The Second Night 2
“Ugh, urk…! Krh, haaah…!”
Jeong Hyang bit her lip as if to chew it through, desperately stifling the moans threatening to burst out, but an absurd wave of pleasure began to rage through her entire body. Her pupils lost focus, then refocused, over and over. Her ragged breaths came hot and heavy with moisture, and from her heated feminine form rose a sweet, subtle scent that seduced like a male in rut. Realizing she was feeling it, the magistrate grinned wickedly and ground his teeth against the flower-bud nipple he'd been rolling in his mouth.
“Crunch!”
“Hiiyaaaaah??!!”
The dizzying shock of him biting down on her hypersensitive nipple, soaked in his slimy saliva, crashed over Jeong Hyang. Caught utterly off guard, a cute cry erupted from deep in her chest, and her legs buckled beneath her. Her body pitched forward into the magistrate's arms, but her loosened thighs and hips refused to support her weight.
“Hah, you slut. Crying so cutely.”
The magistrate pulled his mouth slowly from her breast, lips glistening with saliva. On Jeong Hyang's pearl-white, perfectly rounded breasts gleamed vivid red marks and bite impressions from his sucking—clear evidence for anyone to see that she'd mingled her body with a man.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
Jeong Hyang panted wildly, head slumped against the magistrate's shoulder, her trembling body straining to rise several times, but with no strength left, she finally collapsed forward onto the floor. Looking down at her sprawled and heaving form, the magistrate stripped off his pants and drew out his erect cock.
“If you're already this exhausted, what are we to do? Hm? Isn't that right, Jeong Hyang?”
He nudged her with his foot, forcing her to face the sky. Her maternally full breasts jiggled enticingly, delighting both the magistrate and the eyes of her son, who lurked in hiding. His gaze drifted from her upper body—clad only in tattered mourning robes and undergarments—to below. He reached for her skirt, thick with straw and filth, and yanked it apart in one brutal tear, just like her jacket.
Riiiip!
His grip was so savage that even her undergarments shredded away. Unlike her upper body, which still bore some scraps, her lower half was now utterly naked.
“Ah…”
Still gasping from the dizzying sensation of her breasts being sucked and nipples bitten, Jeong Hyang jolted awake at the sudden chill on her lower body. Snapping to her senses, she saw her shamefully exposed state—no thread of cloth to cover her—and hastily twisted her legs to hide her private parts. But the magistrate's hand was faster.
“Hey now!”
As if scolding her for hiding such a beautiful sight, he barked and clamped down hard on the inside of her thighs, preventing her from closing them. Instead, he seized the soft flesh with both hands, prying her legs wide as he slowly lowered his body over hers from above.
Just watching that veiny, repulsive cock inch closer toward my face was torture in itself.
“Eut…!”
She tried to clamp her legs shut, but his iron grip only forced them farther apart. Her lower belly heated up, her widow's pussy beginning to glisten with slick moisture, now obscenely exposed before the magistrate's eyes.
'No, no!'
Jeong Hyang found the magistrate's swinging cock revolting, but his sticky gaze raking her thighs and lingering between them felt viscerally real on her skin.
“St-stop! Please!”
The plea burst from her lips unbidden, shocking even herself. To beg this beast who lusted after women and urged filial impiety on her son! Rage and suffocating humiliation surged from her toes, tears welling up. She barely held back the sobs leaking through her clenched teeth. Just then, the magistrate's massive bulk, slowly descending over her, paused.
'Is he stopping?'
Yes. No matter how obsessed with women, even he wouldn't force himself so brutally on a woman with a child. Through tear-blurred vision, she shifted her gaze from the dangling cock right before her nose to her own lower body—to see what expression he wore there.
“Ah…”
Jeong Hyang regretted it instantly. The beast gripping and forcing apart her inner thighs stared back with a sadistic smirk. The moment their eyes—brimming with lust and cruelty—met, she knew. This ugly monster didn't pity her frail pleas; he reveled in them.
As if she'd glimpsed the forbidden, her gaping lips were suddenly stuffed full as his cock thrust straight in.
Splurt!
“Keurghuuuugh?!”
The foreign mass crushed her tongue and rammed her throat, triggering violent retches. At the same time, an unbearable weight began pressing down on her entire body.
“Urk!”
I couldn't help but flinch, secretly spying on the magistrate and my mother's affair. Mom let out a single strangled moan, like a frog being crushed, before his hulking frame pinned her completely. With her hands bound behind her back, unable even to resist, the sight of that massive slab of meat engulfing the woman was utterly terrifying. Her legs, forcibly spread by his hands, spasmed like they'd been electrocuted, splaying wide as tension shot to her toes.
'Can't... breathe... too hard!'
As I'd predicted, Jeong Hyang couldn't draw proper breath under the crushing pressure. In her agony, she nearly bit down on the cock forced into her mouth. God, she wanted to chomp it off with all her might—but the fallout wouldn't end with her. As the magistrate had threatened, he'd not only harm her precious son but rampage through the whole village in his rage. So she ground her teeth and endured.
“I'm dying to taste the pussy of a chaste wife who's kept her fidelity for so long.”
The magistrate leered, spreading her legs wider to bring the widow's untouched slit right to his nose. Unaware that her son had recently defiled her purity and trained her body to respond to the slightest touch, he sneered at her already slick folds.
“Hahaha! What fidelity to your husband, what chastity? Dripping like a bitch in heat.”
“Hmmmph!!!”
Jeong Hyang spat a moan thick with protest at his humiliating insult, but her body's undeniable state left her tongue lolling in despair. 'Why... why does it feel good? You filthy slut! The filthiest slut!' She swallowed her sobs with effort. Not just the magistrate, but even in her own son's arms, she'd panted as a woman, not a mother—she had to admit it now. Facing that brutal truth she'd buried away, her body flushed hotter still.
“Hng…!”
Each hot puff from his nostrils grazing her saliva-slicked thighs sent faint heat blooming deep in her belly. The cock filling her mouth reeked and tasted vile enough to vomit, yet somewhere inside, it felt familiar. Why? Every night in her son's embrace, her pussy pounded relentlessly until she begged, sucking his cock and pleading for release—those training days now bore fruit.
“Slurp.”
“Urk?!”
His rough, saliva-coated tongue lapped over the widow's mound, sending electric jolts to her toes. Through tear-hazed vision, she saw his grotesque lower body shuddering in delight at her sweet nectar. The cock in her mouth hardened further, twitching deep, battering her throat.
“Urk, urgh…! Haa, uugh…!”
“Slurp, slurp, smack, sluuuurp…! Churp, slurp…!”
Unable to cry out freely, Jeong Hyang could only gurgle muffled moans. As his tongue delved between her thighs and his face buried deeper to suck her entire pussy, her legs began convulsing wildly. He slid his hands inward, seizing her plump mound and yanking it wide.
Squelch.
The lewd sound of her slick, doughy labia parting, drenched in juices and spit, echoed softly.
“A true masterpiece.”
The magistrate marveled at the virgin-like hue inside and the writhing folds hungry to devour a male. Pulsing like it breathed, so lasciviously—he thrust his long tongue deep like a cock.
Squish!
“Huuuugh!!!!”
For the first time fully conscious, Jeong Hyang felt her inner walls licked raw. His rough tongue scoured every sensitive inch in a chilling, mind-melting thrill that bucked her hips instinctively. Without his crushing weight, the recoil might have flung her upright.
“Krh, krugh…!”
The magistrate shivered as the married woman's mouth-pussy clenched tighter around his cock, sucking him in with each surprised gasp—a rapturous delight. Her plump lips wrapped his base, her scorching oral heat and frantic tongue lashing his shaft with waves of pleasure. But the pinnacle was the widow's pussy right before him. He'd only probed for taste, yet it gripped his tongue root like a man-eating demon's hole, refusing release.
“Chup! Chuuuuurp! Lick, lick!”
“Uugh! Ugh! Urk!”
He mashed his face in with abandon, slurping her tender inner membranes deep while swirling his tongue round and round. Already hypersensitive, her ravaged depths sent her legs thrashing like a seizure across the floor. To punish her flailing, he hoisted his hips high and slammed down cock-first.
Thwack!
“Guugh!”
A dull, wet smack like striking a mud-filled balloon erupted from Jeong Hyang's face. The mind-shattering pain of his cock spearing her face and throat triggered retching. Her wildly kicking legs twisted unnaturally, quivering. They embodied the tug-of-war: instinct raging in pain and shame, reason knowing resistance meant another brutal thrust down her throat.