Clumsy Sex with the Sex-Newbie Noona (2)
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
With the clumsy snap of her wrist, the quiet sound of Ia Ris's hand striking lightly against my lower abdomen echoed softly. Her hand, gripping and stroking my cock, was filled with love and care, but it sorely lacked the most crucial technique. And since it was me, not her, who noticed the deficiency, she gazed up at me with eyes brimming with expectation and asked shyly.
"How is it? Paster, do you feel like you're going to cum? Does my handjob make you want to shoot your load?"
Is this the peak of ignorance that beginners are supposed to hit? Honestly, her clueless confidence was pretty cute, but cute is cute, and this is this. She was a total newbie who'd just lost her virginity today herself, yet here she was, nose held high because it was my first time too.
I glanced at the bedroom clock, then flashed her a relaxed smile amid her awkward handjob, replying in a somewhat cold tone.
"Two minutes left, Noona. Keep this up, and time's gonna run out."
"...Eut!"
That was my roundabout way of saying there was no way in hell she'd satisfy me in under three minutes. Ia Ris, the most socially experienced among Liar's Trap's female S-rank awakeners, caught my meaning instantly, and any leisure vanished from her face.
What? What the hell? I learned guys love this! Why does Paster look totally unfazed? He's a virgin newbie too!
For Ia Ris—who'd soaked her panties and stockings just from pressing my cock against her abdomen to measure its length and cumming— this was unacceptable. But unacceptable or not, time marched on, so she scrambled for another way to milk the cum from my dick.
Sex is out. I'm not mentally ready yet—if that monstrous ultimate cock pierces my virgin pussy, I'll scream like a slut and pass out from orgasmic defeat. My dignity as the older sister will fly out the window, and Paster won't see me as a reliable noona anymore.
Maintaining that deep-seated "reliable noona" position was non-negotiable for her, so no sex until she was prepared. Then what? How could she satisfy this dick that made her pussy drool just from a palm grip?
It bruised her pride, but handjobs were a no-go. She'd master the technique later. So what else? What options did a sex newbie like her have?
Her thoughts were as sharp as any seasoned S-rank awakener's, but entirely devoted to pleasing my cock. The judgment that had lifted her from slum rat to queen of luxury was now laser-focused on extracting semen.
A woman's arsenal for satisfying a man: mouth, hands, tits, pussy, ass, feet. Mouth, hands, feet—technique lacking, out. Pussy and ass—I couldn't endure them, out. Left with... tits.
And what could she do with tits...? Lightning struck her mind with a boom.
Right, that!
Her instincts and judgment screamed it would work. Convinced, she moved without hesitation.
"Paster, if hands won't satisfy you... how about these?"
Releasing my cock, she hiked up her sleeveless blouse, revealing her massive breasts cradled in a white bra.
If my ultimate cock existed to conquer and subdue women, her tits were a cock-teasing trap factory.
"Noona's gonna rub Paster's cock with these from both sides... ♡ Rub-rub it nice and good ♡ Think that'll satisfy you?"
"......"
Even bigger than Ska's rocket tits—famous for bursting forth—her mega-melons made my previously bored gaze sharpen. Shock, surprise, a hint of anticipation. Her lips curved triumphantly.
Y-yes! Even Paster can't look away from tits! This time, I'll satisfy his cock!
While she brimmed with confidence, I was genuinely stunned by the sheer size.
Wait, this big? Ia Noona's tits were this big?
It'd been nearly two years since we met, but this was my first time seeing her bare tits in a bra. I'd thought Ska's were the world's biggest—like a supernova, Ia Ris's shattered that illusion, teaching me the world is wide and big tits abound. My horizons broadened; I matured a bit.
Ska's are huge, sure, but not the biggest. The real biggest... are Ia Noona's...
Now, if pressed to sign, I'd boldly declare "Ska's tits are just decent-sized." Her doctor coat and light blouses had hidden their glory.
"S-so... should I take off the br-bra too? ♡"
"...!?"
Lacing her voice with seduction, she unhooked the front clasp. The final seal broke; her perfect tits debuted before a man.
Thump. Jiggle.
I'd thought they topped Ska's even bra-bound, but freed, they obliterated her from my mind. My hippocampus overflowed with Ia Ris's alone.
Ska's... what? Ska who? Tits? Eh, Ska's are decent enough. Anyway, gotta memorize these tits now. No distractions.
Thus, Ska's "latex cleavage flaunt op" to excite me into ravaging her—"You slutty bitch, teasing me daily! It's your fault with those vulgar huge tits and ass!"—went up in smoke. Not that I knew, and success odds were near zero anyway.
I erased all other tits from my mind, imprinting hers on eyes, brain, heart. Perfect size, shape, form—S-rank tits incarnate, symbols of maternal white purity. Like her facing my cock, I swallowed hard unconsciously.
"Gulp..."
"Ah... ♡"
The instinctive gulp was audible; S-rank hearing missed nothing. Seeing me pant and swallow at her tits made her pussy throb as she grinned.
Paster just gulped looking at my tits. Eee... ♡ Before him, I thought they were just uselessly huge. Even considered reduction surgery. Glad I didn't ♡
If reduced and meeting me now, Ska's would still reign supreme. Unimaginable horror for her—she inwardly thanked past self deeply.
"Huu... ♡ S-so anyway. I'll slide Paster's cock into my cleavage and rub-rub it for you?"
Past gratitude faded fast. Time ticked; she had to make me cum before three minutes. Exposing tits, savoring my reactions, unhooking bra, savoring more—another minute gone. No time left.
To endure sex with Paster, I need control...!
Even before her ultimate tits, I had some leeway—unlike her, zero confidence against my cock. Her defeat-orgasm was inevitable; her goal: drain it first, delay the loss.
"Noona's fluffy tits ♡ gonna pat-pat your hard cock nice ♡ nice ♡ good boy ♡"
Face flushed with arousal, she pressed her pale, huge, soft, springy tits around my cock from both sides.
The moment her tit-pussy engulfed it, we clenched our teeth for different reasons.
"Kgh...!?"
"Hiiik...!?"
For me, S-rank tits beyond norms—soft yet firm hydraulic pressure caught me off-guard; I gritted hard. But just surprise, more bearable than Ska's pussy; clenching my ass saved me from humiliation.
"Haa ♡ haa ♡ P-Paster's cock... ♡ p-poking my tits deep ♡"
But she couldn't overcome like me. Attacking yet feeling defeat-deep in her tits? One reason.
"P-Paster... ♡ Wh-what do I dooo ♡ M-my tits are my weak spot ♡"
Those mega-tits were her weakness. Precisely, wherever my cock touched became one.
"Huu ♡ haa ♡ Nooo ♡ Gotta train Paster's cock with my tits ♡ Discipline it so it doesn't rebel later ♡"
Words meant for her mind spilled out unnoticed as she frantically tit-fucked me. But dull pleasure throbbed heart and womb; pauses from ecstasy outlasted motion. After three tit-pussy orgasms doing nothing, she finally stopped.
"Haa... huuu. Three minutes up, Noona. Lie down now."
Not by choice—by force. At my deadline call, she came lightly yet stroked desperately.
"N-nooo ♡ I-I'll rub-rub tighter ♡ Noona'll work hard, sooo hard ♡ F-five more minutes pleeease ♡"
Started to preserve elder dignity, but it only heightened sensitivity. Begging for five more minutes sealed it—her hard-fought dignity crumbled. Ultimate self-sabotage. Her "strongest tits paizuri" victory plan just made her a pathetic loser.
"G-good boy ♡ so pretty ♡ Noona's fluffy tits gonna pat-pat our lil bro cock nice ♡ You'll listen to Noona, right, good Paster...?"
Her half-melted face pleaded desperately. Pitiful enough for any man to yield—keep tit-fucking through orgasms, begging.
"What're you saying? Hurry and lift your skirt. A promise is a promise."
But lacking mercy makes me Paster.
"Uuu ♡ Y-you're too mean ♡"
At my firm, warm command, thinking I'm screwed, she smirked and hiked her skirt.