My name is Marcus Veovin. Normally, the tales I tell to describe my life’s past are somewhat reserved considering their more adult-themed nature, but this story is anything but that. There was a time when I knew a girl who was just shy of twenty years of age by the name of Ashlee Belle, and she was quite possibly the most free-spirited woman the world has ever known. Well, maybe not in the entire world, but certainly in my lifetime, so for me, she was definitely the most free-spirited woman in my world.
I met Ashlee during my third year of schooling when she was in her second year. She was nearly as tall as I was, standing about five and a half feet tall, and she was a slim girl with a wheat-colored complexion and jet-black hair. She had an average size bust that fit her body type perfectly, and when they were visible, she had a killer pair of legs. She had dark brown eyes and thin, pink lips, and when I first met her, she was typically pretty shy. As the years passed, she opened up quite a bit and eventually fell in with the “gothic” crowd…and started to dress in mostly black latex and fishnets. I can’t say that she didn’t pull off the look because she looked stunningly hot in such fiendish attire.
I hung out with Ashlee a few times throughout my time in school. We usually ended up at her house because her parents gave her the full run of their basement. She treated the living room as a “game room,” and she had a bunch of different video game consoles hooked up to a fifty-four-inch TV that was huge for the time. Unlike most girls, Ashlee enjoyed a good video game…and she tended to like the same genres I did: RPGs and strategy games.
It was a lot of fun hanging out with her because not only did we game, but we would also sit around watching movies and shooting the shit. We could talk about nonsense for hours on end, and we would sometimes play card games while doing so. Until my final year of school when I was nineteen, my parents enforced a somewhat strict curfew on me, but Ashlee’s parents didn’t seem to mind how long she stayed out or how long her friends stayed over. It didn’t occur to me at the time, but I think the goth girl wanted to keep me to herself sometimes because when she usually invited me over, she tended to not invite other people.
Ashlee also really enjoyed watching professional fights on TV, and she would never miss the bigger events when world titles were on the line. She would tell me to come watch them with her, and there was one time when she got so into the contests on the television sitting in front of us that she started wrestling me to the floor! I wasn’t about to fight back and accidentally hurt her… and besides, any guy knows that if a girl initiates such an action, it only makes sense to let her dominate the moment. I shouldn’t have to explain any reasoning behind such a theory.
Anyway, Ashlee became more and more invested in her gothic phase as her education progressed. I didn’t see as much of her throughout my final year of school as I would’ve liked to since I had a lot of things going on, but I still chatted with her in the hallways and hung out with her on a couple different occasions. I have to admit that I regret not spending more time with her not just because she was one of the most titillating – no pun intended – girls I’ve ever known, but also for the fact that I feel like she may have thought I didn’t want to be around her since I wasn’t seeing as much of her.
A lot happened to me after I graduated, and I planned on taking a year off from school before attempting college. I stayed in the city I had grown up in and lived with my parents while working a couple different jobs. One of them was at a video game store, and while many people may think that such an occupation would be fun, it was actually quite frustrating. My other job was at a bookstore, and while that was by no means a blast either, I preferred that job to the former. However, if it wasn’t for that first dead-end profession I was using to earn a little extra money, what transpired during the summer right after I graduated would’ve never occurred.
My summer had thus far been interesting to say the least, but things became infinitely more intriguing when I had a visitor to the store in the form of Ashlee. She showed up one scorching afternoon during the middle of the season dressed in a tight, black tank top that revealed a good portion of her trim tummy. She wore a long-sleeved, fishnet shirt over it, and she had on a short black skirt that looked to be made of a material similar to latex. She had on black stockings that stretched all the way up to her thighs, and she also wore combat boots. She had black eyeliner and lipstick on, and while she garnered quite a few perturbed looks from other adults, I thought she looked sinfully delightful.
I greeted the gothic girl and asked what she was up to. She responded by telling me she needed a new game to play, and she wanted something that would take a while so she’d get her money’s worth. I pointed out a few different choices and gave my opinions on them.
“How have you been doing this summer?” she then asked after coming to a decision on which game she wanted. “Been keeping busy?”
“Sure have,” I told her while retrieving the copy of the game she’d be purchasing. “Between two jobs, I don’t have a whole lot of time to myself!”
“That’s no fun,” the carefree spirit responded. She gave me a somewhat quizzical look as she suddenly asked, “Didn’t you just have a birthday, also?”
I was a little shocked that she knew. “Yeah, actually I did. I turned twenty about a week ago. How did you know?”
Ashlee simply smiled and then informed me, “I was going to call you to tell you ‘happy b-day’ and invite you out for lunch, but with as many friends as you have, I knew you’d be busy.”
“Are you kidding me?” I jokingly spoke up after hearing the dark-haired girl’s statement. “I actually worked in the morning and then just sat around that night! I would’ve loved hanging out with you!”
Ashlee actually smiled…which was something I hadn’t seen her do much of over the last year. It was a welcome return as she mentioned, “Well, maybe if you have some spare time coming up in the next few days, I could make it up to you with a belated birthday lunch or dinner. What would you say?”
“I’m off in a few hours if you’re available tonight,” I informed her. “And if that doesn’t work, I could certainly make time!”
Ashlee nodded as she pulled out the money she needed to pay for the game. She was still smiling, and I think I even noticed her cheeks growing a little rosy.
Deciding to change the subject, I asked, “Are you looking forward to your final year of school?”
“Nah,” she quickly responded. “Just another year of the same banal bullshit.” Upon dropping the curse word, Ashlee immediately glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have cared about swearing in front of others, but I was absolutely certain that she was trying to watch her language so she didn’t get me in trouble.
“That final year of school is by far the best!” I tried to cheer her up a bit. I then slightly corrected myself as I mentioned, “I can’t say the school part is very exciting, but something about everything that goes on after classes are finished for the day…”
“You certainly kept busy last year,” Ashlee pointed out. “I hardly saw you. Kind of sucked since I always enjoyed gaming with you.”
I sensed a bit of hurt in the raven-tressed beauty’s voice, and I wanted to make that up to her. “Well, I’m not rushing off to college in the next couple of months, so if you can fit me in between hanging out with your friends…”
The gothic girl sarcastically laughed. “It’s not like I have that many, Marcus! It shouldn’t be hard to squeeze you into my ‘busy schedule!’”
I felt bad. I never realized that Ashlee considered me such a close friend, so the fact that I had pretty much pushed her aside throughout the last year…
I think the goth girl could see what I was thinking, and she decided to diffuse the tension by stammering, “If I didn’t already tell you, me and a few other girls are thinking about starting up a band.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, interested in what the young woman had to say. “What kind of music?”
“Mostly punk. Maybe a little metal and industrial.”
“Awesome!” I told her since I enjoyed pretty much everything with the exception of rap and country. “Do you ladies have a band name?”
Ashlee shook her head. “Not yet. We’ve only jammed together a few times, so nothing big has been set up yet. Hell, for all I know, we won’t even last to the school year!”
“Well, I’d love to come watch you all play!” I tried to uplift the young woman’s spirits. “Do you plan on wearing outfits similar to the clothes you’re currently wearing?”
Ashlee glanced down at herself before looking back at me. “I planned on it,” she answered. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not at all!” I responded with a big smile on my face. “If you don’t mind my saying so, you pull off the gothic look far better than anyone I’ve ever seen before! To me, it’s kind of like your trademark!”
I could plainly see that Ashlee approved of my statement. As I rang up her game and she handed me the money, I bagged up her purchase and handed it to her as she said, “I actually had a few tattoos done earlier this summer.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked with genuine intrigue in my voice. I didn’t know many people with body ink at that time…especially girls. “What’d you get? And where?”
Ashlee cocked her head off to the side and showed me a little tattoo on the right side of her neck. It was a cursive “L” with a heart. I was a little surprised that such a tough girl would get a heart, and I wanted to ask what the “L” stood for, but she was already turning the other way and showing me a cat and a nature scene on her left arm. I could somewhat see them through the fishnet, and she aided my view by rolling it up.
“I plan on getting a sleeve when all’s said and done,” she told me after rolling the fishnet back down. “I have a lot of plans, but for now, this is all I’ve had done.”
“They look great!” I told her. In all honesty, I had never been the biggest fan of tattoos, but they truly looked good on Ashlee. “I especially like the half cat face!”
The goth girl smiled. I could tell that she wanted to stay and chat, but as fate would have it, another costumer walked up behind her and was ready to pay for his item. When she noticed him, she waved at me and told me she better let me get back to work. As she backed away, she told me, “I’ll give you a call, okay?”
“You better!” I told her in such a way that had her smiling again. “Hanging out with you will be the best belated birthday gift ever!”
I don’t think I overdid the charm since Ashlee was practically skipping toward the exit of the store.
*
In between work and different friends, I started hanging out with Ashlee on a regular basis throughout the rest of the summer. When the school year started, she would randomly call me on certain weeknights, and we would get together on the weekends to play video games and sometimes watch movies. There was no doubt in my mind that Ashlee relished hanging out with me as much as I enjoyed seeing her. We were having a blast.
By the end of her first month of school, we were seeing each other on a regular basis. By regular basis, I mean that we usually hung out three to four times throughout the week. More often than not, we ended up at her house since her parents never bothered us when they were around, and on weekends, we would stay up into the wee hours of the night watching horror movies since that seemed to be Ashlee’s favorite genre. She had asked me on more than one occasion if I wanted to switch things up, but deep down, I didn’t mind what we were watching as long as I was hanging out with her.
As autumn rolled into its second month, I decided to become a little bolder when we watched movies and opted to place an arm around the young woman seated next to me on her couch one night. I told myself I should’ve asked first, but she didn’t seem to mind since she snuggled up closer to me and allowed me to hold her. When I left for the night, I took things one step further and gave her a peck on the cheek. That probably doesn’t sound like much, but I tended to take things a step at a time…and for as open of a person as Ashlee usually was, I think she was caught off guard because her face became a deep shade of red as I walked out of her front door that night.
The next time we hung out, I didn’t try anything, but the following time, I departed the dark-haired beauty by once again giving her a peck on the cheek. I was more than a little surprised when the time directly after, she beat me to it and gave me a kiss on the cheek! I didn’t want to wash my face ever again…perhaps that sounds a little ludicrous, but I’m sure everyone out there understands what I’m saying.
It was on my next visit to Ashlee’s house when things went one step further. We had spent most of the night playing one of the RPGs we so ardently loved, and on that particular night when I went to leave her house, I leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek like I had been doing…but she purposely turned at just the right moment so my lips would meet hers. I was caught off guard by this turn of events, but I couldn’t say that I was disappointed. I indulged in the show of affection as I suddenly felt her arms wrap around my neck and pull me closer. It was a good thing it was late and her parents were in bed since the scene was unfolding on the foyer. We would’ve easily been spotted if they had been awake and in their living room.
I placed my hands on Ashlee’s exposed sides since she was wearing one of her tight, black tops that left part of her midriff revealed. We stood by her front door, taking each other in as the kiss went beyond simple lip wrestling and became more passionate. I felt her tongue press its way into my mouth, and I have to admit that one of my hands went down and gripped one of her butt cheeks.
Ashlee then pulled away and innocently asked, “Are you sure you have to go now?” She paused briefly before smiling and jesting, “It’s still early!”
It was not an easy decision to make, but I told her I needed to leave since the sun would be coming up in a few hours. It was one of the most difficult decisions I had ever made, and I knew she was just as disappointed in my choice as I had been. I hoped it wouldn’t upset her in the long run, but she knew as well as I did that it was the only thing we could’ve done at the time.
I wondered where things would go next. I was actually kind of nervous about the subsequent time we’d hang out not because I didn’t want things to progress further since I enjoyed Ashlee’s company and she was a hot, gothic babe, but because I was anxious about whether or not she’d be upset with me for leaving when I had the last time I had been over to her house. I needn’t have worried.
The next time we were able to get together was on a weeknight when I had worked a morning shift. I went over to Ashlee’s house as usual, and we ended up deciding that on that particular evening, we’d watch a scary movie. She put one of her favorites in and we situated ourselves comfortably on her couch. No more than five minutes into the film, my overzealous friend decided she wanted to get more comfortable…and took a seat on my lap.
I had absolutely no problem with Ashlee’s decision, but it didn’t take long for something down below to get worked up. Within a minute, it was standing at attention…and the young woman on my lap could feel it.
With a sly look on her face, Ashlee turned to me with a devious grin spread from ear to ear as she asked, “I didn’t notice before seating myself, but am I sitting on a joystick or something?”
I’m sure my cheeks reddened, but the free spirit on my lap pushed my doubts and embarrassment aside as she wrapped her arms around me and started making out with me. To this day, I still have no clue as to what that movie was about since I didn’t see a single minute of it beyond those first five.
I obviously loved my time with Ashlee, but I didn’t want to take her away from her regular life, either. I was beginning to wonder if she ever spent time practicing with the friends she had the band with, and as the end of the month inevitably crept up, I thought for sure she’d want to go to at least one or two parties since she was trying to enjoy her final year of school. As always, though, we spent plenty of nights alone in her basement watching horror-themed films. I had no complaints; I just didn’t want to be that guy who took her away from everything else.
During the final month of autumn, things took yet another giant leap forward. It was the final day of her school week and I had worked both jobs earlier in the day. After getting home and showering, I didn’t show up to Ashlee’s until after ten…but again, her parents never seemed to mind as we quickly retreated to her basement. I could see that she had a bowl of hot, buttered popcorn along with two cans of my favorite soda sitting on the small coffee table in front of her black, leather sofa. She had things all prepared for us to watch some older films.
I had been greeted at the front door with a small peck on the lips before following the wondrous woman down to our normal hangout. As I went down the stairs behind her, I couldn’t help but study her sumptuous form and admire the way she rocked her formfitting, black tank top and skintight leggings of the same dark color. It was in that moment when I noticed she had a new tattoo right at the base of her back and above her tookus: Most would refer to such a marking in that location as a “tramp stamp,” but I refused to acknowledge that name on someone I cared for and respected such as Ashlee. To me, it was a “lower back” tattoo.
“I like your new ink,” I told the gothic chick who had her jet-black hair in pigtails. “When did you get that done?”
As we made our way toward the couch, Ashlee tried to turn a bit so she could see the body art I was referring to. “Oh, the heart and heart monitor lines? I had that slapped on last week when you were at work! I thought you might have been talking about this one!” She then held out her left arm and showed me a new addition to her sleeve. It was a moon surrounded by its many different phases.
“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed. “You’ve been busy! Why didn’t you show me these sooner?”
The cunning young woman smiled in response and threw herself down on the couch. She then slapped the cushion next to her in order to summon me to her side.
I had a seat next to Ashlee and we talked for a few minutes before she hit “play” to start the movie. Once it was going, we just sat next to each other like two unsure teenagers. It was almost like one of us was waiting for the other to make the first move.
About ten minutes into the movie, I was debating on whether or not to place my arm around the smokin’ hot female next to me. She was seated in such a way that she had her legs tucked up and angled in front of her, so it would be easy for her to lean against me if I pulled her close. Every time I was about to lift my arm, though, something stopped me. I don’t know why, but I kept telling myself that if she had wanted me to make a move, she would’ve said something. It seemed like she had been the aggressor on our last few outings.
It dawned on me that that could have been the problem. Maybe she was waiting for me to make a move again. Maybe she was under the impression that she had been coming on too strong, and if I wanted things to naturally progress, I had to be the one to advance them. I never seemed to have problems making the first move with her before, so I wasn’t sure why it was so difficult this time. I decided to man up and do what I needed to do…and finally draped my right arm over her shoulders.
The instant I did so, Ashlee’s face turned toward me and she locked her lips onto mine. I even felt one of her hands go up to my face as she placed the other on my chest. It wasn’t necessary for me to do so since she was doing a fine job on her own, but I pulled her closer as we avoided the movie in that dark, basement room and focused solely on each other.
We had probably been making out for about two minutes when I suddenly felt Ashlee’s hand on my chest working its way downward. Within another minute, it had found its way under my shirt before working its way back up again. A few seconds later, I noticed her eyes widen between our kisses as her lips remained attached to mine while asking, “Fuck, do you work out or something, Marcus? You don’t look as buff as you feel!”
I chuckled in response while doing my best to inquire, “Is that supposed to be a compliment? If it is, thanks…I think!”
Thinking she had offended me, Ashlee finally pulled away long enough to remove her hand from under my shirt before responding, “I didn’t mean it like that!”
“I know!” I laughed. The look on her face was actually quite humorous.
“I mean it!” she retorted, genuinely impressed with my hidden physique. “The clothes you wear must hide it, but you felt pretty…cut!”
“Thanks!” I told her as I laughed at the way she looked me over.
Without further hesitation, the tattooed girl reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt I had on. She began tugging it upward and forced it over my chest, arms, and head. She obviously wanted to have a better look.
“Holy hell,” she said in a faraway-sounding voice as she surveyed what sat before her on the leather couch. She threw the shirt off to the side and began feeling me up. She wasn’t the first female to enjoy what she beheld.
“What?” I asked with a chuckle as she ran her hands over my body. “Never seen a shirtless dude before?”
“Not one that made me practically cream my panties with one look!” she responded as she continued to treat me like a piece of meat. I can’t say that I minded.
Since I had decided to wear pajama pants for our movie night, it was becoming glaringly obvious that both Ashlee’s words and actions were affecting me in ways of a more “mature” nature. It was easy to see that my penis was becoming erect…and Ashlee took note of it when she suddenly felt it poke her in the back of her right arm.
“Well, now, what have we here?” the mischievous female asked in an impish tone when she suddenly saw my arousal thanks to some light from the fifty-four-inch TV. She looked directly into my eyes and then licked her lips before saying, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone must be getting a little excited!”
“I’d have to agree with that observation,” I complied with a chuckle. As a bit of a joke, I added, “Gee, I wonder why that is?”
The gothic girl leaned in a little closer to me and stared directly into my eyes again. I studied her dark, brown orbs and felt her hot breath on my neck. I also realized she had placed her right hand on my abs yet again…and began slowly inching it downward and beneath my pajama pants. Since they were easier to get into than jeans, I could clearly see that Ashlee was going to help herself.
We started making out once again as the dark-haired babe dominating me located my shaft and began viciously tugging on it. She wasn’t nearly as gentle as the few other girls who had touched me below had been, but I honestly chalked it up to excitement. I wondered just how long she had wanted me in such a way…?
For the next couple of minutes, we sloppily kissed as Ashlee continued to yank away. As much fun as it was to make out in the dim light, I almost wished it had been just a little brighter in the room so I could see more of the glorious female leaning hard into me. I wanted to be able to take in as much of her as I could.
I’m not trying to sound like a conceited jerk, but when I had been in school, I had always been fairly popular. I attribute most of that to the fact that I had friends from almost every walk of life. I had friends who were nerds, friends who were jocks, and friends who would be considered to be from the “artsy” end of the spectrum. I was always nice to the kids who seemed to get picked on by some of the more popular teens, and I even prevented a few “undesirables” from having their lunch money stolen just by stepping in and displaying my face. When people saw Marcus Veovin showing kindness to one of the “unpopular” kids, it was a good bet that from that moment onward, the target would no longer be harassed.
It goes without saying that a vast majority of the time, the gothic kids were picked on a lot at my school. I countered this by standing up for them…and the bullying stopped. Some people claimed I had magic powers, but I was well aware that it was nothing more than being able to analyze things and remedy them with common sense. A logical approach to a problem with a way to solve it was how I viewed life, and this is what I did to help the kids who weren’t as fortunate as I was.
Don’t ask me why, but Ashlee had fallen into the “unpopular” crew in her early days of schooling. How such a ravishing girl could be considered anything less than popular is beyond me. As sad as it is, we all know that good looks are usually all it takes to raise one on the level of “coolness” in any school setting, but since Ashlee had opted to take on a more gothic appearance, she had been deemed “uncool.” To me, that was just plain ridiculous.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and while Ashlee Belle may not have conformed to the “norm,” that didn’t make her any less appealing…and I’m not just saying that because she had her hand wrapped around my penis. It may not have been readily apparent to most, but the dark-haired stunner just applied her beauty in different ways. While most girls who attended any school felt that the perfect look was to be tanned with blonde hair and the right application of makeup, Ashlee took a completely different approach…and was no less attractive for doing so. She was an absolute goddess in my eyes who used totally contrasting features than what was “acceptable” to make her point. While peculiar when compared to other girls, she was distinctive in her own right…and I adored her for it.
I interrupted our session for only a few seconds as I asked the brown-eyed babe hovering above me to give me a little space. I could tell that she looked a little confused at first, and I think she thought I wanted to end things. Her befuddlement quickly dissipated and a huge smile overtook her visage as she watched me reach down and grab the top of my pants. I raised my buttocks just enough off the couch to slip the PJs down to my knees, and then I collapsed back onto the warm leather beneath me with my aroused dick fully in view for Ashlee to do with as she pleased. I could tell by her obvious bliss that she appreciated the sentiment.
Instead of returning to our kiss, Ashlee tightly gripped my shaft and lowered her head into my lap. She didn’t start off slow by licking me or anything…she just went full throttle and lowered her open mouth onto my throbbing cock. She held nothing back as she gave me head like I had never received before.
I leaned my skull back on the top of the couch and let out moan after satisfied moan. For the first few seconds of the experience, I had one hand on the back of Ashlee’s head, but then I decided to stretch out a bit and placed my arms up on the back of the sofa. I let the frenetic female continue to manhandle me in a way I had never been pleasured before.
I was by no means an expert on receiving blowjobs since I hadn’t been with a whole lot of girls up to that point, but I had never before had a female go as wild on me as Ashlee did in that moment…nor had I ever had any woman deepthroat me before. I listened as Ashlee gagged and gargled her way down my dick, and at one point, I actually grabbed her by the shoulder and gently shook her as I warned, “Ashlee, don’t overdo it! I’d feel horrible if you hurt yourself for my benefit!”
The black-haired babe pulled away long enough to come up for air and looked in my direction. A string of saliva ran down her face, and she quickly wiped it away before telling me, “You taste so fucking good, Marcus!”
I beamed with pride, but that didn’t stop me from telling her, “I’m not going anywhere, so just take your time, okay?”
She nodded and was about to go back down on me, but I stopped her from doing so. She looked at me with a hint of confusion on her face again, but she quickly caught on when I reached forward and grabbed at the bottom of her tight tank top. She didn’t fight me on what I wanted to do, and she even aided my efforts by lifting both of her arms straight into the air. I then pulled the skimpy garment off her and freed her marvelous set of tits from confinement. They were even more brilliant than I had been anticipating.
I was a little surprised by the fact that they weren’t pierced, but at the same time, I should’ve known that because piercings would’ve been evident even without her shirt off. The top had been so tight on her body that they would’ve shown through…and I hadn’t noticed anything then. I probably sound disappointed by saying that, but that couldn’t be further from the truth: Ashlee’s boobs were two of the most incredible breasts I had ever witnessed.
In my short time in the world at that time, I had seen some pretty impressive jugs. While Ashlee’s weren’t nearly as big as the ones I had seen on another woman I had messed around with in the past, they were every bit as phenomenal. Personally, I love boobs of all shapes and sizes, and while I know it seems like a precedent for most men to praise a larger bust, it didn’t matter to me if a woman was hauling around two watermelons or was flat as the proverbial board. Boobs are boobs, and when I care about a woman, I’m going to love her breasts no matter what.
So, back to Ashlee’s fantastic chest: Not only were her tits a perfect fit for my hands, but they were also somewhat pointed. I can’t exactly describe it, but they seemed almost “sharp…” and her nipples were so darn pink. I knew that if I caught one of them in the eye, it would probably take said sphere out.
I dropped Ashlee’s tank top behind her and heard her heave as I pressed my face forward and latched onto one of her pointy nipples. I feverishly groped both breasts in my hands as I chewed on her left teat, and I heard her passionately moaning directly above me as I did so. I also noticed a thin sheet of sweat forming on her skin and thought it was one of the hottest damn things I had ever seen. Her scent that reminded me of incense was intoxicating.
Ashlee allowed me to continue working on the nub for about a minute until pulling away from me and situating herself differently. I don’t think it was because she didn’t enjoy what I was doing to her, but I’m pretty sure she wanted to get back to work on my swaying cock. She wanted it within her grasp once more…and she wanted to have her way with it.
I placed my hand on the smooth back of the gothic babe going to town on my manhood. Her skin felt like silk beneath my touch, and I rubbed it while she started sucking on me again. As she inhaled my piece, I started to have reservations about what we were doing since I knew her parents were just upstairs. In all the times I had come over to hang out with Ashlee, they never once came downstairs…but I felt that my luck was about to run out for the first time since we were in the middle of something downright naughty.
Ashlee came up for air at one point and wiped a combination of saliva and precum away from her moist lips. She was smiling at me while doing so, and I returned that look before asking her, “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” she responded with a question of her own as she continued to jerk on my rod while looking at me.
I stole a glimpse of her glorious chest before getting back to my concerns and lowering my voice as I pointed out, “Your parents are right upstairs, and we’re getting pretty hot and heavy into this! What if they hear us and come down…?”
With her free hand, Ashlee grabbed one of her bosoms and squeezed it for me. She was doing her best to keep me in the moment when she suddenly lifted the tit toward her face as her head bent down so she could lick her nipple. She obviously wasn’t about to let up.
“Holy geez,” I mumbled as I watched the vision of hotness charm me with her playful sexiness.
Ashlee smiled cunningly since she knew she had me right in the palm of her hand. She then leaned forward and let a string of saliva fall from her mouth and onto my hard cock below. She used the fluid as a lubricant and continued to viciously jerk on me. I hadn’t been with a lot of women, but the gothic babe on the couch with me was certainly the wildest…and we were just getting started.
I let out another low groan of ecstasy as Ashlee dropped down again and went back to blowing me. I ran my right hand over the topless babe’s head as I admired her pigtails. I wondered if she had known that I had a weakness for them and styled her hair on purpose that way.
While Ashlee continued to orally pleasure me, I examined her back and the tattoo just above her tight ass. Everything about the goth chick was uncanny, and while the few other women I had messed around with in my life had been readily intelligent, the brown-eyed babe certainly was as well…but she hid it behind her “dark and brooding” persona.
My dark-haired friend wailed away on me and made me wonder if she was trying to sculpt something out of my genitals. I’m not trying to sound like a weenie since I shouldn’t have been complaining about having a hot, spectacular fox going wild on me, but there for a minute, I thought she was going to rip my dick off. I could handle the rowdiness for the most part, but when she started roughly licking my balls, I had to actually speak up and mention that she was kind of hurting me. I feared her response…but shouldn’t have.
“Sorry,” the free-spirited female sincerely apologized while wiping a little more drool away from her chin. She may have been a nonconformist who lived by her own set of rules, but she listened to what I had to say…and instantly eased up. I have to say that I was a little surprised.
Ashlee really seemed to enjoy giving me head and continued to do so for another few minutes until I announced that the all too familiar feeling of satisfaction was approaching me. After telling the darkly captivating female that I was going to cum, she instantly flew off the couch and fell to her knees before me. She arched her back and cupped her breasts in her hands to present them to me. She also let her mouth drop open and stuck her tongue out. She was offering me a plethora of locations to unload my creamy burden.
My pajama pants were still around my knees, but I didn’t let them trip me up as I pushed myself up and took my stiff cock in my right hand. I began beating away as it throbbed within my grasp. My face contorted as I felt the pressure reach its inevitable climax…and I began hosing the fantastic female before me down.
I could hear Ashlee giggling in delight as she begged for my load and told me to keep blasting away at her. I listened to her orders and aimed my love-gun at the face, tits, and mouth commanding me to discharge my spunk. I saw one of my shots splatter against her right cheek, and I could tell that I had discharged some of my jizz into her dark hair. I may have been caught in the moment, but at the same time, I discovered that I wasn’t big on giving facials.
Don’t get me wrong: Spraying a massive load of man-milk all over a beautiful woman’s face is a truly amazing feeling, but something about it rubbed me the wrong way. I know it was an unbridled, beastly pleasure for most men, but it made me feel like I was degrading the woman I was with in some way…and I didn’t like that. I know that makes me sound like a damn hypocrite since I was doing it anyway, but Ashlee was asking me for it. No, she wasn’t just asking…she was begging me for it. I couldn’t deny how hot that was.
When I was finally running on empty and thought I was going to pass out from dehydration, I collapsed back onto the couch behind me and placed an arm over my head. I gasped for breath as I listened to Ashlee call out in gleeful pleasure, and when I finally glanced in her direction again, I saw her rubbing my cream all over her chest and face. She was having a blast with what I had blasted on her.
As she continued to play around with the enormous amount of spunk I had jacked onto her, she started to get a little loud…and I once again reminded her that her parents were only separated from us by one floor.
“Oh, lighten up, Marcus!” She told me with a laugh. “I already told you they wouldn’t bother us down here! Besides, even if they wanted to lecture me, it’s not like they could really do anything about it since I’m of age!”
I may have had a year on the black-haired beauty, but even I never thought about crossing my parents in such a way. Sure, I was old enough to be out on my own also, but I couldn’t imagine what my mother would do to me if she had walked in on what I had just done to Ashlee. It wasn’t something I wanted to think about in that moment as I watched sperm drip off the gothic babe’s left tit and onto her black leggings.
“Um, Ashlee,” I did my best to get the young woman’s attention as I pointed at the wad of cum on her left leg. “My, um…semen is getting on your clothes.”
The brown-eyed stunner glanced down at what I had pointed out and simply smiled in response. She scooped it up with a couple of fingers and then placed them in her mouth. She sucked my cream off her digits and swallowed the gravy.
Ashlee was much different than the other girls I had been sexually active with. While she seemed almost too uncontrollable for me, I welcomed the challenge of trying to tame her. I almost wondered if I could make some kind of game out of it.
The denizen of the basement suddenly climbed to her feet and started walking toward the doorway off the main room that led to her bathroom. “I’m going to go clean myself off, you hunky piece of man-meat. I’ll be right back.”
After Ashlee disappeared from the room, I reclined back on the couch with my pants still around my knees and smiled. I gave my penis a tug before delivering a light slap to it and jokingly telling it, “Thanks, my friend! It’s moments like this that I’ll never forget thanks to you!”
END OF PART ONE OF THREE
