John over You and Matt

“Oh, I guess he gets his freedom for a minute,” Sarah laughed. She’d flipped over a King of hearts for John, the highest card.

Nicole leaned forward, and then dismounted from John’s face, stepping off from straddling him. “Your turn, John,” she said. “And when you go back under, I’m just saying, more tongue. You just kissing my ass is getting old.”

John flushed as he sat up, his cheeks wet with his own spit after being trapped between Nicole’s asscheeks. He immediately, though he tried to hide it, looked over and found Miranda still mounted on my cock, leaning back against me, though he couldn’t actually see the joining since her legs were together again. He also couldn’t see my fingers slowly massaging the inside of her anal ring, making her shiver.

This, of course, made him scowl. “Who lost?” he asked, looking at the cards.

“Tom and Matt, they got the Aces,” Sarah said.

Now, John had undergone what I would have called… minor psychological **** at this point. He’d just had to listen to the girl he liked, well no, the girl he dreamed about marrying, get spit roasted between me and his best friend. And he hadn’t even been able to watch, because he’d been stuck eating his other best friend’s ass without knowing why she was mad at him. I couldn’t deny it, he’d been through a lot.

And still, still, I was buried in Miranda’s cunt and he turned his ire on Matt.

“Matt, I dare you to suck Tom’s dick,” he said.

“Cock,” I corrected him.

“What?” he asked, incredulous. Matt, in the meanwhile, was vehemently refusing the dare. Loudly.

“The Hog is a cock. It’s a big, fat cock. You don’t call a tool like I have a penis, or a dick. It’s a cock.”

“What the fuck is the difference?!” John shouted.

“He’s right,” Miranda said, though it came out as a moan as I kept fingering her ass. “It’s definitely a cock.”

“I agree,” Nicole nodded.

“Fine then,” John said. “I dare Matt to suck Tom’s cock!”

“No, you know what?” Matt said. “I’m don’t, fuck this. John, we both knew Tom was going to be asshole all night, but you’ve been a fucking prick as well.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” John said. “You’re the one who dared Miranda to go into the closet with Tom!”

“Yeah, well I didn’t tell them what to do in there,” Matt said. “And it’s like you’re fucking blaming me for playing this game. This wasn’t my idea, and you agreed to stay because you wanted to fuck Miranda and it’s just not working out that way.”

“I didn’t just want to fuck Miranda, you asshole,” John said. “I wanted her to be my girlfriend.”

“Well let’s see if that happens now, dipshit,” Matt said.

“BOYS!” Sarah shouted, standing up and stomping her foot. The fact that she was naked didn’t diminish her fierceness at all.

John and Matt both shut up, glaring at each other.

“Now, I get that you two may not be entirely happy with some of what’s gone on,” Sarah said. “But you’ve both had your dicks sucked and gotten to see a lot more pussy and tit and ass then I bet you ever have in your lives. Am I right?”

John and Matt both looked away.

“I am,” Sarah continued. “And if you two could stop being childish for two seconds - John, you’ve been inside me now. Matt, don’t you want to lose your virginity, too?”

“I- I’m not-” he stammered.

“Oh, of course you are,” Sarah sighed. “And that’s OK, hun. But if you leave, you’re not going to lose it to me.”

“I do not want to suck Tom’s cock,” Matt said.

“And you won’t,” Sarah said. “John, that’s an unfair dare and you know it. We’ve already been through this, remember? There’s a difference between unsure and uncomfortable, and a hard no.”

“So let him quit, then,” John said.

“If he leaves, you leave,” Nicole said.

“What?”

“You heard me, John,” Nicole said. “If you’re going to try and **** Matt out of the game, I’m not going to sit my ass back down and you’re going to fail your dare. And then you have to leave too, and Miranda and Sarah and I will just keep playing with Tom.”

“But I’m your ride,” John said weakly.

“I do have a car,” I said, happy to just sit back and listen to this while I’d worked my two fingers up to the third knuckle in Miranda’s ass. She had also been conspicuously silent during the argument, trying to keep in the little hiccups and squeaks I was milking out of her.

“Fine! Fine,” John said. “What now, then?”

“Everyone sit down,” Sarah ordered, pointing to the seats. John, Matt and Nicole followed her directions. “Now, I’m going to pour everyone a shot, and we’re all going to take it at once. And then John, you’re going to make a new dare for Tom and Matt. Got it?”

“Yeah, fine,” John said.

Sarah quickly went to work, and soon we were all holding a shot of her Dad’s whiskey.

“Slancha!” Sarah said, and we all downed our drinks. Everyone in the room but me coughed at the strong burn in their throats.

“It’s slainte, with a harder ‘a’,” I told her.

“Oh, whatever,” Sarah laughed. “Alright, John. Try again.”

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