Chronolust Temptation [18+] High S*xual Content
Ch.5 Emiri’s Choice [oral, MFFF]

Emiri stood in the doorway of her modest home on the island, her hand resting lightly on her lower abdomen. Known for her voluptuous curves, bold laugh, and uninhibited spirit, she was a central figure in the village’s free culture, her body freely shared during festivals and beyond. For weeks, she’d noticed subtle changes—morning nausea creeping up like a tide, tender breasts aching with each movement, and a fatigue that draped over her like sea mist. These signs confirmed her pregnancy, a revelation that stirred a quiet mystery within her.

The woman marveled at the impossibility of it all. How could she be pregnant when her encounters with Hayao, an outsider had been exclusively anal? It seemed beyond reason, yet the life growing inside her was undeniable. She couldn’t help but admire Hayao’s virility, his youthful potency that had somehow defied the odds. A smile played on her lips as she thought of him—his daring curiosity, his energy that matched her own, the way he made her feel alive and desired. Their connection, forged through a thrilling experiment to test the boundaries of conception, had borne fruit in a way she couldn’t fathom, deepening her fascination with him. Sighing to herself, she left her home.

As she wandered through the village, passing fishermen mending nets and women chatting over laundry strung between homes, Emiri’s thoughts lingered on Hayao. The island’s open sexual norms had shaped her life, her nights filled with lovers under festival lanterns or in quiet corners of the shore. She had no intention of curtailing her free ways, their marriage thrived on mutual freedom, a bond unburdened by jealousy. But Hayao had captured her focus, his presence a spark that ignited something new within her.

She was drawn to him—his youthful vigor, the way his eyes traced her curves as if she were a puzzle he longed to solve. When he proposed his experiment—to see if he could impregnate her through anal sex alone—she’d leapt at the chance, not for duty but for the thrill, the connection they’d forged in sweat-soaked whispers. 

Their encounters were a ritual of raw pleasure, a dance of possibility that left her breathless. Hayao would take her with a hunger that matched her own, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her tight, puckered hole. The initial burn of penetration melted into a deep, throbbing ecstasy, her body trembling as his thick cock stretched her, each stroke sending shivers up her spine. She’d moan his name, her fingers clawing at the futon, her ass clenching around him as he pounded her, his cum flooding her in hot, thick spurts that dripped down her thighs. They’d collapse together, Hayao muttering some cruel words that sparked something wrong and strange within her. Whore. Slut. 

Yet no matter how degrading, these moments deepened their bond, Emiri cherishing the way Hayao made her feel—desired, alive, part of something wild and uncharted. And… debased.

That evening, Emiri returned to their home, her mind buzzing. The warm air carried the scent of cedar from the walls, mingling with the musky tang of intimacy as she stepped into the living room. 

Keisuke lounged on a cushion, his head tilted back in pleasure, his low groans filling the space. Eiko, their neighbor’s wife, knelt between his legs, her head bobbing rhythmically as she pleasured him with her mouth. Her dark hair swayed with each movement, her hands braced on his thighs, her lips stretched tight around his thick shaft, glistening with saliva as she took him deep into her throat, soft slurping sounds punctuating the air.

Emiri approached, a smile playing on her lips, unfazed by the intimate scene. The island’s norms made such moments commonplace, a vibrant thread woven into their lives. “Keisuke, I have something to tell you. I have news,” she said, her voice steady, her eyes bright with excitement.

He opened his eyes, his gaze hazy with pleasure, but he focused on her, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “What is it, Emiri?” he asked, his hand resting on Eiko’s head, guiding her slow, deliberate movements, her tongue swirling around his tip with practiced ease.

Emiri knelt beside him, taking his free hand in hers, her fingers tracing his calloused palm. “I’m pregnant,” she announced, her hand resting on her abdomen, a quiet pride in her voice.

Keisuke’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling with joy. “That’s wonderful!” he exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion, his fingers tightening around hers.

Eiko paused, her lips still wrapped around her husband’s cock, saliva dribbling down her chin as she looked up at Emiri with a warm smile. 

“Congratulations, Emiri!” she mumbled, her voice muffled, before resuming her task, her lips sliding along his shaft, her throat constricting around him, drawing a soft moan from Keisuke.

“Thank you, Eiko,” Emiri replied, her gaze softening. She turned back to Keisuke, squeezing his hand. “There’s something else. I’ve decided to move to Kanae’s place to be closer to Akari. She’s going through a lot right now, and I want to be there for her.”

Keisuke nodded, his smile unwavering even as Eiko’s mouth worked him closer to climax. “Of course, Emiri. Do what you need to do. I’m happy for you,” he said, his voice steady, his hand stroking Eiko’s hair. Then, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. “But before you go, how about joining Eiko here? It’s been ages since I had some double fun from you and our daughter. I miss that attention and having two mouths on my cock.”

Emiri sighed, biting her lower lip, a flicker of reluctance crossing her face. The memory of those times with her daughter and her husband stirred a mix of nostalgia and hesitation, but Keisuke’s hopeful grin and the island’s playful norms nudged her forward. “Alright, just this once,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amusement as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin.

Eiko shifted to make room, her lips pulling back with a wet pop, a string of saliva stretching from her mouth to Keisuke’s glistening cock. Emiri positioned herself beside Eiko, their shoulders brushing, the air thick with anticipation. Emiri’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of Keisuke’s shaft, tasting the salty tang of his skin mixed with Eiko’s saliva. Eiko mirrored her, her tongue swirling around the tip, their mouths meeting in a sloppy, frenzied dance. Saliva dripped in thick strands, coating Keisuke’s cock and pooling on his thighs, the wet, smacking sounds of their lips filling the room. Emiri took him deep, her throat constricting as she gagged softly, her eyes watering, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth. Eiko lapped at his balls, her tongue flicking rapidly, her lips sucking one into her mouth with a loud slurp, her hands massaging his thighs.

Keisuke groaned, his head falling back, his hands tangling in both women’s hair, guiding their movements. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped, his hips twitching as the two women worked in tandem, their tongues sliding against each other, their lips colliding in a messy, saliva-slicked frenzy. Emiri’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her throat vibrating with muffled moans. Eiko’s mouth moved lower, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin between his balls and anus, her lips leaving a trail of spit that glistened in the dim light.

Eiko’s free hand slid between her own thighs, her fingers plunging into her dripping pussy, the wet squelching sounds mingling with the slurps of their oral worship. Her moans vibrated against Keisuke’s skin, her body trembling as she fingered herself, her juices coating her hand. Her eyes flicked to Emiri, a wicked glint sparking as she recalled village whispers—Emiri’s love for anal play, her frequent, passionate encounters with Hayao, his cock pounding her ass all around the village. Eiko’s hand moved, slick with her own arousal, and reached behind Emiri, her fingers probing until they found her tight anus. She circled the puckered hole, teasing it with gentle pressure, then slipped a finger inside, the warm, tight muscle yielding under her touch.

Emiri gasped, her lips pulling back from Keisuke’s cock, a thick strand of saliva stretching between her mouth and his shaft. 

“Eiko!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal, her body tensing, then relaxing as Eiko’s finger moved deeper, stroking her inner walls with slow, deliberate thrusts. The sensation sent a shiver through her, her ass clenching around the intrusion, a familiar pleasure igniting her senses.

Keisuke laughed, a hearty, amused sound that filled the room. “Looks like Eiko knows your secrets, Emiri! Hayao’s been keeping that ass busy, hasn’t he?” he teased, his eyes twinkling as he watched Eiko’s finger slide in and out, her other hand still buried in her pussy, her moans growing louder.

Emiri rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she resumed her task, taking Keisuke’s cock back into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft lovingly with renewed vigor. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, saliva spilling over her chin, dripping onto her chest. Eiko matched her pace, her tongue lapping at Keisuke’s balls, her finger pumping Emiri’s anus, adding a second to stretch her further, the slick sounds of her fingering blending with their oral efforts. The room was a symphony of wet noises—slurps, squelches, moans—each woman lost in her task, their bodies glistening with sweat and saliva.

Keisuke’s groans grew louder, his hips bucking as he neared climax. 

“God, you two are perfect,” he panted, his hands tightening in their hair. The two women worked faster, their tongues tangling, their lips colliding in a sloppy, frenzied mess. Eiko’s fingers thrust deeper into Emiri’s ass, her own pussy clenching as she came, her moans muffled against Keisuke’s skin. Emiri’s body shuddered, the anal stimulation pushing her to the edge, her moans vibrating around Keisuke’s cock. With a final, shuddering groan, Keisuke came, his cum erupting in thick spurts, filling Emiri’s mouth, some splashing onto Eiko’s lips and chin. Emiri swallowed greedily, her throat working, while Eiko lapped at the excess, her tongue cleaning Keisuke’s shaft, their faces slick with cum and saliva.

As Keisuke slumped back, panting, Emiri and Eiko pulled away, their lips glistening, their breaths heavy. Emiri wiped her chin with the back of her hand, a wry smile on her face. 

“Happy now?” she teased Keisuke, her voice hoarse from the effort.

“Very,” he replied, his grin wide, his hand reaching out to squeeze her shoulder. “Thanks, love. And you, Eiko.”

Eiko smirked, licking her lips, her fingers still slick from her own arousal and Emiri’s anus. “Anytime, Keisuke. And Emiri, I owe you one for that,” she said, winking, her voice playful.

Emiri laughed, shaking her head, her body still tingling from Eiko’s touch. “I’ll hold you to that,” she replied, standing and smoothing her yukata. “I’ll start packing my things for the guest house. Have fun with Keisuke.”

Keisuke nodded, his smile lingering as he caught his breath. “Take your time, love,” he called, his voice warm with affection.

Emiri smiled to herself, her heart light with the acceptance and love that surrounded her. Motherhood loomed bright on her horizon, but so did her connection with Hayao—a partnership born of desire and daring, now sealed by the life growing within her. As she headed toward their bedroom, the sounds of the village drifted through the open window, a reminder of the vibrant, open world she called home.

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