The First Rule of The Afterparty is...

"The First Rule of The Afterparty is..." Sarah leaves that statement open as she watches around sort of impressed by Tom' carnage. Nicole stood still in shock with cum smeared all over her lips eager to pick a name and move on. The girl had shown a lot of potential deep-throating Tom's massive dick but was now totally exhausted deprived of any energy and self-respect, her mind in a zombie like state. Miranda on the other hand stood draped against Tom as he embraced her now taking more and more liberties with her body.

He sucked on her earlobe as he whispered sweet nothings in her ears eyeing each one of you in front of him. Sarah was already acting like his proxy and he did not want to interrupt his activities which were helping him rise back to full erection.

Miranda was also still lost in her feelings, partially conflicted. She had the most wonderful earth shattering orgasm of her life and it was all due to Tom's amazing fuck-stick. She appreciated the effort Nicole had put in but in the end it was after all Tom's dick that had made her come so hard and that too without any penetration. All the boys she had dated so far had only thought about their satisfaction trying to poke their dick in one of her holes and here was a dick which was primarily trying to please her.

Being a virgin Miranda was foreign to the act of fucking, the most she had allowed her dates was to go down on her, which all of them sucked at. This was in fact the closest she had let a dick wander around her pussy. Absentmindedly, she begins petting and soon stroking it as it stood out between her legs awarding it for a job well done.

You frown at Sarah after looking at your crush now giving a hand-job to the douchebag as he grins and enjoys the sensations of her soft hand on his hardening dick.

"The First Rule of The Afterparty is ?" you repeat her statement as a question trying to distract yourself and hopefully others with it.

"You have to Play by the Rules or You Play by No Rules." Sarah says emphasizing on the keyword 'No' as she eyes Miranda as well. Miranda continues playfully stroking Tom's dick. You're not very clear what Sarah is trying to imply. Does she mean willfully submit to Tom seduce your crush, corrupt and rob her of her innocence and see her succumb to his lust or watch your childhood friend go through another round of humiliating violation of her mind and body.

"So since Nicole did not complete her dare successfully, Tom needs to decide if she needs to re-do her dare or maybe she can trade places with Miranda. Considering Miranda came so hard she would be better off trading places. And also there needs to be a penalty. I am suggesting stripping to the same level Miranda is in now should be appropriate." Sarah continues. You cannot help but get furious looking at Sarah but the moment you realize this might finally get Miranda away from Tom you calm down.

Tom ponders on the suggested course by Sarah for a few seconds still enjoying the attention to his dick. For a second he truly looks conflicted for the first time tonight. On one hand he feels he has Miranda exactly where he'd want her but on the other there is this golden opportunity to also get the girl who hates him the most. Tom wasn't Tom just like that and setting his sights on easy targets was not how he played. If a girl had a sister, a cousin, a sister-in-law his automatic goal was to somehow convince them to have a threesome with him. Not an easy feat to achieve but this was the ultimate humiliation he could dish out to them.

Tom eyes Nicole closely sizing her up and comparing some of her features with Miranda. This could be interesting, he finally speculates. "Sounds fair to me," he yells his approval to Sarah's suggestion.

Blasting the dictum and giving a new meaning to the original phrase, a girl in hand is worth two in bed, Tom gently pulls Miranda away holding her hips. His dick-head rubbing against her slick slit sending a sudden jolt through her body. Without Tom's support Miranda slides down to the floor and kneels as she tries to regain control of her trembling body.

As Miranda looks up at Nicole who was starting with her stripping, her exhaustion combined with her **** making it all seem very slow but extremely sensual, Miranda could not help but feel envious, the seeds of jealousy being planted. And it was justified to feel jealous, Miranda had been stripped of her most cherished possession in an instance, her importance. Thoughts that she never had against Nicole started to rear their ugly head. How can a commoner peasant girl compare to the quintessential prom Queen, she thought.

Feeling totally embarrassed and humiliated as if she had lost her virtue itself she hangs her head down in shame. That's when she sees her moist panties on the floor, a naughty thought developing in the devil's quadrant in her brain. She picks them up and looks up at Tom, who was busy watching Nicole strip, his thick dick partially blocking her view. She notices in fact everyone in the room was focused on Nicole, some at her and some at her predicament. Miranda did not like that, she was the fulcrum she felt in everyone's life, Was it the blow-job Nicole gave, clouding Tom's thoughts that he does not notice me anymore ? she contemplated.

The sown seeds by now had fully grown into poison ivy shrubs. The hedgerow of jealousy obfuscating her judgement and corrupting her mind, making it work in a different direction, I need to show Tom I'm not just the prom Queen but also...