Out with the Old, In with the Young
Out goes the old pussy. In comes a young one.
I dropped onto my stomach and got serious about eating Yeong-ji out, set on melting her down to nothing. The second my cock brushed the blanket it throbbed, and I felt the precum welling up.
Ah—this fucking thing. I was ready to burst, but I still had to hold it. This bitch had to finish first.
So I stuck to the plan, licking mostly around her pussy and only now and then flicking her clit. My left hand stroked the soft inside of her thigh while my right kneaded a tit, then toyed with the nipple, then went back to kneading, over and over.
When you tease a nipple, it helps to wet your fingers with spit. It works like lube and feels much smoother. But this goddamn bitch was overflowing, so I dipped my fingertips in her pussy juice and brought it up to her nipple instead. Compared with spit, there was no contest. It was a better lubricant by miles.
She'd gotten used to sex in the boarding-house room by then, and most days she kept her moans on mute. Today, under how hard I was working her over, the sounds kept slipping out. Any other time I would have clapped a palm over her mouth. Today, without even thinking, I pushed the index finger that had been rubbing her nipple straight between her lips.
She sucked it like she meant to swallow it.
Ha—fuck, that was good. Too good. How could getting your finger sucked feel like this? It was the first time anyone had ever done it to me, and right then I was sure of it: when it comes to sex, a perverted bitch is the best there is.
I stopped licking around her pussy and looked up at her working on my finger. Eyes shut, both cheeks hollowed in, and even lying down she was bobbing her head back and forth as she sucked. It looked exactly like she was sucking a cock. Born for it, this one. As a slut, she left nothing to be desired.
That sight finally broke me, and I went at her clit like I was starving. The moment I did, she lost her head—mouth falling open, neck arching back—and then one hand grabbed my shoulder while the other seized a fistful of my hair.
By way of thanks, I shoved my fingers into the bitch's mouth. Not just the index anymore. All four of them.
My fingers, packed tight into my senior's mouth. It turned me on past reason. I stirred them around in there and just felt it. Soft. Wet. The inside of her mouth was almost the same as her pussy. So that's why they call the mouth a second cunt.
I was so worked up I wanted to drive straight into her, but I still couldn't stand to pull my fingers out. Instead I slid my tongue in and out of her pussy hole, trading off with her clit and sucking them in turns. I wanted that tongue deep, but mine runs shorter than average, and the lack of it stung. I kept pushing anyway, chasing the slickness and the salt on the tip of my tongue, and at some point I realized there was more of her pussy juice in my mouth than spit.
Slippery. My tongue, my lips, everything around my mouth—smeared and sliding in her wetness. I clamped my lips shut, lost to it, and ground my whole face into that slick pussy. I shook my head side to side like a madman, rubbing myself all over her. The softness of it reached my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Her waist bowed up like a drawn bow, thrashing. Fucking bitch.
I couldn't take another second. I pushed myself upright. Precum strung out from my cock, stretched, and dropped. Just like that I mashed my face against hers and licked her with my tongue.
Smell it. Smell your own pussy on you.
Even as I did it, both hands were spreading her legs, and I set the head of my cock lightly against her hole. Then another kiss. Below the waist, that head dipped in and out of her opening, just barely, again and again. My cock-slick met her pussy juice, and everything down there turned insanely slippery.
It was time to fuck. Neither of us could stand any more of this.
I straightened my hips, gripped both of her shoulders, and drove my cock in all the way in one shove. I'd already been playing at the entrance, sliding just the head in and out, so her cunt took the shaft like it was sucking it down.
Ha. The first stroke is always the best. That heat. That softness. Once you're buried to the root, the real pleasure is in holding still for a second or two and just feeling it. The way this bitch's pussy rippled around me. The face she made when I shoved the whole thing in at once, like the breath had been knocked clean out of her. You take a moment to admire that, and only then do you start to move. That's how you do it right.
Maybe holding still was the mistake.
In that pause it came back to me that today was the last time with this fucking bitch. The thought that she and Hae-chan had already been sucking and fucking each other sent the rage surging up, and I pounded her harder than I had on any day before. I forced her legs wide and fucked her with one hand on her clit and the other mauling a tit, and the anger got into my grip until I couldn't control it.
"Ah! That hurts! I said my chest hurts!"
She couldn't raise her voice in a boarding-house room, so it came out small, but the tone was sharp. I didn't care. I squeezed harder and kept driving into her.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing!"
Smack.
"Stay still. You fucking bitch."
I cracked Yeong-ji across the face and cursed her, and I never once stopped thrusting. It was the first time I'd ever hit someone during sex, and the first time I'd ever cursed someone during it too. Part of it was rage at the thought of breaking up with this goddamn bitch. Part of it was that I'd always half wanted to try it, in those moments when I got too turned on. Today I actually did it.
But perverts come in more than one flavor. There are perverts who like showing themselves outdoors. Perverts who like doing it with several people at once. Perverts who like taking it in the ass. Perverts who like cursing and hitting—and perverts who like being the one who gets hit.
Yeong-ji, at least, was not the kind who enjoyed being cursed at and struck. Her face had already gone blank.
By then I was so far gone the words never reached me. No—I heard them. I just didn't want to pull out, so I ignored her and kept fucking. Her face went furious and she tried to shove me off. I still had to finish, so I crushed my chest flat against her tits and locked my arms around her with everything I had. Whether the slut fought me or not, I'd already lost my mind, and I kept pounding her. Her resistance only wound me tighter. A short groan tore out of me, and I pulsed and spilled inside her, spurt after spurt.
Right about when I was emptied out and the strength left my hands, she planted both palms on me and shoved, then kicked me with her foot. I didn't care. If anything, in the instant she kicked me I was looking at the pussy between her spread thighs. As my cock slipped free, semen came dribbling out of her.
A real fight was impossible in that boarding-house room. She rolled up some tissue, wiped herself, dressed without a word, and walked out.
The moment Yeong-ji was gone I sprawled out flat on my back, arms and legs thrown wide, more comfortable than I'd been all night. My cock was softening, tipping over to one side, and from the slit a sorry little trickle of semen leaked out—the poor bastards who'd never even gotten a look at her hole.
Should've come out sooner, you little shits. People and cum are the same. Only the ones who hustle get to see the good stuff.
Then it hit me, out of nowhere, that things had gone a little sideways. My whole resolve had been to burn through one last blissful fuck and then, once she was satisfied, tell her we were done. This was a long way from that. But so what, either way? It wasn't as if I was going to be tangled up with that girl for the next hundred years.
Yeong-ji had left in a foul mood, and I wasn't going to apologize. Then we'd break up. I hadn't managed to end it today, but it was the same as ended. Fucking bitch.
A pager came in from my senior.
Meet me. Coffee shop in my neighborhood.
This fucking bitch. Any other day she was perfectly happy to drive over and pick me up.
Carless college freshman that I was, I hauled myself onto a city bus and got off at the meeting place. Yeong-ji was already there, sucking down a bottled beer. Back then they weren't cafés. They were coffee shops. They sold beer by the bottle, and you could even smoke inside.
Anyway, she asked me why I'd done it. To the very end I never said it was because she'd been cheating on me with Hae-chan. I was a man. (A fucking idiot.)
That was how we broke up, and I had exactly one regret. Was it the cursing Yeong-ji had hated? The slap across the face? Or had it been both? I wanted the feedback. All I could do was feel sorry that I was never going to get it.
It was early winter that day, and bitterly cold. The bus on the way back was bleak and gray, and I decided my life of getting pussy had hit a crisis. I'd spent my blood-hot teens like some cock-god, and here I finally was, a liberated twenty-year-old—and now that my dick had nowhere left to go, who the hell was I supposed to fuck?
But the way winter leaves and spring comes, I somehow jerked my way through that cold winter and met the spring on the other side. Around then I moved out of the boarding-house room and started sharing a place with a friend. I had to enlist once the first semester was over. Studios you could lease for only half a year were scarce, so living with a friend was the only option I had. And the freshmen came in.
The greatest love of my life. The girl I spent so long doing so very much with. Mi-jeong.
Firm thighs. A plump, high ass. A waist that cinched in tight. Breasts that were large and beautiful. And a face that was pure sex.
If I could sleep with exactly one person out of everyone who's already gone, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd pick Mi-jeong. I loved her that much. You fucking bitch.