At the same time, his tongue swirled inexorably around my clitoris, relentlessly driving me towards a detonation of pleasure.
I writhed and squirmed on the bed – my hands clawing at the pink bedsheets, as Mason played my body like a master violinist might play a Stradivarius.
My nipples were like bullets. My stomach was churning with butterflies. I could barely breath, as my whole body trembled with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, as Mason started fucking me with his fingers, and never relented with that delicious, lapping tongue of his. “Oh, God… I’m going to… I’m going to…”
And then I exploded wetly into his mouth – arching my back as an explosive climax washed over me.
Mason kept licking, and sucking, and fingering, and my first orgasm was rapidly followed by a second… and a third…
And… fuck. Was he trying to kill me?
“Please, God, no more,” I begged, giggling. Pushing Mason’s head away, I rolled onto my side and clamped my thighs together – feeling my gushing pussy throb and tremble like it had a life of its own.
Mason stood up, wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand, and laughing sadistically.
“You better get used to that,” he purred, reaching down to stroke his massive erection. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and now I’ve got a hunger for you…”
I just groaned, clamping my hands between my thighs as another rumble of mini orgasms washed over me.
The bed creaked as Mason clambered onto it, and I felt his hot, strong hands on my hips – trying to roll me over.
That’s when I looked up.
“W-wait.”
Raising myself on one elbow, I looked across at Mason, my face flushed and my heart still racing.
God, he looked so fucking hot. And that cock – it was rearing from between his legs like a smooth, California redwood.
“What is it, baby?”
He was asking with a concerned tone to his voice… But I could also tell he was near-shaking with need. His cock was literally throbbing, already drooling with pre-cum.
I bit my bottom lip, and reached out to touch his bare arm.
“M-Mason,” I purred. “I know… I know I’ve done a lot since I’ve been with the Knuckleheads…”
Mason just sat there, a blank look on his face.
“I mean sexually,” I clarified. “I-I’m… Well, I’m not exactly a virgin…”
“No,” Mason said coolly.
God, the butterflies in my stomach were churning for another reason now. I was nervous – nervous that what I was about to say would turn him off me forever.
“I-I’ve been with a lot of men,” I admitted. “Sometimes a lot at the same time…”
Mason nodded. His face was impossible to read… but I noticed his huge erection didn’t waver. In fact, I could have sworn it throbbed a little bit more eagerly.
I gulped dryly, and forced myself to continue.
“I… I wish there was something special I could give you,” I told him. “Something to make this…” I was referring to our lovemaking. “…special.”
Mason reached out, and placed a hot hand on my arm.
“This is special, honey. This is the most special thing I’ve ever known.” His big hand squeezed my arm gently. “You’re so fucking sexy, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
My cheeks burned when I heard that.
Smiling happily, I then told him: “I’ve thought of something, though.”
Mason looked at me blankly.
I bit my lip coquettishly, and clambered up onto my knees on the bed.
Like a dog settling down for the night, I crawled on my hands and knees in a circle on the bedclothes – until I was presenting my bare ass to this hot, gorgeous man.
I waggled it invitingly, and dropped to my elbows on the bed.
I could hear the exhale of breath from Mason’s lungs, as he drank in the sight of my upturned ass.
I was offering it to him, like a bitch in heat – like I’d done to Coyle, in that Airstream, a few days ago…
…except this time I felt good about it.
Peering over my shoulder, I caught Mason’s eyes, and purred:
“I’m still a virgin there.” Waggling my ass invitingly, I murmured: “In my ass.”
“Fuuuck,” Mason groaned.
“I want you to take it, Mason,” I added a flirtatious plea to my voice. Undulating my hips, I coaxed: “I want to give the man I love something that no man has had before.”
I swear his cock grew by a half inch when he heard me murmur that.
“I want you to make me yours.”
Mason didn’t need any more encouragement.
Leaning forward, he reached out with his big, strong hands and placed one on each of my upturned ass cheeks. Then, tenderly, he gave my right buttock a wet, possessive kiss.
I giggled.
That giggle soon turned into a gasp, as Mason’s lips didn’t leave my skin… just migrated to the left…
Wet kisses traced a path to the crack of my ass, and then I shuddered as I felt his warm, wet tongue slather between them.
“Oh, God.”
My hands balled into fists – clawing at the bedsheets.
As I knelt there, I felt Mason adjust himself on the bed – and a moment later his probing fingers joined his lips and tongue.
As Mason kissed my ass – literally – his thick fingers pressed once again at the still-quivering entrance to my pussy.
I couldn’t help it. With an involuntary growl, I pushed my hips back, and impaled myself on his two fingers.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” I moaned, as I sunk down on them, inch after inexorable inch.
They stretched and filled me deliciously, and I felt my whole body quivering as Mason finally sunk his digits inside me right to the knuckles.
And as he fucked me with his fingers, his tongue nuzzled between the cheeks of my ass, and swirled around the tightly clenched knot of my asshole.
I squeezed shut my eyes, remembering Coyle doing the same thing just a few days earlier…
I’d felt guilty about how pleasurable that had been… But I didn’t feel any guilt now. I just felt the illicit thrill of the man I loved kissing me where good little girls aren’t supposed to be kissed…
Mason’s saliva drooled down my thighs, as he slathered up my tight little ass. At the same time, his thick fingers fucked me relentlessly – his thumb rubbing circles around my still-throbbing clit.
Oh, fuck. I was on the verge of another orgasm, and I wasn’t sure if I could even survive it. I hadn’t climaxed so much, so quickly in my entire life…
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groaned, squeezing shut my eyes. “Oh… Baby… That’s it… That’s it… I’m going to…”
The final word out of my mouth was more of a hot, wet howl.
I climaxed on Mason’s thrusting fingers, and as I did so I felt his tongue thrust into my quivering ass.
“Huuunnngh!” I swear, I was about to pass out from the intensity of the sensations. “Uh, p-please…”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for… I just needed something.
But Mason seemed to know what it was, even if I didn’t.
With a mewl of disappointment, I felt him slide his fingers out of me, and his warm, wet, questing tongue left my ass.
I lay face-down on the bed, panting and gasping, with my ass still upturned towards him.
As I knelt there, Mason reached over to the bedside cabinet, and snatched up a bottle of coconut oil I kept there – my hippy little alternative to moisturizer.
With a snap, Mason popped open the cap, and poured a splodge into the palm of his hand.
I peered over my shoulder, still drunk from all those orgasms. I watched lustfully as the gorgeous man slathered up his straining cock – oiling the thick, veiny length up until it glistened.
My pussy throbbed at the sight of it.
And then, with coconut oil still
dripping from his fingers, he reached over and slid his fingertips between the cheeks of my ass.
“Oh, God…” I clawed at the bedsheets, as I felt his oil-slick thumb circle my tightly clenched little asshole. “Oh, Jesus…”
And then, with almost a ‘pop’, my ass opened up…
…and Mason’s thumb sunk inside.
“Oh, God!” I practically leapt across the bed, and only Mason wrapping his other arm around my waist stopped me.
He had me pinned, as he sunk his thumb deeper inside my ass. I squirmed, not sure if I was feeling pleasure or pain…
…but the moment his fingers slithered between the lips of my pussy, and his fingertips started rubbing my clit, I soon made the distinction.
With one hand, I clawed at the bedsheets. The other, I bundled into a fist and raised to my mouth.
With a moan, I sunk my teeth into my own flesh, and bit down just hard enough to match the pleasure and discomfort in my rear end.
Oh, fuuuuck. Is this what it was supposed to feel like? Is this what…
What…
What?
…I was losing the ability to form rational thoughts.
Mason relentlessly rubbed my clitoris, but slowly pulled his thumb from my ass. That respite didn’t last long, though, because I felt the bed creak, and then the heat of his muscular thighs pressed against mine.
The next thing I felt was something nuzzling between the cheeks of my ass… Something much bigger than a thumb.
“Oh, fuck… I don’t know,” I groaned. “It’s too big…”
The hot, hard, smooth head of Mason’s cock probed at the entrance to my ass. With the coconut oil slathered all over us both, even the slightest nudge threatened to open up my ass like a blossoming flower.
I sunk my teeth into my fist, knowing that with just one thrust, he’d be inside me…
I was scared.
I was exhilarated.
Would he split me in two?
But with Mason’s fingers relentlessly teasing my clitoris, I found myself on a road I knew I couldn’t turn back from.
Butterflies were churning in my stomach. My pussy was throbbing like it had a heartbeat. I felt pleasure building between my thighs like the explosive pressure of a water boiler.
I pulled my fist away from my mouth, and moaned wetly:
“D-do it.” When Mason remained still, I literally pleaded: “Do it.”
And then, with a snarl, Mason’s oil-slick hands gripped my thighs, and he pulled my hips back towards him.
My suspicion had been right. With all that oil, and following his probing thumb and tongue, my ass surrendered.
There was a ‘pop’ as the head of Mason’s enormous cock sunk inside, and then I felt the most intense sensation of my life, as he pulled my hips backwards, and inch after inch of that thick, throbbing dick sunk inside me.
“Oh fuuuuuuck!” I must have cried out so loud they could have heard me all the way in Escondido. “Oh God!”
Mason pulled my hips back, slowly impaling me on that big, beautiful cock. I raised myself onto my hands and arched my back, trying to angle myself to make penetration as comfortable as possible…
But Mason had a big dick, and there was nothing to be done to make my tight little virgin ass feel comfortable about this…
But as he slowly bottomed out inside of me – his muscular hips pressed against the flesh of my ass – I realized I didn’t really want ‘comfortable.’
I groaned, as Mason snaked one hand from the curve of my hips, over my stomach, and between my legs.
His oil-slick fingers found my clitoris again, and he started stroking me.
“Fuuuck!”
Mason started to fuck me – all the while relentlessly circling my clitoris with his fingertips. He was hunched over me like a rutting beast, and each thrust of his muscular hips slid that massive, veiny piston in and out of my tiny ass.
I was whooping now – taking great gasps of air as I finally gave the man I loved the one part of myself nobody had ever had before.
It felt good. It felt intense. It felt like it wasn’t my tight little ass I’d surrendered. It was like I’d given up everything those months of riding with the Knuckleheads had forced me to make myself.
With a moan, my arms gave way and I flopped face-first into the covers. Buried in the blankets, I could only moan, and gasp, and shudder in uncomfortable pleasure as Mason fucked me in the ass.
The bed was creaking. The wet sound of his fingers relentlessly rubbing my pussy echoed back and forth in the small bedroom. Each time his powerful hips thrust forward, our flesh met with a slap that sounded like a gunshot.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, as Mason’s relentless fingers drove me closer and closer to explosion. “I-It’s too much… I think I’m going to… Going to…”
I don’t know if I was begging him to stop, or keep on going – but I don’t think Mason would have listened either way.
He just rubbed me furiously, and fucked me deeply, until I had to claw at the covers once again, and sink my teeth into the folds of the bedsheet to stop from screaming.
Just like that – on my knees, with Mason’s big, beautiful cock pistoning in and out of my ass – I felt the oncoming of a storm that there’d be no shelter from…
Mason’s fingers stroked me relentlessly, and finally tipped me over the edge.
With a wolf-like howl, I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life – driven by that huge, pounding cock in my ass, and the inexorable rhythm of Mason’s talented fingers.
I shuddered, and gasped, and cried out in moans. Pleasure washed over me like a summer storm. My pussy throbbed, and gushed, and I felt my wetness pouring down my thighs.
And then, as my orgasm fully washed over me, I felt my ass tighten down on Mason’s big, beautiful cock – and that was too much for him…
“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned, “Oh, Christi…” And then he thrust himself as deeply into my ass as he could – so much so I thought he’d split me in two – and I felt his cock throb, and swell, and spurt hotly deep inside me.
It was one of the most sexually intense moments of my life. My little ass was so tight, I could literally feel each spurt, as he emptied himself into me.
And then, when he was finally drained, I could even feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock…
“Oh, my God…”
For a moment we hung there – both trembling from climax, and still joined wetly at the crotch…
But as Mason’s cock softened, it ‘popped’ out of my plundered ass, and the both of us collapsed onto the bed like we’d just run a marathon…
…which, to be honest, my tender little ass might as well have done.
I flopped onto my side on the bed – my pussy still quivering, and my ass throbbing. I could barely form coherent thoughts.
And Mason seemed to be similarly drained. He flopped down behind me, and threw one of his huge, muscular arms across my shoulder as he snuggled in close.
Sweaty, panting and utterly drained, we lay snuggled together until the sweet release of sleep enveloped us both…
***
Barney’s frantic barking woke us up.
I didn’t know how long had passed since Mason and I had slumped together into a big pile on my childhood twin bed – but to my surprise, when I forced open my sleepy eyes – I saw sunlight pouring through the open window.
It had been early evening when we’d fallen asleep… Had we really slept the whole night through?
Outside, in the driveway below, Barney was barking furiously.
Months ago, it would have been a familiar sound – I’d have probably been annoyed at my dumb, old dog.
But I’d been away so long, it was delightful to hear that bark again – and I promised myself I’d never yell at Barney again for his yapping.
With a groan, I felt Mason stir behind me.
My huge lover squeezed his big arm around me, and I felt him kiss my bare shoulders lovingly.
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��Good morning, baby,” he purred.
I squeezed shut my eyes, and snuggled back against him.
I’d been called ‘baby’ plenty of times – but never the way Mason said it. With the Knuckleheads, it had normally been a biker growling: “Get us another beer, baby,” or “get that ass over here, baby.”
But the way Mason said it?
My heart melted into almost as much of a gushy mess as my pussy had last night.
Barney was still barking outside, though – and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ignore him.
With a groan, I slithered out from under Mason’s deliciously heavy arm, and slid out of bed.
My bare feet hit the floorboards, and I kicked aside the previous day’s clothes, and headed for the dresser.
We’d washed every item of clothing in the house the previous day – and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I was going to start the day in a fresh, clean pair of panties.
“My God, you’re gorgeous,” Mason purred, as I pulled open the drawer and selected a girlish pair of pretty, pink bikini briefs. Turning to him, I giggled happily – pulling on the panties while he watched me appreciatively.
Soon the big man was clambering out of bed too – and he had to do what I’d got so used to in all those nights I’d spent in roadside motels…
Fish around for the previous night’s clothes.
But he found them – and as I pulled on a light, summer sundress from the closet, he led me out into the landing and down the stairs.
The front door creaked as we stepped out onto the porch – shielding our eyes from the bright, California sunshine.
God, it felt good to be home.
I stood on the porch, as Barney came lolloping up to me with his slobbering tongue and eagerly wagging tail. As I petted him, I looked up at the empty polythene tunnels and bare stretches of dirt – land that had once been flush with some of the finest, medical-grade marijuana plants on the west coast.
Mason knelt down beside me, and placed his arm over my shoulders.
“They took everything,” he breathed. “Coyle made good on his promise.”
Turning to me, Mason murmured: “I’m sorry. You have to start all over again.”
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