Liberation, Part 2
Like I gave a shit.
The innkeeper's wife brought the breakfast tray right in front of us, but I didn't care. I grabbed Irene by the hair and kept pounding her from behind.
The landlady wore a look of sheer panic.
"O-oh, I see! I'll leave you to it, then!"
She hurriedly set the tray down inside the room and bolted.
"M-Maurice... not in front of people..."
Leaving the breakfast tray where it was, I kept thrusting into Irene from behind.
I didn't even bother moving away; I just kept pounding her while she held onto the door. Even the time it would take to move to the bed felt like a waste.
Right now, I had to satisfy Irene, and I had to satisfy the desires I'd been holding back for so long.
"Ah... ahhh..."
Because I'd been pounding her all through the night, Irene's groans lacked strength.
But her pussy, soaking wet and constantly tempting my cock, was a different story. Her insides kept squeezing me tight.
I didn't know if she was using all her strength to keep my cock from slipping out, but her grip was just as powerful now as it had been last night.
"Maurice... I'm tired... Can't we, can't we eat breakfast first...?"
Honestly, I was hungry too. But my lust was hungrier. It felt like if I pulled out now, I wouldn't be able to stop.
Even though I'd already came several times without pulling out, I wanted to keep shooting. Still, refusing my childhood friend's request would be too cruel, and I didn't want to see my partner collapse from exhaustion.
"Fine."
I pulled my cock out.
"But in exchange..."
I shot my cum right into Irene's food bowl. The cum topping landed on the delicious-looking lamb skewer stew, sending up a lewd scent that tickled the nose.
Irene stared blankly at it for a moment. Then, she picked up the bowl and spoon.
"...Nom."
She ate it without the slightest resistance. She chewed it this way and that to taste it, then swallowed it down.
"How is it? The taste of the stew topped with the cum I've been pumping into your pussy all night?"
I picked up my own bowl and started eating too.
Irene remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head as if embarrassed.
"It was... delicious."
She confessed with some difficulty.
"With your cum on top of the lamb, it strangely tasted sweet and had a savory aroma... I liked it even more."
A satisfying answer.
She kept scooping up spoonfuls. She must have been incredibly hungry.
Just thinking about her eating my cum along with her food made me get hard again. Despite pounding her all night, my desire remained unquenched, burning endlessly like a hot coal.
"You're... hard again?"
Seeing my erection, Irene set down her spoon and bowl. Then, without any hesitation, she slid my cock right into her mouth.
And she sucked it.
"Ngh... Irene... we're eating..."
Irene pulled her mouth away for a second.
"Give me your cum for dessert... I want to taste more of it."
Irene resumed the blowjob. Whether she really wanted dessert or just treated my cock like a piece of candy, she sucked and slurped, swirling her tongue around as if it tasted sweet.
"Ugh... Irene...!"
I wanted to hold her head down and ejaculate, but for some reason, it felt like I shouldn't. I felt like I should just let Irene suck it however she wanted, and let her take my cum on her own terms.
Because right now, it was Irene's snack time.
Irene sucked diligently. Beyond her body, I could see her pussy dripping with cum, and she was even fingering herself down there as she sucked.
Though she claimed to be tired, Irene's lust hadn't been fully released either. Once we finished breakfast, we would have to keep clashing our desires against each other.
"Haah... Irene... I'm cumming...!"
Slurrrp.
The moment I said I was cumming, Irene used her tongue to stimulate my entire shaft. Pushed over the edge, I shot my load right into her mouth. She didn't flinch; instead, with a delighted expression that said she got exactly what she wanted, she held my ejaculate in her mouth and drank it down.
"Mmm... thanks for the treat."
Having swallowed every last drop, Irene let out a loud gulp. Then, she gave a silly grin.
"Hehe... breakfast was a special menu today. Cum-drenched stew, and a cum drink to wash it down..."
I wanted to pound her again. But since we hadn't finished breakfast yet, I decided to hold back for a bit.
After breakfast, we decided to lie down on the bed and rest until our food digested. Lust was one thing, but taking a moment to rest made us realize just how much stamina we had burned through.
If we didn't rest, we felt like we might actually die of exhaustion mid-coitus or pass out, so we took a break.
"We... did it all night, didn't we?"
Irene turned to face me and asked. I nodded.
"We really went crazy, just like the first time... No, did we do it even more than that?"
I turned to face Irene as well.
Irene was looking at me with a beautiful smile.
"Probably way more."
Even while lying down, we couldn't resist each other.
Our hands were already on each other's genitals, slowly stimulating them. We wanted to be ready at any moment, so we could slip into sex effortlessly.
Irene stroked the tip of my erect shaft where pre-cum slowly leaked, while I teased the opening between her plump thighs, which was already overflowing like a mountain spring.
"Mnh..."
We stimulated each other, letting out soft groans. Then, our eyes met. Knowing exactly what was next, we closed our eyes and pressed our lips together.
"Mmh... nnh..."
Once our lips touched, we lost ourselves. Sucking on each other's tongues, we began to stimulate each other's genitals even harder.
Irene grabbed my shaft and started jerking it up and down, while I slid my fingers inside her and began to pump.
"Hngh..."
Irene pulled her tongue away. Panting heavily, she gradually brought her lower body closer to mine.
Beneath the blankets, hidden from the world, we began to couple.
"Maurice..."
"Irene..."
As we drew closer, I grabbed Irene's hips. Irene positioned her rear over my shaft and slowly let her weight drop.
I guided her hips, and gradually...
"Ahaaaaah..."
...slid it all the way inside.
"Slowly... can we do it slowly? I want to feel it slowly this time..."
Irene nibbled on my earlobe as she whispered in a sweet voice. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I thrust my hips upward.
"Ah?!"
Now, I moved slowly, just as she asked. I raised my hips deliberately, slow enough to feel every fold of her tight vaginal walls.
"Ahhh..."
Listening to Irene's soft moans, I slowly sank back down. I took long, thick strokes. Stimulating every inch of her canal, I bumped the head of my cock against her cervix.
"It's so soft... I love it..."
Satisfied with the slow pace, Irene hugged me tight with an ecstatic smile. In response, I focused on slowly pulling out and pushing back in.
"Mnh!"
This round was about Irene's pleasure, not my release.
I focused on hitting the spots she liked. Pulling my hips back slightly, I searched for the spot that made her moan the loudest.
Was it here? The spot I found last time?
"Mnh...!"
No, not quite.
She seemed to like it, but her embrace didn't tighten.
If it had really hit the spot, she would have hugged me tight enough to leave marks.
Once again, I slowly pulled my cock out, feeling the texture of her walls.
Passing through the soft, ticklish folds, I thrust deep, aiming for another spot that came to mind.
"Ah! Right there, right there!"
This was it.
The spot she loved so much that she wrapped her legs around me to lock me in place.
I decided to keep targeting this spot.
Slowly, but firmly.
"Ahhh!"
I thrust deep and ground against it. Every time I rubbed against it, Irene threw her head back.
"Ohg... ahg..."
She let out strange, breathless whimpers of pleasure. Deciding to mix things up while grinding against her...
"Ngh?! Hngh! Ahhhhh!"
I began to pump my hips at a rapid pace.
I focused solely on the spot she loved, pounding and rubbing the tip of my cock against it.
All while holding her close.
"M-Maurice...! It feels, it feels so goooood...!"
Irene was loving it. Moaning about how good it felt, she showered me with affection. She demanded a kiss, pressing her lips against mine.
I obliged. I captured her mouth, kissing her and tangling our tongues. Meanwhile, my hips kept moving. Muffled moans leaked from her mouth, sweet whimpers of pleasure. It kept stimulating me, pushing me closer to the edge. It was coming up.
"Haah... haah... Irene... I'm going to cum..."
"Yes, shoot it inside me...! I-I'm going to come too... Hngh!"
As Irene climaxed, her pussy clamped down hard to keep the cum from leaking. My cock didn't miss the cue.
"Irene... I'm cumming...!"
Spurt! Splurt!
I ejaculated inside Irene's vagina once again. Her body twitched, her eyes rolling back as she drowned in the peak of pleasure.
After that, she couldn't get up. She seemed to have passed out. The non-stop sex had finally exhausted her.
"Haha... falling asleep while getting filled with cum... how slutty..."
Had I pushed myself too hard as well?
As soon as I finished ejaculating, my eyes closed before I could even pull out.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
"Mmh... nnh...?"
I woke up to the sudden sound of flesh slapping against flesh. As my blurry vision cleared, I looked toward the source of the noise.
"Haah... Maurice... Maurice..."
Irene was riding on top of me, riding my cock.
