Courtney didn’t know whether to be boiling angry or completely understanding.
Every time she grew angry with Brad she had to remind herself that it wasn’t his fault. He was sick. Like a cancer victim. Except instead of disease eating his cells from the inside out, the sickness turned his cock fat and his appetite insatiable. In many ways it was amazing for her; she had to be one of the luckiest women alive. Maybe she simply had to expect that good and bad often held hands.
Courtney’s sex had never been better, and her pussy nowhere remotely close to so happy. If she lived with a professional chef, she would probably have delicious food to eat each night for dinner, and would also probably hate herself whenever she stepped on the scale. Maybe she could love Brad, and his giant dick that went well past pleasing her whenever she wanted, and even when she was too tired or spent to truly enjoy it, but that meant being with a man who — as much as she loved him — simply didn’t have what it took to be faithful.
Because he was sick. Like cancer.
If Courtney was really honest with herself, some of the best times she had ever had with Brad were after he came home from Willow — like the other day. So what did she have to gain from making him keep that locked up inside him? Was she really better off after having him go to the sex-addict meetings?
Maybe not.
Courtney traded the bedroom for the living room, intending to make small talk with Spatz for a few minutes, mostly just to see if she could make him more comfortable before she went back to sleep, but he had already beat her to it, snoring on the pullout couch while hugging one of her favorite pillows — the giant one, striped in dusty pink and chocolate brown — and drooling on the fabric.
Fuck. Now I have to get rid of the pillow.
Courtney flipped off the living room light, went into the bathroom, then closed and locked the door behind her.
She started the bath, and as she listened to the water pour, an image came to her mind that had hit her brain many times before:
Her hand drew Willow’s face to her lips, kissing the suspect hard, then caressing her wet flesh with a series of long, soft kisses, just loud enough to hear above the hush — where were they? Oh, a strip club, Bottoms UP! — in the still between songs. Courtney’s hand drifted from Willow’s head, down to her swollen breasts, then pulled her nipples into her mouth. She could hear Brad behind her.
“Grayson?! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She remained silent, focused on Willow; still caressing her body, now grabbing her ass and squeezing it tight. The music came back, loud through the speakers. Every man in the club was either screaming or staring.
“FUCK YEAH!”
“Give her the scissors!”
“Sit on her face!”
“69!”
Willow was everywhere, all over her body, flicking her thumb across Courtney’s nipples and through her shirt with one hand while the other rubbed her pussy through her slacks.
She was soaking wet, squirming under Willow’s touch.
“Someone shove something inside me,” she begged. “Pleeeeeeassse ... ”
Her body rattled toward Willow, inching toward orgasm as the woman they should have been taking into custody slipped her hips between Courtney’s parted legs. She yelled as Willow swiveled her hips in wide circles, grinding against her cunt.
She could feel Brad behind her, wanting them both.
He screamed her name.
Like always, the memory — if that’s what it was — made Courtney’s cunt hot enough to bake cookies, and like always she had no idea whether the “memory” was only a figment of her imagination. She remembered getting to the Bottoms UP! strip club in pursuit of Willow, but everything went foggy after that, until they were outside of the club in the bright light of day with Willow nowhere to be found.
I’ll ask Brad again, he’ll tell me the truth now.
She could have asked him many times already. The reason she hadn’t was because she was afraid of what would happen if she did. Courtney had always been a one-person lover, and the thought of a threesome had never really appealed to her. It wasn’t that she was a prude so much as that she didn’t see how a threesome could possibly add to intimacy, and intimacy is what Courtney loved most about sex.
Yet, whenever she had the memory and felt Brad’s desire beating behind her, no less powerful for including Willow in his throb, she wanted to be a part of it, too.
At three-quarters full, Courtney stopped the tub, stripped naked, looked in the mirror and admired her trim figure, pert breasts and clearly aroused nipples — pointing straight at the mirror as though attempting escape from her areola. She smiled, then dipped into the hot water, knowing what she was about to do.
Courtney fondled her breasts with her right hand, gently tugging at her nipples, as her left hand slithered softly down her skin, nested between her parted legs, and began their delicious work.
She closed her eyes and imagined:
Willow was down on her knees, swallowing Brad’s cock, jacking his shaft, and tickling his balls as Courtney stood by his side, watching him unfasten each button on her dress shirt, moaning from the cock sucking below, but keeping his eyes focused on her.
Courtney fondled his balls while Willow licked him up and down his shaft, circling his dicktip with her tongue as she looked up at him, smiling like a well-paid whore.
Brad stood behind Courtney, his hands all over her breasts, softly grazing her nipples and the skin beneath while his lips paid mind to her mouth, shoulders and neck.
Once Courtney was down to her panties she fell to her knees beside Willow. The two of them shared his cock, pipe hard between their four lips, sliding back and forth on the shaft — from base to tip like a harmonica — until Willow pulled away, said, “Open up,” and shoved Courtney’s face hard onto Brad’s thickened shaft.
Brad’s hands slapped the back of her head, pushing her into his dick until it tapped at her throat and caused her to gag. He held her head for a minute, then pulled out and lowered his mouth to hers, as if to say he was sorry.
Courtney pulled herself from Brad while Willow kept slowly stroking his shaft.
Courtney looked at his cock with longing.
Willow turned to her smiling. “Is this what you want?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” Courtney whimpered and nodded.
“Beg for it then.”
“Please,” her breath was heavy. “Please can I have it?”
Willow complied by rubbing the tip of Brad’s dick across the flat of her tongue, then he helped out by popping his cock in and out of Courtney’s open, hungry chew hole, over and over as she used her breath and tongue and head to get as much as she could inside, then keep it there.
“Stand up!” Willow ordered, in control.
Willow was gorgeous, with cascading hair falling in waves just above her black bustier, matching her black panties and stockings. Brad stood behind Courtney again, pulling her head toward the ceiling by gently tugging her hair, his fingers cupping her chin as Willow bent nearly 90 degrees as he licked her tits from the front.
Courtney was lost, swimming in pleasure as Willow squeezed her breasts together and mashed her face between them. She finished, pulled her head from Courtney, then ordered her onto the bed that suddenly appeared between them.
Willow peeled Courtney’s white panties past her ankles then ordered her to spread her legs.
Willow smiled up at Brad, standing on Courtney’s far side. She flattened her palm, then ran it up and down Courtney’s pussy, turning her flame from red to blue.
“I don’t know, Brad,” Willow looked up at Courtney’s man. “Her pussy seems so awfully small, are you sure you’re going to be able to fit your big, giant, Red Breath-blooded dick inside it?”
Without a word, Brad curled two fingers toward his wrist, held them with his thumb, and slipped the remaining pair into Courtney’s sopping hole. She screamed as he sloshed in and out for several thrusts, then withdr
ew his fingers and smiled wide, nodding at Willow.
Willow took over, inspecting Courtney’s pussy — spreading it apart and slipping her fingers inside, one at a time and still in control. “I don’t know, “ she said. “I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it.”
“I promise,” Courtney frantically nodded. “I can, I can.”
Willow ignored her protests and buried her face between Courtney’s legs as Brad pulled Courtney’s face toward him and shoved his dick into her mouth. She took it as if famished, getting sloppy up top while Willow made her sloppy below. Just as Courtney was about to cum, Willow pulled away, teasing her, then slipped two fingers back into her cunt and said, “I don’t know. You barely seem like you can take a couple of fingers.”
“I can, I can,” Courtney repeated her promise. “I can take his dick. I’ve done it before. I’m used to it now, I swear.”
As if to prove she could handle the size, Courtney returned to Brad’s cock, fucking it hard with her mouth while Willow returned to her pussy, licking Courtney’s clit while she shoved a single finger furiously in and out.
Brad, still not saying a word, swiveled his hips while Courtney drooled all over his shaft, popping it out from her mouth with a plop and making it look like he dipped his dick in a bucket of spit.
Drool dripped from the tip. Willow said, “I think she’s ready.”
Courtney looked like a lifetime of prayers was finally answered.
Brad pulled Courtney to the edge of the bed and parted her legs as Willow crawled behind her.
He positioned his dick, smiling from above as Courtney stared up at him, craven from below. He entered her.
Courtney screamed, then screamed louder.
Brad fucked her like it was an assault, hooking a thumb into her mouth and muffling her scream to a whimper. He kept on thrusting, in and out, in and out while Willow kneaded her tits from behind. The room’s only sounds were the slosh slosh slosh slosh slosh slosh slosh slosh from Brad’s relentless fucking, and Courtney’s deafening repeats of OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!
Willow held Courtney down, purring, “Does the little girl like the big dick?” as Brad fucked her harder and faster.
She came, hard, so hard she thought she might die.
“Did you just cum?” Willow asked, as Courtney fell from her rapture.
Courtney nodded yes, like a scared girl unsure of what might happen next. “Kiss me,” she begged.
Willow kissed her; long and hard as Brad slowed himself to a steady sloshing. After a few minutes of kissing, Brad dragged Courtney onto the floor and — still silent — ordered her to suck his dick using only his eyes.
Willow was jealous, or wanted her turn. She stripped the black bustier from her body, then fought for her turn beside Courtney, ripping the dick from her mouth and shoving it between her lips. For several minutes they took turns swallowing cock. Whoever had the empty mouth was shoving fingers into their pussy.
Brad commanded them to stop, using only a finger, then sent Willow up to the bed using the same wagging digit.
She lay flat on her back, inviting Courtney over with a smile that could only come from a succubus. Willow nodded toward her stockings. Courtney peeled them from her body, then balled them onto the floor, peeled Willow’s panties next, and without needing direction, did what she had never done before by filling her mouth with the sweet taste of pussy.
“Good girl,” Willow said, raising one leg to widen the target. She planted a soft palm on the back of Courtney’s head and pushed her face deeper into her dripping wet cunt.
Courtney stabbed her tongue in and out of Willow, flicking her clit and lapping along its length, just as she would have wanted Brad to do to her. He might have been jealous when Courtney said, “I love licking your pussy,” because his dick suddenly shot through Willow’s legs from behind and landed inside Courtney’s open mouth.
Courtney wanted more, but so did Willow. She said, “My turn,” then spun to Brad, and pushed him back on the mattress. He smiled up at Willow, winked at Courtney, then held his dick at the base, so it was pointing straight at the ceiling — long as a ruler and fat as a bat — waiting for Willow to sit.
She did, facing Courtney, and started to ride Division 69’s best agent reverse cowgirl.
Faster and faster she went, as he held her by the hips, raising her up and slamming her back down, hard on his pelvis. Courtney crawled beside Brad on the bed and kissed him sloppy on the mouth while she fucked herself with her fingers.
Brad pulled away and nodded up at Willow. Courtney crawled from him to her and started rubbing Willow’s clit with two fingers on one hand and herself with two from the other.
“How does that feel?” Courtney asked Willow.
Willow could only whimper.
It felt good to turn the tables.
“I need it harder,” Willow said, then pulled away from Brad and got on all fours.
Brad spread her cheeks and buried his face in her ass as Willow and Courtney kissed in the front. He licked his fingers, rubbing two of them fast all along the back of her dirthole.
Willow whimpered again.
“What’s he doing now?” Courtney asked.
“He’s being nasty,” Willow panted, “so so nasty.”
“Is his finger in your asshole?” Courtney asked, somehow knowing.
“Yes,” she screamed.
“Does it feel good?”
“YES!” she screamed again, three times louder.
Brad spread Willow’s lower lips like parting curtains, then eased his dick inside the sloppy opening. Courtney watched as Willow’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she bit her bottom lip, staring at her gorgeous swaying tits as Brad started to pound her from behind. She couldn’t make words, but Willow’s moans said plenty.
Finally, Willow managed, “Do you want to see?”
Courtney nodded, then crawled back behind Brad and watched him fuck Willow for more than a minute, until he pulled out of her pussy and shoved himself back into Courtney’s mouth.
“You better clean that up,” Willow turned to Courtney and said as she attacked Brad’s dick like a cock hungry slut, sucking her pussy juice up from the shaft.
“Do you like the taste of me?” Willow asked
“Uh huh,” Courtney whimpered, still lapping. “It tastes so good.”
Following an overwhelming need to touch her, Courtney popped Brad’s dick out of her mouth, put it back into Willow, then went up to the front and started playing with her swinging tits while Brad resumed fucking Willow from behind.
Willow started whimpering, so hard that for the first time Courtney thought she might actually be in pain. Courtney kneaded her tits harder and said, “Do you like that?”
Willow spun her head, furrowed her brow, then said, “Shut your mouth while I’m getting fucked,” then twisted her body, planted a foot on Brad’s chest and flipped around so her back was flat against the mattress.
Courtney showed her compliance by zipping a finger across her lips, then attacked Willow’s tits as Brad continued to relentlessly pound her.
Willow screamed and moaned and bit her fingers; gasping for air as she curled her fingers tight into the sheets and begged Brad to, “Please, please, please FUCK ME HARDER!”
Brad did, for more than a minute until Courtney demanded her turn. She spun to Brad, glaring, and shoved him hard enough to pop his cock from Willow.
Courtney climbed onto Willow’s stomach and shoved her ass up into Brad. “My turn,” she growled. “Fuck me.”
She expected Willow to be mad, but apparently unrelenting orgasms had put her in the perfect mood. She cooed to Courtney, “Are you going to get more of his dick now? Are you going to get fucked?”
Courtney nodded, Brad split her middle, and she exhaled with a six-second moan, finishing with a squeal that rolled into a scream.
“You better thank him,” Willow teased from beneath her. “Thank him for fucking you. You’re here in our time together, G
rayson. But we’re so glad to have you.”
“Thank you,” Courtney moaned. “Thank you so much.”
After another few seconds of pounding, Courtney crashed into the loudest, hardest, most intense orgasm of her life. She pressed her palms hard into Willow, screaming, so dizzy she could barely make a thought. Her thank you’s turned into stutters and a seemingly endless series of gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme until Brad finally pulled out, pushed Courtney down to the bed, and spoke for the first time.
“Finish me off,” he pointed to the longest, thickest and hardest dick Courtney had ever seen.
She swallowed it with no more than two seconds between order and compliance, jacking from the bottom while sucking sloppy at the top.
Willow was on all fours beside her, asking questions with obvious answers.
Are you gonna finish him off?
Are you gonna make him cum?
Are you gonna take his load in your mouth?
As Courtney finished, Willow swung a leg over Brad’s face so he could eat her like she was his only dinner, then reached over to give Courtney a hand.
Courtney pulled her mouth from Brad’s dick to give Willow room, then held him tight at the base, his throbber so thick she couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around it. With the other hand she fondled his balls.
Willow furiously jacked Brad at the tip, no friction but plenty of sloppy sounds from Courtney’s gallon of spit.
“There it is!” Willow shouted as Brad’s cock throbbed in their hands, then shot like a cannon. Everywhere.
Cum landed on Willow’s face, and Courtney’s, up in a thick trail along Brad’s stomach — from belly button to raised chin — and all over the mattress, and in both overheated women’s hot, hungry mouths as they gobbled at air to catch as much as they could.
Courtney lowered her lips to Brad’s stomach and started slurping the cum from his skin, then smiled at Willow and went to kiss her. Brad stared at them sharing his seed as Courtney opened her eyes.
There he was in real life, standing three feet from the bathtub, smiling.
Courtney flushed red.
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