Ruining the Flesh: The Mouth (3)
I wake up early in the morning, before the men of the house, and prepare breakfast. Ha-jun oppa, who rises next, shares a light kiss with me as our morning greeting. Every time we kiss, his lower half bulges noticeably, as if he's replaying last night's sex with me in his mind. It's cute, but it also makes me feel sorry for him, drawing out an involuntary sigh.
Seeing me sigh must turn him on too, because oppa's face flushes red. He smiles and heads off to wash up first. Once breakfast is all set, Ha-jin oppa wakes up too, shuffling sleepily to the table. Ha-jun oppa emerges neatly dressed, sits beside me to eat while checking his phone for today's work schedule. Across from me sits Ha-jin oppa, eyes half-closed from lingering sleep as he eats. I gaze at him, imagining what torments await me today, and carefully slip food into my mouth.
"Eut..."
These days of nothing but fellatio have made my mouth hypersensitive after just a week—whenever I get aroused, it tingles with excitement. My stomach is still stuffed full of that musky stench, sloshing around and killing my appetite, so I just poke at the porridge.
"You okay? You've only been eating porridge lately... Should I pick something up for dinner?"
"No, oppa. My throat's just sore these days. It'll get better soon."
As I force down the porridge—barely managing to shove it in without any real hunger—oppa watches with worry, and guilt and gratitude mix in my chest. Breakfast ends like that. I see Ha-jun oppa off at the door, and the moment he closes it behind him, Ha-jin oppa lurks there with a lecherous grin.
He slips his pants down, and I naturally drop to my knees to match his height, crawling forward until my eyes lock onto his cock. In just a week, something inside me has shifted—I crave the way it stirs up my throat, welcoming it eagerly.
"Gonna put this condom on with your mouth again today?"
The condom he pulls out isn't the usual plain one; it's grotesque, slick with some viscous purple liquid. I can't defy his orders, so I swallow my unease, bite down on the condom, and press a kiss to his cock. Slowly enveloping the glans, the sticky fluid touches my tongue, spreading a sweetness like ripe seasonal apples—delicious and addictive. Before I know it, I'm licking the condom.
I slide the massive cock into my mouth, savoring it like a treat, tongue lapping eagerly. It fills my mouth, the sweetness flooding every corner. That sweetness soon turns to a scorching heat, turning stimulating and intense.
"Wuup...♡"
My throat, which climaxes easily from deep thrusts, drowns in the pleasure as the spreading heat from the sweetness overwhelms my sensitive mouth. Breathing is impossible with the cock already buried deep, but the ecstasy from that sweet blaze numbs my brain enough to forget oxygen entirely, chasing nothing but bliss.
"You can't just keep sucking like that."
"Puha..."
Seeing my eyes rolling back, Ha-jin oppa grabs my head and yanks me off. I instinctively gulp down the desperately needed air, but "Hyaat...♡"—the rush of it scorching through my mouth and throat to my lungs is so stimulating I cum on the spot.
"Pretty effective, huh? This new girl's from some top university, majored in chemistry or something. She's got skills—asked her to whip this up, and now your brain feels like it's melting, right?"
Just like he says, my head throbs. Every breath sends me over the edge, so I clamp my mouth shut, panting through my nose for scant oxygen. Staring at the purple-sheathed cock, it looks so tantalizing that saliva pools and I swallow—triggering yet another orgasm. The sheer abnormality of this pleasure terrifies me.
"Swallowing spit feels amazing, breathing feels amazing... Imagine my cock shoved in there?"
The answer to his question is obvious—it'll drag me to ruin—but the sweet heat and scent numb my reason, making such thoughts irrelevant.
"Haa... haa... haup... wuup...♡"
I gape my throat wide, shoving the massive cock as deep as it goes. The slow sweep through my mouth feels like my whole body is being raped, nearly making me piss myself. Reaching the end, it punches my brain like electricity frying it: "Ook...♡ Heup...♡"—throat blocked, no sound escapes, yet I wail in ecstasy nonstop.
Chijek- chijek- peok- My mouth swells slightly from the heat, sounding just like a lewd pussy, offering no resistance, surrendering fully to pleasure.
"Geuuup...!"
After relentlessly pounding my throat, Ha-jin oppa finally cums. The semen that would normally blast straight into my stomach balloons the condom deep in my gullet. Already tight, now fully blocked like a inflated balloon, my senses snap awake. The sudden agony of my throat stretching feels like insane pleasure; like a headless snake, my body thrashes uncontrollably in humiliating climax.
As the endless-seeming ejaculation ends, my body goes limp. Unfazed, he slowly pulls the condom from my mouth. The sensation of that cum-filled balloon dragging out my throat overlays fresh ecstasy on my fainted form, slamming my head.
"Hahk... hahk..."
Before me dangles the condom brimming with the seed that ravaged my mouth. It looks so edible I flick my tongue out, lapping at it unwittingly.
"Puhup... You're such a pathetic slut. Wanna try something fun? Use this dildo to torment your own throat."
Ha-jin oppa slams my dildo—sheathed in the purple condom—onto the floor and points. Without hesitation, I hike my ass up and cram it into my mouth. Normally I'd straddle and bounce my hips, but now I brace on my arms, shaking my head wildly.
I can't imagine how degraded and ridiculous I look, but my pleasure-craving brain shuts off thought, commanding only blissful motion.
"Kkuek... uwe... huup... ook...♡"
Thrusting madly in my deranged state, instinct tries to expel it for survival, but I ignore the pain, converting it to ecstasy. My raised pussy sprays fluids wildly: chwaat... shwaaa... jurruk... pyut... shwaaa... Sometimes pissing myself, legs trembling, hips bucking on their own.
Puuk- A sudden gut punch brings scorching heat like a branding iron; though unseen, I know Ha-jin oppa's cock—condom-clad—has impaled me.
"Kkuueup... huu... uung♡"
Chalpak- chalpak- peok- peok- Lewd water sounds and slapping flesh taunt my ears; the blaze in my belly and throat forces total submission. His hot load floods me again. Forcing my head down onto the dildo, I match the sloshing semen with squirting fluids: jurruruk- pop-
"Heok... heok..."
I black out; Ha-jin oppa pulls the dildo from my mouth. My body won't move, aching for more filling and pounding.
"Open wide—I'll feed you."
The condom from my mouth earlier, now packed with cum from my pussy too... I take it carefully, sucking greedily like candy. The fishy, potent male musk spreads; more semen than breakfast soaks into my stomach, breaking my exhausted body—waist buckling, trembling.
Foam bubbles at my mouth as ecstasy shorts out my brain.
"Now tell me—what's in Hye-won's mouth right now?"
My mouth is...
"Your mouth that cums from being fucked—what is it?"
My mouth is... a pussy... mouth-pussy...
"A pussy would feel good no matter the stimulation, right?"
Yes... touching it feels good... being stuffed feels good...
"Then what about when your mouth-pussy eats, brushes teeth, or kisses?"
It feels good... like masturbating... I want it even better...
"But that'd make daily life impossible. From now on, Hye-won's mouth becomes a pussy only when aroused."
Yes... my mouth becomes a pussy only when aroused...
Fog clings to my mind; voices echo with answers. Coming to, I'm naked, gazing up at Ha-jin oppa.
"Coming around? Your brother-in-law'll be home soon—clean up."
"Eut... stop staring and get out..."
Minutes ago we fucked everywhere, but now shame makes me snap—though "Huh..." seeing the惨 mess on the floor just draws a sigh.
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Ha-jun oppa comes home with fried chicken. The savory oil scent sparks my appetite after so long. I rush to the table, ready to dig in.
"Hye-won gets all the drumsticks here. You've been under the weather—earn it."
"Bro...? What about me...? I have a mouth too..."
"Shut it, punk."
Bickering playfully, I even snag Ha-jin oppa's drumsticks—all the legs end up mine. It looks like a harmonious family dinner at a glance.
Locking eyes with Ha-jin oppa revives the morning's torments I'd tried forgetting, my body heating up again. Desperate to ignore it, I shove the drumstick Ha-jun oppa hands me into my mouth.
The fresh batter's scorching, but the shock feels good. "Ah... hot...♡" Not deep enough to satisfy like his massive cock, I mindlessly cram the leg deeper.
"Puheup... First chicken in ages—must taste amazing, huh?"
Ha-jin oppa's mocking snaps me back. I pull out the crammed-in drumstick. Saliva has sogged the crispy skin; the hot crunch ravaged my mouth, leaving a faint bloody tang and stinging throat.
"Kuhok! Kuhok..."
"Hye-won, you okay...?"
"Hehe... Yeah... Been a while, ate too fast maybe..."
The throat wound aches, but even that's pleasurable ecstasy, body burning hotter.
"Oppa... sex after dinner...♡"
I whisper in Ha-jun oppa's ear. His hot sigh in my ear sends shivers—he flinches.
"Uh...? With Ha-jin here, you sure...?"
"It's fine... in the bathroom... I'll use my mouth..."
Ha-jin oppa's gaze means nothing now. I just crave soothing my aching throat, seducing oppa with a tongue flick. Ha-jin oppa watches, sneering.