I am going to murder these bitches. “Taylortits.”
They laughed to hear her say it. “Taylortits what?”
“Taylortits… is sorry.”
Kylee tweaked Taylor’s nipple, hard. “C’mon, do it better. You like totally don’t sound nearly stupid enough, Taylortits.”
Taylor thought of the homecoming game her sophomore year; the team lost by forty points, it was forty-some degrees and rainy, and she’d caught her boyfriend cheating on her the day before.
Even then, keeping a smile on her face had been easier.
Her voice raised an octave and a half, and she forced her eyes open wider and showed as many teeth as she could. “Like, O-M-G Taylortits is for sure super seriously sorry! Taylortits forgot she needs to be a good girl!”
There was a long wait as Lauren, Evelyn and Kylee struggled to recover from their gales of laughter. DJ, however, barely chuckled. He just looked at Lauren with a predatory gleam. Great, he gets off on this shit. Even the other two topless cheerleaders didn’t get a glance.
“All right, all right,” Evelyn managed eventually. “Now, ah, Taylortits, I think DJ was about to check you to see if you’re ready.”
Mother fuckers. “Oh yeah! Taylortits slippery wet cunt is, like, always ready for cock! Here, see?” She took Evelyn’s hand and touched it to her labia—which were indeed still wet from the full-titty tongue bath. She meant it to make Evelyn uncomfortable, but the pink-haired girl just grinned and slid a couple fingers in, probing inside of her. Taylor gasped in surprise (and maybe a little excitement) as she was fingered by her squadmate.
“I think she feels nice and ready. Kylee, you wanna double-check for me?” Kylee was happy to, circling behind Taylor and slipping a finger in alongside Evelyn’s. Taylor’s eyes closed at the intimate sensation, the other girls’ bare tits pressed against her front and back.
It felt so good she was actually a little upset when they pulled out. “She’s ready for you,” Kylee confirmed to DJ.
“Let her clean your fingers off,” Lauren said.
Evelyn, then Kylee, stuck their sticky wet fingers out in front of her mouth, and Taylor sucked them clean. She’d never tasted her own juices before, and this venue didn’t endear the flavor to her.
At Lauren’s urging, she made a show of it; while she did so, DJ casually removed his clothes. He was already fully erect, and she was frankly pretty shocked to see the quality of gear her squadmate’s otherwise geekishly forgettable brother was packing. Maybe this orgy wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Taylor hooked her thumbs in her waistband and prepared to shed her skirt when DJ stopped her with a firm hand. “Leave it on. How else would I know I’m fucking a cheerleader?”
“You got it, sexy,” she chirped. “Taylortits will dress however you want.”
“Good girl,” Evelyn chimed in approvingly. “Now get down on your knees.”
Cognizant of Lauren’s threat looming—and not wanting to be rude to DJ—she obeyed. He didn’t hesitate a moment before basically stabbing the thing into her mouth even as she was opening it, and moments later, she was gagging on it, coughing around the blockage in her throat.
Kylee squatted down beside her and twisted one of Taylor’s nipples again. “Like, less coughing more sucking, dumb-dumb,” she said, tittering happily at having a chance to mock someone else the way she herself was often teased. (Except I’m not an actual dumb-dumb, you stupid bitch.)
DJ grabbed the top of the Latina’s head and tilted it to look up at him. “If you’re going to be down there, be a dear and help out, Kylee.”
Taylor wanted to smirk. She’d heard Kylee go on more than once about how she hated sucking cock and wouldn’t do it if her life depended on it, yet here she was faced with the one guy she’d have to tolerate it from.
Alas, it was hard to smirk with a dick buried to the hilt in your mouth.
Taylor pulled back and started running her lips and tongue up one side of the shaft; Kylee took the hint and did the same with the other. They playfully fought for who could get it in their mouth, gently shoving one another away and taking lead. Shoving soon became groping and fondling, both keenly aware that they were expected to turn this into an orgy, and what kind of orgy didn’t have hot lesbians feeling one another up?
Kylee was definitely having a hard time feigning enjoyment though; her face definitely showed her displeasure pretty keenly. DJ didn’t seem to care though. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Kylee, seeing that pretty little face of yours on my dick. You belong down there on your knees, right alongside Taylor,” he said, grunting and pumping into her mouth. Taylor, neglected, tongued his balls. She didn’t care for blowjobs either, though she did what she had to for a guy, and here, it was clear what the expectations were.
Evelyn, who had been sitting on nearby bench with a hand shoved down the front of her panties to amuse herself while she watched, eventually drew a bit of his attention. “Ev, go eat out Lauren,” he ordered off-handedly.
“DJ!” his step-sister squeaked. As if that fucking cunt has room to be embarrassed.
“You lost the bet. Now get your panties off and play along, before I decide to have you and Taylor switch jobs.” Taylor perked up at that, praying silently for such a reversal of fortune. There was no such luck, however; Lauren set down the phone—in a position where it could keep recording—and shed her little panties. Evelyn was eating her out moments later.
Things accelerated from there. The sounds of Lauren and DJ moaning were contagious, and soon Kylee was fingering Taylor, and Taylor grudgingly did it right back. Before long DJ was ready, ordering Kylee to jack him off until he came all over her and Taylor’s faces. He personally removed Lauren’s top so she was as half-naked as the rest of them; she supposed he’d never seen her jugs before. She grudgingly conceded they were pretty nice boobs; smaller than hers but with large, puffy pink nipples.
While he recovered, DJ paired them off for 69ing, laying Lauren and Taylor on their backs and having Kylee and Evelyn mount them, respectively. Taylor had never been eaten out by a girl before, and while she wanted to be able to criticize Evelyn’s technique, she had to hand it to her—she was a fucking pro. She came four times; Evelyn eventually shoved a finger up her ass and yelled at her to quit being a selfish cunt and forgetting to reciprocate. Bitch doesn’t even realize it’s just making me keep half-trying—that finger feels awesome.
Lauren and Kylee sounded like they were having fun, too, though she could care less.
She had come to think she was done playing the bimbo, but as DJ got hard again from watching them, he addressed them. “All right, that’s enough. Everybody on your hands and knees, asses toward me. Now I know you little sluts would rather have a man’s dick than a girl’s tongue, so time for you to prove you really want it. Taylortits, you especially—don’t think I forgot you need to earn your spot on the squad.”
God damnit. The girls obeyed with varying degrees of haste, and soon there was a row of gorgeous asses staring at him. Kylee wagged hers enticingly; Evelyn reached back to finger herself and spread her lips wide for him; Taylor did the splits and humped herself against the ground as her giant boobs squashed outwards, visible on either side of her torso.
The begging began in a cacophany of soft, freshly-licked feminine voices pleading and whining and demanding and whimpering. Taylor, nervous he’d take note if she didn’t play along, heard herself say, “pwease, Mister DJ, pwease fucky fuck widdle Taywortitties drippy-wippy little wanty-cunty! She needs cock, like, super duper bad! Pweeeeeease!”