The sun rose early in the countryside, golden light spilling across the fields. Birds chirped loudly, cicadas cried endlessly, and the smell of wet soil from last night's river breeze clung to the air.
Haruto stirred awake on the futon, his heart still racing from the memories of last night. He pressed his palms to his face, but the images wouldn't leave him—the sight of Ayame's naked breasts glistening in moonlight, the way her soft lips slid down his cock, the wet sounds of her sucking until he exploded inside her mouth.
His cock stiffened under the blanket just thinking about it.
"Shit…" he muttered, turning onto his side, trying to calm down. But instead, the pressure only grew. His body was betraying him, craving the warmth of Ayame's touch again.
Yet guilt gnawed at him too. She was older, a widow. What if his grandfather found out? What if the villagers knew? He had just arrived here, and already he had crossed a line that could never be undone.
But then he remembered her words—Welcome to the countryside… it won't be quiet anymore.
His body shivered, not with fear, but excitement.
Unable to stay still, Haruto slipped out of the futon, dressed, and stepped outside. The morning sun was blinding, the rice paddies swaying in the breeze. And there she was.
Ayame.
She was bent over in her garden, her yukata loose and light in the summer heat. From where he stood, Haruto could see the curve of her breasts hanging freely, no bra beneath the thin fabric. Sweat beaded along her neck, sliding down into her cleavage. Every movement of her hips made the fabric cling to her thighs, teasing the outline of her ass.
She noticed him instantly. Straightening up, Ayame turned, smiling warmly. "Good morning, Haruto-kun. Did you sleep well?"
Haruto's throat went dry. Her eyes flickered briefly to his lower body, as if she could already tell what was happening in his pants.
"I… uh… y-yes," he stammered.
Ayame tilted her head, her smile curling into something softer, more dangerous. She set down her watering can, wiped the sweat from her neck with the edge of her sleeve, and walked closer. The sweet scent of her skin reached him before she did.
"Mm, I dreamed of you," she whispered, her eyes locking on his. "Your taste still lingers on my tongue."
Haruto's body burned. He glanced toward his grandfather's house nervously, but Ayame only chuckled, leaning closer, her breath warm against his ear.
"Tonight… come to me. I'll make sure you won't feel lonely here."
Before he could answer, she pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and walked back into her house, her hips swaying deliberately.
Haruto stood frozen, his cock throbbing against his pants, his mind spiraling.
The countryside wasn't peaceful—it was dangerous.
The countryside afternoons were heavy and lazy, the summer air so thick it clung to the skin. Haruto lay on his futon, trying to nap, but his body refused to calm. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ayame's lips wrapped around his cock, her soft moans as she swallowed him whole.
Sweat dripped down his chest. His cock was hard again, pressing against the thin fabric of his shorts.
"Damn it…" he muttered, sitting up.
The silence of the house was unbearable. His grandfather had gone into town, leaving Haruto alone. He slid open the paper door and stepped outside for fresh air, hoping it would help. But his feet, almost without thought, carried him toward Ayame's house.
Her sliding door was cracked open, just slightly. Enough that the summer breeze pushed the curtain aside now and then. Haruto froze, pulse pounding.
From inside came the faintest sound. A soft moan.
Haruto's chest tightened. Slowly, carefully, he leaned closer and peeked through the gap.
What he saw made his cock throb violently.
Ayame lay on her futon, her yukata tossed aside, her body completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, her trimmed pussy hair glistening with sweat and wetness. One hand squeezed her heavy breast, kneading it, pinching the stiff nipple. The other hand was buried between her thighs, her fingers sliding along her soaked pussy lips.
"Mmm… Haruto-kun…" she whispered breathlessly, her hips arching as she rubbed herself faster.
Haruto nearly gasped out loud. She was moaning his name.
Her fingers spread her pussy, revealing the pink folds glistening with her juices. She circled her clit with her thumb, her body shivering with each touch. Her moans grew louder, raw, shameless, echoing in the small room.
"Ahhh… I want that cock again… inside my mouth… filling me…"
Haruto's hand instinctively went to his shorts, gripping his cock through the fabric. He shouldn't—he knew he shouldn't—but the sight of her swollen, wet pussy and her flushed face as she writhed on the futon drove him mad.
Ayame arched her back, two fingers plunging inside herself, pumping fast as her juices dripped onto the futon beneath her. She gasped, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and dripping sweat.
"Haruto… cum inside me… make me yours…"
Her voice broke into a cry as her body shook violently. Her thighs trembled, pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her juices spilled over her hand, soaking the futon, her moans raw and beautiful.
Haruto's cock twitched painfully, precum staining his shorts. His whole body was shaking. He wanted to rush in, to bury his face between her thighs, to taste the wetness she was dripping everywhere.
But fear held him frozen. He backed away, his heart racing, his cock aching.
Inside, Ayame collapsed back onto the futon, chest rising and falling, her fingers still wet with her orgasm. A satisfied smile played on her lips.
And Haruto knew—tonight, when she invited him over, she would want more than just his cum in her mouth.
She would want his cock deep inside her.
The village slept under the blanket of night, lanterns dim, cicadas silent. Only the soft rush of the river filled the darkness.
Haruto stood outside Ayame's sliding door, his heart pounding like a drum. His body still burned from what he had seen that afternoon—her moaning his name, her fingers buried in her pussy. And now, here he was, about to cross a line he could never return from.
He raised his hand to knock, but before he could, the door slid open.
Ayame stood there, her yukata loose, slipping off her shoulders to reveal the swell of her bare breasts. The scent of her skin—warm, sweet, faintly musky—wrapped around him. Her eyes sparkled knowingly as she took his hand.
"You came," she whispered, pulling him inside.
The room was lit only by a single candle, shadows dancing across the walls. Ayame closed the door behind him, then slid her yukata down completely, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him fully naked—her full breasts heavy, nipples hard, her trimmed pussy glistening faintly in the flickering light.
Haruto's breath caught. His cock strained painfully against his pants.
"Haruto-kun…" she purred, stepping close, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. "Tonight… I want all of you."
Her lips found his, warm and wet, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Haruto groaned, kissing back clumsily but with hunger. Her hand slid down, unfastening his pants, freeing his cock, which stood hard and throbbing between them.
Ayame moaned into the kiss as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "So thick… so hard… I've been aching for this all day."
Haruto's hands trembled as he touched her, fingers brushing over her breasts, her nipples stiff under his touch. She guided his hand lower, between her thighs, until his fingers pressed against her soaked pussy lips.
"Feel me…" she whispered against his ear. "I'm already wet for you."
Her folds were hot, slippery, dripping. Haruto's fingers slid easily inside, making her gasp, her hips grinding against his hand. His cock twitched violently at the sensation.
"Enough teasing," Ayame moaned, pushing him gently back onto the futon. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, her breasts swaying above his chest. With one hand, she gripped his cock, guiding it to her entrance.
Haruto's eyes widened. "Ayame-san, I've never—"
She silenced him with a kiss. "Then let me teach you… I'll make it unforgettable."
Slowly, she lowered herself, her pussy lips spreading as his cockhead pressed against her entrance. A wet heat enveloped him as she sank down, inch by inch, her walls stretching around his shaft. Haruto gasped, clutching at her thighs, overwhelmed by the tightness, the warmth, the way her pussy swallowed him whole.
"Ayame-san… ahh—!"
Ayame threw her head back, moaning deeply as his cock filled her completely. "So thick… so deep… oh god, Haruto-kun…"
She began to move, rolling her hips slowly at first, letting him feel every squeeze of her pussy around his length. Her breasts bounced with each motion, sweat dripping down her cleavage.
Haruto's hands found her hips, then slid up to cup her tits, kneading them as she rode him. His cock pulsed inside her, every thrust sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
Ayame moaned louder, her pace quickening, slapping her wet pussy against his hips with lewd, wet sounds. "Yes… fuck me harder… fill me, Haruto-kun…!"
He lost control, thrusting up into her, their bodies moving together in a raw, desperate rhythm. Her pussy clenched tighter, milking his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft, soaking the futon beneath them.
"Ayame-san, I… I'm gonna—!"
"Cum inside me!" she cried, slamming down harder, her breasts bouncing wildly. "I want it all! Fill my womb, Haruto!"
With a strangled moan, Haruto thrust deep, his cock twitching violently as he erupted inside her. Hot cum spilled into her pussy, wave after wave, filling her until it overflowed, dripping down her thighs.
Ayame cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her pussy clenching around him, milking every drop. She collapsed onto his chest, trembling, moaning softly as their sweat and fluids mixed between them.
For a long moment, they lay tangled together, panting, her breasts pressed against him, his cock still buried deep inside her wet warmth.
Ayame kissed his neck softly. "Mmm… Haruto-kun… you're mine now."
Haruto closed his eyes, heart racing, knowing his life in the countryside had just changed forever.