Always-Virgin Onahole
Always-Virgin Onahole
After Han Jiyoung left again because of a cold.
I was lost in thought about the onahole she gave me.
"How can something like this exist in the world?"
What was in front of me looked like an ordinary onahole on the outside.
But what was contained within it was the truth of the universe.
Let's recall yesterday's masturbation.
First, the entrance. The labia majora and labia minora that I'd only seen in porn were faithfully reproduced.
And on top of that, it had the pretty straight-line shape commonly called 'Angdailview'. What does that mean?
It means the entrance is extremely tight.
In fact, when I tried to insert the glans, even though I applied lube, it was so tight that it was not easy to push in.
After barely passing through that narrow vaginal opening, I faced another difficulty.
Just a little further inside the vagina, there was a part that caught abruptly! If I put too much force, it felt like it would tear, but if I didn't go past it, it was too tantalizing.
At this point, I was amazed.
"An onahole that replicates the hymen?"
Is that a common option in onaholes? However, I think there's almost no onahole that realistically reproduces the hymen like this.
Even though I'm holding and using it with my hand, if I push through the onahole's hymen with a thrusting feeling of my waist...
From then on, heaven begins.
From the glans of the erect penis to the entire shaft, the vaginal folds seemed to suck everything in completely. The outstanding elasticity that completely embraced my penis, which I'm proud to say is on the larger side among men. Above all, the tremendously tight pressure!
Is this how a virgin feels experiencing sex for the first time? Ejaculation that used to take hours using my hand and an onahole...
With this onahole, it took only tens of seconds!
"Huh-eok! Huh-eok!"
Without realizing it, I was panting for breath. But wanting to feel this pleasure again, I moved my hand once more.
Pusyuk-pusyuk.
This is insane. My hand is just doing simple back-and-forth motions, but it feels like electricity is flowing through my body.
I barely managed to calm my waist, which was about to lift off several times. Thus, after a somewhat longer time than the first, I ejaculated after 2 minutes.
I immediately went into a third round of masturbation. Now I couldn't stop my waist from lifting. The sensation as if my lower body was directly connected to my brain! The pleasure from the pinkish cylinder in my hand attacks my sensitive penis wildly!
Like this, three rounds of masturbation ended in 5 minutes.
It was incredibly refreshing. Since I had become desensitized and masturbation was so painful, to ejaculate this quickly with just one onahole!
Of course, this probably doesn't fix my problem... wait.
What if I become too accustomed to this pleasure and more problems arise? Later, I might not be able to get off without this onahole.
Ah... no. That doesn't matter. If I can keep feeling this pleasure, I could even take this as my lifelong companion.
Truly a supreme onahole. The materialization of the concept of milking. It can be called a treasure without equal in the world.
Alright. Flashback over.
"I'd like to know where she bought this."
I definitely want to find out. Because onaholes are consumables.
In erotic doujinshi, they talk about an onahole they've used for years, but that's all bullshit.
Of course, with extremely meticulous care it might be possible. But how durable can a chunk of silicone be?
With use, the tight entrance widens, and with repeated back-and-forth motions, it slowly tears and wears out. That can be called the final destination of all onaholes.
"Hmm."
As I was thinking, I got horny again. I'll look up the place of purchase later.
I turned on my smartphone and played some ear-tickling ASMR on YouTube.
I put in my earphones, brought the lube again, and applied it well to the onahole. Then I inserted... again?
"Huh?"
It's tight. Even though I'd already used it once, it was incredibly tight. Feeling the same sensation as yesterday, I inserted the glans.
Tak!
This feeling, no way.
"Even after using it several times... the hymen stays intact?"
No, I mean. I knew that the hymen isn't actually a membrane but an extremely tight part of a woman that hasn't been opened yet.
But even so, after putting this much pressure and breaking through, normal silicone wouldn't give the feeling of the first time, right?
Yet this onahole freakishly remained exactly the same as the first time.
"Uu-ot."
Deolkeong-deolkeong!
An irresistible ecstasy took over my body. I flicked my waist as if thrusting.
Ssuuk!
Second hymen penetration! Jjireureu! Pleasure seems to rise up from my spine!
Fortunately, since I already had experience, I didn't ejaculate right away. I held back, and shook it.
"An onahole that's this much of a masterpiece. Eu-eut. Seriously, this is, insane."
It's the same as yesterday. No. Is it because I've already experienced it?
I could figure out how to move more pleasantly. Just by changing the snap slightly, I could feel new sensations depending on the direction of the vaginal folds.
"Aheu, I really can't hold back."
In the end, I ended up ejaculating five more times.
Jjuuuk. I pulled my penis out.
Having ejaculated five times in a row without pulling out, white fluid was trickling down from the onahole. Seeing semen flowing out of the Angdailview, I felt a sense of moral depravity.
"Eou, what am I thinking about an onahole."
I sprang up and cleaned up. Washing, wiping, even applying baby powder, then drying—that was the end of onahole cleaning.
Since I live alone in a rented room, there's no one to see, so it's really easy.
Since I had unbelievably happy masturbation from the morning, my head felt clear.
"Let's repay her."
No matter how much she proposed it and bought it herself, she's my childhood friend who gave me such a treasure.
I can't just be jerking off at home while she's sick.
I washed the rice. I gently washed it so as not to damage it, then put it in a pot and briefly stir-fried it with sesame oil.
Once the sesame oil aroma is subtly infused, I add much more water than rice and bring it to a boil.
Bogeul-bogeul, when the water boils, I stir gently so the rice doesn't stick to the bottom, and when the consistency starts to come together, the rice is fully cooked.
At this point, I add the beaten egg, nicely mixed in. Since it seems like a mild cold, egg porridge instead of plain white porridge should be fine.
I stir the egg in with a hwi-hwi, and at the end, I add a little tuna extract to enhance the savory flavor. This also seasons it, so it's great.
I transferred it to a Lock & Lock container, and at the last moment, I finely chopped some green onion and sprinkled sesame seeds, and it's complete.
Now, let's go to Han Jiyoung's place. By now, she'll have gone to the hospital and returned home.
Fortunately, it wasn't far from my rented room. Still, there was a difference in level though...
Han Jiyoung's place couldn't be called a rented room.
Because it was an apartment! She's not renting it monthly, she bought it and is living there!
I don't know why a daughter of a silver-spoon family like her came to a shitty university's Korean literature department... but as her childhood friend, I was happy that I didn't have to be separated from her. Because that kid. Whenever a new game console comes out, she buys it right away and lets me play too.
I took the elevator up and went to her house.
The passcode is 122424. Except for the last two digits, it also means Christmas Eve, but it's also her birthday.
It's summer now, so that's still far off. But since it's vacation period now, I hope that time doesn't come soon.
"Hey, Han Jiyoung. You home?"
Silence.
No answer. I glanced at the entrance.
No matter how I look at it, there were shoes scattered around as if she'd gone out and come back and taken them off.
Could she be sleeping?
Then I'd feel sorry waking her up. Should I just leave the porridge and go?
Still, I should let her know the porridge is here.
"Post-it notes were here, right."
I'll write a note and put it on the head of her bed. I went to the place where I already knew they kept post-it notes and wrote, "Eat the porridge. Don't be sick."
And I headed to her bedroom with it. Very stealthily. So as not to wake Han Jiyoung.
I opened the door very carefully. And then.
"Huh?"
"Um."
Han Jiyoung wasn't sleeping. She was standing awkwardly in front of a full-length mirror in her bedroom, holding a large dildo in both hands that I had no idea where she got.
She was in her underwear and was holding it against her stomach. It was a posture as if she was imagining, 'If I put it in, would it go this far?'
Upon seeing such an embarrassing sight of my childhood friend...
"Puhahahahahahahaha! Hey, Han Jiyoung! You weren't sick, you were in heat and having a fever, were you?"
I had to laugh my head off! What is that! I was so worried that I even made porridge, and here she is doing that!
Han Jiyoung immediately threw the large dildo onto the floor.
"Hey, hey! I got you a nice onahole, and you sneak into someone else's house and laugh at me?"
"Aw, aw. Yes, yes. Our Han Jiyoung-ssi wants to put something like that in, does she?"
"Ah! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
Thud! Thud! Han Jiyoung hurriedly ran over to me and punched me with her fists. But as she herself said, her slender frame of only 47 kilograms hitting me doesn't hurt.
Anyway, her breasts are really huge.
Since she's in her underwear, her figure was fully exposed.
Long slender legs and clearly defined abs. Her waist is thin, but her chest looks like she's carrying watermelons.
Objectively speaking, there's hardly a prettier body... but as expected, when dealing with her, I feel nothing.
"Eee! So why did you come!"
"I made porridge because you seemed sick. But I didn't expect you to be engaged in such an energetic activity."
"No! I didn't have the slightest intention of putting that in!"
"What? Then why were you holding it?"
"Th-that's."
Stammering, Han Jiyoung's eyes lit up.
"I was going to hit you with that if a loser like you lost in a game! Why! Wouldn't that feel like shit?"
"No, are you seriously a crazy bitch? Then why were you measuring it against your stomach?"
"I wasn't measuring it, I was checking the length! Why is your mind only going in that direction?"
"Why are you checking the length!"
"The length has to be right for a good grip, you know!"
Is that so? Certainly, when hitting someone, grip is important.
"Uh, okay. Then since I'm here, can we play a game?"
"No."
"Ah, why. You're not embarrassed right now, are you?"
"It's not that."
Han Jiyoung stared intently at my hand.
Specifically, the hand holding the Lock & Lock with the porridge.
"Let's eat the porridge you made and then play."
"Why eat porridge when you're not even sick."
"Because you made it."
Han Jiyoung grabbed my hand.
"So I want to eat it."
"Oh... really? Okay."
"What kind of porridge is it?"
"Your favorite egg porridge."
"Assa! I have soy sauce braised beef at home, I'll eat it with that!"
Han Jiyoung bounced around and ran to the refrigerator. Without even hiding her underwear. Ehyu, this monkey...
Anyway, she insists on eating it just because I made it.
As expected of Han Jiyoung, who values friendship. This is why I've been best friends with her for 20 years.