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Tetra Threat!	By : Mr-Dusk Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 16731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sunday night, Lincoln had gotten a text from Stella to meet him at the Burnt Bean. Having not much else to do given his date with the cookie girl had been postponed a week, and the fact that Stella was one of his best friends, he ended up meeting her there.
The two got to talking and the conversation had turned to talking about girls. Dating them to be specific.
Lincoln groaned, “You and Girl Jordan broke up again?”
Stella sighed, “We're on another break, she'll be crawling back when this new loser stops being interesting.”
Lincoln sighed, “Do you really want her back? This is like the third time she used her 'bisexuality' to lure in some guy.”
Stella slumped her face onto the booth table, “Don't remind me...and honestly? Aside from her there's like, zero people I'm interested in.”
“I get that...but still, you shouldn't be doing this to yourself Stella. You're getting more miserable every time Girl Jordan breaks your heart. Is she really worth the effort?”
Stella shrugged, “Well, she's good with her tongue swirl technique.”
“With kissing?”
“Down under.”
Lincoln groaned again, “Is sex really the only reason you're dating her?”
“Eh...that and I don't think anyone else is interested in me. Kind of why I wanted to ask you for tips.”
“Why me again?”
Stella shrugged, “Because girls just kind of like, gravitate to you Lincoln. You had sex with some girl from school none of us knew the day you met her, you got sucked off by the new TA, and if Rusty isn't just talking out of his ass again, you got taken away by one of your groupies just yesterday.”
Lincoln got red in the face and wondered if he should've kept all those interactions to himself, “Okay... sure, but it's not like I'm the only one of our group who has luck with girls.”
“Yeah but everyone else is busy tonight except for Rusty, and I'm not going to ask him for advice. The only action he gets is the masochist kind.”
“Fair point...okay, so what exactly did you need tips on?”
“I mean, should I shower more? Wear different stuff?”
“Uh, well, I shower every day now, but I don't think that's really causing me to get attention.”
“No, your white hair does that for you.”
“Why doesn't this bitch just try to fuck you already? She's asking for it.”
“No she isn't.” Lincoln hissed.
“What was that?” Stella asked.
“Nothing, sorry, thinking out loud...uh...hmm...Stella, you're still not interested in me or any of the other guys, right?”
Stella gave Lincoln a tired look, and repeated a line she's said several times before, “I am not going out with any of you. It'd be like trying to get with a family member...just kind of awkward, and a bit too gross.”
“Okay, good, just trying to clear that up.”
“She's saying that with her MOUTH but her pussy disagrees.”
Lincoln pinched his forehead in frustration.
“Are you okay, Lincoln?”
“Uh, yeah, and I will agree that shacking up with you would be like a family member...just sick and wrong on too many levels...”
“Stop blue balling me. I need to get my dick wet after you refused to fuck that easy lay yesterday.”
Lincoln turned away from Stella, “I uh...sorry Stella, all this attention I've gotten lately is kind of messing with my head a bit...”
Stella frowned, more with concern than anything, “I don't really blame you Lincoln. After the whole thing with Ronnie Anne and all...”
“Well, I guess I am over her. I just didn't think I'd be getting involved with several other girls so fast...”
Stella rolled her eyes. “Must be real hard for you...”
Lincoln ignored that remark and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the back room opened and a shapely young blond woman with a blue streak in her hair wearing a very short cut top that barely covered her breasts and a pair of super short purple jeans that hugged her crotch tightly which matched her purple boots. This young woman carried an acoustic guitar.
“Holy SHIT. That pussy is eating up those jeans! Such desperation!”
Stella's face flushed as she stared at her, “Wh-why is she dressed like that?”
“Uh...heh...I don't know...” Lincoln recognized her as Sam Sharp, Luna's ex-partner.
There were hoots and hollers from some of the customers as Sam got up on stage, she waved to the small crowd. “Hello Burnt Bean! Thank you for your welcoming applause! I'm gonna play ya a little thing...”
Sweet sounding acoustic music filled the coffee shop.
“Brush my hair, read my lines, it's time to go...
Put on my suit, put the makeup on, put on the show...
Up, up, up, to the heaviside layer...
Up, up, up, I'm going straight up...”
The song continued on, but Lincoln was listening less and more eyeing up Sam's body. It had been a while since he'd seen her perform, whether it had been on TV or live in person. The once semi-popular punk rocker dressed more and more provocatively with each year. Lincoln could feel something in his pants going up.
“Oh yeah, this one is way better. Ditch the stuck-up gal and dive bomb this siren.”
Stella was biting on one of her fingers and got up from the booth, “Uh...I uh...thanks for the advice Lincoln. I um, I need to go home and uh...put out a fire.”
Lincoln nodded, “Uh huh, be safe...” he hardly heard or registered what Stella said, he was too taken in by the performance.
…
“Lincoln!”
Lincoln could barely react when Sam hugged him in the parking lot.
“I thought I saw you in the crowd! How have you been?”
Lincoln was a bit taken aback, after Sam's performance he realized his cock had been throbbing bad so he paid for his coffee and excused himself outside to cool off, and now with the sudden touching it was starting to rise back up, especially with her still in that outfit. “I uh, I've been good! Really good!”
Sam giggled a bit and let go, “Well, that's good!”
“Y-yeah...things have been going pretty good, I mean, aside from Ronnie Anne breaking up with me a bit ago...”
“You two broke up?” Sam's smile ran away from her face, “How did that happen? I thought you two were happy together!”
Lincoln tugged a bit on his collar, “It's uh...it's kind of a long story.”
Sam nodded, “You don't have to tell me, that kind of stuff can really hurt. I get that...” she looked away a bit, her eyes looking more downtrodden.
Lincoln was starting to feel a bit guilty, Sam and Luna had broken up a few years prior...well, it may had been longer than that as the two's status of a couple was one of their band's selling points but their relationship started to go into rocky waters after their first tour and Luna started mingling a lot with their groupies and roadies. Bringing up the breakup probably brought up all the bad memories.
“Time to take advantage of her emotional baggage!”
“I uh, I kind of want to talk about it. I know you get what I'm going through, but I don't want to uh, open up old pain.”
Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “Well...I talk to a therapist every two weeks about it, and she tells me I'm healing good. I've stopped blaming myself for what happened. Talking to people about it is a good way to help the healing process, do you go to therapy?”
Lincoln shrugged, “Eh...my friend Clyde is a sort-of therapist. He's been really busy these days though. All my friends are, we're all about to graduate high school.”
Sam gasped, “You are? Wow! Is it really that time already? How old are you?”
“I turned eighteen last year, will be nineteen come this fall.”
“Ooh, so you're legal...hehe...” a sly grin was on Sam's face.
“Huh?”
“Nothing! Hehe..”
“You know for damn sure that means she's interested in FUCKING.”
Lincoln ignored that thought, “So uh, what brings you back home? I heard you were on the road.”
Sam cleared her throat, “Well...I started running out of money. Even with all the royalties I'm collecting, they still take a while to come in. Playing solo gigs here and there doesn't really bring in the big bucks either. It could be I was spending too much on hotels and shit... and I told myself I needed to...well...chill out a bit with that.”
“That means she wasted all her money on the good stuff. Drugs, alcohol, whores, stuff you should get into.”
“Why am I thinking that?” Lincoln asked out loud.
“Thinking what?” Sam asked, she looked a bit confused.
Lincoln nervously looked at her, then looked away a bit while scratching the back of his head, “Um...I think I need to chill out a bit too...”
Sam gave him a smile, “How about you come see my new pad? I'd love your company.”
Lincoln really wanted to go with her. Partly because he did want to talk to Sam, though mostly because his arousal from her was practically pushing him. It was nearing 9 PM and tomorrow was a school holiday, he could spare some time. “Sure! Sounds fun.”
Sam started to walk off, “Come on, it's not too far from here!”
Lincoln couldn't help but look at Sam's bottom which was barely covered by those purple jeans. He could swear he spotted a light blue g-string.
“Lincoln, you coming?”
Lincoln snapped out of his daze, “Yeah, sorry! Was texting my folks!”
“No problem, but come on, don't wanna be outside this late for long!”
Lincoln quickly got out his phone and texted his parents that he would be out late that night and hurried after her.
…
“Ta-dah! Casa de Sama!” Sam announced as she opened the door and let Lincoln inside her apartment.
Lincoln tried his best not to look at her and focused more on the apartment's kitchen/living room. It looked a little bit small but cozy. A hallway led back to a bedroom with a bathroom to the side. “Looks...nice!”
Sam turned back towards Lincoln, and looked a bit amused, “Hmm? Lincoln? You keep looking away, what's up?”
Lincoln rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced a bit, “Sorry, your outfit is kind of um...”
Sam gave a big grin, “Ah...heh, sorry, forgot I was still wearing this.” she said in a slightly cutesy voice.
Lincoln could swear she was teasing him, though he was curious to ask, “Um, is your outfit like, part of your performance?”
Sam nodded, and gave a bit of a pose folding her hands behind her head and puffing out her chest, “Oh yeah, you won't believe how many tips people give me just for wearing stuff like this. I kind of like wearing it too! Very punk!”
“That's not the only tip I'd like to give her!”
Lincoln shooed away that thought, he would rather try to at least take talking to Sam seriously.
Sam took a seat on the futon and patted the space next to her, “Make yourself at home!”
Lincoln sat next to her, trying to hide his erection and hoping she didn't notice it.
“So...you go to the Burnt Bean often?”
Lincoln shrugged, “Not really, today I was at the coffee shop to help out my friend Stella.”
“The girl you were on a date with?”
Lincoln shook his head, “We're not dating, we uh, she has this 'on again, off again' thing with this other girl at school...and she's looking to just move on from that.”
“Ah, young love! Why doesn't she just date you? You're a good guy.”
“Yeah, Stella could use a good fucking from me. She's just shy.”
“We uh...we kind of want to just stick to being friends and not rock the boat we have.”
“Oh...yeah, I get that. Not really wanting to try to see if you can be anything more. Sometimes you can't go back to the way you were before with someone if you try to do something you both aren't ready for.”
“Yeah, exactly...”
The two went quiet for a little while until Sam broke the silence, “You said you wanted to talk about what happened with you and Ronnie Anne?”
“Oh..yeah, that. You okay if we talk about it?”
“Of course! You helped me out plenty with being our manager for a short while. Still super impressive how you got us gigs when we started getting serious about being a band.”
“Thanks...well, I think I need to start off by talking about these thoughts I keep having in my head.”
“Thoughts you ought to act on. I want to fuck this girl and so do you.”
Lincoln slapped the back of his head a bit.
Sam looked a bit confused, “Um, what thoughts?”
“So I've been well...I've been having these abrasive thoughts lately. Not sure where they keep coming from. It's me, but it's not what I'd usually think. They started coming up when I met this girl who really wanted to uh...have sex with me.”
Sam smirked a bit, “Really? Did you?”
“Um...yes.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes...a lot...I mean, I've had sex before with Ronnie Anne when we were still a thing...but like, after we did she well...she broke it off. Telling me it wasn't going to work.”
Sam's smile fell, “How come?”
Lincoln shook his head, “The whole long-distance thing. We'd only see each other in person a few times out of the year. She told me it wasn't my fault...that part didn't really hurt.”
“Okay, so, what part did hurt?”
Lincoln sighed, “...she started having a relationship with this guy she was 'friends' with. She even sent me a picture of them mid-sex.”
“Oh my God...”
“Rotten whore thought she could get a better guy than me, well she can go fuck herself into a ditch!”
Lincoln sank in the futon, “Things...didn't work out well with them, so she dumped him a few weeks later. Then shacks up with another guy friend...and that started some cycle. She's on like, her sixth guy now.”
“Lincoln?”
“Yeah?”
“It's not your fault. She didn't leave you because you did anything. You didn't do anything to her, did you?”
“Not that I remember. She kept apologizing when she did break it off, saying it wasn't my fault.”
“Well, it wasn't. She seems to be the one who wanted to be with other guys while in a relationship...
Lincoln nodded, he curled his head into his chest a bit as he looked down at his feet.
“Dude, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You're going to turn her off with that bullshit.”
“Lincoln?” Sam gently put a hand on his shoulder.
“I think...I think I'm thinking that abrasive stuff because I want to do the same thing she did. Just go through women. I've been trying to keep myself from acting on them. Even when I really want to.”
“Ha! You finally admit it!”
“Well...are you in a serious relationship right now?” Sam asked.
Lincoln shrugged, “Honestly, I don't know. Does having sex with someone you just met put you in a relationship?”
“Uh...not really? That sounds like, super casual, dude.”
“And your candyass keeps thinking you have something serious with that girl who's name you can't remember.”
Lincoln sighed, “Honestly, even if it is, I don't really want to act the same way Ronnie Anne is acting. It just seems kind of...bad for her, you know?”
Sam shrugged, “Not really. I've seen Luna act that way...she always looked like she was on top of the world. That she could have anyone she wanted at any given time. Even me. Even my brother...”
“Whoa, what? What the hell?”
“Yeah...uh...my little brother, you remember him?”
“Simon?”
“Yeah...a few years back he volunteered to roadie with us...Luna worked her magic-”
“Uh, that's enough details, please.” Lincoln told her.
Sam nodded, “That...that one hurt the most I think. Luna got pregnant soon after. And after that, I was done giving her excuses.”
The two were quiet again...though this time the air felt more heavy and uncomfortable.
“I uh...I almost wish I could unhear that...” Lincoln admitted.
“Yeah, sorry...” Sam looked down, very guilty and hurt.
“Ah, don't apologize. I poured my heart out and well...I guess this turned into a sharing jam session.”
Sam giggled a bit, “That's kinda cute of you to say.”
Lincoln blushed a bit, “Uh, thanks...heh...”
Sam got up quick off the futon, “Hey, stay right there, let me get you something.”
“Huh? Uh, okay.”
Lincoln watched Sam walk to the kitchen area. She opened up the fridge and bent over to get something on the bottom shelf, her butt up in the air. Lincoln turned his head a bit, and took some deep breaths to not get aroused. Sam then came walking back with a few bottles. “Want something to drink?” she asked.
“Is...is that beer?” Lincoln asked.
Sam giggled, “They're wine coolers. Ever had any?”
“Eh...Rusty's dad gave us beer to drink when he turned eighteen and Liam's Mee Maw once let us try her moonshine...both times I think we all didn't handle it too well.”
“Well...these at least have a better taste to them. You don't have to try it, but I thought it'd help to make up for the awkward imagery.”
Lincoln was quiet for a moment, and reached a hand out. Sam handed him a cold bottle. Lincoln twisted off the cap and looked around for a place to put it.
“Eh, just put it on the coffee table. I clean up the place every week for meditation.” Sam told him.
“Oh, thanks...heh...” Lincoln did so, Sam put the cap from her bottle next to his.
“Cheers!” Sam announced as she started chugging her bottle.
Lincoln put his lips to the bottle and took a sip. The sugar and fruity taste danced on his tongue and he went to drink more. Soon enough, his bottle was empty.
“Hehe, did you like it?” Sam asked, a bit bubbly.
“Yeah...that tasted good! Way better than-” Lincoln then belched in Sam's face.
Sam laughed, “Wow Lincoln, very classy.”
“Heh...sorry...” Lincoln set the bottle down.
“Want another?” Sam asked.
“Sure!”
…
Soon enough, the coffee table had about a dozen empty bottles and caps on top of it. Meanwhile, Lincoln had his tongue down Sam's throat as the two held each other on the futon.
Lincoln pulled away to breathe a bit and Sam giggled at him, “You're in quite the mood Linky.”
“It's not my fault I wanna do things to pretty women.”
Sam giggled more, “Hehehe, you think I'm pretty!”
Lincoln breathed a bit heavily as he was sweating, he rubbed his forehead with his arm, “Ugh, Saaam, your beer made me hot...”
Sam just smiled and poked at his shirt, “You need to wear less like me, hehe, hic!”
Lincoln then pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers, the pants fell to the floor and a bulge in Lincoln's underwear rose up nearly bopping Sam in the nose.
“Oooh! Not bad Linky! Hehehe!” Sam giggled as she poked Lincoln's hard on.
Lincoln groaned, “Don't do that, it hurts my dick. I'm hard enough as it is with you wearing that stuff.”
“Aww, I'm sowwy...hehe...how about I help you with that to make up for it?” Sam teased a little.
“Sure, it'd be better than me just yanking myself off all over you.”
Sam had a bit of a nervous smile and blushed, “Oh my...what about that girlfriend of yours though?”
Lincoln gave her a sneer, “Maan, fuck her! She f-fucking ghosted me. And it-it's not like I OWE her anything! Fuck, I don't even know her name!”
Sam had her hands in his undies and groping his manhood, “Oh, you bad boy! She's missing out on this amazing thing you have here...hehe!”
“Are you gonna keep teasing or are you gonna suck my dick?” Lincoln asked.
Sam let go and got up off the futon, she put her hands on Lincoln's shoulders, “Heh, heh, now don't be so mean there big bad Linc. I'll do ya something better.”
“Yeah, what?”
Sam let go of Lincoln and put her hands on her short shorts and pulled them down with ease. Underneath was her light blue g-string which had a nice wet spot on her crotch. “How about we take this session to bed? You can plug your big bad bass into my amp.”
Lincoln put a hand on her cheek, “Better hurry or I'll just fuck you right here.”
Sam squealed a little, and quickly moved out of the way, heading for her bed at the back of the apartment. Lincoln was close behind, his undies falling onto the floor as he speed-walked after her. Sam made it to the bed first and leaned over on it, putting her hands on both sides of her g-string and slowly pulling it down.
Lincoln's dick nearly pierced her sex-hole right then and there.
“Woah! You are that eager!” Sam teased.
Lincoln slapped her ass, “Come on! Or I'll start without you!”
“I'd like to see you TRYYYY!”
Lincoln had already stuck a finger in Sam's pre-soaked vagina, twirling it around once before sticking in another. “Heh, are you always this loose?”
“Only when I drink with someone I like! Hehe!” Sam pulled off her shirt. There was no bra underneath. Her nipples hard from the stimulation.
Lincoln pulled out his fingers a bit and pulled the wall open a bit to stick his log in. It started to penetrate Sam as she bent over.
“Ooooooh ahhhh, don't be afraid to get rough Linky. I'm road tested.”
Hearing that strengthened the white haired young man's desire, he slapped her ass again as he stuck his dick in. He then moved his hands up to grab onto Sam's shoulder blades, pushing her down onto his rod as he fucked her.
Sam let out gasps and moans, mainly at a loss of words. In her mind muddied with lust and booze she could vaguely remember she just met up with what used to be a sweet young boy who was now a bad boy riding her hard.
The rational Lincoln was gone. His more lustful self had taken the reigns, wanting to douse the pent up fury he had towards the women who wronged him into the outlet he held in his hands. He gripped tighter and bucked his hips harder. A brief worry about bruising this woman was brushed away when he realized he was about to bust a nut inside her. And he came quick before he could say anything.
“AH! OW! Lincoln! You're hurting me!” Sam squealed, tears starting to come out of her eyes.
Lincoln loosened his grip but didn't let go. He held his hips up on her ass as he finished his climax. He let go only to rub his hands down her back.
“Wha...whoa...damn Linc, you got some grip.” Sam wiped the tears away as she regained her composure.
“Thanks...heh...” Lincoln was still inside her.
“Did...did you just...uh...”
“Uh...” Lincoln now pulled out, semen dripping from his urethra and her labia.
Sam wasn't sure what to make of this. She turned around on the bed and looked up at the figure who now seemed to be towering over her. In her muddled mind, something clicked. She backed up on the bed and laid down. She opened her legs spread-eagle for Lincoln.
“Make me yours.”
A few seconds later, Lincoln got up on the bed on his knees before her and entered her again. She reached around his back as he drove his already primed cock into her wet hole. A hole that may as well be his. He humped her body like a rabbit in March.
There were no words as they mated. Just panting, grunts, moans, gasps, and maybe even a squeak. They were fucking like animals.
After a while, after Lincoln had ravaged her hole enough, the young man's balls tightened again, ready to fill up her cavern. This time he subconsciously tried to pull out, but Sam pulled him close.
She put her lips against his and invaded his mouth with her tongue. Lincoln nearly bit it off, but returned her tongue with his.
This brought the both of them to climax, and Sam let go.
Having been spent, Lincoln pulled himself up and pulled his dick out of Sam, moving off of her and slumping off to her side. He exhaled profusely, “Fuck...I think my balls are empty.”
Sam dug her middle and index fingers in her pussy, and pulled out a thick white substance, “I'll bet, you busted like...I dunno, four times inside me?”
Lincoln fell down with his back on the bed “Tired...you smell nice Sam...”
Sam looked down at the sleepy boy who was now down for the count. She curled up on him to enjoy the afterglow and pulled a bed sheet over them.
“This went way farther than I thought it would...”
...
Lincoln's head felt like it was hit by a dump truck and his mouth felt about as dry as the Mojave.
“Oh no...”
He tried to move himself but felt something very warm on him. He looked towards the warm thing to see Sam's face nuzzling into his chest.
“...oh no.”
He heard a buzzing sound on the floor, he looked down to see his cell phone telling him he had several unanswered messages.
“...oh no.”
“Heh, maybe it's that Cookie girl. You can have her for seconds!”
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