Of course she does it

Nicole really, really wanted to say no, to put her foot down and refuse to do something like that for Tom. He had been groping her and teasing her all night, after all, it would only be reasonable to refuse to do something so sexual for a misogynist like him. Despite those reasonable objections, some part of Nicole, especially the lower part between her legs, disagreed. It had been a long time since she'd broken up with her ex and she hadn't done anything with a guy, or even just a cock, since. The thought of having a big, meaty, rod filling her fingers and stretching her lips had taken root in her head, she couldn't say no to that now.

"Fine, I'll do it, I guess," she sighed, doing her best impression of a completely unwilling participant even as she felt a familiar warmth creep up her neck. Sarah smiled triumphantly at her as she got to her feet. "Yes! Let's keep the good times rolling, sister!" She encouraged her, tightly embracing Matt and pulling his face into her bare chest. Nicole didn't meet the eyes of anyone else in the room, she didn't want to see you or Miranda judging her, and she really didn't want to see the smug look that would undoubtedly be on Tom's face. Instead, she kept her eyes low, focused only on the bulge in Tom's lap, and partway down his thigh. In her haste to accept her dare she had nearly forgotten just how big Tom's dick really was, she might not even be able to suck it after all this drama.

Like the gentleman that Nicole knew he wasn't, Tom helped her to get started with her dare. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and tugged down his zipper, until it was just his underwear restraining his meaty dick. His bulge rose ominously high in the fabric of his boxers, like a shark's fin cresting through the waves. It seemed he left the last bit of getting his dick out to her, spreading his legs and sitting back with his bulge yet to be unwrapped.

Nervously, Nicole approached him, ignoring the sound of someone whispering behind her. She didn't want to know what they were saying, or what they would say, about her sucking Tom's cock so easily. Without a word or a glance anywhere other than that bulge, Nicole got to her knees. Tom's spread legs left her plenty of room to crawl in close, her face coming perilously near his underwear. Her hands were unsteady as she reached up towards him and her face soured as she heard Tom chuckle at that, but she kept going.

For a moment she considered just opening his button fly, but then she decided that trying to wrangle his large dick through such a small opening would be more trouble than it was worth. Her hands continued on to his waistband instead, fingers hooking over the elastic as her nails briefly scraped his skin. Nicole didn't want to drag this part out, so she simply pulled his boxers down as smoothly as she could.

First, she unveiled his roughly shorn pubes, a detail that she didn't notice last time, then she found the thick base of his shaft. A vein that instantly reminded her of a Snickers bar ran down the top of it, meandering slightly along his girth like a flowing river. More and more of his shaft was uncovered as she pulled and, despite knowing how big he was, she still was surprised by how far it seemed to go. After what seemed like an age Nicole finally reached his dick's helmet, a bulbous and rounded thing that reminded her of a toadstool. With one last tug she brought his underwear over that lump, allowing his cock to pop limply free of it's confines. Limply being the operative word.

Somehow, despite Miranda and Sarah bouncing around completely naked, despite having so recently felt and spanked her ass, despite knowing that Nicole was about to get down on her knees for him, his dick was soft. Still worryingly big, of course, but not the rock hard member she had seen when he had jerked it off on to her face. That had been after Sarah had sucked it. Looking at that mammoth piece of cockmeat again now, Nicole remembered that slutty red haired girl gagging and spluttering around it. If someone as experienced as Sarah had struggled, would Nicole really be able to tame it with her delicate little lips?

"Hey girl, it ain't gonna suck itself," Tom called down to her, making her tear her eyes off his cock to look at him. A new blush flood her cheeks as she met his cocky gaze, and too late she realized her mouth had been the tiniest bit agape as she stared at his dick. She hadn't even touched his cock yet and he was so smugly in control. "Asshole," Nicole whispered to him before looking back down at his dick again.

He might have been an asshole, but he was right. If Nicole wanted to have any hope of completing her dare, she would have to start somewhere Reaching forward, she grabbed his cock with one hand, only to pause in surprise as she realized that she couldn't get her fingers all the way around it. She bit her bottom lip at that realization, before reaching forward to wrap both hands around his impressive girth.

She began to jerk him off almost ponderously, coaxing the beast back to it's full strength even as she thought about the best way to approach it. Her blowjobs usually started with her snaking a hand between her own thighs, paying attention to her own kitty as she played with someone else's snake. That wouldn't be an option here, both because of her audience and the fact that both her hands were occupied by stroking Tom's big python. Her poor pussy still mewled for some attention, but she would have to ignore it right now. She had much, much, bigger things to take care of.

Under her gentle care, Tom's cock was slowly coming back to life. Every time it throbbed it regained a little of it's vigor, thickening and hardening beneath her fingers. If it was a shark while it was soft then now it was like a sea monster, a serpentine leviathan that might have been as long and thick as her forearm. Part of her wanted to hold her arm up and measure, but she didn't want to rub Tom's ego. She just rubbed his cock instead, continuing to stroke his shaft with two hands as his dick rose up to point at her face.

Looking down the barrel of Tom's cannon again, she remembered the last time she had faced it at this angle. Tom's strong hand pumping quickly up and down it's shaft had been enough to finish it off then, emptying those heavy balls on to her face. She matched that speed from before with her own hands, as if hoping that would be the magic trick to make him burst once more. Of course, it didn't work, and all she got for her effort was a grunt of satisfaction from Tom. It seemed there would be no way to get this over with quickly without sucking Tom's dick, a fact that she was more than resigned to by this point.

Steeling herself, she wet her lips before planting them gingerly on to his tip. That delicate smooch drew another chuckle from Tom and a rush of adrenaline from her. Pulling her lips away from it again, she sighed quietly to herself. She was a smart, independent, young woman most of the time, why did a big dick to her lips have to make her weak at the knees? Looking at it now, huge, hard, and throbbing for her, all she could think about was wrapping her lips worshipfully around it's uncut tip. A deep breath in through her nose didn't help to quell that desire, instead it addled her senses further as her nostrils were flooded with a musky and masculine odor. Gripping Tom's cock a little more tightly, Nicole did her best to keep those shameful urges under control.

From across the room and under Miranda, you watched Nicole struggle with pitying eyes. You knew she was still a virgin and you were sure she'd probably never sucked a dick before. Now, she was face to face with Tom's (annoyingly) big dick. It seemed like a baptism by fire and, from the way she sighed, you guessed that she was already feeling overwhelmed. "She chose this John," Miranda whispered to you, evidently noticing your concern. You nodded quietly in response to her words, but you were still too worried about Nicole to even enjoy the fact that your crush was currently straddling you while naked.

Miranda, meanwhile, watched the display with very different feelings. She wasn't the least bit concerned for Nicole, but it wasn't just because she knew Nicole's oral fetish. Miranda was still caught up on what Sarah had said at the start of this dare. "His crush?" She thought. "Her?" It was a petty, mean, and jealous thought, but Miranda couldn't shift it. How could Tom have a crush on a girl with no boobs and a tiny ass while Sarah's booty and Miranda's 36C breasts were on show? Surely Sarah was joking or she had misspoke, maybe she meant he was Nicole's crush. That might make sense based on the way she'd gushed over his muscles in the shower, although Miranda had no idea how any woman could like a guy as dumb as Tom.

One thing Miranda and Nicole definitely agreed on, however, was that Tom's big dick was looking very tasty.

A cock so big, so close to her face, after so much teasing, was too delicious for Nicole to resist. Despite her best efforts, she could feel herself losing to temptation. She had no problem with sucking Tom's dick, just so long as no one else (especially not Tom) found out about her shameful secret. "Just a taste, I'll still be in control after just a taste," she rationalized desperately to herself.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as she gave in, leaning forward to makeout with his dick like it was a lover's lips. Her mouth opened part way to take in a little over half of his tip, allowing her tongue to slip out and trace around it. It tasted as masculine as it looked, dominating her senses and making her moan quietly to herself. Her soft lips brushing against his tips whilst her hands stroked him soon coaxed out a drop of precum, a dash of salt on her tongue that she lapped up without even thinking. With her eyes still closed she advanced further along his dick, soon taking all of his tip into her velvety mouth.

Despite her growing arousal, Nicole tried to keep herself controlled. She purposefully kept her blowjob slow and gentle, acting like she had almost never done this before. The last thing she wanted was for Tom to find out about her dirty little secret. If he somehow knew that she loved sucking cock then she might have died of shame. So she maintained her steady and deliberate pace, until Tom spoke again.

"I think she's trying, at least," he snorted, making Nicole's eyes flick open. She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth to meet his bored and derisive gaze, clearly unimpressed by the careful head she was giving to him. She knew he was goading her, but it still worked. A little flash of anger at that dismissive jerk served as a perfect spark, burning away the last of her inhibitions that held her back from doing what she really wanted.

"Fuck it," she decided. If she was going to suck Tom's dick, she was going to do it her way, and she was going to like it. His cock came free from her lips with a quiet pop, and for a second Tom thought Nicole was going to snap back at him. While arguing with him was tempting, that wasn't what Nicole had in mind. With both hands she raised his dick upward, before leaning beneath it to slather her tongue worshipfully all over his heavy balls. They were so big and full that there was no way she could ever get her mouth around one of them, instead she could only bathe them thoroughly with her tongue.

A surprised groan from Tom was proof that this was working, but that wasn't what Nicole cared about anymore. What she cared about was how hearing him groan made her pussy tingle. It awakened something inside her that she'd hoped to keep asleep until at least the end of the dare. Her slutty, submissive, side was wide awake, the part of her that she usually kept repressed by a thousand societal standards had now taken control. Hearing him moan for her had quietly become her new priority. She wanted to pleasure his cock, she wanted to hear him groan her name as she serviced him, she wanted to feel his cock pulse in her mouth as he gave in and shot his hot load down her throat.

With that in mind, she moved her focus upward. Her tongue traced up from his balls to his shaft, painting one long streak of saliva up the underside of his cock. Her tongue even ran mindlessly over her hands, that still pumped up and down his shaft. From base to tip, Nicole licked him again and again and again, lovingly running her tongue over every single inch of his cock until the whole thing was shining with her spit. This new lube allowed her hands to move even faster along his shaft, releasing another grunt from Tom that felt like a vibe to her pussy.

Like she couldn't control herself, she began planting kisses along his dick almost at random, smooching anywhere on his dick where her hands were not. Soon the gleaming of her spit was joined by stains of her light shade of lipstick as she sloppily painted her lust all over Tom's dick. She even peppered his balls with kisses, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of her kissing lips on one of them that made her giggle quietly. She'd been feeling very giggly ever since she decided to indulge herself with Tom's dick, a warm and bubbly sensation had brewed up inside her and made her feel lighter than air while making her hands tremble for a much more pleasant reason.

The feeling was so overwhelming that her next kiss on Tom's tip went much further than a simple peck. Her mouth opened wide and she took his whole helmet between her lips again, this time sucking on it more eagerly and skillfully. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, only taking in a fraction of his dick but she made sure to whip around it with her tongue. Now she was truly sucking his dick, and it felt good. His grunts reverberated through his cock and on to her tongue like a tuning fork, somehow being transmitted all the way down to her pussy and making it gush in her skinny jeans.

Slowly but surely, she advanced further along Tom's cock. When she pulled back so just the tip was in her lips she could see a faint ring of lipstick that marked her deepest push, and every time she bobbed her head down and up again that line would move a little further along his cock. The descent of her mouth as she engulfed more of Tom's dick left her hands with less and less space to maneuver. Soon, only one hand wrapped part way around the base was enough to hold it up.

Nicole's other hand fell away free and she rested it innocently on her inner thigh. It didn't stay there for long. Soon, it crept up slowly to between her legs, brushing against the denim over her crotch. Earlier, she had eschewed the idea of touching herself for fear of getting caught. Now, with how worked up she was feeling, playing with herself felt like a necessity. It was like there was a fire in her stomach and the only way she could put it out was with the dripping juice from her pussy. To quench that internal inferno her fingers quietly slipped over her waistband and dipped below her panties, making her tremble as her fingertips brushed over her hot pussy.

While her fingers penetrated her eager pussy, Tom's dick finally struck the back of her throat. If she'd been thinking rationally she probably would have pretended to gag, to at least keep up the pretense that she was a novice at this. Rationality had left Nicole's brain a long time ago, however, so she instead just moaned and suppressed a quiet **** as a cock that would have made a pornstar nervous stretched out her throat. She took it so deep that there was a visible bulge in Nicole's neck, her pale white skin distending slightly from the size of Tom's member.

Vainly, Nicole attempted to go even deeper. She pushed her head back and forth even as Tom's cock repeatedly collided with her throat's limit, making herself splutter and soaking his cock with even more of her spit. An encouraging hand found the back of her head, pushing her a little further and making her hazy eyes pop open. Through happy tears she looked up at Tom as he used her mouth like a fleshlight, pulling her face-first into his lap as she moaned around his massive dick.

That display of almost callous dominance drove Nicole's hand between her legs into overdrive, her fingers pumping almost as deeply into her pussy as Tom's dick went in her throat. If it wasn't for the sound of her **** and coughing on Tom's dick then everyone would have surely heard the wet sound of her playing with herself, or they definitely would have heard her moaning in pleasure. Tom's thick cock filling her mouth was like a cork, just barely bottling up all the sounds of pleasure that she was making.

With Nicole's fingers going wild beneath her panties and her mouth working overtime on Tom's dick, it was only a matter of time until one of them came. To Nicole, Tom's pleasure felt like her own, it was almost like she was in sync with him. Whenever he grunted, or his cock throbbed in her mouth, she would get her own sympathetic burst of sensation and her pussy would drip even more wetly around her fingers. Of course, her moaning and trembling in pleasure had a similar effect on him, making her throat vibrate around his hard cock like a vibrating sex toy. The two of them sexually fed off of each other like an ouroboros, hastening each other to their respective climaxes.

"Fuck, you're a good little slut," Tom grunted, while his heavy balls contracted and almost brushed against her chin. Nicole knew that he was about to cum, but she didn't move. She was too close to her own orgasm to do anything but mutely suckle on his cock whilst flicking her sensitive clit. With an almighty pulse, his cock burst, spewing his hot cum straight down her throat. His dick was so deep that she couldn't even taste a drop, it overshot her tongue completely and poured straight into her stomach.

Nicole would have been disappointed that she didn't get to taste any of his hot, creamy, cum, if it wasn't for the fact that she was cumming too. Him grunting, bucking his hips, and throbbing wildly in her mouth had been enough to push her over the edge. Her whole body shivered as she took his load, every rope shot down her throat triggering her own minor convulsion. It was clear to everyone that she was drinking his cum, but it wasn't obvious that she was loving it. The shaking of her head and shoulders could have just been construed as a natural reaction to feeling him cum down her throat, and not the shivers of ecstatic pleasure.

When Tom's dick finally stopped cumming, Nicole rested back on her haunches, allowing Tom's drained cock to pop free from her lips. Her own orgasm had subsided at the same time, her fingers slipping away from her pussy as it soaked her panties with girlcum. At first she made an effort to stand up, but she didn't get more than a few inches before she realized her legs would not obey her yet. With no other choice she collapsed forward and to the side on to Tom's leg, resting her head on his thigh and holding his knee for balance. From there her breath tickled his diminishing dick, that now hung limply in his lap again. If it wasn't for the fact that it was now covered in spit, painted with lipstick, and dripping precum from it's tip, it would look like it was exactly back to how it had started.

The two of them just sat and breathed for a little while, both of them recovering from their orgasms even though, as far as everyone else could know, only one of them had had reason to cum. Nicole hadn't been aware that she had broken a sweat, but blonde strands of hair clung to her forehead anyway, and as she pushed them aside she shuddered to think about what sort of a mess she must look like. She patted her pockets to find her phone to check, only to realize it wasn't there. Glancing over her shoulder to look for where she must have left it on the couch she saw everyone looking at her, and suddenly remembered that she wasn't alone in the room with Tom.

In an instant her cheeks, that had already been pink from exertion, burnt scarlet as she abruptly remembered that she had had an audience throughout everything she had just done. Her mind raced with concerns of what they all thought of her, about what they had seen, about what they would infer from what they had witnessed. She didn't want them thinking that she had a crush on Tom, but trying to explain to them that she just loved sucking dick and it didn't matter who it belonged to would be even worse.

Gluing her eyes to the floor, Nicole did her best to calm down. A few deep breaths in and out calmed her immediate nerves, but they did little to help the twisting knot in her stomach. After a few more seconds she rationalized that staying on her knees, in front of Tom, saying nothing, would do little to help squash whatever rumors people were already thinking up. The best thing to do now would be move on, but her legs were still too weak to move her anywhere.

If she couldn't physically move, at least she could move the game onward. With her eyes still firmly on the ground, she reached behind herself to find the hat. She was so unwilling to meet anyone's potentially judgmental gaze that she groped for the names blindly, studying the thread count of the carpet instead of looking behind her and potentially meeting an accusing stare. What everyone thought of her could wait until after the next dare, right now she just needed to find the hat and move on like nothing had happened.

Finally, her fingers found the hat's brim, and she was able to pull it down to the floor beside her. With an unsteady hand she snatched up the first slip she touched, and brought it up to her still hazy eyes to read.

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