John over Sarah

"Uh oh," Sarah laughed, once again the low card. "What's it going to be John, want the same thing as Matty?"

John had pulled a Queen for high card.

"No," he said, getting a smug look on his face. "No, I think it's bad form for a dare I give you to be to do something to me. Selfish even."

John had been getting tortured - mostly by me and my machinations to be fair, but Matt hadn't really been helping him out. He was jealous of me, maybe even mad at me, but I wasn't the one who was supposed to be John's best friend. Still, it turned out, he didn't have the nuts to do it himself.

"Sarah, I dare you to take over Miranda's spot on Tom's lap," John said. "And you, ummm, can make out with Tom too."

"Ooh, fun. Hey Tom," she said, standing up.

Miranda got off of me and glanced back over her shoulder. I met her gaze and sent her an air kiss and a wink, then gave her bare ass a little slap as she was slipping away. My right leg that she'd been straddling had a slimy smear of lube on it.

Sarah immediately slid onto my lap, but instead of doing it like the other girls, pretending to be demure, she straddled me as if she were going to ride me cowgirl in the chair. She slid close, trapping the Hog between us, her knees on the chair cushion on either side of my legs.

"Well hey there, stranger," she laughed, and pressed her naked body against mine, her big tits rubbing against my chest and her cunt pressed against the underside of my cock.

"Hey yourself, stunner," I said, and reached around and clapped my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed and massaged them. She leaned up and I met her for a steamy kiss. I knew that my hands on her juicy ass were spreading her to the others, revealing her asshole in winks and peeks, and she didn't even care. This was a comfortable spot for me. I mean, usually she'd be riding my cock instead of grinding on it, but other than that I was completely at home with Sarah naked and all over me. Why should I care if the others were watching?

"Matty," she finally said, breaking our kissing. "I'm a little busy here what with the making out and all. Could you deal out the next round?"

I snorted, and she playfully put her teeth at the end of my nose and pretended to bite.

"Oh, yeah," Matt said, sounding something like his dog had died. "I can do that."

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