John

Miranda turned back and smirked at me with a raised eyebrow. "John," she said, then put the paper back in the bowl. She stepped forward, pacing in front of me and tapping her lips with her finger as she played up thinking through her dare.

The fact that in the background Tom was still eating Sarah's ass made the whole thing surreal. It was at that moment I realized that the position was also revealing Tom's ass and dangling sack in our direction, and I was jarred as I tried to focus back on my crush.

The brunette eyed me up and down, and as she made her few steps of pacing she glanced over at Nicole and a small smile curled Miranda's lips. "I've got it." She turned back, hands on her hips as she smiled at me. "John, did you actually open the picture Nicole sent you?"

"Um...," I hesitated. "Well, not really. I saw the preview-"

"I knew it," Miranda grinned. "Of course you didn't. Because, John, you're a good guy. You're always the good guy, waiting to help out whoever needs it. Being polite, and respecting privacy. Well, John, I dare you to open up the photo on your phone and look at how sexy Nicole is, and while you're taking that in you need to jack off to it right in front of her. Slowly, so you can appreciate every pixel."

"God damn it," Nicole muttered. She was flushing red from her cheeks, down her neck to her chest. She had one hand pressed to her forehead in an embarrassed facepalm, and the other was in her lap as she pressed her jean-clad legs together and her knees bounced nervously. The thing was, I also thought maybe... no... well, maybe it was possible her little pink nipples were harder than they were before, poking out on her wonderful little palmful tits.

Miranda sat back down on the bench next to you, sitting forward with a perky grin. "Well, come on," she said.

I took a breath. "Yep, OK." I hesitated.

"Come on, John," Miranda nudged me. "Picture, dick, hand. Learn to take a hint." Her tongue touched her bottom lip excitedly.

God, she's hot. And hot for me!?

Another breath and you picked up my phone from beside the swing bench. And opened it up, looking down at that picture preview again. Nicole, my best friend, looking over her topless shoulder at me with that ridiculous tongue-out expression. I glanced up from the phone at Nicole, and her eyes were trained on me as she now held a hand over her mouth and the other pressed across her stomach. She was still flushed, eyes full of nerves. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to breathe deep.

I opened the picture message properly and looked down.

Nicole wasn't just topless. She was also bending over the counter of the kitchen, pushing her ass out to the camera. Her tight jeans were pulled down to her knees, her panties down around her skinny thighs, and she had a hand pulling one of her tight little butt cheeks to the side. Revealing, in high definition, her knotted little butt hole and her plump little pussy lips.

"Whoa," I exhaled.

"Hot, right?" Miranda whispered to me. She was leaning in, looking over my shoulder, and I could feel her breath on my ear. "You should see the one I took after that."

Eyes fixed on the picture, I adjusted my weight on the swing bench and held my cock through my boxers for a moment. Nicole was spread open like a pornstar. My Nicole sent me this picture. Showing me everything. She looked amazing, and delicious, and utterly fuckable.

"Take it out," Miranda whispered.

I glanced back over to the others - Tom still eating Sarah's ass, who was sitting astride Matt and had her tits in his face as she was slowly grinding on his erection in his boxers. Both Sarah and Matt were glancing back over to you, keeping an eye on the action.

Another glance at Nicole and she was leaning forward on her chair now. "Just hurry up and get it done," she said nervously.

Blinking, trying to clear my head, I reached through the front hole of my boxers and pulled out my dick. It was hard as a rock and stood proudly once freed.

"Nice," Miranda said. She leaned in further, her chest pressing against my bare arm, and she took my free hand and wrapped it around my cock. I automatically started stroking and looked back at the picture on my phone. God, she's hot, Ithought. How had I never realized how beautifully put together Nicole was? Her tight little frame, her expressive eyes.

Thinking about her like this felt weird, but also... natural. I glanced back at her again from the phone. She was still flush, biting her bottom lip. Clearly embarrassed. But also with her eyes locked on my dick in my hand.

"Is this weird?" I asked her.

She looked up to meet your eyes and hers widened. "No," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is totally normal. Jeez, John, of course it's fucking weird! But..." one of her hands absently grabbed at a breast, squeezing lightly. "But it's the game. And- well, it's fucking hot, too."

Miranda stood from the bench, setting me wobbling for a moment as the chains for the swing rattled, and she came back with the bowl. "Your pick," she said.

I stopped stroking myself for a moment, and as I reached into the bowl Miranda took my cock in hand and gave it a few strokes herself. She grinned and winked at me as she did it, and the feeling of her hand sent a chill up my spine.

"I picked-"

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