Foreplay with Se-ah
Her breast crushed in my palm. Every time I squeezed, flesh spilled between my fingers; every time I eased off, it sprang back into shape. They hadn't looked that big from the outside — maybe my hands had just gotten smaller? Se-ah's breasts barely filled one of them. The texture of her bra was a little annoying, but knowing it was underwear only women wore in this world made it even more exciting.
"Mmh... chup... nngh... mmph..."
Se-ah, who'd frozen at the sudden kiss, began to melt as pleasure bloomed through her chest. Her body went slack and softer, her tongue growing bolder as it tangled with mine. Even her hands — shy, but sure — found my waist and held on.
Thank god.
I'd been thrown when she tried to stop and leave, with no idea why, and I'd worried whether grabbing her like this was even okay. But the mood had been good up to that point, so I went for it — and luckily, it worked.
"Nnh..."
Before I knew it, all the tension had drained out of her, and she started moving the way she had on the couch — hungry, hands-on. The hands at my waist slid to my back and ass; her knee pushed forward and rubbed against my cock. Was this really the same woman who couldn't even breathe through a kiss a minute ago? Watching her juggle her hands and legs while still kissing me perfectly was almost surreal.
"Hah..."
But I didn't have time to marvel. The hand on my ass slipped inside my underwear. A woman getting off on grabbing a guy's ass was still a weird thought — until I flipped it. Back on old Earth, men got hard over women's asses all the time. Same thing, just reversed.
"Mmh... Da-Dan-woo...♥"
I didn't want to just sit there and get felt up, so I dropped the hand I'd left on her shoulder. My left stayed on her breast while my right stroked down her waist — then reached for that big ass I'd only ever looked at. When I squeezed, the spring and the give were even better than her chest.
Our breathing picked up until kissing wasn't enough to get air. Mostly hers, not mine. So we kept breaking apart to breathe, hands still roaming, then diving back in. Kiss, gasp, kiss, gasp — like animals that couldn't get enough of each other.
"Noona, want to move to the couch?"
"H-huh? The couch?"
By the time our lips felt swollen from all the kissing, I made the suggestion. She blinked, startled, then gave a careful nod. We kissed the whole way there. I laid her down on the couch and climbed on top.
"Dan-woo, this position is... mmph! Mmh..."
She started to ask — a guy on top must've looked strange in this world — but I kissed her before she could finish. Once I'd shut her up, I pulled back and said,
"Quiet. Who was it that couldn't even eat when dinner was already on the table?"
"Th-that's... mmph!?"
I slipped my left index and middle fingers into her mouth as she tried to explain, stirring them gently. She startled at the fingers instead of a kiss, but took them anyway, and I used my free hand to push her sweatshirt up. The pale skin that spilled out under the fluorescent lights was dazzlingly white. I circled her navel with a fingertip and she squirmed, ticklish. Her stomach was so pretty I almost got lost looking at it — but her chest was the priority. I dragged my eyes up. Those breasts, wrapped in a gray bra, looked like the finest fruit I'd ever seen.
"Se-ah..."
"Mmph... slurp... mmph..."
She clutched my hand in both of hers and sucked on my fingers like candy, staring up at me with desperate eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved her bra up. Freed at last, her breasts crowned themselves with pale-pink areolas and small, pretty nipples that matched her white skin perfectly. Those nipples were already standing stiff with arousal.
I swept my hand up from underneath and squeezed. I'd known they were soft through the fabric, but feeling them bare against my whole palm was a different gift entirely. Flesh and nipple both spilled between my fingers. I didn't fight the urge to devour them. I left it to instinct. My hand worked her left breast while I took the stiff peak of her right into my mouth.
"Nngh!? Mmh... ahh... mmph...♥"
The second I sucked her nipple in, she let out a moan dripping with pleasure. My ears were happy. My eyes were happy. My mouth was happy. Had I ever enjoyed anything this much in my entire life?
"You like that? Mmh... you like a guy sucking on you?"
"I like it! Haaah! If you pinch... nnh! Don't...♥"
I sucked one nipple and pinched and tugged the other. Pinching got the biggest reaction, so I made a point of pulling and rolling it, licking more than sucking.
"Mmh... haah... mmph! Slurp... nnh..."
I watched her sighs grow heavier and hotter, waiting for the right moment. Not that I had any experience with women to time anything — I was just waiting for her to look the most desperate.
"Pleas... mmph! Please, Dan-woo... mmh... chup..."
About now?
The hands that had been clutching mine migrated to my head, and she started twisting. Not like she was about to come — more like the teasing was driving her crazy. Nipples alone weren't supposed to get you there easily, after all.
"More... moreee... Dan-woo, harder..."
The hands pulling my head into her chest made me look up. Our eyes met. Hers had melted, pickled in lust, and mine couldn't have looked much different. So I smiled. The moment I'd been waiting for was here.
"Da-Dan-woo... nnh! Hngh!?"
She never finished saying my name. I bit down on that rock-hard nipple with my front teeth and pinched the other at the same time. The hard pleasure she'd been begging for. Normally it never would've been enough to get her off — but after all that stacked-up teasing, it was plenty.
"Hah... nnh...♥"
It was only a light climax, though — the kind you get from nipples alone, not the deep kind.
"Haah... haah..."
"Noona, I can't wait anymore."
I said it as I eased my hand downward, stroking her stomach, then sliding onto her pants. She'd worn jeans today — tight ones. Through the rough denim, the soft give of her crotch felt incredible. Every time I pressed, she flinched, and my cock twitched in answer.
"I can't... wait anymore either...!"
Lying on the couch, she lifted her hips and peeled off the jeans. She pushed them down past her knees for easier removal, and between her bridged legs I could see gray panties soaked through. She was so wet that juices dripped from them, and if you looked close, a clear thread still connected the fabric to the inside of her jeans.
Is she doing this on purpose?
It was filthy enough to make me wonder. She tossed the jeans to the floor and hooked her fingers in her panties. They came down even slower than the jeans. When she'd lowered them just far enough that I could almost — almost — see, she spoke.
"You want to see my pussy that badly? God, that's so weird."
She was teasing me, but her voice was happy about it. I looked up at her. Our eyes locked. Then she pulled the panties all the way off and tossed them. They hit the floor with a wet slap, like a soaked rag.
"There. The pussy you've been dying to see."
Still pressed to the couch with only her hips lifted, she spread herself open and showed me the inside. After that first orgasm, she'd gotten a lot bolder.
"I-it's embarrassing when you stare like that..."
I was studying the pink pussy her fingers had spread open when her voice reached me. The way her entrance twitched irregularly made it look like it was talking, which was a little funny.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? Don't women want to do it with guys?"
"W-well, yeah, but... most guys wouldn't look this closely."
She had a point. Men in this world hated women so much they wouldn't even have sex, let alone want to stare at a pussy. Okay, think about it. If a woman on old Earth studied a guy's dick this carefully...? Would that really be something to get this shy about? Maybe I was the weird one. Or maybe it was just this world's thing. Either way, I was done looking. Time to touch. The pose was hot, but it had to be tiring, so I slid a couch cushion under her hips and let her down.
"Can I touch?"
"Y-yeah... hyaah!?"
The second I had permission, I dragged my index finger down. Softer than the inside of a mouth, and wetter — sloppier, even, than a mouth full of spit. Was that because it was juices instead of saliva, or because she just produced a lot? I didn't even know if she was wetter than other women.
"Amm..."
"W-why are you eating that!? Take your finger out!"
I coated my finger a little more and put it in my mouth. Tart, a little sweet. The internet said it was supposed to smell fishy. Like, squid... wait, was it a fishy smell? Se-ah's wasn't that bad. Not delicious, exactly, but something I could lick anytime. Honestly, I was more interested in her face right now — flushed red, dying of embarrassment — than whatever was on my tongue.
"Hehe. Noona?"
"What, what! ... Huh?"
She snapped at me — then made a confused sound as I leaned in, slid my hands under her thighs, and wrapped them up around her. Then I brought my mouth to her pussy.
"W-wait... hyaang!? Nnh...♥"
She finally figured out what I was doing and tried to stop me — but my tongue was already on her. She jerked, her hips flying up in surprise. Women in this world were so strong that I went up with her, still holding her thighs.
Okay, but this position... actually works?
With her back arched and her pussy lifted, I just had to roll her a little further and I could see her face from my side. Those long legs came down right beside her head. This would make it way easier to watch her squirm and get embarrassed, so I sat my ass down on the couch.
Height's not working...
I was too short to see her face from here, so I stuffed a cushion underneath. Then I stretched my legs forward and pinned her arms.
"Wh-what are you tryiing!? Nnhh!?"
She only came back to her senses once I had the position locked in, and our eyes met. She tried to throw me off — but I licked her first. Not her pussy. The little bean above it. Her clit.
"W-waaait♥ There...! Not theeere...!! Cli... cliiit♥"
She writhed, drowning in it. Pinning her arms with my feet was pointless — I couldn't match her strength anyway. If she was going to fling me off, better to let her arms go and just cling to her torso. I grabbed her trembling legs with my hands and wrapped my own around her waist.
"Don't... nngh! Not there, I mean it...♥"
The surprise was that she didn't use her newly freed arms to throw me off. She used them to hold her own legs. That settled the legs I couldn't have restrained on my own, and made it even easier to suck.
And now I can use my hands!
I let go of her legs. My left hand found that ass, rolled up and looking even bigger; my right stroked her pussy.
"Don't! I mean it... god! I'm gonna come♥"
"Then come!"
She shook her pleasure-soaked face back and forth. She'd already come from her nipples alone a minute ago — why fight it now? To keep her from suffering, I sucked her clit even harder, lapped it with my tongue, and raked my fingers over her pussy like I was playing a rhythm game. Then she started to convulse...
"I caaan't♥ I'm! I'm commiiing!"
She threw her chin back and came in a spectacular squirt.