Sweet as Jelly
Erina, and me.
Mwah.
"Mmm♡"
The moment my lips touched hers, Erina let out a soft moan.
Soft. And moist — like a plump little cushion.
This was the first since the frilled young noblewoman had walked out of the shop — and even that one hadn't been a proper kiss, just a light peck gone in an instant. Now, though, man and woman alike were properly tense, and I could truly feel us there, lips against lips, breath against breath.
I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling of Erina's lips pressing soft against my own. Then, as our mouths rubbed a little closer, the gummy bear she'd been holding got caught in the way.
For Erina, the jelly had only ever been bait to lure me into a kiss — once the kiss actually started, she apparently had no plan for what to do with it, because she just kept holding it in her mouth. I wondered what to do about that, then decided to simply bring it over to my side. I applied a gentle suction, the way you'd slurp up a noodle, and the jelly slid easily into my mouth.
"Hup."
Slurp. Slurp.
With the obstacle gone, Erina's kissing grew a little bolder. Half-wondering if it was allowed, I parted my lips and let my tongue slip out just enough to trace the outer curve of hers — and as if she'd been waiting for exactly that, Erina opened up and granted my tongue entry into her mouth.
What incredible initiative. As if to say a mere slave would never dare obstruct whatever her master wished to do. No — if anything, she seemed even more determined than I was to properly tangle tongues with me.
Haa. Her breath — Erina's breath — poured into me. At the same time, my tongue caught the taste of her saliva, sweet, maybe from the jelly. I traced every corner of her mouth, my tongue wandering over hers, over every spot inside.
Whew.
But then, at some point, the gummy bear got tossed back to Erina's side. As if handing back what she'd received, this time her tongue slipped into my mouth.
Mmph.
Somewhere along the way, drool slipped from Erina's side, and neither of us cared in the least. We both figured it didn't matter if we ended up a mess of each other's saliva.
She'd given it back again. Lips still sealed to hers, I cracked my eyes open a sliver — and there was Erina, eyes softly open too, gazing at me with a long, contented smile.
Hehe♡
Maybe because we were trading jelly back and forth, her expression carried a hint of playful mischief. And seeing it woke a mischief of my own. Without breaking the kiss, I shifted the jelly back to my molars and chewed it slow.
Gnaw, gnaw.
Once it was chewed to complete mush, I attacked again — on my offense, her defense — sending the pulped lump across, mixed with my saliva. The reaction came at once.
!
The moment she realized I'd chewed it up and sent it over, Erina's eyes went wide — and then, a beat later, she took it in with obvious delight.
Gulp.
Erina swallowed down, just like that, the lump of jelly I'd chewed and passed over with my spit. Maybe because our mouths were still joined, the sound of her swallow carried to my side, loud and clear.
Adorable.
And so we went on sharing that deep kiss — for minutes, or maybe tens of minutes; there was no telling.
"Haa... haa... haa....."
It felt like it could have gone on for hours if I didn't end it myself, so in the end I had to be the one to pull my mouth away first. Erina gulped down ragged breaths, and the look she gave me had turned far stickier than before.
...Whew.
Erina went on staring at me — at my lips — with a look of something like loss, then picked up the jelly bag sprawled on the picnic mat and asked, "Master... um... would you like more jelly?"
"No."
The kissing was over.
"I'd rather eat you than jelly."
"Ah..... aah.....♡"
The look of someone whose long-awaited moment had finally arrived. But with no experience to guide her, she had no idea what she was actually supposed to do, and began fluttering about in a fluster.
Cute.
"Slowly...."
I took the lead. Gathering her collar, I undid the buttons of her blouse one by one from the top. With each button, a little more of her fair skin came into view, until before I knew it, that deep, deep cleavage so distinctly Erina's was on full display. It was cleavage I saw every day, since I had her wear a rather revealing uniform at the shop — but peeling her open with my own hands made it feel somehow special.
Right away, the large breasts straining against her white bra revealed themselves. To think I'd be looking at Erina's naked body in broad daylight like this, in a spot open on every side, with the cool wind washing over us.
"Master, I..."
"Hmm?"
Erina couldn't calm herself at all, and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Are you shy?" I asked.
I'd assumed she would be. So I'd meant to reassure her — that this was a truly deserted spot, and with grass and flowers blanketing every direction, no one would see us. I'd come here alone now and then in the past to clear my head, and in all that time, save for the rare drover driving his cattle past far beyond that hill, I had never once laid eyes on another person.
But Erina's answer was something else entirely.
"It's just... I've never been with a man before... so I don't know at all what I'm supposed to do..."
"I know."
So she'd steeled herself. And long ago, at that. I'd confirmed her maidenhead with my own eyes more than once — what more was there to say?
"What if I'm no good at it... what if I can't please you, Master...."
"It's fine. Don't fret about any of that. Just give your body over to me. And do whatever you like, too."
"Yes..."
I finished peeling her top off, then drew her skirt down. Her hips were so generously built that even with every clasp undone the skirt wouldn't slide off on its own, so Erina — apparently well-practiced with this particular problem — took hold of the waistband herself and wiggled it down bit by bit.
"I'll... take it off myself."
Sliiide.
The white panties I'd spotted from far up the hillside only moments ago now stood revealed before my eyes. The one difference from before: the part where they met her womanhood was soaked clean through.
So very wet, this Erina of mine.
That settled it beyond doubt. I'd confirmed it before, but Erina ran extremely wet from her pussy when she was aroused. Last time, her juices had flowed out in a steady stream, enough to soak the table she lay on — we'd both forgotten all about it until Erina later discovered the dried stain and wiped it up in a hurry before Goat saw it.
Click.
While I was admiring the soaked sight below, Erina reached up and unhooked her bra herself. One-handed, at that. By now she had all but mastered the art of undoing her own bra, and a heartbeat later, two enormous, melon-like breasts burst free of their massive cups.
Boing.
With the shaping bra gone, gravity tugged her breasts down ever so slightly — only natural. If anything, it was remarkable they held this shape at all with nothing supporting them; even to me, a complete novice in the ways of a woman's body, it seemed a small miracle.
Pale-pink areolas and grape-sized nipples shimmered right before my eyes. To think I was only now getting to suck on them.
Firmly. Like cupping an enormous steamed bun, I laid my palm over Erina's right breast and kneaded it like dough. Touching alone, naturally, wasn't about to satisfy me.
Chomp.
"Aah♡"
I took her left breast — her nipple — into my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue. Her nipples weren't on the small side, so playing with them in my mouth exactly as I intended, on tongue power alone, took a little effort.
Delicious.
This was something I could have done that very first night, in the carriage, when I brought Erina home from the slave market and became her master. But I hadn't. And I had waited, all this time. Until she came to know me well enough. Until she offered me her lips of her own accord and grew so aroused she soaked herself.
Chup. Chuuup. Chuuup. Chup. Chuuup.
For a good while, like a little kid, I alternated between her left breast and her right, sucking away. Perhaps she remembered my words — give your body over to me, do as you like — because Erina knelt on the picnic mat, laid my head down upon it, and leaned her upper body low so her breasts hung at just the right height for my mouth.
This softness. This squish.
Naturally, my hand found the breast my mouth couldn't reach, touching it, pressing it, kneading it as I pleased. Later on I squeezed harder, working the flesh roughly, but Erina only let out sweet, pleased moans — not a single sound of pain.
Sucking on these huge tits in the middle of a pasture this vast reminded me of two years back in Greenhill, when I'd briefly taken that odd job the local women mostly did — milking cows. I'd been thirsty that time too, and while milking like this I'd secretly drunk some straight from the source... These were every bit as big as a real cow's udder, but alas, no delicious milk came out of them.
That part was a small shame.
"Haa... Master... it feels so good..."
"Good?"
"Yes... please, let me serve you too, Master... please allow me to serve you♡"
Come to think of it, while I'd stripped Erina down to nothing but her panties, I hadn't taken off so much as my own shirt. I stood and undressed. Erina helped me out of my top, my bottoms, even my socks, folding each piece into a neat stack beside the picnic basket.
"Haa... haa... haaa... What do I do? My heart is beating so fast."
This really was Erina's first time. Her first kiss, her first time having a man suck her breasts — and what she was about to experience now would be a first as well. Nothing else could explain these reactions. This faint trembling, this breathlessness, every last response of tension and arousal and anticipation at the sight of a naked man — so utterly unlike the reactions of women with experience.
With Erina still kneeling, I took hold of the waistband of my black drawers to pull them down — and her hands came down over mine.
"I-I want to... be the one to take them off♡"
"Go ahead."
Erina stared, without so much as a blink, at the line of my cock, fully erect and tenting up against the fabric. I was leaking too, precum dampening the tip, and Erina — apparently delighted by it — pressed the tip of her nose to that spot and sniffed at my cock's scent like a puppy for a good long while.
Not a shred of shame in her. Pure instinct, this one. How on earth had a girl like this gone her whole life without ever once being with a man?
After enjoying the scent to her heart's content, she slowly drew my underwear down.
Sproing!
Like a compressed spring released in a cartoon, my fully erect cock sprang out in front of Erina's face.
"Ah."
A drop of precum clinging to my tip flicked loose and splashed by her left eye, though Erina didn't seem to notice. But wiping it now would break the mood, so I left her to do as she pleased, resolving to clean it up for her later.
Perhaps this was her first proper look at a fully erect cock since that furtive glimpse back then — she panted softly, tilting her head this way and that, studying my hard length from every angle, left and right, top to bottom.
Erina's hot breath washed over my glans. Then a gust of wind swept down from the hill and rolled over both our naked bodies.
What an incredible sense of freedom!
It felt great.
Tap.
At last the slit at the tip of my glans touched the end of her nose, and a strand of clear precum stretched out long as melted cheese from the tip of her nose. With that as the starting signal, Erina carefully brought her hands to my manhood — with both hands, as if handling some precious, delicate piece of glasswork. One cupped my balls while the other gently closed around my shaft.
"It's so warm. I can feel your pulse, Master — thump, thump."
"I'm nervous too."
"Oh, honestly...♡"
To loosen up, I flexed my cock. It bobbed up and down with the effort, and Erina startled so badly she let go of me entirely.
"Oh my — it moved! Yours, Master! I think it's alive!"
Alive. Funny way to put it. My cock wasn't some eel at the fish market.
"Men can make it move like that."
"Really? How amazing..."
She gazed in rapture at my cock as it swayed like it was greeting her, and when another bead of precum welled up at the tip, she smacked her lips lightly.
"May I suck it? Please, let me be of service to you, Master—"
"Yes."
I didn't want to hear the words 'in your service,' so I cut her off and answered on the spot. Erina hesitated a moment, then carefully parted her lips and softly took the precum-beaded tip of my cock into her mouth, the way you'd nibble at something sweet.
Beautiful.
Every single moment of Erina's is beautiful, but her like this — utterly naked, my cock between her lips — is the most beautiful of all.