The Second Night, Part 3
“There, now you’ve finally settled down a bit. Well then...”
The magistrate finally pulled his mouth away from Jeong Hyang’s now-subdued pussy and thrust in a thick finger all at once.
Squelch!
“Guhk!”
Jeong Hyang’s toes curled tight from the alien sensation of the finger burrowing deep into her lower belly, drawing her inward. His fingers were as thick as his massive build suggested, giving the illusion of a small cock being shoved inside her.
“Clenching so tight around me—what a superb pussy. But it’s so narrow; how could anyone even fuck it like this? I’ll have to widen the path a little first.”
The magistrate loved how her walls gripped his finger like they were trying to pull it out, but it was too damn tight. Among all the countless women he’d embraced, this was the narrowest, so before the main event, he began pistoning roughly to loosen her up a bit.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Hngh! Mmph! K-Kuh, kuhuuuuh! Uhngh!”
A wet, sloppy sound like copulation itself started bursting from between the widow’s thighs. His fingers truly gouged her like they were plowing a furrow, scraping at her tight inner walls. Every night, dosed with monghwancho and fucked by her son, her body had unconsciously memorized the sensation—and now it bloomed fully, surging forth. The shame of feeling pleasure from such a disgusting beast made her thrash again, but the magistrate pinned her down harder with his full weight.
“Hngh?!”
As punishment for her feeble resistance, her entire face was smothered by his lower body in a horrifying blanket. The revulsion alone turned her stomach, but the real problem was she couldn’t breathe.
‘B-Breath...! I can’t... breathe...!’
Her mouth was stuffed with cock, her nose crushed under the folds of his flesh. Oblivious or uncaring, the magistrate focused every nerve on the widow’s pussy right in front of him, thrusting away.
Squelch! Squish! Squelch!
“Oh! Ohhh! Here it comes! Out with it!”
Ignoring how she was pinned so hard she couldn’t breathe, he thrilled at the clear dew of her juices trickling out from her twitching, trembling pussy.
“No matter how haughty the bitch, piston her like this and they all squirt like fountains. Even you’re no different! Heh heh heh heh!”
“...!!!! ...! ....!!!”
Unaware of her silent screams raging like a storm, he ravaged her pussy even more brutally, digging deep. Whether from the forced pleasure crashing over her or some primal instinct to breed before death, she shuddered harder, gushing more nectar.
Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!
Not even at climax, yet her gaping pussy vomited clear juices like it was retching. Ignoring her legs sweeping the straw mat like a broom in desperate screams for mercy, the magistrate fixated solely on the hole between her thighs.
“What a waste to spill this on the floor.”
He began slurping up the gushing nectar greedily. Unintentionally, his rough beard stubble rasped against her hypersensitive, swollen clit.
“....!!!!!!”
Shudder shudder shudder!!!
Her legs, thrashing wildly across the floor, tensed with bulging tendons, quivering before going still. The rasp of his scratchy beard on her most sensitive spot shattered the dam of her near-climax in one go.
Spiiiish!!!
“Hngh?!”
Without warning, a gush of squirt hit him like a water blast to the face. Her pussy clenched his probing fingers like it wanted to sever them, while her ecstatic mouth—still stuffed with cock—sucked like it meant to wring out cum that wasn’t even there yet.
“Kuhk?!”
Unable to hold back against the vacuum seal sucking every inch of his cock, he erupted thick semen.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
“...! ...!!!! ...!!”
In her fading consciousness, Jeong Hyang felt the bitter waves of semen flooding straight down her throat into her body. The foreign fullness of the cock stuffing her mouth, combined with the blissful heat cramping her belly, tensed her from head to toe. In her vanishing awareness, she thought it fortunate her mouth was blocked by cock. Otherwise, she’d have screamed so loud it would echo through the gwansa to her son somewhere— an unbearable climax she’d never known ravaged her entire body.
Spish! Splurt! Splurt!Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Each squirt made the bitch under the stud convulse like she was in seizure. The ejaculating male, lost in ecstasy, didn’t notice her limbs slackening as asphyxiation set in, pouring all his focus into his orgasm.
“Hngh, hngh... haaaaaah...”
In the throes of bliss from her mouth sucking like it would rip his cock off, he let out lazy, soul-draining moans. His face, slick with her juices, gleamed with ugly lust—utterly pathetic.
Splurt, splurt... spiiiish... Glurk! Glurk! Glurk, glurk...
Crushed under flesh, she’d emptied every drop of fluid from her body; the squirting from between her thighs finally tapered off. Wanting to savor the afterglow longer, he shoved his cock deeper into her smothered face, milking the last drop.
Sweat trickled down his fat body, drip drip, staining the widow beneath with his scent. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Her tensed limbs finally splayed limp across the floor, all movement ceased. Even rigor mortis seemed denied to the female body crushed under his bulk.
How long did he bask in the euphoric afterglow like that? In the chilling silence, a sudden trickling sound broke through.
Drip, driiiiple.
“Hm?”
Still lost in post-nut haze, he noticed sour-smelling liquid pouring from right under his nose. The pale yellow fluid was utterly different from the nectar splashed on the straw.
“Hahaha! You slut. First real man in ages, and you flood the place.”
Unable to breathe, her consciousness snapped; limbs gone slack, she’d pissed herself. The once-elegant, haughty widow’s shameful incontinence satisfied his twisted conqueror’s lust. Eager to see her broken properly, he heaved his bulk up, freeing the pitiful widow from under his flesh.
“Puhak...!”
As his cock popped from her mouth, a cork uncorking echoed crisply. Thick semen poured from her plugged mouth and nose, drip drip.
Driiiiple, drip, driiip...
The magistrate gazed down contentedly at the widow sprawled limp, pissing herself. Her black hair soaked and tangled in bodily fluids, her face showing only whites like she might be dead—it was wretched. Every orifice oozed thick cum down her skin, staining her; her swollen breasts heaved slick with sweat through the torn jeogori and undergarments. The faint rise and fall of her chest subtly proved she lived.
“You were like this last night too—limp after just one round? Tch tch.”
He kneaded her sweat-slick breasts, eyeing the obscenely gaping slit between her thighs. Her inner legs gleamed with juices and piss, wafting an indescribable lewd musk. The white steam rising in the cold night air was so humiliating, she’d have bitten her tongue in suicide if she saw.
“Jeong Hyang. Jeong Hyang. I won’t break your precious chastity tonight, but play along a bit longer.”
The heavy stud mounted her sprawled body once more. He wedged his still-raging cock between her breasts and began thrusting his hips like a piston.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
A sticky, lascivious friction of tits and cock softly echoed through the cell.
“Jeong Hyang. Tonight, I’ll give you and your oh-so-filial son a special gift to wake up to tomorrow morning. Don’t hold back—take it all.”
Imagining her pine-tree resolve crumbling at dawn upon seeing her defiled state, he shook his cock in front of her face. Sane, she’d grimace like she’d devour him in rage—but now she was just a fragile woman ravaged by a male.
To that helpless form, he unleashed thick, fishy gifts in abundance.
“Uhngh...”
Unconscious, she still grimaced and groaned as the stud’s vile white filth splattered her face.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Even after drenching her disgusted face, he lingered, groping and soiling her fainted body thoroughly.
“Hoo... That’s enough for tonight. The joy of shattering your virtue and receiving your service—I’ll save for tomorrow.”
Ending hours of violation, he admired the widow dangling limp over the cell edge before departing. The empty cell held only the woman steeped in male lust—literally cum-soaked. Covered head to toe in semen reeking of night-blooming filth, Jeong Hyang evoked the pathos of a trampled, broken flower.
“......”
Her son, who’d secretly watched it all, crawled from the shadows to gaze down at his defiled mother. His impassive face twisted grotesquely, blooming into a chilling smile steeped in desire. It was no face for beholding his own blood kin.
Leaving his lust-drenched mother abandoned, the son quietly slipped from the cell. The night of brutal ravishment deepened inexorably toward dawn.