The Tyrant Son and the Forbidden Women (5)
A wet, filthy rhythm filled the room. Squelch. Squelch. Thrust. Thrust.
"Aahh... haah..."
A breathless moan spilled from her lips. The lewd friction of my cock plunging into her pussy occupied every inch of the space, and my shaft — hard as stone — began to work her insides as smoothly as if it had found its way home.
"Promise me. Hahh..."
I forced the words out against the squeeze of her pussy around my cock. That clench of hers was a work of art.
"Hahh... Promise what...!?"
"That you'll only have sex with me."
I wanted a firm commitment from her. She had to refuse her husband's advances — no hesitation, no exceptions. Of course, even if she didn't, I would take care of Seongdae's father myself. But I still needed to find a way. Until then, her voluntary refusal was essential.
"Nngh... Okay..."
She was trembling, her thighs shaking as if the pleasure had stripped her of any control over her own body. Every time that massive eight-inch cock stabbed into her, her juices seeped out in a slow, glistening coat along my shaft.
"Hahh... If you do it again... I won't fuck you anymore."
"Aahh... Then... no... don't do that..."
Her head, thrown back, rolled from side to side. The smooth line of her collarbone and the flush spreading across her shoulders lit something raw behind my eyes.
The thought of never having sex with her again was an unimaginable kind of misery — and I knew it would be no different for her. A woman who had already developed a taste for a young, hungry cock was not going to find this pleasure easy to give up.
Hahh... I want this springy little pussy all to myself.
The jealousy pouring out of me was settling, slowly, into something more useful — a plan. Seongdae was not the only thing standing between us. That potbellied bald old man had to go as well. That, too, was a destiny that needed finishing.
Sorry, old man. This woman is mine. I'll take care of it soon enough.
A nameless confidence seemed to surge up from somewhere inside me. After all, the cock currently buried in her pussy was mine.
"Hngh...!"
I put speed into the shaft driving into her, and her hands clamped down hard on my ass. The dense muscle there crushed under her grip and pulled me even tighter against her.
"Hahh... Does it feel good?"
"Hahh... So... good... It's so hard..."
My cock had just finished ravaging the body of a proper schoolteacher. It should have been exhausted. It showed no sign of it. So this was what they meant about youth. Perhaps Suyeon's eye for talent — picking me as one of her players — had been sharper than I'd given her credit for.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I had grown fairly used to having sex with her by now, but the squeeze of her pussy never got familiar, no matter how many times I fucked her. Those innate muscles clenched as if they meant to snap my cock clean off, and they were far firmer than even Mi-kyeong the schoolteacher's. It was a fantasy of a body — that taut, springy lower half of hers, sculpted by endless exercise.
"Aahh..."
I slowly lifted her up onto me. As she climbed astride and began to ride, her ample breasts swayed, and in the pale valley of her cleavage the hickeys I had left behind glistened wetly.
"Hngh...! Nngh...! Hahh...!"
She straddled me and started to grind, up and down. Shame had apparently left the room. She rolled her hips with abandon, her breasts bouncing, and her hands found her own areolae as if they had always known the way — pressing down on her stiff nipples, then gently rolling them to the side. Pink areolae and pinker nipples danced across the swell of her chest. I gripped her hips and matched the circling of her waist, stroke for stroke.
"Hah... hah..."
"Nngh...! Ahh...!"
Cries of pleasure broke from both of us at once. There was nothing forced about the way we fucked. Somewhere along the way we had become each other's most perfectly matched partners, and her pussy was freely, greedily ravaging my cock.
"Hngh... I'm already... about to come..."
My cock answered the rapid circling of her hips. She hadn't even been riding for a few minutes, but the sight of those heavy breasts swaying and her fingers working her own areolae was more filthy a stimulus than most porn stars could manage.
"Aahh... aahh... a little... more..."
She ignored the warning entirely and kept rolling that springy ass up and down. Between the pink inner flesh of her pussy, my dark cock was being sucked in without mercy.
One thing was certain. I was no longer the one devouring her. She was the one devouring me.
I could feel the orgasm rushing up the length of my cock.
Hahh... Why is this happening... Did I have too much sex today...
She had her feet planted on the floor now, legs spread in a wide M as she sat astride me — and then, slowly, she began to stroke my cock up and down.
"Nngh..."
Her eyes were not closed. Her face was flushed a deep, feverish red, and she stared straight into mine, arousal written in every line of it. Watching this elegant, almost demure woman look at me with an expression that filthy was its own kind of shock. Between those M-spread legs, her thick thighs and the dark thatch of her pubic hair were laid completely bare.
She perched that springy ass only halfway down my cock and gently rolled her hips sideways.
"Hahh... haah..."
"Nngh... ah... I love it... It's so filthy..."
"Hngh... You like it? It's dirty when I do it like this, isn't it...?"
"Yes... I love it so much. Ah — I'm gonna come..."
The excitement hit me in a single, crushing wave. I had never had her like this. I had never even imagined her like this.
"What about like this...?"
The ass she had been balancing halfway down my shaft suddenly started slamming up and down in earnest. Both hands clutched her own breasts as she squatted over me and pounded my cock without a shred of mercy.
Holy shit... this is so fucking filthy...
I wanted to spit curses at her right then and there. That was how far the sight of her had pushed me.
"Hahh... hngh...!"
The heat rolling off her body seemed to thicken the air in the room.
"Nngh...!"
"Hahh...!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Watching my cock disappear between those thick thighs, I felt the semen surge up as if it had been waiting for exactly that image.
"I'm... I'm gonna come..."
"Ah... hngh... no...!"
The instant my load started to rise under the grind of her hips, she tried to lift herself off me.
And in that same instant I saw her — pinned beneath potbellied Seongdae's father, taking his load exactly like this. Face flushed, legs spread, being stabbed by that pathetic excuse for a cock.
He would wear a condom, most likely. At his age, he wouldn't want another son like Seongdae. And she would never offer him a position like this. After all those years there would be no love left in whatever passed for sex between them — just a stopgap, a way to bleed off the lust until he squeezed out a single load and called it done.
"Hngh... ah... no...!"
She must have felt my cock twitch inside her. She tried to lift that deeply impaled ass away.
No. That potbellied old man and I are not the same.
She took a position this filthy so naturally because she loved me — truly, more than she had ever loved him. Whatever she felt during sex with her husband was a counterfeit. What she was feeling right now was real. I could read it in the raw, wrecked arousal on her face.
"Nngh...!"
The moment she tried to rise, I seized her spread hips. I put everything I had into my hands so she couldn't move an inch — and I started pumping my semen into her.
"Nngh... ah...!"
"Hngh... hahh...! Ah... no...!"
She felt the hot fluid erupting from my cockhead and tried to wriggle her ass free. It was already too late. My hands, not content with locking her hips, dragged her into my arms. We came like that, sitting upright, locked together for the last of it.
"Aahhng...! Hngh...!"
"Nngh... haah..."
Throb. Throb. Twitch.
I could feel the spurting semen flooding the pink inner flesh of her pussy, shooting upward as if it meant to punch through to her deepest point.
"Ah... no..."
At some point her eyes had fallen shut. It looked as if she were trying to feel the heat of my cock — or perhaps simply savoring the load pouring into her.
"Haah..."
Pulse after pulse of semen filled her, then overflowed, running back down the shaft still buried inside.
"Hngh..."
She shuddered and collapsed against my chest. The full, soft weight of her breasts pressed into me.
"Hahh... hah..."
I caught my breath and held her tight. The feel of that soft skin under my palms made the cock still packing her pussy twitch, stiff as ever.
"Hngh... What are you doing, coming inside me..."
She looked up at me with her face still flushed, the words shaped into something almost coquettish. There was no resentment in her eyes. Her expression was full of nothing but arousal at the cock still filling her.
"It's your punishment for having sex with another man while you have me."
"Hahh... Still... if you come inside... that's really dangerous..."
She clenched down, and a thick rivulet of my semen leaked from the pink flesh of her pussy.
"That's why you need to listen to me. Otherwise I won't fuck you. Understand?"
"Hahh..."
She didn't answer — too embarrassed, maybe — and simply hugged me tighter. Those plump breasts mashed sideways against my chest. The sight of her holding onto that last shiver of pleasure with my semen still inside her was almost painfully lovely.
That's right. She is my woman.
Anyone who stood in the way of what we had would be removed without mercy. I would keep her in my arms and never let her go — so that she served only me, and shared herself only with me.
Which meant I had no choice but to take them out. One by one.
A sharp, sudden idea cut through my mind.
The hickeys I had left still glistened in the valley of her breasts. I lowered my mouth to her neck and sucked another mark into the skin.
"Hahh... Don't..."
The moan that slipped out of her was half protest and half invitation. I looked at the marks I had put on her and quietly arranged the pieces of the plan taking shape behind my eyes.
Just wait a little longer... I'll make it so we can live together.