#27
I might have as well fucked a virgin.
That’s actually what I was feeling as I slid into Morgana’s tight heat with a guttural groan, her slick walls clenching around me like a velvet vice.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I rasp, taking a moment to revel in the exquisite sensation of her wrapped around my shaft.
When half my shaft went missing, and the thickest part of my girth stretched her, I paused and stifled a moan. Morgana grunted from the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, and hurriedly wrapped her arms around my back, her breathing deepening as my erection pleasured every inch of her sensitive nerves.
“You’re bigger than my… Oh, fuck, you’re huge. Just go easy with that fucking thing, will you?”
I grunted in response, the pleasure overwhelming me.
I wasn’t sure her soaked walls would be able to stretch more, but I pushed my hips further, forcing her walls wider. To my astonishment, I sank even deeper, bottoming out in the delicious milf pussy. I gasped and then retreated, bringing a trail of sticky, muddy liquid with me. I found a steady pace and her boobs started rolling up and down her tummy.
I cupped them, keeping her pinned there as I penetrated her harder.
I was already in heaven.
All these pleasant sensations overwhelmed me. It felt as if I was unconscious, all I knew was that thrusting in and out of her made this sensation more powerful, so I didn’t stop, my hips slapping against her plush ass as I set a hard, driving rhythm.
“Go slower, sweety, I’ve never been penetrated by such a size.”
Morgana was moaning painfully, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less, even if she told me to go slow. Yet, despite the pain contorting her expressions, she was gazing at me lovingly, passionately, like she wanted more, harder, as she even met me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me with equal fervor.
So, I did what she wanted me to do, but didn’t say. I drove her hard. Filthy moans and gasps of pleasure fill the bathroom air as we rut together wildly, lost to everything but the slick slide of skin on skin and the electric shock of pleasure arcing through our veins with every thrust.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Slowly…! Sh, shit! I told you to go slowly!”
Morgana brought her hands onto my back and hugged me tightly.
“Sorry, I tend to get excited if a woman asks me to go slow~”
“Are you some kind of pervert?! Eeek! You’re breaking me!”
“You feel so good, Aunt Morgana!”
“You’re still calling me Aunt?! Ah, shit! Fuck! Damn it, just do what you want!”
“Ah!! Aunt! Aunt!”
I could feel the soft breasts with their stiff, long nipples pressing into my armpits. I could even feel her legs come around and rest on top of mine, clamping them in place as I jabbed wildly into the clinging pussy as she did her dance under me. She was gasping and grunting, and I was breathing hard as I thrust into her.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a young woman with long red hair entered.
A very beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places.
However, in the first place, I hadn’t seen a single woman or man who was unattractive. Sure, some were better looking than others, but none were ugly.
The young woman was around thirty or so and a little tipsy, walking with a sway as if she was about to fall over. In surprise, I stopped and looked at her. Morgana, on the other hand, was far from wanting to stop and was desperately moving her waist underneath me.
“Hm? Oh, s, occupied? Zorry,” she said when she saw us.
“No, it’s fine. Please go ahead.”
“Zenk you~”
Although there was surprise for a moment, the woman completely ignored us and walked toward an open cubicle.
For some reason, she chose the cubicle at the center where she was facing us. Then, without care, she pulled her pants down and started peeing in front of us. Her legs were wide open so in my position, I was seeing her pussy in all its glory.
I resumed thrusting my hips while my eyes were locked into the woman’s pussy. Suddenly, the woman giggled. “You know, iz kend of hawd to go when somewan’s watshing you.”
I was stumped. “Oh, sorry. Did I bother you?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I zon’t mean zat. I’m zat yoused to it.”
Her accent is strange and but somehow, I enjoyed listening to her speak. Maybe it’s because of her melodious voice, or just her accent, that struck me. Is this what they say a woman’s accent is musical to a man’s ear?
“You know, just relax and pretend we’re not here.”
“Zou wen to watsh?”
“If you don’t mind.”
She grinned. “Ozey~”
She closed her eyes. After a moment, a little pee flowed out and hit the water in the toilet. In her self-conscious state, the sound made her stop peeing. Slowly, she relaxed again. The pee started dribbling out of her pussy. Gradually the flow strengthened until it was a powerful stream shooting from between her pussy lips.
I was fascinated by the sight. A girl peeing has never been something I’ve ever given any thought to, but I was mesmerized by watching the stream go from between her soft lips into the toilet. Not to mention, she has a beautiful pussy.
The young woman finished peeing and smiled at me.
“Zo? Zid zou enzoy daat?”
I grinned, “Yea-”
At this moment, Morgana let out a sudden loud screech, and her body started convulsing rapidly under me. I turned my attention back to her and looked at her flushed face.
Her eyes were rolled back, showing whites as she rolled her head from side to side, her body jerking, her mouth wide open, and her nostrils flaring. I stayed still as she climbed and then came down from her high, my cock still buried inside her.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. But there was still a glint of hunger and lust in her eyes. She wasn’t satisfied yet.
Morgana pushed me off and onto my back, crawling over me with a predatory gleam. She completely ignored the woman’s existence and positioned herself above me, her entrance hovering over my still-hard cock.
With a wicked grin, she sank on me, taking me to the hilt. I groaned at the sensation, my hands gripping her hips. She started to ride me, her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. I was lost in her, lost in the feeling of her tight heat around me. I could feel another release building, but I knew she wanted more.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman had done her business and was washing her hands. Her eyes found mine, and we both smiled.
“Zou ar a strenge boy,” she said.
I looked at her and smiled, “Did I pique your interest?”
“Hey, eyes on me.”
Suddenly, Morgana cupped my face, turning my head to face her. Her eyes glared at the young woman.
“Excuse me, we’re busy with something.”
The woman chuckled. She shrugged her shoulder, “Now. Zon’t glere at me, Morzana. We were vast habing a plezant talk,”
Morgana rolled her eyes.
“Lazer, laber voy.” The young woman winked and blew me a kiss.
When she left, I turned to Morgana, who was perched above me.
“You know her?”
Morgana furrowed her brows.
“It’s Milly. Melissa’s younger sister and Rodrigo’s aunt. Don’t you know?”
“I’ve heard about her. But I never saw her.”
Morgana shrugged. “Not surprising. I heard she had just returned from Amaca.”
Amaca. That should be the neighboring country, which, from my memory, is where Europe would have been. Of course, although this world almost mirrors my previous world— Earth —the topography of this world has some slight differences.
From what he knows, because of some huge disaster that happened in the past, the tectonic plates had moved, leading to the land mass changing its shape or location.
“Now, now, you’re with me, so you should not be thinking of another woman,” Morgana said when she noticed me deep in her thoughts.
A sour tone could be heard in her voice, giving me a bit of guilty shame.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Morgana looks at me for a moment before leaning down and capturing my lips. She started bouncing herself up and down again, slamming her ass down as hard as she could like it would let my cock go deeper into her if she tried hard enough.
“Aaah~! So deep!”
She moaned.
This position gave me easy access to her amazing tits and without hesitation, I was making the most of it, and much like with every girl I’ve been, I wasn’t being gentle about it.
“Yes! That’s it!! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Aunt, you’re being loud.”
“I don’t care!”
I squeezed her tits roughly. Pinched and twisted her nipples quite hard. I even slapped her tits every so often. With each jolt of pain, Morgana found herself enjoying it more. The pain and pleasure mix into the perfect cocktail.
She kept fucking me for all she was worth, riding me hard and fast, her head thrown back in pleasure. She was panting and moaning, her nails digging into my chest while her pussy was so wet that she was covering my lap with her juices and cum.
At the same time, I was grunting and gasping, my hips thrusting up to meet hers. Fuck! This was incredible! My head’s going numb and I can barely think! Before I knew it, I was moaning just like she was. She was riding my cock harder and faster with every passing moment. Her breathing’s gotten so rough, like she can barely breathe, yet she continues to ride me like her life depends on it.
Fuck! The way her breasts are bouncing like two soft balls being dribbled.
We were lost in a world of our own, the party outside forgotten.
Suddenly, Morgana threw her head back and let out a guttural moan. Her body clenched around me, and I knew she was coming again. I followed her over the edge, my vision going white as I emptied myself inside her. We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat.
Morgana lay on top of me, her head resting on my chest. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm shuddering through her.
After a moment, Morgana lifted her head and looked at me.
There was a satisfied smile on her face, but also a glint of mischief.
