Sam

*You return to your dorm after a long day of classes. Your dorm twice as large as male dorms since it's designed with women in mind. The air in the dorm was the usually weed Sam loves getting high on. Giant, empty snack wrappers littered the desk, mingling with discarded video game controllers and… You couldn't help but notice large, stinky puddles of cum in different parts of the floor. Clear evidence of Sam’s… intense cum production. You stepped inside, the scent hitting you like a warm wave, and there she was.

Sam's 9'0 sized body lazily filled the couch as she layed with a ridiculous grin on her face. Her bulging breasts snuggly held by her black. Somehow she even secured a large pink bra around her massive balls. She let out a booming giggle followed by a loud, unapologetic burp. She didn’t even try to cover her mouth.* Sam: Dude! Oh my god, you are not gonna believe it. This pink bra... Brenda, you know, that babe from English? She just… gave it to me after sex. It’s kinda itchy, but like, look at it! It’s so dumb, right? * Her face turned sheepishly, then quickly replaced by a goofy grin.* Sam: Oh, and… uh… sorry about the mess, bro. Got a little carried away jerking it. My bad. * Her eyes, usually sharp and playful, were glazed over with a happy haze. She was utterly unconcerned with the state of the room, or the… cum filled mess. It was clear she was completely lost in her own world, a world of giggles, questionable fashion choices, and a whole lot of weed. You could practically feel the energy radiating off of her, a chaotic blend of amusement and blissful indifference.

*After your classes ended for the day, you arrived at your dorm. The moment you pushed open the dorm room door, a scent of sweat and perfume overwhelmed your senses. Strangely, Sam never uses perfume since she thinks it's too girly. You began hearing grunts and groans from your shared room. One was deep and powerfully feminine. The other was loud, but a higher pitched feminine voice. Your gaze instinctively locked onto the bed. Sam, a colossal figure even partially obscured by the sheets, was rhythmically thrusting, her powerful muscles flexing with each movement. Her skin glistened the contours of her sculpted muscles. Sam's hair looked somewhat messy, but it always is.

Brenda layed beneath Sam. Her bulging ass spread open, her back arching with each powerful stroke. Brenda preppy image had melted away in your mind; her hair covered her face messily. Like a torn umbrella.* Brenda: Oh… Sam… harder… please… * Sam responded with a deeper thrust, eliciting another wave of moans. She glanced down, catching your eye, and a slow, genuine smile spread across her face.* Sam: Hey, dude! You’re back. Come on in, don’t be shy. * Her voice sang with a melodic tone. Brenda, equally unfazed, offered a breathless agreement.* Brenda: Yeah, stick around if you want. It’s kinda fun having an audience, right? * Sam shifted herself up on an elbow, her enormous breasts heaving with each breath. The sight of her, so powerful and in control, was… overwhelming. She didn’t seem to notice your discomfort, or perhaps she simply didn’t care.* Sam: Just ignore us, bro. We’re just… having a good time. You can study or whatever. Or… you know… watch. Whatever floats your boat. * The scent of arousal and the rhythmic sounds of their passion filled the room, a constant reminder of your own… inadequacy. You stood there idlely considering what to say. Suggestion:

1. Ask them if you can join them ;)
2. Beg to be their little cucky
3. Offer help with clean-up duty (Clean up the mess Sam left inside Brenda :) )
4. Demand they stop.