The Wedding Night (2)
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, that thing you taught me last time. Touching here and there..."
Winnie clutched her own breasts and shoved her hand between her legs, as if masturbating. She seemed to be trying hard, but the way she was stimulating herself looked more painful than pleasurable. It was a clumsy, desperate attempt.
"...I tried my best to follow what you showed me, but I guess I didn't have enough time to practice. It didn't really work out."
"...Just keep practicing on your own."
"Don't be like that."
Winnie grabbed my arm and pulled my hand down toward her crotch.
"Teach me just one more time..."
I didn't want to. The words Why should I? didn't come out easily, though. Perhaps it was because she looked so fragile. If I pushed her away now, I felt like she might just sink into a depression and end her own life. It was a ridiculous thought for a man who had slaughtered enemies on the battlefield, but I hated the feeling of someone dying because of me. That was the only reason I was indulging this childish whim.
"...This is the last time."
"Hurry..."
Winnie, completely drunk, seemed like a different woman entirely. Unlike her usual self, there was no sluggishness in her speech. She was more expressive and honest with her emotions. The annoying, gloomy aura that usually clung to her was nowhere to be found.
I slid my hand into her pants, which were still clinging to her legs as if they hadn't dried properly.
"Mmm... it's so big..."
My fingers stroked her slit. I traced the line of her labia, sweeping upward. As expected, Winnie’s sex was soft and smooth. She wasn't wet at all; if I had tried to enter her like this, it would have been nothing but pain. I slowly began to rub her clitoris, as if caressing it.
"Ugh, nng..."
I pressed my thumb down, rubbing it like I was pushing a button. As if I had triggered a switch for pleasure, I applied pressure to her clitoris, stimulating it. Her thighs, pulled tight, pressed against my hand. They weren't as voluptuous as Vera's, but they were straight, beautiful legs that formed a lovely silhouette.
"Ah, ugh!"
She hadn't even been touched much, yet her body shuddered, and she let out a light climax.
"Th-this is it..."
She seemed to be feeling it intensely, as if she hadn't been satisfied by touching herself alone.
"You seem satisfied now, so I'll be going."
"...I'm not satisfied yet."
I had seen her climax, yet she was trying to insist on more? I looked at her, and she met my eyes, speaking with confidence.
"You clearly promised to put your finger in. Are you going to finish without even doing that?"
"Ha..."
It wasn't exactly a wrong statement. This was, after all, just me granting a favor. I was comforting a woman who was sad because she hadn't just been rejected, but had her very sexual identity denied. I had Vera, after all.
"I'm taking them off."
"Ah, no..."
"It's uncomfortable to put my finger in otherwise."
"...Okay..."
Her pants were too tight; it was too uncomfortable for my hand to move inside. Just as I went to pull them down, she helped me by lifting her hips, as if she had finally let go of her inhibitions. As I peeled the pants down, her white, smooth thighs were revealed. Her skin, pale perhaps from the cold, seemed to glow with a translucent light.
"Don't just stare at them, hurry..."
The panties she was wearing were different from the innocent ones she’d had on before; they looked like underwear she had chosen in an attempt to look erotic. With ribbons tied as if hanging from her pelvis and little adult decorations here and there, the lingering innocence and youthfulness actually made her look even more attractive.
I grabbed both ends of her panties with my hands and slowly pulled them down. Perhaps embarrassed to have even this removed, Winnie covered her face with her arms. My gaze followed the line of the panties as they slid down, scanning her lower body. From her navel to her hips, the bone slightly protruding as if to emphasize the shape. The valley leading down to her sex, and the mound of the goddess nestled between them. On that beautiful hill, a few strands of dark navy hair, the same color as Winnie's, sprouted sparsely.
I steadied my mind and looked below that. Her sex was tightly shut. Seeing this after looking at Vera’s, it looked truly youthful. She crossed her legs as if to hide the red flesh that was barely visible, but thanks to her wide pelvis and slender thighs, she couldn't hide it completely.
Perhaps because her previous climax had been a dry one, her sex was soft and had almost no moisture. I couldn't use my own saliva, so I dipped my hand into the wine glass to wet my fingers. When my wine-soaked fingers touched her, Winnie jumped in surprise.
"It's, it's cold, but it stings!"
"Stay still."
"Ugh..."
Even so, because her insides had loosened from the climax, once I had something to act as lubricant, my fingers slid in more easily than I expected. Just like when I visited last time, her inner flesh welcomed my finger intensely, clinging to it.
"Hnnng! It's thick..."
I looked at Winnie's hand. Not just her fingers, but her hands themselves were as small as a child's. My thumb alone felt as thick as two of her fingers combined. No wonder she didn't feel anything.
I slowly moved my finger in and out, stabbing mercilessly at the top, bottom, and sides of her sex, causing Winnie’s body to arch violently. I felt like a puppeteer controlling a doll with strings attached to my fingers. Since I was controlling her with my finger inside her, should I call myself a 'cunt-puppeteer'?
While I was touching her like that, a thought occurred to me, and I asked her.
"Is it okay for a man to be touching you like this?"
"A, a man, what about it."
She turned her head away, embarrassed to hear it spoken so bluntly.
"...I hate men. Even now, it's not you I like, it's just your finger... Ahhh!"
Since she was being cheeky, I thrust even harder. I felt something catch on my finger; she had never been with a man, so her hymen was still intact.
"Th-this is different..."
"This is the technique of the man you hate so much."
Slap, slap, slap— I attacked her sex, which had finally started to release moisture, aggressively with my hand. Her sex, under attack, shed not blood, but arousal fluid. As if her climax was approaching, Winnie’s waist couldn't stay on the bed and kept bucking. I didn't give her a moment's rest, stabbing her floating waist repeatedly, until she arched her back and shuddered, climaxing once more.
Considering how grandly she had climaxed, the fact that not much fluid came out suggested she was naturally a dry type.
Thump— If the floor had been hard, she might have hurt her back. Winnie collapsed onto the bed. She was gasping for air, staring at me. Was her face red from the heat, or the candlelight? I tried to pull my finger out, feeling that if I stayed any longer, I would have to sleep here.
"Don't go..."
Winnie’s sex bit down on my finger. It felt like I had plunged my finger into a warm, firm pudding.
"It's late, I have to go."
"How can you go when you're so hard..."
My cock was incredibly erect. Since it was naturally on the large side, I couldn't hide the erection, so it was impossible to argue with her. Then again, what does a man have to hide? Being confident is enough.
"This is a physiological phenomenon. It's just that I was thinking of Vera; it has nothing to do with you."
"Then why did you take my panties?"
"..."
Heh— Winnie smiled mischievously. It felt truly wicked. The reason why a different emotion came before disgust, even though I thought of her as a little devil, was it simply because she possessed the form of a beautiful woman?
"The fact that you thought of your lover in the first place means that looking at me made you think of sexual things, right?"
She brought to the surface the fact that I felt sexual attraction toward her—a fact I had tried to deny in a corner of my heart.
"I'll turn a blind eye to you taking my panties. So,"
Her sex relaxed, and my finger slipped out. The virginal slit from just moments ago was nowhere to be found, and only an obscene hole, perfectly shaped to swallow a man, was pulsing.
"Make me a normal woman. Make me not hate men."
"...Do I really have to take everything off like this?"
"Do you have a complaint?"
"A, no."
Winnie, who had even taken off the clothes that covered her upper body, sat on the bed with her knees pulled together. She was hunched over, perhaps embarrassed, but she didn't seem to realize that her sex was clearly visible in that position.
Acknowledging my lust and looking at Winnie’s naked body, I felt a different kind of charm than I did with Vera. Her physique looked firm rather than fleshy. Yet, she wasn't too thin, and she maintained the softness of the female form. Her breasts weren't large, but her waist was slender, and her hips, which were voluptuous in place of her breasts, were attractive. It was as if her femininity was concentrated in one area. Unlike Vera, whose entire plump body formed a single curve, Winnie was composed of a curvaceous lower body and a petite upper body.
"Hehe, so I end up like this with a man, too..."
"That is the providence ordained by God. Women are meant to be joined with men, and men with women."
"...Was my feeling just like the rebelliousness of an adolescent girl?"
I didn't answer and silently took off my clothes. Winnie was watching my body with interest.
"Why are you watching so intently when you don't even like it?"
"I'm trying to feel the emotions of a normal woman as much as I can. And..."
She said in a small voice from behind me.
"I hate men to death, but you're not quite that bad..."
"Don't say useless things."
"Sorry. Was I being too emotional?"
As I finished undressing and approached the bed, Winnie asked me.
"You're going to kiss Monica, right?"
"...I suppose I will, won't I?"
"Then kiss me, too."
Winnie’s eyes as she said that looked incredibly complex.