Flower Viewing, Part 3
Jeongun held his breath and took stock of the situation, resting a hand on Suhee's ass as she leaned against the tree in front of him.
"Nnh."
"Shh."
Even the bare brush of his palm sent a sharp jolt through her. They were outdoors, with strangers close enough to hear. The men weren't looking their way—there was no real chance of being caught—but the situation itself was becoming exactly the kind of thing that made Suhee come apart.
Jeongun's cock had no intention of going soft. The curve where her ass met her waist felt exquisite under his fingertips. That slender, almost breakable waist flowing into her wide, generous hips—no line in the world was more obscene. And at the tip of his cock he could feel her soaked pussy and the cute little twitch of her asshole.
Click. Flick. Click. The men on the bench were fumbling with a lighter, trying to get a cigarette going. They were so drunk they couldn't even manage that.
"Ah, why won't this damn thing work?"
"Here, gimme that."
They passed the lighter back and forth, waving it around, wrestling with it a few times before collapsing into the bench. Watching them, Jeongun relaxed a little. At that level of drunk, it wouldn't have been surprising if they just passed out on the pavement. Hidden behind the tree, Suhee didn't seem to know exactly what was happening.
A slow, wet slide.
"Nnh... a-are you okay?"
"Shh."
He notched the heavy head of his cock against her entrance and quietly rolled his hips forward. A perfect standing doggy. Better than kneeling, he thought—this way he could see her pretty legs stretched out long. Her taut thighs and slender calves glowed pale even in the dark.
Flick.
"Hoo... ah, I'm dizzy."
"Gimme a light too."
Cigarette smoke drifted up from beyond the bench. He should have been able to see their heads, but he couldn't. Maybe it was the drunkenness—their postures had collapsed, and they seemed to be slumping almost horizontal against the seat.
A long, slow push. Jeongun drove his hips more deliberately. The dense, clinging heat at the tip of his cock sent a shiver all the way to the crown of his head. No matter how many times he had her, she tasted this good. Her pussy clamped down as if it meant to snap him off. Suhee was already wildly aroused.
The murmuring voices and the smell of tobacco carried clearly from the other side of the tree. That close. The unlit stretch of path was pitch black, yes—but the physical distance was vanishingly small.
And in the middle of all that, with his hands locked hard around her hips, his cock pushing into her—a sharp, slicing pleasure carved through her whole body. The slow advance of him felt impossibly heavy. He forced her petal-soft folds apart, left and right, taking his time. As if giving her entrance a chance to stretch and accept him, he pressed in with agonizing slowness.
"Hahk—"
It was a different kind of pleasure from a hard, fast thrust—a heavy, occupying weight that soon ruled her entire body. The sharp edge that had been slicing through her gathered, dense and crushing, in her lower half. Suhee's gasping was loud enough that Jeongun glanced toward the men. Either they couldn't hear, or they were too far gone—they were absorbed in their own slurry, unintelligible conversation.
He gripped her waist again, pinning her in place. Then he reached around with his right hand and covered her mouth.
"Mmph."
A thick, wet slide. He drove himself the rest of the way in. Her lower body trembled; he felt her pussy clench down. She tried to make a sound around the cock that was stretching her to bursting, but his hand sealed it off. Not a chance.
"Nnh."
True to form for a woman who got off on the razor's edge of being caught, she was tighter than usual. Jeongun let out a low sound of appreciation.
A deep press. Buried to the hilt, he could feel just how soaked she was. Her juices were pouring out, running down her thighs. He stayed there a moment, savoring the squeeze and the restless little movements of her cunt. He'd only pushed in, and already her overstimulated body was twitching, kneading him. He felt like he could come just standing still.
He reached with his left hand—the one that had been on her waist—and swept her hair to one side. Her pretty arms bracing against the tree, the smooth line of her back, and the heavy swell of her breast visible from the side. Her nipples would be standing hard, no question.
He was enjoying the rhythmic way her pussy chewed and worked his cock when something soft and wet registered against the palm covering her mouth.
"Ah, I'm dying. One more smoke?"
With the men's voices as background noise, he considered the soft thing against his palm. It could only be her tongue.
With Jeongun's cock buried to the root, her filthy hunger only grew. She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers as if they were another cock. Her pussy kept clamping down around the thick shaft, completely beyond her control. It felt like a heavy pillar had punched through her lower belly. That dense, stuffed-full sensation had her tongue moving on its own.
A wet suck. Jeongun curled his fingers and pushed them between her lips. Naturally, as if it were a cock, Suhee started sucking them down.
A slow slide. His hips started moving on a matching rhythm.
Slide. Slide. Slide. Slurp. Suck. His cock stirred in the deepest part of her. Her body rocked slowly forward and back in time with it. And still her tongue never stopped working his fingers, licking into every crease as if they were a cock.
When he pushed in a second finger, her tongue welcomed it even more eagerly. His fingers slid in and out of her mouth, strings of sticky spit trailing. He let her suck them sloppy-wet and put a little more into the roll of his hips.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Hhnnh... nnhh..."
Moans leaked out between the lips wrapped around his fingers. Still not loud enough to give them away. The men's voices were dissolving into even worse chaos—he probably didn't need to worry. Still, he couldn't let his guard down. Enjoying the situation was one thing. Getting caught and landing in real trouble was another.
The fingers in her mouth stayed; the rest of his hand sealed her lips. The more he fucked her, the louder she was going to get.
Thud. Thud. Thud. He couldn't go fast. He'd been taking her carefully, and the pace was slow—but for Suhee right now, that slowness was devastating. His cock dragged along her inner walls on every unhurried stroke, and with her mouth sealed she was getting just a little less air than she needed. Her head swam. Every time he prodded the deepest point, her knees nearly gave.
"Mmph—mmphh—"
She wound her tongue around his fingers and tried to cry out. Everything was trapped behind his hand, but she couldn't hold it in.
A long, deep thrust. Another. Another. Jeongun knew exactly which spots made her come apart. Every time his cock dragged across the place that felt best, her whole body convulsed.
A hard grind. He drove into her deepest point and shoved his hips even further.
"Mmph! Nnh! Nnhh—!"
When he gouged hard into her furthest point, she made a strangled sound. At the same time her pussy clamped down viciously, spasming. Not just her cunt—her hips and waist started to buck.
A wet spray. Maybe because she was trying so hard not to get caught, the force of it was considerable. Juices jetted down between her spread, locked legs and hit the ground with a pattering sound.
That reaction nearly finished him. He pulled out. Not yet. He still wanted to torment her, play with her more. Coming now would have been a waste of a situation this good.
He didn't even bother wiping the thick spit off his fingers. He turned her around to face him.
"Haa... haa..."
"Quiet now. Spread your legs."
Facing him, panting, Suhee did as she was told and spread her stance. Up close, the amount of slick was obscene. It had gushed out so heavily it had soaked not just her thighs but all the way down her calves.
He brought his spit-slick fingers to her pretty, bloomed-open pussy.
She shook her head. She'd realized what he was about to do. She wouldn't be able to hold it this time. Behind her, on the other side of the tree, the men were still murmuring.
He shook his head right back at her.
"Hold it in."
With that low whisper, the two fingers she'd been sucking plunged into her cunt in a single stroke.
A wet, sucking pop.
"Hhn—!"
Standing upright, legs spread wide, her thighs started to shake.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. She'd just come, and inside she was swampy and hot. Every time he moved his fingers, the juices she hadn't finished squirting surged out in thick pulses.
"Nnh... nnhh... nnh..."
Those low, swallowed moans only wound him tighter. The more he churned her tight pussy with two fingers, the more precome beaded and dripped from the head of his cock. The two of them were watering the tree, pouring filthy fluid onto the ground.
"Nnhh—!"
She threw her head back and arched her spine. She was about to go over again. She grabbed at his wrist, trying to stop him—a pathetic resistance.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Every stroke of his fingers sent droplets flying. Clear fluid started running from between her pretty petals.
"You gonna come?"
A nod.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hnnnnnh—!"
She collapsed. Jeongun barely kept up with her, still working her open all the way down.
"Mmph—!"
Her pussy clenched tight; he could see her bearing down with her lower belly. Only then did he pull his fingers out.
A hard spray. Fluid jetted out—and then she started pissing, just like that.
A soft trickle. She was holding back the sound, so it didn't gush so much as run, like a little stream.