Miranda

“Miranda,” Matt said, eyeing her with a bit of anger still leftover from his pent up frustration. Even Tom didn’t seem oblivious to it, but unlike you and Miranda he seemed rather intrigued, perhaps suspecting that he wasn’t going to be directly involved in the ****.

“What’s up?” Miranda said, smiling nervously and desperately trying to pretend she didn’t know what was about to happen.

“I dare you to put on a show. Masturbate in the center of the circle, for everyone to see – and you can’t cum. Ten minutes. If you go too easy, or if every single dick here isn’t hard as a rock, Sarah gets to help you.”

You thought it was too subtle for the others to catch, but you couldn’t exactly tell; all you knew was that by the way his eyes flicked up toward you, Matt was definitely thinking of you even if he was a little pissed. It was really a win-win-win situation; you both got to watch your girls with another woman (depending on how hard Miranda found it to get herself close when others were watching), and he got to take out some frustration and let someone else feel embarrassment (and sexual frustration for the third win) all rolled into one.

“H-hey, you can’t involve other people without their consent,” Miranda said, smiling weakly. But she was friends with Sarah, and you could see by her eyes that she had no real hope that would stop the dare.

“I totally approve. Make it a good one, Miranda, or I will,” Sarah said, giving her friend a raspberry to seal the deal.

“Fine…”

You couldn’t keep your eyes from widening a little as Miranda stood, exposing inch after inch of pale, toned flesh as she rose and her pants fell. Despite Matt’s orders, she seemed completely uninspired to put on a show; a few seconds after she began she was completely nude. You weren’t going to complain though… and judging by the reactions of almost everyone there, she’d already fulfilled the bits about every dick being rock hard.

Miranda looked nervous, but sat down eventually. You didn’t fail to notice that she was pointed toward Nicole, her legs spread. Perhaps she thought that Nicole would be the least interested, but even if you were imagining it, you kept seeing her throw glances your way, and Nicole had ended up right next to you after all the recent dares and shuffling around. You convinced yourself she was doing it intentionally.

Nobody dared say a word when she got comfortable, or when she finally reached her hand down. It was like readying yourself for the rapture as her hand gently climbed down the ivory slopes of her mound, and started to trace around the edges of her labia. The only sound that eventually emerged was a low moan, as Miranda’s fingers eventually found their way into her pussy.

Your eyes were locked on her middle finger as it repeatedly plunged in and out of her entrance, then retreated just long enough to trace her lips once more. No matter how unenthusiastic she might be, the earlier events had already set her body in motion, and now that she was actually attending to her needs, every inch of her skin was starting to glisten with her juices. While hesitant, even her conscious mind seemed to be having a much more difficult time reasoning why she shouldn’t enjoy herself.

“Sarah, get ready. Only three minutes left,” Matt said, eyeing Miranda suspiciously.

“Roger that,” Sarah said with a wink. You noticed her own hand had snaked down between her legs, but by the way she was sitting you couldn’t see anything. You focused on the show in front of you again, watching as the girl you’d been lusting after for weeks now plunged two fingers into her cunt over and over, while her free hand slowly edged toward her clit, eager to use that pleasure button to push herself ever toward the edge.

“Ohhhh…”

That single low moan was like an audible sign of Miranda’s barriers falling. Now she was fucking herself with abandon, her hips thrusting forward ever so slightly with every insertion. She seemed to have forgotten everyone was there – everyone but you, that was. Even her hips had angled in your direction, as she only barely tried to veil the fact that she was trying to turn you on more than anyone else there. Your eyes widened and your hand fell to your crotch as you started to rub, not feeling too awkward given the situation.

“Aaaaand my turn,” Sarah said, grinning evilly as she moved down and snatched Miranda’s hand away. A long moan of frustration escaped Miranda, who had clearly been closer to orgasm than anyone except Sarah could have guessed.

“Noooo,” the low tone that escaped Miranda was a strange mixture of pure rage, frustration, and utter subservience and pleading as she tried desperately to escape Sarah’s grip and continue her assaults on her own body.

“Relax… I’m going to make the last few minutes of this as pleasurable for you as they will be for the rest of us,” Sarah said, as she reached her hand forward. Unlike Miranda’s fervent assaults, each stroke of Sarah’s hands were purposeful, and guided. Rather than reaching for orgasm they strove for pleasure, trying to enrapture not only Miranda but the very captive audience around her. She didn’t have long to work her magic, but then again, it didn’t take long for Miranda to be screaming out her name, humility and shyness long forgotten in the wake of promised pleasures and forbidden desire.

“Time,” Nicole called out eventually. Despite her reservations and the fact that one of her friends and one of the girls she tended not to get along with were going at it in front of her, you could easily hear the disappointment in her voice. She wasn’t even really trying to hide it; her hand was placed between her legs, and they were clenched tight, but you could still see the circular motion of her wrist every now and then.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Despite the dare being over it seemed like Miranda had come far too close. You wondered if Sarah was giving more assistance than the dare called for, but her hands were already withdrawn, but Miranda arched her back anyway and screamed out her release.

You stared, wide-eyed, as your crush had a literally screaming orgasm directly in front of you, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat as she struggled to regain her composure. It was difficult to say how much of her redness was from her pleasure, and how much was from starting o realize what she’d just done in front of everyone.

“I’ll draw the next name for her,” Sarah said, acting completely oblivious to everyone’s stupors. She smirked as her hand dove down into the paper, fortunately(?) using the hand that she hadn’t just had knuckle-deep in Miranda’s pussy. A moment later, she pulled out a paper, and revealed…