Like a burden crushing down on a innocent victim I felt Ashley land on my chest. I groaned in the pure hell of having my whole body compressed by the excess of weight. He nuzzled my neck like a horse waiting to be fed. Violently he sucked on my neck- a mosquito could do it more delicately! This would be my fifth hickey this month. After what seemed like a eternity of torture he dragged his mouth from my neck and breathed heavily on my face, it felt colder than a winter day yet tasted sour and stained with cocaine.
As he kissed me it felt like a thousand whelks were suctioning the life out of my mouth. He forced his tongue into my mouth with a great deal of force. He wrapped his arms around my bare hips and continued to place his tongue into my mouth pushing it further and further, gradually choking me more and more. Pulling his tongue out to pause and take a breath of the sour choking mist that surrounded my bedroom, I tried to wiggle away from another kiss.
Forcing his face back in mine I closed my eyes and laid still while he continued to poke his slimy little tongue in my mouth. A sudden urge to vomit swept over me but I stayed still. Continuing he licked the edges of my lips like a desperate toad. Running his hands down my face I wanted to scream, his hands ice cold seem to freeze the wall of foundation, powder and blusher that covered my peachy complexion.
Lowering his hands he ruthlessly took hold of my boobs. I shuddered as I felt him undo the little clasp that held my protective barrier in place. Forcing his fingers to push the pink lace bra off he began to lick my tits. Sneakily, he licked like a lizard. Face as stubbly as a lizards scales. Rigorously, he twisted his hands around my boobs twisting them round his wicked touch. Forcing himself lower he fiddled with my belly button piercing; probably infecting it again. Coiling the little metal ball around his finger I tried not to flinch as the whole skin was ripped away from my body.
Moving his hands to the side to where my heavily mutilated arms laid motionless on the soft blue bed sheet. Dragging them into his sweaty palms he pulled them down to where his slimy, obnoxious dick was positioned. As he pressed my fingers around the vulgar structure I felt nauseous. Desperately, I tired to move my hands free from the inevitable fate but he pushed them back around for a few centuries before he decided the time was right.
In the usual cogent manner his penis erupted through me like a dagger through the heart although I was sure the dagger was a more pleasurable option. Wildly, it moved in and out a shiver ran down my spine as I felt the hollow emptiness inside me fill up with ten gallons of his cum. The cum was so chilling and I thought it was about eighty percent crack. Ashley would never use any form of protection, he thought it was petty and vein which made sex a whole lot less pleasurable. He moaned as if it was the best thing he had done all day.
Finally after a endless wait he ran out of stamina. Sex was incredibly over-rated either that or I was doing it incredibly wrong. Shagging in my dictionary red "refer to Hell". I hated that sensation of having someone's ratty dick inside me and the thought of it made me want to throw up for forty days and then become a nun. Ashley seemed to think otherwise however as he snuggled up next to me, he looked smitten with his little screwing.
Me and Ashley had been dating six months now, we got talking in a smoking area of club divergent. Our first date was at a crap restaurant but initially I liked what I saw. Ashley was large muscly build with black hair and was working in a petrol station and lived in trackies. His flat was the roughest place I had ever witnessed and his room mate Kyle was hardly the most desirably boy on the planet. Me and Ashley rarely went on dates just a couple of times a week Ashley would pop around to say hello which translate as hello can I have my fucking now thank you. It usually ended in a argument as well. I did love Ashley except I don't think my friends and room mates realised this.
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Teen FictionThis story is shared between 3 people. Excited to start living there own lives Millie, Belle and Esme start to realise life isn't always what it seems *Contains ADULT themes and strong language*