Her First Experience
I could feel the delicate weight of her small breasts cradled in my palm and the slick, wet heat of her most intimate place soaking through my fingers. The remnants from last night bloomed vividly in my mind, as if the dream had never been a dream at all.
These electric thrills weren’t imagined. The raw sensation gripping my fingertips was none other than the body of Ji-eun that I had so hungrily claimed in the darkness just hours ago. The morning’s nightmare felt utterly insignificant next to the intense, almost shivering arousal that surged through me. This time I wanted to see her properly, with a clear and steady mind, to examine every inch of her softness and to explore her to my heart’s content. I pulled her into my arms once more and drove straight toward her bed.
“Ah…!”
She was tossed onto the mattress like a rag doll, and before she could even gather her wits, I had her pinned beneath me. With ruthless hands I tore away the remnants of her clothes and lunged at her like a beast. I buried my face against her skin, sucking hard from the nape of her neck all the way down to just above her navel, leaving my marks behind. While Ji-eun clutched my shoulders and let out soft whimpers, I shrugged off my own burdensome garments and climbed between her toned thighs.
Hot friction met, and just as I prepared to thrust deep into her slick depths—
She suddenly pressed her small hand against my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes with a mixture of fear and tension.
“I… I’m still a virgin.”
The words struck me like a blow to the head. I blinked hard, my mind snapping back into focus. After all the teasing words I had thrown at Na-yeon, the way I had made her cry with my demands, and the passionate kisses she had given me on my knees, I had naturally assumed Ji-eun was experienced. Just as I had secretly doubted Na-yeon’s innocence when she first asked me to use her mouth, I had fallen for the same misunderstanding again. These twenty-year-old freshmen were only clumsy and pure, yet my twisted, corrupted thought patterns had dirtied their boldness in the worst possible way. A belated regret and a strange wave of shame washed over me.
I withdrew the beastly force I had been about to unleash and pulled Ji-eun’s small body close, whispering low against her ear.
“Sorry… I misjudged you.”
In my arms she trembled, breathing hard. The warmth of my embrace gradually eased her tension. After a long silence she buried her face against my chest and spoke in a tiny voice.
“Actually… I was awake last night.”
“…?!?!”
“…When I was drunk, in the bathroom… you wiped me down and sucked me.”
“…”
“I don’t remember the whole thing, but my head was spinning so badly I woke up for a moment. But with you buried between my legs sucking… I was so startled I wanted to pretend I was still asleep. Then my stomach suddenly felt awful and I almost threw up…”
My heart sank heavily at her confession. Ji-eun had truly felt every second of the way I had devoured her that night. The bold little question she had thrown at me that morning—asking if I had done something—was not a joke. It was her desperate attempt to test my reaction. Her voice grew even smaller as she continued.
“At that time… I wanted you to be my first.”
Her words shook my already frayed reason. The moment when childhood emptiness turned into adult fixation. It wasn’t violent coercion. A strange bond had formed, one that shared humiliation perfectly, leading this twenty-year-old girl to perfect submission.
“I want that….”
She whispered shyly, face still buried in my chest.
“Is it okay?”
Instead of answering she nodded and slowly closed her eyes. I let the beastly momentum I had built up cool, lowered her onto the bed as carefully as one would lay a precious child. I found a condom, tore it open, and aligned myself with her dripping entrance. Just like with Na-yeon on our first night, I entered her slowly, inch by deliberate inch.
Only a millimeter at a time, the way one might slowly open her body. Her outer lips welcomed me with slick smoothness, but deeper inside it felt like a violent whirlpool gripping my cock tightly. The walls fluttered like a freshly caught fish, trembling beneath the overwhelming pressure.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
While I whispered low, a déjà vu of Na-yeon’s first memory flashed through my mind. But then the thought vanished. Because I had finally filled the narrow hole I had craved so desperately last night, the one belonging to the frightened Ji-eun.
She clung to my neck, shaking violently. I moved carefully, letting her adjust, and when her furrowed brows began to soften with pleasure and her eyes lost focus, my own rhythm quickened instinctively. Her moans rose in perfect time with the growing friction.
“Ah, anh…! Ahaaaang…!”
Soon Ji-eun cried out in a near-scream and arched her back sharply. I held her trembling body and looked down. Her legs were straight, every inch of her shaking violently. In her very first penetration she had already reached orgasm.
It happened far faster than the time Na-yeon had needed to walk there. Some women were simply like that. The so-called “naturally sensitive” type who reached climax with almost no movement. Ji-eun was clearly one of them. To me she was a natural masterpiece.
But this was her first time. And the very first orgasm of her life. No matter how hard I thrust, I refused to treat this fragile twenty-year-old girl’s first night like any other conquest. I reined in my own throbbing need, watching her carefully as she panted. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her small body still trembling.
I slowly and gently withdrew, pulling out of her. In the heat of the moment I discarded the condom and saw a faint red stain on the white rubber. It had been her true first time.
I went to the floor beneath the bed, grabbed tissues and toilet paper, and returned. Between her still-shaking legs I wiped away the saliva and fresh blood around her entrance and on her thighs with gentle care. Ji-eun covered her face with both hands, too shy to watch, and simply let me do what I wanted. When I finished, I placed her phone on the bedside table and pulled her into my arms. I held her small body close and stroked her hair tenderly.
“Our Ji-eun… you really are all grown up now…”
In my embrace she quieted for a moment, then buried her face in my chest and began to cry. Her shoulders shook with the intensity of her tears and I held her tighter.
“Ji-eun-ah, are you in pain?”
Concerned, I asked. She shook her head against my chest, her tears soaking through my shirt.
“No… it doesn’t hurt… but I don’t know why. I keep crying… I don’t know why…”
The unfamiliar fear of her first time, the tender warmth of the father-figure she had longed for all her life, and the overwhelming aftershocks of an orgasm that had struck far too hard combined to overload this twenty-year-old girl’s emotions in an instant. I said nothing. I simply held her in my arms, patting her back until she calmed.
Hearing her soft breathing inside my embrace, strange emotions swirled inside me. A faint guilt over having taken her most precious first, and at the same time an overwhelming dominance at having claimed and stained that innocence entirely—both sensations raced through my mind like lightning.
Her place still felt a little tender and sore, so I gently pulled the blanket over her. “Want to rest?” I asked softly. Instead of answering she slipped completely out from under the blanket and naturally settled herself between my thighs. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet as she looked up at me with a mixture of shyness and bold determination.
“You’re not finished yet, are you, Oppa…? I think I made you stop midway… I want to do it for you.”
“No, it’s fine, Ji-eun-ah. You don’t have to.”
My reluctance, mixed with guilt and affection, was met with her shaking her head and lightly gripping my thigh. Her moist eyes, wet from the tears she had shed, held an unyielding, fierce hunger as she gazed at me.
“I want to do it for you. I’ll do anything to make you feel good… right?”
It was provocative yet endearing—pure defiance. Without waiting for my permission she took my cock with careful, slightly trembling hands and began to move it slowly up and down. Her grip wasn’t quite steady; she squeezed too hard sometimes or fumbled, but the pure focus in those innocent eyes and the childlike movements themselves became an overwhelming visual stimulation greater than any technique I had ever experienced.