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It didn't take Sarah long to draw a slip, she daren't move too slowly for fear of making a mess on her carpet with the cum starting to dribble off her face. Even through that thick, white, mask, however, the grin on her plump lips was obvious.

"Perfect, this won't take long," she said, using her thumb to halt the fall of a stray drop of jizz from her chin. Before she spoke again she absentmindedly sucked her thumb clean, as casually as if she had a splash of ketchup on her hand.

"John," she waved your slip as she spoke, "I drew you, sweetie."

Despite your newfound confidence, your still heart raced a little when she called you that, and her smiling at you from beneath a full facial was making you experience all sorts of feelings. Feelings that your cock was all too happy to broadcast to the world, as it twitched in your lap again. Just looking at it throb made Sarah's grin even broader.

"Aw, looks like someone's all excited for their dare," she teased, "that's just perfect. I've got a challenge for you, if you're up for it. If you fail, which you won't, then you'll have to put your dick away for 10 turns."

That seemed more like a punishment for the girls than for yourself, if Miranda and Nicole's pouting reactions to the possibility were anything to go by, but you didn't mention that out loud.

"What do I get if I win?" You asked. Sarah cocked an eyebrow at you.

"You don't get punished," she replied, "unless you want me to punish you, of course."

The image of Sarah chaining you to her bed and then doing God knows what to you from the back pages of the Kama Sutra for hours fills your head, causing another throb to ripple through your erect member. For some reason, Sarah really seemed happy every time she saw your dick twitch, even more happy than she had been when she'd first seen your full size.

"Alright Sarah," you gulped, "I'm in."

"Great!" She clapped her hands together, "it's not like you had a choice though. This dare is gonna be a race against time, you'll have 20 seconds after I say your dare to finish it, and if you can't do it in that time, you lose. Are you ready?"

Without knowing what the dare was, there was no way you could answer that question accurately, but still you nodded your head.

"You can do it however you want, but you have to cum."

"Cum? You mean, like-" you began to try to clarify, only for Sarah to ignore you.

"Twenty," she said, folding her arms to stare at you.

"Wait, wait! I'm just- in front of everyone?" You stuttered, all your questions fighting to come out of your mouth at once.

"Nineteen," Sarah continued, tilting her head impatiently,

Everyone was staring at you again, in a way that was much less enjoyable than when it had happened after you had first flopped out your big dick. Hesitantly, you reached down to grab your dick.

"Eighteen."

Your cheeks were burning. Vainly trying to imagine you were just in your bedroom back home, you started stroking your shaft. Some residual drool from Miranda and Nicole helped to lubricate your movements, but you still felt unbelievably awkward as you masturbated in front of everyone.

"Seventeen."

This was impossible. You had been nearly close before, when Miranda and Nicole had taken turns running their mouths over your shaft, but that was minutes ago. There was no way you'd be able to cum in 17 seconds. Not by yourself.

"Sixteen."

Your eyes flicked up, locking on to the sexy time keeper across the room. With big tits squeezed up by her arms, a pretty face framed by silky red hair, and a scandalous frosting of cum, Sarah was perfect jerk off material.

"Fifteen." She smiled as she said it this time, unashamed, and perhaps even proud, to serve as your inspiration.

Like she was trying to help you out, she puffed out her chest a little, encouraging you to focus on her deep cleavage. As you stared at the deep valley between her boobs, you imagined teasing down her low cut top and freeing up her boobs to wrap softly around your rock hard shaft.

"Fourteen."

The mental images you conjured of tittyfucking Sarah, slapping your huge erection against her worshipful face, or pinning her wrists behind her head to ravage her as you stared into her lust-crazed eyes, were helpful, but you still felt like you were an awful long way from finishing.

"Thirteen."

Glancing around for further inspiration, your eyes caught on your heavenly crush to your left. Obviously, she had figured into your masturbation fantasies before, often alongside Sarah and usually with the two of them rolling around on your bed groping and kissing each other.

"Twelve."

This time, however, you weren't just thinking about a fantasy. The words of Sarah's dare; "You can do it however you want," echoed in your head. Miranda was absentmindedly running a finger over her bottom lip when she realized you were staring at her. A moment of confusion and then a brief flash of understanding showed in her hazel eyes, before you forcibly grabbed the back of her head.

"Eleven," Sarah giggled. Either she appreciated your initiative, or this was what she had wanted you to do all along.

Like you owned her, you pushed her head into your lap, forcing her pillow-soft lips back on to the tip of your thick python. She was too taken aback to complain or protest, and soon her hot, wet, mouth wrapped around your tip again. With your right hand, you continued to stroke the bottom half of your shaft, whilst you **** your unresisting crush further down the top half with your left.

"Ten," Sarah continued counting, but her tone had changed. For the final stretch, she put on something that sounded suspiciously similar to a practiced JOI voice.

Silky soft hair caressed your palm, encouraging you to grab a fistful of it and shove it's owner further down your dick. Miranda might not have been expecting her sudden inclusion in your dare, but she played her part well. In her mouth, her tongue slid wetly against your cock, doing it's best to lap at and wrap around your sensitive cockhead, even as Miranda spluttered on your impressive length.

"Nine."

Your cock was at the back of her throat now, battering against it and making her splutter, but she still made no effort to stop you. In fact, she reached down to cup your churning balls with one hand. You had a feeling that you could have fucked her right now and she wouldn't have made any attempt to dissuade you, but nine seconds wasn't enough time for that.

"Eight."

Miranda's spit ran down your cock like wax on a burning candle. It was perfect lube for your right hand, that still pumped quickly along six inches of your cock, even as Miranda engulfed the other six. You tried to move your hand in sync with your mouth, in hopes that doing so would make you cum quicker, but the resistance of her throat meant you couldn't fuck her face as fast as you could jerk off.

"Seven."

In your haste to find something hot, tight, and wet to fuck, you had almost completely forgotten the sweet young woman on your other side. Nicole had been the first girl to ever put their lips on your massive member, she had every right to be offended that you had chosen someone else over her, but she wasn't. In fact, if what she did next was anything to go by, she was outrageously turned on.

"This is so hot," she whispered in your ear. A familiar weight landed on your chest, as Nicole leant up against you again. Soft lips brushed against your warm flushed cheek, and she murmured some more to you. "Make her **** again."

"Six."

Obliging Nicole, you pushed the sexy brown haired girl down again, making her gag around your cock's fat tip. "Mmm, I love that sound," Nicole sighed before smooching you gently on your cheek, "that's the sound of a stuck up brat getting a valuable lesson."

This apparent animosity between Nicole and Miranda was a surprise to you, but the more you thought about it, the more it fit. Nicole was and always had been a bit of a nerd, it made perfect sense that she would want to see the perfect prom queen brought down a peg. Or maybe you were just reading too much into it, and Nicole really did just want to help you out, in any way she could.

"Five."

Whatever Nicole's reasoning for helping you, it was working. Her whispered words, her delicate lips, her tight, gymnast's body, they all combined with Miranda's mouth to make your cock throb and your balls churn. Closing your eyes, you focused on fucking Miranda's face like she was a fleshlight, even bucking your hips to **** her lips further down your length.

You couldn't hear Sarah's counting anymore, Miranda's **** and Nicole's filthy whispers had drowned it out. You didn't care if she had counted to zero twenty seconds ago, you needed to cum, you needed to blast the hot load you'd built up straight down Miranda's deserving throat.

"Fuck!" you grunted, grabbing her head with both hands. With one almighty thrust of your hips, you shoved over three quarters of your dick into her mouth, forcing your tip past the barrier of her throat and halfway down her neck. Your cock exploded inside there like a firehose, blasting the biggest rope of your life down her gullet and straight into her stomach.

Even as you came, you kept moving your hips and her head, facefucking your crush more forcefully despite the exact letter of your dare being over. With throb after throb, your dick unloaded more and more pent up cum, painting your crush's insides white. Miranda spluttered as she tried but failed to keep swallowing your load, forcing her head up even as you kept cumming.

Gasping for air, she popped free of your cock, but she still held herself low enough even as she panted for you to squeeze out your final shots on to her face. Your hand went back to your cock again, stroking it's length that was now slick with spit to **** out the last of your load. Most of your cum had already been greedily drank by Miranda, so what came out now was just a few straggler ropes, but it was still enough to cover Miranda's tongue as she held her mouth open for you.

Nicole giggled through it all, resting her head on your shoulder as she watched you milk out the final drops of your jizz on to Miranda's twitching tongue. Once you were finally done, you grunted again, releasing your now limp dick and allowing it to smack against your crush's lips before falling back into your lap. Without looking at anyone else, you stroked Miranda's brown haired head, patting her like she was a good girl.

Despite not being able to speak yet, she seemed to like that. The earlier fire that had been in her had now been put out, quenched by the river of cum you had hosed her with. You almost didn't want to know if you had completed Sarah's little challenge in time. You didn't care. Looking at Miranda, drooling your cum as she stared up at you with hazy and worshipful eyes, you felt like a winner.

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