They can share a room (Sarah's Sadistic Scheme)

"Well shit, you're the host," Tom shrugged, turning around on the landing and unhurriedly carrying Miranda into Sarah's bedroom, past a scowling Matt.

"Wh-why do we have to share with him?" Matt sulked.

"Oh, do you not like Tom?" Sarah asked, feigning ignorance. Even she hadn’t worshipped Tom's cock right in front of him, Sarah would have known why Matt disliked him. One was a wimpy nerd who’d never even touched a girl before, and the other was a strapping jock who’d fucked girls that Matt could only ever dream of. The two were total opposites.

"N-no, I don’t like him, he’s so f-full of himself," Matt stated, sounding almost sure of himself for the first time tonight.

"Aww don’t be like that," Sarah chided him, "he’s got such a big heart, you’ll see."

As she spoke she pulled Matt into the bedroom, walking backwards to keep her eyes on him.

"Besides," she added, "we’re only sharing a room. Where’s the harm in that?"

Behind her, Tom had already claimed the bed, tossing Miranda on top of the sheets like she was a throw blanket. She giggled as she bounced, the soft satin of the sheets caressing her curves. With a gentle squeal of the bed springs she rolled over on to her stomach and crawled towards Tom, who stood at the bedside with his hands resting on his belt. An eager smile shone on her face, her crimson lips parting to reveal her perfect teeth in a straight, wide, grin.

Greedily, she tore down Tom's jeans and revealed the prominent bulge in his underwear beneath, before ripping down his boxers as well. Instantly, his cock popped free, swinging upward like a loosed arrow and bumping against her chin in the process.

It was already as big and hard as it had been when it had stretched out Sarah's throat, and Miranda couldn't help but to eyefuck every solid inch. About half a second later, whatever tiny reserve of shame she had broke, and she leant forward to put her mouth and hands on it.

"Come on then, what are we waiting for?" Sarah chuckled, before stepping towards the bed and trying to pull Matt with her. To her surprise, however, he stayed still.

"Do we really have to go over th-there?" Matt asked, glancing awkwardly around Sarah to the scene unfolding in her bed.

On top of the covers, Miranda licked Tom's heavy balls like a pair of lollipops, while pumping his thick shaft with both hands. At the same time, Tom leant over her, holding the back of her head with one hand whilst running the other down her smooth body. From behind, he reached around over her ass to play with her pussy, as she moved from licking his balls to sucking his dick.

"Where else are we gonna go?" Sarah asked, tilting her head impatiently at Matt.

"W-well, there's that chair over there," he said, pointing towards a corner of the room on the opposite side from the bed. It was a small, white, wicker chair, with high arms and a narrow seat that Sarah primarily used to hold used clothes and unfolded laundry. In fact, at that moment, the seat was occupied by a small pile of wrinkled garments that she hadn't yet bothered to put away.

"I don't think we'll both fit in there," Sarah replied, her tone freshly icy. If Matt thought he was just going to recline in an armchair while she wrapped her lips around his tiny dick, then he had another thing coming.

"N-no I-I meant-" Matt stammered, picking up on her change in demeanor and instantly regretting his choice of words. Unfortunately for him, Sarah was not in a forgiving mood.

"You know what? I think you’d be better off just on the floor," she said, releasing his hand and folding her arms instead. For a moment, he just stood and blinked in front of her, sporting the same deer-in-the-headlights expression he had when she had asked him if his mother had bought his underwear.

"Drop," she stated simply, gesturing down with one finger like commanding a dog.

Meekly, he obeyed, falling to his knees like a great weight had just been thrust upon him from behind. Now that he was kneeling before her, finally treating her like the goddess she was, Sarah felt a little more inclined to treat him warmly.

"Good boy," she smiled, a smile that grew when she saw his puny one incher twitch in response. "Now lie down," she added, really adding to the feeling that she was giving orders to a trained animal.

"On your back, dummy," she clarified when Matt moved to lay down on his stomach.

Pathetically, he prostrated himself backwards, lying stiffly on the rich cream carpet whilst still staring up at her. Sarah took her time walking around him to her own position, strutting arrogantly over him like she was a big cat and he was her cornered prey. With every step, she made sure to kick out her heels, swaying her hips and shaking her ass like she was dancing over him.

Once she had stalked up to his head, she walked around him in a brief circle until she stood with one bare foot on either side of his face. He stared up at her with eyes so big they filled the lenses of his glasses. This **** up-skirt point of view was one that he had probably dreamt of getting when Sarah had been strutting around campus in her tiny pleated skirts and skimpy thongs, now he was getting the real thing, except without even a scrap of underwear to provide Sarah any modesty.

In some ways, Matt was both the luckiest and unluckiest nerd ever. Luckiest, because he had the opportunity to gaze directly upon Sarah's heavenly body, and unluckiest because of what she had planned for him.

With the well drilled elegance of someone who had done this many times before, Sarah knelt down above Matt, bringing her dripping cunt closer to his pasty face. The wetness of her pussy was nothing to do with Matt, obviously, but the sight of condensation running down her thighs still gave him a shot of unearned confidence.

Confidence that wavered as Sarah's ass lowered the final inches towards him.

"W-wait! Just let me take my g-glasses off!" He half-yelled, afraid to actually raise his voice at his crush.

Sarah sat down before he could, lowering herself with extra **** so that her well-cushioned ass was like a gentle punch in the face.

Crack! Matt's glasses snapped in half down the middle, falling to the carpet on both sides of his head in roughly even pieces.

"Oops, guess I was a little too eager," Sarah apologized sarcastically. Above him, she smirked cruelly, safe in the knowledge that there was no way he could see it.

"I-it’s fine," Matt sighed, evidently deciding that sex with his crush was worth a pair of cheap specs.

"Should I, erm, s-start now?" He asked. Sarah's wet pussy was inches away from his face, seconds after she had just willingly lowered it there, and he was still so unsure of himself that he had to ask that question.

Atop him, Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, go ahead," she told him, lowering her box a little further by spreading her knees and parting her generous hips. The feeling of the tip of his tongue, flaccidly prodding at her hot snatch, did little to excite Sarah. Rather than passionately laying forward with her big tits on his stomach to sloppily suck her partner's cock, like she usually did in this position, she instead leant forward on one hand and grabbed his little dick with the other.

Like that, they began their 69.

69ish.

Like if the 9 only had a very short tail to it.

To be fair, the 6 of the 69 wasn't exactly carrying her weight either. Rather than pampering Matt's little cock with her plump lips like she was supposed to, Sarah simply sat forward and gently stroked it with two fingers, content to do that while watching Miranda and Tom put on a show in front of her.

The cock over there was much more impressive, nearly a foot long and almost as thick as Sarah's forearm. Currently, that horse-like dick was resting with it's tip in Miranda's soft mouth, while she stroked up and down it's trunk with one hand. If Sarah had something that big to play with then she probably would have been encouraged to show it some proper loving. Instead, she disinterestedly jerked Matt off, while wondering if his cunnilingus would ever improve.

Matt's tongue was a lot like him, weak and timid, ineffectually tapping at the same few spots of Sarah's cunt while she sat atop him, nonplussed. She was so unbothered by his lame attempt at cunnilingus, that she found time for her mind to wander, even whilst he lapped limply at her nectar.

She found her thoughts drifting back to when John had given his oral best to pleasing an uninterested Miranda. At the time, his efforts had seemed embarrassing, but now compared to Matt’s, Sarah looked on it more favorably. He had clearly been trying, at least there was some passionate desperation to his movements, and he had tried more than just one approach to make his crush feel good.

Matt, meanwhile, seemed too unsure of himself to commit to anything, resulting in a what felt like a disappointing half-measure. He was also too cowardly to push forward, licking only her outer folds instead of diving in deeper or venturing north in search of her clit. John, at least, had tried that.

While Sarah daydreamed about John of all people, Miranda and Tom continued their much more intense foreplay in front of her. Miranda gagged and spluttered halfway down Tom's mighty cock, whilst he coaxed her forward with a hand on the back of her head, and rewarded her with the other between her thighs. Like a jackhammer, he roughly pistoned his fingers in and out of her snatch, making her moan so loud that Sarah could hear it clearly even though it was muffled by his cock.

Drool ran down her friend's chin, translucent slobber borne from **** on Tom's huge rod, proof of both Miranda's passion and how much she was enjoying getting her lips around such a big challenge. The hole between Miranda's legs was nearly as wet, sticky strands dripping down between her knees and staining the bedspread.

Sarah would have been upset, if her bed hadn't already been host to the same emissions from herself and countless other men and women, Miranda and Tom included.

When Miranda popped his python free from her lips, allowing it to smear wetly over her pretty face as she continued stroking it with one hand, Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Her best friend was getting to worship an A-list pornstar sized cock, whilst she herself was stuck with something the size of her thumb.

To punish Matt for having such a puny pecker, she sat down even harder on his face, effectively smothering him. At first, Sarah felt no change, save for his nose now pressed against her pussy. After a few seconds, however, Matt began to realize that something was up. His already cautious tongue faltered and slowed to a crawl against her slit, whilst his lips finally rose up to meet her. Not to kiss her pussy like he should, but rather in an attempt to push her off using his face.

When that didn't work, he drummed his fingers against her lower leg, like he was tapping out in a wrestling match. **** taps on her thick thighs escalated until he smacked her voluptuous ass, hard enough that she moaned automatically and bit her bottom lip in response. If it hadn't been Matt's hand doing it then she would have sucked the slapper's dick as a reward, instead, she simply spat on his cock to give it some lube as she continued stroking him.

She had to lean forward to get her lips close enough to his dick to spit on it accurately, so she also released him from his smothering prison as she wetted his cock. Dramatically, he gasped for air behind her, while Sarah innocently smeared her drool all around his little staff and over his balls. Her ass might have been fat, but she doubted she could actually smother a guy with it. Matt was probably just being overdramatic.

"S-sorry. . . c-couldn't. . . breathe!" Matt stuttered between deep, labored breaths.

"My bad, guess I got carried away," Sarah said. As a more proper means of apology, once she was done talking she wrapped her lips around the top half of Matt's dick, kissing it gently as she carefully stroked the rest of it's shaft. That shut him up, and soon (once his breathing had gone back to normal) he was back to inadequately eating her pussy.

While Sarah was applying her soft lips to Matt's cock, Tom removed Miranda's from his.

"I think that’s wet enough," he said, holding his throbbing cock in front of her face with one hand.

"Which one, me or your cock?" Miranda asked, grinning wickedly up at him as he withdrew his skilled fingers from her drooling snatch.

"Both," he smiled, bringing his freshly soaked fingers to her mouth and letting her suck them clean of her own girlcum. Once she was done with that, Tom grabbed her by the upper arm and playfully flipped her over.

"Get up near the pillows," he told her, sending her giddily scurrying off to obey as he climbed up on to the bed himself.

Miranda lay back on the top of the bed, with her head and shoulders on Sarah's luxurious pillows, and her legs spread for Tom on the satin sheets. Soon, Tom came up to join her. She bit her lip intently as a cock like a baseball bat thudded down teasingly on her stomach, driving every thought from her head bar one.

"Ah, we need a condom," she stopped him, just as Tom was about to draw his long cock back across her stomach.

"John and Nicole didn’t," he countered, holding his dick by it's base and tapping it's heavy tip against her belly button.

"We aren’t virgins," Miranda replied, her eyes flickering from the handsome face above her, to the fat cock below.

"Besides," she continued, "I’ve heard stories about your pull out game, or lack of one."

"What can I say?" Tom shrugged, "when I’m in a nice place, I don’t wanna leave."

Tom let his joke sit for a second, hoping that his wit would make Miranda change her mind. When it didn't, he sighed and relented, sitting back on his haunches and drawing his massive cock off of her. Miranda watched it go with a twinge of disappointment, but she knew it would be back, and wrapped in a protective layer of latex so she could enjoy it without any worries.

Theatrically, Tom put on a show of checking his pockets for a condom, like a deadbeat pretending to look for his wallet when the bill came, but before he could finish his charade and give Miranda a final offer of bareback sex, Sarah appeared by his shoulder. She had been watching the two of them intently, so when they climbed on the bed and got ready to start fucking, she had sprung into action.

"Top drawer, hon," she said loudly.

"You know where they are," she added more quietly.

Sarah gave a wink to her spread-eagled friend as she guided Tom to the box of condoms in the beside cabinet's top drawer, while Miranda looked carefully from Sarah to Matt. He had picked himself up to follow Sarah when she had suddenly leapt off him, and now he stood near the corner of the bed, hands awkwardly joined over his wet, little, dick.

"I think you know which one's yours," she muttered to Tom, as he snagged the last extra-large package for his extra large package.

"Which means I should get the- Oh no!" She exclaimed loudly, cutting herself off mid sentence.

"Wh-what? What's wrong?" Matt asked from behind her.

"There's no small condoms left!" Sarah explained, turning around and holding up the box for him to see, where a row of condoms was conspicuous by it's complete absence. She tried her best to maintain an aggrieved look on her face as she showed him the shortage, despite the snickering from Tom and Miranda.

"I-I-I don't' mind," Matt answered, his eyes glancing from the box in her hands to her box between her legs. Obviously, a chance to get with his crush was more than worth the risk in his eyes.

"No, I'm not a virgin, it wouldn't be right," Sarah said, dramatically clutching her chest. "We couldn't take a risk like that!"

"B-but-" Matt began.

"I know, I want to have sex soooooo bad too," she cut him off, "but I can't risk getting knocked up. I'm not on the pill!" That was a lie, and one that Miranda could have called her out on, if she wasn't completely distracted by helping Tom roll a purple condom down his girthy erection. The two of them carried on unfazed by the drama right beside them, both too eager to bone each other's brains out to care.

"Here, try this," Sarah said, handing him a medium size condom from the box. "It's gotta be worth a shot."
"But Sarah, I d-don't think this will fit," Matt protested lamely, swallowing heavily as he looked at the orange packaging in his fingers.

"Put it on," Sarah stated simply, using the same commanding tone with which she had made him lie down before.

Once more, it shut him up completely, and he wordlessly obeyed. It was abundantly clear from the moment the condom's sleeve was ripped open that it wouldn't fit, but Sarah still relished watching Matt try. Vainly, he pulled the latex down over his cock, but there was so much room in it that he could have fit three of his dick inside it. After only a second, the condom fell off, rolling to the floor like an ill fitting hat.

"No, no no!" Sarah stomped her feet as Matt scrambled to retrieve his dropped condom, evidently going for another try even though it was a forlorn hope. "I'm sooo fucking horny, I can't stand it!" She pouted, really turning on her amateur dramatics again.

"Maybe I could k-keep eating you out?" Matt offered, kneeling impotently in front of her, but Sarah shook her head.

"I NEED dick. Oh, if only there was some way I could get some right now," she said, her eyes wandering to the couple next to her, who were just about to start fucking. Tom had mounted Miranda again, bracing his weight on his elbows as he leaned low over her, the tip of his huge dick already partway into her wet entrance.

Matt caught her eyes wandering, even without his glasses, and his face went white. "Y-y-yy-you d-don't m-m-mean. . .?" He tried to ask, but what Sarah was suggesting shocked him so badly that his stutter made it impossible for him to continue.

"Please Matt? I need it! I mean, look at Tom and Miranda, they don't mind that they've fucked other people before, how would this be any different for us?"

The difference, of course, was that neither of them had fucked other people in front of each other, but Sarah didn't point out that little detail to Matt.

"Besides, remember when you said before that you'd rather be the guy kissing me than the guy pleasuring my pussy? It could be like that!" The crux of the point last time, watching John eat out Miranda while she kissed Tom, was that Miranda wasn't getting fucked by another man. If she was, Tom probably wouldn't have kissed her, but again, that was another thing she didn't mention to Matt.

On the floor in front of her, Matt looked shell-shocked. What Sarah wanted from him had clearly shaken him to his core, but he had come so far, his longtime crush was so nearly his girlfriend. Could he really say no to this final deal with the devil, when it seemed like it would get him everything he ever wanted?

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