Samsara

Disclaimer: all characters are aged 18 or over.

"Are you really sure about this?" Sam said, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"...No," replied Beth, her voice full of hesitation and sombreness, "But I can't do anything else about it. She's gotten so much worse..."

"I still can't believe she keeps getting away with all of this crap."

Meghan had spent all of High School making Beth's life a living hell. It seemed like a fair share of her lunch periods were spent in the girls' bathroom, being subject to all kinds of torment from Meghan and her friends. Their favourite was 'hanging her up to dry', jamming her face in a toilet before hanging her from wall hooks by her underwear, tugging at her legs.

She shook her head, clearing out the images of her torment, and looked at the man in the driver's seat. Her man. She had no idea how a self-proclaimed geek like her bagged someone like him.

He was amazing. Tall, lean, with jet black hair that just floated past his ears. Her eyes darted down to his crotch, and she felt butterflies. Even through his rough jeans, he showed through.

He was amazing, alright.

Sam had joined a volleyball team with some of the other people from school in the past month, and in the locker rooms, it became clear that he was blessed. Rumors had started spreading about Sam's size, and people began to snicker at him and Beth as they walked through the school. Though it gave her anxiety at first, she came to be proud of it. She felt like a girl from one of those cheesy movies that goes from zero to hero; That was, until Meghan caught wind.

After the rumours started spreading, Meghan's bullying of Beth became worse, and more frequent. Wedgies, swirlies, and name-calling turned into almost daily beatings, de-clothing and degradation. This had gone on for two weeks before Meghan approached Beth with an ultimatum; Let her find out if the rumours about Sam are true, or things get worse.

Beth was now in Sam's car as they drove to Meghan's house for what was undoubtedly going to be the most humiliating thing Beth has ever experienced. She had cried every day since she made the deal.

Sam was hesitant about the entire thing, and refused at first, but agreed after days of begging from Beth.

"We can turn around any time," Sam said, "We don't have to do this."

"No, we can't," Beth replied, "Just... you know..."

"There's no way in hell I'm gonna be able to enjoy this," He reassured her, placing a hand on her head, "Fuck, these houses are nice."

Beth looked around, having not paid attention to their surroundings, and agreed with Sam's assessment. The houses were elegant, big, and beautiful. She knew that Meghan's family were well-off, but not to this extent.

They pulled up to the address Meghan had given them and parked on the street. A large, neo-classical house stood in front of them, and they approached it like a crime scene, each step racking up anxiety in both of them.

Sam knocked on the door, and footsteps could be heard approaching from the other side. The door swung open to reveal Meghan, wearing nothing but a black, sleeved crop top that showed off her large chest and toned stomach, and a pair of grey panties, neither of which left anything to the imagination, which was clearly her intention. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and her eyes were bordered with a thin, black eyeliner that made them pop.

"Oh, it's so nice to see you two!" She said, smiling politely, putting Sam and Beth in a state of unease. "Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Brandy?"

They both stood there, stonewalling her.

"Oh fine," She said, playfully pouting, "Straight to business then?"

She smiled and span around gracefully, finishing with a small hop that made her ass jiggle, a sight which infuriated Beth. The couple followed her as she walked into the house, clearly moving in a way to accentuate her features. Beth hated how perfect she was. In the locker room, she had seen her body so many times that she was desensitized to it, but it still aggravated her. She could hear boys talk about her, her perky chest, her round ass, her slim waist, her thick thighs...

She looked up at Sam, who was thankfully staring straight ahead, though not for a lack of trying.

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Meghan led them through her house and up a set of opulent stairs. The halls were full of cabinets and displays with trophies, photos, and ornate decorations. They stopped at the end of the hall, where a door bearing Meghan's name stood tall.

"In here." Meghan said, smiling, as she opened the door and coaxed the couple in. The way she behaved, you'd never think that she was the kind of girl to bully and manipulate a girl the way she had done to Beth.

The walls were a powdery pink, with white skirting boards bordering the floor and ceiling. There was a large vanity in the corner, and on the other side of the room was an entertainment unit with a TV that wouldn't look out of place in a theatre room, let alone a bedroom.

Her bed was huge, and covered in pillows and thick blankets, but what stuck out most was a set of items displayed on the end of it that made Beth's stomach turn.

A box of condoms, a bottle of lubricant and a pair of metal handcuffs.

Beth's train of thought was derailed as Meghan shut the door and began to giggle. She walked over the to the bed and picked up the handcuffs, before walking behind Beth.

"Hands behind your back." She said sternly, her bubbly demeanour evaporating.

"Hey, you don't get to talk to her like-" Sam started to say, before being cut off.

"Actually, I do."

"That's it, we aren't doing this." Sam started to walk towards the door, but was stopped by Beth, who lunged out to grab his arm.

"Please don't!" She cried. Same looked down at her, befuddled as to why she want to keep going with this. "If we leave now she's never gonna stop!"

Sam looked forlorn as he looked at Beth, who was tightly grabbing his shirt. He was stuck between a rock and hard place and didn't know what to do.

Before he could say anything else, Beth's hands were ripped off of him by Meghan, who roughly forced her arms back, clamping the cuffs around her wrists.

"Good, now to show you to your seat."

With a hand on her back, Meghan firmly guided her to a large cushion near the door and forced her to kneel on it, before patting her on the head and making her way over to Sam, who was very clearly tense and angry.

"What are you so made about, huh?" She said, tracing a finger down his chest, "I gave her a seat, didn't I?"

"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" He retorted, causing her to scoff sarcastically.

"Yeah... but I'm a bitch that sucks a mean dick." Meghan dropped to her knees as quickly as the words left her mouth, her actions and phrasing taking Sam aback. He looked over at Beth, who was near tears, and felt a wave of guilt wash over himself, but Beth gave him a frantic nod to tell him it was okay.

His feelings of guilt grew as Meghan started to rub his bulge through his jeans.

"Oh-ho, fuck," She said, licking her lips, "I thought when you would come to class walking funny, it was from the wedgies or something."

She side-eyed Beth.

"But maybe I gave myself a little too much credit," She looked back up at Sam, "Wouldn't you say, big boy?"

"Shut up, and let's just get this over with." He said.

Meghan chuckled. "Gladly."

She unbuckled his belt and slipped it out of the loops on his jeans, tossing it haphazardly in Beth's direction, before unbuttoning the front and pulling the zip down. Moving her hands to his side and then into his waist, she began to shimmy his pants down, bit by bit, revealing grey boxers that showed the outline of his still-soft cock perfectly.

"Mmm, damn..." She said, ripping his jeans to his knees and wrapping her arms around his waist, "Let's see how big you really are."

Before Sam could say anything, Meghan had started to lick his bulge through his boxers, causing him to exhale sharply. He glanced over at Beth, and saw pure defeat in her eyes, but whatever negativity he felt was being washed away by the new sensation in his crotch. He could feel the blood pumping to his groin, his member engorging lick by lick, suck by suck, and he wasn't the only one.

Meghan pulled herself back, now sitting squarely on the floor with a leg up, stroking his bulge through his boxers with her right foot, her hands back behind her for balance.

"Not such a bitch now, am I?" She said.

"Fuck off." He said, inelegantly, a slight tremor in his voice.

Meghan pouted. "There's just no pleasing some people, is there Beth?"

She looked over at Beth, whose eyes were empty at this point. The first time since either of them could remember that Meghan had actually called her by her name, and it was after foreplay with her boyfriend.

Meghan pulled her leg back and shot herself forward, rolling back on to her knees, eyeing up the large protrusion in Sam's boxers. She smirked and dug her hands into the waistband of his underwear before looking back over at Beth, and then back to Sam's crotch. She licked her lips and began to pull down slowly, her smile growing as inch after inch was released, until her grin was ear-to-ear.

"Holy fuck..." She whispered, loud enough for both Sam and Beth to hear. Finally, she pulled the boxers over the head of Sam's dick, and gasped as it sprung up.

"Shit!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, awe, and anticipation. It was less than an inch from her face, and clearly not fully hard. Meghan pulled back and admired his manhood.

It was thick, cut, and long, with bulging veins that seemed to snake in every direction, and his balls were large and round and hung down noticeably. She put her nose to the underside of his shaft and inhaled deeply, taking in his musk. It was intoxicating. She pulled back and sighed gleefully, and slowly turned her head to Beth, who was trembling slightly.

"Beg me to suck your boyfriend's dick." Meghan demanded. Beth's eyes were glued down, clearly not wanting to see what was about to happen; And it

was

about to happen.

"Look at me," She growled, causing Beth to reluctantly raise her head, her eyes shining like glass as tears welled up, "And beg me to suck your boyfriend's massive, juicy dick!"

"That's enough Megh-" Sam started to object, before being interrupted once again.

"P-please," Beth said, weakly, causing Sam to look at her with surprise, "P-please suck my boyfriend's dick."

"What was that, nerd? I couldn't hear you."

"Please s-suck my boyfriend's dick?"

"His what?"

"H-his.... his massive... juicy... dick." Beth looked down again, not wanting to look at either Sam or Meghan after what had just left her mouth... and not wanting to look at either of them as something else entered Meghan's.

"Well, if you insist!"

"Wait- Ah!" Sam had started to protest, before being silenced by the sensation of a tongue running slowly up the underside of his shaft, sliding from the base of his ballsack up to just under his head. Meghan flicked her tongue around his frenulum, causing him to slam a hand up to his mouth as his breathing started to get shallow. Meghan licked her lips and gave his tip a wet kiss, causing him to tense up. She looked over at Beth, who was shaking, and clearly sobbing.

"Why are you crying? You asked me for this, didn't you?" Meghan said, sadistically. "What, you don't want to watch your boyfriend having fun?"

Beth looked back up reluctantly, and the sight was almost too much for her. Meghan had a hand wrapped around Sam's shaft, her fingers still an inch apart. Sam was clearly tense, with one hand covering his mouth and another balled into a fist by his side.

"That's what I thought." Meghan said, before lunging back towards Sam's crotch, taking the head in her mouth and beginning to suck and lick it wildly, causing him to shiver and groan through his hand.

Meghan was clearly experienced. She knew, Sam knew, and Beth knew.

Beth watched in horror as Meghan's head contorted and rolled as she continued her assault on Sam's tip, and his legs began to shake as he reared his own head back, moans and groans slipping out against his will. Her mouth was warm, and silky, like nothing he had ever felt before. Beth had always struggled to do anything orally with him, but here was Meghan, taking him without fear, reservation, or hesitation. It was painfully clear to both Beth and Sam that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to not enjoy it.

Suddenly, Meghan released his tip from her mouth and wrapped her arms around his hips, hands cupping his ass before pulling him towards her. Beth and Sam watched as she started to take his dick down her throat, her jaw widening beyond what seemed possible to accommodate the sizeable visitor, and inch after inch disappeared past her lips. She was mere inches away from the base before she had to stop, violent gagging sounds escaping her, though she seemed to be in no visible discomfort.

The once-balled up hand by Sam's side was now back and on the bed, holding on for support, and his eyes were starting to roll back. No one had ever taken him this deep, and although he was ashamed to even think it, it felt amazing, with Meghan's gagging sending pulses through his shaft that made his legs quiver beneath him.

Beth was inconsolable, sobbing at the sight. Meghan pulled herself back, her gagging starting to ease as she released his length, before giving his tip a few more hard sucks, feeling as precum trickled out of him and on to her tongue. She pulled herself off of him with a pop, savouring the sweet taste of his pleasure, and admired her handiwork. He was now uncomfortably hard, his tip a swollen purple, and his veins bulging and pulsing as if trying to escape. If someone showed her a picture of Sam's dick and a bodybuilder's forearm, she wondered if she might be able to tell any difference.

Sam looked down at her and the sight caused him to twitch. Meghan's makeup had begun to run, black streaks of eyeliner trickling down ever-so-slightly, and a thick string of saliva or precum or both bridged the gap between his cock and her mouth. He looked back at Beth, whose cheeks were stained by tears, and his guilt came back, fighting his pleasure for control of his senses.

His conflict was interrupted by Meghan rising from her knees and wiping off her mouth, before slowly sliding her bottoms off. Sam watched as she pulled her grey panties down, a large wet patch prominent on the crotch. She was practically dripping.

She stepped out of her panties, and held them up in front of Sam, stretching them out as if to show off how wet she was just from sucking him. His cheeks became flushed and red, and Meghan dropped the garments to the floor, giggling as she did. She walked around him and sat on the bed, slowly rearing back and spreading her legs, putting her cunt on full display for him. It was shaved completely, and glistening. She grabbed the box of condoms and opened it, throwing one towards him. He picked up the foil square and looked over at Beth, whose tears were dripping from her cheeks and onto the carpeted floor, leaving tiny dark stains.

He looked back at Meghan, wanting to be disgusted at what she had done, but also wanting to get things over with. He peeled open the package and rolled it on, surprised at the fit.

"I got the biggest ones I could find," Meghan said, grinning, "Though honestly, I was kind of hoping they wouldn't fit."

This statement sent a shockwave through Sam, whose mind raced with the implications, though he was quickly brought back to reality by the sensation of Meghan rubbing his now-covered member, a slick sound running throughout the room as she smothered him in lubricant.

"With how wet you made me, I didn't know if I'd need this." She said. She pulled her hand off of him and wiped it on the sheets and admired his cock one last time before the inevitable happened.

"It must feel nice, huh Beth?" She said, looking over at her kneeling victim. "After all of those beatings, now your boyfriend is gonna beat me up?"

"Please," Beth said, through sobs, "Just do it."

"You heard her, stud," Meghan said, looking back at Sam, "Do me."

He sighed and stepped out of his jeans, before joining Meghan on the bed. He took one last look at Beth, who was averting her gaze, and back at Meghan, who was spreading herself in front of him. She reached down and grabbed his head, positioning him at her entrance, and slowly snaked her legs around his hips as she coaxed the tip in, a loud, exasperated moan escaping her as she took him in, torturing Beth. She placed a hand on Sam's cheek and looked directly in his eyes.

"Don't worry about going slow, I've been...

practising

." She said, seductively.

He pondered what she meant for a moment before her legs tightened around him and pulled him in, and she cried out in pleasure as Sam was plunged halfway into her. He groaned out, shocked. What he had felt before with her mouth, the warmth, the wetness, the texture, didn't hold a candle to what he felt now. Her pussy was tight, but not constricting. It was... perfect.

Sam could hear Beth crying louder but couldn't bear to look at her. He pushed forward, stuffing inch after inch into Meghan, whose moans were turning to screams as she adjusted herself to him, her legs coiled around his waist like a vice, preventing any escape. She was grabbing at the sheets, and he was inches away from fully sheathing himself inside of her when he felt her cervix.

"Ha, wow," She said, between loud groans, "No one's ever bottomed out in me before!"

She reached her head forward and pulled his closer.

"You have the biggest fucking dick I've ever seen," Meghan whispered into his ear, nibbling his earlobe, "Now fuck me with it."

As if on autopilot, Sam began to thrust into her, not wanting to give her any satisfaction, but not wanting to stop. He thought of Beth, and the hell that she had been put through -- That she was being put through -- And began to angrily and roughly pound into Meghan, slamming her cervix with every thrust, hoping it would hurt her, but she just screamed out in bliss as he did so, as her pussy tightened down on him with every movement, the warm wetness filling his cock with sensations he had never felt before.

He was having the best sex of his life, and he didn't even want to.

His plan backfired horribly, and he was now groaning along with her, and Beth's ears were filled with the sounds of a squeaking mattress, of Meghan's headboard slamming against the wall, and the primal, carnal sounds of slapping and moaning from her boyfriend and her worst enemy.

She hated herself. She hated her life. She hated what she was feeling. Then, the noises stopped. Beth looked up at the scene instinctively.

Meghan had pushed Sam out of her, her feet on his lower stomach, her pussy gaping and wet. She looked over at Beth, and smiled, knowing that she was watching. She reached down to his dick and to Beth's utter horror, ripped the condom off of him, and threw it at her, the wet mass of stretched plastic landing mere feet away from her. She looked back up as Meghan snaked her legs back around Sam and wailed out in despair as she forced him back into her, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.

Her beloved boyfriend, her light shining in the darkness, was now fucking her bully bareback.

Beth was screaming and crying, but couldn't look away, and as she watched Sam grunt and groan, roughly fucking Meghan, she thought of their own sex life.

Beth always struggled with Sam's size, and Meghan was taking it with ease.

Beth struggled to make Sam cum, but it seemed like he was getting closer and closer with every thrust with Meghan.