| Dangerous Liasions .... part 3. by Jesse Custer |
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The other man moved. In the darkness he was a tall angular shape, slowed by alcohol or drugs or perhaps just by his own lack of inertia. His face was in shadow, and when she thought he might step into the light the dark fell over him again. There was a sign of rumpled hair. He took out a square from his pocket and put something to his lips. Flick. Flick. Flick. The cigarette and his face was revealed in the glow: taut lean face carved with time or drugs. A thick sheet of stubble was on his chin and cheeks. �Looks pretty fucking interesting,� the new man said. �Look at her,� Mark said. �Just fucking look at her.� �Oh yeah. I can see her. I can see her. She�s got a right little body, hasn�t she? Them tits. Just right size, for me. I like em. I can�t fuck em, but I can sure feel em. You know what, you bitch? I think I�ll cum on them. What do you think of that?� �I didn�t fucking want this,� Jenny said. �I don�t think that what you want means a damn thing to me,� the man said. �She�s fucking lying,� Mark said. �Look at her, Eddie. You can see it in her eyes.� Eddie laughed. He put his cigarette into an ashtray, stepped forward. He reached out a long hand and slapped it right on her breast. Jenny took hold of it in fury and ripped her nails into the flesh and pulled it off. �I am not your bloody toy,� she said. �Keep your fucking hands to yourself, you wanka.� �Hmm.� Eddie smiled, looked at his bleeding hand. He brought back the other and slapped her hard across the cheek. It connected with a wet crack and she staggered to the right. His hands grabbed the front of her blouse, making tight fists of it and he shoved his face into hers. One arm snaked around her slender little waist, smoothed over the small of her back and slid over the material of her skirt. It covered the geography of her cute ass like paint and he grabbed and pulled at her buttocks roughly. She struggled and reached back for the intruding hand and wanted to pull it off but again his size and his muscles were too much for her. He cupped a handful of her ass and squeezed it, kneading the flesh under his fingers. A little smile crossed Eddie�s face and he moved his face forward and darted out his tongue at a little dribble of Mark�s cum. He dabbed it away and licked his lips. �I�m tellin you Eddie, she�s a right horny little slut. Fucking bitch kept showing me her cunt. Over and over. Then she fucking said I couldn�t have it.� �Bullshit we can�t,� Eddie said. �You hear that, bitch?� he asked Jenny. �Fuck off.� She could have driven a knee into his balls but he stood too close. One arm trapped her shoulders and arms, the other was around her waist, pulling her wet pussy into his erect cock. She shouldn�t have been dripping like this. She should have been dry. All the while she was fighting with him, shimmying like a dancer against his chest and crotch and he was grinning because her struggle rubbed her tits against him, slid her groin over his. Behind Eddie, Mark was smiling. His cock was still out, not yet soft, still pointing out and large. It pulsed with his heartbeat, the tip still glistening with his last drops of cum. She had taken that thing into her mouth and brought him off with her lips and tongue. There was another cock pushing against her belly. From the looks of things it wouldn�t take long for Mark to be ready again. Eddie laughed down at her. �Hot little bitch,� he said. �Stop fucking calling me that!� �Oh yeah.� Mark blew out smoke. �Biggest cock tease in the world but when we expect a little something you turn into nuns. Goddamn women are all the same.� �Oh yeah? Is that fucking right?� Eddie�s hand: it turned her ass into a thing. She wanted him so badly to stop. It moved over her buttocks like a creature with a will of its own, kneading her flesh and cupping it, weighing it. When he touched her ass she felt the cock under his jeans twitching and pushing into her harder. He ran a finger down the middle of her crack, pushing the thin material against her asshole, into it. He groaned. �Oh you like that, don�t you, you shithead,� she said. Jenny slammed her fist against his chest. He laughed. She hit him again and he slapped her cheek, not as hard, mocking, still laughing. �Nice try, bitch.� �I am not a bitch.� �You are a walking fucking pussy. Don�t you see that? You are ours. You belong to us. You�re our property.� �Yeah?� She was breathing hard now, from the fight. From the fight. Her breasts rose and fell as her ribcage filled with air. She pushed her pussy onto him, raised herself up. The hand on her ass helped her up. His arm was hard and covered with thin ropey muscle. The fingers dug underneath her buttock, squeezed it tight against him. �Yeah? Yeah?� �You are,� he said. The hand pulled her skirt. It gathered handfuls of material, dragged it up, pulled it clear so her bare little ass was naked to the room. �I am? That right? I am?� She grinned. Instead of fighting she reached down for Eddie�s ass. His jeans were smooth and worn and felt like moleskin. She half closed her eyes and the tip of her red tongue came out, ran over her lips and wet them. They glistened in the near dark. She worked her hips, grinding her groin against him. Her hands filled themselves with his ass, flexing over the tight buttocks and bringing him on into her. Mark�s cock, which had been wilting, now came to attention again. He winced and nursed his balls, rubbing the ache which she had poured into them by sucking him dry. His smile vanished as he bent over slightly, wincing. His cock was hard again, rigid to the point of pain and red with blood. �You like that?� she said. �Hummmmn.� She put her lips against his ear: flicked her tongue onto his earlobe and sucked it into her mouth. She moaned into his ear, licked the inside. He smelled strong, sweat, aftershave, beer, smoke. Musk. �You want my pussy?� she asked. �You think you�d like it? You think you�d like it around your cock? You think you�d like to slide inside me? Huh? You want me on top of you, you bastard? You fucking bastard? You want to see my tits wet with sweat? I�ll fucking ride you so hard you�ll cum so hard you won�t be able to stop and you�ll bleed from your dick.� He grunted, put his palm flat on her bare ass. The skin was smooth and round. He took a handful again, kneading, appreciating, making memories for his hands so he could later masturbate, thinking of the feel of her. �God,� he said. His head tipped back. �You little shit,� Jenny said. She grinned again and kissed his neck. Sucked hard on it. �You want me so bad. You�re a fucking joke. You just can�t stop yourself. You wouldn�t last three seconds in my cunt. You wouldn�t last. You would squirt your load out before you even put it inside, wouldn�t you?� She ground herself harder, faster. �Stop it,� Eddie said. �Slap the bitch,� Mark said. He was breathing hard, panting. His cock was hard and his hand kept straying to it, wrapping around the shaft, tugging on it, then he would wince and take his hand away. �Wouldn�t last three seconds. Little boy. Wouldn�t last. I�m too much pussy for you.� �Jesus,� Eddie said. �Too much pussy. You want to suck on my tits? Asshole. Look at them.� �Stop her, Eddie,� Mark said. �Look at my tits. Go on.� She let out a little gasp: working against him. His cock pulsed, once. Twice. Eddie closed his eyes. His hand was still making its exploration. A finger travelled down the centre of her ass, between her tight buttocks. The tip flicked over her asshole and she smiled. The sensation was brief, tense. He couldn�t get enough of her buttocks, feeling them with desperation as if mere contact wasn�t enough: he needed to possess her. She could feel it. She laughed and moved back. He let her. Her tits were hot with sweat now. Beads of it trickled down between them. She grabbed a handful of Eddie�s hair. It was a little greasy, long, unkempt. Jenny pulled hard enough to make his eyes open, then she made him look at her breasts. They were round, smooth, the nipples taut and hard, caramel coloured, puckered. They ran inside in smooth curves, outside in heavier, rounder lines of skin and flesh. Her voice was low, throaty. �You like em?� Eddie couldn�t speak. His mouth was open and he was taking in short, shallow breaths, shaking with it. Jenny grinned at him again. �You�re going to cum in your pants, fella. I can feel it. You know what? You�re a fucking slut, too.� He hit her. It was a surprise that he could summon such anger in such a state of arousal, but he did and she was on the floor. There had been a fist and her jaw throbbed with sudden, rising pain. �You fucking shut your mouth,� Eddie said. Mark looked at her. He was half bent over, one hand on the arm of the couch. Jenny was on her back and she slowly rolled onto her side to stand. Eddie�s foot hit her in the side and rolled her onto her front. Mark moved over, gasping and grimacing. Her skirt was already tugged up to reveal her ass. Eddie seized the waistband of her skirt and used it to pick her up so she was on her knees, her bare round ass exposed and naked and vulnerable. She felt a finger jamming itself against her asshole, Eddie�s hard hand grabbing her hip. He moved his hand from her asshole to his jeans, frantically unzipping them and yanking the button open. She could hear his gasps, his quick little urgent breaths. He shoved his jeans down. �No,� she said. �No.� �You asked for this,� he said. �You asked.� Mark was in front of her. The drops of cum on his penis were still there, and he put both his hands into her thick flame hair and pulled her head up. The tip of the cock rubbed over her forehead, her eye, cheek, smearing the last of the semen on her face. �I�m gonna enjoy this, you fucking slut,� Eddie said. �You been needing this.� �Don�t, please.� Mark laughed at her. �I didn�t hear,� Eddie said. Jenny was silent. �Go on, then. Do it. If you�re gonna.� �Oh yeah. I�m gonna.� Eddie took hold of his rigid cock and winced. He needed to guide himself into the bitch�s pussy but he didn�t dare touch himself. It throbbed with electicity and his balls were aching. �Well go on and do her,� Mark said. �I�m next.� Eddie guided himself against her. Her cunt was still sopping wet. She didn�t want it to be. She tried to will herself dry, but he touched the tip of his cock against the wetness. Eddie shuddered hard as his tender cockhead rubbed over the wet pussy. Lubricating himself. He groaned and she shook her ass, rolled it around, dropping one hip then the other and when she moaned he let out a high cry and the first drops of cum sprayed from the tip of his cock. They spattered onto her back, the middle, her shoulderblade, making her blouse damp. The second spurt was heavier and shorter: it sprayed onto her ass, landing thickly on her round buttocks, between them, trickling down her crack. He groaned. His hand landed heavily on her back, pressing her down but she remained with her ass in the air, wiggling it still, offering it. She felt the cum trickling down onto her. She laughed. �Shut up.� Jenny laughed again, a high giggle spiked by drugs and terror. �Some stud you are. Big dick boy can�t keep his cum inside.� �Shut up!� Eddie screamed. Jenny continued laughing. �There I was thought I was going to get fucked.� �You are,� Eddie said. �Mark, make her shut up. Gag her.� Mark still had handfuls of Jenny�s gorgeous red hair. He smiled, yanked on it as hard as she could. She screamed and when her mouth opened his shoved his cock in there again. She gagged reflexively on it, then choked back the impulse. She let her mouth relax, take the length in again. The strong taste of his cum was still on it. Mark sighed when he was in her, laughing. He didn�t move his hips, just kept her mouth blocked up with his rigid shaft. The testicles were drawn up tightly against his body and the thing was as hard as before. �Here,� Eddie said. �You bitch. You want fucking. I�ll give it to you.� She heard his footsteps as he walked away. Mark moaned. Her mouth was wet on his cock, making it damp with saliva. He used her hair to make her head move on his cock again. �Lick it,� he said. He tugged on her hair. �Lick it like before or I�ll fucking kill you.� Jenny ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft. Licked the tip of his glans, flickered it like a snake�s tongue. �Yeah. That�s good. That�s good. I should keep you. Get cocksucking from you.� Eddie returned: she felt the pressure of his tread. �Hands behind your back,� he said. Her forearms supported her. �Fuck you.� He punched her in the kidney. The pain was agonizing and in her weakness she felt her wrists seized and pressed together. There was a ripping noise, and something cold and adhesive touched her skin. He wrapped duct tape tightly around her wrists. She struggled, making a muffled whining sound. Her movements just flattened the wide tape into a cutting narrow strip of plastic which she couldn�t escape from. Eddie�s fingers reached for his spilled seed and scooped it. Then they dipped into her damp pussy, stirred around in there. He made his fingers slick with it, all up their length. One big hand grabbed her buttock, pulled it away from the other. He touched his glistening finger to her tight asshole. �Not there,� she said. �Fucking shut up.� �Not there, please.� �You don�t tell me anything, you little bitch.� �Please don�t do that. I hate that.� He wasn�t gentle. After forcing her asshole open, he shoved the first inch of his finger into her. She screamed, or tried to, but the cock gag kept the sound silent. She felt her asshole flowering before the invading finger, the relentless pushing forcing it open. She tried to clench tight but the slick lubrication and the strength behind it defeated her efforts and it tore its way into her. �Oh,� Eddie said. The wet tip of his cock brushed against her thigh. �Oh, that�s tight, honey. That�s a good little ass.� The finger was in her now to the second knuckle. Grunting, Eddie pushed his way inside. Jenny forced more spit into her mouth to keep the big cock there wet and slick and moving instead of a dry choking object. The finger in her ass was moving, rotating inside her and forcing her insides open. Even through all this she could feel her cunt, still wet, still ready for something and she willed the feeling to go away. She hated this. She hated this. She hated it. Eddie pushed another finger up into her. The second one was eased by the progress of the first and this time it slid up into her in one long smooth ride. She groaned loudly around the cock and Mark saw this as a signal to begin slipping his shaft in and out of her again. The two fingers inside her were horrendously painful and Eddie kept stabbing them deeper. She could feel the slickness of his semen inside her asshole, the wetness of her own pussy inside her. She again pulled at the bonds around her wrists and could make no headway. Her shoulders ached badly now. The muscles stretched, overloaded, overworn, pulled into an unnatural position. He used his fingers to violate her, fuck her. He worked at it for a time she could never have guessed: wanting it to be over, she concentrated on her body, how she must look, how she had drawn these two into wanting her. Her knees on the floor, her skirt pulled up high over her, her bare ass exposed and smooth and white in the moonlight, her bra still tangled around her, with cum drying on her back and her ass. The man with the cock in her mouth, using her and yet her slave because she held such power over him. She tried to make a sound. The cock stopped her. Eddie pressed a third finger. The bud of her asshole wouldn�t accept it and she tried to scream, then tried to speak. �I think she has something to say,� Eddie said. Mark took a fistful of her hair on the top of her head, slipped his cock from her. It took her a while to get the breath back. She gasped, and croaked out: �Fuck me.� �Told you. Slut. Told you.� �Fuck my pussy. Please.� Mark laughed. �I need it. Go on. I need it. Do it. Do me.� When Eddie yanked his fingers out of her it felt good. There was perhaps the slightest touch of pleasure there. The relief was so immense and her cunt felt like a throbbing, aching hole, pulsing with need and filthy, dirty want. �What is it?� she asked. Jenny said, �Fucking.� �Where?� �My cunt.� �Beg.� �Please fuck me in my cunt. I really need it.� This time, his load spent so recently, Eddie was able to control himself. He put his hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart, nudging his hard-again cock against her outer lips. There was no gentle attempt at lubricating, no opening of her pussy with his fingers, he just shoved himself in and she let out a wail. When he entered her it filled a void. The cock pushed her open and it hurt, but below that hurt there was a satisfaction of a glowing need which had been growing for hours. He was quick and he was fast and he was hard: fucked her with no thought for her, no consideration for her pain and she became just a cunt. She opened her mouth and screamed hard and then Mark�s cock was put into her mouth and the tip scraped against the roof of her mouth. Eddie�s hands were on her hips, digging into the bone and the flesh, leaving red marks. He would pound into her, ramming up to the hilt, then drag his long dick out until it was almost leaving her cunt, and drive it home again. When he thrust forward she shoved her ass back onto him, impaling herself further. �The bitch has wanted it all fuckin night,� Mark said in a low voice. �All fucking night.� She sucked and slurped on the cock in her mouth, wanting it over again, wanting him to empty inside her. She performed all her tricks, licked his cockhead, ran her tongue over the thick vein underneath his shaft, milking him and forcing it from him. With a great groan he let his second load spray into her mouth, much smaller this time. She swallowed it all without letting any escape, and Mark fell back on his haunches, gasping and cradling his balls. Now free of her first rapist, she turned her head back over to Eddie, who was fucking her with his eyes intent and open and watching her. He brought his hand up, the other still clutching her hip, and slammed the palm down against her ass. The blow stung and the crack of the slap filled the room. She screamed and he did it again, and he grunted harder, his thrusts more pronounced and desperate. �Fill me up,� Jenny said. �Go on. Go on. Do it. Do it in me.� �You fucking bitch. You fucking horny little bitch.� �Come on, just do it, just use me, just do it.� �That�s all you�re good for,� Eddie said. �All you�re good for.� �Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Go on. I am. That�s all. Go on.� Eddie moaned. He let out an ever rising scream and his eyes closed tight. His fingertips dug into Jenny�s ass, leaving red marks the morning afterwards and a thin trail of blood. His bucking continued until she felt the first sprays of cum, and when she did, he stopped still and let his balls empty themselves into her. Like Mark, Eddie sagged down. He said, over and over: �You bitch.� She collapsed on her front, face in the carpet, arms still bound behind her. �Go on, fuck off,� Eddie said. �Get out of here.� �I�m not leaving,� Jenny said. � by jesssy custer send me what you want to happen in your version of part 4.... email your version to [email protected] the name you want published as the author. |
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