She simply beamed at me. This stunning girl was paying me more attention than I thought I deserved at this point. She leaned over my face before kissing me long on the lips. I reciprocated wholeheartedly. She then stood up and said, “Okay, here we go.”
I became a little concerned. “Okay, did you get another condom?”
“Oh, Sweetie,” she said, “I won’t let you come in me.”
Had it been any other day, I’d have flipped my shit. Right now, all I could manage was, “Okay.” Well, at least I’ll really feel her. I had to take comfort where I could find it.
Though I paid it no attention, I was vaguely aware of something concealed in her hand as she repeated the process of mounting me. She lost a full inch of clearance when she had removed her boots, but still had legs just long enough to make clearance and maintain traction. Apparently having done it once before helped because this time the mount went a little bit more quickly. She still took her time sliding me into her, apparently relishing the experience. I couldn’t blame her, because her slippery sex accepting my uncovered manhood seemed the very definition of bliss, and she was more slippery than I ever could have imagined, and so, so hot. Again, she was watching me through the process, but this time she had a smile on her face. Her smile seemed to say, “I own you now, you know?” I certainly did know.
Ashley continued back as far as she could, and again rocked herself slowly upright until I was fully sheathed in her glory. This time, however, she did not lift her legs from the ground. Instead, she just sat there, impaled on my naked manhood, and said to me quietly, “Perfect.” She really was.
We were like this for only a few moments before she lifted her left hand, and I saw what she was concealing. It was, in fact, a cell phone. It wasn’t a big, flip job, either; it was one of those new smaller ones that fit in your pocket. Money.
She began dialing a number. I didn’t immediately panic, because I expected she was calling a friend to tell about how she was riding “that Deejay.” I’d never had it happen mid-coitus before, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Hey!… Yeah,… I’m on him right now!… I know!… Find out for yourself.”
Huh?
“I know!… I KNOW!… No… Oh, I haven’t told him yet…”
Huh?
“Okay, how long?… Twenty minutes, got it… Oh, I’m pretty sure I can keep him entertained… What for?… Okay, so long as you remembered the camera…”
What?
“Okay… Okay… See you soon… Mwah!… Bye!”
Out loud this time, “What?”
Ashley tossed the cell phone to the grass. “Okay, that was Kim, she’s my best friend, and she’s on her way here, and she might want to ride you, too.”
She was so damned cheerful about the whole thing I just let it slide.
“Also, she’s bringing a digital camera so we can take pictures.”
“Oh, Ashley, you have got to be shitting me.” Before I could protest further, she started rocking back and forth on me, and I lost some composure.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Ashley assured me between heavy breaths.
“No, it won’t” Her motions on me were making it more difficult to reason effectively.
“What are you going to do about it?” She smiled triumphantly. “Just let it happen. Like I said, you’ll enjoy it.”
I capitulated utterly, losing my ability to object in the waves of pleasure she unleashed upon me. “Okay.”
Ashley started riding me in earnest, eyes closed, rocking back and forth and side to side and round and around. I laughed to myself as a thought occurred to me. I’ll bet she’s had sex before.
She was really working now, losing herself in the sensations. Honestly, I was right there with her. I was a passive participant in this event, but she was stimulating me, and doing a damned good job of it. She had shed a most beautiful layer of sweat. It dripped down her temples, down her breasts, down her taut abs. And I could feel her juices pouring out over me. The sloshing noises coming from our sex was disgusting and dirty and beautiful. She was so fucking hot I couldn’t stand it. Harder and harder she rode and after several minutes, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
I summoned the strength to speak. “Ashley.” She didn’t acknowledge me. Louder, “Ashley.”
Finally, without looking at me, she responded almost as if I was annoying her. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna come soon… You gotta stop now.”
Again, she failed to respond. “Ashley,… YOU HAVE TO STOP NOW…”
A few moments later, and punctuated by labored breathing, “Okay,… But I gotta tell you… Something first… Might freak you out a little…”
I knew I had only seconds left. Urgently, “Ashley,… Okay what?…”
“I’m only sixteen…”
I came right there. I came so fucking hard. And I came forever. And I poured what felt like gallons of my sex directly into her. She felt my flood as she started flailing wildly on my uncovered and violently erupting manhood, her pussy spasming around my bare cock, milking me for more even as I delivered more to her. From the start, she began repeating, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” until I lost track of her speech. I came into her until I knew I couldn’t come any more, and then I did just that. Still, she bucked on me, repeating, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” I almost passed out from the sensory overload just as she collapsed on my chest with a final, almost inaudible, “Oh my god.”
We laid there for however long it takes for life to be reignited, and she began to stir, sitting up again as soon as she was able, ensuring that my now softening cock would remain locked in place.
Very conscious of my position inside her, I spoke. “Only sixteen, huh?”
Her response was slow. “Yeah, just last month. Told you I turned eighteen. Really sixteen.”
I stared at her blankly. “Nice.” Real fucking nice.
She offered coolly, “Not nearly as nice as the look on your face when I told you.” She giggled a little.
“Fuck, Ashley…”
“Oh shut up and relax. I won’t tell anyone.” Even now, she was smiling at me.
“And I came in you. I mean I really, really came in you. A lot.”
Her smile grew wider than I thought possible and she said dreamily, “I know.”
“You said you wouldn’t let that happen.” I was really trying to cope.
“I know.”
Getting a little angry now, and still inside her, I waited for an explanation. When it became apparent that none was forthcoming, I asked, “So what the fuck, Ashley?”
“I lied.” I waited for more, but that was apparently all she had to say.
“You lied.”
Still smiling cheerfully at me, “Yeah.”
I was really starting to get pissed, now. “Goddamn it, Ashley…”
“Relax, I’m on the pill. I was just messing with you. Everything’s fine.”
I was dying. At least, I wished I could die. “Everything’s fine? Everything’s fine? Everything is not fucking fine, Ashley.”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s fucking not.”
Then she looked down at me with a new look that terrified me. Her eyes spoke of control, consequence, punishment, obedience. “Yes, Vincent, it is,” and I knew I was done. I was now properly frightened.
“Okay.” I had officially given up. Then I heard the car pull in, and Ashley changed right back into cheeriness, which seemed to be her mode of default.
Without removing herself from my cock, and now back at full perkiness, “Yay, Kim’s here!”