Honeymoon, Journey (6)
Episode 49: Honeymoon, Trip (6)
“Ah, I’m exhausted.” Winnie got up from her seat. “Maybe it’s because it’s bigger than usual, but my jaw feels like it’s going to dislocate.”
Winnie, who complained with a stretch, slithered into the tent. My pants were already bulging at the front; she was heading into a strange place.
“I don’t think I can do it with my mouth anymore, so get in here and go to sleep!”
Once her yelling head disappeared into the tent, nothing was left outside but the crackling campfire. As if to provoke me, her hands popped out one by one, tossing articles of clothing into the bag outside the tent. She had taken off her shoes before going in, and now her top, shorts, underwear, and more underwear followed… Is she naked?
As soon as her hands stopped moving, I approached the tent and opened the door. Normally, I would have waited and teased her a bit, but my cock was so erect that it was hard to hold back. When I shoved the fabric door aside, I made eye contact with Winnie.
“…”
We definitely made eye contact. Winnie averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t seen me. When I went around to the side to check, she had her eyes squeezed shut.
“Snore, snore…”
“Who makes snoring sounds with their mouth when they’re sleeping?”
“…”
Since she had thrown all her clothes outside, Winnie was sleeping—no, pretending to sleep—completely naked. Even so, it was hard to accept that she was asleep. Even a child could tell she was wide awake. Still, perhaps having a shred of shame, she was lying face down. It was a sight both similar to and different from the time I did it from behind in front of Monica.
The deep valley that ran across her smooth back, which was pressed against the floor because her breasts weren't getting in the way. As I moved my finger along that groove, Winnie flinched. I could see her lean muscles and erector spinae highlighted along her shoulder blades and ribs. It didn't seem to be because she exercised a lot, but rather because she was thin.
Moving past her bare back, my hand went to her buttocks, which were—like her back—completely devoid of pants or panties. Like two firm, soft loaves of bread, her buttocks were much more prominent than her waist, emphasizing her femininity. Perhaps to keep up the charade of sleeping, she didn't get up even when I touched her.
Squish, squish.
Perhaps because her waist and legs were stretched out in a straight line, her buttocks looked firmer than usual. Is it because the direction of gravity is different than when she’s standing? The flesh usually folded under her buttocks seemed to have been pulled up and gathered together. She had taken off all her undergarments, except for the black underwear that tightened her legs, which only seemed to accentuate the look. After playing with her skin until it turned a faint red, I pulled out my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Is the mouth not an option…”
At my mutter, Winnie wrapped her arms around herself even tighter. She had been lying prone with her arms under her head, but she had hidden her face between her arms in a posture like someone resting their head on a desk. I was just saying that, but she’s cute.
I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. The ravine of her plump flesh parted, revealing the soft, chubby pussy hidden beneath. The adorable, pink-dot-like anus above it was a bonus. Her pussy seemed to have been waiting in anticipation, as it was already salivating. In time with the rhythm of Winnie’s breathing, her pussy twitched and pulsed.
At that sight, I pressed my cock against her buttocks. Usually, the feeling of that crack alone would have been enough for me to climax, but I couldn't settle for something so vague right now. It looked wet and loose enough that no foreplay was needed. How convenient to have a pussy that uses her "mouth-pussy" to self-lubricate without me even having to touch it.
I pressed my glans against her, pressing down with my hips in a posture that literally ravaged the prone Winnie. It naturally ended up looking like I was lying on top of her. Most of my weight was supported by my arms and legs on the floor, though.
The pussy that remembered my cock tightened around me just right, as if welcoming me. It felt like a passionate welcome, perhaps out of regret for almost seeing me yesterday but failing to. She pleaded with me not to leave, asking how long it had been since I entered. I ejaculated inside the pussy that was tightening hard, trying to squeeze my cock. Even so, the effect didn't wear off, and my erection didn't subside. It had the same effect as stuffing her full of my seeds and sealing her off with a plug.
“You know this is your fault, right?”
I shook my hips, using the semen filling her pussy as lubricant. It felt as if the semen I had ejaculated earlier was coating the inner walls. I filled the small space between my glans and her vaginal wall and enjoyed the flavor as I moved.
“Cheeky little thing, tempting me like that!”
Slap, slap. My hips made contact with Winnie’s buttocks, and the wet, slapping sounds filled the inside of the tent. The louder the noise, the more I felt my cock knocking at the door near Winnie’s womb. At this point, she could at least make a sound. She’s really good at holding back her moans.
I struck Winnie with a cock that had become thicker, harder, and longer than usual, as if to break her. Like a battering ram, I kept at it, trying to break through the gate of her womb. In fact, Winnie’s solid guard was crumbling. If I broke through her guard like this and sprayed plenty of sperm that would become my seeds…
‘Wait, she’s on contraceptives, right?’
“Thinking about all the semen I’ve wasted so far, it’s infuriating!”
The thought that she was trying to block me, even though I was ejaculating with the intent of getting her pregnant, just made me want to penetrate her even more. It was like a battle between a spear and a shield. A man trying to impregnate, and a woman trying to block it however she could. And in this position…
“Honestly, just bear my child!”
“Ugh!❤”
The spear was overwhelmingly advantageous. At the point where she had already allowed the intrusion, the fall was just a matter of time. I thrust my cock as if sinking my teeth into her. Winnie had no choice but to accept the sensation of the stabbing "fangs," unable to move as she was ravaged by the predator, the lion. I supported my upper body with my arms, put my weight into it, and moved my hips to knock on her "baby room."
“Hup!”
“Hnng, hng, hng!”
Unable to hold it back any longer, moans leaked from Winnie’s lips. Every time that lascivious sound rang out, my cock grew harder. I couldn't hold out much longer and ended up ejaculating inside Winnie. As I pulled my cock out, pushed away by the pressure of her pussy trembling and clenching in the throes of climax, the contents flowed out. The sight of the semen flowing between the folds of her flesh looked like cream spilling from a pie. Winnie’s pussy twitched, as if missing the rod that had been filling it.
Winnie seemed to have completely given up on pretending to sleep, as she looked back at me and wiggled her buttocks. My cock hadn't died down yet. Without a word, I re-inserted it. This time, I held Winnie tighter, as if embracing her more closely, and moved my hips with a calmer, softer rhythm. As I lifted my head, I made eye contact with Winnie, who was exhaling ragged breaths.
“…Kiss… me…”
I hesitated to kiss her naturally because of a faint scent. I remembered that just moments ago, she had swallowed my semen with that mouth. …That’s a bit much. Besides, it was hard to kiss because of our position. I lifted my right hand and put my fingers into her mouth. I imprisoned Winnie in my embrace, pressing down, and violated her mouth with my fingers. Her small, plump tongue slipped between them. I was violating her below and above. She seemed a bit dissatisfied, but she was still sucking on my fingers diligently.
“Winnie.”
“…Hm?”
Winnie’s mouth tightened around my fingers. I pressed down on her tongue so she couldn't answer.
“We’re going to do this until you get pregnant today…”
Suddenly, her pussy tightened. With a squeezing sensation, I felt something slip away, and I ejaculated inside Winnie.
“Spray it all over me…”
Along with Winnie’s voice, a sense of relief—the likes of which I’d never felt before—washed over me. ‘A-at this rate, she really might get pregnant.’ Edward hadn’t been ejaculating inside lately, so it had been a long time since she’d had to take the tea. While it was said to be effective as post-coital contraception, it was common knowledge that the sooner you took it, the better.
Winnie looked for her bag, but remembered she had thrown it outside the tent to provoke Edward for no reason. She spat out my finger and asked, “A-are you still going to do more?”
Edward didn't answer; he just kept pressing his cock down, as if demanding she get pregnant. At this rate, she couldn't even dream of escaping the tent—she couldn't even move. After trying to escape a few times, Winnie realized that with her fragile body, she couldn't do anything against him just pressing down from above.
“Hey, Edward, you’re heavy…”
She could feel Edward’s rock-like body behind her back. In their tightly pressed state, she could map out what his upper body looked like just from the sensation on her back. Lying covered by Edward, who was like a heavy, thick winter quilt, she realized the difference in their build. He seemed twice as big as Winnie, who was… average.
‘…This might not be so bad…’
Before she knew it, the feeling of being suffocated she’d felt at first had vanished, and he started to feel as comfortable as a real quilt. It was a feeling of him securely protecting her. For Winnie, who had grown up without a father, it was a feeling she was experiencing for the first time.
‘But why isn’t he moving?’
“Edward?”
Even if he was staying inside for aftercare, this was too long. When she lifted her head to look at his face, she saw him lying there with his eyes closed, unmoving.
“E-Edward!”