Sex Practice
"Haaang, ahng, haaaang…!"
"Haah… haah…."
Every single time the dildo thrust into my pussy, my consciousness would flicker out and snap back again. My slightly parted lips were busy spilling hoarse, lewd cries between rough gasps, while my half-lidded, hazy eyes could only follow Han-na's face. But all of it was purely instinctive. My mind, overloaded and glitching, had gone completely white.
I was nothing more than a broken onahole lying there, body rocking back and forth every time Han-na moved her hips. That was my current state.
"Haah, haah…. Seon-ah, open your mouth."
"Hauup… chu, chuuup… chuuup…."
At the sound of Han-na's voice I reflexively opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue. I savored the hot, plush tongue that toyed with every inch of my mouth, greedily swallowing the saliva that pooled inside. It was a little sticky… but so sweet and soft….
I caught Han-na's tongue between my lips and sucked hard, craving more of her spit. I chased that teasing trickle, desperate to drink every drop.
"Mmm, chuuup, chuuop, chuuuk…."
My pussy kept making loud, wet squelch-squelch noises as juices poured out of me, while my mouth-pussy made wet chuu-chuu sounds as I drank Han-na's saliva. This was the greatest happiness a bitch like me could ever know….
I was grinning like an idiot, face a mess of tears and drool, when suddenly—
"Haeuk…!"
Han-na slammed her hips down hard, driving the dildo all the way to the root. The impact felt like it rattled my organs, jolting my foggy mind back to clarity in an instant.
"Haah, haah… haah…."
Behind me I could feel the bed, soaked through with a liquid that reeked of sex and our combined scents. In front of me was Han-na, drenched in sweat, bracing herself on the bed with both arms.
…She must be tired. Of course she needs a break.
All I had to do was lie here and offer my pussy, but Han-na had been doing all the work on top of me. How exhausting that must have been. My arms trembled as I wrapped them around her back and pressed my lips to her ear with a soft chu.
"Let's take a little break and drink some water… okay?"
"Huu… Yeah. Let's do that."
Han-na answered by pressing her own lips to my ear in a gentle chu, then slid her arms under my back and pulled me into a tight embrace.
Aah…. The pressure squeezing me from both inside and out made me scream with silent joy. But the sound was cut short when Han-na suddenly lifted my upper body.
"Uh… ah?"
"…Let's go to the kitchen like this."
"Eek?!"
Still impaled on the dildo, I was lifted into her arms as she stood up. I could only cling to her like a carried bitch, letting my exhausted body rest completely against hers.
"Heuk, hauk, hak, haak…."
Every step she took ground my clit against her firm lower belly. The dildo, bearing my full weight, stretched my insides and lifted my guts with every heavy thump. Fresh pleasure bloomed again; I clenched my pussy tight and came softly, nibbling and licking at Han-na's neck like a needy animal.
…So this is what it feels like to be carried like a bitch. Completely surrendering everything, used like a tool. No… more like an accessory. Less than a bitch… just a cute little decoration….
"We're in the kitchen."
While I was lost in happy fantasies with my arms around her neck, I heard the refrigerator door open behind me. Then came the click of a water bottle cap, followed by the sound of Han-na gulping it down.
…Come to think of it, I'm thirsty too.
"Han-na… I want some water too…."
"Open your mouth."
I pulled my upper body back a little and opened wide. Han-na lifted the bottle to her own mouth, then leaned in. I wiggled my tongue cutely from side to side like a baby bird begging to be fed.
"Mmm… gulp, gulp, gulp…."
I swallowed the cold water she passed me mouth-to-mouth, our tongues tangling together. Once it was all gone I licked the inside of her mouth clean, sucking on her lips and tongue until I'd stolen every last drop.
"Heu…."
I showed her the sweet water still pooled on my tongue, then swallowed it with an audible gulp. Smiling happily, I nestled back into her arms and rubbed my drenched mound against her lower belly.
"Let's go back to the bed and… continue our sex practice… okay?"
"…Let's just do it here."
Han-na released her supporting grip, pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a wet pop, and set me down on the floor. She steadied my wobbling body and bent me over the table, folding me into a perfect L-shape. Then she grabbed my waist with both hands and lifted me clean off the ground.
"Huu-euk…!"
The dildo speared back inside me to the hilt in one smooth thrust. In missionary it had felt like it was lifting my womb from below, but this angle was completely different. The head of the dildo stretched the deepest part of my vaginal wall toward my spine, creating an entirely new kind of dizzying pleasure.
I rubbed my face against the table, drooling helplessly as that new sensation raced up my back. Han-na's toned, slightly rounded lower belly pressed firmly against my ass. It was so smooth and soft despite all the muscle from sports.
"Hauit… huu-eung…."
I swayed my hips side to side, savoring the feeling. Just knowing I was dirtying the place where Han-na's precious baby would one day grow—the place meant for the child she'd have with the person she loved—made my waist tremble as another orgasm crashed through me.
I shamelessly shook my hips in the air while my lower mouth drooled out the precious water Han-na had fed me from above. My mind was melting.
"Huu…. Ready to start again?"
"Haak, haaang… haaaang…!"
With a low sigh, Han-na began thrusting back and forth. The dildo rubbed every fold inside me as if trying to iron them flat, spearing deep enough to pierce straight through my body. Each time it slammed against my cervix my mind exploded. Every wet slap-slap-slap of my ass against her belly sent me spiraling into climax, my lower back quivering.
My dangling legs swung like a pendulum. My upper body bounced on the table. My breasts and nipples, crushed and rubbed against the hard surface, only amplified the pleasure surging from my pussy.
"Ahng, haaang… H-Han-na, Han-naa…!"
My tongue had completely loosened. I kept calling her name in sloppy, broken moans. Hearing myself say it made the reality of what we were doing—practicing sex with Han-na—feel even more intense. The owner brutally fucking my pussy from behind was my precious friend, Kim Han-na. That fact burned itself into my mind again.
Smack!
"Hau-eut…!"
Han-na answered my cries by slapping my ass hard with her palm. Sharp pain flashed through me like sparks. My pussy, which had gone completely limp from the long session, suddenly clenched tight from the sting. The dildo scraping my inner walls felt ten times more intense.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Hueut, huu-eung… huu-eeuut…!"
My ass was spanked over and over, making my hypersensitive pussy spasm around the thrusting dildo. The lewd sound of her hand striking my ass only made me wetter. Excitement kept climbing higher and higher.
I tried to grit my teeth, thinking I'd lose my mind if this continued, but I was already too far gone—rubbing my drooling, ecstatic face against the table without even realizing it.
"Huu…."
With a quiet sigh from Han-na, the dildo slowly withdrew from my pussy, stopping with just the head hooked at my entrance.
No, this isn't pulling out… it's the opposite….
I smiled in rapture and clenched my pussy as hard as I could. I wanted to feel every inch of that thrust even more clearly. I wanted my slick walls to rub against it so intensely that I'd cum again the moment it slammed back in.
Just as Han-na's dildo was about to drive back inside me—
Ding-dong—
"…Huh?"
The doorbell rang from the entrance. Who could it be at this hour?
…Is it Eun-jung?
Han-na must have had the same thought. She yanked the dildo out of my desperately clenching pussy with a wet pop and helped me stand up from the table.
"Let's go see."
"Okay…."
I was drenched in sweat from head to toe, pussy still leaking a steady stream of juices. Han-na was wearing only a black T-panty with the dildo—glistening with my lewd fluids—still attached. We walked to the front door side by side.
Clothes didn't matter… Eun-jung had already seen me in lingerie plenty of times….
But the person visible through the peephole wasn't Eun-jung.
"…Class president?"
"Ah, Seon-ah. You looked really unwell at school today, so I came to check on you… Could you open the door?"