The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) (18 page)

Brad’s dick was hard enough to send her into a six-second orgasm, then trap her inside it. “You came in my mouth, now fuck the hell out of me!” she hissed, dropping Brad’s dick from her tits.

Finally!

He yanked Willow to her feet, pulled her skirt and panties down her long, shapely legs, past her ankles and into a pile on the carpet. Arousal poured from her pussy as he dragged her to the bed, bent her hard over the low mattress, holding her down with one hand while spreading her ass cheeks with the other. Her wet, velvety pussy lips flared as juices leaked from her pink interior. Brad’s throbbing cock head pressed between her glistening folds, running up and down the length of her hungry slit, lubing it with flowing cum. He dipped the tip of his massive shaft into her hole, shallow at first, then further with each rub, causing Willow to squirm and press her ass instinctively back against him.

He teased her into a whimper, then jammed himself hilt-deep into her cunt. Willow arched her back, curling her fingers and toes. His gigantic cock throbbed inside her, filling her with white-hot heat. She held still, rocked by the rapture of getting split in two.
 

Brad grabbed her hips and slowly eased his massive dick from her stretched pussy until only his head was inside, then shoved himself back, causing Willow to cry out in agonized pleasure, several times. She reached out, grabbed onto the edge of the bed, and begged Brad to keep pounding her “tiny, pink pussy.”
 

“Please, Hammer,” Willow panted. “Fuck. Me. Harder!”

Brad gathered speed, driving his dick with several sharp thrusts, followed by slower, deeper pumps. He reached up, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled, forcing Willow into a hard arch with her back, lifting her ass high in the air. He slapped her round, supple cheeks, fucking her like an animal — exactly like she wanted — grabbing her long hair like reins and then riding her like a whore.
 

Willow grunted harder by the thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath their writhing as her large, soft breasts rubbed against the mattress like cheese on a grater. Brad pounded faster and harder, relentlessly slamming himself into Willow’s soaking wet fuck-hole.

“Oh, baby, fuck! Don’t stop!” she cried.
 

He pulled his cock from her stretched hole, despite Willow’s objections, making her wait for what she wanted most. She wiggled her ass, begging Brad to shove his meat back inside her hungry hole. His thick dick returned, this time pressing against her dirthole.
 

If she was going to attack him and make him lie to Courtney, then fuck her, she was gonna take it up the ass.

Willow whimpered as Brad shoved himself into her tiny asshole. She screamed as he went balls deep, then shoved her ass back against him. He growled, and she growled back, pumping her hips to meet his ravaging thrusts as Brad abused her pucker with his throbbing cock, fucking her deep and hard, sending her into one orgasm after another, delivered through her dirthole into the rest of her body.

Willow reached between her legs and started to furiously rub at her clit, still moaning and now gasping for air.

Brad groaned as his body went rigid. He was about to cum again. Willow flailed her ass harder, jacking her clit between her fingertips, moans swelling in pitch and volume as her body began to convulse.
 

The room started to whirl, erupting in a million lights and colors as Willow came beneath him, harder enough to send shocks through
his
body. Her cunt seemed to burst open and spill everything inside it, sluicing juices all over her fingers as her ass tightened around Brad’s dick like a vice. He forced his baby maker harder into her tightening ass, elongating Willow’s orgasm before he finally yanked his dick from her pucker.

Brad’s Excalibur exploded with long ropes of thick cum, shooting onto Willow’s back in puddled globs and melting lines until her slender back and the crown of her ass were completely covered with his slimy seed.

Willow collapsed onto the mattress, looking over her shoulder and into his eyes.
 

Brad never felt better, except for the part of him that wanted to die.
 

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CHAPTER 4 — Courtney Grayson

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 withdrew 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.”