I don't own Gallagher girls! This story belongs to Hachimisu.

Cammie and Zach had finished shopping. They put his stuff (which consisted only of his shopping bag, his dirty clothes, and his plastic bag filled with porn) along the side of the bed, and now were watching one of her dad's old action movies on the big TV in front of them.

Cammie sighed. She had never cared for action movies. Especially the stuff her dad was into; no plot, just car chases. She much preferred fluffy romantic comedies, even if they were all super predictable.

She winced as some guy's head got blown off by some guy in a passing racecar. This was really not her thing. She looked around for anything to distract her. It didn't need her full attention; she just had to be looking at something else.

Her hand hit the nearest bag next to the bed. Her fingers closed around it and pulled it up next to her.

The plastic porn bag. Of course. She had seen some of its contents before; she would be fine with leafing through one of the magazines while brains splattered across the television screen.

She pulled out one of the magazines and flipped it open. In this one, an American-looking girl with big boobs and bleached hair sat on her hands and knees while a dark-haired man pounded into her from behind. The blonde's mouth was agape, looking genuinely ecstatic.

Heat rose to her face. Boys had such weird tastes. It sort of reminded her of that time he had taken her in the dressing room, though…his hands caressing her breasts…his dirty words filling the air…

"Whatcha looking at?" The nonchalant voice came from beside her.

She quickly shut the magazine and shoved it back into the bag. She really hoped that he didn't see how red her face was burning. "N-Nothing!"

He chuckled and reached back into the bag to fish out the magazine. Even more blood rushed to her face as he ever-so-casually flipped through its contents. Her eyes averted back to the TV screen to watch heads fly instead.

They quickly turned back to the wall as some guy got stabbed in the stomach. "Why do boys even like this stuff?" The question had just slipped past her lips. She really hadn't meant to just blurt it out the way she did.

"Turns them on." His answer was casual and blunt. She looked back at him, the magazine still in his hands, with a slight glimmer of confusion in her eyes.

"The…movie?" When it finally hit her, however, it hit hard. Her blue eyes widened in realization. "N-No, no, th-that's not what I meant!"

"Sounded like it…" he muttered in response. They sat there like that for a few more tense, awkward moments. The only sounds echoing, seemingly deafeningly, were those of the movie and of Zach turning the pages of the magazine.

She rolled her eyes before snuggling up next to him to have another look. Zach was indifferently looking at some lady with two of her fingers shoved inside of herself, her high-heel clad feet spread far apart.

This time, she had actually managed to somewhat suppress her blush. "What's-"

"She's masturbating." This answer was just as blunt as the last one.

And her blush was back. "I-I-I know that! But…" Oh, fantastic. Now she regretted even opening her mouth in the first place. What would he think about her if he really knew her question? He would probably tease her at the worst, which she supposed was nothing new…alright, she'd ask. As long as her teasing wasn't too public.

"Zach…how do boys do that?"

Although the question caught him way off-guard, his expression didn't change, save for a slight twitch of one of his eyes. "It's…It's pretty much what you would guess." Crap. As calm as he tried to keep his voice, the fact that it squeaked in the middle of his sentence was undeniable.

"But…I have no idea how it would work." Her voice was filled with a child-like innocence. It almost reminded him of a curious kitten.

"W-Well…you just grab it and move your hand like…" How was he supposed to explain it? He took a deep breath and plastered his signature smirk across his face as an idea crossed his mind.

"Want me to show you?" he asked in his most devious voice. He saw her eyes drift around the room bashfully. She was so cute this way…

"Ah…only if you want to…" Was it okay that she could feel her heart beating so hard? In a way, she was really excited, but in others, the anxiety was becoming too much.

He gave a genuine smirk as he set the magazine to his side. "Alright." He quickly lifted his shirt over his head, giving her a beautiful view of his slightly muscular chest. She watched innocently as he pulled down his pants and underwear and threw them aside.

"Your turn." Her eyes were already glued to his soft cock. She barely heard his order; her arms just lifted her shirt and bra off automatically.

Her panties and skirt were the next to go, just before her long striped socks. They joined the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. "Zach…why do I have to take my clothes off, too? You're the one who will be…um…"

"Masturbating?"

"Yeah."

"This way, it's better for me. You like thinking about shirtless boys while you touch yourself, right?"

"Th-That's none of your business!"

He chuckled before picking up the magazine again. Class was starting. He scooted closer to her on the bed, making sure she also had a nice view of its contents.

"First, you have to get yourself hard. Sometimes it just happens, but most of the time you look at something like that." His finger was pointing to the same picture she had seen in the mall of the smiling woman riding the guy's dick.

"We guys like to pretend that we're the ones with our junk lodged into her. That's why they don't show the men's faces most of the time."

Cammie's eyes were still stuck on Zach's member. She watched in amazement as it slowly began to rise up.

"Sometimes we don't even need porn. If we're lucky, we can just play with whatever's right in front of us…" His hand came up and squeezed one of her size C breasts, drawing out a moan from the golden-haired girl.

She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second. As much as she wanted to touch herself, this was all about Zach. She kept watching as he grew harder and harder. He was almost fully aroused by now.

His hand drifted down between her legs and lightly brushed against her clit. She let out a slightly surprised yelp as his finger rubbed against her slick opening, playing with the outer lips.

She could feel her hips grinding against his hand as his eyes gazed hungrily at her chest. She stared at his dick in the same way, watching it twitch as it reached its full height.

A quiet moan of disappointment passed her lips as her took his hand away. "Alright, next, you wrap your hand around it like this." With his right hand, he grabbed himself at the base and squeezed, his other hand still holding the magazine.

"Then you move your hand up and down like this." His hand slid slowly up to the head, pausing only for a moment before moving back down. A quiet moan filled the air as his hand hit the base again.

He repeated the motion, beginning to pick up speed. Occasionally, he would stop at the top, taking a moment to rub the head with his thumb. His moans were gradually becoming louder with each stroke.

Cammie was completely hypnotized. She scooted closer to his pole for an even closer look, leaning her head in so she was right next to the action. Her hand came out, lightly touching the head as his hand moved up and down the shaft.

She barely even noticed his hand quickly slow down and stop at the base. Once she did, she looked back at his midnight eyes for more lessons.

Her gaze was returned with a triumphant smirk. "Would you like to try?" She nodded bashfully at him before positioning herself in between his legs. She grabbed him at the base and squeezed, trying to copy him. She couldn't even fit her entire hand around him, he was so thick.

Her hand moved quickly up and down the shaft. She had to admit, this was pretty hot. Boys got to do this all the time without any judgment; she only wished that she could do the same.

It got a little repetitive, though. After a minute or two, she began to wonder how long it was going to take. It's not that she was getting tired or anything; she was just really bored and really horny.

That was when a little light bulb turned on over her head. She pushed his dick all the way up so that it was completely pressed flat against his stomach. She crawled on top of his waist and sat herself down on the edge of his shaft so that her lips hugged the underside of it tightly.

He gasped at the sudden contact. She felt burning hot and so wet on top of him, even though she was only sitting on a tiny part of his pole. Once she started sliding back and forth on top of him, covering the underside of his shaft with her hot juices, he let out a long, noisy moan.

He saw himself twitch underneath her wet hole. Not good. He never wanted this to end, it would be disastrous, not to mention really embarrassing, if he were to cum after just a couple minutes of her treatment.

Cammie humping the life out of his dick wasn't really helping, either. It really was all he could to do to just lie there and take it, moaning in unison with her as she sandwiched his meat in between them.

He mustered up every ounce of will power he had and sat up on his knees, taking her shoulders into his hands. He gently lowered her back onto the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, finally embracing his dominance over her.

He slid himself over her clit in the same way that she had been humping his dick just a moment ago. He went slowly, teasing her, never breaking eye contact. The look on her face was so cute; her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open to let out an occasional groan…it was hard to believe this was the same girl who just a minute ago was wanking him off.

She tried as hard as she could to move her hips in time with his, becoming desperate to cum. She began grunting in sexual frustration as his navy eyes stared into her. Her hole started tightening below him, so close to orgasm.

Some sort of primal instinct bubbling beneath the surface started to rise up and take over her mind and body. Her hand shot out and grabbed his dick, guiding the head to her needy, swollen clit. She rubbed it against her jewel as hard and fast as she could, making his dick wave around wildly.

"Wh-Whoa! Cammie!" Although he felt himself spasm against her again, he wasn't able to see it due to how fast she was moving his dick around. A forceful squirt of precum shot out of his dick, hitting her clit hard and making her cum instantly.

"Zach! Ah! I'm cumming! Oh my god, Zach!" With a shriek, her pussy contracted and squirted her hot cream all over the head of his dick. She continued screaming as her hole spurted out a whole load of her cum, coating his entire pole in her juices.

With this, he pulled himself away as much as he could. If he had stayed on her clit, he probably would have lost it right then and there. He grabbed himself as he watched her orgasm take her over, using her hot cream as a lube to stroke himself slowly.

Cammie writhed around on the bed, her small hands grabbing onto her breasts, as her orgasm slowly came to an end. Her eyes met his as he continued to jack himself off, his face clenched up, struggling to hold it in. His loud moans filled the air as he fired another shot of precum right onto her fat, bald cunt lips.

She quickly rubbed it all over her jewel. Her passionate hunger to cum again was driving her insane. Three of her fingers slid easily inside of her hole, rubbing her g-spot while she listened to the loud, wet sounds of his fapping.

They sat there, Cammie on her back, Zach on his knees, masturbating to the sight of each other. Zach's balls felt like they were about to burst. He had to hold it in. He never wanted this kind of pleasure to end. At the same time, he wanted so badly to cum into her sweet, tight hole, to watch her scream and feel him contract around him as he drew out her orgasm.

He looked down to see his hand speeding up. When had that happened? He looked back at Cammie, who was currently struggling with her own orgasm. He could help with that.

He leaned forward, pressing the smooth head of his cock against her entrance. His hand grabbed his slick, wet dick and slowly rubbed her dripping entrance up and down. He felt her hole contract, anticipating her nearby orgasm.

A touch on his hand shocked him. He looked down to see Cammie's small hand on top of his bigger one, guiding it up and down over his cock. Her hand squeezed his, pulling his hand faster and faster over the thick shaft.

His hand slowly freed itself from her tight grip, letting her touch his cum-covered meat for herself. Her hand slid easily over his throbbing dick as she pushed it against her hot, slippery entrance.

She kept beating him off as she held him on her swollen pink clit. The sounds of his hot, wet cock as she gave him the best hand job he had ever received in his life combined with his loud, throaty moans was almost too much for her to take.

Zach was just as close to cumming as Cammie. His monstrously huge dick throbbed and twitched on her jewel as more precum shot out. His moans morphed quickly from pleasured groans to yelps of ecstasy to shouting out his need for her.

"God Cammie, I'm gonna cum! Cammie, ah, faster!" Her head threw itself back against the bed as her hole tightened even more.

"Ah, not yet, I'm so close…Oh, Zach, ah! Oh yeah, almost! Come on!" Her other hand came down between them to help jack him off. She could feel his hot, wet meat spasming wildly underneath her hands, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

"Cammie, oh god…I need…I need to cum! Please Cammie, make me cum!"

Zach's nuts felt like they were going to burst. As badly as he wanted to cum, he just couldn't. He could feel the warmth spreading throughout his cock and down into his balls that were just aching to shoot. The sheer agony of not being able to shoot off was torturing his poor, teenage balls to the point of turning a bright red color.

A wave of animalistic force washed over his body, his hands shooting out to grab Cammie by the hips and flip her over onto her hands and knees. His grip on her tightened as he pushed himself inside the vice-like warmth, her pussy immediately squeezing tightly around him as her cum squirted out.

He didn't even hear her mewling in protest, nor the orgasmic moan that escaped her when he finally shoved himself inside. All he heard was the loud, wet sounds of his dick slamming into her hot, tight hole.

He shoved himself inside her all-too-willing entrance as surprised moans escaped her lips. Zach pounded into her from behind, her hole visibly stretched by his thick meat. The whole bed bounced and the springs squeaked loudly with every hard, powerful thrust, absorbing his building sexual frustration.

His strong hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her up and down his pole like a rag doll. It felt like he was about to burst, his balls spasming wildly.

A loud shout filled the room as he felt his dick twitch one last time. A huge shot of cum shot out of the head, filling her up instantly.

"Yeah! Oh god, fuck yes! Cammie, I'm cumming! Yeah!" Another shout echoed as another shot of cum squirted into her awaiting hole, gushing out between them and landing on Zach's crotch.

Loud, drawn out moans filled the air as he continued fucking her as hard and fast as he could. More of his hot cum squirted out of her entrance and ran down their legs down onto the bed sheets.

He pulled out of her, cock in hand, and rolled onto his back. She followed suit, her hand guiding his up and down his softening dick as a few more weak shots of cum spurted out of it.

His moans gradually slowed down as he softened. With a contented sigh, he released what was left of his tension. He weakly turned his head to smile at the blue-eyed girl next to him.

"Sorry about that. I just lost control."

Cammie just smiled back tiredly at him before falling asleep.