Matt

Under the watchful or mocking eyes of everyone still in the room, you grabbed a slip from near the bottom of the hat and brought it up to read. At your sides, Miranda and Nicole leaned in to read it too. It was an unsubtle act of potential cheating, but you didn't call them out for it. You knew that they were just looking for their own name, hoping that they could be at your mercy again. Unfortunately for the two **** sluts squeezing in close to you, you had drawn Matt.

"Hey, Matt," you got your friend's attention, "looks like you're up."

Getting his attention was the easy part, however, you didn't actually have a dare in mind for him yet. Perhaps understandably, your attention had been stolen by Miranda and Nicole for the past couple of rounds. It would take you a second to think of something reasonable for him to do.

Looking at him half-smirking at your perceived shortcoming, you briefly considered lashing out at him. Giving him an embarrassing dare would be fine payback for his mockery, but he was still your friend. You decided instead to save your **** for that asshole Tom, instead. Matt, for old times sake at least, deserved a helping hand, and Sarah needed one too.

"I think that Sarah could probably do with a little help," you said, "and I dare you to give it to her."

Matt's eyebrows shot up as he listened to his dare, a more genuine smile appearing on his face and replacing his earlier teasing one.

"Like, now? Like-like, right now?" He stuttered, not believing his ears or his luck.

"Yes now," you nod, "she needs a proper scrub, and I'm sure she won't say no to your pair of hands helping her out. Maybe you could return the favor, you know?"

Matt might have needed telling twice, but he didn't need telling a third time. Giddily, he got to his feet and followed his crush, his eyes wide with excitement. If his dick hadn't been freshly drained right down Sarah's throat, then it probably would have been jumping for joy already. He got all the way to throwing open the living room door, before Nicole stopped him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Matt?" She asked, in the same tone of voice that she always used whilst chiding one of you.

"Wha- oh, uh, th-thanks John," he stuttered. Your friend rubbed the back of his head pensively as he smiled at you for your generous dare, before he turned to leave. For now at least, it seemed that all the recent bad blood between the two of you was forgiven. Hopefully, things would still stay friendly between the two of you even after you fucked Sarah's brains out. Matt already knew that girl had a long history, what would one more notch on her very worn bedpost be?

Before you could take that fiery red haired girl for a ride, however, you wanted to hear her motor purr. Without any need to coordinate, the four of you that still remained in the living room fell silent, listening as Matt thudded down the hall towards the bathroom. It might have been voyeuristic, but you clearly all wanted to hear just how Matt got on with "helping" Sarah. It felt like listening to a sultry radio play, and just as Matt knocked on the door, you wondered if this was what porn for the blind was like.

"Come in?" Sarah answered, audibly confused. The creak of the door followed, seemingly much louder than it had been when she had opened it before. A hissing of running water, presumably from whatever tap Sarah was using to wash her face, came through the open doorway.

"Oh, hey Matt, what are you doing here?"

"I came to help you out. Maybe I could. . . give you a hand?" He replied. Even though this was real life, and Matt was playing himself, he still sounded like a lousy porn actor. Maybe there was something about being in a situation like this that just brought out the amateur dramatics in people.

"Oh, really now?" Sarah purred, immediately picking up on Matt's implication. "I don't know if I need a whole hand, but a couple of fingers would do nicely, and maybe a tongue if you're feeling really helpful."

She broke down into giggles after that, accompanied by the rustling sounds of clothing being discarded, pulled aside, or ripped off. You could guess exactly what sort of "help" Matt was giving his crush, and you knew that it wasn't the sort of stuff that would make her any cleaner.

Whilst you could guess what Matt was doing, there wasn't actually much to hear. At least, not yet. If Matt made Sarah scream, then there would be something to listen to, but until then, it seemed like you had a little free time.

"Gee, I wonder what they're doing?" You asked, doing your best to sound as clueless as possible. The sweet chime of girls laughing echoed in your ears from either side of you. Across the way, Tom barely cracked a smile.

"I'll explain it to you when you're older," Nicole stage whispered into your ear, to be met by another wave of chuckles.

"Couldn't you just show it to me now?" You asked, turning to face the petite blonde haired girl at your side. Unexpectedly being hit by such a flirtatious comment made Nicole's eyes go wide again, as she turned pink up to the tips of her ears that barely poked out of her messy, blonde, bob. Tom wasn't smiling anymore.

"I bet he regrets cumming in her mouth earlier!" Miranda laughed, loudly interrupting your and Nicole's moment.

From the sounds of mmphs and ahhs down the hall, the two of them were probably making out, or Matt had at least slipped a finger into his crush. If he wasn't knee deep in his refractory period, then Sarah might well have let him go all the way.

"Sarah's a patient woman, right?" you said sarcastically. "Maybe she'll give him a minute."

"Get down on your knees and eat my pussy, right now!" Sarah growled, her voice bouncing shamelessly down the hallway and through the living room door.

"Guess not," Miranda shrugged, giggling again.

The moaning from the bathroom got louder after that, as Matt presumably was good at what he was told to do, or Sarah faked that he was. Whichever it was, she moaned like a pornstar as Matt ate her out, finally returning the favor for the way she had deepthroated his cock and devoured his cum earlier. As time went on, Sarah's graphic moans settled into an equilibrium, and eventually just faded into background music, presenting another chance to talk.

"I think we could do with a break after this," you said, "what about you guys?"

A trio of nods met your comment.

"Yeah," Miranda sighed, "I could do with a pee break."

"Me too," you agreed, "who wants to hold it?"

Nicole and Miranda laughed again, the latter rolling her eyes and turning away.

"OMG, me!" Nicole giggled, sarcastically raising a hand. It was an out of character joke for her to make, but this was a pretty out of character evening for the lot of you. One person who didn't laugh, however was Tom. It seemed that his good mood after blowing his load all over Sarah had faded, and now he was back to being bitter towards you.

"You know the two of them are only acting like this because of your dick, right John?" He asked petulantly, folding his arms as he glared at you.

Nicole and Miranda both looked embarrassed to be called out like that, but you didn't let it get to you. Wrapping your arms around their shoulders, you smirked back at him. "I'm not complaining," you replied with a shrug, rubbing the girls shoulders warmly.

"How's it feel knowing they'd be doing the exact same thing for me, if it just so happened that I had the bigger dick?"

Your eyes narrowed. "Too bad for you, you'll never find out."

Before your argument could progress further, Sarah's moans got louder and more verbal again. "Oh my god, yes!" She screamed, "my ass, stick your tongue in my- Oh fuck! Yes! You dirty boy! Bad, bad boy! Don't stop!" The sound of palms battering against porcelain accompanied her rising wails, as Sarah apparently slapped the sink like she was begging for mercy.

Her moans only got louder after that, ascending in volume and pitch until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Part of you wondered if she knew you were listening, and that this loud show was for your benefit as much as Matt's. Whatever the cause, she kept going, throwing her voice enthusiastically as Matt ate her ass, or her pussy, or both one after the other.

Vividly, you could picture her leaning back against the sink, hold Matt's head between her legs with one hand, whilst she groped her full tits with the other. red hair would cascade over her pretty face as she bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut in pleasure.

"Oh, Matt! I-Iiiii, Iiiimmmmpphhh!" Sarah's loud and dramatic moans came to a squeaking end, as she made a noise like a wounded animal.

"Okay, Sarah's finished," Miranda commented casually.

"How do you know what Sarah sounds like when she cums?" You asked, cocking an eyebrow at your crush.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied cryptically, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of her lips as she studiously avoided looking at you.

Despite not giving you a reason to believe her, it seemed that Miranda was right. No more sounds of orgasm or wanton moaning came down the hall, only the rhythm of heavy breathing, that you had to strain your ears to hear at all. After a few seconds, the tap turned back on, a clean rush of white noise. A few seconds after that, the noise of running water stopped again, and you heard the sound of two pairs of feet stumbling unsteadily back towards you.

The two of them swung around the door arm-in-arm, with Matt partly helping to hold Sarah up. Matt looked much the same as he had when he had left, except now he was sheepishly smug. Sarah, meanwhile, looked different. Usually, she was dolled up to perfection, but now her foundation, mascara, concealer, lipstick, and blush were all washed away.

Even without her makeup, however, the natural beauty of her features shone through. Her skin tone might have been a little less even, and her lips looked a touch smaller, but she still had playful green eyes that sparkled likes jewels as she smiled at you. If anything, you thought she looked even hotter than before, although that might have been partly due to the post orgasmic glow that she seemed to radiate.

"Thanks for that, John," Sarah sighed, her voice noticeably weaker as she addressed you.

"Don't thank me," you shrugged, "Matt did the hard part."

Matt just blushed and smiled again, his own part looking a bit more hard between his legs. Clearly, the dare had been good for the both of them

"So, is it my turn to draw now?" he asked, helping Sarah into her seat like her legs were made of jelly.

"Well, about that. . . " you began.

"We were thinking that we could do with a break first, if that's alright with the two of you?"

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