The couch was the closest thing he could lay her on, so he put her on the edge.Her breasts were lush and full. The zipper resisted; his hands trembled. He tugged, a faint panic rising when the fabric wouldn't yield, revealing his inexperience.
A soft laugh escaped her. Mrs. Lorenzo placed a gentle but firm hand on his chest and gave a slight push. "Wait," she murmured.
Ren froze, thinking he had made a mistake. Was this where she would change her mind, where his once-in-a-lifetime chance would slip into an embarrassing memory?
While his mind spiraled, Mrs. Lorenzo took control. Slowly she reached back and unzipped her own blouse, letting it slide from her shoulders to the couch. She gathered her dark, cascading hair, tying it into a loose knot that exposed the line of her neck. Then, with a strength that belied her serene expression, she placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed.
Ren fell back against the couch cushions with a soft oomph. Before he could process the reversal, she was straddling his lap, her bare torso a breathtaking vision. Ren had seen this on screen before; he knew what this position often preceded. He then shucked off his jeans, kicking them to the floor.
His boxers were the only thing holding his dick now. Mrs. Lorenzo's eyes, dark and knowing, dipped down. She slowly slid a hand inside the waistband, her cool fingers brushing against his feverish skin. He gasped. Then, her eyes widened, her lips parting in genuine surprise. She couldn't wrap her whole hand around his cock.
The boxers joined the jeans on the floor. Ren's hands found her hips, then wandered up to cup the heavy, incredible weight of her breasts. The she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over the head of his cock.
Then her mouth was on him.
The moist, warm heat of her tongue as it wrapped around his shaft was an electric shock to his system. "Yes," he hissed, the word a low, guttural sound torn from his throat.
She established a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, one hand wrapped near his balls, the other braced on his thigh, her mouth working. The slick, wet sounds filled the silent room. Ren's head fell back, his hands gripping her shoulders. She increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more greedy.
He could feel his cock getting thicker, tightening pressure low in his abdomen signaling the inevitable rise of his release. "Stop," he managed, his voice strained. "I'm about to cum."
She ignored him, her dark eyes meeting his, daring him.
It had only been a minute, but his control shattered. His back arched off the couch as his dick pulsed. "Ahhh… ahh!" The groan was raw. He looked down, dazed, to see Mrs. Lorenzo waiting, her mouth sealed around him until the last tremor passed. Then, with a deliberate swallow, she took it all, not wasting a drop.
Spent, Ren collapsed, a boneless heap of euphoria and shock. But as the afterglow began the screen materialized in the corner of his vision.
[System Notification]
[Task: Sexual Initiation- Status 50% Complete ]
[Objective: Finish Task]
Ren blinked. What the hell?
Mrs. Lorenzo, wiping a thumb from the corner of her mouth, saw his expression shift from sated to stunned. Then her eyes dropped. Her surprise mirrored his own. Just ten seconds after his climax, his body was responding again, hardening with a speed that defied biology, fueled by something else entirely.
He looked at the screen, then at her bewildered face, and a new understanding clicked into place. This wasn't over. The system demanded completion.
A surge of unfamiliar power, both physical and authoritative, straightened his spine. He got up, pulling her by the waist until she was flush against him. The feel of her soft skin against his renewed hardness was intoxicating.
"Come here," he said, his voice deeper, more commanding than before. "I'm not done with you ."
A slow smile spread across Mrs. Lorenzo's lips. Ren started sucking on the sensitive skin where her pulse fluttered wildly. His large hands slid down her back, over the curve of her ass, to the lace of her soaked underwear. The heat he felt on her pussy when he inserted his middle finger made his head spin.
"Don't leave a mark on my neck," she breathed, though her body arched into his touch.
He didn't waste time. He hooked his fingers into her skirt and underwear and pushed them down in one smooth motion, letting them fall around her ankles. Put her back onto the couch, he laid her down with her legs spread, it was him and the pussy at this point.
It was a dream. The view before him was heavenly, her breasts standing on her chest with her nipples hard, the curve of her stomach, the triangle of dark hair glistening with her arousal. He grabbed her thick thighs, pulling her toward him until she was at the very edge of the couch.
He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock slapping against her pussy lips. He pushed in just an inch. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath that made her chest rise, and the sight of it turned Ren to steel. Her pussy was impossibly tight and soaking wet.
He started to move, shallow thrusts that made her eyes flutter closed. "Mmm…" she hummed.
Encouraged, he went faster, sinking deeper with each stroke. The tightness was almost overwhelming. Mrs. Lorenzo's composure began to crack. A real, unfiltered moan escaped her. "Ahh…!"
Hearing that, Ren pushed his entire dick into her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into the muscles of his chest. He was going too deep, deeper than was reasonable, driven by the system's imperative and his own surging, supernatural stamina.
He had already spent his first load; this was not going to be a minute-long round. He hooked her legs, lifting them until her ankles rested on his broad shoulders. The new angle was devastating. He started hitting it harder.
Mrs. Lorenzo's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent 'O' before another loud moan ripped free. "Ahh! Ahhaa… hmm!"
Her pussy grew slicker, dripping around him, and when he shifted their weight, a gush of her release escaped, warm fluid splashing against his lower abdomen and chin. The shock, the eroticism, the sheer reality of it was too much.
With a final, deep grind, Ren burst inside her and let all his juice fill up her pussy. He collapsed forward, careful not to crush her, and he rested his forehead against her damp shoulder.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing in the dim room. The blue screen flickered.
[Task Complete. Satisfaction: 100%. Rewards Pending.]
Ren slowly pulled out and rolled to the side of the couch. He looked at Mrs. Lorenzo, her body gleaming with sweat, breathing heavily. His confidence was shooting out the roof at this point, then he gave her ass cheeks a soft spank as an appreciation of the procedure.
She was breathing too hard to speak. She simply nodded, a faint smile touching her lips as her hand came up to gently cup his cheek.