Disclaimer- I only own Joe and I love Merry and Pippin. This story only is about Joe and Charlie. I will write more another day.
Story- Sex Memoirs
Author- elvishslayer999
Trapped. On an almost deserted island. And Charlie's on it with me. Plus there are the 45 other survivors, meaning lack of privacy. I would tell you more about them but that would just my day. Of course I would leave out the person I know best (or better yet know to begin with). He is my ex that I even dated through high school for God's sake. Then again, we had real fun just two days after grad.
I'm not sure if I should be fuckin' pleased or pissed with myself. The former, because it was Charlie; the latter, because now I truly know I can't die a virgin. Well, I best tell you my little story since I've brought the topic up.
I was alone in my room, trying on a new outfit; a grey sweater that showed my mid with a blue skirt that went only two or three inches past my ass. While checking my reflection, I heard the front door slam. As I rushed to hide all my stuff, I failed to here footsteps up the stairs and my door open. My only clue came when arms wrapped around my waist and as I was spun around hearing a low laughter.
"Charlie!" I gasped, even though a grin was starting to play on my lips, "how did you get in my house, I am changing in here and…" I stopped to breathe as I felt his hands at the waist of my skirt, "what are you doing with your hands?"
"Your brother let me in, the outfit is really cute and my hands go where they should belong," as Charlie spoke, I felt his hands go passed my hips, under my skirt and possessively on my ass. I gasped, a strange sensation making my knees go weak. Before I knew it, my underwear was on the floor and the hands just went back to where they were. But this time I couldn't stop from moaning; all Charlie did was laugh quietly.
Then his hands went to pull off his shirt, followed by strong arms pinning me against the wall. I felt a flush across my cheeks, knowing what was to come without really knowing what would happen.
"Why don't you take off that cute jumper so we can begin," Charlie whispered in my ear. I smirked, pulling it off and then I got a little nervous. But that feeling quickly left me as I felt him undo my bra and start massaging my tits. That time my moaning was more audible.
"Charlie… oh god… kiss me," I gasped, and in return I got a mind searing kiss. I didn't realize we were both completely naked until I felt him hard and damp against my thigh.
"I, uh, needed to slick up to make the sex easier," he said, blushing furiously. I just took his face between my hands and rasped quietly, "Just screw me as hard as you can." As I spoke, Charlie had already entered and slowly went in and out. It wasn't long before I felt him come, then we were on the bed; Charlie massaged my sore area as I moaned helplessly.
"So I guess it takes some practice to last a while," he said quietly. All I could do was nod slightly, falling into dream.
Well that's all there is. After that, all Charlie gave me was a ring with a Celtic knot (at least he remembered I was half Irish). I wonder what the outcome of the story would have been had we not split. Oh well, it's not that important. So ends my entry for today.
-Joe