First Date with Yupi (3)
I peeled off Yupi's clothes one layer at a time.
The coat, the sweater, the skirt — like the skin of an onion.
Each one lifted with deliberate care.
Her everyday outfit revealed beneath.
The sight of her in bikini armor over a leotard lay spread across the bed.
"Haa..."
Yupi let out a breath.
A sweet, heady breeze stirred my nerves.
Strange, really. It was barely different from how she usually looked, and yet just the sight of her set my body ablaze. My mouth watered; my breathing quickened.
She seemed to feel the same, resting a hand on her chest and struggling to calm her racing heart.
"Solis."
"Yes, noona."
Yupi called my name.
Her face flushed crimson, her expression drenched in shame.
"Do you... remember what happened at the harbor?"
"..."
I let the silence stretch for a moment. The words nearly spilled out — that I remembered every single detail, vividly enough to be obscene — but they climbed to the back of my throat and I swallowed them down instead.
Then I answered, calm as could be.
"I do remember, but if you're asking me to describe the situation in detail... that might be a little difficult. My memory's a bit patchy, you see."
I scratched my head, playing innocent. Putting on a stone face, I lied and claimed I hadn't been any more sober than she was. Sometimes a well-meaning lie saves the world, after all.
"This is our first time doing it with a clear head, isn't it?"
"You're right, noona. It is."
*First time.* The thrill in that word, the way it rang.
Maybe for Yupi, this was a moment she'd been waiting an eternity for. Like a girl hopelessly soaked in her dreams, she shyly raised both hands to her mouth.
"May I... ask you for it?"
Her hands, pressed to her lips, covered her eyes.
It meant surrendering her body entirely to me — a declaration of devotion, baring her belly as if swearing her submission to her partner.
Adorable.
The contrast with her usual maturity set off a mischievous streak in me.
*Swipe.*
"S-Solis!?"
I pulled her hands away from her eyes.
"A pretty face like yours is wasted hidden."
"B-but... it's embarrassing..."
"You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. I want to be with you, noona."
Sex — the joining of bodies — was never something I enjoyed alone. Knowing full well how many women can't feel a thing from the act itself, I made a point of guiding them into taking an active part.
"Noona. Open your mouth."
I pressed my forehead against Yupi's, and she answered my signal by tilting her lips up toward mine.
*Mwah... churp.*
Soft lips folded over one another as we shared a warm, languid breath. I slipped my tongue inside, exploring her depths, filling her until she was full. Sticky saliva wound together, thickening into viscous strands that dripped down in slow beads.
Riding the momentum, I slid a hand down and stroked her belly.
"Mmph!"
Sensitized and trembling, Yupi jolted with a moan. The smooth, silky texture of her leotard wound around my fingers. Beneath it, I traced slow circles around the dimple of her navel, again and again, drifting lower and lower until my fingertips prodded her lower abdomen — already damp, already stained.
"Mmnnnh... haa!"
The more I worked my index and middle fingers, the louder Yupi's voice grew. Like a pressure cooker finally boiling over, like lust long suppressed bursting free, the lid seemed ready to blow off at any second. A little more, and she'd probably come.
But instead, I withdrew my hand and met her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Mm. I'm fine."
I spoke to her to help her catch her breath, to let her gather herself. Everything I'd done so far was only foreplay, after all. From here on, the real thing was about to begin.
*Slsssh.*
I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my underwear, and there it was — my cock standing tall toward the ceiling. A pillar swollen rigid, veins on the verge of bursting, bared before her eyes.
"Whoa..."
Yupi let out a genuinely awed gasp, blinking like a camera shutter, capturing the sheer size and thickness of it and committing it to memory.
"And *this* is going inside me..."
She prodded the head of my cock with a fingertip — *poke* — like knocking on a door. At even that tiny stimulus my hips flinched and shuddered.
"Take all the time you want to look."
Any man worth the name should take pride in what he's packing. I pressed my cock forward, presenting it shamelessly against her cheek.
"So this is what a cock looks like up close..."
"First time seeing one?"
"I've, um... seen them in porn sometimes, but... it's a lot bigger than I thought."
Driven by curiosity, she laid her hand on my cock. The skin of her palm rubbing back and forth sent sparks up my length. Her strokes were awkward and clumsy — and somehow that clumsiness itself flooded me with a wicked, corrupting thrill. The knowledge that I could paint a blank white canvas in my own colors was more than enough to keep my arousal simmering. She'd already had her virginity taken, and knowing that *I* was the one who took it twisted the feeling into something closer to obsession.
"You've had a good look, I think, so let's get started."
"Y-yes. Go ahead."
A reenactment of the harbor. I lifted the hem of Yupi's leotard and bared the sex hidden beneath it. Her pink folds gaped and quivered as if breathing, looking so desperately hungry for my cock that it seemed to beg me to hurry.
"Be gentle with me, okay?"
Yupi whispered into my ear. Unlike the first time, she was asking to be fucked with a fully sober mind. Accepting her order, I spread her folds with my fingers and stretched her entrance as wide as it would go.
*Squelch — schluup!*
"Mnngh!"
I pressed the tip of my glans against her entrance and pushed in slowly, and the ring of flesh stretched visibly, dramatically wide around me. The sound of flesh parting rang in my ears, and Yupi winced at the pain.
*Pop!*
The head slipped past her opening, and the rest of my length glided smoothly in, packing her inner walls to the brim. Wrapped tight like a strangled rubber band, a ferocious pressure seized me from root to tip.
*She's insanely tight.*
It was a different dimension from the harbor. Back then, I'd been gentle with her — caressing, careful, holding back so the child inside her wouldn't be harmed. Now she gripped me like a beast's jaws clamping down on prey, refusing to let go.
"Nngh..."
Yupi had taken more of a beating than she'd expected, it seemed; she squeezed her eyes shut as if enduring the pain. I'd assumed she'd take me without resistance after last time, but that was my mistake. This was only her second, and given my considerable size, she couldn't help crying out from the ache.
"Should we take a break?"
I asked, putting her wishes above all else. She didn't answer in words. Instead she shook her head side to side — a silent signal that I could keep going. Honoring her wish, I began to move my hips, slow and steady.
*Slap, squelch — slap, slap!*
Once, twice, I drove deep and pulled back, repeating the rhythm. Every time I quickened the pace, her body swayed as if dancing.
"Ugh... nnh... ah...!"
She was holding her breath as much as she possibly could. There was no one else around — only the two of us here — and yet she clamped her mouth shut, suppressing her moans as if to smother the impulse itself.
"You don't have to hold back. Just give your body over to my rhythm."
With those words, I snapped my hips into gear.
*Slap slap slap slap slap!*
"Ah! Aaah!"
The lewd music of flesh meeting wetness, the head of my cock knocking on the door of her womb. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, and Yupi could hold out no longer, gasping out ragged breaths.
"Mnnh! Aah!"
She fought to endure it, but her body had already caught fire, and half her reason had slipped away. Again and again I drove my cock into her, burying it to the hilt.
Every time I sheathed myself deep, her lower belly bulged outward and sank back, over and over. The unmistakable outline of me surfaced beneath her skin, churning her insides. That vivid shape danced before my eyes on a loop, and the sensation raced up into her brain, shocking her nerves like electricity.
And finally, Yupi lost the last frayed thread of reason she'd been barely clinging to.
"Aaah...! There, more! Haaang!"
The dignified, brave woman who'd been fighting down her pleasure — somewhere along the way her face had drowned in it entirely. Tongue lolling out like a puppy, drool trailing down her chin as if she'd taken a blow to the head.
"Nngh! Haa! Fuck me! Haaang!"
The whites of her eyes showing, she made a fool's face right in front of me. For that moment, she was nothing but a dumb slut who knew only cock, her mind gone completely blank. Thrust and plunge, thrust and plunge — her back arched like a bow, and the bed shook so hard its legs bowed beneath us.
I was nearing my limit too. Blood pooling hot below my hips, my consciousness drifting thin. The signals surging from my prostate told me the moment had come.
Asking permission would have been the polite thing to do — but instead, I drove my hips even harder.
*Squelch slap slap slap slap slap!!!*
"Haaah! No! Solis, nngh... stop!!"
Realizing what I intended, Yupi tried to stop me. She cried out as if begging me not to cross a line that must not be crossed.
*Her words and her body are saying opposite things.*
Even as she pleaded, her legs locked around my waist like she was urging me to plant my seed deep. Roused by that silent invitation, I gripped her hips with both hands and drove my cock into the deepest part of her — and poured my seed out.
*Spurt, spuuurt!*
"Haaaaaang!"
Yupi's climaxing cry filled the room, joined by the gushing sound of a hollow space filling to the brim. I slowly drew my hips back, my rigid, swollen length sliding free from inside her. The moment it came out completely, her gaping pussy pushed out a thick flood of pearly white — erupting from her depths as if a dam had burst, cascading down over her swollen folds like a waterfall.
"Haa, hah..."
Fatigue crashed over me. She must have been exhausted too — barely wheezing out breath after ragged breath, she collapsed right there and slipped into unconsciousness.