.

"I've done this for you so many times," she said, trying not to just stuff his face full without permission. His palms were at her thighs, sliding up and down, but it seemed it was himself he was trying to warm up. "Is your pussy wet again?"

"Uh huh."

"Then I'm pretty sure you're OK with this. Aren't you."

"Yeah."

His answer came as a breath as he dipped his face at last and drew the flat of his tongue along her length, from base to tip in a single lap. Charlie shivered.

Seth took another lick. And then another. Then he was kissing along that winding vein underneath, open mouthed like a sloppy drunk prom date giving in to the moment. Her chuckle at the sight was wicked, even to her own ears.

"OK," she said, angling herself low. "Enough play. Suck."

As soon as it slid past his lips and into that hot, close playground, Charlie's knees almost gave out.

"Ooooh, babe, yeah."

Her words were the encouragement he needed, and Seth began to suck.

It was unreal. The time it took to slide to the back of his tongue and then out again made her cock feel a mile long. And then when he actually closed his mouth in around her and sealed her in? Obscene.

She grunted and used her hand on the back of his head to push herself deeper, and he yanked himself back with a start and a cough. His eyes flicked up to hers, seeing his girlfriend anew. Charlie smirked.

"Yup. Do it."

She palmed his skull and crammed her meat back in, throbbing at the entrance of his throat as he fought down his gag. Her arm held steady, keeping him there.

"Hold it."

Seth's eyes were watering and he coughed around her dick, his pinned tongue lashing at it, helpless from below.

"Hooooold it," she warned.

Breath rushed in and out through his nose and she felt his fingernails curling into the muscles of her thighs. The power she felt trembling through her veins, her bones, was immense. She let him off.

He gasped for air, panting for several seconds, but then to her surprise, dove back in and swallowed her down, head bobbing with a new lust, no guiding hand from her necessary. Seth gobbled and slurped, choked a little and moaned a lot as she visited the back of his mouth again and again. On an outstroke she grabbed the sloppy prick away and tilted it up, thrusting her hips forward for the next thing she wanted.

Seth needed no prompting and latched his suckling onto her balls.

"Oh shit!" Now it was her turn to be wowed. He drew out the bunched skin between his lips, stretching the sack away from her body. He took one of her nuts all the way into his mouth and rolled it around, and then the other. Then both!

"Seth!"

He let go with a pop and grabbed her dick away from her, gulping it down again with a will. There was no restraint left for her. Aggression sang in her blood and she took his head in both hands and violated him.

Charlie speared her fat prick into the choking depths of his throat, her girth jerking at the sound of every sputter and hack. She saw through the haze of red that he was strumming his clit like a fucking banjo at a bluegrass festival, and that made her fuck him harder.

"Yeah!" What she was doing to his face might as well have been rape. She didn't know how he wasn't tapping out. "Take it! Eat it! Take that cock!"

He made some sort of strangled whimper at these words and the sound sent her over the edge.

Her balls tucked up. Her dick swelled to a painful tight extreme. Charlie planted herself to the root, his nose to her pubic bone.

"Rrraaauuuughhh!"

She came.

"Seth! Baby! Fuck!FUCK!"

Her body pumped him full of cream, jet after scalding jet from some wellspring that seemed to come up from the core of the earth. He snorted through the filling as she held him there, giving back every load of his she'd ever tasted, claiming, owning.

When she staggered back, a thin line of cum roped from his lower lip to the underside of her cock, and when he looked at her with wonder in his eyes she wanted to fuck him all over again.

Actually ...

This is a Sim.

She didn't have to wait for round two.

"Get on your back," she said, voice darker than her eyes. "Now."

Seth scuttled backward onto the pillows again, hope and fear both competing in his expression.

Charlie stepped on wobbly legs toward him, jerking her spit-slick member as she went. He lay back and she came after him, coming down on her knees and yanking him toward her by his hips.

"Sweetheart," she said in a mock-cloying tone and with a savage grin, "Do you want this cock? You want me to fuck you? In this wet little pussy of yours?"

Vigorous nodding, mouth open.

"Uh huh."

She positioned her knees for thrusting leverage, dick in hand. "Spread your legs for me."

Seth parted his thighs, but she shook her head.

"Like this." She hoisted his left knee up and back toward his chest. "Hold it." His hand came up, catching his leg under the knee. "Other one," she said, and he obeyed, in a trance, never breaking eye contact.

"There." She smiled down at the sight, pleased. "Now I'm gonna fuck that tight little man pussy of yours with this big"—she slathered her head back and forth over his clit—"Fat"—nudged at his hole—"Girlcock." And rammed herself home.

The sound he made was indescribable. It was shock and pleasure and surrender all in one spine-jarring note. And the close sheath of his walls ... no wonder he wanted to get in here all the time!

Charlie fucked her boyfriend.

She pounded her rented, foolishly lifelike cock down into his hole with a frenzy that sent the nearest sewing machine packing its needly bags in shame, and he took it, god bless him. The man she loved lay there, spread himself open, and squealed and grunted and cried out under her pummeling.

Then she slowed down. Calmed down. Went about feeding it to him, inch by inch, until he was whimpering as she held the tip at his swollen entrance, rolling his hips trying to trigger another round of penetration. Charlie smiled.

"Beg me."

"Charlie."

"Beg for it."

"Please."

"Better than that, little boy."

"Please, Charlie! I want it."

"Say it. Beg for what you want."

He squirmed, trying to work his clit at least.

"Seth."

"Charlie, please. I want your dick. Please, please give it to me! I need it!"

OK, that was enough. She wanted it, too. Charlie sheathed herself. He made an animal noise, and didn't stop begging, even as she put her hips back into action.

"Oh yes, please, please ... that's it. Give me your dick. Oh god, baby, give me ... give ... me ..."

He lost the power of speech. Charlie pistoned in and out, furious. She grew frustrated with the shallow angle and shooed his hands out from behind his knees, replacing them with her own gripping palms, using her body weight to pin them further back still.

Now she could drive straight down, and did so. Her balls slapped lewdly off his dripping crack and his noises spurred her on.

"Touch it," she growled, "Touch your pussy."

Seth gasped at this, the idea having never occurred to him, and did what she said. The channel clamped down tighter, and she lost herself, hips rampant, riding him roughshod into the carpet.

"Oh, Charlie, ooooooh!" He gave up sanity beneath her and began to come, milking her with his beautiful, abused cunt.

She roared again, but this time yanked her body away, wanting to see the ropes of her seed go spurting out. Her lust splattered over his belly, a lone jet even reaching his chest, and the rest falling in a thick pool at the top of his mound, some of it dripping into his well-used slit.

It was going to take a fucking hour for her heart rate to come back to normal. So far this was the best month's pay she'd ever spent.

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Flopped down together on the cool sheets, away from the Sim chairs, showered up, and decompressing atop some astronomical thread count, Charlie and Seth held hands.

It was too hot to do anything else.

"So," she said. "Tomorrow."

"Jaysus."

"I know."

...

"So you think you're up to the Asylum."

After a minute: "I think so."

"Good," she said, coming up on her elbow now, wanting to gauge his reaction to the next bit. "Tomorrow I invited TJ."

"TJ?" He looked over at her, waking up. "Your friend with the tits?"

"That's the one." Her grin was back.

"Is ... TJ going to have a cock, too?"

"I'm pretty sure she is."

"Fuuuuuuck." Seth fell back onto the bed. "I better get to sleep now then."

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Hey, thanks for reading! I do intend to write Part 2: Asylum Day, but don't ask me when. Probably the next time I go through a sex scene drought when After Exile gets plot-heavy. But it'll come (and so will Charlie and Seth!) at some point.