Chapter 132
Her first boyfriend came into her life around the age of twenty-two, in the autumn. He was a graduate student four years her senior from a different university.
She didn’t feel like she was dying of love or anything. It was more like, Well, I should probably try dating at some point—why not give it a shot? And he was probably the same. Still, he wasn’t a bad guy by any means.
After their first kiss, she felt unsettled for days. It wasn’t what she had expected.
How to put it… It was like anticipating shrimp but getting a snack with only 0.1% shrimp content. Not bad, but enough to make her tilt her head in confusion.
Her first s****l experience was similar. Honestly, Jaha had expected a lot more. She thought it would be way better than doing it alone.
Up until the touching and foreplay, it was… fine. The unfamiliar hands on her body made her tingle with the promise of something. But the moment he actually entered her, she was shocked by how little she felt.
“Does it hurt a lot? I’m kinda big, right?”
Though he sounded concerned, there was a hint of pride in his voice.
Jaha was quietly stunned.
This is considered big?
Sure, since it was her first time, it was tight and overwhelming. But not unbearably so. She could’ve handled more. Something thick enough to stretch her legs to their limit, long enough to make her feel like her insides were being pressed down—
While she was still thinking that, he came. She was genuinely baffled.
Already? How many times had he even gone in and out?
She had assumed he’d last longer, pounding into her with deep, steady thrusts. But no—he fumbled around, barely moving in any noticeable rhythm, then finished like it was nothing.
Maybe the second round will be different. He’ll recover fast and make up for it.
But after rationalizing it, he just flopped onto his back without even putting on another condom.
An hour later, after some small talk, the second round began—and it was no different. No, actually, the first time at least hurt. The second time? Nothing. It was utterly bland, devoid of any sensation.
Drowned in disappointment, Jaha went home. From start to finish, it had been nothing like she imagined.
She had assumed men were bigger. That they lasted longer. That even after finishing, they’d get hard again in no time. For some reason, she had taken that for granted.
Who knew s*x could be this… underwhelming?
That day, upon returning home, Jaha logged onto a porn site. She searched keywords like big d**k and huge c**k, then clicked on the video with the largest-looking thumbnail among the flood of results.
“Yeah… it should at least be this big…”
As she watched the scene of a forearm-sized shaft spreading a woman’s entrance wide, heat pooled deep inside her stomach. Logically, she worried, Could a body even take something like that? Yet her physical reaction was unmistakable—arousal.
Jaha slicked her fingers with lube and touched her c**t and n*****s. Some untouched, hidden depth inside her pulsed with an unfamiliar heat, craving something she couldn’t name.
“Ngh… ah…”
Before she knew it, she had become the woman in the video, taking that monstrous length inside her. In her mind, she was pinned helplessly beneath ruthless strength, her insides churned by each thrust of that thick, weapon-like pillar—eyes rolling back, juices dripping as she was pushed to climax.
At the strangely vivid end of this fantasy, she glimpsed a pair of purple eyes.
Slumped and trembling in the aftershocks, Jaha found it odd.
Purple? Not black, not blue—purple. Not exactly a common color to imagine in a moment like this.
Meanwhile, on screen, the relentless piston of flesh finally spilled its load deep into the woman’s core. Then, smearing the c*m onto her asshole, it plunged into her there instead.
Jaha frowned. A**l s*x wasn’t her thing. Whether women could enjoy it or not aside, it just seemed… unhygienic.
Wiping her hands clean, she moved to click back—but the image of that brutal thrusting lingered behind her eyelids.
The veined shaft disappearing into the a*s, the dripping fluids, the woman’s shattered moans—
A heat she couldn’t explain crawled over Jaha’s skin. Hypnotized, she kept watching, fingers circling her c**t again.
What the hell? I used to hate this stuff… so why…?
Finally, the man in the video came inside her a*s. As he slowly pulled out, thick s***n dripped from the gaping hole.
“Ugh—!”
Reaching her second climax, Jaha slumped limply against the back of her chair.
Had her tastes really changed like this? She could hardly believe she had gotten so turned on watching something like that. As if in denial, she closed the browser window and shut off her computer.
Even after that, she slept with her boyfriend a few more times, but Jaha never found any real satisfaction.
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