Page 16 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

“Told you. Bitch has got a merkin. You don’t see one of those every day”

“No.” Afro motioned toward the monitor. “It’s real. See? The hair is attached.”

I stared in disbelief, trying to figure out just what in the hell she had going on. Her pussy, at least the important part, was shaved clean. Above it, however, there was a patch of hair that resembled a little pussy wig.

“It’s a glue-on,” Nerd exclaimed. “A merkin.”

“It’s gross,” I said.

“She’s got a cute pussy, though,” Afro said.

She was now standing in front of Eric with her back facing us. Her three-inch thigh gap revealed a picture-perfect pussy. At least from behind. “Agreed.”

He made the lens wide again, allowing the entire room to be viewed. As soon as Eric came into view, Nerd shouted.

“Holy shit,” Nerd gasped. “That dude should be in a circus.”

I chuckled. “I know, right?”

Afro shifted his eyes from the monitor to the laptop. “Dayumm. Dude’s packing a schlong, huh?”

Completely naked, Eric was standing in front of Karen. It was obvious his body was something he’d worked hard to develop. Covered in muscular symmetry, he looked like a Greek God. But it wasn’t his body that any of us were looking at.

I pointed at the monitor. “It’s not even hard yet.”

Afro cocked his head to the side and stared. “Holy shit, it’s not. He’s still swinging.”

I looked at him. “Swinging?”

He took a bite of jerky and nodded. “When a guy’s not hard, it swings from side to side like that. When it’s stiff, it’s more like an arm wave.” With his hand dangling toward the floor, he allowed his arm to swing back and forth, pivoting at the elbow. “The base is the fulcrum.”

“I see.”

After my Physics lesson in dangling dicks, my attention went back to the monitor. Standing in front of Eric, Karen lowered herself to her knees.

“Bet she can’t even get it in her mouth,” Nerd said. “That’s the biggest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”

Afro took another bite of his Slim Jim. “Looks like she’s gonna try.”

Karen gripped his shaft with both hands, studied the tip for a moment, and then licked her lips in preparation.

I made repeated comparisons between her forearm and Eric’s dick, and there wasn’t a measurable difference. In fact, with her dainty hands wrapped around it, it brought everything into perspective.

She was small, and Eric’s cock wasn’t.

She opened her mouth wide, and encompassed the tip of it with her lips.

Nerd let out a laugh. “Holy shit, she’s got a big mouth.”

“She’s got the head in,” I said.

Afro wagged his jerky toward the monitor. “No, it’s just the tip.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“The head is from the tip to the rim,” Afro explained. “She’s just got the tip in. She hasn’t made it to the rim.”

He zoomed in, and then pointed to the monitor. “See?”