Page 40 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

I reached for another meat stick.

After the kiss, Eric picked her up and carried her to the bed. She looked at him with doe eyes as he slid his forearms underneath her legs.

Nerd clapped his hands together. “Wad that bitch in a ball and pound that shit.”

Eric rolled his shoulders forward, forcing her knees to each side of her head. With her smooth pussy pointed at the ceiling and her legs over his shoulders, there was little she could do short of accepting what he offered.

He gripped his shaft in his hand and guided it toward her skyward twat.

“Wouldn’t have guessed her to take a bare cock,” Nerd said.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, and do anything you say,” I said in a mocking tone.

“Point taken,” Nerd said.

I pulled a Slim Jim from the box, and without looking, extended my left arm. Afro took it from my grasp.

I grabbed another and peeled away the plastic wrapper.

Ballerina leg’s eyes shot wide and she let out a squeal as the tip of Eric’s cock disappeared between her pussy lips.

We all stared in amazement as he began working his hips back and forth, gaining a little depth with each stroke. Her only protest was gnawing at her bottom lip and waving her hands at her sides. After a few nail-biting minutes on all our parts, he was nuts-deep.

“Holy shit,” Nerd said. “She’s a trooper. That looked like sheer hell.”

“You tight pussy feels good,” Eric said.

She opened her mouth, sucked in a breath, and looked at him with wide eyes. “I love your…big cock.”

He squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples as he proceeded to fuck her slowly. After several minutes, his pace increased. And then, again. After another minute or so, he was ramming himself into her at a record pace.

His hips pounded against the backs of her thighs, filling the room with the sound of slapping skin.

“Best music in the world, right there,” Nerd said.

Afro closed his eyes. “I love that sound.”

In mid-stroke, Eric glanced over his shoulder, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over his shoulder, obstructing our view of most everything.

“What the fuck,” Nerd shouted. “What’s he doing?”

I knew exactly what he was doing. He was providing a PG rated scene that we could undoubtedly use on the show. Beneath the blanket, there was no doubt they were fucking, but there was nothing exposed that would prevent airing the segment on television. He continued his full-on pace of fucking her like he was working against the clock. After a minute or so passed, he tossed the blanket aside.

“Thank God,” Nerd said.

“He’s breathing heavy,” Nerd said. “That tight little pussy’s taking its toll.”

Eric’s muscular ass pounded back and forth. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.

“Me…too,” Ballerina legs heaved.

He pounded and pounded. In a few seconds, she let out an ear-piercing wail that continued for several seconds. Her arms fell to her sides.

Eric pulled out, stroked his thirteen inches a few times, and then blew an award-winning load on her stomach, tits, and face.

Simultaneously, we all let out a sigh.

“Holy shit,” Nerd said. “That sexy little bitch can take a dick.”

I stood, handed Afro a beef jerky, and then turned toward the door.

“That’ll be seven hundred bucks, gentlemen. I’ll come back later for payment. Thanks for your patronage.”

“Where are you going?” Afro asked.

“I’ve got work to do,” I said.

And I walked out of the room.