The Kitten in Pantyhose (3)
The hand that had traveled down from her chest found Chae Dayeon's knee first. Just as the faintly scratchy texture of her pantyhose registered against his palm, his mouth drifted lower along the line of her throat and settled on her collarbone — nipping, sucking, licking. It was a pretty good erogenous zone in its own right.
Schluuup—!
"Haahng, hah, haahng, haahng, haaaahng…!"
Dayeon's already feverish voice grew huskier and, at the same time, started climbing toward a higher register. He could say with certainty that it still wasn't her highest note, though. His hand had only just begun to slip from her knee toward the inside of her thigh.
Unlike when he'd merely touched her knee, the pantyhose now rasped across his entire palm. As his fingers crept gradually under her skirt, the heat was far more intense than what he'd felt in the car. A faint dampness came with it. What he wanted wasn't the heat or the moisture itself — it was the source that had produced both.
His hand kept climbing. The tip of his thumb found the spot where her clit ought to be and pressed in.
"Ungh—!"
The moan that burst out of her was, without question, a little higher than the husky cry from a moment ago. And to make that high note last a little longer—
He put more force into his thumb, pinning her clit down and rubbing it in slow, grinding circles. That, more than any caress he'd given her so far, tore a real reaction out of her. A reaction of the body.
"Aaaahngh…!!"
Dayeon's small hands fisted in the blanket. Her whole frame jerked and trembled, advertising just how well the attention was working — advertising it directly onto his fingers. She was wearing panties and pantyhose over them; it should have taken a considerable amount of wetness for any of it to reach his hand. When he withdrew his fingers from under her skirt for what came next, his thumb was coated in a thick smear of her juices.
Out of habit, he brought it to his nose and took a light sniff.
…What the hell.
Why wasn't there any smell?
"Hey… Dayeon."
"Nh, aahng… nnnngh?"
"Did you not go to the bathroom today?"
"Bathroom… I-I did gooo…"
Then why was there genuinely no smell? It wasn't completely odorless — there was that faint, distinctly feminine scent — but it wasn't anything unpleasant. Some women barely had a scent at all if they took care of themselves, sure, but a woman like Dayeon, who even tasted—
He licked his thumb.
—a woman who tasted this good was something you weren't going to find anywhere. Her juices didn't have that awkward, fishy edge that was embarrassing to even describe. They had a flavor that went straight to a man's appetite and lit it on fire.
Which meant there was no reason to wait. He took the hem of her pencil skirt in both hands.
"Dayeon. Lift your hips for me. Just a little."
"Nnnngh…"
The moment she raised her hips, he dragged the skirt all the way up to her pelvis and left it bunched there so it couldn't slide back down. Seen like this…
Ah, come on.
The same way her chest had made its presence known, Dayeon's hips were staking a claim of their own. Her frame was simply so small that it didn't jump out the way Lim Jiwoo's or Han Minah's did. Put another way, though—
A single handspan. Unbelievable.
—it also meant Chae Dayeon's waist was impossibly, absurdly slender.
Having confirmed that much of her appeal, he pinched the pantyhose where it covered her panties between his fingertips and twisted.
Riiip. Riiiiip—!
Where the black fabric tore away, white skin and white panties showed through. No — correction. He pressed a fingertip down.
"Aahng—!"
White skin, and white panties stained gray in one particular spot. The dampness was obvious the moment he touched them. He hooked the fabric aside, and there it was.
Wow…
Not a single hair. A slit sealed in a neat, straight line. Pink on the inside if you spread it. A pussy he could say, without a shred of exaggeration, was genuinely beautiful. Having seen it — and already knowing how she tasted, how she smelled — there was no world in which he was going to leave it alone.
He buried his face between her legs and started sucking in earnest.
"Aaaahngh…! Aahng, aaaahng…nh, aahng, aaaahng, aahng, aa…aahng, aahng, aahng, aaaahng…!"
Dayeon let out a sound like a kitten mewling and tried to close her legs, squeezing his cheeks between her thighs. But her frame was small, which meant she didn't have the muscle to back it up, which meant all he felt was soft flesh. The whole attempt only stoked his appetite further — and drove him to suck harder, more obsessively.
"Haaaaaahngh…!!"
She tasted incredible. The same way her body had smelled. The same way her juices had tasted. The same way her pussy had looked. Every time he licked her clit, every time he dragged his tongue along the inner folds, every time he pushed it inside her, he kept lapping up the wetness she kept spilling, and then at some point—
"Ha…aaeunnnnnngh…!!"
—her body went rigid. A rush of juices far thicker than anything she'd leaked so far spilled out of her in heavy pulses, and she shook, trembling from head to toe. For a girl with no experience, no libido to speak of, and almost no history of touching herself… this was probably the first climax of her life.
And if she'd just had the first climax of her life, then it was time for her first time, period.
"Alright… Dayeon. I'm going to put it in now."
"Nh, nnn…nngh, haahng, nnnnngh…"
Same as he'd done with Lim Jiwoo, he pressed his pubic bone flush against Dayeon's ass and laid his cock across her belly.
She really is a lot shorter than Jiwoo.
It was the same cock in the same position, and he could already tell it was going to reach somewhere much deeper than it had with Jiwoo. The realization only fed the sadism stirring in him. He drew his hips back until the head of his cock kissed her entrance.
"Aahng…"
"I'm putting it in."
"Nngh…"
He pushed in slowly — and watched the blood well up from her pussy as he did. One of the classic male fantasies: the blood a virgin sheds the first time. Hymenal blood, people called it. It wasn't that it never happened… but the actual odds of bleeding during a first time were something like ten percent, weren't they? Low enough that he remembered being surprised. The hymen could already have torn during ordinary life, or some women were simply born without one. He'd heard it both ways.
So was Dayeon one of that ten percent? No way to know. If she was, then what she was shedding right now was the real thing. If she wasn't, then a cock that had been on the large side from the start had simply split her a little on the way in. Either way, the facts on the ground didn't change.
"Hah, nh, nh, aanh, nh, nnnn…nh, aanh, nnh, haaannh…"
"Dayeon. Does it hurt a lot?"
"J-just… just a littleee… a little, nh, aaannnh…"
She was bleeding. That was real. She was tearing up from the pain. That was real. Her pussy was squirming around him as if trying to push out this first enormous intrusion. That was real too. Reality, all of it.
"It'll be okay in a bit. Just a little longer. Breathe easy for me."
"Nnnnngh… aahng, nnnngh…"
Gently. With only half of himself inside her, he rubbed her clit in slow, careful circles with his thumb, coaxing pleasure up through the pain. It seemed to work.
"Haaaaah… haahng, aa…aahng, aahng, aaaaaaaeunngh…"
The panting that pain had torn out of her didn't grow any softer — but one look at her face made it obvious she was panting for an entirely different reason now. So, a little more.
He eased his hips forward to feed her the remaining half.
"…Ahaaaaaaaeunnngh…!"
She was adjusting, at least a little. The pain wasn't gone, but the sound she made said the pleasure was already bigger. He helped it along the same way as before, pressing down on her clit in firm, rhythmic pulses so her body would take the pleasure over the hurt.
"Haaaahngh, aaaahng…!"
It worked again. With the whole of him seated inside her, Dayeon's breathing turned ragged for yet another reason.
"I'm going to move, Dayeon."
"Nnnnnngh…"
Permission, more or less. He didn't start slamming into her the way he had with Lim Jiwoo. He rolled his hips in a slow, careful, almost tender rhythm, giving her time to get used to the feeling of something moving in and out of her body—
"…Woo… Woojin, Woojin-aah…"
"Hm?"
"C-can you… kiss meee…?"
Asking for a kiss with a face like that was cheating. The flash of fluster was one thing; why she was asking was another, and he turned that over for a second.
Remarks 3: she gets turned on when she "licks" me.
Licking his body counted. So did kissing him — that was licking too, in its way. She'd liked the kiss earlier. She was probably trying to use that same feeling to push the pain out of her head.
If that was the idea, then fine.
He bent down and kissed her. The pain seemed to leave her on the spot. A low, rumbling little purr rolled out of her throat as she wrapped her arms around him — and at the same time, the vicious clench her pussy had had on his cock went slack, loosening into a snug, easy grip that was perfect for moving in and out of.
In which case there was no reason to hold back.
He drove into her hard.
"Aaaaaaaahngh…!!"
Dayeon's expression came completely undone. The cries pouring out of her were outright screams. But the proof that she wasn't merely enduring the force of it — that she was feeling it — was everywhere. A thin thread of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth and trailing down her throat. The wetness spilling out of her more generously with every thrust. Her thin arms locked around his neck. And the moans themselves, soaked through with something unmistakably obscene.
"Aaaahngh, aahng, aaa…aahng, aahng, haahng, haaaa…aahng, Woojin…ah, Woojin-aaaaah, aahng, aahng, aaaahng, aahng, aahng, aahng, haaaahng…!"
Filthy. Way too filthy.
He hadn't even been moving that long, and the urge to come was already slamming into him that fast — that was how filthy it was. But the real reason it was hitting him this hard, this suddenly, was something else entirely.