Their Secret: An MMF Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  But right now, that dude was me, so I grabbed thick thighs with both hands, power lifting that ass until her pussy was at mouth level. God, the kitten smelled as good as fuck. She screamed from the sudden change in altitude and then immediately stuffed a fist in her mouth, muffling herself.

  To reward her, I covered her clit with my mouth and sucked. Yeah. I slurped her pussy, licked the throbbing nub and hummed into it, giving her the good vibe. The female’s hips moved, grinding her pussy into my face, back arching spastically.

  And then she looked down at me, her mouth full of her fist, amazement all over her face like I was opening up the door to the fucking treasury and giving her all the diamonds and gold inside. In response, I sucked her clit harder, tonguing the entrance to her pussy, and the chickadee’s eyes rolled back in her head, muffled moans escaping.

  God! I loved this feeling. It was absolutely fucking unreal, teaching a young chick used to college guys what real men are about. Real men who know female bodies, who know exactly how to make a woman purr and hum before exploding with ecstasy.

  Fingernails raked the back of my neck and I got the feeling Sara wasn't the only one who would have marks all over her from tonight. I rolled my tongue against her clit and she trembled again, crying out despite the fist she had stuffed in her mouth. Her body was shaking like an earthquake, and suddenly, I realized the girl was coming. Aww, shit. Oh fuck yeah, fuck.

  “Wait for it, little girl,” I rasped. “Wait for it, Daddy’s here.”

  I dropped her back to her feet and spun that curvy body around, shoving Sara to face the wall. She gasped when I yanked up her skirt and tore away the rest of her panties. The sound of our breathing was loud in the alley. Desperate to get at her, I positioned her ass up and out so I could get a good look of her dripping hole. Aw, shit it was so gorgeous, the back view was every bit as good as the front. Unable to resist, I touched it, stroking through those puffy folds, letting the nectar seep over my hand.

  “Fuck baby girl,” I ground out. “Fuck you’re a fucking faucet.”

  She mewled helplessly, wiggling that ass against my hand, even humping her hips up and down a bit.

  “I can’t help it,” Sara whimpered. “It’s you, Daddy, you do this to me.”

  And I couldn’t resist anymore. The girl was just too tempting, bent over for me, leaning against the wall, watching over a shoulder as I lined my dick up with that sweet slit.

  And then I did it. I pushed, breaching that puffy, swollen flesh and she screamed, a high-pitched sound that rang in my ears, cunt reflexively clamping down on my fuckrod. But something had prevented my cock from going deep, and belatedly, I realized what that meant.

  Oh shit. A virgin? No fucking way. What century is this? There aren’t any virgins anymore, at least not ones as ripe and juicy as Sara.

  But the female whimpered then, pulling away from me slightly, that sweet flesh so tender. I knew when a chick was enjoying herself and when she wasn't, and Sara was in genuine pain.

  She looked over her shoulder at me, tears shining in her eyes.

  “Please don't stop,” she whispered. “Please Mason, don’t stop.”

  But I drew back, keeping my hands steady on her hips and cursed myself for not seeing the signs sooner. With a grunt, I pulled back even further, ready to pull all the way out and send this virgin home to her mama, but Sara’s words stopped me.

  “Please,” she panted again. “I want this.” Her voice trembled. “I want you. Just please. M... Make love to me.”

  Make love?

  What the fuck was that about? I fuck, I don’t make love, girls get dick from me and that’s it.

  But even with the romantic shit she was spouting, my hard shaft wanted it. It was still ramrod straight and ready to fuck.

  Sara sank her fingernails into my arm and I hissed from the pain, distracted just enough for her to push back on me and swallow another inch or two of my dick. I felt her flinch again, her body unused to the penetration.

  But unfortunately, the tight squeeze was just too much for me because lust for this sweet female coursed through my balls. My dick felt like a live explosive, the fat wet tip nestled in the wet folds of her pussy, eager to push through and fuck into the hot cavern of her cunt. Her panting breaths, part pain and part desire, confused the fuck out of me. Because a sweet girl shouldn't lose her cherry in a back alley to some horny asshole who wouldn't think twice about her after the last of his cum dribbled from his dick. The innocent virgin didn’t deserve this.

  But tell that to Sara, because she turned pleading eyes to me, breasts swaying below that narrow torso, pink cunt still halfway swallowing my dick.

  “Mason, please,” she begged again, thick ass pushing into me and making me groan. Shit, her cunt was just so fucking tight, it was unbelievable. “Please,” she whispered again, lips parted and wet, lashes low over eyes dark with lust.

  A movement grabbed my attention, and I almost fucking burst then. Because it was Sara rubbing her tits, tugging at her nipple to keep her excitement going. Aww, fuck. I wasn't sure if it was to rev me up or to get herself going again, but suddenly, it didn't matter. Virgins had to lose their cherries sometime, right? Might as well be me, I had the cock to pleasure them, the skills to make them scream.

  So gripping my dick with one hand, I steadied that curvy frame with the other, and pulled out all the way, rubbing the tip of my rod through her wetness, coating it with her juices.

  “All right, baby,” I ground out, slipping a hand around her waist to stroke through her cunt. She screamed as I grazed that clit, pinching it hard and making her gasp.

  And then I dragged her hips back further from the wall until she was bent over all the way, back parallel to the ground. She was still wet as fuck and I rubbed my dick through the folds of her pussy, back and forth, sliding through her juices to the same rhythm as my strokes on her clit.

  She gasped my name, pleading with me to touch her more.

  “Mason, Mason, oh god … unnnh.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut, that clit standing up at attention once more, two inches wide and hard as fuck. I pinched it again, squeezing tight, and the girl let out another throaty moan.

  “Ohhh, Mason god yes,” she panted, head dropping between her shoulders, curly brown hair shielding her face.

  This time, I gave her a good rub down, circular and thorough. Sara panted and shuddered, hips grinding back against me, and more of her muffled cries drenched the alley in the sounds of female lust.

  Fuck yeah.

  “That's right, baby. I'll make it real good for you.” There was no way a chick was going to get off this dick unsatisfied. No fucking way.

  This time, I pushed into her hard and fast, and she cried out, definitely in pain this time, but I kept rubbing her clit, stroking until the pained sounds became all pleasure, keeping up the rhythm as I pushed my dick into her in long and hard strokes.

  Fuck, the female was tight. And hot, and wet, squeezing my dick so good that I heard myself groan. It wasn’t long before Sara, caught up in pleasure, started pushing back against me, a little clumsy but still hot. My entire body tingled, the alpha in me roaring with possession, ready to shoot stat. But I wanted to make it good for Sara, to make it last her first time.

  The sweetness of her pussy was already addictive, its wetness gripping me tight enough to yank grunts and groans deep out of my chest.

  “Fuck, baby,” I rasped, breathing like an asthmatic as I pushed into her, simultaneously rubbing her clit and going deeper with each stroke. Her pussy tightened even more and I felt my own orgasm barreling down the tracks.

  “Are you gonna cum, baby?” I ground into her ear, balls so high and tight, whole body like a volcano about to spill the fuck over.

  And Sara responded, a female in heat, breathing the words.

  “Yes, Mason! Yes, yes, yes!”

  She chanted my name over and over again and the sound drove me over the edge, pushing me into fucking oblivion.

 
Because with a roar, I jizzed then, dick jerking and splashing, spraying her internal channel with hot male spunk. Aww shit, there was so much of it and it just kept going, drenching my little slut in hot male seed.

  And through the rush, there was the tightening rhythm of her pussy on my dick as she came for me, jerking and spasming, milking me hotly even as I continued to spray into that hot channel.

  “Unnh!” I grunted, reaming her from behind, almost bouncing off that lush ass. “Unnh, fuuuuck!”

  Her answering mewl only pushed me higher.

  “Yes, Mason, yessss!” she cried out, that pussy spasming so hard around my cock I thought my dick would break off. The girl was like a pig on a stick, completely impaled from behind as I tore into her with giant spurts of cum.

  “Unnh!” I roared again, this time biting into a lush shoulder, balls deep, completely buried in that wet, hot twat. And oh shit, but it was good. It was so fucking good, that sweet pussy milking me, draining me of every last precious drop of semen.

  When I could, I staggered upright, pulling my hand from her snatch. Aw fuck, it was covered in her juicy goodness, like it’d been dipped in superglue. Panting, Sara turned around and dropped back against the wall, the neckline of her dress gaping below her naked tits, her mouth red from my kisses, beard burn all the way down her neck and on her chest.

  Because there’s only one way to describe it. The female looked freshly fucked, her pussy slightly red and inflamed, dripping with my semen, a rivulet running down one creamy thigh. And oh fuck, but it looked right. This woman belonged to me, she had my spunk inside, just like I had her cream all over my dick.

  Usually, the show’s over just about now. Usually, I laugh and pack ‘em up, sending them on their way with a pussy full of cum. But with Sara, it was different. I wanted to help her get herself together, to pull her dress up and cover her tits. An unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness reared up in me, weird as hell. Because I didn't want anybody else to see her, so I growled low in my throat.

  Cut this shit out, dickwad, I told myself. This is not the time, the place, or the girl.

  Yanking my pants back up to my thighs, I covered that hot man meat and zipped up. But instead of getting her shit together, Sara was still leaning against the wall, watching me with a dazed look in her eyes, unable to move, like she’d just been hit by a Mack truck. Clearly, this girl wasn’t into giving guys quickies in disgusting back alleys.

  So I sprang into motion.

  “Turn around,” I said roughly. “Get up.”

  My words were nasty, but my movements soft. Because with uncharacteristically gentle hands, I helped the female get it together. Squeezing those boobs, I pushed them back into her neckline, getting one more feel of luscious flesh. I took her ripped-up panties and patted between her legs with the cloth, the fabric soaking up the mess of male sperm dripping from her slit. Oh yeah, that was my semen mixed with her pussy juice, and fuck, but it smelled good.

  And once she was together enough to be seen in public, I jerked my chin toward the door.

  “You should get back in there. Your friends are probably wondering where you are.”

  Or at least wondering what was taking her so long. I’d had other fucks in this same alley, and they'd probably taken half the time.

  But when Sara finally turned to go back into the bar, a clear question on her face, I mentally shook my head. It’s important to let virgins down easy.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow night,” came my rough voice.

  What the hell? What the fuck was going on? I’d meant to say something like, “See you around,” or “Nice fuck, kid,” but instead I’d asked her out on a date? Shit, I was up shit creek.

  But when Sara smiled, it was all worth it. Because those brown eyes shone, her plush lips curving into sweetness all for me, and hell, but a warm feeling rushed up in my chest.

  “Okay Mason,” the girl murmured. “Sounds good.”

  And with that, the curvy female form disappeared back into the bar, the throng of bodies swallowing her up.

  I stood in the alley, a stunned man, fists opening and closing, clenching on air. Because what the fuck had just happened? I’d just fucked a virgin, felt that fresh pussy come hard on my dick, leaving a tiny trail of red no less. But that was no excuse. I’m Mason Jones, asshole extraordinaire, and virgin or no, I use women. I use their bodies once, and then it’s the no-fly zone, bye-bye from the SEAL.

  But like a fucking teenage boy, I’d just asked Sara out. I’d just violated every rule I set for myself, every fucking thing that was supposed to protect me … and her. Because I’m a Navy SEAL, and life ain’t easy for military men. We fight wars, we’re deployed to hot zones, no-shit areas where there are no heroes, no rules, and no back-ups. Because we’re the only option, SEALs are the special ops who roll in, owning those fuckers every which way.

  But the train had already started rolling, and I wasn’t switching gears. The words were already out of my mouth, my semen boiling in her body. And I just wanted more. I wanted to feel that cunt pulse around me once more, I wanted to squeeze those breasts, stroke her clit, and feel Sara moan into my mouth. I wanted to hear her cry out “Mason” again and again, my name a breathy prayer.

  Oh yeah, there was no way I was going back now. In for a penny, in for a pound, and Sara was getting a dose of the SEAL, the hard way, tight and thorough … whether she wanted it or not.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Sara

  Oh god, oh god.

  The taxi skimmed over the road as it took me farther and farther from the bar where it’d happened.

  Oh my god.

  Between my legs, I was both sore and damp, tender skin still sizzling a bit, aching with the memory of him. I had nothing on under my dress because he’d torn away my panties completely, those things were rags now, discarded somewhere. That’s right, a man had torn away my panties. To have sex with me. Me. Sara McLain. In a dirty alley. Behind a bar. Practically in public.

  I shivered and hugged myself, thoughts whirling. I should have felt ashamed, because isn’t this what hookers do? They get it on with guys in dark spaces, creaming and flooding, letting strange men touch anywhere.

  But the thing is, I didn’t feel ashamed. Not at all. Not yet, at least, not when it still felt so good. My nipples were sore from when he sucked on them and I could already feel the ache from the love bites on my neck and chest. I wanted Mason to do it all to me again.

  And again.

  And again.

  I smiled until I caught a glimpse of my crazy Joker’s grin in the rear view mirror.

  Chill, Sara, get yourself together. So you lost your virginity, so what? It happens to everyone.

  But I couldn’t relax, I couldn’t get rid of the buzz of excitement. How was that possible, when everything with Mason had been so amazing? Like any girl, I'd imagined what my first time having sex would be like. And nowhere in my wildest imagination did I think it would happen with me standing in an alley with my butt hanging out for anybody to see. But nobody had seen.

  Even with the smell of pee and old beer and other things I couldn’t name in the alley, I wouldn’t have traded what happened tonight for anything else in the world. He’d been amazing, so big, so possessive, knowing hands sliding over my curves like I belonged to him. Oh god, Mason knew women alright, and I sighed at the memory.

  Suddenly, the car jolted to a quick stop and I slid forwards, bracing my arm against the seat in front of me. The unexpected motion rubbed me down there, sending ripples of pleasure and pain through my nether regions.

  Because Mason had been rough. Especially after I told him I wanted it, he didn’t hold back.

  Oh my god.

  Oh my god.

  That had been me, boring Sara McLain, crying out with ecstasy, letting a strange man take me every which way.

  I’d let a ripped alpha pummel my insides, giving it to me good, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, not this slow burn in my pussy, the loving ache.


  Suddenly, words interrupted my reverie.

  “This is it.”

  I looked up in surprise when the taxi driver spoke. We were at my dorm already, the car idling in the parking lot.

  “Oh!” I fumbled for the amount of the fare and shoved it at him through the glass partition. “Thank you.” Then I climbed out, smoothing a hand down my butt. I felt so wet still. Had I been leaking on the seat? Was there any more blood?

  Before I left the bar, I'd cleaned up in the bathroom, wiping between my legs. There’d been redness then, just a tiny stain and I’d looked at the toilet paper with astonishment. Oh my god, my hymen was gone.

  But what startled me even more was the steady drip drip between my thighs. Because Mason had filled me so full that when I raised one leg experimentally, a huge gush of sperm came spilling out. Inhaling quickly, I’d stared down at myself, the white stream so virile, hot still and slightly gooey. Oh my god, this was all him, and I loved it.

  So pushing as much of that jizz back into my pussy, I’d cleaned myself hastily, beating feet. Making excuses to my friends, I’d rushed off, mumbling something about extra studying. Of course, not one of the girls believed me believed me because my hair was slightly messy, lips swollen and bee-stung, and most of all, big brown eyes sparkling yet dazed. Because yes, I’d just been with a man, a hot alpha male with a huge dick had just turned my world upside down, and I needed some time to feel again, imagining his hands on me once more.

  So when I got to my room, I was disappointed to see the light on under the door. Damn, my roomie was home. Not that I don’t love her, but Martine was supposed to spend the night with her boyfriend, leaving me on my own. Oh well, such is dorm life, there isn’t exactly a lot of privacy.

  “Hey,” I greeted, pushing open the door.

  Martine looked up from the book in her lap when I walked in. She took off her glasses, squinting at me. “Well, hello yourself. What’s going on with you?”

  “What?” My face felt crazy hot but I wasn't about to tell her anything. You can’t tell when a girl’s lost her virginity, right? It’s impossible to tell, and I tried to keep my expression smooth.