I Still Fucing Hate Him

This follow up story idea was created and started by @Sisi Burks Mericalovess

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and then finished by Bazzle. I have permission from Sisi Burks to publish this story.

As such the first part of the story by Sisi Burks is here

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This continuation story is very much a collaboration between both authors.

I Still Fucking Hate Him

Even with his promise to return the other night. I still hoped it was really only a one-off event. I did not want to go through that again. My heart sank when I heard my bedroom door handle slow creaking. My warning signal. It was pushed before the door slowly opened brushing against my carpet. I now knew I was very wrong. Unfortunately, Jeremy was true to his words. What had happened before was really just the

warmup

.

In this space between experiences, I cannot say for certain if he has or has not come for me again. I just don't know.

What has not helped my situation is my tolerance, or lack of, to the sleeping meds that I was taking. It only made it worse though. It was really starting to not matter for my ability to sleep if I took one pill or all of them. Some nights I would get lucky, I would be out for the count. Most had me lying there seeing the early morning light shining brightly around the curtains before finally after willing myself to sleep, my eyes would close and I could eventually get a few, uninterrupted hours of sleep. That was if I was to get any at all.

This week ended up being one of my unluckier times. An endless day where unfortunately I had been up for forty-six hours straight and still going, be it both me and the time, slowly as fuck. It really wasn't all that bad. I would get tired and try to sleep, only getting to roll irritability around for a bit before I would get up, smoke a joint and wait it out.

Then I would get my second wind a little after the twenty-four-hour mark. I would wait and get another at around thirty-two-hour mark. Once that energy wore off, I was mega screwed. Then I could only wait it out until my body finally gave into exhaustion and slept.

Thankfully, I had rarely gone too far into being fifty hours awake. I could feel how heavy my eyes were as I sat there by the window and smoked yet another rolled joint. I was trying to enjoy it, but ultimately, I knew that I was just too tired, I wasn't getting the pleasure I needed from the weed. I was only able to finish half of it before I had to reluctantly carefully snub it out, putting it away in the drawer already there for the next morning. The last time I checked the time, while setting up the music playlist on my phone connected to my Bluetooth sleep mask, it was 6:33pm. After that, the world was a little woozy. I put on my sleeping mask and finally everything went black as my eyes finally closed into a soothing music led dark abyss. I was at last freed into the loving hug of the warm comfort of my deepest sleep.

It couldn't have been all that long before I woke up again, though in my situation any amount of time was almost

too

refreshing when I had no sleep at all for the past couple days. My eyes opened behind the thick cotton of my mask, seeing nothing but darkness. However, I began to hear, but mostly

felt

the presence of others close by. In the back of my mind, I had to never rule out that Jeremy would test his luck again. I could be hopeful he hadn't. Every night since. I now always have my phone protectively tucked right under my thigh. Moving extremely carefully so as not to bring attention to myself I was also able to turn the soft music in my ears off so I could hear the murmurs around me.

"She makes it pretty easy for you, huh?" I knew the voice of one of Jeremy's friends, and this one was probably the creepiest. The weirdest part was his age. The man was in his late twenties and was best friends with my much older stepfather via what they called "odd jobs". It was clear the man had never once been hugged, in my opinion. He was not a horribly ugly man, though he didn't take care of himself and didn't seem to understand the reasons for wanting to look good. His hair was grown out, perpetually greasy, and wispy against his sickly thin, pale body. The most I knew of him, and his family was that he still lived with at home. They were well off though "greedy", and they were extremely religious, given his name was Jonah, and he was so fucking creepy.

Slowly, inch by inch, I could feel the cool air like a gentle brush dancing across my bare legs that was being exposed to the prying eyes in my room. I was the prize star being revealed. The blankets were clearly being pulled off me...all the way. The confidence of the move alone told me Jeremy must be in the room steering his charge, not that the fact shocked me. I'd be more surprised to know the greedy pig

hadn't

made this loser pay for the criminally strange opportunity.

"Jer...I don't know if this is the best idea. What if she wakes up or something?" His voice sounded familiar, but it was hard to place in my groggy state as I was left there on my bed in just my T-shirt. My legs were now feeling cold, I naturally started trembling slightly when I felt an ice-cold strong hand tightly grasp my ankle. The way it wrapped around, so firm and sure, I knew it just had to be Jeremy. He seemed to never think about what could go wrong with the things he did. It was infuriating to the max.

So, why at this moment of total weakness, of being watched by prying eyes, was I getting so turned on?

Just hearing the voices, I could feel my bare thighs as they were starting to get embarrassingly wet, and I was only just waking up good enough to fully understand something was happening and just what that was. From what I could tell from the voices, there were three men in the room with me. One that I did not know too well but might have known at least enough to have seen him around. Jeremy was always bringing random dudes around though. There was no real telling but the thought of these two men joining my stepfather in his weird nocturnal activities was exciting in the grossest way. I felt like a complete slut, but as he teasingly ran his hand up from my ankle. I instinctively took a deep protective breath, but didn't move an inch.

I didn't scream or tell them to stop. I know I should have, but I had already decided I was gonna allow it. No matter what it made me in the end. I had already gone through this once so, what was another time?

"Stop worrying so much. This little thing stayed up all night the past couple nights. I know she has not had a wink of sleep." He almost evilly chuckled. "She will not be up till tomorrow afternoon at the earliest." Jeremy chuckled as he informed his clearly worried partner as he dragged his hand slowly traveling further up my leg. Predictably soon enough, I could feel that he was toying with the junction of my soft thigh and the bottom of my shirt. Finally pushing it up to show off the rather old, but favorite, gray G-string I was wearing. A voice I knew boomed. "She might even enjoy the attention if she knew she was getting it. She is quite fond of that kind of thing." Jeremy again laughed. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.

With that, I felt a second hand as he pulled my legs apart and with the "oooh" of excitement from the man, my spread my legs clearly showed off the more than little wet spot that had definitely formed in the middle of the crotch of my panties. They were all quiet for a moment as if they were studying my body. I could imagine them nodding in agreement. Pointing at me as if I was the Mona Lisa. It was then that I felt a third hand, I knew it was Jeremy's as he roughly ran his fingers over my soft areas. Then as if I was in front of an octopus, there was yet another hand on my leg. It felt thick and callous just like my step father's.

It was only two men touching me, their fingers exploring my bare skin, and I was feeling deeply conflicted as I tried to lay as still as possible while still relaxing my muscles enough for them to spread my legs wide open. I know that my now obviously wet and glistening panties were on display for them all to perve at in this situation. I was glad. It was probably better to have them in the way. Not that they would help too much in the end. They were dainty, and certainly not the best defense. Basically nothing, just a pretty little pink G-string. I was meant to take them off before bed but had been too tired and if being honest, a little bit too stoned to remember.

"Jo, come on, be useful, get those ugly panties off her!" Jeremy snapped and the feeling of two sets of hands vanished from my skin and left behind were just the hands of a cretin. My heart sank. Whilst not sexy, they were not my worst pair. He didn't linger and went about roughly digging his fingers deeply into my thigh fat to get under the elastic to slide my panties off. But either from nerves or complete incompetence, he was struggling. In his defense though, they were rather snugly fitting between my ass crack, and firmly clamped, and very much securely trapped by my fat buttocks. After an embarrassing struggle of tug of war that lasted far too long, the elastic digging reluctantly and painfully into my skin with every failed pull. There was then a loud twang of the hem as it returned to their original position. I just wanted to shout "ouch" and defend myself with a punch. Jeremy huffed and obviously growled at the man.

"God boy, you're never gonna get laid being this fucking useless at reaching wet pussy. One simple task." I guessed he scowled across the room with annoyance. I then felt his thick finger poking at my thigh fat before hooking into the thin material around my hip and then yanking at it roughly and his strength and anger snapping my panties with force. The twang and subsequent thwack reverberate in my eardrums. My thighs must have wobbled.

Breathing...I had to regulate it. I now knew I was completely naked. Nothing between the men and my body. I also knew exactly what was going to happen. Two problems, firstly the anticipation of what they were going to do, and secondly trying to stay "asleep" whilst knowing exactly what was going to happen. It was a difficult task to succeed in, as I lay there and felt my breathing quicken. There is certainly an element of excitable feeling bubbling up.

I feel as if my now very moist vagina is like it's on display at the national art gallery...I feel as if I could have half a dozen eyeballs staring at it. Pointing, musing if the painter had the right style, big enough brush strokes. Is my vulva stylish enough? Too many pubes? I know I sadly didn't shave down there. Unfortunately, I wasn't expecting an masculine inspection. Is my labia artistically suitable for the task ahead, also which wall should I nakedly hang off?

I'm just lying there breathing and waiting. Waiting for the grunts of dissatisfaction and the hands to return to my thigh to forcefully spread my legs, then the worst moment, one or two of the penis's bashing against my front door. Knocking for entry. At this very moment I know I'm not feeling wet enough that either one should easily slide in.

But for now, I just have to wait. I hope for some stimulation. Then thinking about it, the anticipation of Jeremy's huge cock and penetration is killing me.

"There is your pussy!" Jeremy barks, as if he is telling the hungry hounds where their fox is. I am waiting for the sniff and next command of "chase" followed by the sound of marauding men on horseback galloping up my thigh.

But again nothing, other than a few seconds later I hear a metallic click of a belt being undone then the thud of a mobile phone and wallet weighted down pants hitting the floor. My eyes cycle around the darkness of my eye mask. Whose?

My phone, I feel my protection or now very much notice the cold rectangular void where it was, as it's taken away from my thigh. It's better than falling and breaking on the floor, I guess. Whilst desperately trying to regulate my breathing.

I know what is coming. There is a pause as the boxers fall to the floor too. I hear the creak of the floorboard as their balance is regained from the moment of discarding.

As I gently breathe in, it's then that my nose is flooded with that noticeable smell. It's a sweet yet sour one. I can now smell the delightful flavor of sweaty cock and balls, that unmistakable smell of man's genitals.

But knowing the sweaty smell of the cock that frequents me, it is slightly different. There is a hint of perfume. It isn't Jeremy's yet.

But when? I know it will come eventually.

For now, I want a hand, any hand. Preferably mine, on my breasts, and the other on my clit. My nipples are tingling, almost waiting to be fondled. They need to be loved. I lie there with building anticipation. I really want to massage my clit myself. I at least know best how to do it, to get myself as wet as possible. There is a change near my nose. I can now smell the sweaty pre cum dripping from a cock, I am convinced there are definitely two. Please, form an orderly queue. There's only so much space. I now want only one cock at a time between my thighs.

No, actually I really don't want either of their cocks in me. A while ago I was quite happy asleep.

I can hear them shuffling around. Yes, I really want to be asleep to hide from what I know is going to happen, but I also equally want to be awake to feel it, to actually enjoy it.

Oh, I am conflicted, my eyes are firmly shut under the mask, I can't see a thing that is going on. My senses are very alert, I can hear, smell, and no doubt taste them in a minute or two.

I now really want my hands to touch myself. Firstly, the instinct to both protect myself from impending doom, and then secondarily and more importantly prepare my vag for his rough cock. I know I need to be wetter. I feel like I need more lubrication. There has been no foreplay. Hello, I am meant to be asleep.

Again nothing, I hear the shuffling footsteps getting closer, my breathing gets erratic, the anticipation is building. I imagine Jeremy herding Johah closer to me as if he was a sheepdog.

Am I the sheep or the pen? Will the gate be closed around me?

I finally feel a firm cool fingers on my toes and then they grab around my ankles and begin an ungainly tugging maneuver. Yes of course he wants to spread my thighs wider. Yes, I know I need to spread my legs. I do know how this works. You need access to the dart board. If I wasn't asleep, I would do my best to help you. Hello?

The scenarios run through my head. Is he going to land on top of me and missionary style? Or is he going to try something different? Move me closer to the end of the bed. I just need to wait. I really do hope they take their time to decide. Time is on my side.

No, it's too late. My legs are separated, there is the soft ripping sound like a zip being undone as my soft inner thighs which were firmly together were now peeled apart like Velcro. I suddenly feel cold as the cool air gushes in. The floodgates had been opened. As the air reaches the upper end of my bare thighs it almost tickles. He is firm but gentle on my ankles. He is no Jeremy. I guess we have opened the sheep pen.

"Spin her!" It is the loud authoritative bark from Jeremy.

I know what is going to happen. There is a pause. In my forced darkness, I envisage Jonah turning back looking confused at Jeremy, what does he mean? Again a few seconds pass. Nothing happens. Then the octopus reappears and there are more hands on my legs. There I go, round I go, spinning around like a human disco ball. I am now draped like a bed cloth off the side of the bed. It's really uncomfortable. My head in the middle of the mattress near the wall, my buttocks riskily balanced on the edge with my "sleeping" feet dangling near the floor.

I again hope that someone is going to support me before I fall. I feel the dead weight of my body pushing against my buttocks slowly like an avalanche slipping on the mattress.

I am relieved, they finally clearly see the situation. The uncoordinated drunken octopus strikes again, gripping my ankles.

I stifle a gasp. Whoosh up go my legs in the air as they are being held up. My back bends like a slinky spring and what I think of my large buttocks must be sagging as they momentarily mostly leave the bed, I'm again feeling the cold air on my back. I am small but not a lightweight. Together these guys are strong.

Oh hello, there is his slimy crotch. I can smell it again.

My legs are let go off, and with a thud dropped on the hard shoulders of what I assume is Jonah. He is the taller one. I want to reach forward and stroke my ankles, could someone kiss them better? They hurt. My ass bounces on the mattress as I land once more. I am feeling slightly more secure. At least my feet are being supported. They must really think I am out for the count. I now really wish I was.

Again, I feel his stinking erect cock probing like a ram rod bashing against my inner thigh bouncing off me like a barge striking the side of a clearly open lock gate. I know I am wide open. He should see the goal. I know that I am sadly ready.

I want him.

I don't want him.

"Just fuck her, don't fuck around!" It is again the barking order from Jeremy, at this moment in time I agree with him. At that moment, I felt like being a petulant child and pretending to be a sheep and

baaing

back at the sheepdog.

All I now want to be loved, not fucked around. Please. I am asleep and yet doing everything you've asked of me.

Then I feel his slippery slimy shield bouncing on the perimeter of my vagina as if I'm a fucking trampoline. He has already left a snail trail of pre cum slime along my right thigh. I have the urge to move my hand and wipe it off. In- out let's do the

hokey cokey

. But for God's sake don't spin around, I will fall over. But if he gets any higher, he will be doing back flips. Lower...If you're going in, for god's sake get in. The other way, higher now, for fuck's sake, find the darn hole. Try probing lower than that. Again, I have the urge to help him and guide him into me. I would happily do it if I wasn't actually trying to be asleep. Anything to stop the uncomfortable prodding. Up a fucking bit.

I can hear Jeremy grunting. He is clearly enjoying the show. I am annoyed that I can feel myself responding. The fucker is correctly teasing me with his prick. I'm getting moister by the second, I can feel my slick developing. All I really want to do is play with myself. I know I can do it better. I need to play this game too. Fuck. No, he is doing it all wrong. But I'm meant to be asleep. Just a second ago he was in the right...Nooo the fucker he has changed position, I want to scream at him and move him back to where he was.

"Just fuck her, she won't bite she is asleep! Jeremy barks. He is not wrong, but at this moment I really might baa. God's sake, to the left a bit, please!

The bed creaks, I'm guessing Jeremy has climbed on beside me, watching the action. I really do hope he is not filming it. He wouldn't, would he?

Fucks sake there they are. Jeremy's rough hands on my breasts. Ouch. I want them caressed and loved not physically removed from my body. They are big enough to share. I guess I really don't need more fucking stimulation at this moment in time, I just need fucking.

No thank you. I gag. I really don't want Jeremy's cock in my mouth. I'm in a deep sleep, what am I meant to do? Open wide and pretend I'm dreaming I'm at the dentist. Say ahhhh.

No, I don't dare yawn. Fucks sake I'm thinking of it.