Charlie Lemonade Mouth Novels & Stories

MASON * And I just found out today that Charlie loves Dolphins, really really much. Because all through the night he spent it with this particular dolphin and if I hadn't stopped him he was ready to buy it and take it home with him. I think he just had this connection with it and it was so cute watching him be so happy and free. After hours of giving the dolphin attention he finally turned back to me. "So is he more handsome that me? what does he have that I don't?", I decided to be dramatic.

he repeated firmly, and walked away. Nate was six feet from my lounger, holding an amber drink he hadn’t sipped, watching Adrian leave. His eyes dropped to the vitamin on my side table, then to the mango, then to me. I met his stare over the top of my sunglasses and took a slow, deliberate bite of mango. My eyes found Charlie, who had positioned himself at the deep end—no shirt, arms folded across a chest that could have blocked a doorway, standing with his feet apart like a bouncer outside a club nobody had been invited to.

Xander says jokingly. “Okay, Charlie, take 3 sips if you don’t like to swallow.” Charlie’s face screws up in confusion and she asks, “Swallow what?” I can tell Monroe is holding in laughter when she explains, “Cum, Charlie. They want to know if you like swallowing cum.” Charlie’s face turns red and she says, “That would be a no,” and takes her 3 drinks. “Alright, Cade drink 4 sips if you’ve ever gone through your contacts or friend list on social media looking for your next booty call.”

She stares up at us and grins as she runs her tongue around his tip. “Oh, fuck!” Zak moans loudly. “I can’t help it.” He pulls her head so that his cock is completely engulfed by her mouth. His body rocks back and forth between Charlie’s mouth and my fingers. He fists his hands in her hair, fucking her mouth. Zak turns and kisses me, hard and fast, cumming down Charlie’s throat. I greedily swallow his moans, still pumping my fingers in and out of his ass. Zak leans against me as Charlie swallows. “Oh, Zak,” Charlie says, mock sadness in her voice. “You didn’t have permission to cum.”

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

Charlie saw her zero in on the drink table like a missile. Two giant plastic punch bowls, several unlabeled bottles, melted ice, and at least three cups abandoned upside down like corpses on the party table. Someone had dropped gummy worms in one of the bowls. Sky reached for the ladle. Charlie moved faster. He caught her wrist just as she tipped it toward a cup. She spun around, eyes blazing. “Seriously?” He stared pointedly at the glowing blue punch. “Do you know what’s in that?”

Some of the liquid also dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and trickled onto my chest, making me shiver uncontrollably. "How are you still spilling from your mouth even after being an adult now? But it's okay, Daddy will take care of it for you…" Charlie leaned closer to me. Then, he pressed his hand against my collarbone and licked away the spilled wine carefully. The ticklish sensation of his tongue against my skin made me shiver even more. He was very gentle with me, but I could also feel the strength in his body, as if he wanted to force my thighs apart. "Ah, Daddy… Be gentle… I have a date later, and I can't drink too much…"

“Not bad!” Taylor, “...” “Really?” Taylor asked. “Yeah, it tastes sweet,” Charlie said, licking whatever was left in her hand.

“Not bad!” Taylor, “...” “Really?” Taylor asked. “Yeah, it tastes sweet,” Charlie said, licking whatever was left in her hand.

While the rest of the pots grew lavish green, purple and red leaves. ‘How about a drink today?’ Charlie asked, running his fingers on some strands of his shiny black hair as the wind kept on blowing. He wears a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. ‘There is a newly opened bar nearby, and they also sell grilled meats.’ he added. He is 5’3 feet tall with medium brown skin complexion. He has thick eyebrows, a flat nose and mustache above his reddish lips.