by S. C. Adams
I lay on top of him; dry-humping him with each kiss I give his soft, delectable lips. He moves his hands from my back, down to my ass where he keeps his hands above my skirt. I can still feel his nimble fingers playing subtly with my ass as he squeezes it. I am ready to feel his fingers sliding into my wet pussy.
After making out fully clothed for nearly a half hour, and driving ourselves totally crazy, we see headlights approaching the house.
We try to make ourselves presentable, but it is useless to try. We all know what time it is.
Luke and Emma stumble in together, whispering and snickering with each other. It takes them a few seconds to realize that we are sitting on the couch.
“Hey!” shouts Emma. “You guys did make it back. Hi!”
“What’s up?” Mason chuckles.
“Don’t ejaculate on my couch, fool,” Luke says. “Get a room!”
“Fuck you,” says Mason. “I like this couch.”
Luke escorts Emma to his bedroom, whispering and giggling all the way. Once we hear their door close, Mason gets to his feet.
“Take my hand,” Mason commands as he offers his hand to me. I take it, and he helps me up.
“We’re not getting any cum on Luke’s furniture,” I say. “We’re going to get it all inside me, aren’t we?”
“Uh, fuck yeah,” he says. “I just hope you can take all of me.”
“I hope you can hold your cum,” I warn. “You better last longer than forty seconds.”
“You better be ready because I know how to use what I’ve got,” he says.
I can’t tell whether it is arrogance or confidence, but I will soon be getting my answer.
Mason leads us to a room. I can see the massive bulge in his pants, and I begin to worry about the validity of his warning. I want to see how big he is. I want him to plunge into me with his huge cock until our bodies both become numb.
I am incredibly turned on. Mason isn’t just fucking hot and interesting. He knows how to kiss, and he’s quite skilled with his hands. He knows how to work me, and that isn’t an easy task for some guys. He has no insecurities as far as intimacy is concerned. I also love knowing just how turned on he is. It is so obvious.
I start thinking about the situation at hand. I am about to have sex with a man that I barely even know. All I really know about him is that he lives in a small mountain town and owns his own delivery service, and I consider the real possibility that he could have made that up. I don’t even know his last name. I don’t know much about him as a person, and I certainly don’t know what to expect once that bedroom door closes. I never have sex with strange men.
This time, the unknown doesn’t frighten me in the slightest. It feels totally right.
The door is locked, the lights are off, his hands are on my waist, and our lips are kissing nonstop. The foreplay is so good that neither of us is willing to pause it for even a second.
His phone starts going off all of a sudden, causing a short stream of light to shoot from his pocket. He pulls it out of his pocket and throws it down, frustrated. It doesn’t matter. I am beyond ready for him.
“Give me that cock, baby,” I say softly.
We begin tearing into each other like animals. We rip off each other’s clothes, making sure to massage and caress whatever is in our hands. I can just barely make out his impressive, muscular physique in the partial light in the room. His arms are built, and his legs are toned. I could have felt his arms and legs all night.
Once we are both fully naked, my hands are generally either behind his head, on his tight ass, pressed into his firm chest, or teasing his large, thick cock. His earlier backhanded boast is justified. His dick is huge, and his balls are big and plump. My mouth salivates as I lean forwards to trail my tongue up that massive shaft.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “I love your taste.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks. “You think you can take all of me in that tight box of yours?”
I moan and nod a bit.
“I have to try. It’s my dearest wish.”
But before I can do anything more, he’s establishing his dominance. He grabs onto my hair and pulls my head back, ensuring that I am powerless and susceptible to him. He kisses my exposed throat. He kisses over to my neck, licking and sucking on it so good that I have to moan every few seconds. His hands play with my breasts while his mouth lingers near my ears.
He pushes me back onto the bed, kissing down my body after I land on my back. He leaves no inch of my body untouched by his hungry mouth or hands.
Initially, I am perplexed by what he is going to do. A lot of guys don’t even think to consider going down on a woman, but this isn’t any regular guy. I knew he was different from the moment I laid eyes on him at the bar.
He makes a trail of kisses from my belly button down to my tight, drenched cunt. I feel his chiseled chin as it glides down my stomach and his stubble lightly scratching my skin as it gets closer.
He gently runs his tongue along my walls and my clit.
“You’re delicious,” he mutters. “And so wet.”
“You’ve had me wet since we were at the bar.”
He goes from slow and steady, to engorging himself. He feasts on my sex, consuming my lubricant like it is critical to life and licking my clit with a fervor that it has never witnessed from another man. He is so good with his tongue.
I am breathing heavily and moaning consistently from the time we got in the cab till then, but I am in new territory when the tip of his tongue finds my G-spot. I instantly tighten, coming hard and coming fast.
I am screaming as loud as my voice allows. I am in sheer bliss, reveling in my carnal delight. I have never come so fast in my entire life. This mountain man isn’t just good, he is an expert. I don’t care how loud I am; part of me wants the world to know just how good I feel. I wonder if Emma and Luke are engaging in shenanigans of their own.
“Wow, you are fucking good at that,” I say, patting him on the head. “Okay. I’ll admit. I wasn’t ready for that at all. Fuck.”
“That was so fucking hot,” he says with his thick boner in his hand. “You are so goddamn sexy, you know that?”
“I like to think that I am,” I say in between breaths.
“You taste really good, sugar,” says Mason. “I almost came just listening to you moan like that. You’re really something else.”
“Surely you aren’t done with me, are you?”
He meekly strokes his hard cock, apprehensive but wanting.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says with heavy embarrassment.
Without a word, I roll over to my side of the bed. I go into my purse, pull out a condom, and hold it out for him to take.
“Wow, you’re really something else.” He laughs. “You’re good.”
I kiss him, biting and sucking on his lower lip. “I come prepared.”
He takes the condom from me and slides it down his impressive shaft. I’m initially worried that it will be unable to fit his girth, and then I’m worried that the latex will break once it is given enough force. But I want him too much. I choose to disregard my anxiousness and submit to him gladly, ready to do whatever he wants.
He climbs on top of me and moans a bit as his dick tip probes me. It’s hard for him to get inside at first. He’s just too huge and my pussy strains and struggles, trying to accommodate his massive size.
“Oh god,” is my moan. “Fuck!”
“Fuck is right,” he growls. “Relax sweetheart because it’s coming at you.”
Slowly, he eases into me, penetrating me with his powerful weapon and drawing the breath out of me. Finally he’s all the way in. I grip onto his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, humming like a running motor. I look up into his face, which I can make out faintly, and I find those eyes again. Those piercing blue eyes. I feel like he is penetrating my soul whenever his eyes lock with mine.
He not only knows what he is doing with his hands and mouth, but he can drive his dick l
ike a master. He is easily the best lover I’ve ever had. It is so good that I can barely contain myself. I can barely find the strength to hold off another orgasm. The way he fucks me is so intense.
I think that once I come for him again, he’ll fill up the condom and we’ll reload for more. However, when my dams burst, he slides out of me, his cock is still throbbing and eager to unload.
“Stand up,” he orders.
I do as I am told, and he joins me. He runs his thumb across my lips, drawing circles. I lick and suck on it for him, teasing him.
“Bend over,” he commands.
Again, I obey. I bend over on the edge of the bed and stick my ass up for him to grab. He does so, caressing my cheeks and spanking them lightly.
“Harder.” I moan.
He does as I ask, and he smacks my ass harder with each subsequent spanking. While he does that with one hand, he starts rubbing my clit with the other.
At first, my hand grabs onto his, intent on pulling it away. I am feeling spent already. Then, he slows down his touching to barely a massage, lightly caressing it and rolling in slow circles.
“Take over for me,” he says.
He slides his hand from my clit up through my backside up to my head, where he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls on it aggressively.
“How hard do you want it?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
“However hard you want,” I reply. “You’re wearing me out.”
He doesn’t go easy on me, but I am happy to take him. He thrusts frantically, charged from all the work he has put into it. I rub my clit with my moisture, feeling another mind-blowing climax coming my way as he fucks me hard from behind.
He grabs onto my breasts, pounds into me like a jackhammer, and we come tumbling down.
He erupts inside of me after having spread me wide and burrowing deep. He gives my ass one last spank and falls over onto the bed.
It isn’t long before we both pass out together.
I sleep for only three hours, and then Emma wakes me up. It is morning. It’s light, but it’s still really early. She is still my wing-woman and the best one a girl can ask for.
We get dressed quickly, keeping our voices down to the barest minimum possible while we make our escape.
Once we get out of the house, we start laughing. I look back to the house, thinking back on the events that took place.
“I don’t even know why I’m laughing,” says Emma.
“I know why I am.”
“I haven’t done the whole casual sex thing in a while,” she notes. “I’m glad we did it, though. I had a lot of fun. So, what about you? How is Mason, the mountain man?”
“Emma, I just had the best sex I’ve ever had,” I say with joy. “That was, I would say, the perfect way to end that day. But I want a word that’s better than perfect! It’s been one good thing after another, and so fast! Yesterday was the greatest day of my life, and I’ll remember it forever.”
“Was there anything special about it?” she asks.
“You mean other than the mind-blowing orgasms he gave me?”
Emma giggles.
“Well yeah, but was there anything else?”
Immediately, I answer.
“His cock,” I say. “He’s absolutely enormous.”
Emma’s mouth opens into an “O” but then she gasps.
“You’ll have to tell me about it,” she says as we hurry off into the rain, with me limping a bit. Oh my god, my pussy’s so sore from his shaft but in a good way, and I lick my lips at the memory.
24
Mason
Mondays are always unpredictable when it comes to deliveries up in the mountains. Regardless of how busy it might get at various points in the day, I don’t have a justifiable reason to go out and drive when I have drivers who can make money instead.
Staying off the road is good for me because it also gives me a chance to take care of things around the house. Cleaning inside the house is a constant necessity because I am a rather messy bachelor.
What is more important is to prepare for the upcoming winter. Prepping for snowfall is an obvious annual chore, but you have to go beyond the snow.
During the extreme cold, it gets extremely dry, which increases the chances for fires. So, I spend the majority of my morning raking and sweeping leaves, ensuring the dead leaves are cleared, and other potential kindling is away from the house.
All of the pipes on my property are already insulated, so I’m protected in that way. I weather-strip my windows and some of the doors leading outside, and I decide to temporarily shut off my water valves to avoid a burst pipe in the middle of the night.
By 4:30, I think I have everything accomplished that I need. Then, I come across a discovery in my outside shed. My fire extinguishers are no good anymore.
“Shit.”
I decide against procrastination for once and choose to replace my fire extinguishers right then and there. I get in my car and start heading down the mountain toward our Home Depot.
While going through my chores, and as I descend into town, I can’t seem to get Jillian out of my head. I replay that whole night over and over again so I know I would never, ever forget it. She is an exceptional, raw, sexy woman that has a hold on me and isn’t letting go. That sort of grip never occurred before when I would hook up with women I met at bars or clubs.
For some reason—and I hate admitting it to myself—I’m hurt by her sneaking out before I woke up. Once we passed out after our unbelievable sex, I slept soundly for a full eight hours, waking up shortly before noon. I didn’t feel her getting out of bed, and I didn’t hear doors opening or closing. I never even got to ask for her number.
It is silly and somewhat hypocritical of me to be upset with her for doing the very same thing I’ve done to many other women. I can’t help how I feel, though, and if I could stop feeling petty, I would.
Then, I try to imagine a scenario where she didn’t actually leave before I woke up. I’d wake up sober, hungover, and no longer horny. The more I think about it, the less bitter I feel. In truth, it’s quite possible that I might have tried to sneak out and leave. After all, we were at Luke’s place, not mine. I’m not really sure what I would have done had things played out differently.
I call up Luke when I’m about five minutes away from Home Depot. He’s been texting me all day, and I have been short with him for the most part.
“He’s alive!” says Luke upon answering.
“And well,” I say. “What are you up to, man?”
“Nothing much, chillin’,” he says in a jive voice. “Dude, I’ve been having to ice my balls since Sunday morning.”
I burst out laughing. I know the feeling all too well.
“You thinking of hooking up with your gal again?” Luke asks me.
“I didn’t get her number,” I lament. “And I only got her first name, so I don’t know how the hell I’d find her on the internet.”
“Oh, damn, that sucks,” he agrees. “You guys didn’t exchange numbers on the ride to my place?”
“Bro, we made out during the entire cab ride,” I say proudly. “We hardly said a word to each other after the bar.”
“Letting your bodies do the talking, all right,” says Luke with the same sense of pride. “I’ll concede to you, Mason; I’m glad we went over and talked to those girls. Good fucking call, buddy. I had a lot of fun.”
“My pleasure,” I say and laugh. “I think it—Yeah, it was just a one-night stand.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“She and I had a wonderful night together,” I elaborate. “She honestly—I’m not bullshitting you—she may have been the best lay I’ve ever had.”
“Wow,” he says, sounding sincerely impressed. “High praise.”
“It was fucking epic from beginning to end, dude,” I say. “I didn’t think I’d ever have sex like that for real. I don’t need to be a glutton. We had that night. Maybe that was enough. I’m not going to assume I
was her best, but let’s just say, she saw multiple orgasms, okay?”
“You’re such a fucking braggart,” he jabs jokingly.
“Seriously, though,” I say. “I’ve never been with someone that came so easily! She was soaked, dude. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t ask for my number.”
“Yeah, same here,” says Luke.
“Did you get info from Emma?” I ask him. “You two exchange numbers?”
“If we did, I have no idea what I have it saved under,” he replies. “I’m kind of surprised to hear you talking like this. I thought you’d be thrilled. It was a sweetheart deal, amigo. We drank, had a good time at the bar, had a lot of sex, and now, we’re all returning to our regularly scheduled programming. And they left when we were asleep! If I believed in marriage, I’d say let’s marry those chicks. Such an awesome night.”
I decide not to push the conversation any further regarding Jillian. We finish up our brief talk just as I pull into Home Depot, making plans to go to a hockey game later that week.
An inevitable thing that comes from living in a small town is that everyone around you knows you. Practically every other person that I run into is someone that I know. It looks like damn near everyone is prepping for a harsh winter.
I find the aisle with fire extinguishers, grab two, and head for the registers. Fortunately, they have self-checkout, so I go for that.
Unfortunately, another person that I know is at the self-checkout section and sees me before I can turn around. She is a girl that I slept with once before. It was a bad mistake and the major reason why I decided to stop sleeping with Wrightwood locals. Never have I had a fling that I want to take back so badly.
We met at a bookstore in town. We were both seeking similar poetry books, so we got to talking. We really clicked, but I wasn’t looking for something serious with her. It also didn’t help that we both lied about our age—ironically, we even made the exact lie down to the fake age and the incremental differences. She said she was twenty-five but was actually twenty. I said I was twenty-five but was actually thirty. The sex was pretty good, but afterward, I felt like just being friends. She didn’t see it my way.