The Married Woman Melting at My Fingertips

"Huuu, huuung, huuuuut.....!"

Of course. She'd only had 27 sexual experiences by age 36. Once you've tasted meat, you never forget the flavor. The more ascetic your life, the easier it is to succumb to pleasure.

The ecstasy I delivered wasn't mild enough for Kim Youngae, who'd lived so far removed from sexual bliss, to withstand.

'She's still thinking about her husband.'

This pisses me off.

'Gotta wipe that husband from her mind.'

I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Haa. Ma'am, your moans are too loud. Guess I have no choice."

I stripped off her panties, the annoying scrap of fabric.

"No.... Mmph!"

I shoved the freshly removed panties straight into Kim Youngae's gaping mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as the oil-soaked, drenched-in-her-juices fabric filled her mouth.

"This is a special service, just this once."

I added my pinky, forcing her to chew properly. I curled my fingers slightly, brushing her upper wall—the G-spot. With my fingertips grazing it, I scraped hard.

"Hwaaaaaang!!!"

Her hips bucked wildly, and I felt a gush of fluids surging against my palm. One hand yanked her milk-heavy breast, twisting the flesh, while the other rubbed her pussy lips, index and ring fingers plunging rapidly into her hole.

"If you call this a massage an 'caress,' I might as well give you the real thing. It's all because of you, ma'am. Proper touch makes it way more effective, right?"

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"Mmph. Hmph. Huuump....!"

Her protests died, muffled by the panty stuffing her mouth.

"Mmph! Huuung! Huuuung!"

"What's that? Fingers aren't enough? Got it."

I ignored her desperate head-shaking and lowered my head. I pushed her thighs apart with both hands. She resisted fiercely, but she couldn't match my strength. I was done tiptoeing around her today. My arms forced her legs wide.

I shoved my head between them, peering at her pussy.

'......!'

For a mid-thirties married woman, it was remarkably clean. No sex for years, huh? Explains it. Her profile said less than 30 times in 11 years of marriage.

'Basically a virgin.'

Age showed a bit, though—the color was darker, with a faint ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tangy whiff of female hormones.

'I'll fix the color later with reality correction.'

A pale pink married pussy. Just imagining it got me hard. I spread her lips with my fingers. Her tiny pee hole and the flood-gushing pussy hole below.

Knowing my fingertips caused this sight sent my excitement skyrocketing; my shoulders twitched with pride. Men thrive on a woman's arousal for them—it amplifies the mental high proportionally.

She kept thrashing, so I wrapped my arms around her thighs, locking her in place. Her pussy was now inches from my face. Scorching heat radiated. Her mind denied it, but her long-dormant lust burned hot.

I planted a light kiss on her outer lips.

"Hut! Huuump, huuuump!!"

'Still resisting? Time to break her.'

I flicked my tongue into the folds.

"Hubbubuuump!!!"

A muffled moan exploded from her panty-stuffed mouth—hilariously distorted.

'Next, the clit.'

I slid my tongue up, finding the nub.

'A bit big.'

Like her nipples, her clit was larger than most women I'd known. Not grotesquely so, but thinking of it as a married woman's swollen clit made it lewd as hell. I scraped it up and down like swiping a card reader.

Her body jerked upward.

"Hubuuuump!!!!"

Her reaction was explosive, so I focused there.

"Hump, huuut, hub, hubuuut!!"

She was still writhing, but now it meant overwhelming pleasure, not resistance. I dipped lower; the dip sucked my tongue deep.

'Vagina starts here.'

I thrust my tongue hard inside.

"Hubwaaaat, hubooook!!!..!!"

She clenched to block me; I stabbed like a knight's spear. The gate's defense crumbled—her crotch soaked, my face drenched. Victory.

I pulled back; she hugged my head.

"Ubbup...."

I pulled the panties from her mouth.

"You were still biting them? I didn't even tie your hands—why?"

I'd expected shame, but her status stayed the same. No room for embarrassment amid the pleasure. As ecstasy faded, relief washed over her.

She thought the session ended. Her crotch was a mess—pussy juices pooling, soaking the sheets in a wide circle.

I dropped my pants. My cock, swollen long ago, sprang free. I positioned between her legs, aiming at her pussy.

"Ah, what are you— Eut."

She yelped in alarm but quieted as my glans touched her folds.

The scorching heat from my cock stole her words. As the glans parted her and advanced, she snapped back.

"Ah, no. Don't put it in. Please."

I ignored her pleas, thrusting my hips slowly. Her body trembled violently. Anticipation? Or guilt and revulsion? After melting her this much, if it was the latter, it'd sour the mood. Honestly, I avoided her status, lacking confidence.

'Plenty of foreplay—no pain even if I go fast.'

This soaked, loosened pussy could handle my monster cock easily. I adjusted lower, perfectly aligned, and slammed in.

"Huuuak!!"

My glans buried deep in one go; she screamed like she'd swallowed fire. No Love Weapon yet—the first penetration raw, her pure reaction what I craved. Even loosened, faint pain twisted her face. Guilt, shame, humiliation. Subtle satisfaction and pleasure. All swirled in her expression.

Watching her, conquest surged through me. An 80-point beauty, 21st-floor rarity—first time for her. After months of effort, I'd breached her iron gates and claimed her.

'Over 100 women fucked, and she was the toughest.'

Now she lay under me, cock spearing her pussy. Dreamlike, yet real. Achievement and fulfillment ignited my body.

As I savored the moment, she adapted; anger flickered in her status. She glared.

"What the hell is this? I trusted you. How could you?"

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Unprecedented pleasure erupted at her cervix; she wailed.

"Hahaaaaang!!!"

No pleasure nerves there normally. But Love Weapon turned it into an ecstasy generator. Feeling the impossible, she hallucinated it burning.

I hugged her thrashing body.

"Part of the groin massage. Think of it as a massage wand working your insides."

Lame excuse now—just fuel for my arousal. I pulled back till the glans showed, then slammed deep.

"Huuuuk! Hwaaak!"

Her wrinkled walls and protruding ridges scraped my glans, blasting pleasure to my brain. As expected—a legendary pussy.

"Ma'am, your insides are so tense. All bumpy. Haven't used it in ages, huh? Lots of knots."

Another thrust.

"Uhhuuuk!!!"

"I'll loosen every bit."

'Till no other man feels a thing in this pussy.'

My reward for patience.