I’ll Drink It All This Time
I came twice more in the exact same position, but that didn’t mean practice was over by any stretch of the imagination.
So now I was standing beside Lady Angela, who was seated, and sliding my cock sideways between her breasts as I moved.
“Lady Angela…!”
“Hah, ahn….”
Her face and breasts were smeared with semen, but she was still taking me in.
Her expression was still full of bashful embarrassment, yet there was something sticky and glistening in her eyes now, a flush deepening across her skin; little by little, I could tell she was heating up too.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
The weight of her gravity-heavy breasts pressing against my cock was pure bliss.
Watching those enormous breasts sway softly left and right every time they bumped against my lower body only made it worse—in the best possible way.
“You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”
“Hah… no….”
“Since this is your first time doing pajizuri too, that makes me the first man to ever put something between your breasts.”
“W-well, yes. But this is just practice….”
“Yes, but I’m happy anyway.”
I let the words trail off there and simply enjoyed the sensation of flesh rubbing against my entire cock.
The underside of her breasts.
The fact that I was moving my cock against a place no one but someone truly close to her would ever get to touch sent a strange sense of accomplishment through me.
In the end, I only pulled out after coming three times in a row like that.
“Haah… haah….”
Lady Angela drew in breath after breath, clearly having a hard time.
Holding herself steady while my movements pushed her around must have been exhausting.
As she breathed, her breasts rose and fell, and when I lifted them, the semen I’d left underneath stretched out in sticky strands like melted cheese.
It was such a filthy sight that just looking at it made my cock ache all over again.
Then Lady Angela’s strength seemed to give out, and her upper body started to pitch forward. I caught her in a hurry.
“Are you all right?”
“Haah… yes.”
I wanted to keep going, but I felt bad for overworking Lady Angela, so I figured this was a good place to stop.
“Shall we call it a day here?”
“Yes…. I’m sorry.”
Practice continued the next day as well.
This time, the lesson was handjobs.
Not the awkward two-handed gripping from before, but the proper technique this time.
Of course, this was all under the pretense of getting her used to a woman’s hands.
I sat in the bathroom chair, my cock already hard, and said to Lady Angela, “You don’t need to use both hands. One hand is enough. It’ll probably be easier to move that way.”
“Yes, I’ll try.”
Lady Angela’s right hand, slick with foam, wrapped around my cock and began moving up and down.
“Th-this really is easier….”
“I saw it on the internet.”
Thap, thap, thap!
The hand wrapped around my cock slid up and down.
A shiver of pleasure ran through my lower body as if it were trying to seize all my nerves at once, but I forced myself to focus on Lady Angela instead.
“Hah, ah… ungh!”
The way she stared at my cock was different from the first time I’d seen her, no question about it.
Her embarrassment was still there, but it was slowly taking on a sultrier color, transforming into the look of a woman.
“Kuh, this is nice…!”
She was so kind that it was almost a problem, but she definitely wasn’t stupid.
As she kept moving her hand diligently, she picked up the rhythm on her own and began amplifying my pleasure with surprising skill.
“I-is this the good spot? You keep twitching whenever my hand gets there….”
With that, she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and started rubbing the raised rim of my glans.
“Yes, right there feels good.”
“Then I’ll make it feel even better… oh! Sorry. This is practice….”
It was clear she was gradually becoming more motivated by lewd things too.
“It’s fine. This is practice for getting used to things like this, so I’d like it if you made me feel better.”
“Th-then….”
Scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch!
“Kuh…!”
As the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger moved rapidly over the rim of my glans, my waist jerked involuntarily.
At the same time, every time she moved her arm, her full breasts swayed softly as well.
And yet my eyes weren’t on her chest at all—they were on Lady Angela’s face.
Because she was already looking at me with a teasing, roguish gaze.
“What is it?”
“S-sorry. I was staring too hard, wasn’t I? I just… couldn’t help it when I saw how happy you looked because of me….”
Seeing her blush like that made my urge to come spike sharply.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and came right then and there.
Since she’d already taken it a few times by now, maybe she’d grown used to it; instead of screaming, Lady Angela silently accepted my semen with her body.
It seemed I wouldn’t need to apologize anymore for splashing it onto her face or body.
“Should we practice with your breasts this time? Like yesterday.”
“Yes….”
Calling up yesterday’s memory, she brought both arms together and shaped her breasts into a form that would make it easy for my cock to slide between them.
At that obedient sight, I wasted no time filling the space between her breasts with my cock.
---
And so four days passed.
“Dania, I’m done.”
Tonight’s dinner prep was being handled by Dania and me.
“Then wait there for a moment.”
She was mixing chopped vegetables and meat with her gloved hands.
I had no idea what she was making.
Since I only had to do what I was told, I didn’t bother asking.
“….”
Her fierce concentration on the cooking kept drawing my eyes.
Even the line of her profile was lovely, and her stern expression and tightly pressed lips from focusing were cute in their own way.
Her breasts were still bound tight with bandages, so they didn’t stand out, but her large butt, swelling against her butler’s trousers, was more than enough to please the eye.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt toward her.
She might not have shown it, but she had to have been looking forward to it inside; after all, I hadn’t properly held her once in quite a long time.
I couldn’t really call it an apology, exactly, so I let a teasing impulse take over and gave one of her butt cheeks a hard squeeze.
“Eek! W-what are you doing!”
“That was a stronger reaction than I expected.”
“Anyone would react like that if you touched them out of nowhere.”
No, they really wouldn’t. That high-pitched yelp had definitely been the sound of someone extra sensitive.
“You’ve been bottling it up because I haven’t had a chance to touch you, haven’t you?”
Normally I spent time with her like this at school from time to time, but lately even that had become impossible.
At some point, Selena had started sticking to her butler like glue, even on campus.
“...Don’t be ridiculous. Don’t go assuming everyone is as frustrated as you are.”
Her voice was cold, but to me it just sounded like a sulking girlfriend whining at me.
I wanted to loosen her up properly one of these days; I just hoped I’d get the chance soon.
“Who knows. I think everybody has desires.”
“Hmph. If Lady Angela heard you say that, she’d snort. She’s lived her whole life without ever looking to the side, devoting herself only to her daughter and her work.”
Well, no—these days she looked to the side quite a lot, actually.
“So you’re saying Lady Angela doesn’t have any sexual desire?”
“Of course not. There isn’t even the tiniest speck of anything so filthy in her.”
“I see.”
What Dania said was neatly refuted later that same night in the bath.
Lady Angela stood naked before me, staring at my groin with heated eyes.
...Yep, she was definitely awakening.
Over the last four days, I’d done quite a range of things with her.
I’d pressed myself between her breasts, slipped into the underside of them, had her give me handjobs, rubbed against her stomach, and even finished all over her armpits.
By staying close to my cock like that, her gaze had slowly begun to change.
The shame and guilt of doing indecent things with a man young enough to be her son.
The female instinct that had been held back by that shame was now starting to show itself, little by little.
And today, that change was especially pronounced.
“Lady Angela.”
“Yes?”
With her cheeks flushed, Lady Angela had been staring blankly between my legs as if under some spell. She only came to her senses after I called her name.
“Shall we do it again today?”
“Sh-should we?”
And again, her eyes drifted down to my cock.
At this point, I felt like we could probably go even further.
“What would you like to do today…?”
There was a faint note of anticipation in her voice when she asked that, so I let a bit of mischief bloom and asked her back, “What kind of practice would you like, Lady Angela?”
“M-me? Um… well, this is practice for Ian, so Ian should decide….”
“Then please pick one anyway. I want to know what you think too.”
“….”
After worrying over it with a troubled expression, she finally opened her mouth.
“P-between my breasts….”
Ah. So that had been the one she liked.
“Why did you like that one?”
“It’s not that I liked it exactly… but the hot thing wrapped around my breasts made me feel warm….”
“So you did like it, then?”
“...Yes.”
When she finally confessed what she really thought, I smiled and said, “I see. Unfortunately, I already had something else in mind.”
“Th-then why did you ask me!”
She shouted in panic, and the way she looked so unlike herself was adorable and refreshing.
Lady Angela had a surprisingly cute side to teasing, too.
“Today’s practice is fellatio.”
“Fellatio…?”
As expected, she didn’t know the term. I’d have to explain this one too.
“It means a woman stimulating a man’s private parts with her mouth.”
“With her mouth?”
It was as if I were talking about another world entirely; she seemed plainly unsettled.
Still, I thought she was perfectly capable of doing it.
Especially since her interest in my cock had only been growing stronger.
“Yes. Even if it isn’t penetration, it apparently feels a lot better than using your hand or other parts.”
“But how am I supposed to use my mouth….”
I could understand her hesitation. This wasn’t just some other part—it was her mouth.
Still, if I wanted to make her mine, I needed to raise the level of our practice.
“I’ve heard fellatio is actually pretty common between lovers and married couples. So I think it’d be good for you to get used to it.”
“I see….”
She clearly couldn’t begin to imagine it.
After thinking it over, she quietly recited a magical incantation to bolster her courage.
“For Selena’s sake….”
The effect was tremendous.
“I’ll try it.”
“Thank you, Lady Angela.”
I sat her down on the bathroom chair and stood in front of her.
My cock, already swollen with expectation, throbbed in her field of view.
Even as Lady Angela stared at my groin with awe in her eyes, she asked in a worried voice, “What if you get hurt because of this?”
“That’s why you’re only supposed to use your lips and tongue, without letting your teeth touch anything.”
“...I see.”
“Honestly, I’m a little scared of getting hurt too. But I’ll do my best for Selena.”
“Ian…. All right.”
Having made up her mind, she brought her face close to my cock.
“I’m a little scared, but I’ll try my best. So you can get used to a woman’s mouth, Ian.”
The moment I nodded, Lady Angela’s pink tongue slipped between her lips.
She lapped at my glans over and over, and the way her tongue teased the tip and the area around the urethral opening didn’t feel bad at all.
The sight of her diligently moving her tongue and head up and down made her look almost like an animal mother carefully licking her young.
That’s how much sincerity and caution she was putting into it.
“I-is this right…?”
There was no confidence at all in the way she asked.
I wanted to tell her yes from the bottom of my heart, but this level of stimulation was too frustratingly light to let me do that.
Honestly, when I’d imagined a relationship with her, I hadn’t expected it to turn into a situation where I’d be teaching her every little thing like this.
That just showed how little sexual knowledge or experience Lady Angela had.
Still, there was something appealing about slowly making her, with that mature married-woman appearance and her girl-like personality, more depraved in exactly my taste.
“Could you bite down just a little and move your head? Like you’re running your lips over it instead of using your fingers.”
“Bite down… yes.”
She slowly swallowed my cock, keeping her mouth as open as she could.
Her soft lips wrapped around my glans as they passed over it, followed by the touch of her tongue.
Lady Angela, now fully motivated in her own way, pushed her head forward until the tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.
“Kohk!”
“You don’t have to push yourself that hard.”
“Huuup… huuup….”
After boldly taking me in, she seemed to have no idea what to do next, so she just stood there breathing through her nose and watching my face anxiously.
“Move forward and back like that.”
“Chuup… chupp, huup. Chuuup….”
At last she began sucking and working me over, and her head moved with surprising flexibility.
She wasn’t just sliding up and down; she was moving in small waves too, and the result was actually a pretty good kind of stimulation.
It seemed she was trying to be careful of my safety, because I couldn’t feel her teeth at all, which meant I could relax and enjoy it.
“Lady Angela, that’s good….”
When I said that while looking into her eyes, I could see her brighten with pleasure.
It was obvious she was beginning to discover not only the appeal of my cock, but the pleasure of serving me too.
“Chuuup, chupp. Huuaa…. Haaah, haaah… haahup, chuuup…!”
She seemed to be running out of breath, because she pulled off my cock for a moment to catch it, then opened her mouth again and took me back in.
The way she worked so earnestly at practice was so lovely that my hand almost reached out to pat her head without me even realizing it.
...No, petting her head would be a bit much. Maybe later, but not now.
Did Lady Angela know what I was thinking? Probably not.
Maybe it was because of her unhappy marriage, or maybe because she’d been too busy working to meet men, but she had no idea how attractive she really was.
By the way, this was much better than the first time, when she’d only licked me like a cat, but it was still pretty rough around the edges.
I was starting to crave a stronger stimulus, so just as I was about to say something, she pulled away from my cock and asked, “You said this was the part that felt good, right?”
“Huh? Kk—Lady Angela!”
The sudden stimulation made my hips jerk.
Lady Angela had pulled her mouth away just enough to hold my glans between her lips, and now she was moving quickly, scraping the rim of it with her mouth.
“Chup, chup, chuuup, chup!”
She clearly remembered the weakness of a man that she’d learned from that handjob lesson last time.
On top of that, maybe because my reaction had given her confidence, she was sucking harder than before, and a powerful wave of pleasure surged through me.
“Hah…! Lady Angela, that feels good!”
She kept focusing on the glans for a moment longer, then glanced up at me once before speeding up even more.
Every time the rim of my glans caught on her lips, pleasure crackled through me, and the tongue that brushed my cock before slipping away again was intensely stimulating too.
“Lady Angela, I’m about to—!”
Right before I came, Lady Angela seemed to sense it from my voice and pulled away from me.
I wanted to force it into her mouth, but I couldn’t do that, so instead I used my own impatient hand to finish myself off.
“Kyah!”
Lady Angela, who had been watching me work myself over in a daze, startled and flinched.
I sprayed her with a full load before saying, “Are you all right?”
I wiped away the semen that had landed on her closed eyelids.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to have gone inside.
“Yes, y-yes….”
Gulp.
“Did you just swallow it?”
“It must have gotten into my mouth somehow. I didn’t even realize it… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Men like it when women drink their semen.”
“Is that so? Then….”
The way Lady Angela stretched out the end of her sentence, her eyes somehow looked even lewder than before.
“T-this time, I’ll drink it all….”