by Casey Morgan
Mason kissed my neck and I leaned into him. His lips drew tingles to my skin. It was like a series of delightful shivers that shot all the way through my body and ended up warming my pussy.
My panties were damp already. I needed him and soon, but I also needed to tell him how inexperienced I was.
I pulled back a bit and looked at him in the face.
“I need to tell you something, but I want to do something first.”
His eyebrows went up in confusion and his mouth opened a little.
I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Topless, with my breasts trapped in their bra, my ample cleavage was visible. Mason’s eyes drank in the sight. I felt him get even harder.
Resolved that this was the best way to get what I wanted, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. It came free and my heavy breasts dropped. They shook and jiggled a bit. Mason was panting with the sight. His hands inched towards my flesh.
I took a breath and let him know my truth, “Mason, I’m a virgin.”
My admission had the reaction I expected. He stopped in his tracks. His face was still sick with desire, but his mind held his hands back.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
His tone of voice sounded very confused. He frowned but his eyes were still glued to the sight of my breasts.
“No, I want you to take me. Now,” I explained. “Please don’t deny me this. I am determined.”
“If you are sure…”
He leaned in and kissed me again.
Mason’s whole body shook. Lust had him wound tighter than a spring. He didn’t say how honored he was for such a gift and I was fine with that. It was enough to know that he wanted me so bad. As badly as I wanted him.
His bare hands slid around my breasts, warm and firm. His skin was rough from the way he lived, but I didn’t care. It made him seem even more manly.
He squeezed and pulled. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed them both. Then his thumbs started to massage my nipples. They were hard and got harder under his touch.
They were so sensitive that they almost burned. He licked one and the sensation of his wet tongue sent shivers throughout my core.
I moaned and threw my head back.
Mason gripped my breasts tighter and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was a mix of wet and warm, like nothing I had felt before. It felt wonderful as the insides of his cheeks pulled and caressed my sensitive bud.
It made me feel good all over. Like my nipples were directly connected to my pussy, which clenched and ached to be penetrated.
I brought my hands down from his hair and pawed at my skirt. I needed it gone. My fingers working on feeling alone, I found the button and popped it. The zipper slid down under my hands, and I pushed at the waist.
Mason never moved away from sucking my tits. I shimmied my hips and pushed the fabric to the floor. Just my white panties covered me now.
Next, I unbuttoned his jeans. The zipper was harder to pull; they were tight with his cock trapped beneath the fabric. When I got it loose, the fabric of his boxers—and the bulge beneath—pressed into my hand.
My breath caught. The dick hidden under that little layer of cotton was bigger than I was expecting. Tentatively, I reached out again and ran my hand along it. It was soft and rock hard at the same time, in a way I had never felt before.
The length was longer than my stretched-out hand. Much longer.
Mason took his hands from my breasts and pulled his jeans down fully. He leaned down to get the fabric off his feet and pulled his boxers down, too.
He was nude when he stood up. It was before me. Ten full inches of cock, thicker than a jar of jam.
Oh my God!
How in the hell was that going to fit inside me?
It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.
My panties were wet, and my mouth watered.
He watched my eyes take in the sight of him, and gently placed his hand on the monster in front of him. He stroked it a bit, pulling the skin back from the head, aiming it right at me.
My hips bucked towards him in response. I eyed all of his body greedily. Part of me wanted to cross my legs and clamp them shut—but not all of me, only the part of me that had been raised and trained to be good. The lusty part of my brain pulled my legs wide.
I pushed myself forward till my butt was at the very edge of the counter. My thumbs wove through the hem of my white panties. I pulled them down off my legs and threw them to the floor.
Spread wide, I showed Mason all of me. I showed him that I was ready, and I was.
He smiled and pumped his cock with his hand. He liked the sight of my pussy, I could tell. I kept my legs wide as he stepped between them. With one hand on his cock, he traced the other over one of my breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Just relax, Honey,” he told me. “This will hurt a bit but if you just keep calm, it was start to feel wonderful.”
He brought his hand down, sliding from my breast to my thighs and then tracing a finger through my folds. He tested my wetness and slipped one finger inside my pussy. My virgin pussy twitched around him. The movement of his single finger was enough to make me moan. Having a man touch me gently was more than I had ever known.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Every part of you is perfect.”
He slid his finger out of me, and I almost cried at the empty feeling it left behind. Bringing it to his lips, he licked it, tasting my juices.
“Mmmhmm,” he moaned. “You’re sweet, too. If I wasn’t so ready to get my dick inside you, I would eat you right up.”
My skin prickled with his words. I never had anyone eat my pussy, either. I wanted that too, but first I wanted cock.
“Take me now,” I moaned, leaning back with my hands on the counter and thrusting my hips at him. “I need you.”
Mason pushed his cock forward and guided it up and down along my slit. When it was covered in my juices, he put it right at my entrance and took a deep breath.
“Celeste.”
I looked up into his loving eyes.
“I want you to tell me if I am going too fast. Promise me.”
I nodded.
The fat, rounded tip of his cock pushed into me. It spread my pussy walls apart and there was a slight sting as it ripped my hymen. But the sting was quickly replaced with waves of pleasure as Mason pushed in deeper.
Inch after inch of his cock disappeared into me. I watched, hot with desire and fascination. My pussy stretched to accommodate his girth, a feeling that brought its own kind of pleasure. With Mason’s cock inside me, I felt full—full in an entirely new way.
He stopped about halfway in and started to pull out. It was tantalizingly slow. My pussy walls and lower lips argued; they gripped at him and begged him to come back, but the friction of his movement was wonderful. Every nerve inside me hummed.
He pushed in again, this time moving a bit deeper, and then pulled back out. My juices followed, lubing us both. We were wet, and warm, and joined together in the very best way possible.
“I’m going in all the way this time,” he cautioned, and I nodded my approval. I was ready to feel his full length.
He pushed in, deeper and deeper, sliding his thick cock into me until his balls hit up against my ass cheeks. I took him all, gripped him inside me.
I felt the pressure of him stretching my walls and bumping against my cervix. I moved my hips just slightly, which caused his dick to shift from side to side.
“Oh God,” he grunted. “You are so tight.”
I leaned forward and put my arms around his shoulders, pulling his chest against mine.
“I love the feel of you inside me,” I told him. “You’re so big.”
Mason cupped his hands under my butt. He jiggled his hips and started to slide in and out of me faster. I held onto his shoulders, my whole body bumping with his.
His cock pulled and pushed at my pussy walls, causing them to ache and tighten. My le
gs cramped around his waist, each muscle becoming tense with pleasure.
He buried his face in my chest, licked and sucked at my breasts until he caught a nipple. The force and wetness of his mouth clamped on my nipple sent me over the edge.
The tension in my body crested like a wave and then released with a cluster of tingles. My head swam, light-headed and dizzy. I came; my pussy clamping and pulsing around Mason’s long cock.
“Oh God,” he grunted, as my slit milked him.
His hips slammed into mine. I felt his cock swell, pushing my pussy walls further and then he came.
Suddenly, my womb was warmer and wetter as his cock spurted his seed into me. He kept thrusting, pushing it deep inside me and came more. I could feel the blasts of his cock. I could feel the cum hit my walls and coat them. It was all wonderful.
I grunted and panted, still bouncing on his straining cock. Grabbing at his broad shoulders, I wouldn’t let him pull out. I pushed his hips against mine, keeping him buried within, keeping his cum inside me, and pushing myself to another orgasm.
“Yes!” I squealed as I came again.
Mason, dizzy with aftershocks, leaned forward on top of me. My back pushed into the counter and we stayed like that—in a jumbled mess of limbs and love. He stayed nestled inside me for as long as he could.
When he finally stepped back and left me empty, I was sad. Part of me was satiated, but not all. I wanted to do it again.
I had been wanting to lose my virginity for a long time. Sex was wonderful and I wasn’t done with it.
Mason gave me a sleepy smile. He leaned against the island and rested. I hopped off the counter and caught myself when my legs were a bit like jelly. Once I was stable, I grabbed Mason’s big hand and pulled him towards the front of the store.
“Let’s re-inflate that air mattress before you fall asleep,” I told him.
He nodded.
I pulled the tired boy along with me, but I had no intention of letting him sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Mason
My arm was on the cold floor, but I couldn’t move it. Celeste’s head was pillowed on it. Her eyes were shut tightly, and I could hear her breath flowing gently in and out of her slightly parted mouth.
She was angelic in her sleep. Her round face looked so peaceful and serene. Her soft eyelids moved a tad as she dreamt, and her lips puckered just a bit.
She was too cute, and I couldn’t resist. Leaning forward, I pulled her to me and put my lips to hers. My kiss roused her, and she woke with a little twitch. The most beautiful eyes met mine and she gave me a sleepy smile.
She pulled back and stretched her slender arms towards the ceiling.
“What time is it?” she asked.
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Four-thirty.”
“Mmm,” she moaned as she stretched further. “I need to get upstairs and take a shower.”
Not ready to be free of her, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back down to the slowly deflating air mattress. She giggled a bit as her back hit the floor.
“Mason, I need to shower,” she argued. “This floor is so dusty.”
I pulled myself up on my arms and put my body to hers, showing her why she shouldn’t leave yet. My morning wood pushed into her stomach.
Celeste’s eyes went wide and hot, as desire laced through them. Her pouty lips formed a little O and then stretched into a smile.
At some point last night, she had gotten re-dressed, pulling on my t-shirt and her panties. I didn’t mind her modesty as we slept, but now it all had to go. The sun was starting to poke into the windows, and I wanted to see her bare skin in the light of the new dawn.
Her legs parted under me. I rubbed the head of my hard cock between her legs and into the cotton of her panties. She groaned and let her arms fall over her head.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
Her eyes shut a little as she lost herself to the sensation.
Balancing on one hand, I pulled the t-shirt up and off her. The cool air kissed her ivory skin, causing goosebumps. It was adorable.
Her ample breasts swayed a bit as I humped her, her nipples hard and pointy. I needed my hands free.
“Pull off your panties and put your legs around my hips,” I whispered, as I got to my knees.
Celeste did as she was told, wiggling her legs out of her panties and then wrapping them around me. Her lower lips grazed my dickhead—wet and ready.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. My cock parted her and slipped inside, into the hot, wet confines of her pussy. She was just as tight as the night before, when I had taken her virginity.
I pushed forward, threading inch by inch of my length into her and feeling her pussy walls flex to hold me. She held me perfectly, like a glove—so soft and warm.
Buried deep and satisfied, I leaned forward and played with her breasts. They jiggled under my touch, both firm and soft. I grabbed them, squeezed them and massaged them until Celeste started moaning. She kept it quiet, as to not wake her parents.
Taking handfuls of as much of her breasts as I could, I started fucking her. Her legs gripped my hips tightly, pulling me into her—all the way to my balls, which were getting heavy with seed.
I pushed into and brushed past her cervix, feeling her completely. With each thrust of my cock, my mate got wetter. Each pull and bit of friction made her hotter. Every inch of her was giving me pleasure. It was a feeling I never wanted to give up.
Pushing my cock into her harder, I slammed my hips into hers. Her legs gripped me tight, holding my waist like a vice; her back arched up off the floor.
I moved within her faster. My needs becoming violent. My balls pulled up to my body and my whole shaft quivered as it filled with cum.
“Oh Mason,” she panted. “I can’t… I can’t hold back!”
Her ab muscles contracted tight, and then everything in her released. Her breath exhaled sharply as her orgasm hit.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
Her pussy clamped me tight. It fought my thrusts, pulling at my cock and letting go sharply. The feeling sent me over the edge. I came, squeezing her breasts as hard as I could.
As I slammed my pelvis into hers hard, my cum shot out of my dick and coated her insides. I soaked her pussy walls, rubbing it in with my still thrusting cock.
My dick throbbed with every spurt of cum; it ached in the best way, causing vibrations to run through my whole body. I held still—my cock buried deep inside her—until it stopped.
Spent and happy, I slid out of my love and sat back on my knees. Celeste lay on the air mattress before me, her ivory skin bathed in sunlight and slightly blushed from her orgasm. She looked at me with lowered eyes and put a hand to her lips to cover her smile.
She was perfect in every way.
My cock twitched again and threatened to harden. I had just had her, and already I wanted her again. But time was ticking away and today wasn’t a day for leisure.
“Go on!” I gave her a little slap on the hip. “Get your shower and let me compose myself.”
She giggled and turned over on her knees, ass in the air. It was so round and inviting, and so hard not to reach for. I gave her a good spank and pushed her towards the stairs. Celeste pulled herself up to standing. She pulled on my shirt again but left off the panties.
Knowing that she wasn’t wearing any was driving me wild. By the time she disappeared out of view, up the stairs, I was rock hard again.
I looked down at my straining cock and sighed.
How was I ever going to get through the day?
I stood and stretched nude in the morning sunlight, ignoring my penis and willing it to calm itself.
A flash of movement caught my eye. Quick as lightening, I turned to the front windows. A tall, ugly man was staring in at me through the glass. His chin was large and thrusted out from his narrow lips.
A hawk-like nose took over his long face, making his black eyes seem tiny. H
e gave me a lopsided smile.
Annoyed at the intrusion of my morning and slightly worried that a customer had showed up early, I grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them on. The man watched my every movement.
I moved to the window and pointed to the sign that said the bakery opened at six a.m., which was still more than an hour away. He shook his head and motioned for me to come outside. His hands were long and narrow, and he didn’t wear gloves in the cold morning air.
I pulled on a t-shirt and stuffed my feet in my sneakers—but left them untied. Whatever this was, I wanted it over quick.
Maybe this bloke was a member of the Southland gang and he just needed a quick lesson. I popped my knuckles and rolled my head on my shoulders, loosening up my muscles just in case he wanted a fight.
Satisfied that I was ready, I pushed through the door and felt the cold morning air on my face. The stranger moved from the window and stood in the middle of the street.
“We don’t open till six,” I started to say.
“We?” he asked, interrupting me. “Since when are you part of the Crescent Moon Bakery?”
He crossed his lean arms in front of his chest and leaned on one hip.
I looked him up and down. We were of similar heights, but I had a good forty to sixty pounds of muscle to him. He would be nothing to me. Just a cocky human.
I scratched my chin, feeling my morning stubble and thinking I needed to get back in there to shave.
“Look mister, I’m the security for the Crescent Moon,” I told him. “I ran off your friends yesterday. Southland Gang isn’t welcome here anymore and we won’t be paying any more money. So just move along.”
He snorted a laugh.
“Southland goes were I tell them to go and this whole block is mine. They will be back if I tell them to come back. Old Man Blenko and I have a deal. Crescent Moon is mine.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Bullshit.”
I pulled my focus onto my alpha powers and willed my eyes to glow.
“Leave now!”
My voice, deep and resonant, filled the street. It echoed off the buildings.
