“It is. I’m a little tired, so I’m gonna have you do most of the work this time.” He snapped his fingers and pointed. There was a moment where he saw Jody the defiant feminist recoil at having a man command her to titty-fuck him with a snap of his fingers, but then it was gone, leaving Jugsy, the girl with the most sensitive breasts he’d yet encountered who couldn’t wait to have a cock between them.
“Lauren, you’re going to lick and suck my nipples while I do this. And feel free to thank me after—there’s a thousand horndogs at our school who would kill for the opportunity.”
“Lucky me,” Lauren grumbled. She hopped onto the couch beside her step-brother ass-up, lying down with his head by his lap, feet up in the air. Jody reached for the lube, but instead ordered her friend to lick her cavernous cleavage wet. She then wrapped those glistening titties around DJ’s cock and started rubbing them up and down.
Brianne had since regained her senses, and watched Lauren lapping at her friend’s bounteous boobage with envy. “Jody, I… I don’t suppose I could… too?”
Jody smiled at her friend. “Oh, what the hell, Bri.” She waved her over and let her settle into place opposite Lauren.
Soon enough, Jody was getting both her tits sucked, groped and licked by her two best friends as she dutifully pleasured DJ. She sucked his fingers as he put them in her mouth, tried to keep it together as her friends teased her nipples to her own series of orgasms. Lauren and Brianne had to finish the tit-fuck for her as she was trembling too hard to keep any sort of rhythm going. She was so lost in her fog of bliss that she barely felt his cum splash her face and tits.
The four lie there in a tangled pile, no one really sure whose hands were caressing what, whose mouth was sucking what, no one seeming to much care as long as they didn’t stop.
“I think it’s your turn, Lauren,” DJ said after a while. “And I think after what we put you through, I’ll let you dictate the terms. So you tell me—how do you want me? Whatever you want, even if it’s not my thing, I promise I’ll tolerate it.”
“Well don’t make it sound like such a chore,” Lauren said playfully. “You know, some guys think my body is pretty fucking tolerable.”
“I just meant that you put up with a lot from me… I want to give back. Come on, what’s the plan. I know you’ve had all weekend to think about it.”
She nodded. “I did. I had this whole fantasy thing, getting a hotel room, a bottle of champagne, some sexy lingerie… not romantic, per se, but just sexy. Something memorable, a little crazy maybe.”
“You got it,” he said.
“Hang on—I said I had this fantasy. After tonight, I think I’ve changed my mind. If it’s OK with you… I think I want to do it… together.” Brianne smiled brightly; Jody looked pleased, flattered. “If that’s OK with them. And with you.”
“I’ll abide by the concensus,” he said.
Brianne giggled. “You know my vote. Jodes?”
The cherubic blonde’s round face smiled softly. “Well, nobody likes a party pooper… I guess I’m in too.”
They fucked.
Per his promise, DJ did his best to keep to Lauren’s pussy, but she demanded to experience what the others had, to have her tits sucked and fucked, to have her ass stuffed as Brianne ate her out. Brianne and Jody amused one another separately, hands and mouths roaming where they would, as they half-watched Lauren’s pussy plugged; later, the three of them were a tangled mess of legs and tits and butts and a single coveted cock, and DJ stopped even trying to pay attention to whose what he was fucking at any given point.
None of them seemed to mind.
The sun was just beginning to rise out the window by the time they were through, collapsing into an exhausted, contented heap.
“I’m sorry I was so pushy earlier,” Lauren said.
“I’m sorry I had you kiss Brianne’s ass,” Jody said.
“I’m not sorry for any of this,” Brianne said. “This was one of the best nights of my life.”
DJ, meanwhile, sat back watching their tenderness and feeling good and relaxed. Here they were, three girls who—let’s be honest—never would have given him the time of day, much less experimented with one another in such a way, and he’d given them a night of passion they could remember fondly for years to come. The closest thing to a victim in it all was Jody’s parents, who would need to learn to accept their daughter as a sexual being soon enough anyway when she left for college next fall, if not sooner. Morgan got to have some angry sex—and got to have a pleasant Thanksgiving with her family. Even Taylor had had a good time, no matter that she had refused him the satisfaction of saying so.
DJ had used his power, and sure, it had been selfish. But for once… legitimately no harm done.
He hadn’t ruined any lives. In fact, he had perhaps enriched them—or was that too vain a notion to be believed? Gazing down at the trio of women caressing one another fondly in the soft light of dawn, he allowed that it might not be at that.
This had been exactly what he needed to clear his head after the week behind him. A little kindness, a little craziness, a little perspective. He’d been dreading going back to school, even considering not going back at all. Now, for the first time, he really felt like he understood this power of his, and had an idea of what to do with it.
Tolerance happened every day all over the world. Some people used the forebearance of others to prey on the compassionate and the understanding—an absentee landlord, a drug pusher, the lobbyist who exploited a corrupt system for personal gain. They saw that they could get away with something, hurt others and benefit themselves and get away with it, so they did. At the other end of the spectrum were people who used the tolerance of others as a cudgel to do what needed doing. A teacher who set high standards and stuck by them, a homeless person pestering passers-by for a little change or a scrap of food, a mother making her children eat their vegetables and read a book now and then. Some did it to survive, some to push people into doing what was in their best interest all along.
Since he’d gotten the tolerance, DJ had experienced more loneliness and isolation than he ever had before, severed from the web of human emotions, no longer bound by the delicate give and take that forged bonds between people. Yet he’d also experienced some of the strongest, most wonderful connections of his life, seen real intimacy and been a part of powerful experiences.
He’d hurt people—he could admit it, now, if only in his own heart. He had been selfish and willfully ignorant, indifferent to the plights of others, and at times, even cruel. There had been no consequences—not to him, anyway—and it had been the easy way. To take, and not to question if there was another purpose to it all. Now, he began to see that it didn’t have to be that way.
Maybe his wasn’t the kind of power that came with an alter ego and a cape, but it didn’t have to be the kind with volcano lairs and legions of henchmen, either. Whatever else he had become, he was still a person, and he was capable of kindness, and love, and decency. If others wouldn’t tell him when he had transgressed, it just meant he had to refine his sense of empathy and look for opportunities to pay it forward.
It was time to go back. It was time to make things right.
Chapter Thirteen
Dear stupid little meddling evil bitch,