Mirandas turn

Tom glances over the slip in his hand before locking eyes with Miranda for a pregnant moment, making her bite her lip in anticipation. Before he even says anything she knows that it's her name on the paper, soon she'll be at the mercy of his every whim. He announces her name slowly, drawling out every syllable like he was savoring the taste of her name on his lips. "Miranda." Her anticipation builds with every passing second until he speaks again. "Y'know, I'm not sure I trust that virgin Nicoles measuring, how about you get my and Johns dicks out and check she was right." He tells her, much to Mirandas shock. She'd seen Toms dick already and it was definitely big, did he really think John might be bigger? The thought that you might be more hung than Tom does put a smile on her face however, even if she doesn't believe it. All that cock with none of the attitude could be the perfect man.

Miranda wasn't the only one confused by Toms dare. Nicole was taken aback too. She had also seen Toms cock in addition to feeling up yours and, unless you were a hell of a grower or she had very poor spatial awareness, Toms was definitely bigger. But then she realizes what exactly Tom is doing. By making Miranda unveil both of you at once he's pretending to put himself at risk without any actual danger, and if by some miracle John did turn out to be bigger then it would fall on Nicole for failing her dare, not him. From where he's sitting it's a win-win and an easy way to make Miranda get close to his big dick. Thinking about Miranda being near that cock makes Nicole feel even angrier although she couldn't explain why. "I just don't want Johns crush near that handsome jerk." She thinks, even as she glares at Miranda.

Meanwhile Miranda has slipped off the couch and takes steady steps towards you, even with the blindfold on you can hear the soft pad of her feet as she approaches. You sit up straight and puff out your chest as you sense a light feminine form kneel down in front of you. "I don't care what Nicole said, I bet I'm bigger than that blustering ass." You think as warm hands rest gently on your thighs. "She was probably just flustered about touching that jackass, she didn't think about what she was saying." The last of your proper thoughts exit your head, replaced by painful tension, as you hear the sound of your zip slowly creeping down. Those same hands that were lead on your thighs unpop the button at the top of your jeans and part them completely, now the only thing keeping your straining erection in check is your boxers. Vainly you hope they're not stained by precum at your tip even though you already know they are.

Before you can take a final second to steady yourself slender fingers hook into your waistband and yank it downwards. Without a moments hesitation your cock springs free into the air, standing proudly upright in your lap. With your eyes still covered you can only wait with bated breath for someone to say something, anything to break the tortuous silence. "Not bad John." Sarah finally comments, a hint of genuine admiration in her voice that allows you to ultimately exhale. "Y-yeah." Miranda concurs from below you, the thought of her beautiful brown doe eyes admiring your cock making you swell with pride, and making your cock stand a little taller.

Looking up at your member Miranda subconsciously licked her lips. To be honest you were packing a little more than she expected. From her position it seemed like a pretty standard cock, good length, good width and surprisingly symmetrical. You might never have a career in porn but you could definitely get a job posing for medical textbooks, although you might be setting up the girls for disappointment, you were probably still longer than average. Despite the seeming "averageness" of your phallus Miranda still had to squeeze her hands in her lap and bite her lip to suppress the urge to jump on it right now, wrapping her fingers and lips around it before climbing on top of you and... Biting her lip a little harder she locks those thoughts away and gets to her feet, before she remembers that next up is Tom and his monster and those thoughts come roaring back.

Although she knew she shouldn't Nicole couldn't help but stare as Miranda unwrapped your cock. When it bobbed before her eyes a surge of jealousy coursed through her but she ignored it in favor of ogling your erection some more. She'd touched herself thinking about it on so many guilty nights and now there it was, almost exactly how she pictured it, maybe even a little bigger in fact. It took all her willpower to keep from touching herself as her already wet pussy turned into a gushing faucet . When Miranda stood up to go to Tom Nicole briefly fantasized about sneaking past everyone else and into your lap, pressing that beautiful thing against her folds and giving you her precious virginity. But, drunk as she was, she knew that would be foolhardy, even if she didn't get caught creeping over there you wouldn't fuck her anyway just like that. Steeling herself she digs her nails into her palms and resolves to wait, after all she has no idea what the future might bring.

Closing in on Tom Miranda was acutely aware of his eyes leering over every inch of her naked body, despite her best efforts to cover herself. She didn't have to worry about it with you, but now she struggles to kneel down without inadvertently exposing anymore of herself than necessary. Tracing her eyes down his abs to his crotch she realizes that she's going to have to pretty much bare it all to Tom, unless she wanted to unzip his jeans with her teeth. Uncovering her wet snatch and her 36C breasts she gingerly moves her hands to his belt, unsteadily unfastening it under his watchful gaze. Next she undoes the button of his jeans before pulling his zip slowly down, the metallic click of the its teeth parting echoing in her ears like the ticking of a clock counting down. When the zip reaches the bottom of its course she's faced by Toms underwear and the intimidating bulge in his lap, and, she notices with a gulp, running halfway along his thigh.

With hands trembling in anticipation she reaches up to hook her fingers in to the waistband of his underwear. Slowly she draws them downwards, first exposing his short cropped pubes then inch after inch of his thick shaft. As she slowly revealed more and more of Toms cock the anticipation within her built and built until, right when she was beginning to think his length would never end, the tension became too much and all at once his huge cock sprang free. It was so large that it almost brushed against her tender lips as it suddenly surged upright in his lap, swaying before her wide eyes like a dangerous cobra.

"F-fuck." Miranda mutters under her breath as her eyes trace up and up and up Toms shaft. Her eyes go wide as she stares at the thick cock towering above her face, trying to somehow take the whole sight in at once. It somehow looked even bigger and harder than it was before. “Harder for me?” She thinks, suddenly becoming aware of her nudity again, and the effect it could undoubtedly have on Tom. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking his cock throbbed twice above her, almost like it was beckoning to her. She was so entranced that almost didn't notice Toms hand reaching out for her.

When Miranda gets Toms dick out Sarah coughs pointedly and kicks Nicole with her foot to get her attention before flicking her eyes back and forth meaningfully from Nicole to Toms cock and back, encouraging her to look while smiling all the while. Despite her efforts to not so much as glance in that direction Nicole found her eyes intractably drawn towards it, like two asteroids caught in its gravity. Even though she’s seen and felt it before it still takes her breath away for a moment. It seemed almost too large, like something that long and thick shouldn’t be able to support itself. “Maybe I should hold it up then.” The animal side of her brain whispers before she shuts it down with a fierce blink. Reopening her eyes she sees Mirandas proximity to Toms cock and it pisses her off again, obviously on your behalf of course. Her anger turns to concern however when Tom grabs Miranda by the hand and puts a finger to his smiling lips. Nicole wants to shout at Miranda to get away but it’s like watching a horror movie, all she can do is sit silently and wait for the monster to close in on the beautiful heroine. Mirroring the same move he used on her he presses Mirandas hand to his cock and squeezes, forcing her fingers to curl around his length.

Mirandas breath catches in her throat as her fingers are suddenly pressed against the hardness of Toms shaft. It felt more like she was grabbing an iron rod than a human appendage and as his hand **** her to rub slowly up and down she marveled that something made of flesh could feel so wonderfully strong. "So Miranda, was Nicole right?" Tom asks smugly, keeping her hand pressed to his cock. "Oh y-yeah. You're a bit bigger." She lied, instinctually answering politely even as the rest of her brain silently screamed about the absolute monster she was observing. She could touch this incredible cock for hours, hell, she wanted to do a lot more than just touch it.

Even as Miranda was fantasizing about the wonderful cock under her fingertips Sarahs voice rang out. "Alright, I think you've measured him accurately enough Miranda." She says, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Silently you thank Sarah for putting an end to whatever it was Miranda was doing with Tom. Nicole is confused about what exactly was aggravating Sarah until Sarah gives her a weak placatory smile and she realizes the emotion was on her behalf. Like Nicole could care less about Miranda touching Toms dick, she was only getting annoyed because she was concerned for you, she couldn't care less about another girl touching Toms dick, obviously.

It was with a sigh of resignation that Miranda let go of Toms big cock, pulling her hand away from his. The whole time the horny part of her brain (That was growing stronger every second) screamed for her to claim that masculine pillar for herself, it was only through politeness and pure **** of will that she tore herself from it. Still, when she stumbled unsteadily back to her seat she was practically trembling with lust and she knew that, regardless of what she drew, she'd use them for her own pleasure. With those lust filled thoughts in mind she reaches an unsteady hand into the hat.