I Really Fucked Her Pussy Hard
I drove my cock into her again and again until Yeji couldn't hold it in anymore and her mouth fell open.
"Hngh, nnh…! Class President, it's so deep…!"
Her voice, thick with pleasure, sank straight into my ear. The smell of her sweat and the heat rising off her skin only stoked my arousal higher.
Yeji kept her hands on herself the whole time, holding her pussy spread wide. The soft pink flesh inside gleamed under a glossy coat of slick, wetting both my cock and her cunt as I moved. My thick shaft disappeared into that narrow hole and pulled free again. The crude, filthy sight of it locked my eyes in place; I couldn't look away for even a second.
My cock punched through her scorching insides like a blunt weapon. I half-wondered if something that big would hurt her, but Yeji's face only grew filthier, more openly lewd.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Every thrust in and every pull out wrung wet friction sounds from her, and those dirty noises settled into an obscene rhythm. Because her fingers were still holding her folds open, her fingertips brushed along my shaft every time I slammed home.
"Hngh, uuh, hhuuh, nnngh…!"
The harder I fucked her, the more her lower body twitched, and I could feel the fine, restless reactions deep in her pussy. To call it simple, one-dimensional squeezing would have been an insult to what Yeji's cunt could do. The angle of her spread legs, the way she twisted her hips—every little shift rewrote the shape and pressure of her walls on the fly. That athlete's body of hers reached all the way into her vagina. Every subtle flex of her thighs and core made her inner flesh clamp down of its own will. Pull out once, drive back in, and a completely different texture of pleasure would greet my cock. No matter how much I pounded it, that pussy never got old. A raw, primal hunger rose in me—I wanted to map every last fold of her with my dick.
"Nnh, nngh, hhaah, ahhngh…!"
Yeji poured out those sweet little moans and forced her legs even wider. I marveled that the pressure never eased even with her thighs that far apart, and I worked my hips harder still.
Thud, thud, thud!
My cock sank deep with wet, filthy sounds. The way her walls rippled and clung was pure art. The rougher I gave it to her, the more she twisted her waist like she was dying of how good it felt, and every time she did, the curves of that body rolled and bounced in violent waves.
"You like it here? Or here?"
I took my time spearing different spots inside her, hunting for her weak points. I prodded her cervix with the head of my cock and asked if that was the one. Yeji shook her head and gave me the real answer.
"Ah—aahng! Class President, a little higher…! There, right there…! Hngh!"
Knocking on her cervix barely did anything for her. What lit her up was when I scraped along her walls instead. So I did exactly what she wanted—raked the tip of my cock up against that upper stretch of flesh she'd pointed out, grinding over it like I was clawing it open. I locked onto that one weak spot with stubborn precision and snapped my hips.
"Hh—ghh, hiiiek…! I'm—I'm coming…!"
It didn't take long before a scream tore out of her on a completely different level from anything so far. Yeji flung her hands off her pussy and into the air as her first climax hit. Her fingers splayed wide and her whole body shook. At the same time her cunt clamped down like mad. The strength of that squeeze was leagues beyond the first time. So this was what a lower body forged by track and field could do. If I'd been an ordinary man, Yeji would have wrung me dry and kept milking me dry.
Her violent reaction only fed my own heat. Tension spiked. I seized both of the arms she'd been using to hold herself open, pinned them to the bed, and slammed my hips like I meant to drive her into the mattress.
Slap, slap, slap!
Every time my thighs crashed into her ass, a crisp, meaty sound kept the beat. That trained body of hers even made her bouncing tits spring with real elasticity. The sharp line where her pale under-boob skin met her bronze tan along the bra line was filthy enough to give a man a nosebleed. Yeji's brown eyes were glassy and swimming with pleasure, but the heat aimed straight at me never once blurred.
That look punched a surge of climax straight up through me. Semen boiled and churned in my balls. I raked my eyes over her full, sensual body like I was raping her with nothing but my gaze. Yeji noticed how hard I was staring and, instead of shrinking, deliberately pushed her breasts together with her arms so I could see them better.
"Ahng, ahng, nnh—my body, you like looking at it? Hhuuh…!"
"Fucking incredible. I could watch this forever."
"Hehe… You can look every day, heeh…!"
Even my lust-soaked stare alone was enough to turn her on. What a filthy girl. Before long she shuddered through another orgasm, and I never stopped my hips while I watched it happen.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Plowing that orgasm-tight pussy open with a thick cock was pure heaven.
"I'm cumming!"
"Yeah…! Cum a lot…! Inside me…!"
Her reckless permission to finish in her cunt got a short answer from me. I exhaled hard and poured my load into her.
Brrrrt! Brrt!
Even mid-climax I never stopped moving my waist. Rubbing a raw, hypersensitive bare cockhead against her walls while I came was addictive.
Spurt—brrrt, brrrt!
Like wringing the last drop from a spent faucet, I emptied everything left deep in my balls until there was nothing left to give.
After I finished, I tried to catch my breath—not so much for myself as to give Yeji a chance to rest. Experience had taught me that when a girl came that many times, she usually needed a break. Her hot sweat-scent filled my nose, but it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, it filled my cock with fresh lust all over again.
Yeji, though, was nothing like I'd expected. Most girls were wrecked after two or three orgasms. Yeji's eyes were still bright and sharp. She was breathing hard and sweet, but all that remained on her face was the afterglow of pleasure layered thick.
"You okay? Not too much?"
When I asked, Yeji said, "This much is fine," and nodded firmly. That lean, healthy body of hers seemed to prove it. Then she offered to take over and ride me cowgirl-style, saying she felt bad letting me do all the work with my hips.
"I want to service you properly too. It feels wrong if only you do the moving, Class President."
I gladly made room for her. When I pulled out, a mix of cloudy semen and a little virgin blood trickled free.
"Hold on."
Before she climbed on, I decided to clean out what was left in her pussy. I pushed my middle and index fingers into her and, with my other hand, gently rubbed her clit.
Squish-squish-squish!
"Nnh, nngh, ahng…! Sihyuk, why all of a sudden…! Ahng!"
The sudden fingering left Yeji flustered; she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. I stirred my fingers inside her, scooping out everything still in there. The wet, scraping sounds made it sound like I was ladling out her juices. After those hard orgasms, her ass jerked on its own. I caught the exact moment her walls clenched around my fingers and, in under a minute, dragged her into another climax.
Pssshhh!
A burst of climax fluid sprayed out and soaked my hand. A cloudy mix of semen and her own slick came flooding free.
"Haa, haa, hhuuh…!"
Even after back-to-back orgasms, Yeji still meant to keep going. I lay back against the bed. She climbed over me, lined the head of my cock against her pussy, and slowly sank her hips down.
"Ah—ah, Class President's cock… is going in…."
Watching her expression collapse into something shameless as I filled her deeper was a pleasure all its own.
"Uuh, ooh, nnh…."
Once she'd taken me to the root, she braced herself against my chest for a moment and caught her breath. Her breathing was rough, and it was full of affection for me.
"Cowgirl a bit much for you? You look like you're struggling."
I teased her while she was still doing her best to squeeze around me.
"No… I can do it."
With a face drowning in sensation and a forced little smile, Yeji lifted her pelvis and dropped straight down.
Thud!
"Hhuuuh…! Nngh, nnh…!"
Every time she put her weight into the drop, the pleasure spiked straight up through me—and from the look on her face, Yeji was feeling at least twice as much.
An athlete's ass really does make cowgirl different.
I reached up, kneaded her big tits, and enjoyed the ride. Yeji threw everything she had into working her hips and serving me. Those thighs of hers really were something—she was pounding down like she was doing squats, and her stamina still looked solid.
Before long she was about to cum first and leaned in for a kiss. I met her lips and she immediately tangled her tongue with mine, fierce and hungry. Then she came almost at once.
"Uuh, uuh, aaaahng, I'm coming…!"
Her tongue went still mid-kiss as the orgasm hit. I toyed with that soft tongue with my own and lightly pinched her nipples.
"Mmmph, chuuuh, kyaah…!"
With a cute little cry she snapped back, then started slamming her hips even harder than before. The force with which she drove her pussy down onto my cock was something else.
"It's so dirty it makes my head—my head go weird…!"
Yeji never stopped grinding, desperately mixing her tongue with mine the whole time. The pleasure must have been overwhelming; a tear slipped free as another orgasm took her. That obedient, tightly squeezing pussy made me so happy I pinched her nipples harder.
"Churp… chu, chupa, nngh…! I'm—coming again…!"
Good stamina didn't mean low sensitivity. Yeji had the same weak, easy-to-break pussy as any ordinary girl, and she climaxed again almost immediately. As she came, her body toppled sideways and my cock slipped free.
Schh, tss, psshh….
At the same time a fountain burst from her pussy and soaked the sheets. After two sprays, a steady trickle of juice kept flowing; I watched it while I groped her breasts.
"Haa, haa…."
I lightly scraped her areolae with my nails to pull her back from the edge of her eyes rolling back. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist, hauled her back on top of me into cowgirl position again, put my cock back in, and drove up from below.
Thud!
The sudden thrust made Yeji scream and collapse fully against me.
"Ah—ahng…! Class President…!"
I held her tight and kept fucking her just like that. Being glued so close together made the thrusting awkward, but I still put everything into it. Yeji got used to it soon enough; by the time I was ready to cum, she was subtly shifting her position to make it easier for me to pound her.
Her stamina really was no joke. I could change positions as many times as I wanted. I took her doggy-style once too, gripping that firm, springy ass and driving up into her until I came again.
We spent the entire lunch break like that, switching positions and fucking. We went at each other like animals, testing each other's endurance. Yeji got more exhausted as time went on, but she never lost focus and kept trying to match my pace to the end. I'd never had a girl last this long.
Lunch was almost over; it was time to head to the club rooms. After one last climax I pulled out with a wet pop and said,
"I should get going."
"Haa, haa, haa… yeah…."
Yeji panted hard, her face still blissful. I went into the shower to clean up while she stayed on the bed to rest. She already had track club, she told me, so she didn't need to pick an after-school activity.
It had been one hell of a satisfying fuck. I finished showering, got dressed, and was about to leave when Yeji, sitting on the bed, called me with a shy look on her face.
"Um… Class President."
"Yeah?"
"How was… the sex? With me?"
I almost gave her the usual objective feedback—then I saw how tense she looked. So I changed my mind, smiled, and told her the truth.
"It was amazing. Your pussy squeezes great, your stamina's incredible. Looking forward to next time."
My blunt praise made her face light up like she'd just won something.
"Okay! Next time I'll do sexual processing for you with my pussy again, Class President. No—Sihyuk!"