Tom

“Fuck,” I sighed. “Tom.”

“Dude, you don’t need to say it like I’m a plague or something,” Tom said.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant,” I sighed. “You just aren’t a viable way for me to get off this diving board.”

“Oh, hah,” he grinned. “Fair.”

My options were limited. No Miranda, no Nicole. I couldn’t send him at Sarah for Matt’s sake either after the last couple of dares and our current predicament, and I didn’t want to fuck Tom over again since he was going to have his turn next and could turn it right back around on me. There was really only one option.

“Alright. This is me making amends, you two. Tom, I dare you to fuck Tiff in her favourite position. This is my apology dare for denying you earlier.”

“Yeah, buddy!” Tom crowed, fist-pumping. Then he turned to Tiff. “How are we doing it, hot stuff? You like it doggy, don’t you? Little hair pulling, throwing it back?”

Tiff was smirking. “Oh, I like a little doggy,” she said. “But I’m a more sophisticated woman than that. My favourite position is Amazon.”

“Huh?” Tom asked. “What position is that?”

“Go lay on that deck chair over there and I’ll show you,” Tiff grinned.

I also hadn’t heard of the position, so it looked like at least a few of us were about to learn a new sex position.

Tiff had Tom lay on his back on the deck chair, his legs on either side of it, and she quickly jerked on his cock to make sure it was good and hard. Then she took his legs and bent them back and out, almost like he was a chick getting her legs spread for some heavy missionary fucking. Actually, it was exactly the position that Sarah had taken for you and Matter. And then Tiff mounted him, sitting down on Tom’s cock while he was on his back with his legs in the air.

It was like she was the dude in missionary, and was in complete control. And then she started thrusting slowly, rolling her body.

“Yeah, baby,” she grinned and laughed. “You like that? You like me being in control?”

“I have the weirdest boner right now,” Tom said. He was clearly enjoying the sex but didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know where to put his hands, or how to thrust - which he really couldn’t do from his almost bent-in-half position. Tiff hadn’t even taken off her top, but her ass was clenched and flexing and I had a moment of picturing lesbian porn where a woman fucked another with a strap-on. She was using the same sort of motions as that, which made me snort out a half-chuckle at the idea of Tom getting pegged and what his reaction would be.

Miranda, acting as Bowl Girl, gave me a look and a shrug and then brought the bowl over to them. “Uh, Tom? You can pick.”

“Um, right. Right,” Tom said. He looked like he’d really been thrown for a loop. He still managed to give Miranda a thirsty look up and down before he drew a name. “Heh, is that karma or what? I got John. Hey, John, I dare you to come over to this chair beside us and do this position with Miranda.”

Miranda’s jaw dropped in surprise, but I didn’t even care that I was about to be in some sort of weird position with her. I bolted up from the diving board fast enough that it was bouncing, leaving Matt behind.

“Hey,” I said to Miranda as I got over to them, and I pulled her into a quick kiss. “You good with this?”

“I mean, yeah,” she nodded. “Absolutely. I just never pictured us doing it for the first time like this.”

“Neither did I,” I chuckled.

“To be fair,” Nicole called over from her seat on Sarah’s face. “I didn’t exactly picture a first time with John being in front of a half dozen people either.”

“That’s fair,” Miranda chuckled.

I got down on the deck chair and we quickly got into position. Miranda was already wet, and I was hard. There wasn’t much more to do than just do it.

It was weird, watching her slide onto my cock. In one way it was amazing. I’d fantasized about this, and about her, for years. She felt perfect, better than I’d dreamed. Her shallow breaths, the small smile on her lips as she felt me entering her. It was all amazing. Except for this weird fucking position (figuratively, and literally).

She bounced on me softly, taking about two-thirds of me for a minute, before she went deeper and bottomed out and we both groaned.

“You feel so fucking good, babe,” she moaned.

“So do you,” I gasped. “Fuck, so do you.”

With Miranda on top of me fully, I reached down to where she’d set the bowl and fished around to draw a name.

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