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Puppy Charming 101 [Isabelle x citizenanon]

'Did... did she just?' James questioned as he felt her tense before him and cry out in immense pleasure. He felt her body go rigid as she came and tasted the sweet, sweet nectar on his lips as her body let go. He could not keep the small smile off of his face as he thought about what he had accomplished. Inwardly, he cheered.

Deciding that he liked the taste of her wetness, he ran his tongue over her wetness to get what he could while trying to bring her closer to another orgasm. He kept an eye trained on her to see how she reacted to the extra stimulus as he flicked his tongue over her clit before tracing her lips. Leaning just a bit closer, his tongue pierced the untouched depths of her wetness, penetrating her further than anyone had before. As his tongue explored her depths, he ran his thumb over her swollen clit in light, small circles. That he could drive her to such heights was a high all of its own and he could not wait to do it again.
 
Oh yes. She came. She huffed, and puffed, feeling exhausted from just one orgasm, but he had other plans. He hungrily lapped up her juices like the perverted wolf he was. But she stayed still—for the most part. She still trembled, her legs twitching and jumping slightly. Her eyes opened wide as he pushed his fat tongue inside of her! This made her moan loudly! Oh, how she wanted to grab his hair and pull his face away from her groin, but that wasn't going to happen. Certainly she would fall if she even attempted to move...
Sophie whimpered, now having him dive into her, and play with her clitoris.
"J-J-Jaaaaammmes! Noo...!"
Her hips wiggled as she tried to get away, but alas, he built her up to another orgasm. She cried out once again, her head thrust backwards, as the walls of her vagina clamped down around his tongue. Again her hot juices spewed out from a small hole, and seeped out from her slit.
 
It was far too late once he heard her cry out to stop what he was doing. By the time her 'Noooo' had registered and escaped her lips, she was already trembling and close to her orgasm. When he made to pull away, she came again, flooding his lips and mouth with her sweet nectar. Again, James could not help the smile on his glazed lips as he felt her body tense and heard her screams of pleasure. This time, though, he gently lowered her back to the table so that she could relax without falling.

James reached up and lightly stroked her stomach as he watched her slowly relax into the post orgasmic bliss. James kept his light touches relatively safe and away from her sensitive womanhood.
 
Sophie was so thankful when James let her down easy. She huffed for a few seconds—she was completely exasperated! She felt like she had spun around, and around, and around too fast and was about to fall over! But, she trudged on. (Being on a table was not the most comfortable place) Her legs were limp, and heavy, but she managed to slide them off the table. She pushed herself off, and onto his lap. Her legs once more straddling him. Her pussy dripping against his hard on. Sophie ever so lovingly embraced him. She pulled away only slightly,
"Oh, James... that was wonderful..."

Leaning into him, Sophie began to kiss his lips, eventually switching over to suckling them clean of her sweet juices.
 
James watched with some amusement as Sophie moved off of the table. She was still limp in a lot of ways and had trouble moving. Just another sign that he had done his job well! When she straddled him, he let out a small hiss of pleasure and a bit of pain as she came into contact with his so hard it was painful erection. When she eased back, he let out a soft sigh and smiled. "Sorry, it's just a bit painful at the moment." He chuckled a bit.

He returned her kisses as she leaned into him and hardly moved as she suckled his lips, cleaning him. When she had finished, he smiled at her and bit his lip slightly. "mmmm, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself so much, Sophie. It was my pleasure, really." James was not lying either. Just the fact that he could bring her to such heights was amazing in his mind.
 
Sophie pulled his lip as she tilted her head back. She released it, looking to him with her doe eyes. Why was he in pain? Tilting her head, she began trail kisses along his jaw down to his neck. Here she kissed and nipped the skin. She was oblivious to the thing that poked at her thigh as she sat on his lap. Sophie let out a slow, low, drawn out moan and she suckled at the base of his neck.

Naturally her hands began to slip down from around his neck, grazing the skin of his torso allllllllll the way down to his pants. She held onto his hips for a moment before leaning away from him. She blinked softly, before inquiring, "What's painful, James?"
 
James had closed his eyes as Sophie kissed and teased him. He had not watched her move or touch, but had instead focused solely on the feeling of her electric fingers. It was a wonderful distraction from the obvious arousal that he was feeling. When she questioned him, he cracked his eyes. Like everything with Sophie, he knew she was genuine in her question.

"My erection." James waved a bit to draw her attention downward, "I have never been so hard. I need to ah... Find a release, have an orgasm, or cum, like you just did twice." James did his best to relay it to her clearly. He was not making fun of her, but knew she might need the instruction.
 
He could feel her weight shift back on his lap—not that she weighed much. Her plush breasts pushed together by her arms which reached forward, her hands still lightly caressing his sides. Her eyes fluttered over his chest and abdomen, inherently her cheeks burned a bright red. He really was attractive. She let out a sigh of content, as her gaze began to wander back up to his face. She listened carefully, fanning her long lashes to him.
Then... it suddenly struck her.

Her entire face turned bright red. "Y-your what now?" She followed the direction he gestured in, all he way down to his stiff shaft. It pressed into her thigh. Sophie let out a small mew of a sound, her body trembling. What should she do? She had absolutely no experience, and on top of that! The good lord would certainly not approve. But, then again, he wouldn't have approved of any of her conduct in the last twelve hours. Especially not receiving kisses down -there-. Sophie looked completely torn—should she submit to the man she cares for, or the man who gave them all the gift of life?

With her head hung, he couldn't quite see her pretty face, but after a moment or two, he could feel the occasional tear drip onto his lap. She wanted so much to give James pleasure, to hear how happy he was with her, but she felt so nervous... Her hand trembled as she reached for the clothed appendage. Sophie wrapped her hand around it; although her fingers were far from touching. Slowly, she began to pump the shaft beneath his cloths.
 
James was a lot of things. Horny. Teenaged. Male. Incredibly aroused. But like any other time on any other day, he was fine tuned to Sophie and could feel her hesitation in her actions. The tears themselves were just icing on the guilty cake. As much as he wanted her to continue and the small moan that escaped from his lips at her touch did show that he wanted it, he reached out and gently grabbed her wrist to stop her. She was so small compared to him and his fingers touched as they circled her wrist.

"No, Sophie." James said in a soft voice, not wanting to make her think she was doing anything wrong. "Why are you crying, Sophie?" He asked and moved her hand to rest on his leg in a safe position it was on his knee, but far enough away that she was not touching his member or near it. James moved his hand to her chin and gently lifted it so that he could see her face. He wiped away her tears, "This should be a happy time between two people, Sophie. Not one for crying. Tell me what's wrong."
 
She didn't put up a fight as he pulled her wrist away. No matter all the techniques James taught her for self defence, she was far too meek to ever hit him, to push him away, or turn him down. No. It was like there was an invisible string that ran from her heart to him. There was no escaping her feelings that she felt for him, even though they were slow to materialize into something she could recognize. Someday she would know though, and understand that it was love. Utter and complete devotion.

With ease, he tilted her head up, and she looked to him, her long lashes wet as beads of tears sat on the lower set. Her lip stuck out in that loose, natural pout. It was surprising how cute she looked when she would cry like this. She sniffed softly, closing her eyes as she wiped her face clean, "I-I just..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes began to brim again with tears. She gulped nervously, her voice having grown much smaller, "I just always thought I would do these things on my wedding night..."
 
James smiled softly at the old fashioned mind set that Sophie had. He should have known that she would think of something like that. He reached up and lightly caressed her cheek and nodded in understanding. Despite the aching erection that was throbbing in need and want, he understood and would not bring himself to bargaining or begging for it.

"Sophie, you do not have to do anything you do not want to. If you would rather save this kind of stuff for your wedding night, then save it for your wedding night. Don't let anyone, myself included change your mind." James smiled at her softly. "Nobody but you can make that kind of decision."
 
Then it happened again. Her shoulders tensed up, her eyes trailed down, and soon her head hung in shame. Her long, silken locks sliding down off of her shoulders to hide her face. She trembled again. Her bottom lip quivered. She felt so guilty! So sinful! How she wish she could turn back, but no. She travelled forward down the winding path to hell.

She felt so scared.

So frightened.

Their experiences showed her that it wasn't as simple as true love's kiss, and everything was grand. No. It was far more complicated, and she had no idea what she was doing. The clock ticked, making their silence echo, before she mustered up some courage.

"... but... " She started, her voice was tinier than a mouse's "... now I'm fearful that I won't know what to do..."

He could feel the tears dripping down his hand. "Is it wrong to want to know how to please your partner?"
 
James wanted to do nothing more than hug Sophie and make her feel better, make everything go away, but considering the compromising position they were in and the discussion they were having, it did not seem like a good idea to do so right now.

"If you do not know what to do or how to do it, Sophie, your partner will show you." James explained gently. "Someone you love and who loves you will accept that without any issue, Soph. They will love you and support you. Should you wait, they will accept that. Should you decided that you do not want to wait, they'll support that too." He smiled, "So long as you're honest with the person you're with and who you love, it will work out."
 
Should she say it? Sophie's ears had perked up. As always, he knew exactly what to say to bring calm to her world. The last of her tears dripped away, before she looked up to him. Suddenly, she moved forward and kissed him with such vigour! Her legs spreading more, as her arms slithered around his neck to pull herself closer to him. Her nippled traced his chest before pushing against it firmly. She moaned sweetly into the kiss. A hand moved away from around his neck, traveling down his body like earlier. This time though, it found the large, clothed lump. She began to massage it through the flannel.
 
Despite everything they had been through together, despite how well he knew her, despite everything, he did not expect the very sudden armful of Sophie as she shot forward into his chest. He just managed to get his arms around her waist when he felt her lips against his own and her body pressed very clearly against his chest. James moaned into the kiss, a long, pleasured moan as Sophie's hand found his erection once more and began to massage him. James brought his hands to her back and pulled her chest against his, just wanting to feel as much of her against his body as he could. To feel each of her movements as the pleasure of her touch built.

"Ou... Out. Sophie." Jame groaned out through another moan that he could not hold back. He shifted slightly in his seat and took a deep breath. "Touching on the outside is nice, but that is only going to make a mess when I do cum." James assumed a soft, authoritative voice as he explained it to her. "And it feels better when it is skin on skin." It was the truth, even if he had only ever known his own touch. He smiled and scooted Sophie back just a bit and in a subtle show of raw strength, gently lifted her from his lap and lowered her to the floor before him so that she could see what he had to show her. Next he lifted his rear off the chair and slid his long pajama pants and boxers down past his thighs and finally to his knees. With a not so subtle hiss of relief, his member popped free of its bonds and stood tall and proud before Sophie. He was larger than average, he knew, but next to Sophie's slim form, he appeared larger still. James let Sophie take a moment as she scooted to her knees and a bit closer. She appeared to be fascinated with what she was seeing before he took her hand in his. "Since we don't have any lotion or any kind of lubricant, you have to touch softly." James gently placed her hand around his member. Despite the loss of the layers of clothing, her fingers still did not touch. He made sure her grip was loose enough before moving her hand with his slowly. "Just like that. You can go faster or slower depending on what I or you want and like." James smiled before letting out a soft groan. His voice rumbled in his chest and seemed to slip past his barely parted lips as the pleasure built. He paused her hand as he had more to explain. "Now, you can keep on with your hand or be even more intimate like I was with you earlier and use your mouth, tongue, and lips to cause pleasure. Licking, sucking, or kissing can all feel good." So he was told. "It's really up to you what you want to do, but don't forget that when a guy cums, it can be big quantities and hard to handle if he is in your mouth at the time."
 
Sophie loved the feel of his body against hers. Though his skin was smooth, it was also very firm, and hot against her skin. It was like he was on fire... Probably because he was so active. The way his arms always seemed to wrap around her, securing her to him, and protecting her from the outside world was maddening. She gasped just by that simple contact, breaking the kiss for just a moment. She was beginning to think she was doing a good job—until he moved her. Suddenly, he was shifting her away from him. Did she do something wrong? James broke the kiss, making sound that only the demons would know. It rang in her ears. How exotic his groans of frustrations were...

With great ease, his hands found there way to her buttocks. He gave it a squeeze, causing her to yelp in surprise. But then he moved her off his lap and away from him. Sophie was heart broken in that moment. Didn't he like their closeness? Sophie's legs met the cold tiled floors. Rejected. Her eyes grew large with sadness, wanting to be closer to him. She kind of stopped listening to his words, as she mentally began to think of a plan to get back on his la--Oh gosh! What is THAT?! Sophie's eyes jumped down from his face straight to his on-point excitement. It seemed terribly large, being 7.5inches in length, and a good 2.something inches in diameter. Never before had she seen something so curious. Sophie was trying to think of things it resembled, hoping that it might comfort her to the alien object, while James had taken her hand, leading it to the shaft. He mumbled something about having to be gentle, and Sophie watched on to the way James wished her to please him. After a minute or so of barely skimming the thing, Sophie was very bored.

He didn't take that much ease on her, so why should she do it to him? Her clit throbbed in memory of the stimulus he made on it. She remembered back onto how she felt her body was going to explode—literally—like a bomb. Sophie quickly cut him off, her hand giving his member a good squeeze as she pumped her hand from the bottom of his shaft to the top. He could feel her climb up between his legs, her chest pressing against the chair, her rear hovering above the ground, as her knees kept her stable. Her hot breath tingling the skin of his cock as she looked to over. It was so very curious. For a moment, Sophie pretended it was popsicle. Her pink little tongue shot out and licked the tip. It didn't have an extremely pleasant taste. Not it was something rather sprinkle with ionic and had a certain saltiness to it. Again, she licked. And licked. And licked. Each time her tongue pressing harder, and longer, transcending from a flick over the head, to a slobbery base to tip paint job. Her hand held it sturdy as she sampled his cock. Eventually, so much saliva had collected on her hand, she stopped licking. He mentioned something about lubricant, no? And with that, her hand pumped his cock.
 
In his short life, James had experienced quite a bit. Or, up until this moment, he thought he had been an experienced teenager. He had traveled a bit, met many people, been successful in school, and all the other things that were expected of an upper middle class high school athlete, but none of that had prepared him for what he was feeling now. He had mentioned keeping a loose grip so that she did not accidentally burn him or pull too hard.

Seemed that it was not an issue.

When Sophie began to pump her hand in a confident and strong manner, he could do nothing more than simply close his eyes and relax back into the chair. The young woman had him quite literally where he could go nowhere. James let out another low and breathy moan as she pumped him, but his voice jumped several registries as he felt her hot, wet tongue on the tip.

"Oh... oh geez, Sophi...ee" James was unprepared for the tongue lashing that followed as her small, skilled tongue brought him to heights he had not reached before. When she took a short break from licking and even took her hand away from his cock, he cracked an eye and relaxed his hands and arms from the near death grip that they had on the seat of his chair. He took a deep breath and watched as she gathered her saliva on her hand and began to stroke his cock once more. "Mmmm... that's go...od, amazing, Sophie." James groaned. His hips moved slightly, moving his cock in time with her hand as he grew closer and closer to his own orgasm. "Going to... going to make me... mmm cum, Sophie." James warned, not wanting to surprise her.
 
His strained voice, groans, moans, and grunts were all so alluring. She wished that she could have recorded the sounds... The effect it had on her body was incredible. Her sweet little slit dripped with excitement from the simple sound of her partner's pleasure. Sophie wasn't going to let him just sit there as she worked away at him. Her fingers slid up to the head, where her stick palm pressed against it. Her hand clutched down, rolling her hand around the very top. Slowly, Sophie rose to her feet. Her legs no longer wobbly from her strenuous orgasms before. Oh no. Confidently, she stepped forward. Elegantly she raised a leg, exposing her pink little sex to him, as she stepped over his legs. She lowered herself—was she going to do it? Really? Seriously? Sophie sat on his lap once again, pulling herself closer. Her hand pulling away for a second. She gave it a loooooong lick, in the face of her lover, spewing more saliva onto it, before she resumed her grip on his man hood. Sophie began to jerk him off once more, this time kissing him in sequence.
 
James' heart had leapt into his throat when he watched Sophie move to climb back into his lap. When she raised her leg as she did, he had no idea what she was planning and almost made a move to stop her before she settled back on his legs. His cock twitched against her belly as he watched her lick her hand. James moved his hands to her hips before reaching down to give her round butt a strong squeeze to let her know how much he was enjoying her actions. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands as she stroked him. He returned her kiss with as much fire and compassion as she poured into it. James moaned into the kiss as he grew closer to the edge. Each stroke built up more and more, faster and faster until finally with a jerk of his strong hips and a low breathy moan, he came. His cock twitched hard in her hand as he did so. Hot, sticky cum spewed from his member, catching her on the stomach and upwards to the curves of her breasts. The next shot higher, landing in the valley of her breasts and chest. Again and again, his cock twitched, covering both himself and his lover.
 
Sophie whined into their kiss as he groped her rear. Her hips pushed forward. His fingers dimpled her rear. Oh, how plush her rump was. Their kiss broke as he moaned, finally the moment he had patiently waited for. Sophie felt his cock throb in her hand as it shot out long sticky strands of cum. Surprised, Sophie looked down at his member. Was it suppose to do that? She raised her eyes to his face, to see that delightful, eased, and completely satisfied face. A smile slipped up on her face. She kissed at his neck, smudging his sperm against his chest, "Oh James,"
 
James had all but melted into the back of the chair as his orgasm washed over him. Days of being teased and on edge were released in one huge torrent of hot, sticky cum. That Sophie was surprised by what happened amused him just a little bit, but he dared not voice it. James turned his head as Sophie kissed at his neck and pressed her chest against his, coating them both further in his cum.

He did not mind.

James finally shivered a bit as the orgasmic bliss washed away and the world returned. His cock had begun to soften just a bit in her hand. Still impressive and large, it was just momentarily spent.

"That..." James breathed in deep, "That was amazing, Sophie." James said softly as Sophie cuddled into him and kissed at his neck. He smiled and brought his head forward a bit, forcing her to give up her question to cover his neck in little Sophie kisses. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss as the intimacy of the moment caught him. Her lips were soft and he did not think he would tire of kissing them, but he knew they had to take a break. He smiled a bit and ran his fingers along her spine as they cuddled, "We made a mess." James chuckled, his bare chest shook against hers, rocking her little frame slightly.
 
Sin.

Sophie sat on his lap, sin dripping from her sex. She had been touched. By a man far before the exchange of vows in the eyes of god. And for that, she was marked. This thought ebbed at the back of her mind.

Her hand gave a light squeeze to his manhood. It was soft and squishy, wrinkly and warm. Sin shrivelling up in her hand. His cum was camouflaged to her white skin, but it bore a heavy stain. Her eyes travelled down to his member, her brow arching to see its transformation. It had been so gallant when it was stiff! Like a staff of Moses, and without a doubt, Sophie knew there would come a time where he would try to use it to try to part her sea.

Her cheeks began to turn bright red, how could she have such a thought? One drop of such an act, and now she was a Jezebel. She trembled slightly, growing nervous of the future. But he spoke. Breaking her away from such pious thoughts.

She looked up to him with her long, fanning lashes before he kissed her. Sophie melted into his kiss. She whimpered into the their kiss, hating when their lips parted. Once more he spoke. A smile broke out on her face as he made light of the situation. Sophie giggled a long side him, "Yes we did... should we clean up now? Or after breakfast?"
 
Jame could see some of the emotions running through her mind. He had an idea of what she might be thinking, but he could do little more than comfort her and make things easy by not making a huge deal out of things. Only she could really deal with the religion and sex issue. He would support her in everything, but only she could make that choice.

"Before I think." James said and glanced down at his chest. He was covered in sweat and bodily fluids. All very much worth it thought. His shower was upstairs and he did not want to make a mess by walking through the house. "Hold on to me, Sophie." James directed. He grabbed her about the waist and pulled her close to him so that she was smushed against his chest. He could feel her soft curves against him, but focused on anything but the fact he was holding a sexy, nubile, young woman in his arms. With only a soft grunt, James stood with Sophie in his arms and pulled against his chest. "Wrap your legs around me a bit, Sophie." James directed and looped his hands under her butt. When she was situated, he began the trek towards the stairs and finally upstairs. His legs flexed hard with each step and his arms were strong and taut under the added weight of Sophie, but he managed it quite easily.

Upstairs, he walked to the bathroom and gently set Sophie down on her feet. Like every other room in the house, it was clean and everything was in its place. He had shaving stuff around the sink along with an electric toothbrush and toothpaste. In the tub, he had soap, shampoo, and conditioner for them. He even grabbed a spare clean cloth to bathe with.

"Go ahead and start us some water, Sophie. Hot as you can handle it." He smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheek as he began to get everything else ready.
 
Sophie gave him a questioning look, "P-pardon?" Suddenly he pulled her close to him. Her hand left his member, and both slip about his neck. She felt him shift beneath her. Her legs very quickly wrapped about his hips, her feet hooking onto each other, pulling her bare sex to his. Sophie squealed in delight as he lifted her up, and yipped as he gripped her bottom. The entire march up to the bathroom, she giggled away, kissing at his neck, jaw, and collarbone. She felt as giddy as a bride crossing the thresh hold.

The floor felt so cold as her feet touched them. She had enjoyed being in his arms so much. Sophie's hands rested now on his shoulders. Stepping forward, she opened her mouth, and began to lick the cum from his chest. She gave him a smile, "Alright~" Sophie watched him pass by, turning nobs and pulling things until finally the shower began to run. She stood behind him, peeking around to see what he was doing, her curls cascading over her shoulder. A little hand passed him, dipping into the shower, to feel it growing hotter. Sophie stepped in, and smiled as she felt its warmth flush over her body. Her fair white skin became a touch rosier in the heat.

Her hands cupped the water, playing with it a bit. She looked to him with those adoring blue eyes, "Won't you join me, James?"
 
James watched her as she leaned into his chest and swirled her tongue along a pool of cum before her tongue darted back into her mouth. He had read that women tended to not like it, but Sophie seemed happy enough to. James mentally shrugged and was glad she seemed to not mind it. James touched his chest with a finger before slipping it into his mouth as an experiment. Not terribly bad.

"Of course, Sophie." James agreed and stepped into the shower. He could feel the water beating down on him and watched as the proof of their earlier deeds began to wash away down the drain. It did not take much to clean the sweat and fluids from his body. James stepped out from under the spray and picked up the bottle of shampoo that he used. It was what he normally used and would leave Sophie smelling slightly of him for the next few hours while it lingered. When Sophie stepped back under the spray, James joined her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck from behind before moving his lips to her earlobe. He nibbled there for a moment. "Step back a bit with me, my Sophie and I'll help you with your hair." James offered. The poor girl really did have a mane and could probably use the help. James took a step back and loosened his arms slightly should Sophie not want to follow him, but was pleased when she joined him. The spray still beat down on her from the neck down, but her hair was left out.

James poured a generous amount of shampoo into his hands and began to run his fingers through her curls. He made sure to be gentle and not jerk on it at all as he made sure the suds spread everywhere before his hands moved back to her scalp. He smiled a bit, enjoying his exploration and touching as he was struck with an idea and began a light scalp massage.
 
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