The Gift (3)
"No way... you go over there and suck Tae-yoon's cute little dick..."
"Ah... what the fuck did you say, you bitch?"
Tae-yoon yelled, hurt despite being innocent, but Da-eun was already on her knees in front of Eun-ho. Her hand wrapped around his cock, slick with Eun-chae's juices and semen glistening under the light. Even gripping it with both hands, the glans poked out defiantly. It was on another level entirely from Tae-yoon's, which she'd just had in her mouth moments ago.
"Whoa... Eun-chae, is this for real?"
"I told you... you'll know once you put it in."
Eun-chae giggled, lying beside Eun-ho. Da-eun climbed onto his waist. Her slim waist flared into wide hips that settled over his thighs. She gripped his cock with one hand, pressing the tip to her pussy entrance before slowly lowering her hips.
"Ugh... urgh..."
The moment the glans pushed inside, Da-eun's brows furrowed. She tried to sink lower, but her pussy resisted. Gritting her teeth, she shifted her weight down.
"Aaah...!! Haa..."
Halfway in, Da-eun lost it completely. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing as her mind blanked out. Her low-mileage pussy, already tight, stretched to its absolute limit around the massive intruder for the first time.
"Uwaaaang... ah... ahh... haeut..."
Only beastly moans escaped her. Eun-ho's cock plunged into depths Tae-yoon's could never reach. Eun-ho grabbed her waist and pressed down hard. Fully sheathed, inhuman sounds poured from Da-eun's mouth.
"Keurgh... ugrrrt... ugrut!"
Da-eun's pussy was worlds apart from Eun-chae's. Narrow and clamping tight, it reminded him of Ye-rin's—but without the rhythmic squeezes and releases. It just gripped the whole shaft like a vise.
"Fuck... so goddamn tight..."
Eun-ho started thrusting his hips up and down. Da-eun's body bounced, her small perky breasts jiggling lightly. She braced her hands on his chest, head thrown back as moans spilled out.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaht... ahhhh... haaaang... ahut..."
Each upward thrust sent Da-eun's body flying into the air. She tried to hold steady, but every stab to her deepest spot sapped the strength from her arms.
"Ah... this... is insane..."
Da-eun muttered breathlessly. Her eyes were unfocused. She'd never felt anything like this with Tae-yoon.
The four of them fucked sloppily until the outside grew dark. With each round, the women grew less satisfied with Tae-yoon and kept gravitating toward Eun-ho. Eun-chae's face was always blank after her turns with Tae-yoon, and Da-eun flat-out refused to go back to him. In the end, Tae-yoon tossed both girls to Eun-ho.
"Fuck... take 'em both. I've never been treated like this before."
"Sorry, Tae-yoon... but once you try this dick, there's no going back..."
Eun-chae said it with an apologetic smile, but her body was already crawling toward Eun-ho. He positioned Eun-chae and Da-eun side by side on all fours, their asses raised high on the bed. It felt like practice for devouring Seo-yeon and Ye-rin. Eun-ho alternated—thrusting into Eun-chae's pussy, pulling out, then into Da-eun's—savoring the contrast between the slightly looser grip of Eun-chae's and Da-eun's vise-like squeeze. The novelty brought fresh pleasure.
"Aaht... more in me..."
"Hey... my turn..."
The two women shoved their asses back, competing for his cock. But after his fifth ejaculation, even Eun-ho's dick wouldn't rise again. He'd hit his limit. Afterward, he lay sandwiched between the two women on the narrow bed, hands kneading their breasts. Eun-chae's heavy, weighty tits and Da-eun's small, springy ones offered distinct sensations against his palms. Satisfied after a rare fulfilling fuck, he drifted off.
When he woke, Tae-yoon was on the other bed, roughly pounding the stacked women. His pride wounded from being cast aside, he moved with unusual ferocity. The tennis club sluts have sex drives rivaling Ye-rin's, Eun-ho thought, slipping away quietly.
The next morning, Eun-ho sat on the bench in front of the Women's Dormitory, feeling refreshed. With phone use banned at Donghae Comprehensive Sports University, meeting girls required verbal promises or intermediaries. But he'd already set things up with Ye-rin, so until the appointed time, he gazed at the sky, savoring the afterglow of yesterday's sex.
"Huh!? Eun-ho, you're out early..."
Turning toward Ye-rin's voice, he saw she wasn't alone—Seo-yeon walked out with her.
"Huh? What's Seo-yeon doing here?"
Seo-yeon shot him a sharp glare.
"Seo-yeon made this weird request, but I thought you needed to talk, so we came together."
"What request?"
Eun-ho played dumb despite knowing. Seo-yeon sighed and spoke.
"First, should we move? Too many people here..."
Ye-rin nodded too.
"Yeah, where to? The warehouse?"
"Heh... eager, huh? Not yet... let's hit the cafe."
Eun-ho's heart raced, thinking it might be a 3P, but it didn't seem so. Truth be told, yesterday's excess had left him a bit drained anyway.
"So, you want to fuck me and Ye-rin together? And you knew about her cheating with Woo-hyun..."
At Seo-yeon's words, Ye-rin flushed red and bowed her head.
"Yeah, you three have done it, right? Why can't I join?"
"Heh... what, is this a competition?"
"And you—couldn't stop Ye-rin from cheating, but you're enjoying it? What kind of boyfriend are you?"
Seo-yeon and Eun-ho had already hashed it out privately, but with Ye-rin there, they kept up the act.
"I was pissed at first, but I didn't want to break up with Woo-hyun... that's all."
"Haa... so you kept your mouth shut to me to avoid messing things up?"
"Sorry... I wanted to tell you, but Ye-rin insisted no."
Ye-rin avoided Eun-ho's gaze preemptively.
"Do you know how betrayed I felt? So, what now?"
"I get it... but I have conditions."
"Conditions? You think you're in a position to make demands right now?"
"I didn't do anything that wrong to you. From my side, I didn't have to tell you... Ye-rin's wishes mattered to me too."
"Haa... fine, what's your condition?"
"Simple. Bring Woo-hyun too."
"What? You've been fucking as a trio just fine, but now that I want in, you call Woo-hyun? Never invited me once, and you think I'll agree?"
"Yeah... you will."
"Why?"
Seo-yeon smiled, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Because it'll turn you on even more..."
Eun-ho was already imagining it—Woo-hyun's cock sliding into Ye-rin's pussy right beside him. He'd been toying with the idea of swapping anyway. Taking both at once was pure pride, though. He pondered. Stroke his ego, get revenge on Woo-hyun if possible, and watch that scene.
"Then let's do this..."
Ye-rin finally looked up at his words.
"You two come to my room first... have Woo-hyun show up an hour later. If that's the deal, I'll allow it."
"Heh... classic Eun-ho."
Seo-yeon seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.
"So, you in?"
"Got it... I'll do that. Ye-rin, okay with you?"
"Uh? Me? Whatever Eun-ho says is fine..."
"When? Today might be tough."
"Next Saturday afternoon, my room. Got it? And Woo-hyun exactly one hour late—no forgetting!"
"Yeah, deal... but no regrets? Woo-hyun's your best friend."
"Best friend, yeah... the best friend who fucked my best friend's girl..."
The words stabbed his chest—they applied to him too. What to call this tangled mess where they each devoured the other's woman? Eun-ho had no name for it.
"Heh..."
Seo-yeon gave a meaningful look, then laughed.
A new week began, and Eun-ho threw himself into morning-to-afternoon training as usual. Sweat soaked his judogi. Throws, pins, and joint locks—his daily grind pushing his body to the brink. He still struggled against seniors in sparring, but dominated his peers. The women's judo team was on a hot streak lately, so no visits from them to the men's side. But with the mixed team event this Friday, Eun-ho felt a thrill at the thought of seeing them nude. If nothing went wrong, he'd get another look at Han So-yul's body.
After training, he ate dinner with his classmates. He got along well with them. As the strongest, he felt like the leader, but Seo Jin-woo—the freshman medalist from year one—drew their envy. Eun-ho didn't love that. It irked him that Jin-woo had claimed a medal he hadn't yet. Instead, Jin-woo caught flak from seniors and endured bullying, so Eun-ho always tried to look out for him.
"Jin-woo, seniors still giving you shit?"
"Nah, it's fine. Nothing much."
Jin-woo wasn't one for long talks. He endured silently, never showing weakness. Even eating was plain—spoon in, out, no frills.
"Fucking assholes... tell me if they mess with you again. You know I'm tight with the coach."
"Yeah, thanks."
Eun-ho glanced at him and ate. With Jin-woo so passive, there was little he could do. You can't force help on someone who refuses it.
Finishing up, Eun-ho headed back to the dorm when someone smacked his back. Turning, he saw Eun-chae—the tennis club girl he'd fucked over the weekend. Her tanned skin glowed deeper in the evening sunset. She wore training clothes with a racket bag slung over her shoulder.
"Hey, Eun-ho."
"Hey, Eun-chae."
"Got a sec?"
"Huh? What's up?"
"Follow me for a bit..."
"Sure."
Eun-ho sent his classmates ahead and trailed her. They shot envious looks at the girl approaching him first. Jin-woo just walked off expressionless.