CHAPTER TWO
The box wasn't as heavy as Angelica was used to, but the only thing she'd ordered recently were textbooks and other school gear. The box was a plain brown too, no fancy Amazon logos or labeled outer packaging. It wasn't until she had cut through the brown tape holding the box closed that she saw the magazine's logo, then there it was. Wrapped in a sealed plastic was her dildo, and it looked just like the one online.
"Hmm," Angelica muttered, eying the device carefully. She thought it would be bigger, but she often pictured penises bigger in her mind than they really were. It helped, especially when she fucked micropenis frat boys with egos ten times larger than just one of the testicles. It came in handy for the guys she actually liked too, imagining them as bigger. But she wanted her toy to be actually bigger.
Angelica sighed and carried the item up to her room, "I guess I should at least try it out first. How does this even work?" she huffed, sinking onto her bed and grabbing her tablet. She decided to try out an adult version of YouTube for ideas, but after a few too many seconds of eye-bursting images, she decided to stick to text only.
It took a few minutes, but she finally figured out what she needed to do. Like a real penis, she needed to get lubed up to make it more comfortable. The writing suggested a mental fantasy. Angelica thought back on all the sex she'd ever had and tried to imagine the best time she'd had.
"Maybe on the ski lift? No, no, he came in my hair and I had to tuck it in like a cancer patient," Angelica muttered. She sighed, "Maybe at Wal-mart in the frozen foods section? No, no, I only liked that because of what he did with that popscicle," Angelica smirked, sliding her hand across the dildo as she thought of her date shoving a creamsicle up his ass and coming so hard he hit the freezer door across from him.
While the story got her a laugh, that wasn't what she needed. The text recommended a Plan B of sorts, so Angelica went into her bathroom and grabbed the small tub of Vaseline she often used during her dance years. This tub was old but clean, so she took it by the bed, lowered her panties and hiked up her skirt. She used her fingers to apply a liberal amount of the goop, then she slid it in.
"Hmm, not bad," Angelica nodded, sliding the dildo around inside her without feeling much of anything. She knew it was because she didn't have a decent enough Plan A, so she thought about her crazy sex dreams. The dreams only came when she hadn't come in a while, and they were usually too fucked up for her to even think about otherwise. But because she usually woke up dripping wet and aching for some decent cock, she knew it was worth it.
Her most recent one involved Spike, the now ancient dog who lay under the coffee table at her Aunt Didi's house producing the most foul-smelling farts ever discovered. Somehow her dream had him back in his glory days in the backyard, romping around with the kids when he wasn't trying to steal food off the grill.
Her dream wasn't as innocent. She got wet as she thought of the dog mounting her aunt, starting on her leg. Then Didi would peek around, and if no one was there, she would get on her hands and knees, literally doggy style. Spike's cock morphed into a raging dong worthy of a porn star's paycheck, and suddenly Angelica was her aunt, the cock ramming into her with the force of the most liberating freight train.
Angelica moaned as she used her hand to mimic the cock's movements. It wasn't much feeling wise, but she hit just the right spots for her mind to think she was in that moment. When she pictured him cumming inside of her, which was a flood in her dream, the Vaseline's sensation helped the moment. She felt her clitoris convulse as she had her orgasm.
Angelica sat up in bed and pulled the dildo out. She held it in her hand and shook her head, moving into the bathroom to clean up and wonder what the fuck just happened.
Lil was sitting on the toilet seat looking over her makeup. Phil entered the bathroom and shut the door, lining up at the toilet for an afternoon piss. Lil didn't look up from her face as he finished, giving his penis a good shake before zipping up and joining her at the vanity.
"I doubt he cares. Just get over there and give him a piece. That's all he wants, or at least, that's all you want," Phil smirked, elbowing Lil playfully.
"Henry isn't sure about this. He showed me a picture from his condom aisle experience at the store. I better take a few of yours, not that it matters. He's obviously a virgin," Lil whispered, absentmindedly applying more blush.
Phil grabbed her hand, "I'll give you a few so you can teach him proper technique. I already know better, believe me."
Lil's phone buzzed and she sighed, "Looks like it's time. Kimi is covering for me. I told her I'd do the same for her if she and Tommy need to...you know, but it's not in the cards."
"Yeah, Kira got all nutso with the school shit. That girl will be locked up til she's 30 working on a master's if she's not careful," Phil smirked, kissing Lil's cheek, "Everything happens in time. Now it's your time. Get out there."
"Thanks," Lil sighed, kissing his cheek and moving to their bedroom. She put on a coat and snuck out the back, crossing into the neighbor's side yard before taking to the sidewalk. A few houses down, she stopped and rang the doorbell.
Henry answered buck naked, "I hope you like this."
"Very much so, but let's get inside before someone sees," Lil grinned, guiding him to the couch as his boner stood at attention. Lil smiled, "You ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," Henry said, watching as Lil took off her shirt, revealing her braless torso. Her boobs bobbed as she pushed him back on the couch and straddled him.
"Is it okay that I'm on top?" Lil asked.
Henry nodded as she lined up over him. Before he knew what to even think, she had him inside her and was moving up and down, causing sensations to fill Henry that he had never felt before. He exploded inside of her, the cum drizzling out the front of her vulva.
Lil shook her head, "You weren't in, but it's okay. It's common on your first time."
"I thought this was your first time," Henry said, grabbing a doily from the table behind him to clean up as Lil grimmaced, sliding off of him and following his move.
Then she remembered she needed a lie, "Well, I watch a lot of pornography in my spare time, and I masturbate. My friend's cousin is a bit of a slut, so she hooks me up with all the best dildos. One is on this blowup doll thing so it's just like that. It's my favorite position," Lil said as if this were completely true, when it completely wasn't.
Henry bought it with a raised eyebrow as he tossed down the soiled doily, "Wow, a girl who watches porn? That's pretty cool actually. I didn't know that about you. I guess that's not something you talk about though, huh? Masturbation and porn and all."
"Yeah, it's not cooth or whatever, definitely not for girls. I see no shame in it," Lil said, sitting on the couch awkwardly. "So, what now? Did you want to watch a movie or something?"
"I guess. Do you want to watch some of my dad's stuff? Mom thinks he tossed it out but really I have it hidden behind a loose board in my closet," Henry grinned.
Lil cursed herself under her breath for using such a lie, but she had to go with it. A minute later they were on his parents' bed with a porno DVD in the player. Henry skipped through the opening dialogue, stopping the super speed as two busty blondes in tight nurse outfits cornered a disgusting looking guy with a cock the size of a dinosaur. The girls double-teamed it with open mouths, licking it and nibbling at it until cum drizzled up like a volcano.
"Hey, I'm hard again if you want to try," Henry whispered. Lil knew this was her chance to not see the television, but before she could mount him, he held up his hand, "No, I want to be on top this time."
Lil allowed it, but it was like watching a cock-eyed knight try to put his sword into a wall-mounted sheath. First he hit the inside of her left thigh and deflected off, then her right. Next was her ass, causing his dick to flop between her ass cheeks. Then it was two high, sliding up her clit and causing the tip to move out the top of his pubes.
"Guide it with your hand," Lil whispered, "or do you want me?"
"You can," Henry agreed, stopping, "Wait, shouldn't we be using a condom?"
"I use the pill, but it's up to you," Lil replied, looking around, "Are they still in the living room?"
"I guess so. It'll be fine if you're on the pill," Henry said. Lil nodded and helped guide Henry in, just as she'd done the first few times with Phil.
Except Phil could hold his load. As soon as Henry's tip entered Lil's entry, he came all over, causing cum to spew everywhere, but thankfully less than before.
"Shit, Lil, I'm sorry," Henry sighed, grabbing the edge of the bed spread to clean himself up. Lil shrugged off the disgusting move and used a pillow to clean herself up.
"It's normal, but maybe you should masturbate more to get used to the sensation," Lil suggested, remembering Phil's exploring on the internet to help increase his stamina. Now he could go for almost an hour unless it was getting too hot, then they would both cum within seconds.
Henry laughed, breaking the daydream, "Hey, maybe your friend can get me one of those pocket pussy things. That would be really cool. My dad has one but I don't want to use it."
"Yeah that would be weird," Lil agreed, trying to think of an excuse. She nodded, "Well she namely deals in stuff for girls. It's a company for lesbians, not even trans men or whatever, so they wouldn't really have that. Maybe you can look it up or something. Just order a book off Amazon for class and add one on. Your mom won't even notice."
"I love how you think, and next time, this will be so much better," Henry smiled, kissing Lil passionately. It almost made up for the bad night, but Lil wasn't sure.
After watching a real movie on television, Lil decided to go home for the night. When she got there, her parents were in bed themselves, so Lil tiptoed upstairs. She found Phil finishing up a conversation online, and he knew just by looking at her that she'd been disappointed.
"Boys take too long to get good," Lil sighed, stripping down and moving to her vanity to get her makeup removal cloth, "He came within seconds twice. I'd take a shower but he just used whatever was laying around. I cleaned off with a throw pillow."
"You know he's about to have to dump you when his parents find out, right?" Phil smirked.
Lil laughed, "Part of me doesn't care. I had to lie and say a friend helped me get porn and dildo dolls, and now he wants a pocket pussy. He bought my lie that it's a company for lesbians, but what the fuck? I mean, I told him it would help. I want it to work for him, but I need my orgasm too!"
Phil grinned as he moved to the bed. He pointed and Lil obeyed, sliding under him as he exposed his penis, already erect and ready. Phil threw the covers over both of them and used his fingers to see if she was ready. She wasn't quite there so he fingered her under the covers, sometimes lining up his penis and expertly sliding it up and down her clit. Once she was moaning and wet, he slid inside.
Lil gripped the bedspread and bit the edge of his pillow to keep silent as Phil rocked her world, rocking with the precision of ocean waves and hitting all the right spots. Within minutes she was moaning under him, her vagina spasming joyfully as she entered the throws of orgasm. The feeling helped Phil along, and soon he was done too.
Phil collapsed beside her and sighed heavily, "Better?"
"Much better," Lil smiled, starting to get up then laying back down, "I'll just shower tomorrow."
"Agreed," Phil said, lacing his fingers within hers. They fell asleep like this, neither waiting up til morning.
Kimi was too busy to answer Tommy and she hated it. He'd texted the first time two hours ago, but Kimi was stuck in a Japanese tutoring session in her kitchen with an ancient Japanese man who secretly tried to touch her knee, arm, or whatever else he could reach whenever Kira wasn't looking. An hour later Tommy texted again, but Kimi was in the den doing her calculus homework. Now it was buzzing again, but she was working on an extra credit English paper, because having a 99.5 wasn't good enough for her mother.
Kimi was miserable and Chuckie knew it. He saw nearby, struggling through a novel for his remedial English class. Chuckie was never the model student and his step-mother knew it, and Chas was too much of a pushover to do anything about the unfair treatment. They were two different families, with Chuckie having all the freedom. Chas tried one single time to stick up for her, to let her have fun with his son and their friends again. Nope. Kira shot back at him in French, a language she refused to let either of the kids learned, and the argument was over.
If she had time, she'd secretly learned French, but for now, Kimi wanted to secretly drag Tommy behind the nearest set of bushes and fuck his brains out just to spite her mother. She disapproved of their relationship but allowed her to keep her cellphone private. Kimi figured she just read their texts on her bill whenever it came, so she forced Tommy to stick to email for their private things. Her school email was for education friends, but her secret private account was for guys like him.
Kimi wrapped up her paper and showed Kira proof. Kimi hoped she could finally escape, but she still had an assignment for her advanced chemistry class. Kimi held in a guttural scream as she took her book over by the window, resisting the urge to slam it through the glass. She finished up her work as Chuckie moved over to her phone. Without missing a beat he slid it across the carpet with his ankle before shooting her a wink. Then he sat in the chair by the door, one eye on his book and the other on Kira.
Midnight meeting. Plz?
Tommy's text had a pleading tone and Kimi eagerly said she would try. She was too desperate not to, but she hoped to get out sooner. Tonight she was fed up and horny as fuck, so she had to do something.
The phone rang in the kitchen and Kira went to answer it. Kimi took the moment to text him back her feelings, and he sent back a quick affirmative: She could come over whenever and then they'd figure it out from there. This made Kimi ecstatic and she quickly breezed through her chemistry problems.
"Kimi, finish that and start your history paper for next week. Your father and I have a dinner meeting," Kira said astutely, her request a vicious threat in reality. Kimi normally listened, but she knew what she was going to do. It took thirty minutes for Kira and Chas to get ready. The moment they left, Kira fled upstairs and changed, leaving her underwear at the foot of the bed.
"Cover for me," Kimi smiled, kissing Chuckie's cheek affectionately on the way out. She would owe him but she didn't care. She had to have him.
Didi was working in the garden when Kimi got to the house. Dinner was over for sure, and Dil was in the backyard working on something. Kimi slipped past him, carefully avoiding Didi and Stu, who was sipping coffee and reading a paper as if it were six in the morning instead of six at night. She held her breath through the living room to keep from smelling Spike, then she entered Tommy's room without even knocking.
"Wow, you actually came," Tommy smiled, the end of his sentence barely coming out. Kimi lunged herself at him, kissing him deeply. When he finally pushed her away, his face was beet red, "Whoa, are you sure?"
"Positive. It's now or never, Tommy, and you know it. I'll spend the next several weeks doing college essays and I need something to convince me life is actually worth it," Kimi said, kissing him again as she tried to pluck off his shirt.
At his next attempt at a breath, Tommy moved away from her, "Wait, I don't have the condoms yet. I had to fix the car and didn't have the money."
"You can't get pregnant your first time. Everyone knows that," Kimi argued. Her sex ed class, ran by her mother, confirmed this was a myth with a two-hour-long documentary that ended with six shots of heads bursting through gaping vaginas and two graphic C-Sections, but Kimi didn't mind the risk. Tommy was worth it, and if she had a baby, maybe she could get out of the bullshit that was her life.
Besides, both were too horny to care. Before they realized it, they were making out on top of Tommy's bed, their clothes shed around the room. Tommy's rigid cock bobbed in the air as he kissed her, wanting to focus on her lips and then her breasts, which he grabbed at and fondled tenderly.
"Put it in," Kimi finally demanded, watching as his seven inch rod neared her. He poked her at first, jabbing hard in the wrong spot. Tommy used his hand to steady himself and found the hole. Kimi cried out at first, but she was secretly happy. Using that toy made it a little easier to take him, but her tightness still was too much for the virgin Tommy. Two thrusts in and he exploded like a volcano.
"Sorry," Tommy muttered.
"Push in, hard. I can work with this," Kimi said firmly. Tommy shoved himself in, but his shrinking cock hit all the right places. Kimi shifted under him, wrapping her legs around his body and humping him from underneath. The sensation was pleasurable, and when she came, she had to hold her mouth firmly against Tommy's shoulder to keep from crying out.
When she was done, the lovers lay side by side.
"Did we finally do this?" Tommy smiled.
"Yes, we finally did," Kimi sighed. Her smile faded, "I won't get to see you much after this, not until I graduate and get out. I'm trying to decide if I want to fake Mom out, take my college savings and put them towards an apartment instead. Community college and a job are enough for me."
"And me?"
"You'd come with me, silly...literally," she winked, eying his cock. "I'm glad you're skinny or that would've ripped me to shreds."
"I sent you some pictures," Tommy said with a raised eyebrow.
"Through the email account?"
"Yeah," Tommy nodded, sitting up, "Didn't you get them?"
Kimi turned an angry shade of red, "No. Damnit! I wonder which of them got the pictures. One of them must've hacked my account and deleted them. If it was Mom, I'm dead."
"What about Chuckie and Chas?" Tommy asked.
Kimi shook her head, "Not as bad if it's Chuckie. Dad would be a problem, but I don't think he'd try anything. He's given up on both of us because of Mom. It's like he doesn't even try anymore, like his heart is somewhere else."
"I wanted you to stay here but I think you should go and investigate," Tommy said, helping her gather her clothes. He gave her a pair of dirty underwear to clean herself with, then when they were dressed, he helped her downstairs. On their way out, he grabbed a nearly finished pie and handed it off to her to pay Chuckie, but both hoped it wasn't him that had hacked her account, or anyone else for that matter.
