John

You're bisexual.

You've known this for a long time. From your youth you've known you liked boys and girls, and you know you have a minor crush on Miranda.

So are you dying when the bottle lands on you?

Yeah.

Youre fucking dying.

You have **** other than a forfeit for this round since the girls decided to break the rules for what was clearly their fun. You're pretty sure you dont WANT a forfeit given how drunk the girls are and how your friends are just. . . letting things happen. God knows what would happen if you chose said forfeit.

But you have absolutely no idea how to eat a anyone out, as much as you hate to admit. . .but here you are, pulling Miranda's damp panties down her legs. You manage to pull one leg out of the hole before Nicole grabs you by the back of your head and smashes you face against Miranda's leaking pussy.

The smell of her is so sweet and so strong as it smears against your face. You let out an involuntary moan, breaking hotly on her folds, which in turn makes her whimper. Nicole rubs your face against the wet folds with a grin on her face.

"Make it good for her, whore. Our slut deserves the best." Two things hit you at once. One, Miranda, Nicole and Sarah apparently have a thing together. Two, you . . . you moaned at the insult thrown at you. Did . . . Did you have some sort of humiliation kink? You honestly hoped that no one noticed that.

"Oh fuck! Did you hear that bitch?! He fucking moaned when you called him a whore!" Sarah cackles, slapping her hand against your ass. You quiver under her touch, genuinely a taken back by how your body is reacting.

"D-Damn . . . I-I didn't think he liked that kind of stuff. . ." Tom mumbles. Your cheeks burn an even deeper shade of red as Matt hummed in agreement. You sheepishly look up at Miranda's face from between her legs, searching for permission to do this.

"C-Cmon. . . don't leave a pretty girl waiting all night. . ." She pants. She then eagerly grinds her hips forward, rubbing against your face. You sheepishly glance down as she rests her legs on your shoulders and then, lean forward to press your lips against her moist folds. Slowly, you travel upwards to the clit as you've been told that's what really stimulates them, not the size -- unless they had a kink for that. . .

You're trembling as you're so nervous to even be in the situation and filled with the desire to do a good job nonetheless. Making your way to the bud you give it an awkward kiss, getting a soft sigh out of Miranda before licking over and over again, saliva dribbling down your chin with how messy you are in your attempts. Despite the mess, she's sighing and moaning in content.

And suddenly, her moans come out louder and more frequently than before, you hesitantly look up -- catching the look of utter ecstasy on her face as Nicole and Sarah take a nipple in their mouths, sucking, licking and tugging to drive her over the edge.

"C-Close. . . ! I'm close . . .!" Miranda's legs suddenly tighten around your neck, pulling your closer in order to put more **** into your actions. A muffled sound of surprise comes out of your mouth, which is pressed directly against her clit. The vibrations made in return have her moaning and trying to grind against your face. "M-Master. . . let me cum. . .P-Please!" She begs.

"What do you think, Nicole?" Sarah teases.

"Let her squirt all over that whore's face. . ." Nicole smirks. With the permission of her partners, Miranda's legs clamp around your head like a vice, effectively trapping you in place as she finally cums with a shout. As they anticipated, her sweet juices spill forth, hitting your face and spilling into your mouth. It tastes so good but you also. . . you feel dirty in a way. . . not dirty or disgusting, but more like in a taboo sort of way.

You ate out one of your crushes in front of two others, while said crush's partners insulted you with humiliating terms and you were spanked at one point but you. . . you liked it? You're not given much more time to think about it as the bottle is rolled over to you and all eyes are on you.