Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

“They’re not breasts, Brianne. A rack like that has earned the term ‘tits.’”

Brianne whimpered with need. “Fine, then can I please touch her… tits.” It was clear the word did not come to her easily.

“How about first you ditch the swimsuit? I’m getting bored back here, after all.”

Brianne immediately agreed, sliding the shoulder straps off and letting the garment’s own elasticity pull it most of the way down for her. Her own breasts were adorable, two half-handfuls with tiny little black nipples in the center, a triangular tan line obvious on each from where she’d tanned in something more revealing sometime in the past. She lowered it down to her knees and then crawled out of it, her tight ass wriggling hypnotically as she did so. She interpreted her submission to his demand to be permission and then lowered her mouth down to Brittney’s rack and started licking in swirls around the nipples, first left, then right.

DJ shed his own clothes as he watched, Brittney passively laying back and letting the eager young lesbian act out every fantasy she’d ever had about sucking on a pair of perfect tits. Brittney slowly grew wet in anticipation of another good fuck—DJ had been one of the most gentle and sweet lovers she’d ever had—as much as from getting her boobs sucked and squeezed. Brianne’s fingers dug in so hard at times that he worried his toy might get bruises from it, but he let her have her fun.

Brianne sat up some minutes later, staring appreciatively at her playmate’s body. “I’ve, ah, never actually, like, gone down on a girl before,” she admitted shyly.

Brittney responded with a reassuring smile. “I’ve never had a girl go down on me either.”

“Have you ever…?” the teen asked.

“Yeah, once. My boyfriend really wanted me to do a threesome with this other girl, so he got me really drunk one night and…” she shrugged. DJ tried once more not to let pity overrule his own intentions towards her.

“Oh. Geez. Well… can I go lick you, Brittney? Please,” she added as an after-thought.

“You have to ask him,” Brittney replied, looking to DJ.

Brianne’s plaintive look turned on him, noting with only slight dislike the sight of his proud erect cock looming towards her. “DJ…? Can I pretty please lick her?”

“I tell you what. You think of three other ways you can talk about the act, and I’ll let you do it.”

Brianne frowned. “Three other…? OK. Can I… perform cunnilingus? On her vagina?”

He made a buzzer sound from a game show. Everyone, including Brianne, looked embarrassed for her sad attempt. “Sorry, try something you didn’t first read about in your sex ed class. And you forgot to ask nicely—don’t be greedy.”

“Can I please, um, eat her pussy?”

DJ joined her on the bed, and gently pushed her back down on all fours, guiding her mouth to a few inches away from Brittney’s slit. Brianne’s breath stirred the heart-shaped patch in front of her face, and she inhaled the girl’s musk deeply through her nose, purring at the scent of a wet pussy so nearly within reach. “That’s one.”

“Can I tongue her clitty?”

He eased her down so her nose was nestled into Brittney’s pubes. “That’s two.”

“Oh God, you smell so fucking good, Brittney…” Brianne moaned in frustration. “Please, DJ, please let me tongue-fuck this bitch’s cunt!”

“Be my guest,” he said, and the words were barely out of DJ’s lips before Brianne’s tongue was sliding into Brittney’s.

He watched with interest for a few moments; Brittney moaned appreciatively but not nearly as loud as she had when he’d fucked her the night before. Probably nervous in a strange house. Still, even as hot as it was, his cock was starting to feel unappreciated. He positioned himself behind Brianne, and felt her tense as the red tip of him teased itself against her nether lips.

She turned her head to the side, pausing only long enough to beg off. “I told you DJ, you can’t fuck me. It’s not safe.”

“I can fuck you if I want,” he said, smacking her butt and enjoying the way it barely quivered. She yelped, but was too eager to get her mouth back on cunt to complain. “But you’re right, nobody wants to see you fat and preggers. Still, I’m going to fuck. The only question is who.”

“So fuck her,” Brianne said, barely missing a beat with her tongue. Brittney brightened at the suggestion; she was being a real sport with Brianne, but it was clear that she preferred dick to chick.

“I would, but you’re sort of in the way,” he said. “So I guess I’ll just…” He re-positioned his cock just a little, placing it right at the entrance to her back door.

Brianne immediately squirmed away from it. “No! You can’t…! Just… shit, why can’t you wait until I’m done and then fuck her?” She looked pained to be interrupted.

“Don’t be selfish. You can keep eating that perfect little puss, Brianne—but you’ll do it while I fuck her.” Brittney slid two fingers into herself like a place holder while they worked out her cunt’s fate. “Or, I can just take that perfect little ass of yours.”

“No!” Brianne insisted. “No, not my ass. OK, just… we’ll do it together. It’ll be… fun,” she said, trying to talk herself into it.

“You’re a good sport, Brianne,” he said, and without wasting another moment he moved Brittney’s hand aside and slid into her. She was good and wet already and he slid in effortlessly. Brittney cooed and made a show of sucking her fingers clean as he started in a soft rhythm, generously making sure Brittney was still enough that her new friend could do her end of things. Brianne timidly crawled around to the side and bent down, her mouth zeroing in on Brittney’s clit.

“Uh uh, Brianne—don’t forget to ask,” he admonished, stopping her by the hair.

“Again? Can-I-please-eat-her-cunt,” she said in a rush, clearly angry at being stopped short and handled so indelicately.

“Tell me you want to lick my cock as I fuck her, Brianne,” he said, thrusting slowly harder in spite of his intentions.

Brianne looked up at him, scowling, but then licked her lips as she eyed her prize. “Fine. I want to lick your cock while you fuck Brittney,” she said icily.

“Try harder,” he grunted.

She took several deep breaths before she committed, then looked up at him with big doe eyes. “Please, DJ, can I eat Brittney’s pussy while you fuck her? She looks so good like that—you’re splitting her wide open… please, can I lick the two of you?”

DJ began hammering into Brittney. “Make me believe it, bitch!” He reached down and slid a couple fingers into Brianne’s sopping wet cunt; she gasped in pleasure, and fell forward on her face as he started finger-fucking her.

“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.