A Living Onahole
The room reeked of raw sweat and the thick perfume of night-blooming flowers. Inside it, two naked bodies — a man and a woman.
The woman lay sprawled across the bed, half-fainted and utterly spent. The man looked down at her, savoring the rush of satisfaction still rolling through him.
Used goods taste pretty damn good, actually.
Especially this afterglow that refused to fade…
She wasn't a lover. She wasn't a girlfriend. She was his older brother's wife — his sister-in-law. And not only had he tumbled her across that bed, he'd gone and fucked her raw.
Hah.
He'd emptied every last drop deep inside her. Even after she'd come again and again, that exquisite cunt kept clenching around him on pure reflex. He marveled at it as he slowly pulled free.
Squelch…
The thick white load he'd pumped into her spilled from the folds of her pussy, soiling the marital bed she shared with her husband. She'd been so beastially in heat that her juices had soaked him completely — his cock was filthy and sticky with them.
A real fucking onahole, no joke.
Stick it in and she clenched. Slap her and she clenched. Insult her and she clenched. You could call her a living onahole and it wouldn't feel wrong in the slightest.
"What are you doing, sister-in-law?"
"H-hhk…"
"How long did we go that you're already wiped out? Stop playing dead and at least answer me."
As if she'd been the one thrashing her hips the way he had. She'd just lain there taking it, and now she had the nerve to sprawl out like this — so irritating he gave one of those big tits a sharp smack.
Slap!
Still that perfect, meaty impact. And the way she twitched like she was seizing when he hit her — pretty entertaining to watch.
"Still not getting up?"
Too spent even to speak? Or was she, even now, unconsciously savoring every second of this?
"What a fucking pervert."
Her mouth said no, but her body was more honest than anyone's. Did that brother of his even know his own wife was an irredeemable slut?
Slap! Slap!
Wouldn't be fair to only hit one side, so he gave the other breast equal treatment. Harder this time.
"Sister-in-law. How long do you plan to just lie there while your partner is waiting?"
Slap! Slap!
He alternated hands after that. The wet, meaty sounds filled the room until his writhing sister-in-law's lips finally moved.
"Ahhk… s-stop… stop iiit…"
Barely clawing her way out of climax and afterglow, she sobbed for him to stop.
"If someone asks you a question, don't ignore them — answer right away and you wouldn't get hit. You really are the type who goes looking for trouble."
"Th-that's not… wha… hhk."
He knew she meant stop this whole thing, not just the slapping.
And why should I?
Leave a perfectly good sex-disposal onahole just sitting there? Only suckers leave something like that alone. Besides, he had no reason to grant her requests.
"You say that, but you were enjoying yourself plenty. Especially every time I came in your womb — you lost your goddamn mind."
"N-no… that's not… ah…"
"Raw feels better, doesn't it? You get to feel the warm heat of a bare cock, and I get to feel every single fold of that pussy properly."
"Hhhk…"
"I was already sick of buying condoms every time, and stockpiling them felt weird too. From now on we just go bare. Comfortable for both of us. Oh — and that's not a request. That's an order."
"Nngh…!? D-don't… don't touuuch—"
Even as she protested, he circled her thick nipples and areolae with his fingers, tormenting her. Her body was already hypersensitive, and after the breast-slapping she was responding even more deliciously.
"Body already this sensitive, and now you're loving having your tits slapped and toyed with…? You're a fascinating woman, you know that."
Every time he did, her pussy — slick with mixed cum and juices — fluttered and spasmed open. Watching that, a new idea struck him. He wanted to run one more experiment on her thoroughly sensitized body.
Press—!
He gently set his hand on her lower abdomen. Right over where her womb would be, he rubbed and pressed down firmly.
"Nnghnnn…! D-don't… hhgk…!"
Her body shuddered as a thin stream of fluid squirted weakly from her pussy. Then the cum still pooled in her belly trickled out — and that signal opened the floodgates, gushing like a faucet.
Yeah. She was born for this onahole life.
"Th-there… not theeere… stooop…"
"?"
"H-hhk… y-you said you wouldn't do it inside… y-you promiseddd…!"
"What are you talking about? Who was it that clamped down on my cock and wouldn't let go? And every time I thrust deep and came, you made the happiest face. Coming at me with that now? Zero credibility."
Her pronunciation was a mess — like her brain had melted. Made him want to torment her even more.
Press—!
"If you hate it that much, fine. It's a pain, but I'll scoop it out for you myself."
"Hyaaaiiit!?"
He rubbed her lower belly again while pressing down. Caught off guard, his sister-in-law thrashed and expelled a vigorous flood of semen. He'd been so absorbed in the sex he hadn't realized just how much he'd pumped into her.
Whatever. We both felt good — that's what matters.
He looked at her with her mouth hanging open like a second cunt, drool running down her chin, and felt nothing particular about it.
"Th-this… i-if something happens… y-you have to take… responsibility…"
"Responsibility? Ah, that."
Pfft…
Ah, he shouldn't have. A snort of laughter escaped before he could stop it. But he'd kept it quiet enough that she probably hadn't heard.
Responsibility, huh…
She was what, thirty this year? Body and mind still in their prime. And with them fucking raw like this, it'd be weirder if she didn't get pregnant. If she hadn't brought it up, he probably wouldn't have even thought about it.
Hmm.
Conclusion: not his problem. She'd offered her body as payment. Any risks that came after were hers to deal with. It wasn't something he needed to worry about, so he brushed it out of his mind and simply didn't answer, letting the moment pass.
"Nothing hits quite like a good shower and a cold beer from the fridge. Want one, sister-in-law?"
He smirked, groping her breasts as he asked. She turned her head the other way, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Oh, wait. You mean shower, go again, crack a beer, then do it one more time drunk? Wow, I hadn't even thought of that."
"……"
"Haa."
He tries to be nice and she just ignores him. Still not fully with it, apparently.
"Mmph…!"
He clamped a hand over her mouth. She needed a proper reminder of where she stood.
"Aigoo. Your husband's out there grinding through job interviews trying to find work, and his wife is home getting railed by the little brother~? Makes you wonder what happens if he finds out, doesn't it?"
"……!"
Her pupils shook wildly. In her mind, she'd given her body to pay a debt — but how would her husband take this…
Well, that guy's not exactly a saint either.
Someone looking in from outside might feel sorry for him. But it was that brother who'd spectacularly ruined everything in the first place. The real culprit behind this family's collapse wasn't the sister-in-law — it was him.
While he was briefly lost in thought, she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth trembling.
"J-just that… please… d-don't tell him… please…"
Begging him not to tell, calling herself a wife in that state. The absurdity of the sight almost made him laugh out loud.
"So in that state, playing the wife, you just don't want him to find out about this?"
"……"
Her lips moved, but no answer came. One way or another, that man was the only family she had left. Her in-laws existed, sure — but after marrying his brother against her own parents' constant objections, she'd completely cut ties with them. Which meant the only person she could rely on now was that man.
This woman has her own pile of problems.
Funny thing, actually — her parents had even tried to set her up with him instead. They'd known exactly what kind of man that brother was, which was why they'd opposed the marriage so hard and looked more favorably on him. They'd also known the two brothers didn't get along. Which was partly why they'd made the offer.
Of course I turned them down.
He could have taken her in, sure. But nobody goes looking for that kind of trouble on purpose. He hadn't even known they were married, much less who the in-laws were. And they wanted to match him with whom, exactly… Looking at it, her parents weren't entirely normal either.
Still, this arrangement isn't bad.
A win-win where neither side has any real complaints. Legal adultery sex.
"How about we just keep living like this? Looking at how that guy's always been, I don't think he cares about you that much — family or not."
"Th-thaaat…"
The way she hesitated told him he'd hit the mark cleanly. As for him — well, he was a little reluctant to let go of an onahole he'd finally gotten his hands on. And for her, staying here like this might actually be better. If that brother of his hadn't ruined everything, he would have been living far better than this anyway.
"Hahaha! I have no intention of telling him, so instead of worrying about that, how about you focus on your role? Yeah?"
"…Hhk."
He got up from the bed, leaving the sobbing sister-in-law behind as he quietly rose to his feet. She was better than that man, sure — but she still wasn't a particularly good sort of person, so he had zero intention of offering any comfort.
Looking forward to working with you, sister-in-law.
At the door he glanced back, committing to memory the sight of her collapsed and spent on the bed. Imagining happily how he'd enjoy her next time, he slipped casually out of the room.