Killer Tuna Redux – Chapter 4 free porn video

It had been months since Freddie Benson had seen his best friends, Carly Shay and Sam Puckett. With Carly, it was kinda understood why he never saw hide or hair of her; she was on the other side of the world practically in Italy with her dad. He'd get a phone call every so often, but the timing was never right and she could never get the time zones right. And not long after Carly left, Spencer did too. Just packed up and left. He guessed that with Carly gone, her br*ther didn't have anything really anchoring him to Seattle anymore so it was like Freddie lost two people in one.

Sam, on the other hand, only called or texted when she needed something, which was always, and things were never personal. Always with the 'fix this' and 'do me a solid' and for some reason he did it. He wasn't entirely sure why, if it was the fact that they used to date, or their long friendship, or that he still had real feelings for the aggressive blonde (in a friendship sense- romantic feelings usually depended on the day).

But tonight, when he saw the call coming up on his cell from an L.A. number, he figured it had to be Sam and her problems.

"Hello?"

"Is this the Nub Benson?"

Even though the high pitched female voice couldn't see his face he still narrowed his eyes at the phone.

"It's Freddie, but yeah… I guess it is. Who is this?"

There was a pause like the question confused the girl. "This is… Sam's roommate, Cat, and I wanted to call you about Sam."

"Oh jeez… what did she do now? I'm assuming she needs bail?"

"Oh no…" Cat said in a breathy tone. "She's not in jail… she's in the… hospital."

The Seattle teen was confused because it sounded like this girl was just reading those words off a piece of paper, but the idea of Sam being in that kind of trouble overloaded his reasoning.

"Holy chizz!" he exclaimed. "Is she alright? I mean, I know she isn't if she's in the hospital, but is it something like super serious or is she going to be ok or-"

"She has… two broken legs and there was… like, a lot, a lot of blood at the scene of… her… motorcycle accident."

"That two wheeled death machine…" Freddie sighed, shaking his head. "I told her that thing was dangerous but does anyone ever listen to me? Noooo… They-"

"She says she wants to see you before she dies, so you should come to the apartment. I'll text you the address. Kay bye."

Before Freddie even had time to react, the phone call was over and he just stood there praying that his long-time friend and short-time girlfriend was going to be alright. Without a second thought, he used up his allowance for a plane ticket and planned to take the first flight he could get down to Los Angeles in the morning.







Understandably, Freddie was near frantic as he double checked the address three or four times before knocking on Sam's (and Cat's apparently) place. A nightmare experience on a plane and a packed airport aside, it actually wasn't too hard to find, but luckily the cabbie seemed to know the address pretty well. His mind was racing, hoping that she was alright, and that the way Cat had said it just made it sound like Sam was in bad shape. His nervousness was reaching critical when no one answered, so he knocked a second time.

But as nervous as he was, what he saw just a moment after he knocked again, drained any and all colour and sense from his head.

The girl in the doorway had the reddest hair he had ever seen and based off Sam's description, he had to assume this was Cat. The rest however, caught him completely off guard. This girl was in her underwear. Or it looked like underwear at first. It was actually a frilly strapless baby pink corset lingerie piece and a pair of sheer knee highs, and from the look of it, not that he was remotely courageous enough to look, but it seemed like she was missing the necessary undergarment of the piece.

"Ummm… hello?" Freddie said, unsure why he made 'hello' into a question.

"Ohmygod, Freddie…" Cat said, looking incredibly pleased to see him, and he was actually surprised she knew who he was. Maybe Sam was keeping a picture of him around and Cat saw, or maybe Sam had talked about him enough that Cat could easily identify him. "Come in."

"Uhm… ok. Sure…" Freddie said, cautiously moving forward into the house. He was actually surprised at how clean it looked compared to how Sam usually lived. "Is she here? Is she home from the hospital?"

"Oh Sam's fine. She's not here," Cat said, biting her lip seductively as she closed the door. "Just me… and you now… all alone."

"Wait…" Freddie said, squinting and backing away. "So Sam's not bleeding with two broken legs?"

"No… what makes you think that?" she said, looking at him like he was crazy, as if she was the normal one for making up the story.

"So why… did you tell me… that?" Freddie's brain was practically fried by this information as if everything he knew for the last 12 hours had been a complete and utter lie. He didn't know what to say, and the first thing that came to mind popped out. "Are you aware that you forgot your underwear?"

"Did I?" Cat said, feigning innocence, lowering her hand, lifting the edge of a frill just enough to show her completely shaven area. "I thought it was a little chilly…"

"I get it now…" he said, an Admiral Akbar shaped bulb going off in his head. "This is a really elaborate setup to humiliate me…" He was quickly realizing this was all just a trap/prank. Par for the course when having Sam Puckett in your life. "So where's Sam? I know she's gotta be around here somewhere, right? Ready to pop out and surprise me with some sick joke she came up with."

"Nope," Cat said, opening doors to show that she wasn't lying. They were truly alone. He honestly felt bad as she bent a bit to shut one of the closets and showed off the incredible curve of her perfect peach ass. "I told you we were all alone in this roomy place with such… thick walls. I could yell and scream and nobody would hear me really. Comes in handy."

"Well… as completely non-serial killer-y as that sounds, I'm pretty sure that settles it. I need to go-" Freddie said, starting to sweat, but the redhead was fast.

Like a bolt of lightning, the petite girl was off the couch and blocking Freddie's way to the door. "You don't have to go, you know."

"Umm… look, you seem like a completely normal and sane person, Cat…" he lied, wondering what he had gotten himself into. "But I probably should be going if Sam's really ok. I've had a terrible flight here and it was hard enough-"

"I definitely noticed how hard it was," she said, her hand running along the front of his pants.

"Whoa!" he nearly jumped back. "No… Cat. I can't do that. I don't even really know you and if Sam's still the person I know, I'm not sure if I should let her see me, not like this, and I couldn't you know… do any of… this. I don't know you." Freddie had never been this nervous in front of a girl since he first hit puberty.

"Then get to know me…" Cat said, looking into his eyes with her most sultry look she could manage. "I'm Cat Valentine. I have red hair, I'm completely smooth from the neck down, and I want you to break me in ways that Sam never knew."

"Well, Cat, don't get me wrong…" Freddie said, shaking his head as if that built up his resistance. "You are incredibly attractive and maybe we can hang out sometime but right now, I just need to head back home and rest. I just can't do this right now, and-"

"Your… cock says differently," she whispered, as if the bad word was stuck in her throat. He was just as tall as Jade, which meant she had some experience with this type of leaning and tiptoeing, and while she felt ashamed for coming onto her best friend's ex-boyfriend, she was really horny and the whole mess with catching Sam and Jade had put her on edge to rectify the hurt she was feeling. "Lo quiero dentro de mí (I want it inside me)"

"¿¡Qué!" Freddie was stunned that she spoke such intimate Spanish. "Cat, this is very wrong and I need to get out of here, and, and, and we won't ever… hablar de esto otra vez (speak of this again)…" he over pronounced to make sure she understood his words.

"Or…" she said, "Vete a la mierda a la mierda de mí (you fuck the shit out of me)… and never speak of it again."

"Seriously?" he said exasperated, trying to pull away from this situation. "This can't-"

Cat stepped up and stroked him harder in his pants whispering into his ear. "Es tan grande y duro ... Apuesto a que no puedo hacer de todo en mi boca y yo estoy tan jodidamente mojada sólo de pensar en cómo va a arruinar mi pequeño coño (It's so big and hard... I bet I can't get it all in my mouth and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about how it's going to wreck my tiny pussy)."

Freddie knew when to surrender and just let the moment happen. It had been months since he'd even kissed a girl, much less any of this. "Oh, Dios mío ... yo podría ser un caballero, pero no soy un idiota ... (Oh my God… I might be a gentleman, but I'm not an idiot…)"

Cat began to say something but she was cut off as he pushed her onto the couch, and slid his fingers into the top of the frilly baby doll lingerie.

"Oh, jank…" she cooed, feeling his strong hands actually ripping the carefully thought out outfit off of her. His hungry mouth devoured her small yet pert breasts as she called out every thought that came to her mind. "Mmm… Freddie, chupar mis tetas ... morderlas ... necesitan tanta atención (suck my tits… bite them… they need sooo much attention)."

When he was with Sam, Freddie had tried to keep sex romantic like he always believed it should be- an act of pure love, but right now, all romanticism was out the window and replaced with pure, unbridled lust. He bit into her exposed pencil eraser capped flesh, while squeezing the other in his hands.

Cat was already on the verge of a release and he had only touched her above the stomach so far. She honestly felt like if he didn't penetrate her in the next minute she might die. She shakenly fumbled with the front of his pants and reached in to free his cock. Cat pulled from his tight hold, turned to face him, and quickly impaled herself as fast as possible on his girthy spear.

She quickly realized this might have been a mistake as the pain was white hot for a few seconds before the complete pleasure took hold. Cat wondered if she hadn't had toys the night before to stretch her out a bit if she'd have even been able to do any of this.

There weren't many thoughts after that as Freddie began to thrust in and out of her sopping cunt, which was no doubt soaking through his pants at that very moment. The redhead only had to bounce for a few seconds before she felt a release coming and after his mouth latched tightly onto her peaks, her orgasm was ensured to be intense.

He looked up to see her eyes roll back in her head as she gripped him tightly to ride out this orgasm. Freddie had no intention of slowing himself down as he used his hands to lightly slap her breasts as he kissed the other, just to keep her stimulation going. Once he knew that she was done, he lifted her like a rag doll and flipped her over- face down, moving her legs to each side, as he pounded her pussy like a man possessed.

"Ooooh… Doggie style," Cat said in her normal tone, forgetting this persona for a second. "I'm not like Sam! Fuck me hard… hasta que no pueda caminar! (until I can't walk!)" she shouted as her face was f0rced into the couch cushions, silencing her. She collected her thoughts for a moment wondering if mentioning her roommate's name was a bad idea. The moment he hit her G-spot like an A-bomb, she didn't care "Fuck me like the little slut I am!"

Freddie had long since abandoned any problem obliging her wishes as he gripped her ass tightly and increased his pace and his f0rce. She screamed in ecstasy at the feeling, and it only got more intense when he began slapping her ass much harder than anyone ever had.

The little redhead summed up some strength and pushed Freddie back and relieved herself completely of her lingerie, leaving her in nothing but her sheer stockings. She pushed Freddie onto the couch and kneeled between his legs.

What she now faced was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in person, and while she only had two others to go on, she knew that this part was going to be difficult. But she couldn't help herself. This anim*l she had become craved him, and especially this part of him, and she needed to taste him and show him how much she desired this.

Cat licked her juices off the member, from the underside of the shaft up to the head, which she licked around, tasting not only herself, but also a bit of his salty pre-cum, that gave her a peek at what was going to come when he was done.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the first inch into her mouth, her tongue still dancing around the crown, sucking lightly. As he became more confident with this, she pulled off and looked up at him, stroking him with intent.

"I love the taste of your cock…" she whispered, to get him going, but undeniably true too. She had such innocent kitten eyes, but the way she would slap her cheeks and rub her face with the shaft made Freddie think she was truly a caged tiger. "Promise you'll cum for me…" she said batting her eyelashes. "Me lo prometes?"

Freddie just nodded, as Cat smiled inhaling more of him this time, feeling him pulse and harden even more inside her wet tomb was incredible and she unc0nsciously began to diddle herself as she went, wanting to get off with him.

Cat had studied the porno movies on the internet and she couldn't imagine doing all those things the girls there did, but she picked up on some styles, twisting the hand on his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down.

Now it was Freddie's turn to grunt, as his hand moved to the back of her head, pushing her a little bit more, but still consciously not wanting to gag her. To feel the redhead's tight throat muscles contract and expand on his member was incredible, and something he'd never forget.

In fact, he was so lost in the moment, he didn't even realize how close he was until it was too late and he held Cat's head in place as his hips bucked forward, nearly choking her, but she managed to keep nearly all of his release in her mouth.

It was certainly different than anything she'd tasted, very salty but also a grainy sweet aftertaste. She quickly realized that if she wanted to get off she needed to act fast before he deflated.

Cat nearly leapt up and sat on his cock again, this time facing away from him, and rapidly rubbed her clit so much she could have started a fire, as he pounded her hard. While he was still engorged, even though the hyper sensitivity was tough to work past, gripping her tiny tits tightly from behind her, bouncing her so hard and fast that she started to lose the feeling in her legs.

She was in the middle of finally getting her second orgasm when Freddie lifted her up, giving her only a moment to recover, and pushed her against the kitchen counter, bending her over so her perfect ass could be revealed, despite being on wobbly legs.

He knelt down behind her and pulled her cheeks apart and licked her dripping sex, using his strong hands to push her lower back down and spread her legs for his better access. Now that she was positioned well, he kept her ass cheeks apart and devoured her delicious and tangy sweet sex that was completely different than Sam's. He quickly fully undressed as he licked slowly to savour it all.

Freddie even got so adventurous that he pressed his tongue against her incredibly tight and puckered hole, gaining entry for only a moment before the redhead began to scream in absolute ecstasy. For a moment, he wondered if he could go to that extreme with her, when he never even dreamed of going there with Sam.

He abandoned teasing her backdoor and spun the redhead around so he would have full access, and slid his index finger around her outer lips, every so often moving deeper inside, but retreating before penetration. This act would immediately be followed by a long slow lick of her pronounced clit. After the third cycle and her whining, Freddie finally inserted the finger, all the way to the base knuckle and wiggled it inside her as if he was inviting her over from inside.

The mewing sounds she was making sounded like a puppy begging for a treat, and while he intended to give it to her, he wanted to make Cat squirm a little more for putting him in this position.

Freddie added another finger, and then another, until she was grinding and practically bouncing on his hand. Once he knew she was really enjoying it, he pulled them out and began his famed oral skills.

Sam would deny it of course, given the chance, but Freddie was an incredible cunnilinguist, and he knew it. He pushed his tongue inside her molten core and lapped up everything he could, savouring her incredibly sweet flavour as he began to spell with his tongue, counting to ten before starting over in Spanish.

Cat might have been trying to form words, but all she could get out were moans, squeals, and high pitched mixtures of the two. Knowing that he was pushing Cat to the edges of her sanity, if she had any that is, Freddie made sure his middle finger was well lubricated with his saliva and her juices and pushed against her asshole again.

While the tongue was shocking and new and different and it made her want to scream just as much in fear as pleasure, this finger's possible intrusion was really much scarier than his sponge-y mouth organ.

She reacted with such surprise that she f0rced back against it, and in a split second, the finger disappeared inside her backdoor. The feeling was unnatural but so incredibly intense that Cat began seeing flashes of white, and experienced her third mind altering orgasm with Freddie. And as she looked down at him, savouring her almost squirting release, she realized he was already ready for another go.

Cat's mind raced trying to re-engage as the cum-thirsty whore she wanted to be so she could ravage Sam's former lover, but the opposite had really happened today. Still, she wanted to feel like she was in control here. "Are you gonna just sit there or…" Cat turned back around and shook her reddened ass at him, "vas a joder a mis pequeños cerebros puta fuera? (are you going to fuck my little whore brains out?)"

Realizing that she clearly wanted another go round, he wanted to truly dominate her for this moment. He spit on his hand and stroked himself and without any warning or further prep, pierced her core with his cock, going deeper inside her than he had yet and as she felt like she was going to be torn in two, she knew this feeling was the most incredible thing she'd ever felt with a guy.

Her body was on fire and he wasn't letting up, spanking and gripping her ass tightly, something that always turned her on, as he fucked her like an anim*l, pulling her hair and grabbing her arms, making her feel completely powerless. Freddie saw the reflection of the two of them in a mirror in the kitchen and shifted so Cat could see herself.

"You see that little… putilla… getting pounded in the mirror?" he whispered, putting so much f0rce in the Spanish, wanting her to truly see herself being taken. "Who is that?"

Holy jank, she thought, he really is going to fuck my brains out, she thought as she tried to speak, only managing to squeal, "It's me…"

"I'm sorry, you depraved putilla… what was that?"

"ME!" she screamed out, her legs turning to jelly. "But don't call me a slut… I'm really a good girl."

Cat's character had been obliterated and now she just wanted him to bring her to her orgasmic oblivion once more. Freddie hadn't even seemed to notice her words and she wondered if she could just keep up the act if she could find it again.

"I can…ugghhh… I can't stand anymore," she desperately pleaded, the act now completely gone, and she cooed for another release.

Freddie pulled her from the counter and picked her up, still sheathed inside, grabbing just above behind her knees and carried her over to a flat and clear wall. He bit at her neck softly and then pressed her nubile body against the wall and fucked her from behind, holding her up so her feet weren't even touching the ground. The redhead tried to use her fingers to grip onto the flat and solid wall with no luck. Cat had never felt so weak and defenceless, but all she could do was moan and squeal as her fourth orgasm (her record for this amount of time) took hold.

Her vice-like pussy, the tightest thing he had ever been inside since the night he gave his virginity to Sam, had become way too much and Freddie knew it was only a matter of time before he had his first non-masturbatory release in what felt like forever. He dropped her softly, showing a bit of mercy, his raging erection slipping from her as she collapsed onto the floor, trying to catch her breath as she leaked her juices on the tiled floor, breathing deeply and unable to see straight for a moment, lost in the heavy fog of afterglow.

Freddie looked down at her, seeing her makeup, which probably took an hour to do, looking an absolutely mess, her red hair was all over the place, showing off that it was most certainly a dye job, and a part of him felt bad that he was so rough with her. But there was something sinister about her betrayal and tricking him into coming here that made him feel like he was owed vindication. Like flipping a switch, that previously unquenched lust took back over and he grabbed the narrow base of her head, and pulled her upwards, forcing her face onto his waiting cock, which she almost absent-mindedly took.

The taste of her own juices, his incredibly tasty previous release, and his natural musk took over her senses and she could honestly swear she tasted a bit of Sam in there somewhere, which made her feel sad again. Just ready for this mistake to be over, her body pulled its last reserves and hungrily stroked his cock as his strong hands pushed her further onto his cock, pressing the behemoth, compared to her thin frame, deeper into her throat than she'd ever imagined.

Just when she thought that she might pass out from something she now knew was a real mistake, she felt a slight shiver from his body, as his grip tightened on her head, and her throat and mouth were painted with his hot cum, filling her up so much that some of it couldn't help but dribble from her mouth as she slid the member from her lips, dripping his seed all over her pert breasts. She swallowed what she could but ended up playing with some on her fingers as Freddie slid down the wall to join her on the floor.

"Yo, what's up for din- WHAT THE FUCK, CAT?!"

As both teens were sprawled on the floor catching their breath, they were horrified at the sight before them. It was Sam, who was not only healthy, but already turning red in the face. And that was before she recognized who Cat was with at that moment.

"Holy fucking chizz…" the blonde said, gripping her phone so tight, it cracked in her hand. "BENSON?!"

"Oh… hey, Sam…" was all he could manage as he tried to stand up and cover himself. "This isn't-"

"Don't you dare fucking say that this isn't what it looks like…" she said, slowly approaching the two of them, bloodlust in her eyes.

"This…" Freddie looked into Sam's eyes and saw that more than anger, there was also some real hurt there. "This is exactly what it looks like."

"So you just flew down here, fucked my best friend in my kitchen of all places, and didn't think you should at least call me?"

"It started in the living room actually," Cat said, her head down like a puppy that was shamed.

"Cat… stop. Sam…" Freddie said, taking a deep breath, looking at the redhead still on the floor and then back to Sam. "I thought you were dying in the hospital. Cat called me last night and told me you were in a crash, so that's why I came."

"And that made you fuck Cat because…?"

"When she told me you were actually fine, she just…" Freddie didn't want to throw responsibility aside, but it just came out, "came onto me, and you know it's been a while, I mean… you were the last-"

"I know damn well how long it's been," Sam's face had a look of hate so strong; he'd only ever seen it in the presence of Neville or Nora. "And Cat… the fuck were you thinking?"

"I just… you know…"

"No, I don't know, Cat. How would I know why you would call, lie, and screw the shit out of the only guy I ever loved?"

"The only what now?" Freddie said, interjecting with his finger up like he had a question.

Sam answered his question by gripping the finger tight and pulling it so far back it could have broken if she wanted. "Bathroom's in there on the right. Go get cleaned up, Benson, get your shit, and… and I don't care what you do after that. Go the fuck back home. I can't deal with you, right now."

Freddie felt relieved really that he was avoiding the fiery wrath of Sam and her many physical tortures, but the pain in her eyes just hit him so hard, it might as well have been a butter sock. He scooped up all his clothes and headed into the bedroom's shower, hoping that the shame would wash out as easily as the sweat and juices.

Back in the kitchen, Cat was still on her knees, sprawled out, sore, both physically and after looking at Sam, the emotional soreness was even worse.

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize." The blonde was practically towering over the blubbering redhead now. "Just tell me why."

"Because you stole Jade from me…"

"What?!"

"You and Jade… you were… you know… and that was… our… 'thing'."

Sam stared at her shaking roommate and despite all her anger, she felt a real wave of pity. "We were just messing around, Cat. You had me going yesterday morning, and I was just in the moment and Jade is… you know how fun she is."

"I'm what now?"

Sam turned to see Jade in the doorway, which wasn't even shut since Sam walked in and her world blew up, and once Sam moved, Cat's body was on full display to her classmate.

"And why is Cat naked and crying? Did I miss a party?"

"No…" Sam said, gritting her teeth. "Cat here was mad that we've been hanging out since yesterday when you came here."

"Twice, actually… plus four if you count last night and this morning," Jade said with a sly smile that Sam would have normally gotten into, but for some reason, the insane and wild sex she and Jade had shared in the last 24 hours was not appealing at the moment and she shot a look at the now annoyed Goth "Didn't know it was a taboo subject all of a sudden."

"Anyway, Cat feels like she's been abandoned, so she called my ex-boyfriend and lied to get him down here so she could fuck him."

Jade looked shocked for a second and then started a slow clap. "Well, well… Kitty Cat really does have some devious bones inside her."

"Not helping…" Sam said, starting to get angry again.

"Fine… I'm just going to go. Call me when-"

Jade's words were stopped short when a handsome teen exited the bedroom, completely shirtless, showing off his taut abs, and flawless tanned skin.

"Sorry… forgot my shirt," Freddie said, apologetically, not even noticing the other girl in the room until he looked over to the door after getting the tee shirt back on. "Oh… sorry. I'm Freddie."

"Yes… you are," Jade said, nodding slowly, biting her lip, and trying desperately not to show her interest too much, in light of the situation.

"You don't want him, Jade, I promise," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Benson's the type of guy that gets used easily."

"I know some things I could use the handsome chunk of boy for…"

"What is with girls in this city?" Freddie asked under his breath to Sam, but she just put her hand up.

"Get out of here, Freddie before I do something you're going to regret a lot more than I will."

Freddie considered responding, but instead just hung his head and gave Cat a knowing and disappointed glance before grabbing his bag and heading out the door, unsure where he should go now.

Jade stood in the living room for a few seconds, looking at Sam and Cat staring at each other quietly, and decided she suddenly had something else she needed to be doing, and was out the door in a silent flash.