Whisky And Cartoons - Sex Stories

Whisky And Cartoons

... even though I’m afraid I might poke something in there and hurt her. She doesn’t look in pain, though. Her eyes are closed and she is smiling. She says, “Oh, fuck,” about a thousand times. Suddenly, the numbness gets real bad and my penis starts twitching. I’ve hurt myself, for sure. Margie gasps and sits up, “What did you do?” Shoot, now I’ve hurt her with my dick, so I freeze. “You stupid shit,” she yells, and pushes me back until I fall on the floor on my butt. Standing and yelling she asks, “Did you come inside me?” Surprised by her question, I say, “No.” Yelling louder, “I felt something. Did you come inside?” “I don’t know. It twitched.” “I thought you had never come before. I thought you were too little. Holy shit, you came inside me. I could get pregnant, you dumb fuck. You want me to get pregnant?” That seems scarier than anything, and my dick hurts, too. “I’m sorry.” She reaches down to my dick, squeezes and pulls at the end, forcing a small drop of fluid to leak out. “That looks like come. God Damn, you came.” I’m surprised at seeing the white stuff, and I stare. “I’m sorry.” “You’re shit, is what you are.” She grabs her pajama bottoms from the floor and stomps off to the bathroom, yelling, “I can’t believe I let you do that.” I quickly pull up my pants and sit on the couch. She is really mad this time, mad enough to start hitting me. It’ll be okay, Margie never hits very hard. Not like Dad. If Dad finds out I got her pregnant, I bet he’ll use the belt. I am so ...

... scared I want to cry. Dad hates it when I cry. Margie has never seen me cry. I wrap my arms around my knees, and try to watch the cartoon. If I laugh, I can’t cry. I guess I came like Margie said, but I didn’t know it would hurt her or make her pregnant. How come this never happens to cartoon characters? I’ve never seen anything about sex in a cartoon. Nothing ever turns out right for me, either. I turn the volume down because the noise makes me want to cry more. Margie is swearing and banging things in the bathroom, so I turn it up again. I rock in the corner of the couch and try to see through the spaces in the blinds. At least my dick is starting to feel normal again. I run to the kitchen and grab a piece of candy from the jar and return. I suck hard for the sweet taste because I can still taste Margie. Margie comes back dressed in her pajamas again, sits without looking at me, and lights another cigarette. “I’m sorry.” The tears come and won’t stop. “I didn’t know that would happen.” Margie refuses to look at me as I cry in the corner of the couch, then she turns and yells, “Stop crying!” Relieved she is looking at me, I wipe my nose on my sleeve and wait. A cloud of her smoke fills the air. I scoot closer. “Are you pregnant?” “No, at least I don’t think so. You must be too little to get someone pregnant.” “How can you tell?” “You have to wait a while. I’ll get one of those tests, then I’ll know for sure.” She doesn’t sound so angry, now. “Are you going to tell my dad?” ...