The First Wife's Midnight Training
The trainee's desperate cry echoed into the darkness. "Hngh... Ah, no... It's coming...!" But Masa didn't stop. If anything, his words seemed to spur her on. She gripped his thighs tightly and increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down with frantic intensity.
"Slurp! Shlup! Shuuuuuck!" The powerful suction felt like a vacuum cleaner. Her experienced tongue relentlessly teased the tip of his urethra with masterful precision. Hans's hips bucked upward. "Ugh, uwaaah...!" It felt like his brain was burning white-hot. A tingling electric current raced up his spine and slammed into the top of his skull. He couldn't hold back. No—it was impossible to hold back.
"It's... it's coming! Ngh!" Spurt! Spluuuurt! Hans's body arched like a bow. His massive shaft erupted like a volcano deep inside Masa's mouth. Thick, hot semen poured endlessly down her throat.
"Mmm...!" Masa winced slightly as the forceful jets battered her uvula, but she didn't pull away. Gulp. Gulp. The bitter, scorching liquid slid down her throat. She took everything he had to give, as if determined to swallow not just his seed but his very soul.
"Haa... Haa..." Hans collapsed onto the bed, his vision spinning and his fingertips numb. It felt like his soul had been sucked right out of him.
Masa, her mouth still full of his cum, slowly lifted her head. In the moonlight, her face looked almost dreamlike. The mixture of white saliva and semen dripping from the corner of her lips gave off a strange, glossy sheen. She smiled seductively, then—right in front of his eyes—swallowed it all with an audible gulp.
"It tastes good, Hans," she purred, licking her lips. Her crimson tongue cleaned every last drop from the corners of her mouth.
"M-Masa... What the hell was that..." Hans stammered, caught between panic, fear, and the lingering haze of pleasure.
But Masa gave him no time to catch his breath. "We're not done yet, are we?" Her gaze drifted down to his lower body. Even after climaxing, his cock stood proudly erect, still raging with need. The boundless recovery power of a man in his early twenties was truly beyond imagination. Or perhaps it was Masa's rich, devoted service that kept him from softening.
"Oh my, still so lively," she laughed with clear satisfaction. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the bed. The hem of her sheer slip fluttered, revealing the full curves of her voluptuous thighs and hips.
"W-wait! Masa!" Hans tried to scoot backward, but his back was already pressed against the headboard. He was a mouse trapped in a cage.
Masa reached for the waistband of her panties. The thin fabric slid down effortlessly. Finally, she dropped heavily onto his pelvis.
"Hans, we've already seen everything there is to see between us," she whispered. She grasped his rock-hard pillar with one hand and aimed it at her dripping entrance. The wet, scorching heat kissed the tip of his glans.
"Here it comes."
She slowly lowered her hips. Squish.
"Uuuugh!" A moan that sounded almost like a scream tore from Hans's throat. It was burning hot—like being plunged into molten lava. Masa's inner walls clamped down with ferocious tightness. Perhaps because she'd been starved for so long, her body refused to let the intruder go, gripping him with terrifying strength and leaving no space unfilled.
"Haaang...!" Masa threw her head back with a cry of ecstasy. So full. That overwhelming sense of completeness as he stretched her to her limits. The emptiness that had haunted both her body and heart since her husband's death was now completely filled by Hans's enormous, blazing presence.
"It's... too big... Hans..." She panted, grinding her hips in slow circles. Every ridge and fold inside her scraped along his shaft, stimulating him mercilessly.
Hans was losing his mind. He'd already been pushed to the edge by her blowjob. And now this—her riding him in cowgirl position right away.
"M-Masa! I'll pull out! Just wait...!"
"No." Her refusal was absolute. She clamped her thighs around his hips and slammed her ass down with deliberate force. Smack! Smack! The obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out shamelessly.
"Huaaang! It feels so good! Hans!" Masa had already lost all reason. She bucked like a wild animal, moaning loudly. The strap of her sheer slip slipped down, fully exposing one heavy breast. The way it bounced in the moonlight, pale and full with a stiff red nipple, completely overwhelmed Hans's senses.
Sight, sound, touch. Every sensation was swept away by waves of pleasure.
"Ugh, ngh! I'm... I'm gonna cum again!" Hans's eyes rolled back. It hadn't even been a full minute since he'd entered her. Premature ejaculation? No. This was entirely because Masa's pussy was too perfect.
"Masa! I'm really about to cum! Is it okay if I don't pull out?!"
She raked her nails across his chest and cried out, "Of course! Fill me up... completely!" Her walls rippled and squeezed his glans like a hungry mouth.
"Uwaaaaagh!" His second climax hit. Spluuuurt! Splurt! Another torrent of hot semen gushed out like a waterfall, battering the entrance to her womb and scattering the seeds of life deep inside her.
"Huuuung!" Masa's eyes rolled back as she reached her own peak. Her body convulsed violently. Her inner walls contracted and relaxed in rhythmic waves, milking every last drop from him without mercy.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..." The two of them remained tangled together, breathing hard. The room was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, sweat, and sex.
Hans stared blankly at the ceiling. What the hell did I just do? And when she said it was fine if I didn't pull out... does that mean today's a safe day?
He'd cum twice in the blink of an eye. It really did feel like his soul had been completely drained.
Masa buried her face in his chest and giggled softly. "You're so cute... Hans..." She was drunk on satisfaction. Pregnancy? She didn't care. In fact, she welcomed it. If it was the child of this young, virile male, she would gladly give birth and raise it.
But then—Hans's cock refused to die. Even after two climaxes, the brief moment of weakness passed, and it began to twitch and swell again inside her. Masa's eyes widened at the sensation of him growing hard once more while still buried deep inside her.
"Oh my? Goodness..." She licked her lips and gave her hips a little experimental roll. Just as another round of passion was about to ignite—
Knock knock.
The sound shattered the silence. Both Hans and Masa froze instantly.
"Hans, are you asleep? It's me. I couldn't put off your training any longer, so I came."
The voice from beyond the door belonged to the Security Chief, Karen.
"Mmph?!" Hans tried to scream, but Masa quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Shh." She pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We can't get caught, can we?"
Outside the door stood Karen. Inside, she and Hans were joined as one. How thrillingly sinful. Masa trembled with wicked excitement. Without a word, she began moving her hips again.
Squelch. Squelch.
The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the quiet room.
"Mmph! Mmmph!" Hans's eyes bulged. She's crazy. This woman is definitely insane. There was someone right outside! And not just anyone—the Security Chief!
But Masa didn't stop. If anything, she shook her ass even more boldly, as if savoring the risk.
"Hans! I know you're in there! I saw the light on!" Karen rattled the doorknob and pounded on the door. "Don't tell me you're doing special training alone with Masa! What are you doing, leaving me out?!"
The loud banging and vibrations paradoxically stimulated Hans even more. The terror of possibly being discovered, the unbearable tension—it acted like the world's strongest aphrodisiac, melting his brain.
"Hngh... Mmph...! Hans... you're so big...!" Masa deliberately let her moans slip out.
Hans reached his limit. "Ugh, mmph!!" His body jerked upward once more. A third climax. Spluuuurrrt! The volume was unbelievable. Hans tore at the bedsheets with a completely dazed expression.
Only then did the thoroughly satisfied Masa release his mouth. She slowly rose from his body. Schlorp. As they separated, a thick mixture of his semen and her juices trickled down her thighs. She quickly pulled on her panties, straightened her clothes, and gently covered the exhausted Hans with the blanket.
"You worked hard, Hans," she said with a wink, then opened the door.
Her eyes met Karen's, who was standing right outside. Karen stood there in a daze. The thick scent wafting from the room and Masa's flushed face told their own story.
Masa gave her a victorious, wicked smile before sauntering down the hallway without a care.
"......"
Karen stared blankly at the closed door for a moment, then slowly entered the room. " Masa looked quite pleased... but you seem utterly exhausted."
She nodded as she looked at Hans sprawled on the bed. "As expected, the one teaching expends far more energy."
She was completely serious. She firmly believed that Hans had just conducted 'intense training instruction.' Karen securely locked the door with a heavy click. Then she walked to the window and meticulously lowered the blinds. Perfect isolation. Having spied on him before, she was determined to prevent anyone else from doing the same.
The room plunged into darkness, lit only by the soft glow of a lantern.
"However, I cannot give up," Karen declared with solemn resolve. "Hans, please instruct me in training as well!"
Srrrr. Without hesitation, she unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor with a soft thud.
"K-K... Karen! What are you doing?!" Hans yelped in panic.
But Karen didn't stop. Her long, smooth legs came into view, followed by simple white cotton panties. With a grave expression, she hooked her fingers into the waistband.
"What are you saying! I may be embarrassed, but for the sake of training, I can do anything!"
A knight's striptease. Even though Hans had just fought a three-round battle with Masa and was in the middle of his refractory period, he instinctively swallowed hard.
Beneath the blanket, his junior—which had been lying dormant like it was dead—began to twitch with renewed vigor. A fourth erection.
Karen slid her panties down to her ankles and kicked them aside.
"......"
Hans's eyes widened. A neat, modest pussy modestly covered by soft golden pubic hair. Unlike Masa's rich sensuality, it possessed a pure, almost mystical charm.
"Hans. Masa is a civilian, but I am a warrior," Karen said, her face flushed but her eyes burning with determination as she stared straight at him. "Please focus. Teach me that... turbid energy emission technique as soon as possible."
Hans let out a deep sigh. He'd given up. The misunderstanding had already crossed a river too wide to ever return from. Whatever. No matter what I do, she'll just believe it's all training.
He kicked off the blanket. Seeing him completely naked from the waist down, Karen didn't know where to look and grew flustered. But she didn't turn away. After all, she had come as a disciple seeking instruction.
"I'm ready, Karen."
She stood at attention before him, straight as a spear. Hans knelt down, like a pilgrim facing a sacred shrine. Between her legs, beneath the light golden thicket, lay a secret garden. He swallowed hard. The sound of saliva sliding down his dry throat seemed unusually loud.
This was a woman's pussy. When Masa had forced herself on him, he'd been too overwhelmed to truly look. Now, for the first time, he faced this unknown territory.
With trembling hands, he carefully parted the delicate petals.
"Hngh..."
At Karen's tiny moan, the shyly hidden crimson interior was revealed. The glistening mucous membrane was already slightly wet, and at the entrance stood the firm proof of her purity—her hymen.
Hans unconsciously held his breath. It was beautiful. More beautiful than any jewel or work of art in the world.
Can women... also ejaculate like men? Hans wondered. Men released semen, but women? That squirting I've only seen in adult videos... should I aim for that?
He made up his mind.
"It's possible for women too, but it's a bit more difficult. Please lie down on the bed. And you'll need to spread your legs as well."