Park XX's Confession 9
Sss… haa…
Oh Hyun-seok buried his nose in the crotch of my wife’s pantyhose and drank in the smell. Then he started licking the sheer fabric stretched over her pussy.
Slurp… slurp…
The outer surface of the pantyhose grew wet with spit until even the panties underneath were soaked. Only then did he seem satisfied; smacking his lips, he began peeling the pantyhose down her legs.
Under his hands the sheer fabric that had been gripping her lower body rolled down in tight folds. The kid had technique, though—he caught pantyhose and panties together and dragged both of them off at once. In a single pull, the panties and pantyhose hung halfway down her thighs.
Oh grabbed both of her legs and hoisted them high. Her hips lifted just enough that her pussy was laid bare right in front of his face—thighs still half-wrapped in pantyhose, legs forced wide. The lips of her sex folded thickly over themselves, and Oh stared, entranced, unable to look away.
“Holy… fuck… is that a bare pussy?”
The shock on his face almost made me laugh out loud. He was half right and half wrong. Above her slit, soft pubic hair definitely grew—but right around the lips themselves, not a single stray hair, as if she’d been waxed smooth. Even without any special upkeep, that part of her body stayed strangely hairless, always sleek. It startled me every time I saw it, so his reaction made sense.
“Jesus… Manager… I’m seriously jealous…”
Without another thought, Oh jammed his nose into my wife’s pussy.
Sniff, sniff… haa…
“That smell… fuck… that’s it…”
He rubbed his nose into her folds, then started sucking at the slightly parted lips.
Slurp… slurp…
“Holy shit… what is this?”
He groaned in wonder and sucked her greedily. It had to be a taste he’d never had before—not the usual salty or flat flavor of a cunt, but something faintly sweet and tart. She hadn’t even washed that day, so the scent and taste would have been even stronger. His eyes went soft as he lost himself in her.
Sluuurp…
As he vacuumed at her like a machine, her body twitched and her mouth fell slightly open. Even deep in sleep, her body answered a strong enough stimulus. Oh seemed to notice; he kept glancing at her face while he worked, zeroing in on the spots that made her react, staring up at her the whole time—until he suddenly lifted his head. Something was working behind his eyes.
“Fuck… wonder if I can… maybe just once?”
He made up his mind, rose, and moved up toward her chest. Then he simply straddled her belly and sat. His thick cock hung right above her breasts.
Slap. Slap.
He swung his cock like a bat, batting at the soft swell of her tits, then started rubbing the head against her stiff nipples. Every pass of the glans made those purple peaks stand even harder. When he’d finished warming up, he spat into his palm, slicked the entire shaft, and shoved the wet, thick cock into the valley between her breasts, grinding back and forth.
“Haa… fucking perfect…”
Wanting a tighter squeeze, he crushed her breasts together with both hands until the nipples almost touched, and his thick cock plowed relentlessly through the pressed channel of her cleavage.
“Shit, this isn’t enough…”
He yanked free of her tits, crawled on his knees up to her face, and settled astride her chest. His heavy cock all but hid her small face. One hand closed around her head and slowly pulled her toward him. He rubbed the glans carefully over her lips, then eased it into the slight parting of her mouth.
“Haa… fuck… I’m losing it…”
Only the tip was inside and he was already shaking with pleasure. Inch by inch he fed that thick cock deeper; her mouth stretched wider and wider to take it. She lay slack, lips passively parted, drool running from the corners of her mouth. He used that spit as lube and forced himself in to the root.
“Holy… fuck…”
Fired up, he clamped both hands on her head, locked her in place, and started fucking her mouth.
Ghk… ghk…
Every time that thick shaft slid in and out of her throat, she gave a faint gag. He was driving it all the way to her uvula. For a second I worried she might wake. Unlikely—but the last thing we needed was for her to open her eyes. Someone had to reel Oh in before he completely lost it.
After a moment’s thought, I called him.
Brrring.
The phone on the table went off. Mid-thrust in my wife’s mouth, Oh nearly jumped out of his skin and froze solid. The phone sat within arm’s reach. When he saw my name on the screen, he scrambled to answer.
“Y-yes, Manager. You’re already here?”
“No, I just got home. Need to ask you something.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Are my cigarettes there?”
“Cigarettes?”
“Yeah. I got home and they’re gone. Thought I might’ve left them.”
“One second.”
He glanced around looking for them. Of course the cigarettes were only an excuse—I just needed to cool him down. Even while he searched, though, he never pulled out of her mouth. He kept giving little shallow thrusts, milking the pleasure while he pretended to look.
“Don’t see them, Manager.”
“Really? Where the hell did I put them? Screw it… I’ll just buy a pack.”
“Yes, sir. When are you coming back?”
“Not sure. I’ll text when I leave. Is the wife still asleep?”
“Ah—yes. Yes, still out.”
“Got it. See you later.”
“Yes! Drive safe!”
He hung up, let out a long breath of relief, and set the phone down. Then he pulled free of her mouth and moved fast, relocating between her legs. Guilt made a thief of him—my voice had clearly put the fear in him.
He lifted both her legs high, studied her pussy, and began gently rubbing her clit. One finger slid into her. Her cunt clenched hard around his thick finger. Feeling the tightness, he gathered a thick string of spit and let it fall over her folds, then started working the wet opening with his finger.
Squish. Squish.
Once she loosened a little, he pushed two fingers in at once.
Schlick. Schlick.
He worked her steadily, then paused, staring hard at her cunt.
“Fuck… I think I can do it.”
At first I didn’t understand what he meant. He hooked one arm under both her legs, hoisted them high, reset his stance, and began fingering her in earnest.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
He didn’t stop, digging into her at a brutal pace, face flushed dark with effort.
Then it happened.
Fssshhh.
A clear jet of water burst from her pussy like a fountain and splashed across his face.
“Holy shit… she really is a dirty little slut.”
I was just as stunned. My wife, squirting? I swear I’d never imagined she was capable of it. Aside from a faint tremor in her lower belly, her face stayed perfectly peaceful even after the spray left her.
Oh greedily sucked at her soaked cunt, then climbed over her body with his cock twitching.
“Gonna fuck you raw.”
He tapped her entrance with the head a few times, then drove that thick cock straight in.
Haa…
Her pussy wrapped around him as if it meant to melt him. Already worked up, he started pounding her from the first stroke like he meant to punch through her.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Every time he put his weight behind it, her breasts bounced and rolled. He clamped his mouth over one purple nipple and kept thrusting.
“Shit… can’t hold it…”
Suddenly he yanked out and pulled back. The edge of orgasm had clearly hit him and he’d pulled free just in time. Fair enough—first taste of her, after all.
In a hurry he flipped her from her back onto her stomach. She lay face-down, that firm ass offered up right under his eyes. He lined up and pushed into the slit of her just visible beneath the cleft of her buttocks.
Haaa…
With her legs closed this time, the squeeze had to be something else. After a few thrusts he shoved a cushion under her belly so her hips tilted up a little higher, then plastered himself against her back and drove into her again and again. He bit and licked the soft lobe of her ear half-hidden in her hair, groaning against her skin.
Haa… haa…
Pinned beneath him, she still wore that calm, empty expression while she took every inch of his cock. Maybe that blank face only made it worse for him.
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
His pace climbed until the sofa itself was shaking. I started to worry the woman crushed under him might actually wake.
But only for a moment. Right at the brink, Oh jerked free of her ass, gripped his cock hard, scrambled up to her face, and shoved himself straight into her mouth.
“Haa… you fucking bitch…”
He came down her throat. And somehow—astonishingly—she didn’t spit it out. She simply swallowed. Whether it was pure unconscious reflex or something else, I couldn’t say. The sight clearly threw Oh, too.
When he finished, his legs gave out and he sat hard on the floor. After a blank second he hurried to straighten her clothes, dress her again, and lay her neatly back on the sofa. From the outside it looked as if nothing at all had happened.
A little later he headed for the bathroom, probably to wash his face. The moment his phone screen went dark, I started preparing to head back to my room.
But just as I was about to end the video call, something I could hardly believe unfolded in front of my eyes.
My wife, who had been lying so demurely on the sofa, cracked her eyes open and began looking around—as if she had been awake the entire time.