Lisa can’t turn down a free point.

The girls were all silent for a long moment. Lisa suspected she wasn’t the only one seriously considering getting on her knees, and she definitely knew she wasn’t the only one getting slightly turned on at the thought of doing so in front of everyone else. And even one extra point would be pretty meaningful in the last game. Lisa eventually decided that if any of them was going to do it, it should be her. After all, she was the one who dragged them back into this.

“Fine. I’ll do it. There’s no catch, right? I suck you off, and we get to start the next game one point up?”

Chet’s smile stretched from ear to ear as he hooked his hands in his shorts. “That’s right, babe. Drink down this load of DKM cum now, and you’ll be one point closer to never having to take another one.”

Sarah opened her mouth, but whatever words of reproach or encouragement she had died before she could get them out. Beth was just blushing and wiggling in place. Felicia moved close, squeezed Lisa's arm in a reassuring manner, then let her go. “If that’s what you want, Lisa.”

Lisa nodded once more, and walked fully in front of the grinning Bro. Chet dropped his shorts, releasing a large erection, and she heard Beth gasp, and Felicia sigh softly. Lisa reached out and took hold of it carefully, then sunk heavily to her knees. It felt thick, and she could feel her mouth watering in anticipation. Chet pressed his hand on the back of her head, so she opened wide, and started bobbing her head on her second DKM cock of the day.

“Good girl,” said Chet, sending a submissive bolt of pleasure through Lisa and drawing a “Woo!” from the crowd. Brad smiled wide, “That was easy,” he taunted, and Dominator added, “Even if they did win, she’d probably find some excuse to come crawling back for more DKM cum. That one’s a complete slut.” Lisa felt the urge to argue, but with Chet’s meaty cock in her mouth, she had neither the ability nor the grounds to do so. She just kept sliding her head back and forth along Chet’s length, occasionally gagging when it went a little deep, or moaning when the utter depravity of her situation hit her again. She really was a complete slut, wasn’t she? Would beating DKM at a silly game of volleyball matter after everything they've done?

And what would her sisters think of her, after this? They were being oddly silent as Lisa bobbed back and forth along Chet’s frat boy cock…