A Married Woman Belongs to Someone Else (2)
"Wh-what did you just say?"
She heard me perfectly fine, so why was she pretending she hadn't?
Or maybe—maybe she just wanted to hear me say it one more time?
"I said, take off your clothes."
The sudden command caught her off guard. Gone was the languid playboy act from before; what stood there now was something far more forceful—something that bordered on an outright order.
"I've got a cock all worked up because of you, sister-in-law. Gotta do something about it, don't I?"
"If— if that's the problem, you can just take care of it yourself…!"
Having finally confirmed exactly what was pressed against her backside, my sister-in-law spat out that I should go jerk off alone.
Leave a woman built to be held like this behind, and go rub one out by myself in the bedroom? I wasn't a eunuch—who in their right mind would do something that pathetic?
"Just lend me your pussy for a bit, sister-in-law. Come on, strip."
"Th-that's… that's such a vulgar thing to say…!"
"We agreed on a condom from the start, so what's the problem? Besides, leaving a woman this incredible behind and jerking off alone in my room like a shut-in? That'd be genuinely insane…"
"……"
"So let's just use your pussy, sister-in-law. Yes?"
My left hand roamed over her breast while the other stroked slow circles across her lower belly, as if caressing her.
I wanted to fuck her properly, to hammer my cock into that pussy and raise a nursery in her womb.
And I didn't stop at words—I pressed forward with action, demanding she let me use her now, piling the pressure on.
"Forcing a woman out of her clothes isn't really my thing. Though if that's your taste, sister-in-law, I suppose I could make an exception…"
"Hhnn…!"
I pressed my fully erect cock against her, grinding it in firm, insistent nudges. Then I rested my hand on the waistband of her pants—one slow tug and they'd slip right off.
'So—decide. What's it going to be?'
Would she let me strip her by force and have her pussy used like an onahole, ruthlessly, without mercy?
Or would she take off her own clothes, spread her legs, and present that pussy to me, bare and shameless?
Listening to her stifled whimpers, I was drowning in that intoxicating rush of dominance—when her head began to bob, slowly, up and down.
"O-okay. I… I'll do it…"
"Good decision. Since we're doing this anyway, it's better for both of us if we keep things pleasant. Ah, and while you're at it—"
I pulled her top off in one smooth motion and undid her bra along with it. She looked delicious however you sliced her, and I was more than worked up already—she didn't need any of it anymore.
Without a moment's hesitation, I dragged her pants and panties halfway down her thighs together.
"Kya— kyaaah!?"
As her clothes slipped away and her bare breasts and bare pussy were laid out in full view, I let out another involuntary gasp of admiration.
Granted, I'd seen her naked before, thanks to that little incident in the changing room.
But that had been a fleeting glimpse—a genuinely sudden accident, over before either of us could so much as appreciate the view. This time was different. This time, I could take my fill.
'Even in that split second she was unbelievable—and this…'
The absolute pinnacle of the absolute pinnacle.
Seeing her breasts and ass bare was nice enough on its own, but beyond that—her body had just enough flesh on it that touching her was its own reward.
"Kya, kyaaah…!"
My sister-in-law let out a small cry.
Between her reactions and all the rest, she was acting like a virgin who'd never been touched in her life. She was married, after all—surely she and her husband hadn't abstained entirely…
'Then again, that freshness is kind of a bonus, isn't it?'
She was supposed to be a married woman with a husband. But watching her make those strange, fluttery little reactions, I couldn't help thinking she was almost… cute.
Not to mention, it promised to be far more entertaining than a simple wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.
"Well, you should've made your choice faster when I gave you the chance. This is all your own doing, sister-in-law, so be a good girl and accept it."
"B-but. Out of nowhere, like this, just…"
She squirmed and shrank into herself, embarrassed, doing everything in her power to hide her pussy and breasts.
Pathetic little struggles, all things considered.
Tap—!
She'd been fidgeting down between her legs so persistently that I finally let go of her wrists—and her body pitched forward.
Instinctively, she caught herself with her hands against the wall to keep from falling. Which bowed her waist and thrust her ass out toward me, plump and inviting.
'Well, well…?'
Wiggling her hips like a cheap tease, presenting her pussy hole in full view—it was a silent signal, too. One that said go ahead, put it in.
Squeeze, squeeze♥
Rising to meet her invitation, I shoved my pants and underwear down—and out sprang my cock, straining so hard inside its tent that I wondered how I'd endured it this long.
I grabbed that soft, plump ass just like I'd been kneading her breast, and rubbed my cock against her, smacking it between those fleshy cheeks.
"Eh…? I-is that…"
Flinching at the sticky heat against her backside, my sister-in-law slowly turned to look behind her.
"What are you staring at? Never seen a cock before?"
"N-no, it's not that… it's just… wh-when did you even prepare all…?"
"From the moment I walked into this room, I've been like this—pure anticipation of finally getting to hold you. I had to put it on in advance. Couldn't help it."
"Y-you really are a pervert, through and through…!"
She shot me a contemptuous glare, as if to ask whether that was seriously true.
And really—me, a pervert? Honestly, I couldn't tell who was being called what around here anymore.
"Ha-hah, isn't the pervert actually you, sister-in-law? Walking around with a pussy this immaculate, this well-kept, on full display. What else am I supposed to think—that you want me to take my time admiring it and then fuck you nice and deep?"
"…Vulgar. I really, hate this…!"
"Well, I'm going to do my job either way, so think whatever you like."
True to my word, I'd prepared everything down to the last detail. She'd even presented herself, practically inviting me to fuck her—it was time to start enjoying myself.
"Ah, w-wait—"
"Objections overruled!"
Thrust♥
The moment I pressed my glans against the seam of her pussy, without a single warning, I shoved in with everything I had.
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"Hii— hiiing…!?"
"Whoa— the grip on this thing is no joke…!"
Thanks to all my earlier caressing, she was wet enough that I slid in smoothly, which was nice.
But the pressure—her walls clamping down like they meant to wring my cock dry—that was something else entirely.
Still, that feeling of her rippling inner walls stroking over my cock like they were caressing it… I liked it. A lot.
If I had one complaint, it was only this:
That I couldn't feel all of it raw.
'Next time, it's skin. As long as that bastard's living under this roof, it's raw—no exceptions!'
Making that vow to myself, I stole a glance at how my sister-in-law was reacting with my cock buried inside her.
"Hoo, hooaah… haah… ugh… nnhhh…"
"All I've done is put it in, and you're already breathing that hard? This isn't just sensitive—at this point it's straight-up perverted…?"
"I'm not a pervert… nnh… it's just… you shoved it in all at once, that's why…"
"You said I could fuck you, so I fucked you. What's the problem?"
Whether I was right or she was—well, we'd find out soon enough.
"N-not like… I've ever… said anything that… vulgar—not even onceee…!?"
Slam♥
Objections overruled—I drove my cock deep into her depths.
And out of her mouth spilled moans so shameless she'd never heard herself make them before.
'Wow. Holy shit.'
The deeper I went, the tighter she squeezed.
Either she was a legendary masterpiece among pussies, or her husband's cock was drastically smaller than mine. Had to be one of the two.
Not that I minded either way—as far as I was concerned, both options were a win!
Squelch, squelch, squelch…
I gripped her hips and began to move, slow and deliberate.
Not rutting like an animal—no, I meant to savor her pussy from top to bottom, tasting every inch at my leisure.
And hey, while I was enjoying myself, molding her insides to the exact shape of my cock wouldn't be the worst idea either.
After all, it looked like I'd be putting it to good use plenty of times from now on.
"The slide's getting smoother, so I'd say you're finally getting wet."
"N-no. Ah, ah… haaah…!"
"Your mouth says one thing, but your body's awfully honest. This isn't 'getting wet'—your juices are literally dripping onto the floor."
"…Ah, nyaaah. Ah, nnh. I don't… like this… being forced… at all…!"
"Get your story straight. Sex by mutual agreement—how exactly is that 'forced'?"
We'd made a clear deal: keep quiet about today, and we'd have sex. I was simply honoring that agreement. What part of that was force?
"Keep it up and I'll take this condom off…"
"Ah, aaah… n-not that, pleaseee…!"
"Then lie there, take it like a good girl, and enjoy it. What's with all the chatter since earlier? Let me show you what forced actually looks like…?"
Smack—!
I brought my palm down hard on her ass.
All that soft flesh made for an incredibly satisfying impact!
"Hyiik…!?"
"Thrusting out that plump little ass, dripping pussy juice everywhere every time I'm inside you—and you want to talk about not wanting it? Zero credibility. Besides…"
Nnnh…! Nnnh…!
"Ah, ohhh♥"
"Every time I press down on you with my glans like this, you go spilling those dirty little sounds. Honestly, who's calling who vulgar and perverted here?"
Ignoring her protests entirely, I speared into her deepest parts in one thrust. Then, churning her pussy slowly, I ground down against her womb in firm, rolling presses—until she was moaning like her mind had left her body entirely.
So. Who was the pervert now, and who was the vulgar one?
Squelch-squelch-squelch—!
From that position I pulled back in one long drag, the folds gripping my cock dragging out with it, threatening to turn inside out. Then I plunged back in, smooth as silk, all the way in one stroke.
Faster and harder than before, I hammered my hips against her, pounding that pussy without pause.
Using her exactly the way I wanted—like she was nothing more than my own personal onahole.
"Ngh… nngh… hah… nnh…!"
Her breathing grew rougher, more obscene than before.
Proof enough of exactly how much she was feeling it…!
"Ah. Ah, aahn… W-wait♥ I-isn't this… w-wrong… ohhhhh♥"