The Scent I Refused to Wash Away
I was still lost in the memory of how Hye-rim's pussy had smelled when I pressed both hands down on Yeong-ji's legs, spread as wide as they would go. Her cunt lay even more naked to the eye, and even the faint crease of her belly looked somehow coy. Spread thighs, a ripe pussy, tits standing stiff, and that flushed face—all of it in one glance—and I couldn't hold back another second.
I drove my cock harder into the hole of her cunt, and the moment it throbbed and started pumping out semen I folded my body over hers and locked her tight against me. I dumped a heavy load into her pussy and pulled out, and the stragglers that hadn't made it in time ran down in thick strings.
I was just getting up to wipe myself with a tissue when Yeong-ji caught my hand, dropped to her knees, and—of all things—set about licking up the come that had spilled, carefully, devotedly. She swept her tongue up the shaft of my dick, lapping the semen, and watched me from the corner of her eye.
This fucking bitch. So goddamn sexy.
She licked from the base of the shaft upward until she seemed satisfied she'd sucked it clean, then teased the head with a tickling tongue. Then she went back to licking the shaft. It was bliss, and it still wasn't enough. I caught her face and shoved my cock into her mouth. The feeling of forcing it in, and the slightly startled look on that perverted bitch's face, got me going. I locked her head in place and fucked her mouth. She must have been worked up too—even with my cock stuffed in her mouth, both hands were gripping my ass.
Ha. This whore. How many dicks had she taken before she learned a trick like that? But what did it matter this way, what did it matter that way? Tangle together, fuck and get fucked, and that was the end of it. She was pretty, but she didn't feel like someone I'd ever love, so none of it meant a thing to me. If anything, it was better. I could pound her as rough as I wanted.
I didn't know it then, but petite, compact girls often winced when my cock hit them, like I was knocking against the cervix—the womb?—and yet this one never seemed to hurt no matter how hard I drove in. Figures. Among sluts, a lot of them have a steel pussy. Being able to fuck without holding back was a pleasure in itself.
I was ramming into her mouth when I got so excited I must have gone deeper than I meant to, because Yeong-ji suddenly started gagging and hacking. Excited as I was, I pulled out, grabbed her ponytail, yanked her down onto the floor, and shoved her legs apart. Whether my dick had caught at the back of her throat or not, she was still coughing like she'd lost her mind, and I didn't care. I looked at the pussy between those spread legs and drove straight in. Yeong-ji's face had gone red and she was still coughing, and I forced my cock into her anyway, seized her waist, and started to thrust.
Ha. This was getting me off. She was in pain, and still the lower half of her kept twitching, and my excitement wouldn't come down. I was so far gone that right around the time her coughing stopped, I came. It was the second time, and I finished even faster than the first. That was when I first understood that I got aroused by the other person's pain, too.
I rested a moment with my cock still buried in Yeong-ji's pussy. She gave my arm a light push and spoke.
The face she made saying it wasn't a bad one. Instead of answering, I latched onto Yeong-ji's right tit, sucked it hard enough to pull a vacuum, and left a dark little mark.
Those days, really—there weren't even wet wipes. And if there had been, they wouldn't have been anything common. It was a boarding house, so the two of us couldn't exactly go wash up side by side. We made do, wiping ourselves roughly with tissues, pulling our clothes back on in a hurry, and slipping out of the boarding house in secret. I had the uneasy feeling that I reeked of spit.
Since we'd landed on the subject of smells, I might as well unpack a few of the perversions I'd been saving to tell little by little. There was the night Hye-rim—my first love, in a manner of speaking—stayed over at our house for the first time. I say "in a manner of speaking" because I have my doubts I ever really knew what love was. Further explanation omitted.
I handed her a pair of shorts with a perfectly clear objective in mind.
"Hye-rim~ It's nicer to be comfortable at home, right? Change into these."
(Put those fucking jeans away and change, so I can scan those soft bare legs and cop a feel if I get the chance, you bitch.)
We had only just come of age and hadn't started college yet, and the furthest our "progress" had ever gone was a kiss. But we were adults now, and a chance to stay out together had finally come. It was my house, yes, but my parents weren't coming home that night. A golden opportunity. Once we each entered our universities, eating this girl's pussy would be a ship that had sailed. I was in heat even worse than before.
Hye-rim's legs, once she'd changed into the shorts I'd given her, were every bit as stunning as I'd hoped. At school she'd been the marching band's drum major—the one out front, leading with something like a baton. That's a drum major. Tall, slender, and cleanly built. I changed too, into comfortable sweats I could pull my cock out of at a moment's notice, and the two of us climbed up onto my bed. On the surface, we were there to read comics. So for a while we each looked at a book. Of course none of it went in. Every nerve I had was on Hye-rim, and my cock, pressed to the mattress as I lay on my stomach, had gone heavy for no good reason—that loaded, weighty state where the slightest touch would have me fully hard. Nearly thirty minutes must have passed like that. God, the innocent, fucking stupid youth of it. Wasting a whole half hour.
I shifted my stiff body, resettled myself, and laid an arm across her back. In that instant Hye-rim shifted too, and before long we were devouring each other's mouths. Ha. Of course. My cock went fully hard in a second, and the briefs that had already been damp soaked through even faster. This little bastard of a pre-cum, working like a maniac to get ready even when it was anybody's guess whether I'd actually get my first time. Dickhead.
Until then, even our kisses had been furtive things in some quiet spot outdoors, both of us watching for eyes. Tonight it was my bed. I kneaded her back and her ass as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and my erect cock rested against her lower belly. She had to have felt it. I kissed her while grinding my cock against her harder and harder, until at last I started touching her pussy over the shorts. She seized my hand and held it tight. Well, sure. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. It would've been strange if she'd just opened right up.
"It's okay, Hye-rim. You trust me, right? I won't today."
I worked to reassure her, and at that single line the hand gripping mine slowly let go. But I was a fetishist for keeping promises, and since I'd promised, I made the colossal mistake of deciding I mustn't actually fuck her. Ha. Everyone knows the rule is to eat while the food is in front of you.
For hours I touched her pussy over the shorts, then slipped a hand inside the pants and ground against her over her panties. In the end I did get to feel that soft pussy, but I never saw the real thing, and I never put it in. That's why it was Baek-hee, not Hye-rim, who became the first actual pussy I ever laid eyes on. Fuck.
Anyway, that night was at least the first time a woman's hand ever touched my cock. So why call it a perversion? After Hye-rim left, the shorts she'd been wearing were soaked with her pussy. Naturally, I didn't wash them. I kept them. Once they dried, that patch had gone white, and when I smelled it there was something like a saltiness. I was unbearably turned on. So this was the smell of her pussy. I loved it. It was addictive. Hye-rim wouldn't have known—that countless times a day I was breathing that smell in and savoring it. Only when I had to leave town for my college entrance ceremony did those shorts finally go into the washing machine. And in my wallet, still, are the pussy hairs I secretly plucked and gathered that night.
A memoir has to go in chronological order, or even I get lost. The heat on this next one is milder, but since it came up I ought to unpack it too. If the timeline keeps knotting, my memory knots with it.
Back then I lived in a detached house, and it had a Family House Rooftop. On summer nights I often went up there to cool off, until the day I happened to see, from the Family House Rooftop, the naked body of the newlywed woman in the house to our right. After that, the reason I climbed up changed. The room had a very large window, thrown wide open because it was summer, and a wall about a person's height stood in the way, so she must have figured no one could see. But I was on the Family House Rooftop, and I saw all of it.
Maybe because they were newlyweds, that woman's body was genuinely beautiful. A literal S-curve, pretty breasts, no belly to speak of. Only the pussy hair was thick. In those days even a bikini photo was enough to make me beat off furiously, and her naked body hit that much harder. All through the summer nights that year I kept slipping up to the Family House Rooftop and back down again. The result: I saw the woman in the house to the left stark naked from behind—never the tits or the pussy hair, which I regretted like hell—and through the bathroom window of the house on the diagonal, I saw that woman's breasts. That one was a sheer cliff. Anyway, that season I seem to have seen, at least once each, the naked bodies of the women in the houses surrounding ours. Those bitches. My jerk-off material.
I've wandered too far. To come back to Yeong-ji: we left the boarding house and headed for a parking lot nearby. Her family was pretty well-off, so she already had a car by then. She must have been sorry to leave right away, because she told me to get in for five minutes of talk. That bitch, of course. The moment I got in the car she grabbed my cock through my pants and shook it.
"Today was so good~."
A woman who knew how to say what she felt. With her, the conversation of bodies was a perfect fit. A sexy one. But it wouldn't be long before I saw this bitch do something truly shocking.