Marley’s dad had said he was working late, so when he came home unexpectedly, he discovered us not actually doing a homework project together. Well, we kind of were, just not one assigned in class. We were teaching each other, though – what it would be like to be with a boy.
We’d flipped a coin and I’d gone first. Strapping on the fake dick we’d gotten (that Internet adventure was a whole ‘nother thing!) was really weird, and the look on Marley’s face when I carefully pushed it inside her was something I’d not seen before. When I’d had it all the way in her eyes widened and her mouth made a little “o” shape, then she blushed deep red and turned her head away. But we were good friends. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. I told her so. I asked her to tell me what it felt like, and between little gasps, she tried to describe it. I have to say, it made me wetter just listening to her.
I pretended to be the boy and tried to do the kinds of things I’d seen on porn videos, but really most of that turned out to be just silly, it was pretty much enough just to do the in and out thing. The fucking part. Marley was clearly turned on, clearly feeling good things, and while I fucked her, she reached down and fingered herself until she was about to cum. At the last minute she looked back up at me and I blushed as she climaxed, eyes locked on mine. I tried to keep fucking as she came, but she was squeezing it so hard, I almost couldn’t. It looked pretty amazing, and I couldn’t wait for my turn.
I have to admit I chose “doggy style” because I was also a little shy for Mar to see my face when she slid it in me. But I couldn’t hide the loud moan I made when she did. It felt amazing! Her hands on my hips also felt kind of good. But I had to imagine that a real boy might be, well, stronger. More… insistent? But still, this was so new, and felt so good, I was well on the way to cumming myself when Mar suddenly froze behind me in mid stroke.
I looked up questioningly to see her dad standing there, mouth agape. Before I could say anything, Mar’s words tumbled out, babbling nearly incoherently about what we were doing. As she explained, maybe without even realizing it, she pushed the fake cock all the way in to me and I couldn’t keep a little gasp from escaping.
Mar’s dad listened with an expression I couldn’t read. Then, just after my gasp at being filled full, it seemed like he made a decision. While we both watched in surprise, he started getting undressed. He said if we wanted to know what it was really like, he could show us. But first he’d teach us both about something else boys liked.
Before I knew it, his cock – a real man’s big, hard cock – was in front of my face. He told me to lick it, taste it, explore it with my mouth, and as if I was dreaming, I did. I don’t know when Marley started fucking me again, but I knew that pretty soon I’d have a real boy – no, a real man – inside me. Her dad was much bigger than that strapon toy, and the strength behind that cock, all that tense muscle, told me that our experiment was a pale copy of reality.
I was about to find out just how right that was.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 