iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 3

... “Won’t Carly notice your sum stains when she returns?” “Shit, yeah,” Spencer said as he sat up and let go of my tits, while I carried on gently tugging on his cock. “What are we going to do?” “I could swallow,” I said, mentioning the first thing to come into my head. “No,” Spencer said with a worried look on his face, and still a stiff cock in my hands. “Carly would taste it when you two kiss.” He’s got a point there. “Well, do you have any ideas?” I ask him. “A few spring to mind. But you might not like them.” “Say them, because we won’t do this again after I let go,” I warned him, letting him know that this was just a one off never to be repeated occurrence. “Well, there’s always sex-” “No way,” I shut him down. “I’m saving my pussy for Carly.” “I could cum into a piece of clothing?” he offered. “Do you really want that?” I ask. “No,” re responded. “Any other ideas?” I ask, feeling him getting close. “Ass.” “You’re an ass,” I retort. “No, not that. And thanks for the vote of confidence. But I was talking about me cumming in your ass.” “Wouldn’t Carly know if she goes down there that I’ve got cum in or around that area?” “I could wear a condom?” Spencer offered. “So you wanna fuck my ass just so I can save my cherry for Carly?” “Yes.” “Okay.” “Really?” “Really,” I confirm. “Just be quick, Carly can come back at any moment.” I disengage from his cock and watch as he heads towards his bedroom for his condoms. “And some lube. I don’t want to be sore!” “Okay,” Spencer called ...

... back. I can’t believe it! I am just about to allow Spencer Shay to fuck my ass so he can cum into a condom so that Carly doesn’t see any stains from his ejaculation as a result of my masturbating him. Am I crazy? (Don’t answer that.) Am I dreaming? Sure there was once when I actually did have a crush on Spencer, but I had let go of those ch*ldish fantasies as my feelings for Carly developed into what they are now. Whatever they are now. Spencer rushed back into the room with a wrapped condom in one hand and a bottle of what would be lube in the other. “Okay,” he said, admiring my body as I stand up. Showing him my goods. “Let’s do this.” “How do you want me?” I ask, nerves showing in my voice. “Erm… how about…” he said as he looked around the room for a suitable place. “Haven’t got time, remember.” “Over the back of the couch,” Spencer quickly replies. Good. “Good,” I say as I make my way. I lean over the back of the couch, facing the television as Spencer ogles my naked form. That’s okay, whatever helps him. He fumbles with the condom and opens the wrapper quite quickly considering he too was a bottle of nerves. I then hear him trying to put it on himself, and failing at least twice. “Are you okay there?” “Yeah, totally fine,” he answers as he eventually manages to get it onto his cock. “I just have to apply the lube.” I hear him as he opens the bottle and squeezes a little out onto his hands. Then he touches my ass entrance. I am a little shocked by this by this sudden new ...