Theodore

"You know, you can come over, if you want," he said coyly over the phone.

"All right."

The house was white with a huge porch in the front. On the porch was a swing with a red cushion on it. As I walked up the driveway I saw him sitting on the swing. He wore a blue striped pajama bottom and his feet were bare, like his chest.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked as I walked up the steps.

He glanced down at his pajama bottoms, an erection-a giant one that appeared to be having a fight with America's finest fabric. "I gotta fever of a hundred and three!" He sang.

"Very funny. Inside."

He opened the door for me and then, giggling madly he swooped me up into his arms and carried me over the threshold. Panting, he put me down.

"Heavy, aren't I?"

He blushed.

"It's okay. I'm heavier than I look."

He grabbed my hand, "Shh, you don't want to wake up the cats!"

We tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom.

The carpeting was a deep maroon and terribly plush.

"Take off your clothes," he said hoarsely.

"I will not!" I snapped.

He laughed and then kissed me hard. "Clothing. Off."

"All right, already," I said, my heart beating faster and faster. Within seconds, I was starkers.

"Let me look at you," he said as he lay me upon the bed. "Oh, nice. Very, very nice. I especially like these," he ran his tongue over my left nipple and then my right. "Succulent," he said as he continued to licking at my nipples and sucking them, one by one-and then he put his hand on my little blonde vaggie. "Hot," he commented as he expertly toyed with my nether region. "I have to, " he brought his mouth down and he began licking me, his fingers spreading me open, his tongue hot on my clit. Back and forth he licked at me until I came. "Yum," he said. "Now I'm going to have to fuck you. Are you ready to fuck me, Hilda?"

"Yes."

He commenced by drawing his cock out of his pajama top. I gasped. It was quite large.

"You want to suck it first?" he asked.

"Yes."

He brought his cock to my mouth and I put my hand around it, and then the other hand and I licked his frenulum and then stuck the head in my mouth, in and out as I worked my hands up and down his shaft.

"Hilda," he groaned, "I NEED to fuck you, baby," he pulled out of my mouth and brought the tip down to my opening. "Wait," he stopped and began licking me again to be sure I was completely wet and then, his cock pushed. He pushed. And pushed. Ow..and then, oh. it went in and it was so nice. He fucked me slowly, "Do you like this, is this okay?" he said.

"Yessss," I moaned. "Fuck me Theodore, fuck me."

And he did.

For breakfast the next day Theodore made pancakes.

Shaped like Mickey Mouse(TM), they were god awful, but he MADE them for me.

AND- there was bacon!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson