The last month of the year was extremely frigid, so it was nice to find ways to stay warm. Ashlee and I were able to put our heads together and invent a few different ways to do so.

At one point, I actually thought about striking out on my own and leaving home to get an apartment. We had plenty of privacy at Ashlee’s house, but I thought it would be even better to have my own place where she could bunk over if she ever wanted to and we could spend entire nights together. We may not have been officially dating or anything, but we were pretty inseparable for the most part.

The second time that Ashlee and I got physical with each other, I ended up completely naked so the gothic babe could have her way with me. She removed my shirt first, and then she told me she was going to tie my hands together so I couldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to carry out next. At first, I was a little leery of letting her do so since the concept of bondage didn’t appeal to me, but I trusted her with every fiber of my being…so I allowed her to act out her devious fantasy.

I should probably preface this next part by adding that she was wearing some of her sexiest gothic attire: She had on a similar skimpy tank top like the one she had been wearing when she orally pleasured me the first time, and over the top of it was a flimsy, long-sleeved shirt that I could pretty much see through. This time around, instead of the tight leggings she had been wearing before, she had on a short skirt with fishnet stockings that traveled up the majority of her milky thighs. Most importantly, perhaps, was the black choker she had on. Chokers were easily one of my weaknesses and it probably had a bit to do with me giving in to her so hastily.

After Ashlee had me stripped down to my altogether, she pushed me back on her couch and started gyrating her hips in the most seductive dance I had ever seen. She lifted her arms above her head and moved her lithe body like she was burning at the stake of passion. She knocked her hips back and forth and pursed her lips while driving me into a sexual frenzy.

Fortunately, she had bound my hands in front of me and not behind me, so even though it was a bit awkward, I reached for my rising penis and begin jerking on it with both hands as I watched the erotic display before me. I cheered her on with my groans of desire, and after she peeled off both of her tops one at a time, she revealed her perky chest to me. I whooped in joy upon seeing those sharp nipples that could cut through glass.

Ashlee stepped a little closer and rolled down one of the stockings until it was around her ankle. While she was down there, she grabbed on to her calf and then slowly began to rise as she ran her hands over her leg. They passed her knee and went up her thigh…and whether it was intentional or not, she somewhat lifted her short skirt and flashed me a brief shot of her dark, lace panties.

From the same spot I had sat at during our last sexual outing, I watched the gothic babe put on a show that I would’ve paid good money to see if she had asked me to. She knew exactly how to move in order to get me riled up, and if she pressed things too far, I was going to prematurely erupt before we had a chance to do anything further. Of course, I would’ve sucked it up and gone for a second round, but within seconds, I could see that Ashlee had other ideas.

I watched in joyous anticipation as Ashlee danced her way up to me and stuck her revealed right leg between both of mine. She then pushed my legs open by bashing her knee first into my left, and then into my right. She was sending a message that she wanted me to open wide for her.

Brushing her hair out of her face with one hand, the raven-tressed stunner dropped down before me and pressed her tits together before giving me a pixieish smile and reaching forward for my cock. She firmly grasped it and began squeezing while moistening her lips with her tongue.

I made myself comfortable and sat back as I beheld the gothic chick begin giving me head for the second time. We had the lights dimmed to match the mood, but I could still clearly see each and every movement that sent shivers down my spine. My dick hardened as Ashlee cast her magic spells on it, and just as she had done the first time, she began forcing the entire erect length down her gullet. I could hear her gag reflex as she took my bulk, and I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

I know she just wanted to impress me, but I truly didn’t want her doing anything that made her uncomfortable. Maybe she was actually enjoying what she was doing, but I wasn’t exactly sure…which was why I decided to speak up and asked if we could do something a little different.

Ashlee pulled herself off my meat and wiped her mouth off while giving me a few extra tugs. She tried to remain focused on me as she asked in a deeply feminine voice, “What did you have in mind…stud?”

To be honest, I actually didn’t have anything in mind. I had just wanted to divert her from going too far and hurting herself, so I came up with something on the spot as I held my hands up and asked, “Could you untie me first?”

One of Ashlee’s eyebrows rose as she sneakily looked me over and wondered what I had in mind. I assumed she enjoyed being in control, and I don’t think she wanted to relinquish her hold on me so quickly.

“Please?” I pressed as I thought about something that would keep the wild heart intrigued. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

I think my words had somehow captivated the goth chick as she finally agreed to my request and reached forward to unbind me. Once I was free, I thanked her and sprang to action immediately.

Before Ashlee could even entertain the idea of climbing back to her feet, I stood up before her and placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her down. My dick flopped about in front of her as I did so and seemed to serve as the distraction I needed before I placed my other hand on her other shoulder and gingerly forced her down further so she’d be in a w-sitting position. When the dark-haired babe glanced up at me, I could see a carnal appetite blazing in her eyes.

I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my cock so that my thumb was over the base. I then stepped forward and thumped the staff against the side of Ashlee’s face a few times…and realized she liked what I was doing far more than I had been anticipating. When I had devised my last-minute plan to trick her into untying me, I had intended to see if she would let me titty-bang her while she remained on her knees. After seeing how much she enjoyed having my meat plopped across her face, though, I decided to try something else.

Ashlee played along with what I was doing and opened her mouth as she tried to snatch up my flailing prick, and she managed to touch it a few times with her tongue as I told her it would be cheating to utilize her hands. As I continued to rub my dick across one side of her face, I realized I almost poked her in the eye, so I pulled back and apologized even though I hadn’t done anything…but she fell back into her dominating persona and told me to return to what I had been doing. I complied, but not in a way she had been expecting.

I grabbed on to the smokin’ female’s head with my left hand as I held my pulsating shaft in my right. I angled it toward her mouth and fed it into the oral orifice after she opened wide. I pushed it in so that her right cheek puffed out and looked swollen. I repeated this action a few times before noticing that one of her hands had gone downward and under her skirt. I’m fairly certain she was touching herself while taking my length.

As our passion heightened, I realized that the dark eyeliner Ashlee had put on was starting to run. The tears that had formed in her eyes earlier had started it, and when I had rubbed my cock across her face, I had intensified the situation. Maybe it makes me a pig for saying so, but I thought it looked hot…and I wanted to cum on her face again. I refrained from doing so and held my urges in as she continued to indulge in my tip pressing against the inside of her cheek.

Ashlee moved her head ever so slightly so she could again begin sucking my dick normally. She allowed me to thrust myself forward and back as she began using both of her hands to titillate her damp genitalia below. She was really getting into the spirit of things, and I wondered how loud her squeaks would’ve actually been had my cock not been crammed halfway down her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I accidentally swore as I felt stimulation course throughout my entire body. I think my curse word sent a furor of emotions shooting through Ashlee’s very core also as she worked harder to devour more and more of my dick. If I can be a little vulgar, she really knew how to slob a knob.

I took my left hand off Ashlee’s head and reached down so I could grope one of her tits. I gave it a few squeezes before pinching her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Upon doing so, I felt myself reaching my height of sexual excitation like I had before. I was ready to explode.

“Ashlee!” I tried to keep my voice down as I beat my meat with my right hand. “I’m…going to cum!”

Remaining in the “W” position, Ashlee pulled her hands out from under her skirt and planted them on the floor. She let her head drop completely back and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She squinted her eyes since she wanted to see me erupt without getting too much of my fluids in her orbs.

I started jerking my rod in the direction of the target Ashlee presented me with as I stood to the dark-haired hottie’s right. Looming over her, I cranked away on my cock and let out a few grunts as I readied myself for what was sure to be a glorious orgasm. When I glanced downward, I could see that the gothic babe seated below me had puffed out her chest in such a way that made her enticing mounds and pointy nipples look all the more provocative. I wanted to cover her in cream.

As she waited for me to blow my load, Ashlee placed one of her hands under her skirt again and must’ve been fingering herself. She started moaning with her mouth still hanging open as she waited for me to detonate. She didn’t have long to wait.

A low howl escaped from my lips as I jacked my veiny shaft and began firing strings of semen down at the goth chick’s open mouth. My first few blasts missed their mark and landed on her face and neck, but the fourth and fifth shots dribbled into her orifice. There was a little more power behind the next few bursts again, and they ended up covering Ashlee’s beautiful tits.

As the last few spurts ejaculated from my tip, I watched as Ashlee began swirling my cum around in her mouth while moving her tongue around the outer edges of her mouth. She licked her lips and wanted to chug more of my love-mix.

“Oh, shit,” I inadvertently cursed again as I fell back on the couch and gave myself a few final tugs. “That was so fucking hot, Ashlee!” The second curse was on purpose.

Ashlee responded by plucking the globules of cum off her body and holding them high above her head. She let the sticky strings ooze down from her fingers as she tried her best to catch them in her mouth. She managed to succeed with a few of them, but one landed on her left cheek and caused her to erupt in violent laughter. She fell back onto the floor and playfully kicked her feet about since she had enjoyed herself so much.

I watched the goth babe having fun as she rolled about the floor while not caring if any of my man-milk dribbled onto the carpet. I smiled at her happiness as I corrected my last statement and stated, “You’re fucking hot, Ashlee!”

“You know it!” The dark-haired babe playfully responded. She sat up ever so slightly as she eyed me like a piece of meat and informed me, “You’re not half bad yourself, you piece of man-candy! You sure know how to keep a girl warm on a cold, winter’s night!”

I laughed as both of us did our best to catch our collective breath after the hot action.

                    *

About three weeks from the end of the year, Ashlee wanted to know if I’d come over and watch another pugilistic event with her on television. It was a day I had to work at the bookstore, but fortunately, we closed by six…and since the show started at seven, I could close the store down, rush home, shower, and be to Ashlee’s place before the first bell rang if I was quick about it.

I made it with a few minutes to spare, and she was stoked for the line-up of matches. Personally, I was more excited to see her than the fights. I used the event as an excuse to get close to her, and when the first contest was underway, we snuggled up as she started yelling at the TV when the fighter she was rooting for ended up on the receiving end of a beating.

Ashlee was looking especially hot on that particular night. It goes without saying that she was a stunner under any conditions, but something about the way she was dressed and her overall demeanor just had her looking more exhilarating than usual. I couldn’t explain it since she just seemed to exude enthusiasm. Maybe the braided pigtails had a little something to do with it also.

By the time the second match was underway, the gothic chick to my right was really getting into the spirit of things. She was becoming a little rowdy herself as she cheered for the action on the television set, and at one point, she glanced over at me and even threw out a challenge when she stated, “I bet I could take you in a one-on-one contest!”

I chuckled in response while somewhat accepting the challenge. “You think so, huh?”

The sexy young woman stood up while continuing to stare down at me as she smiled in a crooked manner. “You may look and feel pretty tough,” she slyly said while reaching down and running a hand over my pectorals, “But I know I could outsmart you!”

I glanced up at the devious vixen and replied, “Well, if you’re so confident, maybe we should have our own impromptu match.”

“I like the sound of that,” Ashlee said as she started bouncing back and forth to warm herself up. She playfully added, “And after I win, I can prove that I’m superior to you once and for all!” She flexed one of her arms to show her definition. She didn’t have much in the way of muscle, but she didn’t need it. She was ravishing nonetheless.

I started to push myself to my feet as I thought about how fun it would be to playfully tussle with Ashlee and roll around on the floor with her. Of course, I would have to be gentle and let her win, but I was going to have fun in the process.

When I noticed that the gothic babe was grabbing one end of the small coffee table she kept in front of her couch for snacks and to set other things on while gaming, I took the other end and helped her move it out of the way so neither of us bumped into it while messing around. The space in her living/gaming room was fairly commodious, but there would still be a bit of furniture to contend with. Then again, it’s not like we were going to have a full-blown wrestling match. We were just going to goof around and would probably end up getting sweaty together.

After things were moved out of the way, I was somewhat caught off guard when I turned and saw Ashlee stripping off her shirt and tight pants. When she was down to nothing but her black bra and matching panties, she looked me over and asked, “Well? Are you going to disrobe?”

“What? Are we naked wrestling?”

“You can’t wrestle in your clothes, silly!” she responded in a tone that made it sound like I was being lectured. “Something could rip and they’ll just get in your way! Why do you think the guys on the shows are always running around half naked?” She paused before adding, “Besides, you don’t want to get all sweaty in your clothes and then go outside later in the dead of winter! You’ll come down with pneumonia!”

I cracked a smile while I started to peel off my shirt. I went back to something she had previously said as I inquired, “Is that why you like this stuff so much? All the half-naked guys?”

“It suits them better than wrestling in jeans and long-sleeved shirts!” she responded. She eyed me like a piece of meat again and added, “But if it makes you feel any better, I’d take you over them any day of the week!”

“Aw, thanks,” I said, and actually meant it even though it probably came out sounding somewhat sarcastic. I was in the process of unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper when Ashlee caught my attention yet again.

“Before we start, though, I think we should lay down a few ground rules.”

“Like what?” I asked while pulling my jeans down. “No low blows, right?”

Once again, the look on the young woman’s face looked almost devious as she told me, “Well, no hitting below the beltline. As far as blowing…”

I could see what the little vixen was doing: She was going to give me a boner before we even started tussling so I could barely move. It seemed like I was already being struck below the beltline!

“It goes without saying that we can’t do anything sneaky or underhanded,” Ashlee then proceeded with the rules. “However, I feel that if we’re going to compete, there should be some kind of prize.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, thinking the idea was sound. “I can get behind that. What did you have in mind? Loser buys the winner a meal or something?”

“Um, I had something a lot better in mind.”

I could plainly see where the gothic babe’s dirty mind was going…and I liked it. Even though I had fooled around with Ashlee in the past and even given her a front full of cream on a couple of occasions, it was still a little awkward to speak my mind aloud. Maybe it was the modesty I had grown up having, but I scratched the back of my head as I finally mumbled, “Maybe each of us should get to pick our prize?”

“Sounds good to me,” Ashlee said with a nod. “How about you go first. If you win, what do you get from me?”

It was funny the way the dark-haired stunner baited me with saying it first. She knew exactly what was on my mind, and it had been her idea all along…yet she still had me bringing it up out loud. “Um, if I win, I think you should…well, you know.” My penis could be seen floundering beneath my boxers.

Ashlee crossed her arms over her black bra and deviously smiled. “No, I don’t think I do. You better tell me what you want, or you won’t get any kind of reward for winning…if you do in fact pull off the upset of the century and beat me.”

The cute, little minx had me right where she wanted me. I knew it was going to make her giddy with excitement when I finally came right out with it, and when I said the words, it certainly had her looking triumphant. “If I win, you have to give me one of your incredible, world-class blowjobs!”

“Deal!” Ashlee responded while grinning from ear to ear. She then started to pace back and forth from where she stood about four feet away from me as she said, “And if I win, I think I’ll have to have you do something to me…”

She was purposely making me wait because she knew that by doing so, she was just making me all the more antsy. She loved seeing me squirm…and I was doing exactly that.

“If I win,” the black-haired beauty slyly went on while letting me have a view of the way her buns looked while sauntering in her black panties, “I think I’ll have you do something you’ve never done to me before. Hmm…let me think.” She tapped a finger to her chin even though the proposition had been clear to her from the start. She then came to a stop and gazed directly into my eyes while snapping her fingers. “I have it! If I win…you have to eat my pussy out until I cum!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Again, I knew that Ashlee had been planning this all along, but to hear her say the words…it blew my mind. In a way, I think she may have been trying to test me at the same time because it’s common knowledge that not all guys enjoy going down on women. At that point in my life, I had had a few friends tell me about some pretty horrendous experiences they had endured while doing so…but I honestly didn’t think that would be the case with Ashlee. I adored this woman and everything about her, so I wasn’t afraid to orally pleasure her. In fact, I was really looking forward to it because let’s be honest: There was no way I was going to try to win. I wanted to let her come out on top…in more ways than one.

I nodded my agreement after the dirty words finally registered in my mind. We had the ground rules pretty much set…except for how we would kick things off. “So, how should we start this?”

From where she stood four feet away from me, the smiling stunner dropped down and sat on her knees. “I think we should both get in a sitting position, and when we’re ready, we’ll lock up and go from there! After that, we’ll go until someone is clearly pinned or gives up!”

Before joining Ashlee on my knees, I took a step forward and placed my hand out for her to shake. “May the best man – or woman – win!”

Ashlee radiantly smiled and took my hand in hers to show her good sportsmanship. She then watched as I dropped into position, and before she said anything about being ready to go, she somewhat changed her mind and said, “How about we just go until someone gives up instead? I have a feeling that we’ll be doing a lot of pinning each other to the ground, so that would only serve to make the match too short.”

I agreed to the new rule while completely ignoring what was going down on the television set. I’m pretty sure Ashlee no longer cared about the event either.

“Ding, ding!” The energetic female then shouted, and we both cautiously crept toward one another until my female challenger hugged her arms around me and tried to take me down. Under normal circumstances, I could’ve easily fought out of her grasp, but I wasn’t about to be stupid enough to do so. I let her throw me down on the carpet so she could mount me.

Ashlee sat on my abs and held my wrists down to the floor. She stared down into my eyes as her braided pigtails nearly touched me. She had the wickedest smile on her comely face as she playfully sneered, “I told you I was going to come out on top! It’s a good thing for you that we nixed the pinning rule because I’d have you beaten already!”

I laughed since I could see how much fun the goth girl was having. Hell, we had just started and I was having the time of my life also. I was stoked to see where this daring little adventure was going to take us.

Ashlee’s pelvis slid back closer to mine, and it didn’t take long for her to feel my aroused organ beneath her black panties. We both had undergarments protecting our naughty bits, but it was obvious that we were exciting one another. “You’re not even trying!” she accused while making herself comfortable.

I decided to catch her completely off guard by “attempting to escape.” I forced my pelvis up…and it lifted her into the air. Her face showed her surprise and she could clearly feel my erection thumping beneath her. If I had to guess, I’m pretty sure she liked it.

After realizing what I was doing, the goth chick tried to force her weight back down on me. She did her best to push me back to the floor by utilizing her vaginal area – as funny as that may sound – and she might have succeeded…if I hadn’t changed things up on her again.

I caught my opponent unprepared a second time when I lifted my head toward hers and planted my lips on her mouth. Again, it was something that never would’ve happened in a typical wrestling match, but our contest was much different from what anyone would ever see on a televised fight. In a way, I was beginning to play dirty in order to throw my provocative rival off.

Ashlee wasn’t ready for the kiss so it succeeded in throwing her off just as I had planned. It allowed me to take the advantage, and when she released her hold on me, I reached around her waist with my hands that were once again free and hugged her close while rolling over. I was now on top and planned to take full advantage of it.

“Give up?” I playfully taunted while pressing my body close to hers. I’m sure she could feel how stiff I was since we were smooshed together. I even decided to get a little dirty as I gibed, “You can throw in the towel right now and I could have my dick out for you in two seconds!”

“As tempting as that offer is,” Ashlee huffed from where I held her steady, “I was really looking forward to having my muff licked!” Those naughty words were all it took to throw me off my game.

Ashlee was again in control as she reached forward and started tickling me. That’s right: I’m ticklish and it seems like every female friend I ever make finds out about it within minutes of knowing me. No matter what happens, my weakness is always discovered and exploited in some way or another.

“Not fair!” I called out as I fell back and was taken completely advantage of. “Foul!”

“There are no fouls in wrestling!” Ashlee reminded me. “Well, at least not in the kind of wrestling we’re performing!” The dark-haired hottie continued to tickle-torture me as she had me at her mercy on the floor.

I wasn’t sure how Ashlee’s parents didn’t hear us hooting and hollering down in that basement. Sure, there was a chance that they were in their bedroom that sat on the opposite side of the house on the upper floor, but we were still being fairly loud without meaning to be. Still, I guess a TV could’ve drowned us out, or even the insistent back-and-forth conversation they could have been indulging in. Or, and as unlikely as this sounds, maybe they were just like Ashlee had told me and didn’t care to interfere in their daughter’s life. Regardless, had that been my daughter in the basement and I had heard the noises we were making…

I endured the most intense tickle-torture of my life as I rolled about wondering how badly Ashlee’s parents would kill me if they caught me tussling about on the floor with their daughter in my underpants. I didn’t want to think about Mister Belle taking me out to the garage with a hammer in one hand and a chainsaw in the other.

“Give up, yet?” Ashlee asked since she thought she had things well in hand. “My pussy’s getting ready to gush!”

In order to combat the tickling, I reached up and grabbed on to both of the brown-eyed woman’s boobs. I managed to slip one hand under the cup of her bra on her left side, and I started squeezing as I hoped to off-balance my opponent a bit. I saw that she had taken a liking to what I was doing, and before she could bat my hands away, I slipped them both behind her and started undoing her boulder-holder. Unfortunately, she was able to get away from me before I completely unsnapped it…but I did succeed in freeing the one boob from its confinement. As we distanced ourselves from each other to regain our bearings, I could see that it was hanging out of her bra…and she wasn’t bothering to tuck it back in.

For the briefest of instants, I considered whipping my hard dick out to serve as a distraction against my feisty rival. I thought that seeing my erect member flail about would serve to divert her so I could maybe take her down with a boob-lock and then maybe give her some of her own medicine with some tickling. It might have worked…but I got a little too caught up in staring at the exposed breast and pretty much fell into my own trap.

Ashlee rushed me with a maneuver similar to a double leg takedown that had me down on my keister. I should’ve been focusing on what was going on, but I was caught daydreaming about the beautiful titty while debating on whether or not to whip my dick out. I deserved to lose for my indiscretion.

Ashlee’s sleek body pressed up against mine, and I could feel her hard, exposed nipple poking me in the rib cage as she reached for my boxers and began groping for the bump underneath. She was resorting to dirty tactics as she squeezed my genitals in her right hand…but I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked it. I enjoyed it even more when she managed to snake her hand through the fly so she could actually grab my shaft and start pulling on it.

I lay on the floor under the heel of the gothic babe as she dominated me. She had me right where she wanted me…and it’s hard to say that I wasn’t where I wanted to be. She continued to violently jiggle away and believed she had me in her complete power…until I was able to finally catch her and get her bra unhooked. She tried to back away, but I was able to get it off her.

“How dare you!” she playfully called out as she covered her chest with her arms. “Talk about a foul!”

“I thought there were no fouls in this kind of wrestling?” I asked my comically perturbed opponent as I dangled her black brassiere in one hand. I continued to bait her with the undergarment as I suggested, “Maybe we should change the rules to the first person to strip the other completely wins? We’d technically be on a level playing field…”

“Changing the rules in the middle of a match?” Ashlee asked. “That sounds like…” Before she could finish her sentence, she darted forward and grabbed at my shorts. She was able to tug the back of them down about an inch and must’ve revealed the top of my ass crack in her attempt to cheat.

“Playing dirty, huh?” I asked with a laugh as we locked up and jockeyed for position. I was able to grab on to the side of Ashlee’s panties and tugged them upward. I wished I had been standing at an angle that would’ve allowed me to see her backside because I’m sure the wedgie I was giving her would’ve looked hot.

We lewdly fooled around back and forth trying to pants the other as our bodies intertwined around each other. We probably stumbled about with our hands all over one another for about ten seconds before collapsing to the floor in a pile of arms and legs. We were laughing and having a great time, and it was my turn to take full advantage of the situation by using my strength to place the giggling female over one of my knees. I was able to then get Ashlee’s panties down just enough on the backside to reveal her amazing hindquarters, and I promptly began to spank her as I told her how naughty she was. I thought she would instantly start calling foul again, but I think she actually ended up liking it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it, too.

When I finally relinquished my hold on the gothic babe, she scampered out of my hold on all fours and distanced herself from me as she looked me over. She didn’t even bother pulling the backside of her panties back up. Her cheeks continued to hang out as she pointed in my direction and said, “I’ll get you back for this!”

I wanted to see what she had in mind, so when she bum-rushed me out of the blue, I let her tackle me to the ground. We rolled about a little more, but then she ended up in my grasp all over again. My back was on the floor and her back was to my chest as I hugged my arms around her and held her captive. Her skin was starting to glisten even more under a soft layer of sweat, and I could feel my boner poking into her lower-right butt cheek from where she was positioned on me.

“You’re cheating!” she accused me since I was in control.

“How so?” I asked. I never received an answer because my right hand had found its way downward…and I started rubbing the outside of her panties. Instead of receiving a retort as to how I was a dirty swindler, I instead received impassioned squeals as I furiously moved my fingers back and forth over her lower feminine area. As I continued to do so, I started to notice that my fingers were getting wet. I was apparently stimulating my rival more than I realized.

I’m not sure how long we tussled in that position and for her long I rubbed Ashlee’s vagina. I know that the more I did it, the more I liked it…and I know she was thinking the same. In fact, I was having so much fun that I decided I wanted to take things one step further, so since I was well aware of the fact that Ashlee would never complain, I worked my way under her panties in order to continue stimulating her clit.

It was my turn to let out a low moan in her right ear when I passed over a small patch of pubic hair before reaching her labia. My middle finger was the first to slip into her damp crease, and then I started moving my hand back and forth as we both closed our eyes and took in the full extent of the moment. I’m not sure which of us ended up squawking louder.

With my free hand, I suddenly reached around and covered Ashlee’s mouth as I realized I was being rather loud too. I didn’t think her parents would hear either of us since we weren’t exactly shouting, but I simply whispered into her ear and warned, “We should probably be a little careful so we’re not overheard.”

She nodded her agreement as I pulled my hand away from her mouth. At the same time, I pulled my other appendage out of her panties. Realizing she was free of my hold, the black-tressed stunner told me, “Maybe it would be a good idea to ease up a bit.” She then climbed off me so she could let me up.

I started to climb to my feet after Ashlee was back on hers…only to find that she had set me up. Before I was even halfway up, she was instantly back on me and fumbling for my boxers. There was nothing I could do to prevent her from getting them, and before I even fully realized what was going on, my boxers were around my ankles and I was standing nude before the black-haired beauty.

“Ha!” Ashlee called out in victory as she threw her fists in the air and jumped up and down while cheering. Her breasts bounced with her as she announced, “I win! You’re naked!”

I let out a sigh as a way of showing that I was disappointed in the loss…but in reality, I didn’t really mind. Right from the start, I had planned on letting the goth babe win because not only did I want her to savor the sweetness of success, but because I was all for giving her the victory “lap” she deserved…and by that, I mean that I wanted to lick her pussy raw after seeing it for the first time.

Ashlee stood a few feet from me as she placed her thumbs under the sides of her panties while cocking her head. “To the victor go the spoils! You’re not welshing on our deal, are you?”

“Of course not,” I told her as I shook my head and assured her I would play by the rules. “You won fair and square. You’ve earned your reward.”

Ashlee smiled and nodded once. “Damn straight!” she exclaimed, and instead of grabbing one of my hands, she grasped me by the pecker and started leading me toward her bedroom. I found it funny the way she did so, but was also careful to keep up with her so nothing important ended up getting hurt by being pulled in an awkward fashion.

“Where are we going?” I then queried even though I already knew the answer. I was just curious if there was a reason why we were going into her bedroom instead of staying in the living room where the fighting event was still being broadcast on TV. As I followed her, I watched those wonderful, exposed buns bounce with her panties just under them.

“We’ll be more comfortable in my room,” Ashlee informed me as she led the way in. “Besides, you seem paranoid about my parents, so this way, we’ll be behind another closed door.”

Not only could I get behind her idea, but I had to admit that I felt honored that she would give up watching her important fighting event that I knew she looked forward to just to be with me. I was beaming with pride and I’m not even sure if she noticed.

Once we were in her room and she had the door closed, she ran past me and lunged onto her bed. She looked so playful as she rolled about, and she commanded me to come closer. I did so, but when I was at the foot of her bed, she stopped me from climbing on. I wondered what she had in mind…and she quickly showed me by raising her legs in the air from where she lay on her back so she could slide her panties off her long limbs.

I stared in awe at what met my eyes. Her lower regions were sinfully fantastic. I had first seen her butt again because of the angle I was at, but after she tossed the black panties to the floor, she lowered her legs and then spread them apart. She revealed her incredible pink to me and I could clearly see the small upside-down triangle of black hair right above her clit. She reached down and ran a hand over it to further tempt me. She had the most glorious pair of “outie” lips.

“Come on over now!” She invited me as she patted the spot on the bed right in front of her pussy. I could see that a very small wet spot was already forming on the comforter directly below her.

With my eyes on the prize, I crawled onto the bed on all fours. When I was only a foot away from the wickedly delightful genitalia, I felt my mouth water as I tried to imagine what Ashlee would taste like. I won’t try to pretend that I wasn’t a little bit afraid of what was about to happen. I had just as many things buzzing through my mind as I did through my groin…

What if I wasn’t any good at orally stimulating a female? It wasn’t something I had ever tried before with the few other women I had been with, and there was a very real possibility that I would suck at it. If I was horrible, would Ashlee work with me and teach me how to improve…?

Also, I couldn’t help but be a little afraid that I wouldn’t enjoy doing it just as some of my friends had warned me of in the past. What if I took a lick of her scrumptious-looking genitalia…only to find that the taste wasn’t something I could stomach? There’s no way I could say anything because it would hurt her feelings, but if I tried to work through it, she would be too smart to not catch on that I wasn’t enjoying myself.

I tried my best to convince myself that I was only working myself up for no reason. As I leaned over her immaculate front hole, the sweet scent of her tantalizing pussy wafted up to my nostrils…and it was pure ecstasy. If she tasted half as good as she smelled, I wouldn’t have a problem eating her out.

“Have you ever done this before?” Ashlee casually asked as I lowered my head closer to her gash.

I preferred being honest with people, so I hoped she wouldn’t find it silly when I answered, “Nope. You’re the first one I’ve done this with.”

The dark-haired beauty smiled as she pushed her breasts together to further stimulate me. “Good answer. I suppose when you do it, I won’t expect too much.”

I could tell from the tone in her voice that Ashlee was just joking around, but she had no idea how close she was to interpreting my feelings perfectly. I was fairly certain that no matter how hard I tried, she wasn’t going to feel nearly as fulfilled with what I accomplished as I felt after she had orally pleasured me.

“I’m only kidding around!” The brown-eyed vixen tried to reassure me as she stared down at me from between her long, smooth legs. “Now, get to work, will you? I want to collect my just deserts!”

After hearing the desperation edged in her voice, I turned my sights toward her quivering pussy again. I could see it surging in anticipation, and as I licked my lips, I prepared myself for what came next…and when I stuck my tongue between those juicy lips for the first time, I do believe in my heart and soul that I savored the flavor of the very heavens above.

I apologize if my description sounds blasphemous in any way, but to try recounting in words what the slit between Ashlee’s legs actually tasted like is something our written language could never depict without making up entirely new words.

At first, I placed my hands on Ashlee’s inner thighs as I tried to get some kind of rhythm going, but the more I lapped up her sweet juices, the more turned on I became. I had to reach down and begin yanking on myself, and as I did so, I noticed something else going on…

I glanced up from the pulsating pussy for only a few seconds and saw Ashlee practically convulsing on her bed. Her eyes were tightly closed as she fiddled with her tits while moaning. I’m not sure if the stimulation coursing through her body came from what I was doing to her or from what she was doing to herself, but I went right back to burying my face between her legs so I could continue my work.

“Oh, FUCK!” The gothic chick suddenly exploded as she reached down and grabbed the backs of her legs while I twiddled away in her puss. “Don’t fucking stop, Marcus! Keep going! Oh…FUCK!”

I’ll be the first to admit that some things aren’t always obvious to me, but I’m fairly certain that on my first outing in the world of muff-diving, I had been thus far successful. If Ashlee was acting, she was doing a damn fine job and needed to consider a career in theatre or the movies.

Things began to heat up as I started jerking my dick even harder while listening to the young woman repeatedly start to squeal my name over and over to the point where she couldn’t even get the entire thing out. She was trying her best to say “Marcus,” but she could only get as far as “Marc.”

Ashlee went back to just repeatedly dropping the f-bomb again and again until I joined her in doing so. The only difference between the way we were pronouncing it was that she was saying it so quickly that she was practically tripping herself up over it…while I was letting it linger as I stretched it out. “Fuuuck,” I muttered in between gulps of the sopping wet pussy before me.

I continued to do my best and I think I was doing pretty swell as Ashlee started thrashing about a little more violently. I lost track of the time as I continued tongue-punching her wet crevasse until she urgently ordered me to back away. At first, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to, but I wasn’t about to be the kind of guy who didn’t let up when a woman asked, so I sat back on my knees…just in time for her to explode in a squirting mess of liquid delight.

As previously stated, I was not as “well-traveled” as some of my other friends at this stage in my life, so I had never actually seen a woman squirt before. To this day, some of the few male buddies I’m still in contact with have told me stories about their sexual exploits and admitted to either never seeing it happen, or seeing it in such a manner that it was truly nothing special. For me, that moment on Ashlee’s bed was pure magic.

The raven-tressed hottie let out a piercing scream that had to be heard throughout the entire neighborhood as she practically sprayed the ceiling, the wall, and the mirror behind me. Some of her love juice splashed against me in the initial blast, and when she fell onto her side while convulsing, she reached down with one hand and started vigorously rubbing herself…and let out another powerful burst that could’ve knocked me off the bed if it had made contact with me. I kind of wished it had because it was one of the most jaw-dropping scenes I had ever witnessed in my entire life…and remains so to this day.

I didn’t even think about getting caught after Ashlee’s siren call echoed throughout the room. I couldn’t focus on the rest of the world since my attention was so fixated on the gushing goodness happening right before my very eyes. I couldn’t believe that my tongue work had caused what was going on in front of me. I deserved a pat on the back.

As the next few spurts from the young woman weakened a bit and only shot a few inches into the air before coming down on her bed, I could no longer hold back: I let Ashlee know what was about to happen by saying, “Oh, shit! Ashlee…I’m gonna cum!”

The dark-haired beauty was so caught up in her own wet orgasm that she could barely speak. She was trying to order me to come up to her side of the bed so I could cum on her face, but she struggled getting the words out.

I could tell that Ashlee was trying to straighten herself out after all the wriggling around she had done. I started making my way toward the other end of the bed on my knees as she moved her legs out of the way, but I only made it so far before I felt that familiar tingling that signified I only had about a second. From the young woman’s right side by her midsection, I grasped on to my erect pole and began ferociously tugging at it as I aimed it at her breasts.

“Shower me in your hot cum!” Ashlee ordered me as she fingered the dripping hole between her legs. “I want your fucking cum on me, Marcus!”

I complied as I let out a howl and fired my first salvo. The first blast went clear over her body and almost overshot the bed. The next few spurts left lines of semen over her left breast and abdominal area, and by the time I was on my fifth shot, I had repositioned myself in order to fire up toward her face. When that happened, I was able to get a few shots up by her chin. The rest of it went as far as her soft bosoms. By the time I was almost done, I stood up on my knees and grunted as I held my potent piece over her and let the last few droplets dangle onto her belly.

“Fuckin’ right, Marcus!” Ashlee called out in delight as she ran a finger over her chin and collected what jism she could. She then licked it off the digit and delighted in the taste before saying, “That was the fucking HOTTEST I’ve ever felt in my entire life!” She laughed before adding, “I’ve had some GREAT masturbation sessions in my time, but until I met you…I’ve never even come close to feeling like a woman the way you’ve made me feel!”

I should’ve felt revitalized by her words, but instead, I came off as “that” guy. I didn’t want to be a buzzkill, but now that the fun was over, my first thought went to the fact that we had been rather loud and had more than likely alerted her parents to the fact that something was going on that they should come down and check on. She was always so convinced that they would never butt into her business, but there was no way they wouldn’t have realized what had just transpired in their basement. When I aired my grievances, she responded much as she had before and simply rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be such a worrywart, Marcus,” the raven-tressed stunner tried to calm my nerves as she continued to admire the cum I had launched onto her body. “They know I get a little wild when I watch my fighting events.”

“Are they truly going to think that the scream you let out was over a couple of guys tussling around?” I asked since I was still apprehensive.

“Hey, you’re killing the moment here, Marcus!” The vision of hotness retorted. “Do you ever want to blow a load of jizz on me again?”

I nodded since there wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t want to.

“Then quit being such a killjoy and listen to me,” Ashlee said as she threw her legs over the side of her bed so she could get up. I assumed she was going to make her way to her bathroom to clean herself off, but I noticed her suddenly get a little wobbly after standing up. I was at her side faster than a bolt of lightning.

“Are you all right?” I quickly queried, concerned for her well-being. Our wet, naked bodies were pressed up against one another.

“Whoa,” the brown-eyed beauty said as she used me for support. Once she had her bearings, she glanced at me and smiled as she said, “I think my body was just a little woozy after having the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had! I was a little dizzy for a moment, but what we just did…that’s never happened to me before!”

I gazed directly into her eyes with nothing but worry for her.

“Oh, stop!” Ashlee tried to convince me that she was all right since she could tell how fretful I was for her. “I’m totally fine, Marcus! Like I said, I’ve never erupted like a fucking geyser before! I should’ve expected being a little muddleheaded when I got up!”

“I’d feel better if you let me walk you to the bathroom,” I told her. If something untoward happened to her, I never would’ve forgiven myself.

“Well, for one, I have to go pee, so if you plan on watching me…”

“Just let me walk you in there and sit you on the toilet,” I sternly told her. “Please?”

“Oh, piss. How can I turn down that puppy-dog face? Come on, ya big lug. Whisk me away to the lavatory, why don’t you?”

END OF PART TWO OF THREE