Virginity for Virginity
That night.
The roadside inn where we had stopped for a short rest on our journey to the exile site.
At that moment I was on top of a completely naked Irene, and she was blushing with overwhelming embarrassment.
What the hell are we even doing?
She had suddenly asked if I wanted to take her virginity, and the moment we stepped inside the inn she had insisted we do it right away and started stripping off her clothes.
Until that very afternoon we had simply been ordinary childhood friends. I had never imagined our relationship would develop into something this physical.
Nor had I expected to give in to my own base instincts and accept her offer.
As I looked at Irene’s body glowing in the moonlight, I felt my cock steadily growing harder.
I also watched her face as she stared at it, cheeks burning, body twisting with shame.
“...You’ve got a surprisingly good figure.”
Irene’s body was magnificent.
It possessed the sensual curves of a goddess from legend itself, and almost on pure instinct I reached out and grabbed her breast.
I flicked the stiff nipple at its peak, teasing it.
Irene let out a soft moan.
“Mmm…”
She made a sweet sound of pleasure and turned her face aside.
Surprised by my childhood friend’s unexpected reaction, I grew even more eager to stimulate her.
I took one nipple into my mouth and kept flicking the other with my fingers, determined to draw out more of her responses.
“Hey, wait… why are you… mmm…!”
Her body writhed in delight at the light pleasure, legs twisting together.
Every time her thighs brushed against my erection the contact sent fresh sparks through me. I lifted my head, pulled my tongue away, and looked at her face.
“You’re supposed to be doing it, so why are you sucking on them instead…”
“Your reactions are too entertaining.”
“Entertaining, my ass…”
“We’ve lived like childhood friends with balls for brains, and now you suddenly suggest we have sex. Aren’t you curious what kind of face you’ll make when I tease you?”
“...Shut up and just do it already.”
After fondling her breasts I slowly slid my fingers down along her curves.
Her slightly rounded belly only heightened the sensuality of her full chest.
Below that, her hips flared wide.
I ran both hands along them, caressing her body, then grabbed her ass with both palms.
“Eep! Why are you grabbing my butt…!”
It was big. And perfectly shaped for bearing children.
Even with both hands I couldn’t contain it all; soft flesh spilled between my fingers.
The texture felt so good that I kept kneading and spreading her cheeks, stimulating every inch of her.
“Eep…”
Each time, Irene’s body shivered as if struck by electricity. Her hips would buck now and then, as though she were begging me to hurry and put it in.
“Hurry up… it’s embarrassing…”
Hearing her urge me on, I remembered what she had said earlier that day.
“For the next hundred days, you can do whatever you want to me. Play with me however you like. If that… lets you forgive the fact that you’re going to die, then I’ll forgive anything you do to me.”
She had said it with her own mouth. That I could play with her as I pleased.
She would take responsibility for the next hundred days and let me have her at night in any way I wanted.
“You told me earlier that for the next hundred days I could sexually do whatever I wanted with you, Irene.”
“...”
“So I’m going to do exactly as I please.”
I slid a finger into her entrance.
A soft, slick heat wrapped around it.
“Haaang?!”
Irene’s waist jerked, her legs spreading wide. The reaction was perfect.
I didn’t stop at one. I kept playing with her, thrusting two fingers in and out.
“Why… are you only teasing… nghhh…”
“Your reactions are great. Want me to go harder?”
I recalled something I had read. Women had a spot called the clitoris.
Stimulating it was supposed to feel even better.
So I fingered her while rubbing that sensitive nub.
“Does it feel good?”
“Haaah… I don’t know… I don’t know…!”
She bucked her hips wildly, completely lost to the intense pleasure.
Watching Irene gradually start to sob, I decided that was enough and withdrew my fingers.
“Haa…”
She lay there melted by the brief ecstasy, savoring the lingering sensation. I climbed on top of her and prepared to take her in missionary position.
Before I did, I asked one thing.
“You… you’re really okay with this? You haven’t gone crazy just because you’re going to die in a hundred days, right?”
My cock was already fully hard, pressing against her belly. I nudged it against her stomach, ready to enter at any second. Irene’s body was in the same state. Her hips kept twitching, and the valley between her thighs was drenched with thick white nectar, completely prepared for me to push inside.
Irene shook her head, breathing hard.
“You were treating my pussy like a toy a second ago and now you’re asking that… Just hurry up… It doesn’t matter what you do to me for the next hundred days.”
“That’s exactly why I’m asking.”
I shifted my hips between her thighs.
I rested just the tip of my glans against her entrance.
All I had to do was thrust.
But a sadistic urge to tease her more flared inside me.
Besides, I had already declared I wouldn’t put it in until my curiosity was satisfied.
Irene unconsciously rubbed her pussy against my tip, urging me to enter right away.
“You really… know how to annoy someone.”
Irene grabbed my face and pulled me close.
Then she kissed me, slipping her tongue inside and tangling it with mine.
The first-time sensation made me move my tongue without thinking. For a full five minutes we kissed without pausing for breath, tongues entwined, preparing to become one.
“Put it in already…”
Irene kept panting heavily. I was so aroused that my cock stood painfully rigid, veins bulging.
“...All right.”
I could hear the full story later. For now I would follow my instincts and give Irene what she wanted.
“Put it in properly… a little lower…”
“It’s both our first times, so stop complaining…”
“Hurry… hurry up…”
She kept teasing me by rolling her hips. Had she always been this insatiable?
Had all the pent-up desire from living as a saintess finally exploded?
I found the entrance to her hole properly and then—
“It’s… in…”
It slid inside with a wet sound.
I had just pierced the pussy of a virgin who had been a saintess until yesterday. The thought filled me with overwhelming depravity.
When I realized I could keep violating this former saintess’s pussy from now on, an indescribable wave of sin and taboo rushed over me, making my cock even harder.
Moreover, I had taken a saintess’s virginity with my own. The realization that this sacred, holy first experience was truly beginning made my excitement impossible to contain.
So this was sex.
This was why I had been born.
The pleasure of fulfilling my life’s purpose made my whole body tremble.
“Eep… haaaah…”
Irene’s reaction was no joke.
As if celebrating the arrival of what belonged inside her, she came almost instantly. Her inner walls twitched and squeezed as though blessing the intrusion, refusing to let it leave, milking me without pause.
“It’s in… it’s in…!”
“Wait, Irene…!”
Not satisfied with the brief taste of pleasure, she pushed me down and climbed on top. Ecstasy shone on her face, along with a wild grin that said she was about to devour me. She began rotating her hips in slow circles, determined to suck me dry.
“This is it, this is iiiit…!”
-Smack!
-Smack!
-Smack!
Then she moved her waist in a fierce piston motion. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed so loudly it seemed to shake the entire inn. The love juices pouring out of Irene added a lewd, splashing rhythm to every thrust.
“They said the first time would hurt… but this… it just feels so good…!”
Her inner walls gripped my cock like a vice. Every time my glans bumped the entrance to her womb her pussy would twitch happily, sometimes changing the angle of its squeeze to explore every inch of me.
“Morris… kiss me, okay? Hurry…”
Irene pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue wriggled slowly, teasing my own.
She coiled around it like a snake, refusing to let it escape.
“Mmm… mmh…”
Still holding me tight, Irene moved her hips. I grabbed her ass and guided her rhythm to the angle that felt best.
She bounced up and down at a shameless speed that made it hard to believe she had been a virgin, as if trying to wring me dry.
Sometimes she would circle her hips slowly, drawing out the pleasure.
The constant stimulation gradually pushed me toward the edge.
The cock of a man experiencing a woman for the first time was singing with joy.
“Irene, I’m about to cum… so get off…!”
But whether she couldn’t hear me through her pleasure or was deliberately ignoring me, Irene paid no attention and kept slamming her hips down without pause.
“Morris… you’re about to cum? Hmm? Your semen… you’re about to cum?”
“Yes, so get off me…!”
This was dangerous.
I was going to blow any second.
I was right on the edge.
“It’s fine. Just cum.”
Irene whispered the words into my ear, and the sound was like a succubus’s temptation.
In the end I—
-Spluuuurt!
I came inside Irene. The first experience in which both our virginities disappeared.
My long, virgin climax poured out as if trying to flood her womb completely. Irene received every drop with an expression of pure bliss, climaxing at the same time.
-Plop!
Once I had finished, Irene pulled my cock—now coated with semen and her own juices—out of her pussy.
“So this is what a cock looks like after sex…”
She took it into her mouth.
“...”
I didn’t know what to say. Honestly, it felt too good to stop her. She licked and sucked the mixture of semen and love juice as if it were delicious, thoroughly cleaning me.
When she finally pulled away—
“Haa… haa…”
My freshly cleaned cock stood proudly once more. Irene flicked it with her index finger and laughed.
“So this is what was inside me?”
“...”
“I felt so good. Way better than doing it alone. Better than praying, better than singing hymns… better than helping people…”
Irene smiled softly, pressing her breasts against me as she looked into my eyes.
“It felt good. How about you?”
“...It was good. Extremely.”
“Better than doing it alone?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad.”
Even as she spoke, Irene kept touching my cock.
Now she began stroking me with her hand.
She pumped up and down, studying it carefully.
“Irene, why are you suddenly…”
“I’m curious. I want to see what a cock looks like when it cums…”
“Ugh, why right now…!”
“The night is long.”
A handjob from someone else felt far better than doing it myself.
Especially one given by a former saintess.
How sacred was that?
She even licked the tip of my glans from time to time, so I couldn’t hold back.
“Whoa!”
It didn’t take long before I came hard, spraying semen across Irene’s face and mouth.
The overflowing cum coated her hand. She licked it off.
“Wow… so that’s what cumming looks like… such a huge amount… inside…”
Watching Irene lick my semen off her own skin looked incredibly lewd. Before I knew it, my cock was rising again.
It was as if the sight was ordering me to unleash my lust once more on the woman before me who accepted my cum so willingly.
“Irene. I really don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
I pounced on her right then and there.