John tries again

John took a breath and looked around the circle. I had to hand it to the guy, he wasn’t very good at confrontation but at least he’d started standing up for himself.

“Fine. OK,” he said. “John and Matt. I dare you to… um….”

Great, back to the hesitating.

“I dare you both to put on all your clothes.”

“Oh,” Sarah said, making a disappointed face. “That’s not fun.”

“Well,” I shrugged, “It’s a dare. This is going to be interesting.”

Miranda started to stand up, pulling herself up the length of the Hog and off of my fingers in her ass. I let her ass go, but grabbed her hips and stopped her from leaving my cock. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“Don’t you need to stand up to get dressed?” she said.

I smirked and looked at John. “No, I got this.”

While Matt started collecting his clothes and putting them on, I pulled Miranda all the way back down the Hog, making her tense up and moan. Then I scooted us forward on the seat and bent us forward, Miranda moving with me, and I fished my pants out. It was awkward, but I got one leg in a hole, then the other, and pulled them up. Then I bunny hopped my ass off the seat, making Miranda squawk as I shoved my cock deep and lifted her up as I yanked my jeans up over my ass. Then it was a simple thing to grab my shirt and put it back on.

“There, all dressed,” I grinned right at John.

“No you’re not, your pants aren’t done up,” he said.

I shrugged, and patted Miranda’s ass. “Lift up,” I said.

She did, raising about four inches up my cock, her pussy lips stretching as they gripped my shaft. “Fuck,” she whispered, barely more than a breath.

I pulled my pants up a little higher, buttoned the top button of my jeans, and then reached around and fished my ballsack out so it was above the fabric instead of below. “Good girl,” I said, taking Miranda by the hips and lifting her up further, and then lower, and then up again, and then lower, making her release one solid moan as she leaned and braced one hand on the arm of the chair. Finally I settled her back down and reached around, and she let me pull one of her legs to the side, showing off her hairy cunt still stretched over my cock before I settled two fingers on her clit hood and gave it a little rub.

“Fuck, Tom,” she gulped.

“Alright, now I’ve got to be done,” I said.

“Nicely played, Tom,” Sarah chuckled and gave me a clap. Matt was now sitting next to her, fully dressed and clearly annoyed that John had taken a shot at him even after their shouting match.

“Happy now?” Nicole asked John.

“I mean, no. I feel like he’s not fulfilling the spirit of the dare,” John said.

“And I feel like the spirit of the dare was shitty,” I said.

“John, just lay back down,” Nicole sighed. “Now you have to stay down there for another extra round because you watched that whole thing.”

“... god damn it,” John said. He laid down, and Nicole stepped back over him, lowering her ass onto his face.

She sniffed in a breath and jerked a little, I assume when John started tonguing her again, and then closed her eyes and nodded. “Alright, Sarah. Go ahead.”

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