Ashley started calling out with a random abstract noise. I did not think she was still capable of speech. The noise started deep inside her, and rapidly grew into an all out cry into space. She was the craziest, most beautiful thing I had ever seen as she started furiously slapping my stomach, her back arched impossibly, her head facing the skies to which she was calling. The moonlight reflected off the drops of sweat she was shaking from her body. She was a goddess as she finally stopped, frozen, her mouth wide open, and her sex tried to squeeze the life from my manhood.
She stayed that way for several seconds before she started to crumble upon me, and I became concerned she would lose her balance and fall to the patch of concrete beneath us. As if she’d read my mind, Kim rushed in to support her friend.
Several minutes passed like this, Ashley still precariously perched atop me, Kim still holding her up. There was an occasional movement or noise from her, but nothing material. Eventually, she raised her head and opened her eyes. She looked drunkenly at me, then at Kim, and kissed Kim, briefly but lovingly, then turned back to me and smiled. She dripped with sweat as she cleared her dry throat.
“Hi, Dean.”
I smiled back at her. “Hi, Ashley.”
Ashley then sat up, raised her hands high above her head, and stretched as far as I thought she could. I felt the flex of her muscles on my manhood, and I lightly shuddered. She stretched forever, then was done. Once she had returned to her natural state of rest (still impaled on my rock-solid erection), she looked at me, then at Kim again.
She dismounted me, slowly this time, apparently a little weak. I smiled inwardly in satisfaction. She bent over expertly to pick up a bottle of water, then began drinking eagerly as she walked and stretched her legs. Kim looked on.
Suddenly, I felt Ashley’s presence next to my face, and I turned to her. She looked into me deeply and said, “Thank you, Dean. You did good.”
Slightly impatiently, Kim inquired, “So, what are we doing now?”
Ashley thought for a few moments and said, “Well, I guess it’s time to go.” Then she looked back down at me and said, “I think you should drive home naked.”
Eyes wide, I said, “I think you’re wrong.”
“Kim, Dear, would you grab his clothes?”
I looked over at Kim, pleading silently with my eyes. She didn’t see me. She just smiled at her friend, nodded once, and said, “Got it.”
Ashley looked back at me, smiling cheerfully and playfully patting my chest. “As I said, I think you should drive home naked.” I just closed my eyes, trying to accept the futility of my situation.
From where I believed my clothes had been tossed, Kim said, “Okay, I’m going home, Sweetie.” Ashley ran gingerly to her, and hugged her friend hard. Immediately, Kim shrieked, “Fuck, Ashley, you’re getting sweat and cum and goo all aver me!” She was seriously annoyed, half-heartedly trying to shake Ashley off.
Ashley loosened up a little and offered, “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time,” to which Kim chuckled. “Okay. Drive safe,” and Ashley released her friend. It was the first time I’d seen them side by side, and I noted that Kim was significantly taller than Ashley, possibly by as much as a foot.
“Oh, actually, before you go, give me his t-shirt,” separating the small bundle of clothes Kim held. She pulled away my shirt from the bundle, unceremoniously reached it between her legs, and began wiping our collected juices from herself, squatting down a little to assure maximum effectiveness, then shoving the shirt back into to the pile. Kim laughed in amusement, and a part of me wanted to laugh with her.
“And one more thing,” she said. “Gimme those shorts.”
Kim said, “What?”
Ashley extracted the shorts now, and started reaching into pockets, looking for something. When she pulled her thong out and gave the shorts back, I smiled. “I might want these,” as she held them up for Kim to see. Kim nodded in agreement.
“Okay, you may go now,” to which they both started laughing. Kim then bent her head down to give her friend a quick kiss, turned to the cars, and was off.
As an afterthought, Ashley called out, “Oh, hey, send me those pics as soon as you download them!” Then, over at me, “I can’t wait to see them.” Kim didn’t answer, only waved in acknowledgment as she continued walking.
Ashley then sauntered over to me, walking as she spoke. “Okay, where were we?” When she reached me, she began softly stroking my still slippery, and still rock hard member, and continued, “Why don’t you take us home now? To your home, I mean. Then we can try to get this cock ring off you, and go to sleep.
“Okay?”
IX. I really did not want to do this. I turned my situation over and over again in my head, looking for a way out. I was naked in a park, chained to a bench. There was a naked sixteen-year-old girl with me, stroking my cock; she was covered and filled with my semen, and my genitals and face were heavily coated with her juices. My dick was being kept hard (painfully, now) by a cock ring. My clothes were on their way back into town without me, with a different sixteen-year-old girl, along with a plethora of photographs of me being fucked by the naked minor next to me. The naked sixteen year old girl had just suggested that I take her home with me. I think that’s it for the important bits.
I was fucked. Royally and properly fucked. I considered a specific cliche involving dreams and nightmares. Did Ashley intend to blackmail me? I was afraid to ask her intentions. Her thoughts so far had either thrilled me, or terrified me, or both. My head hurt, my breathing was shallow, and my mouth was dry as bone. I was dizzy and thirsty and I wished – God how I wished – I could just disappear.
“Okay?” Though still cheery, her impatience was evident in the exaggerated way she had repeated the word.
Suddenly, I remembered a very important aspect of her being a minor. I tried to speak but nothing came out. The dryness in my throat had stifled my words.
Ashley looked at me, a look of panic on her face. She released her hold on my erection as she said, “Oh my god I am so sorry! You must be parched! I’ll get some water for you.” She looked about her feet, took a few steps, and bent over again. As royally and properly fucked as I was, I still couldn’t help but appreciate her body. She straightened again with bottle in hand and approached my face. “Same deal as before,” she said. “Ready?” I nodded.
She tipped the bottle to me slowly and I started to drink. It was difficult for the first few moments, but I quickly adapted, taking more than enough to restore my voice.
Once I was hydrated enough to speak, she took the bottle from my mouth and began putting the cap back on as I spoke. “Your parents..?” I cringed as I heard the words escape my chapped lips.
“… Think I’m at Kim’s.”
Beyond that immediate concern, I was not inclined to object. “Okay, let’s go.”
She beamed at me ecstatically and nodded. “Okay.”
She walked out of my field of vision for several moments, and when she returned, she had put her dress back on. She went first to free my ankles, saying, “Okay, just relax, and don’t try to move too much.” I didn’t have the energy to remind her whose cuffs they were.