The Girl Who's Suspiciously Kind to Me (6)
The Girl Who's Suspiciously Kind to Me (6)
The cock that had swollen to its limit twitched in my hand.
The point of no return. The stage where semen was rising up through the urethra.
It was too late.
Even if I stopped the stimulation at this point, I couldn't stop the ejaculation. It would just end with me cumming unsatisfyingly for her.
'What do I do?'
Futanari possessed stamina that matched the sexual desire they harbored.
It wasn't just limited to the thickness or size of the cock, or the physical endurance to satisfy a woman.
The amount of semen ejaculated per orgasm, and the ejaculatory force with which it was expelled.
Futanari were superior in every aspect compared to ordinary people.
This was a fact already proven by research results.
What was the average ejaculation volume again?
Ah, I definitely heard it.
I couldn't remember well.
More than that, my memory was more accurate than such statistics.
When I was vaginally raped by a futanari here and received a creampie.
How much did she cum back then?
I remember my lower abdomen swelling up slightly as if I were pregnant.
Even though I was too out of my mind to be sure, if it was a futanari, it might have been possible.
If she could cum a similar amount this time too...
'I'm in big trouble!'
I could roughly guess how much semen she would ejaculate this time.
The subsequent situation that naturally came to mind. The imagination of not only the panties the futacock's urethra was aimed at, but everything from the thighs below to the ankles being smeared with semen.
If that happened, going to school would be out of the question, and even returning home would become difficult.
'This can't be...!'
"Aghh♡"
Ignoring my desperate heart, the futacock raced towards orgasm.
As the best response, I hurriedly covered the glans part of the futacock with my hand.
Splurt♥ Splurrt♥
Splooosh♥ Splut splut♥
Splut splut splut♥♥♥
The sticky, drawn-out ejaculation.
The futacock she had pushed deep into my handjob released its semen. Just like it had done into my pussy before.
"Ugh... ughh...♡"
Catching semen barehanded was a strange feeling. Even more so since that semen wasn't my own.
Futasemen that was too mushy to be called solid, and too gooey to be called liquid.
It seemed to carry a heat that felt like it could cause a burn, but my hand didn't feel that hot.
It clung stickily to my palm and wouldn't come off easily, and it didn't seem like I could clench my fingers to grab it.
Piercing through both my always pleasant, sweet-scented body odor and her body odor simultaneously, the pungent, coppery chestnut flower scent hitting my nose directly.
"How long are you going to keep cumming..."
Regardless of my sentiments, the ejaculation continued.
The gooey, milky-white fluid that gushed out in pulses from the urethra soiled my palm.
The semen that painted my hand white, just as it had once painted the inside of my vagina white.
It took quite some time for this violence to conclude. Objectively speaking, it didn't actually cum for that long, but focusing on the semen made the perceived time stretch.
An ejaculation time that easily filled several tens of seconds, if not minutes.
With a final tremor, the cock dripped the last drops of translucent semen like its dying breath.
I couldn't just dump something like this on the ground.
Naturally, my hands came together to form a bowl-like shape, cupping them beneath the cock. What the bowl contained was, of course, semen.
As if averting my gaze from her somewhat subsided cock, my eyes turned that way.
Semen pooled in the hollow of my palm. When I spread my fingers, white streaks formed between them.
Some seemed to have gotten under my fingernails, or maybe it was just my imagination.
"...I've been dirtied."
My skin, which always boasted a glossy sheen without any special care, my once-pretty hands.
The sight of them being completely painted over by semen that had poured out from another person's cock.
It was a slightly strange feeling.
"Fuuu...♡"
"I'm going crazy..."
A droplet like a water drop fell on the back of my foot. Judging by its slightly sticky texture, that seemed to be semen too.
Even though I caught it with both hands, I couldn't catch it all. Semen that had overflowed beyond what my hands could handle was dripping down.
Just what kind of ejaculation volume was this.
To think that I... received all this with my pussy...
At this level, being raped by a futanari could be considered a life achievement, couldn't it?
My pussy didn't tear even after receiving that monstrously huge cock, and I didn't get pregnant even after receiving this kind of ejaculation.
Maybe I could go around boasting to people about it.
Though being raped isn't something to boast about to anyone...
It was around the time I was lost in such random thoughts while gazing at the semen sloshing in my hand.
Poke...♥
"Ah."
A firm sensation brushed between my thighs.
Needless to say, what was precisely touching the woman's axe mark over my panties was her cock.
The futacock, standing rigidly erect as if it would tear my panties at any moment, split my labia in half, come inside, and violate my insides.
Its stiffness was unbelievable for something that had just ejaculated.
Well, when she raped me, it revived several times and kept thrusting inside me.
It was a futacock that had shown the performance of continuing the rape without pulling the cock out of the pussy even right after ejaculation.
There's no way I could calm down such a monstrous cock just by giving it one handjob.
"You still haven't calmed down, have you?"
After hesitating considerably, she finally nodded.
I could almost see her face trembling with embarrassment. Though I couldn't actually see it.
I brought my hands, which I had momentarily lowered to catch the semen, back to her cock.
Grabbing the still stiff pillar with both hands as before, I slid them-
"Huh?!"
"I'll do it one more time♡"
"Ah♡ Aah♡"
Every time my semen-smeared hands stroked the cock, she let out lewd moans.
Moans of an indescribable feeling, whether it was ecstasy or something else.
A woman... that is, a being like me, letting out that characteristic high-pitched sound when obtaining sexual pleasure.
While the cock was so masculine.
The high-pitched moans flowing from a throat without an Adam's apple, the flawless figure with curves in all the right places, the smooth limbs and pubic area without a single hair.
Except for the one thing, the cock, the body was undeniably feminine.
What should I call it, contradictory, perhaps.
So maybe it looked a little attractive?
'What am I saying...'
I wasn't in my right mind in many ways right now.
I was tired from not being able to sleep properly because I was masturbating, and in the midst of this, unnatural events kept happening one after another, making it hard to keep my wits about me.
So, right after leaving home, I got caught in a back alley and ended up giving a handjob or something like that.
And I was having the strange thought that she, twitching with her cock in my grasp, looked somehow pretty.
"Ah♡ Huh♡ Aah♡"
Using her moans as background music, I vigorously shook the cock.
Squish♥ Squish♥ Squish♥
"You feel like you're going to cum soon, right?"
"Aaah♡"
"You can just cum in my hand this time too... it's okay♡"
"Ahh♡"
Splut splut splut splut♥♥♥♥♥
The futacock ejaculated semen with a force not at all inferior to before.
Having finished its long ejaculation, her cock finally began to subside a bit.
It wasn't completely dead, but at least her sexual desire had been relieved enough to be controlled rationally.
"Are you okay now?"
Shake shake-
She shook her head and thrust her hips forward. As if begging for just a little more because it felt so good.
Her red eyes, filled with a bit of expectation.
I betrayed her expectation with a firm shake of my head.
"No more. You understand that this was already an incredibly unreasonable favor I did for you, right?"
Giving a handjob to someone I met in a back alley.
If I grabbed anyone and explained that this happened, a hundred out of a hundred would likely retort, 'What kind of crazy talk is that?'
An act that far exceeded not only general social norms and moral common sense, but also personal standards of sexual judgment.
Even if, though it's unlikely for me.
Even if I wanted to do more, it wasn't possible now. I was running out of time.
In fact, even now it was incredibly tight. If it dragged on just a little longer, being late was certain.
I went to all this trouble to get to class, but if I ended up late for that very class, it would all be for nothing.
"You won't insist on more, right?"
"......"
She reluctantly acquiesced.
The feeling that she wanted to do more but was holding back for now.
That was enough. I looked down at my two hands, dirtied with semen.
Even though I had emptied them onto the ground once while giving the handjob, the semen was still abundant.
I couldn't go to school or out on the streets looking like this.
Rubbing them against the wall probably wouldn't clean them.
Still, considering all I did for her, I should be able to ask for this much, right?
I thrust my pelvis toward her, who was bowing her head as if somewhat sullen.
"Can you take a handkerchief out of your pocket?"
Without a word, she took a handkerchief from her skirt pocket and handed it to me.
After wiping my semen-smeared hands with it, now the handkerchief became smeared with semen.
"Hmm..."
This would be hard to take with me.
Putting it somewhere would leave that place covered in semen, but aside from that, the smell alone was so unusual that I absolutely couldn't take it with me.
"Here, this."
"?"
"You're the one who came all over it. You take responsibility."
So I passed the handkerchief to her.
"Give it back to me next time we meet, or don't...!"
Taking advantage of her flustered state as she received the handkerchief thoroughly soaked in semen, I made a break for it at full speed.
Ah, while running away, I remembered one thing.
I shouted loudly as I ran away.
"If you're going to give it back, wash it first!!"
It was a crucial issue.
"...What is this."
Looking down at the handkerchief, then at Jin-ah getting farther away.
Looking again at the semen-smeared handkerchief, then staring at her running out of the back alley.
Looking at the handkerchief thoroughly soaked with the semen that came out while she gave me a handjob.
I, Han Chae-eun, thought-
"If I return the handkerchief, will she agree to meet me again?"
Lee Jin-ah. The friend I met for the first time yesterday.
But before that, the person I raped.
I knew her words weren't made with that intention.
I also knew that what I had just done was socially unacceptable, and an act she disliked.
So, what I had forced earlier was an unreasonable request.
But Jin-ah granted my request. Willingly, if not cheerfully, but without much complaint.
She had been suspiciously kind to me.
And somehow, she also seemed to be enjoying it a little.
Although it's a truly audacious thought.
Couldn't I... misunderstand this a little?
Even though we had just parted, I found myself looking forward to the day I would see her again.
Whether at school.
Or in this back alley.