“We’re gonna put this on you, and get you hard again,” said Ashley. “Okay?”
I looked at her, perplexed by the fact that she’d asked if that was okay. We both knew she was going to do it anyway. I just didn’t get it. “Okay.”
She smiled, and turned to my deflated cock, grabbing it tenderly with her left hand as Kim disappeared again. I began to wonder, if she’d never put a condom on somebody, how was she going to get this cock ring on?
She held me upright, and positioned the ring on top. I was still super slick with our juices, and I was eternally grateful as she began to squeeze the ring down on to me, a look of total concentration and focus on her face. The camera flash started again, and continued as Ashley said, “Oh, be sure to get our faces, kay?” Her instruction to Kim and the repeating camera flashes helped to keep me limp as she continued to massage the ring onto me.
It wasn’t too long before she reached the base, and I was relieved. Ashley looked at my encircled manhood, then at me, and finally at Kim before smiling and stating triumphantly, “I did it.”
Then, without warning, Ashley bent over and, holding me up with one hand, took my soft member into her mouth, sliding slowly up and down, and sucking firmly but gently. As she went to work on me, Kim started circling us, clicking away with the camera from every angle. I tried to ignore her.
Soon, I felt myself stiffening under Ash’s attention. I began to feel her on me, again. I closed my eyes and just let myself experience the blessing she was offering. As I was growing in her mouth, I remember wondering if my life would ever be the same. When she felt me firming up, she hummed softly, as if in approval. Quickly, she had me hard yet again.
Slowly and gently she withdrew from my member. I opened my eyes in time to see her lovingly kiss the tip before slowly standing upright. She then looked again at Kim, who looked back at her before speaking.
“Wow. That was fucking crazy.”
Ashley, “I know, right?”
VIII. Ashley appeared to assess the situation, looking back and forth between my face, my cock, Kim, and a variety of other subjects unidentified by me. She finally turned to Kim and asked, “Okay. You want some?”
I began to liken my brain to a dam, holding my thoughts and hopes together in a reservoir. Little cracks had been forming all over it for the past couple of hours. Ashley’s last question had just sprung a leak.
Kim answered, “Nah, I’m good. The game wore me out.”
“Suit yourself.” Then they both started laughing. I was not amused.
Ashley looked down to find me frowning. “Oh, don’t be like that. Everything’s going to be alright, I promise. Cheer up. I mean, how many times have you ever had a couple of hot girls tie you up and trade you off?” She smiled relentlessly at me.
You’d be surprised. I returned her smile as genuinely as could. I was sincerely trying to not be bitter.
Ashley smiled brightly at her friend, and hopped slightly before turning her smile to me. “Okay, let’s go!” She swung her leg over me like she’d done twice before. As she did this, a few drops of our sex sprayed from her onto my stomach, and I thought that this might be the dirtiest, sexiest thing I had ever seen. Even now, she still dripped steadily onto my shaft, helping her maneuvers seem effortless as she slid along me.
The anticipation was palpable Kim was close now, and I watched her in her wide-eyed amazement as she was about to see her friend slowly impaling herself on me. I wondered if they’d ever been with each other.
Ashley reached the part where she started backing onto me, but instead of reaching back for my sex, she looked at Kim and asked, “Would you mind giving me a hand?”
Kim had been about to start taking pictures again. Instead, she moved forward to her friend’s side. “Sure. What do you need me to do?”
Ashley described the situation to her, and instructed her to hold me in position as she backed onto me. Kim said she understood, and I immediately felt her hand on me, along with the accompanying jolt from her touch. Her hand felt as if it was a little less confident than Ash’s had been. It almost felt as if she was afraid she’d hurt me somehow, and I was inwardly amused by her trepidation, right up until I felt myself at Ashley’s entrance.
She backed onto me slowly, and we again relished the slow joining of our bodies. She felt almost custom-fitted to my form, and she was still impossibly slick with our juices. The ring around my cock did little to lessen the sensations I received from my lover. Soon, I was well enough planted, and Kim removed her hand from me, but did not back away; she stayed close, observing every detail of my union with Ashley, studying, taking pictures, as focused as ever.
My member twitched involuntarily inside Ashley’s still moving form, and she lightly shuddered, but continued back until I was again fully enveloped by her, and she lifted herself upright again.
Ashley exhaled, catching Kim’s attention. The two looked and smiled at each other excitedly. They kissed briefly, then Kim backed off.
Ashley’s eyes were locked with mine as she slowly rocked back and forth on me, her inner walls massaging my sex as her weight on me shifted. She brought her legs up, resting her knees at my sides and let her arms fall free. She was keeping herself upright now only by the positioning of her thighs and the movement of her hips, and I gasped at the knowledge of her suspension on me.
The camera flashes began.
Ashley kept her pace for a while, eventually closing her eyes, concentrating, savoring the sensations she was drawing from me. I briefly looked at Kim to find her again studying her friend intently, and I smiled.
After several minutes, Ashley’s hands returned to my stomach, and she started fucking me in earnest. Now no longer content with the status quo, she wanted more, and she had a good idea how to get it. She brought her knees as close together over my chest as she could, pushing as much of her sex onto me as she could manage. I simply wasn’t far enough inside her. Except this time she winced and froze. Maybe I was.
She returned her knees to their original position, again with a smile, and started riding. She began picking up speed, and I was in heaven. I watched her start sweating again. Her neck was breathtakingly beautiful. She was moving faster and faster and faster and faster with every stroke, and I could feel my member being pulled and maneuvered every which way, confined inside her tunnel, my flesh gliding effortlessly against and inside her own, our fury ever building.
I could feel her starting to shake on me, gushing her fluids out over me. The wet sex noises began again, the disgusting, dirty, beautiful noises. I actually watched her fluids splash out from our union. I wished I could join her. I started murmuring, “Please, please, please…” over and over, and a tear came to my eye in the midst of my frustration. I would have done anything to come with her, though I knew I would have the different satisfaction of watching her disintegrate on top of me, and it was happening now. Her movements on me stopped making sense, and she abandoned all attempts at keeping a rhythm. Now she was just flailing wildly, as if she were the object of exorcism. And in a way, she was. She was putting everything she was into purging a most primal and carnal spirit, and this time she would not be interrupted by my own exorcism. She would follow the road to its end as I looked on from the back seat.