Phase 3. Mom Gyeong-ae (5♡)
“Mmmpf…! Nngh…! Haa…! Oppa, wait… Hnngh… *slurp*…!”
I never stopped. Not even for a second. My tongue kept thrashing through Hee-kyung’s upper hole just as relentlessly as my cock stirred her lower one. No matter how she begged, I kept one of her legs hooked against my side, crushing the lifted half of her ass in my grip until it felt ready to burst, and pounded into her like a flail.
When I lightly teased the hidden ring of her asshole—tucked deeper inside that clenched cheek—her pussy clamped down even harder. Touching a place more shameful than her cunt itself made the rear entrance twitch and squeeze tighter still, and the way that vice gripped my cock was pure fucking bliss.
Hee-kyung tried to defend both lower holes, but with that thick, bestial kiss on top of everything she was already drowning in a mess of love juices and spit, completely unable to gather her wits. Her breasts, nipples and all, were crushed flat against my chest. I could feel every soft inch of her body trapped against mine, broken open and stuffed full.
Her already springy pussy walls coiled around my cock and begged for cum. Not a chance. The price for tossing this older brother’s lifelong fantasy out like trash had been steep.
“Haaak…! O-oppa… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… Hnnnngh…! Aaaahng…! It’s too rough—!”
When she finally ran out of air at the absolute limit and the kiss broke, Hee-kyung’s head whipped from side to side with every thrust, desperately pleading with me. There was sadism in it, sure, but the injustice burned hotter. I had wanted to see her come undone like this even during foreplay—wanted to watch her thrash her hips and ass and wail at me while I fingered her to a Siofuki without ever letting her taste cock. Wanted to see the shame on her face as she tried to cup both hands over the gushing pussy water and still couldn’t stop a woman’s climax.
In daily life I could be the purest husband imaginable, but in bed the male instinct was to crush his wife into total submission. Petty resentment flared. Ordinary fucking alone wasn’t enough to send her over the edge.
In the end I decided to use the weapon I’d kept sealed away.
“Hee-kyung.”
“Y-yes…?”
“I love you.”
“Uut…! Ooooh…! Haaak-haaak…! Khh…! Haauk…!”
Her eyes flew wide and her pussy flesh clenched another notch tighter. Every time I pulled my cock back, those walls clung and dragged a little of themselves out with it. From the way her lower belly and shoulders were already trembling, Hee-kyung was clamping her thighs and racing toward the edge just from hearing that forbidden word.
She tried to hold the shaking body still, but all she could manage was biting her lower lip and sending me a look that begged for mercy. The moment our eyes met she shook her head violently—please, spare me—rocking her head from side to side.
Pa-ang!
“Ahik?!”
I gathered every ounce of strength and slammed upward. Her mouth dropped open again and the pooled spit spilled free. I sucked every drop that had reached her chin, seized the nape of her neck, and brought her ear to my lips.
“I love you, Hee-kyung.”
“Stooop—! Stop!”
“I love you I love you I love you!”
“Haaauuuuuk—! Please stop…! My head’s… going to go weird…! Haa haa…! Hearing that while you’re inside me… I get strange…!”
“Doesn’t Hee-kyung love me?”
“I love you…! I love you…! Oppa, I love you so much!”
“I love Hee-kyung so much too.”
“Ah, please…! Knnnngh…!”
She locked every muscle in her body trying to hold it back, but the tremors only grew fiercer, and the fiercer they became the more her pussy contracted and sprayed love juice. Hot pussy water scattered across the root of my cock. The squeezing sensation made me try to steady my breathing, but my dick was already ruling my hips. Even when I fought to control the pace, the tip of my cock was sprinting straight toward climax.
Puk-puk-puk-puk-puk!
Feeling my cock twitch inside her, Hee-kyung smiled faintly. Eyes unfocused, panting hard, yet still smiling with pure female satisfaction because her pussy had told her that her husband was ready to dump his load.
“Aaang… haaang…! Cum a lot… Oppa, fill me up…!”
Puk-puk-puk-puk-puk-puk-puk-puk-puk!
I could barely hear her words anymore. Instinct alone remained—I had to cum, period—and every scrap of reason burned away as I poured all my strength into hauling the surging semen up the shaft from below.
Puk-puk-puk-puk-puk-puk… puk!
“Kh…!”
With a short death-rattle I spread Hee-kyung’s ass, stretched her pussy hole as wide as it would go, and buried myself to the absolute root. Climax hit and my cock began spitting cum on its own.
Byurrrrrrrrrt
While my back locked solid from the force of the orgasm, Hee-kyung’s soft arms wrapped around it. She pulled my hips toward her as if begging me to cum even deeper, closer to her womb, and obediently received every drop a female was meant to take from her husband until her insides were full.
Byurrrrr
Even after pouring for ages my cock still refused to die. Strangely enough it never went soft after climax; it stayed rock-hard without the slightest give.
“Nngh… Oppa, pull out now…”
“Did Hee-kyung cum a lot?”
“Yeah… really a lot.”
“How many times?”
“Too many to count.”
She must have been climaxing nonstop from the moment I first said “I love you.” Her side must have been getting crushed; still joined to me, she slowly rolled until her back met the mattress. The shift put us naturally into missionary. With my cock still buried I slowly traced her breasts and belly—and discovered one perverted little fact I had never noticed while we were pressed belly-to-belly kissing.
With my cock buried to the hilt, a tiny bulge pushed up just below her navel.
“Oppa, pull out now… hieek?!”
Entranced, I pressed my palm firmly over that spot. Hee-kyung’s waist arched like a drawn bow.
“What? What is that? What was that feeling just now?”
Panicked, she kept repeating “what?” like a parrot. Clearly it was a pleasure she had never felt in her life. Watching her lie there skewered and pure question-mark eyes… it was so fucking hot.
Tsub tsub tsub
My cock showed zero signs of dying, so I flashed a lewd smile and started moving my hips again. Every thrust, every shove, that sensation under my palm.
“Aaaahng! Aang…! Haut…! What is this…! It’s weird…! Oppa’s cock feels even better…!”
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The moment big brother’s cock began thrashing again inside a pussy already flooded with mixed love juice and cum, Hee-kyung made sounds like she was choking and clutched the blanket white-knuckled. Even that wasn’t enough; her hands wandered through empty air until they latched onto my arms and dug in hard enough to leave nail marks.
I wondered. What would happen if I said those words right now?
“Oppa loves even this perverted side of our Hee-kyung.”
“Heuuuung…!”
“I really love you, Hee-kyung.”
“Hkk…!”
“I really, really love you.”
Tsubtsubtsubtsub… puk-puk-puk-puk-puk!
“Hyaaaaaang—! Aang…! Aaaang…! Aeuuung—!”
A scream-like moan burst out of her. Any fear that someone might overhear had long since been swallowed by Hee-kyung’s wailing. I sped my hips up. Her hips rose to match.
“Aaaaaaaang—! Oppa! Oppa! I’m scared…! Scared…! I’ve never felt anything like this…!”
“Let’s go all the way, Hee-kyung.”
“No…! I’m scared…!”
The second climax arrived even faster than the first. She was so overwhelmingly stimulating that I felt like I’d become a premature ejaculator myself.
Puk-puk-puk-puk-puk paang-paang-paang!
“Heok…! Heok…! Heok…!”
Hee-kyung’s moans, thrashing in pure pleasure, had long since degraded into nothing but desperate gasps for oxygen while the massive cock skewered her. As she fell apart I climaxed again and unloaded more semen.
Ulguk byurrrrrrrt
“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
When that orgasm finally ended she just lay there soaked in sweat, catching her breath. The moment I pulled out, the dammed-up cum streamed free. A creampie, they call it? I couldn’t understand how a pussy dripping with semen could look so adorable.
“Seriously… Oppa’s a monster… My pussy’s still throbbing.”
At last Hee-kyung recovered enough to sit up and bring her mouth toward my cock—ready to perform the cleaning blowjob of a proper wife.
“Hee-kyung.”
“…What.”
“I’m still not dead.”
“When the hell do you ever die?! One round with you is dozens of orgasms for me. Can’t you just stop, Oppa? I’m begging you like this.”
She shrieked in horror, but since things had already gone this far I ignored her and pressed my cock forward again. She sighed and rolled over onto her stomach.
“My back hurts, so let’s do it from behind. We’ve never done it doggy-style, right?”
“…….”
“Oppa?”
What the hell?
The instant I saw Hee-kyung’s back, my cock died as if someone had flipped a switch. That small, pale expanse of waist. The moment my eyes landed on it I flinched and recoiled; my cock went soft on the spot and a heavy emptiness flooded my chest. Inside that emptiness was a thin, sharp ache. My breath shortened. Cold sweat broke out.
That back—yeah, I had covered that white back once. And then, pitifully, I had been forced into two consecutive Siofuki climaxes under Hee-kyung’s handjob and snarling voice.
Thought I wouldn’t be able to if my hand was covered in dick-juice, huh? Look at the guy squirting Siofuki with his own cum for lotion. What a man.
Sudden nausea rose. I barely swallowed the urge to retch and pulled away from her.
“Oppa? Ah, it died.”
When I still didn’t thrust after a long wait, puzzled Hee-kyung turned back around. Only then did the breath I had been holding release; after several deep breaths I managed to return to normal. Even so a dizzy fog remained in my head, so I simply collapsed onto the blanket, avoiding her.
“Oppa? Roll over. I still have to clean your cock.”
“…I can’t move.”
I forced the words out. Hee-kyung clicked her tongue and stood.
“Ugh, I knew you were overdoing it.”
She pulled wet wipes from the pack in the room, came back, and grunted as she flipped me over. The ceiling light was blindingly bright.
“Hee-kyung, turn the light off.”
“What are you talking about? I have to wipe Oppa’s cock before we sleep.”
Carefully, thoroughly, she cleaned every bit of love juice and cum that had crusted on me, then switched off the light and said,
“I’m going to wash up.”
“Just sleep.”
“Why again?! Why do you keep doing this?”
“Please, Hee-kyung. Come lie next to Oppa.”
“…Ugh.”
The ceiling light went dark. Reluctantly she came over and pillowed her head on my arm.
“Don’t push yourself from now on.”
“Yeah…”
My answer was weak. Maybe she was worried I had been hurt; she stroked my cheek and whispered,
“Is it because you suddenly went soft? I’m super satisfied, so don’t get depressed. If you’d kept going I would’ve been the one in trouble. I love sex with Oppa so much. I came so hard earlier, remember?”
It was so endearing the way she took care of her older brother that I pulled her tightly into my arms. She didn’t struggle; she nestled in quietly.
“I love you, Oppa.”
“Me too.”
“Heehee, that feels nice.”
Even with clingy Hee-kyung in my arms, my heart stayed turbulent.
What a stupid, petty bastard. Why the hell did I get trauma from that? A guy who works underworld side jobs, looks after Eun-hee noona and Gyeong-jun… why would something so small… so trivial…
But the moment the memory rose again my throat tightened, and all I could do was lament in secret where Hee-kyung couldn’t hear. Who the fuck could I ever confess this humiliation to? The sheer wretchedness of it made me squeeze poor Hee-kyung even harder.