First Day of Probation – 10: New House, New Family
When her preparations were done, Song-a stood up at once and looked at me. The moment our eyes met through the mirror, she ducked her head as if she'd been caught peeking and hurriedly rinsed out her mouth. While she was rinsing, she opened the glass door, stepped out, pulled a white towel from the cabinet, and came to stand beside me.
When I raised my head, she handed me the towel. As I took it and wiped my mouth, Song-a took the electric toothbrush from my hand, rinsed it, and set it back in its place. When I finished drying off, she took the towel back and hung it on the rack. I just stood there dumbly, and she pointed toward the glass door.
"Shall we go in?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah."
And so I followed her into the shower stall, my cock swinging loose the whole way.
"Please, have a seat."
The chair Song-a had prepared was a backless plastic one. It wasn't one of those little bath stools you see in porn — it came up to about knee height. The difference was a long slit down the middle. In other words, there was a plastic frame, but the cushioned seat was split into two halves on either side.
I sat down as instructed. With nothing in the middle, it felt strange — a bit like sitting on a toilet, except the part where my butt rested was wider, so it was slightly more comfortable.
While I eased myself down, Song-a picked up the handheld shower and held it under the water, testing the temperature with her own hand.
"Is warm water all right?"
"Yeah. Not too hot, please."
She brought the shower over, water already running, and sprayed it on the floor beside me.
"Would you like to check the temperature?"
I touched it lightly — maybe slightly hot, but it seemed about right for working the fatigue out of my muscles.
"It's fine."
"Then I'll rinse you down with water first."
Song-a began spraying from my feet and worked her way slowly upward. As the water streamed over me, her left hand glided gently over my body, following the current. She washed my left foot, then my right, then moved up over my thighs toward the center. She had pressed in close to spray, so her breasts brushed against me with every little movement. Those huge, soft, warm tits felt amazing even with the slightest contact.
Without a hint of shyness, Song-a ran her hand over my cock once, then took hold of my balls too, making sure the water hit everything evenly. She crouched down at my side and aimed the showerhead downward. Along with the stream of water, the soft hand of a twenty-year-old college girl touched my asshole.
"Hup!"
As far as I could remember, this was the first time anyone had ever washed my ass for me.
"Please relax and don't tense up, Juhan-nim. If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me anytime."
As she washed me down there, her body pressed in even closer. It seemed like she was speaking because I'd flinched at the unfamiliar sensation at my hole.
"Oh. Okay."
Regardless of my reaction, Song-a rubbed my perineum and asshole with her fingers while rinsing them clean.
She rose, washed my upper body and arms with water, and then said,
"I'll wash your hair now. Please close your eyes."
When I did, she ran her fingertips firmly through my hair as the water cascaded down. She soaked the area behind my ears and my neck thoroughly, then stepped back to shut off the shower. When she returned, she brought over the small washbasin she'd prepared earlier, sat down beside me, and began mixing the liquid between both hands. The basin quickly filled with foam.
Once the liquid was nice and sudsy, she gathered it up in both hands and lathered it onto her own body. She worked the foam in thickly over her breasts and pussy, then looked at me and asked,
"Juhan-nim, shall I use my armpits too?"
"Huh? What's normal?"
"I've heard armpits are a matter of personal preference."
"Then you can skip it today."
"Yes, sir. I'll soap you down with my breasts and pussy, then."
First, Song-a moved behind me and began lathering my back with her enormous tits. Kneeling behind the chair with her knees on the floor and her hips lifted off the ground, she hugged me from behind like a back-hug. Then she slid her body up and down, rubbing her breasts against my back.
"Ahhng~. Aahng~."
I could feel the pillowy softness of her breasts and hear her moans all at once. Between the plush sensation and the warmth of her body heat, it was on a completely different level from any shower sponge. Her hands never stopped either, rubbing over my chest and my nipples.
"Hueok~!"
The moment her fingertips pinched my nipples, a groan escaped me without my permission.
After soaping up my back more than amply, Song-a moved to my right side. She lifted my right hand with both of hers and wedged my arm between her thighs.
Then she lathered my arm using her thighs and those thick outer lips.
"Hueok!"
Unlike her breasts, her thighs were firm, yet the skin felt silky — and the soft mound of her pussy pressed against me at the same time.
"Aaahng~ Haahng~ Aahng~"
Now that she was using her pussy, Song-a's moans grew louder too. After soaping my shoulder and the top of my arm with her breasts while still holding my arm between her thighs, she pulled back a little. My hand came into contact with her pussy.
"Aheuk~ Aaahng~ Heut~"
She swirled my hand around with her thick outer lips and plump inner ones, lathering both my palm and the back of my hand. Then she gripped my thumb and slid it deep into her pussy hole.
"Hup."
"Ahak~."
Then she started pumping my hand up and down herself. Feeling the ridges inside her passage in detail with my hypersensitive fingertips was entirely different from feeling it with my cock.
"Ahahak. Aahng~."
I wanted to feel more of her insides, so I wiggled my fingers around. Every time I did, Song-a's body jolted and her moans grew louder.
"Aaahng. Aheuk. There… Aak~ Ahang, that feels so good."
Even as her body quivered around my fingers, Song-a never stopped moving my hand. After the thumb came the index finger, then the middle one. One by one, all of my fingers explored Song-a's pussy.
Of those, the middle finger made her flinch the hardest as it slid in. When it sank deep into her cunt, my thumb ended up resting right above her clitoris. The piercing dangling from her clit occasionally brushed against it. I put strength into my hand, extended my thumb, and pressed down lightly on her clitoris.
"Aaaak~~~~~!"
The moment her clit was pressed, Song-a clamped her thighs together and her whole body arched backward. Startled by how intense her reaction was, I pulled my fingers out.
"Haahng~ I need to finish washing you right now, Juhan-nim. Aheuk~ Just wait a little, touch me later. Heueuk~"
Despite her words, I kept flicking her clitoris from time to time. Before I knew it, the soap suds coating my hand were being washed away by Song-a's pussy juices.
Shuddering all over, Song-a finished with my right hand and moved to my left, giving it the same treatment.
When my left middle finger slid into her pussy this time, I curled it up and pressed hard on her clitoris with my thumb, rubbing in circles.
"Hiiiaaaaak~~~! If you do it that hard I'm gonna—. Eueuk~~ Aahng~ I can feel it. Song-a's feeling it~! Aaaaahng~~"
As I curled my middle finger to scratch at her insides while grinding her clit with my thumb, Song-a's hand clutched my shoulder and she doubled forward. Her enormous breasts swung loose right in front of my chest. There was no resisting that. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed one. Kneading the tit that wouldn't fit in a single hand, I put even more force into my left. Song-a's breasts were truly, impossibly soft.
"Aak~~Aahng~~. Song-a's coming. Hieik~~! I can feel your fingers, Juhan-nim. It feels so goood~! Heut~ I'm coming. Aaaak~~ I'm comming~. Aheuk~ Aaaat~~~~~!!!"
Song-a's thighs squeezed together and clamped down hard on my left hand. Her two hands gripping my shoulders dug in as if to pinch me, her head tipped back and her mouth fell open. Song-a was having an orgasm.
"Haaaak~! Haa~ Ah~ Haa~~"
I could feel her hands tightening against my shoulders. Even with her legs and body trembling, she somehow managed to stay upright instead of collapsing — impressive, really. My hand was drenched in her pussy juices.
"Hayeok~~ Haa~. I'm sorry. Haa~ Let me keep washing you. Hayeok."
Still panting from the aftershocks of her climax, Song-a finished with my ring finger and little finger, completing every last finger. Then she lathered the soap from the basin over her body once more, evenly, and came around in front of me.
"One moment, please."
She pressed my legs together with her hands, spread her own, and stepped in so that my legs were wedged between hers. Then she lowered herself gently onto my lap.
"Are you okay? Tell me if I'm heavy."
"You're fine."
She pressed her perineum softly against my cock and leaned in until her breasts touched my chest. Then she wrapped both arms around my back and pressed her body flush against mine. Her huge tits flattened against my chest. In that position she moved her body up, down, left, and right, lathering me with her skin.
"Ahang~. Aahng~."
With her face so close, I could hear even her smallest moans clearly. On top of that, I could feel the tip of my cock touching her pussy and perineum. I grabbed Song-a's ass with both hands and pulled her even closer.
"Hm? Hayeok~. Aheuk~."
Her ass was wonderfully squishy too. I lifted my head and reached toward her face. Song-a understood my intent and covered my lips with her own.
— Chuuup~ Chuep~ Suuup~ Churp~ Chururup~~ Chuup
A hint of mint came from her mouth — she must have brushed her teeth not long ago. It was a fairly long kiss before Song-a finally rose.
She lifted her left leg and swung it over the outside of my right thigh, wrapping my right leg in her own thigh.
"Hold the chair with your hands and stretch out your right foot, please."
As she instructed, I lowered both hands, gripped the chair, and extended my left leg. Song-a squeezed her thighs around my leg, then slowly withdrew along it as she soaped me down. I had a perfect view of her pussy pressing against my leg.
She slid slowly back and forth all the way to my toes. When her pussy reached my foot, she took hold of my toes with her hand and worked them into her cunt, lathering them there. My toes didn't slide in as easily as fingers had, but she rubbed them against her pussy thoroughly all the same.
"Haang. Aak~ Haa~"
She gave my left leg the identical treatment. Then she had me spread my legs to about ninety degrees, and crouched down between them. Reaching out, she scooped up the liquid from the basin in both palms and rubbed it onto my cock. She ran both hands from the base of my shaft up to the tip, soaping me thoroughly. It went without saying that my cock hardened to full attention. Next came my balls. She cupped them in her hand and kneaded them gently.
"Hueok~ Hup!"
A moan leaked out of me, my mouth falling open on its own.
After my balls, she worked the crevice from beneath them all the way to the end of my ass crack, switching hands and digging deep as she stroked back and forth. Around my asshole in particular, she rubbed tenderly with her fingertips.
"I'm going in a little, okay?"
Where?
The instant the question formed, a strange sensation bloomed at my hole.
"Hup!"
Song-a's index finger pried its way into my asshole. Since I was already thoroughly soaped, it slid in easier than I'd expected. It went in about one knuckle deep, rotated in a slow circle to clean me inside, and then withdrew again.
"Any other spots you'd like washed?"
"No, I'm good."
"Then I'll rinse you off with water now."
Song-a stood, fetched the shower, and washed the soap from my body.
With her left hand she rubbed me down, rinsing every trace of foam away with painstaking care. My cock was by now swinging upright, pointing at the ceiling. After rinsing all the suds off me, she sprayed down her own body as well, washing herself clean. Then she said,
"Let's move to the bathtub."
Song-a went ahead and stepped in first. The tub was on the large side, but it was built for one. With her already inside, I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I just stood there.
"Come in and lie down comfortably on top of me."
"Huh? Oh."
At her words, I gripped the edge of the tub and carefully stepped in. Song-a had her legs spread, so I set my feet down between them and, holding the safety bar at the side of the tub, slowly lowered my body into the water.
"I hope I'm not too heavy…"
"You're fine."
Song-a's hands wrapped softly around my body. Then she drew me toward her.
"Relax and lie back."
I felt the plush give of Song-a's breasts against my back. As the warm water rose to my chest, I could feel the tension draining out of me. And on top of that, I had a soft, warm human cushion to rest on.
When I let myself go and lay down completely, Song-a's right hand slid down to my cock. She took my shaft gently in her fingers and began a slow, steady stroking motion. With her left hand on my nipple and her right on my cock, she kneaded me with exquisite slowness.
My whole body melted into languor, and my head lolled completely to the side, next to Song-a's face.
"Huaa~."
"Rest easy~."