Chapter 75: Mission Completed or Awestruck (r-18)

Damon started pushing, and the head of his cock caught and stayed while her hole stretched around that blunt juicing crown until for a second it looked impossible, the fat petals hugged a shape too wide, the ring going white-pink at the edge — and then it took him, just the head, the rim going tight and shiny as the color changed from dark pink to a paler stretched ring and her packed lips thinned at the edge where they had to open for him.

"Ahhh—"

Camilla’s moan came out long and broken, but Damon did not stop and he kept going, and she went still first before she melted and pushed back onto him like her body had voted without asking her mouth.

He fed her more, not all of it because there was too much of him, and the shaft opened her in inches while her juice coated him and her pussy dragged on every vein, those ridges catching then sliding as the fat lips went thin at the rim, stretched shiny around him, then plumped again behind the head as more of the shaft disappeared.

A string of her juice clung from her clit to his stomach and broke, and another hung from her hole to the shaft and sagged before it snapped on her thigh, and she shook while he held her hips and pushed until he hit the end of her, the head knocking that deepest part and flaring inside her when it had nowhere else to go.

"That’s it— that’s the end— Damon, you’re at the end of me—"

He stopped there, buried as far as she could take, not to the base, a stretch of him was still outside her and shiny and left over where that unused length sat against her ass and her lips kissed the middle of the shaft and failed to climb it.

His stomach never touched her and the line of her cream on him stopped where she stopped, and inside her pussy was a fist — tight and hot and juicing and squeezing his dick in pulses with the head packed against that deepest wall while her pussy walls smothered the shaft and milked him without even moving: warmth all the way down, a real pussy, the first one of his life.

"Ahhh—fuck—"

The head flared in her and he felt it and almost pulled out from how tight it was before he forced himself to stay, thighs shaking, mouth still working, body telling on him like a virgin who had finally gotten past the tip and found out the rest of the sentence.

Damon had just lost his virginity.

[Ding! Mission Completed! Mission: Lose your virginity to—]

Damon waved the panel off like a fly and stared at her, looking at where they were joined like an idiot until one stupid sentence got out.

"So this is what it feels like."

He had not known a body could feel like this; wet and sift hugging around his dick and all the way down his shaft. Her walls were hugging him in pulses, cinching the head so tight it bordered on pain and then went sweet, a living squeeze his hand had never once come close to.

Soft. Scorching warm. Slippery and gripping at the same time.

Every heartbeat of hers was fluttering on his dick. He could have died right there and called it even.

Heaven was the only word his brain still had.

Camilla’s pussy wrapped his dick in pussy so thick it felt like being swallowed and held at the same time, her soft walls were pulsing around his shaft too in little greedy squeezes, juice soaking him to the depth she could take while the leftover inches stayed cold against her ass and reminded him he was still too much, and every breath she took milked him while every tiny twitch dragged over veins he had never felt from the inside.

Soft and tight and juicier than any hand or mouth or fantasy, and it kept working him even while she stayed still, like her body had decided he belonged there and was trying to keep him. Bro, porn had lied; nothing had prepared him for how good a real cunt felt when it hugged a dick and refused to let go.

Camilla looked back over her shoulder and saw the awestruck idiot behind her with his mouth open, hands locked on her waist like he might fall out of the world, and pride cut through her face; it had all paid off — the wait, the window, the table, all of it.

She rolled her ass, her globes moving on him while her waist turned in a slow circle and her pussy twisted around the part of him she had, a moan leaking out of her because he was so deep the roll dragged his head across the end of her.

From behind the stretch showed as a pale juicing ring hugging girth too thick for comfort, cream already gathered there at the edges, and from her look-back the same stretch wrecked her proud mouth when she saw how little of him she had actually taken, and she watched it happen while he watched her watch it.

The next motion of her thrust and roll yanked him back into his body.

He held by her waist and together they pulled off him, her tight ring slid down his shaft with her juice dragging, his dick came out thick and shining until only the head stayed in her entrance and her fat petals kissed the crown.

A string stretched from her hole to his head and sagged.

"Fuck— Damon— fuck me—"

Her hole stayed a little open, darker and sloppier, and juice ran out of her and down her thigh in a thick line while the pull of a real pussy almost folded him. His head popped free with a catch of juice and her hole winked, leaking a slow pour onto the sheet between her knees.

She looked back and smiled, and he knew the smile —

’Oh, you seductress’ — Damon thought before he slammed back into her pussy, hard and deep and as far as she could take, and her cry went loud while he held there and shoved his hips like he could find another inch that was not there, and she swore into the sheets about how deep he was.

"It’s— you’re punching it— don’t you dare pull all the way out—"

They pulled back and thrust again and again, his dickhead popped at her entrance and punched to the end of her while her juice slapped up his shaft and her ring gripped and lost him and gripped again, a wet squelch when he left her, a catch when his head popped free, a heavy slap when her ass met the inches he could not bury.

He slapped her ass mid-thrust and the globe jumped around the leftover inches while she yelped and clenched, and the clench almost took his knees out. He slapped the other side and left a print and fucked the sound into her, then slapped lower on the undercrease until her cheek rolled and cream flicked off his shaft onto her ass.

"Ah—! Mmm—ahh—yes—"