by Mia Clark
Aw, fuck. I don't think I can ever get enough of this.
That's it for now, though. Just one thrust. I stay inside her for awhile and she tries to kiss me, to grab me, but I keep her down on the bed, staying just out of reach. Her hands pull at my arms, practically pleading with me, and I can hear her lips searching for mine in the dark.
"No," I tell her. "I just needed to fucking feel you, Princess. I needed to be inside you, but we haven't even started yet. You're going to have to calm down."
"Ethan..." she whimpers, begging me with that cute little sexy as fuck voice of hers.
She's got this way of whispering when she really wants something, fucking erotic as sin, and it's like her voice goes straight to my cock. I twitch inside her, and grind a little further in, almost forgetting that I was just about to stop.
I remember, though. I've got a little more willpower than that. Give me some credit, will you? I slide out of her, slow, feeling her gripping and pulling at my cock, trying to keep me inside her. I really wish I could, Princess, but I've got a few other things in mind.
"Please?" she whispers. "I just... I want you inside me."
"I was just inside you," I say, smirking.
"I want you inside me again," she says, trying not to laugh. "I want you to stay there this time."
"What about rule number eleven, though?" I ask her.
I can practically hear her ears perk up. Her body tenses a little, like the idea of rule number eleven never really dawned on her until now. Fuck, she's so wet her pussy's going to taste delicious. I almost start to salivate at the thought of it, like she's the frosting on a birthday cake.
Uh huh... happy birthday to me. Damn straight.
"Alright, but... after, alright?" she asks.
I shouldn't laugh, because it's not exactly funny, but I love the way she gets so horny she can't think straight sometimes. She's so smart, she's always smart, but I like to think that I'm just so "fuck your brains out" good when it comes to turning her on.
I mean, yeah, I'm probably that good, but the reminders are nice. I like how she whimpers, and writhes, and squirms, forgets how to talk sometimes, just gives in to me completely. I love it, because I want to give in to her, too. I just want the both of us to enjoy ourselves, no thoughts, no complications, only pure, unadulterated bliss.
"After," I tell her, leaning down for a kiss. "I promise."
She kisses me back. "I love you," she says.
"I love you so fucking much, Princess," I tell her.
Now that we've figured all this out, it's time for me to start following the rules. Her rules are the only ones I've never even been tempted to break.
I slide down her body, letting my hands caress her curves. My palms move from her arms, to her sides, to her hips, but then they shift back up. I curl my fingers under her breasts, pushing them up a little, then I squeeze. That's just to distract her, because I've got other things in mind. I just like to keep her on her toes. I like to curl her toes, too. Sexy as fuck surprises, that's what that's about.
I gently massage her breasts in my palms while I lower my lips to her pussy. Her panties are still pushed aside, so there's not much more to it than that. My tongue snakes out and laps at her slick arousal, tasting every sexy fucking inch of her slit. She started moaning softly when I played with her breasts, but she lets out a sharp gasp when my tongue touches her clit. Her hips push up a little, but I tease her lower, sliding my tongue away from her clit, curving along her hood, and then up to her navel.
"Ohhh," she mumbles. "I like that."
"I know," I tell her, grinning. "You want more, Princess?"
"Uh huh."
"What do you say, babygirl?"
"Please, Ethan?" she asks.
The way she says it makes me want to jump up and slam my cock inside her again. I still don't know if she does this kind of shit on purpose or if it comes natural. She's just so fucking...
Ugh, I can't even explain it. Perfect? I feel like that word isn't good enough. What's better than perfect? Fuck if I know.
I move my hands down her body again, pushing against her hips. I need to protect myself here, because sometimes she gets crazy. Ashley is responsive as fuck and I love it, but this girl can be dangerous, too.
I push her hips down, pinning her core against the bed, then I gently lick around her clit. The tip of my tongue teases into each little curve of her hood, and then taps against the top of her juicy as fuck pearl, sliding up and down. She jolts and squirms beneath me, but I keep her pressed against the bed. I lick lower, wanting to enjoy the fruits of my labor or whatever the fuck you want to call it.
Yeah, just as delicious as before. Her arousal is like sweet nectar from an ancient goddess or something, quenching a thirst I didn't even know I had before now, making me feel vibrant and alive. I would do anything for another taste, and thankfully I can drink my fill. My tongue presses inside her, wanting more and more. My lips wrap around hers, some sinful as fuck type of kiss right here, and I almost forget what I was planning on doing.
Oh, yeah. Uh...
While she's distracted, I reach over and grab it, holding it tight in my palm. I ease her legs apart a little more, using my free hand and my shoulder. She spreads them wide for me.
"Are you ready?" I ask her.
"Uh huh, yup," she says, but then she realizes she doesn't even know what I'm talking about. "Um... ready for...?"
I push it inside her, using her own sweet arousal as lubricant. It's basically the same as sliding my cock deep inside her, and, uh... I mean, that's almost exactly what I'm doing here, so...
*** Ashley
Are you ready?" Ethan asks me.
I nod my head fast. "Uh huh, yup."
I'm ready! I'm ready for... wait a second...
"Um, ready for...?"
I don't have time to ask it, or else Ethan doesn't have time to answer me, before I feel him inside me. This is definitely his cock, though it feels kind of different? A little smoother, and kind of cooler? It's got all the right curves, and I love the way he feels inside me, except...
I'm really not sure how Ethan's cock is in me when he just had his head firmly between my legs, and I am pretty sure he's still there. Also, while it certainly feels exactly like Ethan's cock, um...
There's a few slight differences. First, it doesn't twitch and throb. Second, though barely noticeable, it's slightly smaller? Not as thick, I guess, but I might be imagining things.
I'm really confused right now. I look down to try and figure this out, except it's dark and I can't see anything. Ethan's definitely still got his face by my sex, though, because I can feel his warm breath teasing against my pussy.
"Um..." I say.
He slides out of me, then pushes back in. Oh my God, yesss. My eyes roll into the back of my head, all thoughts slipping out of my mind as if they never belonged there to begin with. He picks up a rhythm like that, thrusting in and out of me, but I still can't shake the feeling that something is off.
I know something is definitely off when Ethan comes up beside me, grabs my hand, and pulls it lower. He wraps my fingers around the base off his cock, except, um...
His penis isn't attached to his body? Er...
It certainly still feels really nice. I push it in me, and then pull it out, feeling his thickness and his veins pressing against my inner walls.
Then I stop. I don't want to stop. I really kind of want to keep going, but...
I reach out and find him. He's laying right next to me, so this isn't exactly hard, but I need to check something. My fingers trail down his stomach, across his tight abs, and then a little lower, where his throbbing erection is definitely there, and throbbing.
I mean, yes, obvious. Duh, Ashley. People can't just go removing their penises, now can they? I swear I'm not normally this stupid, but I think I get kind of dumb sometimes when I'm horny. I don't mean to, I promise! And, really, what does it matter, anyways? It's not like I need to solve complex mathematical equation
s or assign deep literary meaning to classic literature while Ethan and I are having sex, now do I?
Nope!
I take Ethan's cock out of me, which now I'm pretty sure it's not Ethan's cock, except...
Taste test? Yes. This will definitively solve this problem. I bring it to my mouth, except it tastes kind of like me, which should have been obvious since I just had it inside me. For good measure, I stroke Ethan's uh... the other cock, the one attached to him... I stroke his cock up and down, feeling him tense in my grip.
This other cock is nice, though. It doesn't really taste like Ethan's real cock, but it feels the same in my mouth, which is definitely a plus.
Now I'm curious. I'm a little too curious, actually. I let go of the cock attached to Ethan's body while still holding the other, and I shimmy out from under the covers, hop out of bed, scamper over to the light switch by the door, turn it on, and...
I stare at the thing in my hand. Wow. It even looks like Ethan's cock! This is kind of amazing, actually.
"What's this?" I ask, glancing over at him while keeping a careful eye on the toy in my hand.
"You like it?" he asks, grinning. "I figured since we were going to be apart, I'd get you something special."
"Um... I do like it, but what is it?"
"That," Ethan says with more than a hint of pride in his voice, "is a near exact replica of my cock, Princess. I made it myself. I got a sex toy kit and everything. It's a little smaller, though."
"Let's see," I say, suddenly having a brilliant idea.
I rush back to the bed and hold up the fake cock right next to Ethan's real cock. For good measure, I press my lips against the tip of the fake one, then slide as far down as I can, taking it into my mouth. Then I do the same for Ethan's real cock. He throbs in my mouth and lets out a sexy grunt.
"You're right," I say, nodding. This is scientific! I'm doing measurement tests. For, um... my theories... I don't know what the theories are yet, though. "This one is a little smaller."
"I told you," he says, rolling his eyes. "I had to make it smaller. Don't want you replacing me with a fake replica or anything. Don't get any ideas there, Princess."
"Hm... now that you mention it..."
I laugh and Ethan smirks. Then he jumps up, grabs my hips, and pushes me against the bed. I still have the Ethan-sized dildo in my hand, but now I have the life-sized version tapping against my clit.
"It's a gift for you," he says, smiling and kissing me. "While we're apart during the week. I guess maybe it's dumb, but I thought it could be fun. So, uh... you don't forget me, you know?"
"I'm not going to forget you, Ethan," I say, laughing. "I like it, though. It's sexy and kind of sweet in a weird way."
"Also, uh... we could use it for our firsts, if..."
He hesitates. This isn't like Ethan, which intrigues me. I'm not sure how we can use this for our firsts, because we've already used sex toys together. I showed him my little vibrator, and he showed me his big vibrating wand one, which... oh my God, yes, I love it.
So...
"You remember our conversation at the campground?" he asks. "About threesomes?"
"Yes," I say, nodding. "No threesomes."
Which is good, but at the time I was kind of worried. I mean, it was a needless stupid worry, but I just... I don't know. I want to be enough, you know? I don't want Ethan to need more. I just want him to need me, but I want to be enough for him, too. A threesome with another girl isn't exactly cheating, but in my mind it's like I'm not good enough for him, and Ethan kind of said the same thing about a threesome with another guy.
I'm not sure how these two things are... wait a second... no... is that what he means...?
"So, I was thinking—" Ethan says.
"I'll do it," I say, probably a little too fast. "I mean, I'll try. Maybe. I don't know. Oh no, what if I can't. I'm... how do we do this?"
"How do we do what? I didn't even say what we're doing!" he says, staring at me like I'm crazy.
"Alright," I say. "Tell me."
He does. It's about what I expected. Is this real life? I don't know anymore. I'm about to find out...
*** Ethan
"Yeah, so, I'm not going to share you with another guy, obviously," I say. Damn fucking straight I'm not! She's mine!
"I know," she says, nodding quick. "Me either, not another girl."
"But... if I'm sharing you with myself..." I say.
Yeah, I thought this through, and the idea is kind of strange but also sexy as fuck. I feel like a sexual genius. Where do I come up with this shit? I don't even fucking know! It just comes to me, seriously.
"You and Little Ethan," she says.
"What the fuck, Little Ethan?" I ask.
"You said it's smaller, right?" she says, pointing to the dildo replica of my cock in her hand.
"Yeah, but I was thinking of maybe calling it Ethan version 2.0," I say.
"Little Ethan version 2.0?" she offers.
"Listen, Princess, I really don't know how I feel about this whole 'little' thing, alright?"
"I like Big Ethan a lot better, though," she says, purring the words, seductive as fuck.
Yeah, uh... well, then. I just changed my mind.
"How about 'Little Ethan version 2.0' compared to 'Big Ethan holy fuck oh my god I don't know if that will fit inside me version 1'?" I ask her.
"That's kind of a mouthful, though," she says.
"I'll give you a mouthful, Princess..." I say, growling at her.
She laughs and squirms. "Oh, really?"
"Don't even tempt me. I'm holding back here. I wanted to show you the toy first."
"Alright, but... so what's your plan?"
"Double penetration," I say.
That's it. I mean, the best plans are simple ones, right? I don't think this needs an elaborate explanation or anything. Me, Ashley, the dildo, that's it.
"Alright," she says.
"Alright what?" I ask.
"Alright," she says again, nodding at me. Then she winks. It's a really fake, exaggerated wink.
Alright!
"That's two firsts, though," she points out.
"Huh?"
"We've never, um... anal... up the butt... you know..."
"Did you seriously just say 'up the butt'?" I ask her.
"What do you want me to call it, Ethan?" she says, kind of cute and huffy.
"Fuck if I know," I say. "Listen, do you understand what I'm suggesting here? You seem a little too enthusiastic."
"How enthusiastic should I be, then?" she asks me.
Fuck. Why is she asking me? I have no fucking clue. Uh...
"I don't know," I say. "Just uh... maybe a little apprehensive?"
"Oh, Ethan, I don't know if it'll fit up my butt," she says, except she's not even taking this seriously.
"Just keep it up, Ashley," I say to her, shaking my head. "Really, just keep it up. Maybe I don't even want to put it up your butt anymore. What do you think about that?"
"No!" she says. "Um... I mean..."
Seriously, I've never heard a girl this interested in anal sex before. Especially considering she's never done it. Wait, fuck, has she done it? I never asked. I need to ask. Fuck.
"Have you had anal sex before?" I ask. Yeah, easy as that, except she gives me this weird look like I'm crazy.
"No. Who would I have had anal sex with?"
"How the fuck should I know? That's why I asked."
"You're so dumb," she says.
Yeah, I'm the dumb one. I mean, she's not dumb, so I don't even know what I mean by that, but, whatever.
"It's not the anal sex," she says. "I'm not, um... that's not what I'm interested in. It's the double penetration part. I've... I don't know. I saw a movie."
"You saw a porn," I correct her.
"That's still a movie, Ethan. It had a plot and everything."
"What the fuck, there's porn with plots?"
"Are you being serious right now?" she asks.
"Yes?" I sa
y, unsure.
But, really, they've got ones with actual stories? I thought it was just uh... you know, kinky fuckery going on or whatever.
Like, uh... so you've got cheerleaders. That's a good porn thing. And then, uh... BDSM, I guess? Interracial? Blonde, brunette, redhead, uh...
Why am I trying to figure out a bunch of porn categories when I have a half-naked girl in my bed? Who even fucking knows!
"It did have a story, though," she says. "Do you want to know what it was?"
"No?" I say. Always be honest, right?
Apparently not! She gives me a dirty look like I've just said the biggest, most asshole thing ever. Then, to top it all off, she crosses her arms over her chest. Which is kind of intimidating, I guess, except she's still holding the replica of my cock in one hand, so it's kind of sexy, too. Also, that pout. Fuck, pout for me, Princess. Makes me so fucking hard...
"It was a liberating story about a woman exploring her sexuality," Ashley says, ignoring me. "It was actually very nice. She went to a club and was dancing one night, when one sexy man came up behind her and started dancing with her. She liked him a lot, I think, and you could tell by the way she kept looking at him and smiling. Then his friend came over and started dancing with her, too, but in the front. It was really sensual and erotic. Then they both whispered to her at the same time, each in different ears, and invited her back to their room, and..."
"Wait," I say. "Hold up. You said it was sensual and erotic, right? At the club? Were they naked already?"
"Um, no? They were dancing at the club, so they still had their clothes on then."
"I don't get it. How was that erotic, then? What kind of porn is this, Princess?"
"Wow," she says.
"When were you even watching porn?" I ask her. "Why wasn't I there?"
"You were with your dad!" she says. "Anyways, it doesn't matter. She went back with them and they had a threesome and it looked really sexy and I don't want a threesome with another man, but the idea of double penetration is kind of really hot and, um... you made this, and so..."