Don’t Stick Your Dick In Crazy: Part 1

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Chapter 4

It was early Friday evening before Devin happened to see Courtney again. He was about to enter a supermarket when he caught a glimpse of the brunette near the exit. The man turned quickly, went back to his car and waited until she disappeared. Devin didn’t want to run into her or have anything more to do with her after her creepy personality change after he fucked her the other night.

He enters the market, makes his purchases and then heads for his apartment. As usual, Devin parks in the rear and comes by the back door. He peers down the corridor before going to his door, sees it’s empty and hurries inside. The man removes his jacket just as his cell phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Devin, it’s Amy. What’s the matter, you mad at me?”

He grins, its nice hearing her voice. “Hell, no, what makes you think that, Amy?”

“Well, you haven’t been around to see me. You left in kind of a huff Monday night, so I thought maybe you were.”

“I’ve had a lot of work to do this week,” Devin said lamely, though it was true.

“How about I come to see you?” Amy asks.

“Fine, do you know where I live?”

“Sure. Found your name and address in the phonebook. I’ll be right over if you want me to.”

“Sure. Come over. I’m about to take a shower. I’ll leave the door unlocked. It’s apartment four on the first floor.”

“I’ll bring something to drink,” Amy said and ends the call.

*****

Devin makes sure the door is unlocked, goes to the bathroom, and strips off his clothes. He steps beneath the shower and stays there for several minutes enjoying the feel of the warm water running over his muscular body. He dries himself, pulls on a pair of shorts, and returns to the front room. Devin’s startled to see Lyle Anderson standing in the doorway. Apparently, the man had opened the door. This annoys Devin, and it shows on his face.

“Mr. Grant,” Mr. Anderson said hastily. “Hope you’ll forgive me for opening your door. I knocked several times, but you didn’t answer. I…”

Devin can feel his cheeks burning a little. “What do you want?”

“My wife … Courtney … She’s quite ill, keeps asking for you. I, err, wonder if you would come over and talk to her for a few moments.”

Devin grinds his teeth and studies the man, noting for the first time he has a thin mustache and tiny eyes. The little eyes seem to be looking at Devin’s body speculatively.

“Why me, I’m not a doctor.”

“She likes you, Mr. Grant. She sometimes becomes unmanageable. I thought you might be able to soothe her. Of course, if you don’t want to…”

“I’ll get my pants,” Devin said, more annoyed now than before.

He didn’t like the way the man was staring at his body. Devin wonders if the guy might be gay. That look in his eyes was sexual, not a concern for his wife. Devin goes to the bedroom, put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and follows Mr. Anderson across the hall and into the apartment to the bedroom. Courtney is on the bed beneath the sheet, one leg exposed. Her eyes are closed, and her face seems pale.

“Honey,” Mr. Anderson said, speaking sharply. “Mr. Grant is here. Open your eyes.”

“Hello, Devin,” Courtney said but didn’t open her eyes.

Devin feels uncomfortable. He wishes he had refused Mr. Anderson’s request. What the hell am I doing here, he wonders?

“Hi,” Devin said shortly. “Your husband tells me you’re not feeling well.”

Courtney does a startling thing, considering her husband is present, she flings off the sheet, exposing her breasts. “Kiss them, Devin. Take my breasts in your mouth, darling.”

Devin moves away from the bed and flashes a look at Mr. Anderson. The man’s expression is the same as before, impassive. What should I do, Devin wonders? It’s a ridiculous, situation. The only answer is get out of there as fast as he possibly can. Devin does and goes as far as the door to the hall where he feels Mr. Anderson’s hand on his arm. Devin stops and turns about to face the man. There’s some kind of undisguised lust in Mr. Anderson’s eyes now. Devin pulls his arm free.

“Mr. Grant, please don’t go. I must apologize for my wife’s display,” Mr. Anderson said flatly

Devin stares at him coolly. “OK,” he said. “I hope she’s feeling better soon, but Courtney needs a shrink, not me.”

Mr. Anderson steps into the hall. “Mr. Grant, would you care to join me in a drink?”

This is an open invitation. Devin feels like smacking the man, but instead, he shakes his head and enters his apartment.

*****

The moment he does, his cell phone rings again, and Devin answers it. “Hello?”

“Devin…” Amy said. “I can’t come, after all. Katie and Lyle are here. I forgot I promised them. We’re having a party. Would you like to come to my place?”

Devin doesn’t want to attend a party. Parties bore the hell out of him. “Afraid not, Amy, if you can’t come we’ll try some other night.”

“It’s just I promised them. Some other people are coming here, too.”

“OK,” he said. “Goodbye.”

“Wait, Devin. Don’t hang up. You sure you wouldn’t like to come to my place. There’s going to be a lot of interesting people here.”

“Some other time,” Devin said ending the call.

*****

What to do this evening, he wonders? Devin doesn’t have to work the next day. Perhaps I should go downtown and look around for a likely woman. It seems like a good idea, so he gets dressed in his best-looking clothes, and prepares to leave the apartment.

He frowns when a knock comes on his door. Devin hesitates for a moment because he doesn’t want to talk to either Mr. Anderson or Courtney, and he suspects it’ll be either of them. Shrugging, and knowing he has to open the door, Devin does, and it’s Courtney. She’s wearing a short skirt and has a light coat thrown over her shoulders. The brunette’s in bare feet, and when he gazes at her carefully, Devin sees she isn’t wearing anything on the upper part of her body, save for the coat.

“Yes,” he said coldly.

“Please don’t be angry. I’m feeling much better now, Devin. May I come in?”

He shakes his head. “I was about to leave.”

Courtney bites her lips, her face flushing slightly. “I must apologize for my husband.”

“That’s funny,” Devin said evenly. “He apologized for you.”

“Yes, I know. I overheard Ken talking to you. I just don’t want you to think…”

He waits for her to complete the sentence, but she doesn’t. Courtney’s brown eyes appear to be begging him. Her dark hairs mussed slightly, and Devin has to admit she’s lovely standing here like this staring into his eyes.

“Never mind what I think,” Devin said. “You’d better go home.”

Courtney pulls the coat open, deliberately revealing her magnificent breasts. Her chest is heaving, and he has to tear his gaze away from her. Excitement is passing through the man, and he doesn’t want this with a crazy woman.

“Devin, please … I just ache to have you caress me, to fondle me. Don’t be mean to me.”

“I’m not mean,” he said uncomfortably. “You have a husband, get him to caress you.”

“Oh, him…” Courtney said, spitting the words. “I might as well be married to a Ken doll.”

“That’s your problem, sweetheart,” Devin said coldly.

“I know.” She apparently notices Devin’s dressed up. “You’re going out somewhere, aren’t you, Devin? Please … take me with you. If I don’t go someplace, if I don’t get away from him for a while, I’ll go crazy.”

Go… Devin thought with a chuckle, more like GONE. “Yes, I’m going out, but I can’t take you, Courtney, you’re married.”

“He won’t care if you do. Besides, he has just taken a sleeping pill and is lying down. He’ll be asleep in a short time. Please let me change into something and go with you.”

“No, sorry, I have a date,” he said lying.

Her brown eyes flash. “So you have a girl, have you? Who is she?”

“That…” Devin said firmly, “is none of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

He starts to close the door. Courtney flings herself into the room, trips, and falls to the floor and lies there moaning. Devin knows it’s probably an act, Courtney hasn’t hurt herself; the carpet is too thick for that.

“Get up,” Devin said roughly. “Get up and go home. Stop acting like a moron.”

Courtney seems dazed when she gets to her feet. Her eyes appear strange as if staring into space. She whimpers and moves to the doorway, turning about and glance at him reproachfully.

“You’re a very mean man, daddy. I hate you … I just hate you … I think I’ll tell mom on you.”

She’s gone looking and acting like a small child.

*****

Devin closes the door and runs his hand over his eyes. That woman is fucking crazy, he thought. The dark-haired man curses at himself for having had sex with her. They always say you don’t stick your dick in crazy, he thought. So why did I do it? Devin knows Courtney’s going to make life a living hell for him from now on. The only thing to do is get the lock changed to one she won’t be able to pick, and if anyone knocks, he won’t answer.

He lights a cigarette and is surprised to see his hands are trembling a little. Waiting until the smoke is almost gone; Devin finally leaves the apartment and goes to his car. He drives downtown and then on an impulse turns onto the street on which Amy lives. He stops in front of the place, but across the street, and gazes at the lighted windows of her apartment. It very well could be Amy’s having a party, but just the same, Devin feels she was lying to him for some reason. Amy said she wanted to come to his place. Amy must’ve known she was having a party, he thought. Who would forget a thing like that, especially a woman? Something weird is going on here.

He sits there for several minutes watching the place and is pleasantly surprised to see Katie come out of the front entrance. The redhead’s dressed fit to kill, Devin notes. The man watches her glance up and down the street. The thought comes to him she’s looking for a taxi. Devin calls out to the redhead, and she glances around as if trying to spot where his voice had come from.

“Hey, Katie, over here,” Devin shouts. She sees Devin then and smiles. “C’mon, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

Katie runs across the street. “Hi, Devin,” she said. “That’s very nice of you. Hard to get a cab in this town, I see.”

He opens the door for her and Katie sits beside him. Devin catches the scent of her perfume, and it’s nice heady stuff.

“I’m a lucky guy,” Devin said. “Just happened to be passing by and saw you coming out the doorway.”

“Glad you did. Lyle had to go to a meeting of some kind. He was supposed to take me out tonight, the loser.”

“Is he your husband?”

“No. Just an old family friend,” Katie said. “Not a very good one, letting me go out on the town by myself, won’t you say?”

“Two people with the same idea,” Devin said as he pulls the car away from the curb. “I’m out on the town tonight, too.”

“I thought you and Amy had a date … or something,” she said, hesitating slightly.

“Amy told me she’s throwing a party and I didn’t want to attend. I … err … I thought you were going to be there.”

“I was supposed to, but Lyle couldn’t so I said no.”

Katie had just told him Lyle had intended taking her out on the town. Why the inconsistency, Devin wonders?

“Any place, in particular, you’d like to go?” he asks as he swings out into traffic.

“Now that you mention it, I’d just as soon go for a ride in the country. I don’t think I really want to go to a nightclub or anything.”

It’s beginning to get dark, so Devin turns on the car lights, the dash illuminating the front seat a little more. He glances at her quickly; taking his eyes from his driving for the moment, and sees Katie’s short skirt, noting how sleek and sexy her long legs are clad in nylons. Devin feels something happening to him, something pleasant.

“I’d like to take a drive into the country,” Devin said warmly, switching his gaze back to the road just in time to see the stop sign.

He slams on the brakes, the car coming to an abrupt halt.

“Better watch what you’re doing,” Katie said smiling.

“Think you’re right there. We want to get out of town in one piece, right.”

“And when we get out of town, where shall we go?” Katie asks.

“We can park or go to a motel,” Devin said bluntly, wondering what her reaction will be.

Her reaction is the right one. “Fine,” she said. “I’ve been wondering if you are as good as Amy says.”

The three women he had met in the past week, Devin wonders if any of them ever thought about anything but sex. He hopes not.

“What does Amy say if I may ask?”

Katie touches his leg, and it sends a thrill up his back. “You really want me to tell you?”

Devin picks up speed. “Sure, naturally, my male ego demands it.”

Katie squeezes his thigh. “Amy said you’re the best fuck she’s ever had.”

“Amy is exaggerating,” Devin said, but the remark pleased him.

“I wonder?”

He laughs. “We’ll find out, won’t we, Katie?”

“I hope she’s right. I’m sick of men with little dicks who can’t last longer than ten seconds.”

Devin stops laughing. Another girl with a no-good man, he wonders? What’s going on these days? “What do you mean by that?” he asks.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about Lyle. He’s OK, sort of. I mean the usual guy a girl runs into these days, some of them anyhow.”

“Maybe you go to the wrong places.”

“Maybe… Say, how far is this motel?”

Devin laughs again, he likes having a girl be direct about it. “There’s one up ahead about a mile or so. Can you wait?”

Katie doesn’t answer, and they ride along in silence until Devin turns into the court of the motel. He parks the car, goes in the office, gets a room and comes back out. She’s already out of the car.

“Number Six,” he said, and took her arm.

He unlocks the door, and they enter. It’s a nice but small room, but who cares about that particularly, Devin doesn’t.

“So…” Katie said, smiling and thrusting out her large bosom. “The man has me in his power.”

“I should’ve thought to stop and get some booze.”

Katie opens her large purse. “I have a half-pint bottle of vodka, will that help?”

He grins. “I don’t need it if that’s what you mean. I mean for you to have a few drinks.”

“I don’t need stimulants. I was born stimulated.”

There’s nothing quite so exciting and at the same time as awkward as being in a motel room with a strange woman. Devin stands there and then thought to close the door and lock it. He turns around to see her removing her blouse. Then Katie takes off her bra, and her big breasts tumble out in full view. He immediately gets a hard-on.

“Hey,” Devin said. “Give me that bottle. Maybe I’m gonna need it.”

She passes it to Devin, and he takes a drink and gives it back to her.

“Go ahead. A couple” of drinks make it better,” Devin said with a wink.

The redhead smiles and drinks a long one, surprising him. The aroused man moves closer to her, placing hands on her breasts and feels the heat of them. Katie sighs and lowers her head to his chest.

“Take your clothes off, Devin,” she whispers hotly.

There’s something wild about hearing Katie say that. Devin removes his clothing as she does hers and they stand naked together. He puts his arms about her and pulls Katie’s body tightly against him. The redhead giggles a little when she feels his hard-on touch her stomach.

“You like that?” Devin asks his tone shaky in spite of himself.

“I love it,” she said. “You’ve got a big dick, Devin, fucking huge. How big is it? Have you measured it?”

“Its nine and a half inches in this state, not the biggest in the world…”

“Just right if you ask me,” Katie said. “The last guy who tried to fuck me was about four inches and thin like a pencil.”

“A woman as hot as you are wasted on a loser like that. We ought to have quite a session tonight. I’m gonna make you cum like you never have before.”

“Give me another drink. I’ve changed my mind about it. I do need a few after … seeing that huge cock.”

Devin laughs nervously, hands her the bottle and watches her drink. Katie spills some of the vodka and has to wipe her chin.

“Shit…” Katie said shaking her head. “I’m suddenly so nervous; I haven’t felt this way with a guy in years.”

“I’m a little nervous too, it’s natural, I think…” Devin said softly stroking her hair. “We hardly know one another really.”

Katie falls back on the bed, her arms about him and half-pulling him down on top of her. He makes the insertion quickly, feeling the heat of her body as it surrounds his big cock.

“Oomph…” she moans and sighs, “Omigod, it’s in…”

Devin hears her cry out, feels her entire body stiffen as he works. She grabs him by the buttocks and presses her body to Devin’s eagerly, breathing hard and furiously as she does. The man goes deep inside her, pushing inch after inch of thick cock into her cunt, and feels the quiver of his body even as Katie’s spasms.

“Oh, God, you’re so tight,” Devin mutters thickly.

“Amy was right…” Katie said her voice also thick with passion. “You hit the spot every time you move. Fuck, I feel like that thing is gonna tear me in two.”

Devin moves hard and fast on Katie, his thrusting cock going ever deeper with each stroke. She’s moaning and purring, both, and her fingernails begin scratching his back, but the man pays no attention. The feeling of her tight, silky cunt wrapped around his manhood is so marvelous the motel room could’ve burned down without Devin noticing.

“Aaahhhhrrrr … Yeah … fuuuuuuuuuck…” she shouts, and the stiff cock fucks her harder still. “Go faster, babe … Hurt me…”

Devin fucks as fast as he can. Katie’s body stiffens even more, and she clings to him with surprising strength. Eventually, the pinnacles reached, Devin can sense it in her and keeps on battering her cunt with all nine and a half inches of thick cock.

“OH … OOOOOOOOOO … GOD … FAAAAAAARK…” Katie moans. “CUUUUUUUMMING…”

As is Devin and he grunts and curses as the man shoots his load deep inside her convulsing cunt. He holds his cock inside Katie slowly fucking her now, feeling her orgasm peak and then slowly subsides to nothing. Eventually, she pats him on the back and tells Devin she’s finished, and to stop. He does so and lies limply on the redhead, contact not yet having been broken.

“What a fuck,” Katie moans. “Amy knows what she’s talking about.”

“I liked it too,” Devin said, rising on his hands and gazing down at her perspiring face. “You really are a beautiful woman.”

Katie smiles wanly. “Shit, what a cock. You can have me any old time you want. I mean that, right now, if you like.”

Devin removes himself from her body. “We…” he said, “Shall now take a short recess.”

She laughs and places her arms about his neck. Devin goes down and kisses her mouth wetly. The sexy redhead snakes her tongue into his mouth, and Devin feels the thrill go up his spine again. This is a passionate woman, perhaps the most passionate of the three, he thought. The man feels good and lies on her body heavily, not caring if his weight crushes her or not.

“Fuck, are you ever heavy,” Katie groans. “I can hardly breathe.”

“You don’t need to breathe…” Devin teases.

She chokes a little, and he lifts himself off to let the woman get air. “Shit,” she groans. “How long do I have to wait to get some more of that cock?”

“About five to ten minutes.”

“Prove it.”

Devin moves off her. “Take a look, babe,” he said indicating his stiffening cock, still glistening with pussy juice and semen. Katie stares at his cock, draws in her breath and purrs like a kitten. The redhead begins to fondle Devin’s cock. Now it’s Devin’s turn to purr, and he’s not at all surprised when Katie moans and flings her body low on the bed, her red hair completely covering his abdomen. He feels her warm lips circling his cockhead, as the woman tugs at him and after a few moments of this, he’s no longer purring like a kitten, Devin’s more like an aroused, roaring lion.

*****

Strange thing, for the next two weeks Devin doesn’t see any sign of Courtney and her husband Ken, nor does he see either Amy or Katie. Each time he drives to their apartment house, they aren’t in, and whenever he calls Amy, her phone goes straight to voicemail. The sudden disappearance has Devin worried, but he feels his relationship with them is such that he’s not in a position to press it.

It’s on a Saturday afternoon that Devin comes out of his place and runs into Courtney Anderson, psychosexual nut job. The brunette seems different, more composed and perhaps less childish than he remembered her.

Courtney smiles at him. “Hi, did you miss me? Ken and I have been in Los Angeles at a convention.”

“Hey, Courtney,” Devin said cautiously. “How are you feeling?’

“Good, actually…” The woman seems surprised by the question. “Have you got over being mad at me?”

Devin rubs his chin nervously. Why is it she always makes me nervous, he wonders? “I was never mad at you, Courtney.”

She seems to ignore this. “While I was in L.A., I went to see a doctor.”

“Oh?”

“He gave me a few shots, kind of straightened me out, I guess. Don’t I look better?”

“You look good,” he said carefully.

“Thank you.” She turns and goes toward her door. “Take care of yourself, Devin.”

“Sure. You do the same. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Oh, I’ve been right all along.”

Courtney smiles at him and disappears into her apartment.

*****

Devin feels odd. What kind of shots could the doctor have given her, he wonders? He shakes his head and leaves the building. The man knows nothing about mental illness or personality syndromes as Courtney called it if that’s what she really has. He goes to the corner drugstore, buys a bottle of Scotch, returns home, and proceeds to have a few snorts alone. About an hour later, he has a good buzz on, though he isn’t drunk.

Devin calls Amy on his cell phone; it goes straight through to voicemail again. He wonders if Amy and Katie might have left town. The man hopes not, he needs those girls, one of them at least. Either that or he’ll have to see if he can score a fuck on tinder, something he never likes because the women tend to be total skanks.

A knock comes on the door, and the man frowns, thinking it’ll be Courtney again. He hesitates quite a while before going to the door. When he does, he discovers it isn’t Courtney, or her husband Ken, but the fat guy called Lyle—Katie’s friend.

“Mr. Grant? May I come in for a few minutes?” Lyle asks wiping some sweat from chubby flushed face.

Devin rolls his eyes. The glint in the fat guy’s eyes doesn’t seem too friendly. Devin stares the man straight in the eye.

“What do you want?” Devin asks coolly, flexing his muscles unconsciously.

The fat man attempts to step into the apartment, but Devin catches him by the arm and makes him remain in the doorway.

“I just wanna talk to you, I don’t want any trouble,” Lyle said.

“OK, but make it quick,” Devin releases him, stepping out of the way.

The fat man comes in, wipes his face with a somewhat soiled handkerchief, and works his mouth around nervously. “I understand you took Katie to a motel couple of weeks ago.”

Devin stiffens. “Who says so?”

The fat man sighs and drops onto the sofa. “You got a drink I can have? I need one bad.”

Devin reluctantly pours the man a shot of scotch. Lyle drinks and wipes his thick lips. He sighs and burps simultaneously.

“You might as well admit it, Mr. Grant,” Lyle said. “I can’t win against a man like you. I’m middle-aged, fat, and not hung as you are apparently. If you want to take Katie, I guess you can. I came here to ask you to leave her alone. Would you?”

Who the hell does this asshole think he is, Devin thought, staring at Lyle wide-eyed. Katie is a young woman, she shouldn’t be settling for a fat loser like this.

“That’s really up to Katie; she has a mind of her own. You don’t own her, for fuck’s sake,” Devin said with a sneer.

What’s the matter with this fool, Devin wonders? A man doesn’t do a thing like this.

“I understand all that, but I want to keep her, Mr. Grant. You’re a young man; you can get all the women you want. I can’t. Do you understand?”

“Like I said; if Katie wants me to back off then fine. But if I ever have to have this conversation with you again I’ll knock your block off,” Devin said clenching his fists. “Now get the fuck out before I make good on that threat.”

“C’mon, Mr. Grant, don’t get mad. I only want you to leave Katie alone.”

“Look, fuckwit, I only went out with her once. That doesn’t mean I wanna fucking marry her. GOT IT!”

The fat man’s face flushes as he runs his hand through his thin, blondish hair. His blue eyes are watery and unpleasant to look at as he struggles to his feet, perspiring profusely. The chubby man is even wheezing.

“All right, Mr. Grant, I’m glad to hear you aren’t going to make any more passes at her. I’ll say goodbye.”

“Just a minute, I haven’t promised you anything.”

The fat man pauses on the way to the door. “Mr. Grant, if you don’t leave Katie alone then I’ll have to kill you,” he said calmly.

“You’ll what?” Devin said with eyes bulging at the man.

Lyle goes to the hallway and turns to face Devin who is still in his apartment. “I said… If you go near Katie again, I will kill you. I don’t think I can be any clearer than that.”

*****

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