Yay, Kim’s here. Fucking A right, Kim’s here.
In spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.
VII. I heard a car door shut, then a new female voice yelling, “Hey, you up there?”
Ashley yelled back, “Yeah, come on up!”
I heard footsteps approaching from behind, then Kim exclaim, “Holy fuck, girl, look at you!”
“I know, isn’t it just so awesome?” Ashley seemed pretty proud of herself.
“For real. What’s going on,” Kim asked. Then, as an afterthought, “WAIT! Hang on, I gotta get a picture of this,” apparently stopping just outside my field of vision.
Oh, please no.
“Well, we just came a few minutes ago, and I’m waiting to see if I can get him hard again and keep him inside me.” Her description was so, so casual. Ashley looked at me and playfully squeezed my deflated cock with her burning hot pussy.
“No shit?” A camera flash. “That’s fucking awesome.” She finally stepped into my periphery.
Ashley thought introductions were in order. “Vinnie, this is Kim; Kim this is Vinnie. Kim is sixteen, too, in case you were wondering.” I sort of was, actually. “And on the pill.” Not so much about about that part.
Kim quipped, “No it’s not, his name is not Vinnie Black there is no fucking way.”
Oh shit, here we go.
Ashley got excited. “Oh my god, you’re right. I never thought about it. Go grab his wallet from his shorts over there.”
Kim was all too happy to volunteer. “I got it,” and she moved out of sight again. “Here it is.” Then, a few seconds later, “Man, you shop at Costco?”
Ashley looked down at me accusingly. “Vincent Black shops at Costco?”
“No, Kim corrected, “Dean McCann shops at Costco. Dean McCann at 1136 Bramble Avenue, Lexington.”
I was still trapped inside Ashley, and I wanted to just wish myself back in time about three hours, to when I was safe.
“Dean McCann? What’s wrong with Dean McCann,” Ashley asked. She looked at me comfortingly. “That’s a pretty name.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” I answered. “It’s just not a very radio-friendly name. And even if it were, it’s just customary to use a stage name in the business, anyway.”
Ashley was quick to catch on. “Makes sense, I suppose.”
I couldn’t believe I was having that conversation, right there, right then. I was chained to a bench in a park, my deflated dick still resting inside the pussy of a fiery sixteen-year-old, who I’d just filled with all the jizz in the world, and her schoolmate was rifling through my wallet. This was the very definition of surreal.
Ashley again, “What time is it?”
Kim answered, “I don’t know, I can’t see. Like three fifteen or something.” She paused. “Is he getting hard again, yet?” Was she impatient?
Ashley frowned at me. “No. I think I’m gonna have to try something else.” This time, she virtually leapt from me with the agility and grace of a gazelle, and I was honestly impressed.
Now firmly planted on the ground next to me, “I’m going to have to remember to pay attention to where I put him next time; getting on is okay, but getting off is wicked tricky.”
I silently started a meltdown at the mention of “next time,” as Kim started laughing “‘Getting off is tricky,’ is it?”
Ashley looked at her friend. “Oh my god,” and then joined her in laughter.
I wanted to laugh. I really did. I just couldn’t do it.
Then Kim cried, “Holy shit, girl, look at you!”
Ashley suddenly looked worried. “What?”
“Look at all the cum falling outta you! Holy shit!”
Ashley looked down at herself in gleeful realization, and put a hand between her legs to catch the river still running out of her core. She then brought her hand up and showed the copious amount of fluids to her friend, then to me, then said, simply, “Wow,” then unceremoniously wiped our mix of juices on my chest until she was satisfied her hand was dried as well as it going to be.
Ashley asked her friend if she’d brought any water, to which Kim replied that she had, but it was in the car, and left to retrieve it.
Ashley started gently stroking my chest as she stood next to me. “Are you thirsty, Darling?”
Ignoring the “Darling,” I replied that I was. Very.
She tried to comfort me. “Okay, she’ll be back with the water in a few seconds.” She paused for a few moments before continuing. “Vinnie, or Dean, I know you must be upset, and maybe scared, too. Please relax. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll take really good care of you, and I won’t let you get hurt. I want to play with you, but I swear I won’t hurt you.”
I looked up at her in bewilderment. I was trying to understand her. I needed to understand her. I needed to believe I was going to be alright. I was being forced to entrust my well-being to a sixteen-year-old girl, and as lovely and smart and cultured and benevolent as she appeared to be, I was most certainly not okay with that.
Ashley’s eyes bore into me with rays of light and hope and tenderness, and for just that moment, I just let it in. I needed it to survive. I don’t think she knew it, but I felt like I was breaking. Or I was being broken, and If I wasn’t careful to keep myself together, I would leave this hilltop a broken man. But this once, just this once, I let this nubile goddess save me just a little.
I heard Kim return, and she brought a bottle to her friend. “Here you go, Ash.”
“Thanks, Sweetie.” She took several big gulps from the bottle herself, then turned to me.
“Are you ready?” I replied that I was, and she slowly started to tip the bottle over my mouth. She was concentrating intently, trying to afford me just the right amount as I greedily, yet cautiously gobbled up the water she offered. When my consumption slowed, she pulled the bottle away and asked if I was good, and I replied in the affirmative.
“Thank you, Ashley.” And I meant it. Like everything else I’d seen her do, she’d done this perfectly. As she smiled down at me with comforting eyes, I could not help but smile at her. She was so fucking bright and beautiful and perfect I couldn’t bear it. Could she see how scared I was?
“Holy shit, I got it,” I heard Kim exclaim.
Ashley’s eyes darted up to her friend. “Got what? Oh my god that’s perfect!” She raced to Kim, leaving me cold.
Kim’s voice again, “I found it in that bag. That’s not your bag, is it? It’s gotta be his.”
Fuck. Kim had just rummaged through my bag, and I really didn’t want to know what she’d found that excited her so.
“That is exactly what we need,” Said Ashley
She soon reappeared at my side, holding a cock ring up for me to see. Kim finally stepped into view on my other side.
Kim was also a beautiful girl. She was taller than Ash, though from my angle I couldn’t be sure of how much. She had long, straight Scandinavian blond hair, and a rounder, narrow face, and a tiny nose. Her lips were narrow, but this suited the rest of her face. She wore a red tank top, but this did little to hide her form. Her breasts were a little larger than Ash’s. Everything about her was a little larger than Ash, but I suspected that her body was proportionate to itself.