The 12th Night: Jin-ah's Insatiable Cravings
It's probably the 12th night on the Deserted Island. 'I'm beat, but sleep just won't come.' Baek Jin-ah's body was exhausted from moving more than anyone else that day. But strangely, even as her flesh screamed for rest, her mind stayed razor-sharp and awake—a creepy disconnect. 'Felt the same way after hardcore workouts back in the day.' Knowing exactly how to tamp down this weird buzz, she lifted her head without thinking.
"Mmm, mmnya...."
Confirming Lee Seo-hee was out cold—deep enough in dreamland that someone could piggyback her away without a stir—Baek Jin-ah settled back down. She mulled it over for a good long while before naturally curling up, her hand drifting to stroke the soft swell of her lower belly bulging over her swimsuit. 'As long as no one catches me...'
Baek Jin-ah knew full well how to handle this bizarre arousal. The fix was simple: masturbation. Pile orgasm onto her weary body, force exhaustion onto her hyper-alert mind—the perfect answer. Stroking her heating-up belly, her fatigued flesh ignited, and she kneaded and spread her ass cheeks, warming herself up indirectly from the edges rather than diving straight to the core. 'Already so hot...'
Normally, she'd do this in the comfort of a bed with no interruptions, or sneak into the bathroom at dawn for some quiet fun. But right now, lying next to her was Seong-un Lee—the victim she'd tormented mercilessly in high school—and her accomplice and friend, Lee Seo-hee. Judging she'd heated up plenty, Baek Jin-ah raised her index finger. She traced it slowly along the taut, swollen fabric of her swimsuit, rubbing the long slit of her pussy's outline.
Any other time, she'd have stopped halfway, squeezed her eyes shut, and forced sleep. But was it the open wildness of the island, or the presence of Seong-un Lee, who'd taken her virginity? Boldly, she pulled her swimsuit aside, and beneath the wild boar blanket came the unmistakable wet squelch. "Hup... eep.... Hnnngh...."
Forcing back a moan that nearly escaped, she clamped her mouth shut. The stifled sound emerged instead as raw, humiliating nasal grunts even more explicit than a groan. Worried she might wake the deeply sleeping Lee Seo-hee, Baek Jin-ah's heart hammered wildly—but her fingers, slick with arousal, showed no sign of stopping. If anything, the fear of getting caught, the shame, fueled a twisted thrill. 'Don't wake up...'
Her mind, still piercingly alert, justified it: this wasn't just because of Seong-un. She straightened her arched back and pressed her pussy flush against his log-hard thigh, grinding shamelessly. "Ahng... this is insane...."
A colossal wave of pleasure she'd never known surged through her, and she gasped in awe, moans spilling unwittingly. Pulling her torso back, she tugged her swimsuit straps off her shoulders, down under her breasts. 'His arms are so solid...'
With her freed tits exposed, she hugged his arm deep between them, squeezing tight. Flesh mashed flawlessly against flesh, devouring each other's heat outright. Body warmth maintenance? Sure, whatever—she panted raggedly and kept her hand moving, groping his rock-solid chest like a boulder. Then her palm caught on something; she paused.
Even aroused, the odd texture registered. She lifted the wild boar blanket. Squinting in the pitch-black cave—no fire, no moonlight—Baek Jin-ah peered at the strange marks etched on Seong-un's chest. Unaware they were Lee Seo-hee's doing, she didn't dwell. '...Seo-hee won't wake up, right?'
The cave's chill snapped her overheated mind back. She nudged the blanket carefully toward Lee Seo-hee, then considered climbing atop Seong-un—but shook her head, deciding it was too risky. She knelt where she'd lain, bending low to lick his nipple again. 'It's gotten harder...'
Thrilled that her tongue had hardened it, her fingers circled his other nipple before sliding down slickly. 'And this... it's hard too...'
Her fingertips met his rigidly swollen cock. Curiosity piqued, she stole a glance. Licking the sticky-wet nipple, her eyes locked onto the massive presence asserting itself. Was it curiosity? Subconscious? Instinct? 'I've touched this with my hands, sucked it with my mouth, and even... got fucked by it...'
Sniffing it like testing safe food, she stroked her dripping pussy and heaved rough breaths. Her brain signaled revulsion at the pungent, nose-curling musk, but she ignored it, pressing closer and masturbating furiously. Even a quick climax from the stench left her unsatisfied, no exhaustion in sight. She stared piercingly at his cock.
"Hoo."
Her hazy, lust-glazed eyes blew hot breath; the taut shaft twitched in response. Finding the physiological jerk amusing, she huffed a longer stream, and it swayed hugely back and forth. '...Kinda gross and stinky, but not bad...'
Whenever Seong-un had shoved his erection at her before, she'd desperately wanted to flee. '...This has to be big. Even the Japanese or Western guys in porn were about this size and girth.'
Gently gripping his throbbing glans, she spread her fingers to gauge length, wrapped them to measure girth. 'Manga always says this spot's the best...'
Her sex knowledge was hilariously skewed—from porn comics, videos, friends' dirty stories. She teased the sensitive frenulum below his urethra with her nail. '...It really reacts. Wild.'
The glans in her hand jerked like it wanted to escape; surprise and lewd curiosity flickered in her dreamy eyes. She traced firmly along the underside vein; he let out a small, pleasured groan, and the glans twitched massively again. 'Some guys get off on their balls...'
Couldn't fathom why the ultimate weak spot could be a pleasure source. But she wanted to test what she'd heard from screens and gossip. "Mmngh...."
Cupping his heavy, sagging balls gently, rolling and kneading, drew an unidentified groan from the unconscious Seong-un. Simultaneously, the precum-slick glans throbbed hotly in her grip, nearly slipping free. That raw pulse satisfied her curiosity—and ignited fiercer arousal.
Her sticky hand grasped the long, thick shaft—not too hard, not too soft—and her tongue tip lapped the "glans tendon," the frenulum. 'Kinda salty.'
Fishy salt tinged her tongue, but no disgust—just smacked lips savoring the clear fluid oozing from his slit. Inexperienced licks were clumsy, but she didn't stop. Slowly stroking up and down, she ditched head-knowledge for instinct and his reactions, building raw experience.
One hand now stroked while the other tended her sopping pussy. Retracting her tongue from the frenulum, she probed his precum-leaking urethra like excavating, then engulfed the swollen red glans, swirling her tongue. 'He likes this... gotta do it next time he wakes...'
Fantasizing reluctant compliance if he stirred, she hammered her soaked depths and throbbing clit relentlessly. Finally, a blinding, brain-melting orgasm crashed. She spat out the glans; her pent-up moan echoed through the cave as her limp body flopped onto the mattress. 'No more... can't...'
The greatest pleasure of her life left her heaving openly, drunk on sweet exhaustion, eyes finally closing. As her pitiful echoes faded to soft snores, Lee Seo-hee—who'd seemed deeply asleep beside Seong-un—shoved off the heavy wild boar blanket and sat up.
"Impressive, Baek-jjin."
Her low voice shattered the silence, echoing chillingly off the cave walls. Stepping off the mattress, she smirked at half-naked Baek Jin-ah. Squatting, she teased the exposed breasts and perky nipples with fingertips. "Hnnngh... stooop...."
Deep in post-orgasmic slumber, Baek Jin-ah mumbled drowsily through glossy lips, writhing. 'Well, can't really hold this over her.' Seo-hee muttered indifferently, but if she'd had a camera, she'd have snapped pics or video to immortalize the weakness, forging new chains. Smacking her lips regretfully, she reached for the sprawled girl.
Part of her wanted to punish Baek Jin-ah for dirtying her claimed Seong-un. 'Least clean up after yourself. Sigh.' Leaving her like this for a shame-filled wake-up sounded fun, but losing a reliable food-fetcher tomorrow? No way. If she caught cold and couldn't hunt, disaster. Reluctantly draping the blanket over her, Seo-hee eyed Seong-un's soiled cock.
"You little shit. Got hard just 'cause Baek-jjin jerked you?"
Muttering curses softly, barefoot, she lifted her right foot and pressed down hard on his now-cooled shaft. 'Fucked twice today, and it's still rock-hard.'
The firm rebound against her sole made her lick her lips unconsciously, eyes narrowing. 'Might as well add a layer.'
In the once-still dark cave, before Baek Jin-ah's traces faded, the slick slap of flesh resumed its lewd whisper.