episode_0387

After flipping her over, it was my turn. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders after noticing her healthy, toned abs and slightly larger nipples that didn’t quite match her B-cup breasts. Although there were women for whom this position wouldn’t work due to my tall stature, fortunately, her legs were quite long, making it easy to maintain the posture.

“Is it because she’s a track athlete with long legs? Or is it because she’s Caucasian?”

After clearing away lingering doubts in my mind, I slowly inserted my erect member into her innermost depths. Her smooth vagina welcomed my shaft just before the floodgates opened.

“She responded well when I teased this spot earlier, right?”

While she gasped in pleasure, I wasn’t just idly enjoying myself. By monitoring where her moans intensified, finding weaknesses even after changing positions was effortless.

“Ah…!”

As I stimulated that area with the tip, she immediately responded. Seeing her arch slightly and moan, it seemed like I had hit the right spot. While intense sex penetrating deep into her womb was exhilarating, targeting her weaknesses in this manner was equally satisfying.

If I were to liken it to baseball, the intense penetration felt like hitting a home run purely with strength, while exploiting weaknesses felt more like calculating the location and pushing through. Both were enjoyable, but intelligent hitters like me preferred the latter.

“[Ah, harder, pound me harder!]”

As I continued to stimulate her G-spot, Kiara couldn’t hold back any longer and demanded more intensity. With her legs on my shoulders, I pressed down slowly with my upper body. As her thighs touched my abdomen, I began to move my hips again.

While it wasn’t a root-like penetration as when she was on top, the fact that I was in control heightened the pleasure. Slowly entering her weak spot, then thrusting strongly towards her cervix.

Gradually increasing the pace, sensations started to build up… from her.

“[Yes, not so fast! Ahh! Ahhh!]”

Demanding harder thrusts moments ago, Kiara now asked me to pause briefly. The sensation of having complete control over a woman sent tingles up my spine.

“I can’t stop now, can I?”

Especially the pleasure of driving harder when a woman pleads like this. While she could adjust movements when she was on top, now, completely under my control, she seemed overwhelmed by the forceful thrusts.

“[No, nooo!]”

Although Kiara cried out for a break, I had no intention of stopping. Moving my hips, I vigorously explored her innermost parts.

“[Ahh!]”

As she tightened around my member, Kiara let out a final moan and arched her head back. Her body began to convulse. Releasing what I had held back, I let go inside her.

“Well, it’s similar even with Caucasians.”

Withdrawing, I noticed several fluids near her shaved vagina. Despite being my creation, the sight was oddly satisfying.

“[Ohhh….]”

Kiara’s body still trembling with aftershocks, she naturally nestled against me.

“Her skin is soft, not bad at all.”

Though slightly different from what I expected, it was still satisfying enough.

“[That was good… Ji.]”

She seemed quite content with me.

“[This is the biggest I’ve had. Impressive, much better than I thought. Asian men aren’t bad either, are they?]”

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I blushed inwardly. Her praise reignited the blood flow to my previously fading member.

“[Already?]”

“[It’s a bit disappointing, isn’t it? Let’s clean up first.]”

“[Cleaning…?]”

Upon her questioning, I nodded downwards, and she understood my words perfectly, heading down.

After receiving a cleaning fellatio, we had two more rounds of sex before returning to our lodging. Rossby asked for my thoughts on the white girl she first hooked up with.

“Well, honestly, I’m not sure what the difference is since she was a slender type.”

That was my impression after hooking up with a white girl for the first time. She was definitely better than average people, but didn’t feel much different from Asian girls who work out. Well, her twerking skills were impressive, but maybe that was because Chiara seemed experienced in sex.

“Tsk, if you want to experience the real deal, you should hook up with voluptuous women.”

Rossby seemed somewhat disappointed in me.

“But would there be such women at the Olympics? They must all be into body management.”

Although her firm buttocks were attractive, I still felt unsatisfied. Where could I find voluptuous female athletes?

“Weightlifters? Hmm… Were there any pretty weightlifters? If so, they’re probably from South America…”

How would Latinas be like?

“Tsk, it’s because you haven’t been with proper women. There are plenty of superior women out there compared to those mediocre ones. If you search well, you’ll find many busty and curvy women.”

“Well, Chiara was decent. Nothing exceptional, though.”

Chiara got a 4-star rating from me. It wasn’t a low score, but Rossby kept complaining about missing the taste of her hometown, raising unnecessary expectations. Women are just women.

“…or so I thought.”

“[Haah! Haah! Ugh, this feels so good!]”

“Damn! Feels like I’m being sucked in?”

Seeing Elisha flaunting her doggy-style buttocks and violent chest in front of me, I understood why Rossby made that comment.

Elisha was an American sharpshooter who oddly liked K-pop and baseball. She wasn’t a fan of the KBA, but since she loved baseball, she knew about my record-breaking consecutive home runs this season and approached me first.

Her E-cup breasts, slightly plump figure, slim waistline, wide hips, and enhanced buttocks were irresistibly captivating. Her untanned fair skin reflecting sunlight, along with platinum blonde hair within her petite face, accentuated her features even more.

…As a result, Elisha was panting heavily in front of me. Her buttocks, seemingly accommodating enough for a man to enter, were visually striking. The intense pressure when penetrating those buttocks was unforgettable!

Moreover, her slightly chubby belly, soft and doughy, made one want to knead it like dough. There was a faint smell resembling cheese, but it was a flaw easily overlooked by her overall appeal! Encountering a woman of this caliber was rare, so I couldn’t stop swaying my hips.

“[Huff! Hah! Ahh!]”

With each collision of my thigh against her buttocks, accompanied by her moans and increasingly lewd sounds, as I spanked her a few times,

“[More! More!]”

Elisha cried out. Her actions fueled my desire.

“[Bitch! Look back!]”

I withdrew slightly to change positions, and she immediately lay down, assuming a position where it was easier for me to be on top. As I aligned my member with her vaginal entrance, she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me on.

“Hmm, she’s quite bold.”

Observing Elisha’s audacious demeanor and slightly chubby appearance, I felt the need to establish dominance.

“Let’s start off gently for now.”

Slowly inserting my penis into her, she let out a sound like “Oh~ yeah!” while making a pleasured expression. By the time I reached deep inside her,

Thud!

“[Huep!]”

As I punched her stomach, a strong force gripped the leg that was wrapped around my waist, and as her vagina contracted, it tightened around my penis. Of course, since I didn’t want to kill anyone during sex, I had learned from past experiences the optimal amount of force to use, so it wasn’t as painful. However, Alicia seemed quite surprised, probably because she hadn’t experienced this before.

“[Haah, Ji…?]”

“[How is it? Not too bad?]”

“[Uh, no, it’s not that. It’s just… it’s my first time doing this.]”

“[Everything has a first time.]”

“[…?]”

If it’s your first time, you’ll get used to it. As I raised my fist again, her vagina tightened around my penis once more.

“[Tell me if you don’t like it. I’ll stop.]”

“[It’s not that…!]”

‘Consent has been given.’

Descending back to her abdomen with her permission, she made a slight pig-like sound as I felt a strong sensation from my penis. As red marks began to appear on her soft belly, a feeling started to arise from within her.

The prelude to a familiar orgasm. No longer playing around with that feeling, I fixed my arms in place and began moving my hips.

“[Aaah!]”

‘A solid 4 stars.’

An almost perfect experience. Except for Hyuna and Soyoung among my women, there were hardly any who could reach a perfect score, so practically, this was close to perfection.

‘Looks like Rossby had a reason to reminisce about his hometown.’

Having sent her over the edge once, my penis was still alive. Although I missed the right timing to enjoy more, seeing her ample breasts in front of me made me think that some tit play wouldn’t be bad after all.

Naturally leaning towards her face and squatting down, Alicia smoothly licked towards my anus.

‘A woman who knows the basics.’

A service spirit worth more than 4 stars. While receiving this service, I grabbed her breasts with one hand each and stroked my penis. Her breasts, fitting her E-cup size, squeezed around my penis with hydraulic pressure, and soon enough, I ejaculated from the pleasure felt in conjunction with the service.

White semen scattered over her fair skin.

‘Hmm, indeed, this style is better than the slender ones. Well, slender styles are more common even in Korea. I should focus on slightly curvier styles for the Olympics.’

‘Finally, you’ve discovered the “taste of home.”‘

Rossby’s exclamation of the “taste of home” matched my taste quite well.

*

“Mangho, you seem to be in good shape these days?”

“Well, not too bad.”

Days filled with training, games, and nights spent seeking out and enjoying fine women. Even after Kiara and Alicia, devouring two more women, the evaluation was that my performance was quite decent compared to the average white guy. Perhaps a good physique supports good sexual encounters?

Eating at least a basic 3-star quality led to excellent condition. Tomorrow was finally the day of the LA Olympics that I had been waiting for. Although there were about four days left until baseball started, it didn’t feel like much time at all. And I felt a bit nervous.

This would be my third Olympics representing the country, but it could also be my last, so I couldn’t help but feel tense. Moreover, the Olympics are a global celebration watched by people worldwide. The thought of potentially becoming the hero on that stage…

‘These bastards, they’re all screwed!’

…ignited a fire in my chest.