Common Sense of First Experiences (3)
Suddenly, I remembered the promise I'd made with Geon-yul long ago. 'We said we'd lose our virginities on the same day, right?'
It was back in high school, I think—just some random conversation. I recalled it happening on the walk home after duo-queuing at the PC bang. Of course, it wasn't anything serious. We were both single at the time, so it was half a joke. The kind of chit-chat you'd forget by morning. I'd completely blanked on it until Geon-yul brought it up himself just a few days ago.
What was it again? The details were pretty vague, as far as I remembered. Just that someday, when we each got girlfriends, we'd do a double date, book a hotel room, and have sex together. More precisely, it was our virginity graduation sex. We'd each pin down our ideal types, fuck them like animals, and afterward, sip some drinks while getting cleanup blowjobs from our girls. A hazy but thrilling fantasy.
—"What's your type?"
—"Me... someone with a bit of a foreign vibe. Short yellow bob haircut, pale skin, and subtly small tits—she'd have a complex about them. You, Geon-yul?"
—"Girls who like small ones are the dangerous type, they say. I prefer big. If your wife's tits are small, the kids starve. Not into foreigners much—give me a black-haired, innocent-looking Asian girl. Prim in front of others but a total slut at night? Even better."
—"You psycho, why would a girl like that go for you?"
—"It's my type, my type, asshole. Can't I dream?"
—"Fine, then. You pound the black-haired big-tits girl, I pound the blonde slender Yankee chick, and we graduate our virginities together."
—"Sounds good."
Why was that old conversation replaying in my head now? Staring at Geon-yul's erect cock throbbing right in front of my lower belly, I reminisced about those bygone days that were now just memories.
"...Haha."
I never imagined our same-day virginity pact would play out like this. We both figured we'd lose our virginities together, but who knew one of us would graduate as a virgin while the other lost her virginity? And Geon-yul's type—anyone could see it matched me perfectly. Big tits, killer curves, black hair, Asian. The slutty outfit killed any innocent vibe, but physically? Spot on.
"I'll leave you two to it now. Have fun."
The teacher stepped out, leaving just me and Geon-yul on the mattress in front of the blackboard. We were both standing awkwardly on it, feet planted wide—super uncomfortable.
I just stared at his cock, twiddling my fingers.
"... "
"Sit down."
"Uh, uh, yeah. Okay."
I dropped to my knees the instant Geon-yul spoke in that low voice. Old man-habits almost had me manspreading, but I caught myself—this body would flash my pussy wide open. Kneeling it was.
"Hng...!"
Too late, I realized his massive cock was hovering right in my face. The brightly lit classroom sky seemed darkened. His shadow.
'Don't look down at me like that...!'
I'm not a real bitch. Not his girlfriend or anything. But those eyes—gentle, like he was petting a beloved animal, as if he owned me—made my stomach twist. I wanted to wipe that relaxed smile off his face. Make him lose that composure.
Luckily, I'd learned how at the Civil Affairs Office a few days back during my bitch contract.
"Hehe, let me make you feel good, Master?"
"What the... "
I flashed a ditzy smile and gripped his cock lightly with both hands. To avoid suspicion, I'd play the bitch role to the hilt, just like he was. The polite speech was part of that effort.
'How is it this big...? And it's not even fully hard.'
Sure enough, rock-hard erection. Intense heat and a sweet scent hit me at once. Mind-melting potency. Precum was probably welling up from the urethra.
I wrapped my delicate fingers around it.
"Ngh!"
"How's that? Hn, hng... Feels good, right?"
Second handjob already. Smoother technique than the first time—Geon-yul lost his cool, groaning. Each time, a weird thrill of victory surged through me. In this world, he could fuck any girl he wanted, yet my handjob broke him. Probably the ultimate conquest a woman could feel here. Maybe pride came next.
'But that's going too far.'
Left hand kneaded his balls—baby pouch or semen factory, class taught that guys got hornier from those terms—then slid up to rub the base where shaft met root. Right hand kept teasing the head. The sweet smell intensified.
"Th-the smell... Hng."
"Lick it."
"...Pardon?"
"You said it was sweet. Lick it."
I froze. Lick precum? Tongue out meant glans contact. Licking precum meant licking cock.
'Even for acting, that's too much...'
Mouths were for food or kissing. Kissing a guy's cock? Swallowing precum or cum? Still too weird to accept.
'But it smells so sweet...'
Yet my pink tongue poked out between wet lips, inching forward. A bit more and it'd touch that slick, precum-glazed glans. No, stop—this is wrong. I'm a guy. Kissing another guy's dick is humiliating...
Desperately resisting, but my sweet semen sense skill made me curious how tasty cock and cum would be. Sucking it while fingering my pussy would feel amazing.
"Just flick it. Tongue touch and pull away. Not like I'm saying deepthroat it."
"Hng... "
My trembling tongue nearly grazed the glans.
"Hold up. What the hell are you two doing?"
"Y-yes?"
I yanked my tongue back, eyes wide. The teacher—who'd said she'd leave us alone and retreated—suddenly intervened.
"This is sex ed, not foreplay class. Handjobs and blowjobs are for later. Why waste time here? We're short on it."
"But Teacher, foreplay before sex is—"
"Kang Geon-yul. Look at your owned bitch's pussy. Does this need foreplay?"
She strode over, hooked hands under my armpits, and lifted me effortlessly. My tits and ass were heavy, but overall light—I dangled easily.
"P-put me down...! My feet aren't touching...!"
"Quiet and look."
"Hiii! D-don't look at my p-pu—!"
She grabbed my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide. Suspended only by her grip, my soaked pussy was bared to all.
"Can't see? Closer then."
"Ah, perfect view. Even the insides are visible."
"Hnnng... "
She shoved my pussy right in Geon-yul's face. Terrified of suspicion, I didn't resist or speak—just let my pussy twitch.
Squish...
Geon-yul peered intently at my pussy inches away. He parted the lips, exposing the pink inner folds. Mortified—I wanted to bite my tongue and die.
"Hng, hnn... "
"Yep. Prime pussy—no foreplay needed, slide right in without resistance. My mistake."
"Nah, at your age, makes sense. Fresh contract, hasn't fully grasped his bitch's traits yet."
"Yeah... And she's still a virgin, our Chae-a."
"What? Don't most graduate virginity on contract?"
"Exceptional case. Anyway, she'll bleed some virgin blood on the mattress here—cool?"
"No issue. Piss is fine too."
"Good."
They discussed my pussy like an object. Even acting, this was too much. But the shame of exposing every twitching detail silenced me.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
"Thanks."
She dropped me onto the mattress for real this time. I fell back, nearly supine. Instinctively twisted legs to cover pussy, arms over tits—but useless, I knew.
'So wet...'
Mattress stuck slickly to my back. No need to look—I caused it. Drooling pussy juice while jerking and sniffing his cock? All me.
"Chae-a, spread your legs."
"Ah, y-yes... "
Geon-yul sat on the mattress too—right between my thighs, leaning in to overlap our bodies. Spreading that wide was a workout.
"Hng!"
"Tits already max sensitivity?"
"Th-that's... Hyat!"
"Nipples hard too."
He collapsed onto me, kneading my soft tits. Press a fingertip on a nipple? Pussy squirts like a water gun.
"Feel that below?"
"Yes, Master's... "
But nerves split—huge, hard shaft lay flat on my pussy slit, sliding slow. Each glide basted it in my love juices.
"Haa, haaa...♡"
Not even a centimeter in—just that tease warped my brain. The situation alone was intoxicating.
"Master's what?"
I hesitated, then answered.
"Master's... cock... "
"Not cock. Basic dirty talk class today—learned hotter words than that, right?"
Plenty: semen dispenser, baby batter rod, discipline stick, bitch-breaker ticket... Too vulgar, comical even—couldn't say them.
"Master's... dick... "
"Right. What’s Master’s big dick doing?"
"Master's huge dick... is rubbing my pussy entrance... "
"Quick answer this time?"
"Uwa, that’s... "
"No need to freak. Good job—praise."
He stroked my head with a tit-hand, nudging glans to my hole. Slick cock and pussy fit like Tetris—no resistance.
"This’ll do."
"Y-you’re doing it?"
"Hm?"
"For real...?"
Honestly, scared. Not just pain—though big reason. Worst: how would this change us? Guys dump girls post-fuck all the time. Didn’t think Geon-yul would, but if he did, I’d survive. Point: sex often resets relationships.
Geon-yul—always kind, guilty for dragging me here, saw me as friend. Post-fuck, just a cum-dump bitch? That terrified me.
"Chae-a."
"Yes?"
His deep voice replied.
"I keep my promises."
"What suddenly—"
"High school promise. Keeping the same-day virginity grad."
"Uh, yeah... "
I knew, since he brought it up first—probably thinking same. But whispering it in my ear like this...!
"Same with the lifetime one: I'll raise you as my bitch forever."
"Uh, friend over bitch... "
"Friends when alone. Here? Bitch."
I nodded. True. Acting friendly outside endangers us. This chat was risky too.
"So no future worries. Fulfill our roles: you as bitch, me as Master."
"Roles mean... how?"
"Basic dirty talk: pussy begging."
Blood rushed to my face. True—not just names. Learned that too.
"R-real-ly have to...?"
"Yep. Loud, confident."
Desperate, I slid hand to where his shaft met my pussy. Awkwardly idle till now, it dove like it’d waited forever.
I spread my pussy wide and yelled.
"P-please bestow your noble cock upon this lowly bitch’s pussy...!"
Spreading myself, dirty begging to tempt him—that’s pussy begging. First time ever; wanted to bite tongue. But his hand cradled my back—heart melted serene.
"Going in."
Not can I? Going in. I nodded silently.