Reach down and grab his hair, pulling him harder against my pussy.

Marco's House (First House), Breedmore Lane, at 8:32 PM on Friday October 31, 2024.

My fingers find his hair — thick, coarse, almost bristly — and I grab fistfuls of it, pulling his face harder against my soaked cunt. The gesture is so unlike me, so desperate and shameless, that some distant part of my brain reels in shock. But the rest of me doesn't care. The rest of me is drowning in sensation and I need more.

Marco makes a sound against my pussy — a deep, guttural rumble that vibrates through my clit and makes my toes curl inside my little devil boots. His hands grip my thighs harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and his tongue responds to my pulling by going deeper. It pushes past my entrance, stretching me open, the muscle impossibly long and thick as it writhes inside my virgin channel.

"Fuck — oh god, oh god —" I'm babbling, my hips rolling against his mouth without any conscious control. My pussy is clenching rhythmically around his tongue, my juices flowing freely, coating his chin and jaw. I can hear it — the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working between my legs, slurping and sucking, like he's drinking from me.

"That's my good girl," Marco growls against my flesh, and the words send a fresh flood of wetness gushing from my hole. His tongue withdraws and then his lips seal around my clit, sucking it into his hot mouth while two thick fingers press against my entrance. They don't push inside — just circle, tease, coating themselves in my slick. "Pulling my hair like you own me. You like having my mouth on your virgin pussy, don't you Bambi?"

"Yes," I gasp, my voice high and broken. "Yes, yes, don't stop —"

His fingers push inside me.

Just one — his index finger, thick and calloused — sliding past the tight ring of my entrance and into the slick, clenching heat of my virgin channel. The stretch makes me cry out, my walls gripping him so hard he groans. He pushes deeper, slowly, until his knuckle presses against my opening and I can feel him curling upward, finding a spot inside me that makes my vision go white.

"So fucking tight," he rasps, pumping his finger in and out in slow strokes while his mouth works my clit. "Your little cunt is squeezing my finger like it's trying to milk it. You're going to feel incredible around my cock, sweetheart."

His words hit me like a physical blow. His cock. I can see it now — the outline straining against his pants, impossibly thick, the head pressing against the fabric near his hip. It looks huge. Bigger than anything I've imagined.

His finger curls again and his tongue flicks my clit simultaneously and the dam breaks.

My first orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. My back arches violently off the couch, my thighs slam shut around his head, and I scream — a raw, animal sound ripped from somewhere deep in my chest. My pussy spasms around his finger in rhythmic clenches, gushing wetness that he laps up greedily, his mouth sealed over my spasming hole. Wave after wave rolls through me, each one making my walls clench and release, clench and release, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it," Marco murmurs against my quivering flesh, working me through it with gentle strokes of his tongue. "Give me all of it. Every drop of this sweet virgin cum."

I'm still trembling, still clenching around his finger, when I feel something shift. His hair under my grip is thicker now — coarser, almost like fur. His finger inside me seems to be growing, stretching me wider. And when I force my eyes open, gasping for breath, I see his forearms — dark hair is sprouting across them, his hands larger, his fingers thicker inside my still-spasming pussy.

Marco lifts his head from between my legs. His face has changed — sharper, more angular, his amber eyes glowing like lanterns in the dim candlelight. His canines have elongated into fangs. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving beneath his shirt, and I can see the buttons straining.

"Bambi," he says, and his voice is deeper now, rougher, almost a growl. "I need to be inside you. Now."