Flap… squelch… flap-flap-squelch…
"Ohhh… heing… ahhhhh… Nana… go faster…"
My hands locked tight around her slim hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I slammed forward harder. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the small bedroom of my RK flat. Her tight little pussy gripped me like a fist — hot, silky, impossibly snug — yet so slippery-wet that every thrust slid deep with a loud, lewd squelch.
Flap… squelch… flap-flap-flap…
She moaned louder, high and broken, face pressed into the pillow, dark hair stuck to her sweaty neck. I could feel my balls drawing up, twitching hard. I was right on the edge.
I grabbed her shoulder and yanked her upper body up. She was completely drenched in sweat, skin gleaming under the dim light. Her eyes flew open wide, glassy and panicked.
"No Nana… wait… wait— Ahhhhhhhh!"
I drove my cock all the way in, burying every thick inch until my hips slammed flush against her ass and the head kissed the deepest part of her. Her eyes rolled back. Her back arched sharply, soft full breasts thrusting forward, nipples stiff and shiny with sweat.
That was it.
I started to cum — thick, hot ropes flooding her.
"Ohhhhh Nana… Ngh… it's… it's tooo hottt… ngh…"
I reached around, grabbed both of her soft, sweaty breasts, squeezing them hard while my cock kept pulsing, pumping more cum deep inside her. My hips jerked a few more times, emptying everything I had.
Then silence, broken only by our ragged breathing.
I collapsed beside her. My cock slipped free with a wet pop, still half-hard and glistening. A thick trail of cum slowly leaked out of her swollen, used pussy.
She turned her head toward me, chest still heaving.
"How… how man…y times is it, Nana? Seven? My pussy starts to burn… ahh…"
I stared at the ceiling, heart hammering.
"Wtf is this sex drive…"
She gave a weak, breathless little laugh, voice soft and dazed.
"Yah… I don't know what is happening today… but I can't say it's bad as a birthday gift."
I closed my eyes for a second.
Birthday gift.
Eighteen.
Three months ago none of this existed.
I tried to force my mind backward, past the sweat and the cum and the way her body still trembled next to mine… back to the ordinary day when everything quietly started.
---
Three months earlier.
The fluorescent lights of the manufacturing site hummed above my head. I was standing near the testing bench, checking a circuit board layout on my tablet, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Mom.
I swiped to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Son…" My mother's voice came warm through the phone. "Your aunty is here with me. Chuin has an important exam, but there is no centre in our village. They are asking if she can apply from Hyderabad. Can she stay with you for a few days?"
I leaned against the workbench, tablet still in my other hand. "Yes, Ma. Tell Aunty it's fine. She can come."
There was soft murmuring on the other end, then my mother again. "Okay, son. I'll tell them. You take care of her properly, haan?"
"I will."
I hung up, sent a short message to Chuin — *Study properly* — and went back to the circuit boards. Three months passed like that. Work, gym, the usual quiet life of a single 26-year-old in Hyderabad.
Then, one afternoon while I was at the manufacturing site again, my phone rang with an unknown number.
"Hello?"
A familiar soft voice, slightly breathless from train noise. "Nana…? It's me. I just boarded the train. I'll reach Hyderabad tomorrow morning."
I straightened immediately. "Chuin? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It was sudden… the exam date got confirmed. Nana, will you come to the station?"
"Of course. Message me the train number. I'll be there."
I informed my manager, left early the next morning, and stood on the platform as the train groaned to a halt. Passengers poured out. Then I saw her — small suitcase trailing behind, dark hair tied loosely, wearing a simple kurti. The moment her eyes found me she broke into a run, suitcase bouncing, and launched herself forward.
She jumped.
I caught her easily. Her entire body slammed against my chest; she barely reached the middle of it. Soft, rounded breasts pressed firmly against me for a second before she pulled back, laughing, still holding my shoulders.
"Nana, you're just like a mountain now!"
I smirked down at her. "No, Chuin… you just haven't grown at all."
She punched my arm lightly, still grinning. "Liar."
We laughed. I took her suitcase, led her to my car, and drove straight to the office. The moment we stepped inside, a few of the younger engineers looked up.
One of them — Ravi from the testing team — walked over a little too quickly, smiling wide.
"Arre, who's this, boss? New intern?"
Chuin gave a polite smile. I answered before he could continue. "Family. She's here for an exam. Don't disturb her."
Ravi still tried. "Exam? Which one? I can help if you need notes or anything… coffee maybe?"
Chuin shook her head gently. "No, thank you. Nana is already helping me."
The way she said *Nana* made Ravi's smile falter for a second. He backed off, though I caught him glancing at her more than once while she sat in my cabin with her books open. Other colleagues brought tea, offered biscuits, asked if she needed the printer. She stayed focused, answering softly, always calling me Nana whenever she needed something.
By evening the office emptied. I closed my laptop.
"Let's go, Chuin."
She packed her notes quickly. We loaded her suitcase into the car and drove to my RK apartment. The small two-BHK felt quieter than usual with her soft footsteps following me inside. I showed her the spare room, the bathroom, the kitchen.
"Exam is tomorrow," I said, setting her bag down. "Birthday is the day after. Just study properly tonight. Don't stress too much."
She sat on the edge of the bed, rolling her shoulders with a small wince. "Notes are fine… but my shoulders are so stiff from the train, Nana."
I hesitated only a second. "Wait. Let me massage."
She turned slightly, giving me her back. I sat behind her and started with her shoulders — firm, careful presses. She let out a quiet sigh. My hands moved lower, working the knots near her shoulder blades, then the sides of her neck. When I reached under her arms to loosen the tight muscles there, my fingers brushed the soft outer curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her kurti. I felt the warmth, the slight give of flesh, and pulled my hand back at once, returning to her shoulders and upper back as if nothing happened.
She didn't say anything. She just kept reading her notes, breathing a little deeper.
After ten minutes I stopped. "Better?"
"Mmm… much better, Nana. Thank you."
I stood, stretched, and went to my own room. The last thing I saw before sleep took me was the soft yellow light from her doorway and the quiet rustle of pages as she continued studying late into the night.
That was how Chuin first came into my home.
Sometime past midnight the soft rustle of pages finally stopped. I heard quiet footsteps. The mattress dipped beside me. Chuin slipped under the blanket and curled up against my side, one small hand resting lightly on my arm. The apartment was only one bedroom; the bed was wide enough. We had slept like this as kids. It felt natural.
I drifted off to the faint scent of her hair and the steady warmth of her body.
---
Morning light filtered through the curtains. Soft fingers shook my shoulder.
"Nana… wake up. I made breakfast."
I opened my eyes. Chuin stood by the bed in a pale pink nighty — thin cotton that clung a little too honestly to her. The soft weight of her breasts pushed against the fabric, fuller than I remembered from childhood, the outline of her nipples faintly visible in the morning light. She noticed my glance for half a second, then looked away, cheeks colouring.
"Omelette and bread," she said quickly. "Exam is at two. It's Friday."
I sat up, rubbed my face, and reached for my phone. "I'll apply for work-from-home today. Stay and help you till you leave."
She smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Nana."
We ate at the small table. She kept adjusting the neckline of the nighty whenever she leaned forward. I kept my eyes on the plate more than necessary. After breakfast she went to shower. Steam drifted from the bathroom door. When she came out wrapped in a towel, hair wet and dripping, she hurried past me into the room to change. I caught only a flash of smooth brown skin and the soft bounce of her chest before the door clicked shut.
I helped her revise a few last points while she sat cross-legged on the bed in a simple kurti and jeans. Every time she leaned over the notes her shoulder brushed my arm. The air between us felt a little thicker than yesterday.
At one-thirty I grabbed the car keys. "Come. I'll drop you."
The exam centre was crowded. Boys and girls streamed in looking nervous. I waited outside until she disappeared through the gate, then drove home and tried to work. At five the gates opened again. Students poured out — most of the boys looking defeated, muttering about tough papers.
Chuin walked toward me slowly, face tired.
"It was so hard, Nana… I don't know how I wrote anything."
I reached out and ruffled her hair the way I used to when we were kids.
She immediately ducked away. "Arre! Don't touch a girl's head like that."
I leaned down a little, smirking. "Okay… so except head-touching, everything else is fine?"
Her eyes widened, then she laughed and punched my arm. "Nana! Shut up."
We drove back. The apartment felt lighter once we were inside again. I ordered pizza. While we waited we sat on the floor and played Ludo. She cheated openly, giggling every time she sent my token home. When the pizza arrived we ate straight from the box, talking about nothing important — old village stories, her exam stress, my boring office. Her laughter was soft and frequent.
Night settled. The pizza box was empty. She changed back into the same pink nighty. I switched off the main light, leaving only the dim bedside lamp. She climbed into bed first and shifted close without asking. I lay down beside her. Her smaller body curled into mine, back against my chest, my arm naturally settling around her waist. Warm skin, soft breath, the faint scent of her shampoo.
Neither of us said anything more.
In a few minutes her breathing slowed. Mine followed.
We slept like that — two warm bodies pressed together in the quiet dark of the one-bedroom flat — the day of her exam finally over.
Morning light slipped through the thin curtains. I woke first.
Chuin was still deeply asleep, her whole body curled around me like I was a giant pillow. One of her legs was thrown over mine, an arm draped across my chest, her face pressed against my shoulder. The pink nighty had shifted during the night. The soft upper curves of her breasts were clearly visible, the fabric stretched tight, the deep line of her cleavage looking warm and inviting. She looked stunning — soft, cute, completely unguarded.
I stayed still for a few seconds, just watching her. Then I carefully began to free myself. As I slid my arm out from under her, the back of my hand brushed the side of her breast. Soft. Warm. The contact sent a quiet spark through me. I didn't linger. I pulled my leg free next, moved slowly off the bed, and walked to the washroom without looking back.
While the water ran over my face I opened my phone and finalised the birthday plan I had been thinking about since last night. An adventure park on the outskirts — 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. High bungee jump, rope climbing, rock wall, zip-line, the works. I wanted the day to feel big for her.
When I came out she was still sleeping. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushed the hair from her face, and gave her shoulder a light shake.
"Wake up, Chuin."
She mumbled without opening her eyes. "Mom… let me sleep…"
I smiled. "It's Hyderabad. Wake up. We have plans today."
Her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed them with the back of her hand, still half-asleep. "Nana…? Oh… I'm here." A big yawn escaped her as she stretched both arms high above her head. The nighty pulled tighter across her chest for a second.
I held out a small bar of chocolate. "Happy 18th birthday."
Her whole face lit up. She sat up quickly, took the chocolate, and whispered, "Thank you, Nana…" Then she stood on the mattress so she could reach my face and pressed a soft, quick kiss on my cheek. The height difference made it almost comical. She pulled back, wrinkled her nose, and tapped my jaw.
"Your moustache and beard are so rough. Trim it properly next time."
I laughed. "Yes, madam."
The doorbell rang. The cake I had ordered the previous evening arrived — simple white frosting with "Happy 18th Chuin" written in pink. We lit the single candle together. She closed her eyes, made a silent wish, and blew it out. I cut the first slice and fed her a small piece. She fed me one back, laughing when frosting stuck to the corner of my mouth.
Her phone started ringing almost immediately. Friends from the village, classmates, her mother, then my mother.
"Son, is Chuin happy?" my mother asked when I spoke to her.
"Yes, Ma. We're celebrating."
Call after call. Chuin kept smiling, answering in her soft voice, sometimes glancing at me and mouthing "thank you" again. By the time the calls slowed it was already nine.
I stood up and grabbed the car keys. "Okay, enough sitting. Get ready. I have a full-day plan for you."
She tilted her head, curious. "What plan, Nana?"
I only grinned. "You'll see. Wear something comfortable. We're leaving in twenty minutes."
I glanced out the window while she got ready. The sky over Hyderabad had turned a heavy grey. Dark clouds were rolling in fast.
"Looks like rain is coming," I said. "Bring a light jacket just in case."
Chuin stepped out of the room in comfortable black track pants and a soft pink t-shirt that fit her a little snugly across the chest. She tied her hair in a high ponytail and slipped on her sneakers.
"Ready, Nana."
We locked the flat and drove out. By the time we reached the adventure park the first light drizzle had started, but the staff were still running all the outdoor activities under the open sky. The air smelled of wet earth and excitement.
We checked in at the counter. I had booked the full-day package. A young instructor handed us wristbands and a schedule.
First activity: rock-wall climbing.
Chuin looked up at the tall artificial wall and bit her lip. "It's so high…"
I helped her into the harness. My fingers brushed her waist and the soft side of her ribs while I tightened the straps. She stood very still.
"Don't look down," I told her. "Just climb. I'm right here."
She started slowly. Halfway up her arms started shaking. I climbed beside her on the easier route, talking her through every hold. When she finally touched the top bell she let out a loud, happy scream. Coming down, she jumped the last bit and landed straight against my chest. I caught her easily. Her body was warm and a little sweaty from the effort.
"Nana, I did it!"
"You did."
Next was the rope course — balancing beams, cargo nets, and swinging bridges. I stayed close behind her the whole time, one hand ready on the safety line. Whenever she wobbled she instinctively reached back for me. Once her fingers locked around my forearm and stayed there longer than needed while she laughed nervously.
Around noon the drizzle turned into steady light rain. Most people ran for cover, but we kept going. The high rope bridge became slippery. Chuin's shoes squeaked. Midway across she suddenly slipped. I lunged forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her tight against me until she found her footing again. Her back was pressed fully to my chest, both of us breathing hard from the near-fall. Rain water ran down our faces. She looked up at me, eyes wide, then started laughing.
"You're really a mountain, Nana."
We continued.
By 1:30 we had finished the zip-line (she screamed the entire way) and the smaller bungee jump from the mid-level platform. Her legs were trembling when she came back to solid ground. She clung to my arm while walking toward the rest area.
We sat under a covered pavilion. Rain was falling harder now, drumming on the metal roof. I bought two cold drinks and some snacks. Chuin leaned against my shoulder, still catching her breath, cheeks flushed from all the activity.
"This is the best birthday, Nana…" she said quietly, almost to herself.
I checked the time. 1:55 p.m.
"Good," I replied. "Because after this we're going somewhere else for a couple of hours. Special event. Only for people eighteen and above… and they prefer couples."
She lifted her head and looked at me, curious and a little shy. "Couple event?"
I only smiled. "You'll see. We leave in five minutes."
The indoor event hall was warm and softly lit. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling. A sign at the entrance read "Couples Only – 18+". We showed our IDs and wristbands. The host smiled and guided us to a small table with two cushions on the floor.
First activity: the long chocolate challenge.
A thin bar of dark chocolate was placed between us. "No hands," the host said. "Eat from both ends until you meet in the middle."
Chuin giggled, a little shy. We both leaned in. The chocolate was long. Our faces slowly came closer with every bite. I could smell her shampoo mixed with rain. When only two centimetres remained, our lips almost touched. She pulled back at the last second, laughing, chocolate smeared on the corner of her mouth. I reached out with my thumb and wiped it without thinking. Her eyes met mine for a second longer than usual.
Next: blindfold feeding.
She went first. I tied the soft cloth over her eyes. I fed her small pieces of cake with my fingers. Once, my fingertip brushed her lower lip. She parted her lips a little more and took it slowly. When it was my turn, she was gentler. Her fingers trembled slightly as she placed a piece of strawberry against my mouth.
Then the heart balloon.
A red balloon was placed between our chests. "Hug until it bursts."
Chuin stepped in. Because of the height difference, the balloon sat right against the soft curve of her breasts and my lower chest. We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed closer. I felt the warmth of her body through the damp t-shirt. The balloon squeaked, then suddenly popped with a loud bang. She jumped and buried her face against my chest for a second, laughing.
Whisper challenge came next. We sat side by side, very close. She leaned in and whispered near my ear, "Thank you for today, Nana… I feel really happy." Her warm breath tickled my skin. I whispered back, "You're eighteen now. You deserve a good day."
Last activity was the slow dance. Soft music played. No steps required. She placed her hands on my shoulders; I rested mine lightly on her waist. We swayed under the fairy lights while rain continued outside the glass walls. Her head eventually rested against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat.
At four o'clock the event ended. We stepped back out into the rain and returned to the adventure park for the remaining activities. The high bungee and the longer zip-line were still open. Chuin did both, though she sneezed twice while waiting in line.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Just a little cold from the rain, Nana."
By the time we finished it was almost seven. The rain had grown heavier. We were both completely soaked. Walking toward the exit bus stop, Chuin sneezed again, harder this time. I touched her forehead.
She was warm. Too warm.
"You have fever," I said.
The last bus of the evening was already starting its engine. Across the road I spotted a small clinic next to a mother-and-child hospital. We ran.
The compounder was on the phone when we burst in, dripping wet. He looked at us quickly.
"You two together?"
We both nodded. Chuin sneezed again.
"Fever?" he asked her. She nodded, looking miserable.
He kept talking on the phone while calling out to a young helper, "Oye Azmal, give them one-one PT-141."
I frowned but didn't understand the name. "Brother, make it fast. The bus is leaving, they already started the engine."
"Okay, okay." He still stayed on the call. The boy brought two small vials and some tablets — paracetamol, levocetirizine, and a couple of others. The compounder told us to show our upper arms. We thought it was just a regular injection and pulled our sleeves up. He injected both of us quickly.
"Go fast," he said after I paid with my Axis card.
We sprinted through the rain and jumped onto the bus just as the doors were closing. Thirty minutes later we were back inside the RK apartment, still wet, still breathing hard from the run.
We stumbled into the apartment, still dripping. The rain had soaked us completely. I locked the door behind us and switched on the lights.
"First thing — dry clothes," I said.
Chuin nodded, sneezing once more. She went straight to her small suitcase, pulled out the same soft pink nighty from the previous night, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower start. Steam began to curl under the door.
I changed quickly into a pair of dry grey shorts and a plain black t-shirt. By the time she came out, hair wet and loose, the thin nighty clinging lightly to her still-damp skin, I had already put water on the stove for pasta.
She sat on the edge of the bed, towel-drying her hair. "Nana… my head feels a little heavy."
"Fever's still there. Eat something first. Then medicine."
I cooked simple pasta with whatever was in the fridge — garlic, a little chilli, cheese. We sat on the bed with the plates between us, the television playing some random late-night movie on low volume. She ate slowly, legs folded under her. Every now and then she would glance at me, then look away.
Fifteen minutes passed.
I noticed it first in myself — a strange warmth spreading low in my stomach, unrelated to the food. My heartbeat felt louder than usual. I drank half a glass of water in one go. Then another.
Chuin reached for the bottle next. She drank deeply, throat moving, then poured a second glass and finished that too.
"Why am I so thirsty…?" she murmured, almost to herself.
I didn't answer. My skin felt too sensitive. The soft fabric of my t-shirt brushed my chest and sent small sparks down my arms. I shifted on the bed. The movement made the mattress dip; her knee touched mine and stayed there.
She looked at me. Her cheeks were slightly flushed — more than the fever should cause.
"Nana… do you also feel… strange?"
"A little," I admitted. My voice came out lower than I expected.
We both went quiet. The movie kept playing, forgotten. I could hear her breathing — a little faster now. My own heart was thudding against my ribs. Every time she moved, the nighty shifted, and the soft shape of her breasts pressed against the thin cloth. I tried not to stare. Failed.
She suddenly set her empty glass down and turned toward me fully.
"My body feels warm… and restless." Her voice was soft, confused. "Like something is pulling inside."
I swallowed. The heat in my lower stomach had grown sharper. My cock had started to thicken against the fabric of my shorts without permission. I kept my legs angled so she wouldn't notice.
She shifted closer. Her shoulder brushed my arm. The contact felt electric.
"Nana…" she whispered.
I turned my head. Our faces were very close. Her eyes were darker than usual, pupils wide. For a second neither of us moved. Then she leaned in the last few centimetres and pressed her lips to mine.
The kiss was soft at first — uncertain, almost questioning. Then it deepened. Her hand came up and rested against my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing under her palm, matching mine.
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing harder.
She looked down at herself, then took my hand. Slowly, deliberately, she guided it upward and placed it over her left breast.
"This… is feeling a little stiff," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know why."
Under the thin nighty her breast was soft and warm, but the nipple was hard — tight and peaked against my palm. I felt it clearly. She shivered when my thumb moved just slightly across it.
Her eyes fluttered half-closed.
"Nana…" she breathed again, not pulling my hand away.
My hand stayed on her breast. The nipple under the thin nighty was hard and tight. Chuin's breathing had grown uneven. She shifted on the bed, pressing her thighs together.
"Nana…" her voice was small, almost embarrassed. "I'm becoming a little… wet down there. I don't know why. It just started."
The words hit me harder than they should have. The heat in my stomach sharpened. I glanced down. The front of my grey shorts was no longer flat. A thick, clear cylindrical bump had formed, pushing the fabric outward. Fully hard. Unmistakable.
Chuin's eyes followed mine. She froze.
"Is… is it everyone has this big?" she whispered, shocked.
Before I could answer, her hand moved on pure impulse. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the outline through the shorts. The moment she touched me a jolt of electricity shot straight up my spine. A small wet spot of precum immediately darkened the fabric under her palm.
She didn't pull away. She just held it, breathing heavily, staring at the thick shape in her hand.
I looked at her flushed face. "Chuin… do you know what we are about to do?"
She nodded slowly, eyes still on my cock. "I… I've read about it in books. And some videos… once. I know." Her voice trembled but didn't stop. "How about… we help each other out?"
The horniness was climbing fast now — a restless, almost painful ache low in my stomach and balls. My cock throbbed hard in her grip. She felt it pulse and her lips parted.
Without another word she tugged the waistband of my shorts down. My cock sprang free and slapped lightly against her cheek — heavy, hot, already leaking. She stared at it up close, eyes wide.
When her fingers closed around the bare shaft it swelled even thicker, reaching its full size in her small hand. She made a soft shocked sound.
"It's… the same as my hand," she whispered. She held her wrist next to it, measuring. Her fingers couldn't fully close around the thickness. Then she measured the length against her forearm, biting her lip.
She leaned closer. I felt her warm breath first, then the soft brush of her nose as she inhaled the scent at the base. A second later her tongue came out and gave one slow, tentative lick across the head, tasting the precum.
"It's hot…" she murmured.
Then she opened her mouth and tried to take the tip in. Her lips stretched around the thick head. She could only manage a few centimetres before she had to pull back, saliva already connecting her mouth to my cock. She tried again, bobbing gently, one hand stroking the rest of the shaft she couldn't fit.
While she worked, she reached up, took my hand, and placed it back on her breast.
"Massage them… please. They're aching."
I obeyed. Both hands covered her soft tits through the nighty, squeezing, lifting, then using a slow milking motion — pressing from the base toward the nipples. Her nipples were diamond-hard. Every time I rolled them between my fingers she moaned around my cock, the vibration travelling straight down the shaft.
"Mmmhh… Nana…" she whimpered, mouth still stretched, spit running down my length. Her free hand had slipped between her own legs, pressing against the wetness through her panties.
The room felt hotter. Both of us were breathing hard, the television still murmuring forgotten in the background. Her head moved faster, trying to take more, gagging softly whenever the thick head pushed too deep. I kept milking her breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, feeling them tighten even more under my touch.
She pulled off for air, string of saliva still linking her swollen lips to my cock, and looked up at me with glassy eyes.
"It's getting harder to think, Nana… I just want more."
I pulled her up gently and turned her around so we faced opposite directions on the bed. Her soft thighs settled on either side of my head while she straddled my chest, facing my cock again. The scent of her hit me first — warm, slightly salty, clean and musky at the same time. Her pink panties were already dark with wetness in the centre.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slid them down her legs. She lifted her hips to help. The moment the fabric left her body, her bare pussy came into view — smooth, puffy outer lips slightly parted, the inner ones glistening, a thin string of clear fluid connecting them.
I didn't wait. I wrapped my arms around her hips, pulled her down onto my mouth, and dragged my tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit.
"Ahh— Nana…!" she cried out, hips jerking.
She tasted exactly as she smelled — salty, faintly sweet, addictive. I licked again, slower, spreading her open with my thumbs so I could drag my tongue through every fold. Her clit was already swollen. When I circled it with the tip of my tongue she moaned loudly around my cock, the sound vibrating straight through me.
She tried to take me deeper at the same time. Her mouth stretched wide, lips sliding further down the thick shaft. She pushed herself, determined, until the head pressed against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered almost immediately. Tears gathered at the corners and slipped down her cheeks. She gagged hard, pulled off coughing, a thick string of saliva still linking her lips to my cock.
"It's… easier in the videos," she gasped, voice rough, eyes still wet. "They just… take it all…"
"Don't force it," I told her, voice low against her dripping pussy. "Just do what feels good."
But the moment she caught her breath she went back down again, bobbing, trying once more to push past her limit. Every time the thick head brushed her throat her whole body twitched, and those twitches made her pussy clench right against my tongue.
I focused on her. I licked deeper, pushing my tongue inside her tight hole, tasting more of that salty wetness, then returning to her clit — flat strokes, then quick flicks, then gentle sucking. Her hips started rocking without control, grinding against my mouth. The wet sounds of my tongue on her mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth on me.
"Nana… Nana… your tongue… ahh… it's too good…" she moaned between attempts to deep-throat me, voice breaking every time I sucked her clit.
Her thighs began to tremble on either side of my head. I could feel her getting closer — the way her pussy fluttered, the way more wetness kept coating my chin and lips. I slid one hand up and gently pinched her swollen clit between two fingers while my tongue kept working the entrance.
That was enough.
Her whole body locked. A sharp, high cry left her throat — muffled because my cock was still half inside her mouth. Her hips jerked hard against my face as she came, pussy pulsing, more clear fluid spilling onto my tongue. I kept licking her through it, slower now, savouring every twitch and every salty drop while she shook above me, tears still wet on her cheeks, moaning my name in broken little sounds.
I sat up and pulled her into my lap so she faced me. Both of us were breathing hard, still tasting each other. My cock stood thick and wet between us, resting against her soft stomach.
Chuin looked down at it, then up at my face. Her eyes were glassy from the orgasm and the drug, but there was no fear — only heat and curiosity.
"Nana… put it in slowly," she whispered.
I laid her down on her back. She opened her legs for me without hesitation. I positioned myself between them, rubbing the thick head up and down her soaked slit, coating myself in her wetness. When I pressed forward, the head slowly stretched her open.
She gasped, fingers gripping my forearms.
It was tight — extremely tight — but she was so wet that it slid in without real pain. Just a deep, stretching fullness. I watched her face carefully as inch after inch disappeared inside her. Halfway in I stopped, giving her time.
"It's… so big, Nana…" she breathed, eyes half-lidded. "But it doesn't hurt… just feels full…"
I leaned down and kissed her deeply while I pushed the rest of the way in until my hips met hers. She moaned into my mouth, legs wrapping loosely around my waist. I stayed still for a long moment, letting her body adjust, kissing her neck, her cheeks, the corner of her lips.
Then I started moving — slow, deep strokes. Every time I pulled back I felt her walls cling to me; every time I pushed in she made a soft, broken sound.
I kissed her again, then moved lower, taking one soft breast into my mouth, sucking the hard nipple while my hips kept the steady rhythm. My hand squeezed the other breast, thumb circling the peak. She arched into me, hands sliding into my hair.
"Faster… a little faster, Nana…"
I gave her what she asked. My thrusts grew longer and stronger, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the small room. Her tits bounced gently with every stroke. I switched to the other breast, sucking harder, leaving faint marks.
After a few minutes I hooked my arms under her knees and pushed them back toward her chest — happy-baby position. Her hips tilted up and I sank even deeper. Her eyes flew open.
"Ahh—! Nana… there… that's so deep…"
I fucked her like that, steady and deep, watching her face the entire time. Her mouth stayed open, soft moans spilling out with every thrust. I leaned down and kissed her again, swallowing her sounds while my cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside her.
Her second orgasm built quickly. I felt her walls start to flutter and tighten.
"I'm… I'm going to— Nana—!"
She came hard around me, pussy pulsing and squeezing, a fresh rush of wetness coating my cock. I kept thrusting through it, slower now, kissing her through the waves until her body finally relaxed under me.
I stayed buried inside her, both of us breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
First time.
She was still trembling from her orgasm, walls fluttering weakly around me, but I hadn't finished. The drug kept the fire burning hot in my gut. I started moving again — faster this time.
*Slap… slap… slap…*
My hips drove harder, the wet sound of our bodies filling the room. Chuin's soft moans turned sharper with every thrust. Her hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in as I picked up speed.
"Nana… too fast… ahh—!"
I didn't slow down. I could feel my balls tightening, the pressure building fast. Her pussy kept twitching and squeezing me, still sensitive from her climax. I grabbed the backs of her knees and pushed her legs wide open, spreading her as far as her body would allow. Her hips tilted up completely. I slammed in to the hilt in one deep, powerful thrust.
Her back arched hard off the bed. Eyes rolled upward. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat.
"NANA— AHHHH!"
That was all it took. My cock pulsed violently. Thick ropes of cum sprayed deep inside her, flooding her in heavy spurts. I kept thrusting through it, burying myself as deep as possible while I emptied everything I had. She felt every hot pulse, moaning weakly, body still twitching under me.
When the last spurt left me I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my forearms so I wouldn't crush her. Both of us were breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. My cock was still buried inside her, slowly softening.
For a long moment neither of us spoke.
The intense sex drive that had controlled us began to fade. The haze lifted just enough for reality to creep back in. I carefully pulled out. A thick mix of our cum immediately leaked from her, running down onto the sheet. I sat up, grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and pulled it over both of us. She clutched it tightly around her chest, hiding her body. I used the other side to cover my lap and half-hard cock.
Silence.
I looked at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, lips swollen, eyes a little lost.
"Chuin… I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I don't know what happened. The injection… everything… I shouldn't have—"
She shook her head slowly, still holding the sheet under her chin.
"It's fine, Nana. Really. I… I wanted it too. I don't know what came over us." She gave a small, confused laugh. "But I feel much better now. The fever… the restlessness… it's gone."
We sat side by side against the headboard, the sheet covering us, not quite looking at each other. The television still murmured in the background. Ten quiet minutes passed. Our breathing returned to normal. The guilt sat heavy between us, but so did a strange new closeness.
Then I felt it again.
A slow, familiar heat starting low in my stomach. My cock twitched under the sheet and began to thicken once more. At the same time I noticed the outline of her nipples pressing hard against the bedsheet again.
Chuin shifted. Her thighs pressed together. She glanced down at the growing tent under the sheet, then at her own chest, then up at my face. Her heartbeat was visible in the hollow of her throat.
She swallowed.
"Nana… I think…" her voice was soft, almost shy, but clear. "I think we need to do it again."