Page 13 of Twisted Hunger

"No Brock…"

I can feel his annoyance as he starts going harder at my pussy. Using his fingers, he spreads me open so his tongue can fuck me deeper. Suddenly, his finger presses against my back hole, and I try shifting away.

"Brock, what are—"

"Shh…just let me do this, Ryan. I promise you will like it," he states between licks to my pussy.

I feel bad that I won't give it up. So, what if he wants to show me another way to help me get off? As long as it's just his finger, it should be okay. I relax back and try to concentrate on his mouth once again.

"That's it…let me in, Ry." He pushes until the tip of his finger is inside my ass. I feel him spit on me, and he rubs it into my ass. "Fuck, your ass would feel so good, too. I can always fuck that instead of taking your V-card."

Huh? My eyes pop open at his words, but then he slides two fingers into my pussy, and I moan. I begin grinding against his hands. "Oh God…"

"Oh yeah…fuck yourself good, Ryan." I vaguely hear him talking as I chase my orgasm.

More pressure presses against my ass, and I feel more stretch. "Brock, what are you doing?" I ask, the effects of the X beginning to take place.

"I'm going to make you feel so damn good. You're going to come so hard for me, Ryan," he promises, and as I begin to feel the fire inside intensify, carrying me closer to my climax, that is all that really matters.

"Fuck…yes." I thrust against his fingers, feeling the fire licking at my insides, "More Brock… I'm almost there!"

Brock takes my words wrong, and I'm not quite sure how he came to have it, but I feel his fingers pull out of my ass, and I whimper. Suddenly, he's rubbing oil around my hole and pushing back in, only it's not his fingers. It takes me a moment to register what he's doing, and I try to move away.

"Just wait, baby. You're going to like it—we both will—and you will keep your V-card intact." His words hit hard, but now, the X is in full force, and I resign myself to letting him have his way.

I know he will stop if I really fight him on it, but I'm feeling too good, so I let him continue. I will yell at him later. The burn as he pushes through hurts like a bitch, but it also fuels the fire within. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I reach down and start rubbing my clit vigorously. I turn my head to the side, and a few stray tears fall onto the table.

"Damn, your ass is so tight, Ry. I don't know if I will last." Brock pulls back and then slides back in.

He continues doing this while picking up the pace, and soon, he's slamming into me. I set my fingers to his tempo, and suddenly, I'm tumbling over the edge and crashing hard just as he roars out his release. Hot jets of cum shoot into my ass as he stills, the muscles in his neck straining.

When he drops down and places his forehead against mine, I close my eyes so he can't see my disappointment toward him. He's my friend, and he knows my limits. He pushes them often, but today, he pushed too far, and now… I have to step away for a while. I wonder if he would have stopped had I told him the consequences of continuing. I didn't stop him when I could have, but it still hurt that he pushed me when he knew my feelings.

"That was so fucking good, Ry," he presses his lips against my forehead before pulling himself out of my ass.

No "Are you okay," or "How do you feel?" He just leaves me lying here on the fucking family table as his cum runs out of my ass and onto the surface. He walks from the room, and I get up. Collecting my bottoms, I quickly put them on and leave out the same door I had just come through.

The evening is upon us, and the streetlights are beginning to turn on. The X in my system is still going strong. My teeth grind as I stumble down the sidewalk, not knowing if I'm going the right way. I'm usually lying in Brock's bed when I hit my peak after taking X. I never try walking home this soon, and now I know why.

I'm unsure if it's just me hallucinating but I think a car is following me. When I see the park across the street, I run into the road to get to the other side. A car horn blares in my ear, and I hear tires squeal, but I don't stop. Finding a bench at the back of the park, I fling myself onto it and lay down. I'm feeling energized, but all I want to do is sleep. Closing my eyes, I succumb to sleep as it takes me down into a dark hole.

It's morning when I wake up, and I stretch my body languidly before throwing off the covers and walking to my bathroom. I'm rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I turn to look in the mirror, and that's when two things hit me. One, I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, and two, I woke up in my own bed.How the fuck did I get home?

I return to my room and look around, but nothing seems unusual. Sighing, I go back in and turn the shower on. This is going to bother me all day long. Did Brock find me at the park and bring me home? I will have to stop and talk to him after school today, so I can thank him for making sure I got home and also tell him how disappointed I am in him for doing what he did. My ass is still sore.

As bad as my night was and then the confusion this morning, I was not looking forward to getting harassed by Beau or his little girlfriend. Thankfully, I barely saw either one of them all day. I spied Beau once, and he didn't even spare me a look.

When I pull up to Brock's house, I breathe a sigh of relief. His parents aren't home, but his Toyota is parked in the driveway. I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. It takes a few moments, but then the door swings open. I expect to see Brock, but the person standing before me does not look like my friend.

His left eye is swollen shut, and there is a cut on his right eye. His lip is split in two places, with bruising all over his jaw. He glares at me through his one good eye and starts to shut the door when I gasp. I stop it with my hand, shoving it open again.

"What the fuck, Brock? What the hell happened to you?" I ask disbelievingly.

"You have some nerve showing up here, Ryan!" he snarls back at me.

I'm taken aback by his anger toward me. If anyone should be angry, it's me. I return his glare when I look at him this time. "I have some nerve? What the fuck does that mean? I was coming over to thank you for ensuring I got home, but I guess that's not happening now!"

"I never took you home, Ryan. I came back to the dining room, and you were gone…"

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