Lee Yeonju
Lee Yeonju was my first.
My first peck. My first kiss.
When we kissed at the bar, the pleasure had been enough to fog my head in an instant. Had I ever put anything that soft in my mouth in my entire life? Sweet fruit and the smell of liquor mingled together, and still I licked her upper lip and her lower one without the slightest resistance. When tongue met tongue, my attention snapped straight to my cock, already rigid. Back then, the kiss alone had been enough. It would be truer to say I'd never had a spare thought for letting my hands wander lower.
This was better than that. All we were doing was lying on the bed while Lee Yeonju kissed me from above, and still.
"Mm."
I'd thought we were pretty close at the bar, too. Her arms had been looped around my neck, and mine had been around her waist. Her chest had pressed into mine, and that alone had been stimulating enough.
Now our whole bodies were flush. Through the thin white blouse, every curve of her figure traveled unbroken from my chest all the way down to my stomach. The bathrobe, hanging on by nothing but a pair of underwear, had long since fallen into disarray, and my cock—kept from standing fully upright by those same underwear—thrashed, begging to be let out. Above it I could feel the fabric of Yeonju's panties, her skirt ridden up over them.
"Haa."
I was going to lose my mind.
Sucking at her lips, losing myself in her tongue, I slipped the hand at her waist underneath. Bare skin. I stroked that narrow waist, and felt her squirm at once, as if it tickled. With the movement, my cock ground naturally against her panties. At a sensation I'd never felt before, I squeezed my eyes shut.
Even with my hand inside her clothes, Yeonju didn't stop me. She gave herself entirely to the kiss, as if she had no idea it was happening.
I moved my hand higher. A strap crossed the soft skin. So this is a bra.
I'm a man too. In high school I'd watched plenty of porn in my room. I set my fingers on the clasp and struggled to undo it.
"Pfft."
I'd wanted to get it in one try. It wasn't easy. Yeonju drew her lips away and laughed. She sat up and peeled off her top.
A deeply carved collarbone. Full breasts. A bra that did nothing but hold them. And beneath, a waist that drew in slender. Her figure was a work of art.
"Here."
Yeonju reached behind herself and undid the strap. The garment dropped with a soft tap. Her upper body wore nothing at all now.
I swallowed without meaning to. Her long straight hair swayed, a few strands climbing onto her chest. It wasn't the first time I'd seen Yeonju's breasts. On stream alone, the upper swell or the lower curve showed often enough. But seeing them whole—breasts exactly as nature made them—was a first.
"Beautiful."
"Right? Touch them."
I reached out and took a breast in my hand. The underside, the side. My hands are fairly large, and still one of them filled my palm completely. I knew it wasn't the moment for a question like this, but curiosity won.
"About what cup is this?"
"C."
With a cute little smile, Yeonju leaned down again. This time, instead of my lips, she licked my earlobe.
"Ngh."
The feel of that soft tongue. Right beside my ear, the sound of her breath, thick with excitement. Bare breasts pressed in through the gap of the disheveled bathrobe, a feeling entirely different from cloth against cloth.
The breath that had been at my earlobe traveled down. To my nape. To my chest. She undid the knot of the bathrobe—which, aside from still being tied, was serving no purpose at all—and spread it open to either side. Now I was bare too, except for a single pair of underwear.
"Nnh."
Warm breath touched a nipple. Her tongue licked one while her hand caressed the other. When I lifted my head a little, it was even more stimulating: Yeonju's face, savoring my nipple as if it tasted good. The cock against her stomach twitched, impatient for its turn. She seemed to feel it.
"Aigoo. Come on. Wait. I'll get there in a second."
The hand that had been rubbing my nipple slid down and closed around my cock through the underwear.
"Nnh!"
It was on another level from the light grinding of before. Sensation I'd never felt when I touched myself came rushing in. In the meantime, Yeonju pulled my underwear down. At last my freed cock sprang up. The fabric was already soaked in precum.
"What the."
Her two small hands wrapped around it.
"Why is it this big?"
At the question, I looked down again.
"......"
She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, between my legs, holding my cock and staring with startled eyes. Her face was so small that half of it was hidden behind me, and still the surprise showed.
"......Is it big?"
"Thick, and big......"
As if fascinated, Yeonju opened her hand and measured from the base to the head. One of her hands couldn't span it.
"Unreal."
I was relieved. A soft peck. Still marveling, she pressed those cherry lips to the head. Slick precum strung from her mouth as she drew away.
"Mm. Tastes good."
A smile dripping with sex. If anything, it turned me on more.
"You said I could suck it, so... should I?"
"......"
Even on stream, Yeonju often cracked jokes that walked a razor's edge. A broadcast that already put her body on display, and on top of that the kind of line that stirred the imagination. That was why she had so many viewers. But the joke was crossing the line, and now it wasn't a joke at all, and I couldn't hold myself back.
"Hhk."
Watching countless blowjobs in porn, I'd wondered what it would feel like—the head sliding into a mouth. I'd been curious, and I'd never had the chance to find out. So this was a new world.
"Ah."
I was being drawn in somewhere, steadily. A soft tongue came out to meet me and licked beneath the head. Slowly. Up and down. Even those shallow movements were incredibly stimulating. Then, all at once, she took me deep.
"......!"
I could feel it. The head touching the back of her throat. Looking down, I saw Yeonju with my cock buried deep, her brow furrowed in discomfort. Even that was beautiful. And it turned me on.
"Mmph."
My cock swelled harder. It was already a tight fit, and as it grew she made a sound of protest. Even so, she didn't pull off. It reached her throat and she still couldn't take all of it; soon she gave up and stroked me instead.
"Haa."
The pleasure of a blowjob. I wanted to feel it right up until I came. I lifted my upper body and looked down. A woman kneeling between my legs, servicing me. A sense of conquest rose together with the urge to finish. My cock, already squeezed tight and tormented by her mouth, had been at the peak of sensation for a while. I caught Yeonju's head.
"Noona. I think I'm gonna come."
"Mmph—mmph."
Instead of an answer, both hands grabbed my ass and pulled. She knew a man's weak points far too well. The urge surged. Semen poured from a cock I couldn't even pull free, erupting toward her throat. Yeonju went still, eyes closed, simply taking it.
"Haa."
After I'd been spilling for a long while, it finally quieted. At last she let me go. As I slipped from her mouth, semen and saliva strung between us. A gulp. She swallowed what remained and licked me clean.
"Delicious."
"Ahh. It's sensitive."
Coming from a blowjob, on my first time. I'd finished hard, and still something felt lacking. Seeing her grin and keep tormenting my cock only made it worse.
"This won't do."
"Hm?"
Just like that, I slid my hands under both her arms and lifted her.
"Kyaa."
I threw her onto the bed and climbed on top.
"I want to put it in."
"You just came."
Startled by the force of it, her hand went naturally to my cock.
"......Why won't it go down?"
"I'm putting it in."
I reached down with one hand and pulled her panties off. I brought my still rock-hard cock to her wet pussy and rubbed. I knew the mistake men make most often their first time. Less a mistake than the natural result of having no experience. A little lower than I think. I repeated it to myself and pushed in just a little.
"Ahhk!"
Fortunately, the disaster I'd imagined didn't happen. Yeonju's pussy, already soaked, sucked me in as if it had been waiting.
"Aaahn!"
When I drove in a little past halfway, her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me down. Kissing her roughly, I drew my hips back and thrust in again. Her legs, spread to either side, trembled. As my hips sped up, those legs—shaking with nowhere to go—suddenly locked around my waist and held on tight.
"Auuu."
"Haa."
"Aaaahn!"
While she was blowing me, I'd thought, so this is sex. A sensation on a completely different level from jerking off. Being toyed with by a living, writhing tongue-monster hadn't felt bad at all. I'd called that happiness. It wasn't. Sex couldn't even be compared to a blowjob. Every fold inside her sucked at my cock and worked it. Wet, obscene sounds. And the way her slickness overflowed—felt without a single word—gave me the confidence that I was doing this right.
"I'm gonna lose it. Me."
"......"
How could a whisper in my ear be this sexy. More strength went into my hips. I thrust hard. Even on my first time, the hope that I could satisfy a woman lit a stubborn fire in me.
"Aaahn. Aaahn!"
Listening to her moans grow rougher, the urge to come rose again.
"I think I'm gonna come."
"Aaahn. Mmm. Come! I think I'm gonna come too."
"......"
I didn't stop moving, but my head was a tangle. I'd put it in without a condom. If I finished like this, I'd be coming inside her. Of course I thought I ought to pull out—but her legs had my waist in a death grip, and I couldn't.
"Inside...... come inside! Haaaahn!"
Feeling the body wrapped around me tremble hard, I came inside Yeonju.
"Haaaa."
We stayed like that a long while, holding each other, riding out the afterglow.
"Huuu."
When I pulled out, semen spilled. It poured straight onto the blanket, and I didn't care. The blanket and the sheets were already soaked through.
"I meant to teach you a lesson, and I got taught one instead."
Arms flung wide, Yeonju flushed and burrowed into me.