[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (10 page)

            “If you´ll put
out for him, then you can for me as well.  Maybe I´ll let you escape?  Huh?
What do you think about that?  Will you fuck me for your freedom?” he snarled,
baring his teeth at her.

            “Fuck you, you
bastard!”  She hit out at him, kicking him where she could, fisting her hands
and smacking him on the chest and side.  He grabbed her arms and clamped her
legs together with his own.  Pressing down onto her to stop her from attacking
him, she felt his cock brand itself against her stomach.  The fight died out of
her almost instantaneously, her body seizing up in shock at his arousal.  She
made a token struggle, but she couldn´t fight him with any real fire.  Was the
pheromone fucking with her body and mind as well?  When a guy pushes you onto
the ground, you fight, then you feel his erection, you need to be worrying that
he´s going to rape you, she said to herself.  It shouldn´t make her feel an
answering arousal!  But somehow the fight with him excited her and made her
more
aroused.

            Pulling her arms
above her head, he settled his chest on top of hers.  She tried to buck her
back to shift him from her body, but it didn´t work.  He was too heavy and she
wasn’t strong enough to budge him.  It just rubbed his chest against her
breasts, making her nipples harden into tight peaks, and his cock made a
further dent into her stomach.

            She moaned
helplessly, and whispered, “Stop it, Remy,” but spoiled the plea by rolling her
hips.

            “Oh
chérie
,
you don´ really want that do you, sugar?”  He nuzzled his face against her
hair.

            “I shouldn´t,
Remy,” she groaned as he pressed his hips deeper against her. “I don´t like how
you make me feel.”

            “How´s that,
Yvonne?”

            “You make me
ache, you all do.”

            At her words, he
pressed his lips against her neck, and chuckled huskily at something.  He
licked and supped at her skin, then pressed small baby kisses over her neck and
onto her jawline.  He touched his lips to each corner of her full mouth, and
then he danced his mouth onto her eyelids, they fluttered helplessly.

            Her neck swayed
gently from side to side, and as it tapped against his, she whispered, “Kiss
me, Remy.”

            “With pleasure,
chérie,
” he whispered back.

            His mouth crushed
against her lips, parting her mouth to him.  He licked her lips, the feeling
made them tingle oddly, and she parted them weakly.  His tongue moved around
the perimeter of her mouth, and she caught it gently between her teeth then
flicked it with her own.  

            She released it,
then he rubbed his tongue against hers, and curled them about the other.  She
could feel the thrum of need start to burn through her body--she wouldn´t have
thought it possible to have experienced the orgasms she´d had before, then to
think about them again, but she could feel her body start to react to Remy´s.

            Yvonne felt as
wild and unbidden as a bitch in heat around them.  They’d infected her with an
arousal so strong, she couldn’t resist them.

            Her reaction was instinctive,
and out of her control.  They seemed to know just what to do to ensnare her
body in their traps.  When they touched her sexually, she just couldn´t help
herself from giving in.  It was more than just being a slut that put out for
anyone and everyone, it was about them, the completion she felt when they
touched her, how right it all felt.  It didn´t feel dirty or wrong, she didn´t
feel cheap afterwards.  On the contrary, she was filled with an overwhelming
sense of rightness.

            She was just
about to sleep with another irresistible man.  Not once in her life had she had
two sexual partners so close together.  Her actions were a complete anathema to
her regular way of life, but she didn´t feel used or unclean, she felt strangely
powerful.  The most basic part of her, the one that had preened earlier when
Rafa and Armando had protected her from the cougar attack, was at this very
moment, celebrating the mating between her and Armando and now, her and Remy.

            Every inch of her
was happy with what was happening, if she´d have been a cat, she would have
been purring in satisfaction.  That basic part of her soul recognized that
these three men were meant to be hers, whether she wanted it or not.  She had
to have them and feel them close to her.

            The modern career
woman slammed the lid on that, giving her a variety of reasons of why they
couldn´t possibly be mates, but Yvonne instinctively knew that they were.  It
upset her that she couldn´t act upon that belief, that she would never be able
to either, but she knew that they would forever be in her heart, it was as
simple and as complicated as that.  The modern woman recognized the truth of
it, and accepted it gratefully.  They were hers, no matter that she could never
and would never be able to truly have them.

            “You taste good,
chérie
,”
Remy moaned against her mouth, his slow tongue-fuck was both satisfying and
arousing.  She could feel her hips start to rub against him, and when he
removed one of the hands that he had used to capture hers above her head, and
moved it down, kneading a breast, her waist, she groaned in pleasure.  Reaching
for the fly of her trousers, he undid just the zip, and pushed his hand inside. 
Her whole body seemed to tense in anticipation for that first touch, and when
he ran a finger straight down the center of her pussy, she moaned excitedly
into his mouth.

            “I like the
noises you make for me, baby.  Sing for me some more, huh?” he grunted against
her lips.

            His husky voice
made her wet.  She whimpered, begging him with her excited mouth for more.

            He slipped a
finger in between them, brushing over her swollen clit ever so softly, once,
twice.  His finger tickled its way down to the entrance of her body, and
pushing into her, he gathered some of her wetness and raised it to her clit,
using it as lube to flick against it faster and faster.  Within thirty seconds,
the simple act of breathing became too difficult, her muscles tensed and she
spread her legs as much as his would allow her.  When after every flick, he
started to pinch it, she stopped breathing, her eyes going wild, and her
stomach undulating at the pressure her nerves were under.

            She went over the
edge when he pinched that little bit harder at her clit, and whispered, “Come
for me, Yvonne.”

            With a whimper,
she did in spite of herself.  Arching her neck, she flung her head back, and moved
her arms above her head.  Without seeing herself, she knew she looked the very
picture of sensual satisfaction.

            Her mind went
crazy, her body in overload from all the orgasms she´d experienced that night. 
She felt as though she were dying, her body´s instinctive actions seemed to be
too much hard work.  Breathing required too much effort.  Her heart fluttered
too fast.  In that moment she understood why it was called
le petit mort.  
Because
it was like death, as frightening as that seemed, the pleasure made up for it.

            She could feel
her pussy gush with wetness and knew that Remy had felt it when he chuckled in
her ear, and said huskily, “I think you liked that.”

            She bit her full
bottom lip and nodded.  He sprang away from her.  She almost yelled in
disappointment, but relaxed when he tugged at the button of her khaki pants,
and then pulled them down and off.  He then grabbed for the T-shirt she was
wearing, dragged that from her head with the sports bra as well, until she lay
naked on the jungle floor.

            “I love the way
your big tits fit my hands,
chérie,”
he said on a groan, massaging her
breasts like he owned them
.

            “I also like your
dark nipples.  They look like sweet morsels of chocolate.  I want to eat them,”
he said on a low growl, nipping the tightened peaks.

            She moaned,
holding her arms up for him.  He grinned, his white teeth shining in the dark,
his eyes catching what little light remained and gleaming with dark intent.

            Spreading her
legs, he raised her calves onto his hips, and tilted her so that her butt was
in the air, but the bottom of her back and hips were on the ground.  He moved
closer, and the position of her body made her pussy a perfect shelf for his
dick.

            She felt like
swooning when she saw it lying there, so blatant, it was almost like putting a
flag down to declare you were there.  She moaned at the thought, and when he
released her legs from his hands, she kept them clamped around his hips to keep
the position he obviously wanted her to hold.

            Spreading her
pussy lips, he pushed his cock between them, but not into her.  He used the
wetness from her climax to coat his dick in lube, and started to rub from her
clit to her entrance.  Sawing his hips steadily, then at the very end thrusting
against her clit, she felt herself climb the mountain to a climax again.  Both
she and Remy were looking at his cock between her pussy lips.  Even in the
dimness, she could see the contrast of their skin with one another.  It aroused
her tenfold, looking incredibly erotic as she watched the movements

            It was a major
turn on to watch his motions, and it increased her pleasure immensely.  Every
now and then her hips would jerk in helpless reaction, and the movement
quickened Remy´s thrusts--it was a maddening feeling.  She knew that she
couldn´t come in this position, and it drove her mad.  Made her need to climax
the most urgent thing in the world.

            Jeez, she couldn’t
believe herself!

            “Remy, please,
Remy, love, please...” she shuddered at a hard thrust, “fuck me,” she completed
weakly, her eyes flickering closed, hips jerking more and more often.  She
thought that he was ignoring her, but after another five or six thrusts, he
stopped, and then proceeded to drive her even crazier.  Through shuttered eyes,
she watched him grab a leg to support her, then grasped his cock.  She didn´t
think anything other than Thank GOD, at his actions, but she hissed when she
realized that he was still intent on teasing her.

            “You’re a fucking
cunt tease,” she said with a growl, her fingers digging into the dirt around
her, desperate to do something, anything to ease the torture he worked on her
body.  She was ready for him, beyond ready—desperate, dying to feel that great,
hard cock deep inside her.

            He moved his cock
to the entrance of her body, and finally, plunged the head of his mushroomed dick
into her, stood still then pulled out.  He rubbed her, his chest rumbling as he
controlled himself, then thrust forward between her nether lips, and entered
her up to his glans, then stilled and pulled out.

            “No, no, no,” she
whimpered, then screamed when he did it again, and again.  She felt like
crying, she wanted him inside of her all the way, filling her every inch.  When
he continued to tease her, she did start to cry, her body couldn´t take it,
couldn´t handle being teased much longer.

            “I´m sorry,
chéri.,
”
 He leaned over to kiss away her tears.  She moaned gratefully when it pushed him
further inside her. “You want me?” he asked her softly.

            She opened her
wet eyes, and gave a shaky nod.  She whispered, “I really do, Remy.”

            With a grunt, he
plunged himself deep into her.  Her body tensed in shock at the abrupt
penetration, but with a keening cry, she clamped her inner muscles around him
to keep him in there.  He laughed then groaned when they fluttered around his
sensitive dick.

            Bracketing her
face with his arms, he leaned his chest on top of hers, and kept his hips flush
to hers as well.  It meant that he could hardly move, but she enjoyed the feel
of him surrounding her with his scent and touch too much.  He resumed kissing
her, and although his thrusts were small, because he was so deep inside of her,
they set off fireworks behind her eyes.  His cock was just as wide and long as
Armando´s, but it curved slightly upwards at the end, the way he thrust meant
that that curved tip brushed against a part of her that had never ever been
touched before.

            Until this very
moment, she´d never actually believed in the G-spot, but when she started to
pant, her stomach shuddering again at the heavy breaths she was taking, and her
pussy quivering at the direct hit of his cock against that hidden bundle of
nerves, she started to cry.  She flung her head from side to side, couldn´t
take his kisses anymore.  He began to thrust a little faster, she began
screaming at the sensations plummeting at and against her, and then Remy
completed her satisfaction, with a final plunge and an odd twist of his hips.  She
came.

            This time,
le
petit mort
, was complete.

            She roused to
find Remy still on top of her, his cock was still hard.  “Welcome back,
chérie,
”
he whispered huskily.

            During the past
couple of minutes, he´d obviously rearranged her body, her hips and butt were
now on Terra firma, but her legs were still around his waist, albeit loosely.  He
gently kissed her on the lips, and rocked into her.  She hissed at the
sensation.  It didn´t take long for her to start panting again.