First Weekend (3): The First Touch and the Abyss
Even before this situation crashed down on me, I had masturbated almost every day since the first time I grabbed and shook a cock that wasn’t even fully grown and could only make tteokbokki. Yet never once in my life had I imagined the day would come when I would be holding another person’s dick.
Agh…
The instant I closed my hand around Bella’s monstrous organ, the heat nearly made me drop it. And then—
It’s so hard.
It was clearly flesh, yet rigid, carrying that distinctive spongy firmness of erect erectile tissue, utterly different from muscle. On top of that, the precum that had leaked out while Bella touched herself alone left it strangely sticky. The sudden, visceral realization that I was gripping someone else’s cock hit me like a truck, and reality came crashing down.
Was I an idiot? Why the hell was I doing this on a precious day off?
“Hah…”
All I had done was simply take hold of it, yet Bella let out a moan as if even that felt incredible.
“Miss Gyeoul’s fingers… they’re so soft…”
Agh, seriously…!
If she was going to enjoy it that much, there was no way I could stop now. But I did want to touch it, something inside me protested. I immediately shut it up with a resounding Shut the fuck up!
What was there to touch? Touching a dick would only ever be dickish. Why would I bother with something so thick my fingers couldn’t wrap around it, longer than my palm, reeking of that pungent cock-scent from beneath the foreskin covering the glans? Touching it risked burning my hand, and if I actually made it cum like this, it felt like I might miraculously get pregnant through my palm. What was the point?
“…I’m going to move now.”
I gripped it with what felt like a natural strength and began stroking at a natural pace. Bella immediately bucked her hips, drowning in pleasure.
“Hah!? Uh, huaa…!”
I was clearly touching a cock, yet the moans pouring into my ears belonged to a woman savoring ecstasy. It felt like my brain was about to short-circuit. Still, the saving grace was that giving a handjob was easier than I expected. At this rate, she would cum soon.
Maybe… this is actually fun.
This wasn’t embarrassing or strange. When there was a clear goal and you could achieve it simply and easily, it was usually enjoyable. Even though I was still a man in my heart, feeling a flicker of pride at being able to make a cock far larger and thicker than my original one ejaculate so effortlessly wasn’t strange at all. Right?
Anyway, that was that.
Time to make her cum.
When I masturbated alone, I would slowly warm up while watching porn or playing eroge, then stroke gently for a minute or two before smacking it hard when I couldn’t hold back any longer. How long had I been doing this with Bella’s… um…?
“Uh, haa… haa…”
Hearing Bella’s moans again, I realized I had become utterly absorbed in the act. One hand gripped the shaft, stroking back and forth, while the other slowly caressed the base and balls. The scorching heat of the cock, the unique texture of the pubic hair, the smoother, cooler feel of the balls—I was experiencing every detail, teasing them with both hands.
“Huu…♡”
I only then noticed how hot my own breath had become. The entire time, the pungent scent rising from her groin and the fishy aroma of precum had been teasing my nose.
No. I was a man. There was no way the smell of cock could excite me or send me into heat. Right? It was all in my head. The hot breath, the way my gaze had been glued to her cock since earlier, the sloppy wetness between my thighs—everything was just my imagination. Right?
Cum already.
Suddenly irritated, I began stroking Bella’s cock with genuine intensity. I squeezed tightly just beneath the glans—the spot that built up the urge to ejaculate—and smacked it in short, rapid bursts. Smack! Smack smack smack!
“Hah!?”
Startled by my sudden change in rhythm, Bella sucked in a sharp breath.
“W-wait, if you do it like that, I-I’ll…!”
But while her mind resisted, her body—specifically her cock—had already crossed the threshold. Her hips trembled as if trying to thrust into my hand. Maintaining the same speed, I rapidly stroked the sensitive frenulum area.
“Cumming…!!”
With a sob-like moan, thick white fluid erupted from the tip of Bella’s cock. Splurt!
Because I had been staring at it without moving, the first powerful jet struck my face directly. Then another. Splurt! Splurt…! Splurt…! Each impact felt like being whipped across the face by a hot, thin rope.
Semen hit my cheek. When it lashed my brow and I squeezed my eyes shut, the next spurt shot straight into my nose. The thick, distinctive smell of cum flooded my mind. The overflowing semen touched my lips. It tickled them. The semen was caressing my face. My already feverish breath grew even hotter. The scent of cum filled my head completely.
“Haa, haa…”
Having finished her satisfying climax, Bella slumped, catching her breath.
“Th-thank you, Miss Gyeoul. Thanks to you, I really—”
“Get out.”
“M-Miss Gyeoul? I’m sorry for cumming so suddenly—”
“Get out!! Just get out right now!!”
Bella kept apologizing even as she was chased away, but I had zero composure left to consider her feelings or position. My thoughts refused to function. My head was spinning, pounding in time with my racing heartbeat as if it might explode.
When I yanked down the pants and panties the dean had given me with both hands, a thick, unmistakably feminine scent exploded into the room—strong enough for even me to notice. The panties were drenched, and sticky strands of pussy juice stretched from the fabric to my skin. The overflow had even run down to my thighs, creating thin, glistening silver threads there too.
“Haa♡ Huaaa♡”
My thoughts had completely stopped. Most of my brain had powered down, leaving me nothing but a slave and prisoner to lust. My fingers slid down between my spread legs. Past the plump mound of my lower belly, over the thick, soft pussy lips, to the clitoris standing rigidly erect beneath its hood. I flicked the most sensitive spot with my fingertip. Poke♡
“Ughkeueug…!!♡♡”
Lightning pleasure raced up my spine and incinerated my mind. My tongue lolled out of my mouth on its own, and my eyes forgot how to focus, glazing over.
“Heh♡ Uh, kkeuehe♡”
With my tongue hanging slack, I rubbed the clitoris—far more sensitive than any cock. I crushed the entire thing without pulling back the hood and swirled it around, the classic masturbation technique of a shameless pussy slut. Pleasure skyrocketed instantly, shattering the threshold for climax.
“♡♡”
Ecstasy exploded inside my skull. The pleasure was detonating my brain. I couldn’t tell which was causing which anymore. My pussy hole convulsed, clenching and relaxing repeatedly, while the same contractions made my asshole—now free of any dirty function—twitch and squeeze shut.
“Uh, hue♡”
A guttural sound scraped from my throat. In other words, raw vocal resonance. It wasn’t intentional; the noise was being dragged up from deep in my belly.
And before the climax could even fade, my fingers were moving again.
“Ah, no♡”
What? Me, a dick. A dick. Because of a dick? My head wouldn’t work. That’s right. Since I was a man, I shouldn’t be doing this kind of slutty female masturbation, right?
To pinch the root of my perky clit between thumb and forefinger, I first pressed the flesh beside it firmly. The full length of my exposed clitoris was about half a fingernail’s length. From that state, if I closed my thumb and index finger around the base—
“Ughueuk…!!”
A tingling, electric pleasure. The moment I pinched the root, sparks shot from the entire clit straight to my womb. Throb♡ Throbthrob♡ My hand began moving on its own.
“Haak♡ Huak♡”
Swirling, squeezing♡ From the root to the very tip, gripping tight♡
“Ahkeuk…!!”
Climax. So easily, so simply—climax♡ What a pathetic female body♡ A worthless bitch who couldn’t last ten seconds, legs flailing like an idiot♡ Inferior gender cursed with a pussy♡
“Huak♡ Hek♡ Kkeuhek♡”
Insults echoed wildly through my mind. Degrading myself, and within that degradation the pleasure grew even sweeter. And my fingers never stopped. The earlier stimulation of my clit root had made the inside of my pussy throb as well. One hand continued crushing and rubbing my clit mercilessly while the other pushed a middle finger into my hole.
“Huaaa…♡”
Even though it was my own finger, the foreign sensation of something entering me was overwhelming. At the same time, I realized just how obscenely lewd my pussy was. This was the first time I had ever put a finger inside it. And now I understood how monstrous it truly was.
The dense, intricate vaginal walls immediately clenched tight♡ around my finger as if mistaking it for a cock, acting coquettish. The hole gripped with perfect pressure—neither too tight nor too loose—like a courtesan carefully placing just the right weight on a client’s shoulder while teasing him. Moreover, on the upper wall, in the direction of my stomach, there was a distinctly bumpy texture separate from the folds. When I pressed my finger against that spot, I could clearly feel blood vessels and a pulsing heartbeat. Curious, I rubbed it.
“Kkuk…!?!? Heek♡♡ Kkeugeuk—!? Hit, heuhit♡”
I had found it—my G-spot.