One-Room Apartment (7)
"…Ngh. Ah…. Yeah…Ngh…."
Not even halfway to the root—hell, not even half—just around the glans, maybe two finger widths in, and she rocks her hips slowly. So gentle. So careful. Giving Lee Hayun, for whom this is her first dick, time to get used to a man. Kindly. And yet, every now and then….
"Haa…. Ahh……?"
A little deeper each time. Can't play house forever, so as deep as her face doesn't twist in pain. My condom-sheathed dick, reassuring her. Pressing into her tense pussy, then slowly pulling out.
…If she'd winced, I'd have gone way slower. But gazing down at Hayun clutching the pillow with no resistance on each thrust, my head burns hot. At this rate, pounding root-deep would have her moaning in no time. Her sweet spots are clustered back there anyway. No need to baby her.
Excitement scrapes my brain raw, but I swallow the urge and ease out leisurely. The virgin blood from before has faded; now the condom's slathered in her thick, sticky juices.
Those juices stretch in gooey strands from the base of my cock.
"Noona."
"…Ngh."
"Quit hugging that pillow. Can't see your face."
"My… face? Why do you wanna see it, you perv…."
"…'Cause I'm a perv."
"……."
A dozen comebacks flash in my mind, but she's right. I'm a perv. Have been since way back—wanting to sneak a hero like her, adored by the masses, into my place, fuck her brains out on the down-low, then parade her back out all innocent in front of her clueless fans.
…Like a secret idol fling.
"…Th-this good enough…?"
Hayun hesitates, then lowers the pillow just enough to show her eyes. Those pretty jade-green orbs, identical to Jiyoon's, lock onto mine.
"Way better. Looked more like you were just jerking off solo before."
"Wh-why say it like that…!"
"You're dodging conversation, noona."
"Not dodging…. Ngh…?!"
Not as loose and comfy as during that deep kiss earlier. Still, with two fingers' worth pistoning in and out, she's only wincing faintly, gazing up at me with damp eyes. Doesn't seem bad at all.
Feels better than I thought. But deeper's still scary. Something like that.
I scrape the pussy walls I'd pressed before; she stares into my eyes for three seconds, then squeezes them shut. I wipe away a bead of sweat and slide in deeper than last time. She clutches the pillow tighter, head whipping sideways.
"……, …! …There, wait, feels… weird…."
"Dodging. Right from when you started squeezing that pillow."
"No, something's weird…. what do you…."
I ignore her hips bucking and grab her pelvis, grinding my glans against those clinging, wrinkled walls. Right around halfway buried. A spot any guy could hit easy. But no way it's zero sensitivity.
…All for comparison's sake. To show her she craves way deeper than this shallow tease, I ramp it up, then yank out all at once.
Hard enough that Hayun—for the first time beyond just grimacing—flings her head back with a full-body jolt.
"Hak…! Hak……? Wh-what…. why…."
"Gonna cum."
"Cum…? Ah, th-that, se-semen…. um…."
I'm dying from the edging, but I spit the lie and grind my glans against her sopping entrance. Forcing open the hole that's twitching like it can't believe it was virgin seconds ago, I ram in fast—up to the foamy, juice-coated condom line. No more easing her into the foreign intrusion like before. Now it looks like actual fucking.
Squelch, squelch.
Hayun's mouth parts slightly, panting hard; she mumbles just loud enough to hear.
"…Sex… feels so good……."
"…Yeah?"
"Sc-scared at first…. but way better than I thought…."
"Glad to hear it."
"Friends said it wasn't as great as hyped… sounded disappointed…."
"You chat about that?"
"Girls with boyfriends…. when talking to them……?!!"
I half-listen to the chit-chat, easing deeper bit by bit. Force her clueless pussy walls apart and wait; when the twitching stops, pull out. As the pillow on her tits bounces from her heaving breaths, thrust back in—a smidge deeper than before.
…Watching fresh slick coat the drenched condom.
Deep.
"Hee…. hak…, ugh…."
Little by little, molding to my cock, she pants raggedly with her head turned aside. I pin her thighs, choke down the urge to slam and conquer, and keep the talk going.
"Not just listening anymore—you can talk back now, huh, noona?"
"…Ah, truth is…. I faked having experience…."
"……?"
"Everyone assumed I had a boyfriend…. s-so I lied, said first time in first year of high school…. gave love advice…. nodded along that sex sucked…. y'know…."
"……."
"Now, gonna say… it felt good…. especially like this, di…, dick buried all the way…."
She whispers it all conspiratorial-like, then embarrassed, yanks the pillow back over her face. Even though it's still a few fingers shy of root-deep.
Deep enough for a fresh deflowered girl to think it's full. Thighs keep brushing, and the pillow blocks the view below.
Happened with villain chicks sometimes. Halfway in and they'd swear it was hitting cervix, feeling amazing—all in their head. Of course, ten minutes later they'd learn what a real cervix smash feels like….
"……."
…Something about it. A virgin whose only "experience" was fingers moments ago, now spewing vulgar shit and deluding herself….
Fucking hot.
While her flushed ears peek out behind the pillow, I shift position.
"Nghk…. uh…."
Lift her relaxed hips, grip her pelvis firm with the hand that was on the bed.
The angle change hits different; she cums lightly, clamping my dick tight.
Seizing her happy daze….
"Hik……?"
Root-deep, just like she wants. That dry root—still untouched by her juices—grinds her vice-tight walls raw. Thump, thump, thump.
Fast into her clustered sweet spots, then rip out quick.
"Uk…? Ughk……?? Uh…?"
I savor her hips shuddering.
Love juices dripping from my cock onto her lower belly.
Pillow-muffled slutty moans stiffen me rock-hard.
Satisfying.
"Noona."
"Hee…, he…?"
"Answer me. Noona."
"…Y-yeah…."
"Mind changed yet?"
"Changed…?"
"All the way in. Feels good?"
"……."
That pillow she's death-gripping. One ear peeks out, still burning red.
No answer.
So.
I pound again. Desire unleashed this time. Gripping her pelvis like a handle as she keeps cumming and clenching, I slam so hard the squelching womb-smashes, the ass-slaps dripping her juices, her pillow-muffled screams—all echo loud enough for the walls to carry next door. Root-deep, relentless.
"Heeuk…. hek…. heeek…."
Pleasure's overtaken panic now; her climax intervals shrink with every thrust.
Still no answer.
"Noona."
"Why, whyy…. …Ngh, huaa…."
"Why won't you answer straight?"
"Wh-what didn't I do…. I did it all…."
"Asked if all the way in feels good."
Normal girls' spots cluster upfront. Not that deep-lovers don't exist, but even they prefer front-rubs usually.
But Hayun.
Hers pack her cervix and clit. If some loser took her cherry instead of me, she'd have ended up thinking like her friends.
…Wonder if those "boyfriend" pals are the shallow-feel types too.
Shrug off the stray thought, clamp her pelvis, and hammer countless root-deep thrusts.
"Lee Hayun."
"Ughk…. hik…. ahut, ah…?!"
"No answer?"
"Hak……."
Sun's fully set; it's dark now. Still, the lewd slaps from slamming my juice-slick belly into hers, her pillow-muffled moans, the occasional squirt splattering her body sticky—all palpable even without light.
"Answered, I did…."
"No, you didn't."
"Did…!"
No more "gentle 'cause it's her first" bullshit. I release her pelvis, pin her thighs instead, and piston down hard from above. Bed creaks louder. Squelches louder. Her hoarse screams louder.
Neighbors pressing ears to the wall right now?
I bury to her depths.
"…Then answer properly now."
"……Hak, hak…. Doing it now…, too…."
Teetering on the edge, ready to blow.
"Can't hear. Louder."
"Not with words…, nghk…. body, answering with my body……."
So she'll never glance at another guy.
"If it sucked, wouldn't have let you fuck me, you dumbass idiot……. mmph…."
Yank the pillow off her face, force my spit down her throat like I did secretly with Jiyoon, and kiss deep.
"……, …?! ……♡…. ……! …."
All that pent-up cum—enough to worry the condom might burst—thrust root-deep, and unload.
Spurt…, spuuuurt, splurt, splurt….
"……Pfhaah…. hak…. hak…."
"Huu…."
Lips part; she gasps out held breaths, going limp.
Pull out; the condom dangles off, tip bloated white with semen.
One down. Seven left. Dozens more stocked.
First-timer like her? Two, three rounds max, probably.
Tie the tip, toss it on her thigh—she twitches.
Step off the bed, chug water, rip open another condom with a rrrip.
Hears it; Hayun—panting on her back—props up slightly, eyes on me.
"……."
Then, quietly.
So quietly.
She flops back, turns her head aside, and spreads her thighs wide.
…Fingers in a V, parting her juice-drenched pussy lips.
Letting that slick nectar ooze out, soaking my sheets.
Silently.