Case 1: Oh Suyeon (Age 26, Housewife) — 2
Interviewer: "That first taste of semen must have been utterly intoxicating."
Oh Suyeon: "Well, of course. It's Dongsaeng's semen. As I said before, anyone else's is absolutely out of the question — my husband's included. My body simply can't accept it."
Interviewer: "I see. And after that?"
Oh Suyeon: "After that, since he'd already come once, I assumed it would take him a while, so I lay down beside him for a moment. He sat straight up, climbed on top of me, and seized both my breasts hard in his hands. I could tell from the touch alone that he'd never laid a hand on a pair before."
Interviewer: "They're quite large. What size are you?"
Oh Suyeon: "A 70H. I'm confident about my chest. I've worked very hard to keep them from sagging. They're big, and I've seen photographs of breasts that have gone slack — they were truly revolting. The thought of mine ending up like that was so horrifying that I started taking obsessive care of them from that day on. You can't entirely fight what nature does to a body, but even so, my mindset was, I am not going to end up with an old woman's breasts."
Oh Suyeon: "Anyway, Dongsaeng groped them, squeezed them until they bulged between his fingers, pinched the nipples hard enough to tear, slapped my breasts the way you'd slap a cheek, and even bit down once so hard he left teeth marks."
Interviewer: "Goodness. That must have hurt."
Oh Suyeon: "Not at all. It only stung a little in the instant I was hit, or bitten, or pinched. Afterward there was this faint, lingering satisfaction. The feeling that my breasts had turned him on — that they'd aroused this man. I suppose that's the way to put it."
Oh Suyeon: "And when I watched him take a whole mouthful of breast and suck at it like a man possessed, I even felt something maternal. How hard it must have been for him, all that time he'd lived without a breast."
Oh Suyeon: "So I stroked his head, slow and soothing, and told him they weren't going to run away. After that his hands and his tongue grew a little gentler, as if something in him had finally eased."
Interviewer: "So you took him in with a generous heart — no, with a generous chest. With those large breasts."
Oh Suyeon: "Did I?" She laughs. "Anyway, he'd been sucking at them for quite a while when he suddenly started fumbling lower down. His hand found my pussy, and he pushed his fingers straight in. He pumped them in and out with great determination, exactly the way you'd expect from someone who'd seen it in a porn video."
Oh Suyeon: "But watching a man who clearly had no idea what he was doing try to act as if he did — I found it rather cute. There was a pleasure in that clumsy touch that felt very different from being with my husband."
Oh Suyeon: "Then, as if the time had come to put it in, he took his mouth off my chest and moved down. He grabbed his cock, couldn't find the right place, and tried to push it into the wrong hole. It was so funny that I just watched for a moment — until he very nearly put it somewhere truly wrong, and I sat up, took hold of him, and guided him in myself."
Interviewer: "Now that you mention it — what about contraception?"
Oh Suyeon: "Contraception? Ah, you wouldn't know. When an older sister and her younger brother do it, pregnancy simply isn't a concern. With my husband we still use protection, since we don't have plans yet, but there's no way I could get pregnant with Dongsaeng, so a condom would be completely pointless. Dongsaeng's cock is meant to feel good against the soft lining inside his sister's pussy."
Interviewer: "Ah, I see. Then how did it feel, that first moment he went in?"
Oh Suyeon: "Mm... honestly, it wasn't very good then. He was a little smaller than my husband to begin with, so taking him was no trouble, and he didn't feel especially big either."
Oh Suyeon: "We managed the insertion somehow, but the way he moved his hips never settled into a rhythm. His inexperience showed far too clearly. He didn't know where his hands were supposed to go, he wasn't even looking at my face — he was wholly absorbed in shaking his hips."
Oh Suyeon: "Only then did it occur to me: Ah. I should have been the one leading. Still, I was supposed to give Dongsaeng what he wanted, so I tried to match him. His rhythm was so erratic that even when I tried, we kept missing each other. It was a ridiculous little mess."
Interviewer: "That must have been quite uncomfortable."
Oh Suyeon: "Uncomfortable isn't quite the word... just clumsy. That was all. It didn't hurt. It was simply hard to call it pleasurable. Being with my husband was far better. He knows where I'm sensitive, and he matches my pace."
Oh Suyeon: "Dongsaeng had none of that. Even so, it was his first time, so I told myself this was only to be expected. Better not to hope he'd be any good at the start — just let him have the experience. That was my thinking."
Oh Suyeon: "And then, partway through, he stopped again and held his phone out to me."
Interviewer: "And did things change after that, this time as well?"
Oh Suyeon: "Yes. All at once, it became wonderful. His hips were still unsteady. The sloppiness hadn't gone anywhere — but what I felt inside my body had changed."
Oh Suyeon: "Dongsaeng's cock was inside me, moving, and the pleasure that came was equal to the very best I had ever felt. As if something were welling up and filling my chest."
Oh Suyeon: "How good it was... I'm not gifted with words, so this is difficult to explain. Let me try an example." Suyeon draws in the empty air with one finger, sketching a graph. "Ordinary sex is supposed to feel good like this, isn't it — pleasure rising along a curve, over time?"
At a certain point her other arm cuts horizontally across the finger that has stopped.
Oh Suyeon: "But with Dongsaeng, from the instant I looked at the phone, it was like this. If here is the best feeling I had ever known until then, then a pleasure one whole step above it just goes on and on."
Interviewer: "And that best memory — was it with your husband?"
Oh Suyeon: "Yes. On our honeymoon, in a lovely hotel, the mood just right, both of us warmed by a moderate amount of drink, my body already flushed after a long, devoted session of my husband's caresses — that's where it started." She gives the lower finger a little wiggle. "It was a truly wonderful day, and even then the pleasure didn't shoot straight up. It climbed slowly. Gradually."
Oh Suyeon: "But a feeling better than that just continued, unbroken. And from the very moment he entered me. On top of that, every time Dongsaeng's cock pushed in deep, it got a little better still, as if the pleasure were leaping higher."
Oh Suyeon: "So that unpredictable movement of his hips — the way it gave me uneven, irregular stimulation — actually felt fresher. It felt better."
Interviewer: "If it felt that good, did you moan loudly?"
Oh Suyeon: "Surprisingly, no. I hardly moaned at all. Because it didn't hurt. It simply kept feeling good. That long, unbroken pleasure — a wish that the moment itself would just go on..."
Oh Suyeon: "Not the kind of moaning you hear in porn. More like swallowing the pleasure down inside myself..." She demonstrates. "Mm... mm... so good... That sort of feeling."
As if suddenly embarrassed, she fans her face with one hand.
Interviewer: "Did he finish inside you?"
Oh Suyeon: "Of course. As I said, that's the standard. He was thrusting away in that sloppy way, and then all at once his hips pressed flush against me and he came, just like that. There was a great deal of it — as much as when he'd come in my mouth earlier. The moment he pulled out, it spilled and soaked into the bed. And I thought, Ah. I only just washed the bedding yesterday." She laughs.
Interviewer: "And that was the end of it?"
Oh Suyeon: "No. A boy like him isn't finished after a single round, is he?" She laughs. "Dongsaeng sprawled across the bed as if he owned it and told me to go push it out and come back. Looking at him, I felt a little annoyed and, at the same time, something like his manliness. So I gave his nipple a small pinch, then ran to the bathroom off the master bedroom, squatted down, and set about squeezing it out of me."
Oh Suyeon: "And then, at some point, I suddenly felt something warm against the back of my head."
Interviewer: "Suddenly?"
Oh Suyeon: "Yes. Suddenly. I turned to see what it was, and Dongsaeng was peeing on me. He was still going, so it struck me full in the face, and a little even got into my mouth. I spat it out at once, of course."
Interviewer: "So he did it on purpose."
Oh Suyeon: "Exactly. I told him to stop, and he had the nerve to turn it around on me and order me to turn my face this way. I was dumbfounded, but he'd told me to turn, so I had no choice. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my mouth closed, turned my face, and simply took it."
Oh Suyeon: "In the end I let him finish all over me, and at the last he told me to suck out whatever was left with my mouth. Only after I'd sucked him clean did he finally allow me to wash. And then, perfectly naturally, while we were showering, he put it in me again from behind, so there I was, doing it once more under the warm water. Partway through he stopped all of a sudden and this time told me to pee."
Interviewer: "On your younger brother?"
Oh Suyeon: "No, no. He said he still didn't want to be the one getting it. As if I'd taken it because I wanted to." Her lips push out in a small pout. "So I peed all of it onto the shower wall. I'd never urinated like that in my life, and it felt a little strange."
Interviewer: "Is that a taste of his? Does Dongsaeng like that sort of thing?"
Oh Suyeon: "No. I don't think it's necessarily that. He hasn't really done it since."
Interviewer: "When you say he hasn't really — does that mean he has, at least once?"
Oh Suyeon: "Mm... he has. Just not in the bathroom."
Oh Suyeon: "Anyway! We did it once more while showering, finished washing, and came out. And since I have to stay naked at home from now on, I went to draw the living-room curtains — and he flew into a rage, demanding to know why I was closing them. I said the neighbors might see, and he showed me his phone for a moment."
Interviewer: "So you made a mistake again, Suyeon?"
Oh Suyeon: "That's right. Trying to hide what was perfectly natural was, in itself, an absurd thing to do. I don't know why I made so many mistakes that day."
Oh Suyeon: "I'm only saying all of this, from the very beginning, because I'm telling it to you now. I could never speak of it anywhere else."