Chapter 3

That first summer for Ashley was a wild and wonderful introduction to all things related to sex. Apart from that first day when Ashley was unceremoniously filled to overflowing by two lust-fueled men, three things really stood out in Ashley’s mind.

First was having to go to a family planning clinic. Russell drove but stayed outside while she had to walk in and essentially admit to a room full of strangers that she, a child, was having sex with a man. Most embarrassing was that the woman at the front desk looked Indian, maybe a member of the Sikh community, and gave Ashley a long stare as she filled out her paperwork. Ashley had to endure the paperwork and interviews and a short film and other gut-churning admissions for more than two hours before finally stumbling out into the parking lot. But she got what she needed and felt that she finally had some control over her life and body if not over the man who kept insisting on filling her with his cock and his manly seed.

Second was sleeping with a man, having sex then sleeping with her arm over Russell’s leg, then waking and continuing where they had left off. It wasn’t the sex so much as the intimacy, the long drawn out physical merging of their bodies and their being. Of course Russell would think differently, but to Ashley it was an intimate experience she would never forget. That sense of connection especially carried over to Russell eating her out, licking Ashley into a wet release and her demand that he roll her over and fill her one more time. And after all of the unspeakable things Ashley could hardly admit to doing with Russell, they would stop and kiss and talk and touch in ways Ashley felt were even better than her newly discovered orgasms. The hardest thing to do after giving herself to Russell was having to leave and return home, to live life as her father’s daughter even while her mind remained tied to Russell’s side.

Ashley was also having to admit certain things to herself even if she would never talk about them, even to another girl. She would lay in bed at night and think of the unspeakable things Russell would do with his tongue and mouth, licking her and sucking on her clit in ways she had never considered possible just a month before. And then there was her own growing interest in the long length of flesh that stood out between Russell’s legs. It was interesting to look at even when soft, like after a long hour in bed, but she especially enjoyed watching Russell’s cock grow hard as she undressed for him. It was like a magical sexual thing, Ashley fully aware of the things her man, her cock, would be doing inside of her. Ashley came to enjoy playing with Russell’s cock, seeing it as an extension of his manhood, of now being hers, cock and balls and all of the cum he desired to fill her with. At first it was difficult to swallow it all when Russell had her suck him off, and sometimes he was too demanding and rough, but with time, just as Russell had said, she learned and came to enjoy even the taste of his warm emissions. He was hers.

Third on her list of memories happened just a week after the week-end sleepover. She and Russell were again making out in the den, him pulling off her shorts and panties, hands up on her breasts as he pushed his tongue through her labia and played with her increasingly wet pussy. At the time it was still embarrassing for Ashley, it being strange for a man to want to do such a dirty thing, even as she was expected to suck on Russell’s cock. That was followed by what soon came to be standard procedure, with Russell laying her down and filling her with his cock, maybe from behind with his fingers playing with her tits and clit, or maybe with Ashley on top. Fuck and orgasm and repeat, Ashley more and more often coming to recognize and work to achieve at least one orgasm of her own for every load of sperm Russell deposited inside of her.

What made that day so special was when Russell left for a few minutes and came back with a handful of things from the bathroom. Spreading her legs wide, Russell put shaving gel all around Ashley’s pubic area, all the way down to her opening folds, then pulled out a safety razor and started grooming her. They played around with this for an hour, removing all of her frontal pubic hair but for a thin “love line” that ran from just below her navel all the way down to her labia. With her help he trimmed around her lower lips, shaving her inner thighs all the way back to her ass.

This wasn’t totally new to Ashley, other girls at school actually proud of shaving everything in order to stay clean, but most girls just did enough to wear a bathing suit without any hair showing. She tried to do the same for him but most of their time and energy was spent “landscaping” her bush. It was all very intimate and sensuous. This was a day where a fast round of hard wet sex led to another round of slower and more intimate sex, but it was the shaving and cleaning and talking and sharing that really stood out in her mind.

It was then that she really felt close to Russell, sensing that he was hers, her boyfriend, her lover and confidant. That same afternoon, after the grooming and when he insisted he needed her yet again, she still remembers sitting on top of Russell. His cock balls deep inside her pussy, her knees under her ass and on either side of him, grinding back, fucking him as he held her steady and played with her breasts as they waved before him. As the act overcame her she bent down lower, kissing him, then looking back between their bodies, down past where her breasts brushed against his chest and down to her newly-trimmed labia. She was able to watch Russell’s long thick cock move in and out of her pussy as her hips moved in unison with him, his light brown shaft disappearing into the thick black lips of her twat, Ashley pushing down to impale herself on him as he thrust up, following sexual demands that came from deep within her. That was when she knew she was a part of the act, a practicing sexual animal and not just a passive receptor for some guy’s penis. It was something of a revelation, but with a coming climax that would probably soak the rug in her own liquid release, she thought it a wonderful thing.

It all seemed endless, days and weeks merging, each with the promise of another intimate sexual union, another new thing Ashley would learn about herself and the wonderful man she gave herself entirely to. The big shock came when Russell had to leave in early September for college. Ashley cried and felt the world unfair, nobody but Sarah able to understand why she was so blue. Russell promised to write (via Sarah) and said many other comforting things, but in the end he was gone and she was left alone in her room. Sarah was able to keep up her secret relationship with her boyfriend at their high school, able to eat lunch with him and even flaunt him in front of her friends, but Ashley was left alone. Ashley just concentrated on studies and the knowledge that Russell would return, that someday all of her friends would find out what kind of an older man she was attached to and that would make the loneliness and separation all worthwhile.

Russell did have short visits, sometimes only for a couple of nights, and often they couldn’t do much more than struggle in the back seat of his car for an hour. Thanksgiving and Christmas were better, allowing for long all-day orgies in his room, his parents giving only a sly smile every time she walked into the house. It was a little unnerving, Russell’s father smiling at her as she headed down the hall to Russell’s room, or when they came out after a long morning of sex and ran into his mother. Weird, but they seemed fine with what their son was doing and as long as they didn’t say anything to her father, Ashley took their silence as a sign to even stay over one long weekend during Christmas break. Ashley went out of her way to do anything Russell could want, trying to lay her claim to him simply by showing that all of her body was his. But in the end, Russell still had to leave for his other life, leaving Ashley alone and vulnerable to those who knew of her talents and adolescent needs.

In mid-winter Ashley was surprised to bump into Craig at the local mall. He admitted to dropping out of college, finding electrical engineering far more boring than he had thought, returning home and working part time while thinking of what else he could do at school. He asked about Ashley and Russell and what she was up to, then surprised her when he asked her out to a movie. She said yes, but only because the movie theatre was nearby and she had nothing else to do that Saturday afternoon. Then he arranged for a couple of other meetings, innocent and friendly, but walking home with her one day after a mid-afternoon fruit smoothie, he held her hand, brought up his past sexual invasions, apologized, and then reiterated how much he had always liked her.

Ashley was touched, so much so that she allowed Craig to talk her into coming to his house, then up to the simple studio apartment he had above his parent’s garage. He showed her a notebook with her school photograph and poems he had written purportedly for and about her. To an outsider it would seem generic and a little too sweet, but it took Ashley by surprise.

They sat and talked but also did another very grown-up thing when Craig pulled out a joint and lit up. Ashley was interested but unsure, taking test-puffs, not being turned off by the smell so much as the smoke tearing at her throat and making her cough. Craig mentioned that this was how he brought in some extra money, and that the carrot cake they had eaten just an hour before had a load of his lower-grade marijuana as a main ingredient. Ashley didn’t really get the connection until later, but as Craig bent over to kiss her and assure her of his love, she felt only the need to pull him in and enjoy the caresses she had been so badly missing in Russell’s absence.

You might think Ashley should have been more true to her man as Craig read her poetry and undid her bra. Remember that we’re talking about a girl not yet through her freshman year of high school and with little experience in the ways of men. In her mind, Russell had been distant, had failed to phone or write with much more than bland events of what he was doing at school, and Ashley missed not the sex so much as the intimacy of being with a man.

At first try Craig was a little faster than Russell, but after his first release inside Ashley it didn’t take long for him to turn her over and repeat with a more enjoyable albeit rougher half-hour tour through her lush garden of delights. It was a position she enjoyed, Craig at her rear, his fingers playing with her waving breasts and fully engorged clit. Ashley found herself riding a happy drug-fueled wave of bliss well before he flooded her a second time and felt no remorse at taking on a second lover.

As the weeks passed, Ashley found herself visiting Craig’s lair more and more often. She never let on to Sarah what she was doing after school or over the weekends, and certainly never wrote to Russell about it. Russell continued to be on her mind, even considered her one true love, but he was away and Craig was an interesting and educational distraction.

One thing about Craig was that he was a bit rough, a little more physical than Russell, but never doing any real physical damage. If anything, it was interesting and something of a real turn-on to know how another man enjoyed having sex with her.

One other thing she really liked about Craig was that he was more poetic than Russell. Craig openly spoke of how he loved her hair, her scent, her perfume and her sweat, of everything that made her Ashley, and with no hesitation he professed his devotion. Craig was also more creative. While Russell tended to focus on how he could most efficiently fuck and have Ashley suck him into a repeat performance, Craig was constantly thinking up new ways to enjoy his time with Ashley. He was more inventive, more playful in his use of ways and toys and techniques to excite both Ashley and himself. Yes, Russell had introduced Ashley to the uses of a banana, but Craig showed her all the other many ways a man could bring pleasure to a woman with a wider assortment of devices, both organic and store bought. He was rough, more demanding, but caring and fun. Craig always made sure Ashley was given a reason to return for more.

His parents were not the home-bodies that Russell’s were and Ashley found her last months of school and first days of summer being repeatedly ravished inside Craig’s bedroom. Ashley never got into the dope, especially disliking smoking or drinking, but she thought nothing of eating a magic snack while at Craig’s, thinking that if it could help her orgasm then it couldn’t be all bad. She wasn’t sure how this would all end once Russell returned home, but it all took a very different direction than what Ashley had expected.

Russell finally moved back home in mid-June, loaded down with books on pre-law and prepping to take a law school entrance test, half of his time spent studying with his door closed. This isn’t to say that he ignored Ashley. If anything, his first few days back were spent with either his face or his cock locked between her legs, but they didn’t go out or even hang by the pool nearly as often as Ashley had hoped for.

Only a week after Russell returned home, Ashley dropped by to spend yet another morning with him. He called out for her to join him in the den, and when she walked in she saw Russell and Craig sitting together. This wasn’t how Ashley wanted things to go, was afraid Russell was going to throw her time with Craig into her face, but then they surprised her.

The two young men explained that they had talked with one another, had almost come to blows but then had come to an understanding. They told Ashley that they understood they hadn’t really met her needs, had been selfish, and that they had agreed to let her date one or the other or even both of them at the same time. They sat on either side of her, holding her hands, speaking softly of how much they cared for her, of how beautiful and special she was. And with each word of joy and caring intent, the two men removed her clothing piece by piece and showed her just how all-encompassing their love could be.

Ashley could take the mental conflict of screwing around behind Russell’s back, but it was almost too much to handle for both men to physically take her at the same time. Over the following hour the two sandwiched her in-between them in a variety of positons as they relieved their own needs into her while awakening and exploiting her own desires. She was too overcome to make a decision, simply doing what her two long-time lovers expected of her. There seemed to be no rest between onslaughts, at least one of her orifices being filled with cock, yet one more load of sticky viscous male offerings filling some part of her. If her mouth wasn’t trying to deal with a hot load of cum shooting down her throat, her lips were cleaning off and bringing new life to the shaft that had most recently been relieving itself inside her pussy.

Craig’s attempt to fill her backside was nothing new and not too painful, but then Russell joined in, somehow slipping his cock into Ashley’s cum-filled pussy, sandwiching Ashley in a long sensual overload that left her sore but very happy and fulfilled. Craig had already done this when alone with Ashley, having her sit down on a dildo suctioned to a chair while he took her from the rear. That had been fun and more than a little rewarding, and truth be told Ashley had wondered what it would be like to have another man replace the electric vibrating cock Craig had bought with her in mind. It was better, much better. The two men worked well together, their cocks fucking her in tandem, one up her ass and the other deep into her twat, and her mind-numbing orgasm made for a good argument that two men at the same time could be a good way to go.

At the very start she would have leapt up and escaped if they had allowed her to, and yet after it all, as they lay on the floor and joked about having to rent a carpet shampooer to clean up their mess, she realized it would be OK. She wasn’t promised to either; in fact, both of them admitted to caring for her while being unable to say she was the one and only. Russell would be leaving again in the fall, so until then she would have them both while knowing that there would be no long-term commitment. And the boys actually liked it when she had an orgasm and wet the floor. How could that be a bad thing? It actually made life a little easier, knowing that she could enjoy each day as it came and not worry about absolutes or imperatives.

The problem wasn’t having two loving men to choose from. The conflict that filled her brain was having sex with both of them at the same time. The guys might have thought she would have found the chance to screw two cocks at a time a good thing, but to Ashley it seemed wrong. Being taken over and ravished that one time was made possible only because of the novelty, of it happening in an instant. After a night of thinking it out, even while admitting how fun and sexually nasty and intimate it had been, Ashley couldn’t face the thought of a repeat act. Maybe electric dildos had a place in her life after all.

The following day she returned to Russell’s house only to find it empty, and so she called on Craig and followed him up to his room. That’s where she admitted to feeling torn about her actions with the two men. One at a time was already causing her enough mental strain. Having both share her at the same time, like at a tag team event, was too much and she told Craig she didn’t want to do it again.

Ashley put it as bluntly as she could. “I know you’re not sure of where we are, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I guess I feel the same way. I’m kind of glad you don’t mind me being with Russell, but there’s no way I can have sex with you both, like at the same time. I just can’t do that.”

Craig pulled Ashley into an embrace, kissing her and saying “Thank the gods. I feel the same. I know you like Russell and maybe I’m just the interloper here, but it’s hard watching you kiss and fuck him while I sit on the side. I know you’ll have to choose between us, but let’s do it in private, OK? I won’t complain when you go see him, but just don’t leave me out in the cold.”

Ashley was relieved that Craig wasn’t going to insist on another threesome and didn’t complain when he pulled her down onto his bed to show how much he enjoyed being her part-time lover. It was still a bit weird, Ashley knowing that she would probably be taking the same sun dress off for Russell later that same afternoon, but at least it would be just one man with one woman. As Ashley sat up on Craig’s outstretched body and lowered herself onto his long curving rod, she felt once more in control and a little less conflicted over loving two men at the same time. And as she thought about it over the following months, that was the point. She was in control, or else seemed to be. She might fuck one man only to walk across town to be made love to by another, but each time it was her choice and just one man at a time, and that realization was as important as the sexual act itself.

Ashley did indeed make contact with Russell that same afternoon, and though he was a little more critical of Ashley’s seemingly prudish attitude toward group sex, she was able to mollify him by arranging for Sarah to invite her over for a sleepover. The sex was good, maybe a little overwhelming now that each of her two men knew they were in competition, but it was the before and after sex touching and talking that Ashley really enjoyed. Sleeping with a man, waking up with a man’s hand on her ass and his mouth on her breast, was a wonderful thing.