Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

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!”

It was humiliating, of course—except then there was Lauren, ordered to beg her step-brother for his dick. She was on her hands and knees beside them, but wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking. He let it slide, though; his first move was to settle in behind Kylee and start pumping into her. Unlike the blowjob, this she didn’t mind so much—she was squealing and grunting and moaning like she was on cloud nine.

DJ snapped his fingers at Taylor and gestured; taking the hint, she moved to flank Kylee with Evelyn. He fingered them both roughly as he fucked her, and with their skirts hiked up to bare most of their butts, he spanked them every time he felt like their pleading to have a turn wasn’t sincere enough. (Taylor got spanked more, which she thought was completely unfair, since Lauren wasn’t even trying.)

Finally he bucked Kylee off of him, sending her sprawling across the tile floor in a heap as he switched over to Evelyn. She gyrated her hips and narrated exactly what she was doing with her pelvic muscles to heighten his pleasure; it seemed to be working because soon he gave her the same treatment as Kylee. As he positioned himself Taylortits— ugh, my name is Taylor, not Taylortits —he directed Kylee and Evelyn to make out for his amusement. Evelyn pounced on the raven-haired beauty in an instant.

Still, he didn’t stick it in Taylor’s pussy. What was he waiting for? “Um, like, are you gonna drill Taylortits’ snatchy snatch? ’Cause she suuuuper wants you to!” And she did, really—she was goddamn horny now, and she at least wanted some decent sex to balance out the rest of this whole maddening encounter.

“I’ll fuck you, slut… just as soon as you get Lauren over here and involved.”

Taylor look over at Lauren, who was now looking back wide-eyed. Touching that bitch Lauren in a sexual way was the last thing she ever wanted to do on this earth, but… DJ had asked for it. There was no sense being intolerant of a simple request that didn’t really cost her a thing. Forcing down the dread and self-loathing, she turned to the fake coach bitch and did her best.

“Lauren? Come on, don’t you wanna get fucked? His cock is like super DUPER hard for us, and I just know we’ll love it. Taylortits is a big ol’ slutty slut, but she knows his will be the biggest bestest cock of all. Come on over here, Coachy, and let’s be little fuck sluts together! It’ll be SO fun and I can suck your tits or lick your pussy or whatever you want and I’ll mmmmf!”

She was cut off as Lauren suddenly put a hand over her mouth, rising to her knees. “Sorry, I know it’s funny and all, but God is she fucking annoying.”

DJ laughed. Kylee squealed as Evelyn’s index finger gave her asshole a working over like she had with Taylor earlier. “C’mon over. Let me get a handle on those tits of yours.” DJ lifted Taylor out of the splits and into a standard doggy style position, then she felt him pat her ass. A moment later, Lauren was sitting on top of her butt; the added weight was brutal on her poor knees, but Taylortits didn’t have the luxury of complaining.

And so DJ began drilling her pussy finally as he sucked on his step-sister’s tits, the latter no longer fighting the rising tide of lust at being groped and squeezed by him. Taylor didn’t much care what he did to the other girl as long as he kept fucking her; his girth felt incredible inside her.