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Chapter 4 by Elist Elist

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That night

Erin was already feeling quite tipsy after her fifth can of beer. She had been gaming late into the night with her best friend John, and after he cracked the first one they began demolishing the case.

"Hey, you idiot, stop walking off the cliff... oh." John was already snoring on the couch. She smiled and shut the console off. Erin was so glad that she had a male friend who was so accepting and supportive of her. This was probably what having a twin brother felt like.

She sat down beside him, staring at his soft features and messy hair. He was a bit of a nerd and was short and scrawny, but Erin had always thought he looked a little cute. Maybe John wouldn't think a lesbian's opinion would be much of a compliment.

He flailed in his sleep a little, and his legs spread open. Erin's eyes went wide. There was a very visible bulge in his pants. John must not have been wearing underwear, because she could clearly see the outline of his penis through his shorts, right down to the flared head of his penis. Having been together for so long, it wasn't the first time she had seen his boner even if John might have thought he hid them well. Hell, she had even seen his penis when he slept over and his shorts rode up too much.

But this was the first time she had seen it up close and so hard. She knew he was a virgin, so he must be quite backed up. A strange feeling went through her and she had a strange urge- no, compulsion- to see his cock, and without thinking twice she pulled his pants down.

"Holy shit!" Erin cursed in reflex, because out sprang a huge cock that looked like it was sculpted with the express purpose of destroying vaginas. Moments later Erin smelled it, and it filled her with an unmistakable lust like a wet pussy did. The difference was that female genitalia invited her to dive in, whereas John's musk ignited a primal urge to be pushed down and filled with spunk.

The thought clashed so hard with her identity that she snapped to her senses. Her? Wanting to be dicked? Erin had never had such a ridiculous thought in her entire life. And yet, she couldn't pry her eyes away from the offending penis.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had already grabbed it. It was hard and thick, and John's heartbeat throbbed in her grip. Erin struggled to imagine this pole going into her pussy.

"I'm fucking losing my mind."

It was like she was mind controlled, and only partially conscious of her own actions. She stroked the penis. Touched its funny bulbous head. And when that wasn't enough, she leaned down and licked it, tasting his sweat and body odour.

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