Page 43 of Feel Free to Scream

If this is sex, why isn’t everyone doing it every day, all the time? Why is it kept secret, private and discouraged? I want to keep doing only this for the rest of my life. I want him inside my dripping pussy, and my ass, and circling my clit with one thumb, and cupping my breast with one hand just like he’s doing now, until the end of time.

It’s my last thought as I completely lose all concept of time and space.

I think I pass out. I’m fairly certain I do, because the next time I blink, there’s something hard and soft all at once pressing against my lips.

“I cleaned it,” he assures me, as my eyes lazily lift to his mask face.

The head of his cock hovers over my lips. I part them. Keller doesn’t ask if I’ve done it before, so I’m spared the embarrassment of confessing to yet another way I’m completely ignorant. Instead of waiting for me to do something, he sways his lips a little, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. All I need is to keep it open.

“Head back,” he says gently. “Don’t fight it. Breathe through your nose, yeah?”

I’m past protests. My mind and body simply obey. His cock presses past my tongue, into my throat. It narrows in protest, but then I force a breath into my nose, and the huge appendage eases farther inside.

I breathe with my nose, and he fucks my throat, his hand fisting my curls.

My ass and pussy are empty, wet and raw, both tightening without reason, as if somehow still in need of attention. Letting him use my throat makes me want his cock elsewhere, everywhere.

He’s turning me into something I wasn’t yesterday, something I didn’t think I ever could be.

A needy, mindless slut.

I like sucking him. I like him fucking my ass. This is what I am, who I am. Someone who genuinely loves sex.

Part of me wonders how he could have known I’d be like this. Because he did know. He told me, and I didn’t believe him. Maybe everyone actually enjoys it once they give it a try. Or maybe he saw something in me.

“Look at her dripping cunt,” I hear someone laugh. “It looks like it wants my cock.”

“Touch her and I cut it off,” Keller snaps.

That makes my entire body sing. He’s not going to let anyone else touch me. I’mhistoy, and I love it.

The sound of his grunt as his hips move faster, his thrusts shallower, make me feel powerful. Wanted. Skilled.

“I’m going to come,” he tells me, retreating, and then wet, viscous warmth covers my face, my hair, my lips.

I dart my tongue out to taste it. It’s salty and slimy.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he informs me in that metallic voice.

That’s only fair. He killed the girl I used to be tonight.

I know, deep down, that however much I am enjoying myself, I’m not going to keep doing this with him. First of all, he’s gotten what he wanted from me. He won’t be interested in more. He’s a billion years away from me, in both experience and social standing. There’s no we. He wanted to use me, and he has. But I’m secretly grateful for the awakening. Now, I know this is a part of me, that sex needs to be in the equation for me to be happy with anyone.

I’m thinking of Noah while covered in Keller’s cum. I am aterribleperson. First of all, I decided to break up with him earlier today, but I haven’t yet, so I’mcheating. But I’m also horrible because he’s been my friend my entire life, and he’s always been kind, nice, and patient with me, and I’ve never, ever wanted him like I want Keller. I don’t want his cock in my mouth or my ass. I’m not craving to know what it feels like deep in my pussy.

I only want Keller.

Fuck. He’s likely already tired of me, and here I am, desperate for more. How am I going to get over him?

18

CLAIRE

Iwake to unfamiliar surroundings, dazed for one blink. Then I remember, mostly because parts of my body that never ached are calling for my attention. My throat. My clit. Myasshole.

Oh my god.My hands fly to my eyes, covering them in shame as lewd memories jump right back to my mind. Embarrassingly, my pussy walls respond, immediately tightening in need, feeling empty.

Oh mygod.

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