Tom

Straightening up over Nicole Miranda reads the paper quickly before leaning forward and dropping the hat back on the table. Mischief alights in her eyes as she straightens up again, whatever she has drawn clearly giving her instant inspiration. "I drew you Tom." She announces, shaking Nicole off her leg as she does. She says his name with a joy that would have seriously worried you half an hour ago, the idea that your crush would be in any way happy about associating with that douchebag would have made you nervous, but now you hardly care. She's not your girlfriend, if she wants to play around with Tom you can't stop her. "Tom, I dare you to bring that dick over here and bury it in Nicole's throat." You almost get whiplash from her words, jumping from chill apathy to a jealous anger with a sickening lurch. You're not the only one who's surprised. Nicole's eyes go wide and she looks like if she was in a state to complain she would, even Tom seems taken aback.

"What? When we were dancing before you said you had to put your dick in something hot and wet every 8 hours, or you'd die. This should do it, right?" Miranda asks, sarcastically using his own incredibly lame pickup line against him. "Not what I had in mind, but I'll take it." Tom shrugs, getting to his feet. "So long as the little bitch doesn't try to bite it off." He adds as he walks towards the still kneeling Nicole. The way Tom talks pisses you off but you're still too thrown off by the unexpected chain of events to say anything to shut him up. Turning to Miranda for an explanation you're surprised to find her sitting down heavily beside you, her legs wrapping around yours and her beautiful face less than an inch from your own. "This seats not taken, is it?" She asks, pouting her lips innocently and cocking her head. "Good." She adds when you don't say anything, taking your shocked silence for an answer. Your silence continues when she wraps her soft hand most of the way around the base of your thick shaft and your words die in your throat again.

Meanwhile, Nicole is having her own surprising encounter involving a dick. Nicole glares at Tom as he approaches but her eyes go wide when he shoves his cock in front of them and she remembers that he’s just as hung as you. “I fucking knew you’d like the look of that slut” He told her, resting a hand on her blonde haired head. Hearing that Nicole went back to glaring at him, but now with a noticeable blush in her cheek and a subconscious pout to her lips. When he pushes his fat cockhead towards her lips Nicole immediately parts them and licks it, her pink tongue wetting the underside from left to right. “Look at you, getting to work without even being told.” Tom barks a laugh. “I knew you were a horny little bitch after all.” Nicole glowers at him again and opens her mouth wide to clamp on to his thick cock, moving like she was about to bite him but landing much more softly. Her pretty pink lips form a tight seal around his thick member, struggling to take anymore in. It seems Nicole has accepted that Tom is going to spend the dare running his mouth so she may as well get on with it and ignore him.

Still resting his hand on her head Tom lets out an obnoxious groan as Nicole struggles to **** his thick cock into her mouth. Fortunately for her she's already managed to get her lips around the widest part of his cock, his slick dickhead, but she still has several inches of almost-as-thick dick before her. Closing her eyes Nicole rams her head forward, like she was trying to spear herself on his solid erection, only to **** as he bashes against the back of her throat. With shaking hands she takes hold of his belt and tries again, skullfucking herself on his huge cock with only tears in her eyes to show for it. You're concerned for Nicole, your poor friend is practically **** herself on Tom's dick, but Tom shows her only scorn. "What's the matter little girl?" He teases her. "Too much man for you to handle? Why don't you plead for mercy from Miranda, maybe she'll let me turn you around and bury my dick somewhere else."

Hearing your crushes name you turn towards her, hoping that she might show some mercy on your friend (although obviously not in the way Tom was asking for.) Instead she surprises you with her face less than an inch from yours again, her hot breath tickling your neck. "I bet I could do better than that on your dick John." She breathes, her words trickling into your ear like honey. As she speaks her hand begins to move on your hard cock, jerking you off at a teasing place. "But Miranda, ah, I don't know if Nicole can, hah, can finish this dare." You **** out while a sloppy Nicole tries and fails to **** herself down Tom's cock. "Her loss." Miranda shrugs, jerking you off faster and resting her head on your chest, making it even more difficult for you to speak up.

Fortunately, you're not the only person concerned for Nicole's throat's wellbeing. "Babe, you've got to move closer and lower yourself, the way you're trying to do it Tom's just hitting the back of your throat anyway." Sarah explains, sitting up in her seat to give your naïve friend a lesson in dick sucking. Nicole blearily pulls herself off of Tom to listen, his thick cock still connected to her panting lips by her own sticky drool. "You need to tilt your head back so that it makes as straight a line as possible from your mouth to your throat, like this." Sarah demonstrates by tilting her head back and tracing a finger along the side of her face from her lips down her neck in a mostly straight line. "If your gag reflex is too strong to get him down at all, squeeze your thumbs in your fists like this," she holds up her balled hands, "I don't know why, but it works." Nicole nods seriously at this advice, always the good student even when she's learning how best to not **** on fat cock.

As Nicole scooches closer to Tom, ready to put her knowledge to use, Sarah gives her one last piece of advice. "Remember, when he's in your mouth you can breathe through your nose, but once he's in your throat you can't breathe at all. When you're deepthroating either take a deep breath or come up for air. Don't pass out sucking cock, I really don't want to explain that to the paramedic." Nicole smiles and nods at that last piece of advice before returning her attention to Tom."I hope you were paying attention because I've still got a lot of dick to put-" Tom begins taunting her, only to be cut off as she pulls his dick down to her lips and begins to envelop it once more. Now Nicole is much closer to Tom, with her legs splayed as she kneels so she's lower down, meaning she has to pull his cock down so it forms a diagonal line from his hips to her lips.

With this new angle of approach Nicole is able to easily get back to where she left off on Tom's dick, her lips halfway along his shaft. Now equipped with Sarah's lessons, this time when she feels him hit the back of her throat she balls her fists and forces him in deeper, the fat mushroom of his tip invading her throat. Pulling back Nicole inhales deeply through her nose and tries again, this time taking more than just his tip down her gullet. As she pushes forward, inch by agonizing inch, you see a bulge moving down her neck as Tom's cock stretches her throat to it's limit. The silhouette of Tom's dick creeps further and further down Nicole's pale neck as her lips move further up his manhood, until just over an inch of his shaft is still untouched by her mouth.

When she runs out of air again Nicole pulls back with a splutter, Tom's hard cock popping free from her lips as she catches her breath. Panting deeply Nicole prepares herself for the final plunge, taking in the last remainder of his dick. With a final deep breath she takes him back in, his dick quickly sinking back into the tight embrace of her throat up to the same depth it had reached before, when Tom's strong hands on her head stop her. "Nicole, I think you're forgetting something." He literally talks down to her, staring into her watery blue eyes that look up at him in confusion.

"This isn't your dare." He explains, patting her head condescendingly. "It's mine!" Saying that he suddenly uses both hands on her skull to **** himself down her throat, his cock ramming itself home. Despite his rude forcefulness it's really Sarah's lessons and Nicole's positioning that make it possible for his cock to reach as deep as it does. Still Nicole chokes indignantly on Tom's hard cock as she suddenly finds her nose buried in his short shaved pubes. You're about to get up to intervene when Miranda shifts more of her weight on to you, her breasts wrapping softly around your arm as her lips brush against her earlobe. "Come on John, it's just part of the game," she purrs, "besides, it's not like she's your girlfriend or anything."

"She's right." You think as you exhale and sink uneasily back on to the couch. Nicole's a big girl, she can take it. Looking at it, she's not even fighting back. Her hands grasp tightly to his belt but she's not pushing him away, instead she glares up at him through tears as if to say "Is that all you got?" Thinking about it more you realize that Tom is only doing his dare, and if anyone's to blame for Nicoles position, it's Miranda. You go to turn a cold eye toward the pretty vixen clinging on to your shoulder only to be caught off guard by her perfect lips kissing up your jawline. "You're so cute when you're mad." She giggles, before resting her head on your shoulder, masterfully confusing you into silence again.

Meanwhile, Tom continues to take liberties with your friends tight throat. Holding himself deep inside her he pushes her blonde locks of hair out of her eyes and makes her look up at him. She can barely focus on his face with tears seeping down her cheeks whilst Tom glares down at her in triumph. "I bet you didn't think you'd be **** on my cock tonight, huh bitch?" He growls, using a hand on the back of her head to keep his fat cock lodged in her throat. Nicole can only gag and splutter around the manhood that stuffs her mouth until Tom mercifully pulls back.

When Tom's cock slips from her lips and Nicole pants desperately you breathe a sigh of relief. Tom's dare was over, and he hadn't suffocated Nicole with his cock. Before you or Nicole can breathe too much however Tom grabs her by the head again and returns his cock to it's tight sheathe. Nicole's eyes go wide as her ragged breathing is cut off by Tom's thick cock again, as it makes a return march part way down her throat. Once he's almost all the way down again he pauses and looks around to make sure everyone's looking, as if anyone would be looking anywhere else.

"Hey guys, what did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?" Tom asks, before thrusting his hips sharply forward. "Glurck!" Nicole chokes loudly, providing the punchline and making Sarah and Miranda giggle. Even Matt cracks a wry smile that he tries to hide from you. Only you glare at Tom, but he doesn't see or care. His attention is entirely on your innocent friend and her throat that wraps tightly around his cock like a velvet glove. Using his hands on her head again he begins to pump his cock faster and faster into her mouth, ignoring her noises of protest or discomfort.

Tom uses your friends innocent face like his own personal fuck hole, slobber and drool spilling from her mouth and down her chin as he facefucks her. You're about to get up and say something again, Miranda's honeyed words be damned, until Tom suddenly hilts himself completely. "Ah, fuck!" He groans loudly, his hips shuddering and his balls contract against Nicole's chin as he clearly empties them down her throat. With a few small, final thrusts, Tom pulls back completely this time. His limp cock falls wetly from Nicole's poor lips as she splutters and gasps for air again, stroking her battered throat with one hand as she does.

For a moment Nicole just kneels on the floor and takes deep shuddering breaths, wiping tears from her eyes with her face downturned in such a way that you worry that she's really upset. "The dare didn’t say you were meant to cum you jerk!"Nicole finally chokes out, turning her tear-stained but still defiant face up toward Tom. "You got to cum, why shouldn’t I?" He shoots back with a shrug.

"Huh, I should have known you were a quick shot, all talk, loser."

"Oh yeah, how’s my cum taste?"

"I didn’t taste it, you overshot my tongue dumbass." Nicole's last reply is weak but that brief flurry of bickering confirms to you that she's fine. The end result is still the same though, Tom got to cum down her throat, a fact he is smugly aware of.

"Pfft, if you’re gone act like you hated it maybe close your legs so we can’t all see how wet you are." Tom delivers the final word, stepping away to retrieve the hat. Nicole glances down and seems surprised at her own wetness, her pussy is so soaked that a couple of drops have even fallen to Sarah's carpet. Rather than try to argue with Tom that it’s just an after effect of Miranda's actions, or an involuntary response that has nothing to do with how she really feels, Nicole blushes silently and readjusts so she's sitting instead of kneeling. Still with her head down she focuses on twiddling with her trapped shoe again. It seems she’s using that Gordian knot as an excuse to avoid looking at anyone else, but you wish she would look at you so you can know she’s really okay.

Finally, after what seems like ages since she first got tangled up, she liberates both her feet from her jeans. When she looks around at you you’re pleased to see that instead of looking traumatized she instead has that stubborn look of wounded pride you often see her sport after verbally sparring with Tom. Her look quickly sours, however, when she sees who you’re sat with.

Nicole's eyes finally refocus on you, or more accurately, on your cock wrapped up in Miranda's hand. A distinctly cold glint enters her eye as her eyebrows twitch downward, despite a clear effort to remain straight faced. Blushing yourself, you realize how this must look to Nicole. You consider arguing that she also spent some time getting hands on with the opposite sex but you really doubt she would appreciate it. Nicole takes a seat on your unoccupied flank in a huff, her old position on your left having been usurped by Miranda. Her hand wraps tightly around your cock right above Miranda's, like another step up on the totem pole. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) the girls don’t fight for space on your dick by trying to push the others hand away, instead they both idly squeeze at you while making icy eye contact. You never thought you’d feel uncomfortable with two pretty girls touching your dick, but in the middle of their crackling energy you certainly feel awkward.

Meanwhile Tom has taken up the hat and sat down again, apparently not yet noticing or caring about Miranda's absence. With a sigh of contentment from just getting his rocks off he leans back comfortably and draws a name.