Ashlee's Weakness

At the moment Ashlee would've been more than pleased to call it a night. As she laid there covered in sweat and feeling like the absolute center of the combined forces of the entire universes total store of guilty, sinful pleasures she simply couldn't imagine that there was anything left inside of her capable of either giving or receiving any more. She was spent and exhausted in a beautiful and wonderful way that left her completely incapable of wondering why Carrie was getting up from the bed let alone protesting even when she saw her walking over to night stand beside the bed and opening the bottom drawer.

Only when she noticed what Carrie was grabbing did Ashlee's curiosity begin to overcome her desire to just lay there enjoying her afterglow. Even then it was more because in the dim light of the room she really had no idea what that bundle of buckles and straps was until she saw Carrie reach into the drawer again and after a moment of fumbling about in the dark pull out something that once in the light appeared distinctly phallic despite it's femininely pink color and it's apparent smoothness. At that moment she knew exactly what she was seeing, but she still found herself asking in voice shaky with a mixture of fear and excitement "What is that?"

"This," Carrie said as she turned to face Ashlee while holding the contraption up in the air in an oddly triumphant manner, "is what I'm going to fuck you with."

Ashlee suddenly felt incredibly stupid. All the teasing about not yet and later and all that suddenly made perfect sense. In fact, it really should have earlier. After all, it wasn't like Carrie had never mentioned her love of strap-ons before. On more than one occasion when the subject of sex had come up Carrie had often bragged about her skill with one. Once, long after they'd first met Carrie had even referred to herself as "the Converter" for her supposed ability to "fuck the straight out of straight girls." Of course at the time Ashlee had just joined Jenny, one of her friends from the soccer team, in an eye roll at the arrogance of that proclamation, but after the night she'd just had she had to admit she was definitely excited and intrigued at the prospect of finding out exactly what Carrie could do with that smooth shaft of latex strapped to her hips.

Still, despite that she was also more than a little freaked out at the prospect of being probed by something so inhuman. After all, Ashlee had never had anything besides fingers and tongues inside her precious little pussy. Heck, she and Macy didn't use toys at all in their sex life and the only time Naiya had attempted to fuck her with Naiya's mothers vibrator she'd balked at the thought of having something inside of her that had been inside of a woman she almost considered to be her second mother. Even when Naiya had admitted that she'd already used it herself and then resorted to calling Ashlee a prude in an attempt to tease her into capitulation Ashlee just couldn't bring herself to do it.

But as she watched Carrie step into the harness like it was just a boring, old pair of pants however Ashlee couldn't help but feel her fear subside. Carrie just looked so damned hot at that moment with that pink cock bouncing ever so slightly as Carrie tightened and secured the straps until she was apparently happy with the fit. When Carrie actually reached down a stroked her fake phallus as though it were real Ashlee actually felt her pussy quiver just a little bit even as a part of her wanted to laugh.

Of course, the pussy quiver may well have been a result of the fact that Ashlee's hand found its way to her pussy to softly play with her wet pussy. There it remained until Carrie approached the bed and removed it casually saying "Now, now. That's my job." She then just as casually allowed her fingers to prove her point by gently caressing Ashlee's swollen sex much to Ashlee's delight even as she tried use her other hand to open the drawer on her bed stand. Sadly, this proved too hard to pull off, so Carrie's fingers momentarily left Ashlee's pussy to be quickly replaced by Ashlee's. At least they were until Carrie had finished gathering a tube of lube from the drawer and turned to notice Ashlee's actions. At that point she quickly slapped Ashlee's hand away much to Ashlee's surprise.

"Hush," Carrie said quickly cutting off any attempts by Ashlee to protest as she was obviously intent on doing, "I told you that's my job. If you want to touch a pussy you can just wait until I'm done with you and then maybe I'll let you touch mine. Maybe." This last maybe was clearly a tease, but there was also just enough seriousness in the threat that Ashlee sighed in defeat while refraining from touching herself. Well, at least her pussy as her hands began to rub her own breasts and stomach absent mindedly. She just couldn't help but touch something as she stared at the glorious goddess before her as she crawled back on the bed to crouch between Ashlee's already widely spread legs smiling that same impish grin once again. Ashlee sighed when Carrie reached out for Ashlee's sex to gently rub and caress Ashlee as Ashlee again fell naturally into the roll of the submissive.

"Mmm," Carrie said as her caresses once again became more aggressive for at least a brief moment, "I think we may not even need the lube. God damn, you're still so fucking wet." She then stopped her fingering, and lick her fingers clean vocalizing her approval of Ashlee's taste one more time before speaking again saying "Still, I think I think we'd better just in case. Besides...," Carrie paused as she squirted a small amount of the clear lube on the same fingers she'd just licked before speaking again as she slowly reached out to touch Ashlee as she added "the slippery the better. Don't you agree?"

Ashlee had no response, but it didn't matter. In all likelihood she wouldn't have been capable of spitting one out even she had because as soon as Carrie had finished speaking her fingers were once again upon Ashlee's cleft toying with her in the most delicious way. Ashlee knew right at that instant that slipperier was indeed better as the long, lube slicked fingers took turns teasing her clit and probing her depths in an extremely pleasurable manner. Soon Ashlee found herself collapsing back on the bed and closing her eyes as the skill of Carrie's touch took over.

At least, she tried to lay back and just enjoy the sensations, but this was hardly the point of the exercise. No, Carrie had no intention of just fingering Ashlee to yet another orgasm. This was just a tease, just a preliminary event to ready Ashlee for what Carrie intended to be coup de grace as Ashlee was soon reminded when those fingers pulled out from her depths and moved to her clit. Ashlee then felt Carrie shift her weight forward and a second later she felt something slick and rubbery begin to probe at the entrance of her sex.

Suddenly Ashlee's eyes were open once again and then just as suddenly they closed involuntarily as the head of Carrie's phallus rubbed up and down between her lips. Ashlee couldn't help but press against this light intrusion. It was just an instinctual and automatic response even for a girl who'd only ever had fingers inside of her. That slick rubber cock just felt so good teasing her inner lips and pressing ever so gently at her opening, but failing to go farther as Carrie, proving once again that she was more than capable of teasing when she was in the mood, kept resisting Ashlee's attempts to force the issue of penetration.

Of course, Ashlee didn't really mind. The somewhat uncharacteristic soft teasing felt great. Even the less then soft teasing was nice as she was quickly reminded when Carrie lightly tapped her on her hood with the rubber cock head a few playful times. The first hit had been just a little too much force and she couldn't help but jump and let out a slight squeal of flashing pain mixed with pleasure that made Carrie laugh just a little too maliciously before saying "Give me that pillow."

"What?" Ashlee said both because she didn't quite understand the request and because, frankly, she just wasn't paying that much attention. Her mind just wasn't in the mood to concentrate on such mundane things as conversation at that point. Luckily Carrie was in a forgiving mood and instead of teasing some more she simply repeated her instructions until Ashlee caught on and grabbed the pillow that was resting just above her head and handed it to Carrie before following the next instruction of raising her hips so that Carrie could slide the folded pillow underneath her.

"There. All better," Carrie said in a soft, playful voice and went back to her teasing for the briefest moment before pausing and saying to Ashlee in a seductive tone "You ready?"

Ashlee wanted to say something sexy, something sultry and brave in reply so badly at that moment, but she just couldn't. She didn't really know why, but at that moment she felt a sudden surge of fear that she couldn't quite comprehend but which prevented her from doing anything more than nodding meekly in reply. Luckily that was enough to both let Carrie know that Ashlee wanted her to fuck her, but that she should be cautious as was evident when that soft and playful voice returned as Carrie paused and asked "You've never been fucked have you?"

"Well, yeah... well, no, not... not really. Not with one of those anyway. Macy just...," Ashlee paused here regretting using her lovers name for a second before shaking it off while ignoring that little, almost nonexistent smirk that briefly crossed Carrie's face when Ashlee reopened her eyes forcing Ashlee to take a deep breath before continuing by adding simply "Just fingers."

"Don't worry," Carrie continued as her fingers found their way to Ashlee's hood to rub it gently even as she pushed her hips slightly forward once again placing the head of her phallus against the entrance to Ashlee's sex, "You'll love it. I promise." With that Carrie shifted herself forward and with the aid of a hand guided her toy slowly into Ashlee's depths.

Suddenly Ashlee found herself unable to breathe for a moment as Carrie slowly and methodically entered her with that thick phallus in a torturous display of patient ease. Ashlee didn't release her breath until that wonderful rubber shaft was halfway inside of her and she realized that Carrie was easing it back out and then Ashlee couldn't help but let out a light, little moan when Carrie thrust it back in her again slightly faster and with a bit more force, but still with plenty of patience and calm until she stopped with it halfway inside of Ashlee before shifting herself once again to lay atop her friend without the strap-on seeming to move even an inch as she did so.

Ashlee might have been impressed by that if it hadn't been for the fact that when Carrie shifted that one last time Ashlee suddenly found herself covered by Carrie's soft warm body before her breath was taken away by both a good, hard thrust from Carrie's hips pushing the shaft deep inside her and Carrie's mouth was once again falling upon Ashlee's forcing Ashlee into another hard, passionate kiss. Automatically Ashlee made to wrap her arms around Carrie as if she was afraid she would pull way, but she needn't have feared. Carrie had every intention of fucking Ashlee until she just couldn't take it anymore.

Of course, as Ashlee made to wrap her arms around Carrie's back and neck there was a brief moment where she was actually mildly disappointed that Carrie actually let her get away with it. That thought however died as quick a death as her fear that Carrie's slow, but powerful thrusting would cease thanks to Carrie returning the favor by wrapping her arms around Ashlee's back and pulling her tighter to her as her thrusting slowly began to build in speed and power.

It was amazing just how good it all felt. Ashlee had never imagined that being fucked by some hunk of rubber could ever feel good, but now that she was in the middle of it she wasn't even thinking about what it was that was filling her up and sending such bright, ungodly blasts of pleasure through her mind and body. It just did not matter what it was, how it came into being or what it supposedly represented. All that mattered was the pleasure, that feeling of fullness and the fact that it was just so goddamned wrong that she was already on the verge of coming for the nth time at the hands of someone other than her lover.

Well, that was hardly a surface emotion and if it had been Ashlee would likely have put a stop to everything the moment it entered her mind. It wasn't though and it wouldn't be for quite some time. Instead Ashlee was allowing herself to once again get lost in the selfish pleasures she was enjoying thanks to Carrie's desire to so far give without receiving, to take what wasn't hers just because she could. At the moment it seemed like a good thing as Ashlee felt that familiar feeling continue to build while Carrie's hips continued to drive that wonderful toy in and out like it was natural extension of her sexual being.

God, Ashlee was able to think to herself for just the briefest of moments; it was just so damned good. It was the last clear thought she would have for a good long minute because just as it came into her mind it was replaced by yet another orgasm that crushed her rational mind under the weight of its power and beauty. She was so overcome that she didn't even notice that her screams of wanton pleasure were now somewhat hoarse from dehydration and exhaustion.

And it wouldn't even be the last time she screamed that night because almost as soon as she had recovered she became aware of the fact that Carrie was pulling out of her and roughly guiding Ashlee to get on her hands on knees. She wasn't altogether successful, but she didn't seem all that concerned about it as she grabbed Ashlee's hips and held them up so she could pound Ashlee's now beautifully brutalized cunt from behind as Ashlee allowed her upper body to rest on the sweat soaked comforter until she came once more and again, for the second (or maybe third. she wasn't entirely sure) time that night she seemed to lose consciousness as her brain and body overloaded with pleasure.

God, she could have laid there forever just wallowing in the exhaustion and joy her body felt at that moment, but it just wasn't meant to be. Still, she couldn't really protest when Carrie removed the phallus from Ashlee's pussy and quickly and skillfully undid the buckles before removing the harness and unceremoniously dropping it beside her on the bed. She then rolled Ashlee over and kissed her once again. That kiss turned out to be just another brief respite as Carrie broke away mere seconds later to look deeply into Ashlee's eyes as she whispered in a husky, needy voice "Lick me."

Ashlee knew instantly that those words were not a request, but a command. She also knew just as instantly that even if she could have said no she wouldn't have because despite the tiredness that was even then creeping up on her mind and body she needed to give this temptress who had managed to break through her good sense and loyalty to her lover to find and awaken the needy, weak little slut that she truly felt she was at that moment at least something in return for all the undeserved pleasure she'd experienced at her hands, mouth and even her toys.

No, need wasn't the right word. Ashlee wanted to do it. Despite everything that she knew was right and proper she wanted to embrace this opportunity fully and truly. She wanted to make Carrie come and she wanted to show her that she too could be an animal, a beast that needed to take whatever she could from this beautiful girl whom she'd lusted after ever since she'd met her not really all that long ago.

And that's exactly what she did as Carrie sat up on her haunches and crouched over Ashlee's face burying Ashlee in her crotch making it clear who was truly in control of the situation. Ashlee, of course, only had a fleeting second to process this before Carrie, now fully embracing her own needs for the first time all night, grabbed Ashlee by her hair and forced her mouth hard against Carrie's very wet and very delicious cunt saying "Eat me, goddamn it. Fucking eat my fucking pussy," through clenched teeth with more than a hint of animalistic growl to her voice.

Ashlee did as she was told without even pausing to question it as her hands reached for Carrie's buttocks to grasped and caress the soft, but muscular flesh as she started to devour Carrie with all the energy she had left in her. It wasn't much really, but it didn't seem to matter to Carrie as she began to almost violently hump her pussy against Ashlee's tongue as she spouted curses under her breath to no one in particular not long after Ashlee began. Ashlee didn't mind one little bit and instead just tried her hardest to put even more of herself into the effort and apparently succeeded as Carrie's cursing became more infrequent and instead her vocalizations began to shift to the same grunting, groaning expressions of joy that Ashlee had been uttering only moments before until she came far sooner than Ashlee would have expected, her hand in Ashlee's hair nearly threatening to rip out the lock she was gripping as her other arm slammed against the wall to balance herself, the muscles shaking in exertion even from that small effort as she painted Ashlee's face with her secretions.

Of course, it was hardly a surprise that that one simple orgasm was hardly enough to satisfy Carrie's need as she managed to grind herself against Ashlee's face for one more orgasm until she collapsed on her and urged Ashlee back between her thighs. Ashlee gladly obliged her friend and managed to make her come one last time with her tongue and her fingers before both of them were too spent and exhausted to continue. Instead Carrie guided Ashlee up into a kiss that lasted for a short, but wonderful moment before she rolled Ashlee onto her back and broke it abruptly as she said simply "I gotta pee."

"Oh, okay," was all Ashlee got out before Carrie rolled off of her and basically ran to the bathroom and then she added "You have anything to drink?" and then repeated her question in a slightly louder voice when Carrie responded with a "What?" and then "Oh, yeah, there's like bottled water in the fridge. Help yourself," which Ashlee did and even grabbed one for Carrie before heading back to the bedroom and sitting on the bed to wait for Carrie to come out.

"Awesome," Carrie said when she came out seconds later and saw Ashlee's hand extended with a bottle for her which she quickly opened and downed about half of it just standing there naked looking like the goddess Ashlee now knew with absolute certain that she was before adding in a very unceremonious fashion "You think you're sober enough to drive me back to my car?"

"Oh... umm... yeah, I guess," Ashlee said somewhat stunned by the request, but trying hard not to show it. She quickly realized she wasn't successful when she saw a weird little smile cross Carrie's face which Ashlee quickly looked away from. Not because it was necessarily unkindly, but more because there was just a hint of something like pity behind that smile.

"Ah, were you expecting us to just crash here?" Carrie said in tone that revealed that Ashlee was right in her assessment. Of course, Ashlee ignored the odd feelings that knowledge was eliciting in her as she nodded and gave Carrie permission to continue as she sat down next to Ashlee and kissed her on the cheek as her hand came to rest on Ashlee's knee before saying "I'd love to kiddo, but if I don't get home my girl will fucking kill me and so would Macy. I mean I'm sorry, I'd love to just crash here and wake up and do it again, but I gotta make sure she isn't freaking out and besides I got like no clothes here and I got class and you have practice, but you know, it's not like I won't see you tomorrow, right? I mean, shit, Macy's gotta work tomorrow night, right? So does Angela. We can totally hang, that cool?"