Sarah over Miranda

“Wow, I am on a roll,” Sarah laughed. “Winning and losing. What’s it been, five dares in a row?”

Sarah had flipped over a King of clubs, while Miranda was the low card with a Five of diamonds.

“OK,” Miranda said, chewing on her lip for a moment as she got a little worried about what her hyper-sexual friend had on her mind now. “What are you gonna do to me, Sarah?”

Sarah played it up again, loving when she had the power almost as much as she loved being dared to do something. “Hmmm, let me think, let me think,” she said. “Actually, how about this? You whisper in my ear what the hell was so distracting while I was tonguing that delicious furburger of yours, and then I’ll come up with a dare that will distract you appropriately. In a fun way.”

“Oh, god,” Miranda sighed. She rolled her eyes, and Sarah responded by making a big eyed, innocent face with a serene smile and her hands bunched up under her chin. The fact that she was completely naked didn’t exactly help the look. “Fine,” Miranda said, leaning in to whisper in her friend’s ear.

Sarah nodded along, eyes looking at me as she listened to Miranda. She licked her lips lightly, her gaze darting quickly to John across the coffee table, then back to me.

“OK, I totally get it,” Sarah said, taking her friend's hand and patting it. “Totally makes sense. And I know exactly what dare you should get.”

Sarah looked around the room, grinning as she played up the tension.

“I dare you, my dear Miranda…” she declared, then stopped again playfully. “To…”

“Sarah just spit it out,” Nicole said.

“Spitters are quitters,” Sarah said with a smirk. “But I guess you learned that lesson now, Nicole.”

Nicole flushed and didn’t have a comeback, since her hair was still wet from the shower that was needed to clean my cum off of her.

“Anyways, Miranda I dare you to go sit back on Tom’s lap, but this time properly. With his cock wedged up that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Well, that certainly perked me up, along with the Hog. “Come on over,” I said with a smirk, patting my lap.

“Oh god, OK,” Miranda said, standing up slowly. She only had to shuffle over and turn around, pointing her bare, toned ass at me. She was the most tan out of the three girls, not that she had much competition between Sarah’s pale irish heritage and Nicole’s own porcelain pale complexion, and I loved the way her ass moved as she shifted her weight.

“Do you want legs outside or inside?” I asked.

“Um, I’ll sit legs in,” she said, so I spread mine and she backed up closer. I held the Hog pointed slightly forward for her, and Miranda backed up and bent her knees to get lower until my cock head was pressing against the wet, sparsely fuzzy folds of her pussy. I hadn’t gotten to watch like this when we’d had our quickie in the closet - it had been too dark, and we’d done it standing up anyways. Now I got to watch as Miranda’s meaty lips spread and stretched around the Hog. She got the head in and started to slide lower, but only got about three inches before she got tight.

“Fuuuck, that’s thick,” she groaned.

“Yeah it is,” Sarah cackled. She was leaning back on the other couch practically in Matt’s lap, and he had thrown an arm around her shoulders while Sarah played with her nipples and they both watched.

Good for you, simp, I smirked.

Miranda rose back up a bit, then down and took another two inches.

I gave her ass a smack on the outside curve. “Come on, you took almost the whole thing already.”

“Yeah, and that fuckin’ nearly blew my mind,” Miranda said. “I wasn’t ready for it.”

“Oh, well if that’s the case,” I said, and grabbed both of her hips and pulled her down while I thrust upwards.

“Holy fuck!” Miranda shouted, and lost her footing as she fell back against me, her back to my chest, her ass to my hips and the Hog buried entirely inside her wam, squeezing confines. She shuddered once and was wincing, but the noise she let out was more orgasmic than pain.

“Come on, hot stuff,” I said, and reached around her and put my fingers on her pussy, quickly rubbing at her clit. She was stuffed, the lips of her pussy mashed around the base of my cock, and with her legs awkwardly akimbo her clit poked out just inviting the play. “Come on back to reality.”

The thing was, while I did it, I looked right in John’s fuckin’ face as he watched me hilt deep in the girl he’d been dreaming about marrying. I don’t know what it was - to be honest, I’d been the guy plenty of girls had cheated on their boyfriends (and even some husbands) with, but doing it right in front of that fucking kid was a fuckin’ ego trip I couldn’t get enough of.

Was I like, a reverse cuck? Was that a thing? I mean, that had to be a thing on the internet, right?

“OK, OK, stop,” Miranda gasped, closing her legs around my fingers. I let up, and we adjusted so that we were sitting and she got her feet on the ground. It was funny, and I hadn’t even really noticed it until her legs had splayed out just then, but I realized Miranda was still wearing her converse shoes. No pants, no panties, but still had her shoes on. I had to guess she’d had them on in the closet too, and when the 69ing with Sarah had happened, but it just hadn’t been something I noticed.

I kinda thought it was hot.

“Distracted?” Sarah giggled from her seat.

“Yes, fuck,” Miranda said. Then she twisted her torso and punched me on the shoulder. “I said it was too much last time!”

“Oh, I’m sorry for blowing your mind again,” I said. “Next time I’ll let you take a half hour to ease your way into the shallow end of the pool.”

“Next time I’m gonna do some fucking stretches first, damn,” Miranda said.

“So you’re agreeing that there’ll be a next time,” I smirked.

Miranda opened her mouth and then shut it and rolled her eyes, turning back to the group. Before she could say anything I shifted my weight and bounced my hips, in turn pumping up into her and then letting her drop back down. It wasn’t far or very much, but he jostled and moaned.

“That’s fucking hot,” Sarah said. “You can see his cock moving in your stomach.”

“What?” Miranda said, looking down.

Sarah sat forward and put her hand on Miranda’s torso, then put pressure in a spot and I actually thought I felt it. “Holy cow, his cock must be rearranging your insides,” Sarah said. “Look how far it reaches!”

“I don’t even know how I feel about that,” Miranda said.

Sarah started shuffling and dealing for the next round while John tried her absolute hardest not to look at Miranda and I.

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