Chapter 37: Young Boy’s Energy

Iris felt her body shake, her vision blurring as the air left her lungs. She barely had the strength left to endure the orgasm tearing through her.

In the corner of her vision, the teacher watched with a proud smile the display she and Arthur had built sat on her night table.

It held easily more than two dozen used condoms, from all different brands. Even after the first hour, Iris had completely forgotten about actually testing each product.

At most, she could remember one with an unnecessarily sour lemon taste she hated, and another whose thick rubber build was particularly uncomfortable. Not to mention the one that couldn’t properly fit on Arthur’s cock for being too big.

The young stud was more than big enough, but it had been fun to watch that humbling moment for him. Her tired lips curled into a smile she would have chuckled if she’d had the energy remembering his disappointed look.

"Are you okay?" Arthur’s voice pulled Iris out of her thoughts, and she turned her attention from the table to him.

His muscular chest glistened with sweat, his eyes painted with satisfaction, and a soft flame of desire that burned endless, even after a full weekend of sex.

"Actually..." she said, breathless, "I need a break." The words came out of her mouth with a weird taste.

Iris had been called a monster multiple times, especially by her volleyball teammates back in college. She’d even been called up once to a professional team, but an injury and her own lack of interest buried that path.

She could run for hours, practice any physical activity without ever getting winded. And sex was no different. She’d never felt a partner even reach half her stamina.

"Did I do something wrong?" Arthur asked, worried, slowly pushing himself out of her wet folds, his still-hard cock brushing against her clit on the way out, making her whimper. His innocent puppy eyes were funny. Iris could tell he was disappointed to stop at that point.

"No... it’s just that a young boy’s energy really is impressive..." She took another long breath, slowly shifting herself into a better position on the bed.

Once her eyes were level with Arthur’s, she kissed him before he could say anything stupid.

"Don’t men love saying they’ll fuck the girl until she can’t take anymore? That she won’t be able to walk, and all that?" she commented, her perverted words clearly getting a throb out of his erection. "So, you achieved just that."

She heaved against his broad, muscular chest with her left hand and softly pushed, guiding him away, giving herself a chance to leave the bed.

But placing her feet on the ground presented her with a new set of challenges. She had underestimated how exhausted her body was, her legs trembling hard the moment she tried to stand. The woman almost fell back into the bed, barely able to hold herself up.

"Fuck, I really won’t be able to walk tomorrow thanks to you, stud..." she said, looking tiredly over her shoulder, while Arthur had a perfect view of her naked ass.

Iris made her way to the bathroom on unsteady legs, one hand braced against the wall. Every step reminded her exactly why she’d needed that break.

The moment she flipped the light on, she smiled.

There, on the tile, was a stain of cum, dried near the edge of the shower. She remembered that one. Saturday morning: she and Arthur were supposed to take a bath, but he’d bent her over the sink and fucked her hard while she watched her own whore-like expression in the mirror.

Actually, looking at her disheveled reflection, she noticed a small smudge on the mirror, probably from when she’d "kissed" her reflection at some point. More by accident than intention.

That had been one of many. Over the weekend, the two of them had sex in every corner of her house, nonstop. No wonder she’d finally hit her limit.

With a satisfied grin, she washed her face with cold water, letting it run down her neck, naturally pooling in the deep valley of her massive tits.

"Get it together, girl," she muttered at her reflection, gripping the edge of the sink. There was still a whole night ahead, and a certain young stud waiting on the other side of that door.

She really couldn’t take him anymore, and as much as the idea of being fucked past her limits sounded hot, the reality of it was dull. Sex wouldn’t feel good for the guy if the girl had already passed out.

Still, she wouldn’t just leave him with a hard-on. So the teacher weighed her options. Looking down at her own huge boobs, she found an easy and obvious solution.

But she was actually holding back on giving him a titjob. If she gave away everything he wanted so easily, she’d have nothing left for later. Iris would make him earn her legendary titjob she had more than the right assets, she also had the right technique for it.

A blowjob sounded boring, and truth be told, her jaw was tired. She’d sucked him her fair share over the weekend, and his cock’s girth was no joke.

So instead, she decided to be a little selfish.

Iris pressed her chest against his and kissed him a deep kiss that silenced any possibility of protest as her hand found its way to his shaft.

He was still rock hard. Of course he was.

"You know," she murmured against his lips, her hand starting a slow, lazy rhythm, "tomorrow I’ll be standing in front of all my students, with my legs shaking." She squeezed lightly, and his breath hitched. "I wonder what they’d think if they knew their scary teacher had been made into a messy slut by you."

"Iris" His voice came out strangled.

"Shh. Let me talk." Her thumb circled the head, spreading the wetness already gathering there. "Let me thank you for fucking me so well."

She kissed him again, her hand moving faster, feeling his climax approaching.

"Thank you for giving me something I never had. I never once felt like I was even close to reaching my limit... Fuck! I’ll be so sore tomorrow, my ass aching from all the spanking. For a week, I’ll still be feeling the way your cock stretched me."

Arthur’s dick throbbed once again, and he closed his eyes, trying to think of something else but the horny haze his teacher had wrapped around him didn’t let him escape.

He would rather resist and drag out his pleasure, maybe fuck his teacher one last time, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips jerked up, a groan tearing out of his throat, and he spilled all over her fingers.

Iris stroked him through it, gentler with every wave, until he collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, utterly spent.

Then Arthur cracked one eye open. "You cheated."

Iris blinked. "Excuse me?"

"That was cheating." He gestured weakly at her hand, still glistening. "There’s no way I can hold back when you say those things to me."

She laughed and wiped her hand on the sheets. Iris felt tempted to lick his cum off her fingers, but there was a real risk of him getting hard again if she did.

"An older woman needs to know her tricks, sweetheart. I can’t compete with a young man’s stamina. If we go another round fair and square, you’d have me passed out by midnight."

Arthur grinned, that proud, boyish grin that was quickly becoming her favorite view. He was clearly basking in the compliment.

"Careful with that ego," Iris warned, poking his chest. "Young girls won’t be as slutty as me."

"Anyway, all I need is you," he said, leaning closer to grab her big boobs.

"You are insatiable," Iris hissed, thinking about how she had awakened a monster. "And just so you know, we won’t do anything next week."

"What?" Arthur blinked in shock. "Why?"

"Because I need a break," Iris chuckled, seeing his shock. "What’s the problem? You spent 18 years of your life without having sex, now you can’t even endure a week?"

"But..."

"Well," Iris purred, lying back on the bed, "to your luck, I’m not the only girl interested in you."

Arthur grimaced. Vanessa would take a while longer to come back.

"By the way, I want to hear all your stories later, especially the bad dates," Iris said with a chuckle.

"How many dates do you even think I’ll have in a week?" Arthur asked, chuckling as he got out of bed.

Later, he cooked a nice meal for Iris, and the two of them fell asleep together, cuddling.