Funny Clean Stories Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry I'm late, CeCe." The moment those words—sounding especially respectful and familiar—left Terrence's lips, the whole private room fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. After a brief silence, Vanessa suddenly burst into loud, shrill laughter. "CeCe? Oh my goodness, that's hilarious!" She pointed at me, her face full of disdain and contempt. "I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!"

Grant jokes. “I promise I’m not. School is for learning, not sex.” “So principled. Excellent quality in a luna.” Brady jokes. He winks at me as I stand up. I roll my eyes in response but can’t help the smile that appears on my face. The technology building has the cleanest bathroom, so that’s the one I head to. I really need to find out the name of the lady that cleans this hall; I want to get her something nice with Aunt Cammie to thank her for her hard work.

I tried to stay quiet, but when he added a third finger, stretching me open, I shattered. “Daddy— Uncle— I’m cumming!” I cried. My pussy clenched violently around his fingers as I squirted hard, clear fluid gushing all over his hand, wrist, and the leather seat. I shook uncontrollably, eyes rolling back, soaking the car. Uncle Lucas kept fingering me through it, drawing out every spasm until I was a whimpering mess. “Such a messy little slut,” he praised, pulling his soaked fingers out and making me suck them clean. “We’re not even at the cinema yet.”

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

I quickly wrapped my arms around myself. What kind of perverted paradise was this? The Goddess must’ve had something going on up there. “No!” I squealed, arms out defensively, startling everyone. “No one is going to CLEAN ME.” I straightened my robe. “I am a grown woman and I can do it myself.” Everyone looked at me like I’d just announced the moon was yellow. Then they started laughing. Not a half-hearted chuckle but a genuinely amused laugh. What part of what I said was funny, though?

They laughed too loudly, trailed their hands across every clean surface, and kicked off their shoes, leaving muddy footprints wherever they stepped. They made a game of it. Spilling snacks on the rug. Dripping juice onto the freshly mopped floor. Knocking over a vase and pretending it was an accident. One of them smeared something across the counter with her fingers and dared me to “guess what it was.” I didn’t answer. I just cleaned.

“I remember! He made you all clean the stables for a month!” The door opened, and Ansre walked in. He stopped as he entered inside and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was staring at me, at my laughing face. I wiped a tear from my eye and noded at him. “Andre. Come in. We are just remembering the Great Mud Ditch disaster of our youth.” Andre walked over, with a small hesitant smile on his face. “Let me in on the joke. I need a good story.” I recounted it again, and Andre laughed too, it sounded genuine. Good. Normal.

I slowly sucked it off my fingers. “She’s mad for cum,” Uncle Fred laughed. “You’re still hungry for more, Steph, aren’t you?” “Yes please,” I begged him and all the men laughed. “Take off the teddy, sweetie,” daddy asked me and I stood up and pulled the garment off myself. “Clean up all the spunk between your legs,” Mr Lehman asked and I stuck my fingers down there and scooped up as much as I could. There was nowhere to wipe it off so I licked it off my fingers again.

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

He stated his boundaries, making Cam and I laugh lightly. "Fine." "So Cam, I've got new jokes for you." "Alright, let's hear them." "Knock knock." "Who's there?" "The interrupting cow." "Did you get that joke from the cartoon 'Home'?" Cam laughed. "Gee, I hoped you wouldn't know it." Rodney clapped his forehead and we all laughed.