Charlie Lemonade Mouth Novels & Stories

She runs and perches herself on the kitchen counter so that she's leaning directly opposite Charlie. "Ha! Okay, first..." Deedah puts on a serious face. "Acid," she says later on. This has apple juice spraying out of Charlie's mouth back into the cup and on the counter. "Acid? Are you insane?!" "What? It's just acid," Dee rolls her eyes dramatically, "Okay, what about injecting nitric acid into his nasty asshole? That shit's gonna hit good." Charlie looks at her best friend in bewilderment. She's been living with a potential psycho for the better part of her life.

The second he saw me half asleep, rubbing my eyes with sleepiness, he lifted me off the ground all happy about today. For breakfast, most of them had protein shakes this morning, I, on the other hand, had sugar cereal and an apple, see I can be healthy too. They were talking about the game, it's the first and it's just a friendly game, but for them, It's were gonna crush the other team vibes. "You coming little man?" Caden asks. "Of course he's coming he wants to see me play," Jack says flexing his muscles.

"You’re hilarious." Charlie grinned, his expression smug as he pulled out a drumstick and took a bite, the sound of his chewing obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. "I know," he said, his voice muffled around the food. "Now sit your ass down and eat before I feed you myself."

He didn't want Charlie to accidentally say something that would give up his identity. Mark rubbed his fingers on her exposed, swollen bud and teased her for a while, watching as her legs spasmed. She was aroused and arched herself into him, wanting him to touch her more. He gently start to pat her. After a few pat, he started to slap her p**** wildly, making her moan loudly. As she opened her mouth, Charlie slid his d*** deep down into her throat. Jessica gagged but soon eased into gentle sucking. She gripped the shaft between her hands and stroked him gently as she worked her tongue around the mushroom head. Charlie was enjoying the attention his d*** was getting. His precum dropped from th

He looks toward the door smiling, “Mother, I didn’t see you standing there. Please, take that apron off and come out to join us.” “I would love to join you but I have things to tend to inside. I just wanted to see if you require anything?” Before Grant answers, she turns to Charlie, “How is the lemonade Lad?” He looks up at her smiling, “You sound funny...just like Grant.” Clearing my throat his eyes dart to look at me then he addresses Grant's mother again. “Oh, and the lemonade is yummy. It's better than mommy's!” He says far too enthusiastically. Smiling with her eyes she looks at me as if she were looking into my soul. Usually, that would be disconcerting but she is so warm, it doesn’t b

Charlie, one of Azazel’s bartenders, gives me a welcoming smile. Charlie is a gorgeous blonde with cornflower blue eyes, a small button nose, pouty lips, and legs that never end. However, that’s not the most poignant part of her. Her large, enhanced breasts definitely take center stage. She has expressed an interest in me before, but I could never reciprocate. I guess my beauty queen is the only girl that I want. Charlie leans across the bar, emphasizing her large cleavage, which is being held together by a tight red string cropped halter top. “Hey handsome, what brings you by?”

Karla hated gooey eyes. "Another Jack and Coke, please, gorgeous," Charlie said, as he leaned on the bar. "And why the glum face? Need something to boost your spirits?" He gave her a wink. She just laughed at him as she reached for a clean glass. "I've heard rumors about you, Charlie. I don't think boosting my spirits is in your tool bag." She poured a shot of Jack Daniels into the glass and then reached for the Coke spritzer. "Ouch. Hey now, that's hitting below the belt. I knew I should make my one-night stands sign a non-disclosure agreement," he said with a chuckle.

Her voice takes on a slur as if she’s already drunk. “I think my love here will have a glass of juice,” I say, correcting her. “That’s probably a better idea,” she mumbles out as she agrees with me. We make our way over to the corner where Grace is located. Once she comes into view we see her sitting next to a chipper young man. He has his pink button-down shirt open, showing his hairless tanned chest. At first glance, I see five bite marks on him. Charlie immediately plops down into a chair, totally oblivious to the leaking blood bank on the other side of Grace.

Charlie was happy with himself for not waiting any longer to get home, but he had a hard time choosing. "You don't choose: it'll be 8 of each," John decided. "But it's more that way," said Charlie glumly. "Yes, I feel in a generous mood today!" In the evening, Britney massaged lotion over Charlie's whip marks. She even worked his anus to try and cheer him up a little.

John smirked at his teammate. Lizzy changed the subject and glanced over at Charlie. “I forgot to ask, how did the banana pie go down the other night?” “It was damn awesome! They polished it off. You rock.” Charlie whipped open a beer before taking a long swig. “What a shitting long day.” Donnie’s nostrils flared before he turned away. Interesting. Lizzy wondered what was up. It looked like a hornet had flown up his tight ass. “Have you met Charlie?” Lizzy asked Donnie.