Sleepy Insomniac

Taste the Rainbow

Chapter 6

John was stunned. This had to feel phenomenal for a girl her age. John remembered when he was twelve and jacking off every couple of hours in the bathroom, every-single-day. He’d get an erection even at the slightest glance of side-boob from his literature teacher, Mrs. Hefny. Now, he was about to give oral to the most beautiful girl he ever knew and she just told him she'd rather have sex first. What was crazier, this was the first time John ever wanted to give oral. He was actually disappointed he couldn't give her the first orgasm this way.

But not really disappointed. John just kissed what was possibly the purest piece of human anatomy he had ever seen. Her pussy was perfect, complete with a tiny protruding clit that was so hard it probably gave her chills every time her heart thumped. If she really wanted the first time to be during sex, John knew neither of them had long.

John lowered her to the ground and took her into his arms again. He jogged her upstairs to the master bedroom while quick, tiny squeaks from the wooden staircase following them as they rose.

In the bedroom, John turned on the dimmer high enough so they could still see, but low enough it didn’t feel like a hotel lobby (though, on second thought, John felt that would be pretty hot, too). The room was basic, not much more than his king-sized bed, side table and dresser. Only a few generic house and garden paintings crookedly hung on the wall; family, it seemed, wasn't a happy reminder for him. Bland thematic decor adorned the bed quilt and wall color; mostly tan and old flowery designs John never really cared for nor hated. A glass sliding door on the far wall led out to a deck, but the deck was shrouded in darkness. Not surprisingly, neither of them had noticed the storm had continued just as violently during their little escapade, if not worsened. Lightning flashed once, quickly illuminating the bedroom briefly. A loud, crackly thunder sounded shortly after.

John laid Ashley down on top of the bed covers. Her body gently melted into the padding as the blankets started to grow darker, soaking up the remaining water on her backside. Ashley calmly waited, her fingers loosely touching as she held her hands slightly in the air above her chest. She looked comfortable, but nervous with anticipation. John started to say something, but retracted before any sound came out. He wanted to say I'm afraid, too, but decided that may have not been the best choice of words given the circumstances. Still, he needed to reassure her, so he smiled and ran his hand lightly down the side of her face. She turned her face toward it, closing her eyes and breathing in his skin. His fear subsided a little; he knew she wanted it, possibly more than he did. Without a second thought or hesitation, he chose to give it to her.

He first lifted her blouse. It slid up her body, along her rib-cage and eventually to her shoulders. Getting her head through the top, he whisked it off her arms, revealing her half-naked body. As expected her chest was flat, but not totally. Her nipples were small, firm and protruding slightly. Her stomach and waist were skinny and slender. Grabbing her sides, her body warmed up his hands. John inhaled and leaned in, sucking on her breasts immediately. Approving moans instantly emerged from her mouth.

Ashley’s skin was still glistening from the water and John licked her chest, finding anything he could do for any reason to lead him to the next area. Eventually he jumped down to her feet. He pulled off her embroidered slip-ons and tossed them to the floor. Her feet were small and seeing them made John’s erection harden to the point he started to feel pain. He quickly kissed and licked the top of her feet.

"Hey! That tickles..." she giggled, though even through the laughter, a sultry tone seeped through. John's dick rose up on end, almost touching his stomach. He wished he had more time to give her proper attention, but this was going to have to be quick. He wasn't the jackrabbit he once was, but a little cum had already escaped him and stood at the end of his shaft.

She can't get pregnant, can she? John thought, but he knew it was silly to question it and silly to assume. He didn't have any protection in the house, but he knew they'd never be able to find any in town, with the storm and all. For a moment he pressed his face against her ankle, blocking out the consequences from his mind, but still remaining fully aware of his dilemma. His dick throbbed and throbbed as he awkwardly waited, hoping some memory, some long lost condom that just happened to be under the drawer, scattered there during a wonderful, drunken, forgotten night. But John knew, no such night existed, not for a very long time.

Ashley's left foot rose up and stroked the side of his face. He turned his head and answered her gesture, lightly rubbing his nose along the inner edge of her foot, up to her big toe which he gave a small peck to. He looked up at her; her eyes gazed down, above her wonderful body and in the same line of view of her perfect, hairless mid-section. "Fuck it," John whispered to himself, not picking up on the pun. He had the prize; she was all his. So what if he opened it a little early?

He ignored the counter-arguments that called back, forcing them to die away into the distant echo making up his current consciousness. He journeyed up her left leg dropping kisses like bread crumbs, and then repeated with her right. He caressed every perfect inch of her perfect legs and her perfect skin. Going upward, her knees were small and cute; her thighs incredibly toned and elegant, like those small mannequin legs impossible for grown women to have, but here a pair rested directly in front of him...and they were real. Thunder rumbled through the bedroom, giving Ashley a stir. She ran her fingers through John's hair, almost pulling him toward her sweet spot. Continuing his journey, up John went.

Her skirt. John rolled Ashley onto her side and unzipped the back. It easily came off, drifting down along her legs and over each heel, foot and toe. John looked up and saw her ass from the side. It was rounded, small and tight, similar to her thighs. John desperately wanted to give it some attention, but his heart pumped like a time bomb.

He leaned her on her back, reached down with his left hand and traced his fingers up the inside of her left thigh. Ashley started to shudder, holding her arms up the air with fists mounted, unsure of what to do with them. She was waiting for it, as was he. John massaged between her thigh and her pussy. He eventually rubbed his fingers up and down the pussy itself. She moaned approvingly, gently opening and closing her eyes in rhythm to his movements, but she never took her eyes away from him, not once.

Her eyes were darker at this point, deeper than they were outside. Her pupils were dilated and John knew what this meant, but he didn’t dare ruin the moment by asking her. Neither of them could be any more turned on. It was time.

John ripped off his shirt and launched off his shoes and pants with a speed only men seem capable of achieving when undressing themselves. He climbed on top of her, his larger, manly body overtaking her figure, making her nearly impossible to see if looking at them from above. Her breathing increased as he grew closer, her face lining up with his chest. John underestimated how small she actually was; after failing to feel his way around, he had to rise back up on his knees before he could see what he was doing. He moved his penis near her pussy, pressing against it slightly to hold it in place. He didn’t have a small dick, but it certainly wasn’t one of those monstrous dildos he came across scanning for porn on the Internet. He never understood how a woman could fuck herself with one without killing herself. But if they could take one of those monster-sized dildos, Ashley should be able to handle his seven inch penis (though it was, John thought, definitely over his usual limit at the moment). Ashley’s thighs were roughly only three to four times bigger than his dick and her pussy definitely wasn’t the ideal size for easy entry.

“I’m going to go slow, but this is probably going to hurt at first,” John whispered, caressing her hair away from her eyes, “are you ready?” Ashley’s eyes had more fear in them than before, but her breathing, and more, her words said otherwise.

“Even if I'm screaming, I don't want you to stop,” she whispered back. John blinked at her a few times and then kissed her, the best he could at that angle. Bringing his head back, he braced himself on the mattress.

He pressed his dick up against her pussy. It was soft, but definitely not loose. Not far above it, her tiny bellybutton started to rise and fall, stretching high and low as Ashley took deep, concentrated breaths. The lights flickered as another low rumble shook the house. John leaned down and breathed in the scent of her hair; it had started to dry, but it smelled like the sea. He kissed her on the lips and they licked tongues for a moment. He brought his face back again and looked into her eyes. After a few moments, Ashley nodded a few quick nods, as if to say It's alright...just do it.

John readjusted his body, pressed his penis back up against the hymen, and pushed. The hymen burst and John’s penis slid straight into Ashley’s vagina halfway. Ashley let out incomprehensible sighs and moans before she could say something.

“Take it out, it hurts, it hurts so much!” she pleaded, but John slowly moved back, taking his dick out just a couple inches, and pushed it in, even further. Ashley moaned; pain and extreme pleasure echoed through the house as lightning flickered through the halls. John nearly passed out. It seemed all the blood in his body had rushed into his penis, making his arms start to vibrate slightly. He knew slow fucking her wasn’t going to work; he was going to cum soon regardless of what he did, but he needed to increase his pace.

John started to fuck her. He never felt anything like this before. He was doing the very thing he believed he was incapable of doing, something that may have committed him to the depths of the underworld, but at this very moment, it didn't matter. Heaven could not feel this good.

Her body bucked up and down while she gasped and moaned with every thrust. His body towered over hers and she reached around him, turning her painful screams into screams that demanded he do nothing but continue his work, making her feel something she was never supposed to experience. Girls her age were not supposed to feel this good.

Rain pounded down so hard now it could be heard hitting the roof. For all they knew, a tornado may be coming, tunneling its way through the forest and straight through their lovemaking. However, this didn't concern them; if a tornado carried them away, they would continue their forbidden embrace, screwing as the tornado whipped them around in a cyclone of otherworldly pleasure. Putting it that way, they wished for a tornado to take them away.

Ashley littered John’s chest with random kisses. She was crying now, but it was a good cry. She wanted more, and John gave it to her. He increased his pace, the sound of his balls smacking her ass. Her folds gripped his dick tighter and warmer than every woman he had ever fucked combined. Linda could only dream of making him feel this way.

He felt his balls starting to mount, that mental cue something great was about to happen, especially if you don’t take it out. John didn’t think he could and not because he didn't want to; he wasn’t sure if he was physically able. When he tried to pull out further than normal, her vice gripped him until he couldn't move, forcing him back in.

Ashley wrapped her legs around him and straddled him like some strange electric bull with a huge dick in the middle. John wrapped one arm around her, pressing firmly into the small of her back and lifting her off the bed. He violently thrusted into the beautiful little girl in a way that could only be described as a second puberty. Her ass answered his thrusts, pushing back and forth, tighter than any woman could ever achieve. She was screaming now, but not a loud, porno star scream; a musical, nut-inducing siren that made John wish this very thing he was experiencing would carry into death, because there was nothing in life that could feel better.

He remembered the vision he had, fucking her on the school yard, but this was stronger, fuller. Her small chest and stomach rubbed up and down against his, her thighs competing with his hips, her face pressed firmly against his body, eyes clothes and mouth open, showcasing the strongest display of pleasure she had ever experienced and perhaps ever will experience in her entire life. Her delicate arms held one of John’s arms pressed against the bed and her other arm around his waist. There was no doubt; they were fucking as hard as they could.

Suddenly, John froze, pushing one last thrust into her and holding them together as tight as physically possible, John's balls started pounding and he BLEW! A thunderbolt EXPLODED outside and John FIRED AGAIN! He came so hard a yell escaped him. Ashley screamed as she came herself, spasming, ruthlessly milking John's entire shaft long, hard, and thorough. Ashley gripped John, digging her fingers into his back, her mouth open, warm breaths puffing his chest, tears running down her cheek, one long moan crying out together with John as she milked him in rhythm with his own amazingly sensitive spurts. Her back perched up as John held her tiny waist even tighter against his and her legs wrapped to the point they could snap. Ashley’s perfect ass vibrated in rhythm with every ejaculation John had and it wouldn’t stop until every last bit was taken from him. Moaning, sweating and steaming, John and Ashley came…and came…and came...

They both collapsed, John launching himself to the side, keeping himself from crushing her. His dick remained deep inside, random spurts firing out as they both breathed together, unable to move. They were like two love-struck survivors, warriors who battled each other to near death. Their heads cradled close, touching, feeling each other's warm breath carry across their necks. They didn’t speak...they didn't have to. They were content to lie there, listening as the rain thinned and the thunder softened.

The old grandfather clock on the landing at the base of the stairs clicked. Gears turned, wound up and set off the bell chimes. The quiet allowed the chimes to echo all the way up to the bedroom, where John and Ashley lie motionless, unable to grasp onto any thought beyond counting how many bells the clock struck. That tinny, metallic drone bounced through the halls: one......two......

John sluggishly rose up his head and looked into Ashley's eyes. Three......four......

Her pupils were wide and round, incapable of releasing the hold they had on his heart. Five......six......

John leaned down and gave her quick kiss full of passion and lust. They pulled back; she licked her lips as they did. Seven......eight......

The bell drew out the last, extended tone that went flat as the bell's vibration slowed to a stop and the hallway echoes faded. John continued eyeing Ashley. Her eyes playfully traced parts of his face, but always ended back in the same place, staring back at him. John knew it; the line had been crossed.

John also knew, in spite of the way he would feel, the way he would view himself in the morning and the consequences that would follow, one thing was absolutely certain: the night was young. Staring into her perfect, delicate face framed by the waves of her dark hair, painted by the sweetness of her smile, and enveloped by her dark, brown gaze, John's heart warmed to the core. He had no intention of wasting it.

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