The First Threesome: Ye-rin's Jealousy Cracks
As soon as the weekend hit on Saturday, Eun-ho chased his roommate Tae-yoon out. "Get lost. Don't come back until dinner."
Tae-yoon opened his mouth to protest but clamped it shut again. He'd tried multiple times to mend things with gifts, but one word from Eun-ho and he still fell silent, obeying like a whipped dog. It wasn't like he hadn't been caught—he had been, forcing himself on Ye-rin, and that guilt clung to him like a shadow he couldn't shake.
The moment Tae-yoon grabbed his coat and shuffled out, Eun-ho bolted for the shower. Under the steaming spray, he scrubbed his cock clean. He'd waited a whole week for this. He'd fucked Ye-rin and Seo-yeon separately more times than he could count, but together? This was uncharted territory.
He toweled off roughly, slipped on just his trunks, and plopped onto the bed. A glance at the clock: five minutes until showtime. His heart raced—not from nerves, but raw anticipation.
Knock knock knock.
Eun-ho flashed a wide grin and yanked the door open. There they were: Ye-rin, head dipped low, avoiding his eyes; Seo-yeon, smirking with that upward curl of her lips. The temperature difference between them was stark.
"Perfect timing. Come on in."
He swung the door wide. Seo-yeon sauntered inside first, Ye-rin trailing behind. The door clicked shut, and Ye-rin flinched at the sound. They had just one hour before Woo-hyun showed up. No time to waste.
Without hesitation, Eun-ho shucked his trunks. His half-hard cock sprang free, bobbing above his thigh.
"You two too. Strip."
Seo-yeon nodded slightly, fingers already on her jacket zipper. Ye-rin? Frozen, fingers laced together, shooting Seo-yeon a worried glance.
"Seo-yeon, you okay? Won't Woo-hyun get mad?"
"Who knows..."
Before she could finish, Eun-ho cut in, voice edged like a blade. "Woo-hyun getting mad? Don't forget he started this shit."
Ye-rin's words grated. She fucked Woo-hyun without a second thought, but worried about Seo-yeon with him? Bullshit.
Ignoring Ye-rin, he closed in on Seo-yeon. Zipped her jacket all the way down, peeled it off her shoulders.
"Eun-ho... Seo-yeon's not like me..."
"Like hell she's not."
His hand dove under her t-shirt, yanking it up and off in one smooth pull. She lifted her arms without resistance, helping him out. Her sports bra came next, shoved up to reveal rock-hard abs, a narrow waist, and those perfect mid-sized tits perched on her toned frame. Dark pink nipples, already perked up just a bit.
Ye-rin watched from a step back, lips pressed white, not even thinking of undressing.
Eun-ho caught her gaze and smirked. She probably figured Seo-yeon was only here because Ye-rin begged her to take one for the team—while Ye-rin herself spread for Woo-hyun no problem.
He popped the button on Seo-yeon's pants, gripped her waist, and tugged them down. She stepped out one foot at a time, then her panties followed.
"S-Seo-yeon..."
Ye-rin's voice quivered as Seo-yeon stood fully nude. She hadn't even touched her own clothes, eyes locked on them.
Unlike usual, Eun-ho handled Seo-yeon gently. He wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her to the bed. Her hair fanned out on the pillow as she looked up with a smile. He mirrored it, kneading one breast lightly. Perfect give in his palm. Thumb and finger rolled her nipple, drawing a rough hitch in her breath.
"Hahhh..."
His other hand roamed her inner thigh, fingertips gliding up the soft skin between. Her legs parted naturally.
Ye-rin clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. First time seeing him with another woman—and one she'd dragged into this. Guilt city.
Eun-ho found it hilarious. He grinned down at Seo-yeon; she grinned back. Their eyes met, and she mouthed, 'Don't laugh.'
He chuckled anyway, debating fingering her pussy—nah, better use his tongue. That'd shock Ye-rin harder.
Grabbing her thighs, he hoisted them up. Knees folded toward her chest, exposing her fully. Pale pink inner lips already gleaming faintly.
He dipped his head, mouth to pussy.
"Haaahhhnng..."
Tongue split her folds, and she moaned. A tangy-salt tang bloomed on his taste buds. He glanced at Ye-rin—face drained pale, hands smothering her mouth, fingers trembling. Crushing guilt over selling out her friend.
"Ye-rin, what're you doing? Strip."
"Ah... yeah... okay."
She set her jaw, resolute, lips sealed tight. Clothes started coming off.
Eun-ho latched onto Seo-yeon's pussy, tongue broad and flat, lapping from clit to entrance. One hand circled her clit; the other stroked thigh to belly to tits, exploring her whole body. Hadn't lavished her like this in ages. Lately, it was check she's wet, quick tease, straight to pounding.
"Haaaaah... ahng... haaaahnng..."
Seo-yeon couldn't hold back her moans anymore. Each tongue-thrust at her entrance lifted her hips.
Ye-rin, now naked, crawled onto the bed beside her, prone. "Eun-ho... me too... do me."
Positioning herself to take his attention from a reluctant Seo-yeon before she got too hooked. Eyes burning with intent.
Eun-ho liked that fire in her—a rare self-reflection. Blaming herself for dragging her friend here.
He pulled off Seo-yeon's pussy, twisted, and dove into Ye-rin's. Already soaked. Two fingers plunged into Seo-yeon's hole.
"Haaaahnng... ahng... haaaahnng... hahngah..."
"Ahng... aaahnng... haaaang... ahng... haaaahnng..."
Both women moaned in unison, voices distinct: Seo-yeon's low and gravelly, Ye-rin's high and reedy. Echoing off the dorm walls.
He worked their pussies relentlessly, alternating tongue between them, fingers stabbing the other. Their juices tasted extra sweet today, flavors mingling on his tongue in a twisted thrill. Wonder if that's what hooked Woo-hyun on double-dipping.
But clock was ticking. Needed to cum in each before Woo-hyun crashed the party.
He lined his fully hard cock up with Seo-yeon's entrance. Tip kissed her slick folds; she arched to meet it.
Ye-rin piped up. "Eun-ho, put it in me first."
Still shielding Seo-yeon. Clueless or playing dumb about how bad she wanted it?
Fine, he'd indulge. Fuck Ye-rin limp first, then ravage Seo-yeon with her watching. Hotter that way.
He reared up, slammed into Ye-rin's prone pussy.
"Ahht... aaaahnng... hahng... haaaang..."
Even light thrusts drew bigger moans than usual. No more shy restraint—she was aggressive today. Like with Woo-hyun.
He gripped her waist, easing in slow, studying the shift. Her walls clenched harder too. Seo-yeon watching? Or her man eyeing another pussy? Either way, it lit her up.
As he pumped Ye-rin, he hauled Seo-yeon upright, yanked her face close. Tongues tangled—chup... slurp... chup... chup... Hers invaded boldly, saliva mixing, twisting deep. Ye-rin twisted to stare, eyes bulging. Never imagined Seo-yeon this eager.
Her reactions were gold. Petty revenge for her pussy games.
Excitement surged. Thwack! Smack! Thwack! Whap! Thwack! Thwack!
Hands clamped her hips, pounding hard. Ass rippled with each slam, sloppy squelches from their join.
"Ahhng... hng... ahgh... hngh...!"
Her moans garbled, teeth gritted against the pleasure. Fists knotted the sheets, veins bulging.
He sped up; kiss broke as distance grew. Seo-yeon eyed their pounding connection with keen interest.
He met her gaze, cocked his head. She grinned. "Kinda... hot. Watching that monster slide in and out is wild."
"Heh, it'll be in your pussy soon. Study up."
Ye-rin twitched again. Desperate to block him and Seo-yeon. Laughable—she'd spread for anyone, but hated him with others.
A flicker of anger fueled harder thrusts, hips battering her ass.
"Ahhhng... ughgh... awooo... ahht... ahghgh..."
Ten minutes in, face buried in the bed. Sweat-matted hair clung to her skin; back glistened. Pussy overflowed white cream, foaming at his base with each plunge.
Protective or not, she was wrecked with taboo thrill—her man about to claim another.
Another layer of her true self peeled back.
"Fuck... gonna cum."
No waiting for her go-ahead. Stall too long, and Woo-hyun interrupts before he wrecked Seo-yeon.
Bottomed out deep, held. Cock throbbed root-deep.
"Ghk... ughk..."
His hips quivered as he unloaded. Long exhale...
Cock withdrew slow; cum bubbled from her gape, trickling down her thigh to the sheets.
He shoved the dripping shaft at Seo-yeon. "Suck it."
Ye-rin jolted, shocked. Then, still hazy from orgasm, she scrambled up, seized his cock, and engulfed it.
He'd told Seo-yeon. Ye-rin hijacked it.
Lips sealed around the head, tongue probed his slit, swirling to suck every drop. The same Ye-rin who'd whined cum tasted bad, now hoovering remnants like a pro.
She'd always quit blowjobs early, jaw sore after a few sucks. Not today—deep-throating his monster with skill. Lips tight-suction, tongue teasing the frenulum expertly.
First real cleanup from her. And damn, she was good.
"Hah hah... well, well."
He chuckled. Obvious where she learned it.
She froze, realization hitting, slowing... peeking up guiltily, cock still in mouth, saliva gleaming.
"Aww, our Ye-rin sucks dick like a champ. Anyone'd think you took classes."
She popped off, saliva bridge snapping. "Sorry..."
"Sorry my ass. I should thank all those guys who trained you up. Shame you didn't save those skills just for me, huh, Ye-rin?"
"Sorry... really, I'm so sorry..."
Kneeling, gazing up, eyes glassy—afterglow or tears?
He smirked, stroked her hair. Words harsh, but no real rage. Peeling her layers? Kinda hot.
Now, Seo-yeon time.
"Seo-yeon... get this hard again."
Ye-rin lunged to reclaim it—blocked. "Not you. Her."
Her hand hung in air, eyes flickering. He locked on Seo-yeon.
She flashed a grin, gripped his slick cock—no hesitation—and took it in.
Ye-rin's spit still coating it? Whatever. She'd done this plenty. Just a bigger size.
Lips wrapped the head. Tongue coiled, sucking... and he swelled back to life.