The Tolerant
Chapter Eleven
Friday Morning
DJ awoke to the smell of bacon sizzling in the kitchen. He allowed himself the luxury of awakening gradually; before long he saw Morgan peering down the hallway to check on him. She was wearing a pair of skimpy silk boxers and a tank top that was so tight it must have been one of Lauren’s. Her hair was mussed like she’d just woken up, but she’d taken time to smear on some dark red lipstick. A thin smile crept onto her face when she saw his eyes roaming over her figure.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Breakfast ready?”
“Will be soon—couple minutes.”
“I think I’ll take it in bed—bring it in when it’s ready.”
“Yes sir.”
He heard her coming shortly after; with him awake, she’d taken the time to don a pair of stiletto heels that echoed down the hallway. DJ didn’t even understand the aesthetic she was going for, but whatever it was, it worked. She strode in one foot in front of the other, bending at the waist to hand him a plate loaded with pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. The view down her neckline almost made him drop it. She smiled knowingly.
“Would you like me to cut your food for you?”
He could tell she was teasing him, but he decided to call her bluff. “That would be swell.”
She made a face, but gamely knelt down beside the bed and began her task. He threw aside the covers, revealing the lingering presence of the morning wood he’d woken up with. “Is that for me?” she asked.
“Depends on the quality of my breakfast,” he said as she finished dicing it up. “Now get your ass up here. You’re going to help feed me.”
That morning, DJ ate his breakfast off of his step-mother’s naked body. He used the valley between her breasts as a receptacle for syrup, sponging the pancakes in them piece by piece. He fed her an occasional bit, letting her suck the syrup off of his fingertips. He lapped up the remnants, then drizzled more across her evenly tanned breasts and sucked it off bit by sticky bit.
He ate most of the bacon right off of her pussy, his tongue licking up every savory bit he could out of her. He didn’t think pussy-soaked bacon would ever be a commodity, but as an experience, it was one he didn’t regret.
Morgan lie there panting, breasts heaving with desire as she was licked and sucked and used as a serving dish. “That was a damn fine meal, Morgan.”
“If I’d known you were so hungry, I’d have made more, master,” she said, smiling as he loomed over her, groping her sticky-sweet tits. Then she gasped as he thrust into her without warning.
“Time for dessert.”
DJ plowed his step-mother at a leisurely pace, using it as an opportunity to stretch his tired muscles. He had her suck one finger after another clean, the only thing that kept her from wailing so loud she woke the neighborhood.
As it was, the only person she awakened was Lauren.
“Hey, do I smell bac... on…” Lauren’s query trailed off as she stepped out of her room to find her mom taking it from her step-brother in a nice romp with a view position.
“Heya Lauren—I saved you a piece,” DJ said, grinning. He left his ring finger in Morgan’s mouth and didn’t stop his easy rhythm.
“You two are gross. I’ll pass.”
“Hey,” he said sternly. “Your gutterslut of a mother made us a very special breakfast, and I saved some just for you. Now eat it.” DJ nodded to the plate on the night-stand, still holding the eggs and a few strips of bacon.
“Ugh, do I have to?” She eyed the couple with dismay.
“You do, or I’ll have her ground you when I’m done with her.” Not that he needed much of a threat; she’d do it anyway, because he was who he was.
Lauren glared, but strutted into the room and picked up the plate testily, avoiding looking at the scene before her and about-facing to leave as soon as the meal was in hand. “Oh no, you can’t be trusted not to hide your food—you’ll sit right there in the corner and eat it.”
The cheerleader rolled her eyes. “You’re such an ass, DJ.” Still, she obeyed, plopping herself down and trying not to see what was foremost in her vision. Her step-brother re-focused on his business, but glanced over every so often. She began with the eggs, complaining that they’d let them go cold.
Then she got to the other. “Hm. Bacon’s off… It’s not super crispy, and… it tastes funny.” She chewed slowly, swallowing with a pensive expression.
“Really? That’s weird, we made it extra special for you,” DJ said, grunting as Morgan’s pussy clenched down around him. Her eyes were at war between their desire to plead for him to keep fucking her and her desire to say something to Lauren as she downed the final piece with more relish.
“Yeah, really. Still… it’s not bad. Little different, but not too bad.”
DJ couldn’t help it; he burst into laughter and finally pulled out of Morgan. “What? What the fuck is it, you creep?”
“Language!” Morgan admonished as DJ’s finger pulled out of her mouth.
“Seriously, Mother?” Lauren snapped. “You’re lying there getting split in half by Dorkules, and you wanna take issue with me dropping the f-bomb? Nice heels by the way. Real slutty.”
Morgan blushed, having no good comeback, and DJ slowly recover from his giggle fit. “That’s no way to talk to your mother—you should be thanking her for breakfast.”
“Yeah sure. Thanks, mumsy!” she said in raw sarcasm.
DJ leaned down and whispered in his step-mother’s ear. “Morgan, why don’t you tell your ungrateful daughter about your secret recipe?”
Morgan, never one to enjoy being disrespected by her flippant daughter, grinned. “That bacon just came out of my ‘slutty’ cunt. Dear.”
It took a moment before her eyes bulged. She clapped a hand over her mouth and sprinted into the bathroom. DJ shut the door behind her to keep the sounds of her retching out, and returned to Morgan.
“Thanks for breakfast, Morgan—now here, let me feed you yours.” With his hand on the back of her head, he guided her ruby-lipped mouth to his cock. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Friday Afternoon
“Here we are,” Lauren said as she put the car in park in front of the gym. “If I know Brianne, she’ll be in there, punishing the hell out of herself for the half-pound her body refused to gain after pigging out yesterday. In fact… yep, there’s her car,” she said, pointing.
“Cool. Thanks, Laur. I’ll see you tonight when you and Morgan get back from shopping. Tell her I want fresh sheets on that bed by tonight.”
“I can’t believe you fed me pussy bacon, you prick.” She frowned.
“I can’t believe you liked it,” he responded as he shut the car door behind him.
It only took him a couple minutes before he found Brianne, and half of that was spent shaking the man working the door who insisted he needed a membership card to get in. He’d had to resort to giving him a wedgie he’d not soon forget to get him off his back.
Well… he hadn’t had to. Meh.
Brianne was hard at work on the stair climber when he found her—he recognized her first from that spectacularly tight caboose of hers before he could be bothered to notice the rest. He greeted her by taking two handfuls of it after sneaking up behind her. A heavyset woman in pink spandex working out on the next machine over looked away uncomfortably.
Brianne turned and slapped him across the face—she recognized him just before her hand connected, allowing barely enough time to slow up and just lightly thump him. Still, she hastily kissed his cheek and uttered a stream of apologies. “Damn, girl, I thought you’d be happier to see me,” he teased.
“I am, I am! I didn’t know who you were—Lauren said you weren’t coming home!”
“I know—I changed my mind, and I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. But I’ve been wrong before,” he said, rubbing his cheek teasingly.
“Don’t be such a baby. Anyway, I’m glad your back. I missed you since last time you were around.”
“I know. That pussy of yours was dripping wet in every picture you sent me where I could see it, ya little slut.”
“DJ!” she said, blushing a little as the hefty woman frowned at the young couple.
“And now, I’m here to give it the fucking it desperately needs.”
She stepped up close to him, lowering her voice to a hiss. “Shhh—you’re gonna get me in trouble!”
“Somehow I doubt that.” He slid his hands down to cup her butt, squeezing softly.
“Did you, um, bring anyone home with you this time?” she asked, too casually.
“Anyone? You mean like, say, Brittney?” DJ replied, grinning. “Nah, she’s with her own family.”
“Oh.” Her disappointment was obvious. “Yeah, that’s cool. Good for her. People should be with loved ones on holidays, after all.”
“I know you were hoping to have some fun with her. I’m sure she’ll be disappointed too.” After reading her journal, he had no doubt. He’d thought Brittney actually had a fairly tame sex drive up until reading that steamy little piece.
“Did you, um, show her any of the pictures?”
“I did. Don’t tell Lauren though—she thinks that’s my own personal spank bank.”
“So like, what did she, you know, think?”
DJ whispered into her ear. “She said she wanted to sink her teeth into your ass the next chance she got.”
Brianne shivered in her arms. “Well then. It’s really too bad she couldn’t come. We could’ve had fun.”
“We still can.” She squirmed a little; he hadn’t forgotten that she leaned heavily towards the lesbian end of the bi spectrum. “In fact—I was going to offer you a chance to fool around with any woman you want. Right here, right now.”
Pink Spandex harrumphed. “Well I never.”
“Starting with her,” DJ said. Brianne playfully swatted him, laughing. The woman paused; she’d been clearly leaving the area, but evidently she thought she’d better stay and tolerate whatever he might want from her. He waved her away with an amused chuckle.
Brianne laughed as the woman shuffled away. “You really think highly of yourself that you can have your pick of any woman here—and in a threesome, no less.”
“Well when I have a prize like this to offer up,” he said, squeezing her tush, “I can’t help but get cocky. Come on—look around. This place is crawling with babes trying to shed the holiday poundage. Bound to be someone you’ve had your eye on.”
“It’s tempting to pick somebody totally out of your league, just to watch you flounder,” she said.
“Do it then. Who do you think is so ‘out of my league’ around here?”
“I guess it’s partially our fault—me and Jody and Lauren—that you got so cocky. I’m going to consider it a mitzvah to help take you back down a few pegs. You need to hear somebody say no to you.”
“Don’t count me out just yet.”
She chuckled. “Suit yourself, stud.” She took his hand and began combing the premises. She eyed a few candidates in particular; the first was a blonde with legs practically up to her elbows leading a pilates class. Then she caught sight of a Latina girl she said she went to school with, then subsequently dismissed her as they’d been in a feud a couple years back, and it wouldn’t be fun to mess with a girl who didn’t like her, even if DJ could pull it off.
He didn’t point out how many girls who had no interest in him he’d been with; let her keep her illusions.
“There,” she said finally. “There. That’s the one.”
DJ looked where she was pointing—it took him a moment to recognize her, as she was all the way across the gym and he’d never known her that well to begin with except by reputation, but there she was.
Taylor Strehan.
“No offense, but I’ve already had her.”
“Oh, I know you have. The whole school knows—maybe the whole town.”
“I thought the whole point here was to challenge me—if I’ve already had sex with her, doesn’t that by definition make her in my league?”
“First off, she hates your guts. Yours and Lauren’s. You totally destroyed her reputation—even without that video getting out, everybody knows it was taken. Max Nicotero offered a thousand bucks for a copy of it. And then there was the party after, and… yeah, nobody’s forgetting that.”
“Except me… I was pretty lit. Anyway, what’s second off?”
“Second, maybe you fucked her, and Lauren fucked her, and half a dozen cheerleaders fucked her—but I didn’t fuck her. So either I get to watch you get socked in the face for the second time today, or I get to screw one of the hottest girls in school. Win win.”
“Man, what is it with you and my face getting smacked?”
“Should’ve brought Brittney,” she smirked. “Now go on—or admit you’re a chickenshit.”
“Fine. Wait for us by the locker room.”
“Aw, but I wanna watch her give you a real smack in the face.”
“You’ll get a show, I promise.”
Brianne pouted, but what was the point in arguing with DJ? She was going to give in to him no matter what he wanted, after all.
“Hi there—Taylor, right?” DJ said as he approached her a couple minutes later, his new trinket in hand.
She turned, recognizing him instantly. “You.” Her face darkened like a thundercloud just before the storm.
“Yep, me. Say, I was wondering if you wanna come have a threesome with me and Brianne. You know her, right? Lauren’s friend?”
She sneered. “That fucking dyke bitch on the cross country team? Ya, I know her.”
“Now let’s clear the air a bit, Taylor. I realize I was… well, kind of harsh on you the last time we met. I hadn’t really meant to let things get so far out of hand.”
“Apology not accepted.” She tried to step past him, but he stalled her with a gentle on her hip. It took next to no pressure; she caved to it instantly.
“I wasn’t apologizing, actually. The thing is, I also know you’re a bully, and you get off on pushing around every girl in school. I’ve heard stories for years from Lauren and her friends on the squad. I remember Lauren having to console Martina Gonzales because you called her a fat hair-lipped toad while she was in the middle of asking a guy to the turnabout dance.”
“I don’t remember doing that.”
“No doubt—I’m sure such trivial events are too common for you to recall. Anyway, my point is this. You’re a bitch, but Brianne thinks you’re cute and I’m going to give you to her. And to me, I guess, to be honest. So you can either play along, be nice, have some fun with it, and we’ll be nice back. Or…”
DJ reached into his pocket and pulled out the bit of string he’d taken from a nearby office. It had a loop tied at the end, and it was impossible to mistake for anything but what it was.
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.”
“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.”