You continue

You still hope against hope, as you kneel before your friend dressed in his sister's clothes, that your friend will relent from his **** threats as soon as he is satisfied. You reach up with shaky hands and grip the elasticized waistband of the sweatpants at his sides.

Your eyes go wide with shock, when leaning forward to grip the flannel, your cheek makes contact with the bulb of his cockhead through the stretched material. The heat of the touch surprises you, and you flinch backwards as you tug the grey flannel down.

The material is pulled to the tops of his lightly haired thighs now, and the fleshy lance of his cock springs free.

"Oh!" you exclaim, surprised by the size of the cock waggling inches from your face.

He grins down at you from above.

"Doesn't look so small from that angle, huh, cutie?" he teases you.

You just gulp, watching it waggle and weave of it's own volition before you. You let go of his sweats and reach up with your right hand to control the weeping hardon.

Your friend moans as you wrap four fingers around it.

You start to shuck the soft skin back and forth over the hard core of his prickshaft, very familiar with this motion from your own experience, late at night in your bedroom. The approach from this angle is a bit different, though.

You close your eyes, pretend your shucking your own cock, trying to forget you've been blackmailed into making your friend cum. You own cock swells and grows between your legs, giving you a euphoric feeling..

His soft cry of "Kristy!'' jolts you from your cream dream.