All the boys

Sarah giggles when she reads the slip, licking an errant drip of cream from one finger. “Well boys, I hope you don’t mind sharing dessert because I drew all of you.” While she says this she lies down on her back on the table, presenting herself to you all like a tasty dish. Tom is all too eager to dig in, dropping down to his knees and positioning his head between her spread legs, licking his lips suggestively as he runs his fingers up Sarahs thighs.

You and Matt are both much slower to move, the pair of you unwilling to appear too desperate to tongue Sarah in front of the girls on your laps. “Mmm, doesn’t she look like a snack?” Miranda moans, practically vibrating in her seat. “I’m jealous I don’t get a taste.” Taking that as permission you grab her by the hips and move her to the side, her body feeling hot under your touch, with little goosebumps of exhilaration.

Meanwhile Matt is similarly deliberating his approach, except his ‘girlfriend’ is in no position to say yes or no. He gives Nicole his best puppy dog eyes whilst she silently stares him down, her gag preventing her from saying god knows what. After a little more wordlessly begging Nicole finally relents, rolling her eyes and cocking her head towards Sarahs prone body, the clearest approval she can give. Matt smiles at this and gives the blonde haired girl a kiss on the cheek, over the leather strap that digs into it. Moving Nicole aside he moves towards the Sarah sundae.

Tom had naturally taken his position between Sarahs pale, sticky thighs but you and Matt both find yourselves at a loss as to where to go. Hesitantly you kneel down at the side of her bountiful chest, the already impressive size of her bust further accentuated by the thick layer of cream topping them, making them like snow covered mountains. Matt mirrors your action on her other side, the three of you now kneeling around Sarah like slaves ready to service an Egyptian princess. “I hope you’re hungry boys.” Sarah says with a smile, placing a hand on your and Matts heads, her delicate fingers running through your hair and sending shivers down your spine. The three of you wait around her with bated breath, each of you waiting for someone else to make the first move. It’s up to Sarah to break the stalemate.

“Come on, eat me before I melt.” She groans writhing slightly on the table and pulling your head in towards her chest. With that the feeding frenzy begins. Between her long legs Tom cleans her thighs in two long thorough strokes of his tongue, making her squirm from the teasing sensation running up towards her wet nethers. Pulled forward by Sarahs desperate hands you begin work of your own, licking the cream from her big tit from the edge inward, the final flick of your tongue brushing against her nipple, erect like a bullet from a mix of arousal and the cold cream on her hot skin. As you lick it up like a greedy animal you admire how the slight salty hint of Sarahs perspiration adds to the flavor, like salted caramel. Glancing up you see Matt taking a different, more measured approach. He is slowly working his way onwards towards Sarahs nipple, licking up the cream at the edge in an ever shrinking circle with her swollen nipple in the eye of the storm. You quickly look down and refocus on your work, you don’t want to make eye contact with him and make this already strange situation anymore awkward.

While the pair of you clean her tits Tom has busied himself with the cream between her legs, her edible lingerie almost completely devoured by his tongue so now he is licking the last dregs from around her clit. Every time his tongue brushes against her sensitive button in search of cream sparks fly through her body and her long legs twitch around him, threatening to close and hold him there, licking her clit forever (or at least until she was satisfied). As you lick up the cream form Sarah sensitive tits you feel yourself becoming strangely intoxicated. Even though the tit closest to you now is almost entirely clean you feel the urge to keep going. You latch your mouth on to Sarahs nipple and suck on it, as if trying to get more cream from their. She gasps in pleasure as your three mouths move from satisfying the dare to satisfying her.

Sarahs trembling is so intense that you think she's about to cum again when you're finally stopped by a loud whack. Looking up in shock you see Nicole standing over Matt notebook raised in the air ready to deliver another slapping blow to the back of his head if he continues, like she was scolding a dog with a newspaper. "Ow, fuck." Matt exclaims, more shocked than hurt. With the three of you now looking at her your petite friend turns the note book around, using it for its intended purpose rather than as a bat. In big letters it reads 'NO CREAM=DARES OVER'. Looking down at Sarah again you see she's right, the lithe girls body is sheening with spit and sweat but there's not a trace of cream anywhere on her.

"Ohh, spoilsport." Sarah grumbles as the three mouths that had been making her feel so good pull away, leaving her on the brink of orgasm. Tom simply pushes himself up and backwards into his chair, looking completely nonplussed by the situation besides a wetness on his chin from his own slobber and Sarahs flowing juice. Turning around you're worried Miranda might be pissed like Nicole but to your relief she smiles at you, a ruddy blush in her cheeks from the show. You even swear you saw a hand retreating quickly from under her skirt. "Gimme a taste." She commands, beckoning your lips to hers with a finger. You press your lips against hers as you sit down, her tongue invading your mouth and meeting your own. "Not bad." She tells you, licking her lips as she breaks the kiss and settles down into your lap again.

While you were welcomed back with open arms Matt seems to be in the doghouse as he sheepishly retakes his seat and Nicole rather forcefully throws herself on top of him. He's lucky that Nicole is gagged otherwise she'd be giving him quite an earful. She was always fiery for someone her size. You've known Nicole so long that you can guess her complaints would amount to "You didn't have to enjoy it!", which is true. You just hope that this one little hiccup doesn't put an end to the honeymoon phase for the two of them.

Back on the table Sarah slowly sits up, rubbing her neck which was a little sore from lying on the hardwood. "Now I get to choose a boy to draw." She says teasingly as she slowly gets to her feet. "Who should it be?" As she speaks she turns her head to look at the three of you, her eyes lingering on you for a pregnant moment. To you it seems certain that she'll pick Tom in the hopes that he could do something to separate yourself from Miranda but Sarah might still surprise you. She's done it tonight already.