“Says who?” he said, momentarily forgetting he didn’t need to go through the charade of arguing.
“Majority rules, same as ever. Two of us, one of you, GTFO. I’m gonna go get changed, Jodes. If he tries anything, blow your rape whistle.” Jody laughed as her friend retreated back into the house.
As he paddled his floatie to the shallow end, Jody sat down on the edge and dangled her feet in. “So, before Lauren gets back… I talked to Brianne last night.” She frowned.
He drifted up alongside her, smiling confidently up at the blonde’s cherubic face. “Oh? How’s she doing?”
“Not walking right, as I hear it. Is it true?”
“Depends. She might have been exaggerating it some, ya know, bragging about her first time with a college guy.”
“Bragging about her first time with a college girl is more like it. Either way… I can’t believe she let you do that. That’s so gross.” She shuddered.
“Yeah, I bet with you guys never get tired of the front long enough to want to check out back,” he said, eyeing her chest.
“Ugh. You know, nature didn’t create those for your viewing pleasure. They make food for our young, not eye candy for horny geeks.”
“Well they seem to be doing a much better job of the second one right now, I gotta say.” And they were. Even in a bulky t-shirt, their bulge was unmistakable. Jody was short, maybe only 5′2″ or so, so those puppies covered a fairly significant portion of her total height.
“You keep this shit up and I’m going to tell your sister and your mom, you little perv.”
He just grinned. “Let me help you with that.” He whistled piercingly, and moments later Morgan scurried out, her surgically sculpted tits bobbling like crazy as she hustled towards them on the ponderous heels he’d suggested for her.
“You called… sir?” She had to fight to get the last word out. Jody arched an eyebrow.
“I was just telling Jody here what a stupendous rack she has. Would you agree?”
Morgan flushed crimson. “Oh. I, um, I don’t really, um, notice…”
“You’ve got eyes though, right? Does she or does she not have awesome boobs?”
She stuttered and stumbled until she caught him giving a meaningful look between her and the gate to the front yard. “Yes, sir,” she said finally. “She has awesome boobs.”
Jody stood upright, staring incredulously between her hostess and DJ. “What! Morgan, why are you…!”
DJ slid off the floatie and exited the pool. “We have an arrangement. Now Morgan, run along and keep Lauren busy for a while. I want some quality time with Baroness Boobage here.” Morgan curtsied—something he’d not even asked her to do, but he supposed it was a logical extension—and hurried inside.
“I don’t know what you’re using to blackmail her or whatever, but I’m getting out of here and I’m going to tell…”
He watched her think who to tell. “Who? Your mommy and daddy? The police? Lauren? Go on, I’ll let you think it over. What laws are being broken here? I just persuaded Morgan to be a better homemaker.”
“Like you persuaded Brianne to be a little butt-slut? Or like you persuaded that college slut to be your arm candy?”
“Like I’m going to persuade you to titty-fuck me, right here on the patio,” he said, advancing toward her.
She scoffed; fending off guys who were over-interested in her chest was something she had more experience in than trying to understand the sort of bizarre behavior she’d been encountering around him since his return. “Yeah right. See this?” She held out a hand knuckles-first, and he presumed he was supposed to be noticing the cheap little ring on it. “This is a purity ring, and it means you have as much of a chance of touching my breasts as I do of making the Olympic gymnastics team. Hell, my boyfriend and I have been together six months and I still haven’t let him feel them through my clothes.”
“What, you mean like this?” He took another step forward and reached out and grasped one, squeezing it firmly. It was so much softer than any he’d felt so far. Brittney’s were the second biggest, he thought, and she was a D cup; he couldn’t imagine the letter on Jody’s. They gave under the slightest pressure, like some sort of bag of pudding.
“Stop that. You don’t have my consent.”
Instead, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it off. She was wearing the same yellow floral-patterned bikini she’d worn yesterday, a heavy-duty affair that was clasped behind her neck—poor thing had its work cut out for it. It probably wasn’t new—she was bulging out of it, the frame digging in to the blonde’s smoothly tanned skin. Once it was exposed, he resumed fondling, deciding that “bag of pudding” wasn’t quite right, but still, they were uniquely squishy compared to any other tits before hers.
“I said stop.” She put her hands on her hips and eyed him imperiously.
He undid the clasp, and he could almost hear those jugs of hers sighing with relief as they surged downward, practically throwing off the suffocation of her bikini. They were too large not to hang low, but they didn’t seem saggy; rather they just looked to be in their natural position, right where God ordained for them to be as he’d had one of his great ideas. Her areolas were already protruding slightly on wide, brown nipples set against the copper of her skin. (She tanned topless evidently; oh, that lucky tanning bed!) DJ wasted not an instant before lifting one to his mouth and sucking on it, hefting the other in his spare hand.
She inhaled sharply. “Holy shit! But…” she took a few deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts through the first stimulation of what turned out to be immensely sensitive nipples. “But you have to stop.”
He shifted to the other nipple, sucking with abandon. Though he had to bend down due to her height, he lifted them as much as he could; they had to weigh a good five pounds apiece.
“Oh God,” she panted after he nibbled gently, her toes curling. “That feels so fucking… but… oh shit… you… you have to GOD DAMNIT… you have to stop, DJ…”
He stood back up and kissed her; she tolerated it but no more, right up until he took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pinched down hard. She made a noise that was half-squeal and half-scream, and then was kissing him back with a fervor. Her hands clamped down over his, holding them against her tits.
“God damnit,” she said between moans of arousal as she drifted back to lean on one of the posts on the patio for support, no longer trusting her legs to hold her up. “Why the fuck didn’t my boyfriend ever just fucking grab them like this, this is goddamn amazing.”
“Because he’s a pussy,” DJ said as he sucked as mashed her titties together, licking both nipples at the same time.
“That’s, oh shit, that’s a fucking sexist… mmmmm GOD, thing to saaaaaAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!” The word didn’t really end, just transmuting into a scream of pleasure as the first orgasm of her life hit her like a freight train. DJ kept it going as long as he could, though even when it was over, his hands never left her chest.
“That was… that was…” she tried to think of a word amazing enough to cover it.
“You got some sensitive fucking tits, Jody. I’ve never seen a girl cum just from having her titties sucked before.”
She made a sour face. “They’re ‘breasts,’ not ‘tits’ or ‘titties.’ Don’t be such a pig.”
“Whatever. I believe it’s my turn now…?” He lowered his own trunks to reveal his cock, not quite erect but showing signs of life.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”
“Stop running your mouth off and put it to good use.”
She looked around her. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to blow you right here in your backyard.”