DITW 14-24: Odyssey 19

Amy’s eyes widened with shock. Kimmy pushed Devlin’s hand away, saying, “Lay back. Let me watch her suck it.”

Devlin lay back, smiling the whole time, engrossed. Devlin was the entitled prince. Devlin had it all, and the two women in his room worshipped him. In Amy Devlin had an envoy, a manipulator, a strategic diplomat; in Kimmy he had a partner, a capable schemer, a mate—and the host of his seed. Two women who worked to make his dreams come true. In this moment, Devlin believed he had it all. And that he deserved it.

But Amy’s expression showed disbelief still overwhelmed her, Amy wanting to know more but too flabbergasted to speak. Kimmy crossed to the other side of the bed on her knees, getting Devlin in between them. Amy watched, her eyes moving from Kimmy to Devlin, again and again. Kimmy told her once more to suck Devlin’s cock.

Amy chuckled breathily, cheeks pink and cheerful. “What baby?” Amy’s mask of superior slyness slipped, and behind swirled human weaknesses.

Kimmy disregarded the baby tangent, acting as though the bedroom’s sexual act was the only thing concerning her. Devlin maintained silence, sneering. A shared secret between them was currency in Devlin and Amy’s free-market anomie.

Amy was an indebted pauper now, eager to service the elite for a tossed coin. She purred and slunk against Devlin, eyes on Kimmy. She ran her nails down Devlin’s hard chest, riding the pectoral swell, and rumbling over the ridges of his abs, reaching to caress his magnificent cock. “Is she teaching you fertility games?”

Kimmy raised her eyebrows but didn’t smile, eyes still connected to Amy’s.

Devlin said, “I think you’re supposed to be sucking my cock.”

Kimmy laughed, knowing Devlin would laugh along with her. Amy’s eyes shone hot. Kimmy stopped laughing. “Show me how you suck it.”

The cold insensitivity amused Devlin and had him laughing harder. “Come on, Amy,” he said. “You heard her.”

Devlin helped guide Amy down his body, but Kimmy reminded them she wanted to see them kiss. Devlin chuckled and took Amy by the back of her neck, pulling her close. They looked into each other’s eyes, mutual antagonization simmering between them, something that might be common. They thrived on conflict and did their best fucking when they fought. Hating Devlin and fucking Devlin were synchronous elements. Something she’d learned herself this summer.

Amy and Devlin’s mouths drew closer together. When they connected, it was with soft familiarity and hard, unresolved grievances. They rolled heads, sucked mouths, and bit lips. The connection changed something between them, and Amy melted to Devlin again, the stiffness in her attitude limbering. With his hands on her shoulders, Devlin guided Amy’s kisses down his body, down to the heavy masculine pole heaped on his stomach like a basking seal. Amy caressed it, swirling her palm over its bloated shape.

“That’s it,” Kimmy said, as though satisfied, settling on her haunch next to Devlin, clothed, but her shirt unbuttoned and bloused open. “Show me.”

Amy hefted Devlin’s organ, the secretive baby talk still bothering her, but still putting on the sultry theater. She held Devlin’s cock upright, eyeing it through heavy lids, stroking and squeezing in gentle pulses, watching the shiny tip swell with more and more lubricant that streamed down the shaft and into her grip until her strokes went smooth. Then she angled the monstrous tenderloin lower, pushing pouted lips against the tip and looking at Devlin. She sank his cock into her wet mouth. But Devlin was too large to suck. Amy did what she could with what fit. Devlin’s head rocked back with pleasure. 

Kimmy leaned her head on her shoulder and watched his face as Amy sucked his cock. That look of pleasure was one she’d provoked herself, and had raised her own esteem when provoking it. It seemed so small and distant now. Such a dumb thing to have found joy in.

Devlin’s eyes fluttered, and he caught her watching him in his periphery, left-facing to regard her. He groaned and grumbled while Amy sucked. Sucked for long, dragging minutes slicked with the wet sounds of her mouth.

Devlin said low and rumbling, “You going to tell her?”

Amy kept sucking.

Kimmy smiled and didn’t answer. Amy stopped to look at them both, using her hand to give her mouth a break for a minute.

“Tell her what?” Kimmy said. “Tell her how I will make your dirtiest dreams come true? How I’m going to deliver you gifts only gods receive?”

Devlin regarded her with scrutiny; at once seeking any detectable nuance in her hyperbole and also wallowing in her statement’s perceived truth. Wanting to believe, but wary. And as Amy sucked the shining fat head of his massive cock again, Kimmy watched resolve wash from Devlin’s eyes, replaced by an ecstatic flux that overwhelmed him. Amy cradled his huge cock in her palm and ran her pink tongue up and down the belly of his manhood in wide, wet lines, her eyes up and watching the effect her tongue-pleasure had on her worshipped man.

Devlin growled and humped his hips, pushing his mighty pole up through Amy’s grip, swelling and flexing his weapon. Amy kissed it and stroked it, letting him hump it up and down, Devlin admiring his own size, admiring how big his cock looked in Amy’s small feminine grip, how big and dark it looked against her pale face. He breathed heavily for a moment, an almost pre-orgasmic panting. Then he said, “Let me tell her.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop you.”

Devlin gasped as Amy did something wonderful with her tongue. “You, mm, don’t want me to?”

“You can’t keep a secret?”

“Of course I can,” he said, biting his lower lip as Amy stroked two hands on his shaft, the head of his cock getting sucked hard.

Kimmy produced from her jacket pocket the last remaining toy liberated from Devlin’s drawer and spun the toy’s base to get it vibrating.

At the obvious sound, Devlin turned to witness the thing they’d discovered he enjoyed. He snickered, eyes narrowing. Kimmy dug the point of the plain-white vibrator into the hard edges of muscle on the inside of Devlin’s hipbone, easing the thing along in the direction of his cock. He humped against the provocative vibration. Amy took her mouth from Devlin’s cock and only stroked him, watching Kimmy draw lines near Devlin’s pubic pad with the dull vibrator nose. She smiled at Devlin, communicating to him she would use the vibrator the way he liked.

Devlin said, “Only if I can tell her.”

“You’re going to tell her, so do it. Tell her.”

Devlin smiled a mean, lopsided smile. He’d never looked more devious. How chin touched his collarbone as he looked at Amy laying on his thighs, breasts squashed, his dick in her hand. Devlin, upbeat and happy for the theatrical effect, said, “Kimmy’s carrying my baby.”

The statement was what Amy believed he’d meant—now that it was confirmed, she didn’t know which way she would react. Her expression passed through a series of tremulous changes; some showed anger, some meanness, but what looked most honest was the look of fear Kimmy saw.

Amy smiled and raised her brows. “What?”

Kimmy buzzed the nose of the vibrator lower, nudging the side of Devlin’s hanging scrotum. Devlin reacted with warm moaning. She lifted one testicle, looking up to see Amy watching her face. Kimmy turned off the vibrator and dropped it by Devlin’s thigh, sitting back on her haunch. Amy asked if it was true.

Kimmy looked at Devlin with ardor, a glowing look of the mother-to-be. Devlin chuckled. “It is,” he said, and reached his hand inside Kimmy’s shirt to stroke his knuckles across the tight surface of her barely bubbled tummy. “It’s true.”

Kimmy put her hand over Devlin’s. “It’s true. Josh is going to raise our baby.”

Amy scowled, trying to stay in character, but this revelation so huge and powerful her foundation shook. “What do you mean? Are you serious?”

“Devlin and I have more than a few things on the go,” Kimmy said, sharing a look with Devlin.

“Yeah, we do,” Devlin agreed.

Kimmy told Amy to straddle Devlin. “I want to watch you fuck.”

Devlin chuckled—a sound of masculine satisfaction; but more than that, it was the sound of a man who couldn’t believe the capabilities of the exotic creature at his side, like he’d transformed her into this incredible thing capable of unending treachery and sexual play. The sound of a man who believed what happened here today in his bedroom was only the beginning of a long, licentious journey.

Amy hadn’t looked away from Kimmy. “You’re pregnant?”

“Josh is going to raise my baby,” Devlin said, handling Amy’s wrists, trying to get her to climb onto his lap. Amy was sluggish, but got to her knees and over Devlin’s thighs. The news had dumbfounded her, threatened her with obsolescence. 

Amy said, “On purpose? Did you get pregnant on purpose?”

Kimmy didn’t answer, only smiled and raised her chin, waiting for Amy to straddle Devlin properly so she could show off how she and Devlin fucked.

Amy said to Devlin, “Did you know? Know she could get pregnant?” Amy sought to sow the seeds of doubt, plant in Devlin the idea that Kimmy had tricked him into paternity. Kimmy smiled wider.

Devlin wasn’t in the mood for questions. He had a huge sexual appetite that needed satiation. With his hands on her upper forearms, he guided Amy to climb onto his hips, her breasts swaying, her expression bewildered. Devlin slipped his hand underneath Amy, knuckles creasing her pussy, taking a hold of his beefy member and batting it on her ass, guiding her to ease forward to give him room to sink his cock inside her. The ease with which he transitioned from a monogamous yet illicit lover to prurient hedonist was striking. All Kimmy had to do was present an unhindered path to libertine indulgence and Devlin surged ahead, unquestioning.

Amy reached behind to do the honor, raising her butt up, leaning forward on her knees, face over Devlin’s. Devlin brought his hand away, letting Amy do the work, situating the end of his cock where she liked it before easing back. Amy’s expression pinched tighter at the stretching of Devlin’s size.

Devlin said, “Glenn hates it when I fuck you, doesn’t he?”

“He gets so mad,” Amy gasped. She snickered and winced, taking her time to acclimate to Devlin’s intrusion. “It’s been awhile.”

“You miss it.”

“Of course I do,” Amy sighed, easing to sit back further, accommodating more of Devlin’s huge cock.

Kimmy slipped off the side of the bed, stalked to the foot, disgusted at the sight. Amy’s sexual membranes clinging for dear life to Devlin’s threatening girth. Devlin’s sagging balls, Amy’s rosy-brown anus. It was the erotic distilled to the benign biological foundation. Ugly and necessary. She found the white vibrator in the sheets on the outside of Devlin’s thigh and thumbed the screw-bottom to get it humming. She nosed Devlin’s balls again, watched them recoil and roll, watched him shove his cock higher, Amy yipping at the intrusion, then muttering profanities. Kimmy lifted Devlin’s sack and teased the end of the vibrator lower. Devlin brought his knees up, feet coming onto the mattress. Devlin liked the toy. Devlin liked it when she made him wear her underwear and jerked him off and played the vibrator in and out of his ass. He’d blasted a liter of semen all over the mirror the last time.

The tip of the vibrator found some give at last between his cheeks, and she eased it into Devlin’s anus. Devlin’s thighs trembled and his sack tightened up into a tight pouch. One of his balls went inside his body. He groaned. Amy gasped.

Kimmy left it inside Devlin, rose and stepped aside. “Get on top of her.”

Devlin was fully engaged, all his cylinders firing, the turbo kicking in, rolling with Amy on him, getting on top of her missionary style with the white base of the vibrator showing out of his ass cheeks. Kimmy buttoned her shirt.

Devlin eased his huge cock in and out of Amy and Amy squealed with discomfort slowly becoming ecstasy. 

Kimmy moved to the dresser where Devlin set her phone, recording every second of this lurid cinema. She reclaimed her phone, turned it to get a good shot of the action, then slipped it into her pocket.

Devlin stopped her as she opened the bedroom door. “Where are you going?”

She looked back, Devlin on top of Amy, hands at her shoulders, up on his outstretched arms, Amy with her legs wrapping Devlin’s thighs. “I have to get home,” she said. Devlin’s expression was blank, yet uncertain.

Kimmy paused at the door, holding it, one foot out. She dipped her chin, like she was in thought. “I think . . . I think Josh tried to kill himself this weekend.” Then she smiled a humorless smile, a smile of hopeless resignation.

Devlin shook his head like nothing she said made sense. Amy chuckled—as humorless as Kimmy’s smile, faltering and unsure. Kimmy said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Devlin said, “What are you talking about?”

“You two are pathetic. Pathetic children. You should see yourselves. See how dumb you look. Two sick piggies wallowing in your own muck.”

Devlin couldn’t make sense of her change, frowning. “What are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m going home.” She stepped forward, then stepped back, hand below her navel. She said, “And if you think this baby is yours, you’re even dumber than I thought.”