Chapter 3: Double trouble
The orgasm still rippled through Eleanor, leaving her trembling and gasping, her throat raw from Mark’s cock, her cunt stretched and throbbing around David’s. David’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming frantic, shallow, his breath sawing harshly against her damp shoulder blade. "Fuck… Eleanor… I’m gonna—" The guttural warning ripped from him.
"Not yet!" Mark barked, his voice sharp as a whip crack, cutting through David’s building climax. He wrenched his slick cock from Eleanor’s mouth, leaving her coughing, spit trailing down her chin. "Hold it. Lift her. Now."
David grunted, confused but obedient. His powerful arms hooked under Eleanor’s thighs, hauling her dripping body off the bed, her back flush against his sweat-slicked chest. Her legs dangled, feet barely brushing the rumpled duvet. Mark seized the moment, his rough hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight, untouched hole glistening with her own wetness and David’s leaking precum. Mark spat thickly onto the puckered ring, the glob warm and shocking against her sensitive flesh. He pressed the swollen, purple head of his enormous cock against her asshole.
"No… oh fuck, it’s too…" Eleanor whimpered, but David’s grip was iron, holding her impaled on his own thick shaft while Mark leaned his weight forward. The pressure was immense, burning, a brutal invasion. With a brutal, unyielding shove, Mark buried himself to the root inside her ass in one agonizing, breathtaking thrust. "ARRRGH!" Eleanor screamed, her body arching violently, the dual penetration stretching her beyond anything she’d imagined. David groaned low in his chest as her inner walls convulsed around his cock buried in her cunt.
Mark began to piston into her ass with savage, short strokes, the tight ring of muscle gripping him obscenely. David, spurred on, fucked her cunt with matching intensity. They moved against her, driving her body between them like a ragdoll, their hips slamming into her flesh, the wet, slapping sounds mingling with her choked sobs and their guttural grunts. Her world narrowed to the brutal rhythm, the searing fullness, the overwhelming sense of being utterly claimed and used.
The bedroom door, left slightly ajar, swung open with a soft click.
Richard stood frozen in the doorway, his suit rumpled, briefcase dangling from limp fingers. His face drained of color, eyes wide with incomprehension, then dawning horror. He stared at his wife, suspended between the two workmen, impaled front and back, her body glistening with sweat, her face contorted in a mask of pain and ecstasy.
David froze mid-thrust, his cock buried deep in Eleanor’s cunt. Mark slowed, but didn’t stop, grinding his hips deeper into Eleanor’s ass, a low, possessive growl rumbling from his chest. He met Richard’s stunned gaze, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Afternoon, boss. Join the party?"
Richard didn’t speak. He didn’t move. His eyes flickered from Eleanor’s tear-streaked face to David’s rigid back, then down to the thick shaft disappearing into his wife’s ass. A strange, strangled sound escaped him. He dropped his briefcase. It thudded softly on the plush carpet. He took a single, unsteady step forward, then another, his gaze now fixed, hypnotized, on David’s heavy cock, slick and glistening, still embedded in Eleanor’s pussy.
David tensed, unsure. "Richard, man, look—"
"Shut it," Mark commanded softly, his eyes locked on Richard’s approaching figure. "Let him look."
Richard stopped inches from David’s hip. His breathing was shallow, ragged. He reached out, his hand trembling violently, not towards Eleanor, but towards David’s cock. His fingers brushed the sweat-dampened base, then curled around the thick shaft still sheathed inside his wife. He sank slowly to his knees on the carpet.
Eleanor watched in stunned disbelief as her husband, eyes glazed, brought his mouth to the juncture where David’s cock met her body. Richard’s tongue darted out, hesitant at first, licking the mingled fluids coating David’s shaft and her stretched outer lips. Then, with a desperate, hungry moan, he sucked David’s cockhead into his mouth, his lips sealing around the thick base right where it plunged into Eleanor’s cunt, his tongue working frantically against the stretched flesh and the veined shaft.
David gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, driving himself deeper into Eleanor, forcing Richard’s mouth wider. "Holy fuck," David breathed, staring down at the top of Richard’s head. Mark chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into Eleanor’s hips, his own brutal rhythm in her ass resuming. "Keep sucking, boss," Mark ordered, his voice thick with amusement and lust. "Show us how thirsty you really are."
Richard's muffled groan vibrated against David's shaft, his lips sealed tight around the base where it disappeared into Eleanor's slick cunt. He sucked desperately, his tongue probing the stretched, swollen flesh, tasting his wife's arousal mixed with the musk of the workman. David threw his head back with a raw shout, hips bucking erratically against the dual pressure. "Jesus Christ, man! Like that!" he gasped, fingers digging into Eleanor's waist.
Eleanor whimpered, overwhelmed, feeling her husband’s frantic mouth working below while David filled her front and Mark relentlessly pounded her ass. "Richard...?" she choked out, a broken sound lost in the wet noises. Mark’s hand snaked around her front, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard circles that made her body seize. "Shut up and take it, slut," Mark growled into her ear, his breath hot. "Your husband’s finally figuring out where he belongs."
Richard pulled back, saliva and slick glistening on his chin, eyes wide and wild. He fumbled frantically with his tie, then his belt buckle, fingers shaking. Buttons popped as he tore open his dress shirt. "Off. Get them off," Mark commanded, never slowing his brutal pace in Eleanor’s ass. Richard obeyed instantly, shucking trousers and briefs, kicking them aside, standing naked and trembling before them, his own cock rigid and leaking.
"Get over here. On the bed. Between her legs," Mark ordered, jerking his head towards where Eleanor lay pinned and spread. Richard scrambled onto the bed, crawling between Eleanor’s shaking thighs. He lowered his face towards her glistening, gaping pussy, still stretched around David’s thickness. He hesitated, staring at the obscene joining.
"Eat her, Richard," Mark snarled, pulling out of Eleanor’s ass with a slick pop. He grabbed Richard roughly by the hips, positioning him. "Show her you remember how." Richard moaned, lowering his mouth, tongue lashing out to lick frantically at Eleanor’s clit, lapping at David’s shaft where it met her body. Eleanor cried out, back arching.
Mark spat thickly onto his palm, slicking his massive cock. He pressed the swollen head against Richard’s tight, unprepared hole. Richard tensed, a gasp tearing from his throat against Eleanor’s skin. "Relax, boss," Mark grunted, pushing forward relentlessly. "Take it like she does." Richard screamed into Eleanor’s pussy as Mark sheathed himself fully in one brutal thrust, stretching him impossibly wide. "FUCK!" Richard sobbed, body rigid.
Mark gripped Richard’s hips hard, anchoring him. He withdrew slowly, then slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm. Richard’s scream dissolved into broken whimpers. He pressed his face harder against Eleanor, sucking her clit desperately into his mouth, his tongue working in frantic counterpoint to Mark’s brutal thrusts. Eleanor writhed, David still buried deep inside her, the three bodies locked in a raw, sweating tangle of penetration and degradation. The air thickened with grunts, wet slaps, choked pleas, and the sharp tang of sweat and sex. Mark drove into Richard with savage force, forcing Richard’s mouth harder onto Eleanor’s cunt. "Fuck her face, cunt," Mark panted, each thrust jolting Richard forward. "Make her scream."
Richard jerked his dripping face from Eleanor’s pussy, gasping, Mark’s invasion stretching him unbearably. "Get inside her, you fucking cuck," Mark snarled, driving his cock deeper into Richard’s ass with a brutal thrust that shoved Richard forward onto Eleanor’s thighs. Richard fumbled, his own cock slick with spit and her arousal, bumping against her swollen, gaping entrance. "Now!" Mark roared.
Richard shoved himself inside Eleanor’s cunt, the sudden, tight heat making him gasp as her walls fluttered around him. Mark immediately resumed his savage rhythm, pistoning into Richard’s ass, each powerful shove forcing Richard deeper into his wife. "Oh fuck, oh Christ!" Richard cried, caught between the searing pain in his ass and the familiar, overwhelming pressure of Eleanor’s cunt gripping his cock.
Eleanor moaned, feeling her husband’s cock driven into her relentlessly by Mark’s force. "Harder!" Mark demanded, slapping Richard’s asscheek, the sharp crack echoing. Richard obeyed, hips snapping erratically, spurred by Mark’s thrusts and the raw need twisting his gut. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Eleanor’s heaving chest. "Like that, you slut?" Richard rasped at Eleanor, his voice thick with unfamiliar dominance and desperation.
Mark reached around Richard, fingers digging into Eleanor’s hip. "Take it," he growled at her, his eyes locked on where Richard disappeared into her. Richard felt his balls tighten, the brutal fucking from behind pushing him relentlessly against Eleanor’s clit. "I’m… I’m gonna…" Richard choked out, the coil in his belly snapping. His cock pulsed violently inside Eleanor, spurt after hot spurt flooding her depths as Mark hammered him through it. "Fill her up, cuck," Mark grunted, before roaring his own release, his cock jerking deep in Richard’s ass. They shuddered together, a spent, sweating tangle.
They shuddered together, a spent, sweating tangle. Mark grunted, pulling his softening cock from Richard’s ass with a slick, obscene pop, leaving him gaping and trembling. Richard collapsed forward onto Eleanor, his own cock slipping from her cunt, their sweat mingling on the rumpled sheets.
Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by ragged breathing. Eleanor felt the wet heat of Richard’s spent cock against her thigh, the ache deep inside her, the ghost of Mark’s brutal invasion still burning. Mark stood over them, wiping himself casually on the edge of the duvet, a look of cold amusement on his face. "Get off her, cuck," he ordered Richard, his voice rough.
Richard flinched, slowly rolling onto his side, exposing his reddened, abused hole, slick and glistening under the bedroom light. Eleanor pushed herself up on shaky arms, her gaze drawn to the vulnerable pucker, stretched wide by Mark’s massive cock. A strange, raw energy surged through her exhaustion, a dark curiosity mixed with a flicker of power. She looked at Mark, who merely raised an eyebrow, a silent dare.
Without a word, Eleanor knelt behind Richard, her heart pounding against her ribs. She spat thickly onto her fingers, coating them in saliva. "Stay still," she murmured, her voice low and unfamiliar even to herself. Richard whimpered, burying his face in the pillow as her slicked index finger pressed against his loosened ring of muscle.
It slid in easily, past the knuckle, encountering the slick heat inside. Richard gasped, his body tensing. "Fuck, Ellie...!" Eleanor ignored him, pushing a second finger alongside the first, stretching him wider. She crooked her fingers, feeling the tight, clenching muscle resist then yield. "Relax," she hissed, her own breath catching at the strange, forbidden sensation.
She worked her fingers deeper, scissoring gently, feeling him open. "Jesus Christ," Mark breathed, watching intently, his hand idly stroking his semi-hard cock. Eleanor added a third finger, then a fourth, Richard’s muffled cries becoming sharper, a mix of pain and something else. His hole stretched obscenely wide around her knuckles, swallowing her fingers up to the palm. She twisted her wrist, feeling the incredible heat and tightness engulf her hand.
The resistance was immense, a powerful clench against her invasion. With a sudden, forceful shove, Eleanor drove her clenched fist deep into Richard’s ass. His whole body arched violently, a raw, animal scream tearing from his throat as he was impaled, stretched wider than he’d ever imagined possible. "TAKE IT!" Eleanor snarled, her own cry mingling with his as her knuckles disappeared inside him, buried to the wrist in his convulsing hole. She held it there, feeling the incredible, throbbing heat clench around her arm like a vice.
Richard’s scream dissolved into a choked gurgle as Eleanor’s fist stretched his asshole impossibly wide, the muscles spasming violently around her buried wrist. She ground her knuckles deeper inside him, relishing the sheer power, the wet, clenching heat. Mark watched, a dark grin spreading, his thick fingers idly stroking his hardening cock again. "Look at that greedy hole swallow her whole fucking hand," he rasped, eyes fixed on the obscene stretch of Richard’s ass.
David stood near the foot of the bed, wiping sweat from his brow, his gaze flickering between Eleanor’s intense concentration and Richard’s trembling, impaled form. He swallowed hard, his own cock stirring back to life at the raw sight. "Fucking animal," he muttered, half under his breath, adjusting himself through his dusty work pants.
Mark’s head snapped towards David, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "See something you like, Davey?" he taunted, nodding towards Richard’s prone body. "Bet that pretty mouth’s feeling real empty right now." He stepped closer to David, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Why don’t you shut the cuck up? Stuff that cock down his throat while she’s got his ass singing."
David hesitated for only a second, the image instantly searing itself into his brain. Richard’s tear-streaked face, his open, gasping mouth… the invitation was too potent. He moved with sudden purpose, unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink sharp in the heavy air. He fumbled with his zipper, his thick cock springing free, already half-hard and glistening at the tip. He grabbed a handful of Richard’s hair, jerking his head back off the pillow. "Open wide, boss man," David growled, his voice thick with lust. "Choke on this."
Richard’s eyes flew open wide, panic flaring before resignation washed over him, his jaw slackening instinctively. David spat roughly onto his own cockhead, the glob landing on Richard’s lower lip. With brutal efficiency, he shoved his thick shaft past Richard’s teeth, forcing it deep into his throat in one ruthless thrust. Richard gagged violently, his body convulsing around Eleanor’s buried fist, his scream muffled into a wet, choking gurgle. David held his hips still, grinding his cockhead against the spasming tightness of Richard’s gullet, watching the tears stream down his cheeks. "Yeah, take it deep, cuck," David grunted, his fingers tightening painfully in Richard’s hair. "Suck me like you mean it." He began to piston his hips, fucking Richard’s face with short, brutal strokes, each thrust forcing thick cockflesh deeper into the constricting heat of his throat. Saliva and bile dripped messily down Richard’s chin and onto the rumpled sheets.
Saliva and bile dripped messily down Richard’s chin and onto the rumpled sheets. David’s thick cock pistoned relentlessly into Richard’s gagging throat, each thrust forcing a wet, choking sound. Eleanor, knuckle-deep inside Richard’s ass, felt his entire body clench and spasm around her buried fist, the tight channel fluttering obscenely.
"Look at him choke," Mark chuckled low, stepping closer, his gaze fixed on Richard’s tear-stained face. "Like a fuckin’ whore."
Eleanor watched David’s heavy balls slap against Richard’s chin with each brutal face-fuck, the wet sounds mixing with guttural gags. A cold, sharp power surged through her exhaustion. She withdrew her fist slowly from Richard’s gaping, reddened hole, the sudden emptiness making him whimper around David’s cock.
"Stop," Eleanor commanded, her voice low and hard, cutting through the grunts. David froze, his cock still buried deep in Richard’s throat. Mark raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Eleanor pointed a slick finger towards the bed. "Flip him over. On his back."
David slowly pulled his dripping cock out with a slick pop, leaving Richard coughing and gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to David’s glistening shaft. Mark grabbed Richard’s shoulder roughly, flipping the unresisting man onto his back. Richard’s legs splayed, his own spent cock limp against his thigh, his asshole still visibly stretched and pulsing.
"Now," Eleanor said, standing tall despite her own aching body, her eyes blazing with newfound authority. She looked directly at Mark, then David. "Both of you. Fuck him. Hard. One in his ass, one in his mouth."
Mark’s cruel grin widened. "Fuck yeah." He spat onto his palm again, slicking his thick, hardening cock. David, breathing heavily, moved to kneel over Richard’s chest, grabbing his jaw roughly. "Open wide, cuck," David ordered, pushing his cock back between Richard’s lips until the head bumped his throat.
Mark positioned himself between Richard’s trembling legs, lining up his cockhead with the swollen, wet pucker Eleanor had just vacated. He pressed forward, the thick crown stretching the abused ring of muscle wide once more. Richard screamed around David’s cock, a muffled, desperate sound, as Mark shoved relentlessly forward, burying his entire length into Richard’s ass in one brutal thrust that arched Richard’s back off the bed. David immediately began hammering his cock deep into Richard’s throat, silencing the scream. Mark’s hips slammed forward, setting a savage rhythm, driving into the tight, clenching heat as David fucked the mouth.
Mark’s hips slammed forward, setting a savage rhythm, driving into the tight, clenching heat as David fucked the mouth. Richard’s choked gargles vibrated around David’s shaft, his body a taut bowstring stretched between their brutal drives. "Fuck, his ass is still so tight after that fist," Mark grunted, sweat dripping onto Richard’s heaving stomach, each thrust punching the air from Richard’s lungs.
David pulled his slick cock free with a wet slurp, leaving Richard gasping, face slick with spit and tears. "His hole’s gaping wide open for you, Dave," Mark growled, not slowing his own relentless pounding. "Get your fucking cock in there with me. Stretch this cuck slut wider."
David didn't hesitate, spitting thickly onto his palm before slicking his thick, heavy cock. He knelt behind Mark, staring at the obscene stretch where Mark’s shaft vanished into Richard’s reddened, swollen hole. The sight of Mark’s balls slapping against stretched flesh, the glistening pucker straining wide, sent a jolt through him. He pressed his slicked cockhead firmly against the stretched rim, right beside Mark’s pulsing shaft, feeling the incredible heat and the powerful clench of resisting muscle.
"Push, you fucker!" Mark barked, driving deeper, forcing Richard’s hole to open impossibly wider. David leaned his weight forward, the thick crown pressing, stretching the burning ring alongside Mark’s girth. Richard screamed, a raw, shattered sound, his body arching violently off the bed as the searing pressure doubled. David gritted his teeth, forcing his thick cockhead past the agonizingly tight rim, feeling the scorching inner walls clamp down in panicked resistance.
"Give it to him!" Mark roared, bucking hard, his movement creating a fractional shift that helped David. With a brutal, twisting shove, David buried his cock deep into Richard’s ass alongside Mark’s, sheathing himself to the hilt in the impossibly crowded, burning heat. Richard’s scream died into a choked wheeze, his eyes rolling back, body convulsing around the twin invaders stretching him beyond any limit.