The Lonely Wife of a Small Village
Rachel's voluptuous body glistened like a sunset under the dim candlelight, her ripe flesh more than enough to stir a man's deepest lust. Her plump thighs, the soft mound of her cleft, her slightly heavy yet remarkably elastic breasts, and even the endearing softness around her waist—every single part of her was intensely stimulating.
Grasping my rock-hard erection, swollen to its absolute limit, I aligned it with her wet slit and gently stroked it up and down. The slick arousal overflowing from her rubbed against my glans, producing a wet, squelching sound.
Squelch... squelch...
Clutching her own legs and gazing up at me with desperate, longing eyes, Rachel began to shift her hips in tandem with my movements. Rather than her begging with empty words, seeing her unable to contain herself and actively seeking my touch was far more arousing. I nudged my hips forward, slowly pushing the head of my cock inside her.
Schlip...
When I had only used my tongue, her passage hadn't felt quite this tight. But perhaps because I had kept teasing her, her walls clamped down on me as if trying to swallow my entire shaft, even though only the tip had entered. Rachel twisted her head, desperately trying to stifle her moans, but her body was entirely honest, her tight folds hungrily chewing on my glans.
"Ah... hah..."
After teasing the entrance just enough, I pulled back, drawing a soft, disappointed gasp from her lips. Then, pinching and twisting her swollen clitoris, I plunged my cock all the way to the hilt. Rachel threw her head back, letting out a feverish, breathless cry.
"Ah...! It's touching... all the way inside...! No... I can't, ahhh..."
Climbing fully onto the bed, I immediately draped Rachel's legs over my shoulders and pulled my shaft almost completely out. The sudden withdrawal made her inner walls cling to me, sending a brief, tingling jolt through my spine, but this was only the beginning. I drove myself back in, burying my length to the root into her twitching, eager passage. The wet impact of my pelvis slamming against her plump buttocks and thighs echoed through the room.
Slap, slap!
I began to grind my hips in slow, deliberate circles, as if marking her cervix with the tip of my cock. Perhaps because her husband's member had never reached this deep, her sensitive cervix clamped down on my glans, sucking at it greedily as if begging for my seed.
"Ah, ahhh...!! Hngh... No... don't poke me there, I—I hate it... ♡"
As I took hold of her legs, Rachel's free hands flew up to cover her face. Perhaps she couldn't bear to let me see her expression as she climaxed, twisting her head in a desperate attempt to hide. Finding her modesty amusingly defiant, I let go of her legs, pulled my cock out, and laid it flat against her pubic mound.
My shaft, now covered in a frothy white lather of her own juices, rubbed gently against her pubic hair. The coarse texture of her curls provided a novel, highly pleasurable sensation. Gripping my cock with one hand and her soft buttocks with the other, I adjusted her position so her dripping cleft was tilted directly toward the ceiling.
I slapped my thick shaft against her swollen slit like a drumstick, teasing her as I spoke.
"We should look each other in the eye when we talk. Are you really that embarrassed?"
"No... it's not that..."
"You said you wanted it. It's going to be difficult if you keep acting like this."
Rachel parted her fingers slightly to peek at me. Meeting my gaze, she squeezed her eyes shut, pulled her hands away from her face, and instead reached down to grab the outer lips of her mound, pulling them wide open for me.
"Ask me again."
Rachel had already climaxed several times from simple cervical stimulation, her head thrashing back in ecstasy. The position we were in now allowed me to press down with my full body weight. She surely couldn't even begin to imagine how much more intense it would feel when I drove myself down from this angle. Whispering this tantalizing truth into her ear, I fed her the words I wanted to hear, and she repeated them obediently.
"Please... drive your cock into this slutty housewife's womb over and over again...! I beg you...!"
Smiling warmly, I aligned my tip with her entrance once more. Leaning over her, I licked her earlobe and whispered, "Good girl. Keep acting just like that."
"Yes... Ah-hngh?!!!"
The moment her lips parted to answer, I slammed my hips down. Instantly, her tight, ribbed walls clamped onto my shaft, squeezing and chewing on me with desperate intensity.
From then on, it was a relentless, rhythmic assault. I pulled out to the very entrance, only to plunge back in until I hit her cervix, over and over again. Rachel bit down on my shoulder, screaming wildly. When I ground the head of my cock directly against her cervix, she let out a desperate, weeping wail, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Mph... chu... slurp... ♡
As I smothered her lips in a deep, bruising kiss while continuing to hammer into her, any trace of her initial, maiden-like shyness vanished. The mature housewife, her ripe body now fully ablaze with lust, threw all decorum aside. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, sucking my tongue with frantic desperation. Rolling over slightly, she unclasped her legs from my waist and began to stroke my calves with the tips of her toes, enticing me.
Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist, I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. Rachel shivered as our joined bodies shifted, and she slowly began to lift her plump hips on her own. I clasped my hands behind my head and watched her take control.
Kneading her own breasts, she continued to lift her hips until my cock was almost entirely out, with only the glans barely hooked inside her entrance. A thick, glistening string of arousal stretched between my tip and her opening, threatening to snap at any second—a sight that was incredibly erotic.
Gazing down at me with heavy, lust-filled eyes, Rachel slowly lowered her hips, only to lift them again, teasingly catching just the tip. Rather than trying to torment me, her hesitant movements seemed to be begging for permission. I gave her a small, approving nod.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
At first, she bounced gently, placing her hands on my abdomen as she worked her hips up and down. Her pubic hair, glistening and soaked with her juices, had long since become completely drenched, clumping together in dark, wet curls. Her pale, heavy breasts bounced with every movement, proudly displaying their magnificent weight.
I lifted my upper body slightly and parted my lips. Smiling seductively, Rachel cupped one of her breasts and guided it to my mouth. I took it in greedily, the firm nipple pressing against my tongue and the bumpy texture of her aureola sending a thrill of arousal through me with every lick.
Her fair skin flushed red at even the slightest pressure. At first, I suckled her aggressively, as if trying to swallow her entire breast, before gradually softening my touch. I teased her, narrowing my focus to her nipple, suckling gently like an infant to torment her with pleasure.
It was a pity she didn't have any children yet, meaning there was no milk to be had. Wanting to tease Rachel, who was looking down at me with warm, maternal affection, I murmured, "It would be perfect if you could produce milk right about now."
Realizing the implication of my words, Rachel froze, her expression startled as if suddenly jolted awake from a midsummer night's dream. But I wasn't about to let her stop. I snapped my hips upward, and her face instantly contorted with pleasure once more.
"Ah... ♡ W-what do you mean by that..."
"It's just a shame that such magnificent breasts aren't producing anything."
"That's... but still, that's..."
Though I had completely shattered her defenses and pounded her relentlessly, it seemed Rachel still clung to a shred of reason. She had been happily riding me just a moment ago, but the mention of a child seemed to bring her back to reality, and she tried to regain her composure.
I wasn't about to let her slip away. Out of sheer stubbornness, I wanted to hear her beg for it.
Plop!
I pulled my cock out of her with a wet pop and squeezed her breast firmly. Kneading the soft flesh like a water balloon, I flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Her pale buttocks were already flushed a deep red from how hard I had been pounding her.
I pressed my slick, pre-cum-coated shaft between her butt cheeks, sliding it back and forth. The sweat-slicked valley of her rear made it slide easily, though she flinched and glared back at me whenever the tip brushed against her tight puckered entrance. I had no intention of going in dry, so I gave her rear a reassuring pat to ease her tension.
Aligning my cock with her wet slit once more, I raised my hand high and brought it down hard on her rear.
Spank!
"Ah?!!!"
Squeezing her flesh tightly with my cupped hand, I rubbed my shaft against her opening. Despite having already spilled so much, her endless flow of arousal thoroughly soaked my glans. As I squeezed her buttocks harder, Rachel instinctively pushed her hips back against me.
With my cock held steady, Rachel's tight passage slowly began to swallow me, her folds twitching as they drew me in. Having taken in the head and a portion of the shaft, she stopped halfway.
Overwhelmed by the agonizing pleasure, Rachel trembled and gasped for air, even though I wasn't even fully inside her yet. Knowing from experience that she could take much more, I had no intention of humoring her hesitation.
I pressed her face down into the pillow, pinned both of her arms behind her back, and held them secure with one hand. With her cheek squished against the bedding, Rachel let out a muffled cry.
"Ah...?!"
"It's not fair to tease me like this."
"Please... it's too big... forgive me... I'll take it all the way... ♡"
Without answering, I pulled back on her pinned arms and drove myself in to the absolute root. As I slammed hard against her cervix, Rachel's passage gushed with another wave of wetness, soaking the bedsheets beneath her.
As I held her down and pounded her relentlessly, almost like a beast claiming its prey, I noticed something fascinating. Rachel seemed to respond even more intensely to this rough, dominating posture than to being ridden. Even though she was pinned uncomfortably against the pillow, she cried out and begged louder than ever before.
"No...!! Ah... hah!!! Ah, hngh... I can't breathe... no... I can't take any more of this... ♡"
Though she cried out in protest, soaking the pillow with her drool, her body was entirely honest. Her tight walls wrung my shaft like a wet towel, practically begging for my seed. No, she was definitely demanding it. Her cervix clung tightly to my glans, refusing to let go, while her entrance milked me with frantic, rhythmic spasms.
Having held back as long as I could, I decided to deliver a monumental load. Releasing her arms, I growled in her ear, "Rachel! I'm going to fill your womb to the brim. Are you ready?"
"No!!! Not inside...! Ah... it's already too much... Ah... Ah!!!"
Rachel couldn't even finish her sentence. Contrary to her begging lips, her cervix clamped tightly around my glans, perfectly primed to receive every drop of my seed. Feeling her desperate, welcoming heat, I let loose a massive torrent of semen deep inside her.
The sensation of pumping my hot seed directly into her womb sent a violent shiver of pleasure straight up my spine to the back of my head. Perhaps because it had been so long since I'd had a proper release, this raw creampie felt unspeakably incredible.
Rachel was completely out of her mind as well. Writhing under the sensation of her womb filling with my hot fluid, she reached back to pull her own buttocks apart, crying out to me.
"Fill me... fill me to the brim!!! I shouldn't be enjoying this... but please, keep pounding me... ♡"
As the intense pulsing of my release finally subsided, having squeezed out every last drop into her womb, I slowly pulled myself out.
Schlup...
Although her tight passage seemed capable of holding it in, I didn't want to see a single drop of our first creampie go to waste. Reaching down, I grabbed her discarded panties from the floor, balled them up, and stuffed them directly into her dripping slit.
"Ah... ♡"
Laying my still-semi-erect shaft against Rachel's twitching buttocks as she lay spent on the bed, her tongue still lolling out, I asked her a shameless question.
"You've been married for quite some time... I suppose you're finally thinking about having a child now?"
At my brazen question, Rachel's eyes widened in surprise before her lips curved into a helpless, blissful smile. My cock twitched against her rear, lightly slapping her soft mound.
"Yes... ♡ I really... want one... ♡"