Dirty Talk
Arin's lips were like sugar water that had been chilled until it set into crystal.
The moment those sweet, hard crystals touched my burning mouth, they melted with a slow, sliding dissolve, turning into a syrup that began to pour onto my tongue.
Chuuuup.
That was her tongue.
"Hih... hiiit...!"
That first sensation was enough to drive a man insane — the same electric jolt I'd felt the very first time I ever pushed into my wife's body.
I tore my face away.
"Y-you...!!"
"...What's wrong, Senior? Did I do something I shouldn't have?"
"...What... what the hell...? How are you so good at this?"
"Senior. Don't you know what a French kiss is? It's when our tongues wrap around each other inside our mouths. When they press together."
"Huh...?"
"God, seriously... your ex-wife... that's just cruel. You never even did something this good?"
She stole my lips again.
Chup.
Chuuup.
My lips. Her lips. They rubbed and rolled against each other the way bodies tumble across a bed, and then her tongue slipped into my mouth once more.
Churrrk.
Her tongue was longer, thinner, and softer than I had expected. Like a sponge — damp, yielding, but with a spring to it. No. More like the finest cut of beef......
Churr, churr......
Her tongue coiled around mine. I was frozen stiff, unable to move, and she played with me as if that was exactly how she wanted it. She dragged the tip of her tongue along the underside of mine, then rolled it up the way a snake coils around its prey.
"Ha... haah... ha......"
All I could do was moan.
"Chup..."
A thin white thread of saliva stretched between our lips and vanished, and the sight of it was obscenely erotic. A stimulus more powerful than anything I had felt in my life. How had I gone this long without knowing this existed?
Right. Sex with my ex-wife had come with so many restrictions. I had to follow her lead. Only the prescribed acts were allowed. Foreplay was almost never permitted. The moment my hand so much as grazed her—
—she'd treat me like a freak.
Insertion had been thrilling at first, but sex without affection or arousal is nothing but meaningless labor. All I ever got was her scorn, and missionary was about as far as we ever went.
Meaningless labor-sex was never going to be enjoyable, so of course I could barely get hard. That was why sex had never been something I particularly enjoyed.
But now... this foreplay with Arin, before we'd even started. This alone was already giving me a high I had never known. I had thought a kiss was just pressing lips together. I had no idea it could be this fierce... this electric.
"Heh... it's getting bigger."
My cock was swelling. Not gradually. It was surging. Blood rushing to my groin — it felt as if every drop of blood in my body was flooding downward.
"Haa... Senior... is it... getting even bigger?"
Her expression turned complicated. Like she liked it. Like she didn't. I looked down at myself. The blood kept coming. It still needed to get a little bigger.
"Nngh... yeah. It still needs to get a bit bigger......"
I glanced at her face, gauging her reaction.
My ex-wife had hated how big I was. She'd said it tore her every time we had sex.
"Your first time... and it's... this big......"
But Arin was different. That complicated look on her face was tipping, unmistakably, in one direction.
"That's my Senior... I really like your cock, too."
"H-hey, that word......."
"I don't want to."
"...Don't want to what?"
"I'm not going to do what you ask."
Chup.
She lunged at my lips again. That tongue — like a cut of the finest tenderloin — began to dance inside my mouth once more.
Srrrk.
Her fingers closed around my cock. Up and down. Up and down. She started stroking me in time with the movement of her tongue.
Chup! Chuuup!
Srrrk! Srrrk!
An overwhelming arousal I had never felt before.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart was hammering like it wanted to burst. And because our bodies were pressed together, I could hear hers just as clearly.
"Hehe... Senior... your dick is seriously huge."
"Stop... talking... like that......"
"So... what?"
She suddenly clenched her fist, crushing down on my cock, and every pleasure-cell that had been lying dormant in me fired at once, slamming a massive jolt of sensation straight into my brain.
"Hnnnngh!!"
"We're adults, you know."
She said it as if shame were nothing at all, but her body was trembling too. Her breasts had swollen fuller than before, and even with the naked eye I could see her nipples standing hard. A flush had spread across her whole face.
That's right. This was her first time, too. Which meant she had to be feeling the same electric thrill I was.
"...Whether it's your cock... or my pussy... as long as we get off hearing it, that's all that matters, right?"
Tap. Tap-tap.
I could hear water dripping from between her thighs.
"What's so wrong about talking like that?"
My cock was finally, completely hard. The thick, long shaft had swollen far beyond anything I ever managed when I masturbated. It was so rigid it felt like at least thirty percent of the blood in my body had pooled there — like it would burst if you pricked it with a needle.
It had been nearly twenty years since it had last displayed its full power like this. One hundred percent.
Extreme arousal. That was the most rational way to describe the state the two of us were in.
She sank to her knees in front of me.
"W-what are you doing?"
"This."
In a single motion, Arin took the head of my cock into her small mouth.
"H-hey!! What... what are you doing!!"
She pulled off with a look of genuine disbelief and gazed up at me. On her knees, looking up — the sight of her like that was stimulating enough to drive a man out of his mind.
"Senior... you don't know what this is?"
"I... I know...! But... it's dirty!!"
"What's dirty about it?"
"I... I haven't washed...!! I even went to the bathroom."
"I want to taste your piss."
"W-what?"
Chuup.
She took my cock in her mouth again. Deeper than before.
"Hnnngh!!"
The warm, wet sensation of her mouth, past the head. That same soft, warm tongue I'd just felt against my own was now on my cock, and a rapture I had no words for wrapped around my entire body.
When she pulled off, a thin string stretched between the head and her lips. Pre-cum.
"Senior, your pee... it's sweet?"
"W-what???"
If urine is sweet, that's a serious problem. The most severe stage of diabetes. Every worry I had snagged on that one sentence, and then...... my erection started dying.
"Ah...!! Senior!! It was a joke!! A joke! How could you take that seriously!!"
She slapped my thigh with her palm and looked up at me. She was so cute it was maddening. I wanted to grab her and devour her right then and there.....
Why... am I using language that rough?
"Because you're... a doctor?"
"I'm not a doctor?"
"Then why would you make a joke like that and scare someone."
"I was just trying to get you a little more worked up....."
She lifted my dying erection in her hand and showed it to me.
"What's this. It completely died on me."
A jolt ran through me. She glared up.
"Come on, Senior, you're supposed to be this manly!!"
She smacked my thigh.
"With a body this beastly!!"
This time it was my ass.
"Why are you so sensitive, like some little girl?"
"S-sorry."
When I fumbled around with a flustered look on my face, Arin laughed like she was having the time of her life.
"Hehe... Senior... you're cute."
"...There's nothing you won't say to a man in his forties."
Being called cute by a woman in her thirties was embarrassing, but... why didn't I entirely hate it?
"If you're cute in my eyes, you're cute."
Lick.
"Hnnngh!!"
A damp sponge of a tongue grazed along my shaft.
"W-what was that!"
"It's delicious."
"What?"
She had her tongue slightly out, her face pressed not against the head but against the base.
"Here... the root of your cock, Senior... it's salty."
"H-hey... w-wait."
Lick. Lick.
"Hnnnngh!!"
"It's good! Your cock tastes so good, Senior!"
Her filthy words. The insane sensation at the base of my cock. Together they snapped my dying erection back to full attention.
"But Senior, I have a question."
"...Haa... what is it.....haa......"
"Your ex-wife never did any of this for you, did she?"
She was sharp. She'd picked up immediately that I'd never received oral sex like this from my ex-wife.
"...H-how did you know."
"I can tell from the way you act."
She looked up at me and smiled.
"That fresh, virgin-boy innocence... I love it so much."
"You're a first-timer yourself......"
"Hehe... now that you mention it, I guess I am."
Arin looked at me steadily.
"Senior."
"What?"
"What are you thinking about?"
The truth was, I wasn't thinking about anything. Everything in me was under the dominion of sexual pleasure.
"Ah... well......"
"Men say that at times like this they just feel a rush. Is that true?"
A prodigy, through and through. She'd clearly done her research.
"Ah... nngh... yeah... that's right."
"Hehe... good... that's good."
She smiled. A happy smile. She seemed to take joy in the situation itself — in the fact that she was the one making me feel this pleasure.
"Alright... then now for the thing I've really been wanting to try."
"What... else are you trying to do?"
"I want to know what a man's semen actually tastes like."
"...H-hey!"
I was at a loss for words. Every sentence out of her mouth was a fastball, and then some.
"I heard if you go chomp-chomp with your mouth-pussy... the semen comes out."
"Y-you... that way of putting it is too much... that's your mouth......"
Arin gripped my fully erect cock and winked.
"If a cock goes in, it's a pussy, isn't it, Senior?"
With a long, wet pull, my cock began to slide into her mouth.