Desert Island BDSM Survival Game - Chapter 91: Stage Two, Round Five
A normal woman's pussy, untouched by childbirth, struggled to accommodate Yoo-min's large, rough hand. No matter how many men Han Mi-kyung had slept with or how varied her experiences, she'd never attempted anything this extreme. In fact, Yoo-min was the first man whose hand—or cock as thick as his—she'd ever taken.
Mi-kyung's excitement had begun to build the moment she was called as a mission participant alongside Yoo-min, stripping down together. But now it slowly morphed into fear. She wasn't the only one dreading this mission. Yoo-min felt a similar unease, though not quite as intensely.
He had once performed anal fisting on Nam Sangmi during a mission—though she'd since been eliminated from Paradise. The orifices differed, of course, so issues like cleanliness weren't identical, but that wasn't the point. What had struck Yoo-min back then was how fisting felt less like sex and more like an act of violence.
He'd despised Sangmi, sure, but he hadn't wanted to inflict violence on her that way. The same went for Mi-kyung now. She had harmed his stepsister Gayeong, and he hated her for it—but revenge like this wasn't his style.
Still, the mission was unavoidable. Someone had to do it. So Yoo-min decided to handle it himself rather than leave it to others.
There was no set order for the vaginal creampie and fisting, but Yoo-min chose to start with the creampie. It would be less intimidating for her—a small mercy he could offer.
He laid the still-trembling Mi-kyung on the bed. The mission's main goal was vaginal fisting, so he planned to focus all his foreplay there. Stimulating her inner walls would relax her pussy, dull the pain, and make the fisting easier.
Sliding between her legs, Yoo-min parted her labia majora to expose the tender flesh inside. He caressed it gently with his fingers, easing her tension.
Her fear had her pussy clenched tight—it wasn't wetting quickly. Yoo-min shifted to her clit, rubbing it softly with his fingertip, then lightly twisting the piercing ring threaded through it.
As he concentrated there, her pussy began to moisten, heedless of her dread. He slipped one finger inside, thrusting gently while still teasing her clit.
"Ngh... Hnng... Uuuh..."
Now slick enough, low moans escaped her lips. He added a second finger.
"Yoo-min oppa... Are you... starting now?"
Just as her tension eased, the two fingers made her stiffen again, bracing for the fisting.
Instead of answering, Yoo-min curled the tips slightly, scraping the front wall of her pussy. He planned to induce squirting—a technique he hadn't used lately. It was perfect for getting a woman wet and aroused fast.
Success wasn't even necessary here. Squirting delivered massive pleasure if it worked, agony if it failed—but either way, it flooded her with fluids and distracted from her fear. That was Yoo-min's goal: drench her and loosen her up.
He located her G-spot, the bumpy ridge two knuckles deep on the front wall. Pressing hard with his fingertips, he began rapid, forceful strokes using his wrist and arm.
Each friction against it drew squelching gushes of her juices.
"Aaaang... Aaang... Ahhhng..."
Mi-kyung wailed in ecstasy, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure. Yoo-min wouldn't allow it—this was the critical moment. He needed to intensify.
With his free hand, he pinned her lower belly, restraining her as he pumped her G-spot even faster, harder. His wrist and arm started to ache from the frenzy.
Then it hit—a powerful spasm from her G-spot. Yoo-min yanked his fingers out. A fierce jet erupted from her pussy.
Her hips bucked high, spraying the fountain farther. "Aaaaang... Aang... Aaaaang..."
The squirt went on for ages. Even after, her ass twitched, her waist shuddering in convulsions. Mi-kyung had melted into bliss—but the mission had barely begun. Yoo-min's cock was still soft.
He positioned himself between her splayed legs. Her pussy still dribbled juices. He rubbed his glans up and down her soaked slit, savoring the slick, velvety texture until his cock hardened.
Then he thrust in deep. He intended to pound her relentlessly today—wear her out completely. A exhausted Mi-kyung would handle the fisting better, with less pain.
True to that, he slammed his hips from the start. His thick, long cock buried deep and hard inside her.
"Aaaang... Ahhng... Ahhhng..."
Mi-kyung couldn't catch her breath under the merciless assault. Though little time had passed, her constant loud moans were starting to strain her throat.
Yoo-min ramped it up. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. His cock, already battering her cervix, now felt like it would pierce right through.
Mi-kyung sensed her insides being impaled—but no pain. She had no room for it. Her mind was blank with pleasure, transmuting every sensation into ecstasy.
"Aaahng... Ahhng... Ahhhng..."
How many orgasms was that? Her hoarse cries erupted again. Counting them was pointless—she hadn't come down from the peak once. Her pleasure curve plateaued far beyond climax.
Yoo-min neared his limit too. He'd held back admirably, focused on sending her over the edge again and again. Finally, he unleashed, flooding her depths with cum.
Even as he ejaculated, he bit his lip against the bliss, hips still pistoning fiercely.
Spent, he pulled out. Mi-kyung's eyes were unfocused, body twitching in tiny spasms. Her pussy gaped wide, winking as if still stuffed, testament to his ferocity.
Yoo-min gathered his index, middle, ring, and pinky fingers, sliding them into the open hole. Even four fingers were slimmer than his cock—which rivaled a small woman's wrist.
They slipped in easily enough. But at the middle knuckles, they jammed—the biggest hurdle in vaginal fisting.
Gritting his teeth, Yoo-min pushed harder, tucking his thumb under. Her pussy walls clamped fiercely; he felt something tear with a gritty rip.
"It hurts... Ahhuk... Oppa... Aaaak... Too... painful... Haaat..."
Mi-kyung shrieked, legs flailing, trying to escape. Yoo-min gripped her thighs, pinning her as he forced his hand deeper. The widest part passed her entrance, and his entire fist sank to the wrist.
Vaginal fisting: success.
The mission only required insertion—no need to thrust or wiggle. Holding for ten minutes cleared it.
Yoo-min savored the hot, soft flesh squeezing his hand. Mi-kyung, who had screamed at first, seemed to be adjusting, her cries softening to whimpers.
"Ahh... Hnng... Hnnght..."
She still hurt—a lot—but it had gone smoother than expected. The squirting and rough pounding beforehand had helped.
He planned to wait out the ten minutes. It would complete the mission without issue and had already caused her enough pain.
But her scorching, sopping walls felt stiflingly tight. Or rather... good. Pleasurably so.
Curious, he twitched his hand slightly. Her pussy clenched hard; a moan burst from her.
"Aang... Aang... Ahhng..."
Excitement stirred in Yoo-min, mingled with curiosity and amusement. He twisted his hand a bit more.
"Ahht... Oppa... It hurts... Hnnght..."
Mi-kyung winced as she complained, but her trembling eyes held a flicker of arousal.
The hardest part was over. Why not enjoy it a little more?
Cold reason began yielding to hot desire in his mind.