Senior Yeong-ji, the Second Pussy Soaked Through
After Baek-hee, we met two or three times a week at the boarding house and did nothing but bite, suck, and fuck.
Back when I was young I put too much stock in faces, so Baek-hee—who wasn't my type—never got any campus romance out of me. No dates. Not even walking hand in hand.
But my newly liberated cock needed at least one pussy to stick it in, so for a little while she played the part of my onahole just fine.
Why only a little while?
Because before long, my second pussy showed up.
Same as the first: I hit on her drunk.
Is booze the problem with me? I couldn't even remember her face.
What I did remember was that her name was Yeong-ji, and that she was a fourth-year senior.
Oh, and one more thing. Drunk out of my mind, I'd had the nerve to touch her face and tell her she was pretty.
Ha... fuck me... a freshman hitting on a fourth-year... what the hell was I supposed to do with that...
These days a three-year gap feels like nothing, but back then even a one-year senior looked high above you, and three years made her a senior up in the heavens.
Anyway, word was this senior was coming to see me with a container of juk she'd bought.
So which would it be... once the alcohol wore off, a letdown like Baek-hee, or as pretty as she'd felt that night?
Why do I only ever worry about this kind of thing? Still, I hoped she was pretty.
If the woman I'd hit on yesterday was showing up today with porridge in hand, that had to be a signal she was interested.
For my second time, I wanted to fuck a pussy that was actually my type.
She's pretty. I don't even want to call her senior.
Because I'm about to make her my woman.
Fucking bitch, I want to rail her so bad. Senior or whatever the hell she is, I want her pinned under me, panting.
She looked elegant. White pants, a polo shirt.
That calm style only stoked the urge to win her over harder.
Fucking bitch... I want her... I want her...
Yeong-ji smiled wide at me. I snuck her into my room at the boarding house without the landlord noticing.
I was planning to enlist after finishing just my freshman year, so the room had almost nothing in it.
No desk, no bed. Books and a bag strewn across the floor, and nothing but a sleeping mat laid out.
Yeong-ji sat with her back against the wall, talking to me, and for some reason her knees were up and her legs were spread.
A prim, elegant-looking bitch sitting like that when it was just the two of us—that got me even harder. Fucking bitch.
I stopped eating the juk because of one thing she said.
She talked while looking at me, and I was too awkward to meet that stare head-on, so I kept my eyes on the porridge I was shoveling down and answered from there.
But I must have been sneaking glances between her legs without realizing it.
Maybe she noticed. Yeong-ji said one thing.
My head rang.
A woman who looked that modest, that proper, blurting it out with no lead-in at all.
I'm wet.
It had nothing to do with anything we'd been talking about.
And yet she'd been staring straight at me, and somewhere in there she'd gotten turned on.
Wet...
Hearing that, I cleared the porridge away, rinsed my mouth with water, and this time looked between her legs without much pretense at all.
Jesus... it really, really was. The crotch of Yeong-ji's pants was soaked.
That was the day I learned a woman could get that wet.
A patch about the size of two of my thumbnails was damp.
Earlier, sneaking glances, I hadn't even noticed the white pants were wet, but now that I was looking outright, I could see it fine.
I felt Yeong-ji's eyes on my dick, which was standing up in real time. She came over and grabbed it through my sweatpants.
The first day I saw Yeong-ji—drunk, sure—she'd been so goddamn elegant and pretty, and a senior besides, that I'd thought to myself:
This fucking bitch's pussy—I'll never see it in my life, will I? She's a senior. A fourth-year, no less.
And not even a day later, that same woman had her hand on my dick.
This fucking bitch. This slut. She looked one way and acted another—she was a horny one.
I liked that about her even more.
A month into college and I was already on my second pussy. Lucky bastard, me.
Without either of us having to say a word, we started stripping each other.
I undid the buttons of Yeong-ji's shirt and took off the bra underneath, and there were her breasts, rising in a soft swell.
About a B cup, and thinking back now, the areolas were very small.
I was dying to see the state of that wet pussy, so even if I'd suck her tits later, the pussy came first.
When I undid the button of her pants, this fucking bitch set her hands on either side of her hips and lifted her ass for me, natural as anything.
So they'd come off easier.
Ha... a skilled little slut. She was going to taste good.
Her panties were seamless, and the fabric was incredibly soft.
These days seamless panties are everywhere, but back then they were a rare drop.
Ivory, no pattern at all, absurdly soft—and the crotch was wet across an area about half the size of my palm.
Well, it would take that much for her juices to soak clean through the pants...
I couldn't even begin to gauge how ravenous Yeong-ji's sex drive was.
That was the first time I understood a woman could be like this.
A pervert, sure, but my younger self was also goddamn innocent.
Touching a pussy through panties is something I still love far too much.
Because it's so, so, so soft.
Not the hair—I like touching the side where the outer lips are, through the panties.
Spread her legs and stroke lightly between the outer lips through the fabric, and you can feel the pussy parting.
Then the feeling of rubbing the clit as it pushes up through those outer lips is unreal.
After that, tug the panties down onto her thighs and suck gently on the clit, and you can watch it swell a little, the way a cock gets hard.
Of course I didn't know any of this when I was with Yeong-ji, but anyway, back then, touching her wet pussy through her panties, I felt a softness that didn't seem to belong to this world.
And then, at last, I took the panties off.
My second real pussy.
In my head I compared it to Baek-hee's.
Next to Baek-hee's lopsided inner lips, Yeong-ji's were almost perfectly symmetrical.
More than that, she barely had inner lips at all—the pussy was beautiful.
A modest amount of hair, and juices running like a waterfall...
I was so fixated on her wetness I didn't even notice my own precum.
Fuck, my precum was giving Yeong-ji's juices a run for their money.
Mine had soaked through the sweatpants too.
Anyway, once I'd stripped her of everything, I tore off the rest of my own clothes in a rush.
At last, Senior Yeong-ji—senior up in the heavens—was lying under me.
And I was braced on my hands to either side of her face, looking down at her.
Like a carnivore about to eat a deer, I scanned her from top to bottom.
"Tss—"
Ha... fuck. The spit pooling in my mouth nearly dripped onto her, and I barely swallowed it down.
That would've been humiliating.
When I got my head together again, her expression was anything but ordinary.
Right.
I wasn't some carnivore devouring a deer. She was just a bitch in heat.
Still, this time the senior was pretty, so I started with a kiss.
We smacked lips, and before I knew it our tongues were tangled, and my eyes drifted naturally down to her chest.
Bracing my weight on my right hand and both legs, I kneaded one of Yeong-ji's tits with my left and sucked the hell out of the other with my tongue.
Every so often it also felt good to just bury my face in a tit and rub.
The softness against my face was beyond words.
Suck, then bury. Suck, then bury.
Worked up, I gave Yeong-ji's nipple a light bite, and for some reason this slutty bitch let an even louder moan slip out right then.
Perverted bitch. Fucking bitch.
I couldn't hold out any longer.
I wedged my knee between Yeong-ji's closed legs, and at last my lower body settled fully between her thighs.
I could have driven straight into that soaking pussy in one go, but I wanted to savor a pretty girl like her for a long time, so I wanted it to feel like I was taking my time with her.
So at first I only slipped the head in and out, just a little, over and over.
Every time, a moan leaked out of her.
Ha... these fucking bitches. It was a boarding house, so I had to cover her mouth, and I was sorry about that. You sluts.
But you know what?
Cover a woman's mouth to stop the moans from leaking, and it turns you on even more.
She gets more out of breath and pants harder, and watching that gets me even more worked up.
Anyway, my head teased at her entrance for a few strokes, and then at some point I grabbed both her shoulders and pushed my cock all the way in.
A single broken moan from her.
Ah... warm. Soft.
I buried my cock deep in her pussy and waited a moment.
I waited because a few thrusts and I was going to come, though to her it might have felt like technique.
Push in deep, then wait because you're about to finish.
And then, still about to finish, move slowly back and forth while going after her tits.
From my side, all of it was just me trying not to come.
Was that about when I started thinking maybe it was all right to come now?
She must have wanted me to fuck her faster too, because from underneath she wrapped her arms around my waist and, every time my cock slid into her pussy, pulled me in.
And the tempo of that pulling got faster and faster.
She wants me to pound her...
This bitch. This sly bitch. Prim on the outside, a slut underneath.
Thinking every filthy thought I had, I fucked her hard.
Her eyes were closed, like she was somewhere else entirely, and I watched her like that.
The woman I was fucking right now was my senior.
Not just any senior—a pretty senior.
And not many people would know she was this kind of girl, would they?
This fucking lewd bitch. She tastes so goddamn good.