Novel Full Chapter 42: All Those Years, She Had Faked All Her Moans!
Chapter 42: Chapter 42: All Those Years, She Had Faked All Her Moans!
"B-but..." she stammered, entirely unable to find her words as her mind went utterly blank.
She just kept replaying what Morenne had gossiped to her, over and over again.
Pamela had been incredibly envious of what Morenne had whispered right into her ear.
At first, she hadn’t truly believed the rumors because, in her entire life, she had only seen a very modest size... well, it was already big compared to what she truly believed.
Pamela had always considered a two-inch thing to be completely standard, the average...
It was a bronze medal holder in the whole village, after all.
But... what Morenne had described was totally out of this world. Imagine living your entire life believing that the absolute maximum size was four inches long.
That was a rare privilege they all envied, a luxury only Arielle and another friend’s husband possessed as the biggest sizes in the village.
Unfortunately, Arielle was miserable and couldn’t enjoy that luxury... though it wasn’t the kind of luxury one would expect, it was better than nothing.
Meanwhile, the other friend’s spouse had already passed away...a total loss to every MILF who desired to see a gold-ranking asset.
Meanwhile, Morenne and the rest of their circle had to settle for three inches, which were either completely useless now due to performance issues or had become completely dried up... a limp, dried-out twig.
That was why Pamela had always been grateful that, at the very least, her own husband was still lively, even if his equipment only ranked in third place.
What was the point of taking first or second place if it wasn’t useful anyway?
Even the slow turtle won the race against the speedy rabbit.
What’s the point of being speedy when you’re lazy?
As long as it was steady, everything was merry, busty, and booty!
So it wasn’t a bad thing, as long as she could experience something...
Though once in a blue moon, it was already a boon..
Yet, right here, a literal living monster or rather, a divine weapon was rubbing directly against her back, straight between her ass cheeks.
It was six times larger than her husband’s.
A staggering six times bigger!
How could her mind possibly function normally?
Morenne had confessed that her own thoughts had gone completely blank after just a few minutes of handling it, using both of her hands because she couldn’t grip it completely with just one.
Granted, Morenne had mentioned the dirty little details to the fullest, including how they had almost been caught red-handed by her own spouse during the act, but she simply couldn’t restrain herself from spilling the delicious details to her closest friend.
It was a private woman’s matter for those who desired a bigger one to fall right into their faces... and now, her wishful thinking had been heard.
It was spectacular news... a true savior had finally arrived to rescue them from their long-standing starvation and thirst.
...
"Shhh... don’t be too loud, Auntie Pam, or else your husband might realize that you’re enjoying a dirty little secret while we’re supposedly cooking~" Owen whispered into her ear.
"B-but... it’s hot, and big..."
"Of course, Auntie, so don’t make any lewd noises~"
"I-it’s bad... you k-know."
"Heh, then why are you moving your ass like that?"
Since she wasn’t putting up any actual resistance, it was finally time to smoothly advance his plan.
The system’s notes were incredibly dependable; his strategy was working like absolute magic.
"O-okay... but don’t rub it too firmly, Wen. You know I’m completely new to this..." Her voice was raspy, her breathing heavily labored as her imagination ran wild, picturing the magnificent shaft pressing against her ass.
"Heh. So you really do love these forbidden acts, Auntie Pam. How bad of you to surrender to temptation while your husband is working hard to provide for you and your daughter~" Owen slid his hand down to cover hers, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
"N-no... it’s only because of what your Aunt Morenne said..." She was completely caught like helpless prey in a trap, entirely vulnerable to her current predicament.
Deep down, she was absolutely thrilled, but she still felt the need to maintain her dignified, traditional housewife facade.
’I-I’m not doing this because I like it... It’s for clarification and verification... yes, that’s it.’
Pamela convinced herself, as she was starting to lose her mind.
"Ho, now you’re shifting the blame to Auntie Morenne, even though you’re clearly enjoying the dirty little secret." Owen exhaled a breath of warm air against her ear, forcing her to look down as the intense stimulation overwhelmed her.
Her entire body felt flushed and feverish despite the early morning glory.
Her blood was literally rushing to her head and then straight to her lower half; it was like both were working in tandem.
"I-I’m not enjoying it... I just wanted to understand what kind of s-sensation Morenne experienced. It’s for research purposes... n-nothing more." She was clearly a captive of her own intense curiosity.
And curiosity truly does have a way of capturing its target especially when it came to a starved, busty MILF’s hidden desires.
Her internal furnace was already burning hot, ignited like a candle fire, begging for the kind of deep, intense satisfaction she had never once felt in her life.
A third-place, two-inch limp twig had never been enough to truly satisfy her...
All those years, she had faked all her moans!
In this quiet village, the ultimate legends about moaning and squirting were practically the stuff of myth...
A buried story from the past.
In their busty MILF society, she had never heard a single woman speak of such things.
Even the elders had never experienced it; it had simply never occurred a single time since the village was created.
"Then why are you shifting your ass like that? I guess your body doesn’t agree with your words at all, Auntie Pam~" Owen chuckled softly, feeling her subtly adjust her posture, as if her curves were instinctively trying to cradle the rigid cock pressing between her ass.