By the time summer arrives, Sam has disposed of your entire social circle. Not that you had many friends to begin with. And with all the gossip she's been spreading about you, that's not likely to change any time soon. You feel queasy when you realize that she's the closest thing to a friend that you have left. And some friend
she's turned out to be. Your sole comfort is the knowledge that a summer at home will give you some relief from Sam's cruelty. No homework, no teachers, and no man-eating bullies... just long and lazy days in the sun. Days like today.
You lie dozing by the pool in your backyard, the terror of the past year almost forgotten. Your parents are out running errands, and you're not likely to be bothered for the rest of the afternoon. As you drift in and out of sleep, you sigh contentedly, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin... and then your phone buzzes jarringly beside you.
BZZZZ!
You open your eyes in mild annoyance, but decide to pick up your phone. As you look at the screen, the warmth of the sun turns to ice, and your stomach lurches within you.
A text from Sam.
Your hands tremble as you unlock your screen and open the message, dreading every passing second. You read:
Hey Dude. Miss me yet? You hold your breath as she continues her message,
Lol. Don't play. I know u do. I kinda miss u too. To your surprise you feel a strange lightness in your chest... could it be... excitement? After everything, you still feel a thrill of exhilaration when Samantha flirts with you. Without thinking, you type a reply.
Yeah. I do. Kinda weird, huh?
EVERYONE knows you're weird, dude.
Thanks to you!
Awww... r u mad? I'm just getting warmed up!
WHAT?! This has gone on long enough, Sam!
I totally agree. Can't WAIT for school to start again! I've got the PERFECT dinner date planned for us! You stare at your screen, your mind fumbling for a reply. And yet, even as your thoughts scatter, your body responds. A tent slowly rises in your swim trunks, your penis stiffening at the thought of your eventual fate. You swallow dryly.
You're totally hard right now, aren't u? You stare at your phone, not daring to reply.
Lol. I know u r.
You blush, but type a reply.
Maybe. But it doesn't mean I want to die. You pause, and then continue against your better judgment,
Although, if I WERE to die, I guess I'd want it to be you that killed me.
Aw, thx sweetie! You blush, surprised at how happy you are at her response,
And just for being so nice, here's a reward. A little something for your summer spank bank! A link to a video file accompanies this last response. Without thinking, you open the video.
The first image you see is Sam's face looming large in the screen as she sets up the camera. From the looks of it, it's sitting on a shelf in her bedroom. She steps back as a man enters the room. By your best guess, the man stands well over six feet tall, and his square jaw and stylish blonde hair complete his remarkably handsome looks. He removes his t-shirt, revealing the chiseled body beneath. Aside from being a bit older than usual, he's precisely Sam's favorite flavor of boy-toy. Sam pushes him forcibly onto her bed, giving a little wink to the camera as she licks her lips. Soon, the two of them are naked on top of the sheets, moaning as their fingers explore each other's contours. Sam's fingers dexterously wrap around his throbbing cock, and slowly pump up and down his shaft. The man moans softly, arching his back as he slips his fingers inside of your best friend. After a few more minutes of this, Samantha throws a leg over her partner and straddles him. With a sigh, she lowers herself onto his rigid penis and begins to bounce up and down in ecstasy. The man closes his eyes as he thrusts in and out of your friend, lost in pleasure. Sam turns back toward the camera with a sly look, her cheeks flushed pink. You stare transfixed, certain of what comes next, yet unable to look away. Without hesitation, you pull your swim trunks down around your ankles and begin to stroke your cock.
Sam leans forward as she continues to ride her boy-toy, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. And then her lips begin to slide over his face. At first, the man continues as if nothing is wrong... and then he begins to thrash. Sam grabs his hands and holds them down in an iron grip, still bouncing up and down on her prey. A line of saliva dribbles down her chin as she engulfs his head. You can faintly hear the man's muffled shouts as he realizes what's happening to him, but he's helpless against Sam's supernaturally enhanced strength. Samantha moans as she slurps him up to his neck, savoring her meal as she grinds against his still-rigid cock. As she gulps her prey down to his chest, Sam dismounts. Soon, the man's arms are pinned to his sides. With her hands freed up, Sam begins to pleasure herself while she fondles her meal's cock. Just as she slurps the man up to his waist, he bucks his hips, squirting loads of cum onto your best friend’s chest. Sam's eyes crinkle in amusement as she rubs the sticky fluid across her breasts, and then slurps his penis and balls into her mouth. She pauses to savor his taste, rolling her tongue along her meal's tenderest parts, and then gulps them down. The man kicks his legs feebly, but Sam makes quick work of him after this point. The squirming bulge in her gut grows bigger and bigger with each swallow. At last, she daintily pushes the his toes into her mouth and swallows. Sitting naked on the edge of her bed, her massive belly squirming, she blows the camera a kiss.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, dude!” She grins wickedly as she stands, her gut wobbling precariously before her. With careful steps, she makes her way over the to the camera, “But don't finish yourself off yet.” She winks, “This is just half-time!” With that, the camera shuts off.
After a moment, the screen jumps back to life. Sam is walking in the woods, the screen pointed at herself. She speaks directly into the camera, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“As you can imagine, most indoor plumbing can't really handle my particular diet. So I have to get a little creative when I...
dispose of my former sex-toys.”
You feel queasy as you realize where this is headed, but you continue to pump your hand up and down your shaft, the fires of your arousal only stoked by the gruesome suggestion of what comes next.
“I usually keep this part private, but, well... it's only fair to show you what you're in for.” She smirks, “Plus, I know what a perv you are. Ah. Here is good.” She stops and looks around. After a moment, she props the camera in the nook of a tree, and stands back. Not confined by her school uniform, Samantha wears a scandalously short plaid skirt and crop top. Her stomach peeks out from beneath her shirt, now only slightly larger than usual. She pokes her belly and giggles, the soft contents within shifting with a noisy
GLOOP! “You know... it's almost embarrassing to admit how good this next part feels. Seriously, regular anal just doesn't measure up anymore... the way that boys stretch my asshole when they're sliding out of me is fucking
divine. It's like getting fucked all over again! Hahaha!” With that she squats, hiking up her skirt and revealing that she isn't wearing any panties. She gives a long sultry look at the camera and then closes her eyes and pushes. After a moment, her asshole dilates, and a fat brown turd begins to emerge. Her entire body trembles with pleasure as a log the size of your forearm drops onto the ground with a wet
SPLAT! She moans lewdly, "
Ooh, yes... I'm so close to cumming! Are you getting close too? Oh fuck... I feel a bone coming!" Samantha grunts as she pushes her former lover's shattered femur out of her anus. The bone falls from the full cheeks of her ass and is quickly buried by more logs of brown mush that plop onto the ground, quickly forming an enormous pile behind her. Sam gasps and rubs the pink bud of her clitoris as she relieves herself, "
Look at him!
Look at what I turned him into! It doesn't matter if he was handsome or rich or smart before I met him, because the only thing he's
EVER going to be now is shit." Samantha convulses with an orgasm as the crushed remnants of her former lover's skull rolls onto the heap, its expression frozen into a permanent scream of agony. "What a stinky
loser! Well, at least he gets the privilege of being a pile of my shit forever now." With a satisfied sigh, she pulls a roll of toilet paper from her purse to clean herself. After wiping, she inspects her work, giggling at the grisly mound of steaming remains that she's made. “I gotta say, there's something so satisfying about doing this to the really
cute boys, you know? I mean, he was
such a fucking mouthful of beautiful meat! Those rock-hard abs... that
thick cock... and
now look at him! All in all, I'd say he looks pretty shitty, wouldn't you say? Hahaha!” Your friend's sadistic laughter sends chills down your spine. She walks back over to the camera and bats her eyes. “I always thought
you were pretty cute, you know? I wonder how big of a mound you'll make when I'm done with you...
hahaha!”
Just as the video cuts out, you cum, spattering your stomach and thighs. You shut your eyes and shiver, realizing just how much trouble you've gotten yourself into.
The rest of the summer passes like a dream, periodically interrupted by videos and pictures from Sam, each more gruesome then the last. Your dread of the upcoming school year grows along with your irrational attraction to your predatory friend. By the end of the summer, you're unsure whether your sense of self-preservation is strong enough to protect you from the dark desires that Sam stokes within you. But soon, you imagine, you'll know for sure...
