Weird Scenes Inside the Bedroom

"I'm so HORNY!" screams teenaged angst ridden wolverBilly as he slams close the front door to his house.

It had been a bad, bad night for Wolver who had started the evening off with high hopes of finally seducing V in a local graveyard. On their way to the graveyard, V's nipples pointing upward like light switches, this weird chick hung herself right in front of them from Bairn's Tree before springing back to life. Wolver shudders at the memory of that girl. V got kinda weird when asked a few simple questions and went running off sobbing... again. Wolver looked for her in some of her usual hangouts but couldn't find her. He did find this pretty cool girl's bicycle in the bushes. It was spray painted black, even the basket on the handlebars, the reflectors, all of it, but a pretty pink peeked out where the spray paint had chipped off. He decided to leave it there, it looked well taken care of.

His wookie demanded attention so he decided to drop by gothGirl's apartment. Maybe she would be in the mood for him even though he'd blown her off in pursuit of V. As he approached he saw an eerie blue light coming from one of the windows. Peering in he saw gothGirl lift the device from a badly twitching cock. It was that weird old man who sicked his dog on wolverBilly when he was lying helpless in jem's bushes! Wolver barely has time to duck below the window before she activates the device, a bright flash filling the room. A moan comes from the room. When Wolver cautiously peers over the windowsill he sees a naked, buck toothed teenager standing at the foot of the couch.

"Now may I stroke for you?" he asks, his voice cracking.

GothGirl lays back on the couch, fully clothed and smiles at the eighteen year old kid, "Sure fortunate guy but no cumming!"

"My name is lucky!"

"No, I believe you said you were Princess's naughty whore. Now stroke and then fuck me before I send you naked into the night to tell your Pretty Princess what a naughty, bad pet you've been but that you didn't cum in my nineteen year old pussy!" She checks her watch, "You've got about two hours before you revert back to that quirky old guy. I've made some modifications to my device after my first experiment went a little wrong. Now stroke it and tell me what a whore you are!"

Pathetic moans and whimpers come from the room as gothGirl laughs and taunts the dude frantically whacking off in front of her before she looks out the window and sends Wolver a pretty clear message on his chances with her tonight.


Having just slammed to door to his house in frustration Wolver doesn't notice V duck back into the shadows of the foyer, his cry of horniness making her nervous. The last thing she wants to deal with is a horny Wolver, she wanted to see what he thought of her poem, Now that you're gone ... Wolver trudges past on his way to the master bedroom, so occupied with that bulge in his pants he doesn't even notice her!

Wolver's wookie is inflamed, straining against his leather pants. He's completely consumed with want and need. He simply must cum but not alone, not again. He wants to be with someone, anyone. Well not anyone - quickly adjusting his thoughts down those lines. Someone young maybe, like V but a whole lot naughtier! Naked, he sits on his bed and does google search on 'phonesex.' About a billion hit results come back. "This is going to be tougher than I thought," he thinks.

V cautiously peers around the door seeing Wolver sitting on the end of the bed with a cordless phone next to him, looking at his laptop. His wookie both fascinates and grosses her out at the same time. She sees him pick up the phone and jab in a bunch of numbers. She creeps back to the kitchen and picks up a cordless phone there. She presses the talk button, followed by the mute button before heading back to the bedroom, the phone plastered to her ear.

"Strict but Nice Teenage Trailerpark Mommy Denial Submissive Mistress Babysitters from London Who Need an A From Teacher After Going to the Bondage Principal Will Do ANYTHING to Make You Cum!" says a bored female voice, "What is your credit card number?"

"uh"

"In order to place a call you have to give me your credit card number."

"How much is it?"

"You purchase in blocks of time, a minimum of thirty minutes for $75. What is your name?"

"Ace Papadopolis"

"And the name as it appears on the credit card?"

"If I tell you that you'll know who I am!"

Reluctantly Wolver gives out the needed billing information including his home number.

"A girl will call you back in five minutes," and the line went dead.

About ten minutes later the phone rings. Wolver answers, "Hello."

"Hello," answers a cigarette, whiskey soaked voice. A TV can be heard in the background.

"Um, who's this?"

"Stacy from the service."

"Oh! How old are you Stacy? I asked for a young girl." wolver asks suspiciously.

"Eighteen."

"Mmmhmm and what are you wearing?"

"I just got out of the shower. I'm naked and I'm so wet for you baby! Fuck my hot teenage pussy!" rasps the voice sounding more and more like Mrs. Karbunkle the town librarian.

"Well I was hoping that we could talk about ..."

"Ohhh yeah baby! Give it to me hard!"

"Wait a second would ya? I was really hoping to fuck you in your ass!"

"Ohhhhh baby, that's it ohhhh baby baby cum in my teenage pussy. Oh yeah" suddenly the phone goes quiet, Wolver can hear the TV. It sounds like some cop show.

"So, yeah I was hoping that maybe we could do this fantasy where you're my girlfriend and you really want me to fuck your virgin ass before cumming all over your face!" says Wolver in a flood of anxious embarrassment.

Silence.

"So maybe your name could be um 'U' instead of Stacy and you just can't stop yourself from wanting me!"

Silence.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME OR WATCHING CSI?!"

Startled the voice starts droning, "Oh yeah baby! That's it fuck my pussy you big strong manly man! Cum, cum right now! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Five minutes into his seventy-five dollar call Wolver quietly hangs the phone up on ,"Ohhhhh that's it baby! Cum for me cowboy!"

V watches Wolver sigh. He goes back to his laptop and almost at random picks a site, reads a bit about it and then calls 877-518-3575. A voice, sounding a lot like sunshine answers, "Hellooooo"

"Look, I'm not really interested in having an orgasm denied or my cock controlled at the moment!"

"Bad day huh? I'll need some information from you and then you can tell me all about, okay?"

Groaning Wolver spats into the phone, "I suppose I'm going to have to buy a block of time?"

"Well it's a ten minute minimum at $1.99 a minute but after that you can talk as long or as little as you like!"

There's something in her tone or attitude that relaxes Wolver. He idly pulls up a hidden pic on his hard drive, one of his 'little helpers' and says, "So we can talk about um anything?"

"If your credit card clears, sure!"

Feeling his wookie stir with renewed interest Wolver gives out his billing information. A few minutes later she comes back on the line and says, "OK, we're good to go! The clock starts now. Why don't you tell me a little about your bad day Wolver?"

Without realizing it Wolver opens up and tells this stranger all about his crappy day. Finally he asks, "What's your name?"

"Grace."

"That's a pretty name, what are you wearing?"

"Right now I'm in my nightie sitting in my office, it's late on the east coast. I hope you don't mind me saying this Wolver but your girlfriend sounds like a real twat!"

"No she isn't, but she wont have sex with me!"

"Wont take care of her man huh? You know what you should do Wolvee..."

"What?"

"The next time you see her you should bend her over your bed, yank her pants and panties down and fuck her ass!"

"Fuck her naughty teenaged virgin ass?" echoes Wolver the words seeming to come from nowhere his fist suddenly wet with precum.

"She soooooo deserves it!"

"Ohhhhhhh yeah, I would love to do that!"

"Then do it!"

"You want me to really fuck her ass?"

There's a pause on the line and then Grace says, "Honey, this is a phone sex line. No, I don't want you to grab your girlfriend and fuck her in her ass if she doesn't want you to. What we're talking about here is fantasy. You know what that means... right?"

"Yes."

"Good, tell me what you're doing!"

"I'm bending her over the bed. She's complaining about it but not doing anything really. I can smell her pussy, her excitement through her jeans."

"What color are they?"

"Black."

"Go on."

Starting to pant, Wolver continues while staring at some girl getting nailed in the ass off the internet, "I unbuckle her pants and pull them down around her ankles!"

"Is she wearing panties?"

"Yes."

"What do they look like?"

"They're cotton and have little duckies on them." says Wolver taking a pair of V's panties from his pocket and them on the bed where he can see them, "I tug them to her knees because she's such a naughty slut!"

Grace bursts out laughing, "Duckies?! How old is your girlfriend Wolvee?"

"Eighteen."

"OK. Duckies like rubber duckies?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well they actually sound cute. I bet you slide that cock right up that virgin ass don't you?"

"Wookie."

"Wookie? Oh my god ... you're a carebear?"

"Yes ..." says wolver tentatively. He's heard of the carebear invasion but can't remember it. Some people look at him oddly making him feel like a freak.

"I love carebears! I hope you don't addict her with that wookie of yours! You have the head pressed right against that tight pink asshole don't you? Is it covered in lube?"

"Oh god yes! Right against it! So slippery... she's clinching, fighting it - the little tramp!" whispers Wolver whacking even harder.

"She is a slut isn't she, Wolvee? But she can't fight that wookie, can she? No, the head is starting to slide right in isn't it? She wants it Wolvee, GIVE IT TO HER!"

Moaning, Wolver can actually feel his wookie sliding deeper into V's ass, "OH! OH! She likes it!"

"Of course she does! Girls love and need a serious cornholing from time to time, it's a well kept secret. Fuck her faster but don't cum!"

"Ohhhhh I'm a naughty nasty carebear! UNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH"

"Whoa! Slow down there cupcake!" she giggles and then her voice grows increasingly stern, "Let it go. LET IT GO!"

Wolver's head is swimming in perverted images all involving V. He's right on the edge, he forces himself to let it go.

Grace giggles, she can tell by his breathing that he's obeyed, "Mmhmm such a good boy for me. Now listen. You're with a woman now, not some pimple faced girl and women always take care of their boys. You will cum tonight but you want to come so very hard don't you?"

"yes" whispers Wolver, surprised at how submissive his voice sounds.

"And you want to be such a naughty boy for me don't you, Wolvee?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a pair of your girlfriend's panties?"

Wolver pauses.

"Oh! Oh! You doooooo have a pair! I bet you stole them, didn't you?!" she taunts.

"Well actually she came over one day in this black sweater. She said something about being late because she had to do her laundry but rushed right over once it was done. I guess the duckie panties had stuck to the back of her sweater from static cling... so I just sort of plucked them off and stuck them in my pocket."

V is mortified. She remembers that day clearly and had run many errands before dropping by Wolver's house and nobody said a word about her ducky panties being plastered across her back?! Those are her favorite pair!

Grace erupts in laughter, "Oh my god Wolvee this is such a fun call! I'm laughing so hard! I can't imagine how she'd feel if she ever found out. Put on her panties."

"I can't they're too small."

Giggling she says, "Well that wasn't a 'no' was it you panty pervert."

Wolver blushes.

"Lay them out in front of you and start stroking just the way I tell you to"

Wolver listens intently to her instructions. Soon he's panting hard as she wraps a fantasy about V around the stroking.

"That's right Wolvee she's just laying in front of you in those cute panties watching you stroke for her. Encouraging you to cum all over the crotch of those cute cotton panties you nasty little pervert. She wants you to shoot doesn't she? Get her all sticky down there because if you dooooo..."

Wolvers hand is flying, he's rapidly approaching the point of no return. His voice in stitches he gasps, "Wha? Wha happens if I cum???"

"She's gonna slide that pretty pink strapon she hides in her panty drawer right up you butt!" giggles Grace, "And you want her to, dontcha Wolvee?"

"Unnnngggghhhhhhhhhh"

"Say it honey bunny and then cum all over her panties! Say, 'fuck my carebear bottom! fuck it HARD"

"OH! OH! FUCK MY HOT CAREBEAR BUTT! FUCK IT HARD YOU STUCK UP TEENAGE TEASE!!!!!!"

Wolver looses it. He grunts in pure pleasure as he watches a huge wad of cum smack squarely into the crotch of V's panties. This is followed by a wave of unanticipated embarrassment.

At that moment V has had enough of this weird bullshit. When did sex get so yucky? It's just kisses and hugs right? She walks around the corner of the bedroom door and in a mature voice says, "Wolver, give me my panties back and..." before seeing a monster load of sperm splash on her panties. She screams, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" before dropping the phone and fleeing down the hallway.

Upon hearing V's voice Wolver releases his wookie, ruining the orgasm. Face filled with shame he turns towards V his mind an utter blank on what to say and watches her run out of the bedroom.

He stares down at the coated panties and breathes into the phone, "I'm sorry, I've got to go." before disconnecting the line.

What a perfect day!