The LA sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling Los Feliz backyard where the barbecue was in full swing. Ashlee, all 5 feet, 10 inches of her, had been playing volleyball all evening and had just showered and changed, and was now dressed in a tiny denim skirt and a crop top that showcased her toned midriff. Ashlee was a fucking babe, dude.
She stood by a picnic table, her high ponytail swaying as she laughed with her friends. The air was thick with the scent of grilled burgers and the sound of teenage chatter. She held a red solo cup in one hand, the ice clinking as she took a sip of her vodka cranberry. “This party is, like, totally lit,” she gushed, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. “But, like, I’m so ready to bounce. My aunt’s place in West Hollywood is, like, way more chill.”
Her friends nodded absently, their attention already drifting to the next topic. Ashlee scanned the crowd, her gaze landing on a figure standing by the low basket weave fence. Brad. He was tall, his broad shoulders filling out his fitted polo shirt, and his ivy league brown hair freshly styled. He caught her looking and flashed a smile. The dude had rizz and Ashlee’s heart skipped a beat. “Dang, that guy is, like, totes easy on the eyes,” she whispered to her sidekick, Taylor. “I’m gonna go say hi. Wish me luck, babe.”
Swaying her sweet hips, Ashlee made her way across the yard. “Hey,” she said, her voice light and flirty as she approached Brad. “You’re, like, totally new here, right? I’m Ashlee.”
Brad’s smile widened. Brad was cool. He had confidence in spades. “I’m Brad,” he replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve seen you around. Everything about you makes you hard to miss.”
Ashlee laughed, a playful glint in her eye. “Oh, you’re, like, so smooth, dude. But, like, I’m into it. Wanna hang out later? My aunt’s place is in West Hollywood, and it’s almost totally empty. We can, like, chill.”
Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze roaming over her figure. Scoring was easy for him, but this was ridiculous! And she was so fine! “Sounds like a plan. Is it alright if I meet you there in about an hour?”
“Sweet,” Ashlee said, biting her lip. “See you then, babe.”
Brad chuckled to himself. He knew she was into him. Babes were always into him.
An hour later, Ashlee stood in the doorway of her aunt’s spacious Mediterranean revival home, her heart racing as she waited for Brad to arrive. She’d changed into something even more enticing—a tight black leotard that hugged her teen curves, a green satin micro-mini skirt and a pair of stilettos. She was a vision of fuckableness, and she knew it. “This is, like, totally gonna be epic,” she murmured to herself, smoothing her hair.
The doorbell rang, and Ashlee took a deep breath before opening the door. Brad stood there, his presence imposing, his scent intoxicating. “Hey,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. “Welcome to, like, my aunt’s crib. She’s, like, in Paris or whatever, so we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
Brad stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. “Nice place,” he said, his tone low and husky. “But I’m more interested in what’s in it. That is, who’s in it.”
Ashlee’s cheeks flushed, her pulse quickening. “Oh, you’re, like, so bad. But, like, I’m into it. Wanna grab a drink or something?”
Brad shook his head, closing the distance between them. “I don’t want a drink,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want you.”
Before Ashlee could respond, Brad’s lips were on hers, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her close. She melted into him, her body responding to his touch. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and Ashlee found herself matching his desire, her hands tangling his hair as she pressed herself against him.
As the kiss deepened, Brad’s hands began to roam, sliding down her back to cup her volleyball-firm ass. Ashlee moaned into his mouth, her hips instinctively grinding against his. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her, and she let out a gasp. “Dang, Brad, dude,” she whispered, pulling back slightly. “You’re, like, packing serious heat.”
Brad smirked, his gaze darkening with desire. “You have no idea,” he murmured, his hands moving to the straps of her bodysuit. “Let’s see what else you’ve got, little girl.”
Ashlee’s heart pounded as she let him slide the bodysuit off her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her heels, looking like Venus in stilettos! She had that volleyball kind of body, tall, lean, and taut. But her confidence was at war with a sudden surge of 19-year-old nervousness. “So, like, what do you think, stud?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of bravado and uncertainty.
Brad’s eyes rolled over her body, his expression hungry. “I think you’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But I’m not just here to look, Ashlee. I’m here to fuck. I’m here to fuck you, sweetheart.”
Ashlee’s breath caught in her throat as Brad stepped closer, his hands moving to her ass. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a twinge of fear. She’d always been the one in control, the one calling the shots, but something about Brad made her want to surrender. “Okay, babe,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But, like, let’s take it slow, yeah?”
Brad’s smirk returned, his hands tightening on her world-class ass. “Slow isn’t really my style,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “But I’ll make an exception for you. For now. I promise I won’t kill you!”
He led her to the couch, and his intentions were clear. Ashlee’s heart raced as she sat down, her legs spreading lewdly as Brad knelt between them. His hands moved up her thighs, his touch sending shivers through her body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “But I want more than just your pussy tonight.”
Ashlee’s eyes widened. “W-what do you mean, babe?” she asked, her voice shaking.
Brad’s gaze met hers. His expression was intense. “I mean I want your ass, Ashlee,” he said, his voice firm. “I want to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it. Right in the ass!”
Ashlee gasped, her mind racing. She’d never done anything like this before, and the thought both terrified and excited her. “B-but, Brad, babe” she stammered, her hands gripping the edges of the couch. “I’ve never, like, done that before. And, like, your cock is humongous. I'll never shit right again, dude!”
Brad’s smirk returned, his hands squeezing her ass possessively. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, his voice soothing despite the edge in his tone. “I’ll take care of you. You just need to trust me.”
Ashlee bit her lip, her heart warring with her fear. She’d always been impulsive, always lived for the moment, and Brad’s confidence was intoxicating. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll trust you, Brad. But, like, go easy on me, yeah? For fuck’s sake, babe. I'm 19!”
Brad’s expression softened, just a fraction, as he leaned in to kiss her. “I’ll go as easy as I can,” he lied, his lips brushing against hers. “But I’m not making any guarantees.” What he really wanted to do was fucking wreck her sweet ass!
With that, Brad stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress. Ashlee watched, her breath catching in her throat as he revealed his muscular body, his thick, hard cock jutting out from between his legs. Her eyes widened, her fear spiking as she took in the size of him. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her hands clutching the couch cushions. “That is some next-level shit. That’s, like, way bigger than I thought. Have you ever, like, talked to a doctor about that?”
Brad’s smirk returned, his confidence unwavering. “Told you I was packing,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Now, are you ready to take it, or are you gonna keep rattling on?”
Ashlee’s heart pounded, her fear warring with her desire. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but there was something about Brad that made her want to push past her limits. “I’m ready as I’m gonna be,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “But, like, take it slow, okay?”
Brad nodded, his expression softening just a fraction as he moved to stand behind her. “Lean over the couch,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “And relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
Ashlee did as she was told, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as she bent over, her ass exposed. Her 5-feet-10-inch volleyball frame bent over the couch in those stilettos looked like an erotic German photo. Ashley, still believing she was the hottest piece of tail in SoCal, felt Brad’s hands on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Ashlee took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Ready,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Brad’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks as he lined himself up. He jammed two fingers up Ashlee's ass and she cried out like her ass had been intruded by a telephone pole! God, this skank was tight! Ashlee felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, and her breath hitched. “Oh my God, baby,” she whispered, her body tensing. “It’s so super big!”
“Relax, baby,” Brad murmured, his voice soothing. “Just breathe.”
Ashlee closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing as Brad began to push inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, his thickness stretching her in ways she’d never experienced. She felt a sharp sting as he entered her, and she couldn’t hold back a cry. “Brad, it hurts,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “It’s too big. My sweet ass is on fire!”
Brad stilled, his hands tightening on her hips. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “I know it hurts. That's the cost if you're gonna cruise with me!”
Ashlee nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to relax. She felt Brad begin to move again, his cock inching deeper inside her with each slow thrust. His cock felt like a red-hot poker, but it was mixed with a strange, exhilarating pleasure that made her toes curl. “Oh God,” she moaned, her voice laced with a mix of pain and desire. “It’s so big. I won't be able to, like, sit down ever!”
“That’s it, baby,” Brad murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. You’re doing so good.”
Inch by inch, Brad pushed deeper, his cock filling her completely. Ashlee’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as she struggled to adjust to his size. “Brad, I can’t,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “It feels so good, but it’s so much. My asshole is so little! I'm 19! I’m gonna be walking funny for a month!”
Brad’s hands moved to her waist, his thumbs brushing against her skin. “You can take it, baby,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re so tight, so perfect. Just a little more.”
With a final thrust, Brad buried himself to the hilt, his cock pressing against her deepest walls. Ashlee let out a cry, her body arching as the pain gave way to an overwhelming sense of fullness. “Oh my God,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “It’s in. It’s sooo in!”
Brad stilled, his breath ragged as he held himself inside her. “You feel incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “So tight, so perfect.”
Ashlee nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to process the sensations flooding her body. She could feel every inch of Brad’s cock, his thickness stretching her to the fucking max! It was painful, but it was also exhilarating, and she found herself wanting more. “More,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Brad. More!”
With a low growl, he began to thrust, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. Ashlee cried out with each movement, her body responding to his rhythm as the pain gave way to pleasure. “Oh God, Brad,” she moaned, her voice laced with desperation. “Harder. Please, harder. fuck me harder, Daddy!”
Brad’s thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. Ashlee’s cries grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice breathless. Her ponytail was swinging wildly! “Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me like it's your job, baby!”
Brad’s growls filled the room, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. “You’re such a fucking tight bitch,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect. I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fill you with my cum.”
Ashlee’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her orgasm building. “Yes, Brad,” she cried, her voice desperate. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Brad buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Ashlee,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “I’m coming. I’m taking your ass, baby.”
Ashlee’s orgasm exploded, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out, her obscene shouts mingling with Brad’s as he emptied himself inside her, his cum filling her in hot bursts. “Oh God, Brad,” she moaned, her voice breathless. “That was amazing.”
Brad stood still. His breath was ragged as he held himself inside her, his body trembling from the strength of his release. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “Your ass is perfect.”
Ashlee smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure as she leaned her head against the couch. “Thanks, babe,” she said, her voice soft. “That was, like, totally epic.”
Brad gently pulled out, his cock sliding from her with a wet pop. Ashlee winced from the sharp sensation, her ass throbbing as she turned to face him. “You okay?” he asked, as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
Ashlee nodded, her smile widening as she stepped into his arms. “I’m more than okay,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “That was, like, the best ever. But, like, my ass is kinda sore. I ain't gonna be walkin' right for a long while.”
Brad laughed, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her close. “It’ll get better,” he promised, his lips brushing against her forehead. “But I have a feeling this is just the beginning, Ashlee. I’m not done with your ass.”
Ashlee’s heart skipped a beat, her smile growing as she looked up at him. “Oh, really?” she asked, her voice playful. “And what makes you think I’ll let you have another go?”
Brad’s smirk returned. His gaze was intense as he leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth.
Ashlee‘s hands tangled his hair as she leaned into his kiss. “I liked that,” she admitted, her voice soft. “You nearly killed me, but I liked it! But, like next time, maybe we can take it a little slower. My ass is feeling, like, totally annihilated!"
Brad chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “Maybe I’ll annihilate it next time, too,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But for now, let’s just enjoy this little afterglow, yeah? You made me feel like my cock is the boss of your ass!”
Ashlee nodded, her head resting against his chest as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. The night had been intense, overwhelming, and completely unforgettable. And as she stood there in Brad’s arms with an aching ass, she knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning, and her sweet young ass belonged to Brad.
Then Ashlee sweetly whispered, "I'll give you another go, baby!"
