Chapter 2 — The Woman Who Loves Sex - Part 1 (2)

Jenny Han tasted her pussy for the first time in a quiet countryside. They'd been driving along a rural road when night fell deep and still around them. The summer air was so silent it felt abandoned—only the croaking of frogs from the rice fields broke the hush.

They kissed again, hot and urgent. Surprisingly, she had improved dramatically. Later he learned she'd spent time online after their first kiss, searching every corner of the internet for information about sex, about kissing—anything she could find. Clearly, that first encounter had shaken her.

Still, she said she'd never touched herself. Not once.

Anyway, beneath the star-strewn sky, they kissed endlessly. His tongue swept through her wide mouth, exploring every corner. Then his left hand found her breast, squeezing it firmly. Though shapeless and large, her breasts were undeniably exciting—enough to make any man's heart race.

He slipped his hand under her clothes and gripped her breast again.

"Ah! It hurts!"

He ignored her. He pushed her shirt up, then leaned in and bit her nipple hard.

Just like last time, he opened his mouth wide and sucked her breast deeply, pulling it in and releasing it over and over. Around her areola, the yellowish bruises from his previous bites still hadn't faded. He gently bit and released, bit and released, focusing on her nipple. With one hand, he alternately squeezed and released her left breast while his mouth roamed around her areola, licking in slow circles.

"Aa~ Hah! Huh!"

Her moans occasionally shattered the silence, but there was no one around—no trace of life anywhere.

How much time passed? He didn't know. His right hand swiftly moved down toward her lower body. Even through her pants, he could feel the dampness building. It's natural—women with fuller figures tend to produce more lubrication than slender ones. And sure enough, her pussy was already slick with wetness.

"No… please, not there anymore… Huh! Huhh… I can't take it… Aa~"

Her words sounded nothing like refusal. More like a plea for more.

He placed his hand against her pussy and gently rubbed with his fingers. Heat radiated through the fabric. It grew wetter. He gently pulled her hand and guided it into his pants. Instantly, as if she'd been waiting, she grabbed his cock tightly, then released, then stroked it slowly—like she was mimicking masturbation.

"Is this how it's done?"

"Yeah… just a little softer."

He placed his hand over hers and guided her movements. She was getting better.

He pulled her pants down. She quickly yanked her hand from his pants and tried to block him.

"No, don't!"

"Just stay still."

"Have you even seen mine yet?"

"No… why would I? It's dirty."

"No. It's sacred. It's where life begins."

He unzipped his pants and placed his hand on her panties. They were big—proportionate to her body. But since no one had ever touched her, the patch of hair wasn't thick or coarse. It was soft, like reeds swaying in water.

"Just touch it."

"Okay, I will."

Kissing her, he ran his fingers around her pussy. She was already soaked. When he leaned in to taste her, she quickly grabbed his head—but her arms were weak, her resistance gone. As he rubbed her folds, the wetness soaked through her panties completely. They were ruined—too drenched to wear. Her arousal had a sweet, virgin scent. Her skin was pale and smooth, and even her juices were milky white.

"Mmm… Aa~ it feels strange. I don't even know how to describe it…"

"Just feel it. Don't think."

He gently slipped his index and middle fingers into her pussy. But they wouldn't go in. Right—her hymen was still intact. He tried just the index finger. Only the first knuckle entered. Even so, she moaned uncontrollably, twisting her body. He began moving his finger in and out slowly.

"Hahh!"

He pulled his hand out, brought his fingers to his mouth, and tasted her. It was unbelievably clean—pure. This was the taste of her pussy. He dipped his fingers again, then brought them to her lips. She flinched, then sucked his fingers, but said she couldn't taste anything.

Laughing, he pulled her pants off. She resisted, but her heart was already open. He removed her panties too. It was too dark to see clearly under the stars. He quickly undressed. His cock was rock hard, fully erect, standing tall like it was demanding attention.

"I want to see your pussy. I think it'll be beautiful."

"Oh… how embarrassing. Why do you want to look?"

"No, it's not. And there's no one here."

He lowered his head, parted the soft curls with his fingers. Her scent drove him wild. He pressed his tongue against her pussy, swirling it, licking her like he was eating her whole.

"It's dirty! No, stop!"

As if that would work. He gently flicked his tongue around her folds, then found her outer labia and pressed the tip of his tongue against it. Suddenly, she jolted upright like a startled rabbit, screaming.

"What's wrong?"

"No… nothing…"

She clung tightly to him. He brought his face back to her pussy, opened his mouth wide, and began sucking the wetness from her core. Despite her full figure, her pussy was small and delicate—but the amount of juice flowing from it was endless.

He couldn't let it go on. He grabbed a tissue, wiped her gently while pressing down—she let out a soft moan. Then he guided her hand toward his cock and asked her to suck it. She touched it cautiously.

"This is the first time I've seen it… in real life. It's so hard."

A woman who had no idea how to give oral. So he taught her.

"What's this?"

"This is like the lubricant your pussy makes."

Then she sucked him eagerly, as if it tasted good. Overcome by pleasure, he pushed deeper into her mouth without thinking.

He couldn't hold back much longer. If he didn't stop, he'd cum inside her mouth. He pulled out and guided his cock toward her pussy. But there was a problem. Her entrance was tighter than he expected. Was it because she was a virgin? Even with all that wetness, her opening resisted.

He pushed gently. Fortunately, it gave way. He slowly pulled out, then pushed in again.

"Hah! Aaahh!"

She screamed over and over—then finally, a sharp "Ah!" echoed through the car.

The tight grip of her pussy was exquisite. Too precious to waste so soon. He pulled out and returned to her mouth. As she sucked him hard, he went back to her pussy, licking her outer and inner lips, swirling his tongue, then gently biting.

"Aa~"

"Mmm~"

"I don't know what this is… but it feels so good…"

Her moans rose with every thrust as his cock pistoned inside her. Finally, after holding back as long as he could, he erupted—cumming deep inside her pussy. When he wiped her with a tissue, it came away stained with red—her first blood, the sign of her lost virginity.
That was her first journey into sex.

Their first time ended like that.
She didn't fully understand what had happened. She'd only imagined—once or twice—what it would be like to see a man's cock, to touch it, to taste his cum. She never thought it would become real—because of him.

Since then, she's drunk his cum many times. Maybe that's why—months later—her skin has become unbelievably soft, like a child's. Two or three times a week, she gives him oral, and he doesn't cum inside her pussy—he cums into her mouth, and she swallows.

He's been with many women, but she's the first who truly loves swallowing.

Hmm. Who else should taste her pussy?
Sometimes he thinks—if she agrees—he'd want to share her. He doesn't know if she'd want that.
Then again, she thinks her short, chubby body makes her unattractive, so finding other lovers might not be easy.
But now she's fallen in love with sex. She's no longer just a woman defined by her looks—she's become someone who enjoys being desired.
And so far, she's known only one man.
It's a shame.