The Trashy Virgin: A Menage Romance

And Jason chuckled low in his throat.

“Looks like my little girl likes her cunt play,” he rasped throatily. “Good thing because I love sucking pussy. Part your legs more, baby girl,” he commanded. “Give it to Daddy.”

And I obeyed, head dropping to the coverlet, forehead pressed against the mattress as the most delicious sensations overcame me. Because Jason had flipped onto his back with his head between my legs and was holding my steamy folds open, running his fingers through the wetness, inspecting my swollen channel of pink.

“God you’re beautiful,” he muttered before lifting his head and placing an open-mouthed kiss against my twat. “And you taste good too.”

And I lost it then, burrowing my face against the mattress as he licked and licked and licked, kissing my clit before tracing circles around it with his tongue, sampling my folds, sucking the cream out of my hole.

“Ohhh!” I moaned, desperate, body shaking, nips hard and achy, grinding my pussy into his face. “Oh fuck!”

The big man didn’t let up at all, pressing his tongue up my passageway, burrowing into the pink, drinking the ambrosia that flowed from my insides, gulping it like he couldn’t get enough.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt the faint brush of his finger against my asshole. My body clenched violently, I’d just been breached there. Was he going in again?

But Jason chuckled, his deep rumbles muffled by my cunt, he was so far inside.

“That’s right, baby girl, I’m gonna push myself in here so I gotta keep you stretched out, who knows, maybe you’ve shrunk in the last five minutes,” he growled, stuffing his finger in, feeling up my musty channel. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

And I lost it then, everything we were doing was so deliciously nasty that I careened over the edge, screaming, gripping the sheets to keep myself from levitating off the bed.

“Ohhh!” I shrieked, body jerking and spasming uncontrollably as I mashed my pussy harder onto his face. “Oh!”

And the big man opened his mouth to take it all in, lapping and licking my folds, letting me take however much I needed to come.

“Yeah, face-fuck me, do it,” he rumbled, voice muffled, as he pushed his finger in harder up my ass, this time slipping a second one in with the first, pulling slightly before scissoring them, the jolts in my ass magnified by his mouth. I felt like my pussy and ass were going to shake right off, I was coming so hard that I jerked like a marionette, unable to control my body.

But Jason rode me through the storm, fingering my butt while mouthing my cunt, the big man was with me every second of the way and I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, a sheen of sweat on my haunches as he pulled himself out from under me.

“That was good,” he growled, wiping his chin with his hand. And oh god, but the lower half of his face was completely drenched from my sopping juices, his chin shiny and wet.

But the big man just grinned.

“You taste delicious baby girl, now back on your knees,” he commanded.

My eyes flew open. He’d just treated me to another amazing orgasm and I was wrung out, limp as a rag doll on the bed, heaving, panting, my sweet folds swollen and wet still. But that was his point exactly.

“I haven’t had you on my dick honey, and it’s time to take that ass cherry.”

I gasped then, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

“Jason, now?” I panted. “But … but … but I’m so fucked already.”

And he just rumbled deep in his throat, laughing.

“That’s right baby girl, and you’re gonna be even more fucked when I’m through,” he ground out. “Now hands and knees, upsy-daisy.”

And slowly, I obeyed. My limbs were so weak and shivery that I could hardly manage, slowly dragging myself up, my head dropping from my shoulders like a flower too heavy for its stalk. I was so spent, so exhausted, small residual tingles still running through my frame.

But Jason growled approvingly, gazing at my pussy, because I knew how it looked. Pink, swollen, creamy, and begging for his touch, my slit was open and all his. But instead of fingering it, he got behind me, doggy style, and spit into his hand, lubing up his dick.

“That’s right baby girl, I’m getting myself wet for you,” he ground out. And then he began lifting my torso, helping me up so that I knelt on my knees facing away from him. “Come on baby girl,” he murmured against my skin, “Come on, sit down on Daddy’s dick.”

My eyes flew open then, every sense on alert, my body jolted back to life with electricity. Me sit on his dick? He wasn’t gonna push it in slow, breach my pucker with a couple of expert strokes? I was gonna have to impale myself, push myself down on that massive cock? With my ass, no less?