The Widow Landlady’s First Orgasm
“Nnngh, ah! Haaah, Ian…!”
Angela’s cries echoed through the spacious bathhouse.
On top of that, the wet sound of my fingers rubbing her slit was a shameless little assault on the ears.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Ahn! Hah, ah! This, this is incredible… nnnh!”
She had already come several times, and now she was completely drenched in pleasure.
Her unfocused eyes drifted somewhere into the air, and from her parted lips came a woman’s helpless sounds, while each time she jerked her hips, beads of sweat clinging to her nipples and chin fell to the floor.
Her reactions only grew more intense.
Maybe she was high on desire after being starved of this feeling for so long, but Angela’s body practically gave off a seductive pheromone, urging my hands to keep going.
“Angela, do you remember how many times you’ve come so far?”
“Haaah, ah! Nnngh! I-I don’t know…!”
“Try to think carefully.”
Even while asking her, I kept mercilessly abusing her G-spot, making it impossible for her to focus.
“Nnngh! Huh, I don’t know…! I can’t think of anything except your fingers, Ian… haaah!”
“Then I’ll tell you. So far, Angela, you’ve come five times.”
“F-Five times… nngh…!”
She trailed off in disbelief, only to immediately let out another raw, feminine sound.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
As I rocked her body, her breasts bounced and swayed.
Both nipples stood hard and eager, begging to be touched, but my right hand was busy tormenting her G-spot while my left was working her clit, so I couldn’t spare them the attention.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself this much, Angela. That means I’m doing it right, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes! You’re doing wonderfully! I feel so good I’ve already come five times…!”
With the orgasms coming so often, Angela’s legs looked as if they might give out at any moment.
Even so, she kept both arms behind her head, clinging to my neck from where she stood behind me, somehow holding herself upright and refusing to collapse.
Whether it was for Selena’s future, or because she simply didn’t want this to stop, I couldn’t tell.
Then, all at once, her vaginal walls contracted, clamping down around the fingers buried inside her.
It was the sign that she was right on the edge and wanted me rougher.
Responding to that signal, I drove into her with all I had and rubbed my cock hard against the lower part of her back.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
“I-Ian! I think I’m…! I’m going to… nnnngh!”
The end came earlier than expected. Angela threw her hips forward and convulsed.
And unlike her earlier climaxes, this one sent a gush surging from her cunt.
Fwoosh! Fshh!
“Hah! Ugh! Ahh… ngh!”
Hanging on to my neck with both hands while she jolted her hips was indecently erotic.
The sight of her spraying female juices between her thighs like a fountain was so instinctive, so thoroughly animal, that it hardly suited the chairman of a major corporation.
I wished I could see her climax head-on, with her cunt, breasts, and armpits all laid bare without restraint.
“Haaah… haa… haaah…”
As she finally began to settle, Angela, who had been leaning all her weight into me, slowly found her balance again.
I slipped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling, and with my other hand I gently kneaded her breasts.
“Hah, huh… haa…”
Still not quite recovered from the aftershocks, she let me massage her chest in silence, and I spoke softly to her.
“You finally finished all your turns.”
“Yes…”
“I think you’ve gotten a sense of it now, so if we keep practicing steadily, you should get a lot better.”
“Yes…”
“Are you all right?”
“…Yes.”
Her mechanical answer made it obvious she was absolutely not all right.
Six orgasms in a row, all at once, and her first ever at that—no wonder her head was spinning.
By then, Angela was staring down at the floor a little in front of her.
The puddle of her arousal had already gone down the drain, but just moments ago that had been the spot where it had pooled.
“Looks like you really enjoyed that.”
Realizing what I was looking at, Angela blushed.
“I-It’s embarrassing. To think I’d wet myself at my age… I just suddenly went weak all over….”
“It wasn’t urine. That was female arousal fluid—something that only comes out when a woman feels really, really good.”
“Is that so…?”
As if she were still thinking back on the climax, her gaze refused to leave the place where the fluid had splashed.
Seeing that only made me greedier.
Now that she’d discovered the joy of being a woman, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to cross the line with her?
“Angela.”
“...Yes? Eek!”
Startled by the unfamiliar sensation between her legs, she flinched.
It was my cock, which had slipped out between her thighs and her slit.
“Wouldn’t it be best if we tried penetration too? That seems like the most important part, so I think we’ll need practice….”
“....”
Angela’s gaze, still fixed downward, trembled uneasily.
The most precious part of her, something she could never allow anyone except the man she had promised herself to for life.
Even with our agreement not to penetrate, she didn’t refuse me outright. Instead, she sank into thought.
...At this point, I’ve got a real chance.
“I know it’s an unreasonable request, but I really think I have to try it myself to know. If Selena ends up disappointed on her first night….”
“....”
My words only drew her deeper into hesitation.
And yet, in the eyes that looked down at the cock peeking out between her thighs, there was still lust, still heat.
As I waited with hopeful patience, her lips finally parted.
But the answer she gave was the exact opposite of what I wanted.
“I’m sorry….”
“Angela….”
“If it were up to my heart, I’d want to help you, Ian. But there are lines between people. No matter how much it’s practice, there are things we can’t cross….”
“....”
“If you marry Selena, then we’d become mother-in-law and son-in-law, wouldn’t we? Of course, even up to now, we’ve already done things that would be hard for others to accept… but still, I want to keep at least a minimum line.”
Normally, I might have clung to her harder, pressed her with my feelings until she gave in.
But I couldn’t do that here, because her voice was far too earnest.
“If it’s other kinds of practice, I’ll help you. I’m sorry.”
Did I still need to get her more used to pleasure?
Or was her final resolve simply stronger than anything I could undo that way?
I couldn’t tell yet.
I’d need to keep practicing to find out, but looking at Angela’s eyes, it seemed best to take a step back here.
“I understand. I’m sorry for making such an unreasonable request.”
“....”
Even though, from her perspective, she had only turned me down for a perfectly sensible reason, she still seemed to feel bad about it and couldn’t manage any words, only a small nod.
“Should we stop here for today?”
The mood had already cooled, and more than anything, Angela’s legs were trembling from how long she’d been leaning on me.
She didn’t reject my consideration, only nodded once more.
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The next day, after dinner and finishing the remaining chores, my duty as a butler was finally over.
Until the next day, I was basically free.
Sitting in a chair in my room, I stared at the ceiling and thought hard.
...What should I do?
I wasn’t thinking about what to do with Angela in the bathhouse tomorrow.
She said she had to go to work early in the morning, so she’d be going to bed early tonight. There must have been something important at the company.
What I was worrying about was how I was supposed to cross the last line she was so determined to hold onto.
Honestly, I had made progress much faster than I expected.
I’d gotten to touch Angela’s cunt, and I’d even made her discover the pleasure of being a woman.
So it wasn’t as if I needed to be in such a hurry about what came next.
And yet I still found myself thinking over it because for some reason, Angela’s final line seemed a lot harder to get past than anything so far.
...I won’t know unless I try. I do have some confidence, after all.
Still, the desperate expression Angela had shown last night gave me the uneasy feeling that this would not be as easy as I’d hoped.
There was no point worrying about it right this second, so maybe I should just take a shower.
I’d done plenty of odd jobs—changing light bulbs, organizing storage, and the like—so I’d worked up a fair amount of sweat.
Thanks to the manor being full of empty rooms and short on people, I was lucky enough to have a nice room with a bathroom attached.
That way, I could wash up whenever I wanted without worrying about a thing.
“What? I’m out.”
I lifted the shampoo bottle just to check, and it was featherlight.
If I’d only found that out while washing my hair, it would’ve been a pain.
I left my room to grab a spare bottle of shampoo.
The manor was already quiet because there were so few people compared to its size, and once the sun had gone down, that silence felt almost eerie.
As I walked down the hallway lined with strange statues and paintings in silence, I spotted someone on the opposite side who was not exactly a welcome sight.
“Ah… Verita.”
“May I ask where you are going?”
“I ran out of shampoo, so I was going to get some.”
“How fortunate. There is a spare bottle in my room. Please come with me.”
There was a bottle I’d bought just a little farther down the hall, so why did she insist I come all the way to her room?
“No, it’s fine. I’d feel bad making you turn back because of me.”
“There is no need to decline. My business was to see you, Ian.”
“Pardon?”
At her unexpected words, I frowned before I could stop myself and asked again.
She wasn’t even wearing sunglasses, but Verita’s expression was so blank I couldn’t read a thing from it.
She didn’t often call me aside like this, so I had no idea what she could want.
...Ah! Don’t tell me it’s about konjac?
“If this is about the konjac you mentioned last time, you didn’t need to tell me after all….”
“That is not the matter at hand. Ian. You are troubled about something, are you not?”
“Huh?”
Her question came out of nowhere and caught me off guard again, but before I could even think, she continued.
“Perhaps I may be of some assistance in resolving it.”