Outdoor Play with My Childhood Friend
“Ahn, hwaaang! Hwaaang!”
After parking the carriage on the roadside, I pushed Irene against a tree and began thrusting into her from behind. She was already dripping wet, so my cock slid in without any resistance, and there was no difficulty pulling out and pounding back in.
—Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed along the rural road. Flesh slapping against flesh, mouths meeting, desires clashing—two people drawn together like magnets, unable to separate.
“Why… are you suddenly… seducing me like this!”
“I don’t know, hngh… I just… wanted to… hwaaah, right there… that spot feels so good…!”
We weren’t in some secluded spot. There was no forest to hide in—just behind a tree on the open road. If anyone passed by, we could be caught instantly, humiliated, or even arrested for public indecency.
But neither of us cared. We moved purely on pleasure and instinct, bodies intertwined without a second thought.
It felt incredible. Thrilling. The sensation of fucking the Saintess, still wrapped in her sacred white robes, out in the open was intoxicating. A surge of conquest rose within me—the knowledge that I had a woman who would let me take her anywhere, who wanted my cock no matter where we were.
Whether I had turned my childhood friend into this or if she had always been this way didn’t matter. All that mattered was continuing to pound into the Saintess’s pussy, again and again, until her holy moans echoed across the entire countryside.
—Squish, squelch.
The more I thrust, the more her juices gushed out, her body accepting me even deeper, as if begging for more, as if eager to skip straight to the first stage of pregnancy.
I never expected Irene’s hole to be this lewd. Never expected her to react this strongly. It was almost a shame she had endured as a virgin Saintess for so long with a pussy like this.
“Maurice, Maurice…! Deeper, hit me deeper…!”
Following her request, I adjusted the angle and struck the upper wall of her pussy—right against the entrance to her womb.
“Kuaaang!”
With one deep thrust, a far larger gush of fluids sprayed out than anything I had seen before. Irene clung to the tree, gasping for breath as her pussy walls began to contract, squeezing my cock so tightly it became difficult to pull out. The piston motion grew harder.
“M-Maurice… just now… it was so… hwaaang?!”
I slapped her ass. The firm, elastic flesh stung against my palm, and her grip loosened just enough for me to move again. Seizing the moment, I pulled out briefly before driving back in.
“When you hit me, hwaaang! It feels even more sensitive… hwaaang!”
In, squeeze. Out, soften. Repeat.
Thrust in, slap her ass.
—Thwack!
“Hwaaang!”
Each time, Irene let out a loud moan and clung tighter to the tree. From the way she gripped it, I could tell she was holding on hard enough to leave marks.
—Thwack!
“Huuuuh!”
Her juices dripped down. White, milky fluids streamed out with every thrust and withdrawal. The sight only made my cock throb harder, trembling with joy as if it had been blessed and baptized in her essence.
That pleasure flowed back into Irene’s pussy, making her walls contract and relax in rhythm with my cock. Suddenly wondering if there was a way to make her squeeze even tighter, I decided to voice something I had been holding back.
“Irene. Aren’t you embarrassed doing this outside?”
“Huuuuh… huh?”
Irene turned her head to look at me, then glanced around. An open space. Right beside us was a road wide enough for carriages and people to pass easily. Fields lay not far away.
Realizing this, Irene’s eyes widened, and at the same time her pussy clamped down violently. The sudden tightness made me groan involuntarily, pleasure surging through my cock.
“A-Aah… We’re… completely exposed…”
“If even one person walks by right now… we’d be in trouble, wouldn’t we?”
—Thwack!
“Huaaang!”
The harder I thrust, the stronger her reaction became. Her body trembled, even her anus twitching visibly.
“If you moan like that, someone might hear.”
“Hah, but…”
—Thwack!
“Hwaaang!”
Her juices ran down my shaft and dripped onto the ground.
“What can we do? You’re the one who wanted to have sex like this, Irene.”
“M-My pussy got so wet, what was I supposed to do…”
—Thwack!
“Hngh!”
—Thwack!
“Hwaang!”
—Thwack!
“Huuuuh…”
She looked exhausted, her grip on the tree weakening. Even that helpless state was strangely alluring, making me want to fuck her even harder.
So I added one final line.
“People still think you’re the Saintess… What would they think if they saw their Saintess being taken like this out in the open?”
“…!”
“Would they get turned on? Want a turn themselves? Or be disappointed to learn their Saintess was actually a slut?”
“…”
Irene exhaled roughly, catching her breath. She lowered her head in silence, her body trembling.
…Had I gone too far? Was that the wrong thing to say during sex? I’d heard ruining the mood like that was bad, but maybe I had crossed a line.
Yet her pussy only squeezed tighter. Stronger. Then Irene lifted her head, turned around, and looked at me in a face-to-face position, smiling. A blissful, carefree smile that said nothing else mattered.
“It doesn’t matter…”
“…”
“Right now, I just want to have sex with you… I’m only having sex with you… The Saintess title doesn’t matter anymore… For the days we have left… I just want to enjoy myself with you…”
“…Damn it.”
“Kiss me, Maurice.”
This perverted slut…! Why did she have to be so lovable?! I thrust into Irene with renewed force, feeling the final sprint building. She clung to me tightly—arms and legs wrapped around me, refusing to let go, her pussy glued to my cock as she took everything.
Our tongues mingled, and the urge to cum surged even stronger. Not much longer now. The moment we would both reach the peak of pleasure was close.
I said nothing more. I just kept thrusting, exploring every corner of her mouth with my tongue—licking her teeth, pressing against the tip of her tongue, tracing the top, sides, and underside—so that each time I entered her, I could find the spots that made her feel good.
“Uungh… uungh…!”
Irene’s pupils rolled upward; she looked ready to come. Drool escaped her lips as even more fluids gushed from her pussy. I didn’t miss the moment. To milk every drop and keep it inside, I drove in with powerful force just as her walls clenched.
—Brrrrrrrt! Brrrrrrrt!
Without warning, I came deep inside her womb. It was a long, thick release—so much that I had to thrust a few more times to push it all in.
“Haa… haa…”
After finishing, I pulled my cock out of her still-contracting pussy with effort. Irene collapsed to the ground. She hadn’t even fixed her underwear; beneath her white dress, a mixture of cum and love juices oozed from her pussy, dripping down.
Her face was lost in ecstasy, still dazed from the overwhelming orgasm.
“Uboop…”
I made her clean my cock with her mouth before getting dressed myself.
“I should let her rest for a bit.”
She showed no sign of getting up easily. I wiped the cum and stray hairs from around her lips.
“Hey there, mister! Everything alright?!”
Suddenly, someone called out, startling me. I positioned myself to block their view of Irene and turned to face them.
“N-No, nothing’s wrong!”
It was a middle-aged man riding a merchant carriage.
“Really? I saw a carriage stopped with someone standing around and got curious…”
The man glanced sideways.
“That lady over there—your wife?”
He had spotted Irene after all.
He hadn’t seen anything compromising, right? He hadn’t noticed her disheveled state, sitting in a puddle of cum, lost in pleasure?
“A-Ah… Yes! My wife said she was tired, so we stopped to rest together. Ha, hahaha!”
“Hmm…”
The man stroked his beard, nodded, and said,
“Well, take good care of your wife! And watch your health.”
Then he continued on his way.
Whew…
I approached Irene and shook her shoulder. She was still lost in a haze.
“Irene, snap out of it.”
“Huuungh… huh…?”
Irene blinked several times with unfocused eyes before looking at me.
“M-Maurice…”
“Felt that good, huh? You can’t even think straight.”
“Y-Yeah… It felt good… Maurice…”
Irene raised her arms and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Thank you… always… Maurice…”
“…It’s nothing.”
The way she acted spoiled was adorable.