DITW 14-23: Odyssey 18

Amy circled her thumb and index finger around the wide base of Devlin’s manhood at Kimmy’s instruction. Devlin leaned back on the bed on his elbows, happy for his powerful sexuality to be the center of attention. Kimmy studied Amy and Devlin’s movements, wondering how unfamiliar they were with each other. The chance that Devlin had slept with Amy while she and Devlin were together wasn’t impossible. And while she had no reason to be jealous of Amy with Devlin, she couldn’t help it. But the jealousy stemmed from Devlin’s possible betrayal, not his infidelity. Devlin and she didn’t use condoms. The unspoken agreement being they were both exclusive—bar, of course, Josh.

Amy toyed with Devlin’s manhood familiarly, but they’d been together many times. It proved nothing. Amy lifted her grip on Devlin’s scrotum, hoisting his big testicles up, then waggling them. Amy regarded Kimmy with sly intention. “What are we going to do to him?”

“You’re both devils,” Kimmy said.

Devlin laughed, adjusting his elbows on the bed and getting more comfortable. “We’re all devils here,” he said, eyes on his impressive organ and its black leather accoutrement.

Kimmy slapped the leather belt against the inside of Devlin’s thigh.

Devlin clapped his legs together, eyes wide with fearful alarm.

Amy squawked and let go of Devlin’s scrotum, half upright on her knees. She laughed at Devlin’s plight.

Devlin wasn’t amused. “Fucking watch it.”

Kimmy said, “Pain and pleasure, Devlin. We’re all devils here, remember?”

“That fucking hurt.”

Kimmy said to Amy, “Hold his balls up again. Hold them steady for me.” To show her intention, she slapped the belt across her palm once more.

Devlin said, “I’m warning you, you better not hit me.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Go ahead and find out what happens.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“The consequences of your actions aren’t a threat. The future is in your hands.”

Kimmy slapped the belt across her palm again. “Devlin the Philosopher.”

“That’s right,” he said, looking up at her through his lowered brows. Amy’s hand circled his scrotum again, his massive organ reclining on his muscular midsection, eager for action.

“Hold them up higher,” Kimmy told Amy.

Amy complied, the look on Amy’s face telling Kimmy that she enjoyed it, enjoyed the situation. Devlin on the defense, Devlin on his back with two women on top. Anything Kimmy did wouldn’t be Amy’s fault—Devlin couldn’t blame her.

Kimmy said, “Pain and pleasure. Amy’s into pleasure.”

“And pain,” Amy said.

“That’s right. Aren’t you a tormentor?”

“Only if it’s fun.”

Devlin said nothing, never taking his eyes off Kimmy and her vicious belt. A red, hazy welt grew redder on his muscular thigh.

“You don’t think I’ll hit them?”

“You want to,” Devlin said. “But you know what a bad idea that would be.”

Kimmy brought the belt down harder against Devlin’s thigh, striking almost the same spot. This time, Amy didn’t let go of Devlin’s scrotum. And while Devlin flinched and jumped, he didn’t complain or move away, gritting his teeth and snarling through it.

Kimmy smiled and held out the belt so the leather strap hung from her grip, dangling above Devlin’s scrotum. She danced the leather against his vulnerable testicles. “You don’t think I’d do it?”

Devlin’s expression didn’t brighten, didn’t soften with humor. “You’d do it if you could get away with it. You’d do it if you thought you could get out to the elevator before I caught you.”

She tilted up her chin. “How would you be able to run?”

Amy snickered. “How would you be able to run, Devlin?” She waggled his scrotum again.

Before he answered, Kimmy dropped the belt onto his testicles. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to shock him. He grunted and his stomach muscles flexed, his big cock bouncing on them. He smiled at last, relief and the warm glow from his accurate prophecy of her resolve.

Kimmy said to Amy, “And now, show him some pleasure.”

Amy snickered again, lowered her mouth to her grip, then pressed her pooched lips against the plump plum of Devlin’s scrotum. She ran her tongue out and spread it over, working it around in wet circles, making Devlin’s eyes flutter.

Kimmy said, “Pain is nothing without pleasure. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“It’s a fine line,” Devlin said.

Kimmy flicked her wrist and snapped the belt, not striking Devlin, but making him jump to attention again.

Devlin said, “Your turn will come.”

“Promises, promises,” Kimmy said, then dangled the belt so the strap patted his testicles again. Still not hard enough to hurt, but enough to drive Devlin to the edge.

Kimmy laughed seeing his discomfort, and Amy laughed too.

Devlin said to Amy, “What’s so funny?”

Kimmy said, “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it.” She tossed the belt to the floor and put her hands on her hips in a pose like the one Devlin used when he felt at his most macho.

She said, “How long have you two been apart?”

Amy thumbed Devlin’s testicles, then kissed them. She said, “What do you mean?”

“Did you fuck over the summer?”

Amy looked puzzled, but she and Devlin shook their heads no.

“How long has it been?”

“A while,” they both said, out of sync.

Kimmy regarded Devlin. “Are you going to fuck her today?”

Devlin smiled, and Amy smiled too.

Kimmy said, “You planned on it, right?”

Devlin asked Amy, “What do you think?”

Amy smiled at Devlin, then said, “That’s up to Kimmy.”

Kimmy asked, “How bad do you want it, Amy?”

Amy said, “I want you in bed with us, Kimmy. That’s what I want.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

Amy said, “I want to see your body.”

Devlin said, “She’s not a kid anymore. She’s not that gawky teenager.”

“No, I’m not,” Kimmy said. “I’m nothing like I was.”

“I’ll say,” Amy said, eyes moving over Kimmy in devious admiration.

Kimmy shooed them with her hands, saying, “Get higher on the bed.”

Devlin scooted backwards on his elbows and Amy crawled on all fours until their heads were level with the pillows. Amy said, “What do you want to see us do?”

“I want to see you kiss,” Kimmy said.

“Just the two of us?”

Kimmy slipped off her jacket and tossed it on a side table. She said, “Show me how you kiss.”

Devlin and Amy regarded each other, unsure but confident, wondering how this woman whom they’d led to the bedroom for this moment had the upper hand over them—but not caring. They didn’t care because they never faced consequences. They didn’t care because everything was a game to them; their father’s business; an imaginary business you wanted to develop on your own; the sanctity of other people’s marriages. Nothing mattered to them but their id—unbound by the framework of ego and superego. Just fledglings mewling for more and more perverse pleasure, their mother’s teats removed from their suckling mouths. 

Amy and Devlin moved their faces closer, their eyes turning down, their lips parting. The sight of their soft mouths coming together and mushing together disgusted her. The sight was erotic, but sour and unsettling. Soft Amy, buxomer than Kimmy would ever be; Devlin, her summer lover, her betrayer and mutual conniver, hot and muscular, his oversized cock stiff and upright. Though there was much lubricious beauty, her stomach tightened and turned over. She’d almost trusted Devlin. Almost liked him a few times. There were even times she considered what a future with him would look like. Standing at the foot of the bed now, she’d never felt stupider. More deceived, more unseeing.

At least her eyes were open now.

While they kissed, she unbuttoned her shirt all the way and let it hang open. Amy and Devlin paused, looking into each other’s eyes. Something ignited between them. Seeing that shared connection burned in her heart, knowing she’d always just been a rube to them; a pawn, a geeky ingenue they could break. Amy had promised Devlin Kimmy as a sexual third partner, guaranteed him her bookish friend would have the tightest pussy. They planned on delighting in Devlin hurting her. 

Amy whispered, “Now what? What do you want to see next?” Devlin grinned next to her, his eyes flitting in the open section of her shirt. Amy saw it now too and reached out a hand, urging Kimmy to come closer. 

Kimmy put one knee on the bed, just behind Amy, and Amy sat up, opening Kimmy’s shirt and admiring her skin. “You’re so sexy,” she whispered.

Amy’s hands went to Kimmy’s naked waist, and her fingers traced over her ribs and down the flat of her stomach, slipping a soft crescent underneath Kimmy’s navel.

Devlin reached around Amy to touch her stomach, too. But Devlin’s hand wanted to touch her lower. Only wanted to touch under her navel, the woolen front of her pants covering over where her baby grew. His eyes showed the liquid sheen of the mesmerized.

When Amy’s hands roamed higher, surrendering her reproductive terrain to Devlin, going up to touch her breasts through her bra, Kimmy took her chin and pushed her back so they could look into each other’s eyes. “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

Amy’s eyes widened. She liked to be told what to do in the bedroom. She was sick and twisted, but she didn’t dominate in the bedroom. She submitted.

Devlin liked the request, saying nothing, retreating to lie on his back again, in an expectant pose, legs open, flexing his stomach and whatever muscles operated his shaft, making it lift up and down as much as it could with its beefy weight. Amy rolled to her other side, facing Devlin, showing Kimmy her naked back and ass. Kimmy got both knees on the mattress. 

Amy caressed the underside of Devlin’s huge shaft with her palm, up and down, then playing around the flared edges of his cock head with his fingertips. Devlin watched. They all did. All three of them in the bed and centering their attention on Devlin’s equine endowment.

Amy hefted it, and swirled her grip, squeezing out some of Devlin’s pre-come. Then she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock and spewed saliva, putting her hand over it and polishing the end of Devlin’s cock. Devlin’s head lolled back with the pleasure of Amy’s touch. Amy slow-stroked it, admiring his size in her hand, reacquainting herself with the size of her former lover. She sunk the head into her mouth and sucked and stroked, rolling her head around. Devlin groaned and his eyes went half-lidded.

Amy worked Devlin’s cock well. She sucked and stroked, bobbed her head, taking a few thick inches into her mouth before backing off—before gagging. She was careful with Devlin’s manhood. Almost reverential. She pleasured Devlin for a long while before holding his massive cock upright, her base clamped around where the leather strap wrapped around his very base. His cock extended upright from her grip like a thick fleshy tower, shining with her spit. She said, “I want to watch her take this. I want to see it go inside her.” She looked up at Devlin for approval. Amy didn’t run the show. Devlin smiled, his eyes flicking to Kimmy’s before returning to Amy.

“Kimmy doesn’t want to fuck me anymore,” he told Amy.

Amy looked confused, looking for clarification. Devlin chuckled and looked at Kimmy again. He sat up, his cock touching his sternum, Amy still gripping it. He reached over Amy to touch Kimmy’s belly again.

Amy said, “She doesn’t.”

“No,” Devlin said, smiling and looking up at Kimmy. She palmed Devlin’s stubbly cheek.

Devlin said to Amy,  “She thinks I’ll hurt our baby.”