Sarah

When Miranda read the name on the paper she was so horny she briefly considered giving in to sapphic pleasure and daring Sarah to bury her red haired head between her thighs and lick her dripping wet pussy like the last ice cream in July. Sarah had always joked about wanting to lick Miranda up, sometimes going so far as to threaten to eat her out right there on the dance floor when they went out clubbing. Miranda knew it was just drunk banter and teasing but now she really wanted to see if Sarah was true to her word. However, she wasn’t **** enough to want to do it with everyone watching, at least not yet. She didn’t want rumors getting out that might get her weird looks in the locker room and encourage boys to pester her for threesomes just because they heard she’s bi. She had quite enough of that just hanging out with Sarah, sometimes with Sarah herself joining in the pestering after she pulled a new man on a night out.

"Come on Miranda, gimme something fun!" Sarah calls out suddenly, making Miranda realize that she had been silently staring at her friends chest since she drew her name. Tearing her eyes away from that busty sight she quickly tried to think of a less **** dare. "Well, I was thinking maybe I could make you shot some Tequila..." Miranda replies, running a hand through her brown hair. "Yuck!" Sarah interjects with a grimace. Miranda knew Sarah hated the taste and making her drink some was always good for a quick laugh, but instead her staring at Sarahs semi nude form gave her a better idea.

"Instead how about you let everyone do some shots off you!" She continues, the booze and her own arousal pushing her to make her dare extra naughty. "Oooh bodyshots! Great idea Miranda!" Sarah states, leaving the room in a hurry before the sound of cupboards and drawers opening frantically can be heard from the kitchen. Soon Sarah returns, a bottle of tequila in one hand and a sliced lime and salt shaker in the other. Despite Sarah hating tequila Miranda was sure she'd have the ingredients ready for it, she always had all sorts of booze in that kitchen and her parents never seemed to mind what she did with it.

With her teeth Sarah pulls the stopper out of the half empty bottle and spits it on to the table before laying back on the couch. She pours a little pool of tequila in her belly button, a brown oasis against her white skin. She then adds a dash of salt to her nipple, like she was seasoning it, before laying a slice of lime on the middle of her chest. “Who’s first?” She asks, careful not to upset her liquor arrangement as she does. “M-“ Matt tries to shout, but he’s too slow and too quiet. Instead Tom pushes in front of him, rising quickly from his seat while bellowing loudly “ME!”. Bitterly Matt sink’s back in his chair as Tom advances on Sarahs reposing body. Luxuriously he runs his tongue across her nipple before lapping the shot from her belly button like a dog, finishing it all by burying his face between Sarahs tits to take an animalistic chomp on the lime, motorboating the giggling red haired girl as he does.

With his drink finished he returns to his seat, ignoring Matts dirty look while Sarah prepares another shot. "Come on Matt, your turn." She calls out, snapping him out of his angry trance and defusing the situation. He walks to Sarah much more cautiously, his eyes slowly tracing over her body laid out before him like a feast. Kneeling down as if for prayer he opens his mouth and plants it on Sarahs salted nipple, sucking it clean as she coos in appreciation. For a little while she holds his head to her chest before she giddily pushes him back and gestures to the little well in her stomach. Again Matt plants his lips to Sarahs body and sucks, more like he was kissing her than drinking from her. Sarah laughs again, the sensation tickling her midriff. When Matt comes back up for his lime he, seemingly intentionally, pushes it up Sarahs chest to her neck, forcing him to nuzzle in close to her to bite it. Sarah rubs the back of his head before playfully pushing him back to make ready for the next person.

For some reason all eyes turn to Nicole for her to drink from Sarah next, making her blush silently beneath her binding. Nicole doesn’t exactly know how to do it anyway, regardless of the gag. Mercifully for her Sarah picks herself up off the couch and walks over to the petite blonde haired girl, putting her finger to her own lips before slipping the gag off of her. Nicole takes the hint and stays quiet as Sarah wordlessly walks her through the process. First she spoons out a small pile of salt with her little finger and gently pushes it between Nicoles soft, unresisting lips and spreading it on her tongue. Next she takes the shot glass and fills it before tipping Nicoles head back a little and gently tipping it down her throat like feeding a baby bird. Finally she takes a slice of lime in her own lips and pushes it to Nicoles, the dazed girl, still reeling from the tequila, obeys without even thinking and allows Sarah to kiss her around the sour fruit. When Sarah breaks the kiss the slice of lime drops from Nicoles lips and bounces off of Sarahs ample tits and into Nicoles lap, finally bringing her to her senses. Before she can say anything else however Sarah puts the gag back in place, leaving Nicole with a lot of new and very confusing feelings to think about during her enforced dumbness.

Throughout all of this you have been left almost completely in the dark, the only hint you have as towards what's going on is Sarahs quiet moans and the very weak sound of drinking. It's only when Sarah addresses you that you have any idea what's happening "Don’t worry John, we haven’t forgotten you." She tells you. With your eyes still covered you feel a soft hand on the back of your head. "Open." Sarah commands and you obey, sticking your tongue out a little. A small dash of salt snows down on to it. "Now stick your tongue all the way out and lean forward. Good boy". She praises you, stroking your hair as you comply and causing a slightly confusing erection. You find your tongue pressed against the softness of her body, your face penned in on both sides by what must be Sarahs big soft tits. Before you can think any further a stinging liquid flows onto your tongue. Sarah is pouring your shot between her boobs like a trickling spring between two mountains, the pale brown liquid sparkling as it flows through her snowy white cleavage. Eventually the river stops with a little *huh* from Sarah. "Open wide." She orders you, her heavenly pillows sadly withdrawing from your cheeks. Hesitantly you comply, and a slice of fruit is pressed between them, the sourness making it instantly clear that it’s from a lime.

Leaning down she plants a kiss half on the lime and half on your lips before standing up again and leaving you to spit the lime out yourself. Despite the sour taste on your lips and the burning on your tongue the most enduring feeling is still the tenderness of her lips half-pressed against your own. You're beginning to understand what Matt sees in Sarah, she was gentle and intense all at once like a riptide in a swimming pool.

With your shot administered Sarah only has one person left to complete her dare. Miranda, who was quietly the *thirstiest* out of you all. However when the buxom seductress stands before your crush she encounters something of a of a problem. "I think we're out of tequila Miranda." She explains, tipping the bottle upside down demonstratively and allowing a single brown droplet to fall to the carpet. Mirandas face fell at that news, watching everyone else lap at Sarahs body and half-kiss her tender lips had only added fuel to the fire within her, not getting to have a try herself was like closing Disneyland when she was first in line. As if Sarah could read Mirandas sadness even as she tried to hide it she unexpectedly proposed a solution

"Since I can't complete my dare right now, how about the next person I draw has to go buy a bottle of tequila so I can?" When she proposes that to the group there's a moment of hesitant silence as all eyes fall on her (except in your case, where your eyes simply go to your best guess for where Sarah is). "Oh come on, there's a corner shop just down the road that's open all night." She adds, to slightly more understanding looks. With what seems like nonverbal consent Sarah turns from the **** Miranda and grabs the hat before drawing the name of her personal shopper.