Chapter 1 — The Ripe Milf

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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When he says a woman's body trembles, he means it literally—the way she quivers when she's overcome with arousal.

The woman beneath him might be crying from pleasure, screaming, or clawing his back with her nails,
but the pulsing of her most intimate place—that's exactly what he means by trembling.

He prefers words like "fucking" or "coitus" over the English "sex." They feel more real, more visceral.

Anyway, today he wants to write not about distant memories, but something recent.

Clack clack. Clack clack.

"Hello, this is the academy."

"Hi, um, I'd like to speak with someone—could I talk to the director?"

"Sure, one moment please. I'll connect you."

It was the counseling line. He was the director. He occasionally handled consultations himself.

"This is the director. Hello."

"Oh! Hello, Director. I wanted to come in for a consultation. Do you stay open on Saturdays? I work during the week, so I can only come late."

"Yes, come by before seven. I'll wait for you."

Her voice was thick, nasal, dripping with something unspoken.

Anyway, he was buried in work. By 6:30, the staff had left, and he was alone, finishing up.

As he turned off the lights in each classroom, he saw her walk into the office.

He led her into his room and listened to her various concerns.

As he spoke, he studied her. Her face glowed with sensual energy. She wore a yellow low-cut top—her full breasts clearly visible.
When he leaned over a textbook to explain something, she bent forward, and he caught a glimpse of her areolae.

His cock instantly swelled. His heart pounded. He told her to wait a moment and stepped outside to catch his breath.

As he left, he glanced back. She was arching her back, her plump hips seductively perched on the chair.

He hesitated, then returned, sat beside her, and resumed explaining.

Their arms brushed. He leaned close. She didn't pull away. She kept asking questions.

He thought about touching her breast right there—but this was his workplace. He held back.

He loves the woman-on-top position. And he was close to losing control.
But he burned with desire and let her go.

The next Saturday, he was wrapping up work in his office, then logged into an online chat room.

He created a room titled: "I want to meet you today," and started playing Go.

He does this often—about one in four attempts works.
Sometimes it's a dud. But if it hits, he gets lucky. He doesn't care much about a woman's face.

He likes women who are plump, with decent breasts and big hips.

Midway through a game, someone entered his room.

First, light talk to warm things up. Then, he tests the waters—see if she's open to meeting.

Today, he hit the jackpot.

As he said, success isn't common—so he was thrilled. They agreed to meet at a station.

He hopped on his bike and sped toward the spot, picturing her clothes and height. Finding her wouldn't be hard.

But—

"Huh~~"

It was none other than the thirty-five-year-old, sensual woman he'd consulted with just weeks ago.

This was unexpected.

He hesitated—only he recognized her.

But then he remembered her alluring posture, the stolen glimpses of her chest and hips.
He decided—no hesitation. He'd make his move.

"Excuse me, are you Sarah Lee? I'm the one with the ID."

"Oh! Hello. Wait… you look familiar."

"Yeah. Look, why don't we grab a beer somewhere? Think it over. Come on, let's go."

He led her away. As they walked, she realized.

"Oh my… aren't you Director Park? Oh my god… oh no… is this okay? I should go…"

"Nonsense," he laughed."People meet in strange ways. Don't overthink it. Just relax, have one drink with me. Ha ha."

He brushed it off casually.

She relaxed.

"Well then… since I'm here, just one drink. Hehe~"

He almost smirked.

They sat in a quiet bar, drinking beer, talking. The more they spoke, the more they seemed to have to say.

Soon they moved to hard liquor. Conversation dwindled. The air thickened.

He jokingly offered to read her palm, took her hand, and pulled her to sit beside him—hard, close to his side.

She stumbled toward him, her soft, plump hip pressing against his. He felt the warmth, the fullness of her flesh.

He traced her palm with his fingers, subtly caressing—she opened her mouth, eyes half-lidded.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. No resistance. He kept "reading," then began kneading her plump arms and shoulders.

She was heating up. Her mouth hung open, her face flushed red.

He pressed a finger deep into her side—
"Huh?!" she gasped, startled.
"Oh, you…" she scolded, but gently patted his arm.

She was definitely wet. He'd find out later. Haha.

She acted drunk—maybe she was.

"I don't know… why am I like this? I must be tipsy… ahh~~"

He didn't let go. He supported her as they stepped outside.

"We're both drunk. Want to rest somewhere? Or… sing a song?"

By now, he always gives her a choice.

She can say "no" at any moment. Caution is his rule.

She chose singing.

They entered a quiet karaoke room, took a corner booth.

She sat in her skirt, posture loosening.

He raised his beer, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her up.
As they clinked glasses, he gently caressed her side.

She barely resisted.

She picked a song. He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders.

He massaged them, then let his hands drift down her arms, her sides, then her lower belly.

"Ahh~~" she moaned mid-song, her left hand lightly touching the hand on her stomach—
as if to stop him, but already lost.

He softly stroked her belly, while grinding his hard cock against her hip.

Her hips were surprisingly wide, her waist just right.

For a woman her age, the soft, fleshy curves suited her plump figure perfectly—exactly his type.

He especially loves women with big hips.

He loves licking the small slit between those wide hips from behind.
He loves thrusting deep into her from the back.
Any position works. Just seeing a woman with big hips from behind makes his mouth water.

She started pushing her hips back toward him—inviting him.

When it was his turn to sing, he chose a quiet song, keeping her in front of him, teasing her.

She could only pant now. No words. He held the mic in his right hand, his left hand now groping her swaying breasts.

His cock rubbed wildly against her sensual ass. He saw her eyes grow hazy. He tormented her freely.

They were in a corner—no one would come. But the faint risk made it more thrilling.

He slipped his hand under her skirt, touched her panties, then slid a finger to the side, feeling her pubic hair.
It was sparse.

Now he pressed his cock hard against her ass, his middle finger reaching her slit.

Already soaked.
He gently, so gently, circled her clit with his index finger.

"Aaah~~ I'm going crazy, baby… ahh~~ what do I do? huh~~"

She was helpless.

They could've done it here—but he wanted comfort. He wanted to take her properly.
So he led her out and into a motel.

The thrill of her passive surrender was intoxicating.

"Just… I shouldn't… we're just resting, right?" she rationalized.

He just nodded. Heh.

Inside, a water bed. Mirrors on all sides. A table. Everything he wanted was laid out before him.

"Oh my… how naughty… all this is here~~" she said, pretending innocence—only making her seem more daring.

He stopped her from showering first. He pulled her in front of the mirror and undressed her one piece at a time.

First her panties, then her top, then her bra.

He'd removed everything but her skirt.
Her breasts were too large to fit in one hand—slightly sagging, yet delicious.
Her pussy nestled below her plump lower belly, lush and inviting.

He thought of devouring her—but she probably thought the same of him.

Maybe she saw him as younger, beneath her. Heh heh.

They were sweaty, but he knew sweat only made things filthier.

He threw her onto the bed.

"Ah! Ahh~~ Huh~~ Why are you—ouch~~"

"Heh. Stay still. I'll eat your pussy. Deliciously. Heh."

"Aaah~~ How can you eat a pussy? So dirty. baby… ahh~~"

He climbed on top of her. Finally.
First, he straddled her, feeling her full body against his.

The warmth of their flesh colliding felt incredible.

He started licking her neck.

"Ahh~~ Good… but we shouldn't… you said we'd just rest, baby… ahh~~"

"Yeah. You rest. I'll serve you. Haha," he said, gripping her right breast with his right hand, sucking the left.

The richness of her flesh was perfect.

"Huh—!" she gasped, breathless. He softly caressed the side of her pussy, then licked down her side with his tongue.

He reached the inner curve of her hip, pressed his whole mouth against it—smack.

She was lost.

"Haaah~~ hahh~~ I'm going crazy."

He didn't touch her anus or pussy with his tongue—just the perineum between, gently teasing with soft licks.
Then pressing hard with his tongue.

"Haaah~~ suck me, baby, please? I'm going crazy, I'm so itchy. Suck me. Please?"

He made her kneel like a dog, then licked her pussy slit with just the tip of his tongue.

"Haaaah~~ huhh!!" She gasped, threw her head back, swayed her hips side to side.

Then he pushed his long tongue deep inside, stroking her inner walls left and right.

"Aaah~~ mm~~ baby… I want you… inside me."

He moved to her anus, sucking hard—smack, smack—with full force.

"Hahh~~ huh~~ I'm going crazy. Too intense. Baby… put it in. Please?"

He caressed her sensual hips and fleshy thighs, then pressed his cockhead against her pussy.

As he pushed, her pussy twitched, quivered—sucking him in.

"Aah~~ faster~~"

She couldn't wait.

She moved her hips toward his cock.

Heh heh. He finally shoved his swollen, angry rod into her swamp—just the tip.

"Huh… aah~~ baby…"

Even a little bit sent electric pleasure through his entire body.

He pulled back and forth slightly—then plunged in all the way to the root.

"Phwaaak~~"
"Aaah!! Haaah~~" She cried out in moans.

On her knees, ass raised, swaying to the rhythm—she looked like an animal.

Heh heh. The more animal-like, the more he felt like a conqueror.

He ravaged her pussy.

He ground his cockshaft against her vaginal walls, thrust deep into her heat,
then pulled back to tease the entrance with rapid strokes of his glans.

He stabbed in all directions—up, down, left, right.
Three shallow thrusts, two deep ones—driving her wild.

His cock was fully engorged. Her pussy soaked through.

"Haaah~~ baby… too… good… huhh huhh~~ Aaah!!!"

Finally, her whole body tensed—then went still—then collapsed.

Her pussy was filled with hot fluid.

When he pulled out, the imprint of his cock remained—a perfect circle.

From between her lips, the liquid pulsed out.

And so, once again, he devoured another milf.