Drool

Nicole looks like she can’t even think anymore, her mouth doesn’t open with a purpose, rather it falls open because she can’t marshal enough of her brain to keep it closed. Hanging her head a single drip slips free of Nicole's parted lips, races down her chin, and then falls in a long gossamer strand on to the brown hair of Miranda below. Feeling this unexpected wetness, Miranda glances up as if she was expecting rain, only to quickly realize the true source. "H-Hey! Close your mouth slut," Miranda yells, using her thumb to surreptitiously wipe a sheen of her own saliva off her bottom lip. Those words snap Nicole out of her reverie and she closes her mouth, only to reopen it to loose her response.

"Shut up bitch, I know you’ve had worse things in your hair than spit!" Nicole shouts back, blushing with embarrassment now as well as arousal. Before Miranda can deliver a comeback Tom extracts his tongue from Nicole's pussy to speak. "Ladies, there’s no need to fight, Tom's got plenty for both of you," he chimes in. "Whatever you've got plenty of, you can give it to Miranda. I'm not interested," Nicole replies, her voice sounding much steadier now that she isn't being tonguefucked as she speaks. "You've seen what I've got plenty of babe, if you think my tongue feels good then just wait until you're bouncing on this dick," when Tom finishes speaking he goes to lean forward again and resume eating, but Nicole isn't done.

When Tom stopped eating her pussy Nicole had managed to regain some composure, and with it, her intellect. She quickly realized that Tom couldn't make her cum without his tongue, and if it was busy wagging in an argument with her then he wouldn't be able to use it against her sensitive clit. "I really wasn’t expecting much Tom and I’m still disappointed. I don’t know how long you’ve been going at it but I still barely felt anything," Nicole baits him effortlessly, even stifling a fake yawn to make her apparent boredom more obvious.

"Don’t lie, I could feel you shaking a second ago," Tom replies, taking the bait.

"That’s just because I’m getting sore. At this rate my arms will be finished before either of us are,"

"If I didn’t have two hands behind my back you’d be screaming my name already. If I could do whatever I wanted to you I could make you cum in two minutes from a dry start,"

"You’re right that it would be a dry start with you involved,"

"I’m looking at your pussy right now babe, doesn’t look so dry to me. I bet you spouted a river as soon as I got my cock out,"

"Fine Tom. You got me. I-I admit it," Nicole sighed dramatically.

"You have…" she trails off like she was about to make a shameful confession.

"My third favorite dick," Tom smiles when she says that.

"In this room," his smiles dims and yours brightens.

"Right now," even though you can't see it through Nicole's thighs Tom's smile sours completely while everyone else laughs at Nicole's joke. It's nice to know you're definitely in her top two, but you hope your dick is in first place.

"All you've done is look at those dicks and looks don’t matter, me and my dick will make you scream louder than either of those nerds ever could,"

"If your dick is as good as your tongue the only way I’ll be screaming is from a nightmare after it puts me to sleep," Nicole jabs back, having an answer for everything Tom says.

As they argue Tom's hips move faster and more forcefully, his cock gliding quickly against the wet exterior of Miranda's pussy. It’s like he’s channeling his frustration with Nicole into his hips, hatefucking her without fucking her. Miranda's moans from the sensations are becoming so loud that she's almost like a third participant in the conversation. "Once I'm done eating your wet little snatch I'm gonna make you eat those words as well as my dick," he growls, still slamming his hips against Miranda.

Before Nicole can say anything back Miranda decides to officially join in. "Tom! Stop arguing with her and make that little bitch cum!" Miranda calls out, finally making Tom realize he's been manipulated. Without another word Tom dives into Nicole's pussy with a vengeance. He rams his tongue as deep into her fuckhole as he can, swirls it violently around her clit, and peppers whatever he can with nibbles and lovebites. Nicole is caught off guard by this sudden offensive, her latest thorny barb blooming into a flower of pleasure on her tongue. Still, it's too little too late. The couple of minutes respite she received has also translated into a two minute head start for Miranda, and no amount of forceful cunnilingus can close the gap.

It's only a few seconds after giving that order to Tom that Miranda finally climaxes, Tom's big cock and skilled fingers ultimately wearing her down. She shudders beneath Nicole, almost making the petite girl lose her grip as the orgasm powers through her body. Your crushes O-face is hidden from you at first by the long brown veil of her hair, but then she throws her head back and you see her perfect features clearly. Her mouth hangs open, allowing a high pitch whine to escape, whilst her eyes roll back in ecstasy. Her tongue even lolls out her mouth, giving her a look you thought only existed in porn.

With her rival clearly losing Nicole finally lowers her defenses, openly cooing and giggling as Tom keeps eating her pussy. Despite having already completed his dare, Miranda's body bucking against his is proof of that, he continues to spitefully lap at her honeypot. Perhaps her words stung more than he let on and making her moan for real is his way of assuaging his ego. He still can't do it for long anyway. Soon enough Miranda's arms give out from beneath her and she falls forward, face down on the couch.

Without Miranda's shoulders to hold her up Nicole falls forward too, her descent only slowed by Tom's guiding hand. Luckily for her, her gymnast training allows her to easily tuck and roll forward, landing on her back with her head level with Miranda's. "Looks like I won," she cries in a sing-song voice, her own proximity to orgasm making her giddier than usual. Miranda can only drool in response.

"Fine, you win. Now get me the hat," Tom growls, still irritated even after reducing a beautiful woman like Miranda to a trembling orgasm. It seems some of Nicole's words really did cut deeply, or maybe he just doesn't like being outsmarted. Either way, he maintains his position behind your slouching crush even as Nicole rolls to her feet. On her way to grab the hat she shoots you a smile and a cocky wink, as if she was saying "Of course I won!" You're glad her confidence wasn't misplaced, you'd have hated to have seen her in Tom's perverse clutches. Although, seeing Miranda there bent over in front of him still doesn't feel great.

With a flourish Nicole places the hat atop Miranda’s raised ass before returning to her seat beside you, a comfortable and familiar weight pressed to your side. You meet her blue eyes and for a moment you think she's about to kiss you, but instead she takes your hand in her own and squeezes it tightly. "Miss me?" she purrs, resting her head on your shoulder. You nod wordlessly, suppressing the urge to sweep her up in your arms and on to your semi-hard dick.

Across the room it seems Tom is in no rush to sit with Miranda next to him like the dare had promised, instead he stands behind her as he draws.