Ashley (Ash) and I dated briefly my junior year of college. There wasn’t really any particular reason for the briefness (I suppose we just didn’t have too much in common), and we did have a very fun few months all the same.
Ash was categorically beautiful: blonde hair, hooded green eyes, and full DD breasts, not to mention a penchant for some of the dirtiest talking I’d ever heard. Witness, for example, something which was equally hot and (somewhat) amusing: Ash would refer to “handjobs” as “fist fucking.”
Anyway you look at it, this wasn’t exactly an issue: what difference does it make, and besides, I had to admit it made the foreplay even hotter.
One night Ash and I were watching a movie in the common area of the suite she lived in with a few roommates. Given that the lights were out (and no one really gave a shit, anyway), she and I began to fool around a bit. Before long, Ash had my cock raging at attention as she playfully stroked me over my pants while we made out. Correctly sensing that the movie was no longer the main feature, Ash soon stood up and led me back to her room.
Ash quickly shut the door and—honestly before I could even fully register what was going on—started pulling at my belt and fly. Ash passionately freed my stiff cock from my pants and began beating me off. We continued to make out as she stroked, only pausing occasionally so she could quickly lick her hand for lube.
“You like fuckin’ my fist?” Ash started to moan. I nodded that I did, which made her stroke me even harder. “Just relax and fuck my fist, baby; I just want to feel your stiff cock throb while I beat you off.”
Assuming I knew where this was going, I started to work at her belt and pants, but to my surprise, she stopped me. “Not tonight,” she moaned in my ear, “tonight I just want to focus on making you fuckin’ explode all over me.”
I couldn’t object, and in fact let a grunt of pleasure slip out as she said it. Ash pushed me onto her bed and—as she pulled her shirt off to expose her amazing tits—began to work her way down my body. Pulling off my pants and underwear once and for all, Ash slipped my dick into my mouth and began to lick my shaft. “Oh, fuck!” I started to moan. This only made Ash bob up and down harder on my cock, licking and sucking with sloppy tongue passes over the head.
Ash soon returned to stroking me, and I was surprised (but not too surprised) to begin to feel the cum swelling up in my balls. “Keep fucking my fist,” Ash commanded, “keep fucking my fist until you can’t take it anymore.”
I couldn’t help but start thrusting against her grip as my orgasm built. “Oh, fuck . . . Ash, you’re going to make me cum” I practically shouted as I approached the edge.
“You ready to cum?” Ash teased, beating my cock even harder and faster. “Go ahead and cum anytime you want. I want you to fuckin’ shoot your load all over me. You think you can blow your load all over me?”
I nodded between moans, and before I knew it, I was cresting over the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m going to pop” was all I could manage by way of warning; Ash leaned down and—while continuing to work my shaft with her fist—took my load between her tits. “Yeah, that it,” she whispered, “shoot that load on my tits. Shoot your warm load all over me.”
Ash sat up, my cum dripping from her chin and tits down to her stomach. “How was that for a movie night?” she asked, running her fingers through the load on her body. I laughed and agreed I couldn’t think of a better one. Ash briefly excused herself and came back with a towel, wiping herself clean. Climbing up onto the bed, Ash undid her belt and fly and slide her pants off and onto the ground. Laying next to me in just her panties, the excitement of whatever was coming next made my dick twitch.
“Maybe I’m up for a double feature after all,” she said.
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