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Finishing Up the Basement
So I’m going to give lemon writing another go, seeing how Over the Phone and Brock’s Vacation did fairly well.
But instead of doing a Brock and May story, I’ll be busting out a story
about Ash and Misty. Since I’ve been a
pretty big fan of this pairing, I figured this would flow much better for me.
Also, like the two aforementioned stories, this one takes
place in generally the same continuity (i.e. the involved parties are a bit
older). So without any further adieu,
enjoy…
Usual disclaimers apply.
These characters don’t belong to me.
Ash counted
the basement steps in his head as he walked backwards down them. This wouldn’t be that big of a problem
normally – if he was ever motivated to do such a thing – but with a mattress in
his hands, it was quite a problem. There
were twelve in all, the wooden staircase creaking under each step.
He got to
the bottom of the steps and backed up.
“You got it?” a voice called.
“Yeah, I
got it,” Ash said. “Hold on, let me get
around the beam here…” With the mattress still held vertically, Ash walked
around the support beam the banister ran into.
The other person helping with the mattress, Tracey Sketcher, moved off
the stairs, and with Ash’s help, set the mattress down on the box spring.
“I know you
need a new living space, but did you really have to have a king-size?” he
asked.
Ash grabbed
the new bed sheets and mattress cover sitting on the night stand next to the
bed. “Sure, why not?” he said. He unfurled the cover and stretched it into
place over the mattress. “As hard as I
worked on my way to the top of the Pokémon world, I deserve to enjoy my
success, don’t you think?” He grabbed
the new comforter after laying the sheets and blanket over the bed. “Besides, I’m getting too big for my old bed,
and that room, to be honest with
you. I either had my head against the
headboard or my feet were hanging off one end.”
Tracey
scoffed. “That sucks, man,” he
said. Indeed, he noticed Ash became considerably
taller in the past few years. Ash now
stood taller than him, and was better built; he wasn’t the same scrawny little
kid he met all those years ago. “So it’s
more of a biological need, then, huh?”
“Mostly. I can’t really sleep well curled up like
this:” And Ash flopped onto the newly made bed, with its brand new sheets, in
the fetal position. Tracey
chuckled. Ash then sprang to his
feet. “Also, it gives me and Misty
plenty of room to play around when we—”
“Gaaaaaah—I don’t wanna hear that!” Tracey’s hands tore through his hair. “Man, you trying to give me brain damage or
something?”
“What? Like you’ve never gotten down before?”
Tracey
waved his hands back and forth in front of him.
“No, I have, it’s just that…well, I don’t tell everyone about it, you know?”
Ash
laughed. “Alright, calm down, I’m just
messing with you,” he said. Ash looked
at the numerous electronics equipment strewn about an old chest of drawers that
came to about waist height, opposite an old sofa and coffee table (i.e. the old
living room furniture that was moved down into Ash’s new bedroom after
completely refurnishing the living room).
“Hey, you think you can help me with all that?”
“Sure
thing.” Tracey pushed the
chest-of-drawers back from the wall, finding an outlet with a power strip
plugged into one of the outlets. The
centerpiece of Ash’s new entertainment center was the television, but something
didn’t seem right. “Hey, Ash,” Tracey
asked. “Didn’t you buy a new TV? You’ve had this one for a while, haven’t
you?” He recognized the 32” Pokévox model from upstairs, but he heard Ash
purchased something a little more…up to date.
“Where’s that one?”
“What, the 56-inch
plasma?” Ash asked. He sprayed some
Pledge on the table, then wiped it clean with a rag, bringing the table to a
nice shine. “That’s upstairs, in the living
room.” He then turned his attention to
one of the end tables. “I told you—I
brought all new stuff for upstairs, and took all the old furniture down here
for my new room. It’s not in perfect
shape, but it suits me pretty well.
Still has a certain charm to it, don’t you think?”
Tracey
snorted a laugh, and shook his head.
“You’re spoiling your mother, you know that?”
“And why
not? I’ve got the means to do so.” Ash had an intense look on his face. “Dude, when I started my journey, we…weren’t
all that well off. Those few years
before I left home for the first time were some of the worst times of my
life. I don’t ever want to experience something like that again…and I’m sure my
mom feels the exact same way, no doubt about it.”
“I see,”
Tracey said. His eyes were wide, and he
listened intently to each word. Quietly,
he turned around and connected the last remaining wires from the speakers to
the rest of the sound system. While he
didn’t have the entire story, he heard bits and pieces from Professor Oak about
Ash’s past. From what he learned, Ash’s
father abandoned his family when he was young, leaving him and his mother Delia
to fend for themselves. For a while, the
professor supported them whenever he could, but Mrs. Ketchum didn’t want to
become too dependant on Prof. Oak’s assistance.
Eventually, Delia found a decent job (which she is still at today), and her
and her son could resume a “normal” life.
And now,
years later, the boy who woke up late on the first day of his journey, was
several steps behind all the other starting trainers (who consequently are no
longer battling Pokémon competitively in the same fashion), got last dibs on
starting Pokémon, and had everything going against him every step of the way,
was now able to call himself one of the elite Pokémon trainers in the Pokémon
world. Though his new goal of being the
greatest Pokémon master ever is still a long ways off, he is most content with
his current status in life. He could
almost make up for all the years of loneliness and despair early in his life,
and make sure neither he nor his mother had to worry about anything ever again.
Tracey also
figured Ash didn’t want to talk about when his father left them, so he steered
clear of that subject. “Well anyway, I
got your TV all set up!” he quickly shot out.
Ash’s mood
quickly became much more pleasant.
“Good, because I’d have no idea how to set any of that stuff up,” he
said.
“Let me get
the sound system turned on, too, and we’ll be all set,” Tracey said. He pushed a button and turned a knob on one
of the components, but tried not to set it too high. “You gotta be careful not to blow out the
speakers, bro,” he warned.
“Tempting,
but a waste of money for sure,” Ash added.
“Sound down here doesn’t carry to the rest of the house for some reason;
I can pretty much be as loud as I want down here.” Tracey smiled, and handed him the remote for
the satellite receptor on the TV. “Shall
we?” Ash aimed the remote at the TV
screen, and hit the power button. The TV
turned on, but the only thing that greeted them was a bright blue screen.
“The hell?”
Tracey asked.
Then, this
message appeared on the screen: Welcome.
Your PokéDish system is starting up.
Ash and
Tracey exchanged glances. “Oh,” they
said simultaneously.
They turned
their heads at the sound of the door opening and footfalls on the steps. Mrs. Ketchum came down the stairs, smiling.
“My, you
two certainly got a lot done today,” she said.
“Everything working alright?”
“Yeah, we
got everything up and running,” Ash said.
Mrs.
Ketchum nodded. “You really put a lot of
work into this old basement, Ash. It
looks really nice.” She then looked at
Tracey. “And thanks for coming over to
help, Tracey.”
“Don’t mention
it, Mrs. Ketchum,” he said. “Besides,
I’ve put together bigger systems than this.
Which reminds me…” Tracey looked at the two Ketchums. “Wanna see just how well this works?”
Without
waiting on an answer, Tracey clicked on the radio, which, unintentionally, was
set to a local hip-hop station. The bass
was also accidentally set all the way up, and the heavy bass line of the
current song, combined with the system’s high volume, made the entire house
shake. Tracey balked backward before
lunging at the stereo components, slapping his hand over the on/off
switch. The system turned off, leaving a
deafening silence in its wake.
“Sorry
about that,” Tracey said nervously.
“See, this is why you don’t want to turn it up that much—you know, blowing out the speakers and whatnot.”
“I’ll try
to keep that in mind,” Ash deadpanned.
There was also the sticking point that Ash did not like hip-hop music.
Mrs.
Ketchum walked towards the stairs, motioning for Ash and Tracey to follow. “Well, come on up, you two. Dinner’s just about ready. You’re eating here, right?”
“Well,
sure,” Tracey said. “You sure there’ll
be enough?”
“You know
my mom,” Ash said, “my mom always makes a lot!”
“Hurry up,
you two!” Mrs. Ketchum called. “You
don’t want it to get cold, do you?”
“Alright,
we’re coming!” Ash called.
“Oh, by the
way, look who else is joining us,” Mrs. Ketchum said as Ash and Tracey entered
the kitchen. Leaning against the sink,
scratching behind Pikachu’s ears, was Misty, smiling at her boyfriend.
“Hey, Ash,”
she said, walking over to him. “Glad to
see me?”
“Always,”
he said. He slid one arm around her, and
pulled her into a kiss. It was a light
kiss at first, just a peck, but their mouths opened and their tongues mingled.
But Delia stepped
in to break it up. “Alright, knock it
off, you two,” she said sternly. “Come
on, it’s time to eat.”
So the four
of them sat down to feast on Mrs. Ketchum’s wonderful cooking.
* * * * *
Ash knotted
his towel around his waist as he exited the bathroom. He just stepped out of the shower and was
mostly dry, save for his hair. As he
stepped out, he instinctively went to the staircase; however, that wasn’t
applicable anymore. His bedroom wasn’t
upstairs, it was the basement. Making a
mental note, he turned and walked to his new bedroom.
He
descended the stairs, and looked at his new setup. All the new elements would need some time to
get used to. Still, the young Pokémon
master liked what he saw. The next step
up, when he was old enough, was to get his own sprawling, palatial estate, surrounded
by even more of the fruits of his hard work and drive to be a great Pokémon master.
When he
looked at his new bedroom, he noticed the television was still on. Odd…he was certain he turned it off before going
up to the bathroom…and Pikachu was fast asleep in his new Pikachu condo on the
other side of the couch…so what was the deal?
“Hey
honey,” he heard a voice say. It was
Misty’s voice, he figured out. She was
sitting on end of the couch, opposite the bed, scanning through the
channels. In Misty’s other hand was a
flyer that listed all of the new channels.
She put the remote and the flyer down on the coffee table and beckoned
him over. He sat down next to her.
“How you
feeling?” she asked, turning toward him.
“Little
tired from moving furniture around all day, but I’m alright, mostly,” Ash
answered.
“‘Mostly’?”
Misty asked. She grinned, and leaned
closer. She pushed on his chest, and Ash
went back, his head on the arm of the couch.
Misty sat astride his pelvis, and lay down across his chest. “You’re not ready to turn in alright, are
you?” She leaned in and kissed him. Unlike earlier, there was no stopping their
kissing from getting more passionate.
Ash slid
his arms up and down her back as they kissed.
She broke the kiss off and looked into his eyes. The lust flared between the two. “Well not anymore,” Ash said with a
smirk. He pulled Misty down atop him,
and they kissed again, deeper this time.
Misty slowly rolled her hips, grinding herself against Ash’s hardening
member.
One hand
came off of Misty’s body, and felt around for the remote. He used it to turn off the television,
focusing on his girlfriend instead.
During that brief moment Ash shifted his focus, Misty broke off the kiss
and kissed down to Ash’s neck. His back
arched at the sensation as Misty started sucking on him.
“Ooooh,
Misty…” Ash moaned.
Misty said
nothing; she simply sucked harder on him.
Ash, for
the most part, was content to let Misty cling to his neck with almost vampiric
gusto. She kept her eyes closed and
breathed mostly through her nose, as her lips remained tightly on Ash’s
neck. Their mutual arousal grew with
each passing second—Misty’s lips on him, combined with her grinding against his
crotch, made his cock grow harder and harder.
And while Misty was sucking on him, Ash’s hands were getting more
familiar with her body, and his now fully hard dick pressed against her…the few
layers of fabric between them might as well have been a brick wall. They both knew that Ash would have a huge
hickey on his neck when he gets up tomorrow morning, which also put a naughtier
spin on the moment.
Misty kept
up her ministrations, spurred on by Ash’s hands roaming her body and his groans
of pleasure. One hand settled on her
butt, while the other busied itself with one of her breasts. The hard nipple poked through the fabric, and
Ash’s fingers brushed over it again and again.
His other hand settled on her firm, lush backside, squeezing and
releasing over and over. Eventually both
hands settled on her ass, massaging and kneading the firm flesh. Misty moaned at the treatment, even whimpered
lightly when Ash gave her ass a lovetap.
Then, Ash’s hands slid up her taut stomach, and up her shirt. He took her breasts in hand, smiling as he
discovered Misty wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her shirt came up a little as Ash caressed
and kneaded her tits. She kept moaning
into his neck. Her moans turned into a
muffled whimper as Ash’s fingers found her nipples and tweaked them; that moan
made Misty scrape her lover’s neck with her teeth, causing him to whimper
loudly.
Misty’s
mouth came off him, and she looked him dead in the eye. Ash’s hands stopped, but still cupped Misty’s
tits. Her hands slid up his forearms to
his own hands. “Don’t worry,” she said,
gently taking his hands off her breasts.
“You’ll see them, eventually.”
She got off him, and pulled him to his feet with her. She led Ash over to the bed. He was on his knees watching her, but instead
of joining him on the bed, she went over to the stereo system. There was a CD there that did not belong to
him; one look at the CD-R label told him it was a burned CD…possibly
Misty’s. She turned on the system, put
the CD in, and turned the volume up.
Ash bit the
corner of his mouth. It was R&B
music, which, along with hip-hop, was among his least desirable music
genres. And while it didn’t trigger an
immediate need to silence it (that “honor” was reserved for country music),
part of him at least considered asking to turn it off. However, the site before him changed his
mind. His mouth was open at the site
before him, but for a much different reason.
Misty smiled at him with lust in her
eyes. She started moving her body in
erotic motions. “Lay back and relax,
Ash,” Misty said as the music started. She let out a low, sensual moan. “I want you
to enjoy this.”
And enjoy
it, he would. Her boyfriend was
hypnotized by her motions. Ash regained
his composure, and sat back against the pillows. He dare not take his eyes off the site before
him.
The song
playing was a love song (Ash surmised from the lyrics), with a good amount of
bass. The rhythm was captivating, and as
Misty danced for him, he was subconsciously bobbing his head to the beat, even
if just a little.
Misty moved
to the music, bumping-and-grinding her hips and sliding her hands up and down
her torso. Her eyes swept up and down
her boyfriend’s body. In the years she
knew him, his scrawny physique gave way to a lean, lithe form that was agile
and surprisingly strong. Granted, he
didn’t have the muscle mass that someone like Brock did, but excessive muscle
mass on Ash just wouldn’t look right.
Of course,
to Misty’s delight, he was big where it mattered the most—both metaphorically,
and physically.
She heard
him gasp lightly when her hands found the fly of her shorts. Her eyes met his as she undid the button, and
slowly unzipped the zipper. Then, she
bent over slightly and pushed the shorts down off her hips and to the
floor. Bending over in such a way gave
Ash an excellent view of her cleavage.
Misty
stepped out of her shorts and began dancing again. Her hands slid up her thighs, over her thinly
covered pussy, and back up to her chest.
Her hips rolled along with the beat, while her hands slid up to her head
and undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall about her shoulders.
Her hands
caressed her stomach, and her breasts, still covered by her shirt. Her eyes met Ash’s; it looked like he wasn’t
even blinking, thinking he might miss something. Perfect,
Misty thought. He won’t want to miss any of this.
Misty’s hands came to her waist, and she slowly turned around.
Ash’s eyes
were fixated on her ass, which was clad only in a dark red thong—a garment that
Ash bought for her some time ago. After
one lovemaking session, Ash asked why Misty didn’t wear such style of
underwear. She simply said she didn’t
find them appealing. However, she agreed
to wear them, as long as Ash would buy them for her. When they next met up, she learned that Ash
went out and purchased a bunch of them for her, citing her earlier words. Of course, Ash would learn she started
wearing them pretty frequently. Man, did
Ash love the way her ass looked in them!
A slight
rustling of clothing regained Ash’s attention.
He looked up to see Misty standing still where she was, her hips still
cocked, but now her shirt was hanging off her right hand. She looked over her shoulder, let the shirt
drop out of her hand, and winked at him.
She turned around, and kept dancing.
However, she kept her breasts teasingly out of view from her boyfriend
either by taking them in her hands, or covering them with her forearms. Ash got up on his knees. His eyes were glued to Misty’s near-nude
form. With a light chuckle, Misty leaned
forward, and crawled on the bed up to Ash and was on her knees before him.
“So, did
you like that?” she said, her voice just above a whisper. The tent in his towel formed by his bulging
cock told her all she needed to know.
Ash didn’t
answer anyway; instead he wrapped his arms around Misty and kissed her
deeply. Misty’s tongue sought out Ash’s
as she caressed his chest. His hand slid
down her back and cupped her toned, firm ass.
She moaned as Ash’s tongue caressed hers and he massaged her ass with
both hands. She broke off the kiss and
grabbed Ash’s towel. After unknotting
it, she cast it aside. She stroked his
hard cock. His pubic region was shaved
clean (a quid pro quo he and Misty set up so Misty would shave her pussy).
“Oh,
Misty…” he gasped. Her hands felt so
good against his member. Ash slid his
hands up her body and took her tits in his hands. He rolled her nipples in her hands and
pinched them, making her gasp. When he
reached down to her waist and grabbed the straps of her thong, she sat back and
slid her feet up onto his shoulders. He
slid the garment off, and tossed it aside.
Misty got back to her knees. Her
mouth was on Ash’s again in another deep kiss.
She leaned forward, urging Ash back.
Ash let his head rest against the pillows.
Misty
straddled his waist as she kissed him.
His cock brushed against her ass.
She pulled her lips back from him a few feet and stared into his eyes.
“What’s
wrong?” Ash asked.
“Nothing,”
she answered. Then, she grinned at
him. “I just want you to eat me out,
that’s all.” Misty slid completely off
him. Ash was about to sit up as well,
when Misty’s hand on his chest stopped him.
She then mounted his face and leaned forward, facing his crotch. As her tongue licked the head of his cock,
she pushed her hips back, pushing her pussy into her boyfriend’s face.
Meanwhile,
the stereo played the next song on the CD.
Ash was
quick to reciprocate. He set his hands
on her ass so that he could hold her pussy lips open with his thumbs. He set to work probing her pussy with his
tongue. He licked around her wet lips,
then pushed his tongue inside and lapped at her insides. Misty’s pussy juice dripped onto Ash’s mouth
with each stroke of his tongue. The
taste made Ash eat her with greater enthusiasm.
Misty,
meanwhile, was hard at work sucking her boyfriend’s dick. She ran her tongue around the tip, sweeping up
the precum that dripped out. She took
the tip into her mouth, then more and more of her Ash’s thick meat. She had no trouble taking the entire length
into his mouth. Soon, she was bobbing
her head up and down on him. While she
sucked him, her fingers played with his balls.
The tongue working over her cunt drove her forward.
While she
was sucking his dick, Ash kept working her wet pussy. He leaned up and pressed his entire mouth up
against her opening, and he took a long, deep suck. His hands, meanwhile, brushed lightly against
her thighs, his fingertips barely touching.
Misty moaned and whimpered, her mouth still wrapped around his
cock. The moaning sent vibrations
through his cock, which in turn drove Ash to greater levels of pleasure.
Ash’s cock
popped out of her mouth. She licked up
and down his length. “Oh god, Ash,”
Misty panted. “Eat me, baby…” She let
out a loud moan, and took him back in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his dick,
pausing when the entire length was in her mouth. Ash’s lips moved down to her clit, while he
pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. He pressed his tongue against her clit, and
gave her ass a slap with his free hand. Her
quick, high panting told of her impending orgasm. To set Misty off, he pushed his tongue into
her clit as hard as he could, and thrust his fingers faster and faster. She pushed her hips back against Ash’s hands
and his mouth, and her moans ended in a loud, muffled wail as she came. Ash kept his fingers buried as far into
Misty’s cunt as he could—partly to prolong her orgasm, and partly because the vibrations
from her screaming around his dick pushed him over the edge, and with a loud
grunt, he came in Misty’s mouth. He
could feel each spurt of his cum going into her mouth, and better still, he
could feel her swallowing his load.
“Oh…god…”
Ash gasped. He flopped back against his
pillows. Misty lay limp overtop
him. He withdrew his fingers from her
pussy. He brought them up to his
mouth. They were covered in Misty’s
cum. He slid his fingers into his mouth,
and sucked all her juices off. When they
were clean, he took them out, and rested his hands against his chest. He closed his eyes with a sigh. Misty has such a wonderful taste…
His eyes
opened when he felt a weight on his body.
Misty lay atop him, smiling at him.
He smiled back, and drew her into a kiss. She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips
against his crotch. Ash rolled them onto
their side. Their kiss continued, and
Misty entwined her legs in his. They
could taste themselves on the other’s lips.
Again, the
song changed on the CD.
“Mmmmm…”
she moaned. “You do such a good job of
eating my pussy.”
Ash
chuckled. “Well, I get plenty of
practice,” he said. He ran a hand down
her firm stomach to her bald pussy, and slipped two fingers inside. She moaned softly. “You’re no slouch at oral, either.”
“Like you
said, darling…practice,” Misty said. She
wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. They kissed again, and before too long, Ash’s
cock was again hard in her hands. “You
don’t go down very easily, do you?”
“Well, I
have my beautiful, sexy girlfriend in bed with me…” he leaned in and whispered
into her ear, “…and I’m about to make love to her and blow…her…mind…”
Misty
shuddered at Ash’s words. She pushed him
on his back and straddled his waist. Her
wet pussy lips ran up and down his cock.
She lifted herself up, and Ash positioned his unit straight up, aimed
right at Misty’s pussy. She felt her
lips being pushed aside from Ash’s tip.
She put her hands on his chest and sat down, fully impaling herself on
her boyfriend’s cock.
“Oh, god!
Ash!” she whimpered. She looked down at
him, biting on her lower lip. She slowly
rocked her hips back and forth, feeling his cock penetrating deep inside
her. The feeling made her moan. Ash slid his hands over hers.
“Yeah,
Misty…” he gasped. “You feel so good…”
Her pace
sped up, just a little. “Oh, god…oh,
fuck…”
“Don’t hold
back, babe,” Ash said. “You can be as
loud as you want, now.”
Misty
nodded, and moved a little faster still.
She leaned back, her hands on Ash’s thighs. She lightly traced her fingers up and down
the insides of his legs as her hips bucked back and forth, her pussy stretched
wide over her boyfriend’s hard dick. Having
her arms back like that gave Ash a view of her beautiful, highly aroused form
in all its glory. Her breasts heaved
with every breath she took; every exhale came in the form of a moan, or a gasp,
or a whimper, the result of pleasure building with every passing second. Sweat started to drip from her face, and her
torso was covered in a light sheen that made her body glow.
“Ah! Ah!
Oh, god! Oh, oh, ooooh,
ohhh! Ohh yeah! Ahhh, fuck!
Ohhhhhh!” Just as Ash said, she
could be as loud as she wanted (or needed) without fear of reprisal. Misty got very vocal during sex, and Ash,
well…loved to hear her scream in ecstasy.
Ash’s hands
slid around her hips and settled on her ass.
He kneaded the taut flesh continuously.
Misty laughed lightly at the feeling.
“Mmm, you like playing with my ass, don’t you?” she chided.
“What can I
say?” he asked. He squeezed her ass
tighter. “You have such a beautiful ass,
hon.”
Misty
leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest.
She started picking up her hips and dropping them down on her boyfriend. Over and over, she bounced up and down on
Ash’s dick. One look down and Ash could
watch her pussy slide up and down his cock as it would come about ¾ off of him
before dropping down and swallowing his dick again. He grabbed hold of her waist and thrust up
into her as she came down, driving him deeper inside and driving Misty closer
and closer to the edge.
“Ahhh! Aaaaah, Ash!” she wailed. Her hands clutched into fists and released
over and over. The end was drawing
near. “OoooooOOOooooOOOhhhhOhhhhhhh…”
“Come on,
Misty,” Ash encouraged, “ride my cock!”
He kept up his thrusting, determined to make Misty climax. Loud pops of flesh hitting flesh filled the
room, just as loud as Misty’s cries of ecstasy.
Her gasps grew more frequent and higher in pitch. Until eventually…
“Unhhhhh,
fuck, OHHH! AAAASH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Misty threw her head back and screamed, her
body wracked with pleasure. Every
muscled in her body became as tight as steel cables as her orgasm overtook
her. She heard Ash grunt beneath her. While he held himself buried fully within
her, amazingly he did not cum. It took
all of Ash’s willpower to keep from shooting off, especially with the death
grip Misty’s cunt had on his cock.
He wasn’t
done with her yet. Besides, it was time
for him to be in control.
Misty
draped herself over Ash. Her breath came
in deep pants as she came down from her orgasmic high. She felt on the urge of passing out. Then, she felt Ash kissing around her neck
before kissing her lips. She let her
lips part and met Ash’s tongue with her own.
Meanwhile, he calmly slipped himself out of her pussy. Her juices dripped from both her pussy and
his still hard cock.
“You didn’t
cum yet, did you?” she asked quietly.
“Not yet,”
Ash whispered. He caressed her breasts.
Misty
whimpered as his hands found her nipples and pinched them lightly. “It wouldn’t be right if I left you hanging
like that, would it?” she asked, smiling.
“Well, not
really,” Ash chuckled.
“I didn’t
think so.” She kissed down to his neck,
and sucked on his neck a little bit—right on the spot where she sucked
earlier. Then, she slid up and flicked
his earlobe with her tongue. Her voice
was a lust-filled whisper. “I’m all
yours, honey.”
Ash
smiled. He pushed one of Misty’s legs
aside and slid out from underneath her, leaving her on all fours. She put her hands on the pillows, her arms
straight. Ash kneeled behind her and
grabbed her hips. Misty reached
underneath until her hand took hold of his cock. She straightened it out, and aimed it at her
pussy. Ash again held her pussy lips
apart with his thumbs as she guided the tip of his dick into her wet little entrance. Once the tip was inside, Ash wasted no
time. He buried himself to the hilt with
one sharp thrust.
“Unnnnh!”
Misty groaned at the penetration.
“Oh, god,
Misty,” he grunted. He started thrusting
into her. He could feel her pussy
clinging to his cock, never wanting to let it go. “God, it feels like you’re sucking me in!”
“I want
you, Ash,” she moaned. “I want you so
badly…”
That was
all he needed to hear. He picked up the
pace of his thrusting. As his pace
increased, so too did Misty’s cries of pleasure. Feeling Ash taking her from behind, his cock
reaching deep inside her depths, was a feeling that only her Ash could make her
feel, and she loved every moment of it. Not
only could he get so deep, but his dick also spread her pussy wide. Putting that together with Ash’s diligence in
making her cum (and his own sounds of pleasure and encouraging dirty talk) made
Misty look forward to any chance she and Ash could get to be alone.
Ash pounded
Misty’s tight cunt at a steady pace, driven on by Misty’s moans. Soon, the room was again filled with the
popping sounds of flesh against flesh, as Misty thrust her firm ass back to
meet Ash’s thrusts. He loved making her
feel such levels of pleasure. She’s
incredibly beautiful to him, and every time he looks into her eyes or runs his
hands across her gorgeous flesh, he wondered just how he ended up with a beauty
such as her. He also loved making her
cum, as a way of showing how much he loves her.
His hands slid
off her waist and kneaded her ass from time to time. Misty threw a glance over her shoulder at the
feeling. She knew what he wanted to
do. “Slap my ass!” she shouted. Ash looked up at her. She was looking back over her shoulder, her
mouth hanging open. He looked down at
his hands, which were on her hips as he thrust in and out of her. One hand rubbed over her ass in small circles
before he drew it back, and brought it down hard, resounding in a sharp slap. Misty’s sudden, sharp cry told him she loved
it. He slapped her ass again, bringing
another shout from his girlfriend. Then,
he switched to the other buttock and gave it another good slap as well. Plus, every time his hand came down upon her,
he felt her cunt tightened around his dick, if only for a brief moment. “Ooooooooooh!” she moaned.
“Oh, you
like that, don’t you?” he asked. He gave
her ass another good slap. “Feels good,
doesn’t it?”
“Oh god,
yes!” Misty wailed. Her breathing was
erratic and just about everything that came out of her mouth was a collection
of pants and moans. She was close to cumming. “Fuck me, Ash! Fuck me!”
Ash
smirked. He gripped Misty’s hips so
tightly his knuckles were white. He pummeled
her pussy as hard and as fast as he could.
He could sense the end was near—for both of them.
“Oh, Ash!
I’m gonna cum!” she wailed.
“Me too,
Misty,” he grunted. He leaned forward
and whispered into her ear. “Come on, hon,
cum for me! Scream for me, baby!”
And scream,
she did. Misty let out numerous ragged
gasps and screams as she came closer to the edge. “Ahh!
Ahhh! AHHH! AHHHH!
AHHHH! OH FUCK! AAAAAAAASH!”
She threw her head back and let out a loud shriek. Her entire body locked up, and her pussy
constricted around his cock. She could
feel her boyfriend’s dick throbbing and pulsing against her tight walls, and
soon, she felt the end come for Ash as well.
“Aaaaaahh,
Misty! UNNNNNHHHH!” Ash buried himself to the hilt with one last
thrust as his orgasm hit. Their screams
overlapped as he came, his cock throbbing deep inside of her. His cum shot out in thick spurts, filling her
pussy with his warm load. Her cunt
squeezed him repeatedly. It felt like
she was sucking the cum straight out of his balls.
Misty’s
arms buckled and she collapsed forward, exhausted. Ash slumped forward and lay atop his
girl. He still kept himself fully inside
of her, not wanting to let go of this wonderful feeling. They both breathed heavily, still recovering
from their massive euphoria and still enjoying the intimate contact with one
another.
He caressed
her stomach. “Misty…” he gasped. “You’re incredible…you know that?”
Those same
hands soon slid upward and took hold of her breasts. “You’re so good to me, Ash,” she purred. She sighed contently as Ash’s hands caressed
her still sensitive tits.
Ash stayed
like that for several more moments, playing with his girlfriend’s tits with his
cock still deep inside her pussy. He let
go and pulled himself out, but he waited until he was completely limp before
doing so. He shivered at the feeling of
the cool air around his dick, coated with a mix of his and Misty’s cum. Then, he noticed the stereo was still playing. In his lust-fueled haze, he forgot it was
still on. Ash walked over to the
system. He noted that it was on the 14th
track on the CD—nearly an hour of music Misty burned on to that disc. He tapped the power button, and the room was
quiet.
Meanwhile,
Misty drew back the covers. She got into
the newly made bed and lay on her side, watching her boyfriend. She stared as his backside while he turned
off the radio. As he turned around and
walked toward the bed, her gaze remained fixed, lingering on his cock. Her eyes went upward, taking in his nicely
defined chest and handsome face. He
smiled at her when their eyes met. Ash
pulled the covers over the both of them, and lay behind Misty. He laid a hand over her hip.
“So does
this mean the bed’s been broken in?” Misty chuckled.
“Oh, sure,”
Ash said. “Now for the final test—sleeping in it.” They both laughed at this. Ash reached back and turned out the lamp on
the nightstand. He slid his arms around
Misty’s waist and pulled her in close.
Misty closed her eyes and smiled.
Ash kissed her neck lightly. “I
love you, Misty.”
Misty turned
her head so his lips could meet hers. “I
love you, too,” she cooed. She turned
back around and snuggled against her boyfriend.
Before she
focused on getting some sleep, however, she spoke again. “You know, Ash,” she said, “you’ve got a
pretty nice ass, yourself.” She sighed
as she felt Ash take hold of her breasts again.
“I’m glad
you think that, Misty,” he said. He
moved his hips forward a bit, feeling her ass pressing back against him. “But I don’t think I’d look nearly as good in
a thong as you do.”
Misty
chuckled. “Don’t knock it until you’ve
tried it,” she said. Ash laughed with
her, then kissed her neck and settled down.
Misty put her hands atop Ash’s and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to
overtake her. Soon, she fell asleep,
content and warm in her boyfriend’s bed—and his arms.
A little bit shorter than the other two aforementioned
stories, but I enjoyed writing this one just as much. There also seems to be, in my view, a bit of
a drop in Ash/Misty lemons around the ‘net, and the ones that have been showing
up could be better. So this is a little
bit of an effort to reverse that trend.
Let’s see how it turns out.
I hope you've had as much fun reading it as I've had writing
it.
© 2007 Millennium Pen studios
(x-posted all over the place)
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