Chapter 13

Faith

 

        I went to Mason and Logan’s room and knocked.  I heard someone inside mumble something, so I carefully opened the door.

        “Hello?” I said.

        Mason was lying in the darkness on his bed.

        “What do you want?” he muttered.  “Logan isn’t here.”

        “Actually, I came to see you,” I said, standing by the door.  “I heard about the game.  Are you okay?”

        “No,” he said, swallowing hard.  “I suck.  Reaching the level of okay would be a huge increase for me.”

        I came inside and turned on the light.  Mason squinted and rolled to face away from me.  I think he had been crying.

        “Oh, it’s okay, Mason,” I said.  “It’s just one game and it was your first one as quarterback.”

        “And I blew it!”

        “No one expected you to change football in your first game, Mason,” I said, trying to console him.  “You have to stop beating yourself up.”

        “Why?  Who cares?  My father doesn’t care.  He knew what a failure I am.  Never came to any of my games,” he whined.  “He thinks I’m a loser.”

        I pulled him up and looked him in the eye.  His deep blue eyes were lined with red, he had been crying.

        “You’re not a loser, Mason.  Don’t say that!”

        “I am,” he said.  “I let my own brother steal you away from me.”

        “That’s not exactly true,” I said, looking away.

        “You let him tell everyone you were engaged.  What’s up with that?” he asked.

        “I don’t know, he just said it,” I explained.  “But I have feelings for him and you.  It’s very confusing.”

        “You have feelings for me?” he asked hopefully, looking into my eyes.

        “Yes,” I said, looking back.

        He kissed me and that was it.  I knew I couldn’t control myself.  Mason was like a wounded deer I was nursing back to health.  I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.  I was amazed at his body.  So lean, muscular and taught.  More streamlined than his brother, but Mason had more passion in his kisses.  They were desperate and wanting, like a starving man who had finally been given food.

        I didn’t care anymore.  We started taking off each other’s clothes.  I wasn’t going to listen to my mother’s voice in my head.  I didn’t want to look back on this moment twenty years from now with regret.  If I was going to end up dropping out of college and stuck waitressing somewhere, at least I would have this moment.  I would live for now.  Right now!

        Mason was on top of me and had my shirt pushed up.  He was kissing my neck and between my breasts.  I wanted there to be no misunderstanding.

        “Yes,” I whispered.  “Take me, Mason.  Do whatever you want to me!”

        I started unbuttoning my shirt, but he ripped it off sending the buttons flying all over the room.  He tore off his t-shirt and exposed his chest, rippling with muscle.  I ran my fingers up and down it.  Then I leaned up, kissed him and pulled him back down on top of me.  We were like two hungry animals devouring each other.

        Mason fumbled with trying to unhook my bra, so I reached behind and helped undo it.  It fell away and my breast popped out.  They tingled in the cool dorm room air as Mason’s eyes went wide.

        “Wow,” he said.

        “Touch them,” I said.

        He cupped them in his hands like he had discovered gold.  Then he started licking the nipples.  Oh, God!  It was erotic.  I leaned my head forward trying to kiss part of him, but only could manage the top of his blond head.  He buried his face in my breasts while massaging them with his hands.  I lifted a leg up and bended a knee.  I could feel his hard dick through his pants and I started to grind against it from underneath.  Things were getting hot and we both started sweating.

        Unable to stand it any longer, Mason leapt off the bed and started to take off his pants hurriedly.  I got out from under my shirt, kicked off my shoes and slid my skirt and panties off.  I flung them aside heedless, not caring if I ever got them back.  I kept on a pair of hot pink socks that stopped at the ankles and had pictures of smiling kittens on them.

        Mason’s cock was identical to his brothers.  Long, rock hard and pointing straight up, it was a wonder it didn’t rip his pants from inside.  There was already a little precum coming out of the top.  I knew his first orgasm would be happening fast.  I reached over and grabbed and licked the top.

        “Oh,” he said.  “I don’t think I can hold out.

        I gestured for him to climb on top of me and he straddled my head, while putting his face into my crotch.  We were mouth-to-genitals now.  He put his hands underneath my buttocks and lifted my wet pussy to his face.  I could feel his rough chin with five o’clock shadow on my pussy lips and immediately started to cum.

        Mason wasn’t kidding.  I barely got his cock into my mouth when I could feel it pulsating.

        “Uhhhh!” he moaned.

        A torrent of cum exploded into my mouth, filling my cheeks and shooting down my throat.  I gagged a little, but swallowed it all.  I didn’t even think about it.  I instantly trusted both he and his brother.  He kept cumming and cumming and I swallowed trying to keep up.  I was also moaning on his shaft, as I gushed my hot juices into his face.

        Mason did his best not to lean his total weight on me.  He was done cumming, but his cock was still like steel.

        “Oh, that was good,” he said.  “I really needed that.”

        He rolled off me and looked at me.

        “Did you cum?” he asked.

        “Yes, but I want more,” I said.  “Fuck me, Mason.  Please.  I’ve never wanted to be fucked by someone so much in my life.”

        Mason’s 19-year-old, near-professional athlete’s body was up to the challenge.  He still was hard!  Reaching into a nightstand, he found a package of condoms and took one out.  He had some trouble getting it on, so I helped him.  I couldn’t wait to get that cock inside me.

        “Start slow, okay?” I asked.  “You’re pretty big.”

        “Okay,” he said smiling.

        He put the tip in and I gasped.  I was already cumming again.  He slowly pushed in and I gasped.  I could feel my pussy walls being stretched.

        “Oh, God!  Oh, God!” I squealed.  “Do me!  Do me!  Yes!”

        Mason started slow, but then began to increase in speed and depth.  I couldn’t help myself, my insides were exploding.

        “Ahhhh!” I squealed rather loudly.

        I realized that was a little loud and put my hand over my mouth.  Mason started to slow down.

        “No, don’t stop!” I begged.  “Keep going!”

        I couldn’t stop making noises.  I grabbed part of my shirt and stuffed it into my mouth.

        “Mmmm-mmm-mmm!” I kept moaning with every pump.

        The orgasms were overwhelming.  I’ve heard of people having a religious experience and being overtaken by the holy spirit, that’s what it felt like to be fucked by Mason.  It was so emotional and raw, my feelings just were so--- I can’t describe it.  It was like I wanted to scream for joy, cry and laugh all at the same time!

        Mason’s cock was plunging deep inside of me.  I could feel every inch of him and sweat rained down from his perfect glistening muscles.  I opened up my legs and gave him full access.  I just sort of hung my legs in the air with my socks at the end, while he pounded my pussy into submission.

        Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close for a last, earth-shattering orgasm.  His dripping hot body against mine sent me over the top and I grabbed his ass and pushed trying to get his cock deeper inside me.  Then I let go a roar of such relief and satisfaction, I think it rattled the lights over our head.

        “Holy shit,” gasped Mason.

        I could feel Mason cumming inside the condom.  I started moaning and squealing as this new sensation was setting off fireworks of pleasure deep inside my hot box.

        “Oh, God, Mason!” I gasped.  “Oh, God!  Yes!  Yes!”

        I grinded on his cock, which never seemed to go limp.  My God!  He was still rock hard even after cumming twice right in a row!  I didn’t want the orgasms to stop.  The sheets in his bed were now soaked with my juices.  I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air.

        “From behind now,” I begged.  “Fuck me from behind!”

        “Yes-yes-yes!” he said, putting it in my pussy and pumping as hard as he could.

        Now I could bury my face in the pillow and scream as loud as I wanted.  With each pump I was squealing and squealing with delight.  I couldn’t help it.  I had completely lost control.  I would’ve let him do absolutely anything to me in that moment.  I felt completely in his control.

        It was strange because Mason was such a gentle soul.  Almost depressed about his dad and his life, but there was a different side of him.  Underneath, there was a confidence and a power.  I was experiencing that power now.  He was unleashed for a short time and uninhibited.  He moved my body wherever he wanted it to go and his strength was an epic turn on.

        The “slap-slap-slap” of his torso against my ass kept the party going.  One of his dorm mates knocked on the door as he walked by and we momentarily stopped.  I then blushed and went back to my pillow.

        “Fuck it,” I said in the pillow.  “It’s too late now.”

        “You like that?” said Mason.  “You like how I do that?  You like how I fuck you?”

        “Yes, Mason.  Yes!  I’m yours.  Do whatever you want to me.  Just don’t stop!  Please!” I begged.

        The bed was now creaking and banging against the wall, but we didn’t care.  The noise of our lovemaking permeated the walls of the dorm and no doubt spurned embarrassed laughter all around us.  The old Faith would’ve been mortified, but I was a new person now.  I was unleashed.  I spread my legs as far as I was able to still be on my knees with Mason railing me again and again and again.

        I wanted to scream out.  I wanted the whole world to hear how happy I sounded.  I wanted Kyle to hear it and regret how he treated me.  This was unrestrained passion and how it should always be.  My body ached, I had cum so many times, but it was like a drug and Mason was my amazing injector!

        Seizing my muscles on his cock, I squeezed his rod deep inside me.  It caught Mason by surprise and he pushed in balls deep and stayed there.

        “Oo-ooh.  Ooooh.” he groaned.  “Ahhhhh.  Aa-aaaah!”

        His spunk fired again into me, filling up the condom even more.  It was so full, it started leaking down my leg.  Mason pulled out and I fell forward, cumming again at the sensation.  I was uncorked and satisfied.

        “Ah, shit, I have to empty this,” he said, trying to keep the condom from spilling.

        He rushed to the bathroom, disposed of it and came back.  After cumming three times in a row and magnificently, his cock had finally gone slightly limp.  Although, truthfully, he probably could go again.  He still had most of a hard on.  Falling back down on the bed together, we laid in the damp sheets and breathed heavily.

        “Oh, my God, that was incredible,” I raved.  “It was the most incredible sexual experience of my life.  God!  You were fantastic!”

        “Aw, c’mon,” he said, embarrassed.

        “No, I’m serious,” I said.  “You went three times in a row.  One after another like that.  It was unbelievable!”

        “Don’t most guys do that?” he asked.

        “No, no-no,” I assured him.  “Once and then a break, then a second time and then lights out.  You must be in incredible shape!”

        “Really?  Kyle couldn’t do that, huh?”

        I laughed.

        “No-no, not even close,” I said.  “I mean, I had to talk about him that way, but compared to you, he was like nothing.”

        “How about my brother?” he asked.

        “I didn’t technically have sex with him,” I admitted.  “Well, we did do things---  I’m not going to lie, but not penetration.”

        “Oh,” smiled Mason.