Sarah

"Sarah," Tom announced his draw. He leaned away from Matt, glancing around, clearly thinking over whether he wanted to stay in his current situation or not.

"Ah, fuck," he said, backing away from her. His cock looked painfully hard, jutting out like it was, and for a second I thought he was just going to dare her to let him fuck her.

"Sarah, I dare you to go take off Miranda's leggings and eat her out," he said.

My first thought was a sort of amazement that Tom had learned his lesson about daring people to do things to himself.

My second thought, right on the tail of the first, was a wordless, 'Uma-gaaaah?'

"Sorry, baby," Sarah said to Matt, and quickly gave the tip of his dick a kiss. She turned on her knees and started crawling like a feline towards Miranda, her body swaying and ass practically wagging.

"Aw, man, why'd you have to do that?" Matt complained to Tom.

"Fuck you, I didn't want your dick in my face anymore," Tom said. "Call it petty ****. Plus I want to see some girl on girl and Miranda's still fully clothed."

Miranda had yet to say anything, sitting next to me on the swing. Sarah crawled right up to her, spread her legs apart at the knees and sidled in between them. "Well, hello there," she said to my dick, then glanced up and winked at me. "I'd love to play, but I'm not here for you." Sarah turned back to Miranda. "Last chance to forfeit, babe," she said. "Though I have to say, I'd be a little disappointed if you did. I've always thought you'd be fun in the sack."

Miranda met Sarah's gaze and then nodded. "Do it," she said. "You better not be crap at it, though."

Sarah mocked outrage. "What? Me? How dare you, woman!" And with that, she reached up under Miranda's thigh-length dress and started peeling down her leggings.

Miranda had to raise her ass, one hand on the chain of the swing as she planted her other on my bare thigh and squeezed. She lowered again once Sarah had pulled the leggings under her ass, and Miranda leaned back.

I had a front-row seat as the leggings came down. Miranda's dress hem was riding high. First to appear was the slim line of pale, smooth skin of her hips and pubic mound between leggings and dress, followed by a small, trim tuft of dark brown muff hair, and then all at once her pussy was in view, a small cleft of flushed lips and the nubby hood of her clit. Her skin looked wonderfully smooth to the point I wanted to lean down and run my tongue along her bare thigh just to feel it.

Sarah quickly stripped the leggings down, peeling them off of Miranda's toned legs, and with the movement Miranda's thighs parted more. Her lips, flushed with arousal, were puffy and slightly separating.

"God, you're beautiful," I blurted out.

Miranda turned and kissed me on the mouth, one hand cupping my jaw. She'd kissed me before - hell, she'd given me a hickey that was even now just coming into its full bloom of bruising, but this was something else. It was like, 'Thank you' and 'I want you' at the same time.

And then, through the kiss, she tensed and sucked in a breath. I knew instinctively that Sarah must have started her task and dove between Miranda's legs.

Miranda tore away from the kiss, leaning back. "Oh, god, I take it back," she groaned. "I shouldn't have doubted you, you slut."

Sarah laughed into Miranda's pussy. The sight of her coppery red hair shifting rhythmically as she drove her mouth over Miranda again and again was almost mesmerizing. Then Sarah tilted her eyes up and looked over at me as she pressed hard, taking Miranda's entire pussy between her lips. You could only imagine she was burying her tongue as deep as she could into Miranda.
And Sarah winked at me again.

Miranda groaned into the night air once more, eyes shut as she tilted back, then reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard.

"Don't get too carried away, sis," Tiff said, seemingly unphased by seeing her sister's sapphic prowess. "Should be your turn now, right?"

Sarah slurped away from Miranda, leaving your crush's pussy glistening and wet. "Oh, right," she said and leaned back to reach into the bowl. She fished around for a second before pulling out a name and unfolding it. "Hah!" she laughed, then showed it to us. "I got Nicole again."

"What the fuck!?" Nicole said. "Is this rigged or something?"

"Just luck of the draw, girly," Sarah laughed, putting the paper back in the bowl. "Now, since you obviously didn't like using your hands, I guess I need to give you another chance. Join me down here on my knees, Nicole. Join the dark side. Come suck off John."

.....

Well, then… my brain stammered. I looked to Nicole to see what she would say.

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