Part 3 is here but I suggest read before two for ultimate enjoying.
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.”
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