Lesser of two evils?

"What do I choose?" called Brooklyn.

"Um...anal with Don!" responded Devin.

Brooklyn chose that option.

Response recorded.

"Why that one?"

"Don will be at the barn to finish setting up and the party tonight as he's the Kappy Vice President. I can keep an eye on you. You still think you're doing these things subconsciously?"

"I'm not sure now."

"it can't be magic."

"Yeah, I see that. Let's get breakfast."

The two dressed and went to get smoothies. They then drove to the barn. It was a small farm that had renovated its barn for events like weddings and parties. Some of the frat boys and sorority sisters were there deocorating. Don was there moving some hay bales around. He wore jogging shorts and was shirtless. He was the captain of the lacrosse team and was in great shape.

Devin saw the way Brooklyn stared hungrily at Don. She snapped her fingers in front of Brooklyn's face.

"Oh, yeah. Focus," said Brooklyn.

"Stay near me."

Devin and Brooklyn put up balloons in the colors of the frat and sorority, and Brooklyn kept stealing glances at Don. She felt lust for him and remembered how good the sex was with him before he broke up with her because she was being too "clingy, jealous, and overly chatty, and shallow." They had never done anal, as Brooklyn found the idea of something up her ass repulsive, and it was that idea -never wanting to do anal, little less ass-to-mouth that she clung to to combat her lust.

Devin tried to steer Brooklyn's gaze away from Don and keep her back turned to him.

Later, Devin had to use the bathroom and did not think to invite Brooklyn to come with her. When she returned, Brooklyn and Don were nowhere to be seen. "Oh fuck, are you kidding me?" she asked no one in particular.

Brooklyn had approached Don and asked to speak with him in private. Five minutes later, the two were in a wooded area near the barn. Brooklyn's shorts and panties were at her ankles, she as leaning against a tree, and Don was fucking her up the ass.

"Oh...my...god!" cried Brooklyn. "This is so....fucking...amazing! Oh god!" she soon had an intense orgasm. Being fucked up the ass was the most amazing sexual experience she had ever had. Don was pretty well-hung, and had great stamina, and it was like her anus was like a second pussy with a clit.

As Don railed her ass, Brookly cried out in ecsasy, not caring or even thinking about people hearing her. She orgasmed over and over until Don finally came.

After Don pulled out, a panting, totally satisfied Brooklyn turned around and sank to her knees. She sucked his deflating cock clean and was surprised by how much she loved the taste of cum and her ass. After she finished, she finally realized how she acted and what she had done. "Oh my god. Don, PLEASE don't tell anyone about this. PLEASE!"

"What's with you?" asked Don as he zipped up.

"Promise me."

"Fine. I guess telling everyone about your fart yesterday was enough."

Brooklyn blushed and looked down. Don went back to the barn.

Brooklyn realized cum was dripping from her ass and her pussy was leaking, and she had nothing to clean herself with. She found herself putting a finger in her ass, reaming the cum out and licking it clean. She used her panties to clean up and tossed them into the brush. She pulled her shorts up and sneaked back to the decorating.

Devin saw her and shook her head.

Later, back at the sorority house, Brookly related the story to Devin.

"I find this very hard to believe it's subconscious. I think you're doing these things on purpose."

"I'm not. I'm like totally not."

"When is the next 'Would you rather.?"

Every twelve hours, so eight tonight.

"Leave your phone here. See if that helps."

The party was at 7. Brooklyn dressed in denim booty shorts, and checked shirt tied above her belly button, pig tails, and a pink cowgirl hat as the theme was country. She left her phone back in her bedroom.

At 8:00, the phone dinged. A new Would You Rather challenge popped up.