I'm Curious (8)
“…Fuck. Crazy bitch. Maybe it’s ’cause it’s your first time, but you’re tight as hell.”
Seo Woojin’s voice, with not a speck of his usual kindness left in it, tickled my ear. And he said it with his cock driven in to the root, hard.
Spurt. Spurt…
Through the condom, semen poured out in thick pulses and hammered my cervix like he’d lost his mind. He kept coming as if he meant to cram it in until that space was packed full.
Whisper, whisper.
And that wasn’t even all of it.
I was climaxing by the second, so lost I had no idea what I was supposed to do or what I was supposed to say, and he seized my ass in one hand hard enough that his fingers sank in. Thud. Thwack. He didn’t even bother swapping out the condom, already swollen fat with cum. Just like that, he pounded the deepest part of me until my shoulders shivered and shook.
Was that even okay? Could you use a condom twice, maybe?
…….
…Ah, right there….
The way his glans scraped and pressed… it felt good….
“Nngh… ……. ……Mmph….”
I wanted to tell Woojin how I wanted it. I wanted to say, do it like that. But all I could manage now was to twitch and tremble while pleasure was forced into me, thrust after thrust.
I hugged the pure-white pillow tight, face down, unable to say a word, just repeating climax after climax—and at some point Woojin began to draw his cock out, carefully.
…It stung a little.
In the comics, everyone’s first time hurts like crazy, but it didn’t seem that ba—
“…….”
Plop.
The condom, soaked slick with sticky fluids. The condom, heavy with thick white liquid. He tossed it down where I could see it, like it was nothing.
And then that monstrous cock, reeking of semen and rubber, came up beside my face just as casually.
…So of course I—
“……Mmmp…. Slrp….”
Just like I’d learned at Yojora’s place last time. I rolled onto my side and started cleaning his cock in earnest.
“Bleh…. Haaup….”
I didn’t hear the faint sound of Woojin’s voice at all. The tear tracks I’d cried from how good it felt, the rims of my eyes gone a little red because of them—I didn’t even pull myself together. Carefully, thoroughly, until every trace of semen on his cock was gone.
Lick, lick.
“That’s enough. Stop there.”
“…Nnnngh….”
“I said spit it out.”
“…Bleh, haaup, mmph….”
“…If I come again while you’re cleaning it, you’ll just have to clean it all over. Idiot.”
“Fwaph….”
“…Hah.”
A small sigh, barely brushing past my ear. At the same time his hand stopped my head, which had been wriggling back and forth as I sucked—cleaned—his cock.
What was that, all of a sudden? If he wanted to come, he could’ve just shot it all over my tongue and made me swallow.
Ah. Was he getting shy now?
I lifted a questioning look, and there he was, setting his phone face-down in a corner of the bed.
His phone…? Why had he been touching that?
My attention was about to roll off that way like a cat chasing a ball of yarn when—
“Sua.”
The way he said my name was gentle, and yet it was unmistakably the voice of a man swallowing his excitement down hard, so my eyes went to him on their own.
…And what I saw was his cock, still stiff and flushed with blood even after he’d already come once, throwing a deep-colored shadow across my face—and him tearing open another condom and rolling it on himself, as if he fully intended to do it again.
“…Ass up. Get back down.”
“…….”
Pressed. Held back. A voice that had clearly been restraining itself for a long, long time. A voice that made me wonder what would have happened if it had been Yojora here instead of me.
I listened to it and squirmed into the pillow, hugging it close. Whether it was tears or spit, the dampness against my cheek bothered me a little, but it didn’t take long to get used to. I just crushed my breasts into the mattress and lifted my hips.
This was the position I’d been happily pounded in for that “second time” a moment ago.
…Which meant waist down. Ass high.
Honestly, it was the way animals mate. And it had felt so good….
“…You’re already figuring it out on your own.”
“I-I don’t know….”
I answered him curtly and buried my face a little deeper in the pillow to hide how hot it had gotten.
Figuring it out on your own. That just meant I looked like a pervert. I wasn’t a pervert yet. The real pervert was the one who knew nothing but dirty comics dressed up as pure romance, who saved a guy’s number as Master and still had never once called him Master to his face. That damp, sneaky kind of perversion. I was just… a-about average? For a girl…?
“It’s a compliment. A compliment. Yojora still can’t even hold a position properly.”
“…Liar. She looked insanely good at it….”
“You saw her yesterday. Even bracing on the table and bending over, she was all awkward and half-hearted. When I had her against the sofa, I put her in that position. The bed, too. Same thing.”
“…Is this hard…? Mmm….”
Yojora, who was probably going to have sex with Woojin several times a day—easily a hundred times a month—and she was that clumsy?
…Yeah, right. No way.
She’d just been too lazy to bother. When she got drunk, everything looked like a pain to her. It was probably something like that. There was absolutely no chance it was because she didn’t have much experience.
“…You, on the other hand, already know how to get down like this.”
“….”
“Pillow under your stomach, too… haah…. And I didn’t even tell you.”
“….”
Nudge. Nudge.
The rubber, slick with lube, slipped against my inner walls a few times. A few of those passes were soft, like he was only caressing me. …A few of them were rough, like he’d actually tried to shove it in and failed because I was too tight.
So I reached a hand down under my belly, made a V with my fingers, and spread myself open to either side.
“…I’m even better at that than Yojora.”
“….”
There. When it wouldn’t go in, helping like this would be good, right? …Or not. Whatever.
“…Haah….”
“Nngh…. Hnn….”
With Woojin’s thin sigh, that incredibly thick glans pushed in between my spread fingers, scraping along my walls as it went. And instead of pounding me right away the way he had a moment ago, he started working into the narrow entrance bit by bit.
He was probably planning to break me in slowly like this until my body got used to his cock. …Losing my mind and getting pounded like before felt good, but this was pretty—
….
…?
H-hold on—
“…!!? ……?!”
Whether he wanted to smash the thought I’d been having—that this was pretty nice too—or whether it was just chance, the cock that had only been teasing lazily at the entrance for a few seconds drove in rough, all the way to my cervix. Thud, thud, thud. Five seconds, by feel. No—ten… fifteen…. He hammered my womb like he didn’t care if I broke, and only after I clawed at whatever of him I could reach, because I felt like I was about to pass out—
“…The very inside, nnh…. It’s caving in, it’s getting crushed…….”
—did that monstrous cock slip back out of me, trailing sticky fluid, while my pussy could do nothing but gape and flutter through the climax.
“…I felt it earlier, too. You like it better this way, huh.”
“Buhh…, fuh….”
“A lot of girls say the inside hurts, so they like the outside more.”
“…I… I gueeess sooo…….”
I didn’t know who, but apparently people like that existed. All I’d said was that it felt like I was getting crushed. I hadn’t said it felt good. I hadn’t said anything even close to that.
Ass raised, face buried in the pillow, I just let the pounding of my heart fill my ears like I’d been sprinting, and breathed out in ragged little bursts—hah, hah—and agreed.
…And behind me, Woojin did it again. He pressed a fist into the bed. He laid his body over mine and covered me with his shadow.
“……. …♡ ………♡”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
I didn’t even have time to swallow the spit pooling under my tongue. His hard lower stomach struck my taut ass again and again. I couldn’t see it, so I couldn’t be sure, but from the way everything trembled I could tell—he was driving his cock in hard enough that my ass jiggled lightly with every thrust.
“…Your tail. Does it sway when it feels good?”
“….”
All I could do was leak moans. All I could do was scrape the sheets with toes that kept curling tight. All I could do was drum my insteps against the bed as I thrashed. So I nodded in tiny jerks, face shoved into the pillow, and touched his body with my tail. I rubbed it against him in circles so I could spell out a little ○—yes.
“…Kinda cute. Maybe because Yojora’s never shown me her horns and tail during sex.”
Cute? Even in a mirror, my eyes made me look mean. How was I cute? Don’t talk nonsense, I’m not cute—I wanted to say that.
Instead—
“……Hah.”
“…….”
With the tail that had been nuzzling his chest, I quietly looped once around his arm. …Not enough to get in the way of the sex. Barely touching. Or maybe even that got in the way a little.
Woojin paused his hips for a moment, grabbed the tail swaying against his forearm, and shook it o—
…….
…Grabbed it. Tight?
“…You like this too, huh.”
“…Nn…mmph…, mm…….”
He held it and pulled, the way I’d seen in videos, gripping and yanking while—thud, squelch, smack—his hard male body slammed into my ass, which had dropped low enough to nearly touch the bed, like an animal. Thump, thump, thump.
“…Hik…, nngh……. …….”
The more the strength left my body, the lower Woojin sank. What he’d been bracing on a fist was, before I knew it, nothing but a forearm. Just like that he kissed my shoulder however he pleased, stroked the lion ears sprouting through my hair however he pleased, gripped them the way he did with Yojora, toyed with the fur inside my ears however he pleased, and bit and licked what were probably my real ears, gone red from embarrassment.
And then—I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come—when I wound my tail around his waist and pulled him in to match that voice, it became: I’m going to get you pregnant. I’m going to make milk come out of these breasts. I’m going to keep coming until that little womb of yours is swollen tight with semen. A voice fuller of desire than the small curse I’d heard earlier, more direct, excited, and I took all of it into my ears.
…Still quietly holding his waist with my tail. Still pulling.
“…Son of a… bitch……. Haaah….”
“…Nhehk……. S-stop…. Mmph….”
Right above my womb. Hot baby-seed poured out—spurt, spurt—and I took every bit of it while I licked and lapped at the fingers he’d shoved into my mouth.
…Trapped in the condom, all of it would just become trash. I wouldn’t get pregnant. I wouldn’t even be able to fool myself into wondering if I had. Milk wasn’t going to come out of my breasts. My womb wasn’t going to swell up tight with semen, either. All of it was just a nasty joke. All of it was just the kind of thing you blurt out when you get too worked up during sex.
…But I’d been pulled in by the tail and fucked, and I’d gotten too excited too.
“…Seriously, crazy bitch…. First time I’ve seen a condom catch and not come back out.”
“Haaah…. Hah….”
The climax that turned my head pure white hadn’t let up for a while now, and I’d gotten that excited.
“……Slrp, fwaph….”
I turned my body a little, parted my lips, and took a first kiss that didn’t even last three seconds.
“…Haah…. Hahk….”
“…….”
…I pulled the condom out of myself, where it had caught at my entrance.
“…What are you doing?”
“……?”
And I put it back on Woojin’s cock.
“Are you an idiot?”
“…W-why….”
“No, I mean……. Haaah….”
I-I’m not an idiot. It’s true I’m not great at studying, but as far as intelligence goes, I’m a high-school girl who just gradu—
…Ah. Another kiss….
…Mm.