I couldn't get deep enough. As deep as I got, I needed more. I began writhing my tongue inside her, and was motivated by one simple word, over and over again: "Yes." She didn't scream it, but merely spoke it, and did it with such satisfaction, such command, that there was no mistaking that I was serving her completely. She knew that I was the one with the need, not her. I needed her to praise me for pleasing her, as surely as I needed food or drink or air. She was all that mattered to me in that moment, and she knew it.

My erection manifested fully again as I continued on her, in her, for I don't know how long. My face was bathed in her juices. I alternated between slipping my tongue into her, and sucking and flicking and biting her clit. All the time I kept kissing her. All I felt was need. I was compelled to satisfy her. After a while, I retracted my right arm from under her, and introduced two fingers, working them in a curling motion as I repeatedly stroked them in and out, all the while working her button with my tongue. I could feel her excitement building, as I heard her breathing go shallow and her leg muscles start to shake on my arm. Soon, I will be rewarded.

Almost immediately, Ashley started to shake violently, and I could hear her calling out softly and shakily. The shaking kept intensifying until I knew she would break under the stress. Finally, she went silent and locked up, squeezing my head mercilessly between her powerful thighs. I continued undeterred and unabated until I felt her body start to go limp. Even then, I did not stop. I removed my fingers from her and began softly, painstakingly, and lovingly licking her down from her climax, and I continued this until I felt her hands reach down to retrieve me.

With both hands, she softly pulled my face all the way up to her own, where she looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me passionately. I did not resist, and I was not afraid. I was engulfed in her rapture, and all was right with the world.

Finally, she released me from the kiss and said, "Thank you."

V. I sat up slowly, troubled by the feeling that something was amiss. I was concerned that I was so caught up in her already that I would lose myself, and I simply could not allow that to happen. I looked at her as she propped herself up on her elbows to smile at me. I just smiled back at her, as if in some kind of trance. After a few moments of this, I decided to take her home.

She spoke before I could, "Wow, that was great. You were awesome. Now come here, I want to try something." She leapt from the ground effortlessly and began walking to one of the nearby benches.

You want to try something? No more than two minutes before, she had been flooding my face with her sex, shaking and sweating to my touch and tongue. Now, she was up and about like nothing had happened. I tried desperately to understand her angle. In one moment, she was a boiling hot sex object (or predator, I still couldn't figure out which), the next she was a bubbly high schooler, capable of breaking out into cheer at any moment. I simply could not figure her out.

"What do you have in mind?" Way to tell her the plan, Dude.

She motioned to one of the benches and said, "Here. Lay down here."

"Okay." I wasn't about to correct her grammar; I was simply complying with her instructions. I was still feeling more and more like this was a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. My imprisoned erection was hurting, and my head was beginning to.

"Wait," came Ashley's voice as I reached the bench. "Take off your clothes before you lay down," she commanded, without really commanding at all.

"Oh really, now?" I was still playing the part, still trying to look like I was composed.

She started doing that fake shyness thing again, where she twisted her body back and forth. Had I been altogether there, it might have occurred to me that such a demonstration was a ridiculous picture, since she was strutting around in nothing but combat boots, and not shy about that at all. "Yup, I think you really kinda should."

"If you insist," as I started taking off my shirt. I'd gotten down to my underwear and was in the process of removing them when I watched her retrieve something from her purse, then quickly hide whatever it was behind her back. "Is that a condom?"

"Nope," she happily chimed.

"Do I need one?"

"Probably," she playfully, yet cryptically surrendered.

Here we go. I retrieved one of a few from my shorts pocket, and suddenly remembered my camera.

When I started to open the package, she jumped at me. "Wait! I wanna do it. I've never done it before, can I?"

"Sure," as I handed the package to the free hand she offered, as her other was behind her back. I then finished stripping and began to lie down again as I noticed her returning to deposit the unidentified thing back into her bag. She quickly returned to me as I had reached a comfortable position.

Ashley was absolutely beaming, now. "Okay, ready?"

"Lemme have it."

With that, she tore upon the wrapper and extracted the prophylactic from its package. She handled the thing cumbersomely but confidently as she examined it closely. As she approached me, I realized that I had probably never been harder in my entire life than I was at that moment, and an electric shock ran through me as soon as she wrapped her left hand around the shaft to move it into position.

She'd said she'd never done this before, but she was proceeding like a pro. She had me expertly dressed in less than thirty seconds, at which point she gingerly exclaimed, "Done!"

I had to laugh at this. Somehow, I was starting to relax. I just kept telling myself to go with it and stop thinking so much. Perhaps I was beginning to listen.

"Are you ready," she asked casually, as if we were about to watch a movie.

"Come here," I answered.

She swung a leg over me, and it was clear that with the height of the bench, she was not tall enough to reach the top of my shaft to take me in. Apparently quite the problem solver, she slid upward on me, my manhood pinned under her to my belly, until her entrance was even with the tip. Then she stood as high as she could, leaned forward with incredible poise and balance, reached back to take hold of me, and guided me into her as she moved slowly backward. She did this without ceremony, but certainly not without grace.

As I felt Ashley's sex slowly take me in, I was amazed by how tight she was. Had she not been so wet, this surely would've been painful for her. It may have been painful anyway.

Then I stopped thinking, and allowed myself to be mesmerized by the experience unfolding over me. I realized that since she'd first straddled me, she'd been looking me in the eyes. It wasn't for guidance; there were no questions in her look. Only concentration. It didn't matter, anyway. As her warm folds enveloped me, I understood that there was nowhere else I'd rather be. She was perfect, and, right now, she was mine.

The process seemed to take forever, and I desperately needed to fill her. Finally, I felt her smooth mound touch my pelvis, and I knew that she'd taken all of me. She stopped here briefly, then slowly began to rock back into a vertical position, putting more pressure on me and forcing more of my manhood into her. Her eyes still on mine, once she was upright, I felt her shift all of her weight onto me as she lifted her feet from the ground, and my hands came to rest on her thighs. Once she'd established the balance she was comfortable with, and she was using her hands on my abdomen only to maintain that balance, she closed her eyes.

"Oo, isn't this nice," she cooed. I bathed in her beauty. She was surely the most lovely creature I had ever seen. She sat motionless, impaled on top of me. This was, quite possibly, the greatest moment of my life. After a few minutes of her balanced atop me, she opened her eyes.

"Okay," she chirped, "Ready to try something new?"

"There's more," I asked, genuinely perplexed.

"I'll be right back." Then, after all the effort she'd just put in to getting herself into position, she reversed the procedure, sliding upwards off of me. When she'd finally cleared me, she shifted her weight to the side and swung her free leg back over, and she was off me. "Don't go anywhere."

"Don't worry." I meant it. I smiled as I tasted her on my goatee.

She went to her purse, and recovered the thing I'd forgotten about, then started playfully swaying back to the bench.

"Okay, what have you got there?" I was actually eager to find out.

With fiery excitement, "Your handcuffs!" She swung them around to display the cuffs I'd absent-mindedly left on the center console, which she must have picked up when my back was turned.

"What do you want with those?" Of course, I knew the answer, but that couldn't be right. She had submitted to me, hadn't she? Even if she hadn't, it still looked like she had, didn't it?

"I want to cuff your hands behind your back while I ride you."

Oh my god. Somehow, she had just uttered the most beautiful words ever spoken, and they sounded wrong. She was telling me to submit to her. This teenage girl was taking control. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I was hesitant and eager and confused and utterly certain. This was not what I wanted ten seconds ago, but it's what I wanted now.

Apparently, I was taking too long answer. "Oh, please, can I?" My god, she was so damned cute.

Still trying to be cool, "Sure."

She actually jumped with joy. "Yay! Okay, put your hands behind your back." It was difficult, as the bulk of the bench made wrapping my arms around it backward nearly painful. Once the cuffs were closed, however, and I was able to relax my arms, I became quite comfortable.

"Comfy?" She was precious.

"Yup," I answered truthfully.

"Good." Ashley started walking toward her dress, and I began to panic. "Okay, I'm just going to run down to your car for a sec and I'll be right back, I promise."

Fears of my car, my clothes, my wallet, and everything else I had here being stolen and me being discovered in this most immodest position were diminished only slightly by the fact that she'd just voluntarily reassured me, rather than called me a sucker. My erection was fading rapidly, though, a fact that did not escape her attention.

She made her way back to me while redressing, and began lovingly massaging my softening manhood. "Oh, don't be worried. I promise I'm just going to your car, then I'll be right back. Trust me?"

Like I had a choice. Best to not antagonize her. "Okay, I trust you."

"Good." With that, she gave my shaft one good squeeze, then reached into my shorts and retrieved my keys before sauntering off. "Be right back!" Then she disappeared from sight, and I felt a little like throwing up.

VI. I heard some talking, but only Ashley's voice, and I couldn't make out the words. Did she have a cell phone? I then heard my trunk open and close, and a few minutes later, Ashley reappeared carrying my bag of tricks, and I got a little dizzy.

"Told you I'd be right back," and she dropped the bag next to me. "Okay, after you were so assertive that you don't mess around with kids' stuff when I asked you about your handcuffs, I figured that you might have more stuff with you. So, I looked in your trunk and found these."

She must have seen the fear in my eyes, because she continued. "Oh, hey, don't freak out, okay? Right now I just want to put these ankle cuffs on you, too, and that's it, I promise." My hesitation was apparently obvious. "Please? It's just to complete the… Scene? You're already handcuffed, so adding the ankle cuffs doesn't really make a real difference. It just completes the mood." She pulled my condom off and started stroking my utterly defeated manhood again. Pouting at me, she added, "Please? You'll enjoy it, I promise."

Fuck it. "Okay, sure."

Ashley didn't say anything, but her uncontrollable giddiness reappeared in full force. She had to know I was uneasy, and she winked at me, then started sucking me. It took only a few moments of her attention to return me to full hardness. Once she'd achieved her goal, she withdrew and smiled at me before again removing her dress, and her boots this time, too. Then she took out the leg irons, and fastened them together under the bench. Again, once the fastening was complete and I relaxed, I was comfortable.

She simply beamed at me. This stunning girl was paying me more attention than I thought I deserved at this point. She leaned over my face before kissing me long on the lips. I reciprocated wholeheartedly. She then stood up and said, "Okay, here we go."

I became a little concerned. "Okay, did you get another condom?"

"Oh, Sweetie," she said, "I won't let you come in me."

Had it been any other day, I'd have flipped my shit. Right now, all I could manage was, "Okay." Well, at least I'll really feel her. I had to take comfort where I could find it.

Though I paid it no attention, I was vaguely aware of something concealed in her hand as she repeated the process of mounting me. She lost a full inch of clearance when she had removed her boots, but still had legs just long enough to make clearance and maintain traction. Apparently having done it once before helped because this time the mount went a little bit more quickly. She still took her time sliding me into her, apparently relishing the experience. I couldn't blame her, because her slippery sex accepting my uncovered manhood seemed the very definition of bliss, and she was more slippery than I ever could have imagined, and so, so hot. Again, she was watching me through the process, but this time she had a smile on her face. Her smile seemed to say, "I own you now, you know?" I certainly did know.

Ashley continued back as far as she could, and again rocked herself slowly upright until I was fully sheathed in her glory. This time, however, she did not lift her legs from the ground. Instead, she just sat there, impaled on my naked manhood, and said to me quietly, "Perfect." She really was.

We were like this for only a few moments before she lifted her left hand, and I saw what she was concealing. It was, in fact, a cell phone. It wasn't a big, flip job, either; it was one of those new smaller ones that fit in your pocket. Money.

She began dialing a number. I didn't immediately panic, because I expected she was calling a friend to tell about how she was riding "that Deejay." I'd never had it happen mid-coitus before, but there's a first time for everything.

"Hey!… Yeah,… I'm on him right now!… I know!… Find out for yourself."

Huh?

"I know!… I KNOW!… No… Oh, I haven't told him yet…"

Huh?

"Okay, how long?… Twenty minutes, got it… Oh, I'm pretty sure I can keep him entertained… What for?… Okay, so long as you remembered the camera…"

What?

"Okay… Okay… See you soon… Mwah!… Bye!"

Out loud this time, "What?"

Ashley tossed the cell phone to the grass. "Okay, that was Kim, she's my best friend, and she's on her way here, and she might want to ride you, too."

She was so damned cheerful about the whole thing I just let it slide.

"Also, she's bringing a digital camera so we can take pictures."

"Oh, Ashley, you have got to be shitting me." Before I could protest further, she started rocking back and forth on me, and I lost some composure.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Ashley assured me between heavy breaths.

"No, it won't" Her motions on me were making it more difficult to reason effectively.

"What are you going to do about it?" She smiled triumphantly. "Just let it happen. Like I said, you'll enjoy it."

I capitulated utterly, losing my ability to object in the waves of pleasure she unleashed upon me. "Okay."

Ashley started riding me in earnest, eyes closed, rocking back and forth and side to side and round and around. I laughed to myself as a thought occurred to me. I'll bet she's had sex before.

She was really working now, losing herself in the sensations. Honestly, I was right there with her. I was a passive participant in this event, but she was stimulating me, and doing a damned good job of it. She had shed a most beautiful layer of sweat. It dripped down her temples, down her breasts, down her taut abs. And I could feel her juices pouring out over me. The sloshing noises coming from our sex was disgusting and dirty and beautiful. She was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it. Harder and harder she rode and after several minutes, I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I summoned the strength to speak. "Ashley." She didn't acknowledge me. Louder, "Ashley."

Finally, without looking at me, she responded almost as if I was annoying her. "Yeah?"

"I'm gonna come soon… You gotta stop now."

Again, she failed to respond. "Ashley,… YOU HAVE TO STOP NOW…"

A few moments later, and punctuated by labored breathing, "Okay,… But I gotta tell you… Something first… Might freak you out a little…"

I knew I had only seconds left. Urgently, "Ashley,… Okay what?…"

"I'm only sixteen…"

I came right there. I came so fucking hard. And I came forever. And I poured what felt like gallons of my sex directly into her. She felt my flood as she started flailing wildly on my uncovered and violently erupting manhood, her pussy spasming around my bare cock, milking me for more even as I delivered more to her. From the start, she began repeating, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," until I lost track of her speech. I came into her until I knew I couldn't come any more, and then I did just that. Still, she bucked on me, repeating, "ohmygodohmygodohmygod…" I almost passed out from the sensory overload just as she collapsed on my chest with a final, almost inaudible, "Oh my god."

We laid there for however long it takes for life to be reignited, and she began to stir, sitting up again as soon as she was able, ensuring that my now softening cock would remain locked in place.

Very conscious of my position inside her, I spoke. "Only sixteen, huh?"

Her response was slow. "Yeah, just last month. Told you I turned eighteen. Really sixteen."

I stared at her blankly. "Nice." Real fucking nice.

She offered coolly, "Not nearly as nice as the look on your face when I told you." She giggled a little.

"Fuck, Ashley..."

"Oh shut up and relax. I won't tell anyone." Even now, she was smiling at me.

"And I came in you. I mean I really, really came in you. A lot."

Her smile grew wider than I thought possible and she said dreamily, "I know."

"You said you wouldn't let that happen." I was really trying to cope.

"I know."

Getting a little angry now, and still inside her, I waited for an explanation. When it became apparent that none was forthcoming, I asked, "So what the fuck, Ashley?"

"I lied." I waited for more, but that was apparently all she had to say.

"You lied."

Still smiling cheerfully at me, "Yeah."

I was really starting to get pissed, now. "Goddamn it, Ashley…"

"Relax, I'm on the pill. I was just messing with you. Everything's fine."

I was dying. At least, I wished I could die. "Everything's fine? Everything's fine? Everything is not fucking fine, Ashley."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's fucking not."

Then she looked down at me with a new look that terrified me. Her eyes spoke of control, consequence, punishment, obedience. "Yes, Vincent, it is," and I knew I was done. I was now properly frightened.

"Okay." I had officially given up. Then I heard the car pull in, and Ashley changed right back into cheeriness, which seemed to be her mode of default.

Without removing herself from my cock, and now back at full perkiness, "Yay, Kim's here!"

Yay, Kim's here. Fucking A right, Kim's here.

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