"Hungry for boys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Joan)

CHAPTER TWO

And so ended my life with Bruce. Bruce the midnight creeper who came on so romantically when he picked me up on the interstate that afternoon the year before. Sad, serious Bruce. But I made a vow the day I dragged my bags down to my Volkswagen that I wasn't going to let that asshole mess up my summer. It was two days until June.

Jackie, my best friend, let me move in with her the same day. An apartment on the north side of Albuquerque. Jackie was blonde, busty and about three shades more conservative than I was. But she wasn't narrow-minded. Just conservative.

During the month of June I started hitting the antique shops. I found a night job as a cocktail waitress and, since that left my weekdays free, I had time to scour every flea market, every garage sale in town. I was learning a hell of a lot about antiques in a very short time. By July I could smell a piece of furniture, rub my hand over it, and tell if it was worth anything or not.

I worked serving drinks to junior execs and well-heeled cowboys by night and prowled the antique market by day. Evenings found Jackie and I stoned out of our gourds, listening to country music on the phonograph… eating supper in our panties.

The middle of the month, Jackie got a card from her brother in Denver. He would be on his way down to visit her, arriving on a Monday. Scott, a nice name.

Scott had long blond hair, blue eyes like his older sister Jackie. He knew how to use them to advantage and his shyness only heightened the effect. Scott played his guitar in the bathroom and piled his dirty laundry behind the fold-out sofa where Jackie let him sleep. I became a kind of aunt. Aunt Shelby. When Jackie came down too hard on him, I was his defender. I needled him too when I thought he needed it. He needed it most of the time.

Then came a Friday and a bottle of tequila. Jackie's boss at the real-estate office had awarded her the booze as a bonus for her unselfish dedication to the firm. Jackie wasn't dedicated, she was just one damn good secretary. I had the night off from the club, Scott was hanging around as usual and so there we were… a party just itching for an excuse. After an hour things were cooking pretty good.

"Scott honey," Jackie said, "would you mind it if Shelby and I took off our jeans?" Jackie was drunk. She stood up and popped the first button on her Levi's.

Scott looked at me, blushed. Jackie weaved barefooted, giggling as she tried to kick her legs free of her jeans.

"My sister never has been able to hold her booze." Scott nervously swigged a throatful of the Cuervo just to show us, he could drink two silly chicks under the table any night of the week. Scott had charmed me from the first moment we'd met and I found his uneasiness over female flesh all the more charming.

"Maybe I'll peel mine too," I said. "It's hot."

"Peel?"

"My jeans. You know."

Scott shrugged, brushed fingers through his long hair.

Jackie was up and spinning around the room. My flash of courage faded. Why be nervous about getting down to panties? I was aware of maleness in the room. And Scott was a fabulous-looking male when you really looked. I was looking. I was stoned out of my head. I giggled.

Scott couldn't look at me. "Want some more tequila," he offered finally, swinging the bottle to me.

"Sure." I raised it and glugged.

Scott looked at the ceiling, scratched his arm, coughed. Jackie twirled by, her ass jiggling sweetly behind pale yellow panties. She was shorter than me but with more ass, more tits, more meat shaking on her bones. A pretty, compact blonde. Her brother stole glances and studied his cuticles.

"I'm gonna get another beer," he said, getting up.

"Bring me one too," I waved.

Jackie staggered to a stop near the phonograph and held onto a bookcase to steady herself. "I've been dying to hear some Willie Nelson." We were both wearing T-shirts and Jackie's hung down low enough to cover her tummy. My T-shirt was the shrunken variety. When I stood, it lifted like a curtain to expose my navel. I decided to stand and take a look at my navel.

"Hello, navel. Nice navel." I stuck a finger in my navel.

Jackie dropped the needle in the groove and teetered back across to her chair. "Shelby Jean, I think you're drunk." She collapsed in the deep cushions, kicking over an empty beer can.

I took a deep breath and started working the buttons of my jeans. I was just stepping out of the second leg when Scott came back in with the two beers.

"Jesus," he said, lips quirked in mock disgust. "Do you two do this often?"

"Do what?" Jackie asked. "Get drunk or take off our pants?"

Scott handed me a beer. "Both, I guess." I saw his eyes scan my shape.

Jackie slugged from the quart. "Show him your tattoo, Shelby! Come on…"

"Aw hell…" I put down my beer. "I gotta piss."

Inside the bathroom I turned before the mirror. My heart was pounding. What in hell was going on? Scott, just sweet innocent Scott. Black memories swept in, memories of that day in Bruce's apartment when Billy and I… I shook my head and the image of Scott wiped away all that. His tan torso, his hairless chest beginning to muscle out a little. The way he wore his faded denims, low on his waist. I looked at my own grey eyes in the mirror.

"You are just one big Ultimate Fuck Off," I said aloud, blinking. I pulled the T-shirt down tight over my tits, half-turned. Nice. The purple smudge of my scorpion tattoo caught my eye. I still don't know why I had done it. How many other chicks have a scorpion tattoo on their upper thigh. The scorpion looked like a terrifying beast. What the hell, if Scott didn't like it, it was just too fucking bad. He was only Jackie's brother, her little brother. I wet my lips, smiled and went back in the other room. Jackie was stretched out on the sofa, eyes closed.

"I think she's about to leave the party," Scott said, pointing at his older sister with a beer.

I sat down on the floor, letting my thigh do its thing. I forgot about Scott and the tattoo and everything else except the cool bubbles of the beer and the sweet country sound coming through the speakers. When I opened my eyes again, Scott was staring straight at the scorpion. He didn't notice I was watching him right away and then knowing I'd caught him peeping, he reddened and took a ragged breath.

"Well, Jesus. Sure is a nice Friday night." He got up again, sat down, sipped from his beer. "My sister is something else. Always the life of the party for about five minutes. Then she passes out." He laughed, chanced a look back at me.

"It's a scorpion," I said, putting my finger on my thigh. "Just like Jackie said."

Scott nodded hugely. "Nice. Must have hurt." He was as tight as an overcranked guitar string. Still very stoned, I tried to imagine what a boy might think about a tattooed girl. Not morally or anything like that. Nowadays girls got tattoos. Rock stars, crazies… Ultimate Fuck Offs like me. But I tried to see myself through his eyes. I knew I was confronting him with something out of the ordinary. Not many men got tattoos after all. I didn't even think one would look good on Scott's smooth skin.

"You want to look at it closer?" Sure, that was it. Get him used to it. Why was I trying to get him used to it? What in hell was I doing? I took a monster gulp of beer and choked. My panty-crotch was damp with my cuntjuices. Knot in my belly.

Shyly, eyes veiled, Scott crawled across the rug on hands and knees. He leaned politely near. I could smell his armpits, fresh boy-musk.

"Really a good job. Did it cost much?"

"No, not very much." I could see back into the past week easier now, could see the little gestures I'd made when Scott had been around. Things I'd done with my eyes and not believed. It was here and now. With Scott kneeling so close, with my cunt sending up musky little whiffs of enticement.

Scott started to move away and I reached out my hand to his hair. I had to choose which road to take. One way passed through the cold shadows of Bruce's world… a disapproving world. The other road was crazy and free and had something to do with my scorpion and getting high and sucking… Scott.

"I like your hair," I told him.

Scott swallowed, tried to look at me, failed. My nostrils flared. Slowly I lifted my other hand to his head. He smiled, met my eyes… closed them again as our lips met. I gave him a tiny lick. He acted surprised but gave me back a tongue-tip in exchange. He hardly touched me with his hands, fingers grazing my shoulders as if I might break… or disappear the next moment. I tensed the muscles in my thighs, held my breath, felt my poor starved pussy run over with honey.

"Scott… ohhh, Scott…" I pulled him gently up over me. He seemed to hold back, stiffening in my embrace.

"I don't know… my…" He glanced over at Jackie. She was obviously dead to the world, but I could understand his hesitation. I was coming unglued by now, but I didn't want to botch the evening either. I giggled, let Scott help me up. Then sneaked an arm around him.

"Let's go in my bedroom. She'll be passed out all night."

"Oh God," he mumbled. His voice was strung out. I felt him trembling. He looked at me, quickly shutting his eyes. "What if you get…" Scott swallowed for the hundredth time, started again. "What if…"

I wanted to fuck Scott, that was all. I wanted to fuck myself crazy and then fuck some more. Christ he was a beautiful animal, so smooth and hard… I took his hand.

"Come on."

Scott followed me into the bedroom. I closed and locked the door. There was a light on by the dresser and I hung my T-shirt over it. I turned to face him.

Scott looked at me with huge eyes. Then it came like a flood, like he'd been bottling his emotions, his words.

"That was the prettiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said, "the way you took off your top. I don't think I ever saw anyone take anything off so pretty. Your tits just kind of bounced down and I could see your back all of a sudden and…"

I touched my ears. "Yeah. If I was a boy I think I'd look kinda funny."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life." Adoration shown in his eyes.

"You're sweet to say so, Scott, but I'm not really that perfect. My teeth stick out a little in front and my ears on the side. I can't see very well without my glasses." I stopped and smiled at him. "But I can see you. You're beautiful too." I made myself stand there a room apart from the young Adonis. Really I wanted to jump on him like a dog on a hot bitch. I wanted to…

"Shelby?"

"Yes, Scott?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

Now it was my turn to swallow. I came quickly over to him. We pressed together and he found my mouth with a hurried, not very good, kiss. I hugged and hugged, pushing my pelvis forward, finding the lump of cock with my mound. He let his hands slide down my back, stopped suddenly at the elastic waistband of my pale blue panties.

"Why don't you take them off," I whispered.

"Oh God…"

"Go ahead. I love your hands."

Somehow Scott managed to get the panties down as hr as my knees. When I moved, they puddled at my ankles. Scott was in a trance, staring at the triangle of my brown hair. I felt so strange. Seeing him on his knees like that. He was like a child, a child I could control. The power, the strength of my conquest welled up inside. It was a hot, good feeling.

I dug my fingers deep into his long hair and pulled his head back, teasing him with my roughness. He gasped out a breath. His mouth hung open. The grass, the tequila… I felt crazy good. I dug at his head again, twisting his head first in one direction, then the other.

It came from deep in Scott's throat. He had sunk back on his haunches now, his head thrown back. I widened my thighs and guided myself over him. His chin was on my tight curls, pressing gloriously upwards. I doubted that he had ever given head to a girl and seconds before I would not have even considered embarrassing him with a suggestion. I pressed Scott's ear against the tattoo.

I rose on the balls of my feet and brought my sopping cunt over his mouth. I sensed a shy kiss, tentative, exploring. He sniffed in the musk of my burning cunt. His tongue grew bolder, slipped between the swollen outer lips and slicked accidentally over the hood of my clit. I rocked his head back and forth with my hands, loving the slick, sucking sounds his lips made as they rubbed over and around the hot meat of my pussy. His front teeth found my clit, and I lowered myself further, rocking, tilting, rubbing. Scott wasn't very good at this, but then I hadn't expected him to be.

My excitement came from his position. On his knees between my trembling thighs, me over him, holding him. My juices frothed out, wetting his chin, cheeks, trickling down to his neck.

"Put your tongue in my pussy, Scott." My voice sounded too steady, too sure. "Yes, that's it… Ohhhh, deeper!" The friction was subtle but very hot. I felt his tongue spear up into my cunt as far as he could reach. His strong arms hugged my legs. I put my palms on his shoulders.

A change in my breathing. I pulled Scott up, I guided him backwards in the dim room, back to the bed where he let me push him down on his back. He laughed. A short, tense laugh. I laughed back, tugged at the buttons of his Levi's.

I skinned him naked, starting to tremble again when his cock bobbed up out of the tight underwear. It was a beautiful cock, neatly circumcised and tinged dark purple around the crown. It wasn't a giant as cocks go, but thick and heavy… around six inches. Even in the smothered light I could see the scar where his foreskin had been cut away. His balls lay loosely in their sac at the base of the shaft. I scooted between his legs on my belly and touched a finger to the tip. It jumped, swelling with blood and his balls rose in the wrinkly sac.

I breathed hotness against his taut cock, massaging the underside of the veined cock. It pulsed steadily now, bumping my palm. The head of his prick had enlarged in the seconds I'd spent probing it with my thumbnail. I hovered close enough for my lips to brush the tiny wetness at the orifice. My tongue fell heavily from my mouth and I guided the curved glans against it, licking slowly. The underside bulged, grew even more turgid.

Scott groaned and rocked his hips. I saw tendons tighten in his thighs. His fists pressed down against the mattress and clenched the wadded sheet. It was exquisite to watch his excitement.

His movements were unpracticed, blatantly erotic. A helpless, urgent sexuality which he had not learned to disguise yet. The tip of his cock rested between my lips now and I kissed it, kissed it again, slipped my tongue underneath along the ridged tube that stretched his white skin. Scott arched his back slightly. He was panting now, gasping, ragged breaths… his head tossed.

With soft, sucking movements I wet his shaft another inch and let the crown ride to the back of my tongue. My cunt ran over with more musky honey, tingling to be played with, to be fucked. I raised and lowered my head a dozen times, pulling hard at his lovely cock, tickling the tip with my tongue until the suction popped at the corners of my mouth. Scott had gone rigid, but I had not sensed just how much my mouth had excited him.

I was breathless myself as I slipped up over him, pressed my breasts against his chest and found his mouth. My head swirled with the sensation of being over him, of crushing him. I took his wrists and held his arms out from his sides as if I were raping him. Raping. The word sounded wonderful. I wanted even more to say it.

"How do you like being raped," I whispered against his ear.

Scott moaned. His hips rocked under me. I could feel his spit-soaked cock pressing up into my belly fat. Holding his arms out, pinning them against the mattress, I found his mouth again and speared deep into it with my tongue.

Scott writhed under my breasts. He took my tongue deep and sucked it with the sides of his cheeks as I rocked my body against his prick. When the first hot lick of come streaked up my body, I knew I'd rushed things as always. It seemed to be a fault of mine, a lifetime fault. Grabbing, devouring, hurrying at the wrong time.

"Scott," I breathed, letting go his wrists, smoothing the softness of his hair. He gurgled in his throat, pumping his ass wildly as his seed frothed between us. I felt a steaming droplet slide down my waist and wet the bed. His cock throbbed in even, strong jumps. Damn it… damn it… damn it! Why was I such a fuck up? Ultimate Fuck Off, good old Shelby Jean.

We lay together on the bed. I let his come dry on my stomach, wishing that I had only been able to hold him off a minute or so more. I knew I would have gotten off good if only…

"Hey, you're a quick corner," I kidded. He put an arm out, took my hand.

"It was what you did with your mouth." Scott sighed. "I never had a girl do that to me before."

"I hope I didn't shock you or anything."

Scott yawned and flopped down on a pillow.

"You're not gonna pass out on me, are you?" I jabbed a finger in his ribs. I could see his drooped penis, and the milky droplet hanging from the tip. A buzz went up my back. Really crazy how the tequila and Scott were getting to me. I had gone down on guys before, but never finished them that way. The feel of a cock in my mouth was nice. I loved the heat of it, the throbbing aliveness. I guess I loved the danger too, because I really didn't relish having my mouth full of semen. But now, for the first time in my life I had actually thought that it might not be so bad to have Scott's slick stuff spurting against my tongue.

I leaned forward. The sharp, sour smell of his wet cock stopped me, but I forced myself down again, snaked out my tongue and dabbed the seed from his cocktip. Scott moaned and pulled back from the friction. His wrinkled cock shrank back into his body.

"I feel like I'll never be able to do it again," Scott said.

I smiled, tasting his come. It had a flat taste. Not really anything outrageous. Just flat and maybe a tiny bit salty.

Scott had begun to snore softly. I ran my fingers up the line of his thigh, the place where his pelvis jutted out, traced his ribcage. My cunt raged. I could smell the musky wetness and, when I moved, the inner lips moved against themselves, pressing teasingly against my engorged clitoris. I rocked my hips a few times, not able to stop really, wanting some kind of relief.

Scott's sleep had deepened. His half-empty beer sat on the dresser and I got up and drifted across the room to it. Flat. Like the Goddamned evening. But no, how could I ever believe that. Something crazy had happened to my body, my mind. When I had been standing in the room with Scott's bent-back head pressed up into my cunt… and on the bed, me over him, breasts flattened against his chest, my nails digging into his wrists as I held him pinioned, I'd been close to coming right then. Rubbing my pubes up and down against the base of his cock had almost done it. That's why I felt so damned flat now… I'd been so close.

I felt like laughing through my gloom. I turned before the mirror. The jizz had dried in damp blobs on my belly and I rubbed a hand in what was still wet, spreading it around over my skin. I touched another stringy bunch to the splotch of my tattoo. Heat crawled into the swollen petals of my pussy. I smelled the come on my fingers, licked it. I looked in the mirror and licked it again, excited by the reflection of my lips shiny with Scott's jizz. Some of it dried quickly, making my mouth sticky at the corners. I licked them wet again and swallowed the odd, flat taste.

Legs spread, I lowered my hands to my fluffy triangle and dug the cuntlips apart. My breathing went ragged and my shoulders shook uncontrollably. It was like I was chilled. I ran my fingers back and forth over the puffy membranes that framed my aching cunt. There was a hairbrush on the dresser with a curving plastic handle. I picked it up and guided the smoothness into my pussy. It slipped past the ring of muscles with a wet little sound and, when I pulled it back again, my soaked cunt sucked around it… and the sound was as exciting as the touch.

There I was, Shelby Jean in the mirror, legs spread wider now, bent slightly at the knees. My shoulders drooped so I could get my hands under my body. The hairbrush handle glistened slickly. My fingers were wet to the knuckles. Oh God, it felt so good! To have my cunt filled with something. I probed deeper, my eyes fluttering weakly shut and opening again.

I touched the sensitive sides of my pussy, gouging out with the brush to stretch them. I rocked my ass. My toes spread wide on the rug, cramping. With a fingertip I ravaged the button on my clit. I was awash with cuntjuice and my small, hardened clit slipped away as I gouged after it. The muscles at the backs of my legs were as hard as rock, my breath shallow and rapid. Ohhh, so good… so damned good! It was beginning to build along the nerve endings that lined my cuntlips.

My next movement came almost before I thought of it. I let the brush fall to the floor, staggered towards Scott's slumbering form. Trembling, I lowered myself as gently as I could. His chest was cool with sweat and I ground my aching cunt against his soft cock. He woke a little, tried to smile through the irritation of being disturbed without warning.

"Shelby…"

"I'm horny," I gasped, pretending amusement for the two of us, licking his dried lips. He didn't want to kiss me, but I buried my mouth in his neck and rocked my pelvis. The lips of my cunt had flowered open around his cock. I could feel the blood moving back into it, though Scott seemed to be still half asleep. I was close… seconds away. Frantically I found his cock and pumped the skin up and down against the ridged head. His cock straightened and thickened some. Scott took a breath.

"Jesus… you surprised me…" His hands touched my hips, shyly again. "What are you…"

I had pressed the head of his cock into my gushing pussy and bore back upon it with twisting, hunching movements. His erection was weak, but my cunt was hot and slippery and I fucked him with rapid little jerks.

"Ohhhhh… Scott…" His cock slipped in as I supported it with my fingers around the base and tossed my ass to impale myself better. I was coming! The friction of his pubic hair against my naked clit was glorious.

"Scott… kiss me, damn it!" I tongued deep into his mouth, raked at his teeth. He seemed shocked, coming awake completely now. My ass bucked against him. I couldn't think of stopping now. His cock had thickened more, lengthened within me, and I clasped it with my pussy and tongued his mouth savagely. I sensed he was struggling and at the same time trying to cover it up. He was shocked, I knew it. I didn't give a damn. The bunts of itching madness were all over me. My cunt throbbed with something near pain, a wondrously insane kind of hurt that made me want more of his prick. Scott jerked under me, moaning with pain. I tasted salty blood on my lips.

"You're biting the hell out of me…" he grunted.

"I'm sorry… Oh, Christ, I'm sorry, I…"

I put my face into his neck and probed the tendons and muscles with my tongue. Scott's cock had gotten no harder, but I ground against what I could feel as the urgent jabs of pleasure jerked through my loins. I was intensely aware of the boy beneath me. I floundered on him, shoved my knees against the insides of his legs, opening him almost as if I was the one with the cock. My spasms were dying away but still the mild rubbing of his half-hard cock teased me… drew the lusty throbs out until I let go my tenseness, relaxed. I lay like that for a few minutes, drooling happily against the pillowcase… and Scott's neck.

He moved me gently onto my side. I heard the door open and close. In a little bit he came back with a fresh beer and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Jackie's still dead to the world."

I saw him dab at the red place on his lip where my teeth had nipped. "I'm sorry I bit you, Scott. Really… I didn't know what I was doing I guess." He seemed shy again, retreating into his own mind. I had the feeling that he was a little ashamed of what had happened.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you all right? Is there something you want to say?" He looked at me, almost began to say something, then looked back at his beer. I clasped my hands over my belly. "I guess I kind of got crazy. But… well, you just excite me, that's all."

"I do? I mean, I did?"

"You're so…" He cringed at this. "Look, why can't we just admit it. I'm almost ten years older than you are. I don't expect you to come on like Joe Cocksman… I'm glad you didn't really."

Scott was blushing. I felt it more than saw it. "It was kind of funny… with you on top like that."

I felt like telling him how wild it had actually been for me but stopped, afraid. A shard of memory flashed back… I could see him on his knees, head pulled back… my soaked pussy pressing down against his mouth.

I sat up, scooted close to him. "Hey, why so moody?"

"I'm not moody." He took a gulp of his beer. "Just thinking." I wondered if he thought he hadn't performed well.

"You're moody all right. I know moody when I see it." I tickled his leg, squeezed it.

"I really do love you, Shelby. It just got me… you sitting in there with Jackie tonight and you kissing me like that."

"Look, I was horny." I made him look at me. "I told you that. I was hornier than I guess I've ever been and you looked so damned… sweet."

Scott stared hotly at me. His strong jaw jutted as if he might be working up his arrogance, searching for some primal instinct that separated the sexes. Only then did I glance between his thighs. His cock stabbed out from his blond pubic hair, bobbing slightly. I laughed and pressed my breasts against his arm. It was hard to keep my hands off of him and so I didn't. Reaching in under his ass, I cupped his hairy scrotum and gently squeezed his nuts.

"I want to. I want to do it to you," he managed to get out. I nodded my face against his chest, kissed his nipple. He moved like he didn't want me to. I rolled his balls in my palm. We drifted towards the bed and Scott pushed me roughly down. A little too roughly. He mounted me with almost no grace, dropped the weight of his chest against my tits. I closed my eyes, curled fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He kissed me. His lips were dry. I felt his cock as he guided it between my cuntlips. My pussy was dry and the tenderness of my own body made me squeeze my eyes with pain. But Scott fucked me quickly, without mercy. He was mad, taking it out on me. Shelby. The Ultimate Fuck Off, the rapist of boys. I laughed too loudly and Scott looked at me.

"What's so funny?" For a moment I thought he might hit me.

"Nothing. Still drunk I guess." I winced as he drove his prick up and under, skewering my pussy. It felt pretty nice, but that was all. Just nice. "If you're angry, we don't have to fuck right now." I looked directly into his blue eyes. He gave me a big-bad-dude glower. His arms held my body as if it were a sack of potatoes.

"I can get it in you deeper with me on top." He drove viciously to prove his point.

"Usually when a guy makes love to a girl he kisses her breasts and her neck and tells her how he feels." I couldn't help being a little cruel. Scott needed it. He kissed one of my tits. I held his face down on it, but he only passed a tongue near one nipple before twisting away. Inside I yearned to roll him over and ravage him again. I closed my eyes with the yearning… so strange this sudden new lust of mine. I hadn't minded the bottom position before. Had Bruce's fucking bored me, or just Bruce? I wasn't sure.

Scott's fingers had sneaked down to my ass, kneading me.

"You're so soft."

"You're so hard," I said, trying to give him something to build on. I was getting excited again. His cock was wet with my cuntjuice now, and the friction wasn't so painful. I began to move my ass in slow circles, tilting it to make his glans plow against the inner lining of my pussy. Why did I want so badly to be on top? I even caught myself pushing a leg down against the bed, tilting us for a moment.

Scott braced against me, pinned me with his weight. He fucked mechanically without much variation. In and out, fuck, fuck, fuck… as if each fucking blow was a punishment against my having him under me before. My excitement reached a long, flat plateau and hung there.

I tried to make Scott kiss my tits more, something I'd always loved, but he was grimly resolute to fuck me under his own terms. With his chin against my collarbone he grunted like a pig and increased his tedious, hard strokes until I felt really fucked… fucked into oblivion. I felt a little ball of nausea in my guts. Oh Christ, hurry up! Get your rocks and get the hell off!

I touched his scrotum, fondled his balls. He grunted in my ear again and I felt the muscles in his ass harden. My finger rested against the base of his cock and I felt the jolts of semen jet through his cockshaft and out into my pussy. I rolled and tickled his balls as he plunged. The sound of our fucking grew stickier, wetter. I felt hot froth with my fingers and, as Scott collapsed heavily against me, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked. Then I closed my eyes.

At last Scott budged and lifted himself away. He strutted unashamedly before the dresser mirror as I mopped the mess from between my legs with the edge of the sheet. It was his turn to look down upon me, his turn to dominate. I didn't like his childishness now. It had turned shallow and ugly. He stood at the end of the bed with arms crossed. I looked up at him, smiled.

"Guess I'd better get back in the other room," he said.

I nodded. "Jackie's pretty broadminded, but you are her kid brother." It had just slipped out.

Kid. But he was one.

Gamely he pretended not to take offense, bent to pull on his blue jeans. I took a deep breath, let it out. Now with his cock out of me, about to leave… I wanted to fuck again.

"I think I've flipped."

Scott glanced over. "Huh?"

"Flipped. Me. I'm wigged out. I need another drink."

"See ya in the morning." He waved back from the door.

"Night." The door closed. I fell back on my pillow and went the hell to sleep.