The Widow Landlady’s First Climax (1)
"Sluurp, chuup! Chup, juup!"
"Angela… ngh!"
Maybe my reaction had been obvious enough to amuse her, because Angela kept teasing the swollen edge of my glans with her lips, stubborn and relentless.
She worried that exact point with such steady precision that I couldn’t help letting out a groan at the corner of my mouth.
"Chuuup, chuup! Hwoop!"
And this was her first time doing this with her mouth, too, but she was learning frighteningly fast.
Squeezing her lips tight to press hard against the rim of my glans, then sucking me in and drawing back at just the right moment—her technique was anything but clumsy.
"Angela…!"
The pleasure spread from my lower body all the way through me, and before I knew it, I was calling to her in a desperate voice.
Every time I did, Angela looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and kept working her mouth with tireless devotion.
At last, the second release came rushing in.
I lost the timing while moaning, and without warning I spilled semen into her mouth.
"Hup, mmmf!"
Angela’s eyes went wide in surprise, but she didn’t pull away—she swallowed it all.
When the climax ended, she parted her lips with a soft smack, and when a last drop of semen escaped from the tip, she even sucked that up too.
She kept her word. She said she’d drink it all, and she did.
"Haa… haah…."
"Are you all right? I didn’t expect you to really swallow everything."
"I’m fine. It’s a little unusual… but strangely, it doesn’t taste bad."
If her first time swallowing semen didn’t disgust her, didn’t that mean she had a lot of talent?
"I’m sorry. I was too much, wasn’t I? But when I see you feeling good, Ian, I get happy too, and then I just…."
"No, it’s fine. If we’re doing this together, I’d like you to be happy too, Angela."
Her losing her resistance to dirty things, becoming more and more willing—that was good news for me.
Besides, it was only the second round, yet Angela’s surprisingly intense attack had made me spill a fair amount of semen.
That just meant her mouth service was excellent.
Of course, there was no way I’d be satisfied with that, and my cock was still standing hard.
"Can I ask you to keep going? Your mouth feels too good, Angela. I think I’ll need a little more time to get used to it."
"…Yes."
Her face flushed as she nodded.
Every time I asked her for something, the time she took to think about it grew shorter and shorter.
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After that, I came two more times, making it four total, and I was still having my glans sucked.
...Wow, seriously? At this point, isn’t she a natural?
She didn’t have much sexual experience or knowledge, so her pattern was simple, but that one pattern was terrifyingly effective.
It felt like watching a rookie athlete cover a lack of finesse with absurd physical ability.
As someone who prided myself on being something of a veteran, I was on the verge of having a fifth load sucked out of me by a late-blooming married novice.
"I’m cumming!"
Semen burst out with a ferocity no less intense than the first time.
But despite that force, every last bit was swallowed by Angela.
I let out a long breath of satisfaction and leaned back.
But somewhere in the middle, I’d been too overwhelmed by pleasure to pay close attention, and Angela’s condition had changed quite a bit from before.
Her eyes looked a little dazed, her tongue slipped out between her lips, and even her breathing sounded thick with heat—not the breath of someone exhausted, but of someone thoroughly aroused.
"Angela?"
"Haa… yes?"
"You’re breathing pretty hard. Are you sure you’re okay?"
"Yes… I just keep going and it starts to feel strange…."
She stroked her lower belly with one hand and continued in a sticky, sultry voice.
"It feels hot and tight down here."
"So Angela’s getting turned on too."
"I think so…."
Shy, but honest about what she was feeling.
Even if I kept my face composed, I couldn’t help being startled inside.
Earlier than I’d expected, she’d completely discovered the appeal of lewd things.
It probably helped that she herself had been the one making me feel good.
...I’d planned to stop around here today, but maybe I could push a little further?
Watching Angela looking flushed and aroused made me greedy.
No, this was exactly the time to go further.
"Angela. Do you think we could try something different now?"
She looked up at me, unable to hide the natural charm of a woman spilling out from her body.
"Yes…?"
"I can’t say I’ve completely gotten used to it yet, but I think I’ve become somewhat accustomed to a woman’s body. Now I want to practice making a woman feel good."
"I did feel good just now…."
Even now, a little embarrassed, she looked away as she said it.
"No. I mean I’ll be the one making you feel good."
"Ah… yes."
"Could you stand up for a moment?"
She stood at my request, and I moved behind her.
"You know what foreplay is, right?"
"…Yes."
Ah, she knew that much. Good—no matter how little experience she had, it would be strange not to know foreplay.
"I was thinking of practicing how to please a woman through foreplay. Would that be all right?"
"How are you… planning to do that?"
"I’m going to touch your body with my hands. All you have to do is stay still and feel my touch."
"Ah, all right."
Her answer carried a trace of tension, but she didn’t hesitate much.
After all, I’d already been grinding my cock over every inch of her body for the past few days, so being touched with my hands probably felt much less burdensome.
Once I had her permission, I pressed my body against her back without hesitation.
My cock, still lifted, was trapped between her backside and my own body, but that wasn’t the main attraction right now.
"Hah…."
The moment I cupped her massive breasts, one in each hand, a sweet little sound escaped her lips.
I slid my hands up from beneath them to judge their weight, and the heaviness pressing into my palms was no joke.
When I spread my fingers and squeezed again, the soft flesh of her chest swelled and wrapped itself around my hands.
"Angela’s breasts are really beautiful."
"…."
Maybe because she was being held from behind, Angela fell silent, too shy to say anything.
When I took hold of the front of her breasts with both hands and teased her nipples with my index fingers, another moan slipped from her tightly closed lips.
"Hhn, there…."
"How does it feel? I’d like you to tell me in detail, so I know whether I’m doing it right."
"Maybe because my body’s so sensitive right now… ahh. It feels good."
"How does it feel good?"
As I said that, I gave her hardening nipple a light pinch, and her body twitched.
"Your hands are so thick and warm, Ian… every time you touch me, it feels like my body is jolting."
"Then I am doing well, aren’t I? I’m glad."
"Yes, hhn. Haaahn…."
Her honest reactions were so satisfying that I kept rolling her nipples between my fingers.
Every time I did, she jerked or shifted slightly, and the cock pressed against her back was rewarded with a flood of pleasure.
"I-it’s touching…."
"That’s part of the foreplay too. It feels good when you’re touched there too, doesn’t it?"
"…Yes."
I softly squeezed and kneaded her breasts while rubbing my cock along the crease of her ass and the hollow of her back, and the nasal sounds at her ear grew louder and louder.
It was time to reveal my real purpose.
"W-wait. Ian?"
Angela, moaning beneath my touch, suddenly called out in surprise.
My right hand was slowly moving toward her lower belly.
"That’s a little difficult…."
"It’s all right. I’ll make you feel good."
When I touched her clitoris with neatly aligned fingertips, her shoulders tightened.
"Have you ever masturbated?"
"No… I know how, but I was scared…."
Then she must have built up a huge amount of tension. I should let it out while I had the chance.
Her already swollen clitoris rubbed against my fingertips and became even more pronounced.
"Would it be all right if I put my fingers inside?"
"Inside is a little…."
"This is supposed to be one of the ways a man can pleasure a woman. I’m not putting my own thing inside, so it should be fine."
"Then please don’t go too deep…."
"I won’t."
I had no intention of going deep anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.
I curved my middle and ring fingers like hooks and slowly pushed them in.
Already aroused and stimulated at her clitoris, Angela’s wetness accepted my fingers without resistance.
"Huu…."
Her trembling body, pressed against mine, came through clearly.
As I calmly traced the upper wall inside her with my fingertips, I felt a slightly raised, bumpy spot.
The moment I pressed down firmly on it—
"Nngh!"
Angela’s body went rigid, and a breathless sound escaped her.
"This is called the G-spot. It’s supposed to be the most pleasurable spot in a woman’s body. How does it feel?"
"It feels like electricity is running through me, so… i-it feels good, I think."
"Then I’ll keep going."
Squish, squish, squish!
"Ngnh! Hhn!"
As I kept stimulating her G-spot over and over, Angela started moaning louder than she ever had before.
"Th-this… is weird… ahh!"
"I’m practicing how to make a woman feel good, so all you have to do is enjoy yourself, Angela."
With my right hand I worked her G-spot, and with my left I teased her left nipple.
Her soft, warm body, pinned against mine and tormented at its most sensitive points, trembled lightly.
The more she trembled, the more her cunt leaked, making my fingers easier to move.
Thanks to that, I didn’t have to worry about hurting her and could thrust my fingers in even more fiercely.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Hah, Ian!"
"Does my hand feel good?"
"Yes! It feels good, so… stop, nghh!"
Maybe she was afraid because this was pleasure after such a long time.
But I couldn’t stop here.
"Tell me in detail!"
"Your fingers, Ian… haaahn! They keep poking inside me, ngnh! Nnh! Ahh! And touching my breasts feels… so good!"
Unable to bear the pleasure any longer, she cried out, and her voice of pleasure echoed through the bathhouse.
Her reaction was more intense than anything I’d seen from her before, and it turned me on too, so I ground my cock hard against her back.
"Ngh! I-Ian’s thing is… hhah, so hot. Haaahn!"
The demure, composed woman I’d known was completely undone now, making the sounds of a woman in heat.
Wanting to see more of this secret side of her, I kept tormenting her insides without stopping.
"Th-that’s no good there! Hahh!"
The place she was talking about was, of course, her nipple.
When I pinched and tugged it hard between my thumb and forefinger, instead of hurting, she let out a moan full of excitement.
"Nngh, hhn! Ian, wai— just a moment! This feels weird… nghh!"
Angela, now close to climax, couldn’t even finish her sentences and only let out broken cries.
When I gently bit and sucked at her ear, her cries grew even louder.
"Ahn! N-not the ear… if you keep biting me… nngh! Haaahn, haaah!"
At last, Angela climaxed, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
She jerked her hips in spasms, but with my hands gripping her breasts and cunt, she couldn’t escape.
"Ahh, ahh… haa… haa…."
"Angela, did you just climax?"
At my question, she looked up at me with a slightly weakened gaze.
"Th-this is climax…?"
"Was this your first time?"
"Yes… I’ve never experienced anything like this before…."
Her first orgasm, then. Just what kind of husband had she been married to?
I didn’t know the details, but I could tell he hadn’t considered her feelings even a little.
"Haa… hhn, haaah…."
Leaning against me, Angela let out sweet, trembling breaths.
It made me angry to think that a man had married such an attractive, lovable woman and never once made her feel good.
At the same time, I found myself wanting to take her further.
And from the start, I’d been planning to make her come a lot.
"Did I do well?"
"Yes… your hands felt good, Ian."
"Can I keep going? I don’t think I’ve quite got the hang of it yet."
"I-it was already good enough… and because it’s such a strange feeling, I’m starting to get a little scared…."
"Then it seems like both you and I need to get more used to it. Do you think you can let me have you five more times from here?"
"Huh? Nghh!"
My hand, which had been resting for a moment, moved again.
Her already slick cunt seemed pleased, immediately beginning to leak more wetness.
"Hah! Ahn! Ahh, wait… Ian, nghh!"
There was shameless sweetness in the way she called my name.
Thanks to that, my left hand, which had been kneading her breasts, became even busier.
"You said you liked your breasts being touched. How do you like them touched?"
"Hhn, ngh! S-so, pinch them harder… but if you do that my body gets all weird, so don’t pinch— ahhh!"
As if she hadn’t been lying, the moment I pinched her nipples, her waist gave a light jolt.
Then, realizing I’d been focusing too much on her chest and neglecting the hand in her cunt, I jabbed at her G-spot harder.
"Nngh, ngh! Hahh…! Uuungh!"
Her body convulsed, and I could feel the walls of her pussy clinging to my fingers.
Maybe because she’d already tasted climax once, she reached it faster than before.
"Angela. You came again, didn’t you?"
"Hhn, haa… yes, yes… I came…."
"Sorry. Seeing how good you feel made me unable to stop."
"It’s all right…."
Even after she answered, her breathing remained sticky with arousal.
"There are four more times left. Think you can handle that?"
"Four more…."
Angela’s gaze dropped downward.
My fingers, poised inside her as though they might move again any second, were ready and waiting.
"Y-yes…."