First Experience (3)
It was just as hot and wet, but the feel of her pussy was different from her mouth entirely.
Her tongue had caressed me freely, but the walls of her vagina squeezed my cock hard from every direction at once.
More than anything, the sheer psychological thrill was overwhelming — I was inside that place which symbolized a woman's chastity, the place that received a man's seed to make a child, the place that had already given birth to one.
I was no longer a virgin.
I had my cock buried inside a woman's body!
The moment my cock sank in to the root, I could feel the slender arms of Mina, wrapped around my body, tighten.
Her trim frame pinned beneath my torso went rigid, and from her lips burst a moan that sounded like it was pain and satisfaction all at once.
I began moving my hips back and forth.
"Hah... you feel so good, Jiu... ahhh..."
Mina responded to my every movement.
With her eyes closed and mouth open, she seemed determined to feel every single motion of mine, every sensation inside her pussy.
Her reactions only emboldened me further.
Bracing both arms against the bed, I raised my upper body, looked down at hers, and began rocking my hips hard back and forth.
"Ah... ah... hah... yes... hahh..."
As my movements grew more forceful, Mina's moans grew wilder.
Red blossoms of flush bloomed across her face, the nape of her neck, and her chest.
This was no act.
Even with zero experience with women, a man who had devoured every kind of porn out there could tell.
Kneeling with my torso fully upright, I gripped her splayed ankles, one in each hand, and drove my hips into her.
Her small feet curled their five toes tight, the soles wrinkling as the arches bent taut.
Mina, perhaps finding it an obstacle in her reclined position, pulled the hair tie free and let down her ponytail.
Thick black hair fanned out across the pillow, and Mina, eyes still closed, kept exhaling pleading little moans.
Her lush breasts, sprawled slightly to the sides as she lay, bounced up and down in rhythm with my thrusting hips.
She cupped her own breasts in both hands and brushed her nipples with her index fingers.
The sight was so obscenely lewd I could hardly believe she was the same demure woman from moments before.
The problem was that I had plenty of knowledge from porn and none whatsoever from the real thing.
It had been less than thirty minutes since I'd come in Mina's mouth, yet between the uncharted stimulation of her pussy and the way her aegyo-mom act played out before my eyes, my cock was already charging headlong toward climax.
A few more thrusts and I was going to blow.
When masturbating, I'd always stopped the moment the pressure mounted — so I'd never learned what my actual staying power was with a woman. That was my fatal mistake.
I'd simply lost myself in the feel of her pussy and pounded away.
I couldn't come this soon, so I froze my hips.
Even after I stopped, Mina kept kneading her breasts, panting hard.
Right — let's change positions.
I gripped Mina by the waist and flipped her over.
Reading my intent, she lifted herself and got down on her stomach for me.
A woman braced on all fours like a beast on the bed, hands planted, ass offered up toward me — her back view had a flavor all its own, different from the front.
Her smooth back flowed downward, then at the pinch of her waist flared out suddenly to both sides.
Between the fleshy cheeks of her plump ass, her tightly closed anus was visible.
There wasn't even a hint of unpleasant odor — if anything, only the fresh scent of body wash.
Knowing I'd come instantly if I entered her right away, I bought myself time by kissing her ass.
The instant my lips and tongue touched her cheeks, Mina reacted with a tiny shiver.
Her toes tensed, and she buried her face in the bed with a moan.
Once her upper body sank against the mattress, she was left with only her ass hoisted high.
That posture — begging, it seemed, to be fucked, to be used — sent my eyes rolling back all over again. I gripped my drenched cock and, watching it all clearly with my own eyes this time, rubbed my glans against her pussy.
Mina's moans climbed higher.
I pushed my cock into that sunken little hole.
"Ah—!"
Mina's hands seized the bedsheets, and her face, which had been buried in the pillow, swung toward me with a sound like a wail.
A reaction as violent as mating beasts in the wild.
Gripping her narrow waist in both hands, I moved my hips slowly this time, careful not to overheat too soon.
She had thrown her whole body over to me.
As if to say, use me however you want.
As if to say, she would simply feel whatever I made her feel, nothing more.
She never rushed me, never acted starved for more.
When I moved fast, she reacted fiercely; when I moved slow, she responded in low, smoldering waves.
Total submission and obedience.
Even in the middle of it all, I couldn't help thinking this female was a wonder among wonders.
Listening to her sweat-slicked smooth back and the thick hair clinging to it, her hugely swollen ass, her heated moans — before I knew it, the pressure of climax came surging back.
Just as Mina's moans were growing louder and louder, I pulled my cock out again.
Her upraised ass trembled faintly, her thighs quivering like jelly.
I watched her for a moment, and then Mina turned her head to look back at me.
Her face was damp with sweat, her eyes glistening wet.
"Haha... Mina, why don't you get on top."
I said it awkwardly and lay down on the bed.
Even while panting for breath, Mina climbed over my prone body wearing that subtle, mysterious smile of hers.
I figured that if I was the one moving, I'd blow my load in no time.
A woman moving on top would surely last a little longer — or so I reasoned.
And since this was my first time anyway, I wanted to try as many positions as I could.
Missionary, doggy, cowgirl — those were the classics, after all.
Even in the throes of arousal, Mina never lost her signature soft, gentle grace. She straddled my body, took my glistening cock in her hand, pressed it to the entrance of her vagina, and slowly sank down.
There wasn't a single vulgar thing about the gesture.
She didn't spread her legs shamelessly, and no flesh on her stomach folded over.
As if determined to satisfy even the gaze of the man watching her, she kept up a womanly elegance from start to finish as she took my cock into her pussy.
Then, bracing both hands on my chest, she began to move her hips back and forth, very slowly.
As if she knew my climax was imminent.
As if she refused to make me come too fast and shame this man.
Grinding her clit slowly against my pubic bone, she worked my cock in and out of her depths.
Mina leaned her upper body down, trying to embrace me — but as she bent forward, her ass lifted, and my cock, too short to follow, slipped free of her pussy.
She gave an embarrassed little laugh, guided me back inside, straightened up, and rocked her hips atop me, riding my cock.
If anyone should have been embarrassed, it was me.
That day I learned a hard truth: my cock simply wasn't long enough to recreate the positions I'd seen in porn.
Size really did matter.
But Mina was a woman who knew how to protect a man's pride.
She moved her body in a way that satisfied my cock fully while giving her pleasure too — leaning back slightly, one hand teasing my nipple, the other slipping between her legs to keep my cock from slipping out while stroking her own clit at the same time.
Her rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow.
It was like masturbation with a cock buried inside her — for both of us.
Mina's eyes were losing focus, and something glistened at the corner of her open mouth, as if she were drooling.
So this was what a woman looked like at her most beautiful.
Was this a woman's true face?
This woman was someone's daughter. Someone's mother.
But that father and that son had surely never once seen her like this.
Only the man having sex with her ever got to see it.
In that instant, my mind flashed white, and my mother's face surfaced in my head.
A side of my mother I had never seen.
A side I probably never would see.
It was, without question, a part of her — yet the one person who could never, ever see it was me.
My mother, drunk on sex, lost in pleasure.
My mother, fully unleashing the woman in her, the female in her heat.
Mina's face blurred and overlapped with my mother's.
Flushing skin, eyes glazed with intoxication — the face of my mother, Lee Juhee, so far gone she didn't even notice the drool sliding from her mouth.
I reached out for her breasts as they swayed up and down above me, and she leaned her upper body down slightly so my hands could reach.
A handful of soft female flesh filled each palm.
Swept up in intoxication and arousal, I felt as if my whole body were floating.
I slipped into the illusion that I was having sex with my own mother.
"Mom... Mom..."
The words spilled out of my mouth before I knew it.
The woman, leaving her breasts entirely in my hands, stroked my cheek tenderly.
"My son... my sweet son... Mommy loves this so much..."
And she began moving her hips faster and faster.
I spilled my seed deep inside her sex.