A Story About Silencing a Big-Breast, Silent Woman and Her Big-Butted, Small-Breast Mother—both killers—With a Dick. - Chapter 6

I love b00bs.
Especially big, voluptuous ones.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have them myself.
I don’t think anyone gets excited about something they already possess.
It’s only natural that I’m not turned on by my own hard pectoral muscles, but I’m completely obsessed with br3asts, those soft mounds of fat.
But there are different ways to appreciate br3asts.
Top cleavage, sideboob, underboob.
They’re all amazing, but every guy has their particular favorite.
So, what’s mine?
It’s sideboob peeking out from under an armpit.
I don’t know why.
I have armpits, too, of course, but for some reason, a woman’s armpit drives me wild.
And if I can catch a glimpse of her br3ast from there? That’s absolute perfection.

“So, I’d love to see it.”

Armpits naturally grow hair.
To keep them smooth, they need to be groomed.
If you don’t shave properly, a little bit of hair can grow back, and many women are reluctant to expose their armpits.
But I want to see!
I don’t particularly like armpit hair, but if she’s embarrassed and shows it to me anyway, I’ll get excited.
Now, what about this woman with her mysterious erotic body?
She doesn’t seem inclined to raise her arms herself, so I’ll have to lift them.
But she doesn’t resist.
Well, she’s already exposed her magnificent br3asts and let me caress them, so maybe she doesn’t mind this much.
Her body is slightly dirty, exuding the scent of a wild female.
I can’t imagine she’s particularly diligent about hair removal.
If she has armpit hair and is embarrassed about it…
Wait a minute. Would a woman who proudly flaunts her br3asts really be shy about something like armpit hair?

“…………”

I swallow hard.
I love armpits.
But, to be honest, hairy armpits that haven’t been shaved at all might be a bit much.
Which type of woman was she, exactly?
Someone who doesn’t care much about body dirt but is meticulous about grooming her armpits?
…Does such a person even exist?
My heart pounded anxiously, my pulse quickening.
Please, God…!
I steeled myself and made her raise her arm…

“Seriously…?”

It was completely smooth.
A hairless Eden, utterly devoid of any stray hairs.
Even upon close inspection, there was no sign of any grooming.
In other words, it was completely natural.

“This is the best…”

I offered fervent thanks to God.
Thank you.
I promise to pray properly from now on, not just when I get a stomachache on the train…
Ah, if it’s naturally smooth, there’s no need for her to feel embarrassed at all.
I eagerly pressed my nose closer.

“Whoa… The scent is strong, but why doesn’t it stink?”

I inhaled deeply, drawing in the wild, feminine scent that radiated from her entire body.
It wasn’t unpleasant, merely enough to draw bl00d to my member.

“…Ah…”

Slowly, I licked her armpit with a long, deliberate stroke of my tongue.
She flinched in response.
Well, it was a sensitive spot. Anyone would react to being licked there without warning.
Hmm, the texture of her skin was smooth and pleasant. I could lick it forever.
I pulled a strand of saliva from her armpit with my finger, tracing it across her side br3ast to her n1pple.
She twitched again.
When I released her now-hardened n1pple, it glistened wetly with saliva.

“Next…”

Br3asts, armpit…
I traced my finger down her body, following the taut curve of her abdomen…

“Yep, this is the spot.”

I slipped my hand inside her work pants.
Plop! I thrust inside with force, feeling the soft texture of pubic hair.
Her armpits were smooth, but her pubic area was thick with hair…
For the record, I like pubic hair.

“It’s a bit on the thicker side, huh? Well, it’s not overgrown, so it’s perfectly fine.”

I’d be bothered if it felt unhygienic, but judging by the texture, it wasn’t that bad.
In that case, I could get turned on without any reservations.
Wait, she’s not wearing any underwear?
An erotic, blue-collar girl wearing work clothes with no bra or panties…
Isn’t that the best?
I could feel the heat radiating from my palm.
Her body was cold, but her pubic area was warm.
And quite wet.
She seemed to be feeling it too, though I hadn’t really done much in the way of foreplay yet.
I’d only stroked her chest and licked her armpit.
If she’s this wet from just that, she must be incredibly sensitive.
So it’s sensitive and has plenty of ups and downs, huh? This is getting a bit too lewd.

“Ugh… the scent of a woman is so strong…”

I opened my hand, which had been shoved down my pants, creating a gap. The sweet and sour feminine aroma rising from within was intensely potent.
It hit me like a punch to the head.
As expected, the combination of vaginal fluid and pubic hair creates a remarkably powerful pheromone.
I loved this scent, so I decided to intensify it.
I inserted a finger slightly into her v4g1na and began teasing it with quick, rhythmic motions. I didn’t push deep, just rubbed the entrance with short, rapid strokes.
A wet, sticky sound echoed with each flick.
The ceaselessly overflowing vaginal fluid gradually soaked through my pants.
Her voluptuous body twitched in small, rhythmic reactions.
Then…

“…ah… oh…”

“Huh?”

A faint moan reached my ears.
I stared intently at the woman’s face, though her long black hair completely obscured it. She continued to tremble uncontrollably.
I tried moving my fingers in short, piston-like motions again.
Just as the obscene, wet sounds of squelching grew louder and my hand began to feel slick with moisture…

“Ugh… ohh♡”

The woman’s body jerked violently.
At the same moment, I felt a warm, squishy sensation in my hand.
The crotch of her work pants had darkened with a wet stain.
Did she… come?
And that raw, beast-like groan.
It bordered on vulgar, but the fact that it came from this doll-like woman who had shown no reaction until now honestly thrilled me.
An erotic, voluptuous woman with a highly sensitive body.
…Could she be my Venus?
I used to think ghost stories were bullshit, but I was wrong.
They had led me to this incredible encounter.
She seemed to have some baggage, but I didn’t care.
If she were this erotic, I’d even endure a serious mental case to be with her.

“Well then…”

I had thoroughly appreciated her body.
I had made her feel good.
Now…

“It’s my turn.”

I slid down my pants to free my aching, cramped groin.