What friends are for - Epilogue - Sex Stories

What friends are for - Epilogue

What friends are for - Epilogue Sammy's story comes to an end. This is a hardcore fantasy cuckold, snuff story and should not be read by anyone. If you're looking for Sammy's revenge you will not find it here. ___________________________ His world was spinning. Could this really be happening? He wondered. The last few days replayed in his head: His father being murdered by a black man, his friends coming over to comfort him, only instead of comforting him they were delighted by the news. His mother had been corrupt the entire time, welcoming his friend's with eagerness. As they humiliated him, and delighted in his father's death they slowly began twisting his mind. Until he broke and joined in their dark pleasures. "Sammy? Did you hear us?" Mark asked, snapping him out of shock. "We said the guy who snuffed your dad is coming over." Mark Continued happily. "I know I can't wait to see him!" Sammy's mother added. Sammy slowly fell to his knees, his dick making itself known by pushing hard against his shorts. With laughs filling the room, Sammy couldn't believe he would ever get to see the black man again. What will I say? What could I do? He thought, before his dick started asking lots questions. How big is his cock? Could I lick his ass? Should I thank him? Should I just let him kill me? Will I cum? For now his dick was in control, and Sammy knew he wanted those questions answered more then anything. "He'll be here soon, might as well get ready!" Mark said. Calmly explaining ...

... to everyone to get undressed, to get horny, and prepare for a hot night of sex before watching Sammy die. No one in the group, not Sammy's mother, or even Sammy complained with the plans. As the front door was unlocked everyone began undressing. Sammy's mother, Mark his best friend, and three of his other nameless friends began working themselves up. Watching quietly as everyone crowded around his mother, groping, squeezing, and playing with her - Sammy felt left out. Removing his own clothes, Sammy watched silently as he pulled on his own raging hardon. Mark's dick is so big. Why is mine so small? I wonder if Mark will fuck me again. I hope my dad's killer will fuck me. Sammy couldn't help it, he needed to feel something inside him. Sucking on two of his fingers, he slowly pushed them into his own ass while continuing to tug. "Look at the, Orphan." The same friend who shit in the Urn said. Getting a round of laughter from everyone, he decided to break away from the ensuing group sex and join Sammy. With his view of the group blocked by his friend's bouncing dick, Sammy bit his lip and smiled up at his friend. Please insult me! Spit on me! Talk about dad! Sammy's mind raced with dark thoughts. "Having fun?" He asked, stroking his cock in Sammy's face. "Mmm, yeah a lot." Sammy moaned, pushing his fingers deeper. Now staring at his friend's cock, Sam watched the big wet head slowly drool pre-cum to the floor. With his mouth hanging open, he jerked slower and fingered faster. ...