Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

Taylor understood. She slid down the zipper on the side of her uniform and let the top slide down to the floor. “Damn, little slut doesn’t even wear a bra,” said Lauren. “All right squad, let’s show our judge what real cheerleader titties look like.”

Evelyn and Kylee each took off their own tops, followed by the sports bras beneath. Evelyn’s small tits rode high on her chest, tiny near-black nipples hardening immediately. Kylee’s breasts were big (though still a couple cups behind Taylor’s F’s), and had mahogany brown nipples standing out against her lighter brown skin. She giggled as DJ squeezed them; Evelyn blew a kiss as he did the same to hers.

“Now we’ll do a thorough inspection of our recruit… girls, hop to it.” Taylor held her ground, folding her arms behind her back as the girls, flanking DJ, approached her. They cupped and prodded and lifted and tapped and pinched and tweaked her like a piece of meat.

“Not bad,” Evelyn said neutrally. “A little too big for my tastes—way more than you can hold in one hand, so what’s the point.”

Kylee nodded sagely, stupidly. “I think they’re, like, super cute. And look, she tans topless! Totally no tan lines—very classy, Tay.”

DJ looked unconvinced though. “Let’s find out how sensitive they are. Girls, each of you take one and suck it.”

With a quick self-conscious look between them, they dove in, Kylee on her right tit, Evelyn on the left. Lauren moved in and got it from several angles, making sure to zoom in on each of the girl’s faces, catching Kylee sucking it in and out of her mouth like it was a big squishy popsicle, Evelyn lashing it with her tongue as if it had wronged her in another life. Taylor didn’t know what her own face looked like; she was incredibly uncomfortable having two girls sucking on her tits—on camera, no less—but it felt fucking wonderful.

Then, just as she was starting to forget her nerves and lose herself in the pleasure, DJ pulled them back. Taylor gasped as Kylee suctioned her lips around a nipple, pulling the heavy boob with her for a long second as she stood back upright. She found herself breathing hard in spite of herself; Lauren was giving her a mocking look, but she made herself just smile for the camera.

(DJ had asked her to, after all.)

“Must be pretty sensitive, if you could get her good and ready just from handling her hooters,” DJ said, stepping in close.

“Hey, Evelyn totally works there!” Kylee said, giggling. “But like, she totally has the littlest hooters here! Isn’t that funny?”

“Hilarious,” Evelyn said dryly.

DJ couldn’t easily lift Taylor’s skirt; they didn’t have those old-fashioned types that would flare out when you spun, but rather the more modern fashion, which were basically short stretchy mini-skirts with slits on either side most of the way up to their waists. Lauren knelt at her feet, aiming the camera up at Taylor’s snatch, and DJ simply tugged the garmet up until it bunched around her waist like a belt.

“No panties either—Jesus, are you auditioning to be a cheerleader or a prostitute?” Lauren said in disgust.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Taylor groused in spite of herself.

“Fuck me? Bitch, am I? Well, let me just set this to live-stream and upload the link to the whole senior class,” Lauren said, lowering the camera to tinker with buttons.

“No! No no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!” Taylor pleaded. “Please, please don’t do that!”

DJ shrugged apathetically; he’d get to fuck her regardless, and obviously dicking Taylor Strehan would do nothing but good for his rep. Lauren seemed to consider. “All right, but that’s the final warning. And from now on, I don’t want you to just be an eager applicant—I want you to be the stereotypical cheerleader bimbo. Slutty, stupid, every inch of you made to please men.”

“What, you mean like Kylee?”

Kylee glared, though on her adorable face it looked more of a pout. “That was mean, Taylor. For that, I’m adding to the list: refer to yourself in the third person. But now your name is Taylortits.”

Taylor opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren’s finger poised imperiously over an unseen button on the phone screen was enough to cut her off and, with a herculean effort, return a smile to her face.

“Better,” Lauren said, lowering the threatening finger. “Now apologize to Kylee.”

Kylee folder her arms beneath her bare breasts expectantly. “I’m sorry I said you were a bimbo,” she said with incongruent cheeriness.

“Who’s sorry?” Evelyn asked, smirking.

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.