It’ll Never Happen Ch. 03

"Need some help buttercup?" he asked with a slight chuckle after watching her struggle for a few more moments.

Ally nodded and licked her lips in anticipation. Sure she'd seen dicks on the internet, but this was about to be her first real life experience with one. She was nervous.

When James finally got the buckle undone, she eagerly tugged on his jeans. Lifting his ass to assist her, he couldn't help but notice the look of determination on her face. He didn't know what all she was going to do, but she sure as hell looked determined to do it.

Ally couldn't help but gasp when his hardened cock sprung free from his waistband. She eyed it cautiously, almost afraid of it. Tentatively, she reached her hand out and gently gripped it at the base. His cock looked massive in her tiny hands.

"Mmmmmmm," James moaned when her hand finally made contact with it. He wasn't massive, by any means, but he was definitely above average.

She gently started to move her hand up and down his shaft, slowly stroking him and getting used to the feeling of his cock. It had to be at least seven or eight inches she thought. Looking up at James she saw he had his eyes closed and head back so she knew she was doing something right.

Pure passion and lust took over her body and without thinking she slowly leaned in and licked his shaft from bottom to top. James' eyes shot open and he let out a deep moan. His sounds of pleasure motivated her so she kept licking up and down it, swirling her head around the tip like a lollipop. This caused him to moan even louder.

Sure, she'd never done anything like this, but she still knew what to do. Everyone talked about it, and she's watched some porn, so at least she had an idea. She continued to gently pump his shaft while licking and sucking on his head. His breathing got quicker and she renewed her attack. Slowly she started to take more and more of him into her mouth.

She'd heard girls at school talking about deep throating, and she wondered if she could do it. She was slowly taking more and more of him into her mouth, still using her tongue to swirl around his head every time she bobbed her head. James was watching with rapt attention. Ally was making eye contact with him the whole time. That turned him on more than she could ever guess.

"I'm getting close buttercup," he somehow managed to gasp between moans.

She resumed her attack with renewed energy, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life. She'd heard girls talk about swallowing it so Ally decided she was going to try it. Better than making a mess.

"I'M GONNA CUM!" He all but shouted, his body jerking from the stimulations.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned around his cock, bobbing her head faster and faster.

Ally felt his cock start to swell and twitch so she knew that must mean he was close. She was determined. She wanted him to cum. She couldn't fucking wait to feel his load shoot down her throat. She was getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

"I'M CUMMING!" He moaned, trying his best not to shove his cock down her throat.

She shoved her head down as far as she could, trying to get him all the way in. The first rope of his hot cum splashed against the back of her throat as she did her best not to gag on it. It didn't taste bad by any means, she just wasn't used to having something hit her throat like that. His next blast came just as hard but she was ready for it this time and swallowed it with ease.

After 4 or 5 more ropes, James laid his head back panting. It took him a few moments to catch his breath.

"Oh my god Ally," he groaned, "that was amazing."

Sitting back on her heels she smiled down at him.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said, happiness evident in her voice, "I think I found my new favorite thing. Making you cum!"

"Trust me, I think it's my new favorite thing too," he said, still trying to catch his breath from the toe curling orgasm he just had. "My turn!"

"Your turn for what?" she said, only somewhat knowing what he was getting at.

"Lie back."

Ally took James' place on the bed and he crawled on top of her and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster. James couldn't stand to wait another second. He began kissing his way down her neck, leaving a trail from her earlobe to the neckline of her shirt. Slowly he pulled the bottom of the shirt up and over her head.

He'd never seen anything so perfect in his life. Her tits couldn't have been a better size. James wasn't an expert but he guessed they had to be at least a D cup. They were large, but not overly so. Resuming his journey, he kissed down from her collar bone to the tops of her breasts, working his way from one globe to the other, restraining himself from burying his face in her ample cleavage.

As he worked his mouth around her tits, he snaked his hand behind her back and began to fumble with the clasp. Ally, too busy moaning from his attention, didn't even notice he was struggling. Eventually, however, he popped the clasp undone and sat up to watch as she removed the bra teasingly slow.

Ally couldn't get enough of the way he looked at her. Overcome with lust, he dove in and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking it eagerly. Her back arched and she let out a passionate moan.

"OH FUCK!" she cried out, "DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!"

With his mouth still attacking her nipple, he began to tweak the other one between his thumb and forefinger. With his free hand he began to unbutton her jeans and attempted to slide them down. Realizing he wouldn't be able to do it since they were so tight, Ally hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down for him. She was so ready to see what else he would do that she pulled her panties down with them. No time for foreplay she thought.

Using his free hand he ran his finger along her slick labia. James was surprised when he didn't feel any hair. He traced the outer edges until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Quit playing," she pleaded, "touch me."

He didn't need any more invitation. He'd never touched a woman like this before so it was all new to him. He'd seen enough porn and read enough erotica that he had a pretty decent idea of what to do. Starting from the bottom he slowly ran two fingers up her slit causing her to shudder.

James continued his exploration, paying attention to what caused her to moan and watching her body language to see what he was doing right. Ally's eyes were pinned shut and she was constantly moaning. 'I guess I'm doing something right,' he thought.

Lowering his head towards her wet pussy he began to take in her musky aroma. He was intoxicated by the scent. He let his finger tease her soaking hole and moved his face right over her pussy. At the same time he finally plunged his finger in her wet hole, he latched his lips around her clit causing her to scream.

"OHMYFUCKINGGOD!" she yelled, pushing all the words out as one.

James couldn't believe how good she tasted. It's almost like he was getting drunk on her flavor. He started to work his finger in and out, gently curling it upwards to rub her G spot. Her juices were flowing freely now. His tongue was going crazy.

"OH FUCK YES!" She somehow managed to get out, "DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!"

His fingers were pumping furiously, his tongue and lips were working in unison with his digit and he could tell she was getting closer to cumming.

"OH... MY... GOD... YES... FUCK... ME... WITH... YOUR... FUCKING... FINGER... FUCK... I'M... GONNA... CUMMMMMMM!" She yelled as her orgasm came closer and closer.

He could tell she was close. It wouldn't be long now until he'd be lapping up her juices from her sopping hole. Right when he thought she was about to burst, he once more latched onto her clit with his lips and slipped a second finger in her tight pussy.

"UNGGGGG I'M CUMMING!" She moaned.

Watching her ride out her orgasm was the most erotic thing James had ever seen. Watching her face contort into pure ecstasy got him rock hard again despite cumming mere minutes earlier.

In her post orgasmic bliss, she couldn't have been any happier. Laying there with him just felt right. Slowly, each of them started to drift off to sleep still holding on to one another tightly, neither wanting to let go.

**

"Hey buttercup," James said softly, "were about to cross the bridge."

Squinting her eyes against the sun reflecting off the water up ahead, she smiled. She always loved crossing the Mackinaw Bridge. She was asleep a few moments earlier, but now she was happy James had woke her.

The knuckleheads were running their annual convoy up to the U.P. for a week of snowmobiling. Every year at the end of January they all took a week off school to head up. It started when James, being the oldest of the group, got his license when he was 16. They somehow crammed 8 snowmobiles on his gooseneck trailer and crammed all 10 of them into his dad's truck that's only supposed to fit 5. It wasn't comfortable to say the least. But in the years since, they've all gotten their licenses so now they take 4 trucks and 4 trailers.

"Aye dipfuck," James heard over the CB radio mounted under his dash, "Ever get tired of crossing this bridge?"

"Not a chance Donny, not a chance." He heard Tyler reply, on his radio, before James could say anything.

"How 'bout you Bobby?" Donny called out.

"Fuck no," he replied with a chuckle.

"James you still awake up there?" He heard Tyler ask.

"When have I ever slept?" he replied with a laugh, "I just woke Ally up."

By now they were just getting over the water on the bridge, and everyone was looking on in awe. James was up front, Donny behind him, Tyler following Donny and Bobby bringing up the rear. When they hit the part of the bridge where the left lane turns to grate, they all rolled their windows down and stuck their heads out to look through the grate at the water below, despite the biting cold. Even the drivers did it. It was tradition. (For those who have crossed the Mackinaw Bridge, you know the grate I'm talking about. Leave a comment if you also stick your head out and look down. I know I do.)

After crossing the bridge and paying the toll, everyone was getting happier and happier. They were in the U.P. Just as looking through the grate is tradition, so was stopping in St. Ignace at the truck stop there for burgers. They did it every time they crossed the bridge. For all ten of them (even Jackson never missed this trip), this was their favorite time of the year.

The knuckleheads were all sitting at one of the tables in the back, laughing and joking as usual. James sat back and smiled. He loved these kids. He'd do anything for any of them. Ally saw him deep in thought, so she reached over and gave his hand a gentle but reassuring squeeze. He turned to look at her and his heart melted once again. She was everything he could have asked for and so much more.

**

"Welp, you sure fucked that up!" James called out to Tyler with a laugh.

"Yea no shit. That's why we always have you ride point. I couldn't see that damned downed tree under all that snow."

"Nah man I can't always ride point, y'all gotta learn what to watch out for," James said, again with a laugh.

"Yea, well I learned not to run into fallen trees!" Shot back Tyler, now laughing with the rest of them.

They were riding on a back trail, and Tyler had been leading. The lead rider is supposed to make sure the trail is clear for his followers, and as it turns out, Tyler wasn't the best at riding point. He had been cruising along when his sled sank down in some loose powder and clipped the roots of a fallen tree with his ski.

"Nah man don't worry about it," Bobby started, "doesn't look broken anyhow, just stuck."

"Yea true, still, takes time away from our riding."

James let out a chuckle and pulled his tin of Stokers out and passed it around. They had been riding all day, covering about 80 miles. Right then they were just looking for a place to set up camp for the night. Each year they tried to take a different route to the same place. They always started in Seney and ended in Iron River, then they turned around and went back to Seney to load up and head home.

James had welded a storage rack to the back of each sled so they could carry the tents, food, and other camping supplies so they didn't have to buy it as they go.

"Aye, since were already stuck here, why don't we make an early camp and just enjoy the beautiful day?" asked James, already scanning the area for a good spot for camp.

"Fuck it I'm in," called back Donny, and soon everyone else was stating their agreement.

While everyone was pitching their tents and getting set up for the night, James was getting a bonfire going in the center of the clearing. Someone, he wasn't sure who, turned on a speaker and started playing some Garth Brooks and the campsite turned into a party just like that. Beers were cracked, burgers cooked, and everyone enjoyed themselves. As the night died out, James sat alone by the fire, everyone had retired to their tents for the night. James was usually the last one to bed since he sat up to make sure the fire went out before going to bed.

He was lost in his thoughts when he suddenly felt a presence next to him. Without turning to see who it was, he smiled.

"Thought you went to bed."

"Couldn't sleep without you. Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Life," he began. "Does it get better than this? Because if it does, sign me up. Think about it Ally. We're in the middle of the woods with our friends. I have you, and I never thought that would happen. Everything is going so good, I'm scared I'll wake up and it'll all be a dream. I couldn't be happier."

She didn't respond, instead she pulled him to her and kissed him passionately.

"Believe it's not a dream now?"

"One more just to be sure," he said with a smirk.