Blow Me and We'll Share? (5)
Amid all this, there was one unexpected windfall. It happened when we first arrived at the vineyard.
I opened the rocky door beside the warehouse and stepped into the hidden underground chamber. A lavishly decorated interior greeted me—antique tables and chairs etched with ornate patterns, a dazzling chandelier glittering with hundreds of transparent crystals, paintings on the walls, and all sorts of artworks scattered about. As I meticulously examined every corner, my jaw dropped.
"All genuine pieces. Where the hell did she get these? If she'd invested this money elsewhere..."
The Laphone family could have prospered even more. I knew this was Michelle's private space—my former mother-in-law's. No surprise it was decked out in extravagance. Impressive, really.
"I get the desire for your own little sanctuary."
I'd known about its location for a while but had never actually entered before. Curious if there was anything else, I scoured the room thoroughly. Rifling through a drawer, I stumbled upon a small golden ring.
"Yarosla Penis Ring…?"
Tiny lettering on the inside revealed its name, along with a description:
-He who wears this shall gain infinite virility.
"Oh."
The wording was tantalizing. Virility—clearly a sex aid. Exactly what I needed right now.
"Why's a naughty toy like this here?"
The answer hit me immediately. Noble ladies craving their husband's touch often kept a strong, handsome lover on the side. Michelle, whose marriage to Hireger had soured, was no exception. Rumors swirled among the Laphone maids that this secret space was for steamy nights with her paramours. So maybe she'd bought this top-tier sex tool for one of them to wear, chasing even greater pleasure?
The thought flashed through my mind.
"Witch of a personality, but damn if she didn't love sex. Buying something this cute proves it."
Either way, it was mine now. But how did it work?
"Slip it on the dick?"
I dropped my pants to test it, but froze midway. Dust clung to the gold, and the idea of past lovers wearing it turned my stomach. Word was Michelle had gone through three or four paramours in the last two years.
'Needs disinfecting.'
I grabbed a liquor bottle from the display, popped the cork, and doused the ring. Wiping it with my hands and rubbing it on my clothes made the gold gleam brighter.
Slip.
I fitted it onto my flaccid cock. The hole was huge—plenty of room even pushed to the base.
"How's this supposed to work?"
Fiddling around, I absentmindedly twisted the ring a couple times. That's when...
"Hm?"
The ring shrank, snapping tight to fit my girth with a whoosh. It stayed put even as I jumped in place. Then it vanished without a trace—nothing but cock visible.
"What the...?"
Touching where it had been, I felt only skin. No ring sensation at all, like it was part of me. Twisting the air in the opposite direction made it reappear, the hole widening for easy removal.
"Whoa, neat..."
Vanishing and reappearing at will. Women wouldn't even know it was there. But what did it do? Infinite virility—what did that really mean?
I considered jerking off to test, but put it off. Guests might arrive soon. For now, I left it on and pulled up my pants.
Glancing around again, a stunning necklace caught my eye, draped over a statue carved like a woman's upper body. I took it down for a closer look.
"Tears of the Goddess..."
Michelle sure collected odd treasures. Where'd she get the cash? Skimming from her husband, probably.
That's when footsteps echoed from outside the door—someone descending.
"Wh-what are you doing here?!"
Roberini appeared moments later.
Long story short, things escalated, and I ended up fucking her—perfect chance to test the Penis Ring.
"Nngh! Ahh! Haaah! Th-there, yes! Better than my husband! I must be crazy! Kyaa! Ahhn!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
I pounded her pussy relentlessly.
"Hngggaaah! Haaaah!"
Roberini wailed like a woman possessed with every thrust, her walls clenching tight. Bitch of a woman, but her pussy felt great.
"Hah, hah! Roberini, isn't this wild? Who'd have thought we'd end up fucking, hating each other's guts?"
"Right?! Ahaha, ahahaha! Hngh! Should've married you instead. Ahhn!"
"Don't get disgusting. Hah! Hah!"
Smack! Smack!
I spanked her plump ass. It jiggled, a red handprint blooming.
"Eeeek! Ahhhaaa!"
Roberini was losing her mind over a dick that wasn't her husband's—thrilled even at my rough treatment, like a farm animal in heat. She praised me nonstop, comparing me to her man. Said he'd never made her cum once.
"That idiot only cares about himself."
During sex, her husband always finished first, leaving her to finger herself to a lonely orgasm.
"Changing positions. Up on the table, legs spread."
"You last forever. Feels too good."
Giggling, Roberini climbed up, pussy dripping.
"Come on, put it in."
"Look at that belly."
"Ahhn, don't tease."
I grabbed her spread legs and slid into her gaping, drooling folds.
Squelch.
"Hnnnngh!"
She came instantly, walls spasming. Ignoring her trembling thighs, I started thrusting.
"Aaah! Hngk! Heroes are amazing! Stabbing so deep...! Nngh! And so big and hard! Ashley's a fool...! Haaaah! How could she not be satisfied with this?!"
"You egged her on to divorce me. Hah, hah!"
"I didn't!"
"Liar. For that, I'll turn your pussy into a rag. Brace yourself."
"Haaah! Haat! Ahhn, ah! Y-your dick's getting bigger...! Ahhn! Make me your rag! Hurry! Haaht! Haaang! I'm a rag! I'll be your rag! Kyaaah!"
Fueled by pent-up rage, I hammered her mercilessly, like I meant to wreck her pussy. The speed was insane—her hole might wear out completely.
Smooch, slurp.
Slurp. Mmm... smack.
One odd thing amid the frenzy: Pounding away, kissing, sucking tits—I did everything, yet no urge to cum. Twenty minutes in, and nothing. Normally, a hot woman got three minutes out of me; average, five. But now? No sign.
Not that the pleasure lacked. The bliss of thrusting built to a peak and stayed there—the sweet spot before climax, endless.
'The Penis Ring?'
Made sense now. Infinite virility meant this—blocking ejaculation, letting me fuck forever.
'Blocks the wearer's orgasm, enables endless pounding...!'
Enlightened, I railed her another ten minutes straight. No urge at all. I inwardly cheered. Performance was unreal.
'I've ascended to sex god status!'
Then doubt crept in.
'But how do I cum when I want?'
Twist it off? After pondering, I figured it out—control by will, like an isle.
'Ashley's almost here.'
I pulled out, released the effect, and came outside. Gushing like a flood unlike her husband's dribbles, Roberini gaped.
"N-no way. You're a real stud... I'd be pregnant if you'd creampied me."
"Roberini!"
A sharp voice cut from the side—Ashley.
"You whore!"
She charged like a fury, grabbing hair and rolling on the floor with Roberini.
"Kyaaak!"
Crash!
A while later, me, Jenia, Ashley, and Roberini rode in silence crammed in the carriage. Ashley and Roberini were a mess—hair wild and tangled, dried nosebleed crusting their upper lips. Roberini's eye was black and blue, lip split. Ashley had beaten her senseless.
Still fuming, Ashley huffed; Roberini sobbed miserably in the corner.
The carriage halted at Roberini's home, door swinging open.
"Out!"
"Kuh!"
Ashley kicked her flying.
"Touch my husband again, and I'll tell your husband you cheated! Got it?!"
"Sob... waaah!"
Roberini collapsed messily, bawling. Clothes torn to shreds, hands empty.
Slam!
The door shut; we sped off. I pocketed the neatly stored Tears of the Goddess.
"Honey... you did it with her because I haven't been there for you, right? Sorry... all my fault."
Ashley switched to cutesy tones, snuggling close.
"I'll do lots from now on. No other women, okay?"
Her eyes begged for love. My face stayed cold.
"I have a girlfriend now. And she's pregnant."
Thunderstruck, Ashley's face twisted, tears welling.
"Why?! Why! Why?!"
Why? Since the divorce day. Since that betrayal by the woman I trusted, fucking Melissa. My worldview shattered.
Monogamy was dead. Harems from here on. Pouring everything into one woman left nothing.
"Oppa. No maids at our place—wanna use her for a bit? She's homeless anyway."
Jenia suggested casually.