Ashley sat up astride me, smiling mysteriously, and reached back to hold my cock as she raised up and slowly slid herself onto it. I don’t have a huge cock, but neither do I have a pencil-dick; I would describe it, at seven inches, as better than average, but not excessively so, but it is thick, and Ashley was feeling it as she ground herself down onto me, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she gingerly slid herself onto me. When she’d finished, she began slowly rising and falling, pumping herself on me, her pussy tight and wet and hot, the friction against my cock delightful.
I clamped my hands on her delectable backside, squeezing and massaging the taut firm globes as she pumped above me, before switching my attention to her breasts, lightly pinching and twirling her nipples and massaging the firm little mounds of flesh, her eyes closing and her neck and chest flushing as her arousal climbed. I began thrusting into her as she continued to pump herself onto me, grinding her clitoris against me on the down-stroke, working herself up as she rode me. We began to pick up the pace, feeling the need to orgasm, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as she rode me faster and faster, and my hips thrusting harder and harder as I tried to keep pace with her. Ashley came with a loud and heartfelt groan, her pussy walls clasping me tight as they convulsed around me, her orgasm pulsing in her cervix against me, and I gasped out “Ash, I’m … oh God … I’m gonna come…!” She slumped down onto me, her lips seeking out mine as she moaned, “Yes, do it, Nicky, do it, come inside me…!” and with that I spurted jet after jet of sperm deep into her, my orgasm triggering another series of orgasmic waves in her, the pulsations in her vagina milking my cock as I sprayed her insides with my spunk, my hands clutching her buttocks tightly as I continued to empty my cock into her.
At last I stopped ejaculating, and the rhythmic waves in her vagina died away, Ashley still lying on me, her body quivering and trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm slowly died away.
“What did you do to me, you naughty Englishman, you!” she grinned. “Not English… American!” I panted, smiling at her impish grin. She must have seen something change in my expression as a sudden chilling thought flashed across my mind now that I was thinking with my brain again, as she picked-up on what had just occurred to me; that I had come in my sister, and I hadn’t even asked if she was protected, just fired on all barrels!
Ashley grinned at me. “Don’t worry, Nicky, I’m on the pill! After what happened, Mom was taking no chances. We can do this as many times as we like!”
She dismounted me as I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and slumped gracefully down on the bed next to me, tracing the bruises on my side and stomach, checking the state of the open cuts and score-marks.
I hugged her to me, basking in my realisation that she had caught me, that I was hers now, feeling foolish and happy and a multitude of other emotions as her warmth and beauty mesmerised me; she really was an absolute stunner, and she was mine!
She looked pensively at me for a moment, and seemed to come to a decision. “So, what’s he like, Nicky, your father, I mean, what’s he like?
I thought for a second, mentally switching-tracks from her to thinking about my dog-cock father. “Driven, grasping, cheap, greedy, obsessed with money but never actually spends any, vicious, violent, believes that rules, of society, good behaviour, common politeness, don’t apply to people like him. He’s not a good person, or a good man. But, there must have been something about him once, otherwise Mother… Mom would never have married someone like that, so maybe he changed. I know he used to beat her, that’s probably why she… did what she did.”
Ashley looked up at me with an interested expression.
“What did she do, Nicky?”
I was uneasy about telling her this, this was rightfully a story Mom should be telling her.
“Nicky, does this have something to do with daddy?” Now she was looking agitated.
“Look Ashley,” I began, “this is not really mine to tell, and I would be guessing at half of it; perhaps you should ask Mom when she gets home. What I will tell you is that what she did probably saved her life, knowing my father, and yes, I think it does have something to do with your father. More than that I can’t say, because I honestly don’t know. What little I’ve told you I only learned the day before I came to America, so there’s some big gaps there.”
Ashley looked steadily at me. ” OK Nick, you’re right, I’ll ask her!”
With that, she sat up, her lovely little breasts jiggling delightfully, my gaze drawn to them.
She smiled again. “Like the girls, do you?” and I nodded, grinning happily, watching her as she stretched like a cat, her lithe, limber young body glowing with health and vitality, and I thought I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Ash, can I ask you a question, and if you tell me to mind my own business I’ll completely understand.”
She nodded. “Ask away, I’ll try and answer, but I’m not promising anything!”
“So, after what … happened to you, were you not… afraid to, you know, with a man, because of what he did to you?”
Ashley leaned on my chest, looked into my eyes with her beautiful luminous malachite eyes and pursed her lips.
“Nick, Nicky, today, just now, I did what I did because I wanted to, not because anyone forced me; back then it was about what he wanted, what he could do to me. What he did was take away my choice; what I did today was make that choice for myself; I was ready to do this, and I wanted to, because you helped me to feel I was normal again; yes, I remember the pain and the fear and the loss of control over what happened to me, but that was then, and it’s gone, and no, I don’t hate all men and want to cut their balls off, just his!”
I hugged her close to me. “I’m sorry for raking it up, I just wanted to be sure that I hadn’t added to what you’re already carrying around inside; I wanted you to know that not all of us are like that, and I would never take advantage of you, in anything, or force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”
She kissed me softly. “I know Nicky, and thank you for thinking like that!”
I turned on my side to face her, sliding my arm under her so I could hold her buttocks and pull her close enough to kiss her properly. Ashley happily complied, holding herself close to me with her arms around my neck, making sure she didn’t touch my still-raw back, kissing me back as warmly as I kissed her.
Eventually she broke our kiss to grin at me. “I guess what I said yesterday isn’t true anymore; there is someone for me in this town, after all! Now I have to work out a way to tell Mom…!”
I smiled at her. “We’ll tell Mom, it’s you and I now, if that’s what you want…? I hesitated, not knowing how to continue.
Ashley smiled slowly at me. “Why Nick, whatever are you saying?” she asked me softly.
I smiled back at her. “I think I’m saying that I’m yours, if you’ll have me, that I know now how much I need you, and that you will always be the only one for me!”
She gasped, eyes suddenly shining with unshed tears, and smiled like the sun breaking through on a cloudy day.
“Nick, I told you earlier how I felt about you, how I felt when I first saw you, that hasn’t changed in the last hour or so, and I’m glad you said what you said, otherwise I was going to ask you; I’m already yours, you had me the first time you smiled and checked me out!”
I grinned, smacked her lightly on her tight little bottom.
“OK, now we know, I need a shower, so do you, we need to go shopping, I feel like spending some money on my girl, what do you want most in the world right now?”
Ashley gave a wide grin. “I would like a new pair of jeans, please Santa, tight enough to give Mom a stroke!”
“Done!” I said, and her expression became serious. “Nicky, I like the thought of being your girl, it feels right, but I was only kidding! Save your money, please, you’ll need it for yourself!”
I demurred “No, Ashley, you need stuff, Mom needs stuff, this house needs stuff, new locks and suchlike, to make it safe, so get ready, we’re going shopping!”
After a quick shower together, with Ashley carefully washing and drying-off my back, she applied some fresh gauze dressings and helped me put on a clean shirt, and she appeared in a loose top, jeans and cowboy boots. Mom had the car, so we walked a couple of blocks to the bus stop to catch a connection into the Colonie Center, a biggish mall in town.
Ashley was in her element; I meant it when I said I wanted to spend money on her, and it felt good to see her face as she shopped for the first time in what was probably a long time, given the state of the family finances. I promised myself again I’d do something about that; Mom and Ashley had gone without everything except the bare necessities for far too long.
Ashley bought shoes and underwear, and then, after we’d toured through what felt like every shop in the entire mall, took me to somewhere called Target, where she loaded-up on tops, jeans and summer-wear. She looked so happy, buying new clothes, and I was astonished at how cheap clothes were here, given how expensive they were in England, one of my father’s compelling reasons for hardly ever buying me any. I bought some jeans, underwear and shirts she picked out for me, I’d only brought one pair of jeans with me, and I’d been in them four days now, so a change was definitely due!
She also knew Mom’s size and taste, so she picked up some things for her, blouses, that kind of thing, and then she took me to Home Depot, where I bought proper single-cylinder deadbolt locks, one for each door, a pair of solid, old-fashioned barrel shoot-bolts for each door, and a sash lock for every window in the house. I also bought a PIR porch light and some electrical cable, so the porch would never again be dark enough that someone could lurk there unseen; my family needed to feel safe, and this was the best way I knew how to do it.