Chapter 4: Hell Hath No Fury
Clay pulled out slow, like he was savoring every inch of the drag. His cock came free with a wet, sucking sound that carried across the sand, and Julie's body arched after it, a small greedy lift of her hips that made Jake's stomach turn over. The shaft was thick and ruddy in the moonlight, glazed from root to tip, and a pale thread of cum and her own slick hung between it and her cunt before it snapped and dropped onto the sand.
Julie lay sprawled and open, one arm thrown over her face, her chest heaving. Between her thighs the damage showed plainly. A smear of blood, thin and dark, mixed with the milky flood leaking out of her. It ran down the crease of her ass and pooled in the sand.
"Jesus," Jake breathed. He couldn't stop staring at that white trickle. "Julie, get up. Get up right now and let me, let me get you something to clean up."
She didn't move. Her arm stayed over her eyes.
Clay crouched beside her. His cock hadn't softened, not a bit. It stood out from his body, fat and shining, bobbing when he shifted his weight. He put one big hand flat on her sternum and leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. Whatever he said was too low for Jake to catch, just a warm rumble of it.
Julie's arm slid off her face. Her eyes were wet and bright.
"What?" she said. Her voice was small.
Clay said it again, slower.
She shook her head. "No. I can't. I've never, nobody's ever, not there. You can't."
Meera's fingers tightened on Jake's chest. She had her chin on his shoulder now, her breath warm on his neck.
Clay kept his mouth near Julie's ear, his voice a soft, patient crawl of sound. He nodded toward Jake, just a tilt of his head, and said something else.
Julie turned her head.
She looked at Jake. He saw the change happen in her face, the way her jaw set and her swollen mouth went flat. Whatever Clay had told her, it had landed.
"Julie, don't." Jake tried to step around the log. Meera's arms hooked around his ribs and held him, and for a skinny girl she had weight when she wanted to use it. "Julie, please. Whatever he's saying to you, he's using you. He doesn't care about you.”
She rolled over.
It was awkward. Her arms were shaking and her legs didn't want to hold her right, and she had to push herself up in stages, first to her hands and knees, then her knees alone, her ass settling back toward her heels while she found her balance in the sand. Her hair hung in her face. The chain at her throat swung loose and caught the light.
Clay rose behind her. He spat into his palm, a thick, careless sound, and worked it over the swollen head of his cock until it glistened even brighter. Then he spat again, directly into the cleft of her ass, and Julie flinched and made a small sound.
"Breathe out," Clay said. "All the way out. Don't fight it."
"Julie." Jake's voice came out ragged. "Julie, this is insane. Don’t do this! Look at me. Look at me. Please! Don’t do this.”
She turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, and the anger in her face was worse than anything he had ever seen. Her eyes were dry.
Clay set his palms on her hips, spread her open with his thumbs, and pressed the head of his cock flat against her asshole. Even from where Jake stood, the size of it made no sense. The head alone was round as a plum against that small, tight pucker.
Clay pressed.
Julie's spine bent like a bow. Her hands slid down and her fingers dug into the sand. The head sank in, and the skin around it went white and strained.
"Get it out," she gasped. "Get it out, get it out, oh god, oh god, that's too much, it's too much."
"Push back," Clay said. His voice was unhurried and low. "You're clenching. Let it go slack and push back against me."
"I can't, I can't, it's burning."
"You can. You're taking it already. Look." He cupped her hip with one hand and pressed the other flat on the small of her back, easing her spine down. "Half of it's in you. Breathe out and take the rest."
She breathed out. It came as a long, broken wail, and her body opened around him, the taut ring stretching wider and wider as he drove forward another inch. The sand under her knees scattered as she fought for purchase. Her shoulders shook.
"It's inside me," she said. The words came out wrong, thin and high. i”t's inside me, oh god, I can feel all of it, I can feel it in my stomach."
Jake's breath left him in a rush. He watched Clay's cock slide deeper into that impossible, stretched hole, watched her rim pale and shine around the width of it as it buried itself. Her ass was full and round in his hands, and the cum from before was still leaking from her cunt, dripping down to make her thighs shine.
"Fuck," Clay groaned. "Fuck, that's tight. That's the tightest thing I've ever been inside." He pulled back an inch, and Julie screamed, and then he pressed back in, and she screamed again, wordless, her nails cutting furrows in the sand. "Look at you. You're swallowing it. Your body knows what to do."
"Stop. Stop, please." Jake hardly recognized his own voice.
Clay rocked his hips, a slow, testing push, and Julie made a sound that had no pain in it at all, a raw, shuddering moan.
"Don't," he said.
Julie pushed back.
It was small at first, a shy little roll of her hips that made Clay grunt. Then she did it again, harder, and this time the sound she made was low and thick and hungry.
"Oh," she said. Then, louder, "Oh, that's, oh, keep going, don't stop."
Jake's mouth opened. Nothing came out.
Clay laughed, low and easy, and rewarded her with a full stroke, deep and long, his hips slapping flat against her ass. The wet, working sound of it filled the clearing. Julie cried out and her whole spine dipped and rolled like water.
Clay set a rhythm, steady and heavy, one hand in her hair, the other wrapped around her hip.
"Julie, for god's sake, look at what he's doing to you." Jake finally wrenched himself sideways and got free of Meera's arms. He took two steps and his own undone trousers sagged around his thighs, and he had to catch them. "Julie. Julie. Talk to me."
She turned her head again. Her face was flushed and damp, her mouth hanging open, and there was a shine on her chin she couldn't hide.
"Get back with her," she said. Her voice came in time with Clay's thrusts, jolted and torn. "Go on. Go on back and fuck her again, and cum in her pussy again!”
She pushed her hips back and took Clay to the base, and her mouth fell open in a long, silent O.
Meera laughed. She walked over to Clay and Julie.
“He never fucked me or came in me. I was just teasing him when you came out.”
Julie screamed.