Hayeon and Doggy-Style Sex
Hayeon was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.
Her legs were trembling so hard from the violent orgasm of the brief sex just moments ago that she could barely stay on her feet. Between her clenched thighs, her soaked pussy hole was surely twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure.
I liked that delicate trembling, so I gripped her hips firmly with both hands. Her bare skin, pressed to the cold wall, flinched at my hot touch.
The instant Hayeon’s startled eyes met mine, I shoved my cock back into her.
-Pook!
“Heut…!”
Her wet, burning pussy wrapped softly around my shaft. This time it sank in much faster and deeper than before. In that short span her insides had already grown used to me. If Nari had a talent for blowjobs, Hayeon clearly had a talent for taking cock.
I ignored the awkward standing position and drove my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt.
-Pzzzt…
“Ah, nngh, haa, haang…!”
Hayeon rose onto her tiptoes without thinking, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar fullness. It was pure instinct trying to escape the thick cock inside her—but it did nothing. Rising only drove me deeper, letting my tip gently knock against the entrance to her womb.
I stroked her lower belly with a satisfied smile.
“How is it? Feel that cock nice and clear?”
“Hwuuh, hnn… It’s so tiny I can’t feel a thing. Is this an adult dick? Just a little worm.”
Even while pouring sweat she forced the taunt out. The stubborn, unwilling-to-lose expression on her face, soaked in pleasure, only made her look filthier. Her bluff was so cute I couldn’t help a quiet laugh.
“You sure you want to talk like that?”
The soft voice carried ice, and Hayeon’s shoulders jerked. Still she kept up the act, face flushed with lust. She really hated losing to a man. Must be the mental issues talking.
“J-just hurry up and cum so you can pull out. A gay who fucks other guys…!”
She still believed she was a man, so in her head I was some fag fucking another guy.
“Even if you cry and beg me to stop, I won’t go easy.”
I whispered it low and pushed every last inch inside. A dull, solid pressure met me deep in her cunt—the wall of her womb.
-Pang!
“Huuungh…!”
A strained moan tore from her throat. Her whole body convulsed. When she tried to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound I casually brushed it away and sealed her lips with mine.
-Chup, chup, jjoop!
“Mm, mmmph…!”
Hayeon clenched her teeth, refusing to open. I was confident, though. I would pry this snappy little bitch’s mouth open. I licked slowly across her soft lips, tasting them, teasing the sealed line until I slipped between and lapped at her gums and teeth.
Clamping her jaw to protect her tongue was pointless thrashing. Sooner or later she would open on command—today, tomorrow, the day after. Oddly her mouth tasted sweet with a faint saltiness. The longer we kissed, the rougher her breathing became and the hotter her body burned.
Is she getting off just from kissing? She’s really something else.
I adjusted our stance while we made out. Standing sex was new and a little clumsy at first, but I found the rhythm fast: instead of long strokes I bounced my hips in short, sharp thrusts. My cock never left her completely, yet the piston became far easier.
Once I started moving properly, her vaginal walls clung to me with sticky greed.
-Jjeop, jjeop, jjeop!
Only a few thrusts and Hayeon was moaning loud. The kiss muffled the sounds into something even lewder.
“Mmm, heup, huuu, uhhnnn…!”
Her pussy on the edge of climax was absurdly good. The pressure alone was insane; the inner walls writhed like living things, sucking me in. It didn’t just feel good—it clamped down as if it meant to swallow me whole. I’d never felt anything like it. Even without having fucked that many women, I knew this was a legendary cunt, better than any onahole designed for milking a man. The ridges and little bumps along the walls drove my glans crazy. The unreal pleasure had my orgasm racing up already. At this rate I’d blow in minutes—but I refused to cum before she came a few more times.
Fighting the urge, I slid a hand down and brushed her clit. Gently I flicked the small, hard swollen nub with my index finger.
-Tok!
“Hwooot…!”
Her mouth fell open in a perfect O. The stubborn resistance inside collapsed; pure instinct had left her defenseless. I shoved my tongue deep and coiled it around hers. Our saliva mixed with wet, sticky sounds that filled the bathroom.
“Mph, mmmph, chup…!”
The orgasm must have hit hard—she slapped my chest over and over, but I ignored it. The reaction only fired me up more; I kept thrusting while rubbing her clit.
-Jjeop jjeop jjeop!
Powerful strokes plus the fingers tormenting her clit. Under the double assault Hayeon shuddered and let out a filthy cry within ten seconds. Her body jerked helplessly to every movement of my cock and fingers.
“Hwaaaang…!”
The moment she climaxed her pussy convulsed violently. The savage squeeze milking my shaft ripped my own orgasm free and I flooded her insides.
-Pulk! Byurrrrt! Byut! Byut!
Even though it wasn’t my first load of the day the volume was enormous. Hot cum packed her depths. Standing and shooting upward should have let some spill, yet her perfect seal kept every drop inside. It felt like her cunt was greedily sucking it all down.
“Uh, oop…!”
Through tear-blurred eyes she bit my tongue lightly—her tiny rebellion. I snorted a laugh and pulled back. Still trembling from the climax she forced a smirk.
“Scared to kiss now, huh? Serves you right for sticking your tongue out so carelessly.”
Instead of answering the cocky girl I pressed the same finger hard against her clit and rubbed it side to side at high speed.
-Sbababat!
I felt the engorged nub crush and roll under my fingertip, battered without mercy.
“Kyaaaaah!”
A high, shattered scream burst out of her—raw, almost pained, yet laced with unstoppable pleasure. Like any woman whose clit is being abused, her hips bucked wildly; she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“Really stop, really, really stooop! Hiik, kyahuuuk, kyaaat!”
She slammed the back of her head against the wall, thrashing. I stared into her eyes without expression and never stopped moving my hand. Those eyes had already rolled back in ecstasy; unfocused pupils begged me.
-Chub, chut, pssst!
Every time my fingers scrubbed her clit, fresh love juice sprayed from her hole and soaked the area around her pussy.
“No! Noooo! Please! Stop!”
She clung to me, nails scraping my shirt.
“Water keeps, keeps coming out of my pussy, just a second—! Hiit, euk, no, nooo!”
I still said nothing, face blank, and continued punishing her clit. Continuous orgasms—one, two, three. I hadn’t decided when to stop. I would keep going until she completely broke, until pride itself was thrown to the dogs.
“Ugh, pussy hurts, it huuurts! My clit hurts so stop rubbing it! Hguuu, uuut!”
She screeched, convinced the pleasure would fry her brain. At first she only begged me to stop; as the climaxes stacked her voice grew lewder.
“Back-to-back orgasms are too much… pussy, eeeuugh, can’t… anymore…!”
She even pinched and hit me, hating the clit torture so much—but after so many peaks, and with her most sensitive spot under constant assault, she had no strength left. When I simply ignored every word and kept going, the snarky remarks faded. Instead pure moans and broken pleas mixed together, echoing erotically through the bathroom.
After seventeen orgasms in that short span her attitude finally cracked. Terrified she might go insane, she bent the pride she always held rigid in front of me.
“I… beg you… please, stop… stop…!”
In manga they last longer, but real women fold in under thirty minutes. I laughed inside.
“My clit feels like it’s on fire…! Just fuck me with your cock instead! Please! Hic, uhhngh…!”
“Oh? This time you said clit, not dick. Are you finally admitting you’re a girl?”
Her body shuddered hard. Tears streaming, she nodded frantically as if surrendering everything.
“Yes, yeees! I’ll admit it! So please just stop with the clit…!”
Her voice was hoarse with desperation. Of course I had no intention of stopping there. But thinking it over, continuing the torment in this cramped, filthy bathroom was less appealing than doing it on the soft bed of the Sex Treatment Room—and hygiene was starting to bother me too.
“Next time you talk back, remember this.”
With that I stopped my fingers and ordered her to turn around. Completely drained, Hayeon sobbed and immediately faced the wall. Her ass and thighs already gleamed with slick juices. When she glanced back over her shoulder her eyes held fear, arousal, and a flicker of anger—but none of it could hold her broken body up.
I spread her cheeks and set my cock against the dripping entrance.
-Jjeogeok!
“Ang…!”
She moaned and arched her back as I sank deep. For Hayeon it had been ages since she felt pleasure from her vagina instead of her clit. Her upper body kept trying to collapse, so I grabbed both her arms from behind and began thrusting in earnest.
Rough breathing and the wet slap of flesh filled the men’s bathroom.
-Pang! Pang! Pang!
“Ageuk, eung, hii, huuut…!”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, yet she couldn’t hide the pleasure. Her whole body rocked violently with every stroke of my cock.