Sam gently nibbles Steve's earlobe as she explores the length of his shaft with her fingers. She teases him at first, tracing delicate little circles on his skin with her fingertips. His cock pulses in anticipation, veins throbbing as she heightens his arousal. Suddenly, she wraps her hand around the girth of his cock and twists, thrusting her tongue into his ear at the same moment. He practically melts into her touch. Your jaw hangs slack as you watch. You knew that your best friend was sexually experienced, but Samantha moves with a raw erotic energy that is downright masterful. Steve never stood a chance. For now, the Faybrook Academy's star quarterback is putty in Samantha's hand... but soon, you imagine he'll become putty in her belly. You find this thought disturbingly arousing.
Sam stands back from her quarry, a hungry glint in her eye. She shoots you a mischievous glance, her mouth quirking up into a little half-smile, “You enjoying the show, you pervy little freak? Hahaha! You are, aren't you?! You've got such a massive boner right now!” She raises an eyebrow, “Doesn't it make you a little jealous? Doesn't it drive you crazy to know that I'm about to gobble Steve's cock right up, and you only get to watch?” She rubs her belly suggestively. “I'm gonna make Steve here beg for release... and once I'm done with him, he'll pretty much explode inside of me.” Her double meaning is lost on Steve, but her words make your stomach flutter in anticipation. Should you warn him? Give him some kind of fighting chance?
Steve turns to you with a sneer, “Bro. I'm gonna rail your girl so hard.” He pushes back a perfect lock of dark hair and grins obnoxiously.
On second thought, becoming fat on Samantha's tits would probably be an improvement for Steve. You bite back your words of warning and continue to watch.
With a soft giggle, Sam bends forward slightly and presses her breasts together. Unable to rip your eyes from the plunging line of her cleavage, you stare slack-jawed from your place on the floor. She winks teasingly at you, “Mmm... I bet Steve here wants to stick that fat cock of his between these tits. I think I might let him.” She giggles again, a cruel edge in her voice as she continues to taunt you, “Don't you think his cock would look good on these tits?” You can't lie... the thought of this jock's penis fattening your best friend's tits is intoxicatingly hot. Unfortunately, it's also murder.
Samantha begins to unbutton her shirt, the soft and pale flesh of her breasts spilling forth. Unsurprisingly, she's not wearing a bra. She runs her hands seductively across the contours of her chest, moaning quietly as she feels her nipples harden between her fingers. Her ample bosom is lightly dusted with freckles, her skin so pale it's almost luminous. Throwing her shirt to the side, Sam strides toward you, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every step. Something in her expression strikes terror into your heart; the hard cruelty in her eyes bears little resemblance to the friend you feel you once knew. Instinctively, you scuttle backwards and cower against the lockers behind you. Sam stands over you domineeringly, her lips twisted into a predatory grin of satisfaction.
“Hahaha! You're terrified of me, aren't you?” You nod silently. Sam's grin grows wider in response, “Perfect. It wouldn't be any fun if you weren't. I bet it's confusing for you, being afraid of your biggest crush. You just can't help yourself. You're practically dying to be my plaything.” You shake your head in denial, but Sam just laughs. She pushes your legs apart with her foot, revealing your painfully erect cock. With a little titter of amusement, she places her foot at the base of your erection and presses down gently. You gasp in pleasure, your eyes fluttering. Sam leans in and whispers, “Don't worry, there'll be plenty of room for seconds after Steve.”
At this moment, Steve walks up from behind and slips an arm around her waist. He kisses her neck and presses his body against hers, his swollen cock rubbing against the fabric of her skirt. Sam pulls the hem of her skirt up slightly and guides his hand between her legs. She let out a series of quick gasps and begins to rock her hips back and forth against his touch. You lie still on the floor as you watch, your friend's foot still pressed firmly against your erection. After a few minutes of this foreplay, Samantha turns back to Steve and kisses him deeply, their hands continuing to explore each other's bodies as their tongues entwine. Your stomach twists with envy as you watch them. This is your best friend... your first and biggest crush... the girl you thought you might fall in love with someday. And she's forcing you to watch her make out with a football player. Sam glances back at you, a spark of wicked amusement in her eyes. She's loving this.
“Why don't you make yourself useful and help me remove the rest of these clothes?” She raises an eyebrow suggestively. You rise to your knees obediently and prepare to remove Sam's skirt. “Not like that.” She wags a finger at you. “Kinky little freaks like you don't get to use their hands.” She continues to pump her hand slowly up and down the length of Steve's cock as she speaks. The football player's face is plastered with a look of pure ecstasy, his eyes barely open. Sam's grin widens, “I want you to use your teeth.” She turns her back on you and continues to make out with Steve, utterly confident that you'll obey her whim.
You hesitate for a moment, your pride stinging from your friend's constant humiliation, but find that your will is too weak to resist. You crawl over to her, grasp the back of her skirt in your teeth, and pull down. The fabric resists for a moment, her waistband stretching as you pull it over the curves of her hips. And then it drops to the floor, leaving Samantha in nothing but a thong and stockings. You kneel behind her, the pale and plump expanse of her ass filling your vision. Fittingly enough, she wears a pink thong that's decorated with a cartoon skull and crossbones. Your heart races as you stare at your best friend's backside. You can't help but imagine yourself sliding out from between her perfect cheeks, the grisly remnants of your body splattering into a steaming and messy pile behind her. You flush red with shame at the gruesome thought, but your cock throbs eagerly as you picture the scene. With this image fixed in your mind, you bite down on the fabric of Sam's thong and pull it to the floor.
As soon as you finish this task, Samantha backs up into you, her ass pressing your head painfully against the lockers behind you. You let out a little cry of alarm, but your protests are quickly muffled by the soft flesh of her backside. Her cheeks part around your face as she grinds against you, her asshole and pussy suffocating you as they rub against your nose and mouth. You panic and struggle as your lungs scream for air. You begin to black out, the world growing muffled and distant around you. And then you hear Sam's voice, as if from a great distance, “Lick me.”
Even as you start to slip into unconsciousness, you obediently part the slippery folds of her pussy with your tongue. Sam leans forward slightly in response, allowing you to gasp a ragged breath of air between licks.
