Wonderful Days (2)
Seohae's pussy wasn't just tight. Bordered by her tiny protruding clitoris, thick labia majora parted like silken curtains. Nestled between flawless peach-toned skin without a single blemish, her inner labia didn't protrude even slightly—perfect enough to claim world-class status if pussy modeling were a profession.
“Haaang...”
When Yuchan flicked his tongue against her cherry-red, glistening clitoris, Seohae's legs twitched, her body quivering faintly. Though they'd had plenty of sex, this was her first time receiving cunnilingus. Beyond the raw sensation, the sheer fact that a man had his mouth on her most private place lewdly stimulated the girl's delicate sensibilities. What if it smells? What if it tastes weird? Such anxious thoughts melted away into the fluffy pleasure, softer than marshmallows.
“You don’t have to do something like this... haeng...”
“Don't squeeze your thighs together—spread them. You're getting in the way.”
Dispelling Seohae's worries, Yuchan stimulated her fresh sprout without a hint of displeasure. Fresh from the shower, only a faint soap scent rose from her skin. No odd tastes or smells anywhere. The only annoyance was Seohae's thighs, trembling like they were on manner mode, constantly trying to clamp shut. Yuchan gently pried them apart with his thick hands.
Squelch. The sound of moisture-laden mucosa parting echoed. As her shamefully curled legs spread, the pussy lips she'd clenched tight slipped open, slick with arousal fluid.
“Hik... haa, I don't know...”
Sticky nectar trickled down her thighs. Realizing it was her own honey, Seohae pouted, her already flushed face burning even hotter.
Truly a fine body. It wasn't just youthful freshness. When stimulated, it exuded sultry allure; before that faded, it reverted to girlish purity. Like crisp champagne after a heavy meat course. Thanks to that, Yuchan savored unending variety even after pounding his cock into her all week without growing bored.
“Mister... I, I'm... gonna cum... hauk...”
As ordered last time, Seohae dutifully reported her state. Her legs shook like a high-rise in an 8.0 earthquake. Goosebumps prickled the thighs he gripped. With her hypersensitive body and Yuchan's skilled technique, she drenched both thighs in pussy juice in under five minutes.
“Haaaang...”
Supporting her fervently trembling legs—like she was dancing the can-can—to keep her from collapsing, Yuchan observed her twitching pussy up close. What once looked merely soft now glistened temptingly, soaked in saliva and nectar. Her clitoris, fully hooded before, now peeked out sharply from repeated stimulation.
Seohae stared blankly at the RV's ceiling skylight through dazed eyes, panting raggedly. It felt like grasping heaven's doorknob. Her body was feather-light, but her legs had gone limp—if not for Yuchan, she'd have crumpled long ago.
“Haa... don't do this kind of thing from now on.”
“You came so hard—what are you talking about?”
“It's so embarrassing.”
He lightly pushed away the adorably whining Seohae as she tried to cling to him.
“Seohae, you promised to obey me completely in bed.”
“Just hug me! It's not like it costs anything.”
Yuchan lay back on the bed. Cheap mattress or not, nothing beat sex on a proper bed. Seohae stood frozen, watching until he leaned against the headboard.
“Time for what we agreed on yesterday.”
“Ugh... do we have to? It's embarrassing...”
Seohae's brow furrowed. True to his tastes, Yuchan had imprinted various behaviors on her. For a girl with vanilla notions and little experience, these pervy acts were hard to swallow easily.
“You agreed to it. Planning to break your promise?”
“You pushed it during sex when my head was all fuzzy... Who'd agree to something this humiliating on purpose...”
“Then go home. Didn't you follow me all clingy because you wanted sex?”
“Haa, fine, I'll do it.”
Instead of lying down, Seohae turned her back to him. Her ripe-peach ass swayed at eye level. As she bent at the waist, gripping her cheeks, she hit 45 degrees and glanced back, as if she couldn't bear it.
“You really need me to do this to feel satisfied? For real? This is so humiliating?”
With no response from Yuchan, Seohae pretended to fume. She was embarrassed, lashing out needlessly, but he knew from experience she'd obey. Pure as blank canvas—rare for kids these days—she accepted his demands unquestioningly.
In the end, Seohae thrust her ass back, bent deep, and spread her pussy wide. Even splayed open, the narrow slit stretched with sticky threads of nectar. Just from clitoral play, her vaginal walls twitched visibly at the mere stimulus of parting her lips. At the bottom gap, her pomegranate-like clit quivered, beaded with clear fluid.
“Please inspect... the state of Seohae's immature pussy... that Mister will taste today...”
Like a high-end restaurant letting you verify truffle quality pre-cooking, he'd trained her to self-promote her hole before he sampled it. Commendable how she held the shameful pose despite fidgeting.
“Shall I, as requested?”
“...Pervert.”
“Spread wider.”
“Hauk...!”
Yuchan's finger wedged into her sticky folds. Despite heavy use, the grip was impossibly tight. How does my cock even fit when one finger fills her like this? Anatomy's mysteries.
Squelch, squelch!
“Huhat... huhat... ah... ahh... Mister... there...”
In the full-length mirror positioned to capture the bed perfectly, Seohae's melting face reflected. Hesitant at first, she adapted quickly once underway. Eyes softly shut, focusing on the fingers teasing her pleasure spots—adorable.
“How'd you live without ever masturbating when you love this so much?”
“Haaang... because... I wasn't... interested...”
“And now?”
“I like... I like it...”
From Yuchan's observations, sex for Seohae wasn't mere pleasure-chasing. The ultimate intimacy with another, yet also her way to lick her own loneliness wounds after solitary battles. Her ready spreading likely stemmed from that closeness sex provided.
“Uung... that side... no, lower... press harder... haang...”
“Your pussy's in great shape. Sucks fingers right in, near-new condition, and smells divine.”
As his fingers probed her upper-wall sweet spot, electric jolts shot from her knees straight to her womb. Exposing what embarrassed her just to show a man, now welcoming fingers—sex still felt unreal, otherworldly to her.
“Eet... there... feels good...!”
“Here?”
“Yes... yes... there... haaak...!”
Yuchan's technique was deviously precise. He'd tease her hot spots but slyly shift to edges right before climax, denying release. Unaware such control existed, Seohae felt endless frustration, craving fiercer caresses. Slowly heightening her entire canal's sensitivity to the brink—without mercy. Sighing wistfully each time his fingers fled her peak spots.
If his cock entered now, instant bliss. Parched from the drawn-out tease, she swallowed dryly.
“Ah... Mister... can't you put your cock in now?”
“Pussy inspection's not done yet.”
“Stop~ being such a tease...”
Not intentional, but shaking her ass seductively while spread— even Yuchan nearly wavered.
“Then tempt me properly. Make me want to.”
“How...?”
“Brag about how great your pussy is.”
“Rea~lly? You like... that...? Haang...”
His hooked fingers scraped her walls, urging her on. Waist shuddering, she weighed shame against climax hunger. Decision came swiftly.
“My... my pussy's tight first off... inner lips don't protrude... so it's pretty...”
“And?”
“Like you said... doesn't smell... and... um... lots of juice... you won't regret pounding it...”
Unfamiliar with such acts even from media, her tone turned infomercial-host awkward. Yuchan withdrew his fingers, enjoying her sales pitch. Seohae spread with one hand, masturbating with the other. Her slender digits gave less pleasure than his, but the extra space amplified the wet sounds.
“Like this... inside's hot too... real-use like thirty times max... clean as new... ha... haang...”
“Good girl. Keep going.”
Honestly, less hunger for cock than pleasing him—his praise spurred her. The lewd reality hit hard, lower belly throbbing like heat. Imagining his shaft scratching that itch made enduring the shame worthwhile.
“Not much experience so... sex isn't great but flesh is tender... hurry and shove your cock in to enjoy...”
Her whorish lines scored low by Yuchan's standards—clumsy, no melting coquetry.
“Leaking like that... perfect time to thrust in... hauk...!”
Yet he was satisfied. Those vulgar words from her once-innocent mouth.
“Good. On all fours.”
“Whew... so hard to play along.”
Yuchan patted her ass; like a brooding hen, Seohae knelt, curling low. To maximize her chewy grip, this position reigned supreme. Ass to heels, waist dipped max—exposing her anus and glossy pussy raw. She'd once shied from rear views; now she assumed his favorite pose unprompted. Tiny to begin with, curled up she seemed half his size. Her small ass swelled apple-half round from the posture. Yuchan fondled, savoring the firmness. Petite frame, but proportional curves aplenty. Plus the taboo of defiling a little girl—perfect for him. Pretty face, charming personality, tight pussy, rare small build.
To align heights, Yuchan slid a pillow under her knees and gripped her hips. Time to grant a fitting reward.