Humans Are Clumsy
Whoa. So this is a pussy.
Even a degenerate like me wouldn't actually spit something that deranged out loud.
It's true that when I was younger — right after I'd just come of age and fallen headfirst into internet communities — I kept a collection of lines I wanted to say. I can't deny there was a time I was the kind of juvenile idiot who thought, If that moment ever comes, I have to say it out loud.
"…"
"Hngh… i-if you stare that hard, it's embarrassing…"
Still. I've eaten enough years by now that I'm no longer the kind of moron who'd actually let whoa, so this is a pussy leave my mouth. It still pops into my head, of course. I've just learned some discretion.
So I said something ordinary.
"You're beautiful."
"Aah… th-that's a lie…"
It wasn't, though. Not really. The way she'd come completely undone — panting, trembling, gone slack — was a pretty good look. I don't have a sadistic streak or anything, but watching someone who'd been nothing but playful and cute the whole time go limp and shudder like that was, honestly, hot as hell.
Black lace panties. The underwear I'd peeled off her myself was soaked through — squeeze it even a little and the wetness looked ready to come pouring out. The place those panties had been covering was just as drenched, slick and glistening, her juices leaking in little pulses.
I put my hand there without thinking and started rubbing, slow.
"Hiih…!"
She had a fair amount of hair down there. Every woman I'd ever seen in a video had been waxed, so I didn't have much of a frame of reference, but that's how it looked to me.
"Nngh… hahh…! O-Oppa… st-stoop… I-I can't, hngh…!"
Harin had been catching her breath in ragged little gasps, and the second I started touching her again she was panting all over. The texture wasn't so much soft as yielding and wet. A man's body doesn't have anything quite like it — if I had to reach for a comparison, it was a little thinner than a tongue, a little more pliant, tender in a way I didn't have a proper word for.
"Hngh…! Oppa… stop, stoop… nngh…"
I listened to her whimper and took my hand away. Not because she'd asked me to. I just shifted, naturally. Touching her with my fingers alone felt like a waste, so I brought my face down between her thighs.
If this counted as a fantasy, then it was one.
"Hahh… haah… Oppa…? Wh-why are you suddenly — hngh?!"
I hooked my arms around her squirming legs and put my mouth on the pussy I'd been touching this whole time. She was already soaked. Contrary to what I'd expected, there wasn't much in the way of taste or scent — just a viscous liquid sliding into my mouth.
"Hngh…! I-I don't like… Oppa, ahh…! Sto — hiih…!"
I licked. I worked my way around, and when I found the little bud that was probably her clitoris and brushed it, Harin's whole body shuddered. An erogenous zone, then. I focused on it — licking, sucking, grazing it with my teeth.
Her moans climbed until they were closer to screams. The legs that had been thrashing started to seize and twitch. Even the arms that should have been pushing me away just trembled and jerked, useless.
"Hngh…! Hh, nngh! Ahh…! Aa, ehh…"
I lifted my head a little to look. Harin's face was a wreck. Seeing her like that — so unlike her usual self — was even more satisfying, even hotter, than I'd expected. My cock had already swollen as far as it could go and had been throbbing for a while now.
This is what it means when two adults who like each other spend nearly half a year sleeping in the same bed, living in the same space, and holding it in. She was dripping like an animal in heat, soaking the blanket underneath her completely, and I licked and sucked without a shred of composure left — no room for first-time awkwardness, no room for fumbling, nothing.
I eased off with my mouth.
"Hngh, hahh… stoop, sto… stop…"
"I stopped."
"That's so meeaan… you said… hngh… to tell you to keep going, ahh…"
I slid a dry towel from beside us under her hips and settled into position. I moved in between her thighs — already as wet as they could possibly get — took hold of myself, and lined up.
"Aah… th-hngh… that…"
"Ah."
Even with her eyes rolled back, Harin seemed to clock what I was about to do. She groped around, pulled something out from under the blanket, and held it out.
A condom. That must have been the "woman's secret" she'd quietly pocketed from someone's bedroom back at that house.
"If a baby… hahh… happens… we can't raise one yet, ahh…"
"…"
"Put a condom on, nngh… put one on…"
"Have you ever actually opened one of these?"
"Huh…?"
"We can't use this."
Here's a sad story: her thorough preparedness had gone to waste. I said it as I tore open the packet she'd handed me and showed her the inside.
Powder spilled out in a little cascade.
"Huh…?"
"Once they've frozen, this is what happens."
Maybe it was the material — different from ordinary plastic — but a condom that's been frozen once just crystallizes when you thaw it. It crumbles like sand. Useless trivia I'd picked up back when I'd opened one thinking I might try making a sausage with it.
In other words: in a frozen world, the only sex left is raw.
"Th-then, Oppa… when you finish, hahh. You have to do it outside…"
"Yeah."
I nodded and pressed in closer. I took the thing that had been throbbing for a while now, lined the head up where the opening should have been.
"…"
"Hahh…"
All I had to do now was find the hole and push in.
"…"
"Hahh…?"
I got a proper grip on my twitching cockhead, lined it up as best I could in the dim light, and pushed.
"…"
"Oppa…?"
No, but — fuck.
I genuinely had zero interest in killing the mood, but I put it there, I tried to push in, and I could not find the hole. In every video I'd ever watched, people just slid it in without a second of hesitation — less than a second, a clean thrust, and then they were rolling their hips. The second I actually tried it myself, it wouldn't go in at all.
"Hold on."
"Pfft… hiih, ahaha…!"
A laugh finally escaped the mouth that had been doing nothing but those melting little moans. She'd figured out what was happening. She was still trembling, but the corner of her mouth kept twitching up.
"…Don't laugh."
"Hehe, nooo… you finally look like someone doing it for the first time… hiih…! Th-that's not it…! Not there, th-that won't…!"
I ignored her and kept hunting for the opening, and Harin jolted and thrashed. Her half-lidded eyes flew wide, like I'd been aiming somewhere I absolutely shouldn't.
"Ah."
"Not there…"
Jesus Christ. Almost went full pervert.
So there I was, still unable to find the actual hole, and Harin quietly reached down and took hold of me. She guided me down, set me against the entrance, and looked up at me with a little nod.
The corner of her mouth was stretched in a dazed, open grin I'd never seen on her before.
"…"
"Hahh…"
I pushed my hips in.
"Ngh."
"Nngh… a-it hurts…"
The inside was hot. Hot enough that it felt like body heat concentrated into a single place — seething, squirming, twitching, clenching and releasing over and over. I didn't even have the bandwidth to register Harin wincing, making sounds that were pain now instead of whatever they'd been before.
"Hh."
"Nngh… Oppa…"
Just being inside her was already so much that holding back the urge to come took everything I had. Thrusting was out of the question. I had myself buried to the root and nothing more, and the feeling of her around me was so strange, so much, that I was pretty sure if I moved wrong I'd finish on the spot.
"Wait, hang on…"
"Hahh… nnh… Oppa, I love you…"
The problem was this: Harin, looking like she could barely take it, pulled me into her arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. I wasn't even moving, and her insides kept writhing, clenching, letting go. Her sticky, pleading breath was right against my ear. That small voice kept whispering that she loved me.
"Ngh…!"
"Haa…? O-Oppa…? Hih, hngh…!"
I hadn't even rolled my hips. I'd just been held there, and I'd come inside her, and that was an extremely sorry, extremely embarrassing thing to have done.
"…"
"Ah, you came inside…?"
No excuse. I emptied everything I had into her.
"…"
"Wow… wait, something's hitting the inside and spilling out… wait, Oppa, why are you still… n-ngh…"
No, but. Truly. Genuinely. I had not imagined a woman's insides would feel like this. Past me, who'd figured it would be a little better than jerking off with your own hand, was a complete fucking idiot.
Harin's legs and arms loosened around me. I read the room and pulled out.
"I… I'm sorry."
"Wooow…"
White semen mixed with blood into a sticky fluid that was almost pink, spilling out of her in a slow, steady trickle.
"…"
"I-it keeps coming out…"
She wasn't wrong. It ran for a good minute without stopping. All of it poured onto the towel I'd laid down beforehand, and the whole stretch from her groin to the floor was a mess of juices, semen, and blood.
"I, no. Uh… I didn't mean to…"
"Pfft… was it that good?"
"…Yeah."
"Then it's fine. Honestly, my period wasn't that long ago, so it's okay. I was only worried because it was my first time too, so — ngh. It hurts a little…"
And looking at all of that, I was already getting hard again. A beast with a twitching cock, that's what I was.
"This is, uh…"
"Come here."
Harin blinked at me, then smiled and lay back again. She opened her arms like she wanted me in them. She spread her thighs, putting everything on display, like she was telling me to hurry up.
"You said it hurt."
"It's fine. You can do it as much as you want."
I moved toward her slowly. She looked at me and smiled, bashful and bright.
"…"
"It's my wish. That you do whatever you want."
Honestly, that was insanely hot.
Harin took hold of me, lined me up, and I pushed into her again.
"Ngh."
"Hngh… a-a little slower…"
Same as before — hot, writhing, squirming, that obscene clench-and-release. The first round must have taken the edge off, because the urge to come didn't slam into me immediately this time.
I started rolling my hips, slow.
"Hh, hahh… i-it does hurt, but, ngh…"
Harin still had her face twisted up, but she held onto me and wrapped her legs around my waist. I found the tongue she'd let hang out and met it with mine. Wet, filthy sounds came from where we were joined, slick with both of us. Our tongues mixed with a sticky little noise, and Harin's moans kept coming.
"Hahh, hah…! Ah, nnh…"
The sounds that had been nothing but pain started picking up little threads of heat, and it hadn't even been that long before the second wave hit me.
"Ngh… I—"
"Nnh… you can come inside…! Hh, hngh…!"
She wouldn't unwrap her legs. I came the second time buried deep inside her.
Afterward I didn't pull out. I just stayed there, held against her, catching my breath.
"Aahh… hahh, nnh… it's a little weird, feeling it when you come…"
"…"
She'd been saying insanely hot things this whole time. And because of that, I started getting hard again — still inside her, hadn't even pulled out.
"Hweh…? O-Oppa, suddenly again, hahh, nnh…!"
I felt myself swelling, and I started moving my hips with my mouth shut, like an animal in heat. Half a year of holding it in. Mixed with the raw pleasure of a first time, I came and came again and the heat still wouldn't go down.
"O-Oppa…! W-wait…! Stop for a second, ahh…!"
At some point Harin's breathing and her moans had left the pain behind. They sounded like they had when I'd been touching her — those ragged, gasping sounds. I rolled my hips and took a nipple in my mouth.
"Hiiih…! Oppa…! D-don't…, hahh, hnn…! Aang, hngh…! Sto, stooop…! Ahh!"
Every time I grazed her nipple with my teeth, her hips shuddered. The moans got rougher. I lifted my head to look at her face and her eyes were rolling back again, drool running from the corner of her mouth.
"Nngh! Hahh, haahh…! Hngh…! I-I don't like… Oppa, ahh…! Sto — hiih…!"
The wet sounds got louder, more vivid. The warmth spreading down below made me think she might have been coming, a slow leak. It was crude. Obscene.
I was thrusting without a thought in my head when I noticed the legs that had been wrapped around my waist had gone slack, fallen open to either side. I pushed myself up, grabbed her hips, and drove in hard.
"Ngh. I'm coming."
"Aahh… hngh, hhehk…"
The third one hit. I pressed my hips down as deep as they would go and came into her, filling her up. I held her there for a full minute, gripping her waist, pouring everything I had into her while she shuddered and made those broken little sounds, and I didn't let go.
"Aah… stooop… hiih, ahh… w-wait a seconnd…"
Her eyes were completely rolled back. Insanely hot. The tongue hanging out, the drool-slick corner of her mouth — also insanely hot. The waist that could only tremble, the chest I'd bitten until it was marked red. And when I pulled out, the way her hole clenched and spilled white — that too.
"…Can I keep going?"
"Aah… yeees…"
Harin was panting, but she spread her thighs for me the second I asked.
Yeah. Didn't look like we'd be getting any sleep tonight.