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Out of Hand	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17155 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 8: ¡Qué Grande!
Lincoln could not have been happier. He had never really realized how much he’d wanted to have sex with Ronnie Anne until they actually did it. Lincoln had enjoyed all kinds of sex with dozens of girls and women over the past several months, but none of them had given him an afterglow that was still going when he woke up in the morning. Yes, he was tired, and yes, he had a backlog of schoolwork, but he could catch up on sleep and homework when the holidays were over.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and Lincoln and Ronnie Anne spent almost all of it together, albeit with other members of their enormous families. Between people and luggage, the Casagrandes hadn't had much room for gifts in their car, so they had decided to put off their Christmas shopping until they got to Royal Woods. Lincoln, Lori, and Leni therefore accompanied the whole Casagrande clan on an expedition to the mall, where they also had lunch at the food court and went ice skating at the rink that was one of the mall's central features in the wintertime. Ronnie Anne would laugh when Lincoln fell on his butt, but she never failed to give him a hand up—and to keep holding his hand as they skated side by side.
The sun set early during Michigan winters; by the time the shopping was done, all traces of daylight had faded from the sky. The two families had a big Christmas Eve dinner at the Loud house featuring pork tamales and delectable chicken pozole verde stew made by Ronnie Anne's grandmother, with Lynn Sr happily serving as her sous chef. Then most of the Casagrandes headed for their FlightC&C rental house for the night.
Among the nonstop activities of the day, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne hadn't had a minute to themselves to talk about what they might do that night when the others were asleep. Even so, when Lincoln turned out his bedroom light, he was virtually certain that Ronnie Anne would appear for another night of passionate fun.
Sure enough, before too long, the bedroom door creaked open. Lincoln left the light off, but he turned on his side and looked toward the door.
In his sexiest voice, he said, “Hey, Ronnie A- Wait, what?”
The shadowy figure before him was much too tall to be Ronnie Anne. And much too curvy, too. Which meant that it couldn’t be any of his sisters, either.
“Hello, Lincoln,” the mysterious visitor said in a mellow, sultry voice.
Even though her shape was distinctive, it took hearing her voice for Lincoln to actually identify the person standing before him.
“Carlota?”
“That's right.”
He felt her sit down on the edge of his bed.
“You know,” Carlota said, “Ronnie Anne and I share a lot of things. I mean, it's mostly me sharing hair and makeup tips with her—which she almost never uses—but after I heard her screaming in the middle of the night last night, I made her confess what the two of you were up to. And then she told me that if I came to your room tonight, I might get a very nice Christmas surprise.”
For a moment, Lincoln wondered why Ronnie Anne had done this—and why she hadn't given him a heads-up about it. Then he realized that this was probably meant to be a Christmas surprise for him, too.
And regardless of what Lincoln's brain thought about this unexpected encounter, Lincoln's dick seemed to be clearly in favor of it, as it was already beginning to erect a three-ring circus tent in his pajama bottoms. And, Lincoln thought, why shouldn't it? Carlota was shapely as hell, and she was clearly here for sex—with Ronnie Anne's encouragement, no less. Why not allow nature to take its course?
“Well,” Lincoln replied, sitting up, “I hope you'll think it's nice.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her as he ran a hand down her back. She was wearing a fairly ordinary nightgown—heavy cotton, from the feel of it, with just a little lace around the collar—but she had something on underneath. And the moment the kiss was over, Carlota pulled the nightgown up and off to show Lincoln what it was: a white lace bra that hugged her substantial breasts, and matching white panties that stretched across her wide hips like a net across a tennis court. Like such a net, the panties concealed very little of what was on the other side.
It excited Carlota to be showing her lingerie-clad body to her cousin's little boyfriend. Despite having an active dating life, she'd only dressed up like this for a couple of guys, and never for a cute young boy like Lincoln. But now, she had a chance to indulge her secret fetish for adolescent boys in a way she'd never thought she could. It was a good thing that after Ronnie Anne told her about Lincoln, Carlota had time to do a bit more shopping—both at Elizabeth's Mystery and at the drugstore. She had just put the foil-wrapped condom she'd brought with her on Lincoln's dresser; she would grab it when the right moment arrived.
She sat down on the bed with him, and the kissing turned to full-on making out. Lincoln, anxious to see the lush-bodied Latina's titties, reached behind her and expertly unfastened her bra strap. Then he broke off their kiss so he could pull the bra away from her body and admire her plump, thick-nippled breasts.
“Nice,” he said.
Unbeknownst to Lincoln, Ronnie Anne had indeed come to his bedroom—but not when he’d thought she would. She had slipped into the room just before Lincoln finished brushing his teeth, then pushed his dresser just far enough away from the wall to hide herself behind it by the time he came in to get into bed. Being so slim, Ronnie Anne found it a reasonably comfortable hiding place, at least after she’d used her hand to sweep away the bigger dust-bunnies.
Now, Ronnie Anne couldn’t help but grin as she watched the scene around the edge of the dresser. She hadn’t sent Carlota on this secret rendezvous with Lincoln merely out of the kindness of her heart; Ronnie Anne also wanted to see how her teenage cousin would react to Lincoln’s cock, and to his skills in bed. Carlota might have been older and more experienced in the dating arena, but Ronnie Anne doubted her prima would respond like anything less than a total noob when confronted with Lincoln’s gifts. Even though Ronnie Anne would have loved to have Lincoln and his gorgeous cock all to herself for another night, this would be pretty damn fun, too. Besides, having such a big family to shop for, Ronnie Anne hadn't been able to get either Lincoln or Carlota much of a Christmas present, and this was better than anything she could buy for them. Perhaps most importantly, making Carlota a co-conspirator would keep her from telling anyone what she'd overheard the previous night.
Lincoln, now looking at Carlota’s round, bare titties, couldn’t resist their invitingly stiff brown nipples. He bent his head down and began sucking one of them while he fondled the other.
“Oooooh,” Carlota murmured, closing her eyes and holding Lincoln’s head in her hands. “You really know what you’re doing…”
Oh yeah he does, Ronnie Anne thought.
Ronnie Anne pulled her purple pajama top up and off, then resumed watching the bedroom action as she played with her own little brown nipples, imagining herself in Carlota’s place. She bet having Lincoln suck her tits would be even more fun if she had nice plump ones like Carlota’s, and Ronnie Anne hoped she had plenty of breast development still to come.
In the bedroom, as Lincoln continued his masterful pleasuring of Carlota's breasts, the teenager unbuttoned Lincoln's orange pajama top. She was surprised to see how fit he looked; his abs and pecs had more definition than those of most boys Lincoln’s age. But Carlota got a much bigger surprise when Lincoln slipped a hand into her panties and began to toy skillfully with her clit.
“Ooooh, Lincoln,” Carlota moaned softly, “you definitely know what you’re doing.” Then, breathily, she added, “Let me take off my panties.”
Lincoln was happy to take back his hand so that Carlota could stand up and slip off her lacy white undies. He smiled at the sight of her bush, which had been shaved to a thin black strip.
“As I like to say,” Carlota said, “every season is bikini season.”
She sat back down on the bed, and she and Lincoln kissed some more while he resumed playing with her pussy, his hand now unimpeded by underclothing. It didn’t take long before Carlota was panting and had to break off the kiss.
“Lincoln,” she breathed in his ear, “when Ronnie Anne said you were good at this, I thought she meant you were good for an eleven-year-old, not that you were good, period.”
“And this is just how I play third base,” Lincoln replied. “You should see me slide into home.”
Hearing Lincoln say “slide in” made Carlota even wetter. She glanced at the sizeable bulge in his pajama bottoms and decided that she needed to know what was under there.
“Take your cock out for me,” she panted. “I wanna see it.”
Lincoln stood up and pulled down his pajama bottoms. Now that Carlota’s eyes were fully adapted to the low light, she could see Lincoln perfectly, and she couldn't help but gawk at the substantial erection he had just revealed.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “Even Lalo isn't hung like that!”
Behind the dresser, Ronnie Anne stifled a snicker. She'd long suspected that Carlota had at least tried fucking Lalo, the Casagrandes' huge family dog.
Carlota couldn’t help herself; she was so surprised and delighted by this young boy's outsized cock that she grabbed it by the base with both hands and began licking and sucking the head like crazy. Now it was Lincoln’s turn to moan, closing his eyes.
“Ooooh, yeah,” he breathed. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “You look so hot with a cock in your mouth…”
Her body reminded Lincoln of his mom's, and that was a very good thing in his opinion. With those more-than-a-handful breasts and especially those impossibly wide hips, Carlota looked like she was built to be impregnated. Lincoln was sure that a girl her age wouldn't have come to him for sex without being on some kind of birth control, but it would still be fun to think about knocking her up while he was fucking her. And given how aroused she obviously was, Lincoln didn't see any reason not to start the fucking right now.
“Want to find out what it feels like in your pussy?” he asked Carlota.
Carlota gave Lincoln’s member one more long, intense suck, then released it from her mouth.
“Oh yes,” she said breathily, her eyes locked on Lincoln's member. “More than anything.”
In the back of her mind, Carlota knew that there was something she was supposed to be remembering right now. Something she had been planning to do, or maybe to say, when this moment came. But as she looked at Lincoln's hard cock and imagined its thick head pushing between the folds of her pussy and then into her body, there was no way she could recall what it was. The only thing she wanted to do right now was what she did: lie back on the bed and spread her legs wide.
“Put it in me, Lincoln,” she breathed. “Fuck me like the little studmuffin you are.”
Lincoln got on top of her, happily nestling his face between her plump tits. He didn't need to look down between her legs to find his mark; the heat that radiated from Carlota's pussy told him everything he needed to know about where to aim his cock. He put the head at her entrance and pushed in slowly but firmly.
“Oooooh, so big,” Carlota moaned. Then, panting, she said, “Put it all the way in me, Lincoln. Push it in deep, so my womb can give it a kiss.”
Lincoln had never received an invitation quite like that one, but he definitely found it appealing. So he kept pushing until his cockhead was pressed against Carlota's cervix.
“OMG, that feels so good,” Carlota breathed in his ear. She squirmed a bit beneath him to make sure that the contact between her womb-gate and his cock was as full and intimate as possible.
“Oh, really good,” Lincoln agreed, feeling his cockhead press firmly against her inner entrance. “Now, ready to get fucked?”
“More than ready,” Carlota gasped.
Lincoln started pumping her slowly. Ronnie Anne watched with extreme interest: Not only was Lincoln fucking Carlota an exciting sight, but if she raised her head a little, Ronnie Anne could see something else exciting that neither Lincoln nor Carlota could: the condom that Carlota had brought, sitting forgotten on Lincoln’s dresser, still in its foil wrapper.
Carlota can’t be on any birth control, Ronnie Anne thought. She’d have talked my ear off about it if she were; she never misses a chance to remind me that she’s the mature older cousin. She must have been counting on that condom for protection.
Smirking, Ronnie Anne thought, Well, there’s no way I can tell them about the condom without giving myself away and spoiling things for Carlota. For the sake of her happiness, I guess I’ll just have to stay here and watch Lincoln ride her bareback…and spin the wheel on knocking her up.
Not having bothered to wear panties tonight, Ronnie Anne pulled up the hem of her nightgown and started rubbing her clit. She was discovering that it really turned her on to watch Lincoln fuck Carlota while knowing that very soon, he would be shooting millions of sperm into her fertile, unprotected womb. And it was exciting to imagine herself in Carlota’s place, with a body like hers, being fucked by that big-cocked boy with his face between her tits and his hands on her wide, childbearing hips.
Lincoln, hearing Carlota pant with excitement and feeling the utter stiffness of her nipples as he squeezed and fondled her big tits, started fucking the teenager faster. Carlota went from panting to moaning, softly but continuously.
“Yes,” Carlota gasped. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me Lincoln, your cock feels so good, don’t stop, don’t ever stop…”
Carlota meant every word of it. In that moment, she wanted Lincoln on top of her and inside her and fucking her until the end of time. She wanted to spend eternity with her legs spread wide and Lincoln’s young, strong body on hers, pumping her deep, pleasuring her in places no other boy had even touched.
Lincoln squeezed Carlota’s big breasts harder and increased his fuck-pace a little more. Carlota may have been a teenager, but her body was so womanly and so seemingly fertile that Lincoln’s deep-seated urge to impregnate was taking hold of him. Even though he knew in his rational mind that she was almost certainly on birth control, he needed to shoot inside her, to fill her womb with his seed, to imagine starting his child growing in her womb.
“Gotta…go…harder…” he grunted in Carlota’s ear. And then he started fucking her at full speed.
“Oh yes! Oh God yes!” Carlota gasped, lifting her legs in the air so Lincoln could pound her to her depths. “Fuck me, fuck me deep and hard, fuck me fuck me fuck me!”
Lincoln pumped her hard, feeling his climax building and building inside him, and then he grunted “NNNNNNGH!” as cum geysered from his cock and shot hot and thick up into Carlota’s depths. The teenage girl screamed “NNNNHHHHHH!” through her teeth and clutched Lincoln to her with her arms and legs, keeping his cock buried in her to the hilt while he shot gout after gout of seed through the barrier of her cervix and into her waiting womb.
Ronnie Anne, who had been rubbing her clit faster and faster in time with Lincoln and Carlota’s fucking, imagined all that cum shooting up into her and suppressed a scream as she, too, climaxed hard.
After he and Carlota finally finished cumming, Lincoln stayed on top of her and kept his cock inside her, as he liked to do. Especially, in this case, because it allowed him to pillow his head on Carlota's nice, plump tits as he caught his breath.
Attaboy, Lincoln, Ronnie Anne thought. If you keep your cock in her, she won’t see your cum leaking out of her pussy and remember to use the condom.
It only took Lincoln a minute or so to recover. Then he raised his head and looked at Carlota's face.
“Ready for more?” Lincoln asked brightly.
Carlota, still panting a little, looked at him in surprise.
“Really? Already? Wow.”
“You’ve got such a great ass,” Lincoln replied eagerly, “that I really wanna do you doggystyle.”
“Oh, well, if you like it that much,” Carlota said, her own libido starting to rise again, “I suppose I could let you play with it.”
Lincoln rose up off of Carlota until he was kneeling between her thick thighs. But he kept the first few inches of his cock in Carlota's pussy.
“You like how it feels inside me, huh?” the teenager teased.
“A lot,” Lincoln replied honestly.
“Let's keep you in there, then.”
Carlota raised one leg and pulled her knee almost to her chest so that she could turn herself over without Lincoln's cock leaving her pussy for even a moment. Then she got up on all fours, with Lincoln kneeling behind her and holding her broad, curvaceous ass with both hands. The boy took a moment to admire it.
“Oh yeah,” he said, squeezing one of her asscheeks. “Very nice.”
“Thanks,” Carlota replied naughtily. “You can squeeze it as much as you want while you're fucking me.”
Lincoln pushed the rest of his length back into her. Now that Carlota was used to his size, Lincoln didn't feel the need to take it too easy, so it was only a moment before his cockhead was snug against her cervix again.
“Ohhh, Lincoln,” Carlota moaned. “You fill me up so nice…”
Hearing her say “fill me up” made Lincoln think about filling up her womb with his seed, which spurred him to start pumping her. Feeling his hips press against the soft plushness of her ass was a pleasure he'd experienced with only a few of his partners to date, none of whom were as young and well-toned as Carlota.
Ronnie Anne started rubbing her clit again. She supposed it wasn't surprising that Lincoln had been able to start in again so soon, but it certainly was arousing to watch. Especially if it meant that Lincoln would soon be shooting another load of his seed into Carlota's fertile womb.
As Ronnie Anne watched them fuck and listened to their soft moans, she wondered how Carlota would react if, a month or two from now, she discovered that Lincoln had knocked her up. Would she be mad? If she was, the only person she could rightly be mad at was herself; after all, she could hardly expect an eleven-year-old to be more conscientious than she was regarding birth control. Or maybe she'd just freak out, fearing the shame—among other things—that would come if people found out she'd been impregnated by a young boy.
Or maybe she'd be happy. If she chose to be a single mom, she'd have her big family to help her. And if she wanted Lincoln to be involved, well, wouldn't it be grand if he moved to Great Lakes City and could be both Carlota's lover and Ronnie Anne's?
Carlota, meanwhile, wasn't thinking about any of this. Her sole focus was on moving her ass in time with Lincoln's thrusts so that his magnificent cock could get balls-deep in her on each slow thrust. Feeling his firm grip on her hips and the equally firm press of his cockhead against her cervix each time he pushed into her, Carlota realized that Lincoln was stronger than he looked. Which she probably would have noticed a few minutes earlier, given how hard he'd pounded her pussy during their previous fuck, except that she'd been too caught up in the intense pleasure of being fucked by Lincoln to notice much of anything.
All these thoughts were making Carlota hornier. So she moaned, “Faster, Lincoln. Fuck me faster…and harder…”
Happy to accommodate Carlota's wishes, Lincoln fucked her ever more vigorously. His thrusts grew faster and more forceful until his slim hips were literally bouncing off Carlota's plush ass after every thrust into her. The bouncing kept Lincoln from having to expend much energy on pulling out and thus allowed him to focus on pushing back in, enabling him to pound the teenager's hot, tight pussy even harder.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” cried Carlota.
Clearly, the curvaceous young Latina was now far too horny to remember to be discreet. Lincoln tried reaching forward and putting his hand over her mouth—a trick he'd used a few times when fucking enthusiastic girls in closets, bathrooms, and empty classrooms at school—but because they were in doggy position and Carlota was nearly a head taller than Lincoln, he couldn't reach far enough forward to cover her mouth and keep pounding her plush ass full throttle at the same time.
I'll just have to make her hurry up and cum, Lincoln thought eagerly.
So he pounded her pussy as hard as he could. Carlota went from shouting to screaming, and then she cried out “AAAAIIII!” as she came. Lincoln, excited by Carlota's wild abandon, shouted “HAAAAH!” and shot another load deep inside her.
Carlota, gasping, collapsed forward onto the bed. Soon, she was enveloped by a feeling of joy and well-being so intense that she felt as though she were floating on a cloud, or among the stars. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that such a young boy could fuck her so hard, let alone with a cock so large, or satisfy her so completely.
“Ohhhh, Lincoln,” she sighed, her eyes closed. “I never knew it could be this good…”
Lincoln smiled. Other girls had said this to him, but most of them had been virgins and therefore had no basis for comparison. Hearing it from a girl who presumably had at least a little sexual experience was even more flattering. Especially when she had cum flowing thickly from her gaping pussy and didn't even seem to be aware of it.
Carlota lay there for several minutes. Her post-orgasmic haze only dissipated when she realized that she'd better get back to Lori and Leni's room before one of them woke up to go to the bathroom or something and found her missing. So she got up, silently kissed Lincoln on the lips, and slipped out the door.
As soon as the door shut, Ronnie Anne emerged from behind the dresser and hopped into Lincoln's bed, where the boy lay gazing contentedly up at the ceiling.
“Hope you're not too tired to give me a piece of that action,” she murmured in his ear.
Lincoln was tired, but there was no way he was going to miss out on another chance to have sex with Ronnie Anne.
“Oh, I'll always save you a piece,” Lincoln replied. Then he kissed her deeply before helping her out of her nightgown.
Carlota was tiptoeing down the hall to get cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to her air mattress in Lori and Leni's room. Then she suddenly remembered the condom she'd brought with her. In her mind's eye, she saw the square foil packet sitting on Lincoln's dresser, untouched. Her dark eyebrows rose for a moment, then came back down.
“Oh well,” she murmured to herself. “Like Mom says, Que será, será.”
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The penultimate chapter approaches! - Chapter 9: I Literally Need It
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