Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF)
furies, and all sorts of other crazy-assed positions. So, she was a big whore—the end.
    Rachel had no need to at the moment though, since her house was never in short supply of suitable youthful male bodies, throughout the month. She’d had sex with almost all of Brent’s friends that regularly came over—all of them, except for Brent himself. She wanted to, but was still content fantasizing about it. He was like a best friend to her. She didn’t know if she wanted to just use him for a physical release. Besides, his friends had heaps and heaps of stamina—like Rachel—and they had no problems keeping up with her, and keeping busy for long amounts of time.
    Rachel moved her black and pastel pink pleated skirt up her legs, grinding her pelvis against Gabriel.
    “ Move over,” said Tommy, wrongly typecast as a shy kid who hardly ever said a word at school, but who found his strong, steady voice at keg parties, and such. He started unbuckling his jeans, and Gabriel followed, as he set Rachel down on the sofa. Gabriel was always Rachel’s first choice. He had the whole tall, dark and handsome thing going—completely irresistible.
    She peeled off her thin white t-shirt, her fleshy nipples rosy-pink-hued, and hard as the buttons on the guys’ jeans. She started rubbing and squeezing her breasts together, running one of her feet up Gabriel’s calve muscle, and then her other foot up Tommy’s leg, as they started stroking their members.
    “ Start me up,” Rachel sexily snarled at them, in the tune of the Rolling Stones’ classic song.
    Rachel flicked her tongue over Gabriel’s swollen dick head, and did the same to Tommy, before she started to take two of their dicks into her mouth. When you’re looking for a mature blowjob, she was the lady you wanted to go to —all of Brent’s close friends knew that for a fact.
    “ Rach-el!” The only voice that would make her stop, in the primal heat of action.
    “ What the fuck, Brent!” Tommy exclaimed, as he continued pumping himself.
    But Tommy was more amused than angered. After all, he’d be getting none of this, if it weren’t for Brent in the first place. If Brent or Rachel interrupted, Tommy was cool with it. He wasn’t as mild-mannered if someone else got in the way at the wrong time.
    “ Brent?” Rachel looked around, bra falling over the seat, a hand still on Gabriel’s curved up cock. “Where’re you?” And then, since Brent had made his presence known, Rachel added, “Would you like to join us?”
    She saw Brent, looking skinnier than ever, loitering around on the staircase, looking like he was going to lurch. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his cheeks seemed to look a little more sunken than usual. Gotta feed him—he’s disappearing! Rachel made a mental note to herself.
    “ Oh…you guys…” Brent gave a slight wave, staggering on the step, clinging on to the stair railing. He wasn’t completely wasted, just a little hazy. He’d just smoked some of the dope Rachel kept stashed in her room. He shared some joints with Rachel sometimes.
    Rachel had nothing to prove when she did Brent’s friends the favors, which is why they loved having sex with her. They didn’t have to force themselves to indulge her in endless foreplay. They explored and tasted her between the legs, not because she made them, but because she pleased their dicks so well. They felt morally obliged to reciprocate in kind, in reverence.
    She slipped her shirt back on and went up to her room. Brent was lying down on the floor beneath her bed, facing the wall, dressed only in his boxer shorts.
    “ Is everything okay?”
    Brent nodded, sad and sullen. Everything was not okay.
    He’d seen Rachel naked on numerous occasions, this past year, ever since his friends started coming over to her place for alcohol and dope, and a spacious place to hang out. He’d seen her more naked more times in the past few weeks than he had in his whole life.
    “ Why d’you have sex with

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