Her Shy Sex Lesson (5)
Her hands clenched tight around my ass, fingers digging in with sudden force.
"Aahh...!"
A pleading moan tore from her lips. That nasal, coquettish whimper — half tease, half desperation — sent the urge to come surging all the way to the head of my cock.
"Ah... I can't hold it anymore...!"
"Don't...! Just a little more!"
Both of us poured every last scrap of concentration into those final thrusts. My mind went white in an instant, blood rushing hard into my cock.
"Aahh...!"
She was on the verge of tears. Her back arched as though she'd reached the peak, her neck tipping back, and her breasts bounced wildly with every stroke.
"Nngh...!"
I couldn't hold the climax any longer and tried to pull my hips away — but her hands seized my ass and yanked me into her.
"Haah... nngh..."
"Hah—!"
We both cried out at the same time. From the tip of my cock, even more cum than before came flooding out in waves, pulse after thick pulse, and her pussy began to fill to the brim. It was my first time coming inside anyone, and I could barely keep my head on straight.
"Haah..."
She lay there with her mouth open, feeling every drop of my cum flood into her body. Just as my heat transferred into her, she was warming the semen packed inside her cunt, holding it there.
"Hahk... hoo..."
A ragged breath tore from my mouth. Those last frantic thrusts had driven in and out of her dozens of times, and she still seemed to be riding the aftershocks of my cock pounding into her dripping pussy. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were open, but they weren't focused on anything.
After emptying every last drop into her, I collapsed onto her chest. Her full, rounded breasts pressed against mine, nipples still standing stiff and pointing at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry..."
I felt like I ought to apologize. I'd come deep inside her without even wearing a condom — she might have been shocked.
"Haa... haa... For what?"
She was still staring at the ceiling, panting.
"I came... inside..."
"If that's all, don't worry about it..."
"What?"
"It felt even better...?"
She said it with a little smile. That innocent, bright grin made her look just like a college girl.
"Really?"
"Of course... But from now on, you have to come outside."
"Y-yes? Wait—"
I barely even heard the part about coming outside. From now on. From now on? She'd clearly promised there would be a next time.
Those words made me want to jump for joy. I'd been secretly worried that today might be the last time I'd ever have her. The truth was, what happened today had been a miracle. Seongdae's shocking spiral, ending up here with her, a motel room with just the two of us — so many coincidences had stacked on top of each other to make this possible. It had taken that many accidents lining up to create a day like this. And now she was promising a next time.
That was trust. Faith she was placing in me. And more than anything, it meant today's encounter hadn't been bad for her — no, that she'd actually been satisfied. I let myself carefully draw that conclusion.
I lay down beside her again. Her full breasts stood proud, showing off their bounce, and I reached out naturally and started kneading them.
"You're so sexy."
"You... that's embarrassing..."
She covered her chest, but she didn't stop my hands. I savored the springy give of her breasts and started circling her nipples with my thumb.
"Haah..."
The afterglow was still with her — a moan slipped out on reflex. I wondered just how long she'd gone without, how long it had been since she'd last had sex.
"How long has it really been...?"
"Mm... I honestly can't even remember."
"A year?"
"No. A little longer."
"What?"
I was genuinely stunned. She had what you'd call a blessed body — that slim waist, those curving hips, those lush breasts and pale skin. Her looks could hold their own against any college girl in the neighborhood.
"Doesn't that drive you crazy, going that long?"
"Well... when you're busy with housework, it just... passes."
"Then what you said earlier — was that true too?"
"What?"
"That I was the first person besides your husband since you got married..."
I asked her with an innocent face. Buried in that question was the hope that I really was the only one.
"You, asking about every little thing now~"
She laughed and made as if to give me a playful knock on the head. But I didn't back down. I wanted to hear her answer all the way through.
"Come on~ Tell me."
"You really want to know?"
"Of course!"
She hesitated, as if she couldn't decide whether to say it.
"The truth is..."
I swallowed hard at those words.
"Dongho, you really are the first."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean, there were a few times I almost slipped up, but going this far... you're the first."
"I'm honored. Truly."
"God... that's embarrassing."
The way she laughed, shy and flustered, was genuinely beautiful. With looks like hers, it was no surprise men would try their luck. She barely looked like she was in her early thirties — there were more than enough guys who'd make a move. Married men, neighbors, old classmates, people at gatherings — I could easily imagine how many of them wanted a night with her.
How many temptations had she endured? A surge of irritation rose in me for no good reason, and I pinched her nipple.
"Ow, gently...~"
A coquettish, sweet little whine spilled from her lips. It was a tone I never would have imagined from her usual image. Jealousy flared again — this time at Seongdae's Father, who got to hear that voice every day. He had no idea how lucky he was, how blessed he was to live with her...
I remembered last night, the way he'd lain on the couch and given her those indifferent, half-hearted answers even when she tried to talk to him. She must have been begging him for love. From now on, I was going to quench that thirst. I was going to make her pussy well up and overflow.
The image of her writhing, too turned on to control herself, sent blood rushing back to my cock.
Already...?
The power of love was something else. Even at my age, with all that stamina, three times in a row should have been impossible. But against every expectation, my cock slowly started to lift its head.
"Oh my..."
Surprise burst from her lips again. Now she was beaming. She stared at my cock with a look of wonder, a proud little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"It's getting hard again...?"
"Yes. Because you're so sexy, ma'am."
"No, really... this is a first."
"What is?"
"Doing it back-to-back like this..."
She turned her head away, looking embarrassed. But I saw it clearly — a pleased smile hanging on her lips. She already looked more than ready to take my cock again.
"Hoo..."
I took a steadying breath and climbed down her body. Her firm thighs and the sleek line of her calves filled my vision. I started slowly licking the inside of her thighs, and as my tongue worked its way firmly between them, her legs began to fall open.
"Nnhaah..."
A gut-wrenching moan spilled from her. As those pale thighs parted, the flushed pink flesh deep in her pussy came into view. I slowly worked my way inward along her thighs, the texture of my tongue caressing her soft skin, seeking deeper, further inside.
The entrance to her pussy, after dozens of thrusts, was still wet. Whether it was my cum or the juices she'd just spilled, that moisture was waiting to welcome my tongue. As I licked down the tender inside of her thigh, she started squirming.
I wondered what kind of face she was making. I lifted my head, tongue still out, and looked up at her.
"Do you want it...?"
".....Haah..."
"If you don't answer, I'll stop."
"Do it...."
"Do what?"
"Suck it..."
"Suck what?"
"My.... pussy...."
I kept pressing her, stubborn, until I got the answer I wanted. Hearing the word pussy come out of that refined face made me feel like we'd gotten even closer. I didn't need to play coy anymore either.
I buried my head between her plump thighs and brought my nose close to her pussy, inhaling. A strange, intoxicating scent was coming from her entrance. I breathed it in a few times, savoring it, then pressed my tongue flush against her in earnest.
"Aahh...!"
The moment my long tongue sealed itself over the mouth of her pussy, she started letting out feverish moans. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle them.
"Mmh..."
My tongue traveled over her folds and started working her clit. That slightly protruding bud told me this was the spot. She grabbed a fistful of my hair.
"Suck harder..."
I licked her again, firmer, wetter.
"Harder!"
Rough, desperate demands came flooding from her, already lost in it.