Nicole

John barely had time to turn the paper he had drawn over to read, before Sarah leaned over him.

"What've you drawn, John?" She asked, her long, red hair brushing against his face as she craned her neck to read the slip from above.

Unwilling to be outdone, Nicole leant across him as well. "Who is it, John?" She asked. "You can show me."

John sat back in his chair as the two drew closer, hovering over him like hungry harpies. "Ladies," he said, "listen, I. . ." As he spoke, his wide eyes darted from one girl to the other, but he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.

"Come on John, tell me!"Sarah said, splaying her fingers on his chest before sliding them up to grip his shoulders. "I have such fun ideas to share!"

"Please John," Nicole whispered at the same time, "you can trust me." She practically climbed into his lap as she spoke, crawling across him towards his hidden slip. As she moved she rested one hand on his forearm, pushing it down and away from the space between Sarah's thick thighs. Even now, she was doing everything in her power to keep the two of them apart.

Whilst the girls cornered him, John backed up until he couldn't anymore. Nicole and Sarah's very differently sized chests shoved themselves against him. Small and large boobs pushed against his chest like smothering pillows, crushing him against the couch cushions. Through it all, the girls continued begging to see what he had drawn.

“Let me see."

"Tell me."

"Show me!"

"Please!"

"Nicole!” John finally shouted, holding up the slip like a white flag of surrender. “I drew you, Nicole," he explained, breathing a sigh of relief as the two girls who had been about to squish him finally drew back. Sarah looked bitterly disappointed by what he had pulled form the hat, but Nicole was already brimming with excitement. John could dare her to finish the job and strip off the last of her clothes for him, or maybe he would ask her to kiss him, she was certainly close enough for that already, or maybe-

"And I dare you to go sit on Sarah’s lap over there," John finished his sentence, stopping Nicole's daydream dead in it's tracks as if he had just built a brick wall in front of it. Looking at him, she saw him staring warily back. Evidently, she and Sarah had taken things a little too far with how vigorously they had tried to read his slip.

A groan of disappointment that seemed to mirror Nicole's own internal feelings escaped from Sarah's lips. "Ohh, but that's boring, John," she said, rubbing his chest as if that would make him reconsider, "don't you want me to keep you warm all night?" She bounced on his lap as she spoke, making her big tits jiggle in her tight dress. Despite that, John said nothing, his eyes merely darted pointedly to the empty armchair again.

It seemed that his mind was made up.

"Pussy," Tom opined, as Sarah and Nicole began to slowly get to their feet.

"Does that mean he gets to take his hand out from Sarah's dress?" Matt asked, understandably unsure about how exactly the game rules worked now.

"I guess so," Miranda said with a shrug.

Once both she and her rival were standing again, Nicole gestured for Sarah to lead the way. The only positive thing about this dare was that Nicole was going to be on top. Sarah wasn't fat, but she was still much taller and curvier than Nicole, and she didn't much feel like getting squished beneath her bubble butt.

Sarah and Nicole awkwardly walked over to the empty chair, shooting glares at each other like naughty children both blaming the other for their punishment. Once Sarah sat down, however, her expression turned. A wicked grin was on her face as she looked up at Nicole and patted her inner thigh invitingly. Nicole was struck that she was about to take a seat in a crocodiles mouth, or in a Venus fly trap, but she had little choice.

With a final sigh of resignation, she turned around and began to lower herself towards Sarah. Before she could get very far, demanding hands seized her soft hips. In one firm tug, Nicole was pulled off balance and dragged down into Sarah's lap, like a dancer being seized by an unruly patron. She landed in Sarah's lap with a start, and before she could move, her hands began to wrap around her like twisting vines.

"John is mine," Sarah hissed into her ear, far too quietly for the others to hear, "but you can be mine too if you'd like. I think it would be hot to make you watch as I own that dick. I might even let you eat his cum out of my pussy, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

Nicole was so shocked by the unsolicited lewdness of what Sarah had just said, that she couldn't respond. She just blushed deeply while her jaw fell open in shock. Only when she felt Sarah's fingers slide over her inner thigh, and realized that she was about to slip them beneath her red panties, did she react. With a sudden gasp like waking from a deep sleep, she caught Sarah's wrist with both hands, stopping her just short of brushing against her pussy's plump folds.

Almost everyone else laughed at her naïve squeamishness, taking what Sarah was doing as just another horny joke. They laughed even harder when they saw that Sarah's other hand was already underneath Nicole's tight tee, something that Nicole only noticed when she felt two fingers firmly pinch her already hard nipple. She gasped again at the feeling, a shiver running through her body, before she shoved that hand away.

Unwilling to just sit and endure Sarah's multi pronged taunting for any longer than she had to, Nicole leaned forward and grabbed the hat for herself. She had to hold Sarah's hand in place on her pale thigh as she did it, but once the hat was on the table in front of her, she wasted no time digging in it for a name.

Sarah's plump lips came to her ear once again as she searched for a slip. Her rivals perfectly symmetrical nose pushed through her short, blonde hair, and hot breath tickled her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine. "Y'know, whatever you draw will just be our little secret. All you have to do is say you drew me, dare me to eat your worthless little pussy, and I'll give you my sloppy seconds once me and John are done. Hell, I might even let you hold his hand as I give him the best night of his life. Sound good?"

It obviously did not sound good, and Nicole refused to give Sarah's mocking suggestions the time of day, choosing instead to snatch a name from the hat without a word, before flipping it over to read.