The next time down, her nipples pressing into me even harder, her bush rubbing ever deeper into my ribs, Ashley let the underside of my cock sort of get stuck between us. Then she draaaaggged her hot little cunt over it my member from root to head before going back upward.
“Holy shit, Ashley,” I said as she ground into my member. She just giggled a little in response.
“Last one,” she whispered to me as she passed. This time, as her chest crossed my face, she dangled her nipple at my mouth. She told me to give each a little kiss.
Holy fuck her tits were so perfect. I put my mouth over the nipple she offered, but rather than give it a kiss I kind of gummed it, giving it a wet little pinch with my mouth.
“Ah!” she gasped. I couldn’t tell from surprise or pain or pleasure or what.
But she didn’t even pause before giving me the right nip and letting me give it the same little love bite.
Then she straightened and I assumed that was the end of it. Neat. Kinda fun. Would def do that again.
Slowly, Ashley rolled her hips back, leaving a little trail of girl slime down my chest and stomach right into my pubes. She bent upward, like she was getting ready to ride me cowgirl, but, of course, she hadn’t slipped onto my saddle.
Was she done? This didn’t exactly seem like she was done.
Then very subtly, very gradually, in a way that was probably hard to see, Ashley started pressing her puss down onto my pubic boneNback and forth. Grinding that little clitty. Her tight little ass pressed my cock down at the root, as well. He wasn’t getting much stimulation from all that rubbing, but frankly, he didn’t need much.
With each frantic rub, Ashley slid herself slightly backward. She started off really rubbing herself on the tip of where my pubis met my stomach. Then she worked her way back rubbing the hairs themselves. Then the pointy tip of my pubic bone. Then the base of my cock. Then up and down the shaft. Then running the entire length of my swollen memberNhead to base. Back and forth. Ashley was rubbing her pretty pussy up and down my penis! Ashley was grinding her cunt on my hardness! Ashley was getting off on my cock! Alert! Alert! This is not a drill!
“Ohhhhhh, Ash,” I moaned, “so good.”
“Oh… oh yeah,” she said. She had fallen back toward me now, her hands clasping my face, her perfect perfect titties scraping up and down my chest. She was really rubbing herself hard on me now. Just totally lost in getting off. Humming and grunting with every stroke. Each time, she slid back down, her hungry little hole tried its damndest to suck the head of my cock into its warm, wet tightness, but Ashley forced it back. Her thick pink nether lips embraced my shaft, holding on for dear life. I felt her wetness run down my cock, over my balls, right off my asshole.
I had seen this before. Had watched Ashley get herself off the previous night. Maybe she made a little more noise. Maybe her body moved a little bit more. But this was almost the same act. Rubbing, shaking, shivering, desperately working and focused on getting off without a sound or movement spared toward anything else. If breathing didn’t get her to her climax, she’d stop breathing.
All this pressing and pushing had me so on edge. I could feel that her cum would be bathed in mine. Inside and out. The only reason I hadn’t already gone was the mix of pain that came with the pleasure of her rubbing. The male organ just wasn’t meant to be… squeezed out like it was tube of salty, white, baby-batter toothpaste. She was amazing, it felt incredible, but Ashley’s movements were almost calculated to hold me back, to keep me contained until she could reach the finish line. After that, she would happily accept whatever came after.
She was getting close. Her movements more irregular. She went a little slower. A little faster. A little stutter halfway through. Finding the rhythm. Sliding back even further now. Pressing her clit against the head of my cock and drrrraaagging it all the way up. Where before her vulva had been content to just plant little kisses on my cock, now it seemed to be striving to suck me in. And Ashley seemed ready to give her aching puss exactly what it wanted.
Oh god.
She was backing up so slowly. Using her thin little legs to hold my cock in place. She was finally looking me in the eye, a queer little happy grin on her face. Oh god. She was sliding back. The head of my cock was touching her opening. Sliding forward. Did she not realize what she was doing? Was it by accident? How could she not feel my cock inching it’s way inside of her. Oh god. It was on purpose. It had to be on purpose. Ashley was gonna fuck me. She was gonna thrust herself onto my cock, Bounce her perfect little tittties up and down. Cover each other with our cum.
Oh god.
Oh god.
I was almost in.
“Time!” Emma called.
Ashley and I both froze in place.
“Time, guys. That’s time,” Kristen said.
Kate put her hand on Ashley’s shoulder and gently pulled her off me.
“Uuuuugggh,” Ashley groaned as we separated, “You couldn’t have waited like, five more seconds?”
“Sorry, girl, that was time,” Emma told her.
“I was so close…” Ashley whined.
“I know, baby, it’s ok,” Kate said.
I just lay on the blanket like the corpse on an episode of Law and Order. Motionless and forgotten.
Finally, Sam reached his hand down to help me up.
“You ok, dude?”
I grasped his hand and let him pull me to my feet.
“I dunno,” I said, honestly.
“That looked intense,” he said.
“You have no idea.”
“Well hopefully, soon, I will,” he smiled, watching Ashley’s tight little ass as it bobbled past us.
In that moment, somehow, I felt like we were back to being buds. That it didn’t matter who went through what, we would stand by each other.
I felt very warm and safe in that moment.
“Damn right you will,” I said.
*
Ashley was still fidgety as we started the next hand. She kept subtly rubbing her center up and back on the floor, almost like a dog on the shag carpet. Then someone would see her and she’d stop. Whey looked away she’d start again.
I kept hearing her mutter something every few minutes. It sounded like,
“Ssssoooooo clooose.”
Sam passed the cards around and then leaned back, looking particularly pleased with what he held. Ashley took one look at her card, cursed, and threw it into the middle of the circle. She leaned back, crossed her arms over her breasts and stewed.
Now Kristen went and, being Kristen, she bet something she probably thought was extra super raunchy, but in light of everything else seemed pretty tame: she bet that she’d rub her boobs up and down someone’s chest.
I guess maybe my little dry hump had given her some ideas. If she won, maybe her pussy would figure out some things, as well, and she’d really have a good time.
It hardly mattered. Krissy had nice boobs and it was a nice offer, but I could tell just by looking at Sam he was hoping for more. Kate seemed to have figured out she was in titty competition with Kristen (she knew better than to take on the big guns, aka Ashley). She called Kristen’s bet. She made her breasts do a little hop as she said it, too.
How do ya like those melons?
I looked at my cards. A nine. A few rounds ago I’d be dancing around the room if I hit a nine. Now I was just gonna toss it away and wait for a better card. As I reached to fold, I took one last look at Sam. Y’know what? He was my friend. He would do me a solid. I’d do him a solid.
I raised.
“Hand job,” I said. Sam’s grin split his face. Without even missing a beat he re-raised.
“Oral,” he said. Good man! Now things were getting interesting.
Ashley sank further back, positively boiling now. Girls don’t have balls to get blue, but man, she really wasn’t taking this well. Maybe her ovaries were aching.
Kristen, bless her heart, made a big show of considering. She had seemed a little sweet on Sam all nightNmaybe it was her need to fight for the underdog, maybe it was her way of staying in competition with Kate, I dunno. Maybe she just liked the guy.
Who knows? But she really seemed to think about giving him a solid shot if he won. I think it was the thought of what would happen if she lost that eventually scared her away.
It’s one of those weird things I’ve noticed over the years. Girls have the world’s most bestest thing everNa vaginaNand they are all instinctively terrified of the damn things. If guys were the same way about their cocks, filled with hatred instead of fully in love, the human species would have died out eons ago.
Kate, surprisingly, suddenly seemed game.
“Why not?” she smiled lovingly at Sam, “I call.”
Sam looked a little disappointed at the result, but certainly not upset.
Look, say what you will, but I at least understood where Sam was coming from with all this. He was in a serious relationship with a beautiful girl who just didn’t put out (or put out in such a disaffected a way that it made you wish she wouldn’t). He wanted to see where the grass might be greener and, again, I got that. So he got to see a ton of boobs and Ashley touched his cock. Considering what else went on, he had been fairly well behaved.
And it’s not like he was coming out of the bargain with nothing. He told me once that Kate wouldn’t even kiss his cock, let alone give it a good suck. And based on what had already happened, I was pretty sure he would be able to talk her into doing it without a condom. Hell, I think the whole room might have had his back on that one.
So yeah. Not bad.
And if that was the last thing they ever did together as a couple, well, fuck itNthere are worse ways to go out.
Sam smugly showed his king. Kate showed her ace.
Oh no.