The Bedroom Is for Married Couples, Part 2
I froze for a moment at her unexpected form of address.
"Miss Angela?"
"I-it’s just practice for married life…"
Embarrassed, Angela averted her eyes from mine.
Seeing that, regret washed over me.
I should have played it cool instead of stupidly asking her to repeat herself.
"D-do you not like it?"
"No. I was just so excited I got flustered. I like the sound of it, so please keep calling me that. I’ll treat you like my real husband, too."
As soon as she heard that, Angela’s face filled first with relief, then with anticipation.
"I-Ian… no, darling…."
"Yeah, Angela. I love you."
"…."
Her cheeks reddening at my shameless confession, Angela began moving her body.
She had spread her legs and crouched low, bending and straightening her knees as she lifted and lowered her hips.
With both hands neatly pressed against my stomach, her breasts gathered inward, swelling into a gorgeous swell; each time they bounced, the curtain of her bra flipped aside, revealing her nipples.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Angela’s riding wasn’t fast, but every thrust carried careful devotion.
Thanks to those heavy, deliberate motions, each time her lowered pussy rose, I felt my cock get tugged hard in return.
"Haaah, ahh… Darling… darling…!"
Every time she called me darling, the little circle her lips formed was adorable.
"Darling… hnnng, ah. Darling…♡"
"Mm, I’m here."
"I’m sorry. I’ve never called my husband so affectionately before, so… ahhh."
"It’s all right. We’re husband and wife."
"Aaah… darling♡"
Her voice was so tender, so warm.
And yet the way her slit clenched around me was outrageously thrilling.
"Kuh, Angela’s inside… feels so good."
"I—I feel good too… your thing feels so good!"
"Could you say it a little naughtier? I want to hear Angela say dirty things."
"D-dirty things…."
Angela hesitated, but I didn’t let up.
"Cock. Say cock."
"C-cock… your cock, darling…."
Coming from Angela of all people, the word sounded twice as obscene.
And she didn’t stop there. She went on to deliver the dirtiest line of her life.
"Haaah, yes! Ah! Yo-your cock… it’s thick and hot and feels so good…. I want to feel it more."
"Kuh, I like it too, when Angela’s cunt tightens up on me!"
"Hahng, ahh! I’ve never been called a cunt before, so it feels even better… hnggh!"
At her late age, Angela seemed to discover that filthy words made sex even hotter, and with her features slack and flushed, she went on speaking.
"Darling, does my cunt feel good? Does it?"
"Yeah, it feels great. Warm and tight—so good I want to keep pounding you forever."
"Aaah, darling…! Then I’ll squeeze harder, so make it feel even better!"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
With every loving downward drive of her hips, pleasure piled higher and higher.
The warmth of her skin striking my lower body made it feel as though I were wrapped in a thick, cozy blanket.
"Hnnng! Ah! Haaah…! Married…. Married to darling!"
Hearing Angela’s voice brimming with happiness, even my own emotions swelled.
And with her cunt continuously scraping against my cock, my shaft started puffing up with the urge to cum.
"Nnghh! Darling’s cock is getting even bigger…."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Apparently pleased with my cock, now rock-hard at its limit, she began moving even faster.
Of course the pleasure intensified, and a groan slipped from between my lips.
"Kuh, Angela!"
"Hah-uhh, Ian… darlinng! Nghhh!"
The moment her lower body pressed tight against mine, the walls of her pussy twitched around my cock and milked my semen for all they were worth.
In response, the urge to climax exploded, and the condom inside her swelled under the pressure.
"Hhk! Hngh, haaah…!"
Her naked beauty, riding atop me, trembled and heaved.
The shudder was so intense it felt as though I were being sprayed directly inside her without even a condom.
"Haah… haah…."
With a little "hhnngh!" of a moan, Angela slipped off my cock.
"Aaah… darling’s cock. It’s still hard♡"
She removed the condom full of semen, tied it off, and fitted on a fresh one.
Then, in a hurry, she climbed back onto me and swallowed my cock all over again.
"Quickly, with darling… hnnng!"
"I had no idea Angela was this lewd."
"I’m sorry. I’ve never felt this way before either…. But when you call me Angela so tenderly, I just can’t hold back."
"Then don’t hold back. Eat my cock for as long as you want."
"Darling…. Hnnng!"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her pace was faster than it had been at the start, when she’d been moving so languidly.
And naturally, the pleasure was far more intense than before, until my brow creased from it.
"Darling, haaah! Ah! Darling…!"
As if trying to release the cravings she’d been forced to bottle up for so long, Angela kept calling me darling over and over.
The sight of it was so cute that I kept saying her name back to her, answering every call without fail.
"Darling, my breasts… please touch my breasts."
As she said that and rocked her upper body, her chest bounced in a deliciously obscene shape.
I watched the curtain draped over her areola tremble, exposing her stiff nipples, then reached out and kneaded them in my hand.
"Mmm… ahhh. Darling’s hands… they’re rough, and it feels so good. Hngh!"
They softened and flattened beneath my touch so smoothly it felt as though her breasts were filled with water.
And yet those firm nipples, so unlike the rest of her softness, sprang right back no matter how I rolled them between my fingers, and I couldn’t stop touching them.
"Hahng, that’s good…."
Like a puppy happily wagging its tail after finding its owner, her ample hips moved over me.
If I lowered my gaze a little, I could see my cock being swallowed and spit back out beneath the breasts my hand was wrecking.
"Darling… can I kiss you?"
"Yeah. Come here."
The moment I spread my arms, she leaned her upper body down and came into them.
I closed my lips against hers and opened them again and again, tasting the shape of her mouth and tongue.
"Mmmph, huuup… darling. Mwah."
She trapped my tongue in her mouth with her lips and sucked at it in little wet kisses.
She drew the saliva from my tongue, then licked along it as if giving a blowjob.
Shwoop, swoop… mwah!
As Angela kissed me and swayed her head and upper body this way and that, I could feel the full softness of her breasts pressed against my chest.
Each time her hardened nipples brushed against mine, a current seemed to race through my entire body.
"Mmph…. Huuungh!"
Even while lost in the kiss, she kept rocking her hips and milking my cock.
The way she clung to me, unwilling to rest for even a second, made my chest feel hot.
In the end, with not even the smallest gap between us, we reached our peak together.
"Hup! Mwah… huuuunngh!"
Still pressing her lips to mine, Angela voiced her pleasure through her nose.
I kept silently savoring her tongue, swelling the condom inside her a little more.
When that orgasm passed, I was left with a fullness that felt almost like affection itself, and I kept holding her and kissing her.
But before long, our lips parted.
It was because Angela, freed from my embrace, had gone off somewhere.
"Haa… haa…."
Even while panting hard, she picked up a fresh condom and returned to my groin.
With hands that were already becoming practiced, she rolled the condom on, muttering, "Darling…." and climbed back atop me.
Fwoosh!
"Haaah…!"
"Kuh!"
I couldn’t even call Angela’s name before I was forced to scowl.
The crushing pressure of the vaginal walls gave me no room for anything else.
It was the same kind of vice-like grip I’d tasted from behind last night.
"Darling, you liked doing it like this, didn’t you? I’ll make you even happier."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Her hips, heavy and stuffed with care and affection, kept pounding against my lower body.
Her pussy was so tightly packed it felt like trying to shove my cock through a space no bigger than a needle’s eye.
"Kuh, Angela… ngh!"
"Aaah, I’m making darling feel good…!"
For someone who had gone thirsty for affection for so many years, Angela clung to me with startling eagerness the moment she finally tasted it, like a man wandering a desert who had suddenly found water.
The feeling that she was loved, and the feeling that she was giving love to someone in return, seemed to give her endless energy.
"Hngh, it’s coming out…!"
"Aah! Haaah…!"
Overwhelmed by the surging pleasure, I came even faster than before.
Angela didn’t look disappointed at all; instead she trembled with the satisfaction of having pleased me and slipped into her own climax just as lightly.
"Haa, Angela. You really are the best."
As soon as I said that, she fetched another fresh condom and slipped it on.
Then she called to me and began rocking her hips again.
After that, it was the same thing over and over.
Listening to her affectionate calls, I’d get my cock swept along by her cunt until I couldn’t deny the pleasure and spilled my semen.
Then she would hurry to change the condom and swallow my cock all over again.
At some point, it stopped feeling like sex and started feeling like I was simply being milked dry.
No matter who I slept with, I usually held the initiative, but now I felt like a dildo being used for Angela’s sake.
Still, I didn’t feel even a little unhappy about it, and my pride didn’t take a hit either.
"Haaah, ahh! Ahh, darling…!"
That was because Angela, crying out as she rode me, looked so utterly happy.
And on top of that, she wasn’t just enjoying herself; she was moving with the intention of pleasing me, too.
Maybe it was because she’d only recently discovered sex, but she was a little too enthusiastic.
After the sixth climax since we’d come in here, she seemed too tired to keep moving and collapsed onto me with my cock still inside her.
Her sweat-soaked body pressed against mine.
I was soaked in sweat too, so the sticky touch of her skin and the scent of it all felt like nothing more than the pheromones of a female animal.
Even after cumming several times in a short span, my cock was still bursting with vitality inside her.
Part of that was because she kept twitching and squeezing around it even without moving, and part of it was because I was more aroused than I’d been in a long time.
"Mmmph, mmwah… haaah."
We were kissing again.
As though confirming each other’s existence through breath itself, we exchanged affection with kisses as naturally as breathing.
The mood was sweet, as if a happy night together had finally come to an end.
But that was only the mood; Angela and I still weren’t satisfied.
"Darling…."
"Mm. Want to keep going?"
"Yes. This time, I want to be loved by darling."
"All right, got it."
I lifted myself up and removed the condom.
I was about to take a new one from the box I’d brought with me when Angela’s voice stopped me.
"W-without the condom…."
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yes…. Changing it each time is making me too impatient…."
She kept glancing at me out of the corners of her eyes, careful and hesitant.
It seemed she was worried her own lust might make her look bad.
To show her that there was no need to worry, I stepped closer and said, "Then shall we practice making a baby?"
"Yes. And…."
She hesitated, worrying her lips between her teeth, so I asked what was wrong.
"Hm?"
"I want you to be rough with me, like you were with Verita last night…."