A leash. Taylor gaped in horror, turning bright red in her recollections of the last time he’d put a leash on her. She’d been lead around buck-ass nude like his pet in front of dozens of people from school.
“Or I can put this around your neck, announce to the entire gym that I’m going to be fucking you on the back loading dock and then auctioning sloppy seconds, thirds, et cetera to anybody else who wants it. Take your pick.”
He had no intention of doing so, and she called his bluff. “You wouldn’t.” Her chin quivered nervously.
“All right then…” He put the loop over her neck, and she stood with limp arms and watched him. “Come on. I’m going to walk you down to the locker room to meet Brianne, and give you a minute to re-think. If we get there, and you help me convince her how eager you are to be our plaything, nobody else but the three of us will know. It’ll just be a fun afternoon.
“If instead you still would rather we go to the loading docks, just go ahead and say one shitty thing to me, or to Brianne. Give her a dirty look. Hesitate, once. You get me?”
“I do—no need for the leash. I’ll do it, I promise. I’ll be good. Please. Let’s go fuck—the three of us. Just… not the other thing.”
So it was that Brianne’s patience was rewarded by the sight of Taylor Strehan shuffling along behind DJ, stopping in front of her at the locker room door. Everyone in the gym was glancing over, but none were rude enough to stare. “Taylor has something to say to you, I think, Brianne,” he prompted.
Taylor sat back on her heels, looked between the two for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Thank you for letting me come play with you, Brianne. I’ve wanted this for such a long time.”
Brianne blinked. “You… you have?! I’ve heard you picking on girls for being gay like a thousand times.”
Taylor looked down. “I… guess it was my way of covering. You do the same, right?”
“No, actually, but… I get it. So… we’re really doing this?” She looked at DJ.
“Damn straight we are.”
The three entered the locker room, and after clearing out the few people inside and securing the door so they weren’t disturbed, he stood back and eyed the two. Brianne, her lithe runner’s body, lean and trim, small breasts and tight ass; opposite her in a similar leotard stood Taylor, the statuesque blonde with her big perky tits, creamy skin, and a round ass that was the best white girls had yet produced for twerking.
“Why don’t you two get started, and I’ll join in once you’re nice and warmed up.”
Brianne smiled at him; Taylor forced herself to do the same. He had to hand it to her—even as Brianne kissed her, she reciprocated with admirable eagerness. When Brianne practically tore off her own leotard and then did the same for Taylor, she kept her game face on. Not until Brianne’s face was buried between those outward-jutting tits did she even spare a wry glance at DJ.
He just shook his head. “Brianne, Taylor was saying how excited she was to eat your pussy on the walk over here. I think she’s just a little shy. It’s all right, babe—go on. Tell her how bad you want it.” He slowly mouthed, loading dock.
Taylor’s frown turned to a glare turned to a smile just in time for Brianne to catch sight of it. “Uh, yeah, he’s right,” she lied. “You’re just so cute, and god, I love licking pussy so much, I just… I can’t wait to get my mouth on it. Can I, please?”
Brianne grinned. “Wow. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, of course, if you want to, that’d be…” She caught herself babbling and laid down on the locker room’s wooden bench, spreading her legs invitingly. Her pussy just had the barest bit of stubble. Catching him looking, she explained, “I had it waxed last weekend, when I still thought you were coming back.”
“Isn’t that sweet, Taylor? Maybe we’ll get yours waxed when we’re done here.”
“Sure, baby, if you want,” she managed, scowling over her shoulder at him before smiling sweetly back at Brianne. She straddled the bench and leaned forward, her big ass thrust back fetchingly in DJ’s direction. It was like watching a kid stalling the inevitable ingestion of his pile of lima beans. After a moment, he pushed her face down impatiently right into the lesbian’s muff. She squealed in surprise and horror at finding her nose rubbed right into her slender classmate’s clit.
“That’s it, put that big mouth of yours to use, Taylor. We know you’re inexperienced, so Brianne, you just let her know what feels good. I’ll be back here… having some fun.”
At that, Taylor’s thighs tried to squeeze together, the bench of course making it impossible—not that he wouldn’t be able to get at her pussy perfectly well even if they were pressed together. Still, he wanted to make her squirm a little first.
Taylor got a good bout of pussy-eating experience in with minimal interruption beyond a couple hands roaming around her backside, and a couple gentle suggestions from a grateful Brianne. DJ watched her, saw the feisty once-captain overcome her initial reluctance and ease into the act for its own sake. He waited until the prudish frown had completely left her visage before putting the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass.
She squealed in surprise, but there was nothing for her to do—the bench kept her good and spread, and besides… it was DJ. “What the hell! You didn’t say anything about fucking me… there!”
“Aww, but it’s OK, right?” He put just enough of an edge into his tone to keep her mindful of his bluff earlier; for his part, he didn’t care if she wanted to whine a little, but he wanted to give Brianne a good time.
“Um, yeah,” she said sullenly. “Go ahead.”
“Only if you’re sure—I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.” Brianne looked at the exchange, half-curious, half-petulant.
“Oh no, I definitely want it,” Taylor insisted; with her head turned away from her schoolmate, her earnest tone was completely missing in her face. “You just don’t know how badly I want it. I was too shy to ask is all.” She rolled her eyes.
“What, you mean… he’s going to… do your butt?” Brianne asked. “You’ll really like it, Taylor—he did mine before, and… fuck, nothing has EVER made me cum that hard. You just feel so full—you’ll see.”
“I… can’t wait,” Taylor said, letting her hands take over pleasuring the girl while they conversed.
“Of course, Brianne had to beg for it first—didn’t you?” DJ suggested.
“You made me beg for it.”
“That’s a yes. So, Taylor, until you convince me, I’ll just…” He slid down lower, and eased his way into her pussy.
She moaned as he penetrated her. “Oh fuck, fuck you’re so…” she caught herself about to say something genuinely flattering, and stopped. “I’m not on the pill, by the way—so you know. I mean, it’s fine, you can totally fuck me however, I’m not a total bitch, but… FYI.”
DJ started at a slow rhythm; one of the great things about stuck-up ice queens like Taylor was that their pussies were still good and tight. He’d remembered it fondly from his last time inside her, and was glad it hadn’t just been in his head. “Well then I guess you better hurry and convince me, because right now your pussy’s doing a great job of talking me into staying.”
With a sense of urgency, Taylor renewed her commitment to the threesome, bending back to put her mouth to Brianne’s pussy, murmuring steady encouragement to DJ between affectionate licks. “Oh yeah, stud, fuck me, you’re so fuckin’ huge, I can’t wait to get that fuckin’ cock in my tight little ass.”