Miranda

Sarah knew who everyone (at least, every man) wanted her to kiss, and truth be told, she wanted to do it too. Part of her reasoning was what she had thought before, about using the dare as a way to excite Miranda and make her more suggestible, but a bigger part of it was borne from genuine desire. It had been a long time since she'd made out with another woman, and she was missing the intoxicating sensation. Boys were fun too, but there was just something different about locking lips with a soft and sweet smelling girl while everyone else looked on, wide eyed and slack jawed.

"Miranda," she announced her choice, and she could practically see the boys start salivating at what they were about to witness. "Bring those sweet lips over here," she beckoned with a curled finger. She was vaguely aware of Matt's awed expression below her, but most of Sarah's attention was on the sexy brown haired girl across the room

"So you have made out with her before? You dirty girl," you sighed as Miranda began to raise herself off your lap. "Hey, don't slut shame me," she laughed, while the only part of her nude body that was concealed from your view was her tits by her forearm. You weren't about to shame her for it, but the way she was right now with her pussy centimeters from your crotch and practically drooling on to it, she was definitely acting like a slut. If you were going to do anything about her sluttiness, you were going to encourage it. The two of them hadn't even touched each other yet and you were already thinking about Miranda and Sarah sloppily making out while running their hands over each others naked bodies.

The only regret you had about this dare, was that it wasn't taking place in your lap. Still, you weren't going to complain about your seat at the show just because you weren't in the front row. It seemed Matt had that honor, and you found yourself feeling briefly jealous of him in between stealing peeks at your crush's perfect ass as she walked away from you. That jealousy didn't have much time to develop, however, before Sarah stood up too.

Matt looking surprised and slightly forlorn as his crush pulled away from him but, since he knew she was only moving to kiss another equally hot girl, he wasn't too put out. Sarah smiled like a predator as she got to her feet, licking her lips as her eyes travelled up Miranda's naked body. Your crush rolled her eyes in response, but she didn't allow that overeager display of lust to hinder her stride. With every step her soft booty bounced as the distance between her and Sarah closed, until they met in the middle just beside the coffee table.

The two stood nearly toe to toe as the anticipation built, you even cocked your head in advance in preparation of seeing them kiss. Like a natural born tease, Sarah reached up to Miranda's face only to brush a stray lock of brown hair off her face, her fingers trailing along her cheekbone and then over Miranda's ear to the back of her head. Sarah's fingers drummed on the nape of Miranda's neck for a moment, before she used that firm grip to pull your crushes head towards hers, their eyelids fluttering shut before their two pairs of perfectly pouty lips finally met.

There was a cheer like you'd witnessed the first kiss at a wedding. You were so overjoyed at the sight that the cheer might have came from you without even realizing it. The two of them wasted no more time once their kissing began. There was no sweet and innocent start, or even a pretense that this was something alien to either of them. They simply dove straight into what you'd been waiting for as their mouths fell sluttily all over each other. Sarah nibbled at Miranda's lower lip and their twin tongues coiled wetly together, putting on a show that could have made a strip club owner into a millionaire overnight.

It wasn't just their tongues that toyed with each other, much to your excitement. Sarah's hands soon slid down the smooth arch of your crush's back to cup her bountiful ass, groping, squeezing, and bouncing those fat cheeks exactly how you would have in her position. She even pulled those cheeks apart, exposing Miranda's winking asshole to you and making you think about burying your twitching cock inside of it.

Miranda's hands weren't still either. She wasn't as forthright or adventurous as Sarah, but she still sank the fingers of one hand into the supple flesh of Sarah's thigh. The other ran up the back of Sarah's head, her fingers coursing through her hair like strings of red linen as she caressed her friend's silky smooth hair. Sarah returned the favor by running a hand up to Miranda's luxurious locks, except instead of running her fingers through it like a shampoo commercial, she grabbed a fistful of it near the base. Rather than emitting a grunt of pain like you might have expected, Miranda just let out a pathetic moan into Sarah's mouth as her knees practically knocked together. It was clear Sarah knew a lot more about your crush, and what she liked, than you realized.

Still firmly but not painfully holding Miranda's hair, Sarah pulled her down towards the coffee table. The wood groaned slightly beneath their weight as they both sat on the edge, but the solid timber bore them without any risk of damage. You'd seen Sarah dancing on that table before, you doubted the two of them could do it any harm. The health of the table was the last thing on your mind anyway. Miranda and Sarah were still kissing, and that demanded your full attention.

This time it wasn't just their hands that moved. While Sarah maneuvered one palm to grope and massage one of Miranda's 36C tits, she kissed her lips down Miranda's pale neck. With no other pair of lips to muffle her you heard Miranda giggle and gasp as clear as a bell, obviously enjoying everything Sarah was doing. She wasn't the only one. The rest of you might have only been observers to Sarah's sexy actions, but you could tell from the palpable silence that almost everyone was taking pleasure just from watching. The only sound besides your crush's moaning was Sarah's lips smooching down to her friend's collar bone and beyond.

A trail of sloppy lipstick kisses adorned Miranda's neck, the bright tone of Sarah's lipstick making them stand like scars against Miranda's otherwise unblemished skin. Her red hair clashed too against that white canvas, painting Miranda's chest with even more smoldering contrast. Those marks and Miranda's continued moaning were testaments to the pleasure Sarah gave as she advanced down and down to Miranda's pointed nipples. Her lips only brushed briefly against that sensitive point, drawing a **** gasp from Miranda's lips, before Sarah boldly moved again.

The tension from Sarah's steady advance to Miranda's tits had captivated you so completely that, when she instead pushed Miranda over backwards, you gasped almost as loudly as she did. Miranda landed on her back on the hardwood, looking up at Sarah with shocked eyes for a moment, her hands splayed uselessly beside her head. She was only alone for a moment before Sarah joined her, climbing on top of her and making their lips collide again. The hat was swept away in the throes of their passions, landing bottom side down on the floor beside them.

Now their whole bodies were joined as almost one, their equally soft tits pressed between their heaving bodies. Their legs twined romantically together, thighs between soft thighs like Sarah had thrown Miranda backward onto a lover's bed instead of a wooden table. Despite Sarah's passion the table was still soo short to fit them properly, so as their heads almost hung off of one end, their feet brushed against the floor at the other, As you watched, even their feet seemed to play together, toes brushing against calves and teasing soles.

Their brown and red hair twirled together on the hardwood like swirls of ice cream as they made out. They were far beyond just kissing at this point, and even the phrase "making out" seemed to pale in inadequacy when compared to the visible passion on display. It seemed like every inch of their bodies was involved, pushing and pressing or being groped and squeezed. With Sarah on top now it was her ass that you were facing, and you watched Miranda's hand squeeze it tightly, her fingers sinking into Sarah's yielding backside.

The display looked like an uncontrolled descent into debauchery, but Sarah remained in control, despite very much enjoying the experience. Miranda always knew just how to drive her leg home against Sarah's pussy at the right angle to make it gush, but Sarah still had other things on her min. She still had a plan to complete.

"Look at that," she whispered, pushing Miranda's head back with a finger under her chin. From beneath, Miranda looked up at Tom's cock that was rock hard and towering over her face from only a foot away. "I think he likes us," Sarah giggled as Tom's meaty python seemingly twitched in agreement. Miranda's jaw hung open as she stared, a line of spit connecting her lips to Sarah's as her eyes trailed up Tom's length. Sarah could feel her friend's already hot and wet pussy begin to boil like a sauna against her leg, obviously liking every hard inch of what she saw.

After a lengthy second of cock gazing, Miranda shook her head and lowered her eyes before kissing Sarah once more. Her lips mashed more desperately against Sarah's now, and her lower half humped earnestly against Sarah's leg between her thighs like a bitch in heat. Sarah hadn't planned on Tom getting hard, but she certainly wasn't surprised, either by his impressive rejuvenation or Miranda's primal response to it. That boner had been a blessing in disguise for her plan.

You couldn't blame Tom for getting hard, you were pretty solid in your underwear yourself, but you wished he didn't have to show it off to everyone like that. It was sort of spoiling your view of the happy couple sloppily making out on the table, in addition to it obviously making Nicole uncomfortable.

Nicole hadn't known where to look once this dare had started. She wasn't bi or a lesbian and she didn't really want people thinking she was (again), but she still found it difficult to ignore Miranda and Sarah playing with each other. Once the two of them had fallen back on to the coffee table, however, her eyes had found somewhere to rest. Tom's thick cock, not too far from their heads, recaptured her attention as it slowly throbbed back to strength once more. It was clear form the way it thickened and hardened again that he was enjoying the show. Unbidden, she pictured herself lead back on the table with her mouth open too, except it wasn't Sarah's tongue invading her lips.

"Mmmph, I think that will do," Sarah eventually purred, breaking the kiss and rubbing her thigh against Miranda's dripping mound one last time for good measure. She'd been expecting to hear vocal complaints about ending the dare so soon, but as she raised her head everyone was too shocked to silence to speak. "If you want any more than that, you'll have to pay," she added, speaking more to Miranda than any of the stunned onlookers.

Still lead back on the table, Miranda took a second to realize that Sarah was talking to her. Her friend's ministrations had brought her so close to orgasm that she'd forgotten about the dare, the game, and even most of her audience. Groggily, she sat up as Sarah climbed off of her, before looking around the room. Pairs of eyes bore into her from all directions and she was so dazed it took her a few seconds to remember her 36C breasts were bare. Covering them, and her dripping pussy with her other hand, Miranda **** herself to her feet and began the difficult journey back towards you.

Your attention was torn between the naked Miranda who staggered back towards you, her hair and makeup a mess like she'd just been fucked, and Sarah, who was bent down with her full ass in the air as she picked the hat up off the floor. Ultimately, Miranda won out, forcing your full focus back on to her as she almost leapt into your lap once more. "Did you enjoy that?" You asked, already feeling a renewed heat dripping on to your crotch. Without opening her mouth, Miranda just blinked and nodded. It took you completely off guard when she leant forward to lay her body against your own, her head resting between your shoulder and your neck.

It would have been sweet if her hard nipples weren't digging erotically into your chest.

While Miranda was taking your breath away, Sarah was taking the hat back to her seat. Matt looked as pleased to have her back as you had been to receive Miranda, but Sarah had seemingly shocked him beyond the point of words. He just gratefully accepted her back on to his lap as she stirred the slips for her own name to draw.

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