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Feature Title: KIDS IN SATAN’S SERVICE 7
Published: 09.11.2020 / Nifty / kids-in-satans-service
Story Codes: Blasphemy, Sodomy, Young, Devil Worship
Kid’s in Satan’s Service 7
They took Clay into a small windowless room in the school. A dark narrow hallway bathed in red light. He was told to strip down naked. When he did, a hoodwink was placed over his head. He staggered a short distance his hand on the shoulder of his leader. Then he could sense that he was in a confined space. He could sense that there were people all around him.
“Clay Hester.”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Having attained the age of thirteen. you have been judged by your Masters and Teachers to be of sufficient physical and intellectual maturity to enter into the Circle. You were the first of your group — Team Ba’al — to come here and the first to pass to this plane of service. Are you prepared to give your immortal soul over to the Lord Satan for His command and use?”
“Yea,” Clay answered.
“And do you give your immortal soul over to Lord Satan, God of Chaos, God of Darkness, The God of Power and of Will, the God of Lust and Desire freely and willingly, now and forever?”
“Yes.”
The hoodwink came off. The Priest intoned that he should have eyes to see. There were a dozen people, all in robes and masks surrounding him, in tight. The Priest was in a robe of purple, his two attendants in robes of red. In the archway entrance was a pair in robes of gray. All the others were in black robes. They all had matching masks. In front of him was a table, an altar. There was an “AR15″ on it. There were candles on either end and a steel bowl. On the wall behind the Priest was Baphomet. The whole room was done in crimson. So far, it was everything Clay had anticipated.
“Do you give yourself over to desire and lust? Do you seize the power within you?”
“Yes” Clay answered
“Will you run with the fast, fight with the strong, sing in drunken revels, and squeeze every ounce of life out of life, living while alive?”
“Yes”
“It is not blasphemy to embrace true freedom. Our Lord Satan despises weakness and hates groveling. Our Lord Satan expects you to pick yourself up and to press ahead. He doesn’t need constant glory and adulation from his children. He is not needy. He wants only to see you free, vibrant, alive, and chasing after all the pleasures and rewards of life”
As sermons go, it was a brief one. The best kind as far as Clay was concerned. He had listened to old Kavanaugh drone on and on about his God, Yahweh, back in the day. Even then, Clay knew that wasn’t for him. There was more to life than being a weak, sniveling type that credited Yahweh for every coincidence in life as divine intervention.
The priest poured the wine into the chalice and offered a blessing to the Lord Satan. He took a sip and passed around. All the ones in robes took a sip until it finally came around to Clay.
“If you are prepared to give your life and your soul to the Lord Satan, you may drink”
“Hail, Lord Satan,” Clay said and took the cup.
“You are one with Circle,” the Priest said.
When he got back to the cottage, the rest of Team Ba’al had decorated and he was greeted with cheers. He was the first to enter the Circle. Sandor had bottles of wine for them and they drank, getting tipsy and then more. Drinking from the bottle and passing it around, Sandor asked what he wanted.
Clay grinned and cupped his crotch.
“Suck it, bitch!”
Sandor laughed.
“You got horny standing there naked, huh?”
“He’s always horny,” D’Andre said.
“I’m a true believer in The Way of Satan,” Clay said.
“The way it should be,” Sandor said.
Clay was just standing there looking at him, still cupping his junk. He undid his pants and they got the hint. He had needs and he was, in the eyes of the community, a fully-fledged adult. Samuel was eager. He had clearly started puberty, with a few sparse hairs at the base of his cock and he hero-worshipped Clay. He was eager to get on his knees and swallow his hero’s pride right down. Sandor made them all get naked and Samuel was already hard as a rock. He got on his knees and took Clay’s swollen prick right down.
“My boy wants it,” Clay said as Samuel slurped on it.
“But you want pussy though,” Amalia said.
Clay smiled. She had come a long way from being a strict lesbian even if she mostly ended up in bed in Justice. She wasn’t much into dick but she let a boy eat her and Clay had a total fascination with getting between her legs to do that. Brianna loved to get fucked and she would ride any pole, even Colin’s when he would. He mostly would only play with her with D’Andre and more than once it ended up with D’Andre banging the pussy while Colin took his ass — D’Andre having lost his aversion to butt sex. They arranged so that Clay could eat her pussy and Samuel was underneath taking him down while Colin moved over to eat his ass.
“This is pure Satanism,” Sandor said, ”The beauty of pure lust.”
Sandor slipped his hard dick in behind Brianna into her pussy as they stood there and slowly fucked her as they watched. D’Andre got behind Justice and played with their tits, still small, and their swollen, enlarged clit. They were more like a boy every day, with broad shoulders, just a short boy but without a swinging dick between the legs but their clit had enlarged and grown since starting T. And Justice was extravagantly sexual, a lot with Amalia but they were not against anything. The more T, the hornier they were.
“Colin fuck him,” D’Andre said.
Clay didn’t complain. He had been fucked plenty and liked it. He probably preferred girls over boys by a little but he knew he was what the Sex Ed teacher called pansexual, which is after all the Satanist ideal. And Clay believed in Satan down to the core. His belief in the power of the night was total. Colin got over him and slid his greased-up dick into Clay’s waiting hole. He didn’t even stop what he was doing, sucking on and licking up Amalia’s juices. Eating pussy as he got ass fucked. The sound of slurping and of bodies slamming together. The smell of sex.
Suddenly Clay lifted up out of Amalia’s crotch and cried out. He pushed his cock into Samuel’s mouth and unloaded.
“You know,” Sandor said, “It’s traditional when you join the Circle that you orgasm three times.”
Clay smiled.
“I can do that.”
Still, he had to recover. Get his dick up and going. He played with his little lover Samuel’s stiff uncut cock as Samuel leaned against him, taking some herb when it came around, a swig of wine.
“What’s the youngest you can be to be picked for the Order of the Dragon?” Clay asked
“Usually eighteen,” Sandor said, “Just like the Priesthood and the Archons. Sometimes fifteen but not usually. There was one kid that joined the Circle one day and the Order the next.”
“Mr. Marbas,” Clay guessed.
Mr. Marbas, of course, had brought them all together in Team Ba’al.
“Bingo,” Sandor said.
That was when Clay knew that Team Ba’al was something special, something different. The Junior Order. He liked that. Feeling pretty buzzed and only one orgasm in, his dick stirred to life. As he stroked Samuel, he stroked himself.
“This fucking bullshit,” D’Andre said, “He’s got to nut two more times? One time, pussy on his face, pussy on his dick. Next time, dick in his mouth, ass on his dick. Simple.“
“I can do that,” Clay said.
It was elegant. Brianna rode him bare while Justice sat on his face. The feel of the slick pussy on his stiff dick felt great, wet and warm and the friction was perfect. He went after Justice’s swollen enlarged clit, like a micro cock. Clay thought them so sexy, boyish but not a tomboy, a real boy, but missing the thing between the legs. They had hairy legs and armpit hair and a little bit of a moustache and a pussy. He slurped on the pussy and licked and sucked on the transman cock.
Clay looked over and saw that Sandor had moved on Amalia. He didn’t ask her. He didn’t seduce her. He pulled rank. He’s the team leader of Team Ba’al. In the world of Satan, the strong take what they want. They exercise their will to take their own advantage. But she gave it up willingly. She had grown as committed to The Way as Clay had. He fucked her and she muttered Hail Satan to remind herself that all acts of lust and of power were a celebration of Him. Every orgasm honors Him. D’Andre, Colin, and Samuel were chomping at the bit. They were eager for their turn.
“Oh fuck,” Clay muttered as Brianna rode him, fast and hard
She just moaned and Justice was loving what was being done to them. Their whole body shivered and their pussy got wet as Clay worked it. Analia was moaning as Sandor fucked her standing, his hands firmly on her tits and banging her from behind The other three boys had to watch, Clay or Sandor, all three of them hard. They stroked themselves to ease the tension. Amalia moaned and reached down and tapped on her clit as Sandor gave it to them. That and what Brianna was doing to his dick drove Clay crazy.
“Fuck!” he called out as he unloaded his cream into Brianna’s box.
They unentangled and Clay went over to the boys. The hard boys, the horny boys. He got on his knees and took D’Andre down first, big black cock, a thick tube steak with big fat balls. He was a lean, almost skinny boy with dreads, sex on wheels, a big dick, and a big attitude to match. Clay swallowed it down and he was horny enough that he immediately started to face-fucking Clay, ramming his thick meat down his throat. Clay gagged, came off, and went back down on him.
Colin was slapping him on the face with his hard dick, wanting attention. Clay ignored him, He went from D’Andre to Samuel. D’Andre had a funky odor down there, earthy, like turned fertilized soil, and Samuel was still sweet-smelling barely growing hair. The contrast made Clay hard again. D’Andre stroked his big dick but didn’t back away. He wanted more. Clay took Samuel down, knowing that the boy — almost purely queer — loved getting his dick sucked but lingering in puberty was shy about demanding his place. But he was Clay’s favorite bottom boy and actual best friend. Samuel loved having it done and Clay loved making him feel good. And he was sexy too.
“Fuck, man, I need some of that too,” Colin said.
Clay turned and took him down now. Sandor on the verge of cumming came over to join in, not having creamed in Amalia. The pussies, still hot, were pleasuring each other while the boys went at it. Clay took Sandor down — more man than boy, no longer just the teen God that led them but on the very verge of manhood — swallowing his dick down. Sandor was the most muscular of the group, broad-shouldered and thick pects, and was hot as hell, more straight than gay but he appreciated a good blow job and Clay had oral skills. He took him down.
“You are going to get covered in cum, kid,” Sandor said, “You better jack that hard thing.”
Clay was flogging it but having cum twice he had a ways to go. Clay yanked on Sandor’s tool as he sucked it, wishing he could rub his hands all over his hard abs. But the other three were impatient and he shifted over to Colin’s, sucking it and stroking D’Andre’s dick Sandor was close to cumming and he pushed Samuel down to finish him off as Clay tended to the others Samuel did as Sandor moaned. and face fucked him. He was horny and hot but when he came he had shipped it out of Samuel’s mouth and shot the load all over Clay.
Seeing Sandor cum set D’Andre off. He took his fat long dong and whomped on it, shooting his generous load of hot sticky jizz all over Clay’s face. strands of pearly white dripping off his face. Samuel came up and took his turn. Suck Colin, stroke Samuel. Suck Samuel, stroke Coliin. He went after them with abandon, hot now and hard, until Colin shot too. Samuel had a dry orgasm.
But Clay hadn’t cum a third time.
“Come on,” Sandor said, “I know what to do.”
They left, trailing in behind Sandor and Clay, all of them naked, Clay with a throbbing hard-on. They went to the cottage a little ways away that housed Team Baphomet. Sandor went directly into the leader’s room, Keira, and both of them came out. She looked Clay over, his hair matted with dried cum and plastered with it, standing proudly with an erection.
“Wait a second,” she said and went back inside the bunkroom.
In a minute, she came out and invited them in. The kids, all of them ten years old, were sitting on beds except for one blond-haired little girl. She was dressed in a tight T-shirt and panties.
“This is Clay. He just joined the Circle. He’s going to fuck you. So, get your fucking clothes off.”
She stripped down quickly. She was flat-chested and hairless.
“She a virgin?” Sandor asked.
“Fuck no. Team Baphomet is hardcore,” Keira said.
Clay didn’t care. He’d take her cherry if he had to but he didn’t care. He got her on the bed and went after her hairless pussy, licking it and sucking. The other little kids were cheering as he did and his fellow members of Team Ba’al watched as he attacked her hairless snatch with his tongue
“Here, I got some lube, kid,” Keira said, pouring into his hand, “Fuck her.”
Clay slathered his hard cock and got between her legs and pushed his dick into it her pussy. She was tight as fuck and it felt great. That there were all these people watching — the kids laughing and cheering and living it up, shocked a little that a quiet night had turned fun — was a turn-on. He pushed himself inside all the way and for a moment, fighting the lust inside of him, he decided to take it slow and easy. But the girl moaned softly and reached down to massage her clit.
Clay fucked her.
Pushed her legs back toward her head and railed on her pussy, letting the lust control him. He pounded her and she moaned with each savage stroke and she continued to massage herself.
“Yeah, fuck her,” Keira said, “Fuck her like a slut.”
He fucked her. sliding in and out of her hot tight box. There were no tits to grab on and he just let his dick have all the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he called out.
He rammed it in and gave her a load. The semen drizzled out some as he pulled his cummy dick out of her her hot hole.
One by one, all of them joined the Circle. Orgies repeated, sometimes going to Team Baphomet for some help but with that Clay got to play with a couple of more young hairless boys and girls. D’Andre was the last to join, the last to arrive, the last to join.
The day after, Sandor came in and told them that since they were all in the Circle now, they were in control. He was leaving, destined for an Archon. He seemed a little disappointed with that. He had hoped for the Priesthood. They had an election and Clay was the unanimous choice for leader of Team Ba’al.
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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“Daddy?” my daughter Ashley began, “Are you sure this is okaaagghh.”
The end of her sentence garbled as I stuck my penis in her mouth.
“Shhhhh,” I said, cradling her head in my hands, “It’s alright baby. Just suck daddy’s cock now.”
I was laying on my side, pumping my hips ever so slightly to move my dick around inside my little girls mouth without choking her. As she sucked on my cock, she put a little patch of saliva on the underside of the head, rubbing it vigoriously with her tongue, just like I’d taught her.
I had been sexually molesting my daughter pretty hardcore for almost a year at this point, but tonight was special. She had just had her ninth birthday two days earlier, and I had decided it was time to pop her cherry.
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It had all started when my ex-wife showed up at my place about two years ago, our then seven year old daughter in tow. She looked like hell, so it didn’t surprise me all that much when she said she’d been going through some hard times, and couldn’t take proper care of Ashley. She asked if she could leave her with me for a while.
“For how long?” I inquired.
“I don’t know.” she admitted. “Just until I get back on my feet. It shouldn’t be more then a couple of months.”
So she left Ashley with me, and I haven’t heard from her since.
I hadn’t seen my little girl since she was a baby, when her mother left me. She had grown into a pretty little girl. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and full pouty lips, just like her mother. When I looked at her it was hard not to feel a swell of pride, knowing that some of my DNA went into making that. I lived in a small studio apartment with only one bed. Since she didn’t have a nightgown, and I had always slept naked anyway, we just slept in the same bed with no clothes on. I figured it would be okay. I mean, she was my daughter. It’s not like I was gonna fuck her, right?
In such close quarters I had many occasions to see her naked, and sometimes the sight of her lithe little body, with her smooth hairless pussy, and tight, round little ass, would give me a raging hard-on. I would just chalk it up to a basic biological response, and dismiss it.
As the months passed we settled into a routine of work for me, and school for her. I kept her well fed, so by the time she turned eight, she wasn’t as skinny as when she’d first arrived, and in fact, she’d even grown a couple of inches taller. Everything seemed to be going well, and other then sleeping naked in the same bed, we had a pretty normal father/daughter relationship.
Then came the night that all that changed. Forever.
I had been having some kind of sex dream, and awoke to find myself spooning Ashley, and rubbing my hard cock between her tender little ass cheeks. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I asked myself, but her warm little body pressed against me, and her soft, smooth little ass rubbing on my cock felt so good. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn’t thinking, because instead of getting up, and going into the bathroom to jack off, like I should have done, I slid my hand down her soft belly, and started playing with her vagina. I had thought that nothing could feel softer then my baby’s ass up against my hard cock, until my hand touched the velvety smoothness of her sweet, virginal little pussy.As my fingers rubbed her pubic mound, and her tiny clitoris she moaned in her sleep. I pushed my fingers down into the tiny folds of her pussy to find that she was already wet.
Suddenly she stirred.
“Daddy?” she asked groggily, still half asleep, “Why are you touching my private area?”
“Pussy baby,” I explained, “Daddy calls it your pussy.”
“Well then,” she asked, “Why are you touching my pussy?”
“Because I love you, and want to make you feel good.” I whispered in her ear, as I slid my fingers, now wet with her pussy juice, up to rub her clit some more. “Does that feel good baby?” I asked, rubbing slow delicate circles over her clitoris.
“Yes daddy.” she replied, smiling, and blushing.
As I played with her moist little pussy, I was still rubbing my cock between her tight ass cheeks. Then she asked, “Why are you rubbing your wiener on my butt?”
“Cock.” I corrected her, “It’s daddy’s hard cock.”
“Okay.” she said in that adorable way that only an eight year old can, “Why are you rubbing your hard cock on my butt?”
I had slipped my other arm from underneath the pillow where my head had lain, slid it under the pit of her outstretched arm, and folded it around her body, pulling her in tight against my chest. I put my mouth next to her ear, and whispered softly, “‘Cause that’s what makes daddy feel good baby.”
‘What are you doing!’ I suddenly screamed inside my head. ‘You’re playing with your daughters pussy, and dry humping her ass.” But just as I had so easily dismissed the hard-ons I’d gotten from looking at Ashley’s body, I now dismissed the voice of reason, that was trying to pull me back from the brink. As I rubbed my shaft faster against the velvety smooth skin of her tight little ass, I increased the speed with which I massaged her little mound. With each stroke between her tender cheeks the underside of my head rubbed the small of her back, and I could feel myself getting closer, and closer to orgasm.
‘What are you going to do?’ I demanded of myself, ‘Cum on her?” but I brushed this aside as well. By now we were both breathing hard, and Ashley was moaning on her out breaths, and hissing as she inhaled. I slid my fingers back down into her wet little slit, and she parted he thighs slightly to admit me, which just turned me on even more. I drew some of the thick, slick liquid from between her pink swollen lips with my fingers, and used it as lube to rub her tiny pulsing clitoris.
‘Okay, just stop.’ the voice in my head insisted, as I tried to get control of myself. ‘You can’t do this. JUST STOP!’ I didn’t stop however, on the contrary, I increased the pace, rubbing her little yum button in a frenzy.
“Oooo,ssss,oooo,ssss,oooo,ssss,oooo,ssss.” she breathed as my precum made a slick trail between her ass cheeks for my cock to slide on.
With a mixture of horror, and lust, I realized that there was no turning back. I was gonna cum on my eight year old daughter’s back, and god help me, I was gonna love it. Suddenly I felt her little body shudder against me, and she started calling out, “Oh god daddy, oh god daddy, oh god!” with a tone of fear. the fear of not quite knowing what has happening to her.
I, on the other hand, knew exactly what was happening to her. I could feel the cum flowing out of her, as I rubbed my fingers furiously from her creamy little hole, to her tiny clit. Her little body shuddered, and writhed against me, as she groaned, and panted, cumming hard.
So much precum had leaked out of me that I was able to smoothly slide my cock across her butt crack almost as fast as I was rubbing her pussy. I could feel a familiar pressure, and I knew I was about to cum any minute. Ashley was still cumming, and as my fingers worked her to a new height, she suddenly hugged the arm I was holding her with, squeezing tightly, as she cried, “OOOOHHGOOOODDAAAAADDYY!” her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
That was all I could take.
“Uuugghhh!” I grunted as the sperm came rocketing out of me, splashing between us. I cupped her sopping wet pussy in my hand, pulling her in closer to me, as I too began to shake.
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!” we moaned in unison, as we lay there cumming together, and holding on to each other tight. She was cumming so hard that it flowed between my fingers, running down her thigh, and as the semen kept shooting rhythmically out of my cock, we both shuddered.
I felt as though a light exploded in my head, and for a brief moment I knew what life was all about. It was about this moment. This golden, perfect, eternal moment. In that moment, I felt all the joy, and pain of every person that had ever had, or ever would have an orgasm. I seemed to hear a tiny whisper that I somehow knew was the muffuled echo of billions of lovers all crying out in ecstasy.
“Oooooo” she cooed softly, as the last of her orgasm sent a final little shudder through her body, and as I shot my last few bursts of spunk, I suddenly realized that I’d never cum that much in my life.
My hand started to rub her clit again, but then her hand shot down, pushing me away, as she wimpered, “No daddy.”
I pulled my hand away instantly, and as I heard her start to cry quietly, her little body shaking gently to her sobs, I suddenly realized that her poor little clitoris must be ultra-sensetive after such a powerful orgasm. I squeezed her tight, and rubbed her belly.
“Shhhhh,” I soothed, “It’s okay baby girl. don’t cry. You’re daddy’s good little girl.”
“Yeah?” she sniffed, her tears drying up.
“Oh yeah,” I cooed in a breathy voice, “Daddy loves his good little girl.”
She stopped crying, and smiled shyly to herself, as we both tried to recover our breath. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, and cum, my mind was overcome with conflicting emotions. I had just molested my sweet innocent little girl. I felt like the scum of the earth, but at the same time, as I held her hot, wet little body close to me, a thick layer of my cum oozing between us, I knew that I’d never been happier, or more content in my whole life. As our breathing returned to normal, my reverie of bliss, and self loathing was suddenly interrupted when Ashley held her hand up for me to see, and asked. “What’s this daddy?”
Apparently when she’d thrust her hand down between her legs her fingers had slipped into her wet little gash, coating them with a thick layer of her hot, sticky cum. My mind raced as I stared at the copious amount of pussy juice dripping from her fingers. How should I explain this to an eight year old?
“Well,” I said, thinking fast, “That’s your happy juice.”
“Happy juice?” she asked, turning her head to look at me.
“That’s right sweetie.” I began, as she turned her head back to examine the thick cum on her fingers. “Whenever your pussy feels really good, it makes happy juice.” I explained, as I removed my hand from her belly, and gently grasped her wrist, guiding her hand toward my mouth. She didn’t resist, but she turned her head back to look at me again, clearly wondering what I was gonna do. As I closed my lips around her tiny fingers, the taste of her sweet little pussy caused me to shut my eyes, and make little yummy sounds. Her cum was like nectar, and as I licked, and sucked it from her tiny fingers, she watched mesmerized.
I pulled her fingers from my mouth with a loud sucking smack, and as I looked down on her, smiling, I couldn’t help but think, ‘Wow, forbidden fruit really is the sweetest.’
She wrinkled her nose at me, and asked, “What’s it taste like?”
“Well,” I said, and as I pondered how best to explain it, I released her wrist. She pulled her hand down to join it’s companion, tightly hugging my arm. “Well, it’s kind of like,” I began, resting my other hand on her hip. “Well it’s like,” I started again, then stopped, trying to think of the best way to describe it. Then it occurred to me that there was a much easier way. “Here, I’ll just show you.” I said, slipping my hand off her hip, and sliding it down between her legs.
I rubbed my finger into her swollen little slit, scooping some of her thick cum from the entrance of her tight little hole, and as I raised it to her mouth, she grabbed my hand. She sniffed it dubiously, then turned her head round, and gave me a quizzical look.
“Go ahead.” I encouraged.
She turned back to my finger, then shrugged, and took the tip into her mouth, sucking it gently. As her tongue played over my finger, licking her juice off, I began to imagine what that sucking little mouth, and that agile, darting little tongue could do to the head of my cock. I had started to go flaccid, but now I had a raging hard-on again. I decided that was enough of that, and as I quickly pulled my finger out of her mouth, it made a little popping sound, causing me cock to twitch.
“Well?” I asked, “What does it taste like?”
“I don’t know.” she said, seeming to think about it for a second. “It tastes kinda funny.”
“Do you think it tastes bad?” I asked, rubbing my hand on her belly.
“No, not bad.” she said in a measured tone, sounding very precocious to me at that moment, “Just different.”
She laid her head down, and was quiet for a moment, but then she started moving her little body against me asking, “Well, what’s that?” as she rubbed my cum into our skin.
“That’s daddy’s happy juice.” I answered.
She was quiet for another moment, and then she said, “When daddy’s hard cock feels really good, it squirts happy juice?”
“That’s right baby.” I replied, kissing her on the neck, and rubbing her belly.
She seemed to ponder this for a moment, before asking, “So, did I make daddy’s cock feel good?”
“Oh yes.” I answered, kissing her all over her neck, “You made daddy’s cock feel really good.”
She squeezed my arm, “I’m glad daddy.” she sighed. “You made my pussy feel really good too.”
As we lay there together quietly, I almost couldn’t believe that we’d done all that under the blanket. What was gonna happen now? I wondered. ‘You crossed the line buddy boy.’ I said to myself, feeling really anxious about how I was going to handle this situation moving forward. ‘First things first.’ I told myself, ‘I’ve got to get up, and wash this cum off of us.’
“Ashley.” I whispered, but she was already sound asleep.
I wanted to get us cleaned up, but I didn’t want to wake her, and I felt so warm, and comfortable under the blanket, with her soft sleeping form pressed up against me. ‘Fuck it!’ I said to myself as I started to nod off, ‘I’ll deal with it in the morning.’
I was going to have to deal with everything in the morning.