Ashlee

I cheered along with the other teenagers in the room and caught Ashlee's attention more than once. She always smiled in my direction when we made eye contact, and she even winked on one occasion. I could tell that she was having the time of her life, and I was truly happy for her. Most of the others crammed into the basement seemed to approve of the music also, and they were hooting and hollering for more after the band wrapped things up about twenty-five minutes after starting.

After a screeching encore, the musical portion of the evening wrapped up and the lead songstress took the mic once more and thanked everyone for the support. She then reminded them that the party wasn't over yet, and there was still plenty of beer to be had. Like the rowdy teens they were, the crowd cheered for her words as everyone seemed to break into groups and typical teenage conversation ensued.

Ashlee put her bass down and made her way toward me through the small group clustered close to where she was. She gave me a slap on the chest and a kiss on the cheek as she asked what I thought of the performance. She was pretty sweaty from pouring her heart into her songs, but I personally thought that was a plus. She looked absolutely fantastic.

"You were wonderful!" I sincerely told her what I thought. "Damn, girl...you never told me how great you ladies really are! I've always wanted you to play a little for me, but you never would!"

"I can't play without the rest of the group!" The dark-haired babe tried to convince me as she laughed. "Hearing my bass alone wouldn't be good enough!"

"Well, you're pretty damn incredible if I do say so myself," I told the gothic chick as I noticed a few of the other teenagers in the basement filtering out. I was sure the party was moving upstairs as well, and I knew a few of them were stepping out for a smoke break. "You truly have a talent and I hope you continue to pursue your dreams."

"And you should be doing the same!" The black-haired stunner told me.

"What do you mean?"

"Your writing, Marcus! You've always wanted to be a writer, but you haven't worked on any of it in months!"

I had absolutely no idea how Ashlee knew anything about that. Writing had always been a hobby of mine, and during my final year in school, I had been doing an awful lot of it. I thought about one day making a career out of being an author or even doing a little reporting so I could write a few columns, but it had been months since I had even picked up a pencil and put it to paper.

At that moment, the girl who had been drumming for the group walked up to Ashlee and grabbed onto her left arm as she glanced at me before whispering something into her ear. The young woman I had come to watch nodded a few times in roughly three-second intervals before the drummer looked me over one last time and vanished into the crowd.

Ashlee suddenly gave me a look that I interpreted to mean a lot more than the simple happiness hidden behind it. I somewhat glanced around the area before turning my attention back to her and shrugging while simply asking, "What is it?"

The raven-tressed dazzler continued to gaze at me with that sprightly look. At least another five seconds passed until she reached out and grabbed my hands. She then started dragging me through the crowd and toward the steps that led up to the main level of the house we were in.

I let Ashlee lead the way as we passed through a few small groups of talking partiers in the kitchen. We continued past a dinner table and to a hallway that had four distinct doorways. The young woman leading me on took me to the far door on the right and guided me into the room behind it. Once inside, she securely closed it and flipped the lock.

I glanced around and could see that we were in what looked like a master bedroom. I was more than positive that it had to belong to the parents who were hopefully quite far away so none of us in their home would get busted for our social gathering...a gathering that I'm sure the adults had no idea was even going on.

"Quite the party," I told Ashlee as I walked over to a dresser and looked at a photo on display. "I'd hate to think of what the couple in this picture would do if they arrived home in the next five minutes."

"Oh, Marcus! Quit being so damn stuffy! You're such a buzzkill sometimes!"

"Sorry," I told my brown-eyed compeer as I turned to face her again. When I laid eyes on her, I could see her thanks to the moonlight filtering in through a window to my right. She hadn't bothered flipping the light switch on. "You know better than anybody how paranoid I sometimes get."

Grabbing my shirt by the collar with both hands, Ashlee started backing toward the massive bed in the room while pulling me along. When we were about a foot away from it, she planted a wet kiss on me before falling backward onto the soft mattress...and dragging me down with her.

Ending up on top of the gothic babe, I couldn't help but place my hands on her sides so I could feel her up. We started kissing a little more as she ran her hands through my hair, and when I finally pulled away, I told her, "We probably shouldn't be in here, Ashlee. Won't your friends be wondering where you disappeared to...?"

"Fuck 'em," Ashlee told me as she lifted her head so she could slide her tongue into my mouth again. She did her best to hold me close as her hands traveled up and down my back.

I was getting pretty riled up, but it felt weird not just being in an unfamiliar place, but in a room that was pretty much sacred to two adults who were complete strangers to me. The fact that I was making out with a young woman I adored on their bed without them knowing anything about it felt wrong on many different levels. If I would've admitted that to Ashlee in that moment, I'm fairly certain she would've told me that the very notion turned her on all the more. We were certainly different people in that aspect.

I was wearing a shirt that buttoned up, so while we were making out, Ashlee suddenly reached up and started unbuttoning me. I wanted to stop her, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. She pushed the shirt open and then hugged her arms around me beneath it. Her hands continued to journey across my body until she decided it was time to open my pants as well.

"Ashlee," my voice was low as I pulled up yet again. "I don't know about this. If someone walks in on us..."

"The door's locked, Marcus," the black-haired beauty reminded me. "Everyone's out having a good time. No one's going to miss us."

"Yeah, but..."

Ashlee suddenly stretched her arms downward and reached under her miniskirt. A couple of seconds later, she tugged down the panties underneath and then pulled them off her feet. She threw them off to the side while smiling deviously at me and spreading her legs. If I wanted to take a step back from where I loomed over her, I would've had no problem seeing the promised land.

"Ashlee..."

The raven-tressed babe ignored my pleas as she began unbuckling my trousers. At first, I had thought that she would maybe command me to drop down and begin pleasuring her pussy by eating her out, but as she fished my stiffening cock out and pulled me close with an underhand grip, I knew she was ready to take things a step further than we ever had before.

Keeping her right hand firmly wrapped around my erect pecker, Ashlee reached up with her left and placed it on my neck. With a strength I didn't know she had, she pulled me close and told me in a low, feminine tone, "Fuck me, Marcus."

"Are...are you sure?" I asked in a shaky voice. "I mean, we've never..."

"Just stop stalling and fuck me," she ordered.

My judgment seemed to dissipate as my hormones took the driver's seat and total control of my body. Had I never done this before, I would've been more hesitant, but since I had a little experience, I think I was more open to what was about to happen. I still had a little voice in my head telling me that what was about to transpire may not have been the best idea, but its volume eventually dropped down below a whisper as my hands grasped the top of my jeans and pulled them down. I then leaned in closer as I felt my partner in crime guiding my aroused penis toward her love hole.

I began passionately kissing Ashlee as I felt the tip of my prick against her moist labia, and then I could feel her trying to force it in as we continued to pant and wheeze. My heart began racing in my chest as I realized I was about to go all the way with a beautiful woman once again, and I could hardly contain myself as I waited to be inside her.

About ten seconds ticked by and I realized that I still wasn't in Ashlee...and that was when I also noticed that she was getting a bit frustrated. She stopped kissing me momentarily and lifted her body off the bed a bit so she could look down and see what was going on. She used her left hand to grab the bottom of her latex skirt and lift it so she could better view what she was doing, and she once again tried ramming my dick inside her...only to find that it wasn't working to her liking.

Now, I'm by no means a "large" man when it comes to what I'm packing down below, but I couldn't help but feel a little proud in that moment when I realized that Ashlee was having problems inserting me into her crevasse since she was so tight...and I was apparently a little too "substantial" due to my current state of arousal.

"Damn it!" The dark-haired stunner cursed as she suddenly started fingering herself with her free hand. She even brought the appendage to her face so she could lick her fingers in order to try lubricating things down below a little more. She viciously rubbed herself for a few seconds before trying to take my dick in once more. She even spit on my dick a couple of times.

"Um, Ashlee? Would it be okay if I tried?"

Seeing that I was in agreement about having sexual intercourse, the young woman finally nodded at me from where she lied on the bed and braced herself on her elbows as she watched me. She was just as eager to have me in her as I was to get in.

Being careful not to trip on the pants that were around my ankles, I did my best to get even closer while taking my manhood into my right hand. I used my left to gingerly support myself against Ashlee's right thigh as I lined up my wanker and guided it toward the wet crease. I gave it a few tugs before taking a page out of Ashlee's book and spitting on my right hand for a little extra lubricant. It took some finagling, but with the friction lessened, I was finally able to pop my tip in.

Ashlee's mouth dropped open and she let out a satisfied squeal as I pushed another inch into her...and then another. I could see her staring down at my cock as it probed unknown territory, and when I had it about halfway in, her eyes closed tightly and her head dropped down onto the bed. Her hands grabbed the comforter she was on and began squeezing so tightly that I thought she was going to rip it.

Instead of pushing my length entirely into her, I pulled back before working my way forward again. Ashlee was extremely tight, and I could feel her insides engulfing my solid erection. I repeated what I had just done a few more times as the gothic babe writhed in delight on the bed before I stopped to ask, "Are you doing okay, Ashlee? Am I hurting you?"

"Oh, fuck, Marcus! It feels FUCKIN' GREAT!" The perspiration on her body sparkled in the moonlight as she admitted, "It hurts, but it's a good hurt! HOLY SHIT!"

I looked toward the doorway and was half expecting someone to burst in after hearing her screech, but I recalled that she had locked the door. Even if someone tried getting in, we would be able to hear them first.

"Keep going, Marcus! Don't stop! I want ALL of you in me!"

Hearing the sultry desperation in her voice, I complied to her orders and picked up the pace a bit. I went a little deeper with each thrust, and I could feel my erection throbbing within her incited pink. While doing so, I reached forward and started groping the mounds on her chest, and when I could no longer hold back, I tore at her top and accidentally ripped her fishnet.

"Oh, shit!" I called out when I realized what I had done. "Ashlee, I'm so sorry..."

The stimulated female answered by grabbing her shirt where I had accidentally ripped it and quite literally tore it the rest of the way off. She then sat up just enough in order to allow me access to her top that resembled a sports bra. She held her arms up and commanded me to pull it off. It didn't take me long to follow said orders.

We were right back to having a howling good time as I began to pound so hard that we could hear my balls smacking against her body with every thrust I made. I continued to squeeze her exposed tits as her fingernails dug into my sides. The sweat was flying as we made the beast with two backs.

My cock continued to explore unconquered territory as I felt Ashlee's sweet spot bulge. I could feel her insides flooding with arousal, and I watched as her arms suddenly started flailing about. Once again, I came to a halt because I thought I may have been hurting her, but she quickly told me not to stop. And once again, I listened since I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her, and I came to the realization that she was reaching for one of the decorative pillows just above her head. When she finally had one of them, she crammed it into her face and screamed into it.

Feeling the vision of hotness quake below me, I could tell that what had gone down in her bedroom when I had been eating her out was about to happen again. Personally, I found female ejaculation to be extremely arousing, so I wanted to coax everything I could out of her. I continued to pound away until she removed the pillow from her face and confirmed what I already knew...and I pulled out as a hot gush of fluid sprayed out of her.

I was no longer concerned about how we left the room. By the time we were done with our uncontrolled fuck fest - pardon my language - I knew we'd be leaving the room a shambles for the poor people who would have to clean it up. Of all the teenagers in the house, I wasn't even sure who lived here...but I felt bad for his or her parents when they came home and witnessed the carnal devastation left in Ashlee's and mine's wake.

Ashlee's pelvic region continued to tremble and writhe as she squirmed about and blasted her juices throughout the immediate vicinity. Some of her wetness showered over me...and I absolutely loved it. I wanted to be drenched in her fluids.

When I could see that her body was calming down and she was coming back from the high she had just enjoyed, I stepped back over and escorted my rigid staff back toward the hole I had been pummeling only moments earlier. I could clearly see that Ashlee wanted it back in her, and she reached down with one hand and used two fingers to spread her pink for me. I struggled for a few seconds again, but eventually I made my way inside her.

I went right back to rocking her world as she clenched around me. Her nails gouged my skin again and it sounded like she was speaking in tongues as I wailed away. We both enjoyed ourselves immensely for about two more minutes until everything happening made me hit my peak just as she had. Thinking about that gorgeous, gothic chick beneath me erupting as she had made me realize I could no longer hold my own fluids in, and I pulled out while taking my dick in my right hand and beating it senseless. "I'm going to cum, Ashlee! I'm going to cum!"

The brown-eyed beauty sat up and carefully pushed me backward so I didn't trip on my trousers that were still around my ankles. She then dropped off the bed and onto her knees as she presented her tits to me and opened wide. She stuck her tongue out after telling me, "Cum on my face and tits!"

I stepped forward and placed my left hand on her head for support. I continued to crank away at my cock as I noticed her eyes staring longingly up at me. She was ready for my payload...and I was ready to give it to her.

I fired string after gooey string of thick semen all over the gothic chick who loved it dirty. I couldn't tell you for sure how many blasts I discharged because I lost count while watching her juggle her jubblies back and forth. She was doing everything in her sexual arsenal to keep me turned on...and it was working. She was going to look like she had fallen into a pool full of pudding by the time I was done.

I grunted in delight as I finally ejected the last of my seed, and when I finally glanced down at Ashlee again, I could see that I had absolutely covered her in goo. She was a sticky mess, and now that the fun was over and reality was setting in once more, I could only wonder how we were going to clean up the devastation we had caused.

"Fuuuck, Marcus!" Ashlee wheezed as she reached down to finger her sopping wet love hole under her latex skirt. "How much fucking cum do you keep stored away in there? Have you not jerked it since the last time you came on me?"

I let out a sigh in response since I was still doing my best to catch my breath. I surely didn't want to be thinking about any other women in that moment, but I couldn't help but come to the realization that Ashlee was the second female I had ever gone all the way with. Sharing such an intimate moment with her meant the world to me.

Ashlee then dropped to her bottom and leaned back against the foot of the bed she was by. "Shiiit, Marcus!" She continued to go on about what we had just done. "That was so fucking incredible! I'm just glad we were finally able to get you in me!"

I smiled upon remembering what the sticky woman had reminded me of. I was proud of the way she talked me up, but I came to the realization that it was time to help her clean up. I started looking around the room for any kind of tissues or clothes I could use to wipe her off.

Ashlee suddenly hit the floor to her left with the palm of her hand while saying, "I think you should come sit next to me for a few minutes. I'd like to savor this moment for a while."

As much as I wanted to clean things up before we were discovered, I knew the brown-eyed beauty had a point. We had just shared an incredibly tender - albeit hot and sexy - moment, and we needed to bask in it for a while. I plopped down next to her and let her lean against me. I didn't care if she got my jism on me because we could wipe it off later.

Dropping her head against my right shoulder, Ashlee made herself comfortable as I placed an arm around her and held her close. I felt at peace as I listened to her steady breathing while the moonlight on the other side of the room illuminated enough of the area for me to admire her magnificent form.

* * *

Winter break from Ashlee's school was in full swing when I received a call I would've never expected in a million years. I was sitting in the office/storage room down the hall from my bedroom in my parents' house when the phone first rang. I was surfing the internet on the computer we kept in that room since it was something my family had only recently decided to start paying for. Upon hearing the phone, my hand finally left the mouse long enough to pick it up. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is Marcus there?"

"Speaking," I said as I realized I had heard the diffident voice before. I was about to ask who it was, but the girl on the other end of the line answered that for me.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Marcus, but this is Harley."

"Harley!" I energetically said. "It's good to hear from you! How are you? Are you enjoying your winter break from school?"

"I'm well, Marcus. And yes, I've been enjoying myself. How have you been?"

"I've been working a lot, but otherwise, I'm doing well! Some days, I think having two jobs is just too much!"

The young woman on the other end of the line did her best to laugh at my poor attempt at humor. We were both awkwardly silent for a bit until I asked, "So, what are you up to?"