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iCarly Porno Story: Freddie’s joy

iCarly Porno Story: Freddie’s joy

Author’s note: Due to the popularity and positive reception for “iCarly: iHave Sex”, I have written a sequel. I apologize for the delay. Enjoy!

Freddie Benson awoke with a start. He kept his eyes closed, still trying to hold on to the final seconds of sleep and his amazing dreams. The previous night, Freddie lost his virginity at age 15 and fucked his best friend, Carly Shay, and he was still having flashbacks of his unforgettable experience. Freddie was picturing Carly sucking on his erect cock, and he could even feel Carly’s warm lips bobbing up and down his hard shaft. In fact, Freddie felt like somebody actually was giving him a blowjob. Freddie opened up his eyes and saw Carly with her knees on the foot of Freddie’s bed, and her hands and mouth all over Freddie’s cock. Continue reading

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Sam Puckett never looked more ready for fucking before!

Icarly Fake Porn

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Descry at how tubby iCarly teeners got lilied in extravasations, sorrows, Harry and are encouraged in all manner of slack-happy holidays! Beautiful Sam Puckett flashing her nudity in front of cam and getting pumped with a rubberdick… We carry on with iCarly: raw instances of anal, oral and traditional sex and some powerful threesome scenes as well!

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Who hasn’t seen Carly Shay’s boobies yet?

Icarly Sex

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ICarly gives you undeniable access to protected and upgraded fucking for each and everyone and ladies included. Dainty Carly Shay exposing her well used asshole after one awesome ass pumping session… A whore from iCarly being caught between a couple of huge pussy-diggers that spatter her hot face with warm and sticky jizz…

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Carly and Sam are having their girls-only private party… but you can watch if you want to!

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Hentai Picture: Carly and Sam are having their girls-only private party… but you can watch if you want to!
Prepare to unleash the zestiest facts of the famed heroes, fucking like minks in the hottest sex episodes… Sweet Sam Puckett getting topless and admitting a big wiener ball-deep into her groomed twat! The most responsible part for bitchy babes of iCarly is to be engaged in wild banging parties with some of the best endowed dudes and provide their tight fuck holes to be really used to capacity by the stiffest dicks…

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Porn story from iCarly: With benefits – Chapter 2

Porn story from iCarly: With benefits – Chapter 2

The second time they did it, Freddie was a little more prepared. That was not to say, of course, that he’d figured anything out as to why Sam had suddenly decided she wanted to be fucking him. Aside from that one night, the memories of which seemed so distant and far away, as though they had happened to some other person and Freddie himself had only listened to that person recount the tale as a hunter recounts how his prized moose head trophy came to be hanging above his mantle, yet the images of which were so burned into his mind that he had to close his eyes and shake his head to dislodge them whenever he hazarded to think back, neither Sam’s treatment of him nor her attitude towards him had changed in the slightest.

The next day, for example, Freddie had met Sam and Carly at the Groovy Smoothie, as was usual for a summer afternoon. Freddie had to try his hardest to not blush and to not wonder whether Sam was wearing those same bra and panties under her yellow shirt and plaid pants as he sat down at the table; Sam, on the other hand, seemed completely unperturbed by him, greeting him in her usual way, continuing on comfortably her conversation with Carly, and not flinching in the slightest when Freddie joined in.

No, Freddie had not come to any conclusion as to what Sam’s motives were at all. It was more that, this time, he wasn’t taken totally by surprise.

A month had passed since their first time when it happened. During that interval neither he nor Sam had ever brought up what had happened back then behind closed doors in the small hours of the night, each being more than content to just carry on as though nothing had happened at all. Freddie had just about convinced himself that whatever had happened then had been a one-time event and that he should just stop puzzling over it and just forget it so he could move on with his life.

They had finished filming a few new sketches for use in some later episodes of iCarly. Carly had already disappeared through the studio door and down the stairs to the loft’s first floor to pop a bag of popcorn while Sam and Freddie hung back. Freddie had just finished making sure all the videos he’d recorded had been successfully saved on his laptop and was just turning to leave when he felt Sam’s hand firmly grasp his shoulder.

She pulled him back against her and whispered “I want you again,” into his ear, her breath tickling him and sending a shiver down his spine. She wrapped an arm around his waist, sliding her hand under the edge of his shirt to rub across his skin.

“Sam…” he began to protest; he lost his words, however, as he felt Sam slide her hand down into his pants, and could only gasp as he felt her hand close around his rapidly hardening dick.

“Sam… Sam, no… please… ah…” he moaned, struggling weakly against her as she began to slowly jerk him off. He was thankful for the soundproofed walls of the studio when Sam brought her mouth down to kiss his skin and nibble his neck causing him to call out.

“Sam, stop!” he said, finally mustering enough strength to pull her hand from his pants and push her away. A part of him was glad to be free and wanted that to be that; the brief contact, however, had awakened a hunger somewhere deep within him, a craving he could not ignore. “Not here.”

“You have somewhere else in mind?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

He thought for a moment. “Yeah,” he said. “Wait here, then make up some excuse to Carly and meet me over in my place in a few minutes.”

Going downstairs, he told Carly that his mom had called and she needed him to help her with something so he had to go. He then quickly walked across the hall and opened the door to his apartment, leaving it just shy of closed behind him. Luckily, his mother had had to work an extra shift at the hospital that day and wouldn’t be home until very late, so he had the apartment all to himself. He took off his shoes and lined them up carefully below the coat rack by the door, then sat down on the arm of the sofa, facing the door, to wait for Sam.

About ten minutes later, the door was slowly pushed open, revealing Sam behind it. Freddie motioned for her to come in; he walked over to the door and closed it silently as she took off her shoes.

“OK, my mom’s working tonight, so we should be alone until at least—” he said, beginning to step back into the house. But Sam grabbed him by his shoulder again mid-sentence, pulling him back and shoving him unceremoniously against the wall of the small entry hall. Freddie’s shout of “Hey!” was quickly muffled as Sam brought her mouth down on his.

Freddie kissed her back, feeling the hunger rising in the pit of his stomach, opening his mouth and letting her tongue thrust in. He sighed and gripped her hips with his hands as she rubbed the inside of his thigh with her own, the friction sending shivers through his body.

“Ah…” he moaned, holding her closer and grinding his bulge into her thigh. She responded by sucking his lower lip, and thrusting her hips hard into his. Freddie moved one hand through her hair and one onto her back, grabbing fistfuls of hair and shirt as she raised her leg into his crotch, massaging his balls with her knee.

Breathless, Freddie gasped for air when Sam broke off. The lustful grin transfiguring her face brought the memories of his first time that had seemed so far away rushing back to him, the images and sensations crashing into him like truck. Grabbing him forcefully by the arm, she pulled him off the wall and threw him stumbling into the living room.

Freddie only barely had enough time to brace himself against the arm of the sofa before Sam attacked his mouth again. With both hands on the sofa arm he held himself up while Sam pushed down on him, one hand on his shoulder, her mouth on his. Freddie moaned again low and deep in his throat as Sam grasped and squeezed his erection through his pants.

Sam broke them off again and took a few steps back so now her entire body was in Freddie’s vision. She flicked her chin upward at him as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

“Strip,” she said, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it away.

“My room’s just over there,” Freddie said, taking a step away from the sofa and stealing a glance over his shoulder at the hallway behind him.

“No. Here,” she growled. “I want you. Now.”

When Freddie turned his head back to look at her, Sam’s jeans lay in a pool around her ankles on the floor; she was wearing now nothing more than a cornflower blue bra and matching panties. She stepped out of her jeans and stood still for a moment, giving Freddie a chance to fully regard her.

The last two years had been good to Sam, Freddie certainly had to admit. Her curves had filled out and widened but she hadn’t lost her figure, retaining a sense of grace and beauty which most of her peers had lost. As she began to slowly walk towards him, Freddie noticed her breasts, which had only what seemed like a short time ago been nothing more than shallow hills, gently bobbing and swaying with her movement.

Sam was less than an arm’s length away when Freddie broke from his reflection. He quickly reached down to hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his head; Sam moved her hands to touch his skin, pushing her palms up his chest as the retreating fabric revealed more. When the shirt was fully off and Freddie had tossed it aside, Sam smiled and rubbed her hands across his chest, squeezing lightly at the barely developed muscles there.

“Perfect,” she said, now wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She pulled Freddie slowly up to standing and he felt her begin to undo his belt. The buckle loose, he felt Sam unbutton his jeans and open the fly, slipping her hand inside to rub his inner thigh and squeeze his leg.

She kissed him once more before breaking them apart. She slowly pushed his pants down his legs, taking his underwear with them, as she crouched to the floor. Freddie looked down to see Sam briefly eye his cock, fully erect and twitching slightly as a thin bead of clear fluid gathered at the tip. Freddie trembled as Sam rose from her crouch, dragging her palms across the skin of his legs as she did and letting her fingernails lightly scratch him. He moaned as Sam’s hands moved across his inner thighs, skirting his crotch to wrap around to his ass, squeezing firmly.

Now standing, Sam moved in to kiss Freddie again. She brought their bodies flush against each other and Freddie felt his dick jump as it touched her skin. Moving against him in an undulating wave, Sam sandwiched his cock between the inner surfaces of her leg and his own and began to roll it up and down between their thighs, covering their skin with the clear fluid now freely flowing from Freddie’s cock.

“Ungh…” he groaned, briefly throwing his head back in pleasure before lowering it again to let Sam capture his lips. The sensation was unlike any other he had ever experienced before; the smoothness of Sam’s skin on side and the roughness of the sparse hair on his own skin on the other, combined with the novel sensation of the motion itself was maddening and only made the hunger within him grow stronger and more wild.

After a moment, Sam removed her leg, replacing it almost immediately with her hand. Freddie sighed as she grasped the center of his shaft and began to slowly stroke him. After a few strokes, Freddie felt Sam begin moving away from the sofa’s arm and towards the sofa itself. Their lips still locked, Sam guided Freddie slowly down to the couch, so he was at first sitting, and then laying on it, his head propped up against the armrest and his legs spread wide with his right foot on the cushions, the leg bent and leaning against the backrest, and his left on the floor, the leg almost straight and the toes curling into the pile of the carpet.

Sam leaned into him, propping herself up with her left knee on the couch, her left hand on his chest and her right around his cock. Letting Freddie’s mouth go free, Sam leaned back slightly and changed her grip. He let out a high, keening cry as she pinched his nipple and twisted it between her fingers.

“Ah… mm… ooh!” Freddie moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his body contorting wildly. Sam’s expertise with his cock was, simply put, incredible, and she was doing things with it—wild, crazy things that set Freddie’s skin on fire, filling him with a level of ecstasy that he couldn’t even begin to believe—that either he’d never tried or that had plainly never occurred to him to try. Freddie continued to moan in pleasure, the sounds escaping his mouth quickly becoming louder, higher, and more frequent as he felt himself moving closer to the edge.

“Sam, ah… ungh…. Sam, I’m…” he could barely manage to gasp as she continued to work his dick. “I’m gonna c—ah! Sam… Sam, I’m gonna…” He felt Sam release her grip on him and then twist his nipple again; the slight pain coupled with the removal of Sam’s hand allowed Freddie to regain control and pull himself back.

Freddie pulled himself up to a sitting position, and wrapped his right leg around Sam’s body and his right arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. He kissed her forcefully and used his left hand to massage her breasts through her bra.

Sam sighed as Freddie continued to touch and squeeze her. After a few moments, she pushed him back slightly, breaking them apart; she then reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra which Freddie quickly slid off her shoulders and tossed aside. He pulled her back to him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, savoring the warmth and smoothness of her skin against his own, kissing her deeply. He moved his hand back to Sam’s breasts, running his thumb lightly across her firm nipples and causing her to moan against him.

Sam let Freddie give her a few more quick squeezes before taking his hand in hers and directing it down to her crotch. As she slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties, Freddie gasped at how wet she was. She had been wet when he touched her their first time, of course, but now her vagina was practically dripping, the short hair around her folds heavily soaked. She moved his hand to massage her crotch a few times before reaching down herself and sliding her panties off; Freddie helped her remove them and toss them aside.

Again Sam moved his hand to begin massaging her folds. This time, though, Freddie needed much less guidance. He used two fingers to rub up and down and in small circles around all sides of her entrance, first on the right, then on the left, then below, and finally above on the fold of skin covering her clit. Sam moaned louder as he did, throwing her head back at first only to bury it in his neck, bringing their bodies right against each other again. Freddie felt as though he could feel Sam’s heart beating faster and faster through her chest as she pressed against him; the feeling only made his own heart race faster too.

Sam’s hand was against his again as he heard her whisper, “Inside,” breathlessly into his ear between moans. Swallowing hard, Freddie slipped his forefinger through the folds of skin and into her vagina. She moaned loudly as he moved his finger around, rubbing her walls softly in small circles.

“Ah… ah! Mm… ooh… oh!” Sam sighed and groaned as Freddie slid a second finger inside her and continued moving them around, sliding them in and out. Reaching down between them she took his hand and moved his thumb up to her clit. He massaged the area around it, making small circles with his thumb while he continued stroking her walls with his fingers.

Freddie felt Sam’s body begin to tremble against his and her breaths become increasingly shorter when she finally reached down between them and pulled his hand away.

“You got a condom?” she asked, breathing heavily and sitting back.

“Um…” Freddie thought for a moment. “I think my mom gave me some a little while ago,” he said finally. “They should still be in my room.”

“Great,” she said. “Let’s go.”

Freddie got up off the couch and led Sam to his room. There he rummaged through a few drawers before finding the desired box buried deep at the back of his sock drawer.

“Aha!” he said, bringing the box out and setting it on his desk. He quickly checked the date on the side of the box. “Still good,” he said, reaching inside and drawing out one of the little foil packets. He walked to the edge of his bed where sat down on the crisply folded sheets. Noticing his cock had begun to grow soft, Freddie pumped his fist on it a few times to get up again before tearing the packet open and unrolling the latex sheath onto his dick. He tossed the empty wrapper aside and looked up to see Sam grinning a crooked grin as she looked him quickly up and down.

“Perfect,” she said again, advancing on him and placing her hands on his chest. She pushed him back onto the bed and crawled up with him. She swung her legs over him, holding herself over him as she bent down to kiss his lips; her blonde hair pooled around his face while the firm nubs of her nipples just barely grazed the surface of his chest, giving him goose bumps and making him shiver.

“Fuck…” Freddie breathed as Sam lowered herself onto him, guiding his six pulsing inches slowly, bit by bit into her. The sensations of the warmth and the wetness of her vagina completely encompassing his hard cock stole Freddie’s breath away and made his head light.

“Ah… oh… Oh, God, fuck… shit, ungh… ah! Oh… oh, my God!” he began to cry as she moved on top of him, riding him up and down. Freddie had never imagined that anything could ever feel this good.

The wild hunger within him taking over, Freddie grabbed Sam’s hips and began to thrust into her in time with her rhythm. She moaned deeply in response, throwing her head back and quickening the pace. Every few seconds, Freddie would steal a glance down his chest, little beads of sweat forming there across his skin, some gathering together to form small rivulets that rolled down the faint curvature of the muscles of his chest and abs, now seeing more use than they had in quite a while, to catch a glimpse of his engorged dick pumping in and out, in and out of Sam’s cave, making wet, slapping sounds each time he drove into her, burying himself to the base within her folds, before throwing his head back against the bed again, eyes alternately wide open or clenched shut and gasping for breath.

Sam rode him for several more minutes, the bed rocking beneath them and squeaking loudly with each thrust, before Freddie began to feel his release barreling towards him. He looked above him to see Sam, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made her glow, almost shine, in the light, her head thrown back and hair messily matted against her forehead and bare chest, rocking back and forth as she relentlessly pounded his erection.

“Sam… ungh… ah… Fuck, Sam… I think I’m gonn—ah! Fuck… Oh, shit… Sam, I’m gonna come! Ah, ah! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Freddie cried, his voice rising almost to a squeal. Sam moaned something in response, but Freddie had already lost all capacity to understand anything other than the electricity coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart, and the primal hunger boiling over inside him.

Freddie kept thrusting as Sam continued to ride him. He was so close it was driving him mad. He thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper into her, the sounds of their bodies colliding growing louder and louder, until he finally felt her walls contract around his rock-hard cock. That was the last push he needed and Freddie cried out louder than he ever had before in his life as he felt himself fall head first over the edge. His orgasm washed over him in waves that could destroy entire nations, sending powerful tremors all through his body. Not more than a split second later, Sam called out too, her thrusts becoming for a moment more urgent and then growing weaker. Freddie rode out the waves of his orgasm, the cum pumping through his dick, and continued to thrust into her as she continued to grind against him until they both finally collapsed against each other, quivering and gasping for air.

After what seemed like an eternity, Freddie felt Sam stir against him. She sat up and slid off him and onto the floor. Freddie followed suit, sitting up and peeling the used condom off his now soft dick and tossing it into his wastebasket.

“Can I use your shower?” Sam said, running a hand over her forehead and through her hair.

“Yeah, sure,” Freddie said. He felt sticky and moist as he got off the bed. “I need one too.”

They went out into the living room. Freddie picked up his boxers and slid them on, cringing to himself at the sticky feeling of the mix of condom lube and his own cum on his dick as he did. Freddie walked over to the linen closet and retrieved a fresh set of towels while Sam put her panties back on and gathered the rest of her clothes from the floor.

Sam showered first while Freddie collected his clothes and straightened up the living room; Freddie followed. Freddie let the warm water run over him for a moment as he attempted to collect himself. Scrubbing away the layer of sweat and other bodily fluids that had built up on his skin, a part of Freddie wished that he could also scrub away the memory of this night and of their first time that night a month ago; strangely, though, another part of him hoped that the memories and images of those times, their feelings and sensations, haunting as they were, would not disappear and remain with him. Feeling more confused than ever, Freddie stepped out of the shower, and quickly toweled himself before wrapping the big towel around his waist and throwing a smaller one across his shoulders.

When he entered his room, he was surprised to see Sam still there, dressed now and fiddling with his collection of Galaxy Wars models.

“I thought you left already,” he said, standing in the doorway and rubbing the small towel through his still wet hair.

“Yeah,” she said back, idly.

Silence. He walked over to his dresser and rummaged through one of the drawers, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers.

“Well do you mind getting out of here for a second,” he said, finally. “I want to change.”

Sam turned from his models. “Oh, c’mon,” she laughed. “It’s not like it’s anything I have seen before.”

Freddie only gave her a stern look and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” she said, putting her hands up and moving out into the hall. “Just a joke.”

Sam gone Freddie began getting dressed. “So, Sam,” he said, slipping the underwear on under his towel. “I need to know what this all means.”

“What all what means?” her voice came back from just outside the door.

“Y’know,” he continued, undoing the towel from his waist and pulling the pajama bottoms on. “You… Me… Sex…” Freddie had to force the final word out.

There was no response from the hall.

“Do you like me now or something?” he pressed on. “Is this, like, your way of telling me?” He pulled the shirt over his head.

“What? Ew, no,” Sam said quickly.

Dressed now, Freddie stuck his feet into his pair of slippers and walked out into the hall. He found Sam leaning against the wall by his door, one arm crossed over his stomach.

“What then?” he said. He tried to meet her gaze but Sam averted her eyes, staring at the place where the wall met the floor.

“I just…” she began. “I just needed to blow off some steam.”

“So I’ve graduated from punching bag to stress ball now?”

She shrugged.

“Sam,” he said, “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with just being a toy you turn to when you’re feeling stressed.”

“Oh, come on, Fredward,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest and taking a more aggressive tone. “Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself,” she said, gesturing with her arm through his door at the bed, the sheets still in disarray. “Both times,” she added.

“Oh, well, I…” Freddie said, fighting off the urge to blush. “I mean… well, yeah…”

“Look. This,” she gestured between them, “doesn’t change anything. You’re still an insufferable dork.”

“That you’re sleeping with,” he said, raising one eyebrow and tilitng his head skeptically.

She brushed the statement off. “Out of all the guys out there,” she said, “you’re the only one who’d be embarrassed enough to keep quiet.”

Freddie thought for a moment. “I dunno,” he said, a grin starting to spread across his face. “If word gets out your sleeping with a geek, it could be pretty damaging to your reputation. What’s in it for me?”

“I won’t beat you up.”

Freddie cocked an eyebrow.

“I won’t beat you up any more than usual?”

“Not a chance,” he said, shaking his head.

“How about this,” Sam said after a moment of thought. “You let me come to you when I want a little action from time to time, and, in return for keeping quiet about it, I’ll let you come to me when you want the same.” After a moment she added, “God knows you can’t get it on your own.”

Freddie rolled his eyes. Insult aside, however, the offer did sound like a good one. And, Freddie had to admit to himself, being with Sam, even if it was a little rough, did feel very good. And maybe this was just his dick talking, but he wasn’t exactly eager to give that up.

“Alright,” he said, finally. “Deal.”

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Even some bdsm outfit looks lovely when it is on Carly Shay!

Icarly Fake Porn

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Horny Carly Shay dressed in sexy panties, nylons and a wig takes a deep dicking and swallows cum! Drilling in the iCarly is the hottest and the raunchiest! A hottie from iCarly double-penetrated by a couple of monstrous staffs that have her face dumped with semen rain!

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Sam Puckett strokes only big dicks…

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Sex version of iCarly is for you to enjoy fuck scenes updates from the sex lifestyles of famous characters! Groovy Sam Puckett hops on a dick, gets fucked ass to mouth and receives in the mouth a bit of manly cream… Aching iCarly babe dreams for this awesome black tool squeezed into her firm anus, and then eat it till it dumps cream giving her a messy facial cumshot to savor on.

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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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