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Sam Puckett wants it in her ass-hole!

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Would you like to fuck Carly right now?

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iCarly Porn Story: icarly: ihave sex

iCarly Porn Story: icarly: ihave sex

We were in the iCarly studio. Carly, Sam and I. I lost a bet with Sam and guess what the loser had to do? Strip. Sam invited a whole bunch of girls over and they (plus her and Carly) were going to watch. I had on a light blue dress shirt with a red tie and light purple jacket. I also had on a pair of jeans and some hot (if I do say so myself) underwear under the jeans. I hoped this would get girls to like me more if the girls watching thought I looked good naked. Anyway all of the girls Sam invited were outside the studio door while we set everything up. Sam invited mainly people who I would be embarrassed to strip in front of, which was mainly popular and/or cute girls.

“Are you ready to strip diphthong?” Sam asked. Apparently she had the music all ready to go (she was the one setting music). Continue reading

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Stop staring at Carly Shay’s naked tits and check out her new socks!

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Carly Shay always starts her day from getting off the couch… and getting on a rigid beef whistle!

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Bare Carly Shay demonstrates her smallish melons and cock-squeezing coochie

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iCarly Porn Story: iDare You

iCarly Porn Story: iDare You

It was the day of iCarly’s 150th webcast and Carly, Freddie and Sam decided to celebrate with a new special called iDare You. The basic premise would be that any viewer with a webcam could do a call in of sorts and dare the iCarly gang to do just about anything. This is a bad idea on the internet, of course, where people about as sick as the author of this fanfic might be watching, but the iCarly team has never been the brightest with internet safety. Like when Sam invited random iCarly viewers to take Carly to the girl’s choice dance for example. Do you know how many rapists and other freaks they probably attracted? But I digress. Freddie started the show, and at first, things went off without a hitch. Their ratings were the highest they’ve ever been, and Carly and Sam were having a great time.

About halfway in, however, Carly introduced a caller that would change the whole atmosphere of the webcast. “Okay, now let’s here the next dare from someone named John Heller. Can you here us, John?”

A man looking to be in his late teens or early twenties came onscreen. “Loud and clear, Carly. Hey guys, I’m a big fan, and I know this is weird, but I dare Carly and Sam to kiss.”

“Excuse me?” Carly managed after an awkward silence. “You want us to kiss? I’m sorry, John, but Sam and I won’t—”

“Oh, come on, Carly.” Sam protested. “You can’t say we’ll take any dare and then refuse someone just because it feels a little weird.”

“A little weird?” Carly wanted to scream. “It’s more than a little odd! He’s asking me to kiss another girl!”

Still, for whatever reason, Carly didn’t voice her opposition, and Sam took notice. As if to snatch a prize, Sam leaned in and started frenching with her 15 year old co-host, a scene fat nerds across the country were sure to put all over the internet. “Hey, thanks Sam. And you too Carly. Great show, guys!” John Heller said before disconnecting his webcam. And at that, Carly broke the kiss, though a bit disappointed to do so.

Carly didn’t want to admit she enjoyed kissing Sam, but she felt hotter from that kiss than any one she had ever had with a male. “Well, you’re welcome, John.” Carly said, regaining composure. “Now let’s hear our next dare from—”

“Hold on, Carly.” Sam cut her co-host off again. “I think the viewers want to see us go a little farther, isn’t that right, viewers!” Sam pressed a button on her sound effects machine to make an applause sound.

Carly gave Sam an astonished look, but before she could ask what she meant, Sam made a move. Passionately moving her hand under Carly’s skirt and into her panties, Sam started fingering Carly with her index and middle fingers. Carly bent and squatted with pleasure making no effort to resist. In fact, Carly, almost without thinking reached into Sam’s jeans and began rubbing the girl’s pussy.

Freddie was shocked but had no intention of stopping the two. After all, what teenage boy would? When Sam reached down under Carly’s skirt and into her panties, it was a dream come true for the hormonally driven young boy. He would have simply enjoyed the show, but interestingly, he all but took on a new persona and filmed like a professional porn camera man. As he did, the two young teens moaned and stripped and continued to kiss while locking legs and rubbing their pussies together.

Soon, they separated, only for Sam to suck on Carly’s breasts, and rub at her vagina. It felt like Sam had done this every day of her life, for she had nearly brought Carly to climax in mere moments. “We can’t do this.” Carly thought. “Children watch this show, and it’s popular and school, and . . . and, what if Spencer’s watching? He always watches this show.” Carly realized internally. She didn’t want her brother to see her this way, though she was enjoying Sam’s treatment too much to even object, much less put a stop to it. Luckily for her, however, Spencer didn’t mind one bit.

You see, Spencer always liked his sister more than a brother should, to the point where it bordered on sexual obsession. In fact, he liked to watch porn while listening to iCarly in another tab. His sister made him so horny, in fact, that often he didn’t even need the porn, and just fapped to the webcast. On a side note, he would tend to ejaculate into Carly’s spaghetti tacos, which she always ate without catching on, but that’s neither here nor there. The point is, this was Spencer’s fantasy made real. He couldn’t help himself. Spencer dropped his pants, and before gravity could carry them to the ground, he grabbed his dick and jerked himself off like nothing else mattered.

As he did, Sam began licking at Carly’s pussy. As a result, Carly’s body was overcome with pleasure, and she could do nothing but play with her nipples as Sam brought her closer and closer to climax. Sam’s tongue lovingly caressed every inch of her co-host’s vagina. Inside, outside and all around, Sam let no inch go untasted. Then, Carly’s hips shook outside of her control. More of a series of twitches, really, but Carly knew what was coming. She stopped playing with her breasts and grabbed the back of Sam’s head with legs and arms, pulling her close and burying her face between her legs. “Sam, please, I’m close. Don’t stop now! Oh, please don’t stop, Sam.” Carly moaned in a girlish voice.

With her nose and mouth pressed so tightly, Sam could no longer breathe, but she didn’t care. She just kept on licking, wanting nothing more than to bring Carly to orgasm. That didn’t take long, as mere, seconds later, Carly’s pleasure peaked as she came, and released Sam from her grasp. Sam gasped for breath and licked her lips clean of Carly’s wonderful essence. Again, the two embraced and kissed in plain sight of the camera.

Carly layed flat on the ground and spread her legs for Freddie to film. Freddie got a near perfect shot of Carly’s slit which was wet and shiny from a combination of sweat, vaginal fluid, and Sam’s saliva. Spencer was amazed that he didn’t cum yet, but the webcast was far from over, for a still naked Sam stood above Carly’s body. “Alright, Carly.” Sam said with a slightly commanding tone. “That feel good? Because I want you to do the same to me.” Sam squatted down to sit on Carly’s face, the darker haired girl opening her mouth in anticipation.

And like that, Carly’s breathing was cut off, just like Sam’s before her. Not that she minded, for Carly was in love with every smell and every taste that she could sense. She licked, at Sam’s opening while thrusting her face up to stroke Sam’s clitoris with her nose. Carly’s sucking sounds filled the studio, drowned out by Sam’s passionate moaning. When Sam got closer to orgasm, she started shaking her hips, giving Carly quick opportunities to breathe when Sam rocked away from her nose.

It was at about that time that iCarly’s viewers numbered double what they had achieved in any previous webcast, though Carly had long forgotten she was doing a web show. Sam bent over, her pussy still blocking Carly’s nose, and her clit now in Carly’s lips, to put her asshole higher up. Using her left arm to support her shifted weight, Sam used her free arm to grab Carly’s wrist and bring it to her ass. “Carly. Your fingers . . .” Sam trailed off as a wave of pleasure took hold of her, but Carly knew what to do. Finding Sam’s perfect asshole, Carly stuck one . . . two . . . three fingers in, not forgetting to keep sucking and licking at Sam’s clit. Sam yelped a quick high pitched sound that was uncharacteristic of her normal demeanor. “More fingers, Carly! And faster!” Sam demanded, knowing she was going to orgasm soon.

Carly seemed to enjoy the submissive role as opposed to Sam’s dominating one, and did as she was told, making a muffled noise that sounded like “Yes, mistress.” Carly took her two remaining fingers and plunged them into Sam’s ass. Freddie filmed as Carly’s fingers seemed to be swallowed whole by Sam’s ass, and circled around to see Carly was now masturbating herself. Carly’s face was starting to change color for lack of air, but she didn’t mind. The only thing on Carly’s mind was letting Sam orgasm. It didn’t take long for that to happen either, for Carly’s treatment of Sam’s ass and pussy sent her into the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. Sam let out a moan, deeper than Carly’s, but still sounding girlish in a way, and leaned over and wrapped her arms around Carly’s waist as she came. As Sam rolled off her co-host’s body, Carly took in a deep breath, and regained her color.

“Oh, YEAH! That’s my little sister!” Spencer yelled at his laptop screen as if he were right there cheering her on in person. As he said this, though, he ejaculated, which disappointed him, for he wanted to watch the whole webcast.

Sam eyeballed her still winded co-host and saw that she was masturbating. “So, I didn’t please you enough back there, did I, slut?” Sam said with more anger than sincerity. Carly was still catching her breath and didn’t reply, but her gaze told Sam she was right. “Fine then, bitch. Open your fucking legs!” Sam said with growing authority. Carly didn’t know what was coming, but she did as she was told, still enjoying being talked down to. Soon, Sam was standing between Carly’s legs and started pressing on Carly’s clit with her heel.

“Unh.” Carly grunted, the as the pressure pained her some.

Sam slid her foot from Carly’s pussy and felt a dampness. “You’re wet already? What a slut.” Sam then forced for foot into Carly’s pussy starting with the big toe, and pushing all the way to the heel. As she did, Sam’s toenails scratched at Carly’s vaginal walls, but Carly was enjoying the pain. It was Sam’s foot that was doing this to her. That alone was enough to make her fall in love with the sensation.

Sam removed her foot slightly from Carly’s vagina, but when she did, blood came out with it. Carly’s hymen was broken by Sam’s foot, and she didn’t care. Sam had made her happier than she had ever felt before. Carly’s legs contracted. “Sam, I’m about to—”

“Don’t you dare, slut!” Sam yelled. “You’re not allowed to cum anymore unless I say so. You have to beg!” Sam removed her foot, and clenched her fist. “And I want you to cum from this!” Carly smiled at the idea, and got on her hands and knees. Sam rubbed her fist at Carly’s vaginal opening, and soon after, forced it in.

At first, it only went in slightly, but Sam thrust her arm in farther each time, plunging her fist into deeper parts of Carly’s womb with each thrust. Carly felt like she was about to rip apart from the inside, but for some reason, she was loving every second of it. “Sam, can I cum, please? I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” Carly begged.

Sam decided she had made her wait long enough. “Okay, slut. You can cum.” Commanded Carly’s new mistress. Before Sam could finish her second sentence, Carly relieved herself. With a high pitched moan, vaginal liquid squirted three feet out of Carly’s young Pussy. “You really are a fucking slut, Carly.” Sam demeaned. “Only a whore like you would cum like this with my whole fist inside you.” Carly was panting now, and even on hands and knees, she could hardly support herself. Her remaining strength and energy seemed to vacate her with the spray of ejaculate. Sam pulled her fist from Carly’s pussy leaving a gape. “Alright, bitch. Now lick my arm clean.” Carly was downright overjoyed to do as she was told and lapped it up like a dog.

“. . . and, we’re clear.” Freddie concluded in his trademark way. The webcast was over, although Carly was still licking Sam clean with a single-minded fervor as if to satiate an addiction. Carly’s body seemed to move before her conscious mind told her what to do.

“Hey, Carls . . . you can stop now. Freddie said the webcast was over.” Sam reminded pulling her arm away.

Carly’s body froze as if she were awoken from a trance. “Oh, uhh . . . sorry, I didn’t hear.” Carly said, hiding a blush.

“Were you really that into it, Carly? I mean, it was just for the show, right.” Sam said with slight concern.

“What are you talking about?” Carly said trying to shift the blame, despite still being dripping wet. “They only asked us to kiss. You’re the one who took it too far.”

“Heh. Alright, you’re right, Carls.” Sam conceded as she redressed. “But you gotta admit, it was fun.” Sam said with an “I told you so” smirk.

“Well, yeah. I guess you were right about that.” Carly agreed with a hint of embarrassment as she put her skirt back on.

“You guys were pretty awesome!” Freddie chimed in, watching Carly drip past her skirt. “I only wish I didn’t have to film. Then I’d have joined in.”

“Yeah, right, Benson. Your virgin ass wouldn’t last two minutes with us and you know it. Or do you practice that much with your mom?” Sam teased, walking over to Freddie, and casually placing a hand at his crotch to caress his rock hard bulge. “Oh, man, you really were hard.” Sam said surprised.

“Heh, yeah, but uh . . .” Freddie started.

Sam spoke again, not wanting to let Freddie get out of this, for she was craving dick the whole time. “Here, I’ll only do this once, okay? I’ll suck you—” Sam stopped mid sentence as Freddie’s dick suddenly became softer. Sam could hardly believe it, but he jizzed in his pants. Even such minimal stimulation was too much for Freddie’s virgin penis to handle apparently. “Oh, fuck!” Sam exclaimed as she gave Freddie’s balls a squeeze causing him to bend over with pain. “Thanks a lot, Benson!” Sam yelled as she stormed out.

“Gah! Fuck you, Sam!” Freddie yelled. The boy was humiliated and in pain, obviously because the love of his life, Carly, was standing there watching.

Strangely enough, though, Carly didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she felt some kind of rekindled passion. Still topless and pantiless, Carly walked over and embraced Freddie rubbing her arms against every inch of the boy she could reach, and pressing her waist against his. Freddie began kissing the young webcast star who gladly returned the favor.

When they were out of breath, the wet and sticky sensation returned to Freddie’s crotch. “Well, uhh. I guess I should wash these pants before my mom finds—”

Freddie hadn’t yet finished speaking before Carly took the initiative. She pulled down the boy’s pants and started licking his salty essence anywhere she could find it loving every single drop. His underwear, his pubes, his dick, his balls. She sucked them all dry of jizz with the same fervor she had when she sucked Sam’s arm, the flavor for some reason reminding her of spaghetti tacos.

Meanwhile, Spencer just finished cleaning his own ejaculate from the floors and now refreshed iCarly. There it was; his prize, the download link. With no second thoughts at all, Spencer clicked the link to download the webcast, knowing he’d probably get enjoyment out of this for years to come. Luckily for Spencer, iCarly was removed from the internet mere moments later for hosting child pornography. To break the forth wall, I have absolutely no idea what that means for Spencer who funded the website, nor do I have any idea how carefully they’d monitor the downloads of the webcast . . . and I don’t care to find out.

The End

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iCarly Porn Story: Measured Rumors

iCarly Porn Story: Measured Rumors

Measured Rumors

Sam Puckett had a tendency to get bored a lot. And as her two best friends, Carly and Freddie, knew… nothing good ever came out of her boredom. So when a rumor started going around Ridgeway that a certain Freddie Benson had a… smaller than usual penis, neither of them were really surprised. However, it didn’t take long for the rumor to get out of hand, and soon, a certain Freddie Benson was extremely irritated.

“That’s it,” Freddie muttered to Carly one morning by their lockers, a scowl on his face. “I’m sick of this. I’m confronting her today and I’m gonna make her tell everyone the truth and to stop this rumor.”

Carly raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Freddie…”

“Why not?”

“Because… you know how she can get when you confront her about this kinda stuff.”

“What? Violent? Oh well. I’m tired of all the guys in the locker room making jokes about me and I’m tired of everyone, even Wendy, pointing at me in the halls and laughing, like I can’t hear them!”

Carly sighed. “Look, it’ll go away soon enough. People will forget about it. It’s not nearly as bad as the time she told everyone you’d never had your first kiss…”

Freddie slammed his locker shut harder than usual, aggravated. “It still bothers me, Carly! What – “

The brunette threw her hands up and ceased his arguments. “Okay, whatever. Do whatever you feel is right. Just don’t drag me into it when you end up handcuffed to the flagpole, or with the cafeteria’s week-old biscuits down your pants, or – “

“Alright! I get it,” Freddie rolled his eyes, securing his backpack over his shoulder. “I’m going to stand up for myself, and I’m not gonna let her push me around for once. Maybe I’ll do the pushing this time.”

Carly only shrugged, seeming skeptical. “Okay. Good luck.”

The sound of the bell rang out around them, and Carly quickly finished grabbing her things out of her locker and shut it. “I’ll see you later.”

Freddie nodded, watching her walk away to her class. He turned in the opposite direction and went up the stairs, heading towards his own. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted a message to Sam.

we need to talk about this rumor asap

A few minutes later, after he’d sat down at his desk and gotten his books out, his phone vibrated with a reply back from the blonde.

meet me by the restrooms in the history hall after this period. nerd.

He only rolled his eyes and put his phone away. Once the class was over, he gathered his things as quickly as he could and walked to the history hallway. He had just passed Ms. Ackerman’s room when Sam rounded the corner and stopped by the restroom doors, leaning on one leg and looking at Freddie as if she’d been waiting on him for ages. He shook his head as he approached her, stopping and assuming his position: hands gripping the strap of his backpack and his weight shifted to one side.

“What’d you wanna talk about, Fredweird?” the blonde asked.

Freddie sighed. “Enough with the names, Sam. This is serious. This rumor has gotten out of hand, and I want it stopped. You need to tell everyone it’s not true.”

She smirked in satisfaction. “Yeah, right.”

“What d’you mean, yeah, right?”

“How can I tell people it’s not true when I don’t know if it is or not? I’m only telling people what I assume is probably true. It’s not that hard to guess something like that,” she explained.

Freddie noticed a few people passing them by, snickering to each other and whispering, staring as they passed. He narrowed his eyes at them, already knowing all too well what they were whispering and laughing about. He stood a little closer to Sam, not wanting anyone else to hear what they were discussing.

“So what’re you saying? You wanna see my dick? C’mon, Sam. Just be rational about this… All I’m asking is that you stop the rumor,” Freddie explained, trying to remain calm. “Don’t you have something better to do than make up stories about my genitals?”

Another smirk graced the girl’s lips, and she glanced around, noticing the halls emptying out pretty quickly as time for the bell to ring neared. She shook her head, and before he knew it, she had turned and disappeared behind the door of the boys’ restroom. He only stared after her, a little shocked and a little confused. She opened the door a crack and stuck her head out only a few seconds later, raising her eyebrows at him expectantly.

“What are you doing? That’s the boys’ restroom, and the bell’s about to ring. Will you just agree to give it up this once? Make a rumor about someone else this time, please,” Freddie hissed.

Sam grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him into the bathroom, shoving him to the middle of the tiled floor and turning around to grab the large trash can in the corner. She pushed it over in front of the door so it blocked anyone else from entering, then spun back around and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on one leg and staring Freddie down, intimidating him. He felt pressured under her expectant gaze, and was almost afraid to find out what she was planning on doing in a locked school restroom with him.

“Well?”

He raised his eyebrows and looked around the restroom nervously. “Yeah…?”

She sighed. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

The blonde rolled her eyes and groaned. “Show me the proof – the proof that the rumor isn’t true.”

Freddie’s jaw dropped and he gaped at her, stammering and tripping over his words, feeling the blood rush to his face. “Wh-what? No way! Are you crazy?”

“Oh, c’mon, ya prude! All you have to do is pull down your pants and prove to me you don’t have a small dick. What’re you so afraid of?” she challenged him, acting as if it were no big deal at all.

“Uh, no! Why should I do show you my… dick? No way, Sam. This is where I draw the line. You’re not getting me to humiliate myself again for your amusement,” he said, feeling the anger build up in him and the sudden need to stand up for himself.

“Who said it’d be humiliating yourself? If it’s not small, then it’ll only be proving me wrong, so really, it’d be humiliating me,” she insisted.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but found himself at a loss for words. She was right… If he just proved her wrong, maybe she’d shut up for once, and then this whole thing would be over with.

He sighed, clenching his hands into fists nervously. “Fine. But this stays between you and me, got it?”

Sam smirked, putting her hands up innocently. “Alright!”

Another sigh of discontent, and Freddie had slipped his backpack off and tossed it to Sam, who threw it in the corner carelessly. With uneasiness, Freddie’s hands were slowly unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoning his pants, and finally, he tugged them down until they slid down his legs and pooled around his ankles. His face was bright red by now, but he kept his eyes focused on the task at hand. He slipped his thumbs precariously under the elastic waistband of his boxers, his hands shaking as he forced himself to push the fabric down… down… down.

And there he stood, in front of Sam Puckett herself, naked from the waist down, the cold air on his bare skin sending shivers up his spine… Or was that the way she was eying him up and down?

When their eyes finally met, Sam only shrugged, arms crossed across her chest and face unaffected, if only a little pink.

Freddie cocked an eyebrow. “Well?”

She shrugged again. “Well? Looks like you humiliated yourself, ’cause that is definitely nothing special.”

“And how would you know?” he snapped, his face nearly the same red as his shirt by now.

Sam chuckled. “What do you mean? I’ve seen plenty of penises in my day, dork. Believe me… I get more action than you’d think.”

He narrowed his eyes. “The internet doesn’t count.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Tell that to yourself.”

Freddie scowled before leaning down to grab at his boxers, hastily trying to pull them back up and past his knees while mumbling, “You’d see what I mean if…”

“If what?” Sam urged him.

He looked up, pausing where he was. “You know…”

She shook her head. “No… if what? Tell me.”

He shrugged nervously. “If-if it was… hard.”

“Then get it hard.”

He gaped at her, standing up again and using his hands to cover himself up. “What? No!”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a wuss. Do you want me to stop this rumor or not? ‘Cause if not, I can start telling the teachers, too… I was gonna make posters tonight, and – “

“Okay! Stop!” he interrupted. “Would you… Ugh. Do you swear you’ll stop the rumor and tell everyone you were wrong if I just… proved to you?”

“Of course.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, Freddie feeling extremely awkward and unsure of what to do. He kept his hands in front of himself, shrugging.

“I’m gonna… go into a stall…”

“Why?”

He looked at Sam with wide eyes. “To… get… hard?”

She shrugged. “Just do it here. And hurry up.”

“What? It’s not that easy!” he exclaimed, shocked at her demands.

She sighed in exasperation. “Please, yes it is. Want me to do it for you?”

“No! I – “

But before he could even get half a sentence out, the pushy blonde had crossed the few feet between them and was now standing directly in front of him, a little too close for his preference. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, but she closed the distance between them by pressing her lips to his – hard. He was about to protest, but before his mind could clear up the odd feelings bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, he was kissing her back with full force.

Being accustomed to being the dominant one and knowing what she wanted, Sam grabbed the bottoms of both Freddie’s undershirt and polo shirt and pulled them up and over his head, breaking the kiss for only a split-second to toss them aside. She then grabbed his hand and placed it on her hip, then grabbed his other hand and placed it on her butt, leaning into him until he was forced to walk backwards. He stopped when he felt his back press up against the cool edge of the counter.

They continued to kiss, lips merged together. Sam slipped her tongue through the small parting in his lips and ran it over his teeth before meeting his tongue. They rolled over each other for a few moments before Freddie’s tongue pushed back into her mouth, taking his own objective to explore.

The dark-haired boy could feel those funny feelings in his gut, and all the tell-tale blood rushing to that one appendage. By the time Sam’s hands had found their way to his hair, gripping it with a passion-fueled lust, he was completely hard. His hand squeezed the firm muscle of her ass through her thin shorts, and he pressed himself into her.

She could feel his erection poking her inner thigh, occasionally grazing in between her legs, and it drove her crazy. She pressed against him even harder, a reply to the force he was taking against her. When he broke their lip-lock to pull her shirt off, she didn’t object. And when she found her bra unhooked and being slid off her shoulders and down her arms, she did nothing about it. She took the incentive herself and reached down to hastily unbutton her shorts and yank them down, slipping them off along with her shoes. Freddie did the same with his own shoes and pants, having already been down and around his ankles.

Sam was now in only her panties, and Freddie was completely naked. The two teens were still pressed up against the counter. Freddie gripped Sam’s hips and flipped the two around so she was pressed against the counter and he was in control. He pulled away for a moment, breathing heavy and eyes filled with lust, to brush some stray hair from her face and inspect her bare body up and down. He bit his lip as he ran his hand across her chest, stopping for a moment to massage both perky breasts, before sliding it down to rub her through the thin, black cotton of her panties.

“Ohh,” she let out a moan, a higher pitch than he could remember ever hearing her voice reach. She squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

He grabbed her hand with his other one and guided it down to his throbbing erection, letting her take hold and stroke. She did so slowly at first, then steadily gained speed, stroking more furiously the more he rubbed her. He leaned in to give her a peck on the lips, getting a slow reaction from her. Her face was flushed as she watched herself stroke him.

He leaned in and kissed her jawline, moving away blonde hair with his free hand to kiss the skin of her neck. He nipped at the soft, sensitive skin, emitting more moans from her.

“Is it big?” he growled in her ear, continuing to nip at her neck.

Her knees were shaking under her own weight, her entire body begging for more. She only gave a weak nod and an almost whispered, “Y-yeah.”

“Were you wrong?” he asked, moving his lips up to her earlobe.

She nodded again, a little more attentive this time. “Yes. I-I was wrong. You’re… fucking… wow.”

And he was. Sam hated to, but she had to admit to herself that she was wrong. Limp, he didn’t look more than average. But rock hard, like he was now, and twitching in her hand, she could feel the veins and the skin, as if it were strained across, as if it were too tight. She could feel the mass of muscle in her palm as she continued to stroke it, running her thumb across the slit at the top, spreading the precome across to moisten the shaft as she stroked. And fuck… she wanted to feel it inside her NOW.

Freddie bit into Sam’s neck harder this time, causing her to gasp. As he kissed a trail down her collarbone and to her breasts, he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and slid them down the milky white skin of her legs, letting her kick them off as soon as they reached her ankles. He then massaged the area between her inner thigh and clit as he kissed around the soft skin of her breasts, taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking on it.

Sam started stroking with more fury now, leaning her head back as Freddie sucked her nipple and inched his fingers towards her clit. He began rubbing the tiny mound of nerves, causing her knees to shake even more now. She moaned, gripping a handful of dark hair with the hand that wasn’t grasped around his throbbing cock.

He moved from rubbing her clit with one finger to rubbing her wet folds with two fingers, moving faster and with more haste. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each stroke of her hand. He finally slid a finger inside of her, finding it easy with how wet she was. He slid his finger up, deeper inside of her, and wiggled it around, curling it inward and causing her body to jerk against him. He smirked to himself, releasing her nipple from his lips and moving to her other, sucking on it harder than before. He slid another finger in easily, doing the same with both now.

Sam let out a guttural moan, her hand paused on the shaft of Freddie’s erection. She was shaking beneath him, bucking her hips down and forward to signal that she wanted more, deeper. He obliged and shoved his fingers in as far as they would go, moving them around inside her wet warmth frantically.

Her mouth was right next to his ear now, her hand gripping his hair even harder, as she managed to choke out, “Fuck… I want you… Shit, Freddie… I want your cock. Now.”

He immediately released her nipple from between his lips and raised his head to look at her before pressing his lips against hers in a rough and sloppy kiss. As he did so, he slid his fingers out of her, causing her to whimper against his mouth, and grabbed her hips with both hands, gripping them firmly. He picked her up, finding her to weigh a lot less than he would’ve expected, and steadied her between the edge of the counter and his legs. The tip of his moist dick grazed her wet entrance, and she moaned again, louder this time. He moaned as well, unable to stop himself. It was almost too much to take.

Finally, with their lips pressed together and his hands gripping her hips so hard it was leaving red marks, he slid his throbbing, twitching dick inside of her. She inhaled deeply as he entered her, kissing him back hungrily when he was finally all the way in. He loosened up on her hips, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She rested her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his once more, their tongues meeting again. He began sliding in and out, pulling out to his full length before shoving it all back in with one quick movement. She let out a squeal when he did so, and he smiled against her lips.

“Fuck me, Benson,” she growled, their lips inches apart.

Freddie bit his lip and thrust into her with all the force he could muster. Her lower back was hitting the edge of the counter, but she didn’t care. Each thrust became harder, and with time, he gained a steady rhythm. She bucked her hips to meet his each time, and eventually, they’d reached a synchronized rhythm, causing them both to moan at the same time with each push and each pull.

“Fuck,” Freddie groaned against Sam’s cheek, pulling out of her slowly, panting. “Turn around.”

Sam quickly nodded and obeyed, unwrapping her legs from around him and turning around, steadying the upper half of her body over the counter. He positioned himself behind her and placed his hands on her hips again, then shoved himself inside her without warning. She let out a cry, which soon turned into moans of pleasure. Her fingers scraped at the countertop below her. She pressed her tight ass against Freddie as he shoved himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy.

“Oh, my God,” Sam gasped, her body jolting with each hard thrust he gave into her, sending waves of pleasure all throughout her body. “Faster!”

He thrust faster now, her moans sending chills up and down his spine. Her walls were tightening around him, and he knew she was getting close by the way her body was tensing up. He let go of one of her hips and reached around to the front of her, pulling her body back a little. She was agile, so she didn’t complain when she was bending at a bit of an awkward angle. He roughly grabbed one of her breasts and massaged it in his hand, thrusting harder and harder. Her hip bones were hitting against the edge of the counter, but she didn’t care, because his dick was hitting her spot perfectly.

“You like that?” Freddie asked breathily, squeezing her tit in his hand.

Sam nodded frantically. “Y-yeah…”

“Tell me… you like my big cock inside you,” he demanded, panting as he thrust into her without mercy.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, panting as well. “Fuck, Freddie… I love… your huge cock… inside me…”

With a satisfied smile, he took his other hand from her hip and slapped her ass, leaving an echo around the room immediately followed by a pleasurably pained moan.

“Shit,” Sam cursed, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter. “I’m… coming… Oh, fuck, Freddie…”

Freddie took this as a cue to fuck her harder, shoving his full length into her again with all his strength. “Oh, God… me, too…”

He gave a few more hard thrusts, pressing her body against the counter, before releasing inside her, letting out a long moan of pleasure. When he felt the heat in his lower gut let up, he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

He looked down to find his hand still gripping Sam’s ass, the other still holding onto her breast. The blonde’s sweaty upper body lay across the counter, shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Freddie let go of what he was gripping and pulled himself out of her, stepping back to let her stand up. She did so slowly, turning around and stretching a little to regain feeling and movement in parts of her body.

“Okay,” Sam finally panted, swallowing hard as she leaned back against the counter to try to catch her breath. “I’ll stop the rumor.”

end.

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