To Have And Have Nothing update

The next time Medusa looked in on Johnny and Crystal, he was fucking hard into the little blonde’s mouth. He didn’t seem to mind that she was out of practice sucking a huge cock like his. He held her head between his hands and pumped into her eagerly gulping mouth, leaving nothing for Crystal to do but gurgle and gag and accept every inch of his cock down her throat.

Medusa was not so fortunate. She had no one to service her, nor to even have her serve as a repository of lust as Crystal was so happily being used. She had to masturbate: her eyes never leaving Crystal’s plumply naked ass, indeed scouring the curly hair running between her legs. Medusa’s blood sang with depraved need. Crystal was acting out fantasies Medusa had never even admitted to, the wanton little slut…

Her young sister was beautiful as she crouched between Johnny’s legs and let her ripe lips submit to his gigantic erection, her hips unconsciously rocking back and forth in answer to Johnny’s own pumping groin.

Medusa felt no shame in watching her erstwhile lover piston into another woman’s mouth, even a member of her own family. In fact, Medusa only felt regret that she could not join them. She would love to have Johnny tongue her as Crystal mouthed him, or even burrow her own tongue between Crystal’s tawny thighs, to the juicy slit that Johnny had already enjoyed in so many ways, that perhaps still tasted of him even.

Ever since she’d broken out of the confines of her relationship with Black Bolt and started one with Johnny, Medusa’d had a curious urge to go even further and see Johnny take another woman, to see her submit, as she herself could never do even in the queen’s wildest fantasies. She felt a deep pride in Johnny’s boyish good looks, his well-endowed physique, and his ability to fuck her like a tireless machine until she was unable to stop coming.

Deep down, she wanted to share him with other women, to bask in their envy and lord her ownership of Johnny over them. And to join in the excitement too. To find out what sex was like without a man altogether. With only a woman’s soft, supple curves—and who could be more beautiful than another royal?

She watched Johnny jerk and quiver as he lost all resistance to Crystal’s whipping mouth, only able to plunge his manhood deeply into it as he gave Crystal all he had. Medusa bit her lip savagely to keep from crying out, her own cream gushing across her stroking fingers. And Crystal—lucky, hateful Crystal—devoured Johnny, prick and cum and all, with furious delight.

Medusa slipped her fingers away from her throbbing sex and panted to catch her breath. Crystal was lying on top of Johnny now, her breasts cradled against his chest, her cunt grinding against his thigh as she waited impatiently to be his once more.

Reaching out with her blood-red hair, Medusa retrieved her vibrator from its hiding place. She had often used it before embarking on this plan, daydreaming about Johnny savagely screwing other women who abandoned their dignity to his pleasure as Medusa never could. Though since it had actually happened, Medusa’d had other dreams. Dreams of all three of them locked in strange, obscene pleasures the vibrator could only hint at…

Medusa’s dilemma was complicated. She had been born a passionate woman, her very nature demanding torrid sex for her happiness. For a time, Black Bolt had satiated her, only able to express his affection physically and with the same kingly determination to please her that he would apply to any of his other duties. But since he’d left, Medusa had been frustrated. Profoundly, achingly frustrated, as she was left not truly free of her inhibitions but without the escape valve that Black Bolt had presented.

Torn between her savage tastes and the queenly position that demanded strict control and discipline, Medusa was in restless torment. She simply could not ask Johnny to fuck another woman as she watched, and certainly couldn’t lower herself to join in those lewd games herself, no matter how much she wanted to indulge in a wanton threesome until the blaze inside her was left guttering contentedly. The image she had to present of a stately, refined leader was too strong for even a hint of scandal. But something would have to give, and soon, or Medusa would lose her mind.

She watched intently as Crystal finally rolled off of Johnny, onto her back, drawing up her knees and opening her soft thighs to clear the way for Johnny. He got on top of her, his massive cock bristling with the potency Medusa herself had known. Even experiencing it secondhand, she felt shivers of excitement travel through her spine. His manhood looked simply incredible, poised over Crystal’s receptive cunt.

The moment Johnny entered her was closely followed by the moment she was fully impaled by him. Crystal let out a low, furiously excited moan the first moment, and it doubled into a howl the next. She locked her legs tightly around Johnny’s body and rocked her hips up to his, her nails clawing at his muscular back, her teeth tearing into his shoulder with the frenzied passion Medusa had felt so many times herself but never been able to express. How Medusa pitied her, reduced to a wanton animal by simple bodily contact. And how she envied her.

With trembling fingers, the queen switched on her vibrator and eased it inside of her sex. Her throbbing body was covered with sweat, her eyes burning at the lewd spectacle of Crystal experiencing what Medusa had known so intimately and Johnny experiencing what Medusa could only hope to discover in her most perverse moments.

Just then, Medusa would have given almost anything to rush into the room with them and hold her sister in her arms, as if showing Johnny how best to embrace the girl. She would taste those succulent breasts herself, then hunch down over Crystal’s inexperienced womanhood—they’d discover its joys together as Johnny fucked her to his own thrilling rhythm.

Given almost anything—but would she give the crown?

Medusa could only watch intently, use the vibrator on her aching pussy, and moan in maddening, pleasurable frustration.