“What, this?” DJ asked, giving her butt a nice loud smack that echoed around the locker room.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, I’ve been such a bad girl, you better show me how bad I’ve been—spank my slutty little ass, DJ. I want it. I need it. Show me who’s boss. Spank me.”
Brianne’s moans made it clear that she either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the Taylor’s obvious sarcasm, so DJ excused it—and granted her request. Each whack resounded throughout the locker room, re-doubled by the sound of her accompanying yelps.
Still, she didn’t let it get her down. “Harder!” she yelled. “If you’re gonna spank me, fucking do it right! Harder!”
He obliged; still, even shoving her face-first into Brianne’s cunt didn’t keep her from demanding more. She even began to sound sincere—if only in being sincerely unimpressed with how roughly he handled her ass. He almost gave her a few smacks with a near full-arm wind-up until he remembered she probably wouldn’t complain if he actually did hurt her.
Evidently, his half-measure wasn’t enough. “More!” she cried out. “My ass needs more than just hands—it needs cock! Fuck my ass, DJ! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”
Brianne groaned as a third finger slid into her and Taylor lashed at her clit between demands for more cock. The slender girl clutched her petite breasts to stop their jiggling as her orgasm hit, her thighs clamping around Taylor’s face like a fleshy vice. Taylor’s orgasm was a moment behind, and though she little choice but to keep at Brianne’s clit as she let loose, her pussy clenched down around DJ’s cock as she wailed.
He pulled out just in time to spray all over her bright red ass.
Brianne’s legs released their grip on Taylor’s face, but the girl remained there, lying cheek down on a pillow of pussy as she caught her breath. Once they recovered, he lead the dazzled pair of teen hotties to the showers and they cleaned one another off. He could hardly get at Taylor the way Brianne clung to her, but Taylor still obviously preferred a man’s hands to the alternative, and availed herself as she could.
Then he had them collaborate to wash his body. He almost had Taylor suck him off, but she seemed to have relaxed, let her guard down, and he decided to let the moment ride. Brianne stayed behind to play with herself for a while in the hot water; DJ kissed her and followed Taylor back out to dry off and dress.
“So, was it so bad?” he asked in a quiet tone, careful not to let it carry to the showers.
“What, you once again pushing me into group sex in a locker room? Learn a new trick, why don’t you.”
“You didn’t answer the question. I mean, maybe I’m just flattering myself here, but you seemed like you had a little fun.”
“Maybe you are. Flattering yourself, that is.”
“You know, you really are a bitch, ‘Taylortits.’” He remembered their orgy, the girls making her call herself that.
At that, she smiled. “Yeah, I know. Look, we had a little thrill—and there’s no blackmail video this time, and I didn’t have to baby talk, which is a pleasant change. It wasn’t horrible. Let’s not make a big deal out of it.”
“So you did have fun!”
“Like, super fun! Taylortits totally wants you to meet her parents now!” Taylor rolled her eyes. “Did you need anything else from me? Otherwise, I’m outta here.”
“How’s your butt?”
“Gonna be uncomfortable sitting for a while. How’s your cock?”
“Gonna have a hard time settling for second-rate pussy for a while.”
“Pig.”
“Bitch.”
She smiled, then sashayed on out of the locker room, her ass swaying in her leotard.
Brianne was back out just as he finished dressing, flashing a pouty lip. “What, I don’t get a turn?”
DJ sighed and tugged down her towel. “Turn around and bend over.”
Chapter Twelve
Saturday Morning
“So are you gonna fuck me or what?!”
DJ paused his show and looked over at his step-sister. “I’m sorry?”
“You’ve been home for 48 hours, and in that time you’ve fucked my mom, you’ve fucked Jody—”
“Just her tits.”
“—fucked Jody’s tits, you’ve fucked Brianne—”
“Just her ass.”
“—fucked Brianne’s ass… you even fucked that bitch-queen Taylor Strehan again. Yeah, that’s right, Brianne tells me her stuff. Should’ve let me film it again—though I guess I couldn’t do that to Bri. Still—all that, and then you’d rather sit around watching… whatever the fuck this is, and the closest you’ve come to touching me was handing me a plate full of Mom’s cunt-bacon.”
“If you wanted a turn, all you had to do was ask. It’s not healthy, bottling shit up like this.”
“Ask…!” She turned beet red with anger. It occurred to him that Lauren had had so many guys willing to do anything to fuck her that she’d never had to ask anyone before. Saying no that many times probably made her forget what it sounded like when someone said it to her.
This should be fun.
“Yeah. If you want my cock, all you have to do is say ‘please DJ may I have your cock.’ That’s all.”
“I’m not gonna say that!” she shouted.
“Suit yourself.” He unpaused the TV and looked away from her. She stared furiously at him for a long moment before deciding it would be impolite to yell, then stormed off to her room. She slammed the door so hard the house shook. Morgan yelled for her to apologize; she didn’t, but DJ motioned for Morgan to let it go.
Saturday Afternoon
“May I please have your cock, DJ,” Lauren repeated, only barely louder than her initial mumble.
“That’s what I thought you said.” He grabbed the waist of her sweatpants and pulled her over; she didn’t resist. They never did, not really.
He tugged them down to her ankles and felt at the crotch of her panties; she was good and damp already. Without getting up from the couch he bent her over and stripped off her t-shirt, then her bra, and found her nipples good and hard as well.
“All right. I’m not too impressed with your choice of attire, but… fine.” He tugged off his pants, was pleased to see the gleam of lust in her eyes. “Go ahead and blow me, Laur.”
“What? No, I meant… I meant you can fuck me. I mean, I will if I have to—I don’t wanna be rude—but… c’mon. I said you can fuck me!”
“Oh, can I really?” DJ asked sarcastically. “Duh, of course I can. And if you’d done what I told you to earlier, maybe I would have. Instead, you diddled around all morning—maybe literally, seeing how wet you are—and made me wait. Now, I want a blowjob.”
“But… but… I wanna fuck,” she whined. Still, she sunk to her knees acceptingly.
He looked at her, considering. “You’re sure you wouldn’t rather suck my dick?”
“I’m very, very sure.”
“All right then.” He gave her a little shove, knocking her off balance and landing her on her butt. “Morgan! Get your ass in here—I need a blowjob and your daughter’s too selfish.”
“Coming, master!” came her voice from the bedroom.
“But—you said—you asked if…!”
“You made your choice—now deal with it.” Morgan sauntered into the room, blushing somewhat at being dressed in only a skimpy yellow thong in front of her daughter, but obeying quickly. She knelt down at DJ’s side and began licking lovingly at his slowly hardening prick as Lauren stood up and glared at the two of them.