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Ashley, Part Three

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Ashley, Part Three by We spent a good part of the rest of the afternoon doing chores, grocery shopping, and just plain old enjoying each other's company. Ashley asked that we stop by her place so she could pick up a few things. We had an excellent late lunch / early dinner. Afterwards, she made martinis for us. I'm not much of a liquor drinker so the vodka hit me fast and hard. We were sitting on the couch. Ashley had changed into a very sexy pair of silk shorts and loose top. I was wearing my more pedestrian gym shorts and t-shirt. "OK, it's your turn," she said, indicating that our Q&A game was back on. "No," I replied, "it's your turn to tell me a fantasy of yours." Ashley's expression twisted into a funny crook of her mouth and a gleam in her eye. The thought crossed my mind that she was waiting for this. Theatrically, she paused, took a deep breath, and then said, "Well, you have to promise me you won't think I'm weird. OK?" I played along, giving her my highest oath. "OK. You're probably going to think this is the weirdest thing," she began. I was already intrigued. She continued, "You see, I've often had a strangely conflicting fantasy. On the one hand, I've always wanted to feel what it was like to have two cocks in me. But, on the other hand, I've never wanted to have more than one man in the room." Hmmm, I thought, this is interesting. Do we finally get to fuck? I wondered. "I finally hit upon the answer, one day," Ashley went on. "But, I was always worried that the guy would be put off by it." My curiosity was at a peak. So, too, was my hard on. Ashley reached over, opened up her bag and brought out a dildo of moderate size. In fact, it seemed to be almost exactly the same size as my own dick. With that sly look that I had already come to love, she said, "This is what I'm thinking of. What do you think?" I wasn't exactly sure what to think. But, the possibilities (not to mention the martini) had my head spinning. "There's one more thing," she added, "I want you to let me tell you exactly what to do, each step along the way. Would that be alright?" she asked. I nodded. I couldn't wait to hear what she had in mind. The first thing you have to do is leave the room," she instructed me. I stood up. Ashley laughed out loud and said, "Not yet, silly. Let me tell you the rest. OK?" Wagging my head, I sat back down, very close to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She shrugged up her shoulder and giggled like a teenager. "Stop it. You're tickling me," she giggled some more. With my arm around her shoulders, I leaned in and whispered, "Tell me everything." The twinkles in each of our eyes connected. "OK," she patted my thigh, "you would be in another room, watching me as I start to pleasure my self." Hmmm, this is interesting, I thought. Ashley continued, "But, here's the thing, you can't touch yourself or anything. You should just watch." Intrigue grew. I nodded. She looked like I understood. But, I didn't yet. "You watch, for a few minutes, maybe. But, you should time it so I don't expect it." "Expect what?" I asked. "I'm getting to that," she replied. We were both already super horny just sitting so close and talking about it that I thought we were about to skip everything and just fuck! Ha-ha, but Ashley quickly reset her spell. "So, I'd be really getting into doing my self when I feel you're presence." Then, Ashley looked directly into my eyes for a second, as if gauging my reaction. I was all ears. "That's when you fuck me," was all she said. She moved out of the reach of my arms and indicated that I should leave the room. The look on her face was playful. But, underneath she seemed to mirror my own reactions; extreme sexual anticipation met with a slight trepidation. It seemed to be new territory for both of us. Even if it was Ashley's fantasy that we were playing out, I had to admit it fit a number of my own! I left the room. As my place is laid out, there is a direct line of sight from the pantry, through the kitchen and the hall to where the couch is situated in the living room. That's where I went, as quietly as possible. My clothes were discarded along the way. I leaned against the pantry wall and looked toward the living room. At first, I didn't see Ashley there. Then, she walked into view, naked and beautiful. Her nude body, standing there from that distance was a magnificent sight. Ashley is about 5'5", long blond hair - well, not blond, but a very light brown with sun streaked highlights. She is slim; smallish breasts below delicate shoulders, curved waist, flat tummy, slender legs, tiny butt, delicious looking triangle of pubic hair - darker than the hair on her head. By the way, up to that point, I had yet to eat her out. For a brief moment, I went into a different fantasy about doing just that. I resisted touching myself as Ashley had requested. My dreamy image of eating Ashley's pussy dissipated when I saw what she was doing. Still standing, her front facing me, she looked down at her hands as they caressed her body, slowly moving down toward that enticing triangle. Her legs parted slightly more as her hands began a slow exploration. She dipped the middle finger of her right hand into her hole and slowly traced a line up across her clit, parting the lips slightly with the fingers of her left hand. A barely noticeable shiver went through her entire body. For another moment, her finger lingered on her clit. Ashley then turned around, bent down, and picked the dildo up off of the couch. Her compact little butt was sticking up in my direction. Her legs slightly spread, I saw her begin to massage the dildo up and down between her legs. I didn't want to wait any longer. Either I was going to go in there now and fuck her like a dog. Or, I was going to jerk off right now and relieve the incredible tension that was building up. But, I remembered Ashley's desire for some kind of surprise. So, with her back to me, I tried to gauge my timing. I could see her starting to insert the dildo into her cunt with one hand and I could tell she was frigging her clit with the other. As quietly as possible, I slowly began to sneak from the pantry through the kitchen, toward the hall. The closer I got the more erotic she looked. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my pulsing cock. She wants to feel two cocks in her; I remembered her saying to me. She was using both hands to push and pull the dildo in and out of her dripping cunt. As I stepped closer, I realised it was her ass that I was going to fuck. One step away, I heard her girlish grunts. I think she knew I was there, by that point. I stepped closer, my dick at the opening of her butt. Ashley was pumping herself with increasing force. I spread the pre-cum across the head of my cock, preparing to enter her butt. Then, to my surprise, I heard her say, "Fuck me. Fuck my ass," she panted. My prick sank in with a tight resistance I had never felt before. A loud groan escaped both of us. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands cupping and kneading her breasts. I felt the dildo in Ashley's cunt. Through the membrane between her pussy and her asshole, I felt the dildo was plunging in and out and up and down along the shaft of my dick, which was beginning to pump her ass of its own volition. It was incredible! I had never felt anything like that in my life. I had not even fantasized about such a combination of sensations. I pumped hard only a couple more times before my orgasm went off the scale! Life itself seemed to be sucked out of me and poured through me all at the same time. Adding to all of these sensations, I felt Ashley's body convulsing in ways that seemed to intertwine us in high and mysterious ways. The moments seemed to stretch out before us. I was still inside her when both of our bodies gave way and we went clumsily tumbling onto the couch. My own body was pulsing, tingling, and shivering with sensory overload. Ashley was whimpering in short breaths and satisfied gasps. My arms automatically wrapped around her as we settled into a spoon across the couch. My nose was in her hair and her aromas were intoxicating. Our bodies were interlocked, our sexual spirits, too. We drifted, together, through a place or a state that cannot adequately be described. Neither of us wanted to move, perhaps, for fear of breaking the spell. As it was, we exited that state only after a long, dwelling embrace. From there, we went into a deep sleep.

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