Ashley’s POV

"Better get your umbrella babe, cause it’s about to get really wet in here." God, Spencer looks really sexy right now. I’ve got her wet, naked, sitting on the counter with her legs wide open, mine for the taking. The oceans of her eyes are a mix of fear and arousal. She’s sitting there helplessly. I slide up close to the counter and pull Spencer in for a rough, hot kiss. I don’t know what’s comming over me but I will take her. I move down to her neck biting it softly scratching her with my teeth. She whimpers running her hadns through my hair. I put my hands on her hips and slide my tongue down to her collar bone, then bite it. I hear a muffled grunt as she leans down and bites my shoulder. I place a kiss over her heart and take her breast into my mouth. She wraps her legs around me bringing me closer.

"Ash!" I roll her hard nipple between my teeth. And drag my nails  up her sides and over her stomach. I move my tongue to the seam of her breast and follow its curve causing her to buck into me. She pulls my hair and my hand drops to her center where a puddle has formed on the counter. I move back up kissing her and push my tongue into her mouth. Her back left tooth on the top row has a filling. I push my thumb against her swollen nub startling her. She scoots over my hand covering it with her folds and grinds into my nuckles. Her juices run down my arm. 

"Ashley!" she moans through clenched teeth. I feel my own juices runnnig down my leg. Spencer untangles her hands from my hair and puts them on my shoulders pushing me to my knees. I pull her to the edge of the counter so my face is level with her dripping cunt. I take a deep breath holding in her scent as long as I can. Then I let it out slowly across her center. She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the cabinets. I tilt my head back and begin devouring her relishing every twitch and moan she makes. I swear I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I push two fingers into her and start massaging her g-spot.

"Ashley!" she cries as her cum flows out in copious waves. When she settles I pull out of her and lick her crevice dry. She falls off the counter collapsing on me in a sweaty exhausted heap. I pick her up and carry her to her room. I think she’s in shock as I lay her on the bed. She’s just looking around blankly. I’ve blown her mind, fucked her brains out. I’m glad this was good for her. I don’t usually do things so impulsively. I almost never make moves like that. I can’t believe I just jumped her like that! She still hasn’t said anything.

"Spence, babe, are you ok?"

"What? Yea. I just think I might have had an anurism after my thrird orgasm." the only part of that I heard was orgasm. Spencer is still naked and I’m still really horny.

"Where did all that come from? I feel really inadquate right now."

"I don’t know. I’m sorry."

"Don’t be. That was the best possible anurism I’ve ever had." I’ve been fidgeting all throught this conversation. Spencer knows what it means when I fidget.

"Close your eyes." I obey. I hear her digging around in her nighttable. She spreads my legs and tells me to open my eyes. She’s holding a black ribbed object about the size of a crayola marker.

"What’s that?" I ask. She looks at me bewildered at my simple question and grins an evil shit eating grin. Then she shoves it inside me. It’s cold and I jump as a muffled buzzing fills the room. The object is vibrating sending charged pulses through my core. A low gutteral moan tears through my throat. She slides down and sucks on my clit. I cum long and hard having multiple orgamsms. Spencer’s tongue replaces the object and she drinks all of my juices. 

We take seperate cold showers, get dressed and walk to my house. I push the button on my answering machine. It says I have one message.

"Please call the Department of Social Services ASAP to confirm the hearing for custody of the deceased Christine Davies’ children and the will reading or Jane Davies."