S3E2: Raising Whitney's Spirits

You walk over and haul Whitney to her feet. She tries to be obstinate by making herself dead weight, but only for a moment; eventually she takes your hands and lets you slow walk her in lazy circles around the living room. David Darkbloom was a horrible man who did horrible things, but this is a move you copped straight from him without any shame. 


"Errgh," Rose groans. Alex is more positive; his enthusiasm is almost childlike as he breathes, "dancing?"


"You're a shitty dancer when you're drunk," you tell Whitney.


"I'm a shitty dancer period. Dancing's for fags." She glances over her shoulder. "No offense, Alex."


"Ah..." he stammers.


"How was the Grand Canyon?" You ask.


"Vivian's a cunt," Whitney says.


"Sure," you say. "That's part of why you like her."


"I hate her."


You kiss Whitney tenderly, in full view of Alex and Rose. It's a lingering and forceful kiss -- your tongues entwine wetly, and Whitney's cheeks, blushing already from drunkenness, blush deeper still.


This is all Rose cares to see. She starts to go.


"Hold on," you call after her.


"What?" She barks.


You whisper something to Whitney so only she can hear.


"Heeeeh," Whitney wheezes.


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Whitney peers down her nose at Alex and Rose.


Alex is sitting on his knees willingly, but Rose has to be restrained -- you're on bended knee yourself, holding her arms behind her back as she struggles.


"You two are DEMENTED," Rose hollers.


"I told you that you'd regret spitting on me," you say with a sneer.


"She spit on you?" Whitney says, feigning outrage.


Before Rose can say anything to defend herself, Whitney doles out a revenge of her own: by spitting forcefully on Rose's face. Rose winces and recoils, but she doesn't have anywhere to go with you holding her. The spit runs in a sloppy, bubbly rivulet down her forehead.


Rose shakes her head violently, as if to get it off of her. Whitney shows a merciful side now: "Alex -- take care of that."


He crawls over on all fours and, eyes half-lidded, he licks Rose's face clean. Rose plays at being disgusted, but holding her, you feel her resistance beginning to weaken. And you can hear a barely audible murmur escape her lips, one that definitely isn't displeased with the attention. When Alex has done his duty, he sits back on his haunches and looks up at Whitney for approval. She rewards him with a smile.


"How does it feel?" Whitney demands of Rose. "Not so nice getting spit on, huh?"


Rose doesn't reply and refuses to meet Whitney's gaze. Whitney nudges her with a toe, between her legs, rubbing against her mound without anything even approaching consent. "What's the matter, cunt? Say something."


"She didn't like seeing us kiss," you say.


"Ohhhh," Whitney says, as if having an epiphany. "The stupid bitch is jealous. I get it."


She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her pants and shimmies out of them. You shouldn't have been surprised: she's not wearing underwear, and her pussy is already puffy with arousal. She steps closer, reaches down, and grabs a tuft of Rose's hair. Rose's face is inches from Whitney's bare genitals now, she can surely smell its honey-sweet scent and see the little streams of wetness dripping down her toned thighs. The look on Rose's face is a strange mix of loathing and allurement -- she likes what she sees and simultaneously hates that she likes it.


"If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask," Whitney says. "Go ahead -- kiss me."


"No," Rose says, defiant to the last.


She's gonna make you force her. That's fine too.


You give Whitney a helping hand. Together, you push Rose's face into Whitney's crotch. She tries to wrench herself free, but she has no leverage, it's 2-against-1 and no use fighting against the oncoming rape. You'll hold her there as long as you need to, until she passes out if need be -- until she does as ordered. And finally, after agonizing seconds of cutting off her air supply with Whitney's cunt, she complies. You hear the wet noise of Rose's lips pursing and kissing Whitney on her pussy. Whitney, hissing with an almost pained delight, throws her head back. "Therrrre you go," she says.


She steps off, giving Rose only a second or two of fresh air. Rose is flushed deep red and strands of her own hair are matted to her face -- a mess already. She gasps like a victim of drowning. And then it's right back to work: Whitney squats now, rests part of her weight on Rose's head and neck, forcing the poor girl to lap at her like a bitch. You let go so that Rose can brace herself with a hand against either of Whitney's legs.


Whitney rubs herself back and forth on Rose, wagging her hips in debauched pleasure. Several times you see Rose's cute button nose disappear into Whitney's twat. But mostly Whitney is enjoying the sharp pink little tongue that Rose has learned over time to put to such excellent use.


You no longer have to hold Rose down, so you stand and relieve the pressure in your jeans, unzipping your fly and letting your cock loose. Whitney snaps her fingers, directing Alex to the other side of her, and she doesn't even need to voice the command; Alex knows his job. He spreads Whitney's ass and starts rimming her out, without hesitation. You can see his cock straining against the material of his spats as he works.


"Fuck, this is nice," Whitney sighs, looking up at you. "Good little fuckpigs..."


Rose seems to try to protest this, but whatever stupid fucking thought she wanted to voice is lost as Whitney presses down even harder and smothers it.


"I'll let you decide," you tell Whitney, feeling gracious. "Which one do you want to see me cum inside tonight?"


She flashes a Cheshire grin and shrugs. "How about some incest, Ally? That really gets me off~"


You can't argue. You get down and press the small of your hand against Rose's tummy, forcing her to waddle backwards on her knees while she eats Whitney out. From this angle you can see that Rose's face is an even worse mess than before, her makeup smeared obscenely and her features covered in Whitney's cum. She looks hardly human.


Finally you have her pushed far enough back that you can get free access to her ass. Whitney watches, eyes filled with adoration, as you hike up your cousin's skirt and rip her satin panties to shreds. Rose's pussy is as soft and pliable as the rest of her, and she might fight you, but getting raped makes her wet. You shove two fingers into her without any foreplay and enjoy the way it makes her jolt. As deep as you can go, her insides are hot and tight and practically begging for dick. She can say no as many times as she wants; you know she wants you to fuck her.


"Is she wet?" Whitney asks.


"Of course she is," you grunt. "Fucking cunt." You spank her for impact, once, twice. She squeaks. Whitney coos.


Alex, not to be outdone, is licking Whitney's asshole so eagerly that the sound of it echoes off the walls. He evidently enjoys being Whitney's "fuckpig," unlike Rose, and moans to himself as he helps her ride out a series of miniature orgasms.


You grab your cock by the root and position yourself directly behind Rose now. "Get ready, slut," is the only warning you're generous enough to give her, immediately before shoving yourself as deep as you can inside her. Her elastic cunt is so tight that you can't get cleanly in to the hilt with one thrust. You have to pull back and try again, a short stabbing buck of the hips that breaks the last resistance of Rose's deepest parts and lets you settle balls-deep against the familiar walls of her womb.


"Ohhh," you can't help sighing. Rose might be obnoxious sometimes, but her hole is a wonderful cumdump.


Whitney has one hand on each of Rose's and Alex's heads, using them as living sex toys for her own amusement. You establish a steady pace of slow, short, deep strokes up Rose's cunt as you watch. Stirring her up inside, enjoying the way she begins to rotate her hips back against you despite herself. Alex, desperate for relief too, reaches down and starts tugging himself off.


"They're gonna-- make me-- cum--" Whitney chokes out. "Oh god... cum inside her! I want to cum with you, Ally!"


You grunt and pick up the pace, beating Rose's abused pussy to a pulp as you brutally slam-fuck her. You can practically feel the soft interior walls begin to bruise and tear. Her gasps -- of pain, pleasure, or probably both -- are almost impossible to hear over the squelching noise of Whitney's gushing cunt against her face. As you see Whitney begin to squirt, you go over the edge yourself, and blow a hot load of cum into Rose. No warning for that, no gentleness, just a loud bellow and your pulsating cockhead spewing its sperm as deep as you can get it.


You almost collapse with the exertion of it, but you know better, because what comes next is the best part. Stepping away, your cock slipping out with an audible plop and a little dribble of cum, you stand. Whitney lets go of Rose too. Without the support, Rose falls to her back, eyes glazed and distant, face coated in slime, choking on Whitney's girl-cum as she struggles to breathe again.


Whitney's turn to go to her knees: in front of Rose as Rose writhes, incoherent; to suck your jizz directly out of the dumb cow. Alex, leaning against the sofa, eyes as glazed as Rose's, face as wet and red and slimy too, finishes himself off. He sprays the tile floor in front of him as he watches the depraved scene, gasping in a girly staccato. He can appreciate watching a girl eat cunt as well as you can. It's a lovely sight.

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