S-Senior!! M-My Mouth Is Dirty...
"Mmph... mmphhhh!"
It was too much. It was absolutely too much.
I looked at Arin's face. She was suffering — tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, refusing to dry.
That was it. She wasn't doing this simply because she enjoyed it. She was desperately fighting down the urge to gag.
"Why... why are you going this far?"
At my question, she looked up at me. Even as the tears kept falling, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and she smiled.
I couldn't say a word. In that instant, I understood it in my gut.
She loved me this much.
When a foreign object enters the esophagus, the gag reflex hits. Enduring it is no small thing. It is the body's mechanism of survival itself — the instinct to expel whatever has no business being inside. That is why it is so violent, so agonizing. To refuse that instinct is to invite a suffering almost beyond imagining.
Her tortured face and those unstoppable tears were the proof. And still she was bearing all of it. When I briefly surfaced from the storm of pleasure and looked at her, she had smiled at me. A smile, in a situation where even breathing should have been too much — and she had given me one.
She didn't need to say it. I knew. She could endure this because she loved me. She was sacrificing herself because she loved me.
"Mmphhh... mmph......"
She had swallowed my cock to the root. Never once had the whole of me been taken inside another person's body. Even when I'd had sex with my ex-wife, she'd complained that I was too big and had never taken me all the way in. But Arin had drawn every last inch of me into her. That it had gone into a woman's mouth rather than her sex only made it more astonishing.
It shouldn't have been possible to swallow it all. Even a woman's vagina would have struggled with this size. A vagina can stretch from within — a mouth cannot. And yet she had swallowed me. When her mouth ran out of room, she had used her throat itself... all while suppressing the gag reflex, that most fundamental instinct of life...
"Mmph... mm... mmph!!"
Arin, with that lovely face of hers, was trying to do something more. It was as if she were telling me it was all to satisfy me. I was already more than satisfied. A beautiful junior kneeling before me, taking my entire cock into her mouth — just putting it into words made my already-hard member twitch and swell with a sudden bounce of arousal.
"Mmph!!"
But the full shock of that twitch was absorbed by Arin's throat. The esophagus is fragile. Tears surged from her eyes in a mad, overflowing rush.
"Khhlk! Khhlk!! Khhuff!!"
She gripped my thighs and desperately held back her coughing, as if to say that whatever else happened, she would not pull out what she had taken into her throat.
"Khhuff!! Khhlk!!!"
With every cough, the pinching force on both my thighs grew sharper. This... this was something I ought to be apologizing for.
"I'm sorry... let's stop now... I'm satisfied enough... and I understand how you feel..."
"Mmphhh!!"
She shook her head with desperate force. A clear, unmistakable refusal. She was in no condition to do anything more. Simply having me in her mouth was already pushing her past her limit.
"That's enough now. Stop... Arin... you look like you're in so much pain, it's hurting me too..."
"Mmph!!"
She glared up at me. What was that look supposed to mean? Don't put on an act? Doesn't this feel good for you too? I'm trying to give you something even better — why are you stopping me? Are you already tired of me?
A chill ran down my spine. They say a woman's grudge can bring frost even in the heat of midsummer, and in that moment it felt all too true. Her wordless glare cowed me completely.
"Mmphh.... mmph."
Seeing me like that, she looked satisfied. The grip of her hands on my thighs began to tighten once more.
"Hhhmpph...!!"
She put her strength into it. What was she trying to do?
Then, slowly, my cock began to slide from her mouth. The root of my shaft came into view, glazed in her sweet saliva — and in that instant a colossal sensation crashed into my brain like a tsunami.
It was pleasure.
"Haaaaaahhh!!!"
A moan tore out of me before I could stop it. She had drawn me about a fifth of the way out of her throat, then swallowed me to the hilt all over again.
In sex, a man thrusts — putting his cock in and out of a woman's sex in a reciprocating motion. Right now, she was turning her own mouth into a sex organ and thrusting it along my cock.
"S-stop...!! The stimulation... the stimulation is... too much!!"
"Hhmph... hhhmphh....!"
Whether my violent reaction came from pain or from pleasure, she smiled and began to pick up speed.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
Even as the tears ran down her face, she never once neglected that thrusting rhythm. I could feel the tight channel of her throat sliding up my shaft and sinking back down. Her teeth grazed the root of me in light, scraping kisses, and that only excited me further.
Half my shaft emerged from her lips. Was she going to pull out even further before taking me back in? Then... she might actually throw up...!
But she only gave me a sly, crescent-eyed smile and shoved her head toward me.
Gluck!!
I felt it with startling clarity — the soft lining of her esophagus yielding, pushed aside by the head of my cock. Then the shaft followed, and her throat clamped around it in a swift, clinging rush.
Saliva burst from her lips and splattered across the hair at my groin. Maybe because my body was burning so hot, that saliva felt cold.
"Hh... hhaaaaaah!!"
An overwhelming sensation I had never felt in my life came flooding up from my cock.
"Nnghhuuuggghh!!"
Her mouth was stopped up with me, so the scream that wasn't quite a scream reached my ears as a thick, blunted sound. Forcing something that long in and out of her throat in a single stroke must have brought with it a maddening pain. I looked at her with worried eyes.
Smack!
Arin saw that look, and with a fierce gleam in her eyes she slapped me hard across the ass.
"Ow...! Why... are you doing that!"
Her gaze said it plainly. Don't worry about that. Just enjoy my mouth.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
The thrusting began again. Enormous waves of pleasure crashed through my cock. Her throat fit me as if it had been made for me — a faintly cool sensation, and yet it clung to my shaft so perfectly, sliding and releasing, sliding and releasing, that I could no longer think straight.
"Hnn... hnnnnh!!"
And there was something else. Something slightly firm that kept brushing the shaft just below the head. It was her uvula. That little thing was being dragged back and forth in a piston motion, stimulating the body of my cock — and it was exquisite.
That was it. I was falling into Arin's oral sex. This had to be her first time too. And yet she was doing it with startling skill. What kind of practice had she put herself through to be capable of this?
"Schlrrp... schlrp... schlrrrp!"
"Haaah... haah... ahhhnnn....."
She must have practiced taking something the size of a man's cock all the way into her throat. There was no other way she could be doing this.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
She drove the pace of her thrusting higher. In proportion, the intensity of my pleasure swelled to something enormous.
Orgasm. I had never felt one.
Arin on her knees, taking my cock in and out of her mouth, looking up at me with those lewd eyes. The overwhelming pleasure rising from an organ stimulated by her throat, her mouth, her uvula. The emotional current of being loved by her. All of it was forcing me to redefine what sex even was.
Sex was not an obligation for making children. It was an act by which a man and a woman confirmed their love — and chased pleasure.
A jolt. A powerful signal fired from my balls. The discharge of semen. That was it — a fierce, unmistakable warning that ejaculation was about to begin.
Right. Having her caress my cock with her mouth — that much I could understand as love. But coming inside her mouth was not all right.
"A-Arin... I think I'm going to cum."
"Mmphh?"
She smiled again. The way her tear-wet eyes curved into crescents was strangely, devastatingly sexy. She took hold of my thighs once more.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
The thrusting grew even faster. She showed no sign of any intention to take me out of her mouth. My endurance hit its limit. An overwhelming sensation crashed over me, as if I would spill at any second.
"Ari... haaah... Arin... pull it out... okay? It's dir... haaah... ty...!"
"Mmphh...! Mmph!!"
She gave a small shake of her head. She had no intention of pulling out. In that case...
"Pull... pull it out...!"
I grabbed her head, trying to draw my cock free.
"Mmphhh!!"
But her head didn't budge at all. Instead...
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.
Short. Extremely short strokes — in and out, in and out, over and over.
"Ha... haah... please... I'm going to cum... please!!!"
"Mmphh...! Mmmphhhhh!!"
It was as if she were screaming at me to finish. Please come. Please. And then...
A throb. Another throb.
My cock began to convulse, twitching and spitting something out. Semen.
"Gulp... gulp... gulp..."
Semen poured in a mad rush from the slit of my cockhead, buried midway down her throat. I hadn't touched myself in over six months — the smell would be intense.
"Gulp... gulp... gulphh......."
And still she was swallowing all of it. Even as my cock throbbed and struck against her throat, she endured it and took every drop.
"Gulp....!"
Only after confirming that the last convulsion had passed did she slowly draw my slightly softened cock from her mouth.
"Pah.... haah.... haah......."
Collapsed forward, she stared at the floor for a moment, gulping down ragged breaths. Then she looked up at me again — with a trace of my semen still on her lips.
"How was it, Senior? Did it feel good?"
It was the best. The best sexual act I've ever had. I thought I would lose my mind. Really...! That was what I wanted to tell her. But there was something even more important that had to come first.
I dropped to my knees. And I pulled her into my arms.
It was an expression of gratitude. She had loved me this much. She had tried this hard for my sake. That feeling was so beautiful. That feeling was so precious. If I didn't give thanks for a heart like that, I felt I would be a wretched man.
She said nothing, and stayed still in my arms. Was she angry because I hadn't told her it felt good? Just as a little worry began to creep in...
She hugged me back, tight.
"Senior... thank you for saying that... I'm grateful too."
Thank goodness. Our hearts had met.
I looked at her again. She was crying. I pressed my lips to hers.
I tasted my own semen. It was fishy, and bitter.
She hurriedly pushed me away.
"Ah... Senior... my mouth... is dirty..."
Her words were the reverse of what I had said to her. Which meant it was my turn to give her back the words she had given me.
I stole her lips again. This time I slipped my tongue inside. Fishy and bitter — but it tasted like bittersweet chocolate.
She held me tight.
So this was how good sex could be, when it was born of two people wanting each other. I had only come to understand that after turning forty.
Bzzzzzt — Bzzzzzt
I had wanted to hold onto this blissful feeling a little longer — but the vibration of my phone reached my ears. In that instant, I knew something was wrong.
"Ah... that's right... I haven't called my daughter!!!"