Doing It with My Childhood Friend Feels So Good
“Haaah, haaaang! W-wait, slow down…!”
-Plap!
-Plap!
-Plap!
The filthy sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. The constant wet squelch of our bodies colliding repeated again and again. I had Irene pinned beneath me, driving down into her like a press, forcing every inch of my cock all the way to the entrance of her womb.
“It’s too… way too rough… haaaang!”
Irene sobbed and clutched my arm, begging me to slow down. I ignored her. The words never even reached my ears. I was fucking the Saintess. The girl who had once been my childhood friend was now my personal cum-dump toy.
Her declaration that everything was allowed, combined with the way she had eagerly stroked me off while moaning about how good it felt, had been more than enough to snap the final thread of my reason.
I wasn’t going to hold back anymore. There would be no going easy on her just because she used to be my childhood friend or the Saintess. Tonight I would empty every last ounce of my lust and desire into her.
“Maurice… Maurice… there… right there…!”
Even Irene, who had been resisting at first, finally surrendered to the pleasure. She panted heavily and began telling me exactly where it felt best. I adjusted the angle of my thrusts, measuring her moans like a scientist.
“Haaaa…”
This spot was mediocre. It felt good, but only faintly. Like eating something mildly tasty.
“Haaaaang…”
This was average. Pleasant, but not enough to push her to the edge of orgasm.
“Haang!”
This was the jackpot. If I kept hammering this spot, the same mouth that once sang hymns and recited prayers would only be able to produce slutty moans. But even this wasn’t the best.
“Huuuh, huuuh, haaaa.”
This place where she couldn’t even form proper moans. This was the ultimate spot. When I scraped and pounded this part of her pussy, Irene’s tongue would loll out and she couldn’t speak at all. Her eyes would roll back. If I focused solely on this spot, she would break completely and let me do anything I wanted.
I kept attacking that exact place. Using a deep mating press, I drove into her over and over, stimulating only the parts that made her feel the best.
“Haaaa, haat, there, that spot’s so sensitive, haaaa!! Maurice!!”
Irene suddenly convulsed, eyes flying wide open. Her entire body twisted before she melted into a blissful, vacant smile, completely lost in ecstasy.
“I-I came… and it was so much…”
“Did it feel good?”
I paused my pistoning for a moment and gently stroked her face. Irene, with tears of pure joy and a face drunk on pleasure, grabbed my hand.
“Yeah… it was incredible… really…”
“Then should we stop here?”
I pulled my cock out. Irene’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between me and my glistening shaft before her lips parted.
“Ah, no, why…?”
“You came, didn’t you? You said it felt good. So that should be enough, right? Besides, you told me to take it slow.”
“T-that’s true, but…”
“Sex should be done in moderation. It’s better for your body.”
“But…”
Teasing her made Irene writhe and squirm. She reached out and grabbed my cock with her hand, then pressed it against her own dripping pussy. She was soaked. Her juices dripped heavily onto my shaft. Using them like lubricant, she stroked me eagerly.
“More… I want more…”
“Oh yeah?”
“M-mm…”
I pushed Irene down and positioned my cock at her entrance again. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she let out a soft “Ooh…” and waited for the pleasure of being filled.
But I didn’t enter her.
“Before that, I have a question, Irene.”
“Y-yes?”
“Why did you want to have sex with me? And why did you say I could do whatever I wanted for the next 100 days?”
Reconfirmation.
I wanted to make absolutely sure she understood that our relationship was based on that promise, and that she had to follow whatever I chose to do.
“…”
Irene tried to stimulate me, stroking my cock up and down with her hand. It was clear she was saying the answer didn’t matter—just put it in already. I pulled back.
“If you don’t answer, there won’t be any sex.”
I declared that if she stayed silent, I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
“Eut… uuuuh…”
Irene grew visibly anxious. She writhed her hips, fingering herself between her thighs until long strands of her arousal stretched down, breathing hard the whole time.
Had I really created this? In such a short time, had I turned the Saintess into a cock-hungry little sex toy?
The thought sent a wave of corrupt pleasure through me. I wanted to pin her down and fuck her senseless again, reason or emotion be damned. I wanted to fuck her without thinking at all.
But first I had to get the confirmation I needed.
I was curious about her true feelings, and with the upper hand right now, this was the perfect time to ask.
“…It was that kind of feeling.”
Irene finally spoke. She approached me while slowly sliding her fingers between her thighs and stirring them inside herself.
“Since we’re going to die in 100 days anyway, and I’ve already been stripped of my position as Saintess…”
She stood right in front of me. Then she took my cock in her hand, caressing it gently before pressing it between her slick folds.
“I started wanting to do it with you. The part about you dying in 100 days is just an excuse… I just… wanted to do it with you. I don’t even know why. I just wanted to have wild, mindless… sex with you.”
“Mindless?”
“Yeah… I wanted to leave everything to you… and release all the desires I could never satisfy because of my duties as Saintess. I wanted to pour them all onto you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know… I really don’t… Maybe…”
Irene bumped her nose against mine, kissed me, then smiled.
“Could it be because of the curse?”
“…Yeah. So it’s because of the curse.”
“Mm. It’s the curse’s fault.”
I laid Irene down and placed my cock on her belly in missionary position, ready to enter her.
“The fact that I get to do whatever I want with you for 100 days… that’s all because of the curse too, right?”
“Yes. It’s because of the curse.”
My cock was aimed directly at her hole. All I had to do was thrust in. Before I did, I asked one final time.
“Even if I completely ruin you… that won’t be my fault, right?”
“…Yes. It’s the curse’s fault.”
“Good.”
I’ll break you thoroughly.
I slid my cock inside her. Her walls, already burning hot from all the teasing, clamped down tightly around me. She kept gushing juices while tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face.
“Ah, aaaaa…”
Irene cried tears of joy. I immediately began pounding her with abandon. I didn’t care whether she screamed or moaned wildly. I just kept thrusting.
-Bang!
-Bang!
-Bang!
“Haat, Maurice, Maurice!”
I licked her neck and left bite marks all over her, thoroughly marking this woman as mine from head to toe.
“Hand… hold my hand…”
The moment her mind cleared slightly was when Irene asked me to hold her hand.
When I clasped her hand, I saw the beautiful Saintess smiling through her tears of pleasure.
All this time—twenty years of living together—I had never once imagined seeing her like this. Even a week ago I couldn’t have dreamed our relationship would become this. No one could have predicted that two childhood friends would end up physically entangled like this.
But here it was, right before my eyes.
Irene, completely naked, revealing her gorgeous, sensual body. Her breasts were fully exposed, her pussy on full display as our bodies pressed together.
And now she was ‘mine.’ She had willingly become a toy I could sexually play with however I wanted.
The former Saintess.
The woman everyone had envied, respected, and thanked for her good deeds.
Her childhood friend—me—could now have her any way I liked.
“Maurice… do you think I’m pretty?”
“Yeah… you’re beautiful. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.”
The Saintess, who had always been beautiful, was now sharing her most natural self with me.
It was the most beautiful sight of her I had ever witnessed.
“Ehehe… Then… cum inside my pussy again… Fill me up as much as you want…”
“As much as I want…”
Following Irene’s needy coaxing, I prepared to climax. Her insides were tightening more and more. It felt like she would reach her peak any second.
“Together… let’s cum together, okay?”
“Yeah… I’ll fill you up just the way you want…!”
I didn’t know anymore.
Since Irene was a woman, part of me worried about pregnancy, but after I had already cum inside her once, that wasn’t something worth worrying about now.
After all, we were both going to die in 100 days. There was no way the curse would let her get pregnant.
That meant I could enjoy completely irresponsible creampies without any consequences.
Once that thought fully sank in, I felt like I would lose my mind if I didn’t cum soon. Faster. Harder. I wanted to pound her even quicker so I could hear more of her sweet, pleasurable moans.
“Haaaa, haaaa… I’m, I’m gonna cum… Maurice… Maurice…!”
Irene panted as she reached her climax. I didn’t miss the moment.
-Spurtttt!
“Haaaaaaaang!”
Irene clamped down hard around my cock so not a single drop could escape. I kept pumping long, thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
“Haa… haa…”
“Maurice… that felt so good…”
Irene hugged me with an ecstatic smile.
“Me too…”
I hugged her back just as tightly.
We stayed connected like that.
Until the day Irene and Maurice die