265: Melancholy of Brittany (18++)
“Uh... Huh!?” Brittany finally came to her senses enough to become aware of her surroundings. Having squeezed every single drop of cum she could out of her cock, collected it all off her body, and licked it off her fingers, the cum-mist that enveloped Brittany’s mind temporarily thinned enough to see things past her cleanly licked fingers.
And what Brittany saw was Natalie in the arms of the muscular, sexy masked man. The treacherous harlot had her arms and legs around the muscular man as he rocked her up and down, driving his big, delicious-looking cocks into her ass and pussy, making her moan in ecstasy while she came through her cock and caught the ropes of her cum into her mouth with a euphoric grin.
“You cheated!” Brittany screamed with tears in her eyes. But the entangled pair ignored her cry. Deflated and defeated, Brittany simply sat and watched her so-called friend claim the spoils of victory yet again. Brittany often wondered whether Natalie was even aware of what she was doing. Did she get off on fucking the guys and girls that Brittany wanted? Did she enjoy being watched as she got pounded in every hole? Or was it specifically the knowledge that Brittany watched her with envy that added to Natalie’s excitement?
“You... Always the same...” Brittany muttered with teary eyes while she masturbated her burning cock, wishing that it was her who was in that man’s big, strong arms. That it was her who got grabbed by her hips and slammed onto those big cocks with such intensity and passion that it milked her cock a little more with every thrust. Brittany’s cock hardened at the thought of taking Natalie’s place and she masturbated harder and faster even as her spirit crumbled.
For a brief moment, Brittany had thought it would be different this time. Pathetic fool, Brittany repeated the words of others in her mind as she gave herself the pleasure she could. The pleasure was used to. The pleasure she resigned to, again and again, when she tried to tangle with partners way out of her league, often encouraged, even pushed on by Natalie, only to end up watching Natalie take them all with a smile on her face.
Yet again, Natalie was left playing with herself on the sidelines. If she behaved and fortune showed her pity, she’d get some pity cum at the end, mostly by being used either as a cock cleaner or a pussy cleaner, which gave Natalie more pleasure and victory points but had the bonus of rewarding Brittany with more cum than she’d get out of licking cocks clean.
Will I get to lick her ass and pussy clean this time too? Brittany wondered as she licked her lips. It wasn’t all so bad. If it wasn’t for Natalie she wouldn’t even be here. Brittany imagined how she’d lick Natalie clean in a sixty-nine position while pumping some of that cum Natalie loved so much directly down her throat. The thought made Brittany tremble with pleasure as her moans grew a little louder, though nowhere near as loud as those of a cum-slut in heat that was Natalie.
During this, Brittany tried spicing up her solo experience by fingering her pussy while she jerked her cock. Having a cock this time around certainly gave new sensations that she never felt before. Brittany tried fingering her little asshole too. One finger, two fingers. But it simply paled in comparison to what she saw Natalie experience. What Brittany wished to experience. All the potential for greater pleasure that was opened up to them both only increased the ever-growing gap between Brittany and the pleasure she was missing out on.
“Are you truly content with just this much?”
“KYAAAH!” Brittany screamed out and jumped up a few inches into the air as her heart skipped a beat from suddenly hearing a sultry whisper in her ear out of nowhere.
Brittany looked behind her and saw her. Those giant tits and that spectacular thing under her skirt. The one they came to fuck. The one responsible for everything. The one that transformed them. The one that gave them this intense pleasure. The desire to fuck. The desire to suck. Desire to be sucked and fucked.
No, that’s not right, that's not even close to true! Brittany corrected herself as she stared at the magnificent specimen of this higher being. We wanted to suck and fuck from the start! And she did not transform us. That mysterious masked man did! Right? Marked us? She said so! But why does it feel like her magnificent cock alone has more will than the two-dicked man?
Brittany could not answer any of her questions. How could we have known? Brittany could barely keep her stupified eyes in focus while her fantasies changed and she now imagined having that cock inside of her. The very thought made her swell. Brittany’s tongue rolled out of her mouth without her even realizing it.
“Well?” the higher being asked with a subduing smile while towering above Brittany and exuding an aura of superiority that Brittany could not even dream of possessing.