Chapter 1 — A Wonderful Journey

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Sarah Hwang—she was still waiting for me, as beautiful as ever.

I had just finished burying my cock deep inside the pussy of my business associate’s wife—no, Sarah’s friend Sun-young—pumping her full until I emptied every drop of my cum into her. I felt slightly drowsy, drained, but I didn’t show it. I sat down naturally across from her, smiling.

“You came earlier than me this time. You’re finally maturing, huh? Hahaha.”

“What? You’re saying I’m late because I’m a woman? Must’ve been heavy traffic.”

“Yeah… too many jealous little cars slowing me down just because I was rushing to see you…”

We exchanged knowing words, teasing each other with the kind of familiarity that only comes from intimacy. It was proof of how close we’d become—our second meeting beginning not with hesitation, but with the easy warmth of lovers.

We sat at a small Japanese-style restaurant, sharing a bottle of soju and a few side dishes, swapping stories from the days we’d been apart. Sarah had dressed differently today—wearing a skirt suit that gave off a whole new kind of sensual energy.

She had a sleek, shoulder-length bob, unusually pale skin, and bright double-lidded eyes that sparkled with warmth. Tall and slender, she carried the ripe, full-bodied allure of a woman in her thirties—widowed, not married—and even the sight of her calves beneath her skirt made my cock hard. Sarah Hwang. One of the top three most beautiful women I’d ever been with, both in face and figure.

As I drank, I couldn’t stop smiling, overwhelmed by the thrill of having fucked such a stunning woman. The pleasure bubbled up inside me, unstoppable.

“Hey… why are you giggling like that?”

“Ah, nothing… I just think you look even more beautiful today. Makes me happy… hahaha.”

I gave a pointless excuse and laughed again, empty and unconvincing.

After finishing our drinks, I said, “Let me drive you home and sober you up a bit,” then led her to the car. I drove past the stream intersection just ahead and straight into the motel district, pulling into the largest, most obvious building.

Just as I expected, Sarah was startled. She immediately protested, urging me to leave.

Maybe she’d been caught off guard in the car before, her pussy suddenly invaded by my cock—maybe she thought that was bad enough. But bringing her outright to a motel? That shocked her.

Perhaps she’d never been with another man since her husband’s death. Certainly, she’d never come to a motel for sex. I couldn’t blame her for being surprised. But I wasn’t letting her go.

Knowing she’d already let me take her pussy once, I forcefully pulled her out of the car and dragged her inside.

She resisted at first, but after a brief struggle, she gave in, following me like she had no choice.

And that’s when I realized once again: women are hard to break the first time, but once you’ve had them, it gets easier. A truth I’d come to accept.

After checking in and grabbing the key, I led the hesitant Sarah down the hall to our room.

Inside, I locked the door, sat her on the bed, and pulled out coffee and water from the fridge. We sipped quietly, rehydrating, preparing ourselves for the fierce sex that was about to unfold.

I sat beside her, slowly pulled her close, and firmly cupped her breast over her clothes. She shivered slightly, closed her eyes, and leaned into me, accepting my lips.

Now that we were inside the motel, I was determined—to see every inch of Sarah Hwang’s pussy hair, her pussy slit, her pussy lips. I began undressing her slowly, caressing her body as I went, drinking in the sight of her flawless, pale skin with my wide-open eyes.

The mature, intoxicating scent radiating from her white skin was so strong it made my head spin. My cock swelled instantly, straining against my pants like it wanted to tear through.

I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear, tossing my top aside in a hurry, standing completely naked. Now, under the bright motel lights—not in the dark car—I confidently displayed my throbbing cock right in front of Sarah’s eyes. I pulled up her skirt, then peeled off her thigh-highs.

Contrasting sharply with the dark stockings, her thighs appeared like pure white lilies as the fabric slid down. I yanked both stockings off at once and looked at her panties.

She wore beige cotton ones. Embarrassed, she pressed her legs together.

“Baby… you know, last time in the car, I couldn’t really see your body. I regretted that. So today, I didn’t turn off the lights on purpose… okay?”

“Ugh, I don’t know… you just forced me here anyway…”

“Haha… sorry. I just couldn’t wait. I wanted to see you… wanted to make love to you properly today.”

“I don’t know… if you want to look, then look…”

She squeezed her eyes shut and spread her legs neatly.

(Even now, I remember vividly how boldly and openly she told me to look at her body that day. That moment is burned into my memory—maybe that’s why I can never forget her.)

She must’ve realized during our first time in the car that I wasn’t some crude, animalistic man who just fucked any hole. She sensed my manners, felt how much I desired her. So her resistance was just for show—she opened her pussy to me willingly. I knew that for sure as I plunged my cock into her that day.

(In a cramped car, on the passenger seat, if the woman doesn’t willingly open her legs, sex is nearly impossible—unless you’re a rapist. I believe both I and my experienced readers understand this.)

I looked at her closed eyes and slowly pulled down her beige cotton panties.

Slurp.

As the panties came off, her jet-black pussy hair came into view.

Because of her unusually pale skin, her pubic hair looked completely different from the other women I’d seen—thick, dark, coarse, and lush. It spread before me like a dense forest.

Unlike other women, hers was a rich, thick patch—so full it resembled a wild thicket. And against her milky-white skin, the dark, glossy pubic hair swayed gently right before my eyes.

Ah… Sarah Hwang’s pussy hair was even more stunning than I’d imagined. Absolutely breathtaking. I’d never seen anything like it.

I gripped her thighs and slowly spread them apart.

As her legs opened, her pussy slit came into view.

Clearly, she’d already started leaking pussy juice the moment we entered the motel.

A noticeable amount of wetness glistened between her pussy lips, dripping slightly—proof that inside, her pussy was already soaked, waiting eagerly for her slit to open.

I didn’t rush. I took my time, touching and savoring her pussy.

Her thick, plump mons pubis looked lush and full. The texture of her pussy lips was firm, springy—fresh and vibrant.

I couldn’t believe it—here I was, touching and seeing with my own eyes this incredible woman’s pussy hair, her slit, her lips. It felt unreal.

A ripe, thirty-something widow—Sarah Hwang—was baring everything to me for the first time: her pussy hair, her pussy hole, and the clear, glistening pussy juice flowing between them.

I spread her thighs comfortably, leaned down, and began sucking her calves and inner thighs.

Actually, “sucking” isn’t strong enough—“devouring” is more accurate.

God… her flesh was delicious. I’d never tasted anything so tender and chewy.

Like a cannibal, I alternated between her thighs, sucking and biting—slurp, suck, suck—filling my mouth with her soft, plump flesh.

“Ahh… ah… ahhh…”

Sarah moaned deeply, gripping my shoulders tighter each time I sucked her thigh, trembling with pleasure.

I feasted on both thighs thoroughly, moving higher and higher—until finally, my nose brushed against her pussy hair.

I spread her thighs even wider and brought my mouth directly in front of her pussy.

I felt her pussy mound and slit press against my lips. Without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and began devouring her pussy.

First, I took a full mouthful of her pussy hair and sucked it hard—slurp—spreading it apart. I sucked each patch of hair, soaking it with my saliva, letting it drip from my lips before finally focusing on Sarah’s pussy lips and slit.

Just days ago, I’d first shoved my cock into her pussy in the car. Now, for the first time since then, I was sucking her pussy again. I could feel my cock stiffen instantly.

I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy hole.

Instantly, she trembled uncontrollably. Her legs instinctively curled, lifting her hips to press her pussy more tightly against my lips and tongue.

Unconsciously, purely driven by lust, Sarah opened and lifted her legs on her own.

Because she willingly spread and lifted, I easily slipped my tongue deep into her pussy hole.

The taste inside—sweet and tangy—flooded my tongue. I’d never forget it.

Her inner pussy walls were thick and soft, packed tightly together. Between them, her pussy juice gushed endlessly, soaking my mouth and tongue.

Slurp, slurp, slurp… suck…

I made loud noises as I sucked and devoured her pussy flesh. Each time I sucked her inner walls and juice, she trembled violently, crying out in unbearable pleasure.

“Ahh… Mom… huuuuck… stop… baby… nghh…”

At the same time, she pressed my head down with her hands, shoving my face deeper into her pussy.

I used every trick I had, swirling my tongue inside her pussy, sucking her flesh and juice. Sarah shrieked, gushing more pussy juice. Soon, her pussy hole, once tight, was now wide open—unrecognizable compared to before—revealing the pink, fresh inner flesh. Between them, transparent pussy juice glistened under the light, flowing without pause.

After sucking her pussy and juice thoroughly, I finally pulled back.

Below me, Sarah lay with her legs wide open, her pussy hair and slit fully exposed. Above her pussy, my cock throbbed, bobbing eagerly—demanding to be buried inside.

As I always did, I took her hand and placed it on my cock.

Now, she accepted it naturally, like a woman who truly belonged to me.

I guided her hand, pressing my cock toward her pussy. She understood—she moved her hand, guiding my cock to her slit, pressing the tip against her opening. Then she let go.

I watched as she pushed my cock into her pussy. I tensed my cock, feeling only the tip enter—then with full force, I thrust it deep into her pussy, all the way to the cervix in one powerful stroke.

Fwuuuk!

My cock plunged all the way in, hitting her womb. For the second time, Sarah Hwang’s pussy was taken by my cock.

“Ahhhh!”

Sarah screamed, crushing me in her arms as her legs coiled around my waist like a snake. She clenched her pussy with all her strength, desperate to keep my cock from slipping out.

Fwuuuk… fwuuuk… fwuuk…

I began thrusting hard and deep into Sarah’s pussy. The motel room filled with the sound of my cock slamming into her wet hole.

Of course, her moans mixed in—bursting out every time my cock pounded her—so the room echoed with her cries and the wet slap of flesh.

“Ahh… haaah… hah… baby… too… painful… ahh… slowly… nghh…”

Pak, pak, pakk… pak, pak, pak, pak… pakk!

Sarah was the kind of woman who burned hot—perfect for making me feel the ecstasy of taking her. And she knew how to unleash her pleasure and climax fully with my cock inside her.

“Haaah… haaah… baby, how is it? Good? Your pussy feels amazing… God, better than a virgin’s… not painful anymore?”

“Nghh… y-yes… it’s okay now… ahh… I like it too… ahh… nghhh…”

Suddenly, my cock plunged deep again. At that moment, she couldn’t even finish her sentence—her whole body convulsed, trembling as if electrified. She wrapped herself around me like a snake, clamping down on my cock with her pussy, clearly hitting orgasm.

She was a thirty-something widow—no, a woman who knew the taste of cock—and after holding back for so long, she was already gushing pussy juice from my short but intense fucking. Unlike our first time in the car, I now felt complete satisfaction—and my cock grew even harder. I began slamming into her pussy again, rough and fierce.

Fuuk… pak, pak, pak… pak, pakk… pak…

“Ahh… Mom… haaah… baby… I’m dying… nghh… slowly… yes… nghh…”

“Haaah… haaah… baby, say ‘honey, I love you’… ahh… feels so good… say it, please?”

“Nghh… h-honey… I… love… you… ahh… feels so good… ahh…”

I had a habit—whenever I fucked a woman, I wanted to hear her say “honey, I love you.” And now, Sarah, whose pussy I’d stretched so wide, was saying it to me.

I shifted from lying on top of her to lifting my hips, thrusting in and out. I looked down at Sarah’s body—already trembling from one orgasm.

My cock was still buried deep in her pussy.

We were both drenched in sweat. Looking at her pussy, I saw far more juice than before—soaking her dark, glossy pubic hair, clumping it together. Between her thick pussy lips, my cock stood proudly, buried to the tip. This wasn’t a dream. It was real.

It was surreal.

Under the motel’s dim light, on the bed, Sarah Hwang, 36 years old, lay with her eyes tightly shut, her pussy deeply impaled by my cock, panting from pleasure. The reality of being inside such a glamorous, married—no, widowed—woman’s pussy felt like a fantasy come true.

I tightly gripped her full, perfectly sized breasts with both hands, kneading the soft, overflowing flesh as I began moving my cock deep inside her again.

Thrust… thrust…

I didn’t pull out—just thrust and rotated my hips, using only my waist and ass to twist, grind, poke, and press deeper into her pussy. I devoured Sarah’s pussy with complete control.

Her inner heat and constant flow of fresh pussy juice soaked my entire cock, letting me swirl freely inside her. I felt every inch—the springy, ripe texture of her pussy walls—so intensely it sent chills through me. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, seeing stars, already hitting multiple orgasms even though I hadn’t cum inside her yet.

Sarah, overwhelmed by the sharp waves of pleasure, tightened her legs, pushing her knees up and spreading wide again to let my cock penetrate deeper. I kept groping her soft, pale breasts, squeezing the bouncy, tender flesh as I stared at my cock buried deep in her thick, dark pubic hair—and summoned strength to slam into her pussy even harder and rougher.

Fuuk, fuuuk… fuuk, fuuk, fuuk… pak, pak, pak, pak, pak, pak, pak… paaak…

Under my fierce thrusting, Sarah thrashed her head, unable to hold back her moans, matching my rhythm.

“Ahh… nghh… honey… honey… I love you… nghh… ahh… ahh… khhhh…”

Now, she freely called me “honey, I love you,” crying out in unbearable pleasure. Seeing her like this, I felt ultimate satisfaction—and pounded her pussy even harder and faster.

Pak, pak, pak, pak, pak… fuuuk, pak, pak, pak… fuuuk…

Suddenly, Sarah convulsed again, her whole body shaking as she hit her second orgasm. She crushed me in her arms, trembling, and screamed out in raw ecstasy.

“Ahh… khhhh… honey… you… feel… so… good… khhhh… haaah…”

Watching her cry “you feel so good” as she drowned in pleasure, I felt the signal in my cock. I asked her,

“Haaah… haaah… baby, I’m about to… can I cum inside you?”

“Nghh… haaah… I don’t know… ahh… inside… you shouldn’t… you already did last time… nghh…”

“Yeah… last time I came inside too… ahh… I’m cumming now…”

“Ahh… last time was right after my period… but now it’s ovulation… you can’t… haaah… haaah…”

I’d already decided—I wanted to cum inside her. Without hesitation, I drove my cock deep into Sarah’s pussy, feeling it hit her cervix. Then, with guttural grunts—urk… urk…—I began shooting my load.

I came harder and more than I did in the car that first time, flooding her womb with cum. I lifted her legs high, shoved my cock as deep as possible, and emptied every last drop into her pussy—holding nothing back.

Only after I finished did I lower her legs and collapse on top of her, lying side by side.

We stayed like that for about three minutes, savoring the afterglow.

Slowly coming back to our senses, we didn’t wait for the other—we both plunged our tongues into each other’s mouths, sucking deeply, passionately, sharing a long, intense kiss.

After a while, we finally separated. I pulled my cock out of her pussy.

Immediately, a flood of mixed fluids—my cum, her pussy juice—spilled out. Her pussy and inner thighs were already soaked, but now a second wave gushed out, wetting her pubic hair, her labia, her inner thighs, soaking the bedsheet completely.

I grabbed tissues and roughly wiped the fluids off her pubic hair, pussy, and inner thighs. Then I pulled Sarah into a tight embrace, roughly caressing her soft, mature body with my hands and entire body. I loosened my arms so she could go shower. A while later, she came out—then I quickly showered too, and we left the motel.

Near the stream, we bought canned coffee from a vending machine. Sitting in the car, we sipped the warm coffee, savoring the lingering warmth of our intense, passionate sex.

After a moment of silence, Sarah spoke first.

“Baby… it was so good… but I’m worried… it’s ovulation time…”

“I’m happy too—happy to make you mine. Don’t worry. I already came inside last time…”

“That was right after my period… today’s during ovulation… ahh… I don’t know…”

I listened, half-worried, half-hopeful.

Honestly, I wanted her to get pregnant by my cum. Wasn’t that why I came inside her?

We exchanged warm words, arrived near her house. After promising to meet next week, I dropped her off and headed back to Seoul.

A few days later,

Amid my busy routine, I kept calling my lovers—my friend’s wife, my business associate’s wife, and Sarah Hwang—the three married women, the widow. I made plans to meet all three this Friday and Saturday.

To prepare for the rough, passionate sex I’d have with these three lovers over two days, I deliberately ate grilled eel and steamed carp—foods said to boost stamina—charging my body for what was to come.

But Thursday evening, a phone call from my friend’s wife hit me like a shock.

“Baby… you know… we’re meeting tomorrow, right? What time works for you?”

After I confirmed the time, she said, “But… baby… what should I do… my period hasn’t come this month…”

“Really? When was it supposed to start?”

“Next week… but it still hasn’t come…”

“Then… could it be… pregnancy?”

“I think so… ahh… what should I do…?”

“Then, before or after we started, did you sleep with your husband?”

“Come on… we haven’t done it at home since I first slept with you… that’s why I’m worried…”

“Phew… so what do you think?”

“I think I’m pregnant… from experience.”

Hearing her say that, I felt like fate had finally caught up.

She’d given birth twice before. And now, she was two months into a new pregnancy.

We agreed to meet tomorrow and talk calmly, then hung up.

That evening, I drank more than usual, numbing the pain and guilt with alcohol. I had no other way. My chest ached with sorrow and torment. All I could do was drink.

The next day, 3 p.m.

I met my friend’s wife at our agreed spot, picked her up, and drove to the motel district in Hanam City. In the car, we talked about her pregnancy, and soon we pulled into the motel parking lot.

We walked in naturally, checked in, and entered our room.

We were adults. We knew this could happen. Calmly, we decided to take our time thinking about the future.

But first, we needed our hot moment.

As soon as we entered the room, we grabbed each other, bodies aching for contact.

To prepare for the intense pleasure soon to come, I found her lips, shoved my tongue inside, and gripped one breast through her clothes. Feeling the firmness of her breast, I lifted her skirt with my other hand and slid it into her panties.

Feeling the cotton fabric, I began rubbing her pussy over her panties.

Her pussy was already soaked—drenched with juice—as if it knew my cock would soon pound her hole roughly. The wetness had already soaked through her panties.

I began massaging her pussy over the damp fabric, ready for what came next.