Chapter 29: V-Card Lost

The orgasm had rolled through Iris in waves, leaving her breathless against the couch cushions, her chest still heaving, her nipples tingling from Arthur’s enthusiastic work.

For a long moment she just floated there, warm and loose and lighter than she’d felt in months. And then the warmth started coiling low in her belly again, one orgasm had never been anything but an appetizer for her.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and looked at Arthur, who was staring at her like she was made of gold. She loved that look of pure desire.

"Arthur," she said, once her voice came back. "Can I take your virginity today?"

Arthur blinked. Then blinked again. His mouth opened and closed a few times before any sound came out.

"I... Iris, are you... you’ve been drinking. Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and..."

"Arthur." She sat up and took his face in her hands, making him look at her. "Listen to me. I have never been more sure about wanting someone. Well, at least not in the last twenty years."

"But you’re drunk..."

"Yes, and I have never fucked a man while drunk before, because I know how to protect myself. The only thing I’m worried about is you. The first time is special." Her voice softened. "That’s why I’m asking. I know I’m not... I’m not young, I’m not untouched, I’m probably not what you pictured for your first time. If you’d rather wait for someone else, it’s fine..."

"I don’t want to wait." The words came out fast. "I’m not wasting anything by having you as my first. I’m winning the lottery. You are kind, smart, fun, and incredibly hot. I can’t imagine a better woman to take care of me than you."

Iris felt her eyes sting. "God, you’re sweet."

"You keep saying that like it’s a bad thing."

"It’s a dangerous thing." She grinned. "But right now it’s also exactly what I want."

She slid off the couch and stood, swaying just a little. Arthur reached for her, steadying her by the waist, and she let him, enjoying the feel of his big hands on her bare skin.

"Arthur," she said, "do you have a condom?"

His face fell. "I... no. I didn’t think... I can go buy some, there’s a pharmacy a few blocks away..."

"It’s fine." She silenced him with a kiss. "It’s a safe day. And after everything today..." She looked at him, soft and sincere. "I’d like to reward you with a raw fucking for your first time."

Arthur swallowed hard. "If you’re sure."

"I’m sure." She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Then she looked at the sofa, which was a mess, and then at herself. She was a wet mess of sweat and girl cum. Fucking Arthur on the sofa sounded good, she was so horny that even a second of waiting seemed like too much, but...

"Now go to my room. Take your clothes off and wait for me. I need a shower," she said, wanting to look her best for his first time.

Following the instructions, Arthur made it to her bedroom, his heart racing. He stripped down to his boxers without too much trouble and hesitated for a second before removing them.

He still felt somewhat self-conscious about his body, but Vanessa had praised him so much that he decided to try forgetting his insecurities. Finally, he sat on the edge of her bed.

A few minutes later, Iris finally left the bathroom. The woman looked beautiful, a simple robe hiding her impossibly curvy body.

"What do you think?" she asked, stepping forward until the backs of her knees hit the bed. "Can I make it your first time?" she asked again.

Then Iris pressed him down onto the mattress, her loose robe sliding off one shoulder and revealing more of her big, beautiful breasts. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her skin flushed pink from the whiskey and the heat.

Arthur gulped audibly, hesitating for just a second.

"Yes," he answered.

Then she leaned down and kissed him, her heavy, bare, magnificent breasts pressing warm against his chest, and Arthur stopped thinking entirely.

"I will ride you, okay?" she tried to say in a gentle tone, but she sounded hungry as a predator. "Leave everything to me."

"Okay," Arthur nodded and adjusted his position so he would be in the center of the bed, not at the edge.

Iris smiled and tossed her robe away, revealing her body in all its glorious nakedness. She was already wet, and Arthur was rock hard, so there was no point in wasting time.

Iris thought of a thousand things she could say, but her body moved faster than her mind. Her back arched, pushing her hips up, and she aligned her pussy with Arthur’s cock.

She needed just a second to align his tip properly, then slowly rode down, her hands resting on his muscular chest.

Without ever breaking eye contact, she smiled, and her self-control finally shattered.

"Don’t think about anything, okay? Just let me milk you dry. This is your reward, after all."

She rocked her hips down and engulfed his cock entirely, smashing her ass against him with the force of a heavy hammer falling.

"Fuck!" Once Arthur was buried to the hilt inside her, the woman arched her back violently and looked up, making her tits sway wildly.

For a long second, she allowed her pussy to adapt to his size. Arthur was huge, but so was Iris. Her walls clenched around him, feeling like he had just enough cock to stuff her full, which was not an easy task.

Even when buying dildos, she had difficulty finding the right ones.

"See," the woman said with a smile, pointing to her stretched pussy, its wet liquid dripping onto his balls. Arthur couldn’t see his cock anymore, as it was entirely devoured by her hungry pussy. "This is it, you are not a virgin anymore."

She looked at him hungrily, took a deep breath, and made her hips rise fast, then came down with all her force again.

Iris was not a woman who had ever been handled with delicate things, she was a war tank, and she fucked like one.

Her size and curves made her quite heavy, and her strength was no joke, even if, aesthetically, she looked soft, not muscular.

Every time her hips moved up and down, the bed would make weird noises, pleading for help. And so would Arthur, groaning, enveloped in a sea of endless pleasure.

Her tits bounced widely and sexily as she rode him hard. Her pussy hugged his cock like a vice, her hot ass slammed against his hips with every aggressive thrust. And she fucked him like she meant to break him.

Arthur remembered how Vanessa had told him not to cum too fast, how to hold back, how to draw out the pleasure. He tried. God, he tried. But his resistance was nothing more than a thin wooden wall facing a meteor.

Not even two minutes passed. He couldn’t even form a word before the dam in his balls simply exploded.

A thick, massive load erupted deep inside Iris’s pussy, flooding her with hot, heavy pulses. Iris felt every spurt and smiled down at him, eyes bright with satisfaction.

She had made him cum just like she wanted.

Slowly, she lifted herself off his cock. A thick strand of his cum stretched between them before breaking, and more of it immediately began leaking from her well-fucked pussy, trailing down her thighs.

She leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow.

"Don’t worry," she murmured against his lips. "It’s normal. It’s your first time... nobody holds back when it feels this good."

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her voice dropping into something filthy and pleased.

"Besides, fuck... that was a massive load. So hot. So much of it. You filled me up completely."

Arthur only nodded, still a bit dazed, his body deciding between giving out and sleeping or trying for a second round.

Iris sat close beside him at just the right angle, then spread her legs wide open, shamelessly showing him the mess he’d made. His cum was still leaking from her swollen pussy in slow, thick drips.

"Look what you did to me," she purred, voice pure filth. "Your cock just pumped me full... and now it’s all dripping out."

"This is hot," he responded, fully awake again, his body settling on the desire for a second round.

To Iris’s surprise, Arthur’s cock twitched hard and rose instantly, thickening again as he watched his own cum escape her pussy.