iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

iCarly - iWant Her: Chapter 3

... touch. “That’s okay, it’s just to help you as well as me. I even apply a little to myself,” He said reassuringly. “Okay,” I say looking back at him and watching him do just that. When he and I are fully lubed up he places his hands on my ass cheeks, massaging them. I can’t help but to smile at his touch, I wanted this for so long now, but I imagine it’s Carly now, not him, that about to fuck me. It works as I feel my pussy getting wetter as Spence play with my cheeks. He inches himself closer as my eyes lock on to the head of his erect cock as it nears his goal. “Here I go,” Spencer says to me when I feel his cock make contact with my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” I respond with a mixture of anticipation, excitement, nervousness and worry (that we’re going to get caught) as my first anal partner gently pushes himself into me. I couldn’t believe it, he was in me. Well, his cock was, and that is what mattered. Spencer pushed himself a little further into me then back out of me. Not completely though, just enough to excite me. And I was pretty much excite already. He held my hips as he started pushing himself back into me, guessing that he didn’t want to press me up against the couch. Which was nice of him. He got further into me than last time before he started on the backwards motion again. “Fuck, you’re tight” he said when he started the third push in. “That’s a good thing?” I asked. “It’s the best fucking thing,” Spencer replied. “I like it tight.” “Good,” I said before backing myself ...

... onto him, earning a pleasurable moan as thanks. He returned to fucking me and my apparently tight hole (of course it’s tight, he’s the first to enter it) as I fantasised about Carly’s naked body and the things I wanted to do to her. With her. I imagined Spencer was her and his cock, which felt fantastic, was a strap-on Carly was wearing and getting a nice rhythm as she fucked my ass. I met Spencer’s thrust with thrusts of my own, knowing that this would excite him more, showing him that I care he would get off as much as he cared about getting off. His speed increased, as did his moans and groans and the occasion “Fuck” came spurting out of his mouth. “Oh god Sam, I can’t believe you’re so fucking awesome,” he said, mostly to egg himself on than anything. “Then why don’t you say that to my face,” I replied, snarkily. “Okay,” he responded before quickly pulling himself completely out of me, turning me around so that we were facing each other, lifting me up so that he could re-insert himself into my ass then actually re-inserting himself into me. “You’re so fucking awesome,” he repeated as she started fucking me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rested me on the back of the couch, my hands were helping me by steadying the couch and preventing any tipping over of said couch. Spencer quickly resumed his former speed as I felt the start of a orgasm building within me. And I didn’t know you could get an orgasm from anal sex. I do know. He must have sensed it to as he ...