Sarah over Nicole

“Alright, bitch,” Sarah said, turning to Nicole once the cards were revealed. “Make me an offer.”

“What?” Nicole asked. She was the low card with a two, and Sarah was high with a Queen. “What do you mean?”

“Well, two out of three cocks are currently occupied,” Sarah said. “And Tom’s already given you your first face fucking, and did it so well you literally went to the edge of an orgasm. So the next obvious thing is that I have you bend over for him. But I’m feeling generous, since Matt is massaging my ass so nicely and not popping early, so make me an offer.”

“Um, uh,” Nicole said, looking around the room. “I guess… Um… I could get naked the rest of the way, and practice the blowjob skills you taught me?”

“Mmm, sort of weak, but you’re playing to my ego,” Sarah smirked. “Alright. Your dare is to get naked, then you’re going to go help Miranda finish off John with a double blowjob.”

“Hey,” you said, feeling a little left out with the Hog standing tall and unattended.

Sarah just turned and winked at you. Apparently, she had a plan.

“Alright, alright,” Nicole said, nodding. “I’ll do that.” She quickly stripped off her kilt skirt, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her big, firm ass to the rest of the group, along with the trimmed triangle of her pubes. Then she reached back and undid the clasp on her bra, and took it off revealing her wonderfully massive tits. You’d already seen them once, and even got to feel them while you’d cleaned her in the shower, but the re-reveal was glorious.

“Nice rack,” Sarah said and motioned for Nicole to turn around so that she could see the rest. “Oh, wow, nice booty too. I might need you to tell me your workout regime.”

“Sarah, the only exercise you do is vigorous sex,” I laughed.

“Well for an ass like that I might start doing my usual squats with a weight vest on or something,” Sarah said, and reached out and smacked Nicole’s butt.

“Hey!” she yelped.

“Go on now, Nicole,” Sarah said, pointing across the sitting area. “Time to help Miranda.”

It was Nicole’s turn to pass in front of you, and you saw her purposefully turn and move past you with her ass in your face, knowing it was your favourite part of her. Once she was standing next to the couch where John was laying back and Miranda was perched between his legs, Nicole got down on her knees on the floor - her ass just so happened to point back towards you.

Miranda took her mouth off of Joh’s dick and pointed it towards Nicole.

“John,” Nicole said, making him lean up to look at her. “You spent a long time with your tongue in my ass, and maybe I was a little harsh about it. Let me make it up to you?” And then she leaned forward, and with Miranda feeding her the dick, took John into her mouth while he looked her in the eyes.

“Oh, Nicole,” he groaned. “Nicole!”

Nicole was grinning, starting to put Sarah’s tricks to work, while Miranda slipped her hand between John’s legs and started teasing his balls.

“Miranda! Nicole!” John said. “I never even- Oh, god, I never even dreamed…”

He came. Nicole took however much of his first spurt released in her mouth, then Miranda took the dick back from her and sucked hard, grabbing the rest. His orgasm lasted a while, but his actual ejaculation hadn’t been all that much.

I was mostly tickled by the look on Miranda’s face at tasting John’s cum. She had this weird satisfied/unsatisfied duality where she was proud she and Nicole had made him pop, and he’d loved it, but also unfulfilled. I watched as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking around like she almost wanted to spit the cum out.

Nicole stood and helped John sit up, the guy coming down from the clouds in his head as his dick deflated, and Nicole took her original seat on the couch beside him, while John sat in the middle and Miranda on the outside.

John, of course, looked ecstatic. Miranda seemed pleased overall once she’d just swallowed the cum, and sat with her legs crossed under her, not caring that she was showing off her hairy pussy (and, she might not have realized, the drying trail of my cum down both her thighs.)

Nicole’s expression was the strangest, because she looked happy, but also sort of confused. She glanced over at the Hog a few times, and I could see her surreptitiously pinch her nipple, hiding it as scratching an itch, and then touch between her legs and testing how wet she was.

She hadn’t come. She hadn’t even come close to wanting to come.

I could see it, working away in her mind.

I fucked her face and made her come. She blew John and made him come, but didn’t feel it herself.

But what does it mean? I laughed in my head. Oh, Nicole. She would figure it out.

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