Waking Up Unable to Bear the Rising Lust
I woke up from sleep, unable to endure the surging urge. Sunlight leaking through the blinds felt surprisingly harsh for winter. It'd been ages since I'd crashed out so deeply. No dreams, either. When I opened my eyes, Gyeo-ul was still there in my arms, completely naked. ...Ah, damn it. I could feel my dick stiffening right up again. Morning wood, okay, I get it—but touching her while she's asleep? That'd wipe out the last handful of conscience I'd squirreled away. Figured it'd be too risky to keep holding her like this, so I laid her out straight on her back. She looked so chilly like that. I grabbed the blanket that'd fallen under the bed to cover her, then realized...
...The blanket's a total lost cause. Gotta toss it. Not sure if my nose had adapted or just gone numb, but with all the sweat and night-blooming flower scent mixed in, it must've reeked to high heaven. One wrong move and I'd have to chuck the blanket too, so instead, I draped my t-shirt—sprawled in the corner of the bed—over her stomach.
I chugged the leftover water from the desk, hit the bathroom to piss, then brushed my teeth. Rinsed my mouth and headed back to the room, but damn, going in buck naked felt a bit embarrassing. Grabbed some panties from my room and slipped them on before heading to her side again—only to find Gyeo-ul gone. Wondering where she'd vanished to, I opened the door to the master bedroom, and right on cue, she emerged from the master bath. She'd thrown on my t-shirt, barely covering her ass, clutching at her hips.
"...Sleep well?"
"...Yeah."
"Gotta shower."
"Y-Yeah, guess so."
"Your voice sounds kinda hoarse."
"Just a little cold coming on..."
"...You sick?"
"Kinda flu-ish... I think."
...Well, yeah. After pounding her like that yesterday. Sweating buckets and sleeping without a blanket? No wonder her condition sucked. Felt kinda guilty. Honestly hadn't planned to go that hard. I'd meant to... hold back a bit. But things just snowballed.
"Want me to grab some meds?"
"...You'd do that?"
"Shower first. Before I hit the pharmacy."
"Ah, yeah..."
I was racking my brain for any leftover Tylenol when I noticed Gyeo-ul kept turning her head away.
...What's her deal? She was fine with it all yesterday.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Wh-Why, bro."
"Why keep dodging my eyes?"
"...Just..."
"Embarrassed?"
"...Yesterday, I... kinda... got drunk and... said some weird stuff..."
"...Let's shower."
Gyeo-ul, all flustered, clutched the hem of the baggy t-shirt and tugged it down hard, squirming to cover her lower half. Watching her fidget like that had my dick already straining against my panties.
...Gotta shower anyway. I grabbed her hand and dragged her straight into the bathroom. She panicked, fidgeting like crazy, but when I peeled off the t-shirt, she meekly lifted her arms. I ditched my panties outside the door. My barely concealed dick sprang free, and Gyeo-ul whipped her head away in shock.
"...What, acting like it's your first time seeing it?"
"It is my first time..."
"...What?"
No way—we'd done all sorts of stuff...
"I-I always covered my eyes or closed them... Or it was dark... So, properly seeing it... first time..."
"..."
"Even online... only mosaics... so..."
"...Wanna touch it?"
"Wh-What?"
"Go on, touch."
Gyeo-ul's ears flushed bright red, but she hesitantly reached out toward my twitching dick.
"...This is a... dick?"
"..."
"Whoa, this whole thing..."
She gently gripped my shaft with one hand, then measured from her navel to her crotch with the other.
...Fuck, driving me insane. If she hadn't said she was sick...
"Just... shake it?"
"...Try."
She cautiously gripped the base and gave it a light shake. Barely any stimulation, honestly—but staring at her face, brimming with curiosity about my dick, had precum leaking like crazy.
...Feels good, but not quite enough.
"D-Does it... feel good?"
"Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Not there—higher up."
"...H-Here?"
"Yeah. Stroke the head."
"M-Me doing it... won't it... hurt?"
"Doesn't matter."
"...Okay."
She touched the glans so delicately, like handling something fragile. Ha... Too frustrating—I grabbed her hand myself.
"B-Bro?"
"Like this. See?"
"...R-Really?"
I slathered her hand in precum, then showed her how to roughly stroke the head with her palm. Let go of her grip hand, but she kept at it eagerly, just like I'd shown.
"This makes you... cum?"
"No."
"Th-Then how..."
"Start from the base, squeeze hard and stroke up."
"Won't that... hurt?"
"It's fine. Do it."
Gyeo-ul swallowed hard, sliding her hand down to my balls. Gripped the root firmly and stroked slowly up to the tip. Ah, fuck... Her skin's too soft.
"...F-Faster?"
"Yeah."
"Okay... here goes."
Her leisurely strokes picked up speed, gliding perfectly over my dick—no shortage of pleasure, enough to make my breath hitch. Someone else's hand—tending to my lust.
"...Ngh, ha..."
"...Hurts?"
"No... huff... keep going."
Gyeo-ul stared fixedly at my dick, her hand working it diligently. I held my breath, endured—then spurt, I came hard across her stomach. Savoring the pulsing release, but she didn't stop, kept pumping away.
"N-Nghh..."
"...G-Gyeo-ul... stop..."
"S-Stop?"
"...Yeah."
I rasped out the signal, and she finally halted. ...Hoo. Rough morning. Feels fucking amazing, though. Snapped back to reality—Gyeo-ul was blushing, staring at my heaving dick, her cum-smeared hand and stomach.
"...This is it? The... dangerous baby-making stuff..."
"..."
"Gotta take my pill soon, or—oh right."
"...Shower first."
If I let her keep talking, I'd end up slamming into her right here. Only fix was to shower and get dressed, fast. I hustled us into the shower stall. Warm water rained down, sharing it between us. Watching her rinse the cum from her hand and belly had my lust boiling over again.
...Weird. Pretty sure I came five times yesterday. Once just now.
"B-Bro... is this... normal for you?"
"...Your fault."
"Really?"
"I'm barely holding back, so shut it."
"...Okay."
Gyeo-ul clamped her mouth shut and lathered shampoo into her hair. I squirted body wash onto a washcloth and scrubbed up. Watching her shampoo from behind... damn, tough. Couldn't take it. Wrung out the cloth, loaded my hands with foam, and once her hair was rinsed, gripped her shoulders and nudged her toward the wall.
"Bro...?"
"...Can't hold back anymore. Just touching, okay?"
"..."
She nodded faintly. I caressed her back gently. Soaped her up fully, wrung the cloth for more, then kneaded her breasts. Already soft tits slick with body wash? No way I wanted to stop. Kept massaging, and unconsciously, my dick started brushing her ass.
"...Bro."
"Gyeo-ul, sorry, but..."
"..."
"...Won't put it in. Just hold you a sec."
Another nod—I took it as go-ahead, swallowed hard. Side-boob view from behind was heaven; I kneaded with both hands. Rubbing between her wet cheeks had me rock-hard again already. Hooked both tits with one arm. Free hand trailed her ribs, slippery navel, down to her smooth mound—Gyeo-ul's breath hitched softly. Middle finger probed the parting slit, found the protruding nub. Pressed and shook it teasingly; her throat quivered. Bent her legs a bit, slotted my dick between her thighs. She clamped her knees, squeezing my shaft tight naturally. Awkward stance—she braced against the wall. I savored the pressure, rocking my hips slowly.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"H-Hng, yeah, br-o...ther..."
"...Can I?"
"..."
Whispered in her ear; tiny nod. ...I'm such a bastard. But what can I do? Couldn't help it. Kept fingering her clit, freed the tit arm to spread her cheeks. Water had rinsed some, but her pussy still glistened stickily. Staring, a bit of yesterday's cum leaked out.
...Haa, fuck.
Pressed my hips forward, angled in—slid right home effortlessly.
"H-Hng, haaa..."
Buried to the hilt, her insides felt warmer than yesterday. ...Really got a cold? Brain worried, but my dick shamelessly throbbed in the cozy heat. Wrapped my free arm around, pulling her close. Kneaded her tits, licked/nipped her ear and neck, rubbed her clit steady—bent and straightened my knees, thrusting up slow from below. No sign of pain from her.
"Gyeo-ul."
"Ha, hng, yeah, bro..."
"...Faster okay?"
"...Y-Yeah, hng, haang, ah, haat..."
Stopped on the clit, crushed her to me. Roughly groped her tits, pressed hard just below her navel—pressure echoed to my dick. She moaned nasally each time. Dropped my knees lower for wet slaps of thigh on thigh.
"H-Hng, ngh, hngh, ah, haang, ang..."
"Hoo... Gyeo-ul."
"..."
No question asked, but she nodded, walls twitching. ...Can't hold it. Turned her head, sealed her mouth with mine—plunged deep, gravity-draining old cum, pumping in fresh loads. Her quivering walls tickled my glans relentlessly. Two more full thrusts, barely pulled out.
"Haa, haaack, heh... Bro..."
"...Shower for real this time."
"...Yeah."
God knows how many times I'd said that. Watching cum drip from her had me swallowing hard. Gritted my teeth audibly, slapped my cheek lightly. Thankfully, we actually showered. Erection... still raging.