Miranda and Sarah over Nicole

"Well this looks like trouble," I said, reviewing the new cards. Sarah and Miranda had both pulled Kings, while Nicole had a little old Two.

"Come on, bitch," Sarah joked, standing up, and Miranda followed her into the hall.

Once they were gone, John turned to me. "Could you keep your hands to yourself? You're making the girls uncomfortable, you jackass."

I blinked, my eyebrows raising. "Excuse me, fuckwad?"

"John..." Nicole said.

"No, he needs to hear this," John said. "I saw you pawing at Nicole, then you started on Miranda again. Just because we're doing stuff with dares doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want."

I looked at Matt, who looked back at me with a 'Don't blame me for this' sort of expression - I'm sure if I'd just been face first in Sarah's pussy he'd be feeling different, but that hadn't come up. Yet.

"How about you let Nicole speak for herself?" I said. "Huh, John? Or maybe you're just too much of a fake white knight to figure out what's what."

John made an incredulous expression, and turned to Nicole, but Sarah and Miranda came back into the room.

"We've got it!" Sarah clapped, and Miranda grinned. They rejoined the circle, John's complaints disappearing now that Miranda sat back on my lap. I immediately wrapped my arm around her waist and put my hand on her thigh, pulling her tighter against me so that the Hog was pressed against her hip. She glanced down and smiled at me, then wrapped her own arm around my shoulders to be stable.

"Miranda and I decided that Tom has had all the fun for the guys so far, and we want to see more cocks. So Nicole, we dare you to take off John and Matt's pants and underwear."

"What!?" Matt said. "This sounds like a dare for me and John, not Nicole."

"Nope, it's fine," Nicole said. "I'm doing it, no need to make it any harsher."

"Easy for you to say," John said, nudging her. "You're not the one getting naked."

It was a whole thing. First Nicole went over to Matt and took off his pants, then his boxers. His dick was probably around average sized I guess, though the thick tuft of pubic hair wasn't helping, and he was hard immediately hard. Then Nicole went to John and de-boxered him. He'd trimmed his pubes, but his dick was a touch shorter than Matt's.

I smirked, and rubbed Miranda's thigh, my big hand touching her and caressing and turning John's face more and more sour.

Nicole took her seat next to John, and glanced down at the hard dick he was trying to hide. Yikes, she's got it bad, I thought. I couldn't figure out why.

Then, as Sarah started dealing, she glanced back over to me, looking at the Hog pressed against Miranda's hip and leg, then glancing away quickly again.

"Heh," I chuckled. She didn't know it yet, but Nicole might just care about size and skill after all.

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