Thanks, My Friend.
Wow, fuck. Is this really a thirty-seven-year-old woman?! The moment her tight, scorching inner walls swallowed me whole without a gap, my mind went blank white.
Sticky flesh clung densely around me, squeezing breathlessly tight in proportion to my thickness, then sucking me in with a voracious pull that was anything but ordinary. It felt like what it must be like for a virgin who knows men.
"Haa… haa……."
Ayoung couldn't even swallow her breath; she panted roughly. Her pupils darted wildly as she stared at the ceiling, her whole body tensing from the sudden invasion of something massive. From her parted lips, no scream escaped—just ragged, choking gasps leaking perilously from her throat.
I stayed buried deep inside, not moving my hips hastily. Instead, I pressed the blunt tip of my glans firmly against the spongy inner wall. Even without thrusting roughly, just the pressure made the tender flesh mash stickily around my shaft, sending sharp tingles through me.
"Ahut… ack, hngh……."
Ayoung's waist lifted slightly off the mattress. Her fingers gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles whitened, and her head snapped back. Thin spasms—whether holding her breath or exhaling, I couldn't tell—fluttered from her flushed lips.
I gripped her waist firmly with both hands, pinning her slender body in place so she couldn't escape, and thrust deeper bit by bit, until I bottomed out. The deeper I pushed, the more her dense insides resisted, yet they yielded a soaked path all the same.
"Uht… eugh…… uuuh……."
Painfully muffled groans leaked through clenched teeth. Tears welled in her trembling eyes. Her face was a confused mess—torn between ripping pain and an unfamiliar, ecstatic pleasure she couldn't grasp.
I stopped once I was fully sheathed to the hilt. Her narrow walls struggled around my girth, stretching and clenching repeatedly in spasms. Her body was desperately trying to memorize my cock filling a space left achingly empty for far too long.
I placed my palm on her taut belly and gently stroked below her navel. Her lower abdomen bulged slightly—right there, inside, my cock coiled viciously. When I pressed lightly with my fingertips, the inner mucosa clamped down hard on my shaft again, making her whole body jolt like she'd been electrocuted.
"Haa… huaa……."
She squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lower lip, struggling to control her breathing, but with every heave of her chest, sweat beaded on her flushed nape and trickled down helplessly. It was a desperate writhing to deny this shameful situation—and her own body heating up against her will.
As her ragged tremors eased, the vicious grip inside began to loosen. The dense flesh that had been clutching me so tightly now fully embraced my shaft, pulsing faintly like it was breathing—expanding, then contracting stickily.
Getting used to it, huh. I slowly drew back and started pistoning. Even shallow strokes without pulling out completely made her exquisite walls surge forward every time my tip scraped sensitive mucosa, then snap back elastically, twisting her pretty brow in agony.
"Uht… ahut, ah, hngh……."
Her squeezed-shut eyes flew open. With half-focused pupils, she looked up at me pleadingly and shook her head. Why are you moving all of a sudden? I'm not ready yet—fear in her eyes. But her entrance below was brutally honest. Every time I plunged in and out, sticky flesh slapped and clung, refusing to let go.
Then, her gasping lips parted urgently.
"C… condom…… ha, hngh, I didn't……."
I feigned surprise and stopped abruptly.
"Oh, right. Forgot the rubber."
At my words, all color drained from Ayoung's face.
"N… no, no……."
She panicked, twisting her hips to escape from under me. Her legs flailed, her sheet-gripping hands pushed at my solid chest—but the more she thrashed, the more her slick walls slid over me, amplifying the electric pleasure.
I pressed her writhing shoulders down firmly, pinning her perfectly to the bed. I didn't even need much strength. Her arms, soaked in terror and arousal, had no force left to push me away.
"If you keep squirming like that down there, I might cum without meaning to."
"……Ah."
At my lie, her body froze like she'd been doused in ice water. Her desperate flailing stopped—even her ragged breaths seemed to halt. Her wide, frightened eyes just blinked up at me.
I loosened my grip on her shoulders and soothed her gently, playing nice.
"I can just pull out, right?"
Her pupils quivered faintly. Deep suspicion in her gaze. Will this horny kid really pull out at the last second? Can I trust a twenty-year-old's flimsy promise? Of course, I had no intention of creampieing anyway. After getting chewed out by the old man recently over girl troubles, I wasn't looking to cause a scene. Knocking up this MILF could get me beaten like a dog in the dog days of summer.
I tenderly brushed the sweat-matted hair from her forehead and whispered.
"Promise I'll pull out. Don't believe me? Want me to record it instead of a contract?"
I picked up my phone from the bedside. At "record," her face paled, and she shook her head frantically.
"N… no need… I, I'll believe you……."
"Hey, I'm your son's friend, after all. Give me some credit."
Her pale lips trembled at my absurd words. Anxiety and doubt lingered in her eyes, but her expression was one of wretched realization: she had no other choice. In the end, she clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out reality.
It was fucking hilarious. I snapped my hips up heavily, scraping her dense walls from bottom to top with my tip. The soaked folds caught precariously on my glans, stretching taut in a vivid, sticky pull that felt like I could grasp it.
"Hngh… ah, there, hut… hut……."
Her slim waist bucked helplessly off the mattress. Suppressed moans burst hotly through gritted teeth. She was trying to cling to reason on the surface, but inside, it was the opposite—squeezing me ferociously like it wanted to snap me off, sucking me deep into her guts with every thrust.
Slurp, squelch, smack. Obscene, wet friction sounds began filling the quiet room lewdly. Transparent juices gushing from her walls trickled down my thick shaft, slicking our beastly-clasped flesh.
Her clenched jaw slackened, her squeezed eyes fluttered half-open hazily, and Ayoung's desperately resisting expression finally crumbled.
"Haaang… aaang… uht, aaa……."
Her eyes widened in shock at the blatant moans ripping from her own lips. She bit her lower lip hard to stifle them, but that only made the leaking sounds sharper and higher.
Her body had long since abandoned resistance to base pleasure. I battered her deepest cervix like a beast, ramping up speed insanely. I pounded her crushed soft flesh mercilessly, giving it no chance to rebound.
Smack, smack, squelch-squelch, smack-smack-smack!
"A… aaht! Haaang, huaaht……!"
Overflowing nectar splattered from our colliding thighs, soaking the white sheets. Dull flesh-slaps layered sloppily over the sticky plunges, heating the room's air.
"Hoo……."
I exhaled a long, rough breath, prepping for explosion. I spread her legs wide, locking them over my shoulders, and slammed my hips up beast-like, dead-on for her deepest core. Every piercing thrust made her flat lower belly bulge like it would rupture.
Plunge. Squelch. Plunge!
"A… a! Ack… I, weird, hngh… aaaht……!"
Ayoung's lithe waist arched sharply into the air. Her sweat-beaded neck snapped back, a strangled scream bursting from her gaping mouth. Her flailing hands clutched my thick forearms like lifelines. That grip only spiked my urge to cum.
I crushed her thrashing legs with brute force, dominating her completely, then scraped up the final pleasure and rammed to the hilt one last time.
"Haaaaang…! A, ack……!"
In that instant, Ayoung's entire body went rigid like a drawn bowstring. Her gaping mouth could only gurgle—no more moans. Her narrow walls convulsed wildly, clamping down. Like a thrashing pulse, fast and savage contractions surged like a tidal wave, threatening to choke my cock at the root.
Dangerous. I gritted my teeth and yanked out urgently. Even as I withdrew, sticky mucosa clung stubbornly to my glans, refusing to release.
I barely escaped that ravenous swamp and aimed at her heaving belly. Splurt, spuuurt. Splurt. Thick, hot white semen splattered roughly over her flushed white lower abdomen. The gooey load pooled in her navel before sluggishly trickling down her smooth sides.
"Hoo… almost came inside."
I panted, shaking out the last drops from my shaft. My pounding heart wouldn't settle. Her insane grip had nearly made me lose it and flood her depths like an animal.
Ayoung was still lost in the aftershocks of her intense climax. Her half-lidded eyes lost focus; from her red, parted lips, saliva-mixed breaths leaked sporadically. Did she even register the warmth of my seed defiling her belly? Her vacant gaze just stared blankly at the dark ceiling.
I wanted to hold her again. This hypersensitive body could take pounding all night. But time was tight—no room for luxuries. Woochan would be back from school soon.
I swallowed my regret, rose from the rumpled bed, and headed to the bathroom. From behind the half-open door, faint sobs of despair reached me from Ayoung—but I didn't turn back or care.
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The next day, I leaned against the hallway window, idly overlooking the languid playground. The campus, well past lunchtime, held only scattered groups chatting. Nothing captivating, but nowhere better to go.
I wanted to head over right now. The sticky feel of her palms and waist lingered vividly. Closing my eyes brought back that tight, hot grip squeezing madly, making my groin ache.
But hitting her back-to-back would be amateur hour. Daily visits might break her completely. Right now, her head must be a muddy mess of humiliation and self-loathing. Mixed with the pleasure of my cock ravaging her insides, her reason couldn't regroup.
She needed time. Until her boiling rage cooled, and that denied pleasure etched indelible afterimages into every corner of her body. Rushing unripe fruit just tastes bitter.
Drumming the windowsill lightly, Woochan's face flashed in my mind. Wonder what that nerd's up to.
I turned leisurely and headed to his class. Peering through the back door's glass, I spotted him alone in the rear corner desk, book open. A transparent barrier seemed around him—his spot empty, front-row cliques ignoring him completely. Textbook perfect outcast.
Scraaape. I slid the back door open boldly and perched sideways on the empty desk in front of him. Before he looked up, sharp classroom stares zeroed on me. Sneaky glances, laced with cheap pity for him.
Ah, fuck. Like I'm about to eat him alive. Irritated, I swept a cold glare around; they flinched to their phones.
"Oh, Jinho. Hey."
Woochan looked up from his book, face purely glad—no wariness. To this idiot, I'm savior and real friend, his lifeline through hellish school life.
Your mom's pussy was killer. I swallowed the acrid mockery rising to my tongue. No need to stir shit. He hadn't wronged me—and hell, he delivered Ayoung right to me, top merit.
"What're you studying so hard?"
"Eh, just a bit."
"Not bored?"
"……Of course I am."
He stopped scribbling and smiled bitterly. After staring silently at the dense textbook, he added cautiously, voice low.
"But if I get this diploma safe, job's guaranteed later. Wanna let Mom rest easy—no more suffering."
I was speechless. Felt like I was the irredeemable scum. This poor bastard endures this shit ostracism to pamper his mom once, while I forced her legs open and fucked her raw last night.
What a shitty situation—even by my standards. But any guilt was fleeting. I patted his slumped shoulder and grinned vacantly.
"Yeah, grind like hell. After graduation, I'll hook you up with a solid spot at the old man's company."
"Heh, thanks."
He grinned awkwardly, eyes crinkling. That look overlapped sickeningly with Ayoung gasping under me last night.
Thank you, buddy. Smirking inwardly, I rose leisurely.