The Wife Who Ran Away, and the Woman She Became — 02
The air in the room went tight. Yeonju came around and sat down on Minyong's right, and he caught her by the waist and dragged her in until there was no space left between them. Suyeon looked a little jealous, but Minyong didn't give her so much as a glance. Every bit of his attention was on Yeonju.
"Come here, baby."
"Mm~"
He called her baby and turned her face to his. His hand fisted in her hair, and the two of them sank into a deep, hungry kiss.
A wet, sucking sound filled the space between them. Their mouths opened and their tongues met, sliding into each other. In seconds their lips were glistening with spit, and I could hear the sticky pull of Minyong sucking on Yeonju's tongue like he meant to swallow it.
With his other hand he grabbed Suyeon by the hair and shoved her roughly down toward his crotch. The same guy being so gentle with Yeonju handled Suyeon like she was nothing. She didn't resist. She unzipped him herself and drew him out with both hands.
"Whoa—"
"Holy shit—"
The girls weren't the only ones who gasped. The guys did too. Minyong was big — big enough that even with both of Suyeon's hands wrapped around him, the head still jutted free. She slipped it between her lips and in an instant it disappeared into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks around him, then stuck out her tongue and licked slow circles around the head, then pressed her lips just to the slit and sucked it like a popsicle, making those wet little popping sounds.
It was the kind of thing we'd only ever seen in porn, and none of us could look away. I'd thought it was just the guys. It wasn't. The girls were just as transfixed. One of them was rubbing her own chest.
But I couldn't take my eyes off Minyong and Yeonju. Their tongues were tangled together, and a thin thread of spit ran down from the corner of her mouth. It was filthy. And it was driving me insane.
That was when Ji-eun, my partner, pulled my arm into the valley of her chest.
It was soft. My elbow sank between her breasts, and she looked up at me with a look I couldn't quite name. I'd never been hit with a penalty the whole time we'd been playing. Neither had she.
Wet sounds were coming from everywhere now. Between Minyong, Yeonju, and Suyeon, the living room had gone thick and charged in a matter of seconds. The kids who'd taken penalties earlier had been dirty too, but it had felt like a joke — a fun, filthy game. This was different. It felt like a real porno had started playing out right in front of us.
The couples who'd come together already were locking into deep, messy kisses. The ones who'd been paired up on the spot were touching each other more carefully, feeling their way.
Before I knew it the room had turned into a scene from an AV — more than twenty of us, guys and girls, sliding into something nobody was going to stop.
Ji-eun pressed closer. Other than Yeonju, I'd never been this close to a girl my own age. My heart was hammering. But it wasn't because of Ji-eun climbing into my lap. It was because of Yeonju, just a few meters away, her eyes shut tight, kissing Minyong like the rest of the world had disappeared.
The hand that had been in her hair slid down, wrapped all the way around her waist, and crushed her against him. Then it slipped under her sweater, rubbing her lower belly before climbing slowly upward.
Her D-cup breasts swelled even larger under the fabric. I could see his hand moving underneath, kneading them. Yeonju didn't push him away. She rolled her hips like she was feeling every second of it.
I couldn't take it. The sight of her conquered in his arms made my blood boil. I grabbed Ji-eun by the waist — she'd climbed onto my lap — and yanked her hard against me. She was small and cute the way Yeonju was small and cute, but her chest was nothing like Yeonju's.
"Nngh~~~~"
A sound slipped out of her. But no matter how hard I held her, no matter how I rubbed against her, I couldn't find that soft, overflowing feeling I'd always gotten from Yeonju. All I could do was watch those full breasts crushed like balloons in Minyong's hands.
And then, a few minutes later, the moans started — girls' voices, rising from every corner of the house.
"Aahng~ ahng~ ahng~ aaaahng~~~~"
"Hnnngh~ *suck* *suck* hah~ hah~ hah~"
A wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin cut through the room.
One of the more experienced couples had started having sex. Every head turned. The guy had his pants shoved down past his ass and was on top of the girl, pounding into her. Her short skirt was rucked up around her waist. Her panties hung off one ankle.
Real sex. Right in front of us.
The shock of it hit harder than anything we'd ever seen on a screen. Something in our heads just switched off. All that was left was raw, animal want. We watched like time had stopped — watched him slide out of her, slick and shining, and it felt like we were being hypnotized.
That was when Minyong stood up. He had Yeonju under one arm and Suyeon under the other, and he walked them both into his room and shut the door.
A few minutes later, a sharp cry cut through the wall.
It was Yeonju's voice.
The sound of her moaning made me so hard I thought I'd tear through my pants. I scooped Ji-eun up and carried her into the room next to his. The second we were inside I shoved her against the wall and kissed her like I was trying to devour her.
In every fantasy I'd ever had, my first kiss was with Yeonju — slow, romantic, the two of us touching each other like we had all the time in the world. Reality was colder than that. Yeonju was in the next room, her body already belonging to someone else, and I was slamming a girl I barely knew against a wall.
"Aahng~~ huaah~ ah~ ah~ that hurts! Gentle~ ah! Ah!"
Yeonju's voice came through the wall — pain and pleasure tangled together, so clear it felt like she was in the room with us. Something ugly boiled up in me, and I took it out on Ji-eun, sucking her tongue so hard she made a wounded sound.
"Hnnngh!!!"
She slapped my shoulder. It hurt, she was trying to tell me. I shoved my hand up her skirt, yanked her panties off in one pull, and shoved my own pants and underwear down with them. Then I hooked my arms under her thighs the way they did in porn and lifted her clean off the floor. She was small and light. It was easy.
Her arms locked around my neck. I was too far gone to aim. I just shoved myself up between her legs.
A dry, rustling drag — my hips started moving on their own, and the head of my cock dragged through the coarse little patch of hair between her thighs.
Then it slid in.
"Nngh-aah!"
I'd just been rubbing against her, and then suddenly I slipped into something and sank. Her sharp cry startled me and I froze. A slick, warm pressure closed around me. I wasn't even moving, but the soft flesh gripping me squeezed and rippled like it was trying to pull me deeper.
"Hnnnkh……"
Ji-eun bit her lip, her face twisted in pain. I could feel her stomach go tight. She was clenching down without meaning to, trying to push me out. But all that resistance did was make her squeeze around me, and the feeling was so good I thought I might come just from standing there.
On the other side of the wall, Yeonju's moans never stopped. They were getting louder. My hips started moving again.
In. Out. Slow. Deeper.
The more I moved, the wetter she got, the easier I slid, and the tighter she wrapped around me. A filthy, sticky sound every time our thighs met. Her juices were running down, making a wet noise with every thrust.
"Haaaaang~~~~~"
Yeonju. Louder than before — the exact sound I'd heard in porn when a woman came.
"Ah, fuck!"
The word tore out of me. The thought of her coming in the next room sent a rush of heat through me, and right behind it, a spike of jealousy so sharp it hurt.
I started slamming into Ji-eun as hard and fast as I could. The room filled with her ragged moans, but the only voice I could hear was Yeonju's.
The girl I'd always pictured for my first time was Yeonju.
In my head it always started with a soft kiss. I'd touch her breasts, work my way down, stroke the hair between her legs and open her with my tongue until she made those cute little sounds. I'd spread her open and lick along the split of her until she was desperate, until she came on my mouth — and then I'd climb over her, look her in the eyes, and when she smiled at me I'd push inside and fuck her slow.
That was the first time I'd imagined.
Reality, once again, was merciless. I was pounding a skinny girl's cunt with nothing resembling tenderness. I didn't care if Ji-eun was in pain. I was crushing her under me for the feeling in my own cock and nothing else. That was the moment I understood what a piece of shit I was.
That night I used her however I wanted. I made her brace against the wall and stick her ass out and I grabbed those small hips and fucked her from behind like an animal. When she collapsed I picked her up, threw her on the bed, forced her legs as wide as they would go and shoved back into that tight little cunt. When the pain made her try to close her legs I pinned them open so she couldn't.
I lost my mind. I came on her face, her chest, her ass — forced it down her throat. I came so many times I lost count, and when I was finally too exhausted to move, I passed out.
Near dawn, I woke up thirsty and went out for water — and ran straight into Yeonju.