First Experience (3)
Sex is different from masturbation in that the act doesn't end just because you ejaculate. Even after pouring out my desire, the woman's body—still reeking of lust—remains connected to me. I can hold her, lick her, taste her again. I carefully pull my thick cock out of her pussy. The tip is swollen and bulging, and I remove the condom with faint traces of her first time still clinging to it. I've clearly had rougher sex before, but I've never come this much. I tie it up neatly, the kind of thing I'd want to shove in front of her eyes someday, and toss it onto the blanket beneath us.
“Haa…” No one taught me this, but after coming, a sigh slips out on its own and a chill runs down my spine. She hasn't been taught either, yet she's panting and trembling. It varies from person to person, but I love this hollow feeling that comes after releasing my urges. It feels like I've conquered the woman in front of me. I want to press our skin together even more.
“…Turn on your side. I'll hold you.”
I climb off Seo Haeun, pull the pillow I'd tucked under her waist back out, and lie down beside her like spoons. It's a position more suited to married couples or lovers, not us. I love it anyway. Because I can feel her body with mine instead of just my eyes. Even from behind, I can see the side of her breast. The way it dips in along her ribs before suddenly flaring out from her hips in a sharp curve. Even curled up like a shrimp, her ass still juts out plump and round.
“Your body is really beautiful, Haeun.”
I slide my still-hard cock between her cheeks and rest my hand on her lewd yet soft breast, quietly pulling her into my arms.
“…”
Seo Haeun silently surrendered her body to me. Only her ragged breathing filled the space. I wonder what she's thinking right now. A man with not a single redeeming quality. A man who isn't particularly impressive. A man with nothing but bad blood between them. She only listened to him for a moment because he seemed dangerous, and the next thing she knew, they were in the same bed. Swept up in the alcohol, she'd even lost the virginity she'd protected until this age. He had pushed a little forcefully, but she hadn't properly refused either. There was no one to blame. She must feel wronged. She must hate herself.
“…You came a lot for your first time.”
“…I don't know, that kind of thing…”
Once the pleasure faded and her mind cleared, her breathing grew unsteady and she finally began to sob. I'd only ever been with experienced women, so this was the first time I'd seen a woman cry during pillow talk. The woman who despised me, now in my arms. Having surrendered her virginity, hearing her sob like this drives me insane. Sadism and the desire to conquer surge to the top of my head.
“In my dreams you couldn't stop even if you screamed… but in reality, it didn't work out. I thought I was complete trash, but maybe not that much.”
“You bastard… *hic*…”
But right now, I had to comfort her. I just needed to hold her tighter and stroke her until she calmed down—her hair, her skin. And whisper love to her once more. Whether through words or through my body. Whether it was pure platonic love or filthy, black-hearted eros, it didn't matter.
“*Hic*… haa… hng…”
I gently ran my fingers through her beige hair until the sobbing stopped. I stroked from her chest down to her navel, soothing her heart. Her heart, pounding with a storm of emotions, I pressed down gently to slow its rhythm. I cooled her overheated body without letting it grow cold, warming it with my own heat until it was pleasantly lukewarm.
“…I'll put on a condom, so stay still.”
The moment her breathing steadied, I pressed my fingers from her navel down to her clit. My other hand reached back, grabbed the wallet lying nearby, fished out a condom, tore it open with my teeth. I rolled it on skillfully without looking, then pressed the head against her still-slick entrance.
“It'll hurt less than the first time, so don't tense up.”
I pushed in much more easily than before and stopped once I was just inside. Then I took hold of Seo Haeun's chin and turned her face toward me. Tears welled in her eyes, and her hair was damp with sweat. Her face was a mess, completely soaked, yet there wasn't a single smudge of ruined makeup. Strangely, that made her look even lewder than any makeup could. Maybe it was because, even lying on her side like a shrimp, her ass looked so fuckable from behind. Or because, looking down from above, all I could see were her full breasts. Or because when I tickled her clit with my middle finger, I could feel her sparse pubic hair. Or because I couldn't forget the faint traces of her first time on the condom I'd just tossed aside. I couldn't say which was the right answer, but one thing was certain.
“Like I said earlier, if it hurts, tell me. I'll go slow.”
“…You never planned on stopping, did you… you…”
“It's because you're so hot. No comparison to other women.”
I wasn't satisfied at all. The thought of only getting to hold a woman like this for a single day felt like such a waste. That wasn't nearly enough.
“Mixing in foreplay like this makes it much easier to feel good. You came so hard earlier when we kissed, remember?”
“I didn't… feel anything…”
“Yes, you did. Your whole body was shaking and you were squeezing my cock. Look. This is what you milked out of me.”
I picked up the used condom and held it right in front of Seo Haeun's eyes, forcing her to face her own first experience. She stared at it blankly for a moment before squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away. But I had no intention of letting her escape. I tossed the condom aside and turned her face back toward me. This time I held her right hand so she couldn't cover her eyes, lifted my head from the pillow, and looked down at her.
“Haeun, I don't know why you accepted me, but I want to satisfy you as much as possible.”
“I never… accepted you…”
“You did. You nodded. You said ‘yes.’ You even licked my tongue.”
“…I didn't… nod…”
“Don't worry about the little details. Be honest. …You felt a lot earlier, didn't you?”
“…*ngh*, *ugh*…”
When she refused to admit her shameful memory, I thrust my cock in roughly—half of it buried inside her. I pressed down firmly below her navel and pushed deeper.
“Ah, it hurts…”
“You're not feeling good right now, you're just in pain, right?”
“*Ung*…”
“Better than before?”
“…”
When Seo Haeun kept her mouth stubbornly shut, I thrust roughly again—this time while pressing hard on her clit. I violated even the places I hadn't touched earlier, crudely.
“*Hah*… ah, it hurts, I said it hurts…!”
“It hurts? Want me to pull out?”
“Pull out, take it out. Hurry… *hah*…”
I carefully withdrew from inside her as she complained of pain from the inconsiderate penetration. I teased her vaginal walls with the ridged head, lightly pinched her nipples, then pushed back in gently, stimulating the sensitive spots she'd felt so much earlier. This time, until she nodded.
I melted Seo Haeun down.
“*Hah*, *heh*… *hng*…”
“Doesn't this hurt?”
“It hurts, but… not as much as before…”
“Really?”
“*Ung*…! *Huu*…”
Again and again, I kept scraping her walls just enough to make her remember the pleasure she'd felt earlier—without ever letting her reach it fully—until she admitted it.
“I was pounding you way harder than this earlier, and you were loving it.”
“What… what are you talking about…!”
“Ah, like that. You were clinging to me, moaning like that. Every time we kissed, you squeezed me so tight down there.”
“Don't… say dirty things… *ung*…!”
“Your virgin pussy was getting pounded by my cockhead, and you wrapped your arms around my neck, panting while sucking on my tongue. I remember everything. Your body remembers too.”
“*Haa*, *hah*… stop, stop it…”
While recounting her first time with the crudest words possible, I thrust into her walls at a much gentler intensity—just enough to tickle. I refused to kiss her. I refused to let go of her right hand. I refused to pinch her nipples. I only pressed my fingers against her tongue, lightly scratched her nipples with my nails, brushed past her clit, and repeatedly stimulated just below her navel without fully pressing down.
“Haeun, isn't this enough?”
“*Heh*, *he*… what… what is…”
Instead, I carefully guided our joined hands downward and placed her slender fingers over her clit. Then I let go, slid my arm under her armpit, and while greedily groping her full breasts with both hands, I whispered into her ear.
“If it's not enough, go ahead. You have hands too. …Touch yourself. You've masturbated before, even if this is your first time having sex.”
I didn't force her at all. I simply laid her transparently manicured fingers over her own sex. Then I held her tightly, squeezed her breasts, and pounded into her just like I had during her first time.
“*Ung*… *ngh*… *huu*…!”
But Seo Haeun—whether she'd abandoned everything to the surging pleasure or not—was frantically rubbing her clit with her own fingers, moaning shamelessly, and grinding her ass against my thrusting pelvis. She was craving my body, my touch.