Her mom took Jody by the hand and spoke in a low tone, but the words “is he drunk?” resonated clearly.
A hushed argument ensued, and DJ quickly bored of it, stepping between them. “Excuse me, Mrs. Jody’s mom, but I need to see your daughter. Privately. Now.”
The woman frowned, clearly disapproving of this stranger coming in to take her daughter aside, but not wanting to upset him. “Well, just… behave yourselves.” Nearby an older woman nodded, frowning as deeply. Most of the family was, for that matter.
“Yeah, sure I will,” he said, grabbing Jody’s ass and propelling her alongside him.
“DJ!” Jody whispered. “Not in front of everybody!”
He gave her rear end a smack. “Just be glad we’re not doing it on the dining room table.”
Jody guided him to his room, his hand on her butt the whole way, oblivious to the impotently protective glare of her family. “Say, who was that redhead—at the table? Brown sweater?”
“That’s my cousin Elle.” She looked at him warily. “Why do you ask?”
“She’s hot. You should bring her up. We can have some fun with her.”
“Come on, let’s just make do with the two of us,” she said, taking his hands and pressing her chest against his. He’d seen some amazing racks in recent months, but Jody’s was still his favorite. All that size and not a hint of sag. They looked so good he’d wondered if they were fake, but he knew she wasn’t the type with her loudly feminist mindset.
“I wanna see her—see if she’s got as much going on as you do,” DJ insisted. “Call her up.”
She put her lower lip out poutily. “Pleeeease, DJ? Come on, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for months. Don’t ruin this.”
Ruin.
“Fine fine. Now get those titties out where I can see them already.”
Jody brightened—but only somewhat—as she unbuttoned her blouse, slowly revealing a festively red bra doing its best to rein in the untamable mammoths within its confines. “Titties? Real classy, DJ.”
He couldn’t respond because his mouth was already buried in her cleavage. She struggled to get her bra off despite his involvement, and soon those glorious boobs were released into the room. Remembering how easily stimulated Jody’s breasts were, DJ’s hands busily entered the fray, pinching and tweaking two wide pink nipples. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from moaning; her knees buckled and dropped her on her bed atop a pile of childhood stuffed animals.
DJ shucked his own clothes as Jody removed the rest of hers, then joined her on the bed. “Hey, what are you…!” Her words were cut off as DJ straddled her face, shoving his cock right in as he bent to keep toying with her breasts. She had little choice but to lie there as he fondled her and started fucking her mouth. Still, her sensitive little nipples had her moaning around his cock in no time, even as she desperately gasped for air every time he slid out of her throat.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that the door was ajar. He sure as hell didn’t care for his own sake.
“I was thinking,” DJ shared, allowing himself a momentary pause from sucking her tits. “Boobs like these, people should call you Jugsy,” DJ said as he shifted position.
With her mouth no longer stuffed, she was able to reply. “I’d slap the bejesus out of anyone who did. That’s unbelievably sexist.”
“Oh?” He straddled her stomach, nearly losing his balance in his intoxicated state. Once righted, he nestled his cock neatly between her mounds. “Well, Jugsy, I’m gonna fuck your jugs. Gonna slap me? Eh, Jugsy?” He took them in his hands, gripping the nipples and rolling them between his fingers as he started thrusting.
Jody placed her hands over his. “Ugh, call me whatever you want, just don’t stop touching me,” she moaned.
He had no intention of it. It felt good, but the idea of it, the idea of Jody—busty, feisty, sexy, once-unattainable Jody—moaning as he fucked her tits was the ultimate aphrodisiac. “Keep begging, Jugsy,” he panted.
“Keep going,” she said, still trying to keep her voice low. “Don’t stop playing with my breasts.”
“Better—ask like the dirty little slut you are.”
He could see the proud feminist within warring with the command, principles at odds with pleasure—and with her need to put up with his childish prodding. Principles lost handily. “Um, squeeze my, um, breasts, DJ.” He pinched down hard, and she squealed in surprised ecstacy. “Yes! Yes! Fuck ’em—fuck ’em fuck ’em fuck ’em!”
He made himself stop, shifting to just hold her tits around his cock. “’Em? What’s ’em? C’mon, you’re a big girl, Jugsy—big tits, anyway. What’re ’em? If you can’t say it, I can’t please it.”
She whined. “Deeeejaaaaay! Fuck my tits, OK? Please? Don’t stop playing with my, um, titties! Titty-fuck me! Titty-fuck my big titties!” He resumed somewhere in the middle, and the spike in bliss spurred her onwards.
“Titty-fuck who? Tell me whose tits I’m fucking.”
She moaned louder in spite of herself. “Jugsy! Fuck Jugsy’s jugs! Oh FUCK YES, fuck Jugsy’s big fucking juggy titties FUCK FUUUUUCK TITTY FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Jody came. DJ came. He’d actually intended to fuck her before he was done, but her boobs and her enthusiasm were too fucking amazing to hold back.
And standing there in the doorway was Jody’s father, glaring balefully, just outside his jizz-coated daughter’s field of vision. “Hiya,” DJ said, taking his feet and finding his clothes.
Jody shrieked, whipping her sheets around her in a flurry. “Dad! You can’t be up here!”
“Excuse me! I came up here to make sure you were OK, and… the whole house just heard that, young lady!”
“Damn skippy. Nice DNA, sir—your daughter’s got some crazy nice tits.” There it was, the look he’d seen before, usually on guys when he was having fun with their girlfriends, but it was just as possessive and angry on a dad. He remembered being afraid with that guy Brayden, Brittney’s ex; by now, he simply noted the expression and ignored it.
“So Jody, I’ll be in town through Monday—you should stop by, OK?”
“DJ!” she hissed, looking between him and her dad.
“Oh, right. Sir, don’t punish your daughter for this. If you do, I’ll just have to come back and fuck your wife’s tits instead.”
“DJ!”
“Oh, Cousin Elle’s, if she’s around. You know what I’m saying—I know she’s your niece, but a body like that, you can’t not notice.” He patted the man on the shoulder and walked right by him. Downstairs, just to be sure—and so as not to waste an opportunity—he walked right up to Jody’s mom and gave her breasts a nice long squeeze. Not bad. Nothing on her daughter, but decent.
Elle he found sitting next to her grandmother; the whole family just gaped in astonishment as he lifted up her shirt. “Just as nice as I thought they were.” He roughly tugged down her bra and took a nice thorough suck of the nipple, then let himself out the front door, the shocked, glaring family sputtering in his wake.
DJ heard none of it.
Lauren was still waiting in the car. “That was quick.”
He handed her the $20 he’d offered her to be his designated driver. Not that he’d needed to pay her, but he’d been feeling generous. “I don’t waste time when I know what I want.”
“We still doing Brianne’s? She’s gonna be super-bummed that girl Brittney’s not with you. I think she had her heart set on another roll in the hay with you two.” Lauren laughed. “I guess she’ll have to try not to let the absence of a blonde goddess ruin her weekend.”
There it was again—that word, following him. Do I ruin lives? So what if I do. My life got ruined, and my gift had nothing to do with it.