Chapter 1 — I'm a Long-Pussied Pot

I once lived a boring life as an unemployed man, with nothing to do during the long, empty days, so I decided to try out one of those phone chat line.

After being assigned a room, I stepped inside and waited for the call, my heart fluttering with anticipation—though I also felt slightly awkward.

What should I say? How should I start?

A moment later, the phone rang—trrrring!—and I picked up the receiver.

"Hello~ Thank you for calling, I'm glad we're connected," I said, my chest pounding. At the same time, a faint embarrassment crept over me.

Then, after a brief silence, a woman's voice came through—slightly nervous, yet bright and clear.

"Hi?"

"Yes, hello. Nice to meet you."

She asked hesitantly,"Can I… talk to you about something?"

Her sex life with her husband was utterly unsatisfying, she confessed.

Her husband came too quickly every time, then just rolled over and turned away. It was driving her crazy.

Was it just her husband? Or were all men like this?

After marriage, things had been good at first—her husband used to make love properly, and they shared pleasure together.

But at some point, it turned one-sided. His needs dominated, and she felt herself going mad.

He even told her, "If you want to see other men, go ahead." But she didn't understand why he'd say such a thing.

Then she asked suddenly,"Do you know what a long-pussied cunt is?"

"I am a long-pussied cunt," she said.

She hadn't known what it meant until she slept with another man—who explained it to her afterward.

When she had sex with her husband, she sucked his cock so deeply and powerfully with her pussy that she drained all his essence.

That's why he kept avoiding her, fleeing from her more and more.

Her pussy pulled his cock inward relentlessly, gripping and biting it from within.

As we talked, she suddenly asked,"Would you meet me? No conditions."

I wanted to taste that long-pussied cunt badly—but her bluntness left me stunned.

Still, I agreed, and we made plans to meet.

When we finally saw each other, we recognized one another instantly.

"Hello," we greeted each other, then she climbed into my car.

The moment she sat down, her skirt rode up—

And just like that, the mood ignited.

Driving toward the meeting spot, I was already electrified.

The thrill of a secret encounter. The anticipation of a new woman. And above all—the burning curiosity about her long-pussied cunt.

My cock, already hard, stiffened further with excitement, tension, and vague longing.

Her short skirt. Her thighs glowing in the dim light. My cock slowly lifted its head.

Back then, Incheon Airport hadn't opened yet, so only occasional tourist cars passed by.

The remote corners of Yeongjong Island, where the airport now stands, were nearly deserted—perfect for setting the mood.

The sea breeze. The salty scent of the ocean. Everything conspired to stir desire.

As I drove, I let my hand slide slowly up her thigh.

She parted her legs, savoring my touch.

Then her hand reached for my zipper, unzipped my pants, and wrapped around my cock.

I slipped my fingers into her panties, touching the mound of her pussy—she wasn't very hairy.

Her slit was already soaked with slick arousal.

She began touching her own clit, rubbing and stroking herself in front of me.

I pulled the car over to a quiet stretch of coastline.

Then, matching her rhythm, I started licking her pussy.

My lips and tongue were soon drenched in her juices.

I invited her to move to the back seat, then pulled off her panties.

Her glistening, wet pussy shimmered under the faint light.

I pressed my thick, hardened cock against her entrance—and whoosh, it was sucked in deep, as if pulled by an invisible force.

The heat inside her pussy sent electric shocks from my toes to the top of my skull.

"Ugh~~~!" I gasped, barely able to think.

Buried deep inside her, I lost all sense of reality.

Her long-pussied cunt chewed on my cock—gnawing, gripping, sucking.

I couldn't even describe the sensation.

This was my first time experiencing a long-pussied cunt—and it was overwhelming, a furnace of relentless pleasure.

If I stayed still, I'd embarrass myself completely.

So despite the awkward position in the car, I started thrusting, matching the rhythm of her suction.

"Aaah~~~~! Ahhh~~~! Mmm~~~! Ah~~~!"

Her moans and my grunts filled the car, the air growing thick and hot.

Juices poured endlessly from her pussy.

And then—without warning—I erupted.

I shot my load deep inside her, overwhelmed by the scent of night-blooming flowers in my climax.

Her sucking pussy had reduced me to premature ejaculation—not quite PE, but close enough.

Ashamed. Humiliated.

I tried to pull out, but she screamed,"Don't pull out!!!"

Gulp. Gulp. Her pussy clamped down harder, sucking even more fiercely.

She was climaxing too.

Then, as if sensing my wounded pride, she whispered, soothingly:

"Your cock is strong. You lasted longer than any man I've been with."

Most men, she said, would come within a few thrusts once her pussy swallowed them.

But I—somehow—I had satisfied her.

Or so she claimed.

Praise? Mockery? I wasn't sure.

Even now, the memory remains vivid—sharp, thrilling, intoxicating.