Like a Real Doll
Ju Yewon stood frozen in place.
Her bra had been rolled up over her chest, bare and full. Her skirt was bunched tight and fixed at her waist. Her panties hung down around her thighs.
To fuck her properly, those panties had to come all the way off.
I hooked the fabric at her thighs and dragged it down, then lifted her left foot, then her right, and stripped them free.
"Hmm."
A moment to take in Yewon's body.
She was as pretty naked as she was dressed. Those large, heavy breasts. That generous pelvis. A woman ought to have plenty of places worth putting your hands on — and the bigger the tits and ass, the better. I had always preferred glamorous over slender, and Yewon's body was very much to my taste.
I stood in front of her. She looked about ten centimeters shorter than me — tall for a woman.
One problem, though. Face-to-face and standing, I would have to spread my legs and drop my hips just to get inside her. Without that, I couldn't thrust at all. Spreading my stance to fuck felt awkward.
"Missionary's the most comfortable, though."
I could manage standing if I had to. I'd rather be comfortable.
"Excuse me."
I scooped Yewon up. It felt less like lifting a person than a mannequin. Stiff as she was, she might even have weighed more.
I laid her on the subway car floor, then thought better of the dirty surface, lifted her again, and spread my shirt underneath. Luckily I had a spare checkered one in my bag.
With the shirt down, I set half-naked Yewon on top of it. Even getting this far had worked up a real sweat.
"Ha. Harder than I thought."
She was on her back — but that was only half the problem. She lay flat with her legs at shoulder width. To fuck her, those legs needed to come up and her pussy needed to open wide.
Would that even work?
As a test, I took her right leg and eased it sideways. It opened a little.
"Huh? It opens."
I took the left and did the same. It opened just as easily. Barely any force at all.
"This is just like a real doll."
I only knew real dolls existed — I'd never used one. But I knew you could bend the joints however you wanted and lock them into any pose.
"Well then."
I gripped her right knee and folded the calf. It bent. Then the left. Both legs floated up into the air, settling into a perfect position for sex — and her tightly closed pussy spread wide open with them.
"Oh."
Yewon's pussy was redder than I'd imagined. Like a pomegranate, plump and beaded. At the center sat a soft pink core, layered folds fanning out on either side.
It looked a lot like one I'd once seen in porn.
"Ah."
Hungry to taste her, I flicked my tongue and dove for her pussy, lapping at it like a snake. A tart fruit scent hit the tip of my tongue, mixed with the smell of pheromones.
While I licked, I seized her big ass in both hands.
Squish.
Hips even fuller than her chest filled my grip. I lifted her slightly, hooked her thighs over my shoulders, and started sucking her pussy in earnest.
"Slurp. Slurp. Shlurp."
My spit mixed with the clear juices running from her, dripping off my chin — like biting into a sweet, overripe watermelon.
And yet it was strange. When I glanced at Yewon's face, she couldn't even blink — but her pussy was responding. The clit that had looked small earlier was swelling as if it might burst. Her body answering the continuous caress.
"Shlurrrp. Shlurrrp."
I tongue-fucked her like I was slurping broth, then finally pulled my mouth away. Peeling back the layered folds with my fingers, I studied the inside of Ju Yewon's pussy. Beneath the swollen clit, a small hole waited.
I eased my index finger in and drew it out. Clear juices trickled after it.
"Good. She's wet enough."
Time was short. I only had fifteen minutes.
I had to fuck her inside that window — and to fuck, cum, clean up perfectly, and get Yewon's clothes back on her, the clock was even tighter.
I was already bare from the waist down. Tie and shirt up top, stripped below like a flasher. But who cared? The whole subway car was locked under Time Stop.
Before I went in properly, I looked left and right. The seats were packed. A soldier in uniform. An elderly couple in their seventies. A high school girl. All of them frozen mid-moment, sitting quietly like mannequins. They probably had no consciousness at all right now — and still I got excited. Like fucking a woman in front of an audience.
I looked back at Ju Yewon.
She lay exactly as I'd posed her, legs floating in the air. Those luscious breasts bare beneath the rolled-up bra, that ripe, excited pussy — they seemed to be inviting me in.
"Here I go~."
I slid onto her body, pulled her warm upper half into my arms, lifted my hips, and pressed down. My cock was sucked into her pussy, wet with juices and spit.
"Nngh."
A moan of pleasure slipped out before I could stop it.
Inside Ju Yewon's pussy was warm. Maybe because I'd worked her up so hard — not just warm, hot. Driving my cock deep felt good. Almost dreamy, like sinking into a hot spring.
How long had it been since I'd held a woman in my arms?
I hadn't dated in quite a while. My cock's only partner for some time had been my right hand.
But from now on, I wouldn't need to jerk off. For the foreseeable future, Ju Yewon would be the one catching my load.
I wrapped her thighs around my waist and started thrusting.
At first there was guilt. Ju Yewon was young, pretty, and kind. I'd only met her today, but the way she looked out for her senior was sweet. A twinge of conscience — was it all right to do something this rough to a girl that good? — but there was no helping it. If anything, her kindness made me want to defile her more.
Human psychology is strange. See something clean and pure, and you want to soil it.
Breathing hard, I grabbed her nipples and twisted them between thumb and forefinger while I worked my hips. Her watermelon-heavy breasts flushed red; the nipples swelled stiff. I took one into my mouth and chewed.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Every thrust brought a wet squelch from her spread pussy. Clear fluid dripped from that lewd hole — or maybe it was running off my cock. Whosever it was, it fell with every thrust and soiled the checkered shirt.
"Aah."
As my hips grew more violent, the excitement accelerated. At this rate I was going to cum. I drove harder, seized her big tits in both hands, buried my face in her cleavage, and licked greedily between her breasts.
"Nngh."
Ah. I'm gonna cum. Is it okay like this? Don't know. Just do it.
I had an ominous feeling that if I came like this the semen would spray everywhere — but I couldn't hold it.
In the end, gripping Yewon's waist, I thrust wildly until my face went red, and came.
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
I deliberately aimed for her stomach instead of her womb — and the semen still sprayed everywhere.
Some of it looked like it had landed on the pants and shoes of passengers sitting on the seats.
"Ah. What do I do."
The ecstasy of climax lasted only a moment. A new worry took its place.
On the phone app, only three minutes remained. Cleaning up all that cum and getting Yewon's clothes back on her would be tight no matter how I rushed.
I was frantically digging tissues out of my bag when a window popped up on the app.
Would you like to activate the Cleaning Function?
"Cleaning Function? What's that?"
I tilted my head — then understood what the cleaning whatever was supposed to mean.
I pressed YES at once.