Ted & Sam

“FOR THE EMPATHY OF TOMPSON, STOP CALLING ME HOT BICH PRESIDENT!”

Samantha Silva's screams echoed so loudly that almost everyone at the university heard her.

“Just...it was a joke,” Ted Tomson said fearfully.

It was a scene Sam had already experienced several times. Ted Tomson's constant innuendos and obscenities had already tired her.

“No jokes, you fatso. I'm not your piece of meat. I'm the Student Council President, so show some respect!”

“Just for that.”

When Ted approached, she smelled the nauseating smell of his breath. Sam had to make a great effort not to vomit in front of him.

“That, and the other 1,000 times you told me your dirty tricks, you're going straight to detention, but next time I'll tell my mom what you told me right away.”

“You're a….”

“Remember my warning, now go to detention NOW!” Sam said with authority.

Even as Ted walked away resignedly, she could tell he was watching her out of the corner of his eye; Sam always felt as if he were watching her whole body, as if he had X-ray vision. Deep down, she hoped Ted would finish that sentence so she could ask her mother to be the headmistress of the university and finally stop dealing with his annoying harassment.

“He he, how I wish that would happen,” Sam thought aloud.

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“She’s…a conceited bitch,” Ted said, now out of Sam’s radar.

For a long time, he had coveted the president’s body, dedicating his masturbation and erotic dreams to her countless times. But every time he said anything, he always ran into repeated scoldings and numerous visits to the detention center. Samantha Silva didn’t share his advances.

He entered the detention center. It wasn’t much different from a classroom, only smaller, with only five chairs.

“You again,” said an older woman in charge. “Well, you know the drill.”

Ted pulled two chairs together so he could sit more comfortably. At 110 kg, he was like a baby elephant, and his breath didn"t improve, no matter how much he brushed his teeth. He still had breath that scared the girls. They said he smelled like rotten fish or sour milk. The truth is, when he opened his mouth, the girls were so nauseous that they even vomited near him.

While he waited for his period to end, he remembered the conversation with his friends two days prior. The idea that he could be surrounded by hot women eager to please him in every way seemed ridiculous. Although he fantasized about having President Samantha Silva on her knees begging for his cock.

"Ow!"

Ted felt a sudden stab of pain in his groin that woke him from his dream and brought him back to his sad reality.

"Who am I kidding, that will never happen?" he thought aloud.

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School hours had already ended when Sam entered the girls bathroom. There stood a young 20-year-old brunette with a large posterior that transformed a simple skirt into its sexiest and most alluring iteration. The president silently approached from behind and, with a sudden movement, forcefully grabbed one of her buttocks.

"Oh damn!" the young brunette shrieked.

When she turned around, she was met with a forceful kiss from Sam, who was still squeezing her buttocks as if she were a plaything.

The brunette retaliated by shoving her left hand deep into Sam's groin, which was easily accomplished since she wasn't wearing underwear. They continued in that manner, passionately embracing until Sam disengaged from her partner.

"Mmm... what's with this exciting introduction?" said the brunette.

"Come on, Tammy! I need an excuse to fondle the most desirable posterior ever," said Sam, continuing to caress her rear.

"And also to eliminate that unpleasant memory regarding Tompson," said Tammy.

A look of disgust briefly crossed Sam's face.

"Don't even remind me of that disgusting pig... let's move on to a more stimulating topic," said Sam, squeezing Tammy's butt harder.

"What are you waiting for, an invitation? Let's do it."

Without further delay, Sam launched himself at his partner's crotch, eagerly lowering her skirt to reveal a wet, hairless pussy. He gazed at it for a couple of seconds before devouring it with gusto, eliciting multiple moans and gasps from the brunette.

"Aaay...yes, that's delicious...ooh gosh, Sammy, you're a demon with a tongue," Tammy said, almost losing her balance.

Sam didn't respond; he just continued attacking the cavernous area without restraint, his tongue exploring every part of Tammy's entrance as he had done many times before.

"Mmm... Sammy... I think... I think I'm... I'm coming!"

Tammy's orgasm was so strong that she had to grab onto the wall to keep from falling to the floor. The fluids she released were so abundant that they completely covered Sam's face, and she didn't care in the slightest. She stopped having oral sex to stand face to face with the brunette, her face covered in her vaginal fluids.

“Mmm... Sammy... I think... I think I'm... I'm cumming!”

Tammy's orgasm was so strong that she had to grab onto the wall to keep from falling to the floor. The fluids she released were so abundant that they completely covered Sam's face, and she didn't even care in the slightest. She stopped oral sex to stand face to face with the brunette, her face covered in her vaginal fluids.

“Mm... my God... if someone saw you like this, the straight-laced president being so slutty and horny,” Tammy said breathlessly.

“You're one of those things... they can see... this side of me,” Sam said as he kissed her neck. “After all, you... make me... so fucking hot.”

And so, absorbed, the two lovers continued exploring each other's bodies, not caring about anything.

« I knew it, these two had something!»

That was what went through Ted Thompson's mind as he breathed out through a tiny hole in the wall, watching the steamy lesbian scene in the bathroom.

He'd suspected for a while that the pair were up to something, but he wasn't quite ready when he followed Sam into the bathroom. While the president was taking off the brunette’s school uniform, she had a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans.

Ted felt another pang in his groin; instinctively, he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate frantically.

He watched the spectacle Tammy and Sam were giving him with a mixture of excitement and envy. As much as he wanted to be in the middle of that pair of beauties, he knew full well the closest he’d get would be like this, behind a wall, spying on them like the degenerate loser he is.

He continued frantically moving his cock when he felt another throb, even stronger than the previous ones, but instead of stopping him, it encouraged him to continue masturbating even harder.

He continued pounding his cock hard, watching as Sam now thrust three fingers into Tammy's pussy, bringing another orgasm to his head. He continued stroking his member, wanting what he would never have, trying to make up for everything he could never have in his hands.

As he watched Tammy cum several times thanks to the president's skillful hands, he felt the imminent arrival of his own. His cock grew larger, he closed his eyes, and the rest of his body tensed, his climax unfolding.

His labored breathing caused his infamous breath to flood the room where he stood. He remembered how many girls would get aroused by just a whiff of him when he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Large white jets bathed the wall; the cum was so strong that the semen fell to the floor, forming a puddle. That surprised Ted. His cum had never been so abundant. Seeing such a mess, he panicked, stuffed his tool in, and left the place as best he could, still dragging the throbbing pains.

He felt so pathetic. He was the lowest he'd ever sunk, a voyeuristic ball of grease that filled the floor with just a touch. Head down and silent, he headed home, still feeling the intense pain in his balls.