(What If) Dana looks elsewhere for Brooklyn

The young cheerleader frowned to herself, where could her best friend be? She hadn't answered her phone, hadn't said she was going anywhere, hadn't said she was leaving. Considering other option, Dana began to walk around the compound, looking by the pool, hot tub, and central gazebo. Still, nothing. As she continued to walk around, she heard a voice call out to her. "Are you ok, sweetie?" sang Kaitlyn Simmons, who appeared to be shaking a tablecloth onto the garden. She must have just finished cleaning up after her meal.

"I'm ok Kaity," returned Dana, using the nickname that her neighbor always insisted upon. Apparently it made her feel cute. "I'm just looking for Brooklyn," she explained.

"Oh, she's upstairs with Evan!" Kaitlyn smiled, something in her eyes that Dana couldn't quite make out.

"She's with Evan?" Dana asked in confusion. Brooklyn had never really hung out with the guy alone before like she had.

"I think so. She needed to take a shower, and Evan offered his," she smiled, that mysterious glint deepening. If there was one thing you could say about Kaitlyn Simmons, it was that she doted on her son. "Did you want me to go and get her?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you," said Dana, her hands up and shaking off any inconvenience.

"Well, feel free to go up and join them if you'd like. It's always good to see you coming over to hang out, and I'm glad that Brooklyn is as well now!"

"Uhh, rrrright. Thanks Kaity, I'll head up now," the blonde said, making her way into the house. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Kaitlyn's eyes begin to look almost feral. What was going on, she wondered, as she began heading up the stairs towards Evan's bedroom. Dana's curiosity only increased as she heard what appeared to be a thudding sound, dulled by the wooden ceiling and walls ahead of her. Her heart rate rose as she recalled what she had discovered Jace and Olivia doing. Surely Brooklyn wouldn't...

As she traversed the last of the stairs, Dana now stood at the beginning of the hallway, Evan's room on the other side. It's door was open slightly, letting through the light emanating from inside. That wasn't really what dominated Dana's thoughts, however. No, Dana gulped, that would be the squeak of springs, wet flesh slapping together, Evan grunting and, most of all, her best friends moans of pleasure. Dana's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing coming sharper and more often. She tiptoed towards the door, gently pushing it slightly more open to peek inside. There was no mistaking it.

Brooklyn Robinson, her sweet and innocent best friend, was on her hands and knees on Evan Simmons' bed, as the young man in question pounded vigorously into her from behind. Evan was fucking Brooklyn, and by the look on her face, she was loving it.

Dana's heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Her voice caught in her throat, she had to **** herself to even breathe, let alone say anything. Her eyes could not look away. She had a perfect, side on view of Evan's powerful body, sculpted with muscle, furiously thrust back and forth. Dana caught glimpses of his thick, veiny cock as it partially left Brooklyn's pussy, before sheathing itself with a smack caused by his hips clapping into her amazing ass. the ripples of her ass as it collided with his hips were a hypnotizing sight. Judging by the glistening she could see on his rod and around her lower lips, Brooklyn's pussy was very much enjoying the rough pounding. Dana's eyes widened as her focus came to her best friend. Her body was slick with sweat, her hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed tight, her slack jaw proving that this was very much due to pleasure rather than pain. Brooklyn's large tits swung back and forth underneath her, occasionally restrained as Evan reached under her to grope a breast or squeeze a nipple. his hand would go back to gripping her wide hips, red marks showing how tightly he gripped her.

A few things happened, one after the other. Evan raised his free hand, before bringing it down with a slap against Brooklyn's amazing ass, leaving his hand there to squeeze and rub. "Fuck me, your ass is just perfect," he grunted, before someone picking up his already fast paced thrusting.

Brooklyn let out a moan of unadulterated pleasure, her face sinking into the mattress as her upper body gave out on her. Her ass was now accentuated by the curve of her back, raised as if in presentation to the beast behind her. "Oh fuck!" she wined, her speech jumping along with each thrust. "FuCk Me, ThAt'S sO gOoD! So FuCkInG gOoOoOd!" Her best friend, who had almost never sworn in her life, was cursing like a sailor as she was stuffed full by a constant tempo of dick.

And Dana? Dana very quickly came to the realization that this was indeed the hottest thing she had ever scene. Her nipples had hardened as she watched her two friends in the throes of passion, and she had to squeeze her thighs tightly together to try and deal with the heat she felt below. The crazy thing was, it wasn't just Evan making her feel this way. Dana knew that, for some reason, seeing her friend get fucked like a rag-doll was making her react in a way that she normally reserved for guys like Evan, David and Jace.

So engrossed in the scene in front of her, Dana was caught unawares by the heated whisper in her ear. "Aren't they just amazing?" Kaitlyn panted behind her, the taller woman's face just above her shoulder. It was all Dana could to do hold back her yelp of fright. "Mmm, look at them go."

"Kaity!" Dana hissed, keeping her voice low enough to not be heard by the rutting couple. "What are you doing?"

"The same thing you're doing," she whispered. "I'm watching the show."

"B-But... he's your son?" she questioned, eyes open wide as she looked back over her shoulder to the older woman.

"He takes after my side too," she smirked. "His dad could never fuck like that."

Dana was lost for words. "I... Why... How... What..."

"Don't try and make sense of it sweetie, just enjoy it," Kaitlyn looked down at her with knowing eyes."Just watch how good he's fucking her." Dana herself turned her head to look back at her friends going at it. Once more, she couldn't look away. "I always knew that they would eventually do something like this. My boy has such a love of girls with big booties, and Brooklyn has the best in town."

Dana simply nodded, her vision transfixed on the rippling of her best friends ass as it rocked back and forth with Evan's hungry thrusting. "It's... It's amazing," she conceded, squeezing her thighs together even tighter to relieve the build up of tension. The string of expletives coming from Brooklyn's mouth as Evan continued to fuck her with enthusiasm implied that she agreed with the blonde's words. Dana still couldn't really comprehend her usually mild mannered best friend's vocabulary change.

"It is, isn't it," Kaitlyn purred as she pulled Dana's body back into hers, not far enough to miss the action. "You like watching Brooklyn's yummy body like this?" she asked, rubbing her hands up and down Dana's bare shoulders.

Dana slowly nodded. Her control of the situation had long gone, and her shocked and aroused state only allowed her to go wherever Kaitlyn was going to take her.

"Now that is interesting," the older brunette cooed quietly, joy apparent in her voice. "Little Dana likes both. Very interesting indeed."

"N-No," Dana protested weakly. "I don't. I- I just-"

"Shhh," Kaitlyn whispered, her hands sliding down Dana's shoulders, coming to a gentle rest on her hips. "There's nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all."

Again, Dana nodded.

Brooklyn let out a moan of pleasure, her hips dropping to the mattress as the rest of her body gave away in leg shaking orgasm. The two voyeurs continued to watch as Evan continued to fuck the thick brunette through one orgasm into another.

"Oh, here comes the best part!" Kaitlyn whispered in glee. When had the older woman's hand slipped up Dana's tank top to fondle her breast? When had Kaitlyn's other hand slipped into Dana's shorts to rub her engorged clitoris? Dana didn't know the answer to either question. Dana was even more unsure as to why she really didn't mind. This was definitely something she needed to think about, but not now. Kaitlyn's hands knew what they were doing, that's for sure.

True to the Simmons matriarch's word, the best was yet to come. Brooklyn lay limply on the bed, her luscious body facing down into the mattress. Evan, meanwhile, had taken to a new position. The linebacker had positioned himself above Brooklyn's prone form, and was pounding into Brooklyn's fat ass with an intensity that shocked the onlooking blonde. His hips loudly slapped into Brooklyn's ass with each thrust, the wetness from her pussy adding a deliciously sinful accent to his rhythm. He looked like he wanted to break her.

Kaitlyn had been busy herself. She had pulled Dana's top further up, giving her easy access to the young cheerleaders breasts as she sucked in breath after breath. Her other hand continued to work Dana's pussy, now wet with her own arousal. Her middle finger had slipped through Dana's tight lips, and was now massaging her inner wall. Dana felt her knees begin to buckle, holding back a whimper of her own. Kaitlyn's fingers continued to massage the scorching inner walls of her slick pussy, her hand on her breast pinching and twisting her nipple. Dana's own arms were locked behind Kaitlyn's neck, pulling her tight as the older woman suckled at the sensitive spot on Dana's neck.

With a roar of climax, Evan thrust his hips down one last time, sheathing his cock to the cult inside Brooklyn's thoroughly well fucked pussy. He looked like he was trying to push through her ass, so bury his cock even deeper within. Brooklyn let out a groan of unbridled pleasure. Dana was no prude, she knew exactly what was happening. Evan was pumping her best friend full of cum, and her best friend was absolutely loving every bit of it.

"Evaaaan!" she whined as he filled her with his load. This only seemed to please the young man, as he gave one more thrust before collapsing on top of her. The two lovers lay panting.

Kaitlyn's fingers worked overtime, bringing the petite cheerleader to the point of coming undone herself. The older woman bit down on the sensitive spot on Dana's neck, pinched and twisted her erect nipple, smashed her palm against her clitoris, and sunk a third finger into Dana's pussy.

The young blonde didn't stand a chance. As Dana witnessed her neighbor spill his seed inside her best friend, the older woman behind her whispered, "I can't wait until it's your turn."

Kaitlyn spun Dana around, her fingers not leaving her pussy, and latched on to the younger blonde's lips with her own. Dana grunted in surprise, then melted as the older woman's tongue breached her mouth and collided with her own tongue. The two wet muscles wrapped around each other, Dana instantly submitting to Kaitlyn's domineering tongue which swirled around in her mouth. Dana's legs finally gave out on her as she climaxed, with only Kaitlyn pressing her into the wall and holding her upright preventing her from falling to the floor. Gradually, Dana was able to stand with her own power, watching in shock as a strand of saliva connected their lips as Kaitlyn pulled back. The older woman pulled her fingers from Dana's throbbing pussy, stared her in the eyes, and licked the younger woman's juices from them.

"Yummy," she whispered.

Dana couldn't respond, only following orders as Kaitlyn turned her back to face the bedroom.

"Fuck, your pussy is perfect," Evan grunted to Brooklyn, still catching his breath. "I've cum in you twice already, but I'm still hard. It's your slutty body's fault," he declared, giving her perfect ass another slap. Brooklyn simply mewled in pleasure. Evan turned her head around to face him, delivering a searing kiss which she returned with a mix of resignation and lust. The muscled young man thrust again into Brooklyn's delicious rump, swallowing her whimpers and moans without breaking their erotic kiss.

Dana stood wide-eyed, finally recovering her bearings. Finally, the young blonde ripped herself from Kaitlyn's clutches, a million thoughts running through her head. All she knew is that she had to escape, she didn't think she would survive another round.