The Thrill of an Outdoor Threesome (3)
Thud... thud... thud...
Someone was clearly approaching the front of the restroom. From my position in the back I couldn’t make out exactly who it was, but one thing was certain: those footsteps were heading straight for the men’s bathroom.
“Haaah... ahhk...!”
Jang-woo had Seung-yeon practically lifted off her feet as he drove his thick lips deep into her pussy. The tip of his nose and the area around his mouth were already slick with the strange, glistening juices spilling from her secret hole.
And still her moans kept pouring out, thick and heavy. She bit down hard between her red lips, barely managing to hold the sounds back.
He can’t come in... hurry up and notice!
Thud... thud...
“Shh!”
It happened in an instant. Lee Hwa-soo was the first to catch the sound of someone entering the restroom. The moment he heard the presence right outside the door he threw a frantic signal toward Seung-yeon and Jang-woo.
“Shh... quiet. Don’t move.”
Click...
The restroom door swung open hard the second Hwa-soo finished speaking. Jang-woo’s tongue had just pushed past the mound of her pussy and was a breath away from brushing her clit.
“Mm...”
Hwa-soo clamped one hand over Seung-yeon’s mouth. The three of them froze exactly as they were—like someone had yanked the hands off a clock—and strained to listen to what was happening outside.
Thud... thud...
The man who stepped through the door didn’t even bother turning on the light. He headed straight for the urinal. From the window side I could see him clearly: a middle-aged man with graying hair, almost elderly.
Ssshhh...
He dropped his pants and unzipped at once. He must have been desperate; a thin stream of piss began to trickle out right away.
“Hooo...”
He let out that distinctive old-man sigh. In the moonlight Seung-yeon’s face twisted with sudden shock.
“Haa... haa...”
She was barely breathing at all. Only the flush burning across her cheeks showed how tightly wound she was in that moment.
For some reason my own palm was suddenly hot and damp. In this situation that was beyond strange—it was electric—and beads of fluid had already gathered at the tip of my cock.
Ah... if only I were the one sucking my wife’s pussy right now...
I projected myself onto the two men sealing Seung-yeon’s upper and lower lips at the same time. If I had been just a little more handsome, a little more attractive as a man... would I have been able to share that kind of love with my wife?
“Whew. That hits the spot.”
Fortunately the old man never noticed that other people were crammed into this tiny restroom—three of them, one of them a half-naked woman.
Click...
“Haa... seriously...!”
The moment the old man left, Seung-yeon shoved Hwa-soo’s hand away. She sucked in rough breaths and let out a long sigh. Her expression looked thoroughly pissed off.
“You okay?”
Even Jang-woo, still between her legs, asked after her.
“What the hell was that... we almost got caught...”
“Lucky break. If Hwa-soo hyung hadn’t noticed, we’d be in handcuffs right now.”
“Haa... really...”
“Got you excited, didn’t it?”
“What?”
“I said, did it turn you on.”
Hwa-soo’s question always struck dead center. He locked eyes with her and dropped the heavy words; her pupils trembled.
“What are you talking about...”
“Jang-woo. Check if she’s wet.”
“Heh. Wet in a situation like this? Shall we find out?”
“Oh my god... stop...!”
In the next breath Jang-woo’s hands shoved her pale thighs apart again. Her ass smashed back against the wall with a lewd wet slap.
“W-wait a second! What are you doing...!”
“Shh. Hold still. Just checking if you’re wet.”
“Ahh... seriously...!”
“Hmm~”
Jang-woo’s face pressed close between her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He blasted hot breath and spit straight into her pussy, then his snake-like tongue flicked out and dragged a long, wicked stroke across her folds.
“Slurp... slurp...”
“Ahhk...! Ah... stop...!”
“Haa... this is a full-on flood.”
His voice was thick with excitement as he lapped at her. The tip of his nose already dripped with the juices she had poured out; her fluids coated him so thoroughly they looked ready to fall in fat drops.
“You’re this wet and still pretending you’re not?”
Hwa-soo piled on without mercy.
“No, that’s...”
“Seung-yeon. Since we’ve come this far, just let go completely. You don’t need to save face in front of us, and you don’t need to worry about anyone else.”
He held her gaze and spoke each word deliberately. With Jang-woo locking her lower body in place she couldn’t even twitch; she had no choice but to listen to the end.
“That’s how you get to know your honest self. Understood?”
He taught her like a student. That deep, trustworthy voice and the absolute certainty in his posture had a way of pulling people under.
“Ah... okay...”
She managed a small nod.
“Then spread wider.”
The second the words left his mouth Jang-woo’s face dove back into her pussy.
“Slurp... suck... slurp... suck...”
He stretched his long tongue out and scrubbed her thoroughly, licking without the slightest hesitation, as if he had been waiting forever for this.
“Haaah... ahhk..!”
“How does it feel doing it outside? Is this what you wanted so badly?”
“Haa... no... ahhp...!”
“I told you not to lie!”
“Ahhk!”
Hwa-soo yanked her T-shirt all the way up over her head. She raised both arms for him; her full breasts spilled forward again in a heavy bounce.
“Nipples are standing straight up. What should I do with them?”
“Haa... haah...!”
“Looks like we need to train you to say what you want properly. What should I do with them?”
Slap!
“Haauk!”
His hand cracked across the soft swell of her breast. The flour-white flesh flushed red at once.
“Not trained at all. What the hell has that husband of yours been doing?”
“Haa... haah...!”
Down below Jang-woo’s rough hands clamped her thighs harder and sealed his tongue even tighter against her.
“Suck... suck... haa...”
Hot breath blasted from his face as it mashed into her pussy; her ass quivered and even more juice poured out.
Ah...
I couldn’t stand the way her face twisted under the moans. She pressed her lips together hard to bottle up the thick sounds that kept trying to escape. Those moans I had never once heard in my life felt as if they were meant for me.
Slick... slick...
I stroked the tip of my cock where precum already hung in long, cheesy strands. The thing in my hand was harder than it had ever been—hard enough that I almost couldn’t believe I was supposed to be a eunuch.
Yeah... this is the feeling.
“Haaah...!”
Hwa-soo’s fingertips began to roll her nipples in slow circles. Already wet with spit, the pink buds twisted lewdly under his touch.
“Haa... hoo... suck... the water just keeps coming. It’s a waterfall.”
“You like it that much?”
“Ahhk...!”
Jang-woo was drinking the endless flood from her pussy like holy water. His tongue kept crushing her clit; she couldn’t handle the torrent of juices bursting out of her.
Was she always this wet...?
“Hoo... haa... hoo..”
Jang-woo finally pulled his mouth away and wiped the thin fluids with his hand. The sweet scent of her pussy must have hit him hard; an unhideable smile hung on his lips.
“Ready to put it in?”
“Yeah, more than ready. It’s dripping all the way down her thighs...”
“You ready?”
“Hell, I’ve been about to explode since earlier.”
Jang-woo answered with shameless swagger.
“Then you go first.”
“M-me? Really? I can go first?”
He couldn’t hide the grin. Staring at her sex with the skirt hiked to her waist, he looked ready to drool.
“We have to take turns so our Seung-yeon can enjoy it, right?”
Our... Seung-yeon?
Hwa-soo’s words toward my wife were getting more and more outrageous.
“Not much time. Her husband might come looking.”
What?
“Heh. You mean that sucker of a husband?”
“Watch your mouth. Seung-yeon’s right here.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“Let’s start.”
Those... bastards!
The lust that had been boiling while I gripped and rubbed my cock flipped straight into rage.
“Haaah...!”
Jang-woo’s palm seized the back of her neck and pulled her forward. She turned around, hands braced against the restroom wall. In my eyes her white ass rose plump and slightly lifted, mouth-watering.
“Haa... look at that bouncy thing.”
“Haaah...!”
As if possessed, Jang-woo kneaded her ass. Her lower body started trembling under his fingers.
“Lift your hips higher.”
“Haa... nngh...”
The juices pouring from her formed little streams running down between her thighs. Jang-woo didn’t miss a drop; he swept them up with his palm and smeared them back over the entrance of her pussy.
“Ahhk....!”
The hot liquid made her jump. Her ponytail swayed in time with every stroke of his hand.
Then Jang-woo pulled out a cock that looked twice the size of mine. It sprang free, thick and angry. No matter how many times I saw it, those blue veins ready to burst never got any easier to look at.
“Want me to put it in?”
“Haa... nngh...”
She shook her head at Hwa-soo’s question. Sweat was already soaking the nape of her neck under the ponytail.
“Say it properly. Put it in for me?”
“Haa... yes...”
Squelch...
Squelch...
“Ahhk! Haaah! Haa...”
Even here the wet friction of Jang-woo’s cock spearing into her pussy rang out raw and clear. The lewd sound of her entrance being rubbed open made the muscles of his furious ass clench tight.
“Haaah...!”
Squelch... squelch...
Thwack... thwack...
“Mm... nngh...!”
At last Jang-woo’s hips began to rock. With only the tennis skirt still hanging at her waist, Seung-yeon’s ass started swaying slowly to the rhythm of his thrusts.