Feeling the Neighboring Student
As Se-ran sucked his cock, she felt a cold trickle sliding down her thigh.
She wanted nothing more than to pull down her panties and climb straight onto the cock in front of her, but as the older one here, and as another man’s wife, there were lines she couldn’t cross.
It might have sounded ridiculous coming from a woman with another man’s cock in her mouth, but she had her own justification: this was only volunteer work for a student who was struggling.
I’d really like him to finish soon... If this drags on much longer, I don’t know what I’ll do myself.
And yet the reason she still managed to cling to that last shred of reason was thinner than a spiderweb. So when she saw Shin-woo’s expression while he was finishing, relief washed over her more strongly than regret.
Thank goodness...
But that was Se-ran’s mistake.
Even after he came, seeing Shin-woo still thrusting up toward the ceiling left her mind in turmoil.
“What is going on here... I thought men weren’t supposed to be able to get up again after they came...?”
The only man Se-ran knew well was her husband, and he had never once done anything like this.
Even when she had eagerly sucked him clean after he came, leaving his cock a mess of semen and saliva, he would only look embarrassed, then collapse and fall asleep without being able to rise again.
The place where people most often make mistakes when they desperately need the bathroom is right at the threshold, when the toilet is finally in sight.
That sense of relief is the Trojan horse that slips into a gate one has guarded with all one’s strength.
Se-ran was no different. She could no longer refuse the cock in front of her.
“Th-that is... it just felt so good when you did that for me, ma’am. So I was thinking... this time, I’d like to make you feel good too. Please, let me.”
“...Huh? What do you mean by that...?”
“It would feel too awful to just let me finish and leave it at that. Please, give me a chance to repay you too.”
Shin-woo had aimed perfectly at Se-ran’s weak point. No, in truth, Se-ran was already as good as wide open. Her last scrap of conscience had merely gone into action to create one final justification.
“Even so, how could I do that with a young man...?”
She’s probably already bursting with frustration. Is it guilt from being a married woman? Then I’ll have to push harder.
His good intentions—comforting a lonely older woman—gave Shin-woo a justification all his own.
“Ma’am, don’t say that. Just give me one chance.”
In a blur, Shin-woo lunged forward and swapped places with her.
“Hah, n-no, you can’t do this...”
She turned her head and protested that it wasn’t right, but her body, already prepared to accept everything, had obediently spread its legs.
When Shin-woo flipped up Se-ran’s skirt, her lower body was laid bare.
A pair of panties soaked through and stained greeted him.
“This really isn’t right...”
Se-ran tugged the lifted hem of her skirt up to cover her face.
Shin-woo bent down and brought his face to the front of her panties, where he could feel the heat of her cunt radiating outward.
Every time his breath touched her, her body twitched visibly beneath the fabric, and once he was sure, he stripped her panties off at once.
“Ahh! Student?”
Se-ran hurriedly brought both hands down to cover her fully exposed pussy, but Shin-woo seized those hands and lowered them to the floor.
Now she was left exposed from the waist down, stripped even of the use of her hands, and she had no way left to resist.
Even then, she hadn’t thought to close her legs, and through the spread of her thighs, Shin-woo caught sight of her slit gleaming with slick arousal, juice spilling down in stream after stream.
By sheer coincidence, the only place Shin-woo’s hands were free to move was one.
He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick Se-ran’s pussy.
“S-student. Why are you doing that... place... ahh...”
Ma’am... could it be she’s never been caressed like this before?
Se-ran and her husband’s sex had always followed the same set pattern.
Se-ran would do a little foreplay, her husband would simply shove his erect cock into her hole, thrust a few times, and come. That, more or less, was the entirety of their relationship.
Even when the neighborhood women described what they did with their husbands, Se-ran would sit there with her head lowered in embarrassment, only her ears open—and Shin-woo’s efforts to lick and fondle her came as an even greater shock.
I’m sure I’ve seen women like this in porn... and they seemed to like it.
Shin-woo wasn’t experienced either, but for Se-ran’s sake he threw everything he knew and everything he remembered into the task.
Clumsy but careful, he licked her labia slowly and gently, tasting the slick arousal that leaked from her.
It’s a little tangy.
Unlike what he had expected, there was no strange odor—only a pleasant, slightly sour tang.
When Shin-woo lifted his head a little and looked up, Se-ran had her eyes closed, completely preoccupied with low, groaning moans.
That’s a good sign... right?
Still inexperienced, Shin-woo wondered about her ambiguous reaction, but he pushed ahead and gave it his best.
“Ah-hng...”
The moment his tongue brushed lightly against her hole, the first moan of excitement slipped from Se-ran’s lips, which had been barely holding themselves in check until now.
Shin-woo took that sound as encouragement and thrust his tongue deeper inside.
“Hah!”
At that instant Se-ran sucked in her breath and tensed her whole body, and the walls of her channel tightened hard around his tongue.
Whoa, what the hell. I thought my tongue was going to get cut off there.
The surprise was only brief. Almost immediately, Shin-woo started wondering just how tightly this thing would grip if he put his cock in it.
For now, focus.
With Shin-woo’s tongue working steadily, Se-ran’s waist began to buck.
“S-student. Just a moment. Please, just a moment... ah-hng...”
Se-ran’s back arched hard, and her pussy twitched rapidly, over and over.
Shin-woo knew what that was.
It was the first time in Se-ran’s life she had ever felt anything like this, but she instinctively realized this was the thing the neighborhood women called the Big O.
After her eyelids were trembling from the intensity of it all, her body finally went limp.
Maybe she was still caught in the afterglow, because she only sat there gasping, staring emptily into space.
Watching her response, Shin-woo felt oddly glad that he had managed to comfort her a little.
Then I guess it’s time...
After waiting his turn long enough that he could no longer hold back, he brought his cock to the entrance as though it were about to charge in on its own, and Se-ran’s legs slowly parted.
“Ma’am... then I’m going to put it in.”
“Yes... then please...”
What exactly she was asking him to please do was anyone’s guess, but it didn’t affect the end result in the slightest.
Thud.
As his cock entered her, Se-ran’s waist jolted once again.
What is this... This is nothing like my husband. It’s only just gone in, and it’s already so stimulating. Ahh...
Shin-woo’s cock, incomparable to her husband’s in length, thickness, or hardness, sent a sharp thrill through Se-ran the moment it entered her.
And the shock didn’t stop there.
Each time Shin-woo’s cock pushed in, the flesh inside her pussy shifted and pressed against itself, creating a second wave of stimulation that exceeded anything she had imagined.
Shin-woo was shocked too.
Why is it so damn tight? She’s clearly soaked, and this isn’t even her first time.
His only standard of comparison was Yumi’s pussy, so he couldn’t make a precise judgment.
But if Yumi’s pussy had felt smooth and suction-soft in a way that tugged at him from the moment he entered, with only occasional grips that heightened the sensation, Se-ran’s pussy was an entirely different beast.
Even while leaking juice as though it had no end, her walls resisted him as if they had no intention of admitting him so easily, and every thrust into her felt like a new road had just been laid open, tight and straining.
Could the reason her husband finished early have been...
That was right. Se-ran’s husband was weak, yes, but more importantly, Se-ran had been born with a masterpiece pussy.
Even Shin-woo, caught off guard by a grip that made most cocks struggle to endure, couldn’t last long and climaxed quickly.
“M-ma’am. I’m going to cum.”
The pussy that had no intention of loosening clamped down hard on Shin-woo’s cock and took in his seed.
His cock, squeezed tight, spat out semen more violently than usual, and Se-ran felt another climax flare through her as the jet of semen struck inside her.
Even after he finished, her pussy didn’t relax easily, and when he finally managed to pull his cock free through the narrow opening, their fluids gushed out in little spurts.
Shin-woo slumped to the floor, looking at the semen leaking from her pussy and feeling irritated with himself for not satisfying her all the way.
Se-ran struggled upright, her face caught between relief, embarrassment, and guilt, but even if she could turn back time, she was certain she would make the same choice.
“Thank you, student... I’ve never felt anything like that before...”
“Then now that we’ve both helped each other once, let’s forget what happened today and go back to how things were starting tomorrow.”
Her faint smile carried an ache she couldn’t quite put into words.
Shin-woo made up his mind.
“No. I’m not done yet.”
“Huh...? N-no way...?”
Shin-woo’s cock was still hard.
“W-wait, this is already the second time. How can you...”
Se-ran just blinked in dazed confusion, and Shin-woo seized the opening to strip her completely naked.
“Eek, st-student...?”
He made the flustered Se-ran lie back down, then folded his body over hers.
“I’m sorry, but once more. Please.”
Thud.
Their second round started at once.
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