Whose Pussy Is This?
The bedroom echoed with Hanna’s ragged breathing and my melting moans that night.
“Haa… haa…”
“Uht… hnnngh…! Huuuuung♡”
Every time Hanna thrust her hips, the massive dildo strapped around her waist drove deep into my pussy. It stretched my narrow passage to its limit, then pressed firmly against my soft cervix before forcing the vaginal walls aside and burrowing even deeper.
The moment it felt like my lower body was being skewered straight through to my guts, a dizzying wave of pleasure surged from the walls being forcibly stretched around the dildo’s head.
“Hauk, hak, haaaak…!”
The overwhelming ecstasy threatened to shatter my mind. On pure instinct I reached forward, trying to crawl away. But Hanna simply shoved my head back down onto the bed, buried the dildo to the hilt inside me, and began grinding her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
“――――――!!”
The thick shaft that had already reached the back of my womb twisted and churned inside me, stretching my taut inner walls even further. Its hard surface scraped roughly over every sensitive ridge, sending brutal pleasure racing along my nerves and wracking my body. Each rotation of the pointed tip ground against my folds until it felt like they would wear away, igniting every nerve near my vaginal walls in blinding white heat.
“Huuk, huk, huuuuk…♡”
My pussy clenched and fluttered wildly, squirting clear juices in messy spurts like it was broken. With Hanna’s lower belly pressed flush against my ass, the enormous dildo buried to its deepest point, I wore a stupid, fucked-out expression and came again and again without pause.
“Huu…”
Hanna caught her breath in that position, then rose again. She seized both my wrists, yanked them back, and began slamming her hips forward with renewed violence. The force of her pulling me backward collided with the brutal forward thrust of her waist. Wet slaps rang out—clap, clap—as the dildo pounded even harder into my core.
My upper body was arched like a bow, massive breasts swinging heavily through the air, tiny droplets of sweat flying everywhere. Every time the dildo lifted my insides through my vaginal walls, a pleasure so intense it felt like my body would truly break crashed over me.
“Oohk, ok♡ Oook…♡”
Pathetic, ugly moans spilled from my lips no matter how much I didn’t want Hanna to hear them. My pleasure-drunk body had long stopped obeying me. Instead it shamelessly pushed my ass back to meet her thrusts, displaying the cheap, bitch-like behavior I should never show in front of my friend.
Yet Hanna seemed to love it. She slapped my ass sharply again and again, driving her piston even harder. My womb was pounded upward over and over until—
“Ah, guuuuhk♡”
—a climax so violent it felt like my lungs were being crushed finally tore through me. Only then did Hanna release my arms. My upper body collapsed forward, face burying halfway into the soft comforter.
“Heh… hek, hek, heeek…”
With completely unfocused eyes I stared blankly into space, drooling sticky saliva while gasping for air. After hours of pleasure forcibly crammed into my brain, my mind had gone pure white. I had become a complete idiot who could think of nothing except the thick dildo my pussy was still greedily clenching.
Hanna lowered her sweat-slicked body over mine, caught her breath, and whispered softly into my ear.
“…Seon-ah. Whose pussy is this?”
Whose pussy…?
…Whose was it again?
My stupid, hazy brain was still trying to answer when Hanna pressed her lower belly tight against my ass and began rocking her hips in tiny, teasing thrusts.
“Heuuu♡ Hek, heeek…♡”
Fresh pleasure crackled through my recently calmed pussy. My hips twitched violently and every thought I’d been trying to form was instantly blown away.
“Answer me quickly. Seon-ah’s pussy… belongs to Kim Hanna, right?”
She tugged my hair just enough to lift my melted, fucked-out face out of the blanket and stared down at me with those dark eyes. I gazed blankly at her strong yet strangely anxious gaze, then gave a dreamy, blissful smile and nodded.
Right after that, the accumulated exhaustion finally won. I slumped forward and passed out completely.
“Uuu…”
My whole body creaked as I forced my heavy eyelids open. Since the exams had ended yesterday and so many things had happened afterward, I must have passed out the moment my head hit the pillow.
What time is it now?
Still half-asleep, I groped around for my phone when I suddenly felt something soft and warm beside me.
“…Hm?”
I turned my head and saw Hanna sleeping peacefully with an angelic expression. She was still here.
I gently brushed aside the golden strands of hair that had fallen across her face like silk threads and recalled last night’s intense pussy special training.
Kim Hanna, ruthlessly slamming that thick dildo into my pussy and pounding her hips like she was actually having sex. At first I had simply lain beneath her, whimpering and enjoying it, but after hours of nonstop orgasms being hammered into my brain, I had half-lost my mind and completely let go.
“…Sigh.”
I glanced sideways at the culprit behind all this—the black T-panty resting on the bedside table. Or rather, the strap-on T-panty with the dildo attachment. The cute, feminine design had a silver ring in front that could be tightened or loosened. Any dildo could be inserted and locked in place.
I actually really liked the one Hanna sometimes used. Visually it did look a little strange on a girl, but the advantage was that she could use her hips freely while both hands remained available. She could hold my hands tightly, knead my breasts, pinch my nipples, grab my face and kiss me—there was so much more skinship.
And for someone like me, whose pussy was constantly being touched by friends under the pretense of pussy management yet who never actually got to have real pussy-to-pussy sex, this was the only tool that could satisfy my sticky, perverted desire to be fucked.
When I thought about it that way, I suddenly felt a little sorry for Hanna. She was doing this as practice so that someday, when I had real sex with a man, I’d be prepared… yet here I was, casually using her training as a mere substitute for the real thing.
Still… it was technically practice for sex, so…
“…”
Feeling a pang of guilt, I quickly got out of bed. Since Hanna had worked so hard giving me pussy training yesterday, the least I could do was make her a delicious breakfast this morning.
After eating breakfast with a sleepy-eyed Hanna who had woken up late, we hurried to the Academy.
“…See you at lunch.”
“Yeah. See you then.”
“Oh, and…”
“Hm?”
We had just reached the front of the classroom and were about to part ways when Hanna trailed off and suddenly grabbed me.
“Are you free this afternoon?”
“Umm… I don’t have any plans.”
Eun-jung had only mentioned going to a private beach with some classmates on the weekend, and no one else had suggested anything, as far as I remembered.
“Then let’s go buy something together.”
“Shopping? Sure… Should we ask Eun-jung to come too?”
“No. Just the two of us.”
Just the two of us.
The strangely intimate sound of those words made my cheeks flush without me realizing it.
“…Okay. Let’s go together after class.”
Hanna gave a small laugh at my shy reaction, pulled me into a tight hug, then strode off down the hallway.
…Maybe I should ask one of the girls in class to do my makeup before the Academy day ends.
I ran my fingers through my slightly messy short hair and slowly entered the classroom.
“Ugh, I already want to go home…!”
“My bed is still floating in front of my eyes.”
“Stop whining. After class, let’s go look at swimsuits. Sound good?”
Since it was the day after exams, the classroom was lively with groups of friends chatting noisily. Perfect. I quickly dropped my bag at my desk, pulled out the shortened, revealing version of my school skirt I used for exposure play, and quietly slipped out of the room toward the bathroom.
I had no idea that some of the friends who had been talking loudly were now silently watching the door I had just exited through.