It's been a while since I've come up with anything M rated so here's something that I put together recently. This one gets pretty mature so if you're not into that, turn back now.
"Alright, you two. E-nough!" Carly scolded, slamming her textbook down on the table in front of her.
"He started it!" Sam put off, poking at Freddie's head with her finger as they approached the kitchen.
"Nu-uh." Freddie argued. "It's her big mouth that started all this chiz."
"Guys! Weve got finals tomorrow. Can't you just wait a week until graduation and then argue as much as you want. For now, we all need to study." The dark haired girl begged. "I thought that's why you were coming over, Freddie."
"All I'm saying is Shelby Marx is gonna kick that Rhoda chick's butt up between her ears." He again shot back, sitting down at the table himself. Sam promptly threw some random object at him from the living room.
"Oh my God! I'm going down to the train station to study, it'll be quieter." Carly huffed and went upstairs to get her earplugs.
"Good job, numb nuts." Sam cracked. "Now who are we gonna study with?"
Freddie tried to be the voice of reason. "Let's settle down. Carly's right, we can argue later. But you know I'm right anyway."
"Wanna bet?" Sam glared at him.
"Yeah!" He shouted. "Because I know Shelby's gonna win and that means for the first time ever, I will."
"Hey, I love Shelby as much as the next straight girl but she's out sized, out skilled and out weighed. She's goin' down and any idiot that bets on Shelby deserves to lose. And, well, you're an idiot. So what are the stakes?" She asked.
"When I win, I want . . . " He thought for a second before smirking. "I want a blow job."
Sam scoffed at his crude thought. "You're that desperate for female companionship? You tired of going steady with Mary Palm."
"No, I'm that confident that Shelby will win. And then I'll make you do something you keep saying you'd never do again." He did remember how good she was at it, though.
"Well, if Rhoda wins, I mean when she wins, I want the same thing."
He just looked puzzled.
"I want you to go down and eat Mama like a soft, juicy taco. No less than three eye rolling orgasms."
"Sam!" Carly scolded coming back to the kitchen table, only hearing what her friend said. "What kind of talk is that? And what kind of girl wants a guy to do that to her anyway."
"This kind of girl for one. He owes me. I sucked his thing when we went out and all he could ever manage to do was poke at me like he was some kind of half assed, online certified gynecologist."
"Eww! You put his wenus in your mouth?" Carly sneered. "And Freddie! You had your fingers in . . . in Sam's coochey? Gross!"
"Why are you scolding me?" He threw his hands up. "She asked me to do it and showed me how. It's not like she didn't enjoy herself judging by the moans and how many times she came."
"Not near as much as you enjoyed it every time I gave you a hummer." Sam smirked at him.
"Of course I enjoyed myself, you were sucking my dick! And I came, didn't I?"
Carly was beside herself at their conversation. "Sam! You didn't let him do 'that' in your mouth? Did you?"
"What? Let him cum in my mouth? Of course I did. What kind of cunt bitch sucks her boyfriend's dick and doesn't let him finish?"
Carly simply shook her head. "You could have left him do it on your tits, er, chest."
"Psh, that was almost a daily occurrence there for a while anyway." Sam cracked. "Besides, it's a real boost for a girl's ego to get a guy off all by herself. Even if he is a nub that cums way too fast."
Freddie blushed with embarrassment at the revelation that he had a hair trigger. "Maybe the first time or so, but I didn't always go in a minute or two."
"OK, so you managed to last three minutes after some practice." She smirked.
"Oh my God! You did it more than once? Sam! Freddie! I can't believe you guys!" Carly gasped and left the room again.
A few weeks later on Saturday night, the three spent the best part of the evening making snacks, preparing for and watching the Shelby Marx fight on Pay Per View on the big screen TV in the studio. Sure enough, Shelby got the drop on Rhoda and made her tap out. Things on TV wrapped up and it was getting late so Carly decided it was time for her to get ready for bed.
"Sam, are you staying in my room tonight or up here?" The blonde had practically taken residence in the studio since they graduated from high school weeks earlier. Her things were scattered about like it was her own bedroom. It was always a task to get it cleaned up in time for the web show.
"I guess up here." Sam replied with a shrug. "OK, Fredwad. Shelby won, so I guess I'm sucking your dick. You ready now?"
"Sam! I don't want to see that. Or hear about it." Carly whined in disgust.
"Then you'd better beat it girl, because I'm getting this over with." Sam pointed at the door.
"You're seriously doing this? Here? Don't you two have your own homes you could fuck in?"
"Carly!" Sam scolded, teasing. "I didn't know you even knew those words." Still she made it clear she was not slowing her intentions.
"Just let me get out of here before I see things I don't need to see!" The brunette screeched and headed out the door a hand up to shield her eyes.
Sam pulled her hair back into a pony tail and secured it. In a matter of seconds, she lowered herself to her knees in front of the dark haired young man who was seated in a bean bag chair, and pushed her way between his knees. "You ready?"
He still did not believe this was really going to happen. Even when her hands began working his belt, he did not think she would actually go through with it.
Sam, however, made a bet. Then she lost. And she was not the type of person to go back on what she agreed to. To her, it was a matter of doing what she agreed to, nothing more. Well, maybe a little desire, too.
Suddenly an idea hit him. "Take your shirt off." If nothing else, he'd get some boob and if he handled them right, she'd get too turned on to deny the action.
"What?" She gasped.
"I need some inspiration, you know, eye candy to get things started. Get your tits out."
"Seriously?" She shook her head. "Alright, but only so you don't get nut on my new sweatshirt."
She deftly pulled the shirt over her head and reached behind her back to attack her bra strap.
"Here, let me get it." He motioned her closer.
"Oh my God. Are you serious? Not only do I have to suck your dick, but I have to put up with you pawing at my boobs? That wasn't part of the deal, Frednuts." She knew how much he loved boob action and with the way him playing with them turned her onm she was worried where this might lead.
Freddie only looked pleading and truth be told, she did miss the way he worshipped her flesh pillows.
With no further argument, she got closer and allowed him to fondle her bra catch and soon her bare chest was exposed to him. Of course, Freddie wasted no time at all in latching his mouth on her left tit and pulling her on top of him. And, of course, this caused her nipples to become painfully hard as he sucked them in turn. Her excitement, which was already building, increased ten-fold.
She allowed him to enjoy himself for several minutes before lowering a hand to his manhood to discover that he was in need of no more coercion to get in the mood. "Alright, looks like you're hard. Let's get this over with. If I remember correctly it won't take long." She smirked.
Sam was now once again on her knees and working at his belt buckle. After loosening his pants and pulling his cock free, she stroked at it slowly.
Before he knew what was happening, Sam's mouth was wrapped around his penis and she bobbed her head up and down.
"Holy shit!" He threw his head back in rapture. This girl might not have enjoyed doing it, but she was good at giving head.
She lifted her lips off him with a pop. "You'd better warn me before you go this time."
"You're still gonna let me . . . "
"You'll just have to wait and see won't you. You could always glaze my tits like Carly said."
"Mmmmm!" He moaned as she took him in deeply. "Your tits are so hot."
Before long, and after a minute or so and 3 or 4 deep swallows, she took him out of her mouth to get a breath. "Getting close? I can feel your balls clenching up."
"Yeah, it's real close." He panted. "Can we slow down a bit?" More than anything, the young man wanted this session to last.
"Just gonna warn you if you get it in my hair I will literally kick your ass." She threatened as she stroked him and he throbbed in her hand.
"So you're not gonna let me go in your mouth?" He made no mention of what she did with it afterward.
"If you're quick about it. But just so you don't get it everywhere."
Subconsciously, his right hand had found its way to the back of her head and he began stroking her hair as she sucked. "Come up on here with me." Maybe getting her mouth off his dick would ward off his climax for a little while.
She was turned on and now hoping for some action herself so she moved her body beside him but he stopped her before she could start in again with her mouth. "Come here, beautiful. I want to kiss you."
Without thinking any more about it, she stretched up and kissed him. She was already beyond turned on and his tongue pushing and swirling against hers made her vagina flood. "Take your pants off, baby." He ordered, pulling both layers of shirt off at once. She was now straddling him, grinding the fabric of her crotch against his thigh.
"What?"
"Let me touch you. Down there."
"This isn't about me, Fredspank. It's about you, your dick and busting your nuts." Even though she wanted some attention, she was hesitant to expose any more of herself to him. Sure, she'd end up rubbing one or two out after it was over, she might even wait until he was gone, with fresh memories of his manhood in her mind and the taste of his semen still in her mouth but this was a business transaction pure and simple.
"Come on, Sam. Let me make you feel good, too." He suggested. "I know you're turned on, your nipples are like diamonds. I want to make you cum, too. You know how much you getting off turns me on."
Sam scoffed but recalled how he always seemed to want to witness her orgasm and how afterward he was always rock hard and ready to go. Come to think of it, this was probably why he never lasted very long. "What makes you think you can get me off?"
"I have before." He smirked and petting at her right tit, gently teasing the nipple.
"Hhh, fine." She stood, slid out of her jeans and underwear all in one motion and positioned herself nearer to him. "Happy now? You got me naked."
All the while, he had slid his own pants and underwear off. His hand found its way to the bare, hairless flesh between her legs. At first touch, he knew she was not just wet, she was soaked and the hiss under her breath told him his finger grazed that little button that was her trigger.
She grabbed his shaft and stroked as he ran two fingers up and down her slit, stopping to give the hard bundle of nerves at the top the attention she needed. "If you keep doing that, I'm afraid I might need more than those fingers." She confessed without even thinking what she was saying.
He simply raised an eyebrow as they quite literally gave each other a hand job.
To help get back on task, she again took him into her mouth. Pre-cum was now pooling down his length and the taste drove her past the point of no return.
"Can I taste you?" He meekly asked.
It was now Sam's turn to look at him questioningly. She wasn't even sure she heard him correctly. She again removed her mouth long enough to talk. "You want to go down on me? You didn't lose the bet."
"Just let me take care of you." He replied. "I never did when we did stuff before."
As she laid back on the neighboring bean bag chair, he moved closer to her center. He had only even been with one girl and that was Sam. Heck, he had only ever even seen one naked girl in person. But that didn't stop him from seeking out lots and lots of instruction online.
To say he knew what he was doing naturally was a fallacy. But thanks to the online porn, he might as well have a degree in female anatomy. And what part needed stroked when.
He teased and kissed at her inner thighs and just above her sensitive area, all the while tickling her folds with his fingers, before eventually grazing his tongue ever so slightly over her engorged clit. He immediate response was to clamp her legs together around his head. His reply was to push her knees apart with both hands, leaving no part of his body to touch her except his mouth. His lips gently kissed at her center before he began sucking on her bud like he was giving her a miniature blow job.
"Oh, God!" She moaned. "Yes!" His hands were no longer needed to keep her legs from crushing him so he again began to tease her wetness as he licked the length of her folds. Eventually he snuck one and then two fingers into her as deep as he could reach.
Within a matter of a few minutes, she was nearing her edge. His curling fingers teased that one perfect spot and his tongue circling her love button was driving her insane. "Right there, oh God, Freddie. I'm gonna cum, don't stop." She purred as she left go and fell into the abyss of rapture. "Don't you dare stop. Oh God, you are so good!"
He did as ordered and kept it up, even after she was coming down, he kept licking, sucking and probing until she fell off the edge once more, this time with little warning and a gush of excitement from her vagina.
Of course Freddie had no idea what happened, the poor young man though she peed on him and jumped back. "Sam! What the hell?"
"Holy shit!" She sighed. "I never did that before."
He soon noticed the consistency and smell of her discharge was obviously not what he initially thought. He had seen female ejaculation online but thought it was some kind of trick, not really the result of an orgasm. But this was definitely because of the pleasure he just caused.
"OK, OK, stop, enough, enough." She begged as he slowed the rubbing at her folds with his left hand. "Oh, please. I can't take any more. Freddie!"
"Damn, that was hot." He confessed as he maneuvered his body over top of hers and again sucked at her tits.
"Stop. Don't touch them. Everything's too sensitive." She tried to cover her breasts with her hands to keep him off them.
About that time she felt a throbbing hard part of him touch her thigh. He slyly dry humped at her, giving his painfully throbbing cock some relief. It was then she decided she could handle more. She wanted more. She needed more. It had been far too long since she had been this satisfied and there was only one more step to make this adventure complete. Grabbing the sides of his head, she pulled him closer to her face and kissed him deeply, savoring her own flavor on his lips. Her legs were spread wide and his hard cock was dangerously close to her swollen, excited and ready to go anatomy. With one hand, she reached down and pulled him closer to her, rubbing his cock over her folds.
"Put it in." She sighed.
He didn't have to be told twice. The last time he was inside her was the night they broke up. With little rational thought he slid himself into her wetness. This was a far cry from the oral sex he was hoping for when he proposed the whole bet. There was no intent to actually have sex and no time to prepare with the proper supplies. After a few moments of literal fucking and kissing, he came to his senses and realized for the first time ever his bare penis was inside of his very sexy ex-girlfriend.
"Sam, wait, we don't have any . . . Oh my God, please tell me you starting taking pills or something."
"Just pull out." She panted and latched her lips to his again, stopping him before he could talk himself out of it. "I need you inside me."
A few minutes of screwing and several breaks to ward off his own orgasm, he was nearing his own breaking point. "I'm close, baby. I'm so fuckin' close."
"Make sure you pull out." She warned. "Here. Finish it off between my tits."
"Mmmmm." He moaned, not really wanting to withdraw, but he knew he had to.
He laid his dick on her chest as she pushed her breasts together enveloping him between them. Not more ten seconds between those luscious boobies and only a few strokes and he was erupting all over her. Semen ran down over her tits, pooled in her cleavage and coated her neck from his much needed conclusion.
"God damn that was hot." She panted, laid back into the bean bag chair, as soon as he backed up a little.
"Yeah, I'd say good work but I think we both did really good." He smirked and leaned down to kiss her. "I missed you Sam."
"I missed your cock." She smirked back. "And the rest of you too."
"So, does this mean we're back, um, we're us again or . . . ?"
She was ready to say yes, but too tired for conversation. "Ask me in the morning. Right now mama needs to sleep. Say, you wanna dry this mess up?" She pointed to her chest.
The towel from her shower earlier that day, which was dropped on the floor by the car prop quickly dried up not only her body but his as well. Freddie had no problem rubbing over her naked form to clean her up and placed kisses on all his favorite spots while he was doing so.
Somewhere over the next eight hours they managed to pull on a minimal amount of clothing. Sam wore the shorts and t-shirt she normally slept in, Freddie pulled on his boxers and a dark wife beater undershirt and draped a blanket across them both as they snuggled into the pile of bean bag chairs to spend the night together.
This is how Carly found them in the morning when she entered the studio in search of her phone cord.
"Uh-hem." The brunette cleared her throat loudly to rouse them.
Freddie stirred first but the blonde wrapped around him prevented much movement. "C-Carly?" He stammered through bleary eyes. "Sam! Wake up." He pleaded and shook the girl next to him.
"Mmm, ready for another round, are we?" Sam purred and grabbed at his crotch while she nuzzled into his neck, still mostly asleep. "Ooh, you are. Mama's ready too." She stretched over to kiss and nuzzle at his neck.
"Uh, baby. Carly's here." He tried to tell her but she continued to paw at his morning wood, obviously ready herself. "Sam. Sweetie, maybe later but Carly's here now. We need to get up."
Suddenly Sam's eyes shot open and she turned her head to catch sight of her best friend standing not far away with hands propped on hips. The blonde flung the covers back to distance herself from Freddie, only to reveal his obvious morning condition to Carly through the thin fabric of his boxers. There was little hidden and he quickly tried to cover his front to prevent further embarrassment.
"I'm gonna let you guys get dressed but I want an explanation in ten minutes." Carly ordered, looking away from them both.
It was closer to 20 minutes later when the couple walked down the stairs, holding hands. Carly looked up from her position in the kitchen to see them and smirked.
"So, I'm guessing there was more than a blow job last evening. Either that or you gave him the best head of his life."
"Well, we, um, kinda decided that maybe we'd give us another try." Freddie stammered.
"And I'd say we both outdid ourselves." Sam added. "Because we fucked like jackrabbits half the night."
Carly just clicked her tongue in disgust at Sam's crude confession.
Freddie made a suggestion. "By the way, you might want to light some incense or something up there. The studio sort of smells like sex."
"Oh God, you two!" Carly whined, even though she was happy for both of them.
By the time Spencer returned from the grocery store half an hour later, Freddie and Sam had taken a seat on the couch and were looking very couple-y. He noticed right away.
"Are they Seddie again?" He whispered to his sister as she helped him put groceries away.
"I guess they decided to get back together." She shrugged.
"What brought that on?" He wondered.
"You don't want to know. Honestly, I know and I wish I didn't. Let's just say that it involves a bet they made on the Shelby Marx fight last night."
"I thought Gibby was just making that up. Did they really bet what he said they did? A blow . . . "
"Yes, if he said they bet something gross." Carly huffed, holding her hand over his mouth, clearly NOT wanting to discuss this with her brother.
An hour or so later, the new couple had left. Carly presumed they either went to get something to eat or went to his place to make out. She had cleaned up the kitchen from her and Spencer's lunch while he was preparing to leave.
About that time Gibby made his presence known. "Gibby!"
"Hey, Gibby!" Spencer greeted. "I'm heading to the arcade, you wanna go with?"
"Uh, no Spence. I, um, can't be out that long. Sorry, maybe next time." What the artist didn't know was he had am ulterior motive for being alone with Carly.
"Suit yourself." The older man said and left the apartment.
"So, where's Seddie?" Gibby asked.
"How do you know about them already?"
"Spencer sent me a text." Gibby smirked. "So, I guess I won then."
Carly just looked mortified. She was happy for her friends but this meant she was wrong about something. And Gibby was right.
"Look, Carls if you don't want to go through with it, I understand." He shrugged.
"No. No, Sam's right. A person can't fink out on a bet. I suppose it's time anyway. I mean, we've been going out since prom." She finally sat down beside him on the sofa and he put his arm around her. "Besides, you won fair and square. You said they'd end up getting back together after this, and you were right."
"But if you're not ready. I mean, if you'd rather wait for another time that's OK." He shrugged.
"I don't know if I'll ever be ready." She said, pushing the coffee table back away from the couch with one foot. "Who knows. Maybe it'll be good for us."
"Is the door locked?" Gibby asked.
Carly got up, checked and then nodded.
"You sure you'd rather not do this in your room?" He asked as she pulled the hair tie off her wrist and secured her hair in a pony tail.
"Here's good." She replied, thinking how she'd rather not have this memory in her room where she would have to try to sleep at night.
Gibby stood, loosened his belt and slid his jeans down. "Can you, maybe, take off your shirt?"
"Good idea. I'd rather not end up like that woman we learned about in history class. What was her name Monica Lewinsky or something?" Carly agreed and peeled off her shirt before kneeling down in front of her boyfriend. "This is a dry clean only top."
For whatever reason, I just had to add the Cibby part at the end. Something tells me their adventure won't be as animated as Sam and Freddie's was, though.