Mcribbed with Cheese

For everyone who read Part 1 - thanks so much for reading, rating and commenting on my first attempt of writing my way out of a paper bag. For any newcomers, this might not make much sense, so please check out Part 1 here:

https://www.literotica.com/s/mcribbed

Or don't, I ain't your mum - live on the wild side!

Part 2

Beth woke up at around 10am the next morning - thanks goodness it was Saturday. She never understood why people said "Happy Friday" as most people still went to work. Saturday's are infinitely better.

Derek's girlfriend Mathilda crashed round last night. Beth and Mathilda got on like a house on fire but fuck, was she loud in the bedroom. Proper guttural shrieks through the wall - like Pazuzu was joining in. Sometimes Beth could hear Derek which would make her bits heal over. Beth had definitely earned her lie-in due to the shit night's sleep, so she treated herself to The Lost Boys on DVD and a DIY session as her lovely David got her in the mood.

Beth and Derek had lived together for nearly 8 years since their folks split up and their mum fucked off to the States to live with some random dude she met online. They got on pretty well all but were fast approaching the point where they needed their own space. Derek was a good older brother - he always had her back. Like all older sibling though, he did think he knew best. All. The. Fucking. Time.

And his farts were grim. He'd often knock on her bedroom door, open it a smidge so his bare arse-crack could poke in and let out a foul trump. Bastard.

"Ahahahaha! You really covered him in milkshake?"

"And coke."

The three of them were hanging out in the kitchen after Beth dragged herself out of bed.

"And he still gave you his number?" chuckled Derek thickly through a mouthful of toast. "He must be desperate!"

Mathilda piped in. "Fuck off Derek! Like you were so smooth when we first met. Sneaking your number into my pocket on the bus, then running off like a little bitch when I caught you red handed."

Beth and Mathilda both cackled.

"You weren't complaining last night!" Derek pointed out.

"What can I say, I'm glad I took pity on you." said Mathilda with a cheeky wink. "Where's he taking you tonight then Beth?"

"The Black Cauldron." replied Beth, still giggling. "Nice and chilled for a first date. Then he's treating me to a Maccies. I may have to marry this one."

The day continued with laughter, piss taking, anime on the telly and a spot of gaming. Beth ruled supreme on Timesplitters 2. Derek and Mathilda left in the early evening to go to the cinema ("Let me know if he's dodgy with you sis and I'll have the twat!") leaving Beth to get ready. She was nervous, but in a good way. She put on jeans and a Dr Who T-Shirt and left for the pub.

The rain had passed and it was mercifully mild that evening. Beth arrived at the pub, took a deep breath and opened the heavy doors. It was a typical alternative British pub - wooden trim everywhere, the smell of stale beer hung in the air and decent rock music playing. It was pretty busy but Beth had no problem spotting Godfrey at a table in the corner. He grinned and stood to greet her when he saw her.

"Hey Beth!" stammered Godfrey. She was relieved to see he was nervous too, but he was confident enough to give her a kiss on the cheek. Beth blushed.

"I love your T-shirt!"

Beth's Dr Who T-Shirt was one of those random but awesome bootleg ones from Camden Market, showing a pictorial equation of the Tardis + Sonic Screwdriver = Hat & Stripey Scarf.

"The Dalek's scared the shit out of me when I was a kid." confessed Godfrey.

"Pansy!" smiled Beth. "It's the Weeping Angels that get under my skin."

Godfrey insisted that Beth take a seat while he got her a drink. He thought he'd hit the jackpot when she ordered the same ale as him (Bishop's Finger for the win!) and the night was full of similar revelations.

They both loved McDonald's but hated gherkins, adored shoot em ups and RPGs, and loved schlokey 80s movies. Both a bit pissed, they left the pub and stumbled to McDonald's.

"That was awesome of you to speak to the manager to get those free drinks yesterday. I hate making complaints like that. It was my fault for the mess anyway."

They'd finished their McDonald's and Godfrey had walked Beth to the end of her road.

"No problem, they took so long serving everyone, I felt compelled to make a teeny bit of a scene. I secretly love complaining!" laughed Godfrey, slightly swaying.

"As long as you're polite and are careful with people preparing your food." Beth replied, with a look of mock concern on her face.

"Always." said Godfrey. She could tell he was plucking up the courage to make a move. He reached up and brushed her hair behind an ear, and leaned in slowly, just in case she backed off. Beth smiled at his consideration, grabbed his belt and pulled him in.

They kissed - the perfect amount of tongue and they could both taste the McDonald's on eachother, which made them both giggle mid kiss.

"Mmmmm." Beth couldn't help herself.

Beth and Godfrey were naked, standing in the dark, kissing enthusiastically. Beth felt Godfrey's hands cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. He then ran his hands down her sides and across her butt. She fell back with him on top of her and landed in something soft, sticky and warm. She wrapped her legs around his waste and noticed melted cheese stretching from her calves.

She looked around her and noticed they were in a gigantic Philly Stack! She grabbed handfuls of cheese and put it in his mouth as they writhed around. Beth felt his cock against her thigh and grabbed it with her cheese covered hand and started to rub back and forth. She flipped him over and carried on playing with his juicy member whilst pinning him down. She then noticed a shadow overhead.

Someone was placing the top bun on the burger. It wasn't a huge Philly Stack - they were tiny and were in a burger about to be served! The bun landed on them, pressing them together. They wriggled towards the edge and managed to poke their heads out - only to see a huge smiling mouth about to take a bite...

Beth shook herself out of the "fantasy" and tried to play it cool. She knew she shouldn't have watched Attack on Titan before the date. She looked up sheepishly. Godfrey noticed the same look on her face when she zoned out in Maccies. "Where do you go?" He asked smiling, stroking her face.

Beth grinned. "You really wanna know? That's a second date revelation."

"It's a date." And he leaned in to kiss Beth again.

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Beth's eyes opened and struggled to adjust to the dark. She felt soft but manly fingers tracing down her naked side. Her nerve endings fired to the touch, waves of tingles rushed throughout her body, she was even wetter than she was earlier. Godfrey was pressed up against her in spoons - his mouth kissing and gently gnawing at her shoulder. His hand snaked round to her front and in-between her thighs, which she opened willingly. She took his hand and, with fingers intertwined, guided him towards her clitoris.

The second date had gone very well indeed.

"Holy shit!" Godfrey laughed, barely hiding how red he'd gone "and your hands were full of cheese when you grabbed my winkle? Ahahaha! That could have caused all kinds of infections! Or hidden a very smeggy bell end!"

Both Beth and Godfrey were in hysterics in Godfrey's front room. Godfrey, who was sitting on the floor, rolled onto his back in fits of giggles. Beth was silently heaving on the sofa with her face in her palms, tears streaming down her face.

He lived on his own and had a nice flat above a shop on a busy high street. A Superman canvas adorned his living room wall and shelves were stacked with nerdy figures but in a classy way. Though, it had been raining again and due to a dodgy un-grounded wire, there was a risk of being electrocuted on the railings outside.

They had been for another pub date and cheated on McDonald's with a Burger King and were now enjoying some drinks back at Godfrey's. "It's my gift and my curse!" snorted Beth. "And that wasn't the first brain fart with you..." She added cheekily.

"You know I need to know the others. Tell me!"

"I don't think I will, you get one per date - and that's only if I feel like slumming it again with you."

Godfrey sat up and put his hand to his heart like she mortally wounded him. "How cutting! And how would one secure a third date with the charming Beth?"

Beth didn't say anything. She looked at him with hungry eyes and joined Godfrey on the floor, straddling him. He swallowed, looking nervous, but in the best way possible she thought. Beth ran her thumb across his bottom lip and kissed him.

Their tongues met and caressed eachother perfectly. She felt him swelling between her thighs. Beth forced Godfrey onto his back, pushed her hips into his and kissed him deeper. Millimetres of cloth separated their bits and Godfrey's cock felt amazing against her.

"Stay with him..." she pleaded to her brain, but it was no use. She felt a lurch in her stomach as the ground opened up and they both plummeted into darkness.

At first it was amazing - Beth felt weightless, naked and tangled up with Godfrey. They were making out more and more passionately when all of a sudden, she was wrenched away from him and landed roughly in a huge metal basket with something uncomfortable - long stiff edges were digging into her sides. Beth looked around and saw she surrounded by gigantic raw French Fries.

Beth tried to scream but her voice caught in her throat. She couldn't snap out of the daydream either. The basket containing the fries were being lowered into oil - heat started to radiate from beneath her. She closed her eyes when she felt steely fingers intertwine within hers, intense pleasure between legs and heard a whisper in her ear.

"I got you."

Beth opened her eyes and found herself back on Godfrey's floor. She felt his hand in hers and he was kissing her neck. His other hand had found its way inside her knickers and his middle finger was gently teasing her clit.

"Thanks" she moaned. "I've the feeling it's gonna be infinitely better here with you than any weirdness my brain could come up with"

Beth, still on top, raised her hips and Godfrey, not missing a beat - slipped in his middle finger. She sat up, feeling his finger pushing further up inside her. Beth took her TMNT t-shirt off and was impressed to find her bra was already unhooked. Off popped the bra, exposing her breasts, nipples erect in anticipation.

Godfrey reacted by doubling the number of fingers inside her, ran his other hand up her side, thumb cheekily brushing an exposed nipple. The same hand continued up, planted behind her neck and pulled her in close. She teased his open mouth with a flick of her tongue and stretched up so one of her nipples was achingly close to his lips.

Godfrey didn't hesitate to reach up with his tongue and have fun playing, finishing with a playful bite. That was it - Beth needed to get his cock out. She slowly arched her back, enjoying how Godfrey hooked his fingers so they brushed her g-spot on the way out. She roughly yanked off his shirt and worked her way down his body, dragging her lips down his stomach. She liked how he shuddered.

Beth greedily undid his jeans and started to strip off his lower half. Her pissed up state unfortunately exaggerated her clumsiness - she lost her centre of gravity as the jeans got caught around Godfrey's knees. Her arms shot behind her, she full on headbutted Godfrey square in the nuts and gave herself the mother of all carpet burns on her knee.

Godfrey must have a high pain threshold as he didn't make a noise. The only thing that gave away his agony was the wince on his face and the solitary tear rolling down his face.

"Let me make that up to you right now." Beth's horniness outweighed the embarrassment, and Godfrey's handsome cock needed her attention. She gently stroked his shaft and kissed his balls, whispering "I'm sorry baby." Her thumb move to his tip and started rubbing in a circular motion and felt his slickness underneath his foreskin. She took him into her mouth, using her lips to push back his foreskin fully. Godfrey did a sharp intake of breath.

"Ok, you're forgiven!"

Beth enjoyed trailing her tongue all over, exploring all the little sensitive spots that made Godfrey twitch. And he was just as good with his tongue - after she brought him to the point coming, he scooped her up ("careful of my fucking rug burn!") and threw her on his bed and fucked her aching bits with his mouth. She pushed his head into her when his tongue started circling her clit and she came almost instantly when he also pushed a finger deep within.

Beth needed him inside her, needed to feel him come. She pulled him up on top of her and took him by the shaft and teased his tip with her wetness. She felt him thrust against her hand, but she held firm. She massaged her clitoris with his tip, from side to side and then in circles. During this, Godfrey was tonguing her nipples, giving both more than adequate attention. Neither of them couldn't take it any longer. Beth move her hand away and Godfrey pushed himself in.

Everything went blurry as they writhed together in ecstasy. They were no longer in control - carnal hunger took over as they thrusted into eachother, mouths unable to keep apart as they both started to orgasm. Beth felt him tense and the thought of Godfrey's hot come inside her sent her over the edge.

Stars. Stars and pleasure. The whole night. All positions flowed so naturally. Spoons, 69, even a cheeky bit of bum fun. And no hint of another weird brain episode. Thank goodness it was Sunday tomorrow.

Beth awoke the next morning, unfamiliar with the surroundings. Then she remembered where she was and smiled when she saw a McDonald's breakfast waiting on the bedside table for her.

----------------------------------------------------

"Grub's up, peeps!"

Bertie, the new temp, rolled into the office with everyone's fatty Friday order. The clock just flicked to 13:00. Not only was he good looking, young and confident in a way that only 20 year old's are, he was punctual to a fault. Beth could see why Theresa hired him.

"And here's your order Bootiful Beth - Philly Stack (no gherkins), fries and a Twix Latte."

"Thank you kindly Bertie Wertie" replied Beth with a grin, but eyes only for her Maccies. "You keep flirting with me like that, my fella will get jealous!"

"You're safe darlin', playful bants innit! Trust, you're too young for my taste."

Beth looked up with an eyebrow raised as Bertie walked away. Youth of today. She tucked into her burger and thought about her planned date night at home later. Derek was at Mathilda's place and Beth and Godfrey hadn't seen eachother for nearly 2 weeks. She was gagging for some Godfrey cock. Gock? Cockfrey? Beth still hasn't decided on a name for his lovely penis just yet.

They'd been dating now for just over two months and things were going great. Godfrey was a bit nervous meeting Derek as he'd never dated someone with an older brother. Derek played Barry-Big-Bollocks for about 5 minutes before nerding out together at the stack of retro video games in the living room.

That first night was the real test though. Godfrey was hesitant at putting out with Derek in the next room. That was until Mathilda's opera singing started at around 10pm. Beth had warned him of the potential noise pollution but he'd never truly believed it until now.

"Fuuuucking hell, she's got some lungs on her." sniggered Godfrey.

"On the bright side, at least she drowns out Derek. That, is something that makes me sick up in my mouth every time."

"It's only fair you return the favour then..." said Godfrey with a cheeky glint in his eye.

He rolled Beth onto her back, kissed her on the nose and slid her knickers off. Godfrey was real good at giving lady-head - he started slow, teasing her lips gently with his tongue. Beth wiggled and pushed her hips up to meet his mouth. His tongue then slipped down just inside her before turning his attention to her clit - alternating between circling, flicking and sucking.

Beth's favourite part was when he used his fingers as well - but something was different this time. She lifted her legs and grabbed the inside of her thighs as his fingers went in, real deep. Rather than massaging, Godfrey read her body and applied pressure inside. Which made Beth giddy.

"Oh my Jesus Christ! Fuuuuuuuck!"

The noise in the next room faltered at Beth's exclamation. Godfrey smiled to himself but didn't stop. The rest of the night was like some perverse game of sex noise tennis. It culminated in Beth and Godfrey pranking Derek and Mathilda by putting one of Beth's rabbits on the adjoining wall at full power and Beth screaming her lungs out.

Derek, who legit though Beth was being murdered, burst out of his room, mid shag, to make sure Beth was OK. The joke was on Beth though - she could have gone without seeing her brother naked apart from a ball gag.

Beth wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw her rubbish in the bin. Beth was having fewer and fewer random fantasies these days. Which worked wonders for her bollockings in the office. Theresa was having to be more vindictive coming up with ways to have a go at Beth in front of everyone.

Beth's phone pinged - Godfrey was running late from work and wouldn't be round hers until later. That's fine - Beth could cram in a quick bath. She was just sending a naughty reply ("... you'll miss my soapy boobs!") when Theresa cleared her throat. Beth looked up to see Theresa glowering at her.

"On your phone again Elizabeth?"

"I'm just finishing my lunch. Is that OK?"

"It's 13:10 Elizabeth. I think we'll have to ban phones on desks for all employees if your conduct doesn't improve - how does that sound Princess Elizabeth?"

Beth pictured a giant penis crashing though the ceiling tiles and swallowing Theresa - like how the giant crocodile swallows Hook at the end of that movie. Beth wasn't angry, but she'd had enough. She stood up, with a look of confidence on her face which frightened Theresa.

"And what do you think you're..." stammered Theresa, but Beth raised a finger, which silenced her.

"Can we have a chat in your office please Theresa? Now."

The office fell silent. Theresa nodded curtly. They went to her office and shut the door. Theresa sat down and gestured to Beth to take a seat. Beth remained standing.

"What's wrong Theresa? Is everything OK?"

Theresa was stunned. "Erm, yes, erm no, erm, why do you care? You should be working!"

Beth's face remained passive but firm. "Please tell me. We all like working here and we all work hard. You know this. I understand it's hard being a manager, but people will respect you more if you mix up the "discipline" with a more positive outlook. Why are you so cross all the time?"

Theresa's lip trembled. Then everything poured out. The bullying she suffered at school and at previous jobs, the breakdown of her marriage, that she didn't have many friends. Beth sincerely felt sorry for her.

"Trust me, if you loosen up a bit - things will look up for you. You'll see."

Theresa smiled through her tears. "Thank you Beth. I will try."

"Take your time, we'll leave you in peace for the afternoon."

Beth left the office and closed the door discreetly so the rest of the office couldn't see the state Theresa was in, but Bertie was on his way back from the kitchen and caught a glance. Everyone peered around their monitors to see what was occuring. Beth gave a thumbs up and beckoned everyone to gather round.

"It's all good, I actually think things will improve. But do me a favour please? Let's keep our heads down for the rest of the day, yeah?"