Ride it out

There's not much you can do in this situation, except let Laura continue to spear herself on your throbbing member, as the other virgins surround you and jostle each other in an effort to be next in line. May as well enjoy it for what its worth.

"Alright, bitch," a particularly tall girl sneers, pushing the crowd away from you and deftly lifting Laura off your cock who shrieks lightly in surprise and confusion, flailing her body slightly. "He's deflowering you, not giving you babies! It's my turn now!"

You can't help but laugh slightly at that comment. Some people are very much impatient, aren't they?

Laura looks shocked before getting off the floor and finding her clothes, grumbling all the while. Your attention is diverted to the tall girl as a pair of sizable, dark skinned boobs are mushed into your face. With tits like this, she definitely meets the requirements for allowing any man to have his way with her, piquing your curiosity as to why she's even bothering with you right now.

"You're a virgin...?" you ask as best you can, your voice muffled through the heavenly suffocation her chests are bringing upon you.

"Not for much longer," she grunts, positioning and then slamming her hips down, your cock breaking through her hymen and stealing her virginity in a single shot. So soon after your run with Laura, you can't handle yourself and a jet of cum surges forward, splattering the inside of the dark girl's clamping pussy as she beats her body against you for a few strokes.

"Can't hold your spunk, huh?" she asks as she pulls herself off with a sigh. As opposed to Laura, this girl wasn't into the act for a moment, treating it like a business meeting of sorts. Not exactly as sex-crazed as Laura or potentially some others, she simply did what she had to do. As Charles said, everyone's different. Her extremely nonchalant and relaxed reaction towards having her virginity taken and being creampied by a complete stranger is a major turn-on, though.

"Anyway, thanks for that," she says with a sort of expressionless face, truly not thinking much of it. "My boyfriend's been wanting to fuck me for awhile, but I couldn't while I had my virginity. Have fun with the mob, John."

As she walks off, a freckled, pale-skinned redhead takes her place, taking hold of your shoulders while mounting you. "H-hello..." she says with a a shy smile, even blushing slightly.

Looking around you as she takes the plunge and uses your shaft to cut through her hymen, you take a quick headcount of the remaining girls...wait, are there even more?

It's going to be a long day...

How many has it been now...?

You've deflowered so many girls that you've lost count, along with a bit of interest as well. The amount of virgins wanting you to take them seems like it'll never end. There were a few really hot girls in the mix, which had you wondering how they could still have their virginity, but mostly they ranged anywhere from average looks to downright horrifying. Granted, pussy is pussy, and when it comes to virgins they're usually nice and tight, but...

Man. It's slightly surprising that you find yourself questioning the wisdom of your 'virgins' rule. Perhaps you could have thought that one out a bit better...

"John... John!"

Startled, you bring your attention back to reality as a heavyset girl (with possibly the biggest tits you've seen today, probably a KK-cup!) hops off your raw cock. As she leaves, you spot what looks to be the last virgin in sight. She smiles at you, cheeks flushed with a bit of red. With rather pale skin and a small, petite body that seems like it shouldn't be able to support her breasts, brown hair runs down to her shoulders as her big blue eyes entice you.

Wait a minute... you know those eyes... No way...

"Paige...?" you slowly ask. She responds with a small nod, her smile growing slightly wider in response to you actually remembering her.

You're reasonably stunned to see your co-worker here. Paige works as a cashier at your store; she's one of the newer people there, having only started a couple of months ago.

She hardly ever speaks to you—or anyone else, due to her shyness—but here she is, completely naked in front of you. "Yeah, I didn't know you'd be here today," she says. "You should probably keep an update of where you are on Twitter...y'know, so we girls can actually get things done while we're out."

"S-Sorry," you stutter as she carefully straddles your hips, resting her tight slit on your penis, hands supporting herself on your shoulders. Honestly, you didn't even know you had a Twitter account.

"I... I'm sorry about all this..." you apologize yet again. "You probably don't...you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Somehow, unlike the various strangers who've speared themselves on you for the better part of the afternoon, it seems wrong to let someone you actually know have sex with you, merely because of some rule that states all virgins who see you must be deflowered by you.

"Don't be sorry," Paige says with a bit of confusion. Your penis slips slightly into her vagina, still not truly inside. "I've sort of...been hoping to see you like this for awhile, actually..."

"You have?"

"Well, I always..." she starts up, blushing slightly as her following words turn into an adorable, embarrassed mumble. "...though you were cute..."

Too surprised to react, Paige moves in and kisses you, not rough or needy like the rest of the girls, but soft, a hint of a question behind her lips. Your eyes close, and arms wrap around the small girl as you kiss back. Her hands grip your head as your penis begins to slide through her tight flower, tongues caressing and swirling around each other as your member comes to rest as deep as it can inside her.

Taking it slow, you give Paige time to get used to the feeling of something inside her, before carefully rocking her slim hips, helping her figure out what to do. Eventually she takes the lead, slowly pushing herself up slightly before dropping down, whimpering moans escaping her lips with each effort. You steadily quicken the pace, thrusting your hips in time with her drops. Paige moans louder, her fingers gripping your hair as her vagina contracts around you, trying to squeeze the few drops of sperm you have left out of you.

Winded, she collapses on you, "Wow..."

A bit tired yourself, you hug her tightly. "You were great."

She giggles and rocks her hips a bit, doing little more than sending herself into a small, second orgasm. Pulling herself off you, Paige stumbles and you're quick to get up and steady her, making sure she's okay.

"Y-Yeah, sorry," she pants, her face solid red. "I just... I didn't know it would feel like that."

You know what she means. Somehow, it wasn't just sex with her. It was definitely more.

In this moment, the realization hits you—the shy, soft-spoken coworker of yours has secretly been admiring you from afar, and you just had the best sex you've had all day with her. Putting two and two together, you're quick to see that this could act as only the beginning.

"Hey, while this place is empty," you start up, causing Paige to look at you with curiosity, "do you want to come back to my apartment for a late lunch?"

Paige's face lights up, beaming. "Of course I would, John," she says, genuinely happy to hear that you want to spend more time with her. "Let me text my sister so she doesn't look for me."

After a hurried walk to your car (how it managed to be in the parking lot, you try not to think about) you pull up with Paige at the base of your apartment complex. It's not a shitty, run-down complex, but it's definitely not a high-end condominium or anything. Taking the elevator up to the 5th floor, you lead Paige to your single-room apartment as you unlock the door. Stepping inside, you can see that despite their apparent ability to leave you your car in the theater's parking lot, Charles and the doctor wanted nothing to do with the mess of your living space.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, embarrassed. "I wasn't expecting company."

Paige just laughs and shakes her head. "It's fine, really. My room gets messy a lot too. Go ahead and watch some TV if you want. I'll see what kind of food you've got to make lunch with."

As you take a seat at the edge of your bed—barely a few feet away from the kitchen given the small area of your one-room apartment—you grab the remote control for your LCD TV and begin to idly channel surf as your coworker prepares lunch. However, given that Paige's perfect body is still entirely nude, it's...pretty tough to focus on the TV.

Appreciating Paige's beauty from afar as she gathers materials for cooking, your conscience and your libido enter a dangerous battle against one another. She's your coworker, good friend, and now even a potential love interest of sorts after she basically confessed to you...but with breasts of that level, there's no stopping you from doing what you want with her. As Charles said, things weren't complicated; if you wanted to, you could just stand up and fuck her from behind as she cooked, and she likely wouldn't have much to say about it...or would she?

Beyond that, there's the entire issue of the respect you held for her as someone you personally knew. Does she appreciate that respect, or does she really not mind if you use her like any other guy will from now on?

You can feel your heart racing a little bit as you zone out, focusing on her figure while trying to go with the best course of action here. Go on with things as you have? Or go and use her right now? Or...maybe just ask her what she thinks about it? If you're feeling really indecisive, you could just push all of this aside and wait for her to finish prepping lunch...