Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 8: We're not Friends

The rest of the day, I spend at home. Janice is forced to go back to her jobs, taking Elianna with her. I don't know what to do. The dullness of having nothing to do reminds me of when I was at the playground, and I can't sit still. I sleep for about an hour, but when I wake, I find that I can't go back to sleep again.

I venture around the house, going through everything. I open the kitchen cabinets, appraising their food. I'd already eaten lunch, which El had prepared and given to us in the morning to bring to the construction site, but I was feeling hungry again. I see a container of cookies and without thinking twice, I take one. This turns out to be a bad move, because I can't stop myself, and end up taking another. And another. It continues until the container is almost empty. Then I stop, feeling guilty. I close the jar and push it away from myself. I then explore the greenhouse. There are no flowers, though it does smell sweet. Citrus fruits. Of course. It's well-kept and I spend some time admiring it. The plants are mostly edible stuff, I notice. I look around some more.

When I get bored of that too I go back into the house and snoop around the others' rooms. I gathered briefly that Vincent is going to the same college Rob is, and is only two years older than El and I. But his room is as bare as every other in this house. I go through Simon's room next, and it's messy. Same as Samuel's, they just seem to throw everything everywhere. I nearly slip on a magazine and curse.

I hold it up and raise an eyebrow. Raunchy magazines. Why did guys keep this kinds of crap?

Nevertheless, I flip through it curiously, the women in the magazine are mostly naked, of course, with perfect boobs the size of watermelons.

"Yeah, right," I scoff to myself, but I can't help the twitch I feel below. I haven't explored my cock much despite the transformation. I mean, it's not like I'm a stranger to penises. Sucked them, swallowed them, had them in my pussy. I wasn't about to explore myself like some kind of pervert. I wasn't that desperate.

But still, I got these erections at times, like when I wake up in the morning. I ignore them, for the most part. Not too hard to do when you're out there in the cold, and your body realizes it needs the blood in other parts of your body.

When I'm done with the magazine, however, I'm completely hard.

Isn't it crazy how you can go from almost getting raped one day, to being horny enough to want to jack off the next?

"Shit," I say to myself, and drop the magazine where I'd found it. I try to finish my exploration of the house, but I'm too aroused to concentrate on anything else. Finally, I give up, and lock myself into the bathroom and pull down the loose jeans.

I sit on the toilet seat and examine my cock. Funny thing is, I'm actually a lot bigger than average, at least as far as I knew. Not as big as the biggest cock I'd ever seen, of course, but larger than Trent. Or Rob, even. There are veins running up and down my shaft, and I stroke them. The ensuing sensation gives me a jolt. I was not expecting the shot of pure pleasure that ran up and down my spine.

"Holy shit." I grasp my fist around the girth of my cock, realizing with some relish that as a girl I'd probably never be able to get my hand to close around this big, fat cock. I stroke myself up and down, experimenting with what feels best. No wonder guys were so addicted to sex. This feels so much more intense than sex as a female, and all I'm doing is jerking off. I can't imagine what it must be like to have a soft, wet cunt wrapping around this pole.

The image is far too much stimulation. I stroke myself a few more times, imagining a girl riding me as I did Rob sometimes, pushing me in and out of her cunt. Then I come, gasping, feeling spirals of pleasure drown me, almost as if it originated from my cock. My eyes close and my head is thrown back. For some reason my brain decides to feed me an image of El's bare breasts when I'd seen it back in the alley, and I cry out as my body forces another spurt of white cum to splash against the wall opposite me.