by Rowena
My desire suddenly surges, and I once more find myself on the verge of becoming a one-track-minded animal.
Courtney pulls away from me a bit to look up at me, and I swear it looks like she’s about to lift her face to mine to share a kiss with me—our first.
But Brick clears his throat behind us, breaking the moment.
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” he says, but I barely acknowledge he’s speaking.
I realize Courtney’s breathing is different, and not because of panic this time.
I can feel the desire emanating from her—she wants me too. She wants me now.
“We might as well get it over with, Brick,” she says, confusing me for a moment, but it soon dawns on me what she means as her eyes remain on me.
“I need it,” she whispers to me.
I glance at Brick, and he looks as confused as I felt initially.
Courtney then makes her way over to the bed, plopping her perfect bare ass on the side of it, about midway.
She slowly opens her legs as she sits on the edge, and my cock swells even more.
“Come lick me,” she says in a voice I’ve never heard her use—firm and completely in control.
The authoritative command in it turns me on, especially since it’s directed toward the twerp who obviously had the upper hand outside of this room in his more powerful social position, but who she now feels free to boss around, I guess.
Although I’m feeling possessive of her body, I sure as hell want her to get revenge or whatever it is she needs right now. I want her to have what she wants—what she really wants—in every way.
Brick makes his way over, and I notice he doesn’t look aroused in the least.
What’s with this guy?
But he obeys, walking over to her then dropping to his knees in front of her.
I grab my cock, partially to wrangle the needy son-of-a-bitch somehow before I grab the newcomer and throw him against a wall and then cover Courtney with my body before shoving my throbbing cock inside her.
My need to bury it in her tight depths is growing, so I need to control myself somehow.
Plus, I still want her to give in and beg me for it.
Brick positions himself for optimal licking, his face a mere inch or two away from her juicy cunt, and he looks really nervous.
He darts his tongue out tentatively, taking one swipe before pulling back and looking at it.
“Pretty weird up close,” he actually says, and the urge to sock him rages through me once more.
He sticks his tongue out again for another swipe.
“Keep going,” Courtney says, “Keep licking.”
I swear, it looks like he swallows before doing as she asked—like he actually had to take a moment to give himself a brief pep talk, an assurance that once it’s done, it’ll all be over with and he won’t ever have to do it again. It’s like he’s reminding himself there are worse things he could be forced to do.
I mean, seriously, what the fuck? The privilege, the honor of tasting and pleasuring the beauty in front of him and he’s stumbling? Hesitating?
What, is he a fucking virgin too?
Then he starts licking her like a dog—lick after lick after lick—which could work for her, I guess.
I watch Courtney’s face to see what she likes, to pick up when he hits just the right spot and mentally file for later.
She’s okay with some of it, but she seems frustrated by his efforts for the most part.
Finally, she says, “Jesus Christ, have you never done this before? Suck on me, Brick! Make out with my pussy lips. Lick my fucking clit!”
Holy shit, her words are driving me insane.
My hand moves harder and faster over my demanding cock.
“I haven’t,” Brick says as he stops licking and looks up at her. “Done this before, I mean.”
Courtney’s eyes find mine, and I see the silent plea in them before they drop to where I’m pumping my loaded cock.
She bites her lip as she stares at it, and that’s fucking it.
I head over to her, intent on pleasuring both of us.
She grabs the back of Brick’s head and says, “Try again” firmly while her eyes remain steadily on me.
She’s obviously welcoming me, but I’m not sure what her plans are logistically since she’s keeping Brick between her legs.
As soon as I’m close enough, she reaches her arms out toward me, and by her actions and the look on her face, I understand that she wants me to kiss her.
I happily oblige, my hand leaving my jutting cock to cradle the back of her head as our mouths meet for the first time, our lips pressing and pulling before opening to allow each other in.
I probe her mouth with my tongue, following her down as she lies back on the bed, Brick still between her shapely legs, eating her cunt.
I reach out and grab one of her tits as I kiss her, moving from one to the other with my hand, eventually breaking our kiss to close my mouth over her boob instead.
She lets out a deep groan of pleasure, encouraging me to continue, and I move to her other boob.
“It’s getting really wet down here,” Brick complains, and I pull away to look her in the eyes.
“I should probably take it from here,” I say.
“Please,” she begs, and I shove Brick out of the way, barely noticing him lose his balance as he flops to the ground.
“Take notes,” I say as I replace him between her legs, and load moans are escaping Courtney’s delicate throat in seconds.
I munch on her slick, warm lips, tickling her most sensitive parts with my tongue, teasing her dripping entrance with the promise of penetration.
“Dustin!” she says, her voice completely different now, filled with need and desperation.
I know what she really wants, and that was a beg if I ever heard one.
I climb over her, covering her slim, naked body with mine, then stare at her closed eyes, waiting for her to open them as I plant myself between her legs.
When those baby blues are looking at me, I rub the head of my dick in her juices, which makes her close her eyes and moan again.
She starts moving her hips, undulating against my tease, as if trying to trick me into going in somehow.
But we both know no tricks are necessary.
I position my engorged tip at her wet hole, then I lean down to kiss her before driving forward.
I start pushing inside her, taking care not to rip through her, needing her to be able to take the upcoming pounding without unnecessary additional pain.
I slowly carve out my path inside her, my cock parting her slick, tight walls while she squirms deliciously beneath me, feminine whimpers fluttering through the air.
I push through all her resistance, her virginal tunnel squeezing my cock as I sink deeper and deeper, accommodating me with effort.
Even though I haven’t bottomed out inside her, I pull back to lift my cock out a bit before pushing it back inside her warmth. I do this a few more times, pulling out and pushing back inside her, going a little deeper until there is no more resistance, though her snug fit still squeezes me like a too-small glove. With her wetness, though, it only increases my pleasure as I thrust in and out of her.
Soon, I’m grinding into her hard, the animal inside me breaking out of its cage, and she is crying out beneath me as I pound her tight pussy.
My balls start to draw up, and I can feel her body tightening, ushering her toward climax simultaneously.
The tension building inside her drives me faster toward my own orgasm, and soon, I am roaring my climax as I come inside her, her pussy clamping down on my throbbing dick as she comes all over it, pulsing and pulsing and pulsing.
My cock drowns in juices as I shoot my load deep inside her, spurt after satisfied spurt.
I collapse on top of her as her slim body finally relaxes into the bed after freezing in orgasm.
I hope I didn’t hurt as I rode her rough and hard once I finally lost all control.
10
Courtney
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck!
That was intense.
And oh my god, he’s still buried inside me—thick and throbbing.
I don’t know what happened to me—I feel sort of unraveled now, all soft and gooey, and not just physically.
It’s like something inside me came loose, some sort of rope inside me unwinding and leaving me raw, exposed, vulnerable as it leaves my body, invisible. But the other end has firmly tied itself to Dustin.
Maybe this is what the intimacy of sex usually does—your physical connection gives you a temporary (I hope) emotional attachment.
God, I hope it fades away soon—I feel too cracked open like this. It’s like Dustin fucked the sense out of me!
At this moment, all I want is to be with him. As in, from now on, forever and ever. Forget all my previous plans, forget my parents’ wishes. Fuck everybody, really—just give me Dustin!
Please go away soon, stupid feelings.
Maybe once Dustin actually pulls out of me, I’ll start to get my senses back.
That’s got to be when the spell gets broken, right?
Makes sense—break the physical connection, the rest follows.
Dustin groans, deep and long, the sound infused with utter satisfaction.
The sound rumbles through me, traveling through my body slowly, deliciously—a pleasing remnant of our animal act that actually makes me smile as I hold him closer to me.
God, I don’t ever want to let go.
This feels perfect. Right.
His large, broad body on top of mine, his cock buried inside me, my soft breasts squashed against his hard chest…
“Perfect,” I purr.
“Hm?” he says, turning his face to me and making me realize I’d spoken out loud.
“Nothing. Just… I’m glad this…that we…”
“Guess we’re out of here soon,” Brick says flatly.
I turn to him in mild surprise, having long ago forgotten he was there.
My heart sinks at his words.
He’s right, isn’t he?
We fulfilled all of our duties pretty much in one go. What else is there?
But I don’t want to be done with Dustin just yet—I don’t want to go!
I suddenly realize Brick is sort of a mess—as in he’s got some sort of liquid smeared on his hand and part of his stomach.
I quickly realize it’s sperm—he came all over himself.
Did he get off on watching us? Is he like the freaky billionaire?
Wait a minute, he’s not actually...
“Delightful,” the familiar but still creepy voice says, filling the room. “That was absolutely wonderful—satisfying in so many ways. Watching Dustin seethe as he realized he had to share you, watching Chad struggle against his nature…”
Something pricks me at those words. What the hell does he mean by Chad’s nature?
“…and, of course, you, Courtney, finally giving in to what you’ve wanted this whole time. Beyond these parameters. Ah, I’m almost disappointed it’s almost over.”
“Almost?” Dustin says.
I’m a little disappointed he doesn’t seem as excited about the possibility of the two of us spending a little more time together.
I really don’t care Brick’s here—he’s obviously not the one for me, and I kind of knew it before we even ended up here.
Not that I’m saying Dustin’s the one—now that his cock has slipped from me, I can think a little clearer now.
“Why, yes! Unfortunately, since you failed to deliver the original product on time, I reserve my right to change the terms as I please.” He laughs. “Yes, obviously that’s been the case from the beginning, but I wasn’t lying to you then—had you not been so stubborn, I truly would have released you if you had fulfilled the initial demand, but alas. Now, my curiosity has been piqued in another way, and since Chad just got here, it would be a shame for him to leave already, don’t you agree? I mean, is it fair that he should get to leave after mere hours? I don’t think so.”
“Actually, I think the three of us are totally fine with taking off if…” I begin.
“Trust me, you’ll want to stay for this,” the voice says, and I have to admit, my own curiosity piques.
I know it could be bad for me—who knows what new perversion the freak has dreamed up?—but I’m really interested in finding out.
Plus, it means I get to spend a little more time with Dustin.
“This being…?” Dustin says.
“You’ll see,” our captor replies. “I’ll return later with the instructions.”
We all glance at each other.
But how bad could it be, really? Does the billionaire freak want a threesome? Because that’s not hard—the three of us were pretty close to one before.
So I might have to end up with two holes filled, so what? Maybe even give up my butt virginity, who cares? That’s fine with me too.
Maybe I’m still not actually thinking clearly.
Dustin grabs my hand and pulls me toward the shower with him.
“You two sure are cozy,” Brick says in a falsely casual tone.
“Ya think?” Dustin says without looking at him, sending me a wink.
“If I didn’t know any better…”
“Go with your gut there, buddy,” Dustin says. Then as he calibrates the shower spray, he says, “If there’s one time I really wish we had some sort of door or curtain…”
I catch a glimpse of Brick and the look on his face fills me with sympathy.
I can’t read it—it looks sort of sad and longing, and I can’t help feeling bad for him, even as I go with Dustin’s flow.
“We’ll leave the shower on for you,” is all I manage to say to him.
Brick turns away, and with his attention off of us, I soon forget his presence again.
Dustin and I soap each other, taking time to touch and rub every corner, every curve, every bulge.
We’re grinning at each other like kids, and I briefly get a sense memory of us when we were younger—the carefree joy we felt with each other, the strong sense that he and I were meant to be.
Dustin’s lips cover mine and my mind blanks.
I am just a mass of euphoric feelings, joyous sensations.
We hold each other as the water slides down our naked bodies, taking some soap with it.
Eventually, my mind fully returns to the present with awareness of our damp nudity, the memory of him inside me.
I can still feel him—the dull ache left behind.
But even with the residual soreness, my pussy starts pulsing with need, and I’m wet beyond the shower’s droplets.
“I want you again,” Dustin growls. “But I’m not sure you can take it.”
My nipples tingle, the pitter-patter of lukewarm drops on my heated skin doing nothing to calm me.
“I’m willing to try,” I say.
Dustin doesn’t bother to dry us off first, and I don’t feel like considering the consequences of our horny actions as Dustin takes us back to the bed.
“I’ll be gentler this time,” he says as he lays me on my back, spreads my legs, then plants himself between them.
He kisses me again, his tongue swirling around my mouth as his cock brushes against my slick entrance.
True to his word, he pushes in slowly, then rocks into me with gentle rhythmic strokes, eventually taking me to the edge of orgasm. He sends me over as he as rubs my clit with his thumb while fucking my pussy with his thick, long rod.
11
Brick
It’s like I’m not even here.
How could they?
Sure, I understand somewhat what’s going on now—we’re being held captive by a horny madman who gets off on watching other people have sex—people who aren’t supposed to, it seems. I get it.
But do these two have to sell it so hard?
We already did everything asked of us!
They realiz
ed they fucked up not getting it on and getting out of here sooner, but is a second round really necessary? No one’s getting extra credit here.
I mean, watching them in the shower was kind of erotic, I’ll admit it.
I turned away at first, feeling sort of voyeuristic myself as they got in and started making goo-goo eyes at other.
They didn’t even realize when I turned back around and started watching them again, they were so into what they were doing, and once again, I found myself sucked into what they were doing too.
God, I came twice watching them earlier—when Dustin shoved me out of the way and took over eating Courtney’s pussy, my eyes ended up on him.
His back is so broad and strong-looking, his arms bulging with muscle.
His ass is high and firm, his cock...
Damn, I could sculpt him—he has an amazing form.
I started tugging my dick while he ate my girl, my eyes on his every movement, greedily taking in his masculine perfection.
I felt no jealousy—not even when he climbed on top of her and brought his cock to her dripping pussy.
Well, not the kind of jealousy Courtney would expect from her boyfriend being forced to watch some other man take what she’s been saving for me.
Watching him enter her, his cock slowly disappearing inside her body got me close to the edge.
With his first real pump, his ass cheeks clenching with his thrust, I was done, and then as he rode her wildly later, I came again, unable to tear my eyes away from those perfect hips of his as he plowed into her, his ass cheeks contracting hard with each powerful thrust into her lucky vagina, her tits jiggling all over the place.
And now they’re at it again, and once more, I’m drawn like a moth to a flame.
Once more, my eyes get stuck on the rippling muscles of his arms and back, the contractions of his ass as he shoves his huge cock deep inside her again and again and again while holding her arms down and staring into her eyes intently as she looks up at him helplessly.
She wraps her legs around him, and I focus on his cock playing peek-a-boo at her pussy’s entrance, his balls slapping against her asshole.
This time, I come the same time as them, groaning my release as my hand continues to beat my cock in its final waves of climax.