The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows…
A/N- I've had this in my mind… and I'm VERY proud of it… This is my smut chapter… trust me… this is going to be the BEST chapter ever… with chap 3 in very close second… DOMINATION is like an underlying sex fantasy of mine so… that's why all my smut chapters are about domination… This chapter is more based on sexual frustration, which leads to femdom… I wrote about this once before… same sort of feel… And that one, always got me hot and bothered… hopefully I do this extremely well…
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Disclaimer- I do not own ICarly or any of its characters… Because slavery is illegal…(this is funny =))
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What I find very funny… 90% of my fans are girls… when this is a primarily sex based story… but the fact that a bunch of girls/woman enjoy my story actually kind of makes me happy… if it is right by the female persuasion, then I know I'm doing well…
Keep reviewing and you may get a shout out… maybe… but not really… would take too much work… I'm lazy… but I enjoy the reviews…
Its because of you that I even keep going…
And its because of you that I have the guilt to not stop no matter what…
God that guilt does not feel good…
Well without further humor or guiltiness… let's get on with the show…
-Break-Break-
Chapter Five- "Gave up my body and bed…"
SPOV
"Did we just have sex… because I think I just came…" the sentence echoed loudly in my head. Like it had done for the past three days, in that small whisper barely audible to the human ear. That phrase has been all I've been thinking of for these past few days. Some times I can't even continue with what I was doing after thinking of that phrase. I've grown accustomed to it; it has been the defining moment of my life. Freddie and I were now together, like boyfriend and girlfriend. It's lasted for what? Four days? Yeah… that would be it, he got out of the hospital on Thursday, and he died for six minutes on Tuesday. So yeah… four days. Ever since he has died, I have been careful what I say around him; I don't want what happened between him and I to happen again. Because I don't think he'll come back to me the next time. It was shear luck that he came back last time. He's been at home for a day or two and he and I haven't done anything fun. We haven't even really hung out. Maybe that's why I'm here, to get more time with him.
Since the hospital scene, I have begun to stay at Carly's, so I'm there when Freddie needs me. But although we're together, I feel like we live a million miles away from each other. Carly has been nice enough to open her home for me, I guess even she would want to be close to the guy she loves too. She let me crash on the couch for as long as I wanted, but every night I lie on that couch, all that comes to my mind is the fact that I am mere steps away from Freddie and then the echo comes again and I just can't stop myself.
"Did we just have sex… because I think I just came…" I push my finger in for the thirtieth time that night. I wiggle all over the couch to make myself touch something great on accident. As I keep pushing my finger inside myself, all I can think of is the arrow, the sex dream, his screams, and one sentence…
"Did we just have sex… because I think I just came…" It has echoed in my mind often. And often times, I would have to stop what I was doing and run to the nearest bathroom. If it was at night, I'd stay where I was and let my hand stroll down to my love nest and have some fun. I have masturbated to his words a total of twenty times over the past three days. I have cum over twenty times to his words alone. I can't take it. My head jerks back and forth as my fingers quicken their pace. I go as deep as I can to pull maximum pleasure. Things begin to cascade my thoughts…
"FREDDIEEEE!" "SAMMMMM!" the arrow, the mirror. It all comes to me in mere moments and I realize… This masturbation session will only pain me and not pleasure me. I need more, but not just anything. I need the one thing my body aches for,
The one thing my body can no longer fake,
The one thing that sits behind a door that is less than twenty feet away…
Freddie's manhood.
And it needs to be in me now.
My body can no longer substitute such an object; no longer can it stay away. As I rearranged my clothes under the ashy brown covers, I slowly moved the covers off of me. I stood in the middle of the large room in a sky blue tee with a picture of a pirate logo on it and in black and pink pajama pants. I threw the covers back onto the couch and looked around for anything I'd need. When I looked at Spencer's sculpture, which was close to finished, my body shivered when the thought of Freddie making love to me came to mind. I quickly shook it off and, using my sneaking skills, quickly tiptoed to the door in my white cotton socks. When I reached the door, I turned around and went to my bag, which was sitting next to the desk, which was the pedestal for a light, a light that you had to yell "rampoo," to turn on. When I found my trusty tweezers, I pulled a hair clip out of my hair and turned back towards the door. I pushed on the door to stop it from opening violently, and then slowly turned the door handle. As the door slowly opened, I heard a slight squeak of the hinges. I bit my lip hoping that it wouldn't wake Spencer who was just down the hall to my left. When I realized no one was coming, I opened the rest of the door pretty quickly. I shut it tight, and let out a deep breath when I realized I was already halfway to becoming a woman. I gripped the doorframe, then in a swift motion turned on my heel. I was now face to face with Freddie's door. I hadn't noticed the color of the door until tonight; it was green, dark green like the leaves on a tree. I got down on my knees to pick the lock.
I pulled out my tools from my pocket and began to go to work. As I heard the locks slowly click there way to entrance, I hated the slowness of it. Although lock-picking is one of my most favorite hobbies, it is also the most aggravating. Luckily, I was slow enough to open the door in one shot. When I heard the faint click of the door to unlock I quickly jumped to my feet and repeated the open the door process like I did with Carly's door. When I got inside, the smell that hit me was an aroma of lilacs and raspberry's. In anyone else's home, this would be totally disgusting to me, but the thought of Freddie filled my mind to not care about it. I looked around in the complete and utter darkness to find the one room I've been in multiple times before. In fact… I'm the only girl that has been in his room. Carly has never once gone into his room for anything; I don't even think she knows what his room actually looks like. She always sent me to do all her dirty work, lazy little Carly. I looked around as my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. I found what I was looking for, a door with a small sign on it that read "Freddie's Room…" I remember that one day I came to get him, and Freddie and his mother were fighting over that sign. Freddie believed he was too old for such accommodations like that, it wasn't mature. As I stared, my body shivered again when I remembered the look he gave me that day. It was filled with sorrow, pain, and a deep emotional want, also known as love or was it lust, I can't remember the difference. Once the shiver encompassed my entire body, I tiptoed to his room, stopping just before I entered. As I touched the doorknob, a shock went through my body, to my center than to my legs. I took a deep breath causing the shock to become null in my body. In one swift motion, I threw open the door, just light enough to not cause Freddie to arise from his slumber.
He seemed to be having a good dream, holding his hands to his mouth while gripping his covers. I tilted my head and slowly walked up to him, after closing the door of course. I bent down on my knees and looked at his sleeping face. I took a hold of one his hands and pulled it to my lips; I gave a small kiss to his hand before standing up. As I held onto his hand, thoughts reeled through my head. A thought came to me, and with that thought in mind, I looked down at Freddie's comatose-like body and smiled devilishly. I pulled his hand up to my lips once more, and I began to suck on his index and middle finger, slowly and seductively. I pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a pop, slapping my mouth hoping his body did not recognize the sound. Realizing I was in the clear, I looked down at my pajamas. I pulled at the elastic and pushed his hand to gently tiptoe itself down to the place that house the fruits of my body. As his fingers passed my tender nub, my eyes shut close, quick and tight. I bit my lip as I got accustomed to his fingers being so close to my core. Slowly my eyes reopened as my hand guided it down to where Freddie's hand was. Holding onto his hand, I guided his fingers to the perfect places that caused my body to either go numb, a shock to close my eyes, or cause my legs to wobble.
As the feeling slowly diminished in time, I got bolder, forcing him to finger me. Slowly… slowly… slowly… By the time he was on his fifteenth push, I begged for release, begged for something… more. But I knew myself too much; I wanted to tease myself to painful levels. I wanted my body not just to plead for release, but also to pain for it. I wanted to feel the torture, to feel the sensation so close but never occurring. I wanted that pain; I wanted that desire, that lust… I wanted my body to need it to stay alive, to crave it, to require it. I wanted to kill myself with the frustration of coming ever so close to the orgasm of a lifetime and not even be able to touch it. It didn't take long. In another fifteen strokes, my core wanted something so nice that it was dripping constantly. It almost caused me to fall to my knees with how much juices I was overflowing. My mind went fuzzy ten times. I got bolder, very bolder.
I pulled his fingers out of me, wanting to thrust them back in to feel that touch forever. When they were completely out of my body and out of my pajamas, I stared at the soaked hand I held. It was covered in juices, my juices, as slick as oil and as shiny as metal. I was curious… so I pulled his fingers to my mouth and tasted my own juices, licking every inch of his hand. The taste was almost perfect, it just need something, a kick. I pulled his finger out of my mouth once again and dropped his hand back onto the bed. He was lying on his side, so I lightly pushed him onto his back. He was covered in a sky blue felt blanket. I pulled it off to reveal a young man wearing a pair of black pajama pants, and a white beater. I licked my lips as I stared at his unresponsive body. As I pulled at his pajamas, something shot towards me in half a second. Stopping myself from going any further, I pulled my index finger to my face and wiped a tiny white droplet from my face. As I stared at it on my finger, like before I was curious, so I pulled my finger to my mouth and licked it.
Now this… was perfect. It had the taste of everything Freddie, the lilac, the raspberries, and many other things. Looking back down at his throbbing manhood, I stared at it staring straight upwards. I took a deep breath and a gulp as my body dropped back down to the floor. I was now staring at the arrow uncovered and open to all. I licked my lips as my breath hitched just a little. I closed my lips tightly as my tongue dashed around my mouth wanting to lick them even more. My eyes never ended their gaze with his rock hard member. My head leaned forward as I stared at it. My head hovered ever so slightly above it as my mouth opened just slightly in awe. Before I could even have time to think, something shot again, but this time it hit its mark. It had shot straight into my mouth. I leaned back gripping my mouth in anger until something perfect ran through me. My tongue tasted the liquid in excess. The smell crawled its way up my nose and became all my lungs could breathe. It caused my body to tingle and my center to drip in more excessive increments. I wanted more… I wanted to have that taste in my mouth forever, it was just too addicting. I moved my head closer to the object of my desires. I opened my mouth slightly and dipped my head down slightly. I took the whole thing slowly and stayed down until I couldn't take it any longer. I repeated this several times. Going down, waiting for a couple of seconds, and then coming back up for air. On my seventh repeat, the perfect taste shot again. Sadly, it quickly shot down my throat without me getting the chance to taste it thoroughly.
Freddie only moved once, just slightly, but not enough to wake him fully. As the taste cascaded down my throat, it entered my stomach where a jolt shot every crevice and every hidden part of my body. My center wanted everything he could give, it wanted to drain him completely so that he couldn't walk straight for months. Little did it know, it would get that wish.
As I stared at him pointing straight upwards as if nothing had happened, my teeth began to bite my lip and my heart was skipping like a stone. It got so bad that my back started hunching to feel a bit of comfort. My wingers began to wiggle inhumanly as I stared at the desire I wanted so badly. Slowly, I tiptoed closer to his bed. When I reached his bed, I pulled off his lower garments and threw them next to his computer. The underwear landed on the rim of the wastebasket and his pants were nearly falling off his desk. I looked over at the clothes and almost laughed out loud seeing the mess I made. The pants hit a jar of pencils, which fell to the floor. I put my hand to my mouth to stop any sound from escaping my lips until I heard a sound come from the bed that housed my boyfriend, as well as the only person who could ever satisfy my deepest desires.
Grunt
My eyes widened in horror believing I was caught, but as my eyes made a trail to his bed, I realized that he barely moved at all, all he did was rest his arm over his eyes. I let out a deep sigh of relief. As I slowly made my way to his bed, my heart raced for the finish line. When my knees were touching the metal of his bed frame, my breaths became that of a marathon runner who just finished his Tour de France. I looked down at the clothes I was wearing and I realized I was a bit overdressed for the action I wanted ever so much to commit. I slowly slipped my black and pink pajama pants off first. As they fell to the floor, I slowly made my way up to my panties, lightly touching the skin of my legs with my fingertips. A shiver made its way up and down my spine in a matter of seconds. I was wearing frilly black panties I bought at build-a-bra, sorry I didn't think my first time was going to be me raping the love of my life. I slipped them off slowly; sadly they were sticking to my core so I couldn't take them off that quickly. When they snapped off my sticky center, I let out a low moan as the pull, back lashed upwards. When I was completely bottomless, I walked back over to his bed. I put my right hand onto his bed to get a feel to the comfort. I slowly crawled over top of him, like a lion that stalks it's prey. As time passed, I slowly got into my position over top of him. Before I was about to begin, a feeling of cold air gripped me like an icicle was just jabbed into my back. I turned around and wrapped his sky blue covers around me enough that I was semi warm.
I got into position once more, ready… willing… requiring… As I lowered myself, I thought to myself, this is what I've wanted; I wanted this for so long. It has been in my thoughts for the past three days constantly. My dreams are about to come true, my pining for him is about to come to fruition. I decreased the angle between us, and gripped him in my arms, feeling the soft cotton of his tee. His body felt warm like a fireplace, and he was thin because he felt empty. This depressed me. I outstretched my arms to lean over top of him, I smiled. I kissed his chest once. Gripping the blankets of his bed, I lowered myself. At first it felt like I had just had surgery with out any anesthesia right up my legs. The pain shot everywhere in my body, I almost couldn't take it when I felt something in my stomach. It felt weird but it felt amazing. I couldn't explain it if I tried. I pushed myself upwards, and then right back down, there it was again. I repeated this process ten times before I realized what that feeling actually was.
"Freddie… you hit my womb every time." I smiled as I pumped him in his sleep. The only movements he made were that of groans and a facial expression I wanted to see forever. His eyes squinted like he was sprayed by a can of pepper spray while his mouth was pulled to that of disgust. I felt his breath upon my face, which caused me to pump harder. I wanted him to wake up, to return my harsh pumping with fast and hard thrusts. But there was a part of me, a big part that didn't want him to wake up.
I felt something else in my stomach. Like a vice grip. It began to get worse the more I pumped. It got so bad that my hands clenched onto the sheets. I should have realized it, but I was having an orgasm, a very intense and drawn out orgasm. The tightness began to move downwards, slowly becoming more pleasurable with every inch closer to my core. When it reached the intersection between him and me, the tightness began to make me euphoric and dizzy. I tried to make it last longer, but with every pump it got harder to control my body. My eyes went to that of white light and my body felt like it does before it goes numb. I couldn't move without the feel of thumbtacks touching my body. I lasted as long as I could.
"Freddddddiiiiieee…." I whispered. "Erghhhhhhaaaaa…aaaaahhhh" it got even harder to feel my body. My arms became weak and soon they gave and my body fell onto his, but my hips still pumped. Without fail. I began to become afraid when even when I had absolutely no energy, my hips still moved. My teeth began to dig holes in my lips as the feeling gripped my hips causing them to burn. My arms wrapped themselves around Freddie's body, as my pumps got harder, harsher, lustier, and more intense. Soon my body got a mind of its own as the pumps got so fast that my core became numb. I grabbed Freddie tightly as I couldn't hold off any longer; I could tell he couldn't either. I looked at his scrunched up face and whispered, "Ohhhhh Gooddddeooddddddd Fredddddddieeeeaargghhhhhhh… NNNNNNGGHHHHH!" My breaths got heavy, my voice got weak, and my heart raced faster than I could have ever imagined. I pumped once more when wetness gripped my entire body. As the sweat retreated on my face, my fluids from every corner and crevice of my body ran, more like sprinted to our connection. When it got there, every drip and drop flooded out of my body onto him. My stomach began to feel just as empty as Freddie's did, maybe even emptier. I screamed as the pain and ecstasy entwined with each other. "ERRRRRAGGGHHHHH!" the pain felt like none I've felt before while the pleasure felt weird to me. Suddenly, I felt something else. As my fluids were pouring out, some fluids entered me as well. I could feel that they were Freddie's… He had cum inside of me… and it almost felt like my heart jumped out of my chest. My breath escaped me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't feel.
As I slowly came down from my high, I realized I couldn't stay. I did break in, after all. As I lifted myself off of him, it felt like I just pulled a plug from an outlet. It didn't feel right to me without him, it felt empty. I don't know when I'll be able to do this again, that's what makes me feel so empty. I can hope it'll be soon, but I am a realist not an idealist. As I gather my stuff, I stop at his door and turn around. As I stare at the boy sleeping soundly in his bed, I blow a small kiss to him, I tap my hand on the doorframe and then I leave. When I return to my couch bed in Carly's house, I lie down and put my hand on my eyes in disgrace. I can't help but think…
I…
Just…
Raped Freddie…
A/N- Sorry if this wasn't as great as I thought it would be… sorry… I knew this sex story… I even planned it out… but I just wasn't in the mood to write it… please be nice to me… I am a guy and I didn't know what a girl feels during sex… I can only imagine… or question… for those of you who think Sam's pregnant… no she's not… just think she's on BC pills… I just didn't want her to have a condom on… sex is better without it but you do take those typsa chances of pregnancy… not that I'd have a problem with having a child… I always wanted a daughter… don't know why… but I just always wanted a daughter instead of a son… don't make fun… well you learned something about me… yay for you…
-Break-Break- (A/N- if you wonder why I do this, it's because the stupid document uploader doesn't show the black line that is supposed to be above the break…)
FPOV
Death isn't all its cracked up to be… You enter a black room and you basically just wait. Wait for life, death, heaven, or hell. I never understood it. They say your entire life passes before your eyes… but all that passed in front of mine were thoughts or memories of Sam. I left her saddened and depressed, thinking I didn't love her anymore. When I was in that black damn room, all I could see was Sam smiling, Sam's blue eyes, or hear Sam's voice. After awhile of heartbreaking moments passing before my eyes, I knew I couldn't leave her. I couldn't die without telling her I still loved her. What kind of heartless person would?
I jumped up to my feet and ran as fast as I could for an exit. Somewhere… Anywhere… After awhile, I began to actually see Sam in my mind. Like literally right in front of me. She was watching me as I ran for her. She kept running backwards as if trying to elude me. It pissed me off causing me to run after her faster. The faster I ran, the further away she got. It depressed me. I gave up… realizing I was getting nowhere. I dropped to my knees and cried, when it hit me, I'd never see Sam again. Her smiling, her voice, her punches, her kisses, her stares… Everything, not just the little things. As I held my head in my hands, I felt a comforting hand upon my shoulder. I stopped my tears, and looked to my left and saw the smile I've engraved into my mind for so long. Sam stood huddled over, smiling at me. I wanted to smile back at her. But before I could, she disappeared.
I jumped up and looked for her. I ran this way and that, that way and this. Till I hit something, that even you'd hit. I ran into a door… a door I can honestly say was transparent… Not a window door but an actual invisible door. As I got up from the fall, I looked ahead of me. I stood in front of the wall and pushed on it. I felt like I was in a stupid video game pushing on an invisible force field like the one that stood before me. As my mind ran to thoughts of a video game, I felt something protruding out of the wall, invisible as well. I gripped it, turned it and pushed. As I slowly walked inside a dark room, I noticed a couple of things. One, that this room looked familiar, and two, that I'd enjoy what was going to happen. As I stood just on the other side of the door I had entered through, I saw a light shining on a mirror-like surface. As I walked over to the mirror, I stood and looked at my reflection. Suddenly, I was unable to move. As I stood watching my reflection, a hand gripped my shoulder. But in the reflection, nothing was there. I glanced as far right as I could and saw a purple glove. The thought was clear and I knew that this person was definitely Sam.
As she slowly tiptoed around me to be directly in front of me, still holding onto my arm with her left hand, she looked… well since the word sexually arousing is not an adjective, I'll just say she looked… *cough* extraordinary. She was wearing everything I wanted her to be in, the lace bra, panties and gloves. I wanted to touch her body, to feel her silky smooth skin under my fingertips, but I was immovable, I was stuck to be sexually taunted.
She took her hand off my shoulder, turned around, and grinded me slowly. All I could do was give whimpering sounds. She pulled my left hand with hers and placed it upon her breast and slowly moved it to her stomach which caused her breath to cut and a sound come from her throat. "ernnnhhh…." Her stomach under my fingertips felt more to me than I could try to describe. She let my hand roam around her naval, causing me to wish my tongue was where my fingers were. She leaned her head against my shoulder and placed her right hand on the back of my head, still grinding me. It's not like she needed to, I already had the massive erection in my pants begging for the clothes that were between us to disappear.
After her sexually arousing grind on me, she pushed her upper body off of me causing our position to be completely sexual. My hand was still on her stomach holding her next to me. She then began to slowly bounce against me, giving the idea that she was having sex with me. In one speedy motion, she turned and stood straight, which caused my still hand to fall upon her nice curvy butt. She did not intend on this to happen, causing her to bite her lip tightly. She leaned into me, putting her lips close to my ear whispering. "Do you want more?" I wanted to scream yes, but my mouth and the words were still not allowed to come out. Luckily, she felt my throbbing and twitching manhood inside my boxers. She pulled back to show me the wide smile she put on.
"Ahhhhhh, I see…" She slowly, with her finger, traced my chest downwards towards my boxers. Still with her lace glove upon her hand, she pulled open my boxers and stuck her hand in. She began to jack me off with her hand, the lace glove was making me go insane. She did it slowly, very very slowly, pulling it towards her than pushing it against me. My breath was getting deeper, and her smile got wider. Her eyes squinted as her motions got increasingly faster. She was biting her lips and staring straight at me as she still jerked me off with a gloved hand. My heart was beating erratically, and sweat dripped from my body without fail. I felt it coming, but for some reason something was stopping it. I whimpered for release that wouldn't come. Maybe this is my hell, to be so close but can never do. Hell is supposed to be torture, and this… is torture. My torture is to be sexually aroused by the girl I love and have all of my sexual arousal hibernate in my erect manhood begging waiting for release.
As time passed, my manhood began to engorge in the amount of cum just waiting to spray out like a fire hydrant. Sam's toothy grin told me she didn't want me to release. She began to kiss my neck making the pain even worse, and the desire to take her even stronger and more agonizing.
"you want to cum, don't you… well I won't allow that…" she started going faster making me writhe in pain. My manhood wanted to explode, but she just wanted me to be in such pain that I can't imagine anything worse. I can only give it one comment, blue balls in its extreme form to the even exponentially extreme.
After an hour of being stroked by Sam, I was still unable to cum. My teeth began to grit as sweat of immense proportions fell from my forehead.
"Cum for me… cum buckets for me… give me it all…" suddenly my stomach was tensing and my voice began to release its hold. We locked eyes and suddenly I felt it, a sound coming from my throat and the release my body longed for.
"SAMMMMMMMM!" as the burst shot so hard that it went all over her hand. She pulled her hand out from my boxers and brought it to your lips. She slowly parted her lips and stuck her finger in slowly. My mouth agape, I felt a surge through my body as a second orgasm gripped my body as I grabbed her ass harshly in my hand.
"SAMMMMM!"
"FREDDIEEEE!" I heard her moan in my ear…
"Did we just have sex… because I think I just came…" I whispered trying to be funny.
She went beat red as I smiled at her. She jumped on top of me and kissed me and began to grind me.
"Why do you have to torture me?…" I said a little more peeved than I expected.
She looked at me teary eyed, "I'm sorry." She got off of my bed and sat in her chair next to me looking down, still crying.
"I didn't mean it like that… It's just I had this crazy ass dream… and I- you were there…" I said as sincerely as I possibly could. She glanced up with eyes red as a summer sunset. All I could feel was depression, heartbreak, and guilt. I'm unsure if she and I are still boyfriend and girlfriend after what happened that day. She broke my heart, and I just yelled at her affections… I'm a horrible person…
Maybe that's why I'm in this predicament. We have not spoken for three days. It might be just bad blood right now. I knew after our first fight that what she needs right now is space and she'll come to me soon enough. (A/N- I just wanted to add that in for humor) My dreams tonight were nothing short of sexually arousing.
It began with me in the middle of a park. As I walked along the path that divided the square, I came across a tree. On the tree, a sentence was sculpt into the bark.
'Come XX me… and Come to See' two letters after the first 'Come' were scratched off. I looked at it closer, but I couldn't make it out. As I stared the park I was standing in began to vanish but not completely. Everything around me became blurry. I began to run down the hazy pathway until I found someone who was easy to see.
"Sam? What are you doing here…?" I walked up to her as she was holding onto a tree. I heard a soft groan, "nggggghhhh…" in the next instant, she was gone. Everything around me became clear but was replaced with a room, my room. I walked around it slowly until everything became blurry once more. As I turned my head trying to find something clear, I found it… right next to my bed. Sam crouched onto her knees into a praying fashion. She moved her head forwards, then the event disappeared and cleared once more. This time when it cleared, I was in my bed, but I was unable to move, like Hell. I tried to look around but my sight was blurry and my eyes were fixed downwards. Suddenly I saw someone, a female girl, with blonde and brunette hair. She had her hand on my manhood and she was crouching over top of me.
She slowly lowered upon me, and I felt the moisten inside of her core. I will never forget the scrunched up look on her face. She slowly went lower and the tightness of her core cleared up my vision. She put her hand upon my chest and I felt her fear in her trembling hand. If I had the ability, I'd cry right then. When I was fully inside of her, my manhood felt scrunched. She very slowly pulled herself up, and then slowly pushed her way down. Again, I felt the crampness of my manhood inside of her.
"Freddie… you hit my womb every time." she whispered. I wanted to give the biggest smile I ever had but fear of this great moment ending stopped me from doing so.
The ecstasy her moisten insides felt like the ecstasy that I got from coming after an hour of being forced to hold it in. My tongue began to dart around my mouth as the wetness could almost be taste in my mouth.
She began to go fast, making my ecstasy even greater and more intense. After awhile, my ecstasy came to fruition as my cum built itself up inside of me. I began to hear pants come from her.
"Freddddddiiiiieee….Erghhhhhhaaaaa…aaaaahhhh" the tightness gripped me harshly. I wanted to cum so hard but I knew I could last at least a bit longer.
"Ohhhhh Gooddddeooddddddd Fredddddddieeeeaargghhhhhhh… NNNNNNGGHHHHH!" Her tightness was almost unfathomable. I could feel droplets escape my throbbing manhood. I knew I could last longer, just a little bit longer, I had to, for her sake. I threw my arm over my face, to stop me from screaming from the amount of ecstasy, luckily she thought it was just a night movement as she kept going.
She wrapped her arms around my body as I felt the cum about to explode.
"ERRRRRAGGGHHHHH!" she thrust down harshly as her body pushed at me, and she pumped me one last time causing an abundance of cum to enter her fast and almost unhuman. I wanted to just keep coming, to never stop, but soon I did. She kissed my chest and slowly got off. With my arm still shielding my eyes, I heard her move about my room and then leave. When my door was completely closed, I smiled the widest I have ever done. I took a deep breath and said out loud.
"I just fucked Sam…
And it…
Was…
AWESOMEEEE!"
-Break-Break-
A/N- I know my sex scenes weren't as great as time should have given them, but this chapter I just was never in the mood for… I'm sorry if it didn't make you happy, it was totally my fault… I'm sorry it is also like a week late… I outlined it… maybe that's why it sucks… please review…
Review to tell me if you liked it… masturbated to it… dreamt of it… please tell me if it at least was good… That I did right by my fans…
Next chapter is more masturbation… because Sam still doesn't know that Freddie was awake… soooo she doesn't know that she and Freddie can have sex again…
Review to tell me if my story is going slightly well…
Next Chapter- "All for an empty hotel…"