HOUSE OF SINS(erotica shorts)

Chapter 5

Ummm?" I gave her quizzical look, but I guess that explained the straps. I'd never seen a strap-on dildo before though. I hadn't even heard of one and that's how innocent I could be sometimes.

"Well, I figured if my boyfriend can't f**k me, then..." Marcia pulled her middle finger out of her p***y and slid it between her lips. "I taste good, huh?"

"Mmmm-hmmm..." I agreed as I had to rip the box open, they really seal those dildo things good!

"Wait, I bought some lube stuff too," she said a moment later and I spit the tampon into the empty box. I'd been chewing on it like bubblegum and sucking as much c*m out of the cotton as I could get.

"What lube stuff?" I asked, examining the dildo and it didn't feel all that real.

The rubber seemed cold and sort of stiff, and not silky soft the way the skin on a real c**k feels. It looked sorta real though, being eight inches long and about as thick as Mr. Moore's. He had the biggest d**k I'd ever seen; the biggest one my mom had ever seen too, and she'd seen a lot of c***s! The dildo had a smooth glans and fake veins and stuff, fake balls too except they were flat on the bottom where the base widened. That's where the Velcro straps were attached and they were kinda tangled as they hung loose.

"This stuff," Marcia said, pulling a tube of Anal-Ez out of her purse. "It's really slippery."

"Good," I replied. "I think this would kinda hurt all by itself."

"It's not as big as Mr. Moore's though."

"Yeah, but he's usually pretty wet," I told her, watching as Marcia took off the rest of her clothes.

It took her a few minutes to figure out the strap things and I gave her a doubtful look once she had the dildo on. The base rubbed against her mound mostly and it didn't look too sturdy to me.

"Are you sure that's gonna work?" I asked her and she frowned, since she'd been pretty excited about it.

"If it doesn't, I'll take it back for a refund," she said and I looked at the box I'd pretty much destroyed.

"Suck on it first," she told me, kneeling on my bed and stroking the dildo as if it was a real c**k. "Give me a blowjob, faggot."

"Heh!" I giggled because I always sorta liked the way she called me that. It sounded cute, not mean the way Billy and those other guys said it.

I plumped my pillow under my chest and lay naked on my tummy, propped up on my elbows as Marcia played with my hair. I licked the dildo all over, getting it wet with spit and finding out that rubber doesn't really taste like anything. I sucked on it though, opening my mouth and letting Marcia slide her new c**k between my tightly stretched lips and into my mouth. At least it had the right shape, but I didn't really enjoy it that much.

"Do you like it?" she asked me and I pulled my mouth off with a wet plop.

"Yeah," I lied. "It's great."

"Hmmm..." Marcia narrowed her eyes and I laughed.

"It's kinda, I dunno..."

"Rubbery?"

"Yeah."

"Is your d**k hard?"

"Uh..." I made a face.

"You want to try f*****g?" she asked, looking hopeful and I suspected she wasn't having as much fun as she expected either.

"Okay," I agreed. "Just use a lot of that lube stuff."

"I will," she promised. "Get your butt in the air."

A couple minutes later my girlfriend tried to f**k me.

"Stop squeezing your butt!"

"I'm not!" I giggled as Marcia had to fix the straps again. "This isn't gonna work."

"I know," she sighed. "These strap things suck!"

We kept trying and sometimes she'd actually get to pump my ass three or four times before the straps would come loose, or the dildo would pop out of my butt and we'd have to start all over again. I wondered if lesbians had the same problem. f*****g a p***y was probably easier, I thought, because even after f*****g Mr. Moore as much as I did, my butt was still nice and small and tight. I just needed some time to recover afterwards, you know? Even after getting fisted by Billy, my sore sphincter had closed right back up by the next morning.

"I'm sorry," Marcia said after another ten minutes, taking off the dildo and throwing it across the room. "I wanted you to have a fun birthday."

"It is kinda fun," I told her and I'd been giggling the whole time. "It's okay. Don't worry about."

"I thought it would work better than that."

"We don't have to have s*x, you know."

"But I want to," she pouted softly. "I love you. I know you don't believe me, but..."

"I believe you," I told her, pushing myself up and moving the pillow so we could lay side-by-side.

"Do you still love me?"

"Yeah," I breathed, letting her hug me against her big t**s and wrap her leg over my hip as we got closer.

"Then how come your d**k never gets hard?"

"I dunno," I said. "Maybe love and s*x are different."

"They shouldn't be," she sighed, but I think Marcia was just saying that because she felt so frustrated.