Chapter 3: Rising Action
"Now, let's not waste time. Ryan, the drinks are over at the bar, help yourself to whichever bourbon you want."
"Even the Old Rip Van Winkle 25-Year?" Ryan teased, knowing full well it was a $50k bottle.
"Eh, sure, why not. You deserve it," Alex casually responded.
"No way, are you serious?!"
"Yes," Alex chuckled, "You can have as much of that bottle as you want and we'll call it even," she said as she heard Ryan generously pouring it in the other room.
"Even for what?" Ryan nervously asked, stepping back into the room with a $10k glass of bourbon sloshing and overflowing.
As he turned the corner, his eyes met Alex's, her face forming a pretentious smirk. Glancing downward, his girlfriend of two years had the largest cock he had ever seen--in real life or porn--draped over her face where it laid, completely soft, reaching past her neck and nearly halfway down her back.
"For this."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Ryan yelled, unsure whether he was speaking to his best friend or his girlfriend.
"This? Well, before you so rudely interrupted the conversation Rachel and I were having at the party, your girlfriend was grinding her pussy against my bulge. I figured you two had some sort of open relationship arrangement, especially after you agreed to join us for a drink at my apartment. You know I was planning on just the two of us, right? Yours was a pity invite."
Ryan stammered, trying to think of what to say next, gripping his bourbon tighter and tighter.
"If you grip any tighter, honey, you're going to shatter the glass and make a mess, not to mention waste something I worked so.. mmm--hard--to procure," Alex cooed as Rachel adjusted her face underneath the weight of Alex's colossal cock so that she could lick it.
Alex's cock twitched as it hardened, and an unsuspecting Rachel was knocked over.
"Rachel, oh my god, are you okay?" Ryan exclaimed, setting down his glass and rushing to his girlfriend on the floor.
"Yes I'm fucking fine, now shut up and let me enjoy this. I can't see a cock like this and NOT try it, so I don't even fucking care what happens between us, you do what you need to do, break up with me if you want, I don't give a fuck, all I care about is worshipping this ungodly huge cock. Tell your friend you're sorry like a good boy for fuck's sake." Ryan was dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He stammered, "What- what the fuck do you want me to say? I'm sorry? I-I'm sorry, okay?"
"Much better, sweetheart. Now go kneel down next to your girlfriend, she needs some help worshipping this big dick. She's not used to the size of my fat, throbbing cock just yet. And Ryan? Don't get any ideas.
This is not a threesome. This is your girlfriend getting on her knees and worshipping my cock with her mouth. It just so happens that you're also going to watch and enjoy the show. And if you don't like it, well, you know what to do."
Ryan nodded slowly, still in shock. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the growing erection in his pants either. He had never been attracted to men, but something about watching his girlfriend pleasure another woman was incredibly arousing. And besides, Alex was no ordinary woman.
As her cock continued to harden with Rachel's slobbering, Alex had to back up lest her cock knock over Ryan's glass on the counter behind Rachel. Her cock was the biggest Rachel had ever seen, and she couldn't resist the urge to wrap her lips around it. As Rachel's mouth enveloped the tip of Alex's cock, she felt a shudder run through her body. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was already hooked.
"Fuck, Rachel, that feels amazing," Alex moaned, running her fingers through Rachel's hair. "Ryan, why don't you go pound the rest of that bourbon so you're not such a sad sack of shit. You're ruining the mood. You know what? Drink that, pull out your cock, and follow us to the bedroom."