Ashley's bottom was soft and pliant under the graceless pressure of Soup Thumb's hand, and she fell quite silent when Thumb began to touch her there, her silence amounting, in his simple mind, to permission. In any case her pantied assflesh was so supple and alluring that Thumb could not resist his drive to possess the young ass fully once he came into contact with it, and he reached his hands around to her buttocks and squeezed them both firmly. He dug his fingers so hard into them, in fact, that the hapless Ashley squealed and bounced on her heels, not in pain but startled at how rudely Thumb was claiming her, without giving a single thought to her pride or privacy.
"Feel your butt," he said suavely. His groping, clumsy fingers played lightly over the goosepimpled flesh of her ass. He tested the fabric of her silk panties between his thumb and forefinger. The panties were smooth as cream, and their silver fabric shimmered in the room's light. As he toyed with the panties he rubbed her buttock, up and down. It was cool to the touch. She had been stripped of her jeans quite some time before and had been mostly nude from the waist down for more than an hour, her ass bare except for her underthings, unprotected from the room's chilly breezes. As he rubbed her ass vigorously it began to warm beneath his touch. Ashley obligingly leaned forward and propped her hands on the table in front of her. This allowed him better reach to her backside, and now that her ass stuck out a bit from the edge of the table its slopes and the crevasse between them formed an invitation to Thumb's swelling penis, and he decided then that he would pleasure himself on Ashley by stroking his cock in this fold between her buttocks until he squirted come on her silken panties. He had to deny himself the luxury of penetrating the young girl's body because his masters, and hers, had forbidden him from allowing her any pleasure in this encounter.
This was fine. He didn't care about her pleasure. He took firm hold of her asscheeks and pressed them together, delighting in the sight of her panties gathering and folding in the furrow between them. His breath began to quicken. Ashley lowered her head, the ends of her blonde hair tracing along her spine. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her buttocks sidled slightly in the cradle of Thumb's greedy hands.
Thumb slid his hands up Ashley's slender back and reached around her ribs to cup her breasts in his palms. It surprised him how light they were, light and bouncy and tender; he knew that to squeeze them too hard would hurt her but to gently knead them made the tips of his fingers tingle. He pressed his pelvis against her ass, sidled the hard shaft of his cock into the meaty slope of one of her buttocks. He was so anxious now, impatient to shoot his sperm onto Ashley's soft, clean skin. He made a quick and undignified move to unsnap and unzip his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles while Ashley waited almost indifferently to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure simply by giving her flesh passively to him. When he bent over to lower his jeans down his hirsute legs Thumb realized for the first time the magnitude of his good fortune, for here was Ashley's bottom directly in front of his face, jiggling slightly as she shifted her weight again. Her panties gathered in the fold of her ass, exposing past their hem a delicate tan line making its way diagonally along the slope of her bottomcheeks. They were beaded with perspiration from Thumb's palm. It was cool enough that portions of her bottom had broken out in gooseflesh. Thumb paused to poke his nose into the valley between her cheeks and deposit a few sniffs there: her ass smelled like perfume, floral. The satin of her panties was thin enough to expose a hint of the tan flesh beneath them. A wave of delirious pleasure momentarily crippled Thumb's brain at having Ashley's bottom fill his field of vision; he felt that her ass was the only thing in the world.
He ran his tongue along the peak of one of Ashley's buttocks. Her bottom was dry, he had to pull his tongue over her skin, but when he licked the same portion of her bottom again his spit had made it slick. He gripped her thighs and began to lick her bottom hungrily. He was angry with lust. He bit her at the middle of her buttock, where the flesh was most ample, and—liking the way she caught on her breath and let a high-pitched, helpless gasp—he kept a moderate pressure on for a few moments, gauging to ease or harden the force of the bite by listening to her quick, shallow breath, or measuring the trembling tension that rippled through her thighs. In this way he kept her at the edge of discomfort, and she did not move or resist.
"Do you like it when I bite you?" he asked her ass when he was done. "Do you want me to do it again?"
"No," Ashley said. "Please. It hurts."
A crimson sore the shape of a football, pocked with toothmarks, marred the surface of her ass. Thumb raised his mouth to it, and fumbled a moment to fit his teeth back into the marks that the had left. Then he bit her again, more gently this time, on the tender skin. Once more poor Ashley caught on her breath, and squirmed slightly to try and wiggle her bottom away from Thumb's petty torments.
