Chapter 2: The Shared Submission
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The thick scent of sandalwood and sex hung heavy in the dim air. Louise’s mouth was a hot, wet pressure around Jezreel’s cock, her tongue swirling experimentally over the slick head. He groaned, low and deep, the sound vibrating through her as his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly in her hair. Not pulling, just holding.
Martina watched, kneeling beside them on the plush rug, her own breath coming fast. She licked her lips, eyes fixed on the junction of Lou’s mouth and Jezreel’s rigid flesh. Jezreel’s gaze snapped to hers, sharp and commanding in the flickering candlelight. "Touch her," he ordered Martina, his voice rough velvet. "Show her how fucking sexy she looks sucking cock."
Martina didn’t hesitate. Her hand slid possessively over Lou’s bare back, feeling the smooth skin, the slight tremor running through her friend. Her fingers traced the curve of Lou’s waist, dipped lower to cup the swell of her ass still half-covered by bunched jeans. Martina leaned close, her breath hot on Lou’s ear. "Fuck yeah, Lou," she whispered, her voice thick. "Take more. Show him how hungry you are."
Louise whimpered around Jezreel’s cock, the vibration making him hiss. Emboldened by Martina’s words and touch, Lou sank lower, taking him deeper into her throat. Her lips stretched wide around his girth. She gagged slightly, pulling back just enough before diving down again, her hand working the base he wasn’t reaching.
Jezreel’s control was a palpable force. His free hand shot out, grabbing Martina firmly by the back of her neck. He pulled her forward, her face inches from his cock sliding in and out of Lou’s mouth. "Suck her tits," he commanded Martina, his eyes locked on hers. "Make her fucking scream."
Martina obeyed instantly. She pushed Lou’s shoulder gently, urging her to lean back slightly. Lou complied, her head still bobbing on Jezreel’s cock, freeing her chest. Martina dipped her head, sucking Lou’s dusky nipple deep into her mouth, her teeth grazing the hard peak. She swirled her tongue fiercely, her other hand roughly kneading Lou’s other breast.
Louise arched her back off the floor, a ragged cry muffled around the thick shaft filling her mouth. Pleasure jolted through her, sharp and electric, mingling with the intensity of sucking Jezreel. Her hips ground instinctively against nothing. Jezreel watched Martina devour Lou’s breast, watched Lou writhe on his cock. "That’s it," he growled. "Make her fucking lose it." Martina sucked harder, pinching the other nipple roughly between her fingers.
Jezreel’s grip in Lou’s hair tightened again, guiding her rhythm, setting the pace. "Faster," he demanded, his voice tight. "Suck it like the dirty little slut you are." Louise moaned, the vibration sending sparks up his spine. She sucked harder, faster, her cheeks hollowing obscenely, spit slicking her chin and his cock. Martina switched breasts, her mouth leaving wet, red marks on Lou’s skin.
Jezreel could feel the pressure coiling low in his gut. He pulled Lou’s head back sharply, his cock popping wetly from her swollen lips. A string of saliva connected them. Her eyes were glazed, her chest heaving. Martina looked up, her lips glistening. Jezreel’s gaze, dark and predatory, swept over them both. "Jeans off," he ordered Lou, his tone brooking no argument. "Now."
Louise scrambled, fumbling with the button and zipper of her own jeans, pushing them and her lace panties down her legs in one frantic motion. She kicked them aside, lying back naked on the rug, her chest flushed, her dark curls glistening with arousal. The cool air hit her wetness, making her gasp. Jezreel stood, his erection jutting hard and angry. He looked down at her, then at Martina. "Get on her," he told Martina. "Eat her fucking pussy. Make her cum."
Martina needed no further prompting. She moved between Lou’s splayed thighs, lowering her head. Her tongue, hot and broad, licked a long stripe up Lou’s soaked slit. Lou cried out, her back arching off the rug. "Oh fuck! Tina!" Martina buried her face between Lou’s legs, her tongue plunging deep, flicking rapidly over Lou’s swollen clit. She sucked it hard into her mouth, her fingers spreading Lou wider.
Jezreel dropped to his knees beside Martina. He didn’t touch Lou yet. He grabbed a fistful of Martina’s hair, pulling her head back sharply from Lou’s cunt. Martina gasped, her mouth wet and shining. "Look at me," Jezreel commanded her. He guided his cock towards her parted lips. "Open wide, baby." Martina took him instantly, deep into her throat, gagging around his thickness as he held her head still, fucking her mouth with short, sharp thrusts.
Louise writhed beneath them, desperate, watching Jezreel use Martina’s mouth. "Please," Lou gasped, her fingers digging into the rug. "Please, Jez... touch me..." Martina moaned around Jezreel’s cock, the sound vibrating through him.
He pulled out of Martina’s mouth with a wet pop. He shifted his weight, kneeling between Lou’s thighs. One hand grabbed Lou’s hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The other guided the thick, swollen head of his cock through her drenched folds. He rubbed it hard against her clit, making her shriek. "You want this cock?" he demanded, his voice a harsh rasp. "You fucking want it deep in your tight little cunt?"
"Yes!" Louise screamed, her hips bucking frantically against him. "God, yes! Fuck me, Jez! Please!"
He didn't make her wait. With one brutal thrust, he slammed his entire length deep inside her. Louise’s body bowed off the floor, a raw, guttural cry tearing from her throat. She was unbelievably tight, impossibly wet and hot. He held himself deep for a moment, letting her feel every throbbing inch buried inside her. "Fucking yours," he growled, pulling back almost all the way before driving in again, hard and deep. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed in the room.
Martina, kneeling beside them, watched hypnotized. One hand slid between her own legs, fingers rubbing frantically at her clit. The other reached out, grabbing Lou’s hand, intertwining their fingers tightly as Jezreel fucked their friend with relentless, pounding thrusts. Lou’s cries grew louder, higher, punctuated by gasps. Jezreel bent over her, his hand gripping her throat lightly, not choking, just holding her still, forcing her to take every brutal inch. "Look at her," he growled at Martina, his hips pistoning. "See how fucking beautiful she is getting wrecked?"
Martina moaned, her own fingers working faster, her eyes glued to where Jezreel’s cock disappeared again and again into Lou’s stretched, glistening pussy. "God, she’s so fucking wet," Martina panted. "Fuck her harder. Make her scream for us."
Jezreel obliged. He shifted, pulling Lou’s hips higher, changing the angle. His next thrust hit so deep Lou’s scream cut off into a strangled gasp. Her eyes flew wide. "Oh GOD! THERE!" she shrieked. "Right fucking THERE!"
He hammered into that spot, relentless, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. The wet, smacking sounds filled the incense-laden air. Martina’s fingers were a blur between her own legs, her breath coming in sharp gasps matching Jezreel’s rhythm. "Cum for me, Lou," Jezreel commanded, his voice ragged, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving chest. "Squirt all over my fucking cock. Do it!"
The command tipped her over the edge.
Louise convulsed beneath Jezreel, a raw, keening wail tearing from her throat as her cunt clamped down on his cock in fierce, rhythmic pulses. Her back arched impossibly off the rug, every muscle locked tight, soaking him, the rug, herself. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she screamed, her voice cracking, fingers scrabbling uselessly at the pile beneath her. Jezreel snarled, grinding deep, riding out her climax, each spasm milking him ruthlessly. Martina watched, transfixed, her own fingers still buried in her wetness, knuckles white.
The brutal energy shifted as Lou collapsed, trembling violently, gasping like a landed fish. Jezreel slowly withdrew, his cock glistening, slick with her release. He panted, sweat dripping onto Lou's heaving stomach. Before he could catch his breath, Martina moved. Fast.
Her palm cracked across his ass cheek – a sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the sudden quiet. Jezreel jerked, a surprised grunt escaping him. Martina didn't hesitate. She shoved his shoulder hard, forcing him sideways onto his back onto the rug beside the spent Louise.
"Stay," Martina commanded, her voice low, dangerous, utterly unlike her earlier playful tone. She loomed over him, her small frame radiating authority in the candlelight, glasses slightly askew, chest flushed. Jezreel stared up at her, breathing hard, a flicker of surprise and something hotter in his dark eyes. He didn't move.
Louise turned her head weakly on the rug, watching through dazed, pleasure-hooded eyes. Martina ignored her for a moment, her focus entirely on Jezreel sprawled beneath her. She planted one bare foot firmly on his chest, right over his pounding heart, pinning him. The pressure was undeniable, possessive. "You feel good inside her, Jez?" Martina asked, her voice a silky rasp. She pressed down slightly with her foot. "Feel how tight she was? How fucking wet?"
"Yeah," Jezreel managed, his voice rough. His gaze flicked to where Louise lay splayed, her thighs still parted, glistening. "Fucking incredible."
Martina’s smile was sharp. "Good." She lifted her foot from his chest and knelt swiftly, straddling his thighs, facing his cock. It lay thick against his stomach, still half-hard, slick and flushed. She didn't touch it. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at Louise. "Watch him, Lou," Martina ordered. "Watch what he does for me."
Her hand closed around the base of Jezreel’s cock. Not gentle. A firm, claiming grip. She pumped slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on his face. "Remember that mouth?" she murmured, her thumb smearing pre-cum over his swollen head. "Remember how it felt around your cock? How she sucked you so fucking deep?" She tightened her grip on the upstroke, making him hiss.
Louise pushed herself up weakly on one elbow, her gaze fixed on Martina’s hand working Jezreel’s length. A fresh shiver ran through her. Jezreel’s hips lifted slightly off the rug, seeking more friction. "Fuck, Tina," he groaned, his hands clenching at his sides, obeying her unspoken command to stay still.
Martina leaned forward, bringing her face close to his cock. Her free hand reached back, fingers tangling roughly in Jezreel’s hair, forcing his head to tilt back, exposing his throat. "You want my mouth, Jez?" she breathed, her lips brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft. He could feel her warm breath. "You want me to suck your cock like she did?"
"Christ, yes," he gasped, his body taut.
Martina’s laugh was low, cruel. "Too bad." She released his hair and sat back on her heels, her hand still slowly stroking him. She looked directly at Louise. "Get over here." Her voice cut through the humid air. "On your knees. Behind him. Show him what that pretty mouth can do to his balls while I fuck his cock with my hand."
Louise scrambled. The command cut through her post-orgasm haze, reigniting embers of need. She pushed herself up, her legs shaky, and crawled on hands and knees around Jezreel’s head. The scent of him, sweat and sex and the musk of his balls, was overwhelming up close. She saw Martina watching her, a fierce challenge in her eyes. Jezreel tensed, lifting his head slightly to see her approach.
Louise lowered her face to the thatch of dark curls at the base of his cock. Martina’s rhythmic stroking continued above. Louise inhaled deeply, then licked a slow, wet stripe up the heavy sac. Jezreel jolted, a guttural groan tearing from him. "Fucking hell," he rasped.
Martina’s hand tightened on his cock, twisting slightly on the upstroke. "Suck them, Lou," she commanded, her voice steady, dominant. "Suck his balls into that hot little mouth. Show him."
Louise obeyed. She opened her mouth wide, enveloping one tight orb, sucking it gently, her tongue swirling the sensitive skin. She felt it draw up against the roof of her mouth. Jezreel swore again, his hips bucking helplessly off the rug. Martina used her grip to hold his cock steady, her other hand coming down to press firmly on his lower belly, pinning his hips. "Hold still," she snapped. "Let her work." Her eyes burned into Lou’s. "Harder. Use your teeth. Just a little."
Louise obeyed, grazing the taut skin of his ball lightly with her teeth as she sucked. Jezreel gasped, a sound of pure, agonized pleasure. Martina watched the interplay – Louise’s dark head bobbing at his groin, Jezreel’s body straining against her hold. She pumped his cock faster now, her grip slick with his pre-cum and Lou’s saliva dripping down. The lewd, wet sounds filled the space between the low thrum of the jazz.
"Switch," Martina ordered Lou after a moment. Louise released the first ball with a soft pop and immediately took the other into her mouth, sucking and laving it with the same focused intensity. Jezreel was trembling, sweat sheening his chest, muscles corded in his neck. "Fuck...Tina...gonna..."
"Not yet," Martina cut him off, her voice like steel. She slowed her stroking hand, easing the pressure. "You don't come until I tell you, Jez. You hold it." She looked down at his face, contorted with need. "Louise made you feel like a king, didn't she? Sucking you, taking you deep? You think that was good?" She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "Just wait. I'm going to ride you until you scream. But first..." Her gaze snapped back to Louise, still diligently sucking his balls. "...you're going to taste me. While he watches."
Martina shifted her weight, lifting one knee, then the other, turning her body while still straddling Jezreel’s thighs. She positioned her glistening, swollen pussy directly over Jezreel’s face. The scent of her arousal, musky and deep, hit him full force. She lowered herself slightly, her wet folds brushing his lips. "Open your fucking mouth, Jez," she ordered. "And stick out that tongue. You're going to eat my cunt while Lou sucks your balls. Don't you fucking dare stop."
Martina’s command hung, thick as the incense. Jezreel’s mouth opened beneath her, his tongue pushing out, hot and broad, dragging a wet, immediate stripe up her soaked slit. She gasped, her thighs clamping instinctively around his head, the sensation sharp and electric. “Fuck yes, just like that,” she groaned, grinding her swollen clit against his mouth. Below his chin, Louise’s mouth was a furnace around his balls, sucking one deep, then the other, her tongue a relentless pressure on the tender skin. He moaned, the vibration shuddering through Martina, trapped between her legs.
"Lou," Martina panted, her voice strained, watching Louise work. "Taste him. Taste how hard he is for us." She rocked forward, forcing Jezreel's tongue deeper inside her. Louise obeyed instantly, releasing his balls with a slick pop and licking up the rigid shaft Martina still gripped. Her tongue traced the thick vein, lapped at the leaking head, then took him fully into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Martina’s fist tightened on his cock in time with Louise’s sucking, a brutal, wet counterpoint to Jezreel’s muffled groans and the frantic lapping of his tongue on her cunt.
The heat was unbearable, exquisite pressure building at Martina’s core. Jezreel’s tongue stabbed deep, then flicked rapid circles on her clit, his nose buried in her curls. Louise sucked harder, her hand joining Martina’s on his cock, both women stroking and sucking in a frenzy. "Don't you fucking stop, Jez," Martina gasped, her hips bucking against his face. "Eat me. Make me cum all over that fucking tongue." Her orgasm wasn't a wave; it was a detonation. Her back arched violently, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her thighs clamped Jezreel's head like a vice. "YES! FUCK! FUCK!" The first hot gush hit his chin, then another, a sudden torrent splashing over his lips, chin, and neck. She squirted violently, uncontrollably, her body convulsing, drenching his face and the rug beneath in hot, musky fluid. Jezreel grunted, choking slightly, but his tongue never stopped, lapping frantically at the source, drinking her down as she spasmed above him.
Louise watched, mesmerized, Martina’s release dripping onto Jezreel’s chest. She released his cock, panting, her own arousal a throbbing ache. Martina slumped forward, trembling, one hand braced on Jezreel’s heaving chest, the other still loosely fisted around his slick cock. She looked down at him, drenched in her release, his eyes dark and desperate. "Good boy," she breathed, her voice wrecked. She shifted her weight, knees straddling his ribs now. Her gaze locked with his. "You held it. Now..." She released his cock and reached back, fingers slick with her own juices and his pre-cum, guiding the thick head to her entrance. "Now you're going to fuck me until you break." She sank down in one smooth, deep stroke, taking him to the hilt, her muscles clenching around him as her soaked cunt met his sticky skin. "Ruin me, Jez."
Jezreel’s restraint shattered. Martina’s command, raw and demanding, ignited something feral. His hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, halting her downward grind. A guttural sound ripped from his throat – pure, unleashed hunger. He surged upwards, powerful thighs coiling beneath him, flipping their positions with brutal efficiency. Martina gasped, the world tilting violently, the plush rug scraping against her back as her glasses skewed sideways. He loomed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, his weight settling heavily between her thighs.
The sudden dominance stole her breath. "Fuck, Jez," she choked out, a thrill sparking beneath the shock. His eyes, usually warm brown, were black pits reflecting the erratic candlelight, fixed solely on her. No easygoing smile now, just pure, predatory intent. He didn’t speak. His free hand slid down her sweat-slicked body, over the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, rough fingertips scraping her hipbone before diving between her legs. His fingers plunged into her soaked cunt without preamble, two thick digits curling deep, finding the spot he’d wrecked Louise on moments before.
"Still dripping," he rasped, his voice unrecognizably coarse. He scissored his fingers brutally inside her, stretching her, the wet sounds obscenely loud. Martina arched, a strangled cry tearing loose, her body instinctively trying to buck him off. He held her down effortlessly, his fingers pistoning, relentless. "You wanted ruin? You fucking got it." He withdrew his fingers, glistening and slick, and shoved them roughly into her mouth. "Taste it. Taste how fucking wrecked you are."
She sucked instinctively, the musky tang of her own arousal flooding her senses, humiliation and raw lust twisting together. He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, dragging them down her cheek, leaving a slick trail. His other hand released her wrists only to wrap around her throat, not choking, just holding, a collar of heat. He leaned down, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "Lou saw you squirt like a fucking fountain on my face," he growled, the words filthy, deliberate. "Now she’s gonna watch me break you."
Louise knelt frozen nearby, forgotten for a heartbeat. Her own body hummed, still tender from her climax, her gaze riveted to Jezreel’s powerful back, the muscles straining as he pinned Martina, the brutal invasion of his fingers. Seeing Martina, always so fiercely in control, pinned and commanded sent a fresh, illicit thrill through her core. She shifted forward, drawn like a moth to the flame.
Jezreel didn’t glance at her. His focus was absolute. He spat onto his palm, slicked his already glistening cock with a few rough strokes, the thick head purple and straining. He positioned himself, the blunt pressure against Martina’s stretched entrance undeniable. He looked down at her, his grip tightening minutely on her throat. "Scream for me," he commanded, low and dark. He slammed home.
Martina’s back snapped off the rug, her scream ripped raw and high, echoing the trumpet’s wail. He buried himself to the hilt in one punishing thrust, tearing through her swollen, sensitive flesh. She felt impossibly full, stretched to the burning edge. He didn’t pause, didn’t ease. He pulled back almost out and hammered into her again, setting a brutal, piston-like rhythm that rocked her entire body against the unyielding floor. The slap of his skin against her ass was a constant, lewd percussion undercutting her cries. "Yes! Fucking YES!" she shrieked, the pain-pleasure threshold obliterated, her nails raking uselessly at his forearm locked across her chest.
Louise couldn’t stay back. The raw carnality, Martina’s helpless abandon, Jezreel’s savage dominance – it was magnetic. She crawled forward on trembling hands and knees, positioning herself beside Martina’s head. Martina’s eyes, wide and unfocused behind her crooked glasses, met Lou’s. They held a plea, a shared madness. Louise leaned down, her long hair brushing Martina’s flushed cheek, and kissed her. Not gentle. Hard, demanding, her tongue invading Martina’s mouth, tasting her friend’s frantic breath, the shared salt of sweat. Martina kissed back desperately, a lifeline in the storm, her cries muffled against Lou’s lips.
"Look at her," Jezreel snarled, his thrusts unrelenting, each one punching the air from Martina’s lungs. "Look at your friend sucking your tongue while I fuck your brains out." His hips snapped forward, burying himself impossibly deep, grinding against her cervix. Martina sobbed into Lou’s mouth, a sound of utter wreckage and ecstasy. Jezreel’s pace became even more frenzied, the force threatening to split her apart. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Martina’s heaving chest. "Gonna fill you," he ground out, the words thick with impending release. "Gonna pump this fucking cunt full." He drove into her one last time, a roar tearing from his chest, his body locking rigid as he emptied himself in violent, pulsing spurts deep inside her convulsing walls. Martina’s scream dissolved into choked, guttural moans against Lou’s lips, her body clamped around him like a vice, trembling uncontrollably as the brutal sensations overwhelmed her.
He collapsed forward slightly, his forehead resting against Martina’s damp shoulder, his weight heavy, his breathing harsh. Martina lay beneath him, utterly spent, eyes closed, her body still shuddering with aftershocks, Jezreel’s cock softening but still buried deep within her. Louise pulled back from the kiss, gasping, looking down at her friends joined together, a tableau of raw exhaustion and satiation. The incense smoke curled lazily around them, the jazz a low, sultry murmur. Jezreel lifted his head, his gaze finding Louise over Martina’s shoulder. His eyes, no longer feral but heavy-lidded, held a question, a silent acknowledgment of the shared space they occupied. He shifted his weight, his softening cock slipping free from Martina with a wet sound that seemed deafening in the sudden quiet. Martina whimpered softly at the loss. Jezreel rolled onto his side on the rug, facing them, one hand possessively splayed on Martina’s hip. His chest rose and fell steadily, his skin gleaming. He reached out, his fingers brushing a damp strand of hair from Louise’s cheek. His touch was warm, grounding. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her, then down at Martina, a slow, satisfied exhaustion settling over his features. The air still thrummed, thick with spent desire. Louise stared back, her own body aching, a new, deeper hunger stirring beneath the