Be as loud as she can (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

The sight of Matt's pathetic visage, already trembling in insecure fear at the prospect of his crush and his best friend being alone together, completely galvanized Sarah. Miranda might have meant this as a punishment for her, but Sarah saw it as the best opportunity she would get to destroy John and Matt's friendship.

In the dim half-light of the closet John couldn't have seen it, but Sarah's beautiful face silently split into a mischievous smile once more. Before he had even turned fully around, she was upon him. Big, soft, tits slammed into his pudgy chest like a pair of airbags, driving him back half a step despite how much bigger he was than her.

His lips parted to make some exclamation of surprise, but Sarah cut him off with a deep, blind, kiss. As her more experienced lips overwhelmed his, she moaned wantonly into his mouth, purring deep in her throat in a way that she hoped would be loud enough for the others to hear. The sexy **** had blindsided John so much that he didn't try to resist at all, even though he knew the girl kissing him was his best friend's crush. Instead, his hands froze in mid-air, torn between grabbing her child bearing hips and pushing her away.

Sarah made the decision for him, grabbing his wrists and slamming his hands on to her ass over her tiny mini-skirt.

"Ooh, John!" She moaned his name, like the sudden groping had been his idea. Hopefully, the sound of his hands clapping down on her bouncy cheeks had carried across the hall, but just in case it hadn't, Sarah decided to double down on the noise. Using his hands like castanets, she clapped them down a couple more times on her musical booty, making enough arrhythmic percussion that she was sure the rest of the house could hear.

"Fuck, I guess you really like my ass," she muttered loudly, before once more stopping John from saying anything else with another kiss. The way she had taken complete control of both his dare and his body had obviously confused John, so much so that his mouth hung open as her lips mashed against his. Even as she purposefully yanked down on the middle of his graphic tee, pulling him down an inch to her level while messing up his shirt, he just limply went along with it.

It was only when she ran her manicured hands up to the collar of his shirt, that he suddenly seemed to come back to life. Raising his chin, he turned his head to break the hypnotic kiss Sarah was planting on him. "Sarah, w-wait," he hissed, his hands sliding up from her ass to hold her by the waist instead. Weakly, he made an attempt to push her back, but Sarah just tightened her grip on his collar, pushing her big titties into his chest in a way that always scrambled men's brains.

That little action, combined with her lips smooching a lipstick stain on to one side of his double chin, bought Sarah a few more seconds of complete control. It took another concerted effort on John's part before he could try and speak again. "W-what about Matt?" He whispered, trying his best to ignore the rising tent in his shorts.

Unfortunately for him, he had made the mistake of whispering quietly, so no one but Sarah could hear his protest, and she was in no mood to listen to him. In a flash, one finger grazed warningly across his cheek to shush his blubbering lips, while her other hand went down to control his right hand again. Shutting him up with one finger, she dragged his weakly resisting hand up her body to her busty chest.

"Oh god, you like my titties too?" She whined, squeezing her hand and forcing him to cup the tender flesh of her left breast. "Fuck, you're so rough!" She added as she pushed his thumb to peel back the flagging edge of her nipple tape, exposing one hard, pink, nipple to the air. Pulling his hand back the other way, she **** him to pinch her sensitive nip, drawing a louder and somewhat genuine moan from her lips.

John was silent now, too shocked by what she was doing to speak or even move. His hand on her hip began to squeeze of it's own volition, his fingers trailing around to sink into the soft flesh of her bubble butt. Sarah smirked as she felt him begin to yield. She didn't need John to actually be into her for her to make Matt jealous, but she always loved breaking men down into wanting her.

Better men than John had tried to resist her before. Married men, guys who's psycho girlfriends would have killed them if they found out, professors who could have been fired if they got caught, they had all given in to the pleasures of her hot body, there was no way this pudgy virgin would be any different.

Rather than wait for his inevitable seduction, however, Sarah pushes him forward. She was on a tight schedule, and she knew Nicole wouldn't give her even a second of leeway. With one hand, she ran her fingers through his lank hair, whilst the other dragged his hand down her smooth stomach. The thin material of her skirt creased as she pushed his fingers over it, before she brought his hand down to caress the pale inside of her thigh.

The silky smoothness of her leg's inseam wasn't what she had brought him down there to touch, however. Steeling herself, she let go of the back of his head and brought that hand down, using it to reach under her skirt and pull her tiny panties to one side. All of the night's excitement, and probably the sight of Tom's massive cock, had actually gotten her pretty wet, making her have to peel her silken undies off of her shaven mound.

After one more little push, John's fingers found their way into her honeypot, and Sarah once again had to keep him quiet with a **** kiss. Deeper and deeper she sank his two digits into herself, **** back a moan of genuine lust as she felt them squirm unexpectedly inside her.

"F-fuck," she gasped, "that's my. . . my little- mmph!" She didn't say what exactly he was touching, but she used her best amateur dramatics to make it pretty clear, whilst throwing her voice as far out of the closet as she could. Quickly, John's fingers became soaked with her flowing treacle, spilling down to even course over his palm.

"Damn, I really am horny," she thought, as her hips moved in little circles, grinding against his hand. "I hope I can get dicked down by Tom pretty soon after this."

Now that her pussy was uncovered, the room quickly stunk of sex, further adding to Sarah's intended image that she and John had had a very intimate seven minute's in heaven. The smell, and the feeling of her hot pussy finally being played with, almost made her feel genuinely horny for the man in front of her. She had to run a hand over his bulging stomach to remind herself just who it was that she was in there with.

When he finally pulled his sticky fingers out of her, Sarah could sense that he was gearing up to say something to kill the moment, but she decided to not let him. Grabbing his lapels again, she leapt up at him, forcing him to grab her under her thighs as she spread her legs around him. Normally, she would have hooked her heels behind her partners back while in this position, but John's girthy gut made that impossible.

Instead, she just pinned her knees tightly to his sides and held on to his collar for dear life. Her sudden leap silenced him again, and she felt his hands slide smoothly up the underside of her soft thighs to cup her fat ass. Roiling her body sensually against him, she pulled her hips back before slamming them forward against him.

The sudden blow pushed him back against the door, just like she had planned, a loud thud ringing out as her hips drove his against the wood. Smiling to herself, she repeated the motion, humping desperately against John like she was begging him to fuck her whilst listening to the door rattle in it's hinges.

"Ooh! Ooh! John!" She cried, timing her exclamations to match with her hips banging him against the door, making it seem like she was the one on the receiving ends of hard, repeated thrusts. She even reached behind his head with one hand to smack and claw at the wood, really driving home the image that she was being thoroughly ravaged against the door.

Sensing that her partner was about to speak again, Sarah climbed him like a fat tree until her ample chest was level with his face. To ensure his silence, she buried his face in her extra large tits, smothering his potential protests in her pillowy boobs. While forcing him to motorboat her perfect pair, Sarah resumed her pornographic moaning and dry-humping, grinding herself eagerly against a noticeable hardness in John's crotch.

As she used him like a toy, she tried to ignore a growing heat between her own legs, even as her moaning became breathier. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to remember just who she was grinding up against, especially as she felt his surprising strong hands grope her ass until she spilled between his fingers.

"Time! That's time you two!" A shrill voice came from right outside, followed by a jiggling of the handle. Due to their bodies being intertwined just on the other side, however, the door stayed shut. The outsider's **** attempt to open it just resulted in John being bumped from two sides, pushing him back against Sarah for the first time.

"Ooooohhh," she whined in disappointment, pulling her boobs back from John's face and allowing him to breathe. It was still too dark to see him clearly, but she could already picture the lovestruck confusion that was doubtlessly on his features.

Before Sarah untangled herself form him completely, she shoved her tongue in his panting mouth for good measure. She sloppily made out with him for a second before leaning her head back, a chain of drool joining their lips and spilling down on to both their chins.

The cherry on top for the image that Sarah had carefully crafted.

Climbing down off of him, she called out "just a minute," to the person on the other side of the closet door. When she landed back on her feet in front of John, she 'stumbled' briefly forward, catching herself by leaning against him and using that as a chance to secretly yank down his fly. With that done, she grabbed him by one sleeve to pull him out of the way of the door, and reached behind him to open it herself.

Whoever was on the other side helped her out with that, nearly slamming the door into John as they shoved it open from the outside. Quickly, Sarah darted behind John's bulk, using him as a shield as she put the finishing touches on to herself. With one hand she messed her red hair up, whilst the other hauled up one side of her skirt, before she used both of them to completely peel away one piece of nipple tape.

Finally, she put on her best dazed and pleased face, the type of expression she would sometimes wear after faking an orgasm for a good grade. Her pouty lips were parted the tiniest bit, her eyes were unfocused, and this time her cheeks were already filled with a real blush.

It looked for all the world like she had just gotten fucked in that closet, and loved it.

John didn't look much better. His t-shirt was stretched (more than it already was), one side of his collar was stuck up, crimson lipstick was smeared across his neck and his cheek, and of course, his zipper was still down.

The look of shellshock on his face was actually genuine, however. So much so that Sarah had to push him from behind to get him moving, even as he stared off into space. Peeking out from behind him, Sarah saw that it was Nicole who had come to the door, and she could tell from the glare she fixed John with that she was buying Sarah's charade hook line and sinker.

"That dumb bitch really thinks that loser John was in charge in there," Sarah thought to herself, hiding a smirk behind John's back as she followed his sleepwalking form out of the closet.

As they came back into the living room, Sarah slipped out from behind John, doing her best to maintain her shocked expression as she came face to face with everyone else. Miranda was still smirking at her, either believing her act, or apathetic to her friend's lies. "Did you have fun in there, Sarah?" She asked, cocking her head to one side and allowing her long brown hair to cascade over one shoulder.

"Mmm. . . " Sarah answered noncommittally, looking away from Miranda and covering her mouth to hide her own smirk.

"Whoo, John!" Tom shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "I didn't know you had it in you, man," he added, laughing again as John just blinked at him and gave him a wordless thumbs up. "I mean, I knew he had a LOT in him, just nothing like that," Tom added quietly to Miranda, making her laugh with his cutting remark that John, fortunately, didn't notice.

The last person in the room Sarah looked at, was the person who's response she was most interested in. It seemed she had unintentionally saved the best for last, as when she looked at his crestfallen face with tears in his eyes, she had to suppress her own cruel laughter. Her plan was working perfectly, and Matt was well on his way to being completely humiliated.

When Sarah met his watery eyes, she did her best to pretend that what just happened was a shock to her, and not something that she had entirely lead and instigated. Without a word, she returned to his side, smiling secretly to herself as she noticed that he made no effort to reach out to her. Instead, he just glared at John, who had retaken his own seat while still staring into space.

Nicole was still angry at him too, and it seemed that the nerd trio was falling apart right before her very eyes. All she had to do now was make Matt hate her and she would never have to see any of the three of them again.

The only thing that snapped John out of his trance was Miranda throwing the hat to him, which made him lurch back to reality as it landed in his lap. "Your turn John," Miranda smiled, a look he weakly returned before reaching into the hat himself.

Stirring the slips with one hand, he looked up at Sarah with a conflicted expression, before drawing a name of his own.

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