“What? Between the trees and the privacy fence I don’t think anyone’ll see.”
She pointed to the patio door. “Oh? And what about Lauren?”
“I told Morgan to keep her busy. Quit making excuses.”
She looked down at it, his caressing of her breasts still making her smile in spite of herself. “Well, it’s just I’ve… I’ve never done it. It’s demeaning to women.”
“Oh, but it wasn’t demeaning for me to get you off.”
“Fuck you. You liked sucking on my tits—err, breasts—as much as I enjoyed it. That was reciprocal. Sucking a guy’s cock is a totally one-way street.”
“Maybe you’ll like it.”
“It’s gross. I won’t.”
“How will you know…” DJ grasped the back of her head. “… until you try?” And he pushed down until she had no choice but to wrap her lips around him.
She squealed indignantly around his dick, and tried to say something—probably more bullshit about how undignified it was to have a dick shoved into her feminist mouth—but he heard nothing. She was right about one thing—she was not experienced at it. She just sort of pursed her lips and moved up and down mechanically. There was no tongue, and worse, there was no art, no passion.
He considered giving her some pointers, but really, this was just to get him ready for the main event. “You should get on your knees, Jodes. I wanna be able to see your tits so I at least have something to look at while you try to learn what the hell you’re doing.”
She grumbled again around him, not appreciating the irony that the best part of her blowjob was the vibrations from her efforts at speaking. When she hesitated, he reached down and pinched the hell out of both nipples, at which she cried out in pain and pleasure, then slumped down to her knees. She probably even thought the way she glared at him as she kept sucking his cock was off-putting.
It wasn’t long before DJ’s cock was good and hard, Jody’s little mouth straining to keep sucking it without letting her teeth touch it. (She at least knew that much about blowjobs, thank God.) He put a stop to it with a hand on her forehead, and she let him slip out with a pop. “So what do you think? Do you like sucking cock?”
“No!” she retorted bitterly. “Did I, um, do a good job? You didn’t…”
“You were fine,” he lied, amused at how she looked relieved. “But now it’s time to fuck your tits.”
She folded her arms across her chest defiantly, a self-defeating act considering how it pressed her boobs together helpfully, and the fact that she was kneeling in front of him. “No fucking way.”
DJ frowned at her. “Damn you’re selfish. I get you off, and this is how you’re gonna be. C’mon, it’ll be fun. I’ll play with your nipples while I do it—you like that, don’t ya Jodes?” His tone was plainly condescending, but she didn’t resist as he lowered her onto her back, her pendulous titties doubling her effective height. “Besides, I got a surprise for you.”
“Surprise? What kind of surprise?” she asked nervously as he retrieved something from under one of the pool chairs and came back with his hands behind his back.
There was a sudden buzzing sound as he activated Morgan’s egg vibrator, followed by a squeal of surprised delight as he slid it into Jody (who, for all her grousing, was plenty wet to accept it). Her eyes closed and she chewed at her lower lip happily, barely even aware as DJ straddled her stomach. He squirted a healthy dollop of suntan oil, which he’d retrieved when he got the vibrator, and slathered her up, especially the central valley, then took her hands and placed them on either side of her tits, then had her push them together.
A moment later, he was fucking Jody’s tits.
She didn’t speak another word of complaint. True to his word, he continued playing with her nipples while he worked, and she responded like they were a second and third clit. DJ couldn’t tell whether each burst of screeching and moaning was an orgasm or if she was just being dramatic; he suspected the former. She was noisier titty-fucking than Brianne had been with her ass stuffed full of cock. They took turns teasing her nipples while the other held her tits together, but he never relented. Objectively, DJ supposed it didn’t feel quite as good as a nice wet pussy, but still… it was the tits he’d been dreaming about for years. He didn’t fantasize about how amazing a girl’s pussy would be; you found out what it felt like as soon as you were in it and not a moment before; a set of amazing titties, however… those were the stuff that dreams were made of.
“I’m getting close,” he warned her, not really knowing why.
“Do it—cum for me, DJ, fucking cum,” she moaned, twisting hard on her oil-slicked nipples.
Lauren opened the patio door just in time to see her loser step-brother roaring in triumph as he painted Jody’s face and tits with what looked like a solid pint of cum. Morgan was right behind her, still trying to insist to her that she was hearing things and hold her back. She joined her daughter in gaping at the sight of Jody quaking with a violent orgasm as a final spurt hit her right in her open mouth, dribbling on down her throat.
His body obstructed her view of them; oblivious to her new audience, she smiled up at him as they caught their breath. “Wow… that was actually… I can’t believe that was so fucking good.”
He stood up, and her smile of gratitude turned into a look of utter dismay as she caught sight of her best friend and her best friend’s mom looking at her. DJ offered a hand, and she took it hurriedly, then used an arm to cover up her bare chest. DJ kissed Jody on her forehead, avoiding the splotch of jizz on it. “All righty, Lauren, pool area’s all yours.” He walked past her into the house, pausing to tell Morgan to get Jody something to clean up with.
Chapter Nine
Fall break went by all too fast. Lauren had left the house altogether after Sunday afternoon’s incident at the pool, when she caught him cumming on Jody’s face after fucking her tits. She didn’t even say anything; she just went to her room, packed a bag, and drove off. Her tires left black marks on the driveway. Brianne texted him Monday morning, thanking him for letting Brittney come over and none-too-subtly intimating that she’d be happy to host her again if he wanted a day to himself. Jody texted him that evening to demand an apology; he told her he wasn’t sorry in the least, and she called him a few names. When he didn’t respond for a while, she texted that she hated to admit that it had been fun, but he was still a pig. DJ, already disinterested in her game of hard-to-get, told her if she wanted to keep talking to him he wanted a picture of her topless. She didn’t respond.
For a few days, DJ was content to lounge around the house, being waited on hand and foot by Morgan, letting Brittney suck and fuck him as he felt the urge. Which was often. She seldom initiated, but seemed perfectly happy to comply with whatever requests he made of her to dress a certain way, perform for him. He even talked her into a roleplay as a harem girl, where she devoutly and submissively threw her all into pleasing her all-powerful sultan. He began to wonder if having Morgan around was engendering that sort of fantasy—not the sort of thing he’d ever had before, but her servility, having this beautiful woman at his beck and call… It was wearing him down.
By Wednesday, he had her serving him naked from the waist up. And nearly so from the waist down. (She had balked at this command; he walked her out into the front yard and had her bend over, raised her skirt up to show her panties… that had been enough for her to know he’d do it.) Still, it was his step-mom. He couldn’t fuck her. So what if she had perfectly sculpted fake boobs. So what if sticking it to that gold-digging bitch had been a dream of his since before high school. Who cared how easy it was to picture her red glossy lips sliding up and down his shaft. That she obeyed him unquestioningly.