The Taste She Couldn't Forget
Back home, Si-woo sat down at his desk and powered on the computer.
Whirrr.
With a soft hum the screen flickered to life. He moved the mouse with practiced haste and pulled up a porn video that reenacted exactly what happened to a virgin who had given in to the married woman next door.
"Ajumma…"
The moment he superimposed the landlady’s face onto the woman on screen, heat flooded him. Pshh, pshh. He had tissues ready in time, so the cleanup was quick and clean. Yet the memory of her breasts and ass still circled inside his head.
"Hah… just one more round…"
The clip he chose this time was set in a supermarket. Today’s target was a clerk bending over a shelf, big ass thrust out. Si-woo’s mind instantly supplied Se-ran’s rear from the mart.
"If only I’d fucked her from behind right then…"
"She was standing just like this… exactly like this…"
He rose from the chair and recreated the position he had shared with the real-estate boss. Only now the woman bent over in front of him, ass presented, was the next-door ajumma.
"Straight into Ajumma’s hole…"
His cock slid into Se-ran’s pussy in his imagination.
"And then the hips like this…"
Thrust, thrust, thrust. He stabbed empty air until the excitement drained away.
"…I want it for real."
He checked the clock.
"Still a little time left…"
Clinging to that scrap of hope, he jammed his feet into his shoes and sprinted as if chasing prey. The place he reached was the real estate office.
"Huff… huff…"
He finally caught his breath, only to find the “Out” sign staring back at him.
"Ah…"
The tiny hope he had carried shattered.
"No good… I’ll just go home and jack off again…"
Neck bowed in defeat, he turned to leave—then the sharp click-clack of heels reached his ears.
"Oh my? Student?"
That high, piercing voice he normally disliked was, in this moment, the sound he most wanted to hear.
"Ah—hello."
"My, what brings you here?"
"Ah… well, um…"
His awkward fidgeting told Mi-sook everything at once. Just imagining it made her pussy itch.
"Looks like… something that needs to stay private…?"
"Y-yes."
Her sly smile lit Si-woo’s face. Click, swish—the door locked and the blinds dropped. Through the narrow gaps their flushed faces, thinking the same filthy thought, brushed past each other.
"Coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
Clunk, whirrr. The newest capsule machine hummed and loosened the air.
"Drink up."
"Thank you."
Slurp. Whether the coffee went up his nose or into his mouth he couldn’t tell, but the aroma was good.
"Smells nice."
"Thanks."
Clink. Mi-sook set her cup on the table, then leaned back into the time-worn leather sofa and crossed her legs. The black stockings stretched so tight her thick thighs looked ready to burst. She was a big woman; “voluptuous ajumma” fit her perfectly.
Almost spit my coffee…
Si-woo kept gulping while stealing glances at those legs.
"Hehe… cute."
Mi-sook spoke first.
"How’s the place? Like it?"
"Yes. Thank you. I really lucked out thanks to you."
Slurp. Bright red lipstick left a perfect print on her mug.
"Hoho, that’s all because you did well, student."
She paused and fixed him with a sultry look that dragged the memory of their last encounter straight back into his head.
"Se-ran unnie is picky about tenants… but luckily she seems to have taken a shine to you."
Si-woo managed an embarrassed smile.
"So what brings you today?"
Here it came. Lust had hijacked his brain; he went straight for it.
"Th-that is… last time you said we should meet again…"
Saying it out loud made his whole body prickle with shame.
"Aha… so it’s about that…?"
She stood; the leather sofa slowly reclaimed its shape. As she approached, Si-woo instinctively scooted into the corner. Mi-sook sat beside him and crossed her legs again. The black stockings pulled even tighter.
"Why… isn’t Se-ran unnie taking care of you properly?"
"Huh? The landlady…?"
She covered her mouth with a manicured hand and waved the words away.
"Oh my, not yet, huh? Forget I said anything."
Si-woo didn’t understand, but what she did next erased every minor doubt.
Sliiiide. Her glittering nails settled on the front of his pants.
"Aigoo… then you must be backed up something fierce…"
Sliiiide, sliiiide. A few strokes and he felt himself swelling from the inside out.
"Look at this, look. Completely full… young guys need to empty it often."
Si-woo froze solid.
"Stay still. Ajumma will handle everything."
"…Yes."
The dry croak escaped his parched lips. Ziiip. The everyday zipper sound felt electric today.
"This thing’s so big I’ll have to take everything off, won’t I?"
She gave him a mock-troubled look.
"Ah—yes. Just a second."
Terrified of killing the mood, he yanked his pants off and flung them aside.
"…Underwear too?"
"Hmm? Puhaha, why ask that now?"
He had thought it polite; she found it endearingly clumsy. His face burned.
"Come here."
He stepped in front of her. The finished tent almost brushed her face.
Sliide. The underwear came down and the massive pole that had been holding up the tent sprang free.
"Hah… ever since that day I haven’t been able to forget this taste…"
Just the memory made her lower half throb; she slipped a hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy. Eyes closed in brief appreciation, she opened them again at the insistent presence of the cock throbbing right in front of her.
"No time for daydreaming… the real thing’s right here."
"Ugh…"
A warm palm wrapped around him. Long nails crossed like a lock.
Feels nothing like when I do it myself…
The internet myth that left-handed jerking felt like someone else was pure bullshit.
Way hotter than my left hand…
Her grip stroked the shaft up and down, giving him a pleasure he had never known.
"…Feel good?"
"Uuunh… yes."
A helpless moan slipped out. Shook, shook. Her hand sped up.
"B-boss… wait—"
Pshh, pshh. The climax hit with zero warning; hot semen slammed across Mi-sook’s face. She squinted and took every drop. Even in the chaos, with his cock still trapped in her fist, Si-woo could only stamp his feet in place. Only after the last weak strand dribbled onto her hand did she finally let go.
"S-sorry. I just… couldn’t hold it…"
She looked up at the dejected boy. Sticky ropes had webbed around her eyes; she wiped them with her fingers and popped those fingers straight into her mouth.
Sluuurp.
"Mmm… thick and delicious, just like I remembered."
She scraped every smear from her face and sucked it down like honey water.
"Aigoo… making it hard to eat…. Student, next time you warn me before you cum, okay?"
"…Yes. I’m sorry."
Facials, it seemed, were no problem at all. After a quick wipe she returned to her seat. Si-woo still stood frozen like a stone guardian. Mi-sook eyed his drooping cock.
"…Tsk, what a waste…"
Lips pursed, she poked it with a fingertip. The cock slowly lifted its head. Her face brightened.
"Oh my my, young men really are different…. My husband can barely manage once, and then he’s dead for three whole days."
So the boss is married.
Her free behavior had made him wonder if she was single. Apparently not.
Even though she has a husband…
The rush of immorality only excited him further. Full erection from pure thought alone—that was youth.
"Whoa… no need to feel disappointed at all, huh?"
Her voice bubbled with excitement.
"Aigoo, so pretty. Then Ajumma should give you a special reward."
"A reward…? …Hup."
Her open mouth swallowed him whole. Cheeks hollowed around the shaft.
Sluuurp, sluuurp. Thick spit glazed him wetly.
Uwaah… feels like my cock’s melting…
Her tongue worked him like melting ice cream; he felt the whole length might dissolve.
Sluuurp, smack-smack.
"A-Ajumma?"
"Mmmph?"
She answered around his cock.
"C-can I sit down?"
His legs were about to give.
"Paha, then sit right here."
She settled him on the sofa and dropped between his knees.
Between her spread thighs a tiny purple panty barely covered her pussy.
Is that… wet?
Dark patches stained the fabric; her crotch glistened with clear slick.
Mi-sook took him into her mouth again. Sluuurp, sluuurp. Harder, deeper bobbing. Si-woo’s hands found her head. The cock filling her mouth throbbed; she grew even more enthusiastic, shaking her head vigorously.
"A-Ajumma…"
"Mmmph?"
"I’m gonna cum."
He remembered her earlier request and warned her the second climax approached.
"Mmmph-mmmph"
"Huh?"
"Mmmph mmmph mmm"
"Kh… what?"
She pulled off just long enough to bark the order.
"Cum just like that!"
White jets erupted the instant she sealed her lips around him again. Pshh, pshh. Each pulse puffed her cheeks fuller. Even when there was no more room, the unfinished load forced excess semen to trickle down her throat. When the spurts finally stopped she drew her tightly pursed mouth away.
"Hwah."
Several hard swallows later she finally opened her mouth and sucked in air.
"As expected… delicious."
She wiped her lips with pure satisfaction. Only later would Si-woo learn that Mi-sook was a semen addict. Comparing and tasting different men’s loads was her private hobby.
"Haa… is it because you’re young? Even the second load is thick… it’s just too good."
Affectionate eyes fixed on him. Her pussy throbbed. She asked the boy still leaning against the sofa, breathing shallowly,
"Student, you can still go, right?"
Si-woo flicked a glance at the clock; the evening appointment with the landlady was almost here.
"I…"
Pop. A button on Mi-sook’s blouse came free. The bra struggling to contain her heavy breasts appeared.
"Why? Something to say?"
She climbed straight onto his lap. Soaking-wet panties pressed against his cock. Through the thin silk the shape of her labia was unmistakable.
"Ah, no… nothing…"