Chapter 74: All Fours or Firsts (r-18)

[Thirst Gauge: 100/100 — Has touched herself two times today and toys but nothing could satisfy her even 10% of this. Wants Host to fuck her—]

’Yeah, System. Of course she does. No need to tell me that or her thoughts.’

His tongue pushed into the split one more time — not a finger, just tongue — shallow into the mouth of her cave, and her hole winked against it while he tasted inside her for the first time.

Then he pulled off her before she could grab his hair again.

Her hole stayed open a second after his tongue left it, shiny, leaking a slow line of juice onto the sheet.

"Nnnh—don’t stop—"

"All fours."

She had not even started and he was already helping her.

He put his hands on her hips, flipped her, and put her where he wanted her, and that ass came up huge and round and lifted, two globes sitting high with a deep dark split between them.

The undersides shook when her knees found the bed.

The ass cheeks were so full they almost touched her thighs. Soft skin. A crease where each globe met the back of her leg. He smacked one side and the sound was filthy and the flesh rolled and settled while she cried out.

"Ah—!"

He smacked the other side and watched it bounce. He grabbed both cheeks and squeezed until they spilled between his fingers. Then he looked at the rest of her — the long line of her back, the dip of her spine, the way her tits hung toward the sheets, heavy, nipples pointing down, swinging when he slapped her.

He reached under with both hands and mauled them from behind.

Damon lifted the weight, pinched the nipples, and let them drop just so they swung again.

"Ohh—yes—ahh—"

He put a hand between her shoulders, settled her head down on the sheets, and lifted her ass a little higher so the globes sat up for him. Her tits slapped her own forearms when they dropped.

Her spine dipped and the undercrease of her ass trembled after each slap.

"This is one of the best moments of my life." His palm rubbed the sting he had just put on her. He squeezed again, Damon looked again. "Thank you for being my first time. I don’t know anyone else I’d want all my firsts with. First kiss. First time I came looking at somebody through a window. First time a woman put her feet on me at a table. First time I tasted this. And now this."

He kissed the small of her back. He kissed the top of one cheek. He bit it just enough to make her jump. "One of the most amazing women I know."

Camilla’s whole body trembled.

"Damon..."

He got behind her.

Her ass globes hid her pussy until he spread them with both hands and pulled the cheeks apart until the split went wide. Her asshole sat tight and small above, a little darker, and it clenched when the air hit it and winked when he talked — a little squeeze, a little open — and he watched it do that and smiled like a virgin who could not believe what he was looking at.

Below it, her fat pussy and gaped just a little from the pose while the petals pulled open and her juice hung off her in a thick line, and the pink of her flower showed and the mouth of her cave looked too small for what he was about to do.

From behind the mound stayed plump and the lips stayed fat, shaved and hairless and shining, while a string of her juice ran from her clit down past her hole and broke on the sheet and the hole itself was a small juicing mouth, darker at the rim, twitching.

He kissed it open-mouthed and licked her from clit to hole and back, then rubbed her own juice in with his thumb and still did not go in, and he smacked her ass again so the pussy jumped in his face while those fat petals clapped and juice flicked off them onto his mouth.

"Ahh—fuck—"

Damon then laid the whole shaft in the split of her ass first, thick and hot, resting in the crack with the head showing above her lower back, and he ground once then twice and smeared himself between those globes until cream from her painted the underside of him, then he slid down until the head kissed her pussy instead while the unused length still sat against her ass before he had even put it in.

Then he took his dick in his hand and knocked the hot blunt head against that tight entrance.

He was proud and stupid proud while he looked at how small she was next to that thick juicing head, how the fat lips hugged just the tip when he pressed and how they tried to close around it and could not, and the head was darker and fatter, a round fat cap against a hole that looked like it belonged on a much smaller man.

He did not kneel, instead Damon squatted on the bed behind her with his thighs open, one hand on her hip and one on his dick, and started lining up, and his hands were shaking because this was it, this was the first time his cock was going into a woman, and the woman was Camilla.

What a better way to lose your virginity than your mother’s assistant, on all fours, ass up, pussy juicing from his mouth.

He loved this woman and he was going to fuck her and he was going to ruin her for anyone else.

Camilla reached back and helped while her fingers spread those fat petals for him and she moaned when the head kissed her again, and she missed his dick on the first grab and got his thigh instead with her nails in the muscle and she pulled.

Damon traced the head up and down her slit, slow, and parted her with it until he painted himself in her juice and the shaft shone, then he rubbed her clit with it and slid back to that tiny hole and pushed just enough that the lips opened around the head before he pulled off, and there was a catch of juice and a slip and the sound of it losing her.

"Please—ahh—put it in—please—"

Camilla pushed back but Damon held her hip and did not give it to her yet, just knocked and coated the head and watched her pussy try to eat the tip and fail while the hole stretched a little, shiny, kissing the crown and losing it, and the ring went pale around him for a second then plump again when he left her and a string of juice tied her hole to the head until it snapped.

"Back here. Watch."

She looked over her shoulder because he told her to, then she did more and put both hands back and spread her ass wider than he had asked and held her ass open so he could see the hole take the shape of him, and from behind it was a juicing ring waiting while from her look-back it was the same ring and her mouth already open for the sound she was about to make.

He talked fine until the second the head stayed and his body told on him like a virgin who had finally gotten past the tip.

"Fuck— Camilla—"

Then he started pushing.

"Ahhh—"