“Please! Oh fuck PLEASE let me lick you! Oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK! Please just let me eat Brittney out, I’ll lick your cock too, I’ll be such a good cock-licker DJ, just let me, please, I’m begging you to just please let me put my mouth on your cock, let me at that pussy OH FUCK oh PLEASE!” she shrieked.
“Good slut. Get to work,” DJ said, and she leapt to her task.
It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d had a lot of sex in the past week, but Brittney’s tight little pussy was one of the best he’d felt, and having Brianne’s enthusiastic tongue there to lick it with every thrust in and out was the icing on the cake. She was no longer acting at this point, no longer seeming to care what she licked; she was finally eating a girl out, like she’d masturbated to for so many long nights, and she was beyond caring whether or not a fat cock was plugging that girl’s cunt.
It was a Herculean effort that stopped him from cumming in Brittney, or perhaps as satisfyingly, all over Brianne’s face. Still, he made sure Brittney—whose pleasure seemed to be amplified by Brianne’s tongue just as much or more than his own—got a few orgasms in before he could make himself pull out. Brianne dragged out her third orgasm for a good twenty seconds longer before Brittney’s squeals of bliss died down. He leaned down to kiss her, whispering “good girl” into her ear. As ever, she beamed at his kindness.
“Now, Brianne—looks like we still need to take care of the two of us, don’t we,” DJ said, towering over her, still on hands and knees and kissing Brittney’s inner thighs, licking at the juices leaking from her pussy.
“Um, Brittney can take care of us, if that’s cool with her,” she said, eyeing his cock nervously. It was bouncing up and down with his heartbeat. He smiled at how Brianne didn’t even direct the query to the girl, it having been made plain that DJ dictated Brittney’s willingness to participate. And he did just that, ordering Brittney to lay down on her back; she groaned a little at the feeling of closing her legs after having spread them so wide for so long.
“All right, Brianne, now you straddle her face,” he said; this time, she was only too happy to obey. She spread her legs wide enough that at her full height, she could still feel Brittney’s little button nose on her slit. Still, Brittney did nothing. DJ hadn’t said to, and she apparently saw no point to eating pussy unless it was to make him happy.
“Now here’s my offer to you, Brianne. I’ll have Brittney here chow that box of yours to your heart’s content. All you need to do in exchange,” he said, smiling somewhat sinisterly, “is let me fuck your ass.”
“Let you…! No fucking way! C’mon DJ, be reasonable. I bet Brittney would let you—she’s obviously crazy about you. And her butt’s way sexier than mine. No. Please DJ, don’t make me…” She frowned.
“Lick her a little, babe,” DJ commanded Brittney. Brianne’s eyes widened, then closed in rapture. He could well imagine that in an objective sense, Brittney wasn’t an amazing pussy-licker; still, Brianne’s pussy just wanted a tongue, and it wasn’t a very critical judge. Even an amateur effort—especially Brittney’s sincerely motivated one—was plenty to get her going.
“She’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?” DJ said, straddling Brittney’s chest and reaching out to pinch Brianne’s tiny nipples. She was too busy moaning to even pout. “She’s a gem. And she’ll keep doing this all day if I ask her to. All you have to do…” he paused, reaching around to grip Brianne’s taut ass, “is say please.”
“Please,” she moaned instantly. “Please have her keep… holy shit…” she trailed off, rocking softly on Brittney’s mouth.
“That’s not what you need to ask for, dumb-dumb. Brittney, that’s enough for now.” Brittney stopped, and Brianne nearly screamed in frustration, only stopping herself in order to not give him the pleasure. Her hips humped her pussy against the blonde’s face for a moment until she realized what she was doing.
It was quiet while she grappled with the question, whether it was worth it. He gave her a minute, waiting until he was pretty sure he was beginning to see her resolve crack to give her a push. “If you say yes, I’ll loan you Brittney for a night this week—to do whatever you want with her, all night.”
Brianne looked down at where the blonde’s bubble-shaped tits jutted out between them. “Just Brittney? Not you too?”
DJ nodded, helping himself to a firm squeeze of her ass.
“Fine,” she said. She watched in agony as he excused himself to a drawer where he’d found some of Morgan’s lube, then came back over and had Brianne slather it on him.
“Be thorough,” he chided. “It’s your ass on the line, after all.” And she was. All the while, Brittney lay patiently, her face mostly-buried under Brianne’s soaking wet pussy.
Once his cock was good and lubricated, he moved around behind her. “When I say go, Brit, you start licking her and don’t stop until I say to, right? You’re being so amazing.” Whatever she said in response was too muffled by Brianne’s crotch to be made out.
Seconds ticked by. “C’mon, what the hell are you waiting for?” Brianne whined.
“You forgot so soon?”
Brianne sighed. “DJ? Would you fuck my butt?”
A sharp slap made her hiss, and Brittney giggled. She talked louder this time, so they could understand her. “You forgot to say please, silly girl.”
The swimmer’s toned shoulders slumped in defeat. When she spoke, it was full of enthusiasm; in that moment she was a better fit for the drama club than the swim team. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me in the ass, DJ?”
He leaned into her ear, and whispered his response. “Gladly.”
It took a moment to get inside her, even with the lube; Brianne grunted and moaned with the sensation in her butt, immeasurably grateful that he had thought to use the lube. She had little perspective on cock size, having only seen them in a porno she watched once with some friends to giggle at. Still, from how incredibly full he felt, she felt like she was being fucked by a horse. Except it wasn’t anything of the sort; it was her friend Lauren’s dork of a step-brother, taking her ass’s virginity.
Her last thought before her mind became too overwhelmed by pleasure to develop any was to be grateful he ordered Brittney to start licking before he could see how incredible it felt.
Some time later—she couldn’t really say how long—DJ guided her to the master bathroom and instructed her to clean his cock. He stopped her before she could get it in her mouth, turning her chin to look at the sink. She blushed as she proceeded to wash him, and deeper as he had to remind her to clean up the trail of his jizz as it was running out of her ass and between her legs. By the time he asked her what night she wanted Brittney over, she had mostly recovered, and said she had to check her calendar first and would get back to him.
Brittney traded places with them to go clean off her face while she got dressed again her swimsuit. DJ didn’t bother with clothes. “Now remember, what’s the last thing you need to do to make good on your promise?” DJ asked.
“Oh come on! You really want me to tell your sister I let you have your way with me?”
“No, I expect you to tell her AND Jody that you begged me to fuck your ass, and that you loved it, and that it was the best sexual experience of your life.”
She paled. “No. Come on, I can’t…”
“Simple choice, Brianne. Do it, and you get a free night with the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he smiled at Brittney as she toweled off her face, and she returned it twofold. “Or don’t, and you never get to touch her again, and I’ll post the video I just took of it to the web and make sure word of it leaks out.” He lifted an article of Morgan’s clothing that had been concealing his cell phone, the camera pointed right at the bed.