Chapter 2

The next couple of days didn’t exactly flow past, Ashley running the events of “that day” through her mind a hundred times. At times she felt incredibly excited at the sex and her new relationship with a handsome young man. Other times she was horrified and embarrassed at what had happened to her, at what been done to her, at what she had allowed those men to do.

She thought a thousand times of what Russell had said about her, about what she was wearing, of what she had done to entice him, had helped him to do, must have wanted him to do. She didn’t think she had done anything, but she had to admit that in the back of her mind she had enjoyed his first advances. It was all far too confusing.

What most preoccupied her was if Russell or Craig had told anybody about what they had done with Ashley. She was most paranoid about Russell telling his sister and of Craig bragging about doing her by the pool. Ashly even woke up in a sweat with a nightmare of them posting photos on their web pages with her being fucked, of her parents getting a phone call, of a rumor circulating around school. Her stomach was tied in a dozen knots. But nobody called, no girls came over to gossip or sling mud and no shaming e-mails with porn-filled attachments. Just the usual hot days and muggy nights of summer passing by and friends asking to go shopping or go see a movie.

Ashley finally decided to face what had happened and ask Russell why he did what he did, what she meant to him, and why he hadn’t come over to see her. She didn’t quite know how to go about contacting Russell, so she just went over and asked if she could hang out by the pool. If Sarah answered the door, fine. If Russell did, even better.

Sarah was there and was happy to hang out for an hour but she had to work at a fast-food place after that. It was a good hour, Sarah giving off no clue that Ashley had fucked her way through the house only a couple of days before. But as Sarah packed up and readied for work, she casually remarked that Ashley could stay if she wanted. Ashley was nonchalant about it, saying sure, might be nice, thanks so much, and then waited on her own to see if Russell showed up.

He did, and without Craig, but with his mother in tow. Not really a problem, mom fixing them both lunch as he sat on the diving board and talked through Ashley’s many doubts and worries. First and foremost, he had no doubts or worries. He just really liked Ashley, loved the look of her face, was mesmerized by the sound of her voice, thought she was sexy and hot, and was himself surprised at how fast they gotten together and had sex. He didn’t blame her for what happened but he took no blame himself either. To Ashley’s confusion, he seemed to think that it was a hookup that Ashley wanted as much as he did. Russell finally promised her that he would never tell anybody, that he had already told Craig to keep his mouth shut, and hoped Ashley would like to keep seeing him.

As Russell stated it, the only problem was that he was a young man and she was a teenager, and if anybody saw them even holding hands there would be a lot more than gossip for them to get past. Russell seemed rueful, a little sad, apologized for starting something they couldn’t really continue, no matter how much he cared for Ashley. Russell said he had to go, had to pretend he didn’t care, had to leave her alone by the pool so that his mother wouldn’t start thinking something was going on. As he left, Russell touched Ashley’s shoulder and said he was really going to miss her and hoped she wouldn’t think too badly of him. He didn’t profess love or promise his soul, but Ashley was still touched.

As she was preparing to return home via the back gate, she saw Russell’s mother backing the car out of the driveway. Meaning she and Russell were alone. There were a thousand good reasons to just go home and escape while she could, but maybe now she and Russell could talk it out some more, discuss what else they could do together, what they could mean to each other. Ashley walked through the patio door and down the hall to the den where she found Russell playing a video game. She just looked in and said “Your mother just left...”

Russell put down his controller and looked over, said something like “Really?” and without another word walked slowly over to a paralyzed Ashley, put his arms around her and tripped her into a long slow fall to the carpet, his lips pressing tightly into hers. They must have been locked into that kiss for a half hour, through it all Russell’s hands somehow removing every bit of clothing the two of them were wearing. All Ashley could get out through her lips was “Are you sure?” and all Russell had in the way of an answer was to lower his lips down to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, tonguing her nipples and coaxing Ashley into a wonderful realm of pleasure she had never thought could exist.

It was when Russell tried shoving a thumb up her ass while trying to maneuver his crotch onto her that Ashley pulled back, literally backing up on the carpet then up into a low gaming chair. Ashley just wanted to talk, to hold Russell close and know the warmth of his arms and his kisses. Russell had other thoughts, pushing her back into the chair then pulling her legs out and pushing his face into Ashley’s bare but thick black haired crotch. Ashley was shocked at his actions, but Russell held her tight at the ass, preventing her from moving away as he shoved his tongue as deep into her thick lower lips as it would go.

The sight of a man’s face buried in the black forest between her legs unnerved her. Ashley looked around to make sure nobody else could see what Russell was doing and pulled a pillow over his head to cover the sight. There was nobody else there and it felt very nice yet Ashley still felt incredibly embarrassed at what Russell was doing between her legs.

Russell pulled her knees over his shoulders, moving his hands up to Ashley’s tits while concentrating his lips and tongue on her clit. For Ashley it was all new and bizarre, but also kind of gross, Ashley was torn between the indecency of the act and the wonderful pulses of pleasure shooting from her clit and filling her brain. She had no idea that a man’s tongue and a couple of thumbs thrumming her nipples could give so much incredible pleasure.

Russell then slowly stood up, raising Ashley’s ass up, knees over his shoulders, his face still swallowed by her thick hairy labia, only her head and shoulders on the seat of the chair as she looked straight up into the unmentionable act going on within her naked thighs. Finally giving herself over to the pleasure, Ashley closed her eyes and raised her hands, caressing his head as low moans of pleasure escaped her lips. She had done this to herself, fingering herself in the darkness of her room and under the covers while all alone, but now she knew what more a man could do for a woman, and it was wonderful.

Russell finally pulled his face from within Ashley’s naked thighs, sitting on the floor then pulling her off the chair and onto his lap, trying to replicate their shower scene. “Do it like we did before Ashley. Just wrap that hot little snatch of yours around me again” said Russell. “You do it just right. You’re so wet I think you were born to do this. Do what feels good for you.”

Ashley had stopped thinking and didn’t react to Russell’s rude words, simply acting on the moment. She allowed Russell to guide her as she slowly lowered her ass onto his crotch, feeling his cock slowly slide through her labia, levering its way into her wet darkness, its wide presence again taking all of Ashley’s attention. She paused, feeling the wonder if overt discomfort of this fat length of cock pushing aside her vaginal gates and entering her, just the thick head of his cock feeling amazing as it settled inside of her. Then she followed his directions and began a slow up and down dance, feeling out what felt good, each rise and fall giving just a little more of herself to Russell’s hard length.

Russell of course encouraged her to keep going, his wet mouth concentrating on her tits, licking and sucking on them, his hands guiding her ass as she rose up then went down a little more deeply with each descent. Ashley found she couldn’t control the shaking of her legs, finally allowing her weight and Russell’s hands to push her fully onto Russell’s upraised shaft. As she collapsed onto him, Ashley found her knees pushed out sideways, her crotch and ass pressed down onto Russel’s groin, his cock fully embedded inside of her.

All Ashley could do is rest her head on Russell’s chest, letting out a moan as he pushed firmly down on her hips. “Oh my god Ashley, that feels so wonderful,” exclaimed Russell, pulling her in for another vice-like hug while also pulling her down and ensuring that his cock was fully embedded inside of her.

He unnecessarily embellished his words and thoughts, again speaking of how she knew just how make a man happy, of how hot and sexy she was, of how enticing and how she made him lose control. As he spoke and ground up into her with his hips, Ashley couldn’t think couldn’t speak, overcome with shaking and mostly aware of her pussy adjusting to being forced to engulf Russell’s entire length.

After a few minutes, Russell slowly rolled them sideways, placing Ashley on the rug, Russell on top, his knees splaying her legs out as he began slowly withdrawing then completely re-inserting his cock into her. Without slowing his constant movement inside of her, Russell talked to her, told Ashley again of her beauty, but also asked her if it was OK, if going slow was better for her, maybe a little less deep, and then also encouraged her, telling her to do whatever felt good for her. This went on for a while, Russell talking and pretending Ashley had any control over what they were doing, asking if she was enjoying the ongoing fuck without ever pausing or giving Ashley any real freedom to move out from under him.

Through it all Ashley was trying to take his words and questions and thoughts in and make sense of them, still unsure of how she could be the reason why Russell was having sex with her. With Ashley laid out on the floor, Russell forced her legs a little wider, his large body pushing down on her as his cock continued to make her body its own. Then everything changed, Russell bringing his knees forward, his hands pulling Ashley in tight at her ass, thrusting in faster, deeper, then a groan and a collapse down upon her.

Russell’s head locked over hers, his mouth kissing her hair and moaning of how fine it was to cum inside her cunt, that blanket of warmth again spreading throughout Ashley’s loins. As Russell released another few ounces of liquid manliness inside her, Ashley felt a little sad, happy at having the love and attention of this man but also because she was starting to enjoy the sex, the fuck, the back and forth massage that her aching vagina was only starting to respond to. It came as a shock to her that she wanted Russell to continue to fuck her.

With Russell’s sweaty naked body spread out on top of hers, she thought of how nice it would be if they could go back to the beginning, to where he was kissing her crotch. Ashley thought again of the ugly and indecent picture of his face pressed between her legs and hoped Russell would replay some of the things that made her pussy so responsive to the following assault by his cock. Ashley was thinking all of these unthinkable things when Russell pulled back, his softened cock suddenly popping out from between her legs, then sat up with his back against the chair.

Russell looked down at a very wet and naked Ashley, one hand playing with her left tit, the other rubbing her inner thigh and said, “Ashley, you are so incredibly beautiful to me, and you seem to enjoy fucking even more than I do. Your pussy is so hot and wet, more than any girl I’ve ever known. Of course, I’ve only had a couple of girlfriends, and I’m sure you’ve got a lot more experience than I do. Seriously, you seem really good at fucking. I understand if you decide not to stay with me, but I hope you will always want to stay. I hope you never leave me.”

Ashley was shocked at what Russell was saying, about her having lots of experience fucking boys. She was speechless for a few seconds, thinking of what she could say when Craig walked into the room. Ashley was up in a flash, sitting next to Russell and pulling a pillow over to cover her naked crotch while putting a hand over one of her breasts. She thought nothing of one of her hands pulling in on Russell’s bare thighs and actually felt relieved when Russell slid down to the floor next to her, one of his hands wrapping around her shoulders to be placed on her other breast. As Craig walked across the room Russell threw out a few choice words, essentially telling Craig he shouldn’t be there, wasn’t welcome, and needed to leave.

All Craig did is sit down at Ashley’s other side and as she leaned more tightly into Russell, he did the most incredulous thing. Craig started talking of how much he liked Ashley, of how unfair it was that Russell had her love, and more to Ashley’s astonishment Craig pushes down his shorts, pulls up his own long hard pole and starts masturbating right there in front of her. Ashley was stunned, but in a level and measured tone Russell just told Craig he was out of line and making an idiot of himself, that he and Ashley were together now and Craig had no business trying to split them up.

As Craig set to on his cock, he ignored Russell and talked of how he felt about Ashley, waxing almost lyrical about her beauty and charm and voice. He suddenly reached over and took ahold of Ashley’s hand, saying “Please Ashley, just this once” and brought it over to rub the wet and sticky head of his shaft. Ashley didn’t do anything but didn’t object or slap him either, allowing his hands to cover hers as he became more and more animated in stroking his length to completion.

This moment was striking to her because for all the jokes girls told about boys masturbating, nobody she knew had actually seen a boy masturbate. Here she was, helping a man jack off at her side, his long thick curving rod moist and slick and very hard, Ashley hardly understanding what she was doing even as she was mesmerized by the sight and feel of Craig’s physical presence. He finally groaned, leaned over to place his face in Ashley’s head of thick black hair as his cock erupted like a geyser, sending out long thick arcs of cum and semen, lines of warm white cum slicing across her breasts and upper chest and stomach.

This display lasted a full couple of minutes, Craig never letting go of Ashley’s hand as he continued masturbating until only a slow dribble flowed from the tip of his softening shaft. As though Ashley had anything to do with the act, Craig whispered out thanks to her for being so understanding, then apologizing for what he had done, kissing her cheek, then finally standing and saying goodbye. Russell again admonished him for being an idiot and jerk, saying he was never allowed to come in the house ever again.

Once Craig had left, Russell apologized to Ashley, still frozen and unsure of the spectacle she had just been a part of, telling her it was his fault that he hadn’t locked the doors. He also mentioned that both he and Craig had idolized her since the previous year, and that he was so happy she had chosen to be with him. He then took the same hand Craig had made use of, covered with the sticky remains of Craig’s open-air ejaculation, and used it to rub through the many thick and viscous streams of cum all around her breasts. It was totally unreal but also something of a turn on, rubbing the thick cream-white cum around her bare breasts, the heavy scent wafting up into her face, Russell’s teeth nibbling on her ear as he talked of how incredible her tits were.

Russell then took her hand and started rubbing his own cock, again standing tall and in obvious need of her attention. Without saying anything Russell rolled Ashley over so that she was face down in the chair, ass out, Russell then pressing his crotch into her rear as his newly energized cock filled her again. Her vagina was ready this time, widening out to accept the fat head of Russell’s cock more easily than before. Ashley even pushed back a little to welcome it in, perhaps in hopes of some more of the good feelings that came with Russell’s affections. So it began again, Ashley’s pussy and tits both sticky and dripping with the two men’s cum, her mind reeling with the sensual and sexual overload of too many new experiences happening to her too quickly.

This slow screw from the rear turned out to be remembered by her as the best time. Russell went slow and not too deep, his hands continuing to play with her swaying breasts, then one hand down to rub Craig’s thick cum into her cunt while playing with her clitoris in ways Ashley had never considered. It seemed to take a long time, but the rising tide of desire took her over, then a realization that a great wondrous moment was about to explode from within.

All things were forgotten but whatever was happening could not stop, must continue to the finish, and her own release found Ashley grinding her ass back onto Russell, a loud screaming moan filling the room with her arrival at the doorstep to total joy. She had experienced minor orgasms before, had known of the possibilities of sex, but now she knew what the right man could do for her and to her Russell was that man. It was so embarrassing to be moaning out loud, for her to be doing these things with a man, but the pleasure was undeniable and Ashley happily gave in to physical impulses she had no control over. Russell said something about her wetting the rug but Ashley couldn’t really hear his words, her orgasm blocking everything else out, pulses of pleasure flowing up from within her loins to her brain and making her wish for nothing else from life.

Russell then moved both hands to her breasts, pushing in a little deeper now, saying that he was so happy Ashley liked sex so much. He said more about her tight wet cunt, of her wet and cock-hungry pussy, and so much else, embarrassing words passing by Ashley as she slowly came off the high of her orgasm. Then Russell announced his own release, saying simply “Cuming in you again, Ash,” followed by many short grinding thrusts, a groan, a hard pull back on her ass as yet another burst of warmth filled her from within. Russell didn’t stop the grinding of his cock into her depths for another minute, then silence as the two collapsed onto the floor locked in a tight embrace.

This would have been a perfect end, but Russell wanted a little more. He again pulled Ashley in close, his hands continuing to play with her body, something Ashley actually enjoyed. But he also repeated how he thought Ashley was a great fuck and how she must have learned a lot about sex from her other boyfriends.

Ashley was trying to think up a reply when he sat up and lightly guided Ashley’s head down toward his softened cock, saying he needed her to kiss it, to suck on it. This seemed like a normal thing to do with a boy and Ashley had no rejoinder, and to be truthful to herself, it was interesting to be so close to a real penis. She held Russell’s cock with one hand and began doing what she thought he might like, with a lick and a literal kiss and then a suck, adjusting her mouth to take in and engulf the soft wide tip and long shaft of his cock.

Ashley also tried to study it and compare it to Craig’s penis. Whatever Russell had to say, she had never seen a man’s penis so close until she had she had met him, not to mention holding it or sucking on it with her mouth or swallowing the sticky remnants of their intimate union. The wide flaring head of his organ and the thin slit where his cum was leaking out; the slimmer trunk, so discolored and covered in fat blue veins and curly hair; and then the ball sac, looking really like a single brown egg covered in more hair rather than the two single “balls” Ashley had pictured in her mind just a few weeks before. It was all so strange, and here she was trying to hold one while licking it clean. It was especially interesting for Ashley to watch Russell’s soft cock slowly harden as she continued with her novice efforts at licking and cleaning him off.

Russell was more than happy to tell Ashley what she needed to do, using his hands to guide her hands and head, telling Ashley to suck and swallow, how suck in and lick his balls, even telling her that she should clean him off every time they fucked so that he’d be ready to make love to her again. As she continued to suck Russell’s hardening length and tried to follow his whims, she wondered if he was really going to roll her over and do it to her again. Part of her just wanted to go home and think it all out, but another part of her mind didn’t want any of it to stop. She found it difficult to hold much more than a few inches of Russell’s hood and cock in her mouth, but he assured her that she would get better with practice.

In the end Russell pulled her head in, moaning out in pleasure as he released another ounce of his love into her mouth. It wasn’t much, and Russell didn’t push his cock too far down her throat, but his hands held her head and mouth tight against him, preventing her from moving away even if she had wanted to. The sudden spurt of cum into the back of her mouth, followed by a slow stream from the tip of Russell’s cock took Ashley by surprise, finding it easiest to just do what Russell kept repeating, “Swallow it Ashley. Keep sucking and swallowing.”

Her first real blowjob, where a man’s cock let loose inside of her mouth, but she pretended to know what she was doing and swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more on Russell’s command. Not too different from what she had sucked off of Russell’s cock, but even more intimate and special. Now she knew what the other older girls were referring to when they talked of “blowing” their boyfriends, and she felt that much closer to Russell.

After a few minutes of lying on the rug and holding each other, Russell finally stood, pulling Ashley up and nonchalantly saying it was time to get moving. They finished it all off with another shower, many more minutes with Russell playing with Ashley’s breasts, calmly talking of how turned on he was by the shape of her ass and then asking when he could see her again. Ashley was in free fall, in deep space, without any firm ground to stand on and unsure of where she was in this relationship, or if there even was a relationship. Russell proposed getting together in another couple of days and when Ashley gave a long pause he then added that maybe they could go to a movie, maybe with Sarah and her boyfriend.

This brought Ashley back to a grounded reality, nobody in her circle of friends having mentioned that Sarah had a new boyfriend. Russell made her promise not to tell anyone, that if their mom and dad found out they’d blow up, but maybe if Ashley came along it would all seem innocent, just some friends getting together for a movie. The chance to be the first to meet Sarah’s new boyfriend was too good an offer and Ashley quickly agreed to a movie date in two days time. Besides, Ashley felt like she was in a free fall, suddenly immersed in a sea of sex and without any real understanding of how she had gotten there. Maybe some time with Sarah would help her understand what was happening between her and Russell.

As she walked home in the scorching summer sun, Ashley went over the many mind blowing things that had happened to her in just the past couple of hours. Another bout of sex with a young man swearing affection. Another young man using her to masturbate and then stream his ejaculate all over her naked chest. Another shower in the nude with a man. And then this news about Sarah having a boyfriend that nobody could know about. And above all Ashley unable to comprehend how any of this had come about. Here she was, in a relationship she had no say in, having sex with a young man when she didn’t even know his major in college, and him and his friend releasing untold millions of sperm inside her when she didn’t know much of anything about birth control. This last point made her mind go numb and she started to sweat. Who could she talk to? Sarah. Better start by talking to Sarah.