The Forbidden Transaction
"Wait... how could you just slide it in before I was ready..."
"You were going to let me do it anyway, weren't you?"
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't have warned me... I wasn't mentally prepared yet..."
She seemed genuinely startled; I could feel Vera’s body stiffen slightly. At this rate, she was going to cramp up. "I'm sorry for entering without any foreplay. I'll make it up to you by loosening up those tense muscles."
Haa-ah. As I pressed firmly into the hands wrapped around her waist, a moan escaped Vera’s lips. Every time I pressed, I felt the sensation deep in my own cock. As I rubbed my hands up and down, it felt like sliding a handkerchief over the wrinkled skin at the base of my member. Perhaps because it was my first time doing it from behind, the sensation was entirely new. I continued to slide my hands up and down. My right hand slipped into her skirt to stimulate the area around her clitoris, while my other hand reached into her blouse, cupping her breasts from beneath to lift them with my arm.
Vera had erogenous zones beneath her breasts—what people often called "under-boob"—so stimulating them like this made her shiver. It had the added benefit of supporting her heavy chest.
My fingers moved along the junction where my cock met her pussy. I made sure never to touch her clitoris directly, focusing only on the plump, maiden-like folds of her labia. By just staying inserted and teasing her without thrusting, I drew a desperate, aching sound from her. After being thoroughly ravaged for the past few days, this kind of agonizingly slow foreplay must have been maddening.
"Shall we move now?"
"Mm, well, if we need to continue the 'inspection,' I suppose we must..."
"Then reach out and brace yourself against the wall."
"Isn't this too exposed? Someone might walk by... let's go deeper, past those crates over there."
"Hmm, I’m quite happy right here."
Oh-ho-oh! When I gave her a sharp thrust, a sound so lewd escaped her lips that I couldn't believe it came from Vera. She seemed incredibly aroused by the fact that we were having sex outdoors. Of course, if I pointed that out, she would never admit it.
"Then, if you walk over there, I'll do it for you."
"Then hurry... *ungh-ah!*"
Vera’s legs scrambled to find footing. She seemed to be trying to pull away from my cock to move, but when I hugged her tight and pushed my hips upward, her heels lifted off the ground, forcing her onto her tiptoes.
"You have to keep my cock inside you while we walk."
"*Hnn-gh*, I will. I’ll do it, so... please, just let me down..."
I loosened my arms and bent my knees slightly, and Vera began to inch forward. Before she knew it, she was clutching the parasol I had propped up nearby. Perhaps because doggy-style forced my cock to hit deeper, her legs were trembling like a newborn animal’s.
"If we’re going to go, let's go quickly, shall we? Otherwise, I’m going to keep pounding your pussy right here."
Slap.
"*Ungh!*"
I thrust again, and she seemed to reach a climax; I could feel her panties soaking through. She was using the parasol as a cane, leaning her weight against it. At this rate, we wouldn't reach the wall until the sun went down.
"I suppose I should help you. I'll push you forward, so try not to fall."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Every time my pelvis hit her milk-pudding-soft buttocks, a wet slapping sound echoed. With every thrust, I took a step, and Vera was forced to take a step forward in rhythm. It was a miracle she didn't collapse, relying on nothing but a single parasol.
Tap.
Finally, Vera’s palms hit the wall. She leaned against it, gasping for air.
"How could you keep getting in my way like that..."
"If I hadn't helped you, I don't think you would have made it a single step. You're being very cruel."
Vera pushed her hips back without a word. Her buttocks, pressed against my pubic bone, molded perfectly to my body.
"Huu..."
I pulled down my trousers. If I kept them on, the front would be soaked through like a bed-wetter's.
"We've made it this far, so we can finish it now, right?"
"Just... let me rest for a moment..."
Even though Vera had been the one to push her hips back, Edward didn't seem to have an ounce of fatigue, immediately starting to grind his hips again.
"I haven't even finished once yet!"
Before the thought, *Oh, is that so?* could even fully form, a violent wave of pleasure wiped my mind clean.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"*Hnn! Oh! Oh-ho-oh!*"
Surrounded by her thick, wet pussy, Edward’s cock—which hadn't been able to ejaculate for a while—was hard to the point of breaking. He forcefully parted Vera’s already slick, exhausted pussy, striking the entrance to her womb, which felt closer than ever. Vera was feeling it intensely, her juices dripping as she let out moans completely unbecoming of her status. She kept telling herself she shouldn't make such sounds, but her body refused to listen.
'If someone hears me making these noises...'
Creak—
"*Hk!*"
The sound of the church door opening echoed.
'S-someone is actually...!'
Even at the sound of the door, Edward didn't care in the slightest, slamming his hips into her pussy until it thwacked loudly.
"*Hnn*, someone, *ngh*, someone is!"
"It's dark in this corner, so you won't be seen. You just have to hold in the noise."
"*Mm, mph, mmmph!*"
Vera tried to cover her mouth with one hand, but her trembling fingers couldn't stifle the sound. In the end, she bit down on the hem of her blouse to muffle her cries. Naturally, there were no blankets here, so it was the edge of her own top that ended up in her mouth. The fabric, hanging loose, exposed her voluptuous breasts to the world. They bounced back and forth in time with Edward’s rhythm. The sensation of her breasts swaying finally snapped Vera back to reality. Realizing that her upper body, exposed above the crates, might be visible, she managed to open the parasol with one hand and place it atop the crates. With that, the parasol completely shielded their bodies from the outside.
The sight of a high-end parasol opened in such a dark, hidden corner would surely smell suspicious, but Vera’s mind, clouded by the tidal wave of pleasure, couldn't think that far ahead. Of course, Edward thought it didn't matter much, as adultery only became evidence if you were caught in the act.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Edward grabbed her full breasts with both hands and shook his hips. As the breasts swayed, the tension in her shoulders vanished, allowing her to focus entirely on the pleasure. It felt as if Edward’s thick cock was scraping the inside of her very soul. As his powerful arms restrained her, Vera felt not frustration, but the scent of a young male and a strange, profound sense of security. Held tightly like that, Vera was pounded unilaterally, as if she were nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.
Step, step, step.
"*Ngh! Unngh!*"
'If they come this way, *hnn*, it’ll be the end of me...'
Squish-squish-squish!
Footsteps approached. Terrified of being caught, Vera’s pussy tightened around his already thick cock. That only served to trap her further. Edward’s thick glans scraped her vaginal walls so intensely it sounded as if they were tearing. Once on the way in, once on the way out. Vera felt as if her brain were melting from the pleasure. Her moans were growing louder, but she was too far gone to even notice.
"*Hk! Haa-ah!*"
The fact that she shouldn't make noise was completely forgotten; from her parted lips flowed the voice of a female in heat, rejoicing in the act of mating. Edward, who had been staring at those red lips, forgetting even to move his hips, spoke up.
"Vera, I'll help you stay quiet."
'A-ah, no, you shouldn't...'
Vera turned her head, dazed, and Edward’s lips covered hers. She seemed to resist slightly as his arms wrapped around the back of her neck, but as he began to move his hips again, that resistance vanished. To have her lips sealed, to breathe something other than air. Edward’s lips were passionate yet soft. Drinking in that intense, yet never rough, breath, Vera felt a heat different from the summer sun filling her chest.
They said summer was the season when people became more open, didn't they? Breaking through the defenses of Vera, who had melted like ice under the midsummer sun, Edward’s tongue slipped between her lips. Exhausted by the violent intercourse, Vera surrendered and accepted his tongue. Edward’s tongue began to ravage the inside of her small mouth. Feeling his tongue’s movements, Vera thought, dazed: what Edward was licking wasn't merely her tongue, but the sexual desire Vera had kept hidden for so long. She felt her own desire, which she had never once acknowledged, intertwining with Edward’s tongue, shattering the things that had suppressed her. Things like, for instance, the trivial sense of loyalty she’d held for her late husband.
The wreckage of her broken heart was being cleared away by the rhythmic, back-and-forth thrusts of his cock. As their lips parted, Vera felt the hot semen filling her belly, as cool air rushed in to replace the heat of their kiss. That semen was as hot as the gaze Edward fixed upon her.
The footsteps were gone. Whether that person had actually left, or if the sound had simply stopped registering in her ears, she didn't care. All that remained was the guilt toward her daughter for kissing her son-in-law, and the primal female, rejoicing so intensely that it threatened to drown out everything else.
"Who said you could just cum inside me?"
"Did you hate it, Vera?"
Vera didn't answer; she simply leaned in and pressed a short kiss to Edward’s lips.