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Ashley, Part Two

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Ashley, Part Two by Ashley and I went from platonic buddies hanging out doing everyday sorts of things to sex monsters. For the next week or so, she stayed at my place and we got into this weird mode of sex, fun, and sleep. It was like a door opened between us; we walked through it, and never looked back. It was unspoken between us for the first couple of days that all we would do with each other was masturbate. No intercourse, not even oral, just hands and orgasms. We would wake up in the morning, play in bed, take a shower and play in there, make breakfast then play some more. A mid day nap was followed by lethargy for a few hours. Then we would play some more before doing something else as a diversion; shopping, cooking, chores, or something. By early evening, we would break out some wine, or beer, or something and then we would lounge around the living room half naked. Ashley was an expert at teasing me. I tried to play coy as much as I could. But, I usually failed after a while and soon we would be back at it; fondling ourselves or each other. An orgasm wasn't always the end goal. Titillation would often pay off later with increased pleasure. It was a dynamic made of our deepest fantasies. It wasn't until the third evening that the subject of fantasies came up. Ashley brought it up by wanting to play Q&A, again. That was the game that started it all between us, at the beginning of the week. We would trade questions, asking anything of each other. We had quickly realised the best way to play the game was to answer as truthfully as possible. "Sexually, what have you always wanted to do that you haven't ever tried?" she asked me. I had to think about it for a minute. It wasn't that I didn't have an answer. It was that I had to choose among many possible answers. The fact of the matter was that I had many fantasies whenever I masturbated. Finally, there was one image that locked itself in my mind. "There're so many," I started out, "but, there is one in particular. I'm not sure what you'd think of it, though." I had a sly grin on my face. Ashley matched that with one of her own. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know," she informed me. I decided to just blurt it out. "Well, I would love to see my cum spill all over your face." I was a little worried I might have gone too far when I saw the blush go up Ashley's face. She shifted in her seat as if uncomfortable and then said, in a low tone, "Wow. That's one of my fantasies, too!" It shouldn't have surprised me. So far, we had found ourselves in complete sync about all things sexual. But, something about her response did surprise me. I think it was the depth of her reaction to what I said that appeared to reflect a deep desire within her. My cock was rock hard thinking about it and realizing her reaction. I was only wearing boxers and my cock was sticking up, visible through the opening in front. Our game of Q&A was immediately suspended as Ashley leaned over, reached right in that opening, grasped the shaft of my hard on, and squeezed with just the right amount of pressure to cause a dollop of pre-cum to dribble onto her fingers. She retracted her hand, brought her fingers to her mouth and made a show of slurping the pre-cum off with her extended tongue. Without another word, we both shucked off what little clothing we had on. Ashley sat on the edge of the couch and dug her fingers into her cunt. I heard her girlish grunt as I stood in front of her, already stroking my meat faster than I would normally start off. My prick was at her eye level and she looked at it with a hungry desire. She leaned forward and, for the first time, I felt her warm wet lips wrap around the head of my dick. My hips bucked and my stroking went into overdrive. As I looked down, my view included both my cock at her face and her hands furiously working on her pussy. It was at exactly that moment that my seed blasted out of the end of my cock, splashing against her parted lips, into her mouth, off of her teeth, across her cheek. Most of the next six blasts coated her face, her hair, neck, and breasts. Some missed because she was writhing in her own uncontrollable orgasm. As my cum shots began to subside, she returned her mouth to the head of my cock, sucking and slurping until her own orgasm receded. I dropped back onto the couch. Ashley laid back. We stayed there, catching our breaths for a good long while. Then, it was off to the shower before we continued our game of Q&A.