DITW 14-22: Odyssey 17 (Patreon)

Devlin joined them on the bed. Amy lay between them, Devlin on one side and Kimmy on the other. Devlin touched Kimmy’s jacket’s lapel. “You’re too well-dressed for this event.”

She removed Devlin’s hand from her jacket. “Clothes are the source of my authority.”

Devlin chuckled, then turned his face down to regard Amy. “Don’t you think she should get more comfortable?”

Amy said she thought so, head back on the mattress, admiring eyes moving over Kimmy. “I want to see your body.”

“You know I never do what I’m told,” Kimmy answered.

“The Kimmy I knew was complacent,” Amy said, trying to keep pace with the struggle for control, trying to look as unbothered as she could, lying vulnerable on the bed. “She would do what someone wanted. Always eager to please.”

“Now I’m the one who does the asking. Now I’m the one seeking compliance.”

Devlin rumbled an appreciative chuckle in his chest, watching Kimmy. “You can punish, but can you pleasure? Do you have what it takes to pleasure a woman?” Amy snickered, eyes seeking out Kimmy’s.

Yes, she had what it took to pleasure a woman—at least one woman.

She turned away from the recording camera on the dresser as though she were bashful. It was better to play dumb when challenged like this. Devlin’s plan all along had been a threesome. It was his plan today, no matter how he framed it. And, maybe, this whole scheme had been planned against her at Tiffany’s high school reunion party. It sure looked like Devlin and Amy had sought for this moment to present itself once again. And why not? There was no downside for them. No chance at loss. If Kimmy ran away again, they would laugh together at her cowardly constitution. If she agreed to the threesome, they would get what they wanted: the threesome. The best bullies lay nothing on the line. The best bullies played fixed games. The best bullies never exposed themselves to consequence.

Kimmy regarded Devlin, cocking her head. “You don’t think I can?”

Devlin didn’t answer and Amy said, “If you can’t, he can show you. You’re not afraid, are you?”

Kimmy didn’t acknowledge Amy, eyes staying on Devlin’s. “Why would I provide pleasure when all I’m here for is the punishment? . . . Unless, pleasure was your plan all along.”

“Both things can be true, Kimmy,” Devlin said.

“Pain and pleasure. You’re the ultimate hedonist.”

Devlin drew in a slow breath and let it out. “You are, too.”

Devlin’s words chilled her. They arrived bearing more truth in the cargo hold than she had been prepared for. She looked down. Below her Amy lay writhing in sexual anticipation. Amy’s creamy tummy undulated, and that movement sent a daytime sunshine shimmer on the satin of the panties she wore. Josh’s favorite panties.

Kimmy rested her palm on Amy’s thigh, and Amy sighed with satisfaction. Devlin smiled. Kimmy said, “Is this what you wanted?”

“You’re not timid Kimmy anymore,” Devlin said.

Amy said, “She’s not?” Her tone was chiding, instigating. A bully’s tone.

Amy and Devlin had brought her here thinking they were better than her, thinking they were in charge, that they were dominant.

Kimmy smiled and snuffled a small laugh. Her hand smoothed up Amy’s thigh to touch Josh’s favorite panties. Amy shivered and laughed, surprised by Kimmy’s boldness. She even tightened her thighs together, protecting her sleazy pussy. Josh had worn these panties. Josh had sexualized them, turned them into some sort of magical talisman powered by his wife’s sexual betrayal. He’d distilled the worst thing she’d done in her life into this dangerous but potent chemical. That chemical inebriated him; got him high as a kite. But like every potent poison it came with a harsh payment. A side effect. Josh’s sexualization of her betrayal was a coping mechanism. A survival skill. He’d converted her sin into kink because he loved and cherished her. He’d done it so they would stay together. It was so clear now. 

The pads of her first three fingertips glided over the panty fabric, cresting the raised mound of Amy’s pussy. A sudden fluttering of Amy’s tummy delighted her. The pleasure her fingers delivered had hijacked Amy’s bitter tongue; silenced her. No more bullying now. With her fingers on Amy’s pussy, Amy was Kimmy’s subject. And with Devlin’s eyes on where her fingers traveled, Devlin was too. Devlin’s huge cock throbbed. It hoisted out from between his legs, engorged to its fullest shape and size, the cock head a plump and excited helmet leaking a steady stream of lubricant onto the bedding.

Kimmy moved her fingers over Amy’s panty-clad pussy in tentative, timid movements. Like Amy’s pussy was the first pussy she’d ever touched. But she’d touched Hyun’s pussy. And Hyun was ten times the woman Amy was. Hyun had a beautiful little thing between her legs. For her own sake, what she and Hyun had shared would forever be private. And while the camera filmed all of this, it would be recorded evidence showing Josh that his wife had never been with a woman before; that Amy’s pussy was the first and only pussy his wife had ever encountered that wasn’t her own. If Amy was the first, then she had never been with Hyun. Hyun’s privacy was sanctified. Hyun wasn’t like Josh. Hyun was wholly different. Hyun couldn’t bear sexual exposure.

If it weren’t for Hyun, Kimmy would humiliate and dominate Amy right now. She would work between Amy’s legs and overwhelm her two corruptors with surprising expertise. For now she played the part of the curious ingénue.

Amy purred and moaned, and soon her hips were humping her pussy against Kimmy’s touch. Her long fingers—two of them, stiff and held together—stroked up and down on the satin, sliding in the hot valley between Amy’s fatty vulva. The panties grew damp under her touch. The more Amy’s excitement soaked the panties, the more the panties power over Josh subsided. Amy poisoned them. Josh had been a pawn in a game, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was as well. This act would free Josh from his sexual burden, and maybe even restore them; Amy’s poison would neutralize Kimmy’s sin and show Josh his poor wife had been manipulated in order to manipulate him. Neutralization and revenge gleamed in the distance, and she headed to their bright spots on the horizon.

Kimmy teased Amy over the satin and Amy moaned and writhed. “Where had this Kimmy been hiding?”

“She was there the whole time,” Devlin said.

“Laying in wait,” Kimmy said, then batted the flat of four fingers against Amy’s pussy. She squeaked a small grunt then chuckled. Kimmy batted Amy’s pussy again, harder this time, exchanging a knowing look with Devlin. She said to him, “Take her panties off.”

Devlin sat up, curled fingers under the waistband of the panties she’d once worn, and then ran them down Amy’s legs. Amy’s hands slid between her thighs and covered her sex. Devlin tossed the panties away, onto the floor by the dresser.

Kimmy curled her hand over the back of Amy’s double-handed protective clutch. “Now that you have me where you wanted me, is it everything you imagined?”

Amy’s eyes fluttered open and she regarded Kimmy. “Me? You have me where you want me. Is it everything you imagined?”

Kimmy batted Amy’s hands, chasing them away from her pussy. Amy removed them, her hands going down to the bedding at her sides. Amy kept her pussy shaved bald. It was puffy, the skin pale, her sexual membranes a deep cherry-pink. The labia shone wet. Devlin dared her to touch it. Kimmy balked as part of the act.

She said, “This isn’t where I want you, Amy. You lured me here.”

“You’re here to punish me.”

“I want to know why you lured me ten years ago. A kid. A messed up kid whose mother...”

“It was everything you needed,” Amy said. “I was doing you a favor. I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Kimmy.”

“You hurt me.”

Amy was insistent. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I was offering you something. Something good.”

“You laughed at me.”

Amy shook her head, disbelieving. “Never.”

Control slipped from her hand, and Kimmy felt the tearing at her edges, real emotion trying to get a grip on her corner and peel her up, tear away her coverage. She drew in a deep breath and looked at Devlin. “You didn’t want me there.”

Devlin’s brow furrowed, his eyes studying her and assessing the situation. He said, “Amy always promised me you would have the tightest little pussy. She said I’d break it.” A smile spread on his face, light gleaming in his cold eyes.

Kimmy turned her face to Amy. “You wanted me broken?”

Amy raised her eyebrows high above her sleepy, sultry eyes. “I knew you’d love to be broken. I knew you wanted it.”

“But you were wrong.”

Amy shrugged a naked shoulder, breasts jostling. “Because you ran? Maybe. In the end I was right. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Kimmy looked at Devlin. “Do you think you broke me?”

“Quite the opposite,” Devlin said, looking at Kimmy but speaking to Amy. “Kimmy likes it. Kimmy likes it hard and deep. Balls deep. Your friend here can take every inch.”

Amy assumed the mask of the unperturbed again, but Kimmy could read the displeasure in Amy’s eyes. It sounded as though Devlin Stone liked Kimmy Chang more than he liked her. Amy would try now to belittle or diminish her in any way she could.

Kimmy smiled for Amy, provoking her; while she showed the smile, her eyes showed something else, something meant to intimidate. She stood up from the bed and adjusted her suit. Tall, standing in heels, clothed while her adversaries were bare and unwary. She was taller, stronger, smarter; more beautiful. And she pleased Devlin more. Amy shrank.

Kimmy said, “Amy’s not the only guilty party in this room.”

Devlin lay his hand on his muscular hairy chest, in the pose of the offended. “Me? My crime was giving you everything you ever dreamed of.”

“You think you did nothing wrong?”

Devlin said, “I haven’t been as bad as you.”

Kimmy nodded, her mouth turning down in a grim curve. “I know my punishment will come, but for now I want to play. And my game is punishment.”

Devlin raised his eyebrows. “And who’s going to punish you?”

“There’s a long line of those who want to. And will. One thing at a time, though, Devlin.”

Devlin cocked his head. “You think you’re going to punish me?”

Kimmy ignored Devlin, addressing Amy, telling her to sit up. Amy sat up, her expression blank. Two naked people sitting on the bed, unsure. They were both capable and striking and powerful in their own way, but somehow they sat now like corrupted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, contemplating wrath. Kimmy slipped a hand into her jacket pocket and produced something hidden in her fist. She held it before Amy and opened her fingers. “I want you to put this on him.”

Amy studied the thing, a ball of black leather straps with stainless studs and snaps. Amy took it and opened it out, assessing what it was in its unfurled state. Kimmy said, “It goes on that massive cock of his.”

Devlin smiled and Amy smiled too. With wrath averted; pleasure abounded.

Amy got onto the floor on her knees and Devlin lay back on his elbows, legs parted. With the cock harness in one hand, Amy lifted Devlin’s huge organ upright, affixed the open mouth of the harness onto his shaft and smoothed it downward into place. 

Kimmy said, “Make sure you gather his balls. One strap goes around his scrotum.”

Amy looked over her shoulder at Kimmy, silent, then went back to work, gathering Devlin’s oversized testicles into a palm, her other hand swinging a leather strap under his thick shaft, cinching his scrotum, pushing those extra-large eggs against the thin skin of his dark scrotum. She snapped the clasp and sat back on her heels waiting or further instruction. Devlin smiled, his huge horse cock lying back onto his belly now, his big balls squeezed by the harness into a plump brain shape.

“Now we have him where we want him,” Kimmy said, smacking Devlin’s leather belt across her palm.