Sarah (Sarah's sadistic scheme)

Miranda swung her hand around and around the inside of the hat almost as smoothly as Tom put his arm around her shoulder, agitating the slips thoroughly before her inevitable draw. As much as she had undeniably enjoyed Tom’s lips on hers, she still felt bad that it had come at John’s expense, made clear by the way she pursed her lips when she glanced up at him.

Sighing as if in thought, Miranda moved her pitying gaze from John, to the scrap of paper that she had just drawn. Whatever was written on it seemed to give her pause, as she scrunched up her brow and took a second to think. Her eyes read and reread the slip for a few seconds, before she seemed to make up her mind.

"Alright, so I drew you Sarah," she said, raising her head to face her friend as she dropped the piece of paper back into the hat. Sarah sat up in her seat at the sound of her own name, joining her hands in her lap and tilting her head perkily like she was an eager schoolgirl. A half-naked one, whose big tits were squeezed teasingly between her arms.

Sarah didn't know it at the time, but those big tits were about to be a big part of her next dare.

"I wanted to thank John for his . . . effort earlier," Miranda said. She blushed as she spoke but Sarah couldn't tell if it was embarrassment from spreading her legs again, shame from forgetting about John so easily to kiss another man, or second hand cringe on John's behalf. Whatever it was, she didn't just sit and blush for long.

"And I want you to do it for me," Miranda laughed awkwardly, "I dare you to motorboat his face with your boobs!"

Tom reacted before Sarah could.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo! Tonight's a good night, eh John?!" He hollered, pumping one fist in circles in the air like he was at a football game. His other hand stayed firmly around Miranda's shoulders.

John seemed less enthused about his crush's latest dare, his eyes flicking sullenly from Tom to Sarah as he continued sulking. Apparently, seeing Miranda choose to kiss Tom while he attempted to pleasure her had left him in a mood so bad that even Sarah's perfect boobs couldn't raise it. As a point of pride, at least, Sarah would have to change that.

This would also, unintentionally on Miranda's part, play into Sarah's game to emotionally beat down Matt. Things really were going her way tonight.

"Well, if you insist, Miranda," Sarah tittered, rising slowly to her feet. As she stood, she pushed her ass backward a little, nearly hitting Matt in the face with it and forcing him to pay attention. She didn't want him to miss her grinding on another man, again.

Using one richly manicured hand, she threw her long, red hair out over her shoulder, as she approached John. Every step towards him was taken with exaggerated swagger, throwing her already ample hips from side to side with every step, like she was walking down a catwalk. By the time she arrived before him, even the dejected John had been **** to look up at her sexily sashaying stride.

Without saying a word, she placed one finger in the center of his spongy forehead, and pushed him back in his seat. If she was going to practically give him a lap dance, then she was going to do it her way, with only herself in control.

"Ooh, second time we've done this tonight," she cooed, before planting her knees on the couch on either side of him. Straddling him seemed to be the only way to bury his face in her tits, and it was also definitely a good way to make Matt practically foam at the mouth in a jealous rage. As if loudly implying that John had already motorboated her fluffy boobs wouldn't have already made Matt thoroughly pissed.

Once more, her crotch was pressed against John’s, the rough denim of his XL jeans rubbing against her pussy, that was only covered by her already wet panties. She knew that her already tiny skirt would be riding up, flashing her toned ass to anyone who cared to look, but she didn’t care. The only people who could see were Matt, Miranda, and Tom. One person who Sarah didn’t care about at all, and two people who she wanted to see her sexy butt. The three of them could watch all they wanted, as far as she was concerned.

Eyeing up her prey, Sarah couldn’t help but smile at how defeated he looked already. His bottom lip stuck out, his eyes were hard, and his brows were knitted together in a frown. Sarah wanted to tell him that if his crush just kissing someone was this bad, then he should just leave now, because it was going to get an awful lot worse. Instead, she decided to set to work on her dare, teasing him with a glimpse of heaven before she sent him to an emotional hell.

"Let's do this right," she murmured, before ripping off her remaining piece of nipple tape. "Ahh," she hissed at the brief rush of pain, shaking the sticky tape off her fingers with a flick of her wrist. She'd been practically topless before, and already baring one perky nipple, but the sight of her fully uncovered bust was still something to see.

Two symmetrically perky orbs sat proudly on her chest, white as marble but soft as downy pillows. A smattering of freckles on her upper chest dappled her pale skin like a doe's, becoming fainter and fewer as they trickled down to her areolas. Jutting forward were her perfect pink nipples, sharpened to hard points by cold, lust, and excitement.

The one she'd just exposed felt particularly sensitive, practically throbbing as the night air sensually caressed it. Rapidly, it hardened to match it's twin, the two of them forming stiff peaks like her sweet tits were made of freshly whipped cream.

Morose as he was, two tits so perfect they looked like they'd been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, were impossible for John to ignore. His pouting bottom lip fell open, while his eyes went wide as he stared. While he was distracted, Sarah decided to strike.

Arching her whole body, she brought her full breasts to bear around John’s head, completely swallowing it into her heavenly bosom. Like an avalanche, she buried his face in the snowy white expanse of her tits, until all that was left visible were his raised eyebrows. Behind her, someone laughed at her suddenly smothering John, but Sarah was just focused on completing her dare and making Matt pissed in the process.

Giggling herself, Sarah began to move, wiggling her shoulders to make her tits smack lightly against the sides of John's head. The sharp corners of his glasses dug into her chest a little, but her boobs had so much cushioning that it wasn't really a problem. Besides, if she bounced around enough in his lap, she could probably knock them off again. That would be a nice challenge for her to work towards, in addition to trying to make Matt completely furious.

Like she was riding his dick, she began to quickly bounce herself up and down in his lap, hoping that the bobbing of her breasts would coax his glasses off his nose. The feeling of his ears rubbing against her tender breasts made her laugh again, and the thought of Matt impotently watching it all made her laugh even harder.

John's glasses were almost off now, one arm having been lifted to be completely skewed from his ear by Sarah's tit dragging it out of place. Looking up from her progress to gauge what the others were thinking, she noticed Nicole glaring at her out of the corner of her eye.

"You still like this guy?" she thought, although outwardly she just shrugged as if to say "this wasn't my idea." It's not like Nicole could have let John motorboat her anyway, even if he was interested, her modest tits would have been better suited to bury his nose rather than wrapping around his whole head.

Turning the other way, she saw Tom and Miranda were still getting cozy together on the couch, with former nearly pressing his lips up to the latter's ear. Whatever he was whispering, Miranda seemed to lie it, if her broad smile and quiet whispers of "oh, stop," were anything to go by.

Last, and certainly least, was Matt. He was seated right behind her, so she had to practically drag John to one side so she could get a good look at her suitor over her shoulder. He had been staring at her ass, which was on full display with her tiny skirt rolled up as high as it was, so he blushed furiously when he realized he had been caught.

With a face like thunder, he looked away, pouting as he glared at the floor instead. In his lap, he tugged the blanket up higher, undoubtedly attempting to hide his shameful erection. If she had been a little closer, she might have told him that no one would notice something so small anyway, but she didn't want to yell it across the room and expose his little secret just yet.

Redirecting her focus back to John, and her dare, she redoubled her efforts. Holding him by the back of his head, she thrust her chest up and forward against him, as if she was trying to knock him out with her boobs. What she was trying to do, was knock off his glasses and on the third rough thrust she succeeded.

The plastic framed specs flew into the air, tumbling over the back of the ouch to land with a clatter on the floor behind. A proud cheer started from Sarah, quickly followed by a round of applause from behind her. Turning her head again, she bowed her head appreciatively to Miranda and Tom, the latter of whom whistled loudly in appreciation of her skill.

The nerds were less appreciative of her showing off. Matt and Nicole were both still glaring at her as if this was somehow her fault. Pulling back her chest, she saw that even John was unhappy with her, frowning at her with beady eyes as he blushed. "Are you really that worried about a cheap pair of glasses?" she thought, before playfully smacking him in the face with her right tit.

"I think with that, I can call my dare done," Sarah laughed, before hopping off John's lap. The second she was off him, her started looking for his glasses, checking the back of the couch before peeking over it. By the time she left him, he was bent over the back of the seat, his formless ass in the air as he reached for his spectacles.

Part of Sarah wanted to give him the little shove necessary to make him overbalance, sending him crashing over the couch like a loose boulder, but she decided against it. She didn't want to break her parent's floorboards, after all. Leaving him to his searching, she took up the hat form the table and returned to Matt, who couldn't help but stare at her big tits, even as he tried to act upset.

Sitting back down on him, she reached into the hat.

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